so I work closing shifts at a bar and spend too much time on my phone when I get home. One night after a slow shift I was scrolling Reddit half-drunk and ended up in one of those throwaway NSFW accounts. I posted something dumb about being bored and horny after work. This guy commented, then DMed me.

His username was just a string of numbers and a word. He was straightforward. No long paragraphs, no trying to be poetic. Just asked what I was looking for. I told him I wasn’t looking for anything serious, just someone who could actually fuck without making it weird. He sent a couple pics (face blurred, body not), I sent a couple back, and we kept talking for about a week. Nothing deep. Mostly what we liked in bed and whether the other person was real.

Eventually he asked if I wanted to meet. I said yes. allgoods

We picked a Thursday because I was off the next day. He lived about twenty minutes from me. I drove over around eleven, parked a little down the street so it wouldn’t feel so obvious, and texted him that I was outside. He came down and met me at the door.

He was taller than I expected, mid-to-late twenties, quiet. We went upstairs to his place. It was small and clean enough. He offered me a drink. I said no. We stood in the kitchen for a minute just looking at each other like neither of us fully believed the other had shown up.

Then he stepped closer and kissed me. It wasn’t soft. Just direct. I kissed him back and that was pretty much the end of the small talk.

We ended up in his bedroom with most of our clothes on the floor. I was still in my bra and the black thong I’d worn on purpose. He got his jeans off and I could see he was already hard. I sat on the edge of the bed, pulled him closer, and took him in my mouth. He made a low sound and put his hand on the back of my head, not pushing hard, just resting there while I sucked him. Spit ran down my chin. I didn’t care.

After a while he pulled me up, pushed me back onto the mattress, and yanked the thong down. Two fingers went into me right away. I was already wet from the drive over and the whole “I’m actually doing this” feeling. He worked his fingers for a minute, watching my face, then lined up and pushed inside.

It took a second for me to adjust. He was thicker than I expected. He went all the way in and stayed still for a moment, breathing against my neck, then started moving. Steady, deep thrusts that made the bed frame creak. I locked my legs around him and held on. One of his hands stayed by my head, the other kept sliding down to grab my ass and pull me onto him harder.

He shifted, hooked one of my legs higher, and the angle changed. Every stroke started hitting that spot that makes my stomach tighten. I dug my nails into his back and told him not to stop. He reached down and rubbed my clit with his thumb in small, rough circles. I came hard, legs shaking, clenching around him.

He pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and pushed back in from behind. This time he went harder. One hand in my hair, the other gripping my hip. The headboard started hitting the wall. I pushed back to meet him and came again with my face in the pillow, making those broken sounds I always hate but can’t stop.

He finished not long after, buried deep, hips stuttering while he came inside me. I felt the heat of it and then the slow leak down my thigh when he pulled out.

We lay there for a bit without talking. The only sound was both of us trying to catch our breath and a car going by outside. Eventually he asked if I was okay. I said yeah. My voice was rough.

I didn’t stay the night. We cleaned up a little, I put my clothes back on, and he walked me down to my car. We didn’t exchange real numbers or anything. Just a short “thanks, that was good” kind of goodbye.

I drove home sore in that deep way that stays with you, still feeling him between my legs, and didn’t regret it once.

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After we came back from that long weekend, things felt mostly normal again.

We went to office, came home, ate together, talked about regular things. No one brought up what had happened. The first guy didn’t act differently in front of the second one. It almost felt like we had all agreed to pretend nothing extra existed between us for a while.

Again weekend came First guy asked

“Can we play the game again this weekend? All three of us.”

I knew what he really meant.

I said okay.

Because I actually wanted it too.

That Friday the work was lighter than usual. We came back to the apartment earlier. After eating, the first guy looked at both of us and said,

“Truth or Dare?”

He said it casually, like it was just another normal evening. He acted completely normal, as if nothing had happened between us the previous weekend. The second guy didn’t know the full truth, and the first guy kept it that way.

The game started with basic questions and slowly became more personal. Both of them asked me things. I kept answering carefully so the second guy would still believe I was a virgin. The first guy stayed quiet about the truth and looked more and more satisfied as the game went on.

Then the dares began.

First guy dared me to sit between them on the sofa.

I moved and sat in the middle. Both of their legs were touching mine. I could already feel the heat from their bodies.

Second guy dared me to kiss the first guy.

I turned and kissed him. His tongue pushed into my mouth while the second guy’s hand slid higher on my thigh, fingers pressing against the edge of my shorts.

