Everybody in your family left for the weekend and I’m working the Saturday so you’re home alone bored af. So you start cleaning; just doing general house chores. You’re just finishing up the last of the dishes when I come home early from work. I see you in the kitchen( still wearing just a shirt and panties). I walk over and hug you from behind whispering in your ear, rubbing your thighs, breathing on your neck. You tell me you just want to finish these and sit down. I tell you I’ll make everything feel better, just let me take care of you. You still don’t take the but I go ahead anyways by kissing your neck and running your thighs, then your ass then your thighs. You still just stand there doing the dishes. I very ever so carefully pull your panties down and I move down with them. I’m on my knees with your delicious ass in my face, I start by biting/kissing your ass. Then I go in for the kill, at first you don’t want it (not one bit but you let me anyways). A couple of minutes go by and you start making very faint noises, you start to kinda jiggle your ass a little. Now I know I have you booked when out of nowhere you reach around with your wet/soapy hand and push my face in closer; almost holding it there making sure I can’t back out. This goes on for a couple of minutes then you get tired of holding me so you spin around and now I have my back up against the cupboards with your ass in my face again. You pin my head between you and the cupboards, making sure I get ALL the way in. Ive decided it’s my turn now to take over so I push you off and pin you up against a wall. I start kissing your neck again, I start rubbing your pussy, you’re breathing so heavy at this point. I pick you up like a rag doll and throw you on the end of the couch so your feet are dangling and your ass is up in the air. I decide to take a couple more licks to make sure everything is the way I like it. I command you not to move and I’ll be back…. With a electrical cord that I cut (sorry about the lamp) and make you put your hands behind your back and I tie them there. You think I’m just going to do the usual but thats when you start to feel something kinda rubbery against your asshole. You tell me “no, I don’t like that”, “please don’t”. But I have no mercy and I stick it in, you’re screaming from the pain, from the pleasure, from it vibrating your insides. I play with it and play with it using nothing but your ass juices; no lube. At this point you give up and just accept it, after I’m done with the toy I replace it with a; it’s bigger and it’s cold (idk why its cold). You let out a little scream so I push your face into the couch as far as it will go. That’s when I launch my cock inside of you while the plug is in. You let out a muffled scream that lasts about 10 seconds, along with some words that I didn’t care about. I’m at a steady pace, railing you from behind, smacking your ass, pulling your hair then pushing your face back down then pulling your hair again. After you stop blubbering from the plug I take it out and shove my cock inside your ass. You scream and screamed (but never told me to stop) in pain. I’m absolutely killing it and you’re enjoying every second of it. I can feel your ass getting gaped from my cock, I can feel your ass juice, I can see it dripping off of me. After about 5 minutes of this you stop so I throw you on the floor ass up face down. That’s when I get balls deep into your ass, basically beating you into the floor. After I’ve had enough I sit you up against the couch and start face fucking the shit out of you, you’ve got spit running down your chin, down your tits all the way to your pussy. I’m not being nice about this either, making sure my balls hit your chin; no questions asked. You’re gurgling and can barely breathe, I almost feel sorry for you so I pull out for you to take a break…. But I’m not done yet, I pick you up so I’m standing and you have your legs around my arms and I’m holding you by the ass. Basically fucking you in the pussy like you were in a swing(plug in ass) but I’m holding you up. I’m looking you in the eyes and all I see is PURE enjoyment from what I’ve just done to you. After we both finish and you’re dripping from my cum without me even pulling out I throw you on the couch make you suck me dry then I say I’m leaving to go have beers with the guys and leave you tied up, dripping with cum and a asshole.
Tag: Swingers
[Gay] Let It Snow: part 1
This is a work of complete fiction. All characters are, of course, over eighteen. If you enjoy this story so far, please let me know in the comments.
Let It Snow part one
The sound of the running shower worked its way into Edward’s dreams and the idea of his boyfriend, Richie, standing naked in the falling water drew him from his sleep. Edward shifted under the covers, his erection tented the thin bed sheets. He pulled the covers aside, rolled out of bed, and reached for his phone on the bedside table. Almost 10am.
“I love Saturdays,” Edward said to the empty bedroom, as he then glanced at his phone. There was a text message waiting, from Trevor.
Party canceled tonight, bro. Snow storm supposed to be a doozy.
“A doozy,” Edward chuckled. Trevor was picking up some of his friends’ texting lingo. And that was a bummer about the party, too. Todd and Stan were in town, and tonight was going to be the first time they were all together again since that week at the cabin. Edward’s cock twitched a little at the reminder of last summer’s trip to Trevor’s family cabin on the lake. He had no idea if tonight’s party was going to be anything like the partying they had done there on the lake, but he was certainly hoping. And so was Richie.
Just stay here with me tonight [MF] [Romantic] [Vanilla]
I know I should not be asking you to stay, and honestly you should not consider it. But I have no one else, nobody at least who understands me like you do, the things I can’t tell anybody else.
