Sticking [M]Y Dick in Crazy A[F] was Totally Worth it (Long)

**This is a really long one. The good shit starts at the asterisks**

Please forgive the typos, I’m super turned on rn.

Alright, here it goes. My plunge into the other side of the post.

I’m a long-time lurker here and avid consumer of steamy narratives. Honestly for most of my life too. Even as a horny, hormonal chimpanzee of a teenage boy, I preferred poetic fuck-tales to pornos. Don’t get me wrong. There’s a handful of video’s floating on a layer of internet scum, that when I come across I turn into a got-damn werewolf. 

But seriously, there’s nothing like firing up the imagination station with some well-written stimulus to transport my mind, heart, soul, and dick into an alternate dimension where I am super good at sex and everything feels really good. Ya know, rather than this one where I’m kind of ok at things and its bit of a wash between what feels awesome and what is scary as hell. I think it was Aristotle who said, “No one knows how to noodle your noodle, quite like your noodle.” The circle of life is a beautiful thing. 

Free Apartment Comes with a Cost

I lied there, face down, naked on the carpet.  As usual, I was instructed to stay there until he was gone.  From behind me I could hear him approach the door to leave.  I heard the sound of his camera snap on his phone.  A light chuckle and then the smack of his lips giving me a kiss goodbye.

As I heard the door close behind him, I could feel his cum starting to drip out of me.  I lied there for a minute, feeling a mixture of deep satisfaction and guilt.  Finally I rolled over, and as I started to get up, more of his cum trickled out of me.  His thick loads used to be a turn on, but now it seems it’s just a mess that I’m left to clean up.

I walked to the bathroom to take a shower before class.  I stopped in front of the mirror to look at myself, and take the obligatory ‘selfie’ that he was expecting me to send him.  “Leave everything on when you take the pic”, he insisted.  I stared at the ball-gag still in my mouth…my limp penis…my red knees…the leash hanging from my neck.  I looked down at the knee-high boots he had bought me last week, which didn’t really fit and were pretty uncomfortable, but were a big turn on for him, so I wore them.  I took the picture, and with some hesitation, sent it off.  He immediately replied..”you hot fucking slut”.  Hot?  I wasn’t so sure.  Slut?  There was little doubt. 

How I [F] got face fucked by my teacher [M]

It was my last year in highschool and I had just turned 18 two months before school started again. A little description: Short, dyed brown hair and blue eyes, fit, F cup breasts and a somewhat large ass.

English class has always been my favorite, but after I came into the classroom, I saw my teacher. He was arguably the worst teacher in my school, as told by my friends who had him the year before. During class, he’d just yell at everyone. One of the things I hated the most were his so called “jokes”, which were just borderline mean. He would always say how he’s the boss in the classroom, not us. Also, he’d always expect us to use “sir” when responding to him. It just seemed as if he had trouble controlling his private life and tried to bring back that control by sort of “dominating” his students.

Despite him acting that way in class, he was actually really nice. I’d sometimes talk to him after class and he’d read my writing and give me feedback on it.

After my wife got a boob job [MF]

The little hottie I married, Gwen, had nice perky little A size boobs, they looked fine because she was petite and wore size 0 Jean’s. She was a lot of fun and wore nice sexy bra and panty sets. But she was set on getting a boob job.

Don’t get me wrong but I had to talk her down from D size boobs and we settled on a nice full C. After they healed we went out to pick up some new bras for her. We went to Vicky’s to pick some out. We started with a nice looking leopard print set with a matching thong, then picked up a hot pink set, and a blue set with white polka dots. She went into the dressing room to try them on.

I was standing outside the dressing room when one of them opened up with a sales girl walking out. Behind her was a tall slender tan girl in a black bra and Jean’s. She just smiled at me, and left me thinking she enjoyed the little quick show she put on. Just after that Gwen opened her door and only slightly stepped around it to show me the leopard print set. As hot as she was before she was now even hotter. She motioned for me to join her in the dressing room.

