Perks of being an immigrant(perhaps?) [MM]

So, this is something that happened 2 weeks ago. As the title suggests, I am an immigrant student residing in Victoria, BC currently pursuing my masters in the university while doing a part time job as a computing assistant in a small local business. My name is Alex, half Asian and half Brit, I’m 5’11 with slim-average build, a good 7 inchers and also I am a vers.

Back to the encounter, the work load was minimal after the turn of year so I decided to go back onto Grindr for a random hookup. It was long before my mobile buzzed, I had a text from a teen guy who lived in the same apartment (for safety reasons lets call him ‘Tim’. Tim is also an immigrant and we were studying in the same university. Tim is 6’1, a bit athletic bod, black with a cute face and a 8.5-9 inch tool.) So, I replied him within a few minutes and we had hit on, we talked a lot, exchanged some pics and exchanged our phone numbers.

SITTING NAKED ON THE BALCONY [FM]

Sam and I spoon around after sex. He has 2 to 3 balconies, one of them facing the park and some wasteland. We sit there naked on a swing, with his cock twitching inside me while he slowly caresses my boobs. There have been times when a few people have spotted us, but that’s what makes it more exciting when they come around again every day just to get a glimpse of our naked glory.

some of them have tried making conversations while the others just showed disgust never returning again, it dint matter to us as we showed our body off.

I still remember a teen boy (19m) who eagerly came into our house just to have a closer look at my pussy. only to push his finger later. It was his first time and Sam guided him through my body. We never had sex though. but the whole experience was just as arousing. I met him again with his mom while buying groceries and he seemed nervous.

So I just smiled and left.

I slept with my married college pro[f]essor at a conference

I was in my last year of college which was my absolute hardest. I felt depressed and lonely most of that year and accidentally isolated myself from my friends and family. It was the first day of one of my last classes when I saw him. I felt my heart thump when I laid my eyes on the professor. He was a tall man with piercing blue eyes and a nice salt and pepper look. I’ve always had a thing for silver foxes even though I was only 22 at the time. He had a lovely European accent that helped me learn his material well. I noticed he had a ring and thought to myself being a catholic, that I shouldn’t ogle at a married man like that. Sadly, the heart never listens to what the brain says, so I started going to his office hours every. single. day.

During his office hours I would let my hair down, put some extra make up on and made sure cleavage was shown. I noticed this sly smile he would make when I showed up. He knew. Of course he knew, I’m terribly transparent when I want someone. He was an older man, in his late forties with a maturity that other guys my age haven’t grasped yet. It was worse during his lectures; I would wear my tight pencil skirts that accentuated my curves.

[F] I [F 40] am a politician who slept her way to the top.

I got into the students union in my college and was the chairman of the union for two years. It was my first exposure to politics and public service and I really got hooked onto it and decided to pursue politics as a career. Once I graduated, with the help of contacts that I made during my college days, I was able to secure an internship in one of the biggest political parties in here as an assistant in PR department. But my ambitions were higher and I soon got involved with active public service, along with my internship. I hoped the people above me would see my dedication and they did. I was told by the local committee head, with whom I gelled well, that the party was thinking about letting me contest in local election that year and you all can imagine how excited I would have been upon knowing this.

[F] Finally, its that time of the year when my [F 36] husband let me have gangbang for a day.

Every year, for one day, my husband let me go wild. For over past one decade, my husband let me have sex with other men on the day after my birthday. On that day, I have gangbangs with men, who are usually my friends or his’. Basically people whom we know. For the rest of the time, I am a loyal obedient wife to my husband and a loving mother to our kids. The day after my birthday, I meet with guys at one of their place, hang out with them, let them use me however they want to, I enjoy them to the core, have sex all night and by the dawn, I go back to my husband as a good wife who is satiated, until the next time. My birthday is on the first week of February and I am already getting excited and having tingles in my stomach. Feel free to interact with me about this and ask questions if you got any.

