[MF] I [22F] had sex with my high school maths teacher [41M] in my old uniform

First time writing a story out, hope you enjoy its a little long.

About me, 22F from sydney. Im a sex addict, i know this but im young, free and enjoying myself as safely as i can. Brunette but have lighter hair atm for summer. Im not super thin but average in height and build, my tits are C cups and are a nice handful. I have a good ass atm, alot of squats. I also have a bit of a bush going atm, i love it but its well trimmed to not show in my bikini.

I love tinder for finding casual sex and have recently been matching with alot of older guys. I was super surprised when i saw my old teacher on there, and even more when we matched. I rarely message first but with him i had too.

“Well well well…. who would have thought that we would meet again” he didnt respond back for over a day.

“Haha hey, you are pretty wish i wasnt you teacher” he replied at 1am on Saturday night (spelling mistakes included, he was obviously drunk).

[M](23)y Ex Girlfriend [F](25) wrote me this incredible story years ago about our fantastic sex life. We were inspired by this group so thought I’d finally share it. (Anal)

She added a dreamlike intro so if you’re impatient, skip the first few paragraphs.

You are wending your way through the trees, looking for something, but you cant quite
remember what you are trying to find. You know that stopping your search would be futile,
because its obvious that the only way out of this winter chill, this endless winter pine forest, is
to keep searching for…what? You can feel a growing sense of desperation fill your body;
frustration coursing through your veins as you try to grasp a seemingly familiar, tantalizingly
close thought that slips like sand through a sieve. The harder you try to recall what you are
searching for-images, details, memories-the faster it all slips away.

In silent resolution you choose to continue your search through the evergreen forest, pine
needles stifling the sound of each of your steps as you quicken your pace, your rapid
exhalations hanging in a small, clinging cloud in front of your face. Your legs become a blur as
you break into a fitful run, desperate to leave your turbulent mind, your unquenched thoughts,
and your desire to fulfill your quest behind.
Soft pine leaves gently sting your face in reassurance as you race through the trees. The feeling
is exhilarating, the rush clearing your mind and you are vaguely aware that instead of the
endless green expanse, a blur you are accustomed to, the soft blue green hue of a lake is
looming in your distant path.

[M] Being a free use male for the household all for my Girlfriend [F].

This story takes place about a month ago after I lost a bet to my girlfriend.

So every year my girlfriend and I make a bet in regards to the super bowl I was betting on the Chiefs winning so I guess you see how that turned out.

We have bets on a lot of things but the super bowl is just one of them . They are not usually sexually related but sometimes when they are they are super kinky.

Well this year my girlfriend and I bet that whoever would lose would become free use for a day. Now I usually think of free use in reference to women in porn but I thought it would be interesting to be the used so I thought why the hell nkt bet it.

Anyways the chiefs end up loosing so I became a free use hunk of meat for my girlfriend to enjoy for a designated day.

It was not until this past week where she decided to redeem this free use day. One thing I didn’t know is that she could invite others over to also participate which were not against the rules we set.

[f]riends with benefits

So how long did it take for you to finally break and do the unthinkable. For us it was about seven years. Seven years of wanting and waiting. I was so nervous and I don’t know why, it’s not like we hadn’t fooled around, but this time I knew when I seen him it would be for a different reason.
Now backstory here, we are friends, friends with benefits I supposed at this moment, but he has a lady and I have a man but hey when you have something you have something and you just can’t fight it.
I can remember when I opened the door, the excitement felt. And in just a few minutes he was inside me, his hands on my hips, thrusting himself inside me in my living room of all places. This day still is etched in my mind. Anytime I’m with someone else I’m thinking of him, how he felt, how he made me feel, how he pulled my hair and wrapped his hand around my neck and how he picked me up and pressed me against the door. He’s definitely my favorite guilty pleasure ❤️

How 2 friends/coworkers [MF] planned a meet up involving their significant others and had sex in the workplace

Long story alert ?

In 2016, I was working night shift part-time. A co-worker from another shift switched over to my shift. We had known each other for a while because we both had been working at a metropolitan area hotel for a while. She was married with a kid and her husband also worked at the same hotel. She and I had chemistry for a long time and were friends, and there was sexual chemistry there as well. In front of all of our coworkers she would keep her full uniform on. The uniform consisted of a blazer, a button up shirt, and slacks. In front of me she would get comfortable. She would often take off her blazer an unbutton some of the buttons on her shirt. She has big beautiful breast so cleavage was often showing. We would talk about everything, including our relationships. Again, she was married (Still is), and I was in a long-term relationship (still am.) I knew a lot about her and she knew a lot about me. We were into a lot of the same things and had a lot in common. I knew that her and her husband have been open to a lot of things in their marriage including threesomes and swapping. My girlfriend and I have had threesomes among other experiences during our time together.  

