A trulty incredible weekend away. MF

I flew out to a concert with friends and we rented out one area for us all for it last weekend. There were a lot of us and we were all acquaintances or friends of friends.

We went to the concert early and raged in the lot before we went to to actual show and on the way up to the show I met Melaine. Melanie was from a few hours drive away and was part of the group staying with us. She is about 5 foot 2 and very slim with a perky small body.

Melanie and I talked and danced around all through the show and then into the after party we to at our spot.

We were sitting around smoking a lot of pot and casually drinking while we chatted about the show. She was nearly in my lap on a small hotel couch. Eventually while I held the bong in my lap she leaned into my lap and hit the still cherry bowl. She looked up at me and started laughing and coughingl, spewing smoke out. She shly muttered something about how it looked like she had her head in my lap for some other reason, giggled and put her hand lightly on my chest. I put the big piecebof glass down and pulled her a little closer and suddenly we were kissing on the little couch.

My wi[f]e invited another [m]an fro[m] a [f]ar away country into our house…

It was a day like any other. "Honey, I've read the newspaper, this is untolerable, these poor people have to wait for hours before they can take the train to Germany!" My wife exclaimed as she read the newspaper. "I agree honey, it is terrible! The far-right racists in our country don't even want to bring them food and water" I responded.

I was happy to see that she finally understood my point of view. I have always worked hard to ensure that everyone is treated equally, but until now, my wife had never really showed much of an interest. I moderate a number of progressive subreddits on Reddit, where I make sure to ban anyone who seems to have fascist leanings, fascist being the term I like to use for anyone I disagree with.

I began to talk to my wife about all the important work I do on the subject of racial equality, how I doxx racists online, how I donate to the Southern Poverty Law Center, how I tell my coworkers to stop making racist jokes. She seemed to pay attention, but then interjected with "Hey you know what we should do, we should find a refugee and give him shelter!"

Artistic License {Part 7} [FF erotic fiction] [F, exh] [Fm, mast]

I'll put links to the rest of my story in the comments. Summary so far: I'm an artist with a special gift: I can manipulate my girlfriend's body using a clay figure, which I made for an art project on sexuality. First I experimented with her breasts, and found that she accepts the change after orgasming. Then I gave her much larger breasts and – just for fun (my fun) – a cock. This is how her day went after those changes.

Summer walked offstage with a smile, and was pleased to see that her handful of male students were actually working. She pulled the front of her blouse down while shrugging her shoulders back, ensuring that another inch of cleavage was stunningly displayed. She wanted to ensure that she would keep her students' attention, since they were rarely as rapt as they had been that morning.

The men stood to attention almost immediately when she walked into the group. "I'm so pleased to see you all working hard," Summer said, touching each of them on the shoulder as she walked around, "That will make it a lot easier to get through today's practice." Each student she touched swallowed as he tried to avoid staring at her cleavage.

fucking (m)y hot (f)riend on a bar tour…

This happened about a decade ago. I was in my early-20’s at the time. It was summer and a group of us decided to give a shot at a bar tour on one of the jumping ends of our city. There were six of us, four men, two women. One of the women who would be coming was named Olivia and my god was she beautiful. I had known her for about 5 years at this point, we were pretty close. She was a smoking hot, petite redhead. She was as flat as a board and kind of tomboyish, I never knew her to wear a bra. I knew from listening to her over the years that she very much had a girly, sun-dressy type girl hiding inside, but she always felt insecure about her body. She was a big drinker and a pothead, and was the type to get very flirty and sexual when wasted. I wanted her badly, but she had always been with someone or was otherwise occupied. A couple of times we had been drunk and done the touchy flirtatious thing, but nothing had ever happened. More than once I had to save her from making a drunken mistake at a party with a guy. We liked and trusted each other.

