Roberta takes it to a new level Part 05

”Doctor Motram, 5374…Doctor Motram, 5374”

Greg woke up halfway as he felt the warm nude body of Allison Motram rise up to answer the hospital paging. He spiraled back down into sleep in less than a minute. He started to dream, he was in bed with Roberta, they’d just come home from cock teasing another big hunk, she was on fire with lust. He knew that the idea of leaving her latest victim with a set of aching blue balls made her crazy with lust. She was very quickly naked, diving under the covers. His cock was rock hard, he felt a hot, wet tongue licking at him, her hot, wet mouth quickly followed, sliding down his pole. She clamped her soft lips around his cock, pulled back, then thrust down again. Oh man, Roberta was an excellent cock sucker, and his cock was quickly building up a juicy load.

[M] My first day working at the Golden Fire Resort with my boss [F] and co worker [F] (Part 1)

This story is a complete work of fiction.

English isn’t my first language sorry if the grammar is not right.

Let me introduce myself, my name is Bryan, I’m an 18 year old Korean student who is on an exchange studying in France. I sit on my bed at night in my dorm at the university of Lyon the last semester is almost done and the summer break is close. I’m a bit of a loner, very shy and I don’t have a lot of friends on the campus. I can’t go back to Korea either this summer so I decided to spend my whole summer working somewhere. The question is where am I going to work? I open my laptop and look for some job applications for the summer. ‘’In need of a waiter, 30-40 hours a week’’ ‘’Hmmm maybe a restaurant is a fun job to spend the summer, but I don’t know can’t see myself doing that to be honest’’. After an hour of looking at the job applications I didn’t find anything interesting. “I should go to bed, it’s getting late’’. But right before I was going to close the page, an job application caught my eye. ‘’Staff wanted, the Golden Fire Resort in Cap D’Agde is looking for people to work this summer holiday. We pay a fair wage and you can stay at the resort for the whole working period at our cost’’. Working at a resort And getting a free holiday? looks like the perfect job for me. ‘’requirements for the job: You are at least 18 years of age’’, 18 years of age? Maybe because I’m going to serve alcohol? Anyway, I finished the application and finally I sent it. I closed my laptop and went to bed. The next morning I woke up and I immediately checked my Emails. ‘’You received a mail from Sarah: Hello Bryan, I’m Sarah I’m the head of the staff of the summer crew, I received your application and you seem like the perfect fit. Pack your bags and get to the resort, you’ve got the job!’’, Wow I got hired at the resort that’s awesome, this is going to be great!

I can’t think of a title ‘:D This is a romantic story :) Thought I’d switch it up :P Hope you enjoy… Oh and do tell me if you think of a title ‘:D

I lean against the post slightly breathless, even though I’d been sitting for the last half an hour. This is it. It’s finally happening. I’d really taken a plane and a bus and finally made it here. His house. I had to double check the address with two strangers just to prove to myself that I wasn’t delusional or simply dreaming. You would too if you were finally meeting someone you spent every waking minute thinking about. Dreams like this don’t come true all that often. I’d played this moment out in my head a million different times.

I gather all the courage I have and walk shakily towards the house before me. It’s a quaint little house, with walls of cream and a roof of maroon tiles. A brick chimney sending out tiny puffs of smoke. I smile at the thought of the warm fire waiting for me inside. The hedges around the house are adorned with lovely violet flowers that shyly poke their pretty heads from between the leaves. I pause when I reach the gate and take a deep breath, then push the gate open. I let it swing shut and exhale, trying to calm my nerves. My breath mists in the cool air. I stumble toward the door and somehow make it up the steps. I lift my hand to knock, when the door swings open.

By the Fire, Part 2 – [MF] [D/S] [Ownership] a recollection of a favourite memory.

There are rare moments in which an entire experience feels as if it were carefully scripted by some etherial observer. This was one of those evenings where hours of training, months of romantic dynamic growth, an ideal mood, and even my own thoughts and reflections were all pulled together to create a lasting memory.

Once again, this has been hastily written up on a phone in some limited free time so I apologise for error and frankly not my best writing.

This will be the second and final part of this brief recollection, beginning from the moment the focus shifted from mutual connection in our kinky natures, to the expression of the hunger and thirst a dominant man has to control and ravage the woman he desires.

“The god of love lives in a state of need. It is a need. It is an ugre. A homeostatic imbalance. Like hunger and thirst, it’s almost impossible to stamp out.”

Almost.

