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[poetry] Fellow writers, describe r/GoneWild (or r/ladybonersgw) in a haiku (5,7,5). | Internet Intimacy
"Here's a small album"
"I need to see your butthole"
"Banana for scale" | 4 | 0 | 7 |
[poetry] Fellow writers, describe r/GoneWild (or r/ladybonersgw) in a haiku (5,7,5). | [deleted] | 4 | 0 | 7 |
[poetry] Fellow writers, describe r/GoneWild (or r/ladybonersgw) in a haiku (5,7,5). | Instead of haiku you get a hoedown, because im an anarchist or something.
Wayne:
All the boys on reddit, are having jerking fits,
All caus the ladies, like to show their tits.
As for their reasons, its right in the data,
Some for self esteem, and others for the karma.
Colin:
I posted on gone wild, i aimed to cause a fuss,
I showed em everything I had, from my bush up to my bust
true to expectations, everyone was rude,
The joke is on them though, cause im actually a dude.
Drew:
I once went on reddit, to ladyboners gone wild,
where to my surprise, I recognized Ryan Styles,
I expected to find, pictures of his meat,
Instead his posts consisted of, just his freakish feet.
Ryan:
I went on gone wild, and found an ugly creature,
By a count of negative karma, she truly was a feature,
She wore glasses and had saggy breasts, and her back was quite hairy,
I saw her at work today, thats right shes Drew Carey.
All:
Thats right shes Drew Carey!
Edit: bonus verse
Ryan:
I saw Drew Caries mother, on gone wild the other night.
When i opened up the link, she gave me quite a fright.
You might recognize the name, she goes by Priscilla,
But dont let that fool you, shes actually a gorilla!
All:
Actually a gorilla!
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[Cc] The opening scene of my upcoming story in progress. All comments are appreciated. (Warning: wall of text) | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 5 |
[Cc] The opening scene of my upcoming story in progress. All comments are appreciated. (Warning: wall of text) | You use he as the beginning of your sentences A LOT, especially in the first few sections. Its a lot of "this happened and then this happened and then this happened" maybe you could add her thoughts? Just a recommendation. :) it does capture your interest, though.
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[Cc] The opening scene of my upcoming story in progress. All comments are appreciated. (Warning: wall of text) | It can be hard to avoid the trap of personal pronouns, especially when trying to write in a description driven style. I think part of the problem is that while being written from "her" perspective, almost all the action is focused on his actions. For every "I" or "my" there are several "He" or "His" —if he is to be the focus it might be better to write from his perspective.
Another thing that might help would be shorter, punchier sentences. As readers we don't know who this man in her bed is, until the end. Is he a predator/rapist? A lover? Short sentences would convey either a sense of panic, or, urgency, as two lovers would feel.
>He touched my chin with the thumb of his left hand and gently pulled it over, exposing my neck. He traced the fingers from behind the ear down to my shoulder. When he brought his face close to mine, I could see a glimmer in his eyes.
to
A gentle touch. His fingers pressed lightly, turning my head to expose the soft skin of my neck. Fingertips traced a long slow line from my ear down to my clavicle. His face rose to meet mine; eyes glimmering.
I also think the focus shifts after he penetrates her. The first half seems to be more about him, the second about her. There is also a shift of tense, mostly in the past, with the last paragraph shifting to a mix of present and past tense.
I think the bones of this story are great. There are just technical issues to deal with. If you want more input, feel free to contact me, I am always happy to help another writer. | 1 | 0 | 5 |
[WP] Tell your kid/s how they were conceived. | A father confiding in his son for advice:
Wheelll shun, I dddont want to teal you this. Butttt, yourz moom andsz I werz es gonna divorce not to long ago.
Too much angries arguements. But dat night she sayz, ans sipsz her beer, that she remeeberz my me on the footbalz fields. So I say, "damn youre cute asz in that cheerleadin skirt." I smilezs here way, my blue eyes meet hers. I stare, I even hiccuppp and burp, and and next thing I know were makinz love. My sweets hartz. I remember the moment I bacamz your daddy.
My mind, it thinks back, agahn to wehn we met. She telz me at the championzhip, hiccuppp, that she's late. I say, naw way, you make to the bus. Cheer your heart out. Mah cheek getz slapped, an shez walked away. Laterz, I look over at her in daz skirt. It hitsz me. I go to throw the final touchdown, and it hits me againz, right beforez he hits me on the linez. I'm gonna be a daddyz. I misszed teh recieverz, fumblez but caught and touchdownz. We'ze end up the winnerz. At the pah-raid, I slippzed it ring on her weddingz finger.
(Wrote this completely sober...threw in the drunk aspect. I feel like a parent telling their child about there conception would be a strange story.
The story both telling, and hearing, should be uncomfortable, unexpected, and difficult to sort through.)
I am going to contemplate a sexier version to make it more appealing.
Hopefully I get it, write it, and send it. | 2 | 0 | 1 |
A honest letter from the cheating GF | Hi,
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[WP]Sensualness at the Drive-in Movie theater | That's something some of us have done. | 1 | 0 | 4 |
[Wp] a story about my wife | Are you just looking for that body type and name or might there be something more specific?
I mean, why would she cheat? Is she just insatiable? Are you failing her in the bedroom? Is this particular opportunity just too good for her to pass up even though it's completely out of character for her to stray?
Also, what kind of guy do you think she'd go for? Someone younger and super fit? Someone maybe older with an air of power? Someone with an especially big or small cock or other physical feature? Or is it more about the fact someone other than you is turned on by her?
Anything you know that especially trips her switches? Something you think only you would know to do for her, but that would make her melt? | 1 | 0 | 1 |
[WP] A teenage girl is left home alone, except for the landscaping crew working outside... | Kara's hand flailed out from under the covers and smacked the alarm. Then again. After the third time, she realized it wasn't her alarm that woke her. She blinked a few times at the ceiling and then sat up, her sheet slipping from the snug, thin t-shirt she was wearing, trying to place the offending noise.
As synapses fired, she groaned and flopped back onto her pillow. Of course her alarm wasn't going off; it was Saturday so she had no school. And with all the rain there'd been this week the landscaping crew was making up for lost time starting right in her yard. She rolled out of bed and glanced at the mirror on her door as she stretched, her top baring a bit of her toned tummy above skimpy underwear. She grinned at her reflection and scratched her ass before moving to peek out the window.
Neither of her parents' cars were in the driveway, just the landscaper's truck. And ... Josh? That was him, wasn't it? She hadn't realized that the heartthrob of the senior class, mister all-conference running back and featured star of half her nighttime fantasies worked shirtless in her yard on a regular basis. She lingered there, watching him bend over a mower, adjusting something before standing up straight and pulling on the starter. His back muscles bunched and flexed as he drew it powerfully back to be met with the roar of the small engine.
She bit her lip at the way he set his shoulders, so relaxed and yet so confident, and walked into the yard and out of her view. She shuddered and bit her lower lip as she squeezed her thighs together to a mental replay of that scene but it wasn't enough.
Kara darted out of her room and into her parent's large master across the hall. She dodged around unsorted clean laundry and kneeled up on the bed to access the windows facing the part of her yard she'd seen Josh mowing toward. Her perky little chest pressed against the cold windowsill as she oogled his butt while he strode away from her. The powerful V-shape of his back just radiating manlyness in a way so few of her classmates did. When he turned to work his way back toward the house, she thought he glanced up, maybe that was even a momentary look of recognition on his face, but then he returned to his task without waving or anything.
She backed quickly away from the window. At least she'd been mostly hidden, not that she had anything to be ashamed about, but the thought of being caught so unprepared by a boy she would so love to impress was just unnerving. And what could she do now? If he had seen her, it would be awkward and rude to just ignore him, wouldn't it? At the same time, he was working so she shouldn't interrupt him just to chat, right?
She cringed as she went into the bathroom and relieved herself. She should go out and say hi, she decided. Surely she could retain her composure in front of his shirtless chest for a few minutes. She gave her face a quick scrub and brushed her hair, then went ahead and brushed her teeth for good measure. Anything more might seem too obvious.
She pulled on a pair of fleece shorts that did a nice job of following the contours of her teenaged bum. She wasn't anything like the most developed girl in her class, more lithe than curvy, but she knew she'd drawn a few eyes walking around in those. Maybe more from old pervs than from someone like Josh, but you had to start somewhere. A nicer top would have been nice, but if he had seen her in that window, he might notice that she'd changed. As she passed through the kitchen on her way to the back door, she finally came up with her excuse and reached into the refrigerator to grab a couple of cold water bottles. Surely he wouldn't question her motives if she was just being polite to someone working hard on a hot morning.
A knock at the back door interrupted her schemes though. She carried both bottles cradled in one arm as she opened the door with fantasies of Josh running a hand through his sweaty hair, ripped abs gleaming, broad chest heaving. It wasn't Josh who was knocking though. Another man stood there wearing a t-shirt printed with the logo of the lawncare company with a grin that faded as he saw her, brows knitting in momentary confusion. He was quite a few years older and several pounds heavier than Josh, though he did look like he could still handle some hard work.
He said with some embarrasment, "Oh, sorry Miss. I um... I guess you're Jackie's daughter? Wow, the resemblance is striking." Even if he hadn't gone from grinning like a dog in a butcher's shop to quite obviously eyeing up her body, that was a comment she was sick of hearing. "She usually likes it when we check in before we're done. In case she needs anything special. Is she home?"
Kara crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly acutely aware of the way her worn old t-shirt clung to her small breasts. It was awkward still holding the bottles and she felt the cold condensation on them seeping through the fabric onto her skin, chilling her left nipple and causing it to stiffen instantly. She shook her head and replied, "No. Mom and Dad are out. I... I was just going to bring you guys some water. And, um, say Hi to Josh. We... we go to school together, so..."
The older man chuckled and leaned back, shouting to his partner, "Hey, Josh. Come on over here. Someone wants to say hello." He reached out toward Kara and said, "I'll take the water though. It's much appreciated." His gaze didn't waver from the spot his bottle had been held even after she handed it to him.
As he approached from the yard, Kara could hear Josh saying something about how, "I was afriad we'd missed her, didn't see her car out here." But when he came within view of her in the doorway, he hesitated, blinking at her and finishing with a simple "Oh. Kara?"
She reached the remaining water bottle toward him and bit her lower lip as she felt her erect nipple slide against the cold wet spot on her shirt. "Hi, Josh. I just saw you out the window. I didn't even know you did this for us. But um, it was nice seeing you, I guess."
Josh took the water and unscrewd the cap, glancing from Kara to the man beside him. He raised the bottle and took a long drink, presenting much the image of the chiseled god she'd imagined earlier. Then he said, "So did you want something... special today? Is that why you're home instead of Jackie?" | 4 | 0 | 4 |
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[wp] Weekend at Grandma's (via /r/NaughtyFamilyDiary) | Enjoy my twist on the story. And if you like it, I guess I could continue it... :p
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I didn't know that nipples could stay hard for that long. She couldn't have been turned on all day could she have? Is that really a question I should be debating right now. She did rip off my clothes, and I swear I saw a smile on her face when she looked me up and down. And now she has her hand cupping and massaging my balls for the last half an hour. That isn't a normal grandma/grandson interaction. Besides being naked next to each other.
My cock has been throbbing for almost an hour now and it's now begging to have the tension released. Since I'm too shy to just ask at this moment, I decide to give grandma's nipples some attention. They seem to be begging for the attention anyways, and no use hiding my erection anymore. My hand wasn't covering much anyways.
My hand moved up and cupped her breast. For a grandma, her tits had held up quite well. They sagged a little, but still had great shape to them. I moved my fingers so they found her nipple and lightly pinched down. I was surprised to hear a soft moan escape her lips. Guess she really was turned on all day.
It was my turn to moan, as her grip on my balls tightened. It must have been a reaction to me pleasing her, but for me it felt good. As my fingers continued to tease her nipple, her hand moved from my balls. Her fingers wrapped around my cock and slowly moved up my shaft. Once to the top of my cock she lreleased her grip on me and ran a finger over the tip of my cock, rubbing my precum all over my cock head. Fuck she knew how to tease a man.
She then moved her hand back down and stroked my cock once again. It felt amazing. I let my eyes close and enjoyed her hand on my throbbing shaft. Stroking up and down. It felt so good, and had me so damn close to cumming.
Since my eyes were closed, I didn't know if she was looking at me, or my cock, or still watching TV. But I heard her murmur something about, "feeling better than she remembered," or something along those lines. I smiled at the comment and then felt her move toward me. More specifically her moving her body toward me, and her head down.
Before i could fully comprehend what was happening, I felt grandma's lips wrap around my cock head and suck, hard. I gasped, and it took all my strength not to blow right then. My grandma has her mouth on my cock, but damn does it feel amazing. Without even realizing my arm that was around her moved and I placed my hand on the back of her head.
She bounced her head up and down on my cock a few times, expertly sucking on it and teasing me. I moaned out loud as she sucked hard and pulled off of my cock.
"Damn it sonny, you going to grab my hair and make me fuck your cock or just sit
there and moan," she said as my cock left her lips.
What the fuck, grandma demanding I pound her mouth. This is one bizarre evening. I push down on her head and she takes my cock in her mouth and lets her head drop all the way down. She gags slightly once I bottom out in her mouth, my cock in the back of her throat. I pull her head up, not wanting her to gag.
"Damn it boy, I was just getting used to your cock," she said in a heated tone, "I don't want your cock out of my mouth until you've filled it with your hot cum, you got it!"
"Yes grandma," I saw, thinking it sounded a bit odd as I said it. Before my hand could push her head down, Grandma dropped her head and took all of my cock again. Bottoming out and staying there, enjoying the feeling of a hard cock filling her throat and mouth.
I grabbed her hair and pulled up on her head. Then push her head back down. She kept on sucking on my cock as I moved her head up and down. At first I wasn't sure if she was enjoying it, but then a hum started to make his cock vibrate. I imagine if her mouth wasn't full of cock it'd have sounded like, "mmmmmmmmm."
At this point I didn't care, all I cared about was that I was about to blow and my grandmother's mouth felt amazing on my cock. I pumped her head up and down yet again, even moving my hips up to meet her head coming down. I threw back my head.
"I'm cummming," was all I could say before my cock swelled and then unloaded into grandma's mouth. Load after load shot into her waiting mouth and down her throat. She expertly swallowed it all while continuing to bob her head on my cock.
My hand fell off her head as I relaxed on the couch. Grandma licked my cock clean, not wasting a single drop of cum.
"You taste wonderful," she said looking up at me.
I just say there, not sure what to say back. She smiled at me and adjusted herself on the couch. She turned so she was facing me, bringing a leg up and putting it against the back of the couch. That gave me a direct view of her pussy. And was it a beautiful one. Short, well kept hair around lovely pussy lips. Pussy lips that were glistening from her arousal.
"You going to just stare at it, or show your grandma how well you can eat a woman out," grandma said.
Without out a word, I lowered my head...
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[WP] characters playing chess as the metaphor for trying to get in the pants | It's not totally as you suggested but your prompt did spur me to write http://bawdybloke.com/fiction-revenge-chess/ ;-) | 2 | 0 | 6 |
[WP] characters playing chess as the metaphor for trying to get in the pants | *Alissa, my ebony-skinned queen sat at the chessboard. How I wish I could trace your curves with a firm but subtle hand. As it is, I can trace only the curves of my own dark queen, and hope that one day soon I might replace her with you…*
“Best of luck, Richard.”
Across the board, Alissa raised her eyebrows and smiled, and as ever my heart felt that familiar twang of beauty assimilation. What I wouldn’t give to know the warmth of her body in my arms and upon my chest; what I wouldn’t give to know the taste of those plump pink lips, or to look down at her upon her knees and feel her wet mouth envelope me… *Focus!*
“Yeah, well… I wish I could say the same for you, haha.”
Another smile, and the course of our wager was underway. Alissa joined my chess club four months ago, and from the very first moment I laid eyes on her I was smitten. Alas, she had from day one seemed more interested in Alex, the tall, fair-haired lad who played first board two leagues above my own. While I was still learning—still improving—Alex had been playing since he was a kid. I’d liked him until Alissa joined, and now all I felt when I looked at him was jealousy.
We’d played ten moves each when I seemed to surprise her with a bold venture into her territory, flinging my knight in unsupported to attack her rook. She’d been even more surprised when I’d ventured to ask her out a week ago, and that in itself had turned into a metaphorical game of chess; she liked me, she said, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to go out with me. It had taken much to-ing and fro-ing for me to breach her defences, and at last she’d agreed to give me a chance—if only I could defeat her over the board.
I didn’t want to have to defeat her over the board—I wanted to sweep the pieces away and bend her over the board—but a chance was a chance. She even wrangled herself the white pieces, but by now I was used to being denied any advantage. In my head I’d pitted myself against Alex in the race for her affections, and there was no doubting who was the favourite in that match-up.
Curling her lower lip between her teeth and biting it gently, Alissa leaned over the board and fell into a deep think. I sat back and fell into fantasy, fighting to keep my eyes away from the all too prominent cleavage that her low-cut top presented to me. I glanced back at the board and my eyes fell upon a bishop standing tall… I fancied it was my erect manhood, and in my mind’s eye saw it sliding between her luscious breasts, revelling in the smooth contact between naked flesh and naked shaft. *Focus!*
She ignored my threat to the rook completely, countering by creating a threat of her own. I couldn’t help but feel a little thrill as she met my aggression in kind, and we shared a feisty glance that made my cock stir in my jeans. *God I love a girl who doesn’t know when to back down…*
Not wanting to seem weak or timid, I took the rook, and immediately Alissa surprised me by sacrificing her bishop, checking my king in the process. My instinct was to take, but I refrained. She had something in mind, and I wasn’t going to give in so easily. Perhaps five minutes passed, and—confident that I’d figured out her idea—I calmly moved my king to the side, and looked my beautiful opponent in the eye.
“Nice try… I’m not that easy, though,” I winked.
Her eyes narrowed in a show of playful aggression, and I smirked back. I was getting somewhere… if not in the game, I was definitely getting somewhere with her. I could see it in her eyes and in the corners of her mouth, which flinched as though wanting to smile, but she was restraining herself. *Oh, restraints…* Images of leather cuffs about her wrists flashed through my mind, beads of sweat glistening on dark skin… *For the love of god, FOCUS!*
“Yeah, well… neither am I.”
“Of course not! I would never suggest such a thing. You are a formidable opponent…”
“But?”
“Buuuut,” I shrugged, “I’m full of surprises. You’d do well to keep your eye on me.”
“Ha. I’d say the same to you, but we already know you’ve got your eye on me.”
Ah, how sweet it was to joust! And speaking of jousting, what had become of my knight? Ah, Alissa had snapped the horse up, but I had a rook in exchange: a small victory. I still had the opportunity to take capture her bishop, but that would lead me into the same trap as before. No, that wouldn’t do… Instead, I laid a small trap for her, setting up a threat which *would* allow me to capture the bishop without risk, but she spotted the idea and ran away with the bishop, and now I felt like I had control. She had fled in retreat, but the chessboard is only so large, and one cannot get off of it without being captured—without falling into the hands of another.
Again I fell to fancy, imagining her falling willing into my hands. I wouldn’t step aside this time, but would embrace her every desire, and—hopefully—penetrate her defences with my own bishop. Beneath the fabric of my pants, that bishop rose in attention to the thought of such penetration, and the warm welcome it would receive amidst her pink folds.
For the rest of the game I was on the offensive, though she put up a stern defence. She’d had the right of it when she said she wasn’t easy, and I was damn well having to work for this date. In the end, though, she would succumb; I was confident of that, and the exchange up to boot.
“Are you sure you don’t want to lay down for me yet?” I asked at one point, nodding towards her king as she was moving him out of check. The joke went down like the Hindenburg, and I felt my stomach turn. *Any more blunders like that and she won’t go out with you even if you do win.* To confound things, Alex appeared by the board and asked us how it was going. Of course, nobody but us knew that this was more than just a chess game, but his presence still irked me—or rather it was Alissa’s reaction to his presence that irked me.
“It’s interesting, don’t you think?” she replied, smiling up at him.
“Yeah… looks like you’re in a tight spot, though. I’ll check back on you later.”
I watched her as she watched him leave, and gritted my teeth a little. That was it; I had to finish this *now*. I had the better position—I knew I did—but I just had to put her to bed… Bed… back came the fantasies. Now I was pinning her arms, writhing atop her and thrusting into her, and I could almost feel the smooth warmth of her thighs around me. I saw her mouth gaping, gasping, and I could hear her whining in pleasure… My cock was hard again, and feeling uncomfortably confined in my jeans. And then—all of a sudden—I saw something else in my mind’s eye.
For five minutes I sat staring at the pieces, convincing myself that the advance of the f-pawn was the key to victory. *f4… f5… strip open the king, strip open Alissa’s blouse…* My forehead was resting against my hand, and I used it as a shield to glance up at her breasts unnoticed, then threw caution to the wind and slapped out my move. Alissa—who had for the past twelve to fifteen moves been doing nothing other than staving off an inevitable defeat, threw in a check. I moved my king, and her queen swung across to the side of the board. *Check.* I moved the king again—*check. Oh no.*
“I don’t think you can escape the checks… draw?”
“I… shit, you’re right.”
My heart sank. I’d been over-zealous. I’d gotten ahead of myself and overlooked the perpetual check that I’d allowed her; I’d let her off the hook. *Shit, shit, shit!* But wait! I’d made headway, right? Those looks we’d exchanged; the playful competition. She might still accept a rematch, or even a date.
“Tough luck, buddy.” *Alex… not now…*
“Yeah… shit happens, eh?”
“I guess… why didn’t you play knight f7 check?”
“I dunno… doesn’t go anywhere.”
“Oh yeah? Here, check this out. You check, the king moves… you check again—double check with the knight *and* the queen…”
“She just moves her king, and I have to repeat the position.”
“Ehh, not quite…”
To my surprise, Alex placed my queen beside the king. It was supported by the knight, so the king couldn’t take, and if it weren’t for the rook it would be checkmate.
“What? Why can’t she just take the queen with the rook?”
With far too cocky a smile, Alex captured the queen with the rook, and promptly checked the king again with the knight.
“Oh wow!” Alissa exclaimed, clasping her hands together and smiling at Alex with the very excitement I had hoped she would one day bathe me in. On the board, the king had no squares to move to, being trapped by its own rook. It—and my chances with Alissa—had been smothered.
"Checkmate."
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You never stressed that it had to be a successful attempt at getting in the pants, and this was the first thing that came to mind. There is also an alternate version where Alex's name is Khan. That version is exactly the same as this one, only with the inclusion of one final line:
*KHAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!* :P | 5 | 0 | 6 |
[WP] characters playing chess as the metaphor for trying to get in the pants | Just a thought:
The white knight steps forward two, and sidesteps one, awaiting further moves. He waits patiently, plotting his possible courses for movement and attack, and watches things unfold around him.
He stands aside, untouched, for a time. His placement lets him observe the rooks and knights move around as they succumb to the counter-movements form his friends and enemies. Watching friends fall is hurtful, while seeing the opposition succumb excites him.
Despite the surrounding chaos, the white night stands. Eventually, he stands still until he realized that the black queen is slowly approaching him. He's torn, and stuck, in place until the right moment. He wants jump out of character and consume every molecule of her existence. He wants to fill her space with his. But, obeying the rules and strategy set for him, he bids his time as she advances slowly.
He can tell that she's eager to devour him, and sometimes take his mates out of competition, but he remains steadfast.
He'll move along his routine to counter her movements. He wants for her to dig into his flesh, biting at his hips. He wants to conquer her, or wait for the game to consume him. Despite their intentions, it's not up to them to determine who and how they'll consume each other. They're guided by the hand of fate which will send them along their predetermined course.
Despite the anticipation, they both know they play a minor role in the endgame. They're confined to the rules, they play a role that is neither pawn or King, yet they remained confined to rules that dictate their fate. At the right moment, they'll consume or be consumed...which ever way their fate leads them. | 3 | 0 | 6 |
(WP) Lydia and Kira get to know each other... A lot better ( Teen Wolf) | Hi,
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[Contest] Worst Birthday Ever | Today sucked. It's gone down in history as the WORST. BIRTHDAY. EVER!!!! I cringe just thinking about it.
