luna_writes

5 min·Mar 29

It all kicked off one humid evening last fall. I'd been out jogging, drenched in sweat, and came home to an empty house - or so I thought. I peeled off my shirt and shorts in the laundry room, figuring I'd cool off before hitting the shower. Bare as the day I was born, I wandered toward the stairs, only to nearly crash into my mom, Ellen, coming out of the kitchen with a glass of iced tea. Her eyes widened, locking onto me - not my face - and she choked on a sip. I froze for a split second, then darted upstairs, my face burning as her stunned silence echoed in my head. Ellen's a knockout - 5'5", lean from her morning hikes, with jet-black hair cropped just above her shoulders, gray eyes that spark like storm clouds, and a figure that still draws stares, even at 44. She didn't mention it after, but I started catching her looks - quick, curious glances when I'd lounge in boxers or towel off after a swim. It planted a seed, something dark and thrilling I couldn't shake. That night, alone in my attic room, I let it take over. I locked the door, sprawled on the bed, and lost myself in the thought of her. It was reckless, messy, and left me dizzy. Mom had been single since Dad bailed years ago, barely dating, just the two of us rattling around the house. No one else to judge me - she was all I could see. I got bolder, orbiting her like a moth to a flame. I'd linger when she cooked, brushing past her in the tight kitchen, my hand grazing her waist. She started leaning into it - asking me to zip her dress, knead her shoulders after a long shift at the hospital. One afternoon, she flopped on the couch and tossed me a bottle of oil, pointing at her back. I worked my hands over her, feeling her muscles loosen, her breath hitch. She rolled over once, giving me a glimpse under her loose tank top - no bra, just skin. My pulse thundered. A few nights later, she upped the stakes. She'd been gardening all day and asked me to rub her aching arms. She sat on the ottoman in a thin sundress, sleeves rolled up, dirt still smudged on her elbows. I started at her wrists, moved to her forearms, then higher. She didn't stop me, just tilted her head back, eyes half-closed. I could see the outline of her body through the fabric, the way it clung to her. My hands shook as I slid them along her shoulders, daring to dip lower. She broke it off there, sitting up with a soft, "That's good, Ethan - thanks." She padded off to wash up, leaving me wired and second-guessing. I thought about following her into the bathroom, steam curling around us, but if she'd pulled back then, what would she do if I pushed that far? I stayed put. The next jolt came out of nowhere. I was in my room the following morning, blinds half-open, working myself up again. The door creaked - Mom with a stack of clean towels. I yanked the sheet up, mid-stroke, but not fast enough. She didn't flinch, just grinned and said, "Hey, it's your space - no big deal." She dropped the towels, leaned in to ruffle my hair, and her fingers brushed my bare chest. Then, like it was nothing, she tugged the sheet down a bit, teasing me with a light touch. I unraveled in seconds. After that, we started crossing lines - tentative at first, then bolder, hands exploring, mouths following. Days later, it went all the way. We were in the living room, her stretched out after a shift, me rubbing her lower back. I was in gym shorts; she had on this flimsy nightshirt. She turned, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me down. "Wait here, " she said, then came back with a condom from her purse. She pushed me onto the rug, straddled me, and moved like she'd been waiting for it as long as I had - fierce, unapologetic. It was the wildest rush I'd ever felt. Now, we steal nights when the house is quiet, maybe once a week, tangled up in her bed under the skylight. I've been wondering about finding someone else - a girl who'd roll with it, maybe dive in with us. For now, though, it's just Mom and me, chasing this strange, electric thing we've built.

