Rothco

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Gender: Straight Female
Age: 39
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Confessions by Rothco:

A Hot Sunny Day, The Teenager And Gary The Plumber.

This hot weather has reminded me of a monumental couple of days in my teens. I was at home studying for my A levels; the weather was scorching outside. The sunny weather always made me horny; it still does.

I was in my bedroom studying when my Mum asked me to let the plumber in as she was going out to work. The shower in the bathroom had packed up that morning, great when its 80F outside and humid.

The plumber arrived about an hour later, and OMG, what a surprise!! I was expecting a middle-aged bloke with a potbelly; however, this guy was something very different. He was in his early 20s, fit, muscled and very, very hot. I showed him up to the bathroom and asked him if he wanted a drink; he said yes and asked for a cold drink. When I took his coke to the toilet, he had taken his T-Shirt off as it was scorching in the bathroom. OMG he was just gorgeous. I gave him the drink and went back to the bathroom. I did keep looking over the hallway to the bathroom to catch a glimpse of him.

It’s fair to say I was creaming myself; I was so horny. I was usually quite shy back then, but my arousal had got to a dangerous level. I had bought a Bikini that I didn’t dare wear as it was too revealing. I kept on meaning to lose some weight and tone up, so I had the bottle to wear it to the beach; however, I put it on.

Wearing the bikini, I went to ask him if he wanted another coke. He said no; however, he was just staring at me in the bathroom. We chatted for about ten minutes about everything under the sun, our favourite groups, football and even politics. His eyes were all over me; I could hear my heart beating. He then asked what time my parents were home; I said not long. He then left the shower cubicle and walked over and kissed me. His hand went straight to my boobs and then down my bikini bottoms to my pussy. It was bliss to be touched and caressed like this. He then lowered my bikini bottoms and started licking my pussy. He asked if I was a virgin, I think he knew I was, so I said yes. He continued eating me out and asked if I would suck him off. Although I had let boys do oral on me, I’d never done it back. We both ended up on the bathroom floor; he lowered his jeans and released his cock. It was quite a lovely specimen, smooth and circumcised. I’d only ever seen intact dicks. I instinctively took him in my mouth and sucked as I’d seen in porn films.

It felt like I was floating, my pussy being eaten by this God of a man, and the incredible dirty sensation of having a dick in my mouth. We sucked and licked each other for an age, I’d never been so aroused. I must have been something right as he told me he was nearly coming, as was I. I knew what to expect, which should have freaked me out, but I was just in that out of world randy mood I sometimes feel. I was also so close to blowing my stack; he knew exactly how to flick my clit with his tongue and had a finger in my pussy. Just as I was cumming I felt his cock start to twitch, and he began to moan. I was right in the middle of my orgasm when his first jet of cum filled my mouth. I began to swallow, but there was just so much of the stuff it leaked from my mouth. I almost passed out with the force of my orgasm, coupled with him cumming in my mouth. It was glorious, dirty and I loved it.

We both collapsed for a few seconds, and then I heard a car pull up the drive. My Dad was home from work; I quickly ran to my bedroom, grabbing some tissues to mop my mouth and pussy up. I had a quick drink from a bottle of water to rinse my mouth out, and I changed back into my shorts and T-Shirt.

Dad came upstairs and checked as soon as he was in. The plumber was called Gary and gave him an update on the problem with the shower. Something called a thermostat had gone and needed replacing. Dad then popped into my bedroom and asked how my studying was going; I told him, great.

The next day Gary came back with the parts to do the job. However, Mum was home all day. We managed to have a quick session when she took the dog out for a walk. I was at my desk in the bedroom with Gary on his knees under my desk, eating my pussy. I’d put a skirt on but no knickers. On another occasion, we could hear mum on the phone, and he fingered me as I wanked him off and then sucked him. The last opportunity was when my mum’s friend popped around. They were in the garden, and I had my bedroom window open. This time Gary lay me on the bed he tried to get his cock up me but I just couldn’t take it, so we again did oral. It only lasted a couple of minutes and I tasted cum for the second time in my life.

He then finished the job, gave mum a quick demonstration that the shower worked. Just as he was leaving, he thanked me for the drink the day before and wished me good luck with my A levels. I never saw Gary again but have fantasised about him many times. Whenever I’m very horny and swallow cum it always reminds me of those teenage sessions when I acted like a total slag with a young plumber I’d only just met.

