Going Into The Wrong Locker Room [fMMM] [blkmail] [reluc]

Cheer practice ran late and I missed the late bus. Great. I’d have to wait for mom to get off work and pick me up. With all this extra time, I figure sitting there sweaty would do me no good so I decided to shower.

I text mom to pick me up on her way home from work and walk into the locker room. I strip down, pulling my tight shorts around my bubble butt, and pulling my shirt off and unhooking my bra, letting my C Cup boobs hang free. I go to the showers and turn on the water, entering the brisk water, I use the soap provided in the dispenser on the wall and rub my body with it, hugging my curves and caressing my skin gently. All of a sudden, I hear a few voices, male voices. My error dawns on me, while I was texting mom I walked into the wrong locker room, and varsity football just let out, so now my naked freshman self is stuck here with a bunch of older jocks.

I continue showering, praying none of them will go shower themselves.

What (or should I say who) I did this summer [fm]

School was finally out and I woke up on the first day of summer with one mission. Get laid.

I sit up and look at myself in the mirror. My T Shirt barely concealed my C cup breasts, and my brown hair was matted to the side of my head from sleeping on it. I get up, pulling my panties out of my (I’d say pretty nice) ass and start combing my hair.

I continue with the rest of my morning routine, checking the time to verify its 9 and Mom’s at work.

I pick out an outfit my mom would not approve of, because “Cynthia Reid that is not appropriate for a 17 year old to wear” I don’t see what’s wrong with a tank top and booty shorts, it’s an advantage to me.

I check my phone to see if I had gotten any texts. The answer was no, so I posted on my Instagram and Snapchat a picture of my bed with the caption “home alone, HMU”

Nobody would judge me, everyone’s a slut at 17.

[F] [exh] [mast] Comealot Sex41 Club

This sexy story is about a group of women who start a masturbation club at the Comealot Sex Shop. It’s called the Comealot Sex41 [pronounced “sex for one”] Club and “the club” for short. The club is a safe haven for women who want more sex. Together, they face the realities of everyday female sexual desire, and the beauty of a human lost in passionate self-pleasure.

Members receive regular assignments to review sex toys, pick the ones they like and record their recommendations before coming together in class for a little “show and tell”. They show off their sex toys while telling stories about their favorite orgasmic moments. As they conduct online research to select their sex toys, they get so sexually excited they have a tendency to masturbate on the spot. They share these special moments with their friends in the form of audio recordings posted at comealot.net [pronounced come-a-lot dot net]. Most of their stories are about self pleasure and some include mutual masturbation, but some take it a step further by recounting graphic sex scenes from romantic escapades with sex partners too.

Nudist Resort Hookup [MF] [virgin]

Some background, I wrote this from a r/DirtyWritingPrompts prompt about a virgin at a nudist resort, its not really great, but it’s my first time writing so IDK.

As I pulled into the parking lot, I had second guesses about going here, I mean, what if someone from university saw me here? I get out of my car, and retrieve my bathroom bag from the trunk of my car. It’s funny how much of our luggage is clothes.

I walk in and walk up to the front desk, a quite beautiful girl is sitting behind it, clothed.

“Hello, welcome to *Au Naturale* do you have a reservation?”

“Yeah, it should be room 167 under Bisen.”

“Yep, here you are, here’s your room key, enjoy your stay.”

“Thanks.”

I walk away, and hurry to my room, a cheap one, but what can I say, college is expensive.

After I remove my clothing I look myself in the mirror, my brown hair looks nice in a pixie cut, and my tits don’t look half bad for a change.

I walk out, ready to soak up some rays.

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Student/Teacher Relations Part 2 [mF] [inc]

The class quietened down and students quickly shuffled to their seats as the sound of Ms Jessica Lee’s high heels approached from the corridor. She entered, and walked over to her desk with such natural grace that no suspicions were raised that she had a toy wedged firmly in her butt. I knew it was there, of course. I had inserted it myself this morning, and I knew my sister well enough to know that she couldn’t resist playing along.

As the class started opening their books and preparing for the lesson, I faked a bored expression on my face as I internally studied her movements. She seemed just as she would be on any other day, but I noticed a slight flush in her usually pale cheeks. She was wearing a long blue skirt and a yellow shirt today, with her hair tied up in that scholarly fashion. Realizing I was daydreaming for too long, I causally opened my books as well. “Jake,” she said to the boy next to me, “You can start by giving us the first answer.” As the class went on, I half expected her to ask me a question, but to my surprise she seemed more restrained than usual, She ignored me completely.

