Get Down With The Thiccness Part 2 [Huge Cock] [Teacher X Student] [Extreme Creampie] [Interracial]

For Christine, the days since meeting the new member of the 5th floor became slower and slower. Her work days as of late usually consisted of calling various on campus maintenance men to fix the chaos which the students on the 5th floor put their rooms through. 5-A had broken their oven because they thought it would be funny to see what happened when you heat up a fire work in there. Apartment 5-C would be fixed almost every other day due to them breaking a door or punching a hole in the paper-thin walls in the apartment. Christine sat in her quiet office, only the small fan in the corner of the room buzzed softly as cold air was blown into the room. She slowly rubbed her temples with her eyes closed, a light headache slowly overcoming her after a long conversation with Barry the builder.

Barry, a rather old, podgy man was called by the beautiful floor manager to fix the bathroom door in apartment 5-D. The phone call was a headache for her in a number of ways: Barry would always try to flirt with her over the phone, letting her know how attractive she was and how he would love to take her out to dinner. 

My GF sister and I [MF]

First of all English is not my first language so I apologize for my grammar mistakes.

The story started about 5 months ago, my girlfriend has a beautiful skinny sister with big breasts, a beautiful ass and a wonderful face (my girlfriend is 23 years old and sister 19). They share an apartment downtown and for obvious reasons I’m always there. Some time ago I noticed that whenever I was in the apartment, her sister would not take her eyes off me and was always making an excuse to be around. One night we decided to see a movie in their apartment and she soon joined us. Somehow she managed to get me between her and my GF on the couch, it was cold and we all shared a single blanket. About 20 minutes later my girlfriend slept and it all started.

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 7 [nc, rape, oral, interracial, rough, MF, Mf, mdom, cuck]

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly

Chapter 7

Terry had arrived before Stace returned from school, waiting for her at the front door.

“Don’t run, slut spawn.” He cautioned in a mild voice when Stace spied him. “And if you call the police, I’ll say you’re just a racist white girl hating on a poor black man down on his luck.”

“Get – out of here!” She stammered.

“I will. As soon as I get my due.”

“Mamma’s at work.”

“I can wait until then.” He grinned and pulled a worn, faded Rubik’s cube from his pocket.

“Get away from our door.” Stacy ordered, calming somewhat.

“Nope. I’m sticking right here, until your mamma gives what she owes me.”

Stace drew on her well tended pluck. “Don’t move.” She plucked keys from her jacket and ignored the fat black man while she unlocked the door.

“You’re as stupid as she is.” Terry pushed his way into our home, catching my daughter up in his wake. He shut the door behind him.

Stace ran to the end of the short hall. It was as far as she could get from her mother’s rapist. “Daddy! Help me!”

Stories about [M]e and my pawg slut ex-girl[F]riend – Part 1

A bout of sexual frustration with my current girlfriend has me reflecting a lot on stories about my ex – she was the 1-in-a-million kind of girl who you can never, ever forget, and you just know that you’ll never find anyone else who can fuck like her. The stories I have range from ages 18 – 23 (mainly the ages that we dated) and I’d like to share some of them with you.

Description of her :
I’ll call her Katie (not her real name). Katie was sort of hippie-ish, with long, thick and wavy blond-ish hair. She was fit (a runner) with small-to-medium perky tits, with small nipples that would get really satisfyingly erect when she was turned on. Her ass though, was to die for – she was just a total bubble butt pawg. It was so, so round and stuck out so far when viewed from the side. There will never be anything like a skinny girl with a plump booty, and plowing her from behind or watching her bounce on my dick in reverse cowgirl is burned into my memory forever.
Katie’s demeanor was bold and independent, but kind and eager to please. We were super, super close and truly best friends in addition to being romantic partners. This is one reason I think sex with her was so good – we were able to shatter a lot of boundaries and explore a lot of things most couples never do because we weren’t afraid of judgement and could talk about anything together. She was also the horniest person I’ve ever met in my life (and this will become even more true as the stories progress). That seems like enough of an intro, so I’ll dive into a story:

[MF, Cheating, Real Experience] My Fuck Buddy Part 1: How It Started

Welcome to my 3 part series, this is revolved around my relationship with a friend of mine called Natasha. She and I were (and still are) in a sexual relationship with each other at university. The character of Amy/Amyla in my other published series’ are based off of her! I will also be referring to myself as XXX in this short series. Before I begin with how this relationship began I will note that while 99% of this is true, I will be writing it as if it was one of my other writings. Hope you enjoy and always open to questions ;)

It started in June 2018. I was at University living in an accomodation building. On that evening I was in the library, finishing some class work which I was not even close to completing. I had been in there for a few hours, fuled by a can of Dr. Pepper to give me extra energy. I had my phone beside my laptop, charging in the plug socket close by the table which I was sitting alone on. While the sun began to sink below the horizon and the darkness began to envelop the campus I received a buzz on my phone. Curious I looked over at the screen to see a WhatsApp message from Natasha. A friend of mine whom I met in 2017.

[M]y [F]latmate, naked (long)

This story sadly does not have a particularly happy ending and honestly, I regret it. I lost a good friend to it, and I should have known better. Despite that, I think it’s a good story, and there were some really steamy encounters.

