My married fwb and his wife are in the next stage of their "happy" married life, trying for a baby. He told me he was getting frustrated because they had been trying for several months now, but nothing was happening. Plus, it didn't help when he kept complaining that sex with his wife almost felt like a chore, as it was not as fun having to schedule times to conceive.

I told him that it wasn't good for him to be stressed and that he should have some time away from his wife and come and use me instead. He didn't hesitate the other night when he came in over and pinned me down onto my bed to use me.

He spread me out, all excited, it's like I was his "new shiny toy", the thrill of using me, a younger, tighter fitter slut for his married dick. He held me by the hips and thrusted his dick deep inside of me. I could hear the relief through his moans as he kept thrusting in and out of me at his own accord, then proceeded to play with my tits at the same time. He told me how wet and good I... continue reading

Like any slut, I wanted to join the cheerleading team when starting out in higher education. Not only was it a great way to make a bunch of new friends quickly, I of course wanted to live up to the naughty cheerleader reputation and get into all sorts of trouble with the guys!

I had seen through posts on social media that the initiation was on the Friday night and all they said was to bring a bottle of wine. I turned up at the right time with one of my friends that I had only just met, Becca, and had to hand in our phones at the entrance without explanation. We sat talking with some other girls nervous about what the task was going to be and we had concluded that it would be something to do with downing a bottle of wine and then doing something silly but it didn't seem extreme enough - this team had a slight reputation but we honestly had no idea what to expect.

Once the room had filled, one girl stood up and introduced herself, "Hello girlies, I'm the cheer captain this year!" Every... continue reading

I got wasted at the neighbors Christmas party. His wife Ingrid said go sleep it off upstairs. Take the bedroom 2nd door on the right. I stumbled up the stairs. It was only 10pm and I was a mess.

I went in and crawled into the bed, I was woozy. Im guessing an hour later I felt someone tapping me and pulling me. It was Ingrid, the guys wife. Divorced but living together. Separate rooms. She says “2nd door on the right not left”. I was drunk but I knew right from left from right. She says “kidding. You got the right room. I said hold that thought. I gotta pee. I came back and her clothes were on the floor and she was in bed. I lifted the covers and she had her back to me. Just panties. Without turning she says “aren’t you gonna get undressed?” Okay. I got undressed and climbed in. Are you leaving your panties on? Usually I let the guy take them off, if you want?

Ingrid was Norwegian. Long dark brown hair with green eyes. Good looking, tall and slim with a 45 year old body. Slightly sof... continue reading

A few days ago I uploaded a post about some of my friends wanted to see how big my dick was. Well it happened again. Me and my girlfriend and four of our friends (two girls and two guys) were at my girlfriend's house drinking. Somehow the topic of dick size came up and the two guys were bragging about how big they were. Then they asked me how big I was. At that point, my girlfriend suggested that everybody guess how big my dick was. This is what happens when drunk people are bored. We literally went around the room and everybody gave a guess.

Then my girlfriend said I should get naked so she could measure me. I thought she was joking, but she went to a drawer in the kitchen and pulled out a cloth tape measure. At this point I knew she was serious. Being the exhibitionist that I am, I got naked very quickly. When she saw how hard I was, she smiled. She measured my dick. One of the guys had guessed correctly.

I started to put my clothes back on and gf said, "Fuck no." She got down o... continue reading

“Fuck you!” she screamed under her breath, “You’ve cheated on my sister a LOT!”

She’d been here three days and the tension was high. Snarky comments. Whispered “fuck yous”. Distance. Little to no eye contact. And, now, we were in the finished basement arguing.

“Oh, that’s fucking rich. You seem to forget that two of those times was me burying my cock in your needy cunt.”

She slapped me. “Well, I was desperate.”

“From the sounds of it, you’re still fucking desperate.” She slapped me again.

“Oh fuck off. I told you about the great sex we’ve had!” Our argument still in hushed, but angry tones. We could hear our family talking upstairs.

“Ohhh right. The threesome…you mean the time your friend fucked him and you basically sat there and watched her take his little dick?”

Rage registered on her face.

“The time he barely touched you and came inside her even though you both agreed he wouldn’t?”

