Whiplash (Part 1) (MF) (Straight) (Long)

Part 1

Boring. Everything was just so boring. It’s been exactly six months since it happened, an entire half of a year gone to waste.

She stirred her third drink as her mind wandered. It’s been six whole months but she still remembered every detail of the life Liam and her shared together. How he used to put a towel in the dryer as she was taking a shower so that it would always be warm and fluffy when she stepped out, or how he would put a chocolate bar in herbag every Monday morning so that she would have something to sweeten the start of a new work week. Cara’s thoughts soon drifted further to lazy Saturday afternoons, where they would be lying on the couch, intertwined and watching a movie. Or at least, trying to. Even now, she could feel his strong hands giving feather light touches across her neck, softly circling her slowly hardening nipples, caressing down her taut, slender body, her thighs, and finally reaching toward her–

Fucking an older woman in Orlando [MF]

Been a while guys, here’s a fun little story from a vacation I took this summer.

A little bit about me: I’m 26 years old, around 6 feet tall and 205 pounds, athletic figure. I have dark brown hair and the same color eyes. Kind of a hairy dude, but so far haven’t heard any complaints about it. I have a couple stories I feel like sharing, and the community on this board seems to be very welcoming to that, so I thought it best to post my experiences here. Hope you enjoy!

I travel quite a bit, and I normally find myself in Orlando pretty often visiting one of the theme parks a couple times a year. I had a week long vacation from work recently and decided to head to Universal resort for a few days. I brought my cousin with me because his girlfriend lived down there and he wanted to see her. Since he was going to be spending time with her I was going to be alone the majority of the trip, which is fine, since it also meant I had a room to myself for the week. So on the second day of the trip, I head on the shuttle bus and go to the Universal Studios theme park. I should mention this was a very last minute trip and I packed like it. I was wearing soccer shorts and a tank top, looking like a real loser. Also rocking a universal fanny pack I bought when we landed since my shorts had no pockets. I was not expecting to get much attention.

