[MF] PISSED all over a Redditors TITS

Hey! Sooooo… I’m back lol. I needed to take a break from Reddit but I’m back. Don’t know how long tho. Anyway… here’s a dirty TRUE story!

I was meeting with this girl from Reddit who is nearby, we met like 3 or 4 times total, always had fun! We liked exploring stuff, I was the first to eat her ass, first to lick her pussy clean after she peed, and first to piss on her!

We are both subs so we did stuff with each other. We talked about trying piss stuff today, and we were nervous. She wanted to be pissed on and to be honest, I’ve never peed on someone.. I’ve been peed on, and I swallowed piss, but never pissed on someone else. She had HUGE tits and wanted me to piss on them.

Things started normal, with making out and clothes coming off, me eating her out and her sucking on my 8 inch hard cock. She likes me grabbing her head and pushing her head down on my cock, she could barely not deepthroat me. Well I got her down on my cock, and I look and joke, “well.. I could pee on your tits or I could let go now and make you swallow it” I could tell she was nervous lol, we both know I wouldn’t do that since it wasn’t discussed but I HAD to tease her lol.

I’m in need of your cum, and I want to tell you all the parts of my body I want you to cum on. [f21][cum] [cum fetish]

Cum inside of me. My pussy is your cum collector, and I need you to cum as much as you can inside of it. Spread my legs, spread my tight pussy, and fuck me. Do whatever you need to do to my body and pussy in order to cum. Fuck me hard and fuck me deep. Fuck me until you’re on the edge of cumming, and then fuck me even deeper…and deeper…until you cum. Feed my pussy your cum, and don’t you dare pull out of me until my pussy has soaked it all up. My pussy needs every last drop of your cum. Once it gets it, that’s when you can slide your cock out and watch as your cum drips out of me. Don’t just sit there, though; I want you to reach out and catch the cum trickling out of me with your hands. I want you to feed it to me. I want to lick it off the palms of your hands and suck it off your fingertips.

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[MMF] How I Achieved the Pinnacle of Slutdom with Roller Skating Injuries and a UTI

It was a crisp, cloudy Fall Monday morning in the Upper Midwest, and I [F44] woke up in the boutique hotel room feeling a lot of discomfort.

Sadly it wasn’t soreness from all the fucking I did the day before but from the fall I took at a kids’ birthday party at the roller rink attempting a crossover turn.

On top of the knee twist pain and bruising, I realized I felt a constant burning sensation in my urethra. Then I remembered. “Fuck! I diddled my pink after playing up in his stink yesterday!”

The timing couldn’t have been worse. My slutty ass had big plans for the evening.

To back up for a second, I’m probably more, ahem, progressive, than your average middle aged married mom. I’m in an open marriage and have not one, but two quality friends-with-benefits in my collection.

And both of these guys can fuuuuuck.

Minnesota Mike aka MNM [M38] was there in the hotel room with me that morning. It was his pretty cock I’d been riding at the time I made the terrible awful decision to move my right index finger from his taint directly to my clit.

Morning Light, Part 2 [F20s M30s] [female pleasure] [gentle femdom] [switch]

“It’s late morning now. The curtains are drawn and clear sunlight illuminates the bedroom. We lay on top of the covers while I idly trace lines between your moles – your ‘beauty dots’ as you call them, the French way. Each dot I find adds a new angle to the abstract drawing. I wander around your contours, connecting your ribs, your belly button, beneath your breast. In fine detail I admire your silky skin and your soft curves.

‘You’re beautiful,’ I say.

At first you look surprised, caught off guard. You open your mouth, then close it. ‘Oh…’ you stammer, flustered. You look down. ‘Thank you.’

‘It’s just the truth.’ I lift your chin. Your big, brown eyes are full of affection and gentleness, but there’s also a faraway sadness in them. I kiss your forehead.

‘You’re too sweet,’ you say.

I kiss you again, this time on the lips, this time lingering.

Our eyes close.

We sigh.

Without warning I feel you grabbing the front of my boxer shorts. My eyes snap open and I see the corners of your mouth twitch upward. You do an adorably poor job trying to conceal your devious grin. Your fingers wrap around my semi-erect bulge and immediately my blood starts rushing, each heartbeat making me larger in your hand.

My first hotwife experience [MF]

A few years ago I was in a London pub on a Friday night and wound up talking to Kiera. She was dressed well, classic black number, gold ear rings and a delicate necklace that subtly drew the attention down. She had a great figure, full and curvy, and was a little older than me which was a nice surprise. I’d always had a thing for older women but never really got the chance to talk to them.

My friends had moved on to the next bar so we were left alone. The conversation was fun. She was eloquent and witty, and things were getting a little bit flirty. She explained she was visiting for work, asked me what the dating scene was like in london and wanted fun stories about nights out.

