Ever since I can remember, I've been wired for submission, drawn to humiliation and shame more than physical pain. It hit me hard when I was about 14, at a local pool, when a friend named Sarah yanked my towel away while I was changing. Two other girls saw my half-hard dick and burst into giggles, pointing and mocking me. That moment stuck with me - fueling my fantasies for months. At 20, I fell head over heels for a girl named Chloe from a nearby town. She was everything I'd dreamed of: sharp-witted and stunning. We dated for about seven months, but our sex life was tame - vanilla to a fault. I craved something darker, though I never dared say it. I could tell Chloe had her own wild streak, but we were too young, too shy, to explore it. Eventually, she met someone else and moved to a city 200 miles away. I was gutted. Now, at 29, I've been with my partner, Lauren, for six years. We dabble in some light kink, which keeps things exciting. But with her blessing, I've also got a Mistress, Vanessa, who takes my humiliation to another level - tormenting me with jealousy and exposure until I'm a wreck of arousal. Lauren and Vanessa even team up sometimes, weaving my submissive urges into their game. They grill me separately, comparing notes to see if I'm baring my soul truthfully. It's intense. For my last birthday, I had no clue what they'd cooked up. They'd already dug out my deepest secrets - like how I still pine for Chloe, imagining her as a cruel domme in my private moments. Once, Vanessa tied me naked to a tree in the woods, blindfolded, and left me there. Lauren showed up soon after, teasing me until I confessed - under her relentless touch - that I picture Chloe slapping me in public, making me wet myself in front of strangers, or edging me with a remote toy while she screws other guys as I watch, helpless. Those fantasies used to be mine alone, but not anymore. Solo jerking's off-limits now - if I'm horny and Lauren's not in the mood, she just says, "Call Vanessa and beg." Their control leaves me drowning in shame and powerlessness, which only fuels me more. I exist to amuse them, and I love it. Anyway, back to that birthday surprise. We'd planned a dinner party at our place - 15 friends, starting at 7 p.m. Around 5: 30, I was soaking in the tub, getting ready, when the doorbell rang. Lauren answered, and I heard muffled voices. Then the bathroom door flew open - Vanessa stood there, eyes glinting. "Open your mouth, " she barked. I knew better than to argue, so I did. She shoved a rag in, gagging me, then blindfolded me. Hauling me out dripping wet, she sat me on the toilet. "Stroke that pathetic little thing, " she ordered. Her mocking laugh echoed as I obeyed, shame and uncertainty making me hard in seconds. Lauren's voice cut in next. She bound my hands behind my back, tying them to the toilet base. I tried to mumble protests - the guests were due soon - but the gag silenced me. Then came the moment that broke me open. Lauren whispered in my left ear, "We're about to rip your heart out, you little pig." Vanessa purred in my right, "You'll feel what it's like to have your slave brain fucked - not just in your head, but for real." My pulse hammered; my cock throbbed. Fear and arousal fried my nerves. A hand - I couldn't tell whose - grazed my aching erection, teasing the tip agonizingly slow. Another scratched lightly at my balls, the kind of touch that unravels me. It was torture - every second felt like I'd explode, but I couldn't, not yet. The buildup was unbearable, a wildfire in my groin, all stoked by their words and the scene they'd trapped me in. I stayed silent, desperate to please, terrified of screwing up with guests so close. Lauren murmured, "Imagine Chloe's here, watching this." Vanessa added, "We told her how you still love her - how you cast her as your twisted domme when you're alone." "Picture her laughing at you, " Lauren said. "We know that wrecks you, you filthy mess." They kept at it, piling on taunts until tears welled up. "Cry, you disgusting perv, " Lauren snapped. "We're squeezing out your tears and your cum together." Vanessa chimed in, "You'll die emotionally for us - melt from lust, choke on shame. It's your gift from your goddesses." "Piss yourself too, " Lauren growled. "We know you're scared enough to - do it now, you vile thing! " I wasn't used to her like this, but I couldn't resist - sobbing, imagining Chloe's mocking stare, I let go. The stench hit fast, and their laughter rang out. Hands returned to my cock, stroking me to the brink. Lauren yelled, "I'm counting down from 10. We'll keep you burning. You cum exactly at zero - smell your mess, cry harder, picture Chloe saying you were never man enough for her. But if you blow early, I'm gone - today." I bawled, wrecked. Vanessa hissed, "When you cum, we'll rip off the blindfold. You'll face your shame in the flesh while your pathetic soul fries." I was losing it, desperate to obey. Lauren started, "Ten... nine... eight..." Vanessa took over, "Seven - six - five, " rapid-fire. I couldn't think. "Four, " Lauren drawled, the stroking turning divine. "Three - two - one, " Vanessa purred. "You know what to do at zero - let it all go, you pig! " Lauren snarled. "Open your eyes and die of shame, " Vanessa roared, yanking my balls hard. At "zero, " the blindfold fell, and I erupted - screaming, cum blasting out as my body convulsed. I forced my eyes open mid-orgasm, still spurting, and froze. My guests - all 15 - stood there, silent, staring. No laughs, just wide eyes. Each gaze stretched my climax, shame and ecstasy twisting together. It lasted forever, a heavenly hell. When I finally crashed back to reality, I knew I'd give my life to these women - every second of my submissive existence theirs to command.

Prologue This really happened, though over the years I might've blurred a detail or two in the retelling. We were all there, about 150 students packed into the lecture hall, heads buried in our exam papers. I'd prepped hard, finished early, and let my eyes wander. That's when I noticed her, sitting a couple rows over to my left. Her name, I'd later learn, was Emily. She wasn't a knockout by magazine standards, but something about her pulled me in. Maybe 5'4", dark blonde hair cropped short, sharp cheekbones, a slim frame with subtle curves - probably an A-cup - and hips that flared just enough to catch the eye. She wore a simple, almost preppy outfit: a navy sweater and tailored jeans. During the break, our eyes met - hazel, flecked with gold. Damn. I introduced myself. "Hey, I'm Jake. What year are you in? " (Grad school, obviously.) "I'm Emily, second year, " she said. "These are my finals today. After this, I'm picking up an elective in data analytics." "Cool. Want to grab a coffee after the second half? " Over the next few weeks, we hit it off. Lunches, late-night walks, endless conversations about everything from stats to sci-fi novels. Emily became my go-to person, my closest friend on campus, though I didn't feel that spark beyond platonic. Once, she crashed at my place after a movie marathon - nothing happened, just sleep. After the Move A few months later, Emily helped me move into a new apartment. It was late by the time we rolled up in the rental van and unpacked the essentials. Exhausted, I showered quick, then slid into bed where she was already tucked in, smelling like soap and lavender. I gave her a quick hug, pecked her cheek, and thanked her for hauling boxes all day. Then, out of nowhere, she slipped her hand into my briefs and murmured, "You need to fuck me right now." I froze. This wasn't the Emily I knew. She pounced, hands and lips working my dick to full attention in seconds. I reached down - she wasn't just wet, she was soaked. No buildup needed; I slid inside her, deep, and she begged for it hard. "Fuck me, Jake, I'm so goddamn horny for you, " she groaned, yanking her thighs up to her stomach so I could pound deeper. She came fast, eyes rolling back, nails digging into my ass as her pussy clenched around me. I gave a few more thrusts, riding her spasms. Later, mid-position switch - we must've tried half the Kama Sutra that night - I asked if she'd ever fantasized about this before. "Oh yeah, " she panted, "but in my ass." "You're into anal? " "Fucking love it. Nothing gets me off like a thick cock stretching my ass." I lost track of time that night. Hours, maybe. I hadn't finished yet. "First times with someone new, " I admitted, "I always struggle to cum. Too focused on them, I guess." She grinned. "Let me take care of you." Straddling me reverse-cowgirl, she told me to relax. She played with her small, firm tits, rubbed her clit, and moaned, "God, your dick feels so good inside me. Cum in me, Jake, and I'll cum again." I'd never met someone so unfiltered about their lust. Watching her ride me, shameless and wild, pushed me over the edge. I exploded, her pussy milking every drop as she shuddered through her own climax. In the Bathroom A week later, Emily swung by. I suggested a bubble bath to unwind from her drive. "Only if you join me, " she teased, "and I've got other ways to relax too." The water steamed, and so did we. Since that first night, I couldn't stop thinking about her - this woman I'd pegged as a study buddy, not a sex goddess. She sank into the tub and started touching herself, kneading her breasts until her nipples stood out, then sliding a hand to her trimmed bush. "I love getting off while a guy watches, " she said, locking eyes with me. She came quick, fingers buried deep, moaning through gritted teeth. "Show me your cock, " she gasped mid-orgasm. "Jerk it for me." I scooted closer, my tip inches from her face, balls tight. She massaged them, then slipped a finger into my ass - a jolt of pleasure I didn't expect. I thought she'd suck me off, but no. "Just stroke it like you're alone, " she urged. "Where should I cum? " I groaned, teetering on the edge. "All over my face, " she demanded. "Blast me with it." Her raw commands sent me reeling. I shot a massive load across her cheeks and lips; she licked what she could, grinning. "Tastes good, your cum. Can't wait to suck it straight from the source next time." Post-bath, she leaned over the sink, ass out, daring me. I was still half-hard, smacking her cheeks with my dick. "Ready for round two? " she asked, glancing back. I fingered her first, two digits deep in her dripping slit, then rammed into her from behind as she spread wider. "Fuck your dirty girl, " she cried, and I did - relentless, gripping her tits, slipping a finger into her ass like she loved. She came screaming, and I unloaded again, painting her insides. Trade Show Days "Hey, it's Emily." "Hey, babe, how's it going? " "Eh, not great. I'm covering a trade show booth this weekend for a coworker, so I can't come over." "I'll come to you. Book a big hotel room." She scored a suite near the convention center. I got there first, buzzing with anticipation. "How was your day? " I asked when she walked in. "Meh, got hit on a few times, " she said, "but they were all duds. Lame pickup lines." She showered, emerging in just a thong, then sprawled on the bed, stretching seductively. "Miss me last week? " I stripped fast, showing off my shaved dick - I'd learned she liked a little show. I stroked it slow. "Ready for me? " I teased. She peeled off the thong, legs wide. "Fuck me with that gorgeous cock, " she purred. I went down on her first, lapping at her wetness, teasing her clit until she writhed. Then I plunged in, and she hit her first orgasm fast, clawing the sheets. "All day I've wanted this, " she moaned. "Fuck me senseless, you stud." I flipped her onto her knees, ready to take her ass - she'd hinted at it enough. To my surprise, she took me easily, moaning, "Yes, fuck my ass, feels so fucking good." I didn't last long; soon I was pumping her full, her cries echoing as she begged for every drop. We cooled off in the shower, but I was hard again. Slippery from the water, I took her standing, kneading her tits as she demanded more. "Fuck me again, Jake, wreck me." At the Open-Air Museum We planned a trip to an open-air museum in the countryside. Emily was on her period, so I figured it'd be tame. Wrong. In one of the old houses, a roped-off storage room caught my eye. I pulled her inside, and we started making out, hands everywhere. Period or not, she was feral, grinding against my thigh, faster and faster. I squeezed her tits hard, and she gasped, "I'm gonna cum, fuck, yes! " She shook, clinging to me, fully clothed but spent. "Really? " I asked, skeptical. "Oh yeah, " she said, breathless. "Pictured you fucking some hot redhead in the ass while I watched." Her mind was a wild place. "Now it's your turn, " she said, dropping to her knees. My bulge was obvious; she freed my cock and started sucking, but I took over, fucking her mouth while she worked my balls. The thrill of getting caught fueled me. "Give me your load, " she mumbled around me. I did, blasting down her throat as she swallowed eagerly. Home Movie Night "Let's watch porn together, " she suggested one day. Nothing shocked me with her anymore. I grabbed a hardcore flick - none of that soft couple crap, but real, gritty stuff. We sat through the first scene: a mechanic banging a brunette in a garage. Emily squirmed, turned on, then stripped to her panties and a tank top. "Getting hot, " she rasped, lying with her head in my lap, feeling my hard-on. She pulled it out, sucking me as a threesome played out on screen - two women, one guy, all holes filled. "Hot as hell, " she said, eyeing the lesbian action. "You ever had a woman go down on you? " I asked. "Yeah, " she admitted. "A coworker. I came four times in her mouth, then fucked her with a strap-on - pussy and ass. No cumshot, sadly, but still insane." Next scene: a blonde sandwiched between two guys. "Fuck, that's wild, " Emily groaned, blowing me harder as I fingered her, adding a digit to her ass. "You'd love a double, huh? " I said. "God, yes, " she panted. "Two cocks at once, you filming it." A guy onscreen came, and she lost it, soaking my hand as I shot into her mouth, picturing her in that fantasy. She licked me clean, then spilled: "Started young, 14. Handjobs at first, but soon I needed cum in my mouth. Swallowing's my thing." Early Morning Sunday, 6 a.m., alarm blaring. I had a charity run to oversee. Emily stirred, nuzzled me, and asked, "Quickie? " Insatiable. She got me hard, spread her legs, and said, "Fuck me, I'm wet." I did, fast and rough; we came together, sweaty and gasping. I showered, shaved, left her dozing - or so I thought. Passing the bed, she flung off the covers, a vibrator buzzing in her pussy. "Caught me, " she grinned. She knelt, ass up, the toy now in her backdoor. "Fuck my pussy, work that vibe in my ass, " she ordered. I obeyed, hammering away as she screamed, "Never enough, you bastard. Take me to a sex club - let a dozen guys ruin me." I trashed-talked her back, cumming on her ass as she collapsed, wrecked. Made it to the run on time, speeding like a maniac. Epilogue There's more I could say, adventures we might've had. But we fell apart - she was screwing other guys. Didn't mind the act, just the lies. If Emily reads this: "Thanks for the insane rides. You're still one of the wildest fucks I've ever had."

My name's Jake, and my wife, Emily, and I are your average couple. After seven years together, we figured it was time to shake things up in the bedroom. I'm 5'9", 170 pounds - not ripped, but I keep in shape - with a solid, straight seven inches that I've never had complaints about. Emily's a knockout: 5'3", 110 pounds, with firm hips and perky breasts, her standout feature being those large, pointed nipples that add an extra spark. It all started when Emily came home from a girls' night, buzzing with stories about her friends - thirty-something women who lived unapologetically, juggling two or three lovers at a time. I'll admit, it piqued my interest. I knew a couple of these wild friends of hers by reputation, and though I'd never crossed paths with them, the idea lit a fire. So, I decided to spice things up. Off I went to an adult store, loading up on toys - dildos, lube, a few costumes - and came home grinning, ready for some fun. For months, we went all out: I used a strap-on with her, took her from behind, doubled up with toys, tied her up, and worked her with a thick nine-incher. It kept us going for half a year, but eventually, the thrill faded. Emily stopped lighting up like she used to, and we slipped back into routine. Then came a twist of fate. At a company party, I met Ryan, a new guy at work. He was sharp, easy to talk to, and brought his wife, Claire, along. We hit it off, chatting about everything from our jerk of a boss to the women in the office. By the end of the night, we were both buzzed, and Ryan offered me a ride home. Claire drove since we were in no shape to, and somehow, I didn't notice we'd pulled up to their place instead of mine. They invited me in for coffee, and I said sure, no big deal. Next thing I know, Ryan and I are on their couch, sipping whiskey over ice. I had no clue what was coming. Claire stepped out in sheer lingerie - her full, juicy breasts practically spilling through the bra, a neat patch visible under lace panties. I was floored. Before I could process it, she straddled me like it was nothing, her lips crashing into mine. That kiss - deep, electric - burned itself into my memory. My pants tightened instantly. I ran my hands over her chest, her tongue diving into my mouth, her scent soft and intoxicating. My fingers slid down her thigh, brushing the edge of her panties, then slipping them aside to stroke her. She was already soaked, and my arousal hit overdrive. I pulled back mid-kiss to check on Ryan. There he was, sprawled in an armchair, pants down, working a massive tool - nine inches, he'd later brag - giving me a nod like it was all good. No hesitation left - I laid Claire back, yanked off her panties, and buried my face between her legs. She was dripping, and I lapped her up, hands kneading her breasts. She grabbed my head, pressing me hard against her as she shuddered through a climax. I stood, shedding my pants. Claire glanced at Ryan, then dropped to her knees, freeing me from my boxers. She teased the tip, ran her tongue along the shaft, and took me in. Three minutes, and I was done, spilling into her mouth. I sank onto the couch, still rock-hard. She swallowed, climbed onto me, and lowered herself onto my length. I thrust up - or maybe she rode me - lost in the rhythm. Ryan joined in, perching on the couch back, his giant length dangling near my face. Claire leaned over and sucked him while I kept going. The sight nearly pushed me over again, but I held off, suggesting a switch. Ryan flipped her onto all fours and plunged in deep - she yelped at the suddenness. I slid in front of her, and she took me in her mouth again. Ryan pounded away, his heavy rhythm echoing with slaps against her. Then she climbed onto him, facing me, and beckoned me to her back door. I'd done that with Emily solo, but never with another guy involved. Ryan paused as I eased into Claire's tight rear, feeling his girth pulsing through the thin divide. We found a groove - slow at first, then faster, deeper. Within minutes, Claire froze, trembling, fists clenched, lip bitten as a massive orgasm ripped through her. That tipped me over - I came hard, filling her up. Ryan pulled out, stroking furiously in front of her face. I stayed behind, still inside, as he unleashed a torrent - some even splashed me. We collapsed on the couch, catching our breath, each lost in the aftermath. It was my first time like this, and honestly, I kept picturing Emily in Claire's place, Ryan's monster buried in her. But that's a story for another day...

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.

