Watching My Daughter [Mf, masturbation]

This story is completely fictional.

Dads are supposed to be protective of their daughters. The stereotype is you wait in the living room when she has her first date and scare the holy hell out of the boy, insuring she’ll be safe and “virtuous” when she comes home. You set curfews and ask people out in the community to keep an eye out for the couple and make sure everything’s safe for your daughter. My own experience has been somewhat different. Oh, I want my daughter safe, and I’d do anything to protect her. But keeping her “virtuous” – that’s a very different matter.

Before you get the wrong idea you should know, I’m not a molester. I’ve never touched my daughter inappropriately or asked her to touch me. I’ve never talked dirty to her or made a pass or made her feel uncomfortable in any way. No one has a more protected, peaceful life than my daughter. And it shows in who she’s become. She’s a straight-A student, president of the student council, and a cheerleader. For her sixteenth birthday last month, we gave her a car. Nothing extravagant, but nice enough. All in all, she has nothing to complain about in her life.

The day after!

The night with Amber was amazing Tabitiha had never came so much. On her way home from she is a little sore but satisfied. You get a text from her husband that his friend Brad is over and they are going to watch the fight. Ok Tabitiha text’s back I will grab pizza for you guys beer to he texts back yes ok.

Tabitiha starts to think, Brad is so fucking hot and he has made many moves on her but she has always turned him down. Tabitiha hopes she can tonight even though she has cummed so much today she is still wanting a hard cock to fuck her.

Tabitiha gets home and her husband says hi and Brad sees her and says wow you look amazing she Thanks Him and he gives her a hug and grabs her ass while he does. Tabitiha wishes he hadn’t done that her pussy is starting to get wet. She tells her husband she is going to shower and change and will be right back.

Titty Fight[GG][competition]

‘The Grand Royal Hotel, New York City. Saturday evening, August 4th at seven o’clock.’ My challenge was issued over Twitter just this morning. I couldn’t stand to see this bimbo getting all the glory. Champion, my ass. She was nothing compared to me, all the twits that she had gone up against up until now were nothing like me. I knew that if I just had the chance, if I could just get her into a room and go head to head with her, that I could steal the Championship title for that prissy little bitch.

‘You’re on, skank.’ The response was simple and confident. Veronica, AKA the Jugg-ernaut, fell right into my lap. It was time to strip this twat of her title and name myself, Scarlet, the Tittie Terminator, the new North American Titty Fighting Champion.

The night had finally come. I had trained long and hard for this moment and though I had never before been defeated, neither had the Champion. I heard, through the grapevine, that Veronica had also been training intensely. She must be nervous. Worried that I will take her down just as I plan to do.

[FM] Poor Daddy, being bratty in public

My last Daddy and I were long distance and used to roleplay in messages or on the phone and often acted the scenes out in person when we met. One scene I was wanted to try was were I was getting jealous of Daddy ‘flirting’ with other women, in this case a waitress in a restaurant. He’s 44, divorced, slightly chubby, dark red hair and a sexy beard. I’m 27, blonde, pale, plus sized with big tits (pictures on my profile). The story below took place in April. Unfortunately we parted ways a while ago but I have a lot of fond memories. I apologize is anybody in the service industry had to deal with someone like me :/

[F][Group] The cops wanted to stick it to Leah for drinking under age…Until we came up with something better for them to stick…

**This was toooo long for one post. See the link in the comments for the first part!**

Leah was on me as soon as were in my front door.

“I can’t believe you did that for me,” she said.

She kissed me enthusiastically on the cheeks and lips and neck repeatedly.

“If I hadn’t called you wouldn’t have even been there,” I said.

“I don’t care,” she said.

She kissed me again and wrapped her arms tightly around my waist.

“Nobody does stuff like that for me. Not ever. You’re so good to me, Chellee.”

She pushed me back hard into the door and pinned me with her body weight. She pushed her lips firmly to mind. She slipped a hand up under my sweater and touched my stomach.

“Let me be good to you now,” she said in a husky voice.

I kissed her back. Sky just stood watching the two of us.

“I thought you said I owe you one this afternoon?” I asked.

“You just took care of that,” she said with a smirk.

