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Rothco

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Gender: Straight Female
Age: 39
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- Fetishes and Kinky Sex -
Straight Female / 39

I Love Doctors Examining My Lady Parts :)

I read a confession about somebody’s wife going to the gynaecologist, and it triggered some memories.

I had my first gynaecological examination when I was twelve years of age. I was having stomach pains and some discomfort in my vagina. I was so nervous about seeing the Doctor as I knew he would check me out ‘down there’ I was very naive for my age, and my mum had to drag me to see the Doctor.

I was hoping for a female Doctor but was appalled when a young male Doctor greeted us. I had to take my underwear off and lie on an examination table with my legs parted. I was so nervous and wanted to cry; nobody except my mum had ever seen my girlie bits. The Doc, to begin with, pressed around my lower stomach and above my genitals which hurt! He then sits on a stool between my legs which were shaking a little. My mum takes my hand, and I feel him touch my pussy for the first time. Although nervous as hell, I liked the feel of my private place being touched by somebody else. I did masturbate at the time as my best friend had shown me how to; however, I didn’t do it that often. He then opens up my pussy lips, and it felt like electricity was dancing all over my pussy area, and my clit felt like it was tingling.

With my pussy lips spread, he then applies some lubricant inside, which felt amazing. He announced that I had a virtually Imperforate Hymen that due to my menstrual cycle starting was causing the pain. He said it wasn’t totally imperforate and relatively thin; which meant he could perform a simple procedure to open my Hymen up and allow my period flow a better exit. My mum agreed, and I just nodded; I was now frightened. However, I didn’t feel much after the local anaesthetic, he made a cut, and I felt a release of the pain I felt in my stomach and lower back. He applied a sanitary pad, and I was sent home.

Two weeks later, I was back for a follow-up check-up. Same procedure as before on the examination bed, underwear off with the Doc on a stool between my legs. He opens up my pussy lips which again felt amazing; he tells me the procedure had been a success, and most of my Hymen was now gone, although there was some remaining. He then asks my mum and me if he can check all is well in my vagina to check for any other abnormalities. We both agreed as tbh I was enjoying the whole experience. He applies more lubricant and gently inserts a finger into my pussy. OMG, it felt amazing, nothing had ever entered me before, and I wanted to start moaning. I could feel him probing the walls of my vagina, and my clit was literally pulsing, and I so wanted him to touch it. I slightly arched my back, and he asked if I was experiencing discomfort; I said no, just getting more comfortable.

His finger was inside me for a minute or two of pure bliss. On exiting, he took some tissue to wipe the excess lubrication off my pussy; in doing so, the tissue touched brushed against my clit, and I had a mini orgasm. I suspect he knew what had just happened and just smiled at my quickly reddening face.

My next exam was by a gynaecologist when I was eighteen years of age. It was part of a complete physical I was having for employee health insurance. I again thoroughly enjoyed having a male Doctor between my legs and checking my private lady parts. He inserted a vaginal speculum into me, which was an extraordinary feeling; I had a mini orgasm when it was being opened up inside me! I think this Doctor knew my kink as he took a good fifteen minutes checking me out and touching me. No other Doctor has ever checked my clit out in a gyno exam; however, he had my clit between his fingers asking if there was any discomfort as he manipulated it; I was panting when I said no. I was in a haze of bliss by the time he’d finished. I immediately drove to my boyfriend’s works and got him to fuck me in the back of his car!

I’ve had a couple of other exams and enjoyed them too. I know some ladies dread that kind of visit to the Doctors; however, I know a few like me who enjoy it. I’ve even been tempted to make an illness up just to get some gyno action!! I might well do it one day!!

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# 52345 - by Rothco / July 14, 2021
- Anything Goes -
Straight Female / 39

Omegle Dare Game Shame

I was bored last night, so I smoked to pass the time and chill out. I ended up online chatting to some random guy on Omegle, and he dared me to play the Omegle dare game. Had I been sober, there’s no way I would have participated.

He dared me to do tasks on the webcam for points; I know it's soooo lame!! The initial tasks were very tame like blowing kisses to the camera, sucking my fingers and flashing my bra. I was a little turned on when I was dared to flash my breasts and play with my nipples. I’ve got quite big breasts, and he asked me to suck my nipples. I‘d never done this before, but I love having my nipples sucked; it turns out I love doing it to myself too!! I had this voice in my head telling me to stop and close my laptop; however, I didn’t.

