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I Had Sex With A Stripper And No One Believes Me

It must be my quiet demeanor or the fact I’ve never been to a strip cub. But no one believes I had sex with a stripper before . I’m not the most handsome guy. I don’t consider myself ugly. Mainly I lack confidence. I could never see myself approaching a woman as attractive as she was. Because I’m a homebody who would rather stay at home smoke some weed, drink and game. I didn’t seek out pussy. Pretty much my whole sex life pussy has come to me.

In my mid twenties I moved in with my brother and his wife. His wife had a friend and they babysat her daughter while she went to work. When she would get off she would come by and pick her up. If she was drinking she would stay the night. We eventually became friendly. We would smoke before she went to work or when she came to pick her up. That’s the only time I ever saw her. I could never compare to the men she attracted. But those few moments with her were amazing. Her body was amazing. Every time she was around she was in little clothes. I dreamt of seeing her naked.

One weekend my brother and his wife went on a mini vacation. I was home alone. I stocked up on vodka and weed Friday. Gamed, smoked and got drunk that night. Saturday night comes and I’ve been drinking and smoking for hours. It’s 2am, I’m laying on the couch watching TV and someone knocks on the door. I look through the peephole and see it’s the stripper. She knocks again and I answer. I let her in and tell her everyone is gone and I’m home by myself. I thought she was looking for my brother’s wife or she forgot her daughter was at home. She says she knows but she’s too drunk to drive home. She wants to stay the night. You know damn well I said yes.

We sit on the couch together. We chit chat. I tell her she can sleep in my brother’s room. But she wants to smoke before she lays down. I roll one. We smoke. I have a drink. She wants one too, so we match shots. At no point did I think sex was an option. I was happy to just be hanging out with a sexy woman like her. Compared to her the women I did have sex with were girls. She sat on the couch in her little booty shorts and tiny shirt. I could see her little black panties. From her nipples looking hard I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. I was trying hard to not get caught looking.

After some drinks the conversation turned to sex. I learned the things she liked to do, the things she wouldn’t do and the things she would try to do. I learned she was only 13 when she lost her virginity to an older boy. I know she loves sucking dick and getting fucked from behind. My mind start thinking sex was possible when she wanted to continue the conversation in the room. Even more so when she took her shorts off and laid down in her panties. I sat on the other side of the bed and the conversation continued. I told her I’ve never even been to a strip club before. Never had a lap dance. It was mind boggling to her that I never experienced it. It must’ve been the alcohol because she offered to give me one. Of course I said yes. She plays some music and begins to dance and strip for me. I’m hard as fuck when she grinds on me naked. I’m holding her waist, then rubbing her legs. She grabs my hands then put them on her huge tits. Only seconds later I cum in my underwear. I fall asleep satisfied.

I wake up to her hand in my underwear. I feel her pulling them down. Then her grabbing my dick. Stroking it and whispering in my ear to fuck her. She pulls me on top of her, grabs my dick and puts it inside her. I fuck her hard and fast. Holding her arms down above her head with her legs wrapped around me. I fuck her as hard as I can until she moans aloud and squeezes me extremely tight. I fuck her slow until I cum in her pussy. We were both done for the night.

The next morning to my surprise she was still into me. Woke me up with a blow job then we cuddled, kissed and had more sex. She eventually had to go home. Afterwards we messed around some. It was hard being alone again. Ultimately she married some guy. I’m married too now. She was probably the hottest woman I’ve ever been with and no one believes me.

Didn't See This One Coming

I have dated this girl for about 6 months. We are white and I quickly found out that she dislikes black people. Actually a better way to put is she HATES black people. This came to a head when at company event last week when she was openly rude and hostile toward a black co worker of mine. On the was home I confronted her and demanded she tell me why she acts like this. Well I asked for it and I got it.

I was immediately shocked when she told me she dated a black guy during her senior year of high school. Apparently one night after a football game she, her boyfriend and his cousin were partying. The 2 boys talked her into going topless in the hottub. A little touching underwater (plus the alcohol) led to her giving both of them blowjobs right there in the hottub. She was OK with it and still in the ballgame. Since things had went that far all 3 of them ended up in the bedroom. The boys talked her into getting a little kinkier and she let them tie her face down to the bed spread eagle. Again she was still in the ballgame as both black boys began taking turns fucking her.

