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Fucking my coworker [F] at the front desk [M]

This story is a little old, but I do remember the details as it’s one of my favorites.

Her and I had been flirting back and forth for months after she got hired. Now this wasn’t the first time we were sexual, we’d been fooling around in the managers office for a while and even at the front desk. We both worked at a small motel in town, she was the afternoon front desk clerk, and I was the night auditor. There were no cameras inside the hotel and the cameras that were outside were outdated. We didn’t have a lot of guests in general and we could lock the door from the inside. She was younger than me, right out of high school at her first job, she was 18, I was 23, but we clicked after we spent some time talking to each other.

She’s a redhead, pale skin, thin, nice perky tits, a great ass, blue eyes, standing about 5’5. I’m 5’11, a little chubby (night audit will do that to you), short black hair, all in all average. Read more »

Finally living out a fantasy: The Tiny Redhead [MF]

This happened literally a few days before quarantine started earlier this year in March but it’s still so vivid in my head I figured I’d share it.
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I’m a 29 year old mixed black/white guy and was a late bloomer. I didn’t start having sex until just a couple of years ago and to date I’ve only really had about 6 or 7 partners. However despite this I’ve been trying to play catch up so to speak and get more outside my comfort zone. Honestly I’m quite happy with how much I’ve learned and the cool things I’ve gotten to do so far including participating in a couple of threesomes.

Since I never really got to have sex while growing up during high school or college I’m always feeling bumbed out of what those experiences would of been like. Because of this I always had a fantasy of being with a super cute tiny 18 year old or someone who looks like one anyways and just as of this past year I finally was able to live that out so to speak. Read more »

Pushing My Luck [M/F] [Mother and son incest]

Summer vacation was winding down fast, taking with it the last vestiges of freedom that my sisters and I had been so thoroughly enjoying. All too soon, I would be starting my senior year in high school and it would be back to dull grind of boring routine.

“Samuel T. Young, you need a haircut, young man!”

Sick and tired of the shaggy look I was sporting, my mother took me by the arm that Sunday and propelled me into the kitchen. A dining room chair had already been prepositioned on the linoleum tile there, I discovered. On the corner of a conveniently nearby counter, meanwhile, were the rest of her supplies – a pair of scissors, a comb, a squirt bottle loaded with water, and an old blanket.

She pushed me into the chair and quickly had me wrapped up in the blanket, securing it with a clothes pin.

This was standard operating procedure around our place.

St. James Baptist Church [M/F Incest] – The pastor and his wife need help preparing for the days services

It started out as just another Sunday morning for the Peterson family with all of them together at the St. James Baptist church.

A tall, gangly sort of man with a receding hairline, dressed in his best blue suit and wearing a pair of glasses, Thaddeus Peterson was the pastor of the church. Holed up in his little office, sitting in his high backed chair, he was digging desperately through the open briefcase lying on his desk but not finding what he was looking for.

When he finally gave up on his search, grumbling irritably to himself, he instantly grabbed his cell phone and called up his wife.

“It’s me, honey. Listen, it looks like I’ve gone and forgotten all of the notes I made for this mornings sermon. I got them out to make a few revisions last night and must have left them on the desk. Do you think you could run home and get them for me?”

My Inappropriate School [F][erotica][teacher-student][extracredit]

Becka sat patiently at her desk as the rest of the classroom poured into the hallway like wildebeest following their instincts to the watering hole, only it was final period, so the buses and student parking lot was where they were headed. Becca, on the other hand, had more important priorities than going home.

Sliding her notebook into her light blue backpack, she took her time zipping her bag up until all the students had left her English classroom. Mr. Probst was at the front of the classroom wiping down the white board with his dry eraser. Becka knew most girls could overlook Mr. Probst as being too nice guy looking. He was articulate, always wore tucked in and ironed shirts, and wore glasses most days instead of contacts. He was also quite the polite man. Even on the days when Becka and other high school girls came to school dressed like complete sluts and knowing they were running the risk of having one of the moody old hags of the female teacher lot send them home or force them to where the ‘communal hoody and sweat pants,’ Mr. Probst wouldn’t look down at Becka’s cleavage or up her short skirt as she bent over purposefully by him. Read more »

Room 222, Part One – [M/F] Teachers and students and a good time.

It was an autumn afternoon and the wind had a brisk bite as it blew across the steadily emptying parking lot of William Jefferson Clinton High School.

Gretchen Ames did not feel the chill however, despite the fact that the cheerleader’s uniform she was wearing was so very brief. The passionate, hungry kisses being pressed to her lips alone would have probably been enough to fight off the cold – certainly, they were igniting quite a fire in the eighteen year old senior – but her boyfriend was also crushing her between his car and himself and she found that his big, muscular body worked well as a windbreak. Nineteen year old Tommy Halpern, the star running back of his school’s football team, wasn’t feeling the cold either though, just the slender young body he was leaning into, the open mouth beneath his, and the firm breast he was holding onto so firmly.

The girl broke the kiss at last to come up for some air, enjoying the feel of something very big and rock hard against her hip. Her guy may not have been the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he was strong, he was popular, and he was hung. Read more »

[MF] [mast] [cheating] [intr] [voy] HOT FOR NEIGHBOR – Cheating white husband is seduced by the black neighbor lady next door. A cheating interracial sex story.

**If you like images to go with your story you can click for the illustrated version of this HOT FOR NEIGHBOR in the comments below. Enjoy…**

My wife and I have been married for ten years. We’d grown up together and were ‘high school sweethearts’. We married out of high school; we lived with my parents and both worked to save up for our own place. After we moved out I was switched to the three to eleven-thirty PM shift. It did mean more money and my wife was able to cut back her hours. We had found a second-floor apartment.

The house used to be one family at first. There had been no front porch back then our next-door neighbor told us. There were bars on all the first-floor windows even though it wasn’t a bad neighborhood. With the enclosed front porch the two windows looked strange barred like that.

We never got to know our initial downstairs neighbors. But a few years ago a new couple moved in. They were African-American, I never got to meet the husband but I did see the wife. She was a few years older than my wife and me, tall, slim but curvy with a large chest. We never talked but I found out she and my wife began to spend time together in the evenings. Read more »

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. Read more »