He grinned and took another half step toward me so I wouldn’t have to reach out to touch him. I suspected when he became fully hard he would have crossed the distance without having to step forward. When I released his tip from my other hand it fell and thumped against my forearm with an audible smack. Impressive. I started by gently massaging his balls with both hands. I explored his swollen sack and felt the thin tubes that piped his sperm. Because everything about him was so large it was easy to feel the otherwise overlooked parts of a man’s body and for some reason I wanted to explore every inch. I cupped his heavy balls in both hands, squeezing and gently lifting and pulling them, playing with them a little as I gained confidence.
Tag: Oral
Prurient Waters [MF] [Cheating] [Teasing] [Exhibitionist] [Oral] [Dominance]. The following is based on a true experience with a male friend in my late teens, with only some slight embellishments. A long read but worth it. Enjoy!!
At the age of 19, my boyfriend William and I would often go camping in the North Georgia mountains. We enjoyed nature, and the fact that we had to rough it was a challenge that we gladly took on. We would sometimes go alone, other times we’d enjoy a weekend with friends. Our location of choice was Sarah’s Creek, nestled deep in the North Georgia Mountains, in the middle of the Chattahoochee National Forest. Eight miles up the mountain, you were guaranteed privacy. Only seeing the occasional game warden, patrolling the area. Our site was away from the main dirt road and located directly by a creek that flowed with ice cold water.
One weekend in August, we were to go alone for a three-day get away. The day of the departure, my boyfriend’s best friend Scott asked to join us. We welcomed him to come along. The first night, we set up camp and enjoyed a nice steak dinner. As the evening grew dark, we sat around the fire sharing stories of past times, laughing at jokes, and sipping on wine. Scott was significantly older than me. Eleven years my senior to be exact. He was an attractive man and he had the ability to make anyone laugh at a moment’s notice. For this alone, I was always drawn to him. I enjoyed his company.
[FM] First time with my boyfriend. Almost too big to fuck, definitely too big to suck.
I made this account to see what all the hype was about. My boyfriend posts stories about us occasionally and I’ve read some of the comments and I was flattered to say the least. I guess I’ll try and compete with him from my perspective about the things we get up to in our free time. I’m not a vulgar person so I apologize ahead of time if I didn’t spice it up enough, but I’m adjusting so bear with me.
Some Night Stand [Fantasy][MF][Oral][Exhib][Mdom][Fdom]
**Some Night Stand**
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Dana stumbled through the door to her apartment, backwards, her dress pulled up above her breasts, which were already slipped free of her bra. The guy—Blane? Blake? The bar was really loud. He slid a hand between her legs as he walked her backwards into the living room, her keys and purse dropping to the floor as he closed the door behind them.
“You’re very wet.” He said, smiling a little. He leaned down and licked at one of her nipples before coming up and kissing her.
“I don’t normally do this—oh, fuck!” He slipped his hand inside the front of her panties and was teasing at her. “Fuuuck…” She hissed as a finger slipped in.
“But you’re enjoying it, yes?” He asked. She only nodded as he pulled her dress up over her head, reaching quickly behind her back to unhook her bra. She was mostly naked and stepped out of her heels as he pushed her panties down so they fell to her ankles. As he led her to her own bedroom, she left the panties behind with all her other clothes. “I like the hair.” He said, running his fingers through the dark hair between her legs. So many women get rid of it these.” She was almost purring at his touch, and she watched him start to unbutton his shirt, revealing a toned but not beefy chest.
Tuesday, 3pm [FM]
My girlfriend, who shares this account, and I have driven each other into an intensely exciting and loving relationship marked by openness, affection and copious amounts of fulfilling sex.
Last weekend, we fucked on and off from Friday, 10am until Monday, 7am. She (37) is a striking beauty of half-SE Asian, half-midwestern descent with sensitive, firm breasts, a consistently wet pussy and a pert ass. I’m (41) a 5’11” dirty blonde white boy whose cock can’t seem to stay soft. We couldn’t be more surprised and delighted to have found each other.
Midmorning on Tuesday, it became apparent to one another that we both had the afternoon free before responsibilities kicked in around 6pm. Wheels began to turn…
From our text messages:
“I’d have to get a lot of shit done to be able to leave here by 2, arrive to fuck you for an hour, rest for 30 min, fuck you again for 15 min, then cuddle until 5.”
“Sounds like you should get to work”
Whenever I’m going to her place, I’m at least partially hard. It’s impossible for my mind to not orient towards things we’ve done, things we’re about to do and things that we’re planning on doing.
