The Pizza Club (part 1) [gay] [mmm4m] [gangbang]

What the HELL was I doing?!?! Too late. The door swung open and there was nowhere to go.

“Uh….pizza delivery?” I said sheepishly, and before I knew it I was being ushered inside a dark hotel room full of scantily clad men.

Okay. Back up.

I swear, I’m a straight male with a girlfriend. But, well I’ve always been majorly submissive, your stereotypical “nice guy” type. It didn’t help that I was only 5 foot 7. I had a nearly 7-inch dick, but it wasn’t exactly beefy. Pencil dick was an apt description.

And so, with all that I brought a lot of insecurities to the bedroom. It wasn’t long before I began looking at gay and sissy porn, cuckold fantasy and so much more. All of this behind my girl’s back.

The more I looked, the more I wanted to try something with an actual guy. And so, me and her began experimenting with toys. Butt plugs, dildos, strap-ons.

She personally had zero interest in anal play, but she wanted me to be happy, so she began drilling my ass on the regular.

Elsa, the Pirate Queen pt. 1

The young lady, who had to recover herself from her surprise at hearing her uncle’s voice in the dark, was now on the alert for his coming. She heard him approaching along the passage; and she waited with all her senses upon the alert — not so much as a breath of wind would have escaped her notice. The door opened softly upon her. He stood there, in the light that fell through the open door.

“Uncle,” said she, “how came you here?”

He did not answer. His manner indicated but one thing: he had come by stealth to see her.

“I thought I saw your shadow pass the window,” continued she.

“Yes, my dear Elsa, I am here.”

She stepped forward quickly and took his hand.

“Oh, Uncle!” cried she, “why did you come? What do you want?”

“I have come to tell you what I think of that man,” replied he, sternly.

“What! — whom?”

“That man who is your lover.”

Her face turned pale as death. Her eyes grew wide as the moons. She made no reply.

“You know me well enough to be sure that I speak nothing but truth,” added he.

Free Use Resort – Chapter 14

“What happened to your wristband?” I asked, sitting the bag down next to her lounge chair.

“I decided to take a break for a while. It’s not even noon yet and already four different guys fucked me, sucked two dicks and ate some lady’s pussy. It’s time for a break. Is there sunscreen in there?” She asked, turning her head to the side trying to see me as she laid on her stomach.

I pulled the bottle from the bag and held it out to her.

“Would you be kind enough to do the honors for me?”

“I would love to,” I said. My cock was already growing from listening to her recap her morning sexcapades. This wasn’t going to help the situation and even though I was wearing my wristband I didn’t believe my chances of being used were all that great here on the far end of the beach.

“Did you enjoy watching me be used on the beach earlier?” She asked as I squirted a handful of lotion onto my palm.

[MF] My Incredibly Kinky Married Friend

Me and D have been in an affair now for about a month, it all started one day when I took my chances and went for it while her husband was at work during the day. Since then we’ve escalated our affair to raw, unapologetic fucking three or four times a week while her husbands out.

She started off pretty reserved, slightly posh and a mother she’s slowly opening up every time we get together, showing me a side of her that I never dreamed of existing until now. What started with simple cowgirl and doggy has escalated to choking, spanking, rough and wild hair pulling loud sex that leaves her neighbours wondering when the hell does her husband ever leave.

For example, Tuesday morning comes and goes and I’m relaxing pretending to programme during my arduously pointless work from home job. My phone lights up, a message from D via t-gram which she downloads and deleted every day like clockwork to hide our trail of sexts and nudes. I unlock my phone to see a picture of her topless in panties, hiding her breasts with a simple question:

“Are you coming over?”

[MF] I (21F) had sex with another man and my bf actually liked it

There’s a club that I often go to with my female friends when we have a girls night out. We usually try to stay away from guys and just enjoy each other’s company since all of us are in serious relationships and we just wanna have some girl time.

There was this one guy though that seemed like he was always there. WE had all noticed him since he was quite attractive. One time he came to our table and bought us all drinks. He was very kind and didn’t actually make any moves on any of us. We started talking and I asked him if he came often to this club. (As if I hadn’t noticed him before) He said he used to work here about 10 years ago and most of the staff are his friends. Now he works in an office but he visits the club quite often to hang out with his ex colleagues and he also often brought some of his knew colleagues to the club. I asked him how old he was since to me, being 21, 10 years ago seemed like forever ago. He was 36 and he used to work there while completing his master’s degree.

Your naughty babysitter [18f]

I’ve been waiting for this day.

Ever since I started, months ago, I’ve been fantasizing about you finding me. When I stuff my pussy with that dildo you saw me with, I imagine it’s you. When I hear your car in the driveway, my abused folds only get wetter. When you pay me for watching the kids my mind drifts to you paying me for *other* services. Not that you’d need to. I’m a good girl, I’d do it for free.

