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Casual Throat (deepthroat, schoolgirl, freeuse, large insertion)

*Every character in this story is 18+. Be warned that the penises are unrealistically large.*

“Any questions so far?”

Aisha had shown her the cafeteria, the library, the gymnasium… All places that start looking the same when you get transferred as often as Ella did because of her father’s work. But she had heard rumors about this school that, if true, would drastically set it apart.

“Is it true that blowjobs are really casual here? Like, instead of saying hi, a guy will pull out his dick and stick it down your throat.”

“It’s… well… yeah.” Aisha took a few moments to compose herself. This was a hard fact to spin in a positive light. Though Ella found this whole blowjob culture fascinating, it was obviously an embarrassing topic for the kind of girl who volunteers to give tours to transfer students.

Ella always tried her best to not judge books by their covers and expected the same in kind, but from Aisha’s sweater and jeans (not even skinny jeans!), the girl’s cover was that of an instruction manual. Ella knew that the proper way to attract attention without standing out was to be a blonde girl with tight black leggings and a white belly shirt. Dress like everyone else but let your ass set you apart. Read more »

The Tethered Maid [BDSM][femsub][self bondage][fiction!]

Today I am to dust and tidy the main library. The mansion has many rooms and I have not seen them all but the library is among my favorites.

The smells of old paper and furniture polish. The cool calm quiet amid the book lined shelves. The soothing glow of the reading lights. The books themselves, worn and bound with aged leather. Such unusual titles such exotic illustrations.

I wear my maids uniform. A white blouse, black knee length skirt, a starched white maids cap, black stockings and underwear though my brassiere is white so as to not show through my blouse. A black ribbon encircles my throat. I draw the line at a collar when I am working. The collar is for when you have me in the subcellars and then I wear little else.

Whatever the eccentricities of my duties I still have to clean and I am on my feet a lot while I work (except for those times you require me in other positions) so I wear black athletic shoes. As you know I enjoy many forms of discomfort but sore feet is not one of them. Read more »

[30F] Finally letting my husband in on my little secret – Part 3 [Cheating Reveal] [Cuckolding] [Femdom]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/comments/xkjzem/nsfw_provost_dean_cuckolds_my30f_husband_26m_mf/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/comments/xl4y5s/30f_husband_doesnt_know_im_meeting_my_boss_for/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Part 3

/// Recap: I’m a ginger girl in her early 30s. I teach sociology at a small college and am married to a software developer. He’s younger than me – 24, very smart, and very sweet. He spends a lot of time with his computer working. We’ve only been together for a couple years, but we have a special bond. He was honest with me early on about being submissive, his interest in cuckoldry, and assorted power dynamics. I like to make my husband happy, and the power trip is a turn on.

Speaking of power trips, my new boss is becoming a problem. He is a provost at the college, and propositioned me in his office. He’s pushy, older, heavyset, and hung – just my type. The problem is that he is taking advantage of me in more ways than one. I enjoy how he is pushing himself at me, but the way he is using pictures and video crosses some boundaries. I love the sex, but I have to work closely with him every day. I’m not sure I trust him with all of his power and influence, but I have no intention of stopping yet. /// Read more »

Bound for pleasure Part 2… [F35/M50] [BDSM] [CONS] [ANAL] [TOY] [EDGING]

The story continues… but this time from your side…

I lay there, my arms and legs stretched out like a starfish, my head turned to one side, able only to catch a glimpse of him through the corner of my eye. All I could taste was the spiciness of my own cum, as it oozed from the sodden panties crushed into my mouth.

I had no choice but to swallow it down, every thick juicy mouthful reminding me of the pleasure that had just passed.

I was acutely aware of how widely spread my legs were and how, from standing behind me, he could see every millimetre of my open wet pussy, every tiny hair that I’d missed shaving and every pinky-brown little wrinkle of my ass. I felt so vulnerable, yet also in control. Yes, I was an instrument of his pleasure, but in doing so I was taking every inch of my own pleasure in going to places where I had never been before.

The tension and silence were unbearable. When was he going to make a next move? Whatever was he going to do next? The seconds passed in an eternity, becoming minutes and still I waited, slightly tensed, wondering how it would feel if he used that multi-stranded leather whip on my tender ass. Read more »

[FF] Jill’s First Time

Please read The Jock 2.0 before this as it’s a continuation of my training of Jill.

