The perfect cócksucker (2)Over the rest of Lisa's sophomore year, Ross and Lisa would "study" twice a week. In fact, their "study" sessions continued long after they no longer had a class together. They never fûcked. In both their minds, that would have counted as cheating on his fiancée. Once or twice, Ross had eaten her pûssy. But mainly, he would go over to her room. They would hang out for a while and then she would suck his cóck.Lisa never had any romantic expectations from their relationship. She just liked hanging out with Ross. And she loved sucking cóck. And not just his cóck. Lisa sucked no less than four cócks each week for at least six months during her second year of college. That number went even higher in her junior year.Kneeling in front of a willing man felt so natural to her. Lisa enjoyed the feeling of a hard dîck in her mouth. It thrilled her and made her pûssy tingle.She relished the creamy texture and taste of jism. Like fine wine, every guy's seed had a uni
The perfect cócksucker (3)She blinked at the note, confused. Then, she looked around the parking lot but did not see anyone who looked suspicious.She crumpled the note and put it in her pocket. After a few days of nothing out of the ordinary happening, Lisa speculated that maybe the note had been put on her windshield as a random prank. After all, the note did not have her name on it. Maybe, it wasn't meant for her. Some teen could have placed it there as a mistake. The hopes about randomness evaporated when Lisa received another handwritten note says later. This one was included with a flower delivery to her office. Her assistant Chase, a cute 22-year-old Latino incapable of growing a decent moustache yet, handed her a long white box, containing a single red rose. The enclosed card read:To the cock-sucking skank,I left on the thorns because I know how much you like pricks. But does Simon know?Lisa frowned. This was serious. Whoever sent the note knew about her past, knew
The perfect cócksucker (4)"Take off your clothes!" She said with a raised voice. Simon looked at his beautiful wife with surprise and asked, "What's gotten into you?""Your dick in about two minutes," she replied.Simon swiftly took off his clothes. Lisa pushed him backwards onto their king-sized bed. She crawled between his legs and inhaled his cóck.When Simon's dick was hard and coated in her saliva, she lied down on her back next to him, spread her legs, and said, "Fûck me."Within minutes, Simon slid his throbbing dîck into her sopping wet cunt. She let out a moan. As Simon began thrusting in and out, Lisa moaned, "Fûck me harder."Simon picked up the pace and force of his strokes. In response, Lisa cried loudly, "Harder!"Again, Simon quickened his pace and increased the force. Still, it was not enough. "Harder!" she yelled.Then, he jackhammered her pussy with all he had. Lisa began screaming "Yes" repeatedly. Simon covered her face with a pillow to muffle the sound, to avoid
The perfect cócksucker (5)The blonde lady broke into a loud, cackling laughter. Lisa narrowed her eyes on her, fuming."Who the hell are you? Tell me why have you been blackmailing me?""Leah Cassandra Turner, but my friends call me Cassie. When we were in college, my fiancé Ross used to cheat on me with you. Do you know how I found out? A couple of months before our wedding, I gave Ross a particularly good blow job. As he came in my mouth, he called out your name. I knew in that instance that you had been blowing him. But I loved him. So, I swallowed my pride, and I swallowed his cûm. I did my best to get over it. But deep down, I knew that he thought your blow jobs were better than mine. He'd rather get one from you than from me. I've had to live with that for more than ten years."Lisa's heart sank. This was not about money. It was not one of the dozens of guys she had fucked or sucked in college.This was a woman who she knew she had wronged."I'm sorry," Lisa said. "When I was d
The perfect cócksucker (6)Lisa heard the faint sound of a door opening and closing but did not have time to pay attention to that distraction. She finally looked up at the face of the man she was blowing.Although she did not remember his name, she remembered that he loved it when she played with his nîpples. She reached up and began to squeeze and twist his nîpples between her thumbs and forefingers as she continued to suck him off.The man whose name Lisa had long since forgotten, assuming she ever really knew it, began bucking his hips, pushing and pulling his love stick in and out of Lisa's mouth. The excitement of everything going on in the room was more than he could handle.He grabbed his cock and began jacking off. Seconds later, he was gushing cûm onto Lisa's face. A glob of semen briefly dangled from the tip of her nose before dripping onto her huge tîts."Five for Lisa!" Ross shouted. Ross then stepped in front of Lisa's cum glazed face. His dîck was already fully erect an
(This story contains themes of dominance, submission, gay séx)At 27 years old and married, I thought all the excitement in my life was behind me, and it was. For three years, I was happily married and had missionary sex once a month. I worked long hours, as did my wife.We had a house and talked about kids. For my entire life, I had been following the normal blueprint that was life, but that all changed when, out of the blue, she left me. Diane, my wife, one day couldn't take it anymore, and, in one blow, she admitted to having an affair with her boss, Jeffrey. She left me that night, and I haven’t seen her since. Just her wardrobe full of clothes was left behind to remind me of her. My name is Anthony. I am 5 foot 9, slim but toned, as I go to the gym at least three times a week. I also have short brunette hair, and although I hated to admit it, I have feminine features with my plump lips, bright blue eyes, long eyelashes, and naturally tanned skin. For months after Diane left
