The congregants were beginning to disperse as the service let out. I usually went to the front of the church to greet folks as they left but on this particular morning I was having to shut a few things down on the stage. This was the first time I ever met her. I was leaning over the stairs leading to the stage trying to grab a couple of props that had been used during the service when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. When I turned around it was as if everything around me froze. She was beautiful. Long, straight sandy blonde hair with hazel eyes. Her skin was flawless. Her facial features were a bit cartoonish, but not in a goofy way. Her cheeks were inviting and her lips were small but full. My eyes continued down her slender frame. She was wearing a bodysuit shirt which highlighted her perky tits. Tight jeans that hugged her hips tight and had a skinny fit down her legs. I knew I was staring but I couldn’t help myself. I was in a trance but quickly pulled it together. Unfortunately it wasn’t before I began talking. I didn’t realize it until she responded.
Tag: Straight
My (38f) husbands favourite story about me, getting fucked by a younger guy and his friends walking in [group]
I don’t know why this is my husbands favourite story, I’ve done a lot worse lol, but it just is so I thought I’d share it.
I’m 38 now but this happened when I was 30. I met a 20 year old guy, Chris, at a spinning class I went to. This gym is near my work which is 45 minutes from my house so I knew there would be no chance of anyone up there knowing me so just told him outright after a couple of weeks of talking and innuendos, I’m married but I’m allowed to play and gave him my number if he ever wanted to hook up then text or call me.
We still saw each other at the gym twice a week and we’d talk but after about a month he hadn’t rang or text so I thought he wasn’t interested and left it at that.
The Work Party After Party [FF]
I work at a large retail business as a cashier manager position. It’s an ok job, seems like I have to babysit the younger cashiers a lot of the time; the older ones, not so much. Many of the younger cashiers don’t last too long, I guess they don’t like the job or pay or whatever.
There was a cashier, Liz, in her mid 20s that has been here for around 5 months or so. She gave me no issues and was an all around good employee. I think is from Brazil) and being bilingual she got a little more pay for being an interpreter for the store. The good pay must have been why she stuck around. That and she seemed like she didn’t mind working for money. She was pretty quiet, stuck to herself and didn’t seem to live off drama like some of the others.
Liz had a dark tan complexion, about 5ft tall, ample size breasts (guessing C cups) and a huge ass and hips. Her hips & ass were pretty unproportionate to the rest of her which the male customers seemed to flock to. She had a kind of high pitched voice and an easy going personality.
My mother/daughter experience – by far the most bizarre fucking thing I’ve ever been involved in, and the scariest [MF]
I always preferred some sort of ongoing thing to one-night stands. Just works better for me, even if it’s only casual and for a couple weeks. One of these turned into the weirdest damned thing I’ve ever been involved in by far.
I’d known June for several years. We both worked in the resort biz in a tourist area in the Caribbean. June at first glance was kinda ugly–big nose, big thick eyebrows, eyes that stuck out, thick-lipped. But she was fun to party with and, I discovered when I saw her once at the beach, she had a killer body, beautiful and athletic–long, great looking limbs, great ass, a hint of 6 pack, great medium sized tits, really a very sexy woman. She was also extremely lively and smart, even sort of pretty when her features lit up, and really fun to party with. We’d eyed each other over the years, but I was wary of her. She was a super-heavy drinker. In an environment that was totally soaked in alcohol, she really stood out. She was very good at her job and perfectly functional, but I’d see her drink incredible quantities in late-night clubs and bars after work. I’d also seen evidence of a volcanic temper a couple times.
I [M] 29 have been with my gf for 2 years, and I still get my dick sucked by my ex at least once a month.
I’ll be honest, I can’t give it up. Worst part is, my gf is the sweetest, kindest soul. My ex cheated on me, lied, had a 5150 hold placed on her once, shoplifted, etc.
Idgaf. She still snatches my soul like nobody I’ve ever met. My chick’s head game is okay, but my ex that I’ve been getting straight swallowed by, makes my gf’s head game look like fucking garbage.
I’m talking the comparison is getting absolutely drained by a wet, power suction vacuum versus jacking off with sandpaper.
Plus my ex edges and teases THE FUCK out of me while she’s sucking my cock. Not to mention, she PUTS IN WORK in terms of how long she can suck for.
Yesterday, I bailed on my girl’s job award ceremony to get deep throated by my ex at her place. She sucked me for 15 FUCKING MINUTES STRAIGHT WITHOUT STOPPING. (Okay, well, she intentionally stopped a few times when I would get close to busting my nut. Not because she was tired, but so she could giggle and say “uh-uh, not yet.” Then after a second or two she’s go back to freight up slurping me.) I came twice from the same blowjob. Plus she sucked me while she was butt ass naked. Ass in the air, titties bouncing, and she absolutely forbade me any pussy (which is probably the best part cause it makes me cum even harder).
