Texas Flight Attendant Strips From Her Uniform and Masturbates for Her Husband and His Poker Buddies [FM]

I am a proud Texas Latina, a native of San Antonio, and a flight attendant for a major US airline, but what you wouldn’t know from your flight with me is that I am also an addicted exhibitionist. I love to strip, dance nude, and then masturbate to orgasm while being watched. It is my favorite way of sexually expressing and satisfying myself.

My husband knows this and has, for the most part, supported me in acting out my exhibitionist fantasy on my airline layovers. I told him early on in our relationship that I had an exhibitionist compulsion that, instead of looking for a cure, I had learned to embrace. In other words, I wasn’t willing to give it up in a marriage. He claimed he understood and continues to try but he does have his jealous moments which I completely understand.

So maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised when he said he had been talking to his friend who owns a machine shop just north of the San Antonio airport about having an after-work Friday night party and wanted me to go.

I said, “It sounds to me like an all guys type of party. Why do you want me there?”

Texas Flight Attendant Strips From Her Uniform and Masturbates for Her Husband and His Poker Buddies [FMM]

[ORIGINAL STORY WITH NSFW PIC IS HERE ON IMGUR](https://imgur.com/1lAxxvc)

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I am a real flight attendant for a major US airline but what you wouldn’t know from your flight with me is that I am also an addicted exhibitionist. Specifically, I love to be watched masturbating. It is my favorite way of sexually expressing and satisfying myself.

My husband knows this and has, for the most part, supported me in acting out my exhibitionist fantasy on my airline layovers. I told him early on in our relationship that I had an exhibitionist compulsion that, instead of looking for a cure, I had learned to embrace. In other words, I wasn’t willing to give it up in a marriage. He claimed he understood and continues to try but he does have his jealous moments which I completely understand.

So maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised when he said he had been talking to his friend who owns a machine shop just north of the San Antonio airport about having an after-work Friday night party and wanted me to go.

I said, “It sounds to me like an all guys type of party. Why do you want me there?”

Three’s Cumpany 1 (MFf, Public)

*When I first released this, I had 1/100th of my current number of followers. Many many of you haven’t had a chance to hear their story. Enjoy!*

 

The Florida sun was oppressive as it roasted my legs. My husband lay beside me.

“Need some water, babe?” He asked rolling over to the soft-sided cooler. He was a bit farther underneath the pop up and the midday sun was only scorching the backs of his knees and below.

The beach was especially crowded as the viral lockdown lifted. We managed to find a spot that wasn’t quite so busy, but it was several hundred yards from our car. Our cartful of supplies was stuffed to the brim. We always over packed.

I was feeling sexy in my one-piece that showcased my best assets in a classy way. I decided to play with Chris a bit. I ran a palm up the back of his thigh and groped his ass underneath his trunks.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed in surprise at my sudden flirty assault. “Shit, now I’m not gonna be able to turn over.”

[FM] Exhibitionist Flight Attendant Acts Out Her Masturbation Fantasy at a Spring Break Amateur Strip Contest

[ORIGINAL STORY WITH LINGERIE PICS IS HERE ON IMGUR](https://imgur.com/jopMxvR)

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I am a real flight attendant for a major US airline but what you wouldn’t know from your flight with me is that I am an admitted exhibitionist, addicted really. Being watched while masturbating is a sexual fantasy and exhibitionist passion that began for me early on.

When I got my dream job as a flight attendant for a major US airline at nineteen, and after gaining the courage to act on my exhibitionist fantasies, I took advantage of my layovers by first masturbating for male flight attendants and pilots on my crew. Then, as fantasies go, I boldly started looking to masturbate for strangers. That first happened when I befriended a hotel bartender on a Seattle layover whose interest in me piqued when I revealed my exhibitionist fantasy to him while sipping on a glass of my fantasy releasing Tequila. He said he would love to watch me when he got off work and accepted an invitation to my room, arriving with a gift of premium Tequila.

Every Photo He Saw … [mf] [oral] [squirt] [rimjob] [mast] [swallow] [facial]

Reggie spent his down time scrolling through Tinder. He was 23 years old and looking for casual sex. His profile indicated that he was here for a good time, not a long time. And it didn’t hurt that he was stunningly gorgeous. Lean, muscular. Great brown hair. Piercing blue eyes. Stubble. He had a certain Zac Efron-esque quality to his personality. Very flirty. Very funny. Very easy to get along with.

Women of all age groups lined up to sleep with him. They knew he was a one night stand. They didn’t care. He swiped right on almost every woman he saw. They’d grab a drink and then make out in his car. Before they knew it, they’d be back upstairs. She’d be bent over the arm of the sofa. He’d be on his knees, eating her cunt from behind. Occasionally running his tongue over her asshole. She’d gasp. He’d smirk, spin her around, sit her down, slurp on her cunt and finger her.

