"I'm not evil. I'm not hurting you. I'm just very strict and fair... You like it, don't you?... Are you afraid??... That's right, be afraid!..." This week seemed like an eternity. He is busy all the time. A lot of work. I was beginning to think that I would never see him again. I didn’t want anything, just to meet Him sooner. Every day I lived in a fog, hypnotizing the phone, waiting for a call. I began to slowly hate myself for being so attached to Him. I haven't wanted to see anyone so much in a long time, I haven't missed anyone so much in a long time. Probably because He has not had time to offend me yet. I covered myself with a warm blanket and curled up under it. The phone was always there. I slowly began to fall asleep with thoughts that today, probably, I won’t see Him, when suddenly the bell rang. It was he. - Hello Princess! Are you home? I have some time, can I pick you up, can we sit somewhere in a cafe? - Hi, of course! I'm already going! The will to live again
1. Meeting on the river Standing over the flowing waters of Vetluzhanka, crouching low to the surface of the river, Oksana carefully washed her elastically raised breasts. Standing in the bushes, Timothy looked greedily at her protruding buttocks with cloven buttocks, and thirsted for her to the point of pain in the groin. She had recently married, so her body still retained its former girlish slenderness and elasticity of forms, but it was already feminine, convex and unusually alluring. He sometimes noticed that no, no, she would casually turn around at him, or, passing him, blushing in embarrassment, timidly greet him ... If they met without witnesses, and there were no strangers nearby, he tried to imperceptibly pinch her on the tight breasts, or frankly feel her feminine large ass. At the same time, she only blushed embarrassedly, and just as imperceptibly slapped him on an indiscreet hand, she swiftly slipped past him. And, behold, fate brought them together on this deser
So a few years ago, my best friend asked me to be a surrogate mother for her and her husband since she was unable to have a child. This involved me having sex with her husband for a couple of months before he got me pregnant. (We kept fucking after I got pregnant as well but mostly cause we liked it so much) When I gave birth to a girl, I took care of the baby for a while whilst my friend induced lactation and could take over completely. Fast forward to this Christmas and they asked me once again to be a surrogate. As you can read in the title, I am quite old so at first I wasn't interested but she is my best friend so I did consider it. By February, I was bouncing like a mad woman on her husband's hard cock. We fucked pretty much every day. He would often pick me up at work to bring me home and fuck me. Sometimes we didn't make it all the way and fucked in the car. Other times, we didn't even make it to the car and fucked on my desk. I took multiple pregnancy tests and finally g
This one guy who kept teasing me so i ended up showing him I'm a dirty cumslut He used to fuck me while teasing me with the thought of him cumming deep inside me. It made me feel so dirty but also so turned on. One night, I had enough of him teasing me with it, and while he was being naughty and throwing me around, he said he was getting close, and so was I. While fucking me from behind asked me if i wanted his cum deep inside me and of course I replied with " yes daddy fill me up I need it" I knew he wasn't going to do it but I wasn't going to let him waste it again haha I could feel him getting real hard, and he started to twitch, I knew he was really close. I quickly turned around and pushed him onto the bed and climbed on his cock sliding it straight back in my wet pussy. It felt so good as it slid in I immediately knew I was going to cum too. As I was griding away knowing he will cum any second. I said "daddy are you going to cum deep inside me" he replies "I'm so close you ha
Wow, didn't expect this reception to the first story. Thank you all for your support, I'm glad you all enjoyed it so much. Keeping the same name of the story, although It’s a different scenario. Although there is a similarity at one point. As I ended the last one, nothing happened again with my sister-in-law for a very long time. Outside of some stares and light flirting, we kept things pretty PG. That didn't mean that I stopped thinking about it or that I wanted her any less, simply the situation never presented itself again and I didn't want to go out of my way to make something happen. The organic way the first one did felt right and if anything were to ever happen again, I wanted it to be the same. So anyway, Ali had just graduated with her Masters in Accounting. We kind of teased her for how long she was in school, changing her major more than once before deciding on Accounting, then doing her Masters after that. But she did it, and was going to move to the Metro after graduat
