Coeds Trading Their Bodies for Grades p4 (M35/F19) (college) (professor) (office) (MF) (voyeur) (cuck)

Anthony was finishing grading the some midterms, pausing to lament a student who could receive better grades if she offered her tantalizingly large tits as a spot for his cum, when knock broke his focus. Finally, he thought as he welcomed his guest, expecting his petite Asian coed, Erin. To his disappointment a male student entered.

“Hey professor. I was thinking of switching my major to Econ and I wanted to ask about the course load. Do you have a minute?” Anthony inwardly sighed. Instead of having a tight, young pussy riding his face and soaking him in its wetness, he had to actually do his job. He welcomed the student to a chair, thinking it’s not his fault. The kid didn’t know what he was delaying.

Two minutes in, Anthony’s goodwill was starting to run out as the student hadn’t actually planned any questions and was very bad at coming up with any on the spot. “So… uh.. supply and demand.. is so interesting. Don’t you think?” A second knock on the door spared Anthony the need to craft a nonsarcastic answer to his question, saying “hey, I’ve got an appointment. Can we pick this up later?” Finally looking sure of himself, the student replied, “it’s ok professor. I know what this is.”

I flirted with my friend’s dad and got more than I bargained for [F21/M40s/F40s] [groping] [oral] [threesome] [sex] [age difference]

I was dorky as a teen, not knowing how to dress my awkward, gangling long limbs and thinking that the acne on my face was ‘no big deal.’ I wasn’t a pretty sight, and my ill-fitting clothes and pizza-face and granny glasses helped none. I cringe thinking back to the girl I was then, thankful that I’ve figured things out.

But an adolescence full of guys scoffing when I came near, making fun of me when I talked, and just generally being assholes has left its scars on my confidence. Now that I’m a little older and fitter and hotter, my gut reaction whenever a guy makes a move is to shoot him down, since he’s obviously making fun of me. I do it immediately, automatically, a defense mechanism against rejection, no matter how cute and sincere he is.

I’m trying to stop doing that. Yet old habits are hard to break.

I need a confidence boost, and I think I’ve found one, even though when I think through what I’m planning, I freak out and panic and second-guess myself.

The Babysitter [M33/F19] – Part 2

“Please, call me Dave. Mr. Johnson is too formal”. I gave a chuckle but I couldn’t lie – when she called me Mr. Johnson I felt a vague blood rush.
You gave a sweet courtesy chuckle and said “Fair enough Dave! my name is Lindsey and I’m excited to bring some relief to your family!” – interesting way to put it, I thought to myself.

The Wife chimed in “well yes Lindsey – you are absolutely a godsend. We have other obligations beyond this family and apparently we can’t manage ourselves. We thought that we would show you around the house and introduce you to our precious son. You would then spend some time with him today: play, give him food, put him on his nap and be with him when he wakes up. He’s now inside with my mother, she just came briefly to look after him while we show you around. I have to leave for a work commitment, but Dave will be here today to support you on the first day if Leo, our son, gets too much or is too shy”.

I raised my eyebrows and must have looked surprised because Lindsey asked somewhat worried “is everything all right Mr.John.. I mean Dave?”

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The Masseurs’s tales – Chapter 1 [MF]

I was merely an adult when I started with the massage therapy as a way of living. If you ask me why I chose this profession back then, I would have responded that it seemed like good money to be made with nothing more than a course, or that I didn’t want to work under a boss. Those would have been utter lies. Now that I´m older and less ashamed of telling the truth, the answer is simple: I was (and am) a horny fuck, and thought maybe, just maybe, this could be the door to get between so many legs… That is the real reason I started in this, and also the reason why I continue to do it. And, oh boy, do I have some stories to share…

Golden Shower Party PT 2 [ff] [deep throat] [piss] [puke] [mast]

