From Shy Roommate to Compulsive Cum Slut [MFF]

This happened to me in the summer of 2009 during the time I lived in Miami while going to grad school.

I met her (I will call her Kenzie) the first day of Spring class. She stood out to me the moment I saw her: very tall, long dark hair, perfectly straight down to her mid section. Her skin was milky white and she was very thin, with her eyes that were a piercing green through nerdy glasses. She had a bookworm kind of appearance. She had a cute upturned nose with freckles. She sat quietly like a without saying a word to anyone.

About a week in, we were assigned a group research assignment and Kenzie was in my group. We hit it off and she and within a couple of weeks we became friends. One day her lease was up for renewal, and I had an extra room across from mine in my apartment. I asked if she wanted to be my roommate and she agreed.

I [M] entered the world of debauchery and fucked some escorts [F] [MF]

This happened in my mid-30s during the tail end of a second failing marriage. The spark was gone and I was at my lowest. Felt like I was stuck and just accepted that this is how it will be the rest of my life. I sought different ways to address it: drinking a lot (became a Scotch and Bourbon snob), going out late with the guys all the time, and watching porn a lot. None of that filled the void.

One day, I came across an online ad for escorts. Clicked on it and fell into the world of escorts. I learned as much as I could about it: what to expect, how to be safe, how much, learned all the lingo and shit, etc. Found an independent local provider online and contacted her. Went through the screening process. All clear. Made appt for next day in the afternoon at a local hotel.

Arrived at the hotel and knocked on the door. Door opens and I walk in. She’s hiding behind the door wearing just a bra and panties. She’s a cute young black girl with a nice, athletic body and round ass. This appointment nothing special: I shower, set the $250 with envelope on the sink, we chat a bit, no kissing, covered blow job (ugh), straight missionary covered sex, then outta there in under an hour. While I got my release, I wasn’t satisfied.

Twelve Maxbridge Street – Part 1 – The Beginning [M/MF+] [HUMIL]

I’ve published a FREE short story called Twelve Maxbridge Street, by M. H. Keplar, but try though I might I haven’t been able to get any feedback at all. I’d love some! I’ll publish this a chapter a day. Lemme know, positive or negative, doesn’t matter!

Thanks,

AG

THE BEGINNING

He looked around his spacious, spare, perfect office. One of the perfect things was the large picture window overlooking the park across the street, just now leafing out for spring. Another perfect thing was the executive bathroom… not really a bathroom, but roomy enough for a closet and shower. Life was good. He relished his job. He had enough money to comfortably pay for a new, strange experience. And it was five o’clock, time to get ready for that experience. He stood up from his desk and went into the bathroom. A shower was required just as it was if one were going for a thorough physical. Only this time, presumably, there would be many strangers examining him.

Surprised by [M]y new flatmates sister [F]

About a month ago I got a new flatmate to live in the second bedroom in my apartment, I had been living by myself for a few months (I really like my own space) but decided to ease the pressure with mortgage, bills etc that I would get someone to fill the room. I advertised the room and pretty quickly had applicants. I quickly settled on Stef (*name changed), she was around my age at 27, had a good job at a law firm and seemed really quiet and nice when we met. Stef is one of those pleasantly attractive people that just always seems to look nice, she has a natural smile and always dresses very neat. She is softly spoken and wouldnt hurt a fly!

Two weeks after Stef had moved in, her younger sister was in town and of course come over to visit. Sasha is 21, and while sharing some of the same traits as Stef, she is also completely different. She has the same natural smile and softly spoken as Stef but thats where it ends. While Stef dresses relatively conservatively (albeit extremely nice), Sasha dresses to impress. The first day I met her she was wearing tight highwaisted black jeans, and a see through black top with a small bra underneath, completely showing off her body.

Submitting to her everywhim

NSFW

Fantasy with another Redditor ~ Not True Story ~ Just pure desires

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She’d been teasing me for weeks now. Every morning, every night. It’s all that’s been on my mind since we started talking. I’ve been waiting for this meet up for so long, I can feel the anxiety building in every nerve in my body. She’ll be here soon, I’m waiting just as she instructed.

