I signed up with a third-party website to be a cam model. It works like this: you have a webcam. Guys go to the website, pick you out of a lineup, and instant message with you a little bit. When they decide they want to fork over $3 a minute, they click the "Pay Now" button and take you to a private chat room, where you can do whatever you want. I got half of the money for each minute, and grew quite adept at stripping slowly. The guys mostly just wanted straightforward tits and ass; I learned how to pull my pussy lips open, how to use camera tricks so it looked like I was really having fun. As porn work goes, it was incredibly low maintenance. I didn't have to shave my legs or wear high heels, or even put on lipstick; I didn't have to actually touch or talk to any of the guys who were watching me take my clothes off. I spoke into a microphone and never heard their voices. Sometimes I got strange requests: put a can of hairspray in your pussy. Let me hypnotize you. One guy wanted me to pee in a cup and pour it on my chest. I said no to anything I didn't want to do. Jason walked back and forth through the house as I worked on the living-room sofa. I'd wave at him over the top of the camera, while showing close-ups of my ass cheeks to some unseen guy jerking it in his darkened office. It was a steady paycheck, and these gullible souls all believed I was twenty-two years old and my name was Samantha.
First experience
My boyfriend and I were sitting in the car outside of a local adult shop. We had heard that this adult shop in particular had booths inside (there's holes either side of the booth so someone can go in the booth next to you, put their cock in the hole and get it sucked, etc). Being the first time either of us had done anything like this, we were nervous but excited. We built up the courage to go inside, browsed the store for a little while before slowly making our way towards the booths. As we neared the booths, another guy had entered the store and was 'browsing' DVDs. We built up the courage to enter the booths, and we were followed in by that guy who was outside browsing. Being overwhelmed with everything, we left and headed back to the car.
First blowjob from some aggressive older girls during summer school [FMF]
I was 14 and a late bloomer, barely five feet and skinny as a fire pole. A few sprigs of pubic hair were a very recent addition to my southern hemisphere. The only time I’d ever touched a girl was during an awkward slow dance the year before. I mustered all my courage and asked Katie Lucien to dance to a Boyz II Men song. I think it was “I’ll Make Love To You.” This wasn’t intentional, I can assure you. It was one of those panicky spur of the moment decisions that I forced myself to make sometimes. All I can remember are my sweaty palms and being grateful for the half foot of air between our bodies, which safely hid my rock hard erection from her. After the dance was over, I watched her embarrassed face turn towards her friends laughing off to the side. She quickly scampered away without so much as a goodbye or a see you later. Welcome to the 8th grade in 1997.
Older women make good lovers
So I was 29 working for a phone company, unhappily married and very frustrated. I loved my job, hated most everything else about my life. Many women and even college girls were flirty when I would be there working. I figured no big deal, just playful fun. Then I met Joan. I found out later she was 38. She looked mid twenties. I had been to her house a few months earlier when she and her hubby were moving in. I did some work for them. He seemed like a total A-hole. She was quiet but very attractive even in her "moving clothes". So here I was back there to add a phone line in her home office. Daddy man was no where to be seen and when I had rang the doorbell I was very stunned to see what she was wearing. Tight spandex mid thigh workout pants and a sports bra. Hair pulled back but not tight, just sort of loose and sexy. This time she was very pleasant (I figured due to the old grouch not being there) and soon we were chatting and laughing. I asked her what she did, she told me she was a writer. I asked of what? She said lots of things and just smiled. I told her I was a writer too sort of playfully and she totally bit on it. "Oh Really?!" Of what….?" She was sitting at her desk in front of her computer and I walked over and told her to step aside. She laughed and seemed very intrigued… I brought up a fresh Word doc page and started to type up a naughty limerick that included things about her and her house so she would know it was totally spontaneous… She read as I typed and she was laughing hysterically. But she was also right beside me, standing just inches away and I could smell her. She was so fresh, like she just stepped out of the shower and her scent had my head spinning. At one point she slapped my shoulder as I typed and I stood straight up and looked at her very aggressively. She froze… you could see the look of uncertain fear in her eyes.. I waited just long enough to let her sweat and them burst into laughter. Relief flushed over her face and she hit me again. But now her nipples were making an appearance through her tight top. Having made my point I pulled the chair out for her and told her to try to top me while I got to work. She accepted the playful challenge and I was frankly starting to get the idea, she might want more than just playful flirting. I went and got some stuff from my truck and when I got back she was typing and smiling like she just got caught thinking bad things. I insisted she let me read it and she resisted but relented, acting as if she was doing me some sort of huge favor. What I read was shocking! It was a story about an interlude that started when a woman was caught peeking out her window watching the landscaper work in the hot sun with no shirt on… She was not far enough along for it to be really hot but it was headed there. So I was like "well I see what you think about all day when you are all alone! Next you are going to tell me you have a landscaper do your lawn!?" She didn't deny it and I knew I was onto something. So I was like "So Joan?, What do you do when you watch your guy working?>>>" She tried to deny the story was about her but there was no question she was leading me into her private thought life. So I came right out and asked her what she would do if he came right up to the door and asked for a glass of water… she laughed and said "probably get a divorce"… And I was like, "well honestly, the thought of a one time encounter with a totally hot total stranger is pretty damn erotic"
My submissive relationship
So some people may remember my old accounts sls003 or xoxo004. I've had a few over the last year. For people that remember me I've been involved in a sub/Dom relationship for several years with my stepdad. I know it sounds weird that it's my stepdad and some people say it's incest but we are not related to each other so it's not. I like how he treats me and what he does to me sexually. hes spent most of the summer training me which has gotten really intense at times. A lot of his training involves me stretching my pussy which is not my favorite but I've made a lot of progress since the beginning of the summer. I'm happy to talk about my relationship with anyone but if you have mean things to say then please don't talk to me.
