Caller 83

Hidden away like a little secret I took out my vibrator waiting for caller 83. The profile description gave only a few details. White male, 45, blue eyes, and a kink. It didn’t tell me what kind exactly but by this time I heard just about everything. I have had callers talk to me about fucking their mom to getting fisted in a parking lot by a gang. I don’t judge ever, I just listen and use their kink to get me off. Well and of course make me some money. Sometimes I’m bored with the usual, “I wish my wife would fuck me” story. As I wait on caller 83, I start rubbing the vibrator against my clit. It feels good as the buzzing sound vibrates off my clit. Before I get too wet caller 83 comes onto the line.

“Hi baby, what are you looking for tonight?”

“I’m not looking for much but I haven’t had much luck exploring my kink.”

“Whats your kink baby?”

“I like eating hair pussy, very hairy pussy.”

“Really? Well, I got a hairy pussy that I would like for your tongue to be in. Do you want to tongue fuck my hairy pussy baby?”

Teacher’s Pet: Pt III

Before reading this you may want to read [Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/fflokg/teachers_pet/) and/or [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/g5qtwy/teachers_pet_pt_ii/).

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It was the day of the game, and that meant it was one week until the end of the school year.

One week until freedom.

Mr West had relented to temptation twice, and he only had one week until he was free of Ellie.

He wasn’t physically trapped, and freedom would be unnoticeable to anyone else, but she had him in an emotional snare. He couldn’t look at her without a bulge rising in his chinos, and he couldn’t walk past a whispering group without worrying they knew something they shouldn’t.

Every night he thought about the taste of her pussy and hoped he’d get it again the following day. It wasn’t fair to his wife, although she had no idea. She just thought he’d found his second wind, and that’s why the sex was so frequent and so intense.

One week. He smoothed his hair as he walked down the hall, revising his introductory speech for the crowds. When the players were refuelling and the cheerleaders weren’t dancing, Mr West was on the stage filling in what would be silence.

All I Had To Do Was Ask [M+F] [Oral]

By twenty seven I was still toiling away in the service industry, waiting tables while playing catch up on my bachelor’s degree. The money was pretty decent and the people I worked with were cool for the most part all of which made it easy enough to forget that most of my coworkers were barely out of their teens.

I don’t mean to sound condescending. It’s just that the age differential sort of cancels out the biggest unspoken perk of working within the chain restaurant industry: a steady supply of available pussy. Don’t get me wrong a lot of the waitresses still hit on me despite jokingly referring to me as the ‘grandpa’ of the place. It was meant in a playful way though not so subtly underscored yet another reason why I needed to get my life together.

[MF] My wife’s least sexy shoes turn me on the most.

I have long-standing foot fetish. And a huge part of my fetish is the smell of sweaty feet. My wife indulges this fetish and I daresay even enjoys my kink for her toes. Over the years she has had many pairs of shoes that I find incredibly sexy. But for me, it’s not some slutty strappy shoe that turns me on the most (though I do enjoy traditionally sexy shoes). The sexiest shoes my wife owns are the ones that make her feet smell the strongest.

There have been rare moments in our years together, when a truly sexy pair of shoes is also a great shoe for developing foot stink. But most often it’s an unexpected shoe, not particularly seductive in its design, that becomes my favorite ‘sexy’ shoe.

Presently she has a pair of simple slip on shoes, mainly worn as kicking around the house shoes, that infuse her feet with a sharp, cheesy scent. They are her sexiest shoes. I know if I see her wearing them on a lazy Saturday, that by early afternoon her feet will stink to high heaven. And when I see her wearing them I immediately think about sucking and licking and sniffing her ripe toes.

The night my wife got stuffed to the max [FMMM][interracial]

So me and my wife had been together since the last of high school and we both lost our virginity to each other. Well we have always had a great sex life, even after three kids, we were still having sex several times a week most weeks, and she was fairly adventurous in bed. She wasn’t opposed to role playing, would make sure she blew me a few times each time her period came and would even allow me to fuck her ass when she was in the mood for it. Now well the kids were younger, we would still have sex fairly regularly but it wasn’t always adventurous as is fairly common with parents with younger kids.

[MF] The first time my wife gave me a golden shower.

This story took place two decades ago.

My wife and I had been dating for less than a month. We had gone out one night to a happy hour, got pretty drunk, and ended up at my place fucking. This was literally just the third or fourth time we fucked and it was hot and sweaty. When we finished we smoked a few bong hits and chatted about sex and specifically, kinky fetishes.