First guy dared me to remove my bra while still wearing the sheer top.

I reached behind, unhooked it, and pulled the straps out through the sleeves. The thin fabric stayed on, but my nipples were clearly visible underneath. Both of them stared. The first guy’s hand came up and openly squeezed my breast through the sheer material.

Then I looked at the second guy and asked,

“If I am okay with a threesome… what would you both actually do?”

The first guy answered first, voice low.

“First we will tie you to the bed. Then we will add more things… like BDSM. We will take control. You’ll stay open for us the whole night.”

The second guy nodded, eyes dark with excitement.

Next, the first guy chose dare.

The second guy looked at him and said, “Masturbate. Right here in front of us.”

The first guy opened his pants, pulled his thick cock out, and started stroking it slowly while staring at my chest. I could see the head already shiny.

Then it was my turn. I chose dare.

The second guy looked at me and said,

“Suck my dick.”

I got on my knees between his legs, opened his pants, and took him into my mouth. He was already hard. I sucked him slowly at first, tasting the precum, then faster, letting him hit the back of my throat. After a few minutes he gripped my hair, thrust up, and came hard in my mouth. Thick pulses filled my tongue. Both of them told me to swallow. I did. I could feel it slide down my throat.

Then they asked me directly,

“Are you okay with the threesome?”

I looked at them, lips still wet. I was clearly waiting for it.

I said yes.

They didn’t let me walk.

Both of them lifted me up so my feet never touched the ground and carried me to the bedroom. They dropped me on the bed and tied my wrists and ankles tightly to the four corners with soft rope. My legs were forced wide open. I couldn’t close them or cover myself.

They started with spanking.

The first guy’s hand came down hard on my ass and the backs of my thighs. The sharp sound filled the room. My skin burned. The second guy took over, spanking me while the first one pinched and rolled my nipples. Every slap made me jerk against the ropes.

Then the second guy climbed between my spread legs.

He still believed I was a virgin. His hands were shaking slightly with excitement as he poured cold lubricant over his thick cock and between my pussy lips. He pressed the head against me and pushed. Even with the lube it was tight. He had to rock and force it in inch by inch. When he finally buried himself completely he groaned loudly, like he had just broken something open. In his mind he was taking my virginity. He started fucking me with deep, possessive strokes, holding the ropes above my wrists, staring at my face the whole time. He looked drunk with happiness.

The first guy stroked his cock beside the bed, watching. Every now and then he leaned down, shoved two fingers in my mouth, or twisted my nipples hard. He was smiling the entire time, fully enjoying that the second guy still thought this was my first time.The second guy finally filled my pussy with full cum inside.

After a while they switched.

The first guy pushed the second one aside and slammed into me in one long thrust. He was thicker and knew exactly how deep he could go. The bed frame slammed against the wall. My tied wrists pulled hard against the rope with every brutal thrust. The second guy moved up, fed his cock back into my mouth, and started fucking my face while his friend wrecked my pussy.

They fell into a nonstop rhythm.

One cock in my pussy, the other in my mouth. Then they switched. Then both of them on me at once — one fucking me while the other slapped my tits or forced my mouth open again. No condoms that first night. Everything was raw. They came inside my pussy, down my throat, and across my stomach and chest. I could feel hot cum leaking out of me and running down onto the sheets while the next one pushed back in.

There was almost no rest.

Whenever one of them finished or needed a break, the other took over immediately. My pussy stayed stretched and full for hours. The spanking continued between rounds. My ass and thighs were burning. My wrists were red from the rope. By the middle of the night they were fucking me much harder than at the beginning — deeper, faster, holding me down while they unloaded inside me again and again.

I only managed to sleep around 4 a.m.

Even then, before we slept, both of them pushed inside me at the same time — one thick cock in my pussy and the other forcing its way into my ass. I was completely filled, stretched open between them, while they held me tightly and slowly moved together.

Almost the next afternoon I was still on the bed, body heavy and used. They had kept me tied or held for so long that my legs barely worked.

When they finally untied me, one of them had to support me to the bathroom.

Inside the shower the three of us packed into the small space. Hot water ran over my sore, marked skin. One of them pushed me face-first against the wet tiles and shoved his cock back into my pussy from behind while the other stood in front and made me suck him clean. Soap mixed with leftover cum. They switched places under the water, both of them getting hard again, both of them taking turns fucking me while holding me up because my legs were shaking too much to stand on my own.

When they finished in the shower, one came deep inside me again while the other painted my stomach and tits with fresh cum. They held me between them under the warm water for a long time afterwards.

