[MF] Cars, Tents, and Beautiful Women- My First Random Act of Blowjob

I felt nuts as I pressed the submit button for my post.

*Hey there Reddit! 27F here. I’m looking for a lovely gentleman to keep me company, entertain me, and let me suck his cock this weekend. I’m a curvy chick with a nice rack and lips that do good work. ;) If you’re interested in hanging, hit me up with your age, general location, and something to capture my interest!*

Less than a minute later, my inbox began to blow up. It was insane. Quick little hellos, an ocean of dick pics, and 30 minutes later, I had well over 200 DMs. I reached out to a few on Kik, but no one really caught my interest and I debated if the entire idea was a bad one. Then one message caught my eye.

**Cars, Tents, and Beautiful Women**

*Hey there! I was bored, browsing RAOBJ on a Wednesday night and your post caught my eye. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to reach out and say hey! I’m 36, tall, ruggedly handsome ;) and I’m gonna be in your area for a NASCAR race next weekend. If you’re down to get freaky in a tent, I thought we could have a good time. Hit me up if you’re interested.*

[FF] An overflowing jacuzzi adventure

The second time I hooked up with my ex-employee was way more adventurous. As was the case the time before, it wasn’t necessarily the goal of the meetup. But soon became my intention. I regretted not reciprocating the first time and made it my aim to get over my nerves and taste her.

We went to a local brewhouse for some beers and the flirtation started.

“How would you catch a girl’s attention on Bumble?” she asked me, licking a droplet of beer from her glass. I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight of her soft tongue.

“I’ve got a couple attention getters,” I said, considering what had brought me the most Bumble success.

“Well, capture my attention, then,” she said with a sly smile.

“1. What’s your theme song?”

“Well then, you’re not getting a reply. I said capture my attention, not quiz me. When I get back from the bathroom, you’d best have a good attention getter.”

She wandered away to the restroom and I sipped my beer, building up the courage to say what I wanted to say. I took a deep breath and knew just what to say to capture her attention.

[MF] “I’m going to take what’s fucking mine”

He pushed me against the wall, holding my arms above my head and aggressively biting my neck. He pulled back, holding my chin with one hand, and looked me in the eye.

“How would you feel if I said something fairly brutal?”

“Try me,” I said, bracing myself for the weight of his words, my insides on fire with anticipation.

“What if I said I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy while you beg and moan like the dirty slut you are until you realize in this moment you’re little more than a hole for me to ram my cock into?”

I drew in a sharp breath. “Please, sir.”

He reached his hand between my legs, checking my wetness. I was drenched, droplets running down the insides of my thighs.

“You like it when I get very rough with you, don’t you slut?”

“I do,” I said, moaning a bit as his fingertips toyed with my clit and teased my entrance.

“I want you to handle me roughly. Show me no mercy and take what you want from me.”

“I’m not going to take what I want. I’m going to take what’s fucking mine.”

My [F] first bisexual experience with my employee [F]

I took my employee out for lunch to celebrate her recent promotion. As I was going to be moving to manage another location, it didn’t feel inappropriate to do so. We went to a pub on the beach and chatted endlessly, ordering more and more drinks. As we got tipsier, we began to tease and flirt, ending in a game of never have I ever.

“Never have I ever been choked during sex” she said, causing me to put a finger down.

“Never have I ever been with a woman,” I said. She put down her finger, smiled, and leaned over to unbutton my top few buttons.

“We might have to change that,” she said, planting a gentle kiss on my lips as her fingers grazed the top of my breast.

We wandered drunkenly hand in hand to the bar across the street and ordered more drinks. She sat facing me, leaning in occasionally for a gentle kiss while her hands rubbed the tops of my thighs. Two men came over and sat with us, chatting us up and flirting. She made out with one, while I made out with the other. The bartender gave me his phone number and said he looked forward to hearing from me.