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15 min·Jun 22

This all went down a few years ago. I was about 23, and my best friend was Mia. We'd been tight since our senior year of high school, practically glued at the hip. Our bond got even stronger when I started dating the best friend of Mia's boyfriend. Mia and I were always out and about. Most weekends, we'd hit the bars or clubs with our crew of girlfriends. Sometimes our boyfriends came along, but usually, it was just us, living it up. One summer, we planned a weekend getaway to my boyfriend's family's beach house. The idea was to head out Saturday morning and come back Sunday evening. Besides Mia, her boyfriend, my boyfriend, and me, a few other friends from our group tagged along. We ended up with 11 of us total. We rolled up to the beach house around 1 p.m. in four cars. The sun was blazing, so we threw on our swimsuits and hit the ocean right away. After some drinks and a barbecue, we started a rowdy game of beach volleyball in the shallow waves. It wasn't just about the game - there was a lot of playful shoving and "accidental" touches. I felt hands graze me more than once, but I just smirked and kept going. Mia was the same, brushing it off with a laugh. Eventually, two of the other girls bailed, leaving just Mia, her boyfriend, my boyfriend, two other guys, and me in the water. Mia and I were on opposite teams, and the guys loved tossing the ball our way, then diving in to steal it, their hands brushing against us. During one chaotic play, Mia's bikini top snagged on a piece of driftwood, yanking it aside and nearly baring her chest to everyone. She didn't flinch, just adjusted it with a grin while the guys whooped and hollered. They started ribbing Mia's boyfriend, teasing him about her "showing off." He just laughed it off, so the jokes fizzled out. The game kept going, but the guys seemed more focused on tugging at our bikini strings than hitting the ball. At one point, my boyfriend pulled the tie on my bikini top, and it came loose, floating in the waves. I clamped my hands over my chest, laughing as the group howled. Mia was giggling too until her boyfriend yanked her top loose, leaving her exposed. We stood there, covering ourselves, cracking up. The commotion drew the others closer, curious about the noise. They started cheering, and after some coaxing, the two other girls jumped back in. Sure enough, their tops were untied in seconds, and they covered up like us. We started messing around, playfully bumping into each other or covering one another's chests with our hands, all while laughing. The guys were practically feral with excitement. After a while, the guys swam closer, tickling us to make us drop our hands. It was a struggle to stay covered, and I definitely felt some bold moves under the water. Then Mia's boyfriend, Lucas, grabbed my shoulders and dunked me under. I couldn't fight back without exposing myself, so, in a panic, I grabbed him by the crotch, squeezing hard until he let go. I surfaced, gasping, while he groaned, clutching himself by the shore. Everyone roared with laughter when I shouted what I'd done, and that ended the game. We retied our bikinis and spent the rest of the afternoon chilling. But something lingered in my mind - the moment I'd grabbed Lucas. I could tell he was half-hard, and it felt... substantial. Mia had always bragged about him, but I figured it was just talk. Now I wasn't so sure. Later, I ran into Lucas inside the beach house. We started joking about the volleyball chaos, but then he said something that stopped me cold. "I knew you had an incredible body - that grab was worth the pain just to get a closer look." I froze, unsure if he was serious or messing around. Not wanting to seem shaken, I fired back, "Thanks, but I doubt you saw much. From what I felt, though, Mia wasn't lying about you." He stepped closer, pinning me against the wall with his arm. My heart raced - I was terrified someone would walk in and get the wrong idea. "Ava, you've always driven me crazy - today just pushed me over the edge." - "Lucas, don't be stupid - someone could see us, and it'll be a disaster." He didn't back off, closing the distance until I had nowhere to go. His hand slid to my waist, pulling me against him. I could feel his hardness pressing into me through his shorts, warm and unmistakable. My body betrayed me, staying still instead of pulling away. His hand moved lower, cupping my bare skin under my thong bikini. "Lucas, stop - this is a mess waiting to happen." - "Ava, don't play - you feel it too. We've known each other too long to pretend." He wasn't wrong. Before I started dating his friend, Lucas used to complain to Mia about me, saying I was trouble. Mia and I were wild back then - we'd compete to see who could hook up with the most guys at the club. She settled down with Lucas, but I kept at it until I got with his friend. In another world, I'd have jumped Lucas without a second thought. But he was Mia's boyfriend, and she was right outside with my boyfriend and the others. I shoved him back, but he grabbed my arm. "I want you, Ava - I know you'll keep quiet. Let's find a moment to make this happen." He let go, and I bolted to the bathroom, locking the door. I was a mess. The buzz from the drinks was gone, replaced by a storm of nerves. Lucas had just crossed a line, and I was torn - part of me wanted to shut it down, but another part was screaming to give in. Someone knocked - it was my boyfriend, checking on me. I came out, blaming the drinks for my shakiness. We rejoined the group, but I was distant, avoiding Lucas's eyes, my hands trembling. That evening, a few friends left after dinner, leaving just Mia, Lucas, my boyfriend, and me to stay the night. I wanted to flee, to put distance between me and Lucas, especially with Mia and my boyfriend around. By 6 p.m., we were drinking again. The guys fired up the grill, playing cards and sipping beers while Mia and I hung out nearby. After dinner, the others left as planned, leaving just the four of us. I caught Lucas stealing glances, which made my stomach churn. Later, after chatting on the deck, Mia said she was turning in. Lucas followed, making a joke about "seeing if he'd get lucky." My boyfriend and I talked a bit longer before he headed to bed. I said I'd stay out a little, needing air, but promised to join him soon. I needed to clear my head. My thoughts were a whirlwind, and I was already plotting how to make something happen with Lucas. The fear was fading, replaced by a reckless curiosity. I went inside as the bugs got bad and the air cooled. The house was silent. Heading to the bathroom, I tried to hear if anything was happening in Mia and Lucas's room. No sound, but light glowed under the door. When I came out, the light was off, and it was quiet, so I figured they were asleep. My boyfriend was passed out in our room. I lay next to him, wide