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After masturbating the first time so successfully I decided to invest in some more toys for myself.
I originally had my rabbit, mini-vibe, a small dildo, and ON Arousal Oil for her. I now have a U-Shaped dildo, and a mini-wand as well.
Now for the good stuff.
Like all good tales, this one is enriched by a little backstory (Jump down a few paragraphs if you're trying to get to the interesting bits). This is the first time I've written something like this, so bear with me.
I've been told that I have a 'type,' and Jess falls perfectly within it. Slim, average height, shoulder-length brunette hair, and a face that made you think she had just enough Eastern blood in her to check one of those special boxes on her college apps. Did I mention slim? I'm a sucker for slender legs. Looks aside, she was bright as well. We were both members of a science-y club at our university, and I had the pleasure of seeing (spectating) her once a week for an entire semester of my second year. We chatted from time to time, and occasionally met for homework seshes for a class we shared, but I really didn't expect anything to come of my interest in her. Somewhere around week 3 or 4 of the semester, the fateful 'boyfriend' word had slipped into one of her sentences and I immediately resolved to settle for 'just friends.' Did I still want like hell to sleep with her? Yesss. Was I homewrecker? Not quite yet. The phrase "speed bump not a stop sign" danced in my head for a bit, but I pushed it away and carried on the rest of the semester pursuing other interests.
"So when do you want to do it", he asked. They were laying in bed on a Saturday morning, they had been home from the cruise for a week and had settled back in to their routine and hadn't really discussed the matter.
"Do what", she asked.
"Our taxes" he said sarcastically. "Have Brian and Chris over, duh."
"Oh, are we still doing that", she joked with an evil grin.
"Fuck it, let's call it off".
"No need to get huffy, babe I'm just messing with you".
"Same here, sweetie"
"Well this weekend is out because my mother is coming over", she said.
"Hell that old slut would probably want to join in, talk about killing my boner".
"That's just mean", she said slapping him on the back.
"You know I love your mother, babe".
"Yeah well I'm going to tell her what you said", she said sticking her tongue out at him.
He laughed and said, "Yeah, you're going to tell her that you are planning on screwing two guys while I watch, and that I said she would want to join in. You just do that babe."
Wiping the cum out of my eyes, I started trying to stand up. Brian had his back turned towards me, and was speaking quietly enough on his phone that I couldn't hear what he was saying. The camera was still rolling, and I was so close to it that I knew I'd be able to smash it, to get rid of that footage.
Drenched in semen, I started tiptoeing towards the camera, grabbing my clothes as I went. The camera was within reach, and I took it silently. Brian still hadn't turned around – I couldn't believe it! I snuck out of the door, peeked to make sure no one was about to walk in on my naked body, and – heart pounding – ran towards a stairwell, slipped my clothes on, and disappeared down the street, still wiping cum from my hair. I had escaped! And I had taken that awful footage with me! What I didn't know is that Brian had let it happen…
"Yeah," Brian said into the phone, wiping cum off of his dick. "I let her go. No, of course I let her take the camera. She thinks she's free. Well, don't worry. We'll get her, and we'll capture the really good stuff. Yeah, I talk to you later."
The whole day has been a drag. You would think Hell would be non-stop Funtime depravity but today…it just feels off.
You woke up, had your male servants wash your seductive figure. Enticing them with each curve of your body. Observing the dozens of erections that surrounded you while you were objectified. Making them carefully caress your full breasts with soap and cloth. Washing your luxurious red hair with scented lavender. Ensuring sensitive and delicate caresses of your full ample bottom. Teasing them with the occasional breathy sigh. Opening your legs almost enough to see their only glimpse of heaven here in Hell. Letting your amazing legs and thighs brush trembling cocks ever so slightly while your flawless alabaster skin is cloth dried and moisturized. Your tongue even "accidentally" lashed one especially healthy length of manhood to taste his uncontrolled flow of precum. He was promptly punished by being sent away to watch from a distance.
