Category: sexystories

Don’t Flash Your Tits At Strangers, Part 7 [Mf] [blkmail] [huml] [reluc]

Jackson couldn’t believe the day had finally come.

He’d had a crush on his young sister-in-law for years now. In fact, he still remembered the first day he met Aly and her fucking incredible, perky tits. It was back when Jenn was just his girlfriend, not his wife. He was going to meet her family at their house in the suburbs and after introductions with her mother and stepfather in the kitchen, he went upstairs to use the bathroom. But instead of walking into the bathroom, he accidentally walked into a bedroom. Not just any bedroom either — Aly’s.

And once he laid eyes upon her, the addiction began.

She was a fucking vision — stretched out asleep on her bed, her round ass in the air and her naked left tit popping out of her flimsy tank top. *Jesus fuck.* Jackson remembered salivating, his tongue instantly swelling at the sight of her heavy yet incredibly perky breast, its nipple so pretty and pink it reminded Jackson of candy. It made him want so badly to suck it, to taste it and confirm its honey-like sweetness.

He was entranced. Read more »

How a Weird Cute Girl Cured my Depression. [MW] [Fdom] [mast] [reluc] [voy]

Call me Steve. I’m an average-looking, although lean, 26 years year old male.

A few months ago I moved to Sydney after completing my engineering degree and – let’s face facts – after my girlfriend, Jai, dumped me for another guy. Apparently, I was always studying and not being attentive to her needs. Her “needs” often centred on her interests, her friends and, well, shopping. I’m not bitter about her choosing somebody else, in truth, I did make my studies as a priority, but also I did love that girl, and I was depressed as hell for losing her. Moving to Sydney and into a tiny little inner-city flat while I looked for work didn’t help. I did low paying intern work during the day, and at night watched TV and moped.

It was a Tuesday night about 6.00 pm when there came a lazy rapping on my door. I sighed as I was about to do something and didn’t wish to be interrupted. But, as I never got visitors I was curious as to who might be knocking at this hour. Please don’t let it be religious nuts. Read more »

The French Maid (M/F)

She was more than a little nervous when she knocked on his door. She knew what she was getting into – they had discussed it at length – but being there, knowing that it was really about to happen, made her knees weak. And it made her pussy wet.

The door opened, and he showed her in. There was clearly work to be done – dirty floor, laundry strewn about, the sink full of dishes. And there was a French maid costume hanging over the back of the couch.

“Are you ready to get to work?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s a good girl. Go ahead and strip down for me and put on your uniform.”

She did as she was told and stripped completely naked for him. And he watched. Sliding down her panties, she saw how obvious the wet spot was, and hoped he didn’t notice.

The maid costume was very small, the skirt barely covering her ass, her tits struggling to keep from popping out of her top. The black stockings went a couple inches above her knees, and the heels were high enough to make walking a challenge. “Cleaning in this is going to be tricky,” she thought to herself. “But the lack of panties will make it so easy for him to fuck me.” She could feel her wetness dripping down her leg. Read more »

Date Night [NC][OS][VOY]

I write fantasy stories for my wife and read them to her. This is one of them.

**Date night**

The babysitter showed up early as usual. We said our goodbyes to the kids and hopped in the car. You didn’t know where we were going—I kept it as a surprise as normal—but you figured we’d do the regular drinks and dinner and whatnot. Nothing too exciting, you thought, but always good to get out of the house and away from the kids for a bit.

It was nice outside, so the car windows were open as we drove down Cherokee street towards a bar we had been to before. You were wearing a short, navy blue dress with your hair back and glasses on.

The bar was packed, but we found a booth open in the back.

“I have a little something extra planned for tonight,” I told you as we sat down with our beers. You guessed a few things—dinner at the ramen place down the street, a movie—but I didn’t have either of those in mind. Read more »

The Last Day of Camp (STR, MF, interracial)

Camp Black Rock was set to finish the summer without a single incident. No brush fires in the woods, no kids caught with weed, no fights, no food fights, and most importantly, a drama-free summer amongst its mostly twenty-something staff.

