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[MF] Bagging the Bag Boy, Part 2 of 2 [car sex][older woman younger man][ass play]

[See Comments for link to Part 1.]

…”You are so fucking sexy, ma’am.” He mutters with hooded eyes, gazing at me. He has that glazed look I remember vividly from college, when a boy is so horny, he has blinders on and has tunnel vision with eyes only for the pussy. He nudges me forward so that I’m kneeling on the floorboard of the back seat – it’s a roomy SUV – and nudges my thighs a little farther apart before diving his face in my crotch to lick my dripping pussy from behind. Holy Christ. This store has everything you could possibly want!

He licks me out with abandon, sucking on my slick pussy lips, tongue-fucking my snatch, eventually slipping one of those big fingers into my cunt and lightly fucking me with it. Jesus. He’s no innocent schoolboy. He knows exactly what to do with a pussy.

As he’s licking me out, he’s prodding me farther forward into the SUV and follows me in, not missing a beat with that 20-yr-old tongue of his (well, maybe he’s 19, but let’s say he’s 20). Then he lifts up momentarily, slams the door closed, takes my keys out of my hand, click to lock all the doors, puts the key in the ignition, turns it 1 click so that the A/C comes on. He does all this in one smooth arc, and I can’t help but think that he’s done this a few times before. Hot. Read more »

[MF] Bagging the Bag Boy, Part 1 [car sex][older woman younger man][random hookup]

It’s another hot and humid day in Charleston, South Carolina, and I’m making this grocery store trip last as long as possible to enjoy the air conditioning. I’m a management consultant from New York and have been down here for 2 weeks on a project, slated to go for 2 months, with option to extend.

At first, I was thrilled to travel down to historic Charleston for a spell. Seems like everybody has a hard-on for the South these days, judging from all the travel mags and blogs. No one warned me about the weather being already so hot in late Spring, though. It’s not even Memorial Day yet, and I’m already melting. Take the worst summer day in NYC and multiply that by 5 months. I hate being hot, so basically, I spend my time in the office, in my car, in my executive apartment, or at the store. In air conditioning.

The other thing is this assignment has been very time-consuming. Way more than usual. We’re talking 70-hour weeks. So, except for some office outings where I have to behave, I haven’t been able go out and assess the local “talent.” I was so looking forward to hooking up with some good ole boys and showing them how a New York woman does things. Yep, so far, it’s me, the A/C, and my toys. Oh, well… Read more »

Free Use Friday Chapter 2 All About Dat Ass [MF][anal]

I’ve been following Debbie all day. Waiting for that 5 o’clock bell to ring. Debbie’s got the best ass I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen her in tight shorts at the university gym doing all exercises, but especially the glute exercises. Her ass has the roundest shape, yet the best jiggle. I dream about her doing those moves naked on my dick. Her gym clothes leave nothing to the imagination. Nice tits, tiny waist, long black hair that just reaches that ass.

At 4:59 she ducks into her dorm room. I heard last week she didn’t make it out of her chemistry class and got trained. She had to drop the class just to come hide in her dorm. Free use is allowed everywhere, so I walked right into her room.

“Hi, Debbie. I’m Phil, I seen you at the gym I want to fuck your ass.” Straight to the point as I like to be.

Debbie looks a bit shocked, but she rallied quickly with a, “Okay, but could you lock the door so no one else comes in? How do you want me?” Read more »

Brutal Rejection. [M,f][Rape][Rough][Str8]

This was a requested story, but hopefully you all enjoy it.

If the title isn’t clear, this is story involves rape and some level of violence. If it’s not your jam, I would move along.

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She was a stumbling, groggy mess, as the wandered down the stairs. The party was rowdy and crowded, fueled by far too much alcohol. But he had kept his eyes on her all night, watching her down drink after drink. From sober, to tipsy, to completely wasted.

No one was going to miss one person, everyone else was far too gone themselves. And he had waited a long time for this opportunity. Rejected and rebuffed time and time again by her. His advances always laughed off and teased away. He wasn’t going to let this chance pass.

He approached her, half slumped against the deck railing. Her jerking, drunk movements spilling her drink over herself. Her tight skirt clung to her curves, accentuating her plump ass and wholesome waist. Her blouse was crooked, one-shoulder slipped off her shoulder exposing her large breasts. He could feel his cock twitch with excitement. Read more »

The torment of a good boy [str8][MF][D/s][Gentlefemdom]

We’ve had a few drinks; our lips eagerly meeting, in between drags of a shared cigarette. I’ve not let you cum all week, but have teased and taunted you with photos and instructed edging. Will tonight be one of sweet release, or of utter frustration?

In the back of the car, I’ve started rubbing your leg, your inner thigh. I gently nibble your ear, whispering how much of a good slut you’ve been for me–quietly enough so the driver can’t hear above the radio. My jacket is now draped across your lap, giving me cover to play with your stiff cock. My fingers are tracing a silhouette around your head and shaft. I’m being discreet. Are you?

