Tag: Fisting

Multiple guys came in me at our office party! [FM]

Some of my coworkers used me as entertainment at an office event

I have fucked a few coworkers in general, they definitely know I’m the office slut. My new office is a little space in the back, perfect for covert fucking. I wear my best work-appropriate slut dress (easy to go commando, accentuates my ass and tits, and I can pull my tits out of the top for quick fucks) and it pays off almost immediately. I see a few people eyeing me up and I just say hi, hang out a while.

I mention that I’m going to my desk to get charge my phone while we’re hanging out in the main common spot (I don’t drink much at parties so I’m more ready for stuff like this lol)

One of the guys I’ve given blowjobs to asks if he can join me. I gesture for him to follow, leading him back to where my desk is. It’s right behind a wall on one side, still open but far enough away that you can duck behind the cubicle wall. I also have a decent amount of space and a large chaise thing against the window that I use when I can lol. Read more »

[FM] My GF was the babysitter women worry about — [Part 2]

Kaitlyn didn’t see Dr. Smith for another week and a half. She was grocery shopping for her parents when she saw him-he was knocking on a watermelon.

She was staring at him when he looked up and over at her probably not expecting to see the much younger girl that sucked him off just a week earlier in his car.  

Kaitlyn has smooth olive skin, and her hair was done up in a French braid that day. She wore a red tank top that clung to her upper body, making it clear how firm her stomach was and how perky her B cups were (they still are). She was also wearing a pair of tight black leggings. 

As the good doctor looked at Kaitlyn, she felt his eyes run down her thin, shapely legs and up again. His eyes returned to hers, and she held his gaze with a smile.

Kaitlyn waved and approached, his eyes never leaving her. The doctor forced himself to speak. 

“Ehrm,” he squeaked, “Hi, Kaitlyn. I, uh, didn’t expect to run into you here.” Read more »

my girlfriend and I love fucking away those lazy weekend mornings [M20s / F20s] [touching] [groping] [oral] [sex] [free use]

Saturday, he wakes up second. It’s early, she’s still in bed, laying next to him. She’s on her belly, face buried in her phone, tapping away on something. The light’s soft, gentle, as it filters in through the shade, splays out across her backside.

She’s wearing a brown top, tight and form-fitting, strings over her shoulders. It clings to her lithe frame. He strokes her back, rubs below her neck where her soft skin is bare, pets her head, her silken brown hair.

She moans softly, but makes no other response.

He works lower, rubbing between her shoulders, then tracing her spine. He loves her curves, the gentle crescent of her arched back, tapering down to her waist. His fingertips reach the bottom of the shirt, slip up under it. He rubs the small of her back beneath the taut fabric.

But this is just preamble. He scoots down the bed, and his hand follows, coming to one of his favorite parts of her. His fingertips arc up and over the round swell of her ass, made all the more prominent by her prone position on the bed. He runs circles on her lace briefs, following the twists and turns of the material as it clings to her, stretches around her ass. Read more »

The Paint Job [bbw] [femdom] [f4m] [male, age 20] [female, age 45]

“Dude, please! I need your help!”

It was Kevin. At least, that’s what we called him at the college. He had migrated over to the states from somewhere over in Europe, so Keveon was his actual name. But, being the lazy assholes we were, me and my other buddies had just kind of Americanized it.

“What’s up, man?” I asked groggily. What the hell time was it anyway?

“Sorry for calling you so early,” Kev said. “But I’m really in a bind here.”

“Wait, aren’t you supposed to be in Mexico?”

“Yeah, I’m here. In Cancun. It’s great, man!”

“Then, what’s the problem?”

“It’s my aunt! She found out I’m down here, and she’s coming for me man!”

“What? Why?!”

“Cuz I promised her I’d stay with her for a couple of weeks, help her out around the house while we’re on break from classes.”

“Awww, you ditched her, and she’s hunting you down like the T-1000, huh?”

“Dude!” Kevin sounded genuinely panicked. “You don’t know my aunt! She doesn’t take no for an answer.” Read more »

Sunday Afternoon [MF]

It’s 2 PM on Sunday, we’re being lazy watching movies and hanging out. Wearing sweats and my old tshirts. The movie is one we’ve seen a thousand times. I’m distracted by you. You’re so fucking sexy. Your scent makes me hard. While we’re spooning on the couch watching the movie, I’m running my finger tips up and down your spine. You move slight back into me telling me you like it. My hand slides to your side. Up and down I go with feather light touches.

As my hand slides towards the front of your body moving up and down your ribs. I feel you shake. You have goosebumps. My fingertips running just to the side of your breast on its way down to your hip bone, this time back up I spread my fingers wider so my pinky grazes your nipple. It’s so sensitive you let out a moan when it makes contact. On my way back down I make contact again. Your nipples is hard just from my light touches. This time on my way down I slide inside your sweats. My finger tips graze your bald pussy. You unintentionally move your hips for more contact. My fingers work their way back up and pinch your nipple this time. You arch your back and moan. I love playing with your hard nipples. This time I muzzle your ear and whisper into you ear “god you’re sexy!” Read more »

“Jesus wept! I think I am addicted to your cum” [MF]

Claire & I were like magnets! We were very different from one another, but from the time we met till I got together with my present girlfriend, at least one of us has been unable to keep our hands off each other.

