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Lending a Hand, Part 1 [MF] [Long]

Long-time reader, first-time poster. Hoping to make this a regular thing so long as people enjoy! Standard “good stuff starts here: _______” disclaimer applies.

(Upfront admission: this happened long enough ago that some aspects—a.k.a. dialogue—have gotten a little fuzzy. As such, I’ve taken a few liberties to make things read a bit more naturally. But rest assured, the recollections themselves are all true.)

I was in my senior year of university, and my course load was light. Being the go-getter that I am, I decided to get a job—specifically, one that would look good on my CV. After turning over a few rocks and talking to a few friends, I wound up getting a gig with the students’ union. Good work, cool people, and decent pay. What more could a 22-year-old want?

At first, I was sweet on one of the execs—a tall drink of “please sit on my face” named Tessa. Beyond being cute and easy to talk to, she was also the one I worked with the most. But after a couple of weeks, I found myself getting on really well with one of the other VP’s: a curvy redhead named Janice who was as bubbly as she was cool. Played in a band, told funny jokes, and rocked a delightfully tight and faded Velvet Underground t-shirt like it was going out of style.

Since I’d started at the end of May, most of the summer was spent planning the frosh week festivities: booking talent, organizing sponsors, signing up volunteers… that sorta thing. And all throughout, I continued doing my gosh darn best to endear myself to Tessa and Janice. I mean, why not, right? Worst case, I get two stellar references; best case… well, the jury was still out on that one.

September finally rolled around and frosh week went off without a hitch. By the time we got to the final day, everybody involved was buzzing from the combination of success, booze and drugs that had permeated the festivities. A B-level performer (reasonably popular amongst college students at the time) was our Friday night headliner, and man, I’ll tell ya: while some celebrities might be oversized knobheads, he was not. Genuinely great guy who was as nice off the stage as he was talented on it. I can say this with certainty because, after his performance was done and he and his band had helped us tear the stage down, he invited me, Tessa, Janice, and the rest of the team out to one of the bars to celebrate with him and the band. Awesome!

Fast-forward a couple of hours and there we are, drinking and chilling with some seriously cool dudes. Everybody’s having a great time. Out of nowhere, Tessa comes up and wraps her arms around me.

“Thank you so much,” she said. “I hope you know there’s no way we could’ve pulled this off without you.”

“Awww,” I said, returning her hug with one of my own. “It was an absolute pleasure. Working with you guys has been amazingly fun.”

You know how sometimes, even if you weren’t intending for anything to happen, things do? And oftentimes it’s the littlest thing that ends up being the difference between a best-night-ever kinda night an otherwise forgettable one? Tessa’s perfume was that thing. One moment we were hugging as friends. Then I breathed in. Instant erection. Now, I know it’s cliched to say on /r/gonewildstories at this point, but I am bigger than your average bear. By a fair bit, actually. And it didn’t take long for Tessa to figure that out, because by the time I was red in the face and stammering out an apology, she was waving it off as though it wasn’t a thing. We laughed, got another drink, and tried making small talk before deciding to head back to our table where everyone else was. Except right as we were about to turn the corner into the room they were in, Tessa grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bathroom.

She was on a mission. By the time I had both of my feet inside the single-occupant room, she’d already locked the door, set both of our drinks down on the sink, and started undoing my pants.

“Holy shit,” I said, doing my best to sum up the situation.

“This is what being a good guy gets you,” she said as she sunk to her knees and traced by cock from root to tip with her tongue. Then she smiled at me—just long enough for her eyes to tell me that this was going to be one to remember—and took as much of me into her mouth as she could.

My head fell back and my fingers tangled themselves in her hair, and it took everything I had in me not to cum right then and there. She was that good. Up and down, swirling around the top, playing with my balls: she knew exactly what she was doing and when to do it.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groaned. She responded with a moan of her own.

I looked down to see the lower half of her face covered in saliva and pre-cum, her left hand cradling my balls, and her right hand tucked into the crotch of her jeans.