Long story short, in the end, he had me naked on the bed, laptop between my legs as I held my pussy lips opens so he could see my ‘fuck hole’ as he put it. He then wanted a close up of my clit and watched me play with it. I was then asked to go into the doggy position and spread my butt and pussy, which I also did. I can’t believe I did any of this, but the next part is the worst! He asked me to insert an object up my vagina whilst in the doggy position. I inserted a hairbrush and he commanded I fuck myself with it. Following another dare, I inserted a Mascara brush in my ass at the same time I was sliding the hairbrush up my pussy in doggy position. The session finally ended with me fingering myself, watching him wank off until I came and then afterwards, he came too. Just before I turned off, I eventually saw his face; he was a middle-aged ugly guy. I thought he was a teenager like me. His last message was asking for my contact details before I terminated the session.

I have no idea who this guy is, and I’m apprehensive he made a video of the game last night. He saw my face, too, which is kind of freaking me out. I don’t think I gave him my real name, thank God, but I’m terrified my family and friends will see what I’ve done. I’m hoping he didn’t record our game, but you hear all sorts of stories of girls doing dumb things online and then getting found out.

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# 52282 - by Rothco / July 11, 2021
- True Sex Confessions -
Straight Female / 39

My First Threesome

I was in a relationship with my childhood sweetheart from being fifteen years old until he cheated on me when I was twenty-three. The hurt was so bad I sometimes struggled to breathe. One of my friends suggested we go on holiday together as it would help me; I agreed.

Two weeks all-inclusive in Ibiza and a chance for me to put the past in the past and move on. I had a great time; the resort was full of young people and some hot men. I don’t mind admitting I had some real fun. Until the holiday, I’d only ever had sex with my ex-boyfriend; by the end of the first week, I had slept with two different boys and loved every minute of it; by the end of the second week, I was well on my one to football team numbers!! Being cheated on it’s the rejection that gets you and the destruction of trust and love, with a good looking hunk making love to you whilst whispering how beautiful you does help with the rejection. This, however, is not the confession.

On the penultimate night of the holiday, my friend was not feeling well, so I went down to the hotel restaurant alone. I had decided to eat and have an early night as I was well and truly fucked (literally). Whilst I was eating, two middle-aged men came and sat with me. At first, I was a little annoyed as I wanted to be alone and not sat with a couple of average-looking, slightly fat men. However, I started to enjoy myself with these guys. They were hilarious and had me in stitches with some of their stories. I also drank a couple of bottles of wine, and when they asked me to go back to their room, I said yes.

I can’t believe what I did that night with those two guys. I sucked both their cocks; I had one licking my pussy as the other sucked on my tits (fantastic feeling). They both fucked me bareback and spit roasted me. They had loads of booze in their room, and I had continued drinking during the threesome, and I was eventually hammered. I’d not until that night had anal sex, but Carl, the older of the two fucked me up the ass for the first time. Even drunk, it hurt, to begin with, but I eventually enjoyed it. It made me feel like a slut.

These two knew what they were doing, and I ended up with Steve lying on the bed with me lying on top of him with his cock in my pussy and Carl behind me with his cock in my ass. I had a fucking fantastic orgasm. I liked it when they called me a whore and a slut. I enjoyed just being used and abused by these two men. I discovered that night I was a rampant submissive. I had fantasied about being used and even r**ed but never thought in a million years I would live out these dark urges.

I broke off from being fucked during the night to go to the loo; however, Carl and Steve followed me into the bathroom. I was bursting, so I sat on the loo and began to urinate with them, looking at what I was doing. Carl then comes over to me and just starts pissing on my tits!! Steve joins him and aims his piss at my pussy. I should have been grossed out at this, but I liked it!!

After they and I had finished, they put me in the shower and cleaned me. Then I was back on the bed being fucked again. This went on all night; we would sleep for an hour, wake, and I would be fucked.

In the early hours, another middle-aged guy came into the room. Carl spoke to him, and he went into another bedroom that I’d not noticed. He was a good looking tall guy with a huge cock. Carl then starts fucking me again, and this other guy whose name I never did learn joins us on the bed. He then takes over when Carl finished; then Steve was fucking me straight after that. Three men, one after the other! Not long after, I left as my head started to throb, and the onset of one almighty hangover was breaking over me. I went back to my room and pretty much slept the whole of the next day.

My pussy, ass and tits were as sore as hell for the next couple of days! I didn’t tell my friend or anybody else what I’d done on that debauched night of madness. Thankfully, I didn’t see the three guys again, and we flew home the day after. It took about four days for my body to return to normal. I did, though, like the soreness it reminded me of the slut I’d been that night. I’ve had a couple of one night stands since the holiday; I don’t want a serious relationship at the moment; I just want to be fucked and used. I would also like to have another threesome again.

I bumped into my ex-boyfriend today at the Trafford Centre whilst shopping. He seemed pleased to see me and was again apologizing for his behaviour. He asked if he could take me out for dinner; I listened and felt nothing. In the end, I looked him straight in the eyes and told him I’d been fucked by ten real men since we had split, and everyone was better at fucking me than he was. I then went for the jugular and stated that I was practically still a fucking virgin when we were together, and my bed was now solely for real men who knew what they were doing with their cocks. I no longer wanted little boys with their little cocks anywhere near my pussy ever again. I’d never spoken like that before, and it felt so empowering. I think he was close to tears when I’d finished.

