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I still see that guy pitching a tent when we have to work the same shift. The whole point was to ruin his life with other girls, and I hope I was close.
It happened a few months ago. We were closing down the coffee shop where we work. He's a younger, very quiet guy who recently started. I always noticed him sneaking glances at my breasts. I definitely didn't make it easy for him because I always unbutton my shirt halfway whenever the manager leaves for the night.
We were sitting in the back room, taking inventory on our phones. I wanted to show him a funny video on the screen, but when I unlocked it, my browser was still open to my absolute filth from that morning's solo session. I quickly retrieved it and thought, "Ugh, just use my phone to register cups." He pulls out his phone, opens Safari, and boom, he has a tab open for "small perspective" or something. Totally degenerate, but I love it.
He blushed and started aggressively swiping through his tabs. I laughed and thought, "Damn, what?" He somehow just blurted out that he'd never actually been with a girl. I patted him on the shoulder and said a vague, "It'll happen soon, man." But my brain immediately started shaking.
What if I gave him the weirdest blowjob of his life? He completely messed up his expectations, making it impossible for anyone else to compare. Let's go, fuck.
I started grinding against him in the cramped warehouse as we put away boxes. I pushed him on his hips, whispered in his ear. He was so nervous it was shining through his jeans.
Just before we had to finish, I looked at him and said, "I'll suck your cock." He froze like a deer in headlights. Before he could even get a word out. It was so funny to watch him like I had complete control over him. I was lying on the floor, right between his legs, and he was sitting on milk crates.
I didn't calm him down at all. Poor guy. I went straight into action, sloppy, deep, choking, just pure madness. After only three minutes, he was whimpering and bucking, and suddenly he was shooting it down my throat. I wanted to ruin him. So I didn't stop.
He was shaking, practically begging me to let him breathe because he was too sensitive, but I didn't care. I sucked him through the tremors until he was rock solid again. I continued until he shot a second time. I swallowed it all, cleaned him up with a few licks, and just then my alarm went off, telling me to catch my Uber.
I grabbed my jacket, said, "See you tomorrow," kissed him on the cheek, and left.
The sun hung low on the horizon, turning the endless stretch of Interstate 40 into a shimmering ribbon of heat and shadow, where the asphalt seemed to breathe under the weight of the dying day. June stood at the dusty shoulder, her thumb outstretched like a desperate prayer, the hot wind whipping strands of her long, wavy auburn hair across her face.
Her piercing green eyes scanned the approaching trucks with a mix of excitement and wariness, her skinny frame clad in cutoff jean shorts that hugged her ass and a tight tank top that strained against her tits, the faint outline of her red lace bra teasing through the fabric. She could feel the grit of the road on her skin, the acrid scent of exhaust mixing with the dry earth, and the distant rumble of engines that promised escape from the suffocating boredom of her small-town life.
When the massive rig finally slowed, its brakes hissing like a serpent, she locked eyes with the driver—a burly man with a weathered face, graying beard, and an imposing physique that filled the cab window. He was Eliott, she guessed, from the name scrawled on the door, and something in his gruff nod pulled her forward, her heart pounding with the thrill of the unknown. https://www.smutfinder.com/read/_8oZ9Z9LiXPkk1N_0NnTB
I am completely obsessed with the feeling of being stretched wide, and last night I finally unboxed my new automated dual-action thrusting machine while the house was completely empty. I set it up on the living room floor, attached a thick, hung suction dildo to the main arm, and slipped a high-frequency vibrating bullet into my tight back door for maximum stimulation.
The second I hit the power switch, the machine went to work with zero mercy. It started aggressively hammering the thick dildo raw into my dripping pussy, bottoming out against my cervix with a heavy, rhythmic thud that made my entire body shake. At the same time, the anal toy was rattling my tightest spot on the highest setting. I was completely double-teamed by silicone and machinery, my hands clawing at the carpet while I was forced to take every single inch of the aggressive thrusts. The pace was completely relentless, stretching my walls until I was a crying, gaping disaster on the floor. By the time I reached for the remote to turn it off, the toys had completely broken me down, leaving me overflowing and shivering in a puddle of my own fluids.