This story is part of The Queen's Throne series. The city skyline glittered through the penthouse window, a constellation of lights bowing to the night. Inside, the air was thick with anticipation, the faint scent of leather and jasmine curling around the room like a whispered promise. Evelyn stood by the glass, her silhouette framed against the urban sprawl, a queen surveying her dominion. She wore a tailored black blazer over a crimson corset, her thigh-high boots gleaming like polished obsidian. Her auburn hair cascaded in loose waves, catching the dim glow of the chandelier. At thirty-four, she was a woman who commanded attention - not through volume, but through the quiet, unyielding force of her presence. On his knees before her was Marcus, a man who, in daylight, ran boardrooms and bent markets to his will. Here, though, he was stripped of his suits and titles, clad only in a pair of black briefs that clung to his muscular frame. His head was bowed, dark hair damp with sweat, hands clasped behind his back. The silver collar around his neck glinted faintly, a subtle chain dangling from it, its other end resting loosely in Evelyn's manicured hand. "Do you know why you're here, Marcus? " Her voice was velvet over steel, each word deliberate, sinking into the silence. "Yes, Mistress, " he replied, his baritone hushed but steady. "To serve you." She tilted her head, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "Good. But serving isn't enough tonight. I want surrender." Marcus swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing beneath the collar. Evelyn stepped closer, the click of her heels on the hardwood floor a metronome to his racing pulse. She tugged the chain lightly, forcing his chin up. His hazel eyes met hers - nervous, eager, and utterly enthralled. "Stand, " she commanded. He obeyed instantly, rising to his full six-foot height, though his posture remained deferential, shoulders slightly hunched. She circled him like a predator sizing up prey, her fingers brushing his bare shoulders, trailing down his spine. His skin prickled under her touch, a shiver betraying his composure. "You've been good this week, " she mused, stopping in front of him. "Reports filed on time, meetings handled with precision. A perfect little soldier in that corporate battlefield of yours." Her tone dipped, teasing. "But perfection bores me, Marcus. I want to see you unravel." His breath hitched, but he said nothing. He knew better than to speak without permission. Evelyn stepped back and gestured to a sleek, cushioned chair in the corner - a throne of sorts, upholstered in deep burgundy velvet. "Sit." He hesitated for a fraction of a second, then complied, settling into the chair. She approached, the chain still in hand, and straddled his lap with a grace that belied the power she wielded. Her corset pressed against his chest, the boning digging into his skin as she leaned in, her lips hovering just above his. "Hands on the armrests, " she instructed. "Don't move them unless I tell you." "Yes, Mistress, " he murmured, gripping the wood tightly. She reached behind her, retrieving a small riding crop from the table nearby. Its leather tip gleamed as she traced it along his jaw, down his throat, pausing at the collar. "You wear this so well, " she said, almost to herself. "A king in chains. My king." The crop slid lower, teasing the edge of his briefs. Marcus tensed, his knuckles whitening on the armrests. Evelyn's smirk widened. "Already struggling? We've barely begun." She shifted her weight, grinding against him deliberately, the friction igniting a low groan from his throat. The sound pleased her - she could tell by the way her eyes darkened, pupils dilating with intent. She raised the crop and brought it down lightly on his thigh, a sharp sting that made him flinch. "Quiet, " she warned. "You'll make noise when I allow it." "Yes, Mistress, " he gasped, biting his lip to stifle himself. Evelyn leaned back, studying him. His chest heaved, a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. She loved this - the control, the way he bent to her will without breaking. It wasn't about pain, though she wielded it like an artist with a brush. It was about trust, about him giving her everything he hid from the world. She set the crop aside and unhooked the chain from his collar, letting it clatter to the floor. "Stand again, " she said, rising from his lap. He followed, legs trembling slightly, and she pointed to the floor. "Back on your knees." Marcus sank down, his gaze fixed on her boots. She stepped forward, lifting one foot and resting it lightly on his shoulder. The heel pressed into his flesh, not cruelly, but firmly - a reminder of where he belonged. "Look at me, " she said. He did, and the intensity in her green eyes pinned him more effectively than any chain. "You're mine tonight, " she continued. "Every thought, every breath. Do you understand? " "Yes, Mistress, " he whispered, voice thick with devotion. She removed her foot and turned, walking toward a low table adorned with an array of items - silk ties, a blindfold, a candle flickering in its holder. She picked up the blindfold, a strip of black satin, and returned to him. "Close your eyes." He complied, and she tied the fabric around his head, knotting it securely. Darkness enveloped him, heightening every sound - the rustle of her clothing, the soft creak of the floor, the faint hum of the city beyond the glass. His world shrank to her. "Hands out, " she said. He extended them, and she bound his wrists with the silk ties, the knots tight but not painful. She guided him to his feet and led him across the room, her grip firm on his arm. He stumbled once, disoriented, but she steadied him with a hand on his chest. "Trust me, " she murmured, her breath warm against his ear. "Always, " he replied. She positioned him against the wall, his back pressing into the cool surface. He heard the faint clink of metal, then felt her attach something to his collar - a leash, hooked to an anchor above him. His arms were raised, the silk ties looped through a hidden ring, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. Evelyn stepped back, admiring her work. Marcus was a canvas of muscle and submission, his body taut with anticipation. She picked up the candle, tilting it so a drop of wax fell onto his chest. He hissed, the heat a sharp contrast to the chill of the wall. "Too much? " she asked, a rare softness in her tone. "No, Mistress, " he said quickly. "More." Her laugh was low, approving. She dripped another bead of wax, then another, painting a constellation of red across his skin. Each drop drew a gasp, a shudder, but he didn't pull away. He couldn't - not that he wanted to. She set the candle down and closed the distance between them, her fingers tracing the wax trails. "You're beautiful like this, " she said, her voice a caress. "Helpless, but strong. Mine." "Yours, " he echoed, the word a vow. Evelyn unhooked his wrists, letting his arms fall, though she left the ties in place. She guided him to the floor, pushing him onto his back. The blindfold stayed on, keeping him in her thrall. She straddled him again, this time shedding her blazer, the corset's laces brushing his stomach as she moved. "Do you want to please me? " she asked, leaning down until her lips grazed his. "Yes, Mistress, " he breathed. "Please." "Then you will, " she said, and the promise in her voice was a command in itself. The night deepened, a symphony of power and surrender. Evelyn rose from his chest, her movements deliberate as she untied the silk from his wrists, freeing his hands but not his will. She slid off her boots, the sound of zippers slicing through the quiet, and positioned herself above him, knees bracketing his shoulders. The blindfold kept him blind, but he could feel her heat, smell the jasmine on her skin. "Hands on my thighs, " she ordered, her voice low and commanding. "You'll use them to steady me. Nothing more." He obeyed, his palms settling on her smooth skin, fingers trembling with restraint. She lowered herself, guiding his head with a firm grip on his hair. "Your mouth is mine now, " she said. "Show me how well you can serve." Marcus tilted his face upward, lips parting as he pressed them to her, tentative at first, then with growing confidence as her soft moan spurred him on. His tongue moved with precision, tracing her contours, tasting her desire. Evelyn's breath quickened, her fingers tightening in his hair, pulling him closer. She controlled the rhythm, rocking against him, her thighs flexing under his hands as she chased her pleasure. "Yes, " she hissed, her voice a thread of silk unraveling. "Just like that." He redoubled his efforts, his world narrowing to the sounds she made - gasps, sighs, the occasional sharp intake of breath that told him he was pleasing her. His jaw ached, but he didn't falter, driven by the need to obey, to satisfy. Her nails dug into his scalp, a delicious sting that matched the wax still cooling on his chest. Evelyn's movements grew erratic, her control fraying at the edges. She pressed harder against him, her moans rising in pitch, until a shudder ripped through her, her body tensing as she crested. Marcus felt her tremble, tasted the flood of her release, and held steady, his hands gripping her thighs to anchor her through it. She lingered there, breathing heavily, then slid back, resting on his chest. Her fingers loosened in his hair, stroking gently now. "Good boy, " she murmured, the praise washing over him like a balm. But she wasn't done. Evelyn shifted, turning to face his feet, and straddled him again, this time over his hips. She tugged his briefs down, freeing him, and he groaned as her fingers wrapped around him, firm and possessive. "You don't finish until I say, " she warned, her tone brooking no argument. "Yes, Mistress, " he managed, voice strained. She guided him inside her, sinking down slowly, deliberately, until he filled her completely. Marcus bit his lip, the blindfold amplifying every sensation - the heat of her, the tightness, the way she clenched around him. She began to move, a slow grind at first, then faster, her hands braced on his thighs for leverage. Each roll of her hips was a command, a claim, and he fought to please her, to hold back his own release as she rode him with relentless intent. Her breaths grew ragged again, her nails raking his skin as she neared another peak. "Now, " she gasped, the word a gift, and Marcus let go, his own climax crashing through him as she shuddered above him, their cries mingling in the air. Evelyn collapsed onto him, her corset pressing into his chest, her heartbeat a wild drum against his own. She reached up, finally slipping the blindfold off. Marcus blinked, his eyes adjusting to the dim light, and found her gazing down at him, a rare smile softening her features. "Well done, " she said simply, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. "Thank you, Mistress, " he replied, exhausted but content. She rose, offering him a hand. He took it, standing on unsteady legs, and she led him to the couch, where a blanket waited. They sat in silence, the power dynamic fading into something gentler, more equal. She draped the blanket over him, her touch lingering. "Rest, " she said. "You've earned it."

I have plenty of ways to find pleasure, and one of them is tiny panties. I buy special panties a size smaller than I need. They have to be incredibly small - just three little strings, basically. Two silky strings dig into my hips, and the third one rubs against my clit. I tuck that string right into my pussy, and when I head to work, it grazes my clit with every step, pulling my lips deep inside and brushing against my ass. On days like this, I always wear a skirt because pants might end up with wet spots from me finishing. By the time I get to work, I might've already come twice. At the office, I sit at my desk in a way that keeps my skirt out from under my butt. Subtle hip movements or a slight arch of my backside get my clit going again, and I finish. My face flushes a little, and I always say it's just stuffy in the room. Later, I head to the bathroom, wipe down my soaked pussy, and go back to my desk. By lunchtime, it's red, swollen, and super sensitive. Even the lightest touch sends a strong shiver through me. After lunch, the boss, Mr. Harrison, called me into his office. He was handing out some tasks while I was teetering on the edge of another orgasm. I came quietly, grabbed the papers, and started toward the door. Then he called out to me. "Hold on. What's that? " he said, pointing at the chair. Oh, God. There was a stain on it. I'd made a mess right there in his office - my juices had leaked out, leaving a wet patch spreading across the chair's upholstery. His chair was made of a fabric that showed every drop, unlike mine. "Did you just fuck someone? " he asked. He locked the door. I turned red as a lobster. What a disaster - how embarrassing. "No, I didn't sleep with anyone. It just... happened. I just came, " I admitted. "Sit on the desk. Show me, " he ordered. The door was locked, and I didn't have much choice. I perched on the edge of his desk and lifted my skirt. What he saw was a sight to behold - my dripping, freshly shaved pussy, swallowing that thin strip of panties, all red, glistening, and begging for attention. His dick shot up instantly. "That's an interesting little trick, " he said, pulling the panties out of me, stretching them, then letting them snap back. The string slammed into my clit again, and my legs trembled. He didn't waste a second - unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants and boxers. His cock sprang out, rock-hard and ready. It looked so tempting that I grabbed it, guided it toward my pussy, and moaned, "Pleeease." He didn't need much convincing. He yanked the panty strip aside and plunged his thick cock inside. It slid in effortlessly - my pussy had been dripping all day, after all. He fucked me like I was some young thing, pounding away like a horny stud. I started moaning softly, coming again. He didn't want me making noise, so he shut me up with a deep kiss. I wrapped my legs around his ass and gripped the edge of the desk with my hands. My butt slid across the desk, my juices pooling beneath me. I was lost in orgasm - folders flew to the floor, my legs shook, and my pussy gushed. "Come inside me. Inside..." I whispered, mindful we were still at work. He hoisted my hips up and thrust even harder, his balls slapping against my wrecked pussy. Then he pressed me tight against him and let go. His cum shot into me like a fountain, hitting deep. I grabbed his ass with both hands, holding him there, keeping him inside. When the last shudder ran through him and his cock twitched one final time, he pulled back. It slipped out softly, followed by a trail of my wetness and his load. "May I? " I asked, taking his cock in my hand and leaning toward it. He grabbed my head and eagerly guided me onto him. I gently cleaned him off, licking his shaft, his balls - his cum was sharp but had a sweet edge to it. "You're a good girl. Now get back to work and focus, " he said. Then he grabbed some tissues, wiped down the desk, wiped me up too, and peeled off my panties. "No more wearing these to work. They're staying with me. They're too distracting... but if you keep up this effort, I'll give you a bonus this month equal to your salary." The panties went into his safe, and I walked back to my desk, fully satisfied, ready to get on with my day.

By this point, we'll place ourselves at the end of January, and after everything with Daniel, we wanted to carefully plan our 2024 - not just in terms of our intimate life but also in other areas. We were halfway through our master's degree, and everything felt a bit complicated, but time is like a game of Jenga - you have to know how to stack everything just right. This time, we set out to find Mark and the others. Clothes? Nothing special - just a denim skirt, a red blouse, high heels, and no underwear. When we arrived at the spot, we were greeted by a few homeless folks who pointed us toward Mark and Tom. They weren't in their usual hangout this time. As soon as they saw us, they came over to meet us, and we said hi to Chris too, who was eyeing my wife. As usual, we caught up about our lives since they'd become a part of ours. Even though Chris kept staring at my wife a lot, he seemed calmer now, more at ease. There wasn't any tension with Mark, and the vibe felt better overall. Tom was eager to get started with my wife, but Mark told him to chill out - there'd be time soon enough. We were in the middle of sharing some really good stories - scary ones, which Emily and I absolutely love. Of course, we won't bore you with those here since they're beside the point. After a while of all the chit-chat, we finally got down to business. "About time! " Tom exclaimed. He took my wife away from the edge of the street, pressed her against a wall - or what was left of it - and started kissing her. Emily slipped her hand into Tom's boxers, stroking him at the same time. The mood was heating up until she eventually slid down, kissing his chest as she pulled his boxers lower. His erection sprang free, swaying slightly from the fabric's movement. It was her favorite - she always put extra effort into it. She teased the tip with her tongue to get him going even more. After some brief oral, Tom lay down on the ground, and Emily straddled him, riding him but facing away from him. That's when Chris and Mark came closer, their eyes locked on her exposed body. Then Mark said, "You know, there's just one thing left to officially make you one of us." I looked at Emily, and she looked at me, both of us wondering what crazy idea he'd come up with now. "What's that? " she asked, breathless. "Well, like we told you the first time, we're a little self-conscious about ourselves sometimes, being the way we are, while you're so well-groomed..." Mark trailed off. "Uh-huh, " Emily replied, skeptical. "You'll need to let that grow out a bit more, " he said, pointing down there. "I've never liked that, " she shot back. "Come on! We're all the same way, " he said, dropping his pants. "Look, look..." Mark added, guiding himself toward her mouth. She gave in and started going down on him. Emily laughed, half-resigned, and told them she'd let it grow a little but would trim it since she'd never been a fan of going full-on natural. They agreed to that. February rolled by, and eventually, the hair grew out. She kept trimming it, though, shaping it into a Japanese-style look - neatly framing her lips and meeting just above, rising a couple of inches. It was a middle ground, aesthetic enough, but neither of us could quite get used to it - her for having it, me for seeing it. Once again, we headed to the abandoned construction site. This time, Emily wore a light blue T-string thong that sat flush against her skin. The hair, though not too long, was noticeable. She paired it with a miniskirt and a half-zipped light blue hoodie, plus her usual high heels. When we got there, Mark, Chris, and Tom were eager to check her progress. Emily sat down, and Chris slid her thong aside. They were pleased with what they saw - we'd kept our end of the deal. Now, they all wanted a piece of the action. It came down to rock-paper-scissors to decide who'd go first, and Chris won. He pulled his boxers down a bit, and surprise - he was clean! They'd apparently bathed that day. Emily didn't hesitate, taking him into her mouth, kissing the tip, running her tongue underneath to tickle him, sliding down to his balls, then back up again. When he was slick with her saliva, Chris went down on Emily with a hungry urgency, his tongue everywhere, dipping inside until she was soaked with a mix of spit and her own wetness. Mark and Tom watched, waiting their turns. Emily lay back on the dusty ground, spreading her legs to invite Chris in. It was a scene like many others, except now a light patch of hair framed her lips. Chris positioned himself and slid inside, starting slow. Mark and Tom had already pulled themselves out, eager for their chance. Chris kept going in missionary, thrusting into her. After about five minutes, he couldn't hold back and cum inside her. He stood up, and almost instantly, his release spilled out - only to be pushed back in by Mark, who was inside her before we even noticed. After that, Emily got up to ride Mark. She did that signature move that feels strange to us guys but drives women wild - grinding, then sliding up and down. She was loving every second of it until a small orgasm hit her. She paused, sitting there with Mark still inside her, catching her breath. Then Tom nudged her forward a bit, putting her on all fours over Mark. Tom was trying to line himself up with her back entrance. Between her natural lubrication, Chris's leftover mess, the spit on Tom's erection, and Emily's arousal relaxing her, he finally managed to get the tip in. She took a deep breath. Little by little, with a lot of patience, more of Tom slid into her backside. She was panting, adjusting to him - he was bigger than me, no question. After a few minutes, he'd worked a good portion in and started moving, thrusting in and out. Emily's mouth watered from the overwhelming sensation while Mark, still underneath her, played with her breasts and licked them. Good thing we're always prepared for these unexpected moments. Tom's strength started fading, so Emily told him to lie down too. He pulled out of her backside and complied. She went down on him again to get him slick, then straddled him, determined to take it all this time. Slowly, carefully, she lowered herself until Tom's entire length disappeared inside her. She started moving up and down cautiously until she got the hang of it, picking up speed. Mark had pulled away by then, and she switched to going down on him until he cum in her mouth. Tom was still in play. The lubrication was wearing off, so she paused again to lick Tom's erection and reposition herself. This time, she was the one losing steam, but not before another orgasm hit her. Her body tightened, squeezing everything inside, amplifying the feeling of him. Seizing the moment, Tom took over, moving himself and pushing her to the edge - tears welled up in her eyes until he finally climaxed. Emily let out a deep breath and slid off him. It seemed his release had gone too deep to come out right away, but it'd definitely left her stretched - about the size of a quarter. She collapsed onto her side on the ground, eyes closed, sweaty and exhausted, trying to recover. A couple of minutes later, it started trickling out, sliding down her skin. She was drenched and done, ready to head home and rest - but that wasn't my plan. On the way back, she rested in the car. When we pulled up to the house, I threw out one of our occasional challenges. She got out in just her thong and hoodie, unlocked the door, and headed inside. She wanted a shower, but I stopped her. I pulled her close for a deep, passionate kiss, then laid her on the bed. I pushed her thong aside and slipped my fingers into her - still slick and messy from earlier, a mix of fluids and her own. I was ready to go, no waiting. She calmed me down and offered to go down on me instead, an offer I couldn't refuse. There she was, kneeling by the bed, taking me in her mouth, savoring it, licking, and working it all in - one of the best feelings in the world. I couldn't hold back anymore; I needed her. I got her flat on the bed, stripped off my clothes, and peeled off her hoodie. She still had the thong on, so I pushed it aside again and slid into her already wet, open warmth. It went in all at once - usually, I feel her walls give way, but not this time. There was just this intense heat wrapping around me. I started thrusting in missionary, kissing her softly, tenderly, while she wrapped her arms around me and whispered how much she loved me. I glanced down and saw faint white traces at the base - remnants from earlier being pushed out. Her legs locked around my waist, tightening with each pulse as she climaxed again. Every throb was a squeeze, and I loved knowing she was enjoying it too - it's always been a priority for me. We switched positions. I wanted to try her backside. Was it still that open? Only one way to find out. She slid off the bed, leaning her torso over it, offering herself up to me. Using her own wetness, I eased in. At first, I felt that familiar tight ring - her sphincter - then it gave way, and I slid all the way in. It wasn't hard; Tom had already paved the way. After just three or four thrusts, I barely felt the walls anymore - his size had made the difference. I moved slowly, gently, sliding in and out with no resistance, kissing her back, running my hands over her body, savoring every inch of my beautiful, beloved wife - her skin, her hair, her curves, everything. Finally, I cum inside her, the second load she'd taken there that night. We climbed onto the bed, spent - her more than me. She hugged me tight and gave me another kiss. After a few minutes, we showered together, where she went down on me again, coaxing out a little more. Then we crashed back into bed. Before drifting off, she murmured that we should call Daniel...

