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My boyfriend and I tried a little game. I asked him to type up his best sexual experience for me while I slowly teased him with my mouth. It ended up being a shit ton of fun! He described all of it outloud while he wrote it and got insanely turned on. I thought it might be fun to share! Enjoy.
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I was 25. He had invited me to dinner and we went into Manhattan in his car after work on a friday. On the way back he parked besides the Long Island Expressway somewhere near Melville and we smoked a joint. The only lights came from the highway cars passing us by. He took out his dick. It wasn’t too big but it was fat, with a nice round head, and erect, pointing straight up. I leaned over, wetted my lips and pressed them against the head. I was trying to do like my highschool girlfriend used to do it. I sucked on the head first and then put it all in my mouth. He turned the overhead light on. I was amazed to feel my mouth full. I minded my teeth going up and down thinking “I’m sucking cock!” I remembered the bully in highschool who had once called me a cocksucker. When he put his hand on my head I knew he was going to cum but it took me by surprise anyway and swallowed the first shot. I held the rest in my mouth of what seemed like a lot of cum, and leaned over to spit it out the window. I felt shame at the thought of what everyone I knew would think of me if they ever found out. But I had liked it. The second time went smoother and had no shame anymore.
This all happened a few months ago; I’d recently started living alone so this allowed me more privacy and freedom than I’d had before.
This story involved me, my girlfriend (“Fiona”) and a mutual friend (“Liz”) who we hadn’t seen in about 3 years. I am 23, 192 cm tall, average-athletic build. My skin is tanned but I’m naturally white, so the visible skin on my body is a light brown but other parts are white. I have short black hair and I’m clean shaven; I don’t have much body hair. Fiona is 21, with long, straight, black hair and brown skin. She is Asian and has a beautiful face with an especially flat nose that is incredibly adorable. She is of average height – 165 – and has large breasts, a small round butt and not much body fat. She is a football player at the top of the amateur level so her legs are quite muscular and very hard. Liz’s parents are Japanese and White American; her skin is very pale as a result. She has long curly black hair which she always ties in a bun. I’d never seen her with her hair down except in photos, even while we had sex. Her breasts and her butt are very small. This suits her as she likes to dress in men’s clothes and has something of a male aesthetic and demeanor to her, which contrasts with her fine features and *very* smooth skin.
I know that sounds like total BS, but I swear it’s true. I won’t bore you with the relationship part and just focus on that first weekend together. There is a bit of build up though.
I was a late bloomer, but once I started putting myself out there, I really put myself out there. Basically, when I was 21, I had my first kiss at a college party. I think at that time I was also scouring Instagram for dirty Snapchats to exchange pics with. I was a horny virgin. Over the next few months, I got on Tinder, went on a few dates and lost my virginity. I was also on Tumblr slowly developing a daddy kink lol
I started going on Omegle to explore that. I would have random conversations, sometimes exchange kiks, nothing too crazy. Then one day, I come across one of those “looking for a daddy? Kik me” type messages on Omegle. I wasn’t even sure I was into that (LOL), but I had nothing to lose so I messaged him. We sexted and it was SO GOOD. Idk we just clicked. I expected him to just disappear after that, but we kept messaging. And kept messaging.
Hey guys, if you haven’t read [Part 1](https://redd.it/6yv2e2) of my story, I recommend you do so now. It’ll all make a whole lot more sense, and it’s quite good if I do say so myself. For those of you who have, please enjoy the second instalment.
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I awoke, dazed and confused, to the sound of chirping birds and aggressive sunlight which pushed its way through the blinds. My throat was dry, and I felt hot and uncomfortable; I was reminded why I dislike drinking to the point of excess. I had no idea of the time, but I guessed it was probably closer to lunch than breakfast. My head began to ring the moment I stood up; desperate for water and aspirin I stumbled to the kitchen, still dressed from the night before.
I expected to see Lauren still sleeping on the couch, on the kitchen making herself a coffee, but she was nowhere to be seen. Instead I was greeted to a clean living area; all the empty beer bottles and been put in the trash, the blankets folded, and the cushions put back where they belong. Had I not been there to witness it myself, you’d never have known anything took place in my apartment last night. A folded piece of paper sat alone on the bench top; I picked it up and began to read its contents, written in a familiar feminine handwriting.
Tom ate a breakfast of granola and peanuts then opened a can of peaches. He stood in his room eating peach slices out of the can as he unloaded his duffel bag full of clothes.
*Had I known those women were hosting, I would not have packed any clothes or food at all! When is Martin getting here?*
He put on his overalls and galoshes and walked to the creek, taking his fishing rod and tackle box on his way. He waded through the water fifteen feet to the other side of the creek and sat on a large rock on its bank. The sun beamed through tree branches and warmed his shoulders as he sat and fished, the ambiance enveloped him. After not catching anything in his chosen spot, he moved upstream, following the meandering water.
Wandering around trees and shrubs he came upon a set of tracks that looked like a sizable animal. It looked like paws of a cat or wolf, but he could not tell. They moved in the direction of his cottage, coming from deep in the forest beyond the creek. He followed the tracks around trees, and he noticed the tracks never moved where he would be able to see the creature in the open. They moved close to his cabin and ended at the creek bank where it narrowed, surrounded by rocks. He crossed the stream and found the tracks again heading around the cottage. His skin crawled as the footprints went to his window then stopped, apparently vanishing.
