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Dick and Molly. [mf], [oral], [anal]

The fact that Molly had her mouth wrapped around my cock made me feel extraordinary. It’s been months since I’ve had someone’s pink lips sucking me dry, hitting every corner of her mouth and teeth. Swift movements from her tongue elevated me to heaven, if there was one. Her brown lushful eyes kept connecting with mine every time that she would throb forward. “Am I doing it the way you like it?” she asked in an innocent tone, with my penis at the edge of her mouth. “Try putting it deeper, love.” It was as if my wish was her command, as if she were my genie, as if I were her God.

Thrusting forward and backward with my cock became tiring for her, I could feel the laziness in her mouth but she knew that her job was to make me cum. She knew that if she didn’t perform her duties she would be an embarrassment and a joke of a woman. Occasionally she would tell me that she didn’t like the taste of semen but this time, she didn’t have much of a choice. She was going to swallow my penis, my cum, and she was going to enjoy it. Her hands cupped my balls as she gobbled front and back, her soft, delicate hands filled with lotion and other delicacies. Molly knew exactly how to take a dick, and she was doing it as if it were her profession. Read more »

In front of my mother’s sleeping neighbor [mF] [oral][holdthemoan]

I originally posted part of this to the holdthemoan subreddit, and then learned of this sub, and decided to share.

When I was 16 my mother lived across the hall from a couple of gals that were roommates. One was in her 60s (Bonnie), the other in her early 30s. I go over there one day to get something, and find the younger one is putting up stringers and stuff for Bonnie's birthday, while Bonnie is knocked out drunk on the couch. She asks me for help with decorating, since it needs to be finished before Bonnie wakes back up.

These thoughts of the occasions when she's been flirtatious with me flash through my head. I was mostly sure that I could get her; if I could ever get her alone. But that was impossible, since my mother was smart enough to not let me be there alone with her, and Bonnie hardly ever left the apartment regardless. There I was, in a situation where we were finally "alone" enough to get away with stuff, but not so alone that my mother would come busting shit up. It was the perfect scenario. The best of both worlds. Read more »

Temptation of a Social Worker Ch 02

Matthew was making his way back home from Walmart with a truck full of college dorm room furniture for his daughter. Tomorrow will be Stacy's first night in the dorms and Matthew wanted to be sure his only child had the necessities she needed and more. Being a single-parent and raising a daughter was tough but since the passing of his wife 13 years ago Matthew has done nothing but dedicate himself towards being the best father he can be. Stacy was still packing her things at the house when he decided to leave to go shopping and surprise her with some furniture.

As Matthew drove up to his garage he was surprised to see that still only Ted's car was parked their driveway and Elizabeth's Volvo was again nowhere to be seen. The two of them are normally home at this hour especially on a weekday. Just as Matthew pulled into this garage he spotted the Volvo in his rearview mirror. She was parked across the street from her house and sitting in the driver's seat reapplying her makeup. You are so cute that you don't even need makeup to give me a boner Baby. Matthew shut off the ignition and began walking up to Elizabeth's car just to make some small talk. He actually wanted to check out his hot neighbor again so he can pleasure himself to images of her later at night like he always does. Read more »

Temptation of a Social Worker (Thx for Reading! Just expressing my [F]antasy)

The Meticulous Social Worker who gets the Perfectionist Fucked out of her.

Elizabeth gave the mirror a last glance before she headed off for work. A social worker should always have a professional demeanor and appearance. Elizabeth being the perfectionist that she is she would not let a single strand of hair be unkempt in her pony tail. Standing before the mirror was a third generation Japanese-American Sansei woman. She is proud of her heritage however her only regret was not learning Japanese from her grandmother. Elizabeth brushed off a small bit of lint off her grey pant suit before grabbing her keys and purse and briskly walked out the door.

"Hi, Matthew! Good Morning!" Elizabeth chirped as she walked to her car.

Her neighbor Matthew was out watering the lawn as usual. His most favorite part of the day was catching a glimpse of Elizabeth as she walks to her car accompanied by the sounds of her high heels clicking on the pavement each morning. Matthew couldn't help but just stare as the 5'2 petite Asian girl got into her car. The pant suit was tight on her ass and her collared shirt was disappointingly buttoned just before her cleavage line. Read more »

Time for a tune up [MF]

Pulling into the mechanics, you knew you were late. Kids and husbands do that to a lady. You made the appointment but life had a way of causing things to not work out. You called ahead to let them know, Mike answered and said it would be ok. You've been going to this spot for a few years and the guys here always took good care of your car.

