u/FlirtyBabeXOXX

This happened 4 years ago and I still feel guilty as hell about it…My best friend (my roommate at the time) was married to this guy I’d known for years. One night she was out of town for a work thing, and her husband came over to drop off some stuff.
We started drinking wine and talking like we always do. I was complaining about how stressed I’ve been as a single mom and he was being really sweet and listening.I don’t even know how it started… but I ended up sitting really close to him on the couch. My hand somehow landed on his thigh. I knew from things my friend had said that he was pretty big, and when I felt him getting hard through his pants I got stupidly turned on.I looked at him and whispered “She doesn’t have to know…” Next thing I know we’re making out hard. He pulled my top down and started sucking on my tits while I was stroking him. I was soaked. We moved to my bedroom and he bent me over my own bed.He was thick and hard! It took a minute to get him in but once he did… fuck. He fucked me so deep I had to bite the pillow. I kept moaning “harder” like a slut even though I knew it was so wrong. He ended up cumming inside me while gripping my hips hard.Afterwards we both felt terrible. He left quickly and we barely talked for weeks. But… we hooked up two more times after that. The guilt made it even hotter. We don’t do it anymore and my friend still doesn’t know. We all still hang out like normal. I feel like such a horrible person but I can’t lie… I still touch myself thinking about it sometimes..

After that night, the energy in the house completely changed.

For the next few days I was super nervous and tried to act normal, but my brother kept bringing it up in little ways. He’d smirk and say things like “You hiding any cute outfits today?” or “too bad you’re dressed like a teacher right now.” Every time he said something like that I felt my face get hot and my pussy throb.

Then last Saturday my daughter went to stay at her grandma’s for the night. I told myself I wasn’t going to dress up… but I couldn’t help it. I spent almost an hour getting ready full makeup again with glossy pink lips, my long wavy wig, a tiny black dress that barely covered my ass, and my 36DD breast forms pushed up so my cleavage looked insane. I put on thigh highs and my sluttiest heels.

I was in the living room taking mirror pics when my brother came home. This time he didn’t look shocked. He just closed the door slowly, looked me up and down, and said “DAMN Chloe…”

I stood there nervously playing with the hem of my dress. He walked closer until he was right in front of me. He reached out and ran his hands down my sides, feeling the curve of my waist and hips.

You really do look like a slut when you dress like this,” he said quietly. His voice was lower than usual. I don’t know what came over me. I whispered “Do you like it?”

Instead of answering he grabbed my waist, pulled me against him and kissed me hard. I moaned into his mouth as his hands moved down and squeezed my ass under the short dress. I could already feel how hard he was through his pants.

He broke the kiss, looked me in the eyes and said “Get on your knees.”I didn’t even hesitate. I dropped down right there in the living room, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was so thick. I looked up at him like a good little sister and took him into my mouth.

He groaned and put his hand on the back of my head, guiding me as I sucked him. I was moaning around his cock, drooling all over it while he called me his “dirty little sister slut.” I sucked him like I was starving until he finally grabbed my head and came down my throat. I swallowed every drop. When I stood up my legs were shaking and my pussy was soaked. He looked at me with this hungry look and said “We’re not done tonight.”

He didn’t even give me time to catch my breath.
After I swallowed his load, he pulled me up, kissed me hard again, and walked me backwards toward the couch. My legs hit the edge and I fell back onto it. He stood over me, still hard, looking down at me in that tiny black dress with my tits almost spilling out.

“Take the dress off,” he said.
My hands were shaking as I pulled it over my head. I was left in just my push-up bra, thong, thigh highs and heels. He looked me up and down slowly, then climbed on top of me.He kissed my neck, then moved down to my tits, sucking on them hard while squeezing the other one. I was moaning like crazy. He reached between my legs, pulled my thong to the side and rubbed my soaked pussy.
“Fuck… you’re dripping,” he whispered.
He pushed two fingers inside me and started fingering me while still sucking on my tits. I was grinding against his hand, whimpering. Then he pulled his fingers out, lined up his cock, and slid into me in one slow thrust. I gasped soo loud. He felt so thick inside me. He started fucking me deep and steady, holding my legs open. Every thrust made my tits bounce and I couldn’t stop moaning.
He leaned down and growled in my ear, “You’re such a slut dressing up like this behind my back…”That sent me over the edge. I came hard around his cock, shaking and squeezing him. A minute later he groaned, pushed deep inside me and filled me up. I could feel every pulse as he came.We stayed like that for a while, breathing heavy. Then he pulled out and watched his cum leak out of me onto the couch.He looked at me and smirked. “Next time you dress up… you’re not leaving this house until I’m done with you.”I just bit my lip and nodded, still trying to catch my breath. I know this is so wrong… but I’ve never been more turned on in my life…

