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[Fm] How I Lost My Virginity to My Stepmom (Part 1)

I’ve always respected my stepmother. I’ve loved her just like any normal son would, and I still do.

I never knew my real mom since she passed away in an unfortunate accident when I still a baby. By the time I was thirteen, my father had already re-married.

Years later, after she joined the family, I was passing through the hallway at my house, and when I looked to my right, I accidentally saw my mom in her room changing, her gloriously massive boobs hanging out; it was the first time I ever saw breasts in real life. These things were at least double D’s.

It was only for a second, but that one second was enough for me to develop a sexual attraction towards my mom that I still have to this day.

Ever since that day, I’ve been fantasizing about having sex with my mom; searching for her used panties or bras in the dirty laundry and sniffing them while masturbating.

My mom is thirty-nine years old. She has amazing boobs, a fantastic ass, thick thighs, black silky hair, dark hazel eyes, and she’s overall a beauty; a true MILF. I can see why my dad fell for her. Read more »

Deus ex Machina [MF]

This happened 7 years ago. I was in deep depression before it happened. My wife left me. My PhD research was going nowhere, stuck in the same place for years. No plan B. Nothing to live for. Not good.

My escape was going into online anonymous chat rooms and chatting up girls. On rare occasions, they were actually girls. On rarer occasions, I got to meet up and hook up. Even got some FWBs. Setting my standards very low helped. My only rule was unmarried and has a uterus. My other only rule was no falling in love and no getting into serious relationships.

One fateful night, I met a girl there. I thought she could be the one – the elusive hookup after just one convo. But she turned on me in the last minute and said she wanted more than one night. So one conversation turned into two, which turned into two months of online chatting, every night, all night. Read more »

I was 18 he was 40 [MF]

We’d never gotten to fuck anywhere other than the back of his car, but this time daddy had bought us a hotel room. The thought of letting him use my body for hours made my heart skip a beat.
Eagerly awaiting him to pick me up, I began scanning my wardrobe. I had to find the perfect outfit, one he hadn’t seen before. Eventually I landed on a maroon top I hardly wore due to its transparent nature. It was perfect. I slipped on my favorite black thong, short shorts, the see through shirt and a bra of matching color.
I did my makeup the way I knew daddy liked it, subtle so you could hardly notice it was there. Daddy liked what he called my “casual sexuality.” He loved all the subtle ways an eighteen year old girl could turn on a forty year old man. I didn’t really understand this. I was always trying so hard to please daddy. I always wanted to look pretty and be charming and sensual to catch his attention. But he seemed attracted to me in spite rather than because of my desperate efforts for his attention.
I inspected my self in the mirror. I was self conscious about my body but daddy seemed to love it. I had soft perky b cup tits with wider hips. Daddy loved to grab my “perfectly little teenage tits.” I daydreamed and awaited his arrival anxiously.
When his car pulled up into my driveway I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I’d told my mom my friend’s dad was picking me up so my friend and I could have a movie marathon. I took a deep breath and climbed into his car.
“Hi baby girl,” daddy smiled at me. I found it difficult to even meet his gaze, which was a shame because daddy was so handsome. He had the most charming smile, sharp blue eyes, and a short yet full beard I loved to play with when he kissed me. I don’t remember what we talked about in the car. But I remember being nervous and giggling and staring at the floor. Daddy put his hand on my thigh. My body reacted immediately as goosebumps appeared all over my legs. Daddy smiled pleased at the reaction he could get from me.
He had already checked us in at the hotel, so when we got there I followed him up to the room, hoping not to run into anyone who’d mistake me for a prostitute. When we got to the room, I immediately took off my shoes and sat on the bed. Daddy smiled at me. I met his gaze briefly. There was hunger in his eyes. Daddy made his way to the bed and sat down behind me.
He embraced me in his arms. I tilted my neck, leaving it more exposed.
“What a good girl you are for daddy” he whispered in my ear. His breathing got faster as his hands began exploring my body. He kissed my neck and I let my hands gently scratch his beard. I let the pace of my breath match his as grabbed my tits in his hands. He turned me to face him and we kissed passionately.
I could tell by the way he gripped me how desperately he desired more. “Get on your knees for daddy,” he instructed me. I promptly obeyed.
“Good girl” He said, placing his hand on my ass. He began rubbing the thin material of my shorts his hand reaching down as he rubbed over my clit. There was a sharp smacking noise and I gasped as his hand hit my ass.
He began to turn my body around with his hands and started pulling my shirt off. I took of my bra and we both stripped off all of our clothes.
He started kissing me again and pushed me up to the front of the bed pressing my legs up by my head. He used his fingers to find just how wet he’d made me. “Baby girl likes that doesn’t she?” He teased. He pressed his cock against me and rubbed it over my clit. “Do you want it baby girl?” He smiled down at me. “Daddy wants you to beg for it”
“Please daddy, daddy please!” I whimpered desperate to feel him inside me. He obliged pressing his cock deep in my pussy as I groaned feeling him fill me. Soon he began thrusting rapidly making me moan as his cock pressed into me deep over and over.
“Ahhh fuck you’re gonna make daddy cum” Daddy groaned as he finished inside me. Continuing to thrust as he started to slow down. He kissed me still hard, still inside me, ready to fuck me some more.

