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What fantasy do you masturbate to?
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Simplyafemme
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it happened once but only once
I'm at a wrap party; all the crew know I'm a T gurl including a sexy stunt girl who didn't ever give me the time of day - but she came with her young lover. towards the end of the night she was spending time with me and almost pushing her bf at me. He was enamoured - I could see it easily altho he tried to hide it from her.
We went back to his house together and it was an incredible night. I don't kiss and tell but he was so innocent and then like a tiger. Oh my, I get sooo wet just remembering. It's my go-to fantasy/memory.
I'm at a wrap party; all the crew know I'm a T gurl including a sexy stunt girl who didn't ever give me the time of day - but she came with her young lover. towards the end of the night she was spending time with me and almost pushing her bf at me. He was enamoured - I could see it easily altho he tried to hide it from her.
We went back to his house together and it was an incredible night. I don't kiss and tell but he was so innocent and then like a tiger. Oh my, I get sooo wet just remembering. It's my go-to fantasy/memory.
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I usually masturbate in the shower, so I end up fantasizing about being soapy and sodomized. I love holding my soapy cock and can't help but wonder what another soapy cock must feel like.
playingforyou70
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I love using the strapon...
I am in the corner...watching Sherl, and waiting for my turn to use the strap on. Maybe I'll eat her pussy while I'm waiting...
I am in the corner...watching Sherl, and waiting for my turn to use the strap on. Maybe I'll eat her pussy while I'm waiting...
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Depending on my mood it changes however for the majority of the time it's me substituting for a dear friend of mine who is a part time stripper on the weekends.
She's sick and had asked me to cover for a Bachelor Party where she was to dance 3 to 5 songs depending on how much she felt comfortable taking off. Each song she was to charge $200 and then anything " more " than the 5th song was of course extra $$$$
I asked her what " extras " would she provide and she said it was often depending if she was in the mood or if the groom and best man were cute or hunky. She'd often give a blowjob with everyone watching and would charge an additional $1K !!!
Hmmmmm .......... I convinced my husband that I would only do the bare minimum of 3 songs which would be me dancing topless with my thongs still left on. He knows the feeling of having a Bachelor Party messed up by an unexpected illness on the girl's part so he allowed me to fill in this one time.
Of course I wore my sexiest dress and brought along lingerie for the 3 songs I was going to dance to. Never fails that the groom and best man AND the other 6 guys at the party were all sooooo sooooo handsome and well built
I"d be soo worked up already by the time I imagine myself dancing to the 3 songs. Seeing the look of lust on the 8 guy's faces and noticing each of them having a nice bulge in their pants sure was making me want to dance a couple more songs and ............ then some
She's sick and had asked me to cover for a Bachelor Party where she was to dance 3 to 5 songs depending on how much she felt comfortable taking off. Each song she was to charge $200 and then anything " more " than the 5th song was of course extra $$$$
I asked her what " extras " would she provide and she said it was often depending if she was in the mood or if the groom and best man were cute or hunky. She'd often give a blowjob with everyone watching and would charge an additional $1K !!!
Hmmmmm .......... I convinced my husband that I would only do the bare minimum of 3 songs which would be me dancing topless with my thongs still left on. He knows the feeling of having a Bachelor Party messed up by an unexpected illness on the girl's part so he allowed me to fill in this one time.
Of course I wore my sexiest dress and brought along lingerie for the 3 songs I was going to dance to. Never fails that the groom and best man AND the other 6 guys at the party were all sooooo sooooo handsome and well built
I"d be soo worked up already by the time I imagine myself dancing to the 3 songs. Seeing the look of lust on the 8 guy's faces and noticing each of them having a nice bulge in their pants sure was making me want to dance a couple more songs and ............ then some
nancypanties
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Being squirted on, or playing with a girl who gets very very wet. Masturbating while wearing her soaked underwear while I lick her...
Depending on my mood it changes however for the majority of the time it's me substituting for a dear friend of mine who is a part time stripper on the weekends.
She's sick and had asked me to cover for a Bachelor Party where she was to dance 3 to 5 songs depending on how much she felt comfortable taking off. Each song she was to charge $200 and then anything " more " than the 5th song was of course extra $$$$
I asked her what " extras " would she provide and she said it was often depending if she was in the mood or if the groom and best man were cute or hunky. She'd often give a blowjob with everyone watching and would charge an additional $1K !!!
