Fetish Porn Stories Page 322
One night as I lay wanking away to porn on the TV, I must have dozed off as I was tired and been working all day. It was a Friday night and my wife had her s****r staying over for the night.
The next thing I remember was a warm sensation around my cock as I was awakened. I was slightly startled to say the least when I looked down and their was my wife's gorgeous younger s****r stroking and spitting on my cock. As I looked down, she looked up, my cock soaked in spit and she started to suck me off so hard.
It was unreal. She was running her tongue up and down my rock-hard shaft and I could... Continue»
Have you ever had a moment where you get complete clarity? Where something happens and time just stands still. For me this happened one Friday night in a d***ken haze. Time stopped and through my bleary eyed stupor I saw the truth for the very first time. I saw what was missing from my life and the realisation hit me like a freight train going full steam. It was such a eureka moment it actually sobered me up for a whole ten minutes before I collapsed in a heap on the bed. What was this moment I hear you ask, what was this event that completely changed my view of the world.
Now don’t la... Continue»
THERE I AM LYING ON THE MASSAGE TABLE IN JANET'S BEDROOM WAITING FOR ANTHONY THE GREY HAIRED BODYBUILDER WHO LOOKED LIKE BURT REYNOLDS TO COME AND OVER AND BE THE FIRST MAN I EVER HAD SEX WITH. I WAS SO NERVOUS AND ANXIOUS THAT I THOUGHT ABOUT LEAVING BECAUSE MY HEAD WAS SPINNING AND I COULD FEEL MYSELF GETTING FLUSH AS I BEGAN TO SWEAT A LITTLE. I LOOKED AROUND THE ROOM GREG WAS WATCHING SOMETHING ON SCREEN AND TIM WAS TALKING WITH SLOAN AND LAUGHING ABOUT SOMETHING AND JANET AND SHELLY WERE TALKING ABOUT THE WAY JANET WANTED SHELLY TO SHOOT THE SCENE. EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE JANET WOULD MOTI... Continue»
The way real ass fucking should be
MMMM, that’s right baby, eat my pussy. Ohhh, lick it. Work my clit, yeah, suck all that juice. Oh shit, what are you doing? I see, you want to lick my ass? Yeah sweetie, don’t be afraid, no need to be shy if that’s what you like. I LOVE a hot tongue in my ass. Let me turn over for you so you can really get in there good. Spread my full, round asscheeks and really get your nose in there. Yeah, smell it. You like the way that smells? You like my musky, hot asshole? I know you do, look how fucking hard your dick is, look how much precum you are ... Continue»
What could be better than Atlanta in the summer, having a cookout with your friends, chilling in the backyard, and having a ole good time? My crew is ranked high up on the roster of the who’s who of the Black Urban Professionals who have migrated to the ATL from New York, DC, Chicago, all over to make our mark. You’d think with all our collective success there’d be a lot of drama and egos to be stroked but all my peeps are down to earth and really chill. Being as we are all transplants, we sort of formed a bond and we all hang together. None of us went to Morehouse or Spelman, none of us... Continue»
“Please don’t tell my mum,” Pleaded Emily, my step-s****r, grabbing my hand and looking up at me with that puppy-dog look. I could see tears beginning to well up in her eyes. “She’ll kill me.” She added softly.
“I don’t know, Em,” I said, looking away. “I’m supposed to be making sure everything is okay while they’re away…I’m the one who’ll get it in the neck if they find out!”
She stepped away, leaving go of my hand and sitting down on the couch. She is 17, with long blonde hair, and is kind of pretty, in a way. She’s quite short and a little overweight, but has a fantastic pair ... Continue»
The flight had no oxygen!
It started on Thursday a call came through asking for an immediate meeting in Christ Church. I didn’t want to leave right away so I asked Marcy to check flight availabilities.
“Just one ticket J?” I noticed the pen that god dam chewed up pen in the corner of that god dam mouth!
“Listen don’t be a smart ass, I can’t handle a paper cup without your help. You’re coming with me!”
“Good times yah!” In that infuriating giggling voice she does.
Marcy what can I say about Marcy efficient and an airhead, she always reminded me of Lex Luther’s secretary in the ol... Continue»
I was really feeling emotionally drained after everyone left. I had fun, sex was good, but there was kind of an empty feeling inside. I'm a big wussy, I started to cry, like for no reason. Jeff asked why and I told him, it's like being the biggest slut in town, I did what I wanted to feel good, but I felt really empty inside. He had me move over closer to him so he could hold my hand and told me that was crazy talk, the reason we are here is to have a fun time, cut loose, do the things we haven't. When we get back it's time to be serious again. He was right, I just get crazy some times... Continue»
Breakfast was over and we had decided to do some sighseeing since we were here. It was decided to go to NC to the Outer Banks, particularly to Kitty Hawk, where the Wright b*****rs Museum is. We went to the museum and did some driving around. There was a nice micro brewery in Manteo and we ate there and had a beer. After that we stopped at a Wal Mart to buy some new clothes for tonight.
When we got back to the Tidewater area we did some sightseeing around the Navy bases that we could get close to. We went to the motel afterwards to get ready for going out that night. We also had a lit... Continue»
Chapter 2 of 2 - a hot story by a very sexy lady...
