Pussy Envy [f/m] [oral]

“I *love* this pussy”, my man says to me, “Oh god, I *love* this pussy!”

It makes me kind of… uncomfortable; and I don’t really know why. I love how much you love my pussy but, Babe… what about *me?*

“Mmm, I love this wet pussy so much, Baby”, he whines one last time as we lock eyes.

Hot. I love it when my man talks to me while he plays with my pussy. And it feels so fucking good. But I can’t help but focus on how much he *loves* my pussy. I think I’m getting jealous. Yes, I’m actually *jealous* of my lady parts. She (yes, she) is soo cool… I could never. Thinking about it makes me want to stop the show altogether. I begin to daydream about my pussy being a sort of alter ego of mine. She’s super cool, popular, well-liked, and adored. For some reason, I don’t feel that way.

I almost forget that we’re having sex for a moment. He comes up to my face and plants a deep kiss with his soft, wet lips. Yum. I do love him…at least I think…but I know for a fact that he *loves* my pussy! He pulls back for a moment, just to look into my eyes. His face immediately scrunches up.

The Roommate Part IX: Stay [FT] [Light fsub]

**Marie and Lexi IX**

**Marie**

“Lie down on your back.”

Marie did as she was told, so horny she could barely think clearly enough even to lie down without taking a moment to think about it. She gazed up at Lexi and bit her lip when she met the girl’s eyes. Something flashed in them when Lexi glanced down at her mouth.

*She likes that.*

Even with her brain overcharged with lust, Marie managed to register the way Lexi looked her up and down as she positioned herself between Marie’s legs, spreading them herself. Her strong hands sent warmth through Marie as she gripped her thighs.

*She likes me*, Marie realized, watching Lexi’s eyes roam over her body, *She* wants *me.*

She’d known that, of course, but now she felt it. It made her feel different than when she’d spend the night with Kylie. That had been a night of pure lust–almost a game between her and Kylie.

The way Lexi looked at her made Marie feel something…*more*…

Before she could dwell on that, however, something brushed against her lower lips. All the air in her lungs rushed out in a gasp as Marie’s eyes fixed upon what had touched her.

Rape Fantasy of mine

I would be in store looking for a new laptop to buy. Then a stranger comes up to me and starts to grope me. Their is around the store and it’s only me and guy inside. The guy would say “you need good dicking from me” I say no to him. He starts to grip my ass and whispers this ass is mine and you have no say in it. I say no and trying run away. He grabs me by the throat and tells me go into bathroom….

First story, big time tease public plug

It was a rainy Saturday morning, you slowly open your eyes and roll over in bed and for a split second you forgot Jim was out of town. I’m your dream Jim had been licking your inner thighs, just about to get face deep in your perfectly waxed pussy when you happened to wake up. “Fuck” you sight to yourself, ”if he’s not here I could have at least finished the dream”.

Jim was away on business and left you alone in the house, this happened quite often so you two had quite the system of teasing, sexting, and making videos for each other. You knew you had a treat for him when you woke up from that dream.

The first you did was reach into the nightstand table and pull out your favorite plug, nothing made you feel naughtier than wearing that around the house or out in public. You grab the lube and start sliding it in, teasing yourself and stretching that tiny little ashole. You almost lose control and start masturbating right there but you hold off. After all the dog needs to be walked, and you need to run a few errands. Jim’s present can wait.

Couch

Resting on the couch. Staying inside because it’s so hot out. Watching tv. Nothing really on. You walk by a couple times. Looking so good. Loose shorts I have on do nothing to reign in my cock as it starts to get hard. Soon you notice it and a sly smile crosses your face as you cross the room. It’s not long before your robe falls from your shoulders. You look so good naked. A little out of character but you definitely look in charge. You push down on my shoulders pinning me flat on my back. Fingers trace my cock through my shorts. Stiff doesn’t describe my state. You pull the shorts down and lower yourself on my lap. First sliding your pussy lips across the shaft of my cock. Your clit rubs against the shaft. Soon my cock is slippery. You guide my cock straight inside you slowly. Deep. I fit perfectly. And after a pause once I am inside you slowly you begin to rock back and forth. Grinding hips into hips. Circles. Back and forth. Even a little up and down. My hands on your hips not guiding or controlling just feeling you. Leaning forward you drop your tits in my face. Kissing them softly. Nibbling on your nipples. Hands move up to cup them only falling back as you raise up again to be sitting on my lap. Grinding away. Knowing it won’t be long you work with a purpose. You’re going to make me cum so hard. You want it. You like knowing you are the reason I can’t control myself. As my balls tighten and my throbbing cock starts to pulse, you smile. Touching my face with your fingertips. You rock your hips. Milking every last drop of cum from me. Then falling onto my chest our lips connect in a passionate kiss.

