I met my 18-year-old high school cheerleader fuck buddy on reddit. [MF]

Rewind to last fall. One night, bored, I responded to some post on this sub by a “girl” who said she’d only recently turned 18 and she secretly loved sexting with older men. Yeah right – right? But she eventually PMed me back, and we got to chatting. “Julie” (not real) and I got to know one another. That eventually moved to whatsapp, and sooner or later, we were exchanging pictures. Only then did I start to realize that this wasn’t a catfish – she was actually real. And very pretty. At one point, I came clean and said that I’d love to keep chatting, but just to be in the clear, I needed proof she was 18. She showed me her license. So that was that. (She turned 18 last August.)

One night, some dirty chatting turns into the two of us jerking off together on a live video call. She had to be a little quiet, but not too quiet – her bedroom is in the basement of their house. It was really fucking hot – for both of us. After that, she started sending me, and requesting, nudes. Happy to comply. I’d get a quick post-shower shot in the bathroom before she left for school, stuff like that.

The Future is Feminization – Part I

History books and classes are such faint memories that they feel like something I came up with in a dream. The world changed so suddenly that we seemed to collectively forget about all the little things we did everyday. All of our routines, our celebrations, our passions were swallowed up in an effort to resist fate. But fate has a habit of getting what it wants.

Seven hundred years ago humans made their first steps on Mars. A century later the planet’s rust red was replaced with lush green fields and forests and dotted with sprawling, gray metropolises. We gradually spread out further and further until the whole solar system came under our grasp. Those of us on Earth lived luxuriously, reaping the rewards of an empire of eight worlds.

Eventually it all came to an end. The galaxy was engulfed by solar fire, destroying all of our technology and leaving each planet to fend for itself. Decades of revolt and tyranny ensued but eventually things stabilized and we managed to rebuild. The crisis was a distant memory by the time of even my great, great grandparents. Still we had a small unit about it every few years in school. The story always fascinated me. Sometimes it kept me up at night, and I would go to my window and look at the stars, wondering what Martian culture was like so long after we were cut off from each other.

First time I took it [MM]

This story is about a friend I had for about 6 or 7 years until he found that special piece of man candy and stopped doing the ‘hook-up’ thing (much to my dismay). He was older, much older late 50’s I believe, but he had a fantastic cock and knew how to suck me better than ever I had ever had. He was also the first man to subject me to anal pleasures, he loved my ass.

It all started about my third or fourth time seeing him, up until this point it had always been blow and go’s, but this time when I lowered my pants and sat on his couch he sat next to me reaching over and playing with my already rock hard cock. I’ve always been the more repressed bi guy, sadly. I like to be played with but not really return the favor unless I’m really horned up and in the mood and I trust you. At this point in me and my friend’s relationship I didn’t do much.

[FM] Marathon of orgasms for Mother’s Day

Well I got my Mother’s Day present early this year. My boyfriend and I were laying in bed scrolling through the myriad of movies on amazon and he jokingly asked if I wanted to watch 50 shades of grey. He knows I secretly kinda like that movie… I don’t know why I just do. Crucify me. That prompted a debate about how the whole sex dungeon is a colossal waste of money and he could do all of that with household items or his bare hands. So I’ll skip the pleasantries and say he crippled me last night. It’s 8:50am May 10, and I’m laying in bed wondering if I can walk to the bathroom. I’m satisfied, but sore.

The dangerous ones [m/f, nc, gaslighting]

The dangerous ones aren’t the brutes, the fat and muscled dullards that grab you and slap you around. Not really. You can see them a mile away, they’re predictable, quick to anger, mini-hulk’s in all their fury. They can be fun to bait for, to tease, to taunt. They’ll hurt you, maybe even badly. They always leave bruises and sometimes bloody you, maybe even break a bone if crazy enough. But they aren’t really dangerous, just bottled fun, pain, orgasms, and blood. A quick snack during a dry period, for when you are dead inside and have to remember you are alive, no matter the cost.

