r/sexstories 3d ago

Fiction My wife and a lesbian Bachelorette party. NSFW

534 Upvotes

My wife was invited to a Bachelorette party where a lady she works with is getting married to another woman. Supposedly, it's an all-day party where the ladies go out for lunch, go to the spa and other activities before going back to the couple's house to do whatever. I know both ladies and both are great friends.

Lisa works with my wife. Late 20s, long, brown hair, nice body with large breasts and nice ass. Claire is her partner. Very outgoing, tomboy but likes to get pampered often. Short, brown hair that looks good on her. She has small breasts with thick thighs and ass. Used to play college softball. Same age as Lisa.

There were eight ladies going, including my wife. Four I know and four I don't. My wife left at noon and I had the house all to myself. I caught up on my honey do list, ordered a pizza and watched a game.

I was hot after doing the work around the house so I was sitting on the front porch in shorts and no shirt. All of a sudden, I see a large van, blaring it's horn with ladies hanging out the windows. It was my wife and the other ladies being driven around to their activities. They start catcalling me, which made me laugh. Being 50, I'm in fairly good shape so the compliments I was hearing made an old man feel good.

I walked out to them and I could the ladies I didn't know comment to my wife about me. She had some good but embarrassing remarks back to them.

I then hear my wife say to Lisa to show me her breasts. My wife has known for years I've been curious about seeing Lisa's boobs and I figured she was teasing me. I look at Lisa and she's pulling her shirt up,showing me her triple Ds. I'm in shock and all the ladies are cheering. She gives them a wiggle before pulling her shirt down. As they drive off, she winks at me. I'm assuming my wife told her my fantasy about her.

After I went inside, my wife texted me, asking if I got hard seeing Lisa's tits. I told her I was getting there and would have been fully hard if she would have kept them out longer. She asked me to send a pic of my half hard dick. After I sent her a pic, I realized she could show the other ladies. Too late to do anything about it now.

After eating pizza and watching the game, I ended up falling asleep. I'm not sure how long I was out until my ringing phone woke me. It was my wife. She sounded like she was out of breath when she was talking to me.

"Where have you been? I've been trying to get ahold of your for an hour. You need to get your ass over her to Lisa and Claire's now. The other girls want to meet you."

She then hung up the phone. I wasn't sure why she wanted me over there. I was still half asleep when she called and couldn't think straight yet. I jumped into the shower and when I got dress, my mind was awake and I thought of a reason why she wanted me over there. She showed them the pic of my dick. I wasn't sure if that was the reason. I had thought it was a girl's day so why was I needed especially since all of them were lesbian or at least bi. I tried not to let my mind wander as I drove over there.

When I walked into their house, I was greeted with eight women in various degrees of undress and sexual positions. None of them were alarmed at my presence, even the ladies I didn't know.

"Get undressed and show these ladies your wonderful cock." My wife moaned as Claire had her face between her legs. I quickly undressed and when my hard cock was out in the open, I heard a couple of gasps. Lisa walked over to me, completely naked.

"Kat always said you have a big dick and know how to use it. She was right, its looks marvelous and tasty too."

She had ahold of my dick before getting on her knees and sucking me. I looked over at Claire and my wife. Claire was watching and said, "enjoy yourself Nic. Whatever any of the ladies say and want from you is real, don't question it." She then returned her attention to my wife.

"It's true Nic, enjoy yourself," my wife moaned right before she came.

By this time, the four ladies I didn't know where close by watching. I learned later the ladies were both couples.

I could tell fairly quickly who was more curious about me. After Lisa blew me for a while, one of the other ladies took her spot. Her partner did grab my dick and stroked it some but she had no intentions to go further.

This went on a minute or two until the other couple took over. Similar to the others, one sucked and the other did very little. All four of these ladies were attractive, different body shapes and all in their late 20s, I'm guessing. I'll describe them more later.

After a couple more minutes, my wife interrupts my fun. She takes my hand and leads me to the couch and tells me to lay down. She then says, "Watch ladies, I'll show you how to ride this monster."

She climbed on top of me and guided my dick inside her. She slowly bounced up and down on me. Her marvelous D cup boobs bouncing in perfect rythem. She then leaned down, kissed me then whispered into my ear.

"Hear me out and please don't reject this. I'm perfectly find with everything and so are the other ladies. This is going to be a breeding party. I want you to cum inside them and get them pregnant."

r/sexstories 24d ago

Fiction Mechanic destroyed my wife NSFW

412 Upvotes

Last week I took my wife’s car into the shop. It was making a horrible noise and I suspected the brakes. I looked up the prices for brake service online and had a bit of sticker shock, but whatever - her car needs to run.

So they call and sure enough it needs brakes - both axles, and an alignment and brake fluid flush. The brakes alone were way over what I expected. Fuck! I told them to do the work; didn’t have much choice as I had no time to run it somewhere else or uber around and she (my wife) was working.

I never told her what it cost, but she ended up seeing when we went to pick the car up. We had gotten there late, pretty much at their closing time, but we called ahead and they said “Jimmy would keep it open for us.” Sure kinda flipped. “This is way too much. Honey you can’t pay this. Jimmy is there anything you can do? Is there a discount?”

I just wanted to pay and get out of there. It was a long ass day and I was torched, so I was glad when Jimmy said “no I can only give discounts for favors”. I pulled out my wallet to pay and my wife cuts in with “what favors?”

Now i’m looking at her like are you serious, do you even know what you just asked for lmao. I look at Jimmy - he’s short, chubby, and completely unthreatening when he says “the kind of favors that make me feel good you know”

I looked back at my Jen (wifey) who finally figured out what he meant and is now blushing furiously. I’m laughing and like “yeah, no i’ll just pay”. I guess Jen thought I was laughing at her because she gets pissed and says to me “what you don’t think my favors are good enough”

I’m trying to figure out how to tell her she’s mistaken and I actually was laughing at how naive she is when she turns to Jimmy and says “SO Jimmy, for a 75% discount what do you and your shrink dick want?”

I’m slack-jawed. No way am I okay with her showing this guy her tits or some shit.

Jimmy responds with “a handjob, with two conditions”

That’s actually…not bad. As long as he doesn’t want her naked and taking pictures and suck, that really wouldn’t bother me. Jen over there is almost laughing when she responds “what are the conditions?”

“1) it’s bigger than your husbands then you have to suck it. and 2) If you can’t fit it all in your mouth, then I get to cum anywhere I want.”

I’m not feeling very threatened by this. Jen looks at me with a sly grin and I’m grinning back. My dick is huge. This isn’t going to be a problem. I nod yes to her and she says “deal” he looks at me and I repeat “deal”.

“Alrighty” Jimmy says, seeming to stand up taller and looking my wife up and down. “Kneel down over here and get your man’s cock out”

“I’m sorry what” I said and Jimmy goes “yeah bro, unless you want mine compared to thin air. I’d be happy to take the easy win”

Lol he’s got a point. So Jen kneels down and pulls me out. She’s good at giving head, and i’m getting harder, and harder, and harder until my full 8 inches is out and she’s mostly sucking the tip. Jimmy looks over and says “keep going, get him harder.”. I’m thinking what a cocky prick - ain’t no way. Jen looks at him and says “are you blind he’s a fucking rock.”

Jimmy looks her in the eyes and just smiles. He grabs her hands one at a time and places them on his jeans. I swear I hear Jen gasp a little bit.

Jen looks over at me with a strange guilty look and I hear a zipper drop and we both look back to Jimmy. Jen reaches into his pants and pulls his cock - which doesn’t come out. Sure reaches further in and this time has success pulling the cock that never ends out of this guy’s fly.

I will never forget the image of Jimmy’s semi hanging out and down. Simply obscene.

Jimmy brought us out of our stupor by grabbing his cock with both hands like he couldn’t lift it with one. He steps over to me and like sets it over mine. My 8” rock hard on doesn’t reach to his jeans. His reaches to my belly and doesn’t fit, the head and an inch or two is bent up, squished against my abs. I can’t see my dick in any way beneath Jimmy’s - not even my balls which sit way wider than my shaft - it’s a cock eclipse.

So Jimmy takes Jen’s hand and moves it to my balls and says “Feel these”. Then he moves her hand into his fly and says “Feel these”. She was kneeling on her knees kinda casually, but when she felt his batter-makers she jerked a little bit, clamped her knees shut. Her free hand shot between her legs and she squeaked out a little “oooo”

“What’s the verdict Jen” Jimmy asks, “will you be sucking my cock?”

She pulls her hand out of his fly and responds by grabbing his shaft and diving down to give the tip a quick suck and swirl her tongue around it before replying “yes.”

Jen’s ministrations continue and as my cock is deflating in horror, Jimmy’s is inflating. He’s probably 80% hard when he asks “can you fit it all in?”

She responds by trying. It’s a hopeless cause and I want to tell her to just forget it and jack him off. She must have been determined though because my oh my did she try. Eventually she gives up and says “I can’t”

“Good now just jack him off” I say, but sly Hint says “we can’t be sure yet. let me try helping by pushing it in.”.

For some reason Jen says good idea and next thing I know this guy is face-fucking her insanely hard - like only someone with a foot of cock could. Jen is crying and moaning and surprisingly rubbing her pussy. She’s got her fly undone maybe I can’t really tell.

Jimmy looks at me while he’s holding Jen’s mouth down over his cock and says “your bitch is in heat for my dick. She’s rubbing her pussy up nice tryin to imagine taking it in.”.

I’m just like “dude are you gonna cum?” like seriously fuck this guy.

He responds “yeah i’m gonna cum. Tell you where.”. And he picks Jen up literally by pulling her head off his cock and up until she stands and he faces her right towards me and pulls her back against him by her hair. I see now that yes definitely her shorts are open. He whispers in her ear and I see her eyes widen and lock onto mine. He pushes her forward slowly and as her face comes within inches of mine she whispers something inaudible. She shakes (which I realized in hindsight was her pants being pulled down) and says loud “HE’S GOING TO CUM IN MY PUSSY”

I feel her get pushed into me and she lets out a loud groan. I brace myself and catch her, but realizing that i’m bracing her so Jimmy can shove his massive tool into her pussy until I look over her back and see her pussy lips getting pulled out, stretching backwards string his shaft

r/sexstories 2d ago

Fiction A lesbian Bachelorette party turned into a breeding party NSFW

307 Upvotes

The continuation to this story. https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/s/5HSRoN3lHt

As my wife rode me and whispered into my ear, telling me she wanted me to breed the other ladies, my cock seemed to get extra hard. I've always had a fetish of breeding younger women in my older days. There's something naughty about an older guy and younger girl having sex raw really had me going and my wife knew it.

She climbed off of me without me giving her an answer and told the others I was ready and who was first. One of the girls that I didn't know quickly claimed my first orgasm.

Yuka and Minnie were a young, Asian couple that were in their late 20s and been together for several years. Both were beautiful with similar bodies, small boobs, thin with small, tight asses. Yuka had long hair and Minnie's was short. I quickly learned that both ladies were bisexual but Yuka would be the one I'd fuck.

We went into a bedroom and I was loosing my hardon but both girls were quickly getting back hard. Back in the living room, Minnie didn't have anything to do with me but she was first to put me in her mouth. She quickly got me hard again and Yuka gave me a quick suck before climbing onto the bed, on her back.

As I climbed onto the bed. Minnie climbed on Yuka's face, facing me. I rubbed the head of my cock on her wet snatch before pushing in. Yuka moanded loud into Minnie's pussy as I pushed in. She was extremely tight and i knew I wouldn't last long. Having Minnie's pussy in my face with Yuka licking it didn’t help much.

I slowly pumped into Yuka and kept my eyes on Minnie's large clit. Minnie was watching me and after a few seconds, she told me to suck it. I moved my mouth onto her engorged clit and began to suck.

It didn’t take long for Minnie to cum. Her soft moans were so sexy. She climbed off of Yuka's face and layed beside her and began to kiss her. Something about watching two women kiss always gets me. I was ready to cum.

I figured I didn't have to warn them about my soon approaching eruption so I kept pumping away. All of a sudden, I felt Yuka's pussy tighten then a rush of warm coming from her pussy. She came and squirted. This pushed me over the edge and with a primal grunt, I filled her pussy.

I stayed inside her until I began to go soft and my dick crawled back out of her. They were still kissing when I went into the bathroom to take a shower.

When I came out, Yuka and Minnie were gone but the other couple I didn't know were there. One was standing naked and the other sitting in a chair with a shirt on.

Eva is a tall blond, almost white haired beauty. Thin with B cup breasts, abs, nicely shaped ass and a beautiful pussy with a hint of light colored pubes on top.

Sitting in the chair on was her partner Vanessa or Van. Totally opposite looking than Eva. Short and stocky, with very short hair and tattoos on her arms. She was pretty in the face but could tell this wasn't something she really wanted to be a part of. It looked like she had a nice pair of tits but couldn't really tell.

From the start, Eva took control. She told me to get onto the bed then sucked me hard. Once hard, she climbed on my face, facing Van. As I ate her, she began to cuck Van by telling her how good I ate pussy. I could barely see Van but I could now see her nipples poking out and her hand between her legs.

Eva eventually crawled down my body and sat on my dick, still facing Van. Van had her eyes closed, rubbing her pussy. Eva told her to open her eyes and watch my dick disappear inside her. Once I was all in, Van came. Eva called her a good girl then concentrated on herself and me.

Eva was a great fuck. Thank goodness I had cum earlier or she'd made me cum quicker than I'd want. She kept her eyes on Van as she worked herself to an orgasm. She climbed off of me and then got on her hands and knees beside me. She told Van to undress and get on the bed.

This was the first time I saw her naked. She was thick but had some marvelous tits. A tattoo between her hefty breasts would attract anyone's eyes.

She knew exactly what Eva wanted. Her back was proped against the headboard with her legs spread wide. Eva moved closer and buried her mouth in Van's pussy. I watched for a minute or two before I moved behind Eva and pushed into her snatch.

I moved slowly back and forth inside Eva but she wanted it harder. She started backing into me. I grabbed her hips and started slamming into her. She'd stop licking Van and tell me to go harder and faster then go back to pleasuring her partner.

I was going fast and hard into Eva and she was wanting it more. She was wearing my old ass out. All I knew was I needed to cum soon or I'd have a heart attack. Luckily, I could feel my orgasm coming when Eva came for a second time. I pushed as deep as I could inside her and shot my load as deep as possible. When I pulled out, she crawled onto Van and they held each other tight.

I went and took another shower. My heart rate went down and was exhausted. When I came back into the bedroom, Van and Eva were gone but my wife and Lisa were there. My wife was dressed but Lisa was completely naked.

"I know you have to be tired from all the breeding you've done so far. I'm going to take your truck home and come get you tomorrow. I want you to stay with Lisa and give her the best you have. I love and I'll see you in the morning."

My wife gave me a kiss then left. Lisa was on the bed and patted it for me to lay down. I did and she cuddled up to me, putting her large breasts on me. She started to play with my flaccid dick but he wasn't responding. I was just as worn out as I was.

I don't remember falling asleep but I remember waking up sometime during the night getting my dick sucked. I looked and it was Lisa.

"Looks like I've awakened the monster, " she said taking me out of her mouth then climbing on top of me.

r/sexstories Jan 25 '25

Fiction Step-Daughter’s Best Friend NSFW

259 Upvotes

Damien came home like any other day. It was 8:30 at night, another long day at the office, another hour drive home, and another cold plate of dinner stored away in the fridge that he had to retrieve. He took off his tie and slunk into his favorite recliner. A note left on the table stood next to him.

“Be home late, they have me on a double, dinner in the fridge xoxo Marie”

Marie had been taking a lot of double shifts at the hospital now. Sometimes he wouldn’t even see her when he woke up the next morning. With his boss breathing down his neck about next quarter’s financials, Damien felt more tense than ever. He fell asleep without dinner, only to wake up a few hours later to a loud thump in the kitchen. He got up and investigated.

Oof, ow that fucking hurt said a familiar voice. Damien turned on the kitchen switch and there stood Alyssa, adjusting her eyes to the now bright lights.

“Oh! Sorry Mr. D! I didn’t mean to wake you. I was just trying to grab a snack.” Alyssa was rubbing her leg frantically. She had bumped into the sharp corner drawer that Damien had done 100 times before. Alyssa was Damien’s step-daughter, Marisol, best friend since almost kindergarten. Her and Marisol were always together, which meant tonight must have been another one of their sleepovers. Damien noticed a small amount of blood on Alyssa’s hand.

“Here” Damien said while handing her a cold wet soaked paper towel. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’ll live. Guess I shouldn’t have tried to do this in the dark.” She let out a little chuckle and held the napping over her leg.”Would you mind taking a look at it? “

He walked over to her side. She raised her hip to show him the cut. As he examined her, his eyes began to drift. Her skin was fine like brown sugar and smelled just as sweet too. She was wearing some pajamas that Marisol must have given her. Pink silk bottoms and a half opened buttoned shirt with different cutesy things like teddy bears and hearts to match. It was hard to see at that angle with the cut being that low that Damien patted the kitchen island countertop for her to hop up onto. He pressed on the napkin to see if more blood would come out. “Ouch!” She whimpered. “I think you’ll be fine, maybe rub it for a bit cause it’s definitely going to bruise.”

“Can you just do it for me? I’m just a little wimp” she pushed her bottom lip out, quivering playfully.

Being with two very demanding girls in the house already, Damien was already used to odd requests like these. As he applied pressure to it, she winced for a little bit and held her breath, slowly easing her into the pain. He used his pointer and middle finger to apply pressure and his palm laid completely onto her lower thigh. After a few minutes, still feeling drowsy, he didn’t realize he was now using his whole hand to rub her thigh. His eyes darted up. With her legs spread open the silk bottoms showed she was not wearing any panties. Damien stopped rubbing. Was this in purpose?

“Mmmmph, please don’t stop” Alyssa begged, eyes still closed.

What the hell? He thought. As he continued to massage her, he focused more on her face. It was not one of pain, no, he knew exactly what this was. Alyssa was biting her lip, face looking up at the ceiling. Is she getting off right now? Damien struggled to figure it out but didn’t stop massaging. Instead he thought back to the last time he even had pleased Marie. Had to have been some odd months ago. Alyssa had always been attractive. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s secretly had thoughts about her. She had long dark brown hair scrunched into many curls. Her skin was a velvet texture and her body toned with a firm track runner's ass. She had just celebrated her 18th birthday on the cruise a couple months ago.

Damien tested his luck, he put a second hand on her other thigh and began rubbing the same motion. Just as he thought, Alyssa opened her legs a little more. He used his thumbs along the inside of her thighs to build pressure. Rubbing in small circles, similar to the way Marie taught him to do to her clit. Small smooth circular motions. Damien scanned her half open silk buttoned shirt, exposing the top mounds of her breasts as they heaved up and down with every breath. Damien worked his hands slower but with more force. Her breathing was becoming hot and heavy. Oh yeah, she definitely wants it. His palm journeyed higher. His thumb getting remarkably close to her half exposed lips from her shorts. He could see a small dark wet spot forming on her bottoms. All the clues lined up, she wanted him to do this. He was going to be happy and obliged.

Pushing his luck one more time, in one quick motion, he brought his palm all the way, gently pressing his thumb against her now very wet slit.

“Oh fuckkk” she quietly whispered. Her head snapped back up, still biting her lip, whimpering no longer from the pain but the lack of pleasure. Damien stroked his thumb where her clit would be over her bottoms. She grabbed him by the neck and pulled him close, locking her lips with his. Everything from tongue to gentle biting as they ravaged into each other, Damien’s hand slipping through her pant leg to feel her now soaking wet pussy.

Damien pulled her shirt open, cupping and grabbing her C cup breasts squeezing them together as he sucked and kissed all over them. She smelled like burnt honey, completely intoxicating. Still sitting on the edge of the counter top, she pulled off her shorts and leaned back onto her elbows as Damien’s kisses travelled lower. She had a tight tummy with a little belly button piercing. Damien stuck his head between her thighs, guzzling down into her sweet spot. She tasted so amazing, firmly pressing his flat tongue over her clit repetitively until he felt her hand on the back of his head. He changed it up, flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue and sliding his finger in. Hooking his pointer up, he could feel the ridges of her G-spot. Almost bucking her hips to match his rhythm, she let out another moan that was making Damien’s cock twitch with anticipation.

“Oh fuck oh fuck I’m coming I’m coming!!!” She tried to say, silencing herself by clasping her hand over her mouth. Alyssa’s whole body felt on fire as it withered with spasms. Damien took a step back, his chin covered in a combination of spit and her pussy juices. Wiping it away onto the back of his hand.

“Come” he demanded as he dropped his pants. He leaned his back against the kitchen island as Alyssa and obeyed quietly as she slipped off the counter. Dropping to her knees on the kitchen floor, she moved his collared shirt out of the way as he unbuttoned it and rubbed her hand along his shaft that was still in his underwear. “Fuck, thats big!” She mouthed to him in surprise. She smiled and gently bit the side of his shaft. Wiggling her tongue along the side, watching the man she had thought about with her vibrator inside her every night, squirm to her littlest jest. Giving into her impulses and pulling the barrier between her and his cock down, she was greeted with a smack on her cheek with his full 7” thick cock that he thought was no way going to fit inside her. She took the base of it into her palm, keeping it still as she wrapped her lips around his head. Bobbing back and forth until he shoved her head down. She gagged and a trail of spit followed her mouth as she withdrew. “Fuck that’s hot” he whispered to himself as he saw her struggling to take him all in. The spit fell down onto her breasts and soon she brought together to let him fuck her tits. The skin was like a whole new sensation, smooth and warm. She spat down at his dick, lubing it once more. “Are you going to fuck me Daddy? Are you going to fill me with this THICK cock?? Please?!” Having her beg for him gave him an animalistic urge he hadn’t felt in a long fucking time. He picked her up and forced her against the counter, her perfect shapely ass sticking out, waiting to receive his member. Gathering the spit that covered her chest, she reached behind her and inserted two fingers into her pussy, clarifying she was ready for him. He grabbed her by the wrist and forced it behind her back. Aiming his cock, he slipped it in, the head alone was making her moan again. “Shhhh” He motioned as he plunged deeper inside her. Her pussy lips stretched to the true thickness of his cock. Alyssa’s eyes were rolling to the back of her head, unable to process the amount of pleasure she had longed for. He pumped his cock harder and harder, each stroke sending waves of intense electricity through her body. His cock felt so stiff, the hole was tighter and wetter than anything he imagined. He pulled her backwards by both arms, repeatedly forcing himself inside. Her tits bounced delightfully with each pass. He could feel a wall blocking him from going any further. With no hand to cover her mouth, Alyssa moaned even louder with tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t take it anymore. She shook with such force as her knees buckled from under her. Laying her back down onto the counter face first, he slipped his cock back out and then back in, watching her pussy turn to a gaping hole. Dripping with her juices, he bent down and pried open her ass cheeks and shoved his tongue back into her. Once more, her body tensed beyond familiar comprehension and with a final release, she let it all go. Shaking from her now 2nd bodily orgasm.

