I recently connected with a beautiful young stripper and we immediately hit it off. For reference she’s 5’2 probably 130lbs with nice pierced C tits and a fat ass. After a few texts, we met up for sushi a week later. One thing led to another and we are back at her house for a little 4:20 fun. Soon we are making out and head to her bedroom ([Video]( She’s been bragging about how good she is in the bed and immediately takes my entire cock down her throat. She tells me while I’m fingering her that she’s a squirter and she soaks her bed and my dick. She’s so hot so I flip her over and fuck her from the back. I knew from fingering her she liked it in the ass so she slowly slips my dick in her ass. She said I was a little too big so she does the majority of the maneuvering. After a few pumps, I’m hilt deep in her chocolate tube. Her phone starts vibrating so we pause and she yells, “you’ve got to go fast, it’s my boyfriend”. Well,
My (24F) roommate (27M) recently went through a breakup. Roommate and his GF seemed to be a great couple and spent a lot of time together and shared a lot of similar interests. Was really out of the blue when I heard they split and roommate did not take it well at all. We talked about it and he said she ended things because they weren't compatible and didn't share enough similar interests.. again.. odd to me since I saw the opposite. A couple of weeks later, we're drinking again and partying with a couple of other friends and my roommate gets up to go to the bathroom (or so I thought). I'm dying for a cig and wait for him to close the door and start making my way towards his bedroom to steal a cig. His bedroom door is right next to the bathroom door so it's hard to tell which door is opening and closing without visually looking. I guess this time he didn't go to the bathroom and instead to his bedroom to uh.. relieve himself. No idea why his bedroom instead of the bathroom
I work as a lecturer at a large university in Scotland and sleeping with students not allowed. However, at graduation they cease to be students. A few years ago, just before the covid19 pandemic, we were graduating a class of our students. Usual thing with families, friends, partners, etc all milling around, walking across the stage and getting degrees. Afterward we had a reception in the department. Receptions are a chance for graduates, their family, and faculty to mix over cheap, kinda warm prosecco and low-quality canapes. One student, let’s call her Vicki, had been my supervisee for the year. She was a half-Asian, half-white girl from Hong Kong about 23 years old, and we got on pretty well. She was slim built, maybe 5’5. We had done the usual thing of working together, some late nights in the lab but nothing that I would even consider flirting really. She was graduating with her parents and sister visiting, all of them beaming with pride. Vicki was wearing this long
This was back when I was in university. I was 23. Never went to class and instead played basketball all day in the gym. I'm a decent looking guy and this was probably the fittest I had been my whole life. But that's boring preamble. I worked part time at a sports store at the mall. You know the type, we sold jerseys and hats mostly. Great job to have while in school. There was a TV in the store with sports playing. Joke around with people, no real stress. And lots of socialization, being in the mall. To that end, that evening I was working with two girls. Catherine and Naté. I had a great relationship with both. Catherine was taller that me. I'm like 5'10 or 5'11. She had to be 6' easy. Black hair. She was average looking, but her personality made up for a lot. She was in a serious relationship, but she loved turning every conversation towards sex. I think she was envious of the rest of us being single, and lived vicariously through us. Naté was sexy as hell. She was fairly tall to
She is bright, sexy and seductive. Today, 12 years later, she has only become prettier and more attractive. Sometimes in social networks I admire her pictures, on the beaches of Mallorca or the Maldives. My ex, slave. We met by chance, as is often the case in our technological age, on a dating site. I saw a rather candid photo of a young girl among the many faces and bodies flashing on the screen. Wrote a joke. Answered. We got talking. At 21, she already had two offspring, and managed to get a divorce. The ex-husband, a drug addict, took out everything that could be sold from the house, beat her with a mortal combat, after another beating, during her third pregnancy, she lost the fetus, and returned to her parents. She spent whole days sitting at home and stupidly hanging out on a dating site, occasionally getting out on regularly disappointing dates. We were registered on the same site, but lived in completely different cities, and even in different countries. Just at this time,
