Jelly Belly Man fucks the Uber Driving Slut [FM]

Hey y’all,

I’m loving living in California and am certainly glad I’m not up in Kirkland, WA right now. Although I do have a lot of friends up there and am thinking of them. I know it’s only a matter of time before I likely need to stop Ubering for a bit. One thing I’ve not shared is that my husband’s mom, who is in her 80s, is living with us now and I certainly need to be more precautious of spreading any germs around that I may pick up bouncing on stranger’s cocks.

So with that I decided today to head out and find a little fun while also Ubering. After dropping off my kids at their schools in Fairfield, CA, I turned on my Uber app and started giving rides around town and in and out of Travis AFB. Just before noon I got a notice to pick-up from Jelly Belly. I honestly had no idea that they were headquartered here in town and noted they actually have a factory tour for the kids and me to see in the future. I do love their jelly beans! Yum!!

[FM] This was a defining experience for me.

The point of this is to post the entire transcript of my conversation with my dad from when I was a freshman in college. I was 18 at the time, and reading this now I can’t believe how innocent and annoyingly naive I was.

Anyway, the background is my dad and I were and are very close (but not in a weird incest-y way, before you ask.) My family is from Lebanon, but we moved to the US when I was three. My mom is more conservative, wants me to cover up and the only non-relative male I should ever talk to should be my professors. My dad is the complete opposite, believes sex is healthy and essential. I took after my dad.

My dad is a therapist and has the habit of transcribing our conversations, some therapist tick he can’t help himself from doing. Recently he gave a case-ful of the transcripts from that time to me. It used to annoy me that he would do that, but now I’m glad he did, The vast, vast majority of the transcripts were of non-sexual topics, the below is not indicative of all our conversations. This conversation started when my dad found a shirt of mine thats says “Slut” on it and he wanted to know its origins.

Five-Dollar Blowjob | Blowjob, Rough, Teen, Forced, Blackmail

**Had this idea while couple weeks back, thought I’d turn it into a shorter story!**

**Charlotte looked like** [Zendaya](https://i.imgur.com/WYiZmDK.jpg) **in my head when I was writing this btw :D**

Charlotte sat on the bench outside the desolate bus station. Under the shade of a large billboard which advertised cigarettes, she put her head back and sighed. *No money. A million miles away from home. You really fucked it up this time Charlotte.* The southwestern desert stretched out for eternity ahead of her. Dust and sand and death. A highway could be made out in the distance, speeding cars like little bugs skittering in the heat.

An old couple carrying suitcases walked out of the bus station, the old man pulled a suitcase as well, the wheel was squeaking on the boiling tarmac. Charlotte stood up as they passed, smiled as politely as she could.

‘Hey, Mister and Mrs.’ They stopped, looked at her perplexed. ‘Could you lend me some money… I can’t afford a ticket home. I’m on my way to my cousin’s in California.’

The old woman began to speak, but her husband interrupted. ‘Sorry, girl. We have no cash on us and we’re in a rush.’ He grabbed his wife and dragged away out of sight.

Starting college right [mf]

Two weeks before I started college, I went to campus for orientation. On day one there was meeting for the floor of the dorm and making friends. Day two had the women’s volleyball game, and my floor decided to go.
In the row on front of me and two spots over I saw her. 5″6, light red brown hair over her shoulders, maybe c cups, an ass like a peach, and skin so pale she’d be invisible streaking in a snowstorm. Call her July. I non chalontly left my group without saying anything to stand next to her, she turned and said hi. My friends came in and started talking to her friends, and we distracted ourselves. After the game we immediately walked into the city I had never been to for coffee. On the way we held hands. On the way back we kissed. Once we got back to her dorm, I got her number. After that I counted my lucky stars and started planning a second date in my head. She turned to me frowning and said “come check out the nice dorm building” who was I to argue that?

