Just to be clear I am a M and my roommate who just moved in a few months ago is a F. Oddly enough we both just got out of long relationships and ended up connecting quicker bc of that. About 10 days ago she came out to the living room where I was sitting on couch scrolling through Reddit with my AirPods in. I didn’t realize and she was more or less standing behind me while I watched clips of porn. She finally spoke up loud enough for me to jump in shock. I turned my phone face down and told her how embarrassed I was and that I was sorry. She downplayed and told me not to worry at all and that what I was watching was hot. Conversation took a turn and we ended up sitting in the living room and watching porn together. We were both constantly adjusting and getting uncomfortable. We decided that we’d masturbate but with the covers over us. Unfortunately when I was ready to pop I had nothing to cum into. In a panic I threw my blanket off of me and blew my load into an empty solo cup that was on the table in front of us. She watched as I sprayed a huge load into the cup and as I did she started cumming hard as fuck. So now we openly watch porn and masturbate in front of each other nearly every night. She just texted me and said “it’s Friday. I’m horny as fuck. And I want you to cum on me tonight”. 🥵🥵
Tag: Porn
Guilty Pleasures Pt. 6 – Coming home to my roommate watching porn as she waited for me [M20/F20, Cheating, Anal, Dub-Con]
I stumbled into the darkness of my house, head spinning. I was a little out of breath. The walk had been long and cold, but in a refreshing sort of way. The house was quiet, dark, still. Then a door opened and warm light trickled into the hallway.
Someone was walking out of Kylie’s room. They nearly walked right into where I was standing in the shadows, but I moved into the light just before. She yelped.
It was a girl I didn’t recognize. Her features were indistinct in the dim light, but I saw a wide, pale face and dark eyes. A nose ring, and disheveled hair.
“Sorry, sorry.” I said frantically, my words slurring. “My bad, I live here. I’m not, uh- not a random stranger.”
“Eric?” Kylie’s voice called out. She stepped out into the hall, then ducked back a little. It was clear why. She’d stepped out wearing nothing but a tank-top and her panties, affording me a glimpse of her long smooth legs.
I moved past the other girl on my way to the staircase. Kylie stood in the doorframe, staring at me. She was mostly silhouetted by the lights behind her, but I couldn’t help looking at all the skin she was showing.
[m] Adventure in Philadelphia: Sinner’s Paradise
Recently I was in Philadelphia, PA for work. Everything in this post happened on my third night in the city. If you want to read what happened on the first two nights at “Scorpio’s Adult Boutique & Video” check it out [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/voyeur_stories/comments/12ejxkk/adventures_in_philadelphia_part_1_scorpios_adult/). After my first two nights at Scorpio’s I thought I had my fill of voyeuristic experiences in the city, but I ended up being so wrong and wasn’t prepared for what this night would bring.
If you want to skip to the good stuff go here ~~~~~.
After work that day, I got back to my hotel and was contemplating whether or not I wanted to go back to Scorpio’s for a third night. After the experience on the second night I had assumed I peaked and probably wouldn’t see anything nearly as interesting. For some reason, I ended up logging into FetLife and looking at events happening in the city to see if anything caught my eye. I saw one titled “Happy Hour In Paradise “GANGBANG” 7pm-11pm” at a place called Sinner’s Paradise. Sinner’s Paradise is a lifestyle club that is usually members only, but on Wednesday nights they have it where guys can get in for $25 and ladies free without a need to sign up. I thought about it for a bit and considered how sketchy this whole thing might be. I ended up doing a bit of internet sleuthing through the place’s website, Insta, Facebook, and google reviews and decided that it seemed on the up and up and was worth checking out. I RSVP’d for the party and ordered an Uber to the place.
There’s Always that ONE Friend! And It’s ME! I’m That Friend! [mmmf] [oral] [facial]
My boyfriend had a few of his friends over to watch some UFC thing. I said I’d go out with my girlfriends, and that’s exactly what I did. Three drinks in and things at the bar weren’t holding my interest, so I called a Lyft and headed home. I texted my boyfriend and told him I’d sneak around back and hang out in the basement so I wouldn’t bust up their manly evening of eating wings and drinking beer and yelling at the fighters on the TV to smash someone’s brains in.
