Gay Bondage Surprise 3[gay][reluctant][hot tub]

I laid in bed for hours after that intense day. I looked up at the ceiling and went over what had happened over and over, remembering the last words that Myles had said to me.

“Let me know if you ever want some more. Or better yet, have a taste of your own.”

I couldn’t get my mind off of his mouth, his technique, and how eager he was. There was something so wrong with everything that had happened. I knew I wasn’t gay, I just knew it. I couldn’t be. I had been with so many women in my life, I had had a handful of serious girlfriends and dozens of flings and one night stands that were incredible. Tall, leggy blondes with pouty lips and a massive chest, petite brunettes with perky tits, pale redheads with curves, I had had them all. But, as I went over all my sexual encounters in my mind, I realized something disturbing. None of them sucked cock like Myles did.

Innocent Jilling Caught on Camera [Mf][blckmail][mstr]

All characters in the story are 18+

Leaning and cozying up to the star basketball player Sara was tutoring. It was causing that wet spot on her panties to grow, just thinking of the things he could do to her. Focus she told herself after this problem she would be off to her favorite spot in the library.

Done, now she quickly packed up her stuff and hurried off. Walking quickly, almost to the point of running, to her spot, she felt the wetness growing. Finally, her secret spot. No one ever came there every time she had scoped it out. Now she had claimed it as hers.

Throwing her bag down and immediately dropping to the floor she reached her hand up her skirt. Pushing her soaking wet panties to the side she began to play with her clit and soon her attention is solely on pleasing herself. Within minutes the orgasm comes and she’s left spent trying to catch her breath taking in all the pleasure.

In all her haste she missed the post-it note on the shelf. “Look down”. A phone set upright pointing its camera right where she was. She picked it up and turned it around. A blurred figure stared back.

His. [MF]

One.

Two.

Three.

I focused on my breathing as anticipation slowly overtook me. My sweaty palms slid across the steering wheel. I wiped them across my jeans and turned up the radio. The bass thumped hard and then harder, causing my seat to vibrate with each pulse. I shifted in my seat; every red light was torture. Every second that inched closer felt like years away from him. I needed him. I needed to be with him. Finally.

I was close.

I almost lost my nerve as I rounded the last corner and the song ended. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until I saw him. I exhaled sharply and quickly ran my fingers through my hair, worried I looked as nervous as I felt. My hands shook as I got out of the car, my head swimming with thousands of insecure thoughts, each as detrimental as the next. I caught his gaze as he met me on the driveway and my heart fell into my stomach.

Those eyes.

[MF]A night with an old friend

First off this is my first time writing one of these so sorry if it’s not as descriptive or structured well. This story happened about 3 months ago.

To start I’ll lay down some basic details and background about the both of us. I’m 6’1 200, dad bod if you will. Her 5’3 140 she’s got big boobs double D if I remember correctly and a nice little ass. We met years ago in elementary school. We ended up a couple up until she went to a different highschool.

The story begins a couple nights prior. I had listed on Snapchat that I was back in town and she messaged me. We texted for awhile catching up on life. We mutually agreed we she meet up some time to get some drinks and finish catching up. We try to plan a night but our conflicting schedules made it difficult.

Finally the very last night before I left town we agreed we can meet up for drinks. I picked her up from work. She was wearing a pair of short shorts and a crop top that made her boobs looked huge. We went to a nearby bar that she suggested. She said that her and her friends were planning on meeting us there and that they always go there on a Friday night.

Innocent Jilling Caught on Camea Part 4

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/c5divi/innocent_jilling_caught_on_camera/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/c5z979/innocent_jilling_caught_on_tape_pt_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/c9lvgo/innocent_jilling_caught_on_camera_part_3/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app)

Sara was reminded again that she was not to touch herself, which was curious as the Watcher also told her to go to her favorite library spot. What did he have in mind here, she was thinking then the phone changed views and she knew what was going on. This was a test of obedience and will power. The screen was filled with a close up of [two extremely wet, swollen lips](https://www.reddit.com/r/saraleetakesthecake/comments/bahwnb/bonus_butt_pic_i_never_realized_i_have_a_cute/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) and a tip of a cock slipping between them. The tip teased its way in, then popping up and out. The shaft followed, splitting the lips.