And some may think the reason is that I walked in on my daughter right away in the morning puking in the toilet. With her telling me between heaves she was pregnant. That might have made it bad, but even worse was the vision in my head that popped up.
I had caught her fucking her boyfriend a couple months ago, which was probably when he knocked her up. Damn bastard was my boss' son, and both of them were arrogant pricks. But guess I could see why she liked him. She was riding him cowgirl style, and she had to move up really high to get fully up and down on him. She was bouncing up and down like a wild woman, telling him she never wanted his cock to leave her pussy. I just stood there in the doorway watching, too stunned to yell or scream. Which led to me witnessing my daughter orgasm and scream out his name. He had cum with her and then she collapsed on top of him.
They just laid there, both breathing heavily. Then the prick boyfriend said, "I came a ton that time babe," then he paused as he saw me in the doorway and said, "oh fuck, hey Mr. Smith." That lead to an interesting evening.
But that wasn't what made it horrible.
Some may think it was going to work, knowing my boss and I were going to have the same grandkid. With the scowl I gave him, he figured out why I was pissed. And to make it worse he pulled me into his office and said, "So now you know, it'll be great that we have a grandkid together." NO it won't be great, asshole. Luckily I only said that in my mind.
But that wasn't the worst part of my day.
I took a half day, since I couldn't stand my boss anymore, he just pisses me off to no end. I got home and seeing my grandmother's car in the driveway I thought something was up. She never came over this early. I smiled thinking this was a planned birthday surprise for me. I decided to surprise her and went downstairs to the guest bedroom to say hello.
I was surprised when I walked up to the open guest bedroom door to find my wife on her back, naked, getting pounded by the pool boy. Well he's the neighbor boy who my wife insisted we have clean the pool. Guess she just wanted an excuse to have him over to the house. But damn that boy was pounding her. Each time he slammed forward, her tits would bounce wildly.
Her moans kept getting louder and louder, with her breaking them up with chants of "oh baby fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." She quickly went back to moans and then screamed out loud, "I'm cumming." And then proceeded to toss her head back and forth as she came all over his cock. He soon followed and came while grunting, would have been amusing if I wasn't so pissed. And why the hell do I always walk in when they are cumming. And damn me and my tendency to freeze when encountering these type of situations.
I cleared my throat. They both looked at me, the pool boy swearing, really, what is with the swearing, and my wife's face going red.
"When you've caught your breath, pool boy, you are fired, and honey, pack your bags."
As they both began to say something I grabbed the door and slammed it shut. I stormed upstairs to the master bedroom.
And some would say that is why my day sucked, but no, that's not it.
I stormed into my bedroom and slammed the door shut. I thought I heard a shriek as I slammed it. I walk over to the master bath looking to see if someone was in there.
Out came my grandmother, BUTT NAKED!!!!!
That was HORRIBLE!!! WORST...VISUAL...EVER!!! She had used my bathroom to shower, since I had raved about the new shower head I put in there. Some may think, hey, that's not bad, she's a GILF. HELL NO!!! Nothing was in the right place. Some woman age beautifully, but she unfortunately did not.
Now I'll have her body attached to any woman's face for weeks when I try to masturbate. If I can ever get it up again, since that and thinking of my wife fucking the pool boy won't get me in the mood anytime soon...fuck birthdays, they are overrated... | 3 | 0 | 2 |
[Contest] Worst Birthday Ever | It looked so innocent. Clean, crisp, ivory coloured heavy linen paper, totally unmarred except for the word "Benjamin" neatly written in Her confident, looping cursive. The Ivory Menace just sat there. An innocuous looking envelope, leaning against a vase of wilting flowers (flowers he had bought for Her only a few days earlier) suggesting nothing of the horror he knew lay within it.
Armed with a long feather duster (She insisted he needed one) he obsessively cleaned away every last mote of dust from the loft; cleaning to a clinical standard (removing the very possibility that a even an atom of Her remained). Responding to every possible outstanding, unanswered, email was his next distraction —he replied to The Kid he had bullied in high school who wanted "Benji" to know the pain he caused The Kid.
He had wanted to respond right away, but an email of that weight deserved a soft hand. The Kid didn't have to email Benjamin. Benjamin was well aware of, and quite ashamed of, the years of torture he had inflicted on The Kid. He had felt he was ready to reply after so many months, to say how sorry he was, but before he could, The Thing Had Happened happened.
Answering The Kid's email was supposed to steel his nerves. After a fashion it did, in that it caused Benjamin to contemplate the possibility that he wasn't a good person (in point of fact, he was a rather vile human being, but deep in his essence, he always knew that to be the case).
Benjamin felt he had instilled a sufficient sense of spleen that he could finally face The Ivory Menace lurking in his kitchen. His hand trembled slightly as he picked it up, as though it carried an electric charge —When Ben first met Her, he described Her touch as electric, but that charge, he reflected was positive; this charge was negative, in every possible sense— He ran his gold and silver letter opener (the one his father, a barrister, left to Benjamin in his will, along with a witty parable full of middle class pretension) along the fold of the envelope, severing it the flap from the body. Benjamin removed the card from the envelope. It was made of the same heavy linen paper as the envelope, and read in a seriffed *Old Fashioned Typewriter* font "Thank You". The card had come from a set that he had bought Her years ago, along with gold fountain pen that She now used for all Her correspondence.
As he opened the card a flash came to Benjamin. A memory of soft, whispy hairs tickling his cheeks. A memory of a sweet musky scent filling his nostrils. Inside the card, written in the same confident cursive as the envelope, were the words "**for the worst birthday ever.**" The sound of Her voice rang around his head, overlaid with the voice of another. The other voice wasn't speaking pre se, rather it was repeating a series of oaths and obscenities, interlaced with moans.
Benjamin's gaze fell to the couch, and suddenly his mind was flooded with memories of The Thing That Had Happened. Memories of The Nubile. Benjamin was sure that he was a vile human being, just as he was sure that The Nubile wasn't a person at all. The Nubile was succubus visited upon him —like a biblical punishment— in form of a teenage girl.
Benjamin ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth. A little jolt of pain told him his tongue was still raw. His salivary glands exploded as a memory of The Nubile's taste flooded his mouth. The Nubile had started to take off her little pink cotton briefs for him, but Benjamin preferred she kept them on. He promised that the feeling tongue lapping the cotton covered clitoris would be like nothing The Nubile had ever felt before. He wasn't sure that this was indeed true, but he had always had a thing for panties, and besides, She always begged for it that way.
Maybe Benjamin had brought this on himself. All those times he had shared an elevator with The Nubile. The innocent questions about life, and school, and things he thought were important to girls The Nubile's age. Maybe they weren't really innocent at all. Maybe that they were innocent was the lie Benjamin was telling to himself. It was a lie. Since that day The Nubile brushed her black pixie cut hair from her face, since The Nubile's hand touched his "accidently" reaching for the same elevator button, and left it lingering just a millisecond longer than would suggest an accident, he knew there was nothing innocent about The Nubile.
In his mind's eye the elevator doors slide open, and being a gentleman, Benjamin let The Nubile exit first, pretending he wasn't doing it to watch that firm little ass, and pale white legs as they led him from the confinement of elevator.
Benjamin was wrapping Her birthday gift —an early printing of *Paradise Lost* that she had long coveted— when there was a knock at the door. He peered through the peep hole; it was The Nubile. The Nubile appologised, explaining something about lost keys. The exact details of the exchange were lost on him, although The Nubile wore her school uniform, her blouse was more open than usual, and his thoughts disappeared down the well of her cleavage.
As it always was, as it always shall be, Benjamin invited The Nubile in to his home. He offered The Nubile a drink, out of a sense of politesse, and as a way of filling the silence that screamed his desire for The Nubile. He handed The Nubile the glass of cold liquid, who accepted it, but in the exchange The Nubile used the free hand to clasp him by the wrist and pull him closer. As his ear came even with The Nubile's mouth, Benjamin's ear filled with The Nubile's command "You are going to fuck me like The Little Whore I Am." As if he were possessed by another consciousness he answered "And you are going to beg for it, like The Little Whore You Are."
The Nubile lifted her school skirt and began to pull of her panties, when Benjamin told her to stop. He wanted to eat The Nubile's cunt with her panties still on. He wanted to feel the wet cotton against his tongue as the moans filled his ears. When Benjamin was done the pink cotton of The Nubile's panties were saturated with both of their bodily fluids. The Nubile leaned forward and unbuckled Benjamin's pants, opened his fly, and wrestled his swollen cock from his boxers. "I want you inside me Ben," The Nubile purred, "I want you to fuck me hard and deep like The Little Whore I Am." The Nubile wrapped a soft hand around his manhood, guiding him towards oblivion. The Nubile's labia kissed the head Benjamin's cock, giving it the kiss of life and the kiss of death.
Benjamin pushed deeper inside The Nubile's sex, savouring her tightness —somehow The Nubile's cunt was even tighter than Her ass, and he was Her first backdoor visitor. Benjamin slowly filled The Nubile, till he hit her Maidenhead. "Don't be nervous Ben. I want you to break me. Ben, I want you to make me bleed," The Nubile purred. Benjamin, made more ardent by The Nubile's words, pushed hard against her chastity. As it gave way The Nubile let out a scream followed by "That's it Ben. Fuck me like The Little Whore I am. Make me bleed for you Ben!" That scream masked the sound of Her unlocking the door.
Ben grabbed The Nubile by her sock covered feet and pinned them against the back of the couch. He fucked The Nubile with a hard savagery, as though he were trying to restart her heart by some odd sexual CPR. The Nubile began to spout a series of non-sense swear words and oaths, as Ben fucked The Nubile like The Little Whore She Was. Ben's manhood slammed into The Nubile over and over till finally his strength gave out. With a loud cry Benjamin exploded inside of The Nubile, pumping his seed deep inside of The Nubile.
As Benjamin shot his last load into The Nubile clarity came to him. Gone were The Nubile's swearing, and all Benjamin heard was Her voice. "WHAT THE FUCK? You asshole! With That Little Whore? ON MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY"
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[Contest] Worst Birthday Ever | I sat on the porch and let the midnight mist fall on my meager lawn. Joy had thought to light the lantern I kept on the small table so we weren't completely in the dark. There were three beers and two lit cigarettes and the two of us on the porch glider.
"Fuck everything about this day."
Joy didn't say anything. She was my best friend, perhaps my only friend. She'd been out as a lesbian since high school and there hadn't been a secret in the world she didn't know. She was a thin girl, sort of androgynous with a stick straight figure that she hid beneath baggy flannels and hoodies. She had those ridiculous black hipster glasses and kept her hair just as short as mine.
She took a long drag off her cigarette and I know she wished it was weed.
"Start at the beginning," she prompted.
"Woke up. Rosie said she had a birthday surprise for me this morning-"
"Blowjob?"
"That's what I thought but she didn't. I actually don't know what it was she planned because she fucking forgot. She was at the gym."
I took a swing of beer. Some of it dribbled over my swelling lip and onto my comfy ACDC shirt.
"But I let it go. She came home, mid morning. Said she had invited some of our friends out for happy hour and then dinner, so I spent the day doing house shit, chores and whatever. Played Halo with you-"
"Whereupon I kicked your ass."
"And then you said you didn't get that invite."
She nodded. She remembered that part pretty well.
"I asked her about it, said not to worry. So we head downtown right, to that fruity ass place she likes, and it's all her friends. Not one person who was my friend first was there, not you, not Joey, not Mike. I mean it's not like I didn't like them, but..."
I thought about that. Had I been too harsh? too judgmental? Hadn't I spent gobs of time my with those men and women and enjoyed it?
"She said I was being a bitch about it. I didn't want to argue in front of everyone, so I let it go. We drank, chatted. Then one of them asks about when the concert starts."
"What concert?"
"Exactly. We went outside. She said there was a concert we were going to, I asked what band, she said some shitty singer...we argued. I said it was more her night than mine, she said I should be happy to spend time with her and it doesn't matter what we did. I guess I got loud cause that guy Angel comes strutting out doing his best Carlito's way impersonation and sucker punches me right in the face."
"Is that when you came home and threw all her shit on the lawn?"
"Yep."
Most of it had been clothes and it was still sitting on the lawn. Her lingerie had made its own pile, and in the pale light of the moon and street lamps I could make out a particularly sexy, stringy red thing she'd worn on our second date. It made me wonder what that birthday surprise had been, and if Angel was currently enjoying it.
"You didn't even get laid. Everyone should get laid on their birthday."
"Lots of people don't."
"Guess we have to fix that."
Joy's thin body was knelt between my legs within a heartbeat, her small hands wrestling my belt buckle.
"Whoah, what the fuck, I- ow!"
She had stuck a hand over my mouth to shut me up. The lip radiated pain in response.
"Shut up."
My cock sprang out immediately. It was an odd sensation to feel its burning hardness in the misty night, that sort of pervasive mist that comes from every direction. I felt like some sort of torch. I watched Joy's eyes flicker in the lantern light and watched her teeth glow, her tongue shimmer.
For a dyke, she sucked good cock.
I moaned and gripped her head, pulling what little hair there was. She knew how to work it, slipping her tongue along the head, swirling. I moaned and arched my back, shoving more of it into her skilled lips. Her small hands cupped around my balls and squeezed.
I didn't think I'd be in the mood for sex. But for every lash of pain Rosie had drawn across my heart that evening, Joy slipped it away with skilled strokes of her tongue.
"How'd you get so good at this?"
She let my dick come out with a pop and stood up. "Porn. Also eating pussy. They're not that different, really."
Before I could say anything else, her clothes were gone. Just, gone, stuffed into a neat pile by the front door. Her body was a special kind of sexy. She was grass blade thin, but everything about her was neatly formed: delicate and intricate like a sculpture from a master craftsman. The midnight mist clung to her goosebumps in trails of shimmering diamonds and gave her hair a dazzling sheen.
It was going to be like fucking a fairy. And that got me really hard.
I pondered the subconscious implications of that for a moment when Joy cleared her throat and glared.
"Oh, uh, right. You wanna go inside?"
"Hell no. If I'm giving you sex as a present I want it to be a god damned story. I'm fucking you out here. Now take your clothes off."
I obliged though not as swiftly or neatly as she did, my pants getting caught on my ankle. The porch glider was cold on my ass, but I forgot all about it as she straddled over my thighs. I stared at her pussy, neatly shaved, delicately formed. It was like a textbook picture of female reproduction, so pink and slight and folded like a luscious origami.
I gasped as she spread it unceremoniously with her fingers and wrapped it around the head of my cock. She hitched a moment, then slid all the way down, shuddering as she did.
"Oh fuck you're tight...are you okay?"
"Yeah...just been a while since I had a real cock."
She rose her body up once and back down. Warmth and wetness surrounded me, and the sensation swallowed me up. Her hands clawed onto my shoulders and when she let out another grunt of pleasure they curled, leaving red scratches in their wake.
"I thought lesbians were supposed to have short nails."
"Shut the fuck up and- oh...oh my god."
I had slipped my mouth up a few inches and let her perfect, tiny nipple Ayala between my lips. I swirled the tip of it with my tongue, which drew out whimpers and a fresh wetness from her pussy. She moaned for more, so I slipped it out and went to the other, repeating the motion.
We were both eager. I gripped hard onto her hips, so small and light, and she worked herself to bounce vigorously on my cock. My mouth was dedicated to pleasuring her tits, nibbling on nipples and the underside of her breasts, licking long trails across her belly. She kissed the top of my head and whispered "fuck" in a ragged, dirty way that made me want to burst.
Our fucking had hit a frantic pace. Sweat sheened and her skin flushed, making her all the more fairy-like.
I was gonna cum.
I wanted to tell her, but all that came out was a strained cry. She grinned.
"Do it. Cum in me."
I did. I yelled and let it all loose, all the pain from Rosie, from my lost birthday, and from my pent up lust. I let it all out and into her and felt no guilt or worry because I trust Joy on a deep level, trusted her so much that I'd let her have my seed.
I think she came too. I couldn't tell, but when I was done I was spent. She leaned forward onto me for a few minutes, heaving her small breasts in my face, breathing hard.
The midnight mist had turned into full rain.
My ass had slat marks.
Eventually Joy picked herself off and found her clothes, slipping them on with the same fairy efficiency she had gotten rid of them. I again stumbled my way into them. We pushed open the front door and both fell onto the couch. She lit a fresh cig.
"You now, technically it's after midnight. We missed my birthday."
She shrugged. "Guess you have an awesome day-after birthday fuck story, then."
We loaded up Halo and stared campaign co-op. She growled a few minutes into it and shifted back and forth on hand couch.
"Gross, I feel your cum leaking out of me." | 2 | 0 | 2 |
[Contest] Worst Birthday Ever | "Good morning." The whisper seemed foreign to him even for such a groggy state. "Not up yet?" The voice continued "well lets see if I can wake you up then." The blankets were pulled back in one swishing movement and my eyes opened as tiny slits to the unwelcomed pouring of sunlight through the curtains. I groaned and turned away from it. "Really? Thats the thanks I get?" I recoginzed that sound, my wife's disapproving tone in something I've done. "Huh? What?" I responded, confused by everything thats been happening in the past few moments. "Unintelligable grunts. Wow. You always say you want me to surprise you. Do something spontaneous. So I do and look what happens." I was just waking up and tired but I knew what this was turning into fast so I had to do some damage control. "No no its okay. I just was so tired last night I crashed hard and didn't even realize I fell asleep. I mean its better than okay." Shit. "Uh huh" she responded. "You are lucky its your birthday and you better enjoy it because this is the last time I do something special unprovoked." I couldn't believe that she came out of that and continued her pursuit. My briefs were pulled down to my knees and her hands were massaging my cock and balls. She griped my already stiffened wood in her right hand and began slowly pumping it to new heights while her other hand cupped and cradled the rest of me.
"Now since we decided on no money this year I thought I could give you something you never get just to start things off in a nice way for your 30th." She was really going all out and my sleepy demeanor quickly wore off to an excited calmness. I wanted to prop myself up to watch, there is nothing like watching a beautiful woman suck your cock, but it was going to be much more enjoyable just laying back and feeling it. "Tell me before you cum. I'm giving you a happy birthday but I'm still not doing that." She smiled and dipped her head down. I couldn't and wouldn't complain, not this close. Her tongue flicked the tip and then the warmth of her mouth quickly enveloped the first couple of inches. It was then that I remembered why she didn't give blowjobs, she was terrible at them. She knows it or at least she's said she knows it. I've never taken the bait and agreed but she's convinced herself of that matter and I've never gone to her defense too strongly. The teeth grazing up and down my shaft made it uncomfortable but I had to try and remain as still as possible. My hands clentching the sheets to prevent them from pushing her away. At least I hope she thought it meant I was really into it. When she pulled her teeth out of their now set grooves on my sensitive manhood she proceede to her second act, a very clumsy handjob that was both out of sync and barely gripped hard enough to feel anything. It was awful. I didn't want to intervene with my own hand and push hers away but I had to finish or her present will turn into a weapon of "what's wrong? Why cant you finish?" How do you answer that? I can't cum when you're chewing on my cock or I can't come when you're playing badminton with it? I did the only thing I could think of, I moaned "more" and pulled her head back down. At least this way there was some hope of her getting it right and I could just tell her I was almost done so she would stop.
"Oh fuck," I shuddered. How the hell did that happen? Her teeth have been retracted and she's actually sucking me perfectly. I shut my eyes and groan again, "Yes, fuck yes. Oh god." Encouragement is always the best method to repeat proper technique. I think some sort of cosmic connection melded our minds at that point because she reached her left hand down and started playing with my balls again. The delicate grazing of the tips of her fingers was pushing me to where I could barely control my breathing. I started to muster up the words in my throat to warn her when the door flung open and the words "HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!" were yelled by the combined voices of our ten year old boy and 5 year old daughter. My wife, half naked from the waist up, dove for the blanket she had flung off of me leaving me completely exposed with a rock hard cock on the verge of cumming and my underwear around my knees. The girl screamed and the boy spun around with a wide-eyed terror of what he had just seen. My wife and I both yelled "CLOSE THE DOOR" but neither kid heard as they ran down the hall to the safety of their rooms. Silence was the only thing left. Neither of us wanted to leave the room and I'm not sure what kind of response I would have gotten if I had tried to finish myself off but it wouldn't have been pleasant. My wife threw some clothes on and went to make breakfast telling me to hurry up and get out of bed as she left the room. Apparently the birthday was over, or at least the gift was. It definitely wasn't a good start and had the shapings of the worst birthday ever.
I had more planned but I'm not sure I'd have the time to finish so I'll just go ahead and give this as a submission. :) | 2 | 0 | 2 |
[WP] Cheating wife caught in act by her daughter, who wants to joins the fun. | [deleted] | 4 | 0 | 7 |
[WP] Cheating wife caught in act by her daughter, who wants to joins the fun. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 7 |
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[WP] "Shhhhh. I think we're being watched." [+my Meta comments] | "Shhh. I think we're being watched."
John slipped off his mask and walked to the window, leaving Emily naked on the bed. Looking out the window, he did a once over of the building next to his. Sure enough. Three police, DEA agents by the look, were watching him. He waved hello and put on his mask.
"Shit babe. DEA. We're being followed. They know about me but not about you. And it's important that you play pmy hostage so you can get off in court."
"Fuck court, baby. I need to get off *right now*."
John glanced back at his girlfriend. She was pure sex. Her long brown hair laid gently over her breasts, just hiding enough to make him want to know more. Although, he couldn't know more. John had explored every inch of her body many, many times.
"Well then babe. You'll be my victim."
John took a roll of blue painters' tape and a utility knife out of his toolbox. He wrapped up Emm's hands and feet, and ran the knife, blade in, across her chest. Then, he dropped his shorts and mounted her.
Hard and rough he thrusted, again and again. Brutally. He wanted the DEA to really believe this woman was getting ravaged. He wanted to make a show of it. For Emm. Her moans threatened to give her up, but John knew that they looked like screams to the cops. Perfect. He pounded deep one last time and was spent.
"That felt food Emmy. Wait for me."
"I love you John. I love you so, so much."
John smacked Emily across the face. He missed by a hair, but the police would never know that. "Love you too. I'll see you when I'm free again."
John threw on a pair of pants and picked up his meth. Then he walked across the street to meet the cops in person. He just hoped it was enough to protect Emily for now. | 3 | 0 | 2 |
[WP] take them out back, and fuck them in the alleyway. | [deleted] | 5 | 0 | 6 |
[WP] take them out back, and fuck them in the alleyway. | It was part of the game.
They knew the rules and they wanted to play.
Risk vs benefit, reward vs penalty; the danger made sense to them to keep trying.
Because sometimes they’d win. Sometimes they’d drift past us, use their mates to set up diversions or just circumvent the venue security. Sometimes they’d get to see their idols, talk to them and most often fuck them in the dressing rooms, clearly prepared to offer their female wares to any man or woman who can play a musical instrument.
But often they didn’t win; often we caught them sneaking past us to get to the superstars and apprehend the cheeky minxes. At which point they had an option: out the front to a waiting police car or out the back to a dozen waiting dicks.
If it sounds like blackmail, it probably is, but it was the suggestion of Maggie. What she was short on in skirt-length, she had in abundance in sexiness. Her sex drive was legendary, and her wanton lust for all musicians made her the toast of Telford’s music scene. But she wasn’t always invited, and the venue eventually took out a restraining order against her, preventing the depraved nymphomaniac from coming within a quarter-of-a-mile of my employer.
She ignored the court order, we caught her the next day and she begged for mercy, pleading and imploring for us not to give her up. It would have meant a jail term. And then she made her suggestion: if she showed us a good time, would we hide her aberration from the Police?
That night changed everything; the cat-and-mouse game got more interesting; the stakes became higher. It became personal. All ten of us lined up to fuck the insatiable deviant and a new game was born. She started coming to the shows simply to screw; if we got to her first, then we would get her and if we didn’t she was the had the run of the musicians.
