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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[MF] The First Time My Dad’s Girlfriend Made Me Cum

Six years ago, I was a depressed/anxious/extremely weird 21-year-old. I’d spend most of my day inside the house, avoiding friends and watching movies. You see, when I was in high school, my best friend and I got into a car accident. I didn’t even know he was getting a car. I mean, I knew he had been working and saving for one, but I didn’t know he was buying one that day.

He showed up at my house, honked his horn an obnoxious amount of times, and greeted me with this huge smile. He was so happy. His home life wasn’t the best, so I think this car represented freedom for him. It was an old, highly used car. It looked like shit, almost like someone gave him money just to get it off their hands.

But he loved it. I jumped inside and we drove around town, mostly taking back roads and side streets.

“Have you taken this thing on the highway yet?” I asked.

“No, you wanna?” he replied.

The Gift Part 2 [MF] [Cheating] [Exhibitionism]

The GIFT (Part 2)

Mark had been gone since the morning, visiting his parents. This gave her time to get ready for the shoot. In the shower, she’d gotten herself off with the detachable shower wand thinking about being posed and semi-nude in front of strangers. She packed some lingerie, her drop-dead pair of Rossi wrap heel sandals, her gold Herve Leger halter neck, did her hair, put on her makeup, and jumped in the Uber. “Brooklyn… Williamsburg”, giving the driver the address.

215. A nondescript brick building off 2nd Street. She read down the list of names on the directory next to the call box. “Image Photo” it said. Not the same, but that had to be it. She pressed the code and a moment later a voice came over the call box. “Oui?”

The familiar, clipped French accent assured her she was in the right place. “I have an appointment” she answered. “You’re early. It’ll be a moment. Please wait here.” She looked at her phone. 3:35. *Shit!*, she was early. She stood outside, feeling more awkward and out of place than she looked. Her immodestly short, gold designer dress, and black fuck-me heels, with an adidas gym bag over her shoulder. She looked like a hooker. *A very expensive hooker*, she corrected. That thought elicited a drop of moisture from her pussy. *Maybe Mark and I can play that one out* she thought.

The Gift Part 1 [MF] [cheating] [exhibitionism]

*The following is a story commissioned by a redittor.* *It is part true, part fantasy of her spouse, and the imagination of the author.* *I hope you enjoy!*

**The Gift**

“Allo”

A French accent? She hesitated for a moment.

“Umm… yeah… is this Image D’Eros Studios?”

“Ah, oui. Yes it is. How may I help you?” The male voice affirmed in a distracted, Quebecoise accent.

“Yeah, a friend of mine gave me your name. I want to get some photos done for my wedding and she said to call you.”

“Non, we are not wedding photographers, you might try another listing…” he replied dismissively.

“Wait, Wait don’t hang up… I don’t need wedding photos. I’m sorry… that’s not what I meant. The photos are a wedding gift. For my fiancé. Like… boudoir photos.”

“Oh, yes. We do that kind of work.”

“Okay” she said, tentatively. “How does it work, do I make an appointment… how much do you charge?”

“Set up a consultation, same day or not is up to you. A shoot is usually 2-6 hours depending on what you want. We charge $300-500/ hour.”

Alien studies part 2

Trussed up in the closet, her arms and legs securly cuffed and her own ball gag stuffed in her mouth with the sticky tape plastered over it, Dominica was propped against the back of the closet. Her pussy was still tingling from the orgasm she had just enjoyed, her mind was spinning. She was going to watch her boyfriend fucking that creature, thinking it was her. Dominica knew that there was nothing she could do but watch.

The creature had left the bedroom, and in a minute, she could hear the doorbell chime. She could hear nothing but low murmurs from her boyfriend as he stepped in, a minute later, she led him in, pulling him towards the bed.

“Oh you are so eager, so ready baby!” Larson growled.

Her voice an answering growl, she said, “Fuck, I am more than ready, I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard, I need to get fucked, and fucked well!”

Larson was suprised, she was usually coy, teasing him before ending up in the bedroom. He just chalked it up to her added excitement of winning the Wimbledon title, and yanked his clothes off.

[M] I meet my neighbor [F] at a night club

Story number 2
I was a junior in college after finals every semester group of friends would drive a hour to this elite club. My friends uncle owned the places which I found out my freshmen year. That is a story I will share soon. We go straight to VIP each of us bring $50 to tip the waiter and drinks on the house.

