Your sluttiest moment.......

[Davtung2]

Different perspective. That ass of mine u like is 45 years old and doesn't look at sex the same as many woman. I'm more like a man - sex is for pleasure and is not a measure of "love". Doesn't prove i love someone or not. Many women have that mind set (and i'm alright with that), but my hubby and i demonstrate our love for each other in a hundred other more meaningful way. Fucking and sucking are for fun and release.

Wow Betty! I love your attitude... with that in mind and visions of you like this:

https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=668339

Your husband must be the luckiest man alive!

Sorry... just saw one of your posts saying not to leave this kind of message here and you are right... can't figure out how to delete it! lol I'll leave it on your thread too.

 

[Modern Mephisto]

This one time, at band camp...heh, not really.

I was seeing this guy, and things were pretty intense. One day he told me that his friends were coming over and that I was to wear nothing but a collar and a leash. I was astonished by this, and wanted to say no, but that would have been breaking the rules. He called me in while his friends were seated around the room and showed me off to them. He talked about how our relationship worked and let them stare at me. I was pretty damned embarrassed. At one point he laid back in his chair and had me straddle him and ride him until I came with all of his friends watching. He praised me, and his friends made positive comments, but I'm sure that I was red all over.

He then told me to lay on the coffee table and allowed each of his friends to come and feel how wet I was after showing them how he spanked me. I was humiliated, but so wet. He then fingered me until I came, telling me that I could leave the room once I did.

It was humiliating and intense and oh so slutty.

My love for you grows...along with other things.

 

[mernie99]

Elvira

The following story is not mine, but rather is an email from of a very close (male) friend, who was 31 years old when this happened. Warning: It’s quite long (and that after all my edits.) My friend granted his permission to use it, but have changed names and eliminated geographical references, per his request. It might not have the ending you expected, but I found it a very interesting read, with so many twists and turns (and humor!) that you’d think has to be fiction.

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About a year ago this girl started in our office part time to juggle some of the grunt work and the phone-answering. Okay....so...I know she was in a workspace where my transactions are kept on hard file, so I wandered back that way and started rummaging through the drawers, made some passing introduction to the girl, who surprised me with some witty-sarcastic play.

Okay.....so....the girl was tall, slender, young....I guessed mid-20s, maybe. She kind of had a certain....dark or maybe even subtle Gothic look about her. Hair was long and dark, not particularly well-styled, and she had a certain dark countenance about her. So....within a week or so I nicknamed her Elvira, as in Mistress of the Dark. She was never aware of the nickname until perhaps 6 or 7 months later and decided she was quite taken with it.

Pretty much EVERY guy in the office had some primal sexual draw by the shadowy-visaged Elvira. One of the things I found particularly hot about her was the inadvertent display of THONG when she would bend over to pick things up.

At any rate, I had become friends with Elvira during the time of her employment, which amounted to no more than maybe 11 months. Over the span of that time Elvira seemed to grow into a more of a lovely girl, abandoning much of the darker image with the donning of brighter clothing and the improvement in hairstyle, etc. Eventually I had instituted this childish game with her to ensure she would come to me for attention in her short 4-hour day....I became her timeclock. Upon arrival and departure of each workday it was expected of her to stop by my desk and chat it up with me for at least a few minutes.

Needless to say I was disappointed when Elvira eventually moved on to assume an easier job for the pay.....swimming pool lifeguard at a hotel down the road. She swung by the office a time or two later and repeated invitations that I should come by and swim after work at some point.

Now...there are two things I need to stop and reveal about her that I had known throughout her employment. 1) Elvira had gotten the job here through her mother's friendship with one of our existing employees, one of our developers that is something of the mother goose for all that is righteous and holy....she's a born-again Christian. Anyway....Elvira's mom was best friends with this woman and I honestly had no idea if Elvira was also a Christian freakshow. So, I always behaved myself in her company and sought to keep the workplace free of negative impression on my part.

Okay....point 2).....I knew her boyfriend....not well, but I did meet him more than once and shared company with him at one of the work functions. I know that Elvira's relationship with him was on-again/off-again but I was never going to make myself comfortable tampering with that. I was additionally aware that this boyfriend, Ken, happened to like me. This all makes it more challenging to think I could bridge the gap....cross lines...whatever.

So...alright. Elvira moved on. And we swapped calls a time or two. One of those evenings after work I just dropped right in on her. It ended up being great timing and we talked it up poolside for a couple of hours. I ended up bribing Elvira's workmate with takeout dinner if she would quietly let Elvira disappear for the rest of the evening. So...that's what we did.

Okay....so....I didn't know Elvira's age, exactly, but knew that she had just had a birthday. So...she had either just turned 20 or 21. I didn't know for sure and didn't want to ask. I knew that she enjoyed having her drinks and occasionally partied as most youngsters tend to do.

