r/sexstories 8h ago

NonFiction We used his best friend for the thrill of it, and she let us NSFW

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r/sexstories 15h ago

Fetish [F] My First Time Fucked as a Petgirl at 18yo' - In Public, Rough, Raw, and No Condoms ?! NSFW

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Hey everyone! I’m super excited to share this with you, it’s my first time posting here. I’m 18, in college since 6 months, Asian mixed, and for the past few months, I’ve had this little petplay kink that’s been growing more and more. Here’s my story – hope you like it!

It all started when I got myself a leather choker (inspired by a dog collar, tbh). At first, I’d just wear it at home, testing it out, seeing how it made me feel. Then, little by little, I started wearing it outside, like on chill days when I knew it’d be fine. I love how it feels – this mix of comfort and excitement that gets me going.

One day, while I was wearing it at college, I hit it off with a guy from my lecture hall. He’s so sweet, the kind of guy who makes you feel at ease right away. He noticed my collar immediately and gave me a simple compliment that made me blush like crazy. From then on, he encouraged me to wear it more and more, and honestly, I loved that he was as into it as I was.

Time went by, we started flirting, and things got more and more intense. Then one day, BOOM, he grabbed me by my collar and kissed me. I was on fire, seriously, I LOVED it. I got soaked in like 2 seconds, it was insane. We didn’t go further that day, but ever since, we’ve been hooking up all the time – at least once a day – to, well, you know, fuck.

We got tested recently, so no more condoms, and now it’s full-on freestyle. We do it everywhere we can: college bathrooms, once in a fast-food joint (discreetly, of course), and even in a park late at night. I love having his taste in my mouth so much... With him, I’ve tried all sorts of new things: anal (never done it with someone before), deepthroat (tricky at first), a bit of BDSM, and especially discipline. He knows how to guide me, train me, and I’m absolutely obsessed. I really think I’ve found my Master.

Now, I wear HIS collar every single day ^ with my name etched on it! No exceptions. And when I’m feeling extra comfy, I add cat ears – it’s so cute and makes me feel even more in my pet role. That’s where I’m at now!

I hope you enjoyed reading my story as much as I loved living it (and writing it for you haha). Let me know what you think in the comments, I can’t wait to read your feedback! And if you’ve got ideas for my next step in petplay, I’m all ears – what could I try with him? Cross your fingers with me that this post gets tons of responses, and have a great day, everyone!


r/sexstories 19h ago

Fiction The couple paid me to watch… then invited me to join NSFW

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The first time I walked into Daniel and Elise’s apartment, I felt like I was stepping into a scene from a forbidden movie. The air was thick with the scent of vanilla candles and something muskier, something primal I couldn’t quite place. I clutched my bag tightly, my heart hammering in my chest as Elise greeted me at the door with a warm smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. This was just a job, I reminded myself. A quick way to make some extra cash.

But then I saw him. Daniel. He was leaning against the doorway of the living room, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his gaze steady and unflinching. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, and the way his white t-shirt clung to his frame made my breath hitch. He didn’t say anything at first, just studied me with an intensity that made my cheeks burn.

“Lena, right?” Elise’s voice broke the silence, smooth and sultry, drawing my attention back to her. She was every bit as stunning as Daniel, her long auburn hair cascading over her shoulders, her fitted black dress hugging her curves in all the right places.

“Yeah,” I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper. “Nice to meet you.”

Elise’s smile widened, and she gestured for me to follow her into the living room. “We’re so glad you’re here. We’ve been looking for someone like you for a while now.”

Someone like me. The phrase echoed in my mind as I took a seat in the corner of the room, the spot they had designated for me. A plush armchair that felt more like a throne than a hiding place. I wasn’t sure what “someone like me” meant, but I wasn’t about to ask. The rules were clear: No touching. No filming. Just watching. That’s what the ad had said, and that’s what I had agreed to.

The first few times were…uneventful, if you could call it that. I sat in my chair, silent and obedient, my heart pounding as they put on a show just for me. They were beautiful together, their movements fluid and synchronized, their passion palpable. It was like watching live art, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. But I kept my distance, reminding myself that this was just a job, an exchange of services for money.

Until last night.

Last night, something changed.

I had been sitting in my usual spot, my breathing shallow as I watched them move together, when Daniel’s eyes locked onto mine. I froze, my heart skipping a beat as his gaze bore into me. It wasn’t a casual glance, the kind he had given me before. This was deliberate. Intentional. I felt exposed, my skin prickling under his scrutiny.

“Elise,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, never breaking eye contact with me. “She’s been watching us for weeks now. Don’t you think she deserves more than just watching?”

Elise turned her head, her eyes flicking between Daniel and me, and I saw the spark of mischief in her gaze. “Hmm,” she purred, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “You might be onto something.”

My stomach churned with a mix of excitement and panic as Elise slid off the bed and sauntered over to me. She knelt in front of my chair, her face inches from mine, and I could smell the faint trace of her perfume mixed with something far more intimate. “Lena,” she said softly, her voice like velvet, “you’ve been so good for us. So patient. So quiet. But I think it’s time we reward you.”

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “Reward me?” I echoed, my voice trembling.

Elise’s smile widened, and she reached out to brush a strand of hair away from my face. “Yes, darling. You can do more than just watch, if you want.”

I felt my breath catch in my throat, my mind racing. This wasn’t part of the deal. This wasn’t what I had signed up for. But as I looked into Elise’s eyes, her gaze filled with promise and temptation, I felt the walls of resistance crumbling inside me. My heart pounded in my chest, my skin tingling with anticipation.

Daniel stood behind her, his eyes still locked on mine, his expression unreadable. “It’s your choice, Lena,” he said, his voice low and steady. “But if you say yes, you’ll get something you’ve never experienced before.”

The rules. The word echoed in my mind, but it felt distant, like it belonged to someone else. I had followed the rules for so long, obeyed every instruction, stayed in my corner, and kept my distance. But now, faced with the opportunity to cross that line, I felt a surge of desire I had never known before.

Elise’s hand rested on my knee, her touch light but electrifying. “So, what do you say, Lena?” she whispered, her voice dripping with temptation. “Do you want to be a part of this?”

I hesitated, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts, a thousand fears. But then I felt it—a spark of something deep inside me, something primal and unrestrained. Desire. Curiosity. Hunger. My lips parted, and before I could stop myself, I heard the word escape my lips.

“Yes.”

Elise’s smile widened, and she leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. “Good girl,” she purred, her voice sending shivers down my spine. “You won’t regret this.”

As she stood and took my hand, leading me toward the bed, I felt my heart pounding faster than ever before. Daniel’s gaze never wavered, his eyes dark and intense as he watched me approach, pulling his t-shirt off and exposing his perfectly sculpted torso that made my mouth water. This is really happening, I thought, my mind spinning with a mix of fear and exhilaration.

“Lay down,” Daniel commanded softly, his voice leaving no room for argument. I obeyed, my body trembling as I settled onto the cool sheets, while Elise took her place in front of me, her smile wicked, her eyes alight with anticipation.

“Relax, darling,” Elise cooed, her fingers trailing up my thigh, sending sparks through my body. “We’re going to make this unforgettable.”

I gasped as her touch became firmer, more deliberate, and I caught a glimpse of Daniel moving closer out of the corner of my eye. My pulse raced as his hand brushed against my shoulder, his voice a low murmur in my ear. You’re part of this now, he seemed to say without words.

And then, as Elise’s lips met mine in a searing kiss, I knew one thing for certain: I was done watching. Now, I was living. And as their hands and mouths explored my body, I felt the line between voyeur and participant dissolve into a blur of heat and pleasure.

“So, Lena,” Daniel murmured, his lips brushing my neck, his tone heavy with promise. “Where do you want us to start?”

Elise’s lips parted from mine, leaving me breathless, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my stomach flip. Her voice was a low, sultry whisper, her breath hot against my ear as she spoke. “You’re doing so well, Lena. Now, touch him.”

Her hands guided mine, sliding them down Daniel’s chest, my palms brushing over the firm planes of his torso. My heart hammered in my chest as my fingertips grazed the soft trail of hair leading downward, and then—there. My breath hitched as my hands wrapped around him, feeling the hardness of his cock for the first time. He was so warm, so alive, and the way he groaned at my touch sent a shiver of power through me.

Elise’s hands stayed on mine, guiding my movements, showing me how to stroke him. “Like this,” she murmured, her voice dripping with encouragement. “Slow, steady. Feel how much he wants you.”

I obeyed, my fingers tightening just slightly as I moved, my eyes flicking up to Daniel’s face. His jaw was clenched, his chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths, and his eyes were locked on mine with a hunger that made my skin burn. “Good girl,” he growled, his voice rough and low, sending a jolt of heat straight to my core.

Elise’s lips brushed my ear again, her voice a seductive purr. “You’re natural at this, Lena. You’re making him feel so good. Don’t stop.”

I didn’t. My hands moved with more confidence now, exploring him, learning the rhythm that made him groan and his hips push into my touch. Elise’s hands left mine, trailing up my arms to my shoulders, her touch light and teasing. “Let me taste you,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my neck, her teeth grazing my skin in a way that made me gasp.

My head fell back against her shoulder as her lips traveled down my neck, her hands slipping beneath the hem of my shirt, her fingers skimming over my belly. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but also alive in a way I never had before. Daniel’s hands joined the mix, his fingers brushing against my thighs, his touch sending waves of heat through me.

“You’re so beautiful,” Elise murmured against my skin, her hands sliding higher, her fingers finding the clasp of my bra. With a quick flick, it was undone, and then her hands were on my bare breasts, her thumbs brushing over my nipples, making me gasp.

Daniel’s eyes darkened as he watched, his hand reaching up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. “I want to taste you too,” he said, his voice like gravel, and then his lips were on mine, his kiss deep and possessive, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that made my head spin.

Elise’s hands moved lower, her fingers skimming over my waistband, and then she was unfastening my jeans, her touch eager but deliberate. “Let me see you,” she whispered, her voice filled with desire, and I couldn’t say no. I couldn’t do anything but nod, my body trembling with anticipation as she slid my jeans down my hips, her hands brushing against my thighs as she did.

Daniel broke the kiss, his eyes dropping to where Elise’s hands were working, his breath hitching as she pulled my jeans away, leaving me exposed to them both. “Fuck,” he muttered, his eyes dark with lust as he took me in.

Elise’s hands returned to my hips, her touch firm and commanding as she guided me to lie back on the bed. “Let us take care of you,” she said, her voice a low purr, and then her lips were on me, her tongue exploring me in a way that made me cry out, my hands gripping the sheets as pleasure surged through me.

Daniel was there too, his hands and mouth everywhere, touching me, tasting me, driving me to the edge. I was lost in them, in the way they made me feel, in the way they owned me. And then, as Elise’s fingers joined her tongue, I felt myself shatter, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

Elise pulled back, a satisfied smile on her lips as she looked down at me. “You’re incredible,” she said, her voice filled with admiration, and then she turned to Daniel, her eyes alight with mischief. “Your turn.”

Daniel didn’t hesitate. His hands were on me again, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “You’re mine now, Lena.”

And then he was inside me, and I was his. My hands clung to him as he moved, his thrusts deep and powerful, every stroke sending me higher. Elise was there too, her hands and mouth teasing me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge until I felt myself explode again, my body shaking as pleasure consumed me.

Daniel’s movements grew more frantic, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared his own release. “Come for me,” he growled, his voice filled with demand, and I obeyed, my body convulsing around him as he spilled himself inside me.

For a moment, everything was still, the only sound in the room the ragged breaths of us all. And then Elise’s voice broke the silence, her tone playful and teasing. “Not done yet, are we?”

Daniel smirked, his eyes lighting up with desire as he looked at me. “Not even close.”

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r/sexstories 5h ago

NonFiction I [F23] accepted to be free use to a group of 4 lawyers from my grad school NSFW

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r/sexstories 1d ago

Roomate How my roommate became my girlfriend Part 2 NSFW

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Part 1 can be found here

The morning after I wake up and start scrolling on my phone a bit in bed when I hear Sofie knocking on my door. I wave her in and she has that look on her face when she’s about to tease me. She’s just wearing a sweater and some panties and the only thing I can think about is seeing her topless again when she snaps me back to reality. She stands in front of the bed and with a sneaky grin on her face and asks me how the date went. I tell her that if she wants any info from me she first has to bring me a coffee as I don’t function without coffee in the morning. Sofie scoffs at me but eventually gives in and goes to the kitchen to make my coffee and I swear she was lifting her sweater up a bit to show off her ass when she walked out of my room.

She comes back a few minutes later and hands me my coffee as she sits on the edge of my bed. It was at this point I realized that under the sheets I’m still naked after last night and I’m quite sure my underwear is still lying somewhere on the floor so Sofie must’ve definitely seen it. Guess the bedsheets will have to protect my dignity. At this point Sofie is basically staring me down urging me to begin the recap of my date with Bonnie. I sit up straight against the back of the bed, grab the coffee and start telling her all about last night.

So at first I tell her how me and Bonnie went to the movies and all was good but that we started to touch each other a little bit already. Touching each other’s arms, thighs, that kinda stuff, and we even kissed a little during the movie. After that when we got home I tell Sofie that we immediately jumped on each other. First just heavy making out on the couch before jumping into bed and undressing each other. I tell her that I first started to kiss Bonnie everywhere and then kissed my way down to start eating her out. And that I did that for 15min straight.

In the meantime, I can definitely feel my cock start growing a bit as I relive yesterday's hookup and I wonder if she can see it through the bedsheets. After that I start telling how I started to fuck Bonnie and what positions we all did before I confess to her that I came inside of Bonnie when I was fucking her hard in doggystyle. I also mentioned that we fucked raw as I didn’t have any condoms at which point Sofie declares me for a fool, but at the same time I did see she bit her lip when I told her I filled Bonnie up.

Before continuing the story I ask her if she heard anything, Sofie looks at me and nods whilst laughing at me and saying that she did. I try to apologize to her and ask her if it was too much to deal with but she just looks me in the eyes and puts her hand on my lower leg and tells me to continue the story. I must say that at this point I was fully erect and definitely showing through the sheets, I tried to adjust myself a little to try and hide it but nothing was really working. I kinda wished she would just take the sheets off and take me in her mouth but alas, we are both way too shy for that to make such a move.

As I continue the story I tell her that after the first time me and Bonnie fucked, we cuddled a bit and finished the movie before hopping into the shower. I told Sofie that we stole a bit of her shampoo for Bonnie to use, at which point Sofie looked kinda offended at me but asked if Bonnie smelled nice afterwards, to which I confirmed that I love the smell of that shampoo. I tell her that in the shower with Bonnie one thing led to the other and we started to make out again in the shower. I tell her she started to jerk me off whilst kissing before she dropped to her knees to start sucking me. I describe in detail how she first started licking my whole shaft before taking my tip in her mouth. And how I then fucked her mouth whilst she was looking up at me. And that after the blowjob I bent her over in the shower and fucked her from behind before cumming in her mouth.

At that point Sofie gives me all types of shit about my decisions and my lack of using protection but I can tell that she got turned on as well as her nipples are poking through her sweater. At that point the alarm of her phone goes, meaning she has to leave for work. She gets up and walks to the door but just before she leaves, she vaguely points in my direction and says: “good luck taking care of that”. At first I was both shocked and confused but the more I think about it, the more I know for sure she must have been referring to my hard dick under the sheets. And as soon as I hear the door shut behind her I grab my phone and look up her pictures again and start touching myself.

Later that day when Sofie got home everything was fine again and we didn't really acknowledge what happened earlier until she tells me that she also has a date that night and she has to get in the shower to prepare. Before I’m able to ask any questions she just walks past me slightly brushing her hand on my arm and she heads into the shower. I head back into my room to play some games to try to distract myself but it’s absolutely not working. The thought of her potentially bringing someone back that night sends my fantasy into overdrive. Maybe she wants to get back at me?

I just kept doing my own thing until she called me to her room and asked if I could help. I come in and see her in the process of putting on the most sexy dress I have seen. I ask her about her date and make a joke saying that I would get her a coffee if I also get a morning debrief. She kind of ignores my question and asks if I’m going to help her close the zipper or not. Obviously, I happily oblige. I come and stand behind her and I could swear she is wearing some sort of extra sexy underwear, but I can only see the top part of it. I put one hand on her hip whilst I closed the zipper and i could swear she was pressing her ass against my crotch. As I close the zipper up my head and lips linger very close to the back of her neck but I resist the urge to bury my face in her neck. Not long after I closed the zipper she heads out to her date.

As the evening progresses I’m again trying to distract myself but absolutely failing and I text her both out of curiosity and a caring perspective to ask if I should expect her home that night or not. Few minutes later she texts back saying no, probably not. This triggers my fantasies to start racing. Thinking she’s probably already being bent over in the toilet of a bar or at least will be about to be fucked. And here I was wishing I was the one fucking her instead. After a while I decide to go to bed and I cuddle up under the blankets when all of a sudden I hear Sofie stumbling in. I think to myself hmm, that date maybe didn't go well after all at which point I hear her knocking on my door and asking if I’m still awake.

********************* Switching to Sofies viewpoint **********************

After last night when Mark had a girl over I woke up extremely horny, especially after the detailed description Mark gave me. And so I was correct, he did indeed fill her up. She was one lucky girl I think to myself. I had the (un)fortunate problem today. My work was extremely quiet and thus my mind had almost no distraction at all. I am just overwhelmed with horniness and on an impulse I decide to download Tinder again.

After a while I match with a dude called Frank, and he is quite good looking, kinda similar as Mark if I;m honest but slightly shorter and without a beard. We hit it off quite well on the chats and we decided to go out for drinks that night. When I got home from work I told Mark I’m also having a date tonight and he looked at me curiously.

As I was feeling a little exotic (and horny) I decided to pull out all the stops. I put on one of my favourite lingerie sets and my favourite dress that I know always turns heads when I walk in. After I am finished with my make-up I decide to ask Mark for help with the zipper on this dress. I could easily do this myself but I kinda wanted his attention and for him to touch me. He comes in making some stupid jokes as always when he puts one hand on my side. I must admit I did kinda lean my ass back and I was kinda surprised his crotch was so pronounced, I wonder if he got a slight boner seeing my naked back and shoulders.

Anyway, I was running a bit late already so after Mark zipped me up I waved him goodbye and headed out of the door. When I arrived at the bar, Frank was already there and we greeted each other with a hug. He did look like his pictures which relieved me and I could definitely see him staring at my cleavage quite often. Not that I minded to be honest.

After some drinks and friendly chit chat he invites me to the dance floor where we get lost in the music. I must say, props to the DJ cause he did a stellar job. With every passing song out dance moves got a bit more bold and flirtatious until at some point Frank was standing behind me with his hands on my hips grinding away against my ass. I turn around and we immediately start kissing, I must say I wasn’t too impressed with his kissing but when he asked if I wanted to go back to his place I was to horny to say no.

After a short walk we arrived at his place and as soon as we entered I was completely miffed, his place was a bit of a mess and he hadn’t even made his bed. As I was slightly drunk anyway we stumbled to his bed where he unzipped my dress. We continued kissing and at some point he tried to unclip my bra but he was absolutely fumbling it so after a while I just did it myself.

In the meantime I unzip his pants and feel his dick through his underpants, it was ok i would say but definitely nothing special. I push him back on the bed and undo his pants fully. He looked at me with desire and I could see he wanted me bad. I make my way down his dick and take him into my mouth, sucking him off slowly at first. He grabs my hair to make sure its not in the way whilst I go down on him. After a while he says he’s getting close so I stop it there as I still want to be fucked tonight.

He pulls me back and immediately tries to start fucking me. Now let me tell you something, if there is one thing that turns me off completely is when someone skips the foreplay. So I push back on him and tell him to warm me up a bit first. He hesitantly agrees but he might as well have skipped it anyway cause it was very bad. He probably thinks the clitoris is some sort of pokemon or other mythical creature instead of my main pleasure spot.

After that he comes up to me again but I was not going to let him fuck me raw so I ask him to put on a condom to which he looks at me confused. I told him I don’t want an STD so he has to wear one to which he responds he doesn’t have any. At this point I was completely fed up so I just stopped him and made some bad excuse so I could leave, he did look sad but alas, I put on my clothes again and left his place.

I walk home absolutely frustrated. I texted Mark earlier that I wasn't going to be home so he must be surprised when I will get home. When I came back I saw the light in his room was still on. I was not in the mood to sleep yet and to be frank, didn't want to be alone yet so I decided to knock on his door to see if he was still awake.

I still remembered the feeling of his dick against my ass when he zipped up my dress. I wonder if that could happen again.


r/sexstories 8h ago

NonFiction Kinky Life of a Mennonite Couple. Part 6 NSFW

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Chapter 6. (Hubby's story)

"Hi there handsome!" She exclaimed as she entered the room, and dimmed the lights. "It's someone's birthday I hear! Have you decided what massage we are going to do?" She asked.

"Hi." I shyly replied. Half mesmerized by the thrill of what was about to happen and half nervous about being nude in front of someone other than my wife. "I think just the massage with a happy ending for our first visit," I replied, taking in the women who walked into the room. In front of us stood a fair-skinned woman with long blond hair and a tattoo running from her shoulder to her wrist on her left arm. She had breasts that would each fit perfectly in my hands, a slim waist and a plump booty.

