The Ex wife, Second Night at the Hotel (MF)

If you read the first two stories, I had a few people say they enjoyed the story. So I’ll keep going on night 2. Let me know what you think.

Saturday morning I woke up to a loud bang, and the room lighting up randomly. It was storming so hard it was shaking the hotel. My first thought was, “shit the tournament was going to be canceled”. I look at my phone and the team group text was saying it’s going to be raining for a couple of hours, but since they’re playing on turf fields, expect a delay and not to be rained out. Shortly after, all the parents decided to make a day of it. Half the parents went to a casino near by, and the other half took the kids to this indoor go kart place just to get them out of the hotel and go to do something fun.

I watched the two of them lick each other before I joined in and fucked them both [MFF]

My friends Pete and Krissy had just broken up after a long and tumultuous relationship. My friend with benefits, Penny, and I had been spending a lot of time with them recently — mostly in the hope of setting up a group sex / partner swapping situation. Krissy was absurdly attractive and had accidentally, kinda, sorta, hooked up with Penny one night and watched us have sex when we got a bit too tipsy on tequila. In truth, I was glad she broke up with Pete, he was deeply narcissistic and hyper manipulative. It was hard to notice at first, but the more time we spent with them the more Pete’s real self came out.

In any case, after they broke up, Penny and I chose sides and fast. We took Krissy out to dinner one night and let her talk and cry and tell us how shitty Pete was. We listened and agreed and just behaved as friends. We were into her and we wanted her, but we were also not total pieces of shit. I acted like I was sometimes to keep people at bay… but I actually care really deeply for my friends and wanted to be there for her in her time of need.

Mf naked surprises come when you least expect them.

Time goes slow when you are dealing with unfamiliar situations in familiar places. The past had moved on for me but everything around me still felt like it was so near. Everything still seemed to have her touch on it, the bed, the couch, every spot we made love on, every spot we argued, sometimes the first in quick succession after the latter. I had few ties and enough reasons to leave, so I picked up a teaching job somewhere far abroad. Despite the humble surroundings and the meagre pay there were many boons. We each got a room of our own in something that resembles a student dorm and we had many amenities that we shared. The rooms had no further amenities, but at least they were private and looked out over the mountains.

She Blew [M]e in the Backseat after hanging with [F]riends

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“Put your jacket over your lap” Lizzie whispered to me quietly. Something in the way she said it told me this was something new.
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It was my final year of high school, just after my 18th birthday. Lizzie was a year older than me, staying back for year 13.

We’d been going out a few weeks, at first it was just texting and holding hands. Hanging out after badminton practice to talk and flirt. Our first kiss was nice, it was warm and she smelt so nice.

It wasn’t long from there we would find a corner or empty classroom to make out in at lunch. Things got really crazy when, on the bus ride home from a badminton tournament, we’d been kissing when she reached into my shorts to rub my cock.

It was exhilarating, we were a small team and a large bus and no one bothered us. She didn’t let go until the bus dropped us back at school. That’s a story for another time.

Dinner Party at the Boss’s [FMMMM] [groupsex, cuck,DP, anal, blowjob]

“CAREFUL”, the e-mail’s subject line read. “Don’t let the boss see this!” It was going around the office like a flu. Everyone who got it knew exactly what it was, since several e-mails like this went around every day. All of them would deny it, of course, but practically all of the office’s guys, and a few of the girls as well, were in on the porn-sharing scheme. Everyone knew who to forward it to. These e-mails got passed around so much – and, at least by some participants, in a careful manner, cleaning up the subject line and message body – that it was hard to track down where it all began. The tradition was older than anyone currently at the office too, it seemed, which only made the origin point of those e-mails even more mysterious. But one thing was certain – whenever one of those popped up in your inbox, you knew you had some really juicy stuff lined up.