The twelve councilors, five men and seven women, had actually managed to bond as a team, rather than fucking each other madly until everyone was fighting over who fucked who.

The Camp Administrator, Fredrick, was more than pleased to have had such a pleasant, hard-working staff, and thus was generously going to reward them for it. Tonight, on the final night of camp, Fredrick was going to buy everyone a keg, and let them throw a full on party in the woods once the kids were confined to their cabins. He even volunteered himself and his wife to monitor the cabins, so that none of them had to work on their final night. Read more »

New Girl [M/F] [First person]

Beep, beep, beep.

My alarm notifies me that I must get up, and go face the office of my new job. I’m nervous for all the normal reasons, but also because my reputation may precede me – my industry is a small one, and people talk. Will my new coworkers know about the circumstances of my resignation from my last job?

Will they know I so fondly called my boss Master, behind closed doors?

I shake off the thought. Though the idea of someone knowing is slightly exhilarating, there’s no time to think about that now, I murmur to myself. I have to focus on getting dressed. The office is casual, and it’s hard to resist the temptation of showing a lot of unnecessary skin… But I decide to be good for now.

“Good girl, L.” The phrase whispered by my old Master whips through my memory. Yes, Master, I’ll be a good girl… For now.

I slip on a business dress for my first day, one that hugs every curve of my slender body. It walks the line between “booty call” and “business” delicately. I decide against my black tights for today, opting to showcase my smooth, bare legs. After slipping on my Mary Jane stiletto heels I head out the door. Read more »

A Very Personal Assistant [MF]

“It’s very nice to meet you, Sir. I’m confident I’m the woman for the job. And I’m glad to say HR thinks so too. Please! Let me take your coat.” She slides the coat off his shoulders, running her hand down his arm slowly before she pulls away. “Since this is my first day, you may need to show me the ropes a little, but you can rest assured I catch on very quickly.” She hangs the coat on a rack in the corner. “I’ve taken the liberty of scheduling your meetings so you can have fifteen minute breaks between them, as well as an hour for lunch.” She puts up a hand. “Before you protest, I think you’ll see that relaxation will boost your productivity. You also have twenty minutes now before your first engagement to gather your materials, make calls, and enjoy some coffee. I have a fresh cup on your desk along with this morning’s Times. So, please relax, and let me know if there is anything else I can do for you—and I mean anything.” Read more »

Straight but want to give blow job to some big

I’m straight, or at least I was. Now for a couple of years I’m wanting to suck some cocks. Weird hi? Well any way it would be a first timer for me. When I start thinking about a hand and mouth full of cocks the head of my cock starts creaming up. The feeling is so over powering with such erotic passion that I want a cock inside me as I caress my anal opening that it to starts creaming up as my mouth is full of hot throbbing cock filling me with white honey

Curiosity killed the sexual tension [fM] [Cunnilingus] [Sex]

To get an idea of what Natalie and Jason may be doing, check out my previous post

John sat on his couch re-reading “In Cold Blood,” and old favorite of his. His wife, Natalie, and son were off shopping together. The two had been acting weird around one another for the last week, so John figured it was good that the two get some bonding time. It was his day off, so he also enjoyed the alone time. It didn’t cross his mind what his wife and son would be shopping for, or why they had been out for so long.

That was until the doorbell rang. He was not expecting guests, and both Natalie and Jason had keys. He looked out the window down to the front steps and saw Maxine, Jason’s close friend. Max was a cute girl who was Jason’s age, and the two had been friends since middle school. John did not understand why Jason had not been pursuing her, but if his own poor judgement of women was any indication, it may be that Jason was picking up some bad habits.
John walked downstairs to the front door, and it struck him that he was only wearing pajamas. He figured that he would tell Max that Jason was out and she would leave. When he opened the door, however, he realized things would not be that simple. Max had obviously been crying. She tried to hide it, but her puffy red eyes gave her away. She looked surprised to see him, and after seeing how he was dressed, her eyes widened. Read more »