A month had passed since Amber and I met with Hank about the plans for our new house. A few days after that initial meeting, we met with Hank's designer and picked out the floors and furnishings.Later that week, we met with the pool and patio contractor and finalized our design plans. With that and the site survey complete, we had our final cost estimate.Today would be one of the last steps in finishing our preparations and getting construction started on our new home. It was a Tuesday, but Amber and I had taken the day off because we had an appointment later in the morning to close on the sale of her old house.I woke before Amber again and managed to quietly go to the bathroom and get dressed without waking her. Although I would put on something nicer for the closing, I had thrown on a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt for the morning and was now in the kitchen getting our daily coffee started.Once it started brewing, I got out a new appliance I had recently bought. Being the domes
With Amber bent over the kitchen counter, I squeezed her ass. Each thrust of my hips sent a moan from my lips as her warmth enveloped me. Keeping a slow pace, Amber rested her head on her arms and let out a long, satisfied sigh. Peeking back over her shoulder, she smiled and reached down between her legs. The sight of Amber playing with herself while I took her from behind was enough to make my pulse race. I groaned, "Oh, Amber..."Her hand moved faster, and Amber began breathing harder. She moaned with each thrust, her voice growing louder. Knowing I wasn’t there yet, but sensing her own climax building, she started talking. Between gasps, she moaned, "I love the feeling of you fucking me from behind."Hearing her words turned me on even more, and I groaned, "Oh, keep going."Amber’s voice dropped into a sultry tone. "I used to fuck myself in the shower, imagining it was you behind me. I'd stick my dildo to the wall, bury it inside me, and moan your name. God, I came so hard from
Back in the car, we checked the clock and realized we were still early for our meeting. With some time to kill, we decided to drop by the bank. Luckily, when we arrived, the loan officer was available and welcomed us in early.Once inside his office, we each took a seat while he pulled up our file. After reviewing it, he looked up with an impressed expression, complimenting our excellent credit scores. He asked for the paperwork we had brought to verify our income. A few moments later, after reviewing the documents, he smiled and informed us that everything was in order."It'll take a couple of days," he explained, "but you can expect a pre-approval letter for an amount well above what you’ll need."We stood to shake hands, thanking him for his time, before he showed us out.Outside the bank, Amber threw her arms around me, squeezing me tightly."We did it!" she said, her voice filled with excitement.I kissed her deeply, grinning. "I told you not to worry."We got back into the car a
With her head next to mine, she breathlessly groaned, "I want you so bad right now."My heart raced as her hands roamed over my chest. Her touch was electric, and I felt my arousal building. Realizing this would likely be the last dish I’d be washing tonight, I quickly finished up. Amber’s hands worked their way down over my abs to my hips, her movements deliberate and teasing. As I rinsed the final bowl, I gasped when her fingers brushed against my growing erection.Her voice, hot and low, tickled my ear. "I want you to fuck me so bad... but I’ve been looking at this ass for so long, there’s something I need to do first."I exhaled sharply as she stroked me a couple more times, my body responding to her every touch. Amber lowered herself to her knees behind me, her presence palpable even without seeing her. The soft sound of her moan sent shivers through me just before I felt her warm breath on my scrotum. Closing my eyes, I let myself melt into the sensation.Her lips brushed agains
( A short guy gets teased and bullied by his roommate's tall girlfriend )---“Mackenzie, I’d like you to meet my roommate and best friend since childhood, Sprout,” Greg announced in the entryway of our apartment. Then he turned to me, “Mackenzie and I have been dating the past few weeks.”The tall, pretty blonde cocked her head slightly. Sensing a reaction to my name, Greg continued:“His real name is Sidney, but he’s always gone by Sprout—”“Because he’s such a small fry?” Mackenzie interrupted with a wry smile. She extended a hand, “Greg hasn’t really mentioned you before. Nice to meet you... Sprout.”I took her outstretched hand and immediately noticed how large it was. Despite being 5’3” and scrawny, I’m used to women’s hands being about my size. But Mackenzie wasn’t most women. She was tall—over six feet—only a bit shorter than Greg’s 6’4”.Her athletic build was undeniable, with square shoulders and svelte, tan arms exposed by a low-cut, bright yellow tank top. Her breasts were
Only then did I fully realize how much she had gotten under my skin. My lips pursed, and my breath fumed. I hated her. I hated the way she carried herself.I hated the way she teased me. I hated how she had taken away Greg's attention and didn't seem to care about how important our relationship was. I was unabashedly jealous and resentful.Greg and I were obviously different physically—he plays a lot of sports. But in every other way, we are similar.We had so much in common and know each other so well that we're practically symbiotic. I love Greg like a brother, and we would do anything for each other.I stewed angrily in the bathroom. Who does this bitch think she is? I thought. What the hell does Greg see in her?Eventually, I calmed down and brushed my teeth. I was more tired than I realized, probably from the beer.I walked down the hall to the first entrance, shut the door, and flopped onto my bed. I was out almost immediately.---I awoke with a start to the sound of laughter t
