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cliteatingman
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Hasn't happened yet
Can I help you make it happen?
Your sluttiest moment.......
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Apisto42
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I hear ya sister. There’s an app that will help you exercise your jaw muscles so they don’t get so sore next time.
Sluttiest moment? Hooking up with someone I met online and fucking her in a handicap bathroom. I’m not proud.
petite34c
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womaneater58
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Lucky landlord.
Lonelywife1205
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#goals
naughtythoughtsxx2
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That is hot. Did he suggest it or did you (paying with sex). What all happened?
Apisto42
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Are these short term or long term goals? I’m not a ho, but I bet you could find one or two (dozen) guys on here to help you out with those.
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LurkingPhoenix
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I don't know if it meets the threshold, but the day my neighbor/FWB left...and I had exactly enough time to change my sheets and rinse off before my on-again-off-again ex to showed and immediately went about messing them up again was pretty hot...
RNJAG
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40 yrs ago back in the days of CB radio I ended up talking to a casual acquaintance of mine. He was dj’ing an out door bash on someone’s farm (a remotely located field with no buildings) I offered to use my tent trailer s the dj’s booth. He accepted and I get in for free. I played the “I’m with the band card(dj in this case)” and got in for free. It was warm night the booze was flowing and inhibition’s are lowering. One really cute girl was hanging around for awhile so I asked her if she wanted to go for a walk. So off we go. About 200 ft from the trailer and with a little more seclusion she grabs my arm and turns me to face her straight on. I look down at her and ask what’s up. She pulls me down to her face and plants a hot tonsil tickling kiss and jumps up wrapping her legs around my waist and says “we need to fuck”. Um sure! She drops to her feet and we wrestle each other’s clothes off fall to the ground and shs climbs on top. In one smooth move she has my cock burried to the hilt in her tight sopping pussy and riding me like I’ve never been riden (I was 19 and not alot of experience at that time). Another cute girl comes walking by and sees us and comments “Damn, I want some of that!” In tell her to stick around she could pbe next. I was expecting her to decline the offer, instead she pulls off her shorts lowers her pussy to my face and starts making out with my new friend while I’m feasting on her pussy. Both girls come a couple times, surprisingly I hadn’t, I was too distracted eating pussy. The girls switched spots and it didn’t take long for me to lose my load.
They rolled off me, all of us spent. I didn’t realize that a few people had stopped to watch and started clapping. We pulled our clothes back on went straight for my car, left trailer and dj behind, went straight for a hotel a few miles away to continue the action. Never got last names or phone numbers ( cell phones didn’t exist then) and never saw these 2 girls again. I found out later they were friends of the DJ and he put them upto it. Oh to be young again. My sluttiest night and only 3some.
They rolled off me, all of us spent. I didn’t realize that a few people had stopped to watch and started clapping. We pulled our clothes back on went straight for my car, left trailer and dj behind, went straight for a hotel a few miles away to continue the action. Never got last names or phone numbers ( cell phones didn’t exist then) and never saw these 2 girls again. I found out later they were friends of the DJ and he put them upto it. Oh to be young again. My sluttiest night and only 3some.
sazzyslut69
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Probably sucking off three different guys in one night at a house party in separate 'incidents' 
. None of them knew about each other at the time, but later on in college people eventually found out. Oops
. None of them knew about each other at the time, but later on in college people eventually found out. Oops 
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Smoothshavendad
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Probably the 3 way I had with my brother in law and his wife.
Oh, so that was YOU!?
Acktion
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Without a doubt, playing with five scattered around the world at the same time.
I mean, I didn't set out to do that. It just happened that I was playing with one and another logged on and wanted to play. And then while I had One working her crescendo and Two warming up, two more occasional playmates logged in and wanted to play.
Although, technically, I don't think the fifth should count as all I did was, when she texted that she was bored (while I was working four others), I pointed out that she was out of school and off work and should relax and play a little. I meant, watch a movie or something enjoyable. It was not my fault she took it to mean masturbate to a hundred and eighty-three orgasms. Which, I had no clue until she told me, complete with the count, wanting to be praised, a couple of hours later as I was tucking the last of the four I knew about into bed.
(ETA: And, of course, I didn't get to cum until later. I was too busy typing and talking to get them to cum. Not to mention trying to keep shit straight!)
