I’m going to make you edge every time I text you today, I text you in the morning on a Saturday. But you can’t cum until my mouth is on you. You agree but ask for clarifications. I say that I can’t text you again until you edge, and I won’t count multiple texts at one time as multiple edges and any pics I send aren’t counted as well. I also tell you that unless I tell you to edge you can’t touch yourself. You agree that works. I tell you that the rules apply starting with this text. You’re home so you take your time with the first edge. I send you a pic of my outfit, a dress and you ask if I’m wearing anything underneath it. I send you another picture as an answer. You let me know you’ve edged once. I text you back saying I’ll send more pics later. You start on your second round of edging. You stroke yourself slowly, enjoying the building pleasure. You tell me you wish I was edging you. I agree and ask if you prefer my mouth or would that make you edge too quickly? Your cock twitches in your hand at the thought and you text me a groan. I always prefer your mouth, you send. You text me a few minutes later saying you edged again. I don’t text you back immediately so you grab breakfast. I don’t text you again until right before your shower, which you tell me. I send an “Enjoy ;)” in response. You hop in the shower, waiting to edge until you’re almost done. You use soap, impressed by how sensitive you already are. When you’re done you let me know and I respond immediately: “Again.” You groan, glad you didn’t bother getting dressed. You send me a pic of your dick, saying that it’s gonna be a long day. I notice it takes less time for you to edge as the day goes. I keep up a pretty steady pace, about once an hour, sometimes more. You update me when you start leaking and that pushes me to make you edge more. You want to resist, but enjoy it as much as I do. You ask me when I’m coming over around dinner time, hoping for a reprieve. I tell you I’ll be by around 9. You edge again and tell me. You text me again a little while later, telling me how hard and full you are. I don’t text you again until about 8:30. You could barely resist stroking yourself when I didn’t text you because you are so sensitive. You try to edge slowly because you’re desperate but you’re already so hot and throbbing. You tell me what you did and I text you that I’ll be over soon. Your eyes roll back as you stroke yourself again. You let me know you’re edged again and that you are desperate for my mouth. I text you when I arrive at your place, letting you know I won’t come in until you’ve edged again. It doesn’t take much to edge at this point. I come inside after you text me and ask how your day was. You press me against the wall, so I can feel your length against me. You’re rough with me as you push me on my knees, demanding I suck you off. I laugh and tell you to go lay on the bed. I hand you my soaked panties, telling you that’s how wet you make me today. You growl that you want to fuck me for that. I laugh pulling my skirt and shirt off. Maybe later, I smile as I take your cock gently in my hand. I take you so slowly in my mouth, loving how salty your precum is. You want to grab my ass and I tell you no, just before I take you deep. You groan loudly that you want to cum all over me. I tell you to start with my mouth. I take you in my mouth again and again, enjoying how hard and hot your dick is. You can cum now, I tell you as I lick the tip and lock eyes with you. I go slowly, and you swear in frustration. You grab my hair roughly, and I take you faster. You tell me to look at you, and I do. You tell me you’re about to cum and you tug sharply on my hair. Your cum fills me, as I stroke you to completion. You’re breathless but tell me what a dirty slut I am. I practically purr in response and curl up next to you, rubbing myself all over you. How can I be your good girl? I whisper. You press my legs apart and tell me to touch myself. I do so slowly, teasing myself. I’ve been wet all day, I tell you. You smile, starting to play with my breasts. I arch my back, enjoying your large warm hands on me. You use your tongue to tease my nipples, making me whimper. You tell me to stop touching myself and to get on my knees. I want you to grab the bed frame with one hand and touch yourself with the other. I nod, panting slightly. You grab my ass, slapping until it’s red, making me moan louder. My hips move involuntarily, as I get closer to cumming. You stop my hips as you get into position to slam into me. I’m still touching myself and I’m getting desperate. You grab my hair, kissing and nibbling on my neck. You can feel me panting and pressing my hips back against you. Keep touching yourself you tell me as you enter me. I’m so wet and tight that you tug on my hair with a growl of appreciation, What a good girl. I moan, sliding my fingers over you as you slide in and out of me. I beg you to let me cum for you. You grab my hips firmly and pound into me harder, panting and demanding I cum. My whole body trembles as I cum, squeezing your cock tightly. I moan your name loudly. You keep pounding into me, I match your thrusts and press myself into the bed. I tell you I want you to cum inside me. You swear loudly as you climax, making my body tremble more as I feel you cum inside me. You slide out of me slowly after your breathing slows down. You flip me onto my back and smear your dick all over my breasts. You slide into me again and do it again, slowly smearing me with cum. Good girl, you praise.
