One thing that lots of guys seem to skip out on is foreplay. And yet, it’s probably one of the most important parts of sex. It’s how we, the women, get wetties in our panties. It’s what turns us on or off. It’s an all or nothing thing. That being said, I can’t stand how I always wind up in bed with men who can’t make my pussy soak through my panties. No, they go straight for the pounding with their cocks already erect – no chance to acclimate. It’s one of the main frustrations I have with my husband. He always asks if I cum. I’m honest. No, I didn’t. You didn’t spend enough time working me into a frenzy.

Well, one evening, I guess he’d had just about enough of this issue. When we got ready to go to sleep, he was spooning me. I could feel his rock-hard cock probing my ass cheeks and thighs. I knew he wanted me. But still, he kept quiet and still. Yet, the probing of his erect cock against my body and his warm, rough hands gently caressing my body were getting me hot and heavy. Eventually, this play evolved into him teasing my pussy. He pressed his dick lightly between my legs, against the lips of my pussy. Every now and then, he’d caress my ass with his hands, or run the head of his cock along the rounds of it. Then, I felt him slide his fingers inside the crotch. They moved back and forth, gliding against the soaked folds of my pussy. He pushed one of my legs forward for easier access. I fully expected him to slide his throbbing cock right on in, but he didn’t.

He slipped his entire length and thickness inside my panties, but not in my pussy. The thick, long column of his cock covered my pussy’s entire slit. He began bucking his hips back and forth, his dick sliding along my aching, needy, wet folds over and over again. I couldn’t help but moan. He covered my mouth with his hand. “Shhhhh,” he whispered as he sped up his hip movements. He squeezed my legs tightly around his pulsing, engorged length. There was no escape from the teasing pleasure that engulfed my feverish cunt. His hands covered my tits, fingers pinching my nipples mercilessly. His breathing, hot as fire, brushed relentlessly against the back of my neck.

I begged him to put it inside so he could fill my pussy to the brim with his erection. But he refused. He seemed to enjoy my pleasure induced agony far too much to ease up, to give me a break. Finally, he stopped pumping himself back and forth between my legs. He just remained still, making me ache even more. “I just want you to feel what you do to me. Just for a second,” he whispered. His cock, thick and veiny with arousal, pulsed against the lips of my pussy. Oh, I could feel it. When he finally pulled himself away to peel off my panties, a slick string of my juices had soaked my panties. A spot of my cum strung itself from the fabric to my pussy. He grinned and laughed, “Satisfied?”


After a long, hard workout at the gym, I headed home to get a shower. My boyfriend was in the kitchen, making a turkey sandwich or something. He gave that look – the one that says “I want you,” without words. I was still dripping with sweat, my skin glittering with perspiration. I pressed my ass against his crotch, feeling his cock become erect as I got a glass of water. Oh, but I had to take a shower. I kissed his cheek and told him maybe later. If there’s one thing that turns me on more than anything, it’s being a tease. And my boyfriend can’t resist a tease.

So I went into the shower, turned on the hot water so it was almost scalding, and undressed. I sang one of my favorite tunes as loud as I could. After a great day, why the fuck not? Besides, singing in the shower is sort of a mating call for me. And I wanted a certain shower buddy to join me. As I rubbed my body down with soap, I heard the bathroom door open. I peeked through the curtain to see him undressing himself. A rich lather of white soap covered my skin, washing down my tits and thighs. As his cock sprung free of his boxers, my pussy electrified with arousal. The fever of sexual desire blossomed from the tip of my clit to the base of my belly like a rose bud just awakening.

He stepped into the shower with me. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft of his cock, gently tugging the thin layer of flesh up and down. He moaned voraciously, throwing his head back as though my touch relieved him. But the animal within him awakened quickly. He grabbed my shoulders, turned me around, and slid his cock up and down the slit of my ass crack. His hands gripped at the perfect rounds of its cheeks. This man couldn’t resist my ass, even if he tried. He knealt down and bit it, smacking my wet, bare ass with the palm of his hand. It jiggled pleasantly. This kind of rough play is utterly irresistible to me. He stuck a finger inside my tight asshole, causing my pussy to clinch from the mixture of surprise, pain, and pleasure. Then, he teased me with head of his cock.

First, he slowly slipped the head inside. I sucked a breath through my teeth to calm the ache. Then, he pushed himself all the way inside to his hilt. The length created a deep, achy fullness and the thickness was almost unbearable. He began pumping back and forth, taking his cock away before sliding it all the way inside again. I reached down and rubbed my clit, feeling my slippery juices cover my pussy. The water pounded comfortingly on my back. We went on this way for so long, I could barely continue to stand up. He finally came, filling my asshole up with his scalding hot juices. When he finished, and I cleaned myself up, he said, “You shouldn’t sing in the shower like that. Someone might hear you.” Oh, if he only knew.