But he said the boys were asking about me and that I should come in and say hello.
I walked in through the front door and gave them all a big hello. I guess I entered at the best possible time. They were showing the pre-fight little story to tell us why we should be invested in the fight. I gave the four boys a hug, kissed my boyfriend and said I’d get out of the way so they could watch the main event.
CUCKOLDED A husband discovers the reason for his wife’s flagging interest in sex
David Mah is one frustrated husband. Both he and his wife, Lilian are in their mid-30s. She is attractive and shapely and he should be a happy husband with a great sex life but the reality is nothing like it. His sex life was fine until 6 months ago when his wife seemed to think that sex should be a once-a-month event although David would dearly love to have it at least twice a week. But she was only doling it out once a month and sometimes an extra session would be grudgingly thrown in if he begged hard enough or threatened to explode. It wasn’t even good sex. There was minimum of foreplay and she only wanted him to fuck her missionary style and get it over as soon as possible. Blowjobs, breast sucking and pussy licking had dropped out of their repertoire. Even kissing was avoided. She said oral sex was dirty and disgusting although she never had a problem with it before. It was still better than jerking himself off but David is now a frustrated husband who was increasingly resentful at having to beg for sex from his wife.
The Masseurs’s tales – Chapter 1 [MF]
I was merely an adult when I started with the massage therapy as a way of living. If you ask me why I chose this profession back then, I would have responded that it seemed like good money to be made with nothing more than a course, or that I didn’t want to work under a boss. Those would have been utter lies. Now that I´m older and less ashamed of telling the truth, the answer is simple: I was (and am) a horny fuck, and thought maybe, just maybe, this could be the door to get between so many legs… That is the real reason I started in this, and also the reason why I continue to do it. And, oh boy, do I have some stories to share…
I sucked a Virgin guy’s cock in the middle of a college presentation.
Back in college, when I had just turned 19 and was about to graduate, I was paired up with this guy in my history class to do a presentation.
He was a nice guy, but a bit shy, and he had a habit of staring at my ass.
And let’s be honest, it didn’t help that I always wore short skirts and leggings whenever we met.
One time, I opened my laptop and forgot that I had been in the middle of a ferocious masturbation session the day before, leaving a porn tab up.
I quickly shut my laptop and said, “My laptop’s dead, let’s use yours.” As he opened his laptop, I noticed he had multiple tabs open, all featuring porn.
He got flustered and tried to close all the tabs.
I laughed and teased him, saying that it was normal to be interested in girls.
To my surprise, he admitted that he was a virgin.
I told him not to worry and that it would happen eventually.
But while we worked on the presentation, my devious mind went to work.
My crush [F] mastrubates in my [M] hotel room. Part 2
Sorry for taking so long for part 2, I was swamped at work the last 10 days. Part 3 is on the way and should be up in the next couple of days.
We meet our friends and go to the restaurant. There are 8 of us. We get seated at a big round table, with Jane sitting next to me. We eat and talk with our friends. All of a sudden I feel Jane’s hand on my thigh and sliding up to my crotch. I look over to Jane and she’s looking at me with a dirty look in her eyes and just smiles at me. She squeezes my crotch a couple of times and pulls her hand away, but that was enough to get me rock hard. She teases me like this a couple morw time throughout the whole dinner.
After dinner we go to the club. We dance, do tequila shots and generally have fun. It gets close to 4 o’clock and one by one our friends start leaving. Not after long it’s only Jane and I left. As we are dancing, she kisses me passionately and grabs me by the crotch. I lean over to her ear, so she can hear me:
Wife Gets a Personal Trainer – Part V (Giving In – Her POV)
My heart was racing as I held on to Chris’ member, rubbing it gently at first, and then vigorously, imagining what it must feel like inside. I felt so fucking naughty. And while I usually thought of myself as a “good girl”, I was revelling in the idea of being used like a dirty slut, right here in his office.
