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 gaping asshole.
Tag: Swingers
How Things Change – Chapter 5 [Incest] [M/S] [M/F]
*Well, here’s Chapter 5. I just want to take a moment to thank everyone who took the time to give feedback on the previous chapter. It’s nice to hear that people want more. As usual, I recommend that you read the previous chapters first. These can be found on my profile. On with the story:*
I drank in the sight of my vulnerable mother sat on the bed, my sperm dribbling out of her. I expected her to be furious with me. After all, what if she did get pregnant? I couldn’t even begin to grasp how our lives would change if my seed took. To have your own son potentially impregnate you is a scenario that few women would ever even imagine. Yet there was my mom living through that exact situation. She had every right to be angry.
Yet she wasn’t. Seeing the fear on her face caused me to be overcome with a sudden intense empathy tinged with regret. I opened my arms, drawing my naked mother close. To my surprise, she willingly melted into my embrace, holding herself close to me in complete silence.
I [M] Fuck MILF [F] Katie to Tears, Break It Off, And She Lures Me Back
My affair with Katie that had been interrupted by her third pregnancy recommenced when she surprised me by going down on me in her van parked outside a crowded cafe in the middle of the afternoon — as her youngest child sat in his car seat right behind us. This was harlotry at its best, but not the sort of thing I wanted to repeat with the son around. You can read the details in my last post.
So Katie and I were off to the races again, and began meeting in our usual hotel and my office when we were both able. Or so I thought. I soon found out — actually she told me — that she was hooking up with other men, even on days when I wanted to get with her again.
I need to say something about my mental state at this time. This was 2009, and the Great Recession was well underway. We had also had a change in leadership at work and the new guy made all kinds of bad decisions that put the Texas office at risk. Other offices had already been shut down, and we were tottering on the brink. I was deeply concerned about my financial future.
How I [M]et the Couple that made my 2020 amazing (Long Story)
This happened earlier this year before all the COVID stuff started ruining everyone’s social lives.
I met this couple when I was out at a bar back in Jan/Feb. It wasn’t a bar I frequented at all, I was only there because I was out celebrating a friends 30th birthday. They weren’t part of the party though. They were just sitting at the bar having drinks. While I was standing at the bar the husband, lets call him “J,” asked me what we were celebrating because the bar is never this busy. I told him why we were there and then we continued to do small talk. Eventually his wife, we’ll call her “C,” chimed in on the conversation too. She asked if I was dating or going home with any of the pretty girls that were with the group. I told her that I was single, and that it was still too early to know. She said that was too bad but she was sure that my situation would change before the end of the night. I thanked her and bought the three of us a round of shots before I went back to the party. After some time had passed I needed another drink and went back to the bar where J and C were still sitting. We got to talking again, and this time I decided to sit at the bar next to them and just continue the conversation. That’s when C asked me if my situation had changed yet, and I told her no, that I was just happy to have fun with my friend for his bday tonight. It was around midnight at this time and he (along with most of the party) were pretty trashed by now. They were all talking about going back to the house and continuing to drink there. When C heard this I saw her whisper something to J. Then he smiled and asked if I wanted to join them for another drink before I left. I said sure, since I was still pretty sober and I was driving myself anyway.
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The way you used to look me in the eyes.
The way you used to kiss my forehead.
The way you used to put your hand on my back as you laid me down.
The way you used to lick around my belly button as you undid my pants.
The way you used to let me slide down to drop yours too.
The way you used to swing your dick in my face while I was down there.
The way you used to scratch my head while I had your dick in my throat.
The way you used to have my legs shaking when you stroked deep in my pussy.
The way you used to stretch me out, leaving my hips sore the next day.
The way you used to hold me down and smile, knowing you conquered this pussy.
The way you used to rub the soap on me in the shower after sex.
The way you used to cuddle with me before round two.
The way you used to spoon me to sleep and graze my thigh to wake me.