26 [M] with 32 [F] married co-worker, part 2

26 [M] with 32 [F], she is married and coworker, part 2

This is a follow-up to part 1. Decided to change my username to help hide identities. Part 1 was the first time we had sex, when she slid down on it with her panties still on, taking total control. She’s blonde. About 5’7, 120lbs. Best looking girl I’ve seen in person.

So, after we had sex that first time (shared in previous post) we are messaging each other. She quickly states that she was so glad it happened, she wishes she didn’t have to leave as soon as it was over, and she hopes we can do it again very soon, if I’m ok with it. Of course I say me too haha. It was the weekend so we couldn’t be together, but we are both planning to have sex again first thing Monday when her husband leaves for work. Unfortunately, I get a message Sunday that it’s her “time of the month” and we’d have wait because she didn’t want to have sex then. I was bummed, but we made out all week like usual for an hour or two every day, and I was still able to get her nipples in my mouth every day (I love boobs haha).

I [M] proposed a night cap to my 22 [F] co-worker [FM]

Hi all, I am not such a good story writer but dit my best on this first one. Hope you enjoy like I did!

I work for a Dutch company that outsources part of our work to companies in Romania. Due to my position I travel to them to oversee their activities and do my own work from there. A few years ago I went for a week to Romania to the company we do so much business with that we consider them part of our own company. Being in the same age range we also do a lot of other fun activities out of business hours. One evening we decided to have some dinner after a long day with meetings. In our meetings a new girl was present. Her name is Ana. 22 years old with a master degree in science. I already knew her input from some mail correspondence we had and was happy with the high value input she was giving and was happy to meet her. If you see Ana, you see a young beautiful woman with blond curly hair, nice figure and pretty big breasts. Her body was amazing but when she smiles and looks you into the eyes, you melt away. I don’t know if that it’s lust of love but fuck what a woman.

Library studies [College] [MF]

So I love my girlfriend, I am a nerdy kid who doesn’t have a lot of friends, usually sitting in the corner of the class reading books and what not. I don’t want to be like this but I don’t have any other way to spend my time hence books give me an escape from reality, I want to have fun as well, go to parties all that teenager stuff but I just don’t sit well with others hence I never am invited. Being a book geek I was usually the topper academically speaking, and since I had a lot of freetime I just did a decent amount of volunteering work it made me happy, and I was supposed to tutor a cheerleader girl whose grades were…..difficult to improve anyways we started spending a lot of time together and things blew up. She brought out the naughtiness inside me to be honest, everyday was exhilarating with her.

There once was a slutty girl from London…[FM]

You might think that poetry was a strange profession for a man who treated my arsehole like it was just another room of his house, but what can I say? That was Charlie.

He’d just had a poem published in a collection edited by James Fenton or somebody, and we were celebrating in pretty much the only way we knew how: we were drinking a supermarket-brand knockoff of Southern Comfort and making an unholy mess of my bedsheets. He fucked me til we were both rattling the glass in the windows, splattered with each other’s fluids, and would likely be walking funny for a few days.

Once both of us had chalked up an orgasm or two, and I’d replenished our glasses with Midwestern Discomfort and ice cubes squeezed from a pink, heart-shaped mould from Ikea (yes, I know that they are, therefore, not cubes), one or the other of us proposed a game: the first person too incapacitated with pleasure to complete the requisite five lines of a limerick was the loser. All words had to be sounded coherently with good, Anglo-Saxon diction, and whoever won could, presumably, exert whatever disgusting sexual whims they pleased over the other.

Slept with a student’s mom [MF]

So if you read my previous story of when I drunkenly slept with my boss, you’ll know I worked at an after school program for just girls. If you didn’t, well, I worked at an after school program that was just for girls. Eventually, that other guy would quit leaving me as the only guy in a sea of beautiful, college-aged women. And because I’m a nice guy, everyone really liked me thus facilitating for some phenomenal experiences with coworkers or their roommates. This is the story of when I slept with one of our student’s mom.