Kissing Chris was incredible. He held me close and I could feel his big arms envelop me as we made out. He was so passionate, rubbing all over my body as I continued to stroke his cock outside his shorts. Without hesitation he started to remove my sports bra. A moment of terror struck through my mind. How would my husband feel? Even though he was into Hotwifing, what he was into was predicated on trust and transparent communication. What would I tell him about why I am getting home later than my planned end time? Would I confess? Fuck!
But as Chris began to focus his lips and tongue on my nipples, gently caressing each breast with his hands, that terror melted into my lust. Better to ask forgiveness, I told myself as he sat in his chair and wrapped his arms around my ass, pulling me close and going to town on my tits with his mouth.
I just stood there, letting a man who was not my husband devour me. I felt so hot and sexy! And while I always criticized Hollywood movies for romanticizing flings too much, I couldn’t help but think how great this was.
Chris took his shirt off after about five minutes working my upper body. He definitely took care of himself. I felt like a goddess as his pecs and abs connected with me. He stood back up and held me close. We were both naked on top, and our warm bodies connected, filling me with excitement… and wetness down below.
Chris then picked me up and held me, my legs wrapped around his ass. Our gym shorts did little to stop his cock from pressing into me. I made out with him and felt his strong arms holding me, felt his pecs, and kissed on his shoulders and neck as he explored me.
He set me on the table and then paused. “I know you are married. And I’m having a lot of fun because you’re fucking hot and doing this with you is even hotter, but before I take off your shorts and give you a night to remember, I want you to consider whether it is something you actually want to do.”
I didn’t hesitate. “Use me like it’s the last fuck of your life,” I urged, lust dripping through my voice with urgency.
And with that, Chris yanked off my shoes and pulled off my shorts and panties. He also kicked off his shoes and pulled down his shorts and boxers. There it was. It must have been 8 inches long! And my god, it was so thick and veiny. I giggled in my mind as I wondered if he did dick exercises, too.
“Get on your knees and worship it,” he commanded, now also sounding lusty, his voice deepening. I could feel his heartbeat in his cock as I held the base. I loved that he was so excited to fuck me!
I wrapped my lips around his head, marvelling at how much more challenging it was to fit than my husband’s. My husband had a lovely dick, but this was a monster dick. I began gently. “No, I said worship it. Act like you want to be with it.” I started to work my mouth deeper. I had always told my husband my gag reflex wasn’t that good. But somehow I was fitting more of Chris’ bigger dick in my mouth than I ever fit of my husband’s.
“That’s good. Keep working it. Don’t forget my balls.” I began to lick, slowly, starting from the base of his balls up the bottom of his cock and all the way to the head. I licked everywhere. And then I started taking it deep, gagging. I loved how vocal he was, both in commanding me to do a good job, but also his sexy moans as I took his shaft deeper and deeper until he hit my throat. I couldn’t believe myself. This was the stuff my husband said would be so hot. Me just giving into impulses for another man who was so dominant.
“Lay back,” Chris said, as he moved me to the couch he had in his office. I did. He lay me back and started to come toward my pussy with his mouth. I couldn’t help but thinking about the workout that I had just finished. “No,” I said, “it’s not the best down there.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he said, as he buried his face in my mound. He went right to work on my clit. His tongue motions were so different than my husband’s. It was exciting to feel something new. I looked down to this sexy late-20’s guy and my arousal grew as he started to rub my labia with his fingers, with each sweep coming closer to my soaked hole. He slid in two fingers at first, hitting my g-spot as he motioned “come here” with his fingers. I was going to come here, alright. I was approaching climax.
