[M]y secretary and I in the south of [F]rance, Pt 1

I have a job that usually has me crammed inside my office. I like to escape from it occasionally and take it on the road. Changes of scenery can get the creative juices flowing again sometimes, even if it's only a few hours' drive to a beach or into the mountains somewhere. The need for a secretary or assistant of some kind has been more and more apparent as time goes by as my various business partners don't really appreciate it when it takes me a week to get back to them.

I had hired the niece of a friend who was in college for something scientific. She is one of those horrendously organized people who never seemed to have a hair out of place, with maybe the exception of finals week. I've seen a few of her notebooks she used for school, they are terrifying. All straight lines and perfect handwriting. She started working for me over her summer break and had attacked with gusto the backlog of a few months I had created out of sheer procrastination. I would later realize what a monumental accomplishment I had achieved by occupying her full attention for an entire two weeks.

I took [m]y [f]iancé’s little sister’s virginity [fM] [Str8] [x-post from gonewildstories]

My fiancè Jamie and her little sister Madeline have the same Jewish genes and good girl charm, but they certainly have different body types. Madeline is a taller 19 year old with DDs and a voluptuous figure. Jamie has been training for the Chicago Marathon, so her ass keeps getting smaller and more firm. Her medium perky Cs compliment the small ass quite nicely.

This past weekend the family gathered at their parent's house in Maine for some birthday celebrations. Dinner followed by board games led to a very PG-13 version of 'Never Have I Ever.' As the parents and older folks made their way home and to bed the game continued with more raunchy questions.

Maddie was wearing blue and white checkered pajama bottoms and I noticed about halfway through the game that her teal thong with pink ribbons on it was hanging out. She must have caught me looking because she pulled it out of sight and looked right at me with a wink. Holy shit.

[M]y [F]irst experience with the elusive G spot orgasm.

Lola

Having a girl for a best friend/wingman is probably the best thing ever. ESPECIALLY when she constantly hooks you up with her friends. This is a tale of one such instance.

One weekend, I had to paint one of the rooms in my place so enlisted the help of my best friend Amanda as she loves doing that stuff for whatever reason. She calls me up earlier that day.. "Hey bro, do you mind if I bring my friend Lola to help? I forgot we were supposed to hang out and she's down to paint." "Sure!" I said. One more person to get it done quicker, plus my curiosity was piqued. I put on my painting clothes and started organizing.

They showed up in the evening, Amanda with a bunch of alcohol in tow walks through the door. "This is how you make painting fun!" She says. In walks Lola behind her. She stands about 5'2, very long brunette hair about half way down her back, a very slim figure probably just pushing 100lbs. She seems to have a very shy demeanour, almost blushing as Amanda introduces her.. Something about her light blue eyes though… Just something about them..

First date hook-up

When Tinder first became popular, I started using it to find actual dates. I didn't really do hookups, half because I wasn't really into them and half because I tended to attract girls who weren't up for it. After awhile, I was starting to get bored of it, but then I met Stacy.

She looked like a lot of fun from the start. She was about 5'6", with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and an enthralling smile, something near a smirk that led you to wonder what she was thinking about. We met outside a restaurant in our college town's downtown, and since she was new, she wanted me to show her my favorite places. I led her to a barbecue place where we sat at the bar. We had tremendous conversation and started casual first date contact – knees bumping, a playful tap, that kind of stuff.

After dinner and a few drinks, we decided to keep things going and hit a favorite bar. She became clearly affectionate there, stroking my hand and playing footsie with me under the table. It was kind of high school, but she was cute and interesting and I was eating it up.

Supporting a troop

This story was told to me recently by a friend of mine who is a nurse in a hospital for injured vets. She had to deal with one patient who had his right hand removed, and had some scarring on his right side as well. Not the worst case that was there but he was really upset and lonely. She hatted with him often and apparently the girl he was with when he got sent overseas had left him and not too many other people came to visit him. He really missed being with his buddies overseas too. He was just stuck with his wounded body and felt shitty. From what she tells me he has a perfect body too, aside from the scars. Think Dr. Manhatten but a humas flesh colour. One day she went in to his room and started with his stretches for physio and then rubbing him down to try and maintain his musle strength. As she finished his thighs she couldnt resist any longer and told him theres one more muscle to work out. She closed the curtain around his bed and started rubbing his dick over the hospital pants. It grew quickly so she assumed he was backed up quite a bit. She slid the waistband of the pants down and slowly jacked him off. He kept his eyes closed and tried to speak once in a while but couldnt put words into sentences. While his eyes were closed she grabbed the raging hard on at the base and slid her mouth over it. At this point his body lurched forward in surprise and delight still unable to speak. Slowly she pumped him with her hand while tasting his precum gradually moving faster. His breathing quickened so she pumped harder and used her tongue more at the head to get him over the top. Then it happened. He had been backed up alot. He shot like a howitzer into her mouth. Over and over hitting the back of her throat. She cleaned herself up and waited for him to regain his senses. When he did he thanked her and swore he would make it up to her. She said that he would never need that right hand again and kissed him. She turned to leave but then he said he was left handed. For the first time, she heard him laugh.