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A while ago a neighbour mrs hayton asked me to babysit so she and her husband could go out for their anniversary. I was a bit skint so said I would as last I could have my stepsister Lizzy over too she said it was fine .
The night came and Lizzy and I went to the door . Her husband answered and let us in explaining his wife was still getting ready and told us to help ourselves to anything in the house and even order a takeaway if we wanted.
Mrs Hayton the appeared in a tiny black dress and obviously no bra looking as hot as fuck . She asked us do I look ok ? Of course we said yes and minutes later they'd gone out .
The night was quiet with no grief from the kids and Lizzy and I watching TV and chatting while cuddling.
At exactly midnight a taxi pulled up and the Haytons came in obviously quite drunk and very chatty. Mr Hayton pushed Lizzy and I apart and sat between us his wife sat opposite her little dress leaving little to the imagination.
She asked do you girls want a drink and we both accepted so she went to the kitchen and brought some vodka. As she handed us the drinks she asked if we wanted to stay a while and as it was a weekend so no school and Lizzy was staying at ours we said yes. Lots of chat vodka and questions later the conversation turned to boyfriends. Neither Lizzy nor me had a boyfriends so Mrs Hayton asked what we did for fun . . Now being a little drunk Lizzy explained our family history which included her dad .
They were very interested and Mr Hayton asked if we did stuff together and we both said yes. Intrigued he asked us to prove It .
Lizzy looked at me smiled then leaned over him to kiss me . It was a big sloppy kiss with tongues and everything.
As we parted Mrs Hayton got up and came over . She said you call that a kiss and she straddled her husband and kissed him passionately with Lizzy and I either side watching .
As they kissed he pulled her little dress off her shoulders and down to her waist revealing her big tits .
As their lips parted she leaned over to kiss Lizzy and he kissed me . There was no resistance from either of us not even when I felt him pulling up my t shirt and squeezing my boobs . I opened my eyes Lizzy was already top less with Mrs Hayton kissing her neck and squeezing her boobs.
Then Mrs Hayton got up letting her dress fall to the floor.
Staying in only some tiny panties and hold up stocking she said stand up girls .
We did as we were asked and she told us to strip off . I hesitated. But Lizzy was naked in seconds so I copied her. Both now naked both firm teen bodies with good size boobs , Mrs Hayton smiled and lead us up stairs.
Once on the bedroom she told us to get on the bed and as we did she took off her panties and joined us . We all kissed and caressed us in turn until eventually we ended up her on her back with me sitting on her face and Lizzy's head between her legs eating her .
When I opened my eyes hearing Lizzy squeal it was just in time to see Mr Hayton pushing his huge cock deep inside her and begin fucking her
We didn't make it home that night but it was a lot of fun
Long story short, I had troubles with passing high school so I lost virginity just for “grade” The most crazy thing about it is I thought it would be private lesson with the teacher but I couldn’t be more wrong. So the private lesson was in his apartment I’ve came at certain time and it all begun, firstly I sat at the desk and let’s call the teacher Damien, so Damien sat next to me and I’ve prepared my notebook and pen. He said that I wouldn’t pass the final exam anyway and he proposed that there is another way to “pass it”. Curious I asked what it’s the way, he explained and I got panic attack, anyway I did that and passed high school. I feel ashamed about it idk why I’m sharing this story out here, but that was traumatic for me
F20, stupidly horny tonight and honestly don’t give a fuck anymore.
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I’m still in shock and there’s no one I can share this to so here I go
So last week I went on a date with a cute guy. He's tall, smart, has a great career, the one they call total package and he knows it. Kinda unfair if you ask me. What doesn’t this guy have? Well I got to find out for myself, where the cockiness also came from.
This guy had the biggest dick I’ve ever seen with my own eyes. I gasped when in my head I saw the print in his boxers, but I was even more shocked when I held it with my hand. I'm half asian so I kinda have a small pair of hands but, damn it's as big as my arm and I could barely fully hold it.
