[FMM][Str8] My First Time with BBC: Inspired By Real Events

When it comes to sex–and life in general–I’ve got a No Discrimination policy. I don’t judge people in terms of age, race…or even gender. I love to fuck. And I love to be pleased. And closing off any avenue of pleasure would just be foolish!

I’ve always had a thing for black cock. It’s not about size–though that’s certainly a nice part of it. And it’s not about the allure of something forbidden or exotic. It’s more about ripped guys with muscles who can fuck all night.

And maybe it’s connected to youth. We always romanticize the things that happen when we’re young. And I never forget anyone that makes an impression. And Ant certainly made an impression!

I’ve been a basketball junkie for as long as I can remember. Not that I could ever play. I’m too short. And while I’m certainly flexible, graceful, and have a lot of stamina at some activities, that never translated to being athletic. Or maybe I just found better ways to spend my time than practicing!

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Upon request, I pulled my vibrator out of the box, sitting it on his asshole. I turn it on, giving him a slight preview of his fantasy. Sliding it up and down his taint, gently massaging his prostate.. Bringing him to full erection. My goal after getting him erect is to milk his prostate, giving him the ultimate pleasure. Between his moans and seeing pre-cum drip from his penis as he sits on all fours, I realize that I am completing my job.

[MF] [Cuckold]-ish? Emily gets fucked by “a real man”

I really enjoyed sharing the story about my last night with my ex, Emily, so I figured I’d share another story about her and I. You can find that story in my profile. I’m trying to keep things short but I like to be descriptive. Sometimes I end up just being long-winded instead. I’m working on it.

As I mentioned in my previous post, sex between Emily and I has always been pretty intense, fairly rough, and even a little violent at times. I didn’t really make much effort to describe Emily or I in my previous post so I’ll do that here.

At the time of this story, I’m 30 years old. I’m 6’ 4” tall and I’m definitely rocking a bit of a dad bod as I weigh around 275 lbs. My brown hair is naturally curly, so much so that women constantly fawn over it and talk about how it’s going to waste on a man’s head, but I keep it cut short because I’m a man and I hate dealing with it. I’ve been described as barrel-chested. For the most part my eyes are a blue-gray color though my right pupil has a small bit of brown in it. As for my cock, it’s about 7” long and I can barely get my index finger and thumb to touch if I try to get them around it.

Sometimes my brattiness gets me into trouble [FM]

I’m a 21 year old, 5’3”, currently Blonde Asian. He was the same age, maybe 5’10”? I’m not quite sure, but he was broad shouldered and strong looking which I really liked. He was working out a lot to get ready to be a firefighter. We met through Tinder and had been talking and hooking up for a few months by the time of this story.

I got the “Let’s hang out” text and agreed. He had just gotten out of class and needed to wind down which is why he hit me up. He asked what I was craving so we’d get food before going to his place to Netflix and chill. That was a recurring theme of whatever we had; we’d always just get food and go to his place to “watch Netflix.”

We decided to stop by a boba shop because that’s what I wanted at the time. After that, we started talking in his car on the way to chill. He mentioned wanting to get another dog and naming it Gizmo, and he was giving me a look as if that was supposed to mean something.

“Gizmo from Gremlins,” he said.

[MFf] Daddy’s Panty Problem [incest], [noncon], [blkmail]

OK so this is another one of the custom stories i wrote in respose to prompts. This one was iffy from the get-go. I was definitely not entirely sure about writing an incest story. The custom requester was very cool and calm about it and let me flex his prompt to somewhere in the vicinity of my comfort zone. This is the result.

Daddy’s Panty Problem.

Daddy loves Mommy and they both love their baby girl. This was said to me from a very young age and I have lived by this mantra my whole life. From an early age though I realized the extent of how much Daddy loved Mommy. I must have been 5 when I first walked in on them. Daddy deep inside Mommy and Mommy howling and moaning. They stopped and shushed me away when I climbed into bed with them. They explained to me this was how Mommy and Daddy expressed their love for each other. It wasn’t until many years later that I fully understood what they meant. But at the time of my own sexual awakening those words came back to me. “Daddy loves Mommy and the both love their baby girl” and “this is how mommy and daddy express their love”.

