Tag: Fisting

[MF] The first time I fisted a girl

A while back I had just gotten out of a relationship so I was looking to just have fun and was on Okcupid. I met a girl who wanted the same. We met at a local cafe to feel each other out. We talked a bit and she asked if I wanted to go to her place and I agreed. The place was in walking distance to her place so she got in my car and we drove there, I was nervous but excited.

We get to her apartment and we have a drink and talk a little more, she sits beside me and we lock eyes. My hand reaches out for hers and I pull her closer to me and give her a kiss. Our tongues dance slowly at first but they get more hungry as time goes by. My hand grabbed a breast, they were bigger than they looked in the short she wore, I can feel her bra. One of her hands wrapped around my neck while the other went for my chest. I got sick of feeling her bra so I told her “this thing has to come off” and I reached around and took it off. She took off her shirt and her breasts were definitely bigger than I thought, they were a nice D cup with beautiful nipples. Read more »

Plump lil Shannon [MF, oral, straight]

Shannon was a hot-blooded one. She wasn’t much over 5’4” and didn’t fit into the petite category. She was more in with the chubby crowd, but her tits. Fucking awesome. I’d guess double-D or even E cup. They hung from her chest just so and swayed to and fro as she moved. Her ass had a nice shape too, round and firm. She loved to show it off by wearing stretch pants without panties. Her chocolate-redish hair swirled down past her shoulders and framed her round face. She loved to wear red fuck-me lipstick to accentuate her full puffy lips. She was a confident, take no shit, sexually liberated woman. Who loved to fuck.

The first night we hooked up, I had been out to a bar with some coworkers and she was there with some friends. You couldn’t help noticing her in a crowd. She was wearing a wine colored velvet jacket that buttoned at her waist and couldn’t contain her rack. Her cleavage wasn’t spilling out everywhere, though. She had her boobs contained in a black bralette that displayed them softly covered in lace. Teasing yet classy. I know she caught me staring at her many times. Read more »

[M]y Wi[F]e Lucy and I [F]uck Our Redheaded Sex Slave.

Hi back again with other story for you guys, since my last story Lucy has been practising her blowjob skills on me almost daily. A hell of a change from 6 months ago when I would be lucky to get one once a year. Her and Siobhan have also become quite close, texting, chatting non stop and even meeting for coffee last week. During one of these conversations Siobhan confessed that one of her fantasy was to be used and abused as a sex slave, Lucy loved the idea and asked me what I thought of it. I jumped at the idea and told her to organise it for next time we are all free and the kids are gone. Read more »

Wife Sue Fucked like a pig by 7 blackguys at home & all streamed live all over the net to expose her! [gb’mmmmf’anal’dp’milf’gape] [str8]

I thought I would tell you of what I have got myself in to as I still cannot believe it myself! My name’s Sue & work at a printers factory in Derby’ Have been marred for many years with not that much exciting happening along the way as it were! I thought our sex life was ok but that it & me thinking his Cock was an ok size of around 5 inch’s & sex lasting around 5mins being the norm’ The only excitement I get is knowing the lads at work like to get a look at my arse when I am bending over the table to cut the prints to size & I know one even takes pics on his phone thinking I have know idea but this really turns me on’ I must admit I do have a very nice tight ass so do play up to them a bit’ I’m in my late 40’s but still do have a slim fit body. Anyway that all changed around six months ago for the better to ‘simply’ put it’. Read more »

Facefuck Observations [MF][Oral]

**One**

Before we begin she is neat and composed, her hair tied back, her makeup immaculate. She smiles. She is pretty and pleasant. Afterwards her face is streaked with eyeliner and tears and come. Spit veils her chin. Her hair is in disarray, eyes wide and bright from crying. These changes, to me, are beautiful.

**Two**

I can feel when she takes me into her throat. There is a moment of resistance, and then I slip down further into that enclosing tightness. I can feel the smooth, pulsing muscle of her throat gripping me. I can feel the way that, even then, she tries to take me deeper.

**Three**

Using her throat produces a thicker spit than just her mouth. While her saliva is wet and thin as water, this other spit is gooey, clinging, tinged with whiteness. It is abundant. The texture reminds me of the wetness I find inside her cunt.

**Four**

Just before she chokes her throat tightens up, spasms closed. I can feel this. Feel it clutching and trying to force me out – the fluttering, muscular grip of it. Sometimes she is able to control it, fight it back, keep me where I am. Sometimes not. Read more »

She had a surprise planned for me. [FFM]

I’ve been a LONG time reader of this sub, but have never posted, but shit, I have to write this down while it’s still fresh – hottest fucking night of my life.

