I thought about you at work today. I’m remembering how your soft mushroom head feels on my lips. How the gentle curves of your veins on my toungue remind me how intimate this is. I have missed that sweet space between your shaft and sack. I love how you smell – clean but still sweaty. I nuzzle my face into your balls and let your dick flop against my head. My throat starts to feel empty after a while, though. I try to tease you before I finally engulf your full length, but I cant resist. I savor how it feels to give way to the hardness penetrating me. As I settle into a rhythm I start to focus on your heavy breath and low murmurs. I decide to shift my focus to the head of your dick. I use my toungue to swirl around the tip, exploring different patches of skin. I keep my hands busy by stroking your dick. This new position allows me to look up at you. When you look at me I feel like the most beautiful woman alive. When you push my head back down, my pussy starts throbbing. Every time you groan, it pulses faster. When you start calling me your little slut I start soaking my panties. I keep my throat open and try to take you all the way down. I get excited when your hands grab the back of my head and force me to stay gagged on your dick. I can feel your dick pulsing on my toungue, and I try to keep your cum inside my mouth so I can taste it. Your penis grows soft inside my mouth, but I just sit still, breathing hard while I listen to your afterglow and let you rest safe and soft in my mouth. I hold you tenderly to let you know I’m here. I will take care of you.
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Upstairs –A MILF Fantasy – Part III – “Emily and her Friends”
By J.K. Jones
At the tender age of 19, I’d had a few sexual encounters with girls my age or just a bit younger, and had even gotten a hand job from a teacher’s aide, a 24 year old grad student named Sheila, one day after class in her tiny office. Long story, and one that involved three hours of flirting over coffee, and a wager, but I’ll tell that one another time. My point is that I had so far had some mild level of sexual adventure by my junior year in college. I was tall, not bad looking, had a body hardened by bicycling and tennis, a good-sized cock that was always popping up and out. I had straight teeth, (thanks to braces in middle school) an agile mind, and because I liked people I tended to talk to them. One secret that many kids my age hadn’t yet figured out, but I had, was that if you spend some time and effort talking to a lot of females, you are going to end up fucking some of them.
[group][MFF][MFM] Experiences that lead me on my path to loving group sex and turning my gf into a shared gf
If anyone wants to read my previous posts they’ll find most of them are referring to my gf who I’ve been sharing with guys via tinder, double list, etc. This post isn’t about her, but it’s about the experiences in my life prior to her that pushed me in a direction of fetishizing group sex and gf sharing, in chronological order. I won’t go into too much detail, if anyone shows interest in a specific event just comment and I’ll make a more in depth separate post when I have time.
My Confusion Part 3 [Full Chapter] [MM] [MF] [Oral] [Anal] [BDSM]
As soon as I climaxed the coach brought his hand out from under me.
Holding his cupped hand in front of me I saw a massive amount of cum held in the cup of his hand.
I found it incredible that I had cum so much in one shot.
On the other hand I have never been fucked and fisted at the same time.
In the light of the sauna my cum had a pearl like appearance that just shimmered in the dim light.
As I stared at my cum the coach raised his hand bringing it up to my face.
Closer it came, closer to my face until he placed his hand in front of my mouth.
“Open”, was all he said.
I now understood what was required of me.
Opening my mouth the coach brought his hand the final inches towards my mouth.
My tongue leapt outward as I lapped up my cum from the coaches cupped hand.
I had never before tasted my cum, it had always ended up in a towel or an old pair of shorts.
The taste was sharp and salty not objectionable just new and different and I loved it!
Jilted Lovers the Alicia Affair Pt 4 (M/F) (Oral) (Anal) (domination)
As the days progressed, Alicia wanted to do more and more with Eddie, she wanted to be used by him every way possible. Every time she tried something new with Eddie, she’d smile at how Eddie had done it first and if Brian ever did, he would be in Eddies shadow.
Four days after Alicia began her affair, she rented a cheap motel room and met Eddie there on their lunch break. She told him to treat her like a cheap whore that day, and he did. Eddie pushed her to her knees and shoved his hard cock into her mouth, making her choke. He had pounded her until she gagged, chocking on him. After that, he pulled her to her feet and shoved her up against the wall. Eddie pulled her dress up and pulled the pink Victoria’s Secret thong she wore down to her knees. He had fucked her in the ass, ramming hard into her as she bit down on her lip to keep from screaming. He had been rough, fucking her tight ass into he filled her up with his hot load. Eddie had tossed a $20 on the dresser as he left.
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Emily knew how to play the game. So when her sorority was planning a fundraiser to raise money for breast cancer research, her plan was simple. She’d round up her sisters, tell them to put on their skimpiest, sexiest bikini, and then they would go to the dorm rooms and go door to door asking for donations.