He then stuffed in a third and came up for air, saying, “to get you ready for what you’re about to experience.” As he returned to my clit, I came right then and there. But this wasn’t any usual come. I became a new woman with that come. I exploded with pleasure, moaning so loudly and intensely. It was this hot thought that made my cum better than any other: Whenever my husband put three fingers in me I always thought of the huge cocks in porn. But I had never been filled by one. So in this instance the pleasure of his tongue on my clit, his three fingers inside of me, and the behemoth I was about to let inside me overtook me in ways I cannot describe.
As soon as I came, Chris got up to his feet and carried me back to his desk. It was the perfect height for him to fuck me.
I looked down. His cock almost reached my belly button as he positioned me. He looked into my eyes and gave me that same megawatt smile that first shook me, and he said, “are you ready?”
“So ready!” I said, spreading my legs wider. His cock head inched down toward my opening. He pressed his head against it and I gasped. It felt so full. Fuller than three fingers, even. He gently inched it in, asking, “is this OK?” I nodded in reply, biting my lip and feeling an immense rush of pleasure. He slowly thrust in three or four times and as he felt me adjusting to his size, he began to thrust with greater intensity and speed. “Fuck, you are hotter than I even imagined,” he said, grunting as he pushed against me.
I couldn’t believe how full I felt, and how his cock head rubbed along my g-spot. And moments after he complimented me I started squirting. I hardly ever squirt unless my husband is fingering me! My god, to squirt so easily from a cock was exquisite!
I thought for a second about the fact that Chris wasn’t wearing a condom. I had been so captivated by his cock that I didn’t stop to ask when he put it in. But then I remembered how much my husband liked cream pies and convinced myself I was doing it for him!
Chris began to push even deeper and deeper into me, causing me the most intense and deep sensations I have ever felt. I gasped as I held onto his shoulders, greedily kissing his hot body and mouth as he pressed his cock in and out, in and out, in and out.
He then told me to get down on all fours on his couch. I complied. “Bury your face in the back of the couch, trust me,” he said, smirking as he positioned his cock again. This time he took no time, immediately thrusting his cock deep inside me. More of him fit in with the way way I was positioned. My moan was almost a scream of pleasure and I came again from both the sensation and how much this new man knew about himself and what he was capable of.
His cock thrashed inside of me. “I will be my husband’s Hotwife forever,” I thought, grinding back even harder against Chris’ cock, panting and moaning as I came, my pussy convulsing and grabbing at his cock.
The combination of my grinding and orgasm put Chris over the top. He moaned and groaned and quickly withdrew from me, shooting the most intense load of cum across my ass and back. I didn’t know whether he was being respectful or that he didn’t want to impregnate a married woman, but I couldn’t help but wonder how that big load would have felt inside of me as I collapsed onto the couch.
Chris came and sat behind me, cleaning his cum off my me with tissue. “That was incredible,” he said, calmly, “I hope you enjoyed it, too!”
“I have never been fucked like that in my life! I loved it,” I replied. We kissed passionately and got dressed back into our gym gear.
“Look forward to seeing you Friday. You’re my last client of the night again,” Chris shared.
“See you then,” I blushed, striding out of the office on cloud nine. As I departed I couldn’t help but wonder what my husband think about my late arrival home. What I might or might not say to him about what just happened.
As I pondered that I also delighted in the fact I just had the best sexual experience of my life, and that more great times may await me.
To be continued…
From Christian to Slut 18 [FM]
Well I guess every story has a beginning and here is mine.
Sorry if this first one isn’t super great.
I [18F] was in the beginning of my last year of HS and life was feeling impossibly hard. You see, to the rest of the world we were the perfect family and I was the perfect daughter. I had straight A’s and I led bible study. My family was the quintessential Hallmark family. Unfortunately , the family reputation didn’t align with reality. It didn’t explain how my parents expected me to be perfect and how they were verbally abusive to me. It didn’t highlight the overbearing criticisms of every mistake that I made. It didn’t show how my mom told me that she wished I had cancer instead of my sister. It didn’t display how both of my parents said that I had the body of whore and prohibited me from going to a public gym, be a cheerleader anymore, or participate in anything besides church, school, or work.