So long story short, we have thought about it for a while and he is reluctant but excited. I am just simply excited lol. I want to cuck him with another woman or another couple. I have so many ideas but would love to collaborate! DMs are appreciated!💕
Category: sexystories
Fucked by a Big Busty Woman on our Second Date [MF] [Femdom] [NC]
The gnocchi was almost ready and so was I. A check in the mirror (no unsightly splatters or marks) and a smell check of the ‘pits (faint vanilla just detectable through the mushrooms and pesto wafting from the kitchen) and I opened the door.
Amy stood tall, a voluptuous brunette wearing a revealing red dress and a knowing smile. I gestured her in and told her to make herself at home. This was my second time seeing her, and her first seeing my apartment. She walked straight to the living room, saw the wine bottle and glasses and poured herself one.
‘Rude.’ I said with a smile.
‘Mixed signals eh? Going for a repeat of last time?’
‘I er… don’t know what you’re talking about.’ After an evening the previous week of light flirting and hand touching, I had failed to go in for the kiss. She was a bit put out and had straight up told me to kiss her as we were hugging goodbye. Provided I was comfortable with that. Which I was, of course. Some innuendo-laced texts later and I suggested another date, either the cinema or dinner at mine, and she chose the obvious option.
Her Big Sister [MF] [Fat-Shaming Fetish] [Dirty Talk] [Degradation]
**DISCLAIMER:** This story features language and a fetishization that will not be for everyone, and honestly might not be for anyone. But the idea popped into my head and I wanted to explore it. I wanted to get it out upfront that this story features a fat-shaming fetish. That is, two people getting off on the weight gain of someone else. That person is not present for this, but the dirty talk does get extreme and pretty perverted. If you’re curious or this interests you, feel free to give it a read. But I didn’t want to have people that might be offended by it stumble into it without warning. Thanks.
**HER BIG SISTER**
“Whoa, is that Megan?”
Taylor followed her boyfriend’s finger toward the photo pulled up onto his tablet. A sinking feeling of dread and trepidation accompanied her, arriving in full force when her eyes landed on the image of her sister in a form-fitting red top and a pair of black tights. Jim’s eyes were locked on the same image, his mouth open in astonishment. It was a look Taylor knew all too well and had hated all her life.
Lana’s Lust Pt. 1 [Gangbang][Older/Younger][Older Men][Younger Woman]
***ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+***
“Ah-Augh!” A feminine voice cries out, moaning loudly over a rhythmic clapping. Her eyebrows knit together as waves of pleasure flows from her sore muscles and throbbing pussy, overlapping the pain of sore muscles all over her body. Surrounding her are four older gentlemen resurrecting her sex life, something that died years ago. She thanks her sultry saviors with submission, offering them her body and its holes, allowing them to do as they wish. Of course, they do so, selfishly yanking and pulling her body in various directions. “Ungh!” She cries as the man ravishing her pussy pulls her head back, making a fist out of her long jet black mane. Meanwhile, his other hand smacks her ass, leaving a large red imprint on her small hip. “Faughck! You’re so rough- Gugh!” The tiny fair-skinned minx complains, a girthy cock interrupting her comment by introducing itself to her mouth.
“Ah, much better. You young sluts always talk too much, don’t they boys?” The owner of the cock shoving itself down the woman’s throat states, slowly thrusting his hips forward in an attempt to fit another inch. His hands cup the minx’s face, thumbs spreading her soft fluffy cheeks as fingers dig into her scalp. They hold her head in place, keeping it still as his cock becomes accommodated with her mouth.
Rainy NYC night [M/F Exhibitionism)
This is a true story that has been written as a fictional work.
Rainy Night In the City
Water dripped onto the elevator floor. There was no helping it. Both of them were soaked completely through. All that could be done, was to head to the hotel room and change out of their wet clothes. It was early March, the weather had been warming up, and they had decided to break the winter blues with a trip to the city for a weekend. Neither one said it out loud, but both would be glad if it was snowing outside instead of the freezing rain that had been falling all day.
They tried to make the most of it. Sightseeing, walking around, a little shopping and a nice dinner. The rain, however, was putting a damper on their plans, and souring the trip a bit. An attempt to purchase an umbrella from a street vendor, resulted in the cheap, quickly broken umbrella in a trash can, and his wallet $20 lighter. A bar they found gave them refuge for a bit, but after 11pm it started to become overcrowded, and they decided to head back to the hotel. No cabs could be found, so they had to hoof it for a few blocks.
True story: Wanking with stationery in the office
A job I had a few years ago involved manning (womanning?) a reception desk, and quite often there would be
nothing to do for hours at a time. I had various ways of keeping myself entertained while still looking like I was
working, but on this particular afternoon I was chatting online to a guy I’d been flirting with for
ages. As usual, our conversation took a sexual bent… he was very effective at wielding words. I love a bit of cyber
when it has you virtually sinking your teeth into your desk with the urge to act out what’s being described. Never
underestimate the power of words.
