Category: sexystories

The Camgirl Part XXXVII: Asshole [FM] [Anal] [Oral] [Non-Con ish]

**XXXVII: Blake**

As the loud, pounding club music thrummed through Blake–she now knew that the music that had been playing for the past few songs was considered Deep House thanks to…a person who would remain unnamed even in her mind tonight–she remembered why she hated going to clubs. Ones that weren’t gay clubs, at least.

Bijoux was one of the nicer places in the city–she’d actually needed to use her fake to get in–but she had already been creeped on by far too many douchebags. That was basically what she was looking for tonight–someone hot and confident who would hopefully make her see stars–but she hoped to find one that was only *kind of* a douche.

Chloe and her friends Jenna and Nicole danced nearby, but each of them had found a dance partner already.

Blake didn’t let herself think about that, instead she just closed her eyes and let her body sway with the music. She’d never much understood dance as an art form, but thanks to—to someone who she would not think about tonight, Blake knew that it was likely just due to a lack of understanding, as her newfound musical tastes evidenced. She’d always found it impressive and pretty to watch most of the time, yet she didn’t get what made one dance better or more emotional than another unless the dancer was very clearly unskilled. Read more »

[fm] ‘And it wasn’t even my birthday’ – by me

I was at a party the other day, big house, super expensive, really beautiful. (One of my parents’ friends turned 40) and I suddenly saw their daughter walking around there in a dark red dress, just above her knees the dress ended so three-quarters of her legs were visible. I thought she felt just like me, uncomfortable among all unknown adults, so I approached her and tried to start a conversation.

So I asked her if she was feeling uncomfortable as well, to which she replied

“Actually yes, but I’m trying to avoid people and just find a quiet place where I can play with my phone.”

I told her that I knew exactly the right place, and led her to a hallway in the house. I had been there for a while myself and knew that nobody would come by.

She thanked me and asked me if I wanted to sit next to her on the stairs. I said “sure” and wanted to sit next to her, but because she was pretty thick I had to sit a few steps higher. Since she had pretty big breasts, she showed that in that dress, and she was not wearing a bra, so I could look down her dress really well from where I was sitting. Read more »

Very hot night…….

The evening is still very hot from the 108 degree day. I wait with the excitement of knowing I finally get to meet, her! It’s very exciting. She makes me wait just a little longer.

The excitement builds as I see the door open and a figure step out, its her. I know it is her, she is well worth the wait. She is……beautiful. Her legs and her hair, Omg!! Her lips, they look so soft. I think to myself, “I hope I get to touch them”. Her arms wrap around me with such warmth and strength. I dont want to let go of her. She smells heavenly.

We walk inside next to each other, I don’t feel any nervousness at all. I feel so comfortable around her, a connection. I think “is this real?” “Am I really here with her?” As we find a place to sit I know I don’t want to sit on the other side of the table, I want to be next to her. I want to get a chance to touch her. Her legs look so good. Her lips, her eyes….. Read more »

The Workshop, Part 2 [MFFFFFF][unaware][clothed sex]

His eyes widened as Sophie backed into him even more, her butt pressing against him even harder. He could feel her warmth against his pelvic region, and he could feel his underwear starting to get a little wet as his aching cock was enveloped in the soft cushiony heaven that was her buttcheeks. As he gaped at her, Sophie began to dance to her music, just a little, moving her hips to the right, and then to the left. To the right, and to the left.

He felt pleasure building in his crotch as she ground herself against his boner. The sight of her bubbly gigantic perfect ass, with its stunning roundness, its mouthwatering shape, pushing against his hardened cock would have been enough. But with the sensation of her butt grinding from side to side ever so slightly, rubbing against him with just the right amount of friction, just the right amount of pressure, Tom knew he didn’t stand a chance.

“Hey, Emma,” he said breathlessly, turning to his right, “do you mind loosening-”

“Linda, do you know where the rulers are?” Emma interrupted, ignoring him as she looked around the cramped workshop. Read more »

The Workshop [MFFFFFF][unaware][clothed sex]

Tom stood in the entrance of the new workshop, frowning. He didn’t really like it. The old workshop, the one where he had been planning on going to this morning, wasn’t bad. It was a large room in the Architecture building filled with long tables and various tools and equipment for cutting, sawing, and gluing. That workshop was the one where Tom had been going all year to work on his Architecture projects, but unfortunately, it had flooded somehow, and Tom had gone to the doors of that workshop only to find a paper sign posted on them, directing him to this new temporary workshop.

