Things I’ve [f] done because Daddy told me to

I have a penpal Daddy. We somehow matched on a dating app despite being thousands of miles apart and had already started chatting by the time we realized. I couldn’t tell you why but I instantly trusted him and it wasn’t long before he could get me to do pretty much anything (on video to send to him), including but not at all limited to:

– Finger myself to orgasm at work
– Take off my panties at work and keep them in my dress pocket the rest of the day
– Fondle my tits while telling him how much I want his cum dripping down them
– Slap my pussy while apologizing for being a dirty slut and begging him to teach me to be a good girl
– Use dildos to fuck my cunt and mouth at the same time
– Show off my new vibrating butt plug
– Rub my clit in an airplane bathroom
– Lay spread-eagle on the kitchen table of my Airbnb and finger myself while promising I’d find someone to fuck on my vacation and that I’d pretend it was him the whole time

[mf] I took a vacation with my BF and sorority sister

This happened 15 years ago when I was in college.

My sophomore year, my dad bought a condo in Gulf Shores, Alabama. I was living in my sorority house, and I was trying to arrange a girls trip right after finals in May, but at the last minute 2 of my better friends had to cancel leaving only my sorority sister Kasey and I who were both 20. Kasey pledged the spring semester of her freshman year, and I had pledged in the previous fall, so we knew each other but we were not like best friends. She was a petite blonde about 5’2″ and a cute smile.

I was in a relationship at the time, and I wasn’t too keen on going on a trip and depending on random guys to buy us alcohol, especially since I wasn’t going to hook up with any of them. So after much deliberation, we decided to invite my boyfriend Sean who was 21. Sean and I had only been together for about a month, when I met him at an event on campus because one of my sisters brought me over to a bbq tent that was run by Sean’s fraternity. Sean looked like a typical fraternity guy about 5’10, average build, dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes.

I secretly know that my coworker is a sex worker [MF]

​I live in Los Angeles and I’m a production assistant on photoshoots. The job is okay, it pays the bills and I get to hang with some cool people and some very attractive models.

I’m a quiet, slightly introverted guy, but people always chat me up and stuff. Especially models when we are on set. With these models, there has always been a rumor that some of them may have a side gig, where they escort or something. I always thought it was complete BS, until I found out that a model that I regularly work with actually does it. She doesn’t know that I know, but I ​know.

Part of me wants to approach her, and ‘hire’ her for a night. But she’s way out of my league and I would probably last 10 seconds. More so, I want to tell someone about it, have that guy approach her, and perhaps I can watch. It’s always been a thing for me to watch a gorgeous woman be as sexual as possible. The most practical thing is of course keep my mouth shut.

31[F] lets me 19[M] fill her up twice + anal

This all starts with me being a horny introvert in college who doesn’t party or drink. So in my search for sex, I met K. We met online and she thought I sounded fun and liked my cock. I’m not the biggest around but I was the biggest for her.

Eventually we decided she’d get a hotel in town (we’re only 40ish minutes away). After my shift at work I showered and went out. I first went to Walmart for some condoms, but we didn’t end up using them. I then went to the hotel.

I should say K is quite thick, and not with a c. I have to say a lot of extra weight is not super attractive in my view, but I wanted to fuck someone and I think after last night I don’t care as much. Her tits were pretty big and they were very sensitive.

So I knock on the door and there she is with only a red shirt. Pulls me in with a quick hello, kisses me and takes me to the chair to see take off my pants and blows me. She knew what she was doing.

Strip Club [F]un

This was the first time I saw her exhibitionist side come out while we were together. We were visiting a town in the midwest for a friends wedding and got there a few nights early. We searched around for something to do and found a fairly nice strip club not too far from where we were staying, so we figured we’d drink some wine around the hotel room and head over around 10. I went on their site to check it out as we were pregaming and saw that Thursday nights are amateur night. I dared her to go up on stage and it didn’t take much convincing for her to agree. My heart started pounding when she said she’d go up; I was only half serious.

She hopped in the shower to freshen up and I told her to keep the shower curtain open so I could watch her as I drank my wine. She shaved her legs and pussy so she was nice and smooth, keeping her sexy landing strip, lathered down and washed her holes to be 100% clean. She got out and put her sexy underwear on that she was going to wear for me, but now there’s going to be a bigger audience seeing her white see through lace panties.

