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Later that night, I made her beg – [M]y secretary and I in the south of [F]rance, Pt 2

Pt 1 is here :)

At this point I had received what was undoubtedly the best blowjob I had had in my life. In hindsight, and after receiving a few more, I realized that it wasn't because she already knew exactly what I wanted, it was that she paid attention and did whatever my hands interlaced in her hair said within the limits of her gag reflex. She learned quickly, was enthusiastic and loved the taste of cum. This was a magic combination, to say I was surprised to learn this after my first impression of her being bound up tighter than the textbooks she was so fond of would be an understatement.

At this point I was naked from the waist down. She was curled up in my lap, still wearing her little sundress. The skirt was open so her bare thighs were against mine.

This got me hard again almost immediately (good boy!), but I wasn't going to do anything with it quite yet. Instead, I kept rubbing her back and watching the sun set. Post-orgasm, I was regaining faculties of rational thought faster and faster and resisted the need to throw her over my shoulder and drag her off to my dungeon caveman style. So I did nothing, and instead developed a plan. Read more »

Giving head to my Marine friend [F/39][M/30]

I have a fantastic Saturday night a few weeks ago with my Marine. I wake up the next morning thinking of him. Of course I wanted to see if I could tease him… maybe even see him? I never performed oral love on him before and although it's intimate to me, I love to do it.

The scent of your cologne still lingers on my pillows. I think of how I desire your touch. I want to explore you with my mouth.

He responded to my text very quickly

That sounds really nice… I want that so bad

So I push the envelope

I'm very good.

^{^I} ^{^can} ^{^{brag,^{^right?}}}

He responds

oh are you, now I'm really hard

I can feel my pussy swell. I know I'm wet. I tell him. He tells me he's rock hard and begs to come over. NOW. He asks if I can make him cum with my mouth because that would be amazing. I suppose being on a battleship with a bunch of sailors and marines is pretty much a floating sausage party. He's solidly hetero and didn't dabble while on the ship. I stop teasing and tell him to come over. Read more »

Craigslist Blowjob (F/M)

In 2013 when, I was 19 and was inbetween my freshman and sophomore year at college I was at home. I had only given handjobs up to this point of my life and was very scared about giving a blowjob. I decided I needed to just give a bj to someone that I would never risk seeing again, just to get it out of the way and see if I liked doing it/if I would do it completely wrong. After looking for days and getting messages from total creeps, I finally found someone that seemed normal (thank god he was). He was in his 50s I think, but I figured since he was older, it wouldn't be risky hooking up with someone that knew me. We also agreed to meet outside first and that if I felt uncomfortable, I could leave. So we agreed on a night, I told my parents I was hanging out with one of my friends, and I drove to his house. He met me outside and gave me a hug and asked if I still wanted to come inside. I did, so we went inside and sat down on the couch. He was watching baseball and we awkwardly talked for a little about school, my major, and there was plenty of awkward silence. After I'm guessing what was 15 minutes, he asked if I was ready to "do this". I said yeah and he moved over closer to me and started rubbing my leg (I was wearing soffe shorts and a cami). I started rubbing his leg too (he was wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt). He then started rubbing and squeezing my boobs. I moved my hand over his dick and rubbed a little bit and felt it growing (I have to admit I love seeing/feeling a dick get hard). Then, he asked me if I would get naked. I said sure, so I stood up in front of him and took off my clothes. He took off his shirt and pulled down his shorts. He was circumsized, was about 6'' to 7'' (I'm guessing) hard, and small balls. He started grabbing my butt and rubbing my pussy. I was really wet. He asked me if I wanted him to lick my pussy, but I said no, I just want to give you a bj. He was surprised but said he wouldn't complain. I got down on my knees in front of him and grabbed the base of his shaft, then started to slowly jerk him off. After a few tugs I thought to myself, "well, he we go". I went in and gave it a few kisses on the head, then kissed down his shaft and back up. Then, I licked it (it just tastes like licking your skin, but smoother). I put it in my mouth and started to move my head back and forth. I looked up and he was staring at me with his mouth open. I asked if it was good and he said it was "amazing", so I kept sucking it. I couldn't put it very far in my mouth cause I would gag. I could sometimes put it deep in if I went really slowly and tried to relax my throat. Every so often he would grab my boobs or put his hands on my head and move it. After a little bit, he said he was gonna cum, so I put my face near his dick and started jerking him off. He said he doesn't cum far or much at all, so I sat back and continued to jerk him off. He came and his cum oozed down over my hand. I slowly got all of the cum out of his dick and held it in my hand as he went to get a towel. As we were cleaning up he said he hadn't had a blowjob for 30+ years and that it blew his mind. I said thanks and quickly left. I could still taste him in my mouth as I drove home even though he didn't cum in my mouth at all. I ended up hooking up with him a few more times and the last time, swallowed. Since then, I have hooked up with guys at college with both big and small dicks and have swallowed lots of cum. I guess they have Craigslist and a 50 year old man to thank for their blowjobs.