While being dressed in your blue satin top and bottom your hands "accidentally" brush up against men in their most sensitive areas. Forcing deep groans of lust and shudders along their turgid manhood. You even made them polish your four inch horns. You sat lounged as raging hardons bounced up and down on front of your face and around your head as they delicately and lovingly worked.
The whole day has been a drag. You would think Hell would be non-stop Funtime depravity but today…it just feels off.
You woke up, had your male servants wash your seductive figure. Enticing them with each curve of your body. Observing the dozens of erections that surrounded you while you were objectified. Making them carefully caress your full breasts with soap and cloth. Washing your luxurious red hair with scented lavender. Ensuring sensitive and delicate caresses of your full ample bottom. Teasing them with the occasional breathy sigh. Opening your legs almost enough to see their only glimpse of heaven here in Hell. Letting your amazing legs and thighs brush trembling cocks ever so slightly while your flawless alabaster skin is cloth dried and moisturized. Your tongue even “accidentally” lashed one especially healthy length of manhood to taste his uncontrolled flow of precum. He was promptly punished by being sent away to watch from a distance.
While being dressed in your blue satin top and bottom your hands “accidentally” brush up against men in their most sensitive areas. Forcing deep groans of lust and shudders along their turgid manhood. You even made them polish your four inch horns. You sat lounged as raging hardons bounced up and down on front of your face and around your head as they delicately and lovingly worked.
Hi everyone. Long time lurker, first time poster. I have been reading the stories here for close to a year, and it really aids with my self-pleasure, if you catch my drift. Please forgive formatting errors, and be gentle with me! It's my first time. (:
So a little background about me: I'm 26 and blonde, with hazel eyes and a round face. The more important stuff: I am curvy, with wide hips and big breasts (36DD), and I am right around 5 feet tall. By day I am a Kindergarten teacher, but by night I turn into a super sexual being who finds herself insatiable. Reading hot stories, watching any and all kinds of porn, and thinking back to some of the fun times I've shared with different men.
HI! Well it's been a while huh? Two main reasons why such the gap, the first Chloe found my writings when I forgot to log in on this account in incognito mode…. so a fight ensued. I let her read all 58 pages in my word doc. which is everything i've posted here. We discussed and came to an agreement. I'm allowed to continue as long as she reads them first so i'd say a win win situation for everyone.
The second is that I'm getting major writers block. I feel like there is only so many ways you can describe your clit getting licked. I feel like i'm getting very repetitive with the scenes and that bothers me. Okay okay okay let's get to what you really came for.
I only read over it once before I posted, Chloe and I have a shower to go to so I didn't have time. I feel edit again later so please excuse whatever rn
And here we go…..
Sunday night: “You really are a lucky twat” my inner goddess reminded me as I fell asleep next to Chloe on my Birthday.
So many panties ruined in the hours following my first date with Mike, a bank teller who I had been flirting with and thinking about in the shower for months. I didn't just want him, I needed him. I needed to feel myself being filled up, not just in my pussy but in my mouth too. I wanted to show off my blow job skills I had just recently discovered.
Even though I was going to be losing my virginity, I didn't spend any time thinking about that. I didn't care. All that mattered to me was what I was going to do to Mike and how I was going to make him feel. I would do anything to make him helpless and cum for me. I wanted to watch his cock cum, see how big his load was, and taste it. This is all I could think about from the time I drove away from the pub til the next evening.
Since the moral compass of so many of you is not the same as ours, I'm setting up a new subreddit (r/gonewildfaithfulwives) so that decent men can masturbate to accounts of faithful wives fucking their husbands. Only wives legally married to their (male) husbands may post. Stories may not include three-ways, anal sex, kinky stuff or anything else that might offend proper folks like us. All stories must clearly indicate that the lights were left on during coitus and no alcohol or drugs were involved since, as we all know, in those situations there is a chance that immoral wives might fantasize about fucking someone else. Posts that violate these rules will be removed immediately. As for readers, we particularly welcome those men like ourselves who have been cheated on and who now cringe every time they are forced to read through whole stories by cheating wives. We hope this will be a first step toward porn for men that is respectable, ethical and consistent with core values.
