riverglass9

8 min·Jun 14

After years of wandering overseas, I'd resettled in my small hometown, eager to rebuild ties with family and old friends. My cousin Nathan's wedding was the perfect chance to dive back into the fold, and I found myself dressed up and mingling at his lively reception. That night, I met Nathan's new wife, Lila - a woman whose radiant beauty matched her uncommon name. Her dark eyes sparkled with a quiet intensity, and her smile carried a hint of mischief. As I offered my best wishes to the couple, our brief exchange ignited something unspoken - a flicker of connection that felt both dangerous and inevitable. The reception buzzed with family gossip and laughter, but Lila and I kept stealing glances. There was a magnetic pull, a shared wavelength that made it feel like we'd been confidants for years. During a slow dance, our conversation veered from polite to personal, and I couldn't help but tell her how fortunate Nathan was to have her. Her lips curved into a knowing smile, and she leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear. "Why does Nathan get all the luck? " she murmured. "Come find me after their trip." When the newlyweds returned from their honeymoon, I orchestrated a "chance" encounter at a local café where I knew Lila frequented. She played along, her eyes widening in mock surprise. "Well, look who's here, " she said, her voice teasing. "What's the plan? " "How about a drink? " I offered, testing the waters. She laughed softly, leaning forward. "You didn't track me down for a drink - admit it. Where are we really going? " Her boldness cut through any pretense. We both knew what this was. Without another word, we left the café and headed to a discreet motel just outside town. As we pulled into the lot, Lila slid low in the passenger seat, her laughter muffled as she dodged any prying eyes. Inside the room, we poured two glasses of bourbon over ice, the amber liquid catching the dim light. Lila sipped her drink, her gaze appraising. She'd heard whispers about me from Aunt Marianne, who'd branded me the family's rogue - a man with a trail of broken hearts and late-night stories. Those rumors, she admitted, had stirred her curiosity. She wanted to know if the hype was real. "Show me what all the talk's about, " she challenged, her voice low and playful. I smirked, ego stoked. "Ready to find out? " Her eyes gleamed with anticipation. The air crackled as I undid my belt, letting her see what she'd been wondering about. Her lips parted slightly, her gaze locked on me. "Impressive, " she said, her voice husky. "Nathan's got length, but it's... narrower. And he's all business, no imagination." She reached out, her fingers wrapping around me with a confident grip. Her touch was electric, and she leaned in, her lips and tongue working with a fierce, hungry rhythm that sent a jolt through my entire body. The wet heat of her mouth, the deliberate pressure of her tongue circling the tip, nearly undid me. I groaned, tangling my fingers in her hair, but pulled back just in time, her pout of protest only fueling the fire. We shed our clothes, the urgency building. I explored her body with my hands, my fingers tracing the soft curves of her hips, then dipping lower to tease her. She was already slick, her breath hitching as I stroked her slowly, circling her most sensitive spot with deliberate precision. My lips found her breasts, sucking and nibbling until her nails dug into my shoulders. She arched into me, her moans growing louder, and later, in a breathless whisper, she confessed it was the most intense attention she'd felt in years. Lila's desires spilled out as we caught our breath. Nathan's strict, by-the-book approach to intimacy left her craving more - something raw, unrestrained. "I need you to give me what he won't, " she said, her voice edged with need. "I came here because I've heard you don't hold back. Prove it." Her words were a match to gasoline. I guided her onto the bed, her legs parting eagerly. She was glistening, her body an open invitation. I positioned myself, teasing her entrance with the tip before plunging in with one deep, controlled thrust. Her gasp filled the room, her walls tight and warm around me, pulsing with every slow, deliberate movement. I set a rhythm - hard, steady strokes that made her clutch the sheets, her hips rising to meet each drive. The sound of our bodies colliding, slick and urgent, mingled with her sharp cries. I gripped her thighs, angling deeper, and she shuddered, her pleasure building fast. I wanted to savor her, so I pulled out, guiding myself to her lips. She took me in eagerly, her tongue swirling, tasting herself on me. The sight of her - eyes half-lidded, lips stretched around me - was almost too much. I returned to her core, thrusting again, alternating between her mouth and her heat until she begged, voice raw, for