My heart is still racing from this. Last night, my boyfriend and I were out with our friends having drinks together. It was sunny out, so I wore a cute sundress and my converse. Before I start I wanna set the scene a little before I get into the nitty gritty details; Basically, my boyfriend and I have only started having sex literally just over a week ago. We were both each others first times because we felt comfortable with each other and omg, it was amazing and intimate. We’ve done it five times since then and I guess you could say we are addicted lol. BUT in saying that, I didn’t expect what happened last night to happen at all. So: We went out to a bar and were sitting in a beer garden. Earlier I had sent him a picture of my outfit and he replied saying “holy fuck”. That was it. When I got there he said I looked unbelievable and gave me a kiss. A few drinks later he was with his friends and I was sitting across from him with my friends. He took a snap of me while I was
I was about to log off for the weekend when a meeting notice shows up in my inbox for a 5 PM videoconference. Ugh. No good can come of this. I swear loudly and complain to my wife who has just opened a bottle of wine and settled on the couch, previously expecting me to join her. I contemplate drinking anyway, but decide against it as I have no idea of the level of participation expected of me in this meeting. My wife gestures to my empty glass and says that maybe she'll call someone to help her empty the bottle while I'm otherwise occupied. I tell her to go ahead but save some for me. About fifteen minutes into the meeting I get a text from my wife saying that someone's coming over. I message a thumbs up back and shift my focus back to the screen. Apparently end-of-quarter numbers weren't looking too good and we were hearing about it. Why this was after 5 on a Friday rather than first thing Monday morning beats me. At some point I'm going to have to talk about the project my team has
Ok, this happened 8 years ago now but I still like to remember it and decided to share it. ​ My wife's sister had just finished up with community college and transferred to the university where my wife and I lived. Previously, she lived 4 hours away, where the rest of their family lived. My wife and I had moved to my hometown after we graduated from college. That being said, we were the only family that (we will call her Ali) had over here. Still, I didn't expect to see her much, as I was sure she would be more interested in college parties and hanging out with friends than us. At first it was like that, but as time went on she started to come around more and more. She was in a long distance relationship and for some reason she decided to keep that so she didn't go out and party as often because of it she said. Anyway, I'll start getting to the fun stuff. Ali started to spend the night a lot, and when she did, she usually wore some pretty skimpy pajamas. She had a pai
Sara has been working with me for about 6 months for now. Our jobs are remote, but it does require some travel to the HQ occasionally so we’ve met in person a few times already. We work with a large team, but the two of us definitely work closest with each other. We’ve shared many hours on zoom together and have gotten fairly close to each other. Each time we travel to HQ we make a point of getting drinks and dinners as a group. It’s always a good time. We’ve shared some “looks” and “moments” across the dinner tables, but never acted on it. After all, we don’t want things to get awkward between the two of us. I want to make sure we don’t jeopardize our jobs and dynamics to be productive as a team. But the sexual tension has been growing noticeably over time. Another work trip back to HQ and I get in late Monday night at the hotel and see a text message from Sara. \[Sara\] “How was your flight? Did you get in the hotel ok?” \[Me\] “Yeah, long flight but not too bad. Just getting set
I was invited to a buddy’s house for a bbq. Well, not really a buddy of mine. He’s more of a friend of a friend. But we’ve hung out in the same circles for a while. Really good guy and I like hanging out with him. He was hosting a catered bbq at his huge house for maybe 25 people. Food was great, booze was flowing and the conversations were lively. This particular crowd is mostly doctors and doctor’s wives. They party kinda hard and it’s always a fun flirty vibe. The evening was fun. I was having a great time and chatting with a lot of fun people. Especially the host’s wife. She told me the first time I hung out with them that we danced once at a high school prom but I didn’t remember. She went to a different school and was just at the dance as somebody else’s date. So, of course, every time I saw her I’d tease her husband that he had married my prom date. It always made her blush a bit. As evening turned to night, people began to leave and the party mellowed as part