Kids These Days

The video shows this: A cell phone moving through the kitchen at a loud party, in to the living room. A strobe light, loud hip hop. Young bodies grinding against each other. Wonky guys hoping to see some action. The women dance and flirt, but push the guys away at the last moment. Teasing is fun. The cycle repeats as the phone moves through the crowd, bumping against swishing dark bodies until– Read more »

Be Careful What You Wish For.. #Part1&2 [MFF][RELUC][VOY][ORAL]

PART 1 – The Encounter

So my wife Jennifer and I have been together 5 years, lived together for 3 of those and married for 2. Our sex life has always been.. lacking. Vanilla. For the want of a better word, boring. She is a beautiful woman, standing tall at 5'9 and with a tight athletic build, dark brown eyes and hazelnut hair down between her shoulder blades. She just isn't that sexually active. Maybe it is just me, maybe she's not really that attracted to me. Either way, as time went on and sexual encounters became few and far between, my gaze started wandering elsewhere, craving attention where I could find it.

That is when it all started. That is when she arrived.

Sat at my desk at work one day, I hear my co-worker showing round the new hire. I couldn't be bothered with this, I had far too much work to do, but I hear the gentle rapping at my door and the handle being tugged on before I even invited them in. * Sigh. * What's the point of knocking if you are going to invite yourself in? I wasn't even going to look up from my paperwork. Read more »

Be Careful What You Wish For.. #Part1 [MFF][BDSM][FDOM][RELUC]

So my wife Jennifer and I have been together 5 years, lived together for 3 of those and married for 2. Our sex life has always been.. lacking. Vanilla. For the want of a better word, boring. She is a beautiful woman, standing tall at 5'9 and with a tight athletic build, dark brown eyes and hazelnut hair down between her shoulder blades. She just isn't that sexually active. Maybe it is just me, maybe she's not really that attracted to me. Either way, as time went on and sexual encounters became few and far between, my gaze started wandering elsewhere, craving attention where I could find it.

That is when it all started. That is when she arrived.

Sat at my desk at work one day, I hear my co-worker showing round the new hire. I couldn't be bothered with this, I had far too much work to do, but I hear the gentle rapping at my door and the handle being tugged on before I even invited them in. * Sigh. * What's the point of knocking if you are going to invite yourself in? I wasn't even going to look up from my paperwork. Read more »

Watching netflix while wife goes to town [m/f]

Throwaway for obvious reasons

Backstory: We have been married for almost 4 years already, and known each other for other 2. When we meet, both were quite inexperienced in the sex department, learning with each other while our relationship keeps on growing more and more. She is not a big fan of tacking my dick on her mouth, she even hates precum, trying to clean it every now and then whenever she notices there's some, if I ever get head without me asking for it, means I did something right, which makes what I'm about to tell you more amazing (swallow is a no no for her).

Just so you know, I'm not well endowed, pretty sure I'm average with a 5.4" with around 4" of girth at the base. She says its perfect, loves to ride it.

On to the story

It was sunday, we had spent the afternoon watching netflix and chilling…. really watching netflix and chilling, trying to get around all the shows on time for the new seasons to start or that already started (Gotham, Arrow, Flash, Walking Dead, etc) Read more »

You[m17-23] don’t quit Crazy[f17-23]. Crazy has to quit YOU.