I reached forward and grabbed an edge of the fabric between two fingers, as if it were something dirty. I raised it up in front of my face for a better look. I couldn't see much in the dim light, so I brought it closer. Then I smelled it. Or rather, I smelled her.I had never been near a woman's sexual organ before. It was as if lightbulbs went off in my brain, like smelling a rose for the first time or tasting chocolate. My penis throbbed so intensely that I thought it might explode right then and there. I quickly brought the fabric closer to my nose, accidentally brushing it against my upper lip. Shocked, I felt the wetness and pulled it away in disgust. Yet the scent lingered, transferring to the skin below my nose. I wanted to hate it because it belonged to Mackenzie, but I couldn't deny it-I was blown away. In that moment, my brain finally connected the dots. If all these clothes and underwear were out here, then they must have been naked in his room! Was Greg actually having
Spurt after spurt came out, soaking Mackenzie's panties. The lace provided amazing friction but did little to contain my semen. I caught what I could in my hand to avoid a mess on the carpet.Oddly, her teasing voice from earlier echoed in my head: You should totally come... best not leave a mess.* Just thinking about her words made my dick pump and squirt more.A haze settled over my mind, leaving me completely relaxed. That’s when I heard Greg’s voice:“Damn, that was so fuckin’ awesome! You’re so goddamn hot, Mackenzie!”With a jolt, I remembered I was crouched at his bedroom door, holding my dick in my hand, her panties drenched with my cum. Panicked, I ducked down and awkwardly crawled back to my room on two legs and one hand, keeping the mess off the carpet.Once inside, I stood up and carefully closed the door, holding the handle to avoid the latch clicking. I couldn’t decide which would be worse—her telling Greg or teasing me about it. Either way, it would be humiliating. Luck
Snow is supposed to be magical at Christmas. I guess whoever decided that hadn’t been blindsided by their fiancé three months before their wedding.“We need to talk,” she said one night.“Alright,” I replied.We sat on the sofa we’d picked out together after moving into our forever home. Our kids were supposed to grow up here. That had been the plan.“Are you happy?” she asked.She clearly wasn’t, and I had the feeling she wanted me to say I wasn’t either. But I didn’t lie to her.“Of course. I’m getting married to the love of my life. What’s this about, Kelly?”Her face fell then. “You really haven’t noticed that things between us aren’t how they used to be?”I shook my head. Maybe I should have in hindsight. Maybe I ignored the signs or took things for granted. In my heart of hearts, though, I think she was making an excuse for what she said next.“There’s someone else, Dan.”That hit me like a wave of frigid water. For my own sake, I won’t recount the rest of the conversation, but
Tribbing my submissive crush -3 I lowered myself into a squat until every fold of my pûssy made contact with Bella's. Then, I leaned forward, moving my hips back and forth in circles, massaging her tender pûssy with my hot, hard clît and pubic bone."Ahhh..." she whimpered softly, her voice trembling with arousal.I bit my lower lip as I leaned back, causing our labia to press together, the bottom of my ass cheeks resting on hers. In this position, I bounced up and down, slapping our cunts together."This feels so good," I groaned."This is... amazing," Bella murmured, her voice barely audible over the sounds of our bodies.I loved the feeling of her smooth buttocks against mine and alternated between watching the sexy girls in the porn video and Bella's rocking tits. Her nipples, dark pink and firm, stood out enticingly.Bella continued to moan as I rocked her, grinding her hips as much as she could despite my weight keeping her pinned to the bench."You’re so beautiful like this,"
TRIBBING WITH MY SUBMISSIVE CRUSH -2Bella began to speak, but her voice broke into a stammer. Then, she closed her mouth and simply shook her head."Yes?" I said.She nodded.I beckoned her over to the bench, and she sat down in front of me, both of us straddling the bench with our legs. I rewound the video to where the girls moved to the bedroom, hand in hand and prepared to trib, to give Bella some context.I was curious to know how she would respond to the fantasy of girls pressing their clits together.Would she be as turned on as me? Would her clit respond like mine did, growing and escaping its hiding spot in search of contact with another hard clit?I placed the phone in front of Bella and kept some distance between us.My heart raced; I couldn't believe that Bella had accepted my offer to watch porn with me. We sat in silence, watching the video as the sexual tension hung thick in the air, but neither of us was bold enough to make another move.After a minute, I heard Bella's
