I have found myself consistently ending first dates by giving oral sex to my dates. I have always found it to be a nice way of thanking them for a good night especially when they've a gentleman the whole way through A few weeks ago, I went on a date and as soon as we finished dinner and were in the parking lot, I was already sucking and deepthroating his cock. Throughout our conversations, I had promised him that I would do it for him if we had a good night, and I am a person who keeps my word. I was really eager to see what he was working with and how it tasted. I wasn't disappointed at all. I just let him use my mouth until he was finished and satisfied! As he was ejaculating, I kept swallowing it all and didn't stop sucking him (I have been told that this feels extremely good). Even after he was done, I kept sucking until he was satisfied and gave me a thumbs up. Honestly, if he hadn't ejaculated so quickly, I probably would have had sex with him. I have always
So I was in Vegas with my husband and on our 3rd night he had way to much sun and vodka and passed out hard early . I was planing to just stay in the room and relax but I changed my mind and put on my black dress and left the room to go walk the casino and play a few games. I was down on the floor for an hour or so bouncing around tables when this guy walked up to me at the bar and asked "how much for an hour " . I was shocked he thought I was a working girl , NY dress was tiny and I had heels on but never thought I looked like that . I was about to just laugh and tell him I'm not a hooker when he grabbed my thigh and slid his hand up a little . This got me instantly wet thinking that this guy wants to pay me to fuck and was actually a pretty good looking guy . So I just looked at him and went high and said 500$ . He didn't even bat an eye and said deal let's go up to my room . And that's exactly what I did, I went up the elevator and followed him into his room where he handed m
After college, I moved in a 2 bedroom apartment with my BF. It wasn't anything special, but it was cozy. My BF had left for the night for a boys night out. I had planned an entire evening just for me. A long bath with candles, a little manicure and then some time to myself in my bedroom. I had lined up all 5 of my toys on the bed: Smallest dildo, suction vibrator, womanizer, we-vibe and finally my massive dildo. I enjoyed the journey through my first 4 toys, with some light porn and had an hour of fun and multiple orgasms. When it was time for the big boy, my clit was on fire from all the stimulating. I very rarely use it since I need to be in an incredibly excited mood to enjoy it. It was stuck on the edge of the bed, staring at me with his big fat head. I was feeling up to the challenge and crawled to it. I started licking it and trying to wrap my lips around it. That thing is massive, 8inches of pure girth. I barely had it in my mouth and my jaw was hurting. I leaned on my back
Loud music beat on her ears, but Sandra still could not understand - she was trembling from excitement or from vibrations transmitted from powerful speakers through the floor to her body. Still, it was not without reason that she did not like this idea from the very beginning, and she did not agree for several months - her friend, Mary, had to persuade the girl a lot. It would seem that this is just to go to a club with a friend whom they have known for many years. Indeed, the task would not have been difficult if the girls were 21 - it was from this age that one could visit such places in Missouri. Unfortunately, neither 18-year-old Sandra nor 19-year-old Mary fit the mentioned conditions. But Mary, to Sandra's surprise, was not stopped by this obstacle - she continually remembered her friends who were ready to get her (and part-time Sandra) fake documents. For Sandra, this was unacceptable - she was from a prosperous family, her father was a prominent businessman, and she was broug
This is a story regarding my friend Gina. This is something we have kept secret for more a decade. As of now, I'm 37 and Gina is 39. We both are married to our own spouses, and have families of our own, neither my wife nor Gina's husband know anything about his. A little backstory: I met Gina in college when I was 19 and she was 21. A that time, she was girlfriend of one of the guys that had made a group to get together to play tabletop games, cards, board games and D&D. This group was mostly males, with a couple exceptions, Gina and another girl, both of them were in a relationship with someone from the group, however, they were not there only by compromise, they share interest in playing and being overall part of things. Gina in particular, did not study in the same college than the rest of us, so while most of us saw each other almost every other day while on campus, we only met Gina in weekends when we did a get together. During my final year of college, Gina broke with her bo
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
My mom turned 40 last year. We did not particularly celebrate this event ... relations in our family have been strained lately. The relationship of my parents was especially problematic ... for five years they had been sleeping in different rooms, almost did not talk. Once my mother said that she lives with her father only for us. There are two of us ... me (I turned nineteen) and my sister Tanya. My mother considered me an adult. We even discussed very frank topics with her, in particular, she complained more than once that she had not received good sex so necessary for a woman at her age for a long time. “I haven’t had a man for so many years! But women have many diseases from this ...” - my mother said. She probably did not know then that I would have given half my life to become her man ... In July, my sister went to rest in Artek. The father also left. He said that he was on a business trip to Moscow, although my mother and I guessed that somewhere to the south - with his mistre