First of all, there is one simple rule for Dating Crazy: You don't quit Crazy. Crazy quits You!
I dated Crazy (her real name was Lacey, but the last few years I've always refered to "the crazy ex-girlfriend" or just "Crazy"). She was way way on the wrong side of the Vicky Mendoza Diagonal. I've seen her deliberately miss spotting another cheerleader doing a fall-back from a high stunt simply because the other cheerleader had been #1 on a "rank-all-the-cheerleaders-by-who-is-hottest" poll that went around school. Crazy was #3. #1 ended up in the hospital with a sub-cranial bleed. Crazy waited four years until #2 got married, and then slept with #2's husband while #2 was pregnant and then "accidentally" got caught blowing him in the half-painted nursery. Crazy for #1!
No denying that Crazy was hot, though. Otherwise, why would I ever have put up with her? She was an "all inputs" girl, taking it all the way down her throat as often and as enthusiastically as she took it all the way up her ass. Road head? Mandatory. Fucking while staying at her parents house? Better be prepared for some awkward breakfasts because nobody's going to bring up the subject of who was screaming "fuck me!" at 2AM last night even though everybody knows who was screaming "fuck me!" at 2AM last night. Public sex? Risky sex? Damn straight. Three-ways? "I'd like you to meet Heather, my friend from French 101." Crazy was a ball-sucker extraordinaire. She could make you cum from it. I've never met anyone else who could make a man cum from sucking his balls. I don't think I spent a weekend with Crazy where I didn't cum at least five times- and five would have been a LOW number. I once calculated how much of my cum Crazy had swallowed in the six years we dated- it was well over a gallon, and there wasn't a day when she didn't tell me she wanted more.
Two of my favorite stories about Crazy are the time when I came back from a meeting to set up my internship. We were both juniors. It was January. My birthday was in a couple of days. We'd been apart for a whole week. For Crazy, this was a "situation." Something had to be done. Something big.
When I got to the airport, she was dressed in a trench coat, holding a mylar balloon with "Happy Birthday, #1 Boyfiend" on it. We slogged out into the frigid Nebraska slush to where her car was parked. Despite the nearly empty lot, it was parked far from the terminal. We trudged over, balloon and luggage in tow.
When we got there, Crazy tapped me on the shoulder as I was loading the stuff into the trunk. I turned around to see her unbutton the trench coat and drop it to the ground. Underneath, she was bare-ass naked. I think it was like -5F at the time. Her nipples could have cut steel. She squatted down, took my cock out, and gave me a few quick sucks before yelling "holy fuck! it's cold out here! get in the car!"
Then instead of getting dressed, she threw her coat in the TRUNK of the car and climbed in the driver's seat.
The parking lot attendant got a nice long look at Crazy's stiff nipples and smooth-shaven pussy that night. I'm 100% sure his wife got the fuck of her life that night.
I came twice during the drive home. When Crazy decides you need to cum again, you cum again. She doesn't stop, not even to swallow your first load. It hurts like hell at first, but watching her gulp down two full loads of cum (sometimes even three) is worth it. The first load gets worked up into a kind of froth. You'd think it would act like extra lubricant, but it doesn't. It sort of makes the inside of her mouth and throat a little sticky. Doesn't stop her, though. Post-orgasm torture, some people call it. Maybe for a minute or two, but after that it's a damn fine way to drive home.
The rest of that night was standard Crazy. We fucked. She took it up the ass, several times. She started crying about how everybody hates her, how all of her friends are bitches, how I didn't call on Tuesday and she was sure it was become I was out screwing some skank, how if I didn't get it up NOW I'd never get another blowjob from her in my life. You know, standard Crazy. It was a valid threat- blowjobs were the only time I had five straight minutes without Crazy sounding, well, Crazy.
The other time was a little while after Crazy came in #3 in the "hottest cheerleader" poll. We were driving around looking for a gas station we'd heard would sell beer to under-21's if you flashed titty at the register operator. Crazy flashed like a dozen gas station attendants and got nothing but bug-eyed stares. So fuck it, we were just going to drive around while Crazy rambled on about how much she hated gas station attentandts and fuck them for not giving her beer. Best damn tits in Nebraska should get beer just for being the best damn tits in Nebraska (to which I voiced my strongest agreement, in an effort to ensure continued access to the best damn tits in Nebraska).
Then Crazy yells "STOP THE FUCKING CAR!"
I screech on the brakes and look for whatever had been about to kill us. Zilch. Not another car in sight. All I see is a strip club with…
Oh. Amateur Night Competition. At a strip club. Should be right up Crazy's alley. And having been right up Crazy's alley, I could tell it would be a hell of a ride.
So I turned into the parking lot and find a spot. Crazy was already in the back seat divesting herself of panties and bra. A few minutes and a couple of waivers of liability later, we're in the strip club doing shots with other "contestants." Turns out the other contestants weren't amateurs. They were just strippers from other clubs. Crazy's never been on a stripper pole in her life, so she's getting real nervous as contestant after contestant gyrates and swings like pros. Which they are. But Crazy's got one thing they don't have: She's underage and doesn't give a fuck. That's two things, actually. Oh, and she's way hotter than any of the "girls" who've gone on before. Which would be three things, but it's pretty dim in there so you can't honestly see how skanky some of them are.
