duskletter

6 min·Jun 25

You invited me for a cozy coffee date, and as I slid into your car, I spotted a sleek thermos tucked in the console. I imagined a relaxing evening of warm drinks and easy conversation under the stars. You flashed a playful smile and told me where to drive, guiding us to a quiet, tree-lined clearing far from the city's hum. The spot felt private, almost hidden, with only the soft rustle of leaves around us. We exchanged warm hellos, catching up on the little details of our day - how work was, what made us laugh. I reached for the thermos, eager for a sip, but you stopped me with a mischievous glint in your eye. "Hold on, Sophie, " you said, your voice low. "First, I want to explore something else." Before I could respond, you gently parted my knees, your warm hand gliding up my thigh, teasing the sensitive skin with slow, deliberate squeezes. My breath hitched as your fingers brushed the edge of my underwear, nudging it aside with a tender touch. "Oh! " I gasped, a shiver racing through me. Your fingers were confident yet gentle, tracing the contours of my body with a reverence that set me alight. You explored my folds, parting my outer lips with a slow, teasing stroke, each movement sending sparks through my core. When you found my clit, it was like you'd unlocked something primal. You circled it softly at first, your fingertips barely grazing the sensitive bud, each touch like a whisper of electricity. My body responded instantly, warmth pooling between my legs, my skin flushing as I grew wetter under your touch. "God, Lucas, your hands..." I murmured, my voice trembling. You smirked, clearly enjoying my reaction, and began to move faster, your fingers dancing over my clit with a rhythm that felt both teasing and commanding. You alternated between soft rubs and firmer presses, coaxing tiny gasps from me as my arousal built. My hips shifted instinctively, chasing your touch, and I felt a rush of wetness - a small, pulsing release that made me moan. "Yes, just like that! " I breathed, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. You leaned closer, your breath hot against my ear. "That's it, let it go, " you whispered, your voice a sultry encouragement. Your words pushed me over the edge, and a sudden gush - a squirt - escaped me, warm and uncontrollable. Your eyes widened with delight. "Damn, Sophie, that's so hot. Give me more, " you urged, your fingers never slowing, circling and stroking with a precision that drove me wild. Each flick of your wrist sent another wave through me, my body trembling as more spurts followed, each one accompanied by tiny, delicious contractions deep inside. The car seat was slick beneath me, my thighs trembling, my mind lost in the haze of pleasure. The windows fogged up, cocooning us in our own world, but I caught a glimpse of a distant figure passing by, the thrill of being seen spiking my adrenaline higher. After a moment, you shifted, your gaze intense. Without a word, you slid two fingers inside me, the stretch sudden and perfect. "Can you take this? " you asked, your voice husky. My walls clenched around you, gripping your fingers as you moved them slowly, exploring every inch of me. Your fingers curled, brushing against that sensitive spot inside, each stroke deliberate, coaxing more pleasure from me. The sensation was overwhelming - a deep, pulsing ache that built with every thrust. My body responded with another rush of wetness, a series of squirts that left me gasping, my hands gripping the seat. "More, Lucas, please! " I begged, my voice raw with need. I rocked my hips, matching your rhythm, each movement sending shudders through me. You didn't stop, your fingers relentless, drawing out orgasm after orgasm until I was a trembling, moaning mess, whispering your name, my body writhing in the confines of the car. When it was over, we both laughed softly at the soaked seat, my legs too weak to move, my body buzzing with aftershocks. We were both caught in the heat of the moment, our breaths heavy. Your eyes flicked downward, and I followed your gaze to see you'd unzipped your jeans, your cock hard and straining, thick and pulsing with need. It was breathtaking - long, veined, the tip glistening in the dim light. "Wow, " I whispered, my mouth watering at the sight. Without hesitation, I leaned down, my lips brushing the tip before taking you in, savoring the warmth and weight of you. You filled my mouth completely, the sensation intense as I slid down, feeling you brush the back of my throat. I teased you with slow licks, tracing the veins with my tongue, then circling the head, flicking the sensitive underside until I felt you shudder. Your low groan spurred me on, and I sucked harder, my lips tight around you, my tongue swirling in lazy, deliberate patterns. I gripped the base of your cock, squeezing gently, then releasing, repeating the motion as your hips twitched in response. "Fuck, Sophie, " you groaned, your voice thick with pleasure. I alternated my pace, slow and teasing, then faster, my mouth working you with a rhythm that had you trembling. Your hands found my hair, guiding me gently but firmly, urging me to take you deeper. The feeling of you filling my mouth, the way you pulsed against my tongue, was intoxicating. I tightened my lips, sucking hard, then softened, teasing you with light flicks. Your moans grew louder, your hips moving in time with me, and I knew you were close. "Don't stop, " you gasped, your voice desperate. With a final thrust, you came, your release flooding my mouth - warm, slightly sweet, and utterly unique. I swallowed, savoring the moment, my body still humming from earlier. We cleaned up, our laughter soft and intimate as we shared what we'd felt, the rawness of it all. Before we parted, we finally poured that coffee, pairing it with some buttery shortbread cookies. It was the perfect end to an unforgettable evening.

