I woke up to the bathroom light on and the sounds of my girlfriend sorting through her drawers. I quickly glanced over to the clock and saw that it was 5:30 in the morning and asked her if she was okay. In her soft, sweet voice she whispered back, “sorry baby, yeah, go back to bed, I’m just going for a run.” I told her okay, and I rolled over to watch her get ready, before I nodded off again. She was beautiful in the dim, orange light of the bathroom, her naked body moved gently as she tried to make as little noise as possible. From the drawers she pulled out a sporty pair of panties, socks, grey tights, and a cute little sports bra to match. I loved watching her pull up her panties, and she smiled as she saw me watching her every move. “Stop!” She laughed, as she turned away from me, revealing her beautiful ass, with her panties already being swallowed up between her cheeks. “Go to sleep!”
Category: sexystories
[MF] Saw my boss with a coworker
I work at a grocery store and there’s this girl I work with that has a great fat, curvy ass. I heard she got into trouble with my boss and I’m walking by his office when I see his face buried in her fat ass, eating her pussy. I could tell he blackmailed her because I could tell she was trying not to cum, but he loved her ass in his face and wanted to get her off. I hear him saying “cum for me baby, don’t fight it” and she couldn’t resist anymore and starts shaking her big ass and squirts all over his face. I don’t know what to think
[MF] Hotel Encounter
We meet in a hotel bar. I am sitting there having a drink and you take the bar stool next to me. not much is said in the first few minutes we sit quietly and enjoy our drinks. The bar is nearly empty but you choose the spot right next to me.
I ask if you are there for business or pleasure and you tell me business. its always business. you tell me that traveling makes you exhausted from one town to the next.
You are dressed in a blouse top and a knee high skirt. you have thigh high stockings that the tops occasionally peak out the bottom of your skirt. after a little light talk and a laugh your hand gently touches my thigh.
you excuse yourself to use the restroom. when you come back you have a deviant look on your face. you tell me that the bathroom has a gift for me. being in the hotel bar it is a unisex bathroom. you tell me to look on the hanger on the door.
When a friend comes to visit, pt 1 [MMF][cuck]
We had invited a friend over and he would be spending a few nights with us as he visited our city. It was the first night and we were sitting around drinking and talking on the couch, you between us.
He was joking about sex which was a thing he did and he mentioned something about you only having been with me. I then let slip that that wasn’t true. You looked at me, shocked that I’d admit that and he looked shocked too. He started asking for details, and while you weren’t sharing I was.
I told him how you met up with a friend of yours and slept with him. How it happened multiple times. How I enjoyed hearing you tell me about it. In the middle of this you whispered to ask me what I was doing, and I simply responded that I didn’t see why we should pass on an opportunity.
He then asked if I ever watched you. To which I replied that I never got the chance as I put a hand on your thigh. He asked do you want to. “Yes”. He turned to you. “Do you want him to watch you?” His question asking more than the obvious. You looked at me, I winked, before looking back at him and saying yes.
Seduced at Work (Part 3)
Part 1 and 2 in the comments.
I thought about Mara a lot after the night of the party. She was such a crazy girl, it was impossible not to.
A week after the party I texted her. It was a pretty shallow, “hey, how’s it going.” She responded in kind, with a few emojis. She seemed to know what I was after, because she sent a picture of her unshaven pussy. She followed up with “I want you to think about this next time you’re with Alison.”
That night, Alison commented that I was a little more aggressive than usual.
Mara and I continued to sext each other for the rest of the week, but Alison started to get suspicious. I realized it would be a bad idea. Cheating twice was pushing my luck as it was, so I broke off contact with Mara. It was really hard, but she soon picked up the hint and stopped texting me. When Alison wasn’t around, I would often jerk off to Mara to help cope.
S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin, END [slow] [F/M] [M/S] [inc] [preg] [Mdom] [sm] [history-ish]
S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin
by DiscipleN
Chapter 5
The town of Danlick stayed out of reach for many days. The roads were too muddy, the weather too inclement. We huddled in the loft with Luke and kept to ourselves. Outside, downpours could not slow rumors of my miraculous recovery. Hory’s manhood found strength again. He used me gently, but spilled his seed outside of my puss. Milk returned to my breasts. He told me, it was all his sucking that made them spring back to life. Laughter came easily between us during those rains.
We did not work. Leaks sprang from the roof. The pigs fouled themselves. Some starved. When we heard their desperate cries, we sprang to rescue them. Five days and nights in the rain flushed our sweat from us. We managed to save most of them.
I had two visitors in the eight days of rain that followed. Reverend Hannity pulled off his muddy boots at the door before entering. I held it open. Hory invited him in. We lunched and prayed together, thanking the lord for another miracle and future good health.