release. I obliged, pushing her over the edge with a relentless pace, her body trembling through multiple waves. My own climax hit hard, a flood of heat as we collapsed together, her birth control our only safety net. Round two was a frenzy. We barely paused, our bodies slick with sweat. I took her from behind, her hips high, my hands gripping her waist as I drove into her with unrestrained force. Each thrust drew a moan, her body rocking back to meet me, the bed creaking under our weight. I spanked her lightly, the sharp sound spurring her on, her skin flushing pink. We pushed each other to the limit, her orgasms outpacing mine, until we were both spent, panting in the tangled sheets. She left for home with my scent still on her, per my whispered request, her panties trapping our secret. Our next meeting was even bolder. We learned each other's triggers - her love for rough nipple play that left her gasping, my weakness for her slow, teasing oral skills that brought me to the brink. Blindfolded and wrists loosely bound, she surrendered to the game, her body quivering under sharp spanks that turned her skin a fiery red. Her curves were a masterpiece, her backside a temptation I couldn't ignore. She'd been hesitant, citing past discomfort and my size, but the restraints tipped the scales. "Go easy, " she whispered, her voice a mix of fear and desire. "Please." I nodded, coating myself with her own arousal for lubrication, wanting her to feel every inch without pain. I pressed against her, slow and steady, her tight resistance giving way bit by bit. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body tensing as I inched deeper, the heat and pressure overwhelming. I paused often, letting her adjust, her soft whimpers guiding my pace. When she finally relaxed, her hips tilted back, urging me on. I moved with care, each thrust deeper, her moans shifting from pain to pleasure. Her hands, bound, gripped the headboard, her body trembling as we found a rhythm. "More, " she gasped, her voice breaking. I gripped her hips, increasing my pace, the sensation of her tightness gripping me pushing me closer to the edge. She cried out, her body shuddering through a climax that pulled me with her. I released, the intensity blinding, staying inside until she signaled she was ready. As I eased out, her body sighed, marked by our connection. A warm rinse soothed her, and she teased me about my "aftercare tips" being a ploy for round three. Our affair burns hot, with fantasies still to explore - maybe a third player down the line. For now, we chase the rush, guilt-free, lost in the thrill of the forbidden. We're thankful to share this tale, hoping it inspires others to embrace their own desires with reckless abandon.

10 min·May 22

It had been a few weeks since that tense dinner with my girlfriend's mother, and I was crashing at Lily's place for the night. We'd spent the evening at a club with friends, the music pulsing through us, and now we were in an Uber, riding a wave of adrenaline and desire. Her mom was home, but her brothers were at their dad's for the weekend, leaving us some freedom. Lily was buzzed from a few cocktails, her laughter loose and her eyes sparkling with mischief, but she was still in control. I'd had a beer or two, just enough to feel warm but fully aware. She pressed close, her breath hot against my ear, promising to drain me dry tonight. I shot back, teasing about finally claiming that one boundary she'd always guarded fiercely. She giggled, shaking her head, saying she'd let me finish where she usually allowed, but that spot? "I'm wild, but not that wild, " she purred, her voice a playful challenge. The driver kept stealing glances in the rearview mirror, so I upped the ante, sliding Lily's dress up her thighs to reveal her sheer black stockings and a glimpse of her red lace panties, the fabric hugging her curves like a second skin. We pulled up to her building, and I tipped the driver as we spilled out, practically sprinting inside. Instead of the elevator, I pulled her into the dimly lit maintenance room by the lobby, the air thick with the hum of electrical panels. The second the door clicked shut, she dropped to her knees, her fingers deftly unzipping me. Her lips were soft but urgent, teasing with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue, her eyes locked on mine as she worked, the faint buzz of the room amplifying the intensity. I pulled her up, spun her around, and tugged her panties aside, pressing myself against her. The angle was tight, her body trembling as I entered her, each thrust deep and rhythmic, her gasps sharp against the concrete walls. She arched back, her hands gripping a pipe for balance, her moans growing louder as I set a relentless pace, her dress bunched around her waist. I was determined to push her limits tonight, craving the one thing she'd always