I was down on all fours cleaning up my mess. I felt shame and disgust, but also clearheaded and relaxed. The pressure was gone. “Dave? What are you doing?”. I jerked upwards and hit my head on the underside of the desk (fortunately that was the first thing I cleaned). “Ow, fuck!”. I heard Lindsey first gasp and then giggle. “Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you. But why are you down there?”. I got up and rubbed the backside of my head “ah, I spilled some water on the floor. I was reading and I didn’t pay attention”. Fortunately I always kept a water bottle on my desk – so my explanation should be feasible to her. She was again clothed and was drying her head with the towel. “Oh, that’s quite clumsy. But I know the feeling. I’ve been many-a-time down on all four cleaning up my messes” she laughed. “Anyways, thank you for the towel! Where can I put it?”. As she asked that question we could hear Leo babbling from a distance. “I got him Dave, don’t worry! Come to think of it I saw a laundry basket in his room. I’ll drop it there”. Before I could say anything she was off, walking towards Leo’s room. I could see her hips swaying and her leggings doing her justice.
[MF] first time sharing my wife.
So we’ve been together forever and recently started talking about opening up to spice up our sex lives.
For the past year there’s a single dad whose child is on the same soccer team as ours have been friendly with us, sat with us at games and practices, we’ve even had him over for get together’s and other social events.
So one day she was over helping him organize and decorate so there was a lot of close contact and body rubbing, that’s all that happened, and the next time we were over just having a few mid day drinks they were joking about it, before the mom bod topic came up and me and him were for arguing how sexy it is, while my wife was against. A few more sips and we convinced her that she should show him and let someone else judge.
My FWB fucked me in front of an open window and it was so good [MF]
He knew exactly what he wanted and as soon as I let him in he ripped my clothes off and used my body. It’s what our relationship is for, and I enjoyed every moment of it. Especially when he had me leaning on the window sill, bent over, fucking me hard for anyone to see. The window was open and if anyone was outside they definitely would’ve heard me moaning. I wanted so badly for someone to walk by and see me getting used. I wanted them to watch me cum and hear my moans. Unfortunately no one did, but I still came so hard while thinking about it. Fuck I wish someone saw me.
I Was Bored at Work… Then she messaged
I’m bored at work, so I’m writing this on my phone. Forgive any uncharacteristic typos, etc.
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Sitting in my office, bored, I get a message from a dancer (stripper) I used to know in my days of frequenting a gentleman’s club.
“I’m in town, wanna get together for lunch?”
It wouldn’t be the first meal I’d shared with her, but my recent exploits had other things on my mind. I responded, sure, and told her where to meet me. There were several places in walking distance from the address I gave her.
We met outside a parking garage, and hugged and kissed for far too long to be appropriate on a city street. It was actually the first time we’d kissed, but it felt right.
Finally, we broke and I held her at arms length to get a good look. She was in normal clothes, of course, but her nipples trying to tear through her top told me she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her piercings made a lovely pattern.
“So what are you hungry for?” I asked after my eyes had their fill.
She leaned in so her nipple rubbed against my arm. “Same as always. You.”
The Prefect, Part 22 [F20/F18] [D/s] [Role Reversal] [ENF/Exhibitionism]
**Part 22**
“There you have it, girls,” Kaitlyn said. “Though it’s always been pretty obvious, hasn’t it? Just make sure you don’t leave your bras and underwear around when Elise is doing room inspections. Unless you *want* to be noticed, of course.” Kaitlyn let the giggling from her teasing comment die out, then moved on. “Anyway, now that that’s out of the way, I believe little Elise still needs to be punished. Don’t you, pet?”
Elise knew what she had to say. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.” She caught herself just in time, managing to answer ‘properly’ before likely getting slapped again. “I still need to be punished.”
“Why is that, Elise?”
“Because…because I covered myself up…” Elise said. She had almost forgotten the reason after everything else Kaitlyn had just put her through. And, at the redhead’s insistence, she said the whole thing like usual. “I need to be punished because I covered up my boobs.”
“Your bare boobs.” Kaitlyn corrected her. Anything to make the prefect’s embarrassment a little worse. Once Elise repeated the same thing with the small difference, Kaitlyn continued. “That’s right. Good girls get to cover up, Elise. Hell, good girls get clothes for that matter. But you’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?”
Her Name was Alice A True Story
This is a 100% true story.