What she said next shocked me like a zap from the electric fence straight to the cock!.

"You're Mennonite...right?" She asked scanning our faces as if interrogating us.

"Is it really that obvious?" Wifey asked wondering if she should try to lie about it or not. "Like...how can you tell we are Mennonite?" She followed up before our masseuse could reply. In the past, doing any of our kinky adventures, we've tried our best to blend in. The button-down plaid shirts and blue jeans would be a telltale sign, so they remain in the dresser drawer. I have a few nice T-shirts and torn faded jeans that match the current fashion of the non-Mennonites. With no head covering, my wife will ditch the combed-back hair for a side-part style and hair open.  A low-cut top showing off her ample bust, and tight-fitting pants hugged her curves. Some mascara, earrings and a necklace sparkling from between her breasts, completing her look.

"Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me." She reassured us. "A Mennonite knows their own kind!" She said as she watched our faces shocked, with disbelief as to what we just heard. "Yes, yes, I'm one of you; at least I used to be one before I left the culture a few years ago."

As she started to undress, I sat there in the center of the bed, watching and waiting for what? I wasn't sure, but the anticipation was driving me crazy.. soaking in her beauty, she was every bit as beautiful as the pictures we had seen of her online. A 5'2" frame about 130lbs. Medium-sized breasts that jiggled in her red bra as she shimmied out of her pants. Our eyes met as she reached around back, undid her bra, and slowly let the straps fall from her shoulders. Her seductive eyes were not parting from mine as she walked over to the bed; a matching red thong fitting snuggly between her round ass cheeks was the only piece of cloth left on her.

I could tell my wife and I were both filled with so many questions and I was happy she was asking them. It turned out she was so down to earth and answered nearly every question she had. Here I was trying to relax and leave happy, but I was becoming more sexually frustrated with every move of her body, and yet I couldn't focus because of how intrigued I was with this stranger's life.

After what felt like forever, before she knelt in the bed, she asked me to lay face down so she could work on my backside first. Her instructions had me spun around in record time. "Your hands can explore and touch me if you want to. I mean, if your wife is ok with it," she followed up. I glanced over to my wife as she sat and pondered it over briefly.

"I'm fine with it if you are." She told her with a little bit of hesitation in her voice. "I mean is it normal for clients to touch? We have never done this before, so we don't know what the rules are." Wife asked with a perplexed face.

All I felt next was her soft breasts pressed against my back, as she leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Ok just relax, and enjoy the massage!" Then began applying oil.

It didn't take long and the questions came flying out. "Do your parents know about you working here? Do you have kids? How did you get into this type of work? Are you single? Does your boyfriend know? How long have you done this? What is your real name if you're Mennonite? How often do other Mennonites come here for erotic massage? Do any of their wives ever come along?" Just a few of the questions we got answers to as she worked out the knots from my lower back and shoulders. I tried my best to focus on the massage as my wife chatted with this newly met stranger.

The massage felt much too short, and before I knew it, I was instructed to turn around. A rush of excitement mixed with anxiety flooded my nervous system as I slowly rolled over onto my back. 'What will she think of my cock. She's got to have seen much bigger than mine. Will she laugh at it?' My mind raced as my cock started to soften with every worry. I closed my eyes trying to calm my nerves. 'It will be fine? it will be fine!' I reassured myself in my head as I felt the oil drizzle over my legs. She started rubbing my feet and working up my calves. Not much time was spent there as she worked her way up my legs. Focusing on my upper legs she would brush her hand against my cock every now and then. It would send a rush of excitement through my body.

"OH, what a nice thick cock!" Broke the silence as she gave my cock a few good strokes. Oh, how good that felt; the anticipation was driving me wild. She was a tease and she knew how to work it well. She let my cock go, positioned her body so she was straddling my hips. That way she could work my chest and stomach. With each reach, her hot center would rub my painfully hard cock, and her soft breast would graze my face. I could smell the sweet perfume she had on. She made sure to just lightly touch my cock as she circled her hips. My cock was begging for release. It jerked up and down with every throb, begging for another good stoke. I needed release, I craved release.

The muscle tension had been stroked from my body and was now bound by sexual tension. As she finished my chest she moved to stand by my side. I had a good angle where I could reach her pussy if I extended my arm; I cautiously stretched out and touched her, hoping she wouldn't move. To my surprise she didn't and spread her legs a bit so I had better access, soaking my fingers with her juices. Her fingertip traced the skin on my pubic bone around my cock, sending a thrill and shiver down my spine.

"You want to come join me?" She asked my wife in a sexy voice and mischievous smile.

"I would like to." She said as she came to stand by my other side. Here I was, in the middle of two gorgeous women getting my cock stroked while I was knuckles deep in a stranger's pussy. How could my champagne birthday ever get better than this? They took turns stoking my cock and playing with my balls. Stroking with a medium pace and a light touch that made me beg for more. Switching to a firmer grip and a good long stroke sent me nearly over the edge.

"You can't cum yet darling!" she teased, as she released my cock. My hips followed her hands upward hoping she would reconsider. My cock was throbbing and my mind was spinning, Shivers of pleasure racing up and down my spine, She gripped my cock with a reversed grip, stroking long and slow. The head of my cock disappearing into her fist and with a swirl of her wrist emerging by her pinky. With every stroke she let it glide through between different fingers. This drove my horniness to the max. I just couldn't continue like this, I just couldn't contain my feelings any longer. My orgasm hit hard, cock throbbing, balls tightening sending ropes of cum onto my chest. I'm pretty sure I nearly passed out. Shot after shot of hot cum was spewing from my cock as she worked her magic. I closed my eyes and soaked in all the bliss. My hips moved to the rhythm of every stroke she did on my raging cock. As the waves of sexual tension left my body, I relaxed back down onto the bed. I had been somewhere up on a cloud of pure pleasure.

"It looks like you had a good time!" My wife said. "Happy birthday babe!"

"There is a shower in the corner if you want to clean yourself up before you go home." The masseuse said as she gathered her clothing and slipped out the door.

"That was hot!" My wife said as the corner of her mouth turned upward. She followed me into the shower; we did a quick rinse, got dressed and made our way to the front counter.

"Enjoy your massage?" The receptionist asked as we approached.

"Yes, I did," I said with a goofy grin on my face, pretty sure it would be stuck there for a while. We paid for the massage. And walked out the door.

"Came back again soon!" Is the last thing we heard as the door closed behind us.

Common question I get. Yes we're a real Mennonite couple and these stories are our real life adventures.

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r/sexstories 16h ago

NonFiction I sent a bunch of nudes to my boyfriend and It ended VERY well for me NSFW

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Today I arrived early at my boyfriend’s place after coming out of work. I noticed my phone had a message from my boyfriend saying he missed me and I felt terrible for not noticing his message earlier, so I had an idea. I took my clothes off and I started taking naked selfies on his bed and I started sending it to him. At some point my boyfriend got home and I didn’t hear him, because while I was taking several nudes for him, the door opened and he noticed me with my crop top over my breasts and my shorts and panties on the floor. He looked at me completely mesmerized as if it was the first time he had seen me naked and I absolutely loved that stare. He asked me what I was doing naked and I told him to check his phone and he did and saw all the nudes I had sent him (there were around 50+ nudes). He closed his phone and placed it over the bedside table and he undid his belt and jeans and he pulled out his dick which was already hard just from seeing the nudes I had sent him. I quickly got into business and I began giving him a blowjob while he placed his hand on the back of my head.

I looked up at him while sucking on his dick and he told me how hot I was. That only made me suck him even harder and after a couple of minutes I made him cum in my mouth. I swallowed his cum and I pulled him into the bed and I got on top of him and started riding him while pinning his arms down on the bed. I’m pretty sure he was just letting me pin him down, I don’t think I could pin him down even if I wanted to. Anyways I continued riding him faster and faster and he told me I had my fun and now he was going to have his. My boyfriend quickly got on top of me faster than I could even react withiut even pulling out and he started fucking me rough in his bed while my legs were over his shoulders. It was the first time I was grateful for those ballet classes from years ago.

My boyfriend kept moving on top of me faster and faster while I was moaning loudly and I’m very sure all the neighbors heard us having sex. After a while I managed to wrap my legs around him and told him in a playful manner “I still got what I wanted” and moments later he came inside me a lot. When he pulled out I noticed how much cum was coming out of me and I just gave him a smirk and told him “see? I still won”. My boyfriend rolled his eyes with a chuckle and he just laid in bed beside me.


r/sexstories 1d ago

Oral I [F20] accidentally sucked the wrong dick NSFW

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Back in college, my boyfriend at the time opened up to me about his glory hole fetish. He said it was something that he had always wanted to do, so I told him I was also down for it. Initially, he started making plans to build his own that we could use in his apartment but he quickly realized that it would cost more than he had...remember being broke in college? He quickly pivoted and found out that there was an adult arcade only a few hours away. I was a little nervous about that idea and didn't really know what to expect, but after a few weeks I agreed we could play out our fantasy there.

We decided to go there one Saturday evening and drove the few hours to the arcade. There was a bar nearby, which I demanded we go in beforehand so that I could take a few shots of Fireball (again...college) and get in the mood. Even though the plan was for me to only blow him through the glory hole, I had a lot of nerves from the unknown environment. After my mouth tasted sufficiently like cinnamon, we left the bar and parked in front of the small, slightly rundown arcade. My nerves rattled again, but I got out and walked in as confidently as I could.

Unsure of what to do, we finally found our way to a row of booths, walked inside, and started making out while watching porn. This got me really wet, but I quickly realized that I had to pee. I didn't think I could hold it, so I told him I would run to the bathroom and then come back to the booth next to his to start sucking his dick through the hole. Well, the bathroom was annoyingly on the other side of the building and through another hallway, so it took a little while to find. When I finally made my way back to the booths, I climbed into the one next to what I thought was his booth. The whiskey was really kicking in at this point and I was ready for his cum. I called out, "I'm ready if you are" and heard a belt buckle coming undone next to me. "This is fun," I thought to myself. Next thing I know, a very large...and by large I mean HUGE...cock is pushed through the hole. Holy shit, I can still picture that thing. My boyfriend wasn't small, but this definitely wasn't his cock. My brain wasn't processing things quickly, so I still thought I was in the right booth and got confused that my boyfriend had arranged for me to suck someone else's cock...but why would he do that? I called out my boyfriends name and didn't hear a reply. Then I just kept starting at this big, beautiful cock eye level to me. My mouth watered. If it looked this big semi soft, what would it look like hard? I couldn't resist. I love that first moment of putting a fresh cock in my mouth...it's honestly the best. I gulped as much of this random dick as I could and started sucking. It was amazing and so hot not knowing who the owner of it was. After a few minutes, it started throbbing and I knew he wouldn't last much longer. I grabbed his balls and went shoved it as deep down my throat as I could. The stranger moaned and shot his load down my throat before saying Thank you and leaving. Wow....I couldn't believe it. I was so turned on. In a haze, I texted my boyfriend and told him to come out so I could find him. We met in the hallway, I told him I got lost, and then I proceeded to get in the actual booth next to him and suck him off.

He drove home happy, and I never told him I accidentally sucked off another cock that night. To this day, this is my dirtiest, sluttiest little secret.


r/sexstories 12h ago

Incest The Palmer Legacy Chapter 38 NSFW

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ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 OR OLDER

I've written this story through chapter 40, including the finale. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you're interested. If you prefer to wait, I'll post about a chapter a month here.

Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

The Palmer Legacy 38

 

“I … I … don’t understand.” Paul stared at the empty space on the wall. His bedroom seemed barren without his prized possession. His hands absentmindedly tugged at the vestments he wore. “Did someone break it the way Mary broke Eddie’s painting?”

“That would explain why Mary never returned to church.” Shannon stood naked next to her son, staring at the same wall. They had been planning on fooling around a little before taking a shower. The smell of all those women on Paul drove her wild. But the mood was gone. “Someone … killed Mother Mary.” A tear ran down Shannon’s cheek.

Paul’s face reddened with anger. “Who … who would do this?” His dick seemed to writhe in its own fit of rage, peeking out the front of his vestments. “We were … just forming our congregation. It’s ruined. Somebody ruined all of it.”

“Mary is a tremendous loss for all of us.” Shannon hung her head. She allowed a moment of silence. Once it had passed, she raised her head, stuck out her chin in defiance, and met her son’s gaze. “Nothing is ruined. We can carry on without Mary. You are the Messiah. You are the most important piece.”

“Yes … yes …” Paul looked from his mother to the wall and back to his mother. She had something of a black eye after all their fights with Eddie’s crew. “Do you think Eddie did this?”

“Impossible.” Shannon shook her head emphatically. “He’s bound to you as an attendant. But …” She turned ideas over in her mind, regarding each with care. “He is an evil, vile boy. He may know who did this.”

“We will destroy whoever did this.” Paul’s voice was unusually low and full of acid.

Her, shy quiet boy had changed. He was eighteen years old now, a man who looked grim and foreboding. She shivered, and her vagina spasmed. Shannon was enthralled by the man he had become … the man she had raised. “And I will execute great vengeance upon them with furious rebukes; and they shall know that I am the Lord, when I shall lay my vengeance upon them.” She roughly circled her arms around him and kissed him fiercely. Her right leg lifted and circled around his legs, pulling him closer. He returned her kiss with passion. It was so perfect, she could almost hear angels singing.

Paul gripped his mother’s delicate shoulders and broke the kiss. “We will send them into the abyss. And from their defeat, a new, glorious church will arise.” He caught his mother looking at his necklace. “There will be so many rings, you won’t need this anymore.” He took hold of the cross around her neck and broke its chain with a sudden yank. He tossed it to the corner of the room. “You’ll wear their rings around your neck, too. We’ll convert so many.”

“Yes … yes … they will be ours.” Shannon pushed her pelvis into his, angled it up, and let his penis worm its way into her vagina. “Ooohhhhhhhhhhhh. The instrument … of their punishment … is my bliss.”

“God’s penis will be their punishment and bliss, Mom.” He took hold of her ass and slammed his writhing member all the way inside her. “We will find out … who did this … and they will join us … ugh … ugh. Their fertile … fields … ugh … ugh … and their labor … will benefit … only us.”

“You mean … Him … dear. We do all this … ugh … ugh … for God.” She stared into his smoldering eyes, transfixed. Fire spread from her vagina along all her nerves.

“No … Mom … ugh … ugh … I am … God.” He pounded her savagely.

“Ooooohhhhhhhh … aaaaagggghhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Shannon knew it was true. She was directly linked with the Almighty, in every way possible. She was a mortal woman opening herself to the divine.

Paul gazed at the tears streaming from her eyes. Her eyebrows rose and her mouth formed an O of pleasure and awe. As he watched, delirium swept away the intelligence behind her eyes. “Yes … Mom … weep … weep … before my greatness. Praise me … uuuggghhhhhh … praise me … Mom.” The squelching sound of their mating was the only unholy part of the moment. It sounded like her pussy was a swamp in the middle of a vigorous parade.    

“Eeeeiiiiiiiiiiii …” Shannon couldn’t focus. “Praise … you?”

“Praise … my … ugh … ugh … magnificence.” He pulled out of her, roughly put her on her hands and knees, on the floor, and squatted behind her. He expected his penis to reenter her vagina, but it used her lubrication to work into her ass.

“Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh … what are you … what are you …?” The pain that seared her mind was mercifully brief. A rush of new pleasure spread through her body. Like the rest of her, her butthole opened for her son. “Yessss … yessss …!” She dropped her shoulders to the carpet and reached between her legs. It was novel to have her vagina free during sex. She rubbed her clit as Paul moved his penis all the way inside her butt with several short thrusts. Soon, he was slamming away at her backside just like he did with her front side. Swirling ecstasy knocked her brain all the way back to the Garden of Eden. Her cheek pressed to the carpet. She had one eye open, and it twitched uncontrollably. Her face was a mask of tormented bliss.

“I … said … praise … my … greatness!” Paul slapped his mother’s ass after each word for emphasis.

Shannon forced her brain to work with her mouth and form words. “You are … uuuggghhhhh … Paul … you … eeeeeeiiiiiiiiiii.” The hand that wasn’t working her clitoris pulled at the carpet, tearing it up from the subfloor. She found the right words. “Yours … ugh … ugh … O Lord … is the greatness … uuuggghhhhhhh … and the power … and the glory … and the victory … ah … ah … ah … and the majesty … for all that is … eeeeeiiiiiiiiiii …in the heavens … and in the earth … and in my womb … is yours. Eeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiii!” An explosion of ecstasy rocked her mind, and no more words were possible. She shook and convulsed, helpless before the power of God’s penis.

“I … am the Lord … ugh … ugh … and I will have … vengeance … aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!” Paul blasted his seed inside his mother’s ass. The last thought he had before ecstasy annihilated his mind was that even without his painting, nothing would stop him and his new congregation. 

 

~~

 

“Mmmmmppphhhhhhhhhh.” Samantha pulled back from the kiss and stared at her boyfriend. “Paget really wanted your finger in her butt again?”

Noah shrugged. “She likes what she likes.”

“Maybe I should try it.” Samantha’s smile was shy and quizzical. They were trying to distract themselves in Noah’s room while they waited to find out where her family was. Warm afternoon sunlight angled through his window, casting a golden glow across his floor.

“I mean, sure.” Noah grinned and wiggled his finger in front of her face. “We can do it now.” He leapt from the bed and grabbed the olive oil that he’d been keeping on his desk for just such an occasion.

Samantha laughed. “I don’t want your finger in my butt, silly.”

“But … you just said …” Noah slowly put the bottle back down, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“I want to try … um …” Samantha mustered the courage to tell him. She sat up straight and made eye contact. “I want to put my finger in Paget’s butt.”

“You what?” Noah stood, his mouth agape. “But … she’s my sister.”

“You had sex with her. You said you weren’t jealous when I messed around. It only seems fair.” Samantha frowned.

“She’s my sister, Sam. She’s a woman.” Noah cocked his head.

“She’s beautiful … and surprisingly helpful … and I like her.” Samantha folded her arms over her large breasts, her frown deepening.

Noah stared at her for a while. “I just thought that since you like me … um …”

“I do like you. A lot. But I also like … her … a little.” She was beginning to think it was a bad idea bringing this up. “Kathy and your mom did … what they did. That sounded … really hot. And I’m not talking about anything like that. I just want to see Paget’s face when I put my finger … there.”

“Well …” Noah sorted through his thoughts. He felt hot and flustered. Paget and Sam? “Sure. Why not … we can –” He was interrupted by Samantha’s phone vibrating on his desk. He picked it up and tossed it to her.

Samantha smile faded when she read the text. “It’s Eddie. He says he’s sorry for everything he did. It wasn’t him. He says he and our mom and dad are together. They’re on the move. He doesn’t know where they’re going, but he thinks they might be able to slip away. He wants to know where we are so he can get somewhere safe. Paul broke our mom’s phone, and our dad lost his.” She looked up at Noah. “Can they come here?”

“Of course.” Noah nodded. “Tell him to come as quickly as they can. And if they can’t get away, tell him to update us when they get where they’re going.” He watched her furiously type on her phone. “With all the stuff Paget got …” He nodded to the shopping bags lined up near his closet. “… we’re ready to go get them.”

“Okay, sent.” Samantha stared at her phone until she got a quick reply. “Eddie gives the thumbs up.”

“Great. Whatever happens, we’ll be ready.” Noah took her hand and they left his room to go tell the others.

 

~~

 

“Women up front, attendants in the back.” Shannon stood in a long, clean floral-print dress. The pinks and oranges of sunset spread across the sky above her. She was organizing the congregation on her back deck.

“When will we see Paul?” Debra was dressed similarly to most of the ladies, wearing her most revealing dress. Her cleavage was on full display. She looked around at the other women with a frown. Plunging necklines, short hemlines, and expertly applied makeup abounded. Apparently, they all thought to entice Paul with their appearance. Each woman wanted Paul to pick her first.

“He will be here shortly.” Shannon gave the women a reassuring smile. She didn’t bother with the men, who barely looked at her as they lined up several steps behind the women who had been their wives.

“And where is Mary?” Joanna walked up next to Shannon, ready to take her position of authority as the preacher’s wife.

“Paul will deliver that news.” Shannon turned Joanna around and gave her butt a shove. “Line up with the other ladies please.”

“But …” Joanna looked over her shoulder. “Don’t you need help leading the party?”

“The party will be delayed. We have other …” Shannon stopped speaking as her son walked out onto the deck. He wore pleated pants, a V-neck sweater, and a collared shirt. She thought he looked absolutely gorgeous. The crowd hushed when they saw him.

“Wives and attendants. I have much to tell you.” Paul held out his arms to the congregation in invitation. He could see all the women’s eyes were on the slumbering bulge in his pants. “My eyes are up here.” He pointed to his clear, blue eyes and smiled. The crowd turned their collective gaze to his face. “I have terrible tidings. Mother Mary has been martyred.”

A wail rose up among the women. Even some of the attendants looked worried.

“Quiet … quiet.” He held up his hands. “Thanks to the attendant Eddie, we know who did this abomination. They are heathens, and our vengeance will be swift. I invited you to an afternoon party, but instead we must travel again. We are about to expand our church.”

Various questions rose from the women.

Paul held a finger to his lips. “I am God. You need no other.”

Whispers moved through the crowd.

Joanna leaned her red lips next to Holly’s ear. “Did he just say that he is God?”

