I dont like the drugs but I like the scene. [FMM]

So after a bunch of requests, here’s another story about my first semester of school.

I ended up with friends from all kinds of different walks of life. Including some partiers. I was invited to hang out for a weekend with this friend, and she warned me on the front end that
1. They party pretty hard
2. We’d probably be the only girls there.

I agreed because, like I said while I wasn’t into the drugs themselves, I kinda liked the idea of being around it…i don’t know why. I know it’s weird.

So, we partied. And they started early Friday afternoon. They were…different. I chose a comfortable outfit. Button down Rangers jersey, and of course, a complementary pair of Umbros. It was fun, honestly. They were chatty. Who knew. Alcohol and cocaine makes guys REALLY chatty. And they talked about sex like…a LOT. And while I didn’t partake in the powder, I did enjoy the conversation. And, the attention. I got flirted with, a lot. Some ass grabs, accidental boob brushes.. And the many massages. Begging for me to flash. I never did, but I did unbutton several buttons.

Concert slut [FM]

This one time at a Depeche Mode concert…
So, clearly since I’m telling a story about a concert from 1990, I’m old…lol. In any case, my bf at the time and I had lawn seats. Great show. Warm summer night. I was dancing under the sun and enjoying the music. Black and pink Umbro shorts. A halter top. I looked good, and I was not above drawing attention to myself.
I noticed that there were some older guys in front of us completely checking me out so, of course, I made sure I shook my ass a little more, and swung my hips a bit more intentionally. When I sat to rest, they ended up chatting me up and I flirted right back. They were a range of 20s-30s.  I went back to dancing and somehow, stepped wrong and caught a cramp. I sat down and one of them was “kind enough” to help me work it out.
Dancing, flirting, and giving my bf attention. I was in my happy place. I could also see they were really digging my show. I sat down again, and this time 2 of the men were rubbing my calves. This went on for maybe 20 minutes. Boyfriend was mostly oblivious but, I’m not sure how. The massage was…not too bad, but definitely had sexual overtones. The older guy was daring to go a little higher, and I just smiled and leaned back a bit. I finally asked my bf to get me some ice from the medical tent for my cramps. I thought I would flirt a bit, but thats it. It seemed Ike a chance for innocent fun.
I knew it was a good 30 minutes to the tent and another 30 back from our seats. We were on the opposite end of the venue..Close to the wall at the back. The sun was down, and the 2nd band was on. Nitzer Ebb or someone I could care less about. Anyway, the more persistent older man, I’m sure he knew my game. His rubbing increased higher, and I spread my legs…mostly to tease but also to let him know, he could continue.
It was incredibly hot. He got to my thighs, and I begin to think that this is probably gonna go a lot further than I planned. He stopped briefly, walked behind me, and I leaned back against him. He had one hand in my shorts, another in my top, and his teeth on my neck. He was fingering me like a trained professional. This was probably 30 minutes after my bf left. I had a hand behind me best I could. He felt firm, thick, powerful. Huge balls.
He stopped fingering me, and moved to my clit, and i came instantly. His friends were all watching. Im not sure who all saw. He finally stood up, pulling me up as well. He positioned himself behind me, pulled my umbros down. I let him fuck me right there. No condom. Just skin to skin. He had me by the  breasts, and was just pounding. I could feel his balls slapping against me. So intense. He came inside me, and stayed there for a while. I kept him in and slightly moving and he stayed semi hard. He asked me about his friends but, I couldn’t do that there. I agreed to take care of them, so jacked both of them off. This was at about the 45 mark and I knew my bf would be back soon.
The older guy took me by the hand and stood me up, and had a second go. I know people were watching. I didn’t care. He went about 15 minutes. Just raw ballslapping fucking. We awkwardly dismounted, and i sat w my purse, trying to clean myself up. They just got up and left. Bf showed back up shortly after, clueless. We ended up in a cheap motel after the show, having some of the best sex wed ever had. He was fortunately oblivious to me being filled already. I came over and over fantasizing about the men I had pleasure. Poor bf thought it was all him!

