Innocent Jilling Caught on Camera [Mf][blckmail][mstr]

All characters in the story are 18+

Leaning and cozying up to the star basketball player Sara was tutoring. It was causing that wet spot on her panties to grow, just thinking of the things he could do to her. Focus she told herself after this problem she would be off to her favorite spot in the library.

Done, now she quickly packed up her stuff and hurried off. Walking quickly, almost to the point of running, to her spot, she felt the wetness growing. Finally, her secret spot. No one ever came there every time she had scoped it out. Now she had claimed it as hers.

Throwing her bag down and immediately dropping to the floor she reached her hand up her skirt. Pushing her soaking wet panties to the side she began to play with her clit and soon her attention is solely on pleasing herself. Within minutes the orgasm comes and she’s left spent trying to catch her breath taking in all the pleasure.

In all her haste she missed the post-it note on the shelf. “Look down”. A phone set upright pointing its camera right where she was. She picked it up and turned it around. A blurred figure stared back.

His. [MF]

One.

Two.

Three.

I focused on my breathing as anticipation slowly overtook me. My sweaty palms slid across the steering wheel. I wiped them across my jeans and turned up the radio. The bass thumped hard and then harder, causing my seat to vibrate with each pulse. I shifted in my seat; every red light was torture. Every second that inched closer felt like years away from him. I needed him. I needed to be with him. Finally.

I was close.

I almost lost my nerve as I rounded the last corner and the song ended. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until I saw him. I exhaled sharply and quickly ran my fingers through my hair, worried I looked as nervous as I felt. My hands shook as I got out of the car, my head swimming with thousands of insecure thoughts, each as detrimental as the next. I caught his gaze as he met me on the driveway and my heart fell into my stomach.

Those eyes.

(MFF) Finding out just how close my wife and sister-in-law are [part 4]

Part [4]
(I think it’s time to name the girls. So let’s name my ex sister-in-law Morgan and my ex wife Taylor.)

As my eyes are locked and my mouth is open Morgan quickly closes her legs and my head snaps back to Taylor. I told her that Morgan had really worn me out as she gave me my plate for dinner. I got a little laugh from both of the girls and my heart started to race. I wasn’t sure if Taylor knew what had happened or if her and Morgan talked before I came home. I was in a panic as I tried to eat. Nothing more was said about Me and Morgan’s time alone and the girls ate dinner on the couch as I headed up stairs to shower. My thoughts were a blur as I just stood in the shower wondering what was going to happen if she had told Taylor about our time at the pool or anything before that. I took my time in the shower making sure that I didn’t smell like sex and finished up. As I left the bathroom I could here the girls whispering to each other downstairs. I knew that this would be the end of me and I decided to quick pack my bags as I got dressed just Incase I needed to make a quick exit.

So this was a first

So once every other year my small family (wife son and i) decide to take a trip out to Tennessee where my father lives. So tonight the wife and I decided to take a swim after a long day. Well the swim turned quickly into a skinny dip, a first for both of us , and not after long we were engaged in our first time making love in a pool. We both had reached a climax neither one of us had peaked, wether it was the thrill of a new found way, the fact that we were in the back yard under the stars out in the open where we can easily be seen, or that as we were one the movements our bodies made were caressed with the movement of the body of water that we were in. I don’t know how to explain it exactly, all I can say for that being our first time… it definitely will not be our last..

Car Ride Torture, Part II [Mf, mast]

I sat in my garage for a few minutes after Joe dropped me off. With some strategic placement of my jacket that I was holding after we dropped Amy off, I was able to disguise the mess his daughter forced me to make in my pants.

The next trick was getting my pants and boxers washed before my wife, Karen, spotted the evidence of my afternoon delight. Thankfully, she was busy preparing for a party we were hosting that night and I was able to slip past her to get to the laundry room off the garage.

My phone buzzed as I was changing into some workout clothes, but before I could grab it my wife opened the door to the garage. ““There you are–I thought I heard you come in the front door. Why didn’’t you say hi? And why are you doing laundry?””

“”Hey babe–we had to take Joe’’s daughter to pick up some stuff for school and she dropped her frappe-whatever as she got in the car. It got all over my pants, so I wanted to wash them before the stain set.””

“”Hmmmm…did you remember to put the stain stuff on it?””

