At my old job, we would do an end of the year trip for our teen program and take them to Disneyland. My boss had recently been divorced and her and I had lately been more flirtatious than usual. The sexual tension between us had built up so much that something was bound to happen soon. We were split into groups at Disneyland so that our group of teens could go on different rides and whatnot throughout the day. My boss and I were in different groups but had been texting as the day went on. Later in the afternoon, I told her I was taking my group to the haunted mansion ride and she said she wanted to meet us there. The line was about 45 minutes so we had to wait a bit, but while in line, my boss and I were chatting and she would occasionally rub up against me or subtly push her butt back into me. I was trying my hardest to control myself and she knew she was making it difficult for me. Once we got inside, there is a part before you get on the actual ride where you stand in a room and the lights turn out for about 2 seconds. My boss and I were standing next to each other when the lights went out and I reached over and squeezed her ass so hard it made her scream. Luckily other people were screaming too so it wasn’t noticeable. All of our groups got into their carts for the ride and her and I decided we would go together in a cart. As you’re going through, the ride is pretty dark throughout. Once we started moving, she immediately put her hand over my crotch and squeezed. I looked over at her and she was biting her lip. I was in jeans so it would’ve been more difficult for her to take those down, but she was in yoga pants which were much easier to get into. I reached over and slid my hand down her pants and discovered she was already soaking wet. It made it easy to slide my finger inside her and as I did I watched her lean her head back and enjoy the way it felt inside her. I slid it in and out until I put two fingers inside and she could hardly sit still as she felt me rubbing her insides. She was soaking my fingers and I could feel her dripping into my hand and inside her underwear. I didn’t stop the entire ride and when we got close to the end of the ride, I pulled my fingers out and she grabbed my hand and started sucking on my fingers, licking up all of her cum. She gave me the kinkiest smile after and adjusted her pants and at the end of the ride, we got off and rejoined our group as if we had nothing to hide.
Tag: Group
90 minute massage – Happy Ending, Latin_Luver
My six o’clock appointment for a “Deep tissue” message was this female CEO, of some firm. I could tell what she wanted based on the day/time she booked me. 6pm on Friday, that was her code word for “long week, no husband or kids, massage my stress away, then follow up with intense orgasm.”
She had other signs to back that up as well, pussy and legs shaven, also showered and perfumed as well. If she booked me after work or the gym, I knew it was because that’s all she wanted or her husband would be home soon.
I didn’t mind it, her tips were amazing (hush money), and she was relieving my stress as well, of massaging women’s bodies all week. We met on Reddit, when I told her I was a masseuse who provided “extra services”. I met her husband, acting a little flamboyant, and he never suspected a thing. They never do.
I setup my body stand in your “private gym”, with a lock.
I put the oils you like next to the head rest and played soft meditation music. 6pm on the dot and you open the door. “Antonio” you would say, as if that was your favorite word of the day. “So nice to see you”. This was the final code word, AKA definitely fuck me please.
Sex with a mafia princess, Latin_Luver
A group of guys invited me to Montreal Canada for a weekend ski trip. I’ve never gone before so I was definitely not going to decline that offer. We arrived Friday night and got our hotel rooms on the same floor, two to a room.
Saturday around 7pm, we all got dressed and headed for the street. The city was beautiful and I was mesmerized by how gorgeous the girls were, it was like they all dressed from a fashion magazine.
We were on our way to some dance club, when I heard Spanish music. I was looking around and found the door where it was coming from. The bouncer at the door said come in and I told him I’ll definitely be back.
We made our way to the other club and it had two floors. Hip hop downstairs and rave music upstairs. I walked around with the guys and saw some cute girls. I went to dance behind this one girl, she looked over her shoulder and turned. Instead of grinding on me, she was just facing me, dancing.
The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel, Chapter 20 (Group) (FF) (Oral)
Bruce addresses the gathered crowd. “She would like all of you to enter the room at the same time so she can give you further instruction. Please place your payment with the guard. When they have confirmed the full amount is present you will be allowed in. Your payment allows you to cum one time and one time only with the prize. Once you have had yours you are no longer permitted to touch her in any way. You may remain in the room to watch the rest or you may leave. The choice is yours. Let the festivities begin!”
As Bruce’s voice echoes off the walls, one by one they enter the room. Tall. Short. Thin. Fat. Muscular. Lean. White. Black. Olive. Nine men and one woman enter the room. All completely nude. All having paid to fuck Anna.
When all ten are in Bruce closes the door and comes to stand next to the bed where Anna waits.
“Miss Aubergine, these are for you. You may have them in any order and any combination you wish. They await your instruction.”
The making of us [mf]
My first taste of being more adventurous started as I was leaving school. I met a quite girl from the school next to mine who played at the same sports club that I did and we quickly became close friends. Whilst she was not your traditional babe she was extremely attractive with long dirty blond hair, a petite figure and probably 5”6 in height and a reasonable B/C cups. She had incredible eyes and lips and when aroused just begged to be used and fucked.
Whilst never formalising a relationship we were quickly messing around and spending a lot of time with each other. She was far more adventurous than I was but was keen to take direction and orders from me despite her more adventurous streak.
