Not a Threesome, but quite a show! (Long) [MFF]

Me: ‘D,’ mid-30s, average/athletic white guy, about six feet tall.
Her: ‘Jae,’ mid-30s, mixed Asian-Pacific, about 5’7”, long black hair, curvy build, with wide hips (with small B/C-cup breasts)
Her Friend: ‘Sara,’ mid-30s, white, about 5’9”, average build, short brunette hair (with large natural DD/E breasts).

Disclaimer: Names changed from real people. All of the conversations and texts are from the best of my recall. Because this story is long, I’ve marked the part with sex.

Last summer, Jae’s close friend from college visited to spend a week at our place. Jae had had introduced me to Sara years ago, when she was going through a divorce. Maybe I thought more about it than I should’ve, but back then, Jae often teased about wanting me to sleep with Sara.

A few days into her stay, I met Jae and Sara at a mutual friends’ pool for drinks.
Jae wore a black one-piece, with her hair down low. Jae’s suit left only a little to the imagination, her wide ass and hips visible. (I knew that underneath Jae preferred to kept herself hairless.) Sara on the other hand wore a high waisted two-piece. Her top covered, but pushed together her massive breasts and gave a hint of cleavage.

The Heal Slut: Part Five [MF] [Fantasy]

**The Heal Slut: Part Five – The Night**

Tirron felt a strange pull on his magic, bringing his eyes open as he tried to place the feeling. He felt different in the wake of the breaking of the spell and his coupling with Marcia. His energy and her’s were still twisted around each other and Tirron didn’t know how to separate them in the moment as he woke up and sat up in bed, carefully sliding his arm around around her soft body.

The pull came on their combined energy once more and made his senses go on alert. It felt like an alarm that was set outside and he understood in the next moment. Briefly, he wondered why her ward would alert him and she still slept peacefully.

Instead of dwelling on the thought, he slid out of bed and put on his underclothes and grabbed his sword, heading outside with soft steps. It was dark, well past midnight now and Tirron didn’t know who would be heading out here this late.

My (36f) FWB (28f) loves acting out her rape fantasies. [FF]

My side bitch , Shayera (name changed) loves being raped (consensual non consent of course) by me. She says she’s a slave to my pussy. We see each other only a few times a month. And during these encounters I use and abuse her hot little body as much as I fucking want. By the time out sessions and see over, she’s usually a crying, phanting, sweating mess. Just the way she likes it.

We usually role play that she’s a dirty slut who’s been cheating on me. The other night, when she came to my place, I grabbed her by the arm angrily and demand where she’d been. She acted scared and stammered out an explanation. I called her a lying bitch and slaped her across the face. Then I grabbed her by the throat and order her to strip naked. She obeyed like a good slut. I then told her to show me her pussy to I can see if she’s been fucking or not.

She stood before me with her legs spread and her hands holding her pussy open for me to inspect. I stuck three fingers on there , tasted them, then replaced the fingers with my tongue. She just stood there and took it. When she started to moan I told her to be quiet. She placed a hand over her mouth.

[FM] Uber Slut meets a Porn Producer

Hey Y’all,

Thanks for all the encouragement to finish the story of the guy I met while driving for Uber and blew outside the old Candlestick Park in San Francisco. After that dominant fun, he asked if I’d like to join him back at his place for even more fun. I was so horned up that I wasn’t about to resist.

He had a nice walk up condo close by and he didn’t waste any time once I walked into his place to get back to business. He was ordering me to lean over a desk with my boobs pressed flat against its surface. Telling me to spread my feet wide apart.

I’m sure he arranged me that way to fully expose my pussy and ass to his eyes, and his dick. He couldn’t have known how electrically charged that openness made me feel — an intoxicating mix of vulnerability, fear, anticipation, dread, and eagerness. I was so over-stimulated I nearly passed out.

He pushed a finger deep into my pussy, pulled it out, and pushed in again — all the way to the palm of his hand. He pulled out and slammed two fingers in. It could have felt good if he had been gentle, but he wasn’t.

