Strangers Ran A Train on My Wife in a Paris Hostel [MMMMF]

Anne and I ended our honeymoon in Paris. Our whole trip had been amazing. We’d seen and done so much. We’d also been careful with our money, so by the time we got to Paris we had money to burn. We didn’t go insane but we didn’t hold back either. We ate a few fancy dinners, we went to the Moulin Rouge, Anne bought some sexy lingerie in Pigalle.

The hostel was a letdown, but that didn’t last long. Our first room was disgusting but we went to the concierge and asked, in our terrible French, if anything could be done. She was charmed that we even tried to hold the conversation in French. She explained that hostel was being renovated and we’d gotten stuck in one of the old rooms by mistake. She moved us to a new room and it made a world of difference. Plenty of space, sparkling clean, its own shower, everything we could hope for. It had space for six, but the concierge assured us that the entire room would be ours. And it was. Despite the fact that the hostel was at capacity no one else came to our room. It was easy to see why. Most of the other guests were pretty rude. No one tried to engage in French, in fact they barely treated the concierge as human.

Strangers Ran A Train on My Wife in a Paris Hostel [MMMMF]

Anne and I ended our honeymoon in Paris. Our whole trip had been amazing. We’d seen and done so much. We’d also been careful with our money, so by the time we got to Paris we had money to burn. We didn’t go insane but we didn’t hold back either. We ate a few fancy dinners, we went to the Moulin Rouge, Anne bought some sexy lingerie in Pigalle.

The hostel was a letdown, but that didn’t last long. Our first room was disgusting but we went to the concierge and asked, in our terrible French, if anything could be done. She was charmed that we even tried to hold the conversation in French. She explained that hostel was being renovated and we’d gotten stuck in one of the old rooms by mistake. She moved us to a new room and it made a world of difference. Plenty of space, sparkling clean, its own shower, everything we could hope for. It had space for six, but the concierge assured us that the entire room would be ours. And it was. Despite the fact that the hostel was at capacity no one else came to our room. It was easy to see why. Most of the other guests were pretty rude. No one tried to engage in French, in fact they barely treated the concierge as human.

18th Birthday Bukkake – Pt. 3 [Bukkake] [Gangbang] [Free Use] [College]

[Part 1 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tlnhpd/18th_birthday_bukkake_pt_1/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

[Part 2 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tofgdi/18th_birthday_bukkake_pt_2/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

“Anh! Fuck…” I nibbled my lip as Tyler pushed into my pussy, using cum from a dozen other guys as lube. My first fuck ever, and it was already like a whole sports team had finished inside me. The sensation, and the fact that it was Tyler sliding his cock into me, made my legs tremble and my fingers grip the white table cloth beneath them.

I felt him pull back slightly, then push in further, until his hips pressed against my ass cheeks, and I let out a soft, disbelieving groan. When he pulled back again, he rammed into me, and my tits jumped against my chest, throwing dangling strings of cum across the tabletop.

“Ohmygod– FUCK,” my whole slimy face furrowed with pleasure and discomfort as my old friend started pounding my pussy against the rickety, round table. He wrapped his fingers around my hips and reveled in the music of my full, brown tits clapping together from the force of his body bucking against mine. My mind was melting, heat slithered up from my snatch into my belly and down into my knees as they trembled beneath me.

The Tinder Diaries: Part 2 – How I [F] made a student’s [M] fantasy come true

Having been sex deprived for another whole month I again took matters into my own hands and downloaded tinder, hoping to avoid another disaster. I matched with a very cute 24 year old postgrad student, who politely told me that I was “by far the oldest of his matches” (charming) but couldn’t not swipe right as he’s always had a thing for milfs, and big-titted ones at that. So, I decided to not only sate my primal urges but also make a young man’s day (week, month, and possibly year too).

He invited me over to his under the ruse that I was there to tutor him – his housemates were both in. Now, I love to dress up and role play so this was completely up for this. So I arrived wearing a smart top, skirt and glasses, although unbeknowst to everyone I was wearing a bodystocking underneath – we made polite chitchat in the hallway and I waved to one of the housemates who eyed me up suspiciously. Then the student led me upstairs to his bedroom where we began the lesson…

Man whore turns girl into a nympho Part 2

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When I noticed her, I instantly straightened up and kept my eyes on her. Although she didn’t have the biggest tits or ass that I’ve seen but to me that’s not always an immediate deal-breaker. She still had a nice sized ass, which had enough flesh to grip onto and a good set of boobs I could grab onto while pounding slowly into her and me looking intensely at her while she’s  giving me seductive yet begging eyes. 

I broke that fantasy by closing my eyes and shook my head and told myself now wasn’t the time to begin thinking about this sort of stuff in front of a line of more than half a dozen customers. But as usual once those thoughts come in they seem to never get out for me and of course when I quickly glanced down, I saw my crotch area bulging and throbbing. I made a small groan noise out of frustration. I looked up trying to keep a neutral face and began asking the man for his order. As he was talking, I made quick glances behind him to see she was the last in line waiting patiently.

