Fulfilling Her Calling

It was a night like any other, except it wasn’t. She was standing there in the bathroom touching up her lipstick and taking one last look at her lingerie in the mirror. It was a beautiful shade of red which matched her lipstick just so perfectly that when she saw it in the store the day before she knew it was meant to be.

She looked down at her phone and it blinked 7:58 PM. Her heart which had already been racing picked up the pace and her hands began to tremble. Thank god she thought that this happened now and not a few minutes ago when she was applying her makeup.

She knew that when that clock struck 8:00 PM that her life was about to change forever. She made her way down the stairs and waited by the door on her knees like they had fantasized so many times before. They had talked about this day for so long and finally it was happening, she was about to fulfill her calling. She was about to be bred. She had yearned to be a mother for as long as she could remember. Most girls dreamed about their wedding, which she did too but she also dreamed about the day she would start a family with her man.

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I lost my friend Tom over this, but I’m not sorry. [MF][MFF][21M][21F]

I lost my friend the night myself and two friends went out with three girls we picked up a bar on a ski trip. Names have been changed to protect the innocent.

Ok, this is going to take some explaining. Tom, Me (I’ll be Dick, lol) and Harry were in college and on a late winter snowboard trip. We were all single at the time and in pretty good shape. I was confident we could find some fun in Lake Tahoe. This was like, 8 years ago, before covid obviously.

We were out at one of the bars in the village and I saw a pretty girl from across the bar looking at Harry. I think to myself, here’s our chance. She was with a group of friends, so I told Harry to go over. This dude was slick and got laid like a dog. We were all rightfully jealous. Harry goes over, things go well, now we’re sitting with all 5 of them.

We all had a really good time, but one of them definitely drank too much and needed to go back to her room. I thought that was the end of it. We paid the tab and left to get in the hot tub at the hotel.

Cuckquean Quickie #6 [cuckquean, mf, 30s, 20s]

Honey, she was the dirtiest fucking slut I ever met with her slim waist and big tits, and the tightest little pussy you ever did fuck, waxed clean, except for a thin red strip, perfect for burying your nose in when sucking on her sweet little clit.

Oh, and the sounds she made when you ate that pussy. Fuck, that was almost enough to make you cum by itself. The little moans and the gasps she rubbed her pussy against your face as if she was constantly on the brink of an earth-shattering orgasm. Honestly, you’ve never had pussy like it.

“Don’t stop,” she would beg. “Eat my pussy like you want me to eat your asshole.” The mouth on this girl. I’d never had a woman eat my ass, but the way the words came out of her mouth sounded like I’d been waiting my whole life for this moment. Maybe I had, for the moment she said that I redoubled my efforts, sliding my tongue deep inside her, kissing her entrance as I tasted her sweetest of holes.

[M]y sexually [f]rustrated pregnant coworker (pt 3)

*Part 1 and 2 can be found on my page*

I stood there for a second looking at her and she answered any question that may have crossed my mind. “I want you to get off too and I want to fuck me. And you can inside me, you can’t get me more pregnant than I already am”.

I wasn’t going to argue with that! I unzipped my pants, dropped them and my briefs to the floor and sunk my already hard cock right into her pregnant cheating pussy. It was so tight and still so wet, but she was a perfect fit. I reached under her shirt and played with her nipples as I slowly thrusted in and out.

I worked like that for a couple of minutes, really just feeling everything I possibly could and enjoying her tight grip on my cock. But that ended when she said “fuck me harder!” So I reached up and grabbed the back of her neck so that her head wouldn’t hit the wall and started to slam into her like I never had on anyone before.

[FM] The Time I Offered My Ass And Everyone Could Hear

I had one of my more sexually adventurous moments with my dorm mates during freshman year. It was a school night – so naturally, we were up late drinking. We started playing never have I ever in on of my suitemates rooms. There were about 8 of us in a tiny room- so it was pretty crowded.

I ended up sharing a bed with Blaise. Blaise was pretty hot, and our flirting was constant but hadn’t lead to anywhere yet. Tonight seemed like the night tho. Everyone seemed to be pairing off to hook up and the stars seemed to align for this to be the night it would happen for us.

We started playing never have I ever. It’s a game where you hold all your fingers up – whoever’s turn it is says something crazy that they have done – anyone else who has done that thing has to put a finger down and take a drink. It’s a great game for finding who the sluts are – and I knew it would probably work to my advantage.

