Invasion part 2 (fiction)

Chapter 2

Edie bit back her scream as her assailant fucked his cock into her, his hips slamming into hers, her lush breasts shaking on her chest. “Ohhh, fuck, yeah!” Fred groaned as his cock bottomed out in the attractive mother. “Nice tight pussy!”

He started slamming his cock into her, intent on only one thing, getting off as soon as possible. Her grabbed her breasts as he fucked her, pinching and twisting her thick nipples and playing with her heavy jugs, amusing himself, completely unconcerned with Edie’s feelings. She was merely an attractive vessel, a walking, talking fuck doll with great breasts, big nipples and a tight snatch for him to use. Edie did nothing to encourage him, doing her best to be a limp fuck.

Mike masturbated himself, his cock hardening in his hands as he watched Fred fuck the woman. He had lost the toss and would have to content himself with her mouth. He had one small problem, though.

He couldn’t reach it. He tapped Fred on the shoulder and said, “Hey, Mike? I can’t reach her mouth. Slide her over to the edge, will ya?” Read more »

A Brief Foray Into Polyamory: My Arab Wife and Her Two Best Friends (The final chapter for now) [MFF]

Names and some details have been changed for anonymity.

People in the story:

Myself (Saif): M – Arab – Late 20s

Wifie (Aisha): F – Arab – Late 30s

Dominatrix (Maysa): F – Arab – Early 30s

Girlfirend (Sarah): F – Arab – Early 30s

Sarah and I stood at the door taking in the sight of my naked Arab wife Aisha with an 8 inch double strap-on beckoning us. I brought my hand down to Sarah’s pussy and felt it’s wetness.. she moaned again as I pulled her over to Aisha where she got on her knees and started to suck on the strap-on. She then got into doggy style on the bed and I helped Aisha guide her new cock into Sarah’s dripping wet pussy. Aisha began to slowly fuck her and picked up the pace gradually as I smacked both of their already red asses then I got onto the bed and my manhood found it’s way to Sarah’s welcoming mouth. We kept this going for a while until Sarah began to cum for the FOURTH time and the sight in front of me was something else. She was pushing her ass back into Aisha’s hips as Aisha smiled down on her without losing rhythm while pinching her sweet ass. Aisha pulled out and started biting her ass and lapping up her juices excitedly. Read more »

Tied In Her Arms

**Another day, another lesson for the would-be princess. I hated these educational lectures from expert professors. Quite frankly, I didn’t want to be a princess at all. I wanted to be a warrior, a fighter. Alas, the king would never let his prized daughter do such a thing. No, I had to prepare for motherhood and sewing and cooking and cleaning. All the dull work of a domestic wife. I wasn’t even close to the top of the list to succeed the king. I had five brothers and one older sister ahead of me.**

**The clock struck the top of the hour interrupting the mathematical professor. I felt blessed to be free from their boring speeches of how amazing the tiny and most irrelevant facets of equations. I packed up my belongings and head out the door. I bumped into my personal guard, my hero, Elise. She was one of the few women in the kingdom that ever made it into a suit of armor. Not to mention, she was drop-dead gorgeous. Those beautifully silky strands of chestnut-colored hair or the crystal-like blue eyes were thought about more than once in inappropriate fantasies.** Read more »

Finding a New Toy

I saw him across a coffee shop. He was probably mid 30’s, sipping a coffee out of a reusable mug. Bonus points for not having coffee at a coffee shop in a paper cup. I didn’t see a ring. He was dressed nicely but not over the top. He looked just like the kind of guy I like. The kind who is nice and sweet, innocent, and could use a good thrill in life.

It has been a few years now since my sexual awakening. Maybe I am just catching up from my teenage and college years where I didn’t have much sex. Maybe I am just a late bloomer. Maybe something in me changed and now I just cannot get enough sex.
Most of the time I am happy playing with myself or my toys. I am happy being independent and free and in charge of only me and my dog. I can go days and weeks being happy in my own world. I wake up, orgasm, have a wonderful day of whatever I want to do, and then have a big cum as I fall asleep. Yep that is just about it every day.
But sometimes I just need someone. I need a little human touch. Someone to interact with, to talk to, to have fun with, and to fuck their brains out. I think I have found my next play toy. Read more »

The Homecoming part One

This is little bit of fiction mixed up with someone real life stuff. It’s up to each and everyone to decide witch parts is what….
Here’s a little bit of erotica about a Domestic King and his Queen in a modern environment. ?
We have received some great inspiration from someone in an other kingdom ? far far away!

The Homecoming Part One

It had been a long day.  As Nick inserted the key into the deadbolt on the front door, he was looking forward to the comforts of home to ease the stress that had built up facing the problem-du-jour at work.  The deadbolt unlocked and he swung the door open. The first thing he noticed was a wave of warmth that met him as he opened the door, but he didnt think more about it.

“Hey Baby, I’m home.”

