I [M] fucked my first Japanese [F] in college

This will be the first in a series with this girl from college—she was an INCREDIBLE fuck and ended up being a repeat performer in my life that remains extremely memorable. I hope you enjoy.

My senior year (about 10 years ago), I was living in a house with my three best friends. We were right in the middle of campus and loved to host parties, so our house was usually pretty full with people coming and going. We’re all relatively good looking guys, and even though we didn’t talk about it explicitly, we were all pretty excited to finally be at the top of the sexual food chain at our small liberal arts school.

Early that year, we threw an absolute rager. There were tons of people in the house and backyard, drinking, dancing, and getting sloppy. None of us are/were predatory at all, and we had/have plenty of good female friends that we loved and respected completely, so it’s not like we were prowling around the party for some incapacitated girl to drag upstairs.

Was supposed to hate fuck my Japanese girlfriend. Ended a little differently [MF] pt.1

My girlfriend and I were having abit of a rough week. I had done something that had offended her boundaries which I considered minute at the time, but upon further inspection it caused my girlfriend a considerable amount of pain leading to an equally great deal of fury. This was quite excruciating for a couple of days but was resolved unexpectedly.

My girlfriend, Sora, is a Japanese woman in her early 30s. She sports a petite physique with a brilliantly round, perfectly smackable ass and a small set of tits capped off with delicious 10 yen coin sized nipples that she loves to have sucked and licked. She has a gorgeous face and charming smile that are only accentuated by the lovely diamond shaped eyes common to women of this region. Also, she is very much a rocker/metal head so her shorter pixie cut combined with her darker fashion sense (chains, spikes, ear lobe and tongue piercings, the colour black, occasional fishnet stockings, you get the picture) is quite unique and extremely sexy. And she fucking knows it. Basically my dream girl since I was 14 and started listening to heavy metal.

Disabled guy here (33m). My friend-with-benefits (23f) invited 2 of her college friends (25f & 19f) to join in her in having their nipples worshipped by me! I came hands-free!! [Group]

**I (33m) am a disabled straight guy with Cerebral Palsy and an insanely high sex drive! I’m an exhibitionist who loves to show that disabled people are sexual too. Hope you enjoy reading all my spicy stories!**

*******

Nipple worship is by far my favorite sexual activity. I could do it for hours! My friend-with-benefits (23f) even called me a “specialist”! In fact she was so impressed by my attentiveness to her nipples that she surprised me by inviting 2 of her college friends (25f & 19f) to join her. I love surprises like that!

It was one of the best hours of my life – sucking, kissing, pinching, slapping and rubbing their nipples while they moaned!

I tried to pleasure all 3 at the same time whenever possible, or keep moving between them so they all received the same amount of attention. I didn’t want anything in return.

I was so turned on, I came hands-free – which was slightly embarrassing as I was still wearing clothes!! And they orgasmed multiple times.

The absolute best part was eating whipped cream off their nipples – delicious!

Yuna’s Wet Summer (Part 1) [Watersports, Creampie, Oral]

I was flipping through my yearbook and reminiscing while waves of regret and nostalgia went over me.

“Glad that’s over.” I thought as I flipped the page to the one with him on it.

Regret replaced by my heart thumping and face getting hot.

“Dammit, I almost forgot.” I yelled before cramming my bag with stuff for the trip

Rushing downstairs

I couldn’t contain my joy and sprinted out the door and down the street, meeting with Anthony and getting into his car. And off we went, me falling asleep in the car at some point

Waking up to see Anthony staring at me and getting an instant surge of butterflies, I jolted up and looked at him.

“How long were you-” he cut me off mid sentence

“We’re here Yuna.” He said, slightly blushing from being caught staring

“I umm… Where’s the bathroom” I replied

Anthony then motioned towards the area and gave me the directions and I got up and went straight for it.

“Why was he watching me sleep?” I wondered to myself before noticing a pair of feet near the door.

Sleeping With The Enemy (Part VII)

I sat at the head of the long rectangular table which stretched across the lengths of the center of the dimly lit conference room. A single light hung overhead dutifully illuminating and shining its light upon the surface of the conference table.

My fingers drummed along the surface of the wooden desk.

“I’ve asked you all here because I plan to make my intentions known and ask for your blessings.” I began. My face was stern and my voice full of seriousness and purpose.

Several figures leaned forth, emerging from the shadows intently listening to every word of what I had to say.

This ‘Board Meeting’ was a meeting of the heads of our respective organizations. The organizations which dominated the criminal underworld. We called ourselves, the Chairmen of the Board of the Corporation.

To my immediate left was Curtis Draco, head of Draco Enterprises also known as the Draco Family. Draco and I had long history. During one of my first bids in incarceration decades ago, Draco and his crew looked out for me, helping me to grow new networks and expand my business. I knew I could count on him to stand loyally with any decisions that I made because he knew that I had thoroughly thought out any move before deciding to take decisive action.

