A Star Returns: Part Two [MF] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Cheating] [Oral Sex] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Creampie] [Sneaky Sex]

I got settled in my hotel room. It was a room that was bigger than the roach motel’s bedroom. I took a long hot shower. My dick throbbed as I remembered getting my dick sucked by Natalie while her Dad, Brother, Mother, and recently wedded husband all sat at the table without a clue of what was going on underneath it.

Then I got to fuck Natalie’s best friend, Debbie. Well, I shouldn’t say I fucked her as much as she fucked me. “Boy that girl can ride,” I said as I stroked my cock in the shower. For the third time tonight, I came hard.

“What I wouldn’t do to get another round with both of them.”

I lay in the bed naked as I had no clothes other than what I had on when I arrived. Sleep came quickly to me as I thought of Debbie and Natalie. There were even thoughts about Natalie’s mother, Jasmine.

After school, I remembered parties at the house, how the other guys would say what they would do to her. My favourite thing to think about was fucking her big tits. Now that I knew they were F cups, it made me want to fuck them more, but then Natalie said she was an H, how I wanted to fuck both of them, maybe together.

Co-worker flirtation intensifies Ch. 2 [MF]

If you haven’t read the first part, you may want to start here:

Co-worker flirtation and more [MF] from gonewildstories

Ch. 2

As she turned the corner I realized her soaking wet panties were still in my hand. I immediately put them to my face and breathed in her scent. It was better than I had imagined. Pungent, yet sweet. 

I put them in my pocket and headed for my office. I shut my door and as soon as I set down behind my desk I had those panties back out. 

A black thong with creamy whiteness clearly visible. I wanted so badly to taste them, but wanted even more to savor the hour and 5 minutes I would have with them. 

In that time I would have to decide whether to fulfill her request. Doing so could lead down an out-of-control path that potentially could damage two families. 

Would I really have the self control to sexually play with Olivia in a way that I could rationalize as not cheating? Was this really cheating already? Where do we draw the line? Kinky games like this? Sexy photos and videos? Foot massages and footjobs? In-person mutual masturbation sans touching? Manually pleasuring each other? Oral? 

Anna and her sisters Pt 6 – My night with Bridgette [MF] [Oral] [PiV] [Cum Swallow]

I woke up alone Sunday morning. I could smell the coffee in the air and sounds of the kids running around. I found Anna sitting at the kitchen table with breakfast waiting for me.

“Morning babe. Sleep well?” She asked as I greeted her with a kiss.

“Definitely.” I said before taking a bite of bacon. “Lots to do. How long do I have?”

“She will be here around 6. Bottle of wine in the cabinet, I’ve set up some dinner to be delivered at 6 too. I will be leaving with the children about 4 today. I should be home myself by midnight, maybe a little earlier.”

“You talked to her this morning already?”
“I did. She knows the rules, she gets you, we get some pictures and video.”

I spent the rest of the morning finishing up some projects in my garage, trying to keep myself busy and my mind clear. Anna wanted me to keep Bridgette on my mind though. Every time we would cross paths she would say something to me. I was pulling a bag of trash when she walked by.

“She’s shaving her pussy right now, dreaming of you sliding inside her.”

[F/a4A] large age gaps, all incest pairings, ddlg! come have KINKY fun

Not looking for OOC chat.

❤️ **kinks & story favorites:** very large extreme age gaps — size differences — ddlg — incest — brat — sub/dom — threesomes/orgies/harem — clothed — teasing — noncon or dubcon — voyeurism/being watched — public — teaching — anal and rimming — rough — breastfeeding — edging — oral — messy — aftercare — romance/affection — beast (dog/wolf, horse, bear, humanoid or canine beasts) and many many more!

❌ **limits:** scat, blood, furries, extreme body modifications, futa

 

💟 **BONUS, my favorite plot points:**

**Favorite pairings:** LARGE EXTREME age gap — daddy or older male — uncle or grandpa — beast — mother x son or daughter — neighbor — coach/mentor — MFF+

 

Is bathtime your favorite, playing with toys and teaching to wash every spot? Maybe bedtime after, tucking in with cuddles and a picture book? Slumber parties and sleepovers make even more fun! Help your princess learn how to please Daddy and leave her binky behind before bed. Let Mommy cuddle her sweetie in the morning while you feed on her full tits. Open to incest pairings of all relationships, especially LARGE age gaps!

The odd one out (MMMF, nc, humiliation, oral)

Trigger Warning: While entirely fantasy my NC stories often contain non-consensual scenes that can feel raw, or have realistic elements to them. I don’t want to upset anyone, so please use your discretion when choosing whether or not to read. Thanks and enjoy! 😊

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It was winter break. I was home from college finally, with a chance to hang out with my old friends again. Just time to relax, catch up, and joke around like we used to. That was our plan at least.

“So why would you ever root for them again? They’re like our rivals?” Jason was asking with a hint of annoyance as he sipped at his 5th beer.

“What?” I replied “My dad was born in Seattle remember? I’ve just always rooted for them I guess.”

