[TRUE STORY] I (M27) convinced my girlfriend (F24) drunk at a party to give a championship blowjob to a her friend

She has always known about my cuckold fantasies but she has never liked the idea too much. We were at a party and she started drinking more than usual. She got something horny and I thought it would be a good time to propose my idea again. She initially got upset a bit but then started making jokes about giving a blowjob to a friend of hers who was there at the party. The fact that she even joked with that made me super hot.

I knew it was the moment, so I started insisting that she do it, she went from joking that she would do it to bother from one second to another. I was somewhat desperate because I did not know how to push her enough to really do it. She was resisting the idea but I knew that she wanted to do it but her shame did not allow it.

Wait until he goes to the bathroom. I asked her cell phone to make a call, pretending that I had no credit on my cell phone anymore. It was already 3am so the street was right on its own. I left the party a few seconds and look for him on WhatsApp. There he was among her first contacts, I checked the conversation a little bit and there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Elisa and the Stranger: Part II (Multiple Orgasms)

The clock in the lecture room displayed 12:15 PM.

Elisa appeared pensive as she quietly sat in the back of the class completely oblivious to the slides projected in the front. There was only one thing on her mind.

Her modest outfit and deportment were not indicative of her spontaneous promiscuity on that prosaic Monday morning. She could still taste the stranger’s cum in her mouth as her mind attempted to assess what transpired just an hour earlier.

As the day went on Elisa was more absent-minded than usual. The handsome stranger and his member clouded her thinking. She nearly missed her bus stop on the way home when she got carried away fantasizing about riding that beautiful cock, and letting the stranger explore her sweet orifice.

8:45 PM

Back in her apartment, Elisa was preparing some dinner: she melted a tablespoon of butter in a small saucepan, and mixed in equal amounts of flour to make a roux for a Bechamel sauce; then slowly poured in the milk, whisking it vigorously to avoid any clumps. The grated Cheddar and Gruyere were ready to be added to the sauce for the most amazing mac and cheese(she couldn’t stand the processed Kraft Dinners which so many of her peers blithely enjoyed).

The morning after with my [f] ex [m]

Continuation of my last post.

I woke up at around 9 something in the morning & rolled over. My ex was facing away from me but grabbed my hand & placed it on his dick. I took it away & told him to fuck off as I was still too sleepy to give him a handjob at the moment.

I woke myself up more by scratching his back. He shivered as my fingers ran up & down. I made my way to his asshole and began pressing on it, putting a finger in him. Then two fingers & fucking him with them. His moans were so sweet.

I got up & grabbed my strap on from the table on his side of the bed. I put some lube on & got back on the bed, putting the dildo into his ass while I fucked him from the side. He was really moaning at this point as I was giving him a handjob at the same time.

Fun With [M]y Escort G[F]

My girlfriend is a sex worker (escort) and she’s always kept the details away from me. Recently she was getting ready to go see a client while texting me about the bad morning that she was having unrelated to that. I jokingly told her that at least she’s about to get laid, and orgasming should cheer her up. She then asked me if she could be honest with me, and when I hesitantly said yes, she told me that this client has never brought her to orgasm, so she doesn’t even get to look forward to that.

 I joked about how she should dress sexier to bring out the best in her clients, so we got into a conversation about what she wears. I never saw any of her escort outfits before so I asked her to show me. She sent me selfies in a very sexy little outfit that looked like something you’d see on some kind of “meet local singles” ad on pornhub. I felt a twinge of jealousy but then it was replaced with arousal. I told her what I would want her to do for me while she wore that for me, and she told me that she gladly will.

[Mf] [nc] [inc] [preg] “Veri[18f]ication”

Obvious disclaimer: this is purely a work of fiction.

16 years is a tough age to be.

You can finally drive! As if there were that many places to drive to! Small town America has the roads, not the destinations. School sucks. You can’t wait to be done and move on to college. Explore the world. You’re not cut for the rural life. And neither are your friends. Y’all walk up and down the 3 blocks of Historical Downtown dreaming of the lights of New York City. Oh, yes, your friends? Do they actually like you? Will they stick together for life? Or will you lose them in a couple years time? Will you make new ones?

Yes, 16 is a tough age to be. You yearn the touch of the boys. At night. In the dark and the silence. Only the crickets and your hard breathing echoing through the starry sky as you go at it. The blankets rustle like feathers at your soft gentle touch. Then you tense up, and release it all, before falling asleep, finally relaxed. You don’t have a boyfriend. The last one was months ago. He wanted one thing, and he wanted it after buying you the smallest size pop at McDonald’s! Oh the horror! You have almost given up on it. College is when it’s at. You’re not curvaceous, and that’s all the boys want here. Cows and curvaceous girls. As if they couldn’t quite tell cow from human.

