FinalFantasyDreamer

He sat across the breakfast table from his wife. They were both pretending to read the newspaper while secretly stealing glances at each other. 10 years they had been together and things had been getting stale. He loved his wife he knew that. Cheating on her is something he wouldn't do or even think of but the failure of last night weighed him down. He let out a sigh as he continued reading the paper. His sigh caught her attention. Pulling her from her thoughts. 10 years together and he had never failed to help her orgasm during sex. Though lately it had definitely been getting boring. It's not like she blames him for last night it had been enjoyable but routine. Then something in the paper catches her eye. With a gasp she looks up at the same time as him. Their eyes connect. Could this be the solution? Standing outside the couples house the stranger walks towards the front door. 10 years he had been in the business of helping couples mend their problems. On the phone they sounded just like all the others. This job should be a walk in the park or bedroom as one might say. As the couple open the door he steps inside their house. The tension in the house could be cut with a knife. They stood silently in their entryway. Wearing only bathrobes as instructed. Leading the stranger up the stairs the couple enter their bedroom. He walks around them exploring the room. Walking over to the wife he pulls off her robe. Her petite tits jiggle slightly as the stranger runs his hands along her naked body. Squeezing her tits. Tweaking her nipples. Slipping a finger inside her rapidly dampening pussy. Stepping away he licks his finger. Approaching the husband he slides the robe off. Repeating the ritual with the husband he explores his body. Ending by gripping the man's cock in his hand. Squeezing it until a drop of precum beads on the tip. Gathering it on his finger he licks it off. Nodding to himself he knows what to do. Quickly stripping himself it isn't long before the three are naked, hard, and wet. After pushing the husband on the bed he walks over to the wife. Her eyes go wide at the strangers cock. It's not like her husband has a small cock but this man's is massive. His cock rubs alongside her leg as he guides her towards her husband. Using his hand he opens her pussy. Hovering it in front of the husband's twitching cock. With a push she is impaled by her husbands cock. Going deep inside her desperate pussy. The man walks behind her. Spreading her ass cheeks he lines up his cock. Sliding himself inside her as she gasps. Loosing her anal virginity to this stranger while her husband is buried in her pussy causes her to moan. Setting the pace the stranger fucks her ass while her husband fucks her pussy. The sensation of the two cocks is too much. She finds herself cumming again and again on these two cocks. Collapsing on her husband's chest she lets out a sigh of relief. Sliding out of her ass the man isn't finished. He rolls the couple over. The husband still inside his wife but now his ass is in the air. Spreading the husbands ass he slides in again. The husband moans even louder than his wife as he loses his anal virginity to the stranger. Again the stranger sets the pace. Fucking the wife through the husbands ass like a puppet. The husband grips his wife's tits and moans like a whore as he gets fucked while fucking his wife. Soon the husband's body stiffens and his ass clenches around the strangers cock. His cumm erupting out of his cock like a volcano. The couple collapse on the bed kissing and embracing each other passionately. With a grunt the stranger exits the husband's ass. His own cock ready to explode. With a few strokes he is coating the couple in his seed as they cuddle. His cum coating their faces. Tasting the strangers cum as they kiss. They don't even notice him get up and leave. Satisfied with a job well done. She puts her hand on her belly. He covers her hand with his. They lay their in postcoital glow. Unable to break the passionate kissing as their hands touch each other. Finally the silence is broken. Speaking in unison. "I love you."

