[NB] first time guy had his way with queer sexworker me

This happened last night and I made the post in another sub. But I feel like this sub would also like it.

I’m going to post this here, gay isn’t exactly the right word I’d use for me but it’s more like queer. I am a proud sex worker who is kind of between gender identities. At first I was 100% trans, then COVID hit and I kind of lost touch with my feminine side. Now I came back to feeling like a girl again but not as feminine as before and honestly I just wanna be me.

This hook up happened a few hours ago. I am currently travelling for work. Short info: if you want to rake in the big bucks as a sex worker you travel and be the new thing everybody wants to be with in a new town. Add in the time limited factor and you get a ton of clients.

Today was one of these days. Someone who wanted to try sex with another person with a dick. He wanted me to come dressed in my schoolgirl outfit. After all the boring stuff was out of the way, I waited in my hotel room.

Dorm [F]lings

In college I was kinda shy. Right before I moved into the dorm I had broken up with my ex boyfriend and was ready to live some new, fun life. And I lived on a coed floor, boys on one side and girls on the other. But we shred a small laundry room and a living area.

There was a guy on the floor, pretty popular with the girls and cute. He was massive too, like built and over 6 feet. Let’s call him Trevor.

Of course I was attracted to him, but he usually had girls coming and going and I wasn’t one to chase but we had a class together and got to talking more and one night we ended up at a party and got pretty handsy and made out in the corner. I ended up leaving with friends and he stayed. I was pretty sure that was the end of that.

Teaching My Best Friend How to Give Head [M/F, Oral, Dirty Talk, Instruction, Facial]

“Wait, you’ve seriously never given a blowjob? But you aren’t a virgin, right?” I raised my eyebrow at Ella, who was seated on the other side of the couch, her wavy, golden brown hair tied up in a loose knot upon her head.

She blushed, speaking quietly while *Splatterzone Part 4: The Final Beginning* blared in the background, “No, I’m not.” The rosy color of her cheeks deepened as she squeezed her thighs together. “But I’ve only been with Ted. And you remember how, uh, *religious* he was. He said oral sex was how the devil got to you or something…” She trailed off, her attention diverted to another gory kill scene in the ridiculous horror movie we were barely watching.

Ella had been my best friend through college and now here, in our mid-twenties, I couldn’t believe what she was telling me. Of course, she had been with Ted for years, so that seemed to explain it, but I couldn’t conceal my surprise. “Huh.” I managed as I clicked the volume down a few notches. “And so…what? Now you’re too embarrassed to try?”

Caught Bluffing [FM]

Last month I finished a real-estate convention in Vegas. My brokerage had a booth and we covered things like market trends, forecasts, raw material costs and interest rates. Blah, blah, blah. It was work but it’s what I do!

For those of you who have attended these functions, there is your working floor space and an area behind your booth to conduct private negotiations, contracts, etc.

The first day was going well when I noticed a man in the next booth consistently looking my way. When our eyes met he politely nodded and we went about our business. When things had slowed I saw him walking my way. He introduced himself as Jack and told me a little about his business. He was in his forties, good shape, with a definite swagger. Maybe that’s putting it too mildly. He was cocky almost to a fault.

He explained that in his previous life he was a fighter pilot and trained in Miramar. (top gun) I’m sure many panties came off right then but I wasn’t buying the goods. He asked me to dinner and drinks after the day had ended. I graciously declined while informing him that I was happily married.

[M]e and my my [F]riends wife.[Part 2]

Please go back and read part 1 if you haven’t gives a lot of backstory to how this happens and has descriptions, introduction etc once again good stuff at ————-

After about a month of sexting with B almost daily enough was enough and we needed each other the only problem was the husband and how close our friend group was, we started talking how we could do this we where about 3 hours apart I can drive, she can’t but we agreed hotel in a new city close enough if she needed to go home she could.

We finally decided on the details of it, a Friday night in a well known hotel chain, she was going to “visit her sister” who the husband did not like so worked in our favour and I was “hanging out with some work friends”.

When she finished work she went to check into the hotel and sent me several pictures to show me she was there, I was driving down (it was about a 3 hour drive for me) and only saw these when I stopped for a break and very swiftly replied with all the things I would do to her once I got there.

Spying on my gf [F] spending time with a classmate

So my gf is the absolute opposite of shy.
Her bffs once told me they never thought that she would sattle for one man but today i found out that she still cant.

I was chilling in my room and my gf was asleep from a party she attended last night.

