I [F]ucked a [M]arried man while I was on the clock [F19M?]

Long time, no see GWS. I’ve been saving a few juicy stories for you all and figure that there is no better way to celebrate me leaving my hotel than to share my sexual escapades from my time there. First, I’ll share the last experience there because it was my personal favorite! Apologies in advance for any formatting issues, as I am on mobile.

This story takes place in March of this year. I was working second shift at my hotel on my favorite night of all: military night! While I was relieving my coworker, she talked about the fact that there were already a few military guests in house, but that they would need to book our shuttle for the next day. She mentioned that one of them was really cute and that I should keep my eye out for him. I silently thanked myself for wearing my slutty work skirt (a tight black pencil skirt short enough to show off the big rose tattoo I have on my thigh).

[mf][oral][teen][true] Slamming her Pussy Rear Entry, fast and deep

“I’m slamming her doggie-style fast and deep during the plateau, on the verge of cumming again, and she’s moaning from the 3-way stimulation: anal via my thumb in her rectum, vaginal with my cock in her pussy, and clitoral with my other hand jacking her moist clit hood…”

In the summer of 2015 I was a rising sophomore at a top-ranked college, Amherst. I was 19 and on the men’s varsity cross-country squad – thus I was in amazing shape – a long distance runner with tremendous endurance in my “lower unit” muscles: legs and gluts (butt) as well as cardiovascular. I was a biology major and planed to attend medical school.

For Alexandria was about 105 lbs. and long dirty blond hair with green eyes — of Scandinavian descent. Alexandria was slender, about 5’6″ and ran cross-country for her high school. Alexandria had very small “bee sting” type breasts and never wore a bra – her nipples announcing themselves by poking through her shirt fabric – I found her very attractive due to her purity (no fake tits) and her lack of makeup and bra – the sexiness of a youth having just completed puberty was thrillingly attractive – a ripeness.

The Seduction plan 2 – Opening up [MFM]

[Part 1](https://redd.it/6h5had)

Now, Sachin had the liberty to touch her bare hips and we were excited about the next plan of action. Many times after that day, the two had gone out together and he touched her navel. This was to primarily get her used to it. Few weeks later, the next plan was charted out. This would involve both Sachin and me in the same theater on a weekday afternoon. I asked her to wear a crop top and skirt this time and she did. The portion under her belly button to her waist was exposed. We got off a bus and while walking about a kilometer’s distance to the theater, we stood on either sides of her and wrapped one arm around her, holding her by her exposed hips. She was blushing and tagged along. We invited quite a few looks from passers by and the thrill was building.

College Sex Diaries #1: “opening her vaginal lips” [MF][virgin][teen sex]

The following is a **TRUE STORY** about an amazing college fling I had a few years ago — I recently helped a lovely young woman, Electra, discover her sexual maturity: i.e., lose her virginity. Her Father was a professor of classics at a midwestern university — hence her unusual name. The exact locations have been disguised — otherwise everything described herein is true and correct and happened the summer of 2015 in western Massachusetts.

ELECTRA AT AMHERST

I think the term, “losing one’s virginity” is a bit old fashioned and has negative connotations of very traditional gender roles. It implies the male “taking” the female — that’s no what happened in this story at all. Rather the young woman at the center of this story selected me as the person to help her discovery her maturity — to be her first sexual partner and to teach her about sexual intercourse via direct encounters. In the summer of 2015 I was a rising sophomore at a prestigious college, Amherst. I was 19 and on the men’s varsity cross-country squad – thus I was in amazing shape – a long distance runner with tremendous endurance in my “lower unit” muscles: legs and gluts (butt) as well as cardiovascular. I was a biology major and planed to attend medical school.

My strange sex life with a stranger [MF]

Right after college I lived in the city in a downtown apartment. Tall building, huge windows, . At that point in my life I was ultra career focused and single. I was in a new city, so when I started living there I didn’t have a lot of friends to go out with at the time.

I was at the top of the building – the tenth floor. My apartment’s windows were only on one side facing an alleyway and an adjoining apartment. I first noticed my neighbor across the way because she rarely closed her blinds. Her windows spanned across much of her apartment: her living room, her bedroom, and an opaque glass window that only let shadows through that I can only assume was her bathroom. My apartment took up about half of the building width wise and she was on the top floor of her building (I think it must have been about 7 or 8 stories high). Given the staggered blueprint of our two apartments, I was probably the only one who had a clear view into her windows when I looked down.

[MM][Republicans] The Running Mate

**Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.**

This story takes place in a 100% fictional world.