Driving [f]our hours to cheer up [m]y FWB.

*Disclaimer: This story is probably pretty vanilla as far as this subreddit goes – it’s just a fun, memorable experience I was recently reminiscing about so wanted to write it out. So if wild, kinky, risque stories are your kinda thing, this probably won’t do it for you!*

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James and I first met back when we were both young, horny uni students. We were part of the same friendship circles and while we quickly realised that our personalities were too different for a relationship between us ever to work, we did discover that we were really sexually compatible and started a great FWB arrangement (which I swear was 95% responsible for getting me through uni).

After we both graduated, James moved interstate for work, and so while we’d still occasionally hook up for a night of fun if we were ever both single and found ourselves in the same city, or exchanged the odd dirty messages, it became much more about the ‘friend’ part than the ‘benefits’. We’d update one another on developments in our lives, give each other frank advice on stuff and lend an ear to each other whenever necessary.

How my birthday away became a gaycation. [MM]

I had known G since elementary school. We met in 3rd grade a became inseparable.

When we younger, he was staying at my house overnight. We snuck out to meet girls but they wouldn’t let us go past first base. We snuck back into my house feeling defeated. We couldn’t figure out what was wrong with us. Why were other boys so good with girls and we weren’t. The only conclusion we could come up with was that we were terrible kissers. There was really no way to know. But, I had an idea. We could know. We would just kiss each other, if it was super weird, then we would know our problem. He was reluctant, but eventually we kissed.

After a few seconds we stopped. We pulled away. I was surprised by how flustered it made me.
“I don’t think you are a bad kisser.” I said.
G started talking . “I don’t think you are one either. I mean, but maybe the girls are different maybe they like different things maybe they…”
I interrupt him

“Hey. Stop talking. has anyone ever told you that you talk to much?” I said.

My [F]irst experience lusting over and getting fucked by my [M]anager at work

I stumbled upon an old picture from a year ago, and I couldn’t resist the urge to share my story with you all.

A bit about me: I am a 28 year old petite Latina with a favorable ass and enthusiastic love of getting *fucked*. I love sex and everything that it entails, especially when it comes to pleasing my lover. My favorite kink is the feeling of a throbbing dick in my throat as I swallow delicious cum. Despite having a favorable view of sex, I was navigating the troubled waters of singledom and was having a rough time meeting anyone. I instead chose to channeling my sexual frustration into focusing on my career.

With than said, this is the story of how I ended up unexpectedly hooking up with my manager after months of growing sexual tension. All names will be changed to protect our lustful identities.

[MFF] Chinese finger trap

I’ve told this story a hundred times, but I’ve never written it down. This story starts, as any good story does, with a girl.

We’ll call her Vicky. That’s close enough to her English name. She was hot (would I tell you a story about an ugly girl?). One day, we’re in bed and she’s going down on me. She starts showing me pictures of random girls on her phone and asking me to choose one. At this point I have zero idea wtf is happening (blood was all in the less thoughtful head). So, I choose one.

Next thing I know, we are on a slow train to a small town. We get off the train and meet the girl… and a guy who says he is her bf.

Shit.

That was a long train ride for absolutely nothing.

This fucking mongoloid walks with us to the hotel and then LEAVES. He tells his gf he just wanted to make sure she would be safe, and he LEAVES. HER. IN A ROOM. WITH ME AND MY GF. I’m still giving this guy high fives in my dreams. And low fives. Every kind of fives.

[F]riday night with my [m]an.

This is a true story. Just to set the scene, I’m tiny, 4’ll, smallish b-cups. He’s average height & build, with gorgeous eyes.

First time poster, please forgive mistakes.

“Stand up princess, and turn around.”

I did as I was told without hesitation, and my hands were tied behind my back before I knew it.

He kissed my neck & tied my long hair back out of my face, then pushed me face first onto the mattress.

My face was burried in the mattress eyes closed, waiting to feel what Daddy would do. I impatiently wiggled my butt, silently begging for the first touch. His leather belt brushed my skin lightly before disappearing only to land with a loud thwack. He striped my eager cheeks and I grew wetter with each strike.

Between hits Daddy checked in to make sure I was okay, only to be met with a quiet whimper & nod.