I masturbated to my own sex tape after having it sent to me and filmed it back to the guy [FM]

So, you liked my cab-ride-fuck -story, so here’s a another one.

I’m a slut. I am not ashamed to admit it. And sometimes when I’m really horny, I do horny things.

So, the story. I hooked up with a football player. A really hot one and we fucked quite often. One time, he suggested if I wanted to fuck other guys from his team. A totally random suggestion, and most girls would’ve most likely left at that point. Not me though. I’m a whore, so I obviously said yes.

Few days later, he brought me to their locker room and well.. you can guess what happened. A locker room full of testosterone filled horny dudes. They were all ready to go. So, I took off my shirt and jeans and told the guys to fuck me.

Yep, a fucking gangbang happened. I wasn’t down doing anal and the guys respected that, so they took turns using my cunt and my mouth. At some point I noticed a camera shooting the whole thing. Like a good whore, I winked and smiled for the camera!

I’ve been trading sex favors for Real Estate Flips [FM]

My boyfriend and I run this real estate business. Basically we flip houses – if you ever seen any home renovation/flip TV show, then you have a pretty good idea on what we do. My boyfriend is the numbers/planning guy, and I’m the designer/agent. We typically hire contractors and tradesmen to help with the construction aspect of the flips.

At first, we had no idea what we were doing. It all just seemed so easy on TV. But once you get into a project, and the cost keep on rising, and you’re maxing out your credit cards, yeah, that sucks. On one of the first projects, we were all in. Like we needed to finish the house and sell it fast just to dig ourselves out. And of course, an unexpected cost surprise came up.

Steve was our contractor on that job, and he’s asking for money that we didn’t have. My boyfriend casually suggested that maybe I flirt with him. My boyfriend and I have a very liberal/sexual relationship, so this didn’t really bother us. So when Steve was trying to explain the surprise, I was heavily flirting with him. Wore a low cut tank top, and was practically throwing myself at him. Steve eventually got the hint and offered to ‘help’. But only if I blew him right then and there.