Date Night [FM]

So my little minx just wrote this today. Driven by the arousing response to our last post.

Date night

We finally planned a night for ourselves. The babysitter was lined up and you were taking me to your favorite restaurant, Jerry’s. Lucky for me it’s right across from my favorite club, so I knew I’d get to show off for you a little too. I let you pick my dress because I knew which one you would choose, the little black one that hugged every curve of my body like it was made for me, and no bra, of course.

I was in my panties getting ready in our bathroom while you showered off. I barely heard the water shut off and I jumped when I felt your arms slide around the tight curves of my waist. You laughed and gave me a little love bite in the neck before you turned me around to face you. My hard perky nipples staring at you, you looked over my entire body in approval before bending down to kiss my nipple. You took my nipple in your mouth as you slid my panties to the side with your hand. I felt your cold fingers spreading my warm slit as I moaned in pleasure. I felt the pressure growing on my tight little ass hole as you looked up into my eyes. I moaned deeply in approval but my moan turned into a sudden gasp as you shoved the butt plug in to fill me. You watched the pleasure and pain fill my eyes.

Meeting Ann and having a wild Su[MMF]er. Summer school at its best!

I was attending a large University in and was in my 3rd yr living off campus. I had a friend from japan who was dating a girl called Ann who was from the states. She used to be quite a freak from the stories I had heard but my boy always said they were just stories.

In the last month of the year in 2004 I took on a new room mate for the first semester of summer school … his name was Manny… buff Latino guy who had just finished his freshman year. He was a fun guy and we got to know each other hanging out. One evening he said he wanted to call a girl over to hang who he had been fooling around with off and on. They had supposedly met at a sports bar called Juliens that was near Fenway park. He proceeds to then show me a video of him and the girl and his old room mate all having a go. It looked hot and the girl looked hot as fuck too. Then when he had a close up of her face I realised it was Ann.

Part 5: I got fucked by my husband’s friends [MF]

***Hi guys, Nina here!***

***Up until now I’ve managed to keep my husband in the dark about this entire situation, however, certain events have transpired over the last few days that have made this all come to light. My original draft of part 5 was focused on one of my sexual adventures from the past, however, I have decided to jump ahead to the present to discuss what is happening with us currently.***

***As promised, here is a picture of the outfit I wore in this part. Enjoy!***

[***https://imgur.com/xr8zoy3***](https://imgur.com/xr8zoy3)

My life has been pretty crazy ever since I got married, as I started to learn things about myself, my likes and dislikes and how far I would be willing to go. Once my husband allowed two of his friends to fuck me over a pact that they made years ago, I knew my life would never be the same. From his point of view, this was a one-time thing, a deed that would fulfill his obligation and would never be spoken of again. But from my point of view, this was a major turning point. He didn’t account for how much I would actually enjoy the pounding his friends gave me, so much so, that I started to sneak behind his back to get gangbanged, went on a 5 day vacation to Mexico with his friends to have my pussy exploited and punished and continue to give them subsequent opportunities to fuck the living shit out of me in twos, threes and fours. He knew it happened the first time because he arranged it to satisfy the pact, but he was completely oblivious to the monster he created in me and all the other poundings I took from his friends.

Corona Virus Work from Home – Do you have a horrific story? Here is [M]ine…

I had previously been watching adult videos on my phone and then several hours later was on a video conference with 6-8 people (on laptop). I am a financial executive and work with very sophisticated, white collar type of people (co-workers and clients).

I inconspicuously unlock phone to do something on the browser… not only does said video begin playing immediately, but the volume was turned all the way up and several of the dirtiest things you can imagine are said before I can close it down.

I am not sure what happened over the following several minutes because I blacked out and hoped to die.

I may have been previously watching adult videos on my phone and then several hours later was on a video conference with 6-8 people (on laptop). I am a financial executive and work with very sophisticated, white collar type of people (co-workers and clients).

I inconspicuously unlock phone to do something on the browser… not only does said video begin playing immediately, but the volume was turned all the way up and several of the dirtiest things you can imagine are said before I can close it down.

