Naked Pussy Roadtrip
- 3 years ago
- 16
- 0
The excitement any new homeowner feels when they buy their first rung on the property ladder is almost indescribable. When the months of searching the property market, followed by the stressful shenanigans of estate agents and mortgage advisers, while negotiating endless amounts of legal red tape, ends with a front door key, there is huge relief. I was there. Five months of uninterrupted frustration and costs to purchase a property, but finally, I had my own home. I had bought the flat, just outside Manchester's city centre, with my gay twin brother, and the flat had fantastic views over the railway line and dual-carriageway. It was however, our home.
We met the occupants of the only other property on the third floor a day later. An innocent-looking blonde knocked on our front door with a parcel; we had been out when our new toaster had been delivered and she had accepted the delivery on our behalf.
For the first month, she took almost all of our deliveries. The svelte beauty with long, fair hair would always knock on our door, moments after one of us arrived home, whilst wearing deliciously abbreviated shorts and a devilishly innocent grin, before providing us with our package.
Sometimes, we saw her with her flatmate, a big-chested, plump girl in a nurse-type uniform, but most of the time the lithe blonde was on her own. A few weeks after we moved in, we hosted a "flat-warming" and our new neighbours met our friends and colleagues. They were sociable, got inebriated and were the last of our guests to leave.
Felicity, our ever-reliable receiver of parcels, was in "media." Her flatmate snorted when she said this but I never thought too much of the cheeky grin and a wry smile that accompanied her admission. Lucy was a night-time carer and worked a twelve-hour day helping the infirm and elderly live their lives independently.
From that point, all four of us became good friends; my twin brother and I helped them decorate their lounge, and we took turns at entertaining at each other's flat.
The turning point in our friendship came after a few months. It was a late Saturday night and my brother was on the town, probably in either the gutter or the gay sauna, celebrating a colleague's birthday. I was busy beating up zombies on my games console when I heard a frantic knock at the door.
Felicity stood, wearing just a near-transparent nightie, breathlessly panting. "My radiator's leaking all over the place," she cried. "Can you stop it?" I grabbed my toolbox from our cupboard, locked my front door and followed her into the flat. She bit her lip as she stood by her bedroom. "I may need to explain something afterwards," she admitted.
I shrugged as she opened the door to their "spare bedroom" to reveal a large double bed, which had three cameras, four photographic flood lights mounted onto tripods, and a computer in the corner. "Oh..." I muttered, glancing at the bed to see more sex toys than a branch of Ann Summers on the bed. Mounted on the wall was a radiator, gushing water from a broken pipe at the base of the three foot metal object, and draining into an overflowing washing-up bowl.
It took twenty minutes to reattach the pipe; Felicity sat on the end of the bed as I worked to repair the damage. I could see up her nightie with ease although her effortless exhibitionism did not cause her any embarrassment or concern.
The following day, with the events of the previous night feeling like a dream, Felicity visited me to explain. Her job in "media" was actually a job in "pornography." She made her money by performing late-night sex shows and starred in scenes twice a month at a local pornographic studio. When I was fixing her radiator, she had a co-star from the University hiding in her bedroom while dressed as a Gladiator.
Living next door to, and being good friends with, a porn star was a great story, but she always laughed when I jokingly offered to give her a hand if she needed it, and although we never saw her working, she was candid about her work when it came up.
Felicity was never rich; she had a lot more money than her best friend, and flatmate, but the idea that she got paid thousands each week was a fallacy. She said she loved doing anal and fetish scenes at the Mancunian studio, not because she enjoyed them, but because it would double or treble her take-home salary for the month.
At the end of the summer, my brother and I had made arrangements to go to London. He was flying out from Heathrow with his mates to a Mediterranean beach to find some sun, lots of Sangria and he hoped, some cock. I was taking in a football match and seeing old friends in the capital city. Felicity asked if she could hitch a lift with Lucy, in the back of my car. The trains were astronomically priced and all travel options on the Bank Holiday were fully booked or outside her budget. Especially, at such short notice.
"Where are you going?" I asked her, over a glass of wine.
She giggled, held out her hands and then smiled. "I've got an offer to have a big part in a film," she said.
"A big part?"
"Oh yeah, that's a big part. There's four of those. But I'm also a big part. The director who's filming it used to work with me in the studio, and one of the two leading ladies has dropped out so they have offered me the part if I can do it next week. It's not massive money, but it gets me the role I want." I raised my eyebrows at her. "It's going on DVD release so tens of thousands will watch me, or hundreds of thousands rather than just hundreds of..."
"Wankers?"
"People," she corrected me. "But I need to be in London for Saturday. They're doing promo shots on Sunday then a week of filming at two locations. Near Heathrow. Lucy's coming down too, she's always wanted to attend a filming."
"Me too!"
She grunted in response. "Well, perhaps..."
"Why does Lucy get to watch you and your other friends don't?" She blushed as I spoke and looked blankly at me. "I understand you can't have a crowd there, but just one day, let me see you. I'll be on my best behaviour. And I've always wanted to watch a porn film be shot."
"It's more boring than you think."