Where did we go? A restaurant with a great bar not too far from the office. We got drinks and continued to talk....and SEX became one of the topics. I gathered the clear impression that Elvira was sending me the green light signal, but again....I wasn't sure how to respond appropriately. After all, I've already known I have to establish a certain comfort level with anyone I have sleep with. All efforts to the contrary have proven to be failures. When the time came to part ways, Elvira had pulled me back up to my car, having driven us in her little red Miata. She said she was tired but that I should stay with her long enough to finish our smokes. I decided I preferred to leave under my own terms and instead took hold of her hand and planted a long kiss on the back of it, bid her goodnight. That might have seemed strange...but her facial expression told me completely otherwise. I could tell she was intrigued.

Over the span of the next so many months I only saw Elvira another time or two and traded a number of phone calls. The hotel decided to lay off all their staff in their gym and pool so she ended up losing her job. So a long time passed before I heard from her again.

In the beginning of September, the first weekend, we had our company picnic. Since I had no intention of bringing my live-in girlfriend, I never told her about it. Nobody from the office (with exception to Linda) has ever met my girlfriend; it has been my logic that people are less apt to tolerate any knowledge of my misbehavior if they knew the other half. Easy resolution there.

Okay...so....I was driving and nearly there when my mobile rang and a female's voice was on the other end. I thought it was Janice, who I had played around with in the prior month or two, and decided I wasn't really interested in seeing much again. It became clear that Janice was more interested in having you treat her to drinks than anything else, though I had spent the night with her at one point and became pretty familiar with her body.

But I was wrong. It was Elvira. And it was also Saturday. I had never received a call from Elvira on a Saturday. She knows I'm involved. How would she make herself comfortable doing that? It didn't matter. Elvira wanted to know what I was doing and I told her that I was going to the company picnic. She asked if I wanted to get together and I told her I'd be happy to, but wanted to make an appearance for a couple hours and would call her back.

Well.....as favorable circumstances would continue to prove themselves present, Elvira didn't live to far from the party venue Perfect.

Okay.....so.....the thing is.....Elvira lives with another girl who just happens to date the younger brother of Ken (Elvira’s boyfriend). So there's obvious room for concern. It's like living among spies. I understood this completely when Elvira guided me to the 7-11 right around the corner from her townhouse. This I appreciated because I have no idea the geography, really, of this area.

Elvira was wearing a black camisole with some pretty well-fitting, hip-hugging denim jeans. And for the first time, I was sporting in her company my age-defying clothing. Yep. My I'm-not-in-my-30s causal attire. No suit. No necktie or sport coat. This, I thought would be further to my benefit, as timing with the picnic provided, being the more casual in appearance and, thereby, in behavior.

She followed me down to the downtown area, each driving in our own car. I took her to this little bar that I often frequent.

So....Elvira and I become real comfortable in our discussions again. I had a couple beers earlier in the afternoon at the picnic so my skids are already greased. Elvira was working on some fruity drink. At some point, I was remarking on how well she had hung onto her tan, since she hadn't been working at the pool for some while. I remarked on what I was still retaining and pulled up my short sleeve to display any possible tan lines (this also shows off the modest tattoo, which further says that I'm a cool and hip guy.....not the business pencil neck I might be often taken for).

Well.....Elvira lowers her camisole to return the tan line sharing when her whole freakin' breast popped out!!! It hadn't been intentional at all and she started blushing, eyes wide. I laughed and consoled her with a kiss, which she leaned forward to meet. At that very moment the tide turned. I was in a public place totally making out with this girl on a late Saturday afternoon. I knew at that moment everything else was going to fall in to place. It was in the cards. Everything up to that point had been a series of perfectly timed events.

So....her phone rings. She said she had to take this call and I knew who it was. She decided to go outside to take the call and I dropped into the bathroom. When I came back she was still outside talking for several minutes and then came back to continue where we'd left off. It was apparent she had gotten knocked of the rails just a bit and so she ordered another drink. Once we got settled in again we determined things were getting too hot for the bar environment and I said "let's get out of here." Elvira asked where I wanted to go and I said I didn't care. We stepped out onto the sidewalk and started walking back toward her car instead of going back to mine or going separately. The sun was just going down and it was twilight.

When we got to her car, parallel parked in front of all the little rowhouses on Jefferson Street, we climb in and I lean in for the real kissing. Something changed in the way of eagerness and we were almost tearing at each other, pulling and squeezing. I ran my hands up the back of her neck and into her hair, holding her head as we kissed so intensely. Elvira pulled back and squeezed herself between the seats into the back seat, started pulling her pants down. We were right the fuck in the goddamn city!!! There were people still coming and going from their homes, etc. The only saving grace amounted to dimming sunlight.

So....Elvira has the hard body of youth....not a goddamn thing to pinch that shouldn't be pinched. Hell.....I go to the gym routinely and can't get quite get that back. And I know it'll never be there again for me.

Anyway....she's freakin' naked and has torn my shirt off of me. I'm damn near tongue bathing this girl in some nearly uncontrolled feverish desire to simply EAT her. I move down below her flat belly and start going to work. And......I have such a hard time not sound like a complete pervert here......but this girl was like a piece of candy. I doubted I would find myself in these circumstances again.

But I didn't think about that part.

