[F] [M] I needed cock, and bad!

I had gone too long without it. Cock. There is just something about it that I can’t describe. There’s no replacing it. A plastic or rubber dildo won’t do. There has to be some actual meat on it. It has to feel warm, and somewhat flexible. I like the feeling of holding onto a warm body as he enters me, looking into his eyes and stroking his hair.

My wife isn’t into guys though. She never really has been. She dated them when she was in high school, but when she went off to college she realized she was just faking it for her family’s sake. I don’t blame her. Everyone has their own preferences. We had created an agreement at the beginning of our marriage though. We’d fuck other people, as long as we were open and honest about it. I could have my dick, and she could bring home an occasional girl to play with when I was working late. It was win win. But as we got older, more important things would pop up. Work projects, family gatherings, or even just an occasional free weekend where we preferred to stay at home and eat ice cream in our pajamas.

[MF] Our first day on Sex Holiday in Malaga with photos!

This got longer than I thought it would. If you want to skip to the sexy parts then go to the divider line.

/u/sexincarnate and I met through /r/dirtykikpals while I was working abroad and needing a distraction. We ended up getting along amazingly. All our kinks lined up, we both had insatiable libidos, and she now had someone to describe her prolific sexual history to. She loved that I would spoil her with lingerie, and I loved her exhibitionism in all the slutty things I sent her. And her being in Europe where I frequently traveled through just made everything better. Our first meeting in Italy went amazingly. We fucked non stop and learned that our online chemistry worked in real life too. I had a vasectomy years ago so pregnancy is not a concern, but since we both see other people we get tested before our holidays so we can play with no concern. We now take a couple Sex Holidays a year. In November of 2017 we made plans to go to Malaga on the south coast of Spain, and /u/sexincarnate even found a swingers villa where we could stay for 10 days!

[MF] It took moving out of the apartment to finally lay my former roommate.

Quick backstory: I went to high school with a girl and we were friends but never super close. We ended up going to the same University and hung out quite a bit our freshman year and then moved in together our sophomore year. But by this time, she already had a boyfriend. She has dark hair, tan skin, about 5’2″ and couldn’t weigh more than 110lbs. Athletic; she played tennis in college. Very petite and tight body. I am 6’1″ 190lbs with an athletic build and am very shy in general.

Being from the same hometown, we would drive home together for holidays to save on gas. One trip back to college, we played a strip game in the car. I was driving her car and she kicked my ass in the game, but knowing she had a bf, I never took any clothes off. A missed hint on my end. On another occasion, she was getting ready to go out for dinner with her bf for their 1 year. She called me back from my buddies apartment (2 minute walk away) for me to help her pick out a dress. She tried on a handful of dresses for me to judge which one looked best on her. She also changed dresses in front of me and me being innocent/shy, missed another hint. I never saw her completely naked because she had a strapless bra on, but she sure looked fine as hell in her underwear. The lasthint I missed/ignored, since I knew she had a bf, is she called me to pick her up when her car broke down. Not her bf. She asked how she could repay me and I told her to not worry about it.

[MF] She was worth the wait! – Long

I think everyone has that friend that they were never able to fuck or the timing was never right with, but you both knew that you wanted to. That girl to me was Amy. She was always hanging out with my group of friends in high school and always flirted with me, but when I got into a semi-serious relationship so did she with a good friend of mine.

When this happened I used to always push the conversation with him to sex to hear about the crazy shit they did together. Every time he’d describe her taking his dick in public or blowing him out of no where I would fantasize about her and couldn’t wait till I had my turn. Fast forward a few years and we were both mostly single. I had just ended a relationship and she was with a guy on again off again. I was making a surprise visit home to visit some family and had texted a group of people to meet at the local bar. As people texted others they knew would be home or interested I found out that Amy was among the people that would be coming. I texted her to tell her I was excited and looked forward to seeing her.

The Gas Station Bathroom Part 1 [MF] [Oral] [Facial]

It was a warm summer night and after spending 4 hours driving and making it to the halfway point of my journey I figured it was about time to pull off and refuel both myself and my car. I pull into the first gas station I see which was almost empty due to the late hour. there was one other car which I assume is the employee that is working inside the gas station. I walk into the brightly lit store and see a cute young man, no younger than 20, sitting behind the counter. I smile at him as I approach the register and take a crisp 20-dollar bill out of my wallet. He smiles back at me and I see his eyes start at the floor and work up my curves. 

I’m not ugly by anyone’s standards, but I’ve also never been fighting guys off. The clerk was cute and had a friendly smile as I approached him, so the small amount of attention was taken with pride. I’m wearing a pair of navy blue Hollister sweatpants and a black tank top where the bra that holds my 32D breasts is poking out of the top. And my long, shiny blonde hair drapes over my perky breasts.

Broken, Ruined, and Desperate [MF][Violent][Anal]

It comes and goes, that need, that primal urgency that can overwhelm me. I try to be a good girl, I truly do. Yes, I’m a slut, I’m a skank, and I’m a cheap set of holes. All that and more, and there come some days, rare ones, where I want to be so much more and so much less.

I want him to walk through the door and see me, except he doesn’t. He sees a warm mouth, C cup tits with pierced nipples, and two holes, one wet, one warm and tight. He doesn’t see me and honestly there isn’t a me to see. I am what he makes me and over time I see it. Broken, ruined, and desperate.