No, those are the ones that are the easiest to recover from, beautiful bruises fade, yellowing to nothing. Split lips that are so delicious to run your tongue along heal, allowing you a return to normalcy. It was just some asshole, you can pretend, that’s all. A one off in a weak moment, nothing more. They aren’t dangerous. The ones that are dangerous are the ones that made you, molded you, broke you and rebuilt you to their liking. Any thug can beat you, but the dangerous ones are the ones who fuck your soul to oblivion, slice your self worth into tatters, feeding the scraps to you. They make you doubt every word, every thought you have, until you think you are stupid. They make you believe your only worth is between your legs, and even make you crave the abuse. Leading you down the darkest alleys of your life, never to return whole again.

Hard fuck in the middle of my house party [MF] [pics]

I had been seeing Lana for a little while now. She was a casual friend, early on made it clear I wasn’t interested in a serious relationship. I think she later regretted agreeing to that, but for about a year we had a really active sexual and friendly relationship.

She did a lot of gymnastics in her younger days, but not to the point where it stunted her growth. She was about 5’5, with a fair olive complexion from her Italian/ Spanish background. Long, straight light brown hair. Brown eyes, pretty face that was always smiling. Full C chest, a kinda muscular back, toned belly. Wide hips, thick toned thighs, and honestly the best ass on a white girl I have ever had the pleasure of enjoying. Her pussy was usually neatly shaved, and she had a perfect simp (r/simps if you need an explanation).

Here is a view of her from the back:

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Lana was always a very sexual person, we did restraints, all kinds of lingerie, anal, sexy fun in public areas and a couple videos and pics. Maybe more about that another time.

He told me to be a good girl and be quiet.. so I screamed in ecstasy [FM]

This story involves kinky themes and domination. I consent to everything and enjoy it heavily. I identify as a brat.

It was a chilly late night in quarantine. I had expressed to him that I wanted to be used, owned, and controlled by him. I wanted him to completely dominate me. I like to feel violated and explored and used after a good fucking.

He went to take a shower. I laid in our bed in nothing but black lace panties and a strappy harness bra, that gave my 38DDD tits a perfect bounce and voluptuous shape. For context, I’m a curvy girl with a perky ass, big tits, blue eyes and colored hair. My husband has an athletic build, dark wavy hair, stubble and muscles that are great for choking me with. We’re both average height.

WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 33 The Bouncer Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)