Dirty_Ruby He took a takes a deep breath as he stands outside the door. His nerves were getting the best of him. He didn't know if he could go through with it. Looking to his left he sees a full length mirror. His scrawny five foot seven frame was staring back at him. His green eyes looking over his almost naked frame. They had requested he shave from the neck down and had provided oiled for him to apply to his chest. He shivered in the cold waiting room. His nipples hard not used to being exposed on his freshly shaven chest. The light above the door went from red to green. She was ready for him. Taking one more deep breath he opens the door and steps through. "Are you ready my good little fans out there for today's challenge of 'Hung or Not." She giggles seductively into the camera. Her red lingerie accentuating her bust and matching the ruby red lipstick she was wearing. Her blond curls bouncing against her shoulders as she thrusts her hips towards the camera. "Our next contestant is all the way from sunny California and he thinks I can't accurately guess his cocks size. We will just have to prove him wrong today won't we?" She teased into the camera. Leaning forward and pushing her tits together to create a valley for her audience as she flips the switch to call him in. The door opens and he walks in and approaches her. Giggling she spreads her legs for him on approach. A damp spot clearly forming on her crotch. "Well aren't you just the cutest little thing." She coos motioning him to come closer. Positioning him in front of the camera and her behind him. Her hands start exploring his oiled up body. "Well let's see. Pale white skin but a farmers tan. You definitely don't hit those cali beaches." She teased him but directing her comments to the audience. "He doesn't have much of a bicep but that's not the size we care about here now is it?" She has done this show numerous times before and was starting to get bored with it. Most men were the same but her audience loved these cock size games. Men all most secretly want their girl to dominate them. Her mind drifts back to the present. Always the professional her distraction hadn't stopped her body from continuing her tears. Her hand grips the cock in his boxers. Her eyes go wide. Feeling the thick monster in her hands. "Now this is a surprise." Bigger than she expected. Glancing to the chat screen she can see her fans going crazy at the sight of his bulge. Pulling down his boxers the large cock bouncing free. Her eyes go wide as she licks her lips. "Well he definitely passed the first test. You are packing." She purrs stroking his cock. He shivers at her touch. "Inexperienced?" She thinks to herself. Picking up her fake dildo she shows it to the audience. "Well let's see how he matches up. Does he get to fuck my pussy?" Holding the dildo against his member her eyes go wide. It was actually bigger. Now it was her turn to be nervous. While she had given out blowjobs, fingered herself, and used dildos before. She had never actually fucked another person. It was why her fans tipped so much during these games. The chance to see Dirty_Ruby lose her virginity. "Well." Her shaky voice the only sign of her loosing her nerves. "Rules are rules.“ She purrs as she leans back. Sliding her panties off. Her bald pussy glistening. "Umm. I have never done this before." His nervous voice almost whispers. Glancing at the chat screen the tops are flooding in. She has never had so many viewers at once before. Her audience going crazy for this once in a life experience for these two. "It's okay baby just slide it in we will go slow at first." As she speaks her fingers open her pussy for all to see. Stumbling forward they both gasp as he starts to slide in. His size is bigger then anything she had ever experienced. Stretching her pussy wide. His slow agonizing pace his driving her pussy wild. By the time he fully enters her and his cock bottoms out her hips are shaking. "Fuck..." She moans. "I"m fucking cumming." Her hips shake as her hands grip the sheets. She can't believe she is cumming just by him entering her. Wrapping her arms and legs around him she pulls him close. Her embrace and convulsing walls are too much for his sensitive cock. His own orgasm following suit. Collapsing on top of her they lay there panting. Her lips connecting with his as they kiss. Her walls still trying to milk his softening cock. Breaking the kiss she turns towards her audience. "Well I guess Virgin Dirty_Ruby is no more. Thanks for watching. Tune in next time as I start training this cock to last much longer." His shocked eyes connect with hers. Now that she had tasted his cock she was never going to let it go. Leaning forward again she kisses him again ending the stream.

