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I’m looking for someone to write a series of stories about how my girlfriend gradually gets more in to the hotwife lifestyle after pressure from me. It starts in the softcore, with handjobs and blowjobs that involve dirty talk and stories about her past dating life (which has been really kinky before she met me). It gradually goes on to more and more kinky things she does to please me, most of it in front or with me as well. Themes like deepthroat, anal, rough spanking, rimjob, spit in mouth, double penetration, gangbang and a lot of dirty talk. Not interested in toiletsex, bi, gay and cuckold degration. More how she turns in to a slut for me.
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(This is part three. Parts one and two were MM theme)
I should have known that my liaisons with Bob would be noticed. He had sent me home with a set of tools with removable handles. The file set handles were red and rubbery and surprisingly versatile for use as butt plugs, hidden in plain sight, or so I thought. I enjoyed inserting them in my ass and discovered I wasn’t as straight as I thought. I loved the penetration and fullness.
Bob had changed my life. My white-haired elderly neighbor had given me a tour of his garage a few weeks before, and I had ended up mesmerized by his bisexual porn stash and when he whipped out a veiny cock with an angry plum tip, I succumbed to lust and became his cocksucker. (See Old Bob)
Later, he invited me to relax on the couch in his garage and after a beer and another porn, I was again his slut. He got us both naked and worked his cock up my ass. For a man in his late 60s he was a virile lover. (See Old Bob, Again)
Meeting our elderly neighbors Bob and Ann should have been a small blip in my life. It had been a few weeks since the block party when white-haired Bob had invited me to tour his garage, and ended up showing me a bisexual porno from his stash. Somehow I had ended up on my knees in his garage, swallowing his cock.
Actually, I didn’t just swallow it. I had worshipped it. I knelt there and gazed at his 5 inches topped by a purple plum tip and couldn’t stop from inhaling his aroma. That is what freaked me out, my compulsion to keep smelling it, running the tip under my nose and inhaling his musky crotch and balls, and insisting he put his cock all the way in till it hit the back of my throat.
To make things worse, he had brought me to a powerful orgasm by French kissing me while playing with my cock and butthole. I kept telling myself I wasn’t gay, so how had that happened? How had I succumbed to an almost 70-year-old grandpa? I was happily married to a fit, attractive wife. I had let myself go a little, with some paunch, but overall I was active. In our lates 40s we led a typical life.
“Who is ready to go out on the boat?” I heard Grandpa Joe yell down the hall. I snapped on a new one piece swim suit. It was light blue and the bottoms were a thong—so I could still show off my jiggling booty. I pranced down the hallway, my little toes twinkling underneath me.
The whole family was already walking out of the backdoor: Mom’s rippled ass in her white one-piece, Aunt Carol was in a string bikini that her plump body devoured, her rolling tits exploding out of the sides, Aunt Jackie’s huge tits were pointing straight forward, wearing a black thong and only a white tank-top, and Grandma Susan—still dressed in her gold bikini, her huge hanging tits barely contained, and her tanned smooth legs clapped against her flip flops. I quickly joined behind them, pinching Grandma Susan’s ass, while the guys watching our bouncing bodies ripple with every step.
I could already see the outlines of their cocks growing in their swim trunks, and we weren’t even at the dock yet.
We got to the dirt path, and I heard a voice from behind us, “Hello! Going to the boat without us?,” I saw two men standing at the back door, and a tall busty woman standing behind them.
Part 2, Billy gets quite the views.
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Billy was having a pleasant dream, his sister Brianna was welcoming him, spreading her thighs open, the V of her pink pussy glistening with heated juices, he was iron hard as he took position, so ready to drive it in….
Drrr…Drrr…Drrr…
Billy’s eyes opened, the glorious vision disappeared, and he grunted as he awoke. Damn cellphone, it was not even 7 AM, who the hell was calling at the time of the morning?
He didn’t notice the caller ID as grumbled out ”Hello?”
Madeline’s voice purred out at him, “Good morning Billy, I hope I didn’t wake you up.”
His mouth went dry, holy fuck, it was…was….”Maddie?”
“I love it when you use my name, just like you did when you fucked me, and called me Maddie when your cock was exploding deep inside me. It makes me so exicted knowing that you watch me masturbate. Now fair is fair, bring yourself over to the window. I want to watch you stroking a big morning hard on while you watch me get myself off.”
My hearing was murky and muddled as I faded back into consciousness. In the center of my vision I could just start to make out the features of the face of a man. He looked kind with the deep creases of a smile, an easy demeanor, and gentle brown eyes. As feeling returned I could feel the soreness of my throat and rear, my legs still trembling, and my shaft still locked into an erection at this notion I could feel myself flushing. Until As feeling returned to my extremities I found that I had been bound arms spread on an operating table with no range of motion available straps holding me down at each joint and around my chest limiting my ability to breathe deeply. Then Bashfulness was again replaced with panic, I could feel a set of IV’s flowing Icey fluid slowly into my veins. “What happened, what have you done to me?” I said as forcefully as I could muster with the restriction of my chest.
“Oh me? I have done nothing to you at all,” The man lulled, I could now make out that he was wearing a double-breasted lab coat, long black gloves, a black stethoscope. “I suppose you don’t remember what happened to you before you passed out on the first floor?”
The Load Master (1)
(Fiction)(MF)(Hyperspermia)(Public)
His name is Martin O’Halloran but all of his friends and family call him Woody. He is good looking, about 5’ 11” tall, with a nice build. He has dark wavy hair and hazel eyes. He isn’t really into playing sports but loves to run, hike and bicycle, which keeps him in shape. Most of the friends he made after college had no idea how he got his nickname. In fact, most of his family didn’t know the real reason why his friends started calling him Woody.
The closer it gets to 5 PM, the longer I stare at the clock, silently begging for it to move faster. “C’mon, minute hand,” I think. “I believe in you.” Not that I hate my job. In fact, I love working in IT. Flexible hours, lax office environment, and I have a knack for computers so my job isn’t exactly difficult. But I don’t get enjoyment out of the typical routines anymore. I haven’t for about a year.
Dave pops in and taps on the top of my cubicle, grinning at me over the partition. “Wakey wakey,” he says.
I blink a few times, smiling slightly. “Just one more minute.” It’s 4:59. So close.
“Just one more minute until… you come out with us?” he asks suggestively.
“Don’t tell me…”
“We’re getting drinks,” Dave says, and I sigh. I know exactly what he means when he says “drinks.” It means him and the Boys (or at least, that’s what they call themselves as a collective) are going to throw back a few shots of Jim Beam and peruse the local strip club.
Requested a continuation into the FWB relationship that formed when I transferred into a larger college with 2 beautiful Brazilian women, so I will continue with the next major set of events that occurred soon afterwards.
We had been together for 4 months at this point and it was nearing the end of our semester, meaning all 3 of us were in a rush to get projects completed. We often sat up together doing work together and keeping each other company, which was a major help that semester for all of us. I barely slept at my dorm anymore, opting to sleep in their room most nights as they wanted me around most nights. We hung out all the time and I took them around the city and took them out to enjoy our days.