Fair Trade Negotiations [MF][MMF]
From the eastern parapet, Olivia enjoyed watching the slow, glittering waves of Andrews Bay calmly moving towards the horizon to meet the sun, her short chestnut hair fluttering on the ocean breeze. *New day, new chances.* Looking at the expanse, she could spot red and blue buoys that marked the only safe routes of passage to the northern and southern shores; at least for now. Chilled, she popped the collar on her charcoal blazer, which only redirected the wind down to her chest, and the futility of her efforts seemed like a metaphor for the peace summit. Time was running out, the tides were turning, and a legacy of hatred just below the water’s surface could soon turn two nations into islands unto themselves. She checked her watch before going back inside the castle, back to the dining hall where breakfast was served, and the day’s first volleys of insults would be thrown.
Minister Hoon blocked the hallway with his small entourage—all men in bespoke suits—peering through a windowed door in disgust at the other party inside. She regarded them with neutral courtesy, as was custom for her role as the Guild’s mediator, but still could appreciate their svelte bodies and sense of style, the minister especially. *Another time, perhaps, another place.*
you can have too much candy
I had used twitter for business and social pleasure. Recently I decided I would like to take my amateur writing to another level. I had an interest in erotic writing and thought I could put pen to paper so to speak.
I set up an account with my pseudonym. Started to add females and couples that describes themselves as hotwives , sluts, swingers. I soon had over 200 that I was following.
Some of the content was just retweeted from other accounts. However, there was 3 or 4 that really took my eye. I began to take a big interest in their posts. I must admit they turned me on, and I soon found I was interacting with them and luckily, they interacted with me.
So now to the star of this story. Candy. A married lady who had an account with her hubby. They seemed very relaxed and has a great eye for a good post. the pictures were stunning of her. Some clothes and some naked. Then occasionally some of Candy in action., With hubby or on one occasion that I have seen a man in the porn business.
Hot Summer Night – Part Two (MMF)
He lays on top of me and slowly guides his cock into my dripping pussy. I don’t want to wait and I start to buck my hips up against him. He firmly holds me down. He threatens to get Muscle Man to hold me down so he can do whatever he wants. I laugh, but secretly I hope he will do it. He takes slow and languid strokes. It is maddening. I want my cookie too, I want to feel him cum inside of me. I can feel the orgasm growing. He hits me in all the right places, right to the back of my body. I grasp at his hips, my nails digging into his skin. My pussy is tightening around his cock, he murmurs to me that I am so tight he can barely stand it. I have myself locked so hard around his cock there is no uncoupling us. My body arches back and presses my breasts firmly against him, begging for his cum. I know that I am running a big risk, potentially finding myself on Maury, DNA testing all the sailors on their ship. I can almost hear, “You are not the father!,” in my head. It doesn’t matter. I jerk and cum all over his cock, it is so intense after all the teasing and sucking.
My [M] closet bisexual friend [F] tricked me into tasting a stranger’s [F] pussy juice
Okay, so this happened a few years ago. I (M, 28) had a platonic friend (F, 28) Who was like a male buddy to me. We used to talk about sports, hot girls, bitch to each other about shit going on in our lives, we were very close. But never sexual. Never flirtatious. But one day we started talking about the meaning of Netflix and chill. I literally thought it meant having a friend over to watch a movie and kickback. She educated me that Netflix and chill had a strong sexual connotation. It made me red-faced because I always used to text her “Netflix and chill?”, and she would reply “sure” and come over to my apartment and watch a movie on Netflix.
After years of hanging out like this, no sexual tension at flirtation whatsoever, one might when we both were single and went to a nightclub and got drunk. We drank gin, vodka, and several bottles of wine between us. Hugging each other swing on the dancefloor et cetera. We returned to our chair and looked out onto the dancefloor at people shaking their ass and enjoying their night – classic hip-hop beats, people dancing, great aura etc. Imagine a sweaty dungeon bar where people are not too formal and really having a great time not worrying about how they look in front of others. Liberation.