[MF] Everything was going great, until…

My wife is all over the place when it comes to sex. She feels like she had an almost unnatural obsession with it when she was a child, but then grew up in a very religious household where her Mom taught her that intercourse is only for makin’ babies, not something to be enjoyed. So now, as an adult, she goes through long periods where she is extremely prudish, followed by shorter periods where she acts like some sexual demon. (During one of these periods we even went to a swinger’s club and had sex in front of other people!)

About a month ago she told me she wanted to be my “sex slave” but she was coming from a bad place when she said it, and thanks to feedback I received in /rsex I didn’t follow through with this request.

Anyway, Friday morning her sexual side came out in a big way. She didn’t bring up the “sex slave” thing again but she said she wanted me to take her, and use her any way I wanted to. She was rubbing up against me in bed when she said this so I knew she was serious. I was pretty surprised because she hates the idea of being “submissive”, but she explained that it wasn’t about GIVING me control… it was about me TAKING control. This is something I rarely do in our relationship and I guess the idea was turning her on for some reason.

A NSFW Siren Song [FM]

Your dress elegantly flows as the muffled sounds of the audience sweep under the closed curtain. You try to silently go over your part as you wait for the show to start. Despite your typically professional mind, you find difficulty in concentrating on the music. A single thought continues to claw its way into your head.

You see images of him flash inside your head. Over and over you see them and you feel your heart warmed by the way he smiles. You mark fit form, which came from many passionate late night adventures. The light from the audience races up the dark stage as the curtain opens.

As the music begins to play you step up to the Mic and look into the audience. Whilst scanning the audience your eyes trace over an all to familiar face. The music builds as you start sing. You voice fills the room as you feel your vocal cords dance. You continue to sing from the deepest part of your soul.

You watch as he is entranced by your voice. Others seem to be undergoing an internal adventure, but none run as deep and far as his. His ears don’t miss a note as he perfectly receives everything about your performance. He hears and understands every breath and sigh.

[MF] Sex on the streets of New Orleans

(This happened in 2009. A meetup with a woman I’d been flirting with for a while after she responded to my post on Craig’s List)

“You’re not to talk for the next five minute.”

Her big blue eyes widened.

“I can do that,” she said.

“I don’t believe you.”

She was nervous. And that was causing her to prattle on. I found it endearing. But she needed to be tested. I needed to see if she would comply. Or if it was all just a fantasy.

“Five minutes,” I repeated. “Not a sound.”

“We’re just going to stand here for five minutes?”

She glanced around. We were standing near the Mississippi in New Orleans. The sun was down. We were within site of Jackson Square, but away from the crowds.

“Starting now,” I said.

I took her hand in mine and we walked closer to the water. We stood at an overlook point. She stepped up and gripped the rail. She was wearing a lacy white dress with short sleeves and an asymetrical skirt. I stood behind her and leaned in so she could feel me weight.

[MF] how I used to hate fuck my ex.

This is longer than originally intended, as well as very poorly written. I’ve tried to write it as it happened instead of as a dramatisation, as this is a true story. Please try to ignore any issues or details I may have missed and thanks for reading!

Several years back I had a very submissive girlfriend, we weren’t together very long and never really clicked. This aside, our sex life was incredible. She was a good slut, always desperate for a dicking, always wet and waiting, multiple orgasms are not a stranger to her (with me especially).
Eventually I ended it, I couldn’t lie to her anymore and knew we’d both be happier with other people.
For several months after our breakup, She would beg me to fuck her. So I did.
We had a great little FWB situation going on and the reason why is the main story I have for you folks.

Date night, sex toys in the cinema, and my punishment. [MF] [long]

I’ve [24F] briefly written about this experience before on another sub, but i massively skipped the details, so I thought I’d share with you all! It’s going to be another long one.

It’s very rare that me and my husband [24M] get an entire night off from the kids, so when they both went to stay with grandparents we decided to have a proper date night.

We went out to the cinema, after going out for food, and I made sure I had my brand new remote control vibrator in place and turned on. We sat down at the beginning of the film, and I discretely gave my husband the remote. He looked confused at first, until he’d realised what I’d given him, then his eyes lit up.

This resulted in two solid hours of him teasing my pussy, in a cinema full of unsuspecting people. He made sure that every time the volume increased in the film so did the vibrator speed. It took so much concentration not to obviously move in pleasure, or let slip an accidental moan. He’d turn it down again when he could see I was enjoying myself too much, the objective was to tease me, not to make me cum.