Fisting Archives — Page 376 of 449 — NSFW story

Brimstone Series Book 2 Episode 9: It Happens

**Christopher**

‘I’ll stand there as you two exchange your vows, but I’m not giving a speech,’ I muttered, crossing my arms as I stood in the office that hosted dozens of pictures of a certain curvy brunette. It was the Thursday before his wedding, and Luke has finally convinced me to be his best man, an honor I realistically didn’t want.

Weddings weren’t my thing.

‘On the same page with you there. I wouldn’t want the guests to fall asleep,’ he grinned.

‘Fuck off.’

He ignored my malevolence. ‘Jill agreed to give a speech, and we’ll see if Steve and Jake will be sober enough to say a few words as well. You just have to stand there and look pretty . . . actually just standing there is fine.’

‘Of course. Wouldn’t want to show up the pretty groom,’ I grumbled, turning to leave. Before I could clear the doorway, a red headed goddess emerged to block my path.

‘Stacey,’ I whispered abruptly, my breath catching at the top of my throat and my eyes instinctively zeroing in on the ample cleavage from her black *see-through* blouse. Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 9: It Happens

**Christopher**

‘I’ll stand there as you two exchange your vows, but I’m not giving a speech,’ I muttered, crossing my arms as I stood in the office that hosted dozens of pictures of a certain curvy brunette. It was the Thursday before his wedding, and Luke has finally convinced me to be his best man, an honor I realistically didn’t want.

Weddings weren’t my thing.

‘On the same page with you there. I wouldn’t want the guests to fall asleep,’ he grinned.

‘Fuck off.’

He ignored my malevolence. ‘Jill agreed to give a speech, and we’ll see if Steve and Jake will be sober enough to say a few words as well. You just have to stand there and look pretty . . . actually just standing there is fine.’

‘Of course. Wouldn’t want to show up the pretty groom,’ I grumbled, turning to leave. Before I could clear the doorway, a red headed goddess emerged to block my path.

‘Stacey,’ I whispered abruptly, my breath catching at the top of my throat and my eyes instinctively zeroing in on the ample cleavage from her black *see-through* blouse. Read more »

[MF] we let our friend control her vib

So, we had another fun series of events during our last trip and I thought I’d start detailing them. For this first one, I thought we’d talk about how we let a friend of ours control her remote controlled vib, made her cum a few times, then we filmed us fucking for her.

For those who don’t know us, let me do a quick recap. Her, 24, British, and I’d describe her body but it’ll be easier (and more fun) to look at our posts. Me, make, 29, American, and there’s a few of me in there as well.

So we have a friend of ours, let’s call her J, we’ve been showing off for her for quite some time. One of these days we’ll drive through her area and see if she wants to join us. But until then, we’ve had to settle for teasing and talking about her controlling the remote controlled vib. Finally we decided to do it during this trip. So I tell her what app to install, and on the night we want to play, I send her a naked pic of the Brit and ask if she’s ready. She responds very very affirmatively. Read more »

My high school biology teacher pt1. First time giving head..[FM]

Lurked for a while but came here to post this experience, the first of many experiences I had during a long summer sleeping with my ex biology teacher. Embellished slightly for artistic license but all actions, events and conversations are real. I’ll get right to it…

I wanted him pretty much from the moment I reached puberty. He was my fantasy then, and even now I have a thing for intellectual, authoritative men. He was also funny and gentle, a firm favourite among all the girls in my girls only high school. He first taught me for biology when I was 14, lets call him Mr B.

Over the years being taught by him I developed a deep infatuation that reached its peak when I was 16-18 years old and attending the 6th form college that joined onto my high school. Occasionally I would learn a little about his private life, he had been married once but was divorced, he had no children, he never told me how old he was but he always seemed very young to me- late thirties early forties at a push. The more I glimpsed into his life outside school, the more I fantasied about being with him. Read more »

Stretch me (the stranger at the bar)

I stepped into the shower, tentatively tested the water, it was warm and soft. I eased myself into its warmth, slowly adjusting as the water warmed my body, acclimatised. I turn around, feeling my whole body relax as the jets caress my shoulders and back. I throw my head back so the water hits straight onto my face and I feel it gush down my cheeks and probe around my mouth. I close my eyes and strain towards the source, opening my mouth and inviting it in. A wave of ecstasy washes through my body, the tingle starts in my chest then rapidly moves down, my abs tense, a quiver takes me over as it kisses my clit, then the wave fades and abates towards my toes.

