Pizza Blow Job and Sex [mf]

I opted to stay at school for summer, take a summer class, work and train for sports. I actually landed a job at a pizza place that my gf had worked at. I worked full time, she picked up shifts for cash as she was from the city where our college was at. She raked in tips flirting with customers, I ate for free and brought home pizzas all summer for my roommates, great summer.

Now this was a small pizza place, no tables inside, just pickup or delivery. Often times it would be just 3 of us working, the delivery driver, myself and my crazy gf. I say crazy because she rigged the schedule to work shifts with me all summer while we basically lived with each other. I was around her 24/7 and it got old after a month. Until one day, something was off. We were both bitter at each other. We had an hour or so left before close, the delivery driver took off for an order, we knew he’d be gone for a good 45 minutes.

[MF] My girlfriend started wearing sexy/slutty outfits and it’s changed my life

When I first met my girlfriend she dressed fairly conservatively (which still couldn’t hide her curves) but recently she’s had what I’d call an “awakening.” I posted about her surprise boob-revealing dinner dress about a month ago:

> Flash forward to last night, our Friday night date. We’re meeting at a fancy French restaurant (Raspoutine, in Miami) to celebrate my raise. I’m a little early, I have a seat in our booth. A few minutes later she strolls in, totally dolled up—hair done, makeup perfect—and wearing a ridiculously hot outfit. It’s a tight, jet-black (matches her hair) dress with “cutouts” for her boobs and a piece stretched across her front to hold them in and (barely) cover her nipples. She’s a busty girl (Turkish/Latina mix), so large amounts of tittage are exposed. It’s sexy as hell. It felt like the entire restaurant was watching her walk up to our booth and kiss me. It was an amazing feeling. Then, she leaned in and whispered in my ear to tell me she’s not wearing any panties. (Anyone watching must have wondered what she told me from my facial expression alone.) She gives me a sly little smile and slides into our booth. I sat back down into the booth, probably looking stunned.

Being Seen [FFM]

Anne wanted to be seen.

In her first year at college my girlfriend, Anne, took some introductory art classes, including a figure drawing class. The class went from the basics to still life, then to drawing people and finally to nude models. The models were not, contrary to how it often appears in movies, especially attractive or sexual. The point was to teach the students, not to get them aroused. For the most part the models could be best described as “fit” and then left at that.

Still Anne found herself deeply aroused in every class. Not by the models but by the people watching. She wondered what it would be like to be the subject of such rapt attention, to have so many eyes on you. She started to dwell on the feeling of being exposed, of being unable to hide anything.

It spilled into our sex. She would get me to watch her in the shower, to watch her masturbating on the bed, even to film her. But it didn’t satiate the yearning. I saw her all the time. Nothing was revealed. Nothing was exposed. She needed something more.

The Match [MF] [Femdom] [Toys] [Servant]

Not too long ago 37 year old me matched on an online dating platform. She was 27 years old, her looks caught my eye, her bio indicated that we might have something in common, so I was really excited when it happened. And was as an opener I choose a classic: I referred to something in her bio, then I asked how her day was.

And it worked. We shortly after had a conversation up and running. We found out that we had something in common, but we didn’t set up a date or anything. We kept on chatting for some time, then we decided to exchange numbers, we kept on chatting and then I asked her out for a date. After we got to know each other a little bit.

Our first date, it was great. The best first date I had ever been on. We had a fun evening together. Nope, we didn’t land in bed. But we set up a second date. We clearly were falling for each other. We were chatting more or less the whole day, we told each other next to everything, after our second date we set up a third one.

(25f) I fucked my boyfriend in a changing room to prove a point [MF]

He just doesn’t really seem to grasp that he can have me anytime, anywhere. After our last sexual encounter where he fucked me in a park, I thought maybe he got it. But he still thinks I’m like this innocent, vanilla girlfriend.

We talked about it, and he told me I didn’t need to try and act sexy for him. He said he liked me just the way I was and I didn’t need to act like that.

Needless to say I was very frustrated. I decided to try and show him again what I’m really like when we went shopping yesterday.

He had to try on some clothes. When we got into the changing room I started kissing him. He tried to laugh me off at first like I was being silly so I grabbed his dick.

I got on my knees and started blowing him. He kept whispering to me that I didnt have to act like this. So I pushed him onto the bench and got in his lap. I told him I know I didn’t have to, but I really want to.

[M]y girl[f]riend and my jerk off bud. Part 2: Sincere Apology

Kirsten had pulled my dick out of my pants and was gently stroking me as she stared into my eyes and bit her lip, awaiting my response. It took me a second before I realized she was wanting to make this happen tonight. I was so turned on and conflicted I couldn’t think straight.