denied me-a prize her mom, with her fuller curves, didn't hold a candle to Lily's toned, perfect rear. I eased back, zipping up with effort, and she whined in protest, her cheeks flushed. Grabbing her wrist, I led her to the elevator. As it hummed toward the tenth floor, I pushed her against the mirrored wall, lifting her dress again. I entered her from behind, her favorite position, her body molding to mine. I hit the stop button, trapping us in the moment, and went deeper, her thighs quivering as I gripped her hips, the mirror reflecting every angle of her pleasure-her parted lips, her half-closed eyes, the way her body rocked with each thrust. L: You're killing me tonight, Jake. The drinks, that joint I shared with Mia, and this-you're making me lose my mind. J: I'm taking all of you tonight - every last bit. L: Not there, you're not. J: I'll find it somewhere else then, huh? L: If I'm not enough, just say it. J: That's mine - one way or another. L: Dream on. I kept going, her reflection in the mirror showing every shudder, my hands firm on her waist as I pushed her to the edge. We reached the tenth floor, and she fumbled with her keys, barely getting the door open before I was on her again, her hand clamped over her mouth to stifle her cries. But as we stumbled into the living room, my blood ran cold. Her mom, Sandra, was on the couch, the TV glowing with a video from weeks ago-me and her, unmistakable, her moans loud and explicit, begging for something Lily had never given. The screen showed every detail, her curves bouncing as I took her in a way that left no question. My body froze, desire crashing to a halt. Lily's scream pierced the air. L: Mom! You're disgusting - how could you?! And you, Jake, with my mom?! You're scum! She swung at me, her hand grazing my cheek as I ducked. She crumpled to the floor, sobbing into her hands. I slammed the door shut. Sandra rushed to her, but Lily pushed her away, tears streaming. Sandra signaled for me to stay put and led Lily to the kitchen. S: Let me get you some chamomile, honey - we'll sort this out. L: You're a liar - I'll never forgive you! Chamomile? I thought, shaking my head. This woman's something else. From the hallway, I caught snippets of muffled cries and sharp accusations. Sandra passed by, heading to her room, and threw me a sly wink, lifting her top just enough to flash me before disappearing. After what felt like an eternity, Sandra returned. "Come in, Jake - we're talking this through." Two empty mugs sat on the counter. Lily's eyes were distant, her anger softened to an eerie calm. Sandra, though, was beaming, her smile almost too bright, like she was high on the chaos. I started to speak, but Sandra pressed a finger to my lips, leaning in to whisper that tonight was about to get unforgettable - for all of us. I mentioned Lily's joint with Mia, and Sandra's grin widened. "Oh, this is going to be a riot, " she said, then knelt right there, her hands quick and confident, reigniting the fire. Lily watched, silent, then joined her, their movements synchronized. Lily tugged Sandra's blouse down, her hands kneading, lips exploring, the air thick with their shared rhythm. S: That's it, sweetheart - take what you need from me. J: Who's giving it up tonight? S: Me, handsome. L: No, I want it too. J: Plenty for both - don't stop. Their mouths worked in tandem, one teasing the tip with slow, swirling licks, the other lower, their tongues brushing against each other, creating a dizzying heat. I guided Sandra to focus on Lily for a moment, letting me lose myself in Sandra's generous curves, my lips tracing every inch. L: Hey, save some for me! We moved to Sandra's bedroom, Lily still in her white stockings, the sight driving me wild. We flanked Sandra, each taking a side, our hands and mouths worshipping her. Sandra's fingers danced over Lily, while I explored that forbidden boundary, my touch slow and deliberate. It was a chaotic symphony-hands, lips, and moans blending into a haze of pleasure. J: I'm starting with your mom - you watch. L: Me first, asshole. J: I had you in the maintenance room and the elevator - don't be greedy. S: Take me, but on my side - like Lily loves. I positioned Sandra on her side, teasing her entrance with slow, deliberate strokes, her gasps filling the room as I gripped her hips. I moved with restraint, drawing out her anticipation, her body trembling under my touch, her curves soft and yielding. S: God, Lily, how do you stand this? It's maddening. L: Just wait, Mom - it gets better. I went deeper, her moans rising, one leg lifted high. Lily held it up, ensuring every angle was perfect, her fingers teasing Sandra's most sensitive spot, coaxing gasps and shudders. Sandra's body tensed, then released, her climax rolling through her like a wave. Before she could recover, Lily pushed me onto the bed, straddling me, taking me