The sun was rising, on what promised to be another hot South California day, when Alex awoke in his cozy bed with the usual morning hard-on. His wife, Genia, was still sleeping soundly, rather she was still unconscious from her nightly habit of pills and wine. He gently eased out of bed and put on a pair of sweat pants before leaving the room and making his way down stairs, through the kitchen and out the sliding glass door into the backyard and a gray early morning mist. He quickly walked to the far end of the pool heading for the Man Cave located in the converted pool house. Alex put a lot of work into the Man Cave installing a couch, a sixty inch screen, small kitchen and bathroom. It’s the place where Genia makes him stash all his ‘tasteless man junk’; a bean bag, antique movie posters, and the PacMan arcade game he restored himself. And best of all, it was home to Shelby.
Tag: Oral
SexBot, Come Home! [MF][oral]
*Sometime in the future….*
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 had been left her face down on a couch, and walked from the party house. At the end of his driveway, the pretty blonde sexbot set her bearings to a northwest pedestrian route and set about walking the twenty five hundred miles home.
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.”
He pulled it off the back counter and scanned it.
And now back to your regularly scheduled program…Sort of. [m+f]
If you want the backstory to this episode check my post history but buckle up first, it’s a long and bumpy ride…
When we last spoke Wally World was still closed for renovations. There were a few sympathy blowjobs – I call them that but really they were her way of taking out her sexual frustrations on me mostly. She would tease and torture me, ruin a lot of my orgasms, try to peg me, and just generally assert all the power over me that she could in the moment – all in good fun of course. Furthermore, anal is pretty much out of the question. We’ve tried anal in the past and neither of us really care for it. To me it puts pressure on my unit in all the wrong places and doesn’t feel all that good and she doesn’t really get off on it either other than enjoying the naughty or taboo aspect of it so we really don’t engage in it at all.
The beginning of our 10-year affair. [M/F]
Our story is long, and is still going. This first entry about Lana will be the longest because it serves as an introduction to how we got ourselves in this mess. I intend to post other fantastic sweaty, sexy stories of our time together that won’t be this lengthy. For this one, I’ll indicate where to skip to the good stuff with a line break.
In the beginning, Lana and I became fast friends during college (early 2000’s). We were the same major, but she was one year older than me. We had an occasional class/seminar together, but we really spent a lot of time outside class working and collaborating on projects. We were an odd pair. She was a pretty redhead, tall, slender, amazing legs, runner’s body, very well put together, kind of sheltered but breaking through her shell and becoming her own person. I was a loud, obnoxious, wannabe punk rocker who ended up mellowing out in school. I guess you could say opposites attract and we were two extremes who were going to eventually meet up in the middle.
Sex with my ex-boy(f)riend’s super religious (f)iancee
My deets: I’m 20, 5″7 and I mostly wear a size 2 or 4. My bust size is 32C and I have brown almost black shoulder length hair and brown eyes on a wide friendly face. If you wanna see a picture of my backside, check out my other story.
And if you want to skip the non sex parts, head down until you see the asterisks.
About two weeks ago, my Friday night was supposed to be a quiet one. My friend Mary was coming over to hang out and I was very excited to spend some time with her since she’s from out of town. See, my relationship with Mary is a little strange. Allow me to set the stage: towards the end of high school, I was dating this guy named Ron who was extremely attractive but also had strong Christian faith. He had pledged abstinence at his church but we ended up having sex a few times despite his pledge. He felt extremely guilty about this and a few days before he went away to some sort of Bible camp, we broke up. At that camp he met Mary. They connected instantly and has been going out ever since. Mary was from a different city but after high school Ron followed her to college and they actually got engaged about six months ago.
[F/M] A hotwife trip to Germany (x-posted from r/cuckold)
I’ve been a hotwife for a few years, and my cuckold husband and I have had lots of fun in that time. But of course life can get busy and it’s been far too long since I’ve been able to find a good cock to suck and fuck, which meant I knew I had to take advantage of a business trip to Frankfurt last week.
Beforehand, I let my cucky hubby know exactly what I planned to do — I was going to a country where prostitution is legal, and I was going to make the most of it. While I don’t have a hard time attracting male attention, even at 35 with a few extra pounds, the thought of a male escort really excited me. I knew I’d be able to get just what I wanted, have a great time without spending a bunch of time picking through losers, plus my husband would pay for me to get fucked by a real man. Win-win-win.