Hmmmmm .......... I convinced my husband that I would only do the bare minimum of 3 songs which would be me dancing topless with my thongs still left on. He knows the feeling of having a Bachelor Party messed up by an unexpected illness on the girl's part so he allowed me to fill in this one time.
Of course I wore my sexiest dress and brought along lingerie for the 3 songs I was going to dance to. Never fails that the groom and best man AND the other 6 guys at the party were all sooooo sooooo handsome and well built
I"d be soo worked up already by the time I imagine myself dancing to the 3 songs. Seeing the look of lust on the 8 guy's faces and noticing each of them having a nice bulge in their pants sure was making me want to dance a couple more songs and ............ then some
I am best man at this bachelor party.
I have a new one. I am on all fours and daddy is fucking me and I a pleasing all his friends with my mouth. Daddy tells me I have to swallow every drop and all his friends tell him how lucky he is to have such a good little boy/girl that suck so well
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That is so hot
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My Kind Of Sex-Fantasy
This is a previously unpublished alternate extract from my Literotica story
www.literotica.com/s/cock-sucker-the-rakes-progress-02
'He leads me into his special room by the lead, and I follow, pulled along by my erection. Sure, I’m a little butterfly-in-the-gut wary as he proceeded to strap me into a bizarre device located in this ‘play-room’, in a position making my goose-pimple naked body-parts vulnerably-available to his whim. A tight knot in my stomach, a foreboding of dark and strange thoughts, but what he’s doing hits something deep inside me I didn’t know was there. Something that lives in the dark of my mind. This is all about his dominance over me. And more importantly, I need for him to get maximum pleasure from this. The aroused state of my cock tells him so, its colour deep-blushing into a rich crimson.
It’s not a new device. There are stains on it, human stains. He’s had some other boy strapped into this before me. I’ll be better. Like the anonymous earlier boy, I’m secured into a sloping frame, head conveniently fixed at low overhung groin-height for ease of unrestricted oral penetration, legs securely splayed to their maximum spread-limit, hips uptilted and raised presenting cock, balls, and puckered purged well-lubed arse inescapably wide open for his total use. Blindfolded too. An object for his absolute use, an arrangement of meat and orifices, relieved of all responsibility for what’s about to happen to me. Able to suck whatever is placed in my mouth, or use my anal muscles to squeeze whatever penetrates my bum, but nothing more. The feeling of being corrupted and led astray is a huge turn on. Any reservations I may have had evaporate quickly. It feels so good to be a slut. The experience goes on for some time. Hours, probably, it’s difficult to tell. He doesn’t speak throughout, and (although I have a ‘stop’ word I’m determined not to use) I’m instructed to remain silent. I hear the rustling of clothes as he undresses.
I feel his fingers on my down-hung cock. He wanks it slow and rhythmically until it’s ever stiffer than before. Then he loops a cord around my cock-head, pulling it tight so it bites slightly just beneath the ridge of the glans. He levers my cock downwards, and attaches a weight to the chord, so it’s holding my cock down, stretching it a little. Then a second weight, pulling and stretching it further. Then a third until its strained to the maximum, the head bulging and purpling. Then he circles a cord around my scrotum so my balls stand out redly. He adds a weight to this, then another, until my balls are also straining at full length. I’m unable even to squirm to relieve the intensity racing through my body. A moment’s respite, then I feel a segmented dildo sliding into my anus. Inch by inch, until once it’s in all the way, as far as it will go, there’s a ratchet device he begins to turn, and it expands inside me, growing bigger, forcing my anal muscles outwards. Once at its maximum it begins to vibrate inside me. The combination of sensations is excruciatingly intense. My cock is drooling and dripping pre-come in a trickle that gathers in a small pool on the floor beneath. I’m unable to move as the shocks course through my most intimate erogenous zones.