She was the first girl who was very submissive to me, she loved to follow orders and loved to make me cum no matter what it meant for her. Frequently I would end up around at her house, tying her up to the bed and then teasing her naked body before using her mouth or face as a receptacle for my cum. She loved it and would always be begging for more, despite me never allowing her to cum.
Stories from my youth – taking my lesbian best friend’s virginity [MF]
Well, I guess the people have spoken and I’m listening. You all wanted more stories from my younger days so here is one of my personal favourites. This particular story comes from my late teens, when I was a sheepish nineteen-year-old freshman taking my first steps into adulthood at Rice in Texas (still got my blue and grays, go Owls). Houston was my home city and I was proud to be the first man in my family to go college – my father was a coal miner and my mother stayed at home to look after me and my three brothers. For those that asked about me last time I posted – I’m light-skinned African American (compared to my dad who is blacker than night) 6’4 and built big like my father.
One Night in a Onesie [F] [Mast] [Risky]
The way this story is told will be a little different than my others…
I’m visiting my friends in another state again. We all decided to have a onesie night and watch movies while wearing our onesies. We passed around some smoke, taking long, deep inhales. Very soon we were all quite high. Throughout the whole day I was getting teased and worked up, by the time we changed into our onesies and smoked I was frustratingly pent up. When I went to change into my onesie, I took off my panties and bra, leaving nothing underneath the loose zipper. My breasts pushed the limits of the zipper and the fabric around my ass was tight. The onesie I chose for tonight has a tail on it, swinging with every shake of my ass. It was very obvious I wore no undergarments.
We all hung out in the living room smoking and watching whatever the group decided on. I kept checking my phone to read suggestive messages and look at lewd pictures. I kept slightly rocking my hips as my arousal grew unbearable. I kept looking around to make sure I wasn’t being noticed and put a blanket over myself.
The time I [m] 18 let two straight but very drunk guys [m 29] and [m 33] use and abuse my boypussy….whilst their other friend [m 26] recorded it all.
SKIP TO PARAGRAPH THREE IF YOU JUST WANT THE SEX…IF YOU WANT MORE SPECIFIC DETAILS DM ME AND I CAN COVER THEM IN TERMS OF THE BACKGROUND AS I DO NOT WANT IT TO BE MORE LENGTHY THAN THE SEX PART….
The background and introduction to this story is at my friends 18th birthday party she had hired a hall for all her friends and family to celebrate with her and then afterwards we went into the city centre to continue the celebrations in a range of nightclubs. We ended the night in a gay club and there was a group of up to 8-10 guys who were on a stag do as one of the guys was getting married in a weeks time. The guys had joined me and my friends at the table. It was about 245am so it was quite late and we were all very drunk. My friend consisted of 5 girls plus me and one other gay guy. The stag guys were all chatting to the girls in my friend group, apart from one who was chatting to me. He was staring at my lips each time I spoke and I did get bicurious vibes from him (he is the 29 M). Anyways, I got up to go use the toilet and I felt his eyes wonder towards my booty as I moved past him and when I turned around one of the other guys [26 m] was clearly looking at my booty as I was heading towards the toilet but when I looked at him he quickly turned and looked at the girls. Two of the girls in the group got up to leave but the guys never seemed to phased and continued to chat to the girls. I came back from the toilet to find a couple of the guys (including the guy who is due to get married) had left. There was still 5 guys there and 3 of my friends and the other gay guy was leaving just as I came back to our table.
Wrath of the Bitchprincess. [FM/FF] [bi][Fantasy] [bst] [fsub] [hml] [nc]
Greetings brave souls. This is a tale of debauchery and degradation. Strap in folks, it’s about to get dark…
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The old king was a benevolent despot. In his youth he led armies from the front rank, proving his courage and strength of arms to the men who fought alongside him and earning their loyalty and devotion. His laws were just and backed by an iron clad determination and an army of spearmen. No one expected that the youngest of the old king’s three sons would ever amount to much but when his older brothers both fell in the same battle he found himself in the role of heir. Two days later the old king died of a broken heart and so the crown passed to the youngest and least prepared of his sons.
My father was a great lord, beloved of his people, respected by friend and enemy alike. Despite his military might he held no aspirations to monarchy. He was a loyal vassal to the throne but the new King was a weak and fearful man who had inherited none of his sire’s magnificence.
PINC [mf, slavery, wmaf (indian)]
Labor alone could never get you into a city, investment was the only way to build up funds like that, smart investment over time, passed down a few generations until the family had enough of a vault and a name to get past those high walls. Time and effort, and a little smarts, and even that was asking too much of the average Joe. I never really thought of myself as average though. I spent nearly the whole of my forty four years in towns, the poor man’s city, working odd jobs and trying desperately to put the little cash my father left me to work in the stock exchange. He farmed his whole life, and in that regard he succeeded in raising me above him, and it would have made him smile to know I was on my way to have his great grandchildren in one of those glass and steel towers, never having to do any real work for a day in their lives. I think he might have cried if he saw me now.