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My Friend – Part II

This is the second part of a story written for a user who wishes to remain anonymous.

I rubbed Zoe’s perfect little clit while looking up at her face. Her eyes had closed and her head was tilting back slightly, her mouth wide open and quietly panting. I was watching her perfect breasts rise and fall with her short gasps of breath. I felt that she deserved the full treatment, and I lightly kissed the inside of her thighs, kissed harder on her outer lips as she gave a long intake of breath, then parted her lips and placed my tongue right on her clit.

She grabbed my head and ran her fingers through my hair. I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue a few times, enjoying her moaning, before closing my lips around her clit, sucking as much of it into my mouth as I could, and lapping it up.

She was squirming and alternating between gasps and moans, and I was so turned on. Just to keep her from wriggling away from me, I reached a hand up to grab her boob, playing with her nipples.

“Mason… this is… everything!” Read more »

[MF] 40th Birthday Surprise

Like most guys in their late teens I had often fantasised about the older woman admiring them from afar. One in particular, Yvette my friends mother, was foremost in my thoughts most days.

Darren, my friend, had mentioned it was his mom’s 40th that weekend and she had planned a night out with her boyfriend and her mates. She wanted Darren to invite a few people round for a party that the “adults” would join in later.

To be honest the party was pretty average. Couples making out, the shy quiet loner sneaking a shot of whiskey trying to build up courage to speak to one of the single girls but there was no trouble and a fun atmosphere abound.

Yvette and her friends arrived back just after midnight and the party picked up speed. By two AM most of the party goers had dispersed, Yvette’s boyfriend had drunkenly staggered off to bed as had Darren. I had a decent walk home to the neighbouring village so started to pull on my jacket.
“You can crash on the sofa if you want?” Yvette offered.
It was a far more tempting prospect than the walk home “That’s great thanks” I replied.
“Okay lovely time for my beauty sleep”
I wanted to say something about how she was already beautiful but instead answered “Goodnight” Read more »

A little car sex between shifts

Ok so I’m new to this and wrote it on a mobile, have to send the lady stories to keep her sexually frustrated. I hope you enjoy and welcome constructive notes. Story below:

She put her car into park in the deserted lot next to his and killed the engine, she was tired but she needed this more than words. The chill of the early morning air snapped her alert, caressing her bare skin with its chill, as she walked to his car and got into the back seat, he was already waiting for her there. He smiled as she slid onto the seat, the area was secluded and nothing would intrude on their private trist, she had seen to that. She was already soaked from their texts.

He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers as they started a passionate embrace. He broke off to kiss her neck before pulling her on to him so he could play with her breasts as they kissed. His thumbs and forefinger finding her nipples as she had already taken off her bra, she came prepared. The first moan left her lips as she mounted his thigh to begin to buck upon it the friction transcending her pants and increasingly sodden underware and finding its way to her stiffening clit. The intensity was building as the muscles in her inflamed snatch came alive and a buzzing started to spread across her nerves. Read more »

My Loving Mom

“Beverly, Beverly, what has happened to you?”

I was walking past the downstairs bathroom when I heard those words. The door was open a few inches, and I could see my mother’s reflection in the mirror when I looked inside. I wasn’t trying to peep, but it happened that way.

Mom was wearing a tight sports bra and nylon shorts—workout clothes—that she spent more time wearing than working out in. The bra supported her large breasts without hiding her cleavage, and it left her abdomen bare down to her waistline. Mom wasn’t heavy, but for the last few years she was picking up a pound here, and a pound there and they weren’t going away.

The extra weight was evident in some of the clothes she wore, like her shorts. I noticed they fit tighter than they had a year ago, and I saw the way the fabric dug into the cleft between her thighs. I wouldn’t have been aware of this if Dad hadn’t pointed it out one night as a joke, but now my mother’s thick, meaty camel toe was something to look forward to during her “workout” time. Read more »

(20F) The ti[M]e I [F]ucked an NHL player

So to preface this, I had met this hockey player on bumble in the summer of 2018 and we talked a lot at first, but then just here and there cause I was more relationship focused and he wasn’t. But now that I’m embracing my slutty side, there wasn’t anything stopping me?

On the weekend, I was at my cousins birthday party and I was hitting up everyone on my sex list to see who was down to hang out. I was getting my period this week so I wanted to live it up before it came. Everyone on the list was either busy, sleeping (it was a Sunday night), or far from me.