awake. Then I heard movement in the living room, like someone was slipping outside. My window faced the yard, but the blinds blocked my view. I was sure it was Lucas, confirmed by the flick of a lighter - Mia didn't smoke. My gut told me to go. I threw on a sweatshirt, grabbed my cigarettes for an excuse, and headed out. I barely smoked, so it was a lame cover, but it was something. Lucas smirked when he saw me. I asked for a light and sat next to him, saying nothing. He started to talk, but I hushed him, nodding toward the window. He got it, took my hand, and led me to a bench about 25 yards away, where we could whisper. Before he could speak, I said, "Lucas, not here - nothing happens here. Back in town, we'll meet up and figure it out." He ignored me, grabbing my hand and placing it on his shorts. I didn't pull away, feeling him grow hard under my fingers. I kept my hand there, knowing the darkness would hide us if anyone came out. I started stroking him slowly, both of us silent. He was rock-hard, bigger than my boyfriend's, and my curiosity spiked. I wanted to see it but didn't dare. With my other hand, I tugged his waistband down, slipping inside to feel his warm, pulsing length. He shifted, making it easier. I moved my hand gently, my nerves electric, glancing around to ensure we were alone. Then Lucas pulled his shorts lower, fully exposing himself. His hand pressed my back, guiding me down. I resisted for a second but gave in, taking him into my mouth. His skin was hot, salty, and I felt him throb as I moved, my tongue tracing him. It lasted maybe a minute before I snapped out of it, realizing how insane this was. I sat up, and Lucas groaned, "Don't leave me like this, Ava." I hissed, "Are you out of your mind? " His erection stood there, bold in the open air, while I looked away, pretending nothing was happening. He grabbed my hand again, guiding it back. I stroked faster, feeling his body tense. Soon, I felt the warm rush of his release on my hand. I wiped it on my sweatshirt pocket, stood, and hurried inside. I slid into bed next to my boyfriend, my pulse hammering. The next morning, we acted like nothing happened. It was overcast, so we left after brunch. Lucas barely glanced at me, which eased my nerves. Back to normal life, I thought the beach house was a one-off until Lucas texted me, starting casual but quickly bringing up that night. He didn't beat around the bush, and I didn't dodge. "You said we'd meet up back in town - when's that? " "Lucas, it's too risky - let's just forget it." He pressed, then said, "Tomorrow night, Mia's got a friend's engagement party. You free? " I was - no work, no plans. I caved. "Tomorrow, 7 p.m., meet me at the park by the pier." The day crawled. At work, I was distracted, replaying what might happen. I told my boyfriend I was meeting college friends to prep for a nonexistent summer class. He didn't question it. At the park, I stayed in my car, nerves on edge. Lucas saw me, got it, and climbed in. I was direct. "Lucas, we go to a motel, do this, and never speak of it again." He nodded, a glint in his eye. I drove to a motel I'd been to before, not far away. In the car, Lucas's hand found my thigh, sliding under my dress, his fingers teasing my skin as I gripped the wheel, my breath catching. We barely closed the motel room door before we were on each other, clothes flying off. His mouth crashed into mine, hungry, our tongues tangling as we stumbled toward the bed. I tugged his jeans down, and when his erection sprang free, it looked less impressive than it felt that night, but I didn't care. I dropped to my knees, taking him in my mouth, tasting him as he groaned, his hands in my hair. He started talking, low and rough. "God, Ava, you little tease - how many guys have you driven crazy like this? Everyone wants a piece of you." His words lit me up, my body responding as I worked him, lips and tongue moving deliberately. After a few minutes, he pulled me up, stripping off my dress and bra. He pushed me onto the bed, his mouth on my chest, sucking and biting gently. My breasts weren't big back then, but he devoured them, his tongue circling as his hand slipped between my legs. His fingers moved expertly, slick with my arousal, the wet sounds filling the room. I arched into him, gasping, as he worked me until I was trembling. I handed him a condom, and he rolled it on. I climbed on top, guiding him inside me, feeling him fill me completely. The thought that this was Mia's boyfriend sent a twisted thrill through me, heightening every sensation. My boyfriend didn't cross my mind - this was about Lucas and me. I rode him, slow at first, then faster, my hands on his chest, his hips meeting mine. His hands gripped my hips, guiding my rhythm, his groans mixing with my moans. We switched positions, him behind me, then me on my back, legs wrapped around him. When I sensed he was close, I told him to lose the condom and finish on my chest. I took him in my hand, stroking fast, feeling him pulse as he spilled across my skin, warm and messy. We collapsed, catching our breath, and talked like it was nothing. After a bit, Lucas started touching me again, his fingers trailing over my body. Soon, I was back at it, taking him in my mouth until he was hard again. He grabbed another condom, and with me on all fours, he entered me, deep and steady. His hand teased my backside, a finger circling as he whispered that my boyfriend had bragged about me being open to it. I knew Mia wasn't into that, though she'd tried it with Lucas early on. He tested the waters, but when I tensed, he focused elsewhere, thrusting harder until he pulled out, finishing on my lower back, warm streaks hitting my skin. We lay there, talking about what we'd done. I was firm - this was a one-time thing. But Lucas pushed back. "Ava, we both know this isn't over." It was late, so we dressed and left. I dropped him at his car and went home. For nearly a year, we carried on in secret, behind Mia and my boyfriend's backs. I'd hang with Mia, then make an excuse to leave, meeting Lucas at his place, a motel, or in my car, depending on how much time we had. With my boyfriend, I'd do the same - dinner, a movie, maybe a quick hookup, then I'd say I had to study early. I'd meet Lucas before going home. Other times, I'd claim I was out with work friends. At our peak, we were hooking up two or three times a week, sometimes for just 20 minutes. Once, I went to a motel with my boyfriend, left, and came back an hour later with Lucas. The clerk gave me a knowing look. Months later, I broke up with my boyfriend and started seeing someone from work. Soon after, Mia and Lucas split too, and I phased Lucas out. He tried to keep it going, but without the secrecy, the thrill was gone. The forbidden was what fueled me. Mia and I drifted apart over time. She moved across the country, and we text occasionally, but I haven't seen her in years.

