How I Learned I Liked Talking Dirty [MF] [oral] [creampie]

How I discovered I liked talking dirty

Back in 2006 the emo culture was in full swing, and I had the biggest crush on alternative guys. I know emo kids got a lot of shit back then, and I still see it sometimes now, but there was something about them that just made me feel so excited. I think it was a mix of things: the gatekeeper style way they handled their scene and their styles of music, the way they mostly seemed really thoughtful and soft spoken, and last but not least, the way they wore their jeans so fucking tight that you could see the outline of their cocks if they had a decent sized one.

I met one when I was a freshman in college while working part time at a call center. His name was Tony (for the purpose of this story ;D). He had sat next to me one Saturday and I was clenching my pussy while making small talk with him. This was before I was really open about sex like I am now, as I grew up in a kind of sheltered environment, so flirting at work back then was one of my hugest turn ons. He seemed to pick up on it right away and made sure to return the volleys that I knocked into his side of the court.

They Turned Me Into A Cuckqueen [MF] [Anal Creampie]

Scott had her on all fours. She was so much smaller than he was. Scott had played football in college, and even though he had let the past few years catch up with his waistline, he still had an amazing chest and neck that I could stare at all day. I was looking at the veins that popped out when he worked out, and that was how I knew that he was really putting in work right then.

“Oh, fuck!” Melody said. “Fuck, just like that Scott. You feel so good like that.”

He grunted and began to go a bit faster. I could see them both glistening with sweat, and the sound and sight of both of them enjoying that moment was beginning to make me wet. I looked down to my underwear, and the pink number that I was wearing when we started was now almost see-through. I could make out the shape of my lips through the fabric, I was sopping right then, and each second that passed seemed to only heighten that feeling.

Celebrating Homecoming Weekend With a Back to Back Creampie! [MFFF] [Creampie]

I was sitting on the edge of the bed with Tina and Chloe talking about the football game. I hadn’t really been paying too much attention to it. We won, but I was mostly drinking beer and focusing on how Sean was rubbing my shoulder for most of the second half. He didn’t even hide it. He had his arm around Tina’s shoulder and he was just rubbing me and the guy behind us kept looking at me and smiling and I felt wet right then.

I was wearing the shortest skirt and it was kind of windy and I kept on feeling the breeze blowing under it.

So we were all talking and then Sean came into the room and they got quiet so I did too. He was kind of drunk, and he kept on swaying back and forth a bit, but he made it to the bed and rested his hands on Tina’s and Chloe’s heads while looking over at me.

Sean was fucking incredibly hot. He had this broad chest and nice biceps and he always dressed nice and smelled good. Tina told me that morning that he fucked like a wild man and those words were traveling through my head when he put his hand on their heads.

[MF] All Customers Are Satisfied!

**This story was originally a prompt sent to me by u/MostlyMostlyAverage**

Rocky had just moved into the neighborhood. He had seen us drinking out in Rachel’s patio when he stopped by and greeted us. He said he ran a massage parlor in his apartment and he gave us his card.

“All customers are satisfied! I guarantee!”

I had been wondering what he had meant by “all customers satisfied” when I had read over his business card. Rachel had said something when he walked away too.

“Satisfied, huh?” she said, giggling while sipping on her coffee.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, it’s obvious Dani. Don’t be so dense. The guy is a prostitute.”

“Shut up Rachel,” Kathy said.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Who runs a ‘massage parlor’ out of their apartment? Besides, would you blame any girl for hitting him up if they are hard up for some.”

Rachel laughed and it filled the entire street. The rest of them laughed along with her, but I just let my gaze meet the concrete and I wondered if what she had said was true.

Convincing Madeline That She Is A Fucking Whore Pt. 2 [Freeuse] [MF] [Virgin]

Convincing Madeline That She is a Fucking Whore Pt. 2 [Freeuse] [MF] [Virgin]

Sam lived in the apartment next to Madeline. He lived right next to the room that she stayed in, and because the apartments were on the cheap side, he could hear **everything** that went on in there.

“Open up wide, Mads I am going to come,” the male voice would say. That noise was always followed by his loud moans, and they were typically filled with Madeline’s encouragement. She would tell him how much she wanted his cum, how much she *needed* his cum, and after a couple more grunts and groans, he would inevitably hear Mads thanking the male afterward for placing his load directly onto her face or into her mouth.

