Giant Creampie – Part 2 [MF]

Coming down off that moment was special. We laid down on the couch spooning in the after glow. My cock half hard pressing into her entrance, as we talked and waited for the late night game to come on. There are those moments you have with another person where you are just happy in that moment being with them. That was one of them. Sally’s pussy leaking my cum, my head pushed onto her, and my arms around her body playing with her nipples which were slightly large for her B cup tits.

We laid there for a bit, in that position with our legs intertwined. I kissed her neck and told her I was a bit exhausted and wanted to go to bed. We walked into my bed room naked, a bit tipsy still and climbed into bed.

As we were spooning, Sally whispered into my ear how she wanted me back inside of her. I started to get harder and pressed back into her creamy pussy. I pushed bad in slowly as she leaned back and kissed me as I took her from behinds. We rocked back and forth as we made out. Her moaning as I felt myself pushing my cum in, out and all over her pussy.

My [F19] first time with the guy I had a huge crush on [M20] [First time]

I want to be kissed deeply, passionately with our tongues caressing each other so I can taste your sweet mouth and lips. Then you would grip my hips with desperation as we made out, not lowering your hands to my ass just yet because you’re still unsure. I want to run my hands down your torso and pull on your shirt to pull you closer to me then slide them up to your shoulders and wrap my arms around your neck. You would feel my hard nipples pressing against your chest as we make out. Your dick pressed up right against my pussy is getting slicker by the second as I got more and more turned on. Then you would lean towards me, making me lay down on my back as we kissed and lean back to take me in beneath you. You would look so handsome towering over me, looking at me as a whole not just at my body with lust and admiration in your eyes. You would tell me. “You’re so beautiful baby” And I probably couldn’t help but smile and look down as I’m not used to compliments but I whisper a small “Thank you.” that I’m not even sure you would hear.

Personal Yoga Teacher: (Noncon, dubcon, somnophilia, kidnapping) ALL PARTIES OVER 18

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I never explain in my CNC stories how consent was garnered. I have a post named “How I approach stories about CNC/R**p*ay” pinned on my page explaining why. CNC relationships come in all forms, including scenes that may seem/feel too real. I can assure you that since the stories are always starring me as the prey, I consent. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

I’ve been going to her Sunday yoga classes for some time now. “Good morning everyone, welcome to the class. How is everyone doing today?” She asks the class in her soft, almost whispered tone. We all respond similarly, she smiles. I could tell you the class is really relaxing & good for my health. Both of those things would be factual. However, I go to watch her. The mirrors that line the walls in the room make it easy. “In the corner, you will see cards. If you are comfortable with hands-on adjustments from me, grab a black card. If you are not, grab a red. Put this at the front of your mat.” Everyone got up and grabbed their preferred card, returning to their mats.

My Visit to Cape Town, Part 1 [bdsm] [real] [femdom] [extreme] [oc] [f48/m43]

This story is based on a real life experience with Mistress April of Cape Town, SA. I simply hope that the retelling of it can match the intensity of this recent visit.

I had already been in Cape Town for more than 24 hours. The 14-plus hour overnight, non-stop flight from Newark to the tip of South Africa had truly wiped me out. After arriving after 5pm local time, getting through customs and getting checked in at my hotel, I was ready for bed, even without dinner. Now after a restful sleep, and two perfect, Michelin-chef-prepared meals, my true reason for being here was starting to set in.

I had an alarm set for 8am Tuesday morning, when Mistress April advised I could email her to let her know I was ready to meet. As I laid on the bed awake from 4:30AM on, time could not have passed any slower. As I flipped through the collection of videos I had downloaded, my dominant hand fondled my cock and balls – it was truly an act of self-torture as I had been on a month-long moratorium on cumming in preparation for this visit. The dull ache in my balls simply varied in intensity, but never really went away. As the time ticked away, and my very visual imagination kicked in and his fondling turned to stroking as I thought about what the later hours of the day had in store.

