Helping out a [f]riend – literally

This story goes back to the year of 2014. At the age of 20, I was, like probably almost every young, single man, bored and scrolling through Tinder. After a match with a hot, mixed girl (half African half European) we arranged a “date” in the coming days… Nathalie told me about her current situation. I felt bad for her. She told me about her “boyfriend” who was a drug addict and she could not get away from him. She didn’t love him, no, and neither did he I guess. The only thing they did together was doing drugs with their friends. I wanted to get her out of this. So we met, and had a good talk, it was serious and flirty. I must’ve been a real attraction for Nathalie, because she couldn’t get her hands and eyes off me.
The train station next to her hometown was where we met. There was a little retreat-zone with banks, chairs and tables. Sex was in the air. During the date, the tension grew bigger.. Nathalie would approach me and whispers “You are so fucking hot, and the bad thing is, you know it” with a demonic smile on her face. Approaching me, she just pushed me against the wall and grabbed my growing dick through my blue jeans. We kissed. Her hot wet tongue rushed into my warm mouth and I grabbed her big African butt and pulled her so close to me I could feel her hip pushing against my hard cock. “Mhh God I haven’t fucked in months, you make me so horny”, Nathalie says, while my hand gently chokes her neck, the other hand on her phat ass. “Is that so?” I replied, smacking her butt and smiling in her face. I could literally see and smell how horny she was, a little girl full of unsaturated desires. “Well I believe you would love to get fucked real hard now, right baby?”, I said with a deep erotic voice, pushing my big dick harder against her pussy. Nathalie almost couldn’t hold herself. I quickly checked if someone was close to see us, but when I saw there wasn’t, my hand immediately grabbed her pussy – and goodness, I could feel how wet she was through her jeans. We played this game for a while but nothing more happened that afternoon.
Later that night, she wrote me the following text (translated into English):
“-Ohw fuuuck.. I’m going crazy..
-I got the feeling my pants are soaked
-I would so damn love to get fucked by you real hard, so that I cannot walk anymore.
-I wanna feel you in my tight pussy, feel you, so that time stops running forever. Fuck me as soon as possible!!”

A house party with an unexpected ending [MF]

This story is about the surprising outcome of my house party last december. Before we get started with the events that night, I wanna give you some pre-info:

I met Kylie (name changed) in 2011, where I was a freshman at my school. I was 18 years old and had a girlfriend, so it was obvious that Kylie and I only were friends. My girlfriend has always been jealous when she knew I was talking to her – no wonder, Kylie is a 5.8ft tall, skinny girl with blonde hair which easily reached her round sporty ass. Her face expressed a mixture of cuteness with a hint of naughtiness. We have stayed friends ever since, and besides of watching movies together with some friendship-cuddling, nothing has ever happened. She saw (or sees) me as a close friend and had no sense of shame being in underwear with me. I spent many evenings jerking off my hard dick fantasising about me fucking her hard. As her friend I knew about her dirty, sexual preferences which always made me horny. Since 2011, Kylie was almost always in a relationship, which stopped us from ever getting closer to each other. I did really see her only as a friend, but I knew, would I ever have the chance of fucking the brain out of her, I would have done it.

My Kuwaiti Whore [MF]

My Kuwaiti whore (long story)

This is my first ever sex story/confession ever, so please excuse potential struggles in that text. English is not my native language, therefore some typos might occur. I kindly ask you to forgive that too. I have been thinking of writing erotic stories for a long time, then I got onto reddit and thought, “Ok, why not, let’s start it with a real life story from 2016 and see if people like my writing style.” Names have been changed for data protection reasons.