Threesome With a Lesbian Couple
This one happened a while back I was meeting a female friend of mine at a bar. She was there with 2 friends she had from work. They were a gay couple, both women in their early - m
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This one happened a while back I was meeting a female friend of mine at a bar. She was there with 2 friends she had from work. They were a gay couple, both women in their early - m
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Read story →The sharp sting of his palm connecting with my bare skin echoes off the cinderblock walls of the tiny dorm room, a sudden, percussive shock that ripples straight through my hips and ignites a hot, dizzying current of heat right between my thighs. "Look at you, crawling in here past midnight like the needy little slut you are," Tyler growled, his voice a low, rough rasp that vibrates against my ear as he leans over my back, his broad chest pressing heavily into my spine. He grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back just enough to expose my throat, forcing me to arch my back and present myself to him even more completely. "You couldn't even wait until the weekend, could you? You were sitting in your room, getting all wet just thinking about this, weren't you?" "Yes," I breathed out, my voice trembling, a pathetic, breathless little sigh that I barely recognize as my own. My face is pressed down into the synthetic, slightly scratchy fabric of his dorm-issue twin mattress, but I d
It was supposed to be a normal visit. My nineteen year old sister, Brandi, had driven up to campus to surprise me for the weekend, our parents’ idea after the divorce left the house too quiet and us too distant. We’d always been close growing up, me the older brother by two years, her the little sister who used to steal my hoodies and climb into my bed during thunderstorms. But something had changed the last year. The way her eyes lingered when I came out of the shower. The way I caught myself staring at the curve of her ass in those tiny shorts she wore around the house. Eventually, we both felt it. It started with masturbating together and then eventually we had sex for the first time. And having sex with my sister was the best sex I’d ever had. My only complaint was that she refused to do anal. And that was a big complaint since her ass was gorgeous. She’d just gotten here and she was in the dorm with me … fully naked. She lay on her stomach, propped up on her elbows with her lon
Hello everyone. This is pure fantasy. Any coincidences are purely coincidental. "A strange gift in a rented apartment" is another dirty story about silicone skin and abnormal sizes. Swearing, crude language, milk, urine, and torn holes. There is no realism and there never will be. If you don't like it, close it. For everyone else, have a nice day. The apartment reeked of dampness and cheap air freshener, which hadn't masked the smell of sweat and semen in a long time. Alina stood by the window, adjusting her short red dress, which barely stretched over her silicone breasts and swollen ass. Her heels dug into the linoleum. The neighbors on the other side of the wall were already yelling—either they were having sex or arguing. She didn't give a damn. The client had promised to come with "something special," and the money in the envelope was supposed to last a week. The door opened without ringing. A man walked in, closed it behind him, and tossed a package
I should probably feel worse about this than I do. I matched with Cade on an app. He was twenty four. Dark hair, nice arms, the kind of profile that doesn't try too hard. We texted for two days and then he said come over and I said okay because I wanted to get fucked and he seemed like he could handle it. His apartment was fine. Clean enough. He had one of those big TVs that guys always have and a couch that looked expensive and not much else. He handed me a drink and we talked for maybe fifteen minutes and then I kissed him because I didn't come here to talk. He kissed me back hard. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him and he carried me to the bedroom and dropped me on the bed. I pulled my shirt off and he pulled his off and he was built. Not like a gym bro. More like someone who actually does things with his body. He got on top of me and kissed my neck and bit my collarbone and I already knew this was going to be good. He pulled my jeans off and my underwear and went
About two months ago, Hugo and I were relaxing at our apartment. He had just finished his workout, while I was sitting on the couch, engrossed in my TV show. After his workout, he went to take a shower, leaving his iPhone on the coffee table. At first, I didn’t pay any attention to it. Then a WhatsApp notification popped up on his screen. My name was clearly visible in the preview of a message sent by one of his buddies. I was immediately intrigued. Why was he talking about me? And more importantly, what the hell was he saying about me? Curiosity got the better of me, and I eventually unlocked his phone. Yes, I knew his passcode. Since my name had appeared in the conversation, I figured I should at least find out what it was about. The notification took me straight to a group chat with eight of his buddies, three of whom I didn’t even know. The message that had caught my attention read: “Not nearly as skinny as Alice, but check out those boobs I had a fucking great time.” Next t
