Tag: Oral

19[f] and Buttfucked into Oblivion [m] [anal] [oral] [piss] [cum]

Girls of the 90s read romance novels while boys flipped through dirty mags. That’s why there was such a sexual disparity between most men and women who grew up in the 90s. He’d want to fuck her ass and cum on her face. She’d want a dozen roses, a romantic dinner, and to be swept off her feet.

But girls of the 2000s? They grew up watching porn. Mandy was one of them — so by the time she was 19, she had a wild fantasy and very high sexual expectations.

She met Scott online and they started to fool around. She wanted to do all of the stuff she watched online, which was perfect, because he did, too. Scott was 21, so a little older, but not by much.

Mandy had “granny hair” — dyed silver and tied up in a bun or pig tails. She was skinny, peppy, always giggling. Her favorite outfit was knee high rainbow socks, Chucks, and booty jean shorts. She had green eyes and dimples and was basically as cute AF.

She also had nice medium sized breasts and a cute little butt. Read more »

The Sex was Getting Old, So … [MF] [mf] [swing] [oral] [mast] [piss]

It’s 10am. I’m walking into my office – late again – and I see this guy. I don’t really know him, but we always say hello. I ask how things are going and he pulls me aside and says, “Actually, and I can tell you this because I don’t really know you — fucking awesome.”

“Oh, shit,” I say, highly intrigued. “Go on …”

“Well, my wife and I have a kind of … arrangement. And usually, she does her thing, I do mine, but last night, our “things” meshed, if you know what I’m saying.”

“Listen,” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. “I’m old and my wife and I are clueless as to what all you young kids are saying. I have no fucking clue what you’re saying.”

He chuckled. “We have an open marriage. I fuck whoever I want. She fucks whoever she wants. Last night, we ended up at the same restaurant with our fuck buddies, so we decided to eat together. And then, we decided to go home together. I guess that makes us swingers, you know?”

“I see …” I said. “And you’re telling ME this because?” Read more »

The Atrium [MF]

I know you weren’t looking at me or thinking about me … but the way you came up the stairs, looked in my direction … and then you sat directly across the atrium from me, in full sight of where I was standing. I won’t lie, that felt completely intentional on your part … as if you want to see me, and you wanted to be seen by me. In a time I shouldn’t have been, I was fixated upon you … it was distracting. Honestly, I stood there after I was off the phone, in hopes that something would happen … knowing it wouldn’t.

You see, I was standing there in the doorway of two vacant offices … and all I could think about was you walking across the atrium and through the doorway of the first office. Your phone conversation has ended, as did my own. You walk through the door, and what you want is immediately, and readily, apparent to me … my cock stirs as I see the desire in your eyes. Apparently the one sided interest is not-so-one-sided after all. Read more »

An insecure curvy girlfriend finds pleasure with the Petit neighbor upstairs [mff] [oral] [anal] [rimjobs] [cum play] [mast]

We have this neighbor named Kat. She’s tattooed, long brown hair. Keeps to herself. She’s on the skinny side and my girlfriend, Bridgette, is on the thicker side. Whenever she sees Kat, she makes a snide comment to me later on about how she’s a skinny.

I don’t think she’s anorexic or anything. Just petit. Bridgette is just insecure.

One day, I got on the elevator with Kat. Bridgette wasn’t around.

“Your girlfriend is kind of a bitch,” Kat said.

“Is she?” I asked.

“Yeah, I mean, that’s my assumption. She’s not very friendly and she always gives me some nasty look.”

“Ah,” I said. “I think she’s just jealous.”

“Of WHAT?” Kat asked.

“Your body. You’re petit. She’s curvy.”

“Are you kidding. I wish I had her tits and ass. God, she’s gorgeous. Eh, insecure makes sense, now. I’ll make an effort to compliment her or something. Boost her fragile ego.”

She winked and got off the elevator.

A week or so later, the three of us ended up on the elevator again. Kat looked at me and winked.

“Hey,” she said to Bridgette. “You’re looking hot tonight.” Read more »

Step-sister’s Failing Marriage [incest] [M] [F] [cheat] [oral] [mast] [swallow]

Mallory’s mom married my dad when we were in our late teens. By that point in time, we really didn’t care about a step-sibling because we had our own lives, and soon, we’d be off to college. Mallory and I were basically roommates, only saying hey if we walked past each other.

After college, we barely spoke. Maybe I’d like a post of hers on Facebook. If she wasn’t traveling abroad, I’d see her at Thanksgiving or Christmas. She got married, had a kid. I had a girlfriend, didn’t want kids.

I moved to NYC. A year later, Mallory called to say she was coming to NYC for work, but her assistant forgot to book her a hotel room and she was scrambling and —

“Say no more, you can stay with me.”

The next night, Mallory took an Uber from Penn Station to my apartment. We hugged. I hadn’t seen her in years and was stunned by how beautiful she was. I showed her to my room. “I’ll sleep on the sofa,” I said.

