[MF] (M26) dominated by my girlfriend.

Last night my girlfriend(F25) and I were getting really kinky. I started out by having her bent over on the bed spanking her with a paddle while rubbing her clit over her panties. Eventually I shoved her face into the pillows by the back of her neck. I then began to lick in and around her asshole while rubbing her clit with my thumb and fingering her with my index finger. She was loving it. She had an Almighty orgasm screaming into the pillows as I felt her pussy convulse around my fingers and her asshole tighten around my tongue.

After she regained strength she said it was her turn. She puts me on all fours and begins stroking my cock. I then feel her spread a little lube onto my asshole and the distinctive clicking of her turning on a vibrator. I held still while she began to vibrate my asshole while stroking my cock. I wanted to stop her but it felt too good. Eventually she begins to push and soon it slipped in and I let out a moan. I just let her have her fun and after a while I started to enjoy it. Pain turned to pleasure and she could tell too and she turned up the power and began thrusting harder. Eventually she had me moaning like crazy and she milked a huge load out right on to her face as she continued to hold the vibrator right in the perfect spot. A first for me but definitely. Want to explore this more in the future.

My aunt found my secret. [53Fx20M/Fb] [Feminization, Foot play, Footwear, Spit, Incest, Milf]

*I need to see you Luke. Come to my house this afternoon, at around 5. There will be snacks.
Love, aunt Liz* đź’‹

That damn message has been bouncing around in my head all day. What could she even want? And doesn’t she have anything else to do? I mean, I know we’re right in the middle of august, everyone’s on vacation and the scorching hot sun outside doesn’t really tempt one to do much, but come on!
Sadly, I don’t have a schedule busy enough to justify bailing on this mysterious encounter, and thus here I am, on her doorstep, hesitating before I ring the doorbell.

Elizabeth is my dad’s sister. About six years younger than him, she’s a rich woman in her early fifties, enjoying a lavish and pampered life thanks to the financial speculations of her husband.
She’s a hardcore fashionista, obsessed with vintage brands: she once spent a whole month scouring second-hand shops all over Paris in search of an elusive pair of the first iteration of red bottomed loboutins, dated 1992.
Growing up she told me all about the history of fashion, ranging from meaningless personal anecdotes about great stylists all the way to the details of the production lines of the popular brands I wore. Being an angsty, long haired boy I pretended not to care, of course. All that girly stuff was beneath me, I swore: little did I know at the time.

Chapter 36. How I met my boyfriend. [MF][nonfiction]

Parking was difficult to find as I circled the small lot to the restaurant. I was already a few minutes late to the dinner and I felt flustered as I hate knowing people are waiting on me. A car finally came out from a spot and I sighed in relief that I wouldn’t have to park down the road and walk in my heels. I quickly pulled into the open spot and ran my fingers through my hair in the mirror as one last effort to look less frazzled than I felt for arriving late. A girlfriend of mine had invited me out to a small dinner with some of her work colleagues and friends, several of whom I knew quite well. It was at a nicer restaurant downtown so I wanted to look fresh and collected walking in.

I saw the group near the back at a large table. Drinks were already being ordered as I said quick hellos and slipped into the last vacant seat at the end. A new face smiled at me warmly as I introduced myself. He was handsome. His name was Michael and his smile flashed as he spoke, drawing you in to listen. He was younger than me by quite a few years, but as our conversation began to flow, I quickly surmised that he was educated and well spoken. Easily able to navigate his way through the night with the slightly older crowd.

[MFFFF, 21+] College girls become freeuse for one night, for one horny guy (reverse gangbang)

Kevin had accepted the offer. 

He wouldn’t stop ranting about it to Owen, who listened with an (apparent) sympathetic ear.

“I don’t know what the *fuck* they are gonna do to me. I should ask her to call it off. Should I ask her to call it off?”

“Kevin, deal’s a deal, unfortunately.”

“Yeah, but. This is just outrageous.”

Owen laughed, “Outrageous?”

“Well, *you* didn’t agree to it.”

Owen just laughed harder. Then, in a softer voice he said, “Every single guy out on campus wants to be you right now. Relax a bit.”

“Some of the stuff she asked… I don’t know.”

“So what? You’ll help them out and get back home by morning. Enjoy the ride. Get me a few numbers too while you’re at it. Hot ones only.”

Kevin would most certainly not be collecting any numbers. He’d known Sophia for more than a decade now. They had grown pretty close during their school years, and even though they’d always considered each other “friends”, there had been a sexual undercurrent to their relationship, particularly in recent years. Oh, it sounded grand but it had never progressed beyond the occasional touch and a bit of flirting. He still considered her a friend first. So her asking him… it had been super weird. 

I shared my girlfriend and didn’t hate it

I was honestly dreading it. My extremely pretty girlfriend of almost three years is a very kinetic person. She’s the kind of girl who will touch guys arms when she’s talking to them, hugs everybody, that kind of thing. She’s also very open and adventurous sexually, and we had a spontaneous threesome with another girl earlier this year (which was amazing).

We are in a committed relationship though, so we had a long talk the next day. We have friends that are non-monogomous or poly or whatever, so it had come up in conversation before. We never thought our relationship would be open, but suddenly it had been. In the moment she was fine, but the next day she was a little jealous and wanted to talk about it. And somewhere in there, letting her do something with another guy got mentioned, and I for some reason said “We could try it sometime, why not?” to make her feel better.