Ronald Grump looked longingly into Spike Mense’s eyes from below as he begged on his knees for Mense to accept the VP job. He knew there was a very slim chance Mense would agree but he had to try all the same. He needed Mense’s respectably uptight demeanor to balance his campaign, and spending so many nights in close proximity to the big P, and Mense, was an added bonus. He needed it so bad he would do anything, and Mense saw the need in his eyes.
Mense grabbed Ronald’s toupee to take charge of the situation but not even milliseconds later Mense was surprised to find Ronald’s head moving towards his bulging pants without Mense’s assistance. This was something he wasn’t used to. He always had to force people to blow him so this eagerness was a welcome surprise. Ronald appeared eager to get his zipper undone and see what he would be playing with. Once his hands maneuvered his pants open Mense could see Ronald’s excitement plain as day.

[Group] [kink] An audience watched as two men, a women and I spanked and touched my wife

“Always a pleasure to share my wife’s pussy with a fellow Yorkshireman”, I said, giving the tall, man to my right a friendly pat on the shoulder. These, it is fair to say, were not words I ever expected to utter.

To rewind a little, my wife Layla and I were at a leading London fetish club that we go to a few times per year. Over that time we’ve inched our way towards the more playful state we find ourselves in today. We’ve learnt several things during this time; Layla likes to show off her gorgeous body; I get a big thrill from others appreciating her body; neither of us are jealous of each other casually touching or having oral sex with members of the opposite sex if we are present.

On the night in question, earlier this year, we’d arrived at the club later than expected. We changed into our outfits; Layla emerged form the changing room looking stunning in a black and blue basque, suspenders and stockings. I was flooded with a sense of good fortune to be seen alongside her in such a sexy outfit. To have found such a special soul is amazing. To have found a soul mate who is also so damn fucking sexy… Sorry, I digress. I wore a gold braided Royal Marines jacket, peaked cap and vinyl trousers.

[FM] We fuck in vivid hypercolour

The sunset burns peach through the horizon smog. It gives way to oceanic blue, then black with the love spot of Venus.

We run. Lean, hot bodies. He pushes me against the wall when we are home. Spare change and keys make gamelan as the fall from the side table. His hand moves to my mound as his tongue enters my mouth. I shudder, shrink, smile, feel small beside him. I part my legs. He rubs me through a layer of Lycra and a layer of black cotton. I keep one hand on his chest, like I am keeping away, like I want him to be gentle. Yeah right.

My free hand goes to his shorts. He is hard. He is thick. I can’t get over it. Three years and still every time I touch him I gasp like I’ve been told bad news. He is bad news. He is good news. My eyes flash catlike in the weight of the purple dusk. It’s like the bottom of the sea it’s so humid. He is the anglerfish and I always go straight for the lure.* I take his shaft, stroke it. He puts his hand in my panties. His fingers sink into my bush, spread my lips. Ok. Volume volume turn up the volume.

The Apple Orchard [MF]

So this is a true story, but it is written from a third person perspective. Hopefully that is still ok for this sub.

The Orchard

The warm air was a few weeks away from being seasonal, but the two young lovers in the car didn’t mind one bit. It was one of those warm spring nights that spoke of an amazing summer arriving early. The perfect night to drive around their small city aimlessly, enjoying each others company. There was no need for small talk to fill the night air. Just the music on the radio, and that comfortable familiarity that only two people in love can share.

Dean was driving, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on his leg. Jen was hanging one arm out the window, moving a hand up and down to ride the air currents flowing by the window. They had all the time in the world, and nowhere to go. Dean lived an hour away, and Jen’s house was always chaotic and filled with people. Hardly a place for privacy or relaxation. So they decided to see a movie, have some food, and take one of their many random road trips to nowhere in particular.

Giving the artsy girl her first facial [MF] [blowjob]

Hello again Reddit. Comin at you with another story from my grad school days. This one involves an artsy undergrad named Emily.

I originally met Emily at a popular bar in our college town. We spent a good portion of the night talking and hit it off. My best guess would put her at 5’9” and around 150 lbs. She had dark brown hair, brown/green eyes, and a smattering of light freckles on a very cute, round face. She had small-ish B-cup tits but a very big, round ass. Emily was very big into photography and had an indie/artsy vibe to her.

Emily and I hung out a couple times after our first meeting at the bar. We went to dinner once and then stayed in for a movie night on another occasion. During both hangouts, the only thing we did on the sexual front was make out and some light petting.

The subject of this story comes on our third hangout. It was a Tuesday and Emily let slip that it was her birthday. She said that she had no plans for the night so I offered to take her out on the town to celebrate. I swung by her apartment and picked her up that evening. She walked down to my car in a casual black dress with black leggings underneath. The outfit sounds a little strange when typed out but it worked.