Game on.

I hauled her up off the floor and planted my lips on hers. Our first kiss was as sloppy as the blowjob had been, but easily twice as passionate. Our tongues slithered around one another and tied themselves into knots, and while they did, our hands did everything they could to keep me hard and her wet. After 20 or 30 seconds of the most intense kissing I’d experienced at that point in my life, she pulled back, looked me square in the eye and said, “Fuck me.”

The sink had just enough counter space for me to hoist her up and seat her on it. And as luck would have it, it was the absolute perfect height for fucking. So perfect that I didn’t even have to bend my knees as I eased myself into her for the first time.

“Oh fuck,” she said, grasping my head and pulling me into her neck as I went deeper. “Oh Jesus fuck. Go slow, go slow.”

I’m a big fan of purposeful thrusts. You feel more, they’re more sensual, and every amazing moment seems to last forever. So when Tessa begged me to go slow, I grabbed the back of her head, pulled her forehead into mine, and did just that. Innnnnnnnnnnnn and ooooooooooout. Innnnnnnnnnnn and ooooooooooout. After a couple of minutes of this, her pussy cream was all over my cock and all I could see were the whites of her eyes.

“Uh uh,” I said. “Look at me.”

Once she refocused her gaze, the biggest smile I’d ever seen immediately spread across her face.

“This is so fucking good,” she said. “I can’t believe how fucking good this feels.”

Innnnnnnnnnnnn and oooooooooout.

“I know,” I replied. “You have the most amazing pussy.”

“Oh my God. You’re so deep. I can't—oh God.”

“No, no. Look at me. Look me in the eye.”

“You are so fucking hot. This is so fucking hot. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“We are. You and me, fucking in a bathroom. My big cock sliding in and out of your tight, wet pussy. We’re fucking doing it, Tess. And it feels amazing.”

“Yeeesssss,” she moaned.

Despite being lost in the moment, I had the sense to realize that we’d been in there long enough for a decent line to have likely formed on the other side of the door. So I started thrusting faster.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.”

In and out in and out in and out in and out in and out.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she squealed. “You’re going to make me cum.”

“Yes, baby. Yes,” I said. “I’m close, too.”

“Don’t you dare pull out.”

I didn’t. A few more strokes and she was squirming all over my rod, biting my shoulder and letting out the hottest, most adorable staccato squeals. That’s what put me over the edge. After a couple more strokes, I thrust into her as hard and deep as I could, bear hugged her with all my might, and came. Oh man, did I ever cum. I don’t recall how long my orgasm lasted, but I do remember that after we regained our senses, kissed a little and laughed a bit more, a stready stream of cum waterfalled out of Tessa’s red pussy as I pulled out.

“Well that was fun,” I said, pulling my pants up.

“Fun? That was fucking amazing!” she responded.

We spent a minute or two tidying ourselves and cleaning our puddle of fluids off the floor (what? We’re Canadian). When we were done, we agreed that she’d leave first, and that I’d follow a few seconds later, mile-high-club-style. Another quick kiss and she was out the door.

I looked myself in the mirror and smiled like an idiot before opening the door and stepping out. Luckily, there wasn’t a single person waiting to use the loo. Bonus.

Beer in hand, I rounded the corner and made my way toward our companions. Apparently we’d been in the bathroom longer than I thought, because despite having arrived with 15 or so people, there only appeared to be five or six left: our celebrity matchmaker/musician friend, a couple of his bandmates, Tessa, and Janice.

I took a seat opposite the girls and smiled at them before turning to the guest of honour. As much as I wanted to cozy up to Tessa and convince her to make round two a reality, I knew well enough to play it cool. For now. So instead, I fawned over Mr. Rockster. Now normally, I’d be hella excited to shoot the shit with the guy. I owned most of his albums and considered myself a genuine fan. But the more we talked, the more I felt eyes boring into me from the other side of the table. So the next time I took a sip of my pint, I casually looked across to see what was up.

