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3,400 stories · Page 1So a few years ago, I got out of a very long term relationship. Shortly afterwards, I was talking with my friend Allie about the breakup, and it slipped that I hated being so horny with no outlet. Allie was also single and apparently, she felt the same way, and the conversation quickly took a flirty turn. That night, she invited me over and we began a FWB dynamic. She was Asian, with a fairly normal build, not too petite, not too curvy. But she did have absolutely massive tits… just in case you were curious. The sex was phenomenal. Technique-wise, I was much more intense than anything she was used to. We explored kinks she’d always wanted to try, and quickly developed a sub-dom relationship that was mostly contained to the bedroom… mostly. I also happen to be very well endowed (see my post history if you’re curious). I was the biggest she’d ever had by over an inch. Whenever we fucked, she couldn’t shut up about how deep I felt (until I gagged her mouth). I gave her her first ever or
I got out of the car first, without even turning around, knowing he was watching me. The evening air was cool, but I was still warmed by the champagne and his hands under the table throughout the banquet. My legs wobbled a little, not from the drink, but from anticipation. I took out my keys, swayed, and he grabbed my elbow. - Be careful, Natasha. His voice was low and calm, with that drawling quality that always made my stomach turn. Viktor Petrovich, my immediate supervisor, forty-six years old, divorced, with arms like an athlete, and such a master of the tongue that I sometimes forget my own name. I opened the door and immediately realized the light in the hallway was on. That meant Kostya wasn't asleep. Of course, how could he sleep when his wife was at the office party? I deliberately didn't tell him I'd be coming with someone. Why? Let it be a surprise. “Come in, Viktor Petrovich, don’t be shy,” I let him go ahead and slammed the door. Kostya stuck his head out of
My friends and I, all in our 30s, gave DnD a try starting about a year and a half ago. I'm sure by some standards that's not a very long campaign, but by ours (new to the game) it felt like ages. We only get together once every 2 weeks at best, but whatever, it's a lot of fun. I'm the only one who's married, but two of my friends date a little, and the other two really don't at all (all males). Even the ones who date say it's hell out there, so it's still pretty rare for them to be seeing anyone. I was lucky enough to meet my wife in college, so yea, we got super lucky. My wife is gorgeous. Way hotter than me, but I treat her really well and we are best friends. I hit the jackpot to be honest. She knew all about the DnD campaign from me droning on about it during walks or over dinner, so she was well aware that my character was a warlock that summons demons, one of which is supposed to be a sexy succubus that feeds on male horniness basically and then turns that into an extra eldritch
I (m59) had tickets for a concert on Tuesday night and my wife (67) was not feeling well so I tried to find someone else to go with me and my our friend, let’s call her Brandy (f59), said she’d like to go with me. Now, in full disclosure, in the past, my wife and I have played some with Brandy and her husband. My wife told me to be chill with Brandy at the concert because for sure other people that we know will be at the same show and we are not public with our LS activities. I said I’d be good. We got to the venue, got to our seats and enjoyed people watching while I was also looking for anyone else we might know but didn’t see anyone. We behaved, until the lights went down. Our hands found each other. My hand went to her bare leg as she was wearing a relatively short black dress. I caressed her thigh and I could hear her breathing change. My hand went higher, hoping she didn’t have any panties on but she did. I could feel her wetness through the material of her panties. This went
Had a very dom-like but friendly female friend I met in college and one night a group of us went skinny dipping. A week later she mentioned she saw I was hung and uncut, and that she was curious, as friends, to see it again. Well not soon after that one night after drinking we agreed that tonight was the night. She made it clear that she didn’t want to hook up, that she likes being friends and that she’s not promiscuous but wanted to see an uncut one in real life. When we got to her senior dorm room she knelt in front of me and I unzipped my pants and pulled out a quickly growing cock. At the time I didn’t know how big I actually am and her reaction was still one of the most incredible I’ve ever had. She immediately started laughing in disbelief and asked if she could hold it. Her comments on my size and her disbelief and enjoyment as it grew in her hand as she stroked me was a fantasy fulfilled for a 22 year old me. For the next 20 minutes she stroked me, observed it, played with
