We took a cab to the pub a half hour early. I asked Kat about being “fashionably late,” but she explained that it was only a good idea to do that if you don’t like the guy very much. And I had to admit, I liked Chris. He was a good person, and might be my ticket back to my own life if his “contacts” panned out.
“Quit messing with your dress,” Kat warned me as we walked down the steps to the entrance.
“I can’t help it, it feels like it’s gonna ride up every step I take.”
“Jesus, you’d think you never wore a tight skirt before! Your ass will hold it down. Look, there’s Diana. Let’s go.”
I had to admit, the way my dress clung to my hips made it seem unlikely that it would hike up too far. It was a backless number in an almost-burgundy red color, with just enough of a gap in the front to show off some cleavage. It was somewhere between “classy” and “slutty”, and I could feel people staring.
Katlyn wasn’t much better, clad in a strapless blue dress. Her skirt was a little longer than mine, because according to her “The main attraction gets to show more leg”. She’d even switched to flats after it had become obvious I would never be able to walk in heels. To be honest, Kat was already the best wingman I’d ever had, and my date wasn’t even there yet.
Diana had claimed a corner booth for us through some sort of Amazonian magic, possibly owing to the fact that her biceps were nicer than the bouncer’s. Cindy joined us soon after, all smiles and excitement, and Katlyn made the necessary introductions.
“Now listen,” she said, staring at us seriously. “Shawna is new to hetero dating. Our goal tonight is to evaluate the Viking and determine whether he deserves to be her first boyfriend. It’s a sacred duty. He’s bringing friends, and if we ladies have to jump on an uggo grenade to get the job done, I expect each of you to step up. I ask nothing of you that I would not do myself.”
Diana smirked, nodding toward the door. “I don’t expect that to be much of a problem,” she said.
Chris had just walked in, flanked by three other men. As much as I hated to give in to my new body’s ideals, I had to admit: they were gorgeous. Clean-shaved, chiseled chins, nice hair, and varying degrees of buff. Shawn Milner would have fit in nicely with this crowd. Maybe after this was all over I’d have to look these guys up.
Chris scanned the room, squinting while his eyes adjusted to the darkened room. His gaze finally fell on me, and a smile spread across his whole face.
I waved hello and he led his friends over. “Shawna,” he said, still smiling. “Ladies. This is Adam, Jake, and Ben.”
Katlyn took over and made the necessary introductions, scooting Diana and Cindy to the edge of the booth. It was a half-circle, and her move had placed me in the center, with Chris on my left. Adding his friends to the bench left us just enough room to maybe slide a menu between our thighs if we’d wanted to.
I found I didn’t particularly want to. One waitress and drink order later, and we were chatting amiably, although mostly about Chris and his life, thanks to Katlyn’s rather pointed questions.
We learned a lot in a very short time. Chris was about the same age I was, and he worked in communications at a large downtown business. He had a degree, no pets, and liked to unwind by running long distances or playing team-based video games. He had no allergies, and felt that the question of whether he wanted a family was one he should discuss with his partner before answering.
“Kat,” I said, cutting her off before she could get too personal, “maybe someone else should say something, too. Like you, for instance. What do you do, anyway?”
Kat grinned. “Journalism, if you can believe it.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah. That’s pretty believable.”
Category: sexystories
The One Who Got Away, Pt. 1.5 [mf]
Sorry to split the stories in half, but together, it exceeded the character limitation. Thanks for reading!
Dan now alone lived in small apartment in a big city. He had graduated and moved out of the tranquil of New England and into a more bustling environment. He had a good job, he had met some new friends and kept up with old friends. He was relatively happy, in the way that most recent grads are. It wasn’t the same happiness that he had in college, where the most pressing decision is whether to play the latest video game or read the Odyssey, and where the reality of how America works in the twenty-first century only crept sinisterly in the background of booze-fueled partying and a series of inconsequential misadventures. The fact that a college degree was less relevant to having a good life made little dent in the bubble of sex and alcohol and drugs. No, the happiness was rather a realization that the best times were in the past, but good times still remained.
The One Who Got Away, Pt. 1 [mf]
This is largely just an introduction, told from the perspective of a typical high school/college kid. Naturally, there's less sex in this part. Other chapters, I promise, will have much more satisfactory material. Comments and suggestions are always welcome.
