A Quickie Mother/Daughter Surprise [m] [f] [F] [inc] [oral] [mast] [cum]

We had one of those months where we’d shuffle home, exhausted, collapse into bed, wake up and do the whole 9-5, which was really 7am-8pm thing all over again. Sex? We were too tired to fuck.

I think once, halfway through the month, my girlfriend Amber gave me a handjob before bed, but I honestly was too tired to remember. I vaguely recall hearing her masturbate under the covers that night, too, so perhaps I was just dreaming about the handy.

And, to make matters worse, Amber’s mom, Mia, was coming to spend a weekend with us. It’s not that we didn’t get along with Mia, we really did, we were just looking for a nice relaxing weekend, and now we’d have to shuttle her around the sites.

Saturday morning, we woke up, did the whole morning coffee routine, and planned out our day, starting with breakfast at our favorite neighborhood spot.

“Let’s get dressed and head out,” I said.

Mia took to the guest room, Amber and I went to our bedroom and shut the door.

Cosplaying [F] [blkmail] [oral] [reluc]

Nikki looks out to the sea of people as they push their way between the tables. So many of them just happy with their lives and doing what they love doing. She sees the collectibles and the joyful conversations and the heated debates; she used to love doing these things as well. Dressing as her favorite character and meeting those that loved that character just as much as she did, taking pictures and sitting in auditoriums just to listen to creators talk. She loved it…

Now, she wasn’t sure about going out dressed as she was; a short purple dress that barely covered the blue and white striped thong that dug into her freshly waxed cunt. The long blue wig that held tight against her head and pulled on her natural blonde hair. Elbow-length gloves, Knee-high purple stockings and red pumps…well those were at least comfortable. She knew many girls that dressed very revealing in their costumes, but it was their choice; this was not hers. It felt like one bad move and the tight thong would either rip or just get swallowed in between her lips, and neither was the optimal choice.

My Life Dedicated To Femdom Servitude

It started out with simple oral sex videos. I always liked to please a women. These quickly became face-sitting videos, instantly pulling me into the femdom scene. The urge to submit was deeply embedded in me. My mind was reprogrammed after participating in femdom hypnosis sessions under the influence of a lot of drugs. I have since made a stronger bond to the femdom lifestyle every time I indulge in coerced intoxication. The Divine Goddess’s hold over me is undoubtedly powerful. I now find myself instantly aroused whenever presented with the opportunity to serve a real Goddess. Even if the task given to me is to sexual satisfy another man.
It is truly unbelievable to think that I have been straight all my life but. Now, I have been trained to worship cock and swallow every drop of cum I come in contact with. I now have a deep desire to whore myself out and offer all my earnings as a tribute to a superior Goddess. The Goddesses have conditioned me to obey at all costs. I live to serve and obey a Goddess. I do this by making regular tributes to my Goddess and purchasing Her gifts on amazon to express my devotion. All of the ‘harmless’ femdom mind control videos I hastily purchased and watched have had very real ramifications on my life.

Affectionate friends are the best [MF]

Been a long time lurker in this sub, I finally decided to share a pleasurable night I had during my college days. This story takes place during my Junior year.

I’m average being 5″8′, Hispanic, black hair, brown eyes, and packing a couple of pounds I shouldn’t be carrying, but I had two things I had over everyone else: I could make any encounter or outing memorable and I make everyone feel welcomed and loved. This lead to many people knowing quite a lot of fun, exciting, and embarrassing stories of me, due to the circulating of tales between friend groups. The stories and being a warm person to everyone I meet lead to a lot of people becoming trusting of me and being quite open/candid with me about their lives and sex lives.

Eventually I got the pleasure of meeting Stephanie. She was a 5″2′ Latina, with dyed red hair, average petite build, green eyes, a solid B cup with a nice booty to come with the package. She was a scrapper and took no shit from anyone. Best of all she had multiple tattoos, that and the red hair were immediate turn ons for me.

You Ruined Me [MF]

You ruined me. More to the point, you ruined my sex life.

I will never forget the first time I made you have an orgasm. We were in my parent’s bed, and it was the first time you let me give you oral sex. You came, hard. Your hips were bucking and you were pushing your pussy against my lips and tongue. Your body tensed up and you were screaming in pleasure. It was amazing.

After that first time, I learned to make you cum easily with my fingers. I knew precisely the spot to hit, deep inside you. I knew exactly how to move my fingers, the amount of pressure to apply, the way to stroke your G-spot. I could make you cum over and over. It was so hot. I loved watching you orgasm. I felt so great, being able to give you so much pleasure.

You came the first time we made love – on a pile of blankets and cushions in my basement. Do you realize how rare that is? Every time I have heard a woman tell about her first time having sex, she says it was miserable. But at our first time, you’re whole body rocked with intensity. You were, literally, screaming and moaning. Lord knows how we managed not to wake up everyone in the house.

