CIn the early part of our relationship, my lady, “Lisette,” was actually quite prudish and reserved, for the most part, but she used to let me take pictures of her in outfits I would pick out for her. She had long, muscular legs, an impossibly firm ass, pouty, full lips, olive complexion and the most lustrous, thick, mid-back length hair I’ve ever seen. She would come over to my place and I’d ask her to “model” the various clothes (mostly sheer, or fishnet tops, no bra, and a thong or just thigh highs with no panties}. She called me one evening and said she wanted to come by and try on some new outfits she’d gotten. I said I’d love for her to come by, but my roommate, “Mick.,” was home. Much to my surprise, she replied with a terse, “So! I don’t care!” I was a bit shocked at her boldness, but it was extremely arousing thinking about her getting into those erotic outfits while Mick was there.
I told Mick when I got off the phone that he might want to stick around. He asked why and I just smiled and said, “Trust me. You’ll find out soon enough.” He looked curiously at me but didn’t leave that evening. When Lisette arrived I said, “Alright! This is what we’ve been waiting for.” He looked at me, puzzled, and sat there watching TV as I greeted Lisette. We scurried off into my bedroom and she showed me her latest purchases from Victoria’s Secret. I particularly liked the sheer nightgown and the thigh highs, all red, and suggested she put those on. Then I said, “I’ll be waiting for you in the front room.” She smiled with a touch of mischief in her eyes and I walked back into the front room. “So, what is it I’m supposed to be sticking around for?” Mick queried when I came back into the front room. I ignored him and asked him if he’d like a beer. “Sure!” About the time I handed him the brew, Lisette came wandering around the corner, her perky breasts all but completely visible as the sheer red material did little to hide the contours.
She was wearing a lacy black thong and the thigh highs, as well as a pair of heels. Mick looked dumbstruck. He was obviously uncomfortable and tried not to stare. He quickly finished his beer and got up to retrieve another. When he did, I said to Lisette, “Hey, why not lose the panties?” “What?” she replied. “I don’t want to freak Mick out.” He’s gone, Hon. I just want to get a picture of your gorgeous ass!” Mick was in the kitchen, milling around nervously, but he maintained a perfect view of Lisette from over the bar. She slipped her panties off with her smoking hot ass pointed directly at Mick. She stood in front of me, facing me so I could get some pics of her bottomless crotch. Then, she turned around and bent over to display her ass for a photo. She noticed Mick ogling her as she did, and she gave him a devilish smile.
This made him absolutely skittish, and he quickly scurried off to his room in the back. Lisette laughed and returned to my room which was right next to Mick’s, to change into something else. Mick walked out of his room and glanced over in time to see Lisette’s naked ass as she slipped a blue thong on over her tanned, silky skin. She heard him, I guess, because she turned and smiled at him as she finished pulling them up. He seemed to have been hypnotized for a bit, but suddenly realized he was standing there staring at her, and he darted off into the front room completely mesmerized by Lisette’s sensuality. I got up and went back to see how Lisette was doing and she related what had happened. Then, I heard Mick walk down the hall and go into his room. “Man! Do you see how CRAZY you’re making him?” She looked a bit embarrassed and said, “What do you mean?” “He can’t contain himself! He’s so hot for you right now he can hardly function!” She rolled her eyes and said, “Right!” I said, “Hey, it’s turning me on A LOT! Do you feel like teasing him a bit?” “What? No! I can’t tease him! He’ll get the wrong idea!” “Well,” I continued, “what’s wrong with that?” She looked at me, perplexed, and said, “I don’t want him to get all worked up for nothing!” “So,” I began, “who says it’s for nothing?” “What do you mean?” she asked with some sense of intrigue in her voice. “Well, why not just see how it goes?” “I don’t know what you mean,” she replied, “but I’m not going to just fuck him, you know!” “I didn’t say THAT. I just think that maybe you could loosen up a bit…you DO think Mick’s kinda sexy, right?” She considered this for a moment then retorted, “Well, it doesn’t matter what I think. He’s probably not into me like that.” I laughed out loud and looked at her in disbelief. “You ARE kidding, I hope! His pants were about to burst open when he saw you!” She smiled and blushed lightly. “Just go and get him a beer, and take it to him in his room.” “Ok. I can do that.” She bounded out the door, but I stopped her and said, “Lisette, maybe you should wear this.” I held up a white “wife-beater” that clung tightly to her curves, the bottom coming just to her waist. She quickly put it on saying, “Pervert!” Then, before she could leave I said, “Wait! You should wear that and the thigh-highs and some heels, but no panties.” “No panties!!” “C’mon! You’re so hot tonight and I LOVE the way you’re driving him insane!” She reluctantly dropped the panties, then put on her white thigh highs and heels and left the room to get a beer for me and Mick.
