The Camgirl Part LV: Stupid Fucking Rules [Fsolo] [Masturbation] [Slight Voy]

**LV: Liam and Blake**

**Liam**

Liam grinned as he watched Blake play videogames with his roommates. He was sitting out this round, as he’d gotten the lowest score last time. Blake had given him as much shit for that as his roommates had, which oddly, he liked. He also liked that she seemed to feel comfortable here, with him and his roommates. He hadn’t missed the way that she’d pulled off her beanie, letting her hair fall free, the moment Liam had closed the door behind them. Looking Blake up and down, Liam leaned back in his chair–Blake was standing at the moment, knees bent, ass out. He wasn’t sure if that was on purpose or not. He wouldn’t put it past Blake, but she seemed pretty focused on the game.

*We’re really together now.*

That still didn’t entirely seem real. Liam hadn’t even kissed Blake yet, but every time she looked at him…

Liam shivered, remembering even the look she’d given him when he handed her the controller. He knew she wanted him. He couldn’t remember being so confident in that with any other girl. They hadn’t given each other any labels yet, but…

Amy’s visit to the Army base – Part 3/3 [FM, MFM, masturbation, exhibitionism, threesome, oral, Fsub, Mdom, rough sex, anal, aftercare]

**Part 3**

He threw her onto the table, pinning her down with his icy glance, his face motionless but for a muscle twitching on his jar, giving away the wild feelings underneath that iron self-control. There was something terribly arousing about the hardly concealed anger of this strong and restrained man.. probably the knowledge that this anger was rooted in an unruly desire for her, a desire so strong it would have overwhelmed any lesser man long before…

Looking her straight into the eyes he slowly took his gun out of its holster and placed it on the table next to her face. She couldn’t help following the weapon with her eyes, admiring the utilitarian beauty of the well-kept Beretta M9. Intuitively deciphering that gaze for what it was, he picked the gun up again and – after carefully checking the safety – laid it down on the creamy skin between her gorgeous breasts. It felt wonderfully cold and heavy against the warmth of her skin. Thinking that firearm could kill her in an instant… that he knew perfectly well how to handle it… was incredibly exciting! Looking down at her, naked and spread out on that table before him, his gun rising on her thorax with the rhythm of her heavy breathing, he slowly started to take off his fatigues.

Amy’s visit to the Army base – Part 2/3 [FM, MFM, masturbation, exhibitionism, threesome, oral, Fsub, Mdom, rough sex, anal, aftercare]

**Part 2**

Little did she know the thick wooden fence between her backyard and the kitchen’s backyard was all but impenetrable to the eye… A few days ago the cook had accidentally discovered the unbelievable stroke of luck of a small space between the latches allowing him to watch the only woman in camp during her shower-times. He had shared this discovery with his best friend and both of them were already eagerly waiting behind the fence for their favorite time of day. Seeing her slowly work her pussy towards orgasm almost sent them to their knees. In wordless agreement both opened their pants, took out their rock hard cocks and started to follow suit.

To the great joy of the cook and his friend this became a regular occurrence. Being all business-minded they quickly resolved to share this bonanza with their fellow soldiers – for a considerable fee. No one ever complained, on the contrary, both soon had to restrict the watching crowd in order to keep things secret. One day Amy ran out of shampoo during her shower and found a new bottle on her doorstep a few days later, which confirmed her suspicion of being watched… to her own surprise she didn’t mind but actually enjoyed the idea of putting on a show for some guys who had been lusting after her for weeks. Nevertheless, she pretended to be oblivious while she slowly stripped out of her clothes in the backyard… sensually ran her hands over her soapy body… masturbated during every single shower she took.

Amy’s visit to the Army base – Part 1/3 [FM, MFM, masturbation, exhibitionism, threesome, oral, Fsub, Mdom, rough sex, anal, aftercare]

*This is my first post of a fictional story. I invented it during a dull four hour team meeting at work ;)*

**Part 1**

The moment Amy Davis got off the helicopter the dry, hot desert wind hit her, immediately covering her with a fine layer of inevitable dust. It was midday and the moment her borrowed combat boots hit the sandy ground she felt the heat of the day reflecting back. The sun burned relentlessly from a cloudless sky and she was glad for adapting her outfit to local customs: apart from the combat boots and fatigue pants she wore a loose long sleeved tunic falling down to mid thigh, big sunglasses and a thin cotton scarf covering her hair and neck. The scarf was not obligatory but it helped a lot with keeping the sand out of her hair. And with avoiding a sunstroke.

Taking in her surroundings, she found the base camp was an unimpressive cluster of flat sand colored buildings, glimmering in the sunlight. On the dusty road leading from the airfield to the camp a very tall single man approached, his military fatigues as impeccable as his posture. By his badge of rank she recognized him as a Colonel. But she had a feeling him being her welcome committee was no sign of appreciation…

Her friends wanted to watch [MF]

This happened several years ago in college but someone I was chatting with recently thought it was super hot so I figure I’ll tell the story in more detail here….

Most of senior year I was dating this girl we’ll call Julie. She was pretty tall, maybe 5’9, pale skin, sandy blonde hair, long legs, not much booty but a great set of D cup titties. She was also in a “popular girl” crowd, meaning she had lots of girly girl friends. None were actually in a sorority, but that was their vibe. They liked to drink and party and were hotties for the most part but not exactly the most intellectually deep girls if you know what I mean haha.

