Omegle [f]lashing

Last night I decided to hop on Omegle as I was bored and had to interest in sleeping. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the website, it’s purpose is to talk to strangers from all around the world whether it’s via text or video chat.

Back in high school I would occasionally get on Omegle and talk to other people my age, but I got my fair share of men jerking off as soon as they saw me on camera. The site is no longer about chatting, and mostly everyone there is interested in getting off to women on camera.

Last night I got on and had every single guy on there flash me within five minutes. I had maybe two to three conversations with men before they also wanted to see me naked, and that’s when I decided I should put my assets to use.

I changed out of my clothes at the time which could clearly outline my body, and got into an oversized sweater that hid my body. I wasn’t wearing any pants, but there was no way for anyone to know unless I showed them.

One of the Boys [mt (ftm-trans)] [reluctance]

*Disclaimer: this story features a FTM-transgender main character interacting with people who ignore or otherwise disrespect that status, and it’s not a story meant to accurately depict what it’s like to be trans. I don’t condone this behavior in real life. If you don’t want to read about it, you’ve been warned.*

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“*You* want to be on the football team?” The principle asked incredulously.

 

“Yes!” I quickly and angrily responded.

 

“Ooo-kay, why are you talking to me about it?”

 

“Because the coaches won’t let me sign up for the team because I’m still marked as a girl in the school system, despite the past month of requesting it be changed.”

 

“Err, well, my office hasn’t received any requests for that. It’s also, highly irregular. To be frank, I’m not even sure how I would do that.” The old man said.

 

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” I said with a biting attitude.

 

“Young La-” The principle cleared his throat. “Young man, what makes you think you walk into my office and tell me what to do?”

Married pilot [M] gets seduced by a slutty stewardess [F] PART ONE

Hey guys, first time poster here…Hope you enjoy it, and let me know if you want a part two! I got a looooooot of stories from this job!

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I can’t help it, I’m a total slut. I mean, I hate the stereotype as much as the next person (we’ve all heard about the slutty stewardesses) but for this kind of thing, it’s the best job in the world. Constant new crew, constant new places, new hotels. It’s just so easy.

Anyway, I had a week stopover in Bangkok. I’d flown with this particular pilot once or twice before and we’d always had great banter and got on well. Some crew just disappear when you get downroute but there’s always a few who are up for a few beers and he was one of them. He wasn’t particularly good looking, definitely in his late forties, married with kids, terrible dress sense, the usual. Bit of a beer belly but the Australian accent is such a turn on that I could see past it.

Normally I’m quite good at working out if a guy wants to fuck me, they’re usually pretty open about it, especially after a few drinks. First the suggestive comments, then the wandering hands. Then it’s left up to me.

Xx/xy Part 1 (fiction, gender transformation, M, M/F, taboo)

I nearly screamed in sheer panic, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

The guy in front of me shushed me, “Calm down!”

This time I screamed, “I will not fucking calm down. You turned me into a fucking girl!!!”

The guy turned around and looked at some writing on the wall and I heard him mumble to himself, “Now where did I go wrong in my formula?”

I continued screaming, “Are you fucking paying attention? I’m a god damn girl because of you.”

He looked over at his shoulder, “Hey at least your skinny now.”

I huffed, “Fuck you. You still turned me into a fucking girl.”

He looked back at his notes, “A hot young girl at that.”

I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror.

This morning when I woke up I was a man. An overweight old man going by the name of James Harmon. I stood about 6’1″, weighed in the neighborhood of 320 lbs. I was 47 years old married with 3 children. I had balding grey hair. I had a decent career working with my brother as a chemical engineer for a pharmaceutical company.