As we laid on the bed together after Jill’s orgasm, I continued to stroke her soft skin with my nails. We lay there silently after she said she wanted to try to please me but didn’t know how. Honestly, I wasn’t sure exactly how to tell her. LeeAnne, my freshman RA and fuck buddy, had shown me everything about making love to a woman but there wasn’t really any instruction…we just let it happen naturally. This was new territory.

Jill asked me about my experience with other women and I shared about my relationship with LeeAnne. She was very interested in hearing about our experiences and how that really impacted my sexuality and understanding of myself. While it was a casual conversation, it was incredibly sexually charged. I noticed, as we talked, Jill’s hand began to stroke my thigh casually. Just meandering along my skin, causing me to have goosebumps. I’ve always been a cold person so I grabbed my throw blanket and pulled it over us. Read more »

Winter break fun with my ex gf, Josie [MFF 21] part 16

My parents had breakfast and left Josie, Amy and me to clean up the dishes. For some reason my mom did not care that three of us were there, even though a few days earlier, she thought it was inappropriate when Josie and I were alone in the house. She did not realize how inappropriate the three of us could be. I think my mom thought Amy was a good girl.

Josie was wearing one of my tshirts that she slept in and Amy had on flannel pajama pants and a tshirt. We chatted as we cleaned up the dishes from breakfast.

I said, “So, what did you guys do last night?”

Josie looked over at Amy and said, “Your gf over there licked me for a very long time and…uh…it was a very good time.”

Amy chimed in, “And your ex gf over there returned the favor for quite a long time. We put our pajamas back on in case anyone peaked their head in the door, but Josie was curled up behind me and I think she had a hand up my shirt on one of my tits all night. At least that’s how I woke up.” Read more »

Make me feel good [M35F35][Oral]

I feel like I’m drowning. I’m suffocating and I’m tired of fucking adulting. My daily routine is overwhelming me because of it’s redundant normalcy. Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t given up on life. I’ve given up on living. There’s a difference. I don’t want to die. I just don’t want to be bothered. Most of the time I don’t feel like company. I’m annoyed easily by everything and everyone. Is this depression? Maybe. Whatever it is I’m content with it. All I do is work. All I’ve been doing is making sure others obtain their goals. I’ve tried to be an entrepeneur. But every market seems saturated. Every idea I come up with and get excited about seems to already have thousands of people doing it already. I can’t find my winning niche. I’ve tried investing but I’ve had more losses than gains. I’m just tired. I’m tired of the endless failures.
I’ve just turned 35 and I’ve been single for 2 years now. I won’t take full blame for my last relationship. I will say that I had a hand in sabotaging it. Maybe I should’ve took some time to myself to heal before entering that relationship from another previous one. It grew toxic. I grew bitter. We grew apart after trying to stick it out for 6 years.
So now I’m here sitting in a restaurant reflecting while waiting on my date. My coworker Taylor practically begged to fix me up with someone. She was relentless in her efforts. I finally conceded. Working together over the years grew our bond. Although I always declined her invites to functions, she never stopped asking. She was full of life, always broke, promiscuous, non judgmental, and wholeheartedly optimistic. Sometimes it felt like it was her life’s mission to get me to laugh or smile. She caught me on a good day when she asked for the 15th time to set me up. So now here I am waiting on my blind date who’s 5 minutes late now. Strike one!
If he didn’t show up it would be his loss. I hadn’t had sex in 2 years and I planned on letting him be my one night stand. My only requirement was he didn’t get 3 strikes from me by the end of the night. It wasn’t looking good for him at this point. He’s already a strike down.
I saw a man come into the restaurant with a bouquet of roses. He was so well groomed I figured it couldn’t be my guy. But the host pointed my way. The beads of sweat began to form on my forehead. How in the hell did Taylor know him? Did she fuck him? How could she not? He was fine! When he spoke to me I damn near lost it. His voice was deep DEEP! How the hell was he single?
“Hey beautiful. I’m sorry I’m late I couldn’t find a parking spot. I’ll try my best to make it up to you”
Strike reversed I thought. How could I be mad at this fine specimen of a man?
“ It’s fine.” I tried to sound unbothered and sexy at the same time.
“ I hope you like roses “
“ Thank you”
I smelled the roses and our waiter offered to put them at the front til we were ready to leave. She took our orders and disappeared with the roses. For some reason I was immediately comfortable with him. There was something about his demeanor that was inviting and it allowed me to let my guard down.
We talked for hours. We were the last ones to leave the restaurant. He opened up to me about being depressed for almost a year. He use to be a day trader but lost everything. Covid had turned the markets upside down and nothing made sense. We bonded over talking about investments. He was intelligent with several degrees so he was already working for a Fortune 500 company and looking to start a business. We bonded over that too as I told him about my failures.
I didn’t give him a single strike the entire night. My pussy was well aware of this fact as it began to throb. I was yearning for him with every subtle touch he would give me. After I told him I took a Uber he offered to give me a ride home. I let him and invited him in when we arrived at my house. He accepted.
As I was putting the key into my door he whispered in my ear.
“I want to make you feel good tonight”
I smiled without facing him. I opened the door and once we stepped in he closed it behind us. I was too thirsty. I’d planned on offering him a drink but I undressed in the living room and offered myself to him instead. He got on his knees in front of me and spread my legs while I was still standing. He grabbed my ass and pulled me into him. His mouth was perfectly aligned with my pussy. He started licking me up and down and kissing it. He was making love to my pussy with his mouth and it felt so damn good I almost lost my balance. We both giggled but didn’t say anything. He picked me up and carried me to the couch. He sat me down and went back to work. He was sucking on me, licking on me, and like he’d known me forever, he was loving on me. It was all about my pleasure and pleasing me. He moved his right arm up my body. He massaged my breast and then he inserted two of his fingers in my mouth. I sucked the shit out of his fingers. I was suctioning them with my mouth bobbing on them. I wanted to give him a glimpse of what he had me eagerly wanting to do to him. He removed his wet fingers from my mouth and inserted them in me. I gasped. He definitely knew what he was doing and it was a beautiful feeling. My pussy danced to the movement and sound of his tongue. My body egged him on thrusting me into his face to keep the rhythm going. We motioned together going faster and faster. I was leaking and he was slurping it up without missing a beat. He knew I was cumming. He removed his fingers replaced it with his tongue and grabbed on to my ass. My clitoris was rubbing against his mustache making me tingle all over. His tongue fucked me harder and harder. I snatched every letter from alphabet except O and sang that motherfucker!
“ Oooooooooooooooooo”
I exploded! I was panting like a dehydrated dog.
He wiped his mouth and smiled.
I was attempting to remove his pant to return the favor but he stopped me.
“You can take care of me on our next date“
I smiled because just like that I was back in a happy place. The thought of tonight would keep me blissful until the next time.

