Teacher’s Pet

Each day, as winter approached, less light seeped in through the classroom windows, and now at the early time of 6:00pm Mr West was almost sat in darkness. With half an hour before he had to leave to meet his wife for tea, Mr West was squinting as he desperately tried to conquer the mountain of marking before him. Even the thought of turning on the light was too much of a distraction.

Mr West thrived off of teaching and he knew it was what he’d do until the day he was forced to retire. He’d taught kids from four through to eighteen and sharing that journey with them had been a gift, but that didn’t make it any less draining when he had to stay back at the college to catch up on work.

He was in a rhythm of ticking and turning pages when a light tap sounded on the glass of the classroom door. He let out a quiet sigh of frustration as he glanced at the dwindling pile of papers, and then forced a smile onto his face. Duty called.

“Come in.”

The Sexual Awakening of Polly Pinnick, Pt 3 (FM, Risky, Voy)

On the Sunday I broke up with Nick.

I couldn’t in good conscience continue our relationship when I was acting like I had with Ryan and David. That was one element of my decision, and the other was that both of those men had shown me what sex could be and I badly wanted the chance to enjoy it without the guilt that had been associated with my prior experiences.

It wasn’t an easy break up, and when he started to cry I did too. I told myself that if I loved him as I said I did then I wouldn’t have done the things I had. Of course I didn’t tell him what I’d done – that his brother had fucked me twice and two days before I’d been fucked through the night by a man twice my age. Instead I told him that I needed time and space while we were still young. He fought for us, and I was even half tempted to keep the illusion going, but I knew it was over.

With a heavy heart I left his halls of residence and returned home a single, yet hopeful, woman.

The Sexual Awakening of Polly Pinnick, Pt 3 (FM, Risky, Voy)

(Parts 1 and 2 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/aj5hbv/the_sexual_awakening_of_polly_pinnick_pt_1_fm/) and [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/fbkkl6/the_sexual_awakening_of_polly_pinnick_pt_2_fm/) respectively)

On the Sunday I broke up with Nick.

I couldn’t in good conscience continue our relationship when I was acting like I had with Ryan and David. That was one element of my decision, and the other was that both of those men had shown me what sex could be and I badly wanted the chance to enjoy it without the guilt that had been associated with my prior experiences.

It wasn’t an easy break up, and when he started to cry I did too. I told myself that if I loved him as I said I did then I wouldn’t have done the things I had. Of course I didn’t tell him what I’d done – that his brother had fucked me twice and two days before I’d been fucked through the night by a man twice my age. Instead I told him that I needed time and space while we were still young. He fought for us, and I was even half tempted to keep the illusion going, but I knew it was over.

With a heavy heart I left his halls of residence and returned home a single, yet hopeful, woman.

I [M] blacked out at a party and got walked in on with two [FF] I didn’t know and the story doesn’t stop there

So to set the scene, this was last year on New Years Eve and my buddy was throwing a party at his place. Our friends were always over there drinking since he has a pretty big house to himself (4 bedrooms) and most of the time his roommate is out of town for work.

Our normal group of friends was there and it was shaping up to be a fun normal party, nothing too crazy. As the alcohol continued to flow, my memory got more and more hazy but here is how I remember things to have played out and filled in with what I was told by my friends. (Names are fake)

So there I am having a good time with the boys, playing some drinking games feeling a good buzz. In walks Ava, my ex girlfriend of 2 years and it’s like an anxiety train runs right into my body. Her and I have a long past and it’s best we just stay away from each other but now she’s here and in order to chill, I hit the booze even harder. She shows up with 3 other girls and 2 other dudes, none of them I really know. About an hour goes by (I think?) and everything is fine, we just ignore each other and life is okay. Then, I see it. She’s flirting with a guy right in front of me and giving me some side eye like she knows what she’s doing.

Leveling up in relationship with [m]y college girl[f]riend (long)

When I was a junior in college, I dated Katie (not her real name), a ballet dancer who studied Theater Management in the College of Fine Arts. She was a beautiful young woman, short and thin with a pixie haircut and engaging eyes. Katie was raised Catholic and was pretty conservative when it came to physical expressions of love. For the first eight months of our relationships, it was lots of nudity, but no sex and no blowjobs. I was in love, so I went along with it, but I was always looking for the way to crack the safe.

