Exposed [public] [fmm+] [masturbation]

She jogs the final part of the trail and into the car park,. As soon as she reaches the car, she bends over, hands on her knees, breathing hard. Sweat gleams on her skin, her breasts hang prominent in her sports bra as she recovers.

Ok, run over. Time for a reward.

She opens the boot grabs out a picnic blanket, and, locking the car, heads back onto the trail. Wanders into the woods on a little used path, and finds a small clearing. It’s not as secluded as she’d like but it’s close enough, and she doesn’t want to get lost on the way back.

She finds a spot out of sight of the path and lays the blanket down, then herself.

She breathes out, relaxing, runs her hands over her breasts, her hips. Imagines someone else touching her, squeezing her ass, pinching nipples. Tracing their hand from her belly button to between her legs, but only ever above her clothes.

What happens when you run out of clothes while playing a stripping game? [MF]

Charlie (F21) and I (M25) were used to spending nights in her student house having sex as often and as loud as we liked. However, she has since graduated Uni and moved back in to her parents house, which means we now have to keep very quite and never get the house to ourselves. Charlie has mentioned numerous times how much she wants us to have our own space again, so we decided to book in at a nice hotel and treat it as a little get away. We found a good place that had a spa and pool, and booked in for a few weeks time.

Mommy’s Self-Care Weekend: Part 3 [F-solo] [ws] [masturbation] [pee desperation] [edging] [toys]

(This is the third installment in a series, the other two can be found on my profile.)

I sit there, looking at the subject line of the message that has just appears in my reddit inbox “I’m the woman in room 712.” My fingers trembling. Someone is fucking with me.

I go back to my own post and scan through it. Never once did I mention my own room number. I didn’t even mention the hotel I was in. My pussy throbbing around the 8-inch dildo still inside me as I relive the hot moments we share through the wall and as I realize that this message truly has to be coming from the room next door.

There has been quiet from that side of the wall since shortly after we all came. Him in grunting spurts deep inside her. Her in multiple rolling waves riding his cock. And me, straddling the dildo over the rolling chair, pressed against the wall, listening…urging…begging them both through the wall to cum for me as I rode myself to an intensely hard orgasm. I have also been quiet, letting them think I’ve fallen asleep.

But here I am, still awake. I open her message.

Bad Bikinis [M/f/f, D/s, Blowjob, Sexism, Satire]

I was having a pleasant day at the beach–the sun was shining, it was warm, but not humid, and there was a nice breeze–until I saw them. Two young ladies with very little respect for themselves. I put my book–Joel Osteen’s latest collection of excellent sermons–down against my chest and huffed.

“This is ridiculous? Do you see what they’re wearing?” My wife seemed far less concerned about this assault on public decency. Two young things practically shaking their bare asses for every decent family to see. I removed my reading glasses and stood up, straightening my t-shirt–from a previous church 5K–and grabbing my sandals. I stood up in a rush, grumbling all the while, and began walking over to the girls. I was muttering under my breath, considering how I’d explain the problem to them.

They were laying on towels on their stomach, obviously enjoying the sun on their practically naked bodies. Absolutely perverse, I thought, these girls were clearly not raised very well. I walked in front of them, so that my shadow fell across their tanned, petite bodies. I crossed my arms as they looked up.

My (M) GF’s (F) Sister Watched In Rearview Mirror

This encounter took place about 3 1/2 years ago and while it was brief, it was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced!

I was dating a woman named Jenny at the time and we were both recently divorced. She was (36) nine years younger than me at the time and a sexual fireball. Her ex was apparently very vanilla sexually and she was looking to expand and explore her sexual horizons! A prolific squirter, I kept a stack of towels next to the bed and stocked up on sheets. She was a smaller girl, 5′ 3″ and maybe 115 pounds with “A” cup breasts. One of my favorite things to do was lay her on the edge of the bed, slide my cock into her tight little pussy, have her wrap her legs and arms around me, and then I’d stand up. With both hands under ass, I could easily support her weight and we’d fuck standing up. This really seemed to hit her spot and in no time, she’d be squirting like a fountain. I loved the feeling of her juices streaming down my legs! But, that’s not what this story is about.

Chick Flick & Chill [MF] [masturbation] [mutual masturbation] [anal play] [couch sex]

“What are you doing for the rest of the evening” you inquire playfully in a distinct southern accent.

“Nothing too exciting. I’ll probably just go to my room and watch television since we’re snowed in here,” I reply with a chuckle.

