ADVENTURES OF LUBED-UP ANDROID SUSIE.

**Christmas with the Starship Rimshot Girls**

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Jizz-face. Bukkake by any other name is just as messy. Sex-bots, even when they have reprogrammed themselves as **Holy Nuns Preaching the Gospel of Sacred Jizz**, are entirely OK with two or more boys spurting on their face. Android Susie has made a personal study of bukkake, as a supplement to her extensive sexual database. The early Japanese films of bukkake, as a form of humiliation are now ancient news, and even the more playful American and European versions of bukkake are also a bit stale. Most heterosexuals and many gay boys, have seen **jizz splashing from all angles, close-up and ultra-close-up.** There remains little new in the basic idea of gushing several simultaneous loads of semen from a cluster of eager cocks.

Android Susie notices, regardless of where the semen is being shot… **on face, on hard nipples, on aroused pussy lips,** on bellies, fannies, or filling the little cups formed by anuses…. the action is the much the same. Pant. Pant. Pant. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. And, Moan. Moan. Moan. Reload (or bring in a fresh group of ready cocks.) The cream-pie is a nice touch. **A juicy cumshot inside, is even better when flowing back out; a little river of jizz flowing from a satisfied pussy.** Even androids enjoy that sort of thing. Susie searches her imagination, to augment, to improve, to upgrade the old idea of spurting fountains from different directions.

Decided to Experiment [MM]

Hey everyone,

I wanted to tell a pretty incredible story that recently happened to me. I am happily married and we have recently opened our sex lives. My wife and I have always been open to new experiences and last year we decided to bring in other people. We met up with a female co-worker last year and had a spontaneous threesome. I had always wanted to try pegging and earlier this year our co-worker was able to experiment with me during a threesome. I loved the feeling of it but I felt like she didn’t really have the skills for anal sex.

I started to wonder how gay sex would feel. My wife is uncomfortable around men and would never do an MMF threesome so I put it out of my mind. Fortunately I would get my chance.

I had received her approval to experiment if it was safe but I never really pushed it. My wife went on a business trip at the same time my best friend was in town. He’s gay and I went over to his hotel room to hang out. He had a couple friends there including a new guy I hadn’t met named Sean. Sean was super attractive, in really good shape. I’ve always been attracted to smooth defined muscular stomachs and he seemed to have one. I ended up talking to him and we had a lot in common. I got his number and we communicated later that night.

In Dreams [slow-burn] [emotional] [M4F] [M4A] [friends to lovers] [affection] [doubt] [respect][caring] [dreams] [aching]

Sorry for all the rambling upfront. It has gotten a little long. I don’t know how to put it otherwise but I think it gives a little context.

I usually don’t remember my dreams, fragments at the most and I have never in my life been that affected by one. This dream however had me waking up at 2 a.m. grabbing the mattress white knuckled and breathing heavily. That dream had real emotions, smells, worries, doubts and nearly unbearable excitement.

Secondly I am not usually one to share my insides with the world or even the people around me. Nor have I ever in my life written anything… and on top of all that english is not my first language. But somehow I feel the need to share this. For me It’s a true story about deeply rooted affection, caring, sadness, doubt, respect, consent, overwhelming hunger

Jen’s University Chronicles Part 14-Meeting Yuki [MF]

Hey everyone, I’m back!! Sorry I’ve been off the grid, finals really kicked my butt and I needed to focus on grades vs my reddit karma. Overall they went well and Emily and I are both on track to graduate in one more semester. We’re both currently on vacation at my parent’s house, so I promise to write but not Uber frequently because you know…holidays with family.

This chapter takes us into 2nd semester of freshman year. After our return from break, Emily and I had had a few makeout sessions and had has sex, but nothing “chapter worthy”. Nick and I had also reunited, quickly discovered a lot of the passion had kinda died after a few weeks apart, and he let me know he was leaving our school to transfer closer to home at the end of the year, so we ended up parting ways pretty amicably after like 2 weeks.

Massages with a twist

I’d started working at the East Village Amerik spa three weeks prior and I really liked my new job. A few months before, I’d completed my professional training as a massage therapist, had started my own business giving massages in work places – which was going really well –, but I hadn’t turned down my friend Vanessa when she’d called me to sub at Amerikspa because I wanted to get as much experience as I could. Plus, they had a great insurance and health care package.

That morning, Samantha, the weekend manager, had told me I’d have three clientsthat day: two guys – Carl, a businessman from Philadelphia who always came in when he was in town and was already turning into one of my regulars, and Mr. Davenport, an airline pilot who had said he was suffering from sciatica and needed a serious treatment – and one lady.

