Stepmom taken by my best friend

The following is a true story…of my friend fucking my stepmom.

My friend David and I grew up together in the same rural neighborhood. David is 3 years older than I, but we still would hang out at each other’s houses because there just weren’t that many guys around. David eventually graduated from high school and went off to college across the State. We would still hang out on a regular basis when he was home for the summer and on break. My stepmom (Lena) liked him because he took care of me in high school and wouldn’t let anyone pick on me. I think David hung out with me because he liked my stepmom.

David would be considered the alpha male of our high school group we hung with. David is 6’1” tall and very well built. He always got the girls, while I was always the little guy in the neighborhood. Whenever I got obnoxious David would say, “Evan, you have a smoking hot stepmom. Someday I’m going to fuck her with my 9” dick, Just to piss me off. I didn’t say anything because I feared he might hit me or something.
David always had a thing for my stepmom (now 37). Read more »

A suite experience [FM]

Who is this pale nervous creature, I wonder as I gaze in the mirror, touching up my eyeliner and checking that my lips aren’t too sticky from the gloss. The butterflies are unforgiving today. Should I ditch? I mean, what do I really know about this guy? We met once. Had a few drinks, compared Spotify playlists, had a drunken romp in the taxi ride back home…that was fun. There was chemistry there, no denying it. 
Urgh, he makes my heart flutter. Or is it the thought that he could be a psycho killer on a rampage and I’m his next victim? I let my mind muse on that for a while, as I often do. The macabre always has held a weird fascination for me.

I shake my head in frustration and cap the eyeliner: a perfectly winged eye after days. That has got to be a sign. No way am I gonna die the day I actually like how I look. I had on a tight black sheer top with a black satin bra underneath, perfectly accentuating my small but well-formed breasts, paired with a red leather mini skirt, black stockings, and booties. I’d been getting appreciative glances the entire night from random guys across the bar, even as I had allowed myself to peek under the table discreetly towards my date’s thigh area. The shine of his suit pants couldn’t disguise the slight raise in the fabric, which took on more prominence whenever I moved my hand up his legs, the last time dangerously close to the raised portion. His sharp intake of breath had been very rewarding.  Read more »

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The Maiden’s Tale (part two-the end) [Fantasy setting] (Mf) (mf) (watching) (oral) (painful) (faked virginity) (pregnancy)

CW: Spoiler for story – >!Torture of male genitals that lead to murdering him!<

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“My father and your mother were friends once,” he said with a sigh as he stroked my arm.

“Your mother was a goddess, she was radiant with darkly colored skin and jet black hair that fell in long tight curls. Richly violet eyes and just the softest, warmest embrace you could imagine. In many ways you are her physical opposite and your father’s mirror, but I think she chose to create you that way. You embodied her favorite parts of each of them,” he said, stroking his hand along my neck as he relayed information I should have known.

“Your father was the kindest man I’d ever known. Brilliant, too, but sadly gullible to fears. My father convinced him that the Gods would come for you because the child of a goddess and human could not be allowed to live, as Gods were selfish and would be jealous that she chose a plain human over one of them. They worked together for over a year to devise a way to keep you safe. In that time I was at your side, on protective duty under the guise of one child entertaining another while your mother watched over us both and our fathers toiled on their secret project.” Read more »

Taking sexy pictures behind my fiancé to other guys on Onlyfans

I really want to see how far I can go with Onlyfans and decide to make an account last week. Too my surprise I gain fans and earned lots of money by sending sexy pics of my body to other guys. And I did ask him before I made my Onlyfans, but I was more joking when I ask him. And he did not like the idea at all….. But I really wanted to try and so I made my account behind his back and have no plans to delete my account yet….

I know it’s wrong but having a secret is wrong especially my secret.

The pics on my account is sexy but I don’t show my face at all….

What should I do?!?

My Onlyfans is @skylie4skylie

Maybe I think it’s sexy but you guys think it’s not!?

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27 [M] my first shemale

A few years ago i was just swiping tinder as i did everyday, and one very interesting match came in. She was stunning! A beautiful smile and blue eyes with a long blonde hair. We hit it off, and little did i know. After a few days we planned to meet up at a bar downtown close to her place, she had just gotten back from work. We met up, she was just as beautiful as in the pics and huge boobs. And we talked, laughed and got way drunk! She suddenly said “wanna get out of here?” Yes, – Ofc i said. She lived close by and we went to her place, she opened a bottle of wine and we started making out. She strip down to her thong and i could suddenly see a bulge in her thong. She leaned in whispering “i bet im bigger then you” i was stunned as she dropped her thong and i could barely understand what was going on! But man! It was so hot! Rest is history! To be continued ?

Just Watching A Movie [FF]

After my first year of college, I moved in with a couple friends in a really nice place off campus. Three of us had all been roommates in our first year, but we decided to find a place with the girl who lived across the hall from us and her boyfriend. It took some time to get used to living with a guy, but the hardest part was realizing that the two girls I had been living with wanted to have a lot more fun in our second year.