Other guys, they would not understand the things going on in my mind, or worse yet they would misinterpret them. I could not lean against anyone else without them thinking I was coming onto them, and they would secretly call me a slut even while their arms reach around to fondle my breasts. But you, you don’t just understand the nuances, you can read them from my eyes without me even having to say them out loud. You can hold your own even while you are holding me, and it’s my cheeks that you explore with your fingers, and caring brushes through my hair when my head rests on your shoulder.
[mf] [mmf] I let my friend (31m)have sex with my fiancé (27f)
Had some interest in this story so thought I would post
So abit of back story:
My fiancé Jess now 28, we have been together for 7 years, no bias shes hot, 5”3 natural mousy brown hair but has been loads of colours, she has a sexy hour glass figure, 32dd tits maybe larger depending on bra brand, tiny waist and a big ass, I’m defiantly an ass man! Has a granddad from Iraq so has some olive skin dark brown eyes some of his foreign features. I met her through my best friend Adam as it’s his cousin, not by blood, as his mum was adopted by jess’s grandad.
So we have a very healthy sex life, both open with each other, id say me being the more open and honest, we have talked about threesomes in general conversations, she always presumed I was talking about mff, it was always quickly shot down by her.
My first time in a BDSM dungeon, being the wizard’s familiar [MF]
Not too long ago, I [24F] found a new play partner through a kink site. They’re a married couple, but I’m not too involved with the wife. I’ve met them twice, once for a drink, and once with the mister (let’s call him Joel, 38M) to fuck at their place. Anyway, back to the story.
We walked up to a white door. There were no signs, only a small plaque, with the name of the venue engraved on it. He buzzes in, while I stood opposite him, rubbing my hands together, wrapping myself tighter with the scarf. I eyed him from top to bottom, he was wearing a black leather coat, but I could see what he was wearing underneath; a matching vest and a black fitted vinyl top and vinyl trousers that hug his hips very well and highlights his bulge. His head is shaved, his beard is thick and neatly trimmed. Aviator glasses frame his face. He lit a cigarette, and we waited in silence. We had discussed what we liked to do there, the night before. There was no more discussion to be had (or so I thought…) Despite freezing in the cold autumn air, my blood was rushing, and my heart was beating fast.
Mommy’s Self-Care Weekend: Part 5 [FF] [squirt] [multiple orgasm] [facesitting]
(This is part 5 of a series. The other parts can be found on my profile.)
Jess lifts herself out of the pool first. “Let’s head up stairs” she’s says. Pretending she didn’t just tell me she was going to sit on my face. I watch the water cascade off her her thighs and ass as she climbs up and out. Moving to the deck chair to retrieve her things. I give myself a few more seconds to recover from the orgasm she just ripped out of me right here in the pool. The older couple who had started to notice me, still glancing my direction.
“You okay sweetie?” The woman calls to me.
I nod. “Yes. I’m okay. Thank you! Just got woozy for a second.”
“Okay,” she replies, then adds “Make sure you eat something! The the heat will get you if you’re hungry.”
I nod, “I will. I’m heading back up to my room and I’m about to.”
She smiles. So do I.
It’s about to be Jess’s pussy, but I mean I’m not lying when I say I’m going upstairs to eat.
Stripping at a bachelorette party leads to more [MF]
Skip to ******** for the steamy stuff.
For some background, I have a good friend (Tommy) who I went to college with, he is a really open guy and we always had a great friendship. Throughout college (and now a post grad) Tommy started stripping on the side in order to make a little extra cash. Tommy is a real extrovert, confident and to be honest it kinda suits his personality. This eventually evolved to a point that Tommy has a business plan and actual makes some decent money, so he has continued to do it for the last years. A few years ago when preparing for a party, Tommy had a request to have multiple male strippers (he has a couple of regular guys he does it with) but at the time they were unavailable, so Tommy approached me and asked if I could help him out so he didnt lose the booking. Its not really my thing, but at the time I could use the extra cash and wanted to help out my friend so I agreed. I went through some practice sessions with him where he explained all the basics and what the booking had requested. Everything went off without a hitch and I had a rather good time dancing half naked in front of a group of giggling women. Since this initial time I have joined again two other times to help Tommy out – I didnt want to make it a regular thing and often there were clashes with my schedule.
[M]y girlfriend [F] Needed a quickie.
It had not been long since I got home from my night shift. I was on the couch reading and got a knock on the door.
When I answered I found my girlfriend standing there. It was a surprise. It had been about 2 weeks since we had last seen each other. Working opposite shifts had made it hard to meet up and I was pretty sure she was supposed to be at work soon.
“Hey gorgeous. I’ve missed you. But what’s up?”
“Hey. I needed some help this morning. I’ve got to teach a class at the station later today and I can’t focus.”
We walked into the living room as she talked. Now we had been dating for several months at this point. Our schedules had only recently starting to conflict and this had been the longest period of time we hadn’t seen each other. I had an intuition about what was going on.