Anyway, the friends part is important for this story. So that’s why I mention it.

One thing about me is that I’m tall and hung. (If you call BS, my post history might help convince haha.) This is also important to the chain of events here. So that’s why I mention it.

Mdom narrates masturbation instructions to his fsub.

I’m so glad that you’ve decided to come and play. I do love playing games, and you’re going to become my new favourite toy and get to play lots of different games.

 

For this game you don’t need anything but your cute little hands, my horny little doll, so don’t start looking around for toys and supplies. I do, however, want you to start clothed. Put on whatever outfit makes you feel the sexiest. If that’s a short skirt and a crop top, with a matching set of tight lace underthings, put that on. If that’s boxers, a sports bra, and a loose t-shirt, put that on. The thing that matters most is that something is covering your breasts, something is covering your needy cunt, and there is one more layer on top of that.

 

Once you’re dressed, look for a flat surface to lay on. It doesn’t matter if it’s soft, or hard, but you need to be able to lay down. Yes, your cushy bed will work, but I want you to rip all the blankets and pillows off and throw them to the floor. You get those extra comforts. The only ecstasy you know will be what I give you. The tiled floor of your bathroom will work. Sprawl out in your dry bathtub, if you wish. Better yet, dare to spread yourself in the entryway of your home. But make sure you have enough room to spread yourself. That’s the most important part.

[f]uck I keep trying to post this and keep getting shut down… [Solo]

I’m married and I love my husband. His cock is fantastic. I can’t wait to ride it later tonight and cum all over it.

But sometimes I think about what I’d do if I was single. Who I’d do.

I dated my high school boyfriend off and on, even after graduation, but we never fucked. He was religious, and I was shy in my own right. Not too shy of course. We touched in public places, under blankets. Hormones often got the best of us. I took photos of me touching myself. Wearing short skirts with no panties.

By the time we were grown and having sex with other people, we were no longer romantically involved. Although he tried, once. Asked point blank if we could see what sex was like with each other now that we both had experience. I turned him down and now I think about that often with regret. I should have said yes.

Long Distance Changes Things (part 1) [MF] [female masturbation] [cheat] [spying]

**Disclaimer: I’m a long-time lurker, but this is my first attempt at posting. Please feel free to leave any thoughts/advice in the comments**

Walking into the bar, you stop and take a moment to let your eyes adjust to the lighting. Scanning the room, you initially frown as you cannot find her. Checking your phone, you see the message: ‘From Elyza: In our booth ;)’. But upon second look, you bust into the biggest grin. Sitting in your old, favorite corner booth was her. It was so good to see her, it felt like it had been forever. You walk over, and when she notices you, she jumps to her feet and gives you a big warm smile and holds you in a tight embrace. “Oh my god! I can’t believe your finally back!” she exclaims, as she slowly starts to let go. “Hey baby girl, how have you been?” you reply, as you slide into the booth across from where she had been sitting. She returns to her seat, and you take a moment (or two, or three) to just take in all of her. Her long, wavy, auburn hair cascading down the sides of that pretty, round face you adore and onto the tops of those perky breasts you’ve been longing to caress; the black frames of her glasses in stark contrast of her soft, pearly skin that you’ve been dying to trace your fingers up and down; those deep, wanting, green eyes reflecting the same desire that you feel; those plump, smirking, red-painted lips that make you wish they were wrapped around your co-

Sacred Night – Pt 2 [MM] [Raceplay]

By Taylor Jones ©2020

PART TWO

BAPTISTE

Baptiste had relaxed. He knew he was still a slave, that he’d better do whatever was asked of him. Still, the ministering hands felt good to him and made him feel special. Despite the heat and humidity, the boy smelled of expensive soap while he reeked of sweat. Yet, Xavier had made it clear that he wasn’t put off by his odor, when even his own wife made him bathe before coming to bed.

Now, the whiteboy was asking to touch his sex. It was probably wrong, but suddenly he sounded so young and innocent asking Baptiste for permission.

“Yes suh,” he said at last. “Go ‘head, touch it.”

Xavier’s eyes popped, as if he were barely able to believe his ears. Baptiste closed his eyes then, and felt the arm thrown over his chest lift and the flat of the boy’s hand trail downward, lightly tracing the cleft of his bunched pectorals, a thumb brushing over the prominent nubs of his ebony nipples. Fingertips glided down the washboard stomach until they ran through a pool of sticky seepage dripping in pearly strings from his dark plum-sized dickhead.

The Princess’s Desires [FF] [masturbation]

The birthday celebrations were long and widespread. Even those who had reason to question the decisions of the King and Queen took the opportunity to drink and dance in the street parties, after all Princess Helena was much loved for her compassion. She was young, beautiful and the image of innocence. Helena’s birthdays were always a celebrated affair in the kingdom, but this year was especially important as she was turning 20. Traditionally meaning that she would begin courting this year, though the rules have relaxed a little over the years.

Helena sat at the top table in the dining hall, enjoying the festivities dressed in a simple grey peplos, a light, loose fitting gown. Various Lords and Ladies approached the table to give her their congratulations, Helena graciously thanking them one by one. She always enjoyed having a fuss made for her for her birthday, she felt she has no reason to feel guilty for this mild vanity as the citizens of the land tended to do well out of the festivities — and have fun in the process. As the night drew to a close, Helenas maid, Ophelia, approached to help the slightly tipsy Princess to the bed chamber.