Tag: Fisting

Wife’s account if first PIV orgasm [MF]

Had a long texting session with my wife yesterday. We talked about her first sexual experiences and focused on her long term fwb in college.

He was the second guy she did anything with, and their fist encounter ended with her giving him a blowjob. It’s was the first one she ever gave. Based of her best guess, using her hands and my dicks as a reference, he was probably 8-8.5” long and 5.5-6” in girth. She was able to finish him on her first attempt and spit his cum in the sink. On the next encounter she swallowed for the first time.

After that they started meeting for sex on the weekends. By this point she had never experienced an orgasm. I asked when it finally happened. She replied that he fingered her to her first clitoral orgasm early on, and then after a few times having sex she had her first PIV orgasm.

I asked her for the details. Her first piv orgasm happened during her first time getting fucked doggy style. First time from behind by a BBC, no less. She described the pace as, “pretty hard”. Read more »

Galaxy’s Edge Chapter 1: Slave 18’s Birthday [NC][Slavery][Training][Star Wars]

All she ever knew was the Compound. Ahik Kimo, or Kimo as her fellow sister slaves called her, was a Twi’lek, born and raised in a secure facility. To her owners, she was Slave 18, or “Slut”, or “Bitch”, or “Tweak cum dump”, whatever term they decided to call her, if they were pointing at her or even looking at her, she knew they were addressing her and she had to comply. All Kimo ever knew was her training. The slave thought it was normal. She didn’t understand why newly arrived sister slaves would cry themselves to sleep every night. They didn’t know how easy they had it now before their training became truly rigorous. The slave uniform, barely a strip of cloth that covered nothing, the head cages that kept their head appendages, their lekku, manacled, the constant leering from the guards, all paled in comparison to the strict exercise regiment that had to be followed every day or face punishment. Each slave was kept fit and ready, Read more »

[MF] my fist christmas party.

Ok, so I’m 18, had a good job and moved out of the house. Didn’t have a great place, a very small house. Had some used furniture, not many groceries ever, But usually plenty of beer. My buddy moved into the spare bedroom to spilt the rent. Well, he had a gf and I didn’t, the noises they made on some nights she was there made me crazy. Ugh. Well, we would drink a lot when we could get it.

It was late November and we didn’t really have a large friend group. Just out of high school, some went to college most just got jobs. We were not college kind of guys. We didn’t really want to hang with our families, we were out on our own. Had plenty of money and decided to have a Christmas party. Hey we were our own men now. Got the world by the ass. We made really good money and went all out. No food but dang we got a lot of booze. Read more »

If These Thin Walls Could Talk (Chapter 2.2 – The First Date) [TF/F] [wlw] [1990s] [Storyline B]

Friday (October 22nd, 1999)

I wake from what feels like the best sleep in the world. As the room comes into focus, I remember the string of kisses Celia and I had shared in the nude before we surrendered to our exhaustion. And then it hits me: the unfinished files that Dan wants done by the end of today. 

I roll over and expect to see Celia. I run my hand over where she was laying- it’s still warm. Then I hear a faint metallic scraping. She must be in the kitchen. Should I get dressed in full now? Better my chances of actually completing the task? Or do I continue to take my sweet time like I’d envisioned last night? That’s right- fuck Dan, that fucking asshole.

The only things I grab from my pile of clothes are my panties and button-down; I’ll save tucking for later. In the kitchen Celia, wearing what’s either an oversized pajama shirt or a pajama dress, has her back turned and has her hand over the stovetop. Next to her is a large bowl with a whisk sticking out of it.  Read more »

Another Way Pt 1 [FF]

Another way

For the last 20 years, my husband and I have worked damned hard to retire, or rather create a financial situation we could opt out of full time work, early as we could. It has finally happened.

Last week, we sold the business for enough money to invest in a trust fund of blue chip stocks, government bonds and annuities to provide us with a substantial income for the rest of our lives. We have two grown children, who are making their own way in the world, and when we have gone, they will receive the full benefits of what we have achieved. Right now, we decided they will get a supplement to their incomes, but that is another story.

