Sharon
The Birthday Party
Last night was my birthday and some of the girls from my condo building took me to a male strip club and we got pretty raunchy! I’d never been to a male strip club before and some of the male dancers were pretty good looking, such fantastic bodies on them, you wouldn’t believe. This one dancer was very attentive to me, they told him it was my birthday and he put on an extra special show for me and after the dance was over, he gave me a matchbook with his number on it. I put it in my purse but didn’t think much of it.
A few hours later as I was getting ready for bed, my roommate was out for the night so I had the room to myself for a change. I was honestly a bit tipsy and was fumbling through my purse for something and the matchbook came tumbling out with the strippers number on it. It was nearly three am, surely I couldn’t call at this late hour, but he’d been so good looking, and he wouldn’t have given me the number after all if he hadn’t wanted me to call, right? So half in the bag though I was, I dialed the number and he answered on the second ring. I mumbled I doubt you even remember me, but I was the birthday girl from earlier in the evening. He said of course he’d remembered me and he’d actually been hoping I’d give him a call.
He then started asking me where I was sitting, if I was still in the same out from before and getting more and more personal with each question. Then he asked me if I’d touch myself for him. I didn’t even think about it, I just did it and it felt really good. He was obviously very good at this and I’m betting had gotten lots of ladies to do this and had me cumming explosively in no time flat. I was so turned on, he had me do it again and that time he joined me and we came together. He asked me if I was free the next night and would I like to go out with him, it was so hot, I of course said yes, so I’ll have to keep you up to speed on my date with the male stripper!
Are You There, Santa?
My boyfriend had a bit of a silly roleplay idea. I’m not much into roleplay at all, but it is Christmas Eve, so I thought for his sake I would go along with it. He wanted to pretend to be Santa Claus and I was to play a young girl creeping down out of her bed to see if Santa had placed my presents under the tree yet. Ok, I will play along. I’m kind of glad I did after how it turned out. I crept down the stairs and saw him taking presents out of his sack and laying them under the tree.
I was wearing some sexy lingerie I’d gotten for the occasion he hadn’t seen yet. He turned around when I asked him if that was Santa in the dimly lit room, only the light of the Christmas tree lights to light the room. He stood up and gasped at what I was wearing, I knew it was a gasp of approval. He came over to me and I ran my fingers through his beard and he smiled. He sat down and pulled me into his lap and asked me if I’d been a good girl or a bad girl this year. I leaned in and whispered very bad, but that wouldn’t affect my getting any presents, would it? He chuckled and said not the kind of present he had in mind for me!
He had me stand up and told me to strip down, there wasn’t much to remove. Then he took off his Santa outfit and told me to lay back on the rug in front of the roaring fireplace. He knelt down with me and I could feel his hardness against me. I opened my legs wide for him and he slid his cock inside my already hot, waiting and dripping pussy. I purred with pleasure as he sank his cock into me and began to make love to me. I reached down and gripped his ass cheeks and pulled him even deeper inside of me and wrapped my legs around him to hold him tightly against me. I could feel his breath on my neck and my hard nipples against his chest. His cock easing in and out of me with every quickening stroke. It didn’t take me long to cum all over his shaft, and he soon shot his load into me, on Christmas Eve, right there beside the Christmas tree in front of the fire. It was a wonderfully romantic and tender moment for us. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good (and sexy) night!
I’m On The Naughty List
Every year I like to do something very Christmasey. I volunteer at the mall for a day dressed as Mrs.. Claus to help greet the children going to see Santa. It’s usually quite fun. This year however, it turned a bit more naughty than I thought it would. One of the “elves” was a very cute high school senior that just turned eighteen. He looked so cute in his little green outfit and tights, and I could tell he had a fantastic body. I told him on my way home that I asked Santa for something very naughty that year. He grinned and asked what I’d asked for. I said I wanted a frisky elf to play with!
He laughed and asked if he was the frisky elf. I said yes, would you like to come home with me and have some egg nog? He couldn’t resist a horny, older woman coming on to him. We got to my place and I poured us some egg nog. We sat and admired my Christmas tree and I put on some sexy Christmas music played with a sax, what’s sexier than a sax? So he knew I was warm for his form, so he wasted no time in reaching over and putting his hand under my skirt. He teased my pussy lips through my damp panties and he could tell how turned on I was.
We walked to my bedroom and stripped out of our costumes and were soon naked on my bed. My little Christmas elf had quite the lovely young cock and I soon was touching it and sucking on it as he groaned in pleasure. He told me to sit on his face, and he was soon tasting my sweetness and driving me wild. He might have been young, but he was very talented in his sexual skills. I soon got on his cock and sank down onto it, bucking back and forth, teasing my clit against his young shaft and dripping all over him, making him a sloppy wet mess. I soon came all over his dick and then my orgasmic contractions soon triggered him to shoot his young seed inside of me and I was feeling him go off inside of me, it was so sexy. I told him I wanted to see him again, and he said he’d be happy to come over any time I wanted him to. Christmas came a bit early this year for Mrs.Claus.
Weekend Getaway
I went away recently for a shopping weekend alone, I deserved it, I’ve been working hard and thought I deserved a bit of a treat. What I didn’t plan on though was the woman in the room next to me having phone sex with her boyfriend on a nightly basis and me sort of too! The walls at this motel were pretty thin, and I could hear her moaning the first night and I quicky discovered what was going on when I knew there wasn’t anyone in the room with her. I could hear how aroused she was and I’d press the glass up to the wall to hear even better.
I could even hear him too since they were talking over the computer and his voice filled the room and I could hear him telling her how to touch herself and little did they know they were having a bit of a virtual threesome on their hands, since I was doing what he told me to as well, and I was enjoying every minute of it. I wanted to go right into her room and tell her I was fucking myself with my fingers the same way she was and doing as her boyfriend told me to do and enjoying it very much. I bet he was a fantastic fuck in bed the way he talked, but I couldn’t let on to her when I saw her in the elevator or anything.
He was very descriptive and I honestly wished there was some way I could get his email or phone number myself and contact him and tell what I’d been listening into every night over the weekend and how I wanted to play with you on my own and not have her around joining us, I know it was crazy to even think that way, but he was really sexy from what I could hear. I do find myself in some odd situations, to be sure. He made me cum very nicely as well as her and he didn’t even know two of us were enjoying his vocal talents.
Phone Sex with My Cousin
I know it sounds kind of kinky, but I’ve been having phone sex with my cousin for years. We fooled around a bit when we were younger, but something always stopped us from going all the way, too afraid our parents would find out I guess. So he started calling me late at night and we’d masturbate together on the phone and it was always super hot. A few times a month we still talk on the phone and get off and it’s hot as hell.
I’ve always loved to masturbate, and my cousin and I used to talk about it, how often we’d do it and where, usually worried someone would catch us and how embarrassing that would be. His mom did walk in on him once and he was mortified, but he’d forgotten to lock his door and she walked in as he was watching porn online and jerking off and he told me about it the next time we played on the phone, her eyes looking back from his cock in his hand to his eyes, dropping the clean laundry she was carrying and running back out of the room in shock.
I laughed about it but he was not happy about it, luckily she never mentioned it and things went on as they were. He loved to tell me how to touch myself and I’d do it for him as well, and we still use guided masturbation on each other to this day sometimes. We can each phone fuck for a long time without getting tired, cumming four to five times before we’ve had enough and are ready to call it a night. Sometimes we talk for hours and it’s hot, I love it and always cum far better when I am talking to him than alone.
