[MFM] Stag Party Spitroast

It was about 3 o’clock in the afternoon and I was at work at my job as a masseuse.

There was a naked man on the table in front of me. His name was Pierce. He was getting married soon, today was his stag party. His best man, Colin, had brought him to me for a special stag party treat. My colleague Sally was doing the same thing to the best man in another room. I asked to take the groom because, being honest, taken guys turn me on.

He was handsome and in great shape. Not too built but toned, with a six pack and wiry muscles. His cock was cut, average length but nice and thick. By the time I finished massaging his body he was rock hard and a tiny strand of pre cum stretched from the tip to his stomach.

I reached up and pulled the straps of my tank top down to free my small, perky tits, I grabbed his hand and placed it on them for him to feel. Then, I squeezed some lotion on my hands. I fondled his balls with my left, while I held his shaft in my right and started to gently move it up and down. I locked eyes with him and watched the pleasure on his face and the tension change to relief as I felt cum pump out of him onto my hand.

[FM] Whored out by my Mom

The weather here was gorgeous on Saturday afternoon. My Mom rang me around midday to say she was laying out in her back yard enjoying the sun and about to make a pitcher of sangria. I changed into a bikini, threw a dress over it and hopped my car and drove over to her house.

I arrived at my Mom’s place. My Stepdad Tim was watching a football match with his friend André. I said hi to them, then went through to the yard and joined my Mom, taking the offered glass of Sangria from her.

I took off my dress, settled back on a sun lounger, sipped my drink, closed my eyes and pretended I was lying on a beach somewhere.

After a couple of drinks My Mom started to gossip to me about André.

“He’s looking for a new secretary, the girl he had working for him handed in her notice. You should ask him for an interview”

“Why did she quit?” I asked

“She found a new boyfriend.” She responded with a shrug.

“Why would she have to quit over that?” I asked suspiciously

[FM] Lazy Saturday with nothing to do? I found a guy to fuck

A couple of weeks ago I had nothing to do on Saturday, so I went for a walk in the afternoon. I was listening to a podcast and had walked about 45 minutes from my apartment, and was about to turn back when I saw a BMW convertible pull up next to a coffee shop a little up the road. An older man, in his late 40s/early 50s I’d guess, got out and entered the shop.

He had grey hair, thin, handsome face with a cheeky smile. I thought he was hot. I decided to go say hi. By the time I got to the coffee shop he was just paying for his order and standing aside waiting for it. I walked up to the till and ordered a flat white, then I stood next to him.

“Is that your BMW outside?” I asked him.

“Yes” he responded smiling warmly at me “Birthday present to myself”

“I think convertibles are hot” I told him, smirking.

“I’m glad someone likes it. My wife said it’s a sign of a mid-life crisis.”

[FM] I fucked a stranger in a Niteclub

“Look at her – you can see her thong through that sheer dress. What a slut!”

I like to imagine that’s what he thought about me that night. He introduced himself by pressing his hard dick into my ass, grinding on me on the dance floor.

It worked. I was turned on already, now I was horny. I grinded back. He slid his hand up my dress, inside my thong. He felt how wet I was.

I turned around and put my arms around his neck. Handsome. Nice stubble. Blue eyes. We kissed.

We made out. He took my hand, led me to a bathroom.

He sat on the toilet seat. I straddled him. “You have a condom?” I asked between kisses. He fished one out of his wallet. I fished his hard cock out of his trousers.

I pulled my thong aside and slid him inside. I frantically bucked my hips, gyrating, moaning. I closed my eyes to concentrate on how good his dick felt.

I was so fucking turned on. Fucking a guy I didn’t know, in a public bathroom. I felt a wave of pleasure build up. I was close. I closed my eyes and arched my back, moaning as my orgasm ripped through me.

[FM] a typical night at my part time job

**Note: Some details, including names, amounts, are fudged for privacy purposes.**

At the moment I work a full time job as a personal assistant. I live in a two bedroom apartment by myself. I decided early on that I liked living by myself, so instead of looking for a flatmate I started a little side business to help pay for rent. I bought a massage table and created a profile on a local escort site offering a “Lingerie massage service” which I could activate on the days I wanted to work and was free (usually Thursday or Friday night-sunday a couple of times a month). I have my “other work phone” for this specifically, which I turn on in the evenings in case a regular wants to see me.

My landlord was cool with it – I got the apartment through a sex worker friend of mine who lived in the same building. He didn’t mind her working out of her place and was ok with me doing the same. He even gives me a bit off my rent in exchange for appointments once a month.

[FM] [Cheating] Balcony Quickie

I walked out to the balcony of the hotel room and leaned over the railing to enjoy the view. It was night, the room was high up on a high rise building, overlooking the Mediterranean. The sea was illuminated by a full moon. It looked gorgeous.

“Nice view” Ben’s voice said behind me.

“It’s better from over here” I said.

“No it isn’t”. I looked back and smiled. He was standing there grinning widely, staring at my ass. I reached back and unzipped my skirt and let it drop, revealing my tiny G-string to him.

“Better or worse?” I asked

“Better” he responded.

I turned my face back to look out at the sea again. I soon felt his fingers on my back, gripping the straps of my panties and pulling them down, letting them fall to the ground. He reached between my legs and slipped a finger into my wet cunt. “Mmm” I moaned “I’ve missed that” I breathed at him.

[FM][FM] Accidental Hooker

I was wearing a tight black tube top and matching miniskirt, red fishnet stockings, held up by visible suspenders, heels. Looking at myself in the mirror I looked like a hooker. Objective achieved. (To describe myself I’m a southeast Asian girl, 5’1”, very petite, small perky tits).

It was 2am. I walked about half a mile from my house and stood on a street corner and waited. A car parked halfway down the street started up and drove towards me. It pulled in next to me. The window rolled down and the driver leaned over. “How much?”. I looked over him for a minute before I responded. Tight cropped hair, handsome face, broad shoulders. He looked nicer in real life than he did in his pics……

At this point in my life I was actually already a sex worker – I worked as a masseuse in a place that offered hand jobs for tips. Handjobs were as far as I was allowed to go though, any more than that and I could be fired. I often fantasised about going further, I had had dirty fantasies of being a street walking prostitute for a while. I was considering dipping my toes into escorting, but tonight was just about scratching that street walker itch.