I leaned over to Mick’s door and said, “Mick! Ready for another beer?” He replied warily, it seemed, “Yea…I guess.” “I’ll get you one, hold on!!” Lisette returned with two beers seconds later and handed me mine, then stood there looking like she didn’t know what to do with the other one. “Well,” I asked, “are you gonna give Mick his beer?” She looked nervously towards his door and asked, “Is he in there?” “You know he is, Goofy! Knock on the door!” She reached over and tapped lightly on the door to which Mick said, “Door’s open!” She looked at me, shrugging her shoulders, and whispered, “What do I do?” I said, “Go in, scaredy-cat! He’s not gonna bite you!” Then I added, “Unless you want him to.” I snickered at her as I shut my door and motioned for her to go in. She took a few seconds, enough for Mick to repeat, “Door’s open!” Then I heard her open the door.
I could hear her voice barely saying, “You did want a beer, right?” I could almost hear Mick say, “Yes.” Then, I heard Lisette say, “So what are you doing?” Then I heard something I didn’t expect. I heard the door shut! She had, apparently, shut it behind her as Mick mumbled something about not doing anything at all. Oh my God! I thought, is she really going to seduce him? I was in a curious state of mind about this – on the one hand, I was entirely aroused, thinking about her dark brown eyes looking at Mick as he tried not to be obvious about what he wanted. On the other hand, it kind of bothered me that she was so willing to make this happen! I could hear some shuffling in his room, but I couldn’t tell what the hell was going on. The only piece of furniture in his room was his bed, other than a dresser upon which his TV sat. I could just hear Lisette ask, “What are you watching?” His reply was inaudible, but it was clear he wanted her to watch it with him.
It seemed like a minute or so went by before I heard Mick’s door open and then my door swung open as Lisette, with an excited look on her face entered and said, “I’m gonna watch a movie with Mick, ok?” I had to collect my thoughts and reply, “Sure! What are you guys gonna watch?” She smiled at me and said, “Does it matter?” I felt compelled to ask her, “So, wait a minute. What did he do when you walked in there like that?” She smiled and leaned in close to me and whispered, “I think you were right. He IS hot for me!” Again, I was a bit unsteady. I asked, “So, are you gonna fuck him?” She looked at me and drew closer and with those delicious lips she kissed me deeply and then she said, “How am I supposed to know?” Then, she turned and scampered out the door, turning to wave at me before she re-entered Mick’s room.
My mind was racing, not knowing if I should intervene, or try to hear what was going on, or WHAT to do. I could hear them laughing and speaking quietly to one another, and the TV volume suddenly raised to a level that drowned out any other sounds that might be coming from the room…Now, I was going nuts!! I HAD to know what was going on in there. Just then, I remembered that Mick’s bedroom window had blinds that were badly damaged making it very easy to view his room from outside. “What are you thinking?” I asked myself, feeling a bit odd about the implications of my “peeping” on Mick and Lisette, but, I reasoned, this whole idea was pretty much mine and Lisette IS my girlfriend, so I decided right there to go ahead and sneak into the back yard and have a look.