Dev has been fucking me for months. Regular thing. Nothing complicated. He comes over, we fuck, sometimes Cole is there, sometimes he's not. Standard arrangement. I've written about it before. What I haven't written about is the conversation we had two weeks ago where I told him to stop pulling out. We were in bed after he'd just finished. He'd pulled out and come on my stomach like he always does because that was the agreement. I was lying there looking at the ceiling with his cum drying on me and I felt annoyed. Not at him. Just. Annoyed. "I want you to cum inside me next time," I said. He propped himself up on one elbow. "You sure?" "I wouldn't say it if I wasn't sure." "Kim." "Dev." He looked at me for a long second and then he leaned down and kissed me and his hand slid between my legs where I was still wet and sensitive and he said "Yeah okay" against my mouth and I felt my whole body light up. Next time was two days later. A Friday night. Cole was out so it was just us
In my mid-20s I was living in a shared house in Nottingham with 4 other professionals; 3 women in their 20s and early 30s and 1 other guy like me in his 20s. We were all friendly with each other after living together for 6 months. We each had our own room but shared kitchen, lounge and bathrooms. After one particularly challenging week away with work I’d got back to home for a Friday night and was pretty tired but really needed to let off some steam and being single, looked forwards to jerking one out. Before I could do so though, Sophie, who had a room next door to me, stopped me as I was going into my room. “Hey Alex, it’s Amanda’s birthday tomorrow, we had a card for her please can you sign it and get it back to me before she gets home?” “Sure, no worries” I reply “I’ll sort in a bit” and took it into my room. I put the card on my bedside table next to a glass of water intending to sign after I’d rubbed myself to orgasm. I closed my bedroom door, set out an old t-shirt on my bed
Back shortly after I finished college and was looking for a real job I worked at a 3rd party cellphone retailer in sales. We had a small store front in a standalone building in a college town. There were about 8-10 people employed at that store at any given time, mostly part timers I had worked there for about a year and after finishing school I was trying to get full time hours. There were only 2 full time employees aside from our manager and they had both worked there for years. They had their shifts set in stone. So I was picking up everyone else's shifts and working just about every single weekend to get by One day it was just me and my manager in the store. It was a weekday morning and she usually just hid in her office while I watched the store front. We were absolutely dead and she must have been bored because she left her door open and was talking to me. She had never flirted hard with me but she would make comments sometimes that were suggestive but she could play them off a
Her dark brown eyes glistened with moisture as she choked on my cock, but she still didn't break eye contact. As the tip pushed against the back of her throat, she sat up and adjusted to let it slide further down. She began flexing and contracting her throat to massage my cock as it slipped as far down as it could go. She let my balls roll gently through her dexterous fingers while the other hand rested on my body. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I gripped her hand. She pulled back up to catch her breathe, then went back to rhythmically bobbing up and down, twisting her mouth and flicking her tongue all over my shaft. It was wet, loud, and sloppy. "Oh fuck, I think I'm gonna..." I started. "I..." I could barely speak. She took one last deep breathe then pushed my cock down her throat once again. The combination of throat contractions and tongue stroking had me cumming in seconds. Each shot deposited directly into her stomach. My body tightened and lifted with each pump l
Why is it that when you're thirty-two, running a department, with your own apartment, car, and complete independence, everyone thinks you're deeply unhappy? Marina threw her phone down on the couch in irritation. Another "kind" friend had sent her a link to a dating site with the caption, "Well, at least try it, okay?" Try it. As if they were talking about a new kind of tea, not a real person. She walked to the window, hugging herself. Outside, November drizzled, gray and hopeless, making her feel even more miserable. Her friends had long since married, had children, and were now trying with enviable persistence to arrange her personal life. "Marisha, you're not made of iron," they'd say, sighing meaningfully. Iron. Maybe she was. In three years of running the department, she'd learned not to show emotion, not to trust first impressions, and not to mix work with personal matters. Especially the latter. At work, everything was stable and pr
