She was a bad bitch. She always came to the office in a pantsuit or a skirt, which hid ass and a plump pussy underneath. She wore shirts that hid her enormous breasts with incredibly responsive nipples. As a beginner in the company, I had almost no contact with her, although I wanted to. Even from a far, she could see that she needed a cock and that she wanted to swallow it. The whole thing with mouth. Whenever she walked past me, I could smell her perfume, which smelled sweet, like a sweet pussy. I’m not sure if she even used perfume or if she just took some of her wetness with her hand and applied it to herself. It wasn’t long before I had to jerk off at work when she came by. Her scents drove me crazy and I couldn’t help it, my cock was rising and becoming hard on its own and turning towards her. It was so bad that I jerked off 6 times during working hours. One day she came to my desk and leaned her hands on the desk, arched her back to be closer to me. Even though she was wearing a shirt buttoned up to her neck and a sweater. I knew she wanted to show me her tits. Why else would she stoop like that. Of course, I also saw how her ass bulged out when she bent over. Fuck she was a really bad bitch, she really challenged me. She was asking me something, and I was just looking at her in her fucking eyes. She asked me something but I didn’t listen to her. I knew she wanted my dick, why else would she stop at me. ‘’Mr., are you okay? Do you go to the toilet a lot, do you have indigestion or some kind of illness?” Of course, she noticed my trips to the toilet. She must have made the connection that I always had to go to the toilet when she walked past me and shamelessly showed me her attributes. I answered her: “No, I’m fine. You know why we go to the toilet.” When I finished the sentence I winked at her and she was speechless. Oh yes, you my bitch, you are not the only one who can play such a game. The boss get up and walked on without a word. It must have flowed from her pussy, down her thighs, all the way to her shoes. My dick rose and I had to go to the toilet. I go to the toilet, do my homework and go back to the table. This time she was standing about 4 tables away from me, talking to the project manager. She stood really arrogant, as these bitches know. You know, the upright position, legs together so you can’t see how desperately he wants a cock. Never mind, I knew very well that she had panties under those pants and a pussy under her panties. A pussy that cries out for attention and a cock. I was looking at her and that’s when she gave me a clear signal. She scratched the right side of her back with her right hand, just above her butt. I smiled and said to myself, message received. It couldn’t be more obvious. She made me so needy. When I came out of the toilet, she was at my table again. This time she stood with her arms crossed. I know it’s because she was hiding her bosom. I sat down and she said:”Mr. , come to my office for an interview today after the workday is over.” My smile was from ear to ear when I answered her: Its my pleasure. My day passed quickly and soon it was time to finish work. I waited for everyone to leave, took Ax spray from the drawer and perfumed myself with pheromones. Otherwise I wouldn’t need them because I knew she was willing. I knock on her door and in her feminine voice she tells me to step forward. I open the door, she is sitting at the table and motions for me to sit on the chair. I sat down with a hard cock and waited for her to focus on me. She started the conversation and asked me:
[F] How I like to treat men as a 36F whenever they don’t feel like enough
The only way I like to treat a man when he’s not feeling up to the task is to sit him down and make him feel loved and lots of heart-warming kisses while i rub up and down his body, I will sit up and lean against him while telling him how good he is and before you know he’s always ready within a few moments of sweet talk
Ladies don’t get upset if he’s not in the mood he just needs the right amount of attention to get him going the way you want him to, I always make sure he has a beer in one hand and some part of my body in the other, whether that’s my probably soaking wet pussy or just around my neck it can be anything as long as he knows I’m there waiting for him when he’s ready
If he has a rough day make him feel better with your presence don’t drag him down more by complaining about he’s not doing enough, I always like to dress nicely for him and make him feel appreciated, it really is all about the little things
Road Head – (MF, Oral, True Story)
Ready for a true story? Of course you are.If you know me, I’ve never been into people who you’d call “traditionally” attractive. I don’t like my men to be these tall, strong jawed, muscular, Alpha Men.
I’ve never needed my women to be busty, long legged, supermodels. I can appreciate it, but it’s just not for me.
I prefer their personalities and how they express them. Sounds corny, I know. I’d rather them have their vibe as a person, and I’ll see if we mesh. My longest relationship was with a girl that had the aesthetic of librarian, (Plus her tits were absolutely fantastic.)
Now my favorite man… his name was Cameron.When I lived in Manhattan, I ran into him at a bar. He was a high school History and Philosophy teacher. And he looked the part. When he wasn’t dressed in suits, he was dressed in sweaters, cardigans. He looked straight out of every girl’s fantasy that has a crush on their teacher. He was tall and had a bit of muscle, but his frame was built for hugs and cuddles, not pinning me down. His jaw was sharp, but his face was gentle. His voice was deep, but as sweet as a lullaby.