I could see that the only light in the room seemed to be coming from the TV. Mick’s bed was situated along the far wall as I peered in. The TV sat on the dresser in front of me which offered me some cover as I peered into the room. I could see that they were both lying on the bed, Lisette a respectable distance from Mick, her legs bent in front of her as she watched the TV. Mick had apparently gotten more comfortable, as I could see that he was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He was watching TV, but his eyes also darted over towards Lisette every few seconds. I watched them for about two minutes and was getting ready to go back in when I noticed that Lisette had caught a glimpse of Mick glancing at her. She turned her head and smiled at him and I could just read her lips as she said, “What are you looking at?” He looked startled by her catching him ogling her and seemed to be saying, “Nothing! I was watching the movie!” Lisette laughed quietly, shook her head, which caused her hair to flip back as she stroked it, and kept smiling at Mick. “What?” I could hear him ask with a hint of desperation in his voice. “You’re so full of shit!” Lisette replied as she swung a pillow at Mick’s head then fell back onto the bed with her head lying on the pillow and her legs out in front of her. I could see Mick taking in the tantalizing sight as Lisette lay there with little of nothing on.
“What is that supposed to mean?” he pleaded. She turned and smiled at him as she bent her left knee, which was closest to Mick, up to provide some obstruction to Mick’s view. “C’mon!” he squealed, “What is that supposed to mean?” She turned her head away and said, “Nothing!” Then she began intently watching the TV, leaving Mick confused and aroused. How did I know he was aroused? His dick was like a pole for his boxer short ‘tent’ and he was trying to hide it as best he could, but having little luck. Then, Lisette turned her head back towards him and said, “I can tell what you’re thinking!” Then she laughed as she eyed him with a slightly seductive glare. “What do you mean?” Mick asked, not really needing an answer. Lisette looked into his eyes then pointed towards his increasingly stiff cock and said, “You really aren’t doing a good job of hiding it!” Then she turned her head back to the TV, still smiling excitedly. Mick said, “You weren’t supposed to notice!” “Oh, really?” she began, “So are you embarrassed or something?” “Embarrassed? Why would I be?” She laughed again and shook her head and said: “Never mind.”
Mick looked confused for a second, then he stared up and down Lisette’s stretched out, lithe, taut body with a decidedly lustful gaze. Then, very slowly, he reached over towards Lisette and lightly stroked her shoulder, slowly beginning to rub her neck as she lay there without moving. She turned her head to look at him momentarily and, without hesitation, Mick leaned in and kissed her, his lips finding hers moist, ready, and receptive.
They kissed gently at first, then Mick leaned his body over Lisette’s and the intensity increased dramatically. Lisette began to grope away at Mick’s ass and back as she pulled him into her while wrapping her right leg around his body. When they broke away from the kiss Lisette rolled him over and lay on top of him as she began touring his body with her tongue. She worked her way down towards his crotch and pulled his boxers off with deft skill and speed. As for me, I was absolutely spellbound. It was surreal, I thought, in that Lisette was not typically aggressive yet, here she was, at this moment, vigorously licking the shaft of my roommate’s cock, and letting him pull her head over the tip of his swelling member then shove it down as she let the entire length of it glide into her throat. The sounds were becoming audible as the two of them began to ascend towards climax. She skillfully sucked and licked and tugged on the pulsating dick as she held her eyes on Mick’s. He was in the grips of ecstasy, enjoying the intensity of Lisette’s incredible oral magic.
Tag: Oral
My Quarantine Survival Guide, Part 1: Reenter Riley ([MF], cheating, long)
There are stories that start off as humble brags and end up being a cautionary tale. There are stories that are supposed to have morals that are really pointless. There are works of absurdity. I’m not sure where this fits into the mix. I’m bored of consuming content and want to create something, to have anything to show for weeks of isolation. And it’s a little bit of “here’s an interesting thing; I hope you enjoy it.”
