Tag: BJ

Femdom in the Real World – Married M&F

It had been a normal Sunday morning: we went out for espressos, spent an hour straightening up the house, ate an early lunch…married, domestic stuff. We've been married for five years, so had our routine but don't have kids, allowing for quite a bit of flexibility. But generally, Sundays are for slow sex.

Christmas season is my busy season at work and after an entire week of filling orders, I had no energy for kink the night before. A glass of wine and I crashed. So this late morning, after coffee and cleaning and lunch and a quick shower, I sat on the couch, scrolling through reddit, waiting for my wife to finish with her bath. I fully expected slow, Sunday sex.

I was excited, for sure, as anybody would be, but I was sorry to have missed my chance at submission the night before. Our femdom/sub roles don't extend beyond sex but I surely needed it. I needed not to be in charge of things at work. I needed not to have to make decisions. I needed not to worry about costs and overhead and creative control.

I figured, "Well, a quick fuck and a drink would do me good anyway." Read more »

[f/m] Bathtub Blowjob

My boyfriend [21m] have I [22f] been together for five years, currently living together in a little one bedroom apartment. I'm May and he's Tim. I've always had a higher sex drive than him, but to be honest, in the 1.5 years we've been living together, sex has fucking skyrocketed. I'm pretty naturally submissive, so there's a whole lot of quick casual blowjobs. I figured I'd share a cute, simple thing that happened the other night.

We have a full bathtub in the apartment, which is cool because all through college we'd been dealing with shitty dorm showers. Well I love the bathtap and the cetain…ahem…pleasures that it brings me, but both of us just like sinking in and soaking in hot water.

The other night we'd just finished up a movie and Tim decided to hop in the bath for a bit. I was settled into the couch with my phone and reddit when I see his face pop out of the bathroom. He gave me a little look and I knew it was on. We've fucked in the bathroom a ton, but I decided that this would be different. I know how much he loves being in the water. Read more »

Third (and best) time visiting a hooker

EDIT: First time visiting a hooker

Second time visiting a hooker

My experience with the memorable handjob by my busty friend in Pimlico provided plenty of wanking material for the following months. It was my default memory anytime I jerked off without porn and I'd replay it over and over, picturing those milky white tits and my cum glistening on them.

I moved to Finchley in North London not long after. My new place was big and soulless, my housemates friendly enough though. One of them was a girl called Sarah who was a bit chubby and had decent sized tits. She was timid and quiet and her boyfriend spent a lot of time at the house. I once caught a glimpse of her naked arse through her slightly ajar door. I stopped and looked but as quick as I had spotted it she had moved out of view. I would often find myself staring at her bosom when she wasn't looking, imagining my cum spraying as she wanked my hard dick. It was pure fantasy though. There was no way anything would happen there. Read more »

How I [21M] cheated with my high school best friend (21F)

Hi everyone, it’s my first post on Reddit and english isn’t my native language so please tell me if something sounds weird !

The story I’m about to tell you happened a few years ago. I was hosting an Halloween party at my parent’s house (we have a nice place with a pool and not a lot of neighbors, so ideal to party !) and my girlfriend back then couldn’t come because she was studying really far away.

It was basically me, my sisters and 30+ friends of us, including some of my girlfriend’s friend and my best friend Anna.

Anna and I knew each other since the first year of high school, we used to take the same bus every day for at least 45 min. We always sat next to each other to talk, so we deeply knew each other personality, private and sex life.

She’s a petite blonde with a great body (I’d say a good B/ small C cups) and she exercise regularly. I’ve always thought that she was hot but never really wanted to date her because I knew she was not really the "faithful" type (sweet irony). But sometimes, listening again and again to her story describing precisely what she was doing with her body was a big turn on, I can’t deny. Read more »

Pervy Germans Pt. 2 – Finger-fucking on the Autobahn leads to high-velocity blowjob, veritable shower of cum [f/m]

This is the first time I've seen the foreign boy toy since my last story.

He's driven countless hours through tough conditions to meet me at the airport, and recounts his harrowing tale as we hit the highway for the long drive back to his hometown. We catch up, joke and belt out Michael Jackson songs (we are in Germany after all), but really, all I can think about is how I've spent the past 2 weeks fantasizing about wrapping my lips around his dick as we race down the Autobahn; riding him in the front seat; being bent over in the back seat, and then on the hood, and then somewhere in the woods. (It's only been 2 weeks, and yet it feels like forever.)

We eventually pull over to a rest stop for a bite to eat and for the first time, he is able to sit back and look at me without car horns honking. We take a moment to drink each other in before leaning in, and what begins as a series of soft kisses, exploring tongues and tasting quickly escalates. Soon we are grabbing at one another, licking, biting and making out like horny teenagers, in a rest stop parking lot in broad daylight, surrounded by semis full of interested truckers. (I am not sure if he notices this, but I certainly do, and it is kind of a turn-on.) Read more »

Finishing in a Nurse’s Tight Pussy [M/F]

We started kissing in the kitchen. I was still in my suit from work, a dark navy one with brown oxford shoes and a light brown belt. She had just come from the hospital – but before her shift had ended, she had changed her underwear at my request. For work, doubtless something functional, beige or cream. But now, as I kissed her neck, I could see the top of her B-cup, pink and black lace.