But normally we caught her, and the warm cunt of Maggie became a weekly receptacle for our cum. She’s moved on now; she found a session musician to take her to the shires to live out her days making jam and baking cakes, but her depraved legacy in Telford lives on. All the girls expect to dispense sexual favours if they are caught sneaking in to see the latest music craze. They come for group sex; they don’t really care which man is on the end of the dick firing cum into them. They’d just rather win the game and beat us.
Like the slutty degenerate Rebecca and scheming, sly Sandy. They were dressed in paramedics uniforms, striding past me when I caught a whiff of Rebecca’s distinctive perfume: a mixture of the subtle tones of melon and cheap anti-freeze. “Oi,” I cried and a chase ensued. She reached the top of the stairs when I managed to catch her, a few feet away from the changing room of the ageing rocker. She swore at me, as my colleagues joined us: me pinning her onto the stairs. “Take them out the back and fuck them in the alleyway!”
It was more of a statement than a suggestion, but Rebecca and Sandy both groaned and were escorted by my two colleagues to the back door. They’d been here many times before. So had I. I joined the frenzied fucking at midnight, the two girls resting on crates in the smoking shelter. Their show and punishment was winding down. Sandy had the attentions of our barman, kneeling at his feet as her tongue slid over his erect cock, but Rebecca was alone, watching.
“You look lovely tonight. Sure he would have loved you.” I offered the words as a consolation and she swore at me; that’s frustration and it’s not unexpected. Underneath the discarded green outer uniform, she wore just a grey shirt, black bra and black heels, and was not dressed to be in our cold alleyway.
But that was her problem not mine. She became aware of the zip sliding down my trousers, as I looked her over again. Cum was still dripping from her well-used pussy, while her brown hair was covered with streaky wet spots. Her make-up was smudged and there were finger marks dotted over her thighs. She looked every inch a slut, and must’ve felt it, but with a resigned sneer I knew she had accepted her fate.
“Fourth time this month,” I added. “I think you must like being fucked by us.”
She didn’t dignify my teasing with a response, but fell to her knees in front of my bobbing cock. Her bare knees rested on the cold, cobbled stones while my prick waited. Waiting for her mouth to suck on my slimy, sweaty cock.
She knew her place; her mouth opened to welcome the tip of my manhood, breathing in my cock past her overly red lips. A gentle slash of her tongue against my frenulum caused me to groan. Pant, almost. She’s a damn good cocksucker, impaling her mouth onto the sensitive prick and sliding down the shaft to send waves of relief around my body.
After the first few sucks, it became natural; she wanted my cock in her mouth as much as I wanted her mouth on my cock. Her movements became inflamed and passionate; her actions became desperate and raw. She grabbed hold of my buttocks, thrusting herself on my manhood as she deep throated me with wild abandon.
She was insatiable; the desperate slut ached for more decadence and depravity. Her fingers gravitated to her leaking pussy, rubbing her cum-covered slit as her mouth took me closer and closer to cumming.
But I as I approached the inevitable, I withdrew. Her eyes snarled at me, but I was not done with her, hauling her to her feet and pushing her over an upturned box. Her cunt offered no resistance as my cock slid into her slick pussy, using the other cum as a lubricant.
Her fingers could not resist the allure of her clit, her hand rested on the crate as I pounded into her from behind. A desperate fuck, a passionate fuck, a guttural, intense, wanton fuck. There was no respect, just a hole that I was using. She was a fucktoy: a girl with no use but to be a receptacle for our cum.
But she loved it. The pounding into her pussy, had her writhing. I felt her cunt quivering against my cock as every thrust was met with desperate groaning.
As my orgasm became inescapable, I pounded deeper and deeper, harder and faster; sending her into a state of lustful inebriation as my seed filled her pussy.
I stepped back and watched the cum dripping from her cunt; she looked disgustingly sexy. “Go home.” She glared for a moment at me. “And I hope you have learned your lesson!”
We all know she hadn’t; she’ll be back, probably in a few days time to try her luck again. But she’s having her pussy pounded, by a rock group, or their security guards. And she seems to love that.
This came from my website: http://bawdybloke.com/rock-our-world/ | 2 | 0 | 6 |
[WP] Getting kinky with the marble statue (or other art) at the museum. | I'm gonna' call this...
**BITCH ATE MY FINGER**
A monologue by Marvin Gaye - Statue at the Wax Museum of Negro Music Heroes.
Here goes nothing.
"When I get that feeling, I want"
*click*
Bitch must be 300+. Move on and stop touchin my buttons. Don't touch the exhibits.
"Oooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwww"
Fuckin James. Brotha's volume is at 11 I swear. Every mother fucker that walks in here jumps on the James pad. All day, every day, "Ooooooooooowwww". Shut the fuck up Brown. Shit is annoying.
Them some giant titties, sick. This sista is packin' serious pounds but she owns it. Shit. McDonald's three times a day. And supersize that shit yo.
That's a brave ass brotha with her, bitch is stacked. No doubt she's got talents, if ya know what I'm sayin' cuz this fly lookin' cat I'm sure could snag more pussy than Tampax. Mother fucka.
"Attention, attention. The museum will be closing in 5 minutes. Please proceed to your nearest exit."
Yea. Move that shit along and stop oggling me you triflin hoe. Your laser vision is gonna' melt this shit, for real.
What. The fuck is you doin'? Bitch are you serious? And brotha you're gonna' play along and giggle at her? Fuckin enablers.
Bitch ain't no mountain let alone exhibit curtain wide enough to hide you. What the fuck is you doin? You're really gonna' hide? Ha. Fuckin' my man Joe is gonna' make rounds in 5 minutes and you dumb shits will be tossed the fuck out. Fuckin kids. Goddamn it's hot in here today. My shit is feelin' loose.
"Attention, attention. The museum is now closed. We appreciate you visiting the New Wax Museum of Negro Music Heroes and hope you will come see us again soon. My name is Cathy and have a wonderful evening."
Cathy. Bitch is Casper. Scares the shit outta me quite frankly. Boo! Lady is smart, I'll give her that, 2 kids, college and 2 jobs. Bitch is workin it. She'll be alright.
Hells yea, word up Joe. Over there, shine that fuckin' light at B.B. and b. b. b. b. BUST these bitches. Over there Joe. Little further left. Joe.
JOE!
Seriously Joe? Bitches flourescent thong sandal is pokin' out under the curtain, what the fuck is wrong with you? LOOK! JOE FUCK SHE'S BASICALLY WAVING THE FUCKIN' CURTAIN you old as dirt bastard. Ya. Just pause. Thank the Lord. Now turn ar... JOE! Fuck you. WHAT BITCH? Joe she just stuck her entire HEAD out the curtain. Fuck Joe you musta seen that shit. Come on man. Joe.
We ain't bros anymore man. Please don't go, don't leave me. Joe. MY MAN JOE!
Well.
Shit is about to get real! Who's the target this time? I don't think MJ has recovered yet, hopefully they leave that poor diddlin' bastard alone.
Yea, shuffle out real quiet honey. Ain't nobody gonna' notice a 300lb black-Pamela-Anderson-wanna-be hoe shufflin around here after closin. Goddamn.
Bitch, bro are you pointing at me? Seriously? Naw. No. NO. Bitch no please.
Fuck me.
Really?
"Ooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwww"
JOE DID YOU HEAR THE FUCKIN' JAMES PAD GO OFF?
There ain't any 300lb mice up in here Joe come check this shit out man. PLEASE.
Shit.
Baby you can't. Your leg ain't gonna' make it over that rope honey. OMG bitch fell, MJ did you see that shit? LOL... hooooooo howdy shit that is hilarious. Fuckin' eh man.
"That's so terrible, I'm sure love had someting to do with it."
Yea Tina, she fell on the rope for love.
IKE TURNER! Shut up bitch.
"Yea I saw it, bitch was HYPNOTIZED. What."
Biggie shut your fat ass up. Can't everything be a lyric playa.
"Bitch got 99 problems, eatin' too many cheeseburgers and fallin' on her ass is 1 and 2."
Fuck you Jay.
"HEY! Back off Marvin, me and Blue saw it. Hi sweetie! You think that playa is gonna' put a ring on it cutie pie?"
Go suck a dick Beyonce.
You guys see this? Fuckin' bitch is rollin'. She is litt-rr-alll-eee rollin' her stupid ass under the rope. Yea playboy you go peep from behind the curtain while your woman commando crawls over here goddamnit. JOE!
"That was, unforgettable."
Nat please, that ain't even your song. Shit.
"Ya know, when I watch a woman commando crawl under a velvet rope toward an exhibit after closing time at a wax museum I think to my"...
LOUIS YOU FINISH THAT AND I WILL LIGHT A MATCH AND PLANT IT IN YOUR EYEBALL I SWEAR TO FUCKIN GOD.
Lawd have mercy.
Bitch you scarin' me now. What is you up to. WHAT. The shit. Is we really doin' this??? No. NO.
Ok no. Please honey I take back all the.... UGH yo pussy is NASTY! Are you trippin'??? Really bitch?
"I seen her rollin'"
Cham I'm fuckin terrified of this bitch's giant axe wound up in here and you're more concerned with comin' late with a lame ass reference to an incident that happened previously? Weak.
My finger. Please no. Honey calm down and listen to me. I do find your shit revolting but this, this finger of mine is wax. No matter how ugly or beautiful your stankin' slit might be the heat...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
"You can do it!"
COOL IT ICE!
Bitch got my finger. BITCH GOT MY FINGER UP IN HER NASTY SNATCH! KILL ME! MICHAEL! KILL ME NOW!
*click* *flash*
Playa you'll be explainin' all this shit to a shrink some day for real man. You fucked.
Ok listen, we're gettin' on really well you and me now honey but yo shit is hot. It's real hot. My finger ain't gonna make it. By the time you manage to find that g spot you'll be melted up to my elbow darlin'. Please believe this. Marvin does not want to be elbow deep in you, not now, not ever.
*snap*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!
Bitch's snatch ATE MY FINGER!
"You down wit OPP?"
Yea man call them, call the fuckin' OPP right now. Please, tell em' BITCH'S NASTY HOT PUSSAY ATE MY GODDAMN FINGER!
"She's tryna find her real motherfuckn G. spot."
Eazy you died of AIDS motha' fucka, please.
"She's a foxy la"
JIMMY. Stop.
"I think she's lovely."
You blind ass mother fucka, you shut your face Stevie.
Honey wait, where you goin'. Playa' you cannot let her leave. My man. JOE! Honey I'm sorry, come back. Please come back.
Joe they're escaping! Joe. They're headed out the back, stop em', STOP THEM!
Joe...
JJJJOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOESS! | 5 | 0 | 4 |
Mother caught teen daughter fucking her BF and wants to join in. | so i was fucking my boyfriend, it felt amazing, he slipped in and out with veiny cock. we were in my parents basement but my mom worked Sunday through Thursday and today was Sunday so we thought we wouldn't get caught. i heard my mom open the living room door. my bf immediately took his cock out of me but it was too late at that second my mom stepped through the door. her face lit up with surprise.my mom began to speak "oh im sorry...but just so you know im totally cool with this in fact...i kinda wanna join in" my boyfriends cock was still throbbing and he'd say yes to anything. "come on in" he said enthusiastically. my mom lick his penis up and down i began to join pretty soon we started kissing while."I want him to finish inside me" my mother said she got up on the couch and stuck her ass out. she kept getting pumped until she was laying flat. then my boyfriend said "can I finish in your mouth" my mother replied. she flopped over and my bf sat on her tits while he dropped his dick in my mothers mouth she sucked and wrapped her tongue around it then m BF came hard my mother didn't expect this much cum so some of it dribbled down her cheek. she swallowed all the cum with great pleasure my BF laid on my mother and sucked on her tits until he fell asleep | -1 | 0 | 2 |
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[WP][EU][FF?] Magical School Girl enjoys gang-bang | For future reference, if you're using another tag then you don't have to use the [WP] tag. The [WP] tag is for the most basic form of a writing prompt. By using another tag, you're moving past the basic level and therefore don't need the [WP] tag anymore. | 1 | 0 | 4 |
[WP] An elderly man spies on a couple from the house across the street having sex. | Sipping his afternoon tea, Mr McGillicutty sees a bird fly across the window and grabs for his binoculars. He pulls off his bifocals, and wonders if it was a woodpecker, Red-Footed Booby, or even the rare Dickcissel. He knows his vision isn't the best, but he moves in for a closer look.
Ambling with a slow gait, he has time to lay his glasses on his desk and grab the binoculars. He walks towards the window with the floor creaking underneath him. His back hurts as he presses his eyes into the rubber of his enhanced eyes, but the thought of catching a Barn swallow and posting a photo of it to his email list motivates him to overcome.
He catches the a shadow on the powerline and wonders his usual though, "Why don't birds get electrocuted while sitting on the lines?" His mind remembers back to when he was an arrogant & dumb 30 year old grabbing the single wire of an electrified fence.
As his fingers adjust the focus, a motion catches his eye...why, "if I didn't know any betters...that's a whole flock of GREAT TITS!!!! Six of them!!! What are they doing there!!!!"
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[wp] - Victoria's Secret Changing Room | [deleted] | 6 | 0 | 2 |
[WP] Woman buys dildo to fuck her husband with, from POV of the dildo | In the last few strides, the weight of booze & cash dug into his shoulder. A young police recruit on his parking patrol shouted, "Hey Dildo, drop it in and put your hands up!"
The robber, almost laughed. He grabbed the airsoft gun and said in a deep authoritative voice, "Nope, today's my day." Before he could even scare or aim, the officer fired and he was on his back. The world swirled around him.
He thought, "Man, why'd the dude call me a dildo?"
He blacked out for a second or two, but a single thought rolled through his mind before it stopped working. "Dildo's are awesome...in the next life...I want to come back as a dildo. Just sleeping and pussy, that's the life of a dildo. Nothing wrong with that"
And next thing he knows, he's surrounded by white light and can't breath.
(Narrator's voice. Preferably the guys from Big Lebowski...the dudes abides to being a dildo)
Narrator:
Well...with time he realizes that he doesn't have to breath. His vision is blurry, almost like he's wrapped up in plastic. He couldn't move either, but then again he didn't have to. As shadows walked by, he could feel himself bob and wiggle. When poked, he oscillated with harmonic movement. "Holy shit, this thing looks real," she says as she pulls his off the shelf and picks up a few more items on her way out.
After his last thought of wishing to be a dildo, the robber thought he was in a heavenly dream! His rubbery and clouded brain though, "Holy Shit! I'm totally a dildo...I can't wait to get used!"
His time was spent judging customers. Some better, some wretched, until the petite tan girl he knew from high school walked by with a grin on his face. Her lean arms grabbed him firmly, preventing him form wobbling, and brought him to be laser scanned by the front clerk.
She tossed him in her bag, and he was lost for a few days in darkness and tossed on the floor.
(The dildo abides; part II)
Woken up by sunlight, he was free'd from his packaging. Light, tender hands, let him breath. He was slobbered by wet fluid that felt good being rubbed along his body.
Despite being made of plastic, he knew he was exuding odors after being not showering and being trapped in plastic for a few days. Despite the smell, the hands flipped him over so he could catch a glimpse of a women in thong with breasts exposed.
He thought, "damn...that's her. Those perky nipples are everything thing I imagined them to be." He long to be put inside her.
Testing her practice, slid the dildo in her mouth and felt the teeth scrape some rubber off. At this point, he was glad that he couldn't feel pain...but was waiting for her to slide him inside. Her hands applied more lube and slide up and down his shaft-life body. The gentle caress made him think of heaven. He wanted to be inside her.
And then the toilet flushed...and the hairy man strode towards the couple and bent over.
Sliding into the dark starfish of the hairy man, he thought, "Oh shit, I'm in Hell!"
(sorry, took a few days to even consider a story for this one! I had a thought and went with it)
(EDIT: TLDR, robber get called a dildo. Doesn't think it's that bad. Dies. Comes back to life as a dildo, gets bought by HS crush. Ends up realizing she's using him on her partner)
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[Meta]Reminder: The monthly contest is still open. Entries close on the 29th. | Yes, enter, enter, enter!!! I don't want to win by default. Bring it on fellow writers! :) | 2 | 0 | 1 |
[Meta]Reminder: The monthly contest is still open. Entries close on the 29th. | So who won? | 1 | 0 | 1 |
[WP] tied to a beach chair by the pool | [deleted] | 3 | 0 | 2 |
[pi] [nsfw] Story about a witch getting fucked by a golem. wrote this in /r/writingprompt and thought this would be the best place for it | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 8 |
[pi] [nsfw] Story about a witch getting fucked by a golem. wrote this in /r/writingprompt and thought this would be the best place for it | [deleted] | 0 | 0 | 8 |
[pi] [nsfw] Story about a witch getting fucked by a golem. wrote this in /r/writingprompt and thought this would be the best place for it | For future reference, you do not need to mark the post NSFW. That's done automatically in this sub. | 3 | 0 | 8 |
[wp] [NSFW] You are a Domme who finds out your submissives' cock is detachable and still functional... | For future reference, you do not need to mark your post NSFW on this sub, that happens automatically. | 1 | 0 | 4 |
[WP] A girl gets caught sniffing her sister's panties, and gets punished properly | Her sister was never very clever...or attentive. Laurel leaned on the door as she watched Sara finger herself while sniffing Laurel's dirty old panties. Laurel's first reaction was shock. Not because Sara was sniffing panties and playing with herself. But because Sara was sniffing *her* underwear and fingering herself in *her* room and on *her* bed. Seeing Sara pleasure herself obliviously as Laurel watched kind of turned her on. Laurel wanted some fun. She wanted to punish Sara for being a horny little slut. This was her room. Those were her underwear. Sara was going to get it.
"Ahem. Are those the panties I used when I worked out?" Laurel asked.
"Laurel!" Sara yelled, sitting up in complete shock. "This is...uh. This is not what it looks like."
"Answer my god damn question Sara. Did I use those panties when I worked out?" asked Laurel.
"I...yes. Yes, it is," Sara said. She hung her head in shame and guilt.
"Does it smell all sweaty?" Laurel asked.
Sara looked up. She was having a difficult time processing what her sister just said. "Uhm, what?"
"Does my panties smell all sweaty? Can you imagine my wet, sweaty, pussy when you sniff my panties?" Laurel asked her.
Sara stared back blankly. Her sister was coolly staring her down, not all fazed by the scene in front of her.
"Answer my question, you little slut," demanded Laurel. "Are you imagining my sweaty pussy while you fuck yourself?"
"Yes," Sara whispered back.
"What was that? Speak up."
"Yes, I'm thinking about your tight sweaty pussy while I fuck myself," Sara said.
"You sick dirty fuck. I'm your fucking sister. I'm your sister and I turn you on?" Laurel said. "I'm going to tell everyone what a sick fuck you are."
"No! Laurel, please don't," Sara whimpered. "I'll do anything."
"Anything?" Laurel asked. Sara looked up at her and nodded.
"Suck on my panties,"
Sara looked at her with disbelief.
"You said anything. Suck on my panties, slut," demanded Laurel.
Sara started sucking on her panties. Laurel walked over and shut the door.
It was an unfair question Laurel asked Sara. Those weren't really the panties Laurel used yesterday when she worked out. It was a trick question. Laurel doesn't wear underwear when she works out.
**A/N: To be continued. I've got places to be** | 3 | 0 | 3 |
[WP] Looking for someone to "work" on this with. Not sure yet if it it should be public: "The Emperor and the Princess" | I apologize that I misunderstood. If you'd like to try working on it some other time, I'm more than happy to do so. | 1 | 0 | 2 |
[WP] Looking for someone to "work" on this with. Not sure yet if it it should be public: "The Emperor and the Princess" | Hmm this is really quite a fascinating world set up. I like it a lot.
But since you put it in dirty writing prompts I'm guessing you want to get sexual with it. Is that the intent of the princess? To change the morals of the kingdoms to be more promiscuous?
Or maybe more Victorian? Does he think it's too loose in public so he tries to get people to be more conservative, while secretly trying to get more kinky in private?
I think knowing the goal would help define a lot of the direction.
Would love to keep working on this with you, if you're still looking for partners. | 1 | 0 | 2 |
[WP] A female assassin decides to have a little fun with her target | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 5 |
[WP] An Emperor spends time with his harem of women. | The girls and women spoke freely amongst themselves in the large courtyard in the center of the palace. All of them belonged to The Emperor. Some taken as captives others as gifts, but Many of them came at the least to respect Him. Some vie for favoritism while others try not to be noticed at all, But He had returned from personally overseeing conquests in the north and would choose a girl or three to warm his bed.
Janelle was figity, spinning the many silver and gold bracelets on her arms, adornments her father had given along with his daughter. watching the others apply exotic pigments to their eyes in hopes of catching His eye. The northern doors opened by slaves as The Emperor sauntered into the courtyard. Black hair cut short and neat, like most of the warrors, blue eyes glinting micheviously.
Girls and women immediatly scrambling to pose themselves in what they thought would be alluring postures. Janelle snickered at their rediculous posing.
He smirked "Do I amuse you dear?" he asked, his voice deeper than she had remembered. she blushed, immediately bowing her head. "no Lord" she said "A shame, I could use some amusement. I will have you tonight" she quivered "thank you" as he turned. brushing his hand against the other women he fancied for the evening before propping himself on a couch. | 5 | 0 | 4 |
Monthly contest: August (and some other stuff you should know) | Alicia's Art
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The picture that goes with this (and inspired this) is at http://bawdybloke.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/DirtyArtSchool.jpg
We did many things that managed to get ourselves into trouble; we did even more things that should have got ourselves into a spot of bother and didn’t. We did get lucky; we got a lot of bollockings and “advice for the future” but we also got away with many more shenanigans than we were ever caught for. Alicia and I fed off each other; excitement and silliness rising until our aberrations were noticed and punished, or we had a narrow escape.
We met at a naturist resort when we were both twelve, our families holidaying in adjacent chalets. I barely noticed her: she was a wiry, unassuming girl who was no match for my attention when I had 200 acres of naturist activities to occupy my mind.
We talked a bit: she told me of some sand dunes to the South of the beach, on the other side of a wire fence, that were bigger and with a steeper incline than those on the “main” beach. After dinner, I slipped away from my family to see. I wasn’t allowed on the beach on my own but it was only a ten minute walk from the chalet and I wanted to slide down the dunes. I told my mother I was going to the swimming pool.
I heard her cries as I reached the dunes. We were at the limits of the resort; I was half-a-mile from the road and she was at the bottom of the dune in agony. Her ankle was twisted at an unnatural angle and her face was pure white and bloodless. I sat with her as she screamed in pain, tears rolling down her cheeks. She yelled as I carried her up the dune, along the twisting path and through the gap in the fence to the main beach. We could not be found in a restricted area; we would be in serious trouble if we admitted to going through the fence.
By the time we were found and Alicia was sent to the hospital by ambulance, our panicking parents had noticed we were missing and the resort was organising a search. I got quizzed, I got reprimanded for going to the beach alone. But Alicia and I started a friendship that got stronger on every naturist holiday, and flourished at University when we signed up for the same art course, aged eighteen.
By University, she had blossomed into a fine, young lady: smooth curves that elegantly showed her lithe body and a salaciously dirty mind that rampantly teased my teenage hormones. Even at University, I was regularly naked around her. I wandered around my shared flat in the Halls of Residence with nothing on, and she was not adverse to joining me; we were regularly together as friends, sharing coffees and pooling the cooking. Other people sometimes joined us, as long as, like my flatmates, they were OK with the nudity. Not everyone was.
Alicia loved nothing more than to coax my cock into an erection, subtly playing mind games with my arousal before seeking to deny me. Her lips wrapped around the top of a banana, seductively sucking on the fruit while her hand cupped her pubic twirls was a favourite torment. Another was to regale my desperate self with tales of her recent one-night stands. I had no idea if they were true, but I was getting very little sex so intimate and detailed stories of her rampant debauchery always had my prick erect.
She just loved to tease and torment, enjoying seeing my face twisted with desperation and frustration.
It was mean.
But sometimes she didn’t just tease. Her end-of-term art project was a piece of external art she planned to install at the entrance to the University on the roundabout; the most prominent site on the campus.
She wanted my help to create this, and we travelled to her parents’ small cottage one weekend, despite her refusing to reveal her plans to me. This should have sent alarm bells ringing.
