[F20] The Bikini Contest (Part 1/?)

The 5th guy’s jizz splatters against my forehead, trickling down my nose and falling onto my [cum-stained black bikini](https://www.reddit.com/r/AutumnFalls/comments/k9nnie/still_cant_believe_how_perfect/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share). My counting volunteer clicks her little silver device, keeping track of my total votes. Since every voter’s load is different, you can’t count it by just the *amount* of ropey slime hanging from each contestant, you’ve gotta count each shot.

There are 2 other girls hunkered beside me on the stage by the pool, and the line of spring breakers wanting to cast their vote in the contest wraps around the deck and extends out through the entrance gate. On my left, a perky blonde with injected lips sticks out her tongue for vote #7, which overshoots her mouth and ruins one of her fake eyelashes. It sags heavily with baby-glue and peels from her lid a bit, as a couple of encore spurts plop onto her silky, pink, padded C-cups.

To my right, a dark-skinned beauty with long braids squats in a teal one-piece, which leaves the front open so you can see all of her toned tummy up to her crafty, ample underboob. She’s surprisingly comfortable in her wide-legged squat, barely-covered pussy facing the world as a lanky business major drains his balls against her neck. She gives a little twerk-bounce as the gooey deposit slips between her cleavage, disappearing for a moment before running down her ribs to her navel. Her volunteer clicks a 6th vote into her total.

Lost in a Pandemic 3 [FF]

Lost in a Pandemic 3

I can’t believe the number of people I see every day, dying. They say, “No, I don’t believe in corona virus.” “This isn’t happening to me, this is not real!” I’ve never seen it like this. What are people thinking? I go home at the end of my shift and cry myself to sleep- after a couple or four whiskey and beer chasers. That’s the only way I can sleep. Booze, tears and oblivion.

I’m seeing people anywhere between thirty and ninety years old, they come to me when the medical staff are sure that their patient is beyond their help. I’m in a super clean area, setup to take the dying. I can’t do anything to help them, not even sure if I am making them comfortable. I’m in mask, face shield, gloves, disposable gowns, rubber shoes. I decontaminate to enter the ward, I decontaminate to exit the ward. Some clothing is put into bags, taken out and burnt. Some clothing is sterilized and yet, there is still no guarantee that I won’t be infected.

[FM] The cougar on Tinder (2013)

I was on Tinder 7 years ago, and had the time of my life. I was a good looking successful guy, mid/late 20s at the time, so it was easy for me to get laid. Always had a thing for older women, and matched with one on Tinder. She was 44, short black hair, tan and fit. First thing I typed was “After I’ve given you a back and thigh massage, I’d perform oral sex until you tell me to stop ha! I love to please. Nothing’s a bigger turn on than watching you have multiple orgasms when I’m kissing, licking, and sucking on your clit, all while I use a vibrator inside you at the same time. Mmm I love it!!
OR I’d start by oiling up your back butt thighs and legs. Then I’d explore every bit of your pussy with my tongue until you’re ready for me to work that clit with my tongue. Then climb on top of you and make out as I ease inside you. Bend you over and go hard hard hard from the back then pull you to the edge of the bed while I stand and fuck while holding a vibrator on your clit until I cum. Then you’d hop on my face until I recover. Repeat
I hope that doesn’t scare you away! I love to please and am a sexual perfectionist; meaning I pride myself in being my lover’s best lover. “

An ordinary evening, The final “chapter”

Good day literary lovers!

As usual I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes, editing and/or formatting errors and whatever else I may do wrong. Please enjoy my final installment of this fun little series I have had so much pleasure creating. Feel free to leave a comment or send me a PM, it’s always welcome… xo

Thank you dolls! <3

Dropping to your knees you dive right in giving furious lashes to my clit with your tongue. Your hands trailing up my legs, around my thighs before finally settling with a firm grasp on my ass. Running my fingers through the hair atop of your head, I grab hold to direct your attention to where I want as I uncontrollably grind against your tongue. Feverishly, you continue lapping me up as if I were a tall glass of ice water and you have just been stranded in the desert for days. You really start to find your rhythm and with each flick and pass of your tongue I start to quiver more, louder moans escaping my lips, as I grow closer and closer to coming I try to give in to pure bliss you’re making me feel and fall back onto the bed but your grip from my ass loosens as your palms slide up to the small of my back catching me. Drawing your head back and with a heady and carnal need in your voice and a wink of your eye, you say; “Careful, now not just yet princess…”

The Trophy Club. (Part 1) (hunter/prey, rough, oral, anal, outside, mild pain play, name-calling)

So this is a longer one folks but you all asked so nicely for a series of my last story. This isn’t a straight sequal but a start to a new series. Hope you enjoy!

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Sarah sat staring at her email. Nervous laughter caught in her throat as she read it over once more.

Welcome to the trophy club.

The first words sent the butterflies in her stomach fluttering.

