I’ve been booking prostitutes for the past 6 months [MF]

Long time lurker, first time poster. I recently read an Uber driver’s post about escorts, which prompted me to write my own post.

​The past year has been terrible for me. I’m not making excuses, or trying to justify myself, I’m just trying to give some context. I’ve been caring for my ailing father for some time now. I can see the slow decline, both mentally and physical, and it’s been awful. Additionally, the place where I work, is going through a merger. I’ve survived the round of layoffs, but I have the unenviable task of telling my coworkers that they won’t have a job. I can handle stress, but with everything that is happening, it’s been tough. I’ve been drinking more, gambling, broke up with my gf, just being a fuck up basically.

I browse this subreddit, and others, from time to time. About 6 months ago, I saw a post about a “Madam” pimping out Instagram models. When I read it, I’m like, yeah right. Fake. Whatever. But I was curious, who wouldn’t want to fuck an IG model? Maybe this is the 0.1% chance that this is somewhat legit. This is the alcohol talking. So I messaged the madam and she promptly returned my message.

Hello Nurse Part 3 [FF]

My eyes are closed. She pulls away from me. My chest is heaving from the knuckle brush and now the exposure. I wait. Nothing. The torture begins to build. I have to look and see what she’s doing. But I don’t want to stop the growing sensations. Opening my eyes wins out. Fire. That’s what see when I find her devouring me with just her eyes. Fire. What I feel coarse through my body as a result. Fuck! She takes her time wandering from my milky white chest down to the apex of my thighs. I can feel feather-light caresses as though her hands were on my body. 

Other than her eyes roaming everywhere, her mouth is the only other movement. It is there that my eyes land. Naturally pigmented, her rosy red lips are glistening from her bubblegum pink tongue’s sweep across from one delectable corner to the other. The fire grows stronger with each sweep as I can’t help but imagine that tongue on me. In me. Her lips are like cherries. I bet they taste like them too. When will I find out? I am paralyzed by pleasure. 

Back to Daddy John and Sarah.

I told you earlier that two things have become evident; Sarah is a nymphomaniac and Sarah was instrumental in getting her mother out of the house. On Sarah’s being a nymphomaniac I will tell you now. Sarah’s mother incidentally suffered from nymphomania, I don’t know if you could say that Rose actually suffered from it but her husband John sure did.

John is like a large Diesel engine and like all things that have a lot of mass and are governed by Newtonian physics he is slow and lumbering and doesn’t change speed or direction readily or at all without the application of great force or forces. Sarah is as nimble and responsive as a gas chainsaw. She has gotten herself on birth control without her stepfathers knowledge and has quite a following of boys at school.

Those in call themselves members of Club Sarah and give each other obligatory fist bumps, those that wish to be in call Sarah a whore and the male teachers don’t dare say a word they just salivate at the sight of her nipples poking through her way too small and tight shirts. The girls are envious of Sarah’s new found popularity and all of the attention she is getting in the halls and the back of classrooms and the rear most seats of the buses of Lapeer High School.

Freshman gets fucked by a Harvard junior after his formal [FM]

Some background information about me: F19, East Asian, 5’4″, 110 lb, 32B that is apparently well shaped with amazing nipples, pretty sizable ass since I lift and play a college sport, attending a small liberal arts college in boston

About the guy: M21, East Asian, 6’1, toned/kind of lanky, goes to Harvard.

Prior to this encounter, I already met him three times after matching on Tinder. We really hit it off and we had sex the third time we met, which was a week before this event. On a friday evening, my teammates and I decide to have a movie night and watch The Avengers : infinity war (which, by the way, is amazing). I was really hoping that he would text me because for the past two weeks, I went over to his place on a Friday night. In the middle of watching the film, my phone lights up and I get a text from him. I get immediately excited because I was anticipating to hear from him. I knew during that same evening, his dorm was having a formal, so it was probably a late night drunk text for a booty call. I was a little cheesed that he didn’t invite me to his formal, mostly because I wanted to see him in a suit and get fucked afterwards with him in it. I get hit with the classic ‘wyd tn’ text. I respond with ‘you?’ He sends back a blurry picture of himself in a suit and asks me when I’m coming over. We eventually decide that I would come over at 1:30 since his formal ends at 1.

The Wonderful Quick [F]uck

So, I [F22] have been talking to this guy, Ross [M23], for a few weeks now. We met on an app and decided to exchange snapchat usernames. I’m always really flaky about meeting the guys I meet on apps. (I watched way too much Criminal Minds growing up!! Not my fault!!!) We couldn’t seem to find a very good time to meet up for a while because of work and school and life. I was interested in meeting him though.. He’s sweet, cute, kind of nerdy like I am, and he was into me. So tonight I got blazed and I’m a VERY horny high person. I can feel everything on my skin and my pussy was getting really wet just from thinking about how good a tongue on my clit would feel while high. and BOY DID I UNDERESTIMATE the pleasure I would get from having my pussy licked while baked out of my mind.