Stepping up our toy play [mf] [20s-30s]

I remember trying something new with my wife. We had been using a very realistic dildo together on her for some several months, often to get her warmed up before intercourse. Tonight seemed like it would be more of the same, but I was in for a surprise.

We had spent the evening watching a sexy romantic comedy, and when it was over, my wife kissed me warmly, took my hand, and guided us to the bedroom. I felt like a teenager as we removed our clothes along the way. Our kisses became more frantic as our hands moved over each other’s bodies. Then she pulled me to the bed on top of her. Kissing my way down to her breast, I flicked her nipple with my tongue, as my hand sought out the treasure between her legs. Her wetness provided obvious confirmation of her arousal, if I had any lingering doubts.

With one finger, I gathered juices from her steaming hole, then began to paint them in circles around her clit. She pulled my face back up to her lips and kissed me deeply, moaning at the sensations she was experiencing, her hips beginning to move to try to guide the efforts of my hand. But I continued to tease. My fingers lightly brushed her lower lips, then away, then back with a finger dipping only slightly for more juice, then up and around her clit again – never quite touching it. Read more »

She said no sex on the first date [MF]

Here’s another Tinder success when I was still living in the Bay Area(now in Phoenix). We’ll call her Jess. Jess was this 25-year-old 5’7 slim, lighter-skinned Chinese girl that I had matched with on Tinder. We had talked about both wanting to find an FWB, but Jess was adamant about NO sex on the first date, which I was ok with. But…she didn’t say I couldn’t eat her

We eventually met up at bar in Castro Valley with Jess wearing a cute little dress and wearing some big, although sexy, glasses. We had a few drinks, chatted and laugh, and decided to go for a walk down the street. My car was parked onto the street and thus we made our way in that direction.

Being a bit tipsy from the drinks we intimately held hands the entire walk before stopping where my car was parked. Once at my car we I lean in for a kiss with Jess that turned into a hot make-up session, which after a few minutes I invited her into my car. She irresistibly agreed and we went into the back set to continue wrapping our tongues around each other. Read more »