Billionaire Breeding Agency Part 3 (MF)(FF)(F) (breeding) (Pregnancy) (BDSM) (Oral)(Anal)(Solo/Object)

[Part 1](https://rileyblackstone.com/2020/02/27/billionaire-breeding-agency-1/) [Part 2](https://rileyblackstone.com/2020/02/27/billionaire-breeding-agency-2/)

Chapter 7

Michelle felt the cold tiles press against her cheek as the old man’s hand pressed her face into the wall of the shower.  As soon as he came to her, he led her to the shower, fulfilling her fantasy.  They had started with the customary blowjob, this time she had made it all the way to twenty with his cock jammed down her throat.

As he pulled his cock out of her mouth, he had pulled her up and pressed her up against the shower wall, pinning her with his body as he thrust his hard cock into her tight ass.  She screamed as her ass was stretched, she hadn’t been fucked in the ass in at least six months, and the pain was exquisite.  Her screams seemed to invigorate the old man, each time Michelle whimpered or squealed in pain, he would thrust faster, drawing out the screams. 

“More, fuck me harder!”  Michelle cried out when she felt him begin to slow his pace.  She was so aroused by the old man taking her in the ass that she knew she was going to come without touching herself… if he could keep going.

The Wrong Road Taken Part 5 [MF] [Oral] [Anal] [Witchcraft]

When she began kissing the back of my neck, all thoughts turned towards one thing, making her happy.
From behind she reached around to stroke my already hardened cock.
Turning me around Lucretia sat me down in a chair while kneeling between my legs.
Within seconds my cock was engulfed by her mouth.
Let the ecstasy begin!

As Lucretia began her oral ministrations the two bits of wood embedded in my body began their dance.
The one in my penis started its vibrations while the one in my rear started pumping. Both of them banging into my prostate causing a heightened sense of ecstasy.
Within moments I was ready to pop.
To prevent wasting the moment I pulled Lucretia off me and had her switch places.
With a twist, instead of sitting I had her on her knees on the seat her upper torso bent over the back of the chair.
Pulling up a chair I sat behind her and wet to town with my tongue and lips.
For the next five or so minutes I concentrated on every spot my lips could reach while totally ignoring her pussy and clit.
When my tongue began to rim her little ring, she cried out her moans.
Stiffening my tongue I took a chance and pressed it inward past that little ring.
At this point it was necessary to grab her cheeks to hold her still or risk getting bucked off my chair.

The Further Adventures of Frank and Karen Part 8 [MF] [MM] [BDSM]

My first thought was to run and run fast.
The problem was in my place there was no place to run to.
Both the girls began the chase each angling to cut me off as I attempted to swerve and dodge.
The end results were inevitable, I got caught.
Both the girls dragged me to the bedroom.
While I didn’t put up much of a fight or fuss, I did put on a good show.
As they pushed me onto the bed I began attempting to twist away from their grasp.
This had the effect of causing them to act in unison to subdue me.
To that end both girls sat on my back as I lay face down on the mattress.
It was Barb that grabbed the straps that previously bound Karen’s legs and bound each of my legs to opposite sides of the bed via the posts on the corners.
While Karen followed suite with my wrists.

BJs & Bruises! Thrills & French kisses [MF]

So I’m sat here at an airport on a 4 hour layover and extremely sleep deprived. I’m meant to be working on a book I’ve been trying to write for 2 years but my dick won’t stop twitching! So what am I gonna do? Same thing I always do – give in to every distraction and share a recent sexy-times story with you lot!

“A Dick Appointment” [M/F] – [CNC] – [Breeding]

It had been awhile, but we had finally each gotten some time to catch up and see one another after only interspersed texts for a few weeks. We sat in the small booth of the coffee shop catching up on what we’d been up to since we last saw one another. You weren’t dressed up to anything fancy, just light make-up and a well-fitting casual dress that accentuated your picturesque curves and showcased your tattoos.

“…I still owe him a dick appointment,” you were saying. “We hooked up once a year or so ago, and have been meaning to again sometime, but I haven’t had the libido lately,” you continued.

I was a little miffed at that. After all, when we had first met, we had a deep sexual interest in one another. I still remembered some of the first texts we had exchanged, where you’d said things to me like “I’ll be a good slut for you, sir. I want you to take what you want from me.” I’d tell you all about how I’d pin you down and hold your throat and fuck you bare until I bred you, and you’d tell me how wet you’d get from me looking over your gonewild posts and fantasizing about us fucking.

Underwater oral [MF]

A few years after we met, I opened to her about being an aquaphile (essentially I have a fetish that involves sex in and under water.) Its something that I feel weird about but, after all the sexual fantasies I made happen for her, I thought that maybe it was worth the risk. So one night I told her about how much I wanted her to suck my dick underwater and how much the thought of having sex in a pool arouses me. A few weeks later, she rented a house with a pool for my birthday.