My mouth was too small for it either. it was taking the whole space. I usually love to swirl my tongue around while sucking it but this time I just couldn’t do it. On top of that, he was kinda rough.
He fucked the shit out of me, and talked me through it. At first I really didn’t think it’d fit in. We tried a first time, slowly and it really hurt. So he ate me, he was good at that too, and then we tried it again and it fit. My pussy was so stretched, and I just knew he loved it.
He kept calling me a good girl, saying how he can use me however he pleases, how i’m his little toy, and said he could feel his dick stretching me. Sigh, he was right about everything, and I was just moaning along, it felt so good.
This guy is a real freak, and i’m scared he’ll turn me into a freak too, a size freak.
It sounds weird when I type it out, but I'm hoping to see some dick pics. I'm open to returning the favour with tit pics. But mostly, I just want to see dicks. Big, or little, hard, hairy, smooth - if you have a cock, I'd like to see a picture of it.
This actually happened about half a year ago with my ex, Nate. He was 24 at the time and I was 19. He’d just come out of this messy-ass breakup because his ex was a total headcase who cheated on him constantly. We met at the gym where we both worked and the chemistry was just instant. It started with heavy flirting during shifts, which led to him driving me home and me giving him head in the parking lot or the back of his truck before I went inside.
He ended up staying at my place a lot that summer. My parents actually loved the guy; they thought he was such a gentleman and a protector because of his build, even though he was just a goof ball on the inside.
The vibe shifted when he finally met my older sister, Elena (she’s 21). She came home one Friday night totally wasted from a club, wearing this tiny, tight red dress that was basically a belt if you ask me. Elena has always been way more blessed in the chest department than I am, and I caught Nate straight-up staring at her tits while she was stumbling around the kitchen flirting with him.
I could tell he was trying to be polite, but then I looked down and saw a massive bulge straining against his joggers. I didn’t even say anything, I just grabbed his hand, hauled him upstairs, and blew him until he absolutely lost it. He finished way harder than usual, just a total mess all over my stomach and face.
Next morning I went down to get coffee the next day and Elena was on the couch looking rough. She looked at me and smirked, saying, "Damn, I definitely heard you guys going at it last night. Nate sounds like he fucks harder than he looks." I just laughed and told her he’s got a huge dick that needs a lot of attention, and I’m a good girlfriend who knows how to drain him.
Later that afternoon, I caught them out on the back deck. They were sharing a smoke and laughing. Elena kept reaching out and touching his tattoos, Nate has these thick, muscular arms with full sleeves, and she’s always had a thing for that "bad boy" look. Watching her hand slide over his bicep actually made me soak my panties. I loved seeing them together.
That night in bed, I decided to poke the bear. I asked him, "So, you think Elena is hot, right?"
He tried to play it cool, saying she was "alright" or "cute," but his face totally gave him away. I took my phone and opened her insta, scrolling her photos. Asking him which one he liked, at first he kept playing it safe, but think he realised i wasn't playing any games. He looked like he wanted to devour her to be honest. I told him straight up: "I want to watch you rail her on our bed while I hide in the closet or just listen from the hallway."
He looked terrified. He literally thought I was setting him up or trying to find an excuse to dump him, so he shut it down immediately. But I knew better.
I kept bringing her up. At first very subtly but later more and more explicitly. So much so that i even told him to close his eyes and pretend I was her while we fucked.
A few weeks later, my parents went away for a long weekend, leaving me, Nate, and Elena alone at the house. I had a doctor’s appointment one afternoon when I knew they’d both be home. Before I left, I whispered to Elena that Nate was mentioning her and that she should keep flirting with him while I was gone. When I got back, she gave me the play by play.
Nate was in the shower.
Elena "accidentally" walked in to grab a towel, wearing nothing but some tiny lace undies and a see through white tank top (no bra, obviously).
She told him she’d been "sneaking peeks" at him and that I was lucky to have such a well-endowed guy.
