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New Beginnings: Part Five [Sci Fi] [Alien Encounter] [Straight Sex]

The view was magnificent from up here. Alex had finally gotten out of what he was beginning to call his jail cell. Although he loved his place, he wasn’t allowed much freedom to roam. It had been weeks since he had arrived on Solaria’s home planet, he had met the Queen of their society, and it had become very apparent that he was essential to them as a human battery.

At least six times a day, a female member would come up and drain him of what they were calling life-sustaining fluid. Most of the time, it was either Solaria or the Queen, but others had come as well, all of them knowing his weakness for large breasts. He had just left a few moments ago after Solaria and another big breasted woman gave him a double tit fuck, which was mind-blowing, to say the least, four massive boobs bouncing in perfect unison on his dick.

“We are here,” Dexter said as the vessel that Adrian was in hovered over the largest of the planet’s oceans. Read more »

The Sexcapades of Cassidy & Annalise [lesfic][romance][vanilla]

“Don’t you ever get bored?”

I blinked in surprise, the unexpected question rousing me from my contemplative trance. Turning away from my computer, I glanced over my shoulder. My body followed the motion as my chair swiveled slowly to complete the action. Facing the open door to my study, I cocked my head to the side, quirking my eyebrows curiously at my bestie.

Annalise stood in the entrance, leaning against the doorway in her black tank top and red short shorts. One hand perched against the curve of her waist, her other arm was hidden behind the wall. Short and svelte, her body language and demeanor told me that my redheaded housemate was bored and looking for conversation.

“Of what?” I asked innocently. She pouted at me, snorting a short *harrumph’d* breath of annoyance through her nostrils as she frowned. The action was almost childlike but it somehow suited Annalise. I’d always thought she was cute.

“You know what I’m talking about.” Moving fully into the doorframe now, I saw that she held an apple in her hand. Read more »

Some Would Call Me A Dreamer

Kate sat at her desk in a front corner of the classroom. It was piled with papers covered in slanted, sloppy writing, that of a horde of third graders- which was also how she felt about them most of the time. There were a few good eggs, good kids, kids who wanted to learn and succeed. They were few and far between, though. Most of them just wanted to yell, scribble, or just waste her fucking time. She supposed she should’ve expected that having taken this job at an inner-city school. She took it hoping to be one of the superhero teachers she’d seen in all those movies growing up, the ones that inspired her to become a teacher, the ones that lead her into this terrible situation. She sighed and looked up.

The kids were supposed to be doing their math boxes. Easy enough work. She’d been sure they understood when she’d used the overhead to walk them through the example problems. And maybe they did; but if so they hadn’t been too enthralled to start their own work. A few of them were scratching away with enthusiasm. The rich ones. She wasn’t proud of the thought but that didn’t change the facts in front of her. The rest of them, even one or two of the rich ones doodled in the margins, on the back of the worksheet, or just ignored it altogether. Read more »

