I walked into the living room to find Anne, my girlfriend, eating pussy. Her friend, Kathy, was splayed out on the couch, writhing on Anne's tongue. Kathy was naked, Anne wore only her favorite pair of green panties. It was clear they weren't expecting me. When Kathy noticed me she jumped and scrambled to cover herself with a cushion. She pointed imperiously at door behind me.

"Get out."

Anne and Kathy had been fucking for about a month now. The first time they'd had sex I'd been there watching. Kathy had dominated Anne and forced her out of her comfort zone. It had been beautiful to see.

They'd had sex twice since then, just the two of them. I was happy that Anne was getting the chance to thoroughly explore a facet of her sexuality and I very much enjoyed the detailed reports I got afterwards.

Kathy wasn't sure what to make of my role in their relationship. She once tried to convince Anne to leave me and that first time they'd fucked it had been as much about Kathy trying to show her dominance over Anne as anything else. But Anne, although enjoying being submissive, had made it clear that her relationship with me took primacy.

At Kathy's commanding tone, Anne looked over her shoulder at me then looked sternly at Kathy.

"Nope. It's his house too. He doesn't have to go anywhere. If he wants to stand there and watch you get fucked, that's exactly what he is going to do." Kathy was surprised by Anne's sternness. She lowered her eyes and murmured,

"Yes. Mistress." She was being sarcastic.

But it seemed to trigger something in Anne. Anne leaned forward and, gathering up a fistful of Kathy's hair, forced the prone girl to look her in the eye.

"I didn't hear you."

"Yes, mistress!"

"Louder. So he can hear you too!"

"YES, Mistress."

Anne looked at me. Her smile was dazzling. She leaned over Kathy and kissed her softly, then whispered in her ear.

"Your safe word is Vanilla."

Anne sat up and stripped the cushion from Kathy's body. I'd never seen her naked. When she'd fucked Anne before she'd made a point of keeping her clothes on. She was short and curvy, but very fit. She had long black hair that cascaded across the couch. Her skin was almost shockingly pale. Her pubic hair was jet black and very neatly trimmed. Her pussy was wet from Anne's mouth. Once exposed she somewhat defiantly spread her legs, as if to show me what Anne had been doing.

Anne licked two fingers and pushed them into Kathy. They slide in easily and Kathy moaned.

"You want to show off your beautiful pussy, don't you?" Anne asked her. Kathy was silent. Anne fucked Kathy with her fingers, then pulled out. "Don't you?"

"Yes."

Anne got off the couch and roughly pulled Kathy into a new position. Anne pulled Kathy around until her legs were off the couch, her ass almost falling off the couch. It was the same position Anne had been in when Kathy first gave her an orgasm.

"Show him then." Kathy spread her legs wide. She was very wet.

"More" Anne insisted. She wrapped her hand back into Kathy's tangled hair. Kathy moved her hands between her legs and pulled herself open. Her pussy was a very pale pink. My cock started to push urgently against my pants.

"More." Anne's grip on Kathy's hair tightened. Kathy dug two fingers from each hand deep into her vagina and pulled herself obscenely wide. I could see into her depths. Kathy stayed that way for a minute, utterly exposed and gazing into my girlfriend’s eyes. Anne kissed her lips softly.

"Good girl. Fuck yourself now." Kathy let go of her lips and plunged two fingers into herself, shuddering with release. Anne pushed two fingers into Kathy's mouth, the two that had been in her pussy. Kathy licked at them frantically.

Anne started to fuck Kathy's mouth with her fingers. Kathy pulled her own fingers out of her pussy and started to play with her clit. Anne went deeper and deeper into Kathy's mouth until she was fucking Kathy's throat. Kathy was making soft gurgling noises and thrusting her hips into her fingers.

Anne pulled her fingers from Kathy's mouth and ran them down across her breasts, down her stomach, down to her pussy. Anne swatted Kathy's hand away and plunged her own fingers into her pussy. Kathy moaned. Anne looked her deep in the eyes.

"It's long past time that he fucks you, isn't it?" Kathy looked at me, looked at Anne and shook her head no. I took off my clothes. I knelt on the floor in front of her and put my hands on her knees. Anne kissed me, then grabbed my cock and guided me into her girlfriend. I thrust forward. Anne licked her fingers and circled Kathy's clit. Kathy thrust back.

"You like that, don't you?" Anne asked.

"No mistress." Kathy moaned. Anne paused then slowly, deliberately, painfully flicked Kathy's clit. Kathy grunted in pain. Anne licked her fingers and went back to circling Kathy's clit. I never stopped fucking. Kathy's pussy felt amazing.

"What about now?" Anne asked. There was a tone of menace in her voice. "Do you like it now?"

"No mistress." Kathy was smirking. On my next thrust in Anne slid her fingers in with me. It was tight. Very tight. Kathy gasped in pain. It hurt me a little as well. But the feeling of being inside of Kathy alongside Anne was overwhelming. I started thrusting harder. Kathy gasped in pain with every thrust but her hips rose to meet us. She didn't say the safe word.

Anne stopped me. Pushed me back until I was out of Kathy. She twisted Kathy until the pale girls legs were on my shoulders. Anne grabbed my cock and lined it up against Kathy's tight asshole.

"This is what you want then, right?"

"No mistress." Kathy was defiant. Anne nudged me forward. Kathy's asshole was dry. Kathy looked surprised. Anne licked her fingers and spread Kathy's ass just a little. I started forward.

"Vanilla!" Kathy gasped. I backed away. Anne leaned over and kissed her.

"Sorry, too far?" Kathy nodded.

"I'm ok. Just no anal."

"Do you want to keep going?"

"Yes." I backed away and then slid my cock into Kathy. Bent the way she was I was going very deep. Kathy was gasping. Anne returned pressure to Kathy's clit. I couldn't last very long. I signaled to Anne that I was about to cum.

"Cum inside her." Anne demanded. "She isn't using birth control. Fuck her unprotected pussy and we will make her get the morning after pill tomorrow." Kathy whimpered and Anne looked down at her.

"You like that, don't you? Doing that walk of shame into the pharmacy? Telling the whole world how slutty you've been?"

"Yes mistress." Kathy sighed. At that I exploded. It is a special kind of erotic feeling, fucking someone completely unprotected and it washed over me like a wave. I loved flooding into her, knowing how risky it could be. She was bent double and I wanted to push in to her as deep as I could go. I wanted to fill her. She gasped at how deep I went. I didn’t know if it was pain or pleasure. At that second, I didn’t care.

When I slumped back, Anne pushed me to the side and spread Kathy wide. Anne watched as my cum trickled out of Kathy. Anne softly touched Kathy’s pussy, pushing my cum back in to her girlfriend. Anne looked at me. Cum play was definitely my kink, not hers. This was for me.

"He is mine." Anne said to Kathy. Each word was laden with meaning. "Every part of him belongs to me. And you do not get to keep his cum."

