my teacher is blackmailing me pt 2 (m18&m35)

I wear my dad’s old trench coat, not wanting to be exposed out in the public as the sissy crossdresser that I am. My heart pounds as I stand outside your average-built size house. A teacher’s salary money at sufficient work. My knees are weak in the white knee-high stockings not knowing what was in store for me. I knock on your door waiting to be greeted by Mr. Steen. The loud sounds of ha roar go across town as the high school team faces over rivals. The extra fireworks exploding did not help my stomach obtain calmness.

“Ohh hey there, just in time very good, why don’t you come on in,” Mr. Steen says wearing a t-shirt supporting a local business. He let you step inside, already looking me over almost stripping me with his eyes. My teacher’s older body is still in great shape for someone his age.

I step in with a rush of surprise by this entire situation, Mr. Steen’s eyes making me feel ten times as apprehensive when I tramp into Mr. Steen’s house. “My mom knows I’m here,” I say trying to create an out. The little skirt flows nicely around my little round booty. My little cock and booty are covered in my sister’s stolen white lacy g string as I sit on his couch.

Old Flames 01 – Intro (fiction, M29/F28, con, friends, exs, rekindle)

I laid on my tech smart bed that has a lounging  massage chair on one side.  A king memory foam bed in the middle and complete cubicle organization section on the other that I had modified.

I laid there drinking a beer while I watched one of my drama series enjoying my life.  

My name is Kevin Makinune.  Don’t try pronouncing my last name as you’ll more than likely butcher it….everyone does.  

I’m 29 years old.  

I’m single and not looking for anyone as I’m content in my status.  

I’m about six foot even.  I’m not buff nor heavy but I’m not skinny either.  I’m about average weight and build for my height.  

I have thick brown hair with blue eyes. 

I have a nice job as an independent consultant for firms and corporations where I make a decent coin and the best benefit….I pretty much work from home.  

And it wasn’t my **only** job.  But consulting brings most of my income.  Well that and some solid investments that kind of boomed in my face. 

I’m not rich not am I poor…. I’m just comfortable.  Well at least to **me** I’m comfortable.  

[MFMF] I went on a Summer trip with a group of friends (Pt. 1)

DISCLAIMER: All parties involved in this story are over 18 years-old, and consenting to all the contents within this story. All names are fake, and descriptions are not entirely truthful, in order to protect their anonymity. Additionally, this is a longer one, so enjoy the ride, and let me know if I could stand to cut some of the fat.

So, in my first post on here, I talked about the process of losing my virginity at college orientation earlier this Summer. In a remarkably short amount of time, I’ve noticed myself becoming more and more confident in myself, my body, and how I interact with other people.

This is the reason that I felt comfortable asking my group of friends from high school (eight people including myself) to take a trip down south a few hours to the beach on a kind of “friend vacation” as we called it. Only four of us ended up being able to go, which was honestly perfect, seeing as none of us had a car with more than five seats. We spent the weekend prior looking for an AirBnB that suited our needs, and eventually found one with enough bedrooms and bathrooms to live relatively comfortably. Ok, this was happening…

[MF] (25, 28) A hot night out in Midtown

Hello all you horny people! I made an account so I could share some of my hot past experiences that I think of when I’m going through my mental spank bank. Here’s the first one that comes to mind and if you guys like it I have plenty more to share! (Disclaimer: all people in this story are >18 years old; this is also a true story, and apologies for formatting errors, misspellings, etc). This is also a long one so here’s a clickbait TLDR: I had sex with a hot black lawyer who may help shape international foreign policies. Sexy time starts at the ——– line below ;)

This experience took place when I was living in Midtown in NYC. I had just moved there from my home state across the country for graduate school and I was living in the Midtown East neighborhood of Manhattan in my mid-20s as a single man surrounded by beautiful women on an almost constant basis. It was winter time so people in general were bundled up but that didn’t stop my imagination from running wild. Just walking on the street was enough to make me horny since there were so many incredibly attractive women everywhere I looked, some sophisticated looking ladies wearing the latest designer clothes, college students wearing the customary yoga pants despite it being 40 degrees F and sometimes colder, and everything in between.

[F] This Indian-American girl left college a BBC whore

Freshman year I never thought it would be me. I had heard of plenty college stories but thought I would stay focused on my education and make my parents proud. Being an Indo-American girl comes with a lot of pressure to do good in school, be successful in your career and stay out of the way of trouble aka dick lmao And for a while I was on board with that, I mean, I moved to my D1 college town and into my dorms only ever having kissed one guy in high school! Yet, here I was, sophomore year..another weekend on my knees again…

So which incident turned me into a slut? I’d like to think it was a combination of each building on the last, not to mention developing an affinity for BBC along the way. Maybe it was:

Some Assembly Required, Batteries Not Included – Part I [M/F]

It arrived on a Saturday, in a wooden crate larger than her. From the front pathway she watched the two heavy set men secure it onto a furniture dolly and wheel it in through the open garage.