On some level.
I think this is probably a survival guide for the pandemic. We’re all stuck in a completely bonkers environment with little sprinkles of normalcy pervading our quarantine clusters. There’s death all around you and you need to make the most of the little bits of life that you can get. That’s rule one in the plaugelands.
Before the lockdown or quarantine started, I was watching that Freddie Mercury biopic. He had a line where he was talking to a girl (probably more than one line actually; it was a refrain to match the eponymous song) where he said she was the “love of his life”. And it seems a little stupid, right? That Freddie Mercury, the gayest rockstar of an era, has a woman that is the “love of his life”. I mean, he ends up with a dude. With a lot of dudes in between. Takes him awhile to get there, but that’s his jam.
[FM] Celebrating The Dayshift With Mutual Oral Abuse
My wife has been working night shift for over 3 years. That not only means I’m wasn’t seeing here for the 3 or 4 days a week she was doing shifts at the hospital, but even on her days off she was exhausted and having a tough time adjusting her sleep schedule. It has taken a toll on our sex life, but we are insanely hot for each other still so I never let it bother me.
Well this week she finally started a new job where she is working day shift! Not only that… but now she’s working remotely from home with me! Monday morning felt so trippy. We got up together, she made breakfast while I took at the trash. Then we both got to work side by side by eachother all day. I dressed up a bit just to get her attention…. she followed in suite by dolling up like something out of a magazine.
All day we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. She would seal around behind me and grab my cock while I was typing. I take a break and make out with her on the couch and grab her tits. By the end of the day we were both insanely wound up.
Submissive girlfriend for a sexist, abusive guy [MF, humil, sad]
Hi,
I wrote this as a roleplay ad for r/dirtypenpals, but it contains a story that is too long for most people there. Since it is around the size of a mid-short story for the standards here, I will paste it here. I will leave the rest of the ad (which is about roleplaying), but if you just want to read the story, scroll down to the section “Base Story”. It is written in a dry style, with some inlined prompts for the reader and without a lot of detail, as I meant it as a base for roleplaying specific scenes, but it is still self-contained fiction and the ideas in it may still be interesting for some people here.
# Introduction
I would like to roleplay a story about a submissive girlfriend in the sense of accepting sexism and being absolutely devoted to the satisfaction of the man in a selfless way, like an “active doormat”. This means that she is not a horny sub and she doesn’t really expect pleasure or satisfaction for herself, but she does everything out of sheer love and devotion.
Oh my [cucking] god — [POV] [roommates] [queer gaze] [F/NB] [one night stand] [sluttiness] [oral] [strapon]
We’re sitting at our bar and you’re moping, as usual. I thought that taking you out tonight might cheer you up, but you’re sad again. Face buried in your beer, you’re a bear of a man. A teddybear of a man, maybe.
*”Something something… no girl will want to go home with you… redacted…”* I think I hear you say. It’s okay, it’s Friday night, and maybe we can still lift your spirits.
“Robert.” I announce, grandly spinning my barstool and waving my Old Fashioned wildly. I’m not drunk, mind you, this is just me. And you know that. Which is why you groan.
“What do you want, Puck.” You groan. Whatever I’m about to say or do is going to be… extra. It’s going to be A Fucking Lot.”
“Robert, Robert, Robert… My dear sweet darling, lovely pal Robert…” You grunt and look up at me.
Slender and long legged, short auburn hair, piercing green eyes, a rakish single hoop in my ear– I am the epitome of androgyny. Queer candy and don’t I know it. We’re an unlikely duo– the cuddly giant and the silly fairy. I’ve pointed it out before– you’re straight, you don’t get it. Figures.
[M]y first and only public [F]ucking
Year is 2000. I’m a junior at a big midwestern university. School’s recently back in session. It’s a beautiful night, not too humid. I’m playing basketball with the boys, but screwing around talking shit more than anything.