She pressed her face into Kathy's pussy, into my cum. Anne knew that watching her eat my cum from another woman’s pussy was one of my deepest fantasies. She licked at Kathy madly, lapping me up. Her tongue was enough to pushed Kathy over the edge. Kathy thrust upwards and came against Anne's face. Anne did not relent. She licked hard. She pushed her fingers into Kathy and stretched open her vagina, plunging her tongue deep inside, tasting my sperm mixed with her girlfriend. Kathy came again. Anne pushed her fingers all the way into Kathy and stroked her deeply. Kathy came a third and final time. Anne looked at me and smiled. Her face was wet with cum, mine and Kathy's. Anne pushed Kathy's limp legs as far apart as they would go. In a deliberate echo of their first fuck Anne pulled off her green panties and roughly pushed them into Kathy's pussy. Kathy moaned at the rough texture. Anne kept pushing. When her panties were about halfway in, Anne climbed Kathy's body and kissed her upraised face. She kissed Kathy hard, forcing the exhausted girl to taste the mix of her own juices and my cum on Anne's lips. The panties draped from Kathy's ravaged pussy like a conquerors flag.

Anne climbed higher and sat on Kathy's face. I could see Kathy's tongue snake into my girlfriend. Anne fucked Kathy's face, discovering her dominance. She pushed onto Kathy's mouth hard. She gripped Kathy's hair with an iron grip and pulled her tight. Anne's thigh clenched. She threw back her head and with a great sigh, she released.

She slid to the couch and snuggled against Kathy. I cuddled up to Anne.

The dynamic of their relationship changed after that, for the better. Anne was no longer quite so submissive. Kathy was more compromising.

She never did have to get the morning after pill though. She had always been using contraception. That part had been playing to my fantasies. I was a little disappointed.

The Chronology of Anne and I

True story from a couple weeks ago.

Met a hot little spinner online. We exchanged some sexy pics and then coordinated a time to meet the next day. At this point im super excited because shes so petite, submissive, and totally open about being a cum slut. I was a little nervous too but that kinda makes it more exciting

So she shows up at the cafe i was at, and looked just as hot in person as her pics. Shes wearing some tight leggings which really accentuated her tight round bubble butt. I noticed all the other men in the cafe sneaking looks while she was ordering which only got me more excited, knowing i was about to be balls deep inside her. After about 20 min of getting to know you chat we go over to my place...

So were at mine, listening to music and i start rubbing her shoulders. I move behind her on on the couch so shes got her ass up against my rock hard buldge. As im massaging down her back she goes ahead and pulls her top and sports bra off. Her b cups are super perky and sporting some amazing eraser nips

I continue massaging, working my way to her tits, playing with her hard erect nipples, biting kissing and licking her neck, she starts moaning and grinding against me. I grab her hand and put it on my hard on, she notices all the precum on my tip and uses her finger tips to tease me, swirling them around the tip my juicy leaking cock.

She tells me she cant wait to feel it in her throat, so i stand up and push her down on her knees. Almost immediatley shes jamming her throat down on me, while i pump my cock back to match rythms. Shes so into it, sucking me like a pornstar, getting it nice and sloppy, and i eventually lay down on my back. She gets on top of me in the 69 position, instantly starts throatfucking me balls deep with every stroke. The angle was perfect to slide all the way down her throat, i can feel my head sliding in and out of her slippery slutty throat. The pleasure sends me into a fucking trance and im tongue fucking her pussy and ass while she continues to work her throat up and dowm the entire length of my shaft.

Condom goes on, bend her over, slam her pretty little shaved pussy balls deep, switch positions, repeat, go back to sucking, back to fucking... for about 2 hours.

Finally she had to get going so i gave her a kiss and helped her out. I was totally sex drunk for a good 24 hrs after this one, wont forget ever forget it

He [40M] texted me [30F] out of the blue, telling me he missed me & my pregnant belly. Then shared that since we cut ties, all he could only think about whenever he masturbated was my pussy & growing belly. He wants to milk me when I start lactating.

Not having a man to touch me for some time got me horny. We suggested meeting at his car within 15 mins and driving to a corner of a carpark to have him sucking on my now d cup boobies.

When we met & got into the backseats quickly where I took off my top as soon as we got in, to let him suck my tits, and he was biting & sucking rough. I loved every second of it. We didn’t even go to a corner yet & there were so many people walking through the carpark. I felt so wet & horny thinking we might get caught but I didn’t want him to stop.

End up he said he will drive to a more hidden place now, I am still topless while he drove by the 3 ladies walking through the carpark, I am unsure if they saw me naked or not, but I loved it if they spotted me.

He drove to a corner, and slide back into the back seats. And kissed me so passionately… and went back to suck my nipples and played with my boobs. The way he moaned & groaned was so hot. He stopped and wet lower, kissing my pregnant belly, telling me how hot & sexy pregnant. Knowing that this baby isn’t his, the worshipping felt so good.

He took off my shorts, showing him I wasn’t wearing panties. Now I am fully naked in the car, worried someone will see me, but, it’s not going to stop me. He started to spread my pussy. Touching and playing with it. Showing me how wet I am. In between licking & moaning, he tells me how beautiful my pussy is, and how much he misses this pussy.

He couldn’t take it anymore, and took out his cock, making me bend over and suck it. I missed the taste of cock in my mouth. I may have sucked it too fast, he told me to slow down a few times because he is going to cum, and he doesn’t want to cum just yet.

After a while, I lay back and spread my legs. He tried to shove his thick and hard cock inside of me, I felt pain, as we were at a weird angle & of course, bigger cock than what I usually have. After trying for a bit, he finally got it in. I loved it. Raw cock. I want more. I needed him to cum inside of me. He fucked me hard, and rough, telling me he going to cum quickly because he have been edging for some time, I just want to feel his hot cum inside of me. So I told him to please fuck me harder, I want him to cum now. And he came so hard! After, he continue to pound me hard, pushing in all his jizz deep inside my already pregnant womb.

He took out his cock and admire the view of me, and my pussy dripping with cum. Wish he took a picture (he didn’t). He helped me to clean up & then both of us went home still trying to catch our breath.

My pussy is sore but craving for cock. I hope I will have another fun session soon.

Hi Y’all,

All these years later I’m still very bummed that Craigslist Personals shut down and honestly I have very little luck using Tinder. Instead of advertising for some fun I decide to grab the bull by the horns and get fucked the old fashioned way. Throw my slutty mom self at some guys and see if they’ll fuck me.

I finished up my last ride last Saturday and my kids were over at friends so I decided to stop in at The Lime which isn’t far from where I live in Kirkland.

I was dressed in a short black skirt (no panties), short boots, and a tight white tank top, showing the upper half of my breasts as they nearly spilled over. My hair was drawn back a little, but mostly the blonde curls falling down around my shoulders and back. I was wearing dark make-up that I reapplied, intensifying my eyes, including mascara, which elongated and thickened the look of my lashes. There was the hint of vanilla on my skin, intoxicating me.

