Sex Slave Mommy Chapter 01 – Caught My Slut Mum Cheating

It’s hard to find an apartment to rent in London. Especially if you’re a student.

I was lucky to have friends who had set me up with a place that was within my budget.

It was a small one bedroom apartment, and it had barely enough space to store everything I needed for my studies.

I’m a graphics design student, who was currently balancing a masters degree as well as side modules as a photographer and also currently working as an all-round gopher at a Design firm.

Then there’s the weekend freelance work digitally touching up photos.

Why was I doing all this?

Networking, for my career, all sorts of reasons really. The big bad world now has evolved and if I wanted to make it in my industry, I needed the foresight to know what skills I needed. That made me busy as fuck. But it will pay off… I hoped.

The downside of living in a cramped apartment was that I had very little space to store all my equipment. Luckily Mom and Dad lived a couple of hours away in Reading. I barely had time to see them lately but I try to whenever I can.

[MF] Tim’s Lust for His Sister Part 8 [Incest]

Tim pressed his ear against his bedroom wall. He wanted to see if he could hear Karen masturbate. His cock was twitching in excitement. He heard her headboard tap against the wall once and twice then nothing else. Did she masturbate quietly?

Tim stretched out on his bed and took his cock in his hand. He closed his eyes and began to fantasize about his sister. He thought of her beautiful face with those lovely pink lips. He wanted to kiss her so bad and also feel her wrap those lips around his cock.

He started to jerk his cock slowly as he imagined Karen sucking his cock. Her tongue moving up and down his shaft then towards his cockhead. Those pink lips taking him down her throat. Tim’s cock twitched in his hand as he thought about that. How wet and warm was Karen’s mouth? Was she a great cocksucker?

He then thought about her breasts. They looked so soft and he wanted to desperately put his hands on them. He had caught several glimpses of her cleavage throughout the years but never thought much about it because she was his sister. Now, his mind went back to those moments when he was able to see the lovely form of her tits.

A Most Memorable Creampie Camping Experience [FM]

Brandy and I had planned for a camping trip during
the August long weekend.

A few days before we were set to leave she texted
me, “I’m so excited to go camping with you! Have you
ever had sex in the woods? It’s fucking in tents…”

“You are such a loser” I replied, accompanied with a
big heart emoji.

“I know I am, but do you know what else I’m excited
for? I’m sooo excited that I finally get to feel you cum
inside me <3”.

She and I had been using condoms at the start of
our relationship. We had both been tested, and knew
the other was clean, so it was more out of a desire
to avoid any chance of unwanted pregnancy. Brandy
was on the pill, but her doctor had advised that
some other medical issues she had could interfere
with its effectiveness. Eventually she switched to
another form of birth control, and we relaxed with the
condom use, but I still pulled out every time I came.

TIT FOR TAT (revenge, orgy, anal, blowjob, incest, creampie)

Let me start this story by introducing myself. I’m Rob Carmichael, a 25 year old high school dropout with a criminal record. I grew up and live in a small Southern town in the middle of nowhere.

Right now it’s just me and my younger sister Samantha. Our mother met some asshole a few years back and we never saw her again. Our alcoholic father died a few years after that, so I was left to raise my baby sister Samantha.

Now that she’s 19 and has developed into a hot young woman I’ve become an overprotective brother. I’ve come home and found young punks in our trailer trying to knock my sister up and I’ve had to beat the shit out of them.

She makes my life hard when she walks around our property in her little Daisy Duke shorts and bikini tops. The other day I went outside to find her sunbathing half naked while our old perverted neighbor watched her while touching himself.

“Get back in the house and put on some clothes,” I yield.

“Hey Youngblood, let her enjoy the sun. She ain’t hurting no one,” Chirped our neighbor.

M] New [F]avorite Bartender Part 2

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ud7qah/m_new_favorite_bartender_part_1/)–At some point, we had stopped spooning. I was pretty much holding her prone on the bed, one of my hands pinned underneath the weight of our bodies, trying desperately to find her clit once more. I must have looked like a blind man reading brail. Frankly, if someone were to see us, they’d be calling the cops. It was a sketchy looking scene.

If you entered the bedroom, we would be at your 10 o’clock, flailing atop a thick duvet over a sleek wooden bedframe. You would see my shorts pulled half-way down my ass, white as can be, my cock somewhere buried in the pile. Her shirt would be lifted to ascend just below her handful of breasts, her grey sweatpants around her knees, and my hand drowning in a puddle of sweat and girl cum leaking down her slit.

My free left hand had a fistful of thick blonde hair. I took a firm grasp and pushed myself upwards as her head cocked to the side. Her now flushed cheeks smushed under the force.

“Fuckin hard.” She yelped.

Two weeks until I turn 30: Day One – “Wank you as a thank you!” (29f) [FM]

In two weeks I officially lose the right to refer to myself as a ‘twenty-something’ as entropy takes its inevitable toll and I tick over into my thirtieth rotation around the sun.