Finally I mustered up a response. “Yeah he didn’t seem too happy, you should probably go apologize.”

She squeezed my cock tight, “Ok…do you want me to find out if he’s interested?”

I shuddered and my cock twitched, “Whatever you want to do, baby, I’ll be out here rolling a joint and waiting on you guys.”

With that, she kissed me deeply on the mouth, and then gave my cock a smooch. “Whatever I want to do?” she asked, “Really? Because I know it’s crazy – but I’m kinda ready now, and you two were clearly in the mood.”

I nodded affirmatively. “Yeah I’m ready, fuck it let’s do this.”

Skipping School to Ride my Face [MF]

It was a couple of months before graduating high school when I began talking and flirting with Jenn, a girl from one of my high school science classes. Jenn was 5’5, slim but not skinny, long black hair and lighter skin toned. Ethnically Hmong, which is a smaller ethnic group in Southeast Asia, and had a decent booty on her. Jenn had already turned 18 earlier in the year but my birthday wasn’t until after graduating high school. She also had a long-term boyfriend at the time as well who we’ll call Sean. I’ve seen Sean around school, but I was never friends with the guy. Sean was a football player and was homecoming king, and thus quite popular, and so people knew that Jenn was his girlfriend.

Being in the same class, Jenn and I decided to partner for an upcoming science project. Although I thought she was cute I knew she had a boyfriend and thus I was just friendly with her from the start. However, as we continued working together for this project the “friendliness” began increasing. We obviously exchanged numbers for the project where our conversations would go far beyond than just the project.

[M]y girl[f]riend and my jerk off bud. Part 1: Getting caught

Back in the summer of 2001, I was in my third year at a mid sized American Midwestern university. Me and my dorm roommate, Brandon, had rented an apartment just off campus and were staying in town over summer break. Brandon and I had become really good, if not best, friends over the last two years. We would run together almost every day, drink and party, and go on double dates with our girlfriends.

We would also jerk off together watching our favorite porn VHSs on the old TV/VCR combo. Alone time is hard to come by in the dorms and we had already walked in on each other several times when one night Brandon asked if I minded if he rubbed one out so he could sleep. I said I could use a release too, and the next thing I knew we were dicks out. On our own beds, no touching, just watching that primo late 90s porn, stroking our dicks and shooting ropes together. Just bro stuff, right?

[Anal][Dub-con][Dubius Consent][Painal] Amelia Part 5

Hello again! All of the characters are over the age of 18. Ages are:

Amelia 26, Jenae, 26, Jack 29

Previous installments in this series:

Amelia [Shy girl is goaded into sex acts by her perverted roomate and her friends. Voy, Oral, Anal. Dubious consent!]

Chatper One

Amelia [Chapter one] [voy, oral] from Erotica

Chapter two

[voy] Amelia Chapter 2 from Erotica

Chapter three

[Oral][Dubcon][Roommates][sex in exchange for services] Amelia chapter 3 from eroticliterature

Chapter Four

[oral][awkward][shy][roommates] Amelia Part 4 from Erotica

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Jack stood by the door way, his eye fixed on Amelia’s big butt. Amelia had unpacked most everything and she and Jenae were chattting away. Jack had been participating in the conversation but his thoughts drifted and now she stood silently. He felt his penis tingle with sexual desire.

Amelia had agreed to have as much anal sex with him as she wanted in exchange for the room. She had been up at the property for a few hours but no one here had broached the subject and more and more Jack wanted to bring it up. He wasn’t sure how to do it.

[FM] My flatmate struck out. So did I. We helped each other out.

I went to college, both undergrad and masters, in the same city I grew up in, which meant I lived with my parents all through that time. I had a couple of boyfriends that my parents were cool with sleeping over, but for those five years, if I wanted to fuck a random guy I would have to go back to his place or pick a night when my parents were away or find a secluded public spot.

In late 2018 I moved to a different city for my first real job, and I took advantage of being out on my own straight away. I had no interest in finding a boyfriend, I wanted to have the slut phase I felt like I missed out on in college.

On a good week in 2019 I’d have a fuck buddy over one night in the week, meet a guy for a tinder date late in the week and bring him home, then go clubbing on the weekend and bring home a guy for sloppy drunk sex. I was feeling like a goddess and loving life.

I was living in a nice apartment with three other guys at the time, I’ll call them Alex, Brian and Conor (not their real names.)