11 min·Feb 24

It had been nearly two years since I first started chatting with Ethan. Our conversations were sporadic at first, little sparks of connection flickering across the digital void. Back then, I lived halfway across the world, and meeting in person wasn't even a possibility. But life has a way of shifting plans - six months ago, I relocated to his city, settling into a new rhythm. Over time, our chats grew deeper, more intentional. We explored our desires, tested boundaries, and discovered just how well we clicked in this dance of dominance and submission. The talks were always easy, playful, and often steamy. We exchanged real details - names, photos, little proofs of authenticity - building trust brick by brick. Eventually, we agreed to meet face-to-face, somewhere public for my peace of mind. Coffee turned into hours of conversation, laughter, and a chemistry that hummed between us. He was earnest, kind, and surprisingly grounded. I liked him. A lot. So, we planned our first real session. This was my first plunge into dominance in the flesh. I'd dabbled online - enough to know it set my pulse racing - and Ethan, with his years of experience as a submissive, promised to guide me where he could. "Take your time, " he'd said. "I've got you." His reassurance loosened the knot of nerves in my chest. We skipped the preamble of a public meetup this time, heading straight to a boutique hotel downtown. When I arrived, he was already there, lingering near the entrance, his dark brown hair catching the light. He approached, shy but eager, and I leaned in, brushing a kiss against his cheek. Then, close to his ear, I whispered, "Kneel. Kiss my shoes." His body stiffened, eyes darting around the empty lobby. No one was watching. Slowly, he sank to his knees, pressing his lips to the leather of my ankle boots with a reverence that sent a thrill up my spine. As he moved to lift his head, I planted my foot on it, pinning him down. The pressure was firm, deliberate, and I savored the sight of him humbled beneath me. His breath hitched - nervous, maybe, about being seen - but he softened into it, surrendering bit by bit. "You lift your head when I say so, not before. Got it? " My voice was steady, commanding. "Yes, Mistress, " he murmured. I pressed harder, grinding the sole against his scalp. "This is your punishment for hesitating. When I give an order, you obey. No second-guessing. Understood? " "Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry. It won't happen again." His tone was thick with remorse. "Up now. Let's go." I released him and strode toward the elevator, not looking back. He scrambled to follow, and when I glanced at him, I caught the flush creeping up his neck, the bulge straining against his jeans. His eyes dropped when they met mine, and I smirked, heat pooling low in my belly. In the room - a sleek space with a plush sofa and a king-sized bed - I didn't waste time. "Strip. Kneel in the center." He moved fast, shedding his clothes and dropping to his knees, gaze fixed on the floor. I paced around him, taking him in. Ethan was striking - broad shoulders from hours at the gym, lean muscle without the bulk, dark hair swept back, and hazel eyes that hinted at a quiet confidence. No one would guess this poised, handsome man craved submission behind closed doors. His arousal was obvious, standing proud, but I wasn't here for that - not yet. "Legs apart, hands behind your back, eyes down, " I instructed. "This is how I want you when you're with me. Clear? " "Yes, Mistress, " he said, adjusting instantly. His voice trembled slightly, desire lacing every syllable. "And no touching yourself or cum without my say so. Your pleasure belongs to me now. Understood? " "Yes, Mistress. At your command." I stepped closer, tilting his chin up with my fingers. His skin was warm, and I traced a slow path across his forehead, down his cheekbones, lingering at his lips. A soft moan escaped him. I slipped a finger into his mouth, and he sucked eagerly, eyes fluttering shut. Two fingers, then three, and I worked them in and out, watching him melt. Then, abruptly, I pulled them free - and slapped him hard across the face. His eyes snapped open, startled. I hit him again, then again, a series of sharp, stinging blows - ten in all, just because I felt like it. "Problem with me slapping you, pup? " I asked, voice cool. "No, Mistress. You're in charge. Do whatever you want with me." "Good boy." I delivered three more slaps, hard enough to rock him sideways. His cheeks blazed red, and I was buzzing with excitement. I held my hands to his lips. "Kiss them. Thank the hands that discipline you." "Thank you, Mistress. Thank you so much. It's an honor." He kissed each knuckle with fervor, his breath ragged, a slick puddle forming beneath him. "Sometimes I'll slap you to punish you, sometimes just because I feel like it. And you'll take it because you want to please me, don't you, pup? " "Yes, Mistress. Anything you want. I just want to make you happy." I grinned, ruffling his hair like he was a pet. "Good boy." He beamed, despite the sting. "Follow me to the sofa. Crawl." "Yes, Mistress." I sank into the cushions, watching him shuffle across the floor on all fours. He stopped at my feet, head bowed, waiting. I let the silence stretch, relishing his submission, the