She reached up to slap me again, but I caught her hand. “I might be a serial cheater, b... continue reading

Polina woke up just as the sun was rising. She glanced at her watch: just after five. But she didn't feel like sleeping anymore. She quickly pulled on her panties, shiny black cycling shorts, and a white T-shirt. After a moment's thought, she threw on her tracksuit jacket; however, it was bound to be chilly outside this early in the morning. Then she slipped out of the room, walking silently on her bare feet so as not to wake her neighbor. Polina rounded the building, emerged into a clearing, and began her morning exercises. She loved the feeling of her strong, athletic, and pliable body. The sun caressed her face, and the wet grass cooled her feet. In a week, training camp would be over and she would return to the city, and in another week, autumn would arrive. Classes at the institute would begin. Polina had already missed lectures, seminars, and her classmates... Having finished her warm-up, Polina wondered what to do next: there were almost three hours left until breakfa... continue reading

We’re having a lazy Friday night at her place: face masks, snacks, some random Netflix show paused on the TV. Truth or dare starts innocent, then she picks dare and I grin.

“Text your boyfriend from my phone asking for a dick pic so I can rate it 1-10.”

She cackles, grabs my phone, and types:

“hey it’s your gf’s best friend. need a pic for an honest rating, no face pls”

He replies in under a minute: a clean, well lit shot, thick, perfectly curved, hard as hell. Caption: “waiting for the verdict.”

She zooms in, fake gasping. I study it like an art critic.

“Strong 9… but I need the live version to be 100% accurate.”

She smacks my arm, laughing, then dares me: “Call him over right now.”

I hit call. He answers on the first ring: “Be there in ten.”

Ten minutes later the door opens. He walks in wearing black sweats and that knowing smirk. My best friend props her phone against a water bottle on the coffee table, hits record, and announces “strictly for review purposes”

I drop to... continue reading

I woke up so horny really early this morning and my boyfriend was lying next to me on his side facing me, softly snoring. (He drank a lot last night). I thought it would be a fun idea to see if I could make him cum without waking him up. So I very slowly lowered myself down, careful not to disturb the blankets. I very gently and softly began to lick his cock trying to get him hard. It took a minute or two but finally he began to harden. So I sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth, very gently sucking and licking being very careful not to suck too aggressively, I really wanted to see if I could do this. He didn’t move at all, it took about 12 minutes of gentle sucking and he finally came in my mouth. He never stirred, he never stopped snoring and he never woke up!

After he woke up, I asked him how he slept and he said he dreamed that Sabrina Carpenter gave him a BJ backstage after one of her concerts 😂 Then he said he thought for sure he had a wet dream but didn’t find the mess anywh... continue reading

A few days ago, my girlfriend, her sister Stephanie, and some other friends (2 guys and 2 girls) were over at my place. We were drinking when gf suggested that we play truth or dare. I was surprised that she said that because with her sister here things could get kind of weird. Would they be making out or flashing each other? Everybody else wanted to play so I said fuck it let's go.

As always, things started off slow. People kissed each other. Eventually everybody had at least their shirt off. At some point, after more drinking, things got intense. It was my turn again. I said dare and gf said "I dare you to fuck me on the couch". It got quiet for a second. I thought she was joking, but she wasn't.

We have fucked a lot in front of girls and guys, but never in front of her sister. We've never even talked about it. But here she was asking me to do this. The guys were pushing me to do it. I look over at Stephanie and she says, "You better say yes". I nervously say OK.

gf takes her c... continue reading

A few days ago, my girlfriend, her sister Stephanie, and some other friends (2 guys and 2 girls) were over at my place. We were drinking when gf suggested that we play truth or dare. I was surprised that she said that because with her sister here things could get kind of weird. Would they be making out or flashing each other? Everybody else wanted to play so I said fuck it let's go.

As always, things started off slow. People kissed each other. Eventually everybody had at least their shirt off. At some point, after more drinking, things got intense. It was my turn again. I said dare and gf said "I dare you to fuck me on the couch". It got quiet for a second. I thought she was joking, but she wasn't.

We have fucked a lot in front of girls and guys, but never in front of her sister. We've never even talked about it. But here she was asking me to do this. The guys were pushing me to do it. I look over at Stephanie and she says, "You better say yes". I nervously say OK.

gf takes her c... continue reading

I know the other women at church like my husband.