It wasn’t meant to last, right? Do such things really ever last? He placed his classmates into two categories. There were those, like himself, who found a love, or, more accurately, an infatuation early — coinciding neatly with that period in life in which one sheds their innocence of sex. And then there were what he now called the realists, who outwardly showed no signs of romance, but eagerly embraced the pleasures that came with high school. He supposed there was possibly a third group, the unlucky. But given all the heartache their more “lucky” classmates experienced, he didn’t know if that was the right term. Late bloomers, might be more precise.
That time you slipped [Str8] (I’m a /r/sexystories virgin…try to be gentle!)
I have no idea if this is the proper forum for this and have only shared my stories in one other subreddit who removed my post because it was the improper forum (although it was very well received before it was taken down). So hopefully I'm doing it right this time and, more importantly, I hope you like it!
You wearily look out across the sea of people, smiling and laughing. Yep, gonna need another drink, you think to yourself. Wedding receptions are the worst, and everyone knows it, yet married people always insist on having them for some reason. Sure, it’s your brother getting married. But that doesn’t make it any less dreadful. Maybe if I slip and fall, I can get out of here sooner, you inwardly opine. It’d at least make the evening more interesting.
Daddy’s Little Princess Grows Up – Part 2 [Mf, inc, oral]
As soon as I told my daddy that I was sure about what we were about to do, he pulled me down and started to kiss me again. It didn’t even take a little warm up, our kiss started off just as hot as our last one left off. I was straddling his waist, my young, wet pussy pressed up against his cock; I couldn’t help but move on him. He was so hard and felt amazing rubbing up and down my bikini clad folds. His hands were rubbing up and down my back, before I knew what was happening; he pulled the string that tied my top together. It loosened instantly, only hanging from my neck. His hands moved to the front of my body and gently became full of my plump breasts. My nipples instantly beaded up under his hands as they gently squeezed and massaged my perky globes.
Daddy’s Little Princess Grows Up – Part 1 [Mf, inc]
It was the day after I finished high school when my life changed dramatically. I don’t mean the whole “Welcome to the real world” crap either. I’m going to share this naughty secret with you, but first, here is a little background…When I was younger, my mom used to travel a lot for work. My graduation was no different. She had made it home to see it, but was gone the next day for two weeks. Needless to say I spent most of my youth with my dad at home. He was great, the best dad a girl could ask for. I’ve always been my daddy’s little princess so, I was, and still am, a little spoiled. All my friends loved him. They all had crushes on him and I knew why. He was a ruggedly handsome older man. He had laugh lines on his eyes adding character to his face, a touch of grey in his hair and a little facial hair. He didn’t keep it long, but more of scruffy, shadowy look. It was HOT!! I think it make him look younger and added a little bit of a bad boy look to him. He dressed in most of the newer fashions and OMG he always smelled AMAZING!!!! My friends would always stay the night at my house on the weekends. They talked a lot about what he looked like naked and were always joking about fucking him. They were all to chicken to try, so I usually silenced all their stupid talking. I mean, he is my dad after all, what was I supposed to say? “Yeah, he’s hot, I’d fuck him.”…They would have thought I was crazy!
Coaxed? Coerced? Compelled. [M/F, BDSM, forced orgasm]
Today hasn't been simple.
Walking down the third floor hall your heels click the hardwood floors.
Three? Really? Who demands three like that! He didn't even ask nicely! Pssssssh! Orgasms were supposed to be fun. And the first one certainly was. And the second was a delicious struggle. But the third. Chills roll through you. That was metaphysically out of you screaming. Literally, screaming. It felt great and terrible at the same time.
"Don't forget, we have some shopping to do in an hour." You hear that now familiar radio-esk voice call from the second floor.
Sven. That’s all you really knew him as besides Sir. And you almost exclusively used Sir at this point. 6’1 and around 190lbs his sandy blonde hair and crisp blue eyes made it hard to determine his age. But the best part? He was well endowed. Eight inches and so thick there was that heavy thuwmp you felt when he smacked himself against your face. Shaking your head you try to focus.