But rather than spend my final fortnight mourning the dying days of what everyone seems to insist I’ll look back on as the best of my life, I’ve decided to celebrate them. How, you ask? By spending two weeks trying to cram in as much ludicrous incident that I’ll all too soon be considered ‘too old for that kind of thing’. (Note: I don’t actually believe this any more than I believe turning thirty will somehow unlock the secrets of ‘adulthood’ – it’s mostly an excuse for some fun. …Mostly!)

I’ll endeavour to chronicle my daily escapades (and inevitable failures) as a guide for how to *not* reach your third decade with dignity!

DAY ONE: “Wank you as a thank you!”

As something of an early birthday present to myself I’d made arrangements to have our dishwasher fixed. Not exactly rock and roll, I know. But after being without it for four months I figured turning thirty was a reasonable excuse to no longer have to dirty my own dainty hands.

USS Freeuse: To boldly go where no Man has gone before [MF… scifi harem free use]

I’m on my phone, swiping crystals into sets of three, watching them disappear in full-spectrum explosions. I lean back into the cheap plastic chair, the mechanical sounds the car wash dominating the lounge. I eye my truck as it glides through the soap rinse, and then… well, it’s hard to describe. A swirl of lights and rushing sounds, not dissimilar to what I’d been seeing on my phone, except all around me, and the world tumbling end over end, and I’m falling, falling, falling…

I come to and I’m at … someplace different. It doesn’t make any sense. My phone’s gone, which is frustrating because I was on a timed level. And I’m laying on the floor, and the floor is warm, soft, spongy but metallic, like nothing I’ve before felt. The room, or space, or whatever it is, is big, a polyhedral ball several times my height, and deep magenta, with a light somehow coming from all directions at once. And my clothes have disappeared, I’m naked.

“What the fuck?” I say, even though there’s nobody there to hear. “Where’s my phone?” My speech sounds weird, muffled. There’s no echo.

Convincing my boyfriend to fuck me with his ex in the next room [FM]

*Yes, I am a petty bitch.*

I am on weirdly good terms with the bulk of my exes. I had hooked up with like 20% of my wedding party.

My secret? I don’t think of them as exes. If they’re my friends, I treat them as I would any other friend, meaning I want them to get laid and support their new relationships.

I don’t cut people off completely if feelings are still lingering, but I keep them at arms length until we can fully make the transition. Sometimes that never happens.

*So like… if my ex would get weird being around my new boyfriend, we’re not ready to be friends. That’s generally my standard.*

Anyway, I started dating a guy who was also friends with his exes, and I loved it. I took it as a sign of maturity.

On our fifth date he was like “Ok, I have to tell you, my ex girlfriend is staying on my couch. She’s friends with my roommate and he invited her until her new place is set up.”

[MF] Part 2. My wife and I visit a gloryhole for our anniversary

Part 2

We hear footsteps coming down the stairs. The excitement enhances and we start kissing like crazy teenagers. Her naked perfect body pressing against mine. Grabbing her perfect fat ass my cock is rock hard again in no time.

We hear the door open next to us and someone put the code into their machine. Porn starts playing and we can see the light shine through the hole.

My wife peaks through and he is watching us make out and stroking his cock.

My wife proceeds to give him and show, moving her body seductively like a good little slut. Eventually she starts fingering her pussy for him to see.

She inserts her fingers into the hole to tell him to stick his dick through. Almost instantly an average sized white cut cock comes through.

She strokes it, spits on it, and proceeds to take him into her mouth. Her expert mouth bounces on his cock, her throat being penetrated easily deepthroating him.

She motions to me to join her and I do. His dick soaked in her spit is slippery in my hands but I stroke him before taking him into my mouth.

[F] I (F45) had a secret affair for 8 months. It revitalized my sex life with my husband [PART VII: Denouement]

This is the ongoing saga that I started HERE (https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u33z2w/f_i_f45_had_a_secret_affair_for_8_months_it/).

So, we’re on my weekend getaway with Keith, the first time we’ve been able to spend a good amount of uninterrupted time together. The best part about having two days and nights to ourselves was having time to take things slow. As much as we had enjoyed and experimented over the months, we were always conscious of the clock. I always had to get home, the most we ever had was two, three hours. That’s more than enough if all you want to do is both get off once or twice and then each go your own way for the night, but it’s definitely not enough for the underrated art of slow sex. One of the things adults lose out on is the patience and leisure to lie around for hours just kissing, cuddling, touching, studying and exploring each other’s bodies. There isn’t much else I miss about sex in high school, but that’s a big one. With experience, you learn to jump straight to what you know feels good. It’s great in some ways, but I have also thought it’d be nice to relive some of that slow exploratory sex too. Anyway, in the days leading up to this getaway I had already told Keith about wanting to spend some lazy hours in this way. As always he was happy to help.