Tessa, still wearing her biggest-ever smile, was chatting up the bass player. But Janice… was staring right at me.

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“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a week since my last confession.”

You are nervous, conflicted, and scatter-brained as you take your seat. The confessional is dark. You shed your coat and lay it across your lap. It’s warm in the church, in stark contrast to the sharp chill of the outside wind. You pull a hand through your hair, taking a deep, nervous breath, and trying to make yourself comfortable.

“May the Lord help you to confess your sins.”

A month or so ago, your church had introduced a new priest as the standing one retired. He is young, brilliant, kind, and absolutely stunning: tall with deep brown hair falling about his jaw and dark brown eyes. His features are sharp — an angular jaw, deep-set eyes, and high cheekbones. His voice is deep and smooth, even alluring. Slowly, you noticed that you had been allowing your mind and eyes to wander during mass. You started to wonder how strong he is. How soft his hands are. What he smells like when he holds you close to him. What his lips would feel like against your skin. How his body looks under his cassock. How big his…

“My child, are you alright?”

His voice snaps you back to reality, and you clear your throat.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” you hastily answer. “This is difficult for me.”

“Take your time. I am here to listen and guide you down the right path,” he comforts.

Instead of warm, you begin to feel like you’re overheating. His voice alone arouses you, much to your dismay. You fumble with the top button of your shirt, loosening it and pulling at your collar. You try to ignore the carnal desires of your flesh, but your slacks are beginning to feel a bit tight.

“I have uhm… been having impure thoughts, Father.” Your hands begin to shake, nervous about how this will cause him to view you. He has seen you many times at the soup kitchen, and he knows you participate in a lot of local charity. For reasons you can’t seem to place, you care a lot about what he thinks of you.

“I see…” he hummed. There is a long pause as you fiddle with the rosary in your hand. “Have you acted on these desires that are driving your thoughts?”

“No,” you fib. Even in this confessional, where you are supposed to pour yourself out to the Lord, you cannot find the bravery to admit that you have acted on these desires. But you do it alone, where no one knows the vile things you fantasize about.

“Hm… well. Everyone has lustful thoughts. It is natural, as we are born with a sinful nature. It happens to us all.” His voice is calm and comforting. Your imagination runs wild with more questions yet again.

“Even you, Father?” You say it before you can manage to stop yourself. The tinges of curiosity got the best of you. You tell yourself that it’s for own comfort — to know that you aren’t alone in your thoughts and struggle with them. But under the surface, part of you yearns to know what he thinks about when he’s alone, with no other outside influence. You wonder, does this servant of God have the same sinful thoughts? Does he have to repent for the same sins? And even more so — am I the reason?

“Yes, my child. Even me. I, too, have been born into sin. I am human, just like you.” You wonder what he likes… his preferences. If he likes it rough or if he’s more of the gentle kind. What words he would whisper to you while he touches you. You wonder how he sounds when he cums.

You finally work up the courage to look at him through the screen. His eyes are serious, but not judgmental. He is beautiful in the dim light of the confessional. With your eyes locked together, the sparks inside you catch, and you have decided you are no longer here to be cleansed of your sins. You are here to give yourself over to them.

But this man has taken very serious vows. He has made unbreakable promises — to himself, his colleagues, his superiors, his congregation… and to God. You know there is no way that he would throw all of that away. You recognize that these desires are one-sided killing that flaring spark in your mind, but oh, how you crave him. At this point, you can deny it no longer.

“This is a heavy and serious topic with many complexities. This conversation may take a little while to get through. We may want to meet about this in a more private setting, where I have more time to tend to your concerns. Would that suit you?”

“Yes.” You answer quickly. So much so, in fact, that you blush, embarrassed once again.

“Wonderful. In an hour, I will meet you here again, and we can discuss this in my study. Peace be with you.”

