[MF] Implied Consent

My wife has a tendency to fall asleep early each night, and I joke that since we’re married, that’s “implied consent” for sex. She always says something like “Just don’t cum in my hair.”

Last weekend, we stayed up late drinking, and she got a little sloppy. By the time we finally made it to bed, she started undressing while crawling up the stairs. I went ahead of her to brush my teeth, etc.

When I came out of the bathroom, she was asleep, face down in the pillow, with her ass up in the air, only wearing a t-shirt and panties.

It was a light yellow pair, with everything but the crotch being sheer see-through.

Seeing her ass up in the air like that, and being a little drunk, I felt my cock stir.

“Hey, how is that comfortable?”

No response.

“You want me to kill the lights?”

Nothing.

As I turned off the switch, I couldn’t stop staring at her ass in the air. I was drunk enough that I wanted to fuck.

Harsh Hookup [MF][LONG]

There’s a bit of preface in this, it’s still very fresh as it happened two nights ago, feel free to jump to the action further down (if you must)

Day before yesterday was Valentine’s Day and being a fifty year old, newly single male living in a college town, I did what all in my situation would do. I went to a dark bar to drown my sorrow in overpriced G&T’s.

So I’m a few drinks in and I hear some loud laughter from across the bar, a group of four younger females are drinking, having a good time and in general making a ruckus. They seemed to be having a really good time, and to be honest, that didn’t help my already dark mood too much. Realizing I had already had three nine dollar G&T’s I switched to seltzer and lime, which sadly was still five dollars. Time passed and the group of girls dwindled down to just two, and for so unknown reason they walked around the bar and they had their next round two feet from me.

My Time as a Maid [FF] [Bondage] [Part VI]

Anna lost count of her orgasms once she hit three. A mix of vibrator, fingers and a massive strap-on ripped multiple orgasms from her body. The woman went to work between her legs for what felt like an hour. Anna’s pussy was so wet her own juices lubricated her ass for more fucking. The rubber cock Miss Crosby wielded felt as if it were going to split Anna in two. It was quite the sensation in her pussy, but when it knocked on the door of the poor girl’s asshole, she was certain the cock would be denied. But, lo and behold, she took the whole thing. Her buttplug was removed as quickly as the rubber dick was inserted. “Like a hungry butt slut should” she was told. Maybe the vibrator placed back onto her throbbing clit helped ease her butt fucking, because it surely ushered in yet another orgasm. She was being treated less like a maid and more like a sex slave, as her duties were no longer to clean and dust, but to come for the amusement of this stoic woman.

Is this my thing?

So I was told that what I wrote was really good. Not sure if it is. Other then my writing this in like an hour and a half and on my phone this was easy to do. I haven’t proof read it. Please just let me know the truth.

you hear a knock on the door so you open the door.. but as soon as you do I walk in, grab you by your hips and push you against the wall. you know its me so you don’t panic. I close the door and turn off the lights. The moonlight coming through your window is enough for both of us to see. I come back to you and i press myself against you… my hips pushing in against yours. you start to breathe harder and harder. you want this, you want me. I spread your legs with mine and push my knee in between yours and push up against your pussy. You r breath is getting heavier again so i grab your hands and i pin them over your head. holding them in place with one hand while i grab your neck with the other. i pull your face in closer to mine… your can feel my breath… and that makes you hornier… i feel you moving your hips a bit so i press in with my knee a lil more. I lean in and i start yo kiss you… first i start to kiss your upper lip. lightly nibbling on it. feeling how soft and heavenly your lips feel, i move on to your bottom lip as my hands move on to your tits.

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The Vacation — Katy goes wild at the resort [cuckold][interracial][huge cock]

Excerpt from my latest story–check out more of my writing at /r/TODomforFun

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I’m not particularly proud of what happened next—easily the highest amount of sexual humiliation I’ve ever received in my life. Doug started dirty talking with my girl, and after making Katy admit that his loads were much bigger than mine… he made Katy come over and give me a kiss. His cum was still on her face as we made out and she tasted different… I realized Doug was making me taste his cock off my wife as punishment.

Next he had Katy bend over in front of me, and I ate out her pussy while she went back to sucking his cock in a bit of a spit roast I guess one round hadn’t completely satisfied him. I felt a lump in my stomach as I ate out my wife and realized how wet she was. Absolutely soaked—way more than she normally was with me. At one point Doug had her turn around again, and I was looking at my wife’s cum-covered face while Doug levelled his thick cock behind her.

[MF] I got more than I bargained for from my friend’s daughter during his Super Bowl party…

I’ve known my friend Matt for around two years now. Our group of friends likes to play poker, throw darts and shoot pool. We also like to watch sports together and Matt is well regarded for throwing parties at his house, so when I got the Facebook invite for his Super Bowl party I knew I was in.

