Our end of the season soccer party was coming up. This was not only the end of the season; but since these girls were graduating high school, it was the end of the team as well. Most of them had been playing together for almost a decade. A few weeks ago, Matt had dropped a huge bomb shell on me that he had sex with four different girls on the team; and had pictures and videos to prove it. He explained everything to me in a drunken confession last month. After the initial shock wore off, and coming to gripes with the fact that Macy, his daughter, was the one setting all this up; I had to admit, I was quite turned on.
Tag: G-spot
Threesome (FFM, anal)
He smiles as he strips me naked. He touches and draws out my arousal, leaving me on edge, wet and trembling. He ties my wrists and ankles to the bed so that I’m completely displayed. Then comes the blindfold. He turns on a video of my recent adventures, leaving me to listen to my increasingly urgent moans. His presence vanishes and I wonder what he has up his sleeve.
Downstairs:
You knock on the door nervously. You work with him and aren’t sure if this is a good idea, but he’s attractive and COVID has made you an involuntary celebate. He opens the door and takes your coat, leaving you in transparent red lingerie. He looks you over critically, and pulls you in for a kiss. He tears his mouth away from yours and let’s it find a path up your jaw. He whispers in your ear asking if you’re sure. You rub against him, nearly purring. The moisture between your legs tells you that you’re sure, and you guide his hand there as your answer. He grins “She’s upstairs, do you want to start there?” You shake your head and blush responding in an almost inaudible whisper “Will you fuck me first? I need it so badly.”
The Best Lay of My Life [MF]
M almost didn’t come up.
I live in a red light district, and he was alarmed at the number of sex workers around my building. He thought I was scamming him. I managed to convince him to come up with a selfie of me in my lingerie.
Thank God I did.
He broke out the green, gave me some for my pipe, and rolled a spliff. We smoked and talked. He rolled a second spliff. He kissed me hard but said we should finish smoking before moving to the bedroom.
Then he touched me.
The very first thing he did was lift my hood and directly stimulate my clit, softly at first and then harder and harder as I quivered and moaned.
He put in a finger. Another. Another. He went after my g-spot with strokes like hummingbird wings. He pounded me with with hand. I screamed. I squirted for only the second time in my life. He wouldn’t stop. Again, he lifted my hood and licked my clit. Played with it with his teeth. Rubbed it harder and harder and harder while I rolled around.
Then we moved to the bedroom.
She called me “Daddy” while we fucked on her parents bed. [MF]
It was her graduation day. Everyone was in a tizzy getting ready to go to the college before a long day of waiting around for one name to be said so we could cheer our lungs out for 15 seconds. The events started early, her family was there, most of her friends had gone to the same school and were graduating with her. Afterward a big group of us were supposed to meet at a very expensive restaurant half-way between the school and her parents house for a late-lunch/early-dinner. She wanted to go home first, however, and change out of her robes and into something nice. I volunteered to drive her so her parents could head right to the restaurant and get things set up with balloons and other decorations. She had gotten her hair cut for the ceremony and it looked really cute. I loved her with long hair, but this new bob was fantastic and she loved it; anything that made her smile was a good thing. I remarked about how much I loved it on the way back to her house after the ceremony and told her it would go great with the outfit that I had just bought for her.
Well-Deserved Attention – MFM, Hotwife, Oral, Worship, Blindfold
Rachel was stuck in traffic, the unwanted consequence of a world returning to normal. On the bright side, it was Friday afternoon and she didn’t have to think about work for the next 24 hrs.
It had been a frustrating week for Rachel as she’d worked long days preparing her presentation for grant funding. Next year’s budget was reliant on securing the grant, and the pressure had been on her.
Fortunately, her husband James had been supportive, taking care of their three kids and making dinner every evening. For the last four weeks, Rachel’s routine had been emotionally draining. She had left early and arrived home late, barely time to kiss the kids goodnight before bedtime. But as always, James was her rock.
As Rachel looked in the rear view mirror, she got a glimpse of her ruffled hair and wrinkly clothes, and thought she looked frumpy. With her busy schedule over the last few weeks, Rachel had not been able to pay as much attention to her appearance as wanted. Everytime she looked in the mirror, her self-esteem fell farther and she only saw flaws, no matter how many times James told her she was beautiful.
Pet slut chronicles 5: Letting you take control of my wife (FF) (FFM) (pics)
I had sent you down to the bar to enjoy a drink and to relax for a little while, while I got the room and other things ready for us. I text you to come up to the room and that I had a surprise for you. You couldn’t think what it could be next after the wild week we have had so far, but were excited to find out. You open the door and walk through the hallway to see that I have tied up and blindfolded my wife with a view to giving over control of her to you while I sit back and watch.