I remember being in my fifth semester of nutrition school, and everything was going great, except for one thing: Chemistry was my nemesis. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't seem to pass the class. My professor, Mr. Johnson, was a total grump, and my friends and I would often joke that he was just a big ol' softie on the inside. At 21, I was already dating a guy named Alex, but I would still flirt with other guys in my class. I loved dressing up in sexy outfits, showing off my legs in mini skirts and tights, or my big butt in tight jeans. I was pretty popular, but I never really went beyond kissing anyone. The idea of being faithful was still floating around in my head. Anyway, back to the main story. I was on the verge of failing Chemistry, and I really didn't want to. Some of my friends told me that Professor Johnson was pretty easy to bribe, either with a bottle of booze or some cash. At first, I was hesitant, but desperation got the better of me. I bought a bottle of tequila and set aside $600 in cash, hoping to score an 8 on the final. The next day, I waited until everyone left and approached Professor Johnson. He was this old, chubby guy with thick glasses and bushy eyebrows, and he looked more like a slacker than a professor. I was about to try and make a deal with him to pass the class. Me: Excuse me, Professor Johnson, I wanted to talk to you about my final grade. Professor Johnson: Miss Flores, you know as well as I do that you've already failed. You didn't pass the exams, the lab tests, or the practices. There's nothing I can do. Me: But, Professor, what if I turn in a final project? Maybe I can still get a 6? Professor Johnson: I'm sorry, Miss Flores, but it's too late. He was about to leave the classroom when I grabbed his hand and stood in front of him, trying to bribe him. Me: Professor, what if we make a deal? Professor Johnson: A deal? What do you mean, Miss Flores? Me: I have a bottle of tequila for you, a whole liter! Professor Johnson: (laughs) You think a liter of tequila is going to cut it, Miss Flores? Goodbye. Me: No, wait! I'll give you the bottle and $600, and you can give me an 8 on the final. What do you say? He looked at me very seriously and refused again, giving me a lecture on morality. But I really needed that 8 to keep my academic record intact, which my dad was always on my case about. So I said something I probably shouldn't have. Me: Okay, Professor, I'll give you whatever you want! Professor Johnson: What did you just say? Me: Whatever you want, Professor, I just really need that 8. He looked me up and down, and I was wearing a tight mini skirt and a white blouse that day. He told me to meet him in his Chemistry lab at 2 pm and to bring my notebook. I naively thought he was going to give me a test or some extra work to do, so I showed up at 2 pm sharp. Me: Professor, it's me, Flores. Can I come in? Professor Johnson: Ah, come on in. He was reclining in his chair, and he told me to put the bottle on the shelf and the $600 in a jar. I did what he said, feeling pretty happy, and asked him how much he would give me. He smiled and said, "That's just enough for a 6, but you need an 8. There's something else you need to do." He got up and walked towards me, closed the door, and started hugging me. Professor Johnson: Flores, you know I'm taking a risk for you, my job and my career. Do you really think a bottle of tequila and $600 are enough? Me: But, Professor, I don't have anything else! Professor Johnson: (laughs) Oh, come on, Miss Flores. You're not that innocent. Me: I swear, Professor, if you want more, I can bring it tomorrow! Professor Johnson: You have something I want, and you can give it to me right now. He started touching my butt, and I was shocked. I stood there, frozen, feeling his hand all over my body. Professor Johnson: I think your little body is worth an 8, Miss Flores. So if you want it, you have to be mine. Me: But, Professor, that's immoral! Professor Johnson: (laughs) You're one to talk about morality, Miss Flores. You're the one who tried to bribe me. Me: But, Professor! Professor Johnson: If you want the 8, come on and take off your clothes. Let's do this. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there, feeling like I was in a trance. I started to take off my clothes, and he told me to come closer. Professor Johnson: Don't worry, Miss Flores. You won't regret this. You'll see, it'll be worth it. He started touching me all over, and I closed my eyes, trying to imagine something else. But his hands and mouth were all over me, and it was hard to focus. Professor Johnson: You have such a great body, Miss Flores. You're the best in the whole school. Me: Just look at me? Professor Johnson: (laughs) Of course, Miss Flores. We're not made of stone. We take advantage of opportunities with students like you. Me: Don't talk to me like that! Professor Johnson: Shut up and come here. Let's get started. He pulled down his pants, and I saw his penis. It was normal-sized, but it looked kind of gross. I felt like throwing up, but I couldn't escape. Professor Johnson: What are you waiting for, Miss Flores? Suck it! Me: Okay, let me just put a condom on. Professor Johnson: No way, Miss Flores. If you want an 8, you have to do it naturally. Make it worth my while. Me: But, Professor! Professor Johnson: Either you do it, or you leave and I fail you. I closed my eyes and started sucking him off. I had done it before, but this was different. His penis tasted and smelled horrible, and I wanted to pull away. But he held my head in place and pushed me down further. Professor Johnson: Ah, yeah! That's great, Miss Flores! You're such a good girl! Me: I'm sorry... Professor Johnson: Shut up and suck! Ah, yeah! He was holding my head down, and I couldn't breathe. I felt his fluids building up in my mouth, and I knew he was about to come. Professor Johnson: Get up, Miss Flores! Come here! He pulled me up and took off my clothes, leaving me in just my sneakers. He started licking my body, his rough tongue moving from my legs to my neck. He bit my nipples and squeezed my butt, and I could tell he was enjoying himself. He sat down in a chair and pulled me towards him, trying to penetrate me. His penis was small, and it was hard for him to get in. I had to help him by taking his penis and guiding it inside me. I felt his hardness and movement, and I knew he wouldn't last long. I decided to just get it over with, so I started moving and grinding on him. He was moaning and enjoying himself, and I could tell he was close to coming. Me: You like it, don't you, Professor? Professor Johnson: Oh, yeah! I love it, Miss Flores! Me: Yeah, just enjoy it. It's great. I was faking it to get him to come faster, but it backfired. He got even harder and more aggressive. He stood up and lifted me onto the chair, slapping my butt and making me scream. Professor Johnson: Yeah, scream, Miss Flores! Scream! Me: It hurts, stop! Professor Johnson: Okay, now you're going to get something even better. He pulled my butt cheeks apart and started penetrating me fast and hard. He was moving around, and his belly was bumping into me, but I have to admit that it was kind of exciting. Professor Johnson: Ah, yeah! Oh, yeah! Me: Ah, yeah! Like that! I moved my hips to give him more pleasure, and he pulled my hair and slapped my butt. I was enjoying it, despite myself, and I forgot that I was in the Chemistry lab. I just moaned and enjoyed it. Professor Johnson: You're the best, Miss Flores! Me: Ah, yeah! You're so hard! Professor Johnson: Oh, yeah! You're such a great girl! I knew he was about to come, and I was close to an orgasm too. He was holding my hips and moving faster, and I was moving with him. Suddenly, he came, and I felt his semen filling me up. Professor Johnson: Ah, yeah! Oh, yeah! Me: Inside, no! Professor Johnson: Shut up and take it! Ah, yeah! Me: Oh, God! Professor Johnson: Yeah, it's great! You're such a great girl! He gave me a wet wipe to clean myself with, and while I was cleaning up, he was fixing his pants. Professor Johnson: Ah, yeah! A deal's a deal. Me: Okay, Professor, I have to go. Professor Johnson: Alright, Miss Flores. You did great. I left the lab and went to the gym showers, where I washed myself and my mouth with soap. I wanted to erase any evidence of what had just happened. I was out of it for a couple of days, until the grades were posted. Professor Johnson didn't give me a 5 or an 8; he gave me a 10, with a note that said, "I told you it would be worth it." I was relieved that I had passed the class, but I'll never forget that I had to sleep with the Chemistry professor to get a good grade.

It had been a few days since I had been experiencing an annoying itch in some parts of my body. At first glance, it seemed like small granules had appeared, but after taking a closer look and seeing the number of them, I leaned towards thinking it was some kind of eruptive disease, one of those that are very annoying and take a long time to go away. So, feeling a bit apprehensive and uncertain, I decided to get to the bottom of the doubt I had. I went to the dermatology department at the hospital I always go to. When I arrived, I announced myself and waited until my turn came. There were only three of us waiting: a young couple and me. At one point, a doctor came out of one of the consulting rooms, a woman of about 40 years old, medium height, brown curly hair, slender figure, and very little charm. Although I was a bit distracted, I managed to notice that she gave me a quick glance and I heard her say, "Let me take it." It seemed that on that day, her solidarity with her colleagues was greater than usual. She said my name, and we both went to the corresponding consulting room. As we entered, she was already seated, ready, and when she greeted me, she smiled suggestively. Her way of looking at me made me feel uneasy, I don't know why. All I wanted was for that damn itch to stop bothering my body. I told her about my problem, and she asked me to show her the affected areas. First, I took off my dark blue sweater, then I unbuttoned my shirt of the same color, opened it, and pointed out where I was itching. When I looked back at the doctor's eyes, I saw - to my surprise - that she had been contemplating my entire anatomy. She was startled and quickly looked more closely at the specific area. Then I mentioned that I also itched near my crotch. I asked her if it was necessary to show her that area, to which she nodded as if it were obvious. I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled them down to my knees with some timidity. She was getting more and more excited; I could see that her lips were more humid than when I had looked at them before. "Come, get closer to the light." I was in the middle of that consulting room, semi-naked, just with her, who was touching me softly, running the tips of her fine fingers over my crotch, making my dick harden gradually. I was still in my underwear, with my torso naked, almost immobilized by my low jeans, while the doctor's hands seemed to be taking their time to leave my body. They seemed to not want to go. I was waiting for her to tell me something, I was waiting for her to comment on the diagnosis, I wanted to know what I had, and all I got was a silence that was making me uncomfortable. She kept touching me and touching me, and just when I was about to tell her to stop, the curious doctor lowered my underwear, leaving my erect member exposed. "And does it itch here too? " she asked with mischief. She took my erect dick and put it in her mouth without pause. She began to caress it with professional touch, now with more dedication than before. The way she did it excited me much more than the other times some woman had been playing with my sacred piece of flesh. The degree of excitement was superlative. Slowly she sucked my member until the middle, then started to suck it. At this point, my dick was erect to the maximum, which made her enjoy it in all its long extension. At times, her eyes sought mine, and I was getting hotter and hotter. Moreover, on the other hand, an additional nervousness hovered over the atmosphere due to the fear we both had of someone entering to interrupt us. It seemed to please her a lot, my tasty dick, so much that at times her hand that held it squeezed me more than necessary, which hurt me on one hand and heated me up even more on the other. I asked her to stop and get up. I adjusted myself a bit to take my turn. Just as I was, I quickly unbuttoned the buttons of her white uniform, then I hastily took off her annoying sweater until I finished taking off her black corset. My tongue launched itself in search of her excited breasts, whose firm nipples denounced her excitement. Accompanying my lingual caresses, the doctor's hands caressed my head very slowly. I pulled down her panties with a jerk, managing to heat her up even more. I inserted my large member into her humid cavity. Oh! How the doctor enjoyed it! With each thrust, she burst into muffled moans, and I was getting more and more excited. In some way, I could admire and feel the orgasms she was having by the way she moved, the saliva she secreted, and how she dug her sharp nails into my skin. All this, sweat had invaded my body, everywhere, and when I passed through the areas where I had an itch, it irritated me a lot, but with the general excitement I had, this irritation instead of unsettling me added more heat to the scene. I was about to finish, so I withdrew my hot dick from her vagina to finish on her face. She had been left soaked with the sacred white liquid, hot and delicious. We got dressed, she gave me a prescription, and said she would see me in twenty days, words accompanied by a complicit gesture. Curiously, when I left there, my itch seemed to not affect me...

