I had been dating Anne for a couple months. It was a fun but relationship but a little awkward at the same time. Both of us were in our 20’s and life was fun with minimal responsibility. In the bedroom we were 110% compatible but out side only about 70%. One night we were both out separately with our friends at the bars and were texting back and forth (this was in the days before smart phones). Eventually after 1AM my friends and I got drunk enough and decided to head home. After we got home I went to my room stripped down to my underwear hopped and hopped in bed drunk and horny. I thought about a few nights before with Anne got hard immediately. I couldn’t get her and her pussy out of my mind. I called her, no answer, my cock was throbbing so sent text to her “I want u”. 30 then 45 min passed and about 2 AM I passed out with the TV on.
The Friday Show 6 – Leader of the Resistance [orgy] [MMF] [mc]
Since he had made that call, Ron seemed… unhinged. Not that Laura would complain. The middle-aged journalist was now almost always hard, his thick fat cock standing between his legs obscenely engorged and red. Every now and then he would grab the first woman he had close, and fuck her raw for what felt like an eternity. As a consequence, Laura tried to be around Ron as much as possible, so that she could be the receptacle of his outbursts – except when there was someone else from the Resistance group who was ready for a quick go.
Sometimes Ron came after fucking Laura, leaving trails of white cum that the other girls – starved for semen – would lick from the floor or straight from his dripping cock; sometimes he would just retire after half an hour of frantic coupling, too spent to cum and yet still hard, red, sweaty and frustrated.
Pakistani Wife’s Sensual Massage
For our anniversary in February I booked a luxury hotel room in a city close to us. 2 weeks before the date I got the idea for a massage and decided not to tell Hina beforehand as she would never agree. I went to an adult dating website (www.adultfrindfinder.com) and found the contacts of a few handsome guys in our region who would agree to such a thing. After much emailing back and forth I decided on 1 guy. A week before the date, I decided to meet the guy at a coffee shop close to the hotel. He seemed nice, friendly, intelligent and clean. He was white, in his early 30’s. We made the whole plan where he would pretend to me a professional masseuse. I even made the guy buy a massage table, oils and towels at his own cost.
[M]y [F]ormer coworker. We were both married Part II
****Disclaimer: if you don’t like cheating, exit this post****
Part 2:
So after our first sex session, we were laying in the couch talking about random shit in life and dozed off for a while. Once we woke up, we just looked at each other and I said “let’s go back in the room”. She happily obliged and led me there, hand in hand.
Once back on the bed, we just layed for a while kissing here and there. I started kissing her neck and could tell she was getting wet again. Then she started kissing and sucking on my neck which gets me hornier than watching porn!
I started rubbing EVERY INCH of her body. I pulled her leggings and thong down to about the middle of her thighs while she was on her back. She hungrily grabbed my dick out of the hole in my boxers, licked her hand, and started stroking it. There was a point where we were making out and I had my fingers interlocked with her toes, her legs in the air and she was jacking me off. Guys, this is my heaven!
Truck camping, fuck camping [F][Mast][Outdoor]
Sometimes work was just too much. Honestly it was too much every single day, but Thursdays were the worst. Coming out of the office she decided she wasn’t going to walk back in on Friday, and if her mood didn’t improve over the weekend maybe not ever again.
There were more important things in life, like taking her beloved truck and heading into nature for the weekend. No assholes, no work, actually no proper reason to return to civilization for months until her savings were depleted. Not that it was expensive to live life on the road, with the truck paid for she could probably stretch those savings for a long time. A girl could dream, right?
And maybe not just that, after the week she’d been through turning that dream into a reality seemed like the smart thing to do, before she was forced to live the rest of her life in jail after killing a bunch of those assholes barehanded. She could clearly see herself hunched in the middle of dead co-workers – and the thought put a dark grin on her face.
Ruby Part 2: Ruby and the Nurse
Ruby wandered the caves, her psyche weak, but fighting back against the orgasmic suggestions of the slime girl that had just invaded her mind. She found herself in a dark cavernous room, and she tried to adjust her eyes to the dim light. As she searched the room for exits, she felt a sudden piercing pain in her neck. Before she could react, the dizziness set in, and she collapsed to the ground.
She had no idea how long she had been unconscious, but when she awoke, she was in an open area of the caves. The room she woke up in was brighter than the rest, and there were medical instruments on metal tables. Ruby’s vision was hazy and she felt as though the room was spinning around her. She was laying on the hard, cold floor, and when she tried to steady herself enough to sit up, she noticed a woman standing in front of her.
“Well well well, look who is finally awake.” The woman’s voice was gentle but commanding, and she knelt down at Ruby’s side. “Careful now, love. No need to try to stand up, you will be quite weak for a good while now.”
A NIGHT AT THE THEATER…
**My wife Susan and I were out drinking one night in San Diego, celebrating something long forgotten. Back then this was the “old’ San Diego, when it was still a real Navy town, filled with dive bars, adult bookstores and sleazy theaters. At the time, we were both in our early 30s, Susan was very attractive, long brown hair, 38D, and with a beautiful shaved pussy. We staggered out of one bar and headed up Broadway to another when we passed and adult theater. Susan grabbed my arm and said, “Come on, let’s go in, I want you to fuck me in there.”**
**I was more than happy to go along, so I paid the man and we entered the dark theater. I held her hand as we stayed in the back of the theater so our eyes could adjust to the darkness. On the screen a large breasted blonde was bent over and being fucked from behind by a large black cock, her face buried in a very tasty looking pussy.**
I Told my Wife to Fuck Someone Else…And…HOT!
Wife: This one, poor guy, his girlfriend broke up with him last week. I feel bad for him
Me: Aww. That’s never good. Is he hot?
Wife: LOL. He’s attractive, yeah
Me: You should let him fuck you.
The rest gets HOT HOT HOT! [Here are the steamy, juicy details](https://sexualcompass.com/2019/10/23/my-nympho-wife-fucking-someone-else/)!
My Youth
I dated this girl back in the day. We were each other’s first and she would always telling how big my dick was. When we had sex I always had to use really work my way in there and if I didn’t apply any pressure, her pussy would literally push me out.
Eventually we stopped dating and started seeing other people. One day we had sex and for the first time ever, my dick just slid right in. There was no resistance.
She asked me if she felt looser than normal? I asked who was bigger between me and the other guy she’d be seeing and she said “you of course.” But things were never the same.
Her tone changed. She started saying size doesn’t matter. She would always talk about him. Said he was rough and passionate. He has a nice body. Etc.
We kept fucking for a while but eventually we stopped. I always think back to that day and I wonder if she was lying to me.
I often wish I could experience that again. I find the fantasy to be quite thrilling.
So you wanted to know why I’m like this? [M/F, nc, marked, slave]
“So, you want to know why I do it, why I’m like this?” she asked, taking a deep draw, exhaling the smoke slowly through her nose. “I don’t know, honestly. Not fully. I mean, stuff happened, early on, later, but I felt like I made it through all that. I stayed sane, true to myself, pushed forward. Finished High School. A rarity in my family. Then after leaving them all behind, traveling halfway across the country to leave it in the past, started college. All on my own.” She took another deep drag and then fidgeted with her fingers, looking down.
“I even finished college. Got a good entry level job. People would have called me a fucking success story. Small town girl makes it big. And by that standard, I guess I did. I was going places, a shooting star, going up, up, up. And then, life changed.” She stubbed out the cigarette and got another out, offering the reporter one. He shook his head and she shrugged before lighting up. The smoke curled in the small changing room.