Wife’s new friend [MFF]

We’d been planning this a while now… Our first real sexual escapade is over a decade. My wife and I have been together since high school and have never been more in love! I’ve known from the beginning that she is VERY attracted to women, and while we’ve had a few encounters with other women in our younger years, things never really worked out due to excessive drinking and/or jealousy.
Well we’re older now, closer than ever, and ready to try again!
She’s been chatting with a new friend on Reddit for months now. A mid 30’s cutie named Erin who lives a few states away. They connected in a bisexual subreddit and hit it off immediately. Both my wife and her new pal have similar body types. They have equally large breasts (DD) and carry the perfect amount of extra weight (nothing sexier to me than a soft tummy on a beautiful woman). Both have a decent amount of tattoos, and both have been dreaming about this meeting for months! Sexting sessions between the two have become almost a nightly routine, while I sit by, smoking a joint and looking on, unbearably turned on by how excited this girl who we have yet to meet in person makes my gorgeous wife. Now, my wife loves sex, and gets very wet when excited, but this was like the floodgates opening! She gushes every time they chat!
So the day has finally come! We have a hotel room reserved in the state between us. It’s about a 3 hour drive for us, and we’re almost there! Erin got there early and has been waiting at the hotel bar for an hour already. She sent us a quick snapshot of her pussy dripping all over the barstool under her leather skirt. “I think the bartender caught a peak” she added. “It’s ok, she didn’t seem to mind, and I’ll tip her well”!
We walk into the hotel bar and there she was, the only patron in the place, clearly flirting with the female bartender while she waited. We exchanged hellos and hugs, then got a table to attempt to catch up drink-wise. My wife and Erin were all over each other immediately. They kissed and teased each other the entire time we were drinking. I was elated and rock hard, but I think the bartender was a little jealous. After about an hour and a few rounds, we headed to the room.
The girls couldn’t keep their hands off each other on the way to the room. As soon as the door closed behind us they both completely disrobed. Once nude they stopped and looked at me.
“Strip and sit” I was told by my wife in a very firm, yet seductive voice. I obeyed, removed my clothes down to my bare ass and sat in the plush chair in the corner of the dimly lit hotel room.
The girls mouths locked in a fury of tongues and desire that drove them both (and me) wild. Within what seems like seconds they were on the bed, caressing each other enthusiastically. It was clear that they had both been yearning for this meeting for a long time.
My wife grabbed Erin firmly by one of her pink dyed pigtails and kissed her passionately. They groped each other breast’s and midsections, until my wife decided it was time to go lower. She started licking and teasing Erin’s nipples while she ran her finger gently across her soaking pussy lips as her holes pulsed. I could feel the anticipation from my chair, where I sat holding my balls, tightly clenched in my fist, squeezing, then releasing, squeezing, then releasing. I have a ball busting fetish, which is one of the topics that got these girls chatting. Erin has never abused a mans testicles before but she was very intrigued by the stories my wife shared and she couldn’t wait to give it a shot!
My wife teased Erin’s soft, pale midsection with her tongue as she slithered her way lower with each exhale.
She was now between Erin’s legs, which were shaking with anticipation. Then, just as my wife’s tongue was about to part her friends pussy lips, Erin jerked her pelvis back and said “Wait! I want to taste you while you taste me”. She flipped my wife over onto her back beside her and jumped to her knees. With her heavy hanging breasts running down my wife’s body as she straddled my wife’s face, getting into the 69 position, they both began kissing each other’s vaginas with an incredible passion. Tongues were sliding up and down, in and out, while fingers went from one hole to the next. They were in ecstasy, and my cock was as hard as it’s ever been. My balls pulsed with that ache that I know too well. That feeling that I want my balls squeezed and pulled, slapped and punched. It may sounds odd to some, but it’s heaven to me.
The girls devoured each other like the other’s pussy held the secret of life. Seeing my wife in such ecstasy sent me over the edge. I could cum just watching them. No touching required. But that wasn’t how the night went.
After what seemed like only a few minutes, but in reality was well over a half hour of the hottest 69 I have ever seen (on the internet or in real life), Erin came, hard. My wife savored every second and every drop. She fucked her new friend hard with her tongue while groping her plump ass and thighs. The juices flowed down her face and over her chest. I was as erect and solid as I’ve ever been.