My husband was originally employed as a safety engineer, then when the company and he disagreed over some fundamental issues, he opened his own practice and built it up to the point where it employed 11 other consultants and a small office staff of twelve. He ran the services side and I ran the office. Worked really well, but there were a lot of problems and difficulties we had to overcome, but that is no different to any other business I suppose. Read more »

I 20 [F] had my ass claimed by an older man 41 [M] and want it to happen again…

Before I turned 19 this year I got turned out by an older man and it ended up with him claiming my ass…

A few months ago I was dating a guy who was absolutely amazing. We seemed so compatible except he just couldn’t fuck me right. I’m such an anal slut but no matter how bad I wanted him to fuck my ass he just wouldn’t make a move :(

Months prior to meeting my (at the time) boyfriend, I met ‘S’, a friend from my previous posts…

‘S’ Knows how to treat me the proper way an anal whore should be treated. He claimed my ass and would make me stretch it almost everyday for him until I was a gaping mess. He would make me ask for permission everytime I (or anyone else for that matter) wanted to fuck his property. He would force me to make my boyfriend eat my ass anytime he wanted to fuck me, although, he would never allow him to pentrate my ass no matter how much I begged. Read more »

[MF] Rebecca needs it rough and dirty

Rebecca dressed up for it; as if he was someone worth dressing up for.

A pink and white thong and bra set that hugged close to her thin body and tiny bust. A blue dress with a short pleated skirt, a matching cardigan in cashmere. It hugged her shoulders and the neck of the dress was low enough to show off her clavicle. Black pumps. Real pearls, no fakes.

She looked at herself in the mirror, ran her hand through her pixie cut, freshly bleached silver. She looked good. Like she was going for an interview at a law firm, or off for tea at an expensive hotel. It was the outfit of someone who was going to marry a banker or lawyer or high-flying civil servant. Not someone who was going to do what she had planned. She looked at her phone.

*2oclock sheffield rd social centre round the back*

That was what the message said. There were other messages above it that made her blush to review them. When she had told him what she wanted, what she needed. And he had told her what he was going to do. She was trembling a little. The adrenaline was coursing hard. She applied a little perfume. Finished her makeup, caught her reflection: she looked wide-eyed, startled, afraid, horny. Read more »

Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F] Part 18

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*** ***Chris*** ***

Thanksgiving is coming, and we’ve decided to spend it over at my parent’s place. They moved away about 6 or 7 years ago to about a 5-hour drive from us north. They liked it there better, they like the cool, crisp air and the snow. They liked the quiet and they liked the neighborhood.

The girls normally spend it with their parents but as luck would have it none of them could host. Alana’s father has a girlfriend and she wants them to be more romantic or something. Bella’s parents are on their third honeymoon or something, and Laura’s parents are out traveling the world.

So, naturally, that leaves me.

“Well, we better pack cold then,” I told them and the girls are very much looking forward to this.

Especially Bella.

She’s been wanting to meet my parents for some time now, particularly when her general attitude turned for the better and she started taking our relationship more seriously.

She brought mostly dresses and more elegant attire. Basically, 90% of her current wardrobe is out. Frantically, she bought more and more appropriate clothing.

“Why not wear your secretary clothes instead?” I asked. Read more »

[F27] Letting a stranger [M] from whisper fist me and take photos.

I was fooling around on Whisper a few years back realizing I wanted a good railing. I talked to a few guys and let them know my intentions til one seemed right for my needs.

He lived in a rundown town house, I noticed pulling up. Let me in the house and took me upstairs.

We barely talked getting to his room. My pussy already wet, I knew what I wanted. He was so much taller than me. I love being over powered and used for a man’s pleasure.

Closing the door he stroked his hardening cock over his pants and asked “Is there a limit or can I play with you?”

I told him quickly, not overly he could have his way.

Clothes off he squeezed and sucked at my breasts. Biting my nipples and groaning while I grabbed his thick cock eagerly. My pussy soaked waiting to be stretched out.

He took my head pushed it against the wall and choked me with his length, face fucking rapidly cutting my air. Drool and precum dripping from my whore mouth as he used my throat. My eyes locked with his, he was master. Read more »

My first kiss and my first time on our last night together [MF]

“Jess? Are you awake?”

I opened my eyes as I tried to recall where I was, and who would be waking me up in the middle of the night. A faint smell of smoke was in the air, and I was curled up in the back of my best friend’s SUV.

“God you look so beautiful like this.”

Slowly I started to come to my senses— it was the last weekend before Labor Day, and we were all headed to different universities by the end of the week. To celebrate our last summer together, we had built a bonfire and bribed our older siblings to bring us beer in a field outside of town. I hadn’t had much to drink, but the evening was dragging me down and I told everyone that I was calling it a night. Jake had encouraged me to sleep it off in his car before morning came. Morning, and a new life without Jake. Morning and a fresh start without the guy who I’d had an unrequited crush on for as long as I could remember. I could’ve sworn it was Jake’s voice, but he’d never said anything like that to me before. Read more »