So Crazy's turn finally comes, and she gets up on stage. She's supposed to do a two-song set, tittys out on the first set, bare-ass on the second. No self-touching, no touching by patrons, and a bunch of other rules. Scoring is by how many $1 bills get thrown on stage. Crazy yells up to the DJ. "Fuck it!" she says. "Turn up the fucking lights, and I don't need any fucking music!" and then she strips right off. Bare-ass naked with the house lights full on. Then she starts fingering herself and rubbing her clit, right in front of God and sixty drunken Nebraskan rednecks. All hell breaks loose. Crazy get practically covered with cash. The house mom storms out about three minutes into this. Crazy walks out of the club, disqualified but clearly the undisputed winner, butt-naked and clutching handfuls of cash. I follow, carrying her purse, shoes, and dress. Fucks given: zero. Sex that night: fucking insane. (epilogue to this story: Crazy went back the next night, spit in the house mom's face, and got physically ejected by bouncers while I tried to negotiate a night without police reports.)
Crazy never changed the entire time I dated her. Marriage was out of the question. I was willing to spend six years in mortal terror, but a lifetime? Not even a consideration. But it really wasn't my choice. I tried to break up with Crazy a couple of times. Never a good idea. I once made it an entire weekend- and then asked her to take me back because I had no idea how a butcher knife got embedded in the bed next to me. I never even woke up. Never told her it was because I was afraid she's slit my throat, either. I just called back and said "Baby, I was soooo wrong. Can you forgive me?" The next time I tried, she just looked at me and said "are you stupid or just forgetful?" I went with stupid. Worked just fine.
It all ended one day when Crazy and I got home from Wal-Mart and found that the check-out clerk had failed to credit Crazy $1.45 for a discounted item. Wal-Mart was a twenty mile drive from our apartment, but fuck you if you think you can short Crazy $1.45 and get away with it. She screamed about how she was going to rape kill that checkout clerk until her vagina bled into her asshole and she'd poop through her pussy. And that was some of the milder stuff.
If you're wondering why I went along with this, it was mostly for safety's sake. I followed Crazy to these things in the hopes that I could at least contain the damage. My job was to keep sharp edges and blunt objects out of Crazy's reach and maintain a keen eye on the horizon so we could get out of there before the cops showed up. This time, I was successful on the first objective but not so much on the second. Crazy blazed into that Wal-Mart like an avenging angel, rage-bound to do as much psychological damage to that checkout clerk as possible, hopefully make her cry and maybe even drive her to suicide. It's good to have goals in life.
Unfortunately, local cops were already there dealing with something else (I have no idea what). Neither of us noticed them until it was too late. About the fifth incoherent screamfest and seventeeth death threat, the checkout clerk pushed a panic button and Crazy found herself on the business end of a can of pepper spray. The list of charges was impressive, as was the sight of Crazy being carried out of the store on the shoulder of a 6'4" oxen-huge black cop.
Miraculously, Crazy beat the rap. Being insanely hot and having a rich daddy go a long ways towards obtaining justice. The charges were dropped, and the closest she got to punishment was a letter from Wal-Mart telling to stay out of every damn store they had, or would have, in the fucking entire universe. Not in those exact words, but the implication was clear.
I never got to see any of that because Crazy dumped me the next day after getting arrested. It seems that my failure to wade in and fight four very large and very armed cops for her was unacceptable. Note that I was not dumped for failing to talk her out of driving twenty miles to beat the fuck out some register drone, nor did I get any credit for taking away her "self defense club" (a spiked monstrosity that looks like something that Bowser would use to peg his boyfriend while complaining about "that bitch Princess Peach.") Nope. I was either gay or a coward or both because I didn't pimp slap a cop.
Oh, there was lots of post-breakup sex. The thing is, Crazy never really quits you- Crazy just shows up at 2AM for drunken anal sex because she knows you're engaged and wants to fuck it up for you. Which works because you're never going to date anyone half as hot as Crazy, and she knows it. You're fucked for life because nobody- and I mean NOBODY- does a single sexual act (oral, anal, doggie, missionary, in a chair, up against the wall, etc.) as good as she does. Most days, you're just happy to not be afraid anymore. But if Crazy calls, you're like "uh, Honey, there's something I have to take care of down at the office," and fuck you you're cheating on your wife & kids and you KNOW Crazy's got it all on camera in case you ever try to say "no" later on.
Crazy got married a couple of years back. She broke up cheerleader #1's family and married the guy. Three kids without a dad and a wife now a single mom just because some assholes in our high school ranked her above Crazy. It wasn't even her FAULT! None of the cheerleaders knew it was going on at the time. But fuck you if you get picked before Crazy. As far as I've heard, #1's ex and Crazy are still together. She called me the night of the wedding, sobbing hysterically about how she still loved me, and that I'll always be the love of her life, and that she doesn't want me to ever be out of her life. It was like being on the other end of the conversation that Sharon Stone has in the movie Casino, only with fewer mobsters. I hope. Anyway aside from one other time where she texted me while her new husband was fucking her in the ass (at least that's what she said was happening) and blaming me for "abandoning her," I haven't heard from her since.
So with luck, Crazy's finally quit me.
I've been dating a much calmer girl for a while. Things are going great, although it must kind of suck having someone like you because you're NOT particularly hot or sexy. Who knew that the lack of fear is an aphrodisiac?

