Category: sexystories

Unexpected Fantasy Fulfilled [MF] [Str8] [mast] [oral] [fucking]

My name is Mike. I’m 30 years old, 6’2″ and I’ve got kind of a gut going on. Short, wavy brown hair frames my rather plain face. I’m not ugly per se but I’m certainly no model. I work in a service center that specializes in aviation equipment sales and repairs. I basically take calls from users and help them any way I can; I’m essentially IT and a secretary rolled into one. I typically work standard hours but occasionally I’m assigned a graveyard shift that lasts until the wee hours of the morning. It’s rare to get a call that late but it can and does happen. Such is life I suppose.

I work with several other people but there’s one particular person I enjoy more than any other. Her name is Ann and she is my favorite person to work with. She is 35 years old but she can easily pass for 25-26. She’s not what you would call a classic beauty; she is an average height at 5’7″ and she has a slight chub but she looks great for being married and having had two children. She is semi pear shaped with full, plump breasts that I can tell would easily fit my hand and an ass that has some thickness to it but also fills her pants very nicely. The absolute best thing about her however is her smile. When she smiles it lights up the room and makes everyone around her more at ease and happier. Her laugh is infectious and I always do my best to make sure she’s laughing or smiling; it’s the only thing that makes work bearable. Read more »

She Never Told [Mf][nc]

How could I forget June 14th? I probably never will. Just seeing the date written out makes me start to lose myself in the memories.

I had taken the week off work to use up some vacation days. My wife was at work and I was enjoying entering into an alcohol-fueled stupor in the backyard. Elle was next door, goofing around in the pool after having graduated from high school the previous weekend.

It felt like August came early. The beer bottle and my forehead had the same beads of moisture clinging to their respective surfaces.

If I turned just right I could see her through the fence–running around in a little pink bikini with the cutesy skull designs on it. She was not remotely close to a curvy girl, but it was a flattering swimsuit. The boys over there with her certainly acted quite stimulated by the skin she was showing off.

Going into the second hour, I had grown tired of listening to those dopes fawn over Elle. The three of them had no subtlety at all. She pretended to enjoy their flattery, but it was obvious even from where I was sitting that she was not impressed by their overly effusive praise. She saw them for what they were: clueless teenage boys saying anything to try to get in her tight pink bikini bottom, but they had no idea what to do if they got that chance. Read more »

[MF] [Cheating] I wasn’t going to London (part 4)

**Previously:** I travelled to Sicily for three days of, basically, sex with a friend from Snapchat – Sophie. I lied to my girlfriend about where I was going, but my various attempts at cover failed, and she knows where I’ve been – if not who I was with. I’ve returned home to find her with her bags packed, having said I’d tell her the truth…

**TL;WTS?** This is a very story heavy part, given the circumstances. But you will find what you seek three dividers away (that’s including the one right below here).
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I entered the front room and – more out of hope than expectation – held my arms out for a hug. My girlfriend Lori just stared at me, unmoved. Her eyes shifted to a seat nearby, as if instructing me to take it. I sat, and braced myself for an awkward evening. Lori opened the conversation.

“Who was she, Nate?”

“We haven’t had sex for two months. You haven’t shown any interest in pleasuring me for longer. I’m sorry. I cra…”

“*Who was she, Nate?*” Read more »

Artist and New Model- part 7 – As a Favor- (mFF) [Fdom] [Fsub] [incest]

He rinsed himself in the cold water of the outside shower next to the patio before drying himself with a fresh towel. Heading to the kitchen, he walked along the patio and looked at the sea, and he saw Helena and Tamara had already collected their towels, rolled up the mat and heading to the stairs.

In the kitchen he grabbed an apricot and poured himself some lemonade and quickly drank it, pouring another glass. Moving back onto the patio with his glass of lemonade and apricot, he saw Helena and Tamara step into the outdoor shower. Walking in their direction, he drank his lemonade and took a bite from his apricot. The fruit tasted unbelievably sweet. They ran from the shower to the door dripping wet.

He followed them into the house as they ran through the lounge naked then up the stairs. He climbed the stairs and heard water running in Helena’s shower. Her door sat ajar, and he approached it and pushed it open, looking in the direction of the bathroom. Read more »

Wife Swap at the Pajama Party [mfmf][voy][bdsm][sex club]

My husband Max and I were dressed in our pajamas heading to the pajama party in the sex club’s finished basement. Max was in plaid bottoms and a t-shirt while I wore a cute pink satin pajama top and matching shorts. My nipples were hard. My brown hair bounced around my shoulders as we wandered downstairs. It seemed like everybody was down here in a pile of fourteen pajama wearing adults spread out on the floor in a sea of blankets, sleeping bags and bean bags nibbling on buckets of popcorn as they watched the ancient porno. Deep Throat was playing on the six by thirteen foot screen affixed to the wall. Max and I scooped up a bucket of popcorn and with drinks and popcorn in hand, we sauntered towards the group. Tom and Ann, a couple we were interested in playing with, were snuggled together propped up on a bean bag. Ann, with her black hair and deep blue eyes and her clean cut blonde husband, Tom looked over and waved for us to join them. Max and I uttered, ‘excuse me’ as we tiptoed over bodies to settle down upon the sleeping bag strewn on the floor. Max pulled up the bean bag behind us. He threw is arm around my shoulder as we settled back to watch the show. I was lying so close to Ann, dressed in a black tank top adorned with skull and bones and a pair of men’s cotton tighty whities. She was kind of a goth girl. Both my husband and I find her quite attractive. Her legs were so long and beautiful Tom looked relaxed in grey pajama bottoms and an Eddie Bauer t-shirt. We were so cozy together, melded in a puddle of flannel wearing adults. Read more »

The Job Interview [MFF] [FemDom]

“Well if you can make it here by eleven then I’ll see you, otherwise don’t bother.”