I went through her youtube app for watching videos as my phone is kind of broken.
Then suddenly a message comes up:

Jerome:“ hey girl with fast hands, how about we dont wait for the next party and you show me the other skills you bragged about. Also i need to see and taste what i just touched yesterday“
Attached was a dick pic (black and huge) and then another message „see its already hard for you again, hope your bf did smell your hands 💦“

I layed her phone away in shock and two more messages appeared. I sid not check as my gf got up from the messaging sound.
She walked towards me, gave me a kiss and check her phone. Her eyes widened, she blushed red and mumbled „oh babe yes its our day but i forgot about … i got some work to do with another student.. do you mind if I?
I just nodded and said“ i dont mind, who you are working with?“
„His name is jerome“
„Oh so one guy alone“
„Dont be so jealous, we hang out at party together he is a good friend!“

One mindblowing and surreal experience with a girl (21F) with major daddy issues has changed me (38M) and I haven’t been able to get that desire out of my head ever since. It’s all I can think about now [MF] [FM]

It’s so hard to explain what I’m on here for now without the full story. But I’m sure there are girls on here that would be into this. And it’s not as easy to find those girls in real life. If this story in particular sounds like something you’d like to roleplay around or re-enact in some way, you’d be rocking my world. I don’t know if it’s kink or closure or catharsis that’s made me so fixated on it and unable to get it out of my head. But I need it, if this is your thing, I’d want that.

This is almost even more surreal (and almost as sweet? I’m still conflicted about it) as it is a slutty experience in my life. It’s changed what I’m turned on by and what I fantasize about ever since that night, because it’s something extremely kinky that some people might find weird. And it’s something I may never experience again. The backstory is the very trippy context. Anyway, so here’s the story:

[23F/M] Did you have a nightmare, darling? (Mommy kink)(gentle femdom)(blowjob) (titty fuck)

I woke up to an empty space next to me. Certainly, something unusual to me so I got up and went downstairs to find him.

“There you are my sweet boy,” I whispered as he came in to sight.

My eyes still drowsy, fighting to stay open as the time read 4AM.

His legs were against his chest, arms wrapped around them as his head laid between them.

*Something was wrong.*

I treaded slowly towards him, squatting down at his level as I placed my hand over his knee.

“What’s wrong darling?”

He lifted his head up and faced me. His eyes heavy with worry. The bags under his eyes, clearly evidence of him unable to sleep tonight.

I placed a hand over his cheek, softly rubbing my thumb against it.

“Mommy’s here. Did you have another nightmare?”

He slowly nods.

You see, Caleb was a strong man. Muscles and abs in the exterior yet inside, he was a vulnerable man. And sometimes, he had nights where it felt like bricks fell over his shoulders and he needed someone to help him bare the weight – causing him nightmares and anxiety. He was a man that required to be taken care of. And that’s, where I came in..

Teaching My Friend to Give Head [FFM] (Diary Entry, Blowjob, Lesson)

November 6, 2021

Dear Diary,

I gave my friend Ava a little lesson in sucking dick today. Ava is a pretty conservative girl, so she hasn’t really been with a lot of guys. Hardly any now that I think about it. She recently has been getting wilder and has caught the eye of one of her coworkers. She was telling me that she was nervous about scaring him off by being inexperienced in bed. I decided to help her out and give her a few lessons.

I decided to start with sucking cock. An easy way to make any guy a fan of yours, is to suck a mean dick. I invited her over this afternoon along with one of my fuck buddies, Brian. “The good thing about sucking dick, is that you can do it almost anywhere. The crazier the place the better. A guy will go wild if you ask to give him a blowjob in an unexpected setting.”

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Watching Her Suck Cock in Nice [MFM]

Nice was not a place for the poor. And we, my wife Anne and I, were poor. We were backpacking across Europe on a shoestring budget. Nice was a beautiful city, but it was designed for those with money to spend. We spent the morning in the sun drenched courtyard of the youth hostel and plotted our escape to cheaper climates.

As we sat there a man ran up to use with a friendly greeting. We had first met Scott at the hostel in Marseille. Today he was returning from a trip to Monaco. He seemed desperately lonely as he raved to us about how excellent, friendly and spotlessly clean Monaco had been. Of all the people we’d met on our honeymoon, Scott seemed the most ill-suited to the life of a backpacker. Nothing, outside of Monaco, had lived up to his expectations and he complained about every person he’d met. Which was strange, since almost everyone we’d met had been extremely friendly.

The entire purpose of Scott’s trip, as far as we could tell, was to meet women who were away from home for the first time in their lives, free from all taboos and all supervision. He planned to guide these naïve young women into every aspect of their sexuality. He was failing miserably, since his only approach was to tell the women exactly that.