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
Gentle music plays outside the door, and we enjoy each other by the light of an outlandish lantern. A full bath relaxes our bodies and thoughts flow like a drop of honey down the cheek. We drink red wine and alternately watch the ruby reflections and sparks in our eyes. The wine begins to take effect and I notice an exciting blush on your cheeks. I gently take your leg and slowly rub your foot. I like to watch the expression in your eyes: they gradually grow cloudy and lose focus. Your fingers are already in my mouth, and the hot tongue finds the most sensitive areas that you didn't even know existed... Water gently hugs us and I want to share with you the joy of solitude. Hands lie on your knees and slide smoothly down. Feel the bubbles separate from your velvet skin and rise up. Hands under water caress your body and we begin to become a single pulsating organism with you. Fingers become naughty, and thoughts are locked on the thirst for satisfaction ... With my left hand, I care
I am a painter. Women's nature - worries. But the man in me has always been stronger than the artist. Now I draw on this very nature. If you only knew how beautiful it is: under your hands, the female body blossoms and reveals its true beauty. I am sure that only an artist can elevate the beauty of a naked woman to the rank of art. It's available to me. I want you to know that this is also possible. And it is not at all necessary to imagine me as a weird type bathing screaming girls in paint. Not at all. Firstly, because I work only with Women. And secondly: I'm an ordinary guy, I work as a designer in an advertising agency, I get good fees for advertising broths, tights and rolled steel. Ask: who agrees to "lie under the brush"? The first among the candidates is a girl from a party. Fashionable, cool. Tattoo? Yes, here she is, uncle, a rose on her ass. An umbilical ring? Please. Ecstasy? It used to. Fashionable pubic haircut? But what about without her? How old are you? 18th. Such
This is one of those stories that seems too good to be true but I will do my best to include as many details as possible so that you know that this really did happen. This is a very long story with a lot of buildup but here it goes... Just so everyone knows, this story does involve cheating. If you don't like that, move to the next story and don't message me about it. If you want to skip the lead up just go down to the ------------. So I started working at this job about a year ago and immediately noticed how cute our office manager (let's call her 'K') is. K is 5'1", has long dark hair, full lips, gorgeous smile, a few tattoos and the coolest fucking personality. She dresses pretty modest but I noticed early on that she had great curves, even on her tiny frame. That being said, she was just a cool coworker. We always hung out and talked at work but I'm in a relationship and she's married so I never even thought twice about making a move. I definitely fantasized about her but ne
This story happened a few years ago. Im 26 now. My roommate in college liked to party, and one night she and her boyfriend had gone out. She drank a lot like usual, and came home. I was and am kind of a dork so I was just hanging out playing on my computer. She said (drunkenly) "gtfo bitch, i need to get some dick rn". I was mad but he apologized a little so I just thought fuck it and went to my friends room. After a few hours, I came back. I thought it was all fine because the door was unlocked. All the lights were off except my roommates desk light. She was passed out and snoring loudly while her bf was in her desk chair masturbating. I was shocked. He had MY panties in his hand. He said "oh fuck-" but i said "shhh!". i walked over to him, turned on by this horny perverted boy. His white cock was soo hard and leaking precum, and I couldnt help myself. I opened my shirt and let him grope me, then I started to suck him. His cock was stiff and a little slender, but he was only the t
So I have a friend who is a swinger, and she got an invite for a private party. She asked if she could bring a friend, so she asked me and I said sure. We get to the house, and I take my wedding rings off and leave them in her car (I'm playing single tonight, since I know most swingers don't like cheaters) and I'm introduced to a bunch of people there, Including the host couple which we will call Rob and Patty. At the end there was about 12 people in total. Patty tell us that we are doing a thing called "A night of non verbal consent", but leaves it at that. Intrigued, i definitely decide to stick around, and after a bit of mingling and a couple glasses of wine, we are told to go downstairs. We go down and they have a large room with a few large air mattresses linked together so well you could tell they would not move, obviously they knew what they were doing. Patty then explained how this works. The lights will be off and will be in complete darkness, and y
The story is based on real events that happened to the pornomaster, for ethical reasons real names may be changed. Having received an invitation to spend the evening with one of my friends, I, your humble servant pornomaster, accepted the invitation. My friend is a very strange person, in addition to being a member of one of the sects, he is also a pervert and an exhibitionist. Playing cards, like other nonsense, naturally quickly became boring. And then our tireless Sasha suggested a game: everyone blindfolded with a scarf, then one of us hid the object (in order to be able to use all places, including intimate places, we chose an elastic band), and then they searched him, there was about 15 seconds. And you can search by touching his face, and then the place below the navel I found an elastic band in a slipper. By the way, about the girl Nastya, I need to tell you especially: this is the unique kind of Russian girl who combines beauty and desire for sex, with not false modesty an
This is a continuation of the real story about the sexual awakening of my virgin coworker. Another pic is below. Picking up where I left off, my coworker came over that same night. She told me that the night before she hadn't wanted to take her pants off because she was embarrassed about her bush. But now she was waxed for the first time in her life. Later on I came to learn she grew up in a very conservative house, and her parents still forbid her from dating even though she was in her mid-20s and lived on her own. They said once she went back to graduate school and had a real career (more than just an office assistant) she could date and get married. But she finally decided she had enough, although she didn't tell them that. She was ready for her first time, and I was in the right place at the right time. We made out again, with our hands all over each other. I undid the button on her pants and slid them off. My mind was blown as I realized under her baggy clothing