“Oh, you don’t have to. I’ll take the sofa. It’s okay. I really don’t mind. Actually, I sleep on the sofa most days, now, so …” Read more »

[M]y first full blowjob while at a Glory Hole…

My first full, (not just licking some guy’s tip) oral experience was with a guy who regularly hosts a Glory Hole (GH) with his partner that I enjoy going to on occasion. Honestly, I feel grateful that I was able to hook up with these two guys who host the GH. They’re a little older, around my age, divorced, very clean and respectful. BTW, the rule and expectation is discretion and respect. The GH is typically private, one guy at a time, unless the host knows that you don’t mind being there with others. I enjoy private attention as well as sharing the experience with another horny man.

When I first visited their GH (and still do) it was such a huge turn-on. They have a very nice home with a semi-private entrance that leads to the basement. You enter through the kitchen and go down the carpeted stairs. Although the basement is dimly lit, once your eyes adjust to the darkness it sets a perfect tone. It’s relatively quiet except for the sound of porn on the 60” TV screen, great view, not too loud, just right so that you can hear yourself moaning…or the moans of another guy getting head and cumming ahead of you. Read more »

Pegging with a Lesbian [m] [ff] [threesome] [oral] [cheat] [pegging] [anal] [squirt] [mast] [reluc] [cum]

My girlfriend, Maddie, has a lesbian friend named Uma who comes to town twice a year. I didn’t know Uma used to be into men, but it all made sense now—how she grabbed my arms, told me what big muscles I had, told me she loved the beard.

I texted Uma to ask if I could have anything in the house that she might need. When she said no, I wrote back to say I’d get our guest bed set up so she didn’t have to sleep with us.

“Aw, that’s no fun. You mean Maddie doesn’t want to have a threesome?”

“I wish,” I wrote back.

“Huh, for some reason I always pegged her as the kinky type.”

“Nah,” I responded. “And since you say pegged, I doubt she even knows what pegging is.”

One thing lead to another and soon, Uma was packing her strap on dildo. If anyone could convince Maddie to loosen up, it’d be Uma. And tequila.

When Uma arrived, she unpacked her bag in front of Maddie, “accidentally” dropping her strap on dildo on the floor.

“Oops,” she said, shooting me a look. Read more »

[FM] Sweet and simple

I’m a 22-year-old female. This was my fifth time meeting someone from Reddit. I have to say, the nervousness I feel right before meeting someone hasn’t gotten any easier. We had been talking (over kik and eventually text) for about two months, but once he said he was on his way over to my house I almost felt sick with anxiety. Don’t get me wrong, I was very excited. I knew I would have a good time. But man, that anticipation always kills me.

When he arrived I opened the door for him and took in his appearance. He was so much more handsome than I had expected based on his selfies. We shook hands and I giggled a lot. I hate myself for being so awkward. I gave him a tour of the main floor, we grabbed some glasses of water, and then we journeyed upstairs.

We sat on the bed and talked for a while. It was smalltalk but nothing boring. I had music playing from the TV. Eventually we were laying side by side and he mentioned something about making out. I smiled and we started kissing, him moving on top of me. He slid his hand up my dress; I hope it made him happy that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. He kept one hand around my pussy and another on my breast while I reached between us and felt his boner through his jeans. Read more »

The Pleasure of Strangers [oral][Mf][Dom/Sub]

My eyes fluttered open. A soft grey morning light from an overcast day streamed through the window sheers. The mansion was dead quiet. I heard the bathroom door shut and the shower spritz on. I peeked up over the bed to see the Missus with her back towards me lying naked under duvet. I laid back down on the carpeted floor, pulling the blanket over my shoulders which ached from sleeping on the floor. My fingers lingered on the padded leather collar still around my neck. What the hell am I doing here in this sex club? Why did I allow myself to be sold to this couple; the dominant man and his beautiful auburn haired wife with boobs as big as mine. When they were done having fun with me last night, they kicked me out of the bed and made me sleep on the floor beside them. I awoke naked with my long sugar brown hair covering my face. I brushed it aside.

The mattress squeaked with movement and I looked up to see the Missus gazing over the side at me. Her hair was a delightful mess.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Morning.” Read more »

Downing Abbey – Chapter 7

(Abigail)

My eyes were darting around. It was quiet, except for the rhythmic breaths of the man beside me, his fuzzy chest rising and slumping against my back. His body was warm, but instead of basking into his heat like a bearded dragon, I felt chilly. Even bearded dragons had personal dens to retreat to after a blurry night of wild, crazy sex.

I was nervous to move, to breathe too loudly. I didn’t want to wake him up and have the awkward morning after talk where we both made it seem like what happened was a good idea and we would see each other again. No, there was no need for limp excuses and flaky promises of commitment.

He had all the signs of a playboy. The exorbitant wine, the minibar in his bedroom, the way he got me into his bachelor pad and out of my panties the third time we spoke . . . it was clear I was just part of the long list of his accomplishments that he and his brothers used to compare dick sizes over bottles of five-thousand dollar booze. Read more »