“Welcome home……….. Sir,” came a sultry reply from Therese in the kitchen. Read more »

What is it about classic porn? [MF][mF][mast]

What is it about 70’s and 80’s porn that I’m so attracted to?

Is it that my early masturbation was fueld by it? Copies of euro porn mags stashed under my chest of drawers. Eagerly acquired from that guy at school who had some seemingly endless supply of them. Quickly put into the bottom of my school bag; a glimpse of some buxom woman wearing a colourful, low cut top being leered over by a moustached gent on the cover as I hide it away. All day spent thinking about what scenes were inside; what did her tits look like? How did he fuck her. Eagerly rushed home and into my bedroom, excuses for having the door closed as I flipped through the mag; a quick pass first to establish what scenes it contained. Some threesomes, a lesbian scene, one big breasted black woman taking on three dicks. Returning to the buxom woman who’s met up not only with the gent on the cover, but his mate as well. Progressively being undressed and working on their cocks, slowly stroking my erection through my pants. She’s on all fours being spit roasted, my cock is out and being stroked, imagining her on my desk sucking my cock. She’s on top of one guy on the couch riding cowgirl while she blows the other. Getting to the page where she’s got cum being ejected all over her asshole as one guy cums having just withdrawn from her hairy pussy and my load blows all over my hand. A quick wipe up with some tissue, pants up, mag safely stashed away for next time. Read more »

Who I Was Before [F/M] [Vanilla]

“Whose idea was this?” Stella and Levi both wondered as they huffed up the side of a mountain. Traversing a nearly 90 degree angle now, they had both run out of breath to speak. Even Levi, whose team was training twice a day lately in preparation for the playoffs.

“Why’d I ever start dating an athlete who’d want to do something like this for *fun*?” Stella wondered, begrudgingly pawing her way up the rocks. “Why’d I ever let Stella talk me into this?” Levi griped as he kept an iron grip on the rocks.

In reality, it hadn’t been either’s idea. They saw the pamphlet marked “breathtaking vista with exquisite sun set view in sparsely populated overlook” and both thought the same thing “Sounds like a cool place to fuck.”

They’d been in an air conditioned gas station then. Now they were on the trail, in 85 degree heat. “When’s the last time we even saw a trail marker?” Levi wondered. “Stella, I think we should turn back. I have no clue where we are.” He started to say. Read more »

Fucked my son’s (21 yr old) friend [Milf]

My 19 yr old son still lives at home, but he lives in my finished basement in basically a studio apt (minus kitchen).He has a separate entrance and kind of comes and goes as he pleases but keeps me apprised of his general schedule. Friday night he was out pretty late, but he had to be at work Saturday morning. I heard him leave before I got out of bed. I got up, shower and went down stairs in just a thin white tank top and my thong panties to get some coffee. I walked into my kitchen to find one of his friends from college was getting a bottle of water out of the fridge. It startled the shit out of me at first and then quickly turned to embarrassment as I was standing there basically bare assed in a tank top that was half-ass see through when dry…let alone when it was sticking to my damp skin. I had only met this young man a handful of times and he had always been very friendly bordering on flirty. The first time he met me he teased I looked more like a hot older sister than a mom. Given that I am 39 I assumed he was just sucking up. Read more »

Soaped Up [FM] [fiction]

*Thanks to GarnetAndOpal for inspiring this story.*

 

The empty water bottle sailed through the air and landed in the recycle bin. Thirty nine year old Beatrix Rhodes had just jogged two miles on the treadmill in her home gym and was feeling as fit as ever. She was arguing with herself whether to do another round with the weights when she heard the doorbell ring.

Opening the door, she found a rather handsome young man in his early twenties standing in front of her with a box. He was just as sweaty as she was, but in a worse way because his uniform was drenched. Beatrix immediately recalled the company he worked with. It was a new one she had written an article about a few days ago. A small business that specialized in toiletries.

“Hello there.”

“Hi. Beatrix Rhodes?”

“That’s me.”

“I’m from HomeScent. You wrote an article about us and we would like to say thank you with this box of our top of the line handmade soaps.” Read more »

Turn of the Century [Fm] [MILF] [fiction]

Any mother would have reservations about her forty three year old friend dating her nineteen year old son, but the situation surrounding her best friend broke Nora Jones’s heart.

Joslyn Hall had been happily married until December 2, 1999. Her husband had admitted to having an extramarital affair and had filed for a divorce. In a little over a week, the split was legally done and her dreams about seeing the end of the 1900s and greeting the 2000s with her high school sweetheart and husband had been dashed and vaporized.

Her moods ranged from resentment to suicidal, but after much support from her friends and professional counseling, Joslyn was stablized and everything seemed on the up and up.

That is until the previous week when she had called Nora and asked if she could date her son Patrick. She explained that before she had met her husband in high school, there had been a boy she had been sweet with in middle school and this boy had looked a lot like Patrick looked now, only Patrick was almost into his twenties. Read more »