u/EducationalDealer905

I’d been fantasizing about a VCH for months. The thought of that little barbell constantly rubbing my clit hood made me horny every time I thought about it, so I finally booked the last appointment of the day.

I showed up already wet and throbbing. The piercer was tall, tattooed, and had that calm, confident vibe. He explained the process quickly in the private room, then stepped out so I could strip my panties and lie back on the table with my knees up. When he came back and sat between my spread legs under the bright lamp, things escalated fast.

His gloved fingers started cleaning me, but the moment he touched my swollen pussy lips and pulled my hood back to mark the spot, I couldn’t hide how soaked I was. My juices were literally dripping down my ass. He noticed immediately. The professional tone dropped. He peeled his gloves off slowly, eyes locked between my legs.

He rubbed two thick fingers up and down my slit, spreading my wetness all over my clit before sliding them inside me. I moaned and pushed my hips toward him. He finger-fucked me deep and steady, curling his fingers while his thumb circled my clit. I was panting, gripping the table, already close. Then he leaned in and dragged his hot tongue straight up my pussy, sucking on my clit while pumping his fingers faster. I came hard on his face within a minute, thighs shaking around his head.

I was still twitching when he stood up, pulled out his thick cock, and rubbed the fat head all over my dripping pussy. He slapped it against my clit a few times, making me whimper, then pushed in raw. Fuck, he felt huge. He sank deep in one smooth thrust, stretching me open while I was still pulsing from the orgasm. He gripped my thighs and started fucking me hard and steady on the table. The wet sounds were obscene. Every thrust made my tits bounce under my shirt and pushed me up the vinyl.

He leaned over me, one hand on my throat, the other pinching my nipple while he pounded deeper. I was a dripping mess, moaning like a slut. I came again even harder around his cock, squeezing him tight as my pussy gushed. He groaned, buried himself to the balls, and unloaded. I felt every thick spurt as he pumped me full of warm cum.

Still leaking his load down my ass, I stayed spread open on the table. He quickly gloved up, cleaned me just enough, clamped my hood, and pushed the needle through. The sharp sting hit right as I was still throbbing from being fucked. It hurt for a second but turned into this intense, warm throb as the fresh barbell settled into place against my swollen clit. My pussy clenched hard around nothing, pushing more of his cum out.

I left the shop walking funny, the new piercing tugging with every step while his cum trickled down my thighs. The drive home was insane every bump made the barbell rub my clit perfectly.

That night my saline soak turned into another orgasm. The area was puffy and hypersensitive. Even gently touching the fresh jewelry made me cum again.

I couldn’t stop. I lay on my bed with my legs wide open, staring at the shiny new barbell in the mirror. The swelling made my hood look extra full and the metal pressed perfectly against my clit. I spent the next half hour teasing myself — lightly tugging the barbell, circling my finger around it, feeling how the smallest movement sent sharp sparks of pleasure through my whole pelvis. I came two more times that night, each one stronger than the last, my pussy still tender and leaking his cum mixed with my fresh arousal.

The next few days were pure constant arousal. The swelling kept everything tender and extra sensitive. I stayed dripping wet, had little accidental orgasms just from walking or sitting, and the barbell rubbed my clit with every movement. The piercing healed well and turned sex into something much more intense. Every time I feel it now, I remember getting railed and filled right before the needle went through.

Easily the sluttiest, hottest thing I’ve ever done.

I’ve been single for just over a year now and unexpectedly I’m thriving... After years of vanilla relationships and feeling like I had to hide my slutty side, I finally started embracing who I really am.

It started a few months ago. I’ve always had a pretty tight group of guy friends (most of them I’ve known since college). We started throwing small parties at my best friend’s house his place is huge and his parents are barely ever around so it’s the perfect spot. At first it was just hanging out, drinking, and gaming. Then one night after everyone else left, I ended up fucking two of them. Now it’s basically tradition.

I’m almost always the only girl there. They never bring their girlfriends or other girls I think they like keeping me as their shared secret. By the end of the night I’m usually on my back or on all fours in the living room while they take turns with me. They love watching each other fuck me. Sometimes they’ll sit on the couch stroking themselves, waiting for their turn while their friend is balls-deep inside me.

The feeling is addictive. I love how they stretch me out one after another. The wet sounds, the way they groan when they push in and feel how creamy and sloppy I already am from the previous guys… it drives me crazy. Most of them finish inside me. I lose count of how many loads I take. By the end of the night I’m literally dripping cum down my thighs onto the floor while they call me their little slut.

Last weekend they even invited two guys who aren’t in our normal group. I got passed around like a toy for almost three hours straight. I came so many times I lost track. When they were done, I just lay there on the couch, legs spread, covered in sweat and cum, feeling completely used and satisfied.

