How I fucked the hot milf from my kickboxing class 24 [M] / 44 [F]

This story goes back to my third year of grad school in a STEM degree. Between research and classes it hardly ever left me time for a social life, and the few precious free seconds of the day I did have I would spend it working out and attending my gyms kickboxing classes. As you can imagine this didn’t leave me much time to interact with people near my age group, much less meet much girls. To make matters worse I had to attend kickboxing classes in the morning on Saturdays so that I could work straight through my weekends.

Most of the crowd in kickboxing on Saturday mornings consisted of older people mostly, with me constantly being the youngest. During most of these practices I would interact and engage in casual conservation with an older woman who was a single mother to a young child. For the sake of privacy, we’ll call her Sarah. Sarah was forty four years old, Caucasian, with long brunette hair that went up to her shoulders. Her face looked kind of aged, as she was already showing some wrinkles around her face, but not anything too unappealing. Her most striking features was that she was incredibly in shape, she would run early in the mornings, go weightlifting, and do martial arts. This gave her an incredibly toned body with a great ass. Nothing too voluminous, but it was a nice full white girl ass with decently sized thighs. She had a strong core with natural 32Bs which made her look stunning, and seeing as how I hadn’t had any action since I got into grad school I naturally tried to start conversation with her.

Staying Employed, Part 12 (MF, Reluctance)

The following week Ballard took me on my hands and knees in his office. It was obvious he’d been looking forward to it, the way he mounted me and didn’t last long before I could feel him spilling his seed inside my pussy. I left his office fighting off tears without saying a word. It didn’t seem to matter to him.

The next time he had me come at the end of the day, and I entered his office to find him naked, waiting for me. With a gesture and a word, he had me strip out of my clothes. Ballard lay down on the ground in his birthday suit, and his cock was already hard. He was anticipating this, whatever it was going to be.

“Bring that pussy over here,” Ballard said with a small smile. I arched a brow, but he said “It’s mine now, remember?”

With a small shrug, I walked over to him, breasts jiggling, and straddled his face. His hands came up immediately to grab my ass, and his tongue darted out to touch my lips. My other lips. He slid his tongue the entire length of my slit, and I gave a small involuntary shudder. When he did it again, a tiny whimper passed my lips. Encouraged, Ballard licked my pussy up and down in long strokes, and before long I was wet despite my desire to leave.

The time a [F]lat tire got [M]e laid

(Warning this is a somewhat slow burn and pretty long, also gets somewhat rough as a trigger warning)

So I was fortunate enough to be able to take a few months off work in the fall/winter of 2020. I spent about three months traveling around road tripping, camping, and in general exploring all over the U.S. I started my trip in New England to catch the colors and enjoy the region before the weather took a turn for the worse.

I had found myself in Rhode Island exploring some old stomping grounds in Providence. With the Pandemic in full swing things in the area were almost dead. As a result, I had reached out to some friends and family and decided to take the suggestion to visit a semi famous seafood restaurant in the area…Let’s just call it Leo’s.

Wife and I spent the night in a hotel with a longtime MILF friend of mine [FFM]

I’ve posted several stories on here before, but I’ll try to give a quick breakdown of what led to our experience this past Saturday.

My MILF friend (54), let’s call her Mia from now on, and I (33) started a regular sexual relationship about 15 years ago. I went to school with her son and we would hang out occasionally but eventually just drifted apart. To my surprise, his mom was always willing to chat and text with me. We were both clearly attracted to the other, and before long we were pushing the limits of where our conversations led. I hadn’t even really wrapped my mind around where this was all heading by the time we met up after class for the first time. Our little fling built into a pretty intense thing, but had its ebbs and flows as we both moved around and our lives took us different directions. Until Saturday we hadn’t been together in about 4 years, shortly before I met my wife.

Took us [f40, m31] four attempts, but we finally got there. Long. [FM]

So I posted on raomd back at Christmas time, got a bunch of responses, hooked up with two of the respondents and would generally consider it a success. The real story begins at Round 4.

Me – 40, kinda mediocre mom bod, not quite a cougar, but not opposed to going younger. Short curly hair, nose ring, tattoos, 5’4”. 32/34DDD breasts, depending on the bra, size 8-10 depending on the jeans.

Sweet Home Alabama (respondent 1) – 31, fit, short and curly dark hair and around 5’10, or 11. Can’t remember.

To start out, Respondent 2 ate pussy like a god, but he didn’t seem to understand that misrepresentation of your looks and weight aren’t really a good way to get repeats. I’m not gonna say I’m a model, but I’m always super honest with what I look like. Plus, he wouldn’t leave afterwards, kept trying to pressure me for more, and I didn’t want to. BLOCKT. Take notes on that one, gents.