9 min·Jun 20

New Orleans has always embraced me like an old friend. It's the city where I've felt most alive, and the second place in the world where I've been made to feel like a queen (I'll spill the tea on my top spot another time, promise). This story comes from my fourth or maybe fifth trip to the Big Easy. There's something intoxicating about the power of beauty. In New Orleans, where the men carry a sultry, effortless charm, they never let me forget it. On the streets, their gazes are bold, like they're mapping every curve of my body with their eyes. It's a look that strips you bare, leaving you feeling desired, electric, and undeniably aroused. This time, I checked into a boutique hotel in the French Quarter, a charming spot with wrought-iron balconies and history in every brick. My room was on the eighth floor, with tall windows that, on a clear evening, framed the city's glowing skyline and the distant shimmer of the Mississippi River. It was late, and the long journey had left me drained, so I opted to stay in and order something simple from the hotel's kitchen. I called down for a po'boy sandwich and a local Abita beer. While waiting, I slipped out of my travel clothes and into the soft, white robe provided by the hotel. I was craving a long, steamy shower - and maybe a moment to indulge myself, since it had been over a day since I'd had any release. To avoid interruptions, I decided to wait for the food first. Sure enough, a knock came at the door within fifteen minutes. I opened it to find a waiter standing there with a polished silver tray. It held a hefty shrimp po'boy, a small bowl of complimentary fried okra, and a chilled bottle of beer, condensation dripping down the glass. "Good evening, miss, " he said, his voice smooth with that Louisiana drawl. "Good evening - please set the tray on the desk over there. Thank you." He lingered, his eyes locked on me. The robe hugged my body, hinting at the fact that I wore nothing beneath it. "You from Chicago? " he asked, a spark of curiosity in his gaze. "Yeah, born and raised." "Chicago girls have this vibe - always so stunning." His comment was forward, but it sent a warm thrill through me. "Thanks. Do I pay you now, or is it charged to my room? " "Pay me - it's $30." I grabbed my purse to settle the bill. "Haven't seen you here before. I'm Marcus, " he said, flashing a grin. "Just arrived today, Marcus. Nice to meet you." He stepped closer, offering a hug that was a touch too familiar, his hands grazing my back a little longer than necessary. I shot him a look, half-raised eyebrow, but honestly, his boldness didn't bother me. And I couldn't ignore the hard press of him against me during that hug - it sent a pulse of heat straight through me. I paid, he handed me the change, and I tucked my purse away. But Marcus didn't move. He just stood there, eyes still on me. "Staying long? " he asked, leaning against the doorframe. "About ten days. Now, if you don't mind, it was a brutal flight, and I'm dying for a shower." "Can't leave just yet, " he said, glancing down at the obvious strain in his uniform pants. "I'm in a bit of a situation here, if you catch my drift." "Well, that's a you problem, isn't it? You've got a job to get back to. So, how do we solve your... issue? " "I've got an idea or two." "Give me one." He didn't speak. Instead, he pulled a cushioned chair from the corner and set it in front of the room's full-length mirror, its antique frame adding a touch of decadence. "If you sit there, part that robe, and look at yourself in the mirror, I'll handle my problem just watching. That's all I'm asking - give me that view, gorgeous." His brazenness hit me like a wave, igniting a fire that started low and spread fast, warming my skin and quickening my pulse. I should've told him to get lost, but the truth was, I wanted to play along. I gestured for him to take a seat where he'd get the best angle. I settled into the chair, slowly untied my robe, and let it fall open just enough to reveal one breast, the nipple taut and flushed under his gaze. I spread my thighs and glanced at the mirror. My smooth, bare skin glistened faintly, a sight that sent a shiver of excitement through me. "God, I love it all clean like that, " Marcus said, his voice low. "Makes me want to run my tongue over every inch." He shifted, freeing himself from his pants - a thick, pulsing length that he gripped firmly, stroking with purpose. I started with one finger, tracing slow circles over my clit, teasing myself until my breath hitched. Then I added a second, gliding along my slick folds, exploring every sensitive inch from top to bottom. I parted myself wider, watching in the mirror as my body responded, wet and eager, the heat building into a delicious ache. My fingers moved faster, pressing harder, and Marcus matched my pace, his hand working himself with raw intensity. "You like this, Marcus? This what you wanted? Or is there something else? " I teased, my voice husky. "That's perfect - keep touching yourself like that. Now slide a couple fingers inside, nice and slow." "Like this? " I asked, easing two fingers in, feeling my body grip them tightly as I moved. "Hell yeah - that's it. You're killing me. Stand up, kneel on the chair, ass toward the mirror. Just like that. Spread yourself - I want to see it all. Damn, that's a work of art. Slip a finger back there - yeah, deeper, all the way. You can take it. Add another - come on, show me. That's it, two fingers, as deep as you can. God, I'm losing my mind - that's the hottest thing I've ever seen." He stood, shedding his pants entirely, his arousal on full display. "Now spread yourself wide, because I'm going to take you there while you keep those fingers working up front. Do it! " His hand landed on my cheek with a sharp smack, the sting blooming into a warm, red mark on my skin. "Beg me for it - tell me you want it." "Yes, please - give it to me, all of it, deep as you can go." "Anything you say, darlin'." I bit back a gasp as he entered me, my body only slightly prepped by my own fingers. His size stretched me, a tight, burning fullness that was almost too much but felt impossibly right. He fit like he was made for me, every inch pressing against my sensitive walls, sending sparks of pleasure-pain through my core. Marcus gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he began to move, slow at first, then harder, each thrust deliberate and deep. Every few strokes, he delivered another sharp smack, the sound echoing in the room as my skin flushed under his touch, the mix of sting and heat driving me wild. "Keep touching yourself, " he growled. "Slide those fingers in - deep. You love this, don't you? I can see it - you're on fire." My fingers worked frantically, plunging into my wetness, curling to hit that perfect spot as my clit throbbed under the pressure of my thumb. Each thrust from Marcus sent a jolt through me, my body rocking with his rhythm, the mirror reflecting every detail - my flushed skin, my parted lips, the way my body opened for him. The pleasure was overwhelming, a sweet, aching pressure building inside me, begging for release. "Harder, " I gasped. "Break me, Marcus - fill me up, don't stop." "I'm close, " he groaned. "Get ready - I'm gonna flood you." His release hit like a storm, a hot, pulsing rush that filled me, spilling over as my own climax crashed through me. My fingers slowed, my body trembling as waves of pleasure rippled from my core, leaving me breathless and spent. He pulled out and told me to stay as I was - kneeling, open, dripping with him. He grabbed his phone from his discarded pants and snapped a close-up of the aftermath, the image raw and unfiltered. He showed it to me, and I couldn't look away - it was primal, obscene, and insanely arousing. I stared, stunned. "For the crew, " he said, zipping up his pants with a smirk. "They're gonna want to know why I was gone so long." The idea of his coworkers seeing that sent another thrill through me, my body still buzzing. "Ten days, huh? When I'm craving more, I know where to find you. I'm yours for whatever you need." "Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you? Think I'll be calling you back? " "Oh, I know you will. Nobody walks away from this. And if you don't call, I'll come knocking. Tomorrow, get that pretty body ready - it's got more to take." He slipped out, closing the door with a soft click.

