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[F] Wearing new pair of stocking made me horny today

Typical morning today. I woke up and prepared to go to work. I decided to dress up a little bit since I just got a new black pair of stocking.

So I chose a long sweater dress that goes well with a long jacket. To my surprise, the stocking was extremely soft and comfy this morning. It hugged my curves so well. And because my dress was not that long, you could see the bands on my thighs if I lift it a bit up ;)

Honestly the outfit made me really confident. The men in my office were watching me all day and trying to look at my thighs everytime I moved.

Too bad, the one that I like was not in today so I thought more of him. The softness of the fabric helped me imagining his touches. If he were there, I want his hand on my thighs, moving up and down, slowly then ending up under my dress. He would feel my pussy was soaking wet for him. I wanted him to take me somewhere then punish me hard for being so naughty and slutty at work. I would let him rip off my new pair of stocking then shove himself right in me. He could fuck me as hard as he wanted, telling me that I’m his slut, that he owns my body. I wanted his cum inside me, I would beg him. After that, he would release me, my pussy would be sore from fucking so rough and dripping with his cum all day. Read more »

Meeting a high-class escort for a nylon footjob [MF] [M30, F22]

I was staying in London for 2 nights last week. The first night I was out with friends, while the second I planned to relax in the hotel. Unfortunately for me, on day 2 I attended a meeting with a client, and one of his colleagues attended. She was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. A sleek, fitted black suit, black patent heels, and grey opaque tights. My eyes were falling to her legs far too regularly. I thought she must have noticed. Her face was a pretty sight – she couldn’t have been older than 25 – but her legs were the real draw for me. I sat in the meeting fantasising about fucking her feet in those tights.

After the meeting, I went to another meeting, but still couldn’t get her out of my head. The tights were matte grey, and beautifully accentuated her toned legs. She had really slim thighs and small, slim feet. Her blonde hair was perfectly set and her smile was infectious. It had been a long time from a girl had such an immediate effect on me. I knew I had no chance – her boss is one of my biggest clients, and, well…how does one approach a woman and say, “will you please give me a footjob?” It’s just not the done thing. Read more »

My sister watched me get pregnant [mff]

Not sure if anyone remember me but I share my husband with my sister. They fuck often. We fuck often. A lot of watch and lite joining. A bit ago she watched and touched herself to my husband fucking me. After he came inside me she sucked his cock clean. I’m fairly certain I got pregnant that time (husband rarely cum in me) I enjoyed the messages and questions last time so AMA.

Plane ride for pussy [MF]

About a year ago I reconnected with an old friend of mine from high school.

Her name is Veronica, and she used to live down the road from me.

She is super tiny. Maybe 5’1” and 105lbs. Blonde hair, blue eyes, black square framed glasses, tiny perky tits, and a decently round ass for how small she is.

She’s the epitome of “petite”.

So we get back in contact after 6 years, and politely exchange formalities for a bit, until things eventually progress one morning, via Snapchat.

The pictures get more and more revealing, and by the end of the day, we’re pretty well baring it all for each other.

This goes on for a month or so, and the 8 hour distance between us is feeling bigger than ever.

She suggests me flying there on her free weekend coming up, and I take her up on it.

$189 later, and I’m booked for a weekend in the next state over.

I land, and call her. She sounds nervous. We meet in the drop off/ pick up lane of the airport, which is busy as all hell. It’s all I can do to get my bag in her car, and sit down. Read more »

Daddy Kole

It all started with a wink. A wink from Ethan he was sat with Sergio in the morning before class, conversing about whatever guy they found cute this week, and a wink from me, Kole Hollington , the well-known fuck boy of the school. Girls drooled over me and guys wished they were me. I have a new girl under my wing each day, but they weren’t up for sex- hence why there was a new one each day. I thrive for sex. I dreamed of a submissive sweetheart, maybe two, ideally one with an irish accent or an alcoholic who was rumoured to be in a relationship with their cat. Now, i’m not gay, but i’m open and recently boys have been the ones who hubba my bubba. Sergio was who I dreamed of, and recently Ethan. “Hey baby.” I lowly growled with a prominent smirk as I pushed Sergio into the corner of the hallway, instantly making Ethan beyond jealous. Sergio gulped, his whole body tingling as he felt my warm breath on his tender, untouched skin. I snaked my hands up Sergio’s shirt, my hands gripping his bare waist as I pulled his body close to mine. I could feel his small package against mine. Looking up at me, Sergio bit his lip. I leant down slightly, giving the Irish boy a hard, rough kiss. “Teachers’ lounge, lunch time. On the fucking dot. Don’t be naughty, babyboy. Be there on time, or you’ll be punished!” I ordered, tracing his jawline with my finger, whispering: “And I know you love being punished.” I smirked, placing a hand on his ass as I spin him around and sent him off to class, a deep blush on his face. Lunch time rolled around, and Sergio was ten minutes late to the teachers’ lounge. The 15-year-old tugged at his jumper sleeves, which revealed his prominent collarbones. His tight jeans showed off his ass which I admired ever so dearly. With a smirk, I slammed the door shut and locked it. “Well, look who’s late!” I tutted, grabbing him and pushing him on the couch. “You’re such a bitch, you know who wasn’t late? Ethan.” Read more »

[F] I have a competition with 3 of my friends where we have to sleep with at least one different guy every week

We came up with the idea while super drunk at a party during sophomore year. It started as a basic idea that we wanted to challenge each other to sleep with a different guy each week and has since evolved in a more complex competition.

We need to sleep with a guy each week and it can’t be someone we’ve already slept with, if we don’t we lose a point for each week. We can also gain points by going above and beyond the minimum, like say sleep with more than one new guy a week wins points, or doing something extra slutty also does.

To make it extra interesting, the two people with the lowest score by spring break time have to organise and pay for a week long trip somewhere nice and warm.

[FM] Pool fun part 1

This story took place a few years ago, and i thought i’d share it since my last post harbored some pretty good reactions.

We were on this huge family vacation, at a tropical resort that we booked all to ourselves. I have a pretty big family if you include cousins, aunts, and uncles. On the third day of our vacation, they all decided to go shopping, I asked to be left behind, claiming to be ‘sick’ when i was really just horny.

When I was sure that they left, I went outside to go swimming in a very slutty bikini. Basically, it was this black sports bra that was a size too small for me and a small, pink string bikini bottom that barely covered my ass. No one would see me, but it still turned me on knowing that I was outside. I sat by the water jet at the edge of the pool and positioned my pussy over it, I knew that the water wasn’t the only reason I was wet down there. I tugged off the sports bra, saying “Fuck it, no one’s going to see me anyway”. By the way, if you own a vagina, I 100% recommend getting fucked by streams of water, it feels amazing. Read more »

Dream/daydream I had about someone I know

I had come over with the intent to help her. Comfort, relate, commiserate…but things took a turn. She told me to let myself in, I poked around her apartment living room and kitchen, but soon realized she could only be in her room. I turned back to leave my shoes at the door, then walked into her room.

There she was sitting up at the head of the bed, comfily propped by some pillows, her red hair draped around her pale shoulders, her legs spread, bent under her blanket.

We talked for a while, about the hardships of life, difficulty of friends and family, and how to pick ourselves up when we were down.

Our talk was winding down, we were both getting very comfortable with one another, I was at the foot of her bed at first, but had worked my way up to sitting right by where her feet were under the covers.

As our conversation inched towards goodbyes, each phrase she let her comforter slip, just a little. First off of one knee, then she slyly pulled it across her body and let it fall off of her other knee. I could see now why she was perched that way at the head of the bed. Read more »