At first it started out slow, like the normal foreplay build up. He’d rub my back and my thighs, put his hands through my hair. Maybe rough house with me a bit, throw me around the bed dominate me. And finger by finger he’d insert me. Fingering my clit making me squirt all over the bed.. Then two fingers came into play one inside of my tight pussy and the other still at my clit. I threw my leg over him so that I was on my knees getting fingered from behind. I fell forward to smash back into him and three inserted my throbing pussy. Everything hurt like I was being torn apart but still, thrilled and I couldn’t help but climax. At one point it felt like he was Fingering me with sandpaper it was so dry and scratchy.. But that quickly changed he put in another one and all that pain went away.. What I thought was cum was just blood from his thick hand ripping my pussy apart. You could smell the iron in the air.
Category: sexystories
Free Apartment Comes with a Cost
I lied there, face down, naked on the carpet. As usual, I was instructed to stay there until he was gone. From behind me I could hear him approach the door to leave. I heard the sound of his camera snap on his phone. A light chuckle and then the smack of his lips giving me a kiss goodbye.
As I heard the door close behind him, I could feel his cum starting to drip out of me. I lied there for a minute, feeling a mixture of deep satisfaction and guilt. Finally I rolled over, and as I started to get up, more of his cum trickled out of me. His thick loads used to be a turn on, but now it seems it’s just a mess that I’m left to clean up.
I walked to the bathroom to take a shower before class. I stopped in front of the mirror to look at myself, and take the obligatory ‘selfie’ that he was expecting me to send him. “Leave everything on when you take the pic”, he insisted. I stared at the ball-gag still in my mouth…my limp penis…my red knees…the leash hanging from my neck. I looked down at the knee-high boots he had bought me last week, which didn’t really fit and were pretty uncomfortable, but were a big turn on for him, so I wore them. I took the picture, and with some hesitation, sent it off. He immediately replied..”you hot fucking slut”. Hot? I wasn’t so sure. Slut? There was little doubt.
Hell of a Work Out [MM]
When I started my new job, I realized that I put on a few pounds. Conveniently, in the same building as my work was a gym. My work schedule had been erratic (at best) so it was even more convenient that that gym was 24 hours. I would visit at 2 or 3 am when I got out of work and try to work out through my exhaustion and sleep deprivation.
When I first joined, I was way too scared to use the showers. At that point in my life I had realized that I may have some bisexual tendencies and I was scared that I might get an erection in the shower. This would be even worse considering that a lot of my coworkers use the same gym and I wasn’t really open to them knowing this about me. This was OK because I generally worked out after work and I was able to go home after and shower.
SHE JUST WANTED TO SWALLOW [mf] [mast] [swallow]
Annie sat on her couch watching some stupid reality show. A glass of white wine sat on the coffee table. She was wearing a see through tank top and big comfy pants. The window was open. It was a little chilly outside. Her nipples hardened. Noticing her erect nipples, Annie nibbled on her bottom lip. She looked outside and into the apartments across from the alley. Sometimes, she could see her neighbors and they could see her. Tonight, there were no lights on. No neighbors standing in windows. She shifted, excitedly, and slid her hand down her pants, masturbating.
She brought herself to orgasm. Twice. And then, she licked her fingers clean. But she wanted more. She was hungry. Annie loved to swallow. In fact, she loved swallowing cum more than she loved anything else—sucking, fucking, foreplay, sexting. A big load in her mouth was her favorite.
She grabbed her phone and scrolled through her texts, looking for a guy she knew. A guy she trusted and liked. A guy to come over … not to fuck, not to suck, not to make out with or giggle with or snuggle with … she wanted one thing. A load. And then, a name jumped out to her. A guy she’d gone on a date with a few times months ago. They got along, but the sparks just weren’t there. Nothing to lose, she figured.
The Camgirl Part XXIX: What Could Have Been [FM]
**XXIX: Blake**
Blake blinked when she realized how hard she was biting her lip, and thumbed it, working her jaw around before resting her head in her hands and massaging her temples. She was working on one of her personal projects tonight–something she hoped would be able to get her a high-paying summer job with long-term potential once she finished it. Preferably something where she could work remotely.
