"You – you wouldn't dare! I know you too well!" Claire said, taking another swig of rum straight from the bottle.
"Oh ya think so, huh?" Chris answered, snatching the bottle from her and taking a slug himself.
"You can't even walk straight," she sniggered "let alone fuck me against a wall!"
Chris threw the bottle, only dimly aware that the glass shattered as he planted his lips on hers, silencing her cry of dismay at the waste of alcohol. The kiss was fierce and passionate, demanding and dominating. Her drink riddled mind just couldn't cope and she melted into his arms, returning the kiss just as fiercely, their tongues snaking over each other.
They broke the kiss and Chris smirked at her dazed expression.
"I still say you wouldn't do it…" she whispered
Chris grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her into an alleyway, pulling her up against the rough brick wall "You're so sure, this can't be happening then, right?" he growled, planting his lips back on hers and sliding a hand up her tshirt, groping for a breast. She moaned into his mouth, completely unwilling and unable to fight back, her hands scrambling under his tshirt to run her nails along his back. Without warning he spun her around, pressing her face against the brick and pinning her there in an arm lock. "I'm gonna make you cum" he growled in her ear "I'm gonna make you squeal like a bitch in heat in a dirty alleyway in the center of town, and then I'm gonna fuck that tight little cunt of yours over and over." He slid his hand into her jeans, into her pants and plunged two fingers straight into her pussy.
"Ohmygod yes-" she moaned, knees almost buckling under the sudden fingering. She lost all control of her hips, grinding on his palm and not caring that even past midnight the main road less than ten yards away was still roaring with traffic. He was not gentle with his fingers, ploughing her sodden pussy while his cock poked into the small of her back. She wished it was his cock in her but she couldn't form the words even to beg.
From out of nowhere an orgasm blossomed from her pussy, taking her breath away and turning her knees to jelly and just a suddenly as it arrived it was gone, leaving her breathless and trickling liquids down her thighs.
"We have to fuck right now!" She gasped "please, I need your cock in me!"
"I don't have any rubbers on me…" he groaned.
"I don't care," she snapped back "I want you in me!"
That was all he needed to hear. He dragged her by a fistful of hair and a hip to stand on top of a wooden crate, breathlessly he tugged at her jeans fastening, pulling them and her pants down to her knees, exposing her rounded ass and thighs to the warm night air. He quickly dropped his own jeans and boxers and, bending her over, plunged his cock into her with a groan of satisfaction. It was all she could do to keep her knees straight, to lean against the wall to keep herself from collapsing as he pounded into her, stretching her wet, wanting cunt around his girth. With one hand on her bare hip, pulling her back onto each powerful thrust, his other hand covered her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure. Without thinking she started sucking on his fingers, imagining another dick in her mouth.
He grunted and paused, pulling out of her, his fingers digging into her hip. Without warning he spun her around again to face him, pinned against the wall. He pulled off one of her shoes and tugged her leg out of her jeans and then lifted her feet clear of the ground, her jeans and pants hanging from one foot, balancing her on his hips and spearing her to the wall with his now throbbing, glistening cock.
"I'm going to cum in you Claire" he snarled in her ear as she slid down his dick, taking all of it down to the root in one motion.
"I'm going to fill your cunt till it's overflowing and it's going to dribble out into your panties on your way home!"
With each word he fucked deep into her, hard enough to make her toes curl and her nails claw into his shoulders, her hips grinding back of their own accord.
"Yes!" she panted, "Don't stop! Oh god don't stop!"
Claire felt it rising, slow and explosive, an orgasm that made the muscles in her thighs twitch in anticipation. Each thrust filled her up a little more, sent the world a little further away until all that was left was one last penetration that sent her over the edge with a cry. Her legs clamped around his waist, ankles knitted together holding him in place, her face screwed up in climactic agony and her nails leaving deep marks in his shoulders. She was only dimly aware of the blast of warm liquid spurting into her pussy from Chris's cock, of his grunts and of his nails digging into her waist as she came down after what felt like an eternity in the throws of climax.
Panting, reality returned to both of them slowly. Still connected at the hips they smiled at each other and kissed, the fierceness gone but all the passion still there. Gingerly they disengaged, her stiff legs lowering to stand on the crate so he could put her down and dress themselves again.
