Tag: Oral

Your special masseuse (M/F) (Oral) (Massage)

There you are, lying on your back on the couch, fully clothed. I’ll sit by your legs and place my hands on your hips. I know you’ve been hurting and I just wanted to release you of all your pain. With my thumbs I carefully and gently rub your sore hip joints. I slowly move from one side of your body to the other once I knew that the aching had subsided.

I flip you over, now you’re lying face down. Your arms folded to form a natural cradle for your beautiful face. I remove your shirt and unhook your bra just so that your skin could breathe and also so that I could work my magical masseuse fingers on your back. I work on your neck for a couple of minutes, and work my way down to your shoulders, back and continue heading down to your butt. Your soft moans only motivates me to carry on. It was an indication that you liked what I was doing to you and that you were relaxed. Read more »

Memories of my [F]irst threesome… [FFM]

Hello! First things first, I’m an ESL, so please forgive me if I make mistakes. I also obviously replaced everyone’s names for the sake of privacy. This one happened a couple months ago, for the record.

With that out of the way, let me begin!

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We met on a chilly Friday night. Sean, Sophie, and I, Monica, matched on a local kink site. They had great reviews by other people they’ve played with, and I figured that if I was going to take a shot at this, I might as well take my shot with them.

Sean was in his mid-30s, and was pretty easy on the eyes : tall, handsome, and in impressive shape for someone who works in IT. When we met at the café, he was wearing a grey peacoat with a black turtleneck underneath, with black jeans and winter boots.

Sophie, like me, was just a year or two away from entering the triple X zone (sorry, I couldn’t resist that lol). She was quite short, but curvy, with strawberry blonde hair kept in a cute bun. She was wearing a tan duffel coat with a thick skirt and tights. Read more »

A Lesson In Oral Sex, Against Impossible Odds – “Knitting” [MF]

Show me a man who doesn’t give oral, and I’ll show you how to steal his girl.

To say that I’m a fan of oral sex is the understatement of the century. Short of the judicious application of power tools, I have never known anything that would drive a woman to orgasm so powerfully, reliably, and repeatedly.

As Robin Williams taught us “Bring a lunch, stay for the day.”

I was living in the city of Kalamazoo at the time. Yes, it’s a real place, no you don’t actually want to visit. Kalamazoo is a great place to be from, and there’s a long list of reasons that the majority of people who live there only do it for a few years.

But if you have to suffer, there’s no reason not to do it in style. It’s a college town and I was living on Stanwood street in the heart of the student ghetto. I had a small liberal arts college off the end of my driveway, an old state university at the other end of the block, and hot and cold running pussy abound at all times of day and night. The women of Kalamazoo were beautiful, plentiful, and even if you couldn’t find Miss Right, you could certainly find Miss Right Now. Read more »

The first time I went down on a girl was at the beach, and there was an audience. [MF]

Long time lurker. First time poster.

The story I’m going to tell you happened a good few years back, just as I was finishing high-school. My family and I had taken a late summer break in a small coastal beach town – one of those places 10 or 20 years past their glory days, but affordable enough to still pull crowds.

I was a very shy, very sheltered kid, 18 year old kid from a very conservative family. I’d kissed a couple of girls I played tennis with. But outside of that all my sexual experiences (and knowledge) came from magazines and Dear Penthouse letters.

Our first day at the beach, I’m lying alongside my family soaking up the half bored torture, half pleasure of family holidays, when I see her. A gorgeous pale skinned blonde teen, about my age, frizzy blonde hair and a too tight, ever so slowly slightly transparent swimsuit that obviously hadn’t kept up with her growth spurts. She was lying a few meters away, and from my angle I can already make out two gorgeous, large breasts straining against her suit. Read more »

My first time fluid-bonding with my first babygirl (in two acts)

This is what I wrote to her the day before:

Be wearing very little when I arrive. Be ready for me. Know that you’re going to be a very good girl for me, let me do as I please, and please me in the ways I want without argument.

Tomorrow will be all about *love* to start. I’m going to worship your entire body, and take my time doing so. Especially your legs and feet. Have you naked on your back on the bed. Push your legs together and give you a teasing you’ve never had. When I think you’re ready, you will be allowed to open your legs for me…but only If you ask nicely. You’ll get the fingering you love, you deserve, in the way only I can do for you. I’m going to *make* you come again and again. Own you completely, my own little quivering wet grateful mess.

And then you’re going to tell me how bad you need me to be inside you. I’ll ask you some questions, and you’ll give me the right answers. And then we’ll touch each other in ways we haven’t before. Read more »

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Anal sex after church. [MF]. Losing our virginity and going to hell.

