I’d been staying with him all week. All week we’d shared a bed which wasn’t really out of the norm for us but this time it was different. We had been cuddling although really it was just an excuse to get closer to each other and for me to let him touch me however he wanted. All week we would go to bed and he would run his hands down my body, squeezing me and pulling me closer and I would pretend that it’s normal for friends to do this and I would arch my back against him, feeling his cock get hard against my ass, shifting slightly as if I was asleep but really just wanting to know that I was turning him on. A few times he’d tried to kiss me, fingers under my chin pulling my lips up to meet his but every time I had bitten my lip and turned my head away ‘we can’t’ ‘It’s not right’ ‘we can’t go back from this’.
The first time I met a guy online and then let him have my ass for his pleasure.
Phillip found me on some random dating website. He probably zeroed in on me. Recently divorced, younger, vulnerable so I probably looked like an easy target. He emailed me. He was kind, attentive, and sweet. I was so happy to feel worthy of attention that I enjoyed eating it up online. We sexted, sent pictures, built the tension. I think I was drawn to his cock, it is glorious. A thick 7" so I could swallow it without discomfort and I could imagine it filling my pussy, hitting all my angles. We lived in different cities but I was going to Chicago for work and he decided to meet me there for the last night. I was anxious. I wanted to feel all the sensations I had been denied these past few weeks. His hands all over my body, slapping my ass, and biting my nipples. I had dreamed of every scenario. But how do you really know that the person can be trusted? But the thought just built my excitement. On the night of our first meeting I decided my tight black pencil skirt and my black V-neck tee with a push up bra was the best choice. Simple, sexy, and hopefully a confidence builder. Ever since the divorce I was running more and more, and I wanted to show off my tight fit body I had earned. I sat at the hotel bar, waiting and hoping my gamble would pay off. Phillip entered and knew immediately it was me. He crossed the room in just a few steps and came right up to my side, standing so as to touch my shoulder as he leaned down and whispered, "You are stunning and I am going to make you pay for the hard-on I have right now." I instantly got wet to his words. My pussy tightened and I swallowed my breath. I made the right choice. He ordered a whiskey and coke and sat down beside me. I turned my body and looked at him in person for the first time. His hair was brown and slightly curly. He kept it short to compliment his well manicured beard. He was dressed simply in nice jeans but he wore them well. I was smitten. And he was running his hand up my skirt while he stared at me with clear intentions. "I want to take you upstairs now." I knew this game. He wanted to be dominate but I resisted, "Why don't you buy me a drink first? And I will let you know when I am ready for your cock." He tensed for a half a second. He wasn't expecting my response. He was used to the willing submissive woman. He have smiled and asked the bartender to get me anything I wanted. "Hmm anything?" I asked. "If that's what it takes to have your pussy then yes," he leaned in and whispered. I knew that he was guaranteed my pussy and any part of me he wanted with lines like that. I was getting more and more horny. I could feel my clit pulse. My heartbeat raised. "I will have two shots of tequila." The bartender left and quickly returned with two shot glasses and limes. He put a glass out in front of us and Phillip quickly said, "Oh no I hate tequila." Without a word I salted my hand, licked, and took both shots. "They were both for me. I want to feel up to anything tonight." And I slid down in my bar stool so his hand left my thigh and moved to my panties. Again he tensed and took a deep sigh out. "Can I take you yet?" The tequila worked its magic and my nerves started to fade. We were sitting intwined on the bar stools and I moved my hand closer to his cock. I could sense he was hard and anxiously awaiting my hand brushing his budge. I shivered in excitement and then immediately became aware we were still in public. Giving the bar a show was not my intention so without a word I got up and headed to the elevator. He scrambled after me, leaving money on the bar, and caught up with me when I got onto the elevator. A couple was headed up so we moved to the back, touching shoulders and arms in the back of the car. The tingling sensation of anticipation filled me as his fingers brushed my hand gently. Our floor opened and I moved quickly out of the car and down the hallway. I wanted to get in that room and take all of him as soon as possible. My pussy was so wet I could feel it through my thong. I swung open my door and he was behind me in a second. Grabbing my tits, feeling my ass, kissing my neck. It felt like such a release. But I was in control and pulled away. I lead him into the room. "Take off all of your clothes." I ordered. He immediately complied and stripped naked. I was in heaven. It was all just a glorious as I had visualized and I wanted to consume every part of his body. He was rock hard and I knew that starting on my knees was the right thing. I grabbed his cock's base and put my mouth fully over the top portion. I sucked in and held, letting him feel my mouth completely over his cock then started slowly moving in and out. He moaned and each time I sucked harder and faster. His knees went weak and I threw him on the bed. I continued rapidly, in and out, soaking his cock in my saliva. He was close to cumming but it was too early. I stopped and he looked up with a dumbfounded face. "I have plans for your cum. You need to wait." He rolled his head back and at that moment I got on him in reserve and started grinding his cock on the edge of the bed. He wasn't ready for this swift move and let out a moan of surprised pleasure. "God yes you dirty bitch." He just made me grind harder. He grabbed my ass and guided my hips. His cock was so hard and felt so good rubbing my pussy. I started hitting my clit with my fingers, rapidly back and forth using my own wetness and rubbing it into me. He took control and flipped me over so my ass was in the air. "I have been dreaming of your ass since I first saw your picture. And now its mine." I moaned in delight. "Take it, God Take Me!" I was so ready, I feel like I had waited an eternity for him to say that. He went slow at first, loosening my muscles. The tequila helped me relax and let him enter. It was so tight. I braced my right hand and started touching myself with my left. He filled me with his cock and grabbed my hips building speed and pressure. I wasn't sure I could hang on. I wanted to explode! My whole body felt like it was shaking and building, I became light headed in ecstasy. "Take my ass. Take it so hard." I found myself almost screaming. He continued to fuck me hard until I felt him tense and let out the longest moan of complete pressure. Feeling him explode in me was all it took. My body shook and I felt deep pulsing all over. I couldn't hold myself up and I collapsed on the bed. He was panting and couldn't speak but he flipped me over and licked the cum up from my pussy.