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**Part One**

**The Deal**

It was a beautiful summer day in southern Sweden. The sun shone down from a clear blue sky while I was driving along the fields in my BMW M6 Cab. I had only owned it for a couple of weeks and I was heading from my summer house outside of Kivik into work in Lund. When I was closing in on Loberod I remembered that there was a little Thai food wagon there that served an excellent fried rice. I drove into the small town that most people just passed through if they even knew that it existed. After a couple of hundred yards I saw the food wagon. It stood just where it used to, it must have been two years since I last ate there. I pulled up the car to the curb and stepped out. Two wooden tables with benches were placed just next to the wagon and two teenage girls sat there drinking Coke.

”Nice car”, said the first girl.

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**Part One**

**The Deal**

It was a beautiful summer day in southern Sweden. The sun shone down from a clear blue sky while I was driving along the fields in my BMW M6 Cab. I had only owned it for a couple of weeks and I was heading from my summer house outside of Kivik into work in Lund. When I was closing in on Loberod I remembered that there was a little Thai food wagon there that served an excellent fried rice. I drove into the small town that most people just passed through if they even knew that it existed. After a couple of hundred yards I saw the food wagon. It stood just where it used to, it must have been two years since I last ate there. I pulled up the car to the curb and stepped out. Two wooden tables with benches were placed just next to the wagon and two teenage girls sat there drinking Coke.

”Nice car”, said the first girl.

I[F] loooove recording me sucking dick.

i’m a huge slut that has kinks and this is def one of them. I have about 300+ videos of me just gagging on a lovely cock that I probably met from dirtyr4r or RAOBJ. All sorts of videos.

Married men holding my head back so their cock will reach the back of my throat.

Sucking cock in a parking lot.

Sloppy bj in a married mans house, on their bed.

Me on my knees in an alleyway.

Gloryhole.

Me doing a blowbang.

Gagging on a cock until I throw up.

Cumming on my face.

Sucking a soft cock until it grows in my mouth.

Getting face fucked.

Sucking cock in a parking lot during the day.

Sucking cock in my bed.

in a bar.

at his house.

on the subway.

on the stairs in grand central station.

a suite in MSG.

in an uber.

sucking his cock while him driving.

in their office.

sucking cock in the family bathroom at the mall.

[FM] Shower sex is not as easy as it looks

So this happened a few years ago. I was 19 at the time and dating this guy I had gone to high school with. Quick description of me, I am 5’2, have black hair, average-ish build, 34D chest with pierced nipples, and a decent ass, enough to grab onto but nothing to write home about. I was basically the dream big titty goth gf for all the weird kids in high school. My boyfriend at the time, let’s call him Mike, was 6’1, slightly athletic and had a big beard that I always loved, and a much better ass than me.

So we were still young, and Mike and I both lived with our respective parents while we went to school, which meant that private time was somewhat limited, and when we did manage to sneak off, we had to keep it quiet, which is just, the absolute worst, especially because I tend to like it a little rougher in bed. We had a great opportunity one weekend though, when Mike’s parents were gone away for the weekend, and we had full use of his house!

Doing JFK Proud [MF] [True Story]

I happened to be chatting with my friend Wendy tonight. I couldn’t decide which story to write next, so I gave her a few choices. She suggested I go with an oldie but a goodie, so in that spirit let’s go back to the late ‘80s…

It was the summer between my junior and senior year in college, and I was a Congressional intern working on Capital Hill. It was an amazing experience, especially at that age. I got a small glimpse into the inner workings of our nation’s government, and a bigger glimpse into the inner workings of a few lovely young interns and Congressional staffers.

It was a great summer, with many highlights, sexual and otherwise. I got a blowjob at the Iwo Jima monument, and a different night I fooled around with two women in my dorm room on the same night. Not at the same time unfortunately. But the best story was with my friend Julie.

Julie and I had gone to high school together. She was a year behind me, and we had a fun, sweet, flirtatious relationship. When we met she already had a long-term boyfriend and she and I had more of a big brother-little sister relationship, but the mutual attraction was palpable. We went to different colleges but kept in touch, and when we did see each other the electricity in our young, hormone-infused bodies was conspicuous.