9 min·Jun 9

Mark is a driven professional, 47, and the Chief Operating Officer at the tech firm where we both work. He's married to Claire, 43, a devoted mother to their two daughters. Claire is the epitome of a traditional homemaker - nurturing, quiet, and unassuming, always dressed in understated, elegant outfits that conceal her figure. She's not conventionally striking, but there's a subtle allure in her reserved demeanor, a hint of untapped passion beneath her loose cardigans and flowing skirts that sparks curiosity about what lies hidden. I'd only ever seen Claire with Mark, her shyness keeping her words few, but her fleeting glances - ntense, almost secretive - stirred a primal intrigue in me. I wondered what desires simmered beneath her poised exterior. My chance to find out came at the company's annual holiday gala. After a lavish dinner, a group of us, including colleagues and their spouses, hit a downtown lounge to keep the night going. As a single guy, I was unattached. We danced in a lively crowd, but Mark, who tires quickly of social scenes, soon retreated to the bar with a few others, leaving Claire behind. The music shifted to a slow, sultry beat, and I seized the moment, slipping an arm around Claire's waist. - "Mind if we dance? " I asked. She nodded, her eyes flickering with something unspoken. I pulled her close, her body yielding against mine. Her breasts, firm and warm, pressed into my chest, and I could feel the heat radiating from her skin. I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. - "You look incredible tonight, " I murmured. Her breath hitched, and she melted closer, her hips subtly swaying against me. My hands slid lower, grazing the curve of her hips, and I felt the tautness of her body - ripe with unspoken need. Her response was electric, a silent confirmation of the fire I'd sensed in her. Claire's movements grew bolder, her pelvis grazing mine, feeling my growing arousal. The music's rhythm masked our intimacy, but her quickened breathing betrayed her. I whispered again, - "I can feel how much you want this." Her body trembled, and I could sense her craving release right there on the dancefloor. But discretion won out. - "Let's head back to Mark, " I suggested, guiding her toward the bar to avoid suspicion. Days later, I bumped into Claire at a bustling shopping plaza, both of us tackling last-minute holiday errands. Over coffee, we opened up. She shared that Mark was her high school sweetheart, her only lover. After years of marriage, their intimacy had faded into rare, perfunctory encounters. - "I feel things he doesn't notice, " she admitted softly, her eyes downcast. - "I'm alone most days, with the girls at school. Sometimes I... explore online. It's all I have." Her confession of watching adult videos and pleasuring herself alone fueled my imagination. I leaned across the table, kissing her gently. She hesitated, then leaned in, her lips parting hungrily. Our kisses deepened, tongues entwining, her hands clutching my arms as I brushed my fingers over her sweater, feeling the swell of her breasts. She was a powder keg of desire, but I pulled back, wary of complicating things with Mark's wife. We parted without plans to meet again. Months later, at a weekend corporate retreat in a coastal town, spouses were invited for a Friday-to-Sunday summit. I arrived at the hotel, settled into my room, and joined the group for dinner. Claire sat beside Mark, with me on her other side. During the meal, I let my knee brush hers under the table. She didn't flinch. Emboldened, I slid my hand beneath the tablecloth, resting it on her knee. Her silk stockings felt smooth under my fingers as I inched higher, reaching the bare skin of her thigh. She parted her legs slightly, her breath catching. My fingers grazed her panties, pressing gently against her warmth. Her lips parted, a silent gasp, her eyes darting to mine with raw hunger. I withdrew, not wanting to push too far in public. After dinner, Mark joined a poker game, while Claire lingered with other wives. I sipped a bourbon, watching her. When she stepped out to the hotel's courtyard, I followed after a moment. She stood under a pergola, the moonlight catching her silhouette. I approached from behind, wrapping my arms around her, kissing the nape of her neck. - "You're driving me crazy, " I whispered. She turned, her lips crashing into mine, her tongue urgent. To avoid prying eyes, I pulled her behind a hedge, our kisses growing desperate. My hand slid under her skirt, fingers slipping past her panties to find her slick and ready. I teased her slowly, circling her sensitive core, her moans muffled against my shoulder. She was ravenous, her body screaming for release she'd never known. - "Please, " she gasped, - "I need you now." The setting was risky, but her desperation was undeniable. I unzipped my trousers, freeing myself, and lifted her skirt. She spread her legs, and I nudged her panties aside, pressing against her entrance. Her heat enveloped me as I entered, slow at first, then deeper, lifting her slightly so she could wrap her legs around me. I thrust rhythmically, her back against the hedge, her nails digging into my shoulders. - "Harder, " she moaned, her voice raw. I obliged, driving into her with force, her body shuddering with each movement. Her tightness gripped me, and as she cried out, her climax triggered mine, our bodies trembling in unison. I set her down, handing her a napkin to clean up, which she returned damp before I discarded it. "Go back