So about 2 years ago my husband told me his fantasy to share me and wanting to see me get gangbanged. Crazy part was I always had the same fantasy to be in a gangbang and to be fucked in front of my man by a massive dick . We talked dirty about it for a long time untill we started making it happen . First time he brought me his phone and showed me a pic of a guy here on reddit and said you should fuck him when we go on our vacation to Orlando. I instantly agreed and we met the guy and he came back to our room and my husband watched him use me and fill me with cum all night . Then he found another guy off reddit for our vegas trip who had an even bigger dick and said I want you to fuck him. So first night in Vegas the guy came to our room and I can't even count how many tome I came on his dick before my husband and him started taking turns on me till 4am . Was intense night for me . And now we have another guy again off reddit meeting us in Mexico in a few weeks with surprisingly a
Also--this story involves having sex with a married man. If that isn't your cup of tea, I suggest you not read it. -------------------------------------------------------- I took a nap after my roommate’s Dad left. When I woke back up it was night time. I sat up in bed and smiled as I remembered the events of the day. Mr. Johnson had been practically insatiable, fucking me for hours before he finally managed to pull himself away. I had wanted Becca’s dad for so long— since high school. And it finally happened. I felt so happy. Then I looked at my phone. It was a text message from Steve--Mr. Johnson. He felt guilty. He was married, he said, and he loved his wife. He said he just lost control and gave in to my advances. He gave in alright. Repeatedly. My mind started to wander, thinking about all the implications of sleeping with my best friend’s married father. I made my way to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was all messed up and I looke
Hi, I just wanted to share this story because it was a new experience for me. For a bit of context, I’m a lesbian and my girlfriend is bisexual. She’s only ever been with 1 man and for the past month or 2 has been telling me how much she misses having a cock in her mouth. I know she’s loyal and I know she loves me but I really wanted to give her that pleasure. I have 0 interest in men, so it was a difficult decision but we worked it out and decided we would have a threesome with a guy. It took a little while to find a guy who we were comfortable with but luckily we found one of our friends who we’ve both known for a while and who was one of my girl’s old roommates. For the sake of simplicity we’ll call my girlfriend Dez and the guy Billy. Dez and I spent quite a long time looking when Dez suggested with get in touch with Billy. Apparently she’s already seen her naked and she’s already seen him naked so they’re pretty comfortable with each other. Billy was great, he never push
Working at summer camp when I was younger was some of the most fun, I had at that time. Because the camps were separated, the girls did not feel pressure to look nice or behave a certain way. It was a very “girl power” experience at times. We did do things with the boy’s camp, and we hung out with them occasionally on our time off, but for the most part it was just us girls. To say the camps are old and a little run down is an understatement. Those camps have not had any real work done on them, besides paint, since the 80s. So, when big storms hit… it could be scary. I think it was the second year I was there when a huge storm hit the camp a couple weeks in. Usually, we just keep everyone inside and away from windows and wait it out. That night, however, lightning struck one of the main electric lines that ran through the main part of the camp. One of my coworkers was walking nearby when it happened... and was lucky she was not hurt. The power was out for the entire camp. Everyth
I’ve been with him since I was 16. We knew after less than a month we were going to spend forever together. I would do absolutely anything for him, and he would for me as well. But (there’s always a but…) He’s always had a very high sex drive, and I never really did, even when we were teens. Probably around age 20 I stopped having any sex drive at all. I love him more than life itself, partially because he never once pressured me to do anything I didn’t want to do. He knew what a struggle my sex drive was for me and was always so much more than happy to cuddle instead of sex. But I knew he wanted more. So I started planning my weekends around making myself have sex. He is *extremely* generous in the bedroom, and, even though I never walked away without climaxing, I still didn’t enjoy it as much as I should have. I started thinking about sex as something I was doing *for* him instead of *with* him. And I did it for a long time because I wanted so desperately to make him happy. A year