I slept in her bedroom overnight and I woke that morning to have my friend kissing the end of my tumescent prick. She glanced over the top of my pubic hair, staring at my expression as my cock fizzled with lust. Her hands cupped my delicate balls and her mouth slid along my shaft, sucking the tip into a concupiscent mass of lustful passion.
It had been two years since she had last given me a blow-job, and I melted into the airbed as my body soaked the intense stimulation of her talented lips. She had learned a lot in the intervening years, her tongue caressing the sensitive underside of my prick as her mouth brought me to the edge of my orgasm.
And then she stopped. “Later,” she promised, giggling at my desperation. I writhed; she prevented me from masturbating myself into a climax. We had work to do.
Alicia had sourced a seven foot tree trunk that she laid horizontally in the garden. I resentfully assisted, sawing where she told me to and watching as she crafted an elegant statue over the weekend.
She teased relentlessly; the soft pink of her femininity regularly on display during the two weekend days as she taunted her sexuality to me. I wanted her. I wanted to fuck the little minx, hold her down and pound her pussy. Or I wanted to throw her mischievous body over her wooden log and take her from behind, slamming my cock into her as she squealed and grunted, taking my orgasm from her wretched body.
It had been three long years since I had lost my virginity to my naturist friend; we were surely due an encore.
On Sunday afternoon, the naked tease slid her hands into my shorts – the only garment I was wearing – and squeezed my erect cock. I groaned, ruffling her pubic hair with my fingers. She looked at me with lust in her eyes; panting as my fingers found her clit and swirled over her sensitive button. Little mews were replaced by involuntary grunts when she exhaled.
She held onto her log for balance, writhing as my fingers slipped into her moistened hole, pressing against her insides as my thumb rotated her slippery clit. Her panting and loud squeals carried over the birdsong in the rural garden, her legs quivering as her body shook with orgasm and her cunt gushed copiously.
“I needed that,” she whispered, smiling broadly, as once again, I was denied. And she wouldn’t let me wank myself to a release: opting to keep me horny and unsated. “It’ll be worth it,” she promised as she put the final touches to her project.
There was no doubt what her statue was a representation of. She stood akimbo, staring at the finished work. It was heavy. We had to use a pulley to haul it upright, and she walked around her art work, cooing as she admired it. “The theme is ‘What you first see’ so the first thing they see when they enter the University is the first thing I saw when I woke up this morning,” she explained with a smirk.
“There is no way they will let you have it on University grounds.”
She pooh-poohed me: she wasn’t going to ask for permission. They might say no.
She replied to my deliberations with a kiss; a firm kiss on the lips as our tongues explored, and our hands wandered. We fell onto the grass, a few yards from her seven-foot penis and she jerked her hand over my seven-inch prick.
I grabbed at her teenage breasts, sliding her nipple through my finger as I rolled on top of her. Her legs parted, instinctively. She smiled as my sensitive cock touched her entrance: we had had two days of foreplay and I needed sating.
The first slide into her warm slickness was as good as any fuck I’ve ever had; tingles surged the length of my prick as her pussy closed tightly around my cock and I began to thrust forcefully into my friend. Her body was tossed forward with every pound of my manhood; she groaned at the rampant thrusts of my dick, smashing against her insides with passionate desperation.
Her lips curled into a smile at the concentration on my face; my arousal surged as I reached my inevitable orgasm and withdrew to squirt cum over her pubic hair. We kissed again as I caught my breath: two friends smiling at each other.
DirtyArtSchool“I needed that!”
“I know,” she whispered, as I sat next to her, admiring her ravished body.
Which was when her mother returned home and saw a seven foot prick in her garden. And then her daughter with ruffled hair, and cum on her body while her naked friend leaked cum onto her grass. She was not highly impressed with us.
And the University didn’t appreciate the giant phallus adorning their site; we were both given formal warnings for concreting the giant cock into their roundabout: it took them two weeks to remove the obscene statue.
But it was worth it: for the laughs, for the friendship and for the fantastic fuck. | 2 | 0 | 3 |
Monthly contest: August (and some other stuff you should know) | Working Holiday Part Ten: Posing
She sat motionless on the hard wooden chair while the art students examined her. What did they think of her, sitting there, stripped of everything? She felt small. “C’mon, Rhiannon, you can do this,” she told herself. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, clearing her thoughts.
Her mind drifted back to last night. There were many times in her life where she went out of control, usually when drinking. She was pretty wild last night, but it was the opposite of "out of control." She was totally under control. She was helpless, blindfolded, tied to the bed. How strange that in the moment of least freedom, she felt the most free. Relieved of all responsibility for her action, she just mentally let herself go.
She felt wet and longed to run her finger over her labia. Wouldn't that cause a scandal! She imagined the title of the students' sketches, "Girl masturbating." She wondered if any art classes specialized in couples engaged in sex. She imagined herself straddling a guy, arching her back to give the students a nice view of her small breasts and smooth stomach.
In her peripheral vision, she could see their heads moving; hear their pencils and charcoal sticks rubbing the paper in long and short strokes.
“Ding!” The clock caught her by surprise. The time went much faster than she had thought. She blinked and looked around. A few students added finishing touches to their sketches, the rest were preparing their easels. She stood and stretch. A couple of the students made encouraging noises. She decided to do the next pose standing up.
She wasn't sure how long before she had to pose again and wondered if she should put on her robe. She was feeling very comfortable now and didn't care if everyone was looking at her. Well, mostly they were looking at each others’ drawings.
The instructor clapped his hands and gestured to Rhiannon. “Miss Kelly,” she was tickled that he referred to her so formally, “if you would please take a pose. Some of the students have asked for something standing?”
In her slightly aroused state, she was tempted to be naughty and put one leg up on the chair to completely expose herself. She decided instead to cross her feet at the ankles and lean against the plinth. She put aside the chair and pulled up the column. Standing on one foot would not be too onerous as she leaned on the column. "Is this OK?" she asked. She heard affirmative mumbles and saw thumbs-up gestures and nods from the class.
She was no longer self conscious. She let the small crowd admire her figure. Sure, she could lose a few pounds, but who in that room was perfect? There were a couple of guys who were in good shape. She wondered if they were thinking about having sex with her. She thought a moment then swallowed the lump in her throat—who's to say that they didn't have sex with her last night! Charles knew the instructor. Maybe he called him to invite some of his students last night. Some of the men in that room might have fucked her as she lay blindfolded on the bed. What might they be thinking right now, "Last night I fucked that girl and today I'm drawing her!" The mystery was turning her on again.
She lost count of how many times she came last night. Never before had she been so turned on; she would have gladly taken on a hockey team had she been offered the opportunity. When Charles untied her, she collapsed physically and emotionally. It was a delicious release and she could not help crying. She reassured him that she was OK and just needed to be held.
She jumped when the timer went off. She was so lost in thought that she never even looked over at it. The students turned their sketches for her to see. They were really nice! Michael clapped his hands again and made a few comments to the class. Turning to Rhiannon, he asked that she choose a reclining pose next. She moved the column off the dais and pulled up the settee.
Michael gave her some suggestions. She lay on her back, head and shoulders propped up on the backrest, one knee up, the other leg slightly bent and turned to the side leaving her legs slightly parted. One hand was behind her head, the other rested on her hip, painfully close her loins. She was terrified that she might accidentally reach between her legs during the session.
The timer was set and she held still. She was really comfortable on that couch and the pose was so easy. If she did not have to hold her arm behind her head, she might doze off. Her mind went off its previous track as she thought about work and all the shit she was dealing with back home. Her brows furrowed in thought. She hoped the students thought it was part of the pose.
She was watching the clock when the sweeping second hand triggered the bell. She needed a distraction. Sitting up, she grabbed her robe and put it on. One of the students was already holding out his sketch to show her. She smiled and walked down from the dais to get a closer look. She couldn't find the robe’s cord so she just held it closed with her hand.
The art student was obviously pleased that she examined his sketch. The sketch was crude but effective, broad strokes showed her curves and squiggles made up the details. He showed her the others he drew. “You can keep one of them if you like,” he told her. This pleased Rhiannon. She asked for the most recent one because it was the best pose.
The next student over was trying to get her attention. He was an older guy, part of the adult education program. She walked over to view his sketches. She complimented him and he smiles. She then walked on to the next person, a young woman. The girl was not happy with her sketches, explaining that she could not control the charcoal properly. Rhiannon thought they were nice.
Calling the class to order, Michael asked Rhiannon to go back on the dais. She was feeling particularly languid and decided to utilize the couch once more. She let the robe slowly drop from her shoulders. She hoped this little performance would be appreciated. She stretched out on her stomach, letting her head and one arm draped over the side with one leg bent and the other straight. She knew this pose made her ass look good. It was also irresistibly comfortable. She closed her eyes and thought about the sketches she saw and how the students saw her. She imagined a world of black and white and grey, of smooth flowing curves of lines.
She didn't know what the noise was. There was some kind of sound and she could hear people moving and talking a bit. She lifted her head and focused her eyes. “Where the hell …?” She blinked, gathering her wits. She was on the couch and the students were sketching and she was the subject and she had … fallen asleep! Did any of them notice? They were looking at each others’ sketches and a few were starting to turn their easels toward her. She smiled to cover her confused look and sat up. She felt something on her mouth. In horror, she realized that she had drooled! She prayed no one saw that. Feigning a cough, she wiped her mouth with her hand.
She smiled encouragingly at all the sketches proffered in her direction. She stood up, unable to resist stretching. She reached high over her head and up on her toes. “Oh, can you hold that?” one of the students asked. She tried to hold the pose but she could no remain on her toes that long.
Michael came to her rescue. After moving the couch, he had her put one hand on the back of the chair. He had her stand on one foot, keeping part of her weight on the chair. Ge had her straighten her other leg and point her toe. The pose felt very artistic and the students made approving noises.
She stared into the distance and the sketchers went to work. She liked being nude in front of these people. When the clock stopped, she stretched her muscles. When one of the students turned her easel for her to view, Rhiannon scampered down to have a closer look. The student was both taken aback and pleased by this. Being naked made Rhiannon feel so honest. Every one of her physical flaws was fully visible to everyone and they accepted her. She felt she could say anything about their art and they would accept that, too. She didn't though. She knew that if one of them pointed to her birthmark or said her breasts weren't big enough, she would be crushed. Accepting people, she suddenly realized, meant accepting their flaws and not pointing them out. She was overcome with a sense of warmth and thanked the girl for portraying her so nicely in the sketch. The artist was thrilled with the compliment and offered the page to Rhiannon, who happily accepted.
She visited every student and looked at their artwork with great interest. She could tell that some were a bit uncomfortable with her closeness so she cut short her time with them. For those students who appreciated her, she made sure to touch them, either their hand or arm or shoulder.
She returned to the raised stage and Michael set her up again; a slightly more challenging pose leaning forward, letting her hair cover her face.
During the next break, Rhiannon didn't bother with the robe. She was quite happy being naked. “What’s the term? Uninhibited?" she thought, “No, unashamed!” She felt very unashamed to walk around that room. The guys were more relaxed as they chatted with her now. She considered them thoughtfully. A couple of the guys were not particularly attractive, but she would not think twice about fucking the other three. One was a shy college student, another was a rather burly tradesman (strangely stereotypical) and the third was an well dressed older guy who. The ring on his finger said he was taken, however. She wondered if his wife knew he was meeting a naked woman today!
“That’s it for this class,” Michael announced. “Perhaps Miss Kelly would be willing to come back next week?” He looked her way, raising an eyebrow.
It was the easiest job she had ever done. “I'd like that,” she said. | 3 | 0 | 3 |
Monthly contest: August (and some other stuff you should know) | You're just coming back from your morning jog. It's cold, so you're wearing exercise pants and a Hoodie. You slow down and walk to slow down until you reach the door to your apartment. You go in through the heavy front door, and walk quickly up the first flight, and up the second when something yanks your ponytail, and you fall backward. You try to spread your arms to break your fall, only to be trapped by something even as you fall. You land on your back, head down, but barely hit the floor before you're being rolled into dark smothering layers of dark canvas. The fall has knocked the breath from you, and by the time you have a chance to inhale, you're wrapped and smothered. Then lifted. You hear music playing right outside the cloth. It's loud and in the darkness you try to scream, then realize no one can possibly hear you above the music next to your ear. Nor can you even kick your feet or move your arms. Five, then ten minutes go by. You're carried down some stairs, then along a flat surface for a while. You hear a distant car horn above the music. Then down and down again, jumping when the music shuts off. Suddenly you realize you can't hear any street sounds. No car horns, no noises at all. It's an empty quiet sound.
Then you're dropped on the ground. No slow lowering. A drop from 4-5 feet up, and it takes your breath away again. Then you're suddenly rolling, as you come free, your arms flail to the side. Despite being dizzy you try to run, crawl.
"Going somewhat little thing?" I ask while chuckling, and kneeling down I grab your hands and yank them above your head, leaning over and pinning your wrists down under one hand, laying my hips across your body, effectively pinning you under 250 lbs. You kick and scream while I slowly with some evil grins, drag the Hoodie zipper down, down between your breasts, stopping to leer at the exposed flesh, then on down until it's unzipped. You watch me, then glance around and realize you're in a very large concrete room. It's all concrete, except for one steel door, thick and heavy with only a small thick window in it. The lights are recessed and have bar across them. In one corner is a toilet standing alone, and next to it, a big king-size bed. With horror you realize there are chains on the metal head and foot boards, and shiny heavy steel cuffs.
"What the fuck, let me go, HELP!, HELP!, Somebody help me! There a sick guy trying to rape me! Hey!!! Hey, can anyone hear me?"
SLAP! Your head rocks to the side and only afterwards as your eyes tear up do you realize I slapped you.
You go into a fit of struggling, trying to kick (feet flail around to little affect), use your fingernails (you get some skin, but nothing changes). Then I say, "Scream all you want fucktoy. No one can hear you scream, even if you screamed until your vocal cords bleed. I don't care if you scream. But..." and I lean in close and you can see anger in my eyes, "If you scream in my ear again I will slap you. That's painful and unnecessary. Don't do it again."
You look at me for just a moment, then turn your head quickly and bite my left arm, as hard as you can. I lean down and bite you on your jugular and slowly start to squeeze. You stop biting hard, easing off immediately until you're just holding my arm in your mouth. The coppery blood taste shocks you, but less than hearing me growl. A low, menacing... even animal growl (BTW, I really do this to my wife, she says it's scares her, thrills her, and makes her weak all at the same time). Slowly you realize that you're still biting, not hard, but still biting, and blood is flowing. You release, but I hold, giving just a small increase, a short, but intensely scarey lesson in how thin the throat is, and how frightening the thought of a being bitten there. Then I let your throat go and pull back.
"You just learned an important lesson. Don't forget it. I am stronger, tougher, and frankly, far meaner than you are slut. So anytime you try to punish me, you'll wind up being punished far more. And with that I reach up and rip your shirt open, yanking your sports bra down painfully. And then grab a nipple and pinch it hard! This is not a gentle lover's pinch. It's immediately painful and increases. You arch your back and scream, kicking and trying to struggle as I pinch, roll, and pull your nipple... then when it's hot and hard, I lean down and suck it into my mouth, at first sucking softly and gently, rolling my tongue around it, lightly squeezing it and sucking gently. Then I place my mouth around as much of your tit as I can get in my mouth, and I suck hard, and the BITE! A slow painful increase of pressure. At first it's pleasurable, then a little tight, and then you can feel the flesh bruising. I stop there, and continue sucking, then wriggle my jaw, painfully kneading your tit between my teeth. Then I let go and examine you.
"That's about right" You look down and see your nipple larger and harder than you've ever seen it, but bruised and hot, just breathing on it is sensitive. And you can see my teeth marks on the top of your tits, clearly outlined in white, quickly darkening to red, and then as you watch, more slowly deepening towards purple. And you know it will be painfully bruised, though you aren't bleeding externally yet.
"Understand me little strumpet. If you fight, I enjoy it more. If you struggle, it just makes your full rape more pleasurable for me, and though you deny it now, for you too in the long run. But if you try to injure me, you'll be injured in equal measure. Bite for bite, blow for blow. With a little added as instruction." And with that I SLAP you again!
Your ears ring, your eyes water, then you feel me gently sucking at your other nipple. Soft and demanding, biting and chewing it, sucking it strongly, pulling it to fullest attention. Inside you're horrified to see it stand. How could you be turned on? Why is your body betraying you like this? You don't want this, you HATE it! You'll kill me if possible! And yet, when I stop sucking you involuntarily try to arch your back, and I hear that tiny, but betraying hiss.
"As fun as that was, I think I need to do something about this bleeding, don't you?"
You look at my arm and realize you've nearly bitten some flesh off it. Two small mounds are clearly torn from your teeth and you can see the small pulse of blood. Fearfully you glance at me, scared to see if more punishment is coming.
"You've been punished. Don't worry about more. Trust me, that tit is going to hurt at least as much as my wrist tomorrow."
You think, tomorrow?!? What the fuck is this sicko thinking. He can't keep me until tomorrow? What is he planning, what's this evil bastard going to...* | 2 | 0 | 3 |
Monthly contest: August (and some other stuff you should know) | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 3 |
Monthly contest: August (and some other stuff you should know) | "Ugh... I thought last class was bad" I whispered to the classmate sitting next to me. He snickered and kept on with his figure drawing. Last week we had our first nude model in our Drawing 1 and this session we had new one. He was a man at least 60s and proudly exclaimed as unwrapped his towel that he was retired and often sat for classes as a hobby. Immature as most of us are, we assumed our figure drawing models would be marginally attractive, because it only takes $50 for a someone to sit naked surrounded by 20 community college students, right?
*Whatever*
I return to sketching his saggy balls with my charcoal
*I wonder if this is the first penis some girls have seen....that's gotta be disappointing*
Our instructor walked around inspecting our work, these were supposed to be more free form, since we are still beginners, just so we can understand different positions and basic shading, how each body part reacts slouched or arched back. Stuff like that.
*Yep, saggy balls still sag*
"Let's finish up this last position then turn in today's work and your weekly free draw." Our instructor sounded out "don't forget names!"
I quickly scrawled 'Leah' on my figure sketches and turned them in.
I turned to my friend "So what it this week? let me guess more naked ladies? Does she have tentacles?" He grinned and put some finishing touches on his weekly free draw. As usual it was a naked woman, this time she was part of a tree. His sketches were always very well done, but very predictable. I shook my head "You know, one of these days you need to bring in a drawing of a giant veiny dick, like, as you final project, you really gotta mix this shit up." Lee smiled and once again ignored my harassment. I turned to one of my other classmates, "Seriously he needs some variety, I bet if he keeps it up he gonna go blind." Thompson laughed
" I'm pretty sure that only works with masturbation."
" Yeah, well I'm pretty sure that goes hand in hand if your drawing tat-tats on the regular."
This was the routine, we give each other crap every class but the three of us were actually the more serious artists of the bunch. Most everyone else thought this would just be an easy elective.
"Where do you think he gets the inspiration?" I raise my eye brows accusingly.
Thompson turned towards me and looked me up and down "I think I have a pretty good idea..." Lee looked up as he said that and turned bright red, I playfully shoved him and rolled my eyes.
Thompson wasn't my type and really neither was Lee. Thompson was average height and black. He had some muscle but mostly pudge, and he still had a baby face. Lee was attractive just different from the guys I normally went for. He was a year younger then me fairly built, longer brown hair, and green eyes. He definitely had weird combo of confidant and introverted.
"Make sure you look over the syllabus for your work over the weekend, you will be completing a set of 5 figure drawings, choose one and refine it. There are some websites listed in your syllabus that have models, but you are more then welcome to use someone in real life." Then she added while looking directly at Lee. "Remember, the point of these are to be realistic!"
The rest of my classes went as normal
*Why does my bio teacher have a vendetta for me?*
*Don't we have computers to do statistics nowadays?* | 2 | 0 | 3 |
[CC] Sexy Job Interview with Funny Twist | That is a funny twist. I feel like maybe the sentences could use some work, maybe you are over-explaining things? I feel like there's a way you could state your point without using so many words.
I like your description of the boss, it is very vivid I can feel the woman's disgust at the prospect of sleeping with him.
I also think maybe you could use some indents for paragraphs, and when talking about internal monologue, use italics so the reader doesn't get confused. For example: "* I give good head. I have a tight young cunt. I've never had anal, but I am willing to try new things*"
I think you're doing a good job, and there's a lot of great material to work with, you just need to format it a bit. I'm really glad to see your contribution and hope this was helpful in some way! | 2 | 0 | 3 |
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[WP]Moving into a new apartment | Mae was putting away the dishes. She tip-toed on top of a stool to reach the top shelf, but struggled in vain. She blew away a strand of red hair from her face and wiped the sweat from her brow. Mae had recently moved to a new apartment, so new that the air conditioning wasn't even working. Mae wouldn't have mind, if it wasn't in the middle of August. After much contemplation, Mae decided that the shelf was simply too high for her too reach. Hence, it was break time.
She plopped down in front of a fan and leaned back as the breeze cooled the sweat on her skin. The heat made everything a muggy mess. The fan simply managed to blow around the hot humid air. Mae took off her top and wiped herself down with it. She leaned back and focused on cold things. She closed her eyes as she daydreamed of snow and winter, completely unaware of the man who stood by her door.
Jay was stopped dead in his tracks. He was carrying a heavy box of god knows what. His arms began to ache but he dared not move. In front of him was a shirtless Mae Summers. She wore a pink bra that cupped her tits perfectly. Her pale skin glistened with sweat. Jay couldn't help but stare at her toned stomach, her smooth curves, and her legs. Oh god, Mae's legs. Ever since they've met, Jay had fantasized about those legs of hers. He loved the way she crossed them while wearing a skirt or the curve of her ass. Though Mae was a petite girl, she had an ass that simply just would not quit. Jay cursed his weak arms as he felt his grip loosen up. Quietly and ever so gently, Jay placed the box of god knows what on the ground, hoping to not have disturbed the goddess of summer before him.
Mae noticed Jay struggling to put down the box. She smiled to herself--he must be enjoying the show. Mae knew that Jay was practically in love with her. Jay was cute...but Jay was just cute. Jay was the nerd that she called to get her computer fixed for free or to help move her shit. Mae did want to give the poor guy something for his troubles, but it was simply just too hot for sex.
"Oh, hey Jay. You can put those in the bedroom," she called out to him.
Jay was heartbroken. The oasis that beckoned him forward turned into a mirage. He almost cried out as Mae put her shirt back on.
"Sure thing. Um, where's the bedroom?" he asked.
"Oh, let me show you. Do you need help with that?" Mae asked him. The answer was, of course, no.
"Nah, I've got," said Jay as he struggled to lift the box filled with god knows what.
*Good boy,* thought Mae. She made sure to show him her ass as she led him into the bedroom. A little motivation for her hard working nerd.
Mae was sifting through her box of god knows what when Jay came back again into the room with another box. Mae was standing on tip toes again, trying to reach a height her vertically challenged frame simply could not reach. Jay loved the way her face scrunched up as she struggled. His eyes followed her body from the tips of her out stretched fingers, her freckled nose, her soft breasts, and most of all, her firm ass.
Jay came over and helped her out. He lingered in front of her and hesitated. He looked at her, hoping to catch her stare.
"Thanks," said Mae, gazing down. Jay wasn't a big guy, but he was pretty tall. She only went up until his chest. She looked up and caught his eyes.
God, Mae's eyes were so pretty. It was a shade of hazel that left Jay in a mumbling mess. However, today was different. Maybe it was the heat. Maybe Jay was just too tired to care about the consequences. Maybe it was because he was just tired of Mae teasing him all the time. But today, Jay reached out in front of him and took what he wanted.
Jay took her by surprise. He grabbed her ass and pulled her in close to him. He stared at her for a moment before kissing her. Mae wanted to resist. Maybe it was the heat, but Mae found herself kissing Jay back. Jay lifted her up and she crossed her legs around his waist. She could feel his dick get hard. She broke free of the kiss and bit his neck hard.