S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin, Ch. 4 [slow] [F/M] [M/S] [inc] [preg] [Mdom] [sm] [history-ish]
S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin
by DiscipleN
Chapter 4
Baptists refute canonical sainthood, but their stories survive. Many are regarded as important thinkers or heroes of the faith. Pastors de-emphasize their supposed miracles but quote their works.
The folk of Danlick believed in Saint Dunlop. I would need time to prepare myself to reach her. A month was not enough time. Fortified by Mrs. Orchard’s community, though her christian name came difficult to my tongue, I suffered Hory’s forcefulness without lapsing into despair. I neither felt nor sought pleasure from his manhood. Working farm and sty centered my emotions, lifted me above the darkness that tugged at my soul. My love for Luke increased every day. He was a blessing, if not in the way my neighbors imagined. A month after returning from Danlick, I was gathering eggs from our small hen house. Turning I shook feathers and dung from my apron. I looked up. Hortense had been enlarging one of the pens. His tools stood against a rail. I saw John Tuttle leading my son away.
S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin, Ch. 3 [slow] [F/M] [M/S] [inc] [preg] [Mdom] [sm] [history-ish]
S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin
by DiscipleN
Chapter 3
Our first child was born two months after Grandfather passed away. Hortence was twenty and unmarried. Twice, women in the township had met him with obvious intent. One was nearly my age and reeked of desperation, for alcohol not a husband. The other was a cute fireball who expected men to jump when she snapped her fingers. I can’t say who disappointed my son more. He rejected both, simply by not inviting them again.
I had kept my pregnancy a secret. A backwoods church is the center of community events and religious services. I received comments about gaining weight, but I never encouraged that falsehood. My past lies weighed heavily. About the time of my third month, incredible rumors crisscrossed communities for fifty miles. Every third week or so, news came of a miracle baby. Folk assumed the nonsense regarded a particular baby, born to an unwed mother. With successive tales giving details of births to different mothers who were solid members of society, a pattern formed, a pattern who’s familiarity terrified me. The women, their husbands all casualties in the war, had born sons in recent months. My peers suggested the reality of lonely women succumbing to temptation. Consistent rumors over the next three months, from different communities, inspired a truth of faith, especially when the rumors claimed the miracle sons resembled the lost fathers! Pastors began to laud the “Danlick Blessings.” God was giving sons to devout Christian widows. Locals attending church nearly doubled. Hope and pride, devastated by the war, swelled in their hearts.
S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin, Ch. 2 [slow] [F/M] [M/S] [inc] [preg] [Mdom] [sm] [history-ish]
Chapter 2
Hortense found me rewrapping my foot with a dish cloth. I had cleaned his shirt with soap and full boiling water. Sensing the emergency was over, my son reverted to practical matters. “I’m hungry, Ma. Did Greatgran eat yet?”
I sliced headcheese and tore chunks of bread for both of them. I skipped eating. How my body was sore from a foot wound, I could not explain it. My foot felt somewhat better by supper. I made a stew. Hory helped to wash the dishes. I cleaned up Grandpa after dinner. He grabbed my breasts. Hory caught him at it.
“Don’t touch her, Gramps!”
Regis took his hand off my dress and sulked. Hory put his great-grandfather in his room early. He latched it shut and came to me.
“You will sleep with me, tonight.”
Blood rushed to my face. “I’m sorry I couldn’t go into town.”
“You will give me a fuck every night until you can.” My son whispered. Had he learned what Regis knew?
The words he used last night had been reserved. A day later they had turned foul. “Son, you mustn’t put your seed in me. Let me-”
S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin, Ch.1 [slow] [F/M] [M/S] [inc] [preg] [Mdom] [sm] [history-ish]
S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin
by DiscipleN
– all characters herein, who act explicitly, are 18 or older. –
– For extra context, please read my first SMOMS (submissive mothers organized for mutual support) story, set in modern times. Go to my profile and click on the POSTS tab.
– I’ll claim, the difference between porn and erotica is, porn is ridiculous, erotica less so. This here be some crazy shit.
Chapter 1
I cannot blame my downfall on the lie I told, just as spring is not at fault for melting frozen rivers. I would have died, from despair’s noose, if my last son had been taken to avenge the Yankee villains who killed his father and brother. So I lied to the man who wore gray rags proudly. I lied to his brave recruits who had lied about their ages, to avenge their families. I told them my boy was twelve. He was sixteen at the time. Neighbors did not betray us. All had lost sons and husbands. It helped that Hortense’s stature is slight, hardly taller than myself. When my boy eventually chose to grasp me, two years later, my diminutive build was as much at fault for casting me into mortal sin as was the lie.