Hi! this is my first time sharing here :)

I’m 28, a substitute teacher and single mom. My brother (31) and I have been living together for about a year because everything is so damn expensive right now.. normally I’m “Miss Chloe” sweet, responsible teacher during the day, yoga pants and cardigans, the whole good mom vibe. But when my daughter is with her grandparents or asleep early, I love turning into a complete slut behind closed doors. I’m talking full makeup, glossy lips, tight little dresses that barely cover my 36DD tits, thigh highs, heels, the works. I feel so fucking hot when I dress like that.

One afternoon my daughter was at a playdate and I thought I had the house to myself until at least 7pm. So I went all out tight pink mini dress that hugged my ass, pushup bra making my tits look insane, full makeup, and my favorite pair of slutty heels. I was in the living room taking some pics of myself in the mirror when I heard the front door open. My brother came home way earlier than usual. I froze..there was nowhere to hide. He walked into the living room and just… stopped. His eyes went wide as he looked me up and down. I immediately started panicking, trying to cover my chest with my arms and saying “Oh my god please don’t look, I’ll go change right now, this is so embarrassing” he didn’t say anything at first. He just stared.. Then he let out a little laugh and said “holy shit Chloe… you look like that when no one’s home?” I was mortified lol. My face was burning. I kept apologizing and tried to run past him to my room but he stepped in front of me. “Relaaaax,” he said. “I’m not judging. You actually look… really fucking good.” I didn’t know what to say.. I mumbled something about it just being a silly thing I do sometimes. He smirked and replied “Doesn’t look silly to me lol.” That night we sat on the couch like normal… except I was still in that tiny pink dress while he kept glancing at my legs and tits.. The energy in the house felt completely different after that.I thought it would be a onetime awkward moment… but it wasn’t...

this is one of those stories I don’t rlly tell anyone, but fuck it, I’m in the mood to share it..
I’ve been a substitute teacher for a while now, mostly third grade. It’s exhausting but I love it. I have my own 6 yr old daughter, so I get the mom side of things. Anyways fast forward, there’s this one dad, Ryan. His son is in my class this year.. he’s in his late 30s, tall, built like he actually works out, short beard, and always dresses nice when he picks up his kid. I noticed him from day one, but I kept it professional… at least I tried lol..
It started innocently enough. He started staying a little longer after pickup, asking about his son’s schoolwork. Then one day he brought me coffee during parent teacher conferences. We talked longer than we should have. I caught him looking at my chest more than once. I was wearing a fitted blouse that day and I didn’t mind it..

A couple weeks later, after a long school day, he stayed behind while I was packing up. My daughter was at after sschool care, so I had time. He closed the classroom door and said, “Chloe, I know this is inappropriate but i can’t stop thinking about you.” Before I could even respond properly, he kissed me. I kissed him back lol. His hands went straight to my ass, squeezing it and damn , thatt’s my weakness.
That first time we didn’t go all the way. He just fingered me against the desk until I came, shaking and trying not to make noise. I felt so dirty walking out of there with wet panties.
but it didn’t stop there…
A few days later he texted me. We started messaging and it got filthy fast. He kept telling me how much he loved my curvy body and how he wanted to bend me over my own desk. I was soaked every time I read his texts while making dinner for my daughter.
The real thing happened last thursday. He offered to help me carry some heavy boxes to my car after school. Once we were alone in the classroom, he didn’t even pretend. He pushed me against the whiteboard, pulled my skirt up and dropped to his knees, eating me out until my legs were shaking. Then he bent me over my desk and fucked me hard from behind. I had to bite my arm to stay quiet. He kept slapping my ass and telling me how perfect my thick body felt..
I came so hard I actually squirted on the floor. He flipped me around, sat me on the desk and fucked me deep while sucking on my tits. When he finally came inside me I felt like such a slut…..
We’ve hooked up two more times since then. Once in his car in the school parking lot after dark, and another time when he “helped” me grade papers late in the afternoon. 🫣
I know how wrong this is. He’s a parent at my school. I’m a single mom trying to be a good example for my daughter. But goddamn… the way he looks at me, the way he grabs me, the way he fucks me like he can’t get enough… it makes me feel alive in a way I haven’t felt in years..
I’m probably going to keep doing it…
Being a busy teacher and single mom means I don’t get much attention… but when I do, I clearly don’t know how to behave myself…