I slipped an arm around her and drew her in for a kiss. I let her set the intensity of the kiss as a test for my theory. Her kiss was deep, passionate, and hungry. Breaking away, I locked eyes with her.
I had Sex with my Boss for money [MF]
When I was in college, I was looking for money anyway I could find it. This was just when apps were coming into prominence and I signed up for one of those ‘5 Dollar Jobs’ apps where people have you clean out their attic or fix a cabinet or take their trash to the dump or even mow their lawn.
This was going okay and I got jobs pretty frequently but it wasn’t glamorous in any way. I was always dirty and sweaty and tired.
I got a request from someone to unload boxes as they had just moved to the area. I accepted the job and saw a large moving truck full of boxes as I pulled up to the address.
It was a mansion. Classic “old money”looking place. Marble and lime stone, gold finish on everything. The massive front gate was open with a stone driveway leading to the pillar clad front doors.
I saw a second moving truck pull up. I agreed to unpack boxes, not unload a whole fucking truck!
A lab project for Clara (part 1) [scifi] [mmf]
Sometimes I work too hard. I stay up late pouring over my notes. I’m so close to a breakthrough that I’m sure I’m missing something in plain sight. The smallest algorithmic error. An obvious biochemical oversight even an undergrad would catch. But no matter how hard I work, my Clara, my sweet, ever-patient Clara, reminds me who I do these things for. She brings me a tomato sandwich when I forget to eat, a glass of brandy when I’m high-strung. On some occasions, when my tunnel vision becomes especially narrow, Clara will walk into my lab wearing nothing more than a short black robe. Then she’ll take my hand, nod, and pull me gingerly toward our bedroom.
“You’ll have it soon,” she said in bed one night, half asleep with one leg draped across mine.
My darling Clara, her voice so understanding, her lips parted every so slightly at rest. I brushed my hand across her dark hair and made a promise I perhaps shouldn’t have.
“One week,” I said.
She lifted her head from my chest, suddenly awake.
“That soon?” she smiled.
“Well, I believe so,” I said, immediately eager to walk back my estimate. “It would mean an intense week. Sleepless nights. And even then there’s a possibility the neural interface won’t connect, or the hibernation bath will freeze. Or overheat. And there’s myself to consider. I’ll need to drink enough coffee, but also not forget water, and—”
It was too late. Already counting down the days, Clara pulled me on top of her for the second time that night.
All week I checked and rechecked metrics. The oxygen, hydrogen, and carbon levels were all steady. Same with calcium and phosphorus. I brought in two crates of bananas since potassium was a little low, but correcting this issue didn’t solve the broader problem.
I thought maybe it was a power shortage, that the initial spark just needed more juice. One early morning I drove around town stealing batteries from parked cars. I collected a baker’s dozen in this way, and when I got home I took the battery from my own car and lugged it inside without even closing the hood. The extra power seemed to help. I thought I even heard the faintest thump of a heartbeat. But time and again my computer monitors would flash red, an emergency shutdown would cause a neighborhood blackout, and I’d be left in the dark with only the sounds of dogs barking in the distance.
All week I slept in my lab and woke to find a tray of fresh coffee and muffins left on my desk.
A week came and went and I had no more to show for my work. At midnight of that final night I was asleep, my head resting on an open anatomy book. Clara shook me gently. “Let’s go to bed,” she said, and I nodded.
She led me into the bedroom wearing that same robe. Black silk with a white floral print, barely long enough to reach her thighs. With only the moonlight through the curtains, she began to unbutton my shirt.
“Another week,” I mumbled, half-asleep. “Maybe two.”
“My brilliant, Harry,” she whispered sympathetically. She undid my pants, let them fall to the floor, but instead of guiding me to the bed, she lowered me into our wingback chair. Where she typically sat to slip on her shoes. She held my hands against the chair arms and leaned down to kiss me softly. Her hair shone in the moonlight and smelled of hibiscus. My patient, darling wife. And from there, the night becomes more Clara’s story than mine.
She told me later that she felt my hands begin to slide up her thighs as she leaned over more to kiss my chest. That my hands rose higher and higher until they met the hem of her robe. That I lifted the robe in my fingertips and rested it carefully against her lower back. Except, she realized then, both of my hands were still pinned to the chair. She stopped kissing as she approached my navel, as she felt a hard shaft against her ass, sliding slowly up and down between her cheeks. “Harry,” she whispered. The shaft began to slide inside of her. I felt her squeeze my wrists. “Harry,” she moaned quietly. She leaned over further. “Harry,” she moaned again, slightly louder.
In my drowsy state, I began to hear a rhythmic pounding. It grew faster and louder. Her third moan, deep and urgent, brought me fully awake. I opened my eyes to see a reflection of myself. My chest, my shoulder, unmistakably my face, panting behind Clara.
“Harry, you’ve done it!” she moaned. She took my cock in her hand and pulled me into her mouth.