Tag: Masturbation
Hungry for PIE [FM]
After a week or so with no sex I found myself extremely frustrated. I had a craving for a hard stiff cock. One to suck and fuck and cum all over me. I had had masturbation fun and a couple of loads of cum, but no real hard penetrative sex.
With my frustration screaming at me I got myself prepared for my SO. Butt plug, vibe, sexy little underwear set, his favorite strappy shoes and one of his shirts. I wanted to make his eyes pop and his jaw drop! I was going to have him and he was going to have all of me. Or I was going to loose it.
While waiting for him to get home I played around with myself. Working my butt plug a while, making my ass horny. I played with my pussy making me uncontrollably wet. I even sent him a video of me working on my ass. Wanting to make him hard while he was at work. To let him know what he was in for. He was going to have PIE.
Prof Green & Velvet 5-6[exh/voy] [Mff]
Chapter 5
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The knocking at my office door almost made me jump in surprise. Velvet recoiled and covered herself with her hands.
“Hello?” I said as I opened my office door a little, blocking the opening with my body. I found Casey in the hall.
My expression must have given her an odd signal as she looked at me with a furrowed brow and piercing stare.
“Hey, Professor Green. I wanted to know if you could help me with my paper for your Beauty in Antiquity class,” Casey said as she held a few books in her arms.
“Um, sure. What’s up?” Casey seemed interested in looking into my office.
“Well, I wondered if I could use Schiele for my paper on artists and models,” she said, waiting with anticipation for my response.
“Sure,” I sighed and felt like I lost all wind in my sails. She brightened and opened the book, pointing at a particular work of Egon Schiele’s of a woman spreading her sex. I looked at the image and back at Casey with laugh. She stared at me as her tongue slowly moved over her upper lip, then smiled at me.
I Jerked My Husband Off To The Tight Teen Next Door [Str8] [M/F] [f] [Teen] [Schoolgirl] [Latino] [Mast] [Dirty talk]
*Her name’s Daniela and she’s the stuff your wet, teenage dreams are made of.*
*She’s petite but busty.*
*A tiny 5’1 tall and couldn’t weigh much more than 90 pounds. Despite her small stature, she’s blessed with big, juicy teen tits and a fat, latino ass.*
*Her chocolatey, brown curls flow down to her shoulders and match her smokey, wide eyes. Complete with plump, cushiony lips and a caramel complexion, you can understand my husband’s obsession with this teenage treat.*
*And you haven’t even heard about that tight little body yet either.*
*I know it’s wrong but I can’t help it.*
*The thought of his big, strong body dwarfing her sexy little self as he pins her down and stuffs her tight, young holes full of his cock makes my pussy ache like you wouldn’t believe.*
*I can’t stop thinking about it.*
*The way she’d groan out and call him papi as she ran her nails down his back, her smooth, slender legs wrapped around his waist as he grunt with every animalistic thrust until he’s spraying her womb with his warm seed.*
*It’s so naughty, so filthy, so taboo.*
I accidentally [F]ucked [M]y best friend’s little sister
So I’ve known this girl longer than I’ve known my now best friend who we’ll call Jim. I actually met her back in a youthgroup when I was a sophmore and she was still in eighth grade. I guess I’ll call her Mary for this story… Even back then I kind of though she kind of had a crush on me. I’m not super attractive or anything but I had that generic skater haircut and girls digged that shit in the early 2000’s. Anyway, fastforward to my senior year in highschool and I had become quite good friends with her older brother and we’d hang out all of the time. At this point she had a boyfriend and we were just friendly. In highschool pretty much every guy and girl casually flirt I feel, so when we had little back and forths it was pretty normal in my experience. Mary was also very cute, was just the right amount of thicc and well endowed.
