Author: piccadilfyslut

I could kind of tell that this guy was full of shit from the beginning- very braggy and self centered, not asking me very many questions. We went out for drinks, but he was decently good looking and a dominant personality so I decided to follow along and enjoy the ride. We bar hopped through 3 bars, he started telling me some wild stories of his sexcapades, and I was definitely intrigued.

By the time we got to the last bar, it was much sexier, we decided to get cozy, and we started making out. Good kisser, he basically invited himself back to my place and I wanted to see if he was as good as he said he was. We go back to my apartment and he instantly knows what to do without me having to tell him anything. We make out some more, he’s obsessed with my tits, and then he starts eating me out and fingering me at the same time which was 10/10 incredible. Read more »

Hi friends. Here’s one of my favorite stories from the last time I dared to set foot in a movie theater….

I had been hooking up/dating with my new FWB for about two weeks and he really wanted to take me on a date to the movies. I met him at about 8, wearing a really tight black sweater that made my huge tits look amazing, a black and white houndstooth skirt, and black leather boots. I looked hot as fuck. He showed up in jeans and a flannel and commented on how overdressed I was. “Really? I thought I underdressed,” I laughed.

He brought a big blanket so we could cuddle at the movies. After we ate our candy, I was getting bored and we started making out and getting our hands all over eachother. He was a good kisser, and he kept biting my neck cause he knew I loved it. His hand started to slide up my skirt, and as he touched my bare pussy, let out the sexiest growl into my neck as he realized what a slut I was, showing up to our date with no panties on. He started biting my ear and whispered “you are such a dirty girl” as he slid his fingers into me and i had to stop myself from moaning super loud. I was dripping and he kept pumping his long fingers into me and biting me and I was LOVING it. The movie ended and we switched theaters to go watch something else, this time picking better seats in the back row. Read more »

We’re skipping ahead to DILF #4, because DILF #3 is a much longer, wilder story.

DILF #4 was 32 and in fact, a daddy. We went our for drinks at this bougie expensive older crowd kind of bar by me. We drank and chatted on this couch and started to cuddle and get closer while we laughed and talked. He was funny and very cute, and him telling me about his kid just made me wanna fuck him even more. But I had to behave myself.

We spent so long talking at this bar that we didn’t realize everyone else had left and the bartender was kicking us out. We weren’t ready to call it a night yet, so we went to another bar. Another long island for me, and for fun he suggested tequila shots. Whenever I take a tequila shot the night ends up way crazier than I expected, and this night was no exception.

As the alcohol starts to hit, I can’t stop staring at him and laughing. He takes his cue to kiss me, and I’m so entranced I can’t let go. I could have made out with him for hours. We’re in the middle of this bar and people are probably staring and all I want to do is taste more of him. Read more »

Not too long after my first DILF I ended up in a pretty long term relationship. However, that ended, and I knew I had to go get some good cock somewhere. What made the most sense in my mind? Running away to Europe.

It turns out everyone in Paris is super horny. Quelle surprise. Almost every single guy I swiped right on Tinder matched me back, and they were all dying for some sweet American pussy. I got to have my pick…. so clearly, I went for a nice DILF. He lived closeby to the hotel I was staying at, so we met up outside and went to have dinner together. At this point, I’m 23 and in need of a good rebound, and he is 40, handsome, bald. He had spent a few years in America so his English was very good, and we went to a nice restaurant.

At dinner, we were sitting very close to all of the other tables, and at one point I start talking about *city where I’m from*. The table next to us also happens to be two American women trying to have a conversation with me about how they’re from the same city. I don’t really care. I wonder if they’re examining the age difference between my date and I. They offer us the rest of their bottle of wine, but I’m not drinking so I tell them they can bring it with them. Read more »

I have a DILF fetish. This is a story from several years back of a one time encounter when I was 19.

He was a very handsome bald man, his tinder profile said he was 29 but later on he would tell me he’s actually 36 with three kids.

I forget how to conversation went down but I drove over to his neighborhood of the city and he met me outside and we walked back to his apartment. Almost as soon as we got inside, he made his move on me and I was hooked. He was perfectly aggressive where it was so hot, pinning me down and just using me and playing with my giant tits and rubbing my clit. He had ripped all my clothes off and threw me onto the couch, and started going to town eating my pussy.

I was soaked and moaning on the couch, and he licked his fingers before sliding two of them into me. He skillfully fingered me with such knowledge and passion, I couldn’t control my moaning and suddenly, for the first time with a man, I was squirting all over him. He loved it, and ate my pussy even more until I turned around to start sucking his dick. Just as I was getting into it, his phone rang with an emergency. We had to finish and quickly get dressed so he could go help with this situation, but I was still disappointed we hadn’t gotten to fuck. Read more »