Hey there, I'm Alex, and I'm in my mid-thirties. I live in Madrid, and I just had the most epic blowjob of my life. But before I get into that, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I used to be part of a religious order that emphasized abstinence, but after many years of repression, I decided to break free and explore my sexuality. Growing up, I was always curious about sex between men, and I have to admit that I had some pretty wild experiences with some of the other guys in the order. But I never really acted on my desires until I left the order and started exploring the gay scene in Madrid. One night, I stumbled upon this crazy sex club that had a dark room, and I just had to check it out. I mean, who doesn't love a good anonymous hookup, right? So, I went in, and it was like a whole different world. There were guys everywhere, and they were all just going at it. I started making my way through the crowd, and I saw this one guy who caught my eye. He was older, maybe in his fifties, but he had this crazy energy about him. We started talking, and I could tell he was into me. So, I took him to the back of the room, and we started getting it on. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. He was sucking my dick like a pro, and I was loving every minute of it. But then, things started to get even crazier. This other guy came over, and he started fucking the older guy in the ass. I was holding onto his dick, and I could feel the other guy's thrusts. It was like we were all connected, you know? Anyway, the older guy came, and it was like a tidal wave of cum. I was covered in it, and it was amazing. But the night wasn't over yet. This other guy came over, and he started sucking my dick again. This time, it was even more intense. He was sucking me like a vacuum, and I could feel myself getting ready to come. And then, it happened. I came, and it was like a explosion. The guy was still sucking me, and I could feel my cum shooting out of my dick. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. After that, I was done. I mean, I was exhausted, but I was also exhilarated. I had never felt so alive. And as I was leaving the club, this guy came up to me and whispered a phone number in my ear. He told me that if I wanted to get fucked or sucked, I should call him. But if I wanted a blowjob, I should definitely call him. He said it was the best in the city, and I have to say, I believe him. So, that's my story. It was wild, it was crazy, and it was amazing. If you're looking for a good time, I highly recommend checking out that club. Just be careful, because things can get pretty wild. In my many years of being part of that religious order, it was always hinted at that sex between men is understandable, because the flesh is weak and you have to attend to the needs of the body. On the other hand, sex with a woman is giving in to the temptation of the devil. What a bunch of hypocrites, the order was full of opportunistic faggots who camouflaged themselves as fervent followers, and as soon as they had the chance and the right candidate, they would give them a blowjob or encourage them to get fucked according to their inclination. But the thing is that I got so tired of talking about it that I ended up getting interested in finding out for myself how satisfying relationships between men are, that is, after my countless experiences with different members of the order and especially with a high-ranking and well-known executive of a Spanish company, who, as soon as I let my guard down, always found the opportunity to grab my dick and bury it in his generous and hungry ass. And decided as I was to recover the time "not lived", one day I stumbled upon one of those places of the Madrid nightlife that advertises itself as having one of the best dark rooms in the city. As soon as I entered the place at one of the best times of the day, that is, at midnight on a weekend, the flow of customers who directed their steps towards a corner of the place was more than evident, so, after making small talk at the bar and exchanging insipid words with some curious customers, I headed towards "paradise", excuse me, towards what seemed to be the entrance to the dark room of the place. In fact, as soon as I crossed some old curtains that left a wide and poorly lit corridor in plain sight, I found a door with a more than suggestive sign: "only men" and I slipped in, ready to taste the delights that were hidden there, in the deepest darkness. The entrance to the dark room was authentically dark, one could give free rein to their most intimate and hidden passions, because anonymity was more than guaranteed, here no one knew who anyone was, nor their social status, nor their marital status, nor their age, nor even their beautiful or worn-out features, here the only thing that mattered, and you realized that as soon as you crossed the entrance door, were the measurements of your dick, because I assure you that they will fondle you from start to finish. As soon as I entered the interior of the dark room, the first thrusts and insinuations appeared: "Do you want me to suck you? ", or its closest variant "do you want to suck me? ", although I was determined to live that dark night to the fullest and not fall into the first temptations, it was clear that I soon found myself with others that were even more suggestive: "Do you want to fuck me? " or also its closest variant "do you want me to fuck you? ". And so, between offer and offer, I made my way through the interior of the dark room, and already, in its confines, one begins to participate and touch the merchandise that is offered in every corner of the room: boy is fondled by boy, boy is fondled by boys, boys are fondled by boys, and all the variants that one can imagine: handjobs with two fingers, handjobs with the whole hand, and handjobs with the fist, blowjobs in the style of a lollipop, blowjobs to the entire cock, blowjobs to the whole mouth, and blowjobs to the deep throat, and of course, I couldn't help but mention the anal penetrations. Here the recital is for honors, here they fuck you with condoms, but they are more frequent the penetrations without them, without adorning, only well lubricated with soothing creams. There are those who try to fuck you parsimoniously, with delicacy, to enjoy the penetration, to make it last all night, but there are also those who fuck you without contemplations, in a masculine way, until the hilt, without remorse but with a suggestive recital to delight your ears, pure inspiration, poetry in the darkness, something like: "swallow it all, faggot", "I'm going to fill your ass with milk", "I'm going to be fucking you all night" and believe me, they achieve it, because the room doesn't stop entering volunteers and you hardly notice that anyone leaves, it's clear that here the one who fucks doesn't let go. And since we were at it, I ended up in a corner holding onto a good dick that was wandering around the room, so I caressed it in my hand, I went down to its height, I put it in my mouth, and I savored it well savored. I wanted to prolong the incipient blowjob, but soon I realized that the owner of my dick was being fucked in the ass. The guy got ready for what was coming and slightly bent down to favor the penetration of the dick in his more than lubricated ass, so I had no other option than to hold his dick well between my hands and wait for the thrust. The man seemed like a mature gentleman, a bit overweight and older, but he behaved like a young man, he hugged me as best he could, I protected his dick between my hands as best I could, and soon I started to feel the first thrusts. The guy was being fucked with decision and precision. The one behind was pushing, the one being fucked was receiving and enduring, and I didn't miss a single one of the thrusts on my body. I felt how they were fucking him and I felt above all how he was receiving it. Soon the thrusts became rhythmic and powerful, and soon I began to perceive how the one being fucked enjoyed it like a possessed person, because at the same time I was squeezing his dick between my hands and the gasps were spreading among all the participants, the one who was fucking was moaning, the one who was being fucked was panting, and I, who was holding onto both, was encouraging them to continue without fainting. I didn't take long to realize that the one being fucked was coming in my hands, I felt his agitated buttocks, and the goosebumps betrayed the imminence of the cumshot, so without being able to do more in his favor, my hands were filled with milk, and the one who was fucking slowly withdrew his dick from that ass, but don't think that the thing ended there, in fact, I would say that it was just beginning. The one being fucked disappeared from the scene almost without us noticing, but soon I could appreciate that something new was about to start, because someone hastened to take my dick out of my pants, and I noticed that around us there was a real crowd, because my dick was starting to go from mouth to mouth. I couldn't precisely say how many guys sucked my dick, but I wouldn't be too far off if I said that no less than a dozen tongues savored my extremely erect dick. It was like a whirlwind. My dick was going from mouth to mouth, but don't think that the thing was out of control, because from the beginning, I clearly noticed that the one who was fucking, yes, the one who had fucked the mature gentleman, controlled my dick at all times and was the one who allowed the participants in the feast to taste my dick, but not to release it, not to leave it to the crowd, no way, he would put it in the mouths of the participants and immediately take it out, until soon he put it in his mouth and my dick disappeared in a deep and warm cavity. I don't know how far he put it, but I assure you that my 9 inches of dick and my 4 inches of thickness were fully inside his mouth. I remembered the thrusts that I had given to the one being fucked a moment before, and I assure you that I got my revenge. I put it in his mouth until his throat, with rage, with fury, without contemplations, and without contemplations, I came in his mouth. It wasn't a cumshot, it was a whirlwind, the milk was coming out of his lips, but I didn't take it out so soon, I waited patiently for my dick to give its last beat and expel the last drop of semen on his mouth, then I got off him and put my dick back on at the same time that I made an intention to leave the place. The man still had the breath to approach me and whisper a phone number in my ear...

It happened when my husband, Tom, invited his friend over for a drinking session. Of course, we were drinking at home - why go far? Nick showed up with a bottle of cognac and one of wine, just for me, since I don't drink cognac. After finishing my wine and listening to the guys' life stories, I decided to retreat to my room. Yes, Tom and I lived in separate rooms - it was comfortable that way, and because we hardly had sex anymore. I suspected he was into porn now, and after eight years together, it was more interesting than his wife. It bothered me, but I went with the flow, occasionally using my vibrator before bed. So, I was in my room, scrolling through Instagram and daydreaming about the future, when I heard the front door close and everything went quiet. "Off to get more drinks, " I thought, and decided to go to the kitchen for a snack. When I entered the living room, I was startled to see Nick sitting in the chair, intently looking at me. Tom left alone? I asked. That's what my husband was called. - Nick nodded affirmatively. - Why didn't you go with him? - Well... he started, with a hint of embarrassment,...I told my wife I'd be spending the night at my parents'. She's got a bunch of friends in your neighborhood, and if they see me at the store, they'll rat her out. - So, where are you staying tonight? - Here. - Really? I was surprised, but I didn't mind - there's plenty of room for everyone. He continued to stare at me with a strange smirk. - I wouldn't leave a girl like you alone with a friend, he said. - And why's that? I played along. He stood up and came closer to me. - What if he tries to seduce her? He said, looking me in the eyes, then at my lips. I blushed and almost kissed him. Shocked by my own daring, I realized just how horny I was. That's why I decided to keep playing this weird game. - Especially when that friend is so handsome, I continued his sentence. He smiled. I reached for his hand, and he eagerly gave it to me, curious about what would happen next. I brought his fingers to my lips and started kissing and licking them, occasionally sucking on the tips. Nick's face changed, and he bit his lip in excitement as he watched. I slid his index finger deeper, imagining it was his cock. Nick let out a loud sigh. He took his finger back, pulled me to him, and started kissing me deeply. His hands went to my ass, and he pressed me against him. I felt his hard cock through his jeans, and I lost it. I started stroking it, loving the feel of his hard, excited manhood. But I wanted more, so I started unbuttoning his jeans. Nick gently stopped me. - Let's do this later tonight, when your husband's asleep. - Okay, I agreed. Reluctantly, we separated and went to different parts of the apartment. Tom came back with more cognac and didn't notice anything unusual between us. All night, I couldn't wait for my drunk husband to go to sleep. Usually, he slept like a log, and I hoped tonight would be no different. Finally, everyone went to their respective beds. When I heard Tom snoring, Nick quietly entered my room. Anticipating what was to come, I was already so turned on that my panties were soaked. In the dim light, I saw Nick's figure approaching me, and I felt his lips on mine again. We kissed, and his hand slid under my nightgown. I wasn't wearing a bra, so he started caressing my breast. I touched his cock, which was already rock-hard and eager for attention. I quietly unbuttoned his jeans, and he groaned when my hand touched his bare cock. I started stroking him, and he closed his eyes in pleasure. I gently moved my hand up and down, occasionally touching his balls, and Nick just stood there, enjoying it. Then he slipped his hand into my panties and started caressing me. After pleasuring each other for a while, he took off my nightgown and panties, and then undressed himself. We lay on the bed facing each other, his cock between my legs but not inside me yet. I squeezed his cock with my thighs, and he started moving it back and forth, rubbing it against my wet pussy. I almost moaned in pleasure, but I tried to stay quiet, listening to Tom's snoring in the next room. It felt like I was soaking the bed beneath us. My body craved wild, dirty sex. I slid down and took his cock in my mouth. Nick threw his head back, his breathing getting heavier. He put his hands on my head, gently pushing, as if he wanted to fuck my throat. I didn't disappoint him, taking him in as deep as I could, squeezing his ass and loving the feeling of being his dirty little slut. Nick rewarded me with an amazing orgasm, licking and fingering me until I squirmed in ecstasy. Then he put on a condom and entered me, sending me to heaven. He leaned over me and started moving slowly. I sucked on his finger, and he sped up, making the bed creak. It was getting harder to stay quiet and listen to Tom's snoring. I moved my hips, wanting his cock deeper inside me. I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me with all my strength. Realizing how hungry I was, Nick stood up, turned me around, and fucked me hard from behind, making me arch my back in pleasure. Our legs were on the floor, and I held onto the bed with my hands. My tits bounced as Nick gripped my sides and pounded into me, making loud slapping sounds that echoed through the apartment. I was afraid Tom would wake up, but I couldn't stop. Nick sped up even more, and I felt his cock swelling inside me. He fucked me hard, and I moaned with each thrust, unable to stay quiet any longer. Finally, he came with a final, hard thrust, and then made me come with another amazing orgasm using his mouth. We kissed and went back to our respective beds. In the morning, I tried to avoid them, not wanting to give away the sparkle in my eyes. But Nick noticed my happiness and winked at me secretly. He left, and I spent the rest of the day lying in bed, lost in memories of the night before.

My name is Paul, and I'm 28 years old. My mother-in-law, Margaret, is a 52-year-old woman. She's a very attractive woman with a beautiful chest and a lovely ass. I've caught myself looking at her and thinking about how great it would be to have sex with her. Margaret lives alone in a one-bedroom apartment. One day, I went out with my friends and decided not to go home late to avoid arguing with my wife, so I went to my mother-in-law's place instead. I rang the doorbell, and Margaret answered. She was wearing a nightgown, and I told her I didn't want to go home and decided to spend the night at her place. My mother-in-law made me a bed on the couch in the living room, and her bed was nearby. She walked around the room in her nightgown, and I couldn't help but stare at her. I realized that I wanted her. After we went to bed, I couldn't sleep because I was so turned on. I sat on the edge of the couch in my underwear and started talking to Margaret, telling her how much I loved her and how attractive I found her. She was lying on her bed, facing me, and I could see her face in the dim light. I couldn't resist anymore, so I got up and approached her bed. "What are you doing? " Margaret asked me. I didn't answer; I just lay down next to her under the blanket and looked at her. My penis was ready to burst out of my underwear. I felt that Margaret was also turned on. I moved closer to her, hugged her, and kissed her on the lips. "No, we shouldn't do this, " she whispered, but I couldn't stop anymore. I started kissing her face, neck, and hands, and I touched her breasts. Margaret didn't push me away too strongly, and I knew she was enjoying it. I realized that she wanted me to make love to her. I took off my underwear and pushed my penis against her body. "Oh no, why are you doing this? " Margaret asked me, but I was beyond reason. I just wanted her. I lifted up her nightgown and saw that she wasn't wearing any underwear. I started touching her vulva and felt that she was very wet. I knew she wanted me to put my penis inside her. Margaret didn't say anything; she just breathed heavily, and her eyes were closed. She wasn't resisting much, and I knew she was enjoying it. I leaned over her, spread her legs, and pushed my penis inside her. "Maybe we shouldn't do this; it's not right, " she whispered, but I was already inside her. I looked into her eyes and pushed harder, and my penis entered her wet vagina. Oh, it was amazing! Her vagina was tight and hot. Margaret closed her eyes, and I started moving faster and faster. My mother-in-law moaned as if it was her first time having sex. After a while, she started moving her hips, and we were having passionate sex. My balls were slapping against her ass, and she whispered, "Oh, Paul, it feels so good! " I was working hard, and my penis was entering her fully. It felt amazing, and I knew I was going to come soon. I pulled out my penis, turned her over onto her stomach, and asked her to get on her knees. "Why do you want to do it this way? " Margaret asked me. I told her I wanted to do it from behind. "I've never done it this way before, " she said. I turned her over, told her to get on her knees, and approached her from behind. I saw her naked ass and realized that I was having sex with my mother-in-law, but at that moment, she was just a woman, and we wanted each other. I put my penis inside her vagina from behind, took her ass in my hands, and started thrusting hard. She moaned, and it was amazing! Margaret moaned like a young girl. I saw my penis entering her wet and hot vagina, and I wanted more and more. After a while, we changed positions again, and I was on top of her. I lifted her legs and put my penis inside her. We were having sex, and I felt that my woman was grabbing my hands strongly. I felt that she was coming, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I released a stream of sperm inside her vagina. After that, I lay down next to her, and we were both silent. I turned to her and said that it was amazing. Margaret replied that she hadn't had an orgasm like that in a long time and that it felt great. We started kissing, and I felt her body; it was hot. Soon we fell asleep. In the morning, I woke up, and Margaret wasn't in bed. She was talking to someone in the kitchen. It was her sister who had come over. Margaret came into the room, and her sister looked in and saw me sleeping in Margaret's bed. "What's going on? " she asked. "Did you sleep together? " Margaret said that I had just moved from the couch. My underwear was on the floor next to the bed. I think it was clear what had happened. When her sister left, Margaret came to me. "Are you sleeping? " "Can I join you? " she asked. I opened my eyes, lifted the blanket, and Margaret took off her robe. Under the robe, she was naked. Seeing her, I just wanted her again. My penis got hard. Margaret lay down next to me, and I started kissing her without saying a word. She hugged me, and I could see that she wanted me again. I lay on top of her, and she spread her legs. I put my penis inside her amazing vagina, and Margaret whispered in my ear that she had never had sex like that before. I came inside her, and Margaret came with me. It was a wonderful night and a great morning.

It was a Saturday at the end of July. My parents were supposed to be at the beach and not coming back until Sunday, so I invited my girlfriend over to our house to take a dip in the hot tub. We prepared the bath, added some aromatic salts, and everything was going well. We undressed and started getting into the tub. "Are you sure no one will show up? " my girlfriend asked. "I hope not, but let's just take a quick bath because my sister might come back at any moment, " I replied, with a bit of fear of getting caught, although it was turning me on. We got in, I went in first, lying on my back, and she got in behind me, also on her back, holding onto my waist, as it was the easiest way for both of us to fit. We pressed the button that makes the bubbles come out, and we were very relaxed, staying like that for a long time. Of course, my dick was rubbing against her back, and I'm not made of stone, so I was hard the whole time, although I was trying to stay calm. She, obviously, noticed. "Mmmm, is that your dick rubbing against my back? " she asked. "Yeah, it is." I was holding onto her breasts and caressing them, and things were starting to get out of hand. To try to calm the situation down, I got up and sat down on a seat inside the tub, but if I wanted to calm things down, it wasn't a good idea, since I was hard and staring at her, with my dick right in front of her. "Pervert, you don't want to do anything and you're putting your dick in front of me? " she said, stroking my dick and balls. She came closer and started licking it slowly. First, just the head, until she started taking the whole thing in and moving back and forth. "Mmmm, that's so good." At that moment, she was in a comfortable position, and so was I, so with my left hand, I started making circles on her clit, like girls like, and with my right hand, I was caressing her tit like I was kneading it. "Mmm... I love it, " she was moaning. "Ohhh... keep going, " I was saying. I was watching everything she was doing, taking the head in and starting to jerk off, or pulling out her tongue and putting the head on her tongue, like she was waiting for milk, while she was jerking off. That really turns me on, and she was indicating that she wanted me to come in her mouth, and it wasn't going to take long. "Mmmm, are you going to fill my mouth with your cum? " "Ohhh... keep going, you're such a slut." She was getting more and more into it, and she knew exactly how to do it and when to step it up. I was leaning down, trying to suck on her huge nipples, which were totally erect. Suddenly, we heard someone opening the door. The house is small, and you can hear everything, someone had come in. She looked at me without taking my dick out of her mouth, and I told her to keep going. "Keep going, keep going, don't stop now, we just have to be quiet." The water was still making noise, so we didn't have to stop either. I could feel the pleasure, the cum was ready to come out, and she knew it. So she put the head on her tongue and started jerking off like crazy until she took the whole thing in, made three or four movements back and forth, and I came in her mouth. "Ahhh, ufff, " I made a pretty loud noise. I had already come, and she was still with her mouth full, eating it, wanting to make sure not a single drop was left inside. I was touching her wet pussy. She pulled out, grabbed some toilet paper, and spit out the liquid. "Mmmm, that was a great blowjob, " I said. "You have such delicious cum, " she replied. We got dressed and went outside, and I thought it was my sister, but it was my parents, they had come back a day early. They looked at us with a weird expression: "What have you done? " "Nothing, we just took a bath in our swimsuits. It was quick." I don't know if they heard anything. Later, in private, they told me not to invite anyone else into the hot tub without their permission. It was a very morbid experience, and when we remember it, we burst out laughing and get really turned on.