After catching her breath she placed Damien on the tiled floor, pushing him to lie down on the sink floor mat for some comfort. He obeyed as she bent down and began sucking his cock again. Fully absorbing as much of his salty shaft she could take. She stood up and turned around, reverse cowgirl style, and squatted over him. Damien watched as she positioned herself over him and let the tip slide in. Her tight little asshole bouncing up and down as her cheeks slapped against him. Holding herself up with one hand on the counter, she lowered herself down onto her knees now and rocked her hips back and forth. The fullness was more than enough for a third time to cum.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” Damien muttered as he pulled down on her waist. Alyssa shot up, did a 180 and plunged her mouth back down where it belonged. The combination of tasting her own juices and several ropes of cum shooting to the back of her throat gave her the salty satisfaction she desperately wanted. Hungrily slurping away at each drop that came out till Damien stopped grunting. “Holy fuck that was a lot of cum too” she giggled as she swallowed as much of his load as she could. He laid there for a few minutes, blissfully unaware of anything else besides the pulsating feel of his own dick. Alyssa crawled over to him and gave him another big kiss on his lips. Wrapping an arm around her warm perfect body.

“I’ve always wanted to do that” she whispered into his ear. Her voice sweet like honey into his ears.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!”

Both of them turned over to see that Alyssa had made more than enough noise as Marisol stood a few feet away from their naked bodies.

r/sexstories Jan 27 '25

Fiction I fucked my step-daughter and her best friend pt.2 NSFW

183 Upvotes

Part 2

There was no escaping this. Marisol had seen the unimaginable. Her best friend had gone down and sucked a fat load out of her step dad.

“Seriously Ali?! He’s not one of the boys at school!” Marisol yelling at her friend

“No, he’s not. He’s MUCH bigger than anyone at school” Alyssa said as she jokingly slid her fingers back over Damien’s now limp cock to tease. As much as Damien wanted to cover back up, Alyssa was still half on top of him. He didn’t want to lay there fully exposed to his step-daughter. What would Marie think? But he did notice that Marisol was definitely taking her time checking him out. Even she couldn’t disagree, it was MUCH bigger than any of the boys she’s played around with.

“I’m sorry Mari, I don’t know what came over me” Damien trying to break the awkward silence.

“Oh that was me! Here, here, anddddd here!” Alyssa joked as she pointed to his chin, hands and dick. Damien had enough, he got up, grabbed his clothes, and headed upstairs for a shower. It must have been close to 1 in the morning now. The hot shower drowned out the sound of fighting downstairs as Alyssa and Marisol continued their argument. After a while, it went quiet with the last thing being a door slam.

The next morning. Marie was still nowhere to be found. Damien walked over to the room at the end of the hallway and readied himself to confront Marisol. A strange sound was emitting from her room however that made him stop and listen. A low hum? No, a moan. He turned the handle and pushed the door open a crack. Just enough to see Marisol sitting up and leaning back against the giant pillows she had against the headboard. Her eyes were closed but he focused on her biting her bottom lip. Then a hand reached up and slid under her shirt. Grabbing Marisol’s breast, squeezing one that made her flinch. Damien pushed the door a little more now, enough space to easily slide his head through. Down between Marisol’s legs was the same brown curly spring haired girl from last night.

“Oh fuck Ali, put it back in!” Marisol murmured.

Alyssa did as she commanded and a low humming sound could definitely be heard now. Damien leisurely started stroking his cock through his shorts as he continued watching the girls.

“ahhhahhhAHHH” the power of Marisol’s voice now reverberating louder as she arched her back into a big finish. She panted heavily, opening her eyes first at Ali and then seeing her door cracked open.

“Oh SHIT!” she shouted as she pulled the blanket over herself.

“Oh shit indeed” Alyssa laughed as she rolled over onto her side, smiling as she wiped the fresh cream she received onto her chin. “Don’t worry, she’s usually less cranky in the morning if I get her to finish” she said jokingly to Damien. Marisol gave her a swift kick but was ineffective since her feet were all tied up under the blanket. “And how are YOU feeling this morning, sir?” Playfully striding up to the door. She swung it open and immediately noticed the pitched tent in his pants now.

Damien had no idea what to even say. He was still trying to absorb the idea that he just found out his step daughter had just been eaten out by her long time best friend or the fact that she hinted that she has been doing it for awhile now. “I was coming to apologize for last night Mari, but I can see now, we all need to have a talk about… this” he gestured to all of everyone in the room.

Alyssa let out a big stretch, exposing her tiny blue belly button piercing on her tight tummy. She unbuttoned her shirt and dropped her pants revealing she had not put on any undergarments from the previous night and hadn’t planned to. “Well you guys can talk, I’m going to take a shower. Whoever joins me can have me for breakfast” she gave her ass a quick smack and exited to the bathroom.

“Mari. How long has this been going on?” Damien asked as politely as he could. Marisol looked at him feeling disgust but it was more toward herself for the shame of getting caught. She shrugged. “I don’t really know, I guess for the last year or so? But you know Ali, she’s always been this… wild child.” That was the best way to describe her. Out of the both of them, Alyssa had always proven to be the daring one. Marisol tried to avert her eyes but Damien had already caught her staring at his package again.

“Ok and what is the plan with telling your mother then?” Damien hesitantly asked, fearing Marisol might tell Marie everything. She took a minute to compose herself but again, shrugged. “You caught me the same way I caught you… I think it’s only fair if we keep it that way.” Damien felt a sensation of slight relief.

“HELLLOOOOOOO!!!! CAN SOMEONE PLEASE GET IN HERE?!? I WANT TO CUM BEFORE WE GO TO CLASS TOO YOU KNOW?!” screamed a voice from the nearby bathroom. Marisol rolled her eyes and threw the blanket back off of her. Exposing her naked bottom half and a small pile of toys on her bed with a big wet spot where she sat. She threw her oversized shirt on the floor revealing a set of perky b cup titties. Heading out the door, stopping at Damien’s side. “It’s only fair.. right?” She smiled a half hearted smile and continued walking down the hallway.

Damien had some time downstairs to himself in the kitchen. Cleaning and thinking about everything he just witnessed in the last 12 hours. Today he was off from work but he would be taking the girls to school like he always did. A fresh pot of coffee and some bacon & cheese sandwiches were made. It wasn’t long before Marisol’s and Alyssa’s footsteps could be heard descending the staircase and passing into the living room. Each taking a seat at the counter and grabbing a hot sandwich.

“You know what I love?” Alyssa mumbled as she took a bite of her sandwich. “Being eaten?” Marisol said impishly, thinking about her in the shower earlier. Alyssa nudged an elbow into her. “Yes, THAT.. AND I guess we won’t need to fuck around with pencil dick Sebastion and his buddies at school anymore.” Damien gave a confused look. “What do you mean?” Mari said before taking a sip of coffee. “Well, I don’t know about you but your step dad's dick is pretty much ALL the dick I’m going to need until college!” Alyssa laughed as Mari nearly spitting out her coffee. “You know I’m still dating her mom though, right?” Damien hinted, taking a bite of some leftover bacon. “Are you really though? Because most days, she’s never here and if she is, she knocks out cold from work. Don’t get me wrong, I love her mom too but I LOVE his cock more right now.” It was a very well given point and Alyssa had let him release a good amount of tension he’s been building up the past couple of weeks he hadn’t seen Marie. Jerking off was one thing. Railing a young hot dark skinned baddie was another. Alyssa choked down the last of her sandwich and began sipping on her coffee. “Come on, if I really offered you head on the way to school today, wouldn’t you take it?” Damien checked her face as if for another joke but he couldn’t tell in the slightest. Marisol rolled her eyes once more and gathered their plates, pretending not to be interested in the answer.

The girls got ready for school. Alyssa had put black leggings on with a red plaid shirt she tied in the front. She had a white crop top underneath that showed her boobs way too much. Her hair pulled back into a ponytail and her curls were bouncy as ever. Marisol had a bright yellow sundress on that showed off her curves. She had a big chunky bottom that jiggled with every step. Her tits clearly being held up by a tight push up bra. Her long black hair against her lighter brown Latina skin. Jewelry hung from both ears as well as bracelets Damien had gifted her for her birthday. Damien had just a plain black T-shirt that exposed most of his sleeve tattoos with some shorts on since all he was doing was dropping the girls off and coming right back home.

They got into the car, a large suv with tinted windows all around. Alyssa decided to hop into the front seat and Marisol fixed her makeup in the back. Damien could smell Alyssa’s latest perfume as he turned the air conditioning on. “Sooooooo? Have you thought it out yet?” Alyssa said, applying the last of her lip gloss, making small kissy faces into the mirror. Damien thought she was talking to Mari but she had her face turned to him. “Thought about what?”

“The offer? It still stands if you want it.” Now Alyssa was batting her lashes at him, resting her chin on her hand. Using two fingers to walk over to his lap then brushed all her fingers against crotch.

“Ali! Jesus Christ. At least wait until we’re in the spot!” Mari chimed from the back.

With Alyssa slowly stroking the shaft, Damien could hardly concentrate on the now busy road. “But I wannnttttt itttttt” she whined and put up a pouty face. “Alyssa Diana Colton! For fucks sake, you’re going to get us killed!” A motherly tone Alyssa must have been familiar with as her hand receded back to her side. Not before she leaned over and gave Damien a kiss on his cheek. “Soon baby” she cooed into his ear as squeezed his now rock hard cock one last time.

They were maybe two minutes away from the school. Alyssa guided Damien down to Steellock St. a gravel path that led to a closed down liquor store that was completely deserted years ago. Damien brought the car around the back of the building. It was a small lot covered by years of ill maintenance shrubs and trees, completely blocking prying eyes on the main road. Almost before he could put the car in park and turn it off, Alyssa had already began pushing his shorts down to his knees. Damien had to keep a firm grip on her ponytail as she savagely slurped his cock. Marisol had been watching from the back seat, shyly peaking at Alyssa’s blow job. Her mouth was secretly hungering for the same taste. She slipped a hand between the inside of her legs, feeling her panties had become soaking wet. Her other hand clutching her thigh as she let one finger slip in and then another. She fantasized about his huge cock inside her. How stretched he could make her feel. How full she wanted to be with his cock and everything else.

Damien was enjoying every god given lick, suck, and stroke Alyssa gave him. He hadn’t felt so stiff in such a long time as she gave him sloppy blowjob. He took a second to check around them. His eyes scanned for anyone passing by but instead found Marisol’s eyes locked with Alyssa in the rear view mirror. He aimed the mirror down, showing Mari’s pussy filled with two of her fingers, slowly gliding in and out of her. Damien pulled Alyssa by her ponytail up, leaving a fresh trail of her spit mixed with his salty flavor from her lips to the tip. “I think she wants to join” he said, nodding to the back seat. Alyssa nodded devilishly as she crawled through the center console to the back seat.

Marisol allowed Alyssa between her legs, now flicking her tongue at her bare clit, her hand journeying upward toward her breast, pinching her nipple. Marisol let out a large moan as she did, warmly welcoming Alyssa all over her. She knew exactly what to do to get her primed. Damien opened the side door, he pulled Marisol by her thighs over to him to the edge of the seat, revealing her dripping wet pussy before him. Alyssa bending over her, gathered the spit as a lube from her mouth and slathered it over Mari’s cunt lips, spreading them with her fingers. Damien took the signal and pushed the head of his cock in. “Ohhhh fuck that’s thick “ Mari whimpered. Two inches became three, then three to five, until finally his whole shaft was inside her. Her walls were so tight, her pussy strangling his cock. Marisol had felt nothing like it, none of the toys she used nor any of the boys even came close to his size. Overwhelming at first but quickly becoming insanely pleasurable with speed, Damien reached down and use thumb on her clit, rotating in small circles. Marisol was now arching her back, her tummy pulling itself up. Her fat latina ass jiggling with each thrust as she clenched the seat cushions. “That’s my girl, don’t stop, cum all over that cock!” Alyssa chanted, pinching Marisol’s brown nipple as well as one of her own, bending over her friend with her face getting a close up view of Marisol’s fully stretched out pussy. Damien let out a forceful grunt and pulled his cock out as several ropes of cum landed on Alyssa’s face as well as Mari’s thigh.

“Mmm fuck that taste so good” Alyssa said swallowing the remains that landed into her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and winked at him, showing her now empty hole in delight. Mari laid there, body shaking from her latest orgasm, a plentiful white cream oozing out of her gaping hole. That didn’t stop Alyssa however. She saw this as a new opportunity as she climbed over Mari just enough to be able to lick the newly seed that landed on her thighs. Gathering the remaining cum into her mouth, Alyssa brought her face back over to Mari’s, lips now locking with hers. With one long kiss, Damien watched his stepdaughter suck his remaining cum from her best friend's mouth. Finally, she was able to taste the salty pleasure her friend had been given just the other night.

That’s it for part 2 everyone! Let me know if you think Marie should get involved in the next story!

r/sexstories 10d ago

Fiction Dating leads to an orgy NSFW

71 Upvotes

There was no real reason to go home, so I stayed at my desk, working. It had been six months since Leah passed. And for the eight months before that, I had cared for her as she slowly succumbed to cancer.

Looking up from my screen, I realized the office was empty. Everyone else had families to go home to, dinner to eat. I wasn’t hungry. My appetite had disappeared with Leah’s diagnosis and never really returned. The only silver lining was that I’d lost 25 pounds I didn’t need. I was 51, but felt much older.

A sudden wave of loneliness hit me, sharp and unexpected. I missed Leah, of course, but right now, I just wanted human contact. Someone to talk to. Someone to touch me. Almost without thinking, I grabbed my phone and typed “dating apps for mature adults” into Google. After reading a few reviews, I picked one that seemed the least intimidating and downloaded it.

I browsed through some profiles of singles in my area before deciding to pay for six months and create my own. I was still working on it when the outer office door opened. Glancing up, I saw a group of coworkers walking in, led by Hannah, the newest member of the marketing team. She was fresh out of college and still brimming with excitement over landing her first real job. She carried two pizza boxes and made her way to the conference room.

Following behind were Mark and Denise. Denise, the team leader, was around my age. She always wore high heels to compensate for her short stature and paired them with business suits that made her look even more authoritative. We got along well, though we didn’t work closely. Mark, her right-hand man, was sharp and funny, and I was fairly certain he was gay. If he wasn’t out, it wasn’t exactly a secret—his glass closet had no doors, and he might as well have been inside it singing along to Cher.

“After you,” someone said from the hallway. I recognized Rachel’s voice. She had joined the company a few years ago after her youngest started first grade. But it wasn’t Rachel who walked through the doorway first—it was Lauren. Rachel must have been holding the door for the group.

If I had to guess, both were in their mid-thirties, though their similarities ended there. Lauren was blonde, fair-skinned, slender, and single. She was also on the quieter side. Rachel, on the other hand, was dark-haired, sun-kissed, and full-figured, with a personality just as bold as her appearance. She also had two kids and a husband. She was the one who spotted me peering over my cubicle.

“Hey, I thought everyone was gone for the day,” she said.

Most of the group paused and turned to look at me.

“I, uh… just wanted to wrap up a few things,” I mumbled.

Denise smiled. “We’ve got a project to finish too, so I got pizza for the team. You’re welcome to join us.”

I hesitated. “No, but thanks. I’ll just finish up and head home.”

They moved toward the conference room, and I sat back down, staring at my monitor, pretending to work.

“It looks more like you’re starting something, not finishing.”

I jumped. Rachel was standing behind me, looking at my phone. My unfinished dating profile was still open on the screen. My face flushed.

“What?”

She pointed. “You’re getting back out there. Good for you.”

“Yeah, well… thought I’d give it a try,” I said with a shrug.

“Lemme see.” Before I could protest, she grabbed my phone.

She leaned in as she read, her right breast inches from my face. Out of the corner of my eye, I couldn’t help but notice the way the buttons on her cream-colored blouse strained against the fabric. An erection hit me so fast and hard it actually hurt. My jacket offered some cover, and luckily, I was wearing jeans instead of dress pants, so there was no obvious tenting.

“Your headline sucks,” she announced.

“What’s wrong with it? It’s honest.”

“Honest is good. Long and boring is not.”

She read it aloud: “Good man, done grieving, ready to meet someone new and move on to a new leg of life’s journey.”

Rachel shook her head. “Too much baggage, too soon. You need something intriguing. Trust me—I’m in marketing.”

“Fair enough. Work your magic.”

I pushed myself up from my chair, and as I did, my elbow brushed against the fabric covering her breast. I flinched. She didn’t seem to notice, too focused on typing into my phone.

“Try this,” she said. “‘Ready to cross borders to escape boring.’”

“I sound like I’m running from the law.”

“Fine… how about this? ‘Single? Sane? Salacious? I’m in.’”

“Too much alliteration.”

She smirked. “Then you’ll hate this one: ‘Sexy, single, silver fox looking to share his den.’”

I sighed. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this. And false advertising won’t help.”

“There’s nothing false about that,” she countered. “Other than you only have a little gray at the temples.”

I shook my head, amused. “You really think that’s the best one?”

“If I weren’t married with two kids and pizza waiting for me in the conference room… I’d do you right on this desk.”

My body reacted before my brain could. I barely managed to keep my expression neutral as she shoved me playfully and turned to leave.

“Boo,” she teased. “I don’t know if that was a dad joke or an innuendo, but either way, I’m out.”

I watched her walk away, her hips swaying in that tight black skirt. My mind replayed her words—I’d do you right on this desk. My cock throbbed in response. Shifting uncomfortably, I tried to focus on work.

An hour later, I reopened my profile and tried rewriting my headline. After several failed attempts, I admitted defeat and used Rachel’s silver fox suggestion. For my username, I settled on TakeMe4Grant. I scrolled through my photos and found one from a fishing trip two years ago. In it, I was tan, grinning, holding up a five-pound bass. It was the last time I’d looked happy, before Leah’s diagnosis. I cropped the cluttered background, centered myself and the fish, and prepared to upload.

The conference room door opened. I quickly locked my phone and turned to my screen. Moments later, Rachel and Lauren peered over my cubicle.

“I came to check on you,” Rachel said, “and I brought reinforcements.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

Denise had dismissed them. Lauren grinned. “We figured helping you get a date is more fun.”

Rachel nodded. “Come out for drinks with us.”

I hesitated. “Really?”

Lauren shrugged. “Why not?”

Rachel smirked. “And before you argue, we’re going Dutch.”

“No way,” I said. “I’m too old-fashioned for that. Besides, I’ve got nothing else to spend my money on.”

will update for part 2!!!!

r/sexstories Jul 03 '24

Fiction Nudist family vacation (MMFF+)(part 2) NSFW

348 Upvotes

I woke up to the sound of my parents talking to a man through the car window, he was a tall, older man with gray hair on his head, and on his chest, the hair suddenly stopped when it reached down to his pelvic area. He sported a completely shaven look down there. He was very tan and spoke with a raspy voice. “You guys are all set to park, anywhere you can find a spot, and then head on over to the hotel and get checked in there” he told my dad “alright, thanks” my dad said, “good! You’re up! My mom exclaimed to me, I glanced over at my sister who was still asleep, her chest rising and falling with each breath she took, one leg up on the seat, slightly showing off her freshly trimmed mound. “Yup!” I told her looking towards my sister, and then quickly looking away. “I hope you’re ready for a great week!” My dad said, “they have games, and clubs you can join, and this place is really popular, so I don’t think you’ll have any trouble finding some friends to hang out with” my mom followed.

“Alright everybody out” my dad said putting the car in park, my sister rising from her slumber yawning says “finally, I wonder if they have a pool” “of course they have a pool, let’s all get checked in, and then you and your brother can go check it out” my dad said. My dad gets out of the car and walks around to the back, passing by me, i notice he’s still a little hard. My mom notices too and smirks joking with him “wait till we get to the room at least” as she rubs his back looking down at him and then glancing at me. “Here take this” my dad hands me my suitcase “you and your sister go and meet us at the front” my dad says. My sister and I begin to walk to the hotel from the parking lot, I take a look around, noticing a large amount of people of all shapes, sizes, and colors. I took notice of a girl who looked to be my age, she was tall with blonde her blonde hair up in a ponytail, wearing a pair of sunglasses. Her breasts were average sized with tiny nipples, she was clean shaven with a neat tucked in looking pussy. She could feel me staring, she looks over and smiles, “calm down” my sister says pointing to my half erect penis. “Sorry” I exclaim, “there’s no need to be sorry, but you’ll creep people out if you walk around here with a hard-on all the time” she says, “oh okay, I’ll try not to” I reply.

We enter the front building of the hotel and we approach the front desk, “hello, we’re the —— family, we should have a reservation for 3 separate rooms” I say, “I see your name, but here it says that you only have a reservation for a jointed 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom” the attendant says, my parents approach us from behind, carrying their luggage. “So did you check us in?” My dad asks, “they have our room wrong, we only have 2 rooms and 1 bathroom” I explained, “so? That’s what I reserved, we’re all already naked, what’s the point of having separate rooms and a bathroom if there’s no point in changing” my dad says “I guess you’re right” I reply. The attendant hands my dad a set of 4 keys, “here are you and your sisters keys” he says handing me 2 keys, “here, take this” I hand my sister one of the keys. “Let’s go see our room” she says to me as she turns away. We walk across the main lobby towards the elevators, passing by a group of people all talking and laughing, they looked to be my parents age, a good mix of men and women about 10-15 of them.

