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3,390 stories · Page 1I 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
The first time I(20f) noticed Jake staring at my ass, I was stretching before a run in the living room. Yoga pants on, bent over at the waist, hair falling forward to expose the back of my neck. He sat on the couch pretending to watch TV, but his eyes stayed locked on the way the fabric hugged every curve, on how my body moved, on the way my ass pushed back toward him like an offering. I pretended not to notice. But I noticed. Jake is my stepbrother. Twenty-two. Tall, broad-shouldered, with messy dark hair and hands that look like they know things. Veiny forearms from working construction all summer. A jaw that could cut glass. And those deep brown eyes that go dark when he’s thinking about something he shouldn’t. Our parents got married two years ago. We’ve been living under the same roof ever since. For two years I’ve been catching him looking—at me in the kitchen when I reach for something on the top shelf and my shirt rides up, in the hallway when I step out of the bathroom in
So quick thing about me. I'm the office alt girl. Tattoos, dark lipstick, chunky jewelry, band shirts under my blazer when I can get away with it. Big tits that I've stopped pretending to hide because minimizer bras are a scam and life's too short. I know I stick out in a corporate office and I'm fine with it. Most of my coworkers don't know what to do with me. Now there's this guy. Different department. Quiet, glasses, always has his headphones in. The kind of guy who brings his own lunch in a container and eats at his desk reading something on his phone. We've talked maybe a dozen times in the year I've been working here. Morning greetings, small talk in the pantry, one time he helped me fix a formula in excel and his arm brushed mine and I caught him glance down at my chest for half a second before snapping back to the screen and turning red. I thought about that for three days. But I never made a move because he seemed like the type who'd apologize for bumping into a door. Espec
On a business trip, I was sitting in my room for the third evening, completely at a loss for what to do with myself. I was fed up with TV, and so was my correspondence with my wife. I opened a website and scrolled through the profiles. One photo showed a girl of about twenty-two, thin, smiling, and wrote, "gentle, uninhibited." I messaged her. We agreed on an hour, I sent her a deposit, and gave her my number. Forty minutes later, there was a knock. I opened the door—and it wasn't her. About thirty-two years old, plump, short hair, a leather jacket, and a shoulder bag. She was definitely different from the photo. — Are you Andrey? - Yes... And you? — It's me today. A photo for those who are afraid. If you want a sweet girl, I'm not her. My rules. If you don't like it, the door is behind you. I stood there in my shorts and a T-shirt; it was already stupid to try to win back. The money was gone. I nodded. - Then close the door and take everything off. Don't
I woke up from a wet dream … fucking her. In the dream Sienna was on the pink rug, ass up, my cock buried in her, and I was about to come when the dream jerked sideways. A hand on my shoulder, and then my sister’s voice. “Cole. You’re moaning. Mom’s not here, but the neighbor is.” I opened my eyes. She was standing over the bed in a robe and nothing else. The robe was short, some thin white thing she used between showers, belt loose, front open, and both tits were out. They were pale and shaped as teardrops, narrow at the top but full and bouncy at the bottom topped with nipples stiff as my cock. The hem barely covered her pussy. One shift and I would have seen all of it. I was rock hard under the sheet. The dream had me right on the edge, but because she’d woken me up, I hadn’t finished. She looked at the tent and didn’t pretend she hadn’t. “Good morning to you too,” I said. She dropped a stack of cash on my chest. It fanned. Twenties, fifties, a band around the middle. My eyes
I've been seeing this guy Julian for a while now. "Seeing". I don't even know if that's the right word. We're not dating exactly, but we are something. He's patient with me in a way that no one else has been, and I don't think he knows how much that means to me. I'm a virgin, and i'm pretty committed to waiting until marriage. Religion and all that. So when I say "patient" that is what I mean. He came over on last Saturday afternoon. My roommate was gone for the weekend and I told him that when I texted him and he said "Do you want company?" and I said yes. We sat on my couch and drank some tea and just talked about nothing for a while. His knee was touching mine and I was hyper aware of it the way I'm always hyper aware of any part of him that's touching any part of me. It seriously makes me excited lol. I think i'm just super sensitive. "Can I ask you something?" he said at one point. "Yeah." I said. He went on to tell me about how he had an idea for something we could do to