Neanderthals return….[Prologue]
Fair warning.. this is a lot of foreplay and not as much actual sex. I'm going to develop this slowly though it'll have slavery, BDSM, cheating, adultery, and all kinds of fun elements.
This is heavily inspired by the recent Jurassic Park movie. So props for the remake inspiring me to write this to begin with.
Anyways.. story time.
In 2015, when the remake of Jurassic park came about, there was already some discourse on how close we've come to realizing some of these fictional concepts visualized in the movie. Jules Verne is credited for imagining much of the innovation and creation that have come to be in the 20th century. Virtually all of his imaginary vehicles and innovation that were simply beyond comprehension at the end the 19th century have come to pass and made into reality through out the course of the 20th century. Everything from the idea of a submarine, or space travel has come to pass. The main exception that comes to mind is traveling to the center of the earth which I'm sure given the right motivation we would be eager and capable to rise to the challenge.
Diary of a Sex Addict: The Door [M/F]
Note: I have just found this sub – been reading stuff all afternoon. I've decided to share some of the things that have happened to me. I actually do keep a diary. These experiences are real – I record them, and reproduce them here with as much clarity and detail as possible. I hope you can all enjoy them along with me. I am a twenty nine year old male.
5/10/13 8:42AM
I woke and I had a headache – the particular kind you get from a long night of drinking, right behind the eyes. I wasn't in my own bedroom, or bed. Next to me was a tanned shoulder with a sheet tucked under one arm, and a slosh of brown hair messily done in a ponytail.
"Hey, do you have to go to work?" I asked as she stretched.
"I don't have a meeting until ten – when is it?"
"Eight Forty Five"
"Ah – shit," and with that she threw off the covers and walked over to her closet. She was wearing red cotton panties – the type you put on before passing out after drunkenly bringing a guy home. She had no top on and I could just see the curve of her breasts as she walked into the closet.
A Future Lawyer (part 2) [MF, FF, MFF, MFFM, MFM] [Inc] [Oral] [Fsub]
Dad pulled the boat along side of the only other boat out tonight.
“You lookin’ to trade?” the man on the other boat yelled over to us.
“Yeah. We’ve got my daughter, here.” he said, bobbing his head in my general direction. “Those two yours?” he added. He pointed to two young women on the other boat. One was pretty tall and thin. She had long blonde hair and was wearing a really cute black bikini with big red flowers on it. She filled out the top great. The other was short with dark brown hair. It looked almost black against her tanned olive skin. Her hair was cut very short, shaved tight on the sides and the back. She was wearing tight white shorts with a brown-gray shirt. The shirt was pulled tight over her breasts. Clearly she was very perky. The shirt didn’t touch the girl’s skin anywhere between the tips of her nipples and where it was tucked into her shorts.
“Yeah. My daughter and my brother’s daughter. Your’s looks pretty old.”
What an asshole. I wasn’t old. Certainly older than those girls, but 26 was hardly old. I wanted to yell out at him, but I knew I shouldn’t.
I got an amazing blowjob from a hot milf last week for fitting a washing machine!
I was work as an electrician and was on a job in that heatwave we had over here in England last week, my friend who owns a load of property called me as one of his tenants had a washing machine delivered and it needed fitting, he was working down south an knew I was in the rough area so asked if I could do him a favour and fit it. I agreed an he passed my number to Amy his tenant.She called an I arranged to pop round at lunch time to fit it for her.
I knock on the house around midday an it's so hot I'm melting on the doorstep. The door opens and this really fit woman greats me in a pair of tiny denim shorts that barely concealed her pert ass an a skimpy bikini top that her tits were dying to fall out of. Amy is about 22 years old with dyed red hair a cracking body and really ice blue eyes. I made a cheeky comment about her greeting everyone at the door dressed like that an that the postie must love to deliver here. She laughed it off as she invited me in a made me a cold drink while I pulled out the old washer and threw the new one in. Was not fun dragging that thing into my van in the heat!