It seems like Carlos had a great time because he called us two days later to check in and said he wanted to do it again. Truth be told, he caught us in the act when he called, and she told him so. Then he said, "Did I catch you guys fucking? " My wife said, "Yeah, I had my husband's dick in my mouth at the time." And that started a conversation that went something like this: Her: You caught us fucking. Carlos: No way, what were you guys doing? Her: I had my husband's dick in my mouth. Carlos: Is it really hard? Her: Yeah, and what about you? Did it make you hard? Carlos: Don't be jerks, don't do this to me, I've got customers in the store. Her: Well, it's up to you if you wanna listen and cum or not. Carlos: Fuck, I gotta go to the bathroom with the cordless. Her: Mmm, this dick tastes so good, slurrrp! Carlos: Fuck, it's so hard, but I can't stay too long. Her: Well, he's putting his dick in my pussy now. Carlos: Fuck, you guys are making me so hard. She put the phone close to her pussy so he could hear the wet noises of us fucking. With how wet we were, the sounds of our fucking and my balls slapping her ass were clear as day. She was on all fours, and I was fucking her from behind. Carlos didn't last long before he came, thanks to his excitement and the rush. Her: Better that way, 'cause walking around with a boner to serve customers could be a problem. Carlos: Definitely. Her: Especially with women. They notice stuff like that right away. Carlos: Yeah, women notice everything. Me: So, why not take advantage and fuck right there in the store? Carlos: Yeah, right! Like customers come here to fuck instead of buying chairs. Me: Well, you could use the excuse to test the chair's sturdiness and sit on it with her on top, haha! Carlos: Alright, I gotta go. When can we do this again? Her: This weekend, okay? Carlos: Okay, I'll let you guys go. Have a great fuck and swallow everything they give you, beautiful! We continued with our business while poor Carlos had to attend to his store. The weekend came, and there we were, at his store. She was wearing a bell-shaped skirt, a thong underneath, a gorgeous lace bra, and a low-cut blouse. She was so horny because today she wanted a double penetration, and just thinking about it made her soaking wet. On the way there in the car, she told me, "Touch my pussy, baby, it's soaking wet." And indeed, my hand came back drenched. As I was touching her, she unzipped my pants and took out my dick. She laid down and started sucking it while I drove. I had to slow down to avoid an accident. My balls started sending signals that I was about to cum, and I told her. "Cum, don't worry, I'll swallow it all." And she did, not a drop was wasted. She was so horny that she started playing with her tits and pussy. A truck driver we were passing saw her and matched our speed to enjoy the show. My wife looked at him, blew him a kiss, and we left him behind. When we arrived, he greeted us as usual and led us to the back. This time, he stood behind her, grabbed her, and walked with his dick pressed against her ass and his hands squeezing her tits. He was rubbing against her like crazy as they walked. As soon as we got to the back, he threw her onto the couch, leaving her facing the wall with her ass in the air. He lifted her skirt and found that little thong buried between her ass cheeks. He put his hand between her legs to play with her pussy and, moving the thong aside, started licking her ass and pussy, saying, "Mmm, you're so wet, your thong is soaked." I stripped naked and put my dick in her mouth so she could start sucking while Carlos kept licking her down there. After a while, Carlos took off her skirt, thong, and blouse, leaving her only in her high heels and bra. The sight of her like that would've made any man hard, it was so damn hot. Then I stood behind her and started fucking her while Carlos put his dick in her mouth for her to suck. She sucked him while playing with his balls with one hand, and Carlos started fingering her asshole with one finger. She said, "I want both of you inside me today." So, we took out a special lubricant we have that numbs the area a bit to avoid pain, not pleasure, and lubricated her asshole well. He put lubricant on his finger and slowly started pushing it into her ass while I kept fucking her from behind. After a while, when we could feel the lubricant's effect, Carlos sat on the couch. He took out a condom and gave it to her. She sucked his dick a bit and slowly put the condom on while looking him in the eyes with a lustful gaze. Then she stood on the couch facing him and offered her open pussy with her fingers, which he eagerly licked. She started lowering herself and slowly burying his dick inside her pussy. She started moving back and forth slowly, and Carlos's eyes rolled back in pleasure. She started riding him harder, and Carlos took off her bra, letting her tits slap him in the face, which he seemed to love. I approached from behind and slowly started pushing my dick into her ass, first the head to get her ready, and then deeper and deeper. It was fantastic feeling her asshole squeezing my dick. Then we both started fucking her, and she was moaning in pleasure, saying, "More, you fuckers, give me more." Carlos's dick in her pussy, mine in her ass, Carlos's mouth on her tits, and mine on her neck. She seemed possessed by the pleasure she was feeling. You could feel the back and forth of our dicks inside her. She didn't last long before she came from the pleasure she was feeling. We could both feel her contractions on our dicks. She had an intense orgasm. Soon after, we came too. I came in her ass, and Carlos quickly pulled out, took off the condom, and came all over her tits, leaving them covered in cum. She saw it and generously spread it all over her chest, which Carlos eagerly started licking. We stayed like that for a moment, recovering from the effort. She went to the bathroom to clean up my cum, which was flowing out of her ass and down her thighs. When she came back, she sat between us and started stroking our dicks to get them hard again. She made us stand in front of her and, while she sucked one, she jacked off the other. Then she brought both our dicks to her mouth and started sucking them at the same time, even managing to fit both heads in her mouth. Feeling another man's dick next to mine was new for me, but the excitement of the moment and the sight of what we were doing had us both hard in an instant. She was swallowing both our dicks at the same time, and it was fantastic to watch her do it while she played with our balls with her hands. She pushed Carlos towards the couch, making him sit down. She turned around and put her ass in the air in front of his face. Carlos started licking her ass, even trying to push his tongue into her hole. Then she slowly lowered her ass onto his dick, taking it in inch by inch. When she had taken it all, it was a sight right out of a porn movie: Carlos sitting on the couch with my wife's ass on his dick, her legs open, offering her pussy to me. I started licking and fingering her pussy while Carlos's dick slid in and out of her ass. I couldn't hold back any longer, so I quickly put my dick in her pussy. As I entered, I could feel Carlos's dick in her ass. Then we started a frantic back and forth of our dicks, accompanied by her screams and moans of pleasure, her eyes rolling back. To top it off, while our dicks fucked her, I put my hand on her clit, which was exposed for me, and started rubbing it. She didn't last a minute before she came, with her orgasm's contractions making us both cum instantly. Carlos came in the condom in her ass, and I came in her pussy. The load I left in her was so big that when I pulled out, cum started flowing out of her pussy and onto Carlos's balls, which were still inside her ass. He was so out of it that he didn't even notice. After we pulled out, Gaby gave my flaccid dick a final suck. Then she got off Carlos, and his dick fell to the side. Gaby rubbed her pussy and ass while moaning and thanking us for the fuck. The visit was worth it, and our fantasy came true: double penetration. After cleaning up and saying our goodbyes, Carlos couldn't help but grope and kiss my wife's tits again before we left. On the way home, we talked about how much fun we'd had.

This story happened a few years ago, and it's the first time I'm sharing it. I'm a 25-year-old Mexican psychologist living in the United States, and I consider myself bisexual now, but back then, I was straight. Here's how it all started: Four years ago, when I was 21, I was having some financial struggles. I had moved to another city to study, and my parents couldn't afford to support me. So, I decided to go to the United States to work for my uncle in his construction company. I had a tourist visa, and we had visited the country before for family vacations. I was there for two and a half months, working long hours and dealing with rude coworkers who made fun of me for being a student and studying psychology. To blow off some steam, I bought a mountain bike and started riding around the neighborhood. One day, I noticed an older black man working in his garden every time I passed by. He was always friendly and greeted me with a "Have a good afternoon, boy." I'd greet him back, and we'd exchange pleasantries. He seemed like a nice guy, and I didn't think much of it. One day, I was riding by his house and stopped to take a break. He walked up to me and started talking. I told him I was Mexican and didn't speak English very well. He responded in broken but understandable Spanish, "I adore Mexicans. I'm Marc. Nice to meet you." I introduced myself, and he said, "Nice name." We started talking, and he told me he loved Mexico and visited Puerto Vallarta twice a year. I told him I visited that beach at least once a year too. He asked where I lived, and I told him I was helping my uncle and lived a few streets away. He said it was nice to see young people exercising these days, and I found it strange because, in the US, people always go out to exercise, but I didn't see many young people in that area. It started to get dark, and I told him I had to go. He said he was divorced and had been for several years. I apologized for bringing it up, and he said there was no problem, that he was very happy living alone. I just smiled and told him I had to go. He said goodbye very nicely and told me he hoped to see me around again, as he liked me. I said the feeling was mutual because, after weeks of only interacting with rude and offensive people, it felt great to have a nice conversation with someone so kind. When I got home, I saw that I had several missed calls from my girlfriend. I noticed that all the calls had come in while I was talking to Marc. I thought I had only chatted with him for a moment, but when I looked at the time, I realized that an hour had passed. I thought to myself, "Well, I didn't even notice the time passing." The next day, as I was about to pass by Marc's street, I found myself thinking about whether he would be there or not. As always, he was there, and I stopped to greet him. He approached me and had something in his hands - a small backpack with a water bottle attached. He walked up to me and said, "Look what I found. I used to ride my bike a lot, and I still have all my gear." I tried to decline, but he insisted, and I blushed a bit. He laughed and asked if no one had ever given me anything before. I told him yes, but not from a man his age and with his characteristics, which made him laugh even more. He then said he had some good bikes in his backyard that needed some work, and he wanted to sell them. He invited me to check them out, and I offered to help fix them since I have a lot of knowledge about bikes. He happily accepted and invited me inside. He told me to just walk to the back, and I found myself in a beautiful, spacious house. I walked through the living room and kitchen and entered the backyard, which was also quite beautiful. I heard him shout that he would be there in a moment, and I entered a small room filled with old tools and gadgets. The bikes were indeed from a high-end brand, and I could see what was wrong with them right away. I grabbed the toolbox and got to work. After a while, Marc came in with two large beers and said, "Here's your reward for the help." I accepted the beer, and when I finished, he invited me inside to have another one. I thought it was quite friendly, and I accepted. I didn't feel any unease because he had a very friendly way of speaking. As we sat inside drinking our beers, he asked me if I had a girlfriend. I told him I did, and he said, "Of course you do, you're a very handsome young man." I felt a bit embarrassed and just thanked him for the compliment. He kept complimenting me, saying, "That girl is very lucky, " and I asked him why he said that. He replied, "Well, you're a very responsible and good-looking young man. Who wouldn't want that these days? " I started telling him about some problems I was having with my girlfriend, as she was quite jealous and insecure, always accusing me of being a jerk, which was never true. I wanted Marc, with his years of experience, to give me some advice. He just said he never understood women. He then got up and asked if I wanted something to eat, but I told him not to bother, as it was getting late and I had to go. He said not to worry, that it was still early, and he went to the kitchen counter to grab some snacks. I stood up, looking around his kitchen, admiring the paintings on the walls, and in my distraction, I placed my beer glass on the edge of the counter. It tipped over and spilled beer all over Marc. I felt so bad because I had soaked his stomach and the front of his pants. The counter was quite high, and the beer had spilled all over him. I quickly grabbed a nearby napkin and tried to wipe him off, feeling very embarrassed. He took me by the shoulders and moved me aside, saying in a deep voice, "Don't worry about it, it's fine." He then started taking off his clothes, and I stood there frozen, watching him. He took off his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his underwear. I couldn't help but look at his body, from his chest with a bit of hair and some gray, to his slightly sagging chest, and down to his underwear. It wasn't a boxer or brief, but a tight, black compression short that left nothing to the imagination. I could see the outline of his entire genital area, and it was quite large. I was petrified and couldn't say anything. I just stood there, staring at him. He then shook his clothes and said, "If you don't mind, I'll stay like this." He sat down on his couch, and I just stood there, still unable to move. I had had two beers, but I was still conscious. He then said, "Take a seat, don't be scared. We're men, it's fine." I did as he said and sat down on the big couch, while he sat on the single armchair. He still had a bit of beer left, so he finished it in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and asked, "Do you want to know why I don't have a wife anymore? " I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded my head. In my mind, I kept thinking, "Why am I still in this house? " But another part of me felt a rush of adrenaline sitting on that couch. He then started telling me a story about his ex-wife, and I remember it clearly because it left me shocked for a moment. "About 20 years ago, I separated from my wife, and the reason was a boy like you, " he said. I was stunned, but a part of me wanted to hear the story. He told me, "You see, I used to work at a sports academy, and I was very good at playing basketball. Along with another teacher named James, we trained young men between 20 and 30 years old. James was like me, just a bit younger and also black. The job was pretty good, and I noticed that many young men were quite fond of James. I thought it was because of his teaching attitude and willpower. One day, I was on my way home on my bike and realized I had forgotten my house keys, so I had to go back to the academy. I rushed back because I didn't want to find everything closed, but when I got there, I saw that one of the doors was still open. I was looking for my keys and heard a noise coming from the room where we kept all the sports equipment and balls. The door was slightly open, and when I peeked inside, I was amazed. There was James with one of the students, a young, white, and slim guy like you, but a bit taller, around 23 years old. I saw them lying on one of the mats, and James was having sex with the student in the doggy style position. I couldn't look away and must admit that it turned me on quite a bit to see the size difference between them and how James was pounding the young man. I masturbated right then and there and came pretty quickly. I then grabbed my keys and left the academy immediately, heading home. When I got home, my heart was racing, and my dick was still hard even after I had come. My wife asked me if something was wrong, but I told her nothing was happening. I went straight to the bathroom and masturbated again, and it was one of the best orgasms I'd ever had. That night, in bed with my wife, we tried to have sex, but I couldn't get an erection. I felt bad, but my wife told me it would be okay for another time. Days and weeks passed, and even though I tried to have sex with my wife, I couldn't. My mind was always filled with images of the young man from the academy and James. Eventually, things with my wife ended badly because of our lack of intimacy, and she asked for a divorce. It all happened quite quickly. Some time later, I approached the young man who had been haunting my fantasies. He was attractive, and I told him I knew about what had happened between him and Professor James. He begged me not to tell anyone and, taking advantage of that, I told him that if he didn't want me to say anything, he should do the same thing for me that he did for James. He agreed and came to my house. I was nervous, but the experience of seeing his body twist in pain while I fucked him hard became my personal fetish. Over time, I wanted to try it with older or men of my age, but it wasn't the same. What really turned me on was putting my large body on young, attractive, slim, and white guys like you, and over the years, I've perfected my approach to get young men like you to end up on this couch where you're sitting, even if they're straight at first, they always end up loving what I do to them." At that moment, he stood up, and I saw that he had a hard-on inside his compression shorts. He walked up to me, and since I was still sitting, he took my face in his large hand and moved it up to look him in the eyes. He changed his tone of voice and said, "I can feel that you want it, boy." He took my hand and put it inside his compression shorts, and I could feel his dick and balls with my hand. I was still in shock and couldn't move or say anything, but I could feel a sticky liquid on the tip of his dick. Just as I was about to react, I quickly pulled my hand out of his shorts and said I had to go. He said, "See you tomorrow, boy, " with a confident tone, as if I would definitely come back. I grabbed my bike and left quickly, my heart still racing. When I got home, I found that I had an erection, and it wouldn't go away. I went to bed, but all I could see when I closed my eyes was Marc's body in those black compression shorts. The only thing I could do was masturbate, and I came so much that I had to use a couple of socks to clean everything up. The next day, I didn't go to work. It was Sunday, and my uncle was going out to a restaurant and invited me to join him, but I preferred to stay home. All day, I thought about what had happened. A part of me felt guilty - why had I gotten excited by a man like that? Why didn't I leave his house? Was I gay? I spent the whole morning questioning my life based on that moment. I knew I had to talk to someone about it, so I called my therapist. I told her everything that had happened, and she listened carefully. She said she was glad I trusted her enough to share this with her. She told me it was okay to have feelings and that it didn't make me gay or bisexual just because I had an attraction to a man in that moment. She said it was important to explore my feelings and not to judge myself. After talking to her, I felt much better. I realized that I was still straight, but I had had an experience that had made me question my sexuality. I decided to take some time to think about it and not to rush into any conclusions. In the end, I never went back to Marc's house, but I never forgot about that day. It was a confusing and intense experience, but it also helped me understand myself better and accept my feelings. I'm still straight, but I'm more open to the idea that attraction can happen between people of the same sex, and it doesn't make me any less of a man.