The bite hurt him, but Jay didn't care. He threw her on the bed and took off his shirt. He wasn't much to look at...just an average lanky white dude. But he forgot all about that when Mae took off her shirt and unhooked her bra. Her bare breasts were just as pale as her skin, except for her pink nipples. He caressed her tits, slowly and gently. He pinched her pink nipples and felt it grow harder at his touch. He kissed her neck and worked his way down to her breasts, massaging each breasts as he went along. He sucked on her tits, flicking his tongue across her nipples. She was salty from the sweat, but tasted delicious nonetheless.
Mae let out moans of pleasure as Jay's hands caressed her breasts. Jay was nothing to look at, but god damn did his hands know what they were doing. Jay's deft hands unbuttoned her jean shorts and slid them off of her. He kissed her toned stomach as he made her way to her moistening pussy. Mae wore matching panties. The pink cotton panties were moist with sweat and Mae's pussy juice leaking out in anticipation. Jay rubbed her panties above her slit, teasing her. Jay slid off her panties and licked her slit. He put a finger insider and felt Mae tighten around it. He forced his tongue deep down her wet pussy and savoured her juices.
"Mhmmmm," moaned Mae. She arched her back and pushed her pussy deeper into Jay's mouth. Waves of pleasure ran up and down her body as Jay flicked his tongue across her clit. Jay pumped two fingers in her pussy as he began to suck on her clit. Mae couldn't help but thrust her hip into Jay's finger as her pussy tightened in anticipation. She arched her back and pulled on her tits as Jay's tongue swirled inside her pussy. Mae could feel her orgasm building and building as her breath began to shorten. She bit her lower lip and moaned, stifling louder cries of passion as she released her juices all over Jay's welcome mouth. Jay lapped up all her juices and kissed her deeply.
For a nerd, Jay really knew how to go down on a girl.
Mae got to her knees in front of him and took off his pants. Jay's manhood was throbbing and the muskiness was mixed with sweat. Mae spat on her hand and began to stroke him.
Mae looked up at Jay. "Here's a little something for helping me move in", she said, before sucking his dick.
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[WP] Hot neighborhood MILF needs some "attention." Who's going to give it to her? | [deleted] | 7 | 0 | 5 |
[WP] Hot neighborhood MILF needs some "attention." Who's going to give it to her? | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 5 |
[OT] July Contest Winner! | Yay! I won! Love my awesome flare. I can't wait to get started on this month's prompt. | 1 | 0 | 3 |
[WP] Two sorority girls "haze" a curious college guy. | interesting stipulation here, I like it. Curious to see what comes of it. | 2 | 0 | 9 |
[WP] Two sorority girls "haze" a curious college guy. | Jack kept insisting that he wanted to attend a hazing.
"Oh i bet you make them cry, don't you?" He said while laughing.
Emma and Jasmine sat there in silence. They knew the best thing to do was to let this pass, Jack was the kind of person who was convinced he was right all the time. Despite some of his flaws, he was a sweet heart, he once saved Emma from her abusive ex-boyfriend and was her bodyguard, emotionally and physically.
Jasmine had feelings for Jack. She always used to tell Emma that she was curious to see what is going on beneath his jeans. Jack was a fitness-freak, he worked about twice a week and had muscles where most scientists could not name. This drove Jasmine through the roof, however, she could not ruin a childhood friendship like that.
"Goodbye Jack. Sit there and fantasize all you want, we'll never tell you." Emma replies.
Jasmine and Emma grab there belongings and walk back home from the bar.
"He's such an asshole." Jasmine says angrily. "Do you know he kissed Lauren at the kegger last week, like full-on makeout, doesn't he have a girlfriend?"
"Yeah but it's not you." Emma replies
"He needs to be taught a lesson to respect women. Since our freshman year of college, he has slept with 15 of our sisters." Jasmine exclaims.
"He needs to be hazed by the sorority i guess." Emma replies while laughing.
"Hey, that's not a bad idea." Jasmine says.
"Nope, nope no, no, no. I was fucking around, i am not for real."
"No think about it, all he does is sleep with and then make fun of the sorority. You remember what he did with Becky and Melissa, he slept with both on the same night at different times. We didn't end of going to Becky's cabin because she was so upset. Plus her and Melissa stopped talking, they've been best friends since they were born."
"B-but, its Jack, and it will be weird hazing a guy who's done so much to help us out." Emma replies.
"Look, it will be harmless fun."
Emma sighs, "fine."
The next day, Emma and Jasmine get together with some of the sorority sisters he has slept with and abandoned in the past. Kiki, a dark-skinned african goddess, Shweta, the Indian girl who's accent he made fun of and Nada, the wealthy Arab girl he kept borrowing money from.
"Listen ladies, we need to haze this boy really, really badly. What he did to this sorority was terrible and we need to get back at him. Hazing our new girls is around the corner and he keeps asking what we do."
"Let's show him what we do." Jasmine says with a smile.
Both Jasmine and Emma send Jack a text, 'Ok, if you really want to know what happens, meet us at our place at 11.30 sharp. Leave your phone at home, we know you'll take pictures.'
Jack arrives exactly at 11.30 and knocks on the door.
*Knock knock*
Emma opens the door. She is wearing a giant black trench coat and does not say a word. The house is completely dark only with a few candles flickering. She locks the door behid Jack and shoves him forward. Jack falls over to see Kiki, Shweta, Nada, Jasmine and Emma standing over him with paddles in their hands.
Jack gets back up, stunned as he stares at these pissed off women.
"You want to see what we do when we haze our new girls, you're about to find out." Jasmine says as she smacks Jack with a paddle. Jack screams, "Fuck, that's not funny Jasmine." Jack yells.
"Shut up! You do not speak unless spoken too"
All the women take off their trench coats, Kiki is the first one to drop it. She stands there naked, with 'Jack" written across her abdomen and an arrow pointing to her pussy. Kiki was a light chocolate coloured woman. She had absolutely no visible imperfections. Her breasts were large and round and her nipples were small but extremely perky. Her ass was a typical african-american womans ass, seemed impossible to find jeans that would fit her big ass and small waist.
Shweta is the next to drop her trenchcoat. She stand completely naked with a small line of hair on her pussy. She was an extremely petite girl. Her breasts were fairly small and her ass was small but perfectly round. Her hair is tied up in a bun with her arms crossed looking fiercy at Jack.
Nada is next to drop her could, she is a little bit more shy so chooses to remain in her underwear. It is a laced red bra with red cotton panties. Red was one of her favourite colours, she had on red lipstick, red nail polish. She adjusts her bra and is shooting daggers at Jack.
Jasmine and Emma are the last to take off their trench coat. They look at Jack and Emma say, "Get up", she can see he is extremely excited at all these naked women around him. Emma and Jasmine stand in nothing but their panties. They begin to rub each others pussy. Emma's hand playfully moves around the outside of Jasmines white cotton panties. Emma starts to feel Jasmine get extremely wet. Jack tried to get in between but Jasmine pushes him away, "No."
Kiki and Nada hold Jack down while Emma is the first to sit on his face. She grabs his hair and forces Jack to eat her out and make her cum. She is grinding on his face while Jack is gasping for air trying to eat Emma's pussy out at all.
"Keep going, don't stop." Emma's egyes are rolling back at this point and she is grinding on his face. She pushes he panties to the side and squirts all over his face. When Emma squirts, it is like a broken faucet.
Jasmine is the next, she sits on Jacks face nearly choking him. She forces him to do the same. Jasmine was in love with Jack so the feeling on sitting on his face while he eats her out is a sensation Jasmine could not begin to describe. Jasmine's panties get in the way of pure sensation that Jasmine's pussy was aching for. She could not resist the urge for Jack to keep eating her out because she was about to cum. Her sensation would be destroyed if she stopped now and took them off.
Jack is really putting his dick into work, Jasmine wants to fuck so badly, but that was not part of the agreement. She reaches for his throbbing hard cock over his jeans. She wants to take them off and have them inside of her, but Emma pushes her hand away and Jack lets out this unsatidfies moan. Jack continues to eat her out and Jasmine cums. She cums to the point where it is dripping through her panties. She lays to the side and gasps for air in pure pleasure. She is satisfied.
Nada and Kiki finally get off Jack as he lays there with the cum of Emma and Jasmine all over his face and body. His shirt is comletely drenched. They kick him out the house and then text him, 'This is what happens in a sorority.' | 2 | 0 | 9 |
[WP] Two sorority girls "haze" a curious college guy. | "...Nightly pillow fights, comparing tits sizes, bi-curious kissing which leads to sitting on each others' faces. I mean, c'mon, don't tell me that that doesn't happen in a sorority?"
Jasmine and Emma trade looks and shake their head.
"Porn is not real life," says Jasmine.
"Oh, whatever." He stops two of their sisters and pulls them into the conversation. "Nikki, Brie, have you two never made out with each other or bang a guy at the same time?"
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"We're twin sisters you sick fuck!"
"Oh, my God, I am so sorry sisters," Emma jumps in and pulls the twins away before they get violent in their already drunken state.
Jasmine grabs Jack by the arm and pulls him to the corner as if she were scolding a child. "What the hell is wrong with you? You can't ask these girls that!"
"Hey, look, don't go getting all jealous 'cause you can't get none of this."
"I've had that before and it didn't live up to the hype."
"Whatever..." Jack trails off and walks into the kitchen for some more beer.
jasmine finds Emma and the twins sitting on the couch and hands them each a red cup topped off. "Sorry about that sisters."
"It's okay," slurs Nikki. "He was kinda cute."
"Yeah, but he talks too much," interrupts Brie. "That little fucker needs to be taught a lesson.
Jasmine smiles, "What if we taught him a lesson tonight?"
"I really don't like that look in your eyes," says Emma. Jasmine smiles evilly at her. "Oh, no. No, Jasmine. I'm a virgin."
"Look, I'm not asking you to give up your cherry to him; he just needs some discipline. He needs to know that he can't ask for something without giving something up."
The girls huddle together to make their plan.
An hour later, Emma finds Jack talking up one of the cheerleaders that looks to be dying for a way out of the conversation.
"I'm just saying, those guys lift you up and you have to balance yourselves on their hands. Don't tell me that their fingers haven't slipped up somewhere. How often does something like that happen?"
"Jack!" calls Emma. Jack turns and the unknown cheerleader makes her escape. "Hey, Jasmine wants to talk to you."
"Aw, man, you scared her off. I was just about to get all the juicy details."
"No you weren't, honey. Come on, Jasmine needs to show you something."
She takes him by the hand and leads him through the crowd and down the stairs, into the basement. The musty smell of gym bags and old dog food fill the air. It's dark except for the small light bulb illuminating the stark cement floor.
Emma stops him in the center of the light and walks around, behind him. Jasmine steps out of the shadows and stares him down.
"Jack, you've been embarrassing us for quite some time with your constant whining about our sisterhood. Well, you're going to learn what it's like to be a pledge of Omega Mu."
Emma's arms circle around his waist and work his belt and pants loose.
"What the h--?" He tries to stop her, but Nikki and Brie come out and hold his arms.
Emma pulls his pants and boxers down in one swipe. His cock is already semi-erect and doesn't look like it's going to soften up.
"On your knees, dog!" demands Jasmine.
The twins force him down and bend him over. His forehead touches the cold cement leaving his exposed ass up in the air.
"For insulting my sisters, you will receive your punishment."
"Wait! I don't know about this..."
He feels something hard press against his bare ass.
"Is that...?"
The air swishes back and forth and the paddle makes contact with his skin.
"Ow! Fuck!"
"Three more!" commands Jasmine.
The paddle cuts through the air again and hits once, twice, three times. With each smack, Jack yells out and finally a whimper. Emma steps away and returns the paddle to its proper resting place.
"On your back, dog!" shouts Jasmine.
Jack slowly turns over, careful to ease his abused ass onto the cold cement and avoid the mess he made on the floor.
"What's this?" Jasmine stands over him giving him full view up her skirt. Her lacey yellow g-string disappears in between her ample ass. "Who gave you permission to cum?"
Strangely satisfied, Jack begins to relax.
"Oh, no you don't, dog." Jasmine squats over his face grabbing his waning cock. Her panties go tight and slide further into her ass and pushes her fat snatch out the sides. She hangs precariously over Jack's face and begins to stroke him back to life. "You want to cum without permission, then you're going to get to cum all you can handle."
Jasmine looks up at the twins. "Brie, go to my room and grab my Hitachi wand. Nikki, we're going to need towels from the laundry room, grab them." The twins take off without question. "Emma," Jasmine stands and grabs her by the shoulders. "You need to keep him hard while I find my lotion. Think you can handle that?"
"I...I can try..." her voice trails off.
Jasmine sprints up the stairs as Emma stands next to Jack's head. She kicks off her platform sandals and rolls down her khaki shorts. Her nerves keep her lacey turquoise boy shorts on, however. She kneels down, firmly placing her shins over his bulky arms to keep him from roaming and touching anything. This was a punishment after all.
She begins to lower herself when she feels his face shoot up and push against her virginal mound. She lets out a small yelp, but pushes back against his face. His tongue desperately works back and forth, trying to taste her. Emma bucks back and forth, stirred into giving into the lust after knowing only the pleasure of her own hand. | 2 | 0 | 9 |
[WP] Two sorority girls "haze" a curious college guy. | Masterful. Sir, you've written an exquisite tale. Had I gold to give you, I'd bestow it upon your story thrice fold.
Post this shit everywhere. Post this to the nsfw bestof. Publish this.
I almost tested up at how awesome it was. | 1 | 0 | 9 |
[WP] Let me fix your Air Conditioning. | It is about 10.15 in the morning. Most men in suburbia have gone to work while the housewives tend to the cooking and cleaning. Mrs. Dennis however, is not the average suburban housewife. Her partner Taylor was caught cheating with a women while on a business trip in Hungary. Carly could not trust Taylor the same. Despite the infidelity, she chooses to remain by Taylor's side. Maybe, just maybe, i might love again. Carly and Taylor do not talk, at all. She does her all her wifely duties, except one. She cooks for Taylor, does the laundry and cleans the house but refuses to satisfy.
It had been 8 months since she found out and they have not touched since. Not even a hug. It is a hot day and the air condition has broken so the Dennis home is like a sauna. Carly calls the local technician, he says he will be there in 45 minutes. No appointments Carly thinks to herself. At 11.05 a pickup truck pulls up and a tall pale man in overall comes rings the bell. Barry, in cursive writing.
Carly opens the door in a tight tank top and shorts so shorts they might as well be panties. She has blond hair and is tall, she fans herself but the beads of sweat still find their way down her top. Barry can see the dampness of the top starting to show some skin.
He walks in and say, "It really does feel like a sauna. Especially with these overalls."
"Honestly, i would not mind if you take them off, make yourself feel comfortable." She says.
Barry removes his overalls revealing a tank top over a built bear-like body, he says Carly admiring the squareness of his pecs. She snaps back to reality and says, i'll show you where it is. She leads the way as barry can't help but stare at her perfect ass in those tight, sweaty shorts. Barry can tell she must really hit the gym.
Barry begins work and for the next 30 minutes is thinking about how it is his fantasy to fuck a women like that instead of receiving pay. She comes back with some lemonade and squats down touching his thigh. This alarms and hits his head against a metal pipe.
"I'm so sorry, i did not mean to startle you." She says apologetically.
"No worries", he says grunting.
Come get up, sit down and all get you some ice. He follows her to the kitchen and she gets a bag of ice and stands above him icing the effeced area. He can only slightly feel and sense Carly's tender breasts touching his face. Despite her sweating a puddle, she smells like a garden of flowers. Barry's pants started to feel tighter. He feels a sensation and blood flow to his cock.
"She's making me hard."
"I'm sorry." She says softly looking down at him. She looks deep into his eyes and gives him a kiss. She kisses him again only more passionately. She sits on his lap and making out, tongue deep in his throat. She slowly starts to unbutton his overall and reach into his throbbing hard cock. She starts rubbing is while still sitting on him and kissing him. He pushes her hand away and takes off her tank top. Two perfectly round breasts fall perfectly out of the sweaty, tight top. He sucks them, Carly begins to moan and groan.
She starts to rub his cock again, this time standing up and forcefully removing his clothes. His long fat cock comes off as a surprises, she looks at it stunned thinking never in her life has she had this. She begins sucking off Barry, first gently kissing the tip of his dick with her soft lips then divving down and sucking on it like it will provide oxygen. She tells Barry to face fuck her which makes her gag uncontrolably. There is spit all over the floor.
Barry stands her up and takes off her shorts, he thens picks her up, puts her on his shoulder and eats her out while walking towards the couch. The windows are open, everyone will see. After using his tngue to provide this euphoric sensation to Carly's tight, wet pussy. He inserts his throbbing cock in her.
Simultaneously, they both let out the biggest moan, like falling asleep after being awake for a week. He is on one knee while Carly is laying on the couch. "Fuck me hard. Make me feel like a woman." His thick dick fills up Carly entirely. Her mouth is wide open and she is moaning loudly.
Barry bend her over and wraps her hair around his fingers, he starts fucking her faster and harder. His big cock slips out of her wet pussy from time to time and he can see she has cum on his cock a few times. He inserts himself back in and continues to fuck her.
Righ before he is about to cum, he moans while going faster, Carly is screaming, "Barry, yes, fuck me, yes Barry." He can't stop, he hasn't cum ina while and this woman is about to drain all the cum from him. Right before climax he cums on her face, in her mouth and on the couch. He cums, for what felt like 5 minutes to barry, thick ropes and a heavy glaze sits on her face.
They both are in pleasure not wanting this moment to last until the door is being unlocked, both look towards it and see a white woman looking at them. It is Taylor. | 3 | 0 | 5 |
[EU] Turns out Princess Peach does a fuck ton of concaine | Turned out a little story for you here, http://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/2e4wem/pi_turns_out_princess_peach_does_a_fuck_ton_of/ | 1 | 0 | 9 |
[PI] Turns out Princess Peach does a fuck ton of cocaine | Dude. Awesome. I like the daisy stuff | 2 | 0 | 20 |
[PI] Turns out Princess Peach does a fuck ton of cocaine | Bravo, RedHot was not joking. | 1 | 0 | 20 |
[WP]a friend is holding a rainbow party | He was living the life in downtown Vancouver, in is late 20s and already making millions. Patrick looked at his watch and realized he was running late to the party. It was hard trying to read time off a watch with so many diamonds.
Patrick ran to his apartment and changed. Louis Vuitton suit, his favourite. A Rolex on one hand and a diamond bracelet on the other. Patrick knew he turned heads whenever he walked by, men and women. This was a very important day for Patrick because he was holding his first ever, 'Rainbow Party.'
It was an idea Patrick though off with his friends Doug, Allen and Ned. All successful Vancouver businessmen who had a passion for sleeping with beautiful, young women. Invitations were given to the most beautiful women of the city, except 7. These seven invitations were given to the 7 most beautiful women in the world.
Red was given to a beautiful woman named Oksana, a 21 year-old from Moscow with a passion from sleeping with rich men.
The orange colour was given to Mies, a petite beautiful Dutch woman who was from a small village in Vancouver to start a semi-successful modelling career.
Yellow was given to Min Xing from Shangai. She was aspiring to be an English literature professor but looked much better naked. Her unique curvy body made the men of Shangai, question whether a Chinese woman could look so perfect.
Blue was given to the beach-loving, pot-smoking Mackenzie from California. All she did was smoke and then tan at the beach.
Green was given to as some would describe, an African goddess from Sierra Leone, named Augusta. She was tall, had light chocalte colour skin that many men who were lucky enough, described as silk.
Indigo and Violet were two cards that were given to twins from India, Priyanka and Preity. They were from a wealthy family so had to be treated a little more delicately.
Despite the cultural differences, there was one thing common about all these women. Their lips, each of their lips were soft and very thick. Just the though of having those lips touch any mans dick would make them explode where they are.
Patrick meets with Doug, Allen and Ned before the party to discuss the importance of this rainbow party.
"Gentlemen, you already know how many beautiful women will be showing up to this party. You know that special invitations have been given to some women." Patrick explains.
"Well." he says with a smile. "Your objective at this party is to get 7 blow jobs by these seven different women. The person with the most wins!"
"Wins what?" Doug asks
"Seven blow jobs." replies Patrick.
They all set out to win. Doug starts talking to Augusta since he has had a thing for women from Africa. Patrick tries his luck with the twins, while Allen is trying to swoon Oksana with his failed attempts at Russian
As the night continues, each man is being taken to certain rooms by certain different women, some come out happy, others come out a little upset. By the end of the night they all meet up.
"So, did you all have a good time?" Patrick asks with a smile on his face.
"Yeah, it was a good idea, well worth it." Allen replies
"Alright, drop your pants." Patrick says
"W-what?" Doug asks a little confused
"Drop your pants, the lipstick that each women got with the card should definitely appear on your dick."
Each man then drops his pants. Doug has for different colours, blue, green, yellow and indigo. Not bad in one night. Allen only has one, Orange. At least he tried. Ned has all five but the twins.
Patrick then starts to take off his pants, from the line of his waist to his thighs, he has shades of all the colours. He has lipstick marks of the womens lips all over his chest as well. He is covered in the obsession of these women on his body. Patrick has clearly won.
| 2 | 0 | 6 |
[WP] Behind closed doors | Bill and Linda were now in their mid-forties. Though, they loved their children, they loved sex just as much. Neither could go to sleep without fucking once, not necessarily each other.
It started when Bill met Linda in high school. Both were from a respectable catholic family and attended a religious school. There was something about them that was a little bit different from the rest, their denial of god and love of anal and vaginal intercourse.
Linda in her youth was a tall, blonde white southern girl. She was the daughter of an accountant, her father, and her elementary school teacher mother. She came from a very loving family, although her family were religious, they were never bible-thumping fanatics. They liked to spread the love of their religion through love of each other. Linda was very fond of her family and the church. She taught bible-studies along with her mother every sunday. The community loved her and her family and many suggested they would be first in line when they get to heaven.
However, there was a dark side to Linda, every single night, before going to the library, Linda used to sneak about an hour from town to volunteer 'Mrs. Broths Brothel.' She was a favourite of men and women. This one night, Linda got so kinky, she had sex with 5 men at the same time and swallowed each of the mans cum. She never took a paycheque from the Mrs Broth, but Mrs. Broth used to sneak money into her purse when Linda was getting pounded by three guys at once. When Linda did find the money, she used to donate it to the local church.
Bill was from the same high school as Linda and was from a very strict catholic family, he was just as kinky and was as good at hiding it. The thing he had to hide most was his gay encounters. Bill would sleep with men twice his age. He loved the feeling of another mans touch deep inside of him. Many men loved to sleep with Bill because of his firm body, a football players body. The one ting about him was the difference in how hard his nipple became when he was touched by a woman and a man, when a man touched Bill his sexual senses were heightened and his nipples could rip off his shirt. Although Bill was not gay, he was more into men than women.
The night both Bill and Linda met was an exciting night for both. Mrs. Broth was hosting the biggest orgy in the area. Bill was invited by one of his lover Richard, he loved Richard. While Linda was given a special invitation from the Mistress herself. A week before the orgy, neither Bill or Linda had sex. They believed to refrain themselves in order to have the most explosive, toe-curling experiences of their lives.
The night of the orgy, there were men and women of different heights, weights and ethnicity. There was an alcohol, tobacco and marijuana buffet. Many people did not even mingle, most got straight to fucking. Linda came late, as soon as she entered , for men started fondling her and scking her boobs. She laid down and had one eat her pussy, one on each tit and had one mans cock deep in her mouth. She looked up to see Bill standing with his dick throbbing and staring at her. She didn't say a word, she rached up and began stroking his cock. Bill, was moaning. She kept stroking his hard cock to the point where she made him cum. His cum was on her face and some went on the other guys pleasuring Linda, who did not seem to mind. Linda kept staring at Bill, wanting his body, Bill wanted nothing more than Linda. She pushed off all the other guys and began fucking Bill. He could feel her tight, wet pussy and believed it felt better than when Richard fucks him. After a few hours of constant fucking, many are exhausted and fall asleep. Not Linda and Bill, they continue fucking and fucking to the point where Linda's pussy starts to ache and Bill is cumming only a few drops. Since then, they became a couple and soon married.