“And also with you.” You take a deep breath to calm yourself. “Thank you, Father.”

As you sit in the chapel waiting for him, your mind races. Your mind is occupied with images and ideas most disgraceful. The way he would feel deep inside you, crying out in ecstasy. How beautiful his bare body would look in the low, orange-yellow glow of the study lamplight. What he may do with you when you are alone, with only God to judge. Your body is filled with can ache that only he can satisfy. You pray for release.

Soon after, you are on your knees in his study, hands clasped together in front of your chest, rosary tangled in them.

“The best thing about our Savior is that he is all-forgiving. No matter what horrible things you may think or say or do, you can always seek him for forgiveness…” You open your eyes and see his cassock falling off his shoulders as he glides it off. Under it, he wears black pants and a black button up shirt.

You feel yourself getting hard all over again. Your heart is absolutely racing. In this moment, with him towering over you, you come to the jarring conclusion that you do not want him despite the fact that he is your priest. You want him because he is your priest.

He places a hand on top of your head. You tilt your head slightly back, welcoming his touch, and feel the cold beads of his rosary resting on your forehead. He closes his eyes to pray, and you do the same. His hands are soft and warm, tender and comforting. His cologne is intoxicating. Your mind begins to stray yet again, but his soft, yet authoritative voice brings you back in.

“Lord, forgive us for what our flesh leads us to do.”

You repeat his words in your head… ‘us?’ Before you have time to question what it may mean, you hear the quiet ringing of a belt buckle and open your eyes to see him unbuttoning his slacks, his belt loose and undone. He looks down at you.

“Is this the kind of cleansing you have come here for?” He coos. You freeze, afraid to answer. But he comforts you again as he pulls his boxers down just enough. “It’s okay. You can tell me. It’s just between me, you…” he spits into his hand, “…and God.”

You nod, hands still folded in front of you. Inside, you are melting. He wraps his fingers around his big, thick cock, slowly and gently stroking as you watch. With the other hand, he gently holds your jaw, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. The rosary is still tangled in his fingers. You admire him, in all his filth and sin. This is what you wanted. What you were desperate for. What you thought about and touched yourself to in the shower. What you dreamed about last night. This is it.

“Stay still. Just open your mouth.” His gentle instructions are your permission. He teases your tongue, barely allowing you to taste the tip of his dick. Your mouth waters as you gently suck on it, watching heavenly pleasure wash over his face. If this is sin, why does it feel like such a release? A victory? A relief of so much painful tension? Why does it feel so good? His once gentle fingers grip your hair as he lets out a soft moan, wiping your mind clean of all these worries and stresses. You decide will let him guide you. “That’s it… let me cleanse you, my child… from the inside out.”

It means they haven’t removed my testicles yet

My brief period of running away at late 16 almost 17 and being homeless for a few months was the most terrifying of my life , I did it because I thought it was easier to take myself away from those who I seem to constantly disappoint and hurt ,I knew legally at 16 not much interest from authorities would be shown , I was legal age to do what I want after all , I hadn't shown my side that could make them think I was not stable so , in my mind it was best for all ....it was also Easter.

I knew I was in trouble

I was cold , shivering and holding back tears as 4 older men surrounded me, all atleast 50ish and of all shapes and sizes , " Hello , are you ok young lady ", I brought my knees up further to my chest as I remained sat on the cold wet floor with my back against the stone wall....I mumbled out a " I'm ok, just waiting for someone to pick me up , they are on the way and told them i would meet them here "

I knew I was in trouble

2 of them knelt down in front of me , somehow it made the 2 standing seem even taller , their soft voices of care did nothing to soothe me , the guy kneeling Infront introduced himself as Bill , he was about 58 , just under 6" tall , probably a good 17 /18 st with beer belly peeking out from an ill fitting polo shirt and a scruffy greying beard , he introduced the others , I couldn't decide if they were real names or fake , I sort of felt real at the speed he rattled them off pointing to each , Colin , Steve , Tony , I didn't raise my head , just my eyes to sort of greet each one, Colin , probably mid 60s , tall and a wirey , clean shaven and dressed in a way that just screamed I' m down with the youth , I'm still young n hip ,Steve looked the youngest , maybe late 40s early 50s , slimmer still , receding hairline and Tony clearly the eldest at around 70+ , shortest one and again a prominent beer belly and dark whispy hair as he was trying to hold on to remains of it .