After a particularly intense cardio workout at the gym, I headed into the locker room for a quick shower. I had gone to the gym quite late that night because I couldn’t seem to relax all day.I had been antsy since the morning, fidgeting at my desk at work and impatiently speeding during my commute home.When a hot shower and some meditation didn’t calm me, I thought I could release the energy by working out. Luckily, my gym was open 24 hours on weekdays.Unfortunately, even exercise didn’t do the trick, and by the time I finished, it was close to midnight. Except for one occupied shower stall, it seemed I was the only one in the locker room.I grabbed my gym bag from the locker and prepared for a shower. As I undressed, peeling my sweat-soaked sports bra and leggings from my body, the girl in the shower stepped out. I recognized her immediately as Bella, the cute girl from my weightlifting class.I often stood behind her in class, admiring her ample ass whenever she bent over for dea
Fucked at the ice-cream store -2Watching her body roll and pulse as she rode my clît was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Every time her pûssy spasmed her eyes would close, and her breath would quicken. Her nîpples strained, and her skin glistened.She was driving me crazy. I began pushing my pûssy into hers and meeting her motions."Damn!" She moaned. "Have you done this before?" My breathing was ragged as I met her eyes on me. "No" I panted. "So, this is your first time?" She asked as she continued grinding against my pussy. I couldn't put a name to what I felt in that moment. A sudden desire engulfed me. I wanted more of this. Pleasure coursed through me as I became even more desperate to have her. The heat inside me was building again with every pass of her slippery clît over mine. I could barely believe what was happening! I was at the ice-cream store, rubbing my pûssy against the pûssy of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and it felt perfect. "I want us to go f
August heat rolled in the open door of my town's only ice cream parlor. I had worked the place every summer for three years, and the air conditioner hadn't worked for any of them. The uniforms didn't help much; the thick red and white cotton of my dress stuck to my damp skin, and kept riding up my thighs.It was 5pm, almost closing time, and the shop was slow. I was slouched over on the counter with a glass of water pressed to my cheek when I heard my last customer of the day walk in."Welcome to Scoops, how can I help you today?" I mumbled lazily. I pulled myself into a standing position and met the most brilliant pair of green eyes I had ever seen. My breath caught."I was hoping for a scoop of chocolate mint before you close." She smiled coyly. I was at a loss for words. Her blond hair fell across one of her eyes until she brushed it back with long, tanned fingers. I couldn't stop myself from gazing at the soft skin of her thighs that was revealed by her small skirt. I quickly turn
FUCKED BY MY WORK COLLEAGUE -3The next night, I couldn’t focus on anything. My mind kept circling back to the note. Midnight. He hadn’t said where, but deep down, I knew he’d find me if I didn’t go. Part of me wanted to ignore it, to fight the pull he seemed to have over me. But the other part, the darker part, wanted to see him again. At 11:30 p.m., I found myself standing in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress. It was tight, black, and left very little to the imagination. I told myself it wasn’t for him, but I knew better. By midnight, I was walking into the bar again. The place was dimly lit, the scent of whiskey and smoke heavy in the air. My eyes scanned the small crowd, searching for him. I didn’t have to wait long. John stood near the back, a drink in hand, his broad shoulders and commanding presence impossible to miss. Next to him was another man—taller, leaner, but with the same dangerous energy. They were both watching me, and when our eyes met, John smirked.
FUCKED BY MY WORK COLLEAGUE - 2"Climb up on the table with your knees bent and open up your cunt for me to eat," his voice thundered.I did as I was told, balancing on the edge of the table with my legs bent and open, my pussy on full display. He grabbed my ass, stretched my pussy open, and began sucking on my clit. He licked my cunt from the clit down to my opening, where he pushed his tongue into me.Damn! Everything about him was thick and big.He massaged my clit, pushing and shaking his head into my cunt. I moved my hips against his head, feeling the pressure of my orgasm building."Yes...! Oh God... Yes!" I moaned as I came on his face, long and hard, in spasms. I heard myself gasp and scream as he held my hips to his face, drinking me in. I was ready to come again when a loud moan escaped me.He spun me around, ripped open my shirt, and roughly unhooked my bra. I tried to cover myself, but he buried his hand in my hair and jerked my head back until I screamed. He grabbed my br
GOOD GIRLI enjoyed working at my company. Sure, it was a pub, but I worked in the back office, dealing with numbers. I also got to show up in cute, sometimes revealing outfits. I loved feeling sexy—without having to fend off advances from drunk customers. That day, I decided to wear a thigh-high black dress with suspenders and a white cotton shirt. I looked like a grown-up schoolgirl. The dress hugged my 24-inch waist and dropped to my mid-thighs, complementing my golden-toned legs. The black fabric stood out against my skin, and the white shirt strained slightly at my 32C chest. My red pouty lips, dark brown hair, and eyes added contrast to my 5'7" frame. I knew I was silently torturing John at work. John, the assistant manager, and I had once flirted. He was 6'5", with dark hair, dark eyes, tanned skin, and broad shoulders that made him look like a rugby player. He was ridiculously attractive, and just looking at him always made my stomach flip. But he seemed more interested