Jenni and Connie, arms around each other’s waist, stepped down to the nightclub floor in sync. Connie’s job was to show her off to the crowd. Jenni could barely contain her exuberance. She looked out through the flashing lights and pounding music at a sea of guys in all shapes and sizes. She could feel their eyes watching as she stepped naked onto the floor. Connie pulled her over by Jessie stood at the end of the bar.
“Ever drink tequila?” Jessie asked.
“Once or twice,” Jenni replied.
“Here then,” Jessie said, handing both Connie and her a half glass each of Cuervo. “1800, the good stuff.”
The three of them clinked glasses, tilted their heads back, pouring it in. Jenni’s eyes teared slightly as she shook her head.
“Wow,” Jenni exclaimed.
“Yeah, that stuff’ll put some hair and your chest,” Jessie said. “Now you girls get out there and show these boys what you got.” Simultaneously grabbing each one from behind, he gave their cheeks a squeeze, pushing them out to the crowd.
The floor was packed with tables, every seat taken. Guys were everywhere. Connie laced her arm around Jenni’s waist, pulling her through packed tables, and proceeded to explain the in and outs of stripping.
“First thing you have to know is guys can’t touch the girls,” Connie said, to a tall lean man trying to put an arm around Jenni. “House rules.”
“That’s no fun,” Jenni replied, looking back over her shoulder as his hands slid over her ass.
“The girls do all the touching,” Connie continued. “Guys give girls money to be touched in the right way, and sometimes they give you money for just nothin” Jenni smiled, too excited to hear anything Connie said but played like she was listening anyway.
“Now, about the pricing,” Connie said.
“Pricing?” Jenni said.
“Yeah, pricing,” Connie explained. “You don’t think they get this for free?” As she twisted Jenni around, pushing her through a wall of guys with octopedal appendages.
“Five dollars for a lap dance.”
Jenni looked up, twisting her her head questioningly.
“You’ll learn. Now, what was I sayin? Oh yeah. Lapdance cost five, handjob cost ten, and a blowjob cost twenty.”
Jenni wasn’t exactly sure she was talking about, but she got the gist.
“Now fuckin, some girls charge fifty, others seventy-five, and still a few get away with a hundred. But you can’t do it on the floor, you have to take it to a private room back there,” Connie said, pointing to the doors arranged across the back wall. “And them rooms come with a twenty dollar rental fee, plus you get a bouncer who stands outside.”
A big shit eatin grin went from ear to ear across Jenni’s face. She was all for the fuckin.
“Now you watch the other girls to see how they do it,” Connie further explained, “and you just do what they do. It’s how I learned. Comm’n now, let’s take a walk around the floor.”
This happened years back, when I was still in college, but while I was back in my home state for summer vacation. I was hooking up with my friend’s ex, the first girl I met who was kinky, and our kinks happened to complement each others – she was submissive, loved anal sex (I think more than vaginal), and had wonderful curves. We hadn’t done much besides some spanking and fingering, but there was a lot of talking, and while I was at college she had masturbated on Skype for me a few times.
We ran into each other in the city and were planning on hanging out that evening anyway, so she invited me over to hang out for a bit before whatever we had planned. She wanted to shower and change before it, so she went to do that, but, knowing my predilection for panties, left her black g string sitting on her pillow.
We were scared, horny, nervous, excited… its crazy how you feel as soon as you leave your comfort zone! But we were both determined to finally start living our fantasies :)
Just for context, we are both extremely turned on by the idea of sex with other people, group sex, seeing each other with someone…
Also, see our post history for photos/vids of us if you want ;)
We got to the club and sat in a couch in the middle, we had brought a couple bottles of wine so we started drinking, and “stalking” everyone there haha, as discreetly as we could we’d just look around and whisper what we were thinking about everyone to each other..
Sadly enough we weren’t seeing any couple we liked, so we just decided to relax, enjoy the wine, and worst case just have some fun by ourselves in the private rooms… (the club had a lounge/bar – where we were sitting – several private play rooms, a dungeon, glory holes, another lounge, and an orgy room – exciting!!)
some of you guys probably figured out what city I live in, and that’s ok. considering that people can get lost in a city of 6 million people in over 600 sq miles of land, it’s easy to not to run into people for years.
which is great when doing plenty of Craigslist meetings.
I was doing the rounds of mandatory medical things a man my age have to do and was quite frankly, I was tired of it. at the last minute my doctor ordered me to take a series of tests and to head to another doctor a few floors above him.
I groaned and I looked at my watch. 3:30. if I’m lucky, I might be out by 4:30.
no such luck. there were people way ahead of me. accepting defeat, I pulled out my laptop to keep up with the office and do a little redditing.
as I’m eventually called up, I go through a battery of tests, doing various things while doing some casual flirting with the nurses and telling them jokes. finally, I get to see my doctor. so they shuffle me away to some small room and wait. and wait.