[MF] Blindfolded wife (f31) – Part 1

I sat there at the edge of the bed and watched as this young white man continued to slide his cock in and out of my wife’s soaking wet pussy. Each time he pulled out it was covered in more and more of her cream making it easier and easier for him to slide in.

He held my blindfolded wife by the neck with one hand lightly squeezing as he drove his cock in and squeezed her breasts with his free hand at the same time. She was nearing another orgasm and was trying to pull him in with her legs unable to use her hands which I had tied to the bed earlier.

I had cum a few minutes earlier almost as soon as he inserted his dick into her pussy for the first time. Watching as his white dick disappeared into my wife’s brown pussy. I had planned this trip for years but could never have imagined it would have this affect on me, that it would make me this horny but here I was sitting there with my second erection in a matter of minutes ready to cum again.

The awards ceremony (MF)

This story happened a couple of years ago now but wanted to share as it is still one of my favorites.

A little back story, I joined a large company where everyone is their own franchisee. Self employed under a large banner essentially. I signed up to start with them in October, and promptly was invited to their annual awards/Xmas show. I didn’t really know many people from the company but the wife and I agreed to go to meet some people and do some networking. We would know approximately 5 people of the roughly 250 there.

The day of the awards came, my wife took the Friday afternoon off of work to have time to do her hair and make up. I poured her a drink and went back to finish off the last of my work. She came out of the bathroom and looked amazing. She slipped on the smallest black lacy g-string and got her dress out of the cupboard, an emerald green, knee length satin number, tight body hugging and almost backless. She slipped it on and it looked incredible on her. Stilettos finished the outfit off. I got ready to go, Chino’s, a shirt and a blazer.

Being blown in a free use airport

The walk was excruciatingly painful. His dick was pushing against the zipper of his pants and his balls were crying for release. The teasing woman had been enough to set him off. Desperate to change the scenery and get her off his mind, he half walked half jogged down the winding grey airport hallways until he saw the baggage claim. Slowing to walk, so as not to seem like a crazy person, he began looking for his flight’s appropriate baggage claim.
Let’s just get my luggage and get out of here before I embarrass myself.
Before he could find the right one, the lady from the immigration line waved him over. She had taken off her business coat and unbuttoned quite a few buttons on her blouse, revealing a beautiful set of breasts lightly cupped by a red lacy bra. She was also sporting a similar red armband.
He walked over to her. “Get your bags yet?” He asked. Damn what a stupid question.
“Not yet. How was your orientation?”
He tried not to blush. “Fine, I took the pill of course.”
She stepped in closer until she was right under his nose. “It didn’t leave you a little horny?”
Ben gulped. He was extremely horny. He was the horniest he’d ever been in his life.
Without asking, the woman began to fiddle with the buckle on his pants. A second later, she popped open his fly and slide down his pants. His dick sprang free and pointed straight at her.
“You don’t mind if I…” She looked up at him.
He was too nervous to make a sound. An eternity later, he felt her warm breath on his member and then she engulfed him. The thrilling sensation rushed through his entire body. Ben threw his head back in complete rapture.
Living completely in the moment, he ignored the public around him and simply enjoyed the woman giving him a blowjob. He let out a groan as she circled her tongue around the tip.
She was definitely a pro. She began to bob her head up and down, forcing her throat to open wider with every thrust. He looked down at her blonde hair, unsure of whether to touch her head or not.
Seeming to sense his indecision, she looked up at him and said. “Go ahead, love. I want this as much as you do.”
And with a flick of her wrist, she flipped her business skirt up over her hips exposing a bright pink thong nestled between her cheeks. Ben couldn’t resist giving her perfect ass a spank. She moaned on his dick, begging for more.
He began thrusting his hips, his whole body arching to meet her face.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a few people watching them. A man was openly masturbating to the sight of them and a woman next to him had a hand down her pants.
Ben didn’t care.
His attention was fully on the woman blowing him. She had one hand on his dick and another hand on her clit.
Ben was in heaven. The sight, the stimulation, and the hours of teasing began to send him over the edge.
In an absurd act of bravery, he reached down with one arm and ripped open her shirt, and began messaging her breasts.
She moaned even louder.
That sent him over the edge. He tried to warn her, “I’m close…” He mumbled. She moaned again and began to massage her clit even faster.
A moment later, he tensed and unleashed the hours of pent-up sexual frustration down this unknown woman’s throat.
She took every drop, slurping it up like ice cream. She cleaned him up and gave his cock a kiss before straightening up and looking him in the face. A small drop of cum leaking from her red lips.
“Thank you. That was lovely” She said. “And with a member like that, you’ll do fine here. I just wished we could have done more.” She motioned to the armbands which constructed them from both having further intercourse.
He looked down, expecting his dick to be softening, but it wasn’t. It stood erect as ever.
“Me too. Thank you. That was amazing.” Ben said in a haze.
Instead of repositioning her skirt over her ass, the woman simply unzipped the side, slipped out of it, and threw it in her purse.
Ben thought he might be in love. “I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name.”
She laughed. “Don’t worry about it. Things like that don’t matter here. I’m just lucky I got to be your first.” She gave his dick another squeeze. “Oh, there’s my bag!”
A few moments later Ben grabbed his black duffle bag from the luggage carousel and headed for the exit.
The woman was already gone, the last he saw of her was her beautiful tan legs stepping into a taxi.