I felt if i write a bit about before they met might make it interesting. Hope you enjoy this! | 3 | 0 | 5 |
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[IP] Bound to Love | Jane is awoken by the sounds of heavy footsteps coming through the door. Her morning habit is to get up, stretch her arms and rub her eyes. Not today though, when she wakes up she realizes she cannot move her arms, or legs or even head. She is completely tied to a mattress.
"What the fuck?" She screams in fear.
She looks around and notices she is dressed in nothing but a corset, stocking and panties.
She tries to break her free but despite her strength she is tied down too tight. Jane has a small stature but at 21 and 105lbs she is able to lift more than most guys and has over a decade of experience in various forms of martial arts.
She struggles for a bit until she hears the door open, a very large man, standing at 6'4" and 275 pounds stands over her.
"Awake so soon I see." He says in a very rough voice.
Jane is not the type to get scared easily, but at this moment, the size of this man intimidated her.
"Please. Let me go." She cries.
He doesn't say a word, he just bends and gently strokes her cheek. She notices how rough his hands are. He has a thick beard and a scar above his eye. Jane looks at his hands and realizes his arms are all muscle, he is built like a tank with no defining muscle. His biceps are as big as her two legs put together.
His graze slowly leads down to janes breasts. His rough hands cup her breast and he squeezes them very tightly. Jane lets out a small scream in agony and she slaps her.
"Do not make a sound." He says
Jane still feels the sting of his slap on his cheek. She starts to cry not because of the pain but because of how helpless she is at that moment. He slowly unites her corset and pulls it out from under her revealing a bare chested jane.
He rubbed his hand over her tight abdomen and perky breasts. He was enjoying the feeling. He then stood up over her and started unbuckling his belt. He took of his Jan's and stood there in his boxer briefs. Jane noticed how big his cock was, she could see the outline reach all the way from his crotch to the side of his hip. And he had massive tank like legs.
He finally dropped his boxers to reveal what Jane would describe as a baby's arm literally swing down and dangle. He was not even hard yet and she felt as she was staring at a python. He bent down and began grabbing janes breasts and tugging her nipple. He start sucking on them and painfully biting them. His massive sausage like finger went into her pussy, she was tight but barely wet, she could not get excited and wet with what was about to happen.
When the giant like man started to get hard enough, he shoved his cock in her throat. Only the tip and little more were in her mouth and she started gagging. He continued to hove down what he could until jane could not breathe. He moaned like a bear and face fucked her. Right before he thruster back down, jane gasped for air. He face fucked her for a very long time, there were tears and saliva streaming down her face. He shoved his cock down a few more times and came in her. He came so much and at an angle is started to flow out of her nose. Janes face was wrecked with all different types of fluids.
He must have popped Viagra before fucking her because even after cumming his cock was rock hard. Jane looked on as he circled around her body like a shark or vulture with his thick, almost footlong cock in one hand we was stroking. He jumped on top of jane and ripped he panties off her. He sucked on her nipples and rubbed his cock before inserting himself in. Jane was extremely tiny compared to his cock, it was nearly 1/5 her size. He went in almost dry and jane felt pure pain when he was entirely inside of her. Every thrust jane was in more and more pain.
She wanted nothing more than this man off her. He finally pulled off from her. Jane was relieved for a second until he shoved himself up her asshole. The pain of that trumped any other kind of pain she had encountered so far. She could not resist and screamed. The man covered her mouth and then started choking her.
"One more peep and I will fuckin kill you."
He continued to fuck her, anally. And then jane felt a warm sensation. This son of a bitch had cum inside her. Jane was a mess; sweat, saliva, tears and semen were all over her body. He finally got up and dressed him self and left.
Jane, lay there and cried. She cried at the thought of how her best friend could do something like that to her. | 2 | 0 | 2 |
[wp] Two horny astronauts can't wait any longer... | They met at space camp in the early nineties and fell in love. They were in their early teens and a passion for space and one another. Jared Lake wed Nickey Matthews about three years ago. They both graduated top of their class and were selected to do repairs on the Canadarm, an exciting opportunity for both of them.
Jared and Nickey had an extremely active sex life, a little strange to some people as well, they would wear space masks and alien costumes and have sex. Despite it being odd, it combined the best of both worlds; space and each other's naked bodies and they enjoyed it.
They had been training to go into space as long as they were married and on June 5th, there was blast off. When they finally landed they had to begin repairs. Jared had to reinforce metal on the Canadarm while Nickey was in charge of the wiring. It was not an overnight task. The couple had been in space for 2 months constantly arguing and trying to repair the broken machinery.
They never argued, but after not having sex for so long they were frustrated. They had to sign a waiver refraining from any sexual encounter while in space, apparently body fluids leaking and floating around getting somewhere may jam something.
Although thus was upsetting for both, they figured it would be best for them. Jared and Nickey are quietly going over some manuals on repairs and eating watered down porridge.
"Fuck, Nickey. I am sick of this." He says.
Nickey lowers her glasses and looks at him quizzically. "Sick of what, Jared?" She asks.
"This not being able to touch my wife. Who are they to say what we can or can't do consensually?" He asks expecting an answer
"Jared." She says but he looks away.
"Jared." She says again in a sweet comforting tone as she floats towards him.
"I love you, sweetie. But this is so important, we can't risk fucking anything up, or each other." She says while laughing
Jared sighs and floats away to the next room. He realizes it is not Nickeys fault but damn it.
He stares at Nickey through the other room, he is staring at her body in loose overalls. Something that wouldn't get any man excited but it has been so long for him anything she wears he undresses with his eyes. He checks out Nickeys ass, it has always been nice and big but the lack of working out has made is less firm. She has also gained a little bit of weight and the difference in atmosphere has made her skin a little pale.
This does not bother Jared, he still wants to rip her overalls off.
'I wonder if she is wearing underwear underneath her clothes' he thinks to himself. The married couple doesn't even share a room, they each have their small rooms with enough space for a sleeping pod and room to change. Nickey changes in the other room.
Later at night, trying to fall asleep while sexually frustrated, he hears moaning. He listens closely and realizes it is nick moaning in the other room. Jared floats into her room and sees Nickeys hand fingering herself outside her overalls.
"Nickey?" He says
Nickey looks at him surprised and shyly smiles.
"After you said how badly you wanted to fuck, it really made me think it has been so long since I have felt your hands on me." She says softly.
"Well." Jared replies floating towards her. "Let's change that."
Jared begins to make out with Nickey. Both are in a state of bliss. They enjoy each other's lips and the feeling of each other's tongue. Jared reaches towards her pussy and notices her overalls are a little wet, she has already got herself ready. His hands reach into her overalls and he grabs her breasts. He pulls her nipples while kissing her and she moans.
"Oh, Jared." She says in a breathy voice.
Jared's hand find themselves into her panties while Nickey is rubbing his cock slowly. He starts fingering her and she starts moaning. Jared has to hold on to a railing above them so they don't start floating everywhere which tires his arm, holding the weight of two people.
They fully unbutton each other and stare at each other's naked bodies. Nickey looks down to see Jared's cock dangling between his legs. 'How I missed that.' She thinks to herself, she starts to play with it starting to see it it get harder after every stroke.
"Enough us enough I want the feeling of your cock inside of me." She demands.
She proceeds to shove his cock in her. His cock in not fully hard yet, but gets harder and thicker after every thrust. Jared pushes in and pulls out, every time back inside he fills up Nickeys pussy even more.
"Jared, that feels so good." She says in sheer pleasure. "Don't stop."
Jared continues, his cock now hard as a rock after two months of inactivity. He holds on to the railings above but the power of his thrusts pushes her away. He'd rather have his cock inside her than worry about the ISS and let's go. Each thrust leads them to different end. Nickey finally grabs onto a pull-up bar whil Jared fucks her reverse cowgirl and is moaning.
"I'm going to cum." He yells.
"Cum for me baby. Cum inside of me." She replies.
After a few hard thrusts Nickey makes Jared cum. He has a mix of sighs and screams as finishes inside of her.
Both are not on top of each other floating in space. Nickey gets off Jared and has his cum oozing out of him. Jared finally floats back to his room, satisfied now willing to finish off the remaining work.
Three months late but this was fun to write! :) | 1 | 0 | 10 |
[WP][NSFW] Can you make him jealous enough? |
R:'LOL shut up, Casey. He's really fucking hot though. I think I want to rip his clothes off, like right now!' *10.15*
A;'Uhhh....Rhian, this is Adam not Casey' *10.18*
A: 'wrong person... Where are you anyways?' *10.18*
R: 'Soooowwwwyyyyy Adam :):):)' *10.25*
A: 'haha.. It's k. Where are you anyways? And who is this mysterious guy??' *10.26*
R: 'at a bar and nobody :p' 10.30
A: 'come on Rhian, we've been like best friends since middle school.' *10.31*
R: 'oh really? And those 3 months In junior year of college when you stopped talking to me' *10.35*
A: 'I was stupid and that was like 3 years ago. Sorry :(' *10.37*
R: 'I know :) I just like teasing you about it :*' *10.40*
A: 'so you're not going to tell me about this guy?' *10.41*
R: 'wow nosey, there are certain things I only tell my girls' *10.48*
A: 'I can fight him If he hurts you' *10.50*
R: 'Adam, he has muscles EVERYWHERE. He will destroy you.' *10.55*
A: 'highly doubt he's good looking.' *10.58*
R: 'do you remember professor shezan for our psych101 class?' *11.07*
A: 'yeah, that professor that literally every girl in college wanted to sleep with, including you...' *11.10*
R: 'we'll imagine that but a younger, muscular and cinnamon tanned version of him sitting right with me x.x' *11.20*
R: 'well I should really stop texting so i still get a chance to fucking his brains out' *11.21*
A: 'you're going to sleep with him?' *11.25*
R: 'uhm, sleep with him doesn't even begin to define what I'm going to do him.' *11.35*
A: 'lool, what do you plan on doing to him' *11.38*
R: 'Adam! Come on I'm not going to describe how I am going to have sex with him' *11.50*
A: 'I thought you only liked sex after marriage' *11.55*
R: 'I did, but this boy. Wow. He is literally making me so horny I don't even care' *12.10*
R: 'yumm, he just stretched showing off that sexy v line. I swear I'm going to put whip cream in that and like it off' *12.12*
A: 'lool what else?' *12.15*
R: 'you perv, I bet you're getting a sick thrill out of it' *12.20*
A: 'shut up. You've only had sex with one guy, I'm only asking for your own sake.' *12.22*
A: 'I bet you'll chicken out by just making out, maybe giving him a quick rub and running away like Michael lee :p' *12.23*
R: 'no, this is different. This is a lot different. I am going to make sure his balls are sore by the end. First I am going to rip off his shirt and bite every single muscle on his chest. I am going to make sure it hurts just a little but to make him moan a little. I am then going to grind the fuck out of him not letting him touch my body, I will slowly reach down into his pants and rub his cock to make sure it stiffens. *12.38*
R: 'after that, I plan to rip his jeans off, I really hope he is wearing boxer briefs. It is my fantasy to lick and rub the outline of a guys cock while he's wearing boxer briefs. For 30 seconds straight I am going to give him an insane handjob but not let him cum.' *12.50*
R: 'I am going to TELL him to tie my hands and rip off my skirt and shirt and eat my pussy till his face is dripping wet with my cum. I am finally going to have him insert his cock inside of me and fuck me silly. I want him to fuck me so hard and cum so hard that his balls are drained and ALL Of his cum is inside of me.' *1.03*
R: 'I want this sexy piece of ass to get me pregnant. Every single day I will meet him again and fuck me the same, until I am pregnant. If he gets me pregnant, he is mine forever.' *1.20*
A: 'wow, Jesus, Rhian, that's the fucking sexiest thing you have ever said.' *1.23*
A:'Rhian? Did your phone die?' *1.45*
A: 'hey, I called, it rings, but you're not answering' *1.55*
A: 'I can come pick you up right now. Which bar are you at?' *2.00*
A: 'don't get pregnant...' *3.15*
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Write about a world in which women's diets have been completely replaced by male cum. | *DING*
"One mixed cream milkshakes at table six" the waitress yells out.
'The Cream of Seed' is one the most popular semen joints the city has to offer. They employ over a hundred men of different ethnicities for their semen. It is one of the highest paying jobs. The cafe takes pride in providing customers with the richest most flavourful semen the country has to offer.
Males are employed based on their looks and diets. The men have to consume vital fats such as fish, sardines and nuts as well as vegetables such as celery. Men are required to ejaculate 15 ml of semen per load and the higher paid can ejaculate up to 40 ml.
The males are usually assisted by onsite groupies who start the day by first gently teasing the men and then give hand jobs or blow jobs to help release. On rare occasions, some men have intercourse to refresh the routine.
Juliana sips on her, 'Bull and Snake' milkshake, one the more expensive ones that have the semen of an Black and Indian male.
"Ah, this is refreshing Crissy. Try it, the surgeon general has said this is good for our healths."
"No, i don't like the added sugars, i think i am getting fat, preferably i just go to the organic restaurant to get a shot of semen" Crissy replies.
"You know, the best place to get pure sperm is directly from the males" Juliana says trying to sound educated.
"Yeah, it's important to consume at least 50 mls per day" Chrissy said.
"I know, i had to break it off with Raj because of that" Juliana sadly replies.
"What, why?"
"Well" Juliana replies stirring the straw and then taking a sip, "He did not have enough cum. Like i gave him head around 5 times a day. His first load is heavy, by his third the thickness decreases and it is almost like drops of water"
"Yeah, i get it, no point of keeping someone like that around" Crissy laughs.
"We should pay the bill and get out" Juliana replies gulping down the milkshake.
She makes sure she gets every drop of cum from the straw. and waves to the waitress for the bill.
"Cash or semen" the waitress asks.
"Semen" Juliana replies smiling.
She fishes through the viles of sperm she has in her purse and picks out the exotic, 'Vitamin O'.
"Vitamin O" the waitress inspects. "This is at an all time high. So that means you have to pay 5 ml."
Juliana pulls out the syringe and pours exactly 5 ml into the waitresses empty vile.
Both ladies grab their purse and leave. They are walking down Main Street and see signs advertising new, 'Semen Coated Pills - Famous to Help Burning Off the Fat!'
"Pay no attention to it Crissy" as Juliana grabs her arm. "It is all just a gimmick"
The ladies walk into a convenience store and buy 2 bottles of Evian-Semen water bottles, which contains 5ml of semen per 100ml. Juliana also looks at some lotions and reads out the ingredients, "Horse semen, bull semen, Chinese herbal Semen. Ah, this is the one main ingredient for your skin."
A giant televison outside has a PSA out, 'To induce more viscous and healthier semen, males must refrain from ejaculating for 5 days after every 100 days.'
It is all common in the life of a big city in America called Semenville. | 9 | 0 | 8 |
[PI] A teenage girl is left home alone, except for the landscaping crew left outside. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 12 |
[PI] A teenage girl is left home alone, except for the landscaping crew left outside. | This was great! I'm glad my post inspired this, and I love the ending, I didn't see it coming ;) | 2 | 0 | 12 |
[wp] Hermione | The day started off with me on edge. I woke up from a frightfully sexual dream having nearly soaked through my undergarments. It stayed on my mind the entire day, Ginny's lips touching mine, her hands cupping my bottom...I was so distracted I missed a question on a quiz in Potions! A whole question! I was aghast. These urges needed to be dealt with, and examined later. Especially the homosexual ones.
I knew I needed to deal with these, and had prepared for just such an eventuality. The third floor corridor on the right hand side was strangely still off limits to students, despite having been cleared of sorcerers stones and traps long ago. Except for one vital piece of a particular plant. Devil's Snare. I'd found it as I snooped around, trying to find a quiet place to read, completely by accident. A small piece it used to be, but I nursed it back to health, and it was now a sizeable plant, its growth held at bay only by some powerful charms I'd taught myself. Now this chamber, once home to a fearful plant, is where I go to explore my body and my pubescent urges.
These urges were becoming frighteningly regular, I thought as I disrobed. I quite liked my underwear that day, pink and frilly. They'd been sent to me by a pen pal from across the pond, bought at a place called Victoria's Secret. An odd name for a clothing store.
The devil's snare isn't exactly what it used to be. You see, I'd discovered that magical plants can be trained much like animals or people. And so I had trained this one to help me satiate my body. I was in complete control at all times, a simple command would make some vines stiff and rigid, and others soft and gentle. Another command made it rough and still another made it play nice. Who needed a boy? So long as I kept a firm grip on my wand, nothing bad could happen. It was harder than it seemed, once when exploring the limits of erotic asphyxiation, I passed out, dropping my wand and nearly dying. What a sight that would've been. Hogwarts star student choked and raped by an errant vine.
As a result, I'd trained the plant to 'take a break' every five minutes. Plenty of time for me to retrieve my wand if dropped, or regain consciousness if I didn't plan so well.
The plant had sensed my entrance, and could tell it was time. Vines reached out, pulling at me, pulling me closer. I let it, speaking the command for rough sex. I'd discovered that I rarely used the gentle option I'd taught it. I loved feeling the vines wrapped around my throat, still more trapping my hands behind me, even more penetrating me, though all my holes.
I'd forgotten to take off my bra and panties, but it didn't care. I regretted that when it ripped my bra off, so forcefully I fell facefirst into its center. Instinctively, I put my hands in front of me to break my fall, but I needent have, as the plant caught me forcefully, lifting me off my feet. I heard a clatter on the floor, and felt my heart sink. I'd dropped my wand. I could still reach it, but as I grabbed at it, a single vine whipped around my wrist, at the same time as others grabbed my other wrist and ankles, stretching me out in a giant X.
Now I was vulnerable, exposed to whatever this sentient plant wanted to do to me, powerless to stop anything that was to come.
I felt more vines slip around my stomach, as two traced their ways around my breasts, coaxing my nipples into erection. Despite myself, I was aroused. The snare knew me, knew how to push every one of my buttons, and was just getting started. A pair of whisper thin vines snaked their way to my hard nipples, wrapping themselves tightly around the tips. Just the squeezing of them had me on edge, but I knew what was coming next. Slowly, they began to pull, not hard, just slowly. I completely forgot about them when I noticed a hard appendage poking at my soaked slit. I hadn't noticed it take my panties off, but oh well. I gasped as it started to enter me, but it was just waiting for that. My freshly wet panties were jammed into my mouth. I yelled in surprised, muffled by the wet cloth. I'd never taught it that! But I had bigger things to think about as the hard vine pushed its way deeper inside of me. Namely its partner, which was already coyly nudging my asshole. It didn't waste any time, however, pushing its way deep inside of me. As that happened, both synced up, pumping in and out of me in perfect synchronization.
To be continued? If there's any interest.
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[WP] Man seduced by who he thinks is the sexiest woman he's ever met. | "Flight RK470 to Bangkok, final boarding call." The PA system announced.
Ralph was clutching on the his briefcase and was running, for lack of better words, as fast as he could. He finally got to his gate and went inside the plane just as they were about to close the door. He finally got to his seat, it was the middle of two overweight men huffing and puffin. Ralph was not any slim either, he was a short man, about 5'5" and 190 pounds and had already started balding in his twenties, now in his early 40s he had strings of hair combed over and heavy round glasses.
He squeezed between these two fat people and took out his itinerary.
'Great, a 15 hour flight from Hartford to Tokyo, followed a 5 hour stopover and then 7 hours to Bangkok.' He thought to himself
He worked at an accounting firm and was forced to travel long distance to pull in international accounts. However, his company did not respect him very much, he was always given the cheapest flights and always stuck in economy class. Ralph's timid and fearful nature did not allow him t speak up. Ralph kept to himself, he worked late and rarely had any friends. He does not recall the last time he kissed a girl, maybe in middle school. He was still a virgin, he saw most of his classmates in high school and college get married and lead successful lives while he was still stuck with the same low-paying job he got in his 20s.
Every night he dreamed of meeting a girl who would even just hold his hand. He was always curious to think how a blowjob would feel and how it would feel if he had sex with a girl.
Ralph was able to barely fall asleep being sandwiched in between two morbidly obese people and finally landed in Tokyo. 'Such a long wait.' He thought. Though he rarely drank, he visited the airport bar to have an iced tea.
"One iced tea, please." He asked the bartender.
The bartender looked at Ralph confused.
"Iced tea, please"
the bartender looked at Ralph and said, "English, no."
He then heard a ladies speak Japanese and the bartender nodded.
She was a tall Asian women with wavy brunette hair with one side completely shaved off. He was was small and her eyes slanted, with thick line of mascara. Her lips were thin but very glossy with a shade of pink. She was wearing a tight read dress showing off enough cleavage to attract a man, but not enough to give him what he desires to see.raplh was truly memorized by her beauty and was staring at her with his mouth wide open. She gave a sensual look to Ralph and said,
"It won't be fresh but it will be from a can, I hope it's good enough" as she played with a straw in her cocktail.
Ralph noticed she had a mix of a Thai and English accent, which he found very seductive.
"Y-yes, it should be fine, thank you." He replied after closing his mouth and swallowing spit.
She sat down on the seat beside him and asked, "you're an American, aren't you?"
"Yes, Connecticut." He replied
She finished her drink and said, "Well Mr. American. I hope to see you around sometime."
She grabbed her cashmere cardigan and Louis Vuitton purse and walked away. Ralph could not help but stare at her beautiful ass sway from side to side as she walked away in her heels like a model. He was then distracted by the bill the waiter had presented him 15 550 yen, nearly $150, which consisted of 3 cocktails the woman drank and the iced tea he had purchases.
Ralph was in line waiting to board the plane to Bangkok until he noticed the red headed Asian beauty again, she was walking towards the first class entrance and give a smile and wink to Ralph. He nearly collapsed from the excitement this woman had given him. Once he got on the plane he was ecstatic that he was on the same flight as this beautiful woman, maybe he might see her again in the city.
'Don't be stupid Ralph, look at her and look at yourself. She is probably dating a wealthy, good looking man.'
Once the plane finally landed, he went straight to the city, Ralph knew his company would put him in a small, crappy room. He was right, his motel was right opposite to the hilton incase he did need to get dropped off, he would make his company look bad. Ralph walked into his room which had just a bed and a chair. The wallpaper was mouldy and there was not even an a.c. The only source of air was through windows or a barely working ceiling fan. He already started sweating upon entering the room.
He decided to go for a drink in the city. He might see the beautiful airport girl again. He went into the best bars in the city and spent a few hundred dollars on drinks. He is just about out of his monthly pay until he sees a strip club, Ralph has few dollars left and figures it could last him a bit at this strip club. There are naked women everywhere, dancing on poles and giving lapdances to men and women. There are a few women having sex in the private rooms.
Ralph also notices a dance floor where men and women are dancing. He thinks about stepping on it but shyly backs away. He goes to the bar to order himself one last beer before going home until he notices her, from across the bar sipping on a cocktail. She notices him staring and walks up to him.
"Mr. American, have you been looking through the entire city for me?" She says sensually
"No I just..stumbled here. You work here?"
"Work and own, all the girls you see here work for me. All this money these rich business men are putting into the mouth and breasts of these girls is my profit." She replies.
Ralph notices she is wearing the same red dress she was wearing at the bar and stares at her breasts. He is doing his best to imagine what they would look like uncovered.
"Are you staring at my breasts?" She asks while laughing.
"N-n-no, I swear, I was just..."
"Shhh" as she puts one finger on his lips. "I don't mind."
She pulls Ralph's hands and leads him to the dance floor. Fast paced electronic music is playing and there are strobe lights everywhere. She gets infront of him and has her ass on his crotch, she starts to grind on him moving left to right. Ralph's cock starts to harden, this is the most sexual he has ever been with a girl. She pushes him against a wall and starts to grind even harder, she places his hands on her ass and bends over and does a mix of grinding and dry humping. The noise covers Ralph's moans as she continues, she humps him faster and faster until he nearly cums then stop.
She gets up and starts making out with him, Ralph has this new found confidence so he tries to reach down to her, he can't wait to feel how her pussy might feel but she swags his hand away and looks at him disgusted.
"I'm, so sorry I didn't know what I was thinking."
She starts making out with him again, with Ralph keeping his boundaries with his hand on her back.
"I live about an hour away, how about we go back to your place and have fun there." She says.