Perks of being a night owl [MF] [Oral] [Hot Sex] (This is my first time writing a story and my first post. Constructive criticism will be much appreciated.) Enjoy!
I wake up and the remnants of my dream are already starting to fade. I’m up so it must not have been a very nice dream.
What time is it? There was light out that window when I first laid down for a nap. It’s dark now. I reach for my watch on the nightstand, the hands glow in the dark: 12 minutes to midnight. Oh well..
I need a drink.
The minibar has some of those tiny bottles of liquor. I reach for the vodka and orange juice and make myself a screwdriver. I don’t know if they have an icebox on this floor, I don’t remember seeing one.. fuck it! This will have to do. The sweet sting of my drink does a good job of reviving my senses so I go out on the balcony for some fresh air.
I’m on the second floor with a clear view of the pool. There’s a woman gliding from one end to the other. She’s wearing an all black, two piece swimsuit and has a marvelous figure: tall, slender.. long legs. She’s good too, relaxed, precise movement. The water must be cold at this hour. That sounds refreshing. A part of me is thinking of joining her, the rest of me is happy to enjoy the view. I find myself thinking of her goose pimple skin, how it might feel to the touch.
No Sex in the Champagne Room (but everything else) [M/F]
I was out running some errands the other day when the thought popped in my head, “Some beer and boobs would be nice.” so I pulled into our friendly neighborhood strip club.
I’m not really a strip club kinda guy, but I’ve been there a few times before. Surprisingly good day shift, friendly girls, good drinks. Not a bad place to kill an hour in the middle of a hot day.
I grabbed a drink at the bar and began to watch the main stage. The girl dancing, Star, was cute and petite. Maybe 5’2″, with nice bouncy b-cups and a matching little bubble butt. She had that light brown kind of skin that could have placed her ethnicity all over the map. We made eye contact and smiled. (Side Note: Yes, I know it’s all lies, but it’s fun to play into the fantasy, okay?) I watched her dance a bit longer and then approached to show my appreciation.
She teased her way over to the edge of the stage, eyes locked on mine, swaying and shimmying, still fully clothed because it was her first dance. As she crouched down for her tip she asked. “Are you a boob man or an ass man?”
Post Wine Tour Threesome [MFF]
So this past weekend, something amazing happened and I’m just now getting a chance to write about it (thanks work!). With the 3 day weekend, a bunch of the Moms/Ladies in our neighborhood got together to organize a Wine Tour for the day on Sunday, knowing that they’d have Monday to recover. I had a bunch of things to do around the house and encouraged my wife, Kayla to go and make some friends, and I also got in touch with my parents to take the kids overnight so I could actually get some work done.
At about 10 am, the ladies all boarded the bus at the ringleader’s house about 1/2 mile away. It was super hot out, so most of the ladies had on casual clothes and even a couple had on like shorts and bikini tops so they could get some sun on the patios at the wineries on the trip. My wife wore a bikini top with a tanktop over it and a short skirt that she looked damn good in. I packed up the kids and dropped them off at my parents house and set about getting my projects done for the day. At about 8pm, I hadn’t heard from my wife and so I texted her a message asking where they were at.
Sunrise (23M/18F), the end of my 2015 trilogy.
Like most guys, waking up early in the morning and having to piss was a zombie-like habit. Secure in the comfort of my old bed, during my house sitting stint I would toss and turn constantly just trying to get the feelings of having to get up to ebb away, but at some point in time between ten minute periods of falling back asleep, I would have to force myself to roll out of bed, lumber across the hall, empty my bowels, and swan dive back under the covers. Some of THESE times found me with a dry mouth, which obviously had to be sated by pulling a water bottle from the downstairs refrigerator and downing it.
So when Monday morning rolled around after a night of thunder and ass claps, my zombie-time was both a constant and a variable. During my shamble to the rest room I was way too dead tired to think about how Paige had spent the last day and a half. As I pulled out my dick to piss, I was too exhausted to think about how warm and fit it felt in between her tight thighs, and as I meandered to throw the fridge door open and chug a bottle of water, I was too out of it to remember just how sweet her pussy tasted on my lips and tongue.