Instead, I did my best work on her. I do what any man who really knows would, starting delicately first, tongue in the right place, matching pace and temp with her breathing and moaning rate, etc. Then I used my middle finger, bent it upright just a bit and located the "elusive" G-spot. I knew I was doing it just right even though it was my first time with her. She managed to draw blood off the back of my arms with the grip of her hands, kneading in pleasure, her nails digging into my triceps......it was awesome.

So, there I was...taking my time and really enjoying myself. I wanted to make that girl fucking goddamn crazy and I think I did just that.

Alright....so....through much huffing, groaning and some cussing thrown around in passion, the moment arrived to go the whole way. So.....I told her.....I didn't have any protection. She looked at me aghast, "how can you not have any protection?" I looked at her with a shrug, "I was going to a company PICNIC....I think for those occasions to bring BUSINESS CARDS....who would have thought about proTECtion on their way to a company PICNIC?!"

So.....she pulled her camisole back on and slid back into the drivers seat otherwise naked. I pulled on my T-shirt, ball cap and slid back into my flip-flops, told her I’d go around the corner to the convenience store No problem. Except, when we got there, there was about 50 people in the place, with condoms kept behind the counter and a line of people at the register that went to SPAIN.

I went back out, got in the car and told her it was no good. She told me we'd swing by the grocery store near her house and risk exposure by throwing down back at her townhouse. Off we went.

When we got to the grocery store I went racing through the aisles, blood pumping through my veins and still totally sexed up. But there were no condoms to be found. I went up to the help counter and asked the 18-year-old kid behind the counter, discretely, if they stocked any prophylactics. He looked at me with a squint of confusion, said, "what?" I replied impatiently, "fuckin' rubbers, dude. Fucking rubbers. Where the fuck are the fucking rubbers?"

They didn't stock any.

What was this? The goddamn TWILIGHT ZONE?!! How could all this positive cosmic alignment get me to where I was and I couldn't get the goddamn deal-closing condoms?!!

Elvira was waiting in the car, totally disbelieving. She told me that she was going to take me back to her house and leave me in her room. Ken, the on-again/off-again BF was bitching about leaving some shoes in her car that he wanted. So...Elvira said she would take the shoes back to him, pick up condoms elsewhere and return to me in her room in 15 minutes....flat.

Okay....no problem. I decided to curl up in her bed and sleep down the beers I had consumed in the afternoon and get comfortable waiting for her to return. I fell completely asleep. I was wakened at the sound of the front door opening down below....and her voice wasn't the only one that I heard. FUCK! She had brought Ken back with her for some reason, probably couldn't get away from him.

Her bedroom was dark, but I made out the silhouette that came up the stairs and quietly closed her bedroom door. She was hiding me. Great. Well...now what was I going to do? I didn't know. I didn't want to have this run-in with Ken, but if it came down to it, I wasn't going to get caught off guard in the girl's bed. So...I slid out, crept stealthily in the dark toward the door, a narrow spear of light coming in from the hallway. I stood just inside the door, ready for anything. I wasn't going to be surprised.

Now.....for some strange reason, she was coming back upstairs. Why? Maybe she wanted to make sure I was willing to hide or be quiet or something until he left. I didn't know. But I held my spot inside the doorway in the dark....waiting. She came to the door and it opened slowly. And I was face-to-face with her. Maybe 6 inches from nose to nose.

It wasn't her. It wasn't Elvira. It was some blond chick I scared the fuck out of, who started screaming hysterically, "who the fuck are you?!!! What the fuck are you doing in my house?!!"

Her boyfriend (Ken’s brother, you recall) came up the stairs in a hurry. He was carrying something to hit me with if he needed to. She was still screaming and ordered him to call the police. I told them both to calm down, that I was a friend of Elvira's. That wasn't an acceptable answer, however, with all the energy flying around and so, I backed down the stairs toward the front door, continuing to tell them that I was a friend of hers and that they needed to calm down. The blond screamed at me to call Elvira on my mobile, if we were friends, and get her on the fucking phone.

The phone went unanswered. It went straight to her voicemail. She must still be with Ken.

What time was it? How long had I been asleep? It was much more than 15 minutes.

The blonde's boyfriend called Ken from his phone and asked if Elvira was there. This certainly created some concern, I'm sure, and the blond took the phone from her boyfriend and told Elvira that she needed to get home NOW. They were quietly understanding, I imagine, about Ken’s jealous tendencies and didn't want to arouse greater drama than was necessary. I was just amazed that there was even this much rational thought with so much excitement going on.

Anyway.....so....things get calmed down but I am still standing by the door. Elvira had hung up with the blond and that was all that had been communicated. Nothing more. There must be some duress, here. So there I stand, uncertain of where my shoes are, barefoot, ballcap missing. Several minutes pass and they invite me to sit, relax, and the blond starts to laugh. She's apologetic for freaking out but quite glad that I wasn't some freak stalker or burglar in her house. The boyfriend offers me a beer. Things eventually get so calm with the sufficient passing of time that they actually invite me to go to the movies with them.

Where the fuck is Elvira?!! I wonder.