I knew I was in trouble

They seemed friendly and concerned ,none had bought my story of waiting for friends to come get me , and yes it was a stupid excuse as pointed out why would I be hiding away on the dissused part of the old rail lines near the blocked up tunnel where no cars and no people were . I held back tears though trying to not show weakness as I stuck to my excuse of someone was coming for me , yet each using soft voicing and the promise of help continued their attempt to gain my trust. The promise of food and warm shower , comfy bed after 4 days of having nothing was tempting even though every part of me screamed no inside . But fear and hunger make you do stupid things as I reached out my hand to be helped and pulled up off the floor .

I knew I was in trouble

3 seemed to hover close around me while 1 was in a late night take away , I was soon walking down unknown streets being turned left and right as we walked but all I knew was the 1st warm food in days ,it was one of those knock off KFC type foods , the kind with like super chicken or chicken king on a box that was made for 2 people , but I tore each bits to pieces , cramming hand full of chips into a stuffed mouth , it had eased my tension as I spoke more on them questioning of how I ended up where I was , the food had let all my defence's drop ...so much I didn't pay attention entering a garden and upto a front door.

I knew I was in trouble

" come on in , you'rer safe , I promise " said Bill , I didn't seem to have a choice as the other 3 were so close in such a small place almost guiding me inside into the dark hallway and then the click of the door behind in the dark one of them added " don't worry young lady , you can have nice bath , warm drink , we can clean your clothes and in the morning we will give you a bit of cash to get bits you need and we will help you , maybe go have a word with local council and see if we can find you something safer than a bridge to huddle under . I breathed heavy fighting back tears and wondering if they were just nice helpful guys , after all nothing sexual had ever been hinted at , no sooner had I thought that , things changed . In the dark as I heard coats being taken off there was an " accidental " push on my back , too hard to be real accident as I fell forward and lost my balance landing on some stairs which stopped me hitting the floor " oooops " laughed one guy followed by a " oooh while your down there " innuendo as a hand reached out to pull me back up , once on my feet he guided me into a living room , well lit , warm with average furniture , musky and smoky smell , however Bills hand in guiding me in there had moved from my back , down onto my arse.

I knew I was in trouble

I was spun around while the other 3 made their way into the room , 1 sitting on the sofa , 2 on chairs , even though 1 had a matching arm chair , the other was a simple kitchen chair , Bill pulled me towards him and my hands went up in defence but they did nothing " a simple thank you young lady " as he pushed his lips onto mine , his tough beard scratching my face as he kissed me , pushing his tongue briefly into my mouth , I did not respond , just let him wiggle it around in there before he pulled out and stepped back , sitting on the sofa ,as I remained stood in the centre of the room , despite its warmth , I was shaking ,a fake smile and my attempt to compliment the decor and say thank you to them all was cut short .

