[MF] [19] Fucking next to her sleeping best friend a.k.a how sometimes that porno becomes the reality. (long-ish)

This story is from a few years back and involves me and my now ex-girlfriend, Kate. For the visually orienting: she’s a short blonde-haired girl, probably 5’2-5’3, great behind as she’s done dancing all her life and medium to smaller sized breasts. I’m a brunette, 6′ and 7.5″ (that’s two measurements) and lean muscular as I’ve mostly done track and field. We were both 19 and had just graduated high-school. We were on a final school trip to Golden Sands (seaside resort town) in Bulgaria with all the graduates of that year.

Depending on who you ask, it was a relatively new relationship as we’d been together for a little over a year. The rooms were sized for 2 or 3 people and as her friend group was 4 people and I was there with two of my better friends, we got separate rooms (I was in one for 3 people with my friends and she was split up 2 and 2 with her friends).

Fucking [M]y best friend (Part 2)

“I don’t fucking know what you want from me.”

“I never said I want anything other than to talk Sarah. If we keep avoiding it nothing is going to get better.”

“Yea I fucking know that, but what else can we do? My gyno prescribed that pill, I took it, it did nothing. Sex fucking hurts and I can’t orgasm, what the fuck do you want?”

“I’m not attacking you! I know you tried and I appreciate that but that doesn’t mean we don’t still have a problem.”

It went on and on. The ugly parts of sex are, really, really, fucking ugly.

Sarah couldn’t orgasm. She never had before me, and in our time together we were never successful at getting her there. Sometimes she would get close, but never fully across the finish line. She read all the blogs. We tried everything to make it happen for her. It was frustrating. We were young. I didn’t truly understand how it made her feel. I was always trying to be optimistic and I always wanted to try something new. I bought toys, candles, lotions, everything under the sun that is supposed to make sex better. It didn’t matter. Nothing I did, nothing *we did,* was working.

My sex crazed weekend in a cheap hotel with a 19yo Turkish sex goddess [MF] (Part 1 of 2)

