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I need my Daddy. (M/f) (oral) (fingering)(making the fuck out)

Daddy Long Legs.

I have a problem and I need your help solving it.

Daddy, will you help me? Please?

I’m so desperate. I’ve looked high and low. Left and right and you’re the only one who seems like he is worthy of helping me.

You. With those long fucking legs and those whirring eyes. You. I need you. I want you and only you, Daddy.

See, my pussy is so fucking wet that the crotch of my panties are soaked. See? My fingers are completely dripping. And there’s this tickle I can’t describe. It’s so intense, Daddy. Help me.

It’s throbbing for you, Daddy. I was hoping that I might convince you to taste it. Maybe suck it a little. I think you’d like it. I tasted myself just now and I think you might enjoy some time with it.

Would you like that, Daddy? Would you like to help me? I want you to make me cum.

Put your lips on my clit and pull gently. Insert those gorgeous hands into my warm wet cunt and scratch this itch. I feel like I’m going to die unless you make me cum. It’s urgent. Please. Please. Read more »

Hotel Room (pt 1)

(TL:DR- Anonymous hotel room set up for friends to play with her)

So this one took a while to make happen. A little bit of time and research. And a lot of talking it through and over. In the end, I told my significant other what I wanted and rules were made.

I was nervous walking into the hotel room. It was a suite actually. The best thing about it was the living area. Just a comfortable seating area around a pint sized coffee table. No foccal point, not yet.

I ended up blindfolded and positioned over the table, soft ropes binding me hand and foot to the corners. All I needed was something to keep me supported and in place.Who knows how long this challenge would last. I had been cleaned up, primped and polished. Smooth body, bald pussy and clean ass for whatever treats awaited me. I wasn’t wearing panties, only a garter belt and hose under an ass skimming skirt and a skimpy top that left most of my back bare. Enough clothing that I wasn’t naked, just accessible. Read more »

Metamorphosis (Part 1) – Toy boy reminisces affair with mature female professor.

Metamorphosis. A process during which a small larva transforms into a beautiful butterfly. The larva spins a cocoon around itself and undergoes a transformation within. It finally emerges from the cocoon as an adult butterfly; fully developed; ready to spread its wings and take flight.

…..

I gazed into Shreya’s cute, pixie face. We sat in the food court of PVR IMAX, waiting for our show to start. There was still half an hour left. Shreya sipped her coffee. I indulged in a scoop of Belgian dark-chocolate ice-cream.

I tried to focus on her words but her red glossy lips distracted me. I wanted to reach across the table and kiss those succulent lips. Her long, black hair shone under the lights. She’d had them curled recently with maroon highlights.

She looked stunning in her pink off-shoulder top. It displayed quite a bit of skin on her shoulders and chest. The top hugged her figure and accentuated her curves. White capri jeans complimented her tight butt and toned legs. Read more »

[FM] CNC with a virgin

This happened a few months ago. I met someone on an anonymous chat app. Right off the bat we had chemistry. She has such a great sense of humor, and is constantly making me laugh. She’s a brunette, Latina, with an amazing figure, and a cute face to match. She also has a great sense of style, and of course I was happy to receive all the pictures she wanted to send.

After texting for a few days we decided to phone call. Instantly I felt the chemistry. We didn’t intend to talk for very long, but our conversation ended up going for 5 hours. We talked about everything, work, life, and sex. I told her about my kinks, I enjoy CNC and light BDSM. She tells me how she’s a virgin, she has a little bit of experience but is saving herself for marriage. She also told me she had a dress and was sad she had only worn it once, and needed a reason to wear it. So we plan a date, so she has a reason to wear her dress. Read more »

Billy Wilson (P.I.) Part 1 (oral, MF, dubcon)

(Author’s note: I wanted something with a sense of humor today. Thinking about making this a series. Please leave notes in the comments as to whether or not you would like to see more).

I have three rules:

1) Never date a woman whose brothers have knife scars
2) Never chase women or buses; you’ll always get left behind
and
3) Never attend a party where you have to have an alias

Tonight, I was going to break all three. It’s murder at Howard’s house and I, Billy Wilson (P.I.), was in attendance.

It was a dark and stormy night, ok. Yeah, cliche, but it actually was; get over it. Old man Howard had finally kicked the bucket. The greedy little bastard choked on a chicken wing and literally kicked over his KFC.