Tricks and Treats (MFF) (Part One of Two)

"I want to dress as Little Red and her Wolf," Chrisanna had told me earlier that week. "People don't understand.. the story is inherently sexual. I want you to devour me, papi."

Once I saw her in the costume, I was damn glad I agreed to it. Under her hood she wore a pair of black yoga pants that hugged her hips and accentuated her round bottom. Her top was low cut, her push up bra ensured that her small, firm breasts where front and center. So worth going to the party with fake fur on my face.

This was several months after the story i told before about Shelby and Chrisanna both sleeping with me on the same night. Shelby and I had drifted apart and Chrissy and I where all but going steady. So I was a bit surprised when I saw the thick blonde in her I Dream of Genie outfit, all curves and cleavage and billowing scarves. I was a bit more surprised when Chrissy greeted her with a joyful "Hey girl," as if the two had much in common besides a healthy love for rough sex.

spa trip

"Do you want a massage?"

"No, but you can." She said. "Isn't there a place just down the road? Part of that hotel?"

"You are right. "

So I find the number and give them a call.

"Yes, we have an opening in about 30 minutes for a 60 minute massage. It is not with an RMT however is that ok?"

"Yes, that's great."

She looks at me and says, "Well, enjoy… I will read my trash mags here while you get a rub. Enjoy"


I walk down the street and go into the hotel. Up to the 3rd floor and enter the spa.

Standard spa layout. Soothing music, low lights, nice aromas.

I walk up to the front counter and approach the reception. This looks nice already. Nice white uniform. Long black straight hair. Slightly Russian perhaps?

"Hello, I have an appointment at 3pm."

"Yes, here you are. Have you been here before?"

"No I have not."

"Ok, let me give you the tour as we have some nice facilities which come included with your massage."

[M]y [f]irst Insemination: A Pleasant Misunderstanding

Cumming inside a fertile pussy, invited or not, is my fetish. I also enjoy girls who swallow. What I don’t like is cumming outside, but I sometimes deposit the second half of my load just outside, so the creampie is “expected” and less likely to freak the girl out. However, when I was a novice, unless the girl had BC, I either used condoms or pulled out. The first time I creamed an unprotected girl was unintentional: a busted condom. But this is the story of the first time I creamed an unprotected girl bareback. We were parked near a beach and making out in the front seat of my sport car (no back seat to speak of). I had already got her panties off and I was fingering her. She was wet and she was stroking my dick, but when I pushed her head down to suck me off, she resisted and said, “Do you have a blanket? Let’s go outside.” We did that, I laid her on her back, dropped my pants and I had to decide whether to use a condom or not, so I asked, “Do you have anything against children?” meaning, I thought, “Do you have protection?” She said, “Yes!” I said, “OK,” and proceeded to enter her without a condom. She was very wet and not very tight so it went in smoothly but then she just lay there while I was pumping, which was a little disappointing. Nonetheless, her pussy was warm and still pleasant and I proceeded to cream her soon thereafter. I am not very vocal and apparently she did not realize I was cumming, especially considering that I continued to pump while ejaculating. After a few more strokes, I pulled out and she might have thought I came outside. Then I asked, “What type of BC are you using?” She said, “None.” I said, “But you said you have something against children!” She responded, “Yes, I do. I don’t want children yet.” At that moment, I was actually worried she might get pregnant, but I was not going to tell her I came inside. Instead, I said, “It’s good that I did not cum inside you but perhaps it will be better if you douche because of the precum.” She nodded and I took her home to do that. I never called her again and never heard from her either, so probably she did not conceive. Upon reflection later, however, the thought that I might have knocked her up turned me on and was a milestone on my pursuit of natural insemination opportunities.

Just a scenario a started in on last night. Thought I’d share

Hmm. Wish you would come to bed. Open the door to find me impatiently waiting for you, as i lay back, formally dressed in the comforter. I'd watch, eagerly as you slowly stepped towards the foot of the bed. You'd lean forward, placing a hand on either side of my calves. Showing patience and control, you'd slowly walk your hands up to my knees before lifting your knees and placing them on either side of my feet. You'd look up to me, deep into my eyes. As much as I'd want to sit up to greet you, I'd also be afraid that if i moved, i might miss what happens next. With no idea what's coming, i still know i don't want to miss it…

(m/f)(non-con)(I/you)In The Basement

I led you down into the basement, just so we could hang out and talk, you were so happy to see me since this was one of our first days together as a real couple, considering we decided to start dating after I had already went back to school.

You had a goofy smile across your face as we sat on the floor, talking, the TV playing in the background. When I leaned over and began to kiss you slowly. You felt your heart skip each time my lips met yours, and it only got worse when my hands began to roam across your ribs and back. Settling them on your ribs as I slowly pushed you down onto the ground as your arms wrapped around my neck.

I leave a hand on your ribs, pushing firmly and giving a nice feeling amount of pressure, the other however moves to caress your face. First, I rub your face gently as you mewl into the kiss, but eventually my hand settles on your neck and I give a little pressure. I kiss you stronger now, applying more force to your lips as my hand at your ribs leaves and moves to your breasts, merely brushing over them.