Published Sex Stories

Joe on the Road

wirepaladin2000 on Sex Stories

Country roads take me home; I’m humming the John Denver song, the radio’s off, I’m making my own music like I do a lot of the time when I’m driving. When I take off on a journey it’s always Willie and On the road again, sometimes, when I’m cruising during the day I’m with Tim McGraw going Everywhere, but at night, on a lonely country road it’s always Denver.

And I am on a country road, two lanes of mcadam, a single white line down the middle but it’s not taking me home, I’m in the west part of Missouri really not heading anywhere in particular, I had a vague notion of turning north in Kansas, wandering through the Dakotas, but maybe not.

I like the backroads of America, the interstate system is great if you want to get from point A to point B the fastest but they’re homogenized. Flo

Should I Submit To James Part 4

M. Twain on Gay Stories

When I awoke the next morning, I was laying on my side, James laying behind me, his body pressed against mine. I could feel his rock hard cock pressing into the small of my back. His hand was resting on my upper thigh right below my ass and just inches from my own raging hard-on. I could tell by James’ steady breathing that he was still sound asleep.

I thought of our love making the previous evening and my cock involuntarily twitched. My mind was reeling with mixed emotions. Until recently, I was a normal, healthy heterosexual male confident in my manhood. Now, lying here next to James, I felt warm, cozy, and inexplicably feminine. I no longer pondered my next conquest, but rather lie here wondering, and hoping, James would take me again when he woke up.

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p>An overwhelming urge to urinate disrupted my thoughts and I gently worked my way out of bed so as not to awaken him. After I relieved myself, I stood before the bathroom mirror and took stock of my body. My small, thin frame was certainly more womanish than it was he-man, and the fact that I worked out made my pecs look like the chest of a teenage girl just starting to blossom. With my thin waist, tiny ass, and long legs, my naked body could be mistaken for that of a prepubescent girl if it weren’t for the penis dangling between my legs and the sparse chest hair.

I brought my hands to my chest and massaged my breasts causing my nipples to spring to attention. My thumbs caressed their erectness for a couple of seconds and then followed my hands as they traced the soft womanly curves down the sides of my body to my upper thighs. I looked down at my stomach and admired the small taut surface with the slight trace of a six pack.

Suddenly I felt two hands on my hips and jumped, startled from my self inspection. James kissed me on the neck from behind.

“Good morning! Admiring yourself?” He asked jokingly as he moved to the toilet bowl.

“Just curious what it is about me that turns you on.” I replied over my shoulder as I made my way back to bed and crawled under the covers.

“Everything so far.” He replied, appearing in the bathroom doorway with a huge smile on his face.

I noticed that his erection didn’t disappear with his morning piss and he glanced down at it for a second and then looked back at me with a mischievous grin.

“How about a little something to start the day? he asked, and without waiting for a reply he took two long quick strides and launched himself onto the bed from about ten feet away. He landed on his knees on the edge of the bed, bounced, and in one fluid motion landed on top of me, straddling me at the waist. While I was laughing at this playful side I hadn’t seen before, he grabbed my wrists and pinned my arms to the bed above my head. Holding both of my wrists with one hand, he raised his ass and, reaching behind his back, tore the blanket out from between us. He settled his ass lightly on my midsection and looked down at me. Grinning up at him with what I hoped was a seductive look I asked, “So what do you have in mind?”

James’ face suddenly became serious. No, not serious, passionate! He stared into my eyes and I into his for what seemed like any eternity. Then he slowly bent his head and covered my mouth with his.

The first time he tried to kiss me I turned my head away. Last night, in the throes of passion (or so I had convinced myself), I had kissed him. Was I ready to ignore my inhibitions and return the passion? These thoughts all ran through my mind in a split second as I parted my lips and let his hungry tongue probe mine. He kissed me long and passionately. He released my wrists and cupped the sides of my face in both hands while continuing to probe my mouth. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and pulled him tighter to me. His hands ran up the side of my face, his fingers running through my hair. He gently kissed my forehead, my eyes, and the tip of my nose. He nibbled and sucked on my earlobe before probing my ear with his tongue.

I was in total ecstasy. My body was tingling from head to toe. Our cocks were pressed together and I could feel them both throbbing, wanting more. He worked his way down to my neck both sucking and nibbling in just the right places. I massaged his shoulders and then worked my way down to the small of his back lightly scratching and rubbing it before doing the same to his buttocks. He moaned with pleasure and turned his body sideways to give me access to his cock and balls. As he sucked on my nipples, raising goose bumps on my entire body, I alternated stroking his throbbing member and massaging his balls in the palm of my hands.

He worked his way down my stomach and took my blood engorged penis in his mouth and down his throat. He slowly sucked the length from base to tip causing my body to spasm and my hips to buck, wanting an orgasm. He grabbed the base of my cock and squeezed it causing the sensation to subside. He then took the sensitive tip of my cock in his mouth and worked it with his tongue bringing me back to the brink of orgasm before again backing off.

I was begging him to let me cum when he got up off the bed. He grabbed my ankles and dragged me to the edge of the bed. Holding my ankles up in the air with one hand, he lubed my asshole with something on the nightstand and slowly entered me. My whole body was on a hair trigger and the sensation of his throbbing cock deep inside my ass almost sent me over the edge. I grabbed my legs behind the knees and held them up in the air as he slammed his meat to me, his balls making an audible noise as they slapped against my ass. He had lubed his hand and reached around and started masturbating my cock as his strokes picked up speed. It didn’t take long before my body stiffened and convulsed as I had the most powerful orgasm of my life.

As gob after gob of my cum shot back over my shoulder, James let out a grunt like moan and I felt his throbbing cock filling me with his hot steamy love juice. Feeling both orgasms simultaneously was incredible and I realized that James had planned it that way.