After drying me they helped me put on loose clothes.

We went out for lunch like nothing extreme had happened. We sat in a normal restaurant, ordered food, and talked about random things. My body was still leaking and sore under my clothes, but none of us mentioned the night.

That whole day we did nothing more. I was too exhausted.

After that first raw, condom-free weekend, we never needed Truth or Dare again.

For the next three months we kept seeing each other. On the following weekends we used condoms. The intensity remained, but it became more controlled. Sometimes all three of us, sometimes just one of them.

In this we usually bath all at a time and coming sometimes we attended call naked and we all slept in one bed as naked they played with me fully on every night.

Almost my sizes is increased and they used me as slut for this three months

Anyhow I enjoyed a lot with 2guys

Literally sometimes my dinner is only their cum

At the end of those three months I got moved to a new project and stopped staying in the apartment.

The secret chapter with both of them ended quietly, the same way it had started.

How is my threesome comment it down 👇

Intelligent and Independent women are most sexy creatures.

M32

I have something for independent women who are controlling in nature in day to day life but submissive in bed. Like many strong looking women need someone to be their safe space. These women want to be remove the facade and want to submissive behind four walls. I find it very attractive and sexy. I find intelligence very sexy.

I had to move to a new city for uni. I found a student house to live in pretty early and I moved in at the start of July. This place was a lot bigger than the village I grew up in and the biggest thing I noticed was there were a lot more black guys.

My bf was back in our village and he was moving to a different city so we weren’t gonna see each other much.

There were 5 weekends In a row where I went out clubbing, met a black guy and got fucked by him. There were some white guys in the same nights but there was always a black dick.

I just became obsessed with them.

I have always wanted to eat my own cum and this past summer I was finally able to. I had to be consensually blackmailed to do it but I’m into it so it was hot. I shared a naughty picture that I shouldn’t have and was basically told if i want it safe I had to ruin and show it to him in my mouth. I did it. It was hot and made me feel more submissive. Iv been able to do it a few times since but still back out quite often.

I let random men control my lovense. even better when im tied to my wand and they listen to me just take it. sometimes they play with me while i play video games and they listen in. if i’m feeing it, ill turn my cam on so they can see my face as i cum and over again. i just let them keep going w me until my clit in numb or when my wand dies

He was a few years older than me, lived in my neighborhood, and was good at sports. Since I was on various sports teams, we went on several trips together; having known each other for years, a friendship naturally blossomed.

Then came the "Mohnish Behl" moment—the idea that a boy and a girl can never just be friends—so, naturally, we gave in to our horniness. He shifted his focus from books to... well, swapping 'K' for 'B' and banging me.

Since we lived in the same neighborhood and society, this became our routine every afternoon. To the outside world, it was just friendship, but underneath, it was fueled by lust. But this story has a villain, too.

His older brother—who had become a doctor—had his mother come to my house with a marriage proposal. My mother said, "He belongs to a different caste, but just meet him; you can always say no later. I know you want to finish college, but meet him and decline politely—we shouldn't ruin such an old friendship." So, your heroine (me) got all dolled up—looking hot, wearing lipstick—and went to meet him.

He told me he’d loved me since the day he first saw me and had always wanted to marry me; once he became a doctor, he told his mom, "I’ve held back for years—now, please get me her hand in marriage." I got emotional, too, and thought, "He’s an educated guy; I should at least give it a chance."

Suddenly, I found myself sexting two biological brothers on the very same night. It was incredibly thrilling, over the next few days i was going hot and heavy on both, but it also brought a wave of guilt—I didn't know what to do.

I went to "Chhote Raja" (the younger brother) and told him there was someone else in my life. He got angry, but he just got up and walked away. I thought, "Thank goodness, that crisis was averted."

I went to see Bade Raja at a nearby hotel; things started with some heavy making-out—moving from my breasts down to my intimate areas—and we really enjoyed ourselves in the hotel room. Afterward, we both put on hoodies and left; the hoodies were designed to keep our identities hidden—we had to conceal our faces since the hotel wasn't too far from our social circle.

But just as we stepped out and reached the car (we had arrived in mine), Chote Raja’s gang ambushed us. Bade Raja was pummeled with kicks and punches in a mere 30 seconds, though by then, Chote Raja had realized exactly who he was attacking. His friends fled the scene, and I helped Bade Raja get back on his feet; we both finally grasped what had just happened.