6 min·Jun 3

After some steamy encounters with my cousin, my wife, Emily, had been insatiable, and we'd been tearing into each other nearly every night with raw, unbridled passion. That left my mother-in-law, Diane, feeling a bit neglected in the background. A week or so later, Emily and I dropped by to visit her parents. Diane opened the door with a teasing smirk: "Well, look who's here! It's been ages - you two forget about this old gal, or are you just checking if I'm still breathing? " Her eyes lingered on me as she spoke, a playful glint in them. I leaned in for my usual peck on the cheek, but as Diane's hand slid down my back, she gave my ass a bold, lingering squeeze. With Emily standing right there, my heart skipped, but I managed to keep my cool, brushing it off with a smile. I greeted my father-in-law, Jack, and my brothers-in-law, who were just heading out for the evening, leaving six of us in the house - Emily, our two kids, Diane, Jack, and me. The afternoon passed easily. I played with the kids at the park across from Diane and Jack's condo, the sun warm on our backs as we laughed and chased each other. Back at the house, we cracked open some cold beers, the kind that hit just right on a lazy day. After a couple, nature called, and I headed to the bathroom. As I stepped inside, Diane slipped in behind me, locking the door with a soft click. Before I could say a word, she dropped to her knees, her eyes burning with a fierce, hungry intensity. She tugged my jeans down in one swift motion, freeing me, and wrapped her lips around me with a fervor that sent a jolt through my entire body. Her tongue swirled expertly, teasing the tip with slow, deliberate licks before taking me deep, her throat constricting around me. She alternated between soft, teasing bites and long, greedy pulls, her gaze locked on mine, daring me to lose control. The raw lust in her movements, the way her fingers gripped my thighs, pulling me closer - it was overwhelming. Within moments, I was teetering on the edge, and when she hummed softly, the vibration pushed me over. I erupted, waves of pleasure crashing through me as she took every drop, some slipping past her lips to glisten on her chin. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, stood, and slipped out without a word, leaving me dazed. The whole thing took maybe four minutes. When I finally emerged, the others chuckled, joking that I'd been "handling serious business" in there. Diane's laugh was the loudest, her eyes twinkling with mischief. As evening settled in, we gathered in the living room to watch a movie. The kids, worn out from the park, had napped after lunch and were still out cold. Emily dozed off on the couch, her head lolling against a cushion, and Jack shuffled off to his bedroom for a nap, leaving just Diane and me with the flickering screen. Diane was wearing these skin-tight black leggings that clung to her curves like a second skin - my weakness - and a low-cut red top that hugged her full, inviting chest, the neckline dipping just enough to keep my eyes wandering. Halfway through the movie, she got up to use the bathroom down the hall. When she returned, she paused at the hallway's edge and whispered my name, her voice low and urgent. I crept over, careful not to creak the floorboards. There she was, leggings pulled down to her knees, her round, lush backside bared to me in the dim light. She grabbed my face, pulling me into a searing, desperate kiss, her tongue dancing with mine before she whispered, "Take me - now." My pulse raced as I positioned myself behind her, fumbling with my belt until my jeans hit the floor. Her curves were a vision, full and tempting, and seeing her like that, offering herself in the shadowed hallway, had me throbbing with need. I pressed against her, sliding in with one deep, forceful thrust that made her gasp - a sharp, stifled "Ohh! " Her warmth enveloped me, tight and slick, and I began to move, each thrust deliberate, feeling her body respond with every push. We were hyper-aware of the risks - Emily asleep on the couch, Jack in the bedroom across the living room, the kids' door just inches away. The danger only fueled the fire. Diane's hips rocked back to meet me, her breaths shallow and ragged as she fought to stay quiet. Her hand slipped between her legs, fingers working frantically, and I could feel her trembling, her body tightening around me as she chased her release. The sight of her, the sound of her muffled moans, the way her curves bounced with each thrust - it was intoxicating. When she clenched around me, her orgasm hitting like a wave, her juices coated me, and I couldn't hold back. I buried myself deep, unloading with a shudder, filling her with thick, pulsing heat that left us both trembling. We hurried to the bathroom to clean up, hearts pounding, and checked that everything was still quiet. Back in the hallway, we stole another frantic kiss, hands roaming until I heard my son stirring in the next room. We broke apart, returning to the movie like nothing had happened, though my skin still buzzed with the aftershock. The night ended with Emily and Jack waking up, and we all sat down for dinner. Under the table, Diane's bare foot grazed my calf, slow and deliberate, sending sparks through me. I was hard again, barely able to focus as we ate. After dinner, I helped clear the plates and wash up. As we prepared to leave, Diane caught me in the kitchen, her voice low and teasing. "You coming back soon? " she asked, her eyes gleaming. I grinned, leaning close. "Tomorrow, Diane - that meal was something else."

6 min·Apr 13

It happened this past Monday. The sky was heavy with rain clouds, and my cat Luna had been sick all weekend, hacking up hairballs and worse. I threw on a faded hoodie, didn't bother with my tangled hair, and ignored the exhaustion etched into my face. I booked a rideshare, grumbling to myself, hoping Luna wouldn't barf in the carrier on the way. The vet clinic was pristine - smelled like cedarwood and something crisp, clinical. The doc wasn't out yet. My neighbor had raved about this place for her dog, so I figured it was worth a shot. When he appeared, I was done for. Caleb - tall, sleeves rolled up showing strong forearms, dark curls falling just right, gloves snug on his hands. Effortlessly gorgeous. He gave me a warm grin and asked me to set Luna on the exam table. I managed a nod, my eyes glued to him. He handled Luna with this quiet care that hit me hard. Spoke to her in a low, soothing voice, like she was a scared kid - stroking her fur, dabbing her chin with a soft cloth, murmuring, "You're alright, little one - we'll fix this." I don't know what possessed me, but the words tumbled out: "I've never seen a guy be so gentle with a pet." He paused, looked up, and stepped closer - close enough I could smell the faint mint on his breath. His fingers grazed my jaw, then traced the curve of my ear, tugging gently at my stud earring. "I'm not always gentle, " he said, voice low, eyes locked on mine. That was the spark. He pressed me against the wall - door clicked shut with a flick of his wrist - and his lips crashed into mine, urgent, hungry. I matched him, kissing back with a fire I didn't know I had, my tongue diving deep, tasting him, while his hands roamed, squeezing my hips like he couldn't get enough. He pulled my hoodie off in one swift move, letting it hit the floor. My tank top was next, leaving me in just a bra. His fingers hooked into my leggings, yanking them down with my underwear in a single tug. Before I could catch my breath, he slid two fingers inside me - slow at first, then deeper, curling just right. I gasped, back arching against the cool wall, my hands clutching his shoulders as heat surged through me. His thumb brushed circles over my clit, deliberate, teasing, until my thighs trembled and I bit my lip to stifle a moan. "God, you're beautiful, " he murmured, voice rough, leaning in to kiss my throat, his tongue tracing a slow, wet line up to my earlobe. I sank to my knees, heart pounding, and fumbled with his belt. His pants hit the floor, and he was already hard - thick, heavy in my hand. I looked up at him, his eyes dark with want, and took him into my mouth, slow at first, savoring the weight of him. My tongue swirled around the tip, then down, while my fingers cupped him, moving in rhythm. "Fuck, you're incredible, " I said, voice hoarse, pulling back just enough to speak before diving back in. He groaned, fingers tangling in my hair - not pulling, just holding, guiding me as I moved faster. "Just like that - keep going, " he rasped, and I did, losing myself in the sounds he made, the way his breath hitched. Then he tugged me up, spun me around, my palms flat against the wall. He pressed himself against me, teasing at first, the tip of him brushing me until I was practically begging. Then he thrust in - deep, sudden - and I cried out, the stretch of him filling me completely. He moved with purpose, each thrust harder, faster, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me back to meet him. The room was all heat and rhythm - the slick sound of us, my gasps, his low growls. "More, " I pleaded, voice shaking. "Don't stop - please." He didn't. His pace quickened, one hand sliding around to find my clit again, rubbing in tight, relentless circles. My body tightened, every nerve sparking, and I came hard - a rush so intense my knees buckled, my vision blurring as I moaned his name. He held me up, arm around my waist, and kept going, his thrusts turning wild, desperate. When he came, it was with a low groan, his body pressed tight against mine, warmth spreading over my skin as he spilled onto me. I felt it drip, hot and thick, and the rawness of it made my pulse race again. We stayed there, panting, my forehead against the wall, his breath warm on my neck. He kissed me softly - my shoulder, my ear, lingering on the stud - with a tenderness that felt like a contrast to everything before. "You're something else, " he whispered, a smile in his voice. I laughed quietly, still catching my breath, my body humming. He grabbed a cloth, cleaned me up with care, and I pulled my clothes back on. Luna was curled up in her carrier, sleeping like the world hadn't just shifted. We exchanged numbers. I reached for my wallet, but he shook his head. "No charge, " he said. "Just want Luna healthy - and you smiling." I left, slid into a cab, and stared out the window, replaying it all. There's nothing like desire that hits out of nowhere - raw, real, consuming. And God, I was already counting the hours until I'd see him again.

