Tag: G-spot

[MF][Oral] Truckstop Adventure

I had the worst job in college, truck stop janitor. My GI bill covered everything except food and beer. So for the most part I had it made. The job itself wasn’t bad, I worked third shift. Everything was pretty slow and quiet. It was on a slow night when I was finishing sweeping up when I heard a voice behind me ask,
“Are there any showers available?”

I turned to see this gorgeous little woman, about 5’3″ maybe 120lbs standing behind me wearing cutoff shorts and a Motley Crue T-shirt. She was African American, and I guessed her bra size to be roughly a 36 C.

“Of course” I replied and handed her the plastic card with the code to one of the seven shower rooms from my cart.

“Thanks Sugar, gotta wash this road stank off me.” She said as she sashayed away from me down the hall. I didn’t think much of it, it seemed like a fairly standard interaction. Later on I was stepping out for a smoke when I heard that same voice behind me ask,

“Hey Sugar, you want a beer?” Read more »

[MF] Mature divorcée younger man

Her mind raced as she waited for him to come back into the room.

It was the first time that they had ever spent any time together alone, although they had known each other for months. Her daughters, who were both in their teens hardly left her any time to spend by herself. Tonight was different.

Rebecca, her 14 year old, had a sleepover at a friend’s house while Jenna, now 18, had a party that would see her coming home soon. The thought that Jenna could walk in at any moment both frightened and excited her.

He was a charmer and an enigma, she didn’t know what to expect tonight. She had taken a risk inviting him over. Celeste was recently divorced and had just celebrated her 44th birthday. Michael was just 31, but had confidence and a thirst for life.

He had always wanted her since the day that he first saw her in the executive meeting room at their office. Michael was a young and up and coming star in IT. Celeste was an experienced corporate lawyer who dominated the room – any room that she was in. Read more »

[FF] Hired a photographer to do boudoir photos for my wife…and then she fucked her.

Hey there!

First story here, so don’t be too hard on me. Always happy to hear feedback on how I can improve, and there’s pleeeenty of others to share, so let me know if you want to hear more.

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A few years ago, my wife brought up the idea of taking some sexy photos for me as a Valentine’s Day present. We’ve talked about it a few times before, but it was never something we had the money for until then, so I was 100% on board. Since I’m a musician and have dabbled in photography, I told her I actually knew someone who would be perfect for the shoot.

Now, my wife is a smokeshow. She’s insanely beautiful; gorgeous eyes, fit, a sexy smile, smart, perfect tits, and an ass that I can’t not touch when I walk by it. But, she’s pretty reserved and likes to be private (we were both raised religious), so the idea of getting naked in front of a stranger made her a little nervous. Having photos taken of you can be hard enough, but taking photos while you’re naked is a whole different ball game. Luckily for me, she asked for the photographer’s info and sent her a text with some questions. I had no idea if she’d go through with it, but I was fucking ecstatic that she was considering it. Read more »

Lesbian athletic trainer (fantasy) (NSFW)

Being a senior athletic trainer for my university’s swim team was a nice distraction from my classes. Nothing was better than giving the athlete’s muscles a massage. Since my office was right next to the pool I had guys constantly walking in in just their speedo. It was difficult to keep my eyes off their cock as I massaged their body and they became rock hard. I’d blonde the blinds and then let the guy do whatever he wanted to me. After I quickly made him cum he left, only to be replaced by another even more muscular guy with a fatter cock. The fact that I was getting paid to let guys fuck me made me feel like a dirty slut, in the best way possible. Read more »

Oh how the tables have turned [Fiction] [MF] [Str8] [Maledom] [Knockout] [Creampie]

Faye slowly walked up the steps to her apartment. She was soaked in sweat and feeling completely exhausted after her run. The sun was high in the sky and there was little shade to offer respite from the heat. As she ascended the steps, she stripped off her tank top revealing a drenched sports bra. Each step was an immense challenge with her jelly-like legs. As she pulled herself through the door to her apartment, she was met with a blast of refreshing cool air. The stimulating air covered her body and Faye felt as if she was being lifted off the ground. She closed her eyes for a moment and let the air revitalize her.

“Hey babe, how was the run?” Faye opened her eyes to see her husband Grant sitting on the couch playing video games. His bare legs were crossed and resting on the coffee table. Faye eyed the definition in his calves as she took her time responding. Read more »

One night. M Dom F Sub..

There’s a knock at the door.

I stand up, stroll to the door and open. Outside the door I find you.. Kneeling, covered in leather and lace. A collar around your neck and you look at me.. waiting for my command.

I turn around, walk, and sit on the bed. I lock eyes with you, and command you to crawl to me.