The Intersection between shame and pleasure.[incest][daddy daughter] [MF] [shame]

The following is a 100% true story.

I let my husband post another one of my real life stories a few weeks ago and got a good response so I decided to put one on my account.

All feedback is appreciated.

If you want more there is plenty where this came from.

I was startled awake during the middle of the night with a beeping sound I had never heard before. It’s some type of alarm. I instinctively reach over to wake my husband but he isn’t there,he is gone for 5 days of training and I’m home alone with the kids. I stumbled out of bed heading for the direction of the sound. It’s a pump alarm going off in the basement. I call my husband to ask him what to do but apparently he doesn’t have phone signal where he is at so I call my dad.

He was there in less than 15 minutes and had the problem fixed for the night but it would have to be repaired tomorrow morning after the hardware store opens.

The Professional Woman: Part Three [MF] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs]

Things hadn’t gone to plan. I expected there would be some delays, maybe a hiccup here and there, but I was wrong, dead wrong. Nothing had gone right from the start. The building needed more work than we expected. The first day that we tried to turn on a tap, three pipes burst through the walls resulting in flooding on both floors.

It took another three weeks to get some of the girls back on our roster. Then the electricity went out, the wiring in the walls needed to be redone. From there, things kept getting worse, the heating, the flooring. Now nearly four months after I signed my name to the building it looked worse than the day I bought it.

“Morning,” I said as I entered our makeshift office. I stepped over power cords that led all over the second floor from a gas generator.

“Uh-huh,” Ginger said as she sat on a stack of milk crates one of the contractors had found around the neighborhood.

“Still no luck on the license?” I said as I sat on the only working chair.

How I [F] Got Back in the Saddle After Pregnancy

Childbearing hips. That’s what people said to me all the time when I was pregnant. That I shouldn’t have a problem because I had childbearing hips. It’s strange that people felt free to openly discuss my figure now I was pregnant. Saying childbearing hips is basically just saying look at her body with those wide hips. They weren’t wrong. I have wide hips. Mark would be a sweetie and say I have an hourglass figure. I’m probably more pear. Either way I have some hips. And people said it was going to be easy for me because of them. Giving birth was not easy.

I’m not going into details. This is a place for smut! For sexy stories! This was not sexy. But the more we write these stories the more I want to be honest about relationships. And coming out of pregnancy was not fun or sexy. My body was a mess. We had a baby that could survive on very little sleep. Life was hard. The idea that our old sex life was just going to come back was a wild dream. And men, you might not know this so be prepared. But it’s actually recommended to have no normal sex for at least 6 weeks.

Val in the VIP room [OC][bdsm][NonCon][prostitution][MMf]

Both men were eager to go into the back with Val. The night had been slow until they’d arrived. She’d been worried it wouldn’t be worth her time and would end up working another double. When these guys showed up she knew they’d be good for money. From the moment they came in the door they had eyes only for her. They made it rain when she danced on stage. Each had got their own lap dance and now she was about to get double the usual money for a VIP room. She’d never managed to get two guys to go at the same time. Couples had gone a few times but usually they were either plastered drunk or one of them was noticeably more into it than the other. When she would ask pairs or groups of friends into the back they would get sheepish or balk at the cost. 

Not these two though. They looked college age which would make them slightly younger than her. She didn’t ask how they got their money. People who came to the strip club only wanted to talk about their work if they could brag about it. If that were the case they’d bring it up.

Groped,Betrayed, Blackmail, [NC], [Blackmail], PART 14

Earl let Vicki steer the boat back to the landing. It had been years since she had been sailing, but she picked up on it quickly. She felt proud of herself. She had never handled a craft this size before . At scout camp, all they had were small “sunfish” sail boats, strictly beginner crafts. After tying up, they showered at the outside shower on the dock, drying each other off with the provided towels. In spite of the situation, she found it an exhilarating feeling, being outside nude, with other people around and no one really noticing, except for the occasional admiring male. When she considered her body, she wondered why, but she had decided the guys were not, in fact, looking her over in disgust. As they rode back toward the resort, they passed a group of people playing horseshoes. Earl brought the cart to a screeching stop. “What a perfect sport to play naked,” he excitedly said. He took her by the hand and led her over to the pit. After explaining the rules, he handed her the set of horse shoes and had her take a turn. She didn’t come close to a ringer. Close may count in horseshoes, but she wasn’t even in the ballpark. She quickly suggested Earl stay and find some better players to join. She wanted some time to herself. To her surprise, he agreed, telling her to take the cart. She declined having never driven one before and besides it wasn’t much further to their room .
She walked alone down the path, naked as the day she was born. She was surprised to discover she wasn’t afraid, or self conscious about her nudity. She knew this whole thing was wrong, and she had been forced into it. She rationalized the way she felt by telling herself that. How many more days was it before she could return to her life, to her husband. How many more, or how few ?