Tag: Oral
Thank God- A Mormon Sex Fantasty [Str8] [M/F] [reluc] [oral]
He had always been a pious man. A man of God. He read his scriptures day in and day out. He arrived to work in well pressed suits that his wife Chelsea ironed each morning. He spoke of Chelsea often, and their bouncing baby boy Bradley. Dave had, by every account, the perfect life.
But something bothered him. No matter how often he tried to keep his thoughts pure and ask God for grace day in and day out, his mind often drifted to his coworker Jessica. He didn’t understand why. Perhaps it was the way her voice, like lavender, like silk, swirled in his head long after she had spoken. Perhaps it was the way her pant suits hugged her hips in the most perfect way, her perfect butt bouncing as she walked. Perhaps it was the openness to which she spoke of her dating life.
Dave didn’t like to hear about those things, but her weekend stories of one night stands and evening drinks with strangers often wandered to his cubicle as she chatted with her friend Kathy in the break room.
[FM] Partying With Jane [Oral] [Anal]
After reading a story in this sub recently that featured shotgunning beers, it jogged my memory of an encounter that I had ten years or so ago.
Jane and I grew up in the same town together, attending all of the same schools and graduating in the same class. We had always been friendly, and had a chemistry that I’m not sure either of us knew how to act on. Admittedly, she was no ten. In fact, she was probably closer to a five. She was around five feet tall and was on the bigger end of curvy. She had a decent set of DD tits though, with a big butt to much.
A couple years after graduation we found ourselves at the same small party, which more or less consisted of ten people hanging out and playing drinking games. We immediately gravitated toward each other, partnering up in beer pong and more or less never being outside of an arm’s reach of each other. As the night wore on people started to leave, with the two couples that lived in the apartment heading to their rooms to screw and go to bed.
Morning Cunnilingus [MF, oral]
For His Pleasure [MFF][oral][rim job][pros.]
The two women stood in the backyard of a mansion in the Hollywood Hills admiring the night time view of L.A. lights as they waited to be summoned. Leilani sipped champagne from a fluted glass. She was a really pretty girl with big brown eyes, long straight black hair and big fake boobs pressed against her tiny frame in her tight hot pink bandage dress. Jenna was the other escort; a long legged woman in her twenties with long dark honey blonde hair and a model’s angular face. Out of the string of women, paid and unpaid, who paraded in and out of the house during the past week of parties, they were the only party girls left as they were the sheik’s favorite.
The two women turned at the sound of approaching leather soled shoes echoing across the concrete path from the pool. Omar, the sheik’s thin, dark personal assistant dressed in his impeccable suit made his way towards them.
He said, “Misses, his excellency requests your company.”
[MF] Sex with older, former co-worker
During and after college, I worked at my neighborhood supermarket. After I graduated, it was a much more miserable experience, but you bond quickly with other employees. One of which, was a middle aged single mom that had some similar interests as me. Those interests included sex.
Off the bat, she wasn’t a cougar. Pear shaped body with a sizeable ass, not bad looking, but not exactly pretty either. She was about 17 years older than me. We shared a love of science fiction and fantasy, so we had that go on when we had smoke breaks together. She also had a really blasé attitude towards sex, and would speak casually about it when brought up.
Eventually, I got a new job, and I promised I’d keep in contact with everyone, which was a lie. She friended me on Facebook, and said to hit her up some time. She then would message me randomly, and it became apparent quickly she wanted to fuck. I always had a thing for older women, and it had been a while, so I thought, hey, why not.
The Executrix and Her Intern [Str8][Fm][oral][insertion]
As the phones rang outside her office, Charla Fox sat behind her desk texting away on her phone.
The young executive texted, ‘Are we still on for tonight?’
He answered, ‘Yes.’
‘Can you get kinky?’
‘How kinky?’
‘Ben Wa balls.’
Charla waited and waited for his response. He was probably using a search engine to find out what Ben Wa balls are.
Finally, his response. ‘In you, right?’
‘Of course.’
‘I can accommodate that.’
Thomas Keller was a good looking man with strong looking hands and a great smile under his hipster beard. At least that how he looked on his profile picture.