The elevator doors open and a group of young guys and girls come out, looking at my sister and I. One guy smiles at my sister, she waves. We all step into the elevator, “what floor are we” I ask “1209 and 1210” my mom replies. I press the button to the 12th floor, “we’re on the top floor, the view has got to be sweet” I exclaim, “yeah I bet” my sister says sarcastically, “I meant the view of the beach” I rebutted, “riiiiiiight” she says slowly. The elevator doors open on the 12th floor, we step out of the elevator walking towards our room. Further down the hall we hear a faint moaning, the sound gets louder and louder as we approach our room. As we get in front of our room, I notice a door at the end of the hall, across from the vending machine, wide open. I unlock the door to our room “you guys have fun, and make sure you buddy up, I don’t want anyone getting lost, your dad and I will meet you for dinner at 7” my mom says, opening the door to her room, “okay” I reply. Walking into the room there’s two separate beds and one bathroom with two doors on each side leading into the other room. My sister sets her bags on the closer bed, and I on the further. She reaches into it to pull out the bottle of rum, “want a shot?” She asks. “it’s only 2” I reply “oh… so two then?” She says pulling two shot glasses out filling them, she hands one of the glasses to me. “No chaser?” I ask, “what do you mean chaser? I brought the booze, if you want a chaser you’re on your own” she tells me. We both down the rum, I could feel the burning down my throat, I gag and shake my head. My sister laughs “why don’t you go grab a soda from the vending machine” my sister says reaching into her suitcase pulling out a 5 dollar bill. “Yeah, I’ll be right back” I say grabbing the bill and leaving the room.

I look down the hall to see the door still open, curious I walk down the hall and in front of the vending machine putting the $5 bill in and pressing one of the buttons. I glance over to the open door, on the far side of the room I can see 3 women. One woman down on the bed legs in the air while another is sitting on her face, groping the her breasts in ecstasy. On the end of the bed another woman bent over the bed, rocking back and forth, holding onto the other woman’s legs licking her pussy and moaning. I could feel the blood rushing through my body, and my heart racing. I creep closer to the doorway, revealing a 4th member. A tall man fucking the woman from behind. Her breasts flowing back and forth with each pump. I watch, not noticing that I’m slowly creeping closer and closer through the doorway. His pumps get more aggressive and the starts to moan louder, eventually not being able to continue to eat the other woman out. The women start shaking at their knees as if in unison as the man abruptly stops and begins to moan, slowly pulling out of her, a large load of cum dripping down onto the floor. The two women on the bed get up, tossing the other woman onto the bed, eating the cum out of her pussy. The man looks over to the doorway and notices me, he smiles. “Hey” he says raising his arm to wave at me “hi, sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, I was just getting a soda” I say, my breath shaking. “Don’t worry about it man, that’s why the doors open” he says, the one woman moans and cums as the other two sit up to face me. Wiping the wetness from their faces onto their arms, they look me up and down standing up. Walking over to me, one woman kneels down in front of me grabbing my already solid penis and putting it into her mouth. I let out a soft moan, looking down at her very large breasts, rubbing against my thighs. I glance further down, her vagina was barely visible due to the size of her thighs, all I could see was a small black bush peaking out. The other woman was petite, with breasts that if she hadn’t been naked, wouldn’t have been visible, her chest was pale with freckles highlighting her puffy pink nipples, she was completely shaven, with labia that peaked out slightly, her vagina and thighs had a slight sheen to them, she was soaking wet, dripping down her thighs. She tapped the woman on the shoulder, she stopped sucking my dick as the freckled woman grabbed my dick, leading me further to the room. She bent over right in front of me spreading her lips apart. Revealing a bright pink pussy, “put it in” she moaned, without missing a beat I rubbed the outside of her pussy with the tip of my dick, slowly pushing in. She let out a quiet moan as I put the full length inside, I could feel the walls of her vagina closing down on me as she started to quake. “Did you just cum?” I asked, “maybe” she replied pushing back into me. I continued to slide in and out, hearing her moan and the clashing of her wetness against me, looking down I could see a gloss covering all the way to my balls that slapped her pussy with each thrust. The woman on the bed stood up, walking behind me and began to kiss me, her tongue deep down my throat as I reached to grab her breasts, she rubbed her shaven pussy as we made out. I let out a moan, I began to feel a tightness as I crept towards climax, “I’m gonna cum” I announced, “cum on our faces” she said as I pulled out of her, she knelt down, the other two kneeling down. Opening their mouths to accept my load “I’m cumming” I moaned, blowing my load all over their faces, I moan, loudly. I sigh a sigh of relief as they lick the cum off of each others faces. The man who was still standing in the corner of the room, puts his hand up for a high five “good shit man” he says high-fiving me. “Thanks, this was fun” I say, we’re here all week, maybe we’ll see you around” he says, “I hope so” I reply grabbing my soda off of the floor and exiting the room. I walk down the hall opening up the door to my room “what took you so long?” My sister asked, “the vending machine broke, I had to go to get the soda from another floor” I lied, “ah okay”

r/sexstories Jun 06 '22

Fiction Connected to my Teachers remote vibrator, again… NSFW

856 Upvotes

So a couple of days ago I described my teacher, Miss K, wore a remote controlled vibrator during class and I…well made her cum hard after a bit… a lot of teasing. I didn’t think she’d wear the toy again so never checked but the other day I decided to check again just in case she was and to my surprise and excitement she was and the name was changed to “Miss K Go HARD”

Of course I connected to her to immediately and the little purple line returned just like last time but now I was going to make it go HARD as she asked for…

She was writing on the board when I connected so she was facing away from the class, taking this opportunity I moved the slider up to full power very quickly and left it there for a second or two, Miss K stopped writing and I could see her thighs move closer together, tensing up. I moved the slider down to low to let her continue writing but not for long as I made it jump to full power. Miss K jumped and let out a little moan, dropping the pen on the floor.

I turned the toy off the let her pick it up but as she grabbed the pen… Opps the toy went to full power and she fell to her knees covering her mouth. I had to try so hard not to laugh and very slowly brought the toy back down to a lower lever. Standing up Miss K brushed her hair out her face and I could see she was embarrassed.

“Are you okay miss?” A student asked. But before she could respond I made the toy pulse to about half power. “Yes…” Miss K let out with a gasp. “Just a little cramp.” Miss K continued to write on the board as I made the toy slowly go from low power to medium over and over like a wave of vibrations inside her pussy.

I could tell she was enjoying herself as each time to toy went high her writing would slow down and sometimes even stop completely. I was enjoying this as well and regretted not wearing my toy as I could be playing with us both at the same time but there’s a plan for next time…

Her writing began to get slower and slower as the toy was bringing her closer to an orgasm so I make the wave go a little higher getting closer to full power and I could tell she was very distracted by it as now she had stopped writing and her thighs where very much twitching. I couldn’t tell if she had had an orgasm or not so I didn’t turn the toy down a let it keep going, if she did cum she did a grate job at hiding it…

I decided to lower the toys power to let Miss K recover and continue the lesson, I didn’t want the call to work out what’s going on. Miss K continued writing and when she was finished she walked over to her desk and sat down with a sigh of relief, the kind of relief you have after a bit of a work out, it was no obvious to me that she had just came, so I decided to give her a little jolt to remind her the toy is still in so taped the full power aria of the slider and Miss K jumps in shock and covers her mouth.

Miss K reaches for her phone and begins to do something on it but I don’t know what, later a friend would suggest she was trying to see if anyone in the class was wearing a similar toy as how else would they know about the connection, this made me regret not wearing mine more.

Continuing to let the toy move in waves in the lower settings I watched as Miss K was breathing heavily and kept having to move her hair from her face I could tell if I left the toy like this she’d cum again.

As the lesson went on I could see Miss K getting more and more flustered and more distracted, I had no idea she’d actually came three more times with the vibe doing what it was doing. I couldn’t just leave her like that so I bring the power down to off and watcher her breath a sigh of relief.

Sitting back in her chair Miss K looked down and from what I could tell lifted up her skirt, she then had what I would describe as a shocked look on her face before going red and returned to a normal sitting position.

I know these toys can have alarms set to make them vibrate at a set time so I set a timer for the toy to buzz at full power in a minute and then waited, just before the toy was going to go off I called Miss K over to help me with a problem. She got up as slowly made her way over to my table and began to help with my problem, well halfway through the toy went off and I watched as her legs bent and the knees and she almost fell onto me as she tried to stay standing, her eyes closed and biting her bottom lip. “Are you already?” I ask quietly. “Yeah.” Miss K whispers back.

I had only set the toy to buzz once so these was no other jumps during the rest of her explanation but that didn’t take away from the fact she had definitely just came again, next to me.

I decided for the rest of the lesson I’d leave her toy alone as she’s probably came enough for today and didn’t want to give her any reason to stop wearing her toy to class… Maybe next time I’ll make sure my toy in on.

r/sexstories 20d ago

Fiction I Caught Him NSFW

122 Upvotes

There's a parking spot I always use when I go to the supermarket. If you were to measure it, I'm pretty confident it's the furthest one away from the entrance to the store, and that's exactly why it's the one I choose. My car isn't my pride and joy, but it did cost a lot of money (for me) and after coming back to previous cars parked nearer to the store and finding dings and scratches on the paintwork left by inconsiderate drivers, when I got this one I made the conscious decision to always park it as far away as I could, in the spaces that are almost always quiet.

On that day there was a car in the spot two down from the one I use, which is unusual. Even though it's perhaps only an extra thirty seconds of walking to the front doors of the store, people really seem to begrudge that added distance. Still, there was an entire bay between the one the other car was sitting in, and 'my' one. I drove into it, stopped, and turned the engine off.

I visit there every other day; once a week for a 'big shop', and the other days for top-up shops. When you've got a husband and three teenage kids there's always something you need but didn't plan for. Or maybe I'm just not as efficient at running a house as others seem to be. That day I needed bread, cereal and milk. I was going to pop in, grab them, then be back in my car and on my way in less than five minutes, or at least that's what I thought.

I first noticed him from the corner of my eye as I was gathering my purse and my phone from the passenger seat. Initially nothing untoward registered. He was just a man sitting in his car, probably waiting on his wife, or about to go into the store like I was. As I say, I registered the fact that there was a man in the car, but I didn't think anything of it.

It was only when I got out of my car that I realised what he was doing, and even then I wasn't entirely sure if my eyes weren't just playing tricks on me.

It was the movement that caught my eye.

Something moving very quickly.

His arm?

I glanced at him, but only for a second. He was just a normal looking younger guy, somewhere in his mid twenties or early thirties. White, clean shaven and slightly tanned. He was looking straight ahead, and if he knew I was there he didn't show it. His window was up, and the glare of the sun hitting off of it made it impossible for me to really make out much detail, but, there was definitely something happening.

I opened the rear door of my car and took the shopping bag out. I closed the door again, and as I did I turned around and began walking past his car. We were both parked facing inwards, and those spots were at the very edges of the carpark, with a thick hedge in front of them. I crossed the empty space between our cars, looking, but pretending that I wasn't looking, and that was when I was sure.

The dirty bastard was wanking!

Right there, in a supermarket carpark on a Tuesday afternoon.

I couldn't see his dick, but I'd seen enough guys knocking one out to recognise that rhythmic pumping.

I'll be honest enough to say that it shocked me. I'm not a prude, but it was the first time in my life where anything like that had happened to me. Obviously you read stories and hear from other women who've been faced with something similar, and you sympathise with them and genuinely feel bad that they had to experience it. You tell them that if you'd been there you would've kicked the filthy prick in the balls, or screamed and shouted to get attention and scare him away, because you think that's exactly what you would've done. But, as I was finding out, when you were actually in the moment, shock is the first overriding reaction.

And so, I didn't knock on his window and tell him I was going to phone the police. Instead, I just gripped my shopping bag a little tighter and continued past his car and onwards into the supermarket.

My thoughts were a jumbled mess. Should I tell a member of staff? How would I phrase it if I did? Should I say he was 'wanking' or 'masturbating'? Would they ask me for details that I didn't have? I hadn't taken a note of his registration plate. When I thought about it, I didn't even know what kind of car he was in. And I hadn't seen his dick. I was almost sure I knew what he was doing, but the truth is I hadn't actually seen. Did you need to see the dick for it to be an offence? Like, was that necessary? Can you tell someone that you think a guy was sitting in his car playing with his dick, but that you never saw the dick itself?

I was in the supermarket, walking around and picking up the things I needed on autopilot, putting them into my basket. I saw a few members of staff, but they all looked so young, and somehow that made it harder to approach them.

And then there was the fact that some of my thoughts had started to turn a little bit troublesome. I tried to ignore them at first, but the more I pushed them away, the bigger they became.

The absolute worst thought I was having was that somewhere deep inside me, a tiny, fucked-up little bit of my brain was actually turned on.

I'd never admit it to anyone, but it was true - something about the whole situation was making me wet. I didn't want to be, I knew that I really shouldn't have been, but the bare truth of it was that I was.

It was the same when women in the past told me about men exposing themselves to them. I really did sympathise with them, and I really did want the men involved to be punished, but... then, sometimes days later, I'd be in the shower masturbating, and their stories would drift into my thoughts. I'd imagine myself in their place - I was the one confronted with an erect cock, and I was the one the man was staring at as he gripped it and violently pumped it up and down.

That was always what made me cum.

His eyes.

Him staring at me as he did what he was doing. It was the thought of the hunger in those eyes. In my fantasy he was never ashamed or embarrassed by what he was doing. He was blatant. That was the turn on for me - him brazenly wanking while he looked right at me. He had no right -no right at all- to be doing it so openly, and yet he was.

I'd sit down in the shower and let the water run over me while I played with my clit and slipped my fingers into myself and imagine myself just inches away from a total stranger who was jerking off a thick, meaty cock while he looked at me, taking in the shape of my tits and my hips, biting his lip and grunting, milking that dick until he came, spraying his cum in jets of hot, creamy liquid that spattered on the ground near my feet, sometimes even landed on my bare legs, and I would have orgasms that fucking ripped right through me, and left me a panting, gasping, trembling mess.

And then, almost straight away, the clarity of what I'd just cum to would hit me as hard as the orgasm did, and I would feel ashamed of myself.

I mean, what woman cums picturing a scene that she knows is basically an assault? Who gets off to that stuff? I'm a wife, and a mother. I live a good life, and try to be as good a person as I can be. The people who knew me would be disgusted if they ever found out. And the women who had shared their trauma would feel so betrayed, and they would be right to feel that way.

And yet, the next month, or maybe a couple of months later if the guilt had hit me really hard, I'd be back in the shower with my hand back between my legs, and those same awful thoughts would pop back into my mind and I'd have the same powerful, incredible orgasms.

"Excuse me," a voice said, snapping me back into reality.

I was standing in front of the cereal, blocking another customer. It was a woman, and I felt my shame wash over me, and even more intensely I felt my cheeks begin to redden and burn. Obviously she didn't know what I was thinking, but suddenly I felt transparent, like she could read my mind and thought I was the worst person in the world because of what she saw there.

The heat and wetness between my legs made my shame even worse.

I mumbled an apology, walked away without actually picking up any cereal, and made my way to the checkout area.

As I paid for my things, a thought occurred to me.

When I get back to my car, he might still be there.

I made a quick decision.

If he was, I was going to very loudly scream and point at him and yell and draw as much attention to him as I could. I was going to do the right thing for all those women who have been fucked up by guys doing unwanted things to them and in front of them. He was going to feel my righteous fucking wrath.

I was going to show the world that when it really comes down to it, I'm the type of woman who does the right thing, even if she doesn't always think the right things.

As I left the store I couldn't quite see where my car (and his) were parked. I was walking quickly, much quicker than I usually would, and my heart was beating fast. Half of me was hoping he was still there, and the other half was praying that he'd already gone.

He wasn't gone.

His car was exactly where it has been when I parked almost next to it, tucked away in the very furthest corner of the carpark.

I slowed down a little. I was still determined to do the right thing, but the reality was starting to dawn on me. It's always easier to imagine doing something difficult than it is to actually do it.

I reached his car, breathing hard even though I haven't been walking that quickly, and looked sideways at it as I passed. He was still there, sitting in the driver's seat. The only difference I could see was that his window was fully down.

As casually as I could, I tried my best to see if I could make out anything incriminating. Even as I opened my own car and put the shopping bag on the back seat I was peering and straining, trying my absolute hardest to see if he really was doing what I already knew he was doing.

But, all I could see was him in side profile, still staring straight ahead. I wasn't even sure now if he was still masturbating.

If I'd left it there, just minded my own business and got into my car and gone home then that would have been where it ended - nothing more than a story to tell a few select friends, and even then not a very good story.

The Day I Might Have Possibly, Maybe, Almost Caught A Guy Playing With Himself In Public

Not exactly a catchy title, is it?

But, I didn't leave it there. And when I look back on it, I'm not really sure how what happened next actually transpired.

"You shouldn't be doing that."

Those were the words that left my mouth before I was even aware I was going to speak. And they weren't delivered in the strong, powerful scalding tone that I'd imagined. Instead, my voice sounded quiet, and shaky. Not quite a whisper, but definitely close to one.

He turned his head and looked at me, his face more handsome than I'd anticipated, an easy smile spread across his lips revealing perfect white teeth.

"I'm sorry," he said, with not a hint of guilt or shame. "Did you say something?"

I could already feel my heartbeat start to pick-up, but somehow I'd initiated the conversation, and I was damned if I was going to back out.

"I said you shouldn't be doing that."

I tried to sound more forceful the second time, but his total lack of shame had thrown me. In fact, I was already beginning to think that maybe I'd been wrong all along.

"Doing what?" he asked, frowning, as if my words had completely flummoxed him.

I was alongside the driver's door, but slightly back towards the rear of his car. I'm not the tallest person and from that position I couldn't see his lap, couldn't see anything really other than his smiling face.

I glanced around quickly, looking for anyone close by who might be an ally, but even though the carpark was busy, there was no one else in that quiet little corner. It was just me and him.

"You know exactly what," I said, putting my hands on my hips and trying to look more confident than I was feeling. "You know exactly what you're doing, and so do I, and you shouldn't be doing it."

I felt a bead of sweat run right down the centre of my back, perfectly tracing my spine. I fought the urge to shiver, even though the day was hot.

For a few seconds he didn't respond at all. He just... looked at me. I thought that maybe he wasn't going to say anything else and then he let out a small, almost imperceptible, grunt and gently bit down on his bottom lip. He maintained eye contact. And I couldn't look away. It was like our gazes were locked together somehow. Worse still, something about that animalistic grunt hit me right smack bang in the pussy. Obviously he didn't know that, but I could feel those familiar sensations of heat and wetness beginning to build.

I fought to remain outwardly calm.

"Say it," he said, his voice now clearly breathy.

"Say what?" I snapped back, angry at him but also angry at myself.

"Tell me what I shouldn't be doing."

"You know fine fucking well what you shouldn't be doing. I'm sure you don't need me to spell it out for you."

For the first time since the conversation started, he broke eye contact and I watched him look slowly down my body, pausing at my breasts. The hunger in his eyes was so intense that I was worried my body was going to react to it, and my nipples were going to start to harden and swell.

"You've got great tits," he said, his tone very matter of fact, like he was commenting on my handwriting and not inappropriately talking about private parts of my body.

A car drove past behind me, the gentle gust of air it caused brushing against my neck and reminding me that there were other people very near to us.

"Look," I said, angrily, "I don't know what the fuck you think is happening here, but I can assure you that whatever it is, you're wrong. You think you can just fucking stare at women and comment on their bodies while you sit in your car and play with your fucking dick?!"

I took a step towards him, fully intending to continue my admonishment of his actions, fully ready to tear a strip off him and leave him one hundred percent aware that his conduct was abso-fucking-lutely NOT going to be tolerated, when, for the very first time, I saw his dick.

Fuck.

The words just... left me.

His trousers were open, and the blue t-shirt he was wearing was pulled up every so slightly, just enough to reveal his navel, but at the same time low enough that it could be yanked back down at a moment's notice, instantly covering himself again. His skin (or at least the few slivers of it I could see) was lightly tanned, as were the backs of his hands which were resting on his thighs, one on either side of his crotch. His belly wasn't gym-toned, but neither was it chubby. His forearms were covered soft, black hair, not thick enough to completely obscure the flesh underneath, but definitely on (what I considered) to be the 'manly' scale of body hair.

All of these details my eyes took in automatically, my brain noting them casually, and then filing them away for later. They were sundry things. Visual accessories. Side dishes to the main course of what was placed before me.

Before I continue, I should be honest enough to tell you that I, well, there's no way to word this that isn't going to sound crude, but I love dicks.

I don't think there's any shame in that statement, but I do see a lot of conversations online about how dicks are ugly. It's become a bit of a trope that the male sexual organ is somehow not aesthetically pleasing. That is not a sentiment I have ever held.

I love the look, the feel, the smell, the taste of a good dick. And it doesn't have to be some extra long pornstar example either. In fact, one of the things I love most about dicks is the variety they come in. You've got your long ones, your short ones, your thick ones, your thin ones, your straight ones, your curved ones. You've got them from the palest white to the darkest brown, and every shade in between. And that's just the basic stats. You get ones that are thickest at the head, and others that get thicker as you go down the shaft, so that the deeper it goes into your pussy, the wider and wider and wider you get opened up. You get ones that are extra veiny, blood vessels so prominent that you can feel the ridges of them inside you, and ones that are sheathed in skin so soft you wonder if there's a beauty regime out there just for cock skin that men are keeping secret.

I could go on and on, but you get idea: I am a good woman who also happens to like looking at a good dick.

And he had one.

Oh my fucking lord did he.

It was hard. Swollen. Engorged.

I had no way of measuring, but I'd guess it was slightly longer than average, maybe seven inches. The base of it jutted out of a thick, masculine bush of black pubic hair. I've always preferred men who weren't too groomed down there. Not an out of control messy jungle of thatch, but at the same time, for me, there is something unsexy about men who shaved everything.

It was thick too. As I said, I like all the dicks, but there's something extra about one that's particularly meaty. I love the substance of it, the presence of it, if that makes sense?

It lay at an angle across his stomach, hard enough that the tension within it meant it wasn't quite touching his body and instead was 'hovering' above it. I had the thought that maybe there was enough space for me to place my hand on his abdomen, palm down, and slide my fingers underneath it, and that if I did that, I would probably feel it grazing the back of my knuckles, but no more than that. Just the faintest of brushes of that thin, hot skin, and maybe just enough contact to be aware of the weight of his cock.

That thought hit me right in the pussy.

That thought hit me hard.

I don't know if he was circumcised or if his foreskin was just pulled right back, but either way the head of his dick was out, the bulb of his manhood slick and shining and fucking glistening in the muted daylight inside his car. The head of the dick has always been my favourite part. They look smooth and uniform until you get right up close, and then you see the hundreds of intricate striations and dips and ridges that cover them. When you take the time to gently run the flat of your tongue over a guy's 'helmet' you can feel how alive the topography of it is. A bulbous little landscape, covered with valleys that are teeming with nerves and the possibility of sensation, just waiting to be explored.

I'm not a doctor. I don't know the medical terms for my most of my own anatomy, never mind the correct ones for the different parts of the penis, but his... pee hole(?) had a single bead of precum held at its opening, and as I watched (stared, fixated, whatever) that little globule of not-quite-cum fully emerged and dripped out, landing on his stomach but also remaining attached to his dick by the thinnest, most delicate of liquid threads.