"I'm sure it is, but that doesn't change a damn thing. Men like porn. I don't have the body or the dick to be a star, but in the audience, I'll take that all day long!" Although I moaned that I was not going to accompany her to the studio, I would never have refused Felicity and Lucy a lift with us on Friday after work; they were our friends, and I had already warned my brother he would have to restrict the amount of duty-free he was bringing back from Spain, as his additional luggage wouldn't fit in the car coming back.
Felicity knocked on my door at 2 am, panting and breathless. "Okay, I'll do you a deal," she cried; I ogled her in a transparent, sheer nightdress which showed all of her delicious assets and stopped below her hairless mons. "Someone has given me a challenge. If I accept it, I've got to travel down to London in the back of your car, wearing a remote control sex toy and streaming it across my phone. When I get tipped money, it sets off my toy. And when I orgasm, I have to remove an item of clothing. That'll be me working, and you will be seeing it."
"I'll be driving, I can't watch you in the rear-view mirror. We'll crash."
She pouted. "But..."
"How about, if you are naked by the time we get to the hotel, I get to watch you at the studios?" She rolled her eyes, and gestured with her hands, which lifted her nightdress up further.
"If I come while naked, you can watch me."
"Okay, and only three items of clothing!"
She tutted, but a smirk came over her face, and she nodded. "Four, and you're on!" She held her hand out for me to shake, which aided the uplifting of her flimsy attire
We left our Mancunian home in the mid-afternoon; I agreed with my brother we would share the driving before telling him about the bet I had with Felicity. She brought two battery packs to sustain the tablet-cum-computer, mobile data hotspot and webcam, which she clipped to the headrest of the driver. She signed in to the live-streaming adult website and then spoke directly into the camera.
"Hi. Miss Scarlet here. I'm here doing a road trip to London. My Lush is in and for every orgasm you guys give me I've got to remove an item of clothing. There's three people in the car with me, my best friends, and they've never seen me come before. Each coin gives me a five second blast of my Lush and for ten coins, you get to control my vibe for a minute. That is the only thing that will get me off, so if you want to see me naked and want to see my come, what the fuck are you guys waiting for?"
She gave a flirty smile, winked at me in the rear-view mirror and I pulled into the rush hour traffic.
It was weird with her in the car doing her performance; nobody in the car spoke about our personal lives, as we were aware that our conversation was being beamed out on the Internet, and I kept stealing glances at Felicity and Lucy in the back seat. The rumbling noise of her vibe kept interrupting our innate chatter.
Felicity winked at me in her short black dress that didn't even cover her arms and finished a few inches below her waist. She beamed at the camera, blowing kisses at me and her plethora of wanking fans. Every few minutes, she'd stop speaking, and take a few deep breaths, holding onto the armrest and panting loudly.
"Who's got control?" She squealed in earnest, squirming in the seat as the vibrations coursed violently through her body. "You should see the size of my wet spot! I can feel it on my towel!" My cock strained in my shorts; every time the sex toy burst into action we all fell silent and watched the writhing mass of sensuality in the seat behind the passenger.
It was tough concentrating on my driving as the beautiful blonde-haired minx was being brought towards orgasm by the men and women of the Internet. All they needed was a few coins for Felicity's pornography site, to control the vibrations in her cunt; they didn't even need to be in the same country, or continent.
"Holy fuck!" Felicity squealed for the third time in five minutes. She bucked her hips and ground her body into the seat, leaning forward in her seat and panting directly into the camera. I could see up her hosiery and stockinged legs, catching the tiniest triangle of fabric over her mons. "Holy fuck guys, which one of you has had control of my sex. I will come. I'm going to..."
But she didn't. The sadist at the end of the Internet connection stopped her sensations just before her orgasm, not once or twice but a dozen times. As we motored down the M6 and through the roadworks, they took her to the very edge of her febrile peak; she groaned and screamed in ecstasy before being cruelly denied. Tears tumbled from her cheeks in frustration. Her sex itched with desire but only her remote control vibrator could bring her to orgasm.
"Please," she begged into her camera; Felicity implored, broadcasting her desperate pleas to the world as the user who had paid hundreds of coins to torment and tease her, seized control once more and brought her to the tipping point again.
"Service station in five," I called out. "It's the midway point." Felicity was in agony; her body abused by its own lust for almost two hours. How I had managed not to crash the car was a mystery.
"Okay guys, I'm taking a break in five. Please bring me to my orgasm. Please make me come," she beseeched her paying viewers, holding her hands together and shamelessly begging. Her cherub-like face lit up when the vibrator burst into life. She rocked her hips forwards and groaned. "Oh yeah, c'mon," she mewled loudly, gripping the door as her mystery sadist took her closer and closer to orgasm.
And then he stopped. The vibrations ceased and her crotch fell silent. Felicity shrieked with disgust. "You bastard!" She cried. "You fucking bastard!"
Moments later, we stopped at the Midlands services to have refreshments and use the facilities; Lucy had to watch her friend in the toilets, such was the belief she would use her fingers to finish what her mystery cam-friend would not. While I enjoyed the desperation in Felicity's body and the frustration she felt, I wanted to see her perform at the studio and this wouldn't happen unless she orgasmed a few times in my car.
The second half of the journey, I sat in the back seat; Lucy gave me a wry smile as my brother took the keys and Felicity sat next to me with rolling eyes. "That was torture, guys," she moaned at the camera and the travellers in the car. "You know I love to come. I lose clothes when I come. Now don't you want to see that?"
