Doing the Lord’s work (mf) (breeding)

My girlfriend told me she would be going away for a week with her best girlfriend. She probably told me where she was going, honestly i don’t know and i didn’t care. All I knew was I would be getting fucked up every night with my boys. Booze, Cigars, Strip Clubs, that’s how I spent my week “off duty” and my boys were fucking excited. It was like college all over again.

Fast forward to a week later. My girlfriend comes home. We had been living together for about a year and I popped her cherry on the first date. She often “gave in” to my fucked up life. We smoked pot together for the first time, we took molly together for the first time. She had only one rule. No kids. Ever. We could fuck, as much as we wanted, but she would take her pill at the same time every day and my dick had to be wrapped up.

She was blessed with natural beauty. She loved sundresses and she was blessed with A cup tits so she never had to wear a bra. She knew I loved it when she went barefoot and she “indulged me” often.

Getting My Groove Back – Chapter 1 [F] 36 [M] 26

“I don’t love you anymore.”

I should have seen it coming in the little things that had slowly disappeared over the last year. The “I’m thinking about you in the most salacious way,” texts had stopped. So had the cards he sent me on the anniversaries of important events in our relationship. There were no more impetuous ass-pinches and I realized he had stopped looking me up and down as I circled our bed in the evenings.

The sex changed, too. He was a talker, always describing what he was feeling as he fucked me. When it became a silent, mechanical ritual, I should have known.

He was getting his love from someone else.

And now his gentle deflections whenever I wanted to talk about having kids made sense.

“There’s another woman, isn’t there.”

He was too tired to lie.

“Yes.”

“How long.”

“A long time. I’m sorry. I should have told you much sooner.”

I thought about how the work travel had increased with his promotion and wondered how many of his extended absences were spent with her, whoever “her” was.

“And you want to be with her.”

Cougars are the best!

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Too Long? Too Weird? Part 1

Some names have been changed but the story is true.

I have always been attracted to older women. When my friends were drooling over breast buds and slowly evolving bodies, I couldn’t keep my eyes off my late 30’s Science teacher’s beautiful, heaving breasts and her incredible ass.

I’m sure my proclivity for real women has something to do with neurons and synapse and experiences from an early age but as far as I can remember it has always been there and I would sometimes find myself in situations that fostered my desires.

That’s what leads up to the real story and a questions that’s been buzzing around in my head for awhile, “Has it been too long and is it too weird?”.

[M]y [F]avorite way to cum these days

I let him know my ass is all cleaned out, he kisses me hard in response

I go upstairs at his request and get naked, gently caress my clit and nipples

He approaches the bed, crotch forward, thoughtlessly removes boxers while he looks down at me with his mouth open

I devour his entire hardening dick, feeling it flex against my uvula while i tease and pull his balls. Cock hardens into my throat, saliva pours out, which instantly levels up his aggression, encouraging him to slap my cheek with his iron rod, rub my own spit across my eyelids using his dick as a paintbrush

He knows I’m trying to get assfucked, and he loves giving me what i want, so he ends his sopping blowjob for the moment, diving between my thighs to saturate his face in creamy pussy.

Just to make sure I feel properly handled, he lifts his face momentarily to mine, spitting a stream of juice into my mouth. I quiver and groan from the sex of it all, opening my lips obediently to receive the mixture, and he’s eating my pussy again before I get it all swallowed.

Call Me Daddy [MF][rough sex][married][prostitution][bullying]

Betsy came home in tears. Between raking sobs she explained that Claudia was bullying her at school. She had started a rumor that Betsy was gangbanged by the varsity basketball team, and had posted on her FB page she was a locker room slut. I couldn’t believe that she was a senior, and still dealing with this Claudia girl. As her father, I was determined to do something. Maybe call this girl’s parents. Betsy looked appalled, “Dad, are you fucking kidding me? That will make it worse. No, just, don’t call anybody.”

That night I searched for Claudia’s profile. She had dirty blonde hair pulled up in a high-pony tail. She was flicking off the camera with a wink. She was wearing tight leather pants that showed off her ample hips. Her tits billowed out of the low cut tank top she was wearing underneath a leather jacket. That wink, those hips, and her nose ring made my cock grow in my pants. Bitch was bullying my little girl. I had to do something. I clicked around her profile. She had a few public pictures. One was her pretending to fuck her girlfriend from behind. It was shot so that Claudia’s firm ass caught a glimmer from the flash. I unzipped and began stroking myself. The mix picture was a shot of Claudia being doused with beer. I could see her erect nipples through her wet tank top. Fuck, I was so hard! I had a moment of inspiration. I snapped a pic of my raging hard on and texted it to her. The dumb bitch made her cell public. I wrote, somewhat lacking in my excitement, “Suck on it whore.”