Reminiscing about how I stumbled into [M39]y [FF]irst threesome back in college (long)

Edit: This ended up getting quite long and I had to actually write about a separate escapade first to lay the groundwork for the threesome. Will indicate when the MFF happens.

Our recent shared milestone of a year of lockdown got me thinking about how much I miss spontaneous, unplanned sex; especially with someone I’ve only just met that day. Even before the pandemic, it was hard to imagine that happening anymore. Everyone’s gotten so comfortable planning them through dating apps or reddit personals that even something that’s supposed to be wild and spontaneous had a structure applied to it.

Seems crazy to think about how much time was invested in all the swiping, vetting, ghosting, one-night-stands, or fwbs that eventually fizzled out amicably (or not so amicably). Not to say that there weren’t some good returns on that investment over the years; I’m just nostalgic for the moments that developed in a more spur of the moment fashion.

Me 22 [F] serviced 4 daddies in an all taken care of trip to Vegas..

One of them was getting married.. and it was his bachelors. We met through..you guessed it.. reddit and they invited me over as they were not sure if they would find girls in there due to the pandemic and shit. I was planning to relocate and hence liked the idea of having a bit of money handy..lol.. and could REALLY use a vacation after this entire ‘rona thingi.

2 of them were in their mid 40s and the groom and one other guy was in his late 30s, not that i care.. I always find older men hotter..lol.

Well, Lets just say I knew why I was there and so did them.. we started the drive from LA (where I was located) then and one of the guys asked me if I would give the groom a ‘start of the trip’ blowjob.. Lol, I did as I was asked.. and deepthroated the shit out of his cock. After which, goes without saying, the rest of the daddies followed..lol.

On our drive, which took us about 5ish hours I blew them twice.. and the groom three times.. When we reached Vegas, It was just crazy..haha.

[MF]x3 A strange sequence of events led to the best 24 hours of [M]y life.

This is the story about how I managed to have four sexual encounters with three women in one day. This takes place back in early 2007. It was a big year for me, a huge time of change, but this tale takes place a few months before all that. It’s a long one, so buckle up folks, it’s a helluva ride.

I had just turned 23 and had been dating this one woman (who we’ll call Scarlet due to her hair colour) for a couple years but we were on-off constantly and at this time we were ‘off’. Despite this we’d still sleep together and often she’d crash at mine (sharehouse with 4 others) if she were out on the town as I wouldn’t be using my bed and her place was a while out of town. As for appearance, she looked similar to Amanda Seyfreid but with dark hair and a killer hourglass figure, bordering on pear. Crass to say it this way I know, but Scarlet has booty for days. And 14 years later, she still does.

A Quiet Night at Home with the Harem (f/m, light d/s, fsub, domestic bliss, breeding)

If your life is anything like mine, you should know that I have a lot of work to do reading and vetting slave resumes. A slave is someone who I just tell them to do something and they do it. It’s a great honor for them, faceless, nameless, anonymous pretty slaves that have sacrificed a great amount of time and money to be here, on their knees. I think this specific night I had been thinking of, one of the agriculture slaves, one of the Gardner slaves I had, whose job had been walking out in the morning in the vast fields of roses and tending to them, had been sold to a botanist who could make better use of her talents. God that twin red headed’s bitch wet, warm mouth felt so good around my shaft, her tongue kept swirling around the head as she lovingly, gently, put her hand on the back of her sister’s head as the sister started licking and slow slicks up and down my ball sack, tasting the skin and the hair and the taste of cum and pussy juice from our earlier session that made her mouth water.

A Quiet Night at Home with the Harem (f/m, light d/s, fsub, domestic bliss, breeding)

If your life is anything like mine, you should know that I have a lot of work to do reading and vetting slave resumes. A slave is someone who I just tell them to do something and they do it. It’s a great honor for them, faceless, nameless, anonymous pretty slaves that have sacrificed a great amount of time and money to be here, on their knees. I think this specific night I had been thinking of, one of the agriculture slaves, one of the Gardner slaves I had, whose job had been walking out in the morning in the vast fields of roses and tending to them, had been sold to a botanist who could make better use of her talents. God that twin red headed’s bitch wet, warm mouth felt so good around my shaft, her tongue kept swirling around the head as she lovingly, gently, put her hand on the back of her sister’s head as the sister started licking and slow slicks up and down my ball sack, tasting the skin and the hair and the taste of cum and pussy juice from our earlier session that made her mouth water.