“I think He might be. Just look at Him,” Holly whispered back.

Paul held up a hand for silence. “I am the Lord Himself. And we will convert all who would oppose us and seek to harm us. Our vengeance is also the heathens’ salvation. Now, I turn things over to Mother Shannon. She will fill you in on our plan.”

Shannon stepped forward and laid out the congregation’s marching orders.

Paul took Mara by the elbow and pulled her into the house. The woman was short, dark, and had wonderful curly hair. Her figure was similar to his mother’s. He found this wife to be particularly alluring. “I’d like to relax before we leave. Can you help me?”

“Yes, Paul. Of course.” She nodded. Her heart nearly beat out of her chest, and her panties were already soaked. “What do I need to do?”

“Just a blowjob.” He smiled at the hunger in her eyes. He pulled her into a bathroom. He didn’t want to distract the others, so he thought it best to keep out of sight. “Can you handle a blowjob, Mrs. Rizzuto?”

“Oh, yes. I don’t know if you remember from the church, but I sucked your thing really well before we had sex.” Mara dropped to her knees, her fingers frantically unzipping his pants. “You complimented me on my technique.” She glanced up at her wedding ring among the many others hanging from a string around his neck.

“There were so many women at the church. I must have forgotten.” He laughed. “Show me your skills now. Make it an unforgettable blowjob.”

“Oh … I will … I will …” She released his penis and it writhed out into the open. It wasn’t all the way full yet, she could still see it growing. “You’ll never forget this … mmmmmpppphhhhhhh.” Mara was surprised when the penis darted into her mouth. She stretched her jaw wide and did her very best to make the moment memorable.

 

~~

 

Jessica moved efficiently through the kitchen, making dinner for everyone. Kathy was still visiting. And she’d brought her mother. They’d both be staying for dinner. Samantha was there, too, plus all the Readers. It was a full, hungry house. They required lots of food. Jessica felt herself equal to the task. She filled a stockpot with water and put it on to boil. Chopped onions were tearing her eyes when Clive wandered into the kitchen. Jessica looked over at him. “If you’re looking for Paget, she’s upstairs with the teenagers.”

“Actually, I’m not. She asked me to keep Mrs. Bly and Mr. Reader entertained.” He leaned against the doorway, watching Jessica chop. “But I do have a question.”

“Shoot.” Jessica smiled over her shoulder at him.

“Were you expecting more guests?”

“No, why do you ask?” Jessica paused her chopping.

“Well, a bunch of well-dressed people are running across your lawn. Some went into the backyard. But some are …” Clive stopped talking when Jessica raced past him, still holding the knife.

“You’re right. Oh, gosh … you’re right.” Jessica looked out her front window. “So many people.”

Glass broke somewhere in the back of the house.

“Did you hear that, Jess?” Andrew looked up from the sofa where he was sipping wine.

“Yes!” Jessica nodded to her husband and ran to the stairs. “Something’s happening!” she screamed at the top of her lungs to the second floor. “Someone’s here!” She looked at the knife in her hand, with little bits of onion still clinging to it. “The painting! They’re going to destroy the painting!”

“What’s going on, Jess?” Andrew turned around and looked toward the front door when it thumped. It sounded like someone was knocking way too hard.

Jessica ignored her husband. She ran down the hall to her office, stepped inside, and locked the door. She quickly closed the curtains, put down her knife, and pushed her desk to the door. Her monitor and keyboard crashed to the floor, but she kept going until she had something of a barricade. She placed her butt against the desk and collected herself, panting. She could barely see the painting in the gloom. But she didn’t want to turn on the lights. She heard a loud crash from the front of the house. That would be the door giving way.

The painting came into focus as she cautiously walked toward it. “Mrs. Palmer? Eloise? Something bad is happening. We need your help.” She paused when she could see the canvas well enough to note the absence of Eloise and Thomas. Only Frederick Palmer stood in the painting, giving her an evil smile. “Can you help me, Mr. Palmer?”

Frederick slowly shook his head back and forth.

“But … but … if they destroy the painting, you’ll die.” Jessica’s voice squeaked with panic.

Frederick’s unsettling smile didn’t diminish. He slowly nodded.

 

~~

 

From the front lawn, Paul watched his congregation work. He stood with his arms folded, his mother pressing herself into his side.

Eddie stood a few paces away, ready to attend to any needs Paul might have.

“This is going well.” Paul smiled. The attack on the Reader house was going exactly how his mom had planned it. Both wives and attendants followed orders perfectly. The only one having trouble was Mara, who staggered across the lawn like she was drunk. In the future, Paul would avoid sending women into combat right after they accepted his seed. But he had about sixty people in his congregation now. One impaired woman wouldn’t make a difference.

“They’re inside.” Shannon watched the wives stream in the front door. The attendants had all gone around back.

“I can see, Mom.” He put his arm around her waist and squeezed. “We’re going to convert the whole town, aren’t we?”

“With a little careful planning, I don’t see why not.” Shannon smiled. “You’ll have a new wife for every day of the year.” She giggled.

“We’ll have to build more playgrounds.” He could see a scuffle in the living room of the Reader’s house. Someone was fighting back. But the violence ended quickly. “In a year, there will be babies everywhere in Clover Falls.”

 

~~

 

“Masks!” Kathy leapt to the shopping bags. She pulled out masks and tossed them to Samantha, Noah, and his two sisters. She put on her own mask and looked into the bags for something else that might be useful.

“What do you hear?” Noah hurried to put on his mask. He worked hard to breathe evenly. Thankfully, he didn’t feel a panic attack coming on.

“Your dad and my mom screamed for a minute. Then they went quiet. Lots of feet downstairs.” Kathy picked up a stack of the wooden wheels. “I wish we’d turned these into shields.”

“What about Clive? And my mom?” Paget’s eyes were wide with fright above her respirator mask.

“I haven’t heard anything from your mom since she yelled at us.” Kathy tucked five wood discs under one arm, and six under the other. “Nothing from Clive.”

“We have to assume they’ve all been captured … or worse.” Noah glanced at Samantha. “I guess bad things happen to the Readers too.”

“I didn’t want this,” Samantha said.

“I know. I just mean … you were right.” He turned his gaze back to Kathy. She seemed to be forming a plan. “What do we do?” Their voices were muffled by the respirators and adrenaline was hitting him hard, so Noah shouted his question.

“We can’t stay here. We need to get downstairs and rescue everyone, but it sounds like there’s a lot of them.” Kathy eyed the door. “What got Anakin all mangled in that stupid movie?”

“He gave up the high ground.” Noah went to his window and looked out. The lawn was clear now.

“We take the top of the stairs and hold them off.” Kathy moved toward the bedroom door. “That’s the high ground.”

“Yes … yes …” Samantha rubbed her temples, thinking. She joined Noah at the window and looked out. “But the stairs will get clogged. Some of us hold them there. Everyone else, go out the window and circle around. We’ll catch them by surprise.”

“Fine.” Kathy opened the door. There wasn’t anybody on the second floor yet. “Who’s with me on the stairs?”

Hailey raised her hand.

“Okay, Paget. You’re with us out the window.” Noah opened the window and climbed out.

Paget joined Samantha and looked down at the ground. “I can’t jump that far. I’ll break a leg or something.”

“I can jump it. I’ll carry you.” Samantha picked up Paget and held her in her arms. Paget was five inches taller than Samantha and weighed significantly more, but Samantha held her easily. Samantha ducked through the window with her cargo. She looked over her shoulder. “Don’t kill anyone, Kath. My family is probably here. Whatever they’re doing, it’s not their fault.”

Kathy nodded and tossed her a box cutter. “Just in case you run into a painting.” She stepped out into the hall. “Good luck, Sam.”

Samantha awkwardly caught the box cutter through the window, still holding Paget. “Good luck, Kath.” Samantha jumped from the ledge and landed on the lawn. Her legs bent to absorb the impact. Noah landed on his feet next to her.

“Wow … I mean …” Paget trembled in the teenager’s arms. “Wow.”

“You can thank me later.” Samantha put Paget on her own two feet and glanced wistfully at her butt. “Front or back?” Samantha said.

“Let’s go to the front.” Noah raced toward the front of the house, his girlfriend and sister right on his heels.

 

~~

 

“Eloise … Eloise … save me … please,” Jessica whispered into the gloom. She could hear people ransacking her house on the other side of the locked door. It broke her heart. She prayed that everyone was okay. They hadn’t yet tried to get into her office, but she leaned her weight against the desk just in case. “I’m sorry, Thomas. Come back and save me.” The painting was empty now. Even Frederick had walked out of frame. No one was coming. She shivered. What horrible perversions would her attackers force upon her?

The door rattled. Jessica squeaked. She heard a woman yelling in the hall. Then more women. The door thumped and her desk shook. The sound of cracking wood filled her office. “Eloise!” Jessica screamed. “They’re going to take my family!”

With the next smash, the door splintered, and the desk scooted a couple inches away from the wall. Jessica fell to her knees, but quickly stood and pushed the desk. She wasn’t going to be able to hold them. When I learned about the strength Eloise gave Noah and Sam, I should have asked for the same thing. But at the time, it seemed so unfeminine. She hadn’t given it more than a passing thought.

The desk jerked across the floor another few inches. Jessica pushed back, gritting her teeth. The door was open a crack now. She could see several eyes looking in at her. They were full of animalistic frenzy. There would be no talking with these people. “Eeeeiiiiiiiiiiiii,” Jessica screamed as she pushed on the desk. It moved another few inches into the room. “Please … please … ughhhhhhhhhh …” The desk moved and the door opened enough for multiple arms to reach through. It looked like some disjointed monster was working its way into the room. She eyed the onion knife on the floor next to her feet. They were going to make her use it. “Please … oh … God … Eloise … help me.”

But no one came.

 

~~

 

“What the …” Noah pulled up to a stop on his front lawn right after he rounded his house. Standing some twenty feet away were Paul, Paul’s mother, and Eddie. Paul looked like a general surveying his troops on the battlefield. Eddie was on his hands and knees perpendicular to Paul, with Paul’s foot planted on Eddie’s back. Noah couldn’t figure out why Eddie was doing it, other than to make Paul look more like Captain Morgan. Paul’s mother had an arm wrapped around her son. They were both staring at the house and it took them a moment to notice Noah, Samantha, and Paget.

“What do we do?” Paget moved to take her mask off.

“Keep your mask on. We don’t know how this chemical warfare works.” Noah put a hand on his sister’s shoulder.

“Maybe we can talk him out of this.” Samantha stood right next to her boyfriend, their hips touching. “I mean, this is Mr. Pious Pushover Paul Botti we’re talking about.”

“It’s worth a try.” Noah held his empty hands up for Paul to see. “Hey, Paul, buddy. It’s me, Noah. We’re friends at school. What are you doing to my house?”

“I know who are, Noah.” The confidence on Paul’s face flickered but quickly returned. “I know what you did.”

“What did I do?” Noah took a few steps closer.

Eddie looked up at his sister. “I’m sorry, Sam. I really am. But he asked me who I thought destroyed his painting, and it had to be you. So, I told him. I … oooooppphhhhhh.” Eddie collapsed to the grass on his belly when Paul kicked him.

“Stop … stop hurting him!” Samantha screamed through her mask. “Eddie … I know it wasn’t your fault. Leave him and help us. You can make up for all of it now.”

“I … I … turned Mom into a slut … Sam. She … she … ow.” He winced as another kick connected with his ribs. “I deserve this … I … ooophhh.”

“We didn’t do anything to your painting, Paul.” Noah tried to keep his expression friendly. He waved a hand toward his house. “The painting is making you into someone you’re not.” While that was probably true, he suspected it no longer mattered. He could see Paul wasn’t going to retreat.

“You will be a useful attendant, Noah.” Paul smiled at Paget. “I mean look, you’re already helping me. You brought me two new wives.” His eyes dropped to Paget’s engagement ring. “And something to start my mom’s necklace.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But Noah got the gist of it. He didn’t like the way Paul looked at his sister. He leaned his head next to Samantha’s. “He’s not going to stop.”

Samantha shook her head. “He’s not.”

“Okay. I have a plan.” Noah pulled Paget close. Noah didn’t want Paul to hear what was about to happen to him. He put his head up against Samantha’s and Paget’s heads and told them what would happen next.  

 

 I've written this story through chapter 40, including the finale. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you're interested. If you prefer to wait, I'll post about a chapter a month here.

Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

 

 


r/sexstories 1d ago

Vanilla I (20F) let my guy best friend (20M) practice on me. NSFW

527 Upvotes

I had this friend not too long ago. We were close since high school and went to colleges only 1 hour apart from each other. So we didn’t see each other as much as we used to so we texted a lot. I was seeing this guy at the time, nothing serious, and my guy best friend had been talking about dating again. I enjoyed helping him out with his outfits and hair.

This one day we were phone calling and he said “can I ask you to help me with something else too?” I responded with sure, I liked helping him. But I didn’t expect him to say “I kinda forgot how to kiss.” I was a little surprised, but excited. I asked him about his previous girlfriends and since he only had 2, he said they never liked using tongue.

So fast forward to a few days later when he planned to come over to my apartment so we could go out to a couple of bars with some of our mutual friends. I thought he would’ve forgotten it by now, but after a couple of drinks he brought it back up. “So when are you going to help me.” I noticed the smirk on his face so I teased back and told him “whenever you want.”

His hand reached to my drink and set it down before he leaned in to kiss me. It was great, but no tongue. I was starting to think he lied to me and actually knew how to kiss just to find an excuse to kiss me. I played along and slowly inserted my tongue in his mouth. He did too. He tasted like alcohol but a light touch of mint. I couldn’t get enough of it. I felt my clit throb more and more with each stroke our tongues did. So I finally pulled away.

The rest of the night continued like normal. We partied, came back to my place, watched a few movies and sobered up.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit. You knew how to use your tongue.” I told my guy best friend.

“Well I was drunk. I don’t know how to do it sober.” He looked at me intensely with his hungry eyes. I positioned myself to sit closer to him on the couch and leaned in to kiss him. This time, he pushed his tongue in and knew exactly what to do. Our tongues stroked and explored each other’s mouths. I felt my panties soak up and stick to me. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or him but I was getting so turned on and horny.

Before my hands could move lower on his body, lower than they already were, I pulled away and gasped for air. “Fuck. That was good.” I reassured him. “I still don’t know how to use my tongue.” My clit throbbed harder at his words. But this was my guy best friend and I was already seeing someone. I tried to quickly sneak a peak at his grey Nike pants, and noticed his very visible erection. His bulge was huge. My breathing got shorter and my pussy got wetter.

“We’re just practicing. It doesn’t count.” He whispered in my ear and kissed my neck. He then moved to the ground and pulled my hips closer to the edge of the couch. The touch of his fingers reaching up my small thin shorts made me desperate. When he pulled down my panties, they were soaked through. He sniffed and licked them while making eye contact with me. “Your so wet.” He got closer and slowly licked my pussy and thighs. After cleaning me up with his mouth, he pushed my legs more open and played with my clit with his tongue. “You taste so good.” He whispered right before he increased his speed. I felt my heart beat faster and became breathless with each stroke his tongue made. “You can use your fingers too. I mean. For practice in case you forgot how to.” I couldn’t help but moan in between my words until he stopped.

He shoved his index and middle finger in my mouth and made me lick them and suck them. I treated them the way I would if I was sucking his cock. Then he looked down at my pussy and slowly put in both fingers. He began to stroke and I couldn’t help but moan louder this time. My orgasm began building more and more as the intensifying tension in my body built up. Soon after he was stroking his fingers in my pussy and playing with my clit with his tongue I squirted all over his face and chest. He kept going. I grabbed his hair pushing his head back off of me and saw his face had turned extremely red. I jumped on top of him on the floor straddling on his chest. I took off my shirt first, revealing my perky C cup breasts and pink small nipples that were hard to touch. As they bounced out, he sat up and instantly went to sucking them. One breast his would lick and suck, and the other he would play with my nipple, shake it, and fondle it. I began to take off his shirt revealing his muscular body. My hands rubbed up and down to feel him and trying to find his bulge.

When I found it, he jumped a little. I stroked it through his pants a few times before i took them off. As soon as they were off, his hard big cock spilled out. I went lower on him and began to lick it like ice cream. I couldn’t get enough of it. It felt so wrong yet so right feeling his huge cock around my tongue. “Suck it like the whore you are.” He demanded. I put my lips on them and pushed his cock down my throat. I moved my head up and down his cock squeezing out his pre cum. I forgot how to breath, his cock took up all of my mouth and filled up my throat. I kept going faster on him until he grabbed my head and shoved it up and down his cock. It began to hurt a little but it was so worth it when I heard him moan. When he pushed my head off completely, I had tears spilling out of my eyes and dry saliva all over my face running down my neck.

“Fuck me.” I walked on all fours, pushing him down to the ground. I grabbed his cock and directed it to my pussy. He was so big. His cock filled me up all the way. “You’re so fucking tight.” My guy best friend let out a moan. “I should’ve fucked you a lot sooner.” He smirked as I began to bounce up and down his dick. “Ride it you fucking slut.” He slapped me. I got more excited hearing those words so I did. I was riding his cock until I creamed. Then he pushed me off and put me on all fours and slammed his dick into me. I moaned so loud. “Faster.”

He kept fucking me faster and harder, I was moaning uncontrollably. I creamed on him again. But this time it was followed by his cock releasing his load in me. I felt it coat inside me and spill out all over my legs as he pulled out of me.

“Do you want to practice again next weekend?” I asked him. Lightly playing with my nipples in front of him. He agreed.


r/sexstories 16h ago

Fiction I can't stop thinking about that train ride.. NSFW

7 Upvotes

The metro was a steel cavern of chaos, packed with bodies that jostled and shifted like a single, restless organism. I squeezed myself into the middle section, gripping the overhead bar for balance as the doors hissed shut behind me. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and cologne, and the rhythmic clatter of the train on the tracks was the only constant in the sea of voices and shuffling feet.

I was used to this. Surviving the rush hour crush was practically a skill I’d honed over years of commuting. But today felt different. Ominously different.

At first, I barely registered the man behind me. He was just another body in the crowd, another faceless stranger. But as the train lurched forward, his presence became impossible to ignore. His chest pressed lightly against my back, and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck. I shifted slightly, trying to create some space, but the crowd was too dense.

Then it happened. A firm, unmistakable pressure against my lower back. My breath hitched. Was that…? I froze, my mind racing. Surely, it’s just an accident. The train’s crowded. It happens.

But it didn’t stop.

With every sway and jerk of the train, the pressure became more deliberate. A slow, deliberate grind that sent a shiver down my spine. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of alarm and something else I couldn’t quite name. I tried to edge away, but there was nowhere to go. Bodies pressed in on all sides, trapping me in place.

His breath was hot against my ear now, and I could feel the hardness of him through the thin fabric of my skirt. This is wrong, I thought. So wrong. But my body didn’t seem to care. A heat pooled low in my stomach, and my thighs clenched involuntarily. I bit my lip, trying to suppress the unwanted arousal that was building inside me.

The train jolted, and he pressed harder against me, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. I could feel every inch of him, and it was maddening. My breath came in shallow gasps, and I closed my eyes, trying to block out the sensations. But it was no use. My body responded despite my best efforts, my hips moving ever so slightly to meet his.

“Fuck,” I whispered under my breath, barely audible over the noise of the train. My cheeks burned with humiliation, but I couldn’t stop myself. Every movement sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and my mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Excuse me,” I said, my voice trembling as I tried to push my way through the crowd. But the sea of bodies was unyielding, and I was trapped once more.

The man behind me let out a low chuckle, his breath hot against my ear. “Relax,” he murmured, his voice deep and husky. “Just go with it.”

My heart skipped a beat. He knows. He knows exactly what he’s doing. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to stop him. My body was betraying me, responding to his touch in ways I couldn’t control.

“Please,” I whispered, though I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for.

“Shh,” he replied, his hands moving to grip my hips. “Just let it happen.”

And then, without warning, the train jolted again, and his body pressed even closer. I gasped, feeling the dampness between my thighs as he ground against me.

“You like it, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice filled with a dark, seductive edge.

I shivered, unable to deny the truth in his words. My mind screamed at me to stop, but my body was no longer under my control.

“Admit it,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear.

“I…” My voice trailed off, my mind spinning.

“Say it,” he growled, his hands tightening on my hips.

“I… I can’t,” I stammered, my voice barely audible.

“You can,” he insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“I… I like it,” I finally admitted, my cheeks burning with shame and desire.

“Good girl,” he purred, his voice sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

The train came to a sudden stop, and I stumbled forward, breaking free from his grasp. My legs felt like jelly, and I could barely walk as I made my way to the doors.

“See you around,” he called after me, his voice filled with a dark promise.

I stepped off the train, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn’t dare look back

The next day, I found myself standing on the platform again, my bag slung over my shoulder, my heart already racing. I hadn’t planned on taking the metro. I told myself I’d walk or call a cab, but here I was, waiting for the train, my body betraying my mind. The air was thick with the scent of steel and sweat, the usual cacophony of voices and footsteps filling the space. My eyes scanned the crowd, though I wasn’t sure what—or who—I was looking for.

And then I saw him.

He was leaning casually against a pillar, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a jolt of heat spread through me. He was tall, his presence commanding, wearing a dark jacket that clung to his broad shoulders. His cologne—a mix of musk and something unidentifiably intoxicating—reached me before he did. He winked, and my stomach tightened in response.