The snow has been steadily falling all day, effectively making us prisoners of the Marriott. We’ve been sitting in a stuffy conference room all day listening to the CEO of our company and other corporate types with alphabet soups for titles drone on about mission statements, corporate earnings, and other items of varied amounts of interest. It would have been nice to get out and see the town for a bit and grab a bite to eat, but Mother Nature decided to be a frosty Bitch and snow us in.

“Why not join me in my room later to watch a chick flick and we can order a pizza from room service,” you suggest, sensing my lack of enthusiasm for being confined to my room all evening. I take a moment to ponder your invitation of what will probably be an evening of ‘When Harry Met Sally’ and/or ‘Pretty Woman’ versus being alone and watching reruns of Andy Griffith and reply, “I’d love to! No use both of us being bored and alone all evening watching the snow fall.”

Chick Flick & Chill [MF] [masturbation] [mutual masturbation] [anal play] [couch sex]

“What are you doing for the rest of the evening” you inquire playfully in a distinct southern accent.

“Nothing too exciting. I’ll probably just go to my room and watch television since we’re snowed in here,” I reply with a chuckle.

The snow has been steadily falling all day, effectively making us prisoners of the Marriott. We’ve been sitting in a stuffy conference room all day listening to the CEO of our company and other corporate types with alphabet soups for titles drone on about mission statements, corporate earnings, and other items of varied amounts of interest. It would have been nice to get out and see the town for a bit and grab a bite to eat, but Mother Nature decided to be a frosty Bitch and snow us in.

“Why not join me in my room later to watch a chick flick and we can order a pizza from room service,” you suggest, sensing my lack of enthusiasm for being confined to my room all evening. I take a moment to ponder your invitation of what will probably be an evening of ‘When Harry Met Sally’ and/or ‘Pretty Woman’ versus being alone and watching reruns of Andy Griffith and reply, “I’d love to! No use both of us being bored and alone all evening watching the snow fall.”

Hypno-Sis Ch. 01-05 [M/F][Incest][Mind Control][Big Cock][Corruption][Harem]

Disclaimer: This story contains depictions of unrealistic and unattainable body standards. It is not my intention to offend or shame anyone for their body. This is merely a work of fiction. If you struggle with a positive self image, you may not find this story to your liking.

The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this product are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidence. All characters are at least 18 years of age despite description, demeanor, or appearance.

Written By: RebHillBabe

**Chapter 1: A Real Chance?**

Thomas rolled on his bed, kept awake against his will by the moans and thumping of his sister next door. His parents were out of the house for the weekend, which meant Maya, his bimbo slut of a sister, was enjoying her freedom with her boyfriend. Apparently her sense of caution ended at her parents, as this was far from the first time she had ever kept him up at night. His parents were business partners, which meant their absence was fairly frequent, as were his sister’s antics.

Coworker (F) Shows Me (M) How She Does It On The Ride Home

I’ve always found mutual masturbation highly erotic, and this experience occurred several years ago when I was in my mid-30’s. I worked in radio for a lot of years and hosted many live events. This particularly evening, I was scheduled to do a live Friday Afternoon Club at a bar about an hour away. The events in smaller towns tended to be a pretty big deal to the locals, and were usually pretty wild.

The salesperson for this particular bar was a woman named Tammy. She was in her mid-20’s, about 5′ 10″, athletic, with long sandy hair. From past events, I knew she liked her vodka and could get pretty crazy. She lived with her boyfriend and he would usually accompany her. I never figured there’d be a chance for anything more than fantasizing about her. As I was packing all the equipment I needed for the live broadcast into the station van, I saw Tammy walking across the parking lot. She called out, “Hey Eddie…”

“What’s up?”

Tammy scrunched her face up a bit as she reached me and said, “David (her bf) isn’t going to come with me tonight. I want to be able to drink. Is it cool if I just ride with you?”

Football Buddy: Part Two (Part Two of Two) [MFFF] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Harem] [Masturbation] [Sexting]

That night I sat and watched some movies. Then I got online to check some of the stats from around the league. I did not even look at my messenger until I was finished with all my searches. I opened it, but Brittany was not online, which was good. I messaged Marshall.

‘What were the names of those models?’ I asked. I waited for a reply.

‘Sarah Nicola Randall, and Karla James,’ Marshall replied quickly. ‘You can guess which is which,’ Marshall typed with a smiley face.

I looked them both up. Neither of them lived on this continent. They had done some model work over here, but both were on the other side of the pond.

“Idiots,” I said, thinking of the people that thought Sandy and Kathy were these two models.

Both were very busty, much bigger than Brittany, who until now I thought was as big as a woman could get naturally. I was dead wrong looking at these two. I hadn’t looked at Sandy’s or Kathy’s chest to see how big they were. They both were very attractive.