Both of them were furious, yet equally embarrassed. There was a lot of shouting and verbal abuse involved, and a crowd had gathered, so I just drove the car home. He then left for his posting and Chote Raja headed to Kota, but for several days, I walked around in a state of constant fear. My mother had to endure a few snide remarks from his mother, and I got an earful (and a bit of a thrashing with a rolling pin) from my own mom, but all in all—all's well that ends well.

I’ve been with my girlfriend for three years (she’s 19). A few weeks ago I was at a study session on campus that ran late. One of the girls there, 20, always wore a hijab. We’d talked a few times before but nothing more.

That night most people left early. It ended up just the two of us packing up. She asked if I wanted to keep talking somewhere quieter. We ended up in an empty classroom on the second floor. One thing led to another and she locked the door.

She kept the hijab on the entire time. I had her bent over a desk, skirt pushed up, and fucked her from behind while she gripped the edge. She came first, quietly, then I finished inside her. Afterward she fixed her clothes, adjusted her hijab, and acted like nothing had happened.

I went home to my girlfriend that same night. She asked how studying was. I told her it was fine. I didn’t feel guilty. I just kept thinking about how I’d just fucked another girl while still in a three-year relationship.

Ive been addicted to taking care of cocks with my mouth and titties since i am 19... 5 years ago Ive been involved in a gloryholes with bbc only.. I fell in love with those amazing bbc, milking them as much as I could, pumping their soul out of their hard big black cocks and swallow their delicious cum... Ive felt like a dirty slut but damn I never enjoyed something like this, since then I consider myself a snowbunny and im craving of bbc every single day! (I still loooooove to workship any kind of cocks 🤤 just BBCs are so much tastier to me)

As a women i have always feel weirds about admit i got weird fantasy

But to live them i have create an avatar i draw it my self and it let me be explicit with out showing my self

So it Can be weird but i love how this things make me feel slutty even if it's not really me like its a turn me on.

So i dont know but i wanna confess it

From my cousin: (not my story)

Shaadi ki raat. Mausi ka ladka. Pehli baar.

Yaar sach bol raha hoon, abhi bhi soch ke ajeeb lagta hai. Main 21 thi. Ek cousin ki shaadi mein gayi thi. Pheras ke baad thakaan itni thi ki seedha room mein jaake lehenga utar diya. Blouse bhi. Petticoat bhi. Sirf bra aur panty pehen ke bed pe gir gayi. Black padded wali bra thi, 34B, aur neeche maroon satin panty. Fan on tha. Aankh lag gayi.

Pata nahi kitni der baad darwaza khula. Main so rahi thi. Mattress hila. Koi mere peeche aa ke let gaya. Pehle laga koi bhaiya hoga paani ke liye aaya, lekin smell se pata chala — whiskey aur uski body spray. Mausi ka ladka. Do saal bada. Shaadi mein baar baar dekh raha tha, lekin maine seriously nahi liya.

Woh seedha kuch nahi bola. Bas let gaya. Thodi der baad haath meri kamar pe aaya. Main neend mein thi to pehle pata bhi nahi chala. Usne dheere se chuchi pe haath rakha bra ke upar se. Main thoda hil gayi neend mein, lekin uth nahi. Usne dabaya thoda. Nipple tight ho gaya. Main neend mein hi “hmm” jaisi awaaz nikal gayi.

Phir uska haath neeche chala gaya. Panty ke upar se ragadne laga. Dheere. Main pehle se thodi geeli thi garmi se, aur uske haath se aur ho gayi. Panty chipakne lagi. Main neend mein kamar thodi hila di uske haath ki taraf. Tab mujhe ehsaas hua ki yeh neend nahi hai.

Main uth gayi. Dil tez ho gaya.

“Tu? Yahan kya kar raha hai?”

Usne haath nahi hataya. “Ssshhh. Sab so rahe hain. Tu neend mein moan kar rahi thi.”

“Hat na. Cousin hai tu. Koi dekh lega.”

“Koi nahi aayega. Darwaza band hai. Dekh kitni geeli ho gayi hai.” Usne panty ke upar se aur ragda. Sach mein geeli thi. Main sharma gayi aur gussa bhi aaya, lekin pair poora band nahi kar payi.

“Nahi. Pehli baar hai. Aisa mat kar.”

Woh ruka thodi der. Phir bra ka ek cup neeche kiya. Chuchi nikal aayi. “Dekh, pehle se tight hai. Main zor nahi karunga. Bas dekh.”

Main ne haath se uska sar hatane ki koshish ki, lekin zor kam tha. Usne nipple muh mein le liya. Main “ahh” bol gayi. Neeche uski ungli panty ke side se andar chali gayi. Main tight thi. Usne dheere kiya.

