Category: sexystories

Schoolgirl [Mf]

Graduation was last week so technically, she wasn't his student anymore.

Aly was kind of banking on that fact to finally sway Mr. Hale into fucking her. If that didn't work, then hopefully her outfit would. There was a dress code for female students — nothing low cut, nothing too short, basically nothing remotely fun — but now that she was five days removed from high school, Aly didn't have to adhere to that bullshit. So she wore a white sundress with only a white lace thong underneath. It was perfect. The material was thin, gauzy and a size too small for her already-slender frame. At five-foot-four, she was quite fit with an impossibly narrow waist that that appeared even tinier in comparison to her almost unnaturally perky D-cup breasts. Read more »

My First Experience [mF] [age] [inc]

When I was very little, I spent a week with my cousin, her being about 24ish at the time, at her apartment. My parents had to go out of the country for something relating to their work, so my cousin offered to watch me while they were gone. I mostly just played with my Lego blocks and read the books I brought with me. It was summer so I didn't have school or classes to worry about. I'd go out with my cousin when she needed to get groceries and whatnot.

I remember she was very kid and very pretty. Whenever I would look at her, her face just emanated calmness. She had a sereneness that made me feel safe and whisks all my worries away. Those eyes of hers would glisten when she smiled at me. She was enchanting.

There was a morning around the middle of my stay there. I had just a shower but forgot to bring a towel with me, so I kind of just covered my crotch and darted into my room. When I got back, my dick was really hard because, well, at that age I got random boners all the time without really understanding what they were. Read more »

Wrote this for a couple of redditors “London Coffee Shop” [MMF] [Hotwife]

Clark scanned the coffee shop expectantly. He hadn’t seen CC in person but would recognize her in a heartbeat. She didn’t seem to be there which just increased his nerves more. As Clark ordered an espresso he mentally kicked himself for not choosing a bar where he could drink some liquid courage. The last few months had been exciting and the idea of being with CC was always on the forefront of his mind but he had never really thought they would meet face to face.

After getting his espresso Clark found a couch in the far corner of the shop. Easily able to see the entrance; he caught himself staring at the door like a child looking at the chimney on Christmas. Slightly embarrassed he took out his phone and began to scroll through his Facebook feed. That of course led to him reading the exchange between CC and himself. What started as an online appreciation of CC’s fine form turned into a lustful online affair. They both got worked up while discussing their sexual past but it was Clark who sent a message admitting that he masturbated after their last chat. CC responded with a picture of her playing with a small black vibrator. That seemed to open the flood gates of picture exchange and dirty messages. Clark downloaded Kik, a messaging app, solely for his playtime with CC. Recently, they had phone sex while CC’s husband was out of town on business. It was the strongest orgasm Clark had since college. He absent mindedly scrolled through the photos CC had sent him: her topless in the mirror, her bent over showing him her pussy, her lying on the bed legs spread in nothing but a garter belt and stockings, standing in heels… Read more »

Snowed In [MF] [Inc] [Mast]

I don’t know what it is about that specific silence, but it never leaves any uncertainty. Maybe it’s a subtle tone in her voice when she does speak. Maybe she chooses her words more carefully to let me in on her thinking. Maybe I’m just picking up on pheromones. Whatever it is, my sister always gets real quiet whenever she’s horny.

We both laid on our backs on her bed in single-person dorm room. I was visiting last weekend when a large snow storm hit, trapping me in town longer than I had planned. She lived in a long un-updated building. Almost every wall and every floor in the building was cold cement or, even colder, tile. Warmth wasn’t present anywhere, other than overbearing heat right next to the ancient radiators in each room. The building was so drafty that any heat didn’t extend more about 6 inches from a radiator. Rather, it almost immediately got sucked out any nearby window.

We shared a bed “almost exclusively” due to the cold. She didn’t have any heavy blankets other than her comforter and there’s no way I would have actually been able to sleep on the floor, even with the large area rug that would keep me off the tile. I say “almost exclusively” because nothing between us was ever quite innocent. Read more »

Unreal Body Part 1 [mF] [voy] [mMast] [sleep]

Miss Anderson was the sexiest, most beautiful woman Jack had ever seen. She was in her late 30s, pale white with wrinkles barely starting to show around her puffy pink lips and her dark brown eyes, yet she still looked as gorgeous as she did when she was Jack's age. Hair of a rich, deep chocolate colour fell in curls down her back and across her chest, which was impressive to say the least. Jack loved enormous titties, often finding shopped pictures of women with completely unrealistic proportions; gigantic perky tits that stretched a few feet outwards and fell down to their navel, if not further, while they still retained an average sized waist, not being at all fat. Jack's fetish for mega tits only existed because he grew up next door to Miss Anderson – her boobs were enormous round melons, each barely smaller than a beach ball, growing nearly a foot out from her chest and barely scraping her belly button. Despite their size they didn't sag, still as perky as the day she sprouted them. Surprisingly she had little to no fat elsewhere, having the body of a athlete under her big titties. Her legs were smooth and shaven, seeming to go on forever until they met her perfect round ass, which was also gigantic. It was larger than even the largest of pornstar butts, and perfectly completed her curvy hourglass figure, although Jack had never seen an hourglass shaped like that before. Quite simply, she was hot as fuck, and poor little 17 year old Jack wanted to put his dick between her tits more than anything. Read more »

Jennie’s Pet [MMF] [Fdom] [Bi]

Watching Jennie get dressed in the morning was one of my greatest pleasures. Whenever I could, I would stay in bed and enjoy the sight of her gorgeous body. After she dried off from the shower, she’d come back into the bedroom and walk around nude while she picked out her clothes for the day. Sometimes she’d even try on different outfits and I could watch her dressing and undressing for longer. Seeing her lovely body moving and slipping in and out of her sexy clothes was incredibly arousing to me.

