Natalie’s consolation impregnation

Natalie swirled the wine in her glass, nodding absentmindedly as Frank told his story. It wasn’t that she didn’t care except that, well, she guessed that she actually didn’t care.

“Honey,” Natalie said, interrupting something about how Frank’s client was a moron. “I’ve got to use the restroom. Back in a sec.”

Natalie stood up, picked up her purse, and walked across the restaurant. She rounded a corner into the hallway leading to the restrooms and placed her hand on the door to the ladies room. Before she could push it open, she was distracted by quiet sobbing from further down the hall.

Turning, Natalie saw a young guy. He looked to be in his late teens or early 20s. He wore a black suit that was too big for him and had his head in his hands. A look of compassion crossed Natalie’s face as she pivoted and walked towards the young man.

“Is everything OK?” she asked as he looked up at the sound of her heels clicking on the floor.

He looked up, his eyes moist and red. For a moment he seemed lost, but he quickly regained some composure.

My Wife and the Construction Guys (When she left the house) (NSFW)

NON-FICTION

I was home when Melissa arrived after her escapades at her parents house. She pulled into the garage but did not close the door behind her and got out of the car. Her blouse was slightly buttoned and she still did not have her bra on. There was cum in her hair, on her tits, and a little on her face. She got out of the car carrying a six pack and after all that I knew she did, my first question was “Where in the hell did you get the beer?” She said she would tell me about that in a minute but first wanted to tell me about what happened at her parents house. That’s when she told me part one of this amazing day.

At one point while telling the story she said she wanted me to see her swallow this strangers cum so she slid some off of her tits onto her fingers and put them in her mouth. Then she finished telling me the story. I don’t think my cock has ever been harder! She still had another man’s cum on her and I could smell the sex and hear the excitement in her voice.

Gernan erotica, chapter 2

Chapter 2: Ein neues Team bildet sich

Mehedi wirbelte herum und wehrte das Wurfmesser, dass an ihn gerichtet war ab. Er konnte gleich Schlussfolgern, dass der Kämpfer, mit dem er es zu tun hat, Talent hat.
Das Wurfmesser diente nicht ihn zu töten, sondern ihn von einem Angriff abzuhalten. Der Angreifer wusste, wer er ist und hat sich gut über ihn informiert.

“Deine Strategie ist aufgegangen, da zolle ich dir ja Respekt. Du weißt wer ich bin, dann muss ich mich ja nicht vorstellen….. Dann können wir ja gleich eine kleine Tanzstunde einlegen, zeig mir aus welchem Holz du geschnitzt bist Fremder!” 

Während er sofort auf Joshua in einem hohen Bogen sprang, befahl er seinem letzten Untergebenen mit einer kurzen Gestik, die Frau weiter zu führen um einen kleinen Vorsprung zu ergattern.

Joshua riss sein Schwert hoch, und mit einem Lichtblitz der beiden Klingen die aufeinandertrafen wirbelte Mehedi zu einem schnitt auf die Beine welchen Joshua durchschaute und akrobatisch Mit einer Drehung springend zurück weichte.

“Trotz deines Bastardschwertes bist du so flink, dass muss man dir lassen. Doch leider wird dein noch junges Leben nicht verschont” 
der Mann aus Windloak Machte wieder einen Satz nach vorne.

I asked my friend to seduce my husband. And I loved it! [MF]

This one night my husband and I were attending a cocktail party at an old friend’s house. A lot of people there we’ve known for years. One of them was my friend Kasie.

I’ve known Kasie since college. Some of the guys around campus referred to her as “Jugs”. She was a little bit taller than I (maybe 5’6″ or so) and just as skinny. But she had a gorgeous DD rack that I swear only got bigger after having a couple rugrats. Kasie had quite a bit of fun with plenty of guys in college, but found a man after a while to settle down with and start a family. Her marriage unfortunately ended a few months ago, and she was now trying to get out and move on with her life.

As the party was coming to a close, I found my husband outside on a patio chatting with an old friend of his. I had came around from the front yard as I had put some of our things in the car, and he didn’t realize I was by the side of the house eavesdropping.

Sexy wife gets seduced, then dominated (part 1) [MF]

The Wednesday rehearsal at Matt’s had gone OK, but when she went to her car Cindy discovered that it wouldn’t start. After a little tinkering they collectively decided that the best thing would be for Cindy to stay at John’s for the night (Matt had some guests over) and call the AA in the morning – she dropped me a text to let me know.

The band sat round John’s kitchen table drinking and laughing for some time – until Helen came down in her dressing gown and had a go at everyone – which killed the mood. She pronounced, sharply, to John that he would be sleeping on the sofa, then turned on her heel and disappeared upstairs before anyone could explain what was going on.

They chatted for a while longer, but the atmosphere had cooled and shortly thereafter Matt and Kenny got up to go, leaving John and Cindy at the table.

They sat and talked, John pouring Cindy a couple more drinks – noticing how drunk she was getting, and how more approachable she seemed. Predictably, they ended up talking about Helen – Cindy admitting that she felt a bit sorry for John, asking what it was that he had done wrong.

Why You Need a Couch [M/f] [humiliation] [BDSM] [Drugs] [Reluctance] (FIRST EVER STORY. FEEDBACK APPRECIATED!)

So I read A LOT of sex stories. I started writing one to my current sex partner on reasons he needs a couch.

But I don’t think he’s ready for this type of stuff. Feedback encouraged but please keep in mind that I’m fragile ego here. And it’s just “my first time.” ;)

————————————————————

Why You Need a Couch [M/f] [humiliation] [BDSM] [Drugs] [Reluctance]

A couch for me so you can bend me over it and fuck me like a young yet used looking prostitute you bought walking the streets of XXXX seeking crack.

You promise her some at your place. When there, you immediately make her suck your dick on the kitchen floor. She is hesitant but you remind he “You want the crack don’t you? So she sucks it like most teens do- not very deep. Licking the sides a lot. While caressing her head, and speaking in a soothing voice, “Do you some want help my little girl?” She nods vigorously.

Paulina, the anal slut.

Paulina was a friend’s ex. She was of average height, had tawny hair and hazel eyes. She had a sexy oval face, a slim-fit body and a juicy ass. Her deranged eyes gave away how slutty and submissive she could be in bed, in addition to the stories my friend had told me of their time together.

When I was in uni, she worked part-time at one of the offices until late in the evening. I had checked and ensured that usually after 3pm she was alone in the office and after 4pm or so no one practically went there. That’s how I decided to make my move.

One boring afternoon, I decided to visit her office, armed with insider information from my friend who had entrusted me with specific things that made her unable to resist; like how she was aroused by intense peering into her eyes, being told what to do and even how she loved anal sex. She was a total slut for dominance, in plain language.

I began dating the hottest woman I ever dated, cant help but want another man to fuck her [MF]

Started dating her three months ago, she is a very attractive women from Iran, that years ago I could only dream about. That said she is a little illiterate and dependent on family or men. I always had strong fantasies of my GF having sex with another man, not just sex but better sex then what she has with me. I want her to go out and get plowed so good that she reaches orgasms I never gave her.

I told her a bit about these fantasies before, in the begining. First she was intrigued and wanting to try. After I found her a guy on a dating site he never showed up, I tried again and again and she changed her mind saying she only wanted me. She eventually got annoyed at me asking. So I stopped… for a few months and I just brought it up again to where she seemed intrigued again.

So I found a guy on a dating site, I’m actually pretending to be her as most doing want to talk with a guy. Just saying i have a BF and that he knows.