miiiiightve just done one of the sluttiest things ive done yet [FM]

i was incredibly hormonal and awful this afternoon; my fiancé had had me suck him off the night before, and it had gotten me so so wet. when i asked him to get me off, he refused, and eventually i fell asleep dripping and incredibly unfulfilled. as a result of that, i picked a dumb fight while i was at work and blew up at him. i knew if i was gonna have any fucking hope of keeping myself together, i had to get fucked.

while i was at work, this guy came in, wearing a wedding ring but absolutely flirting with me. i was wearing a tiny lil black semi see thru crop top (no bra), and a tiny lil wrap around plaid skirt that had a split almost up to my pussy (no panties) and obviously made a point to bend over to show off for him. i passed him my # in his purchase, and not even a full minute after he left, he was txting and asking what i was doing after work. i replied “u 😜”. he told me that if we were gonna do this, we’d have to be so so so careful because – get this – he would have to host me because his wife would hear if he left but id have to be so quiet.

[Fictional][F32/F32/M35/M33][Cuckold][Sharing] – Becoming my Wife’s and Bull’s Girlfriend’s Cuckold

(This story is completely fictional. I wrote it just for fun so the events and characters in this story are not real.)

A little bit of backstory is needed before I get into the main focus of this story. Me and my wife (Nicole) had recently agreed to open up in our relationship. More so on her side of things. I had expressed my desire to be her cuckold. We had been married for a few years and it was always something I wanted to explore, it wasn’t like our marriage needed external sexual help, we were actually having a great and fulfilling sex life but this was something that had been nagging at me and it would be numerous long, loving discussion before we agreed to it. Even after we agreed to it, it wasn’t as if she just jumped into bed with another man instantly, it would still be a few months before anything actually happened.

The View Up Close [19M/23M] [Exhibitionism] [Voyeur/Stalking] [Femboy Maids] [Handjob] [Blowjob]

“Watch out!”

I didn’t listen to my friend’s warning, and ended up taking a nasty tumble.

I was used to climbing mountains, looking for birds. That’s what I was doing that Saturday afternoon. I had spent a little too much looking up through binoculars and not enough looking down at my feet. End result? Me walking over the edge of a steep cliff. It had been a painful couple of hours, and then a boring couple of days in the hospital while they let the bones start to set and fitted me for a cast. It was good to finally be home, albeit in a wheelchair, to have some peace and quiet.

I was under doctor’s orders to keep this cast on for at least six weeks. But that was fine – I had health insurance and an extended leave policy that I was taking full advantage of. And besides, who could get bored with a world’s worth of information at their fingertips? The weather outside is all nasty and stormy right now anyways, and the middle of August was a pretty tough time to be outdoors in this part of the country. According to the people at the hospital, I should be back in walking shape by fall, and then it’ll be time to get outdoorsy again. Wind and rain howled at the window as I stretched out at my desk and brought up social media.

The Girl in the Foggy Woods [Dark] [Forceful Femdom] [Cunnilingus]

You don’t remember getting to the patch of dark moss in the forest. That has been erased from your head. Erased by the woman sitting open legged on the floor, moss cushioning around her hips. She has a pale blue dress on that reaches her ankles and is damp from the mist surrounding you. You see that she has very full breasts pressing against the fabric. Who is she? She looks at you as if she hears you think it. Her eyes are full of lust. She is hungry.

All of a sudden you fall to your knees, an unknown force buckling your legs and pulling your chest to the moss. She reaches a clawed hand out to your damp hair. Her fingernails scrape your scalp, prickling the skin on your neck.

“Fresh.” She says. “Open.” Her lips are very pale but juicy. You don’t understand her. She means your mouth.

She pulls your entire body with one arm along the forest floor and using the other arm brushes her dress away from her stomach. Reaching her arm back behind her she pushes her cunt into your face. The dark mound of hair brushing your nose. The tangy smell is strong. You feel yourself all at once absolutely submit to this strange woman you have never met. Her skin is soft and squishy and you want her to use you.

Hazy thoughts [a.k.a Daddy can’t stop thinking about what a perfect little slut you were as I fucked your brains out all weekend]

A few minutes shy of midnight I finally pull into our driveway, work kept me much longer than I preferred and it was a long sigh that escaped my lips, stretching as Itry to loosen the tension from my shoulders. Thankfully it wasn’t my job that had me pent up, mine was a sweeter torture. Having spent all weekend using you like the needy little slut that you are, putting you firmly in your place as I claimed you with reckless abandon. Fucking you savagely in any position I pleased, holding back not an ounce cause I knew my perfect little fucktoy could handle everything that her Daddy had to give her. Because there is nowhere that my good girl would rather be than underneath me, full to the brim with her Daddy, exactly where you belong. Thoughts of all the time spent using and fucking you the past two days consumed my mind. I could not go two minutes sitting at my desk without my mind picturing you desperate and begging for your Daddy’s cock, aching to be bent over and fucked into submission. Causing my slacks to strain as I imagined doing just that to you, grinning knowing that I will do exactly that to you again tonight.

