I was recently let go from my job, it wasn’t my fault, it was a staffing thing, I worked for a charity and the funding got cut. Anyway, I was desperate for a new job and I got an interview for an PA position for an editor. It would be a foot in for a good paid position in the future and they would give me a contract straight away.

There was one more girl who made it to the interview and she went into the office first, we chatted a lot while we waited and I knew I was fucked, qualifications wise we were pretty even, but she had more experience than me. I was bummed. But as I watched her walk in, I realized I had something she didn’t. She was very plain, whereas I’ve always been confident with my looks and petite, curvy body. I realized I would have to charm the pants off this man. Literally.

I was relieved when I finally walked in to find he was attractive and just a little older than me, I wouldn’t have been opposed to flirting otherwise, but this fell in my favor.

I put on a pretty smile and I showcased my talents, the interview was going well.

Towards the end the flirting was pretty mutual and he made it clear that something else was on the table. He placed a contract on the desk with my name on it and then nodded towards one of the couches in the room. I’m not stupid and the attraction between us was sizzling, I didn’t hesitate to unzip my dress and drop to my knees.

He was quick to get his shirt off and I was quick to get his pants down and his dick into my mouth. Now this I knew I was good at, I had always had an oral fixation and I got off on sucking cock, it made my pussy throb. His dick was already hard and I could barely fit my mouth around it, but I shoved it in, eager to please him as I sucked and tried to relax my throat.

I fantasized about him fucking me and he thrust his cock down my throat. My pussy was so wet that I was sure I was dripping on the couch.

He roughly pushed my off and shoved his fat cock into me with no warning and bare, I’d never had sex without a condom before and the sensation had me sobbing and coming around him as I felt every inch of him pound me.

Needless to say, I got the job and I have all the added benefits.

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I have to share what happened this weekend, I don’t normally write into sites like these but I’ve been following this blog for ages so I though, hey, why not?

I went out with my friends Friday, I don’t often go out so I thought it would be nice to just relax and have some fun, normally I’m more of a stay at home guy but my mate convinced me it would do me some good.

It did me so much good.

So there’s this chick at the bar giving me these full on sex eyes, I’m not the most confident person in the world but I can tell when someone is basically eye fucking me. I’ve had a few drinks and the adrenalines going, so I’m thinking I might be able to get a grope out of this, or at least get her number. It’s been way too long since I last got laid.

I buy her a drink because, hey man, you never know. We talk, the clubs loud and we can hardly hear each other, but we stand close and I can feel her tits pressed against my chest as we make do by talking directly into each other’s ears. This girl is cute, I’m talking big brown eyes and a cheeky smile and she smells fucking amazing. Her dress is cut low and I can see straight down her top, she’s got these perfect perky tits and I just wanna bury my face in them.

It’s then that I see it, as she takes a sip of her drink gives me one of her cheeky smiles. The tongue stud. It makes it a hell of a lot more temping.

I’m not ashamed to admit that I have a kinda bucket list for my sexual conquests, it’s not wrong to want certain things and man, a cute girl with a tongue stud, that’s top of the list. She has to come home with me.

I’m not sure how, but after about 30 dollars on drinks and some pretty shameless flirting, I somehow I manage to charm her enough to come home with me. I’ve never been so glad to live walking distance from town. In maybe five minutes tops, we’re walking through my apartment door.

She smiles and pushes me back against the door. She’s not shy and I like that. I kiss her, I’ve wanted to do it all night and fuck, it feels so good to finally touch her. I kiss her open mouthed and lift her up, eager to get her to the bedroom as I the warm stud of metal press against my tongue.

“You have your tongue pierced.” I’m not sure how to ask for what I want but she seems to get the hint. She pushes me back on the bed and pulls her dress off, she stands in her underwear and my dick throbs. She’s gorgeous.

“You like that, huh? Want me to suck your big dick?” She climbs on my thighs as I nod and rubs me through my jeans.

She strips my jeans and underwear down and she swallows my dick in one. I struggle to kick them out the way and I rip my shirt off. I’ve got an awesome buzz from all the beer I had and as I lie back I can’t do anything else but moan like a little bitch she sucks my dick like a pro. She sucks it and jerks it, licks my shaft and plays with my balls, all the while that teasing tongue stud spirals around the head of my dick and up my aching length. I grab her hair and fuck her face, ramming my dick down her throat and she does nothing but moan and look up at me with her pretty eyes. I’m pretty sure I’m in heaven. I’ve never felt anything like it.

It takes me everything not to come in her mouth, because as much as I was loving it, I didn’t want it to be over too soon.

