He made me squirt the first night we hooked up, and it was my first time squirting. We had ditched the moving I’m in his lap kissing him in the living room when we went into his. He picked me up and set me down in his chair undressing me seductively. Kissing my thighs up to my breasts. I told him not to lick me because I had never had it before and was nervous but he wanted me bad. It felt amazing when the tip of his tongue hit my clit and his first finger penetrated my hole. I think his entire apartment knew what was happening in that grey chair that was about to become black. He was on his knees coaxing me closer and closer to cumming when I grabbed his hair and shoulder pulling him into me deeper, I felt my face getting red and my muscles tightening when I squirted all over his face. I was so fucking embarrassed but he was so turned on. He told me months later that his cock was pressing into the chair some and he came from watching me cum so hard
My “Frat” house [M][Gay]
Hey everyone, this is a story about my “Fraternity” house. I call it Frat because it is similar to that but it is pretty much a big group of friends living together. There are 13 of us in this fraternity group divided into 3 frat houses. We are a very chill group of dudes who are the same age and share enjoyment in many things.
In my frat house, there are 4 of us. Me, Jacob, Jay and Fred.
Descriptions of everyone:
I am a bisexual dude, 5’10, slim with basic muscle definition. I don’t go to gym but I do running. I am interested in girls more than guys like 70/30. I’ve had multiple girlfriends before no boyfriend but have hooked up. Have a nice brown bubble ass and a 6.7 inch cock that has decent girth at 5.1 inches.
Jacob is a “straight” dude, who is the tallest out of us all at 6’4 and goes to the gym 5x a week with Jay. His build is muscular and he also plays Football too so he is athletic. His cock is 7.3 inches and is very girthy at 6 inches. He recently broke up with a girl around a week prior to this incident.
The Jack It Game – Prologue – Sex With Jack [F41] [Dream] [Masturbation]
In retrospect, something deep inside me knew that something was coming.Some major change to my very being. The whole thing started with a dream, but the funny thing was, I could never remember the details of the dream. Four hundred years ago, I would have blamed an incubus.Demons. Witches. A curse. I would have gone to confession, at the very least.
But this was the new roaring twenties. Instead, I blamed the edibles.
I don’t normally take edibles because most forms of marijuana (including edibles) give me panic attacks. Sometimes, when my thoughts are too loud, I will partake of a tiny, minuscule amount of indica in order to smother them into silence. That night, I had a bite of an edible that my best friend, Dee, gave me.
It was a mistake, of course, as I should know that edibles and me always are. My heart began to pound. The nighttime sounds of the suburban neighborhood where I lived – summer bugs, the occasional car, a dog here and there barking at suburban threats – became a combination of too far and too close. The worst and most pervasive effect: imposter syndrome. I began to think about all the ways in which I did not even marginally measure up to the standard of a typical American woman in her early forties.
Caught my neighbour spying so I started giving him something to watch. Now I’ve gone even further! (29f) [MF]
Almost a year ago I posted this:
I’ve been on a rollercoaster of a slutty adventure this last year. I ditched my longterm boyfriend at the end of 2020 and decided to basically have as much fun as I could this year to make up for lost time. And I’m having the best fucking year of my life!
And I’ve now discovered I’m not the only one enjoying it!
Thanks mostly to tinder I’ve managed to cram in a lot of hookups over quite a short time. And since I live close to the city centre we usually end up back at my place for the fun.
And someone has noticed!
Across the street lives the sweetest old couple who regularly call round with cakes they’ve made or for a chat about other shitty neighbours. But two months ago their eighteen year old grandson moved in with them temporarily while he does some work in the city because he can’t afford a place of his own. The room they’ve given him overlooks the street and is directly opposite my room.
And he’s a total pervert.
[M]y hotwife has a favourite location to fuck in our house and it’s the gym…
Over the years my wife has fucked men in all locations of the house. If it’s able to be fucked on she’s done it, but she has a real fondness for fucking in her home gym. She can’t explain why but it’s always been her favourite area to to have fun.
Maybe it’s the leather of the workout equipment or the harshness of the artificial turf, all I know is she has been naked in the room nearly more then our bedroom. Plus guys she brings home seem to love it aswell. More then once I’ve found her doing a naked workout with a guy just watching her…
Let me know if you have the same idea as her.
I Became A Girl! But At What Cost?! [Part 2] [M-F 20’s] [Rape] [Gender Bender]
[Features: Gender bender, male to female, rape, blowjob, sex, unwanted pleasure.]
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/WarixViviana/comments/x49tn1/i_became_a_girl_but_at_what_cost_part_1/)
Ughhh. I felt like I had been run over by a train. Parts of me I didn’t know I *had* felt sore. Wait, parts of me I definitely *didn’t* have were sore. I tried to sit up rapidly and take everything in and that was a mistake as I just crashed back down onto my bed, groaning. I had to think things through and take it slowly.
