Short one here. I'd been dating Janine for a couple of weeks, never getting too physical mostly because we both had wicked busy schedules. There was one "you should come over to my place" moment, but I literally did NOT have the time due to a proposal being due to a client the very next day. (I apologized profusely, said I was definitely down with the idea in theory and would call her immediately the first night I was free.)
Things cooled down at our respective employers. The stars and schedule books aligned. We were to have our first dinner date with "afters." The restaurant was superb. We both had light meals, smiling nervously at the mutual acknowledgement that we didn't want a full meal interfering with our after dinner plans.
At her place. Wine. Light conversation. I made "The Move," my patented maneuver that consisted of sliding my hand slowly but firmly up the side of her body from mid-thigh to shoulder. Just close enough to the good parts to be daring yet far enough away to tease. Kissing. "The Move, Part II" (same, but this time no teasing).
I started kissing down her neck and chest, opening one tiny button on her shirt at a time. Bar is a frontie, yay! I hesitate before undoing the clasp, but her eyes are all the "yes means yes" necessary. Pulling the lacy cups aside, I nurse on her strawberry puff nipples until her breath is coming in ragged gasps. I kiss my way down further, but when I get to her waist she stops me and slides down off the couch.
"My turn," she moans, leaning in to unbutton my shirt. Her kisses are faster and more insistent. Moments later, she is helping me out of my pants. Belt buckle undone. Belt whipped from loops and thrown to the side. Zipper down, butt up, pants down at ankles. But oops, shoes still on. I make lame joke about being screwed if we have to run from a fire, but then gasp as she engulfs my cock, taking me straight down her throat.
And holy crap, she's a talker! Every third or fourth time sucking me, she pulls off and tells me how great my cock tastes, how she's been looking forward to eating my cum for weeks, how she wants to spend the whole night sucking my cock, starts listing all the ways she's going to eat my cum that weekend (lick it up after I cum in her hand, drink it from a wine glass, straight down her throat, in her mouth and then gulp it down, THE WORKS.)
Normally, it takes a while for me to cum from a blowjob. Not this time. She pulls off and says "I can taste the pre-cum oozing out of your cock," I turn into The Human Gusher. If you told me that there's a drop of cum still dangling from her ceiling, I'd believe you. After the first couple of "surprise!" jets, she recovers and swiftly moves her head to intercept the rest. Cumming into her mouth is amazing. When she goes all the fucking way down, teeth grinding against my pubic one and my cock literally as deep as it can possibly go into her throat, it feels like nothing else in the Universe. My cock and her throat are one, welded together by cum and awe.
Eventually, I fade and slowly make the trek back down from Olympos. My cock softens on its own, withdrawing ever so slowly as she refuses to release me. When I'm completely limp, nestled gently in her warm mouth, she looks up at me and swallows my cum with eyes half-lidded in apparent ecstasy.
What seems like an eternity later, she releases me and sits back on her heels. She was pretty good about catching most of the cum, but LOTS of it shot out before she had been able to react. It's all over her. About half her face is glazed over, and there's globs on her neck and chest. Giggling, she looks down, and with a finger slowly wipes up each errant dollop and eats them one-by-one as I look on in rapt silence.
When her neck and tits are cleaned off, she gets up and returns to her seat on the couch next to me, picking up her wine glass.
At this point, I have absolutely no idea what to do. The world's most awkward yet sexually tense pause ensued. Her look: smouldering satisfaction with just the tiniest naughty smirk. My look: the usual confused doofus stare. Eventually, I gather just barely enough composure to clear my throat and say "uh, you still have a lot of cum all over your face."
Her response? "I Know."
Tag: Straight
(m)(f)(Time Stop)History was boring anyway.
You are in history class writing down notes when you look down at the rest of your page and see writing you didn't put there.
"I am your conscience." You look around for a moment before looking back down.
"Listen to what your conscience tells you to do, and I will reward you." Your concern turns to nervousness, you chuckle at the ridiculousness of the situation and assume you must be dreaming.
