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Change Happens: Chapter One (Part One of Two) 21+ {F36/M38] [Straight Sex] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Creampie] [Quick Sex]

Chapter One: The Same Old

I knew what she was thinking. “She is a slut or a prostitute,” was what most people thought about me when they first looked at me. After all, I was used to it, built the way I was and the way I dressed. I was practically asking for it.

I waved at the woman as I passed her by the oranges in the produce section. My heels clicked and clacked on the tile floor, and I smiled at the poor produce clerk as he looked at me. When I passed, I heard the familiar noise of something dropping.

‘Poor guy,’ I thought to myself.

Another woman stared at me with eyes that could bore a hole through metal. Again, I just shrugged it off. I couldn’t help it.

I loved my body. What was the saying? If you got it, flaunt it. Well, I had it in spades. Long dark black hair and an athletically toned body that I took care of every day at the gym and at home.

I ate healthy because I wanted to keep my figure. I hardly drank and never smoked in my life. The payoff was a body I loved, and so did my husband, Jeff. Read more »

Twice, because it’s her birthday [>18][rape][trigger warning]

Ray-

36 years old, medium/average height, 5’10, medium/average build, 150lbs. He made detective at 34, the first year he was eligible, a fact that he prides himself on. Married, two kids, a dog, and a mortgage. He drinks cheap bourbon, and black coffee. In a word, unextraordinary.

Riya-

18 years old today, average height, 5’3, slim build, 100lbs, runs cross country for the highschool, not good enough for a college scholarship, but that doesn’t matter because she has the grades. Bright, cheerful, with dark skin, and silky hair, pretty, but not in an obnoxious way. She is first generation American, and carries the remains of an Indian accent. Normal, a perfectly normal teenager.

The Town-

Too small to be called a big city, but with all their problems. Too big to be called a small town, but still acting like one. There is the wealthy side of town, Forest Hill, with it’s tree lined streets, shaded sidewalks, bike paths, Soccer moms and SUVs. Private schools, coffee shops and gated communities. Riya lives here with her family. There is the poor side of town, Bellevue, with boarded up windows, liquor stores, and pawn shops. This is where Riya’s father owns all of his businesses, mini-marts and the like. Read more »

[M]21 first time sex with a prostitute

So here it is,
I’m 21 years old and I’m still a virgin, I’m not shy anymore, I’m just extremely bad in seduction.
The fact that I’ve never had sex really worked on me, I looked at escort websites for months before I dared to call one to make an appointment.

She was a 40-something woman, dark-haired, fairly thin and very attractive. I warned her that it was my first time, she told me that it was not a problem for her.
However, I had only one requirement, I thought it was a shame to make love with a prostitute for the first time, so I asked her if I could do only sodomy, to keep my first vaginal intercourse with my future girlfriend (if God wants it). She accepted for an extra 50$.

The day I arrived at her place, she welcomed me in a very sexy outfit, I was impatient to go further with her. We start to put ourselves on the bed, and we discuss almost 15 minutes (I had taken an appointment of 2 hours) and she asked me to remove my clothes and to put me in boxers, thing that I made immediately. Read more »

[M] My first experience with a prostitute

I was on a business trip to South Korea a few years ago and at the end of the job there was the customary meal with the customer. After that they insist on a second place for more drinking and then on to a karaoke bar. There was about 10 of them, me and our agent. I was led into a private room where we all sat around in a horseshoe shape facing a huge tv screen and a large table in the centre of the seating.

Vast amounts of food was brought in and laid on the table by some very attractive girls who having completed their waiting duties lines up in a line. I was then instructed to pick one. Not sure what I was picking for I simply opted for one with a very short skirt and a blouse tied up above her bare midriff which I find quite sexy. Read more »

Me and a friend have an amazing week taking turns with a hot girl we met on Reddit [MFM]

I’d never used or had a reason to use Reddit, until now. My friend does and that’s how this experience was even possible. But since this happened on Reddit, I figured I had to share and gloat some about this experience.

It all started when he showed me a post on r/denverr4r. We figured it was fake, a prostitute, or some catfish thing. But her post seemed real and her posts documenting some of her “gone wild” experiences in the past did as well. So we figured we’d respond and see what happened. That was Saturday. After some back and forth messaging, we met up with her on Sunday night.

The fantasy to tag team a girl was something me and my friend Zach had since high school. We mostly just fantasized about girls we knew or would see at a bar and we even got as far as trying to pick up a few girls at a bar with zero success. Both of us were in and out of relationships through our 20’s and at 29, our chances of a threesome with some girl seemed like it would never happen. But somehow the stars aligned, we were both single and we responded to that Reddit post. Read more »

19[F] i just became a prostitute i suppose

Im a 19 year old woman and yesterday i slept with a man i met online for money. I always wanted to try something around sex work (used to have onlyfans at some point) but never thought of prostitution it was a big no for me. Then the guy i was talking with on a dating app asked to meet me and then boom. I told him id agree for money. Dont know why i didnt even think about it i just said it. And i dont regret doing it all to be honest. He actually asked to meet me again but im not sure if i will

My sluttly little photoshoot [MF]

My best friend and I, despite having a very platonic relationship, talk about sex a lot, there isn’t anything we don’t know about the other’s sex life. Notably, she knows about my love for being on camera, that’s where this story starts, in the middle of a late night call with her.

F: “Hey. I don’t know if its right to ask you this or if you’d feel comfortable doing it, but do you think you can pose for some pictures for me?”

F: “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I just know you like being on camera, and I kinda need some references for an art project I’m working on.”

F: “I’ll pay you too, if you’re do-.”

M: “When you put it like that, you make me sound like I’m a male prostitute, not that i disagree-.”

F: “Shut up, you know your broke ass needs some cash anyway!”

What followed was us laughing for a little, then what seemed like a couple minutes of silence which was always pretty typical. Read more »

A Rustic Encounter [65M, 26f, non-con, humiliation, torture, snuff]

*This is a long work of fiction, inspired by my fantasies while working as a rural doctor in a small village. The character is based on myself, thus the 1st person. Please pay attention to the tags, and enjoy!*

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The afternoon breeze was always soothing to the mind, carrying with it scents of pine, thyme and mountain flowers, along with the occasional whiff of anything the grandmas around were cooking for dinner. Despite the relatively high altitude, the village’s proximity to the sea ensured mild winters and enabled me to savour the air and the last glimpses of the setting sun from the small balcony of my office with just my white doctor’s coat as an outer layer.

My small rural clinic was on the village’s main road, which was lined with beautiful stone houses with red sloped roofs, wooden window frames and tiny balconies, like mine. It was really close to my rented house, and just a stone’s throw away from the central square with its handful of quaint cafes and taverns under the shade of big plane trees. As the village was built on the side of the mountain, from one part of the square one could drink their coffee gazing down to the valley and all the way to the sea, a pleasure that even I as a city girl could definitely enjoy. It was such a shame that the back of the clinic building faced a tiny, tiny alley – a path, really- and another house, instead of being open to the same vista. Read more »