[MF] Some weekend fun – first time eating ass

My wife and I have two kids under 2, so we don’t get to jump each other like we used to do. This past weekend as a little bit of the “old times”.

Staying at a friend’s beach condo for some time away, we were pretty lazy about the weekend with no schedules and just a desire to sleep-in, eat well, and fuck.

After deciding to shower for the day and get motivated, my wife went first. After I finished my shower I walked into the bedroom to she her on all fours, ass pointed towards me, and her favorite egg pressed against her clit.

“I’m holding back. Make me cum.”

I dove into her pussy and started licking and probing her with my tongue. She was right that she was close and came within a minute or two.

When I came up for air to admire a job well done, I couldn’t help but see the perfect little asshole twitching with the last spasms of her orgasm. She had gotten a full wax for this trip, and everything was smooth. I’m not sure what told me to do this, but I started licking her asshole with my tongue, having never done this before. Read more »

I didn’t know she had a fiancé [MF] [Cheating]

I fucked up the tags the first time. Attempt #2

“We can’t do this again, I’m engaged”

Back up here.

I met Melissa at my friend’s birthday party and we hit it off. She was cute, thick, and loved to flirt. She was about 5’4″ or 5’5″, hourglass figure, and the biggest set of tits I’ve ever seen in person. I’m not the greatest looking guy but I’ve got a great sense of self-deprecating humor. I was talking to Melissa most of the night and before she left, she gave me her number.

I texted her the next weekend and she told me she’s a lifeguard. I told her there was a pool and jacuzzi in my apartment building and since it was snowing outside, she could come by and use it. She came over about an hour later and we both went swimming. Eventually, it devolved into splashing each other or getting in the hot tub. I couldn’t help but stare at how she filled out her bathing suit and gave me glances down her suit. Eventually, I stopped her in the jacuzzi and very smoothly said “You’ve got great tits.” She smacked me and then pulled me in for a kiss. I was all over the place but enjoying every minute. She turned around and started grinding her ass against my crotch and I leaned down to kiss the nape of her neck. She eventually slid my swimming trunks down and told me to sit on the edge of the jacuzzi, clearly in view of anyone who entered. She pursed her lips and slid them down my cock, taking the whole length in at once. Till this day, top 3 blowjob I’ve ever received. Read more »

[MF] Going down on my ex, now a news anchor, while she was on the phone…

I’m not going to say her name or what network she’s now with, but she’s 29, has gorgeous dark blonde hair and looks incredibly glamorous when I now see her reading the national news. A few years ago, when she was just doing local radio, we dated briefly, and now, watching her on TV, I always remember the times we fucked… particularly this one evening, early on.

We’d gone out for drinks, and she was a little drunk… she always dressed glam, even then, and wore heels or boots. She still had her heels on in the kitchen when we got back to her place, and a tight-fitting, light blue dress that clung to her slim figure and her full boobs. She was brunette back then, and her hair was straighter and simpler, not so elaborately styled as it is on morning TV.

She sat up on her kitchen counter and we finished a bottle of wine we’d begun before we went out, kissing slowly and deeply with our hands sliding over each other… into each other’s hair, over the hips, up and down the back over our clothes. Read more »

Fun with the cravtsman [FM]

I needed a craftsman in the house. When it finally rang at the door, I was positively surprised. They send me a good looking man. I greeted him and told him that the shower would have to be repaired. He looked very shy and I noticed how his eyes briefly walked over my curves. Maybe it was my fault because I wore a top and tight hot pants. So I went up the stairs in front of him to show him the bathroom. He got the perfect view on my curvy booty. When we were in the bathroom I saw what the sight had done to him with his pants. He started the repair and I watched him what made him visibly nervous. When he was done I asked him if he would like to drink something. He said yes but he does not have much time. It is very stressful at the time.I brought him his drink and told him that I am very grateful. „You did your job and now it’s my turn“. he looked at me in surprise and asked „What do you mean by that“? „Now I want to give you a little relaxation“. I took his hand and led him into my bedroom. There I started to take his clothes off. He was really excited. As i brushed his shorts, his hard thing sprang towards me. My tongue started her journey from his chest down over his stomach to his cock. He moan quite. Then my lips wrapped his thing and I started to suck him. My head went up and down faster and faster…
I realized how he pumped up again and took him deep in the throat. http://i.imgur.com/7VgdYy8.jpg
Then it literally exploded and injected a huge load of his hot juice into my mouth. I swallowed everything and even licked the last drop from his tip http://i.imgur.com/QUKNLVV.jpg. I said him. „I hope you are more relaxed“. He only smiled until I brought him to the door. I said: „See you next time“ and he answered: „hopefully!“

He fucked the Jesus out of me [MF] [inexperienced]

This happened last Monday. It was my eleventh time having sex, and my first time having good sex. I’m 27 and have been sexually repressed for most of my life due to growing up in the church.

I had recently put myself on Tinder with no direct goal in mind. I matched with Issac about two weeks prior, a programmer who speaks Russian. I was instantly attracted to his intelligence and wanted to fuck him – though this was a massive deviation from my conservative personality. As a serial monogamist and ex-Christian, I had only ever been in serious relationships, and I had only had (bad, uninspired) sex with one person prior to this. I didn’t understand sexual chemistry and had yet to explore it.