That rainy Saturday afternoon, I was home alone while my husband was at work and my daughters were out with their boyfriends. Feeling horny like a cougar, I decided to take a shower and masturbate. I slipped my fingers into my pussy, rubbed my clit, moaned, and had a great orgasm. I decided not to shave my pubic area, so I was more hairy than usual down there. I got out of the shower and decided to wear a pale blue, smooth, short dress and stockings that covered my thighs, accentuating the shape and softness of my legs. High-heeled, open-toed shoes showed off my delicate feet, which looked great when I walked and sat, crossing my legs. I put on a transparent thong that showed my pubic hair, and finally, I decided not to wear a bra because I don't like it to show through the dress, so my breasts were visible through the thin fabric. In the last year, the city of Mexico has received thousands of migrant people from Haiti. My husband and I, being migrants from Guatemala and living in Mexico, always try to help people in these conditions. That Saturday afternoon, and almost as if by divine mandate, many people passed by my house, they were people from Haiti asking for help, offering to do any kind of work in exchange for some money for a ticket or a hot meal. I had some chores that needed to be done at my house that my daughters had refused to do, so I thought maybe this situation could benefit me somehow. After a moment, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find a tall, muscular young man with a shaved head, around 20 years old. He was wearing only a tank top that showed off his toned muscles and tight pants that left nothing to the imagination, highlighting his enormous bulge. He began to explain his situation to me. He had come from Haiti a couple of months ago and hadn't eaten in several days. He was determined not to accept charity, saying, "I don't want to receive handouts from anyone, ma'am." He was willing to do any kind of work for some food or money. "Hey honey, I have some chores that need to be done here at my place. I can't pay you much, but I have plenty of food, and I can give you some to take with you, " I said. "Thank you so much, ma'am. You don't know how much I appreciate you giving me the opportunity to work, " he replied. "No worries, come on in and leave your things by the door, and I'll explain where you can start, " I said. "Are you living here alone? " he asked curiously. "No, I live here with my daughters and husband, " I said. "Your house is very nice, ma'am, " he said, admiring the place. I took him to the backyard where there were some weeds and trees that needed pruning. I told him he could start with that and I would give him other tasks later. I sat at a table with a full view of the backyard. Despite the day starting with rain, it soon cleared up as the sun rose. Watching him work gave me pleasure. Suddenly, he took off his shirt to avoid getting it sweaty, and I enjoyed the sight of his muscular chest and broad back, accentuating his young masculinity. After a few hours of working in the rising heat, both outside and inside my pussy, the young man asked for a glass of water to quench his thirst. His dark, sweaty body made me burn with desire. I felt my panties getting wet just from looking at him. I tried to seduce him with some bold questions, slowly but surely. "What's your name, sweetheart? " I asked. "I'm Rómulo, " he said, taking a break from drinking water. "Did you go to school back in Haiti? " I asked. "Yes, I graduated high school with honors in my country, " he said. "That's great, it speaks well of you that you're such a studious young man. Keep it up. I imagine that a handsome guy like you must have left a girlfriend back in Haiti, " I said with a flirtatious smile. "No, ma'am, I don't have a girlfriend, " he said, smiling shyly. "I don't believe you, honey. It's incredible that a handsome guy like you hasn't had a girlfriend. How old are you now? " I asked. "I'm 18 years old, " he said. "Well, for me, you're a very handsome boy. Here, you'd have women crazy about you, including me, " I said, laughing. "Well, the truth is, I've never been with a woman, ma'am, " he said, blushing. "Well, we'll have to do something about that, " I said in a low voice. "Excuse me? " he asked curiously. "Nothing, honey, come here and help me, " I said. I walked slowly towards him, and we began to kiss, to hug while our hands explored each other's bodies. His hands reached my ass, squeezing and rubbing it roughly. I prefer to be taken and fucked hard rather than all that cursi kissing. He started kissing my neck, massaging my ass, his kisses on my neck were turning me on too much. I just hung on to his neck, then he lowered his hands and picked me up, I opened my legs to get comfortable, and we kissed again, our mouths exchanging saliva, our tongues tasting and caressing each other. He continued carrying me for a moment, then turned towards the bed and slowly lowered me until I was sitting on it. My hand instinctively went to his crotch to feel that terrain. A good bulge, hard as rocks, was very prominent. I could feel that there were already some drops wetting his pants, probably from his sweet pre-cum. I went down to his chest and started licking his salty sweat. With each kiss, I felt his firm body tremble. I was enjoying the rigidity of his abs, almost as hard as his erection that was making my pussy drip. With one stroke, he took off his pants, and just as I imagined, a huge cock hit my face. It was dripping with a sweet elixir from the tip, transparent and abundant, falling little by little from the tip to the base. His testicles, full of cum, were just as appetizing as that cock, so exquisite in appearance. That chocolate-colored cock, wide with veins well-marked that seemed ready to explode. I wondered what I would do with all that chocolate, it wasn't the first time, but it was always a challenge. I decided to admire it, to give it little kisses all over that huge trunk, I went down to his enormous black balls and started sucking them, while with my hands I tried to pull that huge cock. I decided to start the blowjob, licking his frenulum and glans, trying to put that huge head in my mouth, but it was too much, it hurt, I tried again and it was still too much, I decided to suck and suck, bite the trunk, while Rómulo, he was combing me, on the third try, I managed to put part of that huge cock in my mouth, "if you can, you're a great whore, " and I took it off, I was choking. I did the same procedure again, but this time with his big hands, he grabbed me so that I wouldn't come out of his cock, it felt bad, I felt like I was drowning, but I wanted to keep sucking that black cock, then he took it out of my mouth, while I coughed, he gave me some slaps with that huge cock, I went back to sucking his cock, and with my two hands I masturbated him, I went back to putting my tongue on his frenulum and glans, and then I bit them softly, making him scream, "ahh how good it feels, my love, you're a whore, you know how to give pleasure, you're a goddess, my love." A few minutes later, he put his fingers on the straps of my dress and let them fall on my forearms, leaving my breasts bare. When he felt my naked breasts, I moaned, which seemed to excite him. He bent his head and started kissing and licking my breasts, and at times, biting my hard nipples, he then lowered his hands to the lower edge of my dress and lifted it up to my waist, only and the tiny thong, leaving my vaginal hairs visible, his hands were already touching everything, and pulling my hairs hard, "you're very hairy, " he said. He picked me up and threw me on the bed, I was at his mercy, he opened my legs wide, lifted my mini dress to the waist, started kissing my thong, which was already very wet, "mmm, it smells good, my love, " he gave little pats to my pussy, immediately he took off my thong, smelled it, wrapped it around his cock, and started licking my clit, with his thick lips he gave me good treatment, then he kissed my vagina, put his tongue in, gave little pats, "ahh how good it feels, my love, " I said, grabbing his hair while he bit me gently. Then he stood up, took me to the living room sofa, his cock rubbing against my pussy, which was already burning with desire, he started jerking off with my thong, putting it in my pussy, "it's very hot, my love, please put it in, " I screamed, "your desires are orders, my queen." He put me in the classic missionary position, his cock hit my clit, he spat on it, and first his head went in. "aaah it's hard, " I said. He put part of his trunk in, "aaah, yes, I like it, " I felt that he was going halfway. He took me by the waist and with one stroke, he put all his cock in, I screamed very loud, it must have been heard on the street. He took half of his cock out and put it back in, I felt like he was splitting me in two. He did this several times, then he lay on top of me, feeling that huge body of a bull, penetrating me, he lifted my legs to his shoulders, and fucked me like an animal in heat, "do you like it, bitch? " and I answered, "yes, don't stop." While he penetrated me, we kissed, he licked my face, neck, and our hands joined, then he lowered my long legs, opened them, took his cock out and put it back in hard, although now he was making circles, he was breaking my pussy and my thighs, he opened them very hard, then my back arched, he took me by the lower back and penetrated me very well, then he lowered my back, and I hugged him with my long legs. Rómulo, he picked me up, and I gave him good sentones on that member, then he took my legs and put them on his shoulders. "Mmm, fuck me like this, don't stop, " I said, "our flesh is colliding, his cock and my pussy are united in one frenzy." "Since you opened the door, I've wanted you, " he said. "I have you here, riding me, baby, enjoy, " I said. He pushed me against the wall and fucked me hard, very hard, my pussy was already irritated, asking for a break, but my lust, it didn't want us to stop, we lay down on the sofa, he on top of me, penetrating me, kissing me, he took his cock out and started licking my vagina, he spat on it, put a pillow behind me, and threw my legs back, he took them by my femoral and began to penetrate hard, and I moaned. "Damn, it feels so good, it's breaking me in two, " I said. My phone rang, but I ignored it. He let my legs and vagina rest, put his huge cock in my mouth, while I tried not to choke. He took me and laid me down, belly down, stretching my legs and hands like an X, he got on top of me, and also stretched, he penetrated me anally while he let fall his 100 k, of pure muscle, that cock was breaking me, we were the X in human form. "Keep going, it feels so good, give it all to me, " I said. He could hear the bed creaking, he bit my back, neck, he reached my orgasm. "AAAAAA I'm coming, " I said, I was completely satisfied and satisfied, we continued like that for several minutes, then he closed my legs, my hands continued open, he opened my asshole and put his hard, black cock in, he spanked and punished me very hard with his cock, now he was making circular movements, making the sexual act richer, we were bathed in sweat, I felt blood coming out of my ass, I was already very sore, but my macho kept moving, he took it out, opened my asshole with his hands and penetrated me, he did that many times, he said, "I'm about to come."

I was still on the lookout for a Mistress, a lady who would take charge of my training again. But it was proving difficult, the law of supply and demand was working against my desires and needs. I chatted with many people, submissives, dominants, and some ladies, and even obeyed some gentlemen, but I wasn't ready to take the plunge yet. I'm straight, men have never turned me on, but it always seemed kinda hot to have to give in to one, knowing there were things that just wouldn't happen. I had a forced gay experience with a Mistress, where I was taken by a gentleman while tied up on a bed. But giving in is a whole different ball game, and my head and taste are still fighting against desire. After that experience, I thought I wouldn't be traumatized by doing it again, but it's not that simple. Prejudices I didn't know I had started popping up, and things I needed to accept kept swirling around in my head, slowing me down more than I thought. A gentleman with good manners came along, we talked, and he had his stuff together way more than I did. He was patient and knew how to guide me, with games, orders, and tasks. Little by little, my head started to give in, and his first serious request came: something that would make me feel submissive and remind me that I belonged to someone. He ordered me to buy a metal cage for my dick and a large anal plug. Without hesitation, I was browsing the web, looking for models that he might like. He chose a pretty small cage, knowing full well that I would feel it and have to forget about my manhood. The plug had to be an anal jewel, but with three balls, it was big and long. There was no doubt it would feel deep. I did my shopping with haste, feeling the shame of buying those things was part of feeling submissive, carrying the bag and feeling like I'd done my duty was incredible. The next morning, I showed my Master the pictures of what I'd bought, feeling happy that he'd like that I'd followed his orders. He praised my speed and ordered me to put them on right away. I went to the bathroom, holding the cage in my hand, thinking that once it was on, I would have given in, handed over my head and my masculinity. I didn't think too much about it, it wasn't the time to think, if I did, it would only make things harder, and I had to obey, simply obey. I put some lube on my dick just like I was told, and with no small amount of trouble, I put my dick in the cage, cold, hard, heavy. It felt weird, but most of all, my head felt weird. I took out my phone, put on some lube, and recorded the first time I put the plug in. It was hard, cold, intense, and deep, it went in without any problems, making me let out a small moan. I got dressed and went back to work. The cage felt uncomfortable, I couldn't adjust it, touch myself, my dick wasn't mine anymore. And when I sat down, please, that metal plug inside me. Everything reminded me that I had a Master. I sent him the proof of my tasks and kept working. I was uncomfortable, knowing that this was going to be my new life. He wrote to me and praised my proactivity in the video. I like obeying, I hate punishments, but I know they're his right. The orders kept coming, and after a week, I was using the plug, the cage, and nipple clamps during my entire workday. I could have sex, but I wasn't allowed to come. Damn cage, I hated it, I didn't have any manhood left, to pee, I had to sit down, I hated that more than anything. It took me a while to accept it, at first, I tried to hold it in so I wouldn't have to go to the bathroom, but of course, in the end, I had to. It was the fight between my head and my desire, nothing more. My head started to give in, he noticed. He'd told me from the start, "You're gonna beg to see me, you're gonna ask me to session you." And what I once thought was impossible, was now a reality. I couldn't take it anymore, I needed this game to come to a session. I had to give meaning to this torture, my desire and horniness were at their peak. But asking him to session me meant that he would take what was his, what belonged to him. I knew it wouldn't happen any other way, and that turned him on even more. For me, it was terrible to have to ask, but that's what I did, I asked to see him and session me. "Are you sure? " he asked, while he started sending me GIFs of men being sodomized by force, tied up, and taken. My throat felt tight as I saw them, but using me was his right. And the GIFs kept coming, a man tied up with his hands behind his back, a ring gag in his mouth, and being forced to satisfy his Master with his mouth. I couldn't write, I couldn't say anything, I was petrified, I knew it was going to happen that way, I knew that one way or another, he was going to get what he wanted. Everything was new, everything was different, I decided to shut my head up and listen to my horniness. I wanted to give in, and I would, yes Sir, I answered, I'm sure. He set the date and the place, there was no going back now, all that was left was to give myself to my Master. The games continued, along with my daily routine. My dick was already used to the cage, my nipples were always swollen from the clamps I used every day, and he only let me take them off every now and then. I knew that those little devices made me more receptive, or more slutty, as he liked to call me. The intense plug in my ass reminded me that I had a Master. Today was the day, I was as terrified as I was eager, today I had to give in, or rather, I would be taken. It started like every other day, shower, cage in place, clamps, plug, and a picture to show I'd done my task. At 11, he ordered me to take out the plug, without saying more. My head was exploding, I realized that today I would feel something else, and that his order was to feel it intensely. I went to the place he'd told me to, and we met up. I couldn't talk, I was simply mute, terrified. He laughed, trying to calm me down without much success, before we went into the hotel, he gave me one last chance. I was about to take it and run away, but I said no, that everything was fine. We went in, had a drink, went over safe words, he gave some details, and ordered me to take off my clothes. I was left in my underwear, he walked around me, observed me, put my hands against the wall, opened my legs, pulled down my underwear, and left his hands marked on my ass. He whispered in my ear, "Naked is naked, I wouldn't have said underwear." I stood up, took off my underwear, and got back into position. Two more hands reinforced the idea that I had to obey whatever he said. He touched the cage, "It looks great on you, " he said, and pulled on my clamps, making me beg him to stop. He ordered me to put my hands on a table, and that's what I did. He put his hand on my chin, and with a little tap on my ankles, he opened my legs. "Always remember, when you're in front of your Master, keep your legs open. If I say wall, you know how to stand, if I say table, you know how, and if I say bed, the position of a slut is with your legs open, your ass out, and your chest supported. That's how you're available to be used." My heart was beating a mile a minute, I could feel it even in the cage. He tied my hands and feet, took a flogger, a paddle, a ring gag, and some other things out of a bag that I couldn't see. He reminded me of some mistakes that he was going to correct right then, took the flogger, started soft on my back, and ended hard on my ass, making me let out some yells. He gave me a few seconds, took my ass with his hands, strong, it hurt, I begged him to let go, and he did. Everything was sensitive, that's how he wanted me, that's how he had me. He took the paddle, and before I could say anything, he colored my left side, I yelped, begged, my knees gave out, and I was left hanging. With patience, he waited for me to get back into position. And evened out the color. It was intense, it made me feel like this was serious business, and if I didn't obey, I'd get more of this. He stepped back, opened my ass cheeks, and said, "You have a tight ass, today you're gonna feel good, but you're gonna work on opening it up more, I'll let you know how, yes Sir, " I answered, while he lubed up my ass. My heart was racing, I couldn't believe what was happening, he was going to take what was his. I was tied up, exposed, with no chance of defense, and no strength to do anything. The punishment had left me simply surrendered. He put on a condom, took me by the hair, and whispered in my ear, "Now it's time, slut, you're gonna feel a man inside you." He put his dick on my crack, got comfortable, and penetrated me all the way in one go. I yelled, I yelled loud, my hands were gripping the table. He stayed still, my ass was throbbing, and I could feel his hard, hot dick inside me. It was done, I was his, I knew this was just the beginning...