I've been seeing this guy Julian for a while now. "Seeing". I don't even know if that's the right word. We're not dating exactly, but we are something. He's patient with me in a way that no one else has been, and I don't think he knows how much that means to me. I'm a virgin, and i'm pretty committed to waiting until marriage. Religion and all that. So when I say "patient" that is what I mean. He came over on last Saturday afternoon. My roommate was gone for the weekend and I told him that when I texted him and he said "Do you want company?" and I said yes. We sat on my couch and drank some tea and just talked about nothing for a while. His knee was touching mine and I was hyper aware of it the way I'm always hyper aware of any part of him that's touching any part of me. It seriously makes me excited lol. I think i'm just super sensitive. "Can I ask you something?" he said at one point. "Yeah." I said. He went on to tell me about how he had an idea for something we could do to
A few months ago I started an FWB relationship with a girl I met on Hinge. We saw each other a few times every month and the sex was really good. But this story isn't about her, it's about her roommate. A girl named Olive (not her real name) shared the apartment with her so I had met her every now and then when I visited Eve, my FWB (also not her real name). From tome to time we had a chat, for instance in their kitchen in the morning. Eve and I kept our FWB thing pretty strict so we didn't spend more time than necessary with each other. We were attracted to each other but didn't want our thing to glide into a situationship or something like that. Meeting up, having sex, staying overnight nad leaving. No dinners together, no breakfast together. But her roomate Olive was a little bit more curious about me, I could sense that. Sje would greet me when I got to their apartment and offered me a coffee in the morning when we bumped into each other in the kitchen. Olive is very pretty. She
The anal clip had been up for four days, and I had watched the view count like a guilty man checks a door. Sienna texted me the screenshot at midnight. Comments under it were not subtle. *Same guy in her pussy next. Don’t cut. Ass to pussy. What a monster cock! What’s his porn name?* I locked the phone and still saw it when I shut my eyes. I had already been inside my sister’s ass. Wanting the rest of it did not make it less wrong. It made it worse, and worse still felt good. Mom was on the late shift again. I was on the couch pretending to scroll when Sienna came out of her room in the cropped tee and those useless shorts, phone in her hand, smug in a way that meant the money had cleared. “You’re welcome,” she said. “I didn’t thank you.” “You should. They love you. Well, they love your cock. They don’t know it’s my brother’s.” She dropped onto my lap like the couch was full. Ass on my thighs, back against my chest, already grinding before I could shove her off. I was half hard fro
My best friend Val needed me to come on this overnight lake house trip with our college friend group because her parents only let her go out when I'm there (I'm the alibi, the responsible one, the eternal third wheel lmaoo). The real reason she wanted to go was to spend the night with her boyfriend Cole. I said fine because I love her and also free vacation So there's about 12 of us at this lake house, drinking, playing cards, eating pizza, and around 10pm someone pulls out a hat and we start doing written dares where you write a dare and how many people have to do it and toss it in Early dares were chill, sexy dance, call your ex, standard stuff. Then someone pulled out a dare that said "skinny dip for 3 minutes" and the bottle landed on Cole and the girl whose lake house it was The girl was shy about it but Cole stripped down like it was nothing and when I say I got a FULL view of Val's boyfriend I mean FULL, he was standing there under the patio lights completely naked and I was
He rents apartments exclusively to female students. Everyone knows this, but no one talks about it out loud. His building is old, three stories, on a quiet street near the university. The apartments are small but clean. And the price is below market. Much lower. I've been renting from him since my second year. Now I'm in my fourth. The room is small, with a window overlooking the courtyard, a bed, a table, and a closet. Everything is modest, but it's mine. My parents think I'm lucky. I thought so too. For the first three months. He comes unannounced. He has his own keys. He says he needs to check the condition of the apartment. The pipes, the wiring. All that stuff. The first time, I just opened the door in my robe. He looked at me, then at the bed. He said the mattress needed to be changed. I nodded. He came over, touched the mattress, then touched me. I stood there like an idiot. He took his time. He took off my robe, then my panties. I didn't even have time to