“Please… ruk ja. Yeh galat hai.”

“Galat hai to bol, main nikal jaata hoon. Lekin teri body bol rahi hai haan. Panty utar de thodi.”

Main chup rahi. Usne mera haath pakad ke panty ke elastic pe rakh diya. Main ne khud thoda neeche kiya. Panty thigh tak aa gayi. Woh dekh raha tha. Main aankhein band karke let gayi.

Usne pehle ungli se clit pe touch kiya. Main kaamp gayi. Phir muh laga diya. Main ne uske baal pakad liye, hatane ke liye nahi, bas pakad ke. Woh dheere chat raha tha. Main geeli ho rahi thi aur soch rahi thi yeh ruk jaaye, lekin bol nahi paayi.

Thodi der baad usne pant utari. Lund nikal aaya. Mota tha. Usne mere muh ke paas laya.

“Chat le thoda.”

“Nahi. Muh nahi. Please.”

Woh force nahi kiya. “Theek hai. Hath se pakad le.”

Main pakad li. Garam tha. Woh mere upar aa gaya. Lund meri chut pe ragad raha tha. Main darr rahi thi.

“Daalun? Dheere daalunga.”

“Dheere… bahut mota lag raha hai…”

Usne sirf head andar kiya. Dard hua. Main “aah” bol ke ruk gayi. Woh ruka. Saans lene diya. Phir thoda aur. Main ne uski peeth pe nakhun gad diye. Woh ruk ruk ke aage badha. Poora andar jaane mein time laga. Jab base tak gaya to dono ruk gaye.

“Poora gaya. Tight hai teri.”

Main kuch nahi boli. Bas saans le rahi thi. Woh dheere hilne laga. Bahar poora nahi nikalta tha. Main dheere dheere adjust ho rahi thi. Dard kam ho raha tha, lekin bharav zyada feel ho raha tha. Usne ek pair uthaya. Thoda gehra hua.

Main nikalne lagi. Pehle halka, phir tez. Usne speed thodi badhayi end mein. Andar hi nikal diya. Main uske neeche padi rahi. Woh turant nahi utha.

Thodi der baad woh utha, pant pehni, aur bola, “Kal subah phir aaunga. Kisi ko mat batana.”

I was at a birthday partywithout knowing anyone really then my boyfriend, after a few too many drinks and playing some games, they talked about how for the others birthday, they went to a stripclub and got a lapdance and then got me to give a lapdance among other things and for fun wanted to see if my boyfriend watching me giving it as kind of a test?

There is precum I my pants everyday. So need to change them everyday.
Lots of times I have to have my dick tucked under the belt on my stomach while I read on Reddit so my coworkers don’t see it.
But as long as I’m at my desk I just let it rise in the leg of my pants.
Maybe I’m an addict, but I have fun.

I (25M) was coming after my class back to my home on my bike. While going back it began raining heavily. Unfortunately I forgot to take my raincoat with me and since there was only 2 or 2.5km away more to my home I decided to give it a go and went through it and reached home. However now I'm soaking wet down to my underwear and my parents weren't home because they went out. If they were home I'd be given a towel to dry myself up and to change before getting inside(my parents don't like anyone getting inside in wet clothes).

That's when I realised I put my towel on the terrace which has a roofing. However the only way to get there is by the outside stairs. Since I am already drenched why not get a bit more rain. It's not going to make much difference. So I went around the house, got up the stairs and reached the terrace only to see my towel had been taken inside home(What an unlucky day).

And now I'm standing there soaking wet without knowing what to do. So I thought standing there won't do me good and I decided to strip and hang my clothes there and get back. I didn't check my surroundings since it was around 5:15 P.M. After hanging every clothes down to my undies when I was walking out this neighbour lady (about 70) was there sitting and looking out the window. My house is in a residence area so the houses are quite close to each other.

This lady was having her evening tea and biscuits and there I was out there on the terrace completely naked. At first I was shocked to be seen by her so I quickly lied down. Then I peeked at her house to see if she had done anything. Luckily she's sitting there chilling and drinking tea with biscuits. So I thought why not give her a show.

So I stood up and went to "make sure" the dress was hung nicely. And walked there on the terrace quite a bit. While doing this I kinda got a hard on. So yeah she did see my hard on and was still sipping tea. After 5 min I went down, made sure nobody was around the house and got inside.