[MF] Business professional has a breathtaking view [part 2] Long
I got a text at 8:30 on a worknight and Katie’s message asked if I was free to come down and meet her. No details, no forewarning, not even asking to meet up at my place per usual. Just a vague question. WTF, am I right? But knowing who I was dealing with, I replied with a, “Where are you? Directions?”. Having Katie as the occasional bed-buddy was a lesson in strike-while-the-iron-is-hot. We had hooked up multiple times by this point, but far more failed attempts ticked the other side of the tally than the former. Those strike-outs soon taught me that it wasn’t personal, she was just a hot commodity. The nights that we hooked up were always at my place. Always wild, always rough and ALWAYS kinky. However, not being able to commit on a moment’s notice or showing hesitation led to her moving on to other beaus. So, I learned by replying with “Yes” when she asked, work out the details later usually ended positively anyways.
Ivy’s fall from innocence [Mf][Cheating][Interracial]
[This is just a light teaser. To help better guide you to understanding the story below. It would be that the words in *Italics* represent something of a past event that has already happened. Trying to figure out a way to incorporate an active story in the present with a past mini story occuring in the background at the same time. If anyone has any suggestions on how to better work that concept in do drop me a message!]
A normal spring night, where everything was peaceful and quiet here in this particular suburb of the city. The houses all along that particular stretch of road were the simple single story home’s, they were of the kind you would find common here in this part of the country. The people that live along here go about their daily lives uneventfully with the same usual daily routine.
Day in and day out, again and again the people along this street never ever had a thought of changing their lives. That might slightly differ or change their monotonous existence. That couple taking their daily walks, the old grandmother that’s sitting out on the patio of her home just staring into space, that neighbours young son sitting on the lawn playing with the mud, the usual joggers that move on up and down the sidewalk pavements. All of them repeating the same pattern from one day to the next.
The ti[m]e I lost my virginity to my friends G[F]
This post may be a little long, I have to post some back story for this and all of my following stories to make sense. Skip to the **** if you just want the dirty details.
About me: I’m 6′ 2″, buzzed brown hair, with an average body. I’ve never been muscular, but I’m also not fat, just the average kind of guy. The same thing can be said about my cock, about average. 6.5 inches when hard, I use to shave, but not anymore now that I’m married.
Backstory: Before I went to college, I was completely straight laced. Through high school I never drank, partied, or had sex. I had opportunities to do all of the above but due to some family stuff I had vowed to myself that I would be better than my upbringing. I had girlfriends through highschool that I messed around with, but we never actually had sex. Well, that all changed when I went to college. I decided not to let my family hold me back, and started drinking, partying and messing around more and more.
I cheated on my date with a girl I didn’t even know: Part 2 [M/F, str8, public, cheating]
She quickly moved in front of me and then with one swift motion she unlocked the door and sprang it open. She bolted like an Olympic runner and I took just a second to get my feet going and follow behind. Thankfully the two employees, one of whom seemed to be the manager, were caught off guard by her rapid departure and seemed to have not noticed me just yet.
I bolted out after her and struggled to catch up. We both hit the exit, me just behind her, and as I came out, she was slowing down to let me catch up. “Where’s your car?” she asked. I looked around for a moment trying to remember and then headed in its direction. She followed closely behind me as we continued to run.
As we got close to my car, a good dozen spaces or so back from the door, I used my keyfob to unlock it. We reached it and both climbed in quickly. Before either of us had time to buckle in, I was starting to back out. As I did, I saw the manager and two employees come flying out of the theater entrance. We drove off in the opposite direction, heading for the main street.
Ivy’s Fall from Innocence [Cuckold] [Cheating] [Con DubCon] [Porn] [Mf] [Anal] [Interracial] [Breeding] [Polygamy] [Sharing] [Alcohol] [Fsub] [Mdom] [Oral] [Unprotected sex] [Voy]
A normal spring night, where everything was peaceful and quiet here in this particular suburb of the city. The houses all along that particular stretch of road were the simple single story home’s, they were of the kind you would find common here in this part of the country. The people that live along here go about their daily lives uneventfully with the same usual daily routine.
Day in and day out, again and again the people along this street never ever had a thought of changing their lives. That might slightly differ or change their monotonous existence. That couple taking their daily walks, the old grandmother that’s sitting out on the patio of her home just staring into space, that neighbours young son sitting on the lawn playing with the mud, the usual joggers that move on up and down the sidewalk pavements. All of them repeating the same pattern from one day to the next.