As she walked out, she slapped his ass and he apparently let out this low groan, just watching her walk away, swinging her ass side to side in her lace panties. When I walked into the living room, the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Nate looked like he was about to explode.
That night, I led him to the bedroom but "forgot" to click the door shut. I wanted her to hear everything. I made him bend me over the edge of the bed and he fucked me harder than he ever had in his life. He was feral, totally losing control. For the first time ever, he didn't pull out, he just stayed deep inside me and filled me up completely. I fucking liked this version of him.
The next morning, Elena pulled me aside. She admitted she didn't just listen, but that she actually crept up to the door and watched through the crack. She saw him pounding me from behind and said she’d never seen anything so hot.
It was officially on. Part two coming soon...
I remember it was a Wednesday night and I waited quite way too late before I could do my laundry again. I had to do it because I didn’t have anything clean I could wear for class the next day. Even then I only had some old shorts and a black spaghetti top on. So around 11:30pm I packed my laundry bag and I went down to the basement laundry room. I went late at that particular because I was truly hoping it would be empty but guess what, it wasn't.
My friend Josh was there, we had a few classes together. He was kind of dorky, with glasses but he was tall with messy hair and he always had the habit of wearing those kind of band shirts. Like AC/DC and rock stuff like that, Nirvana, if that is even a rock band, anyway. We liked to play DnD together and stuff, but never really hung out alone. When he saw me coming closer to the laundry, he looked at me and just gave me a small smile and said something like late night laundry crew huh, i just gave a chuckle and said yeah.
After both of us loaded our machines, everywhere became so , I mean we could only hear the sound of the washers. I got bored so I sat on one of the folding tables while he sat across from me at first. Since it was only the two we started talking about different stuffs and bringing up different topics and we even talked about classes and how annoying it is when people leave their clothes in the machines forever. It was mostly just about normal stuff but what was funny was that my heart start beating faster than normal. I guess it felt kinda weird being alone down there with him.
After a while he got up to check his dryer. As soon as he walked past me his leg brushed against mine. Although it was just a small touch, I couldn’t help it but just kept thinking about it.. like was that on purpose? or maybe I’m just the one too much into it? No idea
All of a sudden he came and sat just right next to me on the same table. I was shocked because this time our thighs were literally touching now. I could feel the heat from his leg and I got really nervous. I didn't even know what to do so I just sat there pretending to look at my phone.
He asked me if I'm always this quiet and I said yeah I guess because I’m very introverted. Before I realized he placed his hand on my knee, when I felt it, I froze up completely. Although my face got burning hot, I still didn't push his hand away though. Then he started rubbing his thumb slowly on my leg and it was sending these little sparks through my whole body.
I kept thinking what the hell, you barely know this guy…. Although I kept thinking that but honestly I liked it and it felt really exciting. Before I knew it I came a little more closer without even meaning to.
When he saw I came closer to him, he didn’t even waste any time and leaned in and started kissing me. He started slow at first then it got really deeper quick like very deep because we literally started making out. He placed his hand up my thigh under the edge of my shorts. It was not too far but it was enough to make me squirm. I could feel my panties getting soaked.
We just kept making out like that and every time I heard the elevator I would start thinking probably someone was coming but nobody ever did come. That scared excited feeling was making me really wet. He kept rubbing his fingers in between my legs and he was slowly reaching towards my clit. I was so close moaning and I had to bite my lip hard so I don’t make noise because if I did everybody would hear but I couldn’t help the feeling that I wanted him to pull my shorts aside so bad instead he just kept teasing it by rubbing it. I was moaning his name, begging him to put his fingers in at that point.
It was getting really intense when suddenly we heard the sound of his dryer really loud and immediately when we heard it, out of fear we quickly pulled away. But I was still super frustrated horny and turned on. This stupid fucking dryer. And even after that we were awkward with each other.
I quickly put my clothes in a dryer and just said a bye before basically I started running back to my room. We still say hi in the hallway like nothing happened but every time I see him I could still remember how his hand felt on my thigh, how he was rubbing me and how crazy turned on and wet I got in that basement without actually finishing.