A group of girls is walking by, one sees me and screams my name. Julie’s a year younger and goes to a different school (another state), but I know her through friends and she visits a bit. We had been flirty / FWB-ish in the past, but hadn’t ever had sex. I didn’t know she was in town.
She isn’t a smokin’ hottie or anything, but she’s fun and super cute with a tight body and perky breasts. Very much my type.
Game interrupted. Julie and I start talking and flirting hard. Her friend group kind of breaks up with vague plans to meet later. We walk together to get money at the atm.
The nearest atm is in a courtyard thing — think strip mall, but in a square, and the middle of the square is a pedestrian mall. During the day it is crowded with students, but at night everything is closed, so the only foot traffic is people walking across campus or going to the atm.
Mikey and Mrs. Jones part 2
It was 5 days before Mikey could beg his way back into Ashley’s room. 5 long, interminable days of Ashley’s merciless prick-teasing ways, combined with the rapturous memory of her stepmother’s mouth sucking his cock, that had him going out of his mind with lust. On his own, he had driven past Ashley’s house several times a day, every day, trying to catch a glimpse of the sexy woman who had filled his every waking thought since that glorious act of oral philanthropy.
Well, nearly every waking thought.
He would still dearly love to get into Ashley’s pants. Or her mouth. Inside her shirt? Any goddamn thing beyond getting a hand on her still dressed tit and barely getting in a squeeze before she pushed it away. He had actually gotten his hopes up tonight, when she had allowed him to get his hand underneath her cheerleader sweater. His heart hammered with excitement as his hand ran up the creamy skin of her belly. His fingertips touched her bra, sliding upwards. The feel of her stiff nipple pushing through the stretchy material was almost enough to make him jizz in his pants. Then she had shied away, pushing his hand out, giggling at his frustrated whimper.
[FM] My first blowjob led to an awkward conversation
I thought I’d share a story that’s slightly more embarrassing (for me, at least).
A long time ago, before I’d even properly been sexual with anyone, there was a mutual crush between myself and a guy I had known for a couple of years. We never really acted on it until one day, he invited me back to his house for an afternoon. We went up to his room to hang out and watch a movie. He got closer to me and we moved in to kiss. It wasn’t exactly passionate, more like two young people figuring out how it all works. He put his hand on my leg which made me tingle a little. I started to think maybe we were about to have sex. I’d never done it before, would I be good? What should I do? I pushed closer to him and could feel his erection pushing into me through his jeans. His hands slid up my shirt and onto my sides, trying to touch my bra with his fingertips, I think he was trying touch my breasts without me realising. I was almost ready for him to take my virginity.
Looking for werewolf (or other shifter) erotica in which they fuck in their shifted form. Anyone?
I’d prefer it if one character were human , but it’s not necessary; I’d be interested in some shifter-on-shifter action! ;)
If you are interested, I do knew of one book that somewhat fits the bill. It’s an FMM fantasy erotic romance series by A. H. Lee that begins with Incubus Caged. The incubus is a panther shifter. There’s only some oral while he’s in his panther form, no intercourse.
The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel, Chapter 4 (MF) (Switch) (Oral) (Sub/Domme)
After Rod leaves the boss told Anna to get dressed and take some time to recover. He asks her to make sure his appointments for the rest of the day are set up and ready to go.
“You did well, Anna. I’m impressed you were so willing to do that for me,” he says as she gets dressed.
“Well, sir, I am at your beckoned call for things. I was surprised you had me blow another man, a gay man no less, but I would never question you,” she says with a smile as she closes her dress around her body.
He puts his hand beneath her chin, tipping her face up to meet his, kissing her deeply on the mouth, the taste of mouthwash washing over the gesture.
Anna coughs slightly and shows herself out of his office, makes herself some tea to soothe her throat, and texts her husband to tell him about the upcoming trip to Europe for work. “Hey babe, boss asked me to go with him to meet with some clients in Europe next month. I don’t really have a say in it, but I wanted you to know! Love you.”