My Chair; My Goddess, My Conflict – [Str8] [Mf]

"How the Fuck did I end up here?" is the first thought passing through my mind as I walked through the door and saw her there in my wingback leather chair with nothing on but her pink cotton undergarments and a pouty fuck me face. Those big eyes, and that short brown boy cut had been the source of fantasy for many a faps. I had wanted her since I saw her, this girl is a goddess in both mind and body, and yet what the fuck was I going to do now that we were here.

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Three months ago my wife and I filed an order of seperation. We agreed that for now this marriage was over and we were both would see and fuck whoever the hell we pleased. Despite the agreement, the last thing she said to me as were walking out of the attorney's office was, "Don't fuck Chey, that'll mess your daughter up."

Chey was 22 and I was 37, the chances of that coupling occuring were nonexistent as far as I was concerned. Don't get me wrong, no man with two working eyes doesn't want to fuck Chey, but there wasn't much she'd need from me that her college peers already throwing themselves at her weren't able to provide. Read more »

In front of my mother’s sleeping neighbor [mF] [oral][holdthemoan]

I originally posted part of this to the holdthemoan subreddit, and then learned of this sub, and decided to share.

When I was 16 my mother lived across the hall from a couple of gals that were roommates. One was in her 60s (Bonnie), the other in her early 30s. I go over there one day to get something, and find the younger one is putting up stringers and stuff for Bonnie's birthday, while Bonnie is knocked out drunk on the couch. She asks me for help with decorating, since it needs to be finished before Bonnie wakes back up.

These thoughts of the occasions when she's been flirtatious with me flash through my head. I was mostly sure that I could get her; if I could ever get her alone. But that was impossible, since my mother was smart enough to not let me be there alone with her, and Bonnie hardly ever left the apartment regardless. There I was, in a situation where we were finally "alone" enough to get away with stuff, but not so alone that my mother would come busting shit up. It was the perfect scenario. The best of both worlds. Read more »

Temptation of a Social Worker Ch 02

Matthew was making his way back home from Walmart with a truck full of college dorm room furniture for his daughter. Tomorrow will be Stacy's first night in the dorms and Matthew wanted to be sure his only child had the necessities she needed and more. Being a single-parent and raising a daughter was tough but since the passing of his wife 13 years ago Matthew has done nothing but dedicate himself towards being the best father he can be. Stacy was still packing her things at the house when he decided to leave to go shopping and surprise her with some furniture.

As Matthew drove up to his garage he was surprised to see that still only Ted's car was parked their driveway and Elizabeth's Volvo was again nowhere to be seen. The two of them are normally home at this hour especially on a weekday. Just as Matthew pulled into this garage he spotted the Volvo in his rearview mirror. She was parked across the street from her house and sitting in the driver's seat reapplying her makeup. You are so cute that you don't even need makeup to give me a boner Baby. Matthew shut off the ignition and began walking up to Elizabeth's car just to make some small talk. He actually wanted to check out his hot neighbor again so he can pleasure himself to images of her later at night like he always does. Read more »

Temptation of a Social Worker (Thx for Reading! Just expressing my [F]antasy)

The Meticulous Social Worker who gets the Perfectionist Fucked out of her.

Elizabeth gave the mirror a last glance before she headed off for work. A social worker should always have a professional demeanor and appearance. Elizabeth being the perfectionist that she is she would not let a single strand of hair be unkempt in her pony tail. Standing before the mirror was a third generation Japanese-American Sansei woman. She is proud of her heritage however her only regret was not learning Japanese from her grandmother. Elizabeth brushed off a small bit of lint off her grey pant suit before grabbing her keys and purse and briskly walked out the door.

"Hi, Matthew! Good Morning!" Elizabeth chirped as she walked to her car.

Her neighbor Matthew was out watering the lawn as usual. His most favorite part of the day was catching a glimpse of Elizabeth as she walks to her car accompanied by the sounds of her high heels clicking on the pavement each morning. Matthew couldn't help but just stare as the 5'2 petite Asian girl got into her car. The pant suit was tight on her ass and her collared shirt was disappointingly buttoned just before her cleavage line. Read more »

Carol

Had it been a scheme? Oh, definitely. If I went to box fit surely I'd feel better and look better and Jack would start giving me the sex I deserved. It meant an hour a week with Steve, a former army officer turned fitness facist, and fifteen other women. Big and small, old and young, who had signed up to shape up and stayed for Steve. Confidence increased and the outfits got skimpier and tighter.

