Fun With A Cheating Barista [MF][Oral][Cheating][Str8]

My face was lit up with an infectious smile as I walked into the cafe near my work. The familiar jingle of the bells as I opened the door made me smirk. My eyes looked around the place scoping out a place to sit down after I place my order, but it wasn’t hard since the place was practically empty. I go stand in the queue with two other customers; a short petite blonde in her fitness outfit and an older gentleman in his business attire browsing his phone. My gaze fell on the barista behind the counter taking the orders. She wore the most beautiful smile I have ever seen on a human being.

Her hair was a soft brown, like the bark of an oak tree, not dark but simply gentle in any light. It was tied up in a messy bun letting him know she has had a busy day. When it was finally my turn she gave me a bright smile. Her green eyes gave me a quick look over, as mine did her. The few freckles that were sprinkled on her pale face gave her a cute look.

[FM] Becoming my Landlord’s Pet (Part Nineteen)

It was a cold friday morning, aside from the space heater trying it’s hardest to keep the cellar warm, the room was otherwise desolate. Two cupboards were long ago installed on one of the walls, and Michelle took to storing her tools for the weekend out of sight of my curious, concerned eyes. The two windows were at ground level from the outside, long ago painted over, allowing little natural light into my weekend suite. I guessed they were on the driveway side of the house, but I had no way of knowing. A metal pole was cemented into the middle of the room; a customary staple of any basement. A few overhead lights were devoid of any shade or fixture, a simple pull string swung in a circular motion when Michelle turned the nearest one on before starting on my bondage. The floor was grey, recently painted it appeared, and housed a small drain in the middle of the room. Other than a great many metal eyelets drilled into the cement walls and wooden beams in various spots, there was nothing else to observe for now.

A Jerk Told Me He’d Fuck Me And For Some Reason I Let Him! [TM]

So a couple weeks ago this pretty hot guy matched with me on Tinder. He said he was 6′5 Black, clean shaven and clean haircut, super ripped in his shirtless pics and he was 26. So yes, he was the type of guy I totally fall for physically but texting with him back and forth for a little bit I realized, he was like an ass.

He would text me things like

“Hit me up with some nudes cause I got loads to compare ya with before I decide to fuck u or nah”

Like that wasn’t cool with me. I’m open to sex and relatively early sex with new people, but you still have to be respectfully about how you court me you know? So I told him in your dreams and to fuck off before he responded with this.

“It all rites shawty. You’ll let me fuck you soon. It gonna happen.”

Bleh.. What a prick. So I blocked him and tried to forget about him

Post Move [MF]

We had just moved and hadn’t had sex in 2-3 weeks. It started like most other times, with some light foreplay. I was going down on my wife and eating her out, pretty standard, when I decided I wanted to make this fuck memorable. I pulled her up and put her on all fours, ready to fuck her doggystyle. I proceeded to pound her pussy. I knew I wouldn’t last long, courtesy of the long hiatus because of the move. After about 2 minutes of frantic fucking, I pulled out and came on her ass and the small of her back. Normally, she would have accepted the fact that I came and was finished and we would have gone to bed, but I wanted to show her how much I’d missed our regular fuck sessions. So I moved to the other side and put my dick right in her face and said “get me hard again”. She seemed taken aback, but also intrigued. She sucked my cum and her juices off my dick, lapping at it as though she had been helplessly craving it for the past two weeks and got me hard again after a minute or two. She had always been an amazing cocksucker and it was difficult to pull away, but I went back to her ass and got ready to start fucking her again. I entered and started slow. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled back, then with my other hand, I scooped up the cum that had not slid off her back onto the bed and I shoved my cumcoated fingers into her mouth. She instinctively started sucking the cum off my fingers. After she had devoured the cum from my fingers, I slowly started exploring her ass with those same, now soaking wet fingers, still fucking her at a slow pace this whole time. Still with a handful of her hair balled up in my fist, I harshly whispered in her ear “you may only rub your clit while I have a finger in your ass, if you do it any other time, I will punish you”. She has never been entirely comfortable with ass play, but I was feeling dominant, and I didn’t want to let up. She decided to immediately test me and started rubbing her clit, so I pulled back on her hair more and quickly moved my other hand to her ass and SMACK!, I left a hand print on her ass any porn star would have been proud of. She whimpered “I’m sorry” and asked me to put a finger in her ass so she could cum. I told her, “you cum when I say you cum”. I fucked her pussy from behind until she quietly begged for a finger again a couple minutes later. I pulled my now soaking wet dick out and buried my face in her ass, licking like a mad dog. I moved down to her pussy and put a finger in her ass. She quickly started rubbing her clit, while I ate her pussy and fingered her ass. I could tell she was close to cumming, so I took my finger out of her ass and positioned myself for the final rough fuck I had hoped for and now had her silently begging for. Before I pulled out, I had been going at a slow steady pace, but now sensing that she was ready to cum and I was building up for my second load, I started fucking her like a high schooler, constantly going balls deep and pulling my 7 inches all the way out before burying my dick balls deep again. This time, I shoved 2 fingers back in her ass and I heard her gasp in ecstasy as she began rubbing her clit again, for the final time tonite, I had decided. She pleaded in exhausted breaths for me not to stop so I continued pounding her until she came with explosive force. “OH MY FUCKING GOD” she screamed as she and I both came at the same time and finally collapsed onto the bed, drained from the fuck session unlike anything we’ve had since before we had our kids. What a fucking night…..

