The Farm Life (Part 14) [NB][Hucow][Breeding][Knotting][Drugged]

Alex was sitting in their room watching TV and relaxing, there was a knock on the door.

“Come in!” Alex said.

The door opened and Greg stepped through, he had a worried expression on his face. “How are you doing Alex?” He asked, entering the room. “I heard about Carter, he’s left and he won’t be coming back.”

“My ass is sore, probably going to bruise, but I’m okay otherwise, he couldn’t really hurt me.” Alex said, smiling at Greg, thrilled he was back.

Greg nodded, “Do you need time to recoup from that? Would you like to see Dr. Teff at all?”

Alex smiled at their favourite person in the whole farm, “No Greg, but thank you, I’m okay to keep going.”

Greg looked over Alex’s body, “Looks like you need a milking, and after what happened there’s no chance the bull’s seed took, what with Carter flooding your insides with that soap…. God Alex, I’m so sorry you experienced that.” He reached out a hand and gently patted the top of Alex’s knee.

[MF] This is why you go back to university as an older student. I (37m) fucked a tiny, kinky teen (19f).

I am currently at university doing an MBA, as part of the programme they paired us with some younger business school student groups to work on design thinking projects. Very cool and something I have a lot of experience and passion for.

I ended up getting along quite well with one of the students and she asked for a contact so we can talk about some projects in the future, I was more than happy to help. A few nights later we had been texting a bit about one of her upcoming assignments when the conversation started to change. It wasn’t too long until we were a very hot and dirty conversation and she was telling me about her thing for older men, especially much bigger guys.

I should pause here to describe us both, I’m 6’7 and pretty broad, think rugby player build (I tried rugby, I was terrible). She’s about 4’11, small, slim, cute as hell, dyed reddish hair and somewhat delicate looking.

[NB] first time guy had his way with queer sexworker me

This happened last night and I made the post in another sub. But I feel like this sub would also like it.

I’m going to post this here, gay isn’t exactly the right word I’d use for me but it’s more like queer. I am a proud sex worker who is kind of between gender identities. At first I was 100% trans, then COVID hit and I kind of lost touch with my feminine side. Now I came back to feeling like a girl again but not as feminine as before and honestly I just wanna be me.

This hook up happened a few hours ago. I am currently travelling for work. Short info: if you want to rake in the big bucks as a sex worker you travel and be the new thing everybody wants to be with in a new town. Add in the time limited factor and you get a ton of clients.

Today was one of these days. Someone who wanted to try sex with another person with a dick. He wanted me to come dressed in my schoolgirl outfit. After all the boring stuff was out of the way, I waited in my hotel room.

The Dinner Party [MF mf over 30]

Gary and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. We grew up together, played together, and went to school together in the same small town from kindergarten through high school. Although we attended different colleges we stayed in close touch and ended up working in the same big city. When I married Lucy Gary was my best man, and for quite a while the thee of us spent time together — he and Lucy hit it off so well, it was just an easy and natural fit.

I met and married Lucy well before Gary was involved with anybody special. A few years ago he met Teresa, and soon it was clear that their relationship was serious. They got engaged about six months after they met and were married a year after that.

I believed that Gary loved Teresa, and I believed that she loved him, too. However, part of me had to selfishly admit that I missed the days when the three of us could just hang out. Teresa was always cordial toward Lucy and me, but she was just… what? Honestly, a little bit of a stick in the mud. Sweet and generous but missing that spark and spontaneity.

Vanessa and her professor (FM)

Vanessa took a deep breath before she knocked on her professor’s office door. She knew she wasn’t doing well in his class. Not for lack of trying. But she was picking up as many shifts at work as possible and it was causing her to not spend as much time studying as she should. She needed to argue her case. Explain and hope he would give her some extensions on her work. She was almost going to leave when he finally opened the door.

“Hello, Vanessa. Nice to see you. What can I help you with?” He asked while motioning her into his office.

He took one of the two chairs facing his desk. Vanessa hesitantly took the other, wishing he was behind his desk. To give her that buffer. She wasn’t in the habit of lying to herself and she probably spent more time in class thinking about what his dick looked like than she should have. She took another big breath. That was a mistake as she could smell his cologne. Vanessa felt her pussy get damp. I need to get on with it she thought.

[MF] [18+] Taking You Like An Animal

Warm delicious smells waft through the air straight to your nostrils. Clunk’s of glasses, scraping of plates and muffled conversations from other tables reach your ears.