James pulled his cock out of my ass and I used my elbows to get my whole body back on the bed. James climbed back into bed and lay on top of me. I spread my legs so he could lay between them. He was resting on his elbows and looking at me with a smile on his face. He bent his head to kiss me and I put my hand on the back of his neck pulling him toward me and reciprocated.

James raised his head and smiled. “I have a proposition for you.” he said. Let’s go get some breakfast and talk about it.

TIED TO THE TABLE (Cuckold, slut wife)

wifwat on Wife Stories

TIED TO THE TABLE (Cuckold, slut wife)
by
WIFE WATCHER (c) AKA wifwat


One evening my husband Tom asked if he could tie me naked to the kitchen table and fuck me. It seemed a bit silly but if that would make him happy, I didn't mind. He stripped me naked, blindfolded me and put a gag around my mouth. Bent me forward across the table, spread my legs wide and tied each ankle to a table leg. I was laying across the table with my arms either side of my head and my hands clutching the far edge of the table (It was a narrow table.). He then put rope around my wrists and tied the ends of the rope to the table legs on the far side. When I was trussed up like that, I found it to be quite stimulating. Especially with my legs pulled wide open, I
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could feel my pussy lips being stretched open as well and this was causing my juices to flow. He gave me a good fucking and I quite enjoyed it and he was really thrilled by it.

The following week he had a few days off work, so on the Wednesday morning, he asked if he could do it again. I said don't you think it's a bit early in the day. But as he was obviously feeling randy, I agreed. He tied me as before, including the blindfold and gag. He had just started fucking me, when the phone rang. We have a wall mounted phone and he could reach it without breaking his rhythm. It was Alice from over the road, her husband Bill was trapped under a load of lumber, not hurt but couldn't get out. So Tom said that he would go over and help.

"I wont be long." he said.

I replied "Wumf Umfl argh wwwff." which meant untie me but with the gag in my mouth I couldn't speak.

"It's OK, I'll only be a few minutes." and off he went.

I was laying there, trussed up like a turkey waiting to be stuffed when the thought occurred to me that my bottom was facing the door to the hallway and if the postman looked through the letterbox, he would see right up the hall and right up me. That idea started to turn me on and I was feeling quite sexy when I thought that I heard a squeak, then another, then another, then it stopped.
Then I thought that I heard the door to the garden open but I wasn't sure. Then I felt hands on my hips and something rubbing across my pussy lips. Oooh it did feel nice. Tom must have come in the back way and was continuing where he had left off. Oh yes, I was enjoying this feeling as the cock started to push it's way between my lips and go deeper inside my pussy. In, out. In, out. Gently fucking me deeper with each stroke. Then faster and faster, my climax was building as the cock shot it's hot spunk into me. My climax kicked into action as I came and came.

It was lovely, Tom had never fucked me so delightfully before.
I said "Wumf Umfl argh wwwff." but there was no reply, only the sound of the door opening and closing. I couldn't understand what Tom was up to but I just lay here revelling in the after glow of a good fucking. Then I heard the door again, then hands on my hips, a cock entering my pussy but his time it was a fast and furious fuck. It got me going but I didn't reach a climax. The cock shot it's hot spunk into me, then withdrew.
Then another set of hands, another cock entering my sloppy pussy. What was going on here? Who where these people? What was Tom up to?

As this new cock pushed it's way into me, I could feel the walls of my pussy being stretched wider and wider. It must have been a very thick cock, it felt wonderful.

I had never felt so full before. I just relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of being used and stretched by a strangers cock. I climaxed 3 times before the huge cock shot it's hot spunk inside of me. It withdrew, I heard the door, then quiet.
I must have been there for another 15 minutes when Tom returned full of apologies for being so long. He untied me and straightened me up, saying that I must be stiff being left tied in that position for so long. He made no mention of anyone else being here, so if he hadn't arranged it, who was it. I said I was feeling stiff and would go and have a hot bath to relax. In reality I wanted to wash out all the spunk in me before Tom noticed.

It was as I lay relaxing in the bath that I heard the same squeaking that I'd heard just before being gang banged. It was the window cleaner, of course, it's Wednesday morning. he always comes every other week at 10am Wednesday mornings.

Two weeks later, just before 10am on Wednesday morning, Tom was back at work and I was alone in the house. I went to the kitchen and tied rope around the table legs, put on a blindfold and gag and lay across the table as before. I just wrapped the ropes around my wrists and held the ends in my hands. And waited. (I didn't bother about tying my ankles.)
After a few minutes I heard the door, then felt the hands, then the cock entering me. My husband had unwittingly started me off as a gang bang slut but now I love it, can't get enough strange, unseen cocks using me, fucking me, emptying their lovely spunk into my eager cunt. Each Wednesday they brought more men. Last week I counted 10 cocks fucking me. I don't know if it was 10 men or just some of them having 2 goes at my eager cunt.

I left a note taped to the window, it read:
THESE WINDOWS ARE A DISGRACE, INSTEAD OF CLEANING THEM ONCE A FORTNIGHT, THEY WILL NEED CLEANING TWICE A WEEK, ON MONDAY & WEDNESDAY.

It's now almost 10am Monday and I'm just going to put on my blindfold, (I don't use the gag anymore as the men like to fuck my throat.) and lay over the kitchen table and wait to be shagged rotten.

Isn't it funny how things turn out, it was my husband who wanted me to be tied up and fucked and now I have lots of lovely cocks using me and he doesn't know. Be careful what you ask you wife to do or she might enjoy it more than you know.

PS. While you are turning yourself 'on' reading this, what is YOUR wife up to? ;-)