I’d always felt some kind of draw to my stepdad. I’m 22. My parents split when I was 15 and my mother’s new boyfriend came onto the scene when I was 16. He’s tall, dark and some-what handsome. Not the typical Hollywood movie star handsome, but the old, rugged and bald type of handsome. He slowly moved into my family home when I had just turned sixteen. I kicked up a fuss at first, purely on the basis that he wasn’t my dad, but soon started to accept it. He stayed most nights, changing into his baggy boxer shorts as it got closer to dark. We made eye contact almost every minute. I’d be sat on the sofa in short shorts with a tight vest top, my hard nipples poking outwards looking at him. Often, I caught him staring. Seeing his glance down towards my chest would provoke a twitch in my cunt every single time.
Tag: Reluctant
I [M] am finally gonna fuck the one that got away [F]! After a year in Lockdown she messaged me out of the blue!
First time poster long time Lurker!
Never written anything like this before.
Please if you have time give me some feedback.
And if you want to see the bwc I’m talking about it’s in my profile.
Everybody in this story is a 20 something and in university.
My goal telling this story is to write it as close to as it happens as possible! That is of course in terms of the events that are about to unfold with as much of the back story as feels right too.
So I’m gonna start with the back story.
It’s 9:30am
On the day of the planned encounter and I’m waiting for Julia to send me her address.
So this is the back story so far.
At the time I was a polyamorous guy and a bartender.
All my friends are aware of what’s up and get it for the most part.
I’m in university and work at one of the uni bars. It’s a great gig for a poly guy like me. Sometimes I meet new people. Sometimes a regular is just drunk enough to ask me when my shift is over.
It can go a lot of ways.
Amber’s Smirk [MF]
I read a story on here earlier and it got me thinking about this time I hooked up with Amber.
My [M] buddy Charlie and I used to take our trucks down to an abandoned field of sorts, crack a couple beers and just kind of idle through the ruts and trails. It was a popular enough place and while it certainly was supposed to be off limits, cops usually left us alone back there.
This particular night when I pulled up, I noticed a cute brunette in Chucks passenger seat and as I walked over we made eye contact and she gave me a little smirk and then looked back down at her phone. Clearly bored and disinterested in her surroundings. Charlie suggested I hop in with him in his blazer and motioned for Amber [F] to get in the backseat. She balked and looked me up and down but ultimately crawled between the front seats and gave an audible huff as she sat down.
She brought [M]e to the nudist beach, and I wasn’t ready for it (neither for what was to come). [ part I ]
*“Oh come on, I need it! And besides, can’t you see the beauty in all of this?” she asked, gesturing to the general surroundings. The sea was gently murmuring, and the sun was tickling my uncovered skin with its heat.*
*“Hell no, it’s just…”, I briefly paused, making a desperate attempt to gather my thoughts, but my cheeks blushed even more. “I don’t know, what am I supposed to do?” I concluded, somewhat frustrated.*
*If she was initially half-joking and had a laugh here and there, now she had her smirk, the one that came around every time she thought of some ideas that were usually up to no good.*
*“Oh, you have to do nothing. It’s outside of your control, whether you like or not.”.*
*And as she was saying that, she started removing her white t-shirt, well aware it was the only thing covering her nude breasts.*
(TLDR; fun stuff begins in chapter II.
Don’t mind my writing too much, i am not a native english speaker. anyway, enjoy!)
# Chapter I: The preamble
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Me [M] and my unexpected milf [F] friend
This story is damn long. I find that I got super detailed because I think it is hot and ultimately adds to the story. This story takes place over the course of a few months. I’m a very horny dude in my 20s… but was also a virgin at the time of this story
Noticing my hair is getting a bit long, I mentioned the thought of having my haircut by my younger sister’s friend, Lexi. We arranged to go over there early in the morning one day because Lexi had stuff going on and my younger sister wanted to have all this other fancy stuff done to her hair and eyebrows and stuff. My haircut was first and was done in about 30 minutes. My younger sister’s haircut was taking a while when Lexis mom came in. She started cleaning up a little bit and chatting with us. We were in the kitchen for the haircuts and after she was done we were all just talking there. Likely I would have left but me and my sister came in the same car and it was too far of a walk.
The Deal [Mf, Reluctant, Cuckold, Edging]
The businessman arrived in time at the appointed location, an alley in the outskirts of town, dripping with nervous sweat, tightly gripping a suitcase. He had been warned by the police to not give in to the criminals’ demands, and he would’ve agreed with that… if it were anyone other than his wife. The sum in the suitcase was large enough to send his business under and make their future together completely uncertain… but at least they would *have* a future. The possibility that something might happen to her, that he might lose her… no amount of money in the world was too much if it meant preventing that.