7 min·Mar 14

My mom had finalized her divorce just over a year ago, and it didn't take her long to remarry. The moment she introduced me to her new husband, I felt a rush deep in my core. He was tall, lean with just the right amount of muscle, sporting a neatly trimmed goatee that gave him a rugged edge. I could tell he was the kind of guy who didn't hold back in bed. I tried to keep my distance - and he did too, always acting cold and detached around me - but everything shifted one humid summer night. I caught my mom sneaking into the house with a guy and a woman in tow. Curiosity got the better of me, so I crept downstairs and peeked through the crack in the door. My jaw dropped when I realized she was tangled up with both of them, cheating on my stepdad without a shred of guilt. It flipped a switch in my head. If she could play around, why couldn't he? I was done pretending I didn't fantasize about him - about wrapping my lips around him until I couldn't breathe, tasting every drop, feeling him take me hard and fast. I wanted his face buried between my thighs, making me lose control until I exploded. The desire was eating me alive, and I couldn't hold it back anymore. So, over the next few days, I started testing the waters. When he'd get home from work, I'd "casually" be lounging in the living room - no bra, wearing tight crop tops that hugged my chest or short skirts that showed off my curves. He'd stare, his dark eyes intense, lingering on my body before looking away with that same stern expression. One Friday night, my mom left the house like she always did, off to hook up with someone new. I knew my stepdad would be home soon, and I wasn't about to let the chance slip by. The front door opened right into the living room, so I positioned myself on the couch, waiting. I had on a tiny black skirt and a lacy red thong that barely covered anything - my excitement already soaking through. Up top, I skipped the bra entirely, letting my breasts sit free, nipples hard against the thin fabric of my tank top. When I heard his truck pull into the driveway, I didn't hesitate. I spread my legs wide, slid my thong to the side, and started touching myself, slow and deliberate. The door swung open, and I kept going, even as he stepped inside - with a curvy brunette on his arm. Her eyes widened, but he didn't miss a beat. He stormed over, grabbed my wrist, and yanked me toward the laundry room while the woman bolted back out the door. "What the hell is wrong with you? " - he growled, his grip tight on my arm, sending a jolt of heat through me. "You were gonna screw that chick, huh? " - I shot back, locking eyes with him. His hold tightened, and I glanced down, noticing the bulge straining against his jeans. "Forget her. Screw me instead. I'll be your dirty little secret." - I leaned in close, brushing my lips against his jaw. He let go of my arm and grabbed my face with one hand, his fingers digging into my cheeks. "That what you want? " - His voice was low, rough. I let out a soft moan in response, and that was all it took. He spun me around fast, pressing my chest against the washing machine, my hips jutting out. He dropped to his knees behind me, hands kneading my ass. "This what you want, huh? " - He yanked my thong down in one swift pull, and I gasped as his tongue found me, teasing and tasting. His hands came down hard on my cheeks, the sting mixing with the pleasure as he devoured me. I couldn't stop moaning, my body trembling - until he stood, hoisted me up with those strong arms, and set me on the machine. "Spread 'em, " - he ordered, and I did, no hesitation. He dove in, his mouth working me over so good I could barely think straight. "Wait, I think - " - I couldn't finish the sentence. His warm tongue flicked faster, his stubble grazing my skin, and when he slid two fingers inside me, I lost it. My release hit hard, soaking his face, and he lapped it all up like he couldn't get enough. "Get over here." - He tugged me by the hair, pulling me down to my knees. With one hand, he shoved his jeans and boxers down, and I nearly drooled at the sight of him - thick, hard, ready. I took him in my mouth, sucking eagerly as he gripped my head, pushing deeper. "Take it all, you little tease." It was everything I'd imagined - rough, intense - and when he slapped my cheek with his free hand, it sent a thrill through me. I pulled back just to spit on him, then went right back to work, hungry for more. Before he finished, he hauled me up, bent me over the machine again, and spread me open. He spat on me, working a finger in slow, then another, making me groan loud. Then, all at once, he thrust into me - hard - one finger still teasing elsewhere. He pounded into me, relentless, spanking me until my skin burned. He flipped me around, sat me back on the edge, and went at my chest - sucking, biting, slapping my breasts with those big hands. I rocked my hips forward, desperate for more. "Harder, please - " - That seemed to light him up, because he went at me even rougher, smacking my face now too. "Fingers - back there, " - I begged, and he didn't waste a second. He turned me over, spread me wide, and pushed in - slow at first, then fast and deep once the sting faded. I felt like a total mess, and I loved it - knowing I was getting it from my stepdad in the damn laundry room only made me wetter. I started touching myself, chasing that high again. I didn't hold back - moaning, screaming, begging for it harder. His pace was brutal, his hands gripping my hips as he slammed into me, his breath ragged. "Cum there - please, " - I gasped, and with a guttural groan, he did, spilling hot and heavy. When he pulled out, I felt it drip down my thighs. I turned to face him, kissing him deep, and he kissed back, lifting me with one arm while his other hand slid between my legs. He worked me with his fingers until I came again, shuddering against him. He licked them clean, then offered them to me - I sucked them slow, tasting myself. He set me down, gave my ass a final smack, and muttered, "Good little troublemaker. Next time, I'll have to punish you for scaring off my date." And that was just the start. Eventually, I even got with him and that brunette he kept bringing around whenever Mom was out - but that's a story for another day.