My best friend is a nerd. Full on watches video essays about black holes, gets hyped for board game nights, owns multiple anime hoodies kind of nerd. We've been close since freshman year, completely platonic, never hooked up, never even came close. He's had maybe one girlfriend ever and gets flustered when anyone says the word "blowjob" at a party. It's cute I guess. Quick thing about me. I have great tits. I know that's a weird thing to announce but it's relevant lol. They're big, they sit nice, and multiple people have told me they're "distracting." I bring this up because this man has never seen them and they played a starring role in what happened. Thursday he texts me that he fractured two fingers on his right hand during a basketball game. Splint, painkillers, can't do anything by himself. I drove over, helped him eat, wrapped his splint in plastic so he could shower. Normal stuff. After his shower I heard him call my name from the bathroom. Quiet. Embarrassed. I opened
I woke up feeling refreshed, with drool on the pillow, and swung my feet off the bed. To my surprise, my morning glory had never looked so bright. It had recovered quickly from my sister's blowjob, and I was still tripping over the fact that she had snuck into my bedroom, brought me to heaven, and made me confess things I had kept secured in my heart for so long. I felt the thrill as I got my shorts on. Through the slatted blinds I could see that Mom was already gone for work. I had no idea what Nadya had planned, but entering her was a forbidden dream of mine, suppressed by the law and by everything I had been raised to believe. I yawned and descended the stairs, then froze on the last step. Nadya waved from the couch, and Catalina was beside her, looking more excited than usual. Neither of them was known for being an early bird. Both wore tight matching denim shorts and a spandex athletic top with sizable gaps at the sides. Nadya's was purple and Catalina's was blue. It was alread
I live with two guys. I know, I know. I found the listing online when I was desperate for a place and it was cheap and close to campus and I figured worst case they’d be messy and I’d have to clean the bathroom twice a week. Best case I’d have two built-in friends. What actually happened was neither of those things. About three months in I lost my weekend shifts and couldn’t make rent. I told Emilio (the one whose family owns the apartment) and he said don’t worry about it, him and Callum would cover me until I figured it out. They didn’t even hesitate. Sweetest guys on the planet about it, no pressure, no weird energy, just “we got you.” I felt guilty. Started talking to Emilio about how I’d pay him back eventually, make it up to him somehow. We were on the couch drinking beer and the “make it up to you” part got flirty and the flirty part got specific and twenty minutes later I was on my knees between his legs with his cock in my mouth and my hand on his thigh and he was grippi
I'll say right away that this isn't my first story, but it's one of those that still pops into my head without any reason. It was about eight, maybe nine, years ago. I was renting a room in a three-room apartment on the outskirts of town because the dorm was a shambles and I couldn't afford a decent apartment. The landlady was forty-two, her name was Irina, and she lived in the same apartment, but in the back room. Her husband, Vadim, worked either up north or somewhere else—I never quite remember—because he'd show up every two or three months, for a week at most, and then disappear again. She rented out the room not because she was poor, as I later realized, but so she wouldn't have to sit alone in an empty apartment. At least, that's what she told me when I was about to move out. We met in a very casual way: I came to look at a room, she opened the door in a robe, holding a cigarette, and my first thought was that she was too well-groomed to be a studen
This happened a few years after a threesome with Kat and my girlfriend. My girl was tall and athletic but very much about the cardio. Brown hair, brown eyes, into cycling and running with a history of field hockey. She was absolutely gorgeous but also a bit shy and quiet, fairly vanilla. I had worked on that and we did have a great sex life, but it was a tad limited at this point aside from a few moments which stood out... one in particular I've already documented here that involved her friend. Her friend Kat was shorter with a naturally curvy frame. She had spent years at this stage doing CrossFit like a maniac and it showed. She was lean and slightly more muscular than she had been a few years before. She had small tits, though she wasn't flat by any means, and her legs and her ass in particular were spectacular. She would come across to see us a few times a year, but aside from the occasional drunken grope nothing else had happened like that amazing threesome in the intervening y
