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[MF][Blowjob][Re-post] “Really dude? Just cum in my mouth…”

***”Really dude? Just cum in my mouth…”***

I’m not gonna lie, I was a nervous wreck. I hadn’t scored a date in months and Michelle was one hell of a catch.

She was about 5’5, long brown hair, brown eyes, and curvy in all the right spots. She could have a great personality: spontaneous, feisty and a jokester. But sometimes she came off as a little arrogant or rude. She liked to drink, and was known to go a little wild when she did.

As for me, I was a pretty shy guy and average looking. I never did anything out of the norm and avoided stepping on any toes at all cost. That’s why I was surprised she had invited me for drinks on Valentines.

When I got to the pub, she had already been drinking a bit, and was feeling pretty loosey-goosey.

She was wearing a blue dress with a white shirt underneath, black leggings, and her hair was up in a pony-tail. I was wearing jeans, a black dress shirt and my usual New York Yankees hat. Read more »

The Haircut. [oral, down blouse, MF] Pure total fantasy based on a monthly visit to the barbers.

I have been going to the same barbers almost monthly for as long as I can remember. I’ve seen various members of staff, always male, come and go over the years until a couple of months ago when my trim was done by a new member of staff called Lyn (they all had their names in a graffiti style font above their station). My first visit was very pleasant; having a haircut always involves being in close proximity with whoever is holding the clippers, and being able to have the sweet scent perfume wafting past my noses was more preferable than aftershave.
Last weekend it was time for my monthly trim and I struck lucky again and got seen by Lyn. After the obligatory barber/customer chit chat and my usual buzz cut (they’ve come to know how short I have it) she asked ‘would you like your beard trimmed as well?’ Seeing that I had no other plans for the day, I simply said ‘yes please’. Usually when I’m having my haircut I can only look at the side view of whoever is doing it and with Lyn there was an extra challenge because on my last visit she wore a strappy top, I managed to get a glimpse of some sideboob but it was a good opportunity to admire her tattoos. However this time her top looked quite loose and didn’t cling to her curves like last time.
I was slightly disappointed because up until the suggestion of a beard trim I felt that I was missing out on the booby bonus but that soon changed when she stood in front of me with her trimmer and leant forward, it was like winning the lottery, her top flopped forward and even without my glasses on I could see her voluptuous cleavage. Because she was so close to my face it was obvious where my eye line was looking and whereas I thought she was going to stand up with objections her hand went to my crotch, even with that cape thing on she could tell I was hard.
‘We are offering a new service’ she said in a low sultry voice’, ‘ we have a new room set aside out the back for waxing services, it’s £20 for the chest, £25 for the back and £35 for the pubic area’. I have shaved my cock and balls before but I’ve never made a good job of it. ‘I’m interested in the pubic area, but ummmm, who will be doing it?
‘me naturally’ she smiled ‘shall we?’
She led me into a dimly lit room with a sink and chair on one wall, various boxes dotted about, a stool and a massage table in the middle. ‘pop your things on the chair while I’ll go and warm the wax’ I was nervous at first about stripping off but when Lyn return I was on the table naked from the waist down which was raised up on one end so that I wasn’t completely flat,. I could see Lyn checking out my sustained erection as she sat on the stool next to the table ‘good, your nice and ready, having a hard on will make the waxing process easier’ I explained that I haven’t shaved for ages and this is my first proper wax ‘be gentle with me’. Read more »

25 Days of SEXmas – December 18 – The last minute Christmas Gift (FF) (Oral) (Hookup) (Squirting)

I rushed into the store, desperate to find a gift I had forgotten. I had all my Christmas shopping finished by November 3rd, then my company decided to do secret Santa. Now I have to pick a gift out for someone I barely know based on some ideas written down on a scrap of paper.

According to the paper, Bob likes Video games, electronics, and food. Nothing more specific than that. Bob has no other friends at work as far as I can tell, so I have no one to ask for more details. Determined to not just get a gift card, I brave Walmart at 2:30 AM on December 22nd

I grabbed a cart and hustled through the aisles. I had no idea what I was looking for and hoped inspiration would hit me. The store’s heating system must be malfunctioning because it was an oven in there. Before long, my winter coat was off, and I was unbuttoning the top button of my blouse. I should mention that I live in South Texas, so the winters here aren’t cold; most of the time, heat isn’t even necessary. Read more »

Pokegirls, Gotta Fuck ’em All! (Part 4: egG) [MF] [Oral] [Titfuck] [Cowgirl] [Creampie] [Bath Sex]

IM NOT DEAD HAHA! I’M BACK, MORE DEPRESSED THAN EVER, AND READY TO KILL MYSELF, HOPE YALL HAVE A GOOD READ, THUNDERSTORM OUT!

“Are you sure you have everything you need?” My mom asked as I checked my items at the entrance of our town, ready to set off on my journey.

“Yeah, ” I said, sure that I brought everything that I had.

“Well, I guess it’s time you leave,” she said awkwardly, she hugged me and kissed me on the forehead, before bidding me farewell.

I watched as she turned and walked back home, back to the house I won’t return to for a long time.

“Steve!” I heard Anisa’s voice shout from behind me.

I turned around quickly, as she crashed into me, hugging me furiously.

“I’ll miss you…” She whispered into my chest.

“Me too…”

“Also, you can have my balls!” She said, producing five pokeballs from her purse.

“Oh, thanks, ” I said, putting them into my bag, “what do I-”

“Y’know to put them in your mouth, ” she said, cutting me off.

“What?”