Being the gentleman I am, I return the favor, I lick her cunt until she’s begging me to stop, her clit flutters and throbs against my tongue and her hole squeezes around my fingers. I shove my dick into her hole and she’s crazy for it, bucking her hips into mine and moaning like a slut.

I’m proud to say I managed to get her to squirt a couple of times before I finally came. I’m not gonna forget this chick any time soon.

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First Orgasm

On September 24, 2015, in Dirty Little Secrets, Readers Own Stories, by admin

I’ve been reading a lot of first time stories on here so I thought I would share one of my own “first” memories, I’m quite fond of it.

I was always really sheltered and very innocent; I grew up within an honest, Christian neighborhood. So when I went to college it was a huge shock to see how sexually mature and experienced everyone else was. They didn’t falter when talking about casual sex. It baffled me and made me more than a little curious to what I was missing out on. I was too shy to admit I was a virgin and I had no idea about half the things they talked about.

I had moved into an all girl house that was on campus, I didn’t have any sisters so it was hard to adjust to living with so many women but I somehow managed. There was always an argument and the house practically reeked of hormones, none of the girls were shy when talking about masturbation, I just nodded along and hoped they couldn’t tell that I had never even touched myself.

It was a few months in before I found myself home alone, there was always coming or going. I decided to go for a nice long bath, it wasn’t often you could bathe without someone banging on the door. I enjoyed my soak and then tidied the bathroom before I left. I picked up a few of my friend’s towels and dropped them into the hamper; I rolled my eyes at how messy they were. I was shocked to find a bright purple vibrator on the floor under one of the towels. I slowly picked it up; I was curious to who it could belong to. I thought I should be more embarrassed, but maybe the months before that happened had somehow made me more comfortable with sex than I realized.

I quickly shoved it in my toiletries bag and then ran to my room and locked the door. I felt wrong to steal it but I remember being so excited. The vibrator was about 6 inches long and slender, I pressed one of the buttons and it buzzed to life. I panicked and turned it off. I thought about taking it back to the bathroom, it would be easy to pretend that I had never took it, I could throw it on the floor and no one would be any wiser. Instead, I shoved it under my pillow and tried to forget about it.

It was some time before I was alone in the house again, but as soon as I realized there was no one else there I found myself bolting up the stairs with the full intention of fucking myself. I locked my door and lay back on my bed. I slipped the vibrator under my skirt and pressed it against the material covering my pussy. I clicked it on.

I had never felt anything so euphoric. I’d been thinking about doing this since I had stolen it, but it wasn’t what I expected and nothing could have prepared me for it. My pussy was instantly aching for more, as a pleasant sensation flooded me. I felt myself soak my panties and I was encouraged, I roughly rubbed the vibrator against my clit and moaned loudly as I was assaulted by feelings I had never thought possible.

The vibrator glided smoothly between my slick folds and my hole fluttered and ached to be filled. I’d never touched myself there before yet somehow I followed a crazed instinct, I pulled my panties aside and fucked my sopping wet pussy. I sobbed in relief. I had no idea why I had never done this before.

I was in heaven, my skin was alive from the vibrations and I was powerless to stop the sensations running through me. It was like an explosion of pleasure between my thighs. I couldn’t stop the scream that burst from my lips.

By the time I broke out of my orgasmic haze, I realized I was lying with my thighs and pussy twitching and my bed sheets soaked.

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A Stressed Housewife

On September 23, 2015, in Dirty Little Secrets, Readers Own Stories, by admin

I know it’s wrong but I can’t help it, you see, I’ve developed a recent obsession with my window cleaner. It started as an accident. I was grabbing an afternoon shower a few weeks ago while the kids napped, and accidently flashed the window cleaner. He flushed in embarrassment and politely averted his eyes, but I could tell he was interested.

I’m married but my husband is always away on business trips, he’s in Hong Kong more often than he’s home. I’ve been bored since the twins were born and I get no time to unwind, these days my afternoons are like gold dust. It had been a long time since I’d felt any kind of sexual thrill and as I gripped my towel, instead of being embarrassed, I found myself excited. This guy was young, there was maybe a ten year age gap between us, and he was so handsome. He stood in tight jeans, blissfully shirtless as he quickly cleaned the windows. In a way I wished he would slow down and stay a little longer.

The first time it really was an accident, but I can’t say that for every time.

Every week I found myself in that kitchen with an excuse to flirt with the window cleaner. At first it started off with another towel incident, but I gradually got bolder as he stopped blushing and started staring. It started to quickly get out of hand, before I realized it, I was bending over my kitchen table with my shorts around my thighs.

There’s nothing more thrilling than feeling his eyes all over me. It’s like I’m in a day dream as I bend over and show him how I fuck myself. It’s the best stress relief I’ve ever had, and I don’t plan to stop any time soon.

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