"ahem" Claire cleared her throat as they reached the end of the alleyway, "Wow."
"Yeah," Chris replied, still a little out of breath "you… you sure you have to go home tonight…?"
Tag: Straight
Kate and Ben: Kate’s Secret Finally Comes Out. [Incest] [Furry] [straight] [M/F]
Kate and Ben: Kate’s Secret Finally Comes Out.
“Why?” Kate cries wondering why she has to have such an attraction to her brother. She lays on her bed still wet between her legs from her little adventure into his room. She holds her soft pink pillow against her chest laying her snout on top of it. Still crying she lays longing to just come out to her brother. She Knows she never can because her brother would never want anything to do with her again. The tears of lust turn into tears of pain as she wishes she could talk to her mother. After their father died their mother soon could not take the pain. Instead of killing herself she turned to hard drugs to relieve the pain. Soon She would just wander out the house for days at a time without calling or anything. About a month ago she wondered off and still has not come back. Kate rolls onto her side as the running thoughts keep feeling her head.
wrote this quick chat to my GF & I think it’s hot (Str8)
Ok so I wrote this in a chat window real quick to my GF is it hot or not? She is wearing these blue & white checked panties which inspired me to make up a fantasy. sexy farmer's daughter i'm a cowboy just off the range come around from behind the barn you're hanging sheets on the clothes line a little breeze lifts your skirt you catch me looking but i pretend i ddint' see but you smile actually i'm a travelling salesman i saw your long tan legs & perfect round ass all young & sweet & those panties let me know maybe you weren't as innocent as you look I ask if your mother is home & you laugh & smile tell me you're the lady of the house there is an immediate attraction my voice is trembling a little as I try to make my pitch you invite me in leading me to the door, our very breath our bodies are being pulled together you turn & look at me, your head slightly bent to the side, one of your hands absent mindedly tugs at the hem of your dress you bite your lip a little & look right down at the obvious bulge in my pants i'm overcome with desire & can't hear anything but my breathing i know that i can touch you that you'll let me i'm sure of it but what if i'm imagining it i collect myself & start my presentation with a little stammer you giggle a little & stroke your bangs you're sitting on the couch before me your perfect legs are crossed but I can see the bottoms of your thighs you catch me again
My Friend’s Mom – Part 1 [Str8, Fm, mast]
As the title suggests, this is a fictional story about the relationship I had with my friend’s mom.
Living on the same quiet street in a middle-class suburban neighborhood, we all knew each other and from the time I started liking girls, Mrs. Anderson easily became the only one I thought about.
She was a very nice person and always drove us places: the mall, the movies, and the arcade. We were just boys and just wanted to have fun but I always remember having a funny feeling whenever I looked at her boobs. They were gigantic.
You would need to see a picture to adequately understand the absolute girth of Mrs. Anderson’s chest in proportion to the rest of her body. It was like a giant, dangling cliff overhanging her slim belly. In an unreal sort-of-way, it didn’t all add up – many people thought she had implants but the natural shape and shimmy of them proved otherwise.
At one point in time, Mrs. Anderson was a model: slim and busty, she won pageant after pageant and then Mr. Anderson swept her off her feet and married her. Her chest wasn't nearly as big though…until they decided to have a family. Mrs. Anderson had one boy (my friend) and two daughters and a shit-ton of milk.
“The Care Package” by Mucky Sod [MF] [Exhibitionist]
Myandra, or Andy as she liked to be called, was coming back today. I had an ear to ear grin when she called this morning. I was aching to tell her everything about him on the phone, but I chose to wait till she was home. There was so much to tell. Where to start? So much had happened during the past few days.
He showed up a few days ago at my coffee shop; The Café Marguerite! I was cleaning the counter when a pick-up truck pulled up across the street. A man got off from the back of the truck, waved at the driver as he drove off. He turned to look at my café from across the street, and headed toward me. He was a tall, muscular, man. He wore sunglasses, faded jeans and a torn T-shirt and carried an old back pack. A mane of un-kept hair whisked behind him as he walked toward me. I noticed the unshaved stubbles on his chin when he was closer. He looked a lot younger now too.
I was alone in the coffee shop at the time. The lunch crowd, consisting mostly of local folks around this sleepy town, had already left. This was a quiet afternoon for me.