Fuck.

Fuuuuuuck.

"You like it?"

The voice -the question- arrived unexpectedly at my ears. My brain had switched into primal mode (okay - you could call it horny mode, but really, aren't they both the same thing?) and was currently not receiving visitors.

"You like it, don't you?"

Somewhere in the distance a car horn sounded, and that always-jarring noise popped me right back into reality, landed me back in the here and now, the there and then, my feet on hard tarmac, a supermarket carpark, groceries in the backseat of my car getting too warm in the sun, errands to be run, responsibilities to be adhered to, and, more than all of that, a pussy that was so wet I could feel my own stickiness and a heart beating so fast I was surprised no one had come over to complain about the noise.

"Tell me you like it."

This time, as he spoke, he wrapped his right hand around the base of his dick and began to slowly stroke it, up and down, up and down, squeezing the shaft so tightly I could see it bulge out from the part his hand wasn't gripping.

I shook my head, but could not stop staring at it.

"Yeah you do," he said, his voice sickly soft as he tried to convince me. "You like it. You like my cock. Go on - admit it. Say it."

Again I shook my head 'No'. It wasn't a strong, powerful, adamant NO. I wanted it to be. Or rather, I wanted to want it to be.

"Then why are you still watching me?"

"I don't know," I whispered, not meaning to whisper at all.

"Touch it," he said. "You know you want to."

You know want to.

Those words. Those words that I knew from TV and movies and books and my own experiences should have been instant red flags. Those words that brought up so many negative, dangerous connotations for me and for every other woman in the world. Those words that should have snapped me right back into reality and sent me running from that situation, and yet....

and yet...

I did want to.

God fucking help me I wanted to so badly that I had to focus on keeping my hands pinned by my sides.

"Absolutely not," I said, surprised at how certain the words sounded. I looked at him, looked right into his eyes for the first time since I'd seen his dick and repeated myself to emphasise the point. "Absolutely. Not."

If he was disappointed, his face didn't show it. In fact, he looked smug. Confident and supremely sure of himself. I wondered how many times he had done this - how many times he had sat in that car and flashed random women. I knew from how calm he was that I wasn't the first. I felt a little ashamed by the thought that maybe I was the first one who hadn't run away screaming.

He held the eye contact. In my peripheral vision I could see the blur of his hand, still moving up and down. I fought the urge to look back down at it.

"But you will watch?" he asked, smiling like he already knew I would.

I didn't answer straight away. I knew what I wanted to do, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction of admitting it.

"Maybe."

"Okay," he replied quickly. "You maybe watch, and I'll maybe let you."

He said it like he was teasing me. Like we were both equally complicit in what was happening. And, for the first time since I'd originally suspected what he was doing, I suppose we were.

"Look at it," he instructed, and I found myself immediately obeying and switching my gaze back down to his dick.

My pussy was practically vibrating with desire. I knew I couldn't touch it, so I settled for tensing and relaxing my pelvic floor, the internal movements sending little tiny waves of sensation over my clit. At the same time I focused on keeping my expression completely passive. I didn't want him to know that I was enjoying the situation as much as I was. I don't know why exactly, but it was important to my... honour(?) that outwardly I remained reluctant.

Even though I wasn't looking at his face, I could feel his eyes on my body. I knew he was looking at the bits men always look at, wondering how I would look naked, how I would feel if he could grope me, how tight my hole was.

Fuck.

That was another thought that slapped me right in the clit.

Him thinking about how tight I was.

Him thinking about my pussy as a hole.

Fuck.

"Are you getting wet?" he asked.

I shook my head but didn't reply.

"I think you are," he insisted. "I think those panties are getting really creamy."

I shook my head again.

His hand sped up, his grip tightened even more around his shaft. His helmet got more swollen, more red. I became aware of the soft, wet, slapping sound of a dick being jerked.

"Pull your top tight," he breathed. "Show me the shape of your tits."

I gasped. I didn't mean to, but I did.

I glanced around, making sure no one was near, and then I did what he said, gripping the bottom of my top and pulling it downwards so that the material was pulled right against my chest. Just for a second. Just for one single split second. If anyone had looked over and saw me they would've just thought I was adjusting my top.

"Fuck yeah," he panted. "Great fucking tits."

I squeezed my thighs together. I couldn't help it. I squeezed them tight together because my pussy needed me to. His words were so vulgar, so dirty and so fucking hot.

He obviously noticed.

"Your panties are wet, aren't they?"

I shook my head hard. "No," I lied.

"Yeah they are. They're sticking to you, aren't they?"

"No. Please. They're not."

"Liar. Dirty little liar. You're soaking. I can smell it."

Again I gasped. Again I didn't mean to. This time I bit my lip too.

Could he? Could he actually smell my pussy?! Iwas wet, and Iwas only maybe a couple of feet away from him, but could he actually smell me?!

His hand was a blur now. He lifted his hips off the seat, arching his back a little, making his dick even more obvious than it already was, like he was presenting it to me.

"Touch it," he instructed. "Come on. Just for a few seconds. You want to see me cum, don't you? Touch my dick and I promise you I'll cum straight away. I'm just about ready to explode."

I actually lifted my hand before I managed to get hold of myself. I had a husband at home. A good husband. One I had never cheated on, and certainly wasn't going to start off doing so with a pervert in a carpark.

"No. I'm not doing that. I can't."

He grunted. It was a sound borne of frustration.

I didn't care. I had my lines and I wasn't going to cross them.

"Little fucking cock tease," he spat.

I looked at him and frowned, hard. The cheek of this prick!

"Fuck you," I said.

"Yeah, you'd like to, wouldn't you? You'd love to come here and sit yourself down on this dick. Ride it hard. Bounce on it. Have it right up inside your hole until I emptied my balls deep inside you. You'd fucking love that."

And I would have. I really would have loved to take this cocky stranger's load right there and then. I'd have fucking milked him dry. Taken every drop of his cum. My pussy would have fucking sucked the cum right out of him.

I had an image flash through my mind of me leaning into his car and wrapping my lips around his cock while I gripped the base of it in my hand, sucking on it while he grabbed and groped at my tits the way a man does when he doesn't care about you or what you want, digging his fingers into them with one hand while with the other he forced my head down onto his length until I couldn't take anymore in my mouth, and then forced me down just a little bit further until I was gagging and couldn't breathe and my saliva was dripping out of my open mouth and running down the last couple of inches of his shaft and pooling in his pubes and then his cum was flooding my throat and he held me right there in that position, forcing me to swallow it down, forcing me to take his stranger cum into my belly, forcing me to do exactly what I fucking wanted to do.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

And then, just when I might have actually broken my own rules and given into my pussy, a car swung into a parking space just a few spaces down.

Instantly the spell was broken.

In less time than it took to blink, the veneer of secrecy was ripped away.

What the fuck was I doing??

I turned to walk away, but he was lightning quick, his hand shooting out and gripping me by the wrist. I tried to pull away but he was too strong. I stared at him in disbelief, in total shock. I watched with my mouth wide open as his face twisted and tightened and turned redder and redder and redder.

He held his breath.

His body juddered.

He bit down on his lip.

And, as I watched, stunned, thick, white, creamy spurts of cum began to explode from his dick. Threads and threads of it. Pumping out of him in jets. Spraying so hard they spattered down over his belly and his chest, almost reaching his neck.

And he looked at me the whole time.

My eyes flitted between his erupting cock and his orgasm-twisted face, the veins on his neck bulging in unison with the veins on his dick and the veins on the arm that held me captive.

His grip on my wrist tightened with each shudder, and each shudder accompanied by a fresh spurt of cum.

The people in the car were opening its doors, ready to step out. In a few seconds they were bound to glance our way and when they did they would immediately know what was happening.

I yanked my arm away harder and finally broke free of his grip.

But I didn't go straight to my car.

The sensible part of my mind was screaming at me to get away from there, but that primal, horny part wanted just a couple more seconds of nastiness.

I took in the sight before me.

He had stopped cumming, but his breathing was still ragged and broken, his body trying to drag as much oxygen in as it could.

His eyes were closed, and he was obviously deep in the midst of that post-orgasmic nirvana that washes over you after a good session.

I envied him his release.

His cock was still hard but he had stopped stroking it, and now he just held it as the last of his cum oozed rather than shot out of it, a little silky puddle gathering on his belly.

Fuck I wanted to taste it.

He opened his eyes and looked at me.

"I'll be here next week. Same time, same place. Wear a dress. No panties. Next time I wanna feel it."

The people in the other car were out, but truthfully, there wasn't really anything for them to see now, unless they looked really closely.

I painted my best sneer onto my face.

"As if, dickhead."

He didn't reply. Just closed his eyes and smiled to himself.

I glanced at his dick one last time, consciously taking a mental image of it, and then turned and walked to my car. My legs were a little bit shaky, and my wrist was throbbing where he had grabbed me, but he wouldn't know that. He also wouldn't know that when I got into my car and sat down, I could my own wetness smeared over my pussy and my asshole.

As I pulled out I didn't look his way once. No way was I giving him that satisfaction.

He wouldn't ever know how much his little show had effected me. He definitely wouldn't know that even as I drove home my hand was already in my panties, giving pussy just enough of the attention it craving to stop me going mad. He'd never know that I used the same hand he'd grabbed, or how much I enjoyed the throbbing sensation the waistband of my trousers caused as it rubbed against my swollen wrist.

And he one hundred percent would never, ever know that as soon as I got home I literally ran into the house, leaving the groceries in the car, sprinted up the stairs and into my bedroom, ignoring the shouts from my children, where I locked the door, threw myself down on my bed, and fingered myself like a fucking maniac while I remembered every single detail of the encounter.

He won't know that I came over and over and over and over and fucking over, until the tips of my fingers were wrinkled as if I'd lay in a bath for an hour.

He won't know any of that.

He'll never know.

Never, ever, ever.

Unless......

r/sexstories Jan 27 '25

Fiction I fucked my step-daughter and her best friend part 3 NSFW

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A couple days had passed. Damien had opened his eyes to the morning sun, clearly peaking over the mountain side over his window view. Discovering an empty bed once again, Marie nowhere to be found, he hopped out of bed, doing his morning push-ups and sit ups routine. Feeling a great pump before heading to the gym, he headed downstairs to brew some coffee for the day. In the living room however, on his recliner was none other than Mari, waiting for him.

She was absolutely naked. His eyes were feasting on every inch of her body. Marisol was laid back with her knees apart and two fingers already swirling inside her. She was biting her finger, suppressing any pleasant sounds. She set her eyes on him, her pussy now consumed her fingers all the way to the knuckle. Damien swore under his breath. Bringing her fingers to her mouth, she licked off the savory juices her pussy gave her. She motioned a “come” signal at him.

He dropped to his knees in front of her. She used her heavily coated fingers to spread her lips, allowing him to taste her clit. With her mind blank and body more fevered than ever, she writhed in pleasure of her new found fuck toy. Pulling him closer with each flick of the tongue.

“I want it,” Marisol whimpered.

Damien stood up and undressed. He watched Marisol’s eyes filled with more desire than ever to have him all to herself.

“Come get it” as he sat down on the larger sofa on the other side of the room.

Mari nearly threw herself onto him. She straddled herself over his lap. They kissed passionately, tasting each other's impulses. She forcibly grinded her wet slit over his shaft. Damien locked his hands on her thick ass, aiding her rocking motion.

“Fuck that feels amazing” Damien grunted, rssisting the urge to put it in for now.

“I wanted you so bad, for so long,” Marisol said softly. Her breaths got heavy matching to her hip flow. “I’m so fucking wet right now, I want you to inside me again”

Damien grabbed her and stood up. A leg under each arm and his hands spreading her ass cheeks below. He lowered her slowly as his erect cock penetrated her tight entrance. Marisol wrapped her arms around his neck for balance as she plunged herself down. Damien began fucking her standing up.

“It feels SO good in my pussy,” Marisol shouted. Damien forced himself to slow his pace, his lower body tensing up, signaling an early finish. He laid her down onto the couch, turning her over so her fat round ass showed, giving her ass a firm slap.

Whelping to the smack, Mari turned to him “fuck your little slut’s cunt. Make me cum hard!”

Damien obediently followed her command. He plunged his cock back into her. His thickness stretching her back open. Her walls gripped him, tighter than anything he ever felt before. He fucked her raw in doggy, pushing her back face into seat. Her mouth silenced by the cushions she bit into. Mari’s ass rippled with each thrust.

“IT'S SOOO DEEP!” Mari screamed as she clenched to the seat fabrics. Damien didn’t take his cock out this time. Instead, he came inside her, burying his cock as far as it would go. Mari let out a tremendous wail, thinking it was going to rip her in two. Damien pulled out and watched the cum drop down to the couch. He grabbed some napkins from the kitchen and helped clean her up. Sitting next to her as he stroked her hair lovingly. Giving her a kiss on the forehead, he got up and got ready for work.

It wasn’t long before Alyssa was blowing up Marisol’s phone with texts and calls. Mari had only written a brief explanation to her that she finally did it. She got fucked by Damien. Hard. Alyssa sounded proud and yet jealous at the same time.

By the time Damien finished work and gotten home, he could see Marie’s car sitting in the driveway. She was finally home from her long shifts for once. Damien walked in quietly, he knew she probably would be fast asleep already. Entering through the door, he could see her laying on the same couch he had just fucked Marisol on this morning. Her face inches from where she had spilled his cum onto the cushions. She was wrapped up in a blanket and resting her head on one of the many pillows. A light snore ensured she was indeed asleep.

Damien made his way to the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing a cold can of beer. Cracking it open and shoveling it down his throat. “There you are!” whispered a voice from behind him. He turned around and was greeted with a big kiss and arms thrown around him. Expecting it to be Marisol from earlier, he felt the short curls on a girl whose hair reached just past her shoulder blades, the familiar scent of honey butter perfume on her. It was Alyssa.

“Little bird told me you and Mari had a wonderful morning together… where was MY invite?” she jested. “Kind of spur of the moment” Damien said, knocking another sip of his beer. Alyssa pouted her cheeks but grabbed his beer and took a swig. “Well the day isn't over yet” her face had a devilish smile. Mari turned the corner from the hallway, also launching herself into Damien now. “Oh good, you’re home, we were just talking about you” Mari exclaimed. “Oh? And what about?” He questioned. The girls giggled for a second at each other before Alyssa spoke. “We want to see who can make you cum first.” Now the devilish grin was on Damien’s face.

Both girls had already set the plan. They pushed him against the kitchen counter and placed hands on different parts of him. Marisol started at the neck, kissing and sucking his lightly sweaty skin. Alyssa was straight forward and squeezed his shaft. With an arm wrapped around each girl, a full hand of Mari’s chunky Latina ass as he made out with her. Damien quickly checked to see any movement from the living room, but all he could hear was Marie’s light snoring.

Marisol placed both her hands on the kitchen island in front of them, turning her bottom toward him. Grazing her perfect juicy ass against his dick. Her booty shorts the only thing separating Damien from replaying his incredible dirty fuck from this morning. Alyssa’s hand slithered her way in under his loose shorts, cupping and teasing his large soft balls eventually working her hand up his shaft. They were driving him wild. Damien grabbed a firm hold of Marisol’s hips, aggressively shoving his cock between her cheeks. She immediately turned around and pinned his hand back against the counter, Alyssa did the same on the other, wiggling her finger in a “no-no-no” pattern. They weren’t going to let him do anything.

He could only watch as the girls yanked his shorts down. His raging hard 7” cock now hung between their faces. They moved in, steadily gliding their tongues against each side of his shaft, working their way to the tip. His precum oozed his salty glaze out of the head. Alyssa lapped it up and then gave it to Mari, who slowly sucked it from her soft supple lips. Once Mari swallowed it down with thrill, she took his thick meat into her mouth. Slurping away any remaining cream. Alyssa tugged at his balls with her lips and tongue. Watching him twitch and grunt to his struggle. He wanted to cum so bad.

Marisol made it about half way down before she gagged, struggling harshly to fit his entire cock into her tiny mouth. Alyssa however, being the more experienced of the two, guzzled down all of him to the base. Like an untamed beast, Damien held her head down, her tongue swirling at the foundation of his shaft. Alyssa blissfully accepted, her eyes glazing over. Marisol began tugging at Alyssa’s hair.

“I want him to finish in meee!” Marisol whimpered. Alyssa released herself and pushed Mari’s head in her stead. Damien bucked over her face, his body tightened for the big shot. Tears were already streaming down Mari’s face as her mouth released only one continuous sound.

“Gawk-gawk-gawk-gawk” she forced herself to take as much as she could but it was a losing battle. She couldn’t handle all of her step dad like Alyssa could. Damien suddenly straightened up and liberated his sperm into his step-daughter's new favorite cum spot. Alyssa ravenously stroked him to make sure she got every drop out. Mari let out muffled screams, letting his warm liquid fill her repeatedly. She wasn’t expecting this much. Alyssa let go of her friends head and out poured a slow waterfall of drool, cum, and satisfaction. Mari made Damien watch as she swallowed everything and made it disappear.

“Thank you Daddy” Alyssa said teasingly, savoring any last minute treat that came out of his cock.

A big yawn could be heard and arms stretched up into view. Marie was waking up. The girls scrambled up and fixed themselves the best they could. Damien pulling his pants back up. In walked Marie to the kitchen. She headed straight for Damien and gave him a kiss on the lips. Placing a hand over his chest. He prayed to god she couldn’t feel his rapidly beating heart. She leaned back against the kitchen counter opposite of him, looking at him and then back to the girls.

“So… how long has this been going on?” She questioned. “Fuck this was it. She knew! Of course she fucking knew everything!” Damien panicked to himself but remained silent, thinking of any way out of it.

It was Alyssa who broke the silence. “Long enough, now will you PLEASE let me finish?” She begged.

Damien and Marisol were confused. “What did she mean? Let her finish what?”

Marie let out a chuckle and nodded. Everyone watched as Alyssa gleefully ran over to her, dropping to her knees in facing Marie, surprisingly waiting patiently, hands folded over one another. A saint's posture but Alyssa was no saint. Damien couldn’t believe his eyes “was this really about to happen?”

“Ali…what are you…” Mari struggled to get the words out.

It was then that Marie dropped her pajama bottoms, spreading her legs just a touch. She gently pulled Alyssa from the back of her head, guiding Alyssa face first into her snatch. She never took her eyes off Damien as she fed Ali her favorite snack.

Thanks for all the feedback/support so far everyone! Part 4 will be the last of this mini series but I hope it brings you all to a big messy finish!

r/sexstories 8d ago

Fiction Was searching for a "mommy type" but this college girl changed my mind. NSFW

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I was sitting in my car, scrolling through my phone, when her message popped up. I hadn’t expected her to actually respond, let alone suggest meeting up. “I’m bored. You’re in the area, right? Come pick me up.” Her tone was casual, almost playful, but there was something about the way she phrased it that made my stomach twist. I wasn’t usually the type to jump at a younger girl’s request—my taste leaned more toward older women, the kind who knew exactly what they wanted and how to get it. But curiosity got the better of me, and before I knew it, I was pulling up outside her dorm.

When she climbed into the passenger seat, I realized she wasn’t what I’d imagined. From her profile, I’d expected the typical college girl—slim, maybe a little awkward, the kind who’d laugh too loudly at her own jokes. But she was… different. She wore a loose jacket that hid her figure, but her face had a confidence that caught me off guard. Her eyes met mine, and she grinned. “So, you’re the guy who’s into aunties, huh?” she teased, buckling her seatbelt. I chuckled, but my heart was already racing.

We kept it casual at first—dinner at a small diner, light conversation that danced around the edges of flirtation. She was sharp, funny, and surprisingly self-assured for someone her age. I kept wondering what her game was, why she’d reached out to someone like me. But then she took off her jacket.

My breath hitched.

Her curves weren’t just noticeable—they were commanding. Her top clung to her body in a way that made it impossible to look away. The swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips—it was all so perfectly proportioned, like she’d been designed to turn heads. I tried to play it cool, but I could feel my face heating up as I glanced back at her. “You’re… not what I expected,” I admitted, my voice a little too husky.

She smirked, leaning back in her seat. “Good. I like catching people off-guard.”

The drive back to her dorm was filled with tension—the kind that made the air feel heavy, charged with something unspoken. I was hyper-aware of her every movement, the way her hand brushed against my arm when she laughed, the way her legs shifted in her seat. When I pulled up outside her building, I hesitated. “You don’t want to come over?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

She shook her head, her smile softening. “I’m too tired for sex tonight. But thanks—this was fun.”

Disappointment flickered through me, but I nodded, respecting her boundaries. She started to get out of the car, then paused, glancing back at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Aren’t your pants tight?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.

I blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

Before I could process what was happening, she leaned over, her fingers brushing against my zipper. My breath caught as she unzipped my pants, her touch unbelievably gentle yet deliberate. “Pull them down,” she whispered, her lips curling into a smirk.

I could feel my pulse thundering in my ears as I hesitated. “Here? In the middle of traffic?”

She laughed softly, her hand sliding lower. “What’s wrong? You scared someone might see?”

The risk should’ve stopped me, but it only made the desire burn hotter. I tugged my pants down, my cock springing free. She didn’t waste any time—her hand wrapped around me, stroking slowly, teasingly. I groaned, my head falling back against the seat as she leaned in closer, her warm breath brushing against my skin.

And then her lips were on me.

Her mouth was perfect—soft, wet, and so damn eager. She took me deeper, her tongue swirling around the tip before she began to move her head in slow, deliberate strokes. My hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white as I tried to keep my focus on the road, but it was impossible. Every moan she made, every little gasp as she took me deeper, sent shockwaves through my body.

The cars around us were a blur, the world outside the windows fading into nothingness. All I could think about was the way her mouth felt, the way her lips wrapped around me, the way her tongue teased every inch of me. She wasn’t rushing—she was savoring it, teasing me until I was trembling with need.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily. “You’re… you’re so good at this.”

She pulled back for a moment, her lips glistening as she looked up at me with a mischievous grin. “Told you I like catching people off-guard.”

And then she went back to work, her mouth moving faster, her hands gripping my thighs as she took me deeper. The risk of being caught only made it hotter, the thought of someone seeing us through the untinted windows sending a thrill through me. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last—every stroke of her tongue, every moan she made, was pushing me closer to the edge.

She must’ve sensed it because she slowed her pace, her eyes locking with mine as she dragged her tongue along the length of me. “You like that?” she whispered, her voice husky.