I see them. The way they hold his gaze a beat too long. The way they find reasons to touch his arm when they talk. The way they laugh at things that aren't that funny. And I'm not a bit jealous. I married him. I get to take him home.

But Marcy is different.

Marcy practically drips. Slides right off the pew, she gets so wet.

She never wears a bra. She might not think she needs to, those tiny breasts barely making a shadow under her blouse, but wow. Her nipples are hard to miss. Little points pressing through cotton, through linen, through everything. And whenever Mark enters a room she just kind of... stops talking. Mid-sentence sometimes. Her eyes drift off and narrow as she focuses on him. Tracks him like a lab tracks a rabbit.

She's always laughing at his jokes. Always finding excuses to touch his arms. Her husband Darryl doesn't seem to notice, or maybe he's just decided not to.... continue reading

Back when I was in college, I worked on DoorDash sometimes to make extra money. I usually wore leggings and a cute top.

Well, this one particular Friday night, I was wearing black leggings with this yellow crop top. I didn’t wear a bra because I simply wasn’t feeling. I wear one almost all of the time because my heavy tits need the support, but sometimes, these girls just need the freedom.

I start accepting and delivering orders. The night is going normal. I get the usual amount of glances at my chest. Pretty standard. I always get attention like that even if I’m not wearing anything particularly revealing. I’m simply too busty to hide.

A few hours in, still before sunset, it starts pouring while I’m in a restaurant waiting for an order. Great. I didn’t bring my rain jacket. I usually check the weather and bring it if it might rain but I forgot this time. The food is ready, I run it to my car. I’m all wet and cold. I turn off the AC and just hope it stops raining by the time I get t... continue reading

During his absence, Michael asked me, among other things, to tidy up the pool in the backyard, as I'm an expert in that area. This time, Amanda greeted me politely, mindful of the spanking. By midday, I'd tidied up the pool and the surrounding area, then returned to the house, thinking of ways to further amuse myself with the girl. Amanda was in the living room watching television. I noticed two voices coming from behind the door; her sister, Mary, apparently, was not alone. "Amanda," I began, "your brother asked me to fix the pool in your backyard, and I did it. I don't know if you can use it..." Amanda gasped in excitement, then clapped her hands and exclaimed: - Hooray!! Thank you so much! I can swim now! With these words she ran to the door, opened it slightly and called: - Come in, let's go swimming! “Amanda, who did you call?” I asked. - Mary, she has her friend now... "Amanda, when I was cleaning the pool, there were a lot of piles of feces... continue reading

I’m 26 and have a neighbour who is about 55 and has kids around my age that went to school with me so I know her quite well and have done my whole life. I recently started going to my local gym and noticed her there a few times and we had passing conversations during our workouts, the usual ‘how’s things etc etc.’

I thought nothing off it until she started complementing my body saying ‘wow you look great, I can see the gym the really paying off for you!’ I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking her so I decided to message her in Facebook and to my excitement she replied instantly.

We were exchanging messages getting flirtier and flirtier with us having a little bet and a forfeit…. She said she was under the influence during this conversation so she didn’t mind agreeing to something a little crazy. The bet entailed whoever isn’t in the best shape come the end of winter, the loser person has to give the winner a shower and hand wash them, she widely accepted which made me so horny sat... continue reading

We never spoke about it after, and I found out later that she was still with her boyfriend. I haven’t seen her since that project since we worked in different teams. However a couple of weeks ago we got back in touch since work had organised for us to go to a conference together to present the outcome of our project, so we met up to talk about our presentation. I secretly hoped that she’d bring up our hookup since I’d been thinking about her a lot after finding out we’d be working together again, but she was strictly professional and went on as if nothing had ever happened.

About a week later we were headed to the conference. I tried not to think about that night since I figured that nothing else was going to happen with her and didn’t want things to be weird between us. We sat next to each other on the plane. We spoke a bit about our presentation for most of the flight, but towards the end she leaned in and whispered something in my ear.