The day I proposed to my brother Alex that we try anal sex, I claimed to be a virgin, and he confessed that he had never tried it before. We followed a gradual plan to minimize the pain for me. I told him that a friend of mine, Mariloli, had recommended it, claiming to be an experienced anal sex addict. My brother eventually found out that I wasn't as addicted as my friend, but I had been receiving it from behind for a year. This plan was just a way for me to mess with him, to make him suffer as payback for something he had done to me days earlier. We ended up even, and we smoked a peace pipe together. Since then, anal sex has become another way for my brother and me to enjoy each other. A couple of days later, I confessed to my brother that Mariloli was real, but her name was actually Sonia. He didn't know her because she wasn't part of my usual group of friends. I told him that she was a classmate at the university, 22 years old and from Tarragona like us, and I invited her to come swimming at our house that same afternoon, along with the other girls. I introduced her to everyone when we were all in our tops, and poor Alex was mesmerized. At one point, Alex pulled me aside and confessed that he had a crush on Sonia, and he loved her small tits and her slightly curvy but proportional ass. He even said that he was having a hard time hiding his desire to fuck her right there and then. Apart from her sexual aspects, he thought she was cute, and he loved the light blue highlights in her long, brown hair. Later that night, I told my brother something that left him speechless. "As it turns out, Sonia is a rich girl from a good family. In her first year at the university, she looked down on me because she knew that my mom is Mexican and my dad is Spanish. But then she changed in her second year, and now she goes around acting like a goth, I think it's a way of rebelling, and we became good friends." "Damn, with her looks and her aesthetic preferences, added to the fact that she's a total slut, my desire to fuck her is even stronger, " he said, admiring and nervous. I laughed because his response was appropriate for what was to come. I told him that she was also interested in him, and that she had just as many desires. Poor Alex was shocked, amazed when I added that I wanted him to fuck her, and even more amazed when I said that I wanted to watch him fuck her in the ass. Alex burst out laughing, and there was no way to shut him up. For a moment, I thought I would have to take him to the emergency room. When he finally calmed down, he called me a matchmaker, a pimp, and worst of all, a liar and a manipulator. He couldn't believe that I would throw him between my friend's legs and behind her. His final conclusion was that I was just messing with him. However, to see what would happen, he put me in charge of the planning, but he had one condition: "You have to tell Sonia that I'm a particular kind of guy, one of those who likes to be in charge and have the girl at his disposal." I was intrigued by the fact that he denied it and then accepted it with that strange condition. Something was on his mind, and I couldn't figure it out. The next night, I told him what I had planned. Sonia would come to our house for lunch on Saturday, taking advantage of the fact that our parents would be out of town for the weekend. Lunch would be a way to break the ice and create a comfortable atmosphere for her. Then, I would leave with the excuse of going to the beach with my friends, and I would sneak up to Alex's room through the back stairs and hide in the closet, where I could see everything through the slatted door. Sonia arrived at 1: 00 PM, dressed in all black with a tight top, mini skirt, and sandals. I also got dressed up, but Alex was as casual as ever, in his swim trunks and flip-flops. I didn't think his outfit was appropriate. Sure, he didn't need to seduce her because she knew what she was there for, but still, he could have made a better impression. I realized that this hadn't crossed his mind when he made his move. "Sonia, tell me something, " Alex said, and we both listened. "Are you as much of a slut as Laura? " he asked as he stuck his bare foot between her legs under the table. Sonia jumped in her seat and noticed it. "I don't understand what you mean, " she replied, trying to hold her ground. Alex pushed his big toe into her pussy, and Sonia jumped again. "I mean, do you like sex as much as Laura does? " "I wouldn't know because I don't have that information, " Sonia murmured, holding her breath as she felt Alex's finger between her pussy lips. "Do you get wet if a guy does stuff to you? " Alex asked again. "If I like what he does, like any other girl, " she murmured. Her vague response and the blush on her cheeks indicated that she had indeed gotten wet. Alex confirmed that his finger had also felt it. Seeing my friend in a tight spot, I asked Alex to help me clear the table and come to the kitchen with me. "If you keep teasing her like this, she's likely to get embarrassed and leave, " I said, questioning him. "Why would she do that? " he asked, indifferent. "She knows what she's here for, and I want to find out how into it she is." We agreed that he would stop teasing her for the rest of the meal, and I would leave them alone afterwards. After lunch, with coffee on the table, Alex said he wanted to have it in the garden. Shocked, we watched as he took off his swim trunks and left them on the back of the chair, picked up his mug, and walked away like it was no big deal. I looked at him with eyes that said "What the fuck are you doing? " but he didn't care and kept walking. Then I suspected that he was up to something. Sonia went out to the garden with Alex ten minutes later, and she sat on a lounge chair next to the one he was using. I watched them from the window of Alex's room. "Let's get one thing straight, " Alex said. "You know why you're here, right? " "Of course, " Sonia replied, looking him in the eyes and then looking at his crotch. "Laura said you were, too." "And she told you that I'm a little peculiar, right? " Sonia nodded, and Alex continued. "I don't want you to think I'm a macho, it's just that I like to know how motivated the girls I have sex with are." Sonia kept looking at his cock and licked her lips when she heard the word "sex." Alex got up from the lounge chair and sat on the edge of hers, facing her. He put his hand between her legs and rubbed several fingers over her panties. "I like girls whose pussies are very tight, " he whispered in her ear. "It's a pleasurable challenge to open them and find out what they're hiding, " he added, putting his index and middle fingers inside her vagina. Sonia moaned a couple of times and bit her lip as Alex fingered her. "Help me take off my top, " she begged, trying to catch her breath. "It has a zipper, and it's hard for me to do it myself." Alex only agreed to lower the zipper, and then he watched as Sonia took off her top like a professional stripper, making Alex even more excited. Then he saw her small, perky breasts, and her hard, pointed nipples looked even more appetizing than before. "Now take off your panties, " he ordered, "and walk very slowly to the corner where the grill is, and stop there without turning around. I want to see you shake your ass while you do it." Alex wanted to make me suffer with uncertainty about what was happening, since I couldn't see that part of the garden from where I was. Alex went to Sonia when she stopped, pressed his hard cock against her ass, and put his hands on her breasts. "I bet many guys have told you that you have a spectacular ass, " he whispered in her ear as he pinched her nipples. "I don't remember how many times they've said it, " she replied between moans. "But now, the only thing that matters is that you think so." Alex had to flex his knees a little to put his cock between her thighs. She moaned when she felt it rubbing against her pussy. "My sister says you like anal sex, " he whispered in her ear. "She didn't tell you a secret, I hope." "I like it a lot, and it's common knowledge among the people who interest me, " she replied between moans. "It would be a secret if we weren't in this situation." Alex was surprised by Sonia's boldness and willingness, but he still needed proof. "Come with me, " he said, taking her hand, and together they went inside the house. I waited by the door of Alex's room, but they took too long to come up. I walked down the hall on tiptoes and reached the balcony at the end of the stairs. The two of them were standing next to the dining table, hugging and making out with each other. They stopped kissing, and Alex forced her to bend over the table with her back and stomach on it, her legs on the floor, and her ass in the air. I was surprised that Alex asked if she had any objections to doing it without a condom. She shook her head and said that she only had unprotected sex with a few guys in her crew that she trusted completely. Alex was so into it that he was already fucking her pussy before she finished explaining. But then he suddenly stopped and watched her as she moved back and forth, more and more insistently, moaning like a bitch in heat. Alex knew then that she was serious and would do whatever he wanted. He got up, opened the drawer with the napkins, took one, rolled it diagonally, and said: "I'm dying to try your spectacular ass, and I'm going to blindfold you. I want to deprive you of your sight so you can focus on what's important. Is that okay with you? " Sonia took a few deep breaths and agreed, whispering repeated "yeses" in a tone that was so exciting that it was hard to believe it was real. Alex put the tip of his cock in her ass and slowly started fucking her. She didn't complain or make a sound of protest, even when he started fucking her harder. "I see that your ass has been opened up quite a bit, " he said as he fucked her. "It seems that Laura was right." "About what? " Sonia asked between moans. "She said that not only do you like anal sex, but you're also a total slut." Sonia giggled and responded openly and without shame. "Since they opened it up for me, about three years ago, I have to admit that I like it more than regular sex." "That's good and good for both of us, " Alex said, smiling from ear to ear. "I'm in the mood today, we have plenty of time, and I plan to fuck your ass until one of us says enough. But first, I want to watch you like this from the armchair." Alex surprised me by not sitting in the armchair, but by taking off his shoes and sneaking up the stairs. He must have suspected that I was spying on them, because he never looked towards my position. He found me behind the corner of the hallway, turned me around, and bent me over with my ass in the air. He lifted my skirt, pulled my panties down a few inches, and ordered me not to make a sound as he fucked my asshole. I didn't say a word, I was surprised and fascinated, sighing softly as he fucked me. "Sonia's ass is a miracle, but I wouldn't trade yours for anything, not even hers, " he whispered, covering my mouth so I couldn't answer him. "I plan to take turns fucking both of you until I'm tired." Now I understood why he had blindfolded the other one. It was a surprise for me, and I enjoyed it for a few minutes. Then he went back to Sonia and started fucking her ass again. She screamed when she felt him inside her unexpectedly. Then she moaned with pleasure as he fucked her. The scene was brutal, and I couldn't help but touch myself. I took off my panties, opened my legs, and started rubbing my clit with my fingers. I didn't take long to have an orgasm, and I felt my pussy juices running down the inside of my thighs. I looked at the others, and Alex was fucking Sonia's pussy. She didn't take long to cum either, moaning like a crazy person as she shook her hair. Both of them were sweating like pigs, and Alex suggested that they take a break to cool off. He told Sonia where the bathroom on the first floor was, and he went to the one on the second floor, saying that he had a special towel for his delicate skin. I had to cover my mouth to stifle my laughter, amazed by such an excuse. Anyway, Alex asked Alexa to play a music playlist, went back upstairs, took my hand, and dragged me to his room. He pushed me onto the bed on my stomach and stretched me out completely. "I don't know where you get all this energy, " I said as he sat on my thighs and started fucking my ass again. "I jerked off around 11: 00 AM, " he confessed as he fucked me. "It's an experiment to last longer, and it seems to be working." And work it did. He kept fucking me and going at it, but just when I was about to cum, that bitch of my friend had to interrupt us. "Be right back, " he said, hearing Sonia call him, and he rushed out. I rolled over on the bed, opened my legs, and had to console myself with my hand again. When I went back to the balcony, I heard Sonia moaning, but I couldn't see either of them. I listened more carefully and found them right below me. Alex had put the armchair there, and Sonia was kneeling on the seat, leaning on the backrest. As for Alex, he was behind her, fucking her hard. I had a clear view of his cock going in and out of her ass. I thought Alex had set it up this way on purpose so I could see it all. Sonia's face was out of my view, but I could only imagine the expression on it based on the little cries she was making. "I only need a double penetration to make this afternoon perfect, " she said, panting with pleasure. "Don't tell me you're into that, too, " Alex said, looking up at me, locking his eyes with mine. For some reason, I got jealous, suspecting where this conversation would lead. Sonia answered like it was nothing. "Every now and then. My friends don't last as long as you, so I turn to two of them when I'm really into it, like I am now." Alex slowed down his thrusts, seemingly very interested in the topic, just as I had feared. "Maybe we can set up a threesome with one of those friends sometime, " he said, not taking his eyes off me. Sonia laughed and said in a slutty tone: "Too bad we can't go back in time, because now there's no way. But hey, if it's you two and him, I'd be all for it." At this point in the story, I couldn't decide if Alex was the biggest asshole in the world or if Sonia was the biggest slut. She had kept this perversion well-hidden. But it got me thinking. I've never done a threesome before, and maybe it's time to give it a try. Sonia's screams announcing that she was cumming brought me back to reality. Alex filled her ass with cum not long after. I knew I had started this whole thing, but I had seen and heard enough. I ran to my room, took my phone, and called my brother. He took a while to answer because he had left his phone on the dining table. "Tell that bitch to fuck off, " I said, pissed off. "Tell her that I'm stuck with my car and you have to pick me up." Alex reluctantly followed my orders, got dressed, and saw Sonia off at the door. He said he would be a while because he had to get the car out of the garage. "What the fuck was that about, saying you want to fuck Sonia with two or three guys? " I asked when he came back. "It was just something I said, " he replied, shrug "Well, I hope it's true, " I said, calming down a bit. "Because I have a feeling that before you fuck her with someone else, or with others, I'd rather you think of someone who might like me, but who doesn't know we're siblings. You know what, Alex? I've got this crazy urge to try a threesome." Alex laughed in my face, but he agreed to give me what I wanted.

Last Friday, on my 22nd birthday, something more remarkable happened than the event itself. I woke up early in the morning, and my brother Alex came into my room, sat on my stomach, held my hands, and forced them above my head. For a moment, I thought he was horny and wanted to fuck me, but I was wrong. "Do you remember what you asked me the other day when that thing happened with Sonia? " he asked, adding a hint of intrigue. I remembered that I had egged him on to fuck my friend, excited to watch them from a hidden spot. At one point, Sonia suggested they do it again, but this time with a threesome, including another guy. Somehow, my brain must have short-circuited, because I insisted that he find a guy of my liking, who didn't know we were siblings, and that the threesome would be with me, not her. "Don't tell me you've already found someone, " I said, a bit nervous. Alex nodded. "I asked a university buddy who doesn't know you, and he said he's down for it. He's 29, and I think you'll like him. His name is Sergio." I was thoughtful. The proposal excited me, but it also raised some doubts, especially one. "Do you think we can and should trust him? " At first, Alex wasn't sure, but something convinced him. Sergio told him that he's familiar with these kinds of situations, but he believes that a threesome can be disastrous, especially if we don't have a certain trust between us. According to his words, men are more embarrassed about themselves than about us. He suggested trying it out with a friend of his as an experiment, and it went well. I accepted, waiting for more instructions. I got them when I woke up from my nap. At the foot of the bed, I found several black garments: a leather top and miniskirt set, a lace bra and thong, stockings, and sandals. There was also a note that said: "The outfit is a gift. Wear it and be at the address below at 9: 00 PM." Again, doubts assailed me, including how he knew my measurements since it fit me perfectly. Anyway, I liked it, but I worried that people would take me for a slut if they saw me like this on the street. I noticed the first stares on the bus and from the bus stop to the meeting place, a bustling café in the center of the city. My brother and the other guy were waiting for me on the terrace. The first impression was fantastic. Sergio is tall, athletic, and his handsome face is a scandal. My knees trembled when he stood up. I still couldn't believe that such a stud would fuck me with my brother. He was also very confident and assertive. During the introductions, instead of the usual two kisses, he kissed me on the lips, took my hand, raised it in the air, and made me spin like a ballet dancer. "You look stunning like that. Just as I imagined you, " he said in my ear, hugging me from behind. "I want you to tell me how you felt coming here." "First, I want to thank you for the outfit. I love it, but I confess that I felt ridiculous, convinced that everyone thought I was a whore, " I murmured shyly. "Then, I didn't care, and the ridiculousness turned into excitement. Now, seeing how everyone looks at me, I'm so horny that I think I've soaked my panties." Sergio took my hand and asked me to follow him. We entered the café and he took me to what seemed like a storage room. I suspected he had an arrangement with the employees, as no one stopped us. "Indeed, they're wet, " he said, kissing my neck and touching me with his right hand. He pulled my panties down, and I lifted my feet to let them go when they reached my ankles. Sergio was moving too fast, but I couldn't refuse by much. "Someone might catch us and kick us out of here, " I said, trying to discourage him. "Don't worry, " he replied, fingering my pussy with his fingers. "The business is mine, co-owned with a partner." Instinctively, I bent my knees and opened my legs to let him finger-fuck me. The pleasure was indescribable, but I wanted more. I unzipped his pants and took out his cock. It wasn't enormous, but it seemed huge to me. I begged him to fuck me, but his plans were different. "You're an impulsive girl, " he said, sounding fatherly. "But you must be patient. First, I want to know if you're into intense experiences and if you're willing to let us guide you. Decides what you decide, nothing will happen that you don't want." I didn't know if it was his words, the way he said them, or the sudden orgasm that took over me, but I accepted both propositions. I still wonder if he planned it or if it was a spontaneous decision. At that moment, I didn't care, and I watched as he picked up my panties, sniffed them like a pervert, and put them in his pocket. We went back to join my brother, and I waited with him on the terrace while Sergio went to get his car. I told my brother what had happened, and I added that Sergio seemed a bit weird. My brother laughed, confirming that he was a bit peculiar, but he knew what he was doing. Just then, a convertible stopped in front of us. Sergio was driving, looked at me, and gestured for me to open my legs. I was without panties, and until then, I had tried to hide my privates from the rest of the people. I gave in to his whim and opened my legs slightly. It seemed enough for Sergio, who laughed and clapped. We drove to a beautiful house in an exclusive gated community outside the city. As soon as we entered the garage, we got out of the car, and Sergio opened a door and turned on the lights. "This can't be real, " I exclaimed, looking at the dungeon-like room filled with various structures and devices, including a Saint Andrew's cross, a double bench, a wooden structure with several holes that Alex called a stocks, an unusual wooden table, a horse-shaped rack, a large bed, and a shower and bathroom area. The most unsettling part was that all these structures had several rings attached to them. I asked my brother again if Sergio was trustworthy. That display of means seemed excessive for having sex with them. My brother took my hands, looked me straight in the eyes, and assured me that he would take care of me, repeating what Sergio had said in the storage room: that we wouldn't do anything I didn't want to do. He also pointed out that there were no whips, flogs, or any device meant to cause pain or damage. My knees wobbled again, this time due to the desire to surrender to them, hoping that my wish to participate in a threesome would come true. Slowly, I undressed until only the garter belt and stockings were left. "I guess they wanted me to wear this and not take it off, like it's part of the atmosphere, " I said, collecting my hair into a ponytail. Both of them nodded, smiling like mischievous kids. Then I thought that I should behave like a slut, since they had dressed me like one. With this idea, I looked around, observing those structures carefully, trying to decide which one to use. Finally, I chose the double bench, approached it, knelt on the lower one, and rested my arms on the wider upper one. In this position, I called my brother with a gesture of my finger. "Fuck me for now only in the pussy, " I said when he started undressing behind me. "I need to see if I can handle Sergio's cock in my ass." My brother began to fuck me slowly, pulling his cock out almost completely every two or three penetrations. He knows how much I love feeling the head push through my tightness. Moaning in pleasure and with my eyes half-closed, I looked to my left and saw Sergio touching his crotch through his pants. I had avoided sucking their cocks before, which is expected in these situations, intending to do it while one of them was fucking me. I called him with my finger, and he approached slowly, as if he were a king and I his concubine. I gave him the satisfaction of sucking his cock, but I could only take about half of it. Finally, I limited myself to sucking it, taking advantage of the thrusts my brother was giving me. "Take off your clothes and fuck me in the pussy, " I begged between moans. "I can't get the idea of fucking you out of my head since we were in the storage room." Sergio smiled, but unexpectedly, he walked away, opened the drawer of a cabinet, and returned with several condoms in his hand. "I think we can trust each other, " I said, frowning, looking for an explanation in his eyes. He smiled again, leaned down, and whispered something in my ear that left me speechless: "One day, I'll fuck you bare, whenever you want and however you want, but only if you accept to be my girlfriend." What a fucking asshole he turned out to be. It was inconceivable that such an ego could fit in one person. I didn't respond, and I watched as he put on a condom. Then he pushed my brother aside, placed the head of his cock between my pussy lips, and remained motionless. I took matters into my own hands and pushed myself back onto his cock. If I already loved it when Alex opened my pussy several times, doing it myself with Sergio's cock was heaven. The interesting thing is that Sergio didn't show any caprices again, he only wanted to find out how deep I could take him. It was logical considering the length of his weapon. With this information in mind, he grabbed my ass with both hands and started fucking me like a possessed man. "I don't understand why you're so obsessed with me being your girlfriend, " I said, panting like a slut. "I'm much younger than you, and I'm sure many girls would accept without blinking." Sergio laughed and slowed down his thrusts. My brother, silent until then, converted into a mere spectator, put his cock in front of my nose and forced my lips to take it. I only limited myself to letting him fuck my mouth, concentrating solely on Sergio's response. "What are we supposedly looking for? " I asked, licking my brother's cock. Sergio stopped fucking me, leaned against my back, and whispered something in my ear that left me frozen: "It doesn't matter to me. I don't judge it because it's fucking awesome, but you fuck daily with your brother, now with me in front of him, which means you don't want commitment, you just want to have fun, just like me. Being my girlfriend means you can fuck whoever you want, because I'm sure you'd tell me, and that's what matters, the trust." After catching my breath and resting, I had a talk with Sergio about how he knew Alex and I were siblings. He confirmed that he didn't know from Alex and I felt relieved. He simply pointed out our obvious facial similarities, something not many people notice, but mothers tend to pay more attention to details. I cleared this up and brought up Sergio's unexpected proposal again. I approached it rationally, saying that in other circumstances, I would have accepted without hesitation. Only an idiot would reject a guy like Sergio. He's not just attractive, but also seems genuine and confident, which I value above all. His liberal views on relationships also encouraged me to accept his proposal, but I had to do it with some indifference to hide my eagerness. "If I accept, will you fuck me bare right now? " I asked, and Sergio nodded. I took a couple of seconds and asked another question. "And do you swear that there will never be any drama, and I'll be free to do whatever I want and with whoever I want? You know I had a jealous and possessive boyfriend before, and I hate that." Sergio agreed without any objections, offered me his hand to help me up, and suggested we fuck on the horse-shaped rack. That's what caught my attention as soon as I saw it. Despite not needing explanations, since its purpose was obvious, Sergio told me to sit on it with my ass on the edge, legs hanging on the sides, and pushed my back to rest on the crossbar. The position wasn't exactly comfortable, but as soon as he slid into my pussy and started fucking me, everything else faded away. We were like that when Alex returned with the beers, looked surprised, and joked about seeing that Sergio wasn't using a condom. "I see things are moving at a rapid pace. I also see that I'm out of the game now. I don't know if I'd dare to fuck with a friend's girlfriend, " he said, laughing. I wasn't in the mood for jokes, I was just moaning and screaming with each thrust. "This isn't up to me, " Sergio said between pants. "Try to put your cock in her mouth. I don't think the little slut will mind." "I'd love to get up and give you both a piece of my mind for being macho assholes, " I said between moans. "But I won't because this feels too good. Also, because I have a dry mouth from all the moaning." Alex knelt down and tried to give me some beer, but it was difficult with me being tied up like that. The cold beer felt amazing in my throat, and I begged him to put his cock in my mouth. "Do you remember the day you fucked me while I was tied to the bench at home? " Alex asked, surprising everyone. I nodded. "I remember that you liked it, and I wonder if you want to try it now. I think this is the right place and the right time." I had seen this coming from the moment I saw all the rings on the walls. I had thought about it since then. In other circumstances, I would have said no for sure, but with my brother there, I felt safe. Sergio stopped fucking me as soon as I accepted, laughed, and said: "I didn't expect this from you, my dear Laura. You're truly a pleasant surprise. You're the only one who accepted the first time." I didn't know what to say. I felt embarrassed knowing that I was the kinkiest one who had stepped foot in that place. That's the conclusion I drew from his last comment. I didn't pay much attention as I watched Alex meticulously tie my legs and arms. Sergio didn't do anything to help. Motionless, he just kept his cock inside my pussy. "I'd like to know what advantage there is in fucking me while tied up if I can do it freely without needing to, " I asked when I was deprived of movement. "It doesn't matter to me, " Sergio assured me while he kept fucking me. "Almost all the girls who tried it, at first took it as a macho act. Then, most of them said that the instinctive desire to move and not being able to, increases desire and reflects on more pleasure." The explanation was a bit convoluted and artificial for my taste, but I found it made sense when I had my brother's cock in my mouth. Several times, I tried to grab it with my hand, but of course, I couldn't. The same thing happened when Sergio was making me feel great by fucking my pussy, and I tried to move my ass to accompany his movements. They switched places after a while. I was on the verge of another orgasm, and my brother didn't take long to give it to me. I became another statistic of those who prefer this practice. I was completely relaxed, like an inert doll submitted to the sexual depravity of two highly motivated studs. I regained my strength a few minutes later when they proposed another challenge that didn't involve being tied up, but was similar in some ways. They untied me and invited me to follow them. It was the stocks. They moved it away from the wall, Sergio placed a square, padded bench of about a meter on each side next to it. They asked me to kneel, lowered the stocks' height, opened it, and I placed my hands on the sides and my head in the middle, then they closed it, and I was trapped in a posture similar to a dog. I smiled, feeling like a medieval criminal exposed to the public to be pelted with fruits and vegetables. "I want to fuck you in the ass, " Alex said without holding back, not caring if the other guy heard. I shivered at the thought that Sergio might also want to. It was a possibility I had considered since the beginning, but I had postponed the decision, and now I found myself in a difficult predicament of either enduring it or looking bad. The thing is, I wanted it and went for honesty, thinking that sooner or later, I'd have to give Sergio my asshole. "There's no problem with me, Alex, but I need help if Sergio wants it too, " I said, looking at the floor, feeling a bit embarrassed and avoiding eye contact with Sergio. "Also, I prefer if you both put on condoms, as many as you need. I don't want to taste what comes out of the ass." "We can take it slow, " Sergio said in an incredibly sweet tone. "I have several products that work miracles. Don't worry about condoms, I have plenty." I accepted the proposal, Alex put on a condom, and started fucking my ass while the other one looked for the promised stuff. He came with several bottles, put them on a chair, and put his cock in front of my mouth. I opened it, and he started fucking it, but I couldn't do anything to help while tied up like that. I was in the middle of things, enjoying my brother's ass fucking, strangely excited because Sergio seemed eager to sodomize me. And the moment arrived. He took Alex's place, lubed my asshole generously, and got ready to sodomize me. I understood that my brother had dilated me enough, because I barely yelped when Sergio pushed the head in. I encouraged him to go deeper, but not more than half. It's amazing how the human brain works. I had been so afraid of this, but now, moaning in pleasure like a pig, I was begging for a good ass fucking without any reservations. I was on the verge of another orgasm, and I asked my brother to untie my right hand. He did, and I dedicated it to playing with my pussy while being ass fucked. The orgasm was record-breaking in duration and intensity. Now, what stood out about this sexual marathon was that they switched places regularly. This prevented one or both of them from cumming prematurely, and it was decisive because they seemed insatiable. They fucked my ass for no less than half an hour. I never would have imagined that my asshole would hold up so well with proper lubrication. Now, it was time for them to get their turn. Alex chose to cum in my ass, nothing new for me. On the other hand, Sergio preferred to cum in my pussy. I understood that he didn't want to fuck where another guy had already cum. We ended the night at around 2 AM, a bit tipsy from all the toasting for my birthday. Sergio insisted that we stay to sleep. I slept with him right there, and my brother in the guest room. What happened when we woke up is worth telling, but that's a story for another time. The moral of the story is that fate is a bit of a jerk. You never know what's coming your way, and you have to seize the opportunities when they present themselves. I did that by accepting a risky opportunity that many would kill for. I can assure you that it was one of the best decisions I've made so far. Sergio is not just a pretty face and a hot body, he's also sensitive and romantic, in his own way, but his perversions are what really turn me on. I suspect that with him, I'm becoming a sex addict, and that's something that keeps me floating on a cloud.

