I remember stumbling across some porn where the guy was burying his cock balls deep inside a portable vacuum cleaner. He was on the bed with it and I just remember him squatting down over the top with his cock straight down into its suction hole, jus pushing his cock so far inside that his balls were squeezed between his ass and the vaccume, his balls were turning beat red and his buttocks began to flex as if he was nearing an orgasm. The sounds it made as he thrusted into that suction hole, as if It was slurping him dry deep within his sack, I became so aroused by the noises, the fact he was fucking a vacuum cleaner made my pussy pulsate, I became so wet it was running down to my ass..I wanted a vacuum to suck my clit into orgasm..
Tag: Straight
The Wall
She stands, trembling, facing the wall.
Stripped down.
Hands behind her back.
Her legs spread shoulder width.
Because she knows how much he likes to have easy access to her throbbing, pulsing pussy.
And she waits.
Waits and learns to be patient.
Waits for him to walk up behind her.
Feeling the air against her skin.
And the electric jolt that runs up her spine when she hears his footsteps behind her.
As she listens to the sound of his breathing, slow, measured, deliberate, and closer now.
Making her skin tingle, her nipples involuntarily harden.
When she finally feels his breath against the back of her neck.
And she gasps into that first touch.
Of his fingers against the back of her legs.
And how it makes her twitch involuntarily.
As she keeps her eyes fixed straight ahead.
Trying, in vain, to stop herself from imagining every droplet of juice
dripping freely from her pussy,
Slowly gathering on the floor between her parted legs.
As she feels his palm, his fingers idly making slow circles over her ass.
Over the back of her thighs.
Trying to find the best place to start that disciplining she’s been craving for
The Mayor And Her Assistant [FF]
I sat on my desk and rubbed my eyes, it still being early in the day. At ten o’clock, the work day had only just begun. Yet I was already exhausted. Yesterday I had worked another late day in a long series of late days. Scratch that. A late day in a political term of late days.
Last week was New Year’s, which meant I was officially on the fifth and final year of my first term as mayor. Running in 20XX, I had won in a landslide as a Democrat candidate. The first one in 45 years, in fact. And I couldn’t be prouder.
See, I was what most people would call a ‘townie’. Born and raised in Fairfield, I only left the town when needed, despite having plenty of opportunities to leave. Hell, right after graduating from the community college here I was offered a scholarship at a prestigious academy for being valedictorian. I turned it down in favor of staying here.
Lighting Her Fire – The real life experience of a guy trying to coax a faithful, loving, wife into [consensual] cuckoldry.…(Chapter Four)
**Oh My God! You are Disgusting! – 17/05/20**
How an innocent game of truth or dare with my [M] friend [F] led to my first blowjob
This story happened a few months ago, when my friend (Let’s call her N) came to my house to study Physics.
We were both pretty bad at the subject, and after frying pur brain’s for 4 hours straight N finally gave up and said “Let’s play a game”. ” What do you wanna play”, I asked.
“How about truth or dare?”, she asked. “Okay”, said I.
Me: Truth or dare?
N: Truth
Me:How many dicks have you touched?
N: *with a slight giggle* Why the fuck would I keep track of that? Hahaha
Me: I’m pretty bad at this, why don’t you go first
N: Truth or dare?
Me: Dare
N: Lick the floor
I get up from my seat and give the floor a tiny lick.
Me: Easy, you got an easier dares.
N: Haha, just ask me next won’t you
Me: Truth or dare?
N: Dare.
Me: Why don’t you take yor pants off and put them on your head like a shirt and take your shirt off and wear them over your waist like pants.
N: Hmmm, okay
[F] In and Out [F] – Part 3
Her hair was down today, she wore it this way a lot more regularly now and it looked… breathtaking. Clara was the type of tomboy you would still find incredibly sexy. Form fitting jeans, normal Tshirts and sandals with her hair tied up, and she would still look so pretty.
Her hair when tied still hung past her bra strap on her back.
She had the weirdest shade of blue nail polish on her toes and it just completed her look perfectly.
It had been a while since my best friend and I shared stollen kisses and we got along again as if nothing happened. We returned to our normal best friend banter, making jokes of what happened under our breathe and making jokes at others expense and discussing boys we liked and girls we hated. We would occasionally find ourselves sending naughty emojis in our chats, joking about what would happen when we were alone, never anything too risque though and luckily nothing came of those jokes in those weeks.
Off to work, another long boring Friday, my chats with Clara being all that kept me awake that day.
5PM.
Finally weekend!!
I can’t share this with the person I wrote it about, so sharing it here is all that’s left.
“How into the idea of ‘Friends with Benefits’ are you?”
Her eyes bulged open in shock, eyebrows raising, jaw dropping open as her brain fished for a response.
“In a thousand years I would never would have thought you were the type of guy to suggest something like that!” Her tone was incredulous, disbelieving. How could this guy think to approach her—any woman!—with some bullshit like this. He was married. Happily married, as far as she knew.