We met on Hinge, 2-3 years ago! I have a thing for redheads – an obsession I haven’t been able to shake thanks to a psychotic nympho (not Claire) I met in my 23rd summer, travelling around Ireland – it sounds ludicrous but my young balls actually needed an icepack by the time she was done with me.

So anyway, my initial exchange with Claire was pretty dry! I was hooked to her gorgeous hair and long legs but she wasn’t much of a texter and we hadn’t built up any rapport before our date. I wasn’t expecting a lot as I made my way to this cocktail bar. Halfway through the date, I kissed her, and it was like flipping a switch. This girl became instantly horny! Read more »

I Received Some Spectacular Unexpected Love [MF]

The first day of Intro to Macroeconomics is not normally a notable day. But when Katherine chose the seat next to me, I took note. All I could think about that first day of class was “this girl is cute as fuck”.

And she definitely was. She was 5’4”, straight brown hair, and a body that was textbook former high school cheerleader. Small everything: boobs, butt, waist, you name it, hers was small. She was dressed cute too; she wasn’t the type to roll into class just wearing gym clothes (which is how the other person in this story would dress every day). She was in a flowy dress and stylish flats. When we spoke, her intelligence was readily apparent, and I quickly noted how driven she was. The first time I made her laugh I developed a crush on her fast enough to make Michael Scott blush

Even though we hit it off that first day, she was serious about her classes so it took me a few weeks to make enough of a connection to ask her out. Fortunately, she thought I was funny enough to tolerate the occasional missed note, although later admitted she considered moving seats because I was distracting her when she wanted to pay attention. Read more »

A Night At The Movies

You have the night to yourself.

I have instructed you to go and have some fun without me, and I want to hear all about it tomorrow.

You have already decided to go to an adult theatre to entertain yourself.

They’re always dark and seedy and you love that. You love the filth on the walls and on the floor and in the atmosphere.

As you walk through the city, the lights and the buzz give both the nightlife and you a vibrance, you swagger down the street, your hips and booty swinging from side to side causing heads to turn.

You arrive at your destination, and the retro decor on the entrance is hardly subdued by age, glitzy and definitely tacky. You know before you even walk in that you’re going to be one of only a handful of women in there, and almost certainly the only one on her own.

That in itself will draw a lot of attention and that won’t be hard to keep as the theatre will no doubt be showing some cheap, poorly edited porn from twenty years ago that few will really be interested in. Read more »

Finally got one of those broken arm blowjobs I’ve been hearing so much about [F20s/M20s] [handjob] [blowjob] [just met] [beach]

I don’t know much, but one thing I know is, going to the beach fucking sucks when you’ve got a broken arm. I would’ve stayed home entirely, but I’ve been cooped up in my house so much lately, I’m craving any sort of activity, even an activity that sucks, given the circumstances.

My buddy George is here, swimming, the asshole, and this guy he knows, Paul, is with him. Paul’s girlfriend is out on the waves, boogie-boarding, and her friends, who I don’t know at all, are off doing whatever, while I sit here holding down this blanket we’ve set out in front of the tent with all our food in it.

It’s a nice fucking day with beautiful fucking weather and a pleasant fucking seabreeze and I’m just sitting here, watching people fly kites and throw frisbees and bury each other in the sand, nobody to keep me company but a bag of chips.

I’m trying to stay positive — really, I am — and not feel sorry for myself, but it’s difficult. I’ve put my swimsuit on, just out of camaraderie, but my cast hangs heavy on my arm.

“You’re George’s friend, right?” Read more »

It’s a Bull’s Life on the Farm (Part 4) [M][Hucow]

Matt wandered the pasture, missing the feel of the sow wrapped around his cock. He wasn’t sure how often he’d be called upon to breed a sow, but he hoped it was often.

‘Breed’ his mind wouldn’t stop, it wanted release, always, and Matt wanted to give it what it wanted.

He considered jerking off, but that wouldn’t be as enjoyable and satisfying as he wanted. He made his way to the back of the barn, where the milking stalls for the bulls were. The farm hand, a sharp-featured guy with short black hair, smiled at Matt. Matt held up his hand before the farm hand could speak.

“I want a warm body, I saw someone here fucking another person earlier, the milking horse won’t do it for me right now.” Matt said.

The farm hand smiled, “This way.” He led Matt to an open stall where there was a girl bent over a tough looking bar, their ass in the air, and cock in a chastity cage.

“Lube is on the inside of the door.” The farm hand said as he closed the door behind Matt. Read more »