Once we started recording our bodies, we figured we could do something more with it like upload it and make some money. We were apprehensive at first and decided to post our videos solely to a website dedicated to hosting verified incestual porn. We figured not many people that knew us would visit that site and even if they did, they would sure as fuck keep it to themselves so we didn’t have anything to worry about. We made quite a lot of money through that website and continue to do so even today.
We formed a routine.. Every morning I was to go into his room while he was still sleeping and “relieve” him of his morning wood while simultaneously getting my morning quota of creamy milk. I would set up the camera and remove his covers. He slept without clothes on so it was easy for me to access his cock. I started off by gently kissing his tip, and gradually getting more aggressive while I sucked on and kissed it. After 5 mins of kissing and sucking I would slowly go down on him. He would pretend to be asleep while wimpering and grabbing at his sheets. Within a few minutes of aggressive milking, he would shoot his wholesome milk straight into my mouth. I would then turn to the camera to show our viewers how much milk he was capable of producing and then close my eyes as I relished the taste and swallowed every drop of it. I would then proceed to lie down beside him, completely naked of course. Once it was time for us to wake up, Nicky would once again set up his camera and come to bed. He removed the covers off of me while I pretended to protest.. he slowly spread my legs and would take a good whiff of my pussy. Apparently even the smell turned him on, who was I to complain. My body belonged to him and he could sniff me, lick me or do whatever he so pleased. He then began by kissing me softly on my clitoris. He gradually got more and more aggressive and started sucking and rubbing my clit hard with his tongue while he finger fucked me into oblivion until I squirted all over his hand. He would then lick his hand and fingers clean and suck on my twitching pussy and clean me up. “No wastage”, he would say. It started off with one finger and he moved all the way to all 5 fingers. He said I was too tight and that was the only way I could loosen up enough to give birth to kids easily when the time came. He said one of these days he was going to be able to shove his entire hand in me and feel up my insides. I wasn’t sure of how he was going to achieve that.. my vagina wouldn’t get wide enough for his entire fist would it? Or so I thought.. little did I know that he was going to invent a new kind of handcuff for me pretty soon… In the afternoon/evening our routine involved him video taping my chest bounce as I used a jump rope, he then proceeded to measure my chest with a tape.. I still remember the way the cold tape felt against my nipples.. he would record the measurement and repeat the other exercises from day 1 of our journey, involving slapping my pussy and clit, heavy finger fucking, breast slapping, milking, sucking and lastly massaging with oil. After an hour of relaxing, we bathed together, had dinner and went to bed. This routine continued for a month. The next month, our aunt dropped off my young cousin at our place because she had just had her second child, and apparently my cousin Jack had started getting very difficult to look after because he missed all the attention he used to receive. Nicky and I played with him and I agreed to put him down for his afternoon nap. As I lay next to him, Jack took my by surprise and turned to face me and cuddled his face in between my chest. It was very cute and I enjoyed the intimacy. As I closed my eyes and held him, I noticed that he was doing more than pretending to sleep. He started sucking on my left nipple through my tank top! I was startled and pulled back to ask him what he was upto. He responded that he wanted milk. I told him I could bring him some from the kitchen, but he protested saying his baby brother was fed by my aunt “From here” he said and poked my chest. Apparently he wanted to be breast fed as well. I tried explaining to him that I didn’t have any milk in me and if he wanted some, he should ask his mum. He said he did and she yelled at him. I felt bad for the poor kid and told him he could pretend to suck on my chest as much as he wanted to, but wasn’t going to get any milk. I pulled my tank top down to give him access to my nipple. Jack sucked on it to his heart’s content and fell asleep. So did I. I felt a sudden tap on my shoulder which jolted me awake. It was Nicky. He gestured at my open chest and Jack’s lips loosely placed on my nipple. I could see the rage in his eyes. The second Jack woke up, Nicky dropped him back at my aunt’s house and stormed back into our house. He exclaimed that I was a whore and was going to teach me a lesson that night.
Tag: Straight
[M]y first comic con with a [F]uckbuddy, her first 3way.
(if you dont care about the background info and just want the smut, skip to the part where it says “SEXY STUFF STARTS HERE.”)