Then he slaps his cock sharply unexpectedly across my face, rubs its smeary-moist tip over my cheeks and nose, then fucks it crudely into my mouth deeply but briefly – he’s big, not the biggest I’ve ever had, but by now I’ve learned some tricks, I can take it like the whore I am. He thrusts it in again. I’m unable to move my head, he has absolute control over how deep it goes, I feel a small amount of discomfort and panic. Then he forces it in all the way, and he’s holding there. I can feel his balls crushed up against me. I’m unable to breath. I’m getting light-headed. So when he eases back only slightly, it feels good. He’s obliging me that way. Grateful for his leniency I suck it hungrily and messily. Then he withdraws, pivots me around, removed the dildo, and takes long slow thrusts into my arse, sliding in deeply all the way. The warm solid cock feels good after the chill plastic. After a vigorous fucking he leaves me alone for a short spell. A brinkmanship presumably intended to spin out the experience for as long as he can. Holding back his own orgasm.
Then he repeats it, over and over. At one point he’s totally impaled in me anally, and stays there perfectly still as he releases my cock from its tight cord, and concentrates on bringing me off with his hands, none too gently. The double-sensation of full penetration, combined with the general weirdness, and him roughly groping my balls and squeeze-jerking my cock rapidly acts on me to produce an intense juddering climax, until I go off like a gusher. As my hips are positioned higher than my head, he directs the long squirts down over my stomach and chest until they subside. But the convulsions surging through me must be transmitting to his embedded cock, clenching and clutching at it, because I can feel its pulsing response deep inside my gut. He withdraws it hastily, before the intimate attention sets off his own premature orgasm. Following ejaculation my scrotum is distended. His hand clamps around it, forcing the testicle-eggs to the bottom of their flesh-envelope, making them stand out round and red. He then proceeds to pull downwards to the extreme limit of its elasticity. The sensation is excruciating. Unable to move, I can do nothing other than endure his cruel attentions, gasping over the sound of my wild heartbeat. Beads of sweat stand out on my forehead. He then forces my straining balls back between my splayed legs, as far as the crease of my arse. He can go no further, but rolls them back and forth across the perspiring skin. It’s only when he tires of the game that he releases it, and my aching scrotum retracts back to hang properly. My relief is short-lived as he switches his lascivious attentions to the shaft of my weeping penis. My aching abused member unloads spurting jets of spunk with almost painful intensity.
It’s not yet over. I can’t be sure, but again I think I’m hearing whispered voices and suddenly I’m being fucked by what seems to be a different cock. I can’t be sure, there might even have been a third. It’s difficult to tell, these were both more frenzied fucks switching from mouth to anus. Yes, there are now two guys, because they’re completing with each other to see who can get their cocks furthest down my throat, with complete disregard to my breathing. I get light-headed as my throat is stuffed so full of cock, fat balls smothering my nose so I’m unable to inhale, as they wriggle and thrust deeper. Until they unload deep inside me. While when Raoul comes, twice, he does it over my face and into my open mouth, dripping and dribbling over me like a leaky tap for long moments after the initial copious cascade has finished. I’m left spattered in cooling sperm I can’t wipe – my own as well as his, and lubricant, but the breathy constrained helplessness has got me all fired up. When he finally unstraps me I almost fall to the floor, jelly-legged but glowing.
There is Raoul, and a grinning naked friend slouched there beside him. My face is messy with dribbling spunk, my bottom feels tender, my cock is inflamed and red with the mawling and manhandling it’s been subjected two. My hands are manacled behind my back. Raoul affixes the lead to my cock-ring and jerks me to my feet, pulling me by it – walking awkwardly, half hobbling, through to the wet-room where he indicates I’m to squat. I sink down, my legs apart as I’ve been taught to, my head back and mouth open. Raoul stands over me, his limp – but still impressively big cock hanging an inch from my mouth. His friend stands in the background, watching. I wait, anticipating he’ll require yet another blowjob. But no, after a few moments I see his cock flex, and he begins pissing, directly into my open mouth. The rich yellow urine-stream hits my tongue and the back of my mouth and surges out over my teeth and lips, down my chin in a continuous deluge. I daren’t move, I stay there, swallowing involuntarily as it drenches me. He reaches down and plays the stream over my face, my nose, my hair, then back into my mouth. He steps back and plays it down my body so its warm jet is spraying directly onto my own cock and balls, then back up again, closer this time, directly into my mouth. His friend is laughing delightedly at my humiliation. Eventually, after what seems like forever, the piss-stream reduces down to a trickle. It’s then he puts it into my mouth with a single-word command ‘suck’, and miserably I suck away the final piss-spurts as I feel it trickling down my body, my hair limp and saturated, piss drip-drip-dripping off my body onto the tiles, the odour of it filling my nostrils. I stay in the same position, scared to move in case it provokes his displeasure, and I suck, my mouth awash with his urine…
I feel wretched. Is this really what it’s all about…?'
