The Lesson : Chapter 1 Foreplays (MF, oral)

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Olivia rang Rebecca. Panicking, she confessed that she was going out with a man. The first man in her life aside from her father and brothers. A man who is expecting sex after tomorrow’s third date. Being a devout Christian, the thought of premarital sex disgusted Olivia’s entire family. For a time, she too was against such sexual pleasures though things has changed. “I need to keep this man Becca, he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Olivia proclaimed over the phone. “You need to teach me how to have sex.”

Sex. Rebecca was flabbergasted. “Sex? How can I possibly do that?” She asked Olivia. “Try it out on your own! Leave me out of it!” She had a slight idea of what her best friend was about to ask next.

“Becca, just once, and I will owe you more than I already do. Could you…ask Josh if he’d be okay with having sex with me,” Olivia popped the question. “You’ll be present of course, and you can teach me how to do things. I’ve masturbated a few times but I know sex is different.”

The Scot and The Milf [MF] [Oral] [Anal]

There once was a young Scot that made a date with a sexy little milf. When the young Scot entered into the bar, he immediately spotted his milf and approached her. She could not be more pleased to see him in a tight fitting sweater and jeans that made him look ever so delicious. The sweater looked so soft she couldn’t help herself from immediately touching his chest when they kissed cheeks to say hello. The young Scot enjoyed her lips on his cheek so much, he reached his hand into her hair at the back of her head and pulled her into a full deep kiss. He took charge and was completely demanding in their kiss which surprised the milf and made her melt into his arms. They wasted no time heading back to her room.

The Last Appointment of the Day [mf]

“Mr. Adams? I know it’s 5:00, but you have an unannounced visitor, a Mrs. Thurman. Says she’s from FinCo.”

“Is this something that can be rescheduled? It’s been a long day, Mary.”

“I know sir, but she says it’ll be quick as she just has a couple questions.”

“Thank you, Mary; send her in, and enjoy your evening.”

Steve Adams, VP of Finance for Risecorp Development, was preparing to head home for the evening. He had started at 6:30 with breakfast at FinCo Bank, working on a new line of credit for the new midtown building that would be the latest crown jewel in Risecorp’s portfolio. 375 luxury condos with mixed office use, full retail at ground level, parking garage, rooftop patio and pools, and a luxury suite overlooking the ocean that awaited him as his reward for brokering the deal.

Steve stood to look at the wall where the plans were located while he waited for his guest to arrive. It would not only be Risecorp’s crown jewel, but his, as he had worked hours to make sure everything would be lined up for this moment. His office door opened further and he heard Mary announce, “Here is Mrs. Thurman, sir. Have a good evening.”

Fucking My High School Acquaintance [mf][Str8]

***Part 2 Coming Within The Next Week***

18-year-old Hannah was a close acquaintance of mine during my senior year of high school. An introverted member of our academy’s soccer team, she did well at academics, and was planning to obtain a nursing degree at a local college in the area. I had known her since my early adolescence. But the fact that we partook in different friend groups caused me to never become that close to her.

Her perceived androgynous facial structure and short hair likely saved her — stunning — beauty from a disproportionate amount of male adolescent attention. Many men in our class openly chalked her up as a lesbian. She had briefly dated a guy during her sophomore year, although I assumed that this was because she was closeted in a predominately socially conservative region of the country.

I was secretly infatuated with Hannah despite the ambiguity surrounding her sexual orientation. Her face was sharp and defined: a square jaw, high cheekbones, freckled, and covered in fiery red hair. A divisive look for a women; yet, exactly my type. So I internally smiled when I discovered that she was assigned to be in an AP governmental course that I was enrolled in.

Fucking My High School Acquaintance [MF]

***Part 2 Coming Within The Next Week: Might Make Minor Edits After Release***

18-year-old Hannah was a close acquaintance of mine during my senior year of high school. An introverted member of our academy’s soccer team, she did well at academics, and was planning to obtain a nursing degree at a local college in the area. I had known her since my early adolescence. But the fact that we partook in different friend groups caused me to never become that close to her.

Her perceived androgynous facial structure and short hair likely saved her — stunning — beauty from a disproportionate amount of male adolescent attention. Many men in our class openly chalked her up as a lesbian. She had briefly dated a guy during her sophomore year, although I assumed that this was because she was closeted in a predominately socially conservative region of the country.

