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Advent Kinkendar: December 3rd [Ffm]

Well I didn’t spend the night in the suspension; apparently that wouldn’t be safe haha. But it was pretty late (or maybe early) when they finally finished fucking and came to let me down. But not before he fucked me, left a load in my pussy, and used my mouth to “clean off”. I lay in bed last night feeling and admiring the marks from the rope and knots; I can still feel where some of them dug in and I love it.

We had a similar wake up to yesterday this morning, Mistress fondling us awake. This time she had some precum that the boy leaked to feed me while he sucked my pussy from her fingers. His cock seems to be permanently straining against the cage; it definitely looks painful; but he still looks like he is enjoying himself, and still stares at both of our bodies all the time.

Our boxes matched this morning, and so did the contents. Under the wrapping the box looked like a very wide jewelry box – that velvet fabric covering you get on them; but it was too heavy. We opened them up to find a set of three different sized plugs; each with a large purple gem in the flared base, all made from highly polished steel. Read more »

Picture Perfect

“Oh come on! It can’t be that bad!” Amy chuckled to herself in front of the glow of her computer screen. “There is no way on earth that I would sleep with a 50 year old pervert just to get my share of the rent together.” Sarah had argued for the past ten minutes with her roommate about the dangers of using Craigslist to make money, but as always with Amy, she had to feeling she was fighting a losing battle.
“You don’t have to sleep with someone, you can just do what I do. Go out for dinner or let them take you shopping. It’s good money.” Amy was a typical ditzy blonde and Sarah couldn’t help but think to herself that she couldn’t put on the always smiling, innocent and flirty act as easily as Amy could if she was sat opposite a guy who was paying her $100 just to cope with a meal together. “What about this one?” Amy turned the laptop screen to show Sarah yet another advert. “It’s only modelling for an hour or so and at the end of it you get $350! Plus you’ve done modelling before.” Read more »

What happens in Vegas…. (Fm)

When my brother wanted to go to Vegas for his birthday I was ecstatic. Living in the prairies leaves us with little fun besides drinking and other totally legal activities. A trip down to the states was a welcome thought. Our parents deal to us was that they would go with us and pay for everything (yeah I know, spoiled) since it was his 21st. I had the same deal when I turned 21 and now again at 25 thanks to my younger sibling. Each of us brought a friend, I brought Cassandra, both of us stood around 5’5. She wore her hair short and dyed blue which went along with her many tattoos and piercings. I had long auburn hair and no love for body mods. My brother brought his friend Jason, kind of an awkward and quiet guy though the two were inseparable for as long as I could remember. Let’s skip ahead a bit. Read more »

Coyote’s Trick Chapter 1 [MF] [Inc] [NC] [Cheat]

“It was the strangest thing.” Christina Moore held her phone up to her ear as she busied herself in the kitchen. “James said that the dog walked on its hind legs and called itself Kumokum. Then it bit James on the rump. I don’t know why he’d make something like that up.”

“I hate to say it, Christina, but is James on drugs?” Sally shook her head on the other side of the phone call, worried for her friend. “Maybe Henry should have a talk with him.”

“No way.” Christina smiled at the thought of her sweet, eighteen-year-old son on drugs. “He’s a mathlete that still plays those silly boardgames with his friends. Now that I think about it, maybe he’s just making up a story to deal with a traumatic situation.”

“A bite on the butt doesn’t sound too traumatic.” Sally didn’t want to give up the drug angle. She knew about kids these days.

“Well, the poor dog ran right out in front of a car and got run over after biting him. That’s how we know it didn’t have rabies, Henry took the dog in to get checked.” Christina looked at her watch, it was late, and she needed to check in with James before bedtime. Read more »

[F]inally got to go down on an old high school crush

Went home this past weekend for Halloween and ran into a guy I always had a crush on in high school. He was kinda nerdy and awkward around women at the time but seemed to gain some confidence. I learned this when we were making out at the bar Wednesday evening.

Friday night, he texted me to see if I was heading out. I already had plans to meet some out-of-town friends, so he joined us. We flirted and drank all night. He was getting a little handsy and I was getting a little horny so we went to my friend’s car in the bar parking lot. We made out for a bit, I started jerking him off and then undid his pants and took him into my mouth.