So this all happened last year in November when me and my friend [both F19] went to visit Berlin. I consider myself an enjoyer of exhibitionism and voyeurism but have not experienced it outside of fantasies before. On the night in question, me and my friend queued for an hour before receiving the nod of approval from the bouncer to be let into one of the most notorious sex clubs in the city. I had bought a fishnet bodysuit specifically for the occasion and only had black panties underneath. When we entered the club the first thing that we had to do was take off our layers of clothing and leave our phone in the cloakroom with them as there is a zero phones policy in the club. We spent the first few hours of the night exploring the dancefloors and all the adjacent playrooms. There were a lot of alcoves nearby the dancefloors but also stairs leading to balconies around the walls of the room overlooking the crowd. At first I felt quite shy seeing some of the activities that were goi
My pussy is always on fire, aching for a hard cock, and eager tongue, a finger or two. I had heard a woman's sex drive goes wild in their 30s. I was already wild, had been since I was a teen. I fully expected the opposite. I had fucked around. I had been fucked by the biggest, the smallest, fattest, skinniest cocks. The dicks that randomly take a turn, even those feel fucking amazing in the right position. So I didn't think my sex drive could get any worse. Until it did. Not to sound dramatic, because it wasn't. I was still the shy, introverted, glasses wearing, wallflower girl. And yet, the thoughts that ran through my head. The aches in my pussy. The need to be filled. The urge to be used. I was at the bar of a popular restaurant in Toronto waiting for my friends, to watch the Leafs. I had ordered a couple of drinks, was nervous about the game but in a good mood overall. I was wearing a jersey and tights, planning on being outside for a better part of the night. I struck up a conv
There was this young guy I'd often see at the gym and I could tell he was staring at me, like checking me out. It happened most times we were both there. Eventually I decided to ask him how many sets he had left on a weights machine. We chatting for a bit and whenever we'd see each other we would speak and have a chat. This day it was raining and I offered him a lift home (he walked to and from). When I dropped him off, I asked if I could come in to use the bathroom (I didn't need to), we came in out of the rain. His clothes were wet and I said he should get changed or he'll get too cold. He shyly took his shirt off and I put a hand on his chest and rubbed. Then I'm like 'your pants are wet, you should change them too'. Then I moved my hand down to his underwear and squeezed. He was already hard. And he flinched a bit. I asked if he was ok and he said no one has ever touched him there before. I told him to relax and that I'd take care of him as I kneeled in front of him and took him
It’s been a while since I’ve written, but I just wanted to share an experience from last week. A few years ago I had a therapist named Noel. I was her client for about 3 months until I ended up moving out of the state. She always dressed incredibly formal at our appointments, and things were strictly business oriented. I was her client, she was my therapist. When I started seeing her, I remember thinking immediately that she was cute, around my age— mid 20’s. She always kept her hair up in a tight bun, and the only indication that she wasn’t a total square was her small septum ring. Really she was a wonderful therapist and I wish I could have kept seeing her. Last week I did. I was back in town, visiting family, and chatting with an old friend at a bar. I excused myself to the restroom and as I was patting my cheeks with blush, there was Noel washing her hands in the mirror. “Noel?” I said, shocked. She looked over. “Mira??” She was just as pretty as I remembered, but absolutely f
Every time I come here, I see a bunch of stories about people having massive orgies at 18. At 18 I had had sex three times. I've had sex with a total of 9 guys, 3 long term relationships. I love being in missionary, lights on, making out while a guy fucks me slowly, speeding up then flipping me over and fucking me from behind, then cumming inside me and cuddling me while his cum leaks out. Nothing can beat a lazy Sunday morning slowly fucking as the sun comes up. That gets me wetter than ANYTHING.