I ran my hand down the curve of her ass, feeling the thong underneath, matching. I knew, because I'd bought them for her. With my left hand, I reached up and lovingly undid her pony tail. I could hear her softly breathing in my ear as my right hand slipped under her hospital scrub and found her perfect stomach. We'd met on OKCupid a few months ago and started hooking up. She had gotten busy on the night schedule at one of the big hospitals in the city, and I had a big case dumped on my desk, so our relationship was largely text based for a while. She would text me quick shots of her in the on-call room, and dirty requests. She wanted to know when I was masturbating, and we'd masturbated together on the phone a few times. We had some basic ideas of boundaries, but I know that she'd been with a few other guys. I'd asked her, over text, to tell me about the encounters. Read more »

Second time visiting a hooker

A couple of months after my lacklustre visit to the Soho 'model' I had still not got my big tit fix. I had fucked a girl I worked with not long after, an American girl called Joanna. She was a little taller than me, maybe 6"1, very slim with tiny A-cup tits. She was an average lay, didn't put much into it and her blowjob skills were nothing to shout about. It was, thankfully, a one-off.

I walked towards a phone box one Wednesday night in Victoria. Without hesitating I walked inside and picked up the receiver. I mimed the action of putting a 50p in the slot and dialled a random set of numbers. I didn't like the thought of someone seeing me and automatically assuming I was looking at the hooker adverts. I started a fake conversation with nobody as I browsed the adverts stuck to the windows. There was an awful lot of transexual adverts and glossy images of girls who clearly weren't going to be the one to open the door if you visited. I settled on a handwritten advert without a picture – 'New! Very curvy! Very Busty! 38FF!' I grabbed the card from the window and stuffed it into my pocket. I hung up the handset and left the phone box as a guy walked past me, looking me in the eye but I was unable to judge his thoughts. Innocent, I hoped but it didn't matter at all. Read more »

MMF- Another young awkward virgin guy, this time on a camping trip.

Recently I've been getting a bit of a "natural" fetish going on with women. Hairy armpits, legs, you name it. So I had the wife grow out her bush, I tried the armpits and legs and got blank stares. Can’t win them all I suppose but it’s been turning me on and I wanted to make it the theme of our next virgin cherry pop. Our friend this time was an interesting character, coworker of the wife and a scrawny typical nerd type. Blonde and brown eyed, the guy was super shy in general and my wife had teased him back and forth about popping his cherry. I don’t think he ever took it seriously and it was hard to even make eye contact with him according to her. She often hung out with him on their own but the poor guy was too nervous to ever do anything with her. Sad really, I would have love to hear all about it. But, because she trusted him she wanted to set a plan where we wouldn’t use protection with him and we would finally have him lose his virginity to her. While doing so in a very natural setting and because I wanted her to be filthy with absolutely zero cleanup for my own selfish fetish reasons. Read more »

From Stripper to Hooker [FM/FF][oral][anal][prost]

I'd been stripping for about 6 months. It wasn't my first choice, but I'd been unable to find a job since graduating with an engineering degree – it seems people just couldn't handle the idea of a pretty, female engineer.

It was an ok gig, and it more than paid the bills. I certainly didn't get off on it like I hear about with some girls – it was just a job.

One evening after my shift, the club manager called me into his office. He told me there was a message on the office answering machine the day before asking about hiring a stripper for a private party. He said they didn't do that (something about insurance), but I could have the number for $50 if I wanted a little side work. I'd heard other girls mention this arrangement, so I was pretty sure he wasn't scamming me, and I figured I could probably make good money doing the party in less than an hour, then still make my shift at the club, so I handed over the cash, and he gave me a torn piece of paper with the name "Mike" and a number. Read more »

First time visiting a hooker

For as long as I can remember I've been a boob guy. The bigger the better, always. I would wank myself to whatever pair of boobs I found on the internet or in magazines when I was a teenager. I lost my virginity at 18 to a girl called Katie who had lovely D cups with large pale areolas. The sex was fantastic at the time. In hindsight, not so great. For years afterwards I would picture those marvellous breasts swinging in my face as she bounced on top of me. It was around 5 years until I got a feel of anything bigger than a C cup and it came courtesy of a hooker.

I'd had a couple of girlfriends in the years after Katie, and a couple of one-night stands. They were all smaller in the chest department unfortunately, but I would take whatever I could at that age. By 22 it was really starting to bug me. My mates didn't know I was a tit lover because I didn't want them to think I was staring at every girls chest. I kept my desires to myself. Read more »