Marisa and I were classmates in a strict religious high school. We were both naive 18-year-old virgins and had been fully indoctrinated into the dogmatic rules of sex by religious purists. Premarital sex was forbidden, and if you masturbated you had to get on your knees and confess it to a dude in a little dark confined booth. As soon as I got cleared for entry back into heaven I always got kicked immediately back out for imagining boobs. It was frustrating. I was frustrated.

Despite attempting to perpetuate a culture that championed sexual abstinence, our head church figure was one day scandalously arrested in a public restroom. Considering this was the same person who scolded us not to explore our own sinful desires, we became more open to alternate viewpoints. Also, I just started assuming I was going straight to hell and quit going to that little booth to get bailed out every time I masturbated or thought about boobs. Read more »

[FM] Spent all Sunday jerking and sucking my boyfriend off for my own amusement.

We have a hot tub in our backyard that has been getting a lot of use these last few weeks, specifically the last two. I’ll be the first to admit, I’m not that good at blowjobs, but I’m phenomenal with handjobs. The two combined are enough to make my boyfriend cum relatively quick. Sunday I decided we should do a movie marathon and spend the day in the sun, grill some food, and have a day together. No phones, no distractions, just us. He rigged up the Apple TV to the outdoor tv and we put on Kung Fu panda because I love that movie. He doesn’t like to submerge beyond he stomach so he’s usually sitting on the step of the edge. I’m sitting between his legs leaning against him sipping my glass of wine, enjoying our day together. I’m about a half bottle in and I’m a little bitch with alcohol so I’m already feeling a buzz coming on. I get brave when I drink, so I took my top off. Let’s see if I can blend these tan lines. We see each other naked literally every day so it’s not like he got hard and bent me over right there. I saw that thing swinging around this morning when he was getting ready for work. Read more »

Double-teaming our tiny teen babysitter [Bi] [MMf] [Teen] [Threesome] [Age gap] [Creampie] [Oral]

One of the many amazing things about my husband Zach, is that he’s just as wonderfully perverted and horny as I am. And, like me, he’s bisexual. Actually, Zach and I are alike in many ways. We both consider health and fitness an important part of our lives. We’re both very open about our wants and desires. And we’ve both admitted to wanting a threesome with a younger guy or girl one day. Oh, and we’re both switches but, Zach tends to be more dominant whilst I’m more submissive.

It seems we’re a pretty perfect match for each other. Which is why we married fairly young and have been happily married for a little over a decade now. Despite being together for so long, we actually had never managed to arrange a threesome with anyone. For the first few years of our relationship, we did experiment with our kinks and fantasies but just decided to keep it between the two of us. Then as we grew up, other, more important things took over. From buying a house, our careers and, most recently, starting a family. Read more »

Anthony Cuckold Beginnings [cuck] [cuckold] [oral] [masturbation]

*Authors Note: First off thank you for reading. This is my first story posted here.*
*I would love any feedback you may want to provide.*

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Katherine awoke to the sun light filtering through the curtains. Slowly reaching out to her husband Anthony. She groped along the sheets eyes still closed, hoping he would wake up as aroused as she had. Suddenly remembering he had to leave early for work she was disappointed.

Katherine lay in bed eyes still closed wondering what to do next, she could feel her panties were moist from the dream she just had. It started to become a regular one. She and her husband were out on a date she was wearing her skin tone panty hose, a short black mini skirt and matching black lace panties and bra, she always had her make up nicely done and her hair up in a bun.

This time it was the waiter serving them who had been flirting all night towards both Katherine and Anthony but the guy changed each time. Neither of them was sure who he wanted more. Having been her dream her husband Anthony was completely receptive to it despite her knowing he in reality he wouldn’t. While the waiter was out of ear shot they discussed the possibility of inviting him over. When he returned it was actually Anthony who suggested inviting him back to their place. Read more »

DAD LIKES YOU [MxF: rape, anal, oral]

‘You’re a beautiful young lady.’

Roger beamed, stepping forward to give me a kiss on the cheek. The gesture was swift but for a moment, he was way too close to me. To the point where I could feel the brush of his semi erect penis, resting against my thigh, through my thin summer dress.

It was inappropriate and I was left biting my lip, feeling incredibly awkward. When he pulled away, I could feel his saliva coating my skin. I resisted the urge to wipe my cheek, concealing my feelings of disgust behind a polite smile as I stood on the doorstep beside my new boyfriend, Chris. We were visiting his parents at their country house.

Well, *parent.*

‘My parents got divorced five years ago.’

Chris had explained earlier that day, in the long drive over. We were staying the weekend. I had only been dating Chris for a couple of months before he suggested meeting his dad. I had butterflies in my tummy when he had asked me. Most guys would balk at the idea of taking a girl home to meet the parents so soon. I took it as a sign that he was serious about me. Read more »