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# 52192 - by Rothco / July 5, 2021
- Lesbian Stories -
Straight Female / 39

My First Lesbian Encounter

In my teens, there was a girl that frightened me. She was pretty aggressive and had a gang of equally unpleasant girls that acted as her bodyguards (not that she needed any). I had seen quite a few girls and the odd boy fall fowl of her; she once beat up a boy for no other reason than he supported the wrong football team. She was a large girl and quite muscular; her family also had the reputation of being real trouble. I always made sure I was on the right side of her and even occasionally hung out with her to make sure she knew I was a friend; secretly, though, I feared and hated her.

One of the popular girls organised a birthday house party; her parents were minted, and they had a huge house and garden. Most of the party was planned to take place in the garden; they even had a marque! I put on a dress that was bought for a relatives wedding; it was very adult but quite beautiful. When I walked into the party, I knew most of the lads were looking at me; however, I was dismayed to see the frightening girl there too, with a couple of her equally unpleasant gang.

I spoke to her, told her she looked nice (she didn’t) and shared a few jokes. I then lost sight of her as there must have been over a hundred people at the party. I got loads of attention from lads wanting to dance with me, and as a few that had been drinking copped a feel of my ass as we danced.

Later I had to go into the house to use one of the loos; I was alone waiting in the basement for the loo to become free. It was an unpleasant surprise when the slightly drunk scary girl came out of the toilet and, on seeing me, starts hugging me. She said that she had always fancied me and how pretty I looked in the dress. I was both flattered and horrified. I went into the loo, and she followed me in! I have peed in toilets with friends present, sometimes just for safety, but I felt very awkward with the girl there watching. I acted like nothing was wrong and raised my dress and lowered my underwear. Her eyes were all over me, and she continues telling me how pretty I look. I finish urinating, and she asks if it’s OK if she wipes me? I go from fearful to utterly mortified!! I want to say fuck off, but she is not the person to say no to. Anyway, she got some toilet paper, kneels in front of me, and asks me to raise my dress. She then starts wiping my pussy very slowly; I don’t think I’ve ever felt so frightened in my life.

Without asking, she then starts to lick my pussy; I tried to move her head away, but she grabbed me, and I couldn’t move. I release my dress, but she remained under it, having oral sex with me. I then feel a finger slide in me, and she flicks my clit with her tongue. I wanted somebody to knock on the door or something to happen to stop what was going on. She then slides a second and then a third finger into me; it was painful, to begin with.

Thankfully, she then releases me and gets up; however, she’s not finished and starts to full-on kiss me. Her hands go down the front of my dress, and she begins to quite roughly feel my breasts and squeeze my nipples. I could taste my pussy on her lips. Then, with her tongue in my mouth and my tits hanging out, she puts her hand up my dress and fingers me like never before. My bloody body then starts to enjoy what going on, and I could feel an orgasm building. She then kneels again, puts her head up my dress, and virtually eats my pussy; I came moaning and trembling.

It never happened again, and she steered clear of me after that; I think she was scared I would tell somebody what she had done. Later I started to fantasise about the events of that night. Although initially horrified, I did end up enjoying what happened. I remember rationalising that she didn’t have a cock (or at least I don‘t think she had one), so I would be OK.

To finish, she took my knickers off me and kept them that night. They were my favourite pair and bought them when I got the dress. I left the party not long after the incident; it was very odd walking around commando for the first time.

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# 52009 - by Rothco / June 24, 2021
- My Family -
Straight Female / 39

My Twin Brother

My brother and I are male-female twins and have always been very close. As we grew up, we used to explore each other’s bodies. His fingers were the first to touch my breasts and pussy; his cock was the first I ever gave a hand job to. His tongue was the first to lick my pussy; his cock was the first I tasted and sucked. His cum was the first I ever saw, and he was the first to spread my pussy lips wide and stick a finger into my vagina. He was also the first guy to make me orgasm. He was the first boy I ever lay naked with; his cum was the first I ever tasted. If we didn’t have a partner in our teens, we would go out with each other as boyfriend and girlfriend; people always thought it was lovely how close we were. Our parents never suspected anything, even sometimes finding us sleeping in the same bed. One of my favourites was when my brother rubbed her dick through my pussy lips; I would cum quite quickly. It was during one of these sessions that his cock accidentally slid into my virgin vagina, so he was the first to fuck me too. Even though I’ve now slept with quite a few men, it’s never quite as fulfilling as with my twin brother. When I’ve got his cock inside me, I feel somehow complete; like two halves are together and where they should be.