I’m gonna be honest, there was a very large part of me that suspected Suzie would back out of the very pee party she said she wanted. But, as the amazing friend that I am, I went on Amazon and ordered a little inflatable pool, got all of the ingredients to make a Yellow Bird cocktail, and even got TWO of those Brita water filter XL containers to keep the guests hydrated.
The environmentalist in me couldn’t do disposable cups. I would tell everyone to bring their reusable water bottles to fill up and keep chugging.
Suzie was a thirsty piss slut, after all. Or at least, I hoped she was.
Suzie came over and we sat on my sofa and constructed the ultimate invite. She was a little anxious, but her nipples were hard.
“Babe,” I said, brushing her hair out of her face. “You seem nervous.”
“I mean, I am ….” she said, licking her lips.
“I think I know how to help you relax,” I said.
“Oh?” She asked. “You know … what I really need is to get fucked hard. But if you’re offering oral, I won’t refuse!”
“Oh you need to get fucked?” I asked, standing up. “I’ll be right back.”
I walked into my bedroom and took off all of my clothes. Suzie could see my pants get tossed across my room. I knew that would entice her. I took my strap on out of my dresser and put it on. I got my thick 9″ dildo, attached it, tossed on a robe and walked back into the living room. I took my 10″ dildo too. Just in case.
“How hard do you want to get fucked?” I asked.
“Hard,” she said, confused.
I untied my robe and dropped it to the floor. She giggled and then moaned with delight.
I stepped closer to her, holding my giant dildo in my hand.
“Open your mouth,” I grunted.
Suzie opened her mouth.
“Let’s check those deep throating skills,” I said.
I eased the 9″ dildo into her mouth. Her eyes bulged, but I kept pushing. I got 3″ down. 4″. 5″. Saliva started to trickle out of her mouth and dangle off her chin.
“Good girl,” I whispered. “You’re more than halfway there.”
“Mmm,” she moaned, shaking her head. She didn’t think she could do it. I knew she could.
I kept pushing. I was six inches into her mouth when a buckets worth of thick saliva gushed out and covered her shirt.
“Fuck,” she groaned. “Ohmygod, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I whispered. “I like it messy. You know who else likes it messy? Boys. Boys love sloppy head.”
If you recall, Suzie was a very vanilla lover. She liked missionary. She liked snuggles. But I was determined to get to the bottom of at least ONE of her kinks. And after some gentle prodding, she confessed to having the mother of all piss kinks. But … she was too ashamed to share it with anyone, so she just peed by herself … usually on herself.
So of course, being the slut friend that I am, I encouraged a little piss party. 10 guests. An inflatable pool in the living room. Suzie would sit in the tub all evening and the ONLY rule of the party was: If you have to pee, you don’t go the bathroom. You go to Suzie.
My new goal was to break Suzie out of her shell. And it would start with MY favorite thing: a good old fashioned Face Fucking. I took the 10″ dildo and slapped her playfully across the face with it.
“You suck that one,” Suzie begged. “I want to see you take it down YOUR throat.”
“You want to learn from the master?” I said, laughing as I spun the giant purple dildo around.
I opened my mouth and easily took 7″ down my throat before gagging. I pulled the toy from my mouth. My eyes were watering.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Can you?” Suzie asked. “Can you take the whole thing?”
“I think so,” I said.
Standing over Suzie, I pushed the toy back down my throat. My eyes watered even more. Saliva flowed onto my tits. My stomach lurched. I got 7″ again before gagging up a thick puddle of saliva all over Suzie’s tits.
“Fuck,” I grunted.
“You covered me,” she moaned.
Suzie stood and took her pants off. She sat back down and began to masturbate while I throated myself. More thick saliva flowed onto her tits and cunt.
