Caleb is on the headset with the boys playing his game whilst I’m on my knees kissing his ankles, calves, thighs. Nibbling as I go. Sucking on his v-line and belly whilst my tits rub all over his rock solid cock. I trail my tongue up until I reach his nipples licking and biting each one until he gasps or groans, as my hand rubs the outside of his boxers feeling his cock grow even more against my hand. I pull him through and kiss the tip of his cock and he lets out a gasp. I look up at him “control yourself otherwise the boys will hear, if you stop playing then I stop teasing.” He nods and obeys, eyes fixed on me as I wait patiently for him to look back at the screen. The moment he looks up and concentrates I sink his cock down my throat sucking and licking as I go. Taking all of him, down hard into my throat. Caleb can’t take it anymore and turns the game off, pushing me off and throwing me on the bed. I try to resist and act grumpy because I wanted to be dominant here but he stares me down giving me those eyes. Those eyes daring me to speak up and question him, daring me to stop him from what he wants to do. Daring me to misbehave. I swollow hard and obey, he didn’t need to say a word.
Tag: Straight
Slept with my colleague and inadvertently slept with her daughter without either of them knowing… [MF]
I did some work with a local university a few years ago. Our department was pretty big. Though I was sort of freelancing at the time, I got to be tight with a few people who worked there. There were regular drinks every Thursday night and this group, plus a rotating retinue of others would go out straight after work and have a few swift ones. This is how I came to meet Carole. She was a little older than my usual type. I came to understand she was separated from her husband and tentatively trying out single life. We hit it off one night (the cliche of we were the last two of the group remaining when the others went home…) and she came back to my place where we had quite drunken and largely very forgettable sex. A quick bash in missionary and doggy, then her asking me to finish on her tits. The only highlight was a small splash of cum accidentally hitting her chin and the look of surprise/mild revulsion that followed this. Funny for me, not for her.
Road Head – (MF, Oral, True Story)
Ready for a true story? Of course you are.If you know me, I’ve never been into people who you’d call “traditionally” attractive. I don’t like my men to be these tall, strong jawed, muscular, Alpha Men.
I’ve never needed my women to be busty, long legged, supermodels. I can appreciate it, but it’s just not for me.
I prefer their personalities and how they express them. Sounds corny, I know. I’d rather them have their vibe as a person, and I’ll see if we mesh. My longest relationship was with a girl that had the aesthetic of librarian, (Plus her tits were absolutely fantastic.)
Now my favorite man… his name was Cameron.When I lived in Manhattan, I ran into him at a bar. He was a high school History and Philosophy teacher. And he looked the part. When he wasn’t dressed in suits, he was dressed in sweaters, cardigans. He looked straight out of every girl’s fantasy that has a crush on their teacher. He was tall and had a bit of muscle, but his frame was built for hugs and cuddles, not pinning me down. His jaw was sharp, but his face was gentle. His voice was deep, but as sweet as a lullaby.
[FM] Fingered on the dance floor by a stranger…while my husband was nearby
I finally made it back home after a quick work trip. My husband was hanging out at a club downtown with some of our friends and I was supposed to go meet him there.
I was texting my husband ahead of time.
“Missing you!” I sent.
“I’m missing you too. What are you wearing tonight?” he asked.
“That black and white dress you like so much.” I replied.
“Perfect. I think you should skip wearing underwear with it.” He said, with a winky face.
“Deal.” I responded. I loved when he got naughty. It was rare.
I had to go into the office first and spent my day there.
I was so busy with work I suddenly realised hours had passed and it was time to leave for the party. Throwing everything in my bag I quickly ran to the car and drove over.
Before getting out of the car I reached down and slid my panties off, putting them in my purse.
It was packed inside. After some searching, I found my husband at the bar with our friends. I apologized for being late and kissed him on the mouth. I quickly realized he was already a few drinks in.
Too be fair…I had been late.
He ordered me a drink, we toasted as a group and an hour passed quickly. We sang, danced, I get kept drinking and it was fun.
Finally, our friend Monica grabbed my hand when a heavy rap song came on.
“Let’s go dance!” She yelled.
“I don’t think we have to do that no-” I started.
My husband nudged me.