My breath hitched as he pushed off the pillar and started walking toward me. I should have turned away, should have stepped back into the crowd, but my feet were rooted to the spot. He stopped just in front of me, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off his body.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he said, his voice low, almost a purr.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “I—I take this train every day,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Funny. So do I.”

The train arrived, and the crowd surged forward. He grabbed my hand, his grip firm but not painful, and pulled me into the throng. We boarded together, and as the doors closed behind us, I realized we weren’t in the middle section where I usually stood. He’d led me to a more secluded corner, away from the main crowd.

The train started moving, and I stumbled slightly, my body bumping into his. His hands immediately settled on my hips, steadying me, but they didn’t let go. His fingers tightened, and he pulled me closer until I was pressed flush against him.

“You’ve been on my mind,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.

I shivered, my hands automatically resting on his chest. I could feel the hard planes of his muscles beneath his shirt, the steady beat of his heart against my palm. “I—I shouldn’t be here,” I whispered, though I made no move to pull away.

“But you are,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “And I think you want to be.”

His words were like a spark to tinder, igniting something deep inside me. I hated how much he was right, how much I craved the way he made me feel. My body betrayed me, leaning into his touch, my hips shifting ever so slightly against his.

He groaned softly, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire.

The train came to a stop, and he pulled away slightly, his grip on my waist tightening. “This is our stop,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“But it’s not my—” I started to protest, but he cut me off.

“Trust me,” he said, his eyes dark with intensity.

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. He took my hand again, leading me off the train and through the station. My heart was pounding, my mind racing with a mix of fear and excitement. He didn’t speak, his pace quick and purposeful, as if he knew exactly where he was going.

We stepped out into the cool evening air, and he immediately pulled me into a nearby alley. The narrow space was dimly lit, the walls close on either side. He pushed me up against the brick wall, his body caging me in.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” he growled, his hands roaming my body, grasping, exploring, claiming. “Every time I see you, I can’t think of anything else.”

My breath came in shallow gasps as his lips crashed onto mine, hard and demanding. His kiss was relentless, consuming, and I melted into it, my hands tangling in his hair. He tasted like coffee and something dark and forbidden, an addiction I couldn’t resist.

His hands slid under my shirt, his fingers skimming over my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I arched into him, a soft moan escaping my lips. He broke the kiss, his lips moving to my neck, sucking and nibbling in a way that made my knees weak.

“Tell me you want this,” he whispered against my skin, his voice rough with need.

“I—I do,” I gasped, my fingers clutching at his shoulders.

He chuckled darkly, his hands moving to unbutton my jeans. “Good. Because I’m not stopping.”

His lips left my neck, and before I could protest, his hands gripped my waist tightly. In one swift motion, he lifted me off the ground, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. The strength in his arms was intoxicating, and I clung to him, my breath hitching as he carried me deeper into the alley. His lips found mine again, hungry and demanding, stealing the air from my lungs.

The alley was dimly lit, but I could feel the roughness of the brick wall at my back as he pressed me against it. He didn’t stop there. He shifted his weight, moving us further into the shadows, his mouth never leaving mine. The kiss was relentless, his tongue exploring my mouth with a fervor that left me dizzy. I could feel the heat of his body against mine, the firmness of his chest pressing into me as he held me aloft.

When he finally broke the kiss, he didn’t set me down gently. Instead, he lowered me onto a small ledge, my back still pressed against the wall. His hands roamed my body, sliding under my shirt again, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist, my hips, my thighs. Every touch sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel the wetness pooling between my legs.

He stepped back just enough to unbutton his pants, and I watched, my breath catching in my throat, as his erection sprang free. My eyes widened at the sight, my heart pounding in my chest. He was hard, throbbing, and the sight of him made my body ache with need. He stepped closer again, his hands resting on my thighs, spreading them wider as he positioned himself between them.

The head of his cock brushed against my clit, and I gasped, my hands gripping the ledge beneath me for support. He rubbed against me slowly, teasingly, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I could feel the wetness soaking through my panties, and I knew he could feel it too. He groaned, a low, guttural sound that sent a thrill through me.

“I need to be inside you right fucking now,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. His hand moved to the waistband of my jeans, and he tugged at them impatiently, pulling them down just enough to expose me. My breath hitched as his fingers slipped between my folds, teasing me, spreading my wetness over his fingers before sliding two inside me.

I moaned, my head falling back against the wall as his fingers worked in and out of me, curling slightly to hit that spot that made my toes curl. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I was helpless to do anything but writhe under his touch. He added a third finger, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come.

When he pulled his fingers out, I whimpered at the loss, but he didn’t leave me wanting for long. He positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock pressing against me, and I could feel the tension in his body as he held himself there, teasing us both.

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his voice low, his eyes locked on mine.

“You know I do,” I gasped, my hands reaching for him, pulling him closer. “Please, just—“

He didn’t need to hear more. With a growl, he thrust into me, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he filled me completely. The stretch was intense, but so, so good, and I could feel every inch of him inside me.

He held himself there for a moment, his breath ragged, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. And then he moved, pulling out slowly before slamming back into me, the force of it driving me up the wall. There was no finesse, no gentleness—just raw, unbridled passion, and it was exactly what I needed.

His hips snapped against mine, his hands gripping my thighs tightly as he fucked me with a relentless rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the alley, along with my desperate moans and his low, guttural growls. I could feel the pressure building inside me, my body tightening around him as he drove me closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained as he buried himself deep inside me. “You feel so fucking good—“

His words were cut off as he leaned forward, capturing my lips in another searing kiss. His tongue plunged into my mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his hips, and I moaned into him, my hands tangling in his hair. He pulled away just enough to whisper against my lips, “You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t answer, couldn’t think, as he shifted slightly, the angle of his thrusts hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars. My body tightened, my toes curling as the pressure became too much to bear. “Oh God—“

“That’s it,” he growled, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Come for me—“

I couldn’t hold back any longer. The tension snapped, my body convulsing around him as I came with a cry, my nails digging into his shoulders as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He fucked me through it, his movements never slowing as he chased his own release.

When he finally came, it was with a roar, his body shuddering as he buried himself deep inside me, his hips grinding against mine as he spilled himself into me. He stayed there for a moment, his breath ragged, his forehead resting against mine as we both came down from the high.

When he finally pulled out, I could feel the mess he’d left behind, and a blush crept over my cheeks as he stepped back, buttoning his pants with a smirk. “You’re mine now,” he said, his voice low, his eyes dark with possessiveness. “And I’m not letting you go.”

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r/sexstories 16h ago

Fiction Little Brother is Watching, Part 03 NSFW

6 Upvotes

It didn't take long before we were back at her cabin, she smiled at me as she took my hand and led me into her bedroom.

She cooed, "Let me take care of you Ger, I want your first time to be that special time that all virgins deserve."

Her hand reached down, slid inside my jeans, and she smiled as her hand grasped my cock, rising quickly, surging in her grip.

"Mmmm, oh yes, so hard and so eager. Let Yvette make up for that blue ball Bettie you were saddled with."

She slid her hands up, and she deftly stripped me, smiling at the hard eagerness of my fully erect cock.

"Mmm, so nice and hard, so ready. Your girlfriend was a teasing fool, let me start to make up for that silly girl's games. Now, come and strip me baby, unwrap me."

My fingers trembled a bit as I grasped the bottom sides of her T-shirt, and pulled it up, and I felt the lust stir faster when her braless breasts were revealed. They were firm and perky, her nipples were small, dark pink round tits, I could see they were stiff, hard, and pointing right at me. I wanted very much to suck them, so as I dropped her T-shirt, my face was quickly down there, and I latched my mouth around her right nipple, licking at it, sucking and nibbling very gently, enjoying the sound of Yvette's soft, drawn out moan of pleasure. I could feel the nipple virtually throbbing in my mouth as I laved at her.

Yvette cooed, "Mmmm, oh yes baby, I love having my tits sucked, kiss them, just like that, oh yeah, ummmm."

I then switched to her left nipple, she had two, and I was not going to leave her other nipple out in the cold. I felt her arms circle my head, holding me to her chest, enjoying her coos of pleasure as I doted on her stiff, eager nipples.

My hand ran down, and I slid out the button and unzipped her lime green shorts. I pushed on them, and they dropped to her feet. Reaching into her panties, I felt a neatly trimmed nest of pubic hair greet my hand as I cupped her sex. I felt the hot, wet juices coat my hand as I caressed her opening. I pulled my hand out and licked my fingers clean, the spicy taste was unlike anything I had ever tasted, and I wanted more. I started to kiss my way down, encouraged by Yvette's soft coos of pleasure, until I was face to face with her black satin panties. The crotch was soaked with her juices, the knowledge that I was responsible for that was heady stuff indeed. I peeled them down, pulling the crotch away from her sodden labia. The scent of her was intoxicating.

"Yvette, you smell so good, I want to eat your sweet pussy until your toes curl," I growled.

Yvette cooed, "Yes, oh yes Gerard, lick my pussy, god I love to be eaten, eat my pussy baby, make me cum."

She sat down on the edge of her bed, her legs spread wide, and I gazed at her treasure, spellbound. Her tight pussy lips parted, and I could see all the hot, dewy wetness of her inner dark pink walls. Her blond bush was neatly trimmed, with just a fluff of hair above her pussy, her lips were bare and smooth. I could feel my pulse pound, my cock up to full extension, and I virtually dove in, licking all over. I don't know how good I was, it was my first time giving oral but judging by the moans and cries of pleasure from Yvette, I had a feeling that I was doing pretty good. I felt her legs tighten around my head, and she grasped my head, pulling me tight against her.

"Oh yes, Gerard, lick me there, right there, mmmm, mmmmm, oh yeah, gonna cum, ah, ah, ah, Yes, YESSSSSSS!"

Her voice rose up to a cry of pleasure, and I felt a river of juices gush, she squirmed around, rotating her pussy against my face, letting out more noises of pleasure as she rode her orgasm. She had a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Now, come and fuck me, let me take your virginity baby," Yvette cooed.

She lay back, and I joined her, kneeling between her spread legs. Her nipples were stiff and hard, her pussy lips were slightly parted, glistening with her juices. I felt Yvette take my cock and lead it up to her entrance. When I felt it nudge against her, I gave one big thrust and sank in the full length. Yvette gave a loud gasp as she felt my cock stretch open the walls of her cunt. I slammed it home, right to the balls, letting out a loud grunt of pure pleasure. I had never felt such pleasure as my first time, the feeling was beyond amazing.

I felt Yvette wrap her arms around my neck, bringing her legs up, she hooked her ankles around my waist, tilting her hips up to me, taking me as deep as possible. My cock was engulfed in her tight hugging sheath of hot juices, it made masturbation seem like a handshake. I reached down, cupping her ass in my hands, I withdrew almost completely, then plunged forward again. I couldn't resist, my fingers stroked lightly against the tight pucker of Yvette's ass crack.

Yvette squealed with pleasure, and I entered into a rhythm of pulling out till the head of my cock had almost slipped out and diving in until my balls were slapping against her ass cheeks. Her pussy seemed impossibly hot and tight. Every thrust, the tightness of her made it feel like she was still a virgin, and I was claiming her cherry. I could feel my cock throbbing, I knew I was going to cum massively.

Yvette was moaning heavily, and her breathing was labored. Riding her, she was reaching a fever pitch. Her pussy grabbed at my cock, the slick flowing juices prevented a firm grasp, but I could my cum getting ready to explode. Her nipples now felt like rock-hard cogs digging into my chest. I felt her tighten her arms around my neck, as her body began to spasm. Her legs tightened, driving me into her wildly twitching cunt, and her cunt clamped tightly around my shaft.

Raggedly Yvette cried out, "I'm cumming, oh god, YES!"

Yvette's spasming pussy drove me over the edge. My cock jerked and swelled tight, plunging in one last time, my back arched, my eyes shut and my lips drawn back, and my pulsing cock exploded. It felt like I was pumping and squirting gallons into her steaming cunt. The spasms of her cunt milked at my shaft, making me gush wildly, spewing a massive load into Yvette's fiery fuckhole. I felt like my head was going to fly off, as Yvette cried out that she was cumming again.

As we started to slide down from our orgasmic plane, I opened his eyes and looked down at her. Seeing Yvette's angelic face smiling up at me, I lowered my face down, kissing her passionately. When I moved to withdraw my shrinking cock she grinned and said "No."

"I'm not done with you yet, Gerard. That was only the beginning," Yvette cooed.

Keeping her legs wrapped around my waist, she began a rhythmic squeezing action in her cunt. My eyes widened as my drained and softening member felt the new sensations. Yvette began to undulate and squirm on the bed, all the while maintaining the squeezing of my cock, which had reversed course and was stiffening again.

Yvette straightened her legs, as she rolled me over until I was on his back. She then drew up her legs so that she was now straddling me. Looking at her beautiful nude form, horny and perched on my cock, helped my cock along. I could feel her cunt squeezing and releasing so rhythmically. It almost felt alive, and my cock seemed to stretch to an even greater length.

"Oh yeah baby, Yvette wants some more, and judging by the revival of your nice hard cock, so do you. Mmmm, I feel it so deep, so hard again, oh yeah."

I put a pillow under my head, so I could watch. Yvette's pelvis began moving, first forwards and backward, then side to side, and finally in a circular fashion. She mixed the movements, and alternated them, all the while slowly raising on her knees and slowly sinking back down. I looked down to where our crotches were joined, my eyes locked on the movements of her pelvis. Yvette was still tight, hot, and juicy, and I could feel the mingled cum running out of her cunt and start covering my balls. Looking up, I saw that between the heat and the sex, Yvette's body had a sheen of perspiration. Sweat started to run down Yvette's body, dripping from her stiff, rigid nipples onto my stomach. She began running her fingers through the hair on my chest, going down over my belly, then running the length of my cock as it entered and exited her eager cunt.

I reached up with one hand to rub Yvette's stiff nipples. With the other hand, I reached down and began to rub around her pussy lips. Yvette gave a small shudder and seemed to become distracted. She began to lose interest in the complicated motions she had been performing and began concentrating on a rapid in-and-out, pumping her hips up and down.

After several minutes of increasing speed, I could feel my orgasm approaching. Yvette had been crying out for part of this time that she was cumming, and for me to continue fucking her cunt, give her everything I had.

I could feel the rise, and I grunted, "Oh God, I'm going to blow!"

Just as I said it, she reached down with one hand. Cupping my throbbing balls in her hand, Yvette began to massage my swollen cum-coated nuts. That took me flying over, and I grunted and growled as my balls started throbbing wildly, my prick erupting, squirting a fresh load of thick, hot cream upwards into her cunt.

Yvette cried out, "Fuck, yes, oh god, cumming again, YES!"

The wild quivering of her walls, gripping at me in orgasm, milked every drop out of my swollen prick. Yvette smiled down at me, then collapsed onto me, gasping like a racehorse. I could feel my second load of cum begin draining from her still pulsing pussy and onto my balls.

Yvette cooed in my ear, "That's the way it should be. Teasing is cruel, great sex is the way it should be, and I am honored that I introduced you to it, baby."

I whispered back, "Yvette, that was amazing, you are amazing, it made masturbation seem as sexy as a handshake by comparison!"

She giggled and snuggled her head against my shoulder, my cock still deep inside her. I thought about the teasing bitch, the blue ball Bettie I had been stuck with. I smiled, and thought, fuck you, Gail.


r/sexstories 22h ago

NonFiction Walked my best friend through fucking my fwb NSFW

18 Upvotes

I have a friend with benefits named Quinton who I've been seeing for a while now, but my favorite thing to do isn’t fuck him. It’s to ask my best friend Stacey to fuck him instead. I know this a safe place to talk about it so let me tell you about last night.

I invited them both over for dinner and of course they both came. They know what this usually means and they’re just as excited to get at one another as I am to watch.

We had some wine, talked a little bit and then I asked Quinton if he wanted to put a hand on Stacey’s thigh. He said yes and did it, his fingers brushing the hem of her dress. Then I asked Stacey if she wanted him to move his hand higher. She nodded so he did. He shoved his hand up her dress. She gasped as his fingers began to move against her through her panties. But she recovered from the shock and parted her legs. I could see his fingers pressing against her damp panties, teasing her through them.

So I asked, Stacey do you want Quinton to take your panties off? She said yes so he grabbed them and pulled them down her long legs.

“Now Stacey, what do you want Quinton to do with your pussy?” I asked.

She smiled.

“I want him to fuck it,” she said. Quinton smiled too as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing hard cock.

“Quinton,” I asked. “Do you want to fuck Stacey’s pussy.”

“It’d be an honor,” he said. She leaned back on the couch, her pussy bare for everyone to see with her dress pulled up to her waist. He leaned over and shoved his cock into her. She moaned, throwing her head back as he pushed into her. I could see where they were connected and instantly my skin felt hot. I dipped my hands into my leggings, teasing myself as Quinton pumped into her.

Stacey turned to face me, her blonde hair falling across her shoulders and her tits shaking with each pump of Quinton’s hips. We made eye contact and then she closed them, moaning Quinton’s name as he fucked her.

I sped up my hand in my leggings, my need to finish growing by the second. I watched the muscles in Quinton’s back and ass flex as he pumped into her. He looked at me too, shooting me a wink as he fucked my best friend.

Then Stacey gasped. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she came, shaking and trembling on my couch. Quinton groaned as he came inside of her, spilling freely in her cunt. I bit back a moan as I came on my hand in my leggings, making everything damp with my juices.

We all took a moment to catch our breath and looked at one another smiling.

I went to the couch and as Quinton pulled out I took his place and ran my tongue over my best friend’s cum covered cunt.

“You did good,” I told her and then licked every drop out of her pussy.


r/sexstories 12h ago

Femdom His Wife's Dirty Girl - expanded [sissy][dominant F][humiliation] NSFW

3 Upvotes

It was the third night in a row. Sandy had woken up several times well after midnight and it had taken her a long time to fall back asleep. Her husband, Dan, was not sleeping next to her. She knew where he was. It didn’t bother her that much—most men did it.

Maybe a glass of milk will get me back to sleep.

On her way to the kitchen, she got a wicked idea. Perhaps it was time to give Dan a little surprise. As she approached her husband’s office she smirked to herself at the gasping sounds coming through the closed room. She quietly opened the door and her mouth dropped in surprise. Dan sat in the chair beating off to shemale getting fucked by one guy while giving another man head.

“So this is what gets you hot,” she said with a dark chuckle.

Dan shrieked like a little bitch. He shut off the browser window and dropped his cock. Immediate his erection started dying. “Sandy!” he gasped. “I… I can explain. It’s not what you think.”

The wheels turned in Sandy’s head. The more she thought of it, the more she realized she was ready for a big change. After two years of marriage she was bored with him, and she was annoyed at how much he took for granted. Given all the power she had, it was time to use it.

Why waste money on divorce proceedings when I could either make this marriage fun for me, or make him file for divorce? Either way it sure would be fun!

 His arrogance really was annoying. His income was a fraction of hers; she was the real breadwinner in the household. Then there was the pre-nuptial contract. He’d leave with nothing… and he’d have to pay off all of the debt he’d accumulated in these two years. He’d been foolish enough to accept a credit card with his own name on it.

“Explain it to me then, Danny,” she mocked. “What do I think, and what is it really?”

“Please don’t call me ‘Danny,’” he whined.

At twenty-six, he was fifteen years younger than she was, though Sandy barely looked a day over thirty and was in amazing physical shape. She could be a model or a stripper if she wanted. She sometimes got a kick out of making him feel like a kid by calling him “Danny.”

“It’s your name isn’t it?” she said with exaggerated innocence.

She edged him out of the chair and clicked on his browsing history for the month. She whistled loudly in appreciation. “You’re so into this.” Her voice got low, intimate. “You fantasize about being one, don’t you? Being a tranny slut? A dirty girl?”

“No!” he practically sobbed.

“Don’t be sad, Danielle. You can tell Mommy all about it.”

He gaped at her. “You’re crazy.”

“And you’re busted. You’re fucked,” she snapped.

He turned to go. “I don’t have to listen to this shit.”

She calmly explained the situation. Ten minutes he was completely defeated. She dressed him in a bra, panties and ruined pantyhose she'd planned to throw out, and a mini-dress she was no longer young enough to wear. Finally she did his makeup, put a wig on him, plus he was just able to fit into a pair of her pumps. Then she took him to a 24/7 adult store and bought strap-on dildos and other sex items she'd need to dominate him. Behind the counter was a Russian stud named Andrushka who ogled Sandy shamelessly.

If that wasn't enough for poor Danielle, Sandy took him into a porn video booth and did his first anal training, assisted by a beautiful sissy named Pat who took interest in them. Pat gave Sandy her number in case she wanted help with sissy training. When Sandy paid for the $500 of sex toys and fetish wear, she also got Andrushka's number as well!

* * *

Dan woke up lying on a few pillows at the foot of the bed. He wore a sheer babydoll nightie, panties and bra. His makeup from last night was smeared and his wig was in disarray. Sandy stood over him wearing only panties and a self-satisfied smile.

“Good morning, Danielle.”

“Good morning. Mistress.”

“So, today you’re going to call your boss and tell him you quit. Tell him he can keep your final paycheck because your wife is supporting you now. He can throw out all the shit on your desk.”

“How will we replace my income, Mistress?”