Every year before Spring term finals, the students of the CFA held a “mock prom”. It was a semi-formal dance with an unusual theme. That year was the “Mock Prom of Cruelty”, which promoted S&M undertones. Given her upbringing, I wasn’t sure if we would be going, as it really didn’t seem like type of Katie’s thing. But Katie was insistent that we go. I chalked it up just to being supportive of her department.

The Camgirl Part LXXIV: Can I Shampoo Your Hair? [FM]

**LXXIV: Blake**

As the shower-head turned on, handle cranked up to the steamy-setting, Blake twitched, then smiled. She straightened, twisting in Liam’s hands, and her smile deepened as her eyes drank in his naked form. His arms looked a bit bigger than usual, his muscles a bit more defined.

*Probably still a bit pumped from working out. We’ll have to do that more often.*

His cock, already hard again, pressed against her belly, pulsing and warm.

She raised her hands to his shoulders, then drew her fingers down his torso, “This is a good look for you, you know. You should do it more often.”

Liam grinned, hands moving to the hem of her tank top, “I think it’s a better look on you.”

Blake bit her lip as he undressed her, loving the feel of his fingers brushing against her skin, eyes tracking his as he drank in the flesh he revealed. She swore she could literally *feel* his eyes on her when he looked at her like that, caressing her in a way that sent shivers down her spine and jumpstarted her pussy. Not that it ever really needed that around him.

Fulfilling [M]y [F]antasy with an Older Woman Part 1

I often dreamt of sex with an older woman. Older women didn’t have to be taught anything about how to suck, fuck and/or do every little thing that makes your heart race. I matched with an older woman on tinder. She was exactly what I had been looking for; 33 y/o, H-cup, cute face, brunette pale skin, and a small squeezable ass as a bonus. To me, she was my idea of perfection.
We started to chat immediately. She became suspicious of my age and without hensitation, she said “I’m not doing anything with you until I see some ID”. Unfortunately, she lived about 40 minutes from me so the only possible way to prove my age was through a FaceTime call. The call went well, she believed the fact that I was the 18 year old I said I was. We moved our conversations and chatted over text for the next few weeks; further telling me all about her hobbies that include hiking and fitness. We exchanged stories about growing up as we both found we were from the same area.
Eventually, we got a little flirtatious. She would always talk about how I was “jailbait” and how I was so cute to her. She told me all about how she had a thing for younger people. I made plans to meet her in her part of town for some coffee. I was nervous and wasn’t expecting much but just a cup of coffee, maybe an additional hug and kiss, but I wanted much more. We meet up for coffee at a Starbucks and we both order our drinks. She wore a pair of leggings with a black V neck tee with a visible lace bra underneath. Her breasts looked even bigger in person than her pictures. I was thrilled; before we even got our drinks she became touchy. She grabbed my arms, rubbed my thigh, in the middle of this Starbucks! I was starting to get hard when I suggested we go to my car to talk better. I parked in a somewhat secluded area in the event that things escalated and got hot and heavy. She nodded in agreement and we headed to my car. When we got in we just talked more about various things: politics, sports and what we both did for work.
Hereafter, the topic shifted towards kissing. I mentioned how I felt that I was a great kisser and usually received great feedback. “Well I think I’d like to find out”, she leaned. Her lips pressed against mine. They were warm and matched in movement with mine. I held her face with my hand. I began to slowly nibble her lower lip. I could tell she liked letting out various moans depending on how long the lip bite was. It was only a matter of time before our tongues began to touch and swirl. She took action and began to rub my cock through my pants. At this point in time, I was well aware how hard I was already and I craved her. I guided my hand up and towards her breasts, which felt magnificent even through clothing. She pulled away from our kisses and asked if I would like a blowjob. I jumped at the chance, “Yes of course.”. She took advantage of her time teasing me as she swiftly pulled my cock out of my pants. She let out a sound of “Mmm” when she finally pulls it out, as she seemed pleased with her expectations. First, she stroked my cock tenderly with her right hand, slowly base to head looking in my eyes all the while she does it. The look in her eye said she wanted me as much I wanted her, maybe even more. With every stroke, her hand picking up the pace faster and faster, she used her saliva as lube and it felt so good and so wet. I tried and hint to take her breasts out as my hands laid heavy on her.
“Not yet, honey. Next time.” The brunette beauty stated as she took me into her mouth. It was moist and warm and it felt like ecstasy. Her tongue worked it’s way all around the different areas of my member starting at the back of my base and ending up around the head of my phallus. I moaned reasurring her how good her game was. “You haven’t seen anything yet” she said sharply then proceeded to take every inch of me down her throat. I slipped out a sigh “Oh fuck.” to which she smiled back up at me. Thereupon, she’s fiddled with my balls in one hand and was stroking in the other. “Cum for me baby,” She repeated, “I want you to cum baby.”.
Butterflies floaded my stomach. I breathed heavily as she looked at me with her ocean eyes. In her final strokes I told her I’m going to ejaculate, she proceeded to deepthroat me once again and europhia fell all over my body, and threw my head back and came forcefully down her throat. She proceeded to lick the tip of any excess cum before she truly finished. “Wow,” I sat there, “You know that was amazing-”. She smiled “Well how about next week you come over to my apartment and I’ll let you do whatever you want”. I nodded “Just give me time and I’ll be there.” I continued followed by a sly smile.
We said our goodbyes as I dropped her off at her car and I eagerly awaited our next encounter.