“Boys like tits. Some like ’em big, some like ’em small. So I need volunteers with titties of all shapes and sizes!”
The girls laughed and cheered, and those willing to volunteer raised their hands. It was a perfect mix: there were thick and curvy girls, like Emily, and there were petit girls like Reby, with medium cup sizes. There were Asians with small tits and Asians with big tits. It seemed like all races were being represented: latino chicks, black girls, you name it.
The day of the fundraiser, Emily split the volunteers up by cup sizes so the girls would go in groups of three, door to door. Small, medium, large tits. When they knocked on a door, and a boy (or girl) opened, they would say:
[F] [M] On My Knees, Insatiable (oral) (swallow)
“Drop your pants.”
As much as I wanted my fiancee to walk around my family’s wine and liquor room and see what we’ve been fermenting and storing for the past decade, I had bigger plans; including, but not necessarily limited to; my mouth sucking every bit of cum from his cock and balls that I could, then savoring and swallowing the sweet results. He perks up when he hears the unmistakable sound of the door being closed behind us.
Nothing here but space and time.
“Oh really now, Madison?” he smiles, “That, ‘hey baby, help me carry some wine upstairs’ was just a bunch of bullshit?”
“What the fuck do you think it was, Alex?”
I’m too busy raking my hair back into a ponytail to cut my eyes at him. We don’t have much time before someone at the party upstairs notices we’re gone, and I refuse to have my mission be all for naught. “I’ve been slaving all day taking orders from Mom like this is my fucking function, and I will die if I’m not in control of something. Now drop ’em!”
“Say no more baby.”
[mF] Getting even with my ex
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-But this is dirty, how do I…? How can you ask….?
-Lick it. Lick it well.
-But this is….. I can’t imagine…
-Do it
-This is…
-Shhhhhh
-I can’t….
Thwack! A firm but gentle slap rang across Sud’s left cheek as I looked her in the eye and signalled she’s not going anywhere until she does it.
Her beautiful face had drool and precum all over it. Mascara ran upwards towards her scalp. Lipstick was smeared. The red faded into a pink. Her hair was sticky with dried spit. She had a look which expressed a bit of fear, a bit of eagerness and a lot of confusion.
I held her head firmly and guided it between my legs. She closed her eyes, tight shut and dived into her new place of work. Very tentative and measured licks commenced. I let her do it for few minutes.
Very unkindly, I pulled her up by her hair. I flicked her left cheek with my finger in a stinging manner. She was taken aback. I moved very close to her face.
“Listen bitch, you have to learn to do this. Push out your tongue.”
The Woman in the Red Lingerie Part 2 (M/F) (Erotic romance) (Oral)
I stared off into the distance as the music continued to play. I vaguely noticed Tiffany performing but I couldn’t focus, the red of the thong seemed to be burned into my mind’s eye. The crowd of cheering patrons sounded like flies buzzing in my ears. The sound of my own breathing cut through the noise and I realized I was hyperventilating. I forced myself to breathe more slowly and took another sip of my whiskey.
I looked around the club, not much had changed in the two years since Shane destroyed my vision. I began searching for things I knew should be red. The Budweiser sign still hung on the wall where it always had, white lettering stood out on a black background. I scanned the room for ruby, hoping to catch a glimpse of the hair from which she chose her name. I spotted her, flirting with a business man who always visited when his wife was out of town at a conference. Her curly hair stood out in monochromatic glory against her pale skin.
I stood and began to walk towards the back, still desperately scanning for any sign of color in my black and white world. Adam intercepted me as before I could exit to the employee only part of the club.
The Witcher, the Sorceress, and the Hound [EU] [Witcher] [Fantasy] [Beast] [Knotting] [Kissing] [Oral] [Facefuck]
Wix leaned in the chair so that it stood on its two back legs. His feet were kicked up on the fancy, varnished table. It was pretty nice as far as tables went. Nice wood, engraved with the crest of Nilfgaard. Some mud stuck to the heel of his boot smeared. He shoveled spoonfuls of vegetable soup into his mouth. A guard stared at him with disdain.
What a time it had been, working for the Child of Destiny. What a time it was, listening to her fuck the shit out of those two Sorceresses. It seemed that Cirilla split her time between legislation and leisure. Fine with him, as long as he got paid.
No one in the palace seemed to acknowledge the Queen’s lecherous hobbies. Guards brought her out to the stables and returned with her flustered and ragged. They never said anything. No matter how many remarks Wix made, they never rose to the occasion. It was easier to talk to a wraith than these men. Wix knew that from experience.
He smiled at the frowning guard. “Nice night, eh?”