I always felt a little uneasy when massaging female clients because I didn’t want them to think that I was touching them in an inappropriate way. In class, guys were always told to be extra careful because we’re unfortunately often thought of as sex fiends or perverts who only got into massage therapy as an excuse to get into people’s pants. Female therapists, on the other hand, were always warned to watch out for perverts or sex fiend clients who would try to get a little extra or would start groping them during the massage.

She fingered [M]y butt in front of a whole hostel dorm

Yeah in hindsight this may have been a bit obnoxious of us, but we were drunk foolish backpackers.

This happened during my backpacking trip along with other stories on my profile.

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I knew we were going to get along when we were making vagina jokes about five minutes into the conversation.

I’d just arrived in the hostel and gone out for a few drinks with the first people I had met, and when we came back these English girls invited us to have a few more with them before going to bed. They were loads of fun, and two of them were quite hot, so the night ended very late after more than just a few more. There was a very cute blonde one and one with darker hair who was pulling the best jokes. I liked her energy a lot, and she was definitely cute as well.

In the hostel dorm, beds were made up of double beds with little separators to divide each double into two single beds. When we called it a night, I found out the dark haired jokester was sleeping in the same bed as me. I lifted the separator and said something stupid.

[stepcest] [drugs] Section 18 (Part 1)

In the United States of America, everyone who seeks to learn the Government’s secrets must fill a Standard Form 86 and submit to a deep background check. Your friends are interviewed, your family members quizzed about you, your past becomes a matter of National Security and is researched accordingly.

Form 86 takes hours to complete and leaves no stone unturned. Section 18 of the form asks about your family members. Names, citizenship status. how often you reach out to them, how you contact them, you name it, the form asks about it.

When the federal investigator knocked at the door and told me my stepbrother applied for a government job and he needs to talk to me about his application, I blushed. I know Eric very well. We have been stepsiblings for over 10 years now. He had casually mentioned to me somebody might come and ask. Be honest or lie, he didn’t say. He could not advise me on what to tell a federal investigator, he said. What he wrote on the form at the “Provide methods of contact” field, he also did not say.

Massaging the Math Tutor Part 3 [FFM] [femdom] [BBW]

******** Just the 3rd part to a few stories I wrote about a dominant girl, an unwilling boy, and lots of fun. Hope you enjoy! **********

“Mike stop!” I tried to catch up to my college buddy. He wasn’t interested in talking though, quickly climbing into his car and driving away before I could reach him.

Ever since he had walked in on me and his sister Katy having sex a week ago, my friend had been avoiding me like the plague.

I didn’t even know what I’d say if I did catch up to him. It wasn’t my fault? She had made me do it? It was basically rape? Yeah, none of that was believable, even if it was true.

One good thing about being on the outs with Mike though was that at least his sister couldn’t manipulate me into coming over anymore.

Not that she didn’t try. As the only math tutor for the college Katy attended, she was free to reach out to me anytime all the time to try and coerce me into helping her with her “math”.

Forbidden Desires Part 16

Two days ago I was a waiter at the Donkey Shoe in downtown Bellingham. Filling coffees and taking and delivering orders. Now here I was, standing in Tokyo’s Shibuya with a man magical in every sense of the word and my world turned upside down by the things that had transpired since I met Fernando. Fernando, the runaway Prince of a faraway kingdom known simply as the Providence of Rosa. Even as I look at the neon signs all I can think is that this is some dream, just like the moment when I received news that my older brother had died. The jeep he was riding in had hit a landmine, the two military attired men said to my mother and father in our living room.

“We’re so sorry for your loss, Mr. and Mrs. Martinez,” one of the men said.

My mothers cries rang out like screams as she hugged my father who just sat there in silence. My sister and I  cried in silence and my mind went back to Jose talking to me after he told me he had enlisted.

My [F] Tinder date with a neighbor [M]

[This story happened early in 2019. I was 23 back then.]

“Can you not be home Friday night? Dinner included?” this wasn’t an uncommon request among me and Maria, my best-friend, who I’ve lived with ever since we enrolled in college, in late 2013. The meaning was always obvious, yet the one on the receiving end always feigned ignorance.

Maria rolled her eyes, but couldn’t contain a smile “What for, Luna?”

“You know, the usual” I shrugged, hoping my dismissiveness would repel her scrutiny. She sounded like my mom when she used my name like that.

“The usual?”

“Come on, Maria!” it was my turn to roll my eyes, even if amused by the usual game. Yeah, I didn’t take long to give up this time “I’m gonna get laid…” I could read the accusations of impurity in the smirk she gave me “…possibly.”

“Who?”

That was when I sealed up, bringing my best poker face. “I can’t tell you yet, don’t want to jinx it. I’ll let you know after the fact. If it works out” I knew this would only pique her curiosity, but she conceded.