Category: sexystories

[MF] – I fucked my Cousin’s Best Friend in Brazil

**BACKGROUND**
I’m 24 and a little shy, I like to listen a lot more. My parents are Brazilian but I was born in the USA. I speak some decent Portuguese and I’ve been to Brazil a few times.

It’s great, the food, ladies and the people are friendly as all hell. We have a house there in a nice place, and it’s near the families of both sides. Huge families on both ends and that means a lot of aunts, cousins and 2nd cousins. It also means a lot of random people hanging out at family gatherings.
This is where the fun begins.

**IN COMES THE GIRL**
Vacation time was here! It was spring break back in April and I visited Brazil once again. This time my other 6 immediate family members all tagged along. The whole trip was great but it’s slowly getting tiring. We see the same people and go to the same places. I know it’s a privilege to travel at all but it feels so routine, feels like chores. I won’t lie, when we’re here we hang out mostly with family. So there’s not many chances for sex, I usually go up to 3rd base with gals my dude-bro cousins know. I’m not some player, most girls just think it’s hot that I’m from America and have a little accent when I speak Portuguese. I was having a hard time with personal stuff back home so deep inside I needed some action. Growing up just sucks and this trip was what I needed to clear my mind. Read more »

[Les] A Chance Encounter

The sudden rainstorm beat hard against the windows of the small cabin, threatening to drive Kim absolutely batty. Her plan had been to retire to the woods for a few weeks to gather some inspiration for her art, but the entire exercise had quickly devolved into smoking weed, jacking it on the porch, and drawing pornographic sketches with little promise.

As far as experiments in inspiration was concerned it was an abject failure, and Kim had finally resigned herself to the realisation that she was simply not an artist, a decision she felt strangely comfortable about when it came right down to it. Tired of the loud thrum of the rain she decided to head outside and get some exercise; rain or no rain she was aching for release, and because she had quickly decided against pants once she arrived she was constantly threatening to knock stuff off of tables and shelves in the current state.

As she swung the door open, however, she was surprised to find she was not alone. Standing on the doorstep, hand rising to knock on the door, stood a soggy girl huddling herself against the weather. She was of a height with Kim, slender and fit, her completely wet hair hanging in a limp, black ponytail against her top, her hiking shoes caked in mud and her light white summer hiking gear made nearly completely see-through by the saturation. Read more »

[MF, Dom, Cheating] – Crossing the Line

Nobody prepares you for the eternity of boredom that often accompanies marriage. Of course when you’re young things seemed exciting and it never occurred to you that this feeling would pass. And it’s true you do end up loving him and he melds right into the family. You can’t imagine life without him but that spark that made your juices flow so easily when you were a teenager and in your early twenties has settled into a routine that doesn’t quite satisfy your deeper needs while at your sexual peak. And you know it’s not just you – your friends, coworkers, other married couples – they all make the jokes about it and you laugh with them… but underneath you wrestle with it daily. You have more to offer, more to give, more to experience… but could you? Would you? You bury the thought. But living in eternity the thoughts always finds a way to resurface. Read more »

Smack [MF] [oral] [impact play] [public]

*Smack!*

The sound of a hard object on flesh jerks me into consciousness. My nostrils fill with your sweet, musky scent intermingling with some other acidic odor as my eyes struggle to adjust to the darkness of the room. As the room slowly comes into focus, I’m aware of a chill on my cock and balls. The room is nearly black and only lit by a crack of light emanating from beneath the closed door in which my back is pressed. Even though I cannot yet see anything, the oppressive darkness is impenetrable, I can sense another person in the room with me. Instantly my hands jump to my crotch where I discover they are coated with a thick liquid. Completely confused, I grope around in the darkness for a lightswitch. Finally, my fumbling fingers locate one next to me on the wall and I snap it upward. The CF bulb ignites, but barely, and I jump as I see you sitting on the linoleum floor, legs spread in front of you and your hand raised over your head. In you hand you are gripping a small, flat, wooden spatula. Before I can react you swing it downward in a tight arc and it makes contact with the top of your cleft. Read more »

[MF, FFM, stepcest, oral, voy, free use themes] Unsuspecting pilgrims in a horny land.

The best laid plans of mice and men go often awry.

And sometimes your dad remarries and gets a job transfer to another country, dragging you and your new step sister away from your college plans. Sure, there are universities in Malfenia, but that’s small comfort for leaving everyone you know behind for a country full of perverts.

Malfenia isn’t the most communicative with the world at large. It’s a small, self-sufficient island nation way out in the Atlantic, kept warm by the Gulf Stream. When Jenna and Carl did some research on their home-to-be, they didn’t find much. The local cuisine was heavily based on fish, the weather was warm, but rainy, friendly locals who frequently spoke English, but not much else about their home-to-be.