I mean, I didn't set out to do that. It just happened that I was playing with one and another logged on and wanted to play. And then while I had One working her crescendo and Two warming up, two more occasional playmates logged in and wanted to play.
Although, technically, I don't think the fifth should count as all I did was, when she texted that she was bored (while I was working four others), I pointed out that she was out of school and off work and should relax and play a little. I meant, watch a movie or something enjoyable. It was not my fault she took it to mean masturbate to a hundred and eighty-three orgasms. Which, I had no clue until she told me, complete with the count, wanting to be praised, a couple of hours later as I was tucking the last of the four I knew about into bed.
(ETA: And, of course, I didn't get to cum until later. I was too busy typing and talking to get them to cum. Not to mention trying to keep shit straight!)
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never_enough_au
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I recently made a new friend…
It started with a message that popped up in my inbox: "So I saw you're up on the Sunshine Coast. Would you like to meet up sometime and grab a drink?"
I don't know about other guys, but in my experience, these kinds of messages aren't that common - usually not before some chatting in public first, anyway. My initial instinct was that nothing more would come of it. But what the hell - what did I have to lose?
A few messages back and forth (and no doubt some mutual stalking of each other's online activity) and we set a time and a place - a midday "coffee", but with plenty of innuendo about what kind of coffee catch up this might be. I arrive five-or-so minutes early, wondering whether this person will actually show up. Midday approaches and I get a message saying she's here, but can't find the spot we agreed to meet. I share some further directions and wait a little longer while the anticipation builds.
I catch someone approaching out of the corner of my eye. "Hey there." We exchange some awkward first pleasantries and I suggest we go grab that "coffee" we'd spoken about.
"Did you want to sit in, or grab a couple of take-aways and go for a drive?"
"A drive sounds good," she replies.
Some further small talk takes place while we wait for our drinks. I can't help but take notice of the figure hugging dress she's wearing, hemmed at mid-thigh, and it makes me wonder where the afternoon might go.
We agree to take her car and I climb into the passenger seat and take a few sips of my coffee. It's my job to give directions (which kind of sits well with the tone of our online conversation), and I point out which way she should drive.
The small talk continues a bit while I tell her to turn here and merge in there. I decide to tell her my thoughts about her dress. "And it unzips all the way down the front too," she helpfully points out as well. I take it as cue that her head is in the same space as mine, and I tell her I really like the fabric, reaching out to run my fingers over the material that's stretched over her upper thigh. I don't remove my hand.
We chat some more while she drives towards the beach, only five or ten minutes away. My fingers start to trace the contour of her leg through her dress, heading towards the hem and moving past it to the soft, supple skin it barely covers. At first it's just the front of her thigh that I stroke with the pad of my finger, dragging a fingernail over it on the return pass. But before long, I'm stretching my arm a little further across the centre console and hooking my fingers towards her inner thigh and repeating a similar teasing caress.
Our conversation continues to ramble about insignificant things, but she parts her legs a little while I touch her sensitive inner thigh. I trace a path higher up her leg with my fingers, pushing the hem of the dress upward too with my wrist - enough to reveal the blue fabric of her panties underneath. I push against its material with my knuckles and instantly feel a warmth coming from between her legs. I twist my wrist a little and let my fingers find the source of this heat, tips tracing the length of her lips through the noticeably dampening material.
"Just here should be fine." I point to a row of car spaces in front of a grass area at the approach to the beach, pulling my hand back to my side of the car. "Are you up for a walk?"
We leave the car and she adjusts her dress. I haven't been to this particular spot before, but I get the sense that we're both scouting for somewhere a bit more secluded where we might finish our drinks. We head towards the dunes, but nothing particularly inviting presents itself, so after a short stroll, I suggest we go for another drive, ditching our empty coffee cups on our way back to the car.
I've got a place in mind - the car park of a sporting ground not far away that shouldn't have too many people around this time of day. I suggest we could head there and continue our conversation. As she backs her car out into the street, I put my hand straight back to that warm spot it found right before we pulled up.
This time, my fingers make no secret of their target, and I press them firmly against her panty-clad pussy, savouring the warmth and wetness they find. I rub her lips through the damp fabric while telling her which way to drive. I can see she's getting a little distracted now, but still she spreads her thighs further, inviting me to continue my caress.
