Goodbye Tights! [anal][FM]

My fiance is the one who took my “anal virginity”. As I was learning, and growing accustomed to this new activity, I was beginning to hunger for it. I needed it. So, on a Friday afternoon, I decided to surprise my man when he got home from a long day of work with dinner and a little anal play.

I went home early, and began preparing dinner for him. As our meal baked in the oven, I went to my closet to choose a sexy outfit to surprise him with. I glanced over all of the usual teddies, thongs, and bodysuits. Nothing was really speaking to me, and I most especially wanted something to emphasize my ass. I was just beginning to become anxious about not having a decent outfit for the evening when I noticed a pair of black tights in my lingerie drawer. They weren’t anything special- just the kind I wore to work every day. They were sheer, and went up over my hips and rested at my waist. He had mentioned several times before that he loved the way I looked in tights. Perfect! I quickly found my black, sheer bra, and my black suede pumps that made me look like an exotic dancer. I stripped down to nothing then slid the tights on over my bare, shaved pussy and ready ass. I strapped my plump breasts into the just-a-little-too-tight sheer black bra. My hard nipples were framed beautifully in the see-through cups. Next, I put on my pumps, then touched up my eye make up. The finishing touch was a deep shade of red lipstick- something to bring out the green in my eyes.

[MF] welcome to the family wedding hookup (35)

I haven’t posted in a while but this was a fun one. Sister is getting married and it’s lovely outdoor wedding. My ex that I lost my virginity to some 15 years beforehand is at the wedding, she lives 1200 miles away but had stayed friends with my sister. She’s now married with two kids and still has a banging body 5-7, dirty blond hair, great legs, C cup and tight. As the wedding progresses she’s making it more and more clear that anything I want is available; she had traveled solo to the ceremony.

I’d been working out for 3 months leading up to the wedding so I’m looking and feeling my best, very confident (6 ft tall, athletic 195 lb build, blue eyes). I really wanted to bang one of the bridesmaids, a smoking hot petite blond, also married, possibly down to fuck who I had known since childhood but I was not sure it was going to be an option. As the night goes on, my now brother in law’s cousin starts to chat me up. She is early 30’s, same as me, successful career, no kids. She’s probably 5-4 and no more than 110 lbs. Strawberry blond with freckles and mischievous way about her. She has a long flowing dress on but it’s clear her body is tight. The ex is still throwing out all the signs but I’m shooting her down and content to see what happens with the cousin.

Ghouls and the Good Doctor [F] [Fantasy] [EU] [Witcher] [Group] [Stretching] [Deepthroat]

Another pointless fight because of petty land squabbles. Another long night picking through the field, hoping that someone was still alive. Walking among the dying was an odd experience, but Shani was always hopeful. That’s what you had to be. Hope kept people going. Someone reached out to her but passed before she could even console them.

It was dreadfully gloomy, the chill settling in as the sun fled. The fog started to creep in. It would be the last sunset for a lot of these men. She was so lucky by comparison. How many more sunsets did she have in her? Shani crouched next to a man who didn’t appear to be bleeding or maimed. When she turned his head, she saw his puffy black face and caved in helmet and already knew he was dead.

If she could share the rest of her sunsets with all these men, she would.

She didn’t recognize the colors they wore, just knew that she had to help them. That’s what being a doctor was about. Shani didn’t worry herself with too much of the politics anyway. Right now that didn’t matter. She had to find someone to help first. It wasn’t like any of the other nurses were going to help her.

[MM] I love getting a guy off…

I’m a slut for a hard cock. Making a man moan in pleasure and making him cum makes me so horny. Recently, I’ve been told I can suck a mean dick. I visited a gay club the other night. It was a fairly slow night, only a few customers. One at the bar and a couple of young guys in a back booth. I started to make small talk with the bartender and the patron at the bar. They informed me it was no-pants Monday. If I was willing to hangout and drink in just my underwear, I could get free drinks. Not one to pass up a good deal, I immediately headed to the bathroom to undress. Luckily I had on some cute baby blue micro trunks. I placed my clothes on the stool next to me and sat at the bar. Like magic a beer and a shot appeared. I was a happy boy. I thanked the bartender and my new friend for the drinks and continued the small talk. A few drinks later the bartender and friend were seated on either side of me. Each one rubbing a leg and caressing my back. I must admit all of the attention had made me extremely horny and I started to get hard. The bartender noticed first and quickly started to massage my growing cock through my underwear. I responded by reaching for both of their crotches and pawing at their cocks. The patron stood up and unbuttoned his pants. I quickly sank to my knees to help get his pants off. I grabbed his cock and greedily feed it into my mouth. Not to be left out, the bartender also stood up and dropped his pants. I switched to his cock and sucked him hard. Between alternating cocks in my mouth I would take a drink. They both loved the temperature change and fizz on their dicks. The bartender was first to finish. He grabbed me by the chin, pointed his cock at my mouth, and came across my lips and chest. I slurped up what I could, took a drink, and began to finish off the patron at the bar. I must have been fully in lust because I didn’t realize the bartender had moved behind me. The bartender grabbed me by my underwear and lifted me to my feet. He pulled my underwear down and pushed them to my knees. I could feel the bartenders rough hands kneading my ass cheeks and rubbing my aching asshole. That set me off and I went to work on the patron’s cock, sucking him in as deep as I could take it, making it as wet as I could. I slurped and gagged on his meat.
I kissed and sucked on his balls while I stroked his cock. The patron forced me down onto his cock and unloaded all of the cum he had. He was buried in my throat completely. I didn’t even get to taste his cum. It was straight into my stomach. After the bartender finished rubbing my puckered hole he helped me out of my underwear and kept them as a souvenir. I drank for free the rest of the night. What can I say? I’m a slut for a hard cock.

