I 19[f] fucked my collage professor 40[M] after months of flirting in lectures

I’ve never been much of a teachers pet until I walked into my first year anatomy lecture and set my eyes on my eyes on him. He was in his 40s and I was only 18 but I didn’t care one bit. Fast forward to a couple of months of intense but subtle flirting during lectures and I he was regularly helping me with my assignments after I’d asked for help. Although it was clear we were both attracted to each other he tried really hard up keep things professional.

One night by sheer luck I was in a bar when I spotted him (my uni town is a small place). I’d had a few drinks and was feeling extra horny so I went over and we started talking while sat in a booth in the corner of the bar. Next thing I knew he his hand was running up my thigh. I could feel my pussy getting wet as it craved him to get closer but he just lingered making me want him more. That was all I needed to motivate me to suggest we head somewhere more private and he didn’t hesitate.

Caught my flat mate being pervy … so I slept with him [f]23

So moved into a new apartment during my placement year so I could be closer to where I’d be working. Having gone through the annoyingly tedious ‘searching for a flat’ process I finally settled on a modest three bedroom with one of the bedrooms already occupied by a guy. When I first came to view the flat I also got to meet him and let me tell you… the sexual tension was beyond palpable. A 6’1 guy, 32 years old. Quite stocky, looked like he used to workout when he was younger but has become more comfortable with age.

After I moved in and we got more comfortable around each other I noticed that this guy certainly loved his grey sweatpants, but he never wore any underwear and whenever he walked around the flat or sat down, I couldn’t help but notice that he was packing. I knew he wanted me to look, and my slutty brain took the bait.

Going from innocent small town girl to university slut [f]

When I first started my university degree, I considered myself a modest and relatively reserved small town girl. However that doesn’t mean I was naive. You see, I’ve always been aware of the ‘assets’ I have and of the attention that they attract. Genetically, I’ve been blessed with huge 32DD tits and peachy ass and let’s just say that they help me get my way in a lot of situations.

I ended up having a lot of wandering eyes locking themselves onto me in bars and nightclubs. As time went on, I found myself enjoying it more and more, slowly becoming comfortable with it to the point where I began to wear sexier, more revealing dresses and outfits.

I’d hook up with a guy every now and then but just the idea of being watched and wanted made my pussy so wet in the first place. Wet to the point where I’d literally have to remove my panties because they were soaked.

I went to a swinger sex club with my guy best friend. [f]23

I’ve always been on the more conservative life when it comes to my IRL persona. I guess if you were to categorise it, you’d call me an introvert. I never imaged that I’d end up having sex with 2 different couples on the same night.

So my guy best friend (we’ll call him Jay) has always been a kinky guy, he had some… exotic tastes to say the least. One evening, I’m at his house eating pizza and playing Mortal Kombat when he decides to tell me about one of his friends (who is in a committed relationship). He tells me how they’ve become swingers and now regularly attended this swingers club. He sighs as he tells me that he could never go to this place as he’s single and doesn’t know any girl well enough to invite her as his “partner”. I honestly don’t know what came over me that night, maybe it was the fact that I hadn’t been fucked in over 3 months or maybe it was kinky online persona protruding into my real life but I just said fuck it, and suggested that him and I could go as a couple.

I 19[f] fucked my collage professor 40[M] after months of flirting in lectures

I’ve never been much of a teachers pet until I walked into my first year anatomy lecture and set my eyes on my eyes on him. He was in his 40s and I was only 18 but I didn’t care one bit. Fast forward to a couple of months of intense but subtle flirting during lectures and I he was regularly helping me with my assignments after I’d asked for help. Although it was clear we were both attracted to each other he tried really hard up keep things professional.

One night by sheer luck I was in a bar when I spotted him (my uni town is a small place). I’d had a few drinks and was feeling extra horny so I went over and we started talking while sat in a booth in the corner of the bar. Next thing I knew he his hand was running up my thigh. I could feel my pussy getting wet as it craved him to get closer but he just lingered making me want him more. That was all I needed to motivate me to suggest we head somewhere more private and he didn’t hesitate.

