What Lies Beneath ~ Part 1 (an ongoing, community driven story)

**18+ seeking 18+ for fantasy**

*The storm came out of nowhere, weather reports had predicted a safe return for the crew and passengers of the cruise ship Harmony. Now rain pounded the ship’s deck as waves crashed into its side, many of the passengers cower in their rooms or other areas of the ship while the crew does its best to keep everyone afloat.*

*Suddenly, everything is quiet. The rain is calm and the water is still. Several crew members peak outside, it appears that the ship has drifted into something like the eye of a hurricane. The storm is still raging on, but the ship floats on untouched in this solitary patch of ocean.*

*The silence is broken as a shriek cracks through the salty air. The inhuman cry shakes those who hear it to their core, but they’re more unsettled when more cries are emitted. All around the ship things scream, unseen as they lurk beneath the surface.*

*Then something new is heard, a low, bellowing groan. Off in the distance from behind a wall of fog, something rises out of the sea. Something gargantuan, though it’s far away now it seems to be turning its attention towards the ship.*

Road Trip (M/F)

I’m rubbing his cock over his jeans while we drive down a desolate highway on a cross-country road trip. He’s hard, straining against the dense fabric, and my pussy aches to be filled.
“I think we should pull over.” I announce.
“Where?” he glances at me, a sly grin spreading across his face.
“Anywhere, doesn’t matter.” I shrug, my hand still working him.
He glances in the rear view mirror, slows the car, and veers off to the right. We’re in plain view, but the sun is setting. We’ve only passed a couple of other vehicles in the last hour.
“We’ll have to be quick.” he says, unbuckling his seat belt.
“That won’t be a problem.” I’m already hoisting myself out of the seat, and climbing into the backseat.
He joins me after getting out of the car, opening the rear doors, and climbing in, both of us laughing at his practicality.
I straddle him, pulling my flouncy cotton sun dress up to my hips and unzipping his jeans as he kneads my breasts, our lips melting into each other, my tongue pushing against his tasting coffee on him. I pull his cock out, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I wrap my fingers around the base and stroke him.
His envelops my jaw and neck. I let go of his cock and press my cunt to it, grinding against it, feeling the heat of my arousal spread through my skin.
I lift myself up, knee pressing into the door as I pull aside my underwear and push him inside of me, feeling myself devour him. I’m fervent with desire to be unraveled.
I press my torso against his feeling my pert nipples brush against his body as my hips rock slowly forward and backward appreciating the feeling of his circumference sliding in and out of me. I bury my face into his neck, my hands gripping the back seat as I buck against him, harder now, the muscles of my ass contracting with every thrust.
He grabs my ass, spreading the cheeks apart as he pulls me into him with a force that matches my rocking. My knee is knocking against the door, a light sheen of sweat shines across my chest and face.
My knuckles turn white from holding on to the seat. My clit presses against his body with every thrust, lighting it up, making me want more. I graze his neck with my teeth and tongue, tasting his salty skin.
He spanks my ass so hard it sends fiery pleasure across my skin. I bite harder, and he spanks me again, meeting the intensity of my aggression. I fuck him harder, my pussy drenching his cock and the fabric of his jeans as a car, then two pass by.
I move steadily against him, hoping to beat him to an orgasm, and giggling about the show we’re putting on. His hand snakes through my hair before he gathers a fistful of it and pulls. I tilt my head back, exposing my throat and I feel his lips there, tracing its length. I release my grip on the seat and wrap my arms around him feeling the warm contractions of my orgasm unfurling beneath my skin.
My body releases its rhythmic pulses, as the tension of desire dissolves inside of me with each crashing wave of sensation. My voice cries out as I drown in my own pleasure, unaware of anything except for him buried deep inside of me.

Her Son’s Bully 3 [MF]

She was at the pharmacy, not her usual pharmacy mind you, picking up lube and the morning after pill. As soon as she got out of work she changed into clogs and tight, short jeans that cupped her ass like she was a teenager. This act of dressing younger, of wearing a short shirt without a bra, was her finally getting to act on something she thought was locked up for far too long.

The guy at the counter couldn’t help but look at her, you could see what color her nipples were through her shirt and with shades on covering her eyes you could barely tell she was older. She could still feel it, those cocks left her hurting, but there was this good feeling that came from being a shameless slut. When her phone rang she hoped it was him with something bad to do.

It was the church. She worked at her church making sure the money worked out, nobody was going to go over-budget with her. There was a meeting and somebody couldn’t be there, they needed someone who could do the computer stuff and she agreed. It was then she looked down and realized she might need to put on a bra.

[MF] Hotel Hot Tub Rendezvous

Everyone seems to have enjoyed this story so I’ll share it here for you. Let me know what you think!

It all happened a few years ago. My bf at the time and I were at a hotel while out of town visiting a friend. One night, after drinking a bit, we went out to the hotel hot tub to soak. Being a week night the pool area was abandoned and we teased each other a bit under the water getting each other worked up for the after-pool fun.

We were getting pretty turned on when some older 60-something year old guy walks in and plops himself down in the hot tub without saying a word. My bf and I just stop and look at each other, a bit annoyed. Of course by this point we are both extremely horny but wanting to soak a bit more. To top it all off the guy kept checking me out, and staring. Apparently at 60-something you don’t even try to hide it anymore.

Now, at this point my bf and I had been dating a few months. Long enough to have had our share of fun, but we hadn’t really learned much of each other’s kinks at this point. So what happened next really threw me off.