"Look to your left." You do. "Look to your right." You do. "Good girl." As soon as the words appear you feel goose bumps across your body involuntarily as if someone had ran a feather along nearly every inch of you. The only way you could even think to describe it.
"Ah-eh-eh." You speak quietly, quivering briefly. Suddenly, your clothes feel a lot less comfortable.
I gained the power to manipulate time not very long ago. I decided that I would put it to use, and make you realize how much of a slut you could be, and how much you wanted to be my slut. It started slow, in history class. I stopped time and wrote on your notes, telling you that I was your conscience. With no other explanation for it, you accepted this and began to follow my commands.
/u/highavailability and I are back…Road head and fitting room fucking with pictures and a video
/u/highavailability and I haven’t seen each other in six very long weeks, and the distance has been almost unbearable. As is our normal routine, we talked during our early morning commutes, discussing our upcoming Belizean vacation, our plans for the work day, how much we missed being together, and how ready we were to be fucking the hell out of each other.
I had multiple meetings, and HA said he did too. We were talking on gchat all day, so naturally I hit him up when my last meeting was over. He asked if I was back in my office bc he was about to call my desk phone, and I said I was. I was just settling in and waiting for the phone to ring when I heard our song playing. My brain didn’t have time to compute what was happening before a phone playing Ed Sheeran slid under the door and half-way across my office. All I could say was “holy shit” and suddenly he was there. It was like a scene from Love Actually, and I almost burst into tears but held it together long enough to grab my stuff and leave work.
A Billionaire Stepbrother Romantic Tyrade: Dealbreaker -by Zoe Knox [MF, Sex, Oral, Cunnilingus, Blowjob, Young Man, Billionaire, Stepbrother, Alpha, Bad Boy, Taboo Romance, New Adult, eBook, KU, Kindle]
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Not bothering to knock, he opened the door and immediately regretted it.
Valerie stood topless in the middle of the room, her back to him as she faced a naked couple in the most absurd poses he had ever seen. His sister had a brush in one hand and was busy painting over the girl’s breasts.
“Jesus, Valerie!”
Valerie turned in surprise to face her brother, quickly covering her breasts with her free arm.
I wake up a girl [fantasy] [gender-swap] Help me finish or give me feedback?
I was gorgeous, a gorgeous girl. My first thought was "If I'm as sexy a girl as I was a boy, I was a lot better looking than I thought". But then maybe its easier for a girl to be attractive.
I had average sized breasts, but they were well shaped and round and the the nipples were the perfect size. My legs were long and shapely, but thick thighs met a thick ass. My ass was amazing, I would have fucked my own ass if I could.
My dark hair reached below my shoulders, and it framed my attractive but not stunning face well. Brown eyes, brown skin. I was a gorgeous Indian girl, the type I would have lusted over in a second.
I touched myself all over, but it was unsatisfying. I was sexy, but I couldn't access it. I wanted to fuck myself, but even masturbation felt unfulfilling. I wasn't great at finding the sweet spots on my vagina. "I must have been terrible in bed" I thought to myself, wondering if my fingers were as clumsy with the girls I had played with.
It started with a Pillow [FF]
Posted this before but took it off, now it's back. Just in case someone accuses me of stealing it haha
Have you ever been to those parties that are just…off. The party itself is fine, the people are fine (some even look fine), you even know some people there. It's just one of those nights where you didn't really want to go out, you just had to, whether it was because you forced yourself to not be antisocial, or your friends pushed you to do it, either way, it's just a night where you're surrounded, but feel alone.
That's how I felt on this particular Saturday night.
"Rose, what's wrong?" My friend Summer asked me between us visiting with groups of people.
I wanted to say, 'Well Summer, everything should be okay, I just had my sights set on sitting down today with a few sex toys and going at myself,something I've been planning for a while. Then taking a long bath, and watching movies until I pass out. But instead I let all of y'all drag me to my ex-girlfriend's house for a party.'
My real answer was, "Oh, nothing, just a little more tired than I realized I guess."