[M/M] A butt plug indiscretion leads to a pretty hot blowjob

Soooo… First of all, this is my NSFW account, and I don’t think anyone recognises me from it. I will, however, change the names of the people involved (obviously). Most of my friends aren’t even aware of my promiscuous meanderings anyway, so I don’t really think anyone would put two and two together even if I didn’t. The subject of the story does not even browse Reddit, so safe there. Plus, sorry for the long post, but I don’t think I can cut this too much. I’m hoping for a bit of commentary and help, as I’m not 100% sure how to go from here. Seeing as this is my first story, a bit about me. I’m a relatively normal looking guy, dark haired, sort of athletic build – I was in a indoor football team until a couple of years ago. I was a pretty introverted guy until I went to college. You know the type, stable girlfriend, almost didn’t drink, and all that. Most of that was due to my parents; as soon as I moved to Lisbon for college, things derailed pretty fast. I eventually got my act together and finished college, along with a friend of mine, let’s call him Diogo. He’s two years older than me, but we finished college at the same time – he had failed a couple of years, I failed a semester. We had mutual friends (he was friends with one of my college football teammates), and for about a year and a half we were even roommates, we got along pretty well. He was never the “wild type”, but he always seemed to be a bit of the center of attentions, always well dressed, you know the type. He never gave out a gay vibe or anything, but a couple of times he had “friends” sleeping over – I kinda, sorta suspected something, but none of us ever mentioned it. So, skipping to the present, we’re not roommates anymore, we both live alone, but we still hangout a lot. We usually play FIFA together at the end of the day (online, each one in our house), go out together regularly, that sort of stuff. Last saturday, we went out to a popular area nearby (Bairro Alto). I felt frisky, so I went out wearing a butt plug (one of the smallest one I have) and some tight boxer shorts so it wouldn’t slip out a lot. A pretty normal night. We met some friends, I actually got diverted to a different group for most of the night, and got pretty drunk during that time (old friends, we remembered about this place that served “tábuas” – a wooden stick with a bunch of shots in it… yeah), but we bumped into each other again at the end of the night. I had gotten a bit frisky with a girl before, but I didn’t manage to get a phone number or anything so I was a bit bummed out, he also said something about being tired and the subway about to close, so we left (together – we take the same subway). We were talking about the night, both a bit wasted, so I ended up missing my stop. When I notice it he just says “Fuck it, let’s go to my place then.” I didn’t make anything of that, it sounded pretty normal, so I just went with it. We got to his place, we grab a couple of beers and turn on the TV – some football analysis show was on, and we sat a bit talking and sort of paying attention to the show. He doesn’t have AC in his living room, and its the last floor of the building, so a bit hot, so he took of his pants and shoes (this is still pretty normal). I did the same – I was still quite drunk, and didn’t even realise he would notice the butt plug. It only hit me when I reached down to throw my pants in a chair. I look down, and my boxers are a bit stained with lube (I took the butt plug out for a bit in the middle of the night, I must have smeared lube all around). I look at him, and he’s pretty much staring at my crotch. I kind of stand there a bit, then sit down again. I’m a bit frozen, undecided about talking about it or just pretending nothing happened – I was not really sure he realised I had a butt plug on. He breaks the silence “What was that?”. He’s kind of smiling, so I just think “Fuck it, we’re both adults” and answer him back “Yeah, it’s a butt plug” (Side note: I actually said butt plug, I don’t think there’s a portuguese word for it lol). He goes “Didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff” – by now he had a full grin on his face. I feel kind of relieved, and sort of start “confessing” to a bunch of stuff I did. I never really had someone to talk to about a lot of things, and he’s taking it really easy, so it is feeling pretty good. At one point I notice he’s sort of re-arranging his balls. By then I have a semi-hard on going, and I’m actually feeling quite comfortable, and really excited. The conversation sort of dies down a bit, and we both look at the TV a bit. He breaks the ice again, and gets up, stretching “Yeah, I had this guy coming over tonight, but he ended up not being able to make it. You can stay here if you want to, no subway anymore anyway”. That wouldn’t be a problem, I can walk home from there, but I notice he’s kind of stretching with his crotch right under my face. For some reason (alcohol encouraged probably) I figure he’s doing it on purpose. I raise my hand up to his crotch and touch his cock lightly. He doesn’t move away, so I go on and start rubbing his dick. He starts smiling and getting harder. After a bit I take his dick out (after fumbling with his boxers a bit – It seemed like a good idea to get it out through the button instead of pushing them down) and start jerking him off. He’s hard by now, and I’m pretty much staring at his cock. He’s got the hair trimmed a bit, and has a smallish but nice looking cock. I’m actually pretty horny by now, and I look up – he’s still smiling, and he starts moving forward a bit, inching his cock in my direction. I figure “Fuck it, I’m too horny to stop now” and take it in my mouth. I start sucking him, eventually getting on my knees, as I was still awkwardly sitting on the couch, and he starts moaning pretty loud. I start going at it pretty hard, as he starts moving his hips to fuck my face a bit. I can take him almost all the way in without almost no gagging (I have deep throated before, but I’m not exactly great at controlling the vomiting reflex). I figure he’s pretty close to cumming, as he starts moaning “Fuck it” (“Foda-se” in portuguese, something like “Oh fuck” in english I suppose) so I pull my head a bit back. He’s holding his balls with one hand and my head with the other by now, and I’m jerking off with my right hand and holding his ass with my left. I don’t remember him getting his boxers off honestly, but they’re off by now. He says “I’m about to cum” and starts jerking off a bit. I’m undecided about having his cum in my mouth or not, so I kind of hesitate with my mouth open and still sucking him. He throws his head back, and ends up cumming half on my mouth and the rest in my chin and t-shirt. I end up spitting his cum out on my hand. I look up, sort of smirking and hard as fuck, and he looks down and says “Fuck, usually I never cum with blowjobs”. I take it as a compliment and smile back. He leans down, starts jerking me off and I basically cum immediately – I had been going slow on myself on purpose. Not sure if he was trying to kiss me or not. Funnily enough, some of my cum ends up on his leg. After that it got a bit awkward, so I said I had to go clean myself and went to the bathroom. I took of the butt plug, cleaned up and came back out. When I came out he turned his head around to look at me, as he had sat back down to watch TV, smiled and said “Cool butt plug”. I laughed, said I had some more, and he replied “I should take a look someday” and turned back to the TV. I sat again, we watched a bit more TV (sort of weirdly) and he asked if I was going to stay. I said I should go back home, got my things and left. Since then, we’ve kind of talked a couple of times, but nothing more exciting happened. We played FIFA last night, but nothing more than that. I’m into having sex with guys, but not really into relationships. For some reason I find him quite hot, and would certainly want to fuck for real, but not really sure how to say or do anything. Any ideas?

