How many squirts? [MF] (D/s, bondage, flogging, forced orgasms, squirting, fisting)

“If it doesn’t work out, I’ll come crawling back.” That was the last text I got from her. She’d found a guy that she wanted to try a having an exclusive long term relationship with, and I supported her wholeheartedly. For her sake I legitimately hoped I wouldn’t hear from her again, because she deserves a partnership, like I have. As an ENM Dom I have a primary partner, with a normal family life, and I always kind of hope that my more casual playmates will find something that satisfies them emotionally long term, because with me it’s all sex.

It had been 3 months since I’d heard from her when I saw several texts from her on my phone after work.

“I would like you to fuck me now, please sir”

“at your earliest possible convenience”

“I’d take any amount of you I could get at this point. I keep having this visceral reaction to the memory of you manipulating my body, controlling me, using me forcefully”

“Things didn’t work out because he couldn’t handle me the way you do, when we fucked I kept thinking of you and wanting that passion and force again”

Is She Really? [Masturbation] [Dirty Talk] [Oral] [Outcourse]

“Check it out. She’s asleep.”

I glanced over to my fiancée on the couch next to me. Sure enough, Sadie lay snuggled up against the edge of the sofa dozing peacefully, her head resting on its arm. The light from the television played across her face, making her somewhat intimidatingly beautiful features appear softer, less striking. Even sleeping, she looked heart-stoppingly gorgeous.

“Her mouth’s open,” her best friend Piper said, snickering and nudging me with her elbow.

I stifled a laugh not wanting to disturb her and ruin the image. It made me smile seeing Sadie in such an innocent state with her jaw slack and lips parted. It was quite a natural, pure moment for what was otherwise a very fastidious girl. I was almost tempted to take a picture and capture the adorable moment forever. Until Piper’s next comment turned it from sweet to salacious.

“Do you think she’s dreaming about taking a dick inside of it?”

Is She Really? [M26 F24 F24] [Masturbation] [Dirty Talk] [Oral] [Outercourse]

“Check it out. She’s asleep.”

I glanced over to my fiancée on the couch next to me. Sure enough, Sadie lay snuggled up against the edge of the sofa dozing peacefully, her head resting on its arm. The light from the television played across her face, making her somewhat intimidatingly beautiful features appear softer, less striking. Even sleeping, she looked heart-stoppingly gorgeous.

“Her mouth’s open,” her best friend Piper said, snickering and nudging me with her elbow.

I stifled a laugh not wanting to disturb her and ruin the image. It made me smile seeing Sadie in such an innocent state with her jaw slack and lips parted. It was quite a natural, pure moment for what was otherwise a very fastidious girl. I was almost tempted to take a picture and capture the adorable moment forever. Until Piper’s next comment turned it from sweet to salacious.

“Do you think she’s dreaming about taking a dick inside of it?”

I [M]39 Had My First Hotwife [F]40 Experience – ROUND 2

For those that haven’t read the first meetup, I HIGHLY suggest reading it before reading round 2

See here:

I [M]39 Had My First Hotwife Experience [F]40
by u/yourfantasynemo69 in gonewildstories

For those that have already read about the first meetup, thanks for the read and the comments and hope you enjoy round 2

The days after the first meetup we all three kinda made small talk here and there via the messaging app. Joking around with each other, sending random funny GIFs, and her husband saying he loves watching the videos I sent him. LOVES it. Then I said “I can assure you round 2 will have better content” He said “sounds like we need to set that up then huh?” Im like “yup, we sure do. What does the Mrs say??” Then she chimes in with a GIF “oh fuck yes!” I replied with another GIF of Kip from Napoleon Dynamite gesturing YES with a fist pump lol

Yours… On My Knees

I am kneeling before you. Eyes downcast, waiting. A shadow passes across my face and for a moment I forget myself and glance up to see what cast it… and my eyes meet your cock, standing ready, so close… a tiny gasp catches in my throat, and then I remember and lower my gaze.

Then your fingers, so gentle, are playing across my features, tracing my brow, my cheekbone, my jaw, sliding underneath to my throat. I am trembling. Still gentle and yet demanding now, your hand closes slightly, grasping, tilting my face upward. Permission to meet your eyes has not been given and so I carefully keep my lashes lowered, peeking through at what still stands ready before me, pulse quickening, mouth and tongue heating, lips wanting, dying to part but held firmly shut by my last scrap of will.

A rumbling chuckle from you. I know you must be amused.

You move your hand again, this time sliding up my cheek and into my hair. Your touch is so soft… until you make a fist, clenching where hair meets scalp, the stinging shock bringing tears to my eyes. With this leverage you tilt my face upward even further, and I understand your unspoken bidding and meet your gaze… gentle, playful, and yet I cannot miss the steel beneath. The command, quiet and soft, holds the same:

I think the cute new receptionist has a thing for me [M27/F20s] [blowjob at work]

“Are you– are you doing ok?” Esme’s green eyes and button nose are scrunched up with concern, her hand resting on my shoulder. This small gesture catches me off-guard, it’s the most human touch I’ve had in months.

