It was New Year’s Eve and friends of ours were having a party. Lots of booze and weed and good times. I was chatting with some friends in the kitchen you had been in the other room but what I didn’t know was that you no longer were. Cause some guy that we had met a few times showed up to the party with some coke and asked you if you wanted some. He was good looking. Tattoos beard dressed nice etc. You accepted his offer and went off to the washroom with him where he pulled out a baggie of coke and set up a few lines. You each did a line then another. He told you he’d give you as much as you wanted if you were down for some fun. You told him you had a bf and he said he didn’t mind. You smiled at his naughty suggestion. You found yourself undoing his pants and taking his cock out as you dropped to your knees and took him in your mouth.
It wasn’t long before he was shooting his load down your throat and you swallowed it all like a good little slut.
Just then I knocked on the door. He put his cock away and opened the door. I ask what you were doing and you said you had just finished doing a few lines. Buddy walked out as I walked in. You closed the door and I took a piss. As I was washing my hands you gave me a great big kiss and started making out with me. I asked you what was up and you claimed the coke was making you feel good. I smiled and we went back to the party. A few hours later it was almost midnight, everyone was getting ready for the countdown but I couldn’t find you. I looked all over and it wasn’t until I went down to the basement that I found you. You were bent over getting fucked by the same guy from before. I stopped frozen by what I saw. After about 30 seconds dude looks up and sees me standing there. He just keeps fucking you. You haven’t noticed me yet. He’s fucking you hard and you are moaning and begging for more. After another few minutes of me standing there frozen watching this guy fuck you I hear the group upstairs start counting down 10 9 8 7 he looks over at me again then back down at your ass as he pounds his cock into your pussy over and over. 6 5 4 3 2 1. I hear him tell you he’s cumming as the crowd upstairs cheers Happy New Year he cums in your pussy. He slaps you on the ass and pulls out. He zips up and whispers something to you. That’s when you look up and see me. He walks past me and says happy new year then heads up the stairs. You haven’t moved or even said a word. I walk closer. I can see his cum starting to leak out of your pussy and down your leg. I quickly drop my pants and before you can say anything I’m buried deep into your cum filled pussy. It feels so good. His cum is still warm in you as I start to fuck you in the same spot I watched as you cheated on me. You start moaning as I start fucking you harder faster. Finally you speak, you beg me to fuck your cum filled pussy hard and to fill you up with some more cum. You beg me to cum in you just like buddy did while I stood there watching. I grab your hips and hammer into you filling you with cum. Mixing my cum with his. You moan as I empty my load into your sloppy wet pussy.
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Happy Fucking New Year’s
As I sat at the bar that was in my hotel; lonely. I wondered if this is how I pictured life after my divorce, on a business trip while it’s new years eve. In about 1 hour and 30 minutes it’ll be time 2022 and I’ll be by myself. Happy fucking New Years to me, i say cursing myself in my head.
“Excuse me, can I close my tab please?” I asked the bartender that had been catering to me and my problems, it was quite an empty room with only a total of 6 people; so it’s not like he had anything better to do.
“That man at the end of the bar paid for your tab and this drink for you” he leaned towards me and told me, i looked to where his eyes were and i saw the man of my dreams. He was looking at me also, I raised my glass as a thank you and a hint to come over here; and that’s exactly what he did. I sat up in my seat as he walked over, would you want to sit over there where we have more privacy?” he asked, his voice smooth and deep. Enough to make me cum on the spot but I restrained myself. “I’d love to,” I say smiling. He held my hand as I got out of the high chair at the bar, as I was walking to the booth in the corner I could feel his eyes on my ass.
New Year’s Eve Swap with married best friend and her husband [GROUP]
As New Years is upon us, I think back to our first full couple swap experience as it happened on a New Year’s Eve in a previous year. This was the couple I had wrote about in some other stories where the wife was one of my long-time best friends who got married a few years before Mandy and I did. Julie (My best friend and nurse) and her husband Michael had a 4-year-old son at this time, and they often tried to host events at their home for other couples in similar stages of life. A snowstorm arrived this specific New Years and thus the party plans were quickly unraveling. Michael and Julie called around and discovered that their favorite local Italian restaurant was still open and had availability due to the weather. Not wanting to leave their son home without one of his parents, we decided to swap for dinner dates that night. Mandy and Michael would go out to dinner first while Julie and I stayed at their house with their son. We would in turn go to dinner after. The time comes around to get ready and Mandy puts on dark blue and black cocktail dress with a surprise underneath. She brought a pair of lacy, suspender panty hose with a black thong to match. I have always become almost instantly turned on whenever Mandy would break out the suspender panty hose and this time is no exception. The way the straps highlight the curves on her hips and ass has always made her appear to be one of the sexiest women alive and I always just want to drop everything and take her then and there every time she wears them.
