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We were brought up in a conservative family being deprived of all the worldly pleasures we became curious 🙈
I think my sister just started to explore her body and asked me to help her out because she doesn’t know what to do.
Yes it was her first time to experience orgasm.
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My boyfriend and I had a threesome and he would not shut up about it. We had another and then another. He couldn’t get over watching me fuck another man right next to him. When I asked why, he said it felt like an out of body experience.
“I feel like I’m watching US fuck,” he said. “Or maybe it feels like you’re my personal porn star?”
“Your personal whore?” I asked.
He nodded. “Maybe …”
“I like it. I like how comfortable you are.”
“I don’t own you,” he said. “You’re a very sexual person. Just like I am. I understand you have urges. Getting to watch you with another man is very … freeing. You’re my girlfriend. I love you and I trust you and it turns me on to think about you with someone else.”
“You want me to fuck another guy without you there?”
His hands slip under my shirt, around my waist, pulling me into him. I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning into his touch. He pulls my shirt off, exposing my bra. He pushes me away to enjoy the view before unhooking it. I take his shirt off him so we can be skin to skin.
His hands drift up to carasess and explore my tits, laughing softly as his barest touch causes my nipples to harden and a breathy moan to escape my mouth. I move my hands down to tease his erection, encouraging him to pull me closer and kissing me deeply. One of his hands squeezes my arse, whilst the other tangles in my hair. My hands are around his waist, pressing myself into him.
He kisses down my neck and his hands tug off my jeans, he can feel that I am already wet for him. He pushes me against the door and spreads my legs as he pulls my pants down. On his knees, he uses his tongue to work my clit, one of my hands covers my mouth to stop myself moaning, the other is on the back of his head.
“How many times have I [sucked you off](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wesi8n/teaching_my_best_friend_how_to_give_head_25m24f/)?”
Ella looked up at me, doing her best to glare. She was sucking my dick [again](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wk2h4k/teaching_my_best_friend_how_to_give_head_pt_2/).
“I’ve obviously lost count. You blow me basically every time we [hang out now](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/yf5i31/my_best_friend_dressed_as_a_spooky_skeleton_for/).”
She started bobbing her head, her golden wavy locks bouncing in her loose ponytail. “Rwight, swo tschu shwould–”
“I can’t really understand you while I’m halfway down your throat. Hold that thought.” I grabbed the back of her head, spread my legs, wrapped my feet behind her ass–she was in nothing but a red thong–and pumped her hard into my lap.
Her French manicured nails dug into my inner thighs. “Mpmh! *Gluck gluck gluck gluck.*”
“Fuck. That’s it. A little bit…more.” I had both of my hands grasping her skull now, my fingers tensed against her crown as I drew closer to orgasm. Ella sputtered against me, a thick bubble of spit dripping down my ballsack as I slammed her nose against my pubic bone.
Then…
“Ah!”
I pushed her even harder onto my cock as I throbbed inside her windpipe. My sperm sprayed over her tongue, my cock rising and falling as it convulsed in orgasm. I could feel Ella desperately trying to swallow my massive, sticky load, her eyes watering as she looked up at me.
The beach we go to is known for the college crowd, and is also a thong friendly beach. Occasionally, I will lay out on the beach with a lip peeking out. Which is very easy to do in my micro zipper thong.
Hubby’s fantasy is for me to lay out on the beach in front of one of the houses being rented by a group of college guys. For me to leave my micro thong unzipped so my pussy is showing. Once I have gotten the guys attention, for me to ask them for a beer and join them for drinks. The whole time leaving my bottom unzipped, showing my pussy….and for me to let them touch, eat, and even fuck me if they want.
These days, you really weren’t able to go out and party much, at least not like you used to. Sure, you and your husband, and frequently your family, did fun things together, but it wasn’t like what it had been when you two were child free. Thankfully, tonight would end that dry streak.
You had spent the day practically vibrating in anticipation. The kids were away for the weekend, your work phone was off, and you had picked the perfect outfit. You had even teased your husband for a couple of days, making sure the sex would be mind blowing like it used to be. The last step was a taxi and a hotel. You both knew you’d be drunk, and the bar you wanted was across town.
It had always been kind of a sketchy one, hadn’t it? Even when you two met each other there. Darkly lit, cheap drinks. At least it was relatively safe and the music was good.
And that’s how you found yourself drunk. Not just the tipsy that you got with your friends. Not a bottle of wine after the kids are asleep. But college, staggering around, giggling at anything drunk. Still, you knew enough to keep your wits about you, even as it got later and later into the night.
So… I’ve always been a good girl. Not a perfect girl — but I don’t sleep around. There was that one guy when I was younger, but he dumped me when he got what he wanted, and I learned from that. Since then, I’ve kept my legs together, and now I’m nineteen. If I’m gonna be honest… guys my age are immature jerks. They are all over me for free handouts, and that’s not as flattering as they think.
And my parents are after to me to figure out what I’m going to do with my life, since I don’t have a college gig planned yet, and I’m not in a serious relationship. I’m doing part time at Hooters (don’t even fucking say it) and babysitting on the side. Hooters is good money — the tips are like triple what you get anywhere else. Yes, I know what the word objectification means, but the guys that eat there are less crude than what I see outside of work. My parents don’t love it, but they are the ones charging me rent, so I have to do something. So I figure it’s a start. It beats saying I’m still babysitting at nineteen.
When we go to the beach or the pool with friends, she uses to wear a bikini thong and topless. She has a big ass and a pair of beautiful tits.
I’m sure that our friends love the summer haha, playing volley with us while seeing her tits bounce and moving her ass in a bikini thong. I love too when we greet and say goodbye she is not ashamed to give them a hug, pressing her tits against their chest.
She makes me so horny seeing how shows and make contact her almost naked body to my friends.
This is part two. I encourage you to read the first part before this one.
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I pulled her hair and made her look up at me. I gave her a sweet kiss on the lips. “I love you, daddy” she said.
“I know, babygirl.”
I kissed her again, then stood up tall. I grabbed my dick and brought it to her lips. Such a little slut. She was so eager to shove it down her throat immediately. She fucking sucked my dick like her life depended on it. Fuck, I love the “glug glug glug “ sounds she makes. I grabbed the back of her head and began to fuck her skull. My balls would slap against her chin every time I pushed in deep. I kept fucking her throat. I knew she couldn’t breathe. I let go of her head, but she held it there. She kept it in her throat until she passed out.
I picked her up and wrapped a towel around her, then took her to the bedroom. After drying her small frame, I put lotion all over her soft body. Time to wake her up.
“Daddy, I want you to come home and hurt me. Humiliate me. Fuck me.”
As soon as I got that text, my cock started to twitch. My naughty slut was at home and she was getting needy. Lucky for her, I like needy. I like clingy. It’s crazy. If you ever saw her, you’d see this petite girl, maybe 5’1, 5’2. 110 pounds, wavy hair, and the cutest smile you’ve ever seen. When she wears her glasses, she looks so adorable. She works as a software engineer and God knows how patient and smart they are.
However, she’s so needy. She constantly needs to be touched. Whether that’s holding hands in public, or her wrapped around my leg as soon as I get home. You would never be able to tell how much of a whore she is for daddy. How nasty she can be.
She knew exactly what time I got off work. An hour before I got off, she sent me a video, wearing cute pink panties and a white T shirt. “Please come home daddy, I need you,” she said in the most innocent voice.