A Great Vacation[FM][mast]

What does a recently divorced woman in her mid-30s do when her workplace has a 2-week holiday? Well go on vacation of course. My ex-husband was a controlling person, he needed to have things done his way on his schedule. But he had made me feel comfortable, I guess being with someone from the age of 20 on into your 30s does that. But I’m glad that chapter of my life is done. I could see the signs a couple years back and I think I subconsciously wanted out of the marriage anyway.

But it was a blessing to have this freedom now. With him I had never travelled or even went on a proper vacation, but now that I was single and ready to mingle I was anxious to go out and explore the world. My first trip was a Caribbean cruise, I’d lived in the northern hemisphere my entire life and always dreamed of the white beaches and clear water that I see on those travel websites and movies.

Black Widow Screws the MCU: Chapter One – Friends with Benefits (Captain America) [MF]

**Black Widow Screws the MCU: Chapter One – Friends with Benefits**

Natasha Romanoff had never been one for any sort of established relationship, likewise, she had never actually been one to court her own friends. Those were few and far between, and she had never found too much use in anything so personal. Sex was one of two things for Black Widow, it was a quick release, done namelessly and anonymously, once or twice a month when her urges got too strong. If not that, then it was done for business. To extract information, to bribe some unwitting goon, or for an opportunity to slip a knife in their throat if need be. Her job always seemed to become much easier as soon as someone loosened their belt.

So when she first decided to kiss Steve Rogers, or as the world knew him, Captain America, for the first time, she hadn’t thought much of it. They had been on the run for days, Hydra had been hunting for them across New York and as they had found themselves cornered in a shopping mall, she had to find a way to make them look like any other ‘couple’ in the building. The kiss had gotten them past the agents searching for them, but more than that, it had made something click inside of both of them.

Middle America [mf][mast]

Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.

My name is Jack and I was born in a small town in Kansas. My dad owned and ran his own store which kept him away from home a lot but I’d usually spend lazy summer days helping him out around the store or just hanging around it in general. I was an only child until my little brother was born when I was in the sixth grade. The introduction of a baby into the family dynamic was anything but smooth. My parents were already spread pretty thin with the shop and the general struggles of house duties.

I can distinctly remember my father telling me ” Jack, as a man you’ve gotta be willing to make sacrifices.”. At the time I was confused by the almost cryptic sentence but as I got older I learned what he meant by that. For me specifically that meant that I had to start working in the shop by myself more.

My teenage years consisted primarily of going to my small school from 7 to 2, working at our store until about 8 or 9 and then finally going home and trying to do enough school work to pass my classes. In the end, I think the experience helped me gain a decent work ethic and some sense of responsibility.

Stepping into submission (Pt. 1)[MF, Mdom, Fsub, Mast]

You come out of the shower to find your clothing – or lack there of – laid out on the bed: Collar, leash, stockings, and a pair of high-heel shoes you’ve never seen before. Next to them is a tube of red lipstick and a note.

“Put these on. Put on plenty of the lipstick. Call me for your next instructions.”

You quickly dress (there’s not much to put on) and apply the lipstick. You pick up the phone, a little nervous, and call…

“Are you prepared?”

“..yes,” you say.

“Yes, what?”

“..yes sir..”

“Good. Now, put the phone on speaker.”

“Yes sir.”

“Now, look in the top drawer of my dresser. What do you see?”

I hear you move over to the dresser and open the drawer. You see a pink, rabbit vibrator.

“A new toy.”

“And what do you think you should do with it?”

“…try it?”

“*cough*”

“Try it, sir.”

“Do you want to try it?”

“Yes, sir”

“Then ask.”

You pause, unsure what to say…. But feeling turned on…

“Please, sir. May I try my new toy?”

Lab Partners Part 5 [outdoor, dark/blackmail, ffm, teen]

(This chapter takes a bit of a dark turn, possible trigger warning. This could be the last entry unless there is interest in continuing it out. Love feedback and PM’s! If you like my writing and want a story shoot me a request! Totally free not trying to make money off reddit posts lol. Have an awesome day!)

Mandy, and Jamie scramble to cover up as the shadowy figure emerges into the clearing, Clydes erection retreats as he greets the tall man in a well pressred park ranger uniform. “What the hell do you kids think you are doing? There is a boy scout troop camping in the next clearing. They called in a women being assualted based on the noise.” Mandy turns a deeper shade of red than she already was. Withing the hour 2 men had seen her nude, which was 2 more than had seen her in her life. “Ummm sorry sir…that was my fault.” Mandy clings to the blanket was she was thankful for every inch of fabric covering her naked teenage body. “You all need to get dressed so we can get you down to the rannger station for booking. You all will be lucky to not end up on the sex offender list for the show you put on for those poor kids…”

Payback [mf][risky][buildup][long]

The payback was long and slow, and oh so worth it.

In my previous story, I detailed how an ex of mine surprised and got the best of me during a charter bus ride. I knew that I wanted to “repay” her in some fashion. And boy, did I work at it.

