[MFF] listened to my best friend get absolutely destroyed by a monster cock while my fwb blew me

My best friend is an incredibly cute 22yo brunette with a curvy body big pierced tits and probably the most amazing pussy I have ever had (we use to be fwb). We talk and share everything with each-other and she know it’s a huge turn on to talk about who she hooks up with. Last night my current fwb is over and we’re laying in bed late at night after having had an amazing sex session.

We listen to my front door open and she walks in with a tinder date. We both listen as we hear them talk and go into her room making out and undressing each other. My fwb realized I’m rock hard and grabs my cock stroking slowly.

Soon we hear her moans and pounding long strokes. Incredible stamina from this guy as he didn’t let up for a solid 15 min of straight pounding. A short break I’m assuming she’s switching to doggy and he goes at her again. She’s commenting on his size and he go hard as fuck making her scream over and over. I’m about to cum so I tell my fwb to swallow it. Another few min of hard pounding and moaning and I blow hard as fuck into my fwb mouth and she swallows all of it.

Wake-Up Call [F/m]

[Sleep Play] [Teasing] [Orgasm Denial]

The sound of birds outside the window eased him into consciousness. It was rare that he was allowed to spend the night, and he knew he’d have to leave soon. But the soft breathing next to him convinced him to stay right where he was, enveloped in the cocoon of sheets and blankets that made up his mistress’ bed.

She was sleeping on her side, with her back to him. Too tired to think, he rolled to face her. He inched closer, until his chest met her back, and he could feel the contour of her body against his own. The earthy, spiced scent of her perfume wafted its way into his senses, and he sank into the comfort of his mistress’ aura. He wrapped his arm around her waist. She was a tiny woman; who knew she could hold so much strength?

Meeting my French penpal: Part 3 – Camille’s date (FFM) (Fiction)

That evening, after our adventure in the library, I was back in my apartment, watching TV. I couldn’t really concentrate on it though because I kept thinking about Camille. I’d been serious earlier when she asked if I was a jealous person and I told her I wasn’t but I was beginning to have doubts. To me, she wasn’t just a casual fuck. We’d spent a whole year sending each other letters and building up a friendship and I felt we had a connection. I couldn’t get the idea of her fucking someone else out of my mind (even if, admittedly, the idea of her fucking another woman was incredibly hot). I decided to go for a shower and then to bed.

I was in the shower for about fifteen minutes and, when I got out, I noticed I had a message on my phone. I opened it and saw it was Camille –

“Hi, my new friend really likes the taste of your cum from my pussy. Now she wants to try some from the source.”

Beneath that message were two others – a picture of a woman’s head in between Camille’s legs and a shared location address.

Vodka martini, whatever you’ve got handy, rocks, with a twist

“Can’t believe I didn’t have a chance to run home before you guys bombarded me to go out tonight…I’m stuck in dress clothes, shirt, tie, slacks, oxfords, the whole 9 yards and you jerks are casual,” I said to my buddies as we stepped on the elevator.

“Overdressed and overeager,” chimed in a winking gray-haired man as the elevator doors swung full open. The group broke out in laughter. I broke out in red face.

“God damnit, why am I so fucking loud?” I asked myself under breath as I found myself in the corner of the lift. Doors closing, slowly rolling up to the 9th floor.

I stepped off, bewildered at how beautiful this place was. Floor to ceiling 12 foot windows; clear views of the summer city night skyline glimmering like the star washed water I saw last year at the lake house; chrome adorned fabrications everywhere I looked; sexy souls searching for something crammed in every corner to vie for another. “This just might be okay,” I thought.

Brotherly Love, Chapter 1.

# “Brotherly Love”, a secret co-written erotica exposed.

Elaine sighed as she rolled in her bed for what had to be the millionth time that night. The moon hung high in the sky, clouds shrouding and hugging beneath it, though the shine still casted a pale glow across her body. Nights like this we’re a bitch. It didn’t help that Alex had his laptop running on almost full volume. Usually the noise was welcomed— the silence was frightening. Nearly an hour passed before she threw the covers up and over her legs. There was no way she was going to get to sleep right now. Almost one in the morning and not a single wink. Her eyes averted to her laptop- maybe if Alex was awake he’d want to play something with her, or watch another Game Grumps re-run. Elaine couldn’t stand being bored. Walking over to her dresser she caught herself in the mirror; a small pink tank top, black boy shorts and knee high striped socks.