I knew I was in trouble

A booming loud " STRIP " made me jump and my eyes squeezed shut ...another " COME ON GIRL ..STRIP " , I muffled " I need to use the bathroom " from me was again overwhelmed with the booming voice " STRIP" ...." Slowly girl " . My hand shook as I started to pull my arms out of my jumper , at that moment where I pulled it over my head , the darkness in there momentarily comforted me , and it also broke the fight of holding back tears as 1 then another ran slowly down my cheeks , pulling off the jumper I wiped them away , not wanting to show my full weakness and fear , my long rather grubby knit skirt was next as I slowly pushed it down my legs and into the floor , crouching down to undo my cheap knock off Dr Martin boots , sitting on the floor to pull them off and standing myself up , my white bra , light blue knickers and black tights were all that was left as I stood , rubbing my arms and looking at at the floor ....."STIRIP...ARE FUCKING DUMB GIRL STRIP MEANS STRIP" , the boom voice instantly switch to soft and caring " you do want our help don't you sweetheart ..more food , shower , warm bed , maybe even £50 in your hand ...you want a cup of tea ... Colin, make the poor girl a cup of tea " as he got up and went to the kitchen area , " now ..carry on love , keep stripping" .I slowly reached around and unclipped my bra , pulling it off but keeping my arms over my boobs , turning around so they couldn't see as pulled down my tights , stepping out , then hesitating as I hooked my thumb's into my knickers and then with a deep breath , i slid them down ...turning back around , my arm across my tits and the other dropped down hiding my vagina , I had nothing to wipe my tears . " That's it girl , let us take all of that pretty body in , fuck that's a sexy body " as each one took off their shirts , and reached down , pulling out their cocks and rubbing them slowly as they just stared at me . Bill again was the one to speak , more like shout " COME HERE GIRL " , his finger slowly bekond me to him as he shifted his hips forward , spread his arms across the back of the sofa, " you know how to thank me properly " , I shuffled forward and slowly got on my knees , quick motion of wiping my face with back of my hand , his cock poking out from under his belly, it was very hairy with very large balls hanging below , " be good and we will be good to you darling " as I looked at his smirking face , the strong smell of sweat filled my nostrils as his hand moved and pushed my head down , my closed lips letting the tip of his cock , " open up " he whispered ,as soon as my lips opened slightly he pushed down on my head and thrust his cock to the back of my throat , his cock was thick and I gagged but tried to move my head in rytham of his hips so it slid more easily in my mouth , I did the bare minimum blow job possible , " I can't feel that tongue " he barked , I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock , deciding if I made him cum quick it will be done quicker , I pulled his cock from my mouth , running my tongue down his shaft and back up , pulling his foreskin down and swirling the top in my mouth before plunging it all back , clamping my lips fully around it and sucked it in and out my mouth , the noise of my cock sucking and slurping filled the room as he breathed heavy , I then felt hands on my arse , gripping it , sliding underneath and without caution finding my pussy and 2 fingers pushed in deep as a slap hit my bum cheeks , " Bill , Don't hog the girl " as my hair was pulled hard so Bills cock came out my mouth and guided onto the eldest guy Tonys cock , it was wrinklier but bald all over ..not a public hair in sight , much longer than bills but also much thinner as my mouth instantly pushed down onto it , I carried on just sucking , it was hard with a bigger head and I could seem to feel the veiny texture underneath on my tongue , even though I didn't have control over it , the bits of drool that came from the sides of my mouth while sucking on his dick made him shout to the others " look, this bitch is loving it ".