Hey there. Married 31M here who happens to be a gigantic nerd, into scifi, anime, lots of gaming, cosplay, etc. Im a bit over 6 foot tall, with a bit of a dad bod but still in good shape. short black hair and a short beard, and a 7inch dick thats a good bit thicker than average. Ive been going to comic cons, scifi cons, and anime cons for half my life, and despite the mental picture you may have of a convention center full of nothing but sweaty, gross, neckbeard dweebs, some conventions can be epicenters of debauchery and perversion, if you know where to look. just google “sexy cosplay” and youll see the type of costumes some of the people at these things walk around in. Granted the majority of them arent in as good a shape as the instagram model-looking ones that probably came up on google, and a small percentage are indeed really gross sweaty unwashed weirdos (both male and female) the vast majority are average looking people in average shape, but *still* with a lot of them wearing sexy costumes.
Vancouver – Part 1 [FMFM, Foursome, Swap]
We were out of town, luxuriating in a weekend away at a posh hotel. The lobby bar was exquisite – all deep jewel tones, polish, and with just the right low lighting that it felt like anything could happen.
We first noticed them earlier in the day, at the small cafe around the corner. He was tall, muscular but without a hint of self-possession. Dark hair, dark eyes. She was clearly a runner – all legs and with a bright, tanned face that brought out the blue in her eyes. They both smiled openly at us, their eye contact lingering only slightly longer than usual. James squeezed my hand, our long-established signal for *hmmm*. The moment passed and we went about our day.
But something had shifted that night. Maybe they had spent time thinking about us that day too – chatting quietly over a glass of wine about the brief encounter. Whispered fantasties while running their hands over one another’s bodies.
A pretty, pretty good day.
Needless to say this is fictional. Unfortunately.
“You got the job!”
It was my agent and this was my first success. An aspiring model and actor, I had tried everything, even the periphery of the porn industry, without much success. Now, finally, a real gig.
“It’s for a music video…supposedly really on the edge…they asked a lot of weird questions.”
“Like what?”
“Like how hung you are…congratulations again by the way…whether you’re comfortable with nudity, stuff like that. Must be some video!”
“Yeah, did they say who it’s for?” I asked, daydreaming about artists I would want to spend some time with.
“No, but you’ll find out next week. In the meantime they said you should refrain from sex and even masturbation starting immediately.”
The next week took forever. I searched the trades and the internet for rumors or any little clue. I didn’t find anything, but I did learn that mainstream artists were resorting to more and more explicit videos, some of which were intended for mature audiences only, to boost their social media presence and compete with each other. This had to be what I was doing. But who would it be?
Emma lives in a world where women belong to men [MF] [exh] [Mdom] [preg] [creampie]
Emma knew that once she turned 20 she had to either be legally labeled as a free woman or be married to a man chosen by her parents. Her parents always told her that she would turn out to be a wonderful bride. She thought she was ready to accept her parent’s choice. However, she never expected for her suitor to come looking for her. Her mother, gave her the wonderful news a week ago. They had found the perfect man for her. Turns out it was the son of the family her parents worked for. Emma never met him personally. She only saw him at a work office party that her parents had been invited to a couple of years back. Emma couldn’t help but wonder if he had been eyeing her since then.
Her parents told her that her future husband had told them that he wanted their daughter to be the one to bear his children. Emma’s mother told her that she was excited that her daughter would serve the son of the family they worked for. Emma felt like she was being used like cattle. She always longed to be a free woman but knew her parents wouldn’t legally allow her to.
Royalty Chapter 1 [Bondage][Kidnapping][OC]
**The morning sun beamed through the coffee shop window. My usual cup of orange juice sat to the left of my open book. My fingers instinctively reached out to grab the styrofoam cup to take a sip of the sweet citrusy liquid. Strands of my caramel hair had drifted down to impair my vision causing a sigh to free itself from my lips. I pressed the bridge of my glasses up my nose and pulled back my hair behind my ear before returning to pages of text.**
**The background noise of customers, coming and going with their morning coffees and breakfast treats. Some sat down at one of the many tables in the shop; even fewer came over to hit on me. I kindly disappointed all four guys who thought to ask for my number this morning. I had more than enough things on my mind that adding a relationship to the list wouldn’t be worth the effort. I at least understood why they came over, or at least, I assumed why. I was a pretty brunette sitting alone in the corner reading a fantasy book as my glasses slid down my nose.**
Honeymoon With Mom – an 80s porn tribute – Chapter Five [FM]
**CHAPTER FIVE**
Elaine Moore, 32 years of age, MA in Music Education, lately an awardee of the Advanced Music Fellowship at Lexington Baptist College in Texas, writhed breathlessly through yet another orgasm on the rigid, pounding cock of a small town teenaged boy.