*During the last challenge this idea came to me but it quickly spiraled into a larger idea. The idea is kinda based on firefly/space exploration. The idea of the adventures of a small crew exploring space and getting into sexy adventures.* Step One: Collect a Crew Stein Cloud stood in his quarters looking in the mirror. His six foot frame filling the rooms little wash area. Giving his belt a tug he adjusts the blaster at his hip. Slipping his long brown duster on his shoulders. Admiring his look in the mirror he frowns. Brushing back his long brown hair into a ponytail he lets out a sigh. Getting his own ship was the easy part. Keeping it running was the challenge. His comms buzzed. Hitting the switch his second in commands voice "Captain we are approaching the drop." His second in command. Katrina was the strongest woman he knew. The muscular red head and him had been friends since childhood. Thick as thieves and getting into scraps. She would and has followed him anywhere. There was nobody he trusted more in any galaxy. He stood by all her decisions. Well all but one. "Captain I'm going to hold her as long as I can but there's a solar storm sweeping through and it's going to hit us soon. So unless you want to go surfing we should probably wrap this up" What she saw in the scrawny pilot he did not know. Grimes had been the first crew member they had recruited after getting the ship. The blond hair green eyed man was a Shio'iok. Which meant he had four arms. Now to his credit Stein had never ran across a better pilot in all his years but that didn't fix Grimes' attitude. Hitting the reply button he responds. "Roger that. Just do your best and I will see why the cargo isn't loaded yet." Exiting his cramped quarters he heads down towards the cargo hold of the ship. Passing the med bay a tail whips out. Wrapping around his waist and pulling him inside. His head falling into a pair of large pillowy breasts. Staring into her golden eyes. Her blond hair draping over his shoulders. "Captain dear. We need to talk about my specimen collecting. I am running low dear." "Khalie just give me a few days and we will make planet fall." His doctor, a Lutai, joined the ship as part of a study she was conducting. Visiting various plants collecting various specimens. He gets a free doctor and doesn't have to pay her as long as she regularly gets to collect. Quickly ducking out of the room before she can complain. Heading back to the cargo hold he meets up with his mechanic, Kara and her robot. She built the robot to be her friend as a child and it has been her constant, but silent, companion since. Approaching his mechanic he is about ready to be done with this shady job "Kara is the cargo ready to be dropped off?" Kara's blue eyes look up from the cargo. Dressed in her tank top and cargo pants a worried look crosses her face. "Uhh captain don't get mad butttt. The cargo started beeping." "What?" Looking down at the large container. This job just felt wrong. Panicking he starts hitting buttons on the case. This just made the problem worse. It started to beep faster. Then the solar storm hit. Rocking the ship violently back and forth. He new Grimes could only hold out so long. Right before he dumps the cargo and be done with the whole thing the crate begins to open. Tuning out Kara freaking out and the voices over the intercom he looks inside. "Quite!" He roars "Grimes take us out of here." Inside the cargo was a woman. Curled up in a ball. Fucking traffickers. If he knew this was the job he never would have taken it. Quickly with Kara's help he carries her to the med bay. She felt small in his arms. Like she hadn't been fed properly. Her long blue hair draped over naked frame. He tried not to feel her breasts pressing into him. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Laying her down on the doctors exam table he stepped back. Letting the doctor do her work. Who was this woman in the cargo and what was he going to do now.

Critic There it goes again. The worst critic around. Nothing I do is good enough. "Who would want to see that, hear that, read that." The voice never tires. Always around. Never silent. I hate the search. The proof of my quality. The critic desiring praise from others. "Others are better so why even try." Ignore it I tell others to build them up Do it for yourself I council Push forward The act of doing is all that matters. Good or bad tell it to fuck off. That awful critic. Yourself.