I know it sounds crazy to some people, but being their shared whore is the most liberating and hottest thing I’ve ever done. No jealousy, no drama, just pure filthy fun. I walk around during the week like a normal girl, but every couple of weekends I get to turn into their personal cum dump and I fucking love it.

It was my last week at home before my family moved cities. Our house was a total mess with boxes everywhere. Jake my guy friend I’ve known since freshman year of college (like 6 years now) offered to come help me pack my room. We’ve always been super close and flirty but never actually hooked up... until that day.

I was wearing this thin white tank top with no bra and my tiniest black shorts. Every time I bent over to tape a box, I knew my ass was basically hanging out. I caught him staring so many times and it was lowkey turning me on. At one point I “accidentally” brushed my ass against him while reaching for something and felt how hard he already was. I got instantly soaked.

Next thing I knew, Jake grabbed my hips, pulled me into him, and started kissing my neck. I melted. He pushed me onto my bed, pulled my shorts and panties off, spread my legs wide open and went straight down on me.

Holy fuck, he ate my pussy like he’d been dying to for years. He licked me slow and messy at first, then sucked hard on my clit while sliding two fingers deep inside me. I was grinding on his face, moaning so loud, getting his whole mouth and chin covered in my juices. His tongue was everywhere flicking my clit, pushing inside me, making these wet filthy sounds. I came so hard on his face, shaking and squeezing his head between my thighs.

I barely caught my breath before he flipped me over, bent me over the edge of the bed and thrust his thick cock inside me in one go. I was dripping so much he slid all the way in. He fucked me so rough, slapping against my ass while the bed was creaking like crazy. Every deep stroke felt insane.

He reached around and rubbed my clit while pounding me and I came again, even harder. Then he flipped me on my back, put my legs over his shoulders and fucked me even deeper, sucking on my tits the whole time. I felt like such a slutty little mess my longtime friend destroying my pussy while my room was full of moving boxes.

We kept going for hours. I rode him on the floor, bouncing on his cock like I was addicted. Then he fucked me against the wall, holding me up while slamming into me. I came one more time before he pulled out and came all over my tits and stomach.

We barely packed anything that day lol. Every little break turned into us fucking again. By the time my parents got home I was sore, covered in his cum, and my pussy was still throbbing.

That move made Jake my secret fuck buddy. Still one of the hottest memories my good friend finally eating me out and fucking me senseless right before I left town

Still gets me wet thinking about it.

I was sitting in the waiting room, legs crossed tight in my short pencil skirt, waiting for my interview when I randomly got stupidly horny. My pussy started throbbing out of nowhere. I could feel myself getting wetter every time I shifted in the seat. My nipples were hard against my blouse and my mind kept drifting to filthy shit.

I tried squeezing my thighs together to calm down, but that only made it worse. My clit was swollen and aching. After a few minutes I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed my bag, walked straight to the bathroom down the hall, and locked the door behind me.

The second I was alone I pulled my skirt all the way up to my waist and shoved my hand into my soaked panties. Fuck I was dripping. My thong was completely ruined. I leaned back against the cold wall and started rubbing my clit in fast, messy circles. Two fingers sliding all over my slippery pussy while I pinched and twisted my nipples through my top.

I kept fantasising about the interviewer. Imagining him catching me like this, bending me over the sink and fucking me raw right before the interview. That thought made me so much wetter. I pushed two fingers deep inside my tight cunt and started fucking myself harder, my other hand rubbing my clit like a desperate slut.

The wet sounds were so loud in the small bathroom. My legs were shaking, knees getting weak. I was moaning under my breath, calling myself a dirty little whore the whole time. It didn’t take long before I came so fucking hard my pussy squeezing and pulsing around my fingers, juices running down my thighs.

I stayed there panting for a minute, trying to catch my breath. Then I quickly cleaned up (not that it helped much), fixed my skirt, and walked back out like nothing happened. My face was flushed, my legs still a little shaky, and my pussy was still tingling and leaking into my ruined thong.

When they called my name for the interview I stood up, felt my wetness smear between my thighs, and gave the sweetest smile. I sat across from him answering all his questions professionally… while my soaked cunt kept twitching the entire time.

I’m such a horny slut. I went to a serious job interview with my pussy still dripping from masturbating in their bathroom.

Be honest… if you were the interviewer, would you have noticed?

I’m 22, freshly out of college and staying at my parents’ place while I job hunt. A friend recommended her uncle’s barbershop for a trim nothing fancy, just a guy in his late 30s who runs a small home-based setup in his garage. He’s 39, divorced, with a deep voice and strong hands. I booked an appointment.