Here is where the ballgame got rained on. The doorbell rang. Her boyfriend hopped off the bed and answered the door. 3 more of his buddies arrived. At that point the ballgame was prime time. One very hot white 18 yr old girl, tied down on e bed, taking black cock that very second! 4 pinch hitters waiting for their turn at bat. Rain or not play was going to continue.

And that how she described it. Protest or not she remained tied to the bed for 3 full hours. The boys took turns fucking her as long as their cocks could get hard. She used several choice curse words when she said the boys also took care of that pesky anal virginity thing she had up until that time. The boys didn't care how messy or nasty things got, they just kept shoving cock in her holes. It was so nasty they would not let her up to pee. She pissed right there in the bed and the boys just shoved a towel under her and kept fucking.

Needless to say she broke up with the guy and vowed never to let a black guy touch her again.

New Cheater

I have a great husband and two kids. I do not know why I cheated. I wasn’t drunk and I love my husband but it happened anyways. I was not very experienced when I met my husband having only had one partner prior so perhaps that has something to do with it. While away on a business trip I met Maurice. A very handsome and charming 54 years old black man. We were having so much fun talking after the meeting that when he suggested going to his room I agreed without hesitation. When we got to his room he poured a glass of wine for us and before we were half way through that glass we were making our line teenagers. I know I should have stopped him when he started to remove my clothes but I admit I was enjoying the experience. Before I knew it, we were naked on his bed and he was inside of me. It was amazing! I orgasmed several times before he told me he was ready to cum. I did not want him to stop so I told him to cum inside me which he did. Afterwards, we laid there and I began to feel guilty but this was short lived as he started to rub my pussy then went down on me even after he came inside of me. He licked me to another orgasm. I was recovering when I felt his hard on start to enter me. I had never had sex twice in one night and was amazed that he could do it again. After our second round of sex we talked about me cheating. I rationalized that if no one found out no one would be hurt so I agreed to spend the night. I even called my husband while laying naked in bed with Maurice. We chatted as if nothing was amiss all the while I was playing with Maurice’s semi hard cock. After saying I love you, I hung up and started sucking Maurice back to life. I spent the next two nights in his bed having amazing sex. On the third night we were in his bed with me on my hands and knees and him deep inside me from behind. I was loving the sensation and really liked watching in the mirror. Over the past few days we had talked about my lack of sexual experience and fantasies. He asked if I ever wanted more then one man at a time and I jokingly said that if they were as amazing as him then I would be crazy to say no. Well, he didn’t think it was a joke. As I was watching him go in and out of me in the mirror his door opened. I was shocked when a tall black man about my age walked in. I tried to cover myself but Maurice held my hips with his cock deep inside me and said just go with it baby. It’s your last night here and nobody will ever know. I didn’t say a word but stopped struggling as I watched this stranger get undressed. I am almost ashamed to admit that when he presented his cock to me I did not hesitate to take him in my mouth. Thus began a night beyond all sexual expectations because not only did Maurice invite Jordan to join us, he invited two more of his colleagues who showed up a little later. I spent my last night in Las Vegas having amazing sex with four different black men. I went home the next day exhausted but so very satisfied. I will admit that it is taking some time to adjust to my husbands sexual skills but I do love him so very much. I really do not regret my indiscretions in Vegas as no one got hurt and I had an amazing time.

Cheated On My Husband With Coworker For Multiple Years

I have been with my husband since we were 18 years old, and we have been married since we were 23. We've known each other since we were 12. We had a great marriage at first, and we do again, though we wouldn't if he knew the story I'm about to tell. We have one child that we had the first year we started dating, so he is now in college. Nowadays, we are both marathon runners, and we enjoy this hobby together, running together daily. We also share a large friend group, some of whom know about this story.