*”Thank you thank you thank you!”* she would say. The way she said it, with a slight whine in her voice and a streak of excitement mixed splendidly together, would make his cock as hard as it could go. Sometimes he felt like she broke it because it would ache a bit until he stroked it while listening to her. When he would bust his load into his sock or into a random tissue that he had, he would picture her looking up at him. He would picture her begging him, and licking his tip, and then he would shoot a load that felt like a quart was pouring through his penis, soaking whatever he was using to catch it.

Convincing Madeline That She Is A Fucking Whore [Freeuse] [MFF]

Jake and Madeline were sitting on the couch. Jake was playing a video game, and Mads was watching him, playing with her hair with one hand and flipping through Snapchat in the other. Jake was focused entirely on the game, with his headset on and chatting with his friends, he was almost oblivious to everything else in the room. It was a quiet day. The sky was clear and the temperature warm but not overly so.

Claire walked in and made a face at Mads. Madeline was a lot smaller than Claire. While Mads was short, petite, and a bit shy, Claire was tall, loud, and full-figured. Mads was redheaded, but her hair was colored purple at the time, and her body was covered in tattoos. Claire was blonde, fairly conservative, and had a toned body to match her hours spent at the gym.

“Mads, what are you doing?” Claire asked.

“Looking through Snapchat,” Madeline said.

“You fucking whore,” Claire said.

[MF] [Cougar] Cream Pie From My Son’s Best Bud

I tried to be a good mom, but I just couldn’t help myself.

Each time I saw him over visiting with my son when they got back from college, I would feel a tingle flow through my body. He looked so different from when he would come over years before. Maybe it was the long nights that I would spend by myself? That must have been it. It just drove me crazy. That’s the only explanation as to what I had done after seeing him come around again.

My son Alex’s friend was named Eric. He was tall, blond, and fairly skinny. There wasn’t anything remarkable about him besides the fact that he was so flirty and he had a great smile. It just made me feel young again. It had been a while since I had gotten attention like that. Sure, I would get an occasional catcall or have someone ask for my number, but it was always so forced and awkward.

Laundry Day in a Freeuse World [MMF] [Freeuse]

I was just looking at the timer on the washing machine when I thought I heard the outside door slam. It struck me as odd because it was around noon and only I usually did my laundry during that time. I looked at my watch to make sure I hadn’t let things slip by that badly. It read 12:07… I figured I was hearing things and then picked my book back up.

It had been a boring day. Slow news day on top of nothing good on TV or Netflix. Tom had left before we could even have our usual morning fun, and dropping the kids off had been uneventful. I hated days like this. I heard the buzzer ring on the dryer and I put a fold in the page where I was at and then walked over with my basket and started pulling out clothes.

That’s when I heard the laundry room door… That was distinct enough. It had long ago had rocks shoved into the weather stripping along the bottom and it had this strange way of screeching as it closed. It always made my nerves jump on edge.

All to myself [harem] [mffff]

I awoke with my lady parts still a bit sore from the night before. That only made the memory come flooding back even stronger. I left my eyes closed and hung on to that memory as hard as I could, picturing it again one more time before I had to start my day.

I kept thinking about how amazing Cameron’s cock looked the night before. A particular moment had stuck out to me: when he pulled it from Gwen’s tight little hole and it was dripping a mixture of his own cum and ours, and when it came completely out of her, I could see trails of it sticking to both his skin and hers. He held it out of her for a couple of seconds, flopping it against her already soaked clit. Then he looked over at me, and he smiled as she began to ask her to beg for it.

“Say it, you little slut,” he said. “Say that you want my cock inside of you again.”

The Reward [gangbang]

Natalie sat in her cage like a good little girl. She was told to sit in there quietly when there were guests around the house. She could hear their murmurs through the hallway, an occasional laugh would break through, but she tried not to pay too much attention to it. When she did, she felt her heart begin to pound and her brow begin to get slick with sweat. She didn’t want her makeup to run. Mr. and Mrs. Clark had told her that she needed to look presentable.

She was almost frozen like that until Mr. Clark came in. He was wearing a white button-down with black slacks. He was smiling and running his hand over his hair while he spoke to her. You could see the excitement in his body if you looked closely. He bounced on the balls of his feet like he was walking on air.

“They are ready for you,” he said. “You look nice. They’ll like that. Come on. Present yourself.”

She nudged forward and leaned towards the bars. As soon as the door was open, his hand clasped the loop that hung from the front of her collar. Once the leash was fastened, he tugged on it once and she began to crawl out, her tits hanging and swaying with each movement her body let out.