I thought we were just going to go out every once in a while, but they went for it. They got to know our guy roommate a little better and started organizing more parties with a few of our other friends and his frat brothers. I played along for a bit, but I mostly wanted to stay away from all the crazy party energy. So, I usually hung out for a bit and then went down to our basement to hang out, watch TV, and game. Anyway, one night, they were throwing another party and our roommate who used to live across the hall from us invited all of her old roommates. I said hey to all of them and we hung out some, but then I started making my way to the basement door. Read more »

Six Shots: Truth or Dare (part one) [MF] [light binding] [husband/wife] [BJ] [Comforting Sex]

We were six shots in when my best friend’s wife, Bella, dared me to come sit on her lap. Admittedly, I was feeling quite into it at the time. I sat with both feet on one side of her legs and wrapped my arms around her neck to hold on to her. Tensing up as I felt her hand slide up my skirt on the side of my upper right thigh was inevitable. Wasn’t really expecting it, but I welcomed her curiosity.

She blushed brightly and motioned to her husband. It was his turn. She was staring at my chest as it rose and fell with each breath and I was looking over at my best friend, Phil, a drunken smile plastered on my face. He almost looked jealous as I lay my head against Bella’s shoulder, intending to be playful but actually being quite the tease.

He followed his wife’s gaze and noticed she was staring at me, his reaction was almost instant as he shifted in his seat and covered his growing erection with his clasped hands. Trying to be nonchalant, he turned to my husband, “Truth or Dare, Alex?” Read more »

[F4M] A sexy embrace, first time posting/ writing

He waited impatiently for her arrival. Time seemed to lag as the sun began to slowly set over the horizon. Many thoughts circulated in his head, he knew he wanted this more than anything. He couldn’t help his lustful ideas and daydreams when he saw her at work. Everyday was torture knowing he couldn’t have her until now. Brief eye contact and distant lip biting wasn`t enough for him. He knew she was younger, not significantly but enough to feel a slight unease. She was new at work, he was the experienced one. He wanted to rip her clothes of the minute she arrived but he knew to restrain himself. He wondered why he had to.

His buzzer echoed through the apartment; he sprung to let her in. The time between her arrival spiked his nerves. A few minutes later her knock intensified his heartbeat. He took a few deep breaths before opening the door. She greeted him with a smile stroking a stray hair behind her ear. He welcomed her in taking her coat revealing her body in a tight red dress. She observed the apartment giving herself a quick tour leaving him to watch her walk from room to room. Her figure swayed against the glow of the city lights. He imagined how she moved at work around him, filling his head with desirable ideas. Read more »

The Maiden’s Tale (part one) [Fantasy setting] [MF] [Sex in water] [Loving]

As a reclusive woman there were many rumors that swirled about me in the town below my chateau. Perched high atop a mountain, in a wooded valley near the crest, my home was seldom visited and I never saw reason to leave it. Of course, the occasional young man questing to murder the evil crone that resided within the walls of my home, or an older knight who’d heard tales of a beautiful young maiden cursed to sleep a thousand years, would sometimes wander into my garden but they were easy enough to either placate or avoid as I desired.

My favorite rumor, though, was that I was a ravishing witch with the power to claim the souls of even the purest of men without so much as touching them. Apparently, just gazing upon my form could lead a pious man to forsake his gods and offer himself up to me instead. While that has happened on occasion, it was not my actions, neither by smile nor touch, that caused it. It was simply a convenient lore they used as an excuse to satiate themselves of previously denied physical pleasure. I satisfied every need they presented me with. I took pity upon them. They returned my loving companionship with vile rumors of my treacherous beauty having corrupted their pure hearts. The blame fell on me for simply existing in a female form rather than accepting any responsibility for their own weak-willed and lustful nature. Read more »

Muslim Hotwife [MF]

Muslim Hotwife

I: Background (Jump to Section II if you just want to read about some action.)

This happened around September 1, 2020 in the suburbs of Salt Lake City, UT.

I met this couple–that’s a story for another day–around Christmas 2019. They were seeking a Bull, and thought I might fit the bill. I’m not sure why they approached me. I was reluctant, but after thinking it over I agreed. I’m a private person but the wife was sexy: Mid to late 20s, fit, 5’7″, light brown skin, South Asian accent. She’d agreed to my ground rules: no husband present until I was ready, no bareback, no pictures that included my face.

We hooked up more or less every week until early March, when the pandemic sent me home to the West Coast. The sex was still good but there was a burgeoning tension between us. She wanted to change the rules, and she wouldn’t shut up about it. She wanted bareback, and my suspicion was that she wanted her husband to taste me off her pussy. She wanted her husband in the room. And she once even mentioned, in a post coital reverie, that she wanted her husband to get me “ready for sex” (read: blow me) and “clean” me afterwards. Red flags everywhere. That pandemic came at just the right time for me. Read more »