I will admit that it was only upon later reflection of the evening recollected here that these words of Plato came to mind and tied so nicely, not only to my thoughts earlier that evening, but to the experiences which followed.

The Boss’s Wife: Part One [M] [Busty] [Solo] [Masturbation]

I hated these formal events. I hated dressing up like a penguin. But most of all, I hated my boss. Mr. Fredrick. He was a pain both at work and outside of work.

“Looking good finally, Derek,” he said to me. “Better than you usually do, that’s for sure.”

I just nodded back at him. He had rented a huge hall in a building that was way out in the countryside. He had thrown all the stops. A band that played classical music in all it was a well-catered event. I was surprised he would do something like this, even if it were his sister’s birthday. The real surprise was that he invited some of us from work.

“Well, go mingle or something. Make sure you eat some of this food; it isn’t cheap!”

That was him; he was a real cheap asshole. You would think a triple bypass surgery would make him appreciate life, but not him.

“Yes, sir,” I nodded.

I had plans to dip out of here the first moment I got. I walked around the room, making sure a lot of people from work saw me. I was looking for another co-worker when I noticed an elegant looking woman come in through the main door.

the new maintenance guy came to fix a leak, but pumped me full instead [FM]

i’m having some issues with my apartment’s hot water, but luckily it means the hot new maintenance guy has to swing by a lot.

well today, he caught me while i was taking some dirty pics, so i had to throw on clothes quickly. obviously there was no time for panties or a bra either…

i was already turned on, and his presence was making me crave a quick fuck. his back was turned to me, so he didn’t see me approach. i let my flannel shirt drop to the ground.

He heard the soft fabric hit the floor and turned around inquiringly. He was met with my soft breasts, pale pink nipples standing up at the excitement and cool air. He was speechless.

He immediately dropped his tools and stepped towards me, pulling me in. I leaned in closely to his left ear and whispered, “I want you to fuck me like a dirty slut.”

At this point, my nimble hands had already undone his belt and pants (sneaky, eh? ?). I reached into his boxers and grabbed hold of his semi hard cock.

Wet Dreams University 155 Nut Brothers Dream Master (FF MF MFFf MFM Anal BDSM Bondage Solo)