“Of course! Go for it honey, we’ll hold down the fort here”
I let Monica drag me into the huge crowd of dancing, sweaty bodies. She went all the way to the middle.
We started by dancing together for a little bit, until a handsome guy danced up to Monica and she let go of me to dance with him, giving me a wink. They disappeared into the crowd and I was about to take the opportunity to leave and go back to my husband.
Suddenly I felt hands on my hips. I turned to tell the guy I wasn’t interested but ended up looking almost straight up.
It was a very handsome, very tall black man. He grinned down at my 5’0 frame.
“I’m Marcus”. He said. I couldn’t use my words and he took that as acceptance.
Marcus wrapped his hands around in front of me. We started dancing, his hands pulling my booty into his crotch. This was the second time in just days that I was dancing with a black man on the dance floor.
I couldn’t quite process what was happening but I let it happen as I looked through the crowd, trying to see if I could see my husband…or if he could see me.
No sign of him.
I reached down, took Marcus’ hands, and helped slide them up my thighs. I was very conscious of the fact that I wasn’t wearing underwear as his fingers drifted higher and higher…until he brushed my pussy lips.
I got weak in the knees. My heart started pounding like a jackhammer.
“Jesus, you’re wet.” He murmured behind me. I leaned back towards him.
“Finger me.” I said over the loud music.
His finger inserted inside me. He pushed all the way in.
I gasped and tried to stay upright. A second finger tried to enter.
“You’re fucking tight, aren’t you?” He asked. Finally, the second finger slipped in. He started to finger fuck me.
Right there on the dance floor.
In the packed crowd no one seemed to notice. I grabbed his other hand and placed it on my chest. He took the hint and fondled my breast through the dress. The fingering sped up. I couldn’t believe it — I was about to cum. Already.
What is wrong with me?
A wave of pleasure passed through my body. At that moment the crowd parted slightly and I could see my husband across the bar, deep in conversation. And I was 100 feet away, with a stranger fingering me. It was too much. I didn’t fight it. I let the orgasm take me, legs shaking as I came.
It felt like I had to pee…and the next thing I knew, I was squirting for the first time in my life.
My thighs felt wet as Marcus pulled his fingers out.
I was almost mad at myself. Until he bent down, turned me to face him and kissed me on the mouth.
I melted.
His tongue slipped into my mouth.
I felt his hands reach up and pull my dress down, exposing my breasts. He stopped kissing me long enough to look down, then pulled my dress back up. I felt like everyone must be looking at me, but no one was in the crowd.
“I’m usually here on Wednesday and Friday nights if you want to find me again.” Marcus said. Then he melted back into the crowd.
I looked at the wet puddle on the ground for a long moment.
I quickly raced back to my husband through the crowd.
He asked if I had fun when I got back and I could only nod.
I ordered another drink.
Excerpt from Double Date: Going Gay for His Straight Crush [MMFM] [Straight to Gay] [BDSM]
Hello!
Apologies for the long hiatus. Besides the holidays and work, I was also working on a 12,000 word story that’s now released online. I want to make sure the fine folks at /r/Erotica are some of the first to read it if they so wish. As such, I’m going to include as much as I can, 10%, of the story below.
This is only the beginning of the story, and doesn’t yet include the erotic elements that come in full force later. I was hoping I’d be able to include more of the smut, but sadly I’ve confirmed that this is all I can put out.
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Now that I’ve completed this story, and it’s out, I’ll be returning to work on A Bully Caged.
Thanks, and I hope you enjoy!
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Synopsis:
Matthew never was one for making decisions, choosing to go with the flow instead of making waves. He’s single, lonely, and less than imposing. Only when he gathered enough courage to ask out his crush did his life change. The only problem? She wants it to be a double date… and she has a boyfriend… and she thinks Matthew is gay.
Fucking my long-time friend in the public woods [MF]
This is one of my favourite memories so I’ll skip straight to the good stuff.
When I was 18, the summer before going to uni, some friends and I decided to go camping for a night for a friend’s birthday. We’re all looking to make the most of summer before leaving for several months. The birthday friend, let’s call him James, was a good mate, a little shy, but genuinely nice guy. We all have a big circle of friends and around 15 of us go camping for a night of chilling, drinking, and having a laugh.