This past weekend an old buddy of mine (M28) from high school got married. I went solo and without any intention of hooking up with anyone, but after a few shots of tequila at the reception the dance floor opened up and I couldn’t take my eyes off of his older sister (F35). She was one of the bridesmaids and was wearing a blue dress that hugged her curvy waist. It was a Hispanic wedding so some cumbia started playing and she was alone so I asked her if she wanted to dance. Soon my hands were on her hips and her arms around my shoulders and we were getting very close very fast. We chatted while we danced. I’d seen her before at our soccer games in high school but never talked to her. She told me she remembered me and thought I was cute even back then. Then the song changed and some rap song started playing and without missing a beat I grabbed her hand and spun her around she started backing it up against me pressing her thick ass against my crotch grinding away at it. I wrapped my
My girlfriend was raised in a very conservative Asian household. We met at work and after a long, tension-filled buildup, we finally got together. For her, it was like allowing the flood gates to finally open; she entered her sexual renaissance. And I was the nurturing beneficiary. After we’d gotten together, I had a work function in the city one night. It was one of those events where you talk to executives and clients; but you don’t really don’t want to be there. It was a formal and professional occasion so I was obligated, but it was outside of her working requirements. A few hours in, I’d had a few drinks and my tolerance for corporate small talk was waning. I’d sent her a photo of my suit and she’d responded instantly with a selfie of her tucked up in bed in tight summer pyjamas that hugged her slim, curvy body. Her long black framed her face, pouty lips accentuating her regret at being separated for the night. I made up my mind. “Come.” I texted her. “Put on a tight black dre
This one happened a while back I was meeting a female friend of mine at a bar. She was there with 2 friends she had from work. They were a gay couple, both women in their early - mid twenties (nearly 10 years younger than me at the time) I'm going to just refer to them as Mary and Beth for this story (not their real names at all lol). Beth was definitely more girly and dressed like any other girl at the bar, 5'2" petite and a passingly pretty face. Mary dressed more tomboyish, she wore a lot of basketball jerseys and baggy tshirts. Usually wore baggy jeans or sweatpants with skater shoes. She had short curly hair she kept tucked under a hat. She and I actually hit it off immediately. We were playing pool together and talking about video games we were both into. She was a lot of fun to hang out with I became friends with both of them and we exchanged numbers/socials and I started hanging out with them alone occasionally (mostly Mary) and we would game a lot and even started working
My father married when I was already nineteen. I was a sophomore then, living in the dorm, and coming home on weekends—just to do laundry, get a decent meal, and so on. My mother had left us even earlier, three years earlier, and my father was alone for a long time. I got used to the quiet house, the smell of old books and his tobacco, the same mug always standing in the kitchen, and dumplings and beer in the fridge. And then he called and said he was married. He just presented me with a fait accompli. I didn't even know how to react right away. I just asked, "Who?" He replied, "Come over and meet me." Her name was Irina. She was thirty-two. I remembered the number because it somehow immediately stuck out to me—thirty-two, and my father was forty-eight. I thought then: well, it happens. Anything can happen. Maybe she needs an apartment, maybe something else. Anyway, I didn't really worry about it. I had enough of my own problems—sessions, a part-time job, I h
The next few days at work, I tried to avoid Casey as much as possible. Unfortunately, he seemed to be doing the opposite, as if subconsciously witnessing his girlfriend deep-throating my dick had brought us closer together. But in truth, he was blissfully oblivious to the forbidden beauty lying in my Hidden photos folder. A stronger man might have deleted them out of principle, but I knew that unless requested by Kelly herself, those pictures weren’t going anywhere. And then came Friday, when the usual, “what are you doing Sunday?” conversation came about. I thought about lying, saying I was busy or getting sick. But sure enough, when the time came, I encouraged our usual routine. And then came Sunday, and the hours leading up to their arrival left me near crippled with anxiety. I had not talked to Kelly since she left my house that day. I had conjured up a million reasons to casually text her but had stopped myself each time. *Is she feeling the same shame I am? What if she doesn’t