We had drunk several bottles of wine at this point, and the bar was packed. We were sat on chairs at a table. Facing each other. She opened up to discussion about Netflix and chill, “I can’t believe you didn’t know what that meant!“ She was insinuating that I was naive because every time she said sure to a Netflix and chill invite at mine she assumed I wanted to fuck her brains out but was disappointed that all I wanted to do was watch a movie with her. She said she had felt like this for years. My brain goes into override. I’m drunk, trying to comprehend what she’s saying, meanwhile flirting with the idea that she actually wants us to make love, or sex the shit out of each other. We continue talking about this topic, hip-hop music music blazing, people dancing and enjoying themselves on the dancefloor, with us on the side of the dancefloor at our table amidst a heated discussion about who knew what Netflix and chill meant and who didn’t and consequently who was cooler and more hits than the other. This turns into a full blown argument. But at the same time the sexual tension is rising, to boiling point. She gets up, hufs in my face, and storms off, I look at her as she walks away from me and disappears into the middle of the dancefloor. I sip my drink, I look up minuteater see her grinding face-to-face, nose to nose, body to body with a hot brunette. This looked like standing up full clothed aex to me. Incredibly steamy. I smile, and sip my drink and watch eagerly. Within seconds these two have the tongues buried down each other’s throat. Instantly I became aroused.
They stopped to whisper a few things to each other and then held each other’s hand and walk off the dancefloor and disappear out of my sight. I turned around to face the wall and continue sipping my drink feeling like an utter loser. All alone, by myself, sipping my drink. Around 20 minutes later my friend returns and I see her walking towards me, with a very intent walk looking deep into my eyes her hips swaying from side to side slowly as she walks towards me. Our eyes are locked onto each other. She walked right up to me, stops in between my legs, leans forward and rams her tongue down my throat. Shocked, I open my mouth and we end up tongue kissing for a couple of seconds.
However, I noticed a strange taste, a nice taste but not a normal saliva taste. She pulls away and whispered into my hear “You just tasted another girls pussy”. I instantly ejaculated. Right there and then. We went back to my apartment and had sex all night and also in the morning.
It was a nice night but honestly speaking our friendship kinda ended after we fucked. Shame really. She was incredible sexualised and when we fucked during the night would mention other girls we knew and whisper into my ear certain threesome scenarios of us fucking these girls we knew together. She told me she was bisexual. I only found out that night, but loved the way the was so open with her fantasies and till this day she crosses my mind when I pleasure myself. She wasn’t one of these superhot tanned chiselled body long blonde hair big boobs nice ass model looking chicks, she was just free and sexually assertive and that made her hotter than any 10/10 model chick. Honestly. Like i said I still get rock hard when I think about some if the things she said/did to me that night.
Naughty Magic: Stan pt 1
Stan Jones, #9, All American football star. Starting quarterback for his D1 team, team captain. I absolutely could have had the Heisman this year, and as a freshman no less! But we just couldn’t come up with the win against our in-state rivals. One stupid mistake at the end of the game, and it cost me that and our team a birth into the national championship playoffs. It’ll make us all work harder next year, and we’ll be going into the Cotton Bowl hungry.
I’ve been working out and training hard in the lull between our conference championship and the New Years game, ironing out every potential flaw I might carry forward. Pretty confident, and ready to lead the team to victory! My best friend and backup quarterback, Brent has found a good party for us to go to tonight, and I’m ready to let loose. In more ways than one.
I’ve been edging myself for almost a week. I heard that more testosterone would make me more competitive, but I’m beginning to notice some issues. I’m more aggressive, which is probably good, but I’m also getting a bit short tempered. Shouldn’t be too hard for me to find someone to unload into. The thought of it causes a bit of growth below the belt even now, if you know what I mean.