Sara gasped at the size of the cock, once it was in full view. She’d never had something so big before inside of her. She wondered if she would be able to take all of it at once. Her legs reflexively started spreading and her hand trailed from her knee down to her inner thigh. She set the phone down so she could pull her pants down. Then abruptly stopped at the button.

Published
Categorized as Erotica

Pure Fantasy take 1

This is with me, B u/PyroBeavis, and his crush, O.

It is just a fantasy and does not depict real events.

We make our way up to the bedroom, giggling with nervous and excited energy.

B sits on the bed, and lazily strokes his cock, a devilish grin on his face.

I pull O to me, kissing her deeply and letting my hands work their way up her shirt to her breasts. With my thumbs i make slow circles around her nipples, bringing them to hard peaks and making her moan into my mouth. I tease her until she’s squeezing her thighs together in anticipation.

Then, B snakes his arms around her waist and slowly spins her to face him. He quickly helps her remove her clothes, leaving them in a pile at her feet. As he lays her down on the bed, i add my clothes to the pile.

Then B starts to kiss his way down her chest, her stomach…all the way to her thighs. Making her anticipation increase, he slowly slides a finger inside her wet pussy as he makes his way to her clit and begins licking and sucking it, making O buck her hips and barely contain a scream.

Fucking [M]y [F]ormer Student

I coached high school speech for several years. I started coaching when I was an undergraduate and continued throughout my time in grad school. It’s an unexpectedly crazy, stressful, competitive little world, so I thought I might share a few stories from my time in that world. There’s a fair bit of setup to this story. If you’re just here for the sex, jump to the line below…

This story takes place in 2009, when I was into my second year of graduate school and my former student, Asha, was a college senior. At the time she was 21 and I was 26. My memory of the event is still pretty clear but, seeing that it’s been almost 10 year, the dialogue isn’t going to be exact…

A bit about me (in the ways that matter for these stories): I’m a fairly generic white guy, 6’ 1”, 190lbs, brown hair, brown eyes, and a 5” uncut thick cock (no, really). I always try to keep in shape, but don’t always succeed.

My Wife, the Closet Exhibitionist, Part II – The Babysitter [MFF]

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cau4d1/my_wife_the_closet_exhibitionist_mf_public/)

I could never, in a thousand years, have guessed that I would be in this situation. I was naked, in the front seat of the car pulling into our garage. Next to me was my wife Kristen, who was also naked, sitting in the passenger seat. We were about to walk into our house where the babysitter, Becka would be most likely sitting at our table working on her college homework and the kids would, please God, be in bed. The ride home had been a blur; our clothes finding new homes along the side of the road and my gorgeous wife keeping me in a fairly constant state of arousal, despite having recently fucked her on the hood of the car in the restaurant parking lot. She had promised me a 40th birthday that I would never forget, and had already lived up to her word. But she clearly had more in mind.

“You’d better let me go in first,” she said as she pushed the button to close the garage door. “Seeing that first thing coming through the door,” she nodded at my 7” hard cock, “could give her a fright.”

[M]y own cum

I love saving up loads for cumplay with my wife or to enjoy myself. Today I perfectly timed a ruined orgasm to drain a mouthful of cum into a hotel bathroom cup that I enjoyed while I finished into the sink.

The Damaged Stowaway. Part 3. [M/f][Str8][Reluctance]

As you all enjoyed the [first](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/ca2ard/the_damaged_stowaway_m_f/) [two](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/cag7jt/the_damaged_stowaway_part_2_mf_str8_older_male/), here is more! Again, feedback, comments, suggestions, ideas, send them all.

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‘Lily! Wait!’ He cried out after her as she disappeared down the stairs. He fumbled with his pants, clumsily staggering down the hall after her. Her cum stained panties, a prized possession, discarded on the floor.

Although she was down the stairs and running out the door by he time he got his pants up, his large powerful stride was no match for her. His heart pounded in his head as he leapt after her small figure. But, in only a few moments, he had caught up to her, barely a few feet out of the yard.

Mark reached out and grabbed her by the waist, causing her to scream out. His strong arms wrapping around her as she began to thrash and buck. She squirmed and cried, her anger turning to defeated sobbing, as her escape attempts barely moved him.

He held her delicate body tight against him, his arms encasing her, holding her still. Lily cried and shouted, called him names like ‘Dirty’ and ‘Sick’. Spat out the words ‘Just like my father’. None of these were untrue he thought, he just had hidden it from her.