Her name was Alice and she was a good friends sister. We used to do SCA–Society for Creative Anachronism- Role Playing Medieval Characters and fighting with rattan weapons. After big tournaments there would usually be a feast and dancing. So imagine your wearing medieval garb, sitting in a civic hall and everyone is calling themselves “Sir This,” and “Lady That,”
I (18 at the time) 6 foot 3 and 180lbs, was actually crushing on a different girl but Alice (18 at the time) was super fun to talk to. She was about 5,3 on a petite frame but she packed an amazing rack 38DDs that were just fantastic, sat way up high and she had beautiful blonde hare and big blue eyes. Her smile was contagious and she was a joy to be around. I just happened to be interested in a different lady. Alice and I would flirt but I never really thought anything of it.
Teenager in the Turkish Bath part 4 (cheating wife/pregnant/m-m, mfm)
Steven went to college about 2.5 hours away from our hometown. We had an amazing summer after having met him. My wife and I both had sex with him secretly to each other, but Steven would always tell me when he fucked my wife and she thought I didn’t know. He and I still met at the Turkish Bath a few times a week, where we first started. We enjoyed the private massage room and showers. I took every opportunity to swallow his cum, or let him fuck my ass when he wanted that.
At the same time, my wife and I invited him over a few nights per week to share our bed for the night and fuck my wife to his hearts content. She would text him naked pics and talk dirty with him, and multiple times per week invite him over while I was at work to get fucked in our bed or kitchen or living room or anywhere else they ended up. Her favorite part was feeling him cum inside her as deep as he could get inside her, while her legs and her willpower turned to jelly.
He never once inquired about birth control or if he could cum inside her. But he did every single time since the first time and she never dissuaded him, knowing she was fertile and unprotected she couldn’t help herself. She was determined to give him whatever he wanted in exchange for the unbridled pleasure he provided. So her pussy was his to fill. Her womb was his to inseminate if he desired
I watched him cum inside my wife a hundred times that summer, and that doesn’t count the daytime visits.
Now nearly October, my wife was making her first trip to visit him for the weekend. She got a room at the Hilton near campus. She brought some lingerie that showed off her amazing tits and now noticeable growing belly. That’s what she wore when he knocked on her door.
“Hey Mandy!” He said as he stepped inside and closed the door,.
“Hi baby. I missed you,” she said as they embraced. They kissed. Passionately. After a minute she turned around in his arms and brought his hands to her belly.
He kissed her neck and ears sensually.
“Can you feel it?” She asked him. “Can you feel our baby growing inside me, Steven?”
“You look so amazing like this,” he said, discovering the universal truth for all men that their woman looks incredible when you see your baby growing inside them.
“This is our son. I couldn’t help myself baby. I knew I was fertile but feeling you cum inside me was so amazing I couldn’t stop. Were you trying to get me pregnant, baby?”
“I don’t know if I was trying but I didn’t care if I did.”
“Well. You did. I wanted it. I wanted your baby in me.”. Mandy turned to face him, kissed him, and dropped to her knees. She undid his belt and took out his cock and started sucking hungrily. “I missed you baby,” she said between sucks. “I missed you sneaking over and fucking my brains out every day. I missed feeling you fill me up at night in our bed. I need it Steven. I need your cum inside me baby.”. Steven removed his shirt and let his shorts drop to the floor. He pulled my wife to standing and scooped her up in his arms and delivered her to the king bed they would share this weekend.
Mandy removed her bra and Steven removed her panties. He climbed on top of her and they kissed passionately as he lined up his cock.
“Oh my God, fuck me baby,” she said. Kiss. Kiss. “Take your pussy back.”. They kissed as he began going in and out of her. She quivered and moaned and in 30 seconds had a huge orgasm. He was gentle and they made love intimately, savoring every sensation. They stared in each other’s eyes as he went deeper and deeper. He dug in and started fucking her good. She started shouting like always. Everyone on the floor knew what was happening in that room.
Like always, one individual orgasm rolled into an extended continuous orgasm of peaks and valleys as he ravaged her without regard. After maybe 10 minutes, he said, “I’m gonna cum baby. Where do you want it?”
Mandys eyes were squeezed shut and she was biting her bottom lip unable to control her body.
“Inside me baby. Every time.”
“Who’s pussy is this?”
“Yours baby! My pussy is yours. My baby is yours. Take what’s yours baby! Cum in my pussy. Please Steven!”
He sped up to his predictable conclusion. Mandy wrapped her legs around him and then with a mighty groan he came inside her, setting off her own screaming peak again.
Like always he collapsed on top of her out of breath. She rubbed his back and brushed the hair from his eyes as they kissed.
“I love you Steven.”
“I love you, too Mandy.”
“Steven, what do you want to do about our son?”
“I don’t know… What can we do?”