Carol quickly became my sparring partner. Short but curvy, tits spilling over her sports bra. She always stood at the front for stretches giving Steve an eyeful of her cleavage and me a face full of her firm, thick ass. She carried herself with a confidence that only a mature woman who had seen the world could. Some of the girls disliked her, said she was a man eater, that she'd had more husbands than anyone cared to remember. Sometimes we chatted after class, I would watch her raise her cigarette to her full lips, deliberately wrapping her rosy flesh around the stick, licking her lips before each puff to stop her lipstick staining the butt.

"Josie," she said suddenly. "How about lunch?" Read more »

The Ride Home by Tristan Kane (MC, MF)

 The sound of laughter filled the room of the beach city’s local comedy club as the sixty or so guests were being entertained. The room was filled to capacity not an empty seat in the house, red carpets and dimly lit tables were scattered randomly across the floor. It felt great to laugh, she thought to herself as she glanced at her husband seated next to her. He smiled back and she could see his gaze move from her almond brown eyes to her pink lip liner covered lips, on down her neck to the top straps of her tight black dress. His eyes slowly surveyed every inch of her moving to her cleavage exposed from the top of her low cut dress. The look in his eyes was one of lust and she was sure the temperature in the room must have increased about ten degrees in an instant. She tilted back a blue bottle of ice cold beer and told the waitress to bring two more. The waitress acknowledged and scurried out of sight in a flash. She felt great, buzzed slightly but thought to herself “I deserve this”, since it had been about eleven months since she had a sip of alcohol. A date night alone was truly a special evening for her and her husband. The night had been perfect, and he complemented her on the choice of venue since neither one of them had been to a comedy club in their lives. She loved when he complemented her, and felt a euphoria from the encouraging words from him and possibly a little from the alcohol. About thirty minutes later, the final comedian stepped off the stage and she felt a little depressed that her night was about to end. Down the steps and outside of the club, the air was breezy and warm with a smell of ocean and sand. People were everywhere in front of the two story business complex due to the close proximity to the restaurants on the first floor. She smiled when he grabbed her hand and walking slightly ahead of her sort of pulled her toward the parking garage where their vehicle was waiting. He pulled out a pack of Camels and lit two Menthol lights, one for each of them. The taste was cool against the back of her throat, and it gave her mouth a slightly refreshing feeling. They walked hand in hand across two busy streets until they reached the second level where their car was parked. He held open her door and she moved in for a slow passionate kiss, then pulled away and slid elegantly into the passenger seat. She watched him close the car door with a low thud and as he was walking around to the driver’s side, she did something completely spontaneous, she quickly removed her panties. She watched him like a hawk as he slid into his seat behind the steering wheel and when he looked at her she held up her laced aqua colored thongs, twirling them around her right index finger. Admiring his surprise, she dropped the panties onto the center console between them and then slowly pulled her dress up revealing her wet pussy underneath. A tiny black spot of hair finally showed him she had prepared for this night in advance. She lifted her right hand in the air and with her finger motioned for him to come to her. He obeyed her every command, like a slave to its master. He moved close to her and slid his left hand up her smooth silky legs and rested it when he reached the wet spot between her thighs. He gently slid his fingers up and down rubbing her clit, and then inserted one finger, then two into her pussy. In and out he pushed and pulled his hand from inside her to the lips and back again. Kissing and moaning they both became two horny beings ready to fuck. After a few minutes, she pushed him away and said “drive”. As he put the gearshift into reverse, she placed her hand on his crotch and then undid his belt. She moved closer and unbuttoned his jeans sliding the zipper down with skills only she possessed. He started out of the parking garage as she finally pulled his cock through the slit of his black boxers exposing his penis to the cool air of the atmosphere. He quickly moved the vehicle to the highway headed towards home, and she swallowed his rock hard cock in her mouth. She loved the way the rigid head of his cock felt as she moved her tongue across it and pushed it into her mouth. The twenty minute drive to their house on Alabama Avenue was the perfect amount of time for her to get him to close to orgasm. It was exactly what she wanted, him to be so horny that he couldn’t resist her any longer. He pulled into their driveway under the cover of night and she finally stopped sucking, his pants were soaked from her saliva that had dripped from her mouth. Reaching under his seat she found the electronic controls, and used it to move his leather seat all the way back. Using his left hand he found the handle and tilted his seat down low. Smiling and giggling, she pulled the straps down from her shoulders to her stomach exposing her engorged breasts to him. She quickly flipped her black high heel shoes to the floor and climbed on top of him. He was sucking her breast and already had grabbed hold of her ass as she grabbed his cock and slid it into her wet pussy. The car shook violently in the driveway as she bounced up and down onto his balls below. Their lips were touching, licking, sucking, and biting each other, tongues dancing in each others mouths as she pressed her chest into his. She moved her full soft lips to his ear lobe and then down to his neck, all the while her wet pussy was sliding over his warm juicy cock. Up and down, in and out, it slid between her lips. The sensation, the tingling was growing from her lips up her body and she screamed as she cummed all over his lap. She slowed her ride because of the intensity and sensitivity she felt. Grabbing her ass with both hands he used his strength to push her up and down over his soaking wet cock. Each time his cock exited she felt as if she couldn’t take anymore, but then when he pushed his dick back in she screamed with excitement. Violently pulling her up and down, she could feel the cock grow to a swell, and finally felt the cum fire against her. She let it linger inside her, loving the connection it made and leaning to his ear she said “we should go on dates more often”.