While I smoked, I watched Claudia pamper Marlies' plum with her tongue. Claudia pressed her head firmly into her friend's crotch and pushed her tongue deep into her wet fuck canal. Marlies moaned and got louder when I put an arm around her shoulder and put a hand on one of her tits to squeeze them lightly. I felt the hard nipple in the palm of my hand. Marlies orgasmed just before I came up for air. She screamed out her lust. "Yes, lick me, deeper, stick your tongue deeper into my hole, lick my clit, oh I'm wet, oh I'm horny, " etc. etc. Marlies was so loud that the neighbors just had to hear it. Her whole body twitched as she came and when Claudia released herself from her crotch, her whole face was wet with the satisfied woman's pussy juice. I asked Claudia to kiss me. She did, gave me a long French kiss and I tasted Marlie's cunt. In the meantime, Marlies had sat down on the couch and also lit a cigarette. "No Kinders, that's cool, that's nice, " came out of her mouth. We sat on the couch for quite a while, stark naked, the women to my left and right. I had my arms around the women's shoulders and both hands on one tit. Marlies fiddled with my still limp willy and asked Claudia if she thought she could get it hard again, to which Claudia replied in the affirmative. She knew how to hold me because we had often done it together. After we had been fooling around for maybe fifteen minutes and smoked a second cigarette, I felt a certain hunger. I asked if there was anything to eat in the house. "Of course, darling, " Claudia said and asked Marlies to come into the kitchen to make me something. The two of them disappeared into the kitchen naked as piss and I stayed behind in the living room. When my eyes fell on Claudia's panties, I took them and smelled them. It smelled wonderfully of her cunt and I put it in my trouser pocket to wank with it later at home. I already had one of hers, but it was slowly losing its scent. But I had taken it with me without meaning to. When I had fucked Claudia at a petrol station a few weeks ago, I had put it in my jacket after I had taken it off her and later forgot to give it back to her. I hadn't even thought about the panties and found them in my jacket a few days later. Thank God my wife's cunt hadn't found him. That would have been a disaster. While I was thinking about this story and jerking off slightly to get my cock hard again, I heard the two women giggling in the kitchen. After a few minutes, they called me to come and eat. I was surprised, because I assumed they had brought the sandwiches or whatever into the living room, but I got up and went into the kitchen, now stiff again. But there was no one there and before I could say anything, Marlies called out: "We're in the bedroom." So I went into the bedroom and there was a great sight. Both women were lying on the big bed with their legs spread wide apart and I could stare right into their pussies. "Look Marlies, now he's standing again, " Claudia said to Marlies and she replied: "Great, we can do another hot number with him as soon as he's eaten. The two of them giggled again. Only now did I realize that there was nothing to eat in the bedroom, or so I thought. They noticed my astonishment immediately, of course. Marlies reached between them, put a finger in her cunt and pulled something out, put it straight back in and said: "We've made you a fruit salad. Darlings, come and eat." Whew, I was totally gobsmacked. Had the two of them put pieces of fruit in their pussies? I knelt down on the bed, brought my head down and stuck my tongue into Claudia's open cunt. Sure enough, there was fruit in her cunt. "I hope you like the fruit salad like this, " said Marlies and while my tongue was digging into Claudia's cunt and trying to fish out a piece, Claudia added: "You can have cream with it too." She reached next to the bed and suddenly had a spray can of cream in her hand. "You're crazy, you horny women, " I said, "totally crazy, but nice like this." Then I asked them to lie on top of each other so that I didn't always have to slide back and forth while eating. Without hesitation, petite Claudia lay down on top of sturdy Marlies and both pussies lay open and on top of each other in front of me. I took the cream spray and sprayed both pussies with it. "This is going to be a feast, stuffed plum with cream, " I said. They both laughed out loud and wished me a good appetite. Then I got to 'work'. First I licked the cream from the labia of the two women. While I tried to get pieces of fruit out of one or the other cunt with my tongue, I rubbed my hard cock on the mattress. It wasn't so easy to get the pieces of apple, orange and banana, as well as the cherries and grapes out of the pussies with my tongue. Once I had caught a piece, I ate it with relish. When the first pieces were out, the two of them helped me to get the pieces that were deeper in my cunt. They used the muscles of their pussies to push the pieces to the front end of the fuck canal. Marlies wanted to know if I liked it. While my tongue and mouth were emptying the pussies, I had been thinking the whole time how cool it would be if the women would piss now, but I hadn't expressed this wish because I was afraid they might think I was a pervert. But when Marlie asked, I saw my chance to express this wish "through the flower". "Yes, it tastes good, but the fruit could be a bit saltier, " I answered the question. "Saltier? Hey, fruit salad with salt, I've never heard that before, " Marlies replied. "He thinks we should pee while we're doing it, " Claudia said, while my tongue was deep in her cunt and my hands were kneading her tits. "What a piglet, " was Marlies' reply and at the same moment a few drops of her clear urine left her cunt. When I tasted the pee, I immediately pressed my mouth onto Marlies' cunt and she let out a hot, short stream. Then it also came from above. Claudia's piss ran onto my hair. I quickly changed cunt and pressed my mouth onto Claudia's but it was too late, she had already stopped again. "More", I demanded. "Later in the bathroom, okay, we don't want to fuck in a wet bed, " was her answer. I had to be satisfied with that for the time being. So I continued to poke around in her pussy with my tongue. Marlies was now massaging Claudia's tits from below and I had now pushed my hands under Marlies' ass and felt her tight buttocks. I tried to reach her asshole with one finger, but unfortunately I couldn't because the two bodies didn't allow my hands any freedom of movement. After a few minutes, there were still pieces of fruit in the pussies, Claudia asked me to lie on my back. Of course I obeyed immediately and was as eager as a felt bow to see what would follow. Claudia now positioned herself with her lower body over my face, bent far forward, pulled my buttocks and pussy apart and squeezed the remaining fruit out of her cunt. The pieces of fruit fell into my face and onto my upper body. I took them, put them in my mouth and ate. Marlies turned her head towards me and also ate a few pieces which she took directly from my body with her lips. "Fill me up and see if it's all out, " Claudia asked and before I had lifted my arms Marlies was already digging around in my open cunt with one finger. She managed to fish out another piece of banana which she put in my mouth. Then she kissed me and said: "Yummy, eh? ". Now the women changed positions. Marlies went into the 69 position and while she squeezed out the fruit, which landed directly in my open mouth, she sucked my cock. Suddenly, another short but hard stream of piss shot out of her cunt, to rinse it out, she said. Claudia laughed. We kissed each other. "Now we're going to fuck, get the dildos too, Claudia, " Marlies ordered. Claudia got up and went to the bedroom closet. Marlies turned around, pushed my cock into her cunt and started riding it. Her big tits bounced up and down. She played with her cunt muscles like I had never experienced with a woman before. She could squeeze her cunt hard or release it again when the cock needed to go deeper. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them in my hands. Claudia sat down with her legs apart at the head of the bed. I could see her plum in full view. Then she started to work on her clitoris with a vibrator. I took one hand from Marlie's tits and pushed first one and then a second finger into Claudia's fuck hole. She leaned forward. We made out and while she continued to ride my cock, Marlies grabbed another vibrator with which she stimulated her clitoris while we fucked. She screamed out her orgasm again. Her cunt twitched as she came. My cock stood like a one. Claudia had straightened up again. Marlies bent down and we made out. My fingers were still in Claudia's cunt, which was threatening to leak. Marlies got off my cock. "Fuck you now, " she said to her friend. Claudia got into position over my cock. She placed her legs to the right and left of my abdomen, then squatted down, grabbed my hard-on, brought it in front of her fuck hole and let herself slide down until the cock was all the way inside her juicer. She paused for a moment and then started to move her lower body up and down. Claudia actually had the much tighter cunt but since Marlies had pressed so skillfully with her cunt muscles it felt like it was the other way around. Thank God because I didn't want to squirt yet and wanted to savor this wonderful fuck with the two horny women to the last. "Sit on my face, I want to lick you while I fuck you, " I asked Marlies. Of course she immediately complied with my request. I already had my tongue in her hole again. The two women sat face to face, making out with each other and I took the opportunity to lick and fuck the four tits. It was divine. Marlies' cunt tasted totally fucked. Marlies was also sweating a lot and her sweat was dripping onto my body, but that didn't bother me at all. As expected, but suddenly and unexpectedly, Marlies let out a short stream of piss directly into my greedy mouth. I swallowed the urine with relish and then unfortunately waited in vain for a second mouthful. Claudia moaned. In the mirror of the bedroom cupboard I saw that she was working her asshole with the dildo and Marlies was now imitating her. The two of them licked each other incessantly, Claudia fucked my cock and I fucked Marlies' cunt with my tongue and the dildos were stuck in their assholes. At some point Marlies pulled out the dildo and held it in front of my face. Although I recognized a small brown stain from her shit on the tip, I took the dildo in my mouth and sucked on it. It tasted slightly bitter. When it was wet enough, Marlies took it away from me, put it in the back again and my tongue was back in her cunt. "That's so hot in my ass, so hot, " came out of Marlies' mouth and immediately afterwards I noticed that Claudia had ridden herself to orgasm on my cock. She also screamed out her lust: "Ah, I'm cumming, ah, oh, that's great, yes, yes.....". After Claudia had released my cock again, Marlies bent over and took it in her mouth. I was now in the 69 position with her and could see exactly how deep the dildo was in her ass. In this position Marlies could no longer fuck herself in the ass with the dildo, I was all too happy to take over. As Marlies sucked my cock, I suddenly felt Claudia's tongue on my sack as well. The ladies shared my hard-on again and while I continued to pamper Marlies' cunt with my tongue and fuck her ass with the dildo, I felt the juice rising inside me again. I interrupted my cunt licking and shouted: "I'm coming, piss please." Marlies also fulfilled this wish. Just as my sperm shot out, she let out another fat stream of her warm golden shower. I can't remember which mouth I squirted into and I didn't really care. I had a crazy exit, I was shaking with lust. We stayed in this position for a moment. The girls made out with each other, it was good that there was a mirror in the cupboard, because that way I didn't miss it. After we had separated, Claudia said that she had to piss a lot. I reminded her of the promise and the three of us went into the bathroom. Without saying a word, I lay back in the bathtub. Claudia stood on the edge of the tub at my feet and Marlies supported her by putting her hands on Claudia's ass. Claudia pulled her labia apart and at the same moment her hard, yellow stream hit my body. Claudia skillfully moved her abdomen back and forth as she pissed. Sometimes the jet hit my cock, sometimes my chest and sometimes my face. I had my mouth wide open and every now and then, Claudia would spurt her full pipe into me. I swallowed the pee that my mouth could hold. My eyes were burning but I didn't care. While Claudia was pissing on me, she cheered Marlies on: "Yes, piss on the pig. Piss on the horny guy's cock, piss in his face, piss in his mouth, piss, strull him full...." and so on. When Claudia had finished, she shook the last drops out of her cunt and Marlies gave her a kiss on the labia. "You did a good job, sweetie." "Yes, that was really cool, " I confirmed Marlies' statement and asked her to do the same to her friend with the words "Now you, Marlies". "But I don't have much left in me, you've already had almost everything, dear, " Marlies pointed out. "Squat over my mouth and let it all out, " I asked her and added, "Your pee tastes so hot." Marlies climbed into the bath and squatted over my open mouth as requested. She spread her labia with two fingers of her left hand. "Watch out, " I heard her shout and immediately afterwards it dripped out of her pussy. It took a little while and then the drops turned into a small stream. I was able to swallow it all and when Marlies really couldn't get any more out, I sucked the last drops from her labia. I was now deeply satisfied. "Would you like to take a hot shower too? " I asked my two NS donors. "No, you take a shower, I'll do it in the morning, I'm too exhausted now, I just want to sleep, " said Marlies and Claudia agreed. "That's not what I mean, " I explained to them, "I want to know if I should piss on you too? " Unfortunately, the two women didn't want me to, which was a shame because I would have liked to have done that as I also had a huge bladder pressure. Claudia and Marlies disappeared from the bathroom. I now pissed over my own body while lying down and then took a warm shower. After I had dried off, I actually wanted to go into the living room to get dressed, because I wanted to go home now, after all, my wife and children were probably waiting for me full of anxiety. But when I left the bathroom and saw the two women lying naked and cuddled up together in bed through the open bedroom door, I changed my mind. I decided to stay the night and sleep there. Maybe in the morning we would fuck again as a threesome. I crawled into bed with the women and quickly fell asleep. You can find out what happened in the morning in part 3 of the true story.