Last night’s events reappeared in my mind and my breath caught. Transgender, demon, woman. I didn’t know which part of that, of any that, I should address first. A small part of me, the part that desperately wanted to focus on anything else, thought about how ludicrous it was in movies. People would experience something crazy and then think it was a dream. Trying to reimagine my terror and adrenaline as a dream would be impossible.
I was feeling less groggy and what I was feeling instead caused my jaw to drop. I slowly sat up, my *long* hair falling over my shoulders. I looked down and saw *boobs.* I gulped. I just stared, until with a hand, a hand that looked smaller than what I remembered, I poked one of them, and felt a jolt through my body. I *felt* that.
I Became A Girl! But At What Cost?! [Part 1] [M-F 20’s] [Rape] [Gender Bender]
[Story features: Transgender, Gender bender, demon, rape, No sexual content in part 1. Had to separate into two parts due to length, link to part 2 at the bottom.]
Today was a good day so far. It was around noon and me and Mike hadn’t had to do anything really difficult today. I was idly making sure all of the needles and equipment were in the right place and sanitized. I had no idea what Mike was up to but probably working on a piece of art for a customer later in the day or week if I had to guess.
“Hey Garett, come over here for a second.”
Mike was calling me. We didn’t have a customer and it had been a pretty slow day, so I could already feel part of my stomach tightening up. I really hoped we weren’t going to have that talk again.
“We’re gonna have that talk again.”
“Come on Mike!”
“Garett, your apprenticeship is almost over and I’ll hire you on full time, you know that. You’ve got the skills. But a tattoo artist without any tattoos is suspicious as hell. It’ll be hard to deal with that. Customers will leave, people will get more pissed at you, etc etc.”
[MF] A night in the lake
Staying in a beach house for a week had been something I was looking forward to the entire summer. The mid-August heat made somewhat bearable by the breeze coming off the lake, I found myself down by the water more times than I could count over those 6 days.
The last day of the vacation was spent similarly to the others, vying for space on the often over crowded beach. For a small town, there sure were a lot of people.
As the other groups thinned out, mine began popping out the drinks and savouring every minute as the sun crept below the horizon. The evening was much more temperate and we were perfectly comfortable staying to enjoy it.
The hours flew by as we continued reminiscing over the last several days, polishing off everything we had brought with us. By now the sun had been down for a couple hours and night truly was upon us.
[FM] Daily fuckdoll instead of work 19F-55M.
So I’ve been working at a pub for a couple years now and gotten closer with the owner, he’s the dad of a friend from school so always known him.
Thing is I’m naturally quite workshy and horrendously lazy. Something heavy needs lifting, I’m serving sorry, smelly customer walks in, sorry I was counting how many ice cubes were left in the machine. Very busy OR very slow period, sorry I’ve just popped out to suck and fuck the owner.
Yes I’m that girl. With a high libido and a bit of an oral fixation I’d much rather be under the desk sucking the owner’s (55m) cock while he watches the cctv. I get a special kick riding him in his chair reverse cowgirl while watching my coworkers stressing their assess off during the busy periods while I’m in bliss with 7 inches in me. The best past is the busy periods get loud so I can moan and squeal all I want. I love feeling him tense up, it gets harder if that makes sense, and sends jolts through me when he keeps me quiet with a hand round my throat, muffling me while I cum.
The answer is always “yes” , light cnc/ masterbation
I just wanted to go for a drink by myself, get dressed up for myself, and maybe catch a few stares and glances, just by myself.
All week I had been traveling, going from one office to the next, training these corporate “Mad Men” type on how to properly approach sensitive subjects and god forbid any one of these men actually listen to me, but it was my job. “When talking with a female coworker, don’t stare at her boobs”, or ” If you find yourself in a situation where you are attracted to someone you work with, don’t text them pictures of your cock” – that one usually got a few guilty looks. I mean, I would be lying if I said I didn’t find any of these alpha type males pretty sexy, kn fact sometimes I would purposely not wear a bra and make sure the training room was extra cold, but my career is very important to me and if I crossed that line, I would be fired.
So, here I was in another corporate office and that’s when I notice him. He wasn’t in the training, so that means he wasn’t an executive, but I could tell people respected him. I first noticed him in the elevator, I was rushing to get to the opening, as this building was over 15 floors, and he held it open for me as I fumbled in. I know, I know the elevator tale as old as time, but not exactly how it’s supposed to go. I was in my normal skirt and blouse and as I stepped in, my heel got caught on a crack and I fell in. Actually falling right into the elevator , and somehow with very little luck my shoe didnt break. After I recover from my embarrassing failure, I regained my composure and chose the 14th floor. He didn’t even register I was in the elevator with him, didn’t ask if I was O.K or needed help, and rolling my eyes I thought “arrogant ass”, but turned out, he was going to the same floor.