Our annual weekend event starts this weekend.
All members should remember the rules upon arrival. For our new member the rules are as follow:

1) No hunting session can end until a doe is caught.

2) The hunter with the most confirmed catches wins.

3) All participants must have up-to-date checks.

Sarah chuckled.
What on earth had she signed up for. She smiled and ran her fingers through her bright blonde curls.

[Group] The First Time I Tried Free Use: Part 2 of 3 – The Executives

It was about 40 minutes before anyone else came out of the club and into the parking lot. This time, it was a group of three older guys, maybe in their 50’s, wearing business suits. They were intoxicated, but composed, and were talking seriously and didn’t notice me until they were almost right in front of me. One of them was quite tall, another had salt and pepper hair, and the third guy had a mustache.

“Hello ma’am,” said one of them in a southern accent, “what’s a little young thing like you doing out here so late at night?” They clearly hadn’t read the sign, so I glanced down at it.

“Look here, John,” said the tallest of the three to the guy with the mustache, “It says ‘For Free Use.” He looked at me, “What does that mean?”

“It means that I’m free, and you can use me however you want.” I said, matter of factly.

“Do you work here?” John asked

“Nope.” I said, getting out a cigarette and lighting it.

“How old are you?” he asked.

“I’m 21.” I replied while taking a puff.

Lost in a Pandemic [MF]

Flying business class is a luxury I couldn’t afford but my boss told me that LA to Sydney Australia was the longest flight in the world, and they wanted me in good condition when I got there. Yep, I can go along with that. All good, right?

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. We will be landing in Sydney airport in approximately one hour. Please remain seated after landing, the aircraft will be boarded by Australian Border Patrol personnel who will supply you with masks. We have just been informed that upon arrival, you will be taken to a facility, tested for corona-virus and remain in quarantine for two weeks.” Well, the message was a bit longer than that, more polite, but that’s what he told us. Quarantine? What the fuck?

That’s what happened. We got masks and told not to take them off, put on a bus and taken to a hotel. It’s wasn’t five star, but it was okay. We would not be permitted to leave the hotel, under any circumstances up to and including the end of the world. Some of us would have to share, not enough rooms for one each. Oka-a-a-y, but not happy with sharing with a stranger. I was assigned a room, and told I would be sharing. His name was Alexandre Arti-something-Eastern-European. Not happy, but under the circumstances, being alone for two weeks was not an attractive option either. Oh well, put up with it.

Holly’s Tales…Part 2

I’m in the back of the gym on a leg machine, the kind where you sit with your legs at ninety degrees with your shins pushing against a padded bar, and then straighten them, lifting the arm which pulls the cable which pulls the plates up in the process. The gym isn’t crowded today. There are maybe ten people here. I came with Chris and Amy but they’re off on the treadmills together up near the front of the gym by the windows. I’m not much into running long distances. Besides, twenty feet away, *she’s* working out. She’s doing single leg squats in front of the mirror and I can’t look away. Every time she stands up and her impossibly round and extruding posterior reforms, I imagine what it must feel like; muscular, firm, round, soft. Maybe a little soft when she’s not flexing them.

*I’d like to just rub her legs for a moment…*

Slaves of Bucarra pt.2 (Beastiality) (F/F) (M/F) (Masturbation)

*Note: In this story I played a lot with fetishes and stereotypes and how I could fit them in a story, taking inspiration from art and literature I’ve read. In the story all women are very submissive, except for the main character [Selena Dantes](https://imgur.com/a/MlREMl5), who I hoped to tell the story around. It’s not finished yet, but how you enjoy the second part.*

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Selena didn’t listen and took a closer look at the slaves present, taking a hand glove from her pocket and putting her hand inside one of the slave’s pussy. She took her time, while the Baron wondered what she was trying to accomplish, until the slave finally came and she quickly took a sample of her cum. After disposing of her glove, she placed on another and took another sample, “I’ll send these to the laboratory.” She said rather coldly, “Let me see the rest.”

Opportunity (MF)

After a long day on duty, Reelz decides that he is going to go out and have a beer or two. Reelz hops on his Harley undecided where to go. He remembers that there is a nice bar at a nearby hotel and makes his mind up that he will go there. As he walks into the bar he sees a beautiful woman sitting at the bar. Trying to get a good look at her he walks towards the bar. Reelz notices her plump lips, gorgeous hazel eyes and dark hair that is draped over her shoulders. As their eyes meet he smiles and flashes one of his dimples. She quickly looks down at her drink and as he continues to look at her he sees her peer up from her glass.

“I am going in,” Reelz said to himself. Reaching out is hand he says, “Hi, I’m Reelz.”

She quickly reaches out her hand, “Hello, I’m Ally.”

Reelz was surprised by her confidence and immediately knew that his standard pick up line of “Hey, you’re gorgeous and I would love to sleep with you tonight” would be of utter uselessness. He knew that tonight, with Ally, that he would have to step his game up.