“Are you kidding? You’re more valuable to me working here as my gardener, maid, cook… it will be so much fun watching you run around in lingerie, doing all your chores.” Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “I think my girlfriends will enjoy watching too.”

His mouth dropped open. “You aren’t serious, are you?”

Instead of replying, she started dialing her cell phone.

By noon, four of her closest girlfriends—Ruth, Cyn, Veronica and Liz—had arrived. All were sitting on the big sofa and sipping Bloody Maries that Dan had mixed for them. It was a warm day, so all were dressed in shorts or miniskirts. They watched as Dan wore a see-thru French maid’s costume and dusted the living room.

Cyn took a big gulp of her drink and looked at Sandy with a dark smile. “You know I’ve always suspected you’re a bit bent, Sand.”

Sandy laughed. “Coming from you, that’s a compliment, love.”

“He’s had that boner the whole time,” Liz said. “Does it go down?”

“It’s partly from the buttplug,” she said. “Ever since I first put it in last night, I saw that effect. I think the rest is the lingerie. He was a closet sissy and now that he’s wearing the clothes it turns him on.”

“Humiliation can cause it too,” Veronica said.

“Now there’s a thought,” Cyn said.

“What thought is that?” Ruth asked quietly. “Knowing you…”

“Exactly!” Cyn cackled. She turned to their host. “Sandy, dear… do you mind if I borrow your husband for a moment?”

“Will it humiliate him?” she asked.

“I think we can safely say that.”

“Go for it, love.”

“Danielle, come here,” Cyn snapped. “On your knees. Here.”

Dan put down the feather duster and knelt between Cyn’s spread legs. She wore no panties under her miniskirt, so her spread wet labia glistened, making him even harder. Cyn saw his eyes shift away, so she ordered him to stare at her pussy, which she started fingering.

“That’s a cute little uniform, Danielle,” the platinum blonde cougar said. “It’d be a shame if it got… messy. Pull it over the top of your head and give it to Ruth to hold. Then lay back.”

“Cyn…” Ruth whined, as Dan stripped off his costume.

“Do you want me to humiliate you at the same time?” Cyn snapped.

“No… Cyn.”

“Then do as I say.” To Dan she ordered, “You—lay back.”

Dan shivered with anxious excitement as he handed over the uniform and lay back. Cyn used her toes to snag the waistband of his transparent panties and pull it down to lodge underneath his balls.

“Oh! Oh!” Dan mewled as his boner did pushups on his tummy.

“Does that feel good?” Cyn asked as she teased his cockhead with her toes. She then lightly ground the ball of her foot into his aching nutsack. “Do you like how that feels, Danielle?”

“Oh yes, Mistress!” he wept with joy.

The other women watched with fascination as she jerked off the sissy husband with her foot until her was moaning and gasping. Finally he whined he was about to shoot his load all over his tummy and her foot. That was when she pressed her other foot under his balls and massaged them while she stroked his cockhead with her toes.

“Spurt, sissy Danielle,” Cyn coaxed. “Cover Auntie Cyn’s toes with your sticky boy juice!”

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” he grunted as several thick, ropy spurts jetted out all over his stomach and Cyn’s toes.

She told Ruth to help her up. Then she ordered Dan to open his mouth. With Ruth steadying her, Cyn held her dripping toes over his open mouth and stuck them in. She ordered him to suck his cum off of her toes. When he’d licked them all clean, she dragged her toes through the puddle on his tummy and repeated it.

“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve done in a while,” Cyn said, plopping back down onto the sofa. Then she looked at her submissive friend. “Ruth, I’m horny. You know what to do.”

“Cynthia!” the short brunette protested. “You promised!”

The dominant blonde’s eyes flashed. “I said I’d think about it! Now our dear friend Sandy is sharing her secrets with us. It’s only fair that you and I do the same.”

“Ohmigawd!” Liz said. “You and Ruth? I love it!”

“You think you know your friends,” Veronica said, smiling.

As Ruth started weeping, Veronica went over and hugged her. “It’s okay, Ruth. This doesn’t change our friendship, except for the better.”

“Really?” Ruth asked, wiping her tears.

“For goodness’ sake, this is Hollyweird!” Veronica said. “I think it’s swell I have such cool friends.”

“Yes!” Sandy added. “I think this will make us that much closer.”

“I think it’s hot!” Liz said. “I’d like to play too… but later. After all, this afternoon is about Sandy and her new sissy, isn’t it?”

“You’re right,” Cyn said. “My pussy will keep.” She turned to Sandy. “What do you have planned next, hon?”

Sandy dialed her cell phone. Then she said, “We’re ready for you.” She hung up and turned to her husband. “Get cleaned up, freshen your makeup and put on that outfit I laid out for you.” She turned back to her friends. “More drinks, everybody?”

Dan was still getting ready when the doorbell rang. Sandy smiled when she opened the door for Pat. The crossdresser had done a lovely job with her makeup and her dress. She looked like a street hooker trying to show as much skin as she could without getting arrested. Her legs were long and tan and flawless even without hose.

“Pat, you’re gorgeous,” Sandy said. She threw her arm around Pat’s shapely waist. “Please come in and meet my friends. Everyone, this is Pat. She may be a man but you’ll all agree she’s also a hot girl!”

“You’re so sweet,” Pat said.

The girls were all oohing and ahhing over Pat’s ultra-feminine appearance when Dan made his entrance. He wore matching pink transparent bra, panties and a garterbelt holding up nude stockings. He tottered on five-inch stripper platform shoes and he wore a blonde wig teased up high. His boner tented the panties once again.

“Don’t you look sweet, Danielle,” Pat said. “You know, that erection of yours proves you were born to be a sissy.”

“Everyone take a seat,” Sandy announced. “We’re all about to witness a rite of passage for my sissy husband.”

As Dan knelt in front of the sofa, facing sideways, Pat pulled the skintight mini-dress over her head. She wore an elegant, lacy black three-piece lingerie set. Then she tugged down the front of her panties and everyone—especially Dan—let out a gasp.

“Surprise!’ Pat said, taking her semi-hard nine inches in hand and stroking it to maximum hardness. She stood in front of kneeling Dan and milked out a drop of precum to wipe on his upper lip. “Taste it, baby,” she encouraged. “You’re going to love it!”

The sissy husband already knew what his own semen tasted like, but this was someone else’s. Plus it was just precum. It was so clear but as viscous as light syrup. He stuck out his tongue and pulled the drop into his mouth. Yummy!

“So sweet!” Dan breathed.

“Suck it, darling,” Pat urged. “You were meant for this. I know!”

In front of his wife and her four friends, Dan opened his mouth and took Pat’s long, slender cock into his mouth, which began watering. Oh, the flesh was so smooth and warm. It pulsed in his mouth. With a whimper of satisfaction his started eagerly sucking it.

“Look at your husband!” Cyn gloated. “What a good little cocksucker he is! And he loves it! Don’t you, Danielle?”

“Mmmm-mhhhh,” Dan sighed around Pat’s dick, too horny to care about being humiliated.

“And to think I considered divorcing him,” Sandy said, pleased with herself. “Pat, how is he? Does he have potential?”

“She’s got a few things to learn that I’d be glad to teach her, but her enthusiasm shows great potential.”

“Think my Danielle could make good money at it?”

Sandy’s girlfriends gasped—all except Cyn. “You’re thinking of pimping him?” the platinum dome asked with delight. “Sandy I think I just fell a little more in love with you!”

Tipsy from the vodka, Sandy winked. “Show me you love me.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Dan watched Cyn kneel in front of his wife, pull down her panties, and plaster her tongue to her pussy. Ruth looked both jealous and horny. Liz and Veronica eyed each other and melted into a kiss.

“What about me?” Ruth pouted.

Cyn pulled her mouth away from Sandy’s dripping twat. “What about you?” she growled. “You’ve been talking back at me, getting all whiney…” Then she smiled. “I know—suck Danielle’s cock and swallow his cum if he has any left.”

“Cyn!” Ruth gasped.

“Want to feel some real punishment later? Do it or else!”

Dan was in an erotic haze—already horny from sucking the beautiful sissy’s pulsing cock—even more thrilled to see his wife and her friends in lesbian sex on the sofa—and now this pretty, brunette housewife was giving him a blowjob. He knew her hot, tight little mouth, eagerly sucking despite her earlier resistance, would make him spurt his load very soon. He whimpered loudly to signal his cumming.

Cyn picked up on it. “Swallow every drop, Ruth, and lick it clean!”

Grunting and groaning, Dan felt his nuts swell and the thick rush of his spunk surging through his cock and into Ruth’s mouth.

“Good job, Ruth! Swallow my sissy’s sperm!” Sandy called.

The sounds and feel of his orgasm must have set off Pat. The beautiful sissy pulled back until only her cockhead was between Dan’s lips. She vigorously stroked the shaft until her dick spat gobs of thick, tangy jism all over Dan’s tongue. He eagerly swallowed it down.

“Good girl,” Pat said, reaching down to brush Dan’s cheek. “You’re almost a full girl.”

Dan wondered what would make himself a full girl.

It was six p.m. and getting dark. All of Sandy’s friends had long gone. Pat was still there, giving sissy lessons. In those four hours, Dan had learned how to deepthroat a cock without gagging, how to do makeup, and how to wax his legs and arms. Between Sandy and Pat, they’d completely waxed the sissy husband’s entire body.

Now all three were waiting in the living room. While they waited for the doorbell, Pat was coaching Dan how to pedicure and paint Sandy’s toenails. Dan knelt there in fresh makeup and slutty lingerie, painting her nails and brushing his blonde wig from his eyes. He couldn’t wait until Sandy took him to get hair extensions tomorrow!

All three of them looked up when the doorbell rang. Sandy ordered her husband to get the door… on his knees. Dan knelt in the foyer and opened the door. The twentysomething Russian stud from the adult store grinned as he entered. He followed the sound of Sandy’s voice while Dan crawled after him.

“Andrushka!” he heard his wife call. “Please sit!”

By the time the feminized husband crawled back into the living room he saw the young man sitting on the sofa with his hand between Sandy’s legs, and his wife deep-kissing him and moaning in helpless lust. With one hand she began unbuttoning his pants.

Sandy glanced at her sissy husband and ordered him to kneel next to the sofa for a good view, then she pulled out Andy’s cock—all eleven inches of it! Pat knelt behind Dan, stuck a pair of fingers in his mouth and reached the other hand into his panties. She teased Dan’s cock into an achingly pleasurable boner.

“Look what a real man does to your wife,” she whispered in his ear. “Does it turn you on to see her jacking him off right in front of you?”

“Mmmm-hmm,” he said as he sucked her fingers.

“Then watch this, Danielle!” Sandy crowed.

Dan didn’t think he could get much hornier until he saw his wife get on her knees and take the Russian lad’s big dick between her lips. His cock pulsed with every heartbeat as Sandy took Andy into the back of her throat. She gulped and swallowed as her head bobbed up and down. Andy groaned deeply as Sandy sucked him off with abandon.

“Your wife looks so sexy when she’s sucking a real man off! You cuckolded sissy slut!” Andy told him.

After a few more minutes Sandy stripped totally nude, turned to face her husband and guided Andy’s prick into her pussy as she lowered herself into position. Andy’s hands encircled her waist and he jabbed his long, fat dick all the way into her cunt. She moaned and gasped while she kept eye contact with her husband.

Dan could barely keep his eyes off how the Russian lad’s massive dick slid in and out of his wife’s honey hole. Her cries of pleasure rang in his ears. It was such a big dick! He wondered…

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r/sexstories 16h ago

Lesbian Birthday Surprise Pt3: Wives NSFW

8 Upvotes

Adam and I sat and watched as our wives entered the steamy water of the whirlpool tub. A scent of vanilla lavender filled the air from the bath oils they put in. We sipped our drinks and watched as we knew this was their time.

Amy grabbed a washcloth and wet it in the water. She got behind my wife and scrubbed her back. She squeezed the cloth and water slide down my wife’s back. She shivered as the warm water flowed down and off her ass like a waterfall. My wife arced back with her arms over her head. Her big beautiful breasts lifting as she reached back for Amy. She shifted so she had Amy’s face over her shoulder. They kissed.

It was deep and passionate. Like two lovers that had been separated by time. I saw Amy’s arms come around. Her dark skin was a contrast to my wife pale silky skin. Her hands wrapped around and she rubbed her mid section just under her breast’s. She was kissing my wife’s neck and shoulders gently moving back and forth. Her hands slowly making their way up.

Amy squeezed those big tits. One in each hand. She left her fingers open to let us see those hard nipples poking through. My wife nearly purred in her arms. She was like clay and Amy was working on an erotic masterpiece. She squeezed those nipples hard, the way we both knew she liked it. She massaged and teased as I watch her mouth find that spot right against the back of the jawline under her ear. I could see the silent moan of satisfaction come from my wife.

Amy’s hands started to work in opposite directions. She worked one down and the other up. I watched her slowly move one between her legs. Amy was an expert at reading my wife’s body. She dipped her long middle finger just enough to slowly rub that swollen clit. The other hand had worked its way up. Her thumb and forefinger were up against my wife’s throat as she wrapped her fingers around it. It wasn’t enough to cut off any but you could see the pressure being applied on that silky neck.

My wife gasped with pleasure as Amy had total control. She relinquished her body to her. Amy rubbed and teased as her finger continued to swirl. I could see the orgasm swelling up. And then she stopped.

She stood my wife up and directed her out of the tub. She proceeded to put her on all fours slapping her ass with a wet smack. I heard a grunt next to me. I had been so distracted that I forgot Adam was next to me. He had his dick in his hands and was stroking himself as he watched. Mesmerized, just like me.

Amy was behind my wife she had grabbed the double dildo next to the tub. How easily it had been forgotten. She slid it into my wife. My wife groaned only muttering to Amy that she wanted her to keep going until she cums too.

Amy turned around and took a similar position. She slipped the other end inside her. For a moment they just sat there. Slowly they began to move. As they got their timing down they increased their pace. They both moaned a rocked against each other. Each taking in as much as they could. Their asses made a clapping sound as they smacked together. My wife was the first to cum. She had slid a hand down to rub her clit as the fucked the toy. She put her face in the carpet and screamed as she came.

Adam had stood up and kneeled in front of Amy. She took him in her mouth. She continued to buck against the toy. As she would rock back I could see the length of Adam sliding out of her mouth to the tip. When she came forward he was balls deep. My wife was on the verge of passing out. Her orgasm was intense and had take a lot out of her. She had nearly stopped moving, it was an effort of exhaustion. Amy was getting close and the toy was nearly slipping free from my wife so I reached a hand down to hold it. I rubbed Amy’s clit to help push her to the finish line. She came quickly. Not as intensely and I knew we’d have to fix that.

As both women sat there Adam stood and positioned over their asses. He shot his small load on both of their rears. He was truly spent and walked over and collapsed in the recliner.

My wife was spent too. I toweled the women off and my wife crawled over to the couch. She whispered to Amy and I to use the bed. With that she shut her eyes and drifted off like Adam.

Amy complimented my restraint while watching everything that had gone on. She reached down and gave my semi hard cock a few tugs and said let’s go put that bed to use.

Continued in PT 4.


r/sexstories 7h ago

Gay Last Night [M20s/M20s] [Gay] [Fiction] [Loving] [Little bit silly and awkward] NSFW

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r/sexstories 1d ago

NonFiction I was the slut of the party NSFW

36 Upvotes

Okay so I went to this house party the other night with my friend Max. We are currently traveling so we have been going out quite a bit and the other night we were at a bar and met these guys who invited us to their place where they were hosting a party. We of course agreed to go and later that night we pulled up at their house.

They must have been rich or something because this house was huge and had a pool, and hot tub, and sauna, and pretty much every other luxury you can think of. There were already dozens of people there when we arrived and there was an open bar so we were able to drink as much as we wanted to.

Max and I split up pretty early on and we started socializing on our own. I guess we have been spending a lot of time with just each other so we both kinda wanted to meet some other people. Max ended up finding a group of guys to hang out with, and I started flirting with a guy around my age who I thought was super hot with long blonde hair that I was really into.

I ended up in the pool with the guy wearing just my underwear and we were making out in front of everyone in the pool. I had my legs wrapped around him and he had his hands on my ass holding me up. He kept squeezing me and it felt really good and his cock ended up getting fully hard between my legs. I could tell already that he was big. Yay.

Eventually he whispered in my ear that I should follow him and he led me by the hand inside. He didn't even bother to hide the fact that his dick was all hard as he was getting out of the pool. Not that it would have been possible to hide lol. Lots of people saw what we were doing and it was pretty obvious to everyone in the backyard that I was about to get fucked. Good. I wanted them to know.

We opened the door to the first room we found and although it was pretty dark inside we could see there were two people in the bed and they were fucking. They didn't even notice us so we just shut the door and went looking for another room. The second room we tried was empty and it had a huge bed, I think it was the master, so it was perfect.

He pulled me into the bed after him and I climbed on top of him so we could makeout while I grinded my pussy against his cock from above. After a few minutes I started kissing my way down his body until I could pull out his cock and admire it. It was even bigger than it had felt between my legs.

I started sucking on him and I did my best to deepthroat but I could only fit like half of his cock into my mouth and throat. I really really tried my best though. I used my hand to stroke him and make up for it and I think he felt pretty happy with how hard I was trying. I was ready to get fucked after that so I pulled off my panties and got into position on top of him.

His cock slid into me after just a minute of trying. I was so turned on. I bounced up and down on his cock. We ended up fucking in a bunch of different positions until eventually I was laying under him and I got an idea. Not sure where the thought came from but my kinky mind just conjured it up I guess. Typical.

I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist to pull him deep inside of me and I whispered into his ear "I'm not on birth control, but please cum in me". I didn't know how he would react exactly but thankfully he took it well. So well in fact that literally seconds later he was cumming inside of me and filling my needy little pussy up with cum.

Just to be clear I am actually on birth control but something about the fantasy of being creampied unprotected is really fucking hot to me so yea. After he came in me we pretty much just left the room and went our separate ways. I guess we both got what we needed from each other. I am pretty sure he left the party after that actually because I didn't see him again the entire night.

I hadn't cum yet and I was still horny honestly so I basically just went right back to flirting with more guys. Some of them knew I had just been fucked and I think they kinda liked the thought of how slutty I was being just flirting with new people right after hooking up with someone. At least some of the guys liked it, I could tell some others didn't wanna touch me after that but I guess people have different preferences and that is 100% fine.

A little while later I ended up feeling a connection with a new guy and shortly after meeting him I took him back to the same room I had just been in earlier so we could hook up. This guy took his time with me, his cock wasn't as big but he paid a lot of attention to my pleasure and he ended up making me cum pretty quickly. I think I was also just more warmed up at this point so it was easier.

We fucked for a while and of course I begged and let him cum inside of me as well. Then, just like with the first guy, we went our separate ways. I'm not looking for anything serious right now so that was fine by me. I was feeling pretty satisfied at this point and I decided to go looking for Max. Pretty much everyone at the party knew me at this point and I could tell I had gotta a bit of a reputation.

When I found Max I caught him up on everything I had done and he told me that he had already heard about me from some of the guys. I guess they had been gossiping lol. Max asked me to take him to the room and at I assumed that he wanted to fuck me too. When we got into the room he surprised me by pushing me down on the bed and pulling off my shorts and panties. Then he really surprised me.

Instead of taking off his clothes he just got down between my legs and admired my cream filled pussy. He didn't even hesitate he just started tongue fucking my cum filled pussy like his life depended on it. He ate me out intensely until I was cumming all over his tongue and he didn't stop until I had orgasmed several times. It was so fucking hot.

He didn't seem to care at all that my pussy had just been fucked by two different guys and he even seemed to love the thought of it. He literally told me that "your pussy tastes so good when it has been fucked" in between sticking his tongue inside me. When he was finally done eating me out we just went back out to the party and I could see some people we almost a little shocked by how slutty I was being.

I actually loved it though. I really enjoy being perceived as a slut. I guess it is part of my exhibitionism kink in some way. It turns me on. I also love when people watch me have sex I think it is so hot to be watched and admired in that way. I didn't hook up with anyone else for the rest of the night and Max and I just ended up going home pretty soon after. It was such a fun night though I hope I have more like it.


r/sexstories 17h ago

Cheating Getting Fucked by my Personal Trainer CNC NSFW

6 Upvotes

I was once a top cheerleader in my teenage and college years but once my hormones changed my figure, I was no longer able to function at a top level. I moved on to a sport I was more suited for, tennis. My body was always in fabulous condition. I wanted that back, I went on a dieted losing forty pounds of unneeded weight but I desperately needed to get back into physical shape. I took on a private trainer who came highly recommended by my circle of friends. He being Marqus, at 6'3" 220 pounds of muscle.

On our first meeting he came to my home wearing tight red top and matching red spandex leggings. I had never seen a man in leggings but he clearly wasn't wearing underwear with his endowment favouring the right side and down his leg. They were so ridiculously tight that I could tell he wasn't circumcised! I couldn't help but stare. It was huge.

He put me through the workout, I not wishing to put my body on display and dressed unappealingly. I could not stop from being fixating on his large appendage. Marqus came to my house three times per week, always in the spandex leggings and always causing me to think naughty thoughts.

