Your sluttiest moment.......

[Apisto42]

it was like one after another. talk about a sore jaw

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]

Paying the rent

Accidents happen. One month I forgot to pay the rent. The landlord came knocking and I really was not dressed properly when I opened the door... Needless to say the rent got paid...

 

[womaneater58]

Lucky landlord.

 

[Lonelywife1205]

#goals

 

[tcu715]

This is my fav thread ever

 

[naughtythoughtsxx2]

Accidents happen. One month I forgot to pay the rent. The landlord came knocking and I really was not dressed properly when I opened the door... Needless to say the rent got paid...

That is hot. Did he suggest it or did you (paying with sex). What all happened?

 

[Apisto42]

#goals

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.

 

[LurkingPhoenix]

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]

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.

 

[sazzyslut69]

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

 

[DeckardNYC]

Hasn't happened yet

Isn't this the only correct answer?

 

[tiny_tits]

At a strip poker game, where when after the clothes were off, you could "buy" them back with favors. 3 blowjobs and one female asslicking, in full view of everyone else.

Ya, would do it all over again.

 

[Sejanus]

It was quite hot and I'd have enjoyed more details about H and her accommodating ass. I'm not sure how slutty it was, exactly. Guess we'd need more of those details to judge!

 

[chame1eon]

I don't know if I have any particularly slutty moments it's more of a long term trend.

Kinda glad someone bumped one of my all time favorite threads though.

 

[Smoothshavendad]

Probably the 3 way I had with my brother in law and his wife.

 

[leftie]

Masturbating in the garden during lockdown for all to see and hear x

Oh, so that was YOU!?

 

[Acktion]

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!)

 

[never_enough_au]

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.

 

[marriedpervs]

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.

Of course!!! You left us all hanging, you tease!

 

[GuySLut]

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.

You have my attention . Please continue

 

[never_enough_au]

Of course!!! You left us all hanging, you tease!

Another instalment coming soon

 

[petite34c]

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

 

[never_enough_au]

Another instalment coming soon

A few months have passed now since this encounter - it's the second part to my earlier post - so I'll do my best to remember how things played out next...



There was another area of parkland not far away that I knew about, but hadn't stopped at before, and I thought perhaps that there might be a secluded spot to park the car around there. As I made this suggestion and started pointing out the way to go, rain started to splash down on the windscreen in a reasonably heavy torrent.

As the park came into view, we quickly realised that this wasn't going to be an option - nowhere to park in sight. We drove around a bit more, scouring the back streets for anywhere secluded, eventually finding our way back to near that locked gate.

She must have been as worked up as me (despite having just been brought to climax with my fingers as we drove down the main road), as she suggested we could park the car and go for a walk near the sporting grounds - even though it was raining quite a bit now. A little water falling from the sky wasn't about to stop me.

We parked the car and shimmied past the locked gate, into the car park. Frustratingly, nowhere discrete presented itself as a possible place to continue our play date. The boundary to the carpark was heavily treed - a nature reserve - and up ahead there seemed to be a break in the greenery. I pointed it out and we made our way towards it.

It was a dirt road that led to some kind of work area up ahead - piles of dirt and felled trees scattered around. Thankfully there was no one else around (why would there be in this weather). We continued our stroll into this space. I let her get a step or two in front of me so I could watch her ass as she walked - wrapped enticingly in that figure-hugging dress - barely covering her ass cheeks.

I quickened my pace slightly so that her ass was within my reach, and grabbed a handful of it as she walked. A cheeky glance and smile over her shoulder told me it was welcomed, so I took it upon myself to go in for more. I dropped my hand to her inner thigh, and although a little awkward to manage while she continued to move forward, I twisted my wrist to find the wetness between her legs and hooked a finger inside her hot, damp pussy. It was a challenge to do this and keep in step with her - an awkward waddle from her indicating that it wasn't easy for her either. But I persevered for a bit, feeling her wetness slicken the skin between my fingers and dribble down the back of my hand.

Up ahead and to the left, an abandoned couch sat at the edge of the trees - either a spot where workers had their lunch break or - more likely - a place where kids hung out with beers and joints. It was in pretty bad shape - and both we and it were pretty wet from the rain - but it was all we had to work with, so we made our way over.

I'd let my fingers slip from inside her now, and as we reached the couch, I grabbed her hand and spun her around, finding her mouth with mine. Immediately our tongues lashed out for each other, before I sucked hers into my mouth hard and she returned the favour. While we mashed lips and swallowed tongues, my hands reached for her chest and lowered the zip on her dress. I wasted no time in scooping a hand between the cup of her bra and her flesh, squeezing her breast firmly and grabbing at the pierced nipple she'd told me about in our online chats.

I took a break from my mouth devouring hers and lowered my face to her tit, sucking the nipple into my mouth and teasing it with light (and not-too-light) nibbles and bites. Again, my hand reached for her pussy below her dress and I sunk two fingers into her while I continued to suck on her breast.

There was not so much teasing this time. Instead I pumped her already wet cunt with my two digits - hoping to make her cum a second time fairly soon. I thrust them into her and pulled them back out, over and over, for perhaps two minutes, when I dropped to my knees on the wet ground, lifted her dress above her ass cheeks, and sucked at her clit before letting my fingers retreat and pushing my tongue inside her.