“Ms. Fox?”
Charla looked up to see her summer intern Jason Graham standing at the door. A twenty three year old kid with charming good looks, the senior from Columbia had been her gopher all summer in her investment banking department. He stepped in with a three inch thick manila envelope.
“The contracts from Wassermans are here,” he said, setting the envelope down on her desk.
“Good. Thanks. Have a seat. I want to talk to you,” she said, setting down her phone.
A Game [M/F][oral]
Just another typical night in. Ellen sat on the couch, a laptop perched on her lap, headphones on, the sleeve of her tiny nightgown slowly descending her arm. Dave would have heard her occasional swearing into the headset but he was wearing his own, sitting across the room furiously mashing every button on the game controller. Not until Ellen let out a particularly loud ‘FUCK’ and rip off her headset did he look up at her.
“You are so mad you are pulling your clothes off?” He laughed, moving the large muff off of one ear. In her rage she had yanked the nightgown askew, revealing a small pink nipple.
“Ugh,” Ellen pulled her sleeve back into place. “We wiped! 40 minutes till the next raid.” She said. She looked over at the TV to see that Dave was just finishing a team death match. “You?”
“We have two more after this,” He informed her.
“No chance of a little break?” She asked, pulling her sleeve back down and almost revealing her breast again.
“I don’t think so.” Dave told her, putting his headphones back over both ears. Ellen made a show of rolling her eyes then turned and left the room. When she returned with two fresh beers, she could hear Dave bossing his team around through the mic, they had just started a new match. She laughed, he must be the most obnoxious team leader ever. She decided to mess with him.
When Ellen set the beer on the coffee table in front of him, she leaned unnecessarily low, allowing the loose nighty to gap open, revealing her entire torso, then flicked her eyes up to meet Dave’s who gave a little laugh. He knew what she was about. Disappointed in his response, she pushed the game a little further. Standing directly in front of the standing fan, she pulled her nightgown down over her shoulders and pushed it to the floor.
“It’s sooo hot!” She said loudly enough for him to hear over the game. He laughed again but continued ordering his team around.
Now it’s game on She thought. She pushed her panties down to the floor with the night gown and walked to sit on the coffee table in front of him, not blocking his view to the TV. She grabbed his cold beer and held it to her throat, arching her back and letting out a soft gasp. Dave looked over to see a small bead of condensation leave the bottle and run down her chest and felt a rush in his crotch.
“Look at that,” Ellen teased, finally getting the response she was hoping for. She slid across the table to sit directly in front of him. When he leaned to see around her he noticed the wet streak she had left across the table and felt another surge in his boxers. Ellen giggled, enjoying her little game.
She slid from the table onto her knees and before Dave realized what she was doing, Ellen had pulled his now hard cock out of his boxers and slipped her lips over the head, her mouth was cold from the beer.
By the time he had muted his headset, he could feel his head press into the soft flesh of her tonsils.
“Really, babe?” He asked. She didn’t pull back, instead she grunted MHM allowing her throat to vibrate around his head. All desire he had for her to stop vanished, but he was still in the middle of the match. “Give me a minute, I’m team leader.” He said. She shook her head no as she slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth.
“You’ll just have to be quiet.” Ellen smirked as she thrust her face back down his shaft. He gave a little twitch then unmuted his headset.
“Yo, Dave. Where are you?” Ellen was close enough to hear through the speakers.
“Sorry guys, I got distracted.” Dave explained. “Let’s scout the wareh–” He cut off short when Ellen stopped working his shaft and instead wrapped her lips around one testicle and sucked gently.
“You ok man?” The headset blared.
“Yeah.. The warehouse.” Ellen heard the consent of the team members. She giggled, then resumed her work on his member. Shoving her face as far down the shaft as she could and slowly withdrawing, again and again. Occasionally she would feel his hand clench on the controller and look up to meet his eye, usually resulting in a stifled grunt from him. She could tell the match was almost over, and that Dave was almost done. She jerked away from him and sat on the floor looking at him stare at her in disbelief.