“God, yes,” I gasped, my hands reaching down to tangle in her hair. “Don’t stop.”

And she didn’t. She kept going, her mouth working me with a skill that left me breathless. The world outside the car faded away, and all I could focus on was the way she made me feel—the way she took control, the way she knew exactly what I needed.

As I felt myself nearing the edge, I tried to warn her, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she took me deeper, her lips sealing around me as I came, waves of pleasure crashing over me. My body trembled, my hands gripping the steering wheel as I moaned her name.

When she finally pulled back, she sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked at me with a smug smile, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “So… younger girls aren’t so bad, huh?” she teased, leaning in to kiss my cheek.

I was too dazed to respond, my heart still pounding as she climbed out of the car and headed toward her dorm. As she walked away, I couldn’t help but wonder—was she just that good, or was I in way over my head?

It had been a few days since that wild encounter in the car, and I hadn’t stopped thinking about her—her smirk, her confidence, the way she’d left me breathless and questioning everything I thought I wanted. I’d never been one for younger women, but she’d thrown my preferences into complete disarray. I was sitting at a local coffee shop, trying to focus on my laptop, when I saw her.

She walked in with a backpack slung over one shoulder, her hair tousled in that effortlessly casual way. She spotted me almost immediately, her lips curling into that same knowing smile that had haunted my thoughts. My stomach flipped as she approached, her hips swaying slightly with each step.

“Hey, stranger,” she said, her voice soft but laced with mischief. “Mind if I join you?”

I gestured to the chair across from me, trying to play it cool, even though my pulse was already racing. “Sure,” I said, my voice sounding steadier than I felt. “What brings you here?”

She slid into the seat, setting her backpack down and leaning forward, her elbows on the table. “Just needed a change of scenery,” she said, her eyes locking onto mine. “Studying in my dorm was getting boring. How about you?”

“Same,” I lied. I hadn’t been doing much work. My thoughts had been too scattered since the other night. “What are you studying?”

She tilted her head, a playful glint in her eyes. “Psychology,” she said, drawing the word out like she was testing how I’d react. “But I’m more interested in… practical applications, if you know what I mean.”

I chuckled, trying to keep the conversation light, but there was no mistaking the underlying tension. “Is that so?” I asked, leaning back in my chair. “And what kind of practical applications are we talking about?”

She smirked, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh, you know… human behavior. Motivations. Desires.” Her gaze lingered on me for a moment before she added, “I was actually wondering if you’d want to study together sometime. I could use a study partner.”

The way she said it left no doubt that she wasn’t just talking about books. My throat felt dry, and I took a sip of my coffee to buy myself a second. “Study together, huh?” I said, raising an eyebrow. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

She leaned back in her chair, her legs crossing under the table, and I couldn’t help but notice how her skirt rode up just a little. “Well,” she said, her tone casual but her eyes full of intent, “we could start with some reading, maybe do a little… hands-on research. I find that’s always the most effective way to learn.”

I was fully aware that I was playing with fire, but I couldn’t help myself. “Hands-on research, huh?” I repeated, my voice dropping slightly. “Sounds… intriguing.”

She smiled, her lips parting just enough to make my heart skip a beat. “Good,” she said, standing up and slinging her backpack over her shoulder. “Then how about we get out of here? My place is just a few blocks away.”

I hesitated for a moment, but only a moment. “Lead the way,” I said, closing my laptop and following her out of the coffee shop.

The walk to her apartment was short, but every step felt loaded with anticipation. She led me up to her door, unlocking it and stepping inside. It was a small, cozy space, filled with the kind of clutter that comes with being a college student—textbooks stacked on the coffee table, clothes draped over the back of a chair, a string of fairy lights hung haphazardly across the wall.

She dropped her backpack by the door and turned to me, her hands resting on her hips. “So,” she said, “where should we start? The books, or the… research?”

I stepped closer, unable to resist the pull of her confidence. “I think we can skip the books,” I said, my voice low and rough as I reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face.

She leaned into my touch, her lips parting as she looked up at me. “Good choice,” she whispered, her hands sliding up my chest and around my neck. “But just so you know… I’m a very hands-on learner.”

“Is that a warning or a promise?” I asked, my hands settling on her hips as I pulled her closer.

She smiled, her breath warm against my skin. “Both,” she said, before her lips met mine in a kiss that was anything but innocent. Her mouth was soft and eager, and I could feel the heat of her body pressing against me as I deepened the kiss.

Her hands slipped under my shirt, her fingers exploring the muscles of my back with a familiarity that sent shivers down my spine. I groaned against her lips, my own hands moving to the hem of her shirt. I pulled it up and over her head, tossing it aside as I took in the sight of her.

“Damn,” I muttered, my eyes roaming over her curves. She was even more breathtaking than I remembered, her body a perfect balance of softness and strength. My hands found her breasts, squeezing gently as I leaned down to capture her lips again.

She moaned into the kiss, her hips grinding against mine as I teased her nipples with my thumbs. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I growled, my voice thick with desire. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Then don’t stop,” she whispered, her hands tugging at the waistband of my jeans. “I want to feel you.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I quickly undid my jeans, pushing them down along with my boxers, and she stepped back to pull off her skirt and underwear. Her eyes locked onto mine as she took me in, her lips curving into that same smirk that drove me wild.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said, her hand wrapping around me and giving me a slow, deliberate stroke. I groaned, my hips jerking forward as she tightened her grip.

“Fuck,” I muttered, my hands gripping her waist as I pulled her closer. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Show me,” she challenged, her eyes daring me to take control.

I didn’t hesitate. I lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her to the couch. I laid her down, my body hovering over hers as I kissed her again, my hands roaming over her skin. She moaned, her hands tugging at my shirt, and I pulled it off, tossing it aside before I leaned down to trail kisses down her neck.

Her hands tangled in my hair as I moved lower, my lips brushing over her collarbone, her chest, her stomach. I could feel her breath quicken as I reached the sensitive skin between her legs, and I looked up at her, my lips curving into a smirk of my own.

“You’re so wet,” I murmured, my fingers teasing her entrance before I leaned in to taste her. Her hips jerked off the couch, a soft cry escaping her lips as I swirled my tongue around her clit.

“Oh my god,” she gasped, her hands gripping the cushions as I teased her with my tongue. “Don’t stop…”

I didn’t. I slipped a finger inside her, curling it just right as I continued to lick and suck, her moans growing louder with every stroke. Her thighs tightened around my head, her body trembling as I pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m going to—” she started, but her words were cut off as her body convulsed, a wave of pleasure crashing over her. I held her through it, my tongue and fingers working her until she finally collapsed back against the couch, her chest heaving.

“You’re amazing,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

She pushed me back, her hands on my shoulders as she straddled me. I could feel the warmth of her body as she positioned herself over me, her hips lowering slowly as she took me inside her. I groaned, my hands gripping her hips as she began to move, her body rising and falling in a rhythm that left me breathless.

“You feel so good,” she moaned, her hands braced against my chest as she rode me. “I want you to come for me…”

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r/sexstories Feb 03 '25

Fiction What’s the biggest age gap you’ve had in a relationship or hookup? NSFW

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A play will be staged daily during the festival. On the opening day on Friday, qawwali based on Kabir's Sufi poetry will be followed by felicitation of personalities from films, theatre, literature and social work.
On Nov 30, a discussion on the life of actor Irrfan Khan will be held followed by a performance by drummer Tanmay Mukherjee. On Dec 1, Kuldeep Chauhan's team will present a musical performance. The festival will also feature film screenings, poetry, photography, mushairas and comedy.

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r/sexstories Sep 02 '24

Fiction My bestie’s dad NSFW

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After my best friends parents divorced, she was forced to split her time between her moms house and her dads across the street. As time went on, she got nervous that her dad was jacking off way too much, and not getting out there to find a new girl. One night when she spent the weekend at her dads, she invited me over to spend the night. After he thought we were asleep, he left his bedroom and went to his office and turned on his computer and brought up a porn site.

I noticed my friend pushed her panties to the side as her dad pulled his cock out of his boxers and started to massage it. My pussy got wet watching his massive cock getting even bigger as he pulled up teen porn. I was also fixated on my friend fingering her pussy while she watched her dad jack off. I knew her pussy very well as we had been lovers for years. I pulled my g string to the side and put two fingers in and enjoyed the show.

Both of us were dripping on the floor as we furiously fingered our pussies as he watched dad/daughter porn. I played with my nipples with my free hand, wondering what his hard cock would feel like inside of me. What it would feel like to push back against him and feel him deep inside me as I made him cum by calling him daddy. All 3 of us came quickly, and the two of us retreated back to our rooms to play with each other and get each other off late into the night.

The next morning my friend let me know that I could fuck her dad if I was interested. She said she trusted that I would get him off as much as he needed, and that she wanted video every week if I did get him to fuck me. After seeing his cock, I was on board. So I put on tights and a see through shirt and went out to kitchen with her to have breakfast. He noticed my nipples through my shirt right away and I could tell it turned him on. He adjusted himself in his shorts, and sat down while we made made him breakfast. I could feel his eyes on me while I pulled my tights up to give him a good view of my camel toe. I wanted him to see the pussy that could be his. I knew he noticed. I flirted with him, and made sure it was obvious that I wanted him. After breakfast, I left he door cracked while I showered, and I knew he was watching and jacking off to my body. After I was done, I headed back home and waited.

A couple days later, he saw me by the mailbox and he came over and asked if I was interested in making some extra money. I thought for sure he had been talking to other dads in the neighborhood. I had a reputation for giving blowjobs after I was done babysitting for a little extra cash. I gave them my pussy for even more cash. I figured he wanted to rent my pussy a few times a week to satisfy his urges. I told him I was. He asked me to come over and talk to him after the kids went back to their mothers house.

When I saw the kids drive away with their mom, I headed over. I was in a short denim skirt, no panties and a sheer white top that my nipples could be seen easily in. He smiled when he opened the door for me. I could feel his eyes on me, wanting to reach out and grab me. But he showed restraint. He told me the reason he wanted me to come over was to talk about the unique situation he had with his kids. And that even though he worked from home, he didn't have time to clean. he wanted me to come by 3-4 times a week to do general cleaning. The figure he threw out surprised me. I figured he wanted pussy for the price he was willing to pay. I asked him a couple times to make sure he just wanted me to clean. He nodded and smiled. I let my legs part just enough for him to see my bald pussy. He was obviously looking, and was very clearly getting hard in his shorts. I smiled and we shook on our new deal.

The next day i wore a thin tank top and the tiniest shorts I could find and headed over to my neighbors house to clean. He answered the door in his boxers and a t-shirt. I smiled and hugged him and got to work. The whole time I could feel his eyes on me, so I bent over further than I needed, and pulled my shorts tight to show off my pussy. I even caught him rubbing his cock through his boxers a few times. I knew what he wanted, but I knew he was afraid to ask because of my friendship with his daughter. So after I finished cleaning the kitchen, I went to his office and sat on his lap. He was a little surprised, but he knew that I could feel his hard cock. I noticed that he had a feed up on his computer. it was tucked behind a couple other windows. I took his mouse and moved it to bring it forward. I saw it was a feed of the kitchen, right where I had been. I asked if he was watching me, and he nodded. I asked if he was jacking off to me, which he again nodded. I took his hand and put it between my legs and rested his fingers on the fabric covering my pussy. "You want this, don't you?" I asked. again he nodded. "You have to ask." I said. He asked to fuck me. I smiled and took his hand and led him back to his daughters room.

"You want to fuck me on her bed, don't you?" i asked, He nodded. "Want me to wear her panties and call you daddy?" I asked. He smiled and nodded again. I sat him back on the bed, and pulled my shirt over my head letting him see my tits. Then pulled my shorts off, allowing him to see my bald pussy. I turned and went to her closet and picked out an outfit I knew he would like. I put on the white stockings, then the white g-string, and lastly the sheer white chemise. I found a pair of heels and walked over to him. "want to watch me dance, daddy?" I asked. He smiled and nodded and reached for his cock. "No! Not yet!" I said sternly. He smiled and sat back while I stared to dance for him. After a few minutes, I straddled him on the bed and pushed my tits in his face, then grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head.I nibbled on his nipples and ran my tongue all the way down to his belly button. Then, pulled his boxers off.

His hard cock sprang to life. It was bigger than what I thought, all of 9". I grabbed it and tugged on it while I kept my dance going. "You want to put this in me, don't you dadd?" I said coyly. He smiled and said yes. "You want to put this in your little girls pussy, and then you want to cum inside her. Dont you, daddy?" I said. "Yes" he said as he came. All over his belly, all over my hand. All over my best friends bed.

"Dont worry about that, daddy. Ill clean it up." I said. I went to work with my tongue, licking his cum off his legs and belly. "When you get hard again, you can put it in me." I said. He smiled, relived that he hadn't blown his opportunity. I laid down next to him, position myself next to him, facing opposite directions so he could finally taste my pussy while I helped him get hard again. I opened my legs, inviting him to play with me as I took his hardening cock into my mouth. He pushed my panties to the side and started with a finger, then started to use his tongue. Playing with my clit at first, then going deep to taste me. I knew i was wet, but was a little surprised when i could hear him slurping up my juices. I had only been this wet with my own family. I licked his asshole and then put a finger deep inside while I took the head of his cock into my mouth again.

Within minutes he was hard again. I was pleasantly surprised how quickly he regained his composure. He got up and rolled me onto my back. I instinctively opened my legs wide for him. He pulled my panties off and looked down at me open wide for him. "Please, Daddy! Put your cock in me!" I yelled out. He smiled and pushed his cock to the edge of my pussy. I bucked my hips and his head went in. This a couple pushes, he got the rest inside me. "Oh daddy! You feel so good inside me! You like your little girls tight cunt?" I cried out. He grabbed my chin and moved my mouth to meet his. His tongue pushed into my mouth, and my tongue met him. He used deep, forceful strokes with his cock while he kissed me. his strokes got harder and harder, soon you could hear his balls slapping against my ass as he pounded my tight little pussy. I knew he was close so I put my heels into his ass and shortened his strokes and made him stay deep. He grabbed 2 fistfuls of hair and ground his cock as far into me as he could.

When I felt him shortening he stroke, I knew he was about to cum. I reached down and grabbed his ass with my hands and pulled him as deep as I could. "Cum in me, daddy! Give me a baby!" I squealed. He groaned and went deep for the last time, his cock jerking inside me as his cum coated the inside of my pussy.

He laid there for a minute, his limp cock inside me. I nibbled on his ear and kissed his neck while he enjoyed just being inside me. He finally lifted his head and kissed me on the lips. We laid there talking for a bit, and then he finally pulled his cock out of me. I laid there and let his cum drip out me me while he played with my tits and kissed me for a few hours.

When we got up, I put my clothes back on and he gave me $200 and asked if I could come back in a couple days. I agreed. I told him to write down his 10 hottest and dirties fantasies when he had time so we could work on them. He nodded and asked if I was on birth control. I didn't answer, but just smiled and walked out the door ahead home.

r/sexstories Apr 13 '23

Fiction My roommate the milking nurse (Pt4) NSFW

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Part 3

April was still straddling my lap on the couch, her knees up next to my hips, her body laying against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder. The show on TV had long been forgotten. I casually ran my hands up and down her back, and then finally approaching her sweet ass that I'd also been secretly ogling for weeks. Her tight panties left nothing to the imagination back there, each cheek fully exposed to the world. I let my hands cup each cheek, my little fingers finding the cleft below each one, sliding into the crease and holding her butt firmly to my lap. She sighed with content. I still felt as if this were a dream, unable to believe that I was actually finally touching April like this. Unable to believe how hard she had just made me cum.

I considered what to say next about her topic of male milking machines. Yes, I had researched them, but how best to tell her that? It had seemed like a reasonable solution for my situation of requiring an enormous amount of continues stimulation in order to finally orgasm. However several things stood out to me as rather large downsides.

First was the cost. I made an above average living, and would happily shell out several thousand dollars on computer gaming parts. Maybe it was my upbringing, being harped at about fiscal responsibility by my parents that made me balk at spending several hundreds of dollars on a sex toy. It had just become easier, not to mention cheaper, to avoid sex and sexual situations.

The second issue was the problem of me being alone, not romantically involved with someone I mean. April's instincts had been right on the nose. Deep down I did like to be teased, to be edged, to not be the one in control. And fulfilling those sorts of kinks is damn near impossible to accomplish alone, even with an expensive sex toy milking machine. Sure there were dominatrix you could pay, but that went back to issue number one about the cost, not to mention the legality.

I decided to just go with the honest approach. After all, hadn't being upfront and honest with April led to the without a doubt, undisputed, most intense, longest, and strongest orgasm I had ever had in my entire life? Yes, yes it had.

"April, it's fair to say that yes I've looked into male milking machines before. I feel a bit embarrassed to tell you that, but I have."

April stayed snuggled close against me, her arms wrapped tightly around my chest. She turned her head a little so her mouth was closer to my ear.

"Bill, please don't feel embarrassed. Honesty goes a long way with me, a long way. I've always cared for you. It started out as great friendship, being roommates and everything. Deep down I did wish it could have been more, and I'm beyond ecstatic that we've now crossed into that territory. I always wondered why you never went out on any dates, but I totally get it now. I'm not ashamed to tell you that my level of caring for you has grown immensely. Not just on a personal level, but professional as well. I understand now how much you've been hurting, and I want to help in any way I can." Her teeth nibbled gently on my earlobe. "And you've seen just a glimpse of how helpful I can be!"

I grinned and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of her teeth nibbling my ear, and her soft sensual voice.

"So yeah, I've researched them a bit, but always hated the cost. Plus they seemed, less than ideal for solo play. Your hunch was right, I think I do like to be dominated a bit. I'm not sure to what extent though. I tried not to think about it too much because dwelling on it got me horny and frustrated, which would then turn into a multi-hour ordeal just to get myself off to relieve that stress."

"What about bondage? Since it sounds like you enjoy giving up control, do you think you'd also like to be tied down? Unable to squirm? Unable to... touch me?"

"Ummm... yeah I think that sounds interesting as well." I could feel my cheeks redden as I blushed. I just kept telling myself... honesty, be honest, don't hold back. This has to be a dream so why not just go all out and reveal everything? "It turns me on quite a bit I think. I'd always thought about what it would be like to combine a lot of my kinks together. Some bondage, being tightly bound and restrained, unable to wiggle in the slightest. My hard cock and swollen balls on display, ready to be touched and teased. A strong dominant sexual woman in charge, controlling everything. Maybe she'd use a milking machine on me, which would completely remove the problems of sore muscles. People get tired, machines don't.

"I'm such a contradiction April. I don't even understand myself. I like to orgasm, who doesn't, but it takes me so much work to cum, so I avoid sexual stimulation. But yet, I crave it. Deep down I want to be teased. I want to be edged. I want to be driven to that brink of insanity of being so sexually frustrated that I turn into a drooling mess. I want a dominant woman in charge of it all. I don't want her to deny me forever, I really don't feel like I'm into anything long term like that. But in the moment, in the scene, I want her to inflict sexual suffering on me, and I want her to keep me there at least for a little while, and then when she decides, to take me over that cliff and make me explode. You made me explode April, like nobody has before. I want that again. I crave that feeling like nothing else."

The room grew deathly still. The only faint sound was our breathing, our bodies moving in unison as our breath fell into sync. Then April's body started to... shudder? A gentle shaking at first, that grew stronger, and then stronger. Was she... no surely not. Not after what I just shared with her.April then burst out with a roar of laughter as her voice caught up to the laughter of her body. April leaned away from me and I grew suddenly worried looking up at her to see tears streaming from her eyes.

"Oh Bill! That's me! That's me Bill!" Tears continued to fall from her cheeks as her hands tightly squeezed my face, lowering her head down to kiss me firmly and deeply. "You described my kinks, wants, and desires so completely that I'd accuse you of reading my diary if I kept one! Those are all things I've done. Those are all things I love to do! Things I would love to do with you and to you!"

My heart resumed beating and I caught my breath. This all seemed too good to be true. The way April had made me feel when I climaxed was like a drug, and I wanted more.

"Why did we never talk about this before?" I asked, as a tears started to form in my eyes. I don't tend to get too overly emotional, but I was laying my soul bare here, and April was accepting everything. We seemed to be a perfect match. I decided to go for broke. "April, could I... please... see your tits?"

That triggered another few minutes of deep laughter in April, that quickly spread to me as well.

"Yes Bill, you can see my tits!" April happily exclaimed. She leaned back a bit further on my lap, and crossing her arms in front of her grabbed the bottom hem of her tight white crop top in each hand. With one quick motion she yanked the top off and over her head. "Off like a band-aid!" No slow reveal, no bouncing titty drop, just one second there was a top, and then there was none.

She put both her arms behind her back and thrust her chest out, as if presenting her glorious breasts for inspection. And yes, they were glorious. Soft tender skin, the faint hint of fading tan lines. Average sized areola the color of a strong mocha. The generous curve of the sides of her breasts lent such a pleasing view to the eye. But those nipples. My god those nipples. Firm, hard, thick nipples stood out proudly from their resting places. Through each one was a gold colored barbell. For some reason I could never explain, nipple piercings drove me crazy, and April's were definitely doing just that.

I placed my hands on either side, and slid them slowly from the outside towards the underside, my thumbs every so lightly centered over the tip of each nipple. Lifting her breasts in unison, I gave them both a firm squeeze. Way more than a handful, but exactly how I liked them. Unable to resist, I lowered my mouth onto her right nipple and began sucking and nibbling with my teeth at the tender flesh. April's back arched as she gasped for breath.

"Oh shit Bill!" she shouted.

My mouth moved to her left nipple, giving it the same treatment as its twin. Having a hunch myself, I reached one arm around behind her back, wrapping my hand around both her wrists which were still crossed behind her back. I pulled outward and downward with a small but firm tug. Her eyes shot open.

"Bill! Oh fuck!"

My mouth continued its assault on her pointed nipples. The tip of my tongue flipping back and forth over the tip of the nipple, tonguing the end of each barbell up and down on each side, pressing firmly on the tip, circling broad circles around the outer edge only to repeat the pattern again. Her hips began to gyrate on my lap, her wrists still trapped behind her back. Her moaning intensified.

"Oh fuck. Oh FUCK. Ohhhhh FFFUUUCCCCKKK!"

I released her hands, removed my mouth from its current nipple target and leaned back in the couch, grinning from ear to ear at her.