14 min·Oct 29

When I was 24 years old, I had dreamed for years of finally being able to shove my hard cock up a woman's ass, but that dream had never come true. The girls I had sex with never thought of anal sex on their own and I was too shy to suggest an ass fuck. But then my dream finally came true. I remember it exactly, it was the 7th. August four years ago. Anette and I had been together for a while at that point. We usually met in my student flat, which I had to myself, because she lived with another girl and said we didn't have enough peace and quiet in her apartment to get intimate with each other. I couldn't judge that because she had never shown me her apartment or her flatmate. But then her friend went on vacation for two weeks and I finally got to see Anette in her surroundings. On the very first evening - it was that deliberate August 7th - I dropped by her place and was amazed. It was an absolutely fantastic apartment in an old villa that Anette lived in with her friend, huge, extremely bright and blessed with a terrace. I myself had missed not even having a balcony, especially in this hot summer, so that I could have sunbathed or simply enjoyed the warmth and fresh air. I really resented the fact that she had never let me come here before; her friend's presence wouldn't have bothered me that much! Of course, I immediately suggested that we go to the terrace. She agreed. There were also two deckchairs there; hers and her friend's. Unfortunately, it wasn't warm enough in the evening for real swimwear or for us to lie naked on the sun loungers, but we still didn't have much on. Anette was wearing really tight jeans shorts that only covered her pussy by a hand's breadth and a top that left her stomach exposed, and I was wearing slightly longer elasticated shorts and a white T-shirt. We brought ourselves something to drink and enjoyed the warm summer evening. It wasn't long before Anette reached out - and immediately sank her hand into my shorts. She's pretty direct about it; when she wants sex, you can feel it. After she had stroked my cock for a while, it quickly became hard, although I was actually far too lazy after a hard day's work and certainly hadn't initiated sex that quickly on my own. But of course I couldn't resist such an invitation. I climbed down from my deckchair, took the cushion off it and spread it out on the stone floor next to Anette's deckchair. Then I knelt down on it. I looked at her round, big tits, which were beautiful to see in the skimpy top. A few strokes and her nipples were already hard and protruding through the thin fabric. Now I pushed her top up further, stroked her bare breasts, put my mouth around both nipples one after the other and sucked on them. She moaned softly, took my hand and guided it between her legs. I gently rubbed up and down her crotch. She closed her thighs tightly around my hand on her shorts and rolled her hips to the side, to the right and back again. She seemed to be pretty horny already because she was moaning louder and louder. I fiddled with her shorts. I got them open easily, but it wasn't that easy to get them off. Anette had to help me by lifting her ass a little so that I could pull her down and undress her. Her panties came with her, which I found quite practical. She immediately spread her thighs wide apart and I buried my hand between her pubic hair, in her warm, wet pussy. After stroking her for a while, I felt like more. I pulled her down from her deckchair, spread out her pad on the ground and had created a real love bed for us on the stone floor of the terrace from the cushions of the deckchairs. She raised her arms, spread her legs and I quickly slipped out of my shorts and swung myself over her. She was so wet that my cock slid effortlessly into her as far as it would go. I fucked her for a while, but somehow I was horny, and she was even hornier, but I didn't really want to get in the mood to finish a fuck like that. We had known each other long enough at this point that fucking was no longer anything excitingly new. It had almost become a bit routine, and especially in my actually sluggish and exhausted mood that evening, it took a very special stimulus to not only awaken my arousal, but also my greed to reach orgasm. Anette seemed to sense that things weren't going to go well like this. She stopped me with her hands in front of my chest. "Shall we swap and I'll ride you a bit? " she asked, her voice hoarse with lust. She was clearly far more in the mood for sex than I was. I nodded. Yes, I would like that better, the riding position. At least it wasn't just a run-of-the-mill fuck. Besides, why should the men always have to do all the work when they're fucking? Let the women make an effort too! I climbed off Anette, she scrambled up and then I lay on my back on the cushions of the deckchairs and she sat on me and on my cock. She didn't slow down at all, but really got going with the riding. Her heavy tits bounced up and down so that I felt compelled to support them a little with my hands so that they didn't get too much momentum. Only after a while did Anette realize that she could tease her pussy much better if she didn't just go up and down on me very quickly, but if she pressed her pelvis all the way against mine and let it circle slowly. That's exactly what she did for quite a while. She spread her thighs even further apart than before and literally rammed her hips against mine. I let go of her tits, which no longer rocked so much with these movements, and grabbed her bottom instead. Her ass cheeks went wide apart, and even wider when she went up briefly, before she thrust again with her pelvis. I slid my fingers into the crack of her ass and began to gently massage everything I could find. The small folds of her rosette were particularly interesting, of course, and I explored them as if I had to make a drawing of them from memory afterwards. She seemed to really like it too; she started to squirm under my finger. Which, in turn, my cock didn't find so bad, these movements. At some point I tried to penetrate her with the tip of my little finger. I was a little apprehensive because we had never had anal sex together before and I didn't know how she would react to this attempt to penetrate her anally with my finger. It wasn't easy to get even her little finger inside her, because Anette's back entrance was damn tight. I bet she had never had anal sex before! The thought of anal sex really got my heart pounding. Finally, that tingling greed that drives you inexorably forward during sex until you come and that I had missed earlier began. After I had managed to sink my little finger into her a little, I paused for a moment and Anette also held still, gasping for breath. Finally, she started moving again. That was the sign for me that I could continue finger-fucking her ass. I managed to push my little finger into her butthole a little further and this time she even moaned quietly and very greedily. I carefully massaged all around her intestinal walls and she moaned louder. I took my finger back and pushed it in again, a little deeper, and she seemed to like that even better. By now she had almost completely stopped banging me, she only reacted to my ass fucking with her finger. With a raging lust, I thought about how hot it would be if I could persuade her to have anal sex now! If this wasn't an opportunity for anal sex, then I didn't know what was! But I continued to stand in my own way; I just didn't dare ask her to let me fuck her in the ass. In the end, it was Anette herself who came up with this suggestion. She had been hiding her head on my shoulder the whole time and enjoying my finger-fucking. But then she suddenly looked up, straight into my eyes. She grinned rather dirty and said: "Would you like to stick your cock in my ass? " It almost took my breath away that she said so directly what I had been thinking about so hesitantly. I couldn't make a sound, I could only nod. She pushed her upper body forward so that my little finger very slowly slipped out of her ass again, then she swung herself off me. I straightened up. As soon as I had also left the cushion, she got back on it, on all fours. Her hot ass stretched out towards me and when she lowered her upper body, her ass went a little higher and her buttocks gaped wide apart. There it was again, her adorable little tight rosette! Now I could see it for the first time and not just feel it. I quickly bent my head down and licked it a few times with my tongue. Anette twitched as if I had electrified her. I had to wrap my hands around her hips so that her poker beak didn't keep slipping out of my grasp. I held her tightly and dug my tongue so firmly into the middle of her rosette that it immediately slipped in a little. I immediately had a somewhat strange and totally unfamiliar taste in my mouth, but it wasn't bad at all. Anette moaned so loudly that the people upstairs could definitely hear it. The anal tongue fuck was just as much fun as the finger fuck earlier; but if I ever had the opportunity to be asked by a woman to fuck her in the ass, then of course I didn't want to miss it! It was time to shove my cock in where my tongue was at the moment. I finished the tongue fuck and then I remembered something really important. So far, I had only dealt with anal sex in theory. But I knew that you actually needed something like a lubricant for an ass fuck. And as tight as Anette was, I needed it twice as much. But I didn't feel like interrupting the anal sex we had just started, and I didn't even know if Anette really had any lube at all. So I took my cock and pushed it into her pussy again first, where I lubricated it all over with pussy juice with a few up and down movements. Anette was quite disappointed that I had taken her front opening after all and let me know with a quiet grumble, but I didn't let that bother me. Once my cock was nice and wet and slippery, I pulled it out of her again. Then I grabbed her pussy with my hands, took some of the love lubricant and spread it on her rosette, which twitched like crazy. That should be enough for a butt-fuck! I finally put my cock on her rosette. Anette was already moaning before I had penetrated even a millimeter. At first it even looked to me as if penetration was a complete impossibility. Anette was just too tight from behind! My hard cock bent, but the glans simply couldn't overcome the resistance of the sphincter. I tried again and again, I tried with slow, constant pressure, I tried with sudden, violent jerks, but nothing worked. I had to realize that I had to come up with something else, otherwise the ass fucking wouldn't work. Anal sex was nowhere near as easy in reality as it had been in my fantasy! I withdrew my cock once more and got some new pussy juice, which I spread over the glans and Anette's back entrance. That seemed to have done it; as I tried to penetrate her from behind again, I suddenly felt something give way - and I was already a tiny bit inside her ass! I didn't let up, I kept pushing and pushing and pushing and at some point something gave way again. Now more than my glans had disappeared into Anette's ass. She was breathing very shallowly and had tensed up a bit, but when I asked her hoarsely if everything was okay, she said yes. I carried on. In small jerks, I managed to get my cock all the way inside her with real effort. I was soaked with sweat at the end, it was so difficult. But the feeling when it was done and I was all the way inside her made up for all the effort! The thrill I had missed earlier set in immediately. I could hardly hold myself back. Even though my mind told me that this was definitely an anal deflowering for Anette and that I should perhaps slow down with the anal sex, it couldn't fight my inner urge to thrust again and again, faster and faster. Soon my balls were slapping against her ass and my hips were working like a machine under full load. Her cramp had long since released; she moaned, and she thrust her ass backwards when I thrust into her, so that my cock landed deep inside her every time, until at some point she could no longer keep up with my fast rhythm. I was ready; a few more hard thrusts and then, the last time, I literally impaled her with my cock as I poured into her rectum. Afterwards I was totally exhausted on her back. It had been really exhausting, this first ass fuck of my - and certainly her - life, but it had been totally worth it! My orgasm had seemed longer than it had been for a long time and I'd really cum inside her. I slowly withdrew from her again. There was a smacking sound and really something like a plop as my cock slid all the way out of her. Her butt hole was suddenly wide open. I watched in fascination. Only after a while did it close again and then it looked as tight as it did at the beginning. Then it suddenly glistened wetly and I saw some of my sperm flowing out of her again. It was immediately clear to me - we would do this ass fucking thing more often from now on!