She’d been at it since she got back from class, as she didn’t have much homework this week due to the upcoming midterms, and she studied regularly enough that she never had to cram. After three hours of constant work though, Blake found it difficult to maintain her concentration.
Yawning as she rose from her desk chair, Blake crossed the short distance to her bed and flopped onto the sheets, opening her phone and scrolling through various forums and social media to keep her mind busy and distracted. She *needed* to keep herself distracted if she wasn’t working, and it was too late for any gaming tonight. Eventually, she ended up finding some porn and following that thread of searches—as usual if she was bored and alone.
M/S : sex after chatting
I’m looking for a story where the son is interested in his mom and makes an anonymous account to chat with her , gain her trust and then slowly introduce the topic of sex and incest all the while pretending with his mom to know nothing bout this “stranger” and then the son makes a move on mom.
Kay’s dick.
He smirked, amused by her answer. “so you’d rather go in the rain than spend the night here?” he inquired, just to make sure. “yes. I would!” she snapped dryly. She was sick of his funny smartness, his overconfident charm. And more importantly, she needed to get home. Her siblings would be fine, but she’d feel better being able to see that they were fine. That in mind, she rose from the soft couch and picked her bag. Adjusting her trousers, she headed straight for the door. Kay followed behind. She refused to turn back and see the look of disappointment that he’d obviously developed. She was tempted to stay enough as it were.
The New Neighbor [Str8] [Mf]
Thomas (56) sat in front of the TV and opened a bottle of beer. He was looking forward to watching tonight’s football game between the Rams and the Patriots. Suddenly, the door bell rang. Thomas frowned, surprised about the fact that someone would ring at his door at 10 pm. He stood up and went to get the door. He opened the door. A beautiful young woman was standing in front of the door. She was rather petite but had a very voluptuous body. Her skin was of a light brown hue and her curly black hair fell over her shoulders. She wore a white shirt which accentuated the shape of her well-formed breasts which lay hidden underneath it. The woman smiled at him, revealing two rows of perfectly white teeth. She explained to him that her name was Alba and that she was a 22 year-old Spanish exchange student at UCLA. She told him that she had just moved into the apartment that lay opposite to his and that she had problems with the sink in her bathroom. “I really don’t want to disturb you but I would be very glad if you could maybe have a look at it,” Alba said. “Sure, no problem”, Thomas said, “I’ll just get my toolbox”.
The Poet [FM][F] [Seduction][Voyeur][Couplings]
“Every woman loves a poet, once she finds the ***one***.”
The way Kate said *one* was as if she slipped a note under my skin and *one* was the cipher to reveal its deeper meaning.
“Oh. I know a few women that *despise* poetry,” I fenced back, not sure why she seemed suddenly interested in starting a new game. Perhaps because each of us were past physically spent and our naked bodies were past the buzz of the aftermath of that spending, past the evaporation of our primal heat, slowly finding the new equilibrium a deep fucking brings. Her mind needed to fuck now. I could see it in her eyes. I could taste it from her renewed skin. I could hear it in the word *one*, as it burrowed under my skin to see if there was any lust left inside me to still tap into, the deeper kind of lust that needed the full attention of a deliciously deviant mind.
I could feel the key of it slowly start to turn, to unlock whatever she was trying to unlock. Whatever seductive game she was playing at now. It was her favorite game to play. She seduced my mind playing that game way before she consumed my body with hers.
24 hour sex slave [MF] [hands-free] [blowjob] [exhibitionism]
Preamble: my wife likes it when I write her sexy stories. This time I gave her several themes to choose from, and she chose “24 hour sex slave” – so this is that.
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**Part 1**
You’re lying in bed. Even after all these years, you think to yourself, this bed is so comfortable, You feel like you could sleep all morning. It was already 9 AM — the longest you’d stayed in bed for close to a decade. The kids were gone on a weekend trip to Chicago with their grandparents from Texas which meant you really could sleep all morning if you wanted to. But regardless of how comfortable you were you didn’t want to sleep the day away— you had other plans. You could hear me moving dishes around in the kitchen.
“Alexa, set a timer for 24 hours,” you hear me say from a distance.
“24 hours, starting now.” she replies.