I crawl on my knees to his jeans and start kissing his crotch, I can already see the shape of his cock as it bulges in his pants twitching at every move I make, slowly I undo the button of his jeans, pull down the zip and pull his pants down, his cock pops up and I just stare at it as it wobbles in the air, this massive thick 9″ Cock is staring me right in the face and I am craving it so bad! slowly I work my lips round the tip and force myself down onto his cock sliding slowly to his big juicy balls which I lick with my tongue while choking on his pulsating cock, I love this feeling and he starts to move his hips until he is thrusting as hard as he can, the back of my head is knocking on the wall as he fucks my mouth hard for ages and then he slowly he backs away and I feel breathless and weak but still wanting more of this stiff cock down my throat but instead he wraps a hand round my throat and jerks off with the other until he cums all over my face and then he slaps me hard and walks off, I just sit there wiping the cum with my fingers and licking it up feeling used..
Tag: Oral
The Roommate [ffm, oral, Bi]
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The club had been too loud for them to talk so they’d come back to Megan’s house and spent about three hours chatting, watching cartoons and looking at Megan’s drawings and art collection. Gemma hadn’t met someone she’d connected so easily with for ages. Not since she was in school, in fact. When she spent 8 weeks forming a close friendship with that Dutch exchange student, then sobbed the whole night through when Sophie had left to go back to Holland. Now she had come to a new city to study and made a friend in less than a week. Megan had the same quirky sense of humour as her, she loved the same TV shows, looked at other people with the same kind of derision mixed with compassion for humans and their faults. She was also beautiful, and Gemma was in awe of her gorgeous silky black hair and strong, curved body, so different to her own pale, red haired and skinny appearance, with legs so thin her nickname was Bambi.
I Love Cum. Always have, always will. [MF][cum-lover][anal]
My bf knows I love cum. I’m pretty verbal about it every time he cums in my mouth. But he doesn’t know the extent of my love for it or how much I’ve swallowed. Before I was an anal slut, I was sucking guys off left and right. My idiot cousin told me cum helps our boobs grow, and my dumb ass believed her :p When I finally found out it was bs, I was already hooked. I love the taste, the smell, the texture, the weird numb feeling it leaves my mouth, it just makes me feel so dirty.
College is too easy for me to get my daily dose of cum. I’ll tell you guys a little bit about my experience with college greek life. Frat boys are a godsend for some quick dick. They are mostly a bunch of idiots and all they think about is how to get it in, but I mean that’s what I want anyways. Funny thing I’ve noticed about frat boys is that they want the girls they go after to have some experience, but be a little innocent yet curious. They want to feel like they are doing something kinky to you for the first time. They want to feel like they turned a good girl naughty.
“Needing More” [MF] [Fantasized MMF] (Short Story)
[Originally a reply to [this prompt.](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/7im5mm/wp_you_thought_you_met_someone_whod_be_in_the/) ]
Farzaneh kissed her husband softly as he lifted her shirt. He leaned in and gently kissed her neck while he carefully undid her bra. He gave her bare breasts gentle, loving squeezes. She laid back on the bed as he slowly slid her yoga pants and panties over her hips and down her legs. His lips made their ways up her thighs and then his tongue lapped softly over her clit. Farzaneh spread her legs for her husband…. and felt rather bored.
Craig was very loving and cared for her deeply, as she did in return, with all her heart. The problem was that Farzaneh had a freak inside that had been waiting for someone she trusted enough to be let out. Craig was that person, except he had no freak inside at all. Her probing forays into naughtier sex had made him uncomfortable and awkward. To Farzaneh, sex was a thing of love *and* lust, to Craig it was purely love.
“Is that good babe?” He asked, suckling and licking her clit.
Farzaneh smiled, at least he had come around to oral. “Mmm yes baby.”
[MF] Revenge on Cheating Ex
This story does not make me sound like a very good person. As I explained in my other post (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7h27mi/fm_recruiting_at_my_hotel/), I am a petite, 20-year-old girl of Italian-Mexican descent with an asshole boyfriend who cheated on me. After I found out about one time he cheated—and some mutual friends knew I knew– they suddenly started telling me about several other times. I went from hurt—and finding comfort with the dude at my hotel in the other posting—to being pissed off beyond belief. The thought that I had sometimes shared him with another woman on the same day—that I had sucked on his cock after he’d fucked someone else—just made me furious. Telling him we were through just didn’t seem like enough—I wanted him to know how I felt.
There’s a guy who lives next door to me. He was always very flirty, and John (asshole ex boyfriend) had noticed this, and hated they guy as a result. He was older—early 30s—tall and fit. He was just what I needed.