inside, " I said. - "I'll slip in through the side entrance." Before parting, I whispered, - "Tomorrow, after breakfast, my room. I'll show you what you've been missing." The next morning, I skipped the early session, citing a work emergency. Claire knocked on my door soon after. We barely spoke, our mouths colliding in a frenzy as we tore at each other's clothes. Naked, her body was a revelation - full breasts, toned legs, a form made for sin. I kissed my way down her chest, sucking her nipples until she arched, then lower, my tongue finding her dripping core. I lapped at her swollen clit, her hips bucking as she gasped, - "Don't stop." Her orgasms came in waves, her body convulsing under my mouth. I couldn't hold back. She lay back, legs spread wide, her glistening entrance begging for me. I positioned myself, entering her in one deep thrust. She screamed, - "Yes, like that! " I pounded into her, her walls clenching around me, her cries growing louder until we both shattered, my release flooding her as she trembled beneath me. Fluids spilled as I withdrew, and I left her to recover, rejoining the meeting. Back in the city, I called her Monday, arranging to meet at my apartment the next day. She arrived in lacy black lingerie, a bold departure from her usual modesty. - "I bought it for you, " she said, smirking. It was stunning, but I stripped it off quickly, craving her bare skin. We fucked relentlessly - on the bed, against the wall, her riding me with abandon. Her stamina was insatiable, her body writhing as I took her from behind, her moans filling the room. She begged for anal, a first for her. Using her own slickness as lubricant, I eased into her tight back entrance, her gasps turning to cries of - "More! " as I thrust deeper, her fingers working her clit. I spanked her lightly, her pleas of - "I'm yours! " pushing me over the edge as I came inside her. Our weekly trysts continued for months, but Claire's hunger grew overwhelming. She called constantly, and I struggled to keep up. I suggested she try online dating sites to find others. She did, later admitting she'd found multiple partners to sate her needs. Our encounters dwindled. Three months later, she revealed she was pregnant, unsure of the father but certain it wasn't Mark. Eventually, Mark shared they'd had a son, and I sent congratulations. They later divorced. Two years on, I ran into Claire at a high-end club during a night out with a friend. She was working there, radiant and confident. She claimed the divorce left her comfortable, and she enjoyed the work for the thrill and money. But Mark later told me she'd neglected their daughters, her obsession with sex taking over. He'd hired a detective, won custody, and provided minimal alimony. Needing funds, Claire turned to sex work. She was popular, her client list long. I pointed my friend her way, and he later raved about her skills, vowing to return.

5 min·May 9

The air in the room was thick with anticipation, a sensual ritual designed for unrestrained pleasure. I could feel how much you were reveling in the moment, your breath hitching as you explored me with your lips, your body quaking with delight just from the taste. It was an exquisite, almost magical sensation - the way your mouth alone ignited a spark, sending a shudder through you without even needing more. Your eager, deliberate attention, savoring every inch, triggered a rush so intense it left you trembling, and when my fingers slipped inside, finding that perfect, sensitive spot, you erupted in a radiant, soul-shaking climax, your gasps echoing in the dim light. Your thighs clenched around my hand, your body writhing as I teased your chest, my lips tracing slow, deliberate circles over your skin, tugging gently with just the right pressure. The intensity of your grip was almost painful, your muscles tightening around my fingers as you surrendered to the dual sensations of my touch inside you and the heat of my kisses. You arched, moaning, your voice a raw melody of pleasure, every nerve alight as you lost yourself in the overwhelming bliss. Then, I entered you - thick, unyielding, pulsing with a desperate hunger, craving the way your warmth enveloped me. Your lips parted in a soft plea to shift, to feel me from a new angle, and you moved with a grace that stole my breath, positioning yourself on all fours, your curves an invitation I couldn't resist. The sight of you - open, vulnerable, your body glistening with anticipation - was a vision of pure desire. I pressed forward, sinking into you slowly, deliberately, letting you feel every inch as I filled you completely. Your body responded instantly, a low, guttural moan escaping you as waves of pleasure coursed through you, your hips rocking back to meet me, eager and unashamed. The heat between us was electric, your skin flushed, the rhythm of our bodies a perfect, primal dance. I moved deeper, wanting to lose myself in you, my hands gripping your hips as I thrust with a steady, unrelenting pace. The soft collision of our bodies sent sparks through me, your slickness coating us both as you pushed back, urging me on. The tension built, a delicious pressure coiling inside you, and I could feel it - the way your muscles tightened, the way your breaths turned to cries, sharp and desperate. You were teetering on the edge, and I was right there with you, my own release looming. When I whispered a warning, your voice broke through the haze, urging me to let go. The moment I did, it was cataclysmic - a hot, overwhelming surge