I love the taste of a wet pussy and love it even more when the focus of my attention is obviously enjoying the experience too. She grabbed two fists full of my hair and pulled my face into her while I tongue-fucked her wetness, juices slickening my face as I tried to push into her as deepley as I could. There was desperation in her grasp of my head, while my hands seized as much of her fleshy ass as they could while I licked and sucked and penetrated her sodden cunt with my eager mouth and tongue. She was getting close, but I decided I wanted to be kissing her when she cum again, so I stood myself up in an abrupt move, plunged two fingers back inside her where my tongue had been just moments ago, and instead pushed this same meaty snake out of my mouth and into hers.

It didn't take long before she was again clamping down on my fingers with her vaginal muscles and trying to pull her mouth away from mine to catch her breath. I didn't allow this - instead grabbing her by the back of her neck and clamping her mouth against mine while her orgasm shook through her rain-wet body. My tongue in her mouth, and fingers in her snatch, her breathing came in rushes and gasps while her legs trembled and her fingers dug into my shoulders. Gradually, her breathing softened and I stepped back a little - letting my fingers slip from within her - asking if she was ok.

"Ah-ha...," she managed to breathe.

…

 

[never_enough_au]

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"Good girl," I encouraged her in return. "Now it's your turn to show me how good you really can be."

I took a step back and loosened my belt. Without further instruction, she took hold of the waist of my jeans and released the button from its hole, dropping to her knees in the mud as she did. The short zip was lowered next, her eyes fixed on the swell in my black boxer briefs.

Her fingers reached for the outline of my cock through the silky material, tracing its length with their tips briefly before dipping into the branded elastic above and stretching it forward while drawing them down. My already stiff cock sprung forward with this release - maybe 20cm from her face - while she continued to lower my trucks and jeans so that my own ass and balls were exposed.

Her lips parted in anticipation while she locked her eyes with mine and started to lower mouth towards the engorged head at the end of my shaft. But before she could lower her warm mouth onto me, my right hand grabbed a fist full of her own hair and abruptly stopped her advance.

Confused puppy-dog eyes looked up at me, her expectant mouth still agape.

"Did I say you could do that yet?" I admonished. "I don't remember hearing you ask."

"Can I suck your cock'" the timid words escaped her lips.

"Did I hear you say please?"

"Please. Can I suck your cock, please?"

"Hmmm... ok. But don't get too excited. Just the tip. And don't put it in your mouth yet. I only want you to kiss it. To lick it."

Without further instruction her tongue leapt from her mouth and lashed around the head of my dick. It had visibly swollen since being released - much warmer than the rain spattered air around us - and the temperature was only likely to keep rising.

Lips, tongue and occasionally teeth worked the purple bulb greedily - eyes locking with mine as often as they could between ecstatic elongated blinks. From time to time those puffy lips with their smeared red lipstick suckled further down the shaft, not quite daring to go as far as my balls, face looking up with a guilty grin in acknowledgement at straying further than allowed.

A brief pause saw the hard cock rest against her cheek - both glistening with a light saliva coating.

"Can I put it in my mouth now?" the question coming almost as a beg.

"Ok. But I want you to take it slow," the answer cutting a huge grin through the wet mess of rain and spit and smudged make-up that looked so endearing on her pretty little face.

Without hesitation, she parted her lips and took the warm meat in her mouth. Not very good at following instructions though, it wasn't long before she was sinking down on the shaft, the top disappearing down into her throat. My own self control was waning as well, and it took all of my will to control the pace with my hands on either side of her head, periodically pulling her mouth off me by her hair when I felt she was getting too carried away, only to allow her to continue her gobbling once she'd regained some composure.

The third time I imposed this forced break, she took the chance to suck my balls into her mouth instead - first the left, then the right - her tongue swirling around them while she gently drew them in with just the right amount of pressure. I was in heaven. I pulled her off these too though - eventually - and directed her back down onto my rod, sinking it deep into her now, over and over, unsure of whether it was her who was quickening and deepening the rhythm or me barely holding back from fucking her face.

We'd spoken about her deep throat experience online, before this first meeting in the flesh. She admitted that she needed more practice, and although she seemed to be doing fine right now, I informed her that now was as good a time as any to undertake some throat training.

I slipped my cocok into her deeply again, only not pulling back this time. The head was in her throat, for sure, and her obedient eyes looked up at me - patiently waiting to be told she could breathe again now. A few more seconds passed before I obliged, but only long enough for me to let her inhale deeply, before I pushed into her face once again. I repeated this action maybe five or six times before congratulating her on her progress. Her eyes watered, but also gave an appreciative smile.

I withdrew from her mouth once more, before driving my cock back in with rhythmic intent. I was fucking her face and she was recieving me gladly.

"That's it. Good Girl. Good girl," I repeated over and over as I felt the tension build in my balls and tingle up my shaft.

Indecipherable responses gargled from her mouth.

"The only question is...," I ventured, trying to hold back the wave for as long as I could, "where should I cum - on your face or in your mouth?"

"Wherever you want," is what I think the reply was that came from the mouth stuffed full of cock below me.

And it was only a few moments more before I was making my mind up about this as it happened. I felt the pressure build in my balls, my anus tightened, and the jet of semen made it known to me that it was about to erupt. I pulled out of her throat just in time to splash my seed across her cheek, nose and upper lip, eyes involuntarily rolling back into my head while waves of pleasure rushed through me. I was only just able to keep my focus on her smiling face - looking up at me for approval before she used her thumb and finger to push globules of cum off her skin and into her mouth, showing me what she'd collected on her tongue before gulping it down.

"Good girl," I offered once more. "Good girl," and again.

We collected ourselves in the lightening rain - clothes disheveled - her face, as well. We made her way back to the car and she drove me back to where mine was parked, before sharing polite thank yous and agreeing that we should meet again.

No doubt that would make for some further writing.

 

[bitchnmom]

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