My ex [M] called me [F] & we got a hotel room to finally hash out our desires

Little background. I’m 23 & my ex is 26. We’ll refer to my ex as S. So I’ve been broken up with S for a while now. Almost a year. He got with some girl just a couple months after we broke up.

I haven’t talked to S in over 6 months & I especially wasn’t going to be the one to talk to him first in the new year so when I got a call last night from a number I didn’t know (deleted his number as to keep drunk me from calling him) at about 1 am, I somehow just knew it was him.

S wanted to see me. He had a big fight with his girlfriend & knew that this was the chance he had to make amends with me (he broke up with me lol) while they were fighting & he couldn’t be home.

So S came to my house & we talked. For hours. Eventually we talked about our fantasies & dreams about eachother. We have had some wonderful sex together & have this comfortable yet powerful sexual connection. He looked me in the eyes & asked “have you pegged someone yet? Do you still want to? Do you want to peg me?”

I 37 [M] Halfway Fuck My Married Ex Girlfriend 35 [F] From Highschool a Few Times a Year

I live on the west coast/grew up on the east coast. I come home for various events two or three times a year. When I do, my adorable an outwardly innocent ex girlfriend from high school waits until her drip of a husband is asleep, hops in the car, and spends a few hours with me.

We’ve done this dance numerous places. Hotel rooms, in the passenger seat of her car, on an abandoned supermarket’s loading dock, in her parent’s basement when they’re out of town.

She shows up, teases me for a while, then let’s me undress her. Eventually, she undresses me, remakes at how much bigger I am than her husband, then sits on my dick. As she slides up and down she tells me how it feels like our bodies were made for each other, how I hit every perfect spot while she grinds herself on top of me. Then she jumps off before I orgasm, because if I finish inside her then we would have had actual sex and “that would be cheating.” She finishes up by giving me one hell of a blowjob and swallows every drop (which feels like so much more of a betrayal to her husband than letting me finish in her lovely, tight cunt). She lays beside me afterwards and tells me how complicated life his, how it’s strange to love two people. Then she’s off to live her mundane, normal life with the drip until I’m back again for another holiday or event.

The time I [F] became a slut for a year and fucked my best friends BF on a ca[M]ping trip

Im back for a second story!

I have Always been a pretty good girl when it came to sleeping around. I tried my best to only have sex if I were in a relationship. Well that all went south when I had sex on New Years, check out that story if you haven’t. It sparked a year old sex-capade with a lot of taboo men. This story is about a boy named Blake.
Rewinding a little bit, I have a great friend of mine. Her name is Nikki and she is so very sexy and could have any guy she wanted to. She was a great friend, But she was an awful girlfriend. I hated even going out with her because she always was in a fight with her boyfriends over stupid shit. Her and Blake had been dating on and off for a year now. Blake and I got along so well and had a lot of the same beliefs when it came to sex and having a good time.

First successful night of anal [MF]

Brittany has been in this phase where she likes to fool around in public. We’ve made time before a movie, she placed my hand up her dress at dinner, some changing room fun, a few quickies while she’s on her lunch break, went down on her at her work party. We almost got caught each time and something about it gave her this insatiable craving to keep pushing it further and further. As the set up, it was my first week of school (Jan 14-18) and she wanted to be cute and drop me off for my first day. I didn’t want to be late so we were about 45 minutes early. She was wearing a simple, yet very sexy blue and white maxi dress. I love her in a maxi dress. jumping 10 minutes, her entire right leg is uncovered and she’s putting out this “notice I’m not wearing panties” vibe. My windows are tinted including my windshield. Brittany, without saying a word, climbs over my console, seats herself against the passenger side door, and pats the seat next to her “come see.”

[MFF] Just Fuck Her!

In the early days of my awakening, before I got married and so on, I had a couple of years of random sexual activities. I’m not the best looking of people nor the best endowed, and yet here we are. I’ve also been called “handsome” repeatedly, but being handsome is like the “nice guy” of lovers. I hate that label.

I’d been “dating” Marisa (not her real name), and I use dating in sarcastic air quotes because Marisa wasn’t into introducing me to her friends and/or family. I knew what was going on. I was 30 and she was 21. I want to stress that I’ve never been the kind of guy who sleeps with women specifically because they are younger. Until I met my wife I was all about picking spots and finding women who were into me. I’m 100% sure there was nothing wrong with my approach.