Fun with collar and cuffs! [MFM]
*Warning: There are aspects of race play in this story, with some politically incorrect language. If that’s not your thing, move on.*
During a visit to Los Angeles in 2017 we passed by a sex shop and went in for a little shopping. There was a leather bondage set – collar, cuffs and a leash. They were trimmed with lace, and had little heart shaped locks that fastened them in place. Girly bondage! We bought the set, thinking it could be fun.
A few weeks later we were in Charlotte, NC for an event, and had a beautiful suite at a hotel. My husband had directed me to pack the set, along with my “stripper heels” and a schoolgirl skirt. At breakfast that morning he told me we were going to give the set a trial run that afternoon, and that I should be prepared to be a very bad girl. As directed, I went up to the room after lunch and had a shower, applied some body oil, and put on the skirt and heels. Nothing else, as he told me to stay topless and with no underwear.
Sneakily fucking my boyfriend while the girl we just had a threesome with slept next to us [MFF]
When my boyfriend and I first started dating girls and having threesomes, we were super eager and agreed to take a trip to go see this girl we had been talking to for about a month. We FaceTimed to affirm that we were all real people and had long conversations about what we were into and what we were excited about trying together. We even fucked for her on FaceTime while she masturbated a bunch of times. All of this affirmed our sexual chemistry, we all loved performing together and the dirty talk was really hot. We were really excited to see her, especially since it was one of our first threesome experiences and we seemed to be pretty compatible sexually.
When we got to our Airbnb in her city, we had her over and all watched porn together, then we started to fool around and gradually made our way to the bedroom. She was really eager to eat my pussy and suck my boyfriend’s dick, which we both enthusiastically did together, as well. She and I also brought all these toys for our big weekend together, and she and I put my magic wand between our pussies as we humped it in a scissoring position. She loved when we were rough with her and it was really hot dominating her together. She loved having her hair pulled and being called a dirty slut, and it was the first time we really got into any sort of degrading talk with someone outside our relationship together.
[MF] A Slut is Born Chapter 2
Hi everyone, so the first month, November of 2022, of S coming out as a free use slut under my command started off well. The first encounter in chapter 1 was a fantastic start. She left the guy’s hotel room with a total endorphin high; she didn’t come down off of it for hours. She was now completely hooked on embracing the free use slut life, and she wanted more, a whole hell of a lot more, and as often as possible. The rest of the month there were only 2 more encounters. The second encounter was with a man in his mid-50’s who had a really nice, big and thick 8” cock. The second was with a 25-year-old guy, her youngest ever, in great shape and had a very nice 7” cock. He shot a fantastic short video of her sucking his cock! Take a look on our profile and it’s on there. Both encounters were good, except she didn’t get used and fucked for as long as she likes to be due to her pussy being so damn tight, but they both made her cum. The young guy was even able to get her to squirt by fucking her with most of his hand.
[FM] Fingered on the dance floor by a stranger…while my husband was nearby
I finally made it back home after a quick work trip. My husband was hanging out at a club downtown with some of our friends and I was supposed to go meet him there.
I was texting my husband ahead of time.
“Missing you!” I sent.
“I’m missing you too. What are you wearing tonight?” he asked.
“That black and white dress you like so much.” I replied.
“Perfect. I think you should skip wearing underwear with it.” He said, with a winky face.
“Deal.” I responded. I loved when he got naughty. It was rare.
I had to go into the office first and spent my day there.
I was so busy with work I suddenly realised hours had passed and it was time to leave for the party. Throwing everything in my bag I quickly ran to the car and drove over.
Before getting out of the car I reached down and slid my panties off, putting them in my purse.
It was packed inside. After some searching, I found my husband at the bar with our friends. I apologized for being late and kissed him on the mouth. I quickly realized he was already a few drinks in.
Too be fair…I had been late.
He ordered me a drink, we toasted as a group and an hour passed quickly. We sang, danced, I get kept drinking and it was fun.
Finally, our friend Monica grabbed my hand when a heavy rap song came on.
“Let’s go dance!” She yelled.
“I don’t think we have to do that no-” I started.
My husband nudged me.
“Of course! Go for it honey, we’ll hold down the fort here”
I let Monica drag me into the huge crowd of dancing, sweaty bodies. She went all the way to the middle.
We started by dancing together for a little bit, until a handsome guy danced up to Monica and she let go of me to dance with him, giving me a wink. They disappeared into the crowd and I was about to take the opportunity to leave and go back to my husband.
Suddenly I felt hands on my hips. I turned to tell the guy I wasn’t interested but ended up looking almost straight up.