It occurred to me that every single time Felicity performed on camera for her legion of fans, she was in control; she directed her toys and her partners, and she decided when she would and wouldn't work. This time, she wasn't orchestrating the vibrations or the orgasms and it was torturing her. Before we had left the car park, the vibrations started once more. She squealed in shock; the sound was louder.
"Did you change your vibe?" I asked.
"Had... too!" She panted. "Battery! Oh, that's good. That's right on the... oh fuck!"
I picked up the tablet to look at the chat window: there were hundreds of viewers watching my writhing neighbour squealing and panting in the adjacent seat. She grasped the thin, black material of her dress and mewed, groaning with increasing intensity. She pushed down in her seat and clenched her fists as her body shook and she omitted a vocal cry.
Her legs quivered, she closed her eyes as she threw her head back and rode out the first of her orgasms. The vibrations stopped.
Felicity took a few breaths and nodded towards the camera. "Nice one, guys." My cock burned; I desperately wanted to touch it as the fresh-faced woman put her hands underneath her dress and struggled to remove it through the seatbelt.
The lithe woman sat in her sheer black stockings, held up by her stylish lacy garter belt, a tiny triangle of noir silk fabric that made up her thong and a delicate midnight black lacy bra. She looked so graceful and classy.
"That's five-hundred-and-sixty-four-coins you've raised," I told her. She did some mental maths and smiled.
"And guys, the more you make me squirm, the more clothes I lose."
Her comments triggered the buzz of her vibrator; she spread her legs slightly; her thighs no longer constrained by the tight black dress and the buzz of her sex toy became considerably more audible.
It droned, coming in waves as the controller of the object drew patterns on her cunt with their mouse. I watched the cam on the tablet and in person as Felicity groaned and squealed, breathing frantically, as they controlled her body from afar. A mystery man, a secret woman; all taking her closer and closer to the apex of her lust.
I noticed the car slow; the sea of red brake lights ahead showed we were among the legendary traffic jams of Birmingham. Felicity didn't react. The exhibitionist was oblivious to the world around her; she cared not a thing except for the orgasms her body was chasing.
Three hours since she started, twenty minutes since her last, her sex was aching for another release. She groaned again. Her legs shook and quivered. She bucked her hips, leaning back in the seat and thrusting her legs forward to grind her taint against the towel and the seat.
The camera got a wonderful view of her impending orgasm; two guys in a white pickup truck which had stopped next to us got a better one.
She cried out; her body shaking with orgasmic energy as a thousand vibrations radiated from her pussy and engulfed her body with a powerful climax. She yelled and squealed, gripping the edge of her seat. Her body convulsed; her cries filled the car, punctuated with hollering and car horns from the truck adjacent.
Felicity slumped in her seat, smiled at the camera and unclipped her garter belt. She rolled her stockings down her legs and left them on the floor. She looked exhausted.
The attention she had from the men in the truck caused her to give them a little wave and she nodded at the camera. "Is that the best you've got?"
Fortunately for my neighbour, the car moved shortly afterwards; the initial flurry of coins being spent on her vibrator eased as we drove past Warwick and motored towards Oxford. I worried I might lose my bet when she sat bolt upright and gasped. She swore, gulped and threw her head back. The motor on the vibrator was relentless, filling the car with a loud hum. And it never stopped.
Not after a minute, or two, or three. The controller had paid his coins, and he was monopolising Felicity's sex toy; he wanted her to climax. She gulped and held onto the door handle; she pushed her body into the towel and placed her bare feet on the back of the front seat, either side of the camera.
Her fingers touched her silky black thong. Felicity ground her hips deep into the car, squealing, groaning and howling with rampant abandon. She begged for a release; tears rolling down her cheek as she made impassioned pleas to her fans. They responded; her body thrashed with desire as her patrons dragged her body into a writhing orgasm. She filled our car with squeals and cries as waves of sexual ecstasy cascaded through her body, leaving her flushed.
"That was good guys, very good!"
She leaned forward to unclip her bra, dropping it in front of the camera. Topless, she got more beeps of the horn from passing cars, but Felicity was oblivious to the attention; immune to the reaction of her exhibitionism.
She sweetly smiled at the camera, blowing kisses and the near-naked girl spoke directly to the viewers. "Only thirty minutes to our destination," she lied with a wink. "You better hope that someone has the coins to bring me..." She jerked forward as the motor burst into life. She ran her hands over my tented shorts and gripped my cock through the cotton material.
My arousal sparked; a teasing for three hours from her games that had caused my dick to barely subside in excitement. Her groans were an aphrodisiac; her lustful fervour drawing all my attention. She gasped as the sex toy continued, vibrating with loud sweeping hums against her sensitive cunt.
She pushed her head back, burying her face in her hands as her body bucked and the delicious excitement reached fever pitch. "Fuck, oh fuck, it's fuck, fuck..." Her language left us in no doubt that the squirming woman was hitting the peak of her arousal. Her body tensed, and her legs quivered as her unmistakable squeals filled the car.
She panted, desperate to get her breath. Felicity discarded her thin black thong with a devilish smile, and she leant back on the towel - now naked.