I (20F) let him (21M) put lotion on my sunburn [FM]

This happened a few months ago! I had a super long day at the beach and forgot my sunscreen. I was laying down on my towel reading the whole morning. Even though it was a little cloudy all day I realized I had a small sunburn going up the back of my thighs to the very bottom of my butt.

I get home and call my boyfriend to ask if I can come over to his place for dinner. It is still a fairly new relationship and we had already decided to take things slow. When I get there I hesitantly ask him, “do you want to see my sunburn I got today?”
I slowly and timidly lift up my sundress and reveal my bright red thighs and ass to him and almost immediately notice a bulge in his jeans.
He turns bright red and is quiet for a few seconds, and then offers to rub some lotion on it for me to help ease some of the pain. I’m a little nervous at first, since we’re supposed to be taking things slow and it’s in such a sensitive area, but I agree and we head to the bedroom.

Stretching out a seasonal mami’s [F] tube dress

Autumn was a hot mess. We met on tinder. She’d dropped into town from Nashville for the weekend on business—maybe a convention. After basic preliminaries we agreed to meet that afternoon, a Saturday.

Her figure matched the photos. About 5’3, long dark hair, and large dark eyes, 25. A tawny complexion that rounded out an ethnically ambiguous look. Maybe Latina, or possibly darker upland Southeast Asian. I never found out. She was thicker than my typical preference, but, you know, variety is the spice of life. Sometimes it’s good to grab a fatter ass.

She was open and easy, not what I’d expected from an accountant. The conversation flowed without the need for any alcohol. I felt like I was getting a window into all kinds of things beyond my life: southern lifeways (she’d grown up in Tennessee) sorority culture, and so on.

While we finished the first drink, I heard about her frustrated Friday. She’d tried to bait a work colleague also in town into a hookup. That he had a serious girlfriend only made it better for her. She’d gotten him drunk and feeling her up, but when they went to her hotel room morals struck and he wouldn’t go further than groping. He’d been texting her all day and she was thinking about how else to enjoy her weekend.

“Four minutes” [MF]

The clock showed four minutes. They tapped the readers nearly in unison. The NFC did its thing: the green “Go” flashed, unlocking the turnstiles. She dropped the phone in her pocket and giggled. A moment later her hand found his, her fingers dancing in it. Hands. She rarely just held them. Those long delicate digits of hers would explore his, idly having a finger battle as they walked or talked or walked and talked. It was one of those tiny things that made her her, the things she would not be even aware of. He felt her squeeze his hand as they turned. The subway station was nearly deserted. “New York in the time of pandemic. Pathetic.” He scowled for a moment.

[MM] [Group] Catching up on my debauchery in grad school.

Back when I was 24 or 25, I was in a new city in Texas at a large university in a high pressure, short program. It was a meat grinder in the business school. Get in, get recruited, and get out. I moved there single, and knew I was most likely not going to stay in the city after I graduated.

I wasn’t interested in drinking at bars and getting struck out week after week. I didn’t have much experience, didn’t want to date. I just wanted something other than my hand for release.

This was in the day when craigslist still had personal ads. And one was always catching my eye. A gloryhole with a cardboard booth, right in the door. Every once in a while, the ad would mention two hungry mouths ready to service cocks. In a rare, blue moon event, there would be three.

Two mouths, three mouths. More than I had ever had. I kept thinking about it. Watching gloryhole porn. I’m straight but…a mouth is a mouth right?

So, I messaged one day. A Friday night. I lived where all the students, frats, and sororities lived in old and new buildings, all cheaply built and expensive to rent.

I played with myself while in bed with my best friend 19[FF]

It happened on a residential trip that I took last year with my best friend. We’d been saving up for ages for this trip and we were so excited to be there, living together for a whole month. The only downside of this was that I never had any time to myself and I have an incredibly high libido. I typically masturbate everyday at a minimum and when I don’t I just get super frustrated. You can only imagine how I was after a week or so of this. The showers were cold and I could never manage to play with myself in there and at night I shared a double bed with my friend.

Like I mentioned it had been a week or so since I’d last had an orgasm and I felt like I was going crazy. I honestly couldn’t think straight, I’d daydream about sex constantly and I’d even have to change my panties because of how worked up I kept getting. One night, I was laying in bed with my friend watching a film with my headphones in when a sex scene came on. I looked over and she seemed to be asleep (it was pretty late by this point) though I still tried to put the thought out of my mind. The more I watched though, the wetter I could feel myself getting. Watching the woman’s face full of pleasure. I wanted to feel that good and before I knew it I had slid a hand into my panties.