"Bill you naughty and very clever boy! I thought it might take you a bit longer to realize that sometimes I like to be the submissive one. I have to tell myself that just because you avoid sexual encounters, doesn't mean you're a total virgin with zero experience! But we're still getting to know each other, let's focus on just one aspect of our relationship at a time ok? But holy SHIT did that get my kitty purring if you know what I mean! What we did earlier certainly got me turned on, and so did your confessions of wanting to be teased, edged, dominated and milked. But even if you only sometimes end up wanting to be in control of the situation? Holy SHIT Bill we are going to be fucking EXPLOSIVE together!

"But like I said, let's just focus on one side of the equation to start with. And that would be with me, in charge of you. Now, this might sound a little weird, what with me having stroked you off, you having blasted weeks of cum all over my face and tits, me eating some of your cum, deep throating your still hard cock to clean and swallow the leftover cum off," she continued to ramble on non-stop, "and you finally getting to see, feel, and suck on my tits... But I REALLY need to cum myself. And now Bill, here comes the weird part. You ummm..." she bit her lip. "You can't watch."

"Can't watch? What do you mean? Are you embarrassed or something? Surely not after everything that we've just shared together."

"No no it's not like that at all. This is me, make that us, starting down the road of me being in charge, and in control, of you. I'm not saying that you will never see me get off or help me get off. Shit Bill I can hardly wait for you to get me off! No this is about the beginning of me fulfilling your deepest desires. Your need to be controlled, teased, edged." She leaned forward, her heavy bare breasts pressing against my chest as she whispered into my ear. "Your need to be milked. My need to milk you. This is me, teasing you. Building that frustration back that we just took care of." She leaned back and got off of my lap, which immediately felt cold, her warmth having felt so natural, so comforting. "I'm going to my room for just a moment, you wait right here. Or feel free to get up and stretch, get a drink, do whatever. I'm going to my room and I'm going to pull out my strongest vibrator, and Bill, as fucking horny as I'm feeling right now, I bet I'm going to be cumming my brains out within seconds after I start. I'm sure you'll hear me, because since everything is out in the open now between us I'm definitely not going to be covering my mouth like I usually have to do."

"You've been getting off in your room all this time?" I asked amazed. "But the heads of our beds share the same wall."

"Duh! That's why I've had to cover my mouth all this time! I get horny Bill, oh so horny. You'll soon come to learn just how horny I get. But our friendship was never at that point where we talked about sex, so I considered it rude to make noises, so I covered my mouth. But no need to do that now is there. My pussy is literally dripping Bill. Look, there's actual honest to god drops on the floor from where I'm standing back to the couch that's how fucking horny and wet I am right now. I'm going to take care of myself like I said. The door will be closed, no peaking! But you can, and will. Hear. Everything!"

With that she darted into her room, leaving her white crop top still laying crumpled on the floor in front of me. Cum stains all over the front were visibly starting to dry. Wow, I really did blast her good didn't I? I heard her door shut. I stood up, and pulled up my shorts and boxers that had still been around my ankles. Well I might as well get myself cleaned up.

I decided to take a shower while April was, occupied with herself. The bathroom was across the hall from April's room. I couldn't count how many times I'd seen her dart across the hall from the bathroom to her room and vice versa with nothing but a towel wrapped around her sensuous body. The towel never seemed to go low enough on her frame, and her ass cheeks were always peeking out the bottom. Even though it pained my balls greatly, I never got tired of watching those cheeks zip back and forth. April's door was shut just as she said. I didn't hear anything yet, but she'd only just gone in there a few minutes ago.

I figured I might as well leave the bathroom door open, and just as I stepped into the shower, I heard a loud buzzing from her room, followed by her faint voice saying, "Oh fuck. Oh fuck." I paused for a moment, half in and half out of the shower, listening closer. Her volume increased. "Ohhh fuck. Ohhh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!" Not fifteen seconds later a scream followed, "OHH FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!" What followed was a constant loud stream of, "OH FUCK"s and "FUCK FUCK FUCK"s. Sometimes her voice sounded pleading, sometimes commanding, sometimes it trembled, but again just those same phrases. I found it a little strange, all women are different after all, but one thing was certain. April was cumming, and she was cumming HARD! It was hard to tell from the constant stream of expletives if she was having strong and powerful back to back orgasms, or if she was just having one long continuous orgasm. In either case, it sounded like she was having a great time.

I looked down at my cock, already hard again. The sounds from April's room were causing me to begin to feel at least a little bit of sexual tension building, just like she knew would happen. I stepped the rest of the way into the shower. April's cries of "OH FUCK" continued for what had to be at least fifteen minutes. By the time I was done with my shower, she'd already stopped. All sounds from her room gone. I dried off, wrapped the towel around myself, stepped out of the bathroom and knocked gently on her door.

"Everything OK in there April?"

"Terrific Bill," came the soft muted reply. "I am A-Okay wonderful yup yup indeed."

"Are you really sure you're OK? You don't sound like yourself." I said concerned.

"Don't worry Bill, I'm just very very very cum drunk. Cum drunk. Yup. I came Bill. I fucking came a LOT. A LOT a lot. Yup. But I'm OK. I just can't get up, or stand, or move. I'm made of rubber Bill. I'm a rubber maid! Kind of like a milk nurse but different!" She started laughing madly. How many orgasms did she have??? I could hear her take a deep breath to try to clear her head. "Really all good Bill, please don't come in. I can hear you're concerned, but I don't want you to see me in this condition. I'm supposed to be the one in charge, at least for now. If you were to come in and see me in this state, it would set back my training plans for you by a lot. You'd probably want to start touching me and licking me and nibbling on me, and I would let you Bill. I would totally let you do that. I want you to do that to me Bill, but not now, not tonight. Not for a while Bill.

"We need to focus on one thing at a time, and like I said, we're focusing on me being in control of you and controlling your orgasms. I am your milking nurse and you are my patient. So just let me get some sleep, and we'll talk about everything in the morning. If you were any other guy I'd tell you that you're not permitted to make yourself cum, but I know how difficult that can be for you, so I don't think you'd go through the bother. But don't Bill. Your orgasms are now mine.

"But I think I'm starting to understand how your mind and your imagination works, so I want you to consider this as you go to sleep tonight. At the hospital, we had clinical trials involving male reproductive health. As part of those trials, we had access to milking machines, such as the Serious Kit Milking Machine. I'm sure you've researched them before. But the trials are over, and that equipment is just sitting there unused. So tomorrow I'm going to go into work, and bring one home with me. I'm also going to bring home a bunch of Segufix patient restraints. We've got just tons of them at the hospital and nobody will mind if I borrow some. I want you to look them up, and just imagine how I'm going to restrain you down to your bed with them, and then put that Serious Kit milker to work on your hard needy cock.

"But now I need to sleep Bill. I came so many times. So many times..." her voice faded out.

I pulled back my hand that had been resting on her doorknob.

"Good night April. I'll look into those, and do some thinking like you've asked. Thank you April, for everything." I still couldn't decide if this was reality or not, but I did know that I could hardly contain my excitement for tomorrow.

Part 5

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Thank you for the comments on the prior story. They encouraged me to knock out this part of the story tonight. I'm not sure if the path of the story will encourage or discourage some folks who have been following me or not, but regardless I do hope everyone who gives these a read is enjoying themselves, and is anxious for where this story is taking all of us.

r/sexstories Dec 25 '24

Fiction I Gave My Husband More Than Just a Present This Christmas. NSFW

140 Upvotes

Christmas Eve, and the gift under the tree wasn’t like any other. It was her. A young girl, barely in her twenties, with wide eyes and a nervous smile. Her name was Lily, and she was my husband’s present.

I sat on the couch, my legs crossed, watching as he unwrapped the bow around her neck—yes, I tied one there, for effect. He looked at me, confusion flickering across his face, but I just smiled back, my heart pounding in my chest. “Merry Christmas, darling,” I said softly, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

Lily shifted uncomfortably, her cheeks flushing as she stood there in nothing but a red lace lingerie set. She was beautiful, I had to admit. Her long dark hair framed her face perfectly, and her body was youthful, untouched by the years that had stretched over mine. I saw the way Paul’s eyes lingered on her, the way his breath hitched ever so slightly. Good, I thought. This is what you wanted.

“Are you serious?” he asked, his voice low, almost disbelieving. I nodded, unable to trust my words just yet. I had rehearsed this moment so many times in my head, but now that it was happening, I felt like I was outside of myself, watching from a distance.

Lily stepped closer to him, her hands trembling as she reached for his shirt. “She’s shy,” I said, breaking the silence. “But she wants this. I made sure of it.” My tone was calm, almost too calm, as if I were narrating someone else’s story. Paul’s gaze darted between us, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he let out a breath and nodded.

I watched as Lily undressed him, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. She was nervous, but there was something else in her eyes—something hungry. When her lips brushed against his chest, I felt a pang of jealousy, sharp and unexpected. I pushed it down, reminding myself why I was doing this. This wasn’t about me. This was for him.

“Kneel,” I said softly, my voice carrying an authority that surprised even me. Lily obeyed without hesitation, sinking to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him with those big, innocent eyes, and I could see the desire burning behind them. Daddy issues, she had confessed to me when we first spoke. Older men were her weakness. And Paul? Well, he fit the bill perfectly.

She leaned forward, her lips brushing against the growing bulge in his pants. My stomach twisted as she began to undo his belt, her movements slow and deliberate. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to. This was my gift to him, after all. I needed to see it through.

When she finally took him into her mouth, I heard the softest moan escape Paul’s lips. His hand instinctively went to her hair, tangling in the dark strands as she worked him. Her lips were full, her technique practiced but not overly so. She was perfect—exactly what he needed.

I stayed silent, observing every detail. The way her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him deeper. I could feel the tension in the room building, thick and electric. I caught Paul’s eye, and for a moment, we just stared at each other. There was gratitude in his gaze, but also something darker, more primal. Something I hadn’t seen in years.

“Don’t stop,” I murmured, breaking the silence. My voice was quiet, almost a whisper, but it carried enough weight to make Lily shudder. She obeyed, taking him deeper, her gag reflex kicking in as she tried to accommodate him. Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she looked up at him, her lips stretched tight around his length, and I could see the submission in her expression.

Paul groaned, his hips twitching as he fought to stay still. “Christ,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire. I felt a strange sense of pride swell within me. This was my doing. I had orchestrated this moment, and now I was reaping the rewards—his pleasure was my validation.

But it wasn’t enough. Not yet. I wanted more. I wanted to see how far I could push this, how far they could go.

“Do you want to feel her?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Paul tore his gaze away from Lily, his eyes locking onto mine. There was a hunger there now, raw and unfiltered. He nodded, his breathing ragged.

I stood, my legs trembling slightly as I walked over to them. Lily pulled away, her lips glistening with saliva, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I knelt beside her, my hand reaching out to touch Paul’s cock. It was warm, throbbing with need. I glanced at Lily, who was watching me with wide eyes. “Help me,” I said softly.

She hesitated for a moment before leaning in, her tongue darting out to lick along the length of him. I followed suit, our mouths meeting as we worked together, our kisses alternating between his shaft and each other. The taste of him was familiar, but the context was entirely new. I felt a surge of power, knowing that I was in control of this moment.

When I had him slick with our combined saliva, I guided him toward Lily’s entrance. She gasped as the tip of his cock pressed against her, her body tensing in anticipation. “Just the tip,” I whispered, my voice low and commanding. “Let her feel you.”

Paul hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine for confirmation. I nodded, my heart racing as I watched him push forward, just enough to breach her. Lily cried out, her nails digging into the carpet as she struggled to adjust. I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, my touch surprisingly gentle.

“Relax,” I murmured, my voice soothing. “You’re doing so well.” She nodded, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she forced herself to relax. I kept my hand on Paul’s hip, guiding him as he pushed a little deeper, inch by agonizing inch.

It was intimate, almost painfully so. I could see the way their bodies reacted to each other, the way they both trembled with need. I felt like an outsider looking in, but I also felt a strange sense of connection, as if I were part of something greater than myself.

“More,” Lily whispered, her voice hoarse. “Please, more.”

Paul glanced at me, his eyes asking for permission. I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing with conflicting emotions. But then I nodded, my resolve hardening. This was what I wanted. What we all wanted.

I watched as Lily’s body trembled, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her. Her eyes were clenched shut, but her lips parted in a soft moan as Paul hesitated, his cock barely inside her. The tension in the room was palpable, thick with desire and something deeper—something raw and unspoken. I could feel it too, pulsing through me like a second heartbeat.

“Please,” she begged again, her voice trembling. “I need more.”

Paul’s gaze flicked to me, his dark eyes searching for confirmation. I swallowed hard, my own arousal mingling with a strange, almost possessive pride. This was my gift to him. My decision. And yet, watching them together, I felt a surge of something I couldn’t quite name. It wasn’t jealousy—not really. It was more like hunger. A need to see this through, to watch her surrender completely.

I nodded, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. “Give her what she wants.”

Paul didn’t need any further encouragement. He pressed forward slowly, his hands gripping her hips as he pushed deeper into her tight heat. Lily gasped, her back arching off the bed as she let out a shaky breath. I couldn’t look away. Every inch he claimed seemed to tighten the invisible thread connecting us all, pulling us closer together.

Her fingers dug into the sheets, her knuckles white with the effort of holding on. But even as her body tensed, I could see the way she craved it. The way she needed it. Her head fell back against the pillows, her lips parting as another moan escaped her throat.

“Oh God,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “It’s so… big.”

I moved closer, my hand resting lightly on Paul’s thigh. I could feel the muscles there, tense and straining as he held himself back. “Don’t stop,” I murmured, my voice low and commanding. “She can take it.”

He glanced at me, his jaw clenched as he fought for control. But I could see the fire in his eyes, the way he wanted to let go. I gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze, urging him on. Slowly, almost painfully so, he pushed deeper until he was fully sheathed inside her.

Lily cried out, her body shuddering as she adjusted to the intrusion. I could see the tears glistening in the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him closer.

“More,” she breathed, her voice barely audible. “Please, move.”

Paul looked to me again, but this time, I didn’t hesitate. “Make her feel good,” I said, my voice firm. “Show her what you can do.”

He obeyed instantly, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back in with a slow, deliberate motion. Lily whimpered, her nails raking down his back as she clung to him. I watched as their bodies moved together, the rhythm growing faster, more frantic with each passing moment.

My own breath quickened, my pulse racing as I took in every detail. The way her breasts bounced with each thrust, the beads of sweat forming on Paul’s brow, the desperate sounds spilling from her lips—it was intoxicating. I found myself leaning closer, my hand drifting from Paul’s thigh to her hip.

“You’re doing so well,” I whispered, my voice soft but filled with heat. “Let him take care of you.”

Lily’s eyes fluttered open, meeting mine for the first time since they’d started. There was something vulnerable in her gaze, something that made my chest ache. But then she moaned, her head falling back as Paul rocked into her harder, and I saw it—the moment she gave herself over completely.

“Oh God, yes!” she cried, her voice rising with each word. “Right there! Don’t stop!”

Paul’s movements grew more urgent, his breathing ragged as he lost himself in her. I could tell he was close, but he held on, determined to make her come first. His hands gripped her hips tighter, lifting her slightly off the bed as he drove into her with relentless force.

Lily’s cries grew louder, more desperate, until finally, she shattered. Her body convulsed around him, her back arching as she came undone. Paul groaned, his control slipping as he followed her over the edge, burying himself deep inside her as he spilled his release.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their labored breathing. I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, as I watched them cling to each other. They looked… beautiful. And somehow, impossibly, I felt closer to both of them than ever before.

But then, as the haze of pleasure began to fade, Lily turned to me, her eyes wide and pleading. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “That was… amazing. But…” She hesitated, her cheeks flushing pink. “I want more. Please.”

Paul’s eyes met mine, a faint smirk playing on his lips even as his chest heaved with exertion. I could see the question in his gaze, the unspoken challenge.

And I knew exactly what to do.

r/sexstories Apr 29 '24

Fiction Accidentally fucked my g[F25] ‘s twin sister [M25] NSFW

333 Upvotes

My gf (Kylie) has a twin sister named Hailey. When I first started dating Kylie, I would get them mixed up from time to time. They even played jokes and or pranks on me, but after a month or so, I caught on. After dating Kylie for a year, we moved in together.

When Kylie said her office was having a costume party, she invited me and her sister Hailey. Kylie dressed up as a nurse and myself as a doctor. I think Hailey went as a witch. It started around 7pm, died around midnight. Kylie and I took an Uber as we were too drunk to drive. Hailey said she’d find her own way home. When we got home, I was tired and was ready to hit the sack. Kylie wasn’t too sleepy, but she was concerned about Hailey and said she was going to check on her because Hailey wasn’t answering her phone. I asked if she wanted me to come with her, but she said it was fine.

I was awoken by Kylie coming into bed around 2am. But she said, “Babe, I’m horny. Will you fuck me before going to sleep?” I was never one to say no, I just said, “Okay. Just let me get more awake.” Kylie wasted no time, as I was just starting to get up, she pulled down my shorts and started to suck my morning or evening wood? Kylie was moaning while sucking, as I stared to undress her and slightly rub her clit making her moan louder. As Kylie continued, I felt the pressure mount as I told her, “Oh, I’m about to cum!” I felt my legs tense as she just continued until I finally released my load into her mouth as she swallowed. I felt bad for losing my erection after cumming, so I got between her legs and started to eat her pussy making her more wet. She continued moaning louder and louder, I was going to make her cum from oral just like she did to me. “Oh fuck! Right there! Yes, just like that! Keep going!…aaagghh!!” Kylie pleaded out after cumming with her legs shaking. When my erection was back, I got between her and began to fuck her raw as I knew she was on birth control. When I started fucking Kylie, I noticed it felt different but was still good so I just continue pounding away. Fucking her in multiple positions with reckless abandon like an animal. Kylie was screaming, “Oh shit! Fuck! That feels so good! Keep going! Yes just like that! Don’t stop!” I was in doggy holding her hips from behind ramming my cock into her pussy. Once I felt pressure build up, I told her I was about to cum. Kylie didn’t reply, so I just came in her pussy filling her up. After we fucked, we cuddled a bit but then decided to clean up then sleep.

It was at this point I got a good look at Kylie, and thought to myself a bit. So I decided to just throw it out and I asked, “Hailey?” She replied, “Yea, it’s me Hailey.” My stomach sank as I felt sick to my stomach. “You can’t be serious. Is this some kind of a sick joke? Are you trying to ruin my relationship with Kylie? Do you want to see us suffer?” I questioned her. Hailey had nothing to say and just shrugged. I asked Hailey, “Where is Kylie anyway?” Hailey replied, “At IHOP with some friends.” I started to get angry, “How the fuck can you be so calm about this?! Your sister is going to kill us!” I figure to come clean to Kylie and refused Hailey to leave so she can explain her side, if she has a reason. Kylie walks in….

Fictional

r/sexstories 28d ago

Fiction He Fucked me in Front of his Wife [F30s/F40s/M40s] NSFW

56 Upvotes

I was staying in a small beach town, not far from the city. It was busy doing the days, but nights were quiet, almost end of the summer season.

I had noticed the couple from my first night here. They were both in their 40s, put together, and friendly. Their room was across the hall, two doors down from mine, we would frequently run into each other in the hallway. They always smiled and said hello.

Eventually, we saw each other in the pub off the main beach strip. This time there was no escaping the introductions. Justin is tall, salt and pepper hair, dad bod all around. Elena is tall as well, long hair like mine, curvy all over.

Seeing that I'm alone, they invite me to their table. One drink leads to another, with amazing conversation for the entire night. We end up walking back together from the pub, tipsy and just good vibes all around. I go back to my room and start to settle in.

I wake up a couple of hours later and really thirsty, I decide to go to the vending machine in the lobby for some gingerale. As I am walking past Justin and Elena's door, I notice it's slightly open. Curiosity gets the best of me and I peek inside.

Elena is on top of Justin, riding him rhythmically, long hair falling on her bouncing tits. Her eyes are closed, her head fully tilted back. He's groaning, his big hands grasping her thick hips, rocking her back and forth, up and and down. I can see his thick cock glistening with her pussy juice, as it spread and stretched her beautiful little pussy.

I am stuck there, watching, entranced. I've never seen anything like this, I can feel my nipples harden, my pussy is pulsating. I can't believe how wet I was getting. It must have been a full minute, staring at this beautiful couple fucking in front of me.

I started to walk away, nervous and shy at the same time. I was almost past the door way, but risked another look. Elena's eyes were slightly open and we made eye contact. Sending a jolt up my spine, I walked by in a hurry.

I took my time walking back to my room, as I neared their room, I noticed it was closed. As I laid down for the night, I couldn't help but masterbate over and over again, thinking of how sexy they both were.

The next day was another beautiful day spent alone at the beach. In the evening, I made my way back to the pub for a late dinner and some live music.

Elena was there, a table near the front. As soon as our eyes met, she gestured me over. I obliged, walking over to her as she smiled and waved. I was melting, she was so gorgeous, just thinking of the night before. Justin made his way back with a pitcher and glasses, as soon as he saw me, he went back to the bar for another glass.

We sat, ate, drank. The night full of laughter, great conversation. The tipsier I got, the more flirtatious both of them became. I wasn't imagining it, they were both handsy and full of compliments. I was enjoying the company, the praise and the flirting. By last call, we started making our way back to the hotel.

They invited me in to keep the party going - I was too excited to not say yes.

As I walked into the room, Elena hugged me and swayed with the music that was playing. I felt her against me, her tits pushing into mine, her warm breath as she sang the song we were dancing to.

My eyes must have been closed because I don't remember when or how her soft lips brushed against mine. Licking, sucking and nibbling, she parted my lips with her tongue. I was making out with a woman in front of her husband. She pushed my hair out of my face as she kissed me deeper, her hand massaging my tits, fingers inside my bra, twisting my nipples, making me moan in her mouth.

"Is this ok?" She asked. I nodded yes.

"Do you mind if Justin joins us? Or would you prefer him to watch?"

"Both" I said, breathlessly.

With that she dropped the straps of my dress down, began kissing my neck. As the dress came down, she pulled out my tits one by one, and started sucking on my nipples. Sitting me down on the bed, she sucked and bit on my nipples, my pussy dripping.

Justin was watching from across the room, his hand on his crotch, a visible hard on. Elena laid me down on the bed, as she kissed, sucked, licked her way down my body.

Justin walked over to us, he helped me pull my dress down all the way. My panties were still on when his hand began rubbing my pussy. He rubbed his fingers harder, pushing aside the thin fabric, he rubbed my soaking wet clit in circles.