It was a very handsome, very tall black man. He grinned down at my 5’0 frame.
“I’m Marcus”. He said. I couldn’t use my words and he took that as acceptance.
Marcus wrapped his hands around in front of me. We started dancing, his hands pulling my booty into his crotch. This was the second time in just days that I was dancing with a black man on the dance floor.
I couldn’t quite process what was happening but I let it happen as I looked through the crowd, trying to see if I could see my husband…or if he could see me.
No sign of him.
I reached down, took Marcus’ hands, and helped slide them up my thighs. I was very conscious of the fact that I wasn’t wearing underwear as his fingers drifted higher and higher…until he brushed my pussy lips.
I got weak in the knees. My heart started pounding like a jackhammer.
“Jesus, you’re wet.” He murmured behind me. I leaned back towards him.
“Finger me.” I said over the loud music.
His finger inserted inside me. He pushed all the way in.
I gasped and tried to stay upright. A second finger tried to enter.
“You’re fucking tight, aren’t you?” He asked. Finally, the second finger slipped in. He started to finger fuck me.
Right there on the dance floor.
In the packed crowd no one seemed to notice. I grabbed his other hand and placed it on my chest. He took the hint and fondled my breast through the dress. The fingering sped up. I couldn’t believe it — I was about to cum. Already.
What is wrong with me?
A wave of pleasure passed through my body. At that moment the crowd parted slightly and I could see my husband across the bar, deep in conversation. And I was 100 feet away, with a stranger fingering me. It was too much. I didn’t fight it. I let the orgasm take me, legs shaking as I came.
It felt like I had to pee…and the next thing I knew, I was squirting for the first time in my life.
My thighs felt wet as Marcus pulled his fingers out.
I was almost mad at myself. Until he bent down, turned me to face him and kissed me on the mouth.
I melted.
His tongue slipped into my mouth.
I felt his hands reach up and pull my dress down, exposing my breasts. He stopped kissing me long enough to look down, then pulled my dress back up. I felt like everyone must be looking at me, but no one was in the crowd.
“I’m usually here on Wednesday and Friday nights if you want to find me again.” Marcus said. Then he melted back into the crowd.
I looked at the wet puddle on the ground for a long moment.
I quickly raced back to my husband through the crowd.
He asked if I had fun when I got back and I could only nod.
I ordered another drink.
[F] 36 and one of my best orgasms
Some of my best orgasms have been with men that I truly loved but there was one guy that just knew exactly what i wanted from the get-go, I’ve always been a fan of using toys in the bedroom mainly the guy taking control and putting a wand on my pussy until I came
The time I’m talking about was the first time I have a guy fuck my ass but in the perfect way, he started by licking my pussy and then tongue fucking my ass after, he went back to my pussy then started fingering it getting it ready for his dick or so I thought, he spun me around into doggy style and grabbed my dildo, While sliding his dick in my pussy he pushed the dildo in my ass all at the same time, if he didn’t warm me up first it would have been painful but the way he did it was absolute perfection
This was one of my best orgasms after he began to just fuck my ass he reached around and rubbed my pussy as he had his other hand around my neck. Ugh amazing
The time I broke up with my bf and went crazy [F] when I was 34
I broke up with my boyfriend of 2 years and decided to start going wild. I threw out all of my old clothes and replaced them with sluttier ones. I feel so much better now and sexier knowing that I can be looked at freely instead of my overprotective boyfriend having problems with it. We loved eachother but I was always more sexually curious then him, I’ve always wanted to experience
I also started making my own stories which is my newest venture and love how it makes me feel. I’m starting slow but this is my journey to unleashing all of my slutty desires. Not sure how far I’ll take this but I want to share my journey & embrace it all. What do you guys think I should do next to embrace it? Any steps or tips (those too ;) would be appreciated x
My first fisting experience [F] at 36
The first time I got fisted was a few months ago with a guy i like to sleep with. We had been teasing each other all day / night (i loveee teasing him while he’s at work), and I was already so aroused that my body was trembling with anticipation. We spent hours exploring each other with our hands, our mouths, and our tongues, until I was so wet that I could barely contain myself.
When he finally worked his way up to my pussy, I gasped out a moan of pleasure. I could feel him stretching me open as he slowly worked his fingers in one by one until he had worked his entire hand inside me, and I felt a wave of pleasure rush through my body. The sensation was so intense that I couldn’t keep from screaming out in pleasure and moans.
As my husband kept fisting me, I felt a deep-seated pleasure that I had never experienced before. I was so aroused that I was begging him to keep going, and before I knew it, I was quivering with pleasure and cumming so hard.