Late Night Same Room Fuck MFMF
Late one Saturday night I was at my friend Josh's studio apartment hanging out. His girlfriend Amy and her friend and his ex Jess came over. I always thought Jess was hot, Josh told me he'd be OK if anything happened with us. They were broken up for about 6 months. Jess had long black hair, fair skin, freckles, curvy, d-cups, a nice big ass. A contrast from his new girlfriend, Amy, very skinny, tall, blond, b cups. We all watched some movies, drank more than a bit. Jess and I talked a lot, very flirty, good chemistry, we always had a bit before. She seemed a bit put off by all the PDA from Josh and Amy's new relationship. Funny thing though was she was guilty of the same thing, jealous streak! I did tell her that I thought she was nicer than Amy… told her that I prefer my women like her, a bit thicker, she seemed very happy about that. It was about 1am and Josh said they were tired so they were going to bed and we could use the large sofa to stay up. So, lights out on the bed part of the studio, TV still lighting the room, everyone gets down to shirts and underwear. Amy and Josh go to the other side of the room/studio and get into bed, it was in a small part of the room just behind the left side of the TV. I see Jess undress to her tank top and red panties that cover her huge ass for her size, did my best to hide my hard on as she layed down on the opposite end of the couch. Off to watch some late night TV.
The Slut Chronicles [f/m]
This is one of many of our stories. This is from a few years ago now but we're still at it.
Prostitution, and the art of marketing to the XXXXL customer.
During my time as a prostitute (I don’t like the term escort for various reason), the agency I worked for had a certain number of high value ‘clients’. Many of these clients were loyal to the agency but a few were loyal to specific women, so when those women left the agency, retaining the client was something that could be difficult. However the agency always very focused on having a small client base, always went to extreme lengths go get them back.
Freebie’s are not usually a big marketing tool for most escort agencies. However if the agency knew a client had the capability to pay, then they’d sometimes consider it.
The departure of one particular girl from the agency left several regulars to be hoovered up by the other girls. One man however wasn’t for hoovering, let’s call him Harry and he was a league by himself.
As a prostitute you learn early on, how to handle the morbidly obese, and Harry was almost into disability territory he was so fat. I’d first met him about 3 months previously, when he’d booked a threesome with his regular girl and me.
Shawna: Roma Revenge – Part I – The Metamorphosis [nc, MF, mast]
My name is Shawna. At least, according to my license it is. I used to be Shawn Milner, a relatively successful businessman with a bit of a drinking habit. I had lived as Shawn for twenty-seven very satisfied years, taking what I wanted from life and giving it my charming company in return. Even when that company was unwanted.
I was handsome, bold, strong… I really had it all. Not that I didn’t work hard at some of it; it takes more than wishful thinking and good genes to earn a square chest and a six-pack. But the art of communication, the gift of manipulating people? That came naturally to me, and I had no problem reaping its benefits.
I still remember the party that changed my life. It was a business function, after-hours drinking in the office. I suggested to Maria, one of our younger interns, that she should stick by me for the evening. Didn’t really give her a choice, to be honest. A strong personality can be like that.
Maria was smoking hot. She reminded me of that slutty-looking girl in that Disney movie, the one with the hunchback, but with more clothes on. I’d set my sights on her, but she was playing hard to get, acting like she just wanted to be friends. I’d have been fine with that, except that I wanted a piece of her. So I spent the party nursing one drink in a red plastic cup while making sure she had considerably more than that. Granted, there’s nothing wrong with fetching a lady a drink when she’s thirsty. Not at all.
Crushing up a few allergy pills into the drink, on the other hand, is more of a gray area.
At the time I didn’t see anything wrong with what I was doing. Or at least I didn’t let myself see. I justified what I was doing, telling myself that she was obviously drinking like a fish, and she’d get wasted eventually, so there was nothing too bad about giving her a little nudge in the right direction. And besides, there was like a fifty-fifty chance that she’d wake up, remember nothing, and thank me for taking care of her. So I felt no guilt – consciously, at least – when I dragged her down to the parking lot and into my car. And I felt even less guilt when I pulled the car over, leaned back her seat, pushed up her skirt and shoved myself inside of her.
The really hilarious thing is, it wasn’t even that good. I barely lasted a minute, pumping into her at an awkward angle, and I came before I was ready to. I had planned to shoot it over her chest or face or something, but instead I exploded mid-thrust inside her. That was probably my real mistake.
I took her home and laid her on my couch, then went up to bed. The next morning, she was gone, and I had a hangover so bad I wasn’t even sure what had happened wasn’t some weird dream. It couldn’t be, though, because I found Maria’s panties in the pocket of my slacks when I went to toss them in the laundry bin.
Maria didn’t show up to work the next week, but nobody said anything to me. I was starting to think that I’d gotten away with my little indiscretion and had pretty much put it out of my mind by Friday night.
Saturday morning proved how hasty that had been.