Sanitary Pad Confession

I’m having an affair with my much older boss. It’s just good hard sex and friendship; the only problem is I’m engaged to marry another man. I’ve nearly been caught a couple of times but yesterday was the nearest ever!

My boss Phil has a terminally ill wife, and as a result, we only get to be together once or twice a month. It’s fair to say when Phil has finished fucking me, my poor pussy has been well used; he also cums like a fountain inside me. I guess even in your 50s, only having an orgasm twice a month will result in very full balls. I now have to use sanitary pads whenever I’ve been with him, as his stuff is usually dripping out of me for a couple of hours afterwards.

Last night I had a quickie with Phil just before leaving work. I called into his office to say good night, and he just grabbed me, bent me over his desk and fucked me hard for five minutes before cumming hard. He must have been pulsating in my pussy for over a minute as he filled me up. I grabbed some tissues from his desk and went to the ladies to clean myself up and put a sanitary pad on.

When I got home, my fiancé was waiting for me and, due to the sunny weather, was as horny as fuck. Before I could resist, he had me on the couch, pulling my knickers off. He stopped when he saw I was wearing a pad and asked why as he knew I had been on my period the previous week, and he had fucked me the night before. I had to think quickly; I said that I still had his junk dripping out of me in the morning, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him at work, which also made me very wet thus, I had to wear sanitary protection for the day.

He called me a very naughty girl and went down on me; I knew he was licking my boss’s spunk out of me; I don’t know why but this really turned me on, and I came from him just licking me out. I also enjoyed having another cock in me so soon after being used by Phil. He even commented that I was very wet; I again said it was due to thinking about him and the weather. His following comment nearly caused my heart to stop. He said it felt almost liked I’d been fucked by another man, and he was getting “sloppy seconds”. Strangely, though, this turned him on; however, I was having problems breathing as my panicking heart was beating so quickly.

We sometimes talk dirty to each other, he loves it, and I sometimes get off on it too. My lovely fiancé was calling me a dirty whore for being fucked by another man. He asked me to tell him what the other man had done to me. I said I’d met a sales rep at work, and he had taken me to his car to show me some samples and had pushed me into the back seat. I said he had ripped my knickers off and, without asking, just fucked me bareback like a whore on his back seat and filled me with his sperm. My fiancé was getting off on this and eventually came out of his brains.

Afterwards, I asked him what had brought all this on? He said he’d long had a dirty fantasy about watching me being fucked by another man; he apologised if he’d offended me. He said he imagined he was licking his own spunk from the night before, and the thought just popped into his head that it was another man’s, and then his dark fantasy just took over.

My fiancé rang at work today and asked me if I was wearing a sanitary pad today and, if so, to leave it on when I arrived home as he would like to do another roleplay if I was up for it? He asked if the sales rep was due back today, I coyly said yes. He then said he wanted to hear all about it when I get home. I do hope Phil is working late tonight :)

Sleepover Confession

I love my best friend. She is funny, kind, generous, loyal, and a joy to have in my life. We have been on double dates, holidays and many social events together. We are both rampant heterosexuals.

One weekend after a night out in local bars, we ended up back at my parents’ house and shared my bed. We had done this many times over the years, especially when we were at school together. We usually laugh, chat and put the world to rights whilst we cuddle in bed. However, this one night, things changed; lines were crossed for the first time, and as a result, I’m shocked and confused.

It started as normal chatting about our friends and future partners. We were both in our PJ’s lay in my double bed in the early hours of the morning. Maybe due to the alcohol or love for my friend, my hand somehow found its way into her PJ bottoms. My best friend didn’t seem to notice at first and just carried on giggling about some story she was telling me. She stopped talking when my finger entered her vagina. The silence crashed about us, and the atmosphere just changed. I started to kiss her like a boyfriend, and for the first time, I had my hands on all her intimate feminine places.

Over the next hour or so, without a word being said, we made love to each other. We were both naked, and we touched, kissed and sucked every part of each other’s bodies. I touched and tasted another girl's pussy for the first time and loved it. I came several times, as did my friend. I have never felt so sexually satisfied in my life. I now don’t know what I am? Am I gay, straight, bi or none of the above? I still dream of boys and cock, but I also dream of having another night with my best friend.