power coursing through me. He didn't flinch, didn't question - just waited. "Kiss my shoes again. Then lick them clean. They're a little dirty." "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, thank you! " He dove in, lips brushing the leather before his tongue darted out, lapping at every inch. I leaned back, smug, as he worked. My boots gleamed under his care, and I lifted one, pressing the sole to his mouth. He licked without hesitation, groaning softly. I dragged the tread across his tongue, using him like a rag, then smeared it over his face. His moans grew louder, desperate. "Please, Mistress, " he gasped. "Please let me touch myself. I'm losing it." "No, pup. Not yet. Keep licking." My tone brooked no argument. "Please, I'm begging you..." He licked harder, voice breaking as I pressed my sole against his cheek. "Earn it, and maybe I'll consider it. No promises." "As you command, Mistress, " he said, resigned, moving to the other boot. A small pool of pre-cum glistened on the floor. I stepped in it, smearing it across his face. "Clean it up." He obeyed, tongue sweeping the mess with devotion. I rested my foot on his head as he worked, pinning him down until the floor shone. Then I yanked his hair, spat in his face, and watched him shudder. "Go wash your mouth and face with soap, you filthy mutt. I'm going to use you, and I want you spotless. Move." He bolted to the bathroom, returning damp and kneeling before me. I grabbed his hair, dragging his face between my thighs. He went limp, dazed, utterly mine. I could feel how soaked I was, and it fueled me. "See how wet you've made me, slut? " "Yes, Mistress. Please, let me taste you. Please..." I tugged his hair harder, slapping him repeatedly. "You want it that bad? " I rubbed myself against his face, loving his helpless, adoring expression. "Yes, Mistress. I want it so much. Please." Another slap. "Say it again." "Please, Mistress, let me have the honor of pleasing you. I've dreamed of you for so long. I'm begging." "Humiliate yourself more. Bark." "Woof, woof." "Louder." "Woof, woof! " "Crawl around." He did, clumsily eager. "Give me your paw and stick out your tongue." He complied, panting. I was unraveling. "Now take off my shoes and lick my feet. Beg while you do it." He pried off my boots, tongue tracing my soles, my arches, between my toes, pleading all the while. "Please, Mistress, let me please you..." I touched myself, teetering on the edge, his desperation pushing me closer. I shoved my foot in his mouth, silencing his pleas, and we both moaned. Laughing, I pulled it out, smacking his face with it, then offered it back for more licking. He was a wreck, and I was soaked. Finally, I stood, shoving him back with my foot. I hiked up my skirt, revealing lace panties, and beckoned him closer. "Smell me. Get used to your Mistress's scent. No licking, no kissing - just smell." He inhaled deeply, eyes glazed, trembling with need. I ground against his face, letting him stew in it, then stepped back. He whined, and I laughed, peeling off the panties. His jaw dropped, hunger etched into every line of his face. I sprawled on the sofa, legs spread. "Come here, pup. Your reward - eat me out." "Thank you, Mistress! Thank you a million times, my Queen! " He dove in, tongue everywhere - lips, clit, deeper - driving me wild. I came hard, gripping his hair, smearing my release across his face. I spat on him, slapped him, then shoved him back down for more. "Hands behind you. I'm using your mouth, your tongue - they're mine now." "Yes, Mistress. All yours. Use me however you want." I rode his face, controlling every move, climaxing again and again - four, maybe five times. He begged to cum, and I denied him, slapping him harder, relishing his frantic devotion. "Lick my feet and thank me for using you." "Thank you, Mistress, for letting me taste you, for using me." He lapped at my feet as I reclined, sated. "Get me wine and a snack, " I ordered. He fetched a bottle of red and some cheese, setting it up neatly. "Now, head on the chair. You're my throne." He positioned himself, face up on the seat, and I settled onto him, eating casually. His breathing was ragged beneath me, and I lifted occasionally to let him gasp, then sank back down. I came twice more, ignoring his muffled pleas. "Please, Mistress, let me cum, " he whimpered. "Beg again." "Please, I'm begging -" I smothered him mid-sentence, laughing. "No. Focus on my pleasure. That's all that matters." "Yes, Mistress." A pause. "Thank you? " I sat harder, grinning. When I finished eating, I sipped wine, scrolling my phone, treating him like furniture. Eventually, I stood. He kissed my feet, murmuring, "Thank you, thank you, " and I softened, stroking his back. Then I kissed him - soft, surprising him. He lit up. "Eat my ass now." He attacked with gusto, tongue relentless, my grip on his hair unyielding. I lost count of my orgasms. When he begged again, I dragged him to the sofa, sat on his face, and said, "Make me come more, and I'll let you." "Thank you, Mistress! " he cried, diving back in. I rode him hard, and when I was ready, I growled, "Come for me, slut." He erupted, and so did I, collapsing onto him. I stayed there, catching my breath, then stood. He dropped to the floor, kissing my feet, thanking me endlessly. I knew then - he was mine.

