I opened the door to his apartment, he said he’d wait for me per usual. The night out with friends was fun but the raging idea I was coming home to a throbbing dick made me come home sooner so I hopped in a cab and in no more than 10 minutes I was climbing up the stairs to the second story. The door was unlocked as he said it would be but the bedroom light was on and I was confused. Didn’t even bother taking my heels of, just dumped my small bag on the first chair I found and walked into the bedroom.
And what a fun sight it was. Him, laying on the bed, drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other, butt naked, with a pretty little ass between his legs downing on his 9 inch rock hard cock. I was stunned. We talked about threesomes not long ago but I didn’t think he’d actually do it, yet alone find another girl in such short notice. And what a girl it was, long brown hair, impeccable skin and gifted in the area where I was lacking, the booty.
Tag: Fisting
I (23 F) wasn’t as classy as I’d hoped on my first date with my boyfriend (25 M) [FM]
“Are you gonna kiss me?” she murmured, fist to chin, the hum of his guitar recording playing against her ear. He moved his phone away. She played the last three chords over in her mind two times, three times, eyes grazing his mouth.
He hesitated, watched her lips.
“Do you want me to?”
She tasted the word “yes”, watched his cheeks flush pink. He leaned in slowly, cautiously, closed his eyes. His mouth tasted like beer and something sweeter, animal. She sunk against his armpit and his forearm wrapped around her back. He kissed her like she’d hoped he would.
She moved away, giggling, breathless. First dates aren’t for getting drunk on his breath. She tucked a lick of hair behind her ear and sipped red wine, watching his eyes.
“You gonna kill me tonight or?” She blinked very seriously, resisting a smirk. He lifted one corner of his mouth, his brows, gave a small nod.
“Might do.”
“Might let you,” she laughed. He caught her fingers between his.
Cuckold’s Wife’s Rough Football Party – Part 1 [mmf] [cuckold] [hotwife]
Originally posted by Andrew Powell at https://samanthasummersinstitute.org/community/forced-bi-cuckolding/real-cuckold-stories/
Cuckold’s Wife’s Rough Football Party – Part 1
After being roughly introduced to Barbara’s Bull “James” I knew things were never going to be the same with my wife. Barbara was a hotwife with legs that went on for days and at 5’10’ and 125 lbs many men could only dream about those legs wrapped around them as they fucked the shit out of her. Of course most men’s dreams came to reality as my wife could never be satisfied by me and my 3.5” pathetic cock. Barbara had told me she had enjoyed receiving oral sex from me in the past but that just wasn’t good enough to satisfy her hot pussy any longer. Of course the real issue was that she never wanted to have sex with me again because whenever I attempted to penetrate her I just kept falling out of her with each stroke and that was just too frustrating for her sexually and pissed her off. That frustrating anger was now about to be translating into a different type of cuckolding experience for me.
Loosing my mind at the gloryhole – Part 12 – [Futa+F][First Person][Extra large cock][gloryhole][anal]
*This started out as roleplay sparked by a prompt on* r/futarp *but along the way developed into a full blown story which I would like to share here.*
*It features futa+female and very large cock, but it touches on a lot of other kinks and gets very graphic. Be warned.*
*The characters were not given any names because of the anonymous nature of the gloryhole so the different points of view, both in first person, will simply be indicated by “Her” the futa and originator of the idea and “Me”, which is kind of self-explanatory.*
***Her Chapter 12: (missing)***
***Me:***
In the hormonal blast furnace that my neural network has become, thousands of new neuron connections are forged linking motivation and reward as my body undergoes reinforced learning of what the word ‘deeper’ means.
My brain is fully preoccupied with this process, which is why there is no capacity left to wonder how it is possible for the half flaccid cock to move deeper and deeper, millimeter by millimeter with each thrust, seeking its path through my bowels.
[M]y Old College [F]uckbuddy
So this happened last week.
So back in my college days, I had a side girl. Not to put too fine a point on it, but she was dating a guy I knew, but banging me on the regular whenever I’d visit (they were long distance as well). Complete freak, gorgeous body, etc. This went on for 6-7 years, until he moved down there, and she cut contact with me. (so it goes).
It’s been 4-5 years since then, and I’d more or less stopped thinking about her. I got a new job, and got sent down to her city for training. Never changed my number, and apparently she found out via mutual friends on FB. Texts me out of the blue (last I understood, she had blocked me entirely).
She wanted to meet up. Catch up, and whatnot. I was remembering how much she pissed me off at the end(she didn’t do me the courtesy of telling me to fuck off/goodbye, but ghosted me after six years). I tell her that I used to care for her a lot, but I don’t care anymore. Kind of made me angry, to be honest. I told her that my only interest in her was physical now. And that if she wanted that, she could come by my hotel room after work. I figured that she’d tell me to fuck off, etc.