After we got married, we tried having more kids, but I miscarried four times in our first three years of marriage. This sent me into a deep depression. At the time, I worked in the emergency medicine field, and had a male partner at work that I confided in about my issues. I made the mistake of also telling him that my husband and I grieve very differently, and that our relationship was very strained because of that. We were growing more distant by the day. My partner, who was also married with kids and was about 10 years older, then began emotionally manipulating me to resent my husband for not being the emotional rock I needed while depressed. He made himself available to me at all times of day, and made the excuse to his wife that we were only talking about work. I told my work partner that I needed to get away for a long weekend and just relax, away from work and family life. He told me that if I wanted company, so I didn't feel alone on this trip, that he would gladly accompany me, as a concerned friend. I regrettably agreed. We spent four nights in a lakeside condo, on Lake Superior. I booked a room with 2 beds, thinking we were actually going as friends.

On night one of the trip, we walked to a few nearby bars and got a little more drunk than I anticipated. When we got back to the rental, I began crying hysterically about my losses. My work partner held me and talked to me while I cried for hours. After I calmed down, I said we should have one last glass of wine and then I would be going to bed. We drank that glass of wine, then brushed our teeth and put our pajamas on. We walked to our beds, which were side-by-side, and hugged before we were going to lay down. He hugged me a little firmer and lower than he ever had before. This surprise, along with the alcohol, made me feel lustful. I looked into his eyes and began kissing him. Before I could even think about anything, we were out of our pajamas and on my bed. I began by going down on him, which was something I hadn't done for my husband in probably two years at that point. Eventually, we ended up having sex, finishing in the prone position, which is my favorite. He apparently assumed I was on the pill and came inside me. I couldn't believe what I had done when it was all over. I couldn't sleep the rest of the night, due to an incredible sense of guilt.

The next morning, we went to the store and I bought Plan B. The next two nights went by, as if the sex never even happened. We didn't talk about it at all. I checked in with my husband each day and made up stories about what I was doing up there. The final night, my work partner told me he couldn't stop thinking about how much the first night was amazing, and how he cared so deeply for me. Me, being an emotional wreck, fell for his lies, and we made love two times that night. Those times, he at least pulled out.

For the next few months, we carried on, as if nothing had happened, and I tried to forget about it. I got back on the pill, because I never wanted to get pregnant again. A few months later, I would get my tubes tied, for that same reason.

My husband and I continued to struggle throughout this period, and I continued to share this information with my work partner. After a big fight with my husband, right before work, I made my next big mistake. When work was slow that night, I told my partner that I needed him, like I did on our trip. We wound up having sex three times that night, while on the clock. This began a long stretch of infidelity.

For the next two years straight, I had sex with my work partner 5-10 times per week, depending on how much we could during our work day and afterwards. Nearly all of our coworkers eventually found out about this. I had him over at our house many times when my husband was away. I almost got caught about a year into the affair because I forgot to change the sheets after having sex with my partner on my bed, leaving large stains. My husband questioned me about it, and I told him it was from me masturbating.

The affair came to an end after about two years, as my partner's wife suspected him, setup cameras in their house, and saw us having sex multiple times while he was supposed to be watching his daughter. Soon after, I quit my job, changed career fields, and my partner got divorced. For about the next year, we would periodically meet and have sex. I haven't seen him for 8 years, and my husband is still unaware. I feel a constant sense of guilt.

Next To My Friend's Dad...

This was a few years ago. I was spending the night at my best friend's place and we were watching a movie on the couch in her living room. Her dad joined us for a bit to watch the movie and was kind of sitting in between us. My friend was leaning against him and pretty much fell asleep, I took his other shoulder and was halfway there myself. I'd known him so long this wasn't all that odd, he was like Dad number 2 to me sort of like how my dad was to my friend.

Anyway, being so close to him, and maybe it was just teenage horniness, I got really turned on. I should have just gotten up and touched myself in the bathroom or something, but the room was dark and I figured he was asleep too so I just sort of slid my pajama bottoms down just enough and put a couple fingers under the waistband of my panties. I was trying to go slow and sneaky, but that was turning me on more as I worked my clit, and I must have been breathing differently.

