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“Explain to me what you want”, Mrs. Done texted me.

“I want to make you mine and fuck you everyday”, I replied.

“So let me get this straight, you want me to divorce my husband and marry you so that I can be your personal blowjob maid for the rest of my life?”, Mrs. Done texted back.

“Yes.”, I texted back.

“This is a very big decision. We would need to discuss these matters in person. Meet me at this location.”, she texted back.

I ventured to the location that Mrs. Done had specified, the time was only 12 in the afternoon. Mrs. Done waited in her car in the parking lot of a coffee shop. She saw me and motioned me to come in the car. Upon getting inside, I saw she was dressed in a blouse and tight skirt.

“Let me get this straight, you want me to divorce my husband and marry you?”, she questioned me.

“Yes, we could finally be free to fuck each other whenever we want without having to be worried about your husband”, I said back.

“I don’t know if divorcing my husband is worth a piece of cock meat…”, Mrs. Done questioned.

How a Weird Girl Cured My Depression [NSFW] [Mast] [M/F] [Fdom

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, things like 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.

The Creampie Girl of My Dreams Cums True [MF][Str8]

The Long Horn Tavern was busy, typical for a Friday night. Texas twang and music drifted to the rafters, spilling onto the back patio. And with all that, I still spotted Jessica with her old high school clique standing at the bar. Jessica Poynter. High school homecoming queen, lead cheerleader, Dallas debutante, the creampie girl I lusted after most of my adolescent years, I hadn’t seen her since graduation night ten years ago. She looked great. I felt like I was back in school. Those long legs stretched up to her mini-skirt. Seriously?

I stood outside the bar and called Jackson.

“What are you doing, man?”

“Just chillin’.”

I could hear him gaming in the background.

“Come out to Long Horn. The Pussy Posse is here”

“The Pussy Posse. I’ll be there in ten.”

I waited outside for my wingman. My plan, cut Jess from the herd and run. After a few minutes, I couldn’t wait any longer and went inside.

Jessica’s face lit up when she saw me causing her friends turn and look. They grinned in approval.

“Hi Jess, ladies,” I said.

“Hi,” she said.

They First Met on the Internet Pt.2 [MF]

She knocked at his door a little hesitantly. The hallway was narrow, dirty and it did not smell that good. Hopefully she had not misjudged James. Karen knocked again and pressed her ear against the door to see if she could ascertain any movement. She heard the patter of feet, shuffling of furniture. She knocked a third time a little louder, she was beginning to feel a little exposed out here, she had her hair in a bun, did not wear any makeup. Her feet were clad with a pair of Timberland boots and she wore a beige, Burberry overcoat that descended to about her knees, it was cinched with only the belt.

They first met on the internet [MF]

Karen was quite nervous as she went over to the window, he would be here soon. James had texted her saying he was walking down her block, would be there in five minutes or so. They had met on a dating site that promised quick hookups and a bunch of other bullshit. She had seen his picture in the “local men” section and had contacted him right away. She liked his brown hair that he combed back to create a left-to-right wave of chestnut just above his forehead. James had nice shoulders too, he was thin enough that she could see his collar bone and the drop off that marks the progression of chest muscle into rotator cuff. He had lovely pecs with cute little nipples. His six pack was punctuated by a “V” that led her gaze straight to his crotch. She had not wanted to actually see his cock before he arrived because penises never look that good on a cellphone camera. Karen had sent him a picture of herself just after a jog, her chest sweaty, her large, breasts held in by a pink sports bra that offered no hope of cleavage. She was wearing matching yoga pants but she did not reveal her ass at all in the photo. She had wanted to leave something to the imagination, so that what she was about to do would shock him all the more.

Daphne’s Bed [M/F]

Daphne’s heart raced as she looked at Paul across the bed. There were both topless, though Daphne was still wearing a bra, their pants, their socks, and shirts lying on the floor of her room on the second floor of her house. Her and Paul had known each other since grade one, had been in many of the same classes since then, but only started dating earlier this year at the beginning of grade twelve and they had just graduated high school, neither of them had yet had sex.