[mf][f][oral][mast] Sucky Vacation 8

Sorry this has taken so long. I hit a gnarly deadline and had to finish a book. ;-/

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*Cotton Nightie*

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Chapter 8
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When Jeff, Shawna, and Shelly rejoined the group back at the theme park, Amy shot Jeff a head-shaking smile. Shelly danced around between Jeff and Shawna, swinging their joined hands as she skipped along. Shawna seemed equally happy with a beaming, satisfied smile lit her up from the inside.

“Seriously? Both of them?” Amy whispered as she leaned in, not quite letting go of Neal’s hand. “How does that even *work*?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jeff smirked in reply. “I was a perfect gentleman.”

“Fine!” Amy rolled her eyes and laughed. “Be that way. I’ll just ask Shelly.”

The Manipulative Assistant [lactation] [cheating] [office sex]

The Manipulative Assistant

Out of all the jobs I imagined working, I never expected to be an accountant/ financing manager in a banking company. It wasn’t 5 years ago that I was a strong athlete as a football quarterback in university choosing a simple business degree as a major that way I could focus on my athletics and maybe get drafted in the NFL. I was a top tier prospect with many teams interested. It wasn’t until the last game of the year playing for my small town university in Amarillo when I got clocked with a head shot by a nearly 400 pound defensive back by the opposing team knocking me out cold and giving me a horrendous concussion permanently ending my career when I realized, I would have to join the workforce.

Rush Part Three [M/F] [BDSM] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism]

The open room was now packed as the clock almost struck midnight. Engaged murmurs, soft moans and pleasured groans were like music to your ears as the lucky participants sought that exhilarating euphoria they’ve been lusting after the entire night. Soft Moroccan instrumentals played in the background; somewhat quiet compared to all the commotion going on around us, but adding to the sophisticated perversion enclosed within the dark tufted leather walls.

Foregoing style for comfort, I ditched most of the outfit and instead wrapped myself in one of the softest white silk robes I’ll probably ever wear. The robes were given to all accepted member and were a highly coveted item amongst the majority of the club-goers. My fingers fiddled with the soft silk embroidered “R” just over my barely clothed breast; an uneasy sigh slipping from my mouth as we watched a short and lanky man chained tight to a wooden rack. Fiery red hair and black barbells through his dusty pink nipples, the choice of pleasure this evening was a wand of shocking purple fluorescent light held onto by a stocky male with a gravity defying neon green mohawk. My eyes traveled down to see a spiked silver cock ring that denied him the release he so desperately needed.

Rush Part Three [M/F] [BDSM] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism]

The open room was now packed as the clock almost struck midnight. Engaged murmurs, soft moans and pleasured groans were like music to your ears as the lucky participants sought that exhilarating euphoria they’ve been lusting after the entire night. Soft Moroccan instrumentals played in the background; somewhat quiet compared to all the commotion going on around us, but adding to the sophisticated perversion enclosed within the dark tufted leather walls.

Foregoing style for comfort, I ditched most of the outfit and instead wrapped myself in one of the softest white silk robes I’ll probably ever wear. The robes were given to all accepted member and were a highly coveted item amongst the majority of the club-goers. My fingers fiddled with the soft silk embroidered “R” just over my barely clothed breast; an uneasy sigh slipping from my mouth as we watched a short and lanky man chained tight to a wooden rack. Fiery red hair and black barbells through his dusty pink nipples, the choice of pleasure this evening was a wand of shocking purple fluorescent light held onto by a stocky male with a gravity defying neon green mohawk. My eyes traveled down to see a spiked silver cock ring that denied him the release he so desperately needed.

The Coed [MF] [public] [kink]

I moved out of my house in late May, 2007. I was just separated then, looking for some action. I hadn’t had decent sex for some 7 years. Sure, a few quickies, a few bj’s here and there, but after the baby, my wife just wasn’t interested in anything that took time, or that wasn’t ‘vanilla’. Our sex life early on wasn’t like that. Seems like every guy I know that was married with a baby had the same problem. That wasn’t at all why I got separated, then divorced, but it was an issue.