The bar was very crowded when we arrived. Standing there, I could feel the eyes of men roving my body, and I felt my wetness increasing as I knew I was being a tease, even though I was just standing there. If only the men of the bar knew that the only thing between my pussy and their cock was their clothing. I even felt a hand brush over my ass a few times, just a touch, a caress, but definitely not an accident.

I headed to the bar and ordered a shot of tequila. A very sexy woman who is my bartender puts it on the bar and I start a tab. I take my shot and order a cosmopolitan, which I drink down as well. The burn and sweetness of the vodka begins and I can sense the excitement rise within. Mmm, yes, this is going to be a good night. I ordered my second cosmo.

It took only a few minutes before the first guy appeared at my side. He had obviously been doing some hard drinking, as his mannerisms and his large belly evidenced. "Hi, Gorgeous!" He slurred as he talked. "I'd buy you a drink, but I see you already have one!" he smiled.

Even though he was a heavier guy he was very handsome, and was pretty tall, compared to me, with a distinguished brush of gray hair at his temples. I could see he was wearing a wedding ring.

"I’m Jim and I've been eyeing you since you walked in, you’re striking. Mind if I sit next to you and get to know you?" he asked.

I told him I’d like that. He immediately began to tell me a little about himself, and that he came to The Lime a lot, and then he started asking me questions. He bought me another drink. Was I new here, where did I come from, that sort of thing. I made up some lame story about living near-by, that I was supposed to meet a guy from TInder who stood me up, and was having a drink before heading out. And that brought on another drink. After a while, I felt Jim's hand caress my leg and even thigh. I was really starting to enjoy his company and I was also getting pretty drunk.

I forgot what was so funny, but something Jim said made me laugh, and I almost fell off the barstool. Jim's quick hands caught me, and pulled me back up, with his hand taking a full feel of my breast as he did so. His grip was strong, but not crushing, and as he put me back on the stool, he mentioned casually I was too drunk to drive.

"You're right, Jim... I've had too much. But maybe I can walk home. Can you help me get there?" I giggled.

"Absolutely!" Jim answered. So he helped me to my feet, and put his arm around my waist, low, like lovers do, and we left for the exit.

We reached the exit and the winds outside were fierce. My nipples soon stood up like little soldiers, full and at attention, and sometimes the gusts would blow my skirt straight up, exposing me to Jim. I felt Jim rove his hands more brazenly, until his bare hand was cupping my bare ass. By now we had left the parking lot and were walking down by a park across the street from where my kids went to elementary school. As we passed through the park it was dark, and windy, with the sounds of trees rustling loudly. Once we were a few steps into the darkness, Jim turned to me and placed his lips over mine, in a passionate kiss.

The tequila and cosmos had really done a number on me, and I offered no resistance whatsoever. I kissed him back, only to feel his emboldened hand now begin to grope my crotch, massaging my pubic area. I could only let out a moan as I felt the first tingles of sexual pleasure tease me. Jim continued to pull me deeper into the park, and the darkness.

"You are a nasty girl!" Jim said. "You always go out without panties?"

"Un-huh" I nodded. "I kept losing them." I lied.

Jim took no time at all to pull out his cock, his erect cock bouncing in the breeze. I reached down to hold it, my French-manicured nails daintily holding it as I explored its length, and girth. He was longer than my husband, but about the same size around, and I began to stroke him.

"You like this, Jim?" I purred.

A long moan was his reply. I kept stroking him, increasing in my intensity. "So what do you want?"

"You!" he replied as he put both hands on my shoulders and began to force me to the ground.

He then used his full strength to push me down on my back, where I landed with a thud, my legs splayed apart, the wind still flipping my skirt up and away.

At first I was taken aback but I honestly loved his forcefulness. Jim then knelt between my thighs and smiled as he lay down on me. "You're gonna' be the hottest fuck I've had in years!"

He reached down and guided his cock to my thick labia and began to run up and down my slit, my meaty folds already moist from the excitement of the evening.

I let out a gasp. I felt the presence of his invasion, and he kept the pressure up, entering me in one, long, full push, until his sac was against my ass. Then he started to withdraw, and I felt the first real bolts of pleasure enter me. I was still buzzed from the drink, my skirt was on my waist, and this strange man was buried in my pussy. I was going to be fucked, and nothing could stop it, or him, now.

Jim withdrew until he was almost completely out of me, and then pushed his cock back part way, repeating the process several times. Then a full-force thrust, then another. I began to writhe under him, his cock forcing raw sexual tension into me. He varied his thrusts, and his pace, until I was on edge. He was very talented. He kept me on the edge of my own climax for what seemed like forever. Half-thrusts, followed by long, slow ones, then a quick full thrust or two. After several minutes, I didn't even resist any more. I became his lover.

The thrusting continued like this for many minutes, while I moaned and gasped, my voice lost in the hard rustling of the trees from the winds. My hands lay over my head in total supplication.

Suddenly, Jim's pace quickened, and he drove his cock into me like a pile-driver, hard, deep thrusts until he growled with a final thrust and climaxed himself, filling my unprotected womb with his semen. Knowing the pleasure he was receiving from my wanton pussy, I began to cum as well and I bucked hard, adrenaline shot through me and I moaned loudly as he pushed his seed deep inside me.

I lay back as he climbed off of me, a long drip of his cum falling to the ground. I let the wind shoot across my spread pussy and play with my skirt, as I watched him push his flaccid cock back into his pants.

"I assume you know your way home." He muttered. "Besides, someone is coming..." With that, he dashed off, leaving me there, vulnerable, full of cum, and exhausted.

I will absolutely be back to The Lime, maybe tonight!

Kisses, Jen

This continues my ongoing saga (begin at Part I here: https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u33z2w/f_i_f45_had_a_secret_affair_for_8_months_it/). I'm doing this to explore and remember my own thoughts, feelings, responses and decisions. If you enjoy reading it, I'm thrilled.

The first thing I did after that first thrilling encounter at Keith’s place was go back on the pill. It meant that for the next week after the end of my period I insisted that Keith either pull out or wear a condom. So for that week we used the withdrawal method. This way has its own small benefits, but when we finally were able to stop using it safely, after another agonizing weekend apart, the excitement was overwhelming. On that day, when Keith announced that he was going to cum inside me, my immediate reaction was to cum.

And so began a pivotal period of my life. It’s a bit harder to tell stories about it because we quickly developed a kind of routine, though that word makes it sound less thrilling than it felt to experience it. But it’s harder to remember specific incidents or moments because apart from a weekend we got to spend at Keith’s parents’ farmhouse outside the city (without them around), the times we had together stop standing out individually, without the clearly memorable novelty of the first few visits to his apartment.