“You know they’re going to lose right?” Jason replied.

“Hmm i dunno, we’ll see.” I replied a bit smugly.

Football was on today, and Jason, Kyle, Scott and myself were all lounging in Scott’s living room glued to the big game. I was lounging on the loveseat and the 3 guys were sharing the couch. There was only a few minutes left, and it was all tied up.

THE INVITATION: BASED loosely ON TRUE EVENTS

THE INVITATION: BASED loosely ON TRUE EVENTS

Sixteen years.

Sixteen years she has stayed by my side.

For sixteen years, she has been my ever loving wife. She was the mother of my two children, both now teenagers. To her, sixteen years was a lifetime and she would complain of the ravages that time has taken on her body. To me, sixteen years ago was yesterday and she was still the 19 year old college student from L.A. that I married.

I tried to show her, every chance I got, that she was still the object of my desire. In truth, I felt that I was the one to whom time had been unkind. When I met her, I was a 22 year old Lance Corporal in the Marine Corps, full of life and motovation. She stood by my side when I was promoted to corporal. I stood by her side while she gave birth to our son. I saw her crying while she held our six week old baby in her arms as I got on the bus when I deployed to Iraq. It was her smiling face that I saw when I closed my eyes at night and when I stepped back off the bus when we came home. So many years later, my hair had gone gray and the long term consequences of military life had taken their toll, but she was still by my side. I tried to make her see that it was my own failing, and not hers, when my ability to “stand at attention” needed medical intervention, I could understand how she would think it was because of her… But it wasn’t.

Visiting my girlfriends nudist family [MF] [oral] [quickie] [fantasy]

“Hey sleepyhead, we’re there already”, I hear the voice of my girlfriend Becca from the driver seat next to me, ripping me out of my drowsy state.

I take a look out of the car window, realising, that we really parked next to a small white house. I’m starting to get nervous, we spent around six hours driving here and this creeping anxiety kept building itself up for every hour passing by, with us getting closer to our destination.

Seeing the expression on my face, Becca gives me a bright smile and a peck on my cheek, “it won’t be that bad”, she tries to calm me down. ” Easy for you to say, it’s your family we’re visiting. Also you’ve always hinted that they are a bit weird sometimes “, I sigh. ” Well it’s only my mom and sister and yeah, they are … permissive, but you’ll like them “, Becca reassures me.

We have been dating for nearly two years now, having visited my own parents several times, but she always said she wanted to be really sure about us, before bringing me back home herself. And now here I am, about to meet her family for the first time.

[F] That Time in College…

This was about 10 years ago in college, about 6 months before I met my now husband. This will be considered pretty tame compared to some of the things I read on here, but here goes.

This was towards the end of the year so I had had a few sexual encounters while at college, but mostly oral, hand stuff, and sex with a few guys who came within minutes of entering me (one about 2 pumps 😂). I was pretty unsatisfied overall with my college sex life up until this point. I was a freshman in a group of friends that were freshman and sophomores. Some of my older friends heard about a party at “The Soccer house” which was an old frat house, turned into housing for the soccer team. We weren’t invited, but we were 4 girls and 1 guy so we knew we’d get in 😉.

[M4F – IRL Gender Doesn’t Matter) The Dom Breadwinner You’ve Been Looking for

This would either be a roleplay, or a chat about what it would be like to live in this world. In it, women are submissive to men and live as housewives where they’re bred at the will of their man. You don’t have to work, worry about making rent or paying for school. As long as you cook, clean and give up your holes to be filled with my seed, you’ll have the easiest life imaginable…
If this tickles your fancy, feel free to DM me!
Kinks: primal, feet, breeding, romance, femdom, sloppy oral/kissing, assplay, dirty talk, squirting, etc.

Limits: hyper, scat, gore, vore, etc.

Rod’s Pleasure Carnival, Part 1 [College] [Free Use] [Gangbang] [Blowjob] [Bukkake]

*Jasmine Reviello is a 22-year-old college dropout living in Southern California, just outside of Los Angeles. This series follows her through the erotic, degrading misadventures of her life as an employee of a popular new sex carnival opened on Venice Beach. It does get “gross” at times, but as the carnival’s owner, Rod, promises: “there’s something here for everyone.”*

*****

I guess you could say I’ve never had a “real” job. I dropped out of college after one semester, but wasn’t about to go back home to live with my parents — they’d had enough of my “slacker” tendencies and I’d had enough of their constant hovering. So I found myself on the opposite side of the country from them, making bad decisions with the other California dreamers who roamed the boardwalks and city streets carrying a creaky longboard in one hand and a smoldering joint in the other.

My friend Marcy, who I frequently skipped Sociology with while I was still pretending I would complete my Arts degree, was the one who told me about the carnival for the first time. We were 19 then, and neither of us was about to squeeze into a restaurant apron or gas station visor just to buy dinner. But she’d been approached on campus by a recruiter for a new attraction coming to the area, promising big money for the right employees.