Abduction in the night Beatrice leaned against the barn letting out a tired sigh. Looking over at her favorite horse she smiles "Well Buttercup another day's chores done. Another awkward dinner with a potential suitor." Her parents were desperate to get her married off. "Twenty years old and still not married what is wrong with you." Mocking her sisters voice in a high pitched nasally voice. She had always felt like an outcast in her community. She loved working with the animals, being in the woods, and nature overall. She hated people and the idea of becoming a farmers wife gave her the willies. Looking up at the night sky she felt incredibly small in the vast sky. Her loneliness pours out of her as a single tear starts forming in her eye. A flash of light across the sky breaks her moment of self pity. It moved in an unnatural way. Jaggedly going back and forth like it was searching for something or someone. The light disappears over the forest. Curious she heads off in search of it. It seemed to be heading towards the lake deep in the forest. Crawling through the thick underbrush her dress getting torn and ripped. Her long auburn hair getting tangled in the brush. She didn't know why she was so franticly heading towards this light. She just knew something I side her was yearning for it. Her pace frantic she gets caught on a branch. Fearing to lose sight of it she pulls hard. Her dress ripping in two. Rushing on she leaves her dress like she was shedding the skin of her old life. She didn't know how but something inside her told her she was never going back. With a final push she breaks out into the shore of the lake. Standing there breathing hard in nothing but her underwear. Her bright emerald colored eyes spy the creature. Bathed in an otherworldly light the seven foot tall creature was sniffing the air. His ash colored skin had highlights of a bright red pattern. He looked vaguely humanoid with long talented feet and arms ending in claws. His tail whipping around she could see what looked almost like a plants mouth at it's tip. With it's long tongue snaking out to small the air. Turning towards her she let out a gasp. It's bare head turned towards her. It looked like a face minus the mouth and it's eyes stared deep in her soul. Two black swirling pools of darkness. She felt compelled to walk towards it. Not out of fear or curiosity. Something more primal. She could feel her underwear getting damp with anticipation. Soon they were both standing on the lake shore bathed in this otherworldly light. "Hello." It's deep voice echoed in her mind. Then with a flash they were gone and she was blacking out. Waking up in a room that did not look of this earth she shivers. Feeling around she feels her bedding. A fabric not unlike silk bedding. Feeling her body she realizes she is naked her underclothes are gone. Looking around the dim room she tries to make sense of her surroundings. Then the door opens and he walks in. "Up already. Sorry teleportation is always rough the first time." His vice echoes in her mind. His black pools of eyes are staring into hers like they are reading her whole life story. "What...do you...want from me." Her voice shaking as she speaks. Not of fear but almost like her deepest desires are starting to creep out. "I am in search of what you might call a mate." The voice responds and for the first time she looks down at his whole body. Gasping she sees two massive spined cocks protruding out of his groin. "And you want me?" She is surprised at her words. She had always resisted her parents push for her to get married but her and now with this alien she was wanting nothing more. She needed to feel him inside her to bear his children. "Yes." The unblinking eyes responded. In a moment he descended on her his twin cocks rubbing the outside of her damp pussy. Her nipples erect in anticipation of his touch. His tail mouth opens up. Licking her skin as he taste the salty sweaty body. His tail moves up her body leaving a trail of saliva up to her nipples. His clawed hands gripping her buttox gently but firmly. She lets out a long hidden moan. How many nights had she sat at that lake edge. Fingering her pussy waiting for something to break the monotony of her simple life. Her hips grinded against his cocks. Her mouth moaning to his claws digging in to her cheeks. "Fuck me...breed me...claim me." She moaned desperate to feel him in some her. Without speaking he followed her demands. Pulling back he thrusts both his cocks inside her. One in her pussy and one in her ass. His mouth unlatching from her nipples rises up and gives her a kiss while sucking on her tongue. She whimpers feeling his massive cocks stretching her holes. Hi soft but firm spines rubbing her insides bringing her to the edge of climax. Grinding hard she clutches his back. Digging her nails into his hard exterior. "Fuck..." She moans into his mouth as her hips begin to shake. Her insides clamping down on his shafts her body convulses. Her orgasm is like nothing she had ever experienced before. Her whole body desired nothing more than him. He doesn't let up as the orgasmic wave wracks her body. Thrusting and grunting in her mind. His voice penetrates her mind wrapping it in a blanket. "I'm cumming." His voice moans in her brain as his seed coats her inside white. His cum is thick and surely as it oozes outside of her holes. "Still conscious Beatrice?" His mind asks her as she comes down from another orgasmic wave. "Mmm...Yes my love." She responds. Knowing she will never be able to go back to her life before this. This was her new reality being the mate to this alien. "Good." He responds as his thrusting continues. Laying in a pool of his cum. She doesn't know how long they fucked but it felt like it lasted forever. The number of orgasms she had. The number of times he filled her womb with cum. she must be pregnant by now. At last he slid out of her satisfied that he was pregnant. Before her eyes he shifted into a human form. Tall, muscular, still well hung. He laid in the bed next to her. His lips moved like they were unused to talking out loud. "Well are you ready to be my mate and be the mother of my children." He had left out so much and she had so many questions but at the same time she new they had time to answer. Rubbing her belly she also knew she was definitely pregnant. Putting his hands over hers she murmurs to him "yes my love and I can't wait to meet little Victor." She doesn't know why but she knows for sure a little boy alien was growing in her as they spoke. As they lay in bed she can feel her body starting to change. To become something new. As she drifted off into sleep her nails grew into claws. As her eyes start to close they briefly shift into inky black pools of darkness.

