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[MF] From a dead bedroom to this…

The wife and I recently took the Mojo Update questionnaire and it’s made our already-hot sex life even hotter. We’ve been talking about bringing in additional people and about a few other things that would really take our sex life to the next level. Before taking the test, we’d been having sex 2-3 times a week, now it’s 5-6 times a week, and we talk about all our dirty fantasies before, during, and after.

The first evening, we talked about fantasies for about 45 minutes after the kids went to bed, and we didn’t even make the bedroom. We fucked on the couch like a couple of teenagers, my hand clamped over her mouth so she wouldn’t wake the kids while I pounded my cock into her and told her I liked the thought of doing this while she was bound and had one of her friends sitting on her face. When her soaking wet pussy clamped down on my cock and she started bucking her hips up against me and whimpering into my hand, I fucking exploded.

That’ll give you an idea of where things have been. Read more »

[MF] Drunkenly fucked my step-sister this weekend, closing the loop on a teenage crush.

I’m 25M, step sister is 24F. Our parents have been dating since we were 9-10, and married since we were 11-12.

I’m 6-1 with a dad bod.

She’s pretty short, about 5-0 I’d guess, chubby, but has a very cute/pretty face, brown hair, brown eyes, and a massive set of breasts. Seriously, the biggest, heaviest set of tits on Planet Earth.

So when we first met she was super annoying to little kid me, always wanted to play and do stuff with me and I was like go away little kid. I should add here I mostly lived with my mom and she lived with my dad/stepmom so I only saw her on weekends.

Later as teenagers I had a crush on her, mainly once she developed those nice fat tits but my dad would have rung my neck if I touched her so didn’t try anything, besides the step sibling thing is weird.

She is now a graduate student at an out of state school and I live in an apartment in the area we are from. She was back in town for a wedding. A female cousin of mine was getting married and stepsis was close with her as we grew up so we were both went along with the whole family. Read more »

[MF] Submissive girl I met on Craigslist gets her asshole filled with cum for the first time

A few weeks ago, I was browsing through the lovely corner of the internet that is the casual encounters section of Craigslist. I’ve had a handful of successes on Craigslist, the trick is to just sound like a real human and prepare for 99% of the responses to be either robots or people who are clearly lying about who they are.

I came across this one post that said she was looking to be used, and it didn’t follow any of the clear spam bot formulas. I sent her a brief description of myself, a picture, and a link to the part 1 of my last story as an example to show her what my definition of “using her” was. She responded back to me, and we ended up going back and forth for a while about things she was interested in trying. We traded numbers, and started chatting a bit more explicitly. Read more »

At the museum (m/f)

She was full of questions and eye contact. He told her of the history of another and another painting as she listened with an approximation of attention. If she’d asked him to repeat what he’d just said he couldn’t have obliged her. He was aware that he was speaking a familiar speech that he’d given to tour groups of grandmothers and art students before her but he couldn’t say at what point in the speech he was. He could draw her deep blue eyes from memory though. He knew the brushstrokes that would paint her hair.

At the end of each speech at each painting she riddled him with questions. Had this artist been influenced by a certain other artist? From whose collection did the museum receive it? Had it been offered or was it pursued? How many times had they asked? She knew the answers. He felt her study his reactions at each question mark. He felt her undressing him with her eyes from his knowledge downward.

“What is your least popular exhibit?” she asked, her gaze penetrating him as he welcomed more.

“The furniture on the lower level.”

She stepped forward. “Why isn’t it popular?” Read more »

At the museum (m/f)

She was full of questions and eye contact. He told her of the history of another and another painting as she listened with an approximation of attention. If she’d asked him to repeat what he’d just said he couldn’t have obliged her. He was aware that he was speaking a familiar speech that he’d given to tour groups of grandmothers and art students before her but he couldn’t say at what point in the speech he was. He could draw her deep blue eyes from memory though. He knew the brushstrokes that would paint her hair.

At the end of each speech at each painting she riddled him with questions. Had this artist been influenced by a certain other artist? From whose collection did the museum receive it? Had it been offered or was it pursued? How many times had they asked? She knew the answers. He felt her study his reactions at each question mark. He felt her undressing him with her eyes from his knowledge downward.

“What is your least popular exhibit?” she asked, her gaze penetrating him as he welcomed more.

“The furniture on the lower level.”

She stepped forward. “Why isn’t it popular?” Read more »

[MF] [Exhibition] Teasing the “back-up” in the back of Mom’s car.

Kari and Allen had spent the night at one of those NYE lock-ins at a local skate rink. When we originally went there were just three of us in Kari’s mother’s car (Kari, Allen, Sarah). However, we met another couple there (Doug, Meghan) and they needed a ride home. When they let us out in the morning we asked her mom to give them a ride home. This meant that 2 of the girls had to ride on the laps of their SO’s.

Kari had worn a sexy little skater skirt that night. It was just above knee length. She’d worn a satin yellow thong, a matching yellow bra and tight white mock turtle neck. It wasn’t by accident that in the black lights of the evening he bra was visible all night and whenever the fans caught her skirt just right you could see a flash of her thong.

Allen wore a cut off shirt and his favorite pair of Levi 501’s. He wore a yellow bandanna to keep the sweat off his brow and match with Kari. He was in great shape and loved having the girls check him out. It kept Kari jealously clinging to his muscular arms for the night. Read more »

Vacationing Canadian proves the stereotypes right. [FM]

Long time lurker first time posting. Names changed and throwaway obviously.

I work at a cafe in a touristy part of London so we get a lot of foreigners coming by our little place. Mostly groups of friends and couples. Last week walks in Omar. He’s ahead of his family but I noticed him right away. He’s got a thin build, well dressed, messy hair and just gorgeous. You name it, his face had it. Scruffy jaw, high cheeks, big smile, sexy librarian glasses, light brown skin and onix black hair. The works. Like Hassan Minaj with longer hair. He comes up to the counter to order and I’m already smiling as wide as he is.

About me. I’m 5’5 with a slender build. Dark chocolate skin and I’ve had guys say they love the shape of my eyes. Read more »

[Fm] Mea Domina

You arrive home.
It’s been a long day – you’re tired, you’re annoyed. Those bitches at work. Bitches.
You’ve got 16 hours before you’ll be back there. Best make it good. So many chores.
You just want to relax.

You open the door.
Shiny. Glistening clean. Soft scent of some cleaning product or another.
There is relaxing music playing – it’s coming from every room. Your music.
The dishwasher is whirring. You hear an abrupt beeping sound and walk into the kitchen to investigate.
350 – The oven is preheated.

“Hey!” – you yell into the house.
“Hey!” – you hear back from upstairs.

You hear the pounding of footsteps as they make their way down the staircase.
There I am. Naked. Wearing nothing but a shining steel cage around my cock.
You giggle a little – to yourself. It is kinda funny.

I approach you.
“Let me take these”
You realize you haven’t put down your bags yet.
I take them from you and put them away in the other room.

“There is a drink for you on the island” – I call out.
Sure enough – there it is. A tall, cold, sweating glass of your favorite summer drink.
“Lovely” – you think to yourself. Read more »