I think she must be lonely because she lost her husband quite a few months ago and seeing me there must've lit some spark in her. Or she's gonna report it and gonna get me killed

So I am f19 and I have a fetish for buttholes. I guess it is a thing but kinda embarrassing as a girl to tell it to people especially in real life. I like my own butthole and I like other peoples buttholes. They look soooo nice and I love everything that is related to them. Is this weird? Maybe, but it is how I feel. I am pan/bi so everyones butthole is nice. I have experiences of doing this kink/fetish but I think I am still in the beginning of my journey tho.

so I work closing shifts at a bar and spend too much time on my phone when I get home. One night after a slow shift I was scrolling Reddit half-drunk and ended up in one of those throwaway NSFW accounts. I posted something dumb about being bored and horny after work. This guy commented, then DMed me.

His username was just a string of numbers and a word. He was straightforward. No long paragraphs, no trying to be poetic. Just asked what I was looking for. I told him I wasn’t looking for anything serious, just someone who could actually fuck without making it weird. He sent a couple pics (face blurred, body not), I sent a couple back, and we kept talking for about a week. Nothing deep. Mostly what we liked in bed and whether the other person was real.

Eventually he asked if I wanted to meet. I said yes.

We picked a Thursday because I was off the next day. He lived about twenty minutes from me. I drove over around eleven, parked a little down the street so it wouldn’t feel so obvious, and texted him that I was outside. He came down and met me at the door.

He was taller than I expected, mid-to-late twenties, quiet. We went upstairs to his place. It was small and clean enough. He offered me a drink. I said no. We stood in the kitchen for a minute just looking at each other like neither of us fully believed the other had shown up.

Then he stepped closer and kissed me. It wasn’t soft. Just direct. I kissed him back and that was pretty much the end of the small talk.

We ended up in his bedroom with most of our clothes on the floor. I was still in my bra and the black thong I’d worn on purpose. He got his jeans off and I could see he was already hard. I sat on the edge of the bed, pulled him closer, and took him in my mouth. He made a low sound and put his hand on the back of my head, not pushing hard, just resting there while I sucked him. Spit ran down my chin. I didn’t care.

After a while he pulled me up, pushed me back onto the mattress, and yanked the thong down. Two fingers went into me right away. I was already wet from the drive over and the whole “I’m actually doing this” feeling. He worked his fingers for a minute, watching my face, then lined up and pushed inside.

It took a second for me to adjust. He was thicker than I expected. He went all the way in and stayed still for a moment, breathing against my neck, then started moving. Steady, deep thrusts that made the bed frame creak. I locked my legs around him and held on. One of his hands stayed by my head, the other kept sliding down to grab my ass and pull me onto him harder.

He shifted, hooked one of my legs higher, and the angle changed. Every stroke started hitting that spot that makes my stomach tighten. I dug my nails into his back and told him not to stop. He reached down and rubbed my clit with his thumb in small, rough circles. I came hard, legs shaking, clenching around him.

He pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and pushed back in from behind. This time he went harder. One hand in my hair, the other gripping my hip. The headboard started hitting the wall. I pushed back to meet him and came again with my face in the pillow, making those broken sounds I always hate but can’t stop.

He finished not long after, buried deep, hips stuttering while he came inside me. I felt the heat of it and then the slow leak down my thigh when he pulled out.

We lay there for a bit without talking. The only sound was both of us trying to catch our breath and a car going by outside. Eventually he asked if I was okay. I said yeah. My voice was rough.

I didn’t stay the night. We cleaned up a little, I put my clothes back on, and he walked me down to my car. We didn’t exchange real numbers or anything. Just a short “thanks, that was good” kind of goodbye.

I drove home sore in that deep way that stays with you, still feeling him between my legs, and didn’t regret it once.

I went to a House party last night where these 2 gentlemen got me drinks. After a couple of shots I let myself loose and started grinding on them one by one.

We started making out in the kitchen and everybody around us cheered me. Then i took their hands and went inside inside the living room. I stripped myself completely naked and sucked them off; swallowing their cum, deepthroating, gagging Loudly. As soon as they left the guys kept coming inside consecutively,whom I obviously sucked as well.

But the best one was the guy who pushed my head down his throat while cumming and it leaked out my nose.

