Shaving dad part 2 [inc][F/d]

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"Can I clean it off, dad?"

Michael didn't dare move or speak. Kate took advantage of the fact that her dad was almost in a state of shock and didn't really give him a chance to reply. She grabbed his cock again, which was starting to deflate, moved it out of the way and begun lapping and sucking eagerly her dad's sperm. She started from what had pooled in his bellybutton and worked her way down. She made sure to be pretty thorough refusing to let even a drop go to waste. The taste drove her wild, she felt addicted to it. She pushed his legs wider and shoved her face between them, smelling and tasting every nook and cranny of her dad's crotch. She sucked one of his balls in her mouth enjoying the feel of the smoothly shaved skin, and then did the same to the other. She moved even lower licking and kissing his taint. She didn't stop there, she even started sucking the cum that had dripped on the chair. She'd never showed this kind of uninhibited slutty behavior with any of the guys she'd been with.

My old jobud (M/M)

After reading some of your stories about past experiences I thought I would share my own good times. I had a friend I used to jerk off with in my late teens, early 20's. We've since lost touch, but I would love the opportunity to meet up with him again one day and start off where we left off.

HIS name was Paul and we hadn't really hung out in a while. We hadn't hung out because I was dating a girl (Rachel) and was pretty much ignoring my friends and hanging out with her all the time. That is until she told me she was going away to a new school and wanted to break up. There went my girlfriend and my source of constant sex.

So I started hanging out with my friends again. Paul and I seemed to always be the first ones out in the day and the last ones to want to go home at night. We would usually go back to my house and play video games or watch a movie, nothing really crazy had ever happened until one day we started talking about girls/sex. We were talking about the usual shit, who we thought was hot, who we wanted to fuck and he asked me "what was it like to fuck Rachel?" I told him all about her physical features, how she shaved her bush, etc. He was doing the same, telling me about girls he fucked around with.

[M/F] The wonders of hooking up through Reddit – Part 3 (of 3)

Part One is here and Part Two is here

It was a great week, though it will sadly end after this last chapter. She was only in town for another day, so we spent about 30 hours straight together enjoying it as much as possible. After I left on Wednesday night, it was torture for the both of us. She sent me this picture to show me how wet she's been and how she hasn't been able to get me off of her mind. I responded with a picture of my pants-bound erection and a similar sentiment, but her pictures are way better. In any event, we had to wait from Wednesday night until Saturday evening to see each other again. After talking about how hot it would be for me to cum in her ass or on her face, I decided not to masturbate for a few days. I even managed to convince her to do the same, though she slipped up a few times. She didn't cum, though, with which I was pleased. She sent me this picture on Friday at my request and I almost wanted to quit my night job and head her way immediately. I restrained myself, however, and waited until Saturday. From here on out, it's all sort of a blur of the best sex I've ever had (not hyperbole in the slightest), but I've tried to recount some of the finer moments for y'all.

My morning at the massuese [MF]

"Hey Marc, it's Andy. Listen man, with Gendren cancelling that order yesterday, I'm not sure we're going to need you in the office. I think Paul and Emma are capable of helping me with what I need doing, even if they are a bit tetchy with the printer. Why don't you stay at home today, have a three day weekend. Have a bit of fun with Claire while the kids are at school, haha. Alright, see you Monday bud."

A Friday morning and afternoon not at work? That was music to my ears. It isn't like I dislike my job, it's just that the commute from my house to downtown is a nightmare since the mayor tried to implement new traffic laws. A waste of taxpayer's money, in my opinion.

My first time at the Black Party in New York

“Bend over a bit more . . . Yeah that’s it. You like this? My buddy is gonna join us now. That OK?”

Therein starts the threeway, and there I stand. My jaw drops as two six-foot-tall, three-foot-wide daddies in jeans and big black boots both thrust their way into the inviting back end of their third. This all takes place in the corner of a dimly lit room, deep inside the sweaty sex-maze that is The Black Party, America’s largest fetish bash.

The bottom remains bent over after the daddies leave, while an endless queue of guys hungrily line up to fuck him. Sometimes raw, sometimes protected; always with permission.

I experienced the final Black Party at the Roseland Ballroom in 2014. The floors, hallways, rooms, corners, stages and surfaces will never be replicated, as the theatre was a majestic and haunting place. The ballroom is now a pile of rubble, and this year, the party moves to a 3,500-person-capacity warehouse in Brooklyn, where even more sinning will take place.