“Here, wear this” Angie slapped Clarissa with a coat hanger with little hanging from it. “How cum you always know what to wear” not even looking at what was handed to her. Letting her short robe flutter to the floor. “Mmm, that is one thing (toying with Clarissa’s ass) I admire about you. Your beautiful ass” Angie’s voice became a whisper into Clarissa’s ear, her hands kneading Clarissa’s ass. “Really Angie (holding the collar up to her neck) there is little hear to wear” Clarissa was quick to point out butt Angie seized the collar. “You said you wanted to do this so..” the clasping of the collar had cemented her commitment.
Feeling the beat from outside of Club Voluptuous, the velvet purple runners gave way to the silver doors. Angie tugged on the leash, “If you want to get in (pulling Clarissa closer) then accept your role..” squeezing Clarissa’s tit before nodding to the bouncer. Holding up his hand, “Hold up, let me see your slave Miss..” looking for her name while he caresses Clarissa. “Angie and she is with me” Stepping between the bouncer and Clarissa, “so what is it going to take to get into this club?” Stroking his cock, rubbing his head, choking his crown, “She can Mmm.. suck the chrome off of a well..” giving him a full stroke. “Clarissa on your knees” giving the command without looking at her, “give the bouncer a Uhh (walking her fingers up his chest).. a tip for letting us entire Voluptuous” reaching his shoulder as Angie’s legs moved her around him, offering Clarissa’s mouth and tits.
Throttling his crown, licking his head, twirling her tongue over his dome. “Oh.. you are very good, very good indeed” the bouncer moaned. “Ohh fuck are you just going to tease or are you going (grabbing ahold of Clarissa’s head) to suck it” his cock, his huge fucking cock. Throbbing as Clarissa started to suck on it’s chocolaty head, “I want you to suck my cock, I want you to..” Throwing back his head as Clarissa seized his ball. Starting to bob a little, pulling forward his nut sack. “She is good butt this is not going to get you in” he stammer. “She has to suckkk Mmm (feeling his cock as it slipped further into Clarissa’s mouth) Oh Oh fuck.. fuckkk Ooooh, I wanta (fondling his balls, pulling them as her mouth slowly took more of his cock) face fuck you” not wanting for Clarissa’s moan to begin, not even waiting for Angie’s seductive whisper. He just started, palming Clarissa’s head with those big hands, pulling her hand away from his cock. “Play.. with nuts, use.. use both.. … (eyes closing as he forced his cock further in her mouth) Ooooh.. shit!” Doing exactly what she was told, strangling his balls, squeezing them as she ran out of skin. “I.. I.. cum.. now” his cock hitting the back of her throat. His throbbing cock swelled, blocking any oxygen from passing down her throat. Holding her jaw in his hand, seizing her head as the pressure kept on going. “I’m … Ooooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh.. …” his cock swelled one last time. Feeding her a torrent of his hot jism down her throat. “Now you may enter” releasing his hold on Clarissa’s jaw, relaxing the hold he had on her head. Unclasping the chrome latch the attached the purple velvet rope, “Have fun” was the last thing he said before turning his back towards Miss Angie and her slave.
Gripping the purple door handle, seeing her reflection in the silver doors. A simple pull as the world that Clarissa had known vanished without a trace.

[MF] Wife and I making the most of lockdown

We’ve both been stressed with juggling all things COVID, especially working with a young family so pleasuring each other has been sporadic.

I started early in the day, teasing of my intentions and sending suggestive messages and porn GIFs, throughout the day to build anticipation and get her tingling down there. A moment of free time whilst the kids were getting ready for bedtime was my chance to kick things up a notch.

As she sprawled out on our bed, I slid her leggings and thong off to reveal her tight, glistening pussy. Rummaging in our toybox, I pulled out our love eggs and a cute little heart shaped plug.
Whilst gently stroking her thighs, I slowly eased them into her holes, watching her writhe and clench with pleasure.

The kids bedtime was near, so I pulled her clothes on and left her to put the kids in bed, glancing at her wriggling with pleasure.

Kids down to sleep, we moved to the living room to watch TV and I started slowly caressing and teasing her now swollen clit through her shorts. She reciprocated by pulling my cock out of my boxers and firmly stroking as I slid my fingers into her, feeling them soaked with her wetness, massaging her spot with the eggs still inside.

A deal at the Crossroads Part 2 [MF, Anal, Fantasy, suggested mind-control, ass to mouth]

**Disclaimer:** Again just to warn people; this story contains mild coprophilia (dirty ass to mouth), it is also (probably) pretty descriptive. If that absolutely grosses you out please do not read this story. If you hate the story for any other reason please let me know. I do want to improve my writing.
 

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The Servant was waiting, and he unshackled his trousers at the sight of her. His slacks slid straight down from his waist and into the dirt. He stepped free of them as he walked towards her. The spirit clearly had no use for underwear, his half-swollen cock swung free the moment he dropped-trou, it was a great monstrous thing, like a thick cucumber with a vein thicker than her little finger, stemming from the truck of it all the way up to the bulbous head.

She was shocked that he could’ve hidden such a thing in those slim-fitting trousers. She was in such a trance she barely heard the Servant words as he stood before her. “Are your ready, Lil’ Miss?” he asked.

“O-o-oh, holy shit…” she stammered, “hmmm, Y-yes?” she answered a little unsure.