I had finally given up and was on my way down to my car to leave. Finally, I get a message back from my NHL player while I’m in the car asking what’s up. I got lucky that he had a few days off so I was straight to the point: “Hey babe. Are you dtf tonight?” and he said he had to get up early but I said “that’s okay, we’ll be quick?”. He agreed, so there I was on my way to his place. Read more »

Remember Who You Belong To [MF] (CNC)

I walk in to his house, half an hour late for seeing Daddy. As soon as I step in the door, he’s waiting for me, looking pissed. “I’m sorry I’m late daddy, got a bit… tied up with something”

“With who? Kane? I thought I asked you not to sleep with him anymore, then you walk in here, late, getting out of his car?” he says, looking mad.

“Well we were just… hanging out,” I respond, trying not to anger him.

“So if that’s true, then there won’t be any cum in your cunt or panties?” He asks, pulling down my pants and underwear, “Just as I thought. So if this wasn’t him, who gave you this cum baby? Him, or somebody else I haven’t approved to fuck my little slut”. I stay silent, making him smack my ass, hard, “Answer me, slut. Who’s cum is it?”

“…his,” I whisper.

“And who exactly is ‘his’?”

“Kane…”

With that he slaps my face. “I thought you knew better, whore. Maybe I need to remind you who you belong to”. Read more »

The Camgirl Part XXXIX: Blake was Home, not Marie [Exh] [unintended Voy] [FF]

**VII: Liam and Blake**

Liam yawned as he lay back Marie’s bed, reading as he waited for her. Being productive had worked for a while, but his brain had started getting tired, so he’d decided to see if he could finish the book he was reading before she got back. He still had about fifty pages or so. When he’d started the trilogy on a friend’s recommendation, he hadn’t been too sure about it. Now, he was enthralled to the point that a sudden noise from beyond Marie’s door both surprised and annoyed him a bit. He supposed he shouldn’t be annoyed at the prospect his girlfriend returning home to have a threesome—maybe even a foursome—with him, but it was a good book.

Liam set his phone on Marie’s nightstand, plugging it in to charge, then waited. He immediately felt awkward. He was dressed in jeans and a long-sleeve T-shirt. Comfy, but still kind of nice. Should he be dressed better? Like he’d been when he first met the two girls at the frat party? Would they care? They had all seen each other naked, after all. Read more »

A little Halloween Erotica

Audrey bit down hard on her lip, trying to stifle the moan that was trying to escape her throat. The other moans were what scared her. Unfortunately, it was her moan that drew the others. Sadie’s face was buried firmly between Audrey’s legs, her ears muffled by Audrey’s creamy thighs. She hadn’t heard the other moans.

[Read the rest here!](https://rileyblackstone.wordpress.com/2019/10/30/an-erotic-halloween-story/)

Sex with a Vampire (Part 2 of a 4 part Halloween series). [vampire] (I’ll post Parts 3 and 4 tomorrow)

I rolled out of the quaint Kecskemet train station in central Hungary on a 7:30 a.m. train, headed south. I stifled a yawn as I sat back, and watched the cityscape slowly changing to pastoral fields as the train began its day-long trek. The yawn indicated lack of sleep, and not attention, a result of me staying up much of the night having sex with a gorgeous blonde ghost named Barbara. I was still trying to process my memories of that encounter, which apparently started in a dream, and ended in a cool pile of ectoplasm on my bed, and a slight mess on the sheets. I had ducked and run in the morning, skipping breakfast, and getting a cab down to the station, to hop on the train, and leave this spooky scenario in my rear view mirror. Read more »

Sucked off by a succubus (Part 1 of a 4 part Halloween series) [ghost]

I had been travelling by train all day, bound for Istanbul from Paris on a business trip. Exhausted, I disembarked at an older station in Kecskemet, an old style city in the middle of Hungary. I had an overnight here, and then would catch another train in the morning and head southeast toward Szeged and the border with Romania. I checked with the kiosk and was told that the three primary hotels were full (because of a business conference apparently) but that a couple of hostels in an older section of town were available, and pretty nice. The helpful railroad employee picked up the old style telephone and dialed, and spoke in Hungarian, then hung up and turned back to me. “The Red Apple has rooms available. It’s very nice, run by an older couple, not very commercial at all. More like your American bed and breakfasts. Also, probably your cheapest option.” I grinned “Thanks. Do they speak English as well as you?” I asked. He laughed. “Not likely. But they’ll speak well enough to take your credit card and put a meal on the table in front of you. Take that cab over there.” He indicated a rusty old Soviet-era taxi idling on the street. I tipped him a few euros and walked to the cab. Read more »