My [f]etishes and how I discovered them because of my BF [m] and a friend [m]

First time posting on Reddit so please forgive anything I do wrong, and for the long post. I've been searching around trying to find out a proper name for this thing I've been feeling and I think it's part Cuckolding and Exhibitionist, but I'm not really sure?

To start off I'm 20, a girl, and in college with my bf of 8 months. A few months ago my bf got drunk and made out with my best friend at a party. He immediately came to me the next day and told me he regretted it and wished it never happened. I was so angry at the both of them, but mainly him because everyone knew my best friend always had a crush on him. We barely spoke for a week, but eventually made up. During the week we didn't really talk, I caught one of my guy friends (who my bf doesn't like) peeking through my window as I was changing. He's my neighbor in the next apartment and we were going swimming in the pool that day. He waited outside as I changed into my bikini, and I honestly forgot to shut my blinds. I immediately noticed him looking inside and trying to not be obvious, but it totally was, before I even began to undress.

My [F]avorite and [F]irst Ho[m]ecoming Dance

I posted earlier with a different story about Polly and I (under a different username…don't ask)…But this story is a couple months later with two different girls. Be warned this is going to be long.

I was a junior in high school and had never attended a school dance. Not that I thought I was too cool or any of that, I just didn't really have all that much of an interest the first two years. I was always working or hanging with friends. One year I was invited by this girl I had been flirting with for a while, Jennifer.

Jennifer was rather tall, tan, light brown hair down to her middle back, South African with a slight accent and stunningly gorgeous set of blue/green eyes. She had long shapely legs that caused me to almost turn to putty when she was around and lastly her boobs. Eeeh Gods they were perfect!

Needless to say, I had a rather large crush on her. She went to our rival high school and was a swimmer there. We met when we were young through our parents and were never really all that close until we ran into each other a few weeks before homecoming season when her family came over to mine for dinner and we reconnected.

I work alone..

It's crossed my mind. I've thought about it. How could it not? The PC repair guy is near to the equivalent of the milkman these days right?

Not something I've had an opportunity to dwell on. Even though I've been in the business for a while, it's very rare to be alone with a good looking female client. It happened today though, much to my surprise.

I've had the call in for about three days. The appointment was set for this morning at 10:00. I arrived a little early. It's a local business woman's home office in a gated community. Very quiet, private. The homes are spread out, giving the neighborhood a real out in the country kind of feeling.

As I approached the front door, I was struck with how large the house is. It felt awkward knocking on the door. Kind of like knocking on the door at WalMart or something, it didn't feel natural. After a few moments, an older woman opened the door, let me know that I'd been expected and to come on in and wait. It took me a second to figure out that this was a maid, and not my customer.

[f] playing a whore for an older [m]an once again.

It's been a little while since I posted about meeting up with an older man from tinder and getting fucked like a whore in his hotel room and figured a follow-up about our christmas-party office fuck might be a worthwhile follow-up.

We'd been seeing each other casually – mostly for sex – for a few months by the time the holidays rolled around and he asked me to go with him. For him, it was a chance to show off the hot young piece of ass he'd been playing with for the past few months. He promised to give me money for a new dress and told me there'd be free champagne. I'm a sucker for free champagne.

He texted me throughout the day, making little demands. He wanted my hair down. He wanted my dress to be bright and short to show of my legs. He wanted it to be backless. He wanted me to keep my makeup light and neutral and to look hot and "young as fuck". That's hardly a problem when you've just turned 19 and are half korean.

Uncle Mark, Ch. 3: [Mf] [inc]

Mark walked with Val on his arm back to the parkade. She happily swung her bag of clothes that Mark bought for her, and pressed her hip to his. He could feel the sassy sway in her hips. Braless, her breasts bounced enticingly below her tank top, and the men stared. Val smiled, aloof to them, happy to be on her uncle's arm. Mark held her close to his side. When they had met in the food court, Mark had acted first and given her ass a lusty grope and a slap. She tried to kiss him but he pushed her away with a playful look on his face, without giving an explanation. Mark felt it was best this way, to remind Val who was calling the shots here while giving her the validation she seemed to be after. Still, it was like playing with fire.