We were close to our destination; just a few miles inside London's orbital ring road. "Do you think I will come again?" She asked with flushed cheeks.
I ogled her flawless body and nodded, running my hands over her thighs and onto her sopping wet clit. My fingers danced over her cleave; I wanted to bury my face in her slippery cunt and run my tongue over her sensitive nub. She groaned as my fingers found her engorged button.
"That's. Cheating."
I said nothing; I rolled my fingers gently around her crotch, salivating with passionate delight. The desperate woman writhed, feeling every delicious touch of her sensitive flesh. Felicity panted with every swirl of my finger and gasped with every sparkle of ardent fever radiating from her pussy.
She had teased me for hours. For four hours I had wanted to touch her, to tease her, to play with her. It had been torture as faceless men had used the unseen sex toys to bring her pleasure. Now it was my turn.
The vibrator burst into life. She gripped my cock through my shorts and tried to stroke it as she panted and gasped. We were no longer on the motorway, and I saw our hotel in the distance. I flicked her bean with my finger and caressed her soft, succulent breast with my other hand. She closed her eyes, panting and gasping. Desperately holding onto her orgasm.
She knew how close we were. Victory was within sight. The intensity on the vibrator increased; she bit her lip as her body convulsed. Her entire torso shook and her thighs shuddered.
"We're here," Lucy announced as we pulled into the far side of the hotel car park.
Felicity erupted; her body thrashed against the seatbelt with loud, desperate squeals and profanity-laden cries. The peaks never stopped coming; one orgasm met another and another; each one drowning out the hum of the vibrator. She clasped her cunt with the fourth, removing the quivering sex toy and breathlessly panting at the camera. "Okay. I'm. Done." She puffed, gesturing for me to stop the streaming on the tablet.
"I guess, we get to go to see you tomorrow," I told her as I passed her the tablet. She glanced at her new balance and her smile broadened further. "Working your ass off!"
"Yeah," she muttered. "Yeah, you can come." She glanced at Lucy and then at me. "And if you've got a couple of hours to help me freshen up. In my hotel room. Please."
She opened the car door and stepped out in the car park, scooping up her clothing from the footwell. "Are you getting dressed?" I asked
"Why?" She replied, and walked across the car park towards our hotel, totally naked.
Here’s a little something I came up with while I was on my way home from a trip to Texas. All characters are at least 18 years of age. “No! Your parents will see us!” She pleaded as I ran my hand up her thigh, dangerously close to her silk-covered pussy. “It’ll be fine, baby. The middle seat will give us plenty of cover. They won’t even know what’s going on back here unless you give it away,” I replied, running my pinky over the flimsy material that covered her pussy. “Baby, no…” she...
You are John Doe. You have become bored with your life and your job. You seek adventure and excitement. Your uncle Jim dies unexpectedly. He was always kind to you and told you to get out into the world. He had always been a free spirit. He told you stories about the days of his youth of travelling around drinking, fighting and fucking moving on to the next town and doing it all again. He always said you inherited his sense of adventure and probably his big dick too. In his will he leaves you...
nother good day. The sun was shining brightly. Not a cloud in the sky, and very warm. So why was I so unhappy? A few reasons, actually. One being quite obvious. My husband of twenty-four years ran off with another woman. That didn't help. I'm suffering from empty nest syndrome as well. No, not both my c***dren have left. My oldest is in-between his sophomore and Junior year at college. But this summer he took an internship in Denver. That left me and my other c***d Carla here all alone in our...
I suggest to John that we go on a road trip to where ever. I go into our bedroom and pack a bag, just in case we decide to stay somewhere. I had bought a new butt plug and had inserted it deep into my tight ass. John comes in to add something to the bag and doesn't tell me what it is. He grabbed the clothes that was laying next to the bag and tells me to hurry it up. I yelled out telling him I will be ready in a couple of minutes.I finished putting on my mini skirt, a white button down shirt...
I returned to work and to seeing my clients when I got back from Jamaica, but after about 3 or 4 weeks of very rarely seeing Mikey, I began spending more of my free time with Shawn again. He decided to take me on a vacation of his own and we drove in my car to the neighborhood in which he was raised, Philadelphia. His family still lived in the d**g infested part of town and we spent most of our time lying around the ramshackle housing project in which his cousin Jeffrey lived. Jeffrey was the...
Here's a little something I came up with while I was on my way home from a trip to Texas. All characters are at least 18 years of age. “No! Your parents will see us!” She pleaded as I ran my hand up her thigh, dangerously close to her silk-covered pussy. “It’ll be fine, baby. The middle seat will give us plenty of cover. They won’t even know what’s going on back here unless you give it away,” I replied, running my pinky over the flimsy material that covered her pussy. “Baby, no…” she warned,...
ReluctanceI have always had a crush towards my cousin sis, B, who is 19 years of age as of now. She’s very cute, just like a doll, stands at 5 feet, and a bit chubby. We are just 6 years apart in age, and we always have had a very good relationship, just like friends. I have tried many times to seduce her, but she never encourages me, so I never try too hard, just because that I don’t want her to force anything to her. She’s really very close to my heart. Last year B finished her high school, and got...