It had been three days since I saw the photograph. Three days since my mother, pale as dying ghost, snatched the picture from my hand and said, “we’ll talk about it later.” Suddenly it was later. My heart raced when I heard her voice through my bedroom door, and my cock jumped. “Can I come in?” My brain had to win out over my body here. I took a deep breath, trying not to suddenly get hard knowing my mom was coming in to have a conversation about what I saw. I was a mature 19 year old man with at least some experience with women. I should be able to control myself. “Yeah, come in.” So far so good. The door opened and she smiled at me, wearing a loose t-shirt and faded old jeans, nothing crazy. I could do this. But then, I saw the photograph, in her hand as she closed the door behind her despite the fact that both my sister and I were out of the house. She sat down next to me on the edge of my bed as I set the controller in my hand down, trying my best to keep calm. This was norm
I know this sounds unreal trust me it feels unreal. I don’t even know how to feel about these relationships anymore. I’ve got a small friend group, 3 guys and 1 other girl. It started with a simple truth or dare, someone asked what my biggest kink was and I said humiliation. After another go around it got to my friend and she dared me to spend the rest of the night in my underwear. I did that and than the day came and went and nobody ever though about it again. On a different day we were hanging out and playing some jackbox games (like the stuff you connect your phones to) and me and my friend got into an argument (not a real one just like a joking one with some stupid question) and she said “shut up you’re literally a bottom you shouldn’t be arguing this hard” and I was like I’m not a fucking bottom. She leaned closer to me, stuck out her hand, and said “give my your panties.” I just laughed awkwardly for a sec but she didn’t laugh. I’m not gonna lie, the only reason I did this is
Episode 1 ... You stand completely naked near the open closet and thoughtfully sort out your outfits. Finally, you opt for a super short open evening dress - extremely frank, not so much dressing as undressing you. - How? - a questioning look in my direction. - Thing! - I appreciate. You straighten your dress on the bed and pull out your panties. You look doubtfully at the thinnest fabric of the dress and take others - a purely symbolic lace rag on strings. With deft movements, slightly twisting your hips, you put them on - panties barely cover your pubis. In the summer, you removed your pubic hair, leaving your favorite "fashionable" haircut, and yet the most cheeky hairs peeked out from behind the lacy edges of the panties. I look at you with pleasure: an even tan covers your entire body. Following the example of all the local young (and not only) ladies, you sunbathe topless - bras from swimsuits remained at the bottom of the suitcase. At first, you were a little embarrassed
This was tough to type since my mind is all over the place with how amazing this whole experience has been. Also we’ve hooked up every day since besides today since his son in in town but this story is just about the first time. Also since I get asked this a lot, his son and I were in the same group of friends, he was closer to my ex and aside from a kiss years ago playing spin the bottle nothing ever happened between us. Thursday night I’m just swiping through tinder when his profile pops up. I’ve know him since I was 13 as he lives in the same neighborhood and he drove me to school a few times and back. He’s also very good friends with my dad and his over at my house quite often and part of his “the boys” group lol. When I saw I obviously looked through and finally with a bit of nervousness decided to swipe right. Instantly matched and I was a a bit shocked and nervous, so I posted on Reddit about it since I can’t tell anyone I know about this. I also shared it with a guy I talk
My wife is not what you’d generally consider an exhibitionist, but something about this little piece of clothing trips a switch inside her. When you see her wearing one, it makes sense—her perky (natural) boobs and tight tummy seem made to be wrapped in a little stretchy piece of fabric. She looks ripe and perfect, ready to be unwrapped and devoured. Her wholesome girl-next door vibe (tall, athletic, blonde, glasses) and her ivy-league degree somehow make the effect even hotter, and the visible bikini tan lines are the icing on the cake. Everyone stares—walking around the mall is an absolute trip—and we have so much fun with that. Another benefit of tube-tops is they’re easy (and fun) to pull down. On occasion if nobody is looking our way—say, we’re in an empty aisle at the supermarket—I’ll reach over without warning and just… casually pull her top down, completely exposing her tits. She blushes and giggles and scrambles to get it back up before someone appears. Ten minutes later
So this one dates back a few years and I've been reluctant to share but I figured why not since everyone seems to be so welcoming here. So my friend was dating a guy for about 3 years up until that time. They seemed great together and had chemistry, I seriously thought they were a good couple. Around November is when I noticed she wasn't as happy as she used to be as well as not hanging out with me as much as she used to. We were all chilling in our mutual friend group before she decided to mention that she thinks her bf at the time was cheating. It shocked our group and we spent a great deal asking her questions. What tipped her off was a girl recently was following him on instagram and liked a lot of his posts. She got anxious and checked his phone one day and noticed their chats were a little steamier than they should be. She was furious but sad and confided in us all that day. About two weeks had passed and they still hadn't broken up, I found out later was because he gaslight her
Been wanting to get this one off my chest for a while. I want you to imagine your typical cute girl next door. She's 19, red hair, so much potential, just the sweetest girl. But she's got a body that just absolutely won't quit. She's got an incredible rack that's almost always on display, an ass that's impossible to hide, and the most insane case of DSL you've ever seen. A walking dream. A few steps above imagining, I've lived next to this girl for a while. Knew her parents even longer. I've supported her through all her extracurriculars through school, made her dinner when her folks weren't home, the likes. On the night in question, her folks just didn't happen to be home. She asked me to keep her company while she did some studying for college and maybe whip up some grub. This was nothing out of the ordinary. I came over at roughly 6:30pm, with her parents slated to be home around 9:30. 3 hours to cook, eat, and maybe help with homework if it's math-related. Easy peasy! While s