Abusing the cuck’s wife – [MFm] [BDSM] [humiliation]

I wrote a bit ago about meeting a married bi-cuckold couple. This was our second encounter.

The first meeting you can read about in my history, but for the lazy. They were new and nervous and I helped them trim the fantasy down to something light and easy. I am positive they would have backed out had we gone with the original “fuck my wife in the ass” plan. She got me hard with her hands and then put on a show for me as she humiliated him and he blew me until I wanted to cum, and then I mounted his face.

For our second meeting they again wanted a fantasy that I thought was a bit too extreme. She had been so timid and nervous when we met and all she had done was touch me and masturbate while watching her husband suck me.

As they laid out the new fantasy, too much, too fast. She wanted to be treated poorly. Bent over and taken the moment she walked in, each hole one after another and then after, lots of dual focus on me with “forced” anal play. This from the same woman who had been clearly nervous to even stroke another man’s cock. We broke it down to its core and came up with an alternative. The key was that she wanted a break from being worshiped and he wanted to feel totally humiliated.

[MF] Backpacking through Asia and Hardfucking the girl of my dreams

[slight trigger warning: this story contains light slapping, choking, and spanking. If you’re into that, like I am… holla! But if you’re not, i’ll offset those parts with a ***** so you can skip past it or skip to it. whatever floats your boat]

The summer after I finished law school, I decided to buy a little yamaha motorcycle in Indonesia, embark from Jakarta and take 4 months to ride it to Sumba (where my Indophiles at?). Since I didn’t start my job until January, I felt rather than feverishly studying for the bar with all my fellow striving future barristers, my time would be better spent looking for surf spots, drinking some bintang, and working on (in retrospect) really, really, I mean fucking really, bad poetry. I packed a duffel, got a hold of some austrian dude who had a bike for sale in jakarta, and headed over.

Who wants noodles? [Group]

So, I’m a guy. A female friend of mine came to visit me in the middle of the night with a girl she had recently met (and for added spice worked at a sex-hotline). They wanted to crash my place for a couple of hours to wait for their ride out of town. They had woken me up so I just sat on my bed chatting with them. My friend came to sit on the bed with me and, before long, there was touching. The other girl was using my computer at the time. Things got pretty heated and after a while the friend saw what was happening and came to join the fun. That’s when it turned bad. The thought that this fantasy of every guy might be coming true hit me like a ton of bricks and … I don’t know. I panicked.
I sat up and said: “I’m making noodles. Who wants noodles?” I jumped off the bed and walked straight to the kitchen, feeling their “What the SHIT!?” looks on my back. Then I just stood in the kitchen looking at nothing and ended up making noodles with added tears. They left soon after.

“You want to suck on my tits?” [MF] Long

**This is a long, recent story, with a lot of build up, but it was one of the hottest nights of my life. I had a great time reliving it while I wrote. Enjoy.

Swiping on Sunday Night

I [m25], use Tinder as many of us do and have had pretty good success with it. I’m a tall, pretty fit, ginger with some good photos of myself, and am generally not an asshole, which seems to be the secret to success on Tinder.

I was swiping away one Sunday night when I match with the cutest 22 year old black girl, Lauren. Now, I have no preference for any race of girls, but for reasons I do not understand, by far the hottest girls who are interested in me on Tinder seem to always be black. No complaints here.

She had an angelic face, huge brown eyes, little button nose, awesome style, with photos that made her look really petite and thick at the same time. I didn’t really expect much yet, but I was excited to try and take her out!

[MF] Mutual masturbation with my new roommate

This happened over this past weekend. I live in a house with 4 other roommates. The newest roommate, Chelsea, moved in about 2 months ago. She’s a cute bubbly 24 year old with a very slim and fit body. She is about 5’5″ and runs and works out a lot and is always walking around the house in small running shorts and workout shirts. Her shorts always cover up her small butt but still short enough to give a bit of a glimse of her cheeks hanging out. I’m 33, about 5’9″, skinny but could use to lose a few pounds.