I still can’t believe I let that happen. I couldn’t still believe a whole me who still comes out as shy was making out with a guy from my floor in the laundry room. Honestly till date I still think about that night more than I probably should.
Wife admits to serial cheating
This is a true story about how I discovererd my wife, Marcia \[35\] was cheating on me. It happened when I was using Marcia’s car one day and began to scroll through her cell phone calls. There were a lot, at all different times of the day, to a number that I was not familiar with. I called the number and a man answered. I quickly hung up.
Later that I day I called Marcia at work and confronted her about the number. She made some quick excuses, but I wasn’t buying them. After just a few minutes she confessed there was “someone else”. She left work early and met me at home where she began to tell me that she met Mark at a bar about two years ago and that they had been having a sex ever since. I was completely shocked, first that she had done it and secondly that it had been going on under my nose for two years.
Marcia told me that Mark was nearly ten years younger than her and that he fucked her better than anyone in her life – including me. She left that afternoon to be with him. Marcia stayed with Mark for three days. Finally, she called and asked if I would take her back. She came over to our house and explained that she wasn’t really in love with Mark - she was in love with Mark’s cock.
The thought of someone else fucking my wife aroused me so I began to question her about sex with Mark. She told me that for two years she had sucked and fucked Mark at our house every time I would go out of town on business (3-4 days/week). She said getting fucked by that young cock was amazing and that he could drill her for hours. Several times I had called while they were having sex and she had answered the phone and talked to me while jacking off his cock at the same time. After she could get me off the phone he would “slide his big cock back in” and he would continue to fuck her brains out. Marcia said there was nothing that she didn’t do for Mark and that rock-hard cock of his. She said that his cock was the hardest she had ever seen and that his “enormous balls” were so big that she could only “fit one of them in her mouth at a time.”
One of her favorite things to do was to suck his balls while stroking his cock. She would say “feed me your cock”. Mark could cum in her mouth whenever he wanted – but mostly he liked to pump his load into her pussy. Marcia was taking birth control pills without me knowing, so she got her pussy filled with Mark’s cum at least 6 or 7 times per week for over two years. Marcia told me that she would sometimes meet Mark during her lunch hour and fuck him. If they didn’t have time to fuck, she would suck his cock and then jack him off, letting him cum in her hand or mouth. She said getting Mark to cum in her hand was a real turn-on, “watching that big hard cock squirt.” She admitted to loving his cum as much as his rock-hard dick.
Over their time together, Mark must have fucked my wife several hundred times. After doing a little math, I figure that Mark must have pumped over a gallon of cum into my wife’s pussy, not to mention the loads he pumped into her mouth or shot onto her hands. For two years, I had no idea that another man was pumping his cum into the same pussy I was eating and fucking.
I ended up agreeing to take Marcia back. And over the next several months she told me plenty more about sucking and fucking her boyfriend Mark. I even got an email from Mark telling me how much he had enjoyed fucking my wife. Included with the email were a 15 pictures showing Marcia nude and sitting between his legs with her pussy waiting to be fucked. Others showed Marcia with Marks long cock in her mouth. Marcia said she milked his balls well that night but was all cleaned up before I got home.
I told a close friend of mine this whole story and he said that my wife had become Mark’s “Cum Slut” who would do anything for him just to get another load of his cum. I still can't stop thinking about her diamond wedding ring covered in another man’s cum and how that wedding ring on her finger didn’t seem to stop her from being another man’s Cum Slut.
Once Marcia opened up to me about fucking Mark, it wasn’t long before she admitted that Mark was not the first guy she had fucked since we got married. She eventually admitted to fucking or sucking over a dozen different men. Most of these guys were friends of mine, coworkers and neighbors that she had fucked multiple times. But those are stories for another post.
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Im craving for a cock rn, i wanna drain your balls and swallow all your cum. I prefer if you cum on my mouth, i miss having a cock inside of me.
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