that flooded you, triggering your own climax, a fierce, uncontrollable wave that left you shaking, your cries filling the room. Our combined release spilled over, a messy, glorious testament to the intensity, as you gasped my name, claiming me in that raw, untamed moment. Another pulse hit you, your body convulsing, drawing out every last shudder until you were spent. You collapsed, your body still humming with aftershocks, the sensation of me lingering inside you like a fading melody. I slipped away to clean up, my legs unsteady, the evidence of our passion still warm and vivid. You lay there, panting, your skin damp as you wiped away the remnants, pulling a sheet over yourself as the high began to ebb, though the glow of satisfaction pulsed faintly in your core. Reality seeped back in, cold and grounding. You were in a hotel room with a man who'd just unraveled you completely, a stranger who'd mastered your body in ways that left you dizzy. He was an artist of pleasure, making you lose track of how many times you'd shattered in his hands, each peak more intense than the last. Your legs trembled, weak from the marathon, your throat parched from the exertion, yet your body sang with contentment. You could've gone again, pushed further into that blissful abyss, but he was done - his energy spent, his body soft and sated after pouring himself into you twice, leaving you awash in warmth and ecstasy. Your mind was a blissful blank, tethered only to the man beside you, the architect of this euphoric haze. A flicker of frustration crossed your thoughts - why was this so rare, a stolen moment once or twice a month when your body craved it constantly? You murmured a goodbye, your legs barely cooperating as you staggered to your ride. You paid, stepped out, and made it home, collapsing onto your bed after a quick gulp of water to ease the dryness in your throat. Sleep claimed you swiftly, deep and unbroken, your body wrapped in the lingering warmth of satisfaction. Tomorrow would dawn, a new day, but this feeling - this radiant, all-consuming bliss - would sustain you, at least until your body demanded more.

10 min·Sep 12·The Dependence · Part 2

The first rays of light showed that a new day had arrived and Pili woke up first, Cleo was still sleeping, she moved to look at her cell phone to check the time, which woke Cleo up. - You're awake already! - Pili said to her as a good morning. Cleo made an affirmative gesture and they both looked at each other morbidly for a few moments, Cleo got on top of Pili and they gave each other a peck and then passionate kisses and ended up sensually tonguing each other, Pili showed her participation and devotion. - I want to eat that tasty pussy of yours, fatty! - Cleo whispered sensually. Pili just kept kissing and snogging and they turned to stare into each other's eyes, but she couldn't deny that she was strongly aroused. - Ask me to eat your pussy! - Cleo murmured to her - You're asking for it, slut! - Eat my pussy! - babbled Pili tremendously horny. Pili put the pillow behind her head and spread her legs and Cleo began to lick her slit causing her first pleasurable gasps. - I'm going to go crazy in the morning! - babbled Pili - Your pussy is so wet! - whispered Cleo - You're so naughty! Cleo licked her pussy expertly, her tongue was martyring her clitoris and she bit it stretching it, as if she wanted to tear it off at once, Pili went into ecstasy, her pupils disappeared and her eyes rolled back and she moaned loudly and from her mouth came out incoherent and meaningless words, her toes shrank and began to tremble, Pili held on solidly and let out a piercing scream and she cummed long and deep. - How your pussy squirts! - Cleo whispered with a smile. - You make me so slutty honey! Cleo got up and went to the shower and then Pili showered, they went to the kitchen and made coffee and went out to eat and spent the afternoon strolling and shopping in malls and had some hamburgers for dinner before returning home, Cleo parked the car in front of the townhouse and Pili came in with the shopping bags and Cleo took a backpack from the trunk. - Undress you slut! - Cleo ordered her sharply. Pili gave her a smile and started to undress while Cleo undressed and sat on the bed. -Get on all fours and come here! Pili squatted down and walked towards Cleo with her knees and palms on the floor and stood in front of her. - Eat my pussy! - Cleo ordered her, spreading her legs. Pili nodded her head, that sexual world was new to her, the sight of Cleo's well shaved pussy was very exciting and her own pussy was about to explode, she opened her lips with her fingers and began to run her inexperienced tongue through that delicious pussy, she noticed how Cleo got wet at times, she emitted small sighs and clearly noticed her swollen clitoris, she kissed it intensely. - Lick me there and bite it gently! - Cleo whispered between moans. Pili licked and bit the clitoris and Cleo moaned pleasantly, she thought that she went crazy when Cleo did it to her and it turned her on deeply and she started to lick that pussy as if there was no tomorrow, Cleo started to scream and her hips spasmed and her pussy jerked explosively on Pili's tongue that received the vaginal flows, Cleo got up from the bed and looked for Pili's mouth and rewarded her with a snog. She quickly reached into her backpack and began to take out sex toys and put them on the bed, Pili watched silently, much of it she had only seen on the internet, Cleo grabbed her by the wrists and tied