[M]y con[F]erence experience with a colleague.

About a year back, I attended a well-known conference (8,000-9,000 attendees) with several of my colleagues. The conference was held in a prominent hotel where most go for vacation.

 

My colleagues and I get along quite well; however, we mainly socialize at work and work functions with little non-work related interactions making the following interactions much more surprising.

 

There aren't a lot of female in my career field and especially attractive females are much more rare. One of my colleagues (referred to as Hette) is just that: very smart, extremely personable, and incredibly attractive (approximately 66 inches tall, blonde-brown mix hair, deep blue eyes, and great figure). Hette is slightly younger than I and had little work and travel experience when assigned to my area. She was initially assigned to several of my projects so I could begin to introduce and integrate her into our custom processes. Subsequently, we've traveled together quite a bit, but have limited interaction to work matters until this trip.

 

[DAY 0]  

Hooking up with an older woman in the same room as our sleeping(?) friends [M/F]

Last weekend I traveled to Chicago to see my friend Blake who recently moved back home to Chicago. I arrived there Friday, along with some other friends and we went out to the bars that night. We bar hopped for a few hours and gained and lost people in our group by the time we arrived at this small bar that was a nice change of pace from the noisy and crowded clubs we were just at. I noticed two women sitting at the bar close by us. One was a brunette (Heidi) with a slightly foreign look about her; the other was a cute blonde with rather large boobs (Kate). I walked up to the brunette and introduced myself and we started talking. It turns out she moved to the US from the same country that one of my friends at the bar was also born in. I introduced the two of them and we all started talking. Heidi and my friend talked about growing up in same country, where they were born, their relatives back there, and so on. Thinking that my friend and Heidi were hitting it off I went back to talking with my other friends at the bar that night. Some time later Heidi came over to me and said that her and Kelly were going to another bar. I took that as an invitation and joined her. We were followed by one of Blake’s acquaintances who had his eyes set on Kate. Heidi, Kate, myself, and this other kid went to a bar where Heidi and I proceeded to make out for about half an hour. It was sort of a drunken blur now that I try to remember it. My next clear memory is being outside of the bar with Heidi. She said that she was gonna call it a night. I asked if I could see her again. Heidi asked me how old I was. I said I was 26. Heidi said that was too young for her since she is 32, however she still gave me her number. On Saturday I texted Heidi and we agreed to meet up at a rooftop bar for drinks. As the night progressed Blake and Kate seemed to be hitting it off, while Heidi and I were getting along okay but I didn’t think anything was going to happen. At one bar Heidi and I found a quiet place to sit and talk for a bit. She told me that there was too big an age gap between us (6 years) and she was looking for something serious. This made sense and I said it was okay, but we should try to see that Blake and Kate have a good night. Pretty soon it was near 4 am and we were calling an Uber for Heidi and Kate to take back to their hotel room (they were also visiting Chicago). I thought this was where we were going to say goodbye but to my surprise Blake was in the cab, so Heidi gave me the go ahead to jump in too. We arrived at their hotel and went into their room for some snacks and a nightcap. After we undressed a bit and turned off the lights Blake and Kate made out for a bit in Kate’s bed and Heidi and I started making out in Heidi’s bed. It appeared that Blake and Kate fell asleep shortly after the lights went out but we weren’t entirely sure. Heidi and I were way too turned on to care.
We started shedding more clothing: Heidi lost her bra and shirt, and I stripped down to nothing. Once her bra came off I quickly zeroed in on Heidi’s succulent C cup breasts. I grabbed them, sucked, pinched, and bit them to her delight. Our bodies were intertwined as we groped at each other and kissed passionately. It was a major turn on to be naked in bed fondling a woman 6 years older than me. Until that night I had only been with one woman older than me and that was a girl only about 6 or 7 months older than me. Heidi ended up giving me a handjob under the sheets in bed only a few feet away from her friend and mine, who we (correctly) assumed were asleep. Being a hotel room, I didn’t care so much and freely came on the sheets (gross to think about, I know). And we passed out around 5 or 6 am exhausted from the drinking and shared pleasures of that night. Heidi and I woke up a few hours later and continued to fool around. It was brighter in the room, but with the shades drawn close it was still somewhat dim. My hand found its way in between Heidi’s legs. I started rubbing her pussy from the outside of her panties. I could feel her dripping down her legs and soaking through her underwear. We were facing away from our sleeping friends, but if they were to awake they would still catch a pretty good glimpse of what was going on. Heidi tried hard to keep her little moans and sighs of pleasure muffled into the pillow as I continued rubbing and playing with her pussy. I’m not sure if she came or not, but she whispered in my ear that I should get off again before our friends woke up. We shifted our bodies so that her back was facing our friends as she pulled my cock out from my boxers and began stroking me again. This time I could see her hand grip around me and smoothly stroke up and down. It was such a turn on receiving a handjob from an older woman in the same room as two other people that I was trying hard not to make too much noise because I was so excited. She looked down at my cock as she stroked it and watched me cum onto my stomach. After I came she kept her hand on my crotch and looked up with a seductive grin and we began to kiss lightly until we both fell back asleep. Exhausted from the night before we all slept in til midday. Nothing else really happened after that. We grabbed some food together and said goodbye as they left to go back home. It was a nice part of my trip and the first time I hooked up with an older woman and the first time I received a handjob with other people in the room. Thinking back, I wonder if her friend Kate, who was sleeping closest to us and facing our bed, saw anything that was going on?