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# 51983 - by Rothco / June 22, 2021
- If The Boss Only Knew -
Straight Female / 39

Groped At Work

In my teens, I had a Saturday job at a chemist department store. The floor manager was a real perv and constantly touched the young female staff; nothing too serious, just patting bums and coming up behind and placing his hands on shoulders etc. The first couple of times he did it to me, I was pretty freaked out.

He also had his favourites who got the best shifts, more overtimes and the best counters. I discovered they flirted with our pervy manager allowing him to touch them up. I was a randy fucker in my teens and could get boys to do anything I wanted.

One Saturday, Mr Perv comes up behind me and places his hand on my bum. I didn’t pull away this time but pressed my bum into his hand. He gave my bum a good grope as I pushed it into his hand. Then a customer came up to the counter, and he goes away.

The next weekend I was put on one of the perfume counters; these are some of the best places to be. I had a brilliant Saturday chatting to women about all sorts of stuff. I didn’t see Mr Perv until the end of the day when I was in the staff room making a drink. He came up behind me and felt my ass again over my white uniform. I allowed him to press his hand right into my bum; he even tried to push through my bum cheeks to my pussy, but somebody came into the staff room.

The following Saturday, I picked my salary slip up, and there was £20 more than the previous week, although I’d worked the same hours? I was also put on one of the best perfume counters. At the end of the shift, I was behind the counter filling in the sales sheets, and Mr Perv tells me he has to check the electrical sockets behind the counter. He’s in jeans and tells me he’s been doing this all day. I was stood, and he was on his knees, not visible to anyone on the shop floor. He then comes to where I’m stood, checks the sockets, and then puts a hand on my leg. He asks if anybody is about, to which I say no. He then runs his hand up my leg; it was summer I wasn’t wearing any pantyhose. His hand went all the way up to my knickers, and he rubs my crotch. I could hear his heavy breathing, and he was shaking as he touched me. The whole event was over in a couple of minutes. I neither enjoyed nor disliked it.

My next payslip had double money, and it stated I’d worked both Friday and Saturday the previous week! I was also put on the same perfume counter as the last week. Just before closing, the same thing happened; he came to my counter, crouched down, put his hand up my uniform, and rubbed my crotch. The groping goes on for a little longer this time, and he also pushed his fingers under my knickers and felt my bare pussy running his finger through my pussy lips. I enjoyed it this time; I’ve always loved having somebody else touch my pussy.

I couldn’t wait to open my next payslip. I was amazed by what I saw; my pay rate had increased to the adult rate. It also stated I’d worked Friday and Saturday the previous week. So letting Mr Perv feel me up had just earned me £100 more!! The same thing happened just before closing time. Again, he came to my counter, checked nobody was around, got on his knees, and this time went straight to feeling my bare pussy. This time though, he stuck his finger up my pussy and touched my clit; I was so close to coming when a customer came up to the counter, and he left. After a closing time, he asked me to stay back and got me in the staff room against the wall and puts his hand properly down my knickers and gives me a good fingering and groped my breasts too. I had an orgasm.

I was looking forward to seeing how much I’d been paid the following week. Instead, I opened my payslip to find I’d been fired! Apparently, Mr Perv had been found out, and he’d been fired too!!

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# 51981 - by Rothco / June 22, 2021
- True Sex Confessions -
Straight Female / 39

How I Got My Dad A Job

I loved my Dad; he was kind, generous, considerate, and always put his children first. My useless Mother ran off with a loser when we were young, leaving my Father to bring up two kids on his own. I’d always been a Daddy’s girl, could twist my Dad around my fingers to get what I want, and usually got precisely what I wanted. I knew my sister sometimes got jealous.

When I was 19, my Dad lost his job and struggled to find work due to the recession. He was starting to get depressed and hated living on government benefits. It also meant my sister and I had to forego much that we wanted so that Dad could live within his means; it was a bad time.

My best friend Imogen came from a wealthy family; her Father, Kevin, owned a large business employing several hundred people. I’ve known him since I was a little girl and have even been on family holidays with them. Kevin flirted with me in my teens at a couple of family parties, once even pinching my bottom. TBH I’d fantasised about him during my teen years as he was fit, good looking and wealthy. So it seemed natural for me to ask him if he could help my Dad out with a job. I called around to his company office late one evening as I knew he always worked late. He was surprised to see me but took me to his office; he was alone at the factory except for the security guard I knew and had let me in. I asked Kevin the question about my Dad’s job; however, he said no as his company was being careful due to the economy. He said he was very sorry and would have loved to help if he could. Jokingly, I went over and sat on his knee and did the little girl act, saying, “please, please, please Kevin” He was laughing and was moanfully stating he wished he could; I then felt his erection pressing; against my bum!!!