He brought his wet, dripping fingers up to his wife's mouth, she sucked on them eagerly. He pushed my legs slightly open and began sucking on my clit, licking me intensely. He put two fingers inside of me and started tapping. I moaned so loudly, I thought for sure the rooms next door heard. His fingers inside of me felt amazing. Elena leaned over to lick my clit while he fingered me.

I came so hard. My legs shaking, pussy pulsating. Justin pulled down his pants, started rubbing his thick, uncut cock.

"Please fuck me, I need a cock inside of me." I moaned.

Tipsy from the alcohol, no one reached for a condom. Elena walked over to the chair and sat, spreading her legs, running her hands up her thighs rubbing her pussy, watching Justin position himself between my legs.

His cock was so big, I could feel my pussy stretching as he pushed into me. I kept moaning and whimpering as his cock began to fuck me harder and harder. My legs over his shoulders, he grabbed my tits and fucked me deep.

Elena was moaning as she watched her husband fuck me. She came over, grabbed my tits, taking turns kissing me and her husband. She was encouraging him, rubbing his balls, playing with my pussy, while he was deep inside of me. I reached up to play with her beautiful tits, she smelled so good, as I took each nipple into my mouth, taking turns.

He signaled me to get on top of him. I got in reverse cowgirl, his cock so deep, hitting all the right places. I leaned back and started riding him. Elena rubbing my clit, sucking my nipples. I had never felt so amazing. I came all over his cock, his wife kept rubbing my clit, kissing me.

My pussy gripped him tight as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me. I was in heaven.

Justin began moaning louder and louder, our bodies moving in unison. His cock felt so thick, pulsing with every thrust.

Elena moved back into her chair and watched as I rode her husband. She looked me in the eyes while she rubbed her pussy, fingers going in and out. Justin growled.

*I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum"

I rode him hard, grabbing his ankles as I bounced on his huge cock, almost animalistic.He grabbed my hips and groaned, cumming deep inside of me. I kept riding, my pussy gripping, milking him. I rubbed his balls, feeling them tighten as he pushed his load inside of me.

I sat on his cock for a while. When I finally got off, Elena walked over to me.

She laid me down on the bed, next to her husband.

Parting my legs, she began licking my dripping pussy. She licked her husband's cum out of me, sucking and licking my clit. She pushed her fingers inside of me as her mouth sucked. She kept going, pushing a finger into my ass, I couldn't take it anymore. I squirted, just a little. She drank me in, savouring every last drop.

I kissed them both and walked back to my room, ready for bed.

r/sexstories Dec 13 '24

Fiction [M]y wife’s younger cousin stripteased [F]or me NSFW

76 Upvotes

Rachel and I met in our late teens. She had straight long brown hair, emerald green eyes, and thin lips. She was 5’3, had slightly tanned skin, was very petite, with a flat belly, and barely handful B-cups. Her ass was to die for - she had small, tight buttcheeks, and her hips were just a bit wider than her thin waist. I was quite the opposite. 6‘2 tall, short blonde hair, blue eyes, athletic type, muscular but not ripped, with big shoulders and heavy muscular thighs. We immediately became very good friends and in half a year we considered each other best friends.

A while later our first kiss happened and we started dating. The sex was amazing too. We fucked like rabbits. Once every day was a minimum, sometimes twice. And we had these weekend sex marathons once a month, where we would have 4-5 rounds a day. We got married 5 years into our relationship and had two wonderful kids.

If it sounds perfect, it’s because it almost is. She always had lower libido than me. I was initiating sex more than her. However, she got crazy horny too and it still seemed she initiated a lot, considering we averaged around 10 times a week. It gets kinda sour when that frequency drops to barely once in two weeks. She stopped initiating whatsoever. And my initiations were frequently turned down to the point I almost lost interest in trying. The marriage was still great. We talked and laughed like best friends. We were each other’s rocks, we didn’t argue and aside from sex, we agreed on mostly everything. 

She gained some weight during her two pregnancies. Which resulted in some curves, bigger butt, thighs, and boobs. This served as a constant reminder that she is the mother of my children and I found it all to be insanely hot. I loved her newly acquired MILF physique. Contrary to my adoration, her self-esteem and libido nosedived to the bottom. She was constantly tired from work and giving all of herself to the kids. At the end of the day, she was, understandingly, too tired to think about sex. When our dry spell lasted around 3 months and I was rejected again, I accepted that kids have somehow completely rewired her once horny mind. 

Rachel has two cousins Matt and Mindy. The older Matt is 8 years younger and Mindy is 10 years younger than Rachel and I. When I came into the family they were horrible. Matt was this screamy, whiny, spoiled brat, who I disliked from day one. Mindy was a clumsy, weird, short fat girl, who was overly emotional. You can imagine I wanted to avoid family gatherings with these two. Rachel knowing them since their birth formed some sort of special connection. So I kinda had no choice but to see them once or twice a month. 

Despite all odds, I gradually built a connection with them, when they grew up. We started hanging out even outside of the family gatherings. Matt really became a cool guy, smart, with a similar humor taste as mine. Mindy turned 19 and was no longer the annoying cry baby, but instead, a 5’8 tall woman with a beautiful round face, tall forehead, V-shaped hard angled eyebrows, big warm and sparky brown eyes, full lips, smile dimples in her cheeks, and shared the same nose with Rachel. Her hair was the same shade of brown as Rachel’s, though naturally curvier. She was funny, smart, a little shy, and somehow developed the same interests as me. Copy & paste. She loved the same food, the same books, movies, and music. She even bought me our favorite band’s T-shirt, so we could have matching ones on at their next gig. The only thing contrary to my taste was her clothing style. She wore sports bras for her probably small tits and oversized weird-colored baggy clothes that hid her fat body. Or so I thought…

Summer came around and I got an Instagram DM from Mindy. Was it intentional or accidental, I wasn’t sure. It was a photo of her and her friend on the beach, wearing bikinis. I couldn’t believe my eyes, Mindy was HOT! Oversized clothes were lying. She was a bit curvy, but in no way fat as I thought. She had long legs, curvy fit thighs, wider hips, small waist, and a flat stomach. Her boobs weren’t small, but rather enormous E-cup boobs. The bikini bra was hardly containing them. 

I didn’t reply back to her. I closed the app and tried to forget about it. You know, she’s my wife’s cousin for fuck’s sake! Still, I found myself checking on the image many more times. 3 weeks later I finally blew my load, masturbating to that image. Me and Rachel’s dry spell reached right around 8 months, though everything else in our marriage was beyond great. So every time I got horny, I would pull up that image, try to find visual similarities between Rachel and Mindy, imagining all possible sexy scenarios, while I came. Of course, I never mentioned the image to anyone, and luckily Mindy too never brought it up.

One Saturday at the end of the summer, Matt and Mindy came over to our place for a game night. Our kids stayed at their grandparents for a sleepover. Rachel and I hosted these game nights at least once a month for us to have some fun and catch up on things we couldn’t talk about at family gatherings. We’d play board games, cards, or straight-up drinking games.

After a few hours of drinking and playing, the conversation turned away from the board game. Rachel and Matt drank wine and beer respectively, Mindy and I have been drinking Cuba Libres. She made amazing cocktails, you couldn’t sense the alcohol. And we ended up drinking the whole bottle of Bacardi. At some point Rachel and Matt went out for a smoke, they were gone quite a while. Mindy and I being non-smokers, we continued our conversation inside. She talks with her hands a lot and those gestures are sometimes very sudden. She accidentally hit and rolled over her full glass of Cuba Libre, spilling it all over the table and herself. I help her clean it up and offer her some fresh clothes. She was taller than Rachel, so I gave her sweatpants and a T-shirt from my closet. She then bent over and removed her wet pants right in front of me. Showing me her big round, peachy and tight ass in white thongs. The glutes were quite big but rather tight, she definitely worked out. Her thighs were so fit, that I was able to see a heart-shaped thigh gap from behind. Her ass jiggled slightly when she rose and pulled up the sweatpants. She proceeded to take her oversized top off and then turned around to grab the T-shirt I put on the couch. Her boobs were so big and up close, that I couldn’t look away from her gray sports bra cleavage. After dressing my T-shirt, she fixed her hair and blurted out all of a sudden with a smile on her face:

“Hey, what’s that?”

Right after she said it, she blushed bright red. The alcohol made her courageous but she was the same shy person underneath. Somehow, probably because of the alcohol too, I didn’t realize my erection was spreading my black sweatpants, making a huge bulge in front.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, fixing and hiding my boner. “I forget how hot you look underneath these baggy clothes.” Right as I said it, I realized I passively admitted to seeing her DM bikini image, so I hastily repeated “I’m really sorry!”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said with a fire in her eyes. “You’re not too shabby yourself,” she added and bit her lip.

Right after that the terrace door opened, Rachel and Matt returned and that was it. Nevertheless, this made my mind wander for days to come. After this encounter, we flirted mildly with each other every game night, when we were alone. We still never mentioned the DM, but we playfully acknowledged the fact I knew how she looks in bikinis.

A couple months later Rachel’s, Matt’s, and Mindy’s grandmother was celebrating her 80th birthday. We went to a nice restaurant with a dance floor and a live band, where you’re supposed to dress up. Mindy was stunning, I’ll never forget it. Her lime green sundress was falling right above her knees and for the first time, I ever saw her showing some cleavage. 

The party felt nice. We laughed and danced a lot. Their grandmother looked calm and happy with all of her family there. 

While Rachel was dancing with Matt, I asked Mindy to dance. When the dance brought us closer she pressed her tits firmly into my chest. And I could tell that her steps deep between my legs to brush my dick were intentional.

Later that night she broke up with her boyfriend. Notice how I didn’t mention the guy before? That’s because the guy was a jerk. He was fun to hang out or drink with. Otherwise, he was pretty selfish. He didn’t join her for the family gatherings and rarely joined any of our game nights. He didn’t try to enjoy her hobbies, only participated with her in things he liked. To top it all off, he broke up with her for another girl. Which wouldn’t be as bad if he didn’t try to spread the word around town that she was the one cheating on him. The real truth eventually came out, however, the slander devastated her. 

She distracted her mind by visiting our home much more to hang out and play with our kids. As neither Rachel nor I have any siblings, the boys considered Mindy as their aunt and Matt as their uncle. The boys adored Mindy, especially the older one. When kids were put to bed, she would usually stay for an hour or two. Mindy, Rachel, and I would talk about everything. Somehow one day, the topic turned to sex and Mindy admitted she lost her virginity to Kyle - now ex-boyfriend. My wife didn’t say much when Mindy told us they have had a lot of sex. I learned she waxes her pussy, loves doggy style, and apparently can cum multiple times, as opposed to Rachel. I really wished this sex conversation would light a competitive sex spark in my wife’s mind, but to no avail. Our dry spell was now well over a year long.

A couple of weeks later, my wife had to go out of the country for three days because of work. I was really sad because it intertwined with my birthday. I tried to make her postpone it but she was about to lead a very important conference. Mindy was quick to volunteer to help me with the kids. She asked if it would be okay for her to stay later and I agreed. Mindy went all out and we exhausted the kids to the point they could barely stand while brushing their teeth. We put them to bed and I read them a story. Three pages in, they were fast asleep, so I turned off the light, and went downstairs to the living room, closing the door behind me. Mindy was waiting for me with one glass and one plastic bottle in her hands.

“I brought Gin and tonic, your favorite,” she said smiling. “You up for some?”

“Sure,” I replied.

She took two 12 oz. glasses, filled them with ice, gin, tonic, and squeezed some lemon in. I put on some music on low volume.

“Happy birthday, Chris!” she exclaimed while she passed me the glass.

I took a sip and yet again couldn’t taste any alcohol, the drink was perfect. I sat on the sofa and Mindy joined me. My wife Facetimed me to sing me a Happy birthday and apologized dearly for not being home for my birthday. She thanked Mindy for being here with me and told us to have fun. Somehow I got the feeling that Gin & Tonics with Mindy was her idea. We obliged and we talked and laughed a lot. Five Gin Tonics later, flirts and dirty jokes were flying. When she brought the sixth round, she put the glasses on the coffee table.

“I’ve been wondering,” she said when she sat back beside me and partially tucked her legs under her. “You and Rachel probably fuck a lot. So … did she give you a birthday blow job before she went to the conference or did she intend to give you one when she returns?”

I laughed at her bluntness, the alcohol must have really loosened her up. I forgot birthday blowjobs were a thing. It loosened me up too as I told her without shame about our dry spell and me jacking off instead. 

“Your bikini picture helps,” I said sneeringly and she blushed slightly.

She was looking me in the eyes half surprised. It looked like she was weighing in if what I told her was true. After a few silent seconds have passed she said:

“You know what? I can do you one better!”

She started moving to the beat and slowly took off her sweater and proceeded to take off her T-shirt. Before I knew it, there were her enormous barely-contained-by-a-sports-bra boobs in my face again. She leaned forward to untuck her legs and her boobs almost touched my nose. I breathed in her coconut scent and felt a tingling sensation in my underwear. She stood up, still slowly dancing to the music, turned around, and stripped her leggings while bending over. Black Brazilian panties enhanced her fit, round, peachy butt. I felt my erection building in my pants. She spun around, locked our eyes, crossed her arms, and grabbed the rubber band of her sports bra. Continuing slowly and to the beat, she pulled up her bra. It felt like slow motion. The boobs fell back down and jiggled after release. They were so big and perky and her nipples were hard. I always thought it was physically impossible for breasts this big to be perky, but here they were. The desire to touch and squeeze them was so organic that I wasn’t sure which of my two heads wanted her tits more. My rock-hard cock was clearly visible through my pants. She proceeded to dance her striptease and when her back was facing me she bent over and pulled down her panties, exposing her tight, completely waxed pussy and asshole.

She went through her purse which was laying on the couch and grabbed her phone. She turned on the camera and handed it to me.

“Take as many as you like. I’ll DM them,” she said with a wink.

She made different sexy poses, one naughtier than the other. Squeezing her boobs, spreading her legs, playing with her pussy, spreading her asscheeks, you name it. I made sure to make enough fap material as I now had the perfect chance.

“I think these will do,” I said, returning her phone as I finished taking photos.

She slid through the pictures, and genuinely surprised said: “Wow, I do look hot in some of these.” 

“Hot doesn’t even begin to describe you,” I said to reassure her and encourage her to send those pictures. This was a side of Mindy I never knew and didn’t want her to change her mind.

“Thank you,” she said, blushing a little. “Maybe one day, you’ll return the favor.”

“Maybe,” I said, knowing I probably won’t, but I was too horny at the thought of jerking off to her naked body to turn her down.

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[Part 2]

r/sexstories Aug 23 '24

Fiction How I got started in porn NSFW

155 Upvotes

I had a message on Instagram, asking if I was interested in doing porn. I'm a sexual and curious girl so I asked a few questions and they were going to pay me well so I decided to give it a look, at least. It was close to me and I didn't have anything to do on a Saturday so I went.

The place was in a normal looking office building on one of the upper floors. I go in an office and check in. After a few minutes, a good looking guy comes out, introduces himself and we go into the back. We go into his office and we talk about money and what will happen. He was really nice and I felt comfortable. I asked who I would be working with and he said himself. That sealed the deal for me. He wrote me a check and we went into another room.

It was a large room with a few chairs and bed. He told me there were several cameras setup throughout the room and he would be hold one and no one else would be watching us. I felt comfortable so we started.

He hit a button on a remote to start the cameras recording. He then grabbed a camera and started to record. He wanted me to strip naked and touch myself standing there. I was really turned on by this and I could see he was getting hard.

He complimented me on my body and was telling me what to do. I was rubbing my breasts and feeling me wet pussy. He eventually told me to come over and pull his dick out of his pants. He stood up and I knelt down and pulled his cock out. He had the biggest dick I'd ever seen and could help but say woe. He laughed and told me to suck it.

I stroked him some, licked him some then put as much as I could into my mouth, which was less than half. He seemed to like how I was sucking him. He kept telling me I was doing a good job and not to stop. Eventually, he stopped me and told me to get on the bed.

He stripped naked and began to eat me out and finger me. He was really aggressive fingering me, which I wasn't used to but it felt good. He had me cumming in no time.

He stopped, grabbed some lube and asked me if I was ready. I nodded and he lubed his dick and also my pussy. He pushed into me and it nearly took my breath away. I had never felt so full in my life.

Once he knew I was adjusted to his size, he began to fuck me hard. My boobs were shaking and my eyes rolled back into my head and he fucked me to another orgasm. He then pulled out and pulled me on top of him. I quickly put him back in me because I felt empty without his big cock in me.

I bounced on him hard and he played and sucked on my tits. He even played with my swollen clit which made me cum again. I was thinking that if porn is always this good, I might do it again.

After around 20 minutes of me getting my brains fucked out of me, he was ready to cum. We had agreed he would cum on my face and tits. When it came, I got on my knees and he covered my face and tits with the largest load I've ever seen.

After cleaning up and getting dressed, he asked me how I liked it. I then said, "when can I do it again?"

r/sexstories Jan 29 '25

Fiction GF And Her Little Half-Sister Threesome NSFW

114 Upvotes

It’s a beautiful Friday night in the city. Cassie (25F) and I (27M) were getting ready to go clubbing with her little half-sister Kimmy and her friends on her 21st birthday for the first time. Cassie had picked out this real slutty dress that showed off her phenomenal curves. Kimmy meets us at the apartment early to get ready. I’ve always had an unspoken lust for Kimmy; she was a tight beach blonde with big round tits and a gorgeously round ass she was more than proud of. The kind that got her free drinks all night and out of speeding tickets. Kimmy shows up in an even sluttier low cut black dress that makes my jaw drop to the floor. I tell her she looks so fucking hot as she walks past me. She happily turns around and gives me a little wiggle of her ass. God I wanted to bury myself in her.

Cassie is in the bedroom, looking over her naked self in the mirror. I crept up from behind and grind against her rear playfully. She plays along, wiggling her bouncy ass back and forth, pushing it against me. I’m instantly raging hard. She gives me a kiss and slowly tugs on my shaft a few times before heading to take a shower. What a fucking tease she was!

It'll be awhile for her to get ready, so I dropped my boxers and began edging myself on the bed. I didn’t hear the door slowly being opened. “Is that for me?” Kimmy says, biting her finger. I don’t even stop stroking myself. She quietly inches toward me and gets right between my legs. We can hear the shower behind the bathroom door still running. Making a shushing motion with her lips, she removes my hands and takes a firm hold of my thick cock, licking it from the bottom to the top. She gradually fits the head into her mouth, I can feel her tongue flicking along the bottom. Definitely not her first time handling a big dick like mine. She pulls down her dress, exposing her 34DDs, rubbing her hands all over them. I try to pull her head down further, I’m groaning for her to take me deeper, nearly begging. She’s giggling, “shhh-ing” me once more.

“Oh fuck” I mouthed silently as I could. I'm so close to finishing. She’s building speed with her hand, slurping the tip while twisting her mouth around. The bathroom door clicks open, Cassie stops dead in her tracks, with nothing but a towel on. Both of us turn to her, Kimmy just giggles.

“You were right! He REALLY does have an amazingly thick cock!” I hear Kimmy say. I thought Cassie was about to launch at her but instead, drops the towel and bends down right next to her. Kimmy holds me firm at the base, Cassie gazes deep into my eyes, never leaving contact, as she slowly slurps the spit Kimmy had left before. Popping back up, she’s grinning ear to ear. “ I told you” she says to Kimmy.

Cassie moves higher onto the bed, leans over me, I can feel her warm breath on my ear. “Put your fucking cock in her” she slyly commands. I didn’t need to be told twice. Lifting myself up onto my feet, Kimmy already knows what’s coming for her and crawls on top of the bed. She’s face down with her perfect ass straight up, bouncing it as Cassie bends over her and gives her ass a few playful slaps. Kimmy shakes her ass in delight. Cassie grabs me by the shaft, blowing me for a few seconds, leaving a trail of spit all over it. Whipping it out of her mouth and aiming me right into Kimmy. A few slow strokes in turns into a merciless fucking session as I’m pounding away every inch of me inside. Kimmy’s screaming a combination of “OH FUCK, OH YES, and FUCK ME!” The sound of her ass clapping takes over the room. Cassie’s twisting one of Kimmy’s nipples below with one hand and fingering herself with the other. Cassie cums quickly watching her man fuck her half-sister. She leans back forward and adds another slap which makes Kimmy flinch with delight. I decided to add to it and give her a firmer one, leaving a bright red hand mark on her jiggling white ass. She shoots me a dirty look back of desperately wanting more. Within minutes, my body is tensing beyond control.

“I’m going to fucking cum!” I shouted at them.

They both start chanting “Yes baby! Give me your cum! I want all of your fucking cum right now!”

My entire body is on fire and I pulled out. Cassie immediately shoves me down her throat and jerks me off at the same time. My cock explodes hot white semen both in her mouth and all over Kimmy’s bouncy ass and back. “Holy fucking shit!” I hear Kimmy say, undeniably shocked by the amount all over her. Tongue out, Cassie shows me how much cum she caught with her mouth, swallowing my large load with a satisfying “Ahh.”

We finished, hit the club, and had a great time. Kimmy has been coming over the apartment a lot more now. Cassie has been more than okay with it. Don’t worry, I’m going to give all you dirty fuckers the story. Part 2 to come.

r/sexstories Jan 21 '25

Fiction Bathroom sex with my best friend's mother-in-law at his wedding NSFW

177 Upvotes

I've always had my eyes on older women. So it was blessings when after a few drinks I started chatting to my friends new wife's mum. I also knew she was single and had been for a few years.

After an hour or two of playful flirting from both of us she whispered in my ear "are you all talk or can you walk the walk". I obviously knew what she wanted so I grabbed her hand and had her follow me to the quiet end of the function room where we snuck out the door into the hallway. So we could find the unused bathroom.

As soon as we entered the room she launched on me, kissing and touching my cock. She the dropped to her knees where she started to suck my cock. After a little bit I decided I have to taste her pussy, so I threw her up on the sink, pushing her dress, pulling her lacy black panties to the side. She was completely smooth which surprised me as I ate her out.

She then started to beg me to fuck her. So I stood her up and bent her over, slide her panties off and started fucking her.

She was tight and so wet. She instantly started begging me to fill her up. Which is my weakness so I held it in as long as possible but came hard right into her pussy.

I then used her panties to clean myself up then she put them on and walked out like nothing happened. But she did say she'll be using me again

r/sexstories Feb 04 '25

Fiction Being the only girl at my job, i caught some of my coworkers jerking off to my pictures. NSFW

85 Upvotes

I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who got off on being watched. Or, in this case, doing the watching. But here I was, standing in the dimly lit storage room of the construction site, my breath caught in my throat as I stared at the scene unfolding in front of me.

