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At my brothers wedding I went to the bathroom and a guy was in there jerking off. I obviously caught him off guard, told him to keep going. I could see his cock was pulsating, so I dropped on my knees and opened my mouth. He came so much it overflowed from my mouth.
I got up and left and used the outdoor toilet instead.
Turns out he’s my sister inlaws cousin. Lunch the next day was awkward
It was about 5pm in the early evening, and I was listening to a novel, the Miseducation of Cameron post on audio book when I heard some questionable creaking noises. I paused my book and tried to remain as quiet as possible so I could listen to what was going on next door, if this had been the next door neighbors I simply would have put my ear up to the wall, however given this was my roommate I didn’t want to take it too far so instead I stood 1-2 from the shared wall between my bedroom and theirs I could hear muffled moans, the kind that happen when you are trying to be quiet, but also struggling a little to hold back.
A coworker of mine was struggling quite a bit after breaking up with his long time girlfriend. We kept saying to get out and get laid, but he was to into the self pity to try. I told him I knew a slut that I was going to send to his house, I gave him her safe word and told him to expect her tonight. I don’t think he thought I was serious but I knew he didn’t leave his place after work, so he would be home.
The slut I was talking about was of course Devon.
I phoned her up and gave her his address and a time. I then told her I wouldnt be the one answering the door, it would be a new guy named Thyson. After you confirm it was is him the 10 second rule still applies. ( for those of you that don’t know the 10 second rule, go back and read—-The Biggest Slut I’ve Ever Used Pt.1—-) I also told her that while blowing him she was to tell him he was allowed to fuck any of her holes as hard or as long as he needed to.
As many of you know that I am not only permanently owned by my husband/daddy in a 24/7 dom sub dynamic, I am also his cuckquean. Daddy has been cucking me actively since last year but just before Halloween we found our current cake and since new years he has been dating her fulltime.
Our cuckquean dynamics is heavily influenced by humiliation, degradation, pet play and such kinks (with all consenting parties of course before I get judged). Being the cuck, daddy started edging me more actively since new years. This was the longest I had edged myself without cumming and let me tell you I was addicted to the last second. As much as I was desperate and begging him to let me cum, being edged everyday and being that horny was a high I had never experienced before.
I had been edging daily without fail since 29th of January. Before this my longest time edging was just over 2 weeks. This time however daddy went even longer and apart from edging me, he denied me his cock as well. My pussy had not been fucked since 29th January and my ass had not been fucked since before valentine’s. This was the longest I’d gone without taking his cock!
Samantha was a hipstery, slightly gothy girl, 21 years-old and fairly tall, matching my height at six feet. She had a lithe frame with shoulder length black hair, as well as a septum piercing and ear gauges. Her breasts were petite and perky, and her ass supple and toned. Sam was gorgeous and attracted a lot of attention from men. I myself had never been able to help but appreciate her body. I was a 19 year-old tattooed punk kid with long, waist length hair.
The night in question, sometime in 2008 or 2009, I joined her at a house party thrown by friends of ours. They had just come into possession of a large quantity of ecstasy and wanted to end the MDMA virginities of those of us who had never taken it. We all knelt down as the ecstasy was ritually placed on our tongues and the night truly began.
Fast forward several hours and the party is breaking up. Sam okayed me passing out at her dorm room that night (she had no dormmate and therefore had a spare bed) and we trudged there through the night, still very high.
I haven’t written about rough sex in a while. I got a little dark for a bit and had to pull back.
*All my normal disclaimers: this was consensual sex between two experienced people who had established safewords and boundaries.*
I used to practice BDSM with a guy for a while and got a wee bit addicted to getting punished. You would think the occasional free pass would be fun, but once you start going down the path of pain/pleasure combination, it’s hard to stop.
So yeah, he used to get mad if I orgasmed without his permission. He usually let me but one day I texted him to ask if I was allowed to get myself off and he said absolutely not.
I did anyway.
When I get home I wait for him to ask me about it but he is literally just cooking dinner like normal. Not only that, but he greets me with a smile and is weirdly talkative and playful.
*Our sex life actually doesn’t carry over very much to our friendship but I thought the point of him denying me was because I was about to be dom’d the fuck up.*
This story might be the hookup I think back to the most. It was about 10 years ago and I was fresh out of college. My best friend from high school had moved to the next town over and moved into an apartment with one of her college classmates. After going out with the roommate a few times we drunkenly hooked up and started a FWB setup that worked well for both of us.
She was probably about 5′, brunette, green eyes, and had started working out all the time. She was in the best shape of her life with just enough curves and perky tits and ass. I’m 5’4, was running all the time, and was getting into better shape as well. We didn’t get along at all with clothes on, so our we would sext, argue over who should drive to who’s place, hookup all night, and go our separate ways.
This night I was going to her place after not getting together for awhile. My friend was at her boyfriends place so we would have the apartment to ourself. Our convo went like this leading up to it (any reference to pics was via snapped, so they’re lost forever):
*Quick side note: I recently resigned from my job to spend the next five months writing. Y’all’s comments were exceptionally kind and encouraging so thank you again.*
I should start by saying I was in the wedding as a groomsman, but there was a small conflict on which side I would be on. I was pretty close with both of them and they only had one person each as their wedding party.
I’ve also hooked up with both of them separately before they got together and we ALMOST had a threesome.
*I felt like such a baller getting that invitation.*
So before this wedding the groom gets a little nervous at one point and I convince him to do a shot with me.
*That’s totally rational, right?*
He’s freaking out a little and I tell him to just drink until he calms down.
I have absolutely no doubt these two should get married and they’re stupid happy now, but both were just struggling with the whole “lifelong commitment” thing. As I am convincing the groom he is not making a mistake, the bride runs down the stairs almost in tears and says she needs to see him.
So to explain the situation, I am together with my gf since about 5 Years. I am 25 and shes 23. I work in a big company as well does she, but recently she got the chance to promote to a high position. Only bad thing about it is that she has to work 120kilometers away from our home. We talked trough this and decided that she has to take the opportunity since she can get back in about 3 years keeping the higher position. So we looked around and found a shared flat there which was ok for us price wise and the guys seemed to be nice.
About my gf, she is a very enthusatic 5.4“ girl with long blonde hair. She does a lot of sport so she got a very trained body with a nice bubble butt and B to C Cup sized Breasts.
We are very alike characterwise which is why we match that great. But she always is very flirty with guys and doesn‘t care if guys get all touchy since they don‘t mean it that way in her perceptions, you could call her naive. She also always tells me every little detail if something happens.
I had texted Kent the night before and got the denial. He got home late from his weekend of backcountry fun and was “tired”. So, after my meeting with a potential client, I decided to go for a run and then chill at home. I was being stubborn and didn’t want to seem desperate, after my run, I made dinner and straightened up and decided to take a nice long soak before bed.
I poured a glass of wine, turned on some music, lit a candle, and sunk into my warm tub and let the my body soak up the heat. The combination of red wine, weed, and warm water made everything better. My mind went blank and sunk into deep relaxation. A few minutes later, I was interrupted by a ping, and seconds later, another ping.
Kent had apologized for being too tired the night before and invited me over. I told him that I was in the tub and almost done with my second glass of wine and pretty high. He told me to take an Uber over to his place and was again met with a no. I wasn’t about to get dressed and ride an Uber over to his place then have to somehow get home in the morning when he went to work. He finally relented and said he’d be over in 15-20 minutes. I set my alarm on my phone for 10 minutes and drifted back into my bath coma.