Then I noticed my friend's dad was breathing differently. Heavier.

I didn't look over or anything but, and I'm not sure what made me do it except for the early hints of an exhibition kink, I tugged my pajama bottoms down a little more and then worked my panties down enough so he could see a bit of my pussy as I was fingering myself and I kept going.

He didn't say anything, but I felt his hand coming over to rest on the back of my neck, and he started playing with my hair and I just nuzzled against him and kept going. I was getting really turned on at this point and I think I must have done a little more than breathing because he moved that hand around to put a finger between my lips to muffle me. I sucked on it and could taste the tobacco from when he'd smoked after dinner. With him touching me like that It didn't take me long to get off, hard, though I did my best not to make too much movement or noise.

He didn't say anything, we just kind of went back to pretending to sleep for awhile.

What I really wanted to do was to get down on my knees and pull his cock out and suck it right there. Even the thought of my friend watching me suck her dad's cock was a turn on...Like I said, exhibitionist in bloom.

A few years later, after we graduated, I did sort of get my wish, though my friend wasn't watching. We're pretty sure she knows about us hooking up though.

Family Road Trip Got "hot".

Many years ago when I was 16, the family took a road trip from North Carolina to Detroit at Easter to visit family. Mom, Dad and I along with my Aunt Amy piled into the old Plymouth and headed up north.

Mom and Dad were up front and Amy and I were in the back. Aunt Amy was Dad's sister and was 28 at the time. Before we left, she and I were always playing around, just joking and flirting innocently. Amy was a short redhead, 28 with big boobs and I had always had the hots for her.

After the sun went down it started getting cold and the old Plymouth's heater just wasn't keeping up. We were both wrapped in blankets and at one point I was about to fall asleep when Amy slid over and snuggled up next to me telling me how cold she was. We both snuggled up close and wrapped up in both blankets.

Before long she whispered that we could generate some body heat and she pulled me even closer , sorta grinding and pressing her breasts against me while I held her tight. She started to kiss my neck and I could feel her hot breath. I looked at Mom and Dad and my Mom looked like she was maybe asleep.

Amy took my hand and place it on her breasts and as I massaged them, she slipped her hand between my thighs. We slipped a little further down in the seat with the blankets over our heads. I trembled a little when she started to unzip my jeans and then she pulled out my hard young cock.

Amy slid down and took my cock in her mouth and began to suck and stroke my cock, sometimes giggling as I flinched and shook. Then she took my cock in her mouth and gave me a long, slow BJ taking everything I had in her mouth. I was 16, and this was a BJ like nothing I had ever had before.

After all her teasing, I was really ready to blow and I pumped her mouth full of cum. My dad heard me as I gasped and moaned a little, He turned the radio down and asked us what was going on. Amy just laughed and told him her foot had fallen asleep and we were trying to wake it up. She snuggled back up close and she stroked my wet cock before wiping her hand with the blanket. We both fell asleep in each other's arms.

We got a late start going back to North Carolina and I couldn't wait for the sun to go down and get dark. We generated body heat several times, on the way back home. Amy lived in another town and after I started driving my own car. I paid her a few visits and she wore my young ass out. Every young boy's dream cum true. LOL.

Unspoken

I am retired but taught community college for twenty-five years. It was a different era. Prople were not so poltically correct about evrrything. I was teaching in a Texas boarder town area I'll never forget the rush I got the first time a student did me a "favor" for help with a grade.

It had been a long semester, and I could see the exhaustion in her eyes every time she entered my office. Emily, a bright 19-year-old latina student was struggling. She was smart, driven, but there were cracks beginning to show—stress from school, financial worries, and an overwhelming desire to prove herself to her hardworking immigrant parents. I could look in her eyes all day and picture her looking up at me sucking my dick. Yes, teachers are human and think of our students like that.