College friend helped me hookup with my crush [MF]

First time I met my college fwb Anna, she was sitting with a group of her classmates at the on-campus Starbucks. I needed to charge my phone and the nearest plug was behind their table. The group was friendly, and Anna and I clicked. Overtime we would become friends and eventually more. Both of us were single, horny college students; plus, we were compatible.

The sex was astoundingly great, we complemented each other mentally and physically. To this day, she’s been my best sexual partner, the relationship lasted about a year, until I graduated and moved away for work.

Fast forward 5 years or so, Anna reached out through FB chat and we begin catching up on lost time. Doesn’t take long for the texts to become NSFW. At this time we are both single, but living many hours away, plus both heavily entrenched in work.

At some point one of her old college friends comes up in a convo, Maribel. She was a looker. Very attractive woman who had gone back to school in her late 30’s while Anna and I were studying. I had a huge crush on her, she basically checked all the boxes for my milf fantasy. Great body, attractive face, beautiful smile, and a playful personality. But, she was married when I met her, so I never flirted with her or made a move. Just not my style.

I hypnotized my sister to be oblivious while I fucked her – PART 1 [INCEST] [DUBIOUS] [UNAWARE]

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**Fucking My Oblivious Sister**

“Tyler.”

I thought I had heard my name coming from Lina’s lips, but I ignored the sound, far too absorbed by what was playing in front of me.

“Tyler.”

I gasped when Ironman flew out of the scene, slammed by a flying bus that was thrown by the villain of the film.

Holy shit. Is Ironman okay? He must be, right? He’s suit must have prot—

Warm fingers grabbed my shoulder and shook me out of my focus.

“Hey Tyler!”

“What?” I snapped, turning to the source of the disruption.

Lina didn’t notice my annoyance. Her eyes were cast down on her phone screen and she shook my shoulders again. “Look!”

Sighing, I leaned in so close our cheeks grazed. Her intoxicating peach scent waffled into my nostrils, and I took a second to breathe her in before looking at what the fuss was all about.

Wedding reception part 03 (incest)

Now, for the next incest-laden fuck. Connor grinned at this one, his virginal 18-year-old niece, Mandy Jensen was going to get hers. When she came to him and said she wanted to get in on what he had planned, he was surprised. Sounds like Allie had let on to her, and perhaps persuaded her to give up the old-fashioned notion of staying a virgin until marriage. Mandy had been known as a cock tease, Connor knew first hand what a dick teaser she was.

*****

He’d had her out in his car, parked on a side road outside of town. Out in the dark, well beyond any city lights, he felt sure that Mandy was going to give it up. They were in the back seat, fumbling around, her shirt was off, her bra was open, her skirt was on the front seat, and he had his hand inside her panties. Cupping her sex, he could feel the bare skin of a smoothly waxed mound. Oh fuck, his cock was hard as a piece of granite, her hand was inside his shorts, gripping his 8 inches, and he was just about to bring his other hand in, and slide her panties down her legs when it came to a halt.

Erotic Transference: Seducing My Therapist [PART ONE] [MF] [TABOO] [SEDUCTION]

I take a deep breath and knock.

Grant opens the door and gestures toward the elegant camel sofa. Soft winter sunlight filters through the frosted windowpane. A fragrant evergreen adorned with warm white lights glows in the corner where the tall floor lamp once stood.

“Welcome back,” he says, as we settle in across from one another—me on the sofa, him in his cognac leather armchair, legs crossed.

“Thanks,” I reply, already damp and distracted.

Grant is the epitome of polished masculinity. He keeps his dark, thick beard trimmed short and his chestnut waves carefully combed to the side with a precise part. Today he’s wearing taupe tapered slacks, immaculately pressed (as usual), with his mahogany leather boots. His deep burgundy sweater hugs his broad chest and accentuates his prominent biceps.

I lean back and slowly run my fingers across the soft, plush velvet. I wonder if a woman had chosen the decor. A quick, irrational pang of jealousy jolts through me.

“So how are things going?” he asks, with an air of formality.

The odd one out (MMMF, nc, humiliation, oral)

Trigger Warning: While entirely fantasy my NC stories often contain non-consensual scenes that can feel raw, or have realistic elements to them. I don’t want to upset anyone, so please use your discretion when choosing whether or not to read. Thanks and enjoy! 😊

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It was winter break. I was home from college finally, with a chance to hang out with my old friends again. Just time to relax, catch up, and joke around like we used to. That was our plan at least.

“So why would you ever root for them again? They’re like our rivals?” Jason was asking with a hint of annoyance as he sipped at his 5th beer.

“What?” I replied “My dad was born in Seattle remember? I’ve just always rooted for them I guess.”

“You know they’re going to lose right?” Jason replied.

“Hmm i dunno, we’ll see.” I replied a bit smugly.

Football was on today, and Jason, Kyle, Scott and myself were all lounging in Scott’s living room glued to the big game. I was lounging on the loveseat and the 3 guys were sharing the couch. There was only a few minutes left, and it was all tied up.