Did you ever suspect it? Did I leave my scent in the air, arousal, and sweat, and sex? Did you ever think twice about the perk of my nipples on those days I was bold enough to forego a bra? Did you find the panties I left in your bed that one night, and realize that your wife’s were two sizes larger?

You did, didn’t you. You just didn’t know it was for you.

The panties were the most adventurous of a recent series of experiments. I was growing restless. I craved the thrill of being caught, but was just afraid enough of the aftermath to refrain from anything too drastic.

[F] (24) Art Deco dick – Part I

I matched with another guy on a Friday night a couple months ago.

Typically if the vibe is right, I don’t mind moving off Bumble to Snap or IG. (I’m trying not to get banned). I should preface with the fact that I enjoy pleasing. Guys who are bold enough to escalate the conversation get rewarded. If a guy asks me to send a snap I usually do it. He sent me a few snaps that left me wanting more. After talking all Saturday I was convinced he was not going to murder me so we decided to meet that evening.

After a shower I changed into a dress and of course no bra. I asked him if he had any requests.

His response: “bring a gag and the Hitachi”

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Obviously this barely fit

FYI this wand is as big as it looks. It did not fit in my purse properly but I stuffed it in.

From now on we’ll call him Arthur.. Quick info on him, he is 6 feet tall, brown hair, green eyes, Hot AF, a dog in his Profile, and the Artsy boi type. House pants all over the place. A few tattoos and he vaped with a puffbar.

[MF] How to have sex with a beautiful stranger. With a catch…

Were I to grab myself from the past, the one about to answer that call, I would’ve proceeded to call him an idiot whose libido roared over basic self-preservation. If ever I lived up to the male stereotype of having two heads but lacking the blood flow to run both at the same time, that night was it.

The whole thing was shady from the get-go, but something in me just wanted to believe, like Mulder with UFOs. So when “Tina” posted in a public chat room if there were any men in my then age range without any plans for the night, I reflexively replied. Fifteen minutes later, she messaged me privately, asking to call me.

“Hi there,” an anxious female voice greeted me when I picked up.

“Hi,” I greeted her back, “so what are you looking for?”

“Here’s what I really wanted to try. Can you get a hotel for the night?”

“I suppose so, but…”

“Perfect,” she excitedly cut me off, “so I would meet you there and we’ll have sex.”

“Hold on, hold on. I can get a hotel, that’s not a problem. But can we maybe exchange some pictures or…?”

I Accidentally Turned My Mother Into A Sex Robot [M/F, Incest – Mom/Son, Mind Control/Hypnosis Drugging, Sexual Enslavement] Book 1, Pt 2

[Part One Here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vcg0yz/i_accidentally_turned_my_mother_into_a_sex_robot/)

**PART TWO, Book 1:**

My pulse hammers so hard in my brain that I can’t think straight. My mom saunters over to me, her breasts jiggling enticingly, her hips sashaying back and forth with each catlike stride. I want to tell her that this isn’t funny, that it’s not right to tease her son like this, but my mouth won’t work right, only groaning uselessly as she sinks to her knees before me.

No girl has ever looked at me the way my mom is looking at me right now. Like she wants to consume me—to devour my cock and cum with her plump, painted lips. When she rests her warm hand on my bare knee, I suddenly realize that she’s not joking or teasing me, and that the pills have definitely altered her somehow.

“Mom, I think the drugs have kicked in,” I bite out.

My voice is low and hoarse, like I’ve been kicked in the throat. I want to push her away, but at the same time, I want her to keep touching me. God, I’m such a fucking pervert. I’m definitely going to go to hell if I don’t stop this.

Playing Around Before the Party (MF)

Her string top pushed up her light cleavage so much that as I was driving I could see the small mounds jiggling on every turn. A part of me was hoping that I could turn hard enough that the shirt would slip and her breast would come out. It would give me an excuse to pullover and place it in my mouth. I looked over at her and I could tell right away that she knew what I was thinking. She brought her hands with sparkling nails up to her breasts and bounced them up for me.

“You like what you see daddy?” She licked her lips then moved her hand down to the crotch of my jeans. She gave it a hard grab then dragged her nails over the fabric.

“Ohh baby girl, don’t make me pull this car over,” I replied. My eyes went over her perfectly set face. Lip gloss that made her lips shine, eyeliner and mascara that highlighted her brown eyes, blush that helped show her facial structure. Her black curly hair flowed out of a bandana that she put over the front of her hair. She looked absolutely delicious, it ran through my head many times to skip the party and take her straight home to bend her over. Maybe even place her on the counter and just plow into her before she can even remove any clothes.