Coming round, I grab the shampoo and generously lather my bobbed hair, massaging my head as I run my fingers through the delightful tickle of my undercut. I wash it off vigorously, with the suds running down my face that I wipe away with the back of my hand imagining it’s the hand of a man powerfully caressing me.
I hear the door to the hotel room, he’s here. I knew he would come. I continue to clean myself as he steps into the bathroom, standing silently by the side of the bath, he watches me as I soap myself. My body is tense with excitement and fear, I maintain a pretence of oblivion to his presence, waiting for his move. Read more »

The ultimate trust

I had been talking to him for a long time. Years infact. He always supported me, pushed me to achieve my goals, allowed me to rant and scream with no come back. Slowly slowly building trust. I spoke to him one day then weeks later I was to meet him. It had been a tumultuous week and I was not looking my best, ripped jeans and a dinosaur t-shirt. He offered me a bath, gave me tea and a razor and I gladly accepted. Bathing with the door open, allowing the warmth of the water to was the stress of the week away. He knew me, understood me, knew my carnal desires, me easiness and openness that I did not see sex as something sacred but as something wonderful and to be given freely.

As I was lying there a shadow darkened the door and suddenly he was beside me, fully dressed, just standing quietly.

“Hello” I said, looking up at him and raising myself from the water exposing my chest.

“Is there something you want?” Read more »

Office Wank [MF] [MASTURBATION]

Office Wank [MF] [Masturbation]

I work for a large health insurance company in a Midwestern town. Nearly a quarter of the people in my small town work here in some capacity. Eight hours a day I answer phones in a call center the size of a kids soccer field and in the cubicle to the right of mine works Pam. Pam is of ‘soccer mom’ age but her kids are all grown and moved out. She was a single mom at 16, was pregnant again at 18 and if you ask her about it she’ll tell you she has no regrets. She feels a certain freedom at 38 that most mothers don’t.

Pam and I have been chatting between cubicles for three years. She’s been a good friend to me even if our friendship has never left the office. I assumed she has her own friends. I just turned thirty and I still felt quite young around her.

I recently broke up with my girlfriend of 3 years and I’ve been having a very difficult time. Pam has gone out of her way to cheer me up. Because we’ve got headphones on all day we use WhatsApp to chat on our phones basically all day. Read more »

Drunk Bus [FFM] [ANAL] [ORAL] [WS] [DRUGS]

Drunk Bus [FFM] [ANAL] [ORAL] [WS] [PEE] [THREESOME] [DRUGS]

This summer I took great advantage of the bus that ran all night ferrying partiers from one strip of bars to the next and back again. I would begin my night at the pub near my house, chatting up Viv, the ever cordial bartendress and when my legs felt light I’d catch the drunk bus across town to where the action was.

11 at night is still slow for Kent island. The bars and dance clubs stay open till 3 or 4 in the morning. The old folks are usually gone home early but the young are up all night smoking weed and rolling on ecstasy and whatever else they get hold of. It’s quite a show and I confess I don’t go to dance or pick up women, I just can’t sleep.

One evening I’m at Dylan’s Beach Club having a cigarette sitting at a table in the sand that surrounds the covered dance floor. It’s late, I’m not sure what time but these two young ladies have been dancing and making out right in front of the speakers for probably two hours without rest, or water. I’d say they were dance floor lesbians. The type of girls that like to make out with other girls when they’re drunk or high but go home to fuck their boyfriends. Read more »

The IT Guy Who Services Pussy [mF][pros.][oral](x-post)

I pulled up in front of the modest two story stucco home in an arid suburb south of Scottsdale’s city core and rechecked the given address before putting the car in park. Dressed inconspicuously in my Geek Squad type uniform of a navy blue polo shirt, khakis, and topsiders, and with my IT service bag in hand, I stepped out of my car into the blazing Arizona heat. I walked up a meandering pathway through a rock and cactus garden to the front door and rang the doorbell. I’ve never met Mrs. Pelley. Lord, I hope she’s fuckable.

The lock snapped open and a woman of average height who looked to be in her early 40’s opened the door. She had caramel brown hair with honey blonde highlights that framed her heart shaped face. Sultry green eyes, a pouty lower lip, dressed in a white tank top, pink sweat pants and bejeweled flip flops; yeah she was fuckable. She was curvy but toned with big boobs and a Botoxed face. Most of my clients have the same attributes as though having a Botox is a requirement to be a member of the same country club as their friend and my pimp, Suzanne Murphy. Read more »