I really didn’t want to be working today. It was a quiet Winter Sunday and I was already dreading the cold walk home after my shift. It was boring too. Not many customers were in the mood for shopping today in this weather. At least there was one thing to keep me entertained… The new girl. Her name was Sally Ann, and all I knew was that she was blonde, Southern and petite. I’d mostly just watched her from behind, bending over as she restocked shelves with the enthusiasm only a new employee could have. Her tight jeans perfectly fitted her ass and when she bent over every man within range turned his head. She had a cute face too. Small but perfectly shaped lips, huge eyes and a surprisingly cheeky smile. I hadn’t dared talk to her yet, but I’d smiled across the floor when she walked past a couple of times. Today she wore her hair up in a ponytail, and her chest stretched the buttons of her uniform extra tightly.
Category: sexystories
So you think you’re a rockstar? [MF] [First person] [Long build-up]
You guys have been loud all night. I have to admit that you have reason to celebrate, being the up-and-coming rock band, tonight’s show was a success. A couple of my girlfriends got tickets meanwhile I was stuck at work, and judging by their instagrams you actually rocked. Not that I would admit that to anyone of my girlfriends…
But being a handyman, or rather handygirl, at the biggest hotel in the city, gives me more access to you as I would like to admit. Your band are one of our main guests, renting the rooftop suite. I’ve only been up there once, when I was called in for a wedding last summer, and the suite has all the dazzle you can imagine. This weekend we are fully booked, the reason being your band of course, teenage girls running around giggling hoping to get a glance of any of you.
Sadly, for them, the rooftop suite has a private elevator, meaning that it’s only the band and a couple of our staff who can get up there. Since you came back to the hotel after the show you have been ordering up room service and bottle after bottle of champagne. And not the cheap kind may I add. A couple Taittinger and Bollinger later and I just glanced at the tab and its gone up about 2000 dollars the last two hours.
Good boy [Fdom]
It all started a few years ago when I had a short relationship with a guy. We were both in the same class and we got together at some point at his place. It was our first time doing anything sexual together, and we were kissing wildly and getting super turned on. I was getting undressed for him for the first time, and I could feel his erection through his jeans. I took my top off, and I’ll never forget his expression of awe when he saw my boobs. Yes, I have quite the cleavage, I’m not going to lie. He immediately started feeling them up, putting his hands and face between them and getting absolutely turned on. It was probably the first time he’d touched a pair, let alone something of my size.
Then suddenly, he stops, closes his eyes and starts to groan. Embarrassed, he apologizes and gets up to go to the bathroom, but I tell him to stop. I want to see it. “No, wait!” he stammers, but I unbutton his jeans. The devastation is absolute. There is warm cum everywhere, just oozing down his legs. In that moment, I felt immensely powerful: I made him do this, without even touching him. I’m irresistible. I’m too much to handle. This feeling was incredible, and I wanted more.
Interracial Love: Is it a fetish? Part One [findingerotica]
“I’m a white man with a lifelong attraction to Black women. Often I’m asked why? Recently, a white friend added another question to the inquiry: Is my attraction a fetish?
Popular modern vernacular, internet variety, suggests that a fetish is heightened pleasure found in strong emotional and often sexual attraction to a particular objectified body part, activity, skin color, power relation–pretty much anything–that lies outside the bounds of what is thought of as ‘ordinary’.
As one online pundit explained, a man’s sexual attraction to women’s breasts will be deemed to be ‘normal’ simply because many men are attracted to breasts. In contrast, an attraction to a woman’s feet qualifies as a fetish because not that many men are turned on sexually by feet.
But there’s much more to the story: when I dug beneath the internet surface to explore the term’s roots, I found that ‘fetish’ originated from Portuguese sailors’ 16th Century initial interactions with various West African tribal groups. In need of a word to capture previously unobserved cultural practices—in particular spiritual worship of objects imbued with otherworldly powers–that fell outside the limits of their Eurocentric colonial lens, the sailors created a new term. They called what they saw “fetish.” When the sailors returned to Europe, among the many things they brought home was their new word.
Long night [MAST] [FIRST-PERSON] [TRUE] [19] [FMF]
the story is 100% true i dont remember every detail as of it happened three months ago.
I have a small issue where if i wear tight clothes it makes me horney and not like TIGHT clothes its like any slightly tight clothes and with the job i have all i wear is tight.
This one day i had finished my swimming class and some of the guys were doing a sleepover/party, they invited me i accepted.
My tight clothes issue has never gotten bad and ive never told anybody so i wore leggings and a cushoined J string underwear t-shirt,bra,etc.
We all carpooled the hole group of us was 6 people ill give them made up names (maddieF, jakeM, daveM, tessaF, alexF, drakeM,) an even number of gender.
It was drakes car and it was absolutely horrible, we were driving to dave’s house. One thing about drake’s car was his seats, they were odly shaped to a giant lump in the middle. Every bump made my leggings feel tighter.