After I decline the movie invitation I am invited to continue to wait and make myself comfortable. But I can't. So....the blond and her boyfriend leave for the movies. Elvira's phone continues to ring to voicemail. I don't know where I am. My car is about 15 miles from there and I don't even have fucking shoes on my feet.

I call my buddy Dan to see if he's willing to come and get me....even though I can't tell him where I am. He's out with friends, though, and can't help me. I relay my story to him. He laughs his ass off. "How can you not know where your fucking SHOES are, buddy?"

So....it's drizzling outside and I've been outside because I am SO antsy. Anyway....two more hours pass before she finally shows up. I had been sitting on the couch, waiting. Ken is with her. I don't know at that point what story she told him, but he knows I'm there and that Elvira and I had crossed paths downtown. I later learned that there was apparently a friend of hers with us and that the three of us were supposed to get loaded at Elvira's place. She went out to get with Ken about his goddamn shoes and this non-existent 3rd party decided to leave. That was the fabrication, anyway.

So, Ken and Elvira drove me back to my car downtown with me in the meanwhile making nice conversation with him in the car.....which is where my shoes were....hat not found.

It's after midnight at this point.

We go back to the car and I get this idea in my mind. "Want to get a drink, guys?" I ask them. "Yeah, sure," they say and we go right back to the same downtown neighborhood bar. Same bartenders....I imagine they may have thought it strange that I should show up with the same girl and another guy at this point.

Anyway....we shut the place down and all end up going our separate ways. As we walked down the sidewalk there had been some sort of discussion Ken wanted to make, apparently, about the challenges he knows he and Elvira have gone through lately. I suppose this might have been some territorial act on his part, but I didn't bite on it. I instead gave him a piece of advise about managing his relationship effectively. For some reason this kid seems to respect me as his elder somehow and he seems to take the advise like most people would from those they respect.

It was weird.

So....I went a few weeks without speaking to Elvira again. We eventually spoke when I told her I really wanted her to rummage around in her car and find that Cubs hat of mine. She swung by the office. With my hat returned she told me she was going to give Ken yet another shot and probably wouldn't be seeing me for a while.

Oh well. That's fine. There wasn't going to be a relationship there, anyway, but I sure wouldn't have minded the crazy sex I would have had with her for a while. What a mess things became all for one reason. One reason. All things fate provided went to shit for one fucking reason that night. And the lesson? What was the lesson to be learned?

I have condoms even in my briefcase at this point.

 

[FastFastr]

Gotta love a hot Cougar!

There’s a lot of hot posts in here. While mine isn’t as exciting as quite a few of the others, I’ll at least contribute what I can.

I was sitting at the bar where the Pistons play two years ago during playoffs and a woman in her late 40s, early 50s, sits down next to me (I’m in my late twenties). She and I start chatting and continue putting the drinks down, and next thing I know she’s rubbing my leg. The conversation starts to turn towards sex and she asks me if I mind. Of course I don’t mind. Next thing I know she’s rubbing my cock underneath the bar. Keep in mind with this being playoffs, everyone is packed in so tight in the bar and the drinks are going down at such a rapid pace, that nobody is paying enough attention to the two of us to notice what is going on. After a couple minutes she gets me off and I need to get up to use the bathroom to do some cleanup. When I come back, she is gone. Haven’t seen her there since then.

Go Pistons!

 

[mernie99]

Bump

I'm not sure I like this thread moved to the Playground, where it might get misplaced or something. More stories, anyone?

 

[Ike_The_Spike]

Time for another slutty moment....

This one involves a different girlfriend and the same friend (Joe)...

This girlfriend knew that I had played with this guy before, and wasn't bothered by it at all. We were all enjoying a movie, and some really good weed. Before you know it, we're talking about sex, and bringing out the 'Rush.' We each had a couple of sniffs and that was all it took.

We were upstairs in the bedroom before you could say 'blow me.' I was in heaven because all attention was on me. She didn't want to mess with a different guy, and he was realizing that he wasn't into girls that much. So I was the focus of 4 hands and 2 mouths. I lost track of what was going on for a bit and just enjoyed the total hedonism of the night.

After things had calmed down a bit, my g/f sat at the head of the bed and just watched us. Joe gave me an incredible blow job, I mean the kind where you think your balls are going to come out of your cock. I looked at the g/f and she was playing with herself pretty well at this point, so I got to enjoy the show and the blow.

After I finally came, I started sucking Joe's cock for all I was worth. I don't know if I got anywhere near the quality he did, but I was going to do the best that I could. I could see my g/f still playing with herself while I sucked Joe's cock. She was really getting into it. It wasn't long before Joe tried to warn me that he was going to cum. I looked up at him, and just sucked harder. Before long his cum was shooting down the back of my throat.

We were all pretty well spent after that (she came when she saw me swallow his cum). We just curled up in bed, her in front of me, and him behind me. At the time I wasn't entirely comfortable with that and didn't sleep well. It's a shame, because I could have really enjoyed that.

About 4 days later my g/f and I broke up. I found out later that a friend that I had really trusted (not Joe) had worked hard to break us up so he could be with her. He ended up marrying her and we (she and I, I hated his guts) remained friends for a long time (after things settled down a bit). That leads into another slutty moment that I'll tell you all about later.