I’ve been with loads of boys and adore being fucked. So I had the grain of an idea as I pressed my arse against his cock and said, “would you give him a job if I sorted that out for you” Kevin went very flustered and said it was inappropriate, and he would die if Imogen found out. He was still protesting as I pressed my hand against his hard cock over his jeans. He told me to stop as somebody would come in; I didn’t stop, and he started to moan. I’m now squeezing and releasing his hardness over his jeans. I asked again if he can help my Dad out? Again he says no and I should stop what I’m doing; however, I squeeze tighter and unbutton his jeans. His cock sprang out of his boxers, stiff and throbbing. I took the end and started to pump it up and down. “Are you sure you can’t help my poor Dad, Kevin? I would be very, very grateful,” and gently kiss the end of his cock as I finish talking. He’s now moaning and sweating, saying he’d always thought I was gorgeous and sexy. I take the whole of his cock in my mouth for a second and again ask, “please, uncle Kevin can you help my poor daddy” His resistance then melts, and he said yes, he could help.

I take Kevin cock fully into my mouth and give the best blow job I’ve ever given. I stop and then ask him what job; he says one of the production staff. I know these guys don’t earn a great deal. I have his cock in my hand, pumping it and get up and kiss him. I then whisper in his ear, “please give him an account manager job, and you can fuck me whenever you want”. I knew from what Imogen’s had told me these guys earned a fucking fortune selling to other businesses. I then go to sucking his cock and waited for an answer; it didn’t take long before I hear “yes.”

I took my panties off but left my skirt on and straddled him as he sat in his leather chair; it was funny feeling the cock of a man I’d known since childhood entering me. He arches his back as he slides in; I then start to ride him for all I’m worth. Finally, he raises my T-Shirt and starts sucking on my breasts. I’m enjoying myself, and so is Kevin. He began to moan and grind himself into me; I then feel his cock start to twitch as he cums inside me.

Kevin was good to his word and employed my Dad as an account manager, a role he did brilliantly well at quickly becoming the top performer in the company and earning loads of money. However, my best friend’s Father only used the promise six times over the coming year. We had a code that he would text me a message asking how my Dad was getting on in his new job. If I could go over to the factory, I would text back ‘absolutely fabulous’, and if not, I would text back ‘he’s doing great'.

I enjoyed being fucked by Kevin, and I liked the thought of being used so my Dad could be happy. Although I took control of our first encounter, he took control of all the subsequent ones. He fucked me hard and made me work for the job he had given. This included fucking in every conceivable position, plus anal, facials and cumming in my mouth. Apparently, Helen, his wife, was a little ‘conservative’ in the bedroom, and thus Kevin got to live out many of his fantasies during those six sessions. In the end, I suppose we both got what we wanted. It then stops, and the relationship returned to what it had before; however, he was always very attentive and quite loving after that.

My Dad died a few years ago, and Kevin then became almost like a second father, helping to sort the funeral and finances out. He made sure all insurances policies, including those at the company, paid out. He could not do enough to help and support my sister and me. Years later, it seemed natural to ask him to give me away at my wedding, which he did and insisted on paying for the whole thing too. During his speech, he either made a slip or was being naughty when he said ‘I think you will agree with me the bride looks absolutely fabulous’

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# 51969 - by Rothco / June 21, 2021
- Anything Goes -
Straight Female / 39

The Obnoxious Boy With The Wondering Hands- Part 2

He kept asking me to go out with him throughout this time, and I continued to decline. One morning I took our dog out for a walk to the local park, and he’s there doing the same. I’m both appalled and excited to see him. Without a word being said, I’m then in the bushes back against a tree with my Jeans down at my knees as Chris licks my pussy for the first time. I had the strongest orgasm ever as a result. It was this time I first saw his cock too. He took it out; it was erect. I didn’t know what I was doing, so I just grabbed hold of it and waggled it; he seemed to enjoy it, though.

At a New Year Eve’s party, both Chris and I were sent out just before midnight to ‘let the New Year in’ There is a local tradition that the darkest boy and girl wait outside and then enter just after midnight to bring in a lucky New Year. As soon as we are outside, Chris had his hand up my dress and into my pantyhose and panties. He and my parents are literally in the building, and he’s outside with two fingers up my pussy. I noticed he shook both my parent's hands as he wished them a happy new year with the hand that had moments before been in my secret feminine place.

I was at a restaurant with my girlfriends, and he was there with his friends. I went to the loo, and he followed into the ladies, pushed me into a cubicle and licked and fingered my pussy. Another time he just turned up at my house and told my parents he needed some help with school work, and he was sure I could help. I was doing my homework as my father brought him to my bedroom! He didn’t need help with homework and spent the next hour groping and feeling every part of my body. He eventually had me naked on the bed; I was terrified my parents would hear something; he then tried to get his cock in me; however, as I later discovered, I had quite a thick hymen which thankfully, prevented him from taking my virginity. The last event I can remember was at the beach. Several families decided to have a day out at the local beach. I was swimming when Chris appeared behind me. We stood and chatted about how nice the weather was; the water covered us to our chests as we stood in the sea. He even waved at my parents and sisters; little did they know his other hand was in my bikini bottoms playing with my pussy.