I matched with a girl on tinder, Alina, a blonde with tanned skin, a face with freckles, a nose ring, and a slim thick body. She has these nice thick thighs, a peachy ass, a pretty small waist, and surprisingly full tits. After some back and forth text flirting we decided to meet up for a drink, went to the bar and automatically hit it off. A few drinks later and suddenly we were back at her place half naked on the bed, and before long having decently wild quite frantic sex. It was a fucking great evening, and Alina looked fantastic naked. After a mini marathon of sex we passed out naked on her bed. 6am rolls around and I am pulled from my slumber by a familiar pleasurable feeling. A few moments of thinking I was dreaming, and sleepy confusion as to where I am, I realise what the fuck is happening. Alina is kneeling next to me naked, bent down bobbing her head up and down on my already hard cock. She turns her head and innocently says ‘sorry I couldn’t help myself’ with a cheeky smi
So spring break of this year my wife was having her friend from Florida come visit us. I was also having my sister come visit us at the same time as all 3 of them are friends with each other. My wife’s friend (ill refer to her as L) and i kinda had a past. We both dated in high school. Nothing ever really happened as her parents were super strict. Only thing that happened between us two was she gave me a blow job in the parking lot of the movies. L’s plane was landing about two hours away. So we drove over to the airport to get her. Once she finally arrived she saw my wife and ran over to her giving her the biggest hug ever. Watching her run to her and seeing her tits bounce is where i really started to get antsy. Then she comes over and gives me a hug and the moment i felt her tits pressed against me i instantly started to get turned on a little bit. We finally got to the car and we all jammed out to music on the way back. Before we went back to the house we stopped at the store
The next day, Jana tried to look strong and haughty, as always. It just worked out for her! But she honestly tried, Denis appreciated it. She somehow managed to sit, but the girl moved with some difficulty. But if she stood, then the view was the same as always. The guy just saw how he was coming up now, and she answered him: “I have no time, Zaitsev, we’ll talk another time.” As if with his mind he understood that she would not say anything like that, but deja vu was present from the cold look. But in the meantime, you have to come. It would be stupid if you don’t come up like this for the whole day. Yesterday I walked Yana home, but the conversation did not go well along the way. Yes, then she was not up to talking, she could hardly stand on her feet. Although she preferred to stand in the trolleybus, it was apparently even worse for her to sit. It’s good that I recovered, all the same, Denis was worried about it. Yes, the guy liked what happened, but he didn’t want Yana to suffer!
I’ll be honest though, leaving the room to let her get dressed while she laid there on the table topless, her chest and face flush and breathing deeply, her legs spread in a diamond under the sheet … let’s just say that was tough. After she dressed and during our little post massage chat while she was checking out, she scheduled another massage in exactly two weeks - this time a 90 minute session instead of her usual 60. With her permission I extended that to two hours in my calendar, and told her in my most professional persona (which isn’t very convincing) that we should plan on having a bit longer of a pre-massage consultation next time, just to make sure we’re both on the same page with what she wants out of these sessions. She responded with a bit of a cheeky smile, saying she would definitely think long and hard about it, then gave me a big hug and left. 100% honesty again - I was so turned on when she left that I quickly got myself off in the restroom before my next client sh
I’d had a long day working and wanted nothing more than to get changed have a bath and chill out with a few beers. It was Friday and I had really needed to chillout. I pulled up to the house and noticed Karen’s mams car was parked next to hers. This wasn’t expected, nor was I in a position to entertain but I parked the car, switched off the engine and readied myself. I never had anything against Susan, my MIL, but she never truly accepted me as her daughters other half. At least that’s how it seemed, all my effort of trying to be nice and accommodating had resulted in no movement from her end. When I say her end she had recently divorced from her second husband and moved onto a boyfriend called Bryan. Karen’s father had passed away years ago and Susan remarried. Well now she was on her own again, maybe she has a problem with men? I walked in the door and I was greeted with my wife and MIL, a bottle into discussing something, it was a heated chat and they were both very matter of fac