Tonight was the designated reading of his will. I was there as muscle for one of his former mistresses, Aliba Pine. Since their last encounter, Ms. Pine was worried about Mrs. Howard something about being beaten with a cucumber. Read more »

Two couples have some amazing fun in Paris (wife swap) (MF) (Anal fuck)

Chapter 1

It finally happened, the weekend of August 6th 2021 in Paris , while on vacation with our closest friends, Sumit and Simran. We had this vacation planned for almost a year and we never actually expected it to happen, but it did. We had joked about it when we would go out and have a little much to drink but it was always just a little banter nothing anyone ever took seriously. This night, in Paris would be memorable as the banter and flirting would lead right into action. We swapped spouses for the first time, that was it we only swapped, didn’t do an orgy, no three way to start we just swapped. Read more »

Bigger, Better and Wetter (MF) (BBW) (Creampie) (Oral)

I’m not a man that asks for much. I love my steak medium-rare. I like my music loud with the bass up. I like my women big and curvy.

Initially, I thought double D’s and soft, plump asses were just some phase or fetish I was into. Yet, the more my friends talked about their types, the more sure about my own preferences I became.

They preferred tall, think, shapely ass and perky tits. A flat tummy and slender legs. Essentially, their dicks perked up at a carbon copy of what a traditional supermodel is supposed to look like. Don’t get me wrong, I could certainly appreciate the work required to maintain a slender figure and a tight tummy. It just wasn’t for *me*.

I try telling them big girls are wetter, kinkier, and the blowjobs are to die for. While my friends are begging the “hottest” chicks across campus to text them back, I’m busy having the best sex of my life. Ah well, more for me. Read more »

Reporter’s dilemma part 11 (bestiality ahead)

Her husband Brad was home before the kids, and Caroline went at him like a hungry lioness on a gazelle. Her body was still buzzing, and in the bedroom, Caroline stroked him up and climbing aboard him with a smile of desire, she grunted with pleasure as she impaled herself, enjoying Brad’s loud grunt as she swiveled her hips down, her hungry, needy pussy swallowing him right to the balls. Carolyn rode him with expert strokes, keeping her pussy muscles gripping tightly at Brad’s cock, as she pushed herself down, finding the right spot, then AHHHHH, perfect, her clit was rubbing against the top of his cock shaft as she rode him. She quickly crested, her pussy quivering and milking at Brad’s cock as he grunted, growled, and let the superb sucking action of her cunt milk his throbbing prick dry.

The hot, fast fuck just before the kids got home had barely scratched that needy itch. Once the kids had been fed dinner and were settled in the living room, watching their favorite movie, Caroline pulled Brad into the garage. In the back seat of their mini-van, they went at each other like two horny teenagers. Brad was driving his cock into Caroline’s burning heat, fucking her with long hard strokes, as Caroline grunted, growled, and cried out, until she felt the wellspring of orgasm wash over her, milking hard at Brad’s cock as he buried himself one last time, and jetted his load into her. Read more »

Releasing frustrations after work [MF] [oral] [BDSM] [spanking]

As you walk out of work, you grab your phone and send me a text message “I will be home in 15 minutes, I expect you naked and waiting for me when I get home.” You smile thinking about all the devious things you have planned for me tonight. At home, my phone buzzes, I check it to find your text message. I get excited knowing you want to play, my mind races as I think of what I need to accomplish in 15 minutes.

You walk through the door after arriving home. You place your keys on the counter and kick your shoes off by the door. Your cock twitches, knowing that if I followed your instructions, that I’m waiting for you in the bedroom. Walking down the hallway, you approach the bedroom door, getting into your Dominant mindset, anxious to use me to forget about your day. Read more »

My [21f] first Tinder hookup [FF]

I’m 25 now and this was four years ago, but I remember the details pretty well- especially since this was my first proper fuck. My actual first time was kind of a letdown ngl, but it was ultimately the circumstance rather than the person that was disappointing. But onto the story.

I’ll call the girl Yesenia.

Her profile: Mexican, 19, lesbian, robust and athletic, a dancer, had long brown-to-blonde ombre hair, a couple of tattoos, probably 5’4” or 5’5”.

In my profile I said explicitly that I was only looking for hookups. College/life was a lot to handle at the time and seeking a relationship felt overwhelming. All I wanted was to touch and be touched- no strings attached.

After we matched we talked and flirted for a bit before she got right to the point- when was I free to go to her place? I was grateful for her forthrightness. I may look masc but I am not the suave person I sometimes wish I could be.

In preparation, I remember having to cut my nails- like, my hands were literally shaking. It’s funny to look back on how nervous I was. Read more »