Tag: Oral

[Str8, MF, voy, nc, reluc, inc, mast, timestop, oral] Jake’s Magic Remote, Part V – Cruel Temptations

Let's keep it rolling! Part V is a light interlude, but it sets some things up. As always, feedback is welcome! I've been working on part XI today, it's pretty fun.

Sarah showed up while Petra was cleaning up, so Jake decided to let things rest for a bit; he’d had his fun, and he was more than a little worried in hindsight about how readily he’d molested his daughter just because she was wearing tiny shorts and he was uncomfortably horny.
Then again, he thought to himself, she was sort of asking for it. It was obvious that Petra had a mild exhibitionism or voyeurism fetish developing, and all he’d really done was fulfil her own fantasy for her, so why should he feel bad?
Petra changed into pajama pants and the three watched the rest of the movie together. Once again, Jake got to enjoy having his favorite two females on either side of him. As evenings go, it was pretty nice, and he’d soon put his daughter’s rampant sexuality out of his mind. Read more »

[Str8, MF, voy, nc, reluc, inc, mast, timestop] Jake’s Magic Remote, Part III – Karma Chameleon

Let's keep this rolling! Part III for you.

Edit: forgot [oral] tag, sorry!

Sarah got home only a few minutes after the food was delivered, and the family sat on the couch together to eat in front of some mindless television. Jake sat in the middle, acutely aware of his now-fully-clothed daughter’s body so close to him. He kept seeing her in his mind, gloriously nude and splattered with his cum. Swallowing hard, he looked in the other direction at Sarah, his wife.
Sarah was like an Amazon goddess. Jake had been enchanted with her from first sight. She stood an inch taller than he did, with raven-black hair past her shoulders, a slightly crooked smile, and bright green eyes. Her figure was hourglass-like, although she carried some extra weight, and the way she slouched on the couch afforded him a nice look down at her ample cleavage. It was almost a good enough look to make him forget about his adopted daughter’s breasts, round and perfect, with the water beading off of them. Sarah smiled up at Jake. “What have you two been up to this afternoon?”
Jake felt himself blush when Petra leaned against him and answered, “Just watching TV and hanging out, mom.”
Jake smiled nervously and nodded. “How was your day?” he asked, hoping to change the subject.
Sarah groaned. “Don’t even get me started. We have this huge order to do, and the truck didn’t come in until almost noon…”
After years of marriage, Jake had learned that “How was your day?” was husband-code for “Please tell me everything that happened so I can nod and smile for half an hour.”
Jake leaned back, one hand running through his wife’s hair as she continued talking. He really did love her, even if they didn’t have sex nearly as much as he would have liked. He had no doubt about her feelings; her libido had just never been up to his. But then, he’d never had the ability to stop time before… Read more »

Fun with Friends MFM

This story took place earlier this week with my friends, a married couple I play with Brody and Becky. Last time we played was chronicled here for those of you interested: http://www.reddit.com/r/Hotwife/comments/2t6mz7/buddys_wife/

So, the other Brody called me to see if the next morning Id stop by and give him a hand moving a refrigerator into his garage. I told him I would of course i would (in addition to occasionally letting me fuck his wife he is my best friend as well). The next morning I get my work clothes together so I can shower and such at their place after we move the fridge. I arrive and they are morning drinking and I chide them on it, to which Brody replies "no kids, no work, why not?" I really didn't have a good comeback so we just set about the job at hand.

When we finished I told them I needed to shave and shower for work. Their bathroom is downstairs right off of their bedroom so we all head down and Becky gets me a towel and a wash cloth etc while Brody and I bullshit in the bedroom. When everything is all ready I go into the bathroom and shut the door. I take my clothes off and get in my bag to get my shaving supplies and realize I forgot my razor. Read more »

FF MILFS/BFF & I Get Started (ie, My Heaven pt 2)

The continuing adventures of two very close friends…I have had an incredibly erotic & sensual on & off again relationship with my BFF since 2012. I guess I should introduce us…I am Emmy, 44, very bi, single since '13. I look like a soccer mom, cute but not sexy, but I am a secret nympho. I am 5'4", 115 lbs although I struggle to keep weight on. I am strawberry blonde, blue-green eyes with nerdgirl glasses, 34B tits with large sensitive nipples. Colette is 40, a voluptuous blonde, blue eyed athlete with a bouncy, gravity defying ass and firm, round breasts. She looks very straight..she dresses a bit biker chick slutty when we go out and men find her very hot. I like very short skirts and shorts myself, but otherwise more of a tomboy, and I am definitely the geeky one.

So, let me tell you about the first time…

We actually had made out, played with each other's boobs, and finger banged once back in '09, purely out of her curiosity. It was a bad time for me in my marriage and I fooled around with her and a stranger (separately) in the same weekend…but, I digress…. Read more »

Holes to be fucked. Thank you for using me. [Mf oral huml]

Moments within coming through the door I’m on my knees. You don’t spare time taking out your dick. It springs out at me, slapping my cheek. My mouth is salivating. I am ready for this. An hour every day with a toy in your measurements has helped me practice, millimetre by millimetre, inch by inch. With a lubed throat and teared eyes in front of the mirror watching my neck slowly bulge from the intrusion. Read more »

Left Hanging [M] [F] [bd] [oral]

As with my other stories, this is written for a specific person, hence the first person with wannabe second person leanings.