After a short drive filled with roadhead and a lot of dirty talk, we got to the house, burst into the door, and immediately started undressing eachother. We wound up on the couch, teasing one another, when she whispered in my ear “Go wait for me in the pool, birthday boy.”

I did just that. It was a medium sized heated pool that started at 4 feet deep and gradually went down to about 10. I stood in the corner. A minute later she came out to the pool, dove in headfirst, swam underwater directly to my dick, took it in her hands, and surfaced slowly, rubbing my already rock hard cock with her hands.

The Challenge [MFF] [oral] [long]

I was doing nothing – watching TV – in my dorm room. It was after a long day and a long week so I was happy just to have some quiet time, but someone was knocking on my door.

“Who is it?” I yelled without getting up.

“Tressa! Open the door.” Tressa and I had an English Writing class together and we weren’t friends really, she was best friends with my ex, Caitlynn, but things with the ex were amicable and so Tressa and I got along ok in class. But I had no idea why she would come to my dorm room. Despite not wanting visitors right then, Tressa was cute, and even if it shouldn’t, that still counts for something, so I got up to open the door.

Tressa was standing in the hall with another girl from our class, some mousy first-year who I only half recognized. “This is Riley,” Tressa said, “she asked for me help with the paper due next week. She was over and we were talking about a problem she has and thought you might be able to help.” Tressa had a smirk growing that wasn’t quite making it into a smile. She was up to something, was she flirting? But I didn’t know her well enough to want to guess, just to be disappointed later.

A Bold Move [MF][exh][1st][oral]

***

The history of my sex life is generally uneventful and
boring. There is one stark exception, though, which I
will tell you about now, the only really wild and
spontaneous encounter I’ve ever had. It is also a
cautionary tale, one that I hope others may learn from.
This is how it really happened:

My college dorm had an unusual arrangement for its
bathrooms. The dorm was divided vertically into
“entries,” small units with 6 rooms per floor. Each
floor had a single co-ed bathroom with two stalls, two
latrines, and a double shower. The arrangement was
probably quite sensible back when the dorm (in fact,
almost the entire school) had been men-only.

With women in the picture, new etiquette had evolved.
The bathroom door was normally open. If you were in the
bathroom, you closed the door. If you needed to use the
bathroom and the door was closed, you knocked – the
occupant would either reply “come in” if they were in a
closed stall or just doing their hair or whatever, or
“go away” if they were naked or just didn’t like
sharing.

I [F20] can’t stop wanting to suck his [M20] dick [FM]

Let me start this off by saying I don’t typically have a high sex drive. Those moments where I feel insatiably horny (such as my previous post) are uncommon and well-appreciated.

That was 2 days ago now, and I just want more.

I don’t live with my boyfriend, but I’ve began staying at his place increasingly frequently and I love it. On Sunday I spent the day there, and on Monday I stayed the night. I’m writing this now on Tuesday morning, laying on his bed, wishing he wasn’t at work right now.

Because in the span of those two days, we had sex 5 times, in an uncountable amount of positions, broken up by multiple instances of oral. And I don’t think I’m satisfied.

As I’m laying here, I’m thinking about last night, which I’ll post separately, because I started writing it out and got carried away describing the sex, so the post got way too long and off topic.

I’m also thinking about the fact that now I need to go home, so I won’t be able to see him tonight. I won’t be able to sleep with him again. I won’t be here when he gets home from work, waiting in his room for him after he finishes showering, waiting to have more fun with his dick.

What Was Meant To Be (Part 2) [MF] [Oral] [Affair]

[[Part 1]](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/f8mar1/mf_what_was_meant_to_be_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

The reverberates as the door closes behind us. Your lips are warm and soft against mine, but my body is rigid with shock. It is one thing to imagine what a first kiss is like, but it is another thing altogether to actually experience it. My eyes widen and my my pulse quickens. My mind reels, a plaintive mantra builds into a crescendo: *I’ve never cheated before.* You pull back, eyes meeting mine. My lips parted, as my body feels as if it is made with a mass of electric eels writhing with electricity.

Your eyes dim, and a flush blooms on your face. My hand reaches up instinctively to touch your cheek. I smile. *Forgive me, for I have sinned.* I lean in and brush my lips across yours, my hand sliding to the back of your neck. Your hair spills over my hand as I slowly draw you near. Our lips touch and I kiss you deeply and with far greater passion that I would have ever expected. You draw closer to meet my kiss as our lips part and our tongues touch. You sigh a light moan as my other hand lightly wraps around your waist and pull you against me.