He slowly entered the tiny room, his eyes gazing at the two tables that filled it completely, wondering how many people could fit in it. He realized that he was lucky he had come in the morning, as the workshop would no doubt be filled later, and based on the looks of things, it would be nearly impossible to move if more than ten people were in there. However, it wasn’t so bad now. There was only one other person in the workshop. Read more »

The Raping of Jenna

He then proceeded to put his hand over her mouth again and told her “you will be my slave for the week, if you do a good job I will send a ransom to your parents and if they pay I will give you back. If you don’t do a good job I will kill you!”

Jenna was paralyzed with fear and he said “I hope you know what sex is and I hope you like it! Oh wait, I don’t give a damn!”. Read more »

A NIGHT AT THE THEATER…

**My wife Susan and I were out drinking one night in San Diego, celebrating something long forgotten. Back then this was the “old’ San Diego, when it was still a real Navy town, filled with dive bars, adult bookstores and sleazy theaters. At the time, we were both in our early 30s, Susan was very attractive, long brown hair, 38D, and with a beautiful shaved pussy. We staggered out of one bar and headed up Broadway to another when we passed and adult theater. Susan grabbed my arm and said, “Come on, let’s go in, I want you to fuck me in there.”**

**I was more than happy to go along, so I paid the man and we entered the dark theater. I held her hand as we stayed in the back of the theater so our eyes could adjust to the darkness. On the screen a large breasted blonde was bent over and being fucked from behind by a large black cock, her face buried in a very tasty looking pussy.** Read more »

My Youth

I dated this girl back in the day. We were each other’s first and she would always telling how big my dick was. When we had sex I always had to use really work my way in there and if I didn’t apply any pressure, her pussy would literally push me out.

Eventually we stopped dating and started seeing other people. One day we had sex and for the first time ever, my dick just slid right in. There was no resistance.

She asked me if she felt looser than normal? I asked who was bigger between me and the other guy she’d be seeing and she said “you of course.” But things were never the same.

Her tone changed. She started saying size doesn’t matter. She would always talk about him. Said he was rough and passionate. He has a nice body. Etc.

We kept fucking for a while but eventually we stopped. I always think back to that day and I wonder if she was lying to me.
I often wish I could experience that again. I find the fantasy to be quite thrilling. Read more »

So you wanted to know why I’m like this? [M/F, nc, marked, slave]

“So, you want to know why I do it, why I’m like this?” she asked, taking a deep draw, exhaling the smoke slowly through her nose. “I don’t know, honestly. Not fully. I mean, stuff happened, early on, later, but I felt like I made it through all that. I stayed sane, true to myself, pushed forward. Finished High School. A rarity in my family. Then after leaving them all behind, traveling halfway across the country to leave it in the past, started college. All on my own.” She took another deep drag and then fidgeted with her fingers, looking down.

“I even finished college. Got a good entry level job. People would have called me a fucking success story. Small town girl makes it big. And by that standard, I guess I did. I was going places, a shooting star, going up, up, up. And then, life changed.” She stubbed out the cigarette and got another out, offering the reporter one. He shook his head and she shrugged before lighting up. The smoke curled in the small changing room. Read more »

Camp Bathhouse: Chapter Two [OC] [Voyeur] [MF] Don’t forget to bring a towel!

# Chapter Two: Hello Handsome

What the hell am I supposed to do? Here I am, fucking naked, with my splooge dripping off of me and now the sound barrier of Amalie’s shower is gone! Shit, I thought to myself. Alright, fuck, I have to make a move… or wait… maybe I don’t. Maybe that’s the move, maybe the best thing for me to do is to just hang out for a minute, wait for Amalie to finish up and leave. Duh, I don’t even know why I shook myself up for a second there.

I could hear what I assumed was the sound of Amalie grabbing her towel and beginning to dry herself off. I sat as quietly as I could on my shower bench which was now moist to the touch due to the amount of steam floating through the bathhouse. The place was very well lit which wasn’t helping my situation. The golden light of tungsten light bulbs lit up every square inch of the bathhouse and there were no, on or off switches for those lights. But, I was still hidden in silence behind the shower stall door. Even if someone else came in I was most likely fine because they’d probably assume my stall was just occupied. Read more »