The first few visits were normal. He’d cut my hair, we’d chat about music and random stuff. He was flirty in a subtle way compliments on my style, how my hair fell around my face. I liked it. Over a couple of months, the tension built. One evening I showed up later than usual. His kids were all out staying with their mom or friends. The garage was quiet except for some low R&B playing.

After the cut, we sat on the old couch in the corner with a couple of drinks. Conversation turned dirty fast. He admitted it had been almost four years since he’d been with anyone. I told him I’d only been with two guys before and neither knew what they were doing. He laughed, looked me up and down, and said, “Come here.”

I straddled his lap. We started kissing slow at first, then hungry. His hands gripped my ass hard. I could feel how thick and hard he already was through his pants. I whispered that I wanted him. We moved to the back room he used as a little lounge.

He undressed me slowly, kissing every inch. When he pulled my panties down, I was soaked. He ate me out like a starving man tongue circling my clit, two thick fingers curling inside me until I came hard, shaking against his face.

Then I got on my knees and took him in my mouth. He was bigger than anyone I’d been with heavy, veiny, and throbbing. He groaned my name while I sucked him, one hand gently guiding the back of my head.

When he couldn’t wait anymore, he bent me over the couch, spread my legs, and pushed inside me raw. The stretch was intense. He was so deep, hitting spots I didn’t know existed. Every thrust made wet, filthy sounds. I was creaming all over him. He kept growling how tight and wet I felt, how my young pussy was gripping him.

I came again louder this time and that pushed him over the edge. He buried himself deep and filled me completely. I felt every pulse. When he pulled out, his cum dripped down my thighs.

We caught our breath, then did it once more that night slower, face to face on the couch. He came inside me again.

Now he’s my secret older guy. I go back for “haircuts” every couple of weeks. No strings, just incredible sex with a man who actually knows what he’s doing. I’ve never felt so satisfied.

It started during one of those warm California evenings when the Santa Ana winds were blowing hot and dry through the neighborhood. I was out on my balcony in a thin tank top and tiny shorts, trying to cool off, when my 21 yr old neighbor stepped onto his balcony next door. He was shirtless, his athletic build shining with a light sheen of sweat. He had that confident, easy smile that always made our casual hellos in the hallway or by the mailboxes feel a little more charged.

We ended up talking for over an hour, leaning on our railings. He was home from college for the summer break, complaining about how quiet the suburbs felt. I told him how my days blended together between work and keeping fit. The flirting escalated quickly. His eyes kept drifting to my legs, and I didn't bother hiding that I was checking him out too. By the time the breeze finally cooled, the air between us was thick with tension.

A couple of days later, he knocked on my door with a lame excuse about needing my WiFi password. I let him in, and instead of just grabbing the password and leaving, we ended up chatting on the couch. The conversation turned surprisingly personal. After some teasing, he admitted he had been struggling with something that embarrassed him... he took way too long to ejaculate during sex. His previous hookups had complained about it taking forever, and it made him self conscious. He laughed it off nervously, but I could tell it bothered him.

Instead of feeling awkward, I felt a rush of excitement. I leaned closer and told him maybe he just needed the right motivation... and the right person.

We sat there for a while, the tension building, both of us clearly wanting it but also nervous. We were neighbors, after all what if someone noticed? Or if it got weird? We kept talking, laughing awkwardly, getting closer on the couch, but neither of us made the first real move for a long time. My heart was racing. His too, I could tell.

Eventually, the fear gave way to desire. He looked at me, eyes dark with need, and I nodded. That was all it took.

We didn't even make it to the bedroom. He lifted me onto the kitchen counter, tugging my shorts and panties down in an eager motion. When he pushed inside me, I gasped he was thick and filled me just right. He fucked me with that young, relentless energy, deep and hard, one hand gripping my hip while the other rubbed my clit. His mouth was on my neck, sucking and biting gently as I moaned. I came hard, clenching around him.

True to his word, he lasted a long time, strokes that had me shaking through a second orgasm before he finally tensed up, groaning deeply as he pulled out and finished across my stomach.

Since then, we've been secretly messing around whenever we can. I love turning his "issue" into an advantage—riding him slowly, teasing him, making him hold out until I've cum multiple times. Late-night visits when my roommates are asleep, quick risky hookups in his apartment when his mom is out, even one heated encounter in the stairwell where he bent me over the railing, covered my mouth to muffle my moans, and took me from behind with those long, urgent strokes that leave me sore in the best way.

I love the thrill of it... the secrecy, his strong body against mine, and how easily he makes me wet and desperate for more. He loves how patient and eager I am, always ready to help him work through it.

Our dirty little secret.