The day just sucked, there was nothing but trouble at work. Tired, I got on the subway, going home. There were not too many people in the car, but there was still nowhere to sit down. I stood near the door, holding on to the railing. Dark thoughts swirled in my head, the mood was lousy. Realizing that I can’t think of anything sensible for a tired head, I decided to digress. Looking around, I found that a pretty girl was standing a meter away from me. She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old. She was wearing a short skirt and a T-shirt. My gaze flickered over her slender legs, thin waist. Under the T-shirt, the hemispheres of her breasts stood out, it was clear that she was not wearing a bra. The girl had shoulder-length black hair, a beautiful face with expressive green eyes. She did not notice me, staring into the void and thinking about something of her own. The next station was always full of people at that time. So it was this time. The crowd got into the car. Seein
You all know that meme with the girl stuck in the dryer wiggling her ass, trying to seduce her step brother? My husband showed me one of those jokes the other night, and I thought of it again about an hour later when I was doing the laundry. So… I did it. I bent over when he wasn’t looking and pushed myself into the dryer. The position gave me no view of him at all, but I heard his amused laugh as he crossed the room to give my ass a spank. I was only wearing a big t-shirt and panties at the time. One spank quickly turned into a second, which turned into him rubbing my clit through my panties while keeping his hands on my waist so I couldn’t get out of the dryer. When I started my little joke, I didn’t actually expect he’d get into it. The position itself had always seemed too silly for me. I guess while it was a sexual joke, it hadn’t actually turned me on. My husband’s fingers had entirely changed my mind. I piped up for him, even including the dumb “What are you doing, Step-broth
In every female friendship group, there’s at least one girl who openly loves sucking cock and is damn good at it. She has the cumshots to prove it, the short head-giving times on her resume and she’s keen to share her wisdom. That’s me. Giving high effort oral is one of the keys to a passionately erotic relationship. Well, although some girls give head very occasionally, or not at all, I tend to give it quite a few times per week. My girls and I went for drinks, and naturally, sex comes up. One of them says her new boyfriend hinted his ex gave tonnes of blowjobs. She claims she’s inexperienced with them. The next day, I wrote a 2-page guide on how to give the head they’ll remember and crave dearly. I wrote about how visuals are everything. It’s hiding your tits for the first few minutes. It’s about placing a mirror behind you as you prop your ass on, sat on your heels, while he’s on the couch experiencing the deep throat treatment. Go a step further and strum away at your clit wit
She met him in a bar, where she went because she had nothing to do, she was sad and had nowhere to go from the thoughts that haunted her. It was a muscular handsome man, thoroughbred, like a stallion. His raven-black hair fell in waves over his shoulders. The jaws quivered under the stubble of unshaven cheeks. The white T-shirt only emphasized the tan and beautiful body to the best of pumped up muscles. Blue jeans were tight around the narrow buttocks, emphasizing everything that their owner wanted to highlight. He sat at the bar and occasionally with a bored look, cast a glance at the strip show dancers. Kate sat down beside him and lightly touched the stranger's beautiful, as if chiseled hand. He reluctantly turned his head and cut blue blades of cold eyes, jerked his hand away, showing that he was not interested in her person. This offended the girl, and she accepted the challenge. Defiantly, she turned away from the icy handsome man and started a heart-to-heart conversation with a
This story happened a few years ago when I was at college and studying to be a Geology major.(yeah I don’t fucking know why either) probably what led to me teacher science years later. So geology classes at my university were generally all late at night, or hey were for older students who wanted to advance in a science background, and as such it was mostly a bunch of older men or women in there but like way older than normal college students. They were cool as hell but not like fun. Anyways, most of the classes were held in a super small auditorium setting . Like imagine 50 seats i a. Normal classroom but auditorium style. So I always sat at the back many my self, as I normally did in college, until one day this super cute nerdy chick sat next to me. She had black short hair, glasses and not much of a body, But I was into it for sure, she just seemed nerdy as hell but in a super cute way. Most of the people sat with gaps, cause college but she sat right next to me which caught me o
