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
Whatever the reason, I stayed on the floor, quietly struggling to pull my hand free. I tugged at her calf with my other hand, noticing how thick and firm it was, yet how soft her skin felt under my fingertips. Despite the pain, she didn’t budge.“Did you see Danny almost pitched a no-hitter yesterday?” Mackenzie asked, as if nothing was happening below the table.“Wow, that’s cool. I missed that,” Greg replied, his mouth full. “Everything okay down there, Sprout?”Just as he spoke, Mackenzie raised her foot. I scrambled to my feet.“Um, yeah, got it all,” I mumbled, holding up the dirty paper towel as if to prove my work. Turning quickly, I dropped it into the trash.Mackenzie snickered, and Greg chimed in. “Great eggs as usual, Sprout! I’m gonna throw on some sweats for the gym. Mac, we can stop by your place so you can change.”He stood, taking his plate to the sink.“Can you pour me some coffee first, babe?” Mackenzie asked sweetly.“Sure,” Greg replied.He filled a mug and set it
Dominated by Her Feet (1)Continuation of the Previous Story: Teased by My Roommate's Girlfriend.(All characters are 18 or older.)---I sat, completely lost, as the professor droned on about details of *Hamlet* I didn’t care to know. We were in the main English department lecture hall, a massive auditorium that could hold hundreds. I’d picked a seat in the second-to-last row, hoping to avoid being called on. The cranky old professor loved throwing impossible questions at random students. If he directed one at me, I was sure I’d look like a complete fool. As a computer science major, I’d avoided completing the required liberal arts credits for as long as possible. My academic advisor had suggested I’d find Shakespeare interesting.Damn!I made a mental note to change advisors. I tried to focus, but my mind drifted to the events of the previous day. Mackenzie, my roommate’s girlfriend, had jerked me off in front of an open refrigerator while Greg, my best friend and roommate, wa
"You there!" a voice called out from below.I turned quickly and saw the professor staring in my direction. I froze, like a deer in headlights. Mackenzie’s feet slid slowly off my back.I gingerly pointed a finger at my chest, mouthing, "Me?""Yeah, you, the little guy up near the top," the old coot said matter-of-factly.Behind me, I heard Mackenzie stifle a laugh at the teacher's diminutive description.“To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not be false to any man,” the professor quoted with dramatic flair.I listened, feeling a flicker of hope. At least I recognized the passage."So, Mister, ah…" The teacher trailed off, clearly searching for my name.“Saplinger, sir,” I offered politely, even though we’d never spoken.“Ah, Mr. Saplinger,” he said as though the name had been on the tip of his tongue. “Tell us, how are we, the audience, meant to take these words, having come from the lips of none other than Polonius?”“Um, awesome advice, s
As my thoughts whirred, I noticed an unfamiliar taste in my mouth. I suddenly gagged as I realized it was the residue of Mackenzie's toes lingering on my tongue. I spat on the ground several times, but it just wouldn't go away. It felt like she was still right there, grasping my hair, holding me in place, mercilessly shoving her foot in and out of my mouth. Laughing at me. I looked up and saw I was near the Student Union. There was a food court downstairs. If I ate something, maybe the taste would go away. I walked briskly inside and made for Wendy's. Two equal-length lines formed at the registers, so I picked one and waited. The smell of burgers grilling filled the air, tempering the flavor of Mac's filth and calming my nerves. At the counter, I quickly ordered a Junior Bacon Cheeseburger, fries, and a Frosty, figuring one or all of them would provide relief. I pulled out my wallet and paid cash. As I started to put it back in my pocket, a voice called out. "Hey, seedling,
I looked down at the thin streak. It had slid past her ankle and was creeping onto the top of her foot, dangerously close to the strap. My eyes flicked back to Mackenzie. She was holding my wallet in her hand, resting it mockingly on her knee.I thought about grabbing it. What if I missed? What if she tossed it into a trash can? I'd be stuck replacing everything—my license, student ID, ATM card. No way. I couldn’t take that risk.I looked again at the Frosty drip. It was now or never.With a sinking feeling, I lowered my head and stuck out my tongue. I snagged the chocolatey droplet just before it reached her sandal strap. Flattening my tongue, I licked up her foot, following the trail up her smooth skin."Ugh," I thought. The lotion's taste mixed with the Frosty, making my stomach churn.But something else stirred. My pants grew tighter as my body betrayed me.I reached the end of the streak but, lost in the moment, I kept licking. My tongue slid further up her leg.Suddenly, a hand
After finishing my food, I went back to my room to make another attempt at work. Just as I flipped open a notebook, I heard what sounded like thunder. Something didn’t seem right.The sound wasn’t stopping. I leaned closer to the window, but it didn’t seem to be coming from outside. Stepping out of my room, I listened. Someone was banging on the door.I checked my watch. It wasn’t even 7:00 PM yet. Greg was at the gym, so I figured he must have forgotten his key. Walking to the door, I opened it.Mackenzie stood outside, completely drenched. Our unit opened directly to the outside and didn’t have an awning, so she was still being pelted by torrential rain. Her blonde hair was matted to her head, water streaming down onto a white cotton t-shirt that clung tightly to her body.At the rise of her chest, a black bra showed through, along with two pointed nipples. I must have stood still for at least five seco
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