[MF] [oral] Cum over for tea

I was on my bed, my hair undone in my night clothes. The sleeve of my tank top was almost falling down from my shoulders, and my nipples were prominent because of the thin material of the clothing. He was all dressed up, looking perfect and absolutely innocent while sipping on his tea trying his level best to ignore the sight in front of him.
He came near my bed to take his phone from the bedside table. I held him by his arm, assuming he was about to leave the room. He disturbingly asked, “What?” wrinkling his brows and forehead and leaving his lips parted. I pulled him by his arm I was holding so he knew I wanted him to face me. He turned towards me fully and I got up from the bed and sat up, looking down and then put a section of my hair behind my ears.
“What happened?”, this time his voice was more stern and deep. I let go off his arm and very gently ran my fingers down his belly button touching the end of his tee shirt, the belt on his trousers and down below. Who was he kidding? He was hard. I looked and gasped at him for a moment only to find him looking really confused and embarrassed. Without wasting any further time and fearing that he’d leave if I engaged in even a small conversation, I undid his belt and pants button. I pull the zipper down and then his jeans. I tie my open, long hair into a quick bun before pulling his boxers down, letting his thing spring out. I take it in my hand and bend my head down. It starts growing bigger in my hand and hotter as I wrap my fingers around it. The tip slowly becomes red as I observe it, as if it’s blushing. I look up on him once. He is staring straight down at me. I can’t make out whether his eyes are fixated on me or down my loose plunging neckline which is clearly exhibiting my cleavage. Either way, he gulps. My fingers cross something wet and sticky as I look back down at his throbbing staff realising that it’s oozing of pre-cum now. With one flick of my tongue, I clean the head off the salty cum, as he lets out a little moan. I run my tongue through the rest of his shaft, his prominent nerves on my palate, burning up my tongue from the hotness. All his body’s blood is being directed here right now- to make this juicy, fleshy thing hard and stiff. I return to his tip, after wetting his shaft with my saliva only to find that he’s oozing pre-cum yet again. I look back at him. He’s biting his lower lip now while breathing heavily. This time, I cup his shaft with both my hands and suck on his head like I do to strawberries. Mmm.. the bittersweet taste of pre-cum. I push my mouth further in, until my lips reach the end of his shaft. Feeling his tip on my throat, soaked my panties so much, I’m pretty sure that by now it can be noticed even over my shorts. I grab his ass cheeks with both my hands and start moving my mouth in and out, slowly. He’s so wet that his pre-cum is going straight down my throat. While I feel sad that I can’t taste his pre-cum anymore as it’s going past my tongue, his moans are music to my ears as his every grunt insists my pussy to make a mess out of my panties. I dig my nails into his ass as I blow him voraciously while my boobs clash with each other, making a slutty sound I know he likes. I wish I had wore a bra. After sometime, his moans start getting weaker. I need to change rhythm. I let go of his ass and cup his balls, while I rotate my tongue around his shaft. He let’s out a big grunt, calling out my name. My thoughts shifted to my pussy once again. Damn I wish he could touch me down there right now..but my fantasies were broken by the sudden pull on my tied up hair. It’s him. He held the back of my head with both his hands. I froze for a moment. Next thing I know, I was in his control. He shoved my mouth in and out of his dick vigorously, faster than I could keep up. I felt him throbbing inside my mouth as his moans became louder and more consistent. He is close. Grabbing his balls? No way! I was holding his legs down for support as he kept on fucking my face in the roughest possible manner.
He teared up my poor lips and didn’t let me breathe. Everytime his head hit my throat, I choked. I tried my best to breathe through my nose. But a lack of oxygen made my brain go blank. It felt so good. _He_ felt so good. He sped up his thrusting. This is it. He moaned one last time and plunged his dick deep inside my mouth and stayed there shooting ropes and ropes of his thick hot cum down my throat. I don’t even have an option to spit. I am forced to gulp down whatever he’s squirting in me. A few seconds later, he finally stopped. Taking his dick out of my mouth, he slapped me with it. Left and right. Before it went limp. He cleaned off his tip on my lips and put it back inside his boxers, zipping up his jeans. I was still trying to get a hold of myself. I looked up at him as he did his belt and licked his final drops of cum off my lips, smirking.

Mrs. Claus, and what she did on Christmas Eve.

“Well, it’s time to deliver all the presents to all the good boy and girls.”

Mrs. Claus looked up, smiling at her husband, it was time for him to make his appointed rounds. She saw him to the door, getting a passionate smooch from him before he climbed aboard his sleigh, and took to the sky.

Mrs. Claus was his new wife, his old wife had died just a few months ago, and he had really gone for the hot one. Her first name was Katelyn, she was a buxom, blonde bombshell, big lucious tits, lips that were made for cocksucking, hot curvy hips, and a cleanly shaven pussy. Santa never failed to get a solid hard-on when she was hefting his prick, she could put the makers of Viagra out of business.

Now that Santa was on his way, she wanted to have some fun. She looked into the workshop, saw all the elves, and she wanted a gang-bang. The elves may have been shorter in stature, but the way their pricks jutted out the front of their trousers when they had a hard-on, they more than made up for that. Read more »

My Life As a Massage Therapist [MF] The Johnsuns Part 1?

