Tag: Fisting

[25] [F] Becoming his slutty cum dump to induce labor!

So I’m full term and ready to get this baby out of me! I’ve done the normal stuff like walking, cleaning, dancing, trying foods and nothing! But my favorite has been the sex!

Sex can help relase prostaglandin like hormones. These hormones are also found in semen. Meaning the semen when deposited close to the cervix can help ripen (soften) it. So basically, I’m about to become a slutty cum dump and I’m ok with it! Last night was the start of many creampies! We had put on a movie and started cuddling. Sex was on both of our minds throughout whole movie and I could tell.

Being so big I can only cuddle one way.. spooning. So throughout the movie I would push my ass back against his dick and he would place his hands on me and his fingers would trace the skin around my hip bone and the side of my vagina. We did this a few times during the movie and I wanted so badly to just say forget it and suck his dick. But we both made it through the whole movie. Read more »

Honeymoon [MF, Fm, Mf, mf, Inc, StepDad/StepDau, Unprotected, Impreg, Group] Chapters 1-3

If you like it comment and upvote, and I’;; post more chapters.

**Prologue**

From her teenage years Melissa was, to say least, over-sexed. In spite of a strict religious upbringing, the genie was let out of the box when she was raped at the tender age of eighteen by an uncle. Far from being damaged by the experience, she found that she absolutely loved the rough sex and being used as a slut. Within two months she had fucked four more boys.

Her life thereafter went through regular phases. For some months she would be the total slut, fucking anybody and everybody, loving been dominated by boys or men, replaying the rape scene. And then the religious side would surface, she would repent and immerse herself in church activities until the next phase of nymphomania. The amazing thing, perhaps, was that she was nearly 18 before falling pregnant.

One of her lovers at the time was a 22-year old youth worker at the church. They were forced into marriage, but her new husband deserted her before daughter Hollie was born. As a single mom, she stayed for a while with her parents, but found this stifling. She managed to get secretarial training and soon found a good enough job to support herself and baby in a small flat, leaving the baby at a crèche through the day.But the nymphomaniac phases soon started again. Read more »

After work… [M/M/F/F]

I am on a call with my colleagues trying to focus on work. In the background I can see him come in with my floormate and get into bed. I can hear what he’s doing to her and I am trying so hard not to show on my face how hot it’s getting. As we begin to discuss company budgeting for next quarter my roommate comes in. He goes and joins the two of them taking over where the other left off. Kissing her in places that are making her lose control of her composure. Her face is stuffed in a pillow to stop from interrupting my call. But it’s not working. I can feel my underwear getting sticky and the tingling is taking over my thoughts. All I need to do is get off this goddamn call. I notice him get up and walk out of the room, my roommate and floormate still rustling around in my sheets.

Fuck me, I’ve been asked something but I have no idea what it is, I was too busy thinking about how close to cumming she must be. My coworkers are staring at me expectantly. I cue back in and luckily the moaning stops just long enough for me to turn on my mic and say that I agree. This seems to do the trick and they thankfully move on. Read more »

Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF Part 15-1

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

Alana immediately texted Laura to not even dare go out to dinner with me. Bella has rounded the corner by this time and stalked the grounds towards me, practically foaming at the mouth. Dear god, I’ve made a mistake…

“You just tried to set up a date with Laura?!” Bella growled at me. I could see the fire in her eyes and her well-corded arms pumping red with blood. “You motherfucker, you… fucking motherfucker! How dare you! How fucking dare you!? Get out, get the fuck out!”

I did not see this outcome, like at all. I couldn’t get a word in. She is so angry that I was afraid that if I say anything, ANYTHING, it would further set her off. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her this angry, and frankly I am terrified. I am literally terrified and I am not feeling any other emotions. She started shoving me, hard and I damn near fell over. Alana ran up to her and held her, long enough for me to slip by. Read more »

In the basement (M/F) (daddy) (brat) (spanking) (slapping)

God, she wanted him. All of him.

She often daydreamed of him walking up to her, in that aloof and dismissive way of his- placing his hands on her face and pulling her to him and kissing her softly. Eyes all around. Who fucking cared?

He’d tell her to go downstairs and wait for him. And she would, electricity building between her legs as the anticipation of experiencing him flowed through her mind. She was terrified and aroused. So, fucking aroused.

Her panties were wet. Her pussy- aching with need. Fuck. Where was he?

Eventually, he appeared in the dimly lit room. His figure cut through the shadows, his approach- slow and deliberate. Like a large feline graceful and intimidating. He was going to consume her and she wanted him to.

He stood inches away from her. Starring down at her, he placed a hand on the soft space where her collarbone met her neck and pulled her forcefully to his body.

“What do you want?’ he growled.