Walking into the door, you notice its quiet. Very quiet. Looking at the clock on the wall, you know why. Its almost closing time. Good thing you only needed an oil change and tire alignment. Mike was usually quick with these little tasks. You look around and see him, staring at a computer screen. He hasn't noticed you walked in yet.

Mike was young. Mid 20s. Almost 6 feet tall with broad shoulders. His big brown eyes gave away a kindness. He always wore a smile on his face. His dirty blond hair was messy from a long day of work. His overalls were stained with the efforts of constantly striving to make his customers happy. You notice his large hands, covered in grime, moved with confidence. Mike has been doing this for years. Read more »

High School Foot Fetish

I ran into So at school, and she invited me to go to the football field at school at midnight. I agreed, and later secretly went to the football field. I found her there, and as soon as I approached her she pounced on me. She ripped off my shirt and unzipped my pants. She pulled them down with my boxers, right in the middle of the field. She frantically took off her shirt and her bra. She then took her tan sandals off and threw them to the side. She sat down in front of me with her tight yoga pants still on, and did something that I did not expect.

She took her feet and put them on my rock hard dick. It was right in between the nice, tan curves on the bottom of her feet. She then gave me a footjob, and it felt so good. "You like it, don't you." she said. I replied, "Oh, yes!" and she continued to move her feet up and down on the shaft of my member. She then took her pants off and exposed her perfect ass. Her foot moved to the bottom of my balls, and she moved them around. She moved her foot up my ball sack and tickled them with her toes. She continued the footjob, and I came all over her feet. She brought them up to her mouth and licked the cum off. Read more »

Sex on a Rooftop [F][real]

I am waiting for Stephen. I look down at my phone, 7:58, he still has two minutes. I don’t understand why I even care, why I would at all be worried about being stood up. Our first date wasn’t good, why do I want a second one. I’d probably be happier in this bar by myself, then at least I wouldn’t have to share my onion rings. But for some reason I want him to show up. I want to have sex with him. He seemed sort of sad last time, somehow unsure. I want to make the moves. I want to push him into a dark corner and make his dreams come true. I take another sip of my beer, and I see him walk in the door. I undo another button on my dress. I didn’t wear a bra this time. I want to be one hundred percent sure of what’s on his mind. The moment he sits down I can see that he noticed. But he is polite, he doesn’t stare.

Small talk.

Small talk.

More small talk. Read more »

High School 2

In high school my English class went out to the school garden (we had a garden in the back of our school and my teacher liked to read outside). We could go anywhere in the garden and read. I went to the farthest, secluded corner where there were many trees. I figured that no one could find me there, so I started to read alone.

After a while I heard someone coming. Then I saw So, the second hottest girl in the class, who always wore yoga pants. She said, "Hey," and sat down in front of me. She put her book down and said, "This is so boring." I said, "I know, I wish I could be doing something more interesting." She replied, "Why don't we?" She moved forward so that she was sitting between my knees. She put her legs on top of my legs and started to unzip my pants. She pulled them down and saw my boner in my boxers. Her shirt came off, and she slowly unclipped her bra. It fell and I saw her perfect boobs and nipples. I leaned forward and sucked/licked her nipples. She pulled down my boxers and grabbed my dick. She started to rub it, then moved closer to it. She pulled down her pants and was left in only her panties. These I pulled off, then she wrapped her legs around me and inserted my dick into her pussy. I would thrust my dick in and out of her tight, wet pussy. Read more »

[MF], Oral, Submissive, Cheat: A Quick Stop in Baton Rouge

He sat across the table from her in the diner. Two cups of coffee steamed between them, un-touched. She looked down at the table and licked her lips.

“It’s . . . good to see you again,” she said.

“You too,” he replied.

May was overweight. Fat, in fact, she’d put on fifty pounds since he’d last seen her. But her hair was long, and rich and healthy, tumbling about in auburn waves. Her eyes were still a glacial blue. She glanced up at him and brushed her thick hair back over her shoulder. She licked her lips again. Reaching down, she pulled the heavy knit sweater down over her mom jeans and swallowed.

“Thanks. It’s been a long time.”

“So,” she said, licking her lips. “You still married?”

“Yep,” he grinned, “25 years this year, with a five-year engagement at the beginning, we’ve been together 30 years.”

He reached across the table and took her hand in his. She sighed.

“Happy?”

“Mostly. Nothing’s perfect. I understand you’re married, too.”

She swallowed. “Eight years. We, um, we have one daughter.”

He raised an eyebrow. Read more »