The confession. I’m now married with two children and hadn’t seen Chris for over ten years. He graduated and moved to another part of the country. I went shopping yesterday and ran into him. He has changed; he’s slimmed down and was very charming, genuinely delighted to see me after all those years. We grabbed a coffee and showed each other family pictures on our phones, and had a great laugh. He told me I was his first love and had often thought about me over the years, regretting we had never become an item.

It was late when we finished talking, and he insisted on walking back to the car. The car park was virtually empty, and I hugged him to say goodbye. The next thing we are kissing, and his hand is up to my skirt and down my panties. Suddenly, I’m 16 again and touched for the very first time. However, It’s not my first time, and many hands and cocks have now enjoyed my feminine delights. Next, I’m on my knees with Chris’s cock in my mouth; he’s moaning as a deep throat him. Then I’m on the back seat of my car, pantyhose and panties in the footwell; he’s not sure as he’s a married man. I tell him that it doesn't count as we are both married. Next, I’m rubbing his cock to get it as hard as possible, then with some coaxing, his cock enters the vagina he first intruded with his fingers all those years ago. The difference this time is I’m in control with this one; I came first, and then just as he was about to cum took him in my mouth, taking and then swallowing most of his load. I'm now a happily married woman and didn’t want another man’s spunk in my pussy.

He asks if he can see me again, I again told him, no, and he looks genuinely upset. I then deeply kiss him, knowing I’ve still got some of his sperm in my mouth that I transfer to his mouth; I think he knew what I was doing too. I also had my hand down his trousers, feeling his cock; I then take his balls in my hands and gently squeeze them. He tensed up as I played with his balls and cock. Men are always very sensitive after they have cum, and I enjoyed knowing this fact. Eventually, we separated and again, I deeply kissed him, hoping I still had some of his sperm in my mouth. I know all this sounds very odd, but for all those years, he used me, and for a change, I wanted to use him. I did feel guilty about what I’d done, but it passed probably quicker than it should have.

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# 51885 - by Rothco / June 16, 2021
- Anything Goes -
Straight Female / 39

That Obnoxious Boy With The Wondering Hands

I was quite an innocent girl back in my mid-teens; I didn’t start dating until I was 18 years old. I came from a very loving church-going family and was very lucky to have a wonderfully happy childhood. I have two sisters who I always got on well with; we were encouraged to have self-respect, believing we could do anything. But, of course, the church also played a big part in our lives.

Our church family was lovely; all the adults got on well, as did most kids. Summer BBQ’s were joyous fun events, as were Christmas and New Year, plus lots of other church arranged activities. However, there was one lad I didn’t like at church; he was the same age as me and called Christopher. His family were extremely wealthy and donated hundreds of thousands to the church and other charitable organisations. His parents were lovely, but Christopher was an entitled, overweight, obnoxious prick who thought he was God’s g*ft to the world. He had asked me out many times; I’d always declined, as not only didn’t I fancy him but actively disliked him. This never stopped his advances, though sometimes even ‘handy’ behaviour, as I used to call it. Christopher as a teenager was a sex pest; he was constantly pinching my bum, accidentally brushing his hand against my developing breasts etc. At one of the church picnic, I was sat against a tree wearing a summer dress and straw hat. Christopher comes and sits opposite me, smiling like a Cheshire cat? It wasn’t until one of my girlfriends came over and advised me the horrible boy was looking up my dress as my panties were showing!

I was sixteen when this next event happened. To caveat, I still hadn’t dated anybody, I’d never been kissed, and except for some enjoyable ‘me time’ with the showerhead, I hadn’t been touched. The church was showing a film made by a missionary family who belonged to the church. They had spent two years over in the Philippines doing missionary work in the prisons around the capital Manila. I arrived late, all the blackout blinds were down, and the church was in total darkness as the film played. I knew my parents were somewhere but couldn’t see them. The only available chairs were right at the back, and guess what? Mr Obnoxious was the only other person sitting in that line of pews. I concentrated hard to see if there was anything else available but simply couldn’t see past the first couple of rows. I was a little shy back then and didn’t want to walk in front of people to find another seat, so I sat in the back row with Christopher four seats away from me. The church is old, and back then still had the old wooden pews, which were high backed and gave an enclosed seating area.

As soon as I sat down, Christopher moved to sit next to me. I remember thinking, “oh shit no!!” I was wearing a flowery summer dress that buttoned up the front; I wore lots of these during the summer months as a teenager; I thought they made me look refined. About 5 minutes into watching the film, I feel a hand on my knee covered dress. I immediately moved it off. A few minutes after, it returns over my dress, resting on the knee. I removed it again and even gave his hand a little slap. Two of the people in the pew Infront looked behind with annoyed faces to see what the noise was; I smiled back and mouthed, “Sorry.”