After a few shots of tequila we would walk into the crowd to pick group of girls to come to our spot for the night. This foxy 5’2 burnette maybe 32 C and 115lbs at most in a glitter silver cocktail dress caught my attention as I walked in. I approached Amber asked if she like to share a bottle in the VIP area. Walking back with her, which I knew wasn’t my good looks but being in VIP helps.

Fast forward few shots small talk
My friend brought back my neighbor at that time she was 41 5’6 long black hair 32B slender all legs and round ass. At that time, I didn’t remember Sarah because she was 200 lbs when I met her. She went through a divorce few years back and my parents stopped talking about her.

How I [M] got invited to a [MMF] with my friend and his girlfriend.

Hey guys, this is a story that happened a couple years ago. Ive always wanted to share this story but I felt like I was terrible at telling stories so I never did. But realised I wanted to write it down somewhere so I can look back at it easier in the future.

So this all started when I went to a festival. Originally I went with a large group of friends but throughout the night and due to the fact there’s barely any reception at festivals I was left alone with my close friend J and his girlfriend S. We eventually gave up looking for our other friends and continued to enjoy the festival together. Me J and S have always been close with each other so it wasn’t too much of an issue. But when the festival finally ended J wanted to keep partying so he asked if we wanted to buy a couple bottles of alcohol then head back to his hotel. I really enjoyed their company so I agreed.

Charlotte’s Career Part 1

*This is a follow-up to “Charlotte’s Forfeit”.*

*The “Career” series is going to be made up of stories, describing how Charlotte embraces her new life as a porn star.*

Sunday 08.00 am

Charlotte Fairfield woke up early for her daily morning routine. After taking a shower she began to put on her sports outfit. She had been jogging five days a week since early spring. It kept her gorgeous body in shape and she enjoyed the activity. The looks she got from men while jogging were also quite the confidence boost. It was summer and she had nothing to do. Earlier this year she had graduated from High School and right now she was trying to apply for university. Or at least that’s what she wanted to do.

While she was getting herself ready, she thought about the last few days.

Husband[M] submits to my[F] Girl Gang

My Husband and I have evolved over our 20+ years of marriage and after the kids moved out, we began exploring our kinkier side. We have often spoken about having a threesome or even having him serve my friends and I while my Girl Gang bosses him around like a cheap waitress.

There are a couple of things that would really appeal to me about this Girl Gang fantasy. First of all, I love showing him off. He’s a very attractive man and I know a couple of my girlfriends have a crush on him so that in and of itself is part of it for me. Just knowing they want him turns me on. He’s tall and he’s in great shape. He is fit and regularly exercises but he’s not an obsessive exercise and calorie counting guy that borders narcissism if you know what I mean. He’s healthy and active. He can take his shirt off by the pool with confidence and that generally turn heads. As I said, he is handsome and has deep blue eyes, a thick head of hair with just a touch of gray and my girlfriends always tell me that I am so lucky to have him. In truth we are lucky to have one another. He’s definitely all man in that manly way. He’s witty, has a great sense of humor, is sensitive and still fiercely protective of the kids and I. He owns his own business and is successful and still manages to be shy and humble. He is not overly funny, but he always seems to add something wonderful to every conversation. My favorite thing about him is that he always shows me attention both verbally and physically when we are alone and when we are out with our friends. It never goes unnoticed with my girlfriends. As I mentioned, I know several of my girlfriends have a “crush” on him and if they only knew the things we do at home and how kinky we can be, they’d be shocked.

A Deal Till Marriage [incest] [M/s][F/d][MFMF]

Jack Peterson, (21 years old), slouched on his bed, aimlessly scrolling on his phone. He glanced over at his sister Amy (20 years old), as she sat tapping away on her laptop. A year younger than Jack, the two had always been close but when they decided to take online university courses instead of going to university, they became each others’ study buddy too. With no friends from university to hang out with, the two spent nearly all day with each other and naturally had grown closer.

Jack took a moment to run his eyes up and down Amy’s body. Her shoulder length blonde hair would usually be up in a ponytail and her tank top hugged her body to reveal her curves. Much like their mother, Lizzie Peterson (40 years old), Amy had been blessed with large breasts, and she always wore her short shorts around the house. This was no coincidence – Jack would often turn the heating up to make sure both his Mom and sister wore as little clothing as possible. The trick had worked like a charm for as long as he could remember, of course, their Dad, Mark Peterson (40 years old) never complained!