That time I hooked up with a rando at the city pool [f] [m]

I used to spend summers at the city pool. I loved it. Lots of guys. Lots of attention and, long before I learned I was supposed to hate it, lots of groping. I generally just laughed and pushed hands away but one day…one day I guess I was particularly horny.

This older guy grabbed my ass, and instead of squirming away, I just leaned back into him. It felt really good. Ive since discovered I really like my ass massaged but, anyway…he rubbed away and I felt myself just falling into his spell.

I felt his dick grinding against me. Felt thick. Bigger than average. He took my hand and slid it up his swim suit. I froze. It was maybe 7 inches. A little more. But super thick. He whispered in my ear, would you like to see it?
Well, duh. I like cocks. I love to examine and play. I especially like fresh out of the pool cocks. :)

Anyway, he nodded out to the parking lot across from the pool. There was a van. Of course…a van. He said go ahead and ill be right there, but just know that if you come with me, you’re gonna do more with it than just look.

That time my bff sold me to a scrawny little redneck [f] [m] [mf]

When my husband and I were in a bad place 10-15 years ago, I made a really bad choice. I hadn’t acted like a depraved slut for so long..
But it was still there, just beneath the surface: my inner slut. And she wanted to play.

A few months ago, I told my hubby that I needed to tell him something, while we were in the midst of a sertraline (Zoloft) Viagra fueled bed-in. I proceeded to tell him a tale of Me and a friend. The friend is super loose, and was prostituting, basically, scoring men off of Back Page. She knew our situation, and invited me to go hang out.

While we were out, unbeknownst to me, a client contacted my friend. (we will call her Gina) and wanted to connect. They agreed to meet at an adult theater in Dallas called Lido. While they were there, watching porn, she gets down right in front of me and sucks this guy off, and I just watched. No lies: it was extremely erotic, and the scene made me soaked..I was grinding my thighs together watching his cock slip in and out of her mouth. Hard slurping. Progressing to him fucking her face. I remember thinking, I’m a professional, and my colleagues would crap if they saw me here. And…I could suck better than that.

I like big dicks and I can not lie [f] [m]

I have been reflecting over my sex life, and I remember now, the first truly slutty thing i did.
When I was 18, a close male friend confided in me that his gf, one of my closest friends at that moment,   had to be with someone else before him. Meaning, before she could take him, someone else had to stretch her out a bit. I thought he was just bragging, and that she was just slutting but…whatever.
But he said they had broke up over it. Tears and everything. I asked him why, and he said because he was really big.  I was kidding and asked him to show me. omg! I think it was close to 11, but my current guy friends say probably closer to 10. Maybe.

The rest of the masseuse story, when I was a 22 [f]

So several messages later, encouraging me,here’s the humiliating conclusion.

I had 3-4 massages left there, on a gift certificate. Never went back for a massage. Utterly Humiliated. But I did go back looking for him a few months later.?

He had moved on, but one of the other coworkers was kind enough to give me his number…

I called him for 2 weeks straight. He finally answered, and just told me to meet him at this pretty seedy motel. I agreed. It was a Friday. I had a date. He said, im gonna be at the Texas Inn in 2 hours. First room bottom floor, closest to office.Be there, and if not, I’ll never take a call again. So, I probably cried a bit. Mostly because I already knew what would happen: I canceled the date. He was a sweet guy too but, no matter. I wanted to get fucked. Desperately. I was already a slave to this guy. Just like that. The heart may want what it wants…but my legs were aching to spread for him.

That time I, a 22 [f] got turned out by my masseuse

I know guys always joke about it..but one time, I got one. I was working on my undergrad at the time, and studying a LOT. I had used this place for years and decided a massage would take the edge off.
Well, it did. And while I ALWAYS love a good massage, this one was…idk, different. I became really turned on, even before it started. While he was working my hamstrings/butt, I felt myself involuntarily hunching the air. Really pathetic. I was a lady, 4.0.student, and this guy had me, or could have had me, any way he wanted.

I was so wet, my thighs were dripping. His hands got really really close, and I kept trying to squirm until his hands touched me. Every time he would just move his hands and LAUGH! He started asking me if there was something I needed, if everything was okay. And me..
I just kept hunching the air. He was finally a bit more direct

Maam, if there’s something you need, use your words.