She went to remove her bra and Paul slid over to lend a helping hand. He was wearing a pair of plaid boxers, the kind that had no button over the opening that allowed one to piss. So, when he did slide over, his fiercely erect penis popped its head out to say hi. Daphne’s mouth gaped when she saw his penis because it was much bigger than any of the pictures her and her friend Courtney had looked at when she had learned about Daphne’s invitation for Paul to come over. He froze in that expository position for a moment, just looking at Daphne, hoping that she would not be put off, hoping that she would suck it. “How about we take off our own underwear?” she too wanted to experience his penis, she really liked Paul. They had been going out to parties, concerts, and even the odd dinner or coffee date and she felt she and him had a connection. Something that made her brazen enough to say such a thing the first time she had ever seen a penis in person.

Jenny’s A$$ [mf]

When I was in highschool I had the fortune of many hot pubescent girls around me, all the time. One in particular was a nerdgirl named Jenny. I remember once, in gym class, she was in these magnificent bootyshorts (she had a great queenly donk, the ass of one’s dreams) and she bent low to pull the gym-bleachers from their retracted state (she was chosen to do this because of her nice butt); she heaved and grunted, little beads of sweat on her forhead, her muscles tensing, her booty-fat trembling.

You cannot imagine the extent to which I wanted to just lunge at her backside, to bite it, to yank her shorts down and knead it like dough, to shove my middle finger deep in her asshole and make her squeal.

There is no “you,” there is no “me,” there is only Jenny’s ass.

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A Chance pt. 4 [ff]

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Another casualty of breaking up with Tim was the ride he always gave Kimmy to the Wednesday night youth group meeting at their church, Sovereign Grace Fellowship. Worse was riding along with her mother while realizing she could still detect Lizette’s scent on her fingers. Guilt she could live with. Punishment she could endure. But the compulsion to constantly draw in her friend’s tantalizing scent was proving irresistible.

The tight jeans Kimmy wore made her continually aware of her unsatisfied arousal. She rubbed her nose again with a sigh, then clasped her hands in her lap. Her mother still hadn’t said anything since picking her after school. Before Kimmy could stop herself, her scented fingers brushed against her nose again.

“Are you getting a cold?” Mom asked at last.

“No,” Kimmy said as she forced her hand back into her lap. “Why?”

“You keep wiping your nose.”

“Allergies, probably. Had to run extra again today.”

Her mother’s thoughtful hum made Kimmy nervous. While her father’s overt judgment was hard to take, in some ways her mother’s quiet observations and infrequent comments were worse. She could wield compassion like a scalpel and disappointment like a sword. Manipulation was her masterful art and she could have Kimmy confessing with a look.

Daphne and Paul [mf]