The Hunt Part 7, Appetizers [Swingerish][Gagging][Mf][M/s]

*Recap: The Hunt is an invite-only event where couples and singles find new partners for the duration of the event by playing a form of adult hide and seek with BDSM overtones. Its held on the land of a private alternative lifestyle club in northern Michigan. My wife Harley and I are attending for the first time. Harley and I went our separate ways before the Hunt began, her as prey and myself as a Hunter. Other than a few glimpses during the Hunt I have not seen her since. During the Hunt, I captured a wonderful curvaceous redhead with tribal tattoos and pale skin. We have had lunch, showered, played a few BDSM inspired outdoor games, ending in a breathtaking display by my prey with Ms. Dolly’s Erotic Trivia.*

# Appetizers

[WIP][F-centric] Nymsya – The murderous succubus [long]

Nymsya

Nymsya

Nymsya

Sounded three times through the corridors. Chanting of a group of three men on a quest for blood.

Nymsya. Fourth time. Her soul began to be sucked in. Just one more…

Nymsya. The final word. With a flash of light, she appeared. Two of them stood too close. She took their hearts. Before the third could react, she was digging into them with her teeth.

“Nymsya!” he began, and she raised her head. A gulp could be heard as she finished a bite. “You have been summoned, but you shall remain bound! If you kill the third gatekeeper, your soul will be forever bound to this room and you will not depart into this world, or go back into yours!” he finished, trying to keep his voice steady. He did not expect his colleagues to die so quickly. His heart raced. But he kept staring into those dead red eyes of hers.

She dropped the heart. She took a stride towards him. As her form left the pentagram drawn on the ground her shape became more intact and clothes began to form around her.

Theatre wank [M][mast][exh]

For such a big city it was odd that there were no adult bookstores or arcades. Shitty internet in the Air BnB, nothing would stream. I needed to blow a load and my repeated solo wanks in the bathroom had grown boring.

One theatre showing porn, that was it, in the whole city. It was written up as a bit of a cruising spot, but only late night once the parade of tourists had quietened down out the front and some anonymity could be maintained. Not that I was looking for company.

Waited until at least close to dusk. Odd setup. Old style movie theatre foyer, ticket booth, like they were trying to legitimise the venue. The large “XXXX” signs out the front kind of gave it away, not to mention the sounds of on screen fucking coming from behind the curtains to the stalls. Bought my ticket from the disinterested staff member watching football on his phone and went in.

Stuck to the back rows as advised by the blogs that had reviewed the place. Plenty of space between the rows so no need to bother anyone as I shuffle past. More to the point, those that had their cocks out were happy to display their hardons to all who would take a look.

Helen in High Heels Part II [MF] [Long]

Helen and I met every Monday that semester. We studied some. But it was mostly just talking. She shared her notes with me and I did well in the class overall but we had grown much closer by the end. We talked about everything: politics, religion, friends. She told me about herself. She was the oldest of 4 children. Her mother died when she was young and she raised her younger siblings. Her job, social work, wasn’t really her passion but it was an easy career that she could pursue while commuting to school and caring for her siblings. She missed out on fully enjoying her college years and her 20s. She had to be an adult and a mother too early. Soon after, she met Jack. She was 29 to be exact, and married him soon after. He was older so they had 2 kids right away, now 4 and 2. Once Jack moved up in his job she had realized that she didn’t like her job so she cut back to part time and decided to go back to school and take some classes. She had money so she was able to slowly take one class at a time. Her ultimate goal was to apply to medical school, dental school or even nursing. But she was slowly realizing that she might not have time. She was 35 now and she would need 21 more credits before she can apply. I asked her how she plans on going through medical school with 2 young kids. She didn’t really have an answer to that. She said she was taking it one class at a time.

The Camgirl Part VI: A Private Showing [f] [solo] [ff-ish] [exh] [voy] [mast] [anal]

VI: Blake

Blake chewed on her lip as she inspected her reflection. Her makeup was perfect—black, wing-tipped eyeliner with a hint of blue eyeshadow brought out her eyes, her lips were a deep red, and a light dusting of blush would make her look more aroused than she was. She doubted anyone watching her show noticed the subtlety of her techniques, but she knew from off-screen tests that they worked very well. Her hair was as radiant as ever, as she had re-dyed it a few days ago, and the deep blue of her thong—in an older fashion where the sides rose to hang high above her hips, almost at the cleft of her waist—matched. The stockings she had chosen for this show went higher up than most she owned, just short of where her thighs met her hips, and for a top she wore a thin, white shirt with long sleeves that she had cut off just below her breasts. As usual, she wore no bra, since she had no need.