 

[pumpkin42]

i was about 15 years old taking a late night greyhound to visit a relative in the south....i had and still have a secret fetish for white, obese, older men and there was one in the seat closest to the bus driver....well i couldn't find a seat anywhere near him so i finally located a seat towards the back of the bus...it was about 11pm and dark, so dark on the bus that i decided to finger fuck myself and daydream about the fat white guy forcing his hot red dick into my pussy... i was sitting by myself and there wasn't anyone sitting in the seats across from me....so i unzip my pants and start rubbing and fingering my pussy...i'm at it for like five minutes when i decided to pull my pants partially down and shove four of my fingers into my cunt...my fingers are like sticking together but getting the job down...i'm slouched down in the chair with my fingers going faster and faster into my cunt when i hear this voice from behind asking me what was i doing...i don't even stop, i was young and self absorbed and selfish...so i'm bucking away at my fingers, squirming, trying to find that orgasm angle...well the guy behind me stands up and look over the seat and sees what i'm up too...he gets up from the seat behind me and comes around and sit right next to me watching me sweat and buck into my hand...so he's like swearing but staring at me like he wants some bad...the next thing i know both of our fingers are working away at my pussy...his fingers were so fat and my jeans are down to my knees by now...and we're like breathing into each others faces not even acknowledging that we're finger fucking my pussy...just staring at each other and sweating there in the back of the greyhound with our fingers sticking together inside of my pussy...he was the nicest guy i've ever meet on the greyhound...i wouldn't give him a blow job or let him put is penis inside of me...he was very understanding but i did let him bite my nipples and put his fingers inside my mouth and we ended up dry humping until we reached his terminal stop

 

[Crea(m)]

this is an amazing thread

 

[herardo]

I was always very attracted to my brother's wife. My brother is 11 years older, and she's been around since I was 14. She's very sexy, and I have thought about her many times since I was a teenager. She and I always got along too, which is funny, because I don't get along with my brother.

My brother's girlfriend I will call her S for Sexy. He was stationed overseas, and she was nervous in the house by herself. He called my mom and asked if she could stay with us, and she didn't want to. So she asked if I could stay with her until he came back. I was 19 at that time. I think she was 27. I had been jerking off thinking about her for 5 years.

I was nervous about staying with her, because she already caught me getting a look at her tits so many times when I was younger, which I felt kind of bad about. I find it really hard not to look at her tits.

So I had been staying with her about a week, and getting along fine. I'm watching tv and she's watching, and she comes and cuddles up to me, asks me if that is ok. She misses sitting there like that with him. she seems normal about it, so I try to act normal. I can smell her hair, and my cock gets hard right away. I had a pillow sort of over it, so that was ok. We just sat together, and she went to bed. I went to bed and jerked off, but then we did that the next few nights, and I would put my arm around her, and I was geting used to it.

She fell asleep on me one night, and she was really asleep, so I touched her tits. Then the next night, I did it again, and she wasn't really asleep, but she didn't do anything. So every night, she would lie there, and I would play with her tits, and we would watch tv, and never say anything. Then I would go jerk off. Hard to explain how it happened like that, but that was how it was.

The last week before he came back, she started rubbing my cock through my pants, and then I couldn't pretend anything. I ate her pussy and she sucked my cock about 10 times in the next two days. It was awesome. I love her pussy too, and I don't always like to do that with girls. I miss eating her pussy. Then we stopped. We never talked about it. I don't really feel bad, but I think she does.

I posted this last time. You missed it. What do you think?

 

[Kyagh]

this is byfar...my favourite thread.....
you guys are simply amazing

 

[Just_Dave]

OK, I'll throw in...

About 10 years ago I was in Dallas for a convention w/ a group of my colleagues. I was the oldest of the bunch ('bout 36 at the time) as they were in their 20's. We decided we wanted to go to a nightclub. Well, we ended up at this one club that played some great rock n' roll, was packed, and had a stage and dance floor. We proceeded to get ourselves pretty toasted.

The mix of good music and alcohol got me going to the point where I ended up on the stage giving a strip show...And nobody stopped me either! I was so into the mood that I really didn't even know if anybody was watching as I had my eyes closed just moving to the music. Afterwards my colleagues couldn't believe what I had done. As we were discussing my little escapade with my friends i was tapped on the shoulder. I turned around to see a gorgeous "20 something" sweet thang who asked me "Are you here alone?" I replied I was here w/ my friends whom I pointed to. She asked "No...I mean do you have a girlfriend". I said I didn't whereas she then responded "Good, because I've got a bet going w/ my girlfriends over there (pointing to a table across the floor w/ about 5 girls) that I could get you out on the floor for a kiss!"

I was incredulous as were my friends. I've never had this happen to me before! I looked at her and said..."OK! Let's go!" We then proceeded out to the floor where I grabbed hold of her, she grabbed hold of me, and we proceeded to do our level best to seek out each others throats w/ our tongues for minutes on end. The music was playing, we started grinding ourselves into each other and caressing each other.

