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PAWG college girl submitting completely to her new lover’s amazing cock. And becomes his exhibitionist play thing. PT.2

One sunny Saturday afternoon at my place all my roommates and a bunch of our friends were in the backyard having a barbecue party it was super hot and most of the guys were wearing swimming trunks we had a few squirt guns and water balloons a trampoline and one of those small inflatable swimming pools there were about 15 guys and only like four chicks in the backyard.

Katie was the last one to arrive to the party because she had something to do early that afternoon. She texted me and said she was on her way so I met her at the front door.

When she came in I gave her a big sloppy kiss and squeeze her ass then I said.

Go upstairs I want you to put on the clothes I laid out for you on my bed once you’re changed come outside to the party. She got a curious look on her face and right away she started to look a little nervous. Read more »

PAWG college girl submitting complete to her new lover’s amazing cock. And becomes his exhibitionist play thing

In College I lost my virginity, I did it with a friend. A chubby plain looking read head that I really wasn’t that sexually attracted to. Her and I had lame sex, five or six times.

She was very shy and old fashion and I was very inexperienced. I had no confidence with her to try anything fun. Even though I’ve been watching porn and imagining great sex for years.

I have a high sex drive and a wild imagination. So I had a huge bucket list of sexual things I would like to try.

One day I nicely told her we’d be better off friends.

Over the next few weeks she got kind of obsessed with me. Even after I tried to break things off nicely, a couple more times.

At the time, I had a black-out drinking problem, and she used to wait until I was very drunk and find me. I kept waking up with her.

I could never remember the sex we were having but I started seeing and feeling signs that we were fucking like crazy. Some mornings my room reeked like pussy and my dick would be sore. I would see four or five used condoms all over the messed up room. Read more »

The Fedex Guy [Mf][BDSM][NonCon]

The drive to Kelly’s house isn’t exactly a long one. She’s only about 20 minutes out from downtown, if you can call the little town center that. It’s a large town, the town where she lives, a large town if your being polite. A few of shops and traffic lights. Not a mall or big box store for nearly 30 minutes. Though good people.

Not a long drive at all, but its hard to find. Out in the woods. You have to take Main out to old 15th, then follow its ponderous path to Sky line Drive. Which is a silly name as you can’t see much other than the trees on either side. Your going deep into the woods now. Finally, you turn onto the small dirt road just labeled as “72nd” and drive on it for almost 5 minutes. It weaves between trees and at times, if you don’t know her house is down it, you might even assume its some unused road. There aren’t any other houses for nearly a mile after all. Read more »

I ca[m]e for the [f]riendly painters in my gym locker room. (CFNM)

This story doesn’t really have any actual sex, but is more of an exhibitionist story.

Last Sunday afternoon, I went to the gym and worked out as usual. My gym is not a commercial gym, but is open 24/7, is pretty laid back. I noticed lately that the gym bathrooms have been undergoing some kind of renovation work. Tiles missing, plaster on walls, etc. There was a white work van outside, but I didn’t pay much attention to it. Since it was Sunday, the gym was pretty empty. There was only 2 or 3 other people there, but they finished up and left.

I went into the bathroom to wash up after my workout. As soon as I walked in, I heard some female voices speaking Spanish. I thought it was a bit unprofessional and odd that they didn’t put up a sign or anything. Either way, it didn’t really bother me, so I went in.

I tried to be as noisy as I could, hoping that whoever was in there would get the hint that a male was about to enter the restroom. I fake coughed really loud, picked up things and dropped them repeatedly, opened and closed my locker and several others. I guess they didn’t care, they kept talking and laughing. Read more »

[MF] My GF and I exhibitionist side

My girlfriend and I (both 24) have a huge exhibitionist fetish, and we’ve been exploring it more and more lately. Here’s some instances below.

A few weeks ago, she was on a trip and texted me she had lost a bet and had to send me this picture, and it was a picture with her tits out in front of all her friends.

At her birthday party, I was dared by her friends to walk onto our balcony and strip completely naked, and throw my clothes inside. While I did it, they quickly locked the door behind me and left me there all laughing and staring and had me do a “helicopter dick” and I LOVED IT.

This week we were on vacation and I had her flash a tour bus full of people, we went skinny dipping with a random couple, and at a hotel I dared her to stand by the window in her thong, and press her butt up to it exposing it to the people walking. It was in a well-pedestrian travelled part of a European town, and people definitely saw. We both made bets to streak in the hotel we were at and she ran down the how completely nude, and had me go outside and do jumping jacks naked. Read more »

My partner [F] and I [M] started making porn after discovering our exhibitionist streak in the back of a taxi

My partner [F] 31 and I [M] 32 had known eachother for 10 years, through work but had only been in an exclusive relationship for a few months. Having both had controlling partners in the past, we both vowed right at the beginning, that we would celebrate eachother rather than letting jealous and possessive behaviour creep into what was turning out to be so good.

One night we did just that. We went out together for drinks with friends and by the end of the night it was just the two of us left, in a busy dive bar with a DJ and a sweaty dancefloor. At one point I noticed a guy flirting with my partner whilst I was on the dancing and she was sat alone at a table taking a break from her heels. For reasons I can’t explain, I felt something I’d never felt before. Instead of feeling jealous or angry or even a little bit irritated that this guy was trying it on. . . It felt great. My partner is a petite brunette with a pretty face and a killer body (check our profile for reference) so naturally she attracts male attention quite easily but, despite her good looks, until you know her well, she’s quite shy (which only makes her more attractive in my opinion). Read more »

Lucia [Str8][MF][F][mast][exhib][voy]

[I mostly write fictional stories, but this one is true — some details omitted or slightly modified to protect the guilty.]

This happened was when I was a grad student. I was in love with a woman in a foreign country, but for various reasons (I had limited financial means to go see her, she couldn’t afford to come to the US, and we’d never really established a solid physical relationship due to her hang-ups) that relationship was to some extent on “hold.” Nevertheless I had remained faithful to her for a year and a half as I tried to concentrate on my studies. Finally, I got a fellowship to go do field studies in the country in question — joy! I was pretty stressed out, though, in the last semester before I was to head over there. My “girlfriend” was sending mixed messages: sometimes she would talk about how excited she was that I was going to spend almost a year with her; other times, she’d tell me that she didn’t think I was actually going to end up coming. I tried to reassure her by joking that even if I didn’t want to go, I couldn’t avoid it as all the paperwork was done and I’d already withdrawn from classes for the next semester. That didn’t seem to reassure her. International telephone calls back then were expensive, so we didn’t talk that often. She didn’t have email access either — it wasn’t yet widely available outside of university computer science departments in her country. So we sent long handwritten letters back and forth, and I spent a lot of time trying to read between the lines that she wrote (it didn’t help that I was still learning the language). I knew I loved her and wanted to be with her, but I felt very uncertain about what I was going to find when I finally got over there. Read more »