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[F]ingered in a crowded bar [M]

Since you all seemed to enjoy my stories of Sam and I in my friend’s pool I figured I should share more. After the fantastic day of fucking, Sam and I had about a week left in our hometown before we both returned to school. Being 21 and students, we both still lived with our parents and siblings (I even shared a room with my 17 year old sister) so our homes weren’t really an option. We quickly discovered we both loved messing around either in public or other situations where we could easily be caught or seen. By the time I arrived on campus I was sore from that week.

Luckily for me, Sam and I went to school in the same city. He was a few miles and a quick public transit ride away. We didn’t really have any mutual friends in the city, but once he arrived back at school a week later we were back to fucking with much more freedom. I lucked out that I technically had a roommate, but she spent 99% of her nights at her boyfriend’s apartment so Sam and I were free to do whatever we wanted. After a few weeks of fully breaking in my little on campus apartment, I realized I still craved the exhibitionist side of our sex. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch1. [Fm, reluctant, non-con, slow, mast, mdom]

Sub M.O.M.S (Ingrid)

by DiscipleN

*For extra context, please read my first “Sub M.O.M.S.” story.

if early teen shenanigans ain’t your thing, ignore instead of down voting

Chapter 1

“My name is Ingrid Muldurhoek, and my son has been in charge of me for ten years.” I smiled at the group. No matter how embarrassed or ashamed or worried at these meetings, I could manage a smile. I suspect, because of my smile and that I manage a small library, I was chosen to organize them. ‘SMOMS’ have no leaders. There is only one person charge of a member, unless they have more than one son.

Until ten years ago, the idea of sons sexually dominating their mothers, would have elicited my librarian, postive neutral smile, ‘Oh, I’m sorry, that subject isn’t available from public libraries. My career as a librarian had brought me within a year or two of becoming my branch’s head librarian. I was achieving all of my humble desires, professionally and for my family. My husband loved his work. My son was about to begin high school. Andrew was a charmer but not in a sexual way, to me. Read more »

Tabitiha’s adventure at the airport

The day finally arrives for Tabitiha’s vacation is here she needs and deserve time off. She can’t wait to spend time on the beach to relax and show off her sexy body in her new bikini. Tabitiha and her family head to the airport she is very horny today. She tried to get the husband to fuck her sexy pussy this morning but he said no time we have to go.

Now she is waiting at the airport with 2 hour delay after about 30 minutes of waiting. Her pussy is aching and very wet she needs some relief. Tabitiha wishes he would of fucked her this morning but luckily she brought her toys . She tells her husband she has to go the restroom she has to get off.

Tabitiha finds an empty stall and goes in shuts the door she pulls her wet panties off and rubs her hot wet bald pussy lips. She needs to cum so bad and then you hear a man yell anybody in here janitor. Tabitiha doesn’t say anything and just keeps rubbing her pussy. She grabs a vibrator out of her purse and starts rubbing her wet lips with it. She has her eyes closed trying to get herself off. Read more »

Aria part 3 of 3 (More from Mr. Leppard)

*I’m fucking. No, he’s fucking me. He’s FUCKING me. No, we’re fucking. WE are fucking. Right now this instant. I am getting fucked. This is what it feels like to fuck.*

Strangely, you were not even thinking these words when you started, on top of him, riding on him like he was some great animal at a long-ago farm visit, or dome of sun-warmed metal at a playground, or unfamiliar-yet exciting vehicle at an amusement park, where foam-wrapped bars clamped all around your body to hold you pinned and trapped so the ride could do whatever it was designed to do to you.

At that time you could concentrate only on stretching and opening, holding your breath lest it take some of the precious space you needed to accommodate him, feeling your delicate skin stretch to membrane-thinness around him, the muscles stretch to and beyond their furthest extent, feel the strange pop and dark huge invasion of yourself, going up and up and up into uncharted regions, in an inch, withdrawing … in again and an inch deeper … receding again … back farther than ever … back out … deepest yet so that you gasped and cringed and he inquired close and softly in your ear if you were going to be okay … Read more »

No Clothes (Or Jealousy) Beyond This Point [FM] [exhibitionism, cuckold]

