During a kinky house party my partner and I hooked up with a trans woman that he’d been chatting with, we’ll call her A. There was a couple doing an impact scene on the medical table in front of us. Sounds of pain and pleasure filling the room. On a white leather chaise I got on my knees and leaned over my partner’s lap and started sucking his cock. (One of my most favorite things to do!) With my ass towards A, she shoved her fingers inside me. My partner reached over to unzip her jeans and started stroking her cock. I was so turned on by the room of spectators, the fingers inside me, and the dick in my mouth that I kept cumming, soaking the floor and the leather chaise we were on. From what we were told by the spectators in the room it went on for over an hour. It was so fun!
Tag: BJ
The ‘thank you’ blowjob[FM]
I’ve been thinking about ‘slutty origin stories’ lately. Reading about your experiences has given me some inspiration. I wondered at what moment I became the kind of proud slut I am today and I keep circling back to a simple kind but slutty act: saying thank you with my mouth.
The first of these came when I was 19 in college. I mostly just fucked guys I dated. I was a nursing student, but struggled mightily with biochem. Another guy in my class offered to help me out. He was cute, Indian, very sweet, but decidedly not my type. I wouldn’t have passed the class without his help. I knew I was taking advantage of him. He had a crush on me even if he tried to hide it. At the end of the semester, before we all went our separate ways, I asked him if I could thank him in any way. I played it coyly, “Is there anything I can do for you? Anything at all?” with big doe eyes. He wouldn’t bite, so I put my hand on his crotch and asked again. He didn’t really say anything. He was nervous. But I whipped out his dick and went to work. It didn’t take long.
[F4$$MMMMM] Sister Anna Enjoys the Cock-Pleasure Business
**Perhaps you have seen videos of me with my mouth, pussy or anus full of big, thick, glorious, eager, cocks.** Perhaps you have seen bursts of semen splashing my face. These things happen. Perhaps you are a boy, and you have jacked your own glorious, eager cock, and spurted your own cream as you watched these videos. These things occur. Human occurrences on a daily basis. I usually get paid very well for such videos, though 80% of the time, the people involved do not really give a rat’s ass about each other. They are there for the cash. Everyone gets used like a slab of meat. 20% of the time it is not so bad, with a few normal, rational humans involved. Once every few years, one or two of the people involved even love each other.
Meeting a stranger leads to my first [MM] encounter
Quick note: This story happened five years ago when I was 25 and 3-4 months after ending a five year relationship. It ended up being a life changing experience for me and kicked off a period of self-discovery that helped me figure myself out post-breakup. There are a few paragraphs of build up, so if that’s not your thing, I marked where it picks up with *** if you want to skip ahead. Enjoy!
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If you’ve driven on an interstate highway in the US, then you’ve seen them.
“BEST ADULT XXX, TOYS, AND LIENGERIE!!! EXIT 201-B IN 52 MILES!”
And then there is another one…and another one…and another one. What’s a horny twenty-five year old man on a solo road trip supposed to do? Well, first you think, “Huh. Look at that”. Followed by “This dry spell has lasted quite some time now.” By the third billboard you’re contemplating if you should treat yourself to a fleshlight just to give your right hand a break. The fourth billboard approaches and now it’s decision time. Exit 201-B is in 1 mile, and the cruise control is set to 75. You have less than a minute to decide. My ADHD brain was never very good at impulse control anyways.
Sorority hazing orgy (fantasy)
The night Lexi had been waiting for finally arrived. Lexi, an 18 year old freshman had been pledging her dream sorority. Pledging this house had its challenges. The process was meant to turn these inexperienced girls into sex addicted whores.
In order to become initiated the girls of Lexi’s pledge class were to be sexually dominated by the sisters. They had to agree to every submissive term without question. The pledges stood in the middle of the room completely naked. The room was purposely cold so that all their nipples were hard and perky. The sisters were standing in a circle around them. They all were wearing their sexiest lingerie and had various sex toys in their hands.
The sisters of Lexi’s sorority were well known on campus. The pledging process taught them how to be whores. By the time they became sisters they had mastered their blowjob, dick riding, titty sucking and clit licking skills. Lexi’s mind raced as she looked at the sisters who were eying up their picks.
Sydni, the pledge master, explained to that the room that nobody was forcing them to stay. If a pledge couldn’t handle being dominated they were free to leave. If they refused a command from a sister they were dropped an could not return.
