I’m [20sF] finally getting closer to convincing my professor [M] to fuck me

**Note: Professor/student, teasing, sadism, CMNF, cunnilingus ahead. Enjoy!**

I do my nails every so-often: cuticle oil, filing, base coat, color, top coat, correcting tiny smudges with a Q-tip dipped in polish remover. It takes longer than shaving, hair, and makeup combined. If I match the color to my underwear then it wasn’t you who decided to have sex tonight. There’s something relaxing about spending an hour on idleness, listening to a podcast while I doll myself up for you. And yet I hate being told to do it—so my reaction when you text is exactly what you’d imagine.

*I don’t recall my obedience being part of this arrangement.*

Relative to recent sexual history, I’ve been shockingly obedient with you. Downright subservient even. You inspire a quiet curiosity with little room for brattiness. And on the occasions I do feel like being bratty?

My timing is impeccable. You have class in ten minutes and you’re typically fifteen minutes early. To avoid any untoward disasters, I send my photo five minutes before class starts. The white underwear you picked out, tugged down so that my tattoo is visible. The red bows, partially hidden by two nail polish bottles.

A Star Returns: Chapter One 21+ [M44/F43] [Cheating] [Busty] [BBW] [Cleavage] [Oral Sex] [Bride] [Sports] [Straight Sex] [Interracial]

Chapter One: Welcome Home

“Thanks for the invite,” I said as I looked around the large room.

There were many people gathered for my friend’s sister’s reception. I call him my friend loosely as we had only recently reconnected through social media, and by recent, I mean like a few days ago.

“No problem, Turbo,” Ted said as he smiled at me.

“That was ages ago,” I said, shaking my head.

It was amazing how that name had stuck around for so many years, even when we were in high school.

Ted’s name was Stretch because of his long arms and ability to palm a basketball easily. My name was obvious. I had been the fastest person on both our football and basketball team.

“Can’t believe you returned home after all these years,” Ted said with amazement.

“Yeah,” I shook my head.

It had been sixteen years since I had come home to this mid-size town. It wasn’t a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. It was what some would call suburbia. The one thing different from all the other suburbs was this place was a football town. Everything stopped for the high school football games.

[F]23 fucked in a club toilet by a black stranger

I got on some dating apps and received a message from a guy that wanted to add me to the guestlist for a popular club that he worked at. I hadn’t yet been so I decided to accept it. I showed up to the club and we had a talk during his break. He was a very handsome German dude, tall and muscular, and I definitely wanted to fuck him. Unfortunately he had to return to work at the bar.

I was exploring the many dance floors and dark rooms of the club when I was approached by a well dressed man from Cameroon. He told me he had to come up to talk to me because I looked so different to the rest of the crowd in the club that night, that there was something special about me. I rolled my eyes.

Room For Four [Group]

No-one could remember whose idea it was, but its genesis was moot anyway. There were four of us going to a music festival – two guys and two women – but we had only managed to book one “family room” at a local budget hotel. One double bed, one single, and one child’s single bed. So the girls had to stay in “the smelly boys’ room”, as one of them had put it.

Ours was an odd group. There was Chris, a mostly-harmless nerd with a unkempt black hair, a genius level IQ, and an aversion to social cues; and Ellie, extroverted, hilarious and oddly naive. The life of the party and when we’d been at school, just one of the boys.

Or at least, she had been when we were at school. We were in our mid-20s now and while she was still every bit as funny and charming as ever, she’d blossomed into a beautiful young woman and shaken off both the insecurities that made her dress like a 14-year-old skater, and the naivete that was so often a source of entertainment.

[M]y New Girlfriend [F] Jamie Turned Out To Be The Slut I Thought She Was

See my profile for prior DECADES OF PROMISCUOUS PARTNERS true stories. This is Part 13.

After breaking up with my long-term girlfriend Gina who with my permission, became a promiscuous little slut for other men for the last few years of our relationship, I was on the lookout for another girl who was promiscuous by nature and boy did I find one. The company for whom I worked had their annual Christmas party at a local bar. After the party finished, me and a few coworkers hung around as the bar started letting in regular customers. One of those customers caught my eye immediately. She had shoulder length black hair, piercing blue eyes, tattoos, a killer body with and amazing ass. She was wearing a pretty short skirt with fishnet stockings. I continued drinking and within a half hour or so, she was seated at a table with one of the bar workers who I sort of knew. I had quite a few drinks in me and was pretty bold. I went to the table and sat next to her and joined in the conversation. She was acting particularly friendly toward me and at some point our knees touched together under the table. I left my knee in place, as did she. After a few minutes of this, I rested my hand on her knee under the table and she kept talking to our mutual friend, pretending like nothing was going on. I slowly started sliding my hand up her leg, rubbing her thigh. After a couple of minutes of this, she turned to me and said, do you want to run to my apartment around the corner so I can let you borrow that book we talked about.