Kids these Days

The video shows this:

A cell phone moving through the kitchen at a loud party, in to the living room. A strobe light, loud hip hop. Young bodies grinding against each other. Wonky guys hoping to see some action. The women dance and flirt, but push the guys away at the last moment. Teasing is fun. The cycle repeats as the phone moves through the crowd, bumping against swishing dark bodies until– An opening. A couch against the wall. Some people are watching and laughing, others are steering clear and pretending nothing's going on. A guy with bleached blonde hair and gym-toned arms lies naked on the couch; a young woman in her bra and panties fellates him at one end of the couch; another young woman as naked as he sits on his face, gyrating. The cell phone pushes right up to a close up on the face-sitting woman. Her eyes, when they flutter open, are glazed over and red. She's on more than just something. Her mouth is parted in this strange suspended moan of pleasure; no sound is coming out, but the way she's moving she seems to be enjoying herself. Chuckles from behind the camera. A voice says, "Dude…" It pans down to the young man below her. He swishes his head from side to side. He's holding her hips with his hands and moving her around on his mouth. He's doing most of the work; she's doing some of it. The camera shows the point where her crotch meets his face and finally the young man pulls back for air. He can't be older than nineteen. Some innocent baby-face pudge. But also a glaze of vaginal fluids and eyes that look beyond stoned; this kid is blacked out. He realizes now that he's being filmed. This is how he reacts: he grins widely, raises one hand to the person behind the cell phone and gives the camera man a high five. A voice says, "Dude, you don't know where that hand's been…" The man goes back to his work. Read more »