One of our friends, let’s call her Hayley, was a girl-next-door-type but had always seemed really innocent. She wasn’t – as I was about to find out.
I’d known Hayley around two years. We had in common, and we’d hung out sometimes and had a good laugh, but never spent too much time together – we didn’t share any classes, lived in different towns but went to the same school, and so on. In those two years I’d maybe seen her out four or five times.
Mixing Work And Pleasure [MF 40’s] [Cheating] [Creampie]
We met at work. I had been with the company 10 years, she was working on her second year. She was gorgeous, long blondish hair, eyes that seemed to change color based on what she wore. She has a tiny frame and a phenomenal ass. An ass that needed to be worshipped.
We didn’t get to talk much, when we did it was always flirtatious. We were both married, but you could tell there was some underlying chemistry between us. One day she asked me for a favor on some merchandise we carried. I tried to help her, I even gave her some free merchandise I had won. The banter started to pick up about a week ago. The flirts became more real, when we were in a room together the sexual chemistry was undeniable. We even moved our conversations to a texting app so that we could keep it from our spouses. We’d chat every night, sometimes until very early in the morning. Both of missing sleep and missing each other. We started to share pics, we started sharing fantasies and eventually began sexting. Both of us agreeing that if we get the opportunity the sex would be mind blowing.
[FM] I cheated on my husband at a frat party PART 2
It was the epitome of a college guys room. Xavier closed the door, cutting the loud music in half. He sat on the bed, looking at his phone.
Music started to play. He looked back at me. “Strip for me.”
“What? I asked.
He set the phone down and leaned back.
“Dance for me. Take your clothes off.”
I’m not going to go into detail, because I’m not a sexy dancer at all, but I attempted to look hot while removing my dress, bra and panties. The heels were the hardest part. How do you take heels off in a sexy way? I did not.
Finally, I stood there completely naked.
Xavier stood up, walked to a drawer and pulled out a rope and a blindfold. He walked over to me, looking my body up and down, then tied the blindfold around my eyes. Everything went dark.
He led me to the bed and laid me down. For the next few minutes I felt him tying me up, linking my wrists to my ankles, keeping my legs spread and exposed.
I (18) [M] think I impregnated my chemistry teacher (24) [F]
Bear in mind at this point in time I had masturbated before, but I had never had sex or even seen a naked woman in person before.
Firstly, I’m quite short. My chemistry teacher is taller than average, so she’s quite big compared to me. To describe her: Thin, strong looking thighs. Big and round butt, curving perfectly into her back. Perfectly curvaceous waistline. Big, beaming eyes, brown hair. Large, round and natural breasts. Big, luscious lips.
One day, she came into class a bit late, I was sitting at a lab table alone (my lab partners were absent) near the door as she came in. I noticed that her breasts were hanging lower somehow. I assumed she had normally been wearing a pull up bra, or whatever you call it, and wasn’t that day.
I must have been staring for too long, because she made eye contact with me and faintly smiled. I didn’t know what to think so I just put my head down and kept working on my laptop. Only when she walked past the lab table later did I realize why her breasts were lower: she wasn’t wearing a bra at all, I could see her nipples poking through her thin tight shirt. I couldn’t help myself and I could feel my penis begin tighten.
Freshman Sexpot M19/F18 [Theater][College][Exhibitionist]
I was excited to be working on a devised piece of theatre. For all of you non-theatre-nerds out there, devised theatre is original work created and performed by an ensemble. Most people are used to seeing plays and musicals that were written beforehand, the rights secured for fees payable to various publishing companies. That, or free plays in the public domain.
My college decided to have students work together and write a play. I was a sophomore coming into my own, more confident than ever. My ambitions were to write, act, and compose in this piece. Underneath it all was a deep insecurity that I wasn’t talented enough. But here, I just had to be more talented than my classmates.
I don’t think anyone would have pegged me for insecure, but deep down, I knew I wasn’t as good an actor, writer, or musician as I wanted to be. When I looked people in the eye, I felt their silent acknowledgment of this fact. Worst was that no one had the guts to tell me I wasn’t special. Their unspoken thoughts hovered around my psyche at all times. So the validation of my peers would hit like a drug. Especially the opinion of girls.