Annie and Jess, high school besties [ff] [anal] [oral] [mast] [fist] [pee] [spit]
Annie and Jess, 18 year old seniors in high school, spent almost every weekend together. They’d order a pizza on Friday, do their nails, talk about boys they liked, give each other mud mask facials, and eventually, change and snuggle up and go to sleep.
But you’d be fooling yourself if you didn’t think there was some sexual tension between them. They’d always linger a little when they hugged. In bed, they’d run their fingers through each other’s hair and breath on their necks as they snuggled.
Neither one was courageous enough to make a move, though, until one night, Jess’ parents went out of town and Annie came over. Annie, horny as all get out, wanted to fool around.
“I wish I had a boyfriend,” she said. “I’m super horny.”
“Oh my god, me too,” Annie said as she went to Jess’ dad’s liquor cabinet and opened it.
“What are you doing?” Jess asked.
“Shhh, it’s okay. I just want to try something.”
Annie pulled out a nearly full bottle of vodka and took a small sip. She handed the bottle to Jess, who also took a sip. They took a few more small sips, giggling, blushing nervously.
Old Friend Becomes a Play Toy [mf] [oral] [anal] [mast] [piss] [cum] [selfpee]
Jake and Claire had been friends for ages. When he got dumped, he called her in tears. Claire came over with a bottle of wine and they sat and talked and she assured him everything would be okay.
Some months passed and Claire picked up the phone to check on her friend. He was still in a funk, which was to be expected, but Claire knew something had to be done. She had to bust him out of his depression. And she knew the best way to do that.
A few hours later, there was a knock on Jake’s door. Claire had bought him a puppy! Just kidding. It was Claire and she was in a trench coat.
“Hey there,” she said. She pushed him to the side and stepped into the living room.
“What are you doing here?” He asked.
“What am I NOT doing here?” She said.
“Huh?”
She dropped her trench coat to reveal her body to him. She was wearing a red silk piece of lingerie — see through. He could see her nipples. Rock hard. Her pussy. Waxed bald. Her flat stomach, her amazing legs.
The Youth Hostel Dorm [MF, oral, mast]
*I have started a little sexy story blog, and this is my first post. This is also my first post here, so be gentle. Constructive criticism welcome. Link to my blog in the comments if you’re interested in reading more.*
It was 1am when Samantha got back to her room, but all the beds were empty. The hum of the fan in the bathroom replaced the intimate sound she’d come home to last night– the sleeping breath of her youth hostel bunkmates. They had hired the room for three nights, the six of them quickly getting to know each other better by sharing this little space. But it looked like tonight they were all out later than her, except for the one person having a shower.
Teacher, Teacher [mF] [oral] [mast]
Allen was always shy. Even today, at 30, he’s awkward, which is a shame because he’s so damn good looking. Sometimes, a woman will smile at him and he’ll smile quickly before looking (or running) away.
In the 5th grade, his teacher left mid-year for maternity leave. In her place, a fresh out of college 21 year old named Maggie Hart. Maggie was a stunner. Bright red hair, freckles, a smile to kill for. All he knew was she made him smile. Allen loved Ms. Maggie Hart.
At the end of the year, Maggie Hart moved. He never saw her again.
20 years later, Allen found himself working in Chicago. He went to a bar with some friends for trivia. Most teams were too far behind, but there was one team that was tied to Allen’s and the woman leading the charge was as smart as all hell.
The only time Allen felt confident enough to talk to another woman was when she was on his intellectual level. If he could only see this woman, he’d try to make eye contact with her. But she had her back towards him.
Aunt Jane comes to Town [mF] [oral] [anal] [creampie] [inc] [mast] [huml]
When Charlie was 16, he spend the night at his uncle’s house for a weekend. He was close to his uncle, but he was really close to his Aunt Jane — she married into the family. Aunt Jane was hysterically funny, a fantastic cook, and had a sort of Rose McGowan look to her (before the surgery).
It happened that Charlie was visiting at a bad time. First of all, Aunt Jane and Charlie’s uncle were going through a divorce. She had moved into the guest room. And second, Aunt Jane wasn’t even there.
Aunt Jane called and asked to speak to her favorite nephew.
“Listen, kid,” she said. “I know there’s another guest room in the house, but I’ve moved into the better guest room. Since I’m away, why don’t you sleep in my bed? It’s more comfortable and the pillows are better. Feel free to use a drawer if you need it.”
That night, he went snooping, as most 16 year olds do, through her stuff. Her panties. Her bra. And then, he opened the nightstand drawer next to the bed and his eyes nearly fell out of his skull.