We exit the elevator, I go left and he goes right. Nothing said and no eye contact, and we went our own ways, or so I thought.
After a very long day of trying to help a misogynist man for about 8 hours, I was finally back at my hotel. I unzip my skirt, take off my blouse and bra (decided to be naughty and go commando all day) and I get in the shower. The one good thing about work travel are the nice hotels and their even nicer showers. This one had a ledge you could sit on in the shower while the hot water runs over you. I open my legs and feel the water flowing down my nipples, over my stomach, down my mound and over my clit. Ugh I haven’t had sex in 35 days and I was aching to be pounded. I run my hand over my nipples, my huge 34DD boobs, massaging them with my hand. I lean my head down and move my massive tit up and suck on my nipple. I moan as I open my legs more and start rubbing my hand over my slit. I move my fingers down more and finger myself. First one finger, then two , then three as I press the palm of my hand down over my clit. I imagine the guy from the elevator eating my pussy and me grabbing the back of his head so I can grind against his tongue. I keep fucking myself until I feel my orgasm wash over me. I moan loudly, saying fuck me as my pussy squirts a little over my hand.
After my shower and not feeling as horny I decide that hey it’s friday and I want to go for a drink. So, I get dressed up making myself feel good. I’m in a spaghetti black dress, cleavage out, hair done, earrings, bracelets and sparkly sandals to accent my fresh pedicure. My first stop is a dive bar next to my hotel, I overheard some of the men talk about it. They like it because they are usually able to find a “sure thing ” but honestly it was within walking distance to the hotel and I could use a redbull vodka to help me forget about this week.
I get to the bar and about 3 drinks in I’m feeling very buzzed and confident. All of a sudden my favorite Mariah Carey song comes on and I just have to dance. I stand up next to my seat and start dancing by myself. Well, obviously a drunk girl dancing by herself brings attention but I didn’t want anyone that night so I would give the kind smile and reject and keep going.
About 5 drinks in I decide to head back to my hotel, but as Im leaving I bump into elevator guy. I look up and in my drunken state say- “hey! Fancy bumpin into you here tonight!” You look amused and ask me if I’m alright. I slur yes and let you know I’m on my way back to my hotel. You take my arm and tell me that I shouldn’t be walking around drunk and I’m being irresponsible. I roll my eyes and tell you that I’m doing just fine and as I’m shaking my arm from your grip I tell you that he shouldn’t be so rude and walk away.
Back at the hotel, I take another shower, wash my face and decide I’m very horny. I take my pocket vibrator and lay on the bed completely naked. I put some porn on my phone, my favorite girl on girl. I start using my toy up and down on my clit to the same rhythm the one woman is licking the other womans clit. I moan and start talking dirty, drunk and horny. “Mmm yess please, lick my pussy” “I want to feel your clit against my tongue” “Fuck I need your pussy on mine” I change it to scissoring porn, still talking dirty. “Oh god, rub your pussy harder against mine” “Keep fucking this pussy make me squirt on you” Finally I cum, harder than before. I squirt all over my towel (yes a towel on the bed, I’m not gross 😛). Happily I fell asleep… until I hear my hotel door open slightly.
***** My first thought is “I’m drunk and that must be someone else’s door opening”. I lay completely still and listen. My heart pounding, the alcohol mixing with adrenaline making me nauseas, the drunkness weight on my body making me feel like I can’t move, so I just listen. I don’t hear anything else, so I convince myself it was someone else’s room and go back to sleep.
I fall into a deep sleep and I’m dreaming of sex. The feeling of someone’s mouth on my neck, then my boobs and nipples, dreaming very vividly about his mouth all over me. Unknowingly, I moan and stir a little. I’m still naked and the cold hotel air hits my body, making me wake up. I feel something on the bed, and I try and move my arms and legs and realize I can’t! I start to panic and realize there’s something over my eyes and in my mouth. I can’t scream!! You come close to my face and whisper- “Remember me?” That voice, I know the voice… suddenly it hits me, it’s elevator guy! “If you want me to stop I will leave right now, but if you want to be a good girl for me I promise I’ll make you cum harder than anyone ever has. If you want me to leave move your right arm, if you want me to stay move your left” I think about it for a moment, I mean this guy broke into my hotel room! If I say no, is he actually going to leave? I can feel his hard cock along the inside of my thigh and I need it. I move my left arm. “Good girl, the answer is always yes…”