She still lived with her family at the time, a den of very religious and conservative types. Nearly every Sunday I’d go to church with them, then we’d spend the day doing something together. Sometimes, that something was an activity outside the house. Sometimes, it was just a lazy day spent sitting around watching Monk or hanging out at her house with her family. Today was a bit of both.

[MF] Holiday anilingus with my irresistible stepdaughter

Figured this story would be a better fit here. It’s part of a continuing saga of recent events, which I first posted in r/incest. But it’s not really incest. Link details the history.

[STEP] [F/d] Horny stepdaughter from incest

Over the holiday weekend, after having had sex together, it was nearly impossible to keep my hands off of my stepdaughter (18 years old). As I mentioned before, she is a petite Asian, standing just 5 feet tall, but her Filipino genes have blessed her with a most gorgeous, shapely ass. I have an ass fetish. I crave ass. I am drawn to a woman’s ass like the proverbial moth that is lured by light. So being that I was given permission to have full sexual access to my stepdaughter, when I found her recumbent on the couch in a pair of revealing shorts, I felt the pull of gravity toward her plump buttocks. At first she giggled as I wrestled at her waist band, reminding me that mother was home, but when I slid her shorts down along with her sporty panties, she quit resisting and became like wax to me. I made her arch her back; her ass spread apart giving me full access to both her sweet holes. I was only interested in her ass exit, and so I drew my tongue into a point and pushed it deep inside of her asshole, like a hummingbird feeding on a hibiscus. Her unspoiled asshole was a pleasure to lick. She told me that she has never had someone eat her ass with the level of energy that I did, and that it is easily her new favorite sensation. We didn’t fuck this time; instead, she had an orgasm by masturbation as I eagerly licked her wrinkled pink ring. She then sucked my cock until I came.

[MF] From tackling an accent…to handling her assets.

Apologies for any typos or a lack of literary flair, penning this tale took longer than I anticipated quite simply because within a few minutes of sitting down and beginning to write, I find myself rock-hard…and besides, I’ve always been one for procrastination via masturbation.

For the sake of confidentiality, we’ll call her Alyssa.

She’d caught my eye on campus from the moment we both arrived, and at a fancy dress party, I asked for her number. She gave me it and I sent a follow-up text the next morning, raising the proposition of our going for a drink together. However, she told me that she was seeing someone at present, and, in her slightly intoxicated state, that she hadn’t twigged that my asking for her a number was an approach to being more than friends.
A few weeks later, I’d asked her to my dorm room to help me with an Australian accent for a play I was doing, as I’d found out her mom was from Sydney. Having been incentivised to clean my room my her upcoming visit, she came by and recorded some dialogue for me. I had some cake left over from my birthday and so I offered her a slice, and after bit of chit-chat, she went on her way.

“I’ve always wanted to have romantic sex on top of a mountain”, a tale of some unromantic sex on top of a mountain [MF]

It was an average Pacific Northwest summer evening. Mary and I had spent the whole night mutually getting each other off and having incredibly lewd conversations in anticipation for her trip to come see me for 2 weeks. Driving in to the airport my cock alternated between full mast and a semi like some sort of independently breathing living creature, while I alternated between thinking about finally covering Mary’s ass in my cum again and then attempting to not drive directly into a tree at highway speed. There’s plenty of societal stigma about driving drunk, tired, and stoned.. but definitely not enough about driving horny.

I pulled up to arrivals, leaned back, and waited for Mary. I had asked her last night if she had some way she’d always dreamed about getting fucked. I expected something like, “Gee I’d love to get gangbanged by 15 dicks”, or maybe “How about against the glass window of a beautiful penthouse suite with its own spa over a bottle of expensive champagne”. You know, predictable and stereotypical stuff. But nope, she just wanted to shag at the top of a mountain. *That’s doable*, I’d thought to myself. So the next morning, I put together a surprise. A surprise which now sat in a book bag in my car’s back seat.

Masturbation [F] [mast] [solo] [BDSM]

Ah, the absolutely *splendid* joys of *self-loving*…

 

…of *pleasing* oneself…

 

…of *masturbation*.

~~~

I remove my *pants* and *underwear*.

 

I lay down upon the *rumpled sheets* upon the *bed*.

I then let out a *sigh*, close my *eyes*, spread my *legs* and press the *index* as well as *middle fingers* of my *right hand* on either side of my *clitoris*.

 

I slowly begin to *stroke* while allowing my mind to *wander* through *erotic fantasy* after *erotic fantasy* and scenarios, some including my *Daddy* and some including an anonymous *female play partner*.

As things within my mind steadily get *hotter* and *hotter*, my movements become more *rapid* and my breathing more *harsh*.

 

Upon reaching the *climax* inside my imagination, I also reach my *own* climax within the *real world*.

 

I let out a little *whimpering cry* as well as *arch my back* as wave upon wave of *pleasure* courses through my *body*.

 

I don’t stop, however, as I continue to *stroke* the sides of my *clitoris* in a *brisk* manner with my *right index* and *middle fingers*; breathing even more *ragged* than before.