“No problem Ms. Duro, I’ll be there. Goodbye” I told her with more confidence then I felt.

To say I’d be cutting it close would be an understatement. Without a second to spare I hurried to get ready. After a quick shower and shave I splashed on some cologne before getting dressed and rushing out the door. Luck favored me and I caught the train after only a five minute wait. The club was four blocks away from the nearest stop so there wasn’t a moment to lose once I disembarked. I took the stairs up two at a time then passed through the turnstile and onto the crowded city street.

As I approached I could see the club’s unlit neon sign from a block away. With under three minutes to spare I opened the ornate front door and stepped inside. My eyes squinted as they adjusted to the much dimmer interior light and once they had I scanned the place. It was a large space and I found myself in a long rectangular room decorated in a stark palette of black and white. The walls and tile floor were bone white while the furniture including the bar was made of dark wood and black leather and there were also some sheer black curtains strategically hung on the walls. Read more »

Were [MM] [fantasy] [inc] (no underage) [Mdom] (bears)

It was a well-known, respected, and inevitable perversion in our family to lust after a man who’s not your own kin. It usually hit around your seventh or eighth decade, and was a biological urge that the men in our family were encouraged to follow.

When he sat on the barstool next to me, I caught the whiff of his leather jacket permeated with cigar smoke and I couldn’t help myself but to inhale deeply. My unnaturally keen sense of smell picked up the nondescript soap he’d washed with that afternoon, the common but still dizzingly nice aftershave he’d splashed on the few areas of his neck he’d shaved, and underneath that all the complex array of hormones and phermones that regular human beings were only aware of on a subconscious level. The combination of smells awakened something in me that I’d never felt before. There it was; a stirring in my cock for the heat of a man who wasn’t my brother, father, nephew, uncle, grandfather, or cousin. Before I turned to get a good look at him I already knew I wanted him in the most carnal and lasting way. Read more »

The Life and Times of Sydney’s Stars [MF] [scifi] [silly, kind of cheesy] [sex-lite] [slight noncon] [CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE]

Sneak aboard the ship? Check.

Secure the bridge? Check.

Take the Orgron leader of the thugs captive? Check.

Do all this without alerting the rest of the crew, thus allowing them to mount an attack on the bridge AND enable the self destruct countdown? Not even close.

Extract the sperm of the Orgron leader so that the less barbaric females of the species could impregnate themselves without needing to be raped? Working on it!

The sound of lasers, phasers, and possible even blazers tore through the air and scorch marks dotted the room where they struck walls and chairs. Fifteen or so armed mercenary thugs had all but taken the bridge back as three valiant mercenaries (not even remotely thuggish) hid behind chairs and computers, trying not to take any hits while sending out a few shots of their own. It was an effort in vain, however. Sooner or later, they’d be pushed up against the glass wall that led only to space and likely riddled with blaster shots. And even then, if the self destruct went off, they would all be goners. Read more »

Bi02-S7

*rural america, the 1980s*

(Forgot tags: [Fm] [blowjob])

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It was something unusual perhaps for most, but for a teenager like Mike, waking up and masturbating several times in a row was fairly normal.

Of course, he soon discovered that something was amiss. No matter how many orgasms he pumped out, his hard-on never softened. It was a saturday, and Mike never really did much on saturday but watch tv and draw, or go out into the woods for some quiet.

By lunch however, something was very obviously wrong. His hard-on remained as it had this morning; his mind still in lust, his dick wasn’t even sore and his loads only seemed to get larger. He knew he needed to figure it out, fast.

First, he tried simply refraining from masturbating, hoping the hard on would die down. This only made it worse however; his mind broke like a dam and started dreaming up all sorts of fantasies, he flipped through his porn mags cover-to-cover. And his balls ached, he felt a warmth and preasure – a beg for a release.

After pumping out the highest volume of cum in his life, he knew he would have some time to call someone. Read more »

The Master Debater [mf] [humor] [non-fiction] [frustration]

*Sadly, this is a very true story from my life before I gained confidence. Names have been changed to protect the recipients of my awkwardness.*

*Apologies in advance if this goes against the themes covered by this sub. Even though this story is full of sexual frustration, Kimmie is still someone I enjoy thinking about from time to time when I’m alone. There’s still time to top it, but she’s by far the sexiest woman I’ve blown it with.*

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Kimmie was an impossible to ignore 18 year-old force of nature. With her long brunette hair, she was almost six feet tall (most of that were her thin but shapely legs) with a model’s figure to match and the demeanor of a girl who had been the most striking one in the room for many years. When we would walk together, it was amusing to see the cascading whipping heads from the boys aligned along the edges of the hallway.

We became acquainted when her parents insisted she join the debate team. I (also 18) was the team captain and instructed all the new members on the basics of debate. Her father was a successful lawyer and knew it was a great way for Kimmie to get some of the early skills that could come in useful if she chose to go down that career path. Read more »