masterslave00
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You're exactly right... And humiliating... But also exciting when things are right...
Ever make a guy cum in his pants?
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justdarrin
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Not that I am aware of. But it has happened twice where I came in my pants. First time was with a guy who was gorgeous, and as we made out in the van I had at the time, when he rubbed his jean covered cock against my jean covered cock, I came. I still blew him and got a taste of his cum.
The other time was getting a lap dance and she just grinded beautifully. That one was embarrassing as my cum was huge and I had a huge stain on front of my pants. Untucked my shirt but still did not cover. I got out of the strip bar quick. Good news, it saved me some money in the end...I guess.
The other time was getting a lap dance and she just grinded beautifully. That one was embarrassing as my cum was huge and I had a huge stain on front of my pants. Untucked my shirt but still did not cover. I got out of the strip bar quick. Good news, it saved me some money in the end...I guess.
easyoff
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Love that first part.
graysilver
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I enjoy an online jack and jill friend. During a hot sexting session she begged me to find a secured spot in a mall parking lot and cream my pants and she jilled her panties with voice sexting back and forth. So fucking good!!!
loveseethrough
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got, that sounds incredibly hot!
was once in bed, fully clothed, with a tiny latina girl. we dry humped each other til she had an orgasm and i shot my load in my undies. it was the hottest non-sex sex i've ever had.
Exhibit7inches
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I was hoping it was a stranger. That is such a a fantasy of mine!Never by accident, but quite a few times on purpose.
Mostly on flights when it wasn't convenient to.. get anything out.
And yes, it's always fun to cause that
Edited to clarify that the recipient was my husband - not some random stranger!
Exhibit7inches
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WOW! You're a dream
This is soooo hot...I had a woman do this to me before but I didnt cum...she was rubbing on my through my pants at the bar though and she was with someone. I think about her to this day
Maybe you can make me cum now ?
Dashabout
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As I've aged I've been more intentional.Maybe you can make me cum now ?
Your photos work their magic
Dashabout
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Glad you enjoy them.
Beth_Anne90
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Dry humping on the living room sofa and saved my virginity for another day! 
Watching a woman dry hump their furniture is very very sexyDry humping on the living room sofa and saved my virginity for another day!
Kitschshaman
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can't believe this is confession time, but once I came and all she was doing was kissing me. No touching, just that ... when it happened it surprised me as much as it did her, but oh my the memory ...
I throbbed and came in pants during a heavy make out session with my them 3rd girlfriend.
She was just stunning beautiful and being close to her and kissing her was all too much
hbcacouple
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Not for years and years.
wankerholic42
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One of my horniest encounters occurred while travelling on the London Underground (The Tube) one morning. It was during the days when I had the daily grind of travelling several stops from my home to work during the morning rush hour. I was about halfway through my journey on a hot summer day and having to strap-hang as there were no available seats.
At one particular station a group of students boarded the train and squeezed their way into our carriage. I found one of them crushed against me, a gorgeous tall blond guy probably who, when he spoke to his colleagues, I deduced to be German as were the others, a mix of girls and boys. I guessed they were students, probably aged between eighteen and early twenties. He gave me a lovely smile and excused himself for being in such close proximity. I said something like: “No problem - this happens every day” then he continued chatting with his colleagues.
His groin was pressed against my backside and after a few minutes and I was convinced from what I could feel that he was getting hard. Nobody could see my hand moving to behind me. Within seconds I felt the bulge against the back of my hand. The carriage was jolting and swaying as I turned my palm outwards and suddenly I was cupping the now fully swelled bulge in my hand.
It soon became obvious the young guy was deliberately rubbing himself against my hand, so I took the bull by the horns (or should that be: ‘the stud by the horn?’) and found the zip of his fly and slid inside his trousers. I groped from outside his underpants his now rock hard prick and it felt very big. I turned my face to his and he looked flushed, but didn’t make eye contact. Was it my imagination or did he lower his upright body slightly to allow me to reach down inside the waistband of his underpants and make flesh on flesh contact with what was obviously a sizeable thick cock? His precum was flowing somewhat copiously and my hand became very sticky as I slid his foreskin up and down in short strokes.
Oh, how I wished I could see his beautiful tool in all its glory, but that was not to be. My own cock was as stiff as a rolling pin and begged to be jacked off, but my free hand was gripping the strap hanging from the train ceiling. Helped by the rhythm of the train my wanking hand only needed a half a dozen slow strokes of the upper half of his dick and suddenly I felt a flow of jizz pumping into my hand. My German “friend” was half way through a conversation and I noticed he suddenly faulted mid-sentence. I wondered whether the girl he was talking to noticed something was amiss.
I had timed things perfectly as the train was rolling into my destination. I squeezed my way out of the carriage, turning back to give the guy a glance. We exchanged smiles, his face looking even more flushed. On the platform I drew my handkerchief out of my trouser pocket to try and clean up my spunk covered hand.
Needless to say, as soon as I arrived at my workplace I headed straight for the toilet, wrapped my rampant cock in the sperm-soaked handkerchief and brought myself off almost as quickly as I had brought the German guy off. I wondered for quite a time afterwards how the satisfied chap coped with spending a hot day still wearing his spunky underpants.
At one particular station a group of students boarded the train and squeezed their way into our carriage. I found one of them crushed against me, a gorgeous tall blond guy probably who, when he spoke to his colleagues, I deduced to be German as were the others, a mix of girls and boys. I guessed they were students, probably aged between eighteen and early twenties. He gave me a lovely smile and excused himself for being in such close proximity. I said something like: “No problem - this happens every day” then he continued chatting with his colleagues.
His groin was pressed against my backside and after a few minutes and I was convinced from what I could feel that he was getting hard. Nobody could see my hand moving to behind me. Within seconds I felt the bulge against the back of my hand. The carriage was jolting and swaying as I turned my palm outwards and suddenly I was cupping the now fully swelled bulge in my hand.
It soon became obvious the young guy was deliberately rubbing himself against my hand, so I took the bull by the horns (or should that be: ‘the stud by the horn?’) and found the zip of his fly and slid inside his trousers. I groped from outside his underpants his now rock hard prick and it felt very big. I turned my face to his and he looked flushed, but didn’t make eye contact. Was it my imagination or did he lower his upright body slightly to allow me to reach down inside the waistband of his underpants and make flesh on flesh contact with what was obviously a sizeable thick cock? His precum was flowing somewhat copiously and my hand became very sticky as I slid his foreskin up and down in short strokes.
Oh, how I wished I could see his beautiful tool in all its glory, but that was not to be. My own cock was as stiff as a rolling pin and begged to be jacked off, but my free hand was gripping the strap hanging from the train ceiling. Helped by the rhythm of the train my wanking hand only needed a half a dozen slow strokes of the upper half of his dick and suddenly I felt a flow of jizz pumping into my hand. My German “friend” was half way through a conversation and I noticed he suddenly faulted mid-sentence. I wondered whether the girl he was talking to noticed something was amiss.
I had timed things perfectly as the train was rolling into my destination. I squeezed my way out of the carriage, turning back to give the guy a glance. We exchanged smiles, his face looking even more flushed. On the platform I drew my handkerchief out of my trouser pocket to try and clean up my spunk covered hand.
Needless to say, as soon as I arrived at my workplace I headed straight for the toilet, wrapped my rampant cock in the sperm-soaked handkerchief and brought myself off almost as quickly as I had brought the German guy off. I wondered for quite a time afterwards how the satisfied chap coped with spending a hot day still wearing his spunky underpants.