Ralph reluctantly agrees and grabs a can to take a cab. Throughout the whole ride they are making out she refuses to let Ralph touch her anywhere and she doesn't bother touching him.
Ralph reaches down to try to stroke his throbbing cock but she keeps swatting his hand away. When they finally reach to his motel he takes her into his room, it is extremely hot and humid inside the room. They both begin sweating. They make out some more until she finally starts to take his clothes off. She pulls off his worn out faded polo shirt and then pulls down his pants. He stand there in his white briefs staring at this beautiful woman. He realizes he will have sex for the first time ever.
"Pull down your tighty whiteys." She says Mockingly.
He pulls them down and stands there naked, his man breasts hang off to the side like he has never done a push up in his life and his big gut covered his already small penis. His dick gets hard and all that is revealed is a small 3" circumcised cock.
"I want to make your every desire come true." She says slowly undressing herself.
"Tell me, have you ever had sex before."
"N-no" he replies
"Well, what do you want me to do first?" she says now standing in her underwear.
"Take off your bra, please."
She takes them off as Ralph strokes his cock and let's out a sigh of relief.
She walks towards and towers over him at 5'10" and asks, "do you want to touch them. Do you want to touch my breasts and see how they feel?"
"Yes please. Please."
She directs both his hands towards her breasts and starts moaning.
"Is it your desire to suck on my nipples?" She asks.
"Yes it is, may I please suck on them?" He asks.
She puts her hand on the back of his head and pushes them on his nipples.
"Bite them, mr. American. Bite them." | 3 | 0 | 3 |
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[WP] The old professor discovers a mysterious unknown female human/alien hybrid. | He flipped the list to see if she might have been penciled in.
"Miss, are you auditing?"
She looked at the class and smiled. It was either ornery or shy. International, perhaps. Regardless, there was too much syllabus to cover for this to be a distraction.
Her stare made the lecture uncomfortable. She dangled her heel and bit her lip. He avoided eye contact. His hackneyed jokes were void of their typical well-timed delivery, invoking restrained giggles only from her.
He'd seen this before, he thought--one of many a young girl compensating for low esteem in her scholastic ability. The papers were often inappropriate. The test times always coincided with emergency as to illicit alone time. He tried especially carefully to treat these with a clear mind.
He dismissed class early, but she remained. He tucked his books and darted for the exit beyond her, blurting in passing that there seems to be a mistake and she needs to see the registrar. It was too soon to say more. You had to be careful bringing to the open things that could easily be strewn as perception.
The following day she was up to the same antics, clearly without bra. He disguised the glances, for she had his favorite kind of nipple. He asked the students to bring their papers to the desk and then leave. He usually gathered them, but he had a personal problem from watching her manipulate the strap of her sandal with her toes.
She waited and then went last, waving and exiting with butt crack in unashamed view.
He picked up her paper. It felt smooth and smelled...interesting. He saw some big words and then rolled his eyes, but then started paying attention to how she had knitted them together. There was a brain behind all this--a really intelligent one. He googled a phrase and after finding no real matches, allowed the words to hypnotize him.
"Beautiful perspective," he penned across the top. He glazed over the rest of the papers with his mind still on the first. He was completely spellbound.
This being a class on sexual development, she had proposed hypotheses on questions that were on the frontier of the science--questions about attraction. What does the brain do during orgasm? What are fetishes and why?
The next day he stayed at his desk again, hard-on flaring at the sight of her. He was usually very good at keeping a professional separation between the topic of his work and his own physicality, but that was crumbling.
She stayed at her desk too.
"That was an excellent paper, Miss Emily."
"Thanks well, I'm just trying to figure out what's going on inside me."
"I've been doing some experiments..." she went on.
"...but I can only do so much without another male, one that knows sex."
Terrified of eavesdroppers, he went up to her and whispered to meet him I his office.
Once safely there, he tried to have the first word...something about professionalism, but it made no sense coming out.
She pulled her knees up to her chest and pressed her feet into his leather chair.
"I need to experience being fucked now that I'm a mature human." She said in a strange accent. She pulled her shorts to the side to show him her vagina. She had his favorite kind, and it was clear by her glistening, flaring labia that she was truly aroused and ready to be entered. She pulled her top down and out flopped two perfect breasts.
His office had filled with her sweet scent. He was throbbing. His precum had made a wet spot in his underwear. We went over to her and allowed his cock to spring out and flail back and forth like a pendulum.
He slipped into her and began thrusting. He picked her up and tossed her on the leather couch. Suddenly her toes curled and she pushed her ass into the air. She gripped the leather and moaned. He couldn't control himself and began pumping his semen into her. Almost instantly he regretted it and realized he had made a huge mistake. She was still writhing on the leather. Then things got weird.
A white light blasted into his window and a voice said "We must take Emily now and study her." Three small figures came out of the window and picked her up. One of them had a cloth like material which he pressed against her vagina, as though to not let the professor's semen escape. As they whisked her she looked at him and said "Thank you."
Almost as quickly, the office was empty. All that remained as proof of the incident was his cock hanging out, still throbbing, still glistening and scented with her slimy wetness. He fell back in his chair and stayed there for a while.
Emily never showed up to his class again. His mind played games with him. He wondered about her. Has she been tasked with going around fucking other life forms, or did they have something special? Was she mothering their half-human child in some other galaxy? Does she think of him or was she just well-designed illusion meant solely to capture his sperm and experiment with it?
It seemed unfair for such a thing of beauty, perfect from head to toe, to come and go like that. He still remembers her smell, but all he can do now is masturbate furiously to the memory of Emily. | 2 | 0 | 5 |
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[WP] translesbian + reluctance/awkwardness | Pre or post op? | 2 | 0 | 3 |
[WP] Cuckolded by an Asian bull | “Miso soup, sweetheart?” Ken asked his girlfriend Jeena
“Whatever, “ she said texting away.
Ken was a nerdy type of guy, very school-oriented and loved playing Dungeons and Dragons. He was in love with a girl who did not love him back. For a reason, Ken’s family was extremely well off. At 25, Jeena did not need to get a job after college, she could live off Ken’s wealth for the rest of her life. Ken was a pushover, he gave into any demands Jeena had. Most of the time, Jeena did not even demand she just did what she wanted to do.
“Who are you texting?” Ken asked timidly scared of her answer.
“Ken, how many times have I told you not to bother me or ask me when I am texting?” She said as she moved her phone down.
“But, you’re always on your phone, it’s our anniversary, can’t it wait?” He asked trying to be assertive.
“Excuse me, don’t tell me what I can or can’t do!” She yelled and stood up.
“You know what, I’m going home and don’t bother coming in the room.” She said as she stormed off.
Ken paid the bill and cabbed it home since Jeena took the keys to the Mercedes. He got back and saw a car parked in the driveway. Not one of the 8 he owned. He walked in to see Jeena sitting on the couch, laughing and talking with another man.
“Baby!” she screamed running upto him and kissing him, something he rarely receives.
She put her hands on his flabby chest and rubbed them. “I love you, I’m sorry for getting angry,” she said with pouty lips.
“I can’t be mad at you on our anniversary,” he said trying to go in for another kiss.
“I know you got me a 3-month trip to Europe for our anniversary. But there is something else I want,” she said, tugging his collar.
He looked over her shoulder to see a tanned Asian man sitting on the couch with his hair a little frizzy and a drink in his hand.
“W-what is it, sweetheart?” He asked, at this point very scared of the answer.
“You love me right? We’ve been together for 3 amazing years,” She said in a slightly sarcastic tone.
“Yes, yes of course I love you. What is it you want?”
“And you know very well our sex life is bad, through no fault of our own,” she replied looking deeply into his eyes
He nodded his head in disappointment.
She pulled his hand and walked towards the couch where the Asian man was sitting. “Ken, meet my friend Rex, he was the chauffeur at the restaurant and gave me a ride home.”
Rex stood up and towered over Ken’s small frame. His large meat-like arms wereas big as his torso. He was built like a brick house.
“Baby, for my anniversary, I want to get fucked by Rex. It will solve our problems, trust me baby,” she said trying to convince him. She slowly put her hands down his pants and started rubbing his cock.
“This could fix our problems. You love me, I love you,” she whipered into his ears rubbing himfaster and faster.
“I want you to watch us and hold my hand so I can imagine it is you fucking me. If you do this, this could work and I will be your sex slave,” her strokes intensified and Ken started moaning.
“Ok, do it. It feels so good, don’t stop,” He said out loud.
She pulled her hand off, right before he was about to cum and jumped on Rex. Ken stood there, with his cock pitched like his pants were a tent.
“Ok, you sexy motherfucker. Fuck me!” Jeena screamed out.
Rex and Jeena were eating each others faces out, barely breathing. Rex slipped his hands up Jeena’s dress and his hand started moving fast. Jeena started moaning.
“Rex, oh my god!”
She was rubbing his cock above his hand, going from base to shaft like it was a long rod.
She gasped, “How big is your dick?”
“Pull it and find out,” He replied in a Phillipino accent.
She got on her knees and liked the wetness from her pussy from his fingers. She pulled down his pants and a thick, long cock smacked her no the face.
“Baby! Ken! Look at this it’s massive! It’s bigger than my arm.” She said, excited like a schoolgirl.
She put Rex’s hard cock in her mouth and immediately began deepthroating.
“Fuck, that feels so good. I popped a Viagra so we have to fuck all night,” Rex said guiding Jeena’s head.
She pulled the cock out her mouth, spit on his cock and said, “No problem, I have nothing important planned.”
He picked her up with his strong arms and started kissing her. They started walking towards the bedroom as they’re kissing.
“Ken, come join us, he’s going to fuck me in the other room,” Jeena said.
He tossed her on the well-made bed and turned her over, “I’m so ready for your big cock.”
As soon as he stuck himself inside, she squirmed. He pulled her back and inserted himself again, grabbing on to his shoulders. Both Rex and Jeena moan in pleasure.
Rex was pounding her, pulling her hair, slapping her ass and calling her vulgar names. Ken looked on as another man was pleasuring his wife, doing some things that Jeena does not let Ken dream off.
“Rex, I’m going to cum, don’t stop!” Jeena screamed.
“Harder, harder, harder!” She screamed as his thrusting increased to the point where the bed started shaking.
Jeena screamed as she came, she finally received the sexual satisfaction she was aching for. Rex pulled out his large dick and all nine inches were covered in Jeena’s cum.
It acted as a natural lube as Rex rubbed himself off while Jeena was on her knees waiting for a load. She sat there with her tongue out, waiting for his seed. He finally came on her face; thick ropes flew towards Ken’s side of the bed.
There was a stench of sex and sweat in the air as Ken looked on at two panting, sweaty bodies. Laying on her back, jeena turned around and looked at Ken.
“Baby,” she said.
“Yes hun?” He asked.
“Got get us some water.”
I may be able to continue more if you enjoyed this at all. | 2 | 0 | 3 |
[WP] Cuckolded by an Asian bull | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 3 |
[WP] The MC of this prompt is somehow affected by the "Ella Enchanted" curse. | Off topic: Wesley played the villain!? In honour of the Princess Bride, I shall incorporate the phrase "as you wish" into my tale of debauchery.
I love this prompt and I will make the effort to craft something with sexy substance and passionate quality. Now, I just hope I can live up to the expectations.
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[WP] [ff] Two guys working in a retail store together | You sound like a guy that at my work who's kind of taken me under his wing. It's weird, I get butterflies talking to him. I'm very much turned on by him, which I've never had from a guy. Once he figured that out he would make comments. Like, if I made my hair look nice he would say "What, going on a date? I'm jealous." I'd say "Come on, you're more popular with the girls than I am." He'd say "I'm jealous of her, silly." I'd turn beet red and not know what to say, but I loved the attention.
He started being in my masturbation fantasies. I even ordered a small dildo online and pretended it was him. At first it hurt and I didn't understand it, but pretty soon I became a pro at fucking that thing. I'd make up your typical porno storyline where we're stuck alone together at work and we'd end up doing dirty things in the dressing room. My climaxes were insane. I'd put a pillow over my face and yell into it as my semen shot all over myself. It was good practice for later. | 2 | 0 | 4 |
[WP] I'm falling for the other woman [FF] | I did a PI for this one, http://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/2f7w0p/pi_im_falling_for_the_other_woman_ff_by/ | 1 | 0 | 4 |
"Oh my god! Don't you ever knock!?" | "Don't you ever knock"
It's words I normally hear every day. At least when my sister was around all the time. Being her little brother, and sharing a "Jack and Jill" bathroom between our bedrooms, we had more of our fair share of walking in on each other. And yelling at each other. It wasn't really me yelling, moreso my sister. She didn't like me possibly "seeing" something. Don't get me wrong, she had an amazing body, with great tits. But she just wasn't my thing.
Now her friend on the other hand, she was stunning. And she was visiting with us for the weekend. At least that's what my parents had told me. I just knew they would be in late Friday night. I didn't see, or hear them come in. All I did was get up in the morning and go into the bathroom to shower before work.
And that's when I heard those words, "Oh my god! Don't you ever knock!?"
At first I thought it was my sister, and if it was her I wouldn't really care. I'd just turn on the shower and get in. It was fun pissing her off. But it wasn't her, it was her drop dead gorgeous friend Sally. And there she was sitting on the toilet, panties on the floor with an over-sized tshirt being the only thing keeping me from seeing anythng.
She looked really pissed, and I didn't blame her. But since I hadn't expected anyone to be in there I had jsut walked in wearing only my boxers. And being early in the morning, I was sporting a nice hard woody. And that's what I'm guessing she saw when she looked me up and down. Since her pissed expression changed to one of lust and desire.
"oops, sorry," I stuttered as I stood there, seeing her eye the bulge in my boxers.
All Sally did was smile a bit wider and beckon me to move toward her with a finger. I shuffled forward. All she did was kneel in front of me and pull down my boxers. My semi hard cock was now fully hard and ready for action.
I looked down at Sally's beautiful blue eyes as she stared up at me as she lick the tip of my cock. A soft moan escaped my lips. I watched intently as she stroked my shaft with her hand as she took my cock into her mouth.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me, my sister's beautiful friend giving me a blow job in our bathroom. And she was doing an amazing job. She had me throbbing and ready to blow in no time. It also didn't help that I hadn't had sex in a while either, but I was giving Sally the benefit of the doubt.
She reached up under my cock and played with my balls as she started to deep throat my cock. At 7 inches long I'm not a huge specimen, but I'm not tiny either, but she easily took all of me. I watched as my cock disappeared inside of her mouth and moaned as she sucked hard on my cock. She then started bobbing her head faster and faster on my cock. In no time I was ready to blow.
"I'm cumming," was all I was able to whisper out of my mouth. I didn't want to be too loud, as to wake my sister, but I wanted to at least let Sally know she was about to get a big load of cum.
My words only made her suck harder and faster. And soon I was moaning out loud and lettimg my cock unload into her mouth.
Sally sucked hard on my cock and swallowed my first load. She kept pumping her head on my cock and swallowed more of my cum. I watched in ecstasy as she milked my cock and took all of the hot seed I shot into her mouth.
As my cock stopped shooting cum she slowed her pace and began to lick my cock clean. Once she finished she stood up in front of me, leaving her panties on the floor.
"So, why did you come in here in the first place," Sally asked.
I pointed at the shower.
Sally turned to look at the shower and then turned back, "Ah, a shower, that's a great idea."
And with that she her hands grabbed her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. I looked down to see her perfect breasts bare in front of me, with her nipples hard and sticking straight at me. She then turned and bent over and turned on the water to the shower. She turned her head and winked at me and said, "you going to join me or just stand there and gawk."
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"Oh my god! Don't you ever knock!?" | [Imgur](http://i.imgur.com/1CbPmeM) | 1 | 0 | 8 |
[WP] Fallen Star... | The gig wasn't supposed to start for another two hours, but she was already sat as close to the stage as she could get. It wasn't her local pub, nor any club she had ever heard of before, but as soon as she knew that he was playing for the final time so close to her, she had to brave it. Drinks were cheap, and the only harassment she'd had was on the walk to the dank bar, so she had made herself rather comfortable for the time being.
Everyone was mad at him when he cheated on his wife, using her money to fund his drug habits when he had money of his own. No-one would give him a record deal any more, and the places he used to frequent turned him down. There were a small group of fans that still tracked his movements, but even they were giving up hope and moving onto different bands. She was probably the only active one of them left, still supporting him.
So when she saw him slink into the bar with his guitar half an hour before he was supposed to go on, her heart couldn't stop racing. The last time she'd seen him, he felt like a small speck of dust on such a large stage, but right now she could go over and talk to him, see him up close and personal! The aura he was giving off was of someone who didn't want to be here, let alone play a gig or even be talked to, and it brought her back to the reality of the situation. The few other people who had trickled in were sitting as far away from the stage as possible, huddled together and swarming the bar. He was playing for the money, and not the enjoyment that he always talked about in interviews.
Well, back then he was probably playing for the money as well, but this time it was just to live rather than to get high.
"Are you here for the show?" His voice takes her out of her spiralling thoughts, drawing her attention to the fact that he was taking a seat on the opposite side of her table.
"Yes! I've always been a big fan, and I was hoping you could sign my shirt, a-and your first album, if that's alright!" She was stammering a little, furiously tearing through the carrier bag that she'd brought with the items she'd carefully chosen for his signature, along with a bright red sharpie.
"I was actually kidding, but... Really?" He was taken aback, but a smile was soon followed by a large chuckle, reaching out and signing the items for the girl. "Who am I making this out to?"
"S-Stephanie, with a ph," she smiled, heart jack-hammering in her chest.
They continued talking for a while, only interrupted when the bar manager was wondering where the live entertainment was. No-one else had really cared that he was already running twenty minutes late by that point, not even her. She had been enjoying their conversation so much, she was almost sad to put a halt to it to listen to him play.
But, the set was short, and the top five songs that she had given to him as a joking request were all played for her, right before her eyes. She could hardly believe her luck, not knowing that this was just the tip of the iceberg.
"I'm pretty sure this isn't the greatest place to stay, would you mind showing me around?" He asked once he'd finished packing up his gear, causing the girl to hurriedly pack up her own things and leap to her feet.
"I-I'd love to! There's not much around here, but if you're looking for a place to stay for the night, there's some nicer hotels a little further into the city centre."
"It depends how expensive they are, touring's not really the money maker it used to be, you know?" He laughed as they left the bar, taking a step closer to her to make sure that she was safe down the much darker backstreets.
"Then... if it's okay, you could stay at my place if you wanted? I mean, if you want to, it's just me who lives there so you wouldn't be disturbing anyone, and-"
"I'd love to."
She could barely believe what she had done until she found herself giving her address to a taxi driver, holding the door open for him. Did it look like she had ulterior motives? In the back of her mind, she honestly did, but that wasn't the impression that she was trying to give. She was just trying to show that there was at least still one fan left in the world for him, so there must have been others...
"Thank you for showing your support," he said, taking her hand once they settled into the cab. Even though she wanted to relax, just enjoy the soft touches of someone she had idolised for so long, her libido was flaring. She nervously pulled down at the hem of her short skirt, squeezing her thighs together to try and squash the heat that was building between them.
"It's no prob-" She had turned to face him with a smile, but found her words swallowed by his lips as they pressed roughly onto hers. She held back a groan, taking her free hand and grasping his knee, opening her mouth so their tongues could meet.
The ride felt so much shorter than she'd ever remembered, but it had all just become a blur or hot, passionate making out, with the occasional brush of the hand against his now obviously bulging trousers. She shyly paid the fair, as he managed to scrounge in his back pockets for a tip, leading him out of the car and into her house.
Her lips parted to offer him a drink, but her voice died as his eyes locked onto hers. There was no need for words now, nothing that she could offer him that needed much preface.
She took a fistful of his sweaty t-shirt, pulling his slight figure towards her and kissed him roughly. A few drinks and the comfort of her own home brought her much more dominant sexual side out of her, one that he was happy to run with for a while.
He didn't know where anything in the house was, so was following her lead to the small living room whilst continuing feverish kisses. He stripped himself of the t-shirt, unbuckling his belt and stepping out of his jeans as he watched her pull the tight fitted shirt she had been wearing, unzipping the short mini skirt and rolling down long socks. She had taken her time, long enough that he was stood watching her in only his briefs.
"Sorry, I'm just... I didn't mean to rush you or anything-"
"You need to stop apologising. You have an incredibly enticing body, so watching you remove those clothes that have been teasing me all night was just an even bigger turn on," he smirked, striding over and pushing up her chin so that he could lead her into another kiss. His hands smoothed around her waist and up her back, unhooking her bra before a swift spank of an ass-cheek.
"Fuck," she moaned, biting her lip whilst sliding out of her bra, the large breasts that had been so tightly contained all day resting on his bare chest. Fingernails scraped up her back before his hand cupped one of the bosoms, lips smooching their way down her neck to finish with a bite to her already hardened nipple.
The movements lasted for a while, and Stephanie continued to step back as he knees began to weaken until she hit a wall. Whilst she could still think, she slid off her black and pink hip-hugging panties, since this was the last thing she thought could have happened tonight, finding herself slightly embarrassed by how wet they were.
"Am I everything you expected?" He whispered into her ear, giving the lobe a quick bite.
"More so," she replied, an honest answer despite feeling very light-headed. Everyone had their fantasies about meeting and fucking their idols, and she was one of the lucky ones able to experience it.
"That's a first," he laughed, pulling away from her for a moment to go back to his pants and root through his wallet. Not a particularly passionate, n the moment action, nor one that she would have imagined such an experience rock-star to do, but it was courteous of him at least. The thought of him being at least a little bit kind towards her made her heart swell. "This is what you want, right?"
"Yes!" Her reply came a little too quick, but the two of them managed a small laugh between them. She watched eagerly as he stepped out of his own underwear, the thick penis that had been straining to touch her the whole time they had been french kissing holding shape as he rolled the condom over it. Her throat clenched, teeth nibbled tentivily on her lower lip and eyelashes fluttered as her line of sight didn't change. Every bone in her body wanted that cock in her mouth.
"Go on then," he smirked, making himself comfortable in the situation by taking her shoulders and pushing down on them. "You're gagging for it, aren't you?"
"Yes..." her reply wasn't as quick this time, but the push was hardly necessary for her to fall to her knees. Kisses ran up and down his length as one hand massaged his testicles, just teasing his tip with her other hand before taking it into her mouth. She would have much preferred the slight bitterness of his flesh as she started to suck, taking as much in as she could without gagging, but just hearing his low moans of pleasure as she worked harder was enough to make up for it. | 3 | 0 | 4 |
[PI] I'm falling for the other woman [ff] by /u/redhotlipstik | :( you skimped out on the [ff] part. | 1 | 0 | 10 |
[WP]A couple of ride operators having fun after the amusement park closes. | First nsfw story so bare with me ;)
"Hey idiot!" Jamey yelled out
Rolling her eyes, a black-haired girl looked up from across the park.
"Don't you see I'm working here" she called back dripping with sarcasm. Jermey motioned her over to the ride. It was nearly closing time for the night, and for the summer. Then he'd be back to his shithole college and his shithole life, not that Glendale family fun amusement park wasn't a shithole too. Atleast there was Erin, she was a awkward kind of cute. He had spent plenty of hours thinking about what she hid under her Baggy blue button down, but her sarcastic charm was more then enough to ease the pain of his meager paycheck and terrible working conditions.
Erin had been cleaning out the popcorn machine when he called out to her, and now she was running over with a bag of the leftover stuff.
"What is it retard? You know we are pretty much the last ones here, we should get a gold star or somethin' " she said while tossing a kernel into her mouth.
"Yeah I know, I though we were owed a free ride" he said smiling
Erin shrugged and hoped in seat of the Twirly Wirly. The park wasn't nice enough to have any real dollar coasters, it was more of just carnival that never moved...
Jermey pressed a few buttons and hopped in across from her before the ride picked up to much speed. They sat in silence, smiling secretly at each other as the ride twirled around and changed directions. The old ride creaked a jerked hard. It stopped sending popcorn flying in every direction, and shot Erin into Jeremy's crotch.
"Well shit..." She looked up and smiled at him. Then she reached between her ample breasts and pulled out some popcorn. Laughing she held it up to him.