They found barely any more on the travel forums, just some references to the people there being very promiscuous, and sometimes being inappropriately open about sex. Carl was pretty happy at the thought, but he and Jenna agreed it was probably just rumors and atypical experiences. Read more »

Confessional [Str8] [Bi] [FM] [oral]

To be fucked by you is the best thing I can imagine. To be fucked by you, with my cum dripping down my legs, intermingling with the spilt wetness created by your fervent mouth upon my cunt spilling onto the counter below me is the best thing I could ever imagine. To be stretched out across the desk that separates us, reaching up on tiptoe with the arch of my feet just getting tighter as you lick my cunt and bring me ever closer to orgasm is what I think about in meetings when you catch my eye, sitting there in knickers that are stretched taut over my lips and damp from fantasies.

I’m sat here thinking about how cold the marble of the table would be against my nipples and forehead when you pushed me down. Thinking about that hand curled possessively around my shoulder, body pressing into my back as you lean over biting my neck just above the collarbone, made all the more evident by my breath caught up in my throat as your other hand slides one finger lazily through the heat between my hips; this finger never quite dipping into the slit between but just rubbing, rubbing the tip of my clit that reaches out for you filled with blood and my heart beat. Read more »

Amrita [Str] [MF] [Fantasy]

She was prying the jewel out of the statue’s eye when she heard footsteps coming from outside the vault.

*Shit,* she thought. It sounded like at least three guards. Big fat eunuchs with big fat clubs. And there she was, a thief with a few levels in bard.

She couldn’t fight them. She couldn’t hide. There weren’t any chests or piles of coins to burrow inside. It was one of the smaller vaults: all it had were smutty statues. Fortunately she had a plan.

She swallowed the jewel. The client had insisted she not touch it with her bare skin but there was no other way to take it with her. The plan did not involve pockets. She peeled off her clothes and put them on a mannequin. They looked strange on the mannequin (the thief was quite a bit heavier) but that wasn’t her problem anymore. She got on her knees, cupped her breasts, and bit down on a little glass pill. The potion tasted like pistachios. Read more »

[mf][oral][teen][true] Slamming her Pussy Rear Entry, fast and deep

“I’m slamming her doggie-style fast and deep during the plateau, on the verge of cumming again, and she’s moaning from the 3-way stimulation: anal via my thumb in her rectum, vaginal with my cock in her pussy, and clitoral with my other hand jacking her moist clit hood…”

In the summer of 2015 I was a rising sophomore at a top-ranked college, Amherst. I was 19 and on the men’s varsity cross-country squad – thus I was in amazing shape – a long distance runner with tremendous endurance in my “lower unit” muscles: legs and gluts (butt) as well as cardiovascular. I was a biology major and planed to attend medical school.

For Alexandria was about 105 lbs. and long dirty blond hair with green eyes — of Scandinavian descent. Alexandria was slender, about 5’6″ and ran cross-country for her high school. Alexandria had very small “bee sting” type breasts and never wore a bra – her nipples announcing themselves by poking through her shirt fabric – I found her very attractive due to her purity (no fake tits) and her lack of makeup and bra – the sexiness of a youth having just completed puberty was thrillingly attractive – a ripeness. Read more »

[MF] Heavenly Bureaucracy [Fdom] [pegging] [supernatural]

As far as Saturday mornings go, this one wasn’t much out of the usual, or, rather, wouldn’t have been, but for the woman standing over my bed as I woke up.

There was definitively something off about her, and not just by the fact that she appeared to have broken into my apartment overnight; her neon green pixie cut, numerous piercings, and prolific tattoos of cocks and tentacle monsters savaging women didn’t seem to gel with her matter of factly work-a-day demeanour; none of which was helped by her wispy, transparent clothing that seemed designed expressly to tittilate and show of her flesh rather than conceal anything.

“Mister Connington?” she asked as I drifted into waking. “_Steve_ Connington?”

“Uh, yeah…” I muttered, confused by her sudden appearance. “Who are you…?”

With a perfunctory nod and smile she tore a slip of paper from a booklet she was carrying, and proffered it at me.

“You are served with appearing at the Capital City Temple within fourteen days for a union with Her Grand Majesty the Most Exalted, The Goddess Persicima, Glory of all the World and Mother to All.” she said. “Failure to appear will result in forced compliance.” Read more »

[FF] Sorceress and Thrall [fantasy] [x-post r/DirtyWritingPrompts] [short]

The air went out of Anita as the guard pushed her unceremoniously forwards against the heavy boardroom table, sending her sprawling against the mirror polish of the oak.

“This is the one then?” the tall woman seated at its head said, a wicked grin playing over her lips, and the guard gave a perfunctory nod.

“Good”, she said, rising, “you’re dismissed.”

With a curt bow the guard excused himself, leaving Anita alone with the woman.

“I hope the guards weren’t too rough on you.” the woman said, placing a hand on Anita’s neck. “I like to dish out the roughness myself, you see.”

Anita weakly shook her head against the wood, catching a glimpse of the woman where she stood next to her, her long red dress slit up to her hips on both sides and with a neck went well past her navel, revealing the ornate dangling jewellery of gold and jade she wore.

Gently, the woman filtered her fingers through Anita’s blonde hair, before suddenly grabbing hold and yanking her to her feet. She was quite a ways taller than Anita, leaving the girl staring up into her ruby red eyes. Read more »