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Categorized as Erotica

couldnt stop fucking on a country road

BLM land Peep show

Scene – just past dusk, out in the country, high desert, back roads, barely paved and no real lines or signs to speak of. At the time, me- M 36, handsome and fit. Her- 45 F drop dead gorgeous and we both found out we are insatiable sex addicts, addicted to each others bodies and finding new ways and new reasons to orgasm… and BLM land out here, means public property folks can go wheelin on and such, usually need a 4×4.

One for the Somnophiles [a.k.a Daddy’s favourite way to wake you up]

You always looked so pretty in your sleep. Strands of auburn hair splayed across your face, rosy cheeks puffing in and out slowly in the deep, rhythmic breaths of slumber. I stood there for more than a few moments just taking the sight in. It almost seemed a pity to disturb my sleeping beauty’s rest, but the hungry smirk that covered my face bore the truth of my intentions. Pulling back your covers to reveal your nightwear, just a loose tank top and panties were all you wore to bed, the sight of which stoked the fire that burned within me to a greater heat. Approaching your bed as I loosen my tie, doffing both that and my shirt. Letting them fall the floor as I kneel on your bed.

Christmas BBW [MF]

As ever, I’ve changed names for anonymity. Three stories here, all from one night; each time, the action starts at xxx if you want to skip to it.

Introductions:

I’m Dan – since I became single, I’ve been doing a load of exercise, so along with my broad shoulders (which are my favourite feature), I’ve also managed to give myself a six-pack… as long as I’m standing in a particular light, at a particular angle. My cock is average length, but a bit girthier than average, and cut.

I’ve known Tracey for a decade or so, but haven’t seen her for a good few years. She is really attractive; above the neck, she’s very pretty, with neck-length brown hair, she looks a bit like a thinner Chrissy Metz. Below the neck, she is on the large side, with enormous breasts, and they’re quite prominent (they don’t slide around the side, I mean); her torso still has that “triangle” shape in that her chest is wider than her stomach and hips. She’s bigger than average around the stomach and thighs, so I think she’s heavier than “thiccc”; she certainly calls *herself* fat. I can see why some people wouldn’t be attracted to her, and why she’s self-conscious about her weight, but if you’re a boob guy – and I am! – she is *incredibly* attractive. As a reference, I’d say she’s some combination of Chrissy Metz and Angel Deluca, and maybe Simone Staxxx (but white).

I had a blindfolded, unprotected gangbang with three guys from the bar and my husband. [FM]

Last summer my husband and I were at the bar across the street from our house. After a few drinks I had an overwhelming desire to fuck someone new so I walked up to a group of three guys and began making out with one of them before moving onto the next. I asked if any of them wanted to go home with me, they looked around to see if they were getting punked before following us home.

The second we walked in the door I stripped down to nothing and handed my husband my shirt before telling them that I wanted to be used however they wanted – on one condition: that they all cum in my pussy. I told my husband to blindfold me with me shirt which he did before he threw me onto the couch.

I laid back and felt two cocks position themselves on my hands, one was long, thin and circumcised while the other was girthier but shorter and uncircumcised. I began to stroke them, causing them to quickly swell to full mast under my touch.

wanted to cross the country by using my mouth, ended up barely crossing a couple state lines [FM]

I had realized that my love of sucking cock set me apart from the other girls I knew. I just couldn’t get enough. Cocks are so beautiful, no two the same, and guys seemed so grateful to have theirs sucked.

I got invited to parties, and weekends away, I made (guy) friends, I never once had to pay for weed or alcohol. As a fourth year, I had a boyfriend again. He said he’d never cum from oral and then when I could do it, it’s all he wanted. He really liked keeping his cock in my mouth during a movie. Until suddenly he didn’t. He broke up with me because he didn’t like “my obsession” as he put it.

And so that summer I was feeling reckless and silly and heartbroken, like maybe it’d be hot and adventurous to hitchhike across the country. I bought a taser and a cell phone (this was a while ago, people didn’t all have cell phones). I told a guy I was friends with my plan, and he said he’d check in on it every once in a while and make sure I was okay.