[MMF] The Annoying Little Sister

Jacob, Otto, and Tyler had been best friends since they were young. Jacob’s family was a bit more ‘well to do’ than Otto and Tyler’s. Jacob even had his own Atari and TV in his room, so naturally the boys would end up hanging out at Jacob’s house playing video games together on his Atari. However whenever they did Jacob’s annoying little sister Sadie would butt in and demand to be included. Jacob’s mom would always take her side and insist the boys try to get along with her as well. They begrudgingly allowed Sadie to stay in the room and watch them play but they didn’t interact with her much. Maybe the odd bit of chit chat and let her play a round or two but otherwise kept to their little group. This continued all throughout high school but eventually the trio went their separate ways to college.

A few years passed, the boys were still in college and Sadie had graduated highschool. That summer Jacob had called up the guys and asked them if they wanted to meet up, go back to their old hometown and hang out like they used to. Neither had much going on and readily agreed. They were all feeling a little homesick after all. They all went home, reconnected with their families for a few days and finally met up back at Jacob’s place just like the old days.

[FMM] getting double teamed on a hotel balcony

If you’ve ever traveled for business, you know that hotel bars are weird places. You could be the only one in the bar, or it could be a full blown party. It all depends on what’s happening at the hotel that day, what crowd is having a conference or meeting or whatever.

At the time of this story, I was married. My marriage wasn’t long, for obvious reasons. But after a day of product demonstrations, working out, and catching up on things, I headed to the bar for dinner and a glass of wine.

While I was eating, the place was empty. It was me, the bartender, the waiter, and one old man sitting alone at the bar. I was at a table, just minding my own business. As I finished my food and ordered a second glass of wine, I heard a roar coming towards the bar. It grew louder and louder…apparently a conference’s happy hour had just ended and the group moved the party to the hotel bar, as people do.

I kept my table and did some people watching. It was what you’d expect…mostly men, dressed not in full suits but sports coats and office attire. Women looking professional but cute. The group seemed to be fairly drunk already.

As an escort, cheap degrading sex is my favourite ? [F][28]

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*Many of you had requested I post a pic so I finally gathered enough courage to do it*

Hi loves, Nina here! I’m 28 years old, Lebanese background, and I’m an escort based in Toronto, Canada. I’ve only been in the business a few months and had to start escorting after my separation from my ex husband and my financial situation deteriorating. A significant portion of my clientele are older men in their 50s and 60s and I’ve been picking up more clients in my local area through word of mouth. 

While my goal is to always make as much money as possible, lately it’s been tough with COVID with a lot of the richer, more affluent men choosing to refrain from hiring me for my services. As a result, I’ve become increasingly reliant on the local client pool, which is not so wealthy given the area I live in is an old run down neighbourhood. The local guys that hire me aren’t able to afford the rates I’d like to charge them, and so I’ve had to slash my prices to attract clients.

First post MF

Every town has that one food that all the locals swear they do the best. Where I grew up it was doughnuts at the local convenience store. I haven’t been home in years and I still crave their maple bars. No, I didn’t write this to inform you of my pastry desires. I am retelling this to share with you an experience I hope to never forget. So, this is mainly for me actually.

I moved away from home for college three years ago and the holiday season was coming quick. I was ready for a break of dull classes and dorm rooms. To help fill the void I was scrolling through Instagram and saw a post with the aforementioned maple bar in the hands of an old friend Jennifer. Both looked super tantalizing. I hit like and DMed her.

“Hey! You made it back home. Now tell me the truth. Was getting doughnuts your first stop?”

That was the fifth draft of an opening message. I was in the same circle as Jennifer in high school but honestly, she kind of intimidated me with her confidence in a place where it seemed like every teen was scared shitless of themselves.

I Guess I Had Too Much To Drink For Halloween [MF]

I was dressing up as a sexy witch in a low cut dress, somewhat like Elvira. I handed out the candy and had some wine as I waited between trick or treaters. By the last of the trick or treaters, I’d polished off nearly two bottles. The group of naughty boys came sauntering up to my walk and told me how sexy I looked. I thanked them. I still had some candy left, so I invited them in to help themselves so I wouldn’t be tempted to. They eagerly accepted and came in. There were four of them. They sat on the sofa and I brought the bowl of remaining candy to them. As I bent forward to place the bowl on the table they were all trying to peek down my low cut dress.