I drop my kids off at elementary school.. lots of parents in the area walk there and you sort of see the same characters every day. Several smokeshows wearing yoga pants/ pajamas.. it's a milf paradise.. One mom early 20s bikes her kid in the back saddle.. by chance, one of the attachments fell off and i was there to help her fix it. we started chatting and there was this immediate sexual tension.. shes got a banging latina body where you can sense she took an extra minute on her outfit to look right before heading out. A few weeks pass and we casualy exchange greetings.. one day.. it started raining bad and i could see her from my car she was waiting under a an awning.. told her to hop in. In the car sort of drying her self off.. she tells me her husband already went to work and offered me to come in real quick for coffee. seems completely innocent. walking in.. she starts telling me how she's having problems with her marriage and so tired of her guy.. they "haven't been intimate
This one guy who kept teasing me so i ended up showing him I'm a dirty cumslut He used to fuck me while teasing me with the thought of him cumming deep inside me. It made me feel so dirty but also so turned on. One night, I had enough of him teasing me with it, and while he was being naughty and throwing me around, he said he was getting close, and so was I. While fucking me from behind asked me if i wanted his cum deep inside me and of course I replied with " yes daddy fill me up I need it" I knew he wasn't going to do it but I wasn't going to let him waste it again haha I could feel him getting real hard, and he started to twitch, I knew he was really close. I quickly turned around and pushed him onto the bed and climbed on his cock sliding it straight back in my wet pussy. It felt so good as it slid in I immediately knew I was going to cum too. As I was griding away knowing he will cum any second. I said "daddy are you going to cum deep inside me" he replies "I'm so close you have t
I've never had an experience like this before and it was unique and weirdly hot. He came over last night, and like the other times I expected him to just brutally fuck me. Instead he told me to strip and play with myself. It was a little awkward at first, but I wanted to do what he told me. Once I started though, I got really into it. I liked him watching me, and I especially liked when he started slowly jerking off as he watched me. Then he walked over and put his dick to my lips, but he wouldn't let me suck him. He told me to keep playing with myself. It was really frustrating because I was so horny and his cock was right there and I wanted to suck it. Then he started talking dirty to me, and calling me names, and it was getting me really close to cumming. All of a sudden he was ontop of me and he had his hand around my neck. I could barely breath and it was so sudden it scared me. He just jumped on me and started choking me, but then he started fucking me. Like really fucking me
Post college I worked a job with some weird hours. My roommate worked a 9-to-5 (which was more of a 7-to-7, gotta love the corporate life), but it left me with a lot of free time during the day. Swiping through one of the dating apps, I found someone in the same boat. Liz was a cute little bartender and we hit it off quick. She had golden blonde hair that fell just past her shoulders, big blue eyes, a nose ring, and, I was happy to later discover, a pierced tongue. She stood maybe 5 foot 3 with a slim-thick build that gave her a great ass and two perky B cups. We went out for drinks one night and had a good time, but she had work after so the date ended early. A few days later, she texted me around 11am to see if I wanted to hang out. To my surprise, the address she texted me was two blocks away; we lived on the same street. I tossed on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and walked over. Liz's house was a worn down little college renter with a big front porch. I knocked and she answe
Hi long time reader here but never had the thought to write up some of my past on here until now. Honestly a bit worried I wont stack up to how well some of you write! If this post gets a lot of attention I may even write up some more! A little about me before we start, mid 40s dad of one. Best daughter I could have wished for! Mostly raised her myself in a household where talking about sex was not taboo at all. That is kind of important for the story. Anyways I will start with no more delay. Everyone in this story is 18+ Me, my daughter (Chloe) and her best friend (Zara) would frequently go to conventions and when my daughter left for college it stopped for a bit. Zara stayed back with her family to work at their family business in the town. Her boyfriend from highschool for many years turned out to be cheating on her repeatedly and she broke up with him. I had heard all this from my daughter Chloe, we all know how drama travels. This was just before the weekend and Zara and her ex h