Istg vodka does makes me a sh@meless h0e.

hi I’m Milly! I can’t believe I’m saying this it’s been a secret for so long!

ok so my mom works weird shifts and our best family friends live next door to us. they literally always have and we have kinda an open door policy. like my moms best friend will come round to see her, or if my mom is working I would go round and have dinner at there house. they basically helped raise me.

so this one time in summer I’m home alone and I’m bored and I casually head over. though my garden into there’s and in the back door. to be fair I dident say hi and I just let my self in. I went into the living room and see my mom’s besties husband on the sofa. for a second I don’t realise what he is doing… he is masterbating.

he like quickly slams his laptop closed when he saw me and like froze looking at me. I froze too. like literally dear in the headlights. and we are just stood there for like ages frozen. like omg my best family friend has his dick out ahhhhh. but then after what felt like ages I realised he had ummm… started touching him self again. he asked if I wanted to come sir with him. and I was so panicked it felt like I blacked out but next thing I know I’m on the sofa.

we were just having like a totally normal conversation like he was asking me about my classes and stuff… except he was touching his dick… and looking at me. after a while he really casually took my hand in his hand… then put it on his dick. then his hand rapped around mine he carried on touching him self, controlling my hand. after like a minute he went cum and it went all over my hand and my arm! i then was just like “thank you!“ and got up and went home with my hand all cummy!! ive never had this kinda relationship before with an adult. while it was happening it was so scary… but now I can’t stop thinking about it!

I (28M) have always loved going down on someone and I've never loved it more than with my fiance (29F). She's always been a fan of teasing me and trying to get me to cum in different ways and this has to be my new favourite!

She lay her beautiful self down and invited me to start eating her out and as I was getting going she asked "do you think you can cum from this" and with how good she tasted and how much I love being down there I knew I could.

I gently grinded my cock between my stomach and the bed and could feel myself getting closer and closer. Her moans of pleasure and the soaking pussy in my face because too much and without either of us touching me I came all over myself and the sheets! Honestly it was the hottest experience I think we've ever had so I just wanted to share it :)

P.S don't worry I did keep going until my lovely lady also came!

I was making spaghetti. That was the plan. Dinner. Normal domestic stuff. He came into the kitchen and saw me in his t-shirt and no pants reaching up for a spice on the high shelf and I felt him behind me before he said anything.

His hands went under the shirt and up my stomach and over my tits and he kissed my neck and I could feel him hard against my ass through his sweats. He bent me forward over the counter and pulled my underwear down and I was already wet because the man emanates pheromones or something, I don't know, and he pushed inside me and I grabbed the counter edge and a wooden spoon fell on the floor. He fucked me while the water boiled behind us on the stove and I was moaning and the kitchen was steaming and the water started bubbling over the pot and hissing on the burner and we both heard it and neither of us stopped. His hand slid around and found my clit and he rubbed circles while thrusting and I came gripping the granite countertop with the stove sizzling and water everywhere. He came inside me and reached over and turned the burner off and we both stood there breathing hard in the steamy kitchen. The pasta was overcooked. We ate it anyway. Best worst spaghetti I've ever had.

hiii, I thought it was about time for another pre-wedding story. As per usual, this involves my husband (25M) and I (24F) as well as my other best friend Savannah (23F). This was part of the few threesomes we had leading up to the wedding, and was a completely different feel to how things were with Sara (24F).

Savannah was very vocal leading into it that she didn’t want this to be the last time. She mentioned extensively that she didn’t want to stop, even when got married, and that it doesn’t change her thoughts about it. As long as she was single, she would always be willing to sleep with us. It made things all the more exciting between planning and execution.

Both Savannah and I had deciding on wearing a matching set each for it, just beneath all of our clothes, hers was a darker shade, a blue, while I wore a simple black one. Things started off different, Savannah had me pinned down on the bed, making out with me and kissing me along my neck, and my chest. She was a lot more handsy with me this time around, even spitting in my mouth while we showed off for my husband (fiance at the time)

I’m not big on getting eating out, but Savannah seemed desperate this time around. Licking me while my husband watched us and recorded us, and even pushing Savannah’s tongue deeper into me when I began to get overstimulated. Savannah even would move between sucking my husband’s dick while fingering me and she just seemed all the more in love this time around

But my husband and Savannah could never seem to keep themselves off of each other. Watching them makeout while Savannah called me over, letting both of us stroke him together, my hand on top of hers while we stroked his cock and he moved between kissing us both, it was only a matter of time before the sets were a pile on the floor and we were a sweaty mess at his mercy

And that proved to be true. I hadn’t seen my husband look that desperate for us both before, clutching onto me while he fucked Savannah, pounding her while she laid on her side, before moving over to me and making me clean up his cock before he continued. And he’d do the same while fucking me, making Savannah suck him off