9 min·Nov 7·Tourist Guide Seduces Me · Part 2

I woke up very early the next morning, the time change was still causing me problems and when I looked at the clock, it was only half past five in the morning. I must have had an erotic dream too, because when I reached between my legs I felt moisture there. My throat was dry and I had nothing to drink. So I called room service and ordered an orange juice. After a short time, a small, sturdily built older man in a hotel uniform came and entered my room after knocking. I had him put the orange juice on my dessert and he put the bill next to it for me to sign. I reached for the pen with my right hand and signed. However, he suddenly grabbed my hand and brought it to his nose. He smelled it and then grinned at me meaningfully. My head turned red because it was the hand I had grabbed my pussy with just before. Without hesitation, he opened his zipper with one hand while he pulled my blanket away with the other. I was lying there with just my nightgown pulled up. My cunt was exposed and he looked at it while he took his cock out of his pants. It was already stiff and stood out bobbing. I stared at the cock and he grinned. At a sign from him, I took off my nightdress and willingly spread my legs. He immediately came between my legs, positioned his cock and penetrated deep inside me with a hard thrust. I moaned loudly as his cock stretched my hole. He immediately began to take me impetuously with hard thrusts that brought me to orgasm after a short time. My wet cunt smacked loudly while he took me violently. Naked and with my legs apart, I lay beneath him while he was still fully clothed and only had his pants open. His thrusts were powerful and intense and after a few minutes he tensed up and his sperm shot into me in spurts. After he had emptied himself, he pulled his cock out of me, smeared the rest of his cum on my pubic hair and then wrapped up his cock. He nodded to me and then left my room. These spontaneous fucks started to excite me and I wondered how easily I was willing to be fucked like that. I drank my orange juice and then slept for another three hours before showering and going to breakfast. I felt like the waiters were all looking at me kind of strangely, but nothing was obvious to me. When I got back to my room, the Thai man from room service was standing outside my door. I looked at him questioningly. His strong grip on my chest showed me what he wanted from me. I opened my door and he entered the room with me, pulling up my T-shirt as he entered and exposing my breasts. Then he took it off while he kneaded one breast vigorously. My nipples erected quickly. He pushed me onto my knees and, as before, only opened his pants. His semi-rigid cock stretched out towards me and I took it in my mouth. He hadn't washed it and I could still taste my cunt juice and his cum. I started to suck him slowly and deeply, but he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it hard and fast into my mouth, fucking me while his cock got hard again. His hot cock thrust deep into my throat. Then he pulled it out and pushed me to the bed. He pulled my pants down and pushed me onto the bed in a doggy position. I spread my legs and felt him push two fingers into my cunt to check my wetness. The fingers penetrated easily and so he put his cock in, parted my labia with his glans and penetrated me hard. I moaned with lust and my cunt twitched around his cock. He grabbed my hips and began to fuck me rhythmically and hard. His cock kept sinking into my cunt and my breasts swayed with every thrust. In the mirror, I could see how he routinely fucked me. His balls slapped against me and my cunt smacked loudly across the room. After a short time, I had my first orgasm and moaned it out while he just kept on fucking me. After a quarter of an hour he increased the tempo, pulled his cock out further during the thrusts and then squirted his sperm into my hot wet cunt. He filled it with his warm juice. After he had finished he pulled his cock out and held it in front of my mouth. I started to lick him clean and tasted his fresh cum. When his cock was clean, he put it back in his pants, nodded to me with a grin and left my room. Still horny, I took the cum running out of me on my fingers and licked it off. When I looked at the clock, I realized how late it was and I quickly washed my cunt, put my T-shirt and trousers back on and went downstairs. My tour guide was already waiting for me and we hired a cab for the city tour. His eyes glanced at my T-shirt under which my nipples were clearly visible. We drove through the city for a few hours and he showed me various temples and sights. I was sweating and my breasts were even more prominent. He did a good job and I took lots of photos. We ate in between and in the late afternoon we drove to a temple just outside the city. We then set off on the way back when my guide suddenly reached under my T-shirt, pushed it up and exposed my naked breasts. We were both sitting in the back seat. He grinned at me and immediately started kneading my breasts. Surprised, I let him do it and my nipples quickly became hard and stood out. The cab driver adjusted his mirror so that he could watch us. After my nipples were hard, he grabbed my head and pushed it down onto his cock, which he had taken out in the meantime. I willingly took it in my mouth and started to suck it. It tasted of sweat and grew quickly in my mouth. I sucked his cock while he continued to work on my breasts. He spoke briefly to the driver in Thai and he drove to an obscure spot in the vegetation. My tour guide got out, pulled me with him and took off my pants as soon as I was outside. I stood naked in front of the two men, who looked at me with greedy eyes. They exchanged a few words and the driver sat down in the back seat. The tour guide led me over and bent me over so that I could suck the driver's cock. Then he spread my legs and penetrated me hard and deep, making me moan loudly. The driver took advantage of this to stick his cock in my mouth. I tasted his sweat on my tongue while his hand on the back of my neck guided my head. I sucked on it and licked the glans while I felt a hot cock fucking my cunt deep and hard. After a short time I came again and my twitching cunt closed around his cock and with a groan he unloaded inside me. A large amount of cum filled my hole. Then he pulled it out, smeared the rest of the cum on my pubic hair and came to the car. He took my camera, set it to video and recorded with relish how I sucked and licked the driver's cock. After a few minutes, he moaned and squirted his juice down my throat. I tasted the viscous sperm that he pumped into my mouth thrust after thrust. I swallowed it as he was still holding my head. Afterwards, I got dressed without much further ado and the two of them got dressed. We drove back to the hotel and the tour guide asked me if I had liked the driver's cock too. I just nodded and he said that the driver wanted to fuck my cunt too. As I would be there for several weeks, that wouldn't be a problem. They both dropped me off at the hotel with a grin on their faces and a day at the beach was arranged for the next day. I made myself a cozy evening at the bar and felt that my thoroughly fucked cunt was hurting a bit. In bed that evening, I reviewed the hours since my arrival and realized that I'd had 3 men in my cunt or pussy within 36 hours. Two of them more than once. The spontaneous quick acts excited me like I had never known before. Then I went to bed, not without first watching on my camera how I made a cock squirt with my mouth. At the same time I pushed 2 fingers into my aching cunt. Then I fell asleep and wondered what the next day would bring.