I [F23] made a bet to my boss [M35] during the IPL Finals and gave him a blowjob in front of my colleagues [MF] #walkofshame
Warm greetings to my fellow readers. I’m Aparna, 24, working and an independent lady living in Mumbai. I hope you all watched yesterday’s CSK vs SRH match cause I did. I also managed to watch Sunday’s CSK vs RCB in person with my boyfriend. I was talking to my boyfriend on the way home and it reminded me of that one time I made a sexual bet during IPL 2019 Finals and lost it. So I’m here to confess one of my sexual encounters that happened 2 years ago.
About my body, I’m 5ft 4, brunette hair and brown skin, a pretty oval face, beautiful 36C cups, sexy legs and a plump ass that I didn’t appreciate back in the day.
I’ll give you some context before I tell the actual story. I love, love cricket. Growing up in a family that always watches cricket matches, I eventually grew to love the sport and watch it all the time. This happened during the Indian Premier League Final 2019. For westerners who have no idea what it is, it’s like the Superbowl of India. I was 23 at that time and working for a big firm as an intern. I managed to get a ticket for the IPL Final at Hyderabad. I even booked plane tickets and was excited to see the match. But work got me occupied. What’s worse is that I have to attend a meeting in Delhi with my team on the day of the final match.
How I ended up fucking my college professor
I was always attracted to older men, especially older authority figures. Their intelligence, competence and maturity is so hot, especially when compared to guys my age. I always wanted to date a professor, there is nothing more attractive than seeing an intelligent man passionate about something.
I never wanted to fuck my professors to increase my grade. I was a straight A student. What I wanted to do was impress a professor with my knowledge so they would take a special interest in me. And one of them did.
He was an older professor, around 60. Not the most attractive person physically, but seeing how passionate he is about what he teaches and the natural charm he has when interacting with us got me slightly interested in him. And apparently he got interested in me. He started sending me complimentary emails, each of them being bolder than the previous one. I also would have noticed him staring at me while I was sitting in my sit before class, and he would often stop me after class to talk. Nothing he ever did was inappropriate, but the sexual tension and his curiosity was obvious.
Road Trip Upstate (FM) (Voyeur) (Masturbation) (Blowjob)
This is a story between Gabby travelling with her boyfriend upstate for the weekend and Neil a trapper, who lived in the local area.
Gabby –
I was finishing work for the weekend and was looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend out of the city with my man. He had a small ranch type cabin which had horses and fields and plenty of space for my dog to run about in. So as he was due to pick me up I moved to the locker room to get changed. I pulled out a nice comfy t shirt and sweat pants to change into, as I was doing so, I debated with myself, then I though nah. I pulled down my panties and put them in the bag. It had been a long week since I fucked him, and I wanted to enjoy every moment I could with him and I planned on not waiting till we got to the cabin before I got my claws into him.
Andy –
[FFM] Discovering her fetish
Ava was a housewife like any other. She would wake up early in the morning to do her make up and make a lovely breakfast for her husband. He only deserved the best after all. After he left she would spend her time keeping the house tidy and doing little things like yoga and meditation to keep herself fit and happy. Lately she had picked up a bird watching hobby, which was far more interesting than people gave it credit for.
They had their ups and downs but it was a happy marriage. That is until one day she found what looked to be the leftover traces of purple lipstick on his collar. She brought the shirt to her nose and inhaled deeply. There was clearly a woman’s perfume lingering on it. So strongly that it couldn’t just be a quick hug. She knew it right then that her husband was probably cheating on her.
The Forced Babysitter[Fmmm][Straight][Non-con][Bondage]
(Author note: Hey there! Everything in this story is 100% fictional. Ageplay is involved. This story won’t be for everyone, saw an old hentai with a similar beginning but it was never finished, so I thought I’d reimagine it for fun. Let me know if anyone out there wants me to keep writing it!)
**The Forced Babysitter**
My name is Mimi Harper, and this is the story of how my life completely changed at the hands of three young boys. I’ll start at the beginning…
I was twenty-two years old, freshly out of college where I slacked my way to only an associate’s degree in multimedia. I was pretty good at photoshop and video editing, but I was only great at it if the project was something I was really into. I was, honestly, a bit lazy. See, my dad died when I was a baby and my mom remarried fairly rich. My stepfather was alright, but he didn’t ever really want anything to do with me. My mom passed away when I was a teenager. After turning eighteen, my stepfather set me up in a nice house and gave me a monthly allowance to live on. We seldom spoke, and to be honest, we both kind of preferred it that way.