[FM] Fucked in the gym

A year ago, my ex, Eric, and I were at our college gym in the middle of the night. We both loved to lift and after a particularly intense workout, we were both high on endorphins and that post-workout glow. I don’t know what it is about working out, but I’m always so turned on after, especially with my ex who had the sexiest body alive.

We barge into the empty locker room and immediately start attacking each other. He slams me against a locker and forces my arms above my head. I grabbed his hair while he groped my ass and ravaged my mouth and neck. I couldn’t get enough of him and he smelled like sweat and hot man. We were both breathing hard and I needed him so bad I couldn’t wait. I could feel my pussy throbbing with need as I dropped to my knees and yanked his shorts down. I kissed his shaft tenderly and fondled his balls as he grew more impatient.

“Baby, please” he groaned. I sucked his balls in my mouth as I stroked his dick. Licking the head of his cock, I tasted his sweet precum, and felt my pussy pulsing with want. I was addicted and finally swallowed him whole as I dug my nails into his ass. Read more »

[MF] HighSchool GF

Hey Everyone, So I have been a long time lurker, and I decided today that I should share my stories that I hope would be fun to hear.

I was with a girl in Highschool, (let’s call her Maria). Her Description: A Cups, Big Ass, she was Dominican, wore glasses, and had long dry hair but usually put it in a bun when I went to her house.

Me and Maria never met before in real life, but we had such mutual friends. It’s a weird story, but one day at lunch in school, there was a girl that looked exactly like her, and I thought she was waiving at me, so I waived back, but she was actually waiving at my buddy. She looked familiar, so when I went home and got on Facebook, and I added her as a friend. (I used to use Facebook as a means of communication…this was a long time ago).

I messaged her on Facebook and I sparked up a convo which eventually led me and her to flirting and then we evidently met up, (but just as friends). I played it cool, and then when we parted ways, she was like, “why didn’t you kiss me?”. So we then started sexting. Read more »

Quiet, there are workers… [Mf]

The contractors were working in the front room. We popped in to see their progress from time to time. While they worked, though, I got ready for the day. I disappeared into the bathroom to do my makeup and heard the door open. I grinned at the sound of Sir’s pants being unzipped and again as he folded me over the bathroom sink.

“Spit in your hand. Make sure you’re wet.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, spitting into my hand and rubbing it around and inside of my cunt. I was certainly wet – I doubt I would have needed the spit at all.

Sir grabbed my hips and entered me then. I gasped, my hands reaching out over the sink for something to hold onto as he rocked into me. I looked beneath us to watch his balls slapping against my skin. Mmm… I love the feeling of his balls slapping into me.

I grinned as I thought of the contractors that were at work just one room over from us now and tried to keep myself quiet as the bang and hum of each tool died down every few seconds. I looked up to watch Sir fucking me in the mirror, loving the view, the look on his face. It said “I own you” – no… “I own this.” Read more »

Boxes Part 1 [bdsm] [MMFF] [Fsub] [Mdom] [voy]

She looked around the room again and took in the scene. People bustling around her, snippets of piped in jazz, waiters and waitresses navigating the crowded tables, drinks piled precariously high on silver platters. Suits and sparkling dresses. She adjusted her own dress. The fit was right, which had been a surprise to her, but she was not used to the cut: hem resting just above the knee, black chiffon obscuring the plunging neckline. She felt exposed, as if everyone in the room was looking at her. And they all knew why she was there.

A box had come with the dress. The box contained a tag and a card. The tag was a simple piece of copper, not much bigger than a coin. On it was engraved her name. Her new name. The one that she had been given by him. The one she had earned after he had tested her to see whether she was worth naming. She had done everything he asked, until she was gasping for air, until her face was burning, until the tears streamed freely down her cheeks. Until she ached to be filled, pleaded to be hurt. Until the lack of release made her half-mad. Read more »

[MFM] A threesome, Anal sex and a little bit of racial tension

I was in a relationship with a Pakistani man for a time. He was actually Pakistani, not British Pakistani, though he didn’t have British relatives.

He was attractive, intelligent, attentive, every time we went out he would try and make sure I had a good time, he was genuinely into culture and we’d go to theater movies art galleries, but always things he’d feel I’d enjoy.

He was demanding sexually, but in a kind of mature way, he was explicit about thing, and less coy than other men I’d been with. He’d take responsibility for things as well, say for example if he wanted anal sex, he’d point blank ask me for it, rather than trying to persuade me that I really wanted to do it. Also if I did something for him sexually, he’d actually appreciate it, rather than looking at me as if I was a slut afterwards.

Anyway he was also probably the most arrogant person I’ve ever really known. Part of that was justified because he was well educated, wealthy and successful. However every time he interacted with someone, that he felt was his inferior and didn’t act like it, he could get massively aggressive. He could be quite intimidating but he wasn’t a bully with it. Read more »