The inti[m]acy of cumming inside a woman for the [f]irst time… in the back seat of my car, while doing a beer run for my buddy!

Half raunchy, half just a fun story – because hey, we’re all friends here right? Yeah it’s a little long (that’s what she said) but where are you going tonight with the fuckin coronavirus anyway?

*The story you are about to hear is true. Only the names have been changed to protect the ~~innocent~~ naughty.*

***

Megan, Megan, Megan. I wouldn’t have survived senior year without you, for so many reasons. Yes, we’re taking it back to college days again, back when Maroon 5 was so unknown they were doing free concerts on campus. Megan will feature prominently in another story of mine so I’ll give you a little backstory (and of course I’ll describe her T&A you thirstyboys).

Megan and I were in undergrad together, graduating the same year in engineering (engineers can be freaks, don’t roll your eyes). But for our first 3.5 years we never so much as said hello to each other. She and her twin sister were the type to be in the very first row of lecture, looking all preppy, great students. I’d find some place maybe 10-15 rows back, usually just making it in time after doing a racecar project (some of you know what I’m talking about) and probably smelling like gear oil and covered in shavings of aluminum and steel.

The Hitchhiker with Three Nipples [M/M] [oral] [ass play] [paranormal] [rural]

I was out driving my truck around in the country one morning, meant to be meeting my buddy Harland over at his place to remove this big bastard snappin’ turtle that had bedded down in Harland’s neighbor’s pond. Harland bred show turtles, he’d done that for I don’t know how long. He’s still got a whole mess of them in these tanks all over his house. Some of ‘em are real nice. Well anyway, he ended up canceling on me, again.

I decided to go drive around anyway, since I was already out. So, I was taking my time on the old roads, corncob pipe in one hand, newspaper in the other, when I saw this hitchhiker, thumbing me down for a ride. I decided to stop as I wasn’t in any hurry, and this dude had a nice look about him. That of course means he had a bulge in his crotch I could see from a mile away. So, I pulled over and he threw his backpack and gear into the bed of the truck then hopped in beside me.

Staying Entertained During Work Zoom Calls (MF)

Yet another yawn inducing zoom call… I was growing weary of all these pointless video meetings. And this one was just a team check-in. I had already given my portion, but I was expected to sit silently by and just listen.

Just off camera, my girlfriend had finished her meetings and decided to mess with me, knowing I was on camera. She was a curvy Latina with big tits that she knew I loved. Standing behind my laptop, she began swaying seductively and pulled out those luscious tits which bounced pleasantly in their freedom.

I tried to keep my face composed on camera, but she knew I was entranced. Below the table, my pants started to tent while I watched her tease me. She noticed with a wicked grin.

Onto her knees, she climbed under the table and carefully pulled my dick out of my shorts. It immediately sprang to attention as I adjusted to camera upward to be safe.

Teasingly, she kissed and licked up and down the shaft. I sat tensed, trying to maintain some professionalism on camera. When my girlfriend slowly took my head between her lips and eased me down toward her throat, I blinked my eyes and sighed peacefully.

The Roommates, Part 10 [NSFW]

I read the text aloud to Kelly and we both just looked at one another in silence for a minute. I wasn’t scared of Brock but I wasn’t eager for him to go through what he was about to go through. With that said, the ball was already in motion so it was pretty much unavoidable. Unless Kelly had some major flaw and I found out in the next day or so, it was unlikely we were going back now. Hell, I already put down a first and last month’s rent and a security deposit on the house off Pacific. “Let’s just get it over with now,” I said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. She scooted to the edge next to me and rested her head on my shoulder, something she’d only done handful of times but I loved it. “I just think its crazy how all these years I’ve wondered about you, thought about you, had like, you know, butterflies in my stomach around you, and now out of nowhere we’re like, dating.” It was crazy but then again, 2020 had proven to be pretty crazy so far. “You had butterflies in your stomach for me?” I nudged her with my arm and could see she was blushing a little bit. My phone went off again and snapped us out of our moment. It was Brock again. “I should be the one to talk to him,” Kelly said, “but from my phone.”

Punished for Cheating (M/M/M/F) Gang bang, oral, anal, cheating, Bondage, Consensual

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# Punished for Cheating

*I was nineteen years old when I cheated on my boyfriend.* *He walked into my dorm room and found me in bed with another man.* *We fought, and he said he was going to break up with me.* *I begged him to forgive me, told him I would do anything to make it up to him.* *This is the story of my punishment.*

My boyfriend led me down to the basement of his fraternity, I was blindfolded and couldn’t see a thing. I stumbled a couple times going down the stairs, but his arm on my shoulder steadied me. When we reached the bottom, he told me to take off my shoes and socks. I could feel the cold concrete beneath my feet, and it sent a shiver through my body.