One night in Italy [MF]

This happened when I was a junior in college, studying abroad in Italy for a semester.

In my program, there were 20 other students from my school, and of course we interacted a bunch with other schools, but the 21 of us spent a lot of time all together and (for the most part) got pretty close. There were of course small groups of closer friends, but we generally had a good time whenever we were all together.

There were some pretty girls in our group, but one girl especially caught my eye, call her Emma. She was short, curly brown hair and very dark eyes. Due to her size, you’d think that perky would be the right word to describe her but I don’t think that does it justice. She wasn’t particularly slim, but also not fully “curvy”. She was just right in my book. She was super fun to be around, had an amazing sense of humor, and an adorable little giggle that always made me smile.

Listening through the wall as my (M24) roommate (M24) has a threesome with a random girl and *MY* FWB (20sF) [MFF] [M]

So a few years back, when I was 24, I was hooking up with this girl named Melissa. We weren’t dating or anything, in fact she was a huge slut, which I loved. I did fine with girls other than her as well, for whatever it’s worth. My name is Tom, I’m a pretty average looking white dude, she was half black and half white, slim with a big ass, just sexy as fuck. We used to talk all the time about the other people we’d hook up with, usually just funny stories of weird people we’d meet. We were just both young and liked fucking around. We never really got into comparisons between me and the other guys or anything like that though.

At this point in my life I was living in a 2 bedroom apartment with my buddy Dan. Dan was a friend of mine from college, and got to know Melissa just as my fuckbuddy since she’d come around a lot and sometimes be out in the living room or whatever. He probably heard us fuck before too, but never mentioned it. He did well with girls himself, so it’s not like I never heard noises from his room either, anyways. He was a cocky type of dude, and we’d talk a lot of shit to each other playing video games and shit like that.

To be clear: I never [F]ucked [M]y stalker

In my early 20s I was a theater actor in my local city. I was in a play with an all male cast so as a straight guy there was no chance for a show-mance there. However, the prop girl was interesting: she had a smoking hot body, super athletic and big boobs. However, she did not have a pretty face and had very outdated 80s hair, but she was definitely intriguing. Let’s call her “Eileen.” She kinda looked like Adam Sandler’s fiancé [Linda](https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120888/mediaviewer/rm2023817472?ft0=name&fv0=nm0004911&ft1=image_type&fv1=still_frame) in The Wedding Singer.

However, I quickly got the sense Eileen was CRAZY. She used to hit on me relentlessly, as well as my friend Jason who was also in the show. It’s one thing to be aggressive, which is wonderful, but she struck me as obsessive. She used to come up behind me and whisper “I would love to give you a full body massage” during rehearsals and stuff like that while I’m trying to focus. It was awkward. And I knew that if I hooked up with her I’d be in deep with a stalker. SPOILER: like the title says, I did not have sex with my stalker.

Storm Child part 12

Mitchell and I were led to the master bedroom by our cocks. On the king sized bed, Maya and Amanda were eager to spread their legs, letting us see the luscious inner pinkness, glistening with the juices of their desire. Maya and Amanda had made it clear, and Mitchell quickly positioned himself between Amanda’s spread thighs, while I was happy to have my face hovering over Maya’s steamy heat. As we applied our tongues to their gushing centers, coos of pleasure greeted us as we gave our wives the licking both of them were eager for.

Amanda gasped, “Oh god, your husband licks me so well baby!”

Maya purred, “Your husband also has a great licking talent sweetie. Kiss me Amanda, kiss me, give me lots of tongue, I love being French kissed!”

I turned my eyes up to see that Maya had Amanda’s head on her shoulder, faces turned towards each other, mouths clinging hungrily, sharing tongue filled swirls of passion. We could hear Sierra’s shrieks of climax, followed closely by Kayse’s squeals of orgasm echoing from the girl’s bedroom, and watching Maya and Amanda’s display of lust for each other made my cock harder than steel. I felt like I was going to cum right then and there. Mitchell and I rose up, our cocks throbbing, needing the feel of tight cunts milking at us.

Edging day 10 & 11 – [F]uck me, suck me, colour me grey

*Work has been hectic, decided to post 2 days in 1*

Day 10 I (f25) woke up sore and pulsing, but in a good way. My pussy was throbbing and there was a lot of pressure on my lower abdomen. I knew that I was craving something to stuff me and I needed it now! Rummaging through my drawer I grabbed my favourite pink dildo and my we-vibe clit sucker. All that was racing in my head was the thought of someone fucking me while another person was sucking on my clit, that quickly got me wet and ready for some morning fun!

I focused on getting my dildo to stretch the entrance of my pussy, making me moan like crazy and writhing so much in bed. The feeling of being penetrated and full just makes my body want to keep fucking. When my pussy adjusted to the feeling of being stuffed, I moved the dildo slowly in and out, in and out until I was hitting a sweet spot deep inside. My other hand teased my nipples with the we-vibe, increasing the intensity of the suction on each breast. It almost felt like having my nipples sucked and teased so hard by a hungry mouth.