6 min·Sep 18

I have a friend who lives in another country, which over the years we have created great bonds of friendship. We have helped each other in many ways in the most difficult moments, either economically and/or with advice, but we had never seen each other due to the distance. My friend is a beautiful girl, single mother, with a goddess body despite her pregnancies, medium sized breasts that you can cover with your whole hand, wide hips and a buttocks that the only thing they ask for is to be bitten and spanked, and to top it off she recently painted her hair red which makes her look hotter and more desirable than ever. But well continuing with the story after so many years talking and texting we started to flirt virtually and wanting to see each other to see what happened. She would tell me that as soon as she got her house or apartment she would invite me to stay with her, and I always hinted that I would try to surprise her. One day I won a reasonable bonus at work and I decided to give her the promised surprise, being sincere more to see her than anything else since it often happens that when you meet someone in person things change so, to avoid damaging the opportunity and the trip I decided to surprise her more than anything as friends. The big day came and after several hours of flying and driving I arrived to where she lived and when she saw me her emotion, shock and impression were worth gold, since she only thought it was a joke of mine that I was asking her so much information about where she was and so on. When she left work destiny had already written us that it was not simple friendship what would happen because that same day she just bought several sets of underwear. To which I told her to show them to me, to which she said ok, when I got to her house she said give me a few minutes while I get settled and when I returned she came with a red set, which left nothing to the imagination and asked me what I thought, to which I replied that if she looked delicious like that I can't imagine without anything, to which she told me that can be arranged and took everything off. The result of that was that without realizing it I had pounced on her to kiss her and when I realized it she was taking off my pants. I could no longer contain my desire and I grabbed her breasts that I had fantasized about so much in the past and when they felt my hands they became hard and screamed for me to suck them while she pulled out my penis and began to masturbate it, as soon as I could she knelt down and began to give me the breast that she had promised so much in previous talks. Then it was me who grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up until I had her vagina in my face and began to give her a blowjob that made her have an orgasm that the fluids did not stop running down my face. When she couldn't take it anymore she started begging me to please put it in and to penetrate her without mercy to make her mine forever, to which I had no objection and after laying her face up on the table I put it in with a single thrust with which she gave a cry of excitement and said that she dreamed of the moment when we could merge our bodies, And with those words began the best in and out of my life, since not only her moans and her breathing drove me crazy, but also her vagina which did not stop squeezing and preventing one of us from coming out completely. We were like that for a while until she had her first orgasm by penetration which left her with a unique wetness and her legs trembling non-stop. No one had ever left me like that, I can not even walk, and what I mentioned to her that you had never given yourself to anyone like today to me, and without letting her catch her breath, put her on all fours and I started to give her again to what she screamed non-stop and asked me to give her more, until we both came, she begged me to give her all my milk inside her vagina which caused the orgasm to be more intense. When we had barely resumed the air she told me I have an additional surprise, I want you to break my ass, I have never given it be careful, but I want it to be yours, to which I accepted without hesitation, little by little we began to dilate the area until it seemed appropriate I put my penis at the entrance and began to penetrate her softly. At first she complained and it hurt, but although I asked her if she wanted to stop several times she said no that was for me, when I finished putting it in and started the soft in and out she said it was a tasteful pain and in the end she did not want me to take it out, she screamed that she wanted to be split in two and not stop living that moment ever, again we had another orgasm much more intense than the previous one and I also came in her ass. This time we both had to catch our breath, but just as we were considering another round her kids came home and we had to stop. Not forever though as the last thing she said to me before she got dressed to go open up and introduce me to people with her kids was "I hope this repeats daily 3 or more times while you are here", to which I just hope you don't regret those words. The next two weeks let's just say that even physical wear and tear gave us at the end. But that will be for another story.