I need a job that isn't retail because retail makes me want to die so when this sports bar near campus was hiring waitresses I applied. It's one of those places where the girls wear tiny shorts and tight tops and the whole point is guys come in to stare at your tits while they eat wings. You know the type. I figured perfect, I already like attention and I have the body for it. Quick thing about me. I'm kind of the alt girl. Black hair, dark makeup, dark nails, mostly wear black when I'm not in uniform. No tattoos or piercings, just the aesthetic. I've got big tits though, like really big for my frame, and in the uniform top they're basically on a shelf. My manager told me on day one that I'd "do well here" and she was looking directly at my chest when she said it. She was right. I made insane tips. Partly because I'm good at my job but mostly because I learned fast that if I leaned over a little longer clearing plates or "accidentally" brushed a guy's arm while setting his beer d
She arrived at nine, as arranged. The house stood at the end of the road, behind a high fence, and as she walked from the gate to the porch, she had time to think that she shouldn't have worn those old sneakers—the house probably had parquet floors, and she'd leave a mark. But the sneakers were comfortable, easy to wash and polish, so she decided not to bother. The door was unlocked. She hesitated on the threshold, then finally went in and called softly—no one was there. The house smelled of dust and something like old furniture. She walked down the hallway and peered into the living room. The huge sofa, the rug, the fireplace, the floor-to-ceiling windows—and everything was covered in a layer of dust, as if no one had been there for a month. She took off her jacket and found a bucket, rags, and a mop in the utility room. The work was familiar; her hands had done it themselves. She washed, scrubbed, wiped the windowsills, and wiped the baseboards. It was getting on for lunch
Last year my wife had a good friend that was going through a divorce. Her husband had filed and they were in the process of trying to sell their house This woman was in her mid thirties and her husband was the only guy she had been with in over 10 years. She was overweight (not massive but probably 230 pounds at 5'5") and was convinced no one would want her My wife seized on another opportunity to whore me out (just as much for herself as anyone involved) She asked me if I was interested in sleeping with her friend and initially I wasn't really. It wasn't her weight or looks that bothered me, I just found her kind of annoying but eventually my wife talked me into it and her friend agreed immediately I didn't have to do anything to win her over or take her out or anything. My wife set everything up with her and had her come over the next night. My wife left almost immediately and told us to have fun. I could tell her friend was nervous so I suggested we do a shot of tequila. After
I started a new office job a bunch of years ago, where it didn't take long to fall into a new circle of friends. DL is a little older than me (She was 32 or so. Me, 28) and we somehow just hit it off immediately. I'd never heard the term "work wife" before, but after about 6 months one of the other women called her that in the middle of the group and there was a little celebration that our relationship had finally leveled up. I thought that was really weird, but I guess it's a real thing? I mean, she's cute.... more than cute, actually. She's the first one guys notice whenever we're all at the bar on Thursdays after work. I mean, anyway. Big boobs. That's what I mean to say. She's got really big boobs. But I got used to the idea, and she's a really good friend. She's nothing like my real wife (physically anyway) who is slim and athletic and has a body I get hard thinking about at my desk. I would never want to fuck anything up with my wife. And DL and I have work boundaries... It's n
I woke up and looked down at the morning glory tenting the sheets. As I reached for my cock, my hand tangled in strawberry-blonde hair. Then I stiffened when I felt someone breathing against my neck, and I picked up a feminine scent. I twisted to the left, ready to jump out of bed, but I recognized her high cheekbones and button nose. It was my twin sister. She opened her eyes and smiled. "You look like a deer caught in the headlights." I reached for my glasses and pushed them up my nose. "What are you doing here?" She had moved out a year ago, when both of us started college. We were nineteen, but I had not bothered leaving, since unlike her I got along with our mom. "Sorry if I scared you," she said, pulling her hair into a ponytail. My eyes trailed down to her shoulders, and luckily I saw the straps of a bra. "Tiffany and I got kicked out of our apartment, so I had to move back. I couldn't find a sheet for my bed, so I decided to crash here." "You could have told me before snea