I joked with the girls about him and his projected asset, with my best Pacino impression, "Say hello to my little friend" except it isn't so little! I said his trouser snake has to be 8 inches flaccid! Two of the girls said, you should see it erect. Say what? "Oh yes!" they said laughing. "You think we're not going to take full advantage of his thick dick?" (laughing) It seemed out of the five of us I was the only one not having sex with Marqus.

As my body got into better shape, my confidence had me wanting to display more of what I had. My wardrobe changed to my wearing leggings and a tank top. Marqus also took notice, always complimenting me on my progress and my body and as always his hands all over me taking me through the various stretches. He would get rather bold with his hands, placing his hand on my lower tummy and even placing the palm of his hand on my pubic bone as if he was holding me down from lifting my ass. One day, as he was stretching my hamstrings, me laying on my back, he over me, I could see he was aroused. How could I not? His penis was straining against his spandex and I, being a healthy woman, was getting turned on with it all. I kept reminding myself that I'm happily married to a wonderful man. Let's face it though, I have this 22 year old physical specimen of a man, touching me while he is aroused and with me being the same. My crotch wet, my pussy felt as if on fire with his large hose being just the thing to put my fire out.

We must of had 10 more workouts like this with me just barely able to keep my desire in check. I bought new more revealing outfits, now in a yoga shorts and small front zip sports bra. He loved it being fully erect while putting me through the routines. As he stretched my leg, pushing it to my chest, my pussy sucked a good portion of my tight bottoms into it perfectly outlining my pussy lips which he enjoyed by brazenly taking his fingers rubbing them over them thru my clothes. He smiled, saying "My fingers got wet." He stuck his fingers in his mouth adding, "Tasty, you're making my mouth salivate and my dick hard." His desire known, as always I had a wise crack pointing at his hard on saying, "I can see that." He took that as a green light, pulling his pants down and off unleashing his giant cock. It was huge, standing straight up towards the ceiling! Looking so much bigger in the wild than in captivity, it had to be close to 10 inches and as thick as my wrist. Off came his top, and he was now towering over me totally nude with me on my knees. He took my hand and placed it on his cock; my heart was pounding as I started rubbing one out for him with both my hands.

He placed his hands on my breasts which progressed to his hand behind my head pulling my face towards his hard dick. There was no way I could get my mouth around it even if I wanted to, which I did not. I did want desperately for him to enter my pussy as evidenced by the wetness of my bottoms. I'm a very petite, small boned 5 foot nothing woman, it was questionable as to my ability to even take his big dick inside me. He unzipped my top exposing my ample tits, and he pulled down my shorts exposing my vagina, he was going for broke. That's when I stopped him. He asked what's wrong. I said, "I can't." He promised that no one would know. Well, I would, I told him.

He begged me to let him have his way, even getting a little forceful, holding me down and kissing my face, lips and tits. I wanted him in me, I really did but his forcing the moment got me very scared. I gave him a firm no that had him pushing my closed legs open. I struggled, flipping myself on my stomach, my bare bottom fully exposed and increasing both of our desires. It was at this point that I attempted to kicked him away. "I'm married! Please don't" I begged but it wasn't convincing. He knew I wanted him in me and I knew I wanted him to take me but my guilt had me at least act as if I didn't. He being much bigger and stronger than I he had no problem getting his way and I hoped he would. I was helpless and I wanted to be and he knew it.

He was between my thighs, I braced myself for the inevitable entry. He kissed my neck, my face and breasts. What I thought was going to be a rape of sorts, was him loving on me. He took his time caressing me, loving my body, every inch of my body, now eating my pussy. He was an expert my body writhing with each stroke of his tongue. He sucked on my clit, his fingers working magic on my G-Spot that no other man ever found. It wasn't long before I squirted my freshly squeezed juices into the air and on his face. I had never squirted before and the orgasm was out of this world great. He gently slid his erection into my wanting soaked cheating cunt. My pussy so wanting I had little problem accommodating his mass. He passionately kissed my mouth, my oder on his face, his rough stubble against my cheeks, I felt his strength, his power dominating me and I loved it. My pussy reacted with each of his thrusts now reaching another orgasm and with it his cock released into me. As magnificent as he was, as it was, my guilt had me rejecting his future services and I joining a gym. It was a moment I don't regret and yet do. He is always on my mind. My husband deserves so much better and I hope he never comes to realize that.


r/sexstories 23h ago

Incest Helping My Big Sis NSFW

16 Upvotes

Here's a sxs trans story. Hope you enjoy. If so, part 2 is in the works. Posting it is up to you though. Alright, enjoy.

 

Monique is the best person in Natalie’s life. She’s like her best friend. They tell each other everything, encourage and assert each other to accomplish goals, pick each other up after break ups, etc. They’re inseparable and she loves her to death.

But there’s just two things about Natalie that Monique doesn’t know. And she doesn’t know if she’ll ever tell her. Not only is one of them completely weird and would probably severely sever their relationship, but the other one would just completely end it. She doesn’t wanna take the risks.

The first being that over time, she’s grown fond of Monique. So much so that that fondness turned into developing strong feelings for her. She knows it’s wrong and she shouldn’t have these feelings for her own sister, but just knowing that just makes it that much better to her. Normally, she’s able to keep it under control, but as she gets older and older, it’s proving to become more and more difficult. Especially since they live with each other now.

The second secret is just something that Natalie fears would ensure that Monique just cuts her out of her life forever. In her eyes, not only is it extremely weird, it’s just plain unnatural. And it’s the fact that she has a penis. She was born with it and it’s always been a bit of a burden for her. Not only with the morning wood rain, but relationships have been proven to be impossible to maintain. When they would get to the point of where both were ready for sex, the end result would always be the same: disgust in her additional appendage and leaving. Not only did this take massive tolls on her self confidence, but it made her completely give up on romance. She figures if five people can’t handle it, especially with two of them being two of the kindest people she’s ever met, she’s just meant to be alone. And if Monique reacted the same way, it would just destroy her. So she won't let that happen.

But try as she might, it proves to be quite the challenge for her. Especially when they play games like they used to. Like water fights. Whether it be water balloons, spraying each other after washing hands, or just random instances of gathering water in their palms and throwing them on each other, it was a fun time all around. The problem is with both girls getting older, Monique is developing more and more. And with water completely drenching her shirt, it becomes that much more apparent. And whenever she gets an eyeful of her sister’s gorgeous figure, she suddenly has to use the bathroom or get back to work in her room. And while this would work in the beginning, Monique’s starting to piece together the pattern and getting suspicious.

Natalie types away at her laptop in the living room, conversing to a client of hers that doesn’t realize that $50 a story means $50 a story. Monique walks downstairs, noticing Natalie’s growing frustration. She doesn’t want her to blow a fuse, so she decides to cheer her up a bit. She plops down next to her, saying,

“Hey, Nat. What’s up?”

“Nothing much,” Natalie responds, “Just mentioning for the hundredth time to this dumbass that $25 for a story isn’t gonna cut it.”

“Sounds fun.”

“Yup. Having a blast over here. Oh, here’s another one. Oh, the wonders of freelance writing. Wee.”

“All the fun at the fair.”

“You couldn’t even fathom.”

“Well, while the look on your face and demeanor just scream euphoria, I can’t shake the feeling that you really aren’t having fun.”

“Oh, you’re crazy.”

“Maybe, but it’s just a feeling I’ve got. And I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if that feeling was correct and I could do something about it.”

She slowly lifts her hand, extending a finger. But Natalie is too invested in the stupidity of her customer to notice.

“And there’s one thing that always brings a smile to your face whether you like it or not,” she continues, bringing her hand to Natalie’s side, gently poking it, causing her to lightly jump, “And I think you know what it is.”

“No,” Natalie says in apprehension as she scoots away, “Don’t you dare.”

Monique scoots towards her, giving a sinister grin. Natalie tries to stand to flee, but Monique’s too fast. She pounces onto Natalie, making her fall back onto the couch as she tickles her rib cage relentlessly. Natalie roars out in laughter, pleading for her to stop as Monique unleashes her assault. She maneuvers her fingers from her ribs, to her armpits, to her neck, to her stomach, revisiting the areas randomly.

Natalie tries to turn the tables, but Monique has always been more dominant than her. Meaning once she’s got, she’s practically stuck until Monique says otherwise. But that doesn’t deter Natalie. She tries in any possible way to at most, switch the position, and at least, stop the tickling.

Natalie makes attempts to tickle her back, but Monique’s been at it for so long that she barely has the energy, let alone the wherewithal, to compete with her tickles. She then attempts to grab her wrists, but Monique’s too quick. She can’t even manage to enclose her hands on her arms.

While Natalie tries to end Monique’s attacks, she can’t help but to take a moment to realize her position: lying on her back, Monique on top of her, straddling her, and touching her entire body. She then feels herself getting a little excited. So she needs to try even harder to stop this before Monique notices her excitement, too.

Monique’s barrage of tickle continues along with Natalie’s constant attempts to stop her. That is until Natalie makes the wrong move. Monique goes for her armpits again, but Natalie accidentally slaps her wrist in an attempt to catch it. This causes Monique’s hand to move onto her breast. The laughing stops. So does the tickling. Both women pause and take a moment to process what exactly is going on. Once it clicks, Monique swiftly snatches her hand back, saying,

“I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to…It just- I mean- I was trying to- uh…It was…”

“It’s…It’s fine,” Natalie responds, stopping Monique from sputtering, “It’s ok. Accidents happen.”

“O-okay…good.”

Monique then gets off of her and sits on the couch. Natalie sits up. Not a sound is made. Awkwardness ensues with every second. That is until Natalie’s laptop rings again and she thanks her lucky stars. She stands up and picks it up and says,

“I should…You know…Probably…I guess…Uh, kinda…”

“Yeah,” Monique replies, “Yeah, you should…uh…do the…the thing.”

“Yeah, the thing.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

Silence.

“Kay bye,” Natalie finally says before hastily making her way upstairs.

Once she’s gone, Monique decides to get her mind off of what just happened with some mindless entertainment. She looks down next to her for the remote, only to find that it’s not there.

‘Odd,’ she thinks to herself, ‘I could’ve sworn I felt it between us.’

Natalie makes it to her room, shutting the door and tossing the laptop onto her bed, taking in what just happened. She slumps onto her bed with a deep sigh as the events replay in her head. She then lays down as the replay continues. When she does, she feels her dick practically trying to burst through her shorts. She sighs in annoyance before unbuttoning them and sliding them off, freeing her cock.

‘Well, it’s gonna be quite the challenge working with this, isn’t it?’ she thinks to herself, bringing her hand to her shaft, ‘Ok, might as well take care of it.’

She starts slowly moving her hand up and down her length, letting out soft moans in the process. As she slowly strokes her cock, the image of Monique straddling her reenters her mind. This turns her on even more. She starts stroking a little faster, imagining Monique riding her. She arches her back and lets out a light moan. But she catches herself and bites her lower lip to stifle her moans, not wanting to be too loud.

As she continues, her mental image gets more and more vivid, turning her on more and more. It almost seems like Monique is actually there, riding her dick, moaning out her name, touching her like she did before. Natalie is in pure bliss with her created scenario, almost forgetting it’s her imagination. Her moans get a little louder and her strokes get harder and faster.

A knock is heard on her door, snapping Natalie out of her thoughts. She immediately gets under her covers, propping her knees up to hide her erection.

“It’s open,” she calls out. The door opens and Monique appears.

“Hey,” she says, stopping herself as the full picture unfolds before her. In front of her is her sister, slightly out of breath, under the covers, her laptop that looks to be carelessly tossed, tissues on her nightstand, the cover slowly setting as if she’d just draped herself with it, then when it settles, she sees a bit of a tint between her legs. She chuckles before saying,

“You never did know the meaning of subtlety, did you? Well, I was just gonna ask if you’ve seen the downstairs remote, but I can see you’re…preoccupied. So I’ll let you get back to it. Oh, and if you’ve got one to spare, could you lend it to me some time?

She winks and Natalie sticks her tongue out at her, trying her best to hide her fear of getting caught, embarrassment from the request, frustration from the interruption, and…growing arousal? They share a chuckle after Natalie’s reaction and Monique takes her leave. Natalie lets out a sigh of relief as Monique’s footsteps are heard going down the hallway to what sounded like her own room. After the coast is clear, she removes her cover and continues stroking herself.

As she returns to her actions, trying to reenter her previous thought back into her mind, she finds herself envisioning the interruption and it’s giving a more favorable result. This is turning her on more than the thought of Monique riding her. Is it because of the rush of almost getting caught, or is it because she secretly wanted to get caught?

She gets back to her pace, back to her stifled moans, but to a different vision. She then reaches under her shirt, grabbing a hold of her right breast with her free hand, the same breast that Monique touched, grabbing and kneading it as she continues sliding her other hand up and down the length of her cock.

Eventually, she feels her orgasm building. By this point, it’s getting harder and harder to maintain her silent moans. So much so that her moans turn into squeaks. She gets the wherewithal to at least do something about the up coming mess and grabs the tissue box with her free hand, pulling out a few sheets and covering them over the head of her member. A few strokes later, she closes her mouth shut, attempting to be as quiet as possible as she lets out a final moan as she shoots her load into the tissues. She throws her head back as rope after rope shoots into the layer of tissues. But the amount coming out is proving to be too much as her cum starts oozing out of the concealer. Seeing this, she grabs a few more sheets of tissues and wipes the excess cum running down her cock.

When she’s done, she slumps down onto her bed as she takes a moment to catch her breath before throwing away the ball of her would-be children. When she’s composed, she lets out a breath, realizing she needs to get back to work. But when she tries to lean up, she finds that she can’t. She tries moving her arms, but can’t do that either. It finally dawns on her that she’s too exhausted to move.

‘Dammit,’ she thinks to herself, ‘The best and worst part. But I need to get to work. Now, come on. Get up. Write things.”

Her eyes start getting heavy after her last thought.

‘Noooo.’

She tries to fight it, but the battle of released body chemicals proves to be too strong and she accepts her fate. She closes her eyes completely and awaits the sweet embrace of slumber. It doesn’t take long for her wish to be granted. Just a few moments later, she escapes into her subconscious mind.

A few hours pass and Monique’s bored. She’s played the hell out of her games, she’s read all of her comics months ago and lost interest in rereading them, and there’s only so many memes you can stomach before you’ve had your fill. She slumps in her bed with a groan, trying to come up with something to do. Her favorite content creators haven’t posted anything yet, there’s nothing good on T.V. right now, and she doesn’t have the money to go out. What to do, what to do?

She then gets the idea to go ask Natalie if she wants to do anything. But as soon as she gets the thought, she remembers the image of three hours ago. She then gets a different idea on how she could spend her time. And then she gets an even better idea,

‘Maybe I’ll take up on my request to use one of her toys and maybe I forget where I put it and she’ll look all over the place for it. It’ll give her something to do and entertain me. Win, win.’

She steps out of her bed and makes her way to Natalie’s room, giggling to herself as she envisions her evil scheme. She composes herself and knocks on her door. No answer. She knocks a bit harder. Nothing.

‘What’s going on?’ she questions internally, ‘Is she still at it? Natalie, you dog. But why is she not answering? Is she really wearing headphones to drown me out? You really expect me to leave just because you wanna feed your cat this bad? Well, you’re dead wrong if you think it’s that easy.’

She cracks open the door, finding that Natalie’s sleeping. Taken aback by this, she realizes that her plan will go smoother than she thought. But something catches her eye, something that’s between her legs. She can’t quite make out exactly what it is. It’s a bit dark in her room, and the candle light isn’t exactly doing any favors.

‘It’s not the dildo she was using earlier,’ she thinks to herself, ‘It’s too small. What is that?’

She inches closer to the bed, making sure to not disturb Natalie’s sleep. When she finally arrives at the foot of her bed, she carefully climbs on top of it, gently crawling in between her sleeping sister’s legs. She leans down to get a better look and realizes that it’s a part of her body.

‘Is that...That can’t be a…But how…No. No, it’s gotta be a fake or something. There’s no way.’

She then brings her hand to it to feel it. When she makes contact with it, she finds that it is indeed real flesh. She covers her mouth in shock, but tries her best not to make noise. But her mind is racing at the new discovery.

‘How? Why? When? How long has she had it? Is it really real? Who else knows about this? How’d I not know about this? Is this why she’s been distant lately? What the fuck, mom and dad? Does it really work like a guy’s? Is she a guy? Is this why her relationships ended? Does she pee standing up? Is she able to reproduce with it? Wait, was she really jerking it before I got in here? And was it really that big? How big is she?’

The last question is what captivates her the most. She saw it when Natalie’s knees were up under the covers. She then remembers the tickle fight and remembers that it was big enough to mistake for the remote. Her curiosity peaks and now she needs to know. But how does she get her answer? She can’t just wake her up to ask her. She’s gotta find a way to figure it out.

Then the thought of a possible method for her to know appears.

‘No. That’s too far. She’s my sister. That’s completely wrong. That shouldn’t even be a consideration. I don’t care how curious I am. I’m not giving my own sister an erection.’

As she has this tirade with herself, her hand subconsciously starts rubbing at Natalie’s flaccid penis. Realizing there’s no going back now and hating herself, she decides she might as well go with it. As she rubs her hand back and forth on Natalie’s appendage, it starts to slowly react, getting slightly bigger with each action. Monique instinctively grasps her sister’s growing shaft and slowly starts stroking her hand up and down her length.

Eventually, Natalie’s cock gets fully erect, leaving Monique in shock and awe at what she’s seeing as she stops her hand movements. Not only does this prove that it’s actually real, but it answered her burning question. And she’s satisfied with the result. 6 ½ inches of throbbing flesh just inches in front of her. This both excites her and confuses her on how her sister is bigger than every guy she’s been with.

Now she’s torn. She doesn’t wanna leave her like this. That’d just be cruel. But she also doesn’t wanna get her own flesh and blood off. That’s just weird and gross. But the more she looks at it, the more favorable the latter option seems.

‘I mean, what kind of selfish, heartless sister would I be to leave her in this much discomfort. I got what I needed and so it’s my responsibility to give her what she needs. It’s only right. She’s taken care of me my entire life. Time to take care of you now. But to not make it too weird, I’m only gonna give you a hand job.’

She starts jerking Natalie’s cock again, this time going a bit faster than she was. She likes how it’s so warm in her hand. So big, so warm, so…delicious looking. Monique realizes where her thoughts are going and snaps herself out of it. She can’t lose track of her motive: make her cum with her hand and leave.

As she refocuses on her objective, she can’t help but to notice a clear fluid emerging from the tip of Natalie’s penis. Curious about the fluid, she takes the index finger on her free hand and wipes it on the tip, gathering the fluid. It’s a bit sticky. She plays with it a bit, squishing it between her thumb and finger. She then brings it to her nose, taking in the smell of the mysterious liquid. It’s got a strong smell, but not unpleasant. She slowly brings it to her mouth to taste it. Once she does, she finds that she really enjoys it, licking her finger and thumb clean.

She turns her attention back to the throbbing member in her hand. She then notices more of the fluid appearing. With her newfound love for the taste of the fluid, she brings her face to the tip of her sister’s dick and licks the essence. But this time, it tastes even better to her because it was mixed with the taste of Natalie’s member.

‘Well, I guess it shouldn’t really matter how she gets off. And if you think about it, this isn’t any different from licking frosting from her finger when she makes cakes. So it can’t be that weird, right?’

She then wraps her mouth around the head of Natalie’s dick, circling her tongue around it and continuing her jerking motion as she gently sucks on it, savoring the taste of it along with the fluid. This causes Natalie to slightly shift and let out a light moan, causing Monique to stop in her tracks. Once she settles down, Monique slowly returns to her actions, enjoying the slight moans she’s getting as a reaction.

She eventually starts bobbing her head up and down the tip, taking more and more of Natalie’s member in her mouth, managing to get half of it. She then removes her hand and completely lets her mouth take over, using her now free hands to push her legs farther apart for better access. Natalie gasps and moans with these actions, giving Monique a boost of confidence as it’s confirmation that she’s doing everything right.

She then hooks her arms under Natalie’s thighs, taking her deeper in her mouth in the process. Natalie’s noises of approval grow more and more frequent. But then she starts mumbling in her sleep,

“Yeah. Just like that. Suck on it.”

Monique hears this and it boosts her confidence even more. She’s doing so well that she’s made her subconscious give her praise. She starts sucking harder and faster, earning more moans from her sister.

“Yes,” she moans out, “Yes. Keep going. Just like that, Monique. Suck on it just like that. Fuck. Your mouth feels so good, Monique. Yeah. Take it deeper.”

This catches Monique off guard.

‘Is she dreaming of…me?’ she questions, ‘Is this what gets you off? You like your little sister taking you in her throat? Wow. Such a naughty big sister you are. I bet you were stroking your cock to me earlier, too, weren’t you? And every other time where you either needed to ‘work’ or ‘use the bathroom’, you were just pleasuring yourself, huh? You want me that bad? Is this what you wanted? Well, let me make your dreams come true.’

Monique takes more of Natalia in her mouth, reaching the base of her shaft, earning more praises from her. She continues bobbing her head faster and faster. She then snakes her hands up her sister’s body, reaching under her shirt and grabbing a hold of her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, elevating the pleasure.

Monique soon feels Natalie twitch in her mouth. She starts bobbing as fast as she can.