Night When the dreams won't come and the mind won't quiet. The thoughts come unending and doubt creeps in. Did I say it right or wrong? Is it me or is it others? Do I not hear the snickers, whispers, and words? When did the world learn this code, this movement, this way of being. I don't understand? Why didn't I? I toss and I turn. I doubt and I worry. I'm not good enough, others are better. The mind remembers all The memories come flooding - Mistake, Mistake, Mistake Failure, Failure, Failure Imposter - fake - charlatan Sleep comes when your not looking Peace comes when you don't fight Day banishes the stars of the night But the stars are still there. The doubts are still there. And night always follows day

As Aiden roughly grabs at Serava's tail and tugs her whole body tenses. Her crimson tail turning a bright shade of pink. Tail arts was her worst subject at the Infernal Academy for Seduction Arts. She was not ready for his forceful grip on her tail. "Please let...go of my tail." She stutters out. Her cheeks blushing the same color her tail now was. Her heart begins beating faster. This was not how the books said it would go. He was supposed to be trembling. Begging her to touch him. Here he was handling her sensitive tail so roughly. "That is so cool he gasps." He is in full geek mode now. The uncomfortable erection in his pants aside he had to know what her tail was made of. "Your tail is so warm and the feeling of it is..." Pulling her tail towards him she gets spun around. Loosing her balance again she falls to her hands and knees ass pointing in the air. Her skirt falls over exposing her privates. He is oblivious to the fact she is not wearing underwear. His entire focus is on her tail. Running his fingers along it he marvels at its texture. "How do you have it attached?" He gives it a few hard tugs. Following it down he seems to notice for the first time her naked lower half. Just having started university and not used to being around people. Especially people of the other gender. He became flustered and embarrassed. Pulling on her tail as he is trying to back away. He doesn't realize he is still holding it. "Stop tugging on....my...ahhh." Her voice rings out filling the empty lecture hall. Her body convulses as he brings her to orgasm. Her pussy squirting out and spraying him. In shock he finally lets go of her tail. Embarrassed she scrambles to her feet running out of the room. After a moment he regains his senses. "But wait your shoes..." He picks up her stilettos and chases after her.

You should do it in the write the next part section. There are a couple of fantasy based stories there. Those stories are great excuses to practice

The gentle caress of her nose was to much for Annabelle. Her body aches to feel her mentors strong hands tracing the outline of her body. Listening to the angelic laugh coming from her mentor broke down her barriers. So close to her mentor she could smell the pleasant aroma of Miss Elizabeth. Watching as her mentor put her finger tip in her mouth savouring the frosting Annabelle had made. "Your frosting tastes good Annabelle you should..." She didn't get to finish her sentence. Annabelle moved without thinking. She doesn't know why this time was different, maybe it had to do with the image of her mentor eating something she made so intimately. Maybe it was because she knew somewhere it was now or never. Moving quickly Annabelle's lips locked with her mentors. Miss. Elizabeth shocked at first went to pull away but her body had different a idea. Her tongue slipped between Annabelle's lips. Exploring the mouth of her apprentice they held this pose for awhile. Final breaking Miss Elizabeth stutters out an apology "I am sorry Annabelle. I don't know what came over me." Her face reddens as she blushes. How long had it been since she had been held like that? Had she ever been held like that? "It's okay Miss Elizabeth. I have wanted to do that for awhile. I just..." Now it was Miss. Elizabeth's turn to shock her apprentice. Pushing her back into the counter she passionately returned the kiss. Her hand tracing down her arm. Slowly untying her apron. Annabelle feeling the strong arms of her mentor shudders as a tiny orgasm passed through her pussy. Annabelle's Apron drops to the ground. The sound breaks the moment and Miss. Elizabeth backs away. "No we shouldn't. You are 22 now you should be finding your husband not kissing an old maid like me." Bending down she picks up Annabelle's fallen apron. Be bold Annabelle thinking to herself. If we end it here now. I will never know. Unbuttoning her top she spreads some of the frosting on to her chest covering her nipple. "But Miss. Elizabeth you seem to have missed a spot of the frosting." Displaying her chest to her mentor she reaches up a hand. She is either guiding her head, or Miss Elizabeth is moving on her own, or a little of both because now it didn't matter. Annabelle let's out as Miss Elizabeth's mouth encircles her nipple. Her tongue gently licking the frosting up. Annabelle let's out a moan as her mentors strong hands pull her in closer to suckle her nipple. A fire has awoken in Miss. Elizabeth. Lowering her mentee to the floor she pulls down her skirt. Surprised that Annabelle wasn't wearing any underwear but her surprise was met with a gentle hand. Annabelle guiding her head down to her wet pussy. Miss. Elizabeth's tongue gently caress her outer lips. Her hands pressing ever so slightly on her mentees belly as her other grazes the side of her clit. Annabelle's body shakes under her mentors strong hands and agile tongue. Her body quickly orgasming to her touch.