I completely regretted this. It’s not like she was actively looking for a guy. But since I’d kind of given her the option I started getting jealous when guys would hit on her. She’s always got lots of male attention–she’s got a beautiful body and she’s a flirt. But she’s very loyal to me and would never cheat. Now she had the option. I started picturing her having sex with another guy and I hated it.

The OnlyFans Girl, Part 10 (MFF, Slow Burn, Lots of Tease, Ongoing Story)

*Part 1 can be found [HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wm1o25/the_onlyfans_girl_part_1_bg_slow_burn_lots_of/)*

*When a law office intern discovers that a fellow intern is one of his favourite new OnlyFans performers, a ball begins rolling that will bring a boring summer of paperwork and coffee-fetching into an avalanche of sexual adventure. This story was originally written in small chapters, of which 46-50 are presented here.*

**Chapter 46**

“Alright, baby,” Sabrina said. “Time for your reward.” She smiled and went down on her knees in front of you, and started unbuckling your belt.

“Wait, here?” you asked. “Is this a good idea?”

“Are you saying you *don’t* want a blowjob right now?” Sabrina asked, your belt was undone and her hand already reaching into your pants.

“I just want to see it,” Gemma said. “You have time, don’t worry.”

You gulped, and Sabrina was looking up at you with her big eyes, and you nodded for her to continue. She grinned happily and fished your quickly firming cock out of the front hole of your briefs, pulling it out into the open.

“Fuck, you were right,” Gemma said. “It does look better in person.”

Her boyfriend thinks she’s cheating on him…so she does- right in front of him: [18F] [18M] [Cuckold] [Size humiliation] [voyeur] [cheating]

“For the very last time, James, I am not cheating on you!” Christine exclaimed in frustration, slapping her hand down on the surface of the hot tub water for effect. Her painfully insecure boyfriend James sat beside her, both of them taking some time to relax in the gym’s hot tub after a workout- or so she thought. There wasn’t much relaxation happening for either of them.

“Just be honest with me, I won’t be mad,” he repeated for the umpteenth time. He put his hand on her naked thigh, a gesture of love and humility. “I saw you talking to Jon, I saw the way you were looking at him. Just tell me what happened,” James begged. The look on his face would’ve broken her heart if it didn’t make her so furious. “I don’t appreciate my integrity being questioned,” she said, “I already told you nothing happened, and I meant it- nothing happened. Let it go,” she said, her tone final.

She was being truthful; while Jon had certainly been quite forward in his proposition, she had declined- she was, after all, in love with James- her boyfriend of three years. Yes, Jon was taller and fitter and hotter than James, and that Spanish accent and European flair was just…delicious…but she was a faithful woman. She only wished that her boyfriend thought as much of her.

[MF] Fucking my bar manager on my first shift as a bartender

This is my first story posted. I have a few more to share from my past, but this one is only a couple of days old, and i needed to anonymously tell someone. Throwaway account for obvious reasons. Read to the end before you judge too hard. I know, cheating is bad, and I’m an asshole who could’ve said no at any time

I’m 30 M, just started a new job at a local small town bar part time to help make ends me. My live-in girlfriend also works there part time. We’re both in healthcare. I work 24-48 hours shifts, and GF works nights at a hospital.

My first shift was about a week ago and I was being trained under the bar manager, who we’ll call B. B is 5’4″ blonde blue eyes. Not skinny but not thick either. B cups and an ass to die for. Now I’ve been a regular patron of this bar for about 6 months and know B very well. There has never been a hint of sexual tension between us, nor have I ever viewed her in a sexual light. She was always just a mutual friend of my GF and I. I guess I can describe myself her. I’m 5’10” about 180 lbs. Not athletic, but not overweight either. I’m 6.5-7″ on a good day, average girth.

Winter break fun with my ex gf, Josie [MF 21] Part 4

I got some tissues to clean the cum off Josie as she laid there on her stomach in front of the fire. She still had her boots on, jeans and underwear pulled down around her knees, and her sweater pushed up, exposing most of her back. She rolled over and took off her boots, then her jeans. She pulled her arms into the sweater one at a time to slip off her bra, while leaving the sweater on. She pulled her panties back up and sat in front of the fire, with her legs pulled up to her chest, warming herself by the fire. Her legs looked fantastic.

I said, “Want some coffee?”

She said, “Yes, please, I didn’t have time to drink any…since I had to hurry over…to help you out, giggle.”

We went into the kitchen together and I poured her a cup. I watched her put cream and sugar in it, looking at her beautiful face and down to her thin, bare legs. Her sweater was short enough I could just see her panties.

She was a little embarrassed and said, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

That ti[m]e I got woken up by a gangbang…

So I got woken up by a gangbang one time.

This is a long story that features a strange contrast between romance and hardcore sex, so buckle up.

Where do I start, umm…

okay so things with my travel-fuckbuddy (the girl I met on the Amazon River, see my other stories) had been going sour for a while after we had met up again, had a lot of sex, and agreed that we could both fuck other people while we traveled together. We were both getting laid left and right but I was racking up higher numbers and she was getting a little irritated. Basically I can’t stand her bossiness and she kept asking me for more sex than I can and want to provide. Annoying. Plus, she kept doubting my actions. Why do you do this, why do you do that, why don’t you do Y like this…why don’t you shut the fuck up. It was starting to become clear that this wasn’t going to last much longer.