“Do you want to know what happened after y... continue reading

A bit of context, I was eighteen. I knew what sex was, of course. We joked about it with friends, I'd seen a few things online, but at that time it all felt distant and abstract. That summer, for one of my last all paid vacations with my parents, we went to see friends that have a house in the south. We know this family for a long time and their two girls and boy was almost my age, just a bit older.

And that last day, our families were eating on the terrace of the house near the pool while I was with their child on the deck chairs. After a moment, it was so hot that I just decided to stay in the fresh pool, so I slipped into it and leaned against the edge, still talking to others.

I have this odd habit of always needing to play with something in my hands while talking. So, while I was in the pool, I started playing with the powerful water jet, it created a current that made my hand float in front of me, like when you hold your hand out of a car window. The sensation was pleasant, and... continue reading

Samantha and I continued to text as the night went on. She of course had to be a little discreet, as she was out with my sister and the whole friend group, so her responses were not the quickest. I didn't mind as it gave me time stroke my cock and edge. I also sent her a few more photos and videos throughout the night.

Her: "You need to stop, you're going to get me in trouble."

Me: "Do you really want me to stop?"

Her: "No, but you need to because I can't stop looking at it. It's driving me crazy!"

Me: "Are you thinking about what it would feel like to have my cock stretching you out?"

Her: "Yes, but you'd have to go slow."

Me: "Why, not used to something this big?"

Her: "Fuck no! My ex wasn't as big as you and even he had to go slow."

Me: "Then I'll have to make sure that pussy is dripping wet before I plunge my cock into you, giving you slow, deep strokes. I want you to enjoy every inch of me."

Her: "Fuck..."

Me: "Do you like slow, deep strokes?"

Her: "Mhm"

I decided to s... continue reading

Everyone in lecture called him “Quiet Ben.” 5'10", messy brown curls, glasses, always in flannel, the guy who actually read the textbook and raised his hand with thoughtful answers. I’d been crushing hard all semester. Last Thursday our study group turned into just the two of us at his off-campus apartment after everyone else bailed.

We’re on his couch, notes everywhere, wine in coffee mugs. He’s nervous, keeps pushing his glasses up, finally blurts, “I really like you.” I kiss him before he finishes the sentence. It’s soft and sweet at first, then hungry. Shirts come off, he’s lean, swimmer’s shoulders, cute happy trail. I reach for his jeans and he actually stops me.

“Hey… I should warn you, I’m… not big. Like, objectively small.”

He looked so embarrassed I almost laughed, but instead I kissed him again and said, “I don’t care. Let me see.”

He wasn’t lying: maybe 4.5 inches hard, slim, perfectly straight, cute upward curve. Honestly adorable. I dropped to my knees anyway and too... continue reading

Pushing my hair over my shoulder, I inadvertently run my fingers down my neck, brushing against my collarbones, and a warm wave of memories, desire, and pleasure runs through my body. No, he never does that - our desire when we meet is too strong for such unobtrusive foreplay - but for some reason it is this reflex of my body that my memory associates with him, as, indeed, many others, and it is so attractive with its delicate, sharp sweetness, like the taste of caramel-mint ice cream. This chain of associations, memories and desires is impossible to break - although I have never tried, why would I? I close my eyes and imagine his hands unbuttoning my dress, his fingers touching my breasts, freeing me of all excess fabric. They squeeze my nipples, and they instantly harden, and I feel the growing wetness below, under the lace of my underwear. Then his lips encircle one nipple, then the other... And I want to press him to me, I stroke his hair, stretch my whole body toward him, archi... continue reading

This one takes place about 3 years ago. If you've read any of my previous stories, you're probably familiar with Vicky. If you're not, let me fill you in: As a grad student, I taught one semester of math to freshman college students, one of whom was Vicky. We matched on Tinder during finals week, had a good time, and eventually had a long relationship that is far too complicated to describe here. Sometimes exclusive, sometimes open, sometimes more like friends-with-benefits, sometimes long distance sexting buddies, and everything else in-between. At the time of this story, we were comfortable just being FWB.

I was feeling a bit horny one night, so I sent her that one gif of the dude with a mustache raising his eyebrows and it zooms in closer each time. I'm sure you've seen the one, if not, Google it and you'll know what I mean. That was sort of our own little shorthand for "let's get it on" when we didn't really care about all the formalities. The customary response was the gif of Rob... continue reading