Not a Sound, Pt. 2 (Mf) (Cheating, Ageplay, Risky, Oral)

I was sure that someone must have heard what had happened. Paranoia crept into my every thought, along with the guilt of what I’d done with Emma the night before.

The night when I’d fucked a nineteen your old student of mine in my tent.

Over breakfast I had gingerly asked my colleagues whether they had heard any strange noises last night, but none of them claimed to have heard a thing. I’d shared a brief look with the teen that I’d shared myself with and she offered no visible cue of what she was thinking.

Finding time to speak with Emma alone was impossible, even though I really needed to. I came inside of her. Not just a little, but fully emptied my sack into her tight pussy. I wanted to ask if she was on birth control, I wanted to hear what she was thinking. Did she feel the same guilt I did? She did have a boyfriend at home after all. And she had instigated it all – it wasn’t like I would have instigated anything. It took her hand around my manhood to coax any real reaction from me.

My sluttiest day so far; 3 guys in 24 hours. [FM]

Long time lurker, first time poster; two of these guys read this sub and I’m curious if they will find this post.

Me: late 20s, short & curvy, Latina/Caucasian, light eyes, freckles, thick wavy hair, waxed cunt.

I just got in town from a really fun wedding, where hooking up was not an option. That short vacation was in a beautiful destination so that romantic, fun energy really carried me into this week; I was starting off super horny and relaxed.

[MF] Three Hours In A Hotel Room

Up until this week, I had been with a grand total of 3 women my entire life, for a wide variety of reasons. The main reason is I’ve been married for the past 15 years. I don’t want to go into the ethics of this, but I’ve basically been celibate for a long time because my wife has absolutely no interest in sex.

As a married guy who was upfront, I figured I’d have some trouble find a woman to be with. I finally had some luck on Tinder, which was very surprising to me. This woman was quite a bit younger than me (i’m 40 she is mid 20s), very kinky, very submissive, and very beautiful. And absolutely did not seem to know how beautiful she was. We did a lot of orgasm control play remotely as I was out of town for the first few weeks while we talked, and did lot of sexting. Let’s just say it was like having 3 weeks of foreplay. I got to know her as much as possible as a person as well.

[MF] nailed brasilian coffee shop barista [WITH PICS]

IM 25 YEARS OLD, LIVE IN LONDON BUT, MY BIGGEST HOBBY IS BANG GIRLS AND TRY NEW HOT CRAZY EXPERIENCES, I KEEP IT ALL IN A DIARY, MY LITTLE BLACK BOOK HAHA AND THATS WHAT IM WRITING HERE ABOUT.

This happened a few months ago, i was leaving my friend’s place around 8pm and decided to grab a coffee to drink on my way home, so i stoped by Coffee costa (dont know if people outside the uk know this brand but in here is very popular, simillar to starbucks), when i entered it was almost empty as it was 8pm on a week day, only two old women having some tea in a corner. i went and asked the barista for a latte. She was alone, she seemed very nice and in a good mood so i started making some small talk while she made my coffee, something like – “is so empty today, i bet you love it when you can be lazy and just sit with a coffe” I know… not the best pickup line, but it worked, she smiled and we started talking… she told she is frombrasil, moved to london one year ago, been working as a barista for 3 months after quit her previous job, i told her a bit about me as well and decided to have the coffee there and chat with her instead of drink it on my way home.

[FM] At the Office

I’m a married woman (Asian) early 40’s – 5 foot 3 and around 125 pounds. I had a FWB I saw while hubby travels for work, but my FWB starting seeing someone so our regular meet ups stopped (but not all encounters with him). Anyway, I changed companies a few weeks back and thought it might be a good time to fish for an experience there with some men I had flirted with. One of those guys was the VP at my firm that was recently divorced. I worked with him often and was in his office quite a bit over the years working one on one with him. He was tall and fit and I always had an attraction to him. He has a big office with nice views, but no windows towards the office itself. We were always professional with the occasionally flirting, but since he was married, it never went further.