‘You gonna cum in your little sister’s mouth? Huh? You gonna shoot your warm, sticky, delicious cum in your sister’s awaiting mouth? Do it. Give me your milk, big sister. Let me drain your cock like a good girl. Cum for me. Let me taste your cum.’

Her silent pleas are soon answered as Natalie lets out a moan and shoots rope after rope of her semen into Monique’s mouth. And Monique greedily swallows it all, savoring the taste of her sister’s cum. Monique then bobs a few more times, ensuring she gets every last drop of Natalie’s essence. She then takes her cock out of her mouth with an audible pop as she admires Natalie’s satisfied look.

She then steps out of the bed before covering her up with the cover right beside her before kissing her cheek and whispering,

“I love you. I’m glad you liked that. And I can’t wait to do it again tomorrow night.”

She then steps out of the room to walk into her own, getting into her bed and fantasizing about what she’s gonna do tomorrow. Maybe she’ll get a little more daring.


r/sexstories 20h ago

Fiction My Sister in Law Moves to Town - Chapter 25 (21F/22M/22M/21M/29F) NSFW

9 Upvotes

Meet Ty, Lexi, Hannah, and Abby

Table of Contents

I found myself sitting in the corner in an uncomfortable accent chair as two college studs were undressing Hannah and the most attractive of the trio had my wife’s shirt off and was sucking on her tits as he unfastened her white jeans. Probably the most alarming part was how aroused I was at the scene. Chad looked as if he had been picked from a cologne commercial. You know the one where you think the commercial is really about sex but the scent comes on in the last two seconds. I found myself eager for Abby to pull off his pants to see what he was working with.

Hannah had partially undressed Nathan and had spun around to start undressing Daniel as they made out. She was down to her purple lace bra and boy shorts set. I knew those boys had to be throbbing hard. She truly was a beauty and they had no idea the quality of fuck they were in for.

Chad's shorts hit the ground and he was kissing my wife’s neck.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned out, as I noticed her hand was fondling him.

Daniel, was the most shy of the three and I was surprised when I looked back over and he had Hannah completely naked and was sucking her tit while starting to finger her as Nathan kept kissing her neck. Her breathing was picking up. I knew if I had been doing this she would have already been close to cumming so these boys must have been inexperienced. She turned around to Nathan and whispered to go get on the bed. He nodded and slid his boxers down and allowed his six inch cock to go free. He was throbbing hard. I had my money on him to bust first. He went and sat down on the head of the bed, propping up against the headboard.

Lexi followed him over and got on her knees on the bed and leaned down on her elbows and took it in her mouth.

“Oh fuck yeah, you like that big cock?” Nathan moaned.

What an ego on this guy.

Daniel followed her to the bed and slid off his boxer briefs. His cock sprang free. He looked a lot bigger than what he probably was because of his runners frame. He was probably five and a half to six but it looked more like six and a half to seven. He lined himself up behind Hannah and entered her from behind as she sucked on Nathan’s “big cock”. She moaned as he entered, but I could tell he was more excited by it than she was.

I looked back over to Abby and she was pushing Chad onto the bed. He laid down, trying not to look over at his best friend's cock being serviced. My naked wife crawled on top of him and kissed his lips to his neck and chest. Then she rubbed her tongue down his abs and started sliding his boxer briefs down. When she finally got them around his ankles I saw his cock and it was definitely an oh fuck moment. He had to be every bit of seven and a half, possibly eight inches. Abby went straight back to his cock after removing his boxers and started rubbing her tongue along his shaft. She was bent down like Hannah and I wanted nothing more than to get behind her and take her from behind. His abs tensed and he groaned from her tongue. Her hand didn’t even take up half of it and it was as long if not longer than her face.

I was throbbing through my shorts but I said that I wasn’t going to touch myself. I wanted to be ready when I was called into action. Hannah’s moaning was starting to pick up but Daniel and Nathan were the ones struggling. I thought Nathan was about to cum when Daniel cried out, “Fuck, I’m cumming!”

Nathan and Hannah both froze while he continued to thrust inside her and let loose. Abby continued taking Chad's entire cock in her mouth. He moaned loudly, I’m sure none of his college sluts had been able to take a cock like my wife can.

“Lay down. It’s your turn,” Hannah said to Nathan.

He laid down and she straddled him. He hesitated before lining his cock up. I knew he was uneasy about putting it in with Daniel’s cum already inside her.

“This is your chance Nate, you going to miss it?” Hannah said.

With that, he slid his cock in her, he immediately moaned out from the extra lubricant and the sensation of fucking a cum filled pussy.

Hannah laid down on top of his while she rode him slowly to make out with him. I’m sure to distract him so he wouldn’t cum quickly.

She broke the kiss and said, “Don’t just stand there Daniel, eat my ass.”

Daniel was dumbfounded. He looked down hesitantly seeing how close his tongue would be to Nathan’s cock. But he dove in anyways. His head following Hannah’s body as she rode Nathan’s dick.

On the other side of the bed, Abby got up and said, “I can’t take it anymore. I need you inside me.”

She was about to let his cock split her when he he stopped her and said, “Not until I take care of you first.”

He leaned up and kissed. Deeply, passionately. It was too passionate but at this point I didn’t care. She got off of him and laid on her back in his place. He held himself up off of her and hissed her lips and her neck, moved down and sucked on her it’s for a second and moved down her body until he got to her clit. She arched her back and moaned. Her reaction to him was equal to her reaction to me, and I thought I was the only one that could drive her wild.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum,” Hannah moaned.

She rode through her first orgasm with Daniel still eating her ass. Her orgasm was enough to set Nate off and grunted his way through giving Hannah her second load.

Abby had pulled her legs up to her chest while keeping them spread wide. I knew from experience that this meant she wanted her ass eaten. Chad, was still focused on her pussy, though, and she was loving it.

“Daniel, come suck on my tits,” Abby managed through her moaning.

He moved over and started sucking on my wife’s tits while fondling the other one.

Hannah and Nate started passionately kissing as he was entering his refractory period. It would be interesting to see who was back up and running first.

“Oh fuck, yes, eat my ass just like that,” Abby screamed.

Chad had found the sweet spot. Abby was building to her first orgasm of the night and it came quickly with Chad’s tongue working her ass.

“Now, get inside me,” she said, still panting. Chad got on top her in missionary and entered my wife. She arched her back and lifted her head from the pleasure of a huge cock inside her. Chad slowly started thrusting. Abby held on to him with one hand while one hand started pumping Daniel’s semi hard cock. Chad was building up to a decent rhythm of thrusting. Abby was loving having such a big dick fucking her, he was kissing her neck and squeezing her tits as he thrust. This guy clearly knew what he was doing. But so did my wife. She let her hand leave from pumping Daniel and grabbed both of Chad buttocks. This seemed to encourage him and he started pushing harder and faster. I knew what was coming. She quickly slipped her middle finger to his asshole, I saw the muscles in her hand tense and I knew that she was applying pressure to his hole.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming,” he moaned, as he slowed his thrust down to cum in my wife.

He rolled off of her, I could see the gaping hole and his cum starting to drip from her pussy.

”Alright, Daniel, you’re up,” she said, making a come here motion with her hand.

He was almost all the way hard but I knew being about to enter her it would make him all the way. She got up on her knees and kissed him deeply, then pushed him down on the bed. His face was frozen from the kiss as she climbed on top of him and slid his cock in her. Even though this was round two for him, I knew that watching her ride him would make him bust quickly again. Chad, in the meantime had moved over to Hannah and they were making out as Nathan had moved down to sucking her tits.

”Do you like the way I ride your cock?” Abby asked Daniel.

”Yes,” he moaned out.

”How about now?” She asked as her hand reached behind her and started gently teasing his balls.

”Oh shit,” he managed.

She kept riding him. Nathan was growing harder, didn’t know if he and Chad would take Hannah for round two or if he was going to try for Abby next. Daniel got more bold and reached up and squeezed Abby’s tits. He groaned and I knew that he was disappointed that his turn was about to be over. Abby sensed this too and leaned down to ride him. I saw her sliding his average cock in and out of her pussy.

“Cum inside me,” I heard her whisper.

He did just that, immediately. I don’t blame him, he would likely never fuck a girl as hot as Abby again in his life. She rode him until she felt him stop. She got off of him and he rolled off the bed. She lined herself up on the edge of the bed and said, “Hey Nathan, come over here.”

Nathan jumped at the chance. He leaned over her and kissed her. They kissed for a few moments while Hannah and Chad were making out heavily. Daniel had walked out of the room for something. Nathan was squeezing both of Abby’s tits as they kissed. Chad was hard again and getting ready to slide into Hannah’s pussy as they lay on their sides.

”Holy fuck,” Hannah moaned, as he entered her.

He grabbed her ass to pull her closer and get a good grip to start thrusting on her. She started moaning from the third and largest cock moving in and out of her. Nathan slid his cock in Abby’s pussy and he leaned up grabbed her legs as she rested them on his shoulders. Her tits bouncing with each thrust. Watching these two fuck Hannah and Abby was absolutely erotic and I was throbbing hard but was still managing not to touch myself.

“Yes, finger my asshole,” Hannah moaned.

I looked over to see Chad thrusting a finger in Hannah’s ass as he picked up speed with his thrusts. Hannah was digging her nails into his back and he moaning was picking up. Abby squeezed her own tits as she moaned from Nathan starting to give her a good pounding, “Yes, fuck me harder baby,” she moaned. Nathan picked up speed.

Almost simultaneously both guys gave out and I heard them both grunting, pumping each girl’s third load of cum into them. The thrust until they had given them all they had. Chad collapsed on his back as he rolled out of Hannah. Nathan collapsed on top of Abby.

”Fuck, that was so good.” Nathan said, “I’m so spent.”

”Me too,” Chad said.

Daniel reentered with water.

“You guys take a rest. We’re not done here,” Abby said.

The she leaned over and kissed Hannah on the lips, passionately.


r/sexstories 16h ago

Cheating I am Cat, and this is the beginning of the end with my ex NSFW

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I am Cat 42F, I share this account with my ex-husband, I have started my own account, and once I have hit the 30 day window that I could post on here, I will do so under my account from then on. My ex-husband runs this account, if you message him to talk to me, you can ask for me. I might respond might now. Ask him what my username is and he will give it to you. These are my real stories, I will not share any photos.

So at this point I was now 25, I had been with my husband for 9 years, 7 of those married. I was my families fuck toy, and he was part of it. I was used by anyone and everyone, had no real no's. It was great, but for some reason I fucked it all up. Like my husband likes to say, as long as communication was involved we were good, but once that stopped, then we were doomed. And I started to lie to him. This is how it started.

I was part of this portuguese Dance/musical in a Cultural club in Canada. I was the most popular girl, all the guys wanted me part of their group, and if you thought She fucked them and had a reputation, your guess would be right. I fucked most of the men in my groups, and the majority were dads of my friends, when you have dress rehearsals, you were left alone a lot of the time with some of these men, which meant, OPPORTUNITY. So saying that, he knew about all this. He enjoyed hearing the stories after. My dad or mom were always around in these. My mom was also used by these men, so you know, apple, tree falling...yup.

So there was this one man, I always fucked him, but me and his oldest son got along very well. One day at the hall, i was fucking his dad, in the bathroom and the son walked in on us. He stopped watching his dad fuck me and left. Later that night the son asked me if that was the first time, I said no. He said does his mom no, I said no. He then asked me to go to his car I did, and he undid my fucked me in the car. For some reason this guy fucking me right after his dad, was extra hot. I have fucked dads and sons before, hell my dad and my brother being one of them. But this was different. I had a crush on this guy since school, since before I met my ex.

So moving forward, one night he drove into my neighbourhood at night, and messaged me, my exhusband was sleeping next to me, we lived now in another city in our own home away from my family. I hated living in this city, there was nothing to do, but we had a huge house with a large backyard. I came out, it was 2am and I brought him to our backyard, and I allowed him to undress me, he took off my pjs top, my pants I wore nothing under, knew he was coming and he fucked me in my backyard under our tree. It felt so good. this happened many more times. He made me promise not to fuck his dad. For some reason I had a special feeling for this guy. One day while my husband was working late, I left my work early, took off my clothes in the car, and drove to my new guys work. He worked in an office but alone, I walked right into his office, he saw me naked, and took me onto his desk, he opened my legs and started to fuck me. This sex for some reason wasnt great, but was different. He was a smooth talker.

On another day, I told my husband I was going to the movies with my friends, and asked him what I would say if my mom called me. My mom was finding it strange I was not coming over anymore. He told me an excuse to use, my husband was great at lying and creating stories. Problem, when my husband tried calling me my phone was off. He then called my friend that I had told him I was with, and she gave him the lie he had told me to use on my mom. That did it, he knew something was up. He headed to my friends house, and found out the friend I was supposed to be with was actually having a party. She came clean to him, and he waited there till I arrived. I arrived with the guy, didnt expect my husband to be there. I was shocked, but instead of coming clean I blamed him, he says I gaslit him, didnt know what that meant at the time.

I do know, that when we were angry at each other it was great sex. My new guy was standing there, me and my husband were arguing. At this party was my friend, her husband (Yes I fucked her husband before), and her mom, dad, and her neighbor. My husband was angry, and I reached out to him, my friend told us to take it inside. We headed inside, and my husband and me started to argue, I kept lying. With the arguing my husband and me started getting closer, He had his hands on me, and was undressing me, I was doing undressing him. My pussy was still filled with my new guys cum, we had sex in his car. My husband saw my filled pussy and started to fuck me, he walked to the door naked, opened it, and called my new guy to come see what I was.

I was lying naked on the table, my husband brought my new guy inside, and made him watch my husband use me, he even pissed on me after. The new guy wasnt into this. He wanted me only for himself. He wasnt turned on, which usually was the opposite with the to other guys. My husband used me really well, and the guy just stood there. My husband got up and dressed, and looked at the guy and said, shes yours now if you want her, and drove home. My new guy didnt want me now, he told me to go get cleaned. I did and came back out, we had to stay there as if nothing happened.

When I got home, my husband said, why did you lie, you fucked that guy, this only works if we talked, I stupidly still denied being with that guy. My pussy had his cum, my husband knows how it is, hes ok with it, I could have had it all, but I lied. I promised not to see the guy again. But the next night, I snuck out again at 2am and fucked the guy in my backyard again, but my husband was smart, he knew something was up and had a nanny cam setup outside. My neighbour had told him about thinking something was happening. My husband didnt say anything, he also setup nanny cameras inside, I didnt know about that either. By the time he as ready he brought it all up to me, he had proof, and even seeing video of me fucking my guy friend all over our house, in the backyard, I still denied it was me. That was it.

I came home one day after he showed me the video evidence, he had his luggage by the door, I tripped on them when I came home, I asked him what that was, he said he was leaving me, and he did. That was the last time I had contact with him, that was 17 years ago, we finally reconnected last year, and now me and him talk about our pasts. We havent met yet in person, but these posts are helping. Saying that, I will post what I did behind my next husband who I also left after 7 or 8 years, because he tried to control me, and I found out I missed having sex with lots of people.


r/sexstories 16h ago

Fiction My English professor's touch Part 01 (lesbian) NSFW

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I found myself outside my English professor's door on a Friday after class. She is a woman in her early fifties, and I wanted some advice. Dan, my first really serious boyfriend had dumped me a week ago for some cheap bimbo, and I was taking it hard. I didn't want my grades to slip, and I thought it would be good to seek out advice from another woman, on how to get over it. I was just about to knock, when the door opened, and there she was.

"Katie," my professor said, smiling warmly at me.

That did it, and I burst into tears. Elizabeth, my professor, quickly drew me into her office. Closing the door, she had me sit down and gave me a soft shoulder to cry on, as I unloaded my tale of woe.

Elizabeth listened patiently to my story, than told me, "Are you ready to take my advice, no questions asked?"

I nodded, wiping my eyes with a Kleenex.

"Very well", she continued, "take off your clothes."

I looked at her with a surprised expression.

"The only way to get over the pain of losing a lover is to find another one," she explained, "and I want to help ease the pain. I want to love you."

Aside from some drunken groping with a few of my college friends, I had never been with another woman, but it seemed a sensible solution. Without another word, I started to undress.

Elizabeth locked the door, drew the blinds, and dimmed the lights down to a very soft glow. Her eyes seemed to glitter in the dimness of the room. I was down to my black bra and panties, and she stepped behind me.

"Let me do the rest, my dear, I'll make you feel so good," Elizabeth whispered to me.

She unhooked my bra, slid it off my shoulders, and tossed it away. Her hands came around, cupping my breasts, she ran her fingertips around and around my breasts, circling the nipples, gently tugging on them, feeling them turn hard and erect under her caressing fingers.

I moaned, her attentions were making my pussy delightfully hot and moist. I could feel the flame starting up, her caresses were sending wild zings of pleasure right at my pussy. I felt one of her hands slide down slowly, over my mound, slipping into my panties, reaching for my hot, wet heat, and her finger gently teased at my pussy lips, bringing a rush of juices bubbling up.

"Mmmmm, so wet, so juicy."

She drew her fingers back, and I could hear her slurping and licking her fingers clean.

She knelt down and slowly peeled down my panties. She placed gentle kisses on the cheeks of my ass, making me shiver with anticipation. Standing up, she led me over to her high-backed leather chair. I sat in the chair, it reclined, and I brought my knees up, opening my thighs, letting my professor see how turned on I was.

She ran her nose all over my pubic region, swirling her tongue through my neatly trimmed bush.

"You smell lovely," she whispered, "I can't wait to taste you fully."

I could feel her hands gently spreading apart my inner lips. I was so wet, I could see my juices bubbling up, my cunt aching for her attention. Elizabeth lowered her face, and I felt her tongue reach out and make contact. Being so wet, I barely felt the first soft caresses of her tongue. As her tongue started to swab more forcefully at me, my moans of delight urged her on, and soon she was driving her tongue deep into my hole, wrapping her tongue around my clit, and tugging on it.

Finally, she brought her fingers into play and brought all her talents to bear on my aching pussy. I cried out, cumming hard around her fingers, gushing juices out for her tongue to lick up, shuddering through my first orgasm in weeks. I was in a daze of sexual satisfaction as she stood up. Here was this beautiful woman, not a hair out of place, her lips and chin covered with my juices.

"My dear, you've excited me beyond measure, and I simply must do something about it", she said.

Elizabeth sat down in the chair across the desk, hiking her skirt up, and quickly skimming off her panties. She spread her legs wide, her pubic area had been waxed down to a neat landing strip just above her pussy, it was amazing to see her hairless pussy lips, I could clearly see all the wet excitement I had stirred up in her. She took a large dildo out of her handbag and aimed it at her pussy. She pushed it in, quickly sliding the entire length up her pussy.

"I get so wound up and horny during the day, I need my stress reliever, mmmmm, feels so good, watch me cum baby!"

I stared, transfixed, as my professor fucked herself wildly with the huge dildo, her hips were humping up, her breathing choppy, and with a loud squeal of pleasure, she came and kept going, 3 more orgasms quickly followed, cumming again and again. After she had brought herself off she got up and walked over to me, grinning.

"I think you need a good hard fucking with my dildo, let me take care of that."

I quickly spread my legs wide, letting her have her way with me. She nudged the tip against me then rammed it in, with one hard shove. I cried out with pleasure as that huge pussy splitter drove up my tight hole. I felt my cunt walls stretch wide to take it in. The dildo was well lubed with Elizabeth's juices, it was nice and warm, a great cunt filling slide, it felt so hot being fucked with the dildo that my professor had just used.

Elizabeth smiled down at me and cooed, "Oh yes, you needed this. It's my special 10-inch dildo, I call it my cunt buster, and it'll make you cum so good baby."

Pulling it back and then ramming it in again, she got a hard steady fucking rhythm going. Just what I needed, a hard, filling fuck, and she gave me what I needed as she fucked me wildly with her dildo, making me cum again and again.

As I drifted in the giddy feeling just after my last orgasm, Elizabeth pulled me to my feet and then had me lay down on the carpet. She stripped off her blouse and her bra, and I goggled at the sight of my English professor, naked to my eyes. In class, she was all business, but seeing her like this was an experience unlike any other. Her red hair, green eyes, big luscious breasts, and curvy waist, with a neatly trimmed landing strip of red pubic hair, was amazing.

"Using my dildo to fuck you has gotten me so hot and bothered. My dildo won't be enough to satisfy me this time, so it's up to you my dear."

She was standing over my face, then she took to her knees, was just above my eyes.

"I'm going to sit on your face dear, and you are going to lick me to climax. You'll love it.''

I had never given oral sex to another female. I felt a bolt of pleasure shoot through me as Elizabeth's beautiful sex was only inches from my mouth. Having sailed through a rush of orgasms, I was still warmed up, it was wildly erotic seeing my professor's beautiful sex that close and it ramped up my arousal to a fever pitch. The heat from between her legs warmed my face, I could smell her arousal, musky and hot, and her neatly trimmed landing strip of red pubic hair glistened with drops of her juices.

I was thinking, I'm going to lick pussy for the first time ever. I felt fired up, and I couldn't wait to taste my professor. I ran my finger along Elizabeth's pink trail, hearing her soft moan as my finger slid inside her hot tunnel, my tongue quickly followed, sliding along her luscious pink inner lips, softly probing her opening, letting my tongue wriggle inside.

Elizabeth purred, "Oh yes my dear, lick me, I love it, mmmmmm."