Anyway, over the next few months my trips to Keith’s place became a part of my regular life. It wasn’t every day, but it was more often than not on weekdays. After the first few weeks, when we were being very careful and I was still telling myself this was a one-time thing, I’d say we were doing it three times a week reliably, sometimes four. Scott assumed I was just staying late at work as I always had, and no one at work noticed any difference in my teaching. Did I feel bad? Well, yes, but only now and then, much less than I expected to be honest. The sex was just so fun, and so new. I hadn’t had much novelty in my life for years. I don’t just mean we were doing things that were new to me, though we were.

But what really felt new was being wanted so … so sincerely, so purely sexually. I don’t know if this makes sense, but there is a kind of restraint that comes with marriage, at least for me. When your whole life is entwined with someone else’s, it can be hard to express fully every thought and desire you have because it has consequences, or at least it can. There were things I felt I couldn’t do with Scott or say to him because there was so much more to our life than just sex. Sex was part of it of course, but there was so much else, that there have to be compromises. So there were aspects of my sexuality that I kept to myself, less to protect Scott than because I was shy or worried about repercussions. You can think our relationship was dishonest or repressed or whatever you want, but that’s the way it was and still is with us. I don’t think it’s a bad thing. It’s part of the cost of a close, loving relationship in my eyes.

The upshot was that those hidden aspects of my sexuality came out with Keith. Not because i liked him more or was more attracted to him, but because beyond sex we had almost nothing. I wasn’t even sure I really liked Keith that much, beyond the fact that he made me feel so good and gave me a chance to explore and renew my relationship to myself. Keith wasn’t especially smart or good at conversing, and his opinions were often conventional and superficial. I had to remind myself that I was probably the same at his age. I also found his lack of ambition a bit pathetic. On the other hand, I felt free with Keith. I felt able to ask or tell him to do something I wanted to my body, using the correct anatomical terms, which is something I felt too weird about doing with Scott. This is one reason why Scott and I had basically stopped trying new things so long ago.

I had never found a way to tell Scott I was curious about having him touch my bum, for example. I had no such trouble with Keith. He was happy to indulge. Turns out I didn’t think all that much of it. I never asked Keith to do it again, though I didn’t stop him when he sometimes went for it spontaneously. I never bothered introducing butt stuff into my relationship with Scott. But there were other things I tried with Keith that did end up enriching sex with my husband. Small, simple things like doggie style, which Scott and I had never gotten into doing, became a new favorite. Being with Keith also revived my ancient love of 69, which Scott and I used to do a lot in the old days but had stopped doing years before. It’s back in our regular repertoire.

There were some things that for me could only really happen outside the home. I’m not judging how other marriages work, but in mine there were certain things that are desirable but not with a spouse. I could tell Keith, but not Scott, that I was curious about certain things that I didn’t really want to try, but still found exciting, like having sex with two men, or with a stranger. Also, with Keith there was no weirdness if he asked for something I wasn’t into. I simply said no, and that was that. With him there was little risk of me being overly disturbed by whatever strange fetish he had, within reason obviously. I felt that with Scott it would be harder to just forget about it if he revealed some fantasy I was not at all into. And the knowledge of his request and my denial could have lasting effects, resentments and embarrassments. Nothing like that with Keith. When he asked me if I’d have a threesome with him and this girl he sometimes slept with (more on that situation later, because I didn’t learn about it for a few months), it was simple: I wasn’t interested and that was that. The same when he asked to film videos of us. No go, but no big deal: he asked, I said no, we moved on. If Scott had suggested the same thing it would have been a lot less straightforward, and probably super awkward. That’s what I mean about the difference between being fully communicative with someone like Keith versus with a spouse. And to be honest I was pretty receptive to trying out what Keith asked for. Not the threesome or the videos, but many other thighs. He liked me to display myself for him, which took some getting used to but soon showed me an exhibitionist side I never knew I had. He also helped me get over my shyness about speaking about sex and expressing my desires aloud. I’m able to share this story thanks to that encouragement.

Anyway, there was a period of months when Keith and I acted basically like a new couple, in the sense that we had lots and lots of really fun sex, while our lives otherwise stayed more or less the same as they were before. Nothing changed about my work, my home life, my parenting, apart from my sex life with Scott, which got more active and more expansive. Over time the guilt I had felt so intensely at the beginning, and the fear of getting caught, gradually fell away. It was hard to feel bad about so much good feeling, and besides there seemed to be no negative effect at all.

One thing I did feel I was missing was someone to confide in. Keith was big into talking about sex, he liked to talk about his desires and fantasies, he liked to plan ahead and tell me what he wanted to try, but he wasn’t a great listener. I didn’t think he’d understand or want to hear about what our affair was teaching me about myself, my needs and my emotions. Anyway I wanted someone who was uninvolved, someone who could listen with interest, maybe share my excitement about things, but not be judgmental. I couldn’t talk to my friends, who were also Scott’s friends. I didn’t think therapy was what I needed. It took me a long time to figure out how to work this out.

Earlier I mentioned the weekend Keith and I were able to get away together at his parents’ home in the country. I'll recount that trip in my next two or three installments. That weekend would give me a cluster of new experiences. It would turn to to be the highlight of our affair, and a major turning point.

