Tim discovers his step sister’s secret part 32

“Okay, are we all ready?” Alexa asked.

Chloe, Maddie and Taylor nodded, smiles on their faces, All 4 ladies were in Tim and Alexa’s bedroom. All 4 were nude, feeling the skin prickling excitement. The grinned as they saw Tim, his cock tenting up the sheets as he ogled their forms.

Tim had agreed to let Alexa and her 3 friends give his Dad a 4 girl rodeo. They had talked about it a couple of weeks before his birthday, and they had waited until tonight, he was going to be getting a present like no other.

Tim’s reward was getting two sizzling hot flight attendants, to take him on while Alexa and company would be handling the birthday man.

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In the master bedroom, Candace and Sasha were also nude. They were in on it, Tim’s dad was not, it was going to be a surprise present for his 40th birthday. Tim’s dad was ready, his 7 inches eager for action. He fattened his eyes, god, the sight of his lovers, both of them 28, Candace’s natural mane of blonde hair, and Sasha’s natural mane of redheaded hair, really drove him wild. Their luscious mounds were totally captivating, and for Tim’s dad, they had styled their pubic hair, keeping the opening bare and hairless, and having a goomed landing strip right above the top of the labia, so he could enjoy the sight of blonde and red pubic hair, while having his mouth painting designs of pleasure on their hair free openings.

A bull awakens – [F] cheats for [M]e.

I thought I’d document what set me down this depraved, sexy, dirty, dark, hot path. The following is a true story. No embellishments, fabrications, or mistruths.

**Author’s note: This story contains cheating elements. For the people on Reddit who are staunchly anti-cheating, I am aware now of the pain this shit causes and have had a host of experiences which have led me to do this stuff ethically and in relationships strong enough to survive partners having sex with other people. Please if you don’t like cheating, bull, sexual superiority style elements, do not read on. I have added details in here that will make me seem pro-cheating. I’m not. I have written this because it is a pretty hot recount of an early experience. Enjoy!**

I was the tender age of 19 and was at a house party in suburbia. The main characters of this house party were my then ever-loyal school friends, who were a mix of your standard fare teenagers. Artsy girls, some sporty guys, the occasional joker. A sweet little group.The story unfolds around several key players. They were:

The Heal Slut: Chapter Nine – The Storm [nosex] [violence]

Author’s Note: Sorry for the wait for this chapter. I got a little hung up on a couple scenes, but I finished them to my liking. Also, this chapter is mostly all battling with some important stuff sprinkled in, with no sex happening. There is a little gore and an attempted rape, but it doesn’t go into any detail on that at all. Next chapter will be posted very soon!

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# Part Twenty One: We Fight For The Light

***Bree Rose Abrakir***

It started as a tingling feeling as she worked to clean up the kitchen after the past couple days of cooking for her.. Family. The tingling wasn’t strange in itself. She’d worked on the wards today and she often felt vibrations from them as they adjusted,

But then they sent a warning through her. She looked out of her kitchen window at the tower that housed the wardstone. The sky was dark beyond and there seemed to be no moonlight in the sky tonight. Both a waning moon and clouds covering the sky in every direction.

Hotwife cougar sucked [m]y cock on the doorstep for everyone to see!

Another story from my experiences on a well known swingers website.

Before I start please be assured that prior to our session we had both been tested for safety.

This happened about 5 years ago when I was 22. I had begun talking to a married woman in her mid 40’s, our conversations getting more and more heated and we had arranged for her to come visit my flat.

The day arrived and she messaged me to say she was going to arrive with a surprise for me and I replied with something along the lines of “oh I am throbbing already, can’t wait for you to get here” Her response to this was “Yes. I want you to open the door naked with your cock ready for me!”

Well that’s exactly what I did. At the time I lived on the top floor of a flat building and on my floor there were three other flats accessable from the stairwell. But thankfully this was mid day on mid week day so there wasn’t much activity in the stairwell that day.

[F] 21 My New Year’s Eve Recap (aka my roommate paying up and my first lesbian experience)

Ok so as promised here’s the update from last night on the streaking bet I had with my roommate (who we’ve decided to call E, that she lost) and as the title says the very interesting events after… Bear with me cause I’m super fucking hungover right now and there are parts about last night that I straight up do not remember.

Ok so a few weeks ago E and I made the decision to host a party in our ok sized 2 bedroom apartment. We’ve had some parties before with no more than 10 people and it worked out fine and since most people were still out of town because of break and Covid. It ended up being myself, E, S (our friend from other stories), one of S’s housemates and Sorority Sisters (we can call her R), my really close friend S2 (yeah the anonymity here might get a little confusing) and her boyfriend, our friend L and her boyfriend, and two guys who live nearby and one of their girlfriends (all three of which will remain without a pseudonym for a variety of reasons…). So with 11 people total it was a really full apartment lol.

[FF] The Beautiful Bartender

I didn’t go to many bars, but this was a special one. It was sat at the edge of the city, which mean walking a long way, but it was worth it. Because one of the bartenders was hot as fuck.