You stand in the middle of the room, arms over your head. Rope cuffs bind your wrists together; the ends run through a hoop in the ceiling, keeping your arms straight, and pool on the floor behind you. There’s almost no give. Even with the extra height from the heels of the long tan boots you wear, your arms are already starting to ache. You are forced to stand as rigidly, your feet wide and your chest pushed out. Exactly how I want you.

But you can’t see any of this, not with the satin cloth I put over your eyes.

I’m sitting behind you, enjoying the view. My gaze starts low, at your feet. The boots hug the contours of your legs all the way to your knees. I continue upwards, over your trim thighs and rest on your naked backside. Your cheeks beg to be pulled apart, to be caressed. I can’t linger here, not without becoming distracted. Your pale back is arched slightly to minimise the strain in your arms. Your hair falls like a dark waterfall to the middle of your back, begging to be played with. I relish the thought of running my hands through it. Finally your head is held defiantly high. Read more »

Molly and Jack [Mf] [oral]

His eyes followed her around the track once again. Her butt popped up and down with every stride down the back stretch, and as she made the turn her beautiful breasts came bouncing into his gaze. He had to make a conscious effort to look away from her. He focused on the runners whose names he could barely remember until he saw her come bounding around the corner once again. She was toned. Her legs were powerful, and her butt was rounded and firm. He could see little spots of sweat soaking through her sports bra. She was a goddess, sexy and lusted over by all the boys at Overland high school and unbeknownst to her, lusted over by her track coach as well. Read more »

(FF) My Heaven: Girls’ Weekend, Hot Tub, & a Horny BiCurious Friend, Part 1…In Public

I am a soccer mom-type in my mid 40s, but my close friends know I am actively bi. My best friend's curiosity finally landed us in bed a few times before this, but this was one of the hottest times.

Mountain cabin, 7 crazy women, and a bachelorette party…led to my friends picking up a guy at the bar and bringing him back. He ended up chasing after the hot 20-something along with us, but he had been flirting with my best friend first, getting her very turned on. After she convinced everyone to hot tub naked, i got nude and then got out to use the restroom, throwing on a shirt…nights in the mountains are cold even in august and i am super skinny.

On my way back through the cabin, she "accosted" me and quickly had my coverup on the floor. She's never been with another woman but me, but when she wants me, she gets aggressive in her "flirting"…I love it!! She kissed me deeply and started playing with my soft, smallish tits. My nipples are incredibly sensitive and she loves making me moan, especially hot since we are always on the verge of being caught. Her breasts are firm and full with these delicious pencil eraser nipples. As i pulled away from the kiss, i noticed everyone in the hot tub could see us if they wanted. The boy did, but i made a "shhh" gesture and he watched, impassively bles his heart, as i bent down to lick, suck and bite her nipples. he never told on us. Read more »

(M)y first sexual experience, as a late bloomer, going down on my (F)riend.

I suppose I was a little of a “late bloomer,” but that is how things had worked out. I was 29, and a virgin with zero sexual experience of any kind. So that is how the table was set when I found myself in an amazing woman’s room on this particular night. She was a year younger and we had met a few months before, though we only socialized in larger groups. Things seemed to be clicking a little differently however, on this particular night.

It was late and I was at her place. I had been expecting to go home and I was a little surprised when she suggested that I should stay for the night. She returned shortly from changing into a t-shirt and a pair of sweats and climbed into her bed. She said that I could join her or sleep on another bed in the room. I removed my clothes leaving my boxers on. Blood was coursing through my ears. I could barely hear myself thinking. I actually asked if she minded that I only had boxers as I had no nightclothes or shorts. I climbed into the right side of the bed and lay there with this beautiful woman to my side. We talked for a few minutes and she rolled over with her back to me. She was so warm. Her hair was just a few inches from my nose. The entire situation was intoxicating. She reached over with a hand, took my arm, and draped it over her waist. I was simply mesmerized. The heat from her body and the pheromones that tingled my nose were almost giving me a headache. Read more »

[m/f][f/f] Sweet ‘n’ Deadly Burlesque + #FreetheNipple Solidarity on DrSuzy.Tv – Listen Free.

Sweet 'n' Deadly ‪#‎BURLESQUE‬ on The Dr. Susan Block Show with Deanna Deadly & Sasha Sweet – Supporting Free The Nipple in Solidarity with Iceland & The Bonobo Way Listen Free: http://bloggamy.com/sweet-burlesque (click to see uncensored freed nips) Broadcast LiVE from the Villa Bonobo in Bonoboville.com at The Dr. Susan Block Institute

By Dr. Susan Block

A splash of classic burlesque, a lick of Icelandic #FreetheNipple-inspired Bonoboville Communion, Bonobo Spring politics, Sperm Wars, old friends and new discoveries get stirred and shaken into a tasty concoction that makes this show go down nice and easy like a shot of Agwa or Dirty Tequila…

Burlesque is the theatricalization of “striptease”— the soon-to-be-released Wiley-Blackwell Encyclopedia of Sex includes my entry on the subject. This the most ancient art of teasingly stripping off clothes probably originated pretty much when people began wearing clothes. What we call “burlesque,” however, could be said to have kick-started itself in the late 19th century when Parisians of la belle époque started showing off their legs, and even their genitalia, in a new dance called the can-can. In 1905 the Dutch dancer Mata Hari, later shot as a spy during World War I, was a burlesque sensation at the Musée Guimet, in the Roaring Twenties, a nearly naked and often arrested Sally Rand teased her audience—and the police—from behind ostrich feather fans and bubbles, and mid-century, the witty Gypsy Rose Lee showed us that “anything worth doing is worth doing slowly.” Read more »