The Product Tester – Part III [MF]

Lindsay leaned against the latched stall door and breathed deeply. She tried not to think about what had just happened. The shame — she should just leave the office and drive home so she wouldn’t have to face any of her co-workers. No, that won’t work — her purse and car keys were still up there in her office.

Facing her co-workers after this would be hard, but running away would be even worse. “I can handle this,” she told herself. She flushed the toilet, unlocked the stall, and spent some time washing her hands and looking at herself in the mirror.

Her lipstick was smudged; she tidied it up with a damp paper towel. Her hair was mussed — he must have grabbed her head as he began to climax. She smoothed her hair back into place with her dampened hands. She checked her blouse, her jacket, and her her skirt, and straightened them out.

She was sweating. She could feel the dampness under her arms, between her breasts, on the back of her neck. A few more deep breaths to calm herself, then she left the restroom and took one step after another, back to the elevator.

[F/M] my first random blowjob experience.

This story was originally posted in randomactsofblowjob with the location as shittiest bar in town. It was removed, understandably, for not listing the specific location. I want to keep the location a mystery so that if I choose to do it again, I'm not anticipated as "the blowjob queen from X", and to inspire hope and imagination in the guys who read that subbreddit, that some day there may be a girl in your small town USA, who wants to give a random blow job to a stranger.

Here is my RAOBJ success story. I'm using a new account to post this, and because I want to do this again, I'm not specifically identifying the location. I'm pretty sure I'm the only girl that's ever posted from my area. I've also deleted my original post (sorry, I hadn't read the success story rules when I did this).

I don't know what made me decide that a random act of blow job might be a lot of fun…but I'm really glad I gave it a shot. Pushing my comfort zone to do something naughty and spontaneous, resulted in an incredibly hot encounter. 10/10 would do it again. I've always enjoyed sucking cock and know that I'm really good at it. But ive never done it with a random guy. This is my story of how it "went down."

My first older woman (M/F)

First let me apologise for an grammar mistakes, writing isn't my strong point. Anyway last night was my cousins 18th birthday which, here in the UK, means a night out partying. So a few drinks and shots later we are all on the dance floor where an attractive older woman (late thirties/ early forties, with dark hair and pale white skin) comes over and starts dancing with me. A few more drinks later she then turns me around and starts grinding against my ass, it starts getting later and she invites me back to hers. Obviously i accept. Back at hers we get closer and she kisses me and leads me to the bedroom, kissing and stripping each other (she had an amazingly curvy body), she pushed me down onto the bed and took my dick into her mouth (i was pretty much rock hard at this point) after a few minutes of her blowing me she got up and kissed me again before reaching for her bedside draws and pulling out a strap-on dildo (it had to have been at least 9 inches), putting it on she turned to me and said it was my turn. I got off the bed and crawled towards her, I kissed the tip and started to suck it, i tried to fit it all in my mouth but it was a bit too big. Eventually she told me to get back on the bed on all fours, i did. I looked back and saw her lubing up her dildo and felt her lubing my ass before she rubbed her rubber cock against my hole, i held my breath as she slowly pushed it inside of me. Lucky i have had anal before (im bisexual) or it would have hurt a lot more than it did, it was still the biggest thing ive ever had in me. She slowly pushed it about halfway in and pulled it back out before sliding it back in further and pulling back out. She did that until all of it was inside me and then she held it there, she spanked my ass and carried on fucking me slowly. I was moaning and gasping with every stroke, pre-cum was dripping out of my rock hard throbbing cock, she pulled out of me and flipped me over shoving her big dildo back into me. I started to wank fast needing to cum but she put her hand over mine and slowed me down whispering to do it slowly. In this position i could she her beautiful boobs bouncing with every thrust, they sent me over the edge and i told her i was about to cum. I could feel her fucking me harder as i shot one of the biggest loads of my life over my chest and chin. She licked my chin clean and then scooped some off my chest with her finger and put it in my mouth, we kissed as we cleaned up my mess. She took off her strap on and we fell asleep naked with her as the big spoon and me with my ass pressed against her.

[M]y physics teacher makes me [f]ucking wet.

I recently graduated from high school. If you're wondering about the whole 18+ thing, don't worry – I was held back a couple years because I had a health condition so I started first grade when I was around eight, so I'm around 19 now. Pretty sad when you're older than most of your classmates, but hey, at least I survived my disease, yeah?

Now, for about as long as I can remember I've been a good student. I get good grades, I help out, I volunteer, you know, the usual shit. Apparently I'm kind of okay looking too–5'5, Eurasian, glasses. My best subject was always math – and if anyone mentions something about me being good at math because I'm Asian, I swear to god I might just die.

Anyway, I found out we'd be having physics some time in summer. Of course I was really excited. It was science and math together, and it wasn't just occasional uses of math like in stoichiometry. It was real, genuine math with trigonometric functions and scientific calculators and I am so sorry but I'm nerding out.