Hello potential readers! This is my first time writing and posting a story on any platform. Any advice, criticism, words of encouragement, etc would greatly appreciated. I would like to add a few disclaimers. As this is my first story there will be a few tidbits I want to go over that are important to me. There will also be quite a bit of set-up as this is the beginning of a rather lengthy experience. If the desire is there and I’m not overly atrocious at this I would like to post what happens next. I sincerely hope you all enjoy and without further ado lets dive in!

I am a licensed massage therapist and this is a testy subject matter for me. Being a massage therapist has it’s stigma. I am in no way attempting to condone my actions. No money transactions have occurred in any of my interactions that may be discussed on this subreddit and proper consent forms were discussed, agreed upon and filled out. With that being said massage therapists are NOT sex workers. Please do not take this or any other massage related story on this subreddit as a reflection of the profession. If you have any questions please feel free to ask as I would love to answer them to the best of my ability as long as they are within reason. Please be respectful to the profession, myself and those around you. Thank you for sticking with me so far. If you would like to skip to the steamy bit look for the asterisks. Read more »

You’re not going to tell your parents about this are you? Pt. 2

Pt. 2 of this story below!

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A few days had passed. I’d barely spoken to Kinsey but worst of all I had heard nothing from Mister Schwartz. Aka Matt, my best friend’s dad who had turned my world upside down on his kitchen counter. Apparently he had been out of town on business but he hadn’t even bothered to text or call me. It hurt. A lot.

I slouch in an armchair watching some makeup tutorials on YouTube. The usual nonsense, I can’t focus on anything.

Three knocks at the door. Stumbling up from the chair, I lurch towards the front door half asleep and pull several chains off it before opening reluctantly.

It’s Kinsey. I know it seems stupid to say but after everything that transpired with her dad, she was honestly the last person I wanted to see.

“Rach. Let’s go to the Lake House for the weekend. Jeremy and Wade and their crew are coming as well. C’mon it’ll be fun.” Jeremy and crew, yay, total airheads from high school, Jeremy who had never stopped hitting on me for two years. Great. But maybe the distraction would do me some good, away from all the craziness that had ensued over here. My mind hops around in circles before I nod slowly. I needed a break from the house. Read more »

Repost: Menage – part 1 of 3 [FMM]

*“Meet me in the lounge bar at the Bond Plaza. And, wear something nice…underneath.”*

My lover’s instructions were simple and I clearly understood what he meant by “underneath.” In other words, wear one of my best lingerie outfits. But I as I left the cab and walked towards the glass doors of the exclusive hotel, I couldn’t help but wonder what was the special occasion? We had been seeing each other exclusively for about six months now. It wasn’t any kind of anniversary, nor was my birthday or any holiday coming up.

I smiled warmly at the portly doorman who greeted me and held a door open for me to enter. In the cavernous but elegantly decorated foyer, I felt a chill cascading down my back to the exposed lengths of my legs. The chill could have been caused by the brisk autumn evening breeze that followed me in. Or it could have been the anticipation I was feeling with my mind speculating what my lover had planned for us.

I turned in the direction of the hotel’s cocktail lounge and strolled across the marble floor that was polished to a high gloss. Wearing black stilettos, my stride was graceful. I felt confident that my feet wouldn’t slip, causing me to fall and thoroughly embarrass myself. Read more »

Repost: Commute [MF]

Sam Sheldon preferred to ride the city’s MetroRail system to and from work. The commute was only forty-five minutes one way. The railcars were often filled to the hilt with people, and the cleanliness was sometimes questionable. But the expense of maintaining a car and parking it in the city made riding the public railway system the most economical and sensible way to go.

The MetroRail had become more than a means of transportation for him. Each railcar became a mobile temple where he could meditate on his mundane life, and hope to find some sort of enlightenment. He thought about his marriage and his wife, who was emasculating and sexually distant. He thought about his two teenage sons, spoiled by the privilege of living in the suburbs and not having to work for the material things they wanted. He thought about his home with its overwhelming spaciousness and expensive décor. He thought about his demanding boss at the architectural firm he worked, and the clients who were unrealistic and unyielding in their deadlines. Read more »