The hand return to my knee; however, not wanting to make a fuss, I left it there. I then became engrossed in the film and initially didn’t notice that Christopher’s hand had moved from over my dress and had slipped onto my bare knee. I gently pushed his hand off my knee and continued watching the film. The hand returned, but this time his movement was rapid, and his hand was up my dress and on my bare thigh. I forcefully removed it, and in the scuffle, the two people looked back and asked me to be quiet. I did consider leaving; however, what would people think if I walked out of church? His hand returned as quick as lightning and was once again on my thigh; I left it there and tried to concentrate on the film. Not long after, though, his hand was at my panties; I closed my legs tight so he couldn’t feel any more of me. His hand just remained still touching my thigh and the upper part of my panties. He tried to move his hand up to the top of my panties, but I grabbed his hand over my dress and held it; we held this position for five minutes; however, I relaxed slightly, and the next thing I know his hand is between my legs with his fingers brushing over my panty crotch. I was stunned and didn’t know what to do? I tried to close my legs again, but all it did was trap his hand between my legs. His finger gently rubbed my panty covered pussy, and oh my word, I was enjoying it. Later in life, I discovered that although I didn’t enjoy touching myself; however, I loved somebody else touching me.

I left Christopher rubbing my pussy and tried to concentrate on the film and conceal what was going on from the people sitting in front. I further relaxed and felt his hand enter the top of my knickers and start to roam through my pubic hair. I again clamped my legs together to stop his hand from descending any further. I was horrified, turned on and angry at what was happening to me. His fingers explored my full bush, matting the pubic hairs and then gently pulling them. He then seized an opportunity as I relaxed, and I felt his fingers meet my bare pussy. I couldn’t move, frozen to the spot as he expertly separated my labia and ran a finger through my private feminine place, reaching my clitoris. I jumped when he touched it and again clamped my legs together. The horror then diddles my clit between his fingers, which sends waves of pleasure through my body. I recall he then drives his fingers down my wet pussy lips and moves the moisture around, bringing some up to my clit. I was no longer watching the film but engrossed in what was happening between my legs.

I let him explore my private place freely, that until this night was untouched even by myself. I had my first ever orgasm at the fingers of this obnoxious twat. The film then finished, and I rush to the loo to mop up my soaking genitals. I get home, go into my bedroom and cried.

I wish this were the end of the story; alas, it's not. Over the next couple of years, until he went to University, Christopher took every opportunity to feel me up. I was once in the kitchen at church washing up, and he comes behind me and puts his hands into my tea shirt and feels my bare breasts. At the church firework display in November I’m lying on a blanket and lies next to me rearranging the blanket so it covers both of us. I didn’t stop him as his hand unbuttons the top of my jeans and goes into my panties. Nobody could see what was happening, and for the first time he inserted his finger into my virgin vagina; I had my second orgasm at the hands of somebody else. Next, at a friend’s house party, he takes me outside to a secluded spot, and this time he’s got my breast out sucking them, his hand in my knickers and rubs his crotch into me. This is the first time I allow him to kiss me. To be continued

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# 51884 - by Rothco / June 16, 2021
- If The Boss Only Knew -
Straight Female / 39

How I Closed The Deal

work for a company that sells plastics; my job was to bring new business and orders into the company. I’d been very successful; however, there is one company I’d never managed to sign up. The client makes all manner of plastic goods; bin bags, packaging, agricultural plastic coverings, plus loads of other things. Harry owns the company; he was in his fifties, fat, bald and obnoxious. He’s the kind of man who you just know mentally undresses you as he is talking. I hate him.

Each year my company tenders for his business, the tender is worth millions of pounds and a bonus of around fifty thousand pounds to me. I’d been trying to get Harry to sign up for years; however, I failed each time. Each year the old bugger propositions me; the deal is mine if I’d sleep with him the contract would be mine. This is a line though; I wouldn’t cross.

The recent Kung Flu hit my company very hard; they had to lay off quite a few staff and put loads more on furlough. Harry, however, did well during the crisis as he makes packaging materials for a massive internet retail business. Getting his business this year would save my job and maybe even the company I work for. So my lovely boss Phil begged me to do my best with Harry as he needed his business this year.

The meeting with Harry went, as usual; I took him through our tender presentation, he said he was impressed. I tried to close the sale the usual way; our offer was a great one. However, Harry put the same clause in stating that he would sign a two-year contract with me if I slept with him. I’m twenty-seven years old have loads of self-respect, and didn’t want to go down that route. Harry knew I was desperate for the deal and finally offers a three year fixed deal. This was extraordinary; the deal would save my company and give me a life-changing bonus. To my shame, I agreed.