Snow fell on the city of Ch-ts, mixed with rare autumn leaves, which by this time had not yet had time to fly around everything. He fell asleep in a rather lousy and dirty street, circled in the yellow light of rare street lamps, buried a downed cat lying on the side of the road under him. It was 11 pm and I was trying to get to the avenue to take the bus there. The road led me past the central city park. I raised my head and saw the vague outlines of a ferris wheel against the sky, because of the falling snow it seemed that it was gently swaying under the gusts of wind. Once upon a time, I admired the views of our city opening from it. For some reason I really wanted to jump... But then I began to visit here less and less often, the park fell into disrepair - perestroika gave people new opportunities for cultural recreation. Now I assumed that there was not a single living soul in the park, except, perhaps, a watchman or a maniac, which we had in extremely small numbers in the Volog
This story takes place a few years ago in a pre-pandemic world. I don't remember the dialogue perfectly and have embellished just a few details to make it hotter, but this is very much a true story at heart. I grew up on a Pacific island, but one of the poorer ones with little in the way of tourist infrastructure. There were always people from out of town stopping by, but they were usually either U.S. military or middle-aged white guys looking for a new surf spot. Thus, it was quite the surprise one day when I showed up to my favorite beach after work, and lounging in the fading afternoon sun was a gorgeous redhead. She literally stuck out like a diamond, as her skin was a milky pale white, dozens of shades lighter than anyone else on the beach. Her hair was long and curly, and it almost looked ablaze in the soft afternoon glow. It had been an overcast morning, so the beach was mostly empty. I laid my towel not far from hers; honestly, all I wanted to do was stare at her body. At
My boyfriend and I have been together for over two months. Most nights, we spend the night at one of our residences together. A few weeks ago, I decided to be sassy and blow him up in the morning when he was still asleep. He was ecstatic when he awoke. Within minutes of recognizing what was happening, he had cum filling my mouth to the brim. He wants it every morning now, so let's fast forward. I naturally get up early and am about an hour ahead of him. He won't wake up or set his alarm until then. I now perform it each morning. As soon as my watch's alarm goes off, I begin to drool. I simply dive in and begin sucking if he is dozing on his back. I often take care of a few morning tasks, including washing my face and getting dressed, if he is on his front or side. I'll roll him over and begin sucking after that. Lol. I adore how it starts out soft in my mouth and gradually becomes harder. Usually, he awakens just as the going gets very tough. I treble the speed at that point, and h
This was not long ago, I have since moved on to better ways to make money. But for quite some, I was a babysitter in a small town. Most of my clients came by word of mouth, and this is basically how it happened... My curves and soft waves of hair have captivated many men, from their twenties to their forties. It was no wonder that I was in such high demand as a babysitter. I was good at what I did, and the moms loved me. However, it was the dads that couldn’t resist my full lips and seductive smile. Word of my beauty (and sexscapades) seemed to spread all over the neighborhood... I noticed many of the dads began to look at me differently, as if they were fantasizing of what I could offer. My rates naturally went up because of this, LOL. But I always had a special kind of power, one that I was not afraid to use. I found myself in many places with these men, letting them explore my body in their own special way. One dad especially...this man in particular, w
He’s behind me, spooning me, fucking me. His left arm is wrapped under and around my neck, holding my throat tight. His right arm is between my legs, teasing my clit while he mercilessly thrusts into my pussy. I’m trying to scream in pleasure but I can’t make a sound. Instead I tense up and cum around his cock. I’ve lost count at how many times he’s made me gush. “That’s my good girl….now what if I do this?” His hand on my clit moves to my pelvis, pressing on my stomach. He’s putting pressure on his cock from the outside. I arch my back, trying to get him as deep as possible. His left arm moves from my throat and roughly grabs one of my breasts, giving him the leverage he needs to pump in to me even faster. My body can’t quite decide what to do: catch my breath, or scream his name as I cum all over him. I let out a ragged moan as I clench and cum. “That’s just how I like you. Completely in my control. Now I’m going to pump you full and you’re going to take every…last…drop.” The l