He had a good sized cock and enjoyed telling me what a good slut I was. I liked that. I told him to tell me when he was close. He did- I wasn’t in the mood to have cum in my mouth so I jerked him off onto my friend’s car upholstery (not sexy, I know, but I want to tell the story as it really happened). We kissed again and went back into the bar and it was pretty obvious something had gone on. My friends teased me about it but it was all good. Read more »

Family Fuck Fest

I imagine my family is a little different from yours. I have a brother and two sisters, all older than me. My Aunt Sandy lives with us, and her daughter Harriet as well. Mom and Dad are old hippies that used to live in a commune in Bend, Oregon, back in the day. They cleaned up and got professional, and when we were little kids they were working their asses off, and now are pretty much retired in their late 40’s. A decade ago they purchased a huge Scooby Doo mansion in a small town off of I-5 (I’m not going to say which one, but I’ll say its north of the California border.) Read more »

Baptize me

I was on you so quick you barely understood what was happening before I had dropped to my knee in front of you. My hands moving steadily under your dress, my finger tips on your bare thighs dismantled any thoughts that may have formed to protest. Had there been any that survived my touch on your legs, my hot breath on your panty clad mound would have cast them out.
In confident movements I place your leg over my big shoulder, my green eyes looking up at you and you feel my mouth draw near to your pussy. The flat of my tongue slowly moves along the fabric covering your lips. After a single pass I place my lips on you, kissing right over your clit. My one hand moves up and in, you feel my thick finger tips pulling your panties to the side, your building excitement filling my nostrils. I hum in approval.
The tip of my tongue moves evenly along your slit. Making a slow circle around your clit before sliding back down your swelling lips. Pushing into them you feel my tongue move along the entrance to your heat. I push my face further into you and this hum sounds a little more like a growl. You feel my hands move, my finger tips taking position on either lip. Moving a bit so my face is angling up into your center. I look up at you with hunger in my eyes.
All at once my finger tips pull you apart, your hole, your clit, all exposed before my hungry mouth. I push my tongue into you. Thrusting in and out. Tongue fucking you fast, your hands grip the counter top you had been leaning against. After a few thrusts I move to your clit, I flick it first then circle it. Flattening my tongue and grinding it against your hardened button. After stimulating you a bit there I slide my tongue back into you, thrusting, curling. Scooping at your honey with my cupped tongue.
One of my thick digits finds your clit and starts rubbing it fast. Your precum drenching my chin, my cheeks. And as much as I love the taste of your nectar from the source, I know what will push you over the edge. My tongue moves out of you. My finger ceases its assault on your clit. And for a beat you can breathe.
My lips close on your clit and I suck hard. Your gasp is met with two of my thick fingers plunging into your wanting cunt and I start thrusting them in and out, fast, deep. You can hear how wet you are. Your moans, your movements let me know when my fingertips have found your g spot and I massage it all while my mouth pleases your clit. Sucking, licking, sometimes even tugging a bit with my teeth. You moan low, mumbling something about cumming. I break just long enough to say
“Baptize me”
You grip my head as my mouth continues it’s work on your clit and you start to cum. Gushing, squirting, covering my hand, my face in your sweetness. I slow my eating and let your orgasm flow through you. Easing you out of it. Your legs shaking, thigh quivering on my shoulder.
When I’m sure you can stand I release you, standing myself, I kiss your lips tenderly, still tasting of you. I wink and smirk as I stalk off. You wonder idly where that came from, just talking about your day and I just pounced. Then you hear me in your head, all those times I told you.
“I’m always hungry for you”

On My dear Son’s Lap A Mother Son Sex Story

‘Ok, I’ll sit on your lap. But if it gets too uncomfortable I want to stop at a rest stop.” I said looking at Steve my husband. He agreed. “Ok, let’s get our showers so we can get on the road.”

My shower didn’t take long. Since I would be sitting on my sons lap for five hours, I wanted to wear something real comfortable. My jeans would be too tight. Plus it was too hot to wear them. I looked in my closet. As I was going though my clothes I found a summer dress I brought. It was the short type with sleeveless arms. It buttoned up in the front. I unbuttoned it and put it on. When I finished buttoning it up, I noticed it showed my bra to much. I took it off again. I removed my bra and put the dress back on. I looked in the mirror. I really didn’t need a bra. Even at thirty seven my tits were still perky. The dress was short. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I slipped on a pear of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. “For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me at least five times a week.” I heard the car horn. Read more »