I was secretly infatuated with Hannah despite the ambiguity surrounding her sexual orientation. Her face was sharp and defined: a square jaw, high cheekbones, freckled, and covered in fiery red hair. A divisive look for a women; yet, exactly my type. So I internally smiled when I discovered that she was assigned to be in an AP governmental course that I was enrolled in.

Road Trip + Hotel Fun [FM]

My boyfriend (now fiance!) and I are long distance, but he travels a lot for work. Last summer, his work took him to a city halfway between where we live currently and suggested I meet him there for the weekend. I’d been working hard, and was justified in taking a little R&R, so we booked flights and planned to meet at an airport about 3 hours away from the location of his trip.

I thought about how badly I wanted to fuck him all flight, so by the time we landed I was dripping. I was surprised people couldn’t smell the thirst on me–maybe they could, but they were just being polite. Before landing I removed my panties in the plane bathroom, leaving me in only a tight black crop top and a long flowing skirt. I liked the way it hugged my legs when I inspected what I could in the mirror. I stuck a finger deep in my pussy, shuddering at how wet it was before returning to my seat and experiencing the longest 20 minutes of flight ever.

[MF] Learning Italian in the French Quarter.

(This is pretty long, so if you just want to skip to the juicy bits then scroll to the ***)

A little over two years ago, two of my mates and I flew over to the US and did a month long road trip, starting in LA and finishing in Houston. We were 22 years old at the time. One of the stops towards the end that we were most excited for was New Orleans. Not just for the nightlife and cheap booze, but also the jazz, the architecture, the food, the people and the non-stop party atmosphere.

We were staying at a hostel that was 10 minutes from Bourbon Street. We got there on the Friday afternoon, quickly checked in and then went for a walk around town. We had heard from a couple of fellow Aussies at the hostel that a bunch of them were going to be hitting the town that night, and we were very keen. When we got back though it looked like they had started pre gaming quite a while ago and were already getting close to leaving. Not to be discouraged, we joined the group of people sitting around the table. In what I can only describe as the luckiest moment of my life, I ended up sitting next to this girl Gabriella.

Fantasy happened unexpectedly [MF]

I do a bit of traveling locally and I usually stop in the same places for gas and lunch and whatever. I guess I am what is referred to as a regular. Anyways, there is this little diner I stop at about once a week. I usually sit in the same booth and have the same waitress. Becky is in her late 20’s, mom of a 8 year old. She had her kid just out of high school and married the guy who knocked her up. She is tall, about 5’10” and she is all legs. Nice tight ass from working on her feet all day, and B cup tits. I would not describe her as curvy, she is more of a twig. She is nice to look at with a fairly decent crooked tooth smile, and she has a pleasant personality.

Let’s Make A Bet – Ch. 3 [BDSM] [M/f] [Spanking, Control, Discipline]

I sat, stewing in embarrassment. I had hoped to regain some power over the guy that had turned my brain to mush in the gallery but I had underestimated him. And underestimated how strong a hold he seemed to have over me. I took a gulp of my drink, waiting for the adrenaline to subside so that I could leave without stumbling, my legs still shaking.

“Shit!” Horrified, I realized that I was still sitting there exposed with my stockings around my knees hidden only by the table. He had left before I even had a chance to cover myself. No longer emboldened by his presence, I felt as if the eyes of every guest and staff were on me. But I had to admit, amongst the expected unsettling anxiety was a new sense of arousal. Despite myself, I closed my eyes and began to imagine him sitting there, smiling mischievously as I pleasured myself below the table. Hidden to everyone but the two of us.

[FM] I got fingered and then fucked in the minibus on the way to Paris

I’m currently in Paris and alone at our Airbnb with my youngest who is playing on his Nintendo Switch.

We had a great day consisting of some sightseeing, a boat trip through the Seine, exploring the shopping street close to Champs Elysees and having dinner.

The rest of the group just left and went clubbing and I couldn’t wait to share something that happened last midnight/this morning. Sorry for the spelling errors, I wanted to share this quickly before they’re back.

Around 2 in the morning, the friends of my oldest son Justin gathered at our place preparing to go to Paris for the weekend.

The group should have consisted of Justin, and his girlfriend Sarah, Koen, and his girlfriend Lotte, Dax, and Jermain who I both introduced in my previous post and another couple that was supposed to join but had food poisoning.

Sarah suggested my youngest son Lucas and me to join instead else it would be a waste of space of the minibus and Airbnb they rented.

I was looking forward to a quiet weekend so I refused but Lucas begged me.

*”Please, mom! I’ve never been to Paris.”*