Pegging with a Lesbian [m] [ff] [threesome] [oral] [cheat] [pegging] [anal] [squirt] [mast] [reluc] [cum]

My girlfriend, Maddie, has a lesbian friend named Uma who comes to town twice a year. I didn’t know Uma used to be into men, but it all made sense now—how she grabbed my arms, told me what big muscles I had, told me she loved the beard.

I texted Uma to ask if I could have anything in the house that she might need. When she said no, I wrote back to say I’d get our guest bed set up so she didn’t have to sleep with us.

“Aw, that’s no fun. You mean Maddie doesn’t want to have a threesome?”

“I wish,” I wrote back.

“Huh, for some reason I always pegged her as the kinky type.”

“Nah,” I responded. “And since you say pegged, I doubt she even knows what pegging is.”

One thing lead to another and soon, Uma was packing her strap on dildo. If anyone could convince Maddie to loosen up, it’d be Uma. And tequila.

When Uma arrived, she unpacked her bag in front of Maddie, “accidentally” dropping her strap on dildo on the floor.

“Oops,” she said, shooting me a look.

Beauty and the Cougar, pt. 1 [FF]

It’s a story as old as time, or at least as old as sex: powerful corporate executive uses status to have sex with impressionable young girls. Yup, I do that. I’ve done that too many times to count, in fact. Thankfully, however, there are a few things that set me apart from the Weinsteins, the Aileses and the Cosbys of this world.

First of all, I never use coercion to get those young, sweet, impressionable girls to sleep with me. When I seduce them, I make it clear that I am interested in fucking them, but I generally go to the point of killing the mood in asking for clear consent. This is partially to do with the horrible, perverse things I want to do to these girls, but I’ll get back to that later…

Second, if the girl is working at or for my company, I make it very clear that sleeping with me, or refusing to do so, will not affect their position in the company in any way. She gets no favours if she does it, and there are no hard feelings and no repercussions if she doesn’t.

And third, I am a woman.

The helpdesk girl [MF]

My name is David; I’m in my 40’s now and in a long term relationship. When I was single in my late teens through to mid twenties, I had a pretty wild time. I’ll share a few stories here. Names have been changed, but generally these are what happened. I’m a little taller than average, being around 6 foot 1. I was quite active in my teens, boxed in a few amateur bouts and did a bit of kk and went to the gym all the time. I enjoy messing around with mechanical things and wrench on old cars and bikes. I grew into a fairly burly man. I am very good natured and gregarious. I love a laugh, and few things worry me. My biggest problem is that I tend to say what I mean and don’t really filter it. I’m not mean, but sometimes I just stick my foot in it.

Other stories I’ll post if there’s any interest… or maybe just anyway: two metal chicks; being a wingman to a lesbian; sexual harassment aka the other helpdesk chick; campground threesome; hot marketing lady; the chef; data centre chick; the hotel girl; belated birthday present; tattoo shop apprentice

The Therapist [m] [F] [oral] [mast] [cum] [cheat]

I was having panic attacks daily when a friend told me to see her therapist. I’d been in a relationship that was going south. We were fighting all the time and, as a result, not having sex. Things were awful.

I made an appointment with a therapist who was a much older, very attractive woman. She had large breasts and long, tan legs. I was in my 30s. She was in her late 60s, but so beautiful it almost didn’t matter. Her skin was smooth, she was wealthy and wealthy looking.

After a few sessions, I already started to feel better. I knew this would help. Then, I started having dreams with my therapist. Sex dreams.

I wanted to share the dreams with her, but I was afraid she’d tell me this was crossing the line between doctor and patient and she would refer me to a man. So, I went weeks without mentioning the dirty dreams.

Finally, at the end of our session one week, I told her I’d been having dreams. With her. And I was hesitant to share them because I didn’t want her to cut me loose.

The Lesbian [M] [F] [oral] [mast] [cum play] [anal] [cheat]

I was new to town. The first thing I needed to do: Join a gym. The gym is where I go to socialize and chat. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all business once the headphones go on, but before and after, I’m chatting up everybody.

That’s when I saw her. She was a fit chick, long brown hair. Nike shorts and an old ratty shirt. I had to talk to her.

A week passed and we happened to both be training legs. I walked over and asked if she was almost done with her machine. She said I could work in. I introduced myself and soon, we were gym buds.

Her name was Kara.

Over the course of the month, I found out we actually had a lot in common. Same hobbies, same workout mentality, same music taste.

“Hey, let’s grab a coffee one day,” I said.

“How about Thursday after the gym?”

We friended each other on Facebook and I immediately stalked her page. She was into bodybuilding and had done some swimsuit competitions. Kept me busy for a few nights.

Half hour into our date, Kara said, “My girlfriend and I just ate a this great new restaurant.”

My Wet Dream [g7][M/d]

My Wet Dream [g7][M/d]

I am out in the yard, planting shrubs around the mailbox. I am wearing
headphones and singing along loudly to Rancid’s “Indestructable.”