Daphne’s heart raced as she looked at Paul across the bed. They were both topless, though Daphne was still wearing a bra, their pants, their socks, and shirts lay on the floor of her room on the second floor of her house. She and Paul had known each other since grade one, had been in many of the same classes since then, but only started dating earlier this year at the beginning of grade twelve and they had just graduated high school, neither of them had yet had sex. She went to remove her bra and Paul slid over to lend a helping hand. He was wearing a pair of plaid boxers, the kind that had no button over the opening that allowed one to piss. So, when he did slide over, his fiercely erect penis popped its head out to say hi. Daphne’s mouth gaped when she saw his this because it was much bigger than any of the pictures her and her friend Courtney had looked at when she had learned about Daphne’s invitation for Paul to come over. He froze in that expository position for a moment, just looking at Daphne, hoping that she would not be put off, hoping that she would suck it. “How about we take off our own underwear?” she too wanted to experience his penis, she really liked Paul. They had been going out to parties, concerts, and even the odd dinner or coffee date and she felt she and him had a connection. Something that made her brazen enough to say such a thing the first time she had ever seen a penis in person. “Works for me” he said sliding his boxers off quickly, wanting to see her breasts for as long as possible lest she turn off the lights. They were, like Paul’s penis, large. He had once had her completely topless in his basement, but then his mom and dad had come home from a date, and he and Daphne had to quickly redress and restart the movie they had paused all in the few seconds before his mom came down a little wine drunk “just to check up on you guys” and his dad came down, forced an incognito high five from him, and led his giggling mother upstairs, his hand’s descent being matched by their ascent to the bedroom. “Wow” was all he could say, wide-eyed once the bra had joined its vestment compatriots on their wooden landscape. “Come here, Paul” she said. He moved a little forward, self-conscious of how brutally erect he was, noticing how her nipples stood to as well. Daphne still wore underwear. She slid towards Paul and kissed him hard on the mouth. She pulled at his lips, slid down and gave him a hickie. Then, she stopped at his heart and kissed him there too, she wanted to see if his heart was beating quickly too, it was. So she grabbed his penis and started stroking. Paul looked her in the eyes and she could tell how much he enjoyed this, could feel his dick beating the heart’s rhythm. He started sucking on her breasts, making loud slurping sounds, making her moan. She thought she heard a creaking sound outside of her door, and quickly pushed Paul away. “Did you hear that” she whispered into his ear. “No, what did you hear?” “I thought I heard something in the hall” as she said this she looked at the clock, it was past one a.m. There was no way one of her parents or little brother was awake at this time of night, but still. “I’m sure it was nothing Daph, no need to worry” Paul was acutely aware that he could be ushered out of her room at any moment, so he attempted to reassure her. “Yeah, I’m sure you’re right. Let’s just…” and with that she kissed him and pushed him into a supine position. She removed her panties and put them in Paul’s mouth saying “Tit for tat” which excited him a lot. She then proceeded to rub her pantie-less crotch along his body, eventually coming down to penis and sliding rhythmically along its length, up down, up down. Then she stopped, and told Paul to close his eyes. At first, Daphne wasn’t sure. She really wanted to suck it, but it frightened her a bit. But she also saw its appeal, knew she could elicit from it a physical thing that would sum up her feelings her Paul. She could make him feel great, could show him what her love for him was, to go along with the dates, the parties, and the concerts. She gently kissed the head and heard him emit a little moan. She placed a hand on his abdomen and then went a little further than a kiss. When she had about half of him inside her, she sprang forth her tongue so that it, too, might explore the bridge that had just formed between Daphne, and Paul. It probed the surfaces of his penis, hugged the veins, like the cars that hug the treacherous mountain roads of South America. This was amazing for Daphne as she bobbed her head up and down. Her mouth was watering and she could taste his love a little bit now and kept sucking, inviting more and more of him in. Showing him how far he could go. She felt him answer when he placed a hang on her shoulder. She looked up, letting the penis stand there erect looking self-consciously nude in the middle of them. “What’s the matter” she asked innocently. This was the most exposed she had ever felt with someone and could not put up any sort of façade to hide it. “Nothing, this is amazing, fucking amazing. Just, maybe we can make out for a sec, wanna be able to go for a little longer, if you know what I mean”. “Oh,” she said blushing “sure.” She felt a little proud. He slid down next to her, so that they lay on their sides looking into each-others’ eyes. Because Daphne was shorter, Paul penis, which was still harder than steel, protruded into the space where her legs met just above the knee. It was warm and soft and Paul liked that. Daphne put Paul hand on her breast and started kissing him. She was hoping he would finger her, given the position and all. Instead he started slowly pushing his penis forward, and then pulling it back. She could tell so she moved his hand to her clitoris for him. She had brown pubic hair, somewhat darker than the hair on her hair, and searched a little till he found what he was looking for. He started tapping on it as if attempting to reach his brother last seen in the battle for Vimy Ridge by telegraph. She