My First 69 (My First Cock | Part 3) [Str8] [Mf] [Young] [Incest] [Step B/s] [Oral]

*You should read the first two parts if you haven’t already. The link to both can be found in the comment section.*

# My First 69

I was usually a pretty good kid. I did as I was told, remembered my manners and stayed out of trouble. But as I sat there, slumped into the couch with my arms crossed and an angry pout on my face, I was feeling ready to throw a full-blown tantrum.

“What’s up with you, squirt?” Joe asked as he entered the living room, handing my mom a cup of coffee.

“She’s sulking because-”

“I’M NOT SULKING!” I protested.

My mother glared at me for a moment before continuing. “She’s sulking because she doesn’t want to come with us up to your parents’ for the weekend.”

“Billy’s staying here.” I argued.

“Billy has to look after the farm.” I opened my mouth but mom already knew what was coming. “And no, you can’t stay with him.”

She sighed and sat down beside me. “Sweetie, I’m glad you love having a big brother so much, I really am. But you’ve been spending almost every spare moment with him and I think you forget that Billy’s a little older than you.”

A blast [MF] from my way back past

I’d just graduated college and was on a summer internship when I met Emily. We hit it off pretty quickly and went on a few dates. Things turned physical pretty quickly as they often do in your 20’s. As the summer ended, she had to go back to school…she was a year younger than me and was a senior at a school in NYC.

I was lucky enough to score a job out of the internship and was only a train ride away from her, so we slid into a FWB situation. My third trip up to see her was the most memorable. I was up on a work trip and extended into a long weekend. Once I was finished with work shit I met Emily for dinner then out to the bars with her friends.

She was 5’10”, long jet black hair, tanned caramel skin, deep piercing green eyes, full lush c cups, serious curves, a plump spankable ass and had a thick bush of totally straight pubic hair. She carried herself well beyond her years and was sexy smart. She was dressed in skin tight jeans and crop top that JUST came to the top of her jeans when her arms were down, but showed off her fantastic abs whenever she moved or raised her arms in the slightest.

Daughter Discipline Chapter 3 OC ff mother (adult)daughter

Hello,

Once again, thank you so much to everyone for their support and feedback on my first two posts! This is Chapter 3 of X of my story Daughter Discipline. The story is entirely fictional and involves adults, blackmail, inc(mother/(adult)daughter), semi-nc, public.

Any feedback would be greatly appreciated!

Chapter 3

Felicia began driving back toward their house but changed direction along the way heading toward downtown. They pulled into the parking lot of a mini-mall Susie had driven by countless times but never shopped at, she had always found it a little rundown.

Set independently of the storefronts was a coffeehouse. Felicia put the car in park and said, “Let’s grab a latte. We need to talk.”

Susie looked around as she followed her mother into a place called Coffee and Calm. Dark wood panelling gave the place a basement bar feel. At this time of the day the coffeehouse was mostly empty with just an employee behind the counter, a pale curly haired college kid playing an acoustic guitar and a woman sitting at a table who appeared to be the musician’s girlfriend.

[MF] I seduce my clients, and I made this one embrace her slutty side. (kinda long)

This is my most recent seduction. I had a woman in one of my workshops that clearly fit in the girl next door category. However, she also acted like she would never even look at a cock, let alone admit that she aches to let her slutty side come out. The workshop was 8 days (M-R week 1 and then M-R week 2). I do a lot to get to know the participants in the beginning and I always integrate a ton of music and humor into my workshops. I could tell in the “get to know you section”, that despite acting very prim and proper, Sarah loved attention. She would drop in comments to other participants and was always smiling and giggling. As I found out later, she was 34 and had been divorced about a year. I am in my early forties and divorced. I immediately was curious about whether something was possible, and I decided to find out.

I went down on my cousin during quarantine. [MF]

I know there’s a fair few of you who really like the backstory, so there’s a good bit of it (probably too much, I got a little carried away). For those of you looking for the hot and heavy section, scroll on down till you see the second set of —.

This happened one week into quarantine, a Wednesday, so about two weeks ago. My work dropped me down to part time because of the Coronavirus so I work 10 hour days on Monday and Friday. My cousin Elizabeth, or Liz, who is currently attending her first year of college near me, instead of returning home to an already packed, loud, and chaotic house with her 5 younger siblings asked if she could stay in the spare bedroom of my two-bedroom apartment. I was hesitant at first for financial reasons. My wife and I finalized our divorce almost 3 months ago and meeting rent on half a salary instead of two AND feeding myself was going to me rough, let alone feeding my uncle’s kid as well. However, my uncle is in a much better place financially and offered to cover my rent, all of it, for the next two months even if this situation blows over in less time for letting Liz stay with me. Some of her siblings have health issues and I think he was afraid she might carry something back into their house.