After a torturous 15 minute ride, we’re back at your place. You’ve managed not to cum, but you’re absolutely leaking. As you’re fumbling with your keys, I’m undoing your belt, urging you to hurry up. You’re so hard. Aching. Throbbing.

We’re finally inside your dark apartment. You’re pressing me up against the back of the door, finding my lips with yours. I whisper to you,

Have you been a good slut?
yes Miss Read more »

Supper

I can imagine going through the drive through only seeing the top wondering what the rest looks like . Is she naked, wearing sexy panties or pants like the boss says . As I get my order she smiles the devilish smile only confirming my suspicion ,I’m going to have to come back here again Tom says to himself. Read more »

The Camgirl Part XXVIII: Plus One [FFM (ish)]

**XVIII: Liam**

As Liam turned the corner, walking hand in hand with Marie, he realized he had never actually seen her sorority house. It was just another vaguely colonial style house with wood paneling, like most of the frat and sorority houses in the neighborhood, but it definitely looked…cleaner than any of the frat houses Liam had been to.

“What exactly am I doing here again?” he asked as they walked up the driveway toward the back of the house, “I thought sorority stuff was always just sisters only.”

Marie smiled up at him. Her nerves from earlier when she had come over to his dorm room to dress him had definitely disappeared.

When he had received the text from her earlier today telling him that she was going to meet him at 10:00 on a Tuesday night and help him get ready for a party, Liam had almost thought his girlfriend was joking, but here he was, dressed in nice jeans and one of the few button-down’s he owned that fit his shoulders and arms nicely without being too short or too long. Liam was glad Marie hadn’t said anything about a tie–memories from high school band of having to play an instrument while a stupid school tie tried to cut off his windpipe still made his throat feel tight. Read more »

Dinner Is Served [mFFFF] [oral] [mild Fdom]

This is fiction, but something I’d love to experience in real life.

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Our Saturday had started as usual. Sheila and I were naked, she was on top and riding my cock. I couldn’t tell who enjoyed it more, but today was my birthday so it was a special moment. We’d been dating for 6 months, and today she had planned a special surprise for me. Being inside of her was always special, this was all I wanted on my birthday.

We first met at CVS, she was looking for cold medicine and was frustrated with all the brands. It just so happened I was also sick, we got to talking and I told her what I recommended. One thing led to another, we exchanged phone numbers and went on a date. I was 22 at the time (23 now as I feel her warm, wet pussy sliding up and down my hard cock), she was 47 and reluctant because of the age difference. But I said what I usually say, “Who cares? As long as we’re happy who cares about what other people think?” She smiled, and invited me for a second date at her apartment. There was no dinner, just dessert. She looked incredible, worked out 5 days a week, had a very fit body and took great care of herself. After the first time we had sex, I was addicted. I was lucky to be with her. Read more »

Confessions of a hyper-sexed corporate executive (1.6) [M/F]

**(Same as before, be kind and give me constructive feedback and criticism)**

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“Hurry, head to the toilet” I all but scream. I was completely engrossed with Meacham to the point that I forgot about my dear boy coming home from his movie. “Click” I could hear the door being unlocked, with the grind of the door opening, courtesy of unoiled hinges. Meacham scurried to my attached toilet, more for the sake of not causing a scene, than fear of a teenager. I quickly put on my bathrobes, making sure to cover any cum stains on my body, and wear some moisturizer on my face.

Just in case there was some suspicion on why my face looked dry with flaky white stuff. I calmed my breathing and took a walk out of my door. “Welcome back honey! How was the movie?” I cheerfully greeted the most important person in my life. “Hey mom, movie was good. I’m pretty tired so I’m headed to bed” normally I would be put off by his lack of enthusiasm for me, but today, I thanked every God known to man. “Ok honey, have a good rest” he barely looked at me and went to his room. Teenagers were highly irritating in general. I could only hope he would grow out of it as he matured as a man. Read more »

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The Relationship [virgins]

She was convinced it was a lost cause. Stella met Levi in passing, in a college class. It wasn’t reciprocal at first. The voluptuous curves sculpted out of her whisper-soft skin were hidden under a t-shirt three times her size. Levi hid nothing, he never did. He was an athlete and didn’t care whether he appeared that way at first glance or not.

Stella swept the cascade of wheat-field blonde back behind her ears to get a better look at him. He was just under six feet tall and had the strong, broad shoulders of a protector. But his amber eyes, wide as saucers, hung heavy with sadness.

Levi was the kind of man who was defaulted to the friend zone. His personhood never quite aligned naturally with his body. Soul tormenting flesh and vice versa in an interminable feedback loop painfully familiar to all late-blooming adolescents.

Stella was the kind of girl men won’t admit to dreaming about, even though each has at at least one point or another. Usually more than one. Stella was the kind of girl men go for after the girl next door shows her true colors. The kind of girl you get to know over coffee, not in bed. Read more »