8 min·Nov 6·Tourist Guide Seduces Me · Part 1

I am now 28 years old and want to tell you about my vacation in Thailand, which turned out quite differently than I had expected. Briefly about me. I am 1.68 tall, bra 75b with firm pear-shaped breasts. My pussy has large labia and is surrounded by a slightly trimmed bush of black pubic hair. I weigh just under 60 kg and am athletic. At the age of 24, I had passed my first exams in my studies and treated myself to a 3-week vacation in Bangkok. I had booked a Thai guide in advance, as this was recommended, and finally arrived after a long flight. When I came out of the airport, I immediately started sweating as the humidity was very high. I rarely wore a bra, so it was only a short time before my T-shirt became transparent with sweat and you could see my breasts. I looked around and spotted a Thai man holding up a sign with my name on it. He was a good 18 years older than me, the same height as me, but of a strong build. What I didn't know at the time was that he thought that all tourists only came to Thailand to get it on with the locals. But I was still to get a clear sense of his attitude. I had also been single again for a while, so I hadn't had much sex. But my vacation thoughts weren't about that at all, I just wanted to relax and look at Thailand. So I approached him with a smile and he scrutinized me, staring unabashedly at my breasts that were visible under my T-shirt. He said that he spoke English and introduced himself with a long name. Then he told me that I should just call him Joe, that would be easier for me. He then took my luggage and walked me to a car. We drove into the city and he made small talk with me, telling me a few things about Bangkok. He kept staring at my breasts and grinning cheekily. At the hotel, he helped me check in and we arranged to meet at the hotel pool to relax in the afternoon, as I was a bit tired. He said that I had paid for him to be available 24 hours a day. I then unpacked my things in my room, put on my red bikini in the afternoon and went to the pool. He was already waiting for me in his swimming trunks and we went to a quiet spot in the extensive grounds. I lay down on a lounger and he asked if he should rub me down. Due to the heat, I gratefully accepted and he sat down on my lounger and started to rub my stomach and upper body around my bikini top. He didn't say a word, then suddenly, with a seemingly routine movement, he pushed my top down and exposed my breasts. Before I could say anything else, he rubbed the suntan lotion into my breasts with firm movements. He kneaded them firmly and my nipples quickly swelled under the treatment. Without saying anything, he pushed the top back up and covered my breasts again. Then he turned to my legs and rubbed the suntan oil onto my skin. My nipples were still pushing through my top and I let him continue, simply too surprised by this routine treatment. He continued rubbing my legs and suddenly he pulled my panties down to my knees in one powerful movement, exposed my pussy and continued rubbing sun oil all over it. I just stared at him, perplexed, and he just carried on. Then he looked at me and said: Nice tits and pussy. He reached between my legs. His finger, rubbed with suntan oil, penetrated deep inside me and he rubbed me briefly. When he pulled out, he reached my clitoris and I flinched violently. But he pulled my briefs back up with a jerk and grinned at me. He told me to turn around and I did so. Then he rubbed suntan oil on my back. I realized that I had become very aroused but didn't say anything because I was wondering about myself. When he had finished, I turned around again and he looked at me with a grin and pointed into my lap. When I looked, a wet spot was clearly visible. He slipped his hand into my panties and immediately penetrated me again. With quick movements, he pushed his fingers in and out of my cunt. It only took a short time for me to orgasm, trying to be quiet. Grinning, he pulled his fingers out of me and wiped the juice off my panties. Then he lay down on his lounger and left me alone with my orgasm. Completely surprised and perplexed, I lay there in the sun and wondered at myself. The whole thing had happened so quickly that I hadn't even thought about resisting. After an hour and a half, I simply got too hot and said that I wanted to go into the room. He came with me without comment and carried my towel and my things. Then he came to me and pulled my briefs down again with a jerk. He reached between my legs and made me wet again almost immediately. Then he took off his swimming trunks and revealed a semi-rigid cock. He pushed me onto my knees with force and his cock dangled in front of my face. His hand went to the back of my neck and pressed me against his sweaty cock, which I took into my mouth. I started to lick over the glans and without thinking started to service him with my mouth. I sucked and licked his cock as it grew bigger and harder in my mouth. When he was hard and firm, he pulled me up and directed me to the bed. There he took off my briefs and top and pushed himself between my thighs. He pushed them apart with force, placed his cock against my cunt and pushed deep inside me with a powerful thrust. I moaned loudly as his hard cock penetrated me and thrust deep inside me. His hard part penetrated me deeply. He propped himself up to the right and left of my head and immediately began to fuck me with hard, deep thrusts. His cock stretched my cunt and it clapped loudly when his balls slapped against me. I lay under him with my legs apart and it wasn't long before my first orgasm made my cunt twitch. He didn't mind but continued to fuck me hard and routinely. My cunt smacked through the room. His thrusts became faster and harder. I realized that he was only using my hole for his own satisfaction. My breasts were shaking violently and my nipples were sticking out. After a short time, I came again and at the same time he lay down on me with all his weight, pushed his cock deep inside me and unloaded himself into my cunt. Thrust after thrust of hot sperm squirted into my hole and filled it. He stayed on top of me until it was all inside me, then he pulled his cock out of me and wiped the rest of the cum off on my pubic hair. While I lay on the bed and the sperm ran out of my cunt, he got dressed. He told me that I was good to fuck and that he would pick me up tomorrow after breakfast to take me on a tour of the city. Then he left my room, while I only now really realized that I had just let a stranger fuck me and come several times. I spent the rest of the day a little tired from the flight and then fell asleep.