Jennie hadn’t allowed me to touch her or even touch myself for over two weeks. I wasn’t supposed to be keeping track of the time; Jennie had told me that she would decide when I should cum again, and that I shouldn’t be thinking about when it would happen. But not thinking about it was impossible. For the first several days, I’d been hard all the time and my balls had ached to cum. Now, the effect was much more on my mind than my body. Any time, really all the time, I was easily distracted by the thought of Jennie, her gorgeous body, and my desire for her. Read more »

Kelly’s Out (A story about cuckolding and experimenting, told from multiple vantage points) Part 3 of 3

In an instant, Mark was on her, tearing into Kelly’s stockings and grinding his mouth against the soft skin of her thighs. Kelly gripped his scalp and guided him to her pussy, roughly pushing the thin fabric of her panties to one side so he could taste her. “Ahhhh” she gasped as his stubble scratched the sensitive skin on the inside of her left thigh, and she tried to hold him tight as he sucked on her flesh, marking her with a deep bruise. “Eat me!” she instructed, and Mark didn’t disappoint. He pushed her thighs together and hooked his thumbs into her panties, slipping them down her long legs and over her chunky stilettos. Finally free, Kelly spread her legs again gratefully for Mark, offering herself to him. He buried his face in her pussy and rolled his tongue deep inside her, tasting the deepest parts of her body where even she couldn’t reach. Kelly angled her hips so Mark could have full access to her mound, and he worked her like a professional, sucking her clit with a fearsome aggression. He placed his palms under her thighs and kept her spread wide, although that was hardly necessary. She screamed all of a sudden, as though enraptured by orgasm, which spurred Mark on even more. He was good, certainly, but that as good as that—she tried to bring her orgasm to the surface, to let it take her by force, but it remained far off. Nevertheless, she came for the camera as though Mark were some kind of genius. She shook her body and cried out in loud, arcing moans, hoping that Alex would have to the lower the playback volume or blow the speakers. Mark could hardly believe how skilled he had suddenly become, but he pushed the notion of faking to the back of his mind. Kelly’s pussy tasted too good and her movements and shrieks were making him feel like a master. She ran her fingers into his hair and screamed Mark’s name, finally revealing to Alex the name of this pussy-eating god. Kelly felt the mirage of an orgasm pass over her, but Mark wasn’t nearly skilled enough to bring her to climax in the face of such a performance. All the same, her juices flowed out of her and covered Mark’s greedy mouth. Read more »

Kelly’s Out (A story about cuckolding and experimenting, told from multiple vantage points) Part 2 of 3

Kelly finished getting ready, slipping her tan stockings down her shapely legs and replacing them with the black stockings of her costume, finally snapping the garters into place and stepping into her new shoes. Dressed in Alex’s chosen outfit, she winked for the camera, impressed by how sexy she looked—something about the dim light of evening, the absence of Alex’s encouraging gaze, all of it added to her appeal, and she knew it. She turned to the right, her eyes still on the camera, kicking her left leg up in a pin-up pose, blowing Alex a kiss. Show time.

She slinked back to the bedroom door, touching the handle for a moment before turning. “And so… the performance of a lifetime begins,” Kelly muttered under her breath. She winked toward the camera one last time, a gesture for Alex’s benefit much later on. She knew there was no going back, but she didn’t care. From that moment on, she would give Alex what he always wanted.

Opening the door, she found Mark still standing there, rumbling in place, like a storm gathering strength. Kelly knew she could hold him off only so long. Balancing in her heels, she smiled at Mark, pressing her breasts together as a final tease before he’d unleash upon her. “How do I look?” she asked with false modesty. Read more »

Kelly’s Out (A story about cuckolding and experimenting, told from multiple vantage points) Part 1 of 3

Kelly’s Out

Alex was sitting in the passenger seat, anxious and excited at the same time, fumbling awkwardly as Kelly drove her purple Honda toward Bourbon Street. All the endless planning, the teasing talk, the fantasies—all of it had somehow led to that long drive to the tourist part of town, where the game would finally begin, and it all felt real right then. Tonight it would finally happen.

Of course, Kelly looked incredible in her outfit, which she modeled for him earlier in the afternoon. For months, she had been preparing for this night— all the squats and stretching to tone her body, all to enhance her stamina and flexibility, tightening up and streamlining her already gorgeous figure— and the effect was stunning. She was looking her best, absolutely, and even though Alex had asked for all of this, he couldn’t help but feel jealous and small.

“Look, are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked.

Kelly didn’t take her eyes off the road. “You know I would rather not do this,” she said, with a weariness that reminded him they had gone over this plenty of times before. “But if it’s something you think you can’t do without—“ she paused, changing lanes, and seemed to skip ahead in her thoughts. “I just want to never have to talk about this again.” Read more »

Free the nipple (fantasy #1) [mf]

Fantasy #1:

I arrive at her house. I park my car, and reach across the passenger seat to retrieve my bag. I pop out, quickly cover the few paces to the steps and up to the door. I pull out my phone and text her, “I’m here,” punch the code into the lock, and let myself in. Up the short flight of stairs and on into the kitchen, where she and her tall, athletic body greet me with a warm, albeit brief hug.

She pours me a glass of water and we catch up on the recent goings on in our lives. We gossip: about our friends and their plans now that we’ve all graduated, about boyfriends and girlfriends, about our new roommate assignments.

I pull out the camera out of my bag, and fool around with the settings. I verify that I’ve got the exposure correct, then beginning to analyze the lighting situation in the room. I finish, look up at her and say, “Well, are we gonna do this or what?”

“I suppose,” she replies.

“Shame it’s just the two of us,” I say, “I can’t paint and shoot at the same time” Read more »