I’m in my room, on my knees. Back straight, head down facing my bed, back to the door. Wearing my pink crop top cut at the belly button. It’s about two sizes to small so I couldn’t wear a bra with it. My 32C breasts are struggling to stay in my shirt, I can feel them trying to burst out. My red mini skirt , to match my choker, was not long enough to even cover my ass, my butt plug was showing, the red jewel shimmering in black light. Barefoot, unknown to as why.. it was a bit chilly in my room and wearing so little had given me the shivers for a little while now. I’ve been waiting patiently as she asked. I was instructed not to touch myself until she arrived, which has been horrendously difficult as all I could think about while I waited was all the ways she might take me.

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“Ya, I just don’t know what or how to approach him about this” Clarissa was on her Vibraphone with Angie when a sharp knock came to her door.  Opening the door to find the (Fe)mail worker standing there.  “Hello Janice, what have got (their hands brushed), gotta go Ang..” as the Vibraphone dropped to the floor.  “Yes is there something you want Clarissa” Janice quizzed.  Without giving a reason Clarissa pulled her in.  “Your hot, Mmm Mmmm..” Clarissa was either giving free advice or working on her medical degree.  “No, I might be a little red butt (Janice blushed not knowing how to say Clarissa was the kitty meow)..” thankfully Clarissa interrupted.  “I have a favor (Clarissa hand brushed her hair from Janice’s face) to ask and (Clarissa pushed the (fe)mail bag from her shoulder) I ask that you keep (the feeling of a feminine hand caressing Janice’s breast) a open mind (playing, pulling, tasseling her nipple) cuz I have a very big (the distance disappeared between them) favor to ask” what is it that Clarissa is doing, pulling a straight woman into her web of kisses.  Leaning her he’d back, preparing for the kiss of departure from her norm.  Looking down on those cheery red lips, Clarissa almost forgot why their tits mashed together if for nothing else butt to fuck.  The magnetism was there attracting to females who had nothing else to loose.  The long sigh from Janice as Clarissa’s mouth pressed in, “I want you to deliver this to Cy butt onlywhenI’mthere” running the words together at the end with only a heart beat away from their tongues touching.  Massaging, wrestling until they found them selves up against the bed, clothes scattered from the front door to where they were standing.  “Yes, I’ll do it” mumbling through the kisses till Janice found herself being tossed to the padded surface.  With the bounce that propelled her legs up butt without Clarissa’s help she would have never landed on her back with the blonde bombshell between her legs.  “Please gOoo..” gasping for air cuz no man has ever got a pre-orgasm moan so quick from her.  Pulling her legs back so she, Janice the (Fe)mail employee could watch.  Tagging the arch with her tongue, dragging it down the left side brought infant orgasms to Janice’s lips.  Following the lips around Janice’s cunt was the easy part, curtailing every orgasm that pulsed through Janice’s vein’s was the hardest thing.  “Ooo.. Ooo.. yes Ooo fuckkk Mmmm” Janice screamed still unable to control her own orgasms.  “I’ll dOoo Ooo OooOoooOoooo” ripped through her.  Janice’s hole world was in orgasmic turmoil.  Spiraling around her clit, Clarissa was determined to get the answer out of her one orgasm at a time if necessary.  The pressure from the gentle sucking increased  as Clarissa’s tongue darted into Janice’s pink well.  The pressure from pushing to pulling had changed into a constant pull, as Janice now had both hands in Clarissa’s blonde main.  Toying with Janice’s pussy, running her tongue from the clit to asshole, side to side then deep inside as Janice’s pussy walls clamped on to Clarissa’s tongue.  Wanting it, need it, pulling it till it slipped back out.  “NOoo give Mmm yOoour tOoo..” only being choked off by the air humping that followed.  Hands gripping the cumforter as a silent orgasm raged over Janice.  The nodding head could be caused by the orgasm or the question that has not yet been answered, “Mother fuckkk.. yes, yes, Ohh fuckkk yesss!”  Giving her cunt a break, trailing a line of kisses from ground zero down her right leg.  Janice just laid there shuttering as one more orgasm rocked her body.  Pressing Clarissa’s triple S’s to Janice’s double D’s, the teasing kisses continued.  “Will you do him for me.. once I’m there of course just hiding so he does not know” Clarissa made every word clear and pronounced.  “Yes, I’ll do you.. favor.. Ooo fuckkk Mmmmmmmmm” Janice had that last orgasmic blast waiting for the perfect timing as Clarissa sucked the cum off of two fingers.
“Two sextons charge, tomorrow for delivery if (shuttering from every orgasm that she just felt) that okay?”  Janice wrote out a receipt, “See you tomorrow” waving as she left.