IncestDave and Jennifer's father Ron were headed for Charlestown where Dave had a golf date with Ann's father. Neither were saying much. Dave stared at the hypnotizing wipers moving back and forth across Ron's windshield. Dave hoped the rain would stop before they reached Charlestown. They had been driving for thirty minutes and were nearing the bridge. The six o'clock start was slightly earlier than Dave was used to so he was slightly tired even without the wipers making him more drowsy. For...
It was the middle of winter when we finally found time to visit her best friend out in the country. As it was dry with no salt on the road I thought I would take my classic Mercedes W108, dark green with brown leather seats, completely original including it's problems. I had been looking forward to doing some serious miles in it, but she had been in one of her headstrong moods the night before and was convinced she was going to drive, despite not even owning a car at the moment. "You always...
It had been a long trip for her and it had only been 2 hours since there last stop. Jamie sat in the passenger seat watching her boyfriend Jeremy drive. The summer air was so hot, and the air-conditioner of the piece of shit ford had never been much good. They were trying everything to stay cool. Jaime sat there in a pair of too short, cut off levi's with her T-shirt thrown in the back. Jeremy paid little attention to the fact that she was in her bra. He was too busy driving and too damn hot to...
EroticAN IDEA FORMS ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ When I was in college, a friend of mine, who had studied psychology, was talking to me about conditioned responses and he shared with me a lesser known story about Pavolv. In short the story was.... Like many scientists of his day, Pavlov had a wealthy benefactor who supported his research. Pavlov entered into a sexual relationship with the wife of his benefactor and every time she came, he...
A few months ago we made an otherwise boring journey into London into an orgasmic pleasure. Let me explain a bit. We live about an hour from London by train; it’s one of those trains that stops every few minutes at each station along the route.My outfit for the day was just a pair of boots a coat and a smile. Other than that I was naked. I left the house like this and was going to be naked under my coat all day in London. We didn’t have any backup clothes for me to wear. This was it!We walked...
ExhibitionismHello i m Meeta, 47 years old working lady. I’m from a small town in West Bengal, few kms from Kolkata. I’m posted there. I live there with my family. My figure is 40d-32-38 so i m quite big and curvy with fair color, huge breasts, big pot shaped belly and round curvy lifted bubble ass. Because of these features men and boys always hit on me or stare at me with lusty eyes. I’m sexy and i wear both modern wear as well as traditional wear. I’m just writing this incident to write about my sexual...
Hello i m Meeta, 47 years old working lady. I’m from a small town in West Bengal, few kms from Kolkata. I’m posted there. I live there with my family. My figure is 40d-32-38 so i m quite big and curvy with fair color, huge breasts, big pot shaped belly and round curvy lifted bubble ass. Because of these features men and boys always hit on me or stare at me with lusty eyes. I’m sexy and i wear both modern wear as well as traditional wear. I’m just writing this incident to write about my sexual...
IncestWelcome to the first ever, though hopefully not only, Orgasmic Challenge tournament. Celebrities and characters have gathered from all over the world to compete in this incredible opportunity. These will be the most important fight ever held for most of the participants, however there is one unique rule, to win you must make your opponent cum. As you will notice there are four arena's here. In each one we will find one person to be the best sexual competitor in their field. In the first arena...
Hey readers, welcome! This is my true experience with Manu on her Bachelorette that was planned by my sister and her friends. I am from Karnataka and I work in Delhi. I own a flat in Greater Noida and I live alone there, as sometimes my parents accompany me for a few months or my friends on weekends. My sister and her friends had planned a bachelorette for Manu in June as in July she was getting married. So they planned to visit Manali in June first week. My sister asked me to arrange...
Note : this story is completely fictional! Yokir was going crazy, it had been nearly two days since her last orgasm, and if she didn't get one in a hurry she would lose her mind! Even though she was only an eighteen year old junior in high school, Yokir had been having regular orgasms for over two years, and once you start, it's like potato chips, you can't eat just one!!! She picked up the phone and hurriedly dialed Kelvin Webster's number, and said out loud, "Please be home Kelvin, please be...
Incest“It’s not fucking fair,” is it?In every major - and even not so major - city, men can go to any number of massage parlors and get their cocks worked along with their backs and legs and arms. Why is it that women can’t get the same thing? The experience of an amazing, full body massage that then turns erotic and ends with an explosive, earth-shaking orgasm?It’s definitely unfair. It’s why you need me, actually. It’s why you need me to take you by the hand and lead you into a softly lit room with...
Straight SexA powerful and potentially dangerous magic spell is uncovered, it holds the vast power over the human body, allowing those who utter it's words to manipulate their own body into any form be it person or object. Allowing them to become whomever or whatever they desire. All they need do is picture the person or object of their desire as the achieve their next orgasms, after having spoken the words. The spell could of been used for good, it could of been used to allow people to better themselves...
It started as one of those days where nothing went right. From the moment my alarm clock jarred me awake at 6:00am (damn that broken snooze button), to narrowly missing the train to campus, I knew I should have just skipped classes. Unfortunately, I wasn’t given a choice as it was the first day of spring semester. If I was going to be out, I needed a damn good reason. Since I didn’t have one, well off to class I went. At about 10am, I battle the wave of academic humanity to attend my Organic...