Almost got caught by stripper’s crazy ex boyfriend! [MF]

This was a wild and funny one. This happened ti back in uni days.

One night after a long day of classes, I went in search of a bar to get a drink and smoke. The only one I could find was attached to this small strip club. So I got my drink and sat outside the club.

Shortly after one of the girls came outside to invite me for a lap dance. I told her I wasn’t here for that, and I’m just having a drink. She sat next to me and tried to make small talk before asking if she could just sit in my lap. I honestly wasn’t in the mood, but allowed her to.

While I tried to drink she kept grinding and leading my hand over her pussy. People were staring but I didn’t care too much. When my drink was done, I got up to leave and she asked for my number. I gave it to her and went home.

24 hour sex slave [MF] [hands-free] [blowjob] [exhibitionism]

Preamble: my wife likes it when I write her sexy stories. This time I gave her several themes to choose from, and she chose “24 hour sex slave” – so this is that.

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**Part 1**

You’re lying in bed. Even after all these years, you think to yourself, this bed is so comfortable, You feel like you could sleep all morning. It was already 9 AM — the longest you’d stayed in bed for close to a decade. The kids were gone on a weekend trip to Chicago with their grandparents from Texas which meant you really could sleep all morning if you wanted to. But regardless of how comfortable you were you didn’t want to sleep the day away— you had other plans. You could hear me moving dishes around in the kitchen.

“Alexa, set a timer for 24 hours,” you hear me say from a distance.

“24 hours, starting now.” she replies.

Loaned the wife out as a birthday present [FMF]

Kind of a convoluted story about how we got to this point, but about a year ago, our neighbor a couple blocks over gave her clown husband his walking paper. We’ll call her Sarah. Sarah and my wife are well-acquainted. Wears her hair bleached blond and short, also tall and fit like my wife, but with a slimmer, less curvaceous figure. She’s cute and perky. They do cardio-and-brunch dates every few weeks, and after the drama started getting dinner and drinks so Sarah could vent and get some moral support.

After a while, a lot of that girl talk started coming back to sex, because Sarah was happy to be single again and living her life, trying the things she didn’t while she was married. She’s a busy professional and jumped on some dating sites, and got a nice rotation up and running for herself pretty quickly, including another professional across the border in Montreal who is crazy about her but keeps it casual. We’d seen him in her driveway a couple of times.

GANG BANG ON THE BUCKET LIST [mmmmmmmmmmmmf] [gangbang] [bukkake]

I’ve been taking a yoga class at my gym recently. The teacher is a smoking hot, blonde from Sweden — muscular, but not in a disgusting sort of way. She’s still got perky tits and a great ass that jiggles when she walks. I started taking Inna’s class because I wanted to strengthen my core. But a few other guys take the class just because they enjoy watching Inna get on her hands and knees to do cat/cows.

After class, once we all retreat to the locker room, we often discuss how sexy Inna is and how good she must look naked. One of the guys then turned to me and said, “Hey, you should ask her out!” They all joined in, egging me on to ask her out. And so, I did.

The following week, after class, everyone poured out of the studio, except me. I lingered, pretending to check something on my phone.

“Hey, thanks for coming!” Inna said, as she grabbed her stuff and headed for the door.

“Any time. I think you’re great,” I said.

“Thanks!”

“Hey,” I said, as I held the door open for her. “Would you wanna get coffee or lunch one day after class?”

How I [M] achieved my highschool dream of banging a teacher [F]

Just as a disclaimer , I’m quite new on Reddit , this post is written from mobile and english is not my native language .

So get your pants down and turn on for the cast:

Me – 18 yrs old me , actually
Natasha – A music teacher , 35 yrs old , married . She was and still is hot as hell for her age.

12th grade started and I usually went at a bar to have a Redbull each morning . The bar was full of people from my school and we all knew each other . I sit down at the table with some friends and one of them keeps bragging about banging Natasha and saying that we should give it a go as she seemed easy to pick .