Reception was surrounded by partitioned desks, but set forward so it would be the first thing a visitor
would encounter. It was a quiet afternoon and a few people were out of the office. I was pulsating with horn. As
he talked dirty to me I tried to work out how I could stimulate myself in a subtle way at my very exposed desk
and get away with it. I tried hitching up my skirt and running my fingertips over the gusset of my tights, which
felt really good. The problem was there was no modesty screen in front of the desk so anyone who suddenly
appeared would immediately see what I was doing. I pushed a fat marker pen into my knickers and worked it
into my slippery cunt, writhed on it for a while, to the delight of the chat guy. That felt incredibly naughty – I
even had to take a call while it was inside me. But it didn’t give me the clit stimulation I craved.
“You’ve never fucked a student before?” [Str8] [Mf] [Teen] [18] [Schoolgirl] [Teacher/Student] [Age gap] [Risky sex] [Creampie]
**This story is for ADULTS ONLY. Please do not read on if you are not 18 or older. All characters in this story are 18 or older.**
# “You’ve never fucked a student before?”
>A teacher succumbs to the advances of his hot, eighteen year old student.
*By Asher Saturn* | Word Count: 3964
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I was finally on track to the life I had been dreaming of. After several bad decisions and a few years of wasted time, I moved away from the bustling city and settled down in a quiet little village out in the countryside. And that’s where this story takes place.
I had only been teaching at the school for a few months but already I felt like I had developed an excellent rapport with my students and colleagues alike. I offered a friendly ear for my fellow teachers to rant to and let them get anything off their chest and I offered a clean slate to my students who had been having troubles with their previous teacher. In a few short months, I could already see a massive improvement in many pupils who had previously been well behind.
Infernal Passions Part 3 [FFM] [STR8] [Bi] [fantasy] [nc] [oral] [Mdom] [preg]
Becky was relieved to have finally received a text back from her friend Maria. She had been worried about her friend for some time now. Warning her over and over again that playing around with magic and the occult weren’t things a good Christian girl was supposed to do. She tried to warn her friend, but it was frustrating that she didn’t want to listen. Becky kept Maria in her prayers, but when she disappeared she began to really fear for her friend’s soul. She wasn’t at class, and she wasn’t returning texts. Her prayer became more desperate, willing to give anything just to know that her friend was all right. That’s why when Maria asked her to meet at the campus library she didn’t hesitate.
Packing a bag with her notes from classes Maria missed Becky rushed over to find her friend. The library was rather large and had several small, secluded, soundproof rooms. These rooms could be checked out for hours at a time and allow for students to meet up and be as loud as they wanted when studying. Maria’s text had said she had reserved one towards the back for several hours. When Becky arrived she found it was out of the path of normal foot traffic. Hardly anyone was around as she approached the room, and those that were paid no attention to her.
They were there from the beginning (M+/F, conditioning, objectification)
They were there from the beginning, the sinister men, the mean ones, the gentle daddies, always with her. They pushed and prodded her, fed her appetites and introduced her to the most twisted and delicious of foods. They taught her to cry, to savor, to need, to crave. And they only did it with words, twisting up her stomach as well as her thoughts, making her confuse sensations and emotions, lost in herself, trapped in her mind, all in front of the computer screen.
But, like any good junkie, dressing up, playing on webcam, stripping, exposing her soul, sharing her mind, demeaning herself, degrading herself, the fix was never enough. She couldn’t become less, there was always a spark, a light, that fought to stay aflame, words always buzzing in her mind. The cacophony, the symphony, it was too much and she simply needed MORE.
So, she began to seek those selfsame men in the flesh, no longer pretending they would do those things to her. She needed them to be done, riding the rickety roller-coaster to higher highs. The fact that the coaster was barely held together, ready to fall apart and come crashing down, that simply didn’t matter.
Parent Teacher Conferences (Part 2)
Mrs. Wilson stared at the thick monster cock in her left hand, her wedding ring shining like a beacon of her infidelity that she chose to ignore. Even if she wanted to stop now, she wouldn’t have been able to. Something deep inside her, some primal force that had been caged up ever since her marriage, had finally been let loose. She wasn’t in control.
Mr. Davis smiled down at her sadistically as he grabbed the back of her head. Every day he had to endure Mrs. Wilson’s step-daughter Melissa and her friends dressing up like little teenage sluts to his class. Every day he had to try to not look at them as they flaunted their tight young bodies, showing off their cleavage, their asses, their bare midriffs, struggling to ignore their suggestive comments to him. Most years he could brush these things off. But not this year. Melissa was truly special, he knew that now. Mrs. Wilson had no idea that the whole “plagiarism” bit was her step-daughter’s idea in the first place…
“Open wide,” he told Mrs. Wilson.