If he was lucky, she’d squirt on his face. Then he’d push her onto the sofa, crawl on top. Slide himself in and pump away until he was close to cumming.

Woodhaven School Girls part 01 (Lesbian, teacher and students)

Tiffany Jones paused just before the door of her class. She was thrilled to land this teaching gig, being a substitute was a hit and miss proposition, and her savings and checking accounts were dangerously low on funds. She had sent a resume to the Woodhaven school board, hoping that something was available. She felt a thrill when they contacted her and asked her if she’d like to take over an all girls high school class, she jumped at the chance. The salary was well in excess of a standard teacher’s salary, it looked like a long term deal, the other teacher had left due to what were termed, “creative differences”, and she was told that some of the teaching methods were a bit unorthodox. She didn’t care, she needed the money, and it was 7:30 AM on the Monday, and she went in to her classroom.

She looked around, more or less the usual layout, student desks, blackboard, her desk, and wrote her name on the blackboard, she started to unpack her items, and make the teacher’s desk her desk. She noticed that her seat was not a hard wooden chair, in fact it was more like a recliner. She took a seat, enjoying the soft cushions, and yes, it actually did recline. This was going to be nice, being able to sit and not trying to find a way to be comfortable in a hard wooden chair.

Peeking [MFF] [Voyeurism, Oral, Masturbation, Intercourse, Long]

I should not have peeked. To be certain, most sexually-starved individuals with a pulse would have at least been tempted to have done so under the same circumstances. Still, I should not have peeked.

It was partly my beautiful, over-sexed, very platonic roommate’s fault. Jenny was a goddess in a way. So close, yet always so far away. Always giving a tease, but leaving it just that, a delicious tease. Perhaps reaching out by sound when she was in the midst of passion with someone else, but that is as close a touch she dared give. I was her constant. She could fall back on me and know I wouldn’t take advantage of her when she was vulnerable after something in her life went south.

That said, she always sounds so fucking good when she was getting it on, even with the wall muffling her moanings, her breathings, her beggings, and her demandings. Tonight though, she sounded more heavenly than all of the angels singing in rapture. The sweet sound of her caressed my cock more directly than if her hand was wrapped around it, pumping it, milking it. Could anyone blame me if suddenly, for the first time, I was annoyed with just how well the wall muffled her voice, yet not well enough where thus, I justified just a quick peek?

The Preacher, The Doctor, and the Whorehouse of Horror (Post-apocalyptic, Zombies) [Dubious Consent/Non Consent of Undead] [Violent] [Strangulation/Turning] [Masturbation]

(Author’s note: I like horror movies and zombie movies especially. I wrote this after watching Dead Girl. If you like this story, I highly recommend that movie. I recognize that this is a controversial plot. I found it difficult to write and I’m hoping it’s just as difficult to read. I’m genuinely nervous about posting this. Good Luck!)

What would you think if I told you that I knew a place which specializes in extreme fetishes? Would you be curious? Offended? Would you warn me about the moral ramifications of even being aware of such debauchery? Would you wanna visit it with me? These are the responses I would expect of the initial question. Usually though, the response is, “Which fetishes?”

The interest obvious on their faces as I describe the completely true, twisted, and fucked up sexual escapades that I’ve personally witnessed. What’s more disturbing is that I know of at least one of these houses in each state of what used to be the good ol’ US of A.

The Renaissance of Lola [BDSM] [Non-con] [forced] [intruder] [one-off]

**Author’s note: this story plays a lot with the idea of consent and I just wanted to say that this does not indicate my true feelings about consent and anything that feels like anti-consent language is just meant as a fictional sort of roleplay. Consent is important, no means no and yes means yes. Moving on!**

Lola felt like she was just starting life, which is a strange thing to do at forty. She had lived her life up until that point with so many of the usuals—depression, anxiety, what have you—but the biggest issue was a total lack of self confidence. As a child, she began stressing about herself and her body and never quite stopped. By the time she was in her twenties, she didn’t like herself at all anymore. It may be necessary to point out that she was not ugly—she had never been ugly—but self-hatred is a strange thing. As a result, she refused to hear compliments and only felt insults. She wasn’t a virgin, not at that age, but she also missed out on so much. Her few sexual experiences had run the gamut from depressing to humiliating. When you hate yourself, you assume everyone else does too, so she only ever took up with people she thought were desperate enough to fuck her. This led to situations like fucking hideous people or spending time with assholes or, in one case, getting fucked in the middle of a party blindfolded, unsure of who had fucked her, believing that that is all she deserved.