"Want some?" Jeremy sheepishly smiled back and reaching down stared unbuttoning the top of her work shirt. Erin sat up on his lap and helped him with the rest of her buttons.
*God* it was more then he imagined, his eyes, followed his hands down her neck and breasts, they were supported by a simple black bra, he gave them a quick squeeze and couldn't take his vision away.
"Don't get to excited" she shrugged off the rest of top and softly kissed his neck and nibbled on his ear.
Jeremy let a unexpected moan escape. Focused for more he reached around her back looking for the clasped
*Fuck, it's not there*
Realizing his struggle Erin whispered dumbass and unclasped the front. In slow motion her breasts spilled out in front of him. Grasping each breast, they over flowed from his hands. He leaned down and sucked on one nipple. Erin gasped and grabbed his shoulder.
He couldn't believe this was happening, he expected a kiss, maybe, but never this.
Erin stood up, and started taking off her shorts revealing black Lacey panties that matched her discarded bra laying amongst the popcorn. He quickly reciprocated, hastily taking off his shirt and short leaving only superman boxers
*Goddamn why'd I have to where these today....*
He gazed up at her body, in the light of the surronding sunset the oranges and reds reflected off her flowing black hair and out lined her body *god her body*. Her nipples still stood erect from his touch and he could see goose bumps spread around her body as he pulled her back close.
Kneeling down she reached between his legs, he wasn't quite hard yet but was well on his way. She felt around for a few seconds and grasped his cock over the fabric of his boxers.
"Let's see what you have hiding under here...superman"
"Hmmm... " She said as she pulled out his dick
With out warning he felt her warm lips surround the tip and creep down the shaft with each movement. Her hand working along with it squeezing and rubbing as here warm wet mouth did. He gasped her black hair as she took all of in, each time thrusting his dick into the back of her throat. He did know how much longer he would last. As if she read his mind, she pulled away.
"Holy fuck Erin" he looked deep into her dark blue eyes and held here stare, she wasn't joking around anymore, who knew she was like this...
Focused she took his hands and guided one between her legs and the other on her breast. While he thumbed her hard nipple he moved his fingers along her wet panties, he pulled them aside and ran his fingers along her lips and clit. She was so wet, with each pass of her clit she let out a whimper and soaked his fingers. Jeremy was on the verge of losing control, his mind was dizzy, all he could think about was being inside her, filling her up, making her cum. He slid off his boxers and nearly ripped of her panties.
Erin didn't hesitate. She push him back down onto the seat and wrapped her naked legs around him, her wet pussy pressed up against his cock was to much the bear. Finally they kissed
*Why had it taken so long?*
It was a mess of tongues and grinding and she stilled tasted like the popcorn
Grabbing her firm ass her guided her on his cock. He had never been so hard. He felt the wetness on the tip and slowly found his way inside. She was so tight, he nearly exploded right there. Shocks ran through his body each time she took more of him in. With one thrust penetrated deep, fully pushing his penis inside. Erin screamed and threw her head back. There was not going back now, her eyes where full of hunger, of need. She dug her nails into his back a rode hard and fast. He bit her neck and slapped her ass. She screamed for more. The surge of orgasm between her legs didn't slow here down, she couldn't get enough, her breast were bouncing furiously between them stimulating her nipples, sending her over the edge again. "Fuck! Jeremy!" echoed throughout the deserted park.
That was to much, all of his energy and feeling exploded out of his dick. He throbbed inside her cumming for what felt like ages.
He slumped back and she on top and gently kissed the salty sweat on his neck. She whispered in his ear "not so bad superman, who knew popcorn turned you on that much."
Edit: formatting ect
Really first story online ever, pretty avid reader of dirty stories though... I'd love any criticism :)
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[WP] Aunt Monica | First part of the night...Dinner Time and ride home
I was initially pissed at being put at the end of the table with Aunt Monica. I know my wife wants to be next to her mom, but why did I have to be relegated to the end of the line. But once Auntie started drinking, I laughed at first, and then my eyebrow raised once her hand rested on my thigh.
We were on the end of the table, with an Aunt and uncle that were more senile than with it. So they really didn't pay attention to anything. They couldn't really see her hand on my thigh, but even if they could, they wouldn't notice or care.
And this wasn't just a hand on my thigh next to my knee, it was more than halfway up my thigh, with her fingers far enough "in" on my thing to be pointing down. And with each passing moment I feel her hand moving up my leg, and a bit further in. At first I was alarmed, but then Aunt Monica looked up at me and smiled. She knew exactly what she wanted, and what she was doing.
Her hand moved off my thigh when the conversion turned toward us and she had to join in the conversation for a while. But as soon as everyone stopped including her it was back on my lap. And yes I did say lap, since she was now up far enough to have her fingers on top of my cock. And being as her hand was on me before, I'm already semi hard. Needless to say, with a little time, and some actual rubbing from Monica's hand I was rock hard in no time.
Once I was hard she kept me there, moving her hand off of me to let me relax a bit, but moving her hand back on my cock to make sure it was still hard, and rubbing it some if it had softened any. This went on throughout most of the meal, with my only real break coming when she got up to to go to the bathroom.
Once she returned and sat down, her hand was right back on my cock, but this time it felt a bit different. She looked at me and smiled and move her hand off my cock. I still felt something there so I slowly slid my hand on to of my pants. My eyes widened to feel soft material, smooth, I knew then that it had to panties. My Aunt Monica's panties. The damn saucy minx had gone to the bathroom to take off her panties, and give them to me.
It was then that I looked over toward her. When she had sat down she hadn't pulled the bottom of her dress down as a woman would normally do. So now the hem of her sexy blue dress was no where near where it should be. I think she was actually sitting on the seat with her brae ass touching. And it was riding so far up on top of her legs that all she had to do was part her legs and she'd be letting me see everything.
So I did what any red blooded male would do, I turned the tables and put my hand on her leg. It really wasn't turning the tables that much, since she probably wanted me to do that, but I did it anyway. And soon I had slide my hand up her leg far enough that my fingers were slid down a bit and I could feel the heat from her pussy.
She moved her hand down and placed it on top of my hand and shoved it down. My fingers pressed up against her pussy lips and the were soaked. I rubbed her pussy as much as I could, without being obvious at the table.
I could tell she was getting into it, since she was biting her lip and move her hips slightly. We had to stop suddenly when the conversation came down toward us. My hand slowly slid back toward my body. Well I tried to do that, but Aunt Monica held onto my hand and kept my hand right on her soaked pussy.
She then used the conversation to say that she needed to get going, implying she had a few too many. They all said she should stay, but she insisted she had to go. Then it came up that she had carpooled with my mother-in-law. That's when I finally figured out her plan.
"That's ok, Tyler here can give me a lift home." she said, finally letting go of my hand. I slide it back to my own lap as they talk and it's agreed that I'm driving Aunt Monica home and my wife will stick around and get a ride home from her mother.
I was fine leaving, as my wife's loves to sit around and chat. And they like to drink wine too. And we were in the back room of the restaurant that my mother-in-laws brother owned, so they weren't leaving anytime soon.
We get up and Aunt Monica practically pulled me out of the restaurant by my hand. We get to my car and I open the passenger door for her. She smiles up at me, since she's barely over 5 ft and I'm 6ft tall, and pushes her hands on my crotch to make sure I'm hard, yes I'm still rock hard. She sits down and I shut the door.
I walk around and get in, before I even get the keys in the ignition she turns to me and rests her hand on my crotch and says, "I plan on enjoying this cock many times tonight, first we'll see if I can get you to cum before we make it back to my place.
Her hands went to my pants and undid my belt and she took it off of me and tossed it in the back seat. Then she undid my pants and reached in for my cock. I moved my hips around so that she was able to pull my cock out, you could see the glistening of some precum on the tip from the light of the moon. I put my hand on hers and looked at her, "Let me at least get out of the parking lot first." With that I pulled out of the parking lot and started driving down the street.
They say you shouldn't text and drive, but damn is hard to get a blow job and drive. Monica was amazing, and I drove 20 the whole way to her house. Luckily it was later in the evening and it's all neighborhood driving to her place. So I cold get away with driving slow.
And Aunt Monica was a bit miffed that I didn't blow before we got into her driveway, since she had kept me hard all meal. But I was determined to make it to her place first.
Once I pulled into the driveway I parked and turned of the car and leaned my seat back. She was doing a great job at taking all of me in her mouth, but I wanted her to have access to all my cock. My hand went to the back of her head and I grabbed some hair and helped her bob up and down on my cock faster.
Shortly after that i lost it. I moan out loud and came into the back of her throat, she eagerly swallowed what she could and kept on bobbing her head. She licked me clean and popped her head up. "Lets go in big boy, I'm soaked and it's my turn for pleasure.
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NSFW [WP] Outsourcing anal | There is a story on literotica called Outsourcing exactly like this.
http://www.literotica.com/s/outsourcing | 2 | 0 | 4 |
[WP] 18 year old boy loses his virginity | This was written for the EveryDayKinky flash challenge with an eye on this DirtyWritingPrompt. It is taken from my blog and has been posted to /r/eroticliterature.
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They Need Anna (MF, prost, humour)
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Anna sat cross-legged on the carpet, giggling. “And you wonder why I never told you! You guys are such prudes!”
“Err … we’re not,” I argued, running my agitated hand through my hair as the floozy leant back against the wall. “We just didn’t expect it. It’s a shock.”
“What? Woman makes money through job? Is it really?”
“That job,” my girlfriend snapped. “It’s … wrong!”
“Hey. Prostitution is fine.” The host sighed and held up her wrist. “This watch, a present from a client. I showed him so much in the bedroom and he was so very, very grateful. And …”
“We don’t need to know,” my girlfriend interrupted. “Just keep it to yourself!” I implored Anna to continue, as did our companions. My lady was overruled by the three drunken gentlemen in the room, eager to hear the exploits of the insatiable Anna.
“Look, it’s a tough world out there for guys. Everyone expects them to be sexual masters and they are teased if they don’t have sex or know what to do between the sheets. Women love to gossip about lousy fucks, but no-one wants to show them what to do. They need guidance. They need Anna.”
“So you sell your body!” My disapproving girlfriend folded her arms as she scowled. “Honestly, it’s …”
“I am selling access to my experience and I am providing a service. Just like you pay when you go to see your personal trainer or the physio or your French tutor.” The glaring was acrimonious, the tone of voice unfriendly. “And they need it; eighteen year olds who just want to fuck a hole, pound their little cock into anything that moves and fuck off. I take the raw product and turn them into lovers. Develop their skills and experience so they are fantastic between the sheets.”
“Pah?”
“OK. Take Ryan.”
“Well you already have.”
Anna ignored the barbed comment. “Ryan’s eighteen and he wants to ask out a girl but doesn’t have the confidence so he came to me. He was scared that if they got on and she took him home he wouldn’t know what to do. So we started with massage technique; the blonde-haired Maths student, running his firm, strong hands over my oiled body to awaken my feminine urges and soothe my tired muscles.”
“Then what?” I asked.
“Ahhh, then we moved onto the next stage of foreplay.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously as my girlfriend wriggled uncomfortably. “The smooth kisses caressing softly over soothed skin. The delicate touch and fiery gaze as two lovers kiss, fingers dancing lightly over the genitals. Then the mouth, his mouth. His virgin mouth sliding tenderly over my mons and kissing my crack. I show him my clit.”
“Right, OK. That’s fine. Shall we …”
“Oh yeah,” Anna cried, lost in her story. “Hmmmm. That first time he was an animal, poking and slashing at my sensitive button. The boys always do that, they think they need to treat it roughly so I guide and advise. And he responds, softly swirling his tongue across my clit. And it’s heaven. Every virgin is always sheer heaven as they pleasure a girl for the first time. I love it. He writes me a love letter on my clit as I came. I roared with a climax, every inch of my body trembling as the little virgin drove me to incredible pleasure. And this was no fakery; this was the real deal. These were orgasms to rival Krakatoa.”
“I’m not sure we need to hear …”
EveryDayKinky Flowers“But then, the sex wasn’t so good. I mean, he tried, but he was on a hair trigger and a few moments after sliding into me, he was spewing into his condom. He bought me some flowers to say sorry, but it’s fine. I expected it. So we’re working on that. And the foreplay. And then it’s anal. He’s a hundred times more confident now and is so looking forward to some backdoor fun.”
“Anna,” my lover snapped. “Pur-lease! That’s too much!”
She snorted. “Sometimes I wonder how we are sisters; I’m sure I was adopted. There’s nothing wrong with anal sex.”
“It’s … icky.”
“Your boyfriend didn’t mind it,” Anna taunted and winked at me. “He quite enjoyed it when I showed him … oh, you didn’t know we had a fling when he was younger. He was one of the first guys who gave me their virginity. We had so much fun, and we had complaints because I was so noisy when I came.” She smiled at me. “Didn’t we? Although I could have sworn that classroom next door was empty. Can’t believe I got detention for that! So unfair.”
“Yes, it was,” I muttered, feeling the white heat of my lover glaring at me. I should have mentioned it. But she can’t expect me to remember everything: a two month fling with a girl easily passes from your memory with effortless ease.
Alas, my girlfriend didn’t see it like that.
I might have to buy her some flowers. | 4 | 0 | 5 |
[WP] 18 year old boy loses his virginity | A knock on the window. He looked up.There she was. Tiffany. THe girl he just a few hours ago drunkenly admitted, that he was in love with. And to top it of. He did via facebook. How stupid could I be, he thinks to himself. Without hesitation he jumps out of bed and opens the window, standing there in just his boxers. "I guess I caught a good moment, huh?" she grins, bting her lip. Only know he noticed she had a pierced lip. It turned him on so much. She then looked down on the floor. "Your post..was very cute." she shyly said. I take a step back. "You know. I have no idea how I could repay you. But I think I found something." she continues. Before he could say anything she starts undressing. As she revelas her body bit by bit, I start seeing she is heaviyl tattooed. I have no idea but it terribly turns me on. She has not a single hair on her body. Her pussy is bare, and if my eyes don't trick me she is already wet. She kneels in front of him and pulls down his boxers. To her amazement he is rock hard. She softly starts sucking his dick. He starts moaning which turns her on so much. You could here just the slobbering of Tiffany working with his dick. Without warning he cums into her mouth. She smiles and drinks every drop and then makes his dick hard again by stroking it. She pushes him on the bed and inserts his dick into herself. She starts riding is dick. Forst sloly and then getting faster and faster. She moans so loud, he is afraid she might wake his parents. He doesn't mind though. She manages to make herself cum twice. He, though, doesn't at all. "It's ok. That's normal for the first time." She then gives him a footjob to finish him off, finally he cums. She lies down beside him, smiling at him. "I love you." She whispers as they drift off to sleep. | 2 | 0 | 5 |
[WP] In a world where people are emotion-less and reprodouce only to conceive, a man and woman set out to find love. | It’s 9 o’clock on a cold night. The rhythmic pounding of an emotionless conjugal begins. The sound of flesh making contact with flesh has never sounded so…hollow. 9:08, the rhythm comes to an abrupt end with a single, soulless moan.
John sits on his couch, listening to the automaton of procreation through the thin walls of his apartment. This is where most singles with good careers start out. Then they marry and try to conceive. Once the woman is with child, they move out and get a nice house out in the suburbs. Sometimes he sees them in city again with their child, maybe two. But they show no compassion towards one another, no sign of love or affection. Love is a word that’s been lost here…
It was raining when John couldn’t take the rhythm of utilitarian conception anymore. The streets were mostly empty now, except for the few people that worked the overnight and the restaurants that served them. He walked into a small café and ordered a coffee and a beignet. He sat there listening to the rain beat the tin roof above him and staring out the window as if he would find an answer…
Mary walks the dark street, guided only by the glow of the café ahead of her. In a world that runs like clockwork, she’s always felt like that extra spring that doesn’t quite fit. She knows there’s more out there than this life, but she doesn’t even know where to start looking. The café seems like a good place to stop and think.
She stops under the streetlamp across the street, looking through the windows of the restaurant. The faint yellow glow of its warm fluorescent lights seems familiar to her. Then her gaze meets that of another's. Their eyes lock and, for a brief moment, something unexplainable passes between them.
Mary hurries into the restaurant and slowly finds John’s table. She stands before him like some errant messenger seeking solace with him.
“May I?” she asks softly.
“Please,” he gestures to the chair across from him.
“I’m Mary.”
“John.”
They smile at each other, quickly getting comfortable in one another’s presence. They easily move into a conversation and they talk for hours. They talk of their past and about who they are; where they came from and what they are striving to be. They reassure themselves that their beliefs are strong within the other.
Early morning dawn begins to break through the purple sky. He invites her back to his place and they quietly stroll, hand in hand, against the working crowd. Her porcelain skin contrasts his olive tone. The copper of her head flows like silk while his cropped, dusky hair points out in every direction. They look like complete opposites, but their spirits mirror one another.
He opens the door to his small apartment and Mary feels at home as soon as she walks in. John can barely close the door before Mary pounces on him. Her lips lock themselves onto his and she holds him tight. John doesn’t fight, allowing her to continue. Their hands pull at each other’s clothes. Jackets are tossed aside and fabric is thrown across the room while undergarments are furiously pulled away.
It doesn’t take long before John gets inspired by Mary’s aggressiveness and soon has his erection pushing against her stomach. Mary grips it and strokes him making him quiver in her hand. She leads him to the couch and sits him down, dropping to her knees in front of him.
What starts off as a slow, sensual blowjob leads to the sloppiest head that either of them have been a part of. Mary caresses John’s ballsac as she takes his entire length down her throat. The hand on the back of her head is not letting her up just yet. She gags and drools a bit before he pulls her up by her hair. A string of spit follows her up to her chin.
They lock eyes for a moment before John pushes her face back down. She greedily takes it all again, feeling his manhood pulse in her mouth. She gags again as tears begin to form at the corners of her eyes.
John pulls her off and gets her on the couch. He grabs her ankles, pushing her legs forward, and easily slides into her wet snatch. He drills into her with a passion he hasn’t felt before. She moans out in ecstasy while the couch bangs repeatedly against the wall; John relishing in knowing that his neighbors can hear them.
He slows down for a moment and Mary pulls him down to kiss him; their tongues tangling around their mouths. Her nails dig into his back, her body already feeling like it’s going to explode. Her breathing quickens and she locks her heels around his waist, not wanting him to stop.
John grips the couch beneath them, thrusting harder into her; the sensation of her around him is unlike any pleasure he’s known. His arms wrap around her body and he pulls her up. He sits on the couch to allow her to enjoy herself on top of him; something not of the norm.
Mary smiles as her face hovers above his now. She bounces in his lap, taking all of him into her. John squeezes her ass as he bites down on her nipples. His tongue flicks at the hard nubs, enjoying the taste of her flesh. Mary’s fingers curl up in his hair as she rides him harder. She cries out for him as her body goes rigid for a moment and then explodes on his lap. He doesn’t let her stop as his breathing gets heavier. His hands guide her up and down until he releases himself inside of her. He lets out a deep groan before his head falls onto her chest.
They sleep in each other’s arms with unspoken words, knowing that what they have, no one else does…
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[WP] Middle aged sheriff decides to stop a young woman. | Just flexing my PS muscles a little. Made a cover for this prompt.
[Hello officer.](http://i.imgur.com/pEMlskn.jpg) | 2 | 0 | 3 |
September Contest Prompt! | Staged Kisses
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There was always sniggering; sly cackling from immature students who supposed my class was an easy route to a University degree. The misguided embarrassment of the subject matter triggered many juvenile oafs into bouts of puerile giggling, and the posters on the walls of my lecture theatre were a source of constant amusement.
It was depressing.
But as Professor of Sexology, it was my job to wheedle out the inappropriate students; to remove the immature morons from my class, and then inspire the rest to academic greatness. The first lesson was essential.
This year I had help from Charlotte; she’s a gorgeous, shapely brunette with a cute button nose and a sharp, keen mind. We’d met on her Freshers’ Week in a drunken capacity; she wasn’t my student when we first fucked but she had enrolled before our second evening of lustful exploration.
An adventurous spirit lay beneath her innocent appearance. She was no shy, timid creature but a powerful woman in tune with her sexuality.
She said yes to my idea immediately. Her exhibitionism rampant as she agreed to my crazy, scheming plot. And so, with the first lesson upon me, my new student stood waiting, in the wings of the stage as I called for silence in the lecture theatre; her eyes peeking from behind the floor-length curtain. I saw the velvet fabric billow, bulging around her naked frame.
I loved the shifting nervousness in the room. What did my students expect? They fidgeted impatiently and expectantly. Waiting. Watching. Ready for my lesson and unsure what I would demand of them.
“Observe,” I shouted and clicked my fingers.
It was her cue; Charlotte’s naked appearance caused gasps and jeers; giggling laughter. I’d expected that, but my eyes were transfixed on the swinging hips of the young lady, seductively moving barefoot towards me.
Her eyes focused on me: steely firm with a quivering hint of vulnerability. Seductive. Strong. Sexy. Her lips pouted slightly; a small smile, a knowing grin. She knew what would happen. Her breasts bobbed slightly as she strode: the start of her tempting curves captivating my attention across her silky smooth skin.
Beautiful to look at, so sensual to touch. She exhaled as my hands touched her soft flesh and pulled her into me, cocking my head and planting the first kiss on her lips. She closed her eyes: so peaceful, so erotic.
Her hands grasped my waist as I gently kneaded her buttocks. My tongue swirled against hers. I tasted strawberry moose on her lips; sweet and fruity, just like her. She gave a little nasal whimper as we kissed, holding each other tightly as our tongues explored the mouths of each other.
Sheer heaven. Instinctively my hand wandered, sliding between her legs to press against her moistening crotch. Her lust doubled, she writhed. I was touching her intimately in front of a room of hundreds of her fellow students. I had forgotten about them. In the heat of the moment, it felt too natural and I expected her to pull her body from my grip but she didn’t.
Her hips pressed down on my exploring fingers, her tongue worked my mouth and her hands grasped the back of my body to pull me further and deeper into her chest. She wanted it more and more: wildly groaning, sighing and squealing.
She pulled her lips away: panting and dirtily muttering soft murmurings of excitement as my finger swirled against her arousal. I laid her on her back, lying her onto a wooden table; the eyes of my students transfixed by the lewdness on display. Her legs parted easily as I knelt between them; her gaze shorn with relief as my tongue swirled over her clit.
Her delicious lust filled my nostrils; I could sense the arousal in her slippery loins as my tongue worked gently over her cunt; drawing symbols on her clit that caused her legs to quiver, her pussy to water and the girl to blaspheme.
Charlotte’s body bucked and rocked; my cock rigid and desperate to thrust into the fiery soubrette submitting to my whims. Every slash of my tongue had her squealing, mounting pressure building within.
And then she released it, a delicious flow of heat pulsing through her trembling loins as her cries echoed in the lecture theatre. Her climax came, and kept coming; wave after wave of ecstasy swept through her clammy body as her orgasms relentlessly pounded the young lady.
My lips pressed against her cunt, kissing her sopping hole before I moved my kisses to her inner thigh, watching her dreamy expression over her young mounds.
Slowly, her breathing gently returned to normal. I stood up and pulled her to her feet; her hair ragged and her eyes watery. A smack on her arse as she left my presence promised her more in my office later. She seductively looked over her shoulder as she slinked away from me; she’d be there.
“I want an essay on my desk by tomorrow of what you saw today,” I demanded as the naked woman blew me a kiss from the side of the stage. “No more than 500 words.” And that was it: my lecture was a mere twenty words; I’d said barely nothing before I left. But I showed them something amazing.
However, for many of the students, they would write about a dirty old man eating out a hot woman, akin to a pornographic film plot, and I would fail them. They were not welcome on my course. They had no soul and could not hope to sensibly conduct research to explore human sexual behaviour if they didn’t understand it. But for some, and the students I wanted, they saw tender osculations that stirred the flames of passion, drawing her libido to the surface as two tongues intertwined to create a delicious expression of human sexuality and lust. They saw a celebration of two people, coming together to stir the young minx into a passionate fervour and bring her to a peak of pleasure. And those students would pass the test I’d set.
Although, obviously, Charlotte would be only one with an “A.” | 5 | 0 | 7 |
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