After the Gym Pt. 2 [mmm] [anal] [exh] [Msub] [cuck] [mast] [oral] [swing] [bi] [gay]

I think the answer must have literally spilled out of my mouth – or at least my body language properly reflected a resounding ‘yes.’

 

Jeremy was smiling now too, “Man,” he said, “awesome. Lemme just send Michael a text and tell him you’re coming over?”

“Uh,” my heart was already pounding, and my legs felt a bit numb from the work out, and I sort of sat down on one of the benches lining the outside of the showers, “yea man yea.”

“You good?” Jeremy asked, stepping into the locker room briefly to fetch his phone.

“Just excited,” I laughed, “and tired.”

 

He popped back into the room and sat down beside me on my right.

 

“I sent him a text, we’ll wait a bit and see if he replies,” Jeremy said, looking at my cock. I could see precum already drizzling out of it steadily. “You’re *really* excited.”

I laughed, “what gave it away?” I felt a bit short of breath and felt I couldn’t have stood even if I tried – my whole body was tense with anxious energy, but in a good way.

After the Gym Pt. 1 [mm] [bi] [gay]

Steam from the shower room always hit’s like a vapor. This late at night there’s rarely anyone at the gym so I don’t feel too awkward staying in and showering. The alternative is to freeze my ass off at a bus stop at -20 degrees Celsius only too stew in my own sweat on the 30 minutes bus ride home.

 

Had it been a busier night, like on the weekend, I’d have taken the journey. During the week however, to many people working square in the morning usually leave the gym by 10, and those left are those of us working afternoons or not working at all. I was the latter, hopping from casual position to casual position and trying desperately to ward off boredom by filling my off time with anything. These things included gaming, jerking off constantly, and going to the gym.

 

Now, I’m hardly what you’d call a ‘gym rat.’ My whole life I’ve been blessed with a fast metabolism and a low competitive drive, so I’d never really been one for self improvement. Standing at 6’4″ as an adult, I was fairly slim but didn’t have a lot of muscle to me. After my last break up and seeing the guy my ex girlfriend had ended up with, I decided I needed to do something to boost my self-image and confidence. Filling out my figure ought to be the thing, I thought.

Student/Teacher Relations part 1 [m][F]

The class quietened down and students quickly shuffled to their seats as the sound of Ms Jessica Lee’s high heels approached from the corridor. She entered, and paused in the doorway. Ms Lee was one of those teachers who (despite her petite size) commanded respect with few words, and the class silently began taking out their math textbooks. She crossed over to the chalkboard and began dusting off the old scribbles on its surface. I looked around and noticed Jake, my best friend eyeing her backside with a sly look in his eye.
“Dude, not cool” I said.
“oh shit sorry, can’t help myself.” He quickly replied as he looked away.
“How many times have I told you to stop perving on-”
“GEORGE!” I turned to the front to find most of the class looking at me, including Ms Lee, with a stern look on her face and her hands on her hips.
“I was just telling him-”
“Enough. Since yore so eager, perhaps you could tell us the answer to the first question of the homework.” I scowled and looked, down. I hadn’t completed yesterdays homework, as she very well knew.
“I.. don’t know”
“Why not?”
“I haven’t done it.”
“I haven’t done it?” she asked.
“I haven’t done it, Miss Lee.”
“Then perhaps you should leave the talking for those of us who are actually prepared to work. Sidney,” she added, looking to the back, “perhaps you can tell us?”

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Catholic Guilt [MF]

Church halls are always draughty, and they always have the same smell. That smell of disinfectant and elderly mops; the smell of hard work and communal graft. Also farts. Somebody always farts.

There’s a middle aged lady sat to my left. I don’t remember her name. She’s talking about how she used to get ploughed by the mailman. When that got boring she convinced him to bring his teenaged colleague along with him in the mornings and she’d satisfy them both before breakfast each day. I don’t want to speak tonight, but I know that I will. It’s important to my recovery. She’s droning on about how, before she came in, she was placing home delivery orders with six or seven different grocery stores, and buying paperclips on Amazon Prime so that she could fuck the delivery men. All day long, a steady stream of men coming to her house and screwing her senseless up against the wall in the hallway of her suburban McMansion where they could watch themselves in the full-length mirror. She says that by the end, just the sound of a delivery van would set her juices flowing. The moment a truck pulled up outside her house, her pussy would be drooling like one of Pavlov’s dogs.