NSFW story — Page 7786 of 11466 — collection of stories you shouldn't read at work

Empty Apart[M]ent with my boy[F]riend, part 2.

Dear Reddit,

This is part two and my contest entry for December’s theme of naughty and nice. I’m a good lil’ girl who gets good grades and been in a monogamous, committed relationship with my man for over two years; and I love making you cum when you read about my sexpeditions. Is that naughty enough for you?

By request, here’s the rest of the tale from the Empty Apartment.

…

As you watched me fuck you back, body tender and flushed with the orgasm you just gave me, the smile on your face was one of triumph and pride- amused but not surprised. You knew you owned me, you knew my sick fuckslut ways, and you loved all of it. You told me you loved watching me bounce on you, and that you loved me so hard. You pulled out and turned me around to face you; kissing me violently and hungrily, your lust manifesting in that cum-drenched hard cock. Read more »

25 Days of SEXmas – December 22 – The Christmas ménage à troi Pt 2 (FFF) (Oral) (Forced Oragsms) (Orgy)

This story picks up immediately after yesterday’s story which can be read [here](https://rileyblackstone.com/2019/12/22/25-days-of-sexmas-december-22/)

We grabbed robes and slipped them on. The food was still mostly hot, and we laughed and talked over delicious plates of Chinese food. After dinner, we returned to the bedroom for some more fun.

Brooke laid down on her back; it was her turn for all the attention. I moved my head between her legs, teasing my tongue up and down her sweet pussy as she let out moans of pleasure. Amanda began to suck on one nipple while rubbing the other with her hand. I reached up and began to play with Amanda’s smooth pussy as I continued to lick Brooke.

I felt Brooke’s body quiver as she neared climax. I licked faster, running my tongue over her clit as she began to moan louder. Her breath came in short gasps as I pushed her closer to the edge. Amanda was getting close too, her hips began to grind against my fingers as she moved her mouth up to Brooke’s. They came together, their voices intertwining into a delicious sound of sexual fulfillment. Read more »

Our topless waitress with a [M]arvelous booty!

My dad and I were catching up at dinner tonight and decide to get a drink to continue the conversation. I find this place on Yelp that has some good reviews and the tag line “Eats, Drinks, Scenic Views.” We walk in and the whole waitstaff is in their underwear. Oops! In retrospect, I should’ve realized there was something off about “scenic views.” We had a good laugh about it, but decided to stay.

Our waitress was this super cute, young girl in a red, lacy bra and tiny black panties. She reminded me a lot of an ex-girlfriend of mine, actually! She was super flirtatious too, leaded against the table with her tits right in our faces as we decided what to drink. Best part was she knew absolutely nothing about beer, but still tried to engage in a conversation with us as we were decided. Bless her heart ?

She kept checking up on us, but with my dad there, I couldn’t really flirt with her or check her out as she walked away from the table. I would’ve given anything to sneak her into the bathroom with me. Her ass was so cute, I just wanted to bite it!! ?

Mommy And Son

I looked down. When I put his hands high on my thighs, I put them palms down. His thumbs were resting on the inside of my thighs, very close to my panties. I liked what it looked like. I wished he’d move them up and touch my pussy. I knew he wouldn’t. The more I felt his hands on me, the more I wanted him to feel me. I rested my hands on his. This seemed very innocence. I started rubbing the top of his hands. Just like any mother would, but I had something different in mind. I looked over at my husband. I liked the idea of my son’s hands on me with my husband right there. As I rubbed his hands I tried to move them up my thighs just a little. He didn’t give me any resistance. Now his hands were on my skirt with his fingers still on my bare thighs. I rose up a little so I could pull my skirt up a little. His hands moved with my skirt. I looked down and could see my panties. His fingers were so close to touching them. I raised his right hand and put it on my panties. He left his hand there. I spread my legs a little. When I did, his hand fell between my legs. I took a hold of his hand and pressed it against my panties. My sons hand was now on my pantie covered pussy. I could feel myself getting wet. I wanted more. When I removed my hand, he left his hand on me. He wasn’t moving it around or anything. He was just letting his hands rest on my pussy. I waited for him to start moving his fingers. Nothing. Maybe he was afraid to. I knew how to fix that. Read more »

The ti[m] I lost my virginity to my friends G[F] pt 2

See my profile for part one, writing on mobile so it’s hard to link.

So after the disappointment that was my first go, Lisa and I were both still drunk, and at this point tired so we decided it was time for bed and since her roommate, and her boyfriend were out of town we decided to stay naked and just sleep next to each other.