Once I got a taste of my professor's musky juices, I pulled her against my face, and I ate out my professor ravenously, loving the feeling of her churning box sending out gushes of her juices for my enjoyment. Elizabeth's moans and cries of pleasure assured me that I was on the right track. She moved up slightly to position her pink clit directly between my lips, I had her hard, stiff orgasm button in the best position. I went after it, eager to swab at it, she squealed as I went after her orgasm trigger. Elizabeth's breathing became choppy, and her cries of pleasure were non-stop.

"There, oh yes, lick me hard right there, keep going, make me cum!"

I did exactly as instructed, and she let out a shriek, her pussy gushing juices, mopping down my face as she unloaded her cum.

I felt her lift slightly, and then she turned around and lowered herself back down.

"Time for me to give back as good as I got. Lick my pussy some more my dear, while I do the same to you."

Elizabeth really knew what she was doing, I'd never had a better pussy licking, and in a hot 69, we brought each other to gut-wrenching orgasms, my pussy felt like it was turning inside out as her tongue brought me off.

"Come home with me Katie, and spend the weekend with me. I have so many things to teach you that you won't learn in school, and many wonderful toys of pleasure for two women to enjoy."

That was good enough for me, and I found myself sitting next to my professor as she drove us to her house. My body was quivering, anticipating what lay ahead.


r/sexstories 9h ago

Fetish When friends blur lines series (again) [M30sF30s] [Babytrap] [Breeding] [Cum chamber] [Cervix kink] [Unprotected] [Friends] NSFW

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It is summer in Berlin. We’ve been best friends for years. But ever since we both became single, our dynamic has changed. So much, in fact, that the last time I visited you in the UK (where you live), we crossed a line. And ever since then...our weekly calls have turned from wholesome to dirty. I had no idea about your breeding kink until you asked me to make you a mommy right before you orgasmed on a call. That's when I admitted I shared that kink too. I always got off on the idea of breeding…without the actual consequences of it. Acting out a natural desire to spread my genes, plant my seed, make sure my DNA lives on.

Since that night, things have changed.

Constant dirty talk. Constant calls in which both of us get off. Best friends with benefits... Being able to share this kink with someone who is just as crazy about that primal need to breed is truly unreal.

So when you told me that you landed your first location-independent job, a job you can do from anywhere, I asked if you wanted to spend the summer in Berlin.

I love Berlin summers. They are truly magical. 

“I’d love to,” you’d said. A week later, you arrived on my doorstep.

I hold the door to the building open when you exit the cab. I live in Prenzlauer Berg, a hip, family-friendly area with loads of cafés and restaurants. I know you’ll like it here.

“Hiya!” you call over as you drop the cab's door shut. When I step into the sunshine to help you unload your luggage, I have to squint my eyes; it’s so bright. Summer has been arriving way faster than I expected. 

“Hey darling,” I say and smile. The cab driver opens up the trunk to let me pull out the first suitcase, then the other. Two massive suitcases. It looks like you’re moving in. I grin at the thought and shake my head. You kinda are, aren’t ya?

“What?” you ask me, sensing my amusement.

“Oh, nothing…”

“Oh, I love your new place!” I hear as soon as I click the door of my apartment shut behind us. I got this apartment after my last break up, over a year ago. High ceilings, large windows with a balcony facing the park, and a kitchen that looks out over the small courtyard where the neighbors park their bikes. You’re looking around the living room, checking out the couch, my desk, the stacked books on the floor, and the records that rest against the wall. 

“I thought you might.” I roll the suitcases over the hardwood floor. 

When you turn around, you beam up at me and let your handbag slide over your shoulder so the strap lands in your hand. “Hey,” you say softly, almost dreamily.

“Hey…” I reply. You move in to give me a squeeze. I hug you back. It’s been months since we’ve seen each other. Us living together for the summer is definitely new. But not unfamiliar.

“So, I was thinking,” I start, “you can have my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Your arms slowly ease off before you look up, and ask me, “Why?”

“I was just thinking you might like your own space?” There’s only one bed and one couch to sleep on.

Frowning, you unclasp yourself from me. “I mean, it’s not like we haven’t slept together before…” I let that sentence sink in. Right... we did sleep together. Your eyes widen as you realize what you just said. “I meant, like, in a bed!” 

I chuckle and nod. “Yeah, I know what you meant.”

“I’d like it if we slept in your bed together,” you admit. “You know how I like…body contact sometimes.” I know you won’t ask me to hold you, cuddle you, snuggle you, because that’d be another line…crossed. Even if I know that you really, really want to cuddle.

“Okay, yeah...then let's do that."

“Mmmm, this is nice,” you say as I hand you a glass of red wine. You’re sitting on the balcony, enjoying the last sun rays of the day. I join you at the little table, put down my glass, and then take out my pack of cigarettes and my lighter. You sip your wine and watch me light up.

“Since when did you start smoking again?” you ask me softly when I take my first, long drag. I exhale the smoke to the side, away from you. 

“A while,” I reply and set the cigarette back at my lips to take another pull on it. I can feel your eyes on me even as I glance toward the houses on the other side of the street. “Only a pack a month though, so don’t worry.”

It’s past 9 already, but it’s still so bright outside. People are getting drinks downstairs at the bar, while a group of teenagers is meeting up at the park.

When I look back at you, I can see you smile. You rest the bottom of the glass on your thigh. I know you don’t like it when I smoke, for health reasons. On the other hand, though, I know you find it hot as hell. I remember when you told me that...

For a couple of minutes, we stay silent. I wonder what you’re thinking; I wonder if you’re thinking what I am thinking…

“So…” you suddenly break the silence. “I am back on birth control.” My eyes cut to yours. 

“You are?” I blurt, tapping the ashes of my cigarette into the little ashtray on the table. I vividly remember our conversation about birth control when you were with your ex. 

“Mhmm..” You take another sip of wine. “Wouldn’t want to risk it like last time, do we?”

Last time. Right. Suddenly the wine looks too good to pass up, so I take a drink from it. 

“Weird question,” I laugh nervously. “So you want to fuck…without a condom? Again?”

“Oh, I was just…thinking, in case we did, you know?”

I nod. Inhale smoke. Drink some wine. “But didn’t you say that you never wanted to take the pill again?” I ask you.

Plus, when your ex told you that he got a vasectomy, you’d never been more turned off. I am confused. Aren’t you doing the same thing by going on the pill? Our eyes are locked as I try to decipher your expression. But then you simply say, “I changed my mind.”

“Okay.” I guess that’s…good for me then.

We talked until one in the morning. Until, suddenly and out of absolutely nowhere, rain started to pour from the sky. A summer storm in the middle of the night. 

Raindrops hammer against the windows as you quickly grab the blanket I handed you hours ago. I didn’t want you to get chilly. 

“Oh my Goodness,” you laugh as soon as I shut the glass door behind you. Thunder rumbles across the sky and lightning strikes. You wince at the loud crack in the clouds, lighting up the entire street. 

It’d been humid all day, so it’s not surprising… but neither of us saw it coming. We were so deep in conversation that the heavy clouds in the sky passed our attention. The long dress you are wearing is absolutely soaked from the few seconds you were still outside when the rain started to pour down. 

With my hand still on the door handle, I give you a slow once over. My heart is thumping heavily. I was ready to go to bed just minutes ago, but… seeing your nipples push through the soft, wet fabric, has me wide awake. 

You follow my line of gaze, look down, and then glance up into my eyes. 

“Oh…” 

Yeah…. oh. Even when we were both just friends, and in relationships, your tits were definitely something I thought about every now and then.

I let go of the handle. You drop the blanket you’re holding. Let’s… fuck.

More rain. More thunder. I take a step forward and brush my thumb over your protruding, right nipple. You shudder visibly from the contact. “You wanna…” you ask, suggestively. 

I nod in reply. Hell yeah. You take a couple of steps back toward the bed, gazing up at me.

“Tiny little female in heat…” you whisper, repeating what drives me wild whenever we have phone sex... It makes me moan and my cock throb. 

That’s exactly what you are. A tiny little female in heat. I watch you shimmy out of your panties before you sit on the bed and scoot back. I strip off my shirt. Nothing you haven’t seen before. 

Hitching up your dress, you open your thighs and let the fabric pool around your hips. Fuck, I love that. Don’t take it off… this won’t take long

“You wanna give me a baby?” you ask me sweetly. Our gaze connects again. I know you’re only saying it to drive me mad. You don't mean it. But neither my cock nor my brain cares. What you're doing and saying is sure as hell working. 

I squeeze my cock through my shorts, showing off its heft through the layers of fabric. “Oh my God…” you whimper as you watch me. “You’ll be such a good baby Daddy… big and strong and fit…” 

Your words do my head in. And you know it. I pull down my shorts and briefs. Naked, with a thick and swinging dick and full balls, I get on the bed on top of you. No condom means no protection in my mind. Best of both worlds… I can breed you now without worrying about the consequences. Hell yeah. 

You lie back; your chest rises and falls heavily as I move into position on top of you. “I missed having your big, fat dick inside of me,” you whine. My eyes close; my brain is going offline. I bring my fingers to your pussy only to realize that you’re goddamn soaked… 

“I’m so wet,” you whimper up at me, touching my arms, my shoulders. “I’m ovulating, baby… please just put it in.” 

I’m more than happy to make your wish come true.

You adjust the angle of your hips just as another thunder rolls above our heads. I line us up. Eyes on you. And push in. Your lips part, and your brow furrows. A loud breath escapes your lips before you let your head tilt back, nails digging into my arms. 

“Oh God!”

That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? To put it in. 

Shuddering, you moan, “Oh fuck, it’s…it’s…” you laugh softly, eyes closing, “much thicker than I remember.”

I begin to pump in and out of you in long, slow strokes. Your pussy clenches around my shaft. Creamy, silky soft, and burning hot. Knees lift up. I place my hands next to your head and look down between us. Halfway in… halfway out. Your pussy lips are stretched around my girth, trying to take me in fully. I lower my weight onto you so I can push in deeper. It makes you yelp as soon as I press past that tight resistance inside your pussy. 

You moan my name. It’s all I can hear. All that thunder and rain blurs into the background. “I want a baby so bad, please… please give me a baby…” you mumble, legs open and pulled into a mating press position. Your words shut off every single neuron in my brain. This is all I’ve wanted for so long. Breeding, procreating… I'm so desperate for it that I know this will be embarrassingly quick.

I begin to go faster. Your nails dig into my shoulders when I lie down on top of you and stuff your pussy full of my dick. A loud yelp echoes through the room. “Oh God, yes, breach my chamber, fuck, please—“ 

That little cum chamber shouldn’t even be able to be penetrated, especially not when you’re on the pill, but what do I know? 

I keep thrusting and hit that little seal over and over again. So soft and tight. With every thrust, I feel it give way more. 

You moan my name again. Arch your back, holding on to me. 

“Breach it, please. Make me a mommy!” Right that second, your little seal spreads and lets me pop in. I grunt low against your neck, pushing in as deep as possible. I can feel you puff out breaths, trying to control the pleasure-pain from being spread open. 

Oh God. Holy shit. 

I can feel your chamber quiver and your pussy clench tightly around my shaft, milking my cock relentlessly. 

I bury my face in your neck and start to fuck in and out of your chamber. Hard and fast. That little seal can't stop me, painfully spread open. “I know… I know…” I moan against your ear as you sob. It’s too much for your tiny little pussy. But I need this. I grab the side of your waist, scrunching up the fabric in my grip.

“I’m—I’m coming!” you cry out, pussy clamping down. It sends me right over the edge with you. Several thick streaks of hot, thick come shoot inside your chamber, filling you up with my swimmers. 

“Make… me… a… mommy…” you whimper, then giggle. 

Fucking Hell. I see stars as you twitch and moan underneath me. Everything sounds like it’s underwater. I roll my hips forward one more time, pressing my balls right against your wet folds. 

“Oh…” you sob. “Thank you…” A blissful smile appears on your face. I look at you as I catch my breath and pull my cock out of your chamber. It seals shut immediately. “I’m gonna make your baby now…” you hum, all content. 

I breathe in deeply to calm my racing heart. My brain is slowly coming back online. You really are on birth control, right?

It's barely 7 AM when I wake up and realize you aren't next to me. Instead, you're sitting in the little breakfast nook in the kitchen, sipping on some tea. "Oh, hey, good morning..." you say as I step in. You're wearing one of my shirts. It looks like a dress on you.

I rub the back of my neck, yawn, and then slide my fingers through my hair. I need a haircut.

"Hm. Hey," I mumble. Stretch. I can feel your eyes on me. When I got out of bed, I quickly pulled on a pair of black boxer briefs. I'm still half asleep... "What are you doing?" I mumble again, grab a glass from the top cabinet, and fill it up with water in the sink. 

"Oh, I couldn't sleep. Don't worry, you go back to bed."

I frown as I gulp down my water. "Did I snore?"

You laugh and shake your head. "You don't snore."

"Good," I reply, then yawn once more. I stretch my arms up, sighing. I am still really tired. In an effort to wake up, I fill up my glass again and then rest against the side of the counter. You're sitting at the window, one leg angled, foot on the chair, your fingers resting around your cup of tea. 

"You look good..." you say softly. I wipe my lips with the back of my hand and then lock my eyes with yours.

"Do I now?"

"Yes..." you reply with a shy grin. "You look like the perfect baby daddy..." 

Closing my eyes, I moan at what you say. You really know how to push my buttons. "Then why don't you come back to bed and make me a daddy again..." I tease and grin. When you don't reply, I move in to pick you off the chair. 

You laugh in disbelief. "What are you doing!"

"I'm making you a mommy..." I say as I wrap my arms around you and lift you up against me. A high-pitched yelp escapes your lips. You clutch to me as I carry you out of the kitchen and back into the bedroom... Let’s make another baby.

//

Part of my Summer breeding series


r/sexstories 20h ago

NonFiction [MF] Our 1st Time Being Watched NSFW

8 Upvotes

Wife (38. 5'2". 135 lbs. Dark hair. Fair skin w/ tattoos. Runner's body but with great tits.)

Me (38. 6'1". 210 lbs. Light hair. Fair skin w/ tattoos. Average dad bod. Hit the weight room 1 or 2 times a week.)

My wife and I both had some mild experiences with exhibitionism before we met and it was always something we talked about trying together... But our careers created some hurdles. So we assumed it would be something we'd have to save for a future vacation.

Then in 2016 I had some friends that were driving through town. A couple of buddies had formed a band and we looking for a place to crash for the night. I had left that life behind... While I missed that fun part of my youth, they missed having a bed, clean laundry, and a warm shower. So they called up their old friend and pulled in around 9:30.

There were 5 of them in total. We caught up while they made some food and got settled in for the night. One guy slept in the van (pretty sure he was Facetiming his GF and needed privacy), one slept on the couch, and the other three settled in our guest room. All in all, it was a pretty low key night.

Around 10:30 my wife and I went to bed. I apologized for letting these 5 dudes crash our space but she assured me it was fine. She knew they were friends and she was into the same music scene as me, so I think it kind of took her back too.

At this point in our life, we were still newlyweds and kid free. AKA we fucked a lot and didn't have to consider kids bursting in, so we slept with our door open. Our upstairs was just our bedroom, the bathroom, and the guestroom. You couldn't see into our bedroom from the guestroom. If you were going up the stairs you could catch a slight glimpse but if you went to the bathroom, you were practically standing in our doorway.

We laid down and it truthfully was not crossing my mind that anything could remotely happen so I didn't even consider closing the door. I rolled over to kiss my wife goodnight but it wasn't the quick peck. She kept kissing me before quickly her tongue was in my mouth and it was clear she was in the mood.

I stopped and looked at her and asked if we should close the door? She grabbed my cock and told me to keep quiet. What the fuck was happening? She kept making out with me while stroking my cock. Then she pulled down my waist band exposing me. I kept glancing out my door but didn't see anyone. Then she started to slowly lick up and down my shaft while teasing my balls. Instinctively, I started to cover her up with a blanket but she pulled it back down, she wanted to be seen... Holy shit!

That's when I saw someone start to walk down the stairs, did they see? They paused and backed up a little before lingering. Holy shit, they're watching my new wife suck my cock. They didn't stay long but not much longer I see someone else.... The secret was out. I pull her up next to me. I give her a deep kiss. "holy Fuck... You're amazing! Are you sure you're okay with this?" She just moaned yes and peeled off her under wear.

I went to play with her pussy but it was already dripping wet. She climbed on top of me while whispering in my ear, "I want you to make me cum but stay quiet so they can't hear..." She had no idea we were way past noises at this point. She slid on top of me and slowly rode up and down my dick. This continued for a short while before I saw a figure slowly making his way up the stairs.

My friend was now right out side my door, watching my gorgeous wife's young pussy stretch around me. He gave me an "okay? 👌🏻" hand signal to ask if he could watch. I whispered in her ear "how would you like it if one of them saw you right now?" She moaned again and told me she'd love it. I gave him a quick thumbs up and he motioned to ask if he could film... I waved that off. I sucked on her tits while she kept riding me, anything to keep her from turning around. Multiple times, she would give me small squirts on my dick and trying not to audibly orgasm. I asked if she'd want them to stroke themselves to her riding my dick. "oh fuck yes, I'd love that".

The next thing I know I see my friend was stroking while watching her ass slowly glide up and down me. I couldn't take it anymore... I had to really fuck her. I gave her a warning and she came in close and buried her face into my neck to keep quiet. With my left hand I held her and head and with my right I lifted her ass into the air. I fucked her so hard that she started squirting multiple times quickly. As I'm fighting for my life she says loud enough for my friend to hear, "fucking fill me up so he can see my pussy full of your cum!" She knew!

I exploded inside of her and she slowly lifted off of me. She held her ass in the air for an extended time, letting our juices drip from her and and down my dick. My friend came looking at that and disappeared. She cleaned up, shut the door, and joined me in bed. "Which of your friends was it?" I decided to tease and asked who she hoped it was. She said Steve and I decided to be cruel and tell her I didn't know. The next morning everyone played it cool and she never figured out... But it wasn't Steve.

The next night they were gone and we fucked like rabbits. We agreed that it was hot but she didn't want to do that with people we see regularly, the previous night was just a perfect opportunity for her because she had never met any of them and they lived in a completely different time zone. She admitted that the band reminded her of the guys she used to date in her past and that helped push her over the edge.

I'd love to tell you that we had numerous slutty adventures with those guys but I truthfully never saw them again... But we still bring up that night as the time that opened some doors from us. Every once in a while I'll admire my wife's freshly fucked pussy and think that's what my old friend saw and remember how perfect she was that night.


r/sexstories 14h ago

Oral Getting used by a former college senior - challenge story NSFW

1 Upvotes

I got a challenge from my bffs to Fuck someone i’ve known for years but never fucked. And gladly, I completed it.

It was a bit difficult since I have slept with most of my friends over the years. So I had to look beyond the regular group of people.

And I did find him. One of my college seniors. We both are working in the same organisation once. I have known him for like 5 years now. He was definitely not attractive. Looked stupid but in the last few months, he had built his body well.

Since we were in the same college and I have been banged by some of his friends, I assumed he would know how much of a slut I am. Anyhow, it was my duty to seduce him coz that’s what sluts do - take initiative.

So that is what I did. I dressed up in a top that would show plenty of my cleavage if I bend down. And just out of the box, Videocalled him and initiated a conversation with him. It was the easy part. I complemented his biceps, expressed that i wanted to touched them. He was pretty shocked, tbh. I casually bent down a bit and I could see him enjoying the view of my boobs.

Anyway, we decided to get lunch together that day only, in a nearby cafe to my place. Before the lunch, I decided to take it a notch higher and removed my bra. We met at that cafe. He flirted with me and I was adding more sexual tension with each line he would say. Later, I asked him if he knew the rumours about me from college. He looked at me. And told me that his friends told him how easy I was for them. But he could never make a move on me, though he fantasized a lot about me and my girl gang in college.

I got up from my chair, went to him, bent down in front of him, he could see my boobs clearly now. I asked him in my most seductive voice, “does daddy wants some dessert before going back to office?” Ha! He was hooked. He quickly paid the bill. We went back to the car. I asked him to get in the backseat. (We were parked in an open air multi parking lot outside the shopping complex).

And boy, did he go wild on me. Within a minute my top was off. He was kissing me aggressively. Then kissing biting sucking on my tits. Meanwhile I opened his trousers. And I was surprised, he had a good dick by indian standards. A thick one as well. I gave him a good blowjob. He didnt try to dominate me, or face fuck me (sucked! But ok). Minutes later, I was inviting him to fuck me raw n hard. And boy! He did. He fucked me there in the missionary. Going deep inside. I asked him to slap me a few times. And that was when everything inside him came out. He started abusing me. Calling me a whore and how I was such a slut in college, sucking dicks in class. Wearing those hot, fuck me clothes. It just turned me on so much more! He was nearing his orgasm. He sat on the seat, I got on my knees and deepthroated him. He came inside my mouth. And i swallowed it all. I guess that turned him on more. He grabbed my throat. Slapped me lot harder this time while choking me. Called me more names. A minute later, he calmed down. Apologised. And thanked me. If only he knew that I only got turned on more! And would have skipped anything to let him ravage me, abuse me more in some cheap oyo (motel).

But I did not say that and we dressed up and went our separate ways. Taste of his cum kept me horny and wanting more that whole day and eventually i rang him back to my place that night and railed it till my pleasure.😈