in with a fierce rhythm, her body moving like she was claiming me back. L: You're screwing my mom? You're not leaving me out, you jerk! I gave her a sharp smack to remind her who was in charge. She rode harder, her moans turning to cries, her nails digging into my chest. J: Sandra, get her ready - tonight's the night. Sandra grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand, her fingers slick as she worked Lily gently, easing her into it. L: Mom, careful - that hurts. S: Relax, baby - you're going to melt soon. L: Like you, you mean? S: Just like me, honey - you're my girl. I took over, positioning Lily at the bed's edge, on all fours. I prepped her carefully, moving slowly, savoring the tightness as I entered her, every inch a victory. Her body tensed, then softened as Sandra's fingers worked below, easing her into pleasure. The room was thick with heat, Lily's gasps blending with Sandra's encouragements. They shifted into a 69, Sandra's tongue alternating between Lily and me, her hands never still. I found a steady rhythm, Lily's moans turning to pleas, and after a long, intense build, she shattered, her body quaking under her mother's touch. I turned to Sandra, positioning her the same way, and went in deep, her curves welcoming me. Lily leaned close, her lips brushing my ear, whispering that her sister was turning 18 in three weeks. "She's curious - wants what we're having, " she teased, her words pushing me to the edge. J: Where's this ending? L: All over my back - let it run down. S: Wait - me first, back and forth. Five deep thrusts, then five elsewhere, alternating with precision. L: I want that too - I'm too far gone to care. S: Easy, honey - it's new for you. L: Take me while I'm this wild. I switched to Lily, alternating fiercely, her screams a mix of pain and ecstasy. L: It's intense - why did I wait so long? S: Blame your prudish grandma - she scared you off. I pushed harder, relentless, until Lily's release hit like a storm, soaking the sheets. I pulled back, letting go, watching it drip down her thighs. Sandra's hands were everywhere, rubbing it in, her fingers working both spots, prolonging Lily's high. S: Feel that, baby? You'll love it next time. They stumbled to the shower, and I collapsed in Lily's bed, spent. It was a night I'd never forget - me, my girlfriend, her mom, crossing lines I'd only dreamed of, and a three-week countdown to her sister's birthday.

8 min·Mar 25

Since the college options in my small hometown were limited, my parents decided to send me to a bigger city to pursue my studies. I was thrilled about the change - I think I really needed it. They arranged for me to live with my dad's brother, Uncle Mark, so I packed my bags and left home to continue my education. When I arrived, everything seemed kind of dull - not what I'd imagined. I ended up staying inside most of the time, watching TV. The house was gorgeous, though - spacious, with a huge backyard that's where it all started. I loved sunbathing in the yard. I'd head out in a tiny bikini, slather on some tanning oil, and sip a soda. That's when I noticed someone watching me - Uncle Mark. He never missed a chance to sneak a peek. At first, I thought he was nuts - his wife, Aunt Lisa, is stunning - but then, with a little mischief on my part, I started to enjoy the attention. I'd leave the bathroom door cracked when I showered, and just knowing he was there got me going. I'd run my hands over my chest, my hips, lathering up slow, lifting a leg so he could see everything. I'd catch him practically drooling out of the corner of my eye, and I loved it. Later, I let him watch me change in the mornings, and honestly, I never worried about Aunt Lisa catching on. After all that teasing, I decided to give him a little treat. I set the stage - door ajar, me sprawled naked on the bed. When I sensed him there, the show began. I spread my legs - I'm completely shaved, not a hair on me - and started touching myself like crazy. One finger, then two, I was so turned on. Then I flipped over, got on all fours, and while still working myself with one hand, I wet a finger with the other and slowly slid it into my back door. It felt amazing - I had an incredible orgasm, collapsed exhausted, and passed out. I kept it up, later with some toys I'd bought online, but it started getting old. One afternoon, while he was spying, I jumped up, flung the door wide, and said, "Come in and help me." I told him he could assist but not touch me. I got on all fours, sticking my rear right up to his face, handed him a toy, and said, "Put it in." He grabbed it and shoved it in fast - it felt so good - and I told him to move it as much as he could. Then I gave him another one for my backside. He went too hard at first, and it hurt, so I turned and said, "Slow down, be gentle." He eased up, working both toys deep inside me. The one in the