I find myself fantasizing and really wanting to plan and live out this fantasy all the time.
Dating my platoon leader Part 6…69(; [MF]
Thank you to all of you who have been following this story! Sorry about the delay in posting and responding to your messages, Matt and I actually had a weekend away together (chapter worthy material that I’ll share down the road).
This chapter is another first for me, not for Matt. I had always been super self conscious about this one but Matt made it absolutely incredible and now a favorite part of our regular foreplay! I hope you all enjoy! As always, feel free to shoot me any feedback and critiques! ♡Avery
So this one kinda came out of no where. Not something we had really discussed because I was kinda self conscious about straddling a guy’s face with my crotch, but I learned to get past all that. After work one Wednesday night…yes I remember the day because Matt and I had developed a routine at this point of alternating days at his house and days I spent in my barracks room. Anyway, one Wednesday evening, I had been driving Matt around on a convoy training mission all day. Alone in a truck with my hot as hell man crush boyfriend, and unable to do anything because we couldn’t risk it at work. Of course he would spend it dropping little sly comments about “I bet you like xyz” or something like he doesn’t know exactly what l like. Such a tease.
“3some”with roommates & GF apparently meant “cuckold” [MMF]
Recently, my gf, one of my roommates and I had a 3some (live in house w/ bunch of other students from our college). my gf, him, and I were hanging out drinking the other night. My gf just (somewhat unexpectedly asked him if he wanted to. It was pretty awkward silence for a few seconds but he was down lol.
Well, this is my first 3some, and it was NOT how I expected ehich was that we’d both take part.. somewhat equally. Instead, he nearly shoved me over when I tried to join in. He’s almost bodybuilder level muscular and ima beta, so I wasn’t about to try and argue with him. He had us take a sec for a brief discussion, and said that he’s only ever the dominant one in a 3some and that he’s not interested otherwise, gave us a safe word to use and asked if we had anything else to add/any limit.
2 DICKS 1 GIRL [MFM] [DP] Threesome
Trevor [32] and I [27] met online. He was olive skinned with dark hair and hazel eyes. He was fucking gorgeous. After being with one another for a little while he asked me if we could bring someone else in. He wanted to bring in another man. He let me know that I would be the object of pleasure. Trevor and his best friend Bryan [30] wanted to fuck and please me at the same time. To be honest the thought of two men giving me all of their attention and me having both dicks was enough to make my pussy really wet and and throb. We all agreed and a day, place, and a time
Trevor and I show up at Bryan’s house together, and out walks this 6’5 blonde haired, tanned and relatively built guy. (He was fucking gorgeous). In theat moment I felt honored to have two gorgeous guys that wanted me and to bring me absolute pleasure. We get inside and we all start taking a couple of shots. I’m sitting on the couch next to Bryan and Trevor is on the love seat. We are three shots in and Bryan leans over and starts kissing me and rubbing on my nipples outside my shirt. I can feel my body give into his touch and his kiss. I wanted this so bad.
The Pharmacist: Chapter 5
**The Pharmacist:** Chapter 5
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Vincent turned his attention away.
He looked into the rearview mirror to ensure that there were no pedestrians behind the car.
Seeing that the coast was clear, he shifted the car into reverse mode, and began backing out of the parking lot.
“You got any music you wanna put on? It’s a bit of a drive to Carli’s.”
Lilac shifted in her seat, adjusting the way the seatbelt pressed over her dress and necklace, “Yeah, I can put something on.”
She reached into her handbag and fished out her phone.
Vincent absently handed her the aux cord, which she inserted into the headphone jack.
Vincent upped the volume, without taking his eyes off the road, and “Do Me” by Kim Petras came to life, the bass filling the interior of the car.
Lilac tried not to smirk as the lyrics filled the air.
At the stoplight, Vincent turned to her, also smirking,“You got something to say?”
“Nah, I do think that you dropped your wallet though.”
Lilac reached over, purposely grazing over his crotch, feigning her blind search for his pockets, then proceeded to take out this wallet and tossed it into the backseat.
A Conniving Professional Relationship [MF] [creampie]
In any other environment she appeared professional. She usually wears her glasses with a stack of books around the side her waist. She usually wears that dark grey dress, that makes her permanently look like she’s at work. Her hear is worn uptight and neat in a bun. The kind of girl that was telling the truth when she said no to people when they asked her if she had ever smoked weed or if she had ever lied.
But here she was a freak, an entirely different person. She slipped her clothes off like she couldn’t stand having them on.
She hopped on her boss like a tiger pounces on its prey. He was none the wiser, even she fooled him up until she gave him the “eyes and open mouth look”. It was then he knew it was time to please her because she was hungry and with each passing minute, she would become starving. He pushed into her and she pushed back even harder enveloping him deeper inside of her.