[MF][First Person] A story about a girl and a party

I was at a party many years ago and met a girl who was there from out of town. She was thick af so obviously she caught my eye. My friend encouraged me to go talk to her and after a fashion I did. She told me she was in town visiting a friend (who was also there, and I knew). She was a bit timid as she didn’t really know many people there and her friend was off chatting with another group.

So, we sat on the couch and just made small talk for a while. She told me she knew a few other people around the area, but most were not at the party. As these things always seem to do, the discussion turned towards relationships and then sex. The more drinks we had the further down that road we went.

[GAY] My (M32) first gay experience (m25)

I am no stranger to kinky sex – sex with strangers, in public, or crossing new boundaries; this story is all three.

A few years back I was dating this girl (name not important) and while she was alright, she was a massive cheater who regularly went out to find some new dick instead of keeping it at home. After the 2nd time, I got tired of her shit and dumped her. Her roommate, Eli, was a twinky fun-loving gay man that had lived with her for the majority of the time we were together.

During parties at her place he would always quiz me why I’d never tried to swing the other way, and I admitted on a couple of occasions that I’d kissed a guy here and there but never dove in head-first. He would flirt playfully, but kept our boundaries intact since he was respectful like that. He was shorter than me, maybe 5′ 7″ and very thin. He always wore light makeup and more feminine clothing. He kept his short crop of black hair very clean and always had a great smile. I, on the other hand was a little more of a man’s man. I am 6′ 1″ and fairly fit, but not buff. I typically wore the same blue jeans and style of flannel shirt everyday, but he said he liked the idea of “being able to turn a straight gay” so it didn’t bother me that we were too different.

I was his maid for the evening [MF]

There is one utterly perfect time to talk about sex, and that is after you have it. The walls come down (or, when the sex is especially good, the walls are demolished via wrecking ball). Your bodies are tingly, your minds are sleepy and uninhibited. This is the perfect setting to discuss what it is you really want–what it is you might be too stiff or too scared to say otherwise.

I was in such a state of languid happiness when I told my boyfriend what it was I wanted. I’d been thinking about it for a while. Walking into his apartment, seeing the piles of papers scattered in random places, the bare walls, the residue on his stovetop, the clouded bathroom mirror. It was low-grade bachelor pad mess, but mess nonetheless.

I told him I wanted to clean up his apartment.

Now, you may ask, why is she talking about cleaning in bed? For those of us who genuinely enjoy doing the dishes (yes, we exist), cleaning actually brings us satisfaction.

But there is more to this fantasy, I promise.