It started as one of those days where nothing went right. From the moment my alarm clock jarred me awake at 6:00am (damn that broken snooze button), to narrowly missing the train to campus, I knew I should have just skipped classes. Unfortunately, I wasn’t given a choice as it was the first day of spring semester. If I was going to be out, I needed a damn good reason. Since I didn’t have one, well off to class I went. At about 10am, I battle the wave of academic humanity to attend my Organic...
Oral SexWell, here is a website that could not have a more straightforward name... OrgasmSoundLibrary.com. Yes, you can expect to have a plethora of real female orgasms to listen to. But that is the extent of the website in case you were hoping to watch some sluts masturbate as well. Now, I should mention that OrgasmSoundLibrary.com is not really your regular porn website… so throw all your perverted hopes out of the window.Because instead of an actual porn website, you have a website filled with...
ASMR Porn SitesReddit Orgasms, aka r/Orgasms! Another great subreddit for you to marvel at, and it’s called r/Orgasms/. Reddit is a free site filled with all kinds of shit, from entertainment, to serious topics or porn. You just have to choose your poison, and in case you are here to watch some hot babes get down and dirty, while cumming and having everything shared, I think that you will love r/Orgasms/.While I really think that r/Orgasms/ is self-explanatory, I am still here to talk about it, and you are...
Reddit NSFW ListMost women don't know that their breasts are orgasmic. We're so focused on having an orgasm through clitoral stimulation and/or vaginal penetration that we miss out on so many other great forms of stimulation. Our entire bodies are orgasmic.Rutgers University researchers discovered through MRI brain scans that nipple stimulation activates the same nerve cortex as clitoral and genital stimulation. 1. Set a sensual scene. Start by lying comfortably on your back wherever you feel most relaxed. Set...
Orgasm control, also known as ‘edging,’ ‘peaking,’ and ‘surfing’, is used to keep your partner sexually aroused for an extended period of time without reaching orgasm. The goal is to provide a more intense experience in the end because of the period of sexual frustration. Serious orgasm control is much more than just physical manipulation – there is an emotional and psychological aspect to it. From this sissy’s point of view, the most important factor of orgasm control is the psychological...
This is a true story of my experience with a very unusual sort of man.I work in sales in a very male dominated industry where most of the men are chauvinistic and disrespectful….except for one.Steve does the same job as me but in a different part of the country. So, both working from home, we only get to see each other occasionally. These occasions are generally meetings at the office but we also do joint visits to customers. Steve is the sort of man with whom you can have an intelligent and...
Office SexOrgasm control, also known as "edging," "peaking," and "surfing", is used to keep your partner sexually aroused for an extended period of time without reaching orgasm. The goal is to provide a more intense experience in the end because of the period of sexual frustration.Serious orgasm control is much more than just physical manipulation - there is an emotional and psychological aspect to it. From this sissy's point of view, the most important factor of orgasm control is the psychological...
Just remembering what happened that night makes me wet... Gosh..***This is all true by the way... if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t waste my time trying to get you wet/hard.***Anyways, being a Chuukese Nemin like me, you have a lot of boundaries, a lot of restrictions & a hell of a lot of people monitoring your every move. Respect is major in my culture, and PDA? Ha. It’s frowned upon... PDA is supposed to be done at home, behind closed doors.. just between husband and wife.. There’s no such thing...
I am an average guy with decent looks. I have always been steeped up in studies so I didn’t have much interaction with girls during adolescence. During eleventh standard, a new family moved next doors. I have seen the kids hop around for a while but I have not seen their mother. Since it was my IIT preparation phase, so I didn’t notice much. I went with my life with usual pace. My first sighting of her…I remember distinctly- how would I not, I have masturbated so many time to it. I was...
Two girls, Rose, age "18", and Kimberly, age "18", just tried out for their school cheerleading team. They got accepted and were invited to an initiation by their more senior cheerleading member, Sasha. Sasha: Hey girls, come on in! We are so glad to get cute girls like yourselves into our squad! Kim: Thank you! Its exciting to be part of a team! Sasha: I have some fruit punch for you, here. Let me tell you about the squad. Cheerleaders are used to excite members of the football team....
Sasha: Hey girls, come on in! We are so glad to get cute girls like yourselves into our squad! Kim: Thank you! Its exciting to be part of a team! Sasha: I have some fruit punch for you, here. Let me tell you about the squad. Cheerleaders are used to excite members of the football team. They see us, and unconsciously think if they win, they get to have sex with us. Kim: But we're so young! Why would they think that? Sasha: Well, it's these cute skirts that we're wearing, boys are right...
Last winter my wife flew out to spend a week with me on a jobsite. My assignments away from the office seem to be increasingly longer and more frequent, so we were looking forward to quality time together. Unfortunately, as so often happens, problems developed, cutting into our time together. My cheap short-term studio apartment was no fit place for her to spend time alone. A major winter storm was forecast for the weekend. We were concerned about making her flight, as she had commitments...
It's five in the morning when he nudges me. I moan a bit, then shift my weight.He nudges again, this time more insistently. "Get yourself wet for me," hesays. "Wake me up when you're ready for my cock." He rolls over andseems to ignore me. His breathing becomes deeper as he relaxes back into asnooze. I am irritated. The morning air is cold, and I want to go back to sleep.I want to tell him to go to hell. But I don't. I remember that this is whatI signed on for, and I stifle any initial impulse...