So at like 11 Ross texted me and asked what my plans for the night were. I told him i just got back from going shopping with my bff and I was laying around getting high and watching YouTube videos. A chill evening for me. He said I should come over, and due to the THC in my system I decided that I wouldn’t be murdered tonight. I drove straight there.

Lights, Camera [MF] [Laboratory]

When I replied to the ad on the college website, they were so nice to me, and they made it seem like everything was going to be okay. My name wouldn’t appear anywhere, and my face wouldn’t be seen. I told them all I was worried about was I didn’t want my family or friends to find out.

Secretly, it was exciting in a perverted way. I was going to let them film me having an orgasm for a documentary on human sexuality. They were going to put a camera inside me to record my muscles contracting when I came. The thought of strangers seeing the inside of my pussy made me so hot. Maybe some of my friends in the nursing program would see the film in one of their classes, or maybe it would be shown on public television and they would see it – and they wouldn’t know it was me! Of course, I would never tell them. It was going to be my dirty little secret.

That was then.

This is now.

Oh Doctor [MF] [blowjob] [downblouse]

Everyone has their so called “home” doctor, the one that they always go to when they need an MC or when they are legitimately sick. I have mine too. But recently, they expanded, and now I have a new doctor – Dr Jillian (not her real name).

The first time I saw Dr Jillian was when my “home” doctor was unavailable and I was automatically queued to see the new doctor instead. I was down with a flu and thus dropped by to get some meds. As I walked into room for the first time, a beautiful, spectacled lady in her early 30s looked up at me and greeted me pleasantly. “Hello Tim, how can I help you today?” She smiled cheerfully at me as I sat down on the patient’s seat. She smelled nice, and she was pretty. Her cheerfulness was contagious and I found myself smiling back at her whenever I answered her questions.

I accidentally [F]ucked [M]y best friend’s little sister

So I’ve known this girl longer than I’ve known my now best friend who we’ll call Jim. I actually met her back in a youthgroup when I was a sophmore and she was still in eighth grade. I guess I’ll call her Mary for this story… Even back then I kind of though she kind of had a crush on me. I’m not super attractive or anything but I had that generic skater haircut and girls digged that shit in the early 2000’s. Anyway, fastforward to my senior year in highschool and I had become quite good friends with her older brother and we’d hang out all of the time. At this point she had a boyfriend and we were just friendly. In highschool pretty much every guy and girl casually flirt I feel, so when we had little back and forths it was pretty normal in my experience. Mary was also very cute, was just the right amount of thicc and well endowed.

Early Morning Surprise [MF] [public] [toiletsex] [strangers]

It was just another dreary morning, getting out of bed, taking a shower, getting dressed and getting out of the house. I anticipated yet another boring day as I got onto the train. As usual, it was crowded…

Using my phone as all commuters do, I scrolled through the various social media platforms to check out what everyone else was up to when the train stopped to pick up more people. I looked up and was ready to create more space for fellow passengers, a lady standing in front of me whom I hadn’t noticed before suddenly moved back towards me and bent down to put down her bag. Due to the limited space behind me, I could not move back in time and her butt brushed up against my front. She stood back up, not realizing what had happened. I thought nothing of it and continued to use my phone when the train stopped at the next station and the lady bent down again to move her back. Yet again, her butt grazed the front of my pants, invoking a sense of pleasure which ultimately awoke my dormant manhood. Unable to control myself, I started to get semi-hard.

Hotwife’s First Encounter [mmf] [voyeur] [hotwife]

“Show and Tell”

He sat so casually in the chair, it was almost as if he had known us for years. His gaze cut through me, forcing me to look away. My body trembled as I eyed his balled up shirt, laid upon the bed, a stark reminder, that now, it was my turn.

My husband, sensing my nerves, gently kissed the back of my neck. “You look amazing,” he said.

I turned to soak up the masculinity of our guest. His perfectly chiseled abs begged to be caressed. I longed to run my hands over his rock hard chest. So many thoughts ran through my mind. I had never been in the presence of another man under these circumstances before.

My husband placed his hands on my waist and whispered, “Are you ready for this?”

I nodded. I was ready. Nervous, but ready.

Slowly, hubby slid my shirt up over my head. The air of the room felt cold on my body. Goose bumps raised on my skin. My nipples swelled underneath the cups of my bra. The stranger leered intently at my still covered breasts. His hand moved to his crotch. He liked what he saw.