How Yahoo Helped Create A [M]ale Exhibitionist
About 11 years ago, when Yahoo had something called Yahoo Groups. There was a group called “Show Me Your Penis”. The concept was pretty self explanatory; men would post nude pictures of themselves and women would admire them. I was one of three finalists in a contest of which guy looked best. This was several years and pounds ago lol. I’m sure there was lots of catfish in the group but I had a blast and have been baring all online ever since.
WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 256 Gambler Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)
“Being a hard fucking reporter does have its down side..” Clarissa mused.
“Clarissa I would wait.. No I would.. Butt, butt..” Angie was objecting to the same style that has got her ahead in this cutthroat business.
“Look Ang, if we wait then we will miss the chance cuz in a hour the Gambler will be gone” applying the final touch to her lips. “So what do you think” Clarissa asked so suddenly that all Angie could do is stare, slack jawed and wet. Very wet even as she toyed with her cunt. “Thanks, some how I knew that I would get the blown away answer from you” Clarissa grabbed ahold of Angie’s bum as she passed. Stopping just beyond the threshold to the group Moanroom, “Wish me luck” blowing Angie a lick through her gloss red lipstick.
“Yeh.. (trying to control her spasming hips) good lick” Angie was failing at control. Butt her fantasy of Clarissa tongue flanked by that shade of red just drove her hips forward.
Kneeing on the table, tits pointed straight forward, clit lusting for someone to touch it. Clarissa froze as the Gambler fingered her wet hole.
“I bet you want ‘the interporn’. Umm..” checking something behind Clarissa’s body. “Only if you can win just one hand of Mmm.. poke-her” her finger targeted Clarissa’s clit. “You’ve lost the first round” she said.
Nodding before the first word left the Gambler’s mouth, trembling with the need to cream by the second word. “Yesss.. Oh ye.. (swallowing hard) I cum OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” Clarissa moaned.
“Oh such a cute face” now playing with Clarissa’s bound tits. Each tit wrapped in its own leather binding. “Butt..” breathing heavily in Clarissa’s ear. “Ooo, you’ve lost again” the whisper was there..
Butt all Clarissa wanted was to have her orgasm even if it meant.. “OooOoooOoooo fuckkk Mmm.. Mmmmmmmmm” thrusting out her hips. Clarissa’s cunt looking for the same finger that had turned her world upside down only seconds ago.
“You, my future sex slave are not bearing too well” following her down on the table where just a light spanking away from a double loss.
“You are.. sOoo, fuck Mmm as I.. OooOoooOoooo (yea, I win one not squirting..)..” Clarissa’s breath trapped between her lungs and her mouth. “..No you can’t.. Ooo Ooooh Ooo yes yesss.. OooOoooOoooo” loosing all sense of what was on the line. Butt the clipping of metal on metal drove Clarissa’s fantasy into overdrive.
“Tisk Tisk, you just creamed for..” the Gambler purred, allowing Clarissa her leg to rub against while sucking on her nips.
“Ooo fuckkk Mmmmmmmmm..” not even sure which end triggered the first in a double orgasm again. With her clit needing to orgasm or her nips languishing by the flicks of the Gambler’s tongue, either could have been first. “I’m cum.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss.. my tit.. nip.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuckkk.. yesssssssss” this did it now with only one last chance for any salvation. Knowing that the Gambler was all female gave her solaced. “No deep strokes cuming..” Clarissa was caught once again in mid thought.
“Oh what’s a matter my sweet” thrusting her faux cock deep into Clarissa’s darkest desire. “Do I have something that you weren’t expecting” giving a little tug to those nipple clamps that have arrested Clarissa’s firm points. “You are so easy to read that I could not have been any more transparent” pulling her new found cock back till the crown battered against Clarissa’s asshole. “You look so fucking tight and.. hot” the Gambler whispered thrusting with full force back into Clarissa’s asshole.
“I won’t (at least not out loud) cum.. not until..” taking a pause as her first silent orgasm lubed the fake cock. “Until you answer my.. my.. …” taking short breaths as the faux cock plowed into her pleasure zone.
“Mmm, I know you want to cream my sweet” flicking the nips that rose above the clamps. “Cum to mommy so I can spank your cute bum” as the dildo impacted full force into Clarissa’s asshole. “Fuck that felt so good, even better than I could do maybe..” ran though the Gambler’s mind.
“Pound.. pound my ass..e yes yesss yesssssssss..” Clarissa stopping before the dreaded next bump. Searching her memory looking for the one thought that would terminate any further pleasure pushes.