Years ago I decided to become a massage therapist as an easy way to make decent money that wasn’t waiting tables. It was everything I hoped it would be in terms of flexibility and the low amount of mental-bandwidth it took to do the job, making it easier to focus on my actual passions. I worked for the same LA spa from the time I got hired, up until COVID shut everything down and I simply never returned. Massage had really been burning me out the last couple of years, so COVID was a great excuse for me to leave the business of bodies behind me. Over the years friends have told me that I should write about my experiences as a massage therapist but honestly, I just never found it all that interesting. There wasn’t much to tell since needy, demanding, or just mentally taxing clients never liked me very much because I didn’t feed into it. The customer is not always right in my book. That left me with a bunch of normal clients who did nothing but make my day pleasant and drama free. Which is great for my day to day mental health but not so good for stories. Except for the ones involving a bit more than massage. From my experience, the job was pretty much what it looks like from the outside. Listen to clients, try to address their issues, some liked me, some didn’t, good tippers, bad tippers, blah blah blah. But what I didn’t anticipate was that at some point, someone was going to find me, and/or my massage titillating. So here I am to tell you the stories I can’t tell people in real life. Mrs. C Mrs. C was a tall, lean, bar-method devotee, who was the wife of an industry bigwig. Yup! We’re starting with the married woman! She was already a regular at our spa before she and I met but would always cycle through different therapists at the spa since everyone was pretty good at what they did. She’d always catch my eye in the lobby because she’d regularly be dressed in what is easily my female-fashion kryptonite: a sundress and heels/wedges. Basic? Yup. Do I care? Nope. She knew what her physical strengths were and knew how to show them off. Long, tanned, toned legs that were only further highlighted by her heels. She stood at about 5’9” so heels easily made her 6 feet tall. And if that wasn’t enough, she knew exactly how to show off her cleavage. Her DDD’s were always front and center, and why not? She paid good money for them and they looked great. Every time I’d see her in the lobby I’d wish that I was the one who was going to massage her but didn’t think much beyond that until the day came. There she was, on my schedule. She walked in, dress, wedges, her blonde hair falling across her face, and a smile that I now know is trouble. I took her into the room and we went through the usual “any areas troubling you” and instructions to start face down, all while I made very, very intentional eye contact. My goal was always to make female clients feel as comfortable as possible, especially the ones I found attractive. They don’t need to go into a massage with their therapist leering at them, making them feel uncomfortable even before he touches her. Anyway I leave the room for her to get undressed (to her comfort level) and to steel myself for the monumental task I have of professionally touching this woman. The massage begins. I oil my hands, and starting from the nape of her neck, I run them slowly down the length of her back until I meet the fleshy top of her hips and ass. The subtle shelf a woman’s glutes make is so sexy to me. So when I got there I took an extra second to feel it. Just place my fingertips at the point where the rigid sacrum meets the soft top part of her glutes. Doing so, I notice she’s decided to go fully nude. Completely normal but I still made a note of it. Her body felt amazing and I used all of the will power I had to not let a massage stroke turn into a caress. I’m sure I failed a few times. We chatted a lot and she was just lovely. We talked about everything and got along just great. I learned that she was routinely sore from doing pilates and bar-method several times a week which lead to her being so tight, especially in the glutes. After her back I made my way down to her legs and as I undraped her left leg, she made sure to spread her legs just as far apart as she could. I ran my hand up her leg and up over her bare ass and down to her front hip. I was nervous since this was one of those strokes that very definitely turned into a caress. My nerves were quieted very quickly though as she made sure to tell me how good it felt. I made my way down her leg making sure to get a good long glide up her inner thigh. As I inched up her leg, no more than 2 inches from her pussy I noticed her arch her back and lift her hips. Just a bit. Without comment. Right there I felt my cock begin to fill. Shit. The pants I wear to massage are very thin and were not going to do anything to hide my now pulsing dick. I moved down her leg and that helped to relieve the tension. Great, I was in the clear. I did the other leg and managed to get rid of my erection before the flip. She turned over, told me how great it felt so far. Thinking I’m in the clear, I start to massage the front of her legs. Her quads were very sore, she told me. Again, she spread her legs a bit wider, and tugged at the sheet to make sure I could get access to her hip flexors (that point where your leg meets your torso in the front). I run my hand up her quad, up over her hip bone, feeling every detail I can. She makes sure to tell me how good it feels and she lets out a few moans. My fingers make a few detours and I can feel the edge of her mons and some slight stubble of her pubic hair. She clearly keeps it shaved. Instantly I’m rock hard again. She doesn’t say a word but is clearly breathy much more deeply. I move on. I don’t trust myself. As I massage her arms I notice her looking at me. Not out of the ordinary, but there was a way she was looking at me. A sweet, mischievous smile and would almost look away as if I had caught her looking at me in public. I think that’s when I knew I was in trouble. The final flirtation was when I worked on her neck. (I like to work the next last. You’re face up and I sit at the head of the table.) As I worked she would angle her head up to try to get our faces as close together as they could. I certainly got closer than normal. There was an electricity between us. We were both feeling it. She was waiting for me to make a move and I was hesitant, but I wanted nothing more than to kiss her gloss covered lips. The massage ended and there was a bit of a linger but that was it. I met her in the lobby to say goodbye and thank her and she made it a point to hug me, her hand spread out feeling as much of my back as she could, her body pressed as tightly to me as she could, and my hand slid from her mid back to the top of her glutes making if very clear that I was feeling it. As we hugged she turned to the receptionist and almost reflexively said to her “he’s so cute!” I went back to my room to change the sheets and noticed that she had left a wet spot right in the middle of the table. That night I went home and immediately jerked off. I specifically remember what I was picturing. Mrs. C between my legs, my hard cock in her mouth, while I fondled her tits. I can’t remember how many sessions we had between that first session and this one I’m about to tell you but it was no more than 3 or 4. We had been flirting pretty heavily and this time we picked up right where we left off. I’d let you in on the details but honestly, I just don’t remember. Fast forward to the end of the massage, I’m working on her neck (You remember how I do that from earlier right?)and I’m inching my face closer to hers. Deciding to make my move I play dumb and say “Sorry. I was getting really close to your face.” She opened her eyes and asked what I said. “I was getting close to your face. Didn’t want you to open your eyes and see me inches from your face.” I said as I showed her how close I was. She then held her hand to her face, just barely not touching her nose and said, “It wouldn't be bad even if you were right… here.” I slowly moved in and our first kiss was upside down. We made out like Spidey and MJ while I moved my hands down to massage her tits and play with her nipples which were so sensitive that she’d squirm and moan with every slight pinch. I finally turned myself around to her side so we could make out like teenagers. I still remember her soft tongue and full lips against mine. She grabbed my left hand from her right breast and moved it down between her legs. She was so wet. My middle finger circled her engorged clit for a bit but she was so wet my finger literally slipped inside. She came hard and fast. Whimpering in my ear trying to be as quiet as she could. And with that time was up. I had another client in 15 minutes. To be continued…(?)

My roommate and I have always had a pretty sexually charged relationship. As I’ve mentioned before we’ve both both each other attractive from the start and have been flirty. We never really acted on it apart from one night drunken night. Ever since our flirty relationship has taken a more risqué route and I would also send him random photos of me being explicit when he would least expect it. I loved the thought of him getting turned on and hard at the most inconvenient times. I’d often touch myself as I sent them because the thought would turn me on so much, an of course I’de be sure to let him know exactly what I was doing.

A couple of months ago he was chilling in my room and the conversation turned to sex. We’re usually quite open about these things, so he asked me if I ever fantasied about anything I hadn’t tried. i got a little red as I had never really admitted it to anyone, but I decide to blurt it out. “I really want someone to cum inside me, I want to feel them fill me up”. I looked up to see his reaction and he just had a little grin on his face, then I looked down and noticed a bulge started to emerge. The only worlds her said was “fuck”. My pussy started to throb as I’d realised I’d told him my fantasy and he was visibly turned on by it.

I started to fidget in my seat as my pussy began to long for him more and more. By this point I could clearly see the outline in his pants. He started to move his hand up my thigh until it got to my jean zipper and lowered it slowly, then gestured to me to take them off. He stood up and removed his jeans too freeing his throbbing cock. It was perfect, thick but not too tick and long enough to get deep but without being uncomfortable.