I texted Issac, simply saying: “I want you to have sex with me.” He responded with messages wrought with delicious insinuation and I felt absolutely, overwhelmingly aroused thinking about having sex with this person that I barely knew. Absence of control and absence of safety – the total antithesis to the safe, boring, long-term relationships I had experienced my entire adult life. Read more »

Tent Sex [MF]

Once upon a time, I got fucked in a tent.

I used to fantasize about hooking up with fellow hikers while in the backcountry, perhaps due to my naughty stranger need and my odd love for being naked in the woods.

It’s at once a release and a curse to commune with nature while alone. To hike mountains and valleys and rivers all day with your world on your back, and finally curl up in a sleeping bag at night, oh it’s a delicious pleasure.

But it also means being in a tent, all night. Alone.

I mean I don’t have any problem with sliding my panties off and gliding a couple of fingers around and over my clit while I listen to the forest around me transition to night. I’m no doctor, but I’d argue that arching my back off my sleeping bag while I ride out waves of orgasms is a good measure of stretching after a day of hiking with a pack on. Moaning to that extent certainly repels bears.

Health and safety measures aside, I’ve always wanted to know what it would be like to be thoroughly fucked in that tent, by more than just my lonely hands. Read more »

[Fmm] The Tutor pt. 5

Chapter 5
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Alicia sat at an empty table in the crowded campus food court. A plain salad wasn’t something she usually ate for lunch, but the threat of being discovered having sex with Adam and Carlos made her stomach ache. She’d skipped breakfast as well. All night long, dreams of being arrested and taken to jail disrupted her sleep after she got back to the dorm. But the insane chemistry they’d shared the night before left her craving more, despite the risk.

Out of the corner of her eye, Alicia saw Megan enter the food court and glance around. Then her eyes stopped on Alicia.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Megan demanded after stomping up to the table.

She pretended she didn’t know what Megan meant. “I thought I’d eat my lunch?”

“You could be arrested!”

“Nope, I paid for it,” Alicia deflected and lifted the receipt off the tray to wave around.

“I’m serious,” Megan hissed as she sat across from Alicia, then began to shout-whisper. “Adam Morris? We both fucking babysat him! Jeez, I used to build those race car tracks with him all over the living room.” Read more »

Slave Maker Chapter 2 (M/f, non-con, abduction, anal, oral, torture, humiliation)

She awoke slowly, head filled with fuzziness and blearily looked around. Nothing on the walls, no windows, and a solitary light hanging overhead. The only door to the small room was closed, and did not have a handle. A small screen was embedded in the wall, similar to the one she saw at the front door. The floor was bare and looked like concrete. No signs of elegance here. The only piece of furniture, if you could call it that, was a large cabinet in a corner. She was laying down on some sort of pad just large enough for her little frame. And she was completely naked.

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He glanced at his wrist watch and knew she would be waking up about now. He made his way to the outer door and locked it tight behind him with a thumbprint on the screen next to the entryway. As he casually walked along the short hallway to her new living space, he heard her hammering on the door. He stood outside for a moment, listening to her frantic efforts to escape. “She’s going to be a handful, isn’t she?” he mused to himself. Slowly, he opened the door, grabbing her as she made her predictable dash out the door. Read more »

Slave Maker Chapter 1 (M/f, non-con, abduction, anal, oral, torture, humiliation)

He gazed at the screen while the algorithm worked its technological magic. Faces and words flittered past, leaving a brief and fleeting impression on possible candidates. After the search was finished, too many results remained, so he entered further parameters that needed to be met.

“Alright…decrease the age from 35 to 30, take in the weight a bit, increase cup size. Try that.” Again, the program searched through the list, further refining possible choices. A few moments passed, and three faces appeared on the screen, complete with personal and intimate details. Height, weight, measurements, age, known languages, estimated income, family history, education, it was all there.

“Hmmm…I think not. Too much family, do not want her to be missed. How about you…possibly, possibly. And now for number three. Oh, that is interesting.” He clicked on the third face, probing deeper into the details of the result. “Akiko Tanaka. Orphaned at an early age, bounced around between foster homes, no known relatives, average student. Only 4’11” and 104 pounds, what a little thing. 21 years old, working a dead-end job as a fast food server. She even speaks English. Yes, you will do quite nicely.” He perused the available pictures, trying to picture her naked and thinking of how she might be in person. “Lovely tits as well, 30 D is definitely a find.” A few seconds passed, and a smirk slowly crossed his face as he stared at a picture of her in a skimpy bikini. “And I see a few modifications have been made. Excellent.” Read more »

[FM] Stepson helps me with my bruised butt… and other things

Hi Y’all,

Well the week could have been better but it’s ended well. This past week we had a little bit of ice and snow Wednesday night causing for a not so fun Thursday morning of getting the kids off to school and driving for Uber.

My bad Thursday morning started off as I was driving home after dropping the kids at school and hit an ice patch on a downhill road. The car in front of me hit their brakes as soon as they hit the ice and they started sliding, I hit my brakes too and joined in the uncontrolled slide. There are few worse feelings than sliding where brakes provide no help and your car is on it’s own ride no matter what you do. Before I knew it I was slamming into a curb which I’ll admit was much better than the car in front of me. Boom I stopped. Hmm is everything okay with the car? Read more »