Strike [BDSM] [Teasing] [Dom/Sub] [Oral] [Ass] [Punishment]

Three rules to satisfy your sins

Number 1: No talking back.

Number 2: Using your safe word

Number 3: Never cum first until asked to.

But with him breaking the rules is a must.

 

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9:45pm
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Lyla was sitting with her hands and feet tied behind her back and to the sofa as she was busy watching the television. A rom com movie was being played but she cared nothing about it. All she could focus on was waiting for the hum of the vibrator and when she could cum again.  It didn’t seem fair that whenever she was on the brink of her pleasure he knew it and then stopped her from cumming. She feared what would had happen if she came as she had not been instructed about it but she didn’t even get a chance. Somehow not even being in the room he knew how to control her body better than her. After all she had been his slut and girlfriend for more than 4 years now. Seducing him at the restraint when all he wanted was to treat her for her grades hadn’t been enjoyable for him marking it strike 1. That’s where the long night began. As she began to doze off the vibrator started its work as she stretched her back. Her eyes closed automatically as she tried to free her hands to touch the parts that screamed for release. The air conditioner didn’t help a bit as her nipples harden further, Her feet rolled onto the carpet and banged against the table and as she could feel her pussy dripping again the vibrations shut off as she groaned loudly and her body stilled with no release. “WHY” she groaned.  

First “adult fuck” with [M]y g[F]

Long time lurker here. I wish I was able to post about when my gf and I lost our virginity to each other, and other fun stuff we’ve done before, but unfortunately I am not allowed to on this sub as we were both underage. PMs are open if you really wanna hear about those times. This is the first time I can post about my experience here.

I’m an 18 year old guy, about 5’10, 5.5 inch circumcised cock, white, brown hair, glasses. My gf is also 18, about 5’5, C cup breasts, curvy ass, Indian (as in from the country India, not Native American), black hair, and glasses just like mine. I’m about a month older than her, and we decided to talk about having sex (or lack thereof) for that month when she’d be a minor and I’d be an adult (in our state I think that’s technically illegal). I know she’d never report me or anything, but just for the hell of it, we decided not to mess around for that month. We thought it would be a good idea anyway to increase the sexual tension and make our first “adult fuck” so much better.

Dear Diary [MFM]

Dear Diary,

Yesterday my good friend Leroy called me up wondering if I wanted to get a couple of beers after work. He sounded odd and even when I asked him if everything was okay, he insisted everything was, but still I could tell, everything was not alright. When I showed up at our usual bar, the feeling struck me, once again, that something was wrong. He had this look on his face. I thought he was going to tell me her had cancer, or something. You can imagine my shock when he told me he asked to see because, in his own words, “he couldn’t take it anymore.” That’s when he told me he was fucking my wife

He apologized profusely. He e further explained that his reason for telling me was because he felt guilty and couldn’t go on lying. He is also knew that me and my Marisa were trying to get pregnant.

“But…but you got your shit snipped!” I roared, the full impact of what he was telling me talking a moment to sink in. He was lucky I didn’t jump out of my seat and immediately start beating him.