Swimmer’s Nightmare [Kidnapping][Masturbation]
**My sight returned slowly, darkness surrounded me. The last thing I remembered was swimming in the community pool alone. What caused me to blackout as I had? I rolled from side to my back, groaning as my stiff muscles returned to use. How long was I even out for?**
**My next sense to return was that of feeling. I felt some cylinder object wedging my lips apart, my hands were being squished and the pounding headache making itself known. After attempting to move my hands under from whatever was squishing them, I realized I couldn’t move them very far.**
**I snapped awake, becoming quickly aware of my terrible situation. My hands weren’t being crushed by something, they were being squished under my back. I felt rope against the creamy soft skin of my wrists. The more I fought against the ropes, the more they dug into my skin hurting me.**
**Trying to get my feet under me, I rolled over only to find that my ankles were bound to some kind of metal bar. The bar kept my legs spread a far distance open, granting anyone who might pass by a sight of my cunt. Letting out a feral scream only heightened my fear. The thing that had been spreading my lips apart was a silicone rod, like the one you’d see horses wear.**
Bred by someone else’s boyfriend: the second (or, more accurately, third) cumming [FM]. The story isn’t the only thing that’s long..
Amadi—remember him? Me too. He’s the 6’1 definitely-not-single stud who belted and bred me in my first story. Now we move to the third—and, sadly, final—chapter of our sexual story. Text split below for when the sexy shit starts happening, for impatient readers out there. It’s a long one, so buckle up.
For the curious among you, the visuals for the two players in this scene. Myself: 5’2, dark hair, green eyes, olive skin, mixed race (Arab and Caucasian, for those wondering) and what’s known as a Phat Ass White Girl (think big enough for people to ask me if it’s real). Amadi: 6’1, Nigerian, shaved head, broad-shouldered, big arms, sitting nicely at the point where he’s muscled but with a minor, comfy layer of squidge. The kind of body where you know he can bench press you—in fact, he had once before, when we were very drunk and being stupid—but he’s still comfortable to cuddle with.
Before we get to the fucking, however, we’ve got to go back in time. It’s a sunny Wednesday afternoon in West London and I’m at work, killing time until I can go for my customary four o’clock cigarette break with my unbearably sexy colleague-turned-fuckbuddy. In the middle of writing a dull email to an equally dull client, my phone buzzes: it’s Amadi, with an uncharacteristically serious message. It’s the sentence everyone dreads seeing: *Can we talk?*
First Time with Karen [MF]
*NOTE: I POSTED THIS IN* r/sex *WITHOUT READING THE FAQS. IT WAS DELETED AND I’M BANNED FROM THE SUBREDDIT. IF ANYONE WAS OFFENDED BY SEEING IT THERE, PLEASE ACCEPT MY APOLOGIES. OBVIOUSLY, IT’S MORE APPROPRIATE HERE.*
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Everything I write really happened. Fiction is OK, but I am turned on the most by true events, and by knowing that others are reading about my real experiences. I could probably get away with using her real name, but instead I will call her Karen.
Karen and I dated for about 6 months. Our first fuck was especially memorable because I hadn’t been in a situation before where the woman took the lead.
We had known each other for about seven years before we actually began dating. We worked at the same organization, but in different departments.
When we first met, we were in our early thirties. I considered her attractive, but untouchable, as we were both married. Karen had long, straight, dark hair that hung all the way to her ass. She reminded me of the country star, Crystal Gayle. She was about 5 foot six, and seemed to have a nice tight ass, and decent boobs.
The Housekeeper, pt. 2 [noncon] [deepthroating] [ball licking] [girl on top] [anal] [painal] [filming] [humiliation] [watersports] [punching] [cannabis] [420] [broken]
*This is part 2 of an ongoing series. Read part 1* [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/rapestories/comments/i1dfvb/the_housekeeper_noncon_facefucking_humiliation/)*.*
Jib woke up hungry. He nudged his wife Alice from their first nap as a couple together and whispered to her. “Make lunch,” Jib said.
Alice hesitated, then got out of bed, still sore from that morning. Jib traced her brown curves with his eyes as she waddled to the clothes she left piled on the floor. “Leave your panties.”
Alice dressed in her maid’s outfit and hurried towards the door, pausing when she caught Jib in the corner of her eye. “I’ll join you.”
Alice’s eyes darted towards Jib’s huge dick, then looked away. Jib held back a smirk, sauntering his bearish frame around the room to his bathrobe. After he tied his robe, Jib grabbed his weed and pipe off his nightstand, putting both in his pocket before grabbing his laptop and walking up behind Alice. Jib reached into Alice’s skirt pocket and grabbed her phone. “OK, go,” Jib said.”
Alice paused before leaving, something Jib fixed with a quick hump to that fat ass. “Gooooo.”