Tourist Girl (part 2) [F30 M29] [BBW] [Chubby] [Dubious consent] [Humiliation] [Roommates] [Anal] [Ass-to-mouth]

I woke up to the most pleasant sounds: that of a woman being fucked. That, I thought, had to be Jason, but the girl does not sound familiar, must be somebody new. I lay there for a while, entertaining a thought of going and joining them, and then decided against it. When I am fucking a new girl, I want her to be all mine. I don’t mind getting sloppy seconds, but there’s time for threesomes and gang bangs, and there’s time for good old-fashioned fucking.

My name is Hassan Mustafa. I was born and raised in Philadelphia, PA, but thanks to a Turkish father and a Greek mom, I look like I just stepped out of Arabian Nights, where I was one of the Forty Thieves. Some girls love it, some get scared. I like the ones that do both, and many of Jason’s freshly fucked ladies fit the bill. We are friends and roommates, and we like to share – I bring in the young party girls and an occasional adventurous housewife, and he gets us naïve out of town visitors and shy but horny girls from the Internet.

[FMF] All the depraved ways in which I have degraded myself for men

I have voluptuous tits, a juicy ass and impressive flexibility thanks to years of yoga. But I’m nothing special: I’m 30 years old, bespectacled and rather plain looking with slightly chubby curves. Luckily I’m utterly submissive and completely lacking in self respect so I bring a lot extra to the table in order to keep the alpha male men I crave interested in me.

When I was 21, I was infatuated with Josh, a senior at university. He was on the basketball team and infamous for his anal fetish and fratboy debauchery. He had a thing for skinny blondes and as I’m neither skinny nor blonde, he ignored me. One drunken night, I confessed that I had fantasised about him taking my anal virginity and training my tight little asshole. He agreed, if I would be his cleaner in exchange.

So I cleaned his room in nothing but a Victoria Secret thong and a bejewelled butt plug in order to earn the privilege of his cock. After I was done each day, he’d have his way with my ass. He started slow with some fingering and built his way up over the semester to rough sessions of anal fucking, hair pulling and name calling. I would be a raw, quivering, sobbing, utterly satiated mess by the time he had finished.

Christmas at Joes 21+ [F28/M30] [Group Sex] [Busty] [Christmas Party] [Blow Job] [Girl on Girl]

“I can’t believe you talked me into this!” I said as I tried to pull the top of my outfit.

Martha smiled. “The more you pull it up, the shorter it becomes at the bottom.”

I stood outside her friend Joe’s house wearing the shortest Santa’s helper costume ever created. It was bright red and came down just past my ass, luckily, I wore black mesh stockings, or my legs would be freezing. I went against her wishes of wearing high heels. I wore my thigh-high black boots instead.

“Mine is fine,” she laughed as she slammed the trunk of her car closed. She came around the vehicle carrying the box of assorted liquor bottles.

“Well, you don’t have frigging G cup boobs, trying to bust their way out of your top,” I said as I struggled to keep the top from dropping below my chest. “I should have said no to this ridiculous outfit!”

Martha hated when I brought up her small chest. She was barely a B cup, and her suit didn’t look that flattering on her.

[FM][Cheating] Girls Night Out

It all started with a half-truth. Technically I wasn’t lying when I told my boyfriend Travis that it was a ‘girl’s night out, but I was omitting certain details. Primarily the ones concerning Chase. I met Chase one night when I was out on an actual girl’s night. The amount of courage it takes to approach someone in a club with loud music and flashing lights with hopes of striking up a conversation is immense, and I can respect that. Still, he offered to buy me a drink which I politely declined. Not because I didn’t think he was cute. He had on a faded pair of jeans with white sneakers that stuck out in the black lights of the club and a polo t-shirt that might as well had “Frat Boy” stamped across the front of it. He filled it out nicely though and had a confident smile framed by a chiseled jawline that could have made him perfect for a Marine poster. Now that I think about it, he would probably be irresistible in that uniform as well.

The night an heir was made [M+F+][21-50][Medieval fantasy][Gangbang][Breeding][Anal]

Alicia was the right hand of the Queen. During sessions she sat next to her. When she needed councling, the Queen first turned to her. And during special ceremonies, Alicia had the honors of being close by. Tonight was such a night.

