(M/F) My wife’s niece sucked my cock, and now I want more..

So this story starts out with my wife (24) and I (23) living with my sister-in-law while my wife is in medical school. My sister-in-law is recently divorced and now lives in this big house with just her daughter Candace, so us moving in with them worked out for both of us, as we pay almost no rent, and help the sister-in-law out around the house. My wife and I have been married for about 4 years, as we were high school sweethearts, and now she’s in her first year of med school.

Let’s talk about the star of this story, Candace. She just turned 18 back in late October, so she’s still in high school. She’s incredibly smart, and fun to be around, and is also on the cheerleading squad. To be honest, I never pegged her as that type of girl, but she has loved it. I’ve always found Candace very attractive. She’s about 5’4-125lbs, brown hair down just past her shoulders, and a beautiful smile. Because she’s a cheerleader, she’s got some a nice pair of thighs and an extremely juicy ass. She’s clearly worked out her lower body very hard, and it’s paid off. Although I’ve been attracted to her, I never really thought about her sexually or fantasized about her. My wife and I have a really good sex life, so I guess I just never had the desire to think about Candace in that way. That would all change though last month.

[META] Why can’t you people enjoy a hot story without turning it into a PSA?

There is nothing worse than getting to the end of a really hot story and there, peeking up at you from the top of the comment section is something like:

Dude brah, you fucked that hot, stranger chick bareback and came inside her pussy? How could you? That’s like totally irresponsible brah. Like Larry-the-Always-Wear-a-Condom-Boa-Constrictor says: “Wrap it before you tap it.” I hope you make better decisions in the future.

The last thing I want to see while jacking it to stories of other people’s sexual exploits is a fucking PSA from my high school health teacher.

Am I the only one here to read pornography? Does every story here really need to include a paragraph detailing proper condom usage? Did they properly pinch the reservoir tip when rolling on the condom? Did they also apply spermicidal lube? My balls are aching to find out.

If somebody is posting a story of nasty raw dog sex with a stranger, they are almost definitely either:
1. Aware it was irresponsible and somewhat ashamed
2. Aware it was irresponsible and find that extra hot
3. Making the whole thing up

So what are you accomplishing with your little responsibility lectures other than deflating my boner?

That first fall [FF][Voyeurish]

It was a few years back as fall started to approach in her first semester at college. She was one of those motivated types, though she was a freshman she was enrolled in a lot of the same classes as me when and I was a sophomore. I was bothered by it because for me I viewed college as an opportunity to break away from the strict rules of the house-hold I had grown up in; later I would learn and come to appreciate her drive, ambition, and tenacity.
It was that first fall where she started to grown on me, we became friends, and even a little more. Her name was Nadia, I don’t know if she was 100% Irish because she lacked the stereotype personality of a feisty redhead, but she sure looked the part. Shoulder length orange-red hair, light cream colored skin with freckles covering her arms and face. She was slender since she ran Track in high school, though you’d never guess that since she was practically always buried in books and wore leopard print glasses over her sparkling emerald green eyes. For the school that we went to she always dressed kind of conservative, I almost spit out my iced Bhakti chai the first time we went to the new pool and saw she wore a one-piece. Despite all of this, Nadia had an amazing girl next door vibe. She was always classy with her clothes and didn’t dump on heavy foundation or liners.

Pretty sure I’m a prostitute for a guy [MF]

Haven’t posted in a while, sorry guys :)

A couple of months ago, I was involved with an older guy who treated me like eye candy and was given sex when asked. He quit because he got back with his wife and he didn’t want to risk her finding out. He lived up north but had business clients here so was here several days a week.

About two weeks ago, I run into one of his business clients at Target. He asks what’s going on, etc. And when he finds out I’m single, starts flirting big time. I flirt back a little and give him my cell. That night he text me for drinks, I accept and give him my address. I’ve also been living alone for a month now but that’s another story. Anyway, I get prepared and look ready for a good night, he shows up early! I let him and keep getting dressed. When I come out, he’s got wine already poured and gives me a glass. I don’t have wine cups so we drank from plastic cups. He flirts a little more and we both drink the wine. I have to watch it with wine because it gets me naked fast, he didn’t know this. I give him a kiss and tell him let’s go.

[mfff] slumber party gone wild

It was a Friday night, and my twin sister was having a “slumber party”. I don’t know of any 17/18 year olds who call it that, but whatever. Senioritis was kicking in, and I was ready to leave this hellhole called high school. I laid on my bed, listening to music in my room as my sister and her friends chilled in the basement. I was ready for a relaxed evening by myself when my sister barged in.

“Hey prune,” she said distastefully.

“Hey slut,” I retorted, putting my ear buds back in.

“Hold up, I need your help with something. Fucking TV broke.” she said. I sighed.