What Lies Beneath ~ Part 1 (an ongoing, community driven story)

**18+ seeking 18+ for fantasy**

*The storm came out of nowhere, weather reports had predicted a safe return for the crew and passengers of the cruise ship Harmony. Now rain pounded the ship’s deck as waves crashed into its side, many of the passengers cower in their rooms or other areas of the ship while the crew does its best to keep everyone afloat.*

*Suddenly, everything is quiet. The rain is calm and the water is still. Several crew members peak outside, it appears that the ship has drifted into something like the eye of a hurricane. The storm is still raging on, but the ship floats on untouched in this solitary patch of ocean.*

*The silence is broken as a shriek cracks through the salty air. The inhuman cry shakes those who hear it to their core, but they’re more unsettled when more cries are emitted. All around the ship things scream, unseen as they lurk beneath the surface.*

*Then something new is heard, a low, bellowing groan. Off in the distance from [behind a wall of fog](https://imgur.com/B1D0FRT), something rises out of the sea. Something gargantuan, though it’s far away now it seems to be turning its attention towards the ship.*

Plugged, Edged, and Dripping with Sweat [FM][D/s][Ass Play]

Last night I️ had my spin class. It was my first time taking spin in weeks and I️ wasn’t sure if I️ was ready for it but my Dom already said I️ was to going. I️ am not a quitter. He picked out my outfit, wished me luck, and asked what I️ was going to write on my body.

My Dom likes me to write filthy things on my body to show that it belongs to him. He like branding his slut. Last time it was his initials and the word slut underneath my boobs . He let me choose last night and my only instruction was “Surprise me”. I️ thought long and hard and decided on writing “Sua para mim, puta maravilhosa” which meant “sweat for me you marvelous bitch” in Portuguese, my Doms native tongue.

That wasn’t the surprising part. He likes to say that phrase a lot. To really up the challenge I️ decide to write it on the inside of my wrist for all the gym to see. I️ wrote the words big and in sharpie. I️ showed him the surprise and he was very pleased at my daring stunt saying he hopes someone can read Portuguese in the class. I️ hoped not but secretly wished someone would read such dirty words and confront me.

[MF] Sleeping with and dominated by my former professor

A couple years ago, I got my first and only B in college. Thanks, multivariable calculus. Mostly, I remember sitting in section confused out of my mind as my TA talked about B coordinates and eigenvectors and stuff. The poor grade was partially my fault; living on the opposite end of the campus as lecture meant I did not go to office hours as much as I should have. As a result, while some girls in my class talked about how the professor was attractive enough to make up for the 12 hours of psets we had to do a week, I skipped lecture often enough that I didn’t even know what he looked like until the final exam. By then I was so tired from 10 straight hours of studying that I barely glanced at him before diving into the blue answer booklets.

I’d totally deleted Professor M and his class from my memory, until recently when I split up with the older man who’d taken my virginity and had been breeding me on the regular. He recommended I rebound with a friend of his, and as pissed off at him as I was at the time, well. When I met Professor M again (in the parking lot of a Denny’s of all places), I noticed all the things I hadn’t the first time: how tall he was, how he could definitely hold me down and keep me down, and how the touch of silver at his temples made him quite handsome.

My High School biology teacher Pt. 3 Birthday sleepover. [lingerie], [oral], [riding cowgirl] [FM]

**I previously posted parts 1 and 2 of ‘My high school biology teacher’ a couple of weeks ago. I’m now using a new account just for the purpose of posting these stories about a long, glorious summer I spent fucking my high school biology teacher (Mr. B). He was amazing and the first man I loved. This is the account of our first sleepover at his house on his 43rd birthday, my first time wearing lingerie and the first time I rode a man like a wild animal… Embellished for artistic license but all events and general conversations are real.. enjoy!**

My high school biology teacher : Mating Displays in Mammals.

After our first encounter (parts 1 and 2), I had been back to Mr.B’s house many more times, always after school had ended and he was settled for the evening; typically around 7pm. I would arrive, we kissed, then he would work on his marking and lesson plan while I perused his large book collection, watched tv, or sat in his lap waiting patiently for him to turn his attention to me. I was still his good little student, even though I was now 18, exams were over and I had technically left school. He asked me questions about biology from his lesson plans and I loved watching him work. I was spending one of these evenings at his home with him in the middle of June…

Playing with the Cat #1, or why I like 19 [MF]

Some years ago, I worked in the restaurant business and as often happens, we all flirted a little and had fun at work. It made the shifts go by a little easier. These were mostly innocent, but I found the attention of one of the cooks, Cat, too much of a distraction, due in part to the fact I couldn’t exactly figure out what it was about her that was so magnetic. I mean, no disrespect, but she wasn’t that smoking hot, over the top type you might think. She was really the “girl next door”, pony tail for work, kinda average in every way looking girl. She had reddish brown hair, a cute smile, blue green eyes and a girlish figure with curves, but there was def something unique and different about this girl. Some kind of spark. I knew she had an effervescent personality and a great smile. Despite this, I tried to ignore the vibe and was successful for a bit. I needed to be. After all, I was her manager and a handful of years older. Not worth it, right?

[MF] I wake him up with my mouth for our first time

Your breathing is even and deep. The room, slightly cold, hums with soft white noise from the fan in the corner. Beneath my silk robe, I feel my nipples harden.

Waiting on the couch in your living room while you fell asleep was the hardest thing I’ve had to do in months. I desperately wanted to slide your bedroom door open quietly, slip my leg in. Then my body. And come to you wet and hungry.

Now that I’m here, I spend a moment watching you sleep, standing beside your bed. I pull the tie to my robe, and it falls open revealing my pale, freckled skin. I’ve worn nothing underneath, and the fabric falls loosely over my stiff nipples as I sit on the edge of your bed.

I slip one hand under the your blanket until I find your hip. Then I lift my hand to bring the blanket upward and slip my hand carefully into your underwear to grasp your cock.