[MF] Soft Sex with the Boyfriend [Oral/BJ] Pt. 1 / 2

Boyfriend Zachary (pseudonym) and I had a wild time last Monday. This is split into two parts because I couldn’t help but write about the really hot oral foreplay, and before I knew it was already clocking 1000 words by the end.

Part 2 (the *actual* bangarangs) will be linked soon!

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My boyfriend and I fucked hard in the early afternoon, and even after coming back from lunch, we returned to languish lazily on the couch in exhaustion. Resting my head against his shoulder, we breathed heavily in the silence.

“Do you remember how our first time went?” I asked out of nowhere, “I think I was really horny and just went down on you. I think we sat here exactly like this and thought about our life choices afterwards.”

He laughs, “Actually I think we always come here to chill after sex. I’ve…grown to associate this couch with post-sex.” He pauses, and reaches over for my hand. Pulling my hand over to his crotch, my fingers wrap around his hard member which was hidden poorly under the bulge of his berms. “Which means I think of our sexy times when I’m here.” I smile coyly in response. I grip it and massage it between my fingers, squeezing it and feeling it throb between my fingers.

Sexbot, Come Home! [sci-fi][sexbot][Mf][oral]

Shelby’s eyes flew open from the homing signal booting up her system. With ninety percent power, she had enough to be on her way. She dressed and put on her shoes in the entertainment room, where she was left her face down on a couch, and walked from the house of the man who had illegally bought her. Her rightful owner had turned on her homing signal and she was on her way. At the end of his driveway, the pretty blonde sexbot set her bearings to a northwest pedestrian route and set about walking.

Five hours later, in the midst of Florida’s heat and humidity, Shelby’s sensors indicated she was close to overheating. Her coolant was evaporating from her skin in tiny beads of simulated sweat. And though she was operating on solar power, her reserves charged to capacity, she was still in need of coolant to complete her journey. She spotted a fueling station with a convenience store near a highway entrance, and headed towards it. She entered the cool store and walked up to the young male clerk behind the counter.

“Hi, I’m Shelby and I require robot coolant. R260 grade.”

Rear Entry [Mf, creep, masturbation, anal, oral]

Mark was annoyed when he got the rear door of the McNair’s house. They were good neighbors and had helped him out in the past, but he didn’t want to have keep walking over here to check for Sam’s “important letter.” He shared a backyard property line with them and had to cross some brush that inevitably scratched his hands every fucking time. But Sam said this letter had some information he really needed while he and his wife were on vacation.

He found the magnetic key box hidden under the small back porch and unlocked the door. He walked through the kitchen and living room to check the mail on the floor under the mail slot. He picked up and sorted the mail. No letter. He put the pile on a small table next to the stairs with the rest of the mail he’d picked up the last 3 days.

It was cool and drizzly outside, so he was in no hurry to get back home. Besides Margie was on the rag and being really nasty today. Maybe he’d hang out here for a bit and watch one of the college games. Sam had a much better TV than him anyway.

[group] A fun weekend trip turns nude- Part 2

Per your requests I added names with the first initial matching those from Part 1. Between Parts 2 and 3 I’ll go back and add the names to 1 for you folks. Thanks for reading so far!

Continued from Part 1:

….” So there the five of us were, sitting, drunk, horny and pretty much butt naked with only a few options left. At that point, considering everyone’s adrenaline fueled intoxicated horniness, Truth or Dare was the obvious next activity.”

Before starting the game, we adjusted the room temperature and removed the table we used for blackjack. We sat in a circle beginning with me, then to my immediate left was Kate, to her left was Chris, then Tara, and sitting on the edge of the bed next to Tara, was Marie, who completed the circle. We set a couple ground rules so that everyone was comfortable. The rules were as follows: No male on male action AND Chris and I could not perform sexual acts with each other’s girlfriend. The latter, I may reconsider nowadays.

Downing Abbey – Chapter 8

(Lucas)

It shouldn’t have been as easy as a weekend with my hot brunette to turn me into a creepy face-gazer like that powdered donut from those vampire novels. The orange rays invading from the east-facing windows lit up her serene face into a warm glow, and between that and the fact she was naked underneath the sheets except for my college tee had my mind split between thoughts of adoration and perversion.

Hickeys on her shoulders and hair all wild and disheveled from being clutched in my fist – Princess Diaries liked a tasteful amount of hair-pulling –, she looked even more perfect than usual, my personal touches adding a sense of customized well-fucked that fed my urge to dominate and claim. I brushed a few strands of displaced hair out of her mouth, and took a deep breath in my newfound place of zen.

This became my ritual, and it was the same yesterday, and the morning before that. She stole this opportunity from me the first time she was here, and I wasn’t about to let that slip away again. It was a warm June morning, and all I wanted to wrap her up in my arms and bury inside of her, but I needed to get into work today and knowing what a time freak she was, she’d probably slap me for letting her sleep this late, but she needed her sleep.