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Im not used to write very detailed or long posts but since most of the people wanted to hear everything in detail, here i go, please bear with me and let me know in the comments what you think of this ( my master loves reading feedback ).
Since people wanted details let me give a bit of a background too
I have been needing to get this off my chest for a while.
Going to use fake names obviously.
The year was 2015 i had just graduated high school and me and a bunch of friends+ family went on a 3 day trip to mexico.
My friend group was close and all of our parents were good friends as well. Naturally that meant i had been hanging out with and seeing my friends families all the time growing up. There is one friend of mine, i’ll call him Tom, whose older sister i had always had a crush on (i’ll call her Jessica).
She’s about 3 years older than me and was going to college at the time we graduated.
I remember her wearing these tight shorts and tank tops around the house, always making fun of us for doing dumb shit. She was only 3 years older but to me it seemed like a lot more. She is about 5’4, blonde, and was a cheerleader at our highschool.
It was my 25th birthday last night and shit got wild. I love to have fun and get loose but last night really got out of hand.
I’ll admit straight up. I don’t remember most of it. But the parts I do remember were, shots, shots, strip club and then waking up next to the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
I woke up this morning and immediately saw a room I didn’t recognize with a guy I didn’t know. I lifted the sheet up and had a peak and his abs ran down to this large sleeping monster. Its was soft and thick but easily 5 or 6 inches big. I just stared in disbelief untill that familiar tingle started to rise.
I duck my head under the sheet and immediately start worshipping this perfect cock. I went long and slow and soon it had grown to the most perfect size of 9-10 inch and he was clearly awake.
Whats his name reached down and grabbed one of my big tits and started pinching my nipples and then the wetness got to much in between my legs. I threw the sheet back and started climbing up his body. Looking down at it in lust and just dropped my tits in his face as I line up his perfect dick.
From a prompt on /r/dirtywritingprompts – LMK if you want to see more of my stuff
Jenny only had a couple dozen subs. Her huge tits were probably the only reason. She had a different account, but an accidental flash and a twitch ban left her more careful. She usually gamed braless in a camisole with a little elastic shelf – her DDs bouncing and bobbing as she leaned and reacted quickly to the near death moments or surprise kills.
She had never had a proper gaming chair – instead she liked to sit on a hard wooden kitchen chair. The straight back and flat seat made her keep proper posture. In the comfy reclining desk and gaming chairs she would invariably slouch and lean in ways that left her neck and back sore after hours of gaming on a stream.
It was about a month into using the kitchen chair that she realized a surprise bonus of her hard furniture – her suction dildo was great at sticking to the flat wood of the chair’s seat.
Jerome submits once again to his stallion Daddy Dom for the sluttiest of facials…
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Jerome moaned, the collar around his neck, on his knees in the kitchen. A fresh load of cum from his stallion father had only just slipped down his throat, the stud of a stallion looming over him as if he intended, even then, to do far more to him than just spend a load down his throat.
Dom smirked, his lips quirking up a little where the skin showed beyond his short coat of hair, mane a mess after only just getting up. But what could be better than getting up to get his cock sucked by his very own son?
“Not bad… Come here and let Daddy Dom take care of you.”
It was late afternoon by the time the two ran low on money, and it was also right around then that they realized they hadn’t eaten anything since they split a bagel before heading to the beach that morning.
Melody counted out her change onto her friend Kelly’s dashboard. The light turned green, and Kelly accelerated in the only way that teenage girls can accelerate, and the change went everywhere. Into Melody’s skirted lap, between the seats, onto the floor.
“Shit,” said Melody, but apathetically.
Kelly giggled, swerving slightly as she did so. Melody rolled up her window and reached for the air conditioning in the car. The south Florida sun wasn’t any kinder in October than it was in June and nor was the humidity.
With the breeze out of their hair, Melody examined herself in the car mirror, pulling strands of blonde hair from her cleavage, re-arranging her strategically buttoned top.