He started to rub it slowly as it grew more and more. “How wet are you” he asked. “Very” I whispered while half mesmerised by his dick. ‘Show me, touch yourself” he said snapping me out of my daze as he stood over me. A little nervous at how intense this was I slid my hand into my panties and started to rub my clit as I moaned. The more I rubbed the fasted he rubbed his cock. I was getting so turned on masturbating for him as I could see how much it was turning him on. I was getting closer and closer and was finding it hard to stop my whole body from squirming. My pussy was aching for him.

He grabbed my hand a pried it away from my throbbing pussy as I moaned and protested. “You can have the hand or you dick” he said with a grin. I pulled him closer until I could feel his tip start to push through.

“Fuck me until you cum” I demanded. He pushed in slowly and started to thrusting. “Where do you want me to cum” he asked as I moaned with pleasure. he quickened his pace and began to rub my clit again. sockwaves where running through my body as he fucked me harder and harder. “I’m going to cum’ he grunted. I couldn’t control myself any longer either as I began to feel his warm cum filling me up as I began selling out of. I exploded shortly after he did.

During one year of college, I started "dating" a police officer. And by dating...I mean he would come to my apartment, fuck me, and leave. Maybe he took me to dinner once in a blue moon. He was such an asshole, treated me poorly, but God if the sex wasn't amazing. I think that's where I developed my handcuff fetish because I don't remember having one before him

We were completely toxic for each other. Wed argue all the time and do things to purposefully piss each other off, but I think it just helped make the sex that much more intense. He absolutely hated that I would flirt with other guys when I would go out with my friends, he hated that I still had tinder, hated me sending nudes on Snap. In a very cliche move for a cop, he loved thinking he could try and control me, or punish me when I didn't do what I wanted. We would constantly fight about this and "break up" only for us to have crazy wild sex the same night and do it all over again in a few days.

One of the nights we "broke up" I went out to a bar with some of my friends. After a few too many drinks I started flirting with a guy that was hanging around with us. We started dancing and both started being generous with our hands. I helped guide his hand between my legs and moved my panties to the side so he could tease me. But it was then that I turned and noticed my favorite police officer watching me from the other side of the bar. Once he saw I knew he was there he walked over to me, grabbed me by the arm and took me out of the bar out the back. Once we were outside he backed me up against the wall of the building, yelling at me for what I was doing.

I was embarrassed, I was sad, I was angry, but really more than any of that...I was horny. He continued yelling at me until I reached out and grabbed his cock over his pants. He tried to push my hand away, wanting to keep the fight going. Then I got down on my knees, reaching for him again with far less resistance than I faced before. As he asked what the fuck I was doing I continued to pull at his pants, undoing his belt and lowering his zipper. He wasn't fighting it any more. I pulled his cock out of his pants and slid it right into my mouth. I could feel him growing around my lips as I slowly moved my head up and down. I could hear him still trying to admonish me for what I did but at this point I was zoning him out. I took my boobs out of my dress and started rubbing them, bouncing them up and down the way I knew he liked.

I took his fat cock out of my mouth and held it in my hand while I looked up at him, jerking him off while he looked down on me with rage still in his eyes. I knew what I was in store for. He pushed my hand away and put his dick back into his pants, grabbed me by the arm and walked me back to his car, calling me every filthy name in the process. He opened up the back door and pushed me inside. I asked where we were going and he simply told me to shut my mouth. I did as I was told

He moved his car to the back of the parking lot, out of sight of any patrons to the bar. He opened the door and pulled me back out. He pushed me to the back of the car and bent me over the trunk, all the while running his hands over my body and groping me in the roughest way possible. I hiked my dress up over my ass as he yanked my underwear to the ground. Continuing to degrade me, he pulled both of my arms behind my back and held them together dropping down to a knee. He threw his tongue in between my legs, with no sense of rhythm or passion, just aggressively pushing his tongue all over me, no intention of pleasuring me.

He pulled away from my ass and spit at my pussy. He stood back up, still holding my arms behind my back and took his cock back out of his pants. He leaned into me, his stomach keeping my hands where he wanted them. With one hand he pushed my head and face down against the trunk and used the other to guide his cock into my now throbbing pussy. Then he started thrusting. Probably harder than I had ever felt him fuck me in the past. He was getting all of his anger out on me, and I enjoyed it.

I pushed my face away from the car and he reached out to push it right back down where he wanted it. His hand slid down to my throat, gripping it tighter than ever. Then out of nowhere he stopped. He turned me around so my ass was against the trunk of his car. Keeping on hand on my throat he moved the other down in between my legs and lightly slapped my clit. Then he thrust two of his fingers inside me

Forcefully moving them up and down inside me I had never had a guy finger me like this before. It was extremely aggressive yet passionate at the same time. He grabbed my hair and pulled my face closer to his and kissed me, fingers still slamming into me. I could feel this crazy amount of pressure and he pulled his fingers out of me. I was gushing for him, literally. Liquid came out of me that I didn't know I was capable of. It was the first time a guy had made me squirt, I had only seen that in porn before.

He took his fingers that still had my juices on them and grabbed me around the throat again, forcing me back to my knees. Quickly he pushed his cock back into my mouth, my head slamming against the back of his car. I knew he was about to cum and I started stroking his shaft while I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock. He pulled the hair on the top of my head and I looked up at him as he came into my mouth.

He told me he was taking me home and I got into his car. We hardly said a word to one another for the entire drive. When we got to my apartment I was surprised he pulled into a spot, usually he would just drop me off right in front of my door and drive away. He got out of the car and walked me to my door, and then let himself inside. Still hardly talking we both got undressed and immediately got into bed. It was one of the maybe handful of nights that he slept over at my place...

Part 1

So my best friend’s bf messaged back. At first we kept the conversation fairly tame, I was asking about plans with my best friend etc…

Anyway, it turns out my best friend had told him about my little cum walk yesterday and he wanted to know whether I enjoyed it.

I mean at this point I already had my hand down my pants so wasn’t exactly going to play it cool. I just said, “I’ll be honest, it was the perfect mix of kinky and taboo and also I was pissed off about losing, so fuck yes, I loved it!!” He just replied, “😏”.

I knew it was now or never to see where this would go. I replied, “I hear from [friend] that you may have been able to make it a bit more obvious what I was doing.”

“I don’t know, you’ll have to show me.”

I then just thought fuck it and sent him the full video of the cum walk. About 10 mins he left me on read, 10 MINUTES! I thought I’d really fucked it. But then a message, he’d sent me a video of him cumming on the picture of me with the caption, “I reckon that’s at least double.”

It was double and then some, I don’t want to fuck up my friendship but think I may have already crossed that line. So I’m on the verge of saying fuck it and seeing if he’ll hose me down with that load 🤤

(Thank you all for your patience. I finally have a chance to sit down and write this second part. Just a reminder I was 25 when this occurred)

On the morning of the night we planned for him to take my virginity, I woke up feeling super nervous but also super excited. I masturbated twice that morning thinking about it. That night he took me out to a very nice restaurant. The entire dinner my stomach was in knots but my pussy was getting very wet. We went back to my place and began making out. I took my heels off, he took his shoes and socks off, and our bare feet were soon touching as our tongues danced. I took his shirt off and started sucking his nipples, then he pulled my dress down and kissed and licked my breasts and nipples, making me super wet. He suggested we take a shower together, which sounded lovely to me.