I moved 4 hours away from my hometown when I was 18 and a senior in high school. I had a reputation in my hometown as a player. Hell, I was just horny. But in this new town I had no friends and little opportunity to make them before graduation. I was a bit depressed and lonely after the move and filled my time with school, swim team, track, and masturbation if I’m being honest.
Myspace was still THE thing at the time (2007) and one day I received a message from a girl I’ll call Nikki whose real name is so unique that I won’t share for anonymity. Nikki was from my hometown, but I barely knew her, only seeing her in the hallways occasionally. She was a year older than I. The message started off with her basically explaining that she had always noticed me in high school, thought I was cute, and was sad to hear I had moved before she had gotten a chance to get to know me. She was now a nursing student at an expensive university in the major city near our hometown, where her dad was a tenured professor. She was 100% Turkish and had a sultry exotic look to her that I loved. Before I knew it, we were talking on the phone every night for hours like teenagers did then. She was smart, had a distinct smoky sexy voice that melted me, and best of all, she was as horny as I was.
We hit it off and eventually started having phone sex almost every night. She would tell me all the things she was going to do to me when we finally got to see each other. Listening to her moan and tell me how badly she wanted my big cock inside her as she switched to moaning things in Turkish was just about the sexiest thing I have ever heard. My nights had become talking to her for hours on the phone and then ending it by having simultaneous orgasms, then going to sleep dreaming of her naked body that I was dying to see.
After a month or two, we started talking about me coming to visit her for a weekend. But since my truck was broken down and my dad was/is a total bro, he said he’d buy me a $100 plane ticket to fly there. I think it was partly because he felt guilty moving us my senior year and would’ve done anything to help me find some happiness at the time.
Nikki and I excitedly made our plans. She was going to pick me up from the airport Friday evening. We would go to a party at her friend’s apartment that night in the city and then get a hotel for the weekend and fuck like there was no tomorrow.
By the time Friday rolled around I was as jazzed as a kid on Christmas morning. I was a bit nervous because we had never actually spent any time together in person, but my excitement trumped the jitters I was feeling. After a 45min flight, I remember walking to the baggage claim area after landing where I knew she’d be waiting and seeing her in the distance for the first time.
It’s been 12 years now and I still can still picture her perfectly in that instance. She was wearing a thin, skintight white tank top that was with a low neckline and a sheer open flannel shirt over it. The tank top squeezed her big braless tanned breasts, making her cleavage burst out the top. She was wearing a a blue short skirt that came down just below her ass, showing off her tanned silky legs and shapely ass. She had dark brown hair with a hint of auburn, captivating big brown eyes and her lips, my god her lips. I really can’t find the right words to describe how amazingly soft and insanely full her lips were, but they were her defining feature. Her skin glowed with a natural tan that most women would kill for. She had a sinful 19-year-old busty body that seemed like it was designed solely for the best sex of your life. As for me, I was 6’ tall, kind of thin but with wide shoulders and a broad chest from swimming every day for years, blonde hair, green eyes, fair skin and at the time a boyish face that girls considered cute. We were almost opposites in looks but we both dug what the other had going on.
Her smile lit up the airport when she saw me and she ran up and threw her arms around me, planting a long awaited warm passionate kiss on my lips that felt like heaven. God damn her lips were soft. We were both dying to have the other. I wanted to skip the party and go straight to the hotel, but it seemed like she wanted to show off she and I being together to her friends, so I had to wait.
I don’t remember the kind of car she had or even the interior, only the feeling I had and the sight of her silky legs, her luscious busty breasts and the captivating smile that wouldn’t leave her face. As we drove to the party from the airport, both of us beaming for each other, we talked about how the anticipation had tortured us both. I remember having that pre-orgasmic feeling you get when you are exploding with desire throughout my body the entire car ride. With my bulge becoming more defined in my jeans at the thought of what was to come, I placed my hand on her leg. She grinned devilishly and continued to talk as I stroked and caressed her thigh with my fingertips, inching them underneath her skirt a little more every time I stroked them up her leg. She took my hand and guided it between her legs, placing my fingertips on her already wet and warm slit, surprising me with the fact that she wasn’t wearing underwear.
For the next 15 minutes until we made it to the party, I played with her while she drove us. She spread her legs apart as far as they could go. I moved my fingers from lightly gliding them around her clitoris to her tight wet opening that I was aching to be inside. Her breathing was getting a little heavier while she continued to talk as if I wasn’t playing with her, but she was obviously having a hard time focusing on what she was saying because she kept tapering off.
By the time we got to the complex, we were both really worked up. She was soaked between her legs and had a red mark from biting her bottom lip. To be honest I can barely even remember being in the party or even what we did there. Probably because I was solely fixated on her and how sexy she looked talking to people I didn’t know. I was relieved when she whispered in my ear that she wanted to go to the hotel. Her girlfriends gave her that light hearted “have fun you naughty slut” look as we headed for the door.