Melody looked over at Kelly without her noticing. She did this often, comparing their bodies, unsure of herself but sure enough to dress as if she were 100% certain that she was a head turner. Which, of course, she was.
You can find Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n6uswg/not_your_average_barista_part_1_mf_public_free/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)
Benny got up and started undoing his shirt buttons. As he looked around the room, the male customers all looked over, with some holding their gaze longer than others.
Maria was looking Benny straight in the eye, with a cheeky smile printed on her face. Benny knew how obvious his cock looked, and appreciated Maria not making it obvious. He was quite embarrassed to start off with.
As he undid the last button, a gentleman walked through the door. The male looked around 30 years old, a chiseled face with some facial hair. He carried a newspaper under his left arm. The male was wearing a similar outfit to Benny, smart trousers and a shirt.
“My favourite flat white is here!” he proclaimed loudly as if he was talking to the entire room. Benny looked at the server who was smiling, though Benny could easily tell it was a forced one.
“I’ll have my regular please, darling” the man added in a slightly quieter voice as he approached the counter. The server looked over to Maria who nodded to her. It appeared that Maria would take over the coffee making duties whilst the workers tended to the add ons.
With the sun still above the horizon, a tired and young soul walks through the streets on the often traveled road home. This tired man’s name is, Roger. He was once full of potential and optimism for the future. After flunking out of college however, all that was left was fatigue and complacency. Everyone looked to Roger at one point as the best and brightest in his class, despite being no different from anyone else. Everyone imagined a grand future for him and he didn’t understand why. Maybe it was because he didn’t stand out much in the day to day or his quiet demeanor. All he knew is that there was know difference between him and anyone else, for better or worse.
“I don’t even remember the last time I was off of work this early.”, he thought to himself.
It was true. Working at the warehouse, Roger would take on the longer shifts that no one wanted so he would be by himself more often. He preferred it this way over working retail and having to answer whether or not the canned soup had gluten in it, or if the cream of mushroom had gluten, or if even the jerky had gluten. There was many an interrogation about gluten.
It turns out that we have to wait an entire week to see each other again…we both have busy work weeks and prior plans with friends the next Friday so date #2 was set for Saturday. Our plan was to cook dinner together and have movie night at my place. Work is blessedly busy and distracted me for most of the day but each night we would talk on the phone and those conversations were so fun as we learned about each other. You told me stories about your Dad that had me crying with laughter and I shared my stories of growing up in a large family. I found myself really missing our nightly call on Thursday – you were busy until almost 10 pm at work so there was only a short friendly text exchange wishing each other peaceful sleep.
As I got ready for drinks and dinner with friends after work on Friday, you called me. I put you on speaker phone while I got dressed and we agreed to talk before bed later tonight. “Have a great time tonight – talk to you soon babe”, you said. I loved you calling me “babe” and told you so. “Well, babe, I’ll look forward to hearing your sexy voice later..”, you replied making me smile again. “Have fun sexy man. Talk to you soon”, I signed off making kissy sounds and laughing as you replied in kind.
My wife loves to be tied up. Though we started slow, over the years we have become more adventurous. Early on we would buy cheap BDSM gear from popular online sites, but lately we have upped our game. Through trial and error, we have replaced everything with quality items.
Now we have all the gear we ever wanted. The newest and biggest change to our routine was this sex bench, a steel sawhorse with padded platforms for the forearms and legs. It originally came with buckles and straps, but I found they were too weak and moved around too much to really explore having her fully and helplessly restrained. Simple cotton ropes were the perfect upgrade.
It is not something we break out all the time, so when she mentioned it I knew we were in for a great weekend. It was a rare weekend that we would be on our own. Having an empty house meant being able to have sex anywhere and at any time we wanted. I set it up downstairs in the living room and brought out all the toys, including the cameras I have started using to film our exploits. Though I have always had these cameras, I rarely take the time to set them up. Today I was going to take my time. This lazy morning was going to turn into an afternoon of pleasing my wife.