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My husband blindfolded me and lined up some guys he had chatted to online
I did not know who they were or anything about them, but one by one they walked in and i blew them and they left
Last time i was i think 7 guys, all were circumcised, it was good kinky swingers fun
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A chat I had tonight reminded me of this short tale.
My ex and I had been out all day with some friends at a carnival and admittedly I’d been teasing him all day. Rubbing his thigh (and maybe his bulge a little) under the table at dinner, grabbing his butt when no one was looking, even quickly flashing him at one point. And then I would immediately flounce away like nothing had happened.
On the drive back to his place we had about 20 more minutes when I started gratuitously stretching and arching my back and sticking my tits out. He looked over at me and I told him to keep his eyes on the road. He looked at me, then switched into the right lane and pulled into a strip mall parking lot and put the car in park near the back. Then he calmly grabbed the back of my head and said “Open your fucking mouth.”
When I say he fucked my face I mean: my mouth was a hole for him. His hands held my head in place as he thrust up, and I just choked and whined while he used it. I deep throated him all the time, but at one point my lips were around the base and he was still pushing deeper, asking me why I was such a fucking slut.
My name is Jessie, I am 25 years old and I work as a bank accountant in a bank in the southwest of US. I originally come from Texas, but I lived my whole life in Arizona.
I am with my boyfriend for half a year now. He is a great guy; he respects me and loves me. He is also so good in bed, and we always had good sex.
Lately, anyway, I felt unsatisfied; I was horny all the time and always wanted more. Despite he was so good, he could not give me what I wanted, but I knew we could handle this situation.
I would wake up in the morning, “Oh John! Aaaah! Yeah, fuck me harder,” screaming and moaning loudly. “Yes, I can take you. I can take your big dick in my juicy cunt,” imagining him fucking me so hard like we never fucked before.
We had a sincere conversation about that yesterday. “Baby, don’t you wanna play today?” I said with a seductive tone. “What do you mean by that? We just had a hard fuck yesterday!” he replied rather surprised.
Back when I was in my third year of uni i got approached by this girl. She said she heard about me and wanted to know if it the stuff was true. I pressed her a bit and she said she heard I was kinky and knew how to eat pussy. Apparently women talk alot.
She was short, had a cute round face, and always walked like model. She was light skinned, with a slim body but large breasts. Her roommate was a good friend of mine and one day I saw her opening a suitcase filled with sex toys and edible panties.
I was kind of annoyed at first but she kept chasing me. I suppose her being a law student made sense. After a late night of studying on campus with friends, I started to walk home, when I encountered her. She asked if I could chill with her.
We talked for a bit until she asked if she could see my cock. Just having her ask me that kinda turned me on so I took it and she held it for bit. She sat up on the edge of this wall, and guided my cock in her pussy. She wasn’t even wearing panties.
This is a part three to my experiences with ‘Kate’ and ‘Sara’. The three of us were having a group chat, when the topic of who gives better head: Men or Women. As expected I said men and they said women.
So I said let’s make a bet. I can get them to an orgasm faster than they can for me. They both agreed and Kate said if they won then this would be their prize:
In a few months, the club they worked at would have a special night when guest male strippers would entertain a male audience. Basically, they would put a collar around neck, in nothing but tight leather shorts, and walk me around the stage like a puppy.
The thought horrified me. Sara even joked that she would invite people from the classes we shared. I’m immediately regretting challenging them. So after some thinking I came up with what I wanted:
They were starting to get jealous of me when I talked to other girls, like we were in a three-way relationship. So instead I wanted them to be my “wingwomen”, and basically help me get more women like them. They disagreed at first, but I managed to convince them…after hours.
This happened at my brother’s wedding some years ago.
He was getting married to his gf from school days – they’ve been together for about 12 years by then. I was in the process of getting divorced from the cheating bastard I married shortly after graduation. Not feeling in the greatest space and having little faith or interest in the institution of marriage I decided to go to the ceremony on my own, to my family’s disgust.
I couldn’t make it to the bachelorette party and wasn’t involved in the planning of the wedding at all, so I had no idea who would be the MoH or Best Man.
Fun fact, I rarely have wet dreams, and if I do, it usually cuts off right before the fun happens. So when I woke up from a nap today dripping wet and almost on the edge of an orgasm because of the intensity of it, I thought I should share it and maybe you could share your stories aswell.
I don’t really know who the guy was but what I do know is that he had a sense of familiarity so he might be a student that I see often around college.
I starts with us hanging out on the couch at my house (not really my actual house) with my parents appearing to be on the second floor sleeping. He just looks at me and put an arm around me and next thing I know we’re having this very intense making-out session, I was needy, wet and very aggressive. He pulls me on top of him and then pulls my top down and starts playing with my nipples while he’s tracing my neck with his tongue, bitting it, sucking and leaving traces. I put my hand on his abdomen and trace it down to his jeans to unzip it and pull it down along with his boxers enough to free his shaft that was already hard.
Edit: at the request of a mod, I’m adding the fact that both people involved in this story were 18 at the time (Birthdays were after the cutoff for school, but before the start of the year, odd coincidence on both parts)
Also, in my confusion to add this before, I accidentally deleted the whole post, my bad (I blame the mobile app)
Backstory: Currently in University. Paying my way through by working as an unofficial personal trainer at the gym on campus. I make most of my money by referrals and returning clientele.
Story:
Last Monday, the first day of training, I was working with my buddy’s girlfriend. She seemed to be really impressed with the session as a whole (I usually like to work with the client in advance to help understand their goals. I can tailor a workout off of this fairly easily and it seems to leave the right impression). After we finished, she told me that she had some friends who might be interested in booking a session. I am more than happy to take on new customers so I gave her my phone number and just told her to pass it out to anyone who might be interested.
I’m new to this sub, so I’m just airing out some of my experiences. And this month’s theme just reminded me of a experience.
I had this female friend that I knew since childhood. I’ll call her ‘Tina’. Tina lived overseas, so we mostly just talked online, or over the phone. Other than that I would only see her during holidays and breaks from school. When we were around 20 or 22, her aunt was getting married. Due to this she was back for a few weeks.
Her aunt and my mom were friends, so I decided to tag along and try my luck. I always heard that alot of sex happens at weddings, so maybe I could get lucky.
(Sidenote: Before I moved out of my parent’s house, they went out alot, so I would tag along to practice my skills at seducing girls, so if I got rejected by a girl, I’d never see them again anyway. In a sense going to this wedding was also for that reason)
The church where the wedding took place was so massive that the ceremony only occupied half of it. I was bored and just looking around for prospects. During this I was texting Tina, who sat with her family on the opposite side from me.