She’d come to me for help after struggling with her chemistry grade, I’d noticed the way her hands trembled as she flipped through the pages of her textbook seeking help. She wanted to succeed so badly, but I could see the weight of failure pressing down on her. I had heard from other teachers once start coming to your office after hours for help you had a good chance of atbleast getting head. I was excited but cautious. I didn't want trouble, but in those days as long as it stayed quiet no one cared that it happpend more then was spoken about. I wanted to have my way with her but not draw attention and make it be her idea. I graded fair but hard giving her no breaks so she'd need help while keeping later office hours for help.

One evening she approached me, her voice laced with anxiety. “Professor, can I talk to you? I don’t want to disappoint my parents. They’ve sacrificed so much for me to be here, and I don’t know if I can handle the pressure of failing.”

I could see her vulnerability, and it aroused me. I knew how much it hurt to feel like you were letting down those who had invested so much in your future. But I also knew that her path wasn’t an easy one, and the road to success wasn’t just about acing exams and there other ways for a hot latina to make grades.

We sat together in my office, the air heavy with the weight of unspoken words. After a long silence, I spoke up.

“Emily, I understand the pressure you're under. But success isn’t just about grades—it’s about learning people want to help you in unspoken ways.

She looked up, her eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep. “But what if I can’t do it? What if I fail?”

I smiled gently, leaning forward. “You won’t fail if you use everything you have. I’ll help you however I can. But remember, this isn’t a race. Take it one step at a time.”

She nodded, but I could see the uncertainty still lingering. Then, with an almost hesitant glance, she spoke again.

“Professor, I’ve heard rumors… about students and professors in these situations, and… I just wanted to know if there’s anything to it. About people… you know?”

As she sat beat red blushing my cock was so hard. I knew I had her, i knew she was going to fuck me but i was even more turn of about how akward asking made her feel.

The question hung in the air, and I felt my pulse quicken. I'd be waiting all semester to finally fuck my first student. I knew that the relationship between student and teacher came with powerful responsibilities, but I also recognized her vulnerability really turn me on.

“Emily, let me be clear,” I said softly. “In this classroom, my job is to guide you, help you learn, and support your academic growth. I don’t cross professional boundaries. That’s my responsibility, and I take it seriously.”

She looked down, her cheeks flushing a deep red. I could tell she was humilated and i loved it.

" I didn’t mean to make things awkward,” she murmured truly upset.

I shook my head. “It’s okay. You’re navigating a difficult moment, and I’m here to help you through it but if my wife found out you talk like that to me late alone in my office."

"I'd never tell her." She blushed more.

I pulled back pretending to put space between us but really i just wanted her to notice how hard i was and she did her her slutty mexican eyes where locked on it.

"I'd never tell her, the shcool, any of the students, no one. I don't want my parents or boy friend to find out either"

I said nothing back. I gave no presmission or promise because I knew i didn't need too she was desperate and would break.

When i did't respond she just sime stood up undressed and fell to her kness and i did nothing, to help or suggest even, until she put my cock in her mouth. Then i mouth fucked that mexican bitch like she was Tijuana whore. Then I pounded her over my desk.

Lets just say her parents were proud od her gardes. And she was not the last favor a student did for me. lol

Holiday Party

Every year, my firm has its holiday party by our Tulsa office. Higher level people from around the country come into town for meetings and the party. By Friday evening everything is back to normal. A few years ago, I was the exception.

After that holiday party I went out with some managers from our Oakland office. Everything was good until one kissed me while we were dancing. I was taken aback by it and we stopped dancing for a second. Then it happened again.

There was more of this as the night continued. I ended up back in his hotel room. Yes, we fucked and then I went home.

As I left the hotel room, another door opened. It was another guy from the Oakland office. He said hello and proceeded to tell me he recorded the fucking through the wall and had pictures of me leaving the room. He told me he would tell everyone if I did not join him in his room. I have a good job and a family so I did as I was told. When I got in there, this guy told me to undress and get on the bed on all fours. I did and he proceeded to fuck the life out of me for an hour. The man fucked me like a pornstar and just kept fucking me. When he finally had enough of me, he pulled out, took off his rubber and shot his load all over my tits. Just as he did that, there was a knock at the door. It ended up being the first guy. This entire thing was staged.