“Well, I can have it fixed and we go on as usual. Or I can have our baby, you can move in with us and be a father to him, take care of him and me like an adult. But that would involve coming clean to every other person. This isn’t my husband’s baby and I don’t expect him to take care of it if he’s born.”
“Are you sure it’s mine?” He asked weakly
“Absolutely. You came inside me so many times that first week, and that was my most fertile week of the month. It’s ok. I didn’t stop you. I wanted it. As soon as you stood in front of me in my living room that first night, all I could think about was feeling you cum inside me and I wanted you to get me pregnant so badly. It’s why I never made you pull out. ”
“I wanted to, too. I saw you, this gorgeous wife and mother, and wanted to put my baby in you.”
“So here we are. What to do?”
“We should definitely Not Have a baby right now, Mandy. I can’t….. How would I tell my…. I just don’t think….”. She kissed his lips
“I know. We can’t. I have an appointment when I get back home. But I love you and I love that you claimed me, put your baby inside me and claimed me. You’re so fucking hot.”. Kiss. “Let’s take a shower.”
They showered together and Steven took care to stand behind her and hold the belly that held his son. He kissed her neck and ears and lips. She reached behind her to soap up his cock that she loved so much. Her husband is over 8″, not small at all. Huge, actually. But THIS. Good God it’s perfect.
My wife realized as soon as she saw his cock in our living room, that she would let this boy do whatever he wanted with her body. She instinctively wanted him to impregnate her. She never wanted to waste a drop of that fertile teenage sperm, always swallowing, taking it in her pussy unprotected, and for the first time in her life, allowing him to cum in her ass.
He was getting hard again and that was fine with Mandy. They dried off and she laid him on the bed for a blowjob. Start to finish, swallowing every drop at the end. She even came from sucking his cock.
Journey to 100 Women: Brian’s Sexcapades (Part 7 – Lauren) [M22/F23]
Her blowjob skills improved, my pussy eating skills improved (it actually became my favorite sex act – eating pussy is comically good), her riding skills became ridiculous, my stamina got better. We were becoming better lovers for our future partners, and spoke openly about everything.
“Right there,” she’d say, pointing to a particular moment in one of our videos where I was fucking her in missionary. I had laid flat on top of her, stomach to stomach, not moving anything but my hips. It was a technique it took me a while to get comfortable with, but one that she loved.
“Look at you go! Look at that hip iso action haha. You’re like a little belly dancer.”
“And you’re a snake charmer.”
“Hahaha. No, but really. More of that, please.”
My stroke game got better. I had learned to hold my nut longer in doggystyle, which was a big thing for me, as I had a pretty strong ass fetish, so the longer I stayed in that position, the better. But also, it was a surefire orgasm for Lauren every single time, as long as I maintained a certain rhythm and didn’t blow my load too early.
Journey to 100 Women: Brian’s Sexcapades (Part 6 – Lauren) [M22/F23]
I think it’s called “getting lucky,” for a reason. There was *certainly* an element of luck involved in my previous 3 hookups, all of which came from dating apps. They could’ve just as easily swiped on someone else, or bailed on the actual date. It wouldn’t be the first time.
Honestly, you could argue that had I not mentioned that obscure fucking indie show to Sara, we wouldn’t have fucked that night, and I would’ve still been a virgin. Every action or inaction leads to something else.
I could’ve just as easily not kept in touch with Lauren after college. She could’ve just as easily not found out about her boyfriend’s cheating, or just not have posted it to social media. I could’ve just as easily not seen the post, or just as easily not have reached out. But here we were.
As I mentioned earlier, *someone* had to fuck her. It was “someone else” for the majority of my life. Well, I was gonna toss my hat in the ring every chance I got going forward, which is why I was the one about to get laid.
Journey to 100 Women: Brian’s Sexcapades (Part 5 – Lauren) [M22/F23]
Thanks everyone for the follows and kind words on my previous story. I’m definitely gonna keep them coming.
This next one is about Lauren, the 4th woman I slept with.
Initially I was gonna limit the stories to just the *really* wild ones, but I realized even the more tamer ones have their purpose, especially when it comes to the big picture regarding my journey.
Again, every experience has taught me something, and every woman has brought something different into my life that’s made me who I am today. Yes, my stories will mostly focus on the physical aspect of sex, but I also want the actual women themselves to get their recognition as well. I wouldn’t be here without them. I’ve been in my fair share of pussy, but every single one of them was attached to an individual. And no matter how high my partner count gets, I won’t lose sight of that. So while this is a celebration, in large part, of the female body (some specific body parts will be celebrated more often than others lol), it’s also a celebration of women in general.