Behind the Mask, Chapter 18 [fm] [Incest] [Cousin/Cousin]

[Chapter 17](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rt11c4/behind_the_mask_chapter_17_fm_incest_cousincousin/)

My new fiancé had my dead cousin and boyfriend’s heart.

I turned to get out of my chair, but my legs didn’t have any strength left. Alain steadied me, taking the briefcase from me and setting it aside. The doctor began discreetly raking up the money I’d tossed onto his desk. It was strange. I started tuning into peripheral things rather than our immediate surroundings. I could hear the PA announcement outside crystal clear, but whatever Alain was saying to me was muffled beyond comprehension. Please, not another panic attack. The first one sucked enough.

“I’m ‘ere, *mademoiselle.* Focus on your breathing,” he was saying as he came back into focus.

Now things were starting to make sense. Charles really wasn’t August’s benefactor, nor was he in cahoots with him. It was Uncle Ian taking care of the man with his son’s heart. As for his memories… It wasn’t possible.

“Doc,” I said shakily, and he quickly pushed his new funds to the side. “Is it possible for the recipient of a donated organ to have the memories of the donor?”

Alanah, Queen of Hearts Chapter 2

DISCLAIMER: This series will contain heavy themes of cuckoldry and cheating.

Tim was not a stranger to having women push him up against the walls of their apartments or homes, hungrily clawing at his clothes and nibbling on his bottom lip to urge him to get as horny as they were. It always worked, sometimes it would be he who would pull and tear at a skimpy dress, or remove a bra from under their tight tops. He usually hid his eagerness to please his pull, letting his actions speak for him. That night was no different for Tim; except for the fact that the woman whom he managed to seduce back to her place was a woman he recognised.

The once Mrs. Mendoza, now returning to her maiden’s name Miss. Reid, had been his college professor. A tall, Asian beauty, with pouty fat lips and a body to kill for. Her bright blue eyes gleamed in the dim light of her new single roomed flat, and could not contain the lust she had for her once star pupil. With the heel of her black stiletto pushing against her front door she slammed it shut, giggling as Tim kissed her, and held her thin waist through the deep blue silk of her tight bodycon dress.

[MF] Holiday Hookup with a Married Woman

Holiday Hookup with a Married Woman.

This is not a true story just a fun fantasy I played out with a sexy older woman on reddit. They know who they are 😉. I thought I should write it out and expand on it.

I was holidaying in New Jersey, USA. I was travelling alone, I felt I needed a break from all the drama back in the UK. I had a nice hotel, plenty of spending money and I intended to have fun, relax and clear my head.

About 13:00 I was just in the town browsing some stores and while look at clothes I stepped out in the isle without paying attention. I walked straight into someone and knocked them to the ground. I am 6’3 and this person bounced off me and on to the floor.

“I’m so sorry” I said immediately, apologies come automatic from the British. I looked down and saw a woman in a blue dress sprawled on the floor, her shopping falling out of its bag. I got on my knees and immediately helped her up and put her shopping the bag.

The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel, Chapter 54

“Open this damn door!” Rod’s voice screeches from outside. “What the hell could you be trying to keep out?”
 

Bruce hobbles to the door and opens it. “Big flaming nuisances,” he grins at Rod.
 

“Oh you think you’re funny now. I…” Rod enters and stops, his eyes fixed on Moose. He stands frozen for a moment before walking over to the seated giant, picking up his sizable flaccid dick, and looking at it like a lost treasure.
 

“Can I help you?” Moose says nervously.
 

“Oh you could help me in so many ways, you beautiful giant bastard,” Rod responds, not taking his eyes off of the now hardening member. He starts to slowly stroke it.
 

“Rod?” Bruce says trying to get his attention but to no avail.
 

“ROD!” Bruce booms, breaking the trance.
 

“I… uh…” Rod stammers for a second then lets Moose go, his dick slapping against his thigh with a smack. “Cover that thing up or leave me alone with it! Either way Rod has work to do!”
 

He walks over to CC. “Is that one yours?” he says her.