So… I got face-fucked last night. Just got on my knees, opened wide and let him use my mouth to cum. And I loved it. [FM]

I worked last night. Started off good then got really slow and by the time we closed, it was dead. Jeff (the manager) gave me “the look” and told me to come back to the little office… and I knew he was ready for a blowjob. I was totally down to give him one, of course (I love sucking cock), but honestly I was also really tired.

So when we got in there, we got right down to business. I got down on my knees and unzipped his cock (he really has a gorgeous cock), started stroking him, and then looked up and said… “hey, do you just wanna, like, fuck my mouth tonight?”

He was kinda speechless for a second. “Sure, if you’re cool with that.”

I gave him a sweet little smile. “Totally. I’m just really tired. Just hold my head and use it.” Then I opened wide and stuck out my tongue for show.

The ski vacation (cuckold, cum-eating)

I was lying on my back, on the floor of my buddy’s Colorado ski condo. I had broken my left leg and right arm on our first day skiing. My wife Gale was taking care of me, but the whole thing was horrible: we couldn’t fly back to the East Coast until I was in better shape, and my insurance wasn’t going to pay for hospital stays, so for now I was on the floor. My buddy is Vin, who is a tall, athletic mountain man. We’ve known each other a long time.

Gale is a cute and energetic wife who is always game for fun and adventure. She wears braids, and striped knee socks with skirts, and is an expert skier (she was a hotshot on the high school ski team). She also has perky tits, always shaves her plump pussy mound, likes to suck me, and lets me fuck her pretty much any time I want. We have sex 3 or 4 times a week.

HE TURNED ME INTO A PORNSTAR [mf] ][puke] [piss] [facial] [creampie]

I met Shane at a farmers market. It was a Saturday. I was buying kale. He walked over to me and said, “The only way I like kale is blended up with so much fruit and yogurt that you can barely taste it.” I chuckled and said, “That’s how I make ’em.”

He smirked and said, “Yeah? Maybe you’ll make me one some day?”

We exchanged numbers. Texted for a few days. Met for drinks. He couldn’t take his eyes off of my body. I knew what this was going to become. A one night stand. And I was okay with that. It had … been a while …

We went home. We fucked. I sucked his cock. He ate my pussy. All fairly generic but somehow intoxicating and wonderful. I swallowed his semen. His load was powerful. He kept pumping into my mouth. I had to swallow twice and then licked his tip clean. He told me it turned him on to watch me suck his cock after it had been inside of me.

“Do you like the way you taste?” He asked as he kissed my neck.

“I do,” I said

Performing Sex Scenes on Stage – Ultimate job satisfaction (30f) [FM]

Let me preface this anecdote by stating unequivocally that I am *not* an actress, nor for that matter have I ever held any particularly strong aspirations toward becoming one. Learning lines is a tedious and torturous exercise comparable only to last minute panicked exam revision, while actually acting in front of an audience tends to offer all the enjoyment and thrill of a particularly intense and violent stress migraine. Plus the whole ‘acting’ thing requires a degree of actual skill and talent which, if I’m honest, seems to largely elude me. (This may all be simple false modesty. In one early school production I was reviewed as ‘adequately portrays the character…’ High praise indeed, I’m sure you’ll agree.)

However, University is nothing if not a time for experimentation and pushing one’s boundaries so, being the arty, creative and largely unbearable type, I signed up to various performing societies. The less that is said about my so-called ‘Dramatic’ performances the better, as I quickly realised my forte was very much crafting the words rather than delivering them.

My favourite of these groups was simultaneously the most ridiculous and amongst the most pretentiously middle class pursuits I’ve ever embarked upon – a sketch comedy collective.

It’s Always the Quiet Ones [MF]

Just after my 29th birthday I left the city behind for a more rural aspect. The city and I never got along. I grew up in the vast open spaces of Lancashire, Yorkshire and Scotland. Feeling hemmed in and surrounded by way too many people, not to mention the chronic pollution, this move produced a feeling that it was somehow going back to my roots and the natural order of how it all should be. The new house was over an hours drive from the last one in Leeds, West Yorkshire. I soon found that almost all friends had decided it was too much of a chore to visit. Those that did visit the new place made it plain they wouldn’t be making the journey again. Two of the latter were girlfriends who were quite happy to have fun without any huge commitment but not when it involved driving that distance. I suppose you could say that the time, fuel and effort involved in such a sojourn are most definitely a commitment of sorts. A great many of those friendships had been formed through a shared interest you might say of religion. Humans can be quite a fickle animal at times.