“Oh my God,” she sputtered out words while she gathered her thoughts. “We’re friends,” she said, “sure…but I have absolutely zero interest in getting involved in someone in a relationship.” She rolled back in her chair, stood up and crossed her arms over her chest.
He held her eyes with his own, a slight curling of the corners of his mouth could have been the beginnings of a smile or a grimace.
“I’m not talking about ‘involved.’ I’m talking about—” His hands gestured about in front of him, a physical manfiestation of his milling thoughts. “—I’m talking about a helping hand?” His lips officially broke into a smile at that, a breeze of amusement escaping from his throat. “I mean that’s the most obvious and ridiculous way to put it, but I guess it’s a pretty literal description.”
Creekside pounding [MF]
I remember being in my mid teenage years we lived in the country out on green pasturs of hill filled land. The land was filled with tall pine trees full of pinecones and squirrels..Wild flowers with butterflies pollinating them, bumblebees gathering nectar from the honeysuckle vine.. It was a beautiful day outside , clear blue skies, spring weather with a nice breeze in the air, that was refreshing. My house was a large white country style home with a heavy solid oak front door painted red. Countryside fencing around a few acres of land to keep our cows and chickens secure. It was a perfect day to take my stallion Jasper out for a nice run. My parents were away on there 25th anniversary getaway suit witch left a very close friend of the family to look after the farm for a few days while they were away. We called him Uncle Tommy even tho there was no blood relation, he was like family. I always had a little crush on him as he was very good looking. He was strong, tall country built , lean and he was a hunk in those tight levi jeans with cowboy boots and snug v neck T shirt that seemed to hug every crevice of his chest and shoulders , his strong back flexing with every pitch of hay he tossed..I was hot for him and have been for some time now.. I remember nights when my parents would throw BBQs and uncle Tommy would be there so I would dress in my revealing little sundresses and sexy little panties to try and catch his attention.. They loved to sit out back around a bonfire and drink beer and shots of whiskey, sometimes moonshine .country playing n the background.. The more intoxicated uncle Tommy would get the more I would use it to my advantage..my eyes fixed on him ..the smooth skin and his sharp jawline , beautiful smile and stubby 5 o’clock shadow luminescing from the light of the fire made me hot between my legs . I remember that same night I caught his gaze so at that moment I leaned back in my chair and spread my legs revealing myself to him, catching his gaze fall between my thighs as I crossed my leg over the other ..being discreet not to get caught by the parents..I was horny for him and I made sure he knew it to..I would do little things like bend over around him . His gazes became more frequent and thats just what I wanted . After all I was a well bloomed teenage girl..perky tits,round firm ass , hourglass figure..tight stomach , tan, long brown hair and big blue eyes. Pouty lips. No doubt I was hot for a 16 y.o.
Weekend with Professor (from female perspective) (MF, grinding, blowjob, cunnilingus, PIV, light bondage, professor/student kink)
[This is my first full story I’ve written. I’d appreciate feedback! Hope you all enjoy ?)
You could feel the nervousness in your stomach as you knocked on the door. It wasn’t the first time you’d visited my house, but last time moved so fast and was so spontaneous. You weren’t sure what to expect this time and you could feel it all through your body. Your palms were a little sweaty, you had butterflies, and you could feel your pussy already starting to get a little wet in anticipation.
Knowing you were coming over this time for the sole purpose of fucking your former professor, you dressed appropriately: a short little dress with a low-cut top, a lacy bra, and no panties. Even on the drive over, your pussy was tingling at the excitement of being completely open to the world. We set up the date before you left last time. It was the weekend and you had a free night, so the plan was to come over and stay the night – the only activity planned was completely giving into each other’s desires.
How one of [M]y most awkward hookups was also one of the hottest in my entire life
So too preface this; I’m a University Student, chronically unlucky in love, who has his hand in a few dating apps. 98% of the time I’m unsuccessful, a victim of chronic ghosting. And I don’t blame them – I don’t fit into your standard Tinder archetypes of “lanky eboy” or “himbo engineering student”. So when I match with someone, it’s a rarity. When she tells me to come over, well, that shit needs to be framed in a museum.
So I find myself marching over to hers, as she just so happens to be a few blocks away. She lives alone in a snazzy little apartment, living off her parents money. First impressions go a long way – she’s Filipino, 5″4, curvy, great legs and incredibly cute. Instant 10/10 from me. When we get to her room, I find it’s full of band posters, specifically ones from the Beatles and the Beach Boys. This instantly turned it up to 11 – I’m a sucker for a girl with good taste in music. After admiring the posters for a bit, I turned around to find her laying back on the bed with her legs open — I couldn’t see when I came in, as it was in the middle of the night, but she wasn’t wearing anything below the waist. It was at this point I almost lost control and dove into her. She was just too sexy for a mere mortal like myself. However, things started getting a bit strange.