Epilogue It didn't take them long to figure out they never wanted to leave each other. The following weekend they were making plans for her to move in and six months later they were married. One year later and their first child was on the way. Looking back he wouldn't have traded any of those experiences because they made him who he was. His first crush, his first girlfriend, his first kiss, his first sexting friend. Today, even with their little family growing, they find a little time to explore their kinks together. -------- Thank you for all those that read and enjoyed his story. His story is a story that has been rattling in my head for several years now. It went through a lot of iterations in my head over the years but the exploration of relationships, sex, and being introverted was always at it's core. If any passages resonate with you feel free to drop a line.

Chapter 12 - Surprise Opening up his phone he smiles. He can't wait these days to see messages from her. "I made kind of an impulsive decision." "What kind?" "I bought a plane ticket." "That's cool where are you going?" "To you... I hope that's okay. I arrive tomorrow." He is stunned she is coming here. He had thought about trying to meet up. Though, it had only been a month. It seemed like such a big step. As he drove to the airport he had never be so nervous in his life. He didn't think it would be happening so fast. Pulling up he spies her by the arrival gate. There she was standing in that pretty white skirt and top from that night. Her long hair blowing in the wind. He pulled up and got out. She gave him a big smile and a hug. He could feel she wasn't wearing a bra as her nipples pressed into his chest. Quickly putting her carry in in the car they get in. "Be bold." He thinks to himself as they both reach over towards each other. This kiss felt different then before. Kissing her felt right. "Move along." The airport attendant yelled at them. Blushing he put the car into drive. "Umm I have a surprise for you." Turning towards her he notices she has lifted up her skirt. Not only was she not wearing any panties she has a lush vibrator sticking out of her pussy. Pulling out her phone she presses a button. It buzzes to life. She lets out a low moan. "I...put...it in...on the plane." She gasps her words out as she brings the vibrations down. "I knew I needed a little courage so I have been edging since the plane." Glancing at her eyes he sees the love and lust in there. Stepping on the gas he couldn't wait to get home. ----- Bursting through the door they couldn't keep there hands off each other. It was like a scene out of a romcom. Their hands ripping clothes off. Kicking shoes and socks as they tumble to the bedroom. Laying her down on the bed his mouth wanted to taste every inch of her. His beared tickling the inside of her thigh. She squirms under him. He reaches her pussy giving it a lick. Hitting the toy still inside her he pulls it out. Enveloping it in his mouth he savours her taste. "I need you inside me. Now." Her voice a mixture of pleading and demanding. He climbs on top of her. Her hand grasping his cock she helps guide it in. Simultaneously they gasp. He had never expected it to feel so amazing. Her warm pussy is gripping his cock in a way he never expected. Looking at her. There eyes lock. He can't move. The desire to cum is strong. It's taking everything to hold it back. "Sorry. Can't hold it I'm..." "Shhh it's okay. I need you cum in me now." Her sultry voice. Her simple permission. Her burning desire. It's all too much for him. With a shake his cock unloads inside her pussy. Collapsing on top of her. He tries to gather his thoughts. "I'm sorry it was so quick." "It's okay we have lots of time to practice together." Kissing her. Their tongues locking together. He didn't believe in souls mates or destiny but if he did he knows he just found his.

