Getting Suck off by my Waitress [FM] [Str8] [oral]

This happened several years ago, but it’s one of my favorite hookup stories, especially how things just fell into place. I’ll put out an update later to fill in the rest of the night.

My friends and I had been having a few drinks when we decided to go to one of those greasy restaurants near the interstate that are only good when you’ve been drinking. We’re led to our table, and my friends were all being kind of rowdy, to the point where other customers were looking at us. I tried to get them to shut up a little, but they were too far gone. The hostess managed to squeeze the drink orders out of us, and disappeared for a while. After a while I hear,”Hi, I’m Phoebe, and I’ll be your waitress tonight.”

Threesome During a Party [FFM]

This happened last winter, and as it gets colder I can’t help but thinking of this. Sorry for how long this story was, I just wanted to fit in every sexy detail.

My girlfriend and I are pretty well known around the bars and parties in town. We’re friends with most of the people we see around, we go to a lot of punk and indie shows, and we’re both performers/perfomance artists. It’s also gotten around that we’re into group sex, which got out because we had a habit of leaving parties with another girl in tow. It doesn’t hurt that my girlfriend is really hot. She’s medium height and build, but she has an amazing ass which she likes to show off in short black shorts. She has lots of tattoos, and has a pretty face. She also has gotten into wearing chokers, and god bless whoever brought those back. I’m average height, and I’ve got that douche bag undercut that is becoming known as the “alt-right haircut”, but before we just called the CM Punk hair cut. I’ve got a beard (of course), tattoos, and I like to think that I dress well. Girls sometimes say I look like Adam Levine, but I definitely look more like a bearded Adam Devine.

[MF][FF][MMF][Fantasy] Taken by the Invaders

Maria squirmed, straining against the ropes holding her, the sun beating down on her naked flesh. Thrown over his shoulder, she could feel the powerful muscles of her captor beneath her as he shrugged off her attempts to escape. Dust flew into her face, and she spat out grit as the cries of other captured men and women filled the air, and another sound, too, the low, steady beat of hundreds of marching feet, their captors carrying them off to the high, red peaks of Wyrmstone mountain, whose silhouette stood out against the sun like twisted claws rising to the sky. Maria squirmed again, more vigorously this time, and was rewarded with nothing but a hearty laugh and a slap across the ass from her captor. She blinked back tears, trying not to think about how she was completely naked, completely exposed in front of all these men.

How could this have all happened?

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I just needed a spotter! [MF] [Fdom]