This is a previously unpublished alternate extract from my Literotica story
www.literotica.com/s/cock-sucker-the-rakes-progress-02
'He leads me into his special room by the lead, and I follow, pulled along by my erection. Sure, I’m a little butterfly-in-the-gut wary as he proceeded to strap me into a bizarre device located in this ‘play-room’, in a position making my goose-pimple naked body-parts vulnerably-available to his whim. A tight knot in my stomach, a foreboding of dark and strange thoughts, but what he’s doing hits something deep inside me I didn’t know was there. Something that lives in the dark of my mind. This is all about his dominance over me. And more importantly, I need for him to get maximum pleasure from this. The aroused state of my cock tells him so, its colour deep-blushing into a rich crimson.
It’s not a new device. There are stains on it, human stains. He’s had some other boy strapped into this before me. I’ll be better. Like the anonymous earlier boy, I’m secured into a sloping frame, head conveniently fixed at low overhung groin-height for ease of unrestricted oral penetration, legs securely splayed to their maximum spread-limit, hips uptilted and raised presenting cock, balls, and puckered purged well-lubed arse inescapably wide open for his total use. Blindfolded too. An object for his absolute use, an arrangement of meat and orifices, relieved of all responsibility for what’s about to happen to me. Able to suck whatever is placed in my mouth, or use my anal muscles to squeeze whatever penetrates my bum, but nothing more. The feeling of being corrupted and led astray is a huge turn on. Any reservations I may have had evaporate quickly. It feels so good to be a slut. The experience goes on for some time. Hours, probably, it’s difficult to tell. He doesn’t speak throughout, and (although I have a ‘stop’ word I’m determined not to use) I’m instructed to remain silent. I hear the rustling of clothes as he undresses.
I feel his fingers on my down-hung cock. He wanks it slow and rhythmically until it’s ever stiffer than before. Then he loops a cord around my cock-head, pulling it tight so it bites slightly just beneath the ridge of the glans. He levers my cock downwards, and attaches a weight to the chord, so it’s holding my cock down, stretching it a little. Then a second weight, pulling and stretching it further. Then a third until its strained to the maximum, the head bulging and purpling. Then he circles a cord around my scrotum so my balls stand out redly. He adds a weight to this, then another, until my balls are also straining at full length. I’m unable even to squirm to relieve the intensity racing through my body. A moment’s respite, then I feel a segmented dildo sliding into my anus. Inch by inch, until once it’s in all the way, as far as it will go, there’s a ratchet device he begins to turn, and it expands inside me, growing bigger, forcing my anal muscles outwards. Once at its maximum it begins to vibrate inside me. The combination of sensations is excruciatingly intense. My cock is drooling and dripping pre-come in a trickle that gathers in a small pool on the floor beneath. I’m unable to move as the shocks course through my most intimate erogenous zones.
Then he slaps his cock sharply unexpectedly across my face, rubs its smeary-moist tip over my cheeks and nose, then fucks it crudely into my mouth deeply but briefly – he’s big, not the biggest I’ve ever had, but by now I’ve learned some tricks, I can take it like the whore I am. He thrusts it in again. I’m unable to move my head, he has absolute control over how deep it goes, I feel a small amount of discomfort and panic. Then he forces it in all the way, and he’s holding there. I can feel his balls crushed up against me. I’m unable to breath. I’m getting light-headed. So when he eases back only slightly, it feels good. He’s obliging me that way. Grateful for his leniency I suck it hungrily and messily. Then he withdraws, pivots me around, removed the dildo, and takes long slow thrusts into my arse, sliding in deeply all the way. The warm solid cock feels good after the chill plastic. After a vigorous fucking he leaves me alone for a short spell. A brinkmanship presumably intended to spin out the experience for as long as he can. Holding back his own orgasm.