Mr. Lawrence Breeding, Esquire [M/f, M/F, preg, nc, victorian]

Mr. Lawrence Breeding, Esquire by DiscipleN

"Mrs. Caravell, I could hardly mistake your predicament, but I never offer compensation for the rigors and expenses required to manage this particular condition. You must look to your husband. That is his role in society. Our bargain was at an end four months ago." Lawrence inhaled his lungs full of Turkish opium fumes to indicate his conclusion of the discussion.

"But sir, my husband, he's sick. You led me to believe you would provide for us. My Henry has consumed the total of your most generous original gratuity. Can I not persuade you that… Hey! let go of me!"

"I'll remind the lady of her modesty, outside, Mr. Breeding, sir." The butler grasp the woman firmly and bowed slightly.

"Thank you, Smith. Ahhh. You may fuck her for all I care." Lawrence exhaled. He debated his greater enjoyment, to fill one's lungs with the sharp toxins or to breath them into a piteous, pregnant woman's mask of terror.

"Brute! This child is yours. Have you no love for your blood?" Read more »

Time for a tune up [MF]

Pulling into the mechanics, you knew you were late. Kids and husbands do that to a lady. You made the appointment but life had a way of causing things to not work out. You called ahead to let them know, Mike answered and said it would be ok. You've been going to this spot for a few years and the guys here always took good care of your car.

Walking into the door, you notice its quiet. Very quiet. Looking at the clock on the wall, you know why. Its almost closing time. Good thing you only needed an oil change and tire alignment. Mike was usually quick with these little tasks. You look around and see him, staring at a computer screen. He hasn't noticed you walked in yet.

Mike was young. Mid 20s. Almost 6 feet tall with broad shoulders. His big brown eyes gave away a kindness. He always wore a smile on his face. His dirty blond hair was messy from a long day of work. His overalls were stained with the efforts of constantly striving to make his customers happy. You notice his large hands, covered in grime, moved with confidence. Mike has been doing this for years. Read more »

High School 3

Some of the bathrooms at my high school only hold one person. I went into the wrong one, and found Ol. She was fully dressed and washing her hands. I said, "Sorry," and she replied, "That's alright. My class is so boring right now." I suggested that she stall before she went back to class. She said, "Well, let's do something together." At that, she walked behind me and closed the door. She turned the lock, then pushed me against the wall.

Her ass looked perfect in her tight yoga pants, and she was very hot. She pulled down my jeans, then proceeded to grind her ass on me. Only my boxers and her yoga pants separated our skin. I gained ferocity, and I picked her up and pushed her into the sink, where she was in a bent over position. I ripped off my boxers and stuck my dick through her tight, thin yoga pants and they ripped. My dick went into her ass, and from there I ripped off the rest of her pants. Read more »