In order to keep my weight in check and my muscles strong, I lift weights, heavy barbell training to be specific, out in my garage four times a week. Two days for upper body and two days for lower body. Its been a fantastic way to combat the slow decay of muscle loss that starts to happen in your mid forties, not to mention it increases bone density which is important as you age.
My wife enjoys the side benefits, which is the leaner look I’ve got and the more muscular arms, chest and shoulders. I’m certainly no body builder but I do have a more athletic look and feel the effects in the bed room. Increased stamina and higher libido to name a few, not to mention the new found strength to lift my wife off the floor and pin her to the wall when I’m feeling more aggressive.
The other day I was out in the garage about to attempt a new personal record. So I asked my wife if she wouldn’t mind spotting me, just to be safe. She was sitting on the couch in her bath room, a usual afternoon relaxing on a Saturday. “Hey sweetheart you mind coming out to the garage an give me a spot? I’m going for a personal record.” She looked up from her phone “I’m not really dressed for it but sure, gimmie a minute to dress.” I went back out to the garage to do some warm up sets to prepare for the max rep. A good ten minutes or more went by. What the hell is she doing? There’s no need to put on make up just to spot me for one rep. Just then she came through the garage door, still in her robe. “What took so long? I thought you were getting dress?” I notice she had make up on, which was rather odd but I dismissed it quickly since I was focused on knocking out this personal record attempt. She took her place behind the rack and barbell as I set myself up and grab the bar, took a deep breath and just then felt a tightening around my wrist. Before I could look up and notice the zip tie, the other one was around my second wrist and pulled snug. I was strapped to the barbell and with as much weight as was on the bar I couldn’t move. I was helpless. “What the hell are you doing” I said with a slight chuckle. “Well, you’ve worked so hard to get strong, always taking control, using your new found strength to make me submit to your desires. I think its time you lost control ‘muscle man’ ” She giggled and in a flash she had my gym shorts around my ankles. I was in shock, and began to feel my cock twitching with excitement. She seductively straddled my thighs and leaned over me, laying a kiss on my lips and probing her tongue into my mouth, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth before biting down gently as she pulled away from me. Just then she pulled the holding pin from the bench and back support section fell into the declined position leaving me hanging by wrists with just my ass clinging on to the seat pad. I let out a struggling grunt as I adjusted zip ties digging into wrist and felt my heart start to beat harder, possibly due to the previous work sets, or to new position I found myself.
She didn’t say a word, stood up and opened her bathrobe, dropping it to the garage floor to reveal a garter belt and stockings Id never seen before. They were red lace with white fur tops on the stockings and the garter had a thick black belt with gold buckle in traditional “St. Nick” fashion, giving a holiday feel to the whole thing. She bent over at the waist, keeping her legs locked and let her breasts hang over my exposes shaft. She had upgraded her nipple piercings from two individual bars to a twin pair of rings that where connected in the middle by a small link chain, by which a small silver charm hung that said “Cum Slut”. “Where did you get that?!” I was astonished at this aggressive action and was noticing my own nipples hardening with excitement as my cock was now fully engorged. She ran her hands playfully across my stomach and down to my rod. Slowly stroking up and down with a evil smirk across her face. She knew she was in total control.
“I’m going to do some heavy lifting myself.”
As she cupped my ball sack in her hand and lifted it up, exposing my taint and she leaned lower and began to run circles under my testicles with her tongue.
“This won’t do, you need to be positioned better.” She stood back up and lifted my legs high over my head, tearing off my gym shorts and tossing them to the side. I was spread eagle, ankles in the air, completely exposed! Then she pulled up one of the folding chairs we keep in the garage and sat down right in front of me. Gripping my cock firmly in one hand and cupping my balls with the other, she gently began to give my sack a tongue bath. Not the gentle licking of a girl who’d never done anything before. No she stuck out her tongue wide as if she was being given a medical inspection and laid the base of it across my taint dragging it flatly up till my balls fell from the edge of her tongue. Slowly stroking all the while, ensuring that i would remain hard and edging my cock. She stuck a finger in my mouth unexpectedly and commanded.
“Suck!”
I obliged, being able to slightly taste the flavor of my own precum. I sucked her finger slowly till she pulled it out of my mouth and placed it firmly into my anus, just the finger tip at first, but that was about to be graduated shortly to much more.
She continued feasting upon my scrotum, licking, and pulling the skin in different directions with her teeth. All the while the stroking she preformed on my cock quickened and become more of a beating, rough motion. She was eager to make me spill, I could see it in her eyes. It’s that look she gets when she’s excited and knows what she wants. She was going to get it, We hadn’t made love in a few days and I had been so focused on my training that I hadn’t masturbated either. My nuts were full and I could feel the precum frothing at the top of my cock, making tiny bubbles from her stroking.
“You never wash that gym shirt” she said as she pulled down on my “Gold’s Gym” shirt I bought in Cali on summer.
“You’re gonna wash it tonight!” She smirked and gave me a wink and I felt her finger slide further up my ass, the thumb of that same hand planted firmly on the cock vein that was pulsing under my testicles. She wiggled her thumb back and forth, gently popping that deep vein back and forth. My precum was now dripping down my shaft making her jacking even smoother. I could hold out much longer and by the grunting sounds that I was making she knew it too.
“Come on baby, lets see it. I wanna watch you blow your fucking load. I know you’ve been saving up….”
She stopped stroking my hand and just held it, rubbing her thumb on my coronal ridge and across the frenulum.
I couldn’t take anymore and as I hung there, helpless I groaned out and she knew I was going to unload.
She pushed the head of my dick upward toward my chest just as I felt my cock begin to throb. A thick pearl-white rope of jizz flew out of my pulsing head and hit my chin, leaving jizz dripping from my beard, then rest all over my gym shirt. More pulsing as she fingered my prostate and my hips are bucking, my legs are left quivering and I continue to spill cum all over myself and she laughs and enjoys the fireworks. She grips my nuts tightly and kisses the tip of my cock.
“Now you have to wash that shirt”
She put her bathrobe back on and went in the house. I was left hanging by the barbell, watching those thick ropes of jizz slowly melt into my favorite gym shirt as I was left there for the remainder of the night.

Cumming Home for Christmas [*EXPLICIT*] – Getting [F]ucked by [M]y Boyfriend While My Family Sleeps Upstairs…

“I give good parent…(he gives good parent)… I give good parent (he gives real good parent)… I gi-”

“Jess, are you going to sing that the entire car ride?” His amused, yet slightly anxious tone interrupts the sound of my voice filling the small space of his Prius

“Maybe. Why, does it bug you?”

When he doesn’t answer immediately, I glance over at him. I note the slightly less-than-relaxed grip he has on the steering wheel, and the determined set of his jawline. He’s wearing jeans but with a purple dress shirt; casual, but not too casual.

“Oh my god,” I begin. “Are you nervous?”