My boyfriend fucked me like a dirty slut and I enjoyed it. [MF] [Slut] [Dom] [OC]
My name is Jessie, I am 25 years old and I work as a bank accountant in a bank in the southwest of US. I originally come from Texas, but I lived my whole life in Arizona.
I am with my boyfriend for half a year now. He is a great guy; he respects me and loves me. He is also so good in bed, and we always had good sex.
Lately, anyway, I felt unsatisfied; I was horny all the time and always wanted more. Despite he was so good, he could not give me what I wanted, but I knew we could handle this situation.
I would wake up in the morning, “Oh John! Aaaah! Yeah, fuck me harder,” screaming and moaning loudly. “Yes, I can take you. I can take your big dick in my juicy cunt,” imagining him fucking me so hard like we never fucked before.
We had a sincere conversation about that yesterday. “Baby, don’t you wanna play today?” I said with a seductive tone. “What do you mean by that? We just had a hard fuck yesterday!” he replied rather surprised.
Date Night [MFM] (Bi) (First time) (Questioning Sexuality) (Hotwife) Pt. 3
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You lean into me, raining kisses over my face and murmuring about how incredibly turned on you are. “Would you like to suck him with me?” I whisper, searching your eyes for an answer. You freeze, but your cock twitches and you stiffen further. I stroke you gently a few times before realizing I might actually be making it harder to think. A barely perceptible nod is all the yes I get before Nick puts a strong hand on the back of your neck and draws you downward. I grab the base of his shaft and slowly lick the underside of the head, shyly aware of the slickness my gagging has coated him in. I pause with my mouth slightly open and him resting on my tongue in an invitation for you to kiss me with Nick between our lips.
You cautiously lean in and take the rest of the head of his penis into your mouth, our lips meeting around it. A satisfied groan escapes from Nick and he flops back on the couch, arms tucked behind his head so he can enjoy the view of us sharing him. I feel your tongue meet mine and dart away repeatedly as you begin exploring the sensation of another man’s cock in your mouth.
[F] A day at the office
It’s a long day at the lab. One of the days that just keeps dragging on, feeling like it will take a week for it to end. And it’s a damn Wednesday. Point in the week when all the relaxation is furthest away. Ugh.
Anyway, it was around 2 in the afternoon and Maria was texting Jamie. It was few months since they started dating and having her fun half away on vacation wasn’t that fun for her. They were talking about the trip, the weather and the usual bull. She told him about her work, carefully answering the questions and amazed that Jamie was actually interested. She loved her work but she also knew it would bore anyone not in her field out of their mind. But not Jamie. Jamie was working as a paralegal in a mid sized lawyer office, but could still show genuine interest in her profession.
M: “Yes, so that’s basically the procedure. We now have to wait for twenty-four hours and cells are going to be ready tomorrow at 8:30. Honestly, this is the first time I’m doing this and I really hope I haven’t fucked something up otherwise I’ll have to repeat the whole two-day process again.”
Sarah’s secret [bdsm] [cnc]
Sarah had a dirty little secret. She never told anyone about it and would be mortified if the secret ever got out. She had a job, an apartment, and couldn’t afford that. She couldn’t help but obsess about her secret, daydream and think all day long. Long meetings were the worst, her mind wandering and thinking. Her body would become flushed and her clit would throb and she’d find herself growing wetter the longer the meeting happened.
She was very nervous around men. She felt a dichotomy of emotions around them. She felt small, powerless, helpless. She felt fear, and arousal. She liked that she felt this way, and couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if one were to grab her one day and bend her over the conference room table. She felt jealous when other women complained of being catcalled. She’d love the attention – but she was always described as homely. Petite, with long hair and a slim build left her active and fit but disappointed when men turned their attentions from her body to a buxom woman spilling out of the front of her shirt.
Sarah’s secret [bdsm] [cnc]
Sarah had a dirty little secret. She never told anyone about it and would be mortified if the secret ever got out. She had a job, an apartment, and couldn’t afford that. She couldn’t help but obsess about her secret, daydream and think all day long. Long meetings were the worst, her mind wandering and thinking. Her body would become flushed and her clit would throb and she’d find herself growing wetter the longer the meeting happened.
She was very nervous around men. She felt a dichotomy of emotions around them. She felt small, powerless, helpless. She felt fear, and arousal. She liked that she felt this way, and couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if one were to grab her one day and bend her over the conference room table. She felt jealous when other women complained of being catcalled. She’d love the attention – but she was always described as homely. Petite, with long hair and a slim build left her active and fit but disappointed when men turned their attentions from her body to a buxom woman spilling out of the front of her shirt.