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When I was in college, I used to work at this ice cream parlor during the summer. This super cute girl used to work there too. She had dark brown eyes, perfect, plush lips that were always glossed pink, and long, soft hair. The thing that really had me from the time I met her was her lips, though. They were the essence of perfection. Not only did I want to kiss them, but I also wanted to feel them closed up around my cock. I wanted them pulling at it from base to shaft to head. I mean, every guy wants a good blow job, right?

One day, we both got to go on break at the same time. She asked if she could hitch a ride with me to the bank to deposit her paycheck. I happily obliged, and she was grateful. Once we got back to the parlor, we had some time to kill before we needed to clock in. So, we sat in the car and chatted for a few moments. Turns out that not only was this girl hot, but she was also pretty funny. I thoroughly enjoyed the time I spent with her. Although, I had a difficult time focusing on what she was saying at times. For the most part, I watched her lips move when she talked.

She asked if there was anything she could do to repay me for the ride. Obviously, I had a few ideas in mind. But I didn’t say them out loud. “So, what I can I do to repay you?” she asked with a smile on her face. “Gas money? Ice cream on me? A blow job?” She said that last one jokingly. But I guess that the look on my face told her that a blow job was exactly what I wanted. She giggled. “So I guess ice cream is on you, actually. I’ll take one cocksicle, please.” She battered her eyelashes. I could feel the blood rush down to my cock, making it hard. It pushed against the crotch of my workpants and she noticed. She ducked down, unzipped the fly, and dug my heated, thick dick from my pants. Wrapping her soft lips tightly around the head, she looked at me sweetly. Then, she took my entire length as far down her throat as she could without gagging. “You’re a big boy,” she stated hoarsely. As she continued bobbing her head up and down with her lips sleeved around my shaft, the insane pressure began building up and pushing toward the head. I was about to climax. The veins in my cock were thick and noticeable, and my body tingled all over from the incredible dazzling pleasure.

She slobbered all over my cock, making a sexy mess of her saliva. I continued to relax in the front seat of my car, trying to control the urge to pump it harder into her mouth. When I came, I released into her mouth by accident. I apologized. But she smiled and winked. “It’s fine. Cocksicle’s my favorite flavor. Treat me again sometime.”


Talk about a bad day. The other day, I had made plans for my wife and I to have a hot date. We hadn’t enjoyed much time together. Being married means dealing with work, bills, and kids if you have them. So I hired a babysitter to watch our children while we went on this date. Turns out, my wife served me with a file for divorce the day before we’re supposed have our hot date. Still, I fully planned on cashing in with the babysitter. If I’m getting served, I’m having a night out with the boys. I’m shitfaced. Maybe I’d even hire her on till the next morning if need be.

So, when she came over, I told her my plans. She agreed to stay. “Maybe I’ll even have to babysit you, if you come home too drunk,” she said, giggling and winking. “Just don’t take advantage of me,” I replied playfully as I walked out the door. Although, I wouldn’t mind this woman taking advantage of me at all. Who can resist a nineteen-year-old with bouncy, perky tits, long black hair, and appetizing lips? No one. She was the type of girl that could turn a straight girl into a lesbian. I’m talking Megan Fox hot.

So, I went out with the guys. We had a great time. I didn’t come back until about three in the morning. The kids were already put to bed. She’d bathed them, fed them, and read them bedtime stories. I crawled into bed, asking her to stay the night since I was under the influence. Well, wasted actually. “Want me to make your night a little better?” she asked flirtatiously, crawling into bed with me. “Sure,” I replied, anticipating what she meant by this. She straddled my torso, unbuttoning my shirt and rubbing my chest. She kissed my mouth, delving her tongue between my lips. “Well, since I’m babysitting, I may as well face sit, too.” She crawled up so her pussy was hovering over my face. I could smell her, and pressure built up inside of my cock. I pulled the crotch of her panties aside. “I can even call you ‘Daddy,’ if you want,” she purred. I was sold on that. I pulled her down toward my face, gently licking the edges of her folds and the tip of her clit. I teased her with my tongue, jerking her pussy closer to my face so I could delve it deeper into fragile, sensitive edges of flesh that hovered just above my face. She moaned over and over again, quiet, begging moans that wouldn’t wake the kids.

“Make me cum, Daddy,” she whimpered softly as the strokes of my tongue became more intense. I applied more pressure to her pussy, sucking on the sweet folds and teasing the aching clit with my teeth. I watched her grasp and caress her tits from below. Her nipples were hardened – perfect little cherries. Finally, she came – her cream dipping on face like icing. I will hire her again – and recommend her for any man going through a shitty divorce