back went so far it felt like it hit my core, filling me up. After a while, I had an explosive orgasm - I screamed like wild - then pulled him by the arm to the door, kissed his forehead, said goodbye, and shut it. Two days later, I let him in again for the same routine. I liked watching him, then I'd kick him out. Eventually, I followed him and saw him head to his bathroom to finish himself off. The third time, after I'd climaxed, he started for the door, but I said, "Wait." I tossed a pillow at his feet, knelt on it, unzipped his pants, and pulled him out. He was rock-hard and dripping. I flicked my tongue over the tip, tasting him, then took him deep into my throat, feeling him pulse. I went at it like a maniac, then lifted him up and sucked on his balls, one at a time, still stroking him. I teased the tip with my tongue until he twitched - I knew what was coming. I opened wide, and he shot a thick stream right into my mouth. I swallowed what I could, but there was so much he finished on my face and chest. When he was done, I cleaned him off with my mouth, stood up, smiled, kissed his forehead again, said he'd earned it, and walked him out. Sadly, he left for a business trip a few days later, leaving me with Aunt Lisa. She seemed off, so I asked what was wrong. She brushed it off but invited me out with her friends that night. We drank too much, and on the way home, loosened up by the booze, she snapped, "Your uncle's a pig." I asked why. She spilled that he's always pushing her to make dirty videos or have sex with other people - preferably guys - while he watches her go down on them. She asked what I thought. With a sly grin, I said it didn't sound so bad - just experiences, right? Days passed, Uncle Mark came back, and we picked up our games. Then my boyfriend, Jake, called from my hometown, saying he'd visit. I asked my aunt and uncle if he could stay. Uncle Mark wasn't thrilled, but Aunt Lisa said sure, he could use the guest room. When Jake arrived, I told him everything about Uncle Mark - we're super open. He laughed and said Aunt Lisa was hot and he'd love a shot with her. I just shoved him playfully. One afternoon, Jake and I were fooling around in my room when I noticed Uncle Mark watching. I asked Jake if we should invite him in. He said yes without hesitation. I got up, opened the door, and told Uncle Mark to join us. And that's how it happened. Suddenly, I was on the bed, switching between two guys while they groped me all over. I climbed on Uncle Mark, riding him hard, while Jake stood in front of me, letting me work him with my mouth. Then they took turns with me from behind. It was wild - Jake lay down, I rode him, sucking Uncle Mark off, then begged Uncle Mark to take me from behind. He got into position and pushed in slow. Double-teamed, I lost it, coming five times. But it got too intense - I was sore everywhere. I told them to pull out, and like some porn star, I went after them both, letting them cum all over my face, chest, and mouth. Covered in sweat and their mess, I passed out, dead tired, until morning. Next day at breakfast, the three of us just smirked at each other. It was Sunday. Aunt Lisa said she was visiting family and would be back later. Jake and Uncle Mark plopped on the couch with beers to watch football. I went out to sunbathe like usual. When I came back in, still in my bikini, they both grinned at me. I walked over, knelt between them, carefully pulled them out, and started going to town, nice and slow. I was between Uncle Mark's legs when Jake got behind me and slid in. We were mid-action when Uncle Mark's face froze. I turned - Aunt Lisa was standing there, watching. I tried to pull away, but she yelled, "Stay right there! " She stripped down, said, "Excuse me, " and wedged between Uncle Mark's legs, going down on him. Then she told me to help her out. We kept at it for a while. She told Jake to stand, grabbed him, and swallowed him whole, glaring at Uncle Mark, asking if he liked seeing his wife act like a slut. Still sore from the day before, I backed off to a couch alone. Aunt Lisa went wild, devouring both of them. She climbed on the couch, told Jake to take her from behind, and he did - she winced at first, then moved with him. Suddenly, she switched to Uncle Mark, lowering herself onto him, legs spread wide, showing everything. She rode him like a pro, and I couldn't help touching myself watching her. She grabbed Jake, pulled him close, and took them both at once, looking like she'd never done it before. She begged them to cum in her mouth. They pulled out, aimed, and drenched her - she swallowed it all, ravenous, until it was over. Jake went home after that. Aunt Lisa started inviting friends over for her and Uncle Mark - once even five guys plus him. They'd ask me to join sometimes, but I was done. I missed those private afternoons with Uncle Mark.