Kit heard everything I had said to Sophia. She was excited especially when I showed her pics of Sophia. Plus, i told Kit and the inexperience of Sophia. That seemed to make her extra horny. "I can't wait until she gets here. I hope she'll want to play with me? I definitely want to fuck her." Kit had climbed off of me when I was on the phone but quickly climbed back on top and put her pussy back on my mouth as she aggressive sucked my dick. I didn't want to cum but she was too good. I told her I was about to blow so she just had my head in her mouth and stroked my cum out. Getting a mouthful of cum made Kit cum on my face. Her pussy leaked all over my face and made a mess out of me. We got up and got a drink, still naked. I was washing my face when Sophia knocked on the door. Kit answered it. She has a really nice ass and I was a bit nervous of her answering the door naked. Sophia was a little shocked seeing Kit naked and even more when she kissed her. This, of course, made me hard
I’ve been dreaming about fucking Ellie for 15 years. Let me take you back real quick to explain: we met in kindergarten, our mothers became fast friends and we grew up together. She was my partner in crime when we were kids. Then we hit puberty and I started to notice… new things about Ellie. I think I was 20 the first time I allowed myself to think about her when I was masturbating. She has these beautiful tits and I had just spent a whole day thinking of what they would feel like around my cock if I ever had the chance to tit fuck her. So I wanked it really good, pretending my fist was actually Ellie kneeling before me and squeezing her breast so I could fuck them. Never made a move though, because: 1 - I didn’t wanna risk the friendship 2 - There was never a right time 3 - I’m full of shit cause I’m actually a fucking coward “Hey shooter” she hugs me really tight and smacks a kiss on my cheek “You ready?” “You gotta stop calling me that” I hug her back. “It’s c
By the time I woke up, Rachel was gone. Was she also embarrassed at what she felt? I checked my phone and there was a message from her. "Sorry I left so early. I forgot to do something for mom yesterday so I thought I'd better do it soon. Thanks for the bed. See you around." It was a couple of weeks later before I saw Rachel again. I was busy with work and she was busy with school. She called me in my way home from work around 5pm crying. She said she caught her boyfriend cheating on her and she broke up with him, heartbroken. She asked if she could stay the weekend with me because she couldn't deal with our parents. I told her it was fine. I ordered her favorite pizza once Rachel showed up. She was a mess. I let her cry on my shoulder as long as she needed. She finally dried up when the pizza arrived. We ate and I tried to crack jokes to make her feel better. After we ate, I put her favorite show on Netflix and we started to binge watch. She was cuddled up to me and would say somet
Charm and anticipation has gone from their relationship, replaced by semi-legitimate cooperation. Sex, exciting and unbridled, continued to bind them, giving not joy, no, but the satisfaction of mutual dark lustful desires. She stopped dreaming. The work, as before, was interesting, the smack of obvious danger and illegality intensified the brightness of the spicy impressions she received, including sexual ones. She again lived, in obedience to habit, without joy and warmth, and once answered the call of Sergei, who systematically called her without an answer. They met, the genuine joy of the guy was transferred to her, she was surprised to understand that she missed simple, sincere, disinterested relationships. They walked and talked for a long time like in the summer, he took her hand, she did not take it away. They began to meet, rarely, carving out minutes from mutual employment. He invited her to his small bachelor apartment and timidly said that he would be happy if she did n
This happened my sophomore year in college. It had been a month and a half since I saw Mr Jacobs. The last time I saw him he was licking my pussy and I sent him home with my panties, stuffing them in his pants as he walked out the door with my roommate. The new semester was starting and I was wondering what he had been thinking about for the past 6 weeks. Did he try to forget about me or was he jerking off with my panties every night? I got to the dorm and my roommate and her parents were already there getting stuff set up. My roommate jumped up and gave me a big hug and I pleasantly waved at her parents. “Hi Mr and Mrs Jacobs, good to see you, hope you had a great holiday and got some great gifts.” They both waved back and Mrs Jacobs told me what a wonderful holiday they had had. “Hi Katie” Mr Jacobs said, and he blushed and turned away. I proceeded to starting setting up my side of the room. I wore a jean skirt that day, hoping I would have a chance to tease Mr Jacobs. I didn’t w
