u/GothiccBigTittyMILF

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The other day, I was in bed "napping" while the husband took care of the baby. I packed a bowl, crawled into bed in just my underwear, and took 2 hits. I started scrolling on my phone, and one thing lead to another, and I ended up on the filthy side of reddit that I love so much.

After watching porn for a few minutes, I realized how high and tingly I was, and how soaking wet my pussy was. I had grabbed my rose clit sucker, and I laid on my side with it between my legs, and grinded against my hand. After a few minutes, I rolled over to my back, and hit the button to level 2.

The sudden increase in suction made me jump a little, but j quickly acclimated to the sensation. I was still on the way up, and I was already feeling so good.

It didn't take me long before I felt myself getting close. Now completely naked, I held the rose toy to my clit and started cumming hard as it sucked on me. My orgasm was intense, and my head was buzzing. But I was still climbing into my high, and my body wasn't done yet.

Instead of turning the rose off like I always do after I cum, I turned it up to level 3. I had to catch my breath and I started convulsing and shaking as I came again, so quickly. My hand spasmed and almost let go of the toy, so as I changed my grip to catch it, I accidentally turned it to level 4. Could I possibly??

I didn't give myself a chance to think. I was grinding my entire pelvis against this toy as I felt my cum sliding down my ass. My eyes were rolling back in my head, and my tits were shaking as I started to climb, again. The suction so strong that it was hurting my sensitive clit, but it still felt so incredible. I bit the pillow to keep from screaming as I came for the final time, soaking the sheets.

I laid there, covered in sweat and cum, and took the rest of my nap break to catch my breath before going back out to my husband - him unaware that I just short circuited my brain by cumming more times (with my clit) than hes ever done.

What is the ambition? What are you hoping to hear in response? Does it ever work out in your favor?

Noticed a few months ago that every time I sucked my husband's cock during a Carolina Hurricanes game, they would win. So it became superstition. Please know that every single game in the postseason that we played, if logistically i was able to, I sucked his cock. Sunday, I deep throated him on the coach after the first period intermission. And we won the cup. So, you're welcome.

It was my first concert in a long while, and it was a metal show at that. Since becoming a mother, the feral wild metalhead side of me has been largely subdued. But tonight, I had the look I wanted- tight black lace tank top with my tits overflowing out, and a black skater skirt, with fishnets and spiked army boots. I felt amazing.

When my friend and I got there, I immediately was hit with nostalgia. The musk of the crowd, beer, sweat. The electricity humming as the band was getting set up. The first thumps of a double foot pedal that I could feel in my clit. The riffs you feel in your chest, the vibrations from my heart to my nipples.

A few songs in, I feel absolutely euphoric. The pit is going nuts, and I'm getting bumped and shoved a little bit, even from a distance away. While scanning the crowd, I lock eyes into you. With all of these people looking forward to the show, and you were looking at me. I look away instantly, embarrassed, bashful. You're fucking gorgeous. Tall, broody, older, covered with tattoos and a lip ring. You look like the goth dad I would have had a crush on in high school.

As if on command, I look back towards you, and you smile at me. My face grows hot and my pussy gets wet. A sea of dudes, and you're locked on to me like I'm a feast after you've been starving for days.

Suddenly you break eye contact. You look down and to your side. A cute woman leans up to you and speaks in your ear while hanging you a bottle of water. She steps up and kisses you. She must have just gotten back from the bar.

I'm immediately devastated to see that you're with a woman, but not totally surprised. The set keeps going, my friend and I keep dancing and rocking, and you and I share a few glances but much more fragmented. I'm trying to hide my disappointment, and you're trying not to rouse suspicion with the pretty girl you're with. She is pretty. Honestly, I'd fuck her too.

As the night went on, and I kept having some drags of my weed pen and a few shots of booze, I feel a delicious warm burn all over my body. Dancing like no one could see, flipping my hair and grinding my hips as I listen to the hooks and breakdowns in the music. At some point, I realize I need to go to the bathroom and should splash some cold water on my face. It's getting so hot in there. I stumble towards the bathroom, weaving through the crowd, leaving my friend and telling her I'll be right back. I round the corner and get in line for the bathroom. There's a few people ahead of me. I'm buzzed and feeling the bass through the floor, sending vibrations up my legs. I sway as I'm waiting for the line to move.

I feel a presence behind me. Tall, warm, imposing. It's you. You get so close to me, like you know me. You lean down and whisper into my ear and say, "I know you want it too." I sink into you, and you wrap your arms around my waist from behind, one hand going up to my tits, one down to between my legs. I have to steady myself on the wall, as my knees start to buckle. I don't know anything about you. But I need you. I turn around to face you, shy but desperately needy. You lift my chin, push me against the wall, and start kissing me ravenously, a mixture of lips, sweat, and tongue. Your lip ring hitting my teeth, but I like it. Without hesitation, your hand slips between my legs, and starts traveling up until you reach my panties, which you move to the side and immediately start rubbing my clit and sliding a finger into my wet pussy.

Surrounded by hundreds of people at this show, and everyone in line for the bathroom, you are finger fucking me with no regard for who sees- not even the woman you're with, who you left in the crowd.

The line moves. We move with it. At this point, I'm stroking your cock through your jeans. You are absolutely rock hard and have not relented on playing with my pussy and kissing me. The patrons in line for the bathroom ignore us, but they're watching. We don't care.

I'm next in line. The bathroom door opens. Before I can reach the handle, you reach around me and pull the door open and push me inside. You manhandle me and push me over the sink. You start to slide my panties down but instead grab the side of my hip and rip them off. A stranger just ripped off my underwear in a public bathroom. You pull your cock out and position yourself behind me. You grab my hips, and with slam your thick cock into me. My legs buckle as I'm leaned over the sink. I look up at you in the mirror, and you smile. You reach around and pull my tits out of my top (which lets be real, they were falling out anyway), and start thrusting into me. We never exchange a single word. Just moans, grunts and whimpers.

You keep going, slamming into me. It feels so fucking good, and so goddamn wrong at the same time. We hold eye contact in the mirror above the sink. You pick up pace, gripping my hips with your strong hands. You don't even ask, you fill me with a huge load and let out a deep groan. Your breathing slows, and you slide out of me. I stand up and start to straighten my clothes, but you aren't done with me. You turn me to face you, and pick me up and put me on the sink. You spread my legs. Your cum is dripping out of me. You slide two fingers inside of me, with your thumb circling my clit. It caught me off guard and I am melting into your hand. With your left hand, you grab my throat and squeeze, pulling me forward and kissing me deep. You curl your fingers to stroke my g-spot. My pussy completely drenched, even moreso with your cum. It doesn't take long before I feel myself starting to build. The heat in my cheeks, the tingle in my clit. Someone is knocking on the door. We are taking too long. I don't fucking care. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. I'm going to.... I erupt, cumming hard all over your hand.

You slowly withdraw your hand, and loosen your grip around my throat. You give me one more kiss and help me stand up and straighten my clothes. You're still dripping out of me. You flash me another one of those gorgeous smiles, and say, "See you at the next show? I'm Damien by the way." You don't stay long enough to ask for my name. Your rinse your hands, as to not rouse suspicion to the woman you walk back to. I leave the bathroom on wobbly legs, in a state of bliss.