her up with some leather handcuffs and she was tied up, the next thing she took out was a gag with a latex ball. - Don't do that to me! - Pili begged, but the tremendous excitement she felt did not allow her to offer much resistance. Cleo put the ball in Pili's mouth and fastened the strap around the back of her neck, then she took two straps and put them above and below the mattress and they were fastened above and below the mattress, Pili stepped back in fright and watched as Cleo expertly manipulated all that paraphernalia. She grabbed Pili by the wrists and put her on all fours on the bed and fastened the handcuffs to the mattress strap with a cable tie and Pili was restrained by her hands and unable to move, Cleo moved quickly and whipped her buttocks with her hand and tied one foot with another cable tie to the other mattress strap and then the other foot, Pili was completely open on all fours with her face facing the wall. - What are you going to do to me? - mumbled Pili who could barely be heard clearly with the latex ball in her mouth. - shut up bitch! - was all the answer she got. Pili only heard noises behind her, she turned her head but could not see what Cleo was doing, suddenly she stood in front of her, she was holding a black latex penis tied by a harness to her waist and in one hand she was carrying a bottle of lubricant and in the other a device that she later learned was an anal dilator. - Relax slut and I won't hurt you! - whispered Cleo Pili started to moan, but the gag didn't let her scream and she started breathing through her nose, she felt how something cold and slimy massaged her ass and suddenly she felt a prick and how her sphincter stretched painfully, Cleo was inserting the dilator, she tried to scream but it was just a muffled scream, on the other hand she lived in a townhouse and her neighbor went away on weekends, she was at Cleo's mercy, she started to cry and her face reddened and the tears ran down her cheeks, suddenly she felt how a flat thing whipped her buttocks, it produced a deep pain every time it whipped her, especially because it moved the dilator inside her anus, she turned around and could reach to see how Cleo whipped her with a leather paddle, she received several more whips, but the pain was less and less intense and her body temperature was rising excited. - Good girl! - Cleo murmured - Now you're going to enjoy it a lot! She noticed how he extracted the dilator and impregnated her with more lubricant and this time she felt an indescribable pain, she closed her eyes and bit the latex ball and noticed how the dildo was penetrating her from behind, she tried to close her legs with all her strength, the flanges stretched and it seemed they were going to break, but they held. - I'm going to fuck you in the ass, bitch! - Cleo's dominant voice announced. The dildo began to flow in and out of Pili's ass, her body relaxed and that caused Cleo to penetrate her more gently and she managed to enter and exit her ass at a steady pace, Pili noticed how her sphincter opened and closed squeezing the dildo and her breathing became more normalized, although Pili considered that she was being raped, the pain decreased and her moans became pleasurable and that was noticed by Cleo who untied her from the gag and fell on the sheets. -Why are you breaking my little ass? - sobbed Pili - I'm going to make you mine, fatty! - Cleo murmured - No one has ever fucked you the way I fuck you! - Stop it, it hurts! - asked Pili Cleo held her by the hips tightly and was pushing her deeper and deeper and Pili started to scream loudly. - Don't break my ass! - whimpered Pili -Let go of my ass! Cleo continued to fuck her intensely and noticed that Pili was shaking and trembling and burying her head in the sheets. Pili noticed how her pussy was reaching an orgasm without even touching it, her pussy exploded and she let out a huge scream, she had never felt so much pleasure radiating throughout her body and she surrendered exhausted. -How did you cum, slut! - Cleo humiliated her and lifted her hips again to continue sodomizing her. -Let me go! - whimpered Pili who noticed how her pussy leaked a lot of liquid on the sheets. - You're pissing yourself with pleasure, slut! - said Cleo degrading her - You're a slut and you like to be fucked in the ass! Pili buried her head in the sheets in shame, she was being raped and she was enjoying every second of it, Cleo searched her pussy with her hand and rubbed her clitoris with her fingers and that made her have another intense orgasm. Cleo let her stop her thrashing and loosened the foot restraints and switched the hand restraints and turned Pili over and put the pillows under her buttocks, penetrated her and began to move fluidly in and out of her soaking wet pussy. - Look at my face when I fuck you! - Cleo shouted at him. -Fuck me like this! - whimpered Pili, wild and possessed by sexual climax. -Your mouth, your pussy, your ass is mine! - Cleo murmured to her - You're my little whore! - Don't stop fucking me! - Pili begged with her face unhinged. - Tell me you're my whore and I'll fuck you until you cum! - I'm your little whore! - exclaimed Pili crying with convulsive movements - give me hard! Pili could not succumb to having another orgasm, they were getting longer and more intense and her eyesight was blurring, Cleo took off her harness and threw it aside and got on top of Pili putting her pussy on her face and eating Pili's pussy. After that night Pili became Cleo's little slut and sex slave.