I work in a clothing store. I’m not going to give the specific name for obvious reasons… But let’s call it Forever 22 just for fun. Those of you who have worked retail know that most of the time, it’s either boring as shit or busy as hell. They give me a decent amount of hours though, pay me decently, and I like that my boss is understanding about my schedule at school. We mostly see teenage/early twenties women shopping with friends or while dejected parents wait outside. Moms come in plenty, Dads are most often sitting on the bench outside our store. Edgar ended up being an exception to that rule. He was playing the “cool single dad” role for his daughter who’s in her late teens. I showed them around the store a little bit, and pointed his daughter in the direction of several things in her style. He ended up coming back over to chat with me when she was in the change room trying on a few things. The conversation was very professional initially, he asked me about a few different dres
I met him in a college physics class. He normally sat behind me. He didn't say a word the first month of class but anytime I would turn around and ask him a question about something he always knew the answer. He was cute despite being socially awkward and shy. His hair was long-ish and dyed black. I knew he had good taste in music because he wore band t-shirts like Bauhaus and Joy Division. We had a big test coming up and I needed to do well so I asked him if he would come over to my apartment and study with me. He agreed. When he showed up I noticed he was dressed a little nicer than normal (collared shirt) and was freshly shaved. I had an inkling that maybe he was hoping for more than just studying. We "studied" for hours. In reality, he already knew everything so basically he was just tutoring me. When we finished I shifted the subject to more personal stuff. He told me that he hadn't had much luck dating. When I pressed him for details he mentioned that he was really inexper
My friend Yurka had a constant mistress, whom he often mentioned in our conversations. I did not know her, but according to Yurka, she was a woman - a masterpiece. She was a few years older than Yurka (older than me, of course), but supposedly she knew how to do everything. And when she treated the cock with her mouth, Yurka experienced inexplicable bliss and she did not refuse in the ass, moreover, she insisted that Yurka cum in the ass. She, according to Yurka, was unusually gentle and affectionate. In addition to everything, she differed little from the circus midget in her height: - she was unusually miniature. Petite women are my weakness! In general, Yurka drummed into my weak soul (weak to the female sex) an irresistible desire to share with him the bed in which Olechka is - this is his mistress. I expressed my desire to Yurka, with a request to agree with Olya so that I would be accepted into their “family”. Yuri promised. But, as I saw, I did not feel any special joy f
After graduating from school, I could not enter the institute for the full-time department, there were not enough points, and I had to retake one exam and apply for the evening department. After enrollment, I, like other comrades in misfortune, had to look for work. It seemed to me that in our time to find a job is easy. But how to find it, if for ten years, apart from a writing pen, he held nothing in his hands. And the fact that something to do with your own hands, there is nothing to say at all. Having pushed around the enterprises of my native city and not finding anything suitable, I turned to my parents for help. Having mocked my self-confidence, after reading a sea of lectures, I was nonetheless hired to work in one of the factory's laboratories, where I have to work for a whole year as a junior laboratory assistant, or rather, a second-class electrician. It was the end of August. On the very first day of my working life, my boss called me. “So that’s it,” he began, looking
This was five years ago. I still remember when she walked into my seminar on the first day of the spring semester. I’d long since learned to deal with the fact that some students are attractive, but she was another level. Tall and blonde, at once graceful and gawky, seemingly not entirely in control of her long legs, and a wide, wry smile—her mouth was a little too big, in a Julia Roberts way—that told you she was aware of it. Her touch of awkwardness only made her sexier—she wore a wide, wry smile, as if to apologize for being so impossibly hot. Her voice was lower than you’d expect, and her default tone was gentle sarcasm. Tattoos on both arms suggested another side to her I couldn’t help but wonder about. On top of all of that—let’s get out with it—she had a spectacular set of breasts, buoyant but far too large for her narrow frame. (But, as I learned, entirely natural). The effect was stunning, and she knew it, but she never relied on it—she sharp as a tack and didn’t need to. I