“…Hells Angels in my neighborhood, it was always understood… I was
runnin’ out from the Angels, I was a little fuckin’ hood… Punk rock
was my way out and it was always in my blood- I don’t give a fuck, I
was
locked up- Should be dead or in jaiiiilllllll……….” I am
screaming
when I feel a tap on my shoulder.

“Mrs. Morgan, my Mom asked me if I could come over here and ask if
you’d
sing quieter…”

There she stood. The pedophile’s wet dream. She seriously was perfect.
Shoulder length golden-blond hair, cut in a pixie style. She had most
of
it pulled behind her ears, but a few strands hung in her face,
highlighting her giant ice-blue eyes. Then there was her pert, slightly

upturned nose, and those lucious lips, just begging to be kissed.

“Yes, of course, Laurie… I’m very sorry” I apologized.

“What was it you were singing, anyway? It sure had alot of bad words in

it.” She asked.

Palace Athena Part 2 [Lesbian][Sex club][Domination][Humiliation][Foot worship][Clit torture][slight body morph][water bondage][electrocution]

I am anxiously waiting for the car. I am so excited for tonight’s visit to Palace Athena. Last time proved to be a success. In preparation I have bought a new dress. Hopefully this one survives the night. It is white and tight. And a very big cleavage. When is the car coming? I have been ready for hours. I hope the driver hasn’t gotten sick or anything. She is ten minutes late. Where is she? I walk out into the kitchen. Maybe I should get a shot while I am waiting. I pour myself a glass of the strongest drink I have and down it in one go and then walk to the window. The car has now arrived. I hurry myself out there whilst not trying to make it too obvious I am hurrying. When I sit down in the car I ask the driver…

-What took you so long?

She is silent. She is just looking at me. Examining my breast and my hips. She drives away. The ride is long and it feels even longer due to me being so goddamn horny and excited.

Palace Athena [lesbian, gangbang, sex club, piss, scat, choking, extreme]

I am just finishing the last bit of my make up when my car arrives outside my door. It is here to take me to Palace Athena, a secret club for lesbians who are into the rougher parts of bdsm and anonymous sex. My mandatory mask hugs my face though it doesn’t conceal my identity. It is just a decorative mask made of black lace with golden details and it barely covers my eyes. Though it covers more than my dress covers my breasts. It’s a fancy, red, gala dress as per club dress code for submissives. I enter the car and the chaufeur drives off without saying anything. During the ride I can feel her gaze on my body. The car travels out of town and into a wooded area. It takes three hours to get to my destination and by the time we arrive it’s pitch black outside. I exit the car and it swiftly drives away. I am standin in the middle of nowhere in front of a small cottage and the only light that is visible comes from the light hanging above the red front door. Has anyone arrived yet? It’s impossible to know. There are no cars pr anything that would indicate anyone else being here. I reach for the handle on the door but stop myself. What if this wasn’t a good idea? I don’t know the people inside. No one knows I am here. If there ever was a perfect moment for a kidnapper or serial killer to strike this was it. I enter the building trembling with anxiety. Inside is nothing but a counter and a woman in what looks like a waiters uniform and a black, cloth mask that tightly embraces the features of her face.

[M]assaging a [F]riend

So, in one of my previous posts on this sub, I related the time I hooked up with a couple of my wife’s lesbian friends while she was out of town and had given me a “weekend pass.” Since that story happened, my wife and I opened up our relationship and became nonmonogamous/poly. As a result, I’ve had opportunities for other extracurricular encounters. One such memorable encounter was with my friend Laura.

 

Laura was a couple years older than me, in her mid- to late-30s. She was short but stacked, about 5’1″ with dark hair. I’d seen her naked a couple of times before, either changing, at parties, etc, and I often found myself fantasizing about her large, heavy, but not sagging, breasts, thick ass, and shaved pussy. She was married to Matt. Matt was tall, good looking, and a bit ripped. She and Matt had opened up their marriage a couple years before she and I hooked up.

 

[MMF][anal] I (a lesbian) fucked two guys at a party

Hey everyone! :)
This story is about me, and, obviously, I’m a lesbian ;) I’ve had a few experiences with guys, though, which I’ve written a little about, and this is one of them.

If requested, I’ll write about one of my more wild experiences, which involved some BDSM and domination, plus a couple girls. This one is more tame, however.

The first guy was a friend from high school. He knew I was a lesbian, but he always had a crush on me. He never tried to do anything, he was respectful of my sexuality, but he always had a thing for me.

The second was another one of his good friends. He was neutral about me, never had anything for/against me, he just sort of rode along with it.

The story starts in a car. We’ve just left guy 1’s house. He drives, while guy 2 sits in the back with me. We’re attending a party in an upscale house, owned by the other friend’s parents. They, believe it or not, let us use it for parties, in exchange for us keeping it relatively clean. They were pretty fun.