[MF] Coffee with my Fiancée’s best friend

The two of us hit it off really well early on when my now fiancée introduced me to her friends. With one of them, Ash, I clicked with almost instantly. We have similar taste in music snd sense of humour. Over the time we knew eachother it slowly got to the point where we would talk a few times a week because of plans the group of us would have. Those conversations would drift from the plans to other topics, and eventually to what we liked sexually, including tips for things to try out with eachother’s significant others.

Over the three and a half years I had been with my now fiancée Ash had moved from one relationship to a new boyfriend. She found she wasn’t happy with how her new bf was in bed, which came out when her and I were meeting up for what had became a weekly meet up for coffee.

A few weeks later we met up again for coffee like we usually did and found a quiet university classroom because we didn’t want to try finding a table in the student center where we started this ritual of ours. We got in a quiet room and set up our coffees with my laptop to go through Reddit and chat.

Lockdown has Ruined me.. I fucked a virgin boy! omg [FM]

A nerdy cute boy, skinnier than I usually like but with a cute face. Younger than me and a neighbour! lol. But anyway, he came over and he was nervous and cute so I took control and told him to kiss me.

Well, once I said that he def took over and got agressive. Ripping off our clothing. I led him to the bedroom and since it was his first time let him not use a condom. He had a normal sized dick but it had a curve up that felt great.

I thought he was going to finish in 30 seconds, but to my surprise he pounded on me for about 15 minutes. Asking to try every position / just tossing my little body.

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Doggy style must’ve been too much for him because he filled my pussy up with his cum without warning. I kissed him goodbye and sent him home, then used my hitachi on myself with his cum leaking out of me to make myself cum.

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I am so turned on again when i was writing this. You can DM me to talk more about it or may be more!

Flea Market Fuck – Part 1 [MF]

So last weekend was just another of the same old boring weekends my husband [M 37] and I [F 33] have been having lately. Lazing around the house, laundry, TV, and nothing exciting to speak of.

So my husband gets this great idea to head to a flea market a couple towns over. Sure why not. Maybe I’ll find some hidden treasure or at least get out of the house and waste some time. The 30 minute drive was quiet so I openned Reddit and started scrolling. Nothing was particularly interesting so I switch over to this account and turn my phone away slightly as I position myself against the car door. I was greeted with a flood of sexy bodies…. big beautiful women was their pussy lips and ass cheeks spread… hard abs with harder cocks ready and waiting…. sexy lace bearly covering hard pink nipples… I was instantly turned on. My pussy started to ache. I was wet and throbbing just after a few minutes of scrolling.

All my hookups #4 – The time I [M] fucked the bartender [F] on the pool table

One afternoon when I was in law school, I got a call from M. She said she needed help with some accounting homework – I told her I knew nothing about accounting but she told me to come down to her bar anyhow.

I had met M a few months earlier at a different bar, while I was playing bass in a jazz band. She was sitting at the bar having a drink, and I struck up a conversation. It turned out she was a stripper who also bartended at regular non-stripper bars – and drank a lot. Like, a very surprising amount, especially considering that she was very petite. She had the body of a prima ballerina.

We went out on a couple of dates, and she had already slept over my house once. But we drank a LOT of scotch that night, and I wasn’t sure she was into it, so we just went to sleep.

When I was [F] 19, I blew the hot runner in my neighborhood [M] 21 in his shower

I know I just shared a story, but you guys seemed to like it so much that I wanted to share another one of my favorites from early college. It’s a bit long but I think it’s worth it ?.

My first year of college, I got really into running. I had hated it before but after getting into it regularly, I was hooked. I found the best way to keep up with it was to go at the same time of day so I could build it into my schedule. I noticed a few regulars who also ran at the same time I did. One of them was a guy around my age who was really hot. You could tell this guy worked out. He was around 6’2” and had those perfect washboard abs (he ran shirtless). I was in good shape back then too and did probably look pretty cute in just my sports bra and running shorts. We passed each other most times we ran. After a few times of this, we started recognizing each other and waving when we passed.