You almost squeal with joy at what you see and come over to give your sir a deep kiss. You give me another passionate kiss and thank me with a soft whisper in my ear as you massage my cock through my pants, before turning around. You begin by crawling onto the bed, kissing up her legs, and can feel her body tremble at your touch. Her breathing turns to gasps as you run your tongue along the inside of her thigh.
“I want you to show my wife a good time!” I say, watching you wiggle your tight little ass in the air.
Finding out my sister’s on OnlyFans – Part 3 [MF]
I lather the pancakes in syrup and cream, slowly cutting into the fluffy goodness, as I lift a small piece into my mouth for the first bite. I’m swept away in the sensory overload, not really realising my eyeline has drifted down, and I’m looking directly at her boobs. They’re so full, sitting in her cute little bra, and I can’t help but think about them being covered in cream as I get to savour every last lick, my tongue brushing against her soft skin, tasting her and the cream all in one hit. I’d circle my tongue around her boobs, as more of her is exposed with each lick. Her chest rising slightly as I almost expose her nipple, teasing around it and watching her squirm for a little bit, as I eventually relent, my tongue brushing against her gorgeous little pink nipple. I’d feel it harden even more, as I started sucking on it, hearing her moan…but before I can go further I’m transported back into reality, as she clears her throat.
[F]uck Pad fun ti[M]es continue
It’s been a while since work buddy and I caught up. Occasional bantering through text: a picture here or there mostly. Since we see each other at work, it’s always a fantastic tease to message while we’re looking at each other. I’ll him how I want to fuck him. He’ll thank me for the low-cut top I’m wearing and the sneak peeks he gets now and then, and then tell me that he wants to fuck me. He tells me he wants to play with my pussy until I cum again and again.
Finally, schedules align. I meet him at the fuck pad early one day.
I meet him at the door, and again, we go through the small talk that two people have when they know what’s going to happen next. We go to the bedroom, we kiss and he cups my breast through my tight sweater. I moan with pleasure; I’ve waited for his touch for weeks now. We peel my sweater off my body, and he admires my breasts in the lacy bra I’m wearing. We look at each other while stripping off our pants, taking pauses to touch each other. Me, stroking him through his boxers, and he, touching my breasts and then my pussy through my thong.
Parking Garage – Almost Caught [MF]
We had gone to the movies at the theater near her college. Despite the fact that the movie had absolutely nothing sexual in it we decided to get handsy in the back row. Well, technically, not the back row, but no one else was behind us… that we noticed. She wore a short skirt and no panties and it was just too tempting not to slip a finger insider her. For the greater part of thirty minutes I just played with her, teased her, and worked her up. Never went too fast or pushed too far to accidentally rouse anyones attention; just a little playful fun for the college kids on a Wednesday night.
When the movie was over we were in dire straights and needed to fuck. We went back to her dorm room hoping to sneak in some playful naked time, but her roommate was there and she was aggressively disinterested in leaving. My girlfriend and her roommate had a chat while I waited out in the hall — I think there was some negotiating going on in the attempt to trade some future favor for a night alone with me. No luck. The roommate was offended at the idea of anyone having sex in the dorm room at any time for any reason. My girlfriend did not inform her that we had been having sex in their occasionally for the past few months when she was in class. The bottom line was — according to the roommate — that it was gross to think of a man being naked in their dorm room and it was not okay to even ask.
Sensual Foreplay at the Cottage
The window was cracked open and the rain had started to come down hard and fast, the drops pinging off the roof, bathing the room in a rhythmic, heavenly quiver. A cool breeze whisps through the narrow opening of the window frame, chilling the room fiercely, perfuming the air with a lush, fresh aroma. Our exasperation from the week-long heat wave is finally finally being penetrated.
I lay in bed facing him. His eyes closed again. One of his hands resting inside my thigh, moving his finger tips subtly, letting me know he’s almost awake. His other hand lays on my face, softly thumbing between my cheekbone and my bottom lip. I remove one of my hands from his neck and down his chest and down to his boxers, the outside of my hand against his skin, snagging the waistband with the webbing of my thumb, gently downward, pulling them lower around both of his hips. They snag on his hardness and I carefully pull the waistband around, giving the head of his cock a nice graze with my palm as the fabric is released.He wiggles and moves his legs accordingly to slink them off, his hands not moving from my face and my thigh. I graze his cock with my hand. It’s very hard. I don’t grab it with my whole fist, instead I trace the ridge of the tip with my index finger, as softly as I can despite the shallow contractions already taking place inside me.