Saturday Morning [MF 40’s] [Morning Orgasm] [Creampie]
It’s 6:30 am, I’ve just woke up. It’s still kind of dark out. You’re laying next to me, you have the t shirt you always wear to bed on but nothing else. You’re on your side, I can see the soft curve of your ass. My eyes are still a little cloudy, I can’t take them off the subtle curve of your hip. I reach out and slowly run my fingers over the curve, your soft skin warm to the touch. I trace higher, just under the tshirt to your rib cage. You slowly stir and roll completely onto your back.
I can see your smooth pussy tucked between your legs. I run my fingers over your stomach and slid them up your rib cage on the opposite side. Im already hard and reaching across your body rubs the tip of my cock against your hip. The precum leaking from me has attached to you as I roll away from you and slide my hand back across your body, there is a string left connecting us.
I’ve lost my underwear and learned a valuable lesson [F]
If you’ve been keeping up with my stories, one of my first one was about a classmate who impressed me with his ever-growing penis. As a reward, he got to see my decent size titties in the smallest triangle bikini.
When our semester ended, we went out partying. It didn’t take long before things got hot and out of hand. I was wearing a little white tank top with a black skirt that wrapped around my curves nicely. I could feel him up against my ass getting hard and bothered. We sneakily moved to the bathroom when one of the songs ended.
Now you guys know how dirty a bar’s restroom can get, this wasn’t the worst one I’d been, but it wasn’t great. We locked ourselves in this tiny little stall and right as I turned around his pants were on the ground. We started to kiss as I very easily grabbed his cock. Let me explain a little further that part, I could see all 8 of my fingers and I hadn’t touch the tip, but it felt crazy thin.
[FF] What happened last time – Part two of two
*A continued account of the last time I had sex.*
We sat together on the couch, her strap on discarded and my head resting on her chest as I took in deep breaths and recovered. “That was so fucking good. I came so hard -”
“I couldn’t tell.” She cut me off with the sarcasm, deadpan, and I rolled my eyes at her. She grinned.
“I really liked when you rubbed my wetness on my face, like, that one was more inventive. It felt really degrading.” That one was spontaneous. She knows me, knows my boundaries and wouldn’t do anything to cross them, but I wasn’t expecting that one or how hot it would be.
“It’s still kinda…” she gestured broadly but I understood.
“I know.”
She leaned in and kissed my cheek, and then I felt her tongue on my skin as she licked me.
“Can you taste it?”
“Not really.”
“So now my face is really wet.”
She took the sleeve of her T-shirt and wiped my face off. For something so improvised, seemingly careless, she was so gentle.
[F]28 Friend’s husband cheated on vacation so she sent him snaps of my boyfriend and I using her
So one of my close absolutely beautiful friends had been suspicious of her husband cheating regularly. They hadn’t had any form of sex for over 5 months, he’s always making excuses to why, he leaves earlier and gets home later and has been spending more time than even in the bathroom on his phone.
Recently he went on a stag do to Ibiza without giving my friend any sort of reassurance. He had been cold in the week leading up to it and was out late again the night before. My friend even said although she was sure he’d been with another girl, she still waited up for him until the early hours and basically begged him for sex, knowing he was leaving the next morning. He still turned her down, but told her she could suck it ‘if she really wanted to’. Theres nothing my friend would not do to make someone happy, especially any partner she’s ever had! So she naively obliged, thinking she was going to be given some sort of affection from him, but she said after he came, he rolled over straight away and went to sleep.
My [F]irst black [M]an Experience (Cheating on a good friend)
I was 20 at that time and went to visit a friend in San Diego who was in a relationship with a black black guy, who I will call Marcus.
When I arrived me and my friend planned to have one night out together in San Diego before heading to San Francisco for a girlie weekend. We were just about to go out for the evening when I got my first glimpse of Marcus He was in a suit and tie looked very stylish. He was really well built. But apart from that, I didn’t think he was particularly handsome and I wasn’t immediately attracted to him, in fact previous to meeting Marcus I’d never been attracted to any black guys I’d met.
My friend asked if he wanted to join us for a drink but he declined, so my we left without him and went out partying. We got back well after midnight and were totally wasted. I was on the pull out bed in the lounge and as it was very small I managed to fall out of it on more than one occasion and making a bit of a noise.