Truth or Dare

She held the key tightly in her hand and pressed the silver button – like a switchblade revealing, nervously tracing her fingers back and forth over the jagged edges of the firm steel. It felt good in her hand. Traffic wasn’t bad for a Friday night, but her mind was racing making it difficult to…

Pulling the heavy door open, the smell of queso and beer washed over her – and the sounds of some guy playing a guitar and singing beach tunes echoed from the back corner of the bar. He was rockin’ one of those Hawaiian shirts and working on his ponytail.

Scanning. Scanning. “Fuck – they better be here.” And then a familiar smile followed by a hand waiving her over to their table.

“You’re late. That’s gonna cost you,” he grinned.

“I’m not late. You were early. And besides,” she shot back, sliding her hand in the air from her shoulders to her waist “wasn’t it worth the wait?”

Their friends laughed as the waitress approached to bring the four of them upstairs. They grabbed their drinks and followed the woman. The booth was in the back – far enough to still hear the music, but not close enough to be annoyed by it. Perfect.

Control Group (Pt. 2) (FM) (Choking)

It had been at least three days since I had slept. It was 11pm and I was desperate. I called my doctor for an emergency appointment and he said to just come to his house. I arrive and after greeting him I explain my insomnia. “Every time I lay down to sleep, I can’t resist touching myself. Inevitably I end up fingering myself all night, and by the time the sun peaks through the curtains, the sheets are soaked and I haven’t slept at all.”

I walk up to him, getting very close and whispering into his ear, “I’d really appreciate some help.” His arms wrap around me and squeeze at my butt as he says, “maybe you’d be more comfortable sleeping here, with some company.” After a long kiss he says, “if you’ve been awake for so long, let’s get you to bed straight away.” I nod submissively and follow him.

We do our best, curled up together in bed. But I can’t hold back and I start kissing him, loud and passionate. “I can’t sleep” I moan into him. He gets up and pulls me to the edge of the bed, I’m on my back with my legs spread for him. He takes his time pushing his hard cock inside me, but it feels amazing.

Unexpected Surprise [MMF Fetish]

So last night I was getting out of the shower. After drying off I entered into our bedroom and my wife met me at the door with a long lingering kiss. She whispered into my ear “Do you trust me?” I nodded my head yes. She turned me around and covered my eyes with a blindfold. Then guided me to the bed.

She pushed me back and started to gently kiss and tease my naked body. My erection started growing. As she licked her way down my body she laid me back and slowly engulfed my cock with her warm wet mouth. As she went to town sucking and licking my cock and balls one of here hands edged a little lower until she is lightly teasing my asshole with her finger.

She slowly works a lubed finger into my ass and I see stars as she hits my prostate. I quickly fall into a state of complete arousal. I am in total ecstasy as she is sucking my dick and fingering my ass.

[MF] Me and the band girl PART 2

After the first competition and our… late night… me and Jessica started talking a lot. We didn’t consider it dating, but we were constantly texting and hanging out. We made out a few times, but never anything further because parents were home. We were all over each other, except sexually, and that frustrated us. That all changed, though, when her parents went out of town for the weekend and we decided to have our first official date.

This was my first date in over a year, and with one of the hottest girls I’ve ever seen, so I was nervous. Jessica was skeptical of the date, and almost didn’t go. She was probably just as nervous as I was. I had to convince her that this was going to be fun, and we could officially be a couple. After a while of texting back and forth, she seemed convinced. I wasn’t sure that she was fully onboard, because she “changed her mind” fairly quickly. I thought “Fuck it” and drove to her house.

The Punishment (mf) (Daddy) (DDLG) (spanking) (punishment)

His eyes flame with the flash of anger sending shivers through my spine. “I told you not to fucking cum you little whore.” He advances on me and before I could blink, his hand around my throat. Not squeezing to the point where it would cut off my air, but firm, just enough to show me who was in charge. His other hand slides down to my sensitive princess parts that were still pulsing from the orgasm that had just torn through my body. He slides two fingers in my needy pussy. Moaning out my head falls back. The feel of his fingers sliding in and out of my needy cunt at the teasingly slow pace he had set was killing me. If he would just go a little faster… But just so I feel the second orgasm start to build he pulls his hand away.

[MF] [buk] Amyla The Radiant Elf Princess Part 5

So here it is, the last part of this series. This is more of an epilogue than an actual chapter but I included some scenes which might be fun to read. I had a lot of fun writing Amyla, so I decided that this will not be the last time she shows up! hope you enjoy, please leave a comment on what you thought of the whole series, I love readng feedback!

The princess of the Secret City sat crossed legged on the large king size double bed; her posture was different to her usual stance now hunched over with her shoulders tensed in a defensive position. She was clad in a classier attire than her usual outfits, a baggy cotton shirt which belonged to her lover and tight-fitting brown leather trousers which hugged her curvaceous lower body; black boots with heels clad her feet for protection. She rubbed her now naked ring finger, feeling the tarnished skin from the burns which the old wedding ring gave her. The band now sat in front of her, almost taunting her for what happened. She felt like crying again, like she did 9 months ago. Amyla laid back on her bed covering her eyes with her left arm, forcing herself to remember what took place. Quickly she was brought back to that morning.