11 min·Sep 12·The Dependence · Part 1

Pili started a new life with her adolescent son, at the beginning everything was hard and difficult after her unexpected divorce, her job in Aena allowed her to move from the coast of Malaga to Madrid, she rented a small townhouse near the airport and due to her son's disorder she could access a daytime schedule to be able to combine it with her needs. Subsequently he was granted a degree of dependency and the community awarded him a speech therapist who assisted him at home twice a week, her son suffered from speech aphasia and altered his ability to communicate with others, after two months the boy showed an upward improvement. The speech therapist, Cleo, a young girl of about 26 years old, short and with a very peculiar appearance, her hair dyed blond, thin and with a piercing in her nose and another one in her tongue and with an infinity of tattoos, normally dedicated about two hours in the afternoons, which made Pili let her have dinner with them, this is how they established a cordial relationship and became confidants of each other, Pili did not relate that with an unexpected sense of returning to masturbate and to take care of herself. One day they coincided in the bathroom when Pili was getting out of the shower and Cleo was coming in and he could see her naked, Pili was very well preserved for her age, at 37, although a little overweight, her tits and buttocks were erect and rigid, her short hair, her brown skin, her elegant manicure and a bundle of hair in her sex. - How hot you are! - Cleo told her. - You think so! - replied Pili - I'm too fat. - Even if you are chubby... you are very hot! Cleo approached Pili and slid her hand around her waist and her other hand scratched Pili's arm, who was paralyzed, the two exchanged morbid glances and Pili pulled away blushing. That night Cleo had dinner with Pili and her son, they drank a bottle of wine and while her son went to bed, they talked animatedly in the kitchen. - How long has it been since you've fucked? - Cleo asked her cheekily. Pili laughed and almost spit out the wine she was tasting in her mouth and waved her hand. - It's been so long that I don't even remember - Pili mumbled with laughter. - The weekend you're alone - whispered Cleo - I'll invite you to dinner!... Let's see if someone gives you a shake. They finished the wine and Cleo picked up the glasses and washed them, she went to say goodbye to Pili's son and when she left she gave a peck on Pili's lips who was paralyzed and a strange sensation ran through her body, that night thinking about what had happened she masturbated wildly. That weekend Pili took her son to the train station, she took him to the carriage where a stewardess would accompany him during the trip, he was going to spend the weekend with his father, then she did the shopping and went home ready to rest all weekend, she had not put away the shopping baskets and the doorbell rang. - I'll buy you dinner! - Cleo said as she opened the door. - No, I want to rest! - said Pili in sorrow. Pili made a fuss and went to her room to change, Cleo followed her and they stood in front of the closet. - I tell you what to wear! - Cleo whispered as if it were an order. Pili sat on the bed while Cleo looked in the closet, took out a skirt and a shirt and showed it to Pili who nodded her head in affirmation. Pili took off her pants and put on the skirt, took off a T-shirt she was wearing and was about to put on the shirt. - Take off your bra! - Cleo growled at her. Pili nodded her head and Cleo reached over and went to button her buttons and fondled her tits. - Look at your tits! - Cleo whispered as she ran her fingers over her nipples which became hard and erect, Pili felt that strange shiver again, they looked at each other again and Cleo made the intention of kissing her on the lips, but Pili turned her face away. Cleo gave him a smile as she turned and looked for some high heeled sandals, she put them on and as she fastened them they gave each other another morbid look, they got up and left. They had dinner in a pizzeria animatedly, a WhatsApp announced to her that her son had arrived at his destination and then they went to a pub to have a drink, it was full of much younger people and they went out and headed to the vehicle, when they were inside Cleo looked to one side and the other, seeing that no one was coming, she pounced on Pili and gave her a few pecks on the lips that she was surprised and paralyzed. - During the week I take care of your son - whispered Cleo - And now I want to take care of you. - No way! - mumbled Pili - Let me go! Cleo put her hands on her waist immobilizing her and pulled her shirt out of her skirt, her hand unbuttoned the buttons of her shirt while he kissed her on the lips and Pili made an attempt to struggle that didn't last long, Cleo's hands caressed her tits and pinched her nipples that became hard and erect while she emitted sensual gasps. - Let's go to your house, we can be seen here! - said Cleo Pili started the vehicle and got out slowly and they drove in silence, Cleo's hand caressed her thigh and went up her hand and caressed her panties, at a traffic light they stopped and were going to kiss, but a vehicle parked right next to it, they had to wait for another traffic light and they gave each other some sensual pecks, Cleo was already giving her tongue and they were undisguisedly kissing each other. - I'm going to make you lose your senses! - Cleo whispered to him. - How are you going to do it? - Pili babbled. - You'll go crazy when I eat your pussy! They arrived and parked in front of the townhouse, Pili opened the door and they went inside, Cleo jumped on her and put her against the wall, kissed her and opened her shirt and started kissing her tits and licking and biting her nipples. -Why are you doing this to me? - Pili mumbled between sighs. - The first day I saw you I felt I wanted to fuck you. Cleo kissed her on the neck and her moaning and panting became more and more pleasurable and outrageous. - No one will know that I'm going to fuck you fatty! - Cleo whispered looking at her twistedly. Cleo took off her skirt and bit her nipples hard and then ran her tongue over them like a balm, Pili screamed and arched her back against the wall, Cleo delighted in watching the expression on her face. - I like to fuck fat girls like you! - Cleo babbled to her. Cleo took her by the hand and pushed her into the bedroom, stretched her out on the bed and spanked her buttocks several times, Pili screamed with each spanking, she turned her around and unbuttoned her sandals and kissed her feet and sucked her toes, she ran her tongue between her toes while Pili looked at her morbidly, Cleo took off her panties and spread her legs while she ran her fingers along her slit and one finger rubbed her swollen clitoris. - What a clit you have! - Cleo whispered to her - it's been so long since I fucked a slut like you! Cleo