Pregnant Anal Sex [MF preg anal]
In the shower, the hot water running along you erect nipples jutting from your swollen f cup breasts, your 9 months with twins belly a globe of beauty on your body. Washing yourself, you body is sensitive to even the lightest touch, your enlarged curves making you undeniably horny as you lather yourself up enjoying the sensual feeling of the soap sliding along your glowing skin. The need to have pleasure can't be denied as you sit on the shower floor, hot water streaming across your body, your humongous belly pushing your leaking breasts into your face. You reach down and play with your clit, moaning at your touch imagining my thick cock, the cock that got you pregnant pounding into you, you cry out in pleasure as the first wave of orgasm hits and your neck and back arch back and your belly pushes out further. Milk sprays out from your engorged tits and quickly runs down the drain as the orgasm subsides leaving you feeling heavy and breathless, you struggle for a few minutes heaving your belly as you stand up slowly and finish your shower. You can feel your pussy staying wet even after you dry yourself, and you know that the only way to satisfy your slutty thirst for cock is to wake me up from my slumber. You waddle slowly into the bedroom, the early morning light peeking through the curtains. You see that I'm still deep asleep, and you pull the covers back slowly and gently, you moan as my half erect cock comes into view and you grab it and start stroking, you look up as I shift but keep sleeping, my thick cock in your hands starts to grow and you admire the feeling of me getting bigger, thicker and harder. You put my cock in your mouth and start sucking slowly, enjoying the taste and texture of my erect dick in your mouth. I shudder as I snap awake, but smile as I see you fully immersed in giving me pleasure, I lie back and moan your name as you suck and lick me. After a time you stop, and I move to cuddle you but you stop me, you need to be satisfied and hard you demand. You grab a bottle of lube from a draw and coat my cock in the slippery substance. You stand up slowly and bend over, your belly pulling down stretching it out making you look even bigger. Fuck me in the ass, you exclaim, or you don't get to feel my belly. I stand up, my cock coated in lube as I spread your thick luscious butt cheeks apart and see your tight puckered hole ready to accept me. I push my tip into it and you moan my name loudly. I let the lube help me slide my thick shaft in as I feel your body stiffen and you clench around my cock. I moan loudly from the tightness of your hole as I push in the whole 7 inches. I start thrusting slowly, the lube allowing the easy movement in and out. I grab your hips and thrust in hard, making you cry out in pleasure and pain. I snake one hand around underneath your belly and start fingering your cunt. You feel your orgasm build from the double penetration. You scream loudly as milk shoots from your breasts onto the floor, your belly bounces wildly and you clench tight around my cock as you coat my hand in your cunt juices. I grunt as you feel my orgasm build before I let loose a torrent of hot jizz inside you. I pull out slowly and carefully, my cock still covered in lube and some cum leaks from your hole. You lie down in bed as I lie down next you and rub your large belly and breasts. Now we both need a shower I whisper as I suck your nipples, you sigh as you feel yourself get wet again…..
Mini Pregnant Sex story [MF preg]
A little something I wrote for a special lady I don't talk to anymore.
I'd Love to shove my cock in your wet pussy, fuck you slowly and intimately while I fondle your breasts until the head of my dick swells and gushes thick ropey strands of cum all through you. I'd lay with you as often as I could filing you with loads upon loads of cum until you fall pregnant and your belly starts swelling. Then the real fun begins, even just looking at your blossoming belly would make me want to rip your clothes off and dump another load into you. The sex we have would only get better the longer along you got, we'd be lying on the couch you to big to move, me massaging your belly and I'd brush your swollen and heavy breasts, you'd breath in suddenly from the touch and your tits spray milk all over us. I kiss you gently as I pull your panties down and insert my cock into your waiting and eager pussy, being careful not to put pressure on your giant belly, you feel the unborn child move around you giggle then moan as I squeeze your tits together and drink hungrily from your breasts as I slam my cock in and out softly. We both moan hungrily as the baby kicks and you cum and I blow a tremendous load in your hot pussy.
Asian MILF: The Cookout [Str8, mFFF, cuck, oral]
"How the fuck am I going to do this", I thought to myself as walked around the perimeter of the fence.
Mrs. Done texted me to come to a business cookout that she was forced to attend with her husband. I looked over the backyard fence to see a lot of people there for the barbecue and Mrs. Done standing near the grill. She was wearing blue skinny jeans and a tight grey shirt. Her bra and panty line were also clear as day underneath her clothes. How no other man was pitching a tent, was beyond my comprehension. Mrs. Done spotted me and signaled for me to come over the a secluded area in the backyard. I walked around the back and bent down to see through a hole in the fence.
"I'm glad that you made it", Mrs. Done told me.
"Yeah, I'm here, but how are we going to do this", I asked her.
"I don't know. Let's just leave this to timing", Mrs. Done whispered through the hole.
Mrs. Done left to grab a plate of food and walked back to the hole.
"I could really go for something on this hot dog", Mrs. Done slyly said.