Date Night (Part 1) [MF]

Callum walked back to her at the bar after looking in the bathroom mirror to make sure he was presentable. He still looked the same as he did before they left the house, but since this was the night, they had all worked up to, he was a little more obsessive about his looks than normal. Not that he needed to be, they had been hanging out for more than six months after initially meeting online and chatting for three months. He was comfortable with her, she was a friend. He walked back to the hotel bar and took a spot next to her.
“So, another drink?” Callum smiled in a way that assured her it was fine to be a little tipsy, he could already feel the effects of the two drinks he had, coupled with the butterflies of the evening that filled his stomach and the warm tingling he had felt all over since they first embraced on the dance floor. He was more than ready to calm his nerves.

Late [F]or a [M]eeting

It was a Friday morning. I woke up extremely horny but I didn’t have time to take care of myself so I decided to put on a basic white button down top, black pencil cut skirt and, well I plugged in a kegel ball in my pussy. I skipped the panties. I figured I’d put one on when I get to the office.

I drove like a maniac to the office. I had a client meeting at 8 am. Why did I agree to this meeting at this early hour?

I crossed an intersection and run a red light. A policeman flagged me down. (For purposes of this story, let’s pretend you are this policeman) Shit. I rolled down my windows and wow, you are cute. “License, please.”

[MF] The Rebound (or how I stuck my dick in crazy)

Her name was Becky and she had been friends with Jess for years and had also been with one of my good friends for years. After things fell apart with Jess and I, she was also freshly separated and she made it a point to come to my comfort. Becky was a tall and busty milf (her son was two at the time and they shared custody,) with long sandy brown hair that fell between her shoulders, her bust was easily between a G and H, although she hid it well. She still had a bit of baby weight everywhere, but again she wasn’t unpleasant to they eye.

My Addiction [Non-Con/Reluctance] [MM]

I never thought it would happen to me. God that sounds so cliche but it’s the truth. I’m a pretty normal dude. 5’11” 175 lbs. I work out and stay in pretty good shape. I might not be confused for a model but I’ve never really had any trouble getting a date. I’ve got a good job, decent car. I’m married and my wife and I have been talking about having kids.

Life is good. Steady. Normal.

Or least it was. Before I met Jacob. Or maybe I should say before Jacob found me.

Jacob works out at my gym. He’s 6’2” maybe 230 lbs. I’ve seen him at the gym for years, we’ve made small talk between sets before. He has the body of a serious lifter without the over-defined muscles of a show piece. He’s given me tips on how to increase my max reps before. But those were all quick, 30 second conversations.

Subs are best cream filled (Gentle Transdomme) (Creampie) (Cock Worship) (Deepthroat)

“So I hear you like creampies.” She said. “Um… yea kinda.” They said. “Have you ever been creampied before?” She asked. “No.” They responded. “You know, I might be willing to make something like that happen.” Miss Hasty said. They looked at her and for a moment she could almost see a little twinkle in their eye. “You would?” They asked with a sound of hope in their voice. “Mhm, but it doesn’t ‘cum’ cheap.” She explained. “I’ll pay you whatever you want.” They told her. “I don’t want your money.” She said. “What do you want then?” They asked. “Your obedience.” She responded. “Absolutely.” They said. “Will you do exactly as I say?” She asked. “I will follow your instructions to the letter.” They told her. “Good. Now why don’t you come sit on your knees in front of me.” She commanded.

The Bimbo’s Choker – [Bimbofication] [Mf]

Nathan let his gaze drift up to the horizon as his mind began to wander, allowing himself to relax on his walk home from work. He started thinking about his job in the law office, and how he had dreamed of it since he was a kid.

Nathan continued this train of thought, moving on to his girlfriend, Emily. He had always imagined that he would end up with, well, a bimbo. Someone who could rival his sexual appetite and focus on pleasing him for once. Someone who’d suck him off with her huge lips, and would look great in a bikini with huge breast implants. He could feel himself starting to get hard, revisiting this all too familiar fantasy.

A car horn made Nathan return to reality, and he was reminded suddenly of Emily and their lackluster sex life. “I guess that’s how modern relationships go,” Nathan sighed to himself.

He raised his head, realizing he’d gone a couple streets too far. “Shit,” Nathan swore under his breath.

As he turned to correct his course, a dark storefront caught his eye. It looked like another seedy pawn shop, but Nathan felt himself drawn towards it. He had been meaning to get a present for Emily.