We went to the bathroom where we finished undressing each other. In the shower we washed each other and then pressed our naked bodies together as we made out. It felt so fucking good! He began rubbing my clit and sucking my nipples and in no time at all he made me cum hard. He said he thought I may have squirted a little but under the water he couldn't stay for sure. Then I knelt down and took his cock into my mouth and blew him until he came in my mouth. We kissed gently as we dried each other off and then walked hand in hand into my bedroom.

He layed down on top of me and pressed his naked body into mine as he kissed me deeply. I loved feeling his bare chest on my bare breasts, his bare feet touching my bare feet, and of course his cock on my pelvis as he slowly became hard again. He started kissing down my neck to my boobs and sucked both my nipples for a long time. Then he kissed down my stomach, down my leg to my feet. He kissed and licked my feet and sucked all 10 toes one at a time. He was driving me insane. Then he kissed back up to my pussy and ate me out until I came even harder than in the shower.

Then we made out some more and he asked if I was ready to lose my virginity. Before I could doubt myself I said yes. He asked if I was sure and I said yes. It was at that moment he realized he'd left the condoms in his pants, which were still in my bathroom. As he left to go get them I lay there naked on my bed, wondering what sex was going to be like. And for a second I started to doubt my decision. I considered backing out, and I hoped he'd understand. But when he came back in and I took in his naked body again, and saw his fully erect cock bouncing as he approached the bed, I knew I wanted to do it. He climbed on top of me and kissed me. As I watched him put the condom on he asked one more time if I was sure I wanted this. I said yes.

So he very gently began putting his cock inside me and yeah the stories are true, it did hurt. The only thing that had ever been inside me were my fingers. Hell just one month prior NOTHING had been inside me besides tampons. So yeah there was pain but it wasn't nearly as bad as I was expecting. He got himself in, asked if I was okay. When I told him yes, he began kissing me and very slowly moving in and out. As he fucked me we kissed for awhile, he sucked my nipples, then go back to kissing me. Eventually the pain faded and it started to feel pretty good. Not orgasmic good (not yet anyway) but I very warm feeling. He eventually picked up his speed and we fucked for awhile longer before he suddenly stopped thrusting. I asked what was wrong, he said he was starting to get close to cumming and wanted me to cum first. Now at this point I was feeling pretty good, way better than I was expecting, but at this point I knew when an orgasm was approaching, and I just wasn't feeling that. I'd also read most women don't cum their first time. I told him it was okay, he'd already made me cum twice with his fingers and his tongue, and to just go ahead and cum. So he started thrusting again while our tounges danced and before too long moaned into my mouth as his cum filled the condom. We made out for a little bit longer before he started to pull out.

As he got off of me and took the condom off, I was suddenly extremely overwhelmed. I started crying. He immediately asked what he'd done wrong. I promised him he hadn't done anything wrong, I was just overcome with emotions. He held me and cuddled me until I fell asleep in his arms. I woke up the next morning, still naked, with a text from him that he had to run home before work, how much he cared about me, that he hoped I was okay, and to call him later. As the memories, both physical and mental started coming back, I started playing with my tits and rubbing my clit. I was sore but not unpleasantly so. I ended up masturbating to two orgasms remembering the events of the night before. And in that moment I realized I had zero regrets.

(I'm so sorry to do this but I am gonna have to make this three parts. The final part is gonna be a little streamlined because I'll be catching up to the present but I'll still have some sexy details to make it worth your while)

My girlfriend in college (wife now) had her own apartment while we were in college. This opened up many opportunities in the bedroom as we could fuck all night and not worry about someone walking in on us. So that happened a lot. Over the course of our time in college, we acquired many sex toys, tried lots of different positions, and learned how to make each other orgasm in ways we did not know were possible prior. For this story, I will focus on one particular night when we bought handcuffs and rope to tie each other down to the bed.

So one afternoon we ventured over to the Spencers in a mall near our college where we had bought many sex toys in the past. This time we were seeking rope and handcuffs. They had an entire sex and bondage section so we were able to get everything we wanted. After making our way home, it didn’t take long for us to open up our new purchases and put them to use. Our agreement was to each get a turn tied up and we were not allowed to make the other orgasm until we both had a chance to be tied up.

I tied her up first. The handcuffs went around both wrists and were tied at the head of the bed. I tied ropes to both ankles and tied the ends of the ropes to the corners of the bed, spreading her legs. The ropes were all pretty tight so she couldn’t move too much. I had left her thong on thinking I could tease her with her thong on for a while but then I realized I wouldn’t be able to take them off of her so I had to untie her legs and remove the thong first.

She is now totally naked and blindfolded on the bed. I am also naked and start by admiring her body as I get on top of her. She had some really tight but big C cups in college. Her pussy was clean shaven and fully exposed due to her spread legs. While I had seen her pussy many times, she never would just lay there for me to admire it. I would only see it while going down on her or just a few seconds before putting my dick inside of her. So this was really hot to see. Plus she had toned legs and an overall great body.

The first thing I do is let my hands wander her body. I feel her arms and slowly move my hands down her chest (avoiding her nipples this time) to her stomach and eventually down her thighs and legs. I remove my hands from her body so she won’t know where I am going next. I lower my face over hers and start making out with her. I continue to make out with her for a few minutes and can tell by how intense it was getting that she was horny. I took this cue and put my hand on her leg and slowly moved it towards her pussy.

We are both already breathing hard as we make out but when I find her clit and start touching it, she lets out a moan, which was really hot. As I work my fingers inside of her, I feel how wet she is. I struggle not to fuck her right there and then. I continue slowly fingering her and rubbing her clit. I can tell she wants more so I stop kissing her and walk to the end of the bed. I do my best to not touch her legs as I lay down with my face right above her exposed clit. Without warning I gently start licking her clit in circles and moving my tongue down her pussy and sliding it as far as I can in her pussy. She is trying so hard to control herself but is pulling hard on the ropes and moaning much louder now. To ensure she doesn’t orgasm, I abruptly stop, leaving her wanting more.

I then untie her and lay on the bed so she can tie me up. She voices her displeasure that I stopped but agrees to move forward. She ties me up and blindfolds me just as I did to her. I was not ready for the tease she was about to give me.

One of the ways she masturbates is to straddle the corner of her bed with her clit pressing down into the bed and her legs lowering on each side of the corner down to the floor. She lays her face and body down on to the bed and grinds into the bed. Well she starts doing this without touching me except for part of her body that is resting against my leg. She literally tied me up and started masturbating at the end of the bed I was tied to. I could not see her or touch her. She tells me how good it feels that she is in control of both her orgasm and the lack of mine. I tell her she cannot orgasm per our agreement but she said the agreement was we could not make the other person orgasm. So she continues masturbating until she has had 3 orgasms. I am just sitting there with my dick out and I cannot even touch it.