“Lift up on that end, Steve. —No, wait wait! Hold on, yeah let me get this corner.” He struggled to rotate the large box clockwise so he could ease it down through the door frame into her duplex but it stuck on two sides. He pulled it back then pushed it forward again, it caught at the same place. Bill scratched at his head beneath his baseball cap and, with a thick, polite southern drawl asked, “Now whudda we do?”

Steve removed a little square tape measure from his front pocket and stretched the flimsy metal across the length of the crate, then measured the width of the doorway, sucking on a tooth in concentration as he did so. A quick jerk of his head indicated it wasn’t good news as he let the tape measure snap back into a roll. “Shit, it ain’t gonna fit, Bill.”

Road Rage Leads to Getting My Ass Ate

I mean we’ve all been there I’m sure of it. Some folks have more patience than others on the road and I have mad respect for you I wish I could be like you. I try, I genuinely try to be patient but the roads are scary, and stupid all at once; they give anyone a license these days. Or they prolly don’t even have one smh, I just try to
make sense of it.

The other day I noticed a pick up truck kept swerving the lanes but the traffic was steady so he couldn’t advance. Back and fourth I kept thinking wow what a douche, just pick a fucking lame already Jesus Christ. If you ever catch yourself in a situation like that staying in lane, going at you’re own pace will end up benefiting you just watch.

As much as he stepped on it, all he did was catch red lights. I eventually tuned in to my stuff and forgot about the guy. After a couple of good songs I then realized someone was riding my ass. I looked in the review and who is it?? Little pick up truck, ahhh my guy what happened?? Did the dumpster truck get in ur way??? Awwwh. Red light up ahead. We came to a stop, seconds go by when he slipped and gave my car a love tap. Making my jolt a bit, definitely heard it connect.

A New Life: Part Seven [MF] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [GILF]

Chapter Seven: Going for It All

“You know all those rumors are just that, right? Rumors?” Jaquelyn asked as I told her about my upcoming lunch date.

“I am not dumb,” I nodded.

“Okay,” Jaquelyn said as she looked at me.

“So, what is it really like then?” I asked.

“Same, nothing is different,” Jaquelyn nodded. “Nathan is the same as Derek, Andy and all the other men I have been with, all of them have minor differences, but all the same within reason.”

I nodded. I was prepared for something if things went further than just a lunch date.

“What are you thinking about?” Jaquelyn asked.

I didn’t want to tell her exactly what I was thinking. It had been the same thing I was thinking about last night and this morning.

“Ah,” Jaquelyn smiled as she looked at me through our video call. “Sex with a black man,” she laughed.

I didn’t know what to say.

“Like I said, it’s not different, if that’s what you are thinking then you are wrong, like I said before Nathan isn’t huge or does he last all night, or cum buckets,” Jaquelyn smiled. “He is just like all the others.”

A College Story, a sexy but filthy tryst between two grownups taking night classes.

A College Story

My 7:30pm French class was absolutely brutal. I think I was just too old to learn a new language at 29 and it wasn’t something I was genuinely interested in. It was a requirement for a Bachelor of Arts degree. But I wasn’t the only older student in the class.

Next to me sat Alexa, a fitting name for a tall brunette with exotic eyes. We were attracted to each other in a collegial way, exchanging smiles,changing seats in class so we were next to each other. We joked about the teacher, and how useless the class was. 

She really had a striking beauty. She was tall, 5 foot 9, and athletic. Smallish breasts but she had a round ass and was clearly in good shape. Her best asset was her face. She had dark brown hair that hung about five inches below her shoulders and truly stunning brown eyes. Kind of like a model’s eyes, they were large and feline without looking weird, with long lashes other girls would kill for. I think her lips really sold it for me. They were so perfectly shaped and pouty and red it was almost obscene. She was sexy, even in sweatpants, which a lot of the girls wore to late classes during the week. They’re not trying to impress anyone.

Tracy’s First Time – [MF] [Texting] [Slow Burn]

Tracy: **Can I share something embarrassing?**

The text slides in around midnight.

“Of course,” I shoot back. I prop myself up on one elbow, now interested. We’d known each other for a while now, but ever since Tracy and I started college last year, she’s been a bit of a wildcard. I had no idea what to expect from her.

Tracy: **I know this is kind of weird but I had to tell someone okay?**

Me: **Okay, shoot.**

Tracy: **I masturbated for the first time last night.**

My jaw drops. For the *first time?* I knew she came from a conservative Christian family, but I didn’t think it was quite that bad.

Me: **Wow. Congrats. What sparked that in you?**

Tracy’s typing dots disappear and reappear over and over. She had no idea what to say. After an eternity of waiting, her response pops up.

Tracy: **Oh nothing. Just bored.**

Bullshit.

Me: **C’mon, there has to be something.**

Tracy: **Nope. Nothing.**

Me: **That party last night got pretty wild. Someone spark your fancy?**

Tracy: **You really wanna know?**

Oh yes I did.

Tracy: **It was you.**