“To catch stuff with!” She said, suddenly changing her statement. Read more »

25 Days of SEXmas – December 17 – Skipping Christmas (MF) (Oral) (Anal) (short)

This year, we got away from it all. No presents, no tree, no decorations. Yes, We’ve read Skipping Christmas by John Grisham, and yes, we’ve seen Christmas with the Kranks. And yes, this is kind of like that. But this story has lots of sex, orgasms, and blowjobs, so it’s better!

When we arrived at the resort, my husband Tony and I dropped our suitcases and made a dash for the king-size bed. It was Christmas Eve, and for the first time in the five years we’ve been married, we weren’t visiting one set of parents or the other. We tore at each other’s clothes, desperate to begin the holiday fucking.

I got tony naked first and pushed him back onto the bed. His cock was already rock hard as I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. I moved my head up and down, alternating between sucking and licking his magnificent cock. I love the feel of it my mouth, it’s big and warm and exciting. Tony moaned with pleasure as I continued to play with his cock.

See what happens [here](https://rileyblackstone.com/2019/12/17/25-days-of-sexmas-december-17/). If you missed any of the other 25 days of SEXmas, you can read them [here](https://rileyblackstone.com/category/25-days-of-sexmas/).

25 Days of SEXmas – December 16 – The Ski Trip Part 2 (FF) (Oral) (Bondage) (Hookup) (Toys) (Forced orgasms) (Tickling)

If you missed part one, read it [here](https://rileyblackstone.com/2019/12/02/25-days-of-sexmas-december-2/).

“Wait, warmup? I thought that was the whole game!” she laughed as she climbed off me. I licked my lips, tasting her sweetness as she walked away.

“No, silly. That was just to see if you were good enough to play with! Wait there, I’ll be back.” I followed her with my eyes as she walked into the adjoining bathroom. When she came back out, she carried a polished black box with ornate gold filigree. She set the box on the bed next to me and opened it. Inside was an assortment of massage oils, silk scarves, vibrators, and other sex toys I’d never seen before.

“Give me your hands,” she said as she pulled out a length of rope.

“Wait, what’s your name?” I asked, unwilling to let someone I didn’t even know tie me up.

“My name is Christa, and you don’t have anything to worry about, ok? I’m not into anything really kinky, and if it ever gets too much, just say jingle bells, and I’ll stop ok?” I nodded and held out my hands, hoping she was good to her word. “What’s your name?” Read more »

New Toys (mf) (BDSM) (orgasm denial) (bondage) (oral) (cum)

“Wait, hang on!”

I waited. I hung on her every syllable.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you away with that?”

I was rumbled and I knew it, still I said nothing. I wanted to challenge her, but I knew exactly what she’d do. Or maybe that’s why I wanted to challenge her.

“Sit.”

I did as I was told.

“Now, what should I do?”

A wicked grin spread across her face and I could tell she was going to do something twisted.

“It’s not right to spy on me when I’m showering, you know. Did you cum?”

“No, I promise!”

That was probably the worst thing I could have said.

“You should have.”

“But I’m not allowed to cum without your permission, Mistress.”

She nodded and started to strip. Was I being rewarded for wanking over her in the shower? This couldn’t be. It must have been one of her ploys, there’s no way I’d get to see her naked without conditions, especially given the circumstances.

“Strip with me.” Read more »

Gina Goes Camping – The Sexual Adventures of Gina Part 3

When we last left naughty Gina, she was playing the tease with the guys at Home Depot, and getting pounded in the process. This adventure finds Gina going camping…

Lying on top of her sleeping bag, only half covered in a sheet, Gina strained her ears to listen….yes….there it was….the distinct sound of heavy breathing, moaning and the occasional “yes!”, that could only be 2 people having sex. Gina had borrowed her friend’s mini van to go camping, a hobby she had practiced since childhood, having been raised with 4 brothers who all loved everything “outdoors”. The fresh air, the sound of cool water flowing down a mountain side, was relaxing to her, more than anything….well….almost anything. But right now, she was anything but relaxed. The sexual tension in the air had her horny as hell. The campground was huge, but occupied by only a handful of campers. Her mini van was parked about 30 feet away from a 5th wheel trailer where the sounds of sex were coming from. Except this wasn’t sex…this was fucking. Hard….raw….horny…..naked…..sweaty…fucking! She could stand in no longer, the woman’s moans and sighs, and the man’s grunts coupled with the slapping of flesh was making her pussy wet. Being the voyeur that she was, she eased the van door open and headed for the camper. The lights were on inside the camper and…..holy shit!…. the door was ajar! Jackpot! Read more »

My Confusion Part 7 [BDSM] [MM] [MF] [Oral] [Anal]

As the last syllables left his lips my cock exploded in his hand.
Spurt after spurt flew from the tip.
Until there was nothing left in me to shoot.

Flipping the table back to a reclining position the coach went about releasing my bonds.
Once freed he took the time to wipe away the sweat and clean off the refinements of the wax.
After a few minutes rest he told me to grab one of the robes hanging in the closet and join him upstairs when I was feeling rested and up to it.
Taking a well deserved but quick nap I joined the coach in the living room.
Wrapped in a warm over sized robe I found a glass of milk waiting for me.
The living room was one of my favorite places here.

The fireplace was large and held a real fire rather then a gas log setup.
Just the comforting feel of a fire in the room lent an air to the intimacy of the room.
The walls like the rest of the house was fitted with old dark paneling.
We were sitting in large wing back chairs that just invited you to sit while they wrapped you in the wings giving you a sense of being in a little room all of your own. Read more »