“Um…,” she stammered.

He moved his hand to her mouth and squeezed.

“No. Try again, baby girl. What do you want?” Read more »

Reunion with [M]y MILF Ex [F]

Reposting, I did link reference pics but I think that’s getting the post automoderated. :).

This all happened last month. If you don’t care about the background, head down to the XXX line for when the sex actually starts.

A little background on the key players (with names changed, and jobs changed a little, to keep things anonymous).

I’m Dan; my best quality is broad shoulders. I’m in my late thirties, I was a slow starter in dating, and hugely regret not having more fun in my twenties. I have an average length, girthy cock, which I shave when I remember (and it was shaved for this).

Maggie is my ex; she’s a private healthcare worker, and we dated about 10 years or so. She’s 20 years older than me, didn’t look it at the time, and somehow hasn’t aged since (she looks younger than me). She’s a fairly short redhead, has absolutely *huge* boobs (38DD), and looks like a cross between Darla Crane and Demi Dean. Read more »

[BI] Fantasy Campfire Story

Kadgalf
Male Human

Mage

Eònan
Male Elf

Druid

Nadi
Female Hobbit

Thief

Drektora
Female Orc

Berserker (Warrior)

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Eònan Spells:

Berries of Restorative Semen: Once per day. Conjures 1 portion of berry which causes your

semen to restore 50 HP. Tradeable.

Rectal Salve of Cleansing: Removes 1 negative magic, bleed, poison and disease effect. Makes

you immune to anal pain.

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All 4 adventurers sitting in front of the campfire after a long day. Kadgalf, lying his back against a

tree, sights and lifts his robes “Whose turn is it tonight?”.

Obviously wearing nothing underneath, the other 3 look at him. The thief rolls her eyes, the

warrior gives an angry glance at Eònan .

“What? It’s not always me” says the elf.

“He’s not wrong Drektora, but I’ve told you so many times to watch the teeth” adds the mage.

Eònan, visibly excited, approaches, gets on all four and begins to stroke the mage, instantly

giving his cock a slight stiffness.

He launches at the thief a last chance “You sure you don’t want some?” She grunts and Read more »

Regularly fucking [M]y friends wife

Jen and I had done the unthinkable, we had crossed lines and boundaries and at times discussed how and why we got to where we did, ultimately we figured it came down to having something that we were both missing in our current relationships, incredibly wild sex!

After fucking for the first time we really began to open up with each other about everything we wanted to experience, some simple things like car sex, sex in public and other kinkier things like fisting, golden showers and anal, all of which we ended up doing together. During the next 2 weeks Jen and I were fucking at every moment we could, if I worked from home then we would fuck all day in between me actually getting some work done. Usually this would be in the lounge or the bathroom, the lounge floor became a regular place of sex and despite it not being the most comfortable, we made it work very well! Read more »

Brewing [M/F, d/s, exhib]

We are sat in a coffee shop in my rustic neighborhood mall. Large windows let in the warm seductive rays of a sleepy sun. It is late in the afternoon. The last wave of customers is coming in. The air is serene, the hustle-bustle of business a constant hum that muffles the voices of patrons. Our little bubble of privacy in the open.

Our cups are half-empty, their lukewarm contents long forgotten. Mirroring each other, we sit leaning back, legs crossed at an angle, and torsos facing straight. There’s a small wooden table between us. My hand rests there. Yours are folded in your lap. I can see your well-worn sneakers and part of your leg. You’ve come wearing a skirt, as I had asked.

This is the first time we have met in person. Our exchanges online were not long. They were, however, quite raw. Our current conversation is equally proper. How do you behave when you ask polite, probing questions of a stranger who has already disclosed their filthiest fantasies when they were faceless? Meaningful as interest in books and sports and art may be, in this moment it is an exercise in platitudes. Read more »

Good Girl Gone Under [M/F] [blowjob] [student] [professor] [pwp] [fictional]

*To pop or not to pop?*

I am fiddling with the following few buttons of my white school uniform, second-guessing whether to unclasp them or let them stay as they are.

Meanwhile, I can feel beads of my sweat dripping down unhurriedly at the slope of my lower back. I am cramped under this dark mahogany desk for only the past few minutes, but every second that ticks off is grating on my nerves.

In just about half an hour, I need to go back and take the last exam I have on my schedule for today. I almost cringe at the face of my friends being slightly disappointed and mostly confused at the fact that I am skipping on their quick review sessions.

It will be ironic if the reason why I left them won’t even be here for my spontaneous visit.

However, I don’t have to berate myself further since the door creaked open already. The hush of students mingling in the hallways—*mostly talking about how they have done on their respective exams*—is briefly echoing in the room until almost instantly tapering off when the door closes. Read more »