I don’t know how long we were asleep, but the feeling of her bare skin pressed against mine must have triggered something because I was having some great sex dreams. It was around that time that I started to wake up. The room was still dark, and I was still half asleep, all I knew is that I felt like I was going to cum again.

That’s when I realized that Lisa had her hand around my cock and was jerking me off. I woke up pretty quickly at this point, and told her that I was close to cumming. She said that she didn’t want that yet, and asked if I wanted round 2. Never one to complain I said hell yeah, and she hopped off the bed to grab another condom. Read more »

Gasping at my panties soaked with another man’s sperm

My plane was an hour late getting into DCA from Atlanta and we had dinner reservations at 8 on Capitol Hill, so our post-work routine was more rushed than usual. My husband Ben asked me about my week in Atlanta, where one of my teams is based. We laughed about the grind of our work weeks. Ben casually asked how things were going with Joe, my boyfriend in Atlanta. Ben and I enjoy a wife sharing arrangement, in which I enjoy a long-term relationship with a boyfriend. Ben encourages these relationships, demonstrates interest, but doesn’t get too closely involved. I share just enough detail to help Ben feel included in my extramarital relationships.

We were unpacking my suitcase and dressing for dinner. Ben helped empty my suitcase as I changed into a dress for dinner. I heard Ben gasp. My panties were in his hands. “**What?”**, I asked. “**Holy shit**”, Ben whispered, pulling at the fabric of my panties, inspecting them. It clicked, then. Ben was looking at a week’s worth of panties, all heavily soaked with Joe’s sperm. I was honest with Ben that two weeks prior, Joe asked to go bare with me and cum inside me. Joe disliked condoms with his prior girlfriends and felt close enough to me to enjoy creampie sex. Ben was squeamish at first, the idea that I would accept another man’s sperm inside me, but didn’t make a big deal of it. Now Ben had visceral evidence of how much creampie sex Joe and I were having. I was worried Ben might hit an emotional tailspin or be angry. Read more »

The Road Trip (MF), (risky), (public), (slow tease)

I placed my final items in my suitcase before bed. In the morning, we were leaving for a road trip to a nearby city to do some sightseeing with family friends for a few days. I didn’t really want to go, I thought I had more important things to do but it’s “mandatory” so the Gardland’s daughter doesn’t feel left out, as she’s also my age and about 4 decades younger than all of the other attendees. I’d known Grace most of my life, but barely had made her acquaintance on her various visits, as she was quiet. Then, she stopped showing up when her parents came over altogether. This was the first time I’d seen her in about 3 years. I had seen her pictures on Facebook and noticed she was getting older and prettier, but never paid much mind. I now got to be in close quarters and finally get to know her. Read more »

Owen and Cecelia (Mf)

He patted my hair back and kissed my neck, deep, wonderful kisses, until I let out a quiet, “Right there…”

He was still for a fraction of a second before moving me closer to him. I didn’t mind at all that he had that power over my body. He pressed his lips to my neck, his hand travelling from one breast down to my waist and back again.

“Tell me what you want…” Owen spoke into my skin. “Anything you want.”

“I want… I want…” He nipped my throat and I thought I would tap out immediately. I pushed myself up and turned to face him, running my hands over his thighs. His eyes flickered to the left and he moved my hands upwards. I rubbed his chest, moving closer into his lap with every movement. Watching him move up close was unreal, like being next to a wild animal.

“I want you under me.” I kissed both hollows under his jaw. He nodded, grabbing me under my thighs and leaning back against the headboard. We sat face to face, breathing each other’s air. With my blouse lost somewhere, Owen squeezed my breasts, watching them puff up and down over my bra, sometimes kissing them and the space between them. It was like they were mesmerizing him. Owen kept playing with them until he dragged his thumbs under my bra, across my bare nipples. My hips bucked forward, grazing something stiff. Read more »

Rimmed by a stranger in the park

At first glance, you would not suspect that Ramona was a hardcore ass freak. She was sitting next to me in the lounge of our local Starbucks, reclined back on a comfortable chair, diddling with her smart phone. She looked to be about 25 years old, with straight brunette hair to her shoulders, a pretty face behind white rimmed glasses, dressed in a hoodie and a skirt, colorful leggings and Converse sneakers. In other words, like almost every other run of the mill Bohemian millennial, cute and approachable, and probably ten years younger than me.

I struck up a conversation about something, and within a few minutes we were chatting like old friends. Her name was Ramona, she was a part time office assistant, part time student studying business at community college, she lived with two roommates in a cheap flat close by, she was occasionally bi-, she was currently single, and she loved cats. After gleaning that in ten minutes and telling her similar demographic information about myself, we ended up walking out to a local park behind the coffee shop. Read more »