The guy I’m seeing sent me truly to another plane last night. I’ve always had a thing for slightly rough, raw sex and being lightly choked in bed. I’m also fascinated by hands and love watching him finger me but hadn’t ever thought about it much before this moment. Last night, he was railing into me in a prone position and holding my neck with one hand. I could hardly see straight from how good he felt inside me and the sound of him slapping against my ass while I soaked him was ungodly. Suddenly, he reached down with his other hand and hooked two long, thick fingers deep into my mouth and pulled my head back farther. I couldn’t help but suck on them and the act made me feel so submissive. I came so much harder than I ever have—I swear I blacked out and tears were running down my face as he finally finished inside me. He went to pull away but I held him there on top of me until I could stop shaking. When he pulled out I could feel his come slipping out of me, and as I turned over
I live with two guys. I know, I know. I found the listing online when I was desperate for a place and it was cheap and close to campus and I figured worst case they’d be messy and I’d have to clean the bathroom twice a week. Best case I’d have two built-in friends. What actually happened was neither of those things. About three months in I lost my weekend shifts and couldn’t make rent. I told Emilio (the one whose family owns the apartment) and he said don’t worry about it, him and Callum would cover me until I figured it out. They didn’t even hesitate. Sweetest guys on the planet about it, no pressure, no weird energy, just “we got you.” I felt guilty. Started talking to Emilio about how I’d pay him back eventually, make it up to him somehow. We were on the couch drinking beer and the “make it up to you” part got flirty and the flirty part got specific and twenty minutes later I was on my knees between his legs with his cock in my mouth and my hand on his thigh and he was grippi
Last year my wife had a good friend that was going through a divorce. Her husband had filed and they were in the process of trying to sell their house This woman was in her mid thirties and her husband was the only guy she had been with in over 10 years. She was overweight (not massive but probably 230 pounds at 5'5") and was convinced no one would want her My wife seized on another opportunity to whore me out (just as much for herself as anyone involved) She asked me if I was interested in sleeping with her friend and initially I wasn't really. It wasn't her weight or looks that bothered me, I just found her kind of annoying but eventually my wife talked me into it and her friend agreed immediately I didn't have to do anything to win her over or take her out or anything. My wife set everything up with her and had her come over the next night. My wife left almost immediately and told us to have fun. I could tell her friend was nervous so I suggested we do a shot of tequila. After
The first time I(20f) noticed Jake staring at my ass, I was stretching before a run in the living room. Yoga pants on, bent over at the waist, hair falling forward to expose the back of my neck. He sat on the couch pretending to watch TV, but his eyes stayed locked on the way the fabric hugged every curve, on how my body moved, on the way my ass pushed back toward him like an offering. I pretended not to notice. But I noticed. Jake is my stepbrother. Twenty-two. Tall, broad-shouldered, with messy dark hair and hands that look like they know things. Veiny forearms from working construction all summer. A jaw that could cut glass. And those deep brown eyes that go dark when he’s thinking about something he shouldn’t. Our parents got married two years ago. We’ve been living under the same roof ever since. For two years I’ve been catching him looking—at me in the kitchen when I reach for something on the top shelf and my shirt rides up, in the hallway when I step out of the bathroom in
I woke up from a wet dream … fucking her. In the dream Sienna was on the pink rug, ass up, my cock buried in her, and I was about to come when the dream jerked sideways. A hand on my shoulder, and then my sister’s voice. “Cole. You’re moaning. Mom’s not here, but the neighbor is.” I opened my eyes. She was standing over the bed in a robe and nothing else. The robe was short, some thin white thing she used between showers, belt loose, front open, and both tits were out. They were pale and shaped as teardrops, narrow at the top but full and bouncy at the bottom topped with nipples stiff as my cock. The hem barely covered her pussy. One shift and I would have seen all of it. I was rock hard under the sheet. The dream had me right on the edge, but because she’d woken me up, I hadn’t finished. She looked at the tent and didn’t pretend she hadn’t. “Good morning to you too,” I said. She dropped a stack of cash on my chest. It fanned. Twenties, fifties, a band around the middle. My eyes
The anal clip had been up for four days, and I had watched the view count like a guilty man checks a door. Sienna texted me the screenshot at midnight. Comments under it were not subtle. *Same guy in her pussy next. Don’t cut. Ass to pussy. What a monster cock! What’s his porn name?* I locked the phone and still saw it when I shut my eyes. I had already been inside my sister’s ass. Wanting the rest of it did not make it less wrong. It made it worse, and worse still felt good. Mom was on the late shift again. I was on the couch pretending to scroll when Sienna came out of her room in the cropped tee and those useless shorts, phone in her hand, smug in a way that meant the money had cleared. “You’re welcome,” she said. “I didn’t thank you.” “You should. They love you. Well, they love your cock. They don’t know it’s my brother’s.” She dropped onto my lap like the couch was full. Ass on my thighs, back against my chest, already grinding before I could shove her off. I was half hard fro
This was a few months ago. I was on a break with my boyfriend, the kind where you both know it is technically a break but you are also both secretly hoping it is not permanent. My best friend and I booked a last minute trip to this party resort on the coast because we needed to do something chaotic and it felt right. Second night there we met two guys at a bar. We were all pretty drunk and one thing led to another and somehow we ended up back in our hotel room with them, more drinks, some other stuff, the whole situation escalating in that way that feels inevitable in hindsight I guess. Here is the thing. There was one double bed. Mine and my friend's. And at some point we were both on it with these guys and I remember looking over at her like... are we actually doing this? And she just kind of shrugged and smiled and that was that. It was so hot. Like unexpectedly, embarrassingly hot. We were both getting fucked right next to each other and we kept catching each other's eyes and at