[M]y sexually [f]rustrated pregnant coworker (pt 2)

*Go to my part 1 for the lead up. The good stuff starts here*

To preface, that day wasn’t very different from most days as far as her attire goes. She had been wearing perfectly accentuated yoga pants and a company t-shirt everyday since she started showing. I for one, was not complaining. We met at the desks near the bathroom and she went in first. I gave it a minute or two (which felt like an eternity) and then knocked for her to let me in. I closed and locked the door behind us and then it was on.

I picked her up by her ass and set her on top of the cabinet, having already planned this out over and over throughout the day. I leaned her back up against the wall and lifted her legs up, pulling her yoga pants off to reveal her modest but cute panties. I had never seen her open her eyes so wide and breath so hard than at that moment.

[M]y sexually [f]rustrated pregnant coworker (pt 1)

I’ve been working at this job for a little over a year now and it’s a small company of about 30 people. I get along with most everyone but have become pretty good flirty friends with this girl that works here. We never really pushed anything other than making playful comments back and forth because she’s engaged. Not that it really mattered after all, but anyway…

She’s 22 years old, about 5 foot 2, maybe, and about 100 pounds soaking wet. Super cute, nerdy girl-next-door type but with amazing proportions. I’m 32, a 6 foot, stocky kinda guy with a bit of a dad bod. Needless to say, I could toss her around if I wanted to and I do.

A couple of months ago she was just getting into her third trimester and we were having a conversation at lunch in the break room. She told me that she had recently started getting very turned on all the time her fiancé had barely touched her since she started really showing. Before I could stop the words from coming out of my mouth, I said “Man, I would love to help you with that problem”. She blushed redder than I had ever seen her and I thought I had messed up. Before she could say anything, a couple people came into the break room with their food and that was the end of the conversation. We finished our lunches in silence, me fully expecting to get yanked into HR for going too far.

Picking Daisies: Part I [34M / 20F] [Slow Open] [Dub Con]

It was a walk I made daily. I’d stroll through the park, grass blowing gently with the summer winds of a tender afternoon in New York City. Often, I sported my tweed suit, an old-timey business cap, and an armful of bound papers. There existed a shorter commute. I could high-tail it down 36th and take the back alley out in front of the deli that constantly reeked of old pork loins and arrive at the patent office in about half the time.

It wasn’t the smell that deterred me. Nor was it the gross expediency and efficiency. Oh contrare, it was something truly magnetic that pulled me through the park each morning. My dutiful walk through the park was dedicated to the college girls who had made an early morning ritual out of practicing on the nearby sand courts.

Of course, for a man of my age and stature, it was certainly frowned upon, if not downright improper to make such an open display of observation of my sweet morning daisies. And, being the socially conscious gentleman that I am, I took care to implement the appropriate measures to remain perfectly inconspicuous; so as not to disturb the snouts of any old pigs lurking about. And what of my swaying daisies? Each was decorated differently and stirred this indecent man into fits of passion that neither drink nor drug could replicate.

I [F]37 am 4 months pregnant carrying the baby of a 19[M] college student that was a virgin before we met

Back in September, I had been looking for a younger baby daddy to knock me up so I could have my second child. This guy messaged me that was 19 and in college in Manhattan, but originally from Georgia. He was 6’1” skinny and fit/muscular, light skinned half African American half Korean. He messaged me that not only was he a virgin but he was willing to father a child with me.

We first met up back in September and I took his virginity at my house by riding his 7 inch BBC on my sofa one Saturday morning. I let him cum inside as he couldn’t really control it being his first time plus I was trying to get pregnant off his seed.

Naturally the first time we fucked was not successful in conceiving but we kept trying, we fucked on about a dozen different occasions until finally I tested positive for being pregnant back in December.

Lust for the Warrior [fantasy][M20s, F40s][blowjob][light bondage][light domination][cheating]

Even from my box seat, high above the dry, dusty arena floor, I could see the sweat gleaming on the toned bodies of the warriors below. It made their skin glimmer in the sunlight as their muscles rippled; each thrust and parry sent a shiver of excitement through my body. I haven’t been touched in so long, I thought with a frustrated groan. My husband had been abroad for almost a year, away at Court, and I was yearning for satisfaction.

I wondered what he would have thought of this, of these men with their powerful bodies and primitive weapons attacking each other like animals. He would have found it barbaric – and while, yes, it was crude and savage, there was something oddly arousing to the spectacle. The gladiators were skilled and fleet of foot, their attacks an intricate dance. I found my thoughts drifting to speculation of their talents in…less violent arenas.

I shifted my weight, squeezing my legs together to grind into my seat, and bit my lip. Thank the Gods for the private box! I had no interest in company right now, not when I had discovered the tantalizing appeal of oiled warriors. I signaled for a refill of wine and sat back to enjoy the show.