She asked me to drive and we weren’t out of the complex before she had pulled her tank top down below her tits and her skirt up to her waist and faced me as she began caressing her nipples with one hand and moaning while she massaged and fucked her glistening wet little pussy with the other. Her breasts were perfect, with that natural perky banana slope, quarter sized nipples, and a bikini tan line. Her pussy was shaved with a small landing strip. She was petite too, maybe 5’1” and 100lbs. Just my type.
She grabbed my hand and sucked on my fingers while I tried and failed to concentrate on the road. I was throbbing hard when she leaned over into my lap and worked my cock out of my jeans. To this day no one has sucked my cock as well as Nikki did. Her lips felt fucking AMAZING!!! She started by letting some spit fall from her pursed lips to the head of my cock and then took every last bit of me into her throat and then started working it. The slurping, gagging and sloppy unashamed noises she made were like a blowjob symphony. I felt her swirl her tongue around my head, then wetten my shaft with her plump lips, working her way to my balls that she would suck lick and this incredible like motorboat thing to with her nose and mouth like she was worshipping it. Her ass was pushed up with her skirt still around her waist, giving anyone on the road a nice view if they were paying attention. I squeezed and smacked her ass, and rubbed her wet little slit and asshole. I remembered her moaning on the phone how much she wanted me to man handle her, so I used my free hand that was glistening from her juices to grab her hair and fucked my cock with her eager mouth. She loved this, moaning and gagging on my cock, soaking my balls with her saliva.
When we pulled into the hotel parking lot and parked her car, I was still fucking myself with her mouth when I explosively came all down her throat without warning her. She took it all down, swallowed what was a pretty big load, sat up, smiled with delight in knowing how she just rocked my fucking world, and got ready to go inside and get ready for round two. Walking through the parking lot we were still hard-pressed to keep our hands off each other.
I may have been a little hornier than the average 18yo guy, but I’m pretty sure it’s normal at that age to be able to fuck and cum repeatedly and that’s exactly what we were about to do for the most sex filled weekend of my entire life.
I can only imagine what the person at the front desk was thinking as we were checking it. We waltzed into the lobby, two horny baby faced teens all over eachother, with two small bags of clothes, a couple bottles of alcohol in hand, my crotch had a big wet spot on it of mainly her spit mixed with a little of my cum that had spilled out of her mouth. Her hair was disheveled, her skirt was on sideways, our faces were flush, and her eye liner was dripping from gagging on my cock. God, she looked like a sexy mess.
We made quick work of the check-in process and were at it again before our elevator doors closed, kissing and groping handfuls of each other like the world was ending and this was our last chance. Stumbling into the room lips locked, we threw our bags down, tore our clothes off, I grabbed her by her ass and hoisted her up wrapping her legs around my waist. Straddling me, she guided me inside her tight little pussy for the first time. There was no romance for this session, no slow ease into it, we were fucking each other brains out in a flash. She was grinding against me as hard and fast as she could, rubbing her clit up and down my pelvis while I sucked on her nipples and gripped her petite bubbly ass, each cheek perfectly shaped for my large hands. Her breasts bounced and shook each time we thrusted into each other. She was sucking on my neck and breathing heavily when I could feel her body tense up, and start to cum. I thrusted my cock into her more rapidly, using my grip on her ass to pull myself into her as deep as I could go. Every woman orgasms differently, and her way was the best. Her legs and body started to quiver uncontrollably, shaking her tits as she gasped beautiful foreign words of ecstasy that I didn’t need to understand to love. It was the sexiest orgasm I had ever seen. She ended it in a quivering voice saying “fuck baby” with a pleasantly surprised tone and look. She slid down off me, onto her knees and started to lick and suck her cum off my cock. I leaned my back against the wall with my head tilted back and eyes closed, concentrating on the way her lips felt wrapped around my cock.
I was ready to cum again, so I placed her on the bed and told her to get her ass up and her head down. She happily obliged with her ass popped up, waiting for me at the edge of the bed. I slid back into her feeling her gasp a bit from how deep it felt from the sharp angle of her hinged hips, which made her feel even tighter. Grabbing her small waist I began a deliberate deep and rapid thrust, feeling and hearing the wet slap of my balls against her clit. She was moaning, rubbing herself and gently tugging at her hard nipples. She reached back and spanked her own ass saying “fuck me baby” “just like that”. I gave her a few hard smacks on her ass, licked my finger slid the tip of it in her ass, feeling the head of my cock thrusting in and out of her. She loved this and let out a smoky moan and wimper as I fucked her faster and harder until the sight of her perfect ass pounding against me was too much to handle. I told her I was about to cum again and she demanded I finish inside her. I grabbed her ass and thrusted a few more times then filled her with my warm load. I collapsed on the bed next to her and we both laid there in wordless euphoria trying to catch our breath.
I laid my head on her stomach after a few minutes and ran my hands over her, finally taking in the sight of her naked body fully. She ran her fingernails throughout my hair, massaging my scalp while I admired her physique. Everything about her was feminine, her small hourglass figure, her large breasts, full lips, long dark hair, her scent, the way the sweat made her curves shine from the light of the single lamp in the room, everything. We laid there for at least half an hour, naked and silent just enjoying the sight of each other naked and completely exposed. We started to gently kiss and massage the other’s tongue with our own. I kissed every in of her body and moved slowly down her body with my tongue and lips, detouring along the way until I made my way in between her legs.