“Fine, but I don’t know if I’ll actually be able to fix it,” I said as I followed her to the basement.

“Hi Ben,” said her two friends. Holly and Josephine were my sister’s best friends. I didn’t know them well, since I went to a sports school. I walked over to the Tv and noticed the plug laying 2 feet away from the socket.

College story: Sex with my roommate’s girlfriend [m/f]

Some of you might remember me. I posted under a different ironman name up until recently. I deleted my account, because it got hacked. Some of the stories I posted over the last couple of years are gone forever from reddit, so I figured I would come back and start posting some old ones to make sure they aren’t lost. I will post new stories as well when I have a chance. (New stories will come I promise). Here is an old one. Hope you enjoy:

***Like I’ve said in previous posts. I figured it would be fun to go back to my promiscuous (man-whore) days and recall some of the stories from back then. I’m generally considered a really good-looking guy (used to model, 6’3”, dark hair, blue eyes, swimmers build, workout regularly), so that enabled me to have quite a fun sex life. These stories are 100% true and not embellished in any way. I think that a straight honest story even if not as exciting at times is a bigger turn on, so that is what I will continue to try to give.***

How I [f]inally fucked my long time crush

I met Kyle when I was 13 and he was 17. From the beginning I had a crazy crush on him. My heart would flutter when I saw him or, on a lucky day, if his hand brushed against mine. I thought I his it well. I didn’t. Obviously nothing happened when I was 13. We kept hanging out throughout my high school years though. The whole time I dropped hints that I wanted to sleep with him. All our mutual friends knew. You could cut the sexual tension between us with a knife. It was a running joke that when the clock struck midnight on my 18th birthday we’d already be in bed together. Of course I, being the stubborn type that I am, tried to weasel my way into his pants more than a few times before that.

[fm] Bullying and emotional/sexual rescue/nursing, [reluc] witnessing [Bullying] light [huml] light [Msub][Vanilla]

I was no snob in school. Despite being beautiful, meaning I had some lucky genes, I still hung out with a rag-tag group of retards. Just nerdy, strange, people. People who didn’t exactly fit it. Mostly because a lot of them were androgynous or gay/trans, also because they played games, watched anime, the typical considered geeky stuff. So I wasn’t by any means the top of the social food chain. Though even my friends considered me out of place among them. Having come from an extremely wealthy family I dressed well, was white, female, straight teeth, great vision, couldn’t gain an ounce of fat even when I tried. Like I said not stunning but rather lucky genetically. Enough to feel like an outsider in my insecure group of dorks. Also weird enough mentally and emotionally to feel like an outsider among the preppy rich kids.

No where was right for me. Trying to fit in I held a lot of thoughts and emotions back. About life, depression, sadness, I was very angst ridden for a while.

[mf] [inc] daddy’s discipline

“Mm I understand Mr Harris,” I said with a sigh. I was at my daughters high school, doing a pt interview with her math teacher. Apparently, she wasn’t doing very well.

“I’m just concerned about Britney’s graduation status,” Mr Harris said. “At this rate I’m not even sure if she’ll pass this course.”

I breathed another sigh. My daughter was a senior with college acceptances already in her back pocket. But since then senioritis had gotten the best of her and now she was barely passing.

“I recommend her to do this package. The content isn’t hard, it just requires practice and some discipline,” Mr Harris said. “Thanks for coming by again.”

I shook his hand and left the room. Discipline, I thought to myself.

I walked out to the car, where Britney was waiting for me. She was style in her cheerleader outfit from practice. It accentuated every curve on her. She inherited all the best traits of her mom. She had ample, perky breasts, a small waist and an average sized ass. Her outfit hid nothing.

The Practice (Hannah 1) [Str8, MF, Fsub, Mdom, oral, huml, reluc, sm] (x-posted to /r/sexystories)

Hannah was angry and nervous, but mostly angry. She had expected to be out from under her parents’ thumbs when she moved away for college, but here she was, waiting to see some “therapist” named Dr. Wilcox. As if she needed therapy… Her parents were so over protective!

“You can go on in,” the receptionist finally told her, and she huffed up from the couch and opened the door to the inner office; a burst of warm, moist air brushed her face. She passed through an odd foyer immediately beyond the door. There was a small bathroom and shower, towels, toiletries, and a few empty shelves. Weird.

She opened another door and stepped into a large corner room with wood paneling on two walls lined with built-in bookshelves; the other two walls were huge windows overlooking the college campus from 20 stories up. The floor was covered with thick, soft carpet, and a raised platform like a stage filled the corner against the windows.

“Do you like the view?”, a man asked in a deep voice that startled Hannah, distracted as she was. Before she could answer, the man continued speaking, staring straight at her, “I do not.”