Then he repeats it, over and over. At one point he’s totally impaled in me anally, and stays there perfectly still as he releases my cock from its tight cord, and concentrates on bringing me off with his hands, none too gently. The double-sensation of full penetration, combined with the general weirdness, and him roughly groping my balls and squeeze-jerking my cock rapidly acts on me to produce an intense juddering climax, until I go off like a gusher. As my hips are positioned higher than my head, he directs the long squirts down over my stomach and chest until they subside. But the convulsions surging through me must be transmitting to his embedded cock, clenching and clutching at it, because I can feel its pulsing response deep inside my gut. He withdraws it hastily, before the intimate attention sets off his own premature orgasm. Following ejaculation my scrotum is distended. His hand clamps around it, forcing the testicle-eggs to the bottom of their flesh-envelope, making them stand out round and red. He then proceeds to pull downwards to the extreme limit of its elasticity. The sensation is excruciating. Unable to move, I can do nothing other than endure his cruel attentions, gasping over the sound of my wild heartbeat. Beads of sweat stand out on my forehead. He then forces my straining balls back between my splayed legs, as far as the crease of my arse. He can go no further, but rolls them back and forth across the perspiring skin. It’s only when he tires of the game that he releases it, and my aching scrotum retracts back to hang properly. My relief is short-lived as he switches his lascivious attentions to the shaft of my weeping penis. My aching abused member unloads spurting jets of spunk with almost painful intensity.
It’s not yet over. I can’t be sure, but again I think I’m hearing whispered voices and suddenly I’m being fucked by what seems to be a different cock. I can’t be sure, there might even have been a third. It’s difficult to tell, these were both more frenzied fucks switching from mouth to anus. Yes, there are now two guys, because they’re completing with each other to see who can get their cocks furthest down my throat, with complete disregard to my breathing. I get light-headed as my throat is stuffed so full of cock, fat balls smothering my nose so I’m unable to inhale, as they wriggle and thrust deeper. Until they unload deep inside me. While when Raoul comes, twice, he does it over my face and into my open mouth, dripping and dribbling over me like a leaky tap for long moments after the initial copious cascade has finished. I’m left spattered in cooling sperm I can’t wipe – my own as well as his, and lubricant, but the breathy constrained helplessness has got me all fired up. When he finally unstraps me I almost fall to the floor, jelly-legged but glowing.
There is Raoul, and a grinning naked friend slouched there beside him. My face is messy with dribbling spunk, my bottom feels tender, my cock is inflamed and red with the mawling and manhandling it’s been subjected two. My hands are manacled behind my back. Raoul affixes the lead to my cock-ring and jerks me to my feet, pulling me by it – walking awkwardly, half hobbling, through to the wet-room where he indicates I’m to squat. I sink down, my legs apart as I’ve been taught to, my head back and mouth open. Raoul stands over me, his limp – but still impressively big cock hanging an inch from my mouth. His friend stands in the background, watching. I wait, anticipating he’ll require yet another blowjob. But no, after a few moments I see his cock flex, and he begins pissing, directly into my open mouth. The rich yellow urine-stream hits my tongue and the back of my mouth and surges out over my teeth and lips, down my chin in a continuous deluge. I daren’t move, I stay there, swallowing involuntarily as it drenches me. He reaches down and plays the stream over my face, my nose, my hair, then back into my mouth. He steps back and plays it down my body so its warm jet is spraying directly onto my own cock and balls, then back up again, closer this time, directly into my mouth. His friend is laughing delightedly at my humiliation. Eventually, after what seems like forever, the piss-stream reduces down to a trickle. It’s then he puts it into my mouth with a single-word command ‘suck’, and miserably I suck away the final piss-spurts as I feel it trickling down my body, my hair limp and saturated, piss drip-drip-dripping off my body onto the tiles, the odour of it filling my nostrils. I stay in the same position, scared to move in case it provokes his displeasure, and I suck, my mouth awash with his urine…
I feel wretched. Is this really what it’s all about…?'
4yourpleasureiam
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when daughter and her husband get ready to go out, her in those super tight jeans showing that nice round ass and that top big ass tits with big nipples so hot, and he has a big blog in front man love to make it a threesome.
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my my, you are naughty indeed!
