collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Never have I left the house with a butt plug in my ass until now! I’m so excited I can barley type this. Just doing a few domestic random errands. I’m thinking will anyone know. Can it be seen through my loose fitting jeans. Excited beyond description!
Who else does this?
So there was this was a yoga instructor from my town. I’d known her for a while and worked with her in a few different capacities. She was probably around 50 but she never told me her age. She was smoking hot (yoga bod, duh). One day she starts messaging me on FB and I figured out quickly that she was flirting with me. She eventually told me she was really attracted to me and had a younger guy fetish. I of course followed that line of possibility and started sleeping with her. She gave me an amazing blow job that was super sensual, she really knew what she was doing. Her pussy tasted fucking amazing and she had a rock hard bod with perky medium to small tits. Her tubes were tied so I got to cum inside her. She was very forceful with me and knew what she wanted, it was super hot to be dominated like that. We were very open with each other and talked a lot about our fantasies, I told her I was in to fooling around with guys but I hadn’t had the chance to that often, and the ones I did weren’t very fun.
My lovely girlfriend shared this story with me over the weekend and I knew I had to share it with you all.
Back in her early college days she worked for one of those “breastaurants” in town in order to pay for school. She was hired on to be a manger which meant she didn’t have to wear the skimpy revealing outfit and is the main reason why she took the job. She only had to wear the company polo and slacks. The hours were great and the pay was solid. She told me though, that working with all of those girls and their egos was like wrangling cats in a hail storm.
If you’re looking for erotica and stories of big loads, big dicks and perfect bodies that don’t sweat like so many here seem to have daily then you might exit now. I’m just going to share a sexual experience, not sell you a novel to beat off to.
This happened 3 yrs ago. I was 19 at the time, started chatting online with this 23yr old. I won’t say her name for anonymity reasons but it’s a horrible name, especially post 911 but Let’s call her Alicia, anyway she was cute, petite and I sent her a somewhat erotic pose of me naked laying sideways with my dick half hard…just hard enough to still look flaccid while giving that illusion that I was packing a horse down there as I’m about 6.5″ fully hard but flaccid it’s like an inch so it wasn’t a total lie. I’m what they call a “grower” I guess. I also used to lift weights so I still had my six pack just before I hit my stride discovering how delicious bacon really was.
When you have kids you take advantage of any time you can get together, quickies are common, so the chance for a real session is very much enjoyed.
Saturday was the usual, a cuddle before the kids woke up, a friendly grope in the kitchen, suggestive texts while at various weekend kids activities, I was looking forward to bedtime- for everyone.
Then in the afternoon we had 5 minutes, this would normally be a bit of heavy petting or the like, but instead I was grabbed and pinned against the wall, my OH held my arms tight above my head and kissed me, roughly. I didn’t get a chance to breathe before I was thrown into the bed and he took full advantage of the skirt I was wearing, pulling my underwear to the side and pushing his fingers into me, fucking me with his hand and bringing me to the brink of orgasm. As abruptly as it started it finished, he walked away, leaving me out of breath and unfulfilled.
My protests were met with a wink and the filthiest grin you’ve ever seen. This was not over.
I’ve written a few stories if you check my post history regarding Bec. At the time of these stories she was 20, one of the admin staff at work, and to describe her looks wise she has the most gorgeously cute face and a chubby yet curvy figure.
Anyway, I first met her on a camping trip with friends and work colleagues where we were destined to share a room while I tried to chase and get with another girl from the office who was your traditional stunner, albeit a brat and kind of arrogant.
Anyway it was during this week that Bec basically gave me handjob after handjob all week. After that we started hanging out where eventually she started to fuck, suck and of course, give these insane off the charts handjobs.
So recently (newsflash we are still together) we spent a weekend away where we went to a swingers party and spent basically the whole weekend naked. That’s a story for another post I think but there was a time over the weekend when I was utterly spent and she reminded me of the time early in our relationship when she first spent an entire weekend just focused on my cock. So I thought I’d recount it here. I apologise if I jump over the place.
I suck at links (and just don’t want to put in the effort) so you can just find part one yourself lol
Mark was sitting on the couch and I walked over to sit down next to him as I got closer he lifted his leg up on the coffee table to block me from getting to the couch. So I just sat down right on his lap. He pulled up my dress and slid his hand into my panties. Mark played with my clit while I was sitting on his lap, grinding his cock into my ass. Making my pussy so wet.
He pulled his cock out of his pants and I spit on my hand and rubbed up and down his cock toying with him as he played with me. Mark Skyped one of his friends and she watched as he played with my clit. His friend added two more guys to the Skype call and they all watched as Mark was making me cum over and over again. I was honestly just lost in pleasure and stopped playing with his cock until she told me to again. I ran my hand up and down Mark’s cock until he took it from me and started teasing my pussy. He rubbed the tip of his cock against my clit. Then Mark moved down to the entrance of my pussy. Teasing me and himself too by sticking the tip of his cock just barely in my pussy and having it pop back out.
I discovered GW nearly a year ago and have been enjoying the stories by you all, I especially like the random act of hotness. So decided to share mine today.
This happened 8 years ago when I was 22, living in San Francisco, with my two brothers for my college. Daughter of one my father’s friend wanted to explore different schools in Bay Area to study further. She goes by the name Rizzy in the family, so that’s what I will call her here.
Now I had known Rizzy for many years at that point because our fathers have been good friends for decades and have done business together in past. We met several times over the years and I always liked her, nothing too serious though. So when I learned that she is visiting us in SF and will crash at our place for few days, I was NOT too excited. I was wrong. :)
Rizzy was few months older than me and had breast of 30DD I think. She was 5 4″ and healthy (I wouldn’t call her chubby). I am 5 10″ and slim body.
My last Daddy and I were long distance and used to roleplay in messages or on the phone and often acted the scenes out in person when we met. One scene I was wanted to try was were I was getting jealous of Daddy ‘flirting’ with other women, in this case a waitress in a restaurant. He’s 44, divorced, slightly chubby, dark red hair and a sexy beard. I’m 27, blonde, pale, plus sized with big tits (pictures on my profile). The story below took place in April. Unfortunately we parted ways a while ago but I have a lot of fond memories. I apologize is anybody in the service industry had to deal with someone like me :/
As something of a change of pace, here’s a recounting of something recent, told from her perspective…
“What floor?” I say, a wink and naughty smile masking the tempest of nerves building inside me.
This is not at all what I intended. This was supposed to be just an online experiment—an exchange of flirty emails I could use as fodder for fantasy every now and then. Yet, here I am, almost suddenly, ready to ride an elevator to the hotel room of a stranger I met only hours ago.
In silence, he leads me down the hall, each step signaling an escalation of the anticipation building between my legs. As we cross the threshold into the room, I turn to look at him, the angles of his face shifting upwards into a smile as he met my eyes, making my pulse quicken.
“I want you to relax,” he says gently. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
“No…,” I say, almost too quickly. “I’m just… this is all new to me,” I say shyly, a hint of embarrassment in my tone.
“If it helps, I’m a little nervous too,” he offers, my smile and ease in his presence quickly returning.