Each movement is fluid, eyes locked with a fire that is burning.. smouldering through emotions – ever creeping to the skin as lust radiates off of us both.

You arrive at my feet and I hold your hair in my hand, as I pull your hair tight I usher you to stand tall. Your breasts in line with my head.. I stare and drink them in. The site only rouses the fire greater.

I stand alongside you, as I stand I make sure you feel my manhood brush against your skin, make it known what you’re doing to me.

I trace my hands across your skin.. up and down.. nails digging in.. pressure changing in places that are more sensitive. Read more »

[MF]

It’s midday, and I’m still lying in bed, blissful with the delicious warm load Curtis left inside me before he kissed me goodbye to head to work. It’s been six months since we first met at a hole-in-the-wall bar in the city, and flirted over cheap whiskey. And yet, it feels like we’ve known each other forever.

Curtis is the kind of man I’ve always fantasized about being with; tall, with broad shoulders and a robust, muscular body – the kind you get from laboring all day as a builder. His work uniform – a bright orange safety shirt, oil-stained khaki pants, and dirty work boots – always turns me on when he shrugs himself into it in the early hours of the morning. As someone who works with his hands all day, lifting piles of bricks and slathering cement in sidewalks, he knows how to use them well. His strong, rough fingers know their way around my body like no one else has ever known it before. Just thinking of the way he uses them to explore my deepest desires makes me long urgently for him. Read more »

30[F] I cuming in the gynecologist’s chair, is this considered cheating?

Be gentle please, my English so weak…
I went to the gynecologist for a routine check-up. My doctor was gone and I had to go to replacement doctor. He was a man about my age, not handsome or ugly, as ordinary as possible. As usual, I settled down in the chair, he questioned me and proceeded to the examination. As always I prepared, my girl was as smooth and clean as in 15 years. There is one caveat. My husband is on a long business trip and I haven’t had sex for about a month. Usually this is not a problem, sexual tension is relieved by periodic masturbation. But this doctor … he just had magic hands.

Usually the doctor’s touch doesn’t resonate with me. But then everything went differently. As soon as he touched me, a wave of warmth and pleasant anxiety scattered over my body. I was surprised to realize that I was starting to get excited. The manipulations with the gynecological speculum suddenly felt like a strange caress. Without doing anything special, for some reason he gave me pleasure and more and more excited me. My breathing quickened. I distinctly felt my lips swell and my girl is rapidly going wet. Read more »

CONSEQUENCES, Pt.6/CONCLUSION

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Seeing my MILF taking every inch of me as I pounded into her was a great view, and I enjoyed this for some time, just steadily thrusting away while this gorgeous woman grunted and moaned under me. She was mare than taking it; she was pushing back into me as well, and I enjoyed watching the ‘ripple’ across her ass from my thrusting. But now it was time to see HOW open she was to me.

I then urged my MILF onto the bed, and moving in behind her again, placed my knees outside Amanda Nicole’s, but ‘hooked’ my feet inside hers to hold her legs. I was going to need that, because I pushed my now slick disk down her crack…and nudged against her anus. Feeling her stiffen I moved one hand to her shoulder, the other to the flat of her back and said “Come on pet, you can do this. Exhale and push back…that’s it, breathe….” And then I began a firm, slow, steady push, ignoring her tensing and pleas. Read more »

The time I fucked my teacher…. [F/M] [trigger warning – kinky sexual violence, degradation, 18 year old schoolgirl]

First time posting anything like this… using a throwaway for obvious reasons. This is my most fondly reminisced-upon sexual experience, so I figured I’d share with you guys too! Fuck lol, I’m nervous.

So, I’ll begin by saying, I was a troubled teen. I was struggling with a spectrum of different typical rebellious kid things. I turned 18 when I was a senior in high school and immediately started doing PPV porn (think onlyfans, before its time) just to give you an idea of who I was. I had a HUGE crush on one of my AP teachers, he was fresh out of college and sexy in that “sweater vests and glasses, ohh Mr Professor” way, but he was cool enough for the students to like him as he shared many of our interests. I was a freshly 18 year old girl with a slim waist and an hourglass figure, damn near alone in the world and desperate for his attention. We had a good rapport already, we joked around together and had often discussed our favorite bands and complimented each other’s tastes. I always made sure to dress like a cock-tease for his class, wearing things like low-cut shirts and schoolgirl skirts with thigh-high socks, and I loved nothing more than sitting in the front and adjusting my bra to highlight my DD cleavage. I loved the way he would catch me eye-fucking him and stumble over his words while giving lessons. I knew that he wanted me, too, and I thrived off of it. One day another teacher had given out lollipops, and naturally, I saved mine for his class. Read more »