I find the elastic edge of her panties and ease a finger underneath, feeling her full slick wetness against my skin for the first time. My knuckle and nail drag against her pussy while I slip another finger inside her panties, followed by a third. Twisting my wrist again, my fingers reposition so their tips rub against her flesh. They trace the length of her pussy several times before I slowly but purposefully push them inside her, burying them as deep as I can.
She lets out an audible gasp, while I continue with my directions - a disconnect between what I'm saying and what I'm doing. "You'll want to get into your right lane now." I draw my fingers out of her - almost all the way - then plunge them back in - my finger tips pressing against the inner walls of her wet cunt , seeking out any spot that will heighten the sensation. We're on a main road - three lanes of traffic to our left - but I'm fucking her with my fingers like there's no one else around. I push them in to the hilt then draw them out again - never too fast, but building a rhythm that is visible on her face.
I'm pressing even firmer against the inside of her now, and her body is responding. My palm, as well as my fingers, is slippery and wet, while a scent fills the car that is intoxicating. I allow myself to briefly wonder what she would taste like if my mouth was to replace my hand. Not to be though, I'm afraid, given we're doing 60 kmph down a main road.
‘ Are you ok?" I ask.
"Mmmhmmm," is all I get in reply, eyes momentarily closing for a second longer than they should, teeth biting down on her bottom lip. I can sense her climax building, but i resist the urger to finger-fuck her faster. Instead I keep up the same pace and ask some more inane questions.
She shifts in her seat a little while I push my fingers in and out of her, reaching for where her clit might be from the inside. More murmurs escape her lips and I feel her muscles tighten around my fingers. I continue to fuck her and tell her she's a good girl while she tries to keep the car in its lane. Her hip shift. My fingers piston in and out if her. She's close now, I can tell. We miss our turn off and continue through an amber light we probably should have stopped at while she cums on my fingers and lets out a decent groan - back arching, arms bracing against the wheel. Her pussy continues to clamp down on my fingers and I ease their pace inside her, while she gradually relaxes and returns her attention to the road.
"Good girl," I tell her. "Although I think we missed our turn off. You distracted me a bit there."
She lets out a little giggle and a deep breath. "Don't worry. I'll get us back to where we were going," I continue.
That's not the end of our "first date', if you will - but I think I'll leave it there for now. Do let me know if you'd like to hear about what happened next and I'll post a second installment.
It started with a message that popped up in my inbox: "So I saw you're up on the Sunshine Coast. Would you like to meet up sometime and grab a drink?"
I don't know about other guys, but in my experience, these kinds of messages aren't that common - usually not before some chatting in public first, anyway. My initial instinct was that nothing more would come of it. But what the hell - what did I have to lose?
A few messages back and forth (and no doubt some mutual stalking of each other's online activity) and we set a time and a place - a midday "coffee", but with plenty of innuendo about what kind of coffee catch up this might be. I arrive five-or-so minutes early, wondering whether this person will actually show up. Midday approaches and I get a message saying she's here, but can't find the spot we agreed to meet. I share some further directions and wait a little longer while the anticipation builds.
I catch someone approaching out of the corner of my eye. "Hey there." We exchange some awkward first pleasantries and I suggest we go grab that "coffee" we'd spoken about.
"Did you want to sit in, or grab a couple of take-aways and go for a drive?"
"A drive sounds good," she replies.
Some further small talk takes place while we wait for our drinks. I can't help but take notice of the figure hugging dress she's wearing, hemmed at mid-thigh, and it makes me wonder where the afternoon might go.
We agree to take her car and I climb into the passenger seat and take a few sips of my coffee. It's my job to give directions (which kind of sits well with the tone of our online conversation), and I point out which way she should drive.
The small talk continues a bit while I tell her to turn here and merge in there. I decide to tell her my thoughts about her dress. "And it unzips all the way down the front too," she helpfully points out as well. I take it as cue that her head is in the same space as mine, and I tell her I really like the fabric, reaching out to run my fingers over the material that's stretched over her upper thigh. I don't remove my hand.
We chat some more while she drives towards the beach, only five or ten minutes away. My fingers start to trace the contour of her leg through her dress, heading towards the hem and moving past it to the soft, supple skin it barely covers. At first it's just the front of her thigh that I stroke with the pad of my finger, dragging a fingernail over it on the return pass. But before long, I'm stretching my arm a little further across the centre console and hooking my fingers towards her inner thigh and repeating a similar teasing caress.