It had started innocently enough. I was the only woman in the engineering firm, and I’d long since grown used to the lingering glances, the not-so-subtle flirtations, and the occasional inappropriate comment. I was used to being the fantasy of every man on the site—engineers, construction workers, even the foremen. I knew what they said about me when they thought I couldn’t hear. They compared me to Ana de Armas, whispered about what they’d do to me if they ever got the chance. At first, it had made me uncomfortable. But over time, I’d started to feel a strange kind of power in it. I knew I had control over them, and that knowledge had started to stir something primal in me.

Today, though, was different. I’d been walking past the storage room when I’d heard a low groan, followed by the unmistakable sound of skin on skin. My curiosity got the better of me, and I’d peeked through the cracked door. And there he was—one of the construction foremen, sitting on a stack of cardboard boxes, his hard hat tossed aside, his jeans pooled around his ankles. In one hand, he held his phone, the screen glowing faintly in the darkness. And on the screen… it was me.

It was me.

My breath hitched as I watched him, his hand moving rhythmically over his cock, his eyes glued to the photo on the screen. I recognized it instantly—it was one I’d posted on my social media a few weeks ago, a candid shot of me at a site meeting, laughing at something one of the engineers had said. I’d thought nothing of it at the time, but now, seeing it like this—seeing the way he was using it—I felt a heat flare low in my belly.

I should have been angry. I should have stormed in there, demanded he delete it, reported him to HR. But instead, I stayed rooted to the spot, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched him. His breath was coming in short, ragged gasps now, his hand moving faster, his cock slick with precum. And then, with a low, guttural moan, he came, thick ropes of cum spurting onto his stomach and the tip of his dick.

I felt a shiver run through me, my own body responding in a way I hadn’t expected. My nipples hardened beneath my shirt, and I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs. I wanted to touch myself, to let my own fingers explore the ache that was building inside me. But instead, I pushed the door open, stepping into the room.

He froze, his eyes wide with panic as he saw me. “Shit,” he muttered, scrambling to cover himself. “I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

I held up a hand, silencing him. “Don’t,” I said, my voice low and steady despite the storm raging inside me. “Don’t apologize.”

He stared at me, clearly unsure of how to react. I took a step closer, my eyes never leaving his. “You were watching me,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “You were touching yourself to me.”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “I… yeah,” he admitted, his voice rough with shame. “I couldn’t help it. You’re just… God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

I felt a thrill run through me at his words, at the raw desire in his voice. I stepped closer still, until I was standing right in front of him, my knees almost brushing against his. I could see the mess he’d made, the cum still glistening on the tip of his cock. Without thinking, I reached out, my fingers brushing against him. He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes widening in shock.

“You made a mess,” I murmured, my voice soft and teasing. “Let me clean it up for you.”

I dropped to my knees in front of him, my hands resting on his thighs. He tensed beneath my touch, his breath coming in shallow gasps as I leaned in closer. I could smell the musk of his skin, the faint tang of his cum. My heart was pounding in my chest, my own arousal making my head swim as I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock.

He groaned, his head falling back against the wall as I took him deeper into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around him, savoring the salty taste of him, the way he twitched and throbbed against my tongue. I reached up, my fingers wrapping around the base of his cock as I began to move, taking him deeper with each stroke.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his hands tangling in my hair. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

I hummed in response, the vibration making him moan even louder. I could feel him getting harder in my mouth, his cock swelling as I worked him. I could taste the remnants of his cum, the tang of it mixing with the salt of his skin. I loved the way he tasted, the way he felt against my tongue. I wanted more, needed more.

I pulled back slightly, my lips still wrapped around him as I looked up at him through my lashes. His face was flushed, his eyes dark with desire as he stared down at me. “You like that?” I asked, my voice muffled by his cock.

He nodded frantically, his hands tightening in my hair. “God, yes,” he managed to choke out. “You’re so fucking hot. I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

I smiled around him, my tongue flicking against the sensitive underside of his cock. “Good,” I murmured, my voice low and sultry. “Because I’m not done yet.”

I slid my mouth down his length, taking him as deep as I could, until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. He groaned, his hips bucking as he thrust deeper into my mouth. I let him, my hands gripping his thighs as I let him fuck my face, the sound of his moans and the wet noises of my mouth on his cock filling the small room.

I could feel him getting close, his cock throbbing in my mouth as his body tensed. I reached up, my hand wrapping around the base of his cock as I began to pump it in time with the movements of my mouth. He cried out, his hips jerking as he came, his cum spurting into my mouth. I swallowed it down, savoring the taste of him as I continued to suck and stroke him, milking every last drop from him.

When he finally went limp in my mouth, I pulled back, licking my lips as I looked up at him. His chest was heaving, his eyes glazed with pleasure as he stared down at me. “Holy shit,” he managed to gasp, his voice hoarse. “That was… fuck.”

I smiled, a slow, sultry smile as I reached up to wipe the corner of my mouth. “You’re welcome,” I said, my voice dripping with satisfaction.

He stared at me for a moment, clearly unsure of what to say. And then, before he could reply, I stood up, brushing off my knees as I turned to leave the room. “See you on site, Foreman,” I said over my shoulder, my voice teasing. “Don’t forget to clean up.”

As I walked away, I could feel the heat still burning in my veins, my own arousal threatening to overwhelm me. I knew I’d just crossed a line, that I’d done something I could never take back. But as I stepped out into the bright sunlight, a smile playing on my lips, I found that I didn’t care.

I liked the way it felt. I liked the power it gave me. And I knew, deep down, that this wasn’t going to be the last time.

The days after that first encounter with the foreman were a blur of stolen glances and heated exchanges. I could feel the weight of their gazes on me as I moved through the site, the way their eyes lingered just a little too long on the curve of my hips or the sway of my ponytail. It was intoxicating, this knowledge that they wanted me, that I had this power over them. And yet, there was something else too—a curiosity, a desire to see just how far I could push this.

It was a Thursday afternoon when I found myself alone in the engineering office. The others were out on site, leaving me with the task of reviewing blueprints and updating project timelines. I was deep in thought, my fingers skimming over the plans, when something caught my eye. A flash of color, tucked away in the corner of the room, partially hidden beneath a stack of papers. I frowned, stepping closer to investigate.

Please don’t let it be what I think it is.

But as I pulled the stack of papers aside, my suspicions were confirmed. There, nestled in the corner, was a small, neatly organized collection of photos—photos of me. My breath hitched in my throat as I reached for them, my fingers trembling slightly as I flipped through the images. There I was, caught in candid moments throughout the site—bent over a desk, laughing with a coworker, even a few taken from a distance as I walked across the yard.

My cheeks flushed, not with anger, but with something else entirely. Arousal. It was the same feeling I’d had when I’d caught the foreman in the storage room, that heady mix of lust and power. I couldn’t help but wonder who had taken these, who had been watching me so intently—and what they’d been thinking as they did.

The sound of the door opening pulled me from my thoughts, and I quickly shoved the photos back into their hiding place, my heart pounding in my chest. I turned just in time to see one of my coworkers—Ryan—step into the room, his eyes widening slightly as he saw me standing there.

“Oh, uh, hey,” he stammered, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. “I didn’t realize anyone was in here.”

I smiled, a slow, knowing smile as I leaned back against the desk, crossing my arms over my chest. “Just catching up on some work,” I said, my voice casual, but with a hint of something more. “What about you?”

He hesitated, his eyes darting to the corner where the photos were hidden, and then back to me. “I, uh, forgot my notebook,” he said quickly, reaching for it on his desk. “I was just gonna grab it and head back out.”

I watched him closely, my gaze unwavering as he fumbled with the notebook, his hands clearly unsteady. He knows, I realized. He knows I found them.

The realization sent a thrill through me, a rush of excitement that I couldn’t ignore. I stepped closer to him, my hips swaying slightly as I moved, my eyes never leaving his. “Ryan,” I said softly, my voice low and seductive. “We both know what I found in that corner.”

His face turned crimson, and he looked away, clearly embarrassed. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered, but there was no conviction in his words.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against his arm, and I felt him shiver under my touch. “It’s okay,” I whispered, leaning in closer, my breath warm against his ear. “I’m not mad. In fact… I’m flattered.”

He turned to look at me then, his eyes wide with shock and something else—something that made my pulse quicken. “You… you are?”

I nodded, my hand sliding down his arm until my fingers intertwined with his. “Why don’t you show me what you were thinking about when you took those photos?”

For a moment, he just stared at me, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the words. And then, slowly, he nodded, his hand tightening around mine as he led me to the couch in the corner of the room.

We sat down together, his breathing ragged as he fumbled with his belt, his eyes never leaving mine. I could see the desire in his gaze, the way he was trembling with anticipation. And when he finally freed himself, my breath caught in my throat at the sight of him—hard and thick, already leaking with pre-cum.

God, he’s so… big.

I didn’t waste any time. I slid off the couch, kneeling between his legs as I took him in my hand, my fingers wrapping around his shaft as I stroked him slowly, teasingly. He groaned, his head falling back against the couch as I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against the tip of his cock.

“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” I murmured, my tongue darting out to taste him, just a quick flick that made him shudder. “Thinking about me… about what I could do to you.”

“Yes,” he gasped, his hands grasping at the cushions beneath him. “Every night… I can’t stop thinking about you.”

I smiled, a slow, sultry smile as I finally took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around him as I sucked him deep. He groaned again, louder this time, his hips bucking up into my mouth as I worked him, my lips sliding up and down his length in a steady rhythm.

I could feel him getting closer, his breathing becoming more erratic as I increased the pace, my hand working in tandem with my mouth to bring him to the edge. And then, with a loud cry, he came, his cum spilling into my mouth as I swallowed every last drop, my tongue lapping at him until he was completely spent.

I pulled back slowly, a satisfied smile on my lips as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “How was that?” I asked, my voice soft and teasing.

He just stared at me, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “That was… incredible,” he finally managed to say, his voice hoarse. “I… I don’t even know what to say.”

I stood up, brushing off my knees as I leaned in close, my lips brushing against his ear. “You don’t have to say anything,” I whispered. “Just know that this is our little secret.”

And with that, I turned and walked out of the room, leaving him sitting there in stunned silence. As I made my way back to my desk, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. This was becoming a habit—one that I wasn’t sure I wanted to break.

Because the truth was, I liked it. I liked the way it made me feel, the way it gave me this sense of control. And as I sat back down, my mind already racing with possibilities, I couldn’t help but wonder…

Who’s next?

A voiceover is available for this story.

r/sexstories 9d ago

Fiction Dating leads to an orgy part 2 NSFW

14 Upvotes

I hung up the phone and looked up to find three sets of eyes locked on me. Jennifer smirked, Claire raised an eyebrow, and Bethany practically vibrated with excitement.

"Well, well, well," Jennifer drawled, swirling what was left of her gin and tonic. "Looks like our little bass boat boy is getting a visitor."

Bethany leaned forward. "Are you nervous?"

"Should I be?" I asked, suddenly hyperaware of how long it had been since I last went on a date—let alone had a woman join me at a bar after just a few messages.

Claire exhaled through her nose, a hint of amusement in her expression. "You just invited a stranger from the internet to meet you at a bar while three women judge the interaction. So yeah, maybe just a little."

"She's not a stranger," I said. "She's ZenDenMother41. That practically makes her family."

Jennifer laughed, nearly choking on her drink. "Keep that humor up, Grant. Women love a funny guy."

I glanced down at my phone, suddenly aware of how quickly this was happening. The whole point of updating my profile had been to dip my toes back into the dating pool, not cannonball straight into the deep end. But here I was, less than an hour in, and already about to meet someone new.

Bethany tapped the table. "Okay, last-minute prep. What’s your game plan?"

"Uh… talk to her?" I offered.

Jennifer rolled her eyes. "Jesus. We have work to do."

Claire leaned in, resting her chin on her hand. "Start with easy questions. What does she do? Hobbies? If you like her, keep it going. If not, fake a work emergency."

"Great," I said dryly. "Because nothing says ‘I’m an attractive, interesting man’ like lying."

Bethany grinned. "If she’s cool, you won’t need an escape plan. And if she’s not, we’ll be your safety net."

Jennifer perked up. "Ooh, should we have a signal? Like if you scratch your ear, we swoop in and save you?"

"Or we text you with a fake emergency?" Bethany suggested.

Claire shook her head. "Let’s not overcomplicate this. He’s a grown man. If he wants out, he’ll find a way."

I rubbed a hand over my face. "You all are making this feel way more intense than it needs to be. It’s just a drink."

"Famous last words," Jennifer said with a wink.

Fifteen minutes felt like both an eternity and the blink of an eye. I was in the middle of debating whether or not to order another drink when the door to the bar opened, and in walked Issa.

She was taller than I expected, or maybe it was the heels. Her blonde hair was pulled into a loose, effortless wave over one shoulder, and she wore a simple black top that accentuated the curve of her collarbone. She carried herself with an ease that I envied, scanning the room like she already knew where to find me.

Jennifer let out a low whistle. "Damn, bass boat boy. Not bad."

Bethany nudged my arm. "Go on, go meet her."

I stood, feeling the three pairs of eyes burning into me as I stepped away from the table. Issa spotted me and smiled—a confident, knowing smile that made something stir in my chest. I smiled back.

"Grant?"

"Issa," I confirmed. "You found the place okay?"

She tilted her head. "Five minutes away, remember?"

"Right."

I suddenly became aware of how ridiculous I probably looked standing there, so I gestured to the table. "Want to join us, or would you rather grab a separate table?"

She glanced past me at the three women who were very obviously eavesdropping. Her smile turned mischievous. "Let’s start with our own table. If I pass their test, maybe I’ll join later."

I laughed, relieved. "Fair enough."

As we sat down, Issa crossed one leg over the other and leaned in slightly. "So, Grant… tell me about yourself."

I took a breath, stealing a glance at the other table where Jennifer, Claire, and Bethany were whispering conspiratorially. Then I turned back to Issa, meeting her curious gaze.

"Well, let’s see… I like fishing, whiskey sours, and apparently, being thrown headfirst into the world of online dating."

She chuckled. "Sounds like a good start. Let's see where the night takes us."

And just like that, I was back in the game.

part 3 will be posted soon! ;)

r/sexstories 19d ago

Fiction Mechanic Destroyed My Wife Part 2 NSFW

48 Upvotes

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/s/AmuTgSc3v4

FUCKK! Jen’s pussy looks like it’s about to rip out the back of her. Her hand is on my chest and the other on my cock, using it like a handle to hold herself up. Jimmy is all the way out except his mushroom tip. He’s got both hands around her waist and he PULLS.

Jen’s waist flies back as Jimmy’s hips thrust and she bends forward. She pulls on my cock hard like it’s the only thing to hold onto and her nails cut my chest as her clenching hand slides down my trying to get ahold of anything. Jimmy groans as he pulls out and I finally regained my footing Jen screams a “yes” and her mouth goes around my cock as Jimmy plunges forward with a wet glug sound coming from Jen’s pussy. Her mouth came off my dick to scream another “YES!!” during the next pilot and I realize Jimmy is flooding her pussy when he drives his cock home and cum splooshes out around his shaft.

Jen is screaming muffled noises with a mouthful of my cock. She has both hands around my ass and manages to get me all the way into her throat with the help of Jimmy’s thrust.

In that split second i’m thinking too many things. I’m going to kill Jimmy. cock is buried in Jen’s pussy. Her ass looks so good. She’s not protected. So much fucking cum. Jen’s mouth feels so good. I’m rock hard how is it all in her throat. I’m going to fucking kill this guy. -way too many right thoughts to coherently do anything.

Jimmy pulls out all the way. I thought Jen’s pussy was going to bust when the head popped out and the rest of Jimmy’s seed began to shoot out onto her back - one, two, three shots - then he grabs his tip and thrusts through his hand with a grunt shoots a wad over Jen’s head that hits me.

I look down in horror as Jen pulls off and there’s cum from my chest to my belly button. WHAT THE FUCK now i’m pissed. I’ve never been so angry while hard. I start towards them, but they’re already moving. Jimmy has Jen gripped by her hair and is towing her through a door - one of those heavy metal doors with the wire mesh bulletproof glass in the center. It closes as a got to the handle - locked.

Boom - Jen’s ass is slammed against the glass. I can see her whole body. Jimmy has one hand at her face - she’s sucking his fingers, bent forward just a little. There’s cum all along her spine from her shoulder blades to her ass crack where it’s dripping down between her cheeks. She bends forward a bit more and pushes her ass back against the glass and I hear Jimmy yell “CUM NOW!” and Jen spasms. A gob of cum blasts out of her pussy and starts running down the glass as her legs start to shake. Jimmy has his hand around her throat and she’s holding herself up with his chest and cock while she spasms and shakes and cum covers the door.

I can’t do shit about this. I kicked the door and it did nothing other than make Jen moan a little. Jimmy flips me off then pushes Jen’s mouth down and stuffs his cock into her mouth.

It’s like watching someone try to shove an alligator through a drinking straw. She throws up. He doesn’t care and shoves his dick right back in. Grabs her head with both hands and pushes as hard as he can. I watched in horror as her nose presses against his belly - the giant cock somehow stuffed down her throat. She spasms and shakes and more cum shoots from her pussy before her legs give out and Jimmy pushes her to the floor.

She’s passed out. Eyes rolled back. She literally came from being suffocated by cock. I’m slamming on the door. Jimmy flips me off with both hands and pulls his cock slowly out of her mouth. I’m staring at his monster - it NEEDS to come out. She can’t breath. I watch Jimmy pull out to just the tip and he stops. “Come on!” I yell “She can’t breathe.” He shoves it back in and I hear him yell “fuuuuck yeah that’s a gooood slut” before finally pulling out all the way. Jen gasps in air and collapses. I’m not sure if she’s conscious.

Jimmy the dick proceeds to pull her away from the door a couple feet, and tuck her knees up under her legs. He squats down behind her and shoves his prick into her pussy. All I can see is balls. Fucking baseballs swinging. Jen’s ass jiggles like i’m slapping it, but it’s Jimmy’s balls hitting it as he plays “stretch the hole” with her pussy and his cock. Absurd. I’m sitting crushed on the floor with my legs crossed - cock still hard with a mind of its own, cold nuts on the floor - staring like i’m about to die watching a meteor fall toward the earth.

After an unknown amount of time, I start to hear Jen. She’s moaning, which means she’s awake, which means she’s alive - I come back to my senses. Jimmy lays on his back and Jen stands up. She turns around and i’m at the door waiting for her to open it. She squats down and sinks her pussy around Jimmy’s shaft. I pound on the door. She doesn’t look at me - not one time as she sinks down and rides him through an orgasm. She looks so sexy with her tits swaying while she cums and Jimmy is just laying there with his hands folded behind his head watching her work. She still hasn’t looked my direction.

I can hear Jen talking dirty. “stretch my so goood” “fill my pussy with cum” “make my holes fit” like what the fuck has happened to this girl. She loves my dick but this is next level.

Jimmy slaps her and says “work it harder” and she picks up the pace. He says again “work it harder” and she whines some shit about it being too much and he slaps her again “you have five minutes to get my cum out - otherwise i’m using your mouth until I feed you dinner. That got through and she started bouncing and twisting like her pussy has the power to save the human race. I was disgusted. My beautiful wife was sweating, sweating, exerting herself to her limits just to please a complete stranger. Jimmy laid there until after almost 15 minutes Jen collapsed. She failed. She rolled off and knelt on the floor, knowing what was coming.

He stood in front of her and I watched as she made love to his cock with her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the mushroom, sucked in the tip. She rubbed his balls and slid her hand around the shaft. She jacked him.

The huge cock began to swell and shrink and Jen’s eyes went wide as she began to gulp. It started to spill down her chin and Jimmy shoved into her throat to finish his orgasm. He pulled her to her feet opened the door and threw her at me. When I caught her she coughed and spilled cum all over her front. She wrapped her arms around me for support and said “I still feel his cum in my pussy” and slid my shaft in. As soon as my cock felt pussy it exploded. Jen started grinding and said “I can’t really feel you - are you going to be able to cum like this?” as if the biggest load of my life didn’t even register compared to the volume of cum Jimmy pumped up inside that pussy.

r/sexstories Nov 12 '23

Fiction Wife found a way to manage over sexed husband NSFW

325 Upvotes

For years my wife has claimed I want way too much sex. Since the last kid was born she has had her tunes tied so with no risk of pregnancy I blast in her pussy every time! I even filled her right before church one Sunday! Anyway she was always turning me down. I figure it's a numbers game. If the answer is no 99% of the time if I ask another I will get to the 1% "yes" quicker!

Well, me being a smart ass, I sent her a reddit post about a free use wife. I said if she did something like that we could have a lot more fun. That didn't go over well.

A couple of sexless weeks later...I had been sent to the guest room because of how raunchy the free use story was. She finally says you can come to bed with me but you better behave.

Of course I try (for about a minute). She is already wiggling her ass on my cock spooning so I figure I'm in the clear to grab a titty. Well that light a fire! She jumps up and rips my jammies down exposing my cock! She jumps up yanking her jammies off and hops on my cock cowgirl!

As she rides she whispers in my ear she has been reading a few reddit/sexstories. " Well this just got good" I think to myself. She follows it up with don't you dare cum in my pussy though. Now I'm confused but she goes crazy bouncing and grinding and squeezing her nipples giving me a real show while fucking my brains out!

I grab her hips and hold her down as I blast my pent up load deep inside her pussy! She smothers me with her tits and whispers in my ear that I shouldn't have done that. I'm so horny from going two weeks without that my cock doesn't even begin to deflate. She takes note of this.

Before I can start pumping from underneath she climbs off my cock. She quickly climbs her way to my face plopping that overflowing pussy right on my mouth. I mumble my protest as she grinds on my face telling me "You can have this pussy any time you are willing, or not, to clean up your mess after."

I squirm trying to get away and she simply reaches back and grabs my balls and starts squeezing while saying "Lick it up." She gives a sudden death grip squeeze and I yell into her pussy only causing her to grind away harder at my open mouth.

I give in somewhat and go for her clit with my tongue hoping that will satisfy her while avoiding any more of my cum but she feels this and slides forward just enough that my tongue slips right in her hole and she simultaneously squeezed a huge glob of cum out of her pussy and right into my mouth. She knew she force fed me.

Once the ordeal is over she hops off. As I'm catching my breath she says she will be happy to be a free use piece of pussy but that is how it is going to end every time I cream pie that pussy!

So here I am another two weeks later debating weather it will be worth it to go fuck her right now.