After about what seemed like 20 minutes or so we came up for air...Whoa! We grinned at each other and went back to our respective groups. My cohorts were still incredulous at what they just witnessed (I have to admit so was I). It wasn't bit 10 minutes when she came back and asked to dance. I agreed. At one point she was grinding her ass into my cock while I was returning her thrusts as well. My hands were roaming her backside and I slipped my hand under her dress and realized she had no underwear on and was soaking wet. I stopped for a moment to slip my fingers into my mouth for a taste. This was beginning to get good!

At this point she, as discreetly as she could, unzipped my fly, wrangled my erection out and under her skirt allowing me to enter her. We then proceeded to fuck each other there on the floor with everyone else around us! We soon took ourselves to a more secluded spot in the bar where she then sat on my lap and we slowly, sensously fucked ourselves to orgasm.

What a wonderful, sexy, nasty evening that was...I never got her name either.

 

[rob35can]

OK, I'll throw in...

About 10 years ago I was in Dallas for a convention w/ a group of my colleagues. I was the oldest of the bunch ('bout 36 at the time) as they were in their 20's. We decided we wanted to go to a nightclub. Well, we ended up at this one club that played some great rock n' roll, was packed, and had a stage and dance floor. We proceeded to get ourselves pretty toasted.

The mix of good music and alcohol got me going to the point where I ended up on the stage giving a strip show...And nobody stopped me either! I was so into the mood that I really didn't even know if anybody was watching as I had my eyes closed just moving to the music. Afterwards my colleagues couldn't believe what I had done. As we were discussing my little escapade with my friends i was tapped on the shoulder. I turned around to see a gorgeous "20 something" sweet thang who asked me "Are you here alone?" I replied I was here w/ my friends whom I pointed to. She asked "No...I mean do you have a girlfriend". I said I didn't whereas she then responded "Good, because I've got a bet going w/ my girlfriends over there (pointing to a table across the floor w/ about 5 girls) that I could get you out on the floor for a kiss!"

I was incredulous as were my friends. I've never had this happen to me before! I looked at her and said..."OK! Let's go!" We then proceeded out to the floor where I grabbed hold of her, she grabbed hold of me, and we proceeded to do our level best to seek out each others throats w/ our tongues for minutes on end. The music was playing, we started grinding ourselves into each other and caressing each other.

After about what seemed like 20 minutes or so we came up for air...Whoa! We grinned at each other and went back to our respective groups. My cohorts were still incredulous at what they just witnessed (I have to admit so was I). It wasn't bit 10 minutes when she came back and asked to dance. I agreed. At one point she was grinding her ass into my cock while I was returning her thrusts as well. My hands were roaming her backside and I slipped my hand under her dress and realized she had no underwear on and was soaking wet. I stopped for a moment to slip my fingers into my mouth for a taste. This was beginning to get good!

At this point she, as discreetly as she could, unzipped my fly, wrangled my erection out and under her skirt allowing me to enter her. We then proceeded to fuck each other there on the floor with everyone else around us! We soon took ourselves to a more secluded spot in the bar where she then sat on my lap and we slowly, sensously fucked ourselves to orgasm.

What a wonderful, sexy, nasty evening that was...I never got her name either.

That doesn't everyday...almost a dear Penthouse kinda thing.

 

[wanttowatch73]

I dunno if this is MY sluttiest moment....but I fucked a virgin gf in the ass while we were on a hike in a forest preserve a few years back....it was at her request too. She said she had to pee and to turn away and watch for other hikers...and after a minute or so she said to turn around. She was bent over, naked from the waist down, and wiggling her ass at me. Told me to fucker her ass....so I did. No lube, just wet my cock with some saliva, and slowly pushed it in. Once I was in I started pumping her pretty steady and hard and soon she was grunting and bucking and making noises that sent me over... After I came, she totally shocked me by quickly squatting and forcing my cum out of her ass into the dirt, all while sucking me clean. Only virgin I ever knew that did ass to mouth. Made me wonder...and then about a week later we got a room...and it turned out she hadn't been lying about being a virgin.

I asked her later on what had possesed her to do that....anal in a park, and then ass to mouth....she said the anal was something she had thought about since she had had her first boyfriend, but had just never done it. So she said she used her fingers on her ass in the shower, and liked how it felt....so she thought a real cock would feel that much better....and the ass to mouth she said was just her getting caught in the moment and wanting to suck me after I came.

Oh yeah....and about a year later I married this woman... Best thing I ever did...

 

[Just_Dave]

Wow some of these stories are hot! Whoa! If I may indulge once more, this is one adventure where I was INTENTIONALLY SLUTTY for the purpose of bedding a woman at work.

The year was 1994. I was recently divorced and working as a Systems Engineer for Wells Fargo Bank in San Francisco. I was 34 at the time and i began working on a project that introduced me to Karen, the VP of Customer Service. Good God she was gorgeous! She was a very fit and sexy 47 years of age and looked as if she could've been Susan Blakely's twin sister. What a knockout...I was smitten yet I never let on to my desires...