Tamriel CYOA- 3 [F]

Ruenwel Calrion, a girl praised by her family as a genius mage. When she grew old enough, she was sent to study in the Lillandril Mage’s Guild and quickly proved her intelligence and talent several fields of magic (Alteration, Conjuration, Restoration, and other fields but these three are her best). She acquired the rank of Magician faster than anyone in her age group. Due to Ruenwel’s extensive training in melee combat with one handed weapons of any type, she was allowed to be called a Battlemage of the Aldmeri Dominion. She was even offered a position as Justiciar in the Thalmor.

However her free nature did not allow herself to be controlled by either her family or the Dominion. Although the Summerset Isles was her true home, Ruenwel often thought about adventuring in the territories of the lesser races. Tamriel is large and vast, but being restrained to a single faction to follow orders greatly turned her off.

Thus Ruenwel chartered passage from Skywatch to Anvil in Cyrodiil. And when she arrived…

[M]y [f]irst fuck in college.

I just started college recently and things have been going fine, I guess. My classes are fun, I'm making new friends, the environment is amazing, the teachers are wonderful (even though I can't sleep with them) and I should be having the time of my life.

I've actually been feeling pretty down lately for no apparent reason. One of my friends – the closest one I've made here, actually – must have noticed and invited me out for a party with some of his friends from high school who also made it to the same university. To be invited, you had to take some kind of shot in front of the people who were sending the invitations out. Mark and all his friends did it, but he ensured me I didn't have to since alcohol was never really my thing. It would have been my first college party, so I figured, why not?

He picked me up from my dorm room at around 11 that night. This guy's name is Mark. Mark's 5'10 and taking Biology, but is a year ahead of me. We met because he wanted to help out some underclassmen one time by giving them some of his hand-outs, but I overheard him talking in Japanese to his older brother about his brother getting semen all over them.

The Coffee Crew: Chapter 4: Working Up a Sweat [Futa][TF][anal][oral]

“Am I interrupting?”

Debra’s breath hitched in her throat as she struggled to stuff her stiff fem-cock back into her yoga pants in an attempt to hide it from her audience, but the idea of stuffing the hard meat pole into the spandex-like pants was one that was short-lived as it created a sizable bulge. Even though she had walked into the gym in sweats, she now cursed herself as she remembered leaving them halfway across the room. Her eyes settled on the body that now occupied her doorway, the petite body that barely even blocked Debra’s view of the hallway beyond was familiar to her, and made her body shudder in a mixture of relief, delight, and a tinge of shame. Standing in the doorway was her assistant manager Sabrina.

Sabrina grinned as she slowly shifted her weight so that she leaned on the door’s frame, the dark skin of her arms folding in front of her sports bra clad chest as she eyed the rather large bulge protruding from her boss’ pants. Her lips curled into a devious smirk as she shook her head at the situation, commenting on the situation as if she were talking about a movie she saw the other day, “You know, most women don’t usually bring their toys to work with them.”