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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Those of you who have been reading my posts, know that a while back, my girlfriend said I was to be free use for some of her friends. But now, when we go to a bar or club, she tries to find a woman to take home for me to fuck. To be honest, a lot of women are turned off by this, but we have found some. gf explains to them that this is a one time thing. It is not ongoing. It's always good to be honest and upfront about this. When this does happen, it is such an amazing experience.

Fucking a complete stranger in front of my girlfriend is so hot and I actually think my girlfriend is more turned on than I am. It would be great if she could join in for a threesome, but for now she just likes watching. I tell my gf she's turned me into a slut. But she says I've always been one. She's probably right.... continue reading

A cold wind drove gray, stinging snow through the streets, melting it into mud beneath the wheels of the cars. The city lived its own harsh, oil-fueled life. It wasn't pretty, but it was as strong as a fist. Those who didn't fear long months in the north, far from home, on endless shifts, made good money here. Pyotr was one of them. Milana, standing by the window of their old, not yet completely empty apartment, watched the twilight swallow the gray panel buildings. Longing. Deep, aching, like an aching tooth. She was twenty-seven, and she had spent most of those last three years waiting. Waiting for a call, a message, a return. Peter was her husband, her love, and her greatest source of anxiety. A tall, lean, dark-haired man with a stubborn chin and jealous eyes, he graduated from the Oil and Gas Institute and dedicated his life to endless business trips. She, on the other hand, was an advertising executive, or, as it's fashionable to say these days, an SMM specialist.... continue reading

My son is back for the holiday, which means his friends are hanging out at the house again. My house always seems to be hangout central for him and his buddies. One of his best friends is always hitting on me, and me being the tease I am, I have been toying with him over the past month.

My husband knows all about what’s going on, and he loves it. He encourages me to be slutty and lives that young guys want to fuck me, so he gave me the green light to do what I wanted.

Last night we had dinner and a this friend was there along with two other friends of my sons. He flirts with me and tries to touch whenever he gets the chance. I let him get me off a few weeks ago, so he’s getting more and more aggressive. So of course he sat next to me at the table.

It wasn’t two minutes after sitting down that he had his hand on my leg under the table. I was wearing a skirt, I come prepared. He rubbed my thigh all dinner and I teased him by opening my legs just enough so his hand could get between th... continue reading

Friday. That long-awaited day when the work week ends and two days lie ahead that can be spent on anything. We were sitting in the living room: me, my wife Lera, and two of my friends, Sergey and Igor. We'd known each other for what felt like ages, gone to school together, been hooligans together. Now, here we were, drinking beer together at home, lounging on the couch. There was a certain tension. And it was all Lera's fault. She was dressed in a peculiar way: a short black dress, barely covering her hips, which perfectly hugged her firm butt and small but beautiful breasts. She was braless. I'd noticed this earlier in the day, when she bent over to pick something up and her dark aureola showed through the thin fabric. Back then, it had only given me a rush of lust and the thought, "It's going to be hot tonight." But now, under Sergey and Igor's gaze, this thought became alarming. They stared at her without restraint. Igor, stocky and strong, his arms co... continue reading

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I’m going to preface this by saying this definitely isn’t the wisest thing I’ve ever done, but it’s also the best sex I’ve ever had. This just happened tonight and my head is kind of spinning.

Me: 22, 5’11” 170lb muscular and bearded. Just got out of a 4 year long relationship, so I’ve literally never dated or had sex outside of this relationship as an adult before. I downloaded a bunch of dating apps last week and have around 70+ matches across all of them, so I’ve just been trying to learn how to get back on my feet and date again.

I matched with Elizabeth on Hinge and was instantly interested. She was by far the cutest girl I had matched with so far. She was a cosmetologist, had a really good sense of style, and we shared a mutual love for cats of all things. Off the top of my head, she looked like a cuter and younger version of [Stephanie Andujar](https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMjAzODYwNzktNTQ4ZC00NWU3LTg4NmUtMDZkOGM5ZTM3MmQwXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTYwOTc0NDI@._V1_.jpg).... continue reading

I am a little inexperienced when it comes to, well, girls. It's harder to pick up girls. You flirt with them but they think you're just being nice. It's all kind of frustrating. I felt so misunderstood until I met Emily.

Emily was around five years older than me and shorter than me, strangely enough. She hit the gym a lot and seemed very very relaxed. When she hit me up I was surprised. She asked me if I wanted to go to her apartment and I had butterflies in my stomach the whole time.

When we got there she took me straight to the bedroom and laid me down on her bed. She eased my leggings off and pulled off my panties.

"Number one rule in my bed," she said. "You cum as many times as humanly possible."

I thought she was just talking a big game. Then she parted my thighs and moved to lick my pussy.