...Until one day it happened. I was in her office giving her a "rundown" of the project and she was staring at me w/ a stupid grin on her face. I paused and asked if if she was OK. "Oh yeah" she replied. I asked her what was going on and she then said "You just look so yummy!" I was stunned. I turned red, stammered a "Thank you" and made my best effort to leave as soon as possible.

You see, I had the hots for this woman but I didn't know it was reciprocated and when it was realized...LOL! I didn't know what to do!

I know she was good friends w/ a mutual co-worker Robin, so I eventually got around to asking Robin what was up. "Oh yeah! She totally has the hots for you! You should go for it!"...Wow...Here I was recently divorced, hadn't been laid in months and I find out that the woman I desire feels the same. So what did I do? I asked her out on a date...AND SHE FUCKING TURNED ME DOWN!!! WTF!? Now what? She said she was a VP for the bank and she shouldn't yet ever time we were alone at work she still told me I was "yummy"! DAMMIT!

OK, this went on for weeks and Robin insisted that I continue to pursue her so I did. Finally I asked her one last time. "Karen, this is the last time I'm going to ask you, may I take you out on a date? I won't ever ask it again if you say no." Later that day she came over to my cubicle and agreed...SCHWING!!!! So I made my plans...

Robin helped me. We went to an apparel store in SF and I purchased the nastiest, sluttiest chainmail/leather thong and chainmail vest. I was going to put on the sluttiest strip tease ever (yes...I like to strip for women). I burned a CD with one of the nastiest/suggestive songs that I could think of, Bon Jovi's "Lay Your Hands On Me" and purchased 2 handerchiefs to blindfold her and bind her hands.

Karen had no idea what was in store, but I was intent on RAWKING HER WORLD!

It was dinner on Fisherman's Wharf and then off to Laserium in Golden Gate Park. So far so good (other than the fact that I was having trouble behaving like a gentleman with a constant erection in my trousers!). We drove to her place and I finally embraced her and she responded likewise...I asked to come in as I had one last thing I'd like to do for her and she agreed. I grabbed a chair from the kitchen, placed it smack dab in the center of the living room, told her to sit down and not move. I then raced out to the car, grabbed the bag of goodies, and came back in where I proceeded to blindfold and bind her hands. Surprisingly, she agreed w/ a big grin on her face. I quickly changed into my thong and vest and began playing the song.

The song has a long "leadup" so it allowed me to dance around her and rub my body (primarily my crotch and ass) against her. Once the song really got going I removed her blindfold for her to now see me in my outfit. You should've seen the astonished look in her eyes. I gave that woman everything I had! I was shaking it just inches from her face, smacking my ass and moving it, thrusting, grinding...The whole works. Toward the end of the song I removed the bindings and her hands went straight for my thong where she proceeded to unbuckle me, remove it, and devour me with her mouth.

Success! We spent the rest of the evening fucking ourselves silly in pretty much every room of the house until the wee hours of the morning. She was everything I dreamed she be. I fell in love with that woman...<sigh>

 

[hdlynnette]

Wow some of these stories are hot! Whoa! If I may indulge once more, this is one adventure where I was INTENTIONALLY SLUTTY for the purpose of bedding a woman at work.

The year was 1994. I was recently divorced and working as a Systems Engineer for Wells Fargo Bank in San Francisco. I was 34 at the time and i began working on a project that introduced me to Karen, the VP of Customer Service. Good God she was gorgeous! She was a very fit and sexy 47 years of age and looked as if she could've been Susan Blakely's twin sister. What a knockout...I was smitten yet I never let on to my desires...

...Until one day it happened. I was in her office giving her a "rundown" of the project and she was staring at me w/ a stupid grin on her face. I paused and asked if if she was OK. "Oh yeah" she replied. I asked her what was going on and she then said "You just look so yummy!" I was stunned. I turned red, stammered a "Thank you" and made my best effort to leave as soon as possible.

You see, I had the hots for this woman but I didn't know it was reciprocated and when it was realized...LOL! I didn't know what to do!

I know she was good friends w/ a mutual co-worker Robin, so I eventually got around to asking Robin what was up. "Oh yeah! She totally has the hots for you! You should go for it!"...Wow...Here I was recently divorced, hadn't been laid in months and I find out that the woman I desire feels the same. So what did I do? I asked her out on a date...AND SHE FUCKING TURNED ME DOWN!!! WTF!? Now what? She said she was a VP for the bank and she shouldn't yet ever time we were alone at work she still told me I was "yummy"! DAMMIT!

OK, this went on for weeks and Robin insisted that I continue to pursue her so I did. Finally I asked her one last time. "Karen, this is the last time I'm going to ask you, may I take you out on a date? I won't ever ask it again if you say no." Later that day she came over to my cubicle and agreed...SCHWING!!!! So I made my plans...

Robin helped me. We went to an apparel store in SF and I purchased the nastiest, sluttiest chainmail/leather thong and chainmail vest. I was going to put on the sluttiest strip tease ever (yes...I like to strip for women). I burned a CD with one of the nastiest/suggestive songs that I could think of, Bon Jovi's "Lay Your Hands On Me" and purchased 2 handerchiefs to blindfold her and bind her hands.