It all began with me flathunting. I had to move out of my small one bedroom apartment due to the landlord claiming Own Usage, basically the only way you can get a tenant out in Germany. I wouldn’t be able to afford an apartment on my own with housing prices what they were, so I started looking for shared flats. Now, I’d been living here for almost four years so I had pretty decent connections, or so I thought. But there was no opening in any shared flat where I actually wanted to live, so I had to strike out on my own.
Mara and me knew each other from doing some volunteer work together, and she was about to start her studies here and was also looking for a place. Honestly, I was a bit sceptical – she was a couple years younger than me, had never lived in a shared flat before and I knew her as somewhat holier-than-thou. We had a couple phone calls, talked about what we expected from living in a shared flat, and discovered that we actually got along great – similar sense of humour, similar expectations on how to live together.
We found a flat quickly enough – not a great part of town, but well connected, and the flat itself was great. Very bright, good partition for shared living, affordable. We also found a third flatmate, who sadly turned out not too socially compatible with us, but at least he cleans up after himself.

About last night, I think I’m going to be a hot wi[f]e ??

For those who wanted to know the details of my post from r/gonewild lemme lay it on you.

For the past five years, I have been fucking and teasing other men behind my boyfriends back like a proper cheating slut. I love him to death but the thrill makes me cum so hard when I am with another man. My Pinterest dream board looks like a hot wife but I never knew how to approach it, so last night might be the catalyst to my best life.

My boyfriends friend Mikey came to visit and we put him up while he was in town for a convention. Saturday, we drank all day from brunch until the last night. After the last bar, we walked to the liquor store and grabbed a bottle of tequila and headed home. Margaritas turned to shots quickly and the night started to turn.

I found myself in the living room dancing around and singing. Indie rock turn to rap as I made my way over to my boyfriend and grinded on him a little and gave him a passionate kiss. He knows when I go at him I am telling him I am wanting him. They poured a few more shots and I sat next to Mikey at the kitchen island swaying to the music.

I [F] had a virgin and shy boy [M] fuck my throat

New staff entered low positions where I work. I started chatting with one man and he was too shy. He told me his name was “Luis” (not his real name) and that he was 19 years old. He is very small, even more short than me, thin, and an adorable child’s face. I talked to him and gave signs of a virgin everywhere. Sometimes he didn’t even look me in the eyes, he doesn’t have a girlfriend, and he’s just clumsy to talk to women. Although sometimes I discovered him watching my ass.

The weekend came and several partners we organized to go to a bar. He didn’t want to go, but I practically begged him a little to convince him.

I decided he wouldn’t dare, so I went straight. He said he had to go to the maximum at 2am for his parents. At 1am I told him to go to my apartment, I just told him, I didn’t ask hehehe. He was visibly confused. I didn’t give him time to react, I took my bag and said goodbye to everyone. He followed me. In the car he asked me a thousand times, why go to my apartment? I just told him to drink a little more.

[MF] Supportive friends and the knife it conceals [Cheating]

This is my first time posting in this subreddit and I’m not entirely certain what the community here prefers in writing style and focus. I typically message people in other communities, DPP and APPP. I responded to a DPP thread where this person wanted to feel cheated on as a cuckqueen. I felt jumping right to it with humiliation and degradation would be common but going from start to end not so much. I however tend to feel while specific scenes may be hot that nothing captures my interest quite like backstory. I feel a backstory helps to set tone and permits something of a character arc, even if somewhat small or one-dimensional. I felt detailing inner turmoil or some kind of emotion and something of a proper motivation in the parties are essential. No matter the medium it helps characters come alive and fiction to feel more real or believable. This story was intentionally written in a manner where my character is informing his partner of what had happened in the manner of a narrator to a novel. It was also largely written while I had down time at work so significant chunks of it are not to my liking whether in how things were phrased, that they were rushed through or I just felt it a bit too cliche. I’m pretty certain that anyone will readily recognize those sections when they come across them. I felt I would post it anyway as something of a draft to see whether others share my views of it, if the style is acceptable or if a different style of story telling is preferred. I had gone over it with only a light editorial pen so consider it a rough draft even for what it is. I welcome all criticism, critique and anything else into consideration for any future posts. Without further ado…

I brought an Instagram Escort to my office parties [MF]

I know you shouldn’t mix business and pleasure. That’s the logical thing to do. But when you’re under a lot of stress and can’t keep it together, sometimes you do some stupid shit. That’s exactly what I did not too long ago.

My work is really stressful. Competitive, have to hit numbers/goals. We’ve gone through a bunch of mergers, and with that comes layoffs and new expectations. You corporate America folks probably know what I’m talking about. I work in an industry that’s like 90% male. They’re single, make a ton of money, and living the ultimate bachelor life. So the culture could be very macho. Which is fine I suppose, but just giving you context.

We have these work parties periodically. Well it’s not really a work party, just a guy hosting some work friends at his beach house or something. These guys are competitive with the women that they bring. Some kind of weird alpha dog trophy girlfriend type of show. In the past, I didn’t really like going to these parties. Don’t get me wrong, it’s cool to hang and chill. But I don’t really need the grief my friends give me, when I show up solo.