Braless Fridays part 5 [M]

Sorry for the big gap in time between 4&5

Jen, Lisa ,Maria please come over to my office” mr Jones voice came in on the intercom feature in the girls office.

As Lisa got up hen found herself again googling at her heaving boobs flopping around under her shirt.

“Alright let’s go guys” Lisa said” you to Jenny get your eyes off my tits and let’s go”

” oh shit sorry Lisa” Jen playfully replied.

As the girls walked into the office they all lined up next to each other as me Jones wife closed the door behind them. Jen could see the giant stack of bras sitting on the table behind mr Jones desk. He picked up the first one which belonged to Maria. She could see some cum stains on it and a small amount of wet cum dripping from the thick bra and.

” here ya go Maria” mr Jones said tossing the big bra at Maria.

“Thank you sir hope you guys have a great weekend” she said to mr and mrs jones and scurried out of the office.

I Fucked My Sleeping Step-Daughter [M/f] [Teen] [Dubcon] [Semi-Incest] [Step] [Age Gap] [Sleeping]

I know, I know.

I’m a bad person.

But it’s not like you can judge, we both know why you’re reading this story so why don’t I just get on with it?

I’ll spare you too many details but about a year and a half ago I met my now-wife, Maria. We were both past our prime and looking to settle down and she was everything I looked for in a woman; smart, funny, super sexy and a hard worker. Despite the fact that I have more than enough money to support our family myself, Maria continues to work as a waitress at the diner we met at because she just loves having things to do and helping out, and I admire her for it.

After our first date she informed me that she had a kid who’s dad is no longer in the picture and didn’t want to keep it from me. I had no problems with this since her daughter Mia, was already grown up and I didn’t have to worry about changing diapers.

The issue came when I met Mia. As soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew she’d be a problem.

I Fucked My Sleeping Step-Daughter [M/f] [Teen] [Dubcon] [Semi-Incest] [Step] [Age Gap] [Sleeping]

I know, I know.

I’m a bad person.

But it’s not like you can judge, we both know why you’re reading this story so why don’t I just get on with it?

I’ll spare you too many details but about a year and a half ago I met my now-wife, Maria. We were both past our prime and looking to settle down and she was everything I looked for in a woman; smart, funny, super sexy and a hard worker. Despite the fact that I have more than enough money to support our family myself, Maria continues to work as a waitress at the diner we met at because she just loves having things to do and helping out, and I admire her for it.

After our first date she informed me that she had a kid who’s dad is no longer in the picture and didn’t want to keep it from me. I had no problems with this since her daughter Mia, was already grown up and I didn’t have to worry about changing diapers.

The issue came when I met Mia. As soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew she’d be a problem.

College football Saturday. Part 2

The water feels nice after Scott making Tabitiha cum she washes her body making sure all her special areas are clean! She hops out dries off and slip on a pair of white gstring panties a pair of blue jean shorts that shows her sexy ass off and slip on her team’s jersey and ties it up in the front. She hears her phone go off it’s a text from Bill. The message is kickoff 2 hours can’t wait to see you and a pic of his hard cock! Tab messages back I’m getting ready to leave and takes a pic of her sexy ass.

Tabitiha heads to her car and drives to Bill’s house. It takes 40 min to get there. You knock on the door and his wife Jen answers the door Hi you tell her kinda of shocked she is there. Jen says Hi back now I know why we have so many men here to check out how hot you are. Tabitiha starts to say something and Jen says I know what goes on here I have watched every game and you are fucking hot. I can’t tell you how many times I have masterbated watching you.

[MMF][bi] The visitors (mmf, mf, mm)

I’m a member of one of the popular “swingers” sites on the internet. While I do not consider myself a swinger I am open to a variety of different sexual experiences, so being a member of one of these sites is the way I hope to meet likeminded people. Many of these experiences I seek involve same-sex activities, and yes this includes both m-f couples and M2F transgendered folks.

This is a true story about something that happened this past summer, and yes it involves activities between men. If this isn’t your kind of thing, please stop reading now.

I play as a single male. This is not without its own set of challenges. I strongly suspect (and have observed) that other single males boast about things like having abnormal length/girth, sexual prowess, and are bisexual, but then they never show up to meet ‘n’ greets and it leaves a stain on all of us who are both legitimately looking for a good time and are committed to following through. Given that, it’s really difficult to meet people, and “swinging” is a very polarizing experience, so getting to the next step when meeting new people is a challenge in and of itself.

