Author: slutandsundry

A stripper got me off while my boyfriend watched [FFM]

I like going to strip clubs. I like even though I’m not a dancer, the inverted power dynamic still kind of applies to me. I might not be wearing the outfit, but the glitter still rubs off.

Some of the women compliment me, some of them try to work me, some of them are just bored of the guys that don’t want lap dances so they come sit down in front of me instead.

My boyfriend is guessing which one I want a lap dance from. They’re all hot, duh, but one has these truly incredible tits. I think they’re real, he thinks they’re fake.

“Let’s find out,” he says. “Loser pays for the lap dance.”

Watching him walk across the room turns me on. Imagining him fuck one of these women turns me on. I watch him talk to her and see he’s being very polite. I can’t help thinking of him bending her over and fucking her. The way he would grab her ass, the way he would look fucking someone he doesn’t know, someone who isn’t me. Read more »

Praying that he doesn’t make me lick the floor while he fucks me [FM]

This is another hotel story. I dated a guy in the foreign service for over half a decade; a lot of my stories about him are going to be travel related. He was attractive, successful and ten years older than me. We broke up awhile ago and he’s now an ambassador in a country half way around the world. I typically flew to him, either whatever country he was working in or wherever he decided to take me on vacation.

Airplanes turn me on. Anywhere that I’m alone and quiet with my thoughts around lots of other people… my mind wanders. I think about how many I would let fuck me. If it’s a really long flight, I imagine them making a line down the aisle and waiting their turn to fuck me in the steward area in the back. Chicken or fish. Pussy or anal. Sometimes I imagine the stewards being disgusted. Sometimes I imagine them getting in line too. I sit quietly pretending to read while I let the horny thoughts drip and collect in the gutter of my mind.

I’m visiting him this particular weekend in February. He picks me up from the airport and when I get in the car, he tells me to flip a coin. Read more »

Worried that I got too slutty in a hotel room [FM] [Part 2]

I beg like I never known dignity. Please give it to me. *Please.* He finally puts me on my back and pushes his cock into me while kneeling between my legs.

“You like that, you little bitch?” He asks me.

He’s fucking me so hard that I can’t even answer. I want to tell him that bitch doesn’t do anything for me. I don’t give a shit about being a bitch. I want to be a slut. I want to be everyone’s slut. I want to be the BEST slut.

I only manage to get the word *slut* out of my mouth.

He’s amused at my correction.

“Is that right?” He fucks me hard at the word right. “Is that fucking right?” He presses me again. I can only nod in response.

“What about this? Is this *right*? Is the way I’m fucking you *right*? Fucking answer me you slut”

Something inside me cracks at the word slut.

“Yes, fuck yes, it’s the only time I feel right,” I say quickly and all at once, my words a desperate confession.

“You don’t like the word bitch, huh?” Read more »

Worried that I got too slutty in a hotel room [FM]

This was my second date with this guy. There was a pretty intense physical attraction, but we hadn’t fucked yet. Our first date had been over a month ago, mostly because I had a lot of things going on at the time that made meeting up difficult. It felt like we had been talking forever and there was ALOT of built up tension.

He took me to a cool hotel bar that I loved. I was already turned on as soon as I walked into the place because it was sexy, well-designed, and dark. Also, because I had already been fucked senseless multiple times in this hotel. The highlight reel played in the back of my mind.

I could feel the leather of the banquette against my bare legs. The way it stuck to my skin reminded I needed to be fucked in the worst kind of way.

We’re in the middle of our first drink and he asks me why I’m smiling. I tell him that I’m thinking of all the people that are having sex right above us. He says he can’t tell whether I’m amused or turned on. Read more »