He rolls his eyes, and tightens his grip on the wheel before sparing me a brief agitated glance. “Yes, Jess. I’m a little nervous.”

I continue to stare at him, mouth slightly agape.

“Oh c’mon, like you wouldn’t be slightly nervous if you were in my situation?” I roll my eyes, and prepare to reply, but he cuts me off. “That was rhetorical, Jess. You know I’m right; you’d be a little anxious too if the roles were reversed.”

Fixer-Upper [FM] [Exh] [Voy] [Teasing] [Kitchen sex]

Drip. Drip.

I tightened the cap on the kitchen faucet. Drip… Drip…

Silence.

New washers are a dime a dozen, but I knew not every repair on this house would be so cheap. I straightened from the counter and turned for my toolbox, catching Vic’s eye across the hall. His gaze held steady. “Have I ever told you how hot your ass looks in those jeans?” he asked. Vic held a door against the casing, the divots already cut away for the hinges. It lined perfectly with the pencil marks he’d measured moments ago.

“Once or twice,” I grinned back. The truth was, I wore those particular jeans knowing he’d appreciate them. If not for how they framed my ass, then at least for how they clung to my long legs. Which wasn’t to say he didn’t appreciate my breasts, only that Vic was easily distracted by a well-rounded form. “Don’t spend too long staring, or that door will never get hung.”

“Jeannie, that door isn’t the only thing around there that’s gonna be hung.”

I laughed and scooped up the toolbox, sparing a long look to his broad shoulders as I passed. Vic didn’t look so bad himself.

[XP] My Parent’s Basement [ff] [bdsm] [huml]

“Be a good girl while we’re gone, honey.” mom said, as she hoisted her final piece of luggage into the trunk.

“No promises.” I said with a grin, and she offered a warm smile in return, the skin around her eyes framed with gray wrinkling.

“At least try not to burn the house down.” dad added gruffly as he slammed the trunk shut and settled into the car.

“Yes sir.” I offered, and he flashed me a friendly smile in the rear view mirror as mom clambered into the car.

Even now, well into their late fifties, mom and dad were going strong, and this year, as always, they were off on their yearly honeymoon and anniversary celebration, coming as it did three months after the madhouse cluster of birthdays me and my thirteen sisters shared. In years past, they had sent me off to my sister’s place for the week, to stay with her and her two kids my own age, but this year they had decided to turn the house over to my care while they were gone.

As the car pulled out, mom gave a friendly wave, and soon my phone buzzed in my pocket.

[XP] [Les] Me, Myself and Oh! [selfcest] [short]

“Six dorrah.” the old chinese man urged, pointing his knobbly walking stick at the mirror.

Six dollars for a full length floor mirror, possibly an antique, definitely a period-accurate reproduction at the least, its immensly flat, rectangular and shiny surface framed by golden dragons, intermingling and flowing along the edge.

“Six dollars?” I asked skeptically, running my hand over the decorations. “Is this real gold?”

“Ya, real gold. Six dorrah.”

Deep in Chinatown, the small shop was full of things like this mirror: Way too nice, and _way_ too cheap.

“What’s wrong with it?” I asked.

“Nothing wrong with it, too big for shop.” he urged, waving his walking stick around the small shop. He wasn’t wrong, the mirror took up a not inconsiderable amount of space in the already cramped shop, but even so…

“For pretty lady, I make it five dorrah.”

“How would I even get it home?” I asked, touching the silvered glass of the mirror. When I did, I swore it rippled like cold water, but nothing could be seen on its flat surface.

“Five dorrah include tax and shipping.” the old man urged, and I pulled a fiver out of my wallet. What’s the worst that could happen?

Reserved wife goes to Vegas with very adventurous sister [reluc]

Stephanie is a 36 year old wife, married with 2 kids who is about to go to Vegas with her younger 29 year old sister (Mary). Stephanie has only every slept with one man (her husband Jeff) while her sister is VERY experienced. She is also drop dead gorgeous. Like supermodel gorgeous – guys hit on her all the time, she literally had a sugar daddy when she was in college who took her on trips and bought her jewelry. To this day, Mary is a size 2 with firm chest, ridiculous legs and a rock hard stomach. She could literally be a swimsuit model. Stephanie is more like a size 8 and pretty. Guys check her out some, but it is ridiculous when she is around her sister Mary.

Neither of them have ever gone to Vegas and Mary wants both of them to go together and have a fun girls weekend. Stephanie is very nervous because she is pretty conservative, and she knows Mary is pretty wild. But Mary talks Jeff into letting them both go and the two of them book their flights and hotel. Neither of them make much money, Stephanie is a stay-at-home mom and Mary is a nurse, but they both buy some cute outfits and head out to Vegas for a long weekend.