7 min·Sep 9

This happened about a year ago when I was in my mid-18s. I was with my boyfriend because we went to buy some stuff, and we got a little horny and decided to fuck. So we went to a drugstore to get condoms, by this time it was about 7 o'clock at night, it was already dark. My boyfriend gets off for condoms and I was driving so already, he took us to a street where there are a lot of parked cars and we stopped there. I was wearing a dress like floral so it was going to be easy, I take off my panties and get on my boyfriend. I start to move and everything, he pulls down the top of my dress to leave my breasts uncovered, we were about 5 minutes like that until out of nowhere there is a knock on the window. It was a policeman, so I get off my boyfriend and cover myself, and my boyfriend gets off to talk to him. For this, we didn't have any money to bribe the policeman because we had just gone to buy things at the supermarket, so I didn't know what we were going to do, and my boyfriend was talking to him outside. Then my boyfriend came back and told me that they wanted to take us away, and that we didn't have any money to give to the cop, and what were we doing. I was in a panic because I was only 18 and my parents would kill me if they found out. So I decided to go down and talk to the cop, and the three of us were there. The cop says, "we can arrange it another way", and my boyfriend asks how, then the cop starts questioning us about if we are boyfriend and girlfriend, how old we are, my name and so on, then he told us that his offer was not to do anything to us, in exchange for me. My boyfriend was out of the loop, and I was doubly so, and I asked him to explain in more detail what that entailed. Then he says we would go to the patrol car in the back while my boyfriend is in front of the patrol car pretending to be the cop. And he practically said that we were going to continue what he was doing with my boyfriend, but with him. We asked him to give us a chance to talk about it, and in the end we came to the conclusion that it was the best and the only option, so we go to the policeman and he just smiles at me and pulls me. He asks me to give him a kiss, so I kiss him while he grabs my waist and my ass, and when we separate, he tells me to open my mouth, I do it, and then he spits inside me. Then we go to the patrol car and we get into the car as he told us, so when we are already in the back, he takes off his pants and asks me to suck him, the truth is that I had it a little big but it tasted horrible, but I had no choice, then he starts to push my head so I could get it all in, and with jobs I could breathe, then every time he took it out, he slapped me. Then he tells me to take off my dress, I take it off and I am totally naked, then he starts to suck my tits while he puts his fingers in my vagina and my ass, I told him that I was a virgin there, and he told me "you are not to put conditions", then he asks me to get on him and put his penis in me, but I told him to put on a condom, and he says no, he gives the orders, then I have no choice but to do it, and he asks me to kiss him while I go up and down, and so we were about 5 minutes, then he pulled out his tongue and asked me to suck it as if it were a penis. Then he asks me to stand facing forward and to bend down, I do it, and then he starts to eat my ass, and to run his tongue through my anus, I try not to moan, but between sighs and moans I ask him not from behind, and he tells me, you are already a whore and the best thing is that you don't even get paid. When my ass was well sucked he tells me to sit on his cock, but he puts it pointing to my anus, and asks me to go down slowly, I feel his head in my anus, and I feel how it stretches, it was hard to enter because it was going sideways because it did not enter, it was very small, then I managed to get the head in and he whips me, his cock enters me all at once and I scream in pain and beg him to stop, it hurts a lot and I feel like he had broken my ass, I start to cry from the pain while he pulls me up and lifts me up grabbing my hips, after a while I get used to it and it stops hurting, by the time we finish I get up and he tells me "damn cheap whore, you left my dick shitting", and I tell him that I didn't plan on getting something in there, and he says "your punishment is going to be to leave it clean but with your tongue" and I had to suck him off, I almost threw up but I managed to avoid it, I was afraid that if he threw up he would do something worse to me, finally I left it clean. Finally he asks me to ride him again, he puts it in my vagina and starts fucking me again, this time it was only about 2 minutes until he tells me that he is going to come, and I tell him "please just come outside" and he says no, so he comes inside. When he was done he told me that was it, that I should leave but first he wanted a souvenir picture so he took a naked picture of me even though he half covered my face. My boyfriend and I went to the house to get money and then we went out again to buy a post day pill, and we agreed that we would not talk about it again, that it would be as if it had not happened. And since then we haven't been in a car since.