Hi everyone! I thought I'd share something that happened to me last week. I still can't believe it happened to me. I've never written anything like this before, so please don't judge me too harshly. A little about myself. My name is Lena, I'm thirty-two years old, and I've been married for six years. My relationship with my husband is good, but in bed, things are very bland. He tries, and I try, but it feels more like fulfilling marital duties than real sex. I can't even remember the last time I experienced something truly intense. That's probably why it all happened. A friend had been telling me to get a massage for a while. She said it helps me relax, unwind, and feel like a woman. I kept demurring, but then I finally made an appointment. I chose a more expensive salon so that everything would be decent. I asked for a male massage therapist—my friend said men have stronger hands and are better at working my back. Honestly, I just imagined that men&#
I’m a 28 yo male, my wife and I separated a little over a year ago amicably. We just fell out of love that kind of thing but we’re still kind with each other and our families which is a good thing since we have children together. About a month ago I broke my hand at work and had it locked in a cast for about 6 weeks. Since I wasn’t able to do anything like button up my own pants my ex mother in law volunteered to come stay with me for awhile and help me out especially on my weeks with the kids since we are kind of far from my own family. We had a lot of slip ups since we weren’t very used to living together. There was a couple times I’d walk out into the kitchen for a drink in the middle of the night and she would be out there in her underwear or just a baggy shirt doing the same thing. There was also more than a couple instances I’d walk out of my room in the morning in just my underwear sporting full morning wood forgetting that she was also there. One night about 3 weeks in I caug
I hated all the pre-wedding chores. My best friend had decided to throw a big ceremony, and as best man, I was forced to wear a tuxedo. Not just buy one, but have it custom-made at some fancy tailor. A nasty autumn rain was drizzling outside, and the prospect of hanging around for an hour or two while they took my measurements was depressing. The Velvet Atelier was located in the basement of an old mansion. Inside, it was dim, cozy, and cramped with endless rolls of fabric. I gave my name to the receptionist, and a minute later she came out to meet me. Her name was Elvira. She couldn't have been more than twenty-eight, but she carried herself with that calm, slightly haughty grace that comes from women who know their worth and their craft. Her jet-black hair was pulled back into a high, sleek ponytail. A strict black pantsuit clung to her figure, emphasizing her slender waist and the sharp curves of her hips. Underneath the jacket, she wore an ivory silk blouse, and I could have
Mid-February was gray, chilly, and incredibly winter-weary. I longed for warmth not only for my body but also for my soul. So when Sasha suggested we escape for the weekend to a country spa complex with outdoor thermal pools, I agreed without hesitation. My bags were packed in half an hour: swimsuits, robes, and a sense of anticipation. We arrived after dark. The complex, illuminated in a warm gold glow, was bathed in clouds of steam rising from the hot pools straight into the frosty sky. The contrast between the biting February air and the promise of scalding water was intoxicating in itself. After quickly changing in our room—spacious, wood-paneled, and scented with eucalyptus—we threw on white terrycloth robes and set out to explore the property. Right from the start, we were advised to start with the hammam to warm up properly. We found a marble room with a warm stone in the center, lit only by a dim starburst of fiber optics on the ceiling. Someone was already inside: through t
A while ago my wife and I bought one of those Mercedes sprinter van campers. It’s more like a small luxury apartment on wheels. We’ve never really been campers but we thought what the hell let’s give it a try. Turns out we like it a lot. And recently we’ve begun to like it even more. Occasionally, while we are sitting around our campfire in the evening other campers would stop by and we’d have a nice conversation with complete strangers. Every once in a while a couple would make some sexual advances which we would politely decline and just laugh it off. Then one day my wife confessed to me that she fantasizes about getting fucked by a complete stranger. This almost instantly made my dick hard and i told her that that really turned me on. Needless to say we got naked and fucked while she told me all about her fantasy of getting fucked by strangers. A few days later I suggested to my wife that the next time someone makes sexual advances towards us we just see where it goes. She was
I was at my older sister's husband's birthday party; my sister had invited me, so I went to spend the day there. The party was great—loud music, plenty of drinks—but I ended up losing control. I drank way too much beer and really let loose; I started dancing, shouting, and shaking my butt. I happened to end up right next to my sister's husband and started grinding my butt against him. My sister saw this and got annoyed; she scolded me and dragged me into the living room. She kept complaining at me and told my nephew to keep an eye on me. I was still in a wild mood and wanted to go back out to the backyard, but my nephew stopped me. I said, "Let go of me! Let's go back to the party!" My nephew replied, "Auntie, stop! Mom is really upset with you. If you go back out there, she's going to kick you out of the house." I pleaded, "I'll behave, I promise! Just let me go—I want to dance some more." My nephew wouldn't let me; instead, he pulled my hand toward the sofa. "Auntie, you're drunk. W