My Last Fling Before My Wedding [MF] [Cheating]

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Bethany was an awesome Maid of Honor for my wedding to Brandon. She handled a lot of the stuff that the mother of the bride usually does (no comment on that, love my Mom, but…). And after the bachelorette party where we went out to this awesome club in West Hollywood to watch a bunch of super hot gay guys strip for us, she told me about one more thing she was willing to “arrange” for me.

“A last hurrah,” she said.

“A what?”

We were both pretty drunk, back at our place after all the other girls had left, and I had for a second the feeling she was coming on to me. I was wrong, thankfully. I’m a straight girl. Tried the sapphic thing once in college like everybody, and sorry, I missed the cock.

“A last hurrah is one last fling before the wedding,” she said, slightly annoyed sounding, as though everybody knew about this. “Think about it Yessica, you’re never, ever going to have sex with anybody else ever again. I mean, I love Brandon, and he’s awesome. But girl… forever is a long time.”

I laughed at her.

[MF] Sharing my friend with my fuck buddy

This is the next installment of my series of stories about corrupting a friend to fuck my husband. My last story was about how she finally fucked my husband for the first time. Her husband liked to share her and she was hesitant but I did some manipulation to make her go with it. See my earlier stories for details.

She fucked my husband after our dinner dates. Sam used to go home to watch kids and Aditi would join my husband and they would have sex. Some times I watched and other times I went to bed. This happened a dozen times. My husband’s ultimate fantasy was to take both of us together and he also wanted to see Aditi and I play together. As I mentioned in my previous posts I too was attracted to her. But my husband Peter wanted to experiment and open her up. He didn’t want to push her and hurt our friendship. I thought about a plan and decided to share her with Robert. Robert was divorced, single guy with whom I hooked up a few times. I though he would be able to open up Aditi.

Something Borrowed, Something New (FM, Cheating, Risky)

I watch the door close to the small but pretty boutique room, my mother leaving to give me some time alone before I start a new life with my fiance. Well, I say fiance, but in less than two hours he will be my husband and I his wife, and our new journey will have really begun.

Turning my head from the door, I look into the mirror that is edged with pretty lights and see my perfectly set golden hair that curls and falls down to my shoulders and the makeup that had been expertly applied by one of my bridesmaids when the day had barely begun. The whole morning had been manic and now it was like I was in the calm of the eye of the storm before chaos reigned once more.

I take a deep breath and feel my breasts heave slightly against the corset of my wedding gown. At least for now I can breathe, with the silk ribbon laying open on my bare back which will do it’s best to hide the tattoo that my future husband has made clear he’s not a fan of. Too late to regret that now though.

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Something Borrowed, Something New (FM, Cheating, Risky)

I watch the door close to the small but pretty boutique room, my mother leaving to give me some time alone before I start a new life with my fiance. Well, I say fiance, but in less than two hours he will be my husband and I his wife, and our new journey will have really begun.

Turning my head from the door, I look into the mirror that is edged with pretty lights and see my perfectly set golden hair that curls and falls down to my shoulders and the makeup that had been expertly applied by one of my bridesmaids when the day had barely begun. The whole morning had been manic and now it was like I was in the calm of the eye of the storm before chaos reigned once more.

I take a deep breath and feel my breasts heave slightly against the corset of my wedding gown. At least for now I can breathe, with the silk ribbon laying open on my bare back which will do it’s best to hide the tattoo that my future husband has made clear he’s not a fan of. Too late to regret that now though.

The Most Beautiful Neighbor (MF)

“Awww, hell.”

I muttered it to myself. The most inside of jokes since I was the only one in on it at the moment. It is a nod to one of my favorite movies, “Tombstone.” Wyatt Earp (Kurt Russell) has just told Doc Holiday (Val Kilmer) how he will remain strong despite his attraction to the newly arrived Josephine (Dana Delany). Then she come through the door and Wyatt says that line, “Aww, hell.”

Doc mocks him with a smirk, “Why, Wyatt, you’re a rock.”

I always thought it was a really funny moment. I often said it to my own amusement when happening upon an unexpected beauty. In this instance I walked into my bedroom to open my window to let in a little spring air just as a truly gorgeous woman began descending the stairs that led to the front door of my building.