8 min·Mar 24

I'm Jessica, 27 years old, married, with a curvy figure and a flair for turning heads. I've always been a bit of a tease - dressing in tight skirts and low-cut tops, thriving on the whistles and compliments from guys as I strut by. It's not just vanity; those looks and words make me feel alive, wanted. My husband, Ryan, and I used to have an electric sex life - at least four nights a week, sometimes more. We'd spice things up with adult videos, losing ourselves in the fantasy that we were the ones on screen, wild and uninhibited. Ryan had a solid job as a mechanic until five months ago when the garage downsized, and he was one of the unlucky ones let go. After weeks of dead-end applications, he landed a gig as a traveling sales rep for an auto parts company. Now he's on the road more than he's home. We've always been open-minded - before he lost his job, we'd hit the clubs every weekend. I'd slip into something slinky, and he loved watching me dance with other guys, though it never went further than that. It was our little game. But these days, I'm alone most nights, and my body isn't used to this drought. I've been getting by with a vibrator and too many glasses of cheap rosé. One Friday night, after a long week, I poured myself a drink - then another - stripped down, and fired up a steamy video. The scenes were intense: a gorgeous woman with a chiseled guy who knew exactly what he was doing. I couldn't stop imagining myself in her place, feeling every thrust, every touch. The wine, the pent-up desire, it all hit me hard. I passed out dreaming of it. The next morning, I stumbled into a cold shower, trying to shake off the hangover and the lingering ache between my legs. I spent the day in a daze, doing chores in a tiny tank top and cutoff shorts, no bra, just because I could. By evening, I was restless. I cracked open the rosé again, sank into the couch, and replayed the same video. Big mistake - or maybe not. It lit me up all over again, and this time, I wasn't settling for a toy. I decided to go out and find someone to scratch this itch. I showered, then dolled myself up - a black leather miniskirt that hugged every curve, a plunging red top with no bra or panties underneath, and stilettos that screamed trouble. I teased my hair into wild waves, layered on the makeup, and kept sipping wine until I was buzzed. Around 11 p.m., I grabbed my purse, half-drunk, and hailed a cab. "Take me somewhere fun, " I told the driver, a scruffy guy with a sly grin. He glanced at me in the rearview mirror. "Looking for a good time, huh, sweetheart? " I smirked and nodded. "I know a spot, " he said. "Lots of girls go there to party - and make some cash on the side. I drop 'em off, pick 'em up at closing. I could introduce you to one if you're shy. Trust me, you'll have a blast. You in? " Intrigued, and too tipsy to overthink it, I agreed. "Fine, but pick me up at 3 a.m. sharp, " I said. We pulled up to a sleek, neon-lit club downtown. He told me to wait in the cab, then came back with a girl - Tara, he called her. She was all legs and confidence, with a warm smile. "Hey, this is the newbie I mentioned, " the driver said to her. "Show her the ropes, alright? I'll be back later." Tara winked at me, and we headed inside. The place was dim, pulsing with music, bodies grinding on the dance floor. We grabbed a table, and Tara broke it down for me - this wasn't just a club, it was a high-end escort spot. She explained the rates: dancing, drinks with clients, full-on hookups at the hotel next door. A waiter dropped off free shots, and I