5 min·Sep 1

This is my first story and I will begin by telling you a little about us. My name is Javier, I am 38 years old, tall and with a good physique, I take good care of myself, my wife's name is Daniela, she is 36 years old, she has a very good body, big breasts where what stands out the most are her nipples that are bigger than usual, a very good waist and a big and perky ass, all this very well cared for despite already having 4 children. I have always been attracted to sex and enjoy it without limits, however my wife has always been more shy, demure, due to her family upbringing. I have always been an assiduous reader of the stories on this site which were adding ideas to gradually make my wife was going out of the usual and began to enjoy sex without inhibitions. I began to encourage her to read erotic literature, different books which were opening her mind, she began to be more sexually active. I tell you that she had never masturbated, the typical negative view that some women have of self-pleasure, I was very excited that she began to enjoy her body, to know it, she always dreamed of seeing how she masturbated which excited me a lot. One day I decided to change alarms in my house, which is very big, so I thought this was the opportunity to give free rein to my desire to observe how she acted while enjoying her readings, so I requested the installation of security cameras in various sectors, including my bedroom. So the days went by, the children went to school early and she was left alone at home some days, until the day came. I remember it as if it were yesterday, the children left early, she came back to our room, turned on the heating and went to bed to enjoy reading. I in my office was beginning to enjoy my investment in cameras. She rested her iPad on a cushion to free her hands and give free rein to the fantasies running through her head, unaware that at the same time I was also giving free rein to my own fantasies. Her hands began to slowly climb inside her pajamas, I could see how she was caressing her breasts by the movement of her clothes, however apparently it was not enough and the temperature was rising, so she got rid of her top. I was very excited watching her caressing her breasts while she enjoyed her reading, she was massaging them softly, no doubt she was discovering her pleasure, her body, little by little she began to increase her movements, her excitement was increasing, she not only wanted to touch her breasts that I could already feel how her nipples were hard but also her sex was thirsty to receive her caresses, so she got rid of her pajama bottoms, what a delight it was for me to see this show in the first row. I was very excited watching how she was enjoying her body, she was touching her breasts not softly but squeezing them squeezing her nipples with her fingertips, she was passing them through her mouth to moisten it and massage them more intensely, while with the other hand she was gently massaging her clitoris, she was enjoying her reading while I opened my pants taking advantage of the solitude of my office, I asked not to receive any calls and I started to caress myself while I saw her doing the same. What a pleasure to see how she was gradually getting more and more excited, I heard her moans of pleasure and how she increased the intensity of her caresses, which I was also doing as I felt how hard this show was making me. She ran her hands through her sex and then took them to her mouth to feel the taste of her excitement, faster and faster, I felt that she was about to reach her climax because of the speed of her caresses and the intensity of her breathing, faster and faster until her body writhed with pleasure a great moan left her body at the same time that I released all my pleasure also with the satisfaction of the first fantasy fulfilled.