Fast forward to 40 bumps later and were at daves house, we went in tessa immediately ran to the coffe,drake turned on his playstation,jake sat down with drake, alex sat on the couch, maddie looked for the beds, and dave came up to me
Embezzlement at SugarSide inc. [M/F] [Boss] [Control] [Foot Fetish] [Rough]
Life as an accountant for SugarSide inc. has been rough for the past few weeks. Actually, *rough* isn’t really the right word for it. Oppressive is much more fitting. So oppressive in fact that David, a guy from marketing who works across the hall, had even joked that the *SS* logo of *SugarSide* actually stood for The Schutzstaffel: Nazi Germany’s secret police. Sounds a bit harsh for a candy company, huh? Not really.
Three weeks ago the owner of SugarSide, Mr. Bertinelli, discovered that there may be someone embezzling a sizable amount of money. Naturally all eyes have been on accounting ever since with Mr. Bertinelli even going as far as to hire an outside firm to review our books. I was barred from my office for over a week before the firm was satisfied that I and my record keeping were clean. And even now myself and my entire department are under a microscope 24/7. After nearly ten years at the company you’d think I would be treated a little better but apparently not. I, like the rest of my fellow corporate office dwellers, am a suspect.
The Camgirl Part XXXIV: Another Time? [FFM] [Oral]
**XXXIV: Liam**
Liam’s mind reeled as Marie and Alice—the curvy brunette from the party two nights before—divested him of his clothing. The latter was much more forward than her friend had been.
Liam had been hanging out with his roommates Swar and Eli, waiting for Marie. That in itself was peculiar—Marie’s apartment was across campus from his and she rarely stopped by unless she was already over in the area.
When Liam had opened the door to her and Alice, both obviously a little buzzed, he’d found himself at a loss for words. The girls hadn’t seemed to mind, however, as both had been very direct in telling him why they were there and had practically dragged him from the dorm before he could even get his coat on.
A short ride on the shuttle and a few flights of stairs later and Liam already had his shirt off, his boxers and jeans tangled around his ankles. Marie held him in a deep kiss, occasionally nipping at his neck or sucking his lower lip between hers, while Alice had his cock in hand, laving it with her tongue.
“Fuck,” she said in amazement, not for the first time, “Leah wasn’t lying.”
SURPRISE HOTEL SEX [mff] [mast] [oral] [squirt] [creampie] [swallow]
She was on a work trip overseas and decided she’d pop down to the hotel gym for a late night workout. The lights were on but nobody was there. She had her headphones in and debated whether to do cardio on the bike or treadmill when suddenly, she heard a soft moan.
She perked up and slowly turned to the side and removed her headphones carefully. There was a bathroom in the hotel gym. But the door had been closed.
It couldn’t be …
And then she heard the distinct sound of a pelvis slapping into ass cheeks. It was soft and slow and the woman was moaning.
She nibbled her bottom lip and walked over to the bathroom door, listening. Her pussy got damp, forming a wet spot in her yoga pants. She moaned and slid her finger down her pants, rubbing her clit softly while she listened to the strangers fuck.
But why just listen?
Should I? She thought as she slowly moved her hand to the door knob. What would she do? Ask if she could join? Apologize? Pretend to be outraged?
Don’t Heckle The Hypnotist [MM] [Striptease]
Been posting on tumblr and Amazon for a while, and I’ve been lurking on Reddit for a while. Finally thought I’d post some of my short erotica here.
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As a performer, one of the hardest things to get used to was staring out into the audience. At your first few shows, they seem terrifying. They could start booing at any moment, and at least for me, I was always on edge for the first year. But as I kept touring, I got used to it. Now, my only issue was looking at everyone under the glare of the stage lights. Because as my act has evolved over the years, I now love finding those hecklers- they don’t scare me anymore. If anything, they should be scared of me.
My stage name is Dr. Sleepmore, and I am a touring hypnotist. Most of my gigs are on college campuses and business retreats for companies trying to be hip. But my favorite shows are those that get weird- bachelorette parties and private shows are where I have my fun.
(MF) Fucked my girlfriend in front of her best friend on the day we met
This is a story about how I met my ex girlfriend I have already written about in other two stories. From the day we met it was crazy as fuck, and I should have known it will be wild and fun because of our first sex ever was in front of her best friend.
Lets rewind few hours earlier. We are in a foreign country in Eastern Europe. Our agency booked a pub, and made a huge party. The night was dark, and full of terrible alcohol. My friends and I got completely hammered, as you do when you are on a vacation. The whole pub was drinking and dancing, and when I was thinking that it couldn’t get any better, a hot petite girl approached me and asked me to save her from a guy that was hitting on her constantly. Little did I know that I’m in for a treat. We instantly hit it off. I was buying her drinks, and we were dancing and making out. We were so fucking drunk it was probably disgusting for a lot of people around us. As the night was passing, our hands were wondering further and further. I was hard all the time and she knew it, so from time to time she would run her hand over the bulge in my trousers, and I would slip my hand under her dress to touch her pussy over the panties. She would tremble every time I would run my fingers over her clit. You could see she was enjoying being a slut in front of all those people. She managed to unbuckle my trousers, and pull out my dick. She was stroking me in a full pub, and it felt so good to feel her soft palm around my shaft. I was kissing her neck while she was working on me. We couldn’t handle ourselves anymore so we agreed it is better to go to our hotel and fuck.