He grabs me by my neck and lifts me up, choking as he pulls me to his mouth, kissing me deep. No love, just need. Then with fearful strength, he throws me against the wall and I slide down, stunned. He needs to vent then and my body is the canvas to paint upon. I struggle to stand up, but he kicks my cunt, doubling me over. He needs it swollen, tighter. It’s never tight enough anymore unless his fist is shoved in it. He grabs my head and jerks it back up against the wall and rams his cock in my throat.

My [F]irst public blowjob

Many years ago I went on a short break with my family and my first serious boyfriend. We’d gone to one of those camping/caravan/lodge parks – that had a swimming complex, adventure playground, bike hire etc. We were staying in a lodge, and *of course,* the boyfriend and I were sleeping in separate rooms. My family seemed determined to not let us have any time alone. We were both getting incredibly frustrated.

On the Wednesday afternoon, we all went swimming. On the poolside was a Jacuzzi and a steam room. A lockable steam room. Bingo.

You could only fit 4 in the steam room – and my family were off splashing around with inflatable flamingos or whatever… surely we wouldn’t be missed for 10 minutes or so…

We went in to the steam room, sat down and waited for the glass door to steam up – we didn’t want to be caught. As the door gets misty, my hand reaches into his shorts and wraps around his cock. He’s already half-hard in anticipation – finally time for some fun. I pull his swelling cock out of his shorts, rubbing the head with my thumb. I get down on my knees in front of him, and look up at him as I run the tip of my tongue from the base all the way up to the head. He’s fully hard now, and groaning as I tease him. I keep up the tease – swirling my tongue around the head, using just the tip to slide up and down.

Terrible Terry Ch3 [mffm][mff][nc][

It was hard to think about anything other than Terry during college. Her almost white hair and pale figure. The smooth skin on her breasts as she bent over in a v-neck or the crease of her hips as she curled her knees forward. She was tantalizing. And she had owned me. She had humiliated me in front of my teammates and my best friend. She had complicated things, to say the least, between me and my closest thing to a romantic contact. She had manipulated my body exactly how she wanted to on every occasion… and she had yet to let me finish. All I wanted was to hold her down into the mattress and get even. Then it would be over. Things would just go back to normal. Right? Right.

There was only one source of information in regards to Terry available to me. My once only chance at maybe having a romantic interest slash good friend slash fellow tool at Terry’s disposal. Cat had once been my conservative friend who wore a cross necklace to class and taught bible study on Wednesdays, but lately I had seen more of her – well lately I had seen her naked. Very naked. She had an exhibitionist streak in her. You could tell by the way she flowered in the attention around campus. Awards, leadership roles, teacher’s pet, sorority queen, she lived to serve and please and she had done that a lot lately.

[MF] You and I were never an item, but I need to stop fucking around; I need to make you mine:

My dick was as hard as my high school Physics class the moment I entered your abode. I couldn’t resist the urge to shove my tongue down your throat the instant our eyes met. I reached behind you and took hold of your panties and thick rump. I slid my entire right hand into your undies, and your entire nether region was soaked. We continued to swap saliva as we hurried to your bedroom. I pulled at your undergarment until you were as naked as you were at birth. I pushed you onto your bed and had at you. I lapped up the condensation that I had just previously felt on, and I made a mess of your ass with my tongue. You were a screaming nutcase, and remained in that moment each time my mouth dispatched its arsenal against your genitalia. I manipulated the surface of your clit, too; it was a fat piece of pussy cleavage that I swore I’d please. So, I pulled and tasted at the sensual pleasure harkening to your insane requests. I couldn’t take the torture much longer, though. My rock hard nature spit forth tons of its transparency oil. I mounted you suddenly and out of nowhere in the missionary position. Every thrash and bombardment of my sexual exhibition caused your body to emit pelvic juices of epic proportions. I beat at your pussy like a crazy madman, and your tightness cured my insanity. Before long, your cougar pussy was squirting on my erect black cock. But, your pink, white snatch via your sweet little lips longed to keep at the pumping and thrusting. You licked at my nipples and held on to my hips and ass tightly through the vaginal-fucking expedition. I tried to keep my dick in its lane, but your gripping pussy pulled me from the steering wheel; I lost complete control of myself; I nutted in your throbbing enclosure. It’s not over with yet, though…

Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 7).

(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)

Harry remembered everything. Every vision, every thought, every detail about Michaels unwanted memories. He tried to tell himself that they were fabricated, but he knew the truth, and he couldn’t suppress it no matter how desperately he wanted to. Michael hadn’t been lying, like Harry suspected. The taunts about Ms. Davies were real, just like the ones about Ginny. He’d come to terms with that, and now the only thing left to think about was how he would proceed.

First things first, Harry wanted to get him alone. If there was one thing Harry excelled at it was one on one encounters. Hell, he’d just start swinging if he had to.

But what would that accomplish, a little voice asked? Would Ms. Davies be at Michaels bedside while he was in the hospital wing?

Unable to stop the little voice from getting too real, it asked: and what would they be doing? Would she be jerking him off under the covers as he rubs and squeezes her breasts? Would she lick, suck, and worship his fat cock, as he thinks “thanks Potter.”