Okay, I know what you’re thinking. “This guy’s just another asshole who hits on the bartender.” Well, jokes on you, reddit user. I’m not a guy. I am five foot four and 120lbs of all-American woman. And, for the record, she was the one hitting on me.

The first time I went, I was struck by her eyes. How bright and clear they were, a deep blue that pierced my soul, offset by her rusty auburn hair. She was tall, which I’m into, and powerful, which I’m definitely into. I like my women like I like my coffee: able to hurt me if I’m not careful.

I didn’t even know her name, but at least three times a week I made the lengthy commute to the bar at the edge of town, hoping I would see her. I even started making a note of her shifts, so I wouldn’t waste a journey. Looking at her filled me with a deep yearning, a desire to be dominated and used. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but I sure as hell do believe in lust at first sight.

Femdom, Facesitting

2nd post, hope you enjoy

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you come in from your workshop, boots, vest, remnants of sawdust are scattered here and there. your hair is tousled and askew. you’re breathing just a bit faster, too. seems like you’ve had a good day and made progress on your project

i happen to be in the kitchen when you walk in. i watch as you remove your boots, hang your vest, smooth your hair. “Good day i see! can i get you anything?”

“Yes, I’d love a lemon drop. bring it to me upstairs.” you head off down the hall and up the stairs. i hear the bedroom door close.

i grab the mixers, and make you a drink. i hurry up the stairs to give it to you

i tap-tap on the door to let you know i’m coming in. as i swing open the door, i see the covers pulled back on the bed, and the pillows on the floor. you’re just getting out of the last of your clothes – you remove your bra, then your underwear. you’re now naked before me

Teasing Him Over the Edge [FM]

I tie you to a chair naked, your bare cock sitting in your lap. I lay on the bed in front of you. I spread my legs and begin to rub my pussy over my underwear as I watch you. Your cock starts to stiffen as you watch my face light up in pleasure. I start to moan as a wet spot appears on my panties. You watch me slide my panties to the side, strings of my juices clinging to them. I slide my fingers up my slit, mound, stomach, and chest, then bring them to my lips. I suck them clean as I watch your cock twitch. I smirk as I start to gently play with my nipples poking through my shirt. I eventually pull my tits out of my shirt and lick my fingers. I start twirling and pinching my nipples, my legs still wide apart for you to see everything. I run my hands back down my stomach to my clit. I tease it slowly as I moan softly. I get too excited watching your cock continue to grow. My juices drip down to the bed as I slowly begin to finger myself. You watch me as I throw my head back and moan from pleasure. My fingers go in and out; you watch them disappear and reappear covered in juices as you imagine they’re your cock.

Promotion [MF][Age Gap][Babysitter][Creampie][Oral][Risky][Cheating]

I couldn’t believe it. How could he not even _try_ to take advantage of me? I’d given every signal and hint; laughing at all of his stupid jokes (even the ones that weren’t funny), I’d toyed with my hair, slid my hand down his arm, tons of eye contact. Thought my attire alone would have screamed _”fuck me”_ all on their own, but no. Even when we were alone, Mr. Davis driving me home after babysitting his two kids, nothing. I could tell he wanted to have his way with me. His sparkling blue eyes screamed the passion he dared not speak in front of his wife. So, why does he never speak up while we’re alone?

My eyes searched his face for some clue. Something I missed, maybe I’d been misreading? But even in the darkened setting of a late night drive back to my house, the sexual tension was heavy in the air. Just a few more blocks for him to speak up, reach out, pour his heart out to me. Or, at least pull over, tear my skin tight skirt away and pound me in the back seat. I caught him glancing over at me as we turned onto my street. His eyes flashed to my tube top, the thin fabric doing absolutely nothing to conceal my hard nipples underneath the exposed cleavage. I was tempted to pull the top down, bare my tan, firm c-cups in his car. That would surely be enough to send him over the edge.

Broken Pt. 3

I considered going to the police, but what could I tell them? Even if they initially believed me, Carman had the video with my wife and Raul fucking like animals, proof that she wasn’t an unwilling participant. Once the effects of the tea wore off she probably wouldn’t remember a thing, innocently telling them she was there of her own free will to get an operation. I’d come off looking like a complete fool, if I didn’t get arrested myself! I even thought about getting a gun and acting like Clint Eastwood, but I didn’t own a gun and didn’t know where to get one. Even if I could obtain a firearm I wouldn’t know how to use it with any proficiency.

I was pretty sure Raul and Durian could use a firearm though, and probably had several of them stashed around their house. Raul had suggested they’d both been ex-military at one time, proficient with martial arts, so probably guns too. I felt crushed, helpless. I’m as macho as most men, and just as ineffective when it comes to violence for most of us would-be tough guys. Stuck in my mind was the ease with which Raul had overcome me and humiliated me by making me almost suck his cock. It still made me sick to think about that. So I waited — no appetite, less sleep and worried to death about Susan. I determined that I’d go back after the two weeks, and hopefully find a way to bring her home. I didn’t know what else to do.