Being a good neighbour part 2 [MF]

If you’re just here for the sex, follow the headings.

If you also want the build up and some talk, you can read the whole thing.

After our first encounter, I did not have to wait long.

The build up:

I was downstairs, collecting the mail. Just some old bills already paid and a catalogue. But I wasn’t paying attention to any of that. For the past few days, she hadn’t left my mind. Her soft moans, her rugged yet smooth body, her juicy lips, her hot cunt kept swirling around in my mind. I didn’t want to go to her house for more, lest I come off too eager but I couldn’t control myself either. After the incident, she got pretty busy with her daughter and making some adjustments, so we only had time to exchange a few words and winks. While thinking all of this, I ran into her.

The invitation:

I [F] fucked Daddy [M] with a dildo until he came.

Introduction: I have a Daddy in my home state. Daddy had a live-in girlfriend until a few weeks ago. I went back home this past week and finally got to see his house…and have some fun.

***

Daddy bought a house during COVID, but I never got to see it because his ex had moved in with him. After she moved out, we finally made plans for me to visit. Our plans were under the guise of me seeing his house for the first time, but we both knew that there was more to it.

Daddy had been stressed out because of his ex for the past few months, and my horny self had gotten on his nerves quite often recently. I told him that he could smack the dumb slut out of me when he saw me next, and he agreed that I deserved it. Before we hung out, we agreed that he would spank me with a paddle (a first), let me give him a blowjob, give me a toy to play with (another first), and even wear a pair of panties that I had cum in previously. It turned me on so much that Daddy had thought of these terms all on his own.

I [M]eet people from reddit. Here are my stories. Part 5 – An awkward age gap and weed fueled cumshot

Today’s story will be about a college student I met looking for a fuck after classes, let’s call her K. I will admit this is the youngest person I have met from here. As always, I will not be sharing usernames unless given prior permission, so please don’t ask. I do, however, welcome comments, chats, and messages.

I responded to K’s post on r/dirtyr4r looking for a quickie between classes or after her evening classes. We chatted a little while via reddit and moved to snap. I was honestly wary that she was catfishing me because of the way she responded to some of my questions. However, she was kind enough to verify herself via pictures and video, so that put me at ease. I think our age gap just made the conversation a little awkward and I couldn’t properly read her. We eventually decided to meet on a Saturday afternoon because my work schedule and her class schedule did not line up well enough to make it work between or after classes for her.

[MF] How I accidentally became an amateur porn star

Sometimes life gives you foreshadowing. In my case, it came when a very drunk fellow at a college party insisted that I was a porn star and he felt that he had to call me out on it because that was just such a mind-blowing accomplishment to him, he had to lead a toast in my honor. His enthusiasm made perverse sense, seeing as horny 18 year old guys tend to think porn is the ultimate job, although it was disconcerting that he was so interested in my involvement.

Reader, I had never been in porn flick by that point, and all my friends were extremely confused as to when I found the time to bare it all on camera, well aware that I was busy with a full class schedule and several freelance tech projects. Aware that arguing with a drunk person was a lost cause, I did as the Madagascar penguins instructed: just smiled and waved, albeit with an eye roll and head shake.

“What the hell is he talking about?” asked one of my friends.

“No idea,” I grunted out of one side of my mouth while raising my shot glass.

My Experience As A Male Stripper [Group]

WARNING – NSFW details ahead:

I’ve never shared this part of my life in detail with anybody, so fuck it, here goes:

I got into stripping at the age of 27. I hadn’t had a steady relationship in a long time, and had turned to fitness lifestyle and really built myself. I saw and responded to a modeling agencies ad, where the idea to strip was also presented to me.

Towards the end of a risqué but ultimately safe-for-work shoot, the director of the photography asked very straightforwardly if I had ever considered adult entertainment. “Absolutely not” I explained, knowing that the lifestyle of a porn actor is not one I could easily vibe with. “No no, not pornography, it’s private entertainment, for small audiences.” He explained. “I think you would take to it, and-“, he suggested playfully “you get to be the center of attention”.

Fast forward a few days and not only have I called the number given to me but I also set up an interview/audition. For the sake of privacy and discretion, I will leave out the name of the group I worked for as a male entertainer. Their headquarters was a hole in the wall studio/office where the job was explained to me. I couldn’t believe what they were describing. “No way, women pay for THAT?” I asked, amazed at apparently how common these male stripper events were. “That and more.”