Part - 2 Kaitlyn blushed a bit as her fingers fiddled around with some strings hanging from her bikini, “Kinda” she smirked nervously, “Would that be weird?!?!”. I couldn’t contain my excitement and stood up, quickly undoing my swim shorts and pulled them down with one swift yank. My cock sprung free as my shorts slid down past it and it slapped up against my stomach making an audible thud. Bouncing a bit after, but quickly standing firm and throbbing. “Fuck no it isn’t weird!” I said with a chuckle feeling fully empowered, knowing she wanted to see it. Kaitlyn smiled big “Holy fuck! Your dick is massive!” and her eyes got big and wide as she stared at my throbbing dick. “Can I touch it?” she asked… her eyes never leaving my cock. “You literally never have to ask that question…” I chuckled feeling confident knowing she likes it. “you can touch it anytime you want!” I smirked. “mmm” she let out a light moan as she reached over and began to let her hand naturally explore m
Once upon a time, on my 21st year, I went out in Vegas to visit a friend who had relocated there. At this point in my life, I was a moderate to heavy drinker, typical nerdy shy-guy with minimal sexual experience. I only had a few "not serious" girlfriends. Making out, bad blowjobs, and what have you. So the prospect of going to one of the top 5 strip clubs in Las Vegas, with beautiful women, was daunting. Coming from a TEENY TINY town in the midwest, the siting of a beautiful woman was rare, and often met with skepticism by your peers. My friend and I had dressed well, as is customary for a "night out on the town", black slacks, suit jacket, decent button up shirt. And there had to have been a little magic in my outfit since we won a few hundred bucks at blackjack following basic strategy. After we cashed out our chips, my semi-local friend suggested we hit up one of the top strip clubs in Vegas. He asked if I had a preference. I suggested full nude, and NOT that far away from where
Sweat keeps me sane. Things might be tough now, but if I wasn’t working out, it would be ten times worse. This past week I’ve been a gym sad boy. I go to group fitness class and work harder than the instructor thinks I can. Then I stretch, get my shit, and leave. My mom has been in the hospital this whole week and I feel like I’m on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I’ve read that single men in their late twenties don’t fare well in terms of mental health, but I’m so down all the time it’s hard to meet someone. I figure if I can get in better shape and up my confidence, I’ll have a shot. As for now, I’m in a vicious cycle. I don’t know if you’ve ever been without physical touch for a long time, but it’s driving me crazy. Hugging my mom while she lies in a hospital bed is more for her than for me at this point. I want to feel a woman’s touch: to feel her soft curves press into me and hold on tight. I want to be desired. I also think desperation is the strongest cologne. So I keep my h
I have a lovely colleague, Henry, who’s just finishing University, aged 22. I’ve worked with him for 4-5 months and I’ve heard a lot about his lack of success on dating apps. He matched with a girl who comes into our coffee shop a few times per week and got really shy when she came in. Anyway, he goes out the back, and to my surprise, she confidently asked if his name was Henry. The girl she was with told me, “she’s sure she matched with him.” I joked that Henry wouldn’t be on the apps for long as he’s a genuinely great guy. I wanted to hype him up subtly but I thought I’d screwed it up by saying, “he’s calmly confident but believe me, he’s got a beautiful body underneath that barista apron.” I felt a bit silly after I’d said it and thought I’d probably ruined the poor guy’s chances. So much for subtle. Henry came in two days later, telling me he’d been enjoying talking and swapping pics with a girl who’s been in here. I pretended I didn’t know her face when he showed me. He was s
My wife and I took a trip with her friend and the friends boyfriend to Las Vegas to celebrate wifes friends birthday. First I'm going to describe my wife to get it out of the way. She's about 5'2", brunette, brown eyes, light skinned latina with 32DDD tits, nice hips, nice ass. We ended up sharing a room so we were in a suite that had queen beds and a living room space. The three of them went before me because It was a last minute thing for me because of work. So they arrived a couple hours before me but we linked up and went to get some food. After some food we got good ol herbs and edibles, some drinks, and the first evening we spent in the hotel. The drinks start flowing and the vapes and edibles are kicking in and we're having fun. My wife and I fuck constantly. We can't have enough of one another. We're just sexually attracted to each other and it's awesome! So when you add liquour and weed, it amplifies it by alot! So we're starting to get handsy with one another and she starts