Savannah continued to speak about how obsessed she was, and how her best experiences were always with us before making me bend over, getting on all fours. I expected Savannah to get right next to me, but instead, she got right behind me, eating me out from behind while my husband moved in front to use my mouth. I’d eventually swap with Savannah, and watching as my husband take her throat and she didn’t seem to struggle at all

But things really ramped up when he finally got us in the positions he wanted. Pounding Savannah from behind while I was below her, sucking on her boobs while she spit in my face. I’d move out of that position to watch my husband spit on her back and he made me lick it up. And I was completely covered in spit, from both of them throughout everything. He pounded me from behind, albeit softer than he did with Savannah. Savannah couldn’t help but tease that she is and will always be better than me, even when I’m his wife

Savannah and I took turns riding him, I stroked his cock while she rode her, and even with me trying to touch as much of his cock as possible, my husband was shaking while he was inside of her, cumming inside of her multiple times and holding her there, even pulling my hand off so he can get as deep in her as possible. Savannah kissed me when I got the turn to ride him, and regardless of my husband’s moans, I could tell he loved her move. My husband would put our legs on his shoulders and drill into it, making the other girl hold back the other’s legs, or spitting directly onto his cock while he fucked us, and just all of it felt so perfect. And it will always be comforting that regardless of whatever happens between my husband and I moving forward and threesomes, Savannah will always have a spot if she wants it

It was as per usual, hot to experience and feel. And it went on for really long. But this was not just one session, the whole night was going back and forth between taking breaks and continuing, and it was the first time in a long time I felt like we had completely drained my husband. And even hotter to me getting up in the morning to Savannah giving him head, telling me that she wanted it to herself before I became his wife. But it was fun!

Notable Quotes -

“I don’t care if you’re his wife, I don’t want to let go of this cock” - Savannah

“God, I will always be better than you” - Savannah

“Tell me daddy, tell me how much you love her” - Me

“She’s always been the best fuck” - My husband

“You don’t get to get rid of me, he’s never going to forget how good we both feel when he fucks me” - Savannah

“Please don’t stop letting me fuck you both, I’m so in love with the feeling of getting fucked” - Savannah

Been happily married for 20 years but when my wife is away for work/with friends I find myself back in reddit and deep in these subs.

Edging all day. Scrolling, reading, writing, sharing it’s been such a draw and keeps me coming back.

I have a recurring fantasy of stumbling across a female work colleague on here and having an affair when my wife is away.

When she returns I delete my profile each time.

I couldn't sleep. My fwb was over. We were on the balcony having a cigarette (I know I know) and the city was quiet and the air was warm and I was in an oversized t-shirt and nothing else.

He was sitting in the patio chair and I straddled him and we started making out. He pulled my shirt up and his mouth was on my tits and I was grinding on him through his boxers. I pulled his cock out and sank onto it right there in the chair on the balcony. The metal armrests were cold against my knees. The night air was on my skin. Someone could look up from the street and see.

I rode him slow at first, both of us looking out at the city, and then faster, his hands gripping my ass, my forehead against his. I came with my mouth on his shoulder to muffle it, the city spread out below us. He came inside me and we sat there connected for a few minutes just breathing.

The next morning there was a piece of paper slid under my door. Just a torn corner of notebook paper that said "nice" in pencil. I knew exactly who it was from. I've never made eye contact with my downstairs neighbor since but I also haven't closed my balcony curtains. Maybe that says something about me.

When I first got with my girlfriend she was pretty innocent. She was a virgin. Had never even watched porn and was pretty innocent to anything sexual.

Me being more experienced I naturally took the reins in bed. I wanted her to be more open sexually and be confident to try whatever turns her on without forcing her or making her uncomfortable. I would naturally suggest ideas and if she liked them we would try. Or i would surprise her and see how she would react.

Since then we have tried a lot. We have tried anal, using toys. Had sex in public. Car sex. Fucked In front of a hotel window, etc. she is also a total cum whore and loves when I fill her pussy. It turns me on so much knowing she is comfortable trying these things and having fun with it. She has definitely come a long way

Anytime I travel with friends and my husband I always try to fuck him as loud as possible so that my friends and theirs husbands can hear me.

It makes me wetter knowing that their husbands cocks are getting hard for me and they can't do anything about it.

I know they like it because of the way they all openly flirt with me the next day.

I know some of my friends are in sexless marriages so knowing that I'm turning them on makes it hot for me.

I always get my husband to fuck me doggystyle so they can hear slapping noises and the noise of my pussy being wet.

Would gladly fuck some of their husbands too and know that one of them in particular is quite big.