Secret fuck in the Sauna with the new Trainer (MF)

(OC – written by me, a personalised story directed by a redditor for her enjoyment)

“We’re really sorry, our fitness consultant resigned. I know we recently offered free personal trainer sessions as a trial but you will have to wait. We only have the new guy.” The sixteen year old looking desk girl in her active-wear said in her monotone. “What new guy?” Jessica said, annoyed at the cancellation. Even though she knew every piece of equipment almost too intimately she was hoping for some help with her techniques on squats and some shaping tips. “Him.” The desk girl jabbed her cheap pen at the gym. Jessica looked around and through the door wafted a tanned Adonis. He was cut in all the right places and trimmed to perfection, she looked over his shoulder for a barber he was so neat. “He’ll do.” She said trying to keep the eagerness out and the annoyed tone in. She attempted a frown to make her point. “Jake, your first booking.” The desk girl said now stabbing her pen at Jessica.

Tomboy Makeover [FFF] [Threesome]

This story was written for the following prompt: “A tomboy who is getting tired of being perceived as just another guy gets taught how to be more of a girly-girl by her female friends. Only… They end up taking things just a little too far…”

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“Ahh… ahh…” She sneezed explosively, making her two friends start away from her on the couch and giggle.

“Jeez, Alex, warn us next time,” Sophia said, grinning. Alex rubbed the back of her neck, a little embarrassed.

“Sorry, but you’ve been tickling my face with those brushes for an hour. It’s been building up.” She reached up to wipe at her nose with the back of her hand, and both her friends let out exclamations of dismay, grabbing her arms. “What?”

“Use a Kleenex!” Victoria plucked a tissue from the box on the coffee table, using it to clean the base of Alex’s nose.

“Oh.” Alex’s embarrassment grew, a soft flush blooming in her tanned cheeks. “See, this is why I need you and Sophie. I grew up with four brothers and a dad, nobody taught me this stuff.”

The Camgirl Part II: Guilty Fantasy [F] [Bi] [mast] solo [anal]

II: Blake

Blake closed her door behind her, and then leaned back against it, eyes closed, heart pounding. That was not at all what she had meant to say!

She listened closely, hoping she hadn’t fucked things up for Liam or between her and Marie. When she heard what sounded like making out—at least, that’s all she hoped it was if they were still in the kitchen—she sighed in relief.

Until now, Blake had only heard bits and pieces about Liam—Marie had been rather closed-mouthed about guys since the breakup, and even more so since finding out that Blake was a camgirl—but she had not expected, well…him.

That spiky brown hair, those piercing green eyes, the lean muscles…and he was so tall. When she had leaned in to whisper in his ear, the scent of his cologne had given life to an urge to nip at his neck. Marie’s old boyfriend had been hot—hotter than Liam in some ways—but there was something that stood out about Liam. Maybe it was that he was so sweet—he hadn’t seemed to judge her at all for what she did, or try and hit on her. Either he was very committed to Marie, or he was just that good of a guy. Blake wondered what he had been thinking when he had first seen her and spaced out—his eyes had been so intense. Had he been remembering a particular time when he had seen her before?

[M]arried Couple [F]inds Sexy Summer Sunday – Part II

I was feeling great after cumming twice on this Sunday already, but I was still craving the taste of Lorrie’s freshly shaved pussy. It is by far my favorite sexual experience. I’ve always liked eating pussy, and had been with several women over the years before my wife and I met. But there is something about Lorrie’s pussy that draws me in more than any ever had before.