Ashley reached for her phone. I watched her thumb skim across the screen, quickly then slowly, quickly then slowly, scrolling notifications and checking Snap like nothing weird had happened at all. Then her whole face lit up. “Speak of the devil,” Ashley said, holding the phone up so I could see. “Your sister just woke up.” The message was from my sister. The screen showed a selfie: Maya in bed, hair in a messy snarl, her bare shoulder peeking out from a blue blanket. Her eyes looked puffy but happy. The caption read: “horny, where did u go? woke up without u and I can’t find my pants lol.” My face burned so hard I thought it might catch the couch on fire. Ashley giggled. “I told you she was trouble.” She climbed off my lap, stretched, and stepped into her thong like it was a stage cue. Then she handed me my shorts and snapped her own shorts up over her hips. She kept scrolling as she walked to the kitchen, swigging juice from the carton and firing back texts with both thumbs. Sh
I (38F) was 19 and spent the night with my best friend. She was the same age, taller, and skinnier. Though we wore basically the same size bra, her boobs were perkier and looked bigger because of the type of bra she wore. She was better at makeup. Her clothes were more revealing. And her hair was always perfect. She had an older boyfriend and he joined us as we watched a movie. We ate some pizza, smoked a joint, and put on another movie. At some point I must have fallen asleep. We were on her queen size bed. It was pushed up in the corner of the room. I was closest to the wall. I woke up facing it, just inches away, and the bed was moving. I could hear heavy breathing. I didn't dare turn my head, but I soon realized what was happening. I didn't want to mess them up, so I pretended to still be asleep. I moved one of my hands between my legs and slowly rubbed my clit as I listened. I imagined what position they may be in and what her sex face looks like. A little while later my fr
I was driving back home, I went to the gas station for gas, when I arrived there was a girl at the door who asked me for money to eat, first I told her that I couldn’t, I paid for some snacks and when I got out the store I asked her if it was really for food and she said yes so I bought her food, she thanked me and told me that her friend was on the other side of the parking lot, we talked for a little while but I had to go home, Back to the car it occurred to me what would happen if I fucked the two of them, they were two white girls one was 31 the other 35 honestly they did look very good to live on the street. I went back with them and offered them money for sex, they told me no and I thought I would get into trouble but suddenly the girl followed me and asked me how much I would pay and I told her I didn’t know, she asked me for 50 dollars and I said yes but that I would come back at night because I didn’t want them to see me doing that. I returned at night and they were ready,
I was in college and had met a girl on tinder. We talked for a couple weeks or so and ended up meeting out at a bar one night (both of us 21). Her dorm roommate was there as well. We got some drinks, played some pool, had an overall good time. Things started to wind down and the girl I was with (Hannah) and I were going to walk back to her dorm room. Her roommate said she was gonna go by another friend’s apartment for a while. We get back to her dorm room and we’re laying on her bed watching a movie. It’s a standard small dorm room with her bed on one side of the room and her roommates bed on the other side. After some of the movie, bodies get closer, hands start wondering, and clothes start hitting the floor. After some foreplay we begin having sex. First in missionary, then to doggy. I’m not sure if it was the sound of the movie, our buzzed state, or just locked in the moment of sex, but neither of us heard the door open. Sarah - “Oh shit I’m so sorry” She was already a step or
You’d think after three years of college and every possible flavor of porn the internet had to offer, nothing could shock me. Turns out I was wrong. Last night, I sat up in my room for two straight hours watching my little sister get her pussy eaten by her girlfriend, and I still spent the whole time half convinced I’d hallucinated it all. It’s not that I hadn’t suspected Maya was into girls. The signs were there. First it was those sleepovers that started in high school, all giggles and TikToks and loud whispers after midnight. Then the time I saw her in the pool with Ashley, the neighbor girl, and they were “play-wrestling” on inflatable unicorns. I was supposed to be mowing the lawn, but I watched through the sliding glass, pretending I couldn’t hear Maya’s shrieks of laughter or see the way Ashley grabbed her tits under the water. I didn’t know if Maya even knew I was watching her back then. Ashley moved in next door during my sophomore year, but she was a couple grades ahead of