After several agonizing minutes, in which his mind raced with the worst possible scenarios, three armed men emerged from around the corner.
“I’m alone”, he said. “I’m doing everything just like you…”
“Shut the fuck up,” one of the criminals shouted, waving a gun at his face. “You don’t get to talk.”
Another of the men walked up to the businessman, produced a cloth sack, and covered his head with it. “Remove it and both you and her die”, he said. He then pulled the suitcase from the victim’s hands; the businessman resisted at first, as he was holding the key to his beloved wife’s survival, but realized holding on to it would only hurt their chances, and let go.
Three Years a Sex Slave Pt 9 [FF] [MM]
Emma was spending her nights between beds. Mom realized that she wasn’t on the pill, there had been no birth control for her, not like me. She got a packet of morning after pills and made sure Emma was aware what she was doing had a risk associated with it. Emma was on birth control as soon as mom could get it, well, she was sixteen and young girls will do what they do. We spent a lot of time in bed and out of it, talking, planning and lots of other things. I suggested we double date, her and Brandon and me and Greg, this guy I knew. Greg is really handsome, tall, athletic, loves his kayaking, white water kayaking. I knew he was preparing a trip to BC in the coming weeks with friends so wanted to get in before he went. Greg was in it, as soon as I told him what I wanted him to do. Greg is a lovely guy, but he is gay.
How my [M] store-check with my Ukrainian contact [F] ended up in a pussy check
After my night with Evgenia I got back to my hotel and slept for an hour or so. As I hadn’t showered yet I could still smell her presence on my body. I then jumped into the shower and waited for the driver of the company to pick me up. The driver did not arrive alone as Slava ensured that his assistant Dasha (or Daria, whatever I preferred) was there to support me in English. Dasha was about 25-28 years old.
We drove to a pharmacy nearby and checked out where our products were. This shop looked pre-arranged, meaning that someone had been there earlier to make things look nice. Our products were on full display. Unbeknown to my host I visited that exact store during the hours I had to kill the day before and did not see any of our products on display. This trick is the oldest trick in the book designed to make me think that everything is ok with our distributor, it’s just the products that do not sell…..
Need wild , high adrenaline destroying fuck
Hey , so I am kinda new to the app not to the kinks , head is full with nasty stuff , usually boys are the one reluctant to try nasty stuff in my mind, okay enough with my ramblings , what I want is a wild destroy me relationship which will keep me on my toes , there is a high in it , makes me check my phone every fucking minute. You guessed it right I am an adrenaline sex junkie . Please don’t message with a hi or hey stuff . And please show some fucking personality , if I want just a dick I would just use my dildo , I want someone with personality who will dominate the shit out of me, who will addict me to him , who can keep me high.
Well you know my personality
And now to interview like question part which you guys mostly do.with agl
I am an Indian Girl , 20 years curvy body don’t expect a dried up skeleton and don’t expect a over skinned cushion /tyres or whatever , fair complexion for those who still like their girls white, and I better get to the parts you interested in , my boobs size 32D( I think so ) and never used my back door for fucking ( give me a break I m still 20 , got a long way to use up this ass ) .
Broken Pt. 3
I considered going to the police, but what could I tell them? Even if they initially believed me, Carman had the video with my wife and Raul fucking like animals, proof that she wasn’t an unwilling participant. Once the effects of the tea wore off she probably wouldn’t remember a thing, innocently telling them she was there of her own free will to get an operation. I’d come off looking like a complete fool, if I didn’t get arrested myself! I even thought about getting a gun and acting like Clint Eastwood, but I didn’t own a gun and didn’t know where to get one. Even if I could obtain a firearm I wouldn’t know how to use it with any proficiency.
I was pretty sure Raul and Durian could use a firearm though, and probably had several of them stashed around their house. Raul had suggested they’d both been ex-military at one time, proficient with martial arts, so probably guns too. I felt crushed, helpless. I’m as macho as most men, and just as ineffective when it comes to violence for most of us would-be tough guys. Stuck in my mind was the ease with which Raul had overcome me and humiliated me by making me almost suck his cock. It still made me sick to think about that. So I waited — no appetite, less sleep and worried to death about Susan. I determined that I’d go back after the two weeks, and hopefully find a way to bring her home. I didn’t know what else to do.