Chelsea started dating a guy right before moving into our house and seems to be happy with him; most of the time. Every now and then she comes home talking about how he’s upset with her for one thing or the other. Not big fights but I think he’s just an emotional guy with lots of feelings and doesn’t know how to express himself correctly to her.

Fucking a Girl While Her BF Was in the Next Room [MF] [cheating]

This happened a few years ago back when I [M] was 20 and in my second year of university. I’ve been wanting to start writing about some of my best encounters so I thought this was a good one to start with since it’s one of the hottest.

It happened during March break – this was in Canada so by March break I mean reading week. I was visiting a friend in Montreal that lived in a big student house. There were probably about five or six people that lived there and another eight or so visiting for a week of partying. One of them was a cute blonde girl, whom we’ll call Laurie, that was 19 and there visiting with her boyfriend Sean. I hadn’t met her prior to that week and I learned shortly after meeting her that she and Sean had only been together for about a month.

[MMF] The thought of him watching it all, my legs spread like whore, my breasts bouncing all over the place, and hearing me moan and whimper sent me over the edge. (Long story but well worth it)

[I’m writing this on my phone, so please excuse mistakes. Also, this happened many moons ago, but somehow I doubt you’ll mind.]

My boyfriend at the time (we’ll call him Shawn) was a bit of a dick. I was actually pretty close to breaking up with him, I just hadn’t gotten around to it, yet. The main thing that kept me with him was the same thing I used to describe his attitude, his dick. He was an athletic type, so his body was in pretty good shape, but his dick was fantastic. We measured it one time at 9 1/2 inches but even that wasn’t its main selling point. This thing was wide. I had a hard time reaching my hand all the way around it. He would always have to start slowly with me because it felt like he was tearing me apart.

[MF] Getting my first blowjob, after prom, and in a pool.

This got a little long scroll down to the ***** if you’re just here for the sex.

My last story seemed to strike a bit of an unintentional nerve, and that was the last thing I was going for. So let’s maybe jump back to the summer after high school graduation and see if we can all agree that high-school-summer-sex was/is just straight up the best. Also, (spoiler alert mother fuckers!) this ends with just a blowjob. But when you’re 18, sitting in a pool at 2 am, with a girl you’ve crushed on since you were 12, and that warm midwestern night air is blowing through the trees, a clumsy, awkward, and ill-conceived “just a blowjob” can be the bees fucking knees.

I grew up in a suburb of Des Moines in a highly religious family, and even though I was pretty popular, decently well liked, and alright looking, I didn’t actually have sex until I went off to college. It wasn’t that I thought Jesus cared about what I did with my dick, it’s just that I liked my parents (still do) and they kind of expected I wouldn’t have sex in high school- not that I had tons of chances.

Making the most of a tryst. (Part 1) [MF]

The Set Up

 

Coming up on a year ago, my friends and I got tickets to a massive country music festival in the middle of nowhere. It would be a three day partying shit show that happened to have some big name artists playing in the evenings at the heart of the location. Our plan was to tent camp along with ten thousand other festival goers in the summer sun. We made our plans and packed our supplies and away we went. We got in around midnight the night before the festivities began and set up camp by lights of our cars and began some drinking games.

 

His best friend’s mom [MF][Cougar]

Jonas had not expected to find anyone in the kitchen when he walked down to fetch something to drink for Ellie and him and almost ran into her mum Miriam who was going flicking through the pages of a cookbook.

“Oh hi, sorry I didn’t see you. Just going to fetch us something to drink.”

“All fine. Hey, are you going to stay for dinner? I’m just trying to decide what to cook.”

“Uh, I wasn’t going to, I need to catch the train at six, still have work to do for university.”

“Alright, you can still help me decide since you are here.”

Jonas moved a bit closer to take a look at the pages, and for some reason he felt his neck hair stand up a bit all of a sudden. It creeped him out, sure the got along quite well but all of a sudden thoughts were crossing his mind that shouldn’t. He looked at a couple of pages but couldn’t really concentrate on anything and then he made an irreversible decision. His hand reached out and found its way down into the backpocket of her jeans almost on its own, making them both look at each other in shock.