Jennifer got me to volunteer for the local woods cleanup day that our College was sponsoring. We lived in the same dorm and had talked a few times. She was perky and seemed fun, but I had been so busy trying to keep up with my classes that I had not had time to really get to know her. I wasn't sure if she was my type or not, but I figured it would be nice to help cleanup the woods around our school. I would enjoy being outdoors in the sun on a nice spring day rather then cooped up in the...
Oral SexChapter 1 Last night was... great. It was late last night when I went to bed and I was tired. I was trying to sleep but I couldn't. So I turned on my radio louder. First I just rubbed myself through my boxers. Then I moved my hand inside of them. It was uncomfortable so I took off my boxers and undies. I wasn't expecting anything great since I know I had to be quiet because I wasn't alone in the house. Anyway first I just touched and rubbed but I wasn't getting anything out of it. I...
I made a mistake and disobeyed my Mistress. My punishment was to write this fantasy – she even gave me instructions on what she wanted to be in there. My next punishment was to live it through. And now, she asked me to publish it here so you all know that I was bad boy and how I was punished. I walk into the room with proud steps. There you are, straddling a chair with one leg over the top. Your hair is falling down your back and your lips are painted bright red. Your body is clothed in black...
You've recently gained a strange power. You can control when others orgasm. You can "lock" someone out of cumming, set certain conditions that they can can't cum without, set conditions that will force them to cum, or simply command them to orgasm. You can also control what turns them on. You can change someone's fetishes. That doesn't change their personality of coarse. A prude who secretly has a fetish for exhibitionism and humiliation won't suddenly jump to have sex. On the other hand that...
Mind ControlKay had already turned orgasm into a form of torture for the night and it had only been two hours! She had threatened to keep me going through the night! Yes, my sister Kay is a demonic little slut with huge tits, long blonde hair and brown German eyes that have seen and read enough tricks to make any man her slave!She undid the buckles that held me face down on the table and then undid my feet and wrists from their ropes. The moment I moved, I felt my bladder slosh from one side to the other...
I laughed as I got out of bed and headed for the shower. My sister Kay, was swearing at me between gasps for air. Two hours earlier I had stopped by to check on her since her husband was out of state for work and she had basically demanded I take care of her or she was going to go crazy. Being the wonderful older brother that I am… I made her cum orally a few times before I finally gave her the cock she wanted! By then, the bed was soaked because I had her so horny she had squirted on my face...
Cat de important este sexul in viata de familie? Sunt casatorit cu o superba femeie. Dincolo de alcatuirea trupeasca fara cusur, Miriamin cucereste prin trairile interioare pe care si le exteriorizeaza fascinandu-i pe ceilalti. Ea este, deopotriva, naiva si cocheta, copilareasca dar frivola, are gesturi pline de eleganta, insa, subtil presarate cu parsivenie. Creaza, permanent impresia ca se simte, o doamna din lumea buna si, in acelasi timp, tarfa de lux. Deseori, amicii mei, dupa un pahar in...
Hi to all ISS readers, I am Gokul(name changed) living in trichy and studying in reputed engg college near thanjore. I am going to narrate a sex incident along with events that led to it. I daily travel in private bus to college.It used to be big rush during peak hours.So one day while returning from college i was standing in back side where usually men’s stand. Bus stopped at thuvakudi,a lady wearing brown saree got in bus via back side.The conductor and fellow passenger were shouting at her...
I made a mistake and disobeyed my Mistress. My punishment was to write this fantasy – she even gave me instructions on what she wanted to be in there. My next punishment was to live it through. And now, she asked me to publish it here so you all know that I was bad boy and how I was punished.I walk into the room with proud steps. There you are, straddling a chair with one leg over the top. Your hair is falling down your back and your lips are painted bright red. Your body is clothed in black...
#1 When: September 13, 2020 2 p.m. EDTWhere: My bedI got out of the shower, wrapped my towel around me, then air-dried my body in the bedroom. I felt clean, free of the sweat from my workout. I touched my hand to my chest, my skin still soft and holding on to the heat from my shower. The smell of sea salt shampoo lingered in the air. My laptop on my bedroom table was still open to our texts. I scrolled through the transcription of you and I from earlier today. I got instantly hard again and...
MasturbationLast winter my wife flew out to spend a week with me on a jobsite. My assignments away from the office seem to be increasingly longer and more frequent, so we were looking forward to quality time together. Unfortunately, as so often happens, problems developed, cutting into our time together. My cheap short-term studio apartment was no fit place for her to spend time alone. A major winter storm was forecast for the weekend. We were concerned about making her flight, as she had commitments on...
Kay had had me bound to her basement couch as she played porn and teased me mercilessly for over an hour before I was finally given a release I so badly needed! After she had ridden me in a reverse cowboy style and allowed me to cum in her after she had reached a few orgasms herself, I thought we might be done, but she had other plans.She went to the bathroom and came back several minutes later with a soapy warm wet washcloth and began cleaning me up from both of our bodily fluids and sweat. We...