I had heard of stone cold tops before. Women who get off by getting others off. They don't ask for anything in return, it's the giving that gets them going. And jesus fucking christ did th... continue reading

I love it when men talk about their dreams—the Beautiful Princess or Queen they want to serve. For many, this remains just a fantasy, but for me, this dream has become reality. I am a Mistress, and one man gave me seven years of his life—seven years of devotion, pain, trust, and submission that have become part of my soul, part of my world. Our acquaintance began timidly: he came to test himself, his limits, to understand how much he could trust a woman who takes complete control. In his gaze, I noticed a mixture of timidity and quiet delight, a desire to surrender, trembling and tension, but most importantly—a willingness to be mine. The first punishment was a test. I made him kneel before me and selected a whip, a belt, and a cane. "Lower your head," I ordered, and his voice trembled: "Yes, Mistress." Strike after strike fell on his skin, leaving stripes and marks. His breathing quickened, his body tensed, he fought back a scream but did not beg for mercy. "Say... continue reading

This happened last night. I made an r4r post last night looking for a FWB and got messaged by a woman. It simply said "I'm at <hotel>, come use me" with a sexy picture in the mirror in her night blouse. We exchanged pics and found each other hot. She was Asian, about 5'2, petite, amazing little stacked body with sexy tasteful tattoos across her body. I'm 6'0, bearded, athletic, about 190lb with a lumberjack build. We exchanged test results and safe words before I told her I'd be there within the hour. She said she wasn't on birth control and that I should cum in her ass.

I've done some crazy things in my life but I was definitely still a bit nervous driving over. I was collected by the time I got there and ran into a bit of a problem - the lobby worker wouldn't let me go up since there were no visitors allowed late. I messaged her and she called down saying I was her brother and that I'd be quick (lol). Meanwhile I previously told the worker I was here for a friend, but we had n... continue reading

So I’m still seeing Mark, the guy who kinda catfished me on Hinge. Said he's 45, divorced, hot pics. Ended up being 55 years old, the “married but separated” bullshit. Whatever. His dick is thick and he fucks good, so I kept answering his texts.

We usually meet in cheap hotels, but he finally asks me over for dinner and to stay the night at his house. I get excited and pack my sluttiest overnight stuff: tiny pink VS sheer babydoll gown that’s completely see-through, matching crotchless thong underneath.

I get there, he’s got dinner ready, we’re on the second bottle of wine and his hand is already between my legs. I’m so ready to get things rolling. One more minute and he would’ve been inside me right on the living room couch. Then the front door opens.

This woman walks in: “Mark, who the fuck is she?”

He freezes, then goes, “Hey babe, this is Kayla... huh... she’s Tim’s girlfriend. She’s staying over tonight and we're just chatting before they head to sleep.”

I almost spit my win... continue reading

I live in a share house (3m 2f in our early 30s) with a backyard sauna. A few times a week you’ll find at least one of us in there at the end of the day, especially in the colder months. It’s a bit of a mixed bag for nudity: Saskia (the German) insists that the only true sauna is a nude one, and rarely covers up with a towel. I don’t like to wear anything but will keep a towel on to save embarrassment. The other girl, Marianna (the hotter of the two!) will usually go topless but keeps a towel around her most of the time, and her bikini bottoms underneath. I try not to be too obvious, but I always enjoy ogling some sweaty boobs while I relax.

This Sunday night I was having a steam after a tough week when I was joined by Mariana. She had been for a big charity bike ride the previous day and was complaining all weekend about how sore her legs and butt was. Once she had warmed up in the sauna she started stretching her legs to try to work out some of the tightness, meaning her towel kept... continue reading

Anya woke up in the morning; her husband was already at work. She lay in her white bed, wearing a black nightgown with thin straps, naked, her nipples protruding. Anya picked up her laptop, opened it, and went to the website of the café where she'd been married the day before yesterday. She opened a photo of herself kneeling in a white wedding dress, a white veil covering her head, surrounded by Caucasian men. She stared at the photo and recalled how this group of ten men had fucked her mouth, how she'd taken turns taking black cocks and sucking their heads. The girl's left hand moved down to her smoothly shaved pussy, and she placed her palm on her already wet pussy and began to caress her labia, brushing her clitoris with her index finger. With her right hand, she exposed her right breast, which lay over her black nightgown, and with two fingers began to squeeze her pink nipple, occasionally making circles with her fingers over her pink areola. The girl remembered how... continue reading

Where: My house during football game watch party with about 15 people - a random assortment of guys and girls. I lived with four roommates at the time.

When: I was 20, and a junior in college.

Who: Me and some random chick, I don't even remember her name. (I'll call her Mary because why not) I certainly remember what she looked like.

At this time in my life, I was working out about 5 times a week, in college, and things were coasting. I was 6'2", about 190 pounds, and in very good shape. I had visible abs, nice arms, and I regularly got attention from girls. I was also lucky, because I went to a smallish private college that was about 55% women.

Mary was hot. She was a freshman, and this was in the late fall semester, so she was relatively new to the school. She was 5'8", thin and athletic. Pretty face - beautiful eyes. Dark skin, but not ethnic - sort of olive. [Jessica Alba](https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-14575751/Jessica-Alba-ripped-bikini-body-tropical-getaway-k... continue reading