How I ended up [F]ucking [M]y roommate again…
So first off, I want to thank everyone for the kind response, y’all really blew me away, and it made writing this next part much easier! If you haven’t read Part 1, that will fill you in on all the backstory, as this part picks up first thing the next morning after the events of that part:
Saturday morning rolls around, and I still can’t believe what just happened. But after pinching myself a few times, I decided that my roommate is actually laying in bed next to me naked, and that this is real. She’s still fast asleep, so I decided to head out for a few miles run, with the idea of coming back showering the sweat and sex off of me- before trying to have a go at it again this morning. I get back, dry off from the shower, and hop back in bed with her. She’s been woken up by me coming in going a bit, but seemed content to lay in bed for a bit longer. We talk a little bit about what happened, how we both enjoyed it, but then I try to move from just kissing to making out and getting a little handsy, and she shuts that right down. I’m thinking to myself, fuck, maybe I was too forward, but it turns out that she just thinks she has terrible morning breath so doesn’t like to have sex in the morning ¯_(ツ)_/¯ Also, she’s supposed to meet our friend Lila before we all go out for the afternoon (the one that I had dated a bit) for a bike ride down to this old farmer’s market for lunch, and she doesn’t have time to fool around if she’s going to get a shower before hand. I suggest why not both at the same time?
Trust Me [MF MM]
PREFACE: For the sake of realism, and to enhance your reading experience, you should know that my wife and I have already done most, if not all of these things before. Just not all in one session. The following is a fantasy that's been driving me wild for a little while now. It starts off relaxing and romantic, and descends into deeply kinky sex.
Her shoulders were tired and her lower back was throbbing. She loved her job running a greenhouse, but by Friday afternoons she was always exhausted. Today was no exception and she was in dire need of a cold beer and a comfy couch.
Opening their front door, she was hit with a welcome blast of air conditioning, sending a shiver up her spine and raising goose bumps on her arms. Their two dogs came bounding through the kitchen, crashing into her legs with sheer excitement. She was pleasantly surprised – why weren't they in the backyard?
She looked up to see her husband standing in the kitchen with a mischievous grin.
"Well, hey! Why are you home so early?" she asked.
"Come with me…" he said, offering his hand and sidestepping her question.
[M]y recent Craigslist hookup with a Submissive [F] wanting to explore her kinky side
She was average to good-looking, white, well-dressed and rather stylish, young-looking for her age, capable of intelligent conversation. She said she was 40ish, and looking to explore her submissive side. Her boyfriend wasn't into that kind of thing, and he had agreed to let her play with another guy…suggested it, even. She'd answered my ad which offered a safe and friendly introduction to Dom/Sub play, and things flowed smoothly. I enjoy helping a woman explore her sexuality, especially when it involves submitting to me.
She showed up to the hourly-rate motel between our locations right on time in her cute new-looking car. She walked in, and, as I'd told her I would, I greeted her at the door, shook her hand, and then pulled her in for a deep kiss, which turned into extended making out and me groping her. She'd told me she had only kissed a handful of guys in her life, and 2 in the last 15 years (ex-husband and boyfriend), so she wasn't sure how good a kisser she was. Turns out she was good. My hands sought out her sizable breasts over her colorful blouse and squeezed them hard. She mentioned she wanted them to be played with roughly, and that light pain was a huge turn-on, though she'd never really had that turn-on explored to her satisfaction. She moaned into my mouth in her breathy, high-pitched voice. It was a young voice, not quite "little girl," but definitely not especially mature. She sounded submissive, if a voice could do so on its own.
The sex student – part 22
Part 22 Sorry I haven't posted sooner, this vacation has gotten a bit crazy (but awesome fun)… anyways…
Part 22
When I woke up it was just before 2 in the afternoon. I felt surprisingly relaxed and rested. I wandered over to the ensuite and looked myself over in the mirror. I found my kitty was pink and a bit swollen but not sore, though it was definitely puffy and a bit rubbery feeling in places from all the attention it had gotten. I put a finger into myself just in case, but not only was i not sore it felt good. Since Lady Janet was no where to be seen so I used the washroom then went to find her. The house felt strangely quiet and cold, wandering around nude made it feel a bit spooky.
Lady Janet was in the great room, nude as i was, dusting. She noticed me right away…
"Good you're awake, we've got about 2 hours before the guests start to show up, and I'll need an hour to get us properly ready. For now go take a bath, not a shower a bath, when I'm done I'll come find you."
Helping a Younger Man
Atlanta – December 2015
One week before Christmas. I had planned on being home for the Holidays by now, baking and putting the final decorating touches around the house. Most of my family had already arrived at my home, relaxing and enjoying themselves. But business had kept me longer than anticipated.
While walking the final four blocks to the Omni in downtown Atlanta, even with my overcoat on I was drenched from the rain. Approaching the hotel, a young man was sitting near the doorway. I opened my purse and pulled out a bill to hand him, knowing that all of us need a helping hand at sometime. Instead of taking the bill, he waved it away, asking if it would be possible to use my cell phone. Hesitating to hand my phone over, I asked if I could dial the number for him. I dialed the number he gave me, and as I handed the phone to him it was obvious that he was not someone who had spent long "on the streets". His hands were soft, and his young face was innocent.
I could hear someone answer the phone.