Tag: Fisting

The Camgirl Part LI: About Ready to Kill Someone [Fsolo] [Str8] [Mast] [Voy] [Exh] [fsub]

**LI: Blake and Liam**

*Challenge, accepted, Blake.*

**Blake**

Blake brought the vibrator back to her pussy, shuddering.

“Oh, thank god, fuck,” She moaned, “Oh, seven was the most in one day, not one hour.”

She only got a few seconds into using the vibrator this time.

“Oh my god! Are you serious? You little–” Blake cut off, biting her lip as she glared at the screen, then continued in a sing-song voice, “I don’t like you.”

Blake knew that her regulars liked making her lose it a bit and get all sassy, and she knew she would feel the same in their position—she’d gone onto Chloe’s shows more than a few times just to fuck with her—but in the moment she was just getting frustrated, “I don’t like you, Ken, we’re not friends anymore.”

A moment later, the same user tipped again, letting her use the wand once more.

Ah! Thank you!” Blake said, smiling “We’re friend’s again, Trev. I love you.” Read more »

Ramona Rims Me

By JK Jones

At first glance, you would not suspect that Ramona was a hardcore ass freak. She was sitting next to me in the lounge of our local Starbucks, reclined back on a comfortable chair, diddling with her smart phone. She looked to be about 25 years old, with straight brunette hair to her shoulders, a pretty face behind white rimmed glasses, dressed in a hoodie and a skirt, colorful leggings and Converse sneakers. In other words, like almost every other run of the mill Bohemian millennial, cute and approachable, and probably ten years younger than me.

I struck up a conversation about something, and within a few minutes we were chatting like old friends. Her name was Ramona, she was a part time office assistant, part time student studying business at community college, she lived with two roommates in a cheap flat close by, she was occasionally bi-, she was currently single, and she loved cats. After gleaning that in ten minutes and telling her similar demographic information about myself, we ended up walking out to a local park behind the coffee shop. Read more »

The cook, my wife and her lover [freeuse] [wife watching] [FMM] [Squirting][Rough][cuckold][anal]

I had been browsing amateur Indian porn on Pornhub when I found my wife’s video fucking our cook and the security guard from next door!

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I had been asked to move to Japan on a new assignment on an emergency basis. The company was in deep shit and needed someone experienced to take charge and put things right.

I had to leave immediately, leaving my wife and kids behind. They would join once the kid’s school term was over.

Having a wife with low libido meant that our sex was infrequent, quick and boring. Pornhub was my way of letting off some much needed steam. Besides as a 46 year old married man with a dad-bod, there weren’t too many other options. Since I had to leave in a hurry, there was barely time to pack up and I was in a plane headed to Japan, leaving my wife alone in the suburbs of New Dehli. Little did I know, she was not that low libido, straight-laced Indian wife that I thought she was! Read more »

Assfucking Alice

I was in Phoenix on business last week, and called Alice, a gorgeous single older woman who I had always had an eye out for. We hadn’t talked in years, but I knew she lived in the area because of occasional social media “hello’s” over the years.

She was happy to hear from me, and invited me over to dinner. I showed up with a bottle of wine and she met me at the door, looking fine, a little drunk and possibly horny. She took the bottle of wine from my me, grabbed my hand and led me inside.

I followed her into the kitchen, and set the bag down. She turned around and melted into my arms, her hot moist lips urgently pressing against mine, her tongue flickering around against mine, her breath warm on my cheek. I felt her shapely body pressed against my gym-hardened sides, and my hands found her hips as we kissed.

A moment later, we pulled back a little. “Wow,” Alice breathed. “I had forgotten what a sexy man you are.” I chuckled, raising an eyebrow at her. “You are model gorgeous,” I argued. She crinkled her face into a grateful smile, and then moved forward for another passionate kiss. Read more »

The Camgirl Part L: Challenge Accepted [Msolo] [Fsolo] [Str8] [Voy] [Exh] [Mast]

**L: Blake and Liam**

**Blake**

Blake twisted her “vodka” bottle as she stopped filling the shot glass to avoid any spillage.

“Alright guys,” she said, putting down the bottle and exchanging it for one of the small 8oz cans of Sprite. She held up both for her camera to see, “Let’s get this show started. Woo!”

With that, Blake threw back the shot and made a bit of a face before chasing it with her sprite. The water in the vodka bottle didn’t taste too gross, but despite numerous attempts, Blake had never fully been able to completely eliminate the vodka taste from the container. Still, it worked better for her than kicking back a few shots of vodka every show. Cherry’s bubbly, slightly ditzy party attitude called for it, but Blake knew better than to think she could handle that. Physically or emotionally.

She set down both glass and can off-camera before glancing at the chat.

“No, sorry, guys,” she said, raking her fingers through her hair as she sat back on the bed. She watched the screen, positioning herself so everyone could see her new lingerie that one of her higher tippers had sent her. It wasn’t super comfortable with all its straps, but the black and white lacy pattern went will with her black and white thigh-high socks. Read more »

We met in line at the bank [MFF]

So, the main event happened about two years ago. The tangents I go on – possibly more like 7-10 years ago, so my memory is patchy and some of the exact chronology is off. Otherwise this is all true.

So, I was back in my home town after being abroad for about 3-4 years. I still had a local bank account. I had some time to kill so I thought I’d go to the local branch and check on its status. So I take a number and wait for my turn. To the left of me is… let’s call her Rose.