I was ordered to suck it as fast and deep as I could , my head bobbed quickly up and down , it hitting the back of my throat each time making me gag ,as I did I felt soft kisses on my arse cheeks , heading up my back and whispering in my ear " that's good , you enjoy that cock darlin, you suck that cock nice and deep " , his hand was running over my arse cheeks , spreading them and finding the entrance to my ass , his finger swirled it and then I grunted a little as he pushed his finger into it , I didn't even notice the spunk now flooding into my mouth ,and I tried to swallow but wasn't ready , it also ran out and I gave a gag noise while finally swallowing what I could , an arm under my waist lifted me and moved me so easily over a foot stool , it pushed into my stomach , Bill knelt in front of me , shoving his cock all the way back into my mouth , his belly squashing my nose , I struggled to breath as he held it " fuck that little pussy " but Steve spoke back quickly " sod that ..have you seen this bitches arse , its fucking amazing , that's getting my cock 1st " I tried moving my self but my attempt was swept away by him , I pushed my hands onto Bills belly to try push back as his cock was fully down my throat but I was pinned and gasping for limited breath , I gave whimpers as I felt the head of his cock start to wiggle and push his way to my arse , it was dry and the stinging started instantly , almost a burn as I clenched my cheeks , but he spread them and suddenly the pop as his head broke through and opened my arse hole up , to which he just carried on pushing deep , my eyes steamed with tears , he barely paused once he was fully inside before pulling out and hammering back in , a rush of air as Bills belly gave away , in systematic rytham they fucked my throat and my arse , a surreal moment as through side of my eyes Colin placed a cup of tea down on the floor , despite it only being moments , it felt an eternity to be sandwiched in between them , I 1st felt his cock push as deep as can be and he was emptying his spunk inside my arse , holding himself there till all he had was deep in there . He pulled it out slowly with a sloppy sound , coming round to the side and grabbing my own jumper n wiping my arse, it was clearly bleeding a little , Colin slid instantly behind me and shoved his cock into my pussy , which he vigorously pounded , his body slapping against me made my arse hurt even more , but very soon he was filling up my pussy with his cum , right on that moment Bills pulled out my mouth and unloaded his torrent of spunk all over my face , wiping the remnants on my lips ..." Have a sip of your tea darling before it goes cold " , I didn't want to sit because my arse was full on hurting but I grabbed the tea and had a drink as they sat down and left me alone ,nobody said a word for a good 5 minutes until Bill said " well..that's certainly a nice way to thank us for helping you with the food , I'm sure you will be eager to thank us for letting you have a bath , letting you sleep in a warm bed and our generosity of giving you a bit of cash , you are a lucky girl " , I tried my best not to cry , turning my head away as the tears ran out , I wanted to scream but I was too scared .

" go run a bath for her will you " he said to one of the guys , "'shes needs to get nice and clean "

I knew I was in danger .

Please. The estrogen you feed/inject me with will work faster

BIGGER NEW LIST OF SEX QUESTIONS

This is a mix of all the best questions I’ve come across on here, with a few new ones suggested by my mutuals.

They’re are all in a random order so you won’t know which ones are being asked…

And they’re meant to gender neutral and for all ranges of experiences! (Let me know if any aren’t and I can edit it)

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Tag your biggest tumblr crush.

Do you eat ass? Do you like to have your ass eaten?

Have you washed your hands since you last had an orgasm?

Have you ever posted a nude to your own blog?

What’s the best orgasm you’ve had in the past few months?

Have you ever masturbated to someone you know who isn’t your partner?

What’s the soonest after meeting someone that you’ve slept with them? 

What position or angle or specific technique never fails to make you cum?

When was the last time you watched porn?

What is the hottest thing someone has ever done with you in bed? 

Do you prefer tongue or fingers? 

Are you a top/dominant a bottom/submissive or a switch?

Have you ever had your own underwear in your mouth? Have you ever had someone else’s underwear in your mouth? Has your underwear ever been in someone else’s mouth?

What’s your go-to nude pic to send to someone. Describe the angle, lighting, body part etc.

Do you ever suck on a dildo while you masturbate?

Do you have a sideblog? Is it more or less NSFW than this one? Is it secret or can we see it?

Has anyone ever watched you masturbate live online? Have you ever watched someone masturbate live online?

Do you have anyone from Tumblr’s nudes on your phone right now?

What underwear do you have on right now?

What’s the most surprising discovery you’ve made about your own body?

Has a neighbour ever seen you naked? Did you like it?

What’s the hottest sex dream you’ve ever had?

Have you ever watched people having sex?

Are you open about your sex-life and sexuality?

Does anyone you know in real life know about this blog?

Do you have any of your own nudes on your phone right now?

When was the last time you had sex?

Have you ever masturbated to any of your friends? Do you think any of your friends have ever masturbated to you?

Describe a typical masturbation session.

How do you feel about threesomes? Have you ever had one, and if not, would you ever have one?