The Kingdom was divided into 10 dutchies, all headed by one of the 10 leading families. Only men could be a duke while the kingdom could only be ruled by a Queen. The ancestors of the current Queen had devised a plan to keep the powerful loyal. Everytime when a royal child was needed, the Queen would call all ten of her dukes to the capital. When the time was right, all ten would fuck her in turn, cumming inside her and hopefully producing a baby. That way, all ten men could be the father of the next Queen and they would feel loyal towards her.

Her Becoming Part 2 [MF] [true story] [oral] [rough sex]

( This is a continuation of a the true story of our first encounter since realising we’d misunderstood each other when we were both younger, we are now in our late 30s)

[Set in an industrial style unit that he owns full of emblems of his masculinity, we are sat on a sofa unlacing his boots feverishly]

Finally his boots are loose enough to remove and he removes them and the rest of his clothes.

I can’t take my eyes off him. He really has changed so much physically, he’s so strong, I want him to be holding me, to be engolfed in his arms, safe. The desire to feel his cock inside me again is making me squeeze my vagina tight. I want him so much my body aches. I lie back on to the sofa, looking up into his eyes. It’s like he can see right inside me. Opening my legs wider, I can feel the sofa is wet from where I sat to undo his laces. He makes me so wet. I feel my face change, I give him an innocent playful look. I’m no longer in control something else is, inside me.

[MF] Origin Story

My wife and I have always had a roller coaster of a sex life. Recently we have been kicking it up little by little, but we can’t start from the end. In the begining we were young and used to spend what time we could together. I would usually drive at least an hour if not more to see her. The first time (I won’t get all romantic becuase of where this is posted) I saw the nicest eyes and the greatest cleavage to match, and after spending all night with her I had to go home and relieve myself. Instantly knowing this was it for me, it was back and forth trips and not much alone time becuase of college and staying at friend’s houses or sometimes with her parents.

[FM] being married has made me so much sluttier!

F28 here, married to M29.

I’m not sure what it is but I’ve been married to my husband for exactly two weeks as of today and in these two weeks we’ve had sex more than we did in the past two months!

We bought our first sex toys for each other last week, we’ve started to have kinkier sex, we made this Reddit account so we could share posts that we find hot with each other. I’ve learned so much about what each of us like and it’s already helped our sex life immensely. We’ve even started sending sexy little dares to each other when we’re not together (like daring me to send him a picture from the bathroom at work) and it makes me feel like such a little slut.

Does anyone have any ideas on how I can be even sluttier for my husband? 🥰

One Summer Long Ago [F][Cute][Vanilla][Long]

The wind was brushing through Connie’s hair, but her mind processed it as caring fingers.

More than ten years now since she had last walked up this path, ten years since she had last laid her eyes on the little wooden lookout tower that overlooked the whole coastline and the rocky pebble beach below.

Her aunt had lived here, in a beautiful house that no longer stood, squeezed into the tiny plot of land with the chaotic overgrown garden that was both a maze and museum of times gone by. Connie had loved it there, spent most her summers in the tiny room with the tiny bed, and the world had felt so large.

She had explored every path, even those which no longer existed, with everything torn down and large hotels where the cute little houses once stood. A lot had changed in years gone by, and few things for the better. The world at large was utter chaos, and even this haven of memories had started to fade.

But this path still existed, the lookout tower still stood strong, the beach was still as windy as ever, the air as salty as it belonged.

Start of my new journey ! [F]

Day 1
My day 1 started quite late. Instead if wishing my master good morning , i got busy with my work and wished him good afternoon in ready to please post being completely naked. And i was not supposed to wear my panties till 12pm. In the noon, when i was asked to tie rubber bands on my nipples and wasn’t asked to remove them till i was told to or till the pain was unbearable.

i felt excited to see what it did to my body. At the beginning, i didn’t feel anything but as the time flew, it started paining. But i was enjoying that pain as it was more of a pleasure. Slowly, the pain was unbearable and i requested my master to allow me to remove them. And he allowed me to remove them. Oh my God!!! Removing them was even more painful which i never imagined. slowly, i removed them.. moaning out of pain. It was feeling so nice.