Tasha let out a deep breath. This is what she had been striving for her whole college career. Being in the collegiate tennis world finals was the only thing that mattered to her. She sacrificed everything, no personal life, no college parties, no significant others. Just studying and practice. Now at the end of four years it was paying off. Standing in front of the mirror in the dressing she adjusted her outfit. Why were tennis skirts so short she wondered to herself. Fixing her hair she made one last check. Patting her crotch she let out a sigh of relief. She had inserted her secret inside her pussy. She had been doing it forever and with how short these skirts are it's the only way she could keep her secret safe. The light shome brightly on the tennis court. The stands were packed. The cameras were on. She was ready to win. What she wasn't ready for was the drop dead gorgeous bombshell that just walked onto the court. She had heard her opponent was cute but that didn't do her justice. Her long flowing blond hair. That rack that had to be DD cups. Her pouty lips and shapely legs. Shaking her head she had to focus and ignore anything going on under her skirt. She was playing the worst game of her career but who could blame her. Her opponent was a goddess. Every time she moved those massive tits would bounce teasing Tasha. When she raised her arms flashes of her bare toned belly would distract her. Every hit she let out the sexiest little squeak. All of it forcing more blood into her crotch. Pretty soon the score was 40 - love. She has failed to do anything but gawk at her opponents body. One more hit and she will have lost everything she ever worked for. Giving herself a little slap she was determined to focus. The ball coming at her. No she won't reach it in time. The edge of her racket knocks the ball but she trips falling flat on her face. The ref calls a hold her opponent leaps over the fence concern etched on her face. "Are you okay?" That voice was even sexier than she could imagine. Her breath hitting Tasha's skin. "No...not here...now." Tasha curses to herself. Tasha had never gotten hard inside herself before but it was all becoming too much. Her opponent reaches down. Her soft skin is touching Tasha's. With a moan her cock rips through her under clothes exiting her dripping vagina. Her now bare erect cock in full view of everyone. Dripping precum onto the court. Her opponents hand goes back in surprise grazing Tasha's sensitive cock head. The contact is to much with a moan her cock erupts. Spewing cum all over her opponent and the court. She could here the cameras clicking. Getting up on shaky legs she runs to the locker room. Leaving a trail of dripping cum and pussy juice as she goes.

Standing on the bow of his ship Captain Grant Evermire stood basking in the salty sea air. Taking in a deep breath he let out a hearty chuckle. This was the life he loved. Land was for those lesser people. They could have it. Give him the endless sea and he would be happy. Now others might call him pirate but he preferred thinking of his actions as wealth distribution. Not that he distributed any of this wealth to anyone but himself. That was if he actually had any treasure worth hording. They don't tell you before you become a pirate how expensive it actually is. Between ship maintenance, keeping your crew fed and happy, bribing port officials. There really wasn't much money left over. "Ship off the port bow Captain." Came the shout of his most trusted number two. Red Haired Annie, his gorgeous second in command. Walking towards him her tight fitting bodice clung to her chest. Damp with sea spray. He let out a sigh the only woman he could not have. Her being only interested in other females and threatening to cut off his junk if he came near her kind of threw cold water on that scenario. "Captain it's a royal ship and they run up the white flag." Taking the spyglass from her he looks through it. It's not just a royal ship it's the princesses personal vessel. There didn't even seem to be soldiers on board just a small crew. Not only that but it seemed to be sinking. "Annie I don't want to jinx this but this seems like the easiest plunder job ever." Annie just simply shrugged all plunder jobs were easy for her. She has never lost a sword fight and he doubts she ever will. Letting out a smile. "Well boys let's go save us a princes."

Chapter 11 - Sexting After the break up he threw himself into work. Letting work and his family sustain him. The eligible dates through the matchmaking service seemed to slowly happen less and less. Slowly though he started to want to put himself out there. Trying online dating again he decided to put everything out there. His struggle to connect with people. His desire for what he is looking for. Opening up the search radius as wide as it could go. He knew by doing this the number of matches he would get would be fewer. One evening he gets a response from one of his messages. He had asked her what she was currently reading. "Right now I am reading an mystery novel by Agatha Christie." "No way same here." There shared connection lead into a long conversation well into the night. Nothing was off limits. They talked about being shy, their respective ex's, their family, and interests they shared or didn't. He had never connected so deeply with someone before. That nights conversation lead into others. Pretty soon they were checking in with each other nightly. These digital dates were about it as they lived far away from each other. -------- After about two weeks of this and they switched from daily texts to video calls. Her face came on the screen "You look beautiful today." "Thanks I did it for a special person." "Who?" Standing up she slowly reaches under her shirt. Slipping her bra off she displays it to him before dropping it to the floor. As her shirt falls back down he can see her hard nipples poking through the sheet fabric. Giving a little spin in her white mini skirt he can see she isn't wearing anything under it. "Your turn lose the shirt." Blushing he takes of his shirt. His hairy chest exposed to the air. Normally she was so shy but today he was loving the dominant side of her. "Mmm. Hello sexy I want to run my hands through all your hair." Running her hands down her chest she lets out a little moan. Gripping her shirt she peels it off letting her tits free. Swinging slightly. Dropping his pants his erection is in full view of the camera. He starts stroking as she sits down. Flipping her skirt up she sits back down. Licking a finger she slowly enters inside her slick bald pussy. The dirty talk continues as they stroke themselves. Building towards the orgasm he lets out a brief groan. "I'm going to cum." "Me too." Climaxing together the both fall backwards. Gasping he lets out a moan. His words shaky "That was amazing." "Thanks. When I get horny I kind of throw caution to the wind." She blushes her shy side taking back over. They chat sitting in their rooms buck naked for a while longer. The digital equivalent of pillow talk.