“Mmm let me keep.. pounding on.. on her asshole.. Mmm Mmmm” loosing herself after so much work? “I.. I..” cum on just fucking cum! “I.. Ooooh yesss OooohOooohOooohOoooh” the Gambler rang out as her clit was punched back once again by the faux cock. “Yesss, I just came.. and and Ooo fuckkk OooOoooOoooo” the thrust only made it half way as her body rebelled.
Slipping the blindfold off of Clarissa’s eyes. “You win (once again looking behind Clarissa’s prone body), you only have sex minutes so make it quick” doing short thrust’s as the joy ran though her body.
New Year’s Eve games turn into a group fuck-fest (29f) [Group]
I suspect it’ll surprise no one to learn that this incident happened when I was a student. My first year as a student, no less. Those early (un)innocent days when the prospect of sexual adventure was high on everyone’s priority list. The University had closed for the Christmas break and mid December, and we all ventured home for Christmas, but had made arrangements to gather back together for a New Year’s Eve party. This was the first year of the rest of our lives (God help me, someone actually used that phrase. I’m not a violent person, but I nearly punched him), and it only felt right that our newly forged friendship group should see it in together.
All of which is making it sound rather more magnanimous and laudable than it actually was. Essentially someone wanted to host a massive house party, and everybody saw it was an opportunity to get gloriously hammered, in either interpretation of the word.
I’ll save lingering on the planning and deployment of the event, as, entertaining and hugely anecdote worthy though this was, it’s not especially sexy. Unless you find the idea of highlighted binders and spreadsheets erotic, in which case I’m jealous of how easily pleased you must be.
The Twin Part 2
This story takes place after The Twin Part 1. This is my fourth go at erotica and to be honest fictional writing in general so be gentle. Loosely based on real events. The names have been changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent.
[MF] The time I was straight forward to a girl with a boyfriend
This happened back in summer 2019, probably the best streak of my life getting laid. I was heading home from one of those friday happy hours that don’t end till past 10. Getting back to my house I realized I wasn’t ready to go to bed I texted a few people to see who was out.
Clearly in search of a wingman my roommate responds he was up at the local college bar down the street with Mel and a her friend and I should swing by. Mel was the current hookup for my roommate who recently ended a dud of a 4 year relationship, so he was out there making moves. She was about 24 a pretty girl about 5’2″ with a great smile, figure and matching personality, following that logic the friend has to be at least fuckable.
Making the obvious decision I freshen up and walk down to the bar to be the best wing man I can be. I find them finally after squeezing through the crowd, I remembering why I never go here. I greet my roommate and Mel, who in turn kindly introduces me to her friend we’ll call her Trish. She had an innocent look like a preschool teacher 5’7″ shoulder length brown hair and a runners body, and a friendly smile, I was immediately interested.
Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F/F/F] Part 54
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=== ***Chris*** ===
April 30, 2018
The restaurant is awfully busy, and I felt bad about leaving at 8 PM, since it’s still a packed house. I worked in a very popular Italian chain restaurant, and while we are busy, we are also fully staffed. Having me there would have been just an extra body in the way, and the kitchen is already pretty crowded.
That’s when I noticed her. Isabella. She looked lonely and she kept looking around like she’s expecting someone. A glass of wine sits in front of her and a closed menu next to it.
“Chris, I got about one table left and my shift’s about to end, do you mind taking it?” Marie told me, one of my co-workers. She’s a young mother of two, her ex knocked her up twice and then disappeared on her, and she’s a good person too.
“Of course,” I told her as she gave me such a relieved smile. She nodded towards Isabella’s table.
“Hi, um, my shift’s about to end so I’ll be handing you over to my co-worker here, Chris. He’ll take care of you, alright?”
Mail Order GF (I)
TW: Mention of abusive relationships!
I’ve never liked being alone. It’s harder to drown out the darkness, the nagging self doubt filled voice in my head telling me discouraging things as I slump through day to day life, trying to maintain a feeling of adulthood. Trying to mask the scared little girl lurking just below the surface.
When I left my last relationship I told myself I had to be alone. To heal and recover from years (starting in HS and ending in my early 20s) of mentally, verbally, and physically abusive charades subjugated upon me by my ex.
As soon as I found myself single I became a different type of miserable. While my last relationship had been terrible I missed the good things that come from a relationship (even a rocky one). Sleeping alone, eating alone, watching stupid meme clips on YouTube alone. Wash, rinse, repeat, wash, rinse, repeat. All alone.
It was like I was a ghost. I felt hollow and invisible. I no longer had to deal with violent rampages or uncertainty. Now I just had to deal with my own mundane tasks, the blandness of the expected. Had I always felt the need to live for someone else? Or was this a learned behavior?