Sneak out was not something done to often butt ever since a copy of In the Bedroom with Jax was found the twins just had to get out and sow their wild oats.  “The cost is clear, cum on before someone notices us missing” one said to the other.  “Hey look body guard sex o’clock (the giggles almost ruined there plans), let’s take his car.”  Once the body guard slipped inside his car rolled away.
The shifty eyes, the callus driving even the ding put there much by accident by the twins.  “Here we are the Nighty Nightie!  Let’s part’ta” the high five followed by the swing around with the lower five much more commonly known as the ‘sexty nine’.  The twins disappeared into the crowd.
“Love you Love” Angie giggled feeling the buzz of one to many drinks.  “Mmm, so what do you think of them” Angie commented not sure if there was one or more of the sexy stranger.  Downing a slippery nipple (thanks Angie, would normally call them a cowboy cock sucker), “Ahh, who are you looking at (glancing towards the door).. dam that is a double shot of hotness” Clarissa howled at the pair.  “Cum on there is two who are looking at us” tagging the other in the gut.  “Hell two drunk college girls I’m in” both in agreeance the twins found their drink (fucking) buddy’s.  “Dam would you look at her chest” one twin whispered to the other.  “There is enough tit there for the both of us” finishing the statement butt not the whispers.  “And the other one is drunk enough to get us both off” already being close enough together instead of the ‘sexy nine’ they grabbed ahold of each other’s cheeks.  “Hey listen, we’re out butt..” Angie finished that with a hard kiss.  “Shhhh, no names just sex” Angie said already working her way down to the booty.  “Oh yeh a nice tight ass (the sound of a firm spank caught the other twos attention) Mmm..”  Angie sloppily licked the back of the right twins ass cheek.  Leaning in for a kiss, going against everything that has been taught and grilled into both their lives butt since one was attacking the others ass then drastic action must be taken.  Running the hand through the blonde main.  Feeling the wait of the hair even as the hand pulled her in.  “I want your tongue down my throat” the twin growled.  “Oh yes do it Clarissa” Angie sneaked a peek at the love birds across the table.  The spanking that Clarissa dealt out was one of command, the way she slide up in between the legs of the twin suggested the lust that she felt burning in her primal core.  The delicate grace in which Clarissa dominated the other woman was majestic.  Pulling her close by the tit while still pinching the nipple in between her fingers.  Returning the hair grab that seemed to cause the submissive side of the twin to show.  Locking lips, this whole time pulling her from the chair.  “I need someone to suck my tits” not giving the twin much choice in the matter.  The glare the twin gave only said “yes” as her knees started to fold.  Loosing her grip on the ass, the twin gobbled down the nipple.  Sucking for all she was worth, gentle butt firm.  Taking in all of the areola with trembling lips, “Mmm, very good” Clarissa praised her new sex toy.  Stroking her medium brown hair, “Mmm.. you so good I could have sworn that you where one of Angie’s” pulling the new sex toy off her tit.  Forcing her back to her feet, “I think it’s about time we got a room.. (tonguing her mouth till the nod interrupted Clarissa’s perfect harmony.  Spanking her little butt with one hand, “Waitress we will have a room” Clarissa announced. 
Thrusting her triple S’s in the twins face while pulling on her double D tits.  The door slammed behind them.  The bed was in the middle of the round room with little else around it, they did not care for this room was only mean for one thing, Fucking!  Discarding her clothes with every step till the twin was naked, “Oh fuck me I never..” pressing her mouth back against the twins lips even though the feeling of her shorty shorts was being jerked from her ass.  The Zeppelin bed was fast approaching, “Soon she shall be all mine!”  Clarissa was thinking even as the edge caught her new sex toys legs.  Guiding her down, tongue showing dominance over this clearly new piece of round eye to the club world.  Butt that’s when things went so wrong.  Clarissa was down on the bed expecting the new sex toy to be under her, “Where did sh.. s.. Ooh fu..k!”  The dance of the tongue was not exclusive to Clarissa.  “Ooo.. yes Ooo Ooo.. fuckkk Mmm” Clarissa panted.  “How did she do this.. this amazing feet of fuckery?”  Pushing Clarissa up while she slipped out the bottom just to tongue Clarissa’s hot hole.  “Ooo Ohmigoddess how Ooooh yesss.. yesssssssss..” Clarissa moaned, arms taking the shake right from her little sex toys body.  Hearing the buzz, noticing the shortened breaths that blasted against her pussy, “Oh my … she has a.. a vibrator” Clarissa managed to think that just a half a heartbeat before she could no longer think.  Hips jerking up and down, the feel of her own cunt said orgasm butt the short hot breathing never stopped.  The collapse of the arms just gave the new sex toy more access to her so sensitive clit.  Craning her neck back, feeling every moan fighting to escape her little mouth.  The next wave crashed against her limit, “Ooooh.. … …. Ooooh fuckkk Mmm..” slipped out as her hips spasmed for another round.
Waking to the sound of the boob tube.  “Tonight the twins, Zara and Leon are reported missing.  A all points bulletin is being broadcasted.  If you have any idea where these two are please notify Nut Brothers Sexxee plant or your local police.  Now what can we expect for the weather, Jennifer over to you.” “Thanks Andy, today’s weather was another cool one for this time of year butt has not even cum close to the record low..”

Why I love letting men cum on my face!! [FM]

I didn’t always like it. Quite honestly, it’s just messy and hard to clean up. I’d actually rather swallow a load of cum than have it painted across my face. Before I started swinging, my husband had actually only given me a facial exactly twice and it was the only two times I had ever done it at that point in time. When we started swinging though, I started really loving it. It started with me getting turned on when my husband came on my face in front of other couples and now has turned into me loving when other men do it to me too.

[MF] Three Months Of Delivering Food For Extra Money Has Some Unexpected Perks

As a dude in his 20s trying to make it out in Los Angeles, I needed to take on an extra gig. Maybe “needed” is the wrong word. It wasn’t like I either delivery food or set up camp on the side of the street. More like, “Wow, I’m tired of having no money after paying all the bills.”

So around three months ago, I signed up for a delivery service. The process was rather easy. They even sent me a nice little bag and card a few days later. I was told doing food delivery in LA is difficult with only one person because you’re always looking for parking. I tested it out, and yeah, during the rush times? Fucking sucks. Would not recommend. But if you take the night shift? It’s really not so bad. You may not make as much, ah what the fuck, you don’t care about this shit.

Point is, I’ve been delivering food at night, and for the most part it’s been uneventful. I had been dropping most items off at the door, so I barely had to interact with anyone, which was cool with me. Here lately though, people have been more willing to accept the food, so I’ve had some strange interactions.