8 min·Aug 30

We both (Tina, 23, and Lukas, 26) often have a great desire for other people's skin. That's why we also look for that special thrill on vacation trips. We always book a room in these adults-only hotels in Egypt or Turkey. Children are not allowed there, the minimum age is usually 16 years old. These hotels are not only popular with older and tourists who love peace and quiet, but also among swingers. After dark, the party starts on many balconies. It's easy to make very horny acquaintances. In our favorite hotel in Turkey, the partition walls between the balconies and the neighbors are transparent. After we had lots of sex on the balcony on the first evening balcony, there were already invitations from left and right. It was another very horny week with lots of sex with various hotel guests. See and be seen is the motto on such occasions. The temperatures in the evening are only bearable to endure naked. And with such great views as in these hotels, I like to stand on the balustrade of the balcony and look around. To the left, right, above and below and, depending on the location of the hotel, sometimes even opposite you can see other guests, say hello or wave to each other. Then Lukas usually takes notice, gets up from his chair and stands behind me. He quickly grabs my breasts with both hands, massages and kneads them. I push my bottom backwards. It never takes long for his cock to grow and get harder and harder. At the same time, my pussy gets wetter and wetter and Lukas sticks his stick deep inside. The interested neighbors notice what we're up to by our movements or my "noises" at the latest. Their reactions are always very clear. During our last visit, our immediate neighbors were a married couple my parents' age and two male friends. We spent an evening in each of the two neighboring rooms. Unfortunately, our suggestion of a six-way encounter failed because of the husband. He was interested in swapping wives, but didn't want to watch his sweetheart being fucked by three strangers' cocks. What a pityThis vacation last fall, however, we took it even further. We also always enjoy getting a massage at the hotel. Only male masseurs work at our favorite hotel, which Lukas doesn't mind and I certainly don't mind. We had booked a massage for every other day, I always booked full-body massages. How does a woman show up for a full-body massage? In a bikini, in a swimsuit, in underwear? I don't know how others do it. For me, a full-body massage is for the whole body. So I was always completely naked under my bathrobe. My masseur was visibly surprised the first time when he asked me to lie down on the massage table and I took off my bathrobe. He probably hadn't expected a completely naked body, but he was professional enough to take this unfamiliar sight in his stride. It started with the back massage and he also had the courage to include my bottom. Although I spread my legs appropriately, he left the insides of my thighs untouched. Even when I was lying on my back, he didn't touch my breasts. He could have asked, but I guess he didn't have the courage. He had obviously never seen such a "shocking" sight from a customer. When I showed up naked for my next appointment, my masseur became braver. No inch of my body was left out. My breasts were massaged, lying on my back and stomach, the insides of my thighs were vigorously worked up to my labia. I could already feel myself getting wet and the masseur would certainly not have missed it. A few times I could feel how, as he stroked me with his palms, one or other of his fingers landed "purely by chance" between my labia, which were already very swollen. The third time, he told me that his two colleagues were begging him to swap places with him. But he refused. So his massages of my body were already a topic of conversation between the three masseurs. I found that remarkable. When I told my boyfriend, he immediately knew how horny I was. He took the opportunity the next day to talk to the three masseurs on his own. I didn't know the other two yet. He asked her if all five of us would like to meet up outside the hotel and have some fun. At the next massage appointment, my masseur told me that a friend of his has a massage studio where the five of us can go. However, he will probably want to be there if he lets us use his rooms. We didn't really care about one man more or less. If anything, it made it even more appealing to me. So we agreed and arranged a time the following afternoon. The studio was at the end of the street and you couldn't miss it. The three masseurs from our hotel were already waiting at the entrance when Lukas and I arrived. Although I didn't know the other two yet, they were already greeting me with kisses on the left and kisses on the right. The weather was still very warm for mid-October. That's why I was only wearing a loose white T-shirt with nothing underneath. Her bra and panties had been left in the hotel room. One of the masseurs had probably already noticed that. He immediately reached his hand under my shirt and onto my bare bottom while kissing me. Very brave, I thought. But very soon he would have a lot more. The owner of the studio then opened the door for us and immediately pulled my long T-shirt over my head as he greeted us. We weren't even fully inside the building yet. It came as a surprise to me, but it wasn't unpleasant. When the horniness is right, I don't need any time to get going. Just a few seconds later, I was lying on a massage table with my legs spread wide apart and all five guys were naked too. They then spent well over an hour on me, first simultaneously, then alternately. I had their cocks in my mouth, my pussy and my bottom again and again. Lukas doesn't like anal that much, it sometimes hurts him. That's why his cock is always in my pussy during the "double decker", while another one opens my "back door". That afternoon, I still had a third cock in my mouth and two more in my hands. After all five men had squirted their juice into a condom or into my mouth once, each of them needed a short break. So they took turns for the next few minutes. However, I was "busy" without interruption. I like to test my limits and this was another such opportunity. The owner of the studio had a very dominant manner that was almost borderline for my previous experiences. When I was sucking his very large cock, he kept holding my head so tightly and pressing it down on his abdomen that it made me choke again and again. That made him hornier and hornier. Later he also rammed his club into my bottom so hard that I had never experienced it before. He would also have liked to tie me to one of the massage tables, but I didn't want that. But all in all, it was a really great experience for both Lukas and me. We would actually be back in this hotel now, but unfortunately the pandemic has stopped us. Even the swingers' clubs that we like to visit regularly are still closed. We regret that very much. But we have made private contacts and will have a lot of fun at some private parties in Cologne and Amsterdam over the next few weeks. We will be spending the first two weeks of August there.