My girlfriend, Mimi, had just come out to the East Coast with me after she graduated college. I had moved out there a year before for a job opportunity, and after a long and difficult long distance relationship, she got the chance to move out with me. We lived not too far from the coast, and with that, a fairly close proximity to a nude beach. I had heard about it from friends in the area, but I had never checked it out. Mimi was surprised to hear this. Since my first blowjob in a movie theater, I had loved sex in public, and had become a bit of an exhibitionist. There was something about the thrill of getting caught, or being seen, that turned me on. Back in college, Mimi helped indulge this fetish with sex on the docks of a lake, on a hiking path, the stairwell of her apartment complex, and in a changing room. She imagined I would at least check out the beach. I had wanted to, but the chance just never presented itself. Mimi and I had been in sort of an open relationship while we were separated. We had a long discussion before I moved away that we could play with other people, but that we would still consider ourselves a couple. We didn’t ask each other about our experiences, though she later told me about her’s, and the thought of them had turned me on for some reason. The thought of her being a slut for other people made me jealous, but drove me to fuck her like I had never before. Read more »

[MF] Trip to Busan

Background:I’m a black guy, athletic build. in the military, currently living in Korea. So this story happened last weekend. I’m a sucker for background info but if so there’s a lot of that but skip to the XXX for just the sexy stuff

So not too long after getting to Korea I met this girl on base named Veronica. Veronica is an absolutely gorgeous Latina. Big lips, great ass, decent size tits. She reminds me of Rosario Dawson. Well turns out we had a lot of in common. So we became friends with s little flirting but She had a boyfriend so it never crossed over anything other than a friendship.

Last month though her boyfriend’s tour in Korea was up and he moved on to his next base so naturally I had dreams of making it out of the “friend zone.” We started hanging out more and the flirting got a little more intense but she told me straight up that she enjoys my friendship the way it is and didn’t want to change it so I was under the impression that nothing would happen between us. Read more »

Intimate Healing [MF]

“Terry, I have a headache.”

Usually, when a man’s girlfriend of two years uttered those words, it meant he was in for a lonely night. That was the standard response women gave their lovers when they said they weren’t in the mood for sex. Luckily for Terry Draka, though, his girlfriend wasn’t most women and their sex life had never been that standard.

“Say no more, Nina. I’m also extra sore tonight,” he told her.

“Glad to hear,” she replied. “Wait…that came our wrong. What I meant to say was…”

“It’s okay, babe,” Terry said with a humored grin. “I know what you meant.”

His lover cast him a look of relief and affection. Nina Highland had a knack for saying that carried mixed messages. She claimed it was the primary reason why she’d only dated two other men before him, despite having the natural beauty that made men stupid. Terry liked to think he’d been less stupid than most when it came to being with her. It probably helped that he knew just how to treat those headaches of hers.

“I take it that means you want to skip the movie we rented and take this to the bedroom,” he said to her. Read more »

Used And Abandoned [MF]

Let’s try this again as my post got removed

As an ex club jock I have a lot of stories but this one is pretty amusing (and could ‘out’ me if the wrong person saw it) but it’s worth the risk.

AAANNNYWAYYY.

I had a very rare shit night where nothing was working. Scratched records, the crowd was restless and hard to get a read on. By the end of the night I was tired, sweat soaked, and PISSED.

Now a buddy of mine was a bit down on his luck and I’d agreed to let him crash at my place for the weekend (he came into town every weekend to party and see his girl) so I expected them to be home when I got there. I stopped by Taco Bell on my way home and got myself three soft tacos with extra guac and sour cream.

When I walk into my apartment his gf and he were laying on my couch obviously naked under the quilt my grandmother hand made for me. I was already pissed off so I walked over to them, ripped the quilt off of them, and yelled ‘THERE WILL BE NO FUCKING ON THIS QUILT’. Then I proceeded to sit down at the dining room table where I could see both of them even though I wasn’t interested. Read more »

Aria part 2 of 3 (More from Mr. Leppard)

The intervening days have been so normal. He has been pleasant and business-as-usual with you, although every time you are in his presence you feel that half of you hangs wide open and unhinged, exposed and vulnerable, hopelessly compromised. You find yourself staring at him in sweet pain, waiting for him to acknowledge what you did, what happened. He never does. Finally one night after dinner, in the kitchen, when you have finished washing the dishes and he comes in to place the empty wine bottle in the trash. He stops to gaze at you and his eyes capture yours just as surely as his hand caught your wrist that morning, so that you cannot move or escape until something is said or done. The sensation of him staring into your eyes is like falling from a cliff or facing an approaching wave at the beach, the outrushing water dragging dizzyingly on the backs of your knees and threatening to suck you down and out to sea.

He only raises a hand to the side of your face and tucks your hair behind your ear, fingers brushing your cheek. He says, so beautiful!, looks a moment more, then leaves with a slight smile while you twist and dangle in the gale, in the tumbling power of the broken wave, buffeted by water and sand, standing there in your apron. Read more »