My Father And My Panties

This happened some years ago in my late teens. I love my Dad; he’s a special guy, unlike my bitch mother. She first left when I was a kid and again later when I was in my teens. I know she’s been unfaithful and has put my lovely father through hell.

I am a daddy’s girl, and I’ve always had a great relationship with him. He is even caring, loving and a gentleman. All my friends love him, and he has a reputation locally for helping people who are in need. It’s safe to say I’m very proud of my old man. I’ve no idea why he sticks with my useless mother and keeps taking her back; he’s good looking and could do so much better. I know that must sound strange coming from her daughter.

Anyway, the confession. I came home early one day in my teens as I had my monthly’s quite bad. Dad works from home. He was doing the laundry when I got home; he didn’t know I was there. The thing is, I caught him sniffing my dirty panties! I was initially angry, and I felt betrayed and almost violated. I wanted to confront him and shout, ‘what the hell are you doing’ I watched as he almost reverently touched and sniffed my dirty panties. He was crying? It dawned on me that this was probably the only action he got these days. My mother would still disappear for days on end, and even when she was home, I knew they slept apart.

I have an amazing relationship with my dad, and a few days later, just before going to bed, when I’d processed all this, I spoke with him about what I’d seen. He was mortified that I had seen him and was begging my forgiveness. I told him I understood and was cool with it. We hugged it out, and he said he would try harder to be a better man and father. I told him no need; he was already the best of men.

This is my confession. As I was leaving, I did something I hadn’t planned to do; it was a spur of the moment thing. I walked to the door, and with my father watching, reached under my dress, took my panties off and threw them over to him!

Over the years, I’ve now done this countless times, although I usually leave them in his room or put them on his desk. I have on a couple of occasions come in late or when going to bed repeated taking them off in front of him; we have though never done anything else, nor do I want to. Writing this down, it even sounds odd to me that I do this; however, I love my dad, and I know it’s something he enjoys. I also love the feeling of making him happy.

Sex With My Boss

I had a long-term boyfriend who I loved more than life; we started dating when I was 14, and it lasted until I was 20. He cheated, and I found out, which resulted in a horrible break-up. I was devastated, lonely and my self-confidence hit rock bottom. He was the only boy I’d had any sexual relationship with.

I’ve worked for a company since leaving college at 18. I loved my job, and the business owner, Phil is a great guy; he’s in her 50s, not good looking, and overweight, but he has taught me loads. I was upset following the breakup, and Phil was very supportive, even letting me have some early finishes when my emotions were terrible. It’s fair to say we become very close in the year after the breakup, almost like a second father.

Phil’s wife is terminally ill with cancer; she has diagnosed about five years ago and has had a terrible time spending months in hospital. Phil has been brilliant; he rarely complains at work, but I knew he sometimes felt dreadful.

I was working late one night and heard a noise in his office, so I went to check. Phil was in his office crying; I was shocked and felt so sorry for him, so I went to hug him. As he sobbed, he said that he missed just holding a woman. Anyway, we hugged for about 5 minutes, and then he asked very sheepishly if he could touch me. I didn’t know what to say, but, in a way, I did love him and was grateful for everything he had done for me. I have also really missed the physical relationship with my boyfriend and enjoyed just hugging a man again. I wasn’t turned on at first; however, Phil wears this expensive aftershave I’ve always liked, which smells sexy. I didn’t respond to his request, and I didn’t know what to say. Part of me wanted to please him, but another part of my brain was screaming “no”

As this maelstrom of emotions and thoughts whizzed through my head, Phil started to touch my breasts over my blouse. I initially tensed up, but I liked his large hands squeezing me, and I decided, in the end, to go with it. I’ve never thought of myself as a submissive, although I had the usual teenage dreams of being swept off my feet by a tall, dark, handsome prince and ravaged as a reward for saving my life. His fingers were shaking as he opened my blouse and put his hands into my bra. I adored having his large hands on my bare boob. He knew what he was doing too. He had my nipple between two fingers and was massaging the whole of my tit with his hand at the same time.