Caught my flat mate being pervy … so I slept with him [f]23

So moved into a new apartment during my placement year so I could be closer to where I’d be working. Having gone through the annoyingly tedious ‘searching for a flat’ process I finally settled on a modest three bedroom with one of the bedrooms already occupied by a guy. When I first came to view the flat I also got to meet him and let me tell you… the sexual tension was beyond palpable. A 6’1 guy, 32 years old. Quite stocky, looked like he used to workout when he was younger but has become more comfortable with age.

After I moved in and we got more comfortable around each other I noticed that this guy certainly loved his grey sweatpants, but he never wore any underwear and whenever he walked around the flat or sat down, I couldn’t help but notice that he was packing. I knew he wanted me to look, and my slutty brain took the bait.

The taxi driver saw me release my inner slut [f] 23

As you’d know if you read my previous story, I love the idea of having lustful eyes on me. This particular evening I could almost sense the sheer sexual intent I was getting from this one guy across the bar. He was about 5’10, toned, brunette but had quite an innocent face. He comes over, we get to chatting, buys me a drink and next think you know I’m on the dance floor with his tongue in my mouth. His hands start exploring as he runs his fingers over my double D tits which were already popping out of because they are very, very hard to contain. He knew he had me for the evening, but I don’t think he realised just how slutty I can truly be.

Before I even realised, I was in the Uber with him and on the way back to mine. But I was so horny that night that I couldn’t wait till we got back. I could see that the Uber driver looked pretty oblivious to what was happening in the car so I took his hand and placed it in between my legs as I started unbuttoning his trousers. He was instantly hard. One of my tits also fell out just for good measure. He had a pretty measurable cock, I’d say about 6 – 7 inches which I instantly swallowed. I began bobbing my head up and down, slurping away at the same time, oblivious to the fact that the Uber driver could hear me. I look up at his rear view mirror and see him constantly peaking back.

Dressing provocatively ended up with me getting fucked [f]23

I tend to be the kind of girl that dresses more conservatively a lot of the time. Sure, I have a adequate amount of extremely sexy lingerie but a lot of the time, you wouldn’t realize it judging by what I wear. Even at social occasions I tend to dress in a pretty chilled manner… unless I’m in the mood to get fucking pounded that night.

Case and point being this one evening, I was feeling particularly horny, because listening to your friends brag about how they get roughly pounded by their significant other will do that to you. I know where my assets lie so I wear a tight red mini dress with ample space to show off my huge double D tits. We arrive at the bar, me and my two girlfriends and within maybe 20 minutes we’re already sat with a group of guys.

It doesn’t take long for me to get to eye-fucking one of the guys, you know, the kind where you can almost reach out and touch the sexual tension between us. Before you know it, we split from our group and sit at the bar. I make the first move, real him in and plant my lips on his. Obviously he goes straight for my tits and I pull away and whisper in his ear “do you want to have them in your mouth tonight?”

I had my first anal experience with my friends husband [f]23

Thank you everyone for your amazing feedback following my first two stories. I’ve got a lot of requests about whether there was any follow-up with either of the couples from the Swingers Club and I’m happy to say there was. I hope you enjoy this one.

Following on from my wild first night at a swingers club with Jay, I was happy to have kept in contact with Wife A from the first couple. We’ll call her Luna and her husband Luke. I soon found out that I had a lot in common with her. We both enjoyed long walks, people watching, gym and even shopped at the same stores. We met up a handful of times since then. She almost became my swingers teacher, telling me all her wild stories. It was hard to listen to them and not be aroused, I mean, how could a girl not imagine herself getting spit roasted by two strong Scandinavian men.

I went to a swinger sex club with my guy best friend part 2 [f]23

Hey everyone, so after real life situations took over my time for the past week, I’ve finally had the time to channel my inner horniness and hit you with part 2 of my first swingers club experience.

Having just left the room with our first husband and wife couple, we exchanged numbers, agree that it’d be fun to see each other again and went our separate ways for the night. Jay suggested we have one more drink at the bar before we left and after being pounded by a married man in front of his wife, it was definitely needed for me.