The more the merrier

Charlotte ‘Don’t be nervous babe, it’s gonna be fun’ I say and kiss my husband Jared gently. I brush some of the stubborn blonde curls out of his face, take his hand and take a step over to be on his side. I must have sounded a lot calmer than I am, because when I look in the body length mirror I can see my cheeks blushing red – for me that is a clear sign of nervous excitement. I let my glance wander over what the mirror shows me: Jared and I are an attractive couple. He is tall, has a full beard, curious green eyes and wild blonde curls that he now decides to tame and tie back in a bun – a look I love on him. His curls caught my eye when I first saw him in a North Vancouver laundromat where we both lived at the time. I wanted to talk to him and couldn’t think of anything better than asking his opinion on what the best dryer was. Fast forward seven years: we’re happily married and his curls and cheeky smile still drive me crazy. When I look at myself I see a confident blonde, that hardly reaches Jared’s shoulders. What I like about myself are my light blue eyes and my curves – my full, perky tits and skinny waist have always made me feel feminine and sexy. Jared says he first noticed my prominent, round booty, which in my opinion could be a little less noticeable, but hey – my man loves ass. I’m just about to lose myself in a day dream about our last anal session, when the elevator doors open. My husband squeezes my hand hard and says with his brows raised ‘Charlotte, we don’t have to do this, you know. We can just go home and pretend it never happened.’ ‘Jared, we both want this. We’ve wanted it for too long. Don’t think too much please, love. And remember whatever happens in there, I am ok with it as long as i don’t say the code word.’ ‘Exit’ he exhales. ‘Exit’ I say gently. I kiss Jared again, passionately this time. He pulls me close to him and let’s his hands wander down my spine until he reaches my butt cheeks and squeezes them hard with both hands, while my tongue plays with his. I press my body against his and can already feel his erection. I love that I can still turn my long term partner on in an instant and am happy about our fulfilled sex life. Indeed, boredom or lost passion is not why we came into this posh apartment building in downtown Calgary today. Jared and I are here to act on a fantasy that we have been sharing for years: swinging, an orgy, partner swap – call it what you want. We have been living in a perfectly monogamous relationship and have no interest in dating other people, but we have both always wanted to have sex with more people at a time and we want to do this together. A couple of months ago I created an account on a platform designed to bring interested couples together and when I had found our perfect match, I presented my idea to Jared. He sure was skeptical and uncertain whether or not we were ready, but after reading through my correspondence with the fellow pair and viewing pictures, he was into it. The couple I clicked with instantly consisted of Eric and Tanya, who were both slightly older than us and definitely a lot more experienced in the field of of swinging – they were very willing to give us some guidance. Jared and I have now arrived at apartment number 72, I take a deep breath and ring the bell before my husband can raise more doubts about this endeavor. seconds later Tanya opens the door with a big smile and let’s us in ‘welcome Charlotte and Jared, I’m so glad to finally meet you in person.’ Eric appears next to her and greets us with a friendly nod. We don’t hug, there are no kisses, but the two politely take our coats and lead us to the living room where we sit down opposite the experienced pair. Tanya has offered us champagne which we gladly both take sips from. She is truly gorgeous and exceeds the expectations I had after she sent me pictures of herself. She is a bit taller than me and has a fit body, she obviously works out to stay in shape. When I followed her into the apartment earlier I noticed a tight, perfectly apple-shaped butt under her satin dress. Tanya’s hair is of a natural dark red color and the sleek lengths beautifully frame her pretty face with those full, peachy lips. Her hazel eyes seem honest and kind. Eric on the other side isn’t the kind of man I would turn my head on the streets for. He is a bit shorter than Jared, clean shaven and wears his dark hair in a trimmed short cut. I can see lots of grey hairs on his head – it makes him look more mature than he probably is. Eric’s charisma only shines when he speaks I notice a second later. All this time he hasn’t said a word and now speaks up with the deep, raw voice of a chain smoker of 20 years ‘I would also like to welcome you, Charlotte and Jared. We are pleased to have you here. You might have already noticed that we seem a little bit reserved. That is, and as you know we have been swingers for almost 10 years now, we find it is better not to develop a personal relationship with other pairs. We like to invite you, host you and certainly fuck you, we do not want to be your friends.’ I’m not sure if this bluntness should put us off, it certainly does the opposite for me. I notice my vagina starting to get wet listening to this serious man. ‘Now whenever you’re ready, we’d like to invite you to take a dip in the pool on our deck before we head into the bedroom. Drink up.. friends’ the last words he says with a sarcastic smile on his face. In fact their ‘policy’ suits us really well, as personal relationships have been our biggest concern anticipating this adventure. I more than Jared have been worried he’d fall for another woman if we ever engaged in this fantasy. We finish our glasses of champagne and follow our hosts to the deck located just outside of the living room. I can’t help but exchanging an impressed look with my husband – from the pool deck you can overlook the city of Calgary. I have no doubt Eric and Tanja do well for themselves, but, as our host made clear, we will not get into careers or any personal stuff. It’s early August and it already has been a hot and dry summer in Alberta, which actually makes me really excited to jump into the tempting blue water. Tanya is standing next to me and starts to undress slowly. She notices my stare and asks with an encouraging smile ‘are you guys comfortable with skinny dipping?’. What an absurd question that is considering we literally came here to have sex with them. She indeed is a polite hostess. Instead of an answer I tear off my light summer dress in one smooth movement and reveal my naked body – Jared and I had decided no underwear was the way to go today. I smile back at Tanya teasingly and start walking down the stairs into the water. The coolness of it brings relief to my heat that has taken over my body ever since we entered the place. I am in all the way now and tilt my head back to wet my hair, while waiting for my ‘playmates’ to join me. Tanya has revealed a pair of beautiful breasts and a clean shaven pussy – the way I like it for myself. When’s she is wading into the water, Jared follows close behind her and I notice him glancing at her butt. For a moment I feel jealousy flaming up inside me, which I consciously put aside. Today there is no being jealous. Jared is my committed partner, but we both want to fuck other people together and unpleasant emotions have no space in this adventure. So instead I try to be happy for the joy and excitement he must feel staring at that beautiful woman – I feel it too. Eric is still fully dressed and let’s his glance wander over all of us now calmly swimming in the pool, waiting for him to come in. ‘Charlotte, will you join me inside? I changed my mind about the swim. Jared and Tanya will come in soon.’ That is unexpected, I didn’t think we would split up into pairs immediately. With a nod and encouraging look from my husband though, I swim over to the stairs and take Eric’s strong hand as he helps me out of the pool. He hands me a towel and I quickly dry my body and hair off. Unsure wether or not I should wrap the towel around me or just cut to the core and go inside naked, I feel a little lost for a moment. ‘No need for the towel. Let me see those big tits of yours’ Eric makes the decision for me and I drop the towel right away. Although I have been naked all this time I feel uncomfortable under his gaze. He let’s his eyes wander from my full boobs over my stomach, down to my sex and back up. ‘Come on’. I don’t even look back at what happens in the pool, but I can hear my husband chuckle and have a feeling he is in good hands. Eric leads me into the bedroom, which to my surprise not only consists of a big bed, but also numerous other amenities like a high leather bench, bondage appliances on the wall that look like several leather belts and a shelf which is fully stocked with all sorts of sex toys: various vibrators, but plugs, whips – you name it. Jared and I often use toys, so I am no stranger to what I see, the sheer amount though is overwhelming. Eric takes my hand and leads me to the bed, where he signals me to sit down. I can feel how excited my body is getting in anticipation of what will come next. Eric shows little emotion and he says even less, but he has a natural authority that makes me want to obey and do whatever he’d like me to. ‘Spread your legs and lean back, lower your back on the bed’. I do as he says and close my eyes. My head rests on the centre of the bed, while my legs reach towards either lower corner. I expect him to get undressed now, but instead he grips both my legs and pulls me closer to where he is standing at the end of the bed. My legs are still spread wide apart, but my butt is now on the end of the bed, just where Eric can reach we’ll without leaving his position. I close my eyes again and stretch my arms above my head to reach for the pillows. Then I feel his touch on my pussy. He has gone straight for my clit and massages the small pea-shaped spot with capable movements. I guess there’s no beating around the bush with this one. He let’s his finger run over my clit from top to bottom, over and over again. I can feel how wet I am and my body is longing for more. I push my pelvis towards Eric and let out a moan. I am pushing away thoughts that this is not my husband, that this is the first man in 7 years who has touched me like that, apart from Jared. I put those thoughts in a box and give in to the pleasure. I can feel his other hand now working it’s way down, two fingers into my tight and wet pussy. Eric starts massaging my hot insides while his other hand is teasing my clit. I open my eyes and see the grey-haired muscular man staring at me, watching my every sensation. He looks focused, concentrated. My moans grow loader as his movements become wilder. Just when I can start feeling the tickling sensation of an orgasm that is about to happen, he stops. ‘What why’ I can’t help but exclaiming. ‘I like it a little bit different darling’ Eric smiles, offers his hand and helps me up. I follow him over to the leather bench, which reaches up almost to my hip. He tells me to bend over and lower me stomach onto the bench. So I do as he says and bend over, arch my back and present my butt and dripping wet pussy. ‘Bring your hands together behind your back, I’m going to tie them up.’ I immediately obey and he quickly puts a small rope around my wrists, that make it impossible for me to move my arms. He then adds another rope that he attaches under the bench and brings around my waist – he is tying me to the bench. For a second I wonder whether I’m completely crazy putting myself in such a helpless situation with a compete stranger. He could do whatever he’d want now. I hear a deep, pleasant sigh coming from Eric ‘Yes, that’s how I like it.’ I can sense him moving behind me and although I can’t see anything, the sounds of falling clothes tell me he is finally getting naked. Will he fuck me now after all? I wish I could touch myself, could make myself come. The waiting is torture, my body wants more. I can feel a hard object touching my butt cheeks and I first think it’s his dick, but then I notice it must be one of the toys. He strokes me with it, let’s it wander over my cheeks slowly. ‘I hope you like anal Charlotte’ Eric says as he quickly dips a finger in the wet of my pussy, lets it wander up to my asshole and bluntly sticks it in there. I let out a surprised scream due to this harsh movement. ‘There, there’ he now says softly while moving his finger gently inside my butthole. He moves it slowly a little back out, then pushes in further. I have done anal before of course, but I like knowing what’s going to happen before it does. I’m starting to relax and stop contracting my muscles, which allows Eric to move his finger deeper inside me and add another one. I can hear him moaning behind me and can only imagine how fucking hard his dick must be by now. All this time my eyes are closed and I enjoy him working away in my ass. What I really want is his dick, but I’m staying patient and don’t say a word. Then I hear footsteps and realize Jared and Tanya must finally join us. ‘Perfect timing as always, my love. Please assist. Jared, you go sit down right in front of your wife so she can look at you while we do this’ Eric says, his fingers still up my butt. Eric appears in front of me. I see concern on his face and he looks at me with a wondering expression. I nod to signalize him everything is ok. I see that he is fighting jealously caused by another mans fingers up my asshole, but I’m sure my partner has had his fun in the last 30 minutes since I left him with Tanya. Tanya is now behind me, standing next to Eric who removes his fingers. ‘Can I please finger her, Eric?’ she asks him hopefully. I can only assume that he nods, because seconds later I feel slim fingers stimulating my clit. She is much more gentle than her husband, massages my most sensitive spot with soft strokes and plays with my inner labia to increase the pleasure. I close my eyes and let out loud moans while being almost completely unable to move. Tanya keeps rubbing my clit, when Eric is trying to insert something in my anus – bigger than two fingers certainly. ‘I will stimulate your anus with anal beads Charlotte. I will put 3 big beads in and pull them out when you orgasm. Trust me, you’re gonna like it.’ I am not so sure about this, feeling pain and contracting my muscles as a reflex, making it even harder for Eric to get those beads up my ass. Tanya’s touches, one hand on my clit, a finger massaging my g-spot now inside, help me relax and let go and Eric is able to put the beads into my asshole. The first one is the hardest, second and third follow much easier. I feel the beads inside me and enjoy the sensation. Tanja changes positions and is now directly behind me, her naked sex pressed against my butt. I can feel how wet she is and think how much I want to eat out that beautiful pussy of hers. The thought of touching her vagina and boobs and her relentless stroking and rubbing puts me over the edge and I can feel heat waves running through my body. My chests feels warmer and warmer, then the tickles wander down my stomach that fills with butterflies. When the waves reach my vagina I feel the muscles in my pussy contracting and let out a scream. That’s when Eric pulls out the beads and the release of every single one feels like a single orgasm to me. My body shakes and shakes again with enormous waves of pleasure and satisfaction running through it. With a last quiet sigh I open my eyes and lock eyes with my husband who now stands in front of me and see that he is stroking his stiff dick. And I know it has just begun.