18 min·Sep 8

The first time I saw Dylan was on a summer night. I was with my friends in a bar, celebrating my nineteenth birthday. His deep and enigmatic gaze caught me. He wasn't very tall, nor was he very beautiful, but he had something in his eyes that I liked. It was a mutual attraction, we had both liked each other, and that same night we ended up having sex together. It was a matter of time before we started dating. He was very attentive and affectionate, plus things flowed wonderfully. We had a connection that went beyond words. Just by looking at each other we understood perfectly what the other was thinking or feeling. And sex with him was always amazing. Over the years, things were going great and there were even plans to get married. But the problem was when I met his brother, Marcelo. Marcelo was a very attractive man, he had turned forty-eight that year, but he didn't look it. He is older than Dylan by sixteen years. The only similarity these brothers had was the shape of their foreheads and the color of their eyes. Beyond that, no one could say they were related. Dylan was much shorter, his muscles were not strong and his skin was much paler than that of his older brother. Marcelo, on the other hand, was much taller and sturdier, he trained every day, which showed in his firm muscles. Genetics had definitely favored my brother-in-law. Every time I saw Marcelo, I got horny and he knew it. That's why he would deliberately provoke me. When I passed by him, he would spank me in a "friendly" way or stare shamelessly at my ass whenever I bent over. Many times when we were talking he would stare at my tits, and he didn't care if Dylan was present. I was afraid Dylan would notice all this, so I opted to stop going to his family's house and my in-laws, only seeing them when they came to visit our apartment. However, I could not get Marcelo out of my mind. His face, his body, his voice, his eyes and that hungry look he had every time he looked at me. Unable to stop it, he was my inspiration when I masturbated. I would caress my vagina imagining that it was his thick fingers touching me. That he was squeezing my clitoris and rubbing it rigorously, that he was spreading the lips of my vagina apart and then starting to fuck it with his fingers without stopping. And then, when I was already on the cusp of orgasm, he would thrust his cock all the way in with one thrust. To start fucking me like the sex-starved whore that I am. Time went by and finally my wedding day with Dylan arrived. And obviously, Marcelo was on the guest list, that had me worried. But I couldn't get lost in that worry. I was about to marry him who, beyond everything else, was the love of my life. The ceremony was quick, and since it was the middle of summer, my wedding dress was very short. During the whole process, I was so busy with the guests that I didn't even notice if Marcelo was there or not. However, when we arrived at the party, I noticed his presence, as I felt his intense gaze on me. I tried not to pay much attention to him, but when it was time for the couples dance, Marcelo came straight to me with a cocky smile. The party is going very well and you are very beautiful, sister-in-law. The way he said "sis-in-law" made my skin crawl. I could feel my cheeks burning. -Thank you, Marce. My voice sounded quite nervous. I was very nervous and he laughed softly and looked at me with a flirtatious smile, leaning close to my ear. What's the matter, do I make you nervous, sister-in-law? His voice, so deep and husky, made my breath catch for a moment. -Did you think I didn't notice how you were looking at me all this time? My heart was beating so fast, I felt my cheeks blush. He laughed again, but his eyes looked at me with intensity and something else I couldn't decipher. -You're a whore. Those words sent an electric shock throughout my body. My vagina felt hot and very wet, leaving me speechless, not even knowing what to say. While I was lost, looking for the words to answer, Marcelo put his hand under my dress and began to caress me. -Marcellus, what the fuck are you doing? I wanted to reprimand him, but my voice gave away how excited I was. My vagina got wetter and wetter with every caress. He didn't say anything, he just moved his fingers faster and faster while we were still dancing. Several family members and friends watched our dance with smiling expressions, not knowing what was really going on. -But look how slutty you turned out to be. Getting horny with your husband's brother, to such an extent that you soaked the whole thong... what a slut. I couldn't believe what was happening. Only soft sighs came out of my mouth which, miraculously, were muffled by the music. I felt his fingers digging inside me. He was fucking my vagina, not caring that people were watching us at all times. His thumb squeezed my swollen clit, I had to bite my lips to keep from screaming with pleasure. -What's the matter, slut? Don't you want Dylan to see you? I shook my head, as I heard him chuckle softly. I felt an intense gaze on me, raised my head and realized that Dylan had been watching us from the head table. I was horrified and tried to pull away from Marcellus, but he pinched my clit, making me stay still in my place. A mixture of pain and pleasure coursed through me completely. -Shh. Look closely, little whore. Confused, I looked at him more closely, and noticed how he was masturbating under the table. -Your "dear husband" knows what a slut you are. I was already on the verge of cumming. Seeing Dylan like that, in that way, turned me on even more. -Listen to what I'm going to tell you, now you're going to calm down. You're going to come with me and Dylan, quietly. Is that clear to you? Believe me, you're going to like this, piggy. Hearing his command, I felt an internal tremor and obediently followed him. When we passed by Dylan, Marcelo smiled knowingly and he smiled back. Rising from his place and walking beside us. From the corner of my eye I could see that in his pants I could perfectly notice a big bulge. The three of us left in Marce's car, they were sitting in the front and I was in the back seat. They looked at me with predatory eyes, full of lust and desire. Nobody said anything, there was a sepulchral silence. I was very nervous, I looked at Dylan, who was very serene. In spite of having seen how the woman, who became his wife that same day, was masturbated by his brother-in-law. Before I knew it, Marcelo had parked the car since we had already arrived. As soon as I set foot inside the apartment, between the two brothers they stripped me completely naked, devouring my naked body with their hungry gaze. Dylan looked at me with a devious smile making me wet again. -I know what a slut you are and, I also know you've had it in for Marcelo ever since you saw him. I'm not stupid. I swallowed hard, I was naked and felt both ashamed and vulnerable, yet I didn't feel in any real danger. I tried to cover my body as much as I could with my arms. I had my eyes glued to the floor, I couldn't look them in the face. I heard the sound of clothes falling to the ground. -However, I'm not upset. On the contrary... This is kind of exciting. I looked up and saw that Dylan and Marcelo were naked in front of me, I stared at their cocks in astonishment. -What? This..." my words were silenced by a hard slap Dylan gave me. -Shut up, you fucking bitch. His slap and authoritative tone, made me moan and sigh. I felt my whole body ignite. -What a disgusting whore she is... it was true what you told me, brother. -Marcellus spoke while looking at me with amusement and malice. -She's a very submissive little whore, who loves to be treated like what she is. A little piggy addicted to semen and male cocks. -We both laughed, "She better be ready to receive us in her little ass tonight. I was so excited, I couldn't believe what was happening. I looked at Dylan and saw the lustful malice in his eyes. -Marcelo, from now on this filthy pig is going to be our personal whore. Marcelo smirked at Dylan and then looked at me fiercely. -If she's ours... Shouldn't we mark her as such? Dylan nodded with a cruel laugh. Immediately I felt two powerful jets of hot liquid hit my face and body. It was then