Day two, part 1 (M39 F38) (surprise anal)

If you want the details on us read the first paragraph of Day 1 on my profile, you can also check out our pictures for a bit of a visual aid if you’d like. As a disclaimer I (M39) and L (F38) are both consenting adults, enjoy the story.

If you remember from the last story L and I kind of challenged each other to a daily sexual adventure for the next week and a half. Now anyone can get in and get a quick nut and be on their way, but where is the adventure in that. I wanted to make sure that she remembered throughout her day that it started with being fucked, hard. I also wanted her falling asleep unsure of what I had planned for her the next morning. L definitely gets off on the lack of control, you could say she has a mild consensual non-consent kink (among many other kinks).

[FM] – How a photoshoot lead to my first professional sextape (second day)

Day two

On the second day of filming, I was already dripping wet before we even started and I had no intentions of hiding it ☺️.
My partner and I met a few minutes before the cameraman arrived and we discussed how we felt. He asked me how I was feeling and if everything was okay with me. I told him honestly, that I was really super wet and aroused as we were waited to record our next scenes ☺️. He was very surprised how open I was to talk about everything, but he really enjoyed hearing how excited I was about the situation with him ☺️. When the cameraman finally arrived, we quickly discussed what scenes we would start with, which positions we wanted to record and the general plans for that day.

We all agreed that it was best to start the day recording the anal scene first. Foreplay was almost unnecessary for me and my partner, because I was already really wet and he was rock hard from our previous chat. We removed our clothes and quickly started pleasuring eachother orally as our own natural juices lubricated our body parts. We added some additional lubricant as I Iay down on my back and he began to slowly penetrate my ass in a missionary position. We held this position for a several minutes, before he flipped me around and continued fucking my ass in doggy position for a more erotic and spectacular view for our personal movie ☺️🤤.

Made Love to a Married Man … He Kept Our Underwear FFM [FM]

So Babs and I decided to go to this super fancy as fuck cocktail place downtown.

Babs is not leaving much to the imagination. She had a mini halter dress on. Sleeveless. Backless. Exposed belly. Exposed chest. Just two straps running up each side, covering her glorious tits, looping around at her neck.

I dressed more reserved. I had a mini dress on as well but it covered everything and was full sleeve. Just a small cut out at the back.

There was no real intention of picking someone up for sex. We just wanted to get drunk.

Anyways, we’re enjoying ourselves at the restaurant. This was going to be one expensive night looking at the price of each drink and the bites they had on menu.

Babs has been eyeing a table of men for a while. Particularly one guy. He looks older. Had to have been mid 30s. But he was pretty good looking.

“Go pick him up” she tells me

I just look at her

“You know … for a whore you’re so useless … ”

She doesn’t do anything

“Well aren’t you going?” I ask

I slept with a guy that catcalled me [23F]

I was walking home from class yesterday. As I passed by a tall Black guy, he whistled and started telling me how nice my ass looked and how my “tiny titties look damn cute”. I don’t know why but his words just made me feel really horny.

As I walked past him, he said to me “Why don’t you come over to my place?” I lowered my head and kept walking but he took a few steps, not following me but just walked with me for like 5 meters to extend the time until I walked away. It totally worked, maybe he could tell somehow that I was receptive even though I really didn’t want to reward a guy for catcalling.

At that point, I just couldn’t help myself. “How far away?” I asked. “Just round the corner”, he said. It’s such a dangerous thing to follow a stranger home but I just did it. It wasn’t a bad neighbourhood or anything but still not a smart thing to do. Luckily, he really did just want sex.

[FM] How I learned to stop worrying and love anal

I’d gotten so good at head that my exes would tell me they couldn’t forget about me. Threesomes. Foursomes. Fivesomes. The B, D, S *and* M.

I was running out of the basics.

My number was in the hundreds and yet the only anal sex I’d ever had was when some inexperienced whelp tried shoving it in with a little water-based lube.

I was determined to do better and master the entire catalogue.

So it was after much deliberation with my switchy ex-boyfriend that we decided to train together.

We did our research and discovered that one r/BDSMadvice post that’s essentially the anal-plug-long-wear Bible. We bought our supplies. We took turns being dom(me) and incorporating it into play for the next few months. We trained in our own. I even looped my *other* anal-loving boyfriend in to bend me over and play with me.

And then it was time. We picked the 4th of July, when there wouldn’t be any roommates home or people on the streets outside.

Time to fuck me in the ass.