In The Eyes of God Pt. 1 (m/f) (Church) (18+) (Straight)

This is one of my first few times writing in this genre so any constructive criticism is welcome. I hope you enjoy

For 18 yr old Caleb going to church on Sunday was something he only did because of his mother. Caleb absolutely hated going because in his eyes it was just a way they government indoctrinated it’s people. He didn’t believe that there was some higher power who pulled the strings of what we call life. But if he had to go to church at least he would get to see his best friend Cherish.

Caleb and Cherish had been friends since they met in Sunday school back when they were in 3rd grade. He always had a crush on her, and he felt like she felt the same about him but he was always too nervous to make a move. Cherish was the definition of a southern bell; She was the preacher’s daughter, and she had long blonde hair, eyes as blue as the ocean, and a body that would make a model blush. Caleb knew that she was out of his league; because Caleb was a big guy weighing in at 280lbs but on his 6’4 frame he carried it well but definitely Well enough for a girl like Cherish to be interested in him. Well all that was about to change!

I fucked my friend’s boyfriend (M36/F34) (Anal)

Beth and I had been friends for at least five years and she had been dating Chase for around six months. While at lunch with Beth and Chase, I mentioned that I really needed a good deep tissue massage. Beth immediately volunteered Chase. She said he has been working as a massage therapist for a few years and has great reviews. I viewed his website and reviews and he seemed legit. Chase even said he would come to my place so we scheduled the deep tissue massage for the next Wednesday at 7pm.
That Wednesday Chase arrived promptly. He was dressed in black slacks and a white button up shirt. He had green eyes, sandy blonde hair, was about 6’1, and medium build. He had me undress and lay on the side of my bed with a light blanket over me. He lit candles and played a nice relaxing Playlist.
The massage was going amazing. He oiled my body and worked out tons of knots in my upper back. Then he made his way to my lower body. By this point I was so relaxed I was almost half awake. His hands felt strong as he massaged my legs. He began to massage my upper thighs and I could feel the lightest touch of his finger graze the lip of my pussy. I didn’t think it was intentional and felt immediately ashamed at how aroused I felt. It had been 8 months since I had any type of sexual touch and I couldn’t stop the inside of my pussy from getting wet. He repeated this for awhile, moving from one side to the other. He began to massage my ass and it was only then that I realized the blanket was no longer covering me. He gently stretched my cheeks apart and began to massage the back of my vulva. I knew I should tell him to stop but it felt amazing. He stopped rubbing my ass and I could feel him straddle me and lean into my ear, “You are extremely tense. Just trust me, we are going to release some of it ok?”
“Ok” I whispered
“Do you want me to go light with what’s next or stick with the deep tissue?” He asked in a deep whisper..
He slowly and gently began to rub my vulva with his hand and his middle finger found my clit.
“Oohh” I moaned quietly.
“Gentle or deep?” He asked again as his my wetness began to drip out of me and onto his hand and fingers.
“Deeeep” I groaned.
With that he spread my legs and entered my pussy with two fingers. He filled me until he was knuckle deep and roughly pressed into my walls. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding into him.
He fucked me hard with his fingers and I could feel myself ready to cum when he slid his thumb into my ass. He slowly slid it in and out and as his fingers pressed into the walls of my soaking wet pussy and his thumb went as far into my ass as it could I came.
“Ohhh. Ohhh. Fuck. Ohhh fuuuckk” I moaned as my body shoke from the orgasm. He pulled his fingers out of me and turned me over. He sat in the middle of the bed with his cock out. He guided me onto his lap and I began riding him, both us sitting up. I leaned back and slid my pussy up and down his cock. I watched him watching his cock move in and out of me. He played with my tits and nipples as I kept all of his cock buried in my pussy and grinded him.
He slid his finger back in my ass and pulled me into him.
“You like when I play with your ass?” He asked as he grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked my head back.
“Ohhh yes. Don’t stop” I moaned.
“Ride my dick with your ass.”
I pulled his cock out of my pussy and slowly let him enter my ass. As the head of his cock made way I could feel him stretch me. It hurt but I didn’t stop. We stayed slow until he began to glide more easily in and out of my ass.
“God damn” he groaned as I increased my pace.
Then he grabbed my hips and I wrapped my arms around him as he began pounding my ass. He held my body in place as he rammed himself in and out of me.
I dug my nails into his back and was in between moaning and screaming when I started to cum again.
“Ohhh yes pound my ass. Oh God don’t stop Chase. Fuuuuuck. I’m cumming. Chase I’m cumming. Ohhhh. Ohhhh.” He slammed himself into me one last time and held himself in me as he loaded my asshole full of his thick hot cum. I climbed off of him and we began to get dressed. “We need to keep that tension under control. I’ll see you next week.”