Without A Sound. Parts 1 and 2. [MF] [Train] [Exhibitionist] [First Person]
I’ve been riding the Lakeshore Limited for over an hour and the sun is stretching slowly across the horizon. It’s a warm autumn night, and I’m staring out the window watching the towns fly by as the shadows draw longer over the fields. I’m just starting to nod off as the train comes pulling into Poughkeepsie station. I keep my eyes closed while the couple next to me collects their belongings and makes their way off the train, hoping to fall asleep and shorten my lengthy trip
After a few moments I hear someone nearby stowing their bags overhead. I open my eyes and peek over to see you stretching up to secure your luggage. You’re wearing a knee-length pencil skirt over black leggings. As you push your bags back, your red sweater creeps up your stomach, revealing a sliver of your toned stomach. I turn my head back, closing my eyes before I’m caught. To my surprise you sit down next to me. I wonder what you look like, since I didn’t see your face, but I’m too deep to go back now.
Gone Clubbing [FM+, exh,
It's Friday evening. I'm sitting on my sofa (peach, fabric) watching the start of some movie (rom-com, boring) cradling a bucket of ice-cream (chocolate, half melted), expecting a quiet night. I've already showered off the grime of work and slipped into comfortable pyjamas (baby pink, a sheep motif sown onto the shorts). My phone rings. It's Sarah, a friend. I answer.
Shes going out tonight, just her, and wondered if I wanted to go along. Apparently, there's a killer new club opened up on the outskirts of town. I should really go, she says. Whats the alternative? A trashy movie and a few extra hours in the gym? Yeah, sure I respond. Sounds like fun.
I'm waiting outside when her taxi shows up, snug black t shirt with horizontal slits across the front that leave just enough to the imagination, black stonewashed tight jeans that hug my firm ass, strappy six inch steel spiked heels. I'm out to steal some hearts tonight. The black cab door swings open and I pause just a second to check out Sarah. I'm not the only one dressed to score I think as my eyes absorb her long, chocolate colored legs extending from her short skirt, the smooth ebony flesh of her flat stomach, her pretty face surrounded in fashionably straight dark hair. She was straight, however, until drunk that is. Much to my personal amusement. I'd been sworn to secrecy on more than one morning after.
The taxi wound it's way through the streets and we chatted excitedly, exchanging gossip, compliments, giggling like girls. It came to a stop on the far side of town, on the edge of the warehouse district. We piled out, gathering looks from the clubbers that hadn't made it in the door yet. Sarah led me to the entrance, ahead of the queue, where she flashed a smile at the bouncer who then simply unhitched the rope and opened the door for us. Already I could feel the thump thump thump passing through me, washing away any hesitation.
Through a set of inner doors the music pounded into me, lights flashing all around. Almost the entire club was a writhing mass of bodies. Dancing, drinking, laughter everywhere, flashes of faces for only the briefest of moments before murky twilight reclaimed them. It wasn't hard to become part of all that and I spun from dance partner to dance partner, allowing them only the ghost of a touch before moving on. Men and women passed by in a blur, forgotten in moments. I felt the music pour into me, let the lights dazzle me and all my inhibitions fell away, discarded like clothes on a strangers bedroom floor.
I was so taken by the mood of the room I didn't notice the effect it was having on me. Every touch sent a warm tingle through me, every brush of an arm, grabbed handful and outright grope sent an electric heat to wash over my skin. Giddy, I stumbled backward into waiting arms. Strong and muscular, they wrapped around me, held me tight, made me feel safe in this storm of sensation. Then the hands began to stroke. Not the strong hands that held me, new hands, new hands that roamed. New hands that pawed at my top, tugging the fabric up and off and my bra quickly followed. I couldn't refuse, the heat on my bare flesh had erupted into a fire between my legs. My eyes were closed, I couldn't have seen who the hands belonged to, or even told how many there where, stroking my arms, stomach, grabbing my breasts and pulling them this way and that, finger pinching and tweaking and flicking my nipples into hard nubs of pleasure.
A moan escaped my throat and was swallowed by the room as a mouth enclosed a nipple and sucked, teeth painfully gripping and tugging and even the pain was erotic. I felt a tugging on my jeans even as someone was giving me a hickey on my hip. Suddenly the jeans where gone, pooling around my ankles and there where instantly lips and fingers and tongues all over me. My thighs where pulled apart and a mouth encircled my clit and began to suck gently. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes at each little flick of tongue on my nub and in seconds I was cumming, bucking against the one giving me so much pleasure and pleading for more.