couldn’t help but giggle a bit at the fact that he knew what a clitoris was, but had no idea how to use it to please her. “Why are you giggling?” He pulled back in horror. Did he just fuck up? He always skipped that part in porn videos because it was pretty boring. “Never mind, just follow my lead.” And with that she took his finger and started pressing down while at the same time rotating his finger. “Do it like that”, and she cupped his balls to punctuate the necessity of it. He was timid at first, just following the set pattern and not letting his other men roam the jungle. Eventually he became surer of himself and slid two fingers into her vagina. She squeezed his balls quite tightly, then let go completely, and lay supine rather than on her side. “Keep going” she murmured, this was much better than she had thought too. She had masturbated for a few years, on and off. But then was something wonderful about someone else doing that same act for you, like their skin is electrically charged with pleasure-inducing electrons and her pelvic region is the anode receiving from his cathodic fingers. Then he stopped and begged her to indulge him in a little fantasy for a moment, a request to which she shot a nervous glance. “Nothing like that. Like obviously I still want to, but like later, for this I just need your boobs.” “Is it gonna hurt?” “No, no. I would never hurt you, babe. It’s just this, uh, cool thing I saw in a random video”. She waved a hand of permission and he proceeded to straddle her chest. Paul pressed her breasts together over his penis and began sliding up and down her torso. It was a little awkward for both, because of all that skin rubbing together. She slid her pillows underneath her back, and this was enough leverage for Paul to begin anew. He pumped for a while until he realized her fucked up. Daphne felt him cum a huge load all over the inside of her breasts, some of it reaching as high as her chin. “Oh my God” she thought “he just fucking jizzed all over me”. She quickly took Paul’s penis in her mouth and sucked him dry, then scooped up some of the issue and let it cascade through her now-sticky fingers. It was very viscous and had a smell that hit her high up in the nostril. She wiped her hand along her breasts, collecting as much as possible and looked at Paul who was hanging his head in unison with his flaccid dick, mourning its former turgidity. “It’s ok. If you kiss me, I’ll grab the condom I have in my drawer. “Really?” she nodded and he leaned in. Daphne quickly transferred the cum into her mouth, loving the taste. Paul saw and tried to back away, she just laughed and swallowed, letting the sperm coat her throat. He let out a released laugh and fell into bed next to her, all the while admiring his impressive girlfriend. He had regained his erection and she threw a hand onto it, to begin anew all the while searching her bed-side table for the condom. Once found, she gave it to Paul and started sucking his dick, he opened it and said she should put it on with her mouth. So, she balanced the condom over the head and kissed the tip again, this time feeling the rubber. She then let her teeth run lightly over his shaft, unfolding the protective shield all the way, marvelling at the feeling of his penis at the very back of her throat, her tongue, greeting his balls. She held there for a moment and slowly slid back. She looked up at Paul and they could feel the excitement in the room. She crouched over his dick, then took it in her hands, like helping a blind friend find a seat. Once he pushed inside of her, Daphne collapsed onto his chest. Paul grabbed her hips and she placed a hand on either side of his chest and sat on his dick. She was never able to talk him fully inside of her, but he played with her clitoris the whole time, making her body shudder with the pleasure. When Paul could tell he was nearing completion once more, he flipped her into missionary position and just looked at her. He brushed her hair out of her eyes and kissed her softly. He started moving in and out of her again, trying to see how much of his penis he could fit inside her. He placed his hand at the place on her stomach where he thought he reached with his dick and tried to see how far up he could get. He put a finger from his other hand in her mouth, one of the ones he used to finger her. She licked it, tasted it. He kept pumping and managed to get a few millimetres from her belly button with his line of demarcation before she placed a hand on his lower abdomen offering a little resistance, telling him that was far enough. Daphne could feel it coming, every pump got a little more forceful, every grunt a little more triumphant. Until eventually he left his dick inside her all the way and kept pressing forwards, it was ecstasy for both and they collapsed in on each other like two stars, inextricably linked for a long time afterwards. She stroked his hair, as he lay on her breasts. He licked her nipple a little bit and they were very happy.

An experience with a girl and her boyfriend (FFM)

When I was 17 my parents moved to a new town. Like most teenagers I was worried about fitting in and making friends. I was so grateful when Louise contacted me on Facebook. She was friends with another friend of mine from my old town and he told her that I’d be moving up and she should look after me.

She had all the same likes and interests as me which made things even better, we just clicked. She asked me to go for lunch with her on the first day we moved and I excitedly accepted her invitation, desperate to make friends.

When we met up outside the restaurant and I was really nervous, I think I’m generally awkward in social situations but she smiled and gave me a big hug and everything felt comfortable after that. I was surprised by how beautiful she was in real life. Pictures on the Internet can always tell a lie but hers spoke the truth. She was the perfect hourglass with great big tits and round ass, she had short brown hair and lovely full lips.