I became gay at the gym (2)We chatted about general stuff that night, although most of it was Wayne asking about me and not revealing much about himselfWhen I got home it was pretty late, but I couldn't shake this tingling feeling, or the fact that my cóck was rock hard.As I got into bed, I knew I was going to have a wank, something I hadn't done for weeks. But when I stroked my four inch cock and closed my eyes, Wayne popped into my head.What the fuck?But even as I tried to distract myself, I couldn't stop thinking about him and eventually gave up on fighting it. I was quickly wanking as I pictured Wayne's big, black body, and then I remembered his hand on my shoulder and wondered what he would feel like to touch.Then I wondered what his cock would look like. If it was anything like his body, then it would be huge and dark black!"Oooh fuck!" I moaned as I covered my chest and stomach in cum as soon as I pictured his cock.That was the first ever time I pictured another man whi
l Became Gay at the gym (3)As I sunk down to my knees, a hint of a smile could be seen on Wayne's dark face."Now, crawl to me." He instructed.I felt stupid being on my knees in my own house, stupid and horny! Which helped guide my body to slowly crawl to Wayne until I was between his legs.I can't believe I'm actually about to do this with a man.From between his legs, I looked at his crotch and then his eyes."Take it out." He instructed, keeping his strong arms on the back of the sofa.My own hands were physically shaking as I reached for his shorts. My fingers fumbled about with his waistband until I got a proper hold of them. I could see the outline of a cock in his shorts which filled me with excitement and nerves.Then Wayne lifted his ass from the sofa, and I began to pull his shorts down. As they got lower, I first was greeted with his thick, black pubic hair.I pulled further and saw the base of his shaft... he was so thick!His cock was pointing down, and I kept pulling a
(This is a is a story about mom-son incest sex, so if you don't like the idea, please stop reading.)I couldn't believe that the woman I always loved and cherished, whom I always had a crush on, my mother, would turn into nothing but a submissive pet, a sex-loving slut who would do anything to please me.I guess it had been simmering a long time, but it all got real about a week before my nineteenth birthday. That magical morning, I woke up late around 8. As usual, walked out of the bedroom into the living room wearing just the boxers I had been sleeping in, and saw Mom doing dishes in kitchen. She was wearing her silk sleeveless mid-thigh nightie with plastic straps on her shoulders and an apron on top of it.I stared at her curvy huge ass for a moment. I had usually tried to avoid staring at my mother, since her hot body always used to tweak forbidden thoughts in my mind. I felt afraid she'll see me staring, and I noticed countless times, she could read my mind, tell me what I'm thi
The train ride to work (3)"Sometimes, it's like you don't even want this.""You know I want this, Marnie. You know I do." Daniel's voice was low, insistent, as he pulled her tighter against him, driving himself in to the hilt. There was no light now, just the heady scent of sex wrapping around them like a blanket. No judgment in the dark. Just breath, motion, and the heat between them."I got stuck on the train," he murmured, hips flexing. "I'll be as quick as I can."She was already teasing, fingers gently cupping his balls, her touch slow and deliberate. The silence let their bodies speak, and with a final swipe of his thumb across the screen, he ended the call. His hand moved with purpose, slipping beneath her dress. Her breath hitched audibly.She leaned back against him, pulling his other hand toward her chest. The sheer mesh of her dress left nothing to the imagination. No bra. Her nipples were right there, begging for touch. He obliged.One hand between her thighs, the other c
The train ride to work (2)---She let out a soft, mischievous laugh as she took the bottle back, shifting slightly on his lap, the movement a deliberate tease that made his breath hitch. Her thighs brushed against his, slow and confident, and then—she dropped the lid between them, letting it fall right into the narrow gap she’d just created.“Oops,” she said, voice low and syrupy. Her hand trailed from the center of his chest, slow and deliberate, down past his ribs and belly, until it hovered right over his lap. She lingered there, fingers pretending to search for the missing lid, but the way she moved told a different story. His hips twitched involuntarily as her palm finally closed around the hard length straining beneath his trousers.He groaned, the sound strangled and soft, only audible because she was so close. The vibrator was still going—strategically placed, relentless. Each pulse pushed him closer to the edge. One more minute of this and he was done for. He couldn’t let th