Giving myself to Danny (M/F)

A while back I posted a couple of times about my first date with Danny, the time my sister visited with Danny and me, and once about hooking up with Danny after he had been married for about five years (we were lovers for many years, until I also married). I was asked for the details about losing my virginity to Danny, and I pointed out that it was pretty vanilla sex. I was then told that vanilla could still be pretty hot, so why not let the reader decide? So, this is an account of the weekend where Danny and I finally got down to business. Readers of my sister's visit will know that I had changed my mind about being a virgin on my wedding day, and when my annual checkup came around a few weeks before this trip, I asked my doctor for oral contraceptives, which she was happy to prescribe. This was to be my big surprise for Danny.

The Product Tester – Part I [MF]*

The ad in the back of the local weekly paper said only "Volunteers needed for product testing." There was a website address at the bottom of the ad, so Lindsay thought "why not?" and typed the address into her smartphone.

At 34 years of age, happily married with two children and a good but not great career in HR, Lindsay was, even so, bored with her life. As a teen, she'd been popular with the "goody goody" crowd, hanging out at church youth events and thinking about which boys she'd be willing to go "almost" all the way with.

The boys were pretty interested in her, too — still interested for that matter. Her good-girl-next-door looks and a cute, curvy figure were darn near as fresh at 34 as they were at 18, even after two children. She took care of herself, unlike some of her friends who just let themselves go after the first baby.

With the kids in bed, and her husband Bobby watching sports on TV, Lindsay looked at the website trying to figure out what kind of products they were offering. The design was a little bit hip, a little bit girly, with pastel colors and stock photos of flowers and sunshine. "Aha," she thought, "there's the link to find out what this is all about."

[M]assage [f]or her

My hands are warm as I rub the massage oil into your skin. The tension drains from you as I slowly knead my fingers into your shoulders and neck. I work my way down your body, my hands gliding smoothly over your back. The pressure of my hands presses you gently into the bed as I massage your back. My thumbs dig into your muscles, stretching and loosening the tension and stress. The steady rhythm of my hands is soothing and you take long slow breaths as you relax.

My hands move lower, spreading the massage oil over your ass. My hands gently slide over you, spreading the warmth of the oil. Your breath catches in your throat as my thumbs press into your buttocks, reaching knots you didn't know were there. The pressure is uncomfortable at first, but slowly gives way to pleasure as the knots slowly release.

I work my way down your your body, my palms on the outside of your thighs. You can feel my thumbs along the back of your thighs, as I rub between your hips and knees. Long, slow strokes along your thigh, back and forth to help you relax. I do the same for your calves, pressing just hard enough to ease the muscles.

/u/highavailability is mine all weekend. A narrative of our first day together, complete with pictures, ass play, and so.much.fucking.

It had been less than two weeks since /u/highavailability and I were together, but it already felt like too fucking long, so I had been obsessively tracking his flight into my city all morning. I work an early shift and couldn’t leave until midday on Friday, so he was going to take a cab and meet me at work. Unlike our previous rendezvous, which was spontaneous, I had some time to prepare for this one. When we’re meeting at my place of work, there’s always the struggle to be ultraprofessional yet still ultrafuckable. I think I pulled it off.

(M)y night out for a (f)riend’s bday

Some of the turns of phrase/things I said make me cringe to re-read, but what can you do? At least I'm verbose while inebriated. Not much setup but skip to bold for the licky-fucky.

Recently I went out in a strange city for my buddy's girlfriend's birthday. We all had a great time and a pretty girl like her meant a lot of shots purchased by other random dudes. The only perk to this meant the bartender spent a lot of time at our table. Pretty brunette, about 5'6", tight ass in tighter jeans and a tank top low enough to show ample cleavage (pushed up, of course).

Now, I'm not going to tell you that she swooned over me, because I'm barely better than average looking and there were lots of dudes in the bar that night, but I was the only one who approached her, tipped well, and at the end of the night said "We're going to another bar. If you're up to chill afterwards, text me." and left my number. I wasn't expecting much because that's kind of a weak approach, but you can only work with what you're given, and my friends wanted to leave.

Guys imagine girls’ sleepovers including pillow fights, but ours were way better than that [f/f]

In high school I had been a bit of a goody-two-shoes. Always had my head in books, didn't have much interest in partying, definitely didn't explore my sexuality (with the exception of studying abroad in Europe during the summers, but those are stories for another time!). It wasn't until I was about 19 or 20 that I started dipping my toe in the water.

The summer after sophomore year I decided to take the summer off of studying, internships, etc. The choice was made in part because I was well overdue to let loose and enjoy college life, but also because I had a new friend in my life. She acted as wild as I always felt inside. We would go out together 5 nights a week, and made great wingwomen for one another. My college dorm was 8 blocks away from her apartment off campus downtown Chicago. Most nights, we crashed in her tiny apartment. When I say tiny, I mean smaller than most hotel rooms. It was a "quaint" 400 square foot studio. Her full-size bed occupied the majority of the living area. Luckily her linens were so soft and silky we didn't mind using it as a makeshift couch as well. We spent many hot summer nights and days in it, hungover and laughing and sharing details about the previous night. Who we flirted with, who we traded numbers with, and many relevant liaisons of varying degrees.