stalking you [NC]

you were the first victim that had been this easy. Maybe it was a cumulation of all the practice, maybe it was a different town. Or maybe you were just oblivious.

It all started after I sold my last conquest; she had gotten too complacent, too used to it. She wouldn’t even scream when I took her asshole. And to think she had been a virgin a couple of weeks ago…

But then there was you, in the same position as the last girl. New to the city, full of hopes, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt you were destined for great things.

Also like the last girl, you were struggling. That’s the thing they don’t really tell people, that those who make it are an anomaly. The rest either leave, find some sad supporting job, or break. And I was here to make sure you took the third route.

That’s how I found myself at your restaurant. I made sure to avoid you as my server so I could just observe. You can learn a lot from just observing pet. For instance, that you had been trapped here for almost 7 years. that you still hadn’t broken. That you were funded by an extreme amount of debt.

Kinky Wife Kinky Life

Megan’s husband, Derrick, was a great guy that treated Megan like a queen. He was a white guy, had an average build, and was overall a good looking man. She wouldn’t change a thing about him, except for his cock. It was 5-6 inches in length on a good day and the girth was nothing too impressive. It was more pale than the rest of his body and circumcised. Overall, just an average and unsatisfying cock.

Megan would often find herself thinking about other men. A typical tall, dark, and handsome man with some muscle but most importantly a long and girthy cock to fill her up. She would watch porn and masturbate to the idea of being filled up with big fat cock. One that would force her pussy lips to wrap around it tightly as it slid inside and outside of her.She would cum just thinking about it.

One night she had a dream about somebody other than her husband. He was a six foot, muscular latino man with a strong jaw line. He was wearing a maroon robe that was loosely tied around his body. As he walked towards her, she could see his cock hanging down low and swaying back and forth with each step he took. When he got closer, she could smell his masculine scent and it made her pussy tingle and wet. When he reached her, he stopped and looked at her for a moment.

Wren’s Virginity: Bullied Guy Gets the Popular Girl [FM]

Lately I’ve been reading the stories posted by u/Flimsy-Pear-7212 and it often gets me reflective of my own Steven, so I thought I would share a story of my own. I hope the back story isn’t too much and I hope y’all enjoy!

My name is Corrine, Wren for short to those closest to me. I was always the popular girl in high school. Cheerleader, Ballet Dancer, Prom Queen, and Valedictorian. I was in the popular crowd, but mostly by association rather than choice. But typical high school anxieties and needing acceptance kind of made me stay. It’s not that I didn’t like the people, but I didn’t like some of the things they did.

You see, my parents were self-made and lucked out in life, but taught me to be humble. I was a “miracle baby,” and though I had access to anything I ever wanted, I had to work for it. Additionally, I was raised in the church and while my family is open-minded, I held firm to saving myself for marriage.

Fun night [Group]

This happened back in the 90’s. My future wife Annika (then gf) and I went out to see a local band at a bar. My buddy Tony met us there with his newish girlfriend Helen. Tony and I were friends in the army. He got out after I did and was employed as a heavy equipment operator working commercial construction. He was of Italian heritage 5’11, 195 lbs, medium length black hair, hairy all over, and muscular. Strong hairy handed Tony. In the barracks we’d joke about his swarthy gorilla ancestors. Tony was good humored and was liked by all. Helen was around 5’7″, 130 lbs, with long black hair. She was here from Greece on a student visa in a natural sciences exchange program. Helen had an olive complexion, C’ish size tits, narrow waist, and big hips. Real head turner with an adorable energetic Greek accent. You already know what Annika and I look like from our profile. Imagine 25 years or so younger with tighter skin.