that I understood what was to become of me. I belonged to them, I was their whore. After this, the three of us went upstairs to the bathroom and stepped into the hot shower. Steam filled the bathroom. There was only the sound of the shower and the water falling, mixed with my sighs of pleasure. I felt Dylan's lips on my neck, biting and sucking eagerly. His hands slid along the trail the drops left on my skin. The heat was rising higher and higher, my body burning with need. At that moment I was no longer a person. No. I had become a slutty whore thirsty for the semen of her two males, I was nothing more than a sex-starved little pig. The only thing that was in my mind, was the desire for those men to stick their hot cocks inside my filthy, spent hole. I could never be a person again, never again, I am just a simple semen reservoir for my males eager to finish. Marcelo looked at me hungrily, his gaze darkened with lust. Dylan roughly grabbed my jaw, turning my head. -You're a piece of whore, you filthy pig. Now tell me, who do you belong to? My eyes closed because of the sudden and abrupt movement. Marcelo sank his teeth into my collarbone, causing me to cry out in pain. -I opened my eyes and answer me, motherfucker. Dylan's voice sounded so deep and commanding that it made me shudder. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter. I opened my eyes, and was met with a gaze that showed absolute desire. A sigh escaped my parted lips. I felt like I was in a trance. -To you...? I murmured with a thread of voice, stuttering uncertainly. I knew instantly that I had made a mistake. For a new bite, much stronger than the previous one, snapped me out of my trance-like state. I let out a yelp of pain and felt my hair being harshly pulled, forcing me to turn my gaze towards Marcelo. -Speak well, you pig asshole. The contempt-filled tone in his voice made me shiver, my pussy was on fire. The hot water of the shower felt cold in comparison to the way my body was. -I... I belong to both of you... I am yours and yours alone, so you can use me as you wish. Under the hot water, my voice and my legs trembled. My whole body was at their mercy, Marcelo was behind me and Dylan in front. I felt Marcelo let out a soft laugh at the back of my neck and I shivered even more. Dylan grabbed my breasts hard, squeezing and kneading them. The feel of his big, calloused hands, ripped sighs from deep in my throat. My nipples were beginning to erect and he squeezed them, pinching them mercilessly. A high-pitched moan escaped my lips, immediately I felt a spank so hard it made me sob. -Who gave you permission to moan, you fucking whore? -Marce looked at Dylan disapprovingly, "It seems to me that this filthy pig doesn't know her place. He tugged on my hair again, not at all gently, forcing me to look him in the eye. My legs wavered and I felt myself falling, but Dylan quickly braced my trembling body, with his left arm, avoiding the impact and forcing me to stand firm there. While still torturing, with his right hand, my sensitive, abused nipples. I opened my mouth. I timidly opened my mouth as wide as I could, under his attentive and strict gaze. After a few seconds, which seemed like an eternity, I felt my husband spit in my mouth. He kept looking into my eyes with a mixture of satisfaction and arrogance. -Swallow it, piggy. I swallowed it quickly, without much thought, and turned my head, breaking eye contact. Then, my eyes met Marcelo's, his gaze filled with malice. An electric current ran through my insides, stealing a sigh. My eyes went down his body and I noticed how he was masturbating his cock with intensity. At that moment, he lowered his gaze as intense as it was hungry, I felt like helpless prey, facing an avid predator. Dylan shortened the distance between our bodies, pressing them even closer together. I could clearly feel his veiny cock stinging my belly. He released my breasts and grabbed his cock, sliding down my belly until he reached my legs. He then roughly spread them apart, deftly slipping his member between my thighs and simulating penetration. The friction, coupled with the sensation of his hard, hot cock rubbing against my equally hot and wet vagina, was driving me wild. Dylan guided the head of his cock to my clit, stroking me, causing moans and sighs to come from my mouth without any qualms. He was driving me to ecstasy, but every time I felt myself approaching orgasm, he would slow down and laugh and not let me finish. -This little slut is so wet, you can tell she loves cock. I felt humiliated, both men were laughing and making fun of my needy state. Marcelo squeezed my right buttock hard, making me squeal. He brought his fingers to my vagina, gathering some of my juices with them. -He said, "Clean my fingers. And, come on, don't do it. You like it so much, piggy. She put her thick fingers, soaked with the whitish liquid, on my lips and I licked them, swallowing my own acid juices. At the moment when I had my eyes closed, tasting my brother-in-law's offering, without warning, he abruptly shoved his entire cock into my vagina in one thrust. He shoved it in carelessly, from behind me. Arching my back I let out a high-pitched scream of pure ecstasy, as I came hard for his cock. -What a slutty, horny little pig, Dylan. She came as soon as I put it in. Marcelo rammed my body fiercely, without stopping. He shook me without delicacy. I couldn't stop moaning uncontrollably, while he looked at me with lust. He pulled my hair and brought my head close to his lips. -You're a fucking whore. How you love to get your cock stuck in you, while your husband watches... you disgust me. -My moans bounced off the walls of our bathroom. What kind of cheap whore did you marry, Dylan? I tried to speak, but I felt Dylan grabbing me violently by the head and forcing me to bend over. His sudden movement took me by surprise and made me squeal. In response, Marcelo rammed me more roughly and spanked my ass, bringing a tear of pain to my eye. The sound of our skins clashing simulated applause. -Don't even think of complaining about how well we treat you, you piece of shit. For a whore like you, this must be heaven. Marcelo spanked my ass again so hard this time, he left his hand all over me. Dylan kept pulling my head down hard, directing me without any subtlety to his erect cock. When I opened my mouth to try to speak to him, he shoved his cock all the way down my throat, producing a gagging sensation. This was a grotesque picture. I was being brutally fucked, in the shower of my house by my husband and his brother. Two brothers sharing the same blood and genes, now also sharing the same bitch. Unable to take it anymore, I had my long awaited orgasm. I screamed as I felt a violent gush of water coming out of my vagina, at the same time Marcelo and Dylan also came. I felt my mouth and my vagina full of cum. -Come on, you little whore, swallow our children. You piece of shit. -Dylan was telling me, while he was holding my nose and hitting my cheeks with his cock. -What a rich little slut. Dylan, I hope you don't mind if your wife gets pregnant by me. -Marcellus laughed, as he pulled his cock out of me, spanking me again. Hot semen ran down my legs. - The three of us are going to have a lot of fun together, brother. Steam filled the place, the hot water falling slowly down our skin in a sensual dance. The three of us were in total ecstasy. The onslaught was hard and constant, my mouth ached. My tears were streaming down my eyes, I felt like I was going to pass out and my legs were shaking. I realized that Dylan and Marcelo had made me their whore from the beginning. Surely they had it all planned, even before we started dating. And I, knowing nothing about it, fell into their beautiful trap. In my mind and in my heart there is only one desire, I just want to be fucked and enjoyed by them. I want to feel their cum in each of my holes, to be marked as their property. To be their only whore, their favorite cum deposit. To be marked as theirs, over and over again. And so it was that, in that instant while I was being brutally fucked by my two males, I understood that I only lived to be fucked by them. I only exist to be Dylan and Marcelo's whore, bitch, slut, piggy.