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Hello again! My second ever erotic short story. The first one was also with the same theme: a maternal figure seducing, partly intentionally and partly by accident, a young, inexperienced man. I hope it’s easy and fluent reading, since English isn’t my native language. And if you also enjoy pornographic videos or are just otherwise interested in seeing me, you can check my videos on Pornhub with the same user name.
Mommy and the boys sleep over
So I brought my ‘A-game’ even though I was having doubts about meeting up with ‘Chad’ again.
[The TLDR is that ‘Chad’ (aka Sir Cums Alot) was a (for me very uncharacteristic hookup), and a weird drunken one-night stand kind of thing from a party I was at a few weeks ago. And he and I are of *very* different types, he’s more of the ‘cool party people’ variety and me – not so much, but pool parties have a way of equalizing many things somehow].
And so, we’d texted since then and I agreed to meet for drinks last weekend with him and see what happened from there. And even though I was deeply doubting the wisdom of this beforehand I absolutely put in my maximum preparation effort anyway – I had a thorough shower and scrub, meticulously shaved all the bits, did the hair, filed my nails, polish on my toes, lip gloss/eye liner, expensive underwear option, agonized over clothing options, etc. And, most significantly to what follows later – I had also continued to NOT masturbate as I typically do in the shower. I’d been on a fast since we’d agreed to meet up again so as to be extra hungry, which at this point had been three days and I’m typically an everyday girl that way. So I had a bit of a charge on and (I thought) looked good enough for someone to want to help me deal with it.
In response to one of my prompts with the same name as the title of this post, I found an amazing partner u/ScrittoreNotturno. Together we’ve written quite a few chapters about a man and his sugar-baby who left him years ago, but he’s now back in her life. This is the next chapter, and the first one can be found [here](https://redd.it/cibr01)
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Addie’s face was a whirlwind of emotions as she continued eating without speaking. Michael could sense the defeat she was struggling to accept under her calm exterior. When she finally rose to say she had lost her appetite, Michael hardly paid a glance at her as if it were of no consequence to him. He simply kept enjoying his steak.
By the time she came back, he had almost finished eating. He let the phone with the picture stay on the table, much in the same uncovered way as her panties, as he finished the last few bites of his meal. Only after he had downed all his wine did he pay any attention to her phone again, as if that were the least of his concerns then.
Crash! ‘Fuck!’ I’m covered in some unknown whiteish goo, a big flask just dropped from a shelf onto the work bench below, smashing a bunch of other containers and splashing the mixture all over me. I can even feel some up my nose and taste some in my mouth, a sweet yet bitter and chemical taste. I think I accidentally swallow some. The guy giving us the tour shouts and quickly ushers me to the next room, into a shower and tells me to strip and wash as quickly as possible while he gets help. I tear off my clothes quickly. My right eye and my lower lip stings, the shards must have cut me.
My skin that was in direct contact with the goo is tingling intensely, and I feel suddenly extremely turned on! I forget about the shower for the moment. There is some goo on my fingers, but I don’t care, I need to get off right away. I curl my middle two fingers into my pussy to work my g-spot as my palm bumps against my clit. I’m soaking wet and immediately finger myself at a furious pace as I pinch my nipples hard. In just a few moments my legs and stomach start quivering, and I drop to the floor as I cum so fucking hard I see stars. Through a haze I see my clothes before me and without thinking I scoop up a much bigger glob of goo and reach behind me. I rub it in circles around my butthole before pushing two fingers deep inside, setting of a second orgasm, my ass pulsing around my fingers as I moan and quiver.
Mily and I have been friends for six years. We met at a mutual friends summer BBQ and hit it off. Turns out, she’s married, has kids, does the whole 9-5 thing, lives in the suburbs, has a miserable commute, etc.
Her husband was a bit of a bore. He is that reliable sort of husband—schlubby looking, heavy duty dad bod, same haircut since he was 16 type of guy. He’s got an anger problem, loses his temper quickly, drinks too much, etc. But he’s a great dad and despite it all, a reliable husband. Mily resolved that the pros outweigh the cons. And so even though there was no flame, no attraction and the most boring sex, she was committed to him.