As my orgasm subsided the arms around me withdrew and I pitched forward into yet more bodies, a mass of flesh that held me standing, bent double, my ass in the air on display for everyone to see. More rough hands spanked me, sending ripples of pleasure through me. Someone gripped my hips from behind and a shiver passed along my spine as the head of a thick, hard cock slowly pressed into my aching, wanting pussy. A flare of pain shot through my scalp as someone grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked back, exposing my mouth to a second throbbing member, suddenly stretching my throat. Being bounced between the two men, it was all I could do to gasp through my nose until I felt the one in my mouth twitch and spray hot seed into me, forcing me to swallow every drop. Moments later cock was drilled deep into my cunt and he bathed my womb in cum.
The rest of the night passed by in a blur and I must have passed out at some point. I woke to find myself in my bed, in desperate need of a shower. I went back to the club Saturday night. This time Sarah never leaves my side. We bring each other to intense orgasms in between pleasuring the crowd with our bodies. I take a mouthful of cum and pass it on to her in a hard passionate kiss, barely caring that some has dribbled from our lips to our naked bodies.
Sunday I wake up in her embrace. We shower together. We each take a second shower to get clean. The club is still open. I wonder briefly about how safe all this is, but such a thought stands no chance against that incredible, delirious thumping beat.
I'm answering calls at my desk on Monday. I can't sit still. My body aches all over, a dull throb that keeps me aroused all day. In my mind I'm still in the dark, strobing lights, music so loud I can't hear myself think even if I could form a coherent thought between fuckings.
First Experiences [mt, trans, oral]
I always knew I was different.
I don’t mean that in the way people always do. Everyone was unique in some fashion. I just always knew that I never fit in. That something inside of me was off. That as I developed, I was unhappy with the changes that were occurring, because it was taking me away from what I wish I was. I thought it was just a phase, but as the years passed, I just got more depressed. Other boys were rough, rugged, always playing sports and chasing the girls. And I was none of that. At first, I thought something was wrong with me. I didn’t enjoy the things other guys did. I didn’t have any friends, and was terrible at talking with girls. How could I explain to them that I was jealous of the bodies they had, the things they got to do. Deep down inside, I knew I wanted to be a girl, but I hid from this side of myself. I was afraid. They’d call me a creep, I just knew it. And so I turned to the one place where I could go to be what I wanted. In chat rooms and on forums, I was a girl. It was the only bright spot in my life. I could talk to people without fear, without feeling scared for being different. It was a lie, but it was a lie I enjoyed.
Kate Peeping in on Ben. [Furry][M/F solo][peeping][incest][Straight]
Kate peeping in on Ben
Ben laying back on his bed after a long day at work. His golden fur glowing from just getting out the shower. As Ben flips through the the TV stations trying to find something to watch until he falls asleep. “Oh yea baby you like that?” He stops realizing he has stumbled on to the adult channels. He watches for a seconds feeling the blood slowly rush to his cock. Unwillingly his wandering hand starts to walk down his body getting ever closer to a much needed alone time.
As Ben works up his libido his bouncy sister skips down the hall as her long white fur flows in the air. As she passes Ben’s door she catches the sound of soft moan. She stops leaning in peeping through the cracked door. Her tail starts to wag as the new site of her brother’s cock instantly excites her. She slowly drops to her knees to watch her brother take care of his male needs.
Your Night Is Mine [MF][FDom][exh][oral]
Fireworks burst in the night sky overhead and a menagerie of costumed men and women push past me on the crowded street. The inebriated celebrants shy away and let me pass when I glare them down with my practiced 'Do Not Fuck With Me' face. It takes quite a lot of practice to get it right when you're a five-foot-six woman. I scan the crowd and regain sight of you as you turn down a wide stairway and into an underground concourse. My lips can't help but curl up in a smile.
Your night was mine the moment you decided to cheat in my casino. I may not own the glittering gaming halls of the Peixe Voador, but as a security consultant, it's part of my job to consider the casino's possessions my own. At least when a swindler tries to take them from me.