So Much Cum To Give (ASMR)

I got home from work a little after 5, and it took 30 seconds before my phone rang. "Hello lover, how are you?" Roxanne's warm voice purred at me. "Feeling better now that I am hearing your sexy voice." "My parents are fast asleep, I picked them up at the airport at 3 PM, it was a very tiring flight, and they will be getting over jet lag. They are basically dead to the world, and since your iceberg is not home yet, I'll be right over." In less than a minute, I heard the knock on the door, looked out, and saw Roxanne smiling at me, I quickly let her in. She stepped up, and growled, "Yeah, you want my cunt, don't you? Maybe I don't feel like it! If you want it, you'll have to take it!" She marched past me haughtily, my eyes following her hungrily. Roxanne was wearing a tight skirt that climbed 6 inches above her knees, a tight silk blouse that accentuated the fact that she was bra-less, outlining her figure, the firm up-thrust

Note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. Note 2: Some readers have commented on certain inconsistencies in Aunt Peg's narration of her past. This was meant to be intentional, much like how it is in real life and to show the dynamics of the relationship. This chapter attempts to show the thought process behind it. * * * * * Tyler sat on the bed as his Aunt offered him her hand and asked him to join her in the shower. "Aunt Peg... Can I ask you something first?" Tyler asked. Peg laughed. "You're full of questions. What is it this time?" She moved to sit on the bed beside him "Errr... don't get mad... it's just, some of your stories don't match." "Meaning?" Peg asked starting to get a little defensive. "It's just... maybe I misheard or I don't remember correctly... but you once said you had never done watersports...and you wanted to try. Then you said Dad and you used to do it... and just earli

"Ok class. Wonderful work today, I think we're all happy with the results. Now for next week, I'm taking a new direction. We've all known each other for some time, and we've grown more comfortable with each other. So what I'd like you to do is to split into groups, and work together. The theme is going to be 'Naked', it's up to you which direction you want to take this but don't be afraid to explore new areas and push your limits. As I've already said a million times, pushing our boundaries is what makes art so raw! So yeah, have a great weekend, and I'll see you again on Friday." I'd been going to art classes for almost a year now, it's my way of escaping reality. When I paint, I only focus on what I'm seeing, and I forgot about the rest of the world. I've also made quite a few friends here, most of us are in our late 20s or early 30s, and we all love to get together after class for a glass of wine. "Hey, Amy

Tereza was topless, tanning in her string bikini and waiting for the handsome repairman Raul. Raul always made her juices flow. Soon she heard a whisper. "Wow, nice knockers." Tereza giggled and sat up, exposing her plump tits and long nipples. She turned to greet handsome Raul— And saw her BROTHER! "Dammit Jakob!" Tereza covered herself. "Don't look at my tits and, where's Raul?" "Don't know, don't care. Dad sent me on the service call." Jakob grinned." But sis you got an AWESOME pair of knockers." Tereza flipped him off, noticing the lump in front of her brother's cut-offs. "Really Jakob, you got a boner from looking at me! Your own sister?" "Yep." Jakob set down his tool bag, and Tereza saw his eyes checking out her half-naked body. "Wow sis, you're so gorgeous and sexy you could be a swimsuit model?" Tereza's red anger turned into a pink blush. "Really Jakob? You reall

My turn was next in this dreaded Monopoly game, and just having shot my load for the second time, I was exhausted and ready for it to be over. I told the group I was going to bed, but Nick stepped in and said, "Come on man -- let's just do one more round!" So begrudgingly, I rolled the dice. I was so close to passing "Go" but instead ran straight into Boardwalk. Looking around, I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach when I noticed that it was owned by Drew. "Oh shit!" I thought. My best friend had promised revenge when I'd tried to make him suck my cock, and now I'd just fucked his girlfriend in front of everyone on the trip. Drew smiled as he walked over me, his big, thick dick leading the way. "You're gonna get it now," he said. "You think you can force me to suck your pathetic cock and then fuck my girlfriend? You are figuratively and literally FUCKED!" I whimpered as I cowered beneath my best friend, but also could

This is submitted for the Literotica 750 Word Project 2021. When your spouse cheats on you, and once you get over the pain and shock, you begin to think you might be invisible. At least, you seem invisible to them. Everywhere around you life goes on, but not for you. There are stories here that will tell you the only way to get over it is to climb back on the horse, but the truth is what gets you through it is the love of friends and family. That's what makes you feel visible again. A story about friends supporting one of their own in 750 words. >>> >>> >>> It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was having the first of my three-beer limit. Jeff sat down opposite me at the table. "What a week!" No sooner does he say it that he realizes the irony of it. "Sorry, man. I wasn't thinking." I just smiled and waved it off. I'd known Jeff since we were kids in school, and he is as good hearted and as loyal as a friend can be. "Have y

*** Break Down *** Michelle finished washing, following with a mouthful of Listerine. She saw the bottle was nearly empty and hoped one of her caretakers would show up soon to replace it. Three more men used her that day, though none of them matched Dylan's friend's description. As soon as the digital clock reached four zeroes, a compartment opened in the rear corner of the booth, allowing a bed to appear. The redhead ate the paste designed for FACs before laying down and falling asleep immediately. "Michael!" Michelle's eyes shot awake, and when she sat up, she realised her cheeks were wet with tears. Then, she was confused - she had already forgotten the name that left her lips. Once she wiped her cheeks, she saw the digital clock reading eight in the morning and smiled in excitement. Another day of serving men as a convenient relief station. She got up out of bed, causing the mattress to fold back into the wall, before crossing the threshold to the small stal