You Oughta Know: the movie theater experience [MF] [public] [blowjob]
Scroll down if you don’t want the preamble
I spent years in a Dead Bedroom marriage – you can read about it if you go through my posts – which really did a number on my self-esteem. It took me a while to come out of my shell, but I’ve done some dating since then, with varying degrees of success (Tinder, ugh), and this summer I decided that I needed a break from the emotional rollercoaster, but still had needs, so I found myself a playmate, just for the summer. I’ve written about him once before.
One of the things that came up in couples counselling at the end of my marriage when I brought up my then-husband’s unwillingness to have sex was oral. He said that it was “the only thing he liked,” and that I “refused,” and that “the one time he talked me into it it was a disaster.” None of this was true/shared/apparent during the marriage. It is something I never felt confident doing – it seemed to take forever, I assumed I was getting it wrong and that made it less enjoyable for me – but I certainly don’t recall any situations I would call a “disaster.” (Men: what makes a blow job a disaster? I would have to assume injury for that classification, and that never happened, but anyway I’m rambling now.)
[18F] Best blowjob I ever gave [46M] [MF]
Well, only got a few more hours in January to write for the contest! Wasn’t sure which story I was going to post, or whether I was going to post at all, but this is the story that comes to mind when it comes to the best blowjob I ever gave. The way it happened, the way I turned into a total submissive slut, the way I was made to satisfy a guy way older than me makes this story one of the defining ones in my rather young slut life.
I was very young, having lost my virginity just months before and only have slept with two guys. One had been my boyfriend, the other had been a guy who was, well, we’ll just say that he knew what he wanted, and he got it. Older guy at a party who approached me incredibly confidently, almost as if he already knew I was going to sleep with him, and dominated me from the start of the night to the end. As we kissed, he would tell me things such as “I am going to make you walk home with a pussy full of cum, my cum will drip down your legs” and things kind of went on from there.
Thinking of You [Scifi][MF][ENF][voy][oral][reluc][nc]
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**Warning:** This is a scifi / fantasy story that includes non-consensual sexual acts, groping, embarrassed nude females, voyeurism, oral sex, regular sex, and reluctant participants. To be clear, it’s about mental fantasies, and there’s back-story to drive it, but non-con is non-con, and I don’t want anyone to be surprised.
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**Thinking of You**
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Anna woke up around midnight feeling a cock slide into her, slow at first, but it started increase in pace after thirty seconds or so. She’d gone to bed around ten, hoping to get a little sleep, but it didn’t feel like she’d slept much at all.
“Fuck.” She hissed. She wouldn’t mind so much, especially as—at least, in the moment—it felt pretty good but she also *really* wanted to get a solid six to eight hours of sleep, and she barely managed that twice in the past two weeks. “Ahh!” She gasped, her nipples teased to hard points, and she was so wet she knew she’d be feeling it in on the sheets afterward. Another two minutes of intense fucking went by and then she felt warm spatter of come on her belly, her tits, even a little on her face. “Too fast.” She muttered, sitting up and looking down at her naked body. There was nothing there, of course, just the lingering sensation, a little of her own wetness on the bed sheets, but the rest? That was just part of the new reality.
I became “free use” for a week-end camping [FMM]
In my second year of college, I was kind of broke. No, not kind of broke – absolutely broke. I refused to go into debt and while I worked part-time at a good grocery store (the kind that pays way above minimum wages), it was barely enough to pay tuition, rent, utilities and a bit of food. I’m not going to say that I starved, but my budget for food was a couple of dollars a day. This in effect meant I had very little money to do, well, pretty much anything else.
I did go to bars quite often, and got my fair share of drinks paid by men, but this was the extent of the fun I could have. After a tough term, I was really exhausted, and badly needed vacations to rest and recover. I looked at trip at some beach places, but hey, there was no way I could even think about affording that.
Seranna’s Awakening [MF] [oral]
It is thought that all subccubi must take a soul once they reap the seed from their victims.
Sure, it is far tastier to fully consume the morsel you have so delightfully hunted. But that isn’t very prosperous in today’s economy.
But we’ll get the that eventually.
First, the awakening of the most lucrative super whore known to the devil.
This is where we enter the world of Seranna.
In life she wasn’t much. A mere wet nurse that succumbed to the blight of syphilis, those days were tough on women. Her meagre earnings even supported by her occasional whoring barely left her with bread.
Dead by the age of 23, she descended into what she assumed was to be her hell and eternal punishment.
The flames burnt first her diseased body, and then licked away the torment from her mind. There was pain, yes. The excruciating pain of change.
She was cast before darkness incarnate, stripped bare of all she knew as a mortal.
“Do not fear, youngling. For your life as just begun.”