Home Not So Alone [MF]

Anya was suddenly awake, her eyes open as the July sunrise poured through her windows and bathed her in its glow. She listened, but heard only the silence of an empty house. She smiled. All alone.

It had been a stressful final semester, essays and exams wiping out her social life for six months straight. She hadn’t even been able to properly celebrate her 21st birthday. So when Anya had learned that her housemates were moving out the day after graduation, she was initially disappointed. The last chance of their adult lives with no responsibilities or consequences, and they were all disappearing into London, to placements and internships. Straight onto the corporate ladder.

Not Anya. She’d decided to spend the Summer doing everything she’d either missed out, or failed to get the opportunity to do, over the last three years – beginning with living alone. It had only been two weeks since the others had left the house but Anya was already worried that she might never be able to go back. No crowding in the kitchen; no waiting for the shower. She had even taken to walking around the house naked, as she was now. It felt liberating.

The Hidden Slut [NonCon]

Call me an asshole, a bastard. Tell me I’m a terrible person, manipulative and conniving. I don’t care.

I saw what I wanted and I found a way to get it.

I’d seen her around the office for a couple years. It was impossible to have not noticed her. She had kind eyes and a bright smile. Her body was just a little soft after a kid or two but that only served to accentuate some incredible curves. She had these tight, pinstriped pair of black pants that shaped her hips …

I’m digressing. The point is that I noticed her. So I quickly noticed the change in her, it was obvious if you were just paying attention.

Her clothes started getting a little tighter. Her skirts started getting a little shorter. And her shirts started dipping just a little lower.

She was looking for attention.

I knew from the few conversations we’d had that she was married and was happy. She loved her life, her kids, her friends. She loved her husband.

[FM] Revenge, big cock, and cocaine

When I was 20yrs I was madly in love with my high school sweetheart. We’d been together since we were 17yrs old and as far as I was concerned I would end up marrying that guy.

That was until on a girls’ night out, an acquaintance of both of ours let it slip that she’d heard my BF had hooked up with some hostesses at his job (we were both waiters at the time).

I was drunk, furious, and devestated. I confronted my BF over the phone and he admitted that what I’d heard was true. We were living together at the time and I decided to move away to another state to live with my parents and put my life back together. He was very apologetic and tried his best to make it up to me. As much as I wanted to go back to normal I just couldn’t. However, I continued to engage in a long distance relationship with him hoping eventually things would get better.

The Game – Part 1 (Fiction)

**TRIGGER WARNING!!!!! Contains mentions of Consensual Non-consent, Druging (Roofieing), Somnophilia, Hunting or Stalking, Sex and Sexual Content, Sexual Assault, R4pe, Public Sexual acts, and more possibly triggering sexual implications and activities. This work is a work of fiction and any possible connections drawn to real people or places are purely coincidental.**

They came up with it late one night lying in bed naked and high after a particularly intense evening of play. They lay there both breathing heavily still basking in the afterglow of being one with each other in the most primal way. Sweat still clinging to them glistening in the faint dull lights of the room.

“My God!” He choked out through the smoke of the joint he just lit before passing it to her.

“I… yeah… wow!” She replied through laboured breaths as she took the joint and took a hit of her own. Just then an idea came to his head one that he never thought could come true.

“You know what would be interesting?” He pondered aloud taking the joint back from her and hitting it again. While he did she slowly and gently kissed his torso.

Helping out my brother by Fucking his Drug Dealer [FM]

It all started when I was 18 and my brother Mark was 21. Our mom was never around, and Mark was the only family I had. We grew up together and were very close. But as we got older, Mark started to change. He started hanging out with a new group of friends and doing drugs. At first, I was scared and didn’t want anything to do with it. But as time went, I started to feel left out and wanted to fit in with them.

Mark’s friends were always around, and they had a way of making me feel welcome. They were all so cool and confident, and I wanted to be like them. So, one day, Mark finally caved and let me hang out with them. I remember feeling nervous but also excited to find out what all the excitement was about.

We started smoking weed together, and it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I loved the way it made me feel, and I wanted more. But soon enough, they convinced me to try cocaine. I was hesitant at first, but I gave in to the temptation and tried it.