I [m] experienced the best night of sex from her [f] ever

We’ve been drinking all night, relaxing and catching up. Enjoying each other’s company and sharing laughs. We’ve been flirty, sitting with my arm around you and your hand on my leg. We’re in the middle of watching something when you suddenly get up, get on your knees, and start fumbling with my belt and zipper. You’re in such a hurry that you don’t even pull my pants off, you just whip out my now hardening dick and pop it straight into your mouth. I moan in surprise and you use your tongue all over the head as I quickly get rock hard for you. You help my pull my pants and boxers down without my dick ever leaving your mouth. You take a second to tell me to tap your shoulder when I’m close to cumming, then get right back to work.

Now you really start to work my cock, letting your spit drip down the shaft so you can jerk it while you play with the head. My breathing picks up as I hear you slobbering and bobbing on my cock. You occasionally look up at me and make eye contact as your tongue flicks and circles the head which drives me crazy.

Wedding reception hijinks 02 (incest)

Connor was ready to get the next two set. This was another special, incest-laden fuck. His aunt, Vanessa Hannan was a 40-year-old, certified MILF. She was originally from Southern Spain, had a darker complexion, beautiful face with big, full cocksucker lips and huge dark eyes, long black hair, big round tits, curvy hips, and a JLo ass. He’d stroked the meat several times imagining himself fucking the delectable Mrs. Hannan, bringing a huge rush of cum spewing out.

The spicier aspects, she was still married, her husband was away on a business trip, and she had caught on to what was going to happen, approached Connor and told him point-blank that she wanted in on the fun. Connor was happy to set that up, oh this was going to be a good one. Her 18-year-old son Scott was going to unknowingly have a hot sex session with her. Probably her son had loose lips and had let the plan slip to his Mom. Connor grinned, he is going to be using those lips on his own mother’s cunt.

He texted her, and in the lobby, the tight dress she was wearing, oh fuck, what a great package.

New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 239-241) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]

**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.

Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.

## 239: Penetrating Deep

“PETER KILL EVIL BIMBO!” Peter’s head roared as the monster dashed at Beatrice.

“Looks like there’s little doubt concerning which of the two participants our lovebirds hold a bigger grudge against,” Thelicia commented. “Skewering a man’s penis like a sausage at a campfire will do that.”

The monster aimed to squash Beatrice with its war hammer, but Beatrice avoided the attack.

“Eh?” Beatrice noticed a difference in the monster’s attacks. Just as the two engaged in combat again, Number Sixty-six took a deep breath, collecting air into her lungs, and breathed out through her mouth the same smog that she unleashed before, handing out a second dose of her fumes to Beatrice and the monster.

My [42M] massage therapist [f] is getting more bold. (Part 2)

Well it finally happened.

(You can find the original story in my post history.
TL;DR My massage therapist was intrigued by my massive cock and got more bold over time.)

I went back a few times after my first post on this and she was not working the night I showed up.

This weekend however, I showed up and she was at the door, excited to see me. She asked where I have been and I told her I was there a few times on nights that she wasn’t.

She showed me to my massage room and I did the usual, got fully undressed and slipped under the towel, face down with it covering my mid section. A moment later she knocks and walks in, once again telling me how happy she was to see me. Then she pulled the towel off completely and threw it down next to my feet. My cock and balls would be 100% visible between my legs.

[MF] Walked in on my gf masturbating

Me: 24M, 5’11”, average length 😉
Her: 25F, 5’2”, petite B-cup with a nice behind to squeeze

A couple weeks ago I was treated to quite the show.

It’s typical for me to head to her apartment after work on Friday’s and spend the night. She’s a nurse, so her hours are super irregular, and most of the time I sleep in at her place while she has to work early on a Saturday morning. This particular Friday, my office decided to close down early to get its employees a head start on the incoming snowstorm (really nice of them!) I packed my things and decided to head straight to my girlfriend, assuming it would be okay.

15 minutes later I arrived at her apartment. Most Friday’s she leaves the front door unlocked so I can let myself in when she knows I’m coming over, but this time it was locked. I knocked, but no response. Fishing around in my pocket, I found the spare key she had given me a month ago, then entered the apartment.