Poetry & Blood Part 15 [FF] [BDSM] [Mind Control] [Vampire]

**Chapter 15: The Body**

**Miss Lancaster**

“Thank you, we’ll let you know next week.”

Miss Lancaster sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose between her eyes as the nervous middle-aged woman slipped out of her office. That was the fourteenth interview today. None of them were good enough. None of them had the strength to replace Angelica.

They thought they had solved the Angelica problem with Carol, but she nearly had a psychotic episode during her first Muse Session. Then they tried Stephanie, but she quickly started asking too many questions. They were looking for their third replacement to Angelica, which they needed before they could fill the other vacancies in the staff.

And it all fell on Miss Lancaster.

She alone had to manage Camille’s mental state. She had to keep Emma a secret. She had to manage the business and legal side of Camille’s work. She was acting as agent, babysitter, employer, and confidant. On top of that, Camille was unravelling. She had become increasingly paranoid that other people knew about Emma. She said she had writer’s block. The editors said that Camille’s work rambled or sometimes lacked coherence. She spent long hours in her room, rereading old poems she had written to Laura Karnstein.

The Offer, part 1

) Here’s another older one, one of my very first written in fact. Of course, everyone is over 18 here and all that yatta-yatta. This is a series that I really liked…hope y’all do as well!)

CHAP.1

Daniel Goddard sat at his table. On yet another service call to some far-flung place, this time he found himself in a charming, though really small mid-western town. So small it was, he had actually used a vacation rental app to rent a little bungalow for the week he would be here, as it beat the other place to stay; a local bedbug hotel (or so the reviews claimed). Pushing the ‘Double-Nickel’ in years, Dan had worked his 6ft/183cm frame hard, & managed to stay in excellent shape, and were it not for his fast-graying hair, he could pass for a man 20 years (Ok…10) his junior.

It had been a long day, and it may have appeared as though he was looking at this menu, but Dan was in fact eavesdropping on the two waitresses at the station just behind him, talking shop. One was discussing her car repair and if she should just repair it @ more than $1k or get another car altogether. Odd thing was, this particular waitress was, he was quite sure, the young lady who had also waited on him at the hardware store earlier the same day. Town was too small for it to be anyone else, and that got his mind spinning.

Accidentally fucking my ex’s best friend in the bum. [MF]

Flagged as ‘first time’ because it’s my first time writing up a sex story here *and* my first time doing anal. (Why is there a flair labeled ‘Sexual’? Read the room.)

I’d just got out of a six-month relationship with a high-maintenance girl in America. Her friend Liz went to drama school in London, which meant she was the kind of camera-hot attractive that gets you into drama school.

I was out with a bunch of mates and Liz was there. We hadn’t really spent time together before, but I was always eager to try sleeping with someone I felt chemistry with, because sex is fun and a great way to get to know somebody. So we ended up having an intense heart-to-heart about her desire to move to LA and her conflicts about where she might end up next. I took her hand, palm up, and sat next to her, pointing out different lines and showing them to her in the dim pub light.

“See that long one?” I said.

“Yeah,” she whispered. Our heads were touching; I could feel her body pressing closer to mine as she waited to learn the secrets of her future.

The [M]arried barber with a fat cock who hadn’t cum in over two weeks drenched [M]e in cum.

This happened a few years ago, but still makes me so horny to think about. The pandemic has me horny as fuck so I’m thinking of sharing some stories here to relive some of my past excursions… let me know what you think and if I should share more?

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I live in a big U.S. city and a few years ago when this happened I lived in an even bigger one.

I’m a good looking, young professional now in my late 20s. I’ve always been career-driven and am openly gay, but definitely have a naughty side that no one knows about. I love worshipping hung, horny straight/married cock on the DL. It’s always been so hot to me and probably started because I started to do it early in my cocksucking career…

Anyways, on this particular day, I was at my office in lower Manhattan near Wall Street. I had been on Grindr and had actually posted an ad to Craigslist (RIP) looking for a fat cock to suck before I headed back home. I was just in one of those moods and this executive at my company who I used to suck all the time (a story for another time…) was traveling. Normally I’d already have been on my knees in a nearby hotel lobby bathroom draining his deprived daddy dick without much effort.