“Good game guys.” He said then dropped the controller to the ground and pounced on Ellen. His lips landed hard on hers and his hands were everywhere. Pulling the hair at the back of her neck, cupping her round ass, squeezing her small tits just a little too hard. When he took one of her nipples between his teeth, she arched her back and let him wrap on of his hands around her throat. He could feel, rather than hear the moans issuing from there. He pushed her back over the table, leaving her butt and legs hanging off and plunged his fingers into her dripping pussy. Ellen let out an involuntary yelp. Driven on by her apparent pleasure, Dave planted his mouth over the mound of flesh just above his fingers. He rolled his tongue up and down her clit, eliciting grunts. Like she had done to him, just when she was about to fly over the edge he pulled back abruptly.
She picked herself up off the table to look at him and saw the playful grin on his face. She smashed her lips to his, tasting the musk of her own fluids. Then, with no warning, he flipped her around, bent her over the table and plunged his cock into her. She let out another grunt of pleasure.
“Dave?? We’re on. Where are you dude?” The both heard from the headset he was still wearing.
“Oh shit! Sorry” Dave said. He reached for the controller still on the floor without withdrawing from Ellen’s soaked slit. He leaned his elbows on her back and resumed playing his game.
Ellen looked over her shoulder at him. “Really,” She asked. Dave shrugged and started mashing buttons on the controller. She raised and lowered her hips once and Dave pushed hard into her. She raised and lowered them again and let out a moan.
“You’ll have to be quiet,” He whispered to her, still playing his game. She continued thrusting into him. His elbows were digging into her back painfully but she wasn’t done with him yet. Every few thrusts she would feel him push back against her or clench up against the controller. They continued like this a few minutes until Ellen could feel herself reach her peak again. She was no longer able to control her moaning so Dave reached forward to cover her mouth with his arm. Still operating the controller, her began thrusting hard into her until he pushed her over. He could feel her pussy clenching and gripping his shaft and suddenly he was there too. She bit down on his arm at the pleasure of feeling him fill her with his hot cum. And jerked to a stop. They didn’t move until he had finished the match, then fell onto the floor, panting and laughing.
[oral] [mWM] [disguise]
“Mrs. Fuller, I didn’t expect to see you!” Adam stood, in khakis and a shirt and sweater, at the doorway of the Fuller house, expecting to see Sarah, his girlfriend. She lived with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Fuller, while she waited to hear back from various jobs she’d applied to since graduating from college.
“Hello Adam! Come in, come in,” Mrs. Fuller said. She wore a cornflower blue blouse and white pants, and althought her blonde hair was beginning to go grey, Adam found her a very attractive woman. Most of Sarah’s beauty came from her mother.
Adam entered and followed Mrs. Fuller to the living room. “I suppose you’re looking for Sarah, of course. She should be back soon, she’s out somewhere. Can I offer you a tea in the meantime?”
“Yes, please,” Adam said, “that would be lovely. Thank you.”
As Mrs. Fuller went to the kitchen, Adam surveyed the photographs on the mantle above the fireplace. He saw pictures of Fuller family trips, Sarah growing from a child to her age. In many of them Adam saw the stern, mustachioed face of Mr. Fuller, a serious man whom Adam had only met a few times. Adam wasn’t too sure Mr. Fuller liked him.
22/F, the results of my “30 guys in 30 days” experiment. [F] [FM] [FFM] [FMM]
This summer I came up with the idea to do a 30 guys in 30 days experiment. I’m not sure what I set out to prove, other than collect interesting information, and force me to break out of my shell of regulars and see what else is out there. The rules were pretty simple: Fuck a new guy every day, for 30 days, and record the results. Had to be somebody I had never fucked before, and will never go back and fuck again. Here’s how it went:
9/21/16 – Met a guy on Tinder, black hair, black beard, and chubby. We fucked in the back of his car parked in a quiet parking lot. He wore a condom, and finished in my mouth. I did not cum.
9/22/16 – Another guy from Tinder, also black hair and chubby, but surprisingly handsome and had a lot of tattoos. Fucked on my bed while my roommate did the dishes. He lasted a long time and we did a lot of positions, he came twice, both times into condoms inside my pussy. I came a bunch of times.