Emergency Sex Technician: Xxxmas (MF, FF, Anal, Rough/Forceful, Joy to the World) Part 2 of 2

Continued from part 1…

Watching my own pole act. As another blink came to my eye. Yes, Dancer had been a dream cum true when she had wished upon me. And now that I have her and that tender fucking pussy glaring right at mouth level, I shall enjoy.
Licking that little trembling piece of flesh. Sucking on both lips as her right one fell. The small jerk that I gave to Dancer’s left lip. Letting my tongue tease the hole. Tease it, then eat it. Suck down all of her cum while feasting on that piece of round steak, that quivering little cream hole that my tongue is filling!
“Maybe I shall take you to bed” I asked. “Would you like that?” I know this is just a tease for her because she is already a part of the team, of Santa and his nine frisky Whore Deer. But letting them decide. Giving free will back to my team of horny little women sure gives them the better orgasms that way.
Taking her by the legs, pressing my tongue into her asshole. Feeling the shake coming from her. Not forced, not coerce but straight from her loins. “So should I take that as a yes?” Not wanting to leave her with a half eaten pussy my tongue continued to lick and dip into that inverted pussy.

Emergency Sex Technician: Xxxmas (MF, FF, Anal, Rough/Forceful, Joy to the World) Part 1 of 2

“High temperature today is two degrees. If you ask me I would say that there is a warm wind blowing across the tundra. The low temperature for tonight is at negative thirty five with a good possibility of snow” the radio barely received the weather report. “Ah, the life above the arctic circle” as my gloves hand reached for the handle cutting the radio off mid sentence. “What they don’t know” feeling the laugh growing in my stomach. I stood outside my truck, pushing the door shut. It is true that this “warm” day is quite unusual for this time of year. And with that I let the laugh roll out of my gut with gusto! “HoHoHo” seemed to echo across the tundra as I stared at my Whore Dear barn and stable.
Now I know what you are thinking. “They are reindeer not some little tramps. And where are the elves? Aren’t they supposed to be the ones taking care of your ride?” Well, yes and yes if you believe the rumor that was spread so long ago about me and my, Um, annual stops. Bringing toys to the deserving and leaving rods for the bad. But one little tincy thing.
Hefting the barn door open just wide enough for me to squeeze through. “It is time that you, my faithful reader learn the truth behind Santa Claus. It is true that I only make my appearance one night a year. That I sprung from house to house sliding down the chimneys of so many homes. Good girl Vixen” the sound of metal teeth seemed to echo in this large great room attracting all my naughty little deer’s ears.
Taking a deep breath of the spiced scent that wafted through the air. The feel of her hand as it closed on my chimney was something that I had been dreaming of. With a tug my chimney was freed from its prison.

I[M] reconnected with my childhood friend[M] to explore my Bisexuality (Part 1?)

Hello! My name is Blake(not really). I posted this a month ago or so and got self conscious and removed it so some may remember. I feel better due to comments and messages, plus things might be progressing :P. Any and all advice is appreciated, this is a wild time in my life that could lead to things I’ve never expected in my sexual life ever. Enjoy your stay:)

Backstory about me

[MMM][Anal, non consent] Academy Chapter 5

This story is a work of fiction. All of the characters are over the age of 18 (they’re 22 years old). This story contains both male/male sex and male/female sex as well as liberal doses of dubious consent and non-consent. Proceed with caution!

You can find the previous chapters her:

Chapter One

[Unwanted anal][Straight forced to do gay][MM,MF] Sex and the Academy chapter 1 from gaystories

Chapter Two

[MM][Unwanted gay sex] Academy Chapter 2 from gaystories

Chapter Three

[MMMMM/M][M/F][Anal, Oral, Dubious consent, rape] Academy Chapter 3 from Erotica

Chapter Four

[MM][MF][Anal, non consent] Academy Chatper 4 from BiStoriesGoneWild

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Redmond waited for Sven to knock on his door but the knock never came. Eventually, he wandered out to the kitchen area. Sven was seated at the small table they had. There was an empty plate in front of him and he was looking at his phone.

“Are we doing it today?” He asked

“Naw,” said Sven.

Redmond shrugged.

“I’m having that guy come over in two days. I’m saving up.” Sven said

Four Calling Birds [FMMM][18+][cons][oral][dp][anal]

Normally I wouldn’t open the door if I wasn’t expecting company. Especially not when I’m home alone, and not after dark. But I guess I must have been feeling lonely and maybe a little homesick; my housemates have all gone back home for Christmas, but my family are all sick and I’ve decided it best to stay. Since I had nothing to do and no one to talk to all day I decided to answer the door a crack – it was cold outside, and although I had thrown on a plain grey hoodie I was still only wearing shorts on my bottom and didn’t want to let all the heat out.

I was greeted by three men standing on my doorstep, all wearing dark jeans and Christmas jumpers. Before I could say anything they immediately burst into song – perhaps worried I might change my mind and slam the door in their faces. Their cheeks were red and rosy, their breath vaporising in the cold night air as they sung. And as I looked closer I realised I knew the caroler on the far right, with the blue eyes and dark curls, in fact I knew him very well. An ex of sorts, Jay Robins. I don’t think he knew that I moved here.