I am regularly requested to visit the Oakland office. Over the last couple of years these same men fuck me when I go there. Nobody else knows, especially my husband.

I Cheat On My Wife With My Little Sister

My sister and I are both married in our 30s. We've always been really close, we even shared a bedroom at our dad's house on the weekends. Everything all started when we found our dad's porn stash and started playing doctor in our room in the middle of the night. We got wrapped up in how good everything felt without totally getting how wrong it was, and pretty soon I was getting blown by my little sister almost every night.
It became really normal for us, and we went on like that for years. We'd both pretend to go to bed, then after we were sure our parents were asleep we would end up naked in one of each other's beds, me fingering her little pussy and her sucking my cock like only she can.
Eventually I even started fucking her in the ass, but she was terrified of getting pregnant by her brother and never let me use her pussy. Things got really fun when I moved out and she started spending the night at my apartment. She would walk around naked all the time, and I would just take her wherever and whenever I felt like it.
We still had normal relationships, so we had to start getting sneakier as we got older. Now we meet up once a month at a motel about 20 miles out of town. I always look forward to it. I know it's wrong, but I don't think I'll ever stop cumming in my little sister.

No One Does It Like My Little Brother

Growing up, my little brother and I had a very changing relationship. We CHERISHED each other as kids, played together all the time, shared everything (I'm only a little over a year older than him). But then adolescence came and we started changing. We didn't grow apart and we still loved each other a lot, but our tastes and attitudes clashed with each other. I was your typical popular girl that had dated a bit by the time I was 17. He was more reserved, but sharp minded, liked to be a pain in the ass with his close circle. He teased me a lot about anything he could tease me about. Context: we lived with in a tiny house with a single mom that worked double shifts to provide for us, so she wasn't around the house much by then. My brother and I shared a bedroom, separate beds of course.
One night, I came home early from a party after my then boyfriend unceremoniously dumped me. I was heartbroken, so I didn't precisely need my brother to tease me about it, which is exactly what he did. He woke up as soon as I came in, started saying shit about me being too high maintenance but also dressing slutty to get the attention of other guys. I was still a bit drunk, so I angrily pushed him. He landed on the bed and I sat on him and told him he didn't know the first thing about girls and he wouldn't even know what to do with one like me. As soon as I grabbed his wrists to pin him down, I could feel him getting hard under me, and I teased him. He tried to free himself, so I impulssively kissed him. He froze and got a full hard on. I didn't think about it: I pulled his pants down, he tried to free himself again, then I slid my panties aside and slipped him inside me. He was shocked, I felt powerful and too turned on to stop. He barely managed to say it was wrong when I grabbed his wrists with one hand and gagged him with the other (I was taller and heavier than him back then, he was way too skinny for a cock that big back then). I told him something like "shut the fuck up, you want this", and he stopped resisting as soon as I started moving. I grinded fast and hard on his cock, and he came inside of me within the minute, me drowning his moans with his hands. I loved the sensation of him feeling me up, but then came the regret. I knew what I had done. Ashamed, I told him to go back to bed and close the door. He complied, no questions. I went to sleep in the living room.
The next day was a bit difficult for me because I was aware of what I had done to him, and also heartbroken. But I apologized to him as soon as our mom left for work. He told me it was ok, that he actually had liked it, that it had been his first time and he was glad that is was with me. We hugged and we were awkward for a few days, but it was bound to happen again. We had tasted the forbidden fruit, we were two horny and single teenagers that spent way too much time on their own. One afternoon, he caught me after school crying again about my breakup. A hug gave way to a kiss, gave way to sex. That time no one subdued the other, we both enjoyed it, and did it more than once.
We haven't stopped being lovers since then, and we're the true, secret reason why we both have remained unmarried (despite ocassionally dating for fun and appearances). He was a lousy lover back then, but I show him the ropes about pleasing a woman, and now we have a very deep connection: emotional, sexual, a fulfilled (albeit secret) couple. He went through quite the glow-up, too. Now he's taller than me, more muscular, can actually carry me to the bedroom and pin me down to the bed to have his way with me. I've had many lovers throughout the years now, but none like my little brother.