Chapter 10 - Break Up Sometimes for every good date he felt they went on he did, or more likely didn't do, something that made their next date end on a low note. He didn't know if his feelings for her were connected to enjoying spending time with her or was this another Tayra. He saw the hope of sex so he pursued. Eventually in the end it didn't matter. After coming back from a trip she texted. "We need to talk." Arriving at her house she greeted him not with a smile but a cold hug. They passed some pleasantries together before an awkward pause. Then the words he knew were coming. "I don't think this is working out." There conversation turned down the avenue of discourse much like any couple breaking up. The "it's not you it's me", "I am not ready for more", "you deserve a girl that can give you your future family", ect... Feeling lost he tried to find the reasons to stay together but it was useless. The things she originally found endearing became the reasons why she wanted end it. She felt judged by his choice not to drink when she wanted to drink, even though he had never told her or tried to stop her from drinking. Her sons father, and his family, is very religious and she doesn't know how religion fits into her life. The fact they had not had sex yet because as she put it he wasn't trying hard enough. She decided he must assume she was easy because she had kids. That last part baffled him he didn't know what to say other than. "I guess it is over." ------- He had never experienced heartbreak before but he felt it now. After a few days and some deep chats with friends he started to move on. He tried to jump back into dating with some dates with the matchmaking service but it was a little to soon for that. Leading to some awkward dates. At home he self-soothed by exploring his kinks. Scrolling online to female masturbation videos he discovered something called hysterical literature. Watching videos of these women desperate to focus on their task and not cum excited him. From there, he discovered exhibitionist videos of women and remote control vibrators. They would be in public using remote controlled vibrators inside their pussies. They would be at stores, restaurants, or anywhere in public. Finding one pornstar that had a slight resemblance to Fae, long brown hair, slim body, perky tits. She would read stories while trying not to cum. He was hooked. Clicking on her videos he would spend time browsing them finding the one he liked best to cum to. Pulling down his pants he started stroking. Closing his eyes and listening to her moaning. He would slowly feel every inch of his cock. Here next video was a JOI video. It started auto playing while he was stroking. "Now put in your plug like a good boy." He had played with his asshole before with some fingers but never very deep. Pausing the video. He looked around he didn't own any toys like that but he was very horny. Spying a pen on his desk it had a little silicon christmas light esque bulb on it. That looked kinda like a plug. Walking over he squeezed the squishy light portion. It was supposed to light up but the batteries inside it probably died long ago. Looking back at the paused video he threw caution to the wind. Hitting play on the video he grabbed his lube. "Now gently slide it inside you as you stroke." The video instructed. Lubing up the bulb portion he gently slid it in. His eyes went wide as his other hand grasped his cock. "Fuckkk." He moaned feeling an intense pleasure inside him. He could feel his cock despite to cum as every nerve in his ass was alive. Stroking his cock he did his best to hold back. The moans coming from the video as she fucked herself combined with this new sensation was to much. His cock squirted its load out and onto his chest. He lay there breathing hard. Covered in his cum with his ass clenching around the pen. He moans as he relaxes and pulls the pen out. Panting he lays in his room. "Fuck that was intense." He gasps into the empty room.