Daniel sat on the busy train pretending to read the overly large newspaper he had bought to cover his straining erection. He couldn't concentrate on anything.When his girlfriend had come home with the prostate vibrator, he had no intention of ever using it. But after the delirium of naked bodies that had visited in his dreams, he'd woken up horny and very interested in the toy. It had taken several attempts and a metric shit tonne of lube to get it up there, and even then, he didn't dare turn it on.He had planned to wait until he got to the office, bagsie the solo office, lock his door and see what happened when he turned it on. Imagine his surprise when he made it to the tube, crammed himself down between two large men and, buzz. Silent, but there. Slow, low, and oh so very tantalising.There was no choice to stand up, he'd been so hard with every single movement of the vibrator as he walked, it didn't even need to be on to turn him on. Now, on the busy train with the dull vibratio
First Taste of Cum (2)"God, yes, oh God, please.""I will, baby, I will now. I will fuck myself with your cock, and then you will squirt hot, thick cum into me—the same cum that you will be eating very soon. Say it!""It... it will be the same hot, thick cum that I will suck out of your cunt. I will. Please make me—make me want it—please feed it to me. Feed me my thick, hot cum."She groaned as she fed my cock into her all the way, then out again. She leaned forward and began to fuck me hard. Her vagina was like a wet, slippery, hot piston, fucking me deeply. I couldn't hold back—I couldn't hold out if I wanted to. I felt my orgasm coming up from deep down. "Ughhh, I'm going to cum, I'm going to shoot my cum!""Oh, baby, shoot your hot juice cum in me. Squirt the cum that you're going to eat. Say it—say it again.""Yes, oh yes, I'm going to eat it... uhhhh, eat it all..." I began to spasm and squirt and shoot hot cum deep into her vagina—many jolts of cum. My body jerked with a whole
She straddled my legs and leaned forward. Her breasts hung over my stomach. She swayed from side to side and her breasts gently smacked my hardened cock. She stroked my hardness with her nipples. I groaned and moaned my pleasure.Drops of pre-cum fluid formed. She smeared my pre-cum with her nipples, back and forth. "Mmmm I love your slick pre-cum on my nipples, do you? Do you love how it feels? Do you love your slick pre-cum on my hard nipples?""Yes, oh yes I do""Do you want to lick the pre-cum off my nipples, do you want to do that?"" Yes I want that." I said quivering.She rubbed her nipples all over my dripping wetness, then she crawled up and hung her tits over my face."Do you want to lick it now? Say it.""Yes I want to taste it, I want to taste my pre-cum from your hard nipples." I said as her wet glistening nipple hung over my face."Say please, let me taste my pre-cum.""Please, let me taste my pre-cum.""Very well, you may," she said as she lowered her hot wet nipple to
Fucking My Wife’s Best Friend (4)“Mmmmmm,” she purred.We stood there, frozen, letting my cock slip out naturally, slick and warm from our forbidden encounter.Josie bent down, grabbing her robe and casually wrapping it around her. The thick scent of sex hit me like a wall—raw, undeniable. I glanced down to see my cock glistening with our mixed fluids. Just as I looked toward the shower, Josie placed a hand on the door handle.“Ah, ah, ah,” she teased with a wicked smile. “No showering, Kev. I want you to smell me all night… dream of fucking me again.”This girl had serious issues.Panic bloomed in my chest. The scent was strong—too strong. What if Kelsie picked up on it? But I didn’t have a choice. Josie twisted the knob.“What about you?” I whispered, remembering the load I’d just pumped into her.She smirked. “Tony was begging to eat me out earlier. Maybe I’ll wake him and give him what he wants.” She winked.And just like that, she stepped out, not even checking the hallway. I wa
Fucking my wife's bestfriend (3)Josie's expression didn't change—that sly grin was still planted on her face. She continued to look at me with that sexy smile, and this time, she whispered."Put it in, or I'll tell him to come in." She warned. She wouldn't, I thought to myself.There was another knock, and I shot a glance at Josie, shaking my head slowly, hoping to call her bluff.Yet, she simply raised an eyebrow at me and waited.God, damn it!I didn't see a way out of it. If either Tony or my wife caught us in here, there was no way I would be able to talk my way out of it. Even if I were able to convince them she initiated it, it was unlikely they would believe I even resisted Josie's charms. I reached down and grabbed my shaft. Then, I carefully placed the head of my cock against her wet lips. I looked up and locked eyes with her again, as if giving her one last chance to call this off. Suddenly, she gave me a quick wink, then with her legs still wrapped around my waist rough
Fucking My wife's bestfriend (2)*******"Who is it?" I asked, startled."It's me. Let me in," Came the faint whisper outside the door.Great, I thought, Kelsie is going to be sick. So much for finding a quiet place to jerk off.I pulled my boxers back on and crossed to open the door, my hard cock jutting out the front of my underwear. I turned the knob softly and pulled it open, stepping back to let her in. Instead of my wife, Josie stepped through the door and quickly closed it behind her. I instinctively took several steps backward, before banging into the wall behind me. She locked the door and turned to face me, smiling slyly."Whoa, whoa, what are you doing, Josie?" I asked with panic in my voice.She was wearing a white silk bathrobe that stopped just above her knees. The top folds were opened wide enough to leave little to the imagination."What am I doing?" she asked playfully, and just a little too loud. "More like what are YOU doing?"I saw her eyes glance down at my boxers