Sarah is [M]y Tinderella [Part 3] [MF]

Gentlemen, and ladies/catfish, sorry for not posting in ages. Life and Sarah have kept me busy recently.

That’s a good way of summarizing the past few months… busy. I’ve had to go out of town for work more than once which sounds cool, but honestly, I’m not a fan of it. It interrupts my schedule of working out and eating right and since I can be pretty introverted, I find myself flicking through the channels alone on weeknights. And by the time I can get home, I have to use the weekends to prepare for the week. It can get grueling and a little lonely.

What’s worse is that one night a week is pretty much all I can spend with Sarah. I took off another Thursday from work which, believe me, we made the most of, but I’m going to stay away from that in the future. Too many of my coworkers are asking nosy questions about if I’m seeing anyone, why I seem to walk with a spring in my step on Thursday morning, et cetera, and I’m not willing to explain the situation with Sarah. Maybe that makes me shallow? Or maybe I’ve internalized a fair bit of slut-shaming? I don’t know.

Poker Night

*Sophie plans a surprise for her boyfriend, Greg. It doesn’t go according to plan…but it works out better for her!*

*Shoutout to* /u/throwawaypam1 *for giving me the prompt that led to this!*

“Call,” Greg said, tossing his chips into the middle of the beat-up, hand-me-down table.

Sophie frowned. Her boyfriend was a terrible bluffer, but she believed he was holding a decent hand. He just kept getting lucky tonight.

“Raise,” Emily smiled, cheerfully tossing in another ten buck chip. She was a bubbly little blonde, all smiles and pearly whites. Sophie had known her since middle school—before her tits had popped out of nowhere one summer and packs of drooling boys had started worshiping the ground she flounced across. Still, she was a sweetheart.

Sophie had been a later bloomer, but she teased Em that she’d won in the end. Emily’s more-than-ample, ivory-white cleavage could stun a man at twenty paces, sure, but Sophie could let her brunette tresses drape across the cinnamon cannons she eventually grew and flatten a whole platoon. It had just taken her until senior year to get the artillery up and running, that’s all. She was the more athletic of the pair, to boot, though Emily had the supermodel legs-for-miles physique going for her. They joked about who would break more hearts, now that the pair of them were off to college.