downed mine, the buzz mixing with a thrill I hadn't expected. I was already wound up, and this? This was gasoline on the fire. Two guys approached us - tall, sharp-dressed, and dripping charm. Tara negotiated a dance fee, and we hit the floor. My guy, Jake, pulled me close, his hands firm on my hips, his breath hot on my neck. "You're smoking hot, " he murmured, sliding his hands lower, cupping my ass. I didn't pull away - I leaned into it, heat pooling inside me. We danced through a few songs, then rejoined Tara and her guy at the table. More drinks, more flirting, Jake's fingers grazing my thighs, his lips brushing my ear. I was gone. "Wanna take this to the hotel? " Tara's guy asked, eyeing us both. She glanced at me - I nodded, heart pounding. She named a price, they paid up, settled our tab at the bar, and we were out the door. The hotel was steps away. Tara booked a room for four, grabbed condoms and lube, and we piled in. Jake didn't waste time - he tugged off my top, shed his clothes, and led me to the bed. Tara and her guy sprawled on the couch, sipping drinks, watching us. Jake peeled off his boxers, revealing a thick, impressive cock that made my eyes widen. He rolled on a condom, squeezed lube onto himself, then grinned. "Spread 'em, babe." I obeyed, lifting my legs as he slicked me up, his fingers sending shocks through me. He climbed on top, teasing my entrance with the tip, kissing my neck, my chest. Then he pushed in - slow at first, stretching me wide. I gasped, gripping the sheets as he filled me, inch by inch. It was overwhelming, delicious. He hit a spot deep inside that sent me over the edge, my first orgasm ripping through me. "God, Jake, that's so good, " I moaned. "You like it, huh, you little slut? " he teased, thrusting harder. "Love it, " I panted, lost in it. Two more waves crashed over me before he growled, "On your knees." He pulled out, leaving me empty, aching. I flipped over, ass up, and he kneaded my hips, my skin prickling under his touch. Then I felt his fingers - slick with lube - circling my ass, dipping inside. I shivered, pushing back as he slid into me again, fucking me deep while working my ass with his hand. "Look at you, loving this dick, " he said, voice rough. "Yeah, I do, " I shot back, owning it. "I'm your dirty girl tonight." That set him off. His pace quickened, his grunts growing primal. I clenched around him, rocking my hips, and we came together - a messy, shuddering explosion. We collapsed, panting, and Tara's voice cut through: "Holy shit, you two! That was insane! " She and her guy took the bed next, and Jake and I hit the shower. Soap turned to groping, and he bent me over, taking me again under the spray. Back in the room, we watched Tara finish with her client, then dressed and stumbled back to the club. Over a final drink, she grinned. "Not bad for your first night, huh? Being a slut's kinda fun, right? " I laughed. "Yeah, it was a rush. But I'm not coming back - this was a one-time thing. Thanks for having my back, though." We swapped numbers, and I told her I'm married - "Be discreet if you call." The cabbie was waiting at 3 a.m., smirking as I climbed in. "Have fun? " he asked. "Too much, " I said. "But keep it quiet - this was just a fling." He nodded, slipping me his card. "Call me if you need another ride, sexy." I got home, crashed, and woke up sore, satisfied, and - for now - done with adventures.

9 min·Jan 5

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.

14 min·Jan 4·The Unseen Attraction · Part 1

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.