“Do it,” she grunted.
“I’m trying, bitch,” I said, giggling.
“Do you have a double sided dildo?” Suzie asked.
“I DO!” I shouted. “Here. Practice with this until I’m back.”
I handed her the saliva covered dildo I’d be sucking on while I went to my room. I knew exactly where the double sided dildo was, but the sounds from my living room of Suzie throating herself and gagging up saliva made my pussy wet.
“Found it!” I finally shouted.
I returned to the living room. Suzie and I got on our knees and we began to deep throat the same double sided dildo. The deeper we got, the more we gagged and spat all over each others faces.
I pushed Suzie onto her back and mounted her, sliding my strap on into her pussy. I fucked her slowly while I throated her with the dildo. She kept gagging and spitting up all over her fucking face.
“Deeper!” I yelled.
The harder I pushed the dildo down her throat, the more she gagged. Her face was entirely soaked in spit. Her hair was matted down. Sticky and wet.
“Good slut,” I moaned.
I yanked the dildo from her cunt and squatted over her face.
“Oh fuck,” Suzie begged. “Piss on me!”
Squatting over her, I aimed my cunt directly towards her open mouth. Piss gushed out of me. I could hear her mouth filling up with pee. When I looked down, she was about to overflow! I stopped pissing.
“Drink it, slut!” I shouted.
She gulped, swallowing my pee.
“Good girl,” I said.
“More!” She begged.
I filled her mouth two more times with piss. She drank every mouthful.
“Piss in your own mouth,” I begged.
Suzie, lifted her legs up and over her own face. My cunt was throbbing. There was no way she was gonna do it!
“I’ve done this twice,” she whispered.
Oh, I thought. I guess she will!
A stream shot out of her pussy, arched up and landed directly on her own face. She’d definitely done this before! Her mouth filled with her own pee until it was nearly full. She gulped and resumed her stream, soaking her face. Drenching her hair. Filling her mouth.
“Drink!” I commanded.
Suzie swallowed.
“Fuck,” I said. I was so turned on I couldn’t even put it into words.
I straddled her, fucking her cunt with my strap on while I eagerly licked the piss from her face. With a stomach full of her piss and my piss, I don’t think it’s hard to guess what happened next.
I went to the kitchen and got the biggest bowl I could find. One of those metal baking bowls you can get for 7.99 at Ikea.
I put it on the floor and made Suzie get onto her knees.
I shoved the strap on dildo down her throat. I guess she was so delirious and exhausted she didn’t even realize it, but the 9″ strap on slid right down her throat with ease. When I pushed harder, her whole body retched and all of that sweet delicious piss gushed out of her stomach and directly into the bowl.
“Good whore!” I shouted, giggling.
I pushed Suzie onto her hands and knees. Her face facing the bowl. I got behind her and slipped the dildo into her cunt, fucking her from behind. I pressed her face into the piss filled bowl and made her blow bubbles.
“Fuck!” I moaned.
I yanked the toy from her cunt, detached the strap on and started to fuck myself with the dildo while rubbing my clit.
Suzie took the 10″ dildo and started to do the same thing. We faced each other, masturbating. Suzie was soaked in saliva and piss. She stood up and picked up the bowl.
“Open your mouth,” she grunted.
I’D DONE IT! I’d broken her out of her shell and made her a piss slut!! Suzie dumped the contents of the bowl all over my face. My long hair was soaked. Suzie’s cunt was bald, but not mine. I had a thick bush, which was now matted down with her piss and saliva.
Now that we were both covered, Suzie resumed toying her cunt, rubbing her clit.
“I want to cum when you cum,” I begged.
“I’m close,” Suzie whispered.
We masturbated and came together, squirming all over the floor, slipping around in the mess we made. When we finished, we swapped dildos, sucking our juices off of them.
“Now,” Suzie said. “Let’s send out that invite.”