He started to kiss me, and I loved the smell and taste of cigar mixed with that sexy aftershave. I was getting turned on; next, he opened my blouse completely and pushed my bra up, releasing my 34C boobs. His lips left mine and sucked on each of my nipples in turn. I loved just surrendering to my boss, knowing I was also bringing him comfort and happiness in my submission. Phil was worshipping my breasts and bringing me such pleasure; he also complimented my tits, stating how beautiful my breasts were, the best he’d ever seen or felt.

His lips returned to mine as I then felt his hand go down to my pantyhose knee and begin its journey up my skirt. This was to going too far; no man except my ex-boyfriend had ever touched me here. Phil’s hand was now at the top of my pantyhose and working down them towards my knickers. I wanted to shout stop but again just went with it. His hand reached my crotch and began to rub my cotton-covered pussy. I could hear the squelching sound my pussy was making; I was loving the feeling of having my secret place rubbed; it felt so very naughty. It didn’t take long before his hand was in my knickers, fingers separating my wet pussy lips. I shuddered when he touched my little love bud. Finger now at my entrance, his fingers were so big, so much bigger than my ex-boyfriend’s. A finger in me and then two.

I didn’t stop him as he pulled my underwear off and laid me on his desk. I gasped when I saw the size of his penis. It wasn’t long like I’d seen in porn movies; however, it was very thick, almost as wide as my wrist. He entered me slowly, which I was thankful for. I’ve never been so stretched out and filled before. I had an orgasm as soon as he was entirely in me. He fucked me for about 10 minutes which was brilliant. I liked being used by my boss, and I liked the feel of his cock in me; I liked the feeling of giving this wonderful man pleasure. Eventually, he sped up, his thrusts becoming urgent. I had never felt so taken in my life. He came long and hard; I could feel his massive cock pulsating in me. I had another huge orgasm as I felt his cum exploding inside my private place.

A couple of days later, my ex-boyfriend turns up, says he still loved me and had regretted what he had done. I initially told him to fuck off, but he then gets down on one knee and asks me to marry him; I said yes. That was all a few years ago; however, although engaged, I’m still having an affair with Phil. I’ve even fucked them both on the same day. My fiancé has no idea his penis must have had another man’s cum on it a couple of times, and once, he even went down on me after Phil had fucked me. The idiot thought I was so wet because of him.

Last Day Of High School Shame

This had bugged me for a couple of years, and I can’t tell anyone. I guess an anonymous confession blog will have to be my priest, so I get finally get this off my chest. I’m female and twenty years old, and on my last day at high school, I did something terrible. I was eighteen years old and quite reserved. I'd had a couple of boyfriends but was at that time was still a virgin. I did, however, really enjoy being fingered but always preferred somebody else doing it. I'd not had a boyfriend for over a year, so I hadn’t got any action in a while. All the girls, including me, had been messing about with the boys, wrestling, hugging to say goodbye. The smell of sweat on some, plus a few of the naughty ones, had copped a feel of my ass, or tits had turned me.

The school I attended was mega old and had initially been segregated boys and girls. There were few signs of the separation left except in the attics. In one of them, which was dark and used for storing stuff, there was still a wall across the middle used to separate the boys and girls parts of the school. To get to each side of the wall, you had to use different entrances to the school as the original corridor had been bricked up. I'd long heard rumours that there were holes in the wall and that when the school was segregated, sweethearts could talk through these holes during breaks. However, the stories had now changed, and in the present these 'holes' were being used for more elicit meetings. Becca, my best friend at the time, really wanted to see the attic and begged me to go with her.

As It was the last day and last chance to see that part of the school, I agreed. As it was out of bounds, we had to dodge prefects and teachers to get there. The attic was large, dirty and relatively dark. It was being used mostly for storage. At the back were chairs stacked high and behind them the fabled wall. We made our way behind the initial barrier of chairs and finally found the wall.

We were surprised to find some 10th-grade girls already there. Two of them were pressed against the wall, and in the dim light, we could see hands coming through holes in the wall. The girls were moaning and seemed to be caressed by the hands, but we couldn't quite make out much more in the light. The three girls waiting looked up at us, unsure what to do with the sight of two 11th graders. One of them then said with some nervousness that we would have to wait our turn. We nodded in return, not too sure what we had agreed to wait for. After a couple of minutes and a few more moans, the same girl who had asked us to wait told those against the wall that their time was up. The girls against the wall pulled themselves away from the wall. We could then see eight holes and various hands popping through them. Four of the holes were high about chest level, and four were low just below the waist height.

Two girls waiting went up to the wall and positioned themselves, so they had four holes between them. As soon as they stood still facing the wall, hands came through once again, feeling their boobs over their shirts and the ones at waist height basically up to their skirts. One of the girls then pulled away, reaching up her skirt to pull her panties down and off. When she returned to the wall, there was a flurry of activity, hands flying up her skirt, which now seemed to be moving with all the action under it. The girl's head was back, and she had her eyes closed. The second girl did the same, removing her panties and returning to the wall. It then occurred to us that this must be either a dare, initiation or a test of some nature. The two girls were against the wall for about three to four minutes, then the other girl called time. The girls who had been against the wall looked dishevelled but also had a dreamy look about them. They looked over at us, and the lead states, "you will have to collect your own money. We are done."
So that's what was going on!!

We then noticed the hands were all through the wall holding money!! We counted about £20 in £5's notes. Becca and I looked at each other with our mouths open. At this point, I was sooooo turned on I'd have stood at the wall for nothing. Becca looked more apprehensive, not too sure, “£10 each, I mouthed to her". She shook her head and mouthed "no" "fucking wimp", I mouthed back to her. I then walked up the wall and took the money, then stood against it. As soon as I had, Becca followed and copied me standing at the wall.

Hands were immediately on me, two on my breasts and the rest up my skirt. At least three were rubbing my panty crotch, giving me a really good pussy rub. After my recent 'dry spell', I was really enjoying all the attention. This was amazing; even though there was no flesh contact, I was close to coming. Becca was also having a great time, although I did notice she had removed her panty's!! I pulled away from the wall and all the groping hands. I also took my panty's off and returned to the wall.
It was like a feeding frenzy of hands that went up my skirt. I had a hand sliding through my pussy lips, and it was then joined by another hand with larger fingers. Another hand was feeling the tops of my legs and then drifting up to my pussy; another hand was between my legs, touching my arse. I think I had two hands fighting over my clit. I had another hand that drifted from my legs to my arse cheeks, giving a little squeeze then running through my pubes over my pussy. It was really lovely, and I was in ecstasy.

The hands around my breasts were now opening buttons on my school skirt and invading my bra. I then had 3-4 hands on my bare breasts, feeling, squeezing and pinching, rolling my nipples between fingers.
Becca then let out a little "woo" I looked over to her, and her head was back and eyes closed. "Becca, you OK" she nodded and mouthed to me ", just got a finger pushed up my pussy" it occurred to me that although there was a tremendous amount of enthusiasm from the boys, they didn't seem to know much about touching a girl. I hadn't had any of the boys really finger me. I was jealous as I loved the feeling of being fingered, and I always came. I started to wonder how old these boys were? Becca then let out a long "mmmmmmm" I knew she had cum. She then fell away from the wall on weak knees.

I was immediately aware of two extra hands on me. One of them was mega confident. He immediately found the entrance to my Vagina and inserted a finger, followed shortly after by a second finger. The two fingers were both fully inserted into my pussy, and I felt like I was floating; the boy then started to move both fingers; had they been outside my vagina, it would be a "come on" motion. Oh my fucking god, this was just fabulous; he was finger banging me directly on my g spot. After a couple of minutes of this kind of attention, I was so close to blowing my stack.

The hand then withdrew and appeared at one of the top holes in the wall. It was then thrust into my face and lips; the dirty sod wanted me to suck his fingers. I could smell my pussy on his fingers. I didn't need much enticing before I started sucking my pussy cream from his fingers. He then returned to my pussy, pushing two fingers inside me, giving my g spot some real attention for a couple of minutes, then presenting his fingers again at my mouth to suck, intoxicated by the smell of my pussy I licked off all my pussy juices. The confident fucker then pushed all the other hands off my tits and gave them a good mauling squeezing my nipples in a mixture of pain and pleasure before returning to my pussy.

I was totally under this guy’s spell; although I must have had six or seven pairs of hands-on me, I was only aware of two ..(continue confession)