Our conversation continues to ramble about insignificant things, but she parts her legs a little while I touch her sensitive inner thigh. I trace a path higher up her leg with my fingers, pushing the hem of the dress upward too with my wrist - enough to reveal the blue fabric of her panties underneath. I push against its material with my knuckles and instantly feel a warmth coming from between her legs. I twist my wrist a little and let my fingers find the source of this heat, tips tracing the length of her lips through the noticeably dampening material.
"Just here should be fine." I point to a row of car spaces in front of a grass area at the approach to the beach, pulling my hand back to my side of the car. "Are you up for a walk?"
We leave the car and she adjusts her dress. I haven't been to this particular spot before, but I get the sense that we're both scouting for somewhere a bit more secluded where we might finish our drinks. We head towards the dunes, but nothing particularly inviting presents itself, so after a short stroll, I suggest we go for another drive, ditching our empty coffee cups on our way back to the car.
I've got a place in mind - the car park of a sporting ground not far away that shouldn't have too many people around this time of day. I suggest we could head there and continue our conversation. As she backs her car out into the street, I put my hand straight back to that warm spot it found right before we pulled up.
This time, my fingers make no secret of their target, and I press them firmly against her panty-clad pussy, savouring the warmth and wetness they find. I rub her lips through the damp fabric while telling her which way to drive. I can see she's getting a little distracted now, but still she spreads her thighs further, inviting me to continue my caress.
I find the elastic edge of her panties and ease a finger underneath, feeling her full slick wetness against my skin for the first time. My knuckle and nail drag against her pussy while I slip another finger inside her panties, followed by a third. Twisting my wrist again, my fingers reposition so their tips rub against her flesh. They trace the length of her pussy several times before I slowly but purposefully push them inside her, burying them as deep as I can.
She lets out an audible gasp, while I continue with my directions - a disconnect between what I'm saying and what I'm doing. "You'll want to get into your right lane now." I draw my fingers out of her - almost all the way - then plunge them back in - my finger tips pressing against the inner walls of her wet cunt , seeking out any spot that will heighten the sensation. We're on a main road - three lanes of traffic to our left - but I'm fucking her with my fingers like there's no one else around. I push them in to the hilt then draw them out again - never too fast, but building a rhythm that is visible on her face.
I'm pressing even firmer against the inside of her now, and her body is responding. My palm, as well as my fingers, is slippery and wet, while a scent fills the car that is intoxicating. I allow myself to briefly wonder what she would taste like if my mouth was to replace my hand. Not to be though, I'm afraid, given we're doing 60 kmph down a main road.
‘ Are you ok?" I ask.
"Mmmhmmm," is all I get in reply, eyes momentarily closing for a second longer than they should, teeth biting down on her bottom lip. I can sense her climax building, but i resist the urger to finger-fuck her faster. Instead I keep up the same pace and ask some more inane questions.
She shifts in her seat a little while I push my fingers in and out of her, reaching for where her clit might be from the inside. More murmurs escape her lips and I feel her muscles tighten around my fingers. I continue to fuck her and tell her she's a good girl while she tries to keep the car in its lane. Her hip shift. My fingers piston in and out if her. She's close now, I can tell. We miss our turn off and continue through an amber light we probably should have stopped at while she cums on my fingers and lets out a decent groan - back arching, arms bracing against the wheel. Her pussy continues to clamp down on my fingers and I ease their pace inside her, while she gradually relaxes and returns her attention to the road.
"Good girl," I tell her. "Although I think we missed our turn off. You distracted me a bit there."
She lets out a little giggle and a deep breath. "Don't worry. I'll get us back to where we were going," I continue.
That's not the end of our "first date', if you will - but I think I'll leave it there for now. Do let me know if you'd like to hear about what happened next and I'll post a second installment.
marriedpervs
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Of course!!! You left us all hanging, you tease!
You have my attention . Please continue
never_enough_au
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Another instalment coming soon
petite34c
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While going for a walk at lunch other day a car pulled up asking for directions. After I told them where they needed to go, one of the two good looking guys asked if I was working, hooking. I quickly got VERY wet and played along hoping they were not cops. Next thing I knew I was giving them a show for there cell phones.
Street walker
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