The whole gang left around two o'clock. Andrey went home—"early tomorrow, bro, you'll figure it out yourself." Katya stayed behind. She said it was scary to catch a taxi looking like this, that the sofa was fine, that "I'll just lie down for half an hour." I was sitting in the kitchen, finishing my beer and staring into the dark crevice of the living room. She was lying sideways on the couch, facing the back. Her dress had ridden up almost to her thigh. One leg was bent, the other slightly extended. Between them were black panties, a thin strip of fabric that concealed nothing if you looked long enough. I watched long enough. Katya is Andrey's girlfriend. Not just an acquaintance. The one he kissed in the kitchen an hour ago, the one whose waist he held while she laughed. And now she's here, drunk, warm, sleeping on my couch, my hard-on already pressing against my crotch. I didn't realize it right away. She'd truly passed out. Then I saw h
Quick thing about me so this makes sense. I'm alt-ish. Black hair, usually messy. I run every morning in a sports bra and shorts because I refuse to overheat and also because my tits are big enough that the cleavage in a sports bra is... noticeable. Like guys-tripping-on-the-sidewalk noticeable. I'm aware of this. I use it. Whatever. So there's this guy on my street. Dad of two. Wife works a lot. He's out in his yard almost every morning when I leave for my run. Watering plants, taking the trash out, whatever dads do at 7am. We started saying hi a few months ago and the hi turned into small talk and the small talk turned into actual conversations and somewhere along the way it got flirty. Nothing crazy. Just the kind of flirty where he'd say "you look good today" while I'm standing there in a sports bra with my tits practically spilling out and my black hair piled up in a messy bun and I'd smile too long and neither of us would say what we were actually thinking. He vents to me s
I started a new office job a bunch of years ago, where it didn't take long to fall into a new circle of friends. DL is a little older than me (She was 32 or so. Me, 28) and we somehow just hit it off immediately. I'd never heard the term "work wife" before, but after about 6 months one of the other women called her that in the middle of the group and there was a little celebration that our relationship had finally leveled up. I thought that was really weird, but I guess it's a real thing? I mean, she's cute.... more than cute, actually. She's the first one guys notice whenever we're all at the bar on Thursdays after work. I mean, anyway. Big boobs. That's what I mean to say. She's got really big boobs. But I got used to the idea, and she's a really good friend. She's nothing like my real wife (physically anyway) who is slim and athletic and has a body I get hard thinking about at my desk. I would never want to fuck anything up with my wife. And DL and I have work boundaries... It's n
okay so this story is about one of my kinks that i'm honestly a little bit ashamed of, and i really do try my best not to indulge in it as much as possible. that being said. i am hypersexual, and that legit means i sometimes lose control of myself and do things that i later sometimes end up regretting. i have a cheating kink. not in the way where i want to be cheated on (couldn't happen because i would let my bf/husband fuck whoever they wanted), but in the way where i want to be the other girl. something about it makes me insanely wet and it's kinda fucked up but i just can't help it sometimes. so i was at a bar a few nights ago by myself just drinking and this older guy sat down next to me. he was probably mid forties. we started talking and he was buying me drinks and being really sweet and i noticed he kept fidgeting with his left hand. no ring but there was a tan line. i clocked it immediately. i didn't say anything. i didn't care. honestly it made me more interested. we ended u
Longtime married (nearly 30yrs, yes I was super young).....and free use couple. Yesterday I called my husband to complain about something at work. I was just venting, but I was pissed. I was going on and on and on, like I always do, when he stops me and says - "Just come here to my office and suck my dick and it'll solve all your problems". It was just something stupid, like all men say... I smirked and we went on with our convo...and eventually hung up. After getting off our call....I was still stressed....and remembered what he said... So....I got up, left my office, went to my car and drove the 20min to his office. I walked in, locked his door, walked out of my heels and put my hair up on the way to his desk...I pushed his chair back, got on my knees, pulled his penis out....and gave him exactly what he asked for. I didn’t ask, I didn't try and be sexy....I just took it. No teasing, no frills, no talking....I just gave hime the best "frustration BJ" I could....to the point he wa