I had sex with 4 guys at a live sex club for money [Group]

A little over a year ago, I was at a club on Spring Break and started talking to one of the “Red Bull” girls that was working there. We hit it off pretty well and after some drinks, she let it slip that she had once performed at a live sex club. I was fascinated – I had to know more. She told me a fair bit about it and by the end of our conversation, I was hooked. The money was exciting, but the idea of the experience was even more thrilling.

She connected me to a contact of hers there and I then went through a fairly intense and involved interview process over the next several months. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have second thoughts, but I continued to fantasize about the experience and figured it would be a real “once in a lifetime” thing. I eventually completed all of the steps and made it through each round of selection. Then, several months later, I found myself in an airplane on my way to Las Vegas. The trip there is a complete blur in retrospect – my nerves and anxiety were running high thinking about what was going to happen that night.

Fucking [m]y nude yoga teacher in front of the class

A few years ago, I would go on a site that had local meetups and events for certain kinks and what not. My profile had all of my best nude photos, and the only fetish I really had was exhibitionism.

There was a nude yoga class happening near me. I was practicing yoga about once every other week at the time, but had never done a nude class.

I messaged the host to find out more about it. The host was an older blonde lady, in pretty good shape. She was probably in her early 50s. She taught yoga professionally in a gym, but hosted these nude classes for fun. We exchanged a few messages to share details about the class. I went in, not expecting to get laid or anything. Just to do some fun nude yoga.

The class was clothing-optional, depending on your own comfort level. It was in a warehouse as opposed to a studio. Other events were also held here (which I’ll share another story on later).

Coworker set up a threesome [MFF]

So, on Monday, K texted me to give me more details for last night. She wanted me to come over around 5 to help her with dinner before her friend E came over for the evening. She also gave me a little bit of information about E. She described E as her height and age, a little bit heavier, but as she put it “curvier” because of 4 kids, two which were twins. E had been divorced for about 3 years after she caught her husband having an affair with a friend from high school.

Pande[M]ics are [F]or Pounding: a reunion story

She had been rubbing her neck and wincing as I packed up my weekend bag, Tuesday morning.

“Did you sleep funny, baby?”, I asked. “What’s up with your neck?”

“No, I’m pret-ty sure it’s sore from all the blowjobs.”

“Ahhh,” I said with a mixture of sheepishness and instant arousal.

It would have been more accurate of her to blame the act of simply giving head, which she does on and off while we’re in bed together. It’s never a single blow job from my girlfriend. When we’re together my cock works its way into her willing mouth early and often. This past weekend was the first time we’d had the opportunity to pleasure each other in over a month because of a temporary pandemic-related separation. We took full advantage of the time.

On Friday, during our first play session, while she was getting warmed up on my hard dick, slowly and deliberately coating it with her spit, I asked her if she was going to suck my dick all weekend.

“mmmhmm,” she managed while my dick was in the back of her warm and wet throat. She did not disappoint.

[F] I have lost count of the times I have cum in the last couple of days

The lockdown has been pretty boring overall. I haven’t had much luck getting fucked. But since I started posting here, it’s been amazing. I have lost count of how many times I have cum to men abusing, degrading and mocking me.

I can’t think of anything else except being used and abused. I am wet all day with my panties drenched. The best part about this has been that I have been so vulnerable and open here which scares me irl. And so many men have used that to break me and humiliate me. I have broken down, crying while rubbing my clit and orgasming. This is cathartic.

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That one time I got [f]ucked in an electrical room by a guy I just [m]et from the bar.

This happened about 3 years ago. I was 21 and just got my first full-time job out of university. This was a time in my life where there was a lot of drinking and partying because, hey, I can afford it now.

One horny night, I was invited out by a guy I had matched with on Tinder. We’ll call him Antoine.

Antoine is a 32-year-old mixed-race (Canadian/Jamaican) purser based in my city. We had matched for probably more than a month by that time, exchanged texts occasionally and we must have tried to set up a meeting at least twice but due to his being in-and-out of the city, it just never happened. So while I thought he was super cute and hot in his pictures and videos, I simply lost interest.

It was Monday evening. I had just gotten home from work and was almost ready to get into my jammies when I got a text: “I’m in the city, hanging out with some friend in A Jamaican Bar at Some Hotel. Wanna join us?” It was late. I was tired. I was supposed to have work early the next morning but the irresponsible, horny part of my brain thought, “you know what? Fuck it. Let’s meet this guy.”