After about 10 minutes of this, she finally starts kissing my body and making out with me. I beg her to touch my dick so she touches it up and down with a finger for a few minutes, knowing it is killing me. Luckily, she wanted to orgasm again and sped things up. She immediately mounted me and took my dick deep into her wet pussy. She started riding me fast and it wasn’t long before I came inside of her which sent her into her own orgasm.

While I only got one orgasm and she had four, it was one of the best nights of my life.

So this weekend my husband (29m) and I (25f) are going to look for our first unicorn!! We’ve been talking about this a lot and I really want it to happen. It was my idea and of course he’s all about it! I want my first girl on girl experience and I really want to share my husband! I think the whole thing will be so hot.

I think I’m going to be the one to approach the girls at the bar and see if I can feel them out haha hopefully it goes well!!! Wish us luck!!

I’m happily married, in a fun open (kinda) relationship. My wife has a hot sister who came over the other night… it’s an incredible story, one that ticked something on my bucket list.

Wanna chat? It’s dirty, and taboo, a great true story!

His arms wrapped around my waist, placing his hands on my ass and firmly grabbing each cheek. He violently pulled me closer to him. Impatiently kissing my lips. I could feel the lust that had been building up. The way he held me, the way he kissed me. It all screamed.

"I want you here and now!"

The maintenance room was not very big. It was big enough for us to move around comfortably. As he kissed me, we slowly started to walk backward. within a few steps, my back hit the door completely closing it. His hands were now on my hips. He stopped kissing me. biting my bottom lip as he pulled away. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. His hands started to move up the sides of my body. feeling his hands move from the fabric of my leggings to the bare skin below the sports bra as he slowly moved his hands up my body was intoxicating. Suddenly I felt his lips kissing my neck. sending chills all across my body. Seconds later I felt his hands pushing up towards my breast. His fingers slid underneath the sports bra. Pinching my very hard nipples.Him having his way with me, with such lust and desire. The excitement of doing something like this for the first time where anyone could walk in at any moment. At work of all places. the fact that I hadn't had sex in a month. And that the last time I masturbated was 3 days prior. I couldn't help but orgasm the moment his fingers pinched my nipples. with nothing to muffle my voice, I let out what felt like a very loud moan.

"oh, Fu.."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, turning my head towards my shoulder and biting down to keep myself from making any more noise. my hold body shaking as the orgasmed passed.

"Guess you were more turned on than I was"

Joe said in a cocky tone. I was still trying to recover, so I didn't even have any comebacks.

"Get on your knees"

I did as he asked, knowing what he wanted I pulled down his shorts. Turned on as I was, I took him in my mouth almost instantly. unlike the first time, he didn't start off slow. Shoving his cock deep enough to make me gag. As I was about to close my mouth around his cock. He put both his hands on the sides of my head.

"uh-uh, Keep your tongue out and your mouth open"

I've never had a man giving me commands like that. leaving me a bit unsure of how to feel about it. But I was too turned on to deny him anything at this point. He continued to shove his cock deep into my mouth, making me gag every time, and pulling his cock all the way back out. Allowing me just enough time to recover before doing it again. Memories of our first night came to mind. Suddenly I felt myself slowly getting even more turned on by the anticipating of him pushing his cock deep down my throat making me choke. I looked up at him. In my mind all I could think of was

"Please... Please make me choke"

He started picking up the pace, giving nearly no time to recover. He stopped pulling his cock out of my mouth. I decided to close my mouth around his cock, and started moving my head in sync with his thrust. After a few seconds, he finally pushed his cock deep into my throat. Filling my mouth with cum. swallowing it all, and trying not to choke was extremely hard. I was a bit disappointed. As I really wanted him to fuck me.

"bend over, I'm not done with you"

Yet again, turning me on even more. I did as I was told. Pulling my leggings and panties down as I bent over. I'd never experienced having my panties so wet before that day. I felt his hand on my ass, slowly spreading it apart giving him a better view. Suddenly felt his finger spreading apart my labia as he slowly pushed them inside of me. I felt the weight of his body behind me as he leaned into my ear whispering;

"Payback is a bitch"

As his fingers slipped out of me. By the time my brain managed to process what had just happened. and what he meant. He had quickly opened the door and walked out.

If you'd like to read the stories leading up to this, they're on my profile.

I was visiting a pal at Uni for his birthday in Essex. It was a social for his rowing club and the theme was ‘Disney’. He was going as Peter Pan and his girlfriend Wendy, so we decided to it was funniest if I went as Tinkerbell.

Thankfully my rig was looking decent and I have alright legs for a dress, so I think I just about pulled the look off. A tight green dress, knee high socks with stars on, a wand and a set of fairy wings.

We went to uni club and somehow I ended up pulling someone. We went back to her flat and in the flurry of undressing, my drunken brain decided it would be funny to keep the fairy wings on.

She was petite but with amazing curves, and gave a really, really good blowjob. When I was hard enough I picked her up and turned her around so I could see her gorgeous round ass. I teased her for a second with the tip of my cock before sliding in. She had a mirror next to her bed and at one point I distinctly remember seeing our reflection and simultaneously enjoying how good she looked bent over and finding it funny how I was railing her from behind with the fairy wings still on.

So I (f, 20s, redhead, hourglass figure) often wake up horny. Like really horny. And this morning was no exception. I was still half asleep, and unaware of my surroundings when I slipped my hand down been my legs. My fingers slowly began teasing my pussy, feeling my wetness running over my fingers. Soft moans escaped from my lips as I started rubbing harder, rolling my hips.

Then, I woke up some more and remembered, to my horror, that one of my friends (also a female in her 20s) had crashed at mine last night and was asleep (or so I hoped) I the bed next to me! Very embarrassing....

I'm not sure if she woke up and knew what I'd been doing... but I was so horny, I had to slip out to the other room to finish myself off. So far, nothing has been mentioned, so either she was asleep and didn't notice or is pretending like nothing happened to be polite..... 😅

Hey guys, you may know me from my stories on here but i also have one more goal apart from fucking my classmate Nia haha

I was to become a slut and as you know i have done some slutty stuff but I want to get sluttier and sluttier. Note that i want the progress to be slow and I don’t wanna rush things you know.

So what i want from you is to suggest slutty things i can do to become a bigger slut. I can’t promise to do everything you guys suggest but I promise to try.

The things I’ve done till now are: Go to school without underwear in pants Go to school without underwear in a skirt Let my juices drip down my leg in school Go to the mall pantieless in a skirt While at the mall: flashed my pussy and asshole to a man (accidentally) (Accidentally) saw a woman in a bra in the fitting rooms

I promise to be a good girl and reply to every comment under this post. :))