Erin had finished, but wasn’t even close to done. She licked and fucked ferociously and reached up, grabbing my wife’s ponytail, that had crept its way to the side of her neck. As Erin pulled and licked, my wife exploded. She squeezed and moaned loudly, covering her own mouth. Her entire body quivered. Shaking relentlessly.
Erin flipped herself up so they were head to head and they held each other tight, kissing softly and staring into each others eyes. Then, as if they had heard my inner voice begging for it, they turned and looked at me.
My wife stood up, her huge tits glistening in the moonlight that poured in through the open window. She walked over to me with a strut that made me swallow hard. She was on a mission. She put her hands on my shoulders and slid them down my torso. She grabbed by balls in her clenched fist and pulled me up out of my chair with a clean, quick jerk. She escorted me to the bed. “Sit” she ordered me.
Erin had grown curious. She’d gotten up from the bed and was standing next to my wife, her face and tits dripping with my wife’s fluids. She had a satisfied yet quizzical look on her face.
My wife climbed on top of me, kissing me passionately. I could taste Erin on her lips and it drove me wild. She pushed me back into the bed and turned, straddling me in a reverse cowgirl position.
She waved her finger as if to say “come here” to her new lover. Erin took a few steps toward us, and dropped to her knees. My wife held my balls up, over my cock, exposing them to her partner in crime.
“Slap them” she instructed.
Erin leaned forward and gave my balls a gentle tap.
“Harder. Much harder” my wife commanded.
Erin smiled with a frightening grin. She then pulled back her hand, and slapped my testicles as if slapping the face of guy who had just grabbed her ass at the ATM machine. I recoiled immediately and held my balls tight. My wife looked up at Erin and said “perfect”. She stood up and they kissed while I recovered from the pain.
My wife went to our bag and presented a set of restraints. They attach to the bed at all four corners. She handed a pair to Erin. “You tie his legs” she instructed, “I’ll get his hands”.
As Erin secured my legs to the feet of the bed, my wife stretched my arms out to the top and tied me down. I was completely helpless. My penis and balls exposed to my wife and her friend. And they had plans…
My wife straddled my face, dripping all over me. Her pussy tasted amazing. She had handed Erin a cock ring to put on my member and another for my balls. She handled me roughly while securing them in place. Once they were on tightly that sinister grin returned to her face.
“Have fun” my wife said. With that Erin stood up, turned, pushing her ass out towards me, and dropped, right on my balls. Her cheeks slammed down hard, the pain was immense. It was incredible! I lapped and licked by wife’s pussy harder and faster. Tickling her asshole with every other swipe of my tongue.
After a few minutes of butt drops and straight on punches to my nutsack, my wife reached over and grabbed Erin’s face, bringing her in for a hot, wet kiss. Erin climbed on top of me and slid my cock inside her while making out with my wife. They kissed and she rode while I licked. Just before I was going to explode they slowed the pace and got up. Erin came to the top of the bed and straddled my head. Her soaking wet pussy positioned firmly on my mouth, she rode my tongue as if it were a hard dick.
My wife sat on my cock, grinding against me. After a minute she withdrew my cock from her pussy and rubbed it gently across her asshole. It was wet, relaxed and ready. My cock entered her tight little hole with almost no resistance.
She gasped at the depth, biting her lower lip with pleasure.
Erin needed to taste her new friend again. She stood up and walked to the end of the bed. Her body shimmered as she walked. My wife was riding my cock and squeezing my balls while facing away from me. Erin dropped to her knees and took my balls from my wife’s hand and pulled them down as far and hard as she could, squeezing them together tightly. Once they were out of the way she proceeded to slide her tongue up and down my wife’s clit. She sucked on her clit at first, then shoved her tongue deep between her lips. My wife came almost immediately. She quivered and spasmed in ecstasy. Every muscle in her body contacting at the same time. Her juices poured down Erin’s throat and over my balls and down my ass. I exploded inside my wife’s asshole in an orgasm that went on forever. We lay there panting, catching our breath for a few minutes. The girls removed my restraints and crawled into bed. We slept together, me on one side, holding my wife, while she held Erin’s body close, caressing her bare breasts and stomach as they dreamed of their next encounter.