I blink the sad revelation away. “Uh-oh. What did I say?”

“At the stand-up this morning,” she tilts her head to the side, “You were… well, cranky. And, no offense, Peter, but you’ve been that way a lot lately.” Her words roll through their syllables, inflected with some sort of English accent, but not one that sounds particularly proper.

I slink back into my chair, twiddle with the mechanical pencil on my desk. The desk has a cheap computer on it and is set against a big glass wall, rows of new cars lined up outside. An SUV, blue and shiny and sleek, sits on a pedestal behind me. I look around, scanning for customers and co-workers alike. We’re alone for the moment. “I’m not offended. Thanks for letting me know, Esme. I’ll work on it, somehow, I guess.”

“Well, let me know if I can help,” she says.

My best friend came instantly and I love him for it [F/M] [Oral] [First]

I wasn’t surprised by how small his cock was, but I was a little surprised when his hot jizz shot onto my face the second my lips touched his tip. I guess I should’ve expected it, in hindsight.

My best friend had always been a runt. He was roughly my size from kindergarten all the way up to highschool, and when all his male friends hit puberty and grew into men he was still my size – 5’5, 120 lbs, thin as a rail.

I made fun of him for it exactly once, joking that he could fit into my clothes. He hid the pain behind an agreeable chuckle, but I saw it for a second and never poked that sore spot again. He didn’t get along well with other men, but his frailty made it hard for him to get along with most women too. He interpreted anything less than constant enthusiasm as a sign that they didn’t like him, and so he never asked anyone out, never dated all through highschool, and for the most part I was his only friend.

Fight, Flight, Freeze – primal play from the prey’s perspective. [MF] [CNC] [D/s]

The thin air burns my throat as I push my naked back against the bark.

I’m certain that if he’s close, (which he has to be,) my rabbit heart will give me up. In the growing darkness, the temperature begins to drop, and a wave of goosebumps wash over me. It’s difficult to think through the fog of adrenaline, and I have to fight hard to control the animal in me that just wants to hide.

I cling to this tree, trying to decide where to move next. He expects me to be frozen to the ground, and as it stands, my only chance of getting ahead of him is to do the opposite of that.

*I need to move now.*

Eyes darting, I will myself to take the first step, but as soon as my foot is planted firmly on the ground, my blood runs cold.

I hear him.

Muffled steps, crunching against the thick layer of brush. If I had to guess, he is no more than 100 feet away, but I have no idea if he knows I’m so close.

Truck Fuck with coworker

My girl Lisa. Small petite mexican with b cup titties and a very round and brown ass. 5’4″. Short hair. 29. Brown lips. God she’s a great fuck. We work together at a plant in Texas. She’s married but separated. Always horny and fertile as fuck. We don’t act like we fuck at work but as soon as 9pm hits I expect a text. Like normal we meet at the bar.
Like normal we start grabbing on each other slowly and it gets escalated to fuck me vibes.
So lately we’ve been fucking in my truck. And I can’t wait to smell the sweet funk of her pussy and spread ass take over my truck cab.
I start by peeling her pants down to her knees. Face down ass up. With my thumbs and palms I’ll roll her ass cheeks apart. Dip my tounge in her pussy while pushing in her asshole with my nose.
Ain’t much room in the cab but she’s tiny.
After I eat and slurp and slurp her brown snatch my tongue makes quick work punching in her tight ass.
She always moans like the death. Like I’m killing her.
But instead I’m fucking her like her next kid is mine. Because my cock already dripping with pre nut is ready to fill her put and up.
I love pulling her titties out by wrapping her shirt up in my fist on her back and grind fucking her.
Watching those brown cheeks clap as I watch out for strangers lurking around my truck in what ever shitty parking spot I can find. She takes well to hard spanking and finger banging her ass while I pulse fuck her pussy. Cums hard every time.

College Mom 2

Sharon was a lot more relaxed after her romp in the van with Jonathan. She had gone back home, done some of the work she had brought home, and chatted with her husband and daughters. She had just finished showering when her phone buzzed again. It was a text from Sue, asking her when she was coming over. She texted back that she had just gotten out of the shower and would be over shortly, and what could she bring. Wine, she replied, and lots of it. Sharon LOL’d and said that she would be there soon.

Sharon got dressed and fixed her hair and decided on a tennis skirt and a pretty top. She packed a change of clothes for the next day and then left for Sue’s house. Along the way she stopped at the liquor store to get wine. She loves to tease the man who owns the store, and gave him a nice long look at the backs of her legs and her ass peeping out from under her skirt while she looked at wine. While he packed away the wine she bought she smiled sweetly and innocently at him. “Thank you, see you next week.”