You still remember the events of a few hours ago so vividly. Like it’s happening right now.

***

How I turned to you and looked into your eyes. You saw that knowing look in my eyes. And you knew.

You knew that I knew you were always checking me out when you thought I couldn’t see.

That one moment overwhelmed you. The experience of knowing that you were finally found out. Your secret cravings exposed. But also the relief of not having to tell me, the struggle to find the words or the embarrassment of standing before me.

And as those feelings race through you, you couldn’t hear the rest of our team around us, the loud machines, it was just me and you.

Cumming next to the Repairman in China [MF]

[Playing next to the Repairman](https://imgur.com/a/4vlbHVE)

Miss Peach sat next to me on the sofa.  The short denim, blue jean shorts just barely covering her gorgeous ass.  To call it a one-inch inseam would be too generous.  On top, Miss Peach was wearing a casual beige t-shirt over her perfect tits.  A tall, Chinese Sex Goddess, Miss Peach looked fucking perfect as she relaxed, her body soft and supple and melted against me.

We had already fucked like wild a bit earlier, with Miss Peach so wet that her own juices rolled down her thighs as I pounded her from behind.  I had shot cum on her ass as her legs shuddered, leaning forward onto the bed, panting.

So now we were just chilling out, sitting on the sofa, waiting for the repairman team and gently touching one another.

Miss Peach was to my left, leaning back, feet braced on the ottoman, her legs spread shamelessly.  I was running my fingers in lazy, random patterns up and down the inside of her thighs.  Her legs are the color of ivory, smooth and perfectly shaped.  Her skin so soft and pure that it feels like white silk.

Caught Bluffing [FM]

Last month I finished a real-estate convention in Vegas. My brokerage had a booth and we covered things like market trends, forecasts, raw material costs and interest rates. Blah, blah, blah. It was work but it’s what I do!

For those of you who have attended these functions, there is your working floor space and an area behind your booth to conduct private negotiations, contracts, etc.

The first day was going well when I noticed a man in the next booth consistently looking my way. When our eyes met he politely nodded and we went about our business. When things had slowed I saw him walking my way. He introduced himself as Jack and told me a little about his business. He was in his forties, good shape, with a definite swagger. Maybe that’s putting it too mildly. He was cocky almost to a fault.

He explained that in his previous life he was a fighter pilot and trained in Miramar. (top gun) I’m sure many panties came off right then but I wasn’t buying the goods. He asked me to dinner and drinks after the day had ended. I graciously declined while informing him that I was happily married.

[M]e and my my [F]riends wife.[Part 2]

Please go back and read part 1 if you haven’t gives a lot of backstory to how this happens and has descriptions, introduction etc once again good stuff at ————-

After about a month of sexting with B almost daily enough was enough and we needed each other the only problem was the husband and how close our friend group was, we started talking how we could do this we where about 3 hours apart I can drive, she can’t but we agreed hotel in a new city close enough if she needed to go home she could.

We finally decided on the details of it, a Friday night in a well known hotel chain, she was going to “visit her sister” who the husband did not like so worked in our favour and I was “hanging out with some work friends”.

When she finished work she went to check into the hotel and sent me several pictures to show me she was there, I was driving down (it was about a 3 hour drive for me) and only saw these when I stopped for a break and very swiftly replied with all the things I would do to her once I got there.

Therapist Tries Role Play to Help Patient [M26/F30]

After two years of therapy I still hated my father, lost patience with my mother, was embittered towards my older brother, and didn’t know what career I wanted to pursue. So I was skeptical about its efficacy, but since I was covered by insurance (through the job I wanted to leave but didn’t know where I’d go) I decided to stick it out. Maybe I’d have a break through.

Or maybe I was attracted to my therapist. She was only a few years older than me with straight dark brown hair, brown eyes, and lightly bronzed skin on a thin, but feminine build. She was cold but attentive. Sometimes she was brutally honest with me about my kvetching but it never read as mean. She was the ultimate professional. She’d wear black turtlenecks that hugged her frame perfectly over plaid skirts and black pantyhose. Her face was always adorned with wire frame glasses, dark lipstick, and an even, steady gaze.

Maybe I just came back to see her, hoping to win her approval, or inspire her to show a modicum of emotion towards me. But she never did: always the professional.