One afternoon, when she was near my office, she called to see if I wanted to grab a quick coffee. She asked if I was seeing anyone. I said I wasn’t—and was actually happier that way. I could date around, sleep around, and had no obligations hanging over me.
She sighed.
As one sometimes does, I spent a day edging, playing with my cock and balls until I almost couldn’t take it any longer and then easing off. There’s worse ways to spend the day for sure. I was planning on having a “grand finale”, as it were, later in the evening, but completely forgot I’d made plans at a local bar with some friends. I figured, whatever, I’ll go and have some fun, and then I’ll get back later tonight and finish what I started. It’ll be so much the better.
I had, unfortunately, somewhat underestimated how close to the edge I was when I went to the bar. I was sitting there, feeling my balls EXTREMELY full and EXTREMELY sensitive between my legs. My cock never got less than half-mast, and I couldn’t pay any attention to what I was doing. I was trying to make it go back down, but the opposite was happening, when I saw a particularly attractive girl and felt what can only be described as a spontaneous ruined orgasm. Much to my embarrassment, I felt my balls begin to empty, and a load begin to run down my cockhead to coat my sack.
Sorry for the wait for part 7, I have been very busy and havent really been in the right mood to write. Hopefully this was worth the wait! anyone who is excited for My Fuck Buddy Part 2 will be glad to know that it will be the next submission posted after this :) hope you enjoy!
*Click* the camera snapped another selfie of Christine as she posed erotically for the photo. Pulling her tight, form fitting top down to make her cleavage spill out of the neckline. Her glossed up lips where parted slightly with her tongue brushing across the plump DSL’s between her legs sat the huge dildo which had become her partner in crime as of late. Making creepy old men and hot young studs cum for her while she performed for the camera. Since her first show she had grown in more ways than one; her profile had quickly become the top 10 on the cam site in which she had devoted 5 nights a week to. It made her confidence grow from sheepish to the way she was with George and his big fat cock.
Technically the whole family adopted Cooper, but from an early age it became apparent that he was Brittany’s dog. He answered only to her call, slept at the foot of her bed, and spent every waking moment he could right by her side. Naturally Brittany’s sister Sarah was a little jealous, but in time she simply smiled at the dog’s antics. It certainly wasn’t like Cooper meant to offend her, and the time the dog left her alone gave her more time to attend to her studies.
At 21, Sarah was bookish in both character and appearance, her quiet demeanor appropriately matched by her short cut blonde hair and plain, conservative glasses. Her usually flat face would occasionally morph into a subtle smile at an amusing anecdote, but she rarely laughed aloud or made humor of her own.
Even Sarah’s body seemed to reflect her aura. She was deathly pale and thin, almost painfully so, and those who had never seen her daily workout might deem her fragile. The rigid routine of this workout kept her body toned and her butt tight from many brisk jogs, but try as she might couldn’t enhance her small breasts through any exercise. Sarah rarely stood out in a crowd, but she was content this way. Few bothered to bother her.
After quite a few drinks, my wife, Jeanne and my oldest friend, Paul, got into a conversation about masturbation habits.
Dinner was long finished, and we had moved from “classy” cocktails to “experimental mixers”.
Paul has been telling us about his college roommate and his habit of giving himself a lengthy stroke after lights out, competent with quiet moans.
“Awkward,” my wife said. “But I bet you did the same fucking thing, just more discretely.”
“No way Jeanne,” Paul said, and he actually blushed a bit. “That’s bathroom time for me, always.”
“C’mon,” said Jeanne. “You mean you’ve never masturbated in front of someone else before?”
Paul laughed, scandalised. “You mean you have?”
Jeanne looked at me with drunken boldness. “Are you kidding? We masturbate together all the time.”
It’s true. We almost always have at least one session a week, where we do ourselves in each other’s company. Sometimes she likes to just watch me stroke myself, other times she’ll finger herself with her legs spread wide while she has a chat to me about her day. It’s always sexy…but I was kinda mortified by her mentioning it.
Say a lady has the ability to travel back in time without causing paradox or breaking the laws of time and space. Has sex with her younger self to influence her to go back college to put her on the path to time travel. Is that just sex or masturbation at that point?
Just a thought…