Kay walked out of the room leaving me mere moments away from cumming, and yet completely helpless as I sat naked on her couch, tied with my hands and feet spread to the four corners of the couch! The video of her doppelganger fucking a young stud continued to play on the big TV right in front of me and I swear to God, if I could have had a bird land on the end of my cock, it would have been enough of a touch to make me spurt my aching balls.Kay returned a few minutes later with some more wine...
I had the opportunity to try a fucking machine a while ago and ever since then have been addicted to watching videos of fucking machines. If you have hot videos of women being fucked by machines (especially if they are bound) please send them to me. Makes me so damn hot to watch other women being fucked by machines. Recently I had the opportunity to enjoy a fucking machine in person once again. What a night! So many leg shaking, mind blowing orgasms. I was invited to a dinner party. There were...
It was a warm night as Sonal was lying in her bed. Resting peacefully, her thoughts gently strayed into a gentle sex scene with another woman. Her breaths quickened as the heat slowly built, these thoughts came more and more often now. It was only ever in the mornings that she felt any amount of guilt about her thoughts the night before, however during the night, nothing stop her. She had never, not once, had touched herself when thinking about women daring not to take that step, but this time...
IncestSherri was a special-education elementary school teacher. Trim, 5' 9" and 110 lbs, small tits with big nips, and dark brunette hair. We met in a therapy group originally, and she sought me out later outside of the group. She was married; I was newly divorced. At our first private meeting, I asked her what she wanted from me. She looked into my eyes and said, "Well, you can play with my tits to start, if you want, but what I really want is for you to fuck me." We were out by a local lake, just...
BDSMJennifer got me to volunteer for the local woods cleanup day that our College was sponsoring. We lived in the same dorm and had talked a few times. She was perky and seemed fun, but I had been so busy trying to keep up with my classes that I had not had time to really get to know her. I wasn’t sure if she was my type or not, but I figured it would be nice to help cleanup the woods around our school. I would enjoy being outdoors in the sun on a nice spring day rather then cooped up in the...
It was in the middle of summer and Kevin Wallace was minding his own business for most of it, until the day when he was cursed (or blessed?) with swapping bodies with a certain someone. Some prepared characters (feel free to add your own): Christine Wallace, 38 Martin Wallace, 40 Ben Wallace, 16 Amanda Wallace, 21
Mind ControlEntri nel palazzetto convinto di partecipare all’evento di oggi. Ti hanno sempre incuriosito questo genere di match ma non avevi mai avuto il coraggio per iscriverti. Ti avvicini al banco e la ragazza ti dice:”bene..per l’iscrizione è tutto a posto...l ‘unica regola è che il primo ad avere un orgasmo perde e per il resto della giornata diventa lo schiavo del suo avversario,qualsiasi questo sia. Accetti e la ragazza ti guida verso gli spogliatoi:”vuoi partecipare subito al torneo principale o...
BDSMI didn’t even get to the corner of my apartment building before I heard footsteps following me. I thought it might have been Linda, but when I turned, I spotted Dalton. I thought she left, but didn’t say anything to her. Jordan was more important at the moment. Danielle was waiting in the doorway when I arrived. I was about to ask what was wrong when I heard something I thought was a lion roaring. I pulled Danielle out of the way and looked inside. I almost didn’t recognize Jordan. Earlier,...
It was the night of his fiance's bachelorette party. James had been sent away to his parents house, where he sat impatiently. Watching movies, playing video games: he did whatever he could to take his mind off of it. James could be a bit of a jealous man. Not that he could ever bring himself to confrontation, but he was not shy with voicing his feelings when he and Chelsea were alone. James imagined all the things they might be doing. Would they go to a strip club? Or have the stripper go to...
ReluctanceDisclaimer: This is a long but interesting story about my lady boss. It has been broken into parts. Please read all the parts of this story for full satisfaction. I got a new job and shifted to Pune for the same. I was just 26 years old then and did not have a girlfriend. I stayed in a rented apartment all alone. I tried to socialize with people, but all the other residents were families. Finally, I got a chance to bang my maid, Ayesha, who came to my place to clean and cook. Ayesha was 45...
A Mother's Helping Hands - Part IIIa reality-based fiction by DizzyDFORWARDI can't thank all my fans and friends enough for the wonderful support, and countless inquiries about Part III... and most of all your understanding and compassion as I dealt with my loss in 2014. Now onto the story. If you haven't read Parts I or II recently, or not at all, I might recommend you do so for continuity's sake. You can link them...
I was waiting at a traffic light downtown, when a car pulled up next to me, and hinked. I was surprised to see it was Bev. "I am bringing home more Chinese takeout than I can eat...want to come home with me and share it," she asked. I was starving - as well as quite horny - so I told her I would follow her. Thirty minutes later, we were getting out of our cars in her driveway. She walked up and gave me a long hug, pushing her breasts into my chest. She was wearing a snug white satin button down...
I'm laying on my back, Ethan’s kneeling low in front of me with the heels of my feet on his shoulders. I'm fisting the blanket greedily while his fingertips dig into my hips. "Come on Chanel," he says through gritted teeth. The angle he's entering me is deep and harsh and I love every bit of it, but I haven't had enough, though I know he's trying to get me off. If I let him keep pumping into me at this pace, I know I won't be able to hold on. I open my legs and curl my body inward so I can...
Straight Sex