So she puts the toddler down, and sweaty from mowing the grass, I jump in the shower. I do a little manscaping. Nothing extreme, but I like to keep things short and trimmed so I don’t look like an old man with astroturf marbles. I lock up the house for the night, straighten up the master bedroom so it looks like a place where sexy times could happen. When the toddler is down, Lorrie comes in the room and goes straight to the shower. I know she’s doing her thing so that we can continue our sexy times before retiring for the night.

[M]y wife hates cum…I think (definitely a bit long for some, but it’s something I’d like some opinions on) TL;DR included also crossposted on r/sex but failed on my first attempt.

To start off, my wife and I have been together for almost 15 years. High school sweethearts, first and only “everythings”. We both love each other very much and would never make the other uncomfortable in any situation. We have a pretty consistent sex life and are both satisfied in bed. (To my knowledge, that is. She’s not writing this, but I’ve only heard positive input on her end) I apologise in advance for any grammar issues. I ain’t always so good with the words…

There will be a TL;DR at the end if you don’t want ALL of the details. And if people want, I’d happily share other stories from our sex life as some things are exciting but realistic. So please give me some input

And a designated point that starts the recent story that makes me wonder on her feelings. So skip to the “//////” or the “TL;DR” if you are so inclined.

Sorry if the formatting is weird. This is being typed up on my phone.

[MF] Freed by your restraints. (Part 2: A beautiful monster) [non-con/dub-con] [rough] [mutual masturbation] [throat fucking]

I wake up feeling groggy, like I’ve slept for days yet haven’t slept enough. Soft morning sunlight pouring in my window, the sound of birds sweetly singing outside. It takes me a little while to fully come around. I rub my eyes and yawn, when suddenly flashes of the previous night flicker through my sleepy mind. The powder blue silk, the restraints holding my wrists and ankles in place, the fear, soft olive skin and piercing brown eyes, the pleasure and the pain. The unparalleled ecstasy I felt…and the shame that twisted pleasure bore within me. Was it all a dream? A nightmare?

I quickly find my answer hanging in the air; The musky intoxicating scent of a man still lingers there and floats around me. I look down and see that I am no longer restrained, no longer dressed in powder blue, or anything for that matter. This isn’t very unusual as I often sleep in the nude in the summer months. I wonder if my sense of smell has deceived me.. Was it all a fever dream afterall? Then I see it. My heart skips a beat. On the chaise long beside my bed. A baby pink lace garment of some sort, not mine. Draped over the pretty lace is what looks like sheer white thigh high stockings; on top of which lies a hand written note. The penmanship is quite elegant. I pick it up and read it. “Good morning, my pretty little doll. I missed you when you were sleeping. I texted your boss and told her you’re not feeling well, so we have all day to play. Take a shower and slip into this. I’ll be with you soon. I’m making you breakfast”.

At the apartment [M/F] [anal]

I open the screen door to the apartment. It’s hot, making the screen door necessary to keep cool inside. Standing on the doorstep I peer into the gloom but cannot see anyone in the lounge room. The TV is blaring away, but to no audience. I shrug and then enter. I am quiet as I pad down the carpeted hallway to the lounge where I drop my bag silently. Turning to the left there is another small hall with doors closed at each end. I walk over to the right hand door and push it halfway open.

She is sitting there, back to me in front of the computer. Her body hides the screen and she is so engrossed that she doesn’t hear me enter. The Venetian blinds are down so that the second story view across the suburbs cannot be seen. I stand there for a moment, unsure of how to announce my arrival. I hear a faint gasp and initially think that she has discovered that I am there, but as she doesn’t turn to greet me I discount the notion. Puzzled at what she is doing I take a step forward. From my new position I can see the base of the chair she is sitting on. I am surprised to see that she is naked from the waist down, her pants and knickers around her ankles. I can now see that her hand is in her lap, playing backwards and forwards, and her shoulders shake with each stroke. I am torn between continuing to pretend that I am not there or too announce my arrival, particularly as I am unsure how to do so without embarrassing her.