What’s something that turns you on, but you’re a bit embarrassed by?

What is the wildest fantasy you ever had that actually came true?

Have you ever gotten turned on at work (or while WFH)? What did you do about it?

Do you listen to audio porn?

Have you ever touched yourself at work?

Are you loud or quiet when you masturbate?

Do you own any toys? What’s your favourite?

Have you ever confessed to someone that you got turned on by them? What about masturbated to them?

Do you have anyone else’s nudes on your phone right now?

Have you ever hooked up with a stranger or had a one-night stand?

Do you like being called a slut or whore in bed?

Have you ever been caught or walked in on while masturbating? Have you ever been caught or walked in on while fucking?

How do you feel about swinging or partner swapping? Does the idea turn you on?

Have you ever masturbated to a mutual’s selfies before? Tag them if you dare.

What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever asked someone to do while sexting?

Has anyone ever watched you masturbate in person? Have you ever watched someone masturbate in person?

If you had 5 mins alone to get yourself off right now, without your phone, what would you do and what would you imagine?

Have you ever sent a nude via DM here?

What’s a sex act you think is overrated? What’s a sex act you think is underrated?

When did you last have an orgasm? How did it happen?

Do you shave your pubic hair?

How often do you masturbate?

Where’s the most unusual place you’ve masturbated?

What’s the most amount of times you’ve orgasmed in a day?

Have you ever been so turned on that someone noticed?

Have you ever masturbated with someone?

Have you ever gotten cum on your clothes before? Did anyone see that shouldn’t have?

Have you showered since you last had an orgasm?

Who’s the most inappropriate person you’ve ever had a fantasy about?

Have you tasted yourself? If so, what did you think?

Have you ever masturbated to someone you know’s selfies before?

How long do you usually masturbate before you cum? 

What’s the weirdest porn category you’ve ever searched for?

Are you noisy?

What are your top five favourite blogs to masturbate to? Tag them!

Describe your nipples. What colour are they? What size are they?

If you had 5 mins alone to get yourself off with porn right now, what would you type in the search bar?

Have you tasted your own cum? Did you like it?

Are you masturbating right now?

Would you like to watch your partner have sex with another person? Would you like to have your partner watch you with another person?

Start typing out your dirtiest fantasy you can think of and don’t stop til you get so embarrassed you can’t go on any longer. Just make sure it’s actually something you’re into!

Would you ever fuck a couple?

Would you do a cum-walk?

Have you ever had an orgasm that you weren’t expecting?

What’s the messiest you’ve ever got when masturbating on your own?

Have you ever worn lingerie?

If you could fuck anyone at all right now, who would it be? Do you know them in real life? Do they know you like them? 

Which mutual would you most like to fuck right now? Do they know? Tag them if you dare!

What’s the last object you put into your own body for sexual reasons?

Do you have any recurring fantasies you keep coming back to? Do you think they’ll ever happen?

Where’s the most unusual place you’ve had sex? Did you cum?

Have you ever been made to/made somebody beg for it?

What’s your dirtiest secret?

What’s the most embarrassing porn you like to watch?

Have you ever put your finger in your own ass?

Do you like slapping someone’s face? Do you like your face being slapped?

Have you ever used panties to masturbate? 

Do you have sex dreams? If yes, when was the last one?

Have you ever slid into someone’s DMs? Did it work? If yes, what was your technique?

Who is the coolest person you follow here? Tag them.

What is your sexual orientation?

Have you ever fucked in public? Where was it? Did you get caught?

Do you have any piercings or tattoos?

Describe your body in a way that would turn us on.

Do you like being tied up?

What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever asked someone to do in real life?

What was your most shame-filled orgasm? Why?

What’s the messiest you’ve ever gotten during sex?

Admit something sexual that you’ve never told anyone else before.

Put your hand into your underwear right now and type a reply to this with your other hand. Say whatever you want, so long as you’re touching yourself as you type.


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