Karen had no idea what was in store, but I was intent on RAWKING HER WORLD!

It was dinner on Fisherman's Wharf and then off to Laserium in Golden Gate Park. So far so good (other than the fact that I was having trouble behaving like a gentleman with a constant erection in my trousers!). We drove to her place and I finally embraced her and she responded likewise...I asked to come in as I had one last thing I'd like to do for her and she agreed. I grabbed a chair from the kitchen, placed it smack dab in the center of the living room, told her to sit down and not move. I then raced out to the car, grabbed the bag of goodies, and came back in where I proceeded to blindfold and bind her hands. Surprisingly, she agreed w/ a big grin on her face. I quickly changed into my thong and vest and began playing the song.

The song has a long "leadup" so it allowed me to dance around her and rub my body (primarily my crotch and ass) against her. Once the song really got going I removed her blindfold for her to now see me in my outfit. You should've seen the astonished look in her eyes. I gave that woman everything I had! I was shaking it just inches from her face, smacking my ass and moving it, thrusting, grinding...The whole works. Toward the end of the song I removed the bindings and her hands went straight for my thong where she proceeded to unbuckle me, remove it, and devour me with her mouth.

Success! We spent the rest of the evening fucking ourselves silly in pretty much every room of the house until the wee hours of the morning. She was everything I dreamed she be. I fell in love with that woman...<sigh>

I agree with rob35can...you need to submit your stuff to Penthouse!

 

[Just_Dave]

I agree with rob35can...you need to submit your stuff to Penthouse!

Sorry 'bout that. Just thought'd I'd join in.

 

[hotncmom]

Different perspective. That ass of mine u like is 45 years old and doesn't look at sex the same as many woman. I'm more like a man - sex is for pleasure and is not a measure of "love". Doesn't prove i love someone or not. Many women have that mind set (and i'm alright with that), but my hubby and i demonstrate our love for each other in a hundred other more meaningful way. Fucking and sucking are for fun and release.

Here HERE
That's why we love this thread so!

 

[hotncmom]

This one time, at band camp...heh, not really.

QUOTE]
I did get finger fucked on the bus coming home from State Competition!
Didn't everyone?

 

[hotncmom]

The following story is not mine, but rather is an email from of a very close (male) friend, who was 31 years old when this happened. Warning: It’s quite long (and that after all my edits.) My friend granted his permission to use it, but have changed names and eliminated geographical references, per his request. It might not have the ending you expected, but I found it a very interesting read, with so many twists and turns (and humor!) that you’d think has to be fiction.

The point of this thread is YOUR sluttiest moment, babe.

 

[mernie99]

The point of this thread is YOUR sluttiest moment, babe.

Oh, I already posted that, hon.

 

[MaxLongfella]

Sorry 'bout that. Just thought'd I'd join in.

Im pretty sure it was a complement on the story

 

[Just_Dave]

Im pretty sure it was a complement on the story

OOPS! Boy do I feel stupid! LOL! Seeing how I've not read Pentouse in almost 30 years (yes...seriously) I wasn't too sure if it was! And considering I'm not a writer I wasn't sure about my literary style...heh. Needless to say those two stories come a very "seamy and tawdry" period of my life after my divorce when I went a bit "overboard" indulging myself with the opposite sex. I'm glad there are those who enjoyed it. I've never posted those two events on a forum ever. I've got a few more "slutty moments", those not as steamy as those, that I've experienced if anyone would like to hear. LOL!

 

[Blue_shoes1980]

Oh, god!

My sluttiest moment would have to have been one day early this year, while my husband was out of town. I had been having an 'affair' with my father-in-law while my husband was gone, and the day he was to get back I was feeling guilty, but more neglected and horny. I went to a quiet bar, not knowing quite why, because I don't even drink. Maybe that's a good thing, because eventually I ended up 'getting it on' with the bartender and two other men! It wasn't the smartest thing I ever did, but it was wild!
It also reinforced my father-in-law's opinion that I was a slut. I haven't done anything like that since, but I have to admit that I still crave the wildness of that moment. *embarrassed smile*

 

[A-Heart-On]

Thanks for sharing Dave

I enjoyed your story very much and anxiously await more. There is just something about real stories.

I know what you mean after a breakup-- after one longterm girlfriend I went a little nuts, but I now fondly remember some of those times as well.

 

[boese_ami]

Slut!!

My sluttiest moment would have to have been one day early this year, while my husband was out of town. I had been having an 'affair' with my father-in-law while my husband was gone, and the day he was to get back I was feeling guilty, but more neglected and horny. I went to a quiet bar, not knowing quite why, because I don't even drink. Maybe that's a good thing, because eventually I ended up 'getting it on' with the bartender and two other men! It wasn't the smartest thing I ever did, but it was wild!
It also reinforced my father-in-law's opinion that I was a slut. I haven't done anything like that since, but I have to admit that I still crave the wildness of that moment. *embarrassed smile*

how deeelicious!