A Visit from Tom [MF] [Mdom]
I park my car in your driveway, walk up to the door and knock. We’ve been chatting online for a few months and we’re about to finally meet. I’ve seen how all those subs are so excited that you’re paying attention to them, but I know you need more.
You open the door and even though I’ve described myself to you, you look a little surprised. I’m 6’ 2” and built like an athlete, with broad shoulders, a solid chest and powerful arms. I have short dark hair and a bit of stubble like I haven’t shaved for a few days, and I’m wearing jeans, a tight black t-shirt, and nice black shoes.
We step inside and you close the door, then you start to speak, “Hi Tom, I’m so excited to finally meet you,” you begin nervously.
“Shh.” I stop you. “You don’t need to speak, you just need to obey. Nod if you understand.”
[FF BDSM] Shawna: Roma Revenge – Part VII – A little tied up
I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, tangled in my dress. I remembered kissing Chris goodnight in the cab, but it wasn’t until I was lathering up in the shower that I remembered the feelings of want and need during the ride, or how at home I felt resting in his arms. Then I remembered putting his dick in my mouth.
“Holy fuck,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose and letting the water wash over me. “Two days as a woman, and I’m already a slut.”
But was I? I considered the evening in detail. At some point, I’d stopped worrying about keeping Chris interested in me for the sake of getting his help with my situation, or out of a need to pay him back for his kindnesses. I wasn’t sure when, but pretty early on I’d started having fun. Chris was charming and intelligent, and talking to him was fun and engaging.
I tried to think of the last date I’d been on that had been fun like that. Sure, I had a lot of “fun”, but that mostly consisted of finding a woman who was either drunk, desperate for attention, or just plain stupid, flashing her a smile, and taking her home to fuck her brains out. Talking for hours to someone romantically interested in me just didn’t happen in my old life.
Not old, I reminded myself. Suspended. Stolen. I was getting my body back, definitely. I had to. And sure, maybe things would be a little different. Maybe I’d look at some smarter women. But I would be me again, and long before I let this borrowed body change who I was.
I used more mouthwash than is usually wise and treated my hangover by choking down some coffee and toast, ignoring the minty aftertaste, then headed into the office. I’d realized that if I was going to keep my job, I’d need to get some things done in person. I’d sent messages ahead to HR letting them know I’d hired my “sister” as a personal assistant and that she would be coming up to get my files and sort things out.
bi guy sucking bbc for the first time
This is a true story about the first time I sucked a big black cock. It was a few years ago now, I was in my early twenties, right out of college, and still lived at my parents’ house. I never told anyone this before, so this is my way of getting it off my chest.
A little background first. As far as everyone was aware I was straight, but for some time I have had a thing for big black dick. I don’t know when it first started, but it had been years at this point. I watched interracial porn almost exclusively, and I would fantasize about girls I knew getting railed by giant black dicks like the ones I had seen in videos online.
It might sound cliché or whatever, but these thoughts eventually turned into thoughts of me being the one to get on my knees, open wide, and choke down a giant black dick. I would get so turned on thinking about it but never acted on it up until this point, chalking it up to a taboo fetish or fantasy.
Tonight’s Feature [mff] [cuckquean]
The bed opposite my wooden chair was folded, pressed, and wrinkle free. I had made it this morning, after my husband finally managed to get up. Now I sit across from my handiwork to watch his instead. My legs crossed with both arms resting on the support of the chair I relaxed my back against it. A swirl of red wine to match my small black dress might have one mistake me for the lady of the evening. No expense should be reserved when you witness art, that's what I say, especially when the art can glance back.
I set a few candles on both bedside tables to accent and draw attention away from the audience. Usually my husband likes to prepare the scene but today I requested the honor. Something about small pleasures I found unusually indulgent today. The wooden frame of our bed was a strong dark acacia. It squeaked only at the roughest and vibrant forms of use, hiding much of our deviance from unwanted guests. The cover was thin and smooth, with a patterned baby blue texture. Cool and smoother underneath, was my favorite silk sheet. Precious few performers were worthy of this stage, but todays supporting actress is exceptional.