Slow day at the Record shop

Grayson thought that running a record store would be a lot like that movie, Empire Records. But vinyl had become a novelty and now he was stuck in an empty store until closing time.

Occasionally, someone would walk in, look around and then scoff at the prices and walk right back out. Saturdays were usually busy, but today was a Thursday. Grayson slunk back in his chair behind the register and sighed.

He jumped up when he heard the front doorbell go off. He went to go greet his customer, but it was just Glenda. Glenda was your typical goth emo hybrid. 5’5″ in combat boots and a pleated tartan skirt. A cut up mcr shirt barely covered her torso. Her hair started with bright pink tips that faded to Black.

“It’s just me Gray.” She called out.

“Hey Glenda.” Grayson said as he sat back down. She was his best customer. Grayson didn’t have to worry about her moving things around or putting records in the wrong bin. Glenda had free reign of the store, she earned that trust.

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We fucked in the middle of the street downtown [MF]

[Reposting this because after a lot of back and forth and many deleted throwaway accounts I’ve accepted that nsfw reddit is a part of my life and some of my best stories should be out there.]

I was a late bloomer. Took me until 19 to lose my virginity, but then I took off. For a few years, I was a major slut and have been with around 100 women. I worked out (still do, check my profile) and am generally quite good-looking, so it came easy to me. I have a pretty good cock too so ladies would come back for more most of the time. For a few years, I’d typically have three or more women on rotation (more than that, scheduling gets complicated…). There was a full year where I never masturbated because I just had that much sex.

Anyway, I’m sharing some of these stories because I like reminiscing and it turns me on to talk about my sex life openly. I’d shared these online back in the day too, which is why I have the detailed write-ups. Everything here is true.

OK let’s go. Wind back the time.

I sucked a guy’s cock to live rent free

In my first year of college, I shared a two-bedroom apartment with a guy I’d known since the first year of college.

He had his own place and when I told him I was having trouble finding a place to stay, he offered to let me crash with him.

Things started off normally, and I paid my share of the rent, but as my school bills piled up, I began to fall behind.

That’s when things took an unexpected turn.

One night, after a few drinks, I joked with him that I would love to suck his cock to pay the rent instead of paying cash.

It was a wild suggestion, but big cities are expensive and I was getting desperate. He blushed and didn’t know what to say.

I pressed him and asked if he’d be down for it.

After a few moments of hesitation, he admitted that he would love that and I wouldn’t have to pay rent if I did.

The next morning, he brought it up again and asked if I had only said it because I was drunk.

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I sucked a Virgin guy’s cock in the middle of a college presentation.

Back in college, when I had just turned 19 and was about to graduate, I was paired up with this guy in my history class to do a presentation.

He was a nice guy, but a bit shy, and he had a habit of staring at my ass.

And let’s be honest, it didn’t help that I always wore short skirts and leggings whenever we met.

One time, I opened my laptop and forgot that I had been in the middle of a ferocious masturbation session the day before, leaving a porn tab up.

I quickly shut my laptop and said, “My laptop’s dead, let’s use yours.” As he opened his laptop, I noticed he had multiple tabs open, all featuring porn.

He got flustered and tried to close all the tabs.

I laughed and teased him, saying that it was normal to be interested in girls.

To my surprise, he admitted that he was a virgin.

I told him not to worry and that it would happen eventually.

But while we worked on the presentation, my devious mind went to work.

My crush [F] mastrubates in my [M] hotel room. Part 2

Sorry for taking so long for part 2, I was swamped at work the last 10 days. Part 3 is on the way and should be up in the next couple of days.

We meet our friends and go to the restaurant. There are 8 of us. We get seated at a big round table, with Jane sitting next to me. We eat and talk with our friends. All of a sudden I feel Jane’s hand on my thigh and sliding up to my crotch. I look over to Jane and she’s looking at me with a dirty look in her eyes and just smiles at me. She squeezes my crotch a couple of times and pulls her hand away, but that was enough to get me rock hard. She teases me like this a couple morw time throughout the whole dinner.

After dinner we go to the club. We dance, do tequila shots and generally have fun. It gets close to 4 o’clock and one by one our friends start leaving. Not after long it’s only Jane and I left. As we are dancing, she kisses me passionately and grabs me by the crotch. I lean over to her ear, so she can hear me: