Based on a True Lunch [FF] [Les] [exh] [oral]

Sarah spotted Jennifer from across the street, and waved hello. Jennifer waited for Sarah to cross at the light, and they went in to the sandwich shop together. Both women stayed busy with family, so enjoyed grabbing lunch to catch up when their schedules allowed.

Sitting to eat, the women caught up, but chit chat could not distract Sarah from the more deviant thoughts running through her mind. Finishing their lunches, Sarah mentioned her parking meter expiring. Without discussion, Jennifer walked back to Sarah’s minivan, parked across the street.

“So… should I feed more quarters in the meter…?” Sarah asked. She had parked in a spot not directly next to the building, though on the street, hoping Jennifer would come back with her. “Sure, if you want,” Jennifer replied. Sarah worried that she was being too subtle, and followed up asking, “Want to make out a bit?” Even as she said it, Sarah simultaneously grinned and cringed from how awkward she was being. Jennifer indicated that it sounded like a good plan, though, so Sarah shoved quarters into the meter. The only thing worse than being an adult caught in public would be being an adult caught in public, and given a parking ticket. They climbed in the middle row of the minivan.

Happy New Years – The True Story of [M]y Reluctant [F]irst [Bi] Experience: Part I – [MMF] [Long] [Very Long]

PROLOGUE:
Please be kind as it’s my first attempt at writing. This a true story that happened to me years ago. I’ve tried to recall as much detail as I remember, but there was plenty of alcohol and marijuana involved, so it’s still a little hazy. I’m not sure how many parts this will be, but more than likely this will be a long, long story. Please let me know what you think.

PART I:
It was New Year’s Eve and a group of 9 of us were driving to our friend Rob’s remote cottage up North. There were 3 couples (all M/F) and 3 single guys (myself included), so I had already resigned myself to the fact that I would not be getting lucky this New Year’s. Instead I decided that my goal was to get absolutely annihilated on beer, liquor and pot.

Upon arriving at the cottage, the bedrooms were immediately claimed by all the couples. The single guys were relegated to either one doorless room of bunk beds or a basement room with a couch. I opted for the couch, so that I could have some privacy when I passed out and maybe have a drunken wank at the end of the night.

Drunk In Public With Nowhere To Pee [FM] [exh]

It was a great night. I met a guy, we got drink and the weather was pretty okay. Well, that was until on the way back to his place it started to rain. The cold rain mixed with the booze meant that I had to empty my bladder something fierce. What better place to take a pee than in the middle of the road! So with my shirt completely translucent and opening up due to the fabric being weighed by the rain, and my skirt hiked up over my hips I knelt down and let a warm fluid stream of urine empty onto the already soaking wet street right there with him watching.

As I looked up at him it was not disgust that I saw though, instead it was his cock close to my face and his hand yanking it. Of course from this point I encouraged him with some guided masturbation. I told him to stroke his cock while I released myself all over the ass fault. My golden showers were making him hot, and that was really turning me on. I took his cock from his masturbating hands and sucked him into my mouth. Listening to him groan really made me hot!

We are truly an exhibitionist couple. Read some of our stories and see if you don’t believe us (f) + (m)

Part 1 – http://imgur.com/a/Yi5PJ

I am finishing the story now while my wife, quite appropriately, sucks my cock. We don't have an audience that we know of. But we crave an audience, as readers are about to find out. So we have moved closer to the patio/balcony area. We are in clear view of every passerby. I've faced the couch directly towards outside and am facing that direction right now. I am ready to watch people pass by and have a gander at my wife's tight cunt. When not typing, I'm spreading her ass and cunt with both hands. I put one of our sex tapes on the TV, which is also facing the passerbys outside, as I continue to write this story and post some pics. I will return to finish writing this, but right now this feels too good.

Instructions Ch. 1-3 [F][bd]

Chapter One

Stiffly she stretched out her arms allowing the chilly morning air to seep in to her cocoon of blankets. Her arms were sore, her neck tight, and there was a ball of pent-up stress building in her stomach. Last night she had kissed her owner goodbye and begun the two week stretch from hell.

All things considered two weeks wasn’t bad, she knew, but there was still a hollow feeling as she wiggled her toes and considered the prospects of waking up to be a bit daunting. Rolling over to check her phone she noticed a little Post-It taped to the screen.

“You’re mine whore. Don’t forget that. Follow every direction carefully or the whip comes out of hiding.”

She shuddered remembering the stinging tails of the whip opening up her back then smiled a the realization that there would be more notes for her to find. Breezing out of bed she noticed little notes scattered about the house but opted to avoid reading them and be tempted into distraction. With toast in hand and her coffee percolating she made her way into the bathroom to allow the shower to warm up against the protests of the ancient water heater.

Lechomancer Curses 6: The Game [mf] [public] [oral] [sex]

Amber kept her headphones in and pretended to play with her phone. She could hear the other girls on the university volleyball team snickering. Someone knew that she had let a stranger fuck her in the rest stop bathroom, and the rumour had scorched through the bus like a wildfire.

She saw the business card sitting on top of her bag, the one Lisa had given her, which showed only a phone number. She was supposed to call it when she was ready to surrender.

Amber looked at it for a long moment. What was happening to her, it was getting worse. It had been embarrassing the week before, when she’d lost it at the game. This, on the bus, this was worse.

…but then again, she’d gotten away with cumming on the big screen in the gym, in front of hundreds, if not thousands of people, and no one had noticed. She’d followed that up with an intense orgasm in the locker room, with some phantom lover. The guy from her psych class, who she hadn’t seen before or since, had fucked her and then she’d walked past a bunch of people who knew why they had been looked out of the room. She was ashamed, but it was also a turn on. All those people, they kind of knew. They didn’t really know, all the details, all the dirty things she’d done on the professor’s desk in that lecture hall.