I met Harry that night at a local hotel, and he signed all the paperwork; however, he put the following day's date on it. Before he signed, he said I would have to agree to everything he wanted to do that night. I said yes as long as there was no physical abuse or pain and he had to wear a condom. He didn’t want to agree to the condom, but it was a deal-breaker, and I wouldn’t do it without him wearing one; he eventually agreed. The deal was I would stay the night, and the contract would come into force the following day. He had booked a suite which was quite magnificent; Harry was also very attentive, dare I say even respectful when I first arrived; things changed though later one. I’d had a couple of stiff drinks before I went for courage, and Harry had champagne on ice in the room.

The is no easy way to write this down. He first made me strip in front of him; I was shaking with nerves; he just sat in a hotel chair and watched. I initially covered my modesty, but he told me to put my hands and arms by my side. He said I was a natural beauty and then gets up and gives me a large box. Inside was sexy lingerie and some ‘toys’. I nearly ran out of the room, but a deal is a deal. So I put on a black Basque, which left my breasts exposed, black lacy and open crotched knickers.

He sucked both my breasts for the longest time. Finally, my body betrayed me, and I started to get aroused. He kept on touching my pussy to see how wet I was and kept commenting that I was getting wetter. He then stopped sucking my breasts and brought out two nipple clamps. I initially covered my breasts, but he promised not to hurt me. They felt extraordinary when Harry first put them on me; however, the sensation on my nipples made my clit tingle and my pussy cream?

He then asks me to go on all fours on the hotel bed. I thought, here we go, time to be a big girl and not cry!! However, he stands behind me and spends the next ten minutes playing with my pussy. With the nipple clamps on his fingers working on my clit drove me insane with pleasure. My body was now acting on its own; although I hated the man and what he was making me do, an orgasm began to build.

He continued working on my clit and pussy, then goes to his box again. He then puts a clamp onto my clit joining the two nipple clamps and the clit clamp with a three-way silver chain. So there I was, in a hotel room with this horrible man, dressed in the sluttiest lingerie I’ve ever seen, with nipple and clit clamps joined with a chain.

Harry then gently pulls on the chain a couple of times, and my tits and clit explode with pleasure. My body is now like somebody else’s, moaning and enjoying the humiliation! The bastard kept me on the verge of having an orgasm, touching parts of my body but stopping just before I went into an orgasmic cycle.

Harry then stands in front of me and drops his suit trouser, and releases his cock from his underpants. It’s true what they say about very successful men; his manhood was massive. I have no idea how long it was, but it must have been a good seven inches?; it was though the thickest penis I had ever seen. Even his large hand just about fit around it. “This, my dear is why I need you wet and randy,” he said.

He put onto a condom, although I recall having the thought that there was no way he would fit all that meat into so little rubber; he did. I’m still on all fours on the bed, and Harry walks to the rear of me. I feel his cock push against my opening. I felt its head breach my vaginal entrance. My head was screaming not to do this, and how disgusting the whole thing was, but my body was enjoying itself! I moaned as he started penetrating me further. He stretched me tighter than I thought was possible.

For the next half an hour, he fucked me senseless. I had numerous orgasms, and although I felt like a slut and a whore my body had a sensational time; the best? Afterwards, he allowed me to dress and ordered a meal into the suite. Over dinner, he was a gentleman telling me how he’d admired me the first time he had seen me. He even said it was a shame that this was the only way he could have me and wished it had been different. After dinner, I let him put me on the bed, raise my dress and enter me again. Due I think to the drink, and my general debauchery at the time I let the old fucker do my bareback. I loved every minute of it, spending in orgasm several times; it was bliss. The next day he honoured the contract, my boss Phil promoted me to be his right-hand lady and I’m due to get an enormous bonus and shares in the company. I suppose if you’re going to sell it, get as much as you can is the moral.

My confession, though, is this; I fucking enjoyed it! I’ve now visited Harry a couple of times to introduce our people to him, and after each meeting, I’ve stayed back, and he has taken me to a hotel and then pretty much fucked my brains out again. I sometimes go to see him without any business reason, just to get fucked. He sometimes rings me and asks me to come over to ‘our hotel’ if I’m available; I’m always available. I like Harry now, however, I love that wonderful cock of his more, and that he knows what to do with it and me.

Today, I needed to sign some NDA and copyright legal documents that Harry’s legal team had prepared. We sat in his office in the coffee break out area. Two leather sofas facing each other with a glass table in-between. I was looking over the documents when he casually asked me to open my legs and pull my panties to the side. It wasn’t a request but a command. I obeyed and he sat drinking coffee looking at my hairy pussy; of yes, he’s asked ..(continue confession)

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# 51875 - by Rothco / June 15, 2021
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