Standing with Robert in the small but tasteful lobby area of the theatre, I felt hot and flustered, even with a flute of excellent champagne in my hand. My thighs felt sticky beneath my skirt, and I wanted a shower to clean the residue of the orgasm I'd had just minutes before in my seat. In addition, my nipples were still hard and insistently pressing against my blouse, attracting the attention of some of the others in my vicinity. In a normal situation, I would have been mortified to show such sexual excitement in public, but given the ... Continue»
Deprived of vision, I lay spreadeagled on the bed. A blindfold taped across my eyes and thick silken restraints bound my wrists and ankles to the bedposts. No words were to be spoken. I was not in control, far from it, but I was there voluntarily. I had given myself over to the unseen entity known as “The Hands”, someone who knew how to control, to use a woman, to push her beyond. Hours it would last, many, many hours of defilement.
My big tits were getting a work over, random slaps that broke the silence with loud thwacks, each one followed by an involuntary yelp from me. A series of rap... Continue»
I woke up in the morning feeling very horny for some reason. So I went to the computer room and sat at the desk and logged in to one of the gay sites I have used for many fun meets. I looked around the site to see who was on and after a few timewasters a guy fianaly got in contact with me who wanted abit of fun. We sent a few emails back and forth to each other and organised a meet.
I quickly ran upstair and into my s****rs room and quickly grabbed some of her underwear and then headed to the bathroom to have a quick shower. I stepped out of the shower and slowly dried myself off and looked d... Continue»
Uncle Ron is a former Special f***es bad ass who left the service 6 months ago and his wife 2 months later. He is retired, even though he is only 47 and most people would guess him to be probably 10 years younger. When I graduated from High School earlier this summer, Uncle Ron showed up and when Dad found out that he had been living out of his van for the last 6 weeks just moving from camping area to camping area, it was decided he would move in with us for a while.
Now at 5’8” and 145 pounds, I am not fat, but I wanted to get a little more ripped before heading off to college and Uncle Ro... Continue»
When people conjure up images of bound women, they usually envision damsels in distress, securely bound on beds, chairs, or other bondage locations. Not too many people would consider bathtub bondage, but hopefully by the end of my story, there will be a few converts to the cause.
Why bondage in water? Some of you are likely pondering this question. Actually my wife and bondage partner, Francine, and I never were bondage enthusiasts. We tried bondage once in our brass bed, finding it lacked erotic appeal for us both.
Our water-filled bondage fantasies began quite innocently. On... Continue»
I'm not sure what's going on right now. He called in to work today and told them he wouldn't be in. He hardly ever does that. But there is something different about him today. Something intense. When I cross his path and he looks at me, it is with a hot look that seers me to the core.
Something is about to happen...
It scares me a bit. Makes me feel a little anxious.
But the excitement is building.
By mid-afternoon the tension is so strong I'm ready scream. I turn to take the laundry to the bedroom and he is suddenly there in front of me. I let out a squeak and dropp... Continue»
"Come, Jane, it's your turn," the instructor commanded.
This was it. The last exam at the Slut School. If Jane passes this exam she would get a Diploma as an a-class slut.
"This way," her female instructor led her into a long hallway.
What Jane saw in the hallway was not an ordinary sight. About 20 restrained men of all ages where lined at the left wall, standing cloth-less on elevated platforms, so their crotch was on head level to whoever walked the hallway.
The ground looked dirty, covered in what appeared to be r... Continue»
For as long as I can remember I've been obsessed with my mother's legs. My very first wank was brought on by the sight of her curvaceous stockinged legs in high heels. She also liked to wear knee high black leather boots which would send me into a frenzy. I once saw walked past her room while she was getting ready for bed and saw through the gap in the door that she was wearing those boots and nothing else! Needless to say my dad fucked her senseless that night and I listened with my ear to the wall, wishing it was my cock for fucking her beautiful curvaceous body.
I longed to kiss her stoc... Continue»
A few years ago Frankie had a fuck buddy called Gaz, she had met him at work and ended up fucking him for the first time after a works night out.
Frankie loved spending time with Gaz because it was pure unadulterated fucking and nothing more, because they had fucked so many times they each other’s bodies inside out and there were no inhibitions whatsoever.
One night they were both completely smashed when they bumped into each other in a night club and both knew where the night would end, either in an alleyway or in Gaz’s bed.
As Gaz grabbed Frankie’s hand and pulled her out of the nig... Continue»
My fantasies are something I've always wanted to tell him about. I know he'd love them. But somehow, they remained mine. My secret for us. Hoping that perhaps he too fantasized like this, about me. It's not impossible and certainly seems feasible. My favorite fantasy occurs when I'm home. For a break maybe or the summer. He too is not away at college. It's very late at night and no one is at my house. My room is filled with sweet smelling candles burning and emitting the only light in the house. He comes over (But I don't know it) and he comes through the back door (I gave him a duplicate key ... Continue»
"Mom I must say, you did well stretching your pussy open for the people on the
bus to be able to enjoy you, and I think we can move along now" said Billy. Sharons
Heart lept for joy at Billys praise, just as Billy leaned his face down into hers
and kissed her lips.
"Since your such a good cocksucker Mom, ask Bob to give you permission to suck his
cock and remember the booze has to be paid for"
"Yes Sir" came Sharons now immediate response as her head was still spinning from
Billys kiss and also she remembered the pain she suffered from the Tit torture
she got the last time t... Continue»