We’d been sharing a bottle of Malbec and carefully inching closer to each other as the night meandered on, and it was only when she went to pay that I noticed a flash of silver on her left ring finger.

“Is that a wedding ring?” I asked, slightly shocked.

“It is,” she replied with a hint of a smile.

The Best Sex EVER?! That’s What He Said … [mf] [oral [squirt] [creampie] [swallow]

**If this story makes you cum, DM me and tell me what part you liked the most!**

I love working from home. I was sitting on my sofa, an episode of Below Deck playing in the background while I edited a memo. On my coffee table, a glass of champagne. It was 11:45 in the morning. Why not?

Once I finished the memo, I sighed.

Now what? Another episode of Below Deck was ready to go, but I was feeling a little horny. I went into my bedroom and pulled my vibrator out of my nightstand. I tossed my laptop into the bed, pulled up some porn and got to work, pressing the toy lightly against my clit while it buzzed away.

I was particularly creamy. I scooped up some of the juices that ran down my thigh and licked them clean, tasting myself. Porn was great. My vibrator was great. But I needed a DICK. There were a couple of guys I had on rotation. One text and I could be on my back, legs over their shoulders, getting the deep dicking I needed.

[F30s/M30s] [D/S] The Alleyway

We met online and our chemistry was so undeniable, we couldn’t stop but sext eachother 24/7. When we finally met up we couldn’t keep our hands off eachother. I spent 3 days in his hometown and the stories I could tell…..

The one day I wore an outfit he especially liked, a white t-shirt crop top with flowers and pale blue jean shorts with golden sandals. Being a 40g in the bust, no matter how covered up I was, he still couldn’t keep his eyes off of me. We were walking down the street, his arm around my waist and his hands continuously grabbing for my ass. I whispered in his ear “we need to get back to the hotel now before I let you fuck me in the middle of the sidewalk” The look in his eyes made me realize he was taking it as an opportunity.

🔥 Hot Freight 🔥[32F 36M] [Coworkers] [Taboo] [Cheating] [Rough sex] [Office setting] [Risky] [Slow burn] [Escaping a dead marriage]

Hey everybody! This time I decided to write a long slow burn story. I hope you enjoy, and don’t forget to upvote, share, or follow me for more!

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Tiffany glanced down at the ID badge as it swung from the lanyard around her neck. She was sitting in the passenger seat of her husband’s car as he drive her to work. Her shoulders were draped by a pink cardigan, and beneath that her ample curves were hugged by a black T-shirt and cream colored slacks.

“How much longer do I have to do this?” he asked.

“The mechanic said it would only be a few days,” she replied.

“But it’s been a week since the accident.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.”

After a pause he asked, “What did the doctor say about the brace?”

“He said I’d have to wear it until we can schedule the surgery on my wrist.”

He sighed, “Which is shaping up to be never. You’re going to have to deal with this for the rest of your life, dear. Get used to it.”

Let me help (text convo, MF, MFF fantasy, 30+)

Text message convo with my boyfriend:

Me: hey babe, you busy?

Him: No, what’s up

Me: Wellll, I’m super horny right now, I was wondering if you have some time to “help”

Him: hahah yes I do, what are you doing?

Me: well Im currently at my desk, rubbing my finger up and down my clit over my leggings

Him: mmmm I bet you smell amazing. How wet are you? Can you feel it thru your leggings?

Me: yes, my finger is getting wet. I can smell how sweet I am.

Him: good taken off your top and send me a picture of those amazing nipples

(I do what I’m told, licking my own nipple. I know he loves my big boobs)

Him: mmm fuck me. I know you’re thinking about the time when we fucked Rebecca together. She was really loving your nipples

Me: omg you know me so well. She is beautiful, remember how soaked her and I were while we kissed? I thought I was going to cum when she sucked my tongue

Him: ooohh her tongue. The feeling of her tongue running up and down my cock felt so good

The Mormon Apostate and the Bishop’s Wife [M|F, 18-30s][religious innocence][exhibition]

**Title: The Apostate and the Bishop’s Wife**

“Bishop James, hello.”

“Brother Smith! Well gosh, I’ve been missing you. I –”

“I’m gonna stop you there.” It comes out louder than I meant. “I came to church for one reason.”

Everyone in the foyer looks at me. I didn’t mean to draw a crowd, but fuck it. “I need to tell you to your face that I’m done with this Godforsaken church. Mormonism is bull-fucking-shit and you are a fucked up, power-hungry, overly-chastity-preaching cancer for all these people.” I turn to his wife. “You deserve better.”

I feel like I’m floating as I leave, and I can’t suppress the grin. People talking – about me and to me – are muffled noise.

As I’m opening my car door, she calls out. “Shep!”

“Oh – Sister James. Hi.” She cuts across the lot at twice the speed I did, “What are you –”

“Call me Julie.” She catches her breath. “Please.”

“Right. Julie.”

“You – that was amazing.” She pauses. “What you said.”