There’s a woman, we’ll call her Jen. She and i have been on again off again for years. (it’s actually a very *real* love story with hurt and timing problems a betrayals and desire and love over many years, maybe that’s for a different sub :) ) We’re finally both free and agreed to meet for a date. Let me just say, fuck is she sexy. She’s 5’6″, C-cup breasts, flat stomach that she loves to show and an ass that just pops..mmm…long black straight hair and these huge eyes that angle up. Fucking sexy. (I read these stories all the time and the guys always describe themselves too and I never really care, so, let’s leave it at “i’m a guy”)

We hadn’t seen each other for awhile, we both have super busy lives with kids and such, so we made a date night for last Thursday night. Read more »

Lazy morning [MF, pett, oral, piv, rom, ds]

I crawl up to you as you lay in bed, rubbing my hand up your leg to your knee, then licking my tongue up your thigh and over your hip bone. Continuing my licks across your waist as I catch your eye through my hair hanging over my face. Teasingly kissing your lap before licking down your other leg, then looping back up. I blow on the damp trail to turn your skin to goose flesh.

Supporting myself on one hand, using the other to make long strokes with my fingertips up your thigh as I watch you gasp and sigh under my touch. Then, sliding my body further up the bed, the hair from my chest tickling your tummy as I planted butterfly kisses around the tops of your breasts, between them, then underneath, over your rib cage.

Breaking my gaze, my eyes following your curves as I slid my hand up your side, trying not to tickle you as I rubbed up your arm, placing it a over your head, then switching arms as I repeated with your other arm, placing your wrists together, nibbling on your neck before pressing my lips to yours, puckering then opening to meet your open mouthed kiss, our lips synchronizing in long passionate embraces, my tongue swirling over yours as my tongue ring clicks against my teeth. Read more »

Free use fic taster: jumps straight in mid point so please skim over context at least ;) #bimbofication #freeuselaws #patriarchy #misogyny #watersports #mindblank (all characters envisioned as over 18)) (obviously!))

context:
After the introduction of the freeuse laws, Rachel is worried by the disappearance of her best friend and the city’s best lawyer, Amanda. Perhaps a little too hastily, the girl begins to search for her but is shocked to wake up stripped of her clothes, and dignity. Her bare body is shackled tightly to a chair and a bleach blond bimbo with enormous tits and a face full of plastic mewls in front of her. Amanda? No, Amand a doesn’t exist anymore, only a perfectly compliant, obediant slut, and everyone in the freeuse city knows that good girls make more good girls ;)
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“You can’t do this to me! You bastards!”, rachel yelled, her eyes ablaze. The shock seemed to sink it’s way down into her body, wracking the girl with a million tremors.

Quivering, she dared once more to glance at the kneeling stranger.

“Amanda?!”, Rachel tried one last time but the blond bimbo didn’t seem to hear. Read more »

A friend from out of Town [MF] [BDSM]

The jingle of the door opening brought Rhea from the back of her store, carrying the dress she was in the middle of sewing back up. Her eyes down at the line of needlework, she yells “Be with you in just a second.”

“Oh, no worries,” a familiar voice has Rhea looking up at her new customer. Bright red hair spills over the gray suit, imposing even if he was barely average height.

Rhea gasps, putting the dress down. “Aaron, what are you doing here?”

The man reaches behind him, locking the door to the boutique. His eyes never leave the her’s, the steely gaze of a man about to do something unpleasant but necessary“Claire sent me down because of some….discrepancies. And I asked.”

She frowns, crossing her arms. Aaron walks around, closing curtains to the night outside.

“What do you mean, discrepancies? I’ve paid my dues, in money and info,” she says, not moving as he comes closer. She shivers when she smells him, his aftershave just a hint on the air, smelling of musk and gunpowder. Rhea watches his chest, not wanting to look him in the face. Read more »

A toy in the attic [MF] [Fsolo, rough, mc, ds, nosex, voy, sm]

It starts with a single gesture. A beckoning motion of my hand and you obediently follow me, holding the leash attached to your collar. Up the steps to the attic we walk, the wooden steps rough against your bare feet. The humid late summer air assaulting your bare flesh, causing stinging pinpricks of sweat to form over your body and trickle along your curves, dripping onto the slightly dusty floor boards.

My finger presses against your lips, silencing and stopping you as you enter the open space, moonlight pouring in through the sky light, illuminating the metal shackles anchored into the floor. Leaving your side, I walk over and begin to light two semi circles of pillar candles around the room, your eyes slowly adjusting to the soft, flickering light.

Turning to you with a slight nod and turn of my head, compelling you to walk into the circle and kneel, your forearms resting on your thighs, just as you are trained to do. I remove the leash and wrap it around my fist, as I examine your naked body, glistening with perspiration, from all sides. You arch your back, sticking your breasts and bottom out for me. You tilt your head back, eyes forward, exposing your neck, until you feel my gaze leaving your flesh. Read more »