My (future) wife admitted she had an armpit fetish and that she also liked the smell of a ripe pit. I countered back by telling her about my foot fetish and that I also like the smell of stinky feet. We began talking about things we had never done. She admitted that she’d never done any bdsm role play but she thought the idea of being either dom or sub was hot. I admitted to her that I had never done golden showers but I thought it might be fun to try.

She thought about that for a second or two and then said plainly “I have to pee right now, want me to pee on you?”

[M]y wi[f]e and I spend an oral afternoon

My wife didn’t care for the first draft of this, thought it should be sweeter, less porny. More like poetry than prose, she said. Let me know how I did, if you’re so inclined.

Make America Come Again

She was sitting in the chair by the door, the one she always sits in. No panties, a tank top not hiding her nipples. I think some old Soul was on. We went all over the place that day.

We sat and talked and adored each other. I love her. She knows it, even when she forgets. We were so relaxed, so into the moment. I couldn’t help kissing her, the first tender caresses giving way to a deeply passionate embrace of tongue and twining. I held her face and neck in my hands as we grew our blaze of desire with every movement, each sense. The rich scent of her hair and throat. Innumerable places of wonder, each explored as if unknown.

The ti[M]e I watched my wi[F]e’s sex tape with her ex!

The day I realized I was turned on by the idea of my wife having sex with another man and the day it was confirmed when I watched an old sex tape of hers.  

So a little back story, when my wife and I met we were in our 20’s, she had a lot more experience than me in the bed and we were quite honest about our pasts with each other.  Even though it bothered me deep down I promised I wouldn’t hold it against her if she was completely honest with me.  Through out our relationship I would get upset if we were ever speaking about a sexual act or some sort of scene in a porn and she eluded to trying it or having “done that before”.  I remember specifically the exact time that changed.  We were in bed watching some porn about to have sex and there was a position that was really hot to me but because of my size I was not able to do it.  She confirmed that it was a really good position and it felt good.  She kind of blushed when saying it too, but for the first time I wasn’t upset, instead I was really turned on.  I didn’t say much in that moment because it was a new feeling and I didn’t want to get ahead of myself.  The position for those who are curious was spoon fucking, where the dude is behind.  Now I’m not super small and I can do the position but it definitely doesn’t look like it does in the porn.  I have to position myself way off her body and can’t squeeze her into me the way the well hung dude in the porn could.  

Sissy Therapy Sessions [mf]

Sissy Therapy Session

Written by Sissy Sophia of https://samanthasummersinstitute.org/blackmail/victims/sissy-sophia/

Based on the Erotic Story found at https://www.literotica.com/s/giving-my-wife-to-my-enemy

Session: Where it all started

Therapist: What is the matter? Why are you looking so embarrassed today?

Sissy: Mistress, I was waiting for my turn in the lounge area and before coming your assistant, Don, told me that every sissy before entering into your cabin for therapy requires a strip and cavity search.

Therapist: Yes, that is true for sissies.

Sissy: Then why didn’t you tell me when you asked me to come in my sissy attire during our last session.

Therapist: I thought you would have read the treatment agreement, which you signed. It specifically mentions that.

Sissy: Oh, is that so? It was so big and I was concentrating only on the disclosure and exposure clause. I ignored that part entirely.

Therapist: It was expected; most sissies are too horny or excited while signing the contract and almost never read it in detail. However, it is what it is. If I have to administer a strap-on treatment during a session, I need to be sure that you holes are all clean and you have taken a daily dose of enema.

Making Music 2 [Affair] [New love]

Brooke woke up in the middle of the night and snuck back to her room with her clothes. The next morning Dan took Cale to church with him and then went to the campus to do some work. He didn’t have to go in but he needed to get stuff done. Brooke took care of Cale and made supper. Dan got home, they ate quietly, and Brooke cleaned up. She gathered her things to go home.

“Are you leaving Brooke?” Cale asked.

“Yeah, I gotta go home to my mommy and daddy,” she said. Cale frowned and gave her a big hug.

“You should come back next weekend,” said Cale.

“We’ll see,” said Brooke. Dan carried her bag to her car for her and paid her.

“Thank you,” he said kindly.

“Thank you as well,” Brooke said.

She went home and tried her best to not think about that weekend. She had an amazing experience with her first time with a man she wouldn’t regret it with too much. She did feel bad about the fact that he cheated on his wife but it was his decision as well.