Matt’s house is at the top of a hill on a corner lot and adjacent to two fairly quiet residential streets. The last big party I attended there was a crazy packed fourth of July fireworks party this summer. The neighborhood wasn’t very quiet that night. For the Big Game, however, it was a smaller crowd of a dozen or so and even though this winter has been mild for us here in the Midwest, we kept the party indoors.

[FM] The story of my clarinet teacher

Obligatory trigger warning… this story contains some gray area stuff that might not be everyone’s cup of tea. You’ve been warned. Also sorry this is LONG.

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When I was in elementary/junior high school, I was in band. I played the clarinet, and had enough aptitude that if I actually practiced, I could be good. But like most kids that age, I really didn’t have the discipline to do so. So my parents signed me up for professional lessons, which took place on Wednesdays or Thursdays after school in a spare classroom at the junior high. The teacher, Mr. S, was a fairly young guy; though he seemed old to me at the time he couldn’t have been more than 30. He wore a dress shirt and slacks, the same pair every time, as if he didn’t have more in the way of wardrobe items. His brown hair was tightly curled against his skull and always either glisteningly gelled down or frizzed out like a brillo pad. His face had the acne-scarred texture of an orange rind. Although he was conventionally proportionate and I couldn’t pick out anything specific about his appearance that was off-putting except his skin, he kind of gave off this strange vibe that made me slightly uneasy. Not always, but sometimes the way his brown eyes would glint with an unnamed intensity would catch me by surprise. At the time, I had the child-like thought that he could tell I was lying about practicing, and that’s why his gaze would pierce through me while I played. But if so he never explicitly called me out on it.

Jocks first time with a BBW [MF]

I’m Josh, a 21 year old star athlete for my D1 college baseball team. I’d say I’m nice. Not the typical jock, student athlete. I’ve always been driven with my endeavors. I graduated high school at the top of my class and got a full ride to play and study at a top university. I was always the girlfriend type. Always dated the short, hot, curvy girl that everyone wanted. Apart from being a nice, handsome, social, athletic, intellectual, and driven guy, I have a side that only few know. I’m incredibly kinky with a high sex drive. In fact, it scared a few exes away because they couldn’t handle getting fucked wherever and whenever I wanted. They’re loss.

Anyway, senior year I started struggling a bit in a high-level math class. It came down to getting a tutor and devoting my life outside of baseball to studying. Obviously, I didn’t want to give up baseball, so I put a halt on the social life. I got a tutor. She was a very nice, cute girl named Jenna. Jenna wasn’t my type, so it was easy to focus on studying with her. She was about a foot shorter than me at 5’3″ ish and a bit overweight. I say that nicely, but I’d call her BBW, not curvy. Like a slimmer fat girl, but not obese. She did have a big round ass, that I loved to look at. And these huge tits bigger than any I’d seen before. She had a pretty face, too, but was very shy. She was someone involved in her studies and that was it.

My first attempt at erotica

Trigger Warning: non-consensual sex

A drop of water clung to the skin stretched taut on her spine. As she stood up, a few other drops from her hair combined into a transient stream that ran down her back.

The stationary drop from earlier joined them on the journey towards her bottom, navigating the curves.
They finally pooled on the rug below her feet for a split second before they disappeared into the patterned texture.

She felt a warm chill rise through her spine. Her nipples hardened instantly. And then relaxed slightly to a rigidity that would last longer.

Shivering, she reached for a towel to dry her hair. The shiver spread to her stomach.

And lower.

Her breasts wobbled slightly as gravity took over. Her arms had grabbed onto the piece of cloth. Her frame straightened to regain balance. As she towelled her hair, the cloth brushed her scalp occasionally, through the growing tangle of thick, matted hair. She then ran the towel once over each of her arms, traversed her stomach upwards to her breasts. Then she unclenched her fists and let the full length of the towel fall, one end still scrunched up lightly under her chest.

[FM] Fucked my professor (hey, I’m posting again!)

*Hey y’all! I really liked reading everybody’s responses to my first post and I hope you all enjoyed my pics that were up for approx. an hour! :) I figured I’d give you another story. This is really therapeutic for me because I haven’t disclosed any details to anybody before. This helps get my thoughts out in writing. Enjoy!*

After our first encounter, I was ready to hop back into bed with Z. Z ended up texting me the next day after our first encounter with a sweet,

“I’ve woken up imagining the feeling of your lips around my cock every damn morning since we’ve starting talking.”

With the way his teaching schedule worked and the way my classes were timed, we both had a long lunch break at the same time. My apartment was on campus, so I texted him back,

“Roommate has class until 2. Come over at 12:30?”