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She secretly hired a hooker to hit on me and take me to a hotel! Made me feel like such a stud. My wife really wants me to be more confident in bed and this worked like a charm.
[https://medium.com/blue-stocking-gazette/my-wife-hires-a-hooker-1288ce2f407c](https://medium.com/blue-stocking-gazette/my-wife-hires-a-hooker-1288ce2f407c)
This is just my typical warning that I am no writer. Telling these stories is sort of cathartic for me since I am in my mid-30’s and don’t have enough time or money to have an exciting life working at my current hum-drum job. This story is about Cassiopeia. [Cassi had a strong resemblance to the transgender pornstar, Bailey Jay, and this is a link to a moderately SFW image with Bailey using a haircut pretty similar to what Cassi had.](https://i.imgur.com/RHpcMfL.jpg) Cassi was definitely a little more feminine with a shorter stature, had smaller natural breasts, and she had blonde roots because Cassi was a natural blonde that dyed her hair black and dressed up Goth or punk. There is probably a cis-female look-a-like out there, but I’ve had an experience with a questionably trans person, watch trans porn from time to time, and Bailey just ended up coming to my mind first.
I’ve already mentioned in previous submissions, that I would spend a lot of time in a place that hosted Open Mic Night a lot. It was a hangout in NJ for Goths, punks, alternative kids, and other degenerates until they closed it down, reopened it in another nearby town and closed it again. It was the typical punk coffee shop setup of the 90’s and 00’s ironically right next to a military recruiting place.
(Reader’s notes)
(TL;DR in the comments along with links to all of the other parts)
(While most of the relevant information is included in parts 1, 2, and 3 of the posts with the same title as this one, this is a continuation of “When I was twenty-two I spent about a year as a financially compensated sex slave to a couple over twice my age” and this event was the climax of my first week with them. However, these three posts can be read or listened to in order as stand-alone posts. If you read these and want to find out how it all started, or if you just want to start at the beginning, links are in the comments)
(All three of these posts have been proofread multiple times, so there shouldn’t be any grammatical errors, which is why the audio sounds so good)
(This part picks up right where Part 2 left off)
(Thank you all for allowing me to share some of my most intimate memories with you)
(End notes)
Part 3 – Twisted Passions
I have a specific fetish thing I’d love the writers of reddit to take a crack at…. I realized it’s a little weird, but figured it was worth a try. If any writers see this and wanna write a story about it, either PM or post it in the comments, either way is great!
With that out of the way, here’s my premise: lesbian couple, one girl is super clean, neat and tidy, the other, not so much. Eventually, the neat girl gets fed up with her girlfriend’s lack of personal hygiene and lack of housecleaning, and so she straps her naked to car and takes her through a carwash to teach her a lesson! Can also include revenge-washing of the neat girl afterwards….
Tres
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Emily open her eyes, squinting against the blazing sun and looked down at the clear blue ocean far below her poolside lounge chair. She could hear latin music drifting faintly from the bar. The air was hot and the faint breeze that blew did little to cool her.
She had been daydreaming, lost in her thoughts.
It had taken them a long time to save enough to afford this vacation and so far it was worth every penny. She and her husband James had only been at the resort a few days, but they had had more sex in that short time than most couples did in a month.
James sat under an umbrella drinking his Corona and reading a magazine. He glanced up, smiling, and a shiver ran through her.
The tropical sun was strong, and a bead a sweat trickled down between her breasts, yet her nipples stiffened. There was also a familiar tingle between her legs.
He would always smile that same slightly crooked smile while looking up from between her legs. The thought of it was making her wet, very wet in fact.
Katherine is annoyed. She can hear the rain falling but that isn’t the reason.
She has decided that today she wants to feel sexy but not too obvious. As it is raining, a nice idea would be to just wear nothing above her waist except her zip-up waterproof jacket – then she can adjust the zip as she feels like! But, recently, she has noticed that standards of dress have fallen so much she isn’t sure that would actually get her much notice. In the bar she works in, girls come in wearing see through mesh tops, clearly showing nipples and areolae, or tiny bolero jackets with a short piece of string holding it together across their breasts and obviously nothing underneath. Even early in the evening. Did they wear those to work? That idea really excites her — maybe she should try that for Uni another day.
In the end, as she isn’t intending to actually flash anyone today, she decides to just wear something that feels sexy for her. She really wants support for her large tits for the several hours shopping she has planned, so she puts on her favourite bra: very frilly, red and black. But no shirt. She also wears a red g-string, a short (but not tiny) black skirt, her favourite black and white thigh socks and pink trainers. And her rain jacket over the bra.
I had been divorced several years. My daughter hung out with the daughter of this couple. They started inviting me over for supper, drinks, hanging out etc. We became great friends over a couple years. There wasn’t many weekends we didn’t get together to do something or just hang out.
Over time there was sex talk and teasing. The wife would always tell me things like if I could bring one of my girlfriends over to “play” with her husband she could fuck me. She started texting me the color of her panties every day and sending sexy little teasing text messages. I brought one of the girls I was dating over to their house one night and when we left she told me “what’s up with xxxxx, she totally wants to fuck you”. I played it off and laughed.
All started a month ago after my daughter was acting strange and I was getting random phone call at home where the guys gave me information about them and then to conclude they say if you are interested please consider me to be in. So I guess was normal of me as a dad to get worry to try or that to at least find out what was going on. So a week after my daughter turned 18 I ask for her phone just to make a call as an excuse because my phone was dead. I already knew she had to go to swimming lesson so I try to take long enough so she told me don’t worry dad use my phone and you give to me when I come home. So immediately after she left I started investing what was going on. She had password to enter WhatsApp but was a old one she had in her previous phone so I was able to get in.
Jay and I have both had car sex before, but I had a new jeep and it wasn’t broken in yet. We had previously discussed breaking in the new car but I had forgotten about it until one day Jay texted me and told me to get in my car and meet him in the guest parking lot of my apartment complex.
At first I was annoyed because it was late at night and I was already at home in bed but he told me to meet him there, and being the submissive I am, I did what I was told.
So I waited in my car in the back parking lot. It was a dirt parking lot that was designated for guest parking. While I waited, Jay wanted me to find some porn I enjoyed so I started scrolling through my favorite tumblr, and found something I liked. He then told me he wanted me to start playing with myself so I obeyed, and began rubbing my clit.
I was already turned on in anticipation for what we were about to do, but masturbating and watching porn (I played it over the bluetooth in my car) with the potential of getting caught just made me even more wet. I edged myself so by the time Jay got there, I was about ready to burst.
After a long moment’s pause, I replied, “Filled me in? I’m not too sure.”
“Well never mind. You are our guest tonight. Come here, my dear,” she said looking at Belle.
“Yes, Mother,” she stepped down from her platform. She gracefully floated 5 steps and stepped up to the other platform. She turned and faced me and said, “I call her mother but we are not related. I was an artist displaying my work in the plaza. She passed me many times going to and from the market.
“One autumn day she passed by earlier than usual and saw me rolling my bedding. She paused and asked me where my paintings and sketches were. I told her they would be out before she returned.
“‘I want to study them more closely,’ she said nodding as she went her way. I set up my easels and leaned pieces against the wrought-iron fence as usual. By the time she returned the sun was dropping behind the buildings. I was shrugging in my shawl and thinking about putting away my wares and finding a warm place to sleep, but I knew she would come back so I waited.”