Island Vacation pt6 [mf][ff][oral][exh][anal]

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The knock on the door seemed to break the drowsy spell we'd all been under. Vicky sat up and stretched, her breasts rising high as she raised her arms and drew my fingers like magic to tickle her peaks. She tossed my long t-shirt over my head with a laugh so I took the hint and put it on.

Robby grunted in the other bed as he sat up to reach for his shorts. He seemed to notice Camden was standing up to pull on a pair of his boxer-briefs and smacked her on the ass with the back of his hand.

"Hey!" Camden danced away with a grin.

"Don't wash those before you give them back to me," Robby said as he pulled over his t-shirt.

"Perv," she smirked.

"I gotta have something to remember you by until you transfer down this fall."

She stopped cold and gave him a searching stare. Her mouth opened as her eyebrows drew together, but then her warm chuckle stopped her frown. "I never said I was gonna do that."

"You should, though. Weather's much better in Houston."

A 60yo sucked (m/m)y 18yo cock

I'd just turned 18 (like literally less than a week before). I'd been taking classes in the evening and it was winter so the sun was setting even as i went to class. That summer I'd basically realised that I was bi and that I actually really got turned on by dick as much as I did by pussy. I was an absolute horny wreck of a teenager and even though I was tall and attractive I'd never even so much as kissed a girl, let alone done anything with a guy. but god did i want to. I stumbled across the craigslist scene (hot) and then discovered a list of local cruising locations. I was horny and an exhibitionist and often after class I'd take my clothes off in the car and sit there wanking for a good 40 minutes. So this one night I get to class and I'm the only one there. The lecturer turns up and waits for ten minutes and then basically tells me to go home. Now I know theres a cruisey bathroom only 5 minutes from campus and my parents aren't expecting me home for over two hours so I start to get kind of excited. I get to my car and pull my pants down and I'm so hard sitting there in the dark that I just think 'fuck its worth a look' and drive off. The toilets are in a not very well lit park and barbecue area next to the lake, so I park and get out to have a walk around. I sit at a picnic table for a bit and watch some yummy mummy jogger go by and I think to myself if she knew what i was here for lol ;) I go into the toilets for a bit, noones there unfortunately, I take my pants off and start stroking, I've never been harder. Nothing seems to be happening though so reluctantly I zip up and head out the door. I dont wanna leave yet though, I'm still so horny and theres the chance that i could actually finally get off with someone for the first time. So I walk over to the lakefront and follow the shore a bit until I'm standing in a dark grove of trees and i unbutton my jeans and let them fall to the ground, looking over the water to the city with my cock rock hard and hot against the cool winter air. I notice someone coming my way, and I hastily zip up and start walking back to the car, scared that I was almost busted. But then I make what turned out to be a fateful decision. I desperately want to cum by now and I know I wont be able to at home, so I decide to go to the bathroom one final time and at least shoot my load. I go into one of the stalls and start masturbating facing the door, and i can see the shadow of my hand on my dick creep under the crack of the door. And then I hear someone else come in. Itll just be someone wanting to pee I think, they couldn't possibly want me, nothings going to happen. But god i couldnt help myself, moving forward just a bit so the shadow of my cock poked under the door, so that this guy could see it, wanting, wishing that this guy could see it. he goes into the disabled cubicle, and im thinking again 'nothings gonna happen, just blow your load and go' but my hearts racing already, what if? and then I hear it. "do you want it sucked?" I look around and look this guy dead in the eyes over the partition. hes gotta be 60 at least. OH GOD YES I want to scream but all I can manage is a nod of the head. "unlock the door". and then he's in the cubicle with me on his knees, and I feel his hand around my cock, and I know this is actually gonna happen. He looks at me and in one smooth motion my shaft goes into his warm, wet mouth, my first warm wet mouth. and god does it feel good, his lips bobbing up and down on my dick and his beard scratching my balls, I run my hands through his silver hair as he runs his over my ass and under my shirt and up my chest. I'm in ecstasy and stifling my moans and in a few minutes all i can do is whisper I'm gonna cum and he tells me to do it in his mouth and ohmygod yes I grab his head and pull his lips right to the base of my shaft as my load erupts. I'm shaking and all i can manage to say is 'thankyou' as i zip up and run out of the toilet.

The Seraglio – Part 1 [FM, exh, fantasy]

Firelight is the best light for drama.

It accentuates everything. Sweat glimmers and gleams, curves are softened and smoothed and eyes are shadowed and soft. Shadows are deep and threatening.

The firelight seemed to dance in time to the rapid beat of the drums and flutes that filled the air. A high, lilting, pulsing beat that danced between curls of incense smoke and through the silken hangings that hid the booths that circled the sandy ring.

In those shadowed recesses sensuous forms lounged at their ease. Here a suggestion of long, slender leg and there the deep curve of a generous bosom. Gems and jewels glittered on delicate fingers and lay against soft skin of every hue. Never a detail, never more than a hint of their true beauty made it through the silken screens,

The treasures of the seraglio were not for the eyes of those who had not earned the vision of their beauty.

The young man had been teased by the promise of it for hours now and as he walked along the hall the sounds of laughter and low voices intertwining with the music from ahead drew him onwards. He pushed aside silken hangings, his nostrils filling with the scent of incense as up ahead he saw his destination. A circle of sand lit by hanging lanterns and surrounded by shadowed, curtained booths.