Rose I know for maybe about a decade. We were introduced by a common friend. She was dating a girl at the time. I was introduced to them as “my lesbian friends”. In time I found out she was not exactly lesbian. Now, Rose is short, mostly wears short hair, has an overall tomboyish look, but actually gives off a very sultry vibe. It’s hard to describe exactly why. She has broad cheeks and a soft, kind face, with rather sort of dark/deep eye-sockets, kind of like the Dechanel sisters. She also had a moderately deep, raspy voice, and her manner of speaking made it sound quite sexy. When I think about her, I imagine her asking some provocative question. Her body was… soft :) Not sure how else to describe it. Not skinny, or toned, or even chubby. Just a bit less than chubby. The eyes and the voice, though… Read more »

Advent Kinkendar: December 4th [FMfm]

I still had a faceful of cum when I woke up this morning; but thankfully we weren’t required to sleep plugged. Those didn’t go back in until after we were bathed together by Miss. Honestly, going to the bathroom in front of other people is not easy; but I’m getting used to it in the mornings at least.

Miss gave us our boxes while she was eating breakfast today, each contained a big purple permanent marker pen. Both of us were quite confused until she explained. “Body writing day, sluts. You’re first going to label yourselves with something that you’ll keep all month. Then you’re going to write something on each other, and then I’ll write something on you both. So boy, climb up on the table so I can see what you write”.

I was very glad she went to him first because I really had no clue what to write. I mean, he obviously didn’t either, and climbed up onto the table and sat there confused. I was too distracted thinking to watch, but when my turn came I got a look as he climbed down; “Miss’ toy” scrawled messily on one thigh. I must admit to feeling a bit superior as I climbed up, certain my idea was better. But that was soon overtaken by the sheer feeling of exposure I felt sitting there in front of Miss with my legs spread. It was as though I was going to be her dessert. Read more »

Free Use Family, Part 3

By Rodney Robertsen

It was clear to me that Alyce just wasn’t that into me. I tried to give her a kiss in the theater, and she turned her face away from me, causing me to just peck her on the cheek, and then withdraw back to my seat, embarrassed and frustrated. It had been a horrible first date, awkward, stiff, with no middle or common ground emerging from our faltering words, and then when the movie started, she sat leaning the other way from me, on the far side of the seat. I was castigating myself for asking her out in the first place; she was a cute young lady that I had seen a few times at the local coffee shop, and earlier today, on what was until then a fine Saturday morning, I had bravely asked her to a movie. Alyce was a skinny blonde, all elbows and nipples, with freckles and an odd set in her brows, but overall cute, and I had had high hopes.

Hopes that were profoundly disappointed, I realized, as I pulled out of her driveway after dropping her off. I didn’t even try to kiss her good night. It was just a complete cluster fuck of a date. Read more »

From a Novel In Progress, Halstead In Church

Halstead remembered being in a Presbyterian church as a non-voting Youth Caucus observer. He sat in a balcony with the other delegates, gazing down at the Redstone Presbytery’s arcane political shenanigans. These took place in the sanctuary of a large regional chuch, with ministers sitting in the pews normally occupied by their parishioners. A congregation of crows, some in dog collars, most in black suits with black shirts and black ties, their faces serious, their business worldly. What bills to pay, which to defray, and how best to raise money were their concerns. Each group had driven hours, miles to get there.

Observers had to climb to the balcony. Halstead had taken a front pew while the others chose back ones, the better to play tic-tac-toe or thumb wrestle, to chit-chat and otherwise find ways to pass the mind-numbing time.

Beside Halstead, the only other person at the balcony’s front, sat a young woman with classical features. She was, in profile, stunning, as if a painting of the madonna sans child had materialized. Halstead amused himself by imagining her to be the Virgin Mary, slumming. Her limpid gaze, root-beer brown, watched the proceedings with detached amusement. This was the first trait that drew Halstead’s attention other than her continental profile. Read more »

Parasites In Tahiti

The werm has her lay down on his beach chair while he gets his associates and the two breeders he made. The chair was in fact made of werms, and tentacles creeped under the hooded figure’s cloak and dissolved, exposing her unusual body to everybody on the beach. Many fine tendrils stroke her rising cock up and down her shaft gently, applying enough pressure to agitate her but not give release. Blood rushed to her face from arousal and embarrassment as the chair violated her in broad daylight. More tentacles squeezed her calves against her thighs, as the splayed her open, exposing her moistened slit and anus. Her arms were pulled above her head, firm breasts, and her face. She moaned involuntarily before a thick knobbed tentacle forced its way into her mouth, pumping sweet nectar into her stomach as it thrust rhythmically down her throat, swelling her belly. Many fine tendrils wrapped tightly around her breasts, pulling them out before relaxing and starting the cycle anew, milking her breasts. A large knot of hormones made its way past her jaws before expoding into her stomach, and immediately her chest began to burgeon, digging deep into the tentacles restraining her. Milk welled up and spurted as her breasts continued to grow and be mauled. 3 cup like tentacles latched themselves to her groin and slurped and sucked ravenously, bruising her pussy lips, swelling her cock, and turning her asshole into a puffy wet mess. The tentacles all calmed down and receded save for the one steadily pumping in and out of her throat, leaving her a twitching soppy mess. Her breasts were obscenely huge sacks lolling off of her body, nearly touching the sand as they hanged. Her cock was purple and swollen, leaking precum and twitching, slapping her stomach. Her asshole and pussy were a deep purple and winked hungrily, drooling out slime as she buckled in the chair, desperate to be released from her orgasmic purgatory. Read more »