Heroic Lust Series Part 3 (MM)

“FUCK,” the villain screamed rather immaturely. Metal bars from the curling has crashed down onto his lithe figure, trapping him in place. Before he could move, even more beams continued to rain upon him, trapping his limbs and head into place. He stood there awkwardly, attempting to wrestle his way out of the metal.

By then, the complex had finished throwing its destructive tantrum.

Everything fell silent, except for the villain’s grunts of effort. The walls stopped collapsing- they were far too damaged to take anymore. The ceiling-or what was left of it- ceased spitting down torrents of metal debris. The hero held a hand over his mouth, realizing that the entire underground building was destroyed-

Including the NS.

“Wow, you almost made it,” the hero laughed, amused by how he villain had just *barely* managed to fail. The older man was still trapped, and threw the boy a hateful stare. A smile spread through the hero’s sea of freckles as he realized the man was now entirely at his mercy.

Heroic Lust Series, Part Two (MM)

“Poor baby,” the villain sneered, digging his boots into his victim’s spine. “This isn’t really your fault, since you’re a bit brainwashed. However, the fact that you haven’t snapped out of it says something about you.”

The hero weakly glanced up at his enemy, still rubbing his jaw. The pain had left, due to the younger man’s superhuman healing abilities, but it was the memory of it that hurt him.

“Snap out of what?” the hero mouthed off. “You’re using that to destroy brains! You’re a walking rabies virus! It’s-“

“It’s for people who opposes the right way-*my* way. Society is twisted, the justice system is backwards, and someone needs to fix it.”

The hero scowled. “Who says it has to be you?”

And all the while, as the villain stood dominantly over him with a triumphant stance, the hero began to feel something he couldn’t quite describe.

“It may not have to have been me,” the villain agreed, “But it has to be *somebody*. Be the change you want to see.”

“You sound like a cheap, stupid motivational card.”

“You really *are* childish, aren’t you?”

Heroic Lust Series, Part One (MM)

(The next chapter is more of the sexy stuff; this is just a precursor. I like a little background. Yes, there are no names in this. Feel free to think of your favorite superhero/villain pair and insert)

The villain stood in front of the glass doors, his breaths calm and collected. His suit was a bit crinkled and stained from his escapades, but it was worth it. Just beyond the barriers lied a one of the most advanced pieces technology the human race had to offer. Though it was quiet small, the highest paid engineers had manufactured a magnificent torture device- a neurotransmitter scrambler, or NS for short. It sat on a large, metal pedestal, almost begging to be picked up. With the power to utterly destroy the brain of anyone in it’s path, it was the perfect weapon for domination.

But something was wrong.

The villain gently ran a gloved hand across the glass, his fingers tracing nonsensical shapes as he submerged himself in his thoughts. Was it really supposed to be this fast? Was the weapon this easy to snatch from the world, to make it all his? No- there had to be a trap, and he would find out.

Dropping off a fantasy [MF] [MILF]

I was handed the SD card at around 2:30 p.m. and figured I had about an hour and a half of work left before my mind checked out for the day. The customer was probably in her mid 40s and came by every once in a while to hand in artwork or photos so my company could print T-shirts, posters or whatever she had planned for the current project she was involved with.

I had probably have dealt with this woman around a dozen times over the past year or so. While I had seen her in everything from casual business attire to workout clothing including yoga pants, she always looked the part of a confident woman who dripped of sexual energy. Our conversations were usually quite short and to the point, but she always managed a flirty smile and a witty comment or two.

On this particular day, I was the only one in the office and really had not anticipated much more business for the rest of day. I eased into my chair, popped the card in the computer and waited the brief second for the files to pop up on the screen. There were many more than usual and I kind of resigned myself that this was going to be more of an effort to sort through the work than I had expected. Oh well, it’s not like she’s the worst customer by a long shot.

[F] Free grabs at a Halloween party

Very short story, I dressed up as a Baywatch girl for the Halloween party I went to tonight. I started to flirt with a guy at the party and he slapped and grabbed my ass in front of a lot of people, which I loved. After that the whole night I had other guys coming up to me asking to grab or slap my ass. I said yes to every single guy. Now I’m sitting home very horny