kissed her thighs and bit her groin while a finger went in and explored her pussy, going in and out with intensity, Pili couldn't hold back and started panting loudly, she impulsively pulled her hair back and massaged her tits. Cleo pulled her finger out, opened her pussy lips and gave her two licks that made Pili shake. - Ask me to eat your fat pussy! - I whispered to her - you have a very tasty pussy! - Don't leave me like this! - whispered Pili bringing her hands to her face - Eat my pussy! Cleo began to lick her pussy masterfully, her tongue licking her slit slowly, penetrating her with her tongue and leaving her still and then moving her frantically. - You're going to drive me crazy! - sighed Pili. - Now your pussy is mine, fatty! - Your tongue is going to kill me with pleasure! Cleo's tongue licked her clit quickly and intensely and she looked at Pili's face which was unhinged, felt the tongue and the piercing's metallic tip and began to squeal pleasurably while Cleo watched as Pili went into a trance her eyes rolled back in her head and her moans alternated with complacent giggles. - You're going to make me come! - announced Pili -I can smell your slutty cunt! Pili arched up and grabbed Cleo by the hair as she screamed loudly and her eyes rolled back in her head, waves of pleasure she had never experienced before came over her and she couldn't hold back and cummed intensely, her legs closed and Cleo had to stop her arms from strangling her with her legs, Pili stayed there for a while shaking and breathing hard. Cleo reached up and kissed her on the lips and neck while her fingers pinched her nipples, causing Pili to squeal again. -I love your pussy! - Cleo murmured to her, "I've been so excited to eat your fat pussy! - I don't know what you did to me! - apologized Pili - I'm not like that! - You went crazy when I ate your pussy for the first time! Cleo spread her legs and stuck two fingers in her pussy and started to slowly thrust them in and out, increasing the penetrations. - Please stop! - begged Pili - Don't go on! -Let me fuck you fatty! - I beg you, let me! - Pili sobbed, but her body said otherwise and she spread her legs to make it easier for Cleo's fingers to penetrate her. Cleo's fingers went in and out of Pili's pussy fluidly and she turned them like a nut and opened her fingers inside her pussy, which caused Pili to experience another unknown way of feeling immense pleasure and she began to scream and shake loudly. - What are you doing to me that I'm going crazy? - Fuck you bitch! - Fuck me like this! - she shrieked, "Make me your whore! -You've got a tight pussy!... Look at me while I fuck you! - Don't stop fucking me! - asked Pili, looking at her submissively and biting her lips. -I'm going to make you my little slut! - Cleo whispered, "I'm going to fuck you whenever I feel like it, fatty! Pili hugged Cleo and bit her shoulders while she had another wild orgasm, she let out a shuddering scream and came violently while from her pussy gushed a stream of liquid on the sheets, she was trembling for a while and recovering, she melted in a snog with Cleo. - I've never come like that! - Pili confessed sobbing - You've made me such a slut! They stayed in each other's arms, Cleo didn't want to continue and let her rest, soon Pili fell asleep in Cleo's arms.

4 min·Aug 29

I work in a medium-sized bank in Moscow. Our team is quite friendly and predominantly female. There have been flings and romances, but none of this is as interesting as what happened in the story I am about to tell. A new employee, Olya, was hired in the accounting department. It's a routine case, we have someone coming and going all the time. I didn't react to her in any way, and besides, we didn't have much contact at work. She is 32, so you know, all of herself, beautiful clothes, but strict, very self-aware: well, in general, unattractive. I will not go into details, but it turned out that when submitting quarterly reports, everyone was in a jam, sat up until late, but I think everything was done. A week passed, I forgot about it, as Olga comes to me and explains that a big mistake in the calculations and passed the wrong report. In general, the woman was shocked, almost crying: the bank could almost be deprived of its license. In fact, there was no problem and everything could be solved in 10 minutes, but I did not say so. "Sashenka, I beg you, do something, I'll do whatever you want for you! " - she begged. Hy well, I decided, why not take advantage! In about an hour I had solved all the problems and she was already thanking me. "Can I buy you a drink? " "No, I don't need a drink. Go to the bathroom and take off your underwear and show me, and then we'll decide what to do with you! " It came out of my mouth, and she stood there dumbfounded. She babbled something about her husband and child, but I didn't listen and sent her to the toilet. She was gone for about fifteen minutes, then she came out all red with shame and handed me her panties and bra. "Good girl, now go to work, I'll call you back." I didn't want to fuck her right away, let her work like that! And the look was just right! I looked at her as a woman for the first time. She was about 165, quite thin, with an appetizing ass, dressed in a skirt and a blouse. I was wearing a bra and had two rather large appetizing breasts, with big halos around the nipples. After an hour I finished my business and decided it was time. I called Oli and called her to the men's room. Of course it wasn't the most comfortable place, but there was no other. She stood in front of me all unhappy and said something like don't: but I didn't listen, took off her blouse and put her on her knees. She took the cock confidently enough, in general, she gave a blowjob very well! After a while I cum, so much so that her cum was on her face, hair and breasts. Olga seemed happy and thought she had gotten off with little blood, but she didn't know me very well! I let her wash up a little, then pulled her skirt up over her belly. She had a pretty nice, completely shaved pussy, and I fondled it with my tongue, and it was already flowing. Apparently the hours of tension had not gone to waste! Then I turned her around and let's go. She didn't need much, and in a minute her body was convulsing with orgasm. I decided that I hadn't tried everything, so I took out my cock, which was covered in her juices, and directed it into her ass. She didn't realize what had happened at first, and then it was too late. She tried to get out, but I held her tight. She had no choice but to bite her hand and endure! I don't know if anyone had been in her ass before me, but her undeveloped asshole was beautiful. Narrow, I cum in there fast enough and let her go. She sat down on the toilet, all teary-eyed. Did it hurt? I felt sorry for her, she had bitten her hand bloody: Don't worry, it'll be easier next time, I said, and went out, leaving her to wash up and get dressed.