I get Val to let her inner goth back out [M] [F]

I’ve been telling you about my continuing adventures with my wife “Valerie.” Presently, I have come home to her every day, but today’s memory comes from the day we packed up her tiny apartment’s contents and moved them into a place big enough for everyone.

It had been an amazing year for me. Not only was work going great and my kids were living with me, but I had Val. We had come to a very important place in our lives. While we were still uneasy with the idea of being married again, we knew we wanted all of us to be together. So, it was decided that her and her son would join me and mine.

When it was time to do the heavy lifting, everyone pitched in and in no time at all our house was full of love… and boxes of shit everywhere.

Lola [FMf] [incest, sexual abuse][homophobic parents][emotional manipulation]

i wrote this story as i am reflecting on my experience as a lesbian, victim of sexual abuse. it is not autobiographical. it is more like a nightmare based on my experience.

technical notes: i take liberties with the practice of ivf and describe a procedure that does not currently exist.

fair warning: this is an honest, realistic depiction of experiencing sexual abuse as a young adult. the character suffers emotional pain throughout, and is passively suicidal. none of that ”the victim learns to love it” bullshit. i do give the character a happy ending where she triumphs over the abuse.

fair warning 2: there is a forced pregnancy, and the use of drugs to make the victim pliable.

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She’d just turned eighteen. Just graduated high school, a straight-A student, shy and reserved. She was looking forward to the summer, maybe do a few wild things for the first time, and prepare for college in the fall. Turns out it was a trap.

Senior year – New me, Latin_Luver

I walked into high school a different person after spending the summer exploring the body of beautiful girl. My confidence level was at an all time high and working out all summer paid off. I won gold medals in the wrestling tournaments and became captain of the team.

It was an amazing feeling hearing my name on the loud speaker as I continued to win every match. I remember walking down the hall and girls turning around, giggling saying “look there he is”.

It was about two months into school when Kim, the cute black girl who took my virginity, came up to me. She said that she broke up with her boyfriend and wants a friend with benefits and didn’t care if i saw anyone else, she asked if I would be that friend.

I told her that I would love to be that friend, what did she have in mind. She said that her mom works almost every night and I could come over whenever she wasn’t home. I remember how tight she was when she took my virginity, I couldn’t wait to feel it again.

Pushing My Luck [Warning: Mother / Son Incest]

Before you start reading this, be warned that it is about an incestuous relationship between a mother and her eighteen year old son. Stop reading now if that isn’t something you’re interested in reading about.

**Pushing My Luck**

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.

Handjob from [M]y gf Best [F]riend

Hi all, first of all this is a throwaway account for obvious reasons. I am reading the stories here everyday, but it’s the first time posting. Also i am writing from my phone, so sorry for the typos.

So this happend when I was in a relationship with my now ex-gf, some time ago. We met through an ex class mate of mine from high school (let’s call her A), which became her bf in university. We were pretty good friends in highschool but never anything more than that. I can’t deny I sometimes had fantasies about her. A is redhead, probably 1.7m tall, green eyes, thin and have some really big boobs.

As she and my gf were close friends we were usually hanging out a lot togheter.

One night we were having some drinks at our place. We were listening music, chat, laugh and of course drink. At some point, late in the night when we all were pretty drunk A wanted to leave, but since it was late (and she was drunk), my gf insisted that she could spend the night over instead of taking an uber home. My gf gave her some clothes to sleep in – shorts and a t-shirt. A is a bit taller than her and with bigger boobs so the clothes were really tight on her body and the view was awesome.