She was pretty “small town” too, she reminded herself. Her Southern Baptist upbringing had instilled in her a strict code of morality. She’d grown up to fear punishment both now and eternally in the Hereafter for even dreaming of sex in any form other than between man and woman sanctified in the eyes of the Almighty. She’d remained true to the faith of her childhood throughout her years of schooling despite the continual invitations to stray and to experiment with which men responded to her smoky eyes, sculpted face and a body that was all at once lanky, athletic and voluptuous.
That is, she’d remained a virgin. She’d averted her eyes when other girls at school had shared scandalous photos and magazine images of men and women enjoying themselves, and she’d refused to take part in or listen to those self-same girls recount their own many and varied sexual experiences – whether real or made up for the sake of impressing one another.
Road trip with my friend after college [FF]
My name is Kim and I would say I’m a pretty normal person. I decided to share a story from my post senior year college summer with the support of my boyfriend who fully has allowed me to embrace my writing side as a way to explore my sexuality in a way I best I can during quarantine. I’ve always thought it’s a little weird how people describe themselves in these type of stories but I’ve seen that readers like some sort of visual. I’m slim, curly blonde hair that gets out of control if humidity is anywhere near higher then usual, small boobs, brown eyes and I’ve always taken the cute girl next door comments as a compliment.
The summer after our senior year my friend Jess and I decided to take a road trip back home. We both grew up in California but went to school in the Midwest to get out of the typical California mindset. We were best friends since freshmen year and met at orientation where our love for California (from a distance) and Chicago deep dish pizza helped us bond. We both had similar personal interests but professionally we couldn’t be any different. I was an accounting major and had a job lined up home at a local accounting firm while she was a psych major who was planning on attending grad school in the Fall. Jess is short, wavy brown hair, and has a really cute face. I’ve always considered myself straight so never thought of her looks more than **oh she’s pretty!**
[F]irst time having anal sex with my Boyfriend.
So I was recently asked by a friend to start writing down the stories of my sexual experiences again. After doing some digging I found one of my old stories and have to admit I found myself aroused by what I read. I also remembered how much I enjoyed writing it as well as the feedback I got from readers. So here we go!
I guess I should start with a description of myself. I am in my early 30s. My natural blonde hair reaches my lower back. Green eyes, gauged ears, freckles, cute face. I am on the taller side at 5 foot 10 inches, and healthy weight at 175. My breasts are what I would describe as a handful, however they are one of the places I am noticing my Covid-19-idle-summer and unemployment weight is seeming to locate itself. I would describe my style as “metal head girlfriend”, wearing mostly black, and band shirts in varying state of decay.
Say it again… Part 2
I suggest reading part 1 if haven’t… enjoy…
…. As he reached for my underwear, I break one hand free from his grip and forcefully place in on his clearly toned chest to fight back as I came into eye contact with him with half opened eyes. Because my strength was so drained it was no different than just regularly touching a man’s chest. He smiled at me and slowly moved my hand from his toned chest to his flat stomach, then from his stomach to down and then more down… I quickly snatched my hand back and he let out small laugh as if to say, ‘don’t worry.. next time’.
He reached for my underwear again and this time I went for his structured-too-well face and slapped him hard but to my surprise… it was alot harder in my head. He turned furious with seconds. He moved his head back to look at the sky then closed his eyes and looked back down at me. He grabbed my throat and squeezed it as he kneeled on top of my body and slapped the shit out of me. My face was throbbing as I let out a desperate cry. He raised his hand to slap me again with his other still on my throat and I flinched for my dear life. He didn’t do it. Instead he stood up and stood me up with him. As soon as I stood up I knew I was gonna pass out. My legs gave way first and he caught me before picking me up. “Put me down! Put… me…” and everything went black.