7 min·Oct 12

Just a few weeks ago, this chair was simply a beautiful old Bauhaus designer piece - simple, timeless and definitely not part of my erotic fantasies. Now it stands there and innocently invites me to sit down. But it no longer deceives me, I now know what it really has to offer... And I want you to know too. But allow me to take a brief look back at how it all began and took its course. In the beginning - as so often - there was an end. In this case, the end of a seven-year relationship. A good four years with a marriage certificate and a good two years without sex. The official end and my husband moving out were actually a relief - it gave me another chance to finally realize myself sexually at the age of 42. I had been aware of my submissive streak for many years and had found a partner in my husband who liked it, but unfortunately wasn't dominant enough to demand it. In short, I took a very targeted approach this time and thanks to the internet, you can at least roughly pre-sort the frogs. But since there's no guarantee of a prince here either, it took a few months and a few more or less good dates before the right one showed up on my doorstep. Even his profile on the WWW was, at least for me, very different from the others. Just reading it made my head click and my stomach tingle. Somehow I sensed that this wasn't just about good sex, but really about dominance - and that starts in my head. It's been two months now and since then I've finally been educated to become a "servant of lust". In the following part, I would like to share a little of my pleasure and my suffering with you - and that brings us back to the chair in my bedroom. When my master took the chair from the living room upstairs to the bedroom one evening after dinner, I was surprised but didn't think anything of it. My bedroom is a large room with a dark wooden floor, elegant baroque wallpaper and a collection of beautiful old furniture. The atmosphere is reminiscent of a high-class brothel, just the thing for long, lustful evenings. First, my master made himself comfortable on the chair. I was allowed to undress for him and show him my body. I always like to do that, because I'm a little proud of my slim, well-rounded 167 centimetres. Just undressing made me horny and when he blindfolded me, I was full of anticipation. The blindfold was followed by an elaborate arrangement of ropes around my breasts and neck. The light but constant pressure of the ropes made me even hornier. His invitation to sit on the chair was almost a disappointment. My body wanted sex. But the possibilities of being fucked sitting on a chair are not particularly good. He led me the two steps to the chair, but instead of turning me around so I could sit down, he took my hands and then I felt something wet and cold. Lube. He made me lean forward and brought my palms together until I felt a thick dildo sticking up from the seat of the chair. While I softened the dildo with the lube from my hands, my bottom went cold. My master generously spread another portion of cream on my hot asshole. I started to feel a little queasy and my fears were immediately confirmed. "And now..." he said, "turn around, pull your ass cheeks apart and make yourself comfortable on the artificial cock. " His friendly "You can take your time" didn't make it any easier for me. I love being fucked in the ass. But this XXL dildo wanted to tear me apart. Somehow I managed to take it inside me in its entire length and thickness, although I tried to reduce the pressure inside me a little by resting my arms on the backrests. As you can imagine, this didn't really work with the drilling cock in my ass... Then came more ropes that secured my arms and legs to the backrests and chair legs. Finally, a rope around my stomach and the backrest so that I couldn't escape from my fat tormentor. I was not at all prepared for what came next. My master had pulled a kind of hood over my head. I got enough air through the holes in my nose and mouth, but every time I breathed in, the material stuck more to my face. In addition, my hearing was impaired - and after a few minutes I found it increasingly difficult to tell where my master was. My tension increased... Suddenly there was a light touch on my arm, almost like a caress. The stroking switched from one arm to the other, moving down to my open thighs. I was just starting to relax and enjoy the touch when I was hit on the upper arm. That hurt! My body tensed up and I tried to control the pain by breathing. But then the next blow came and more followed down my arms and along my legs. My body twitched with every stroke - and with every twitch it drove the dildo a little deeper into my backside. As I tried to breathe the pain in and out of me, I quickly developed another problem: I was getting short of air! The accelerated breathing made the mask stick more and more to my face. When I no longer knew whether I should concentrate on the pain or the breathing, it was suddenly over. Relief spread and the tension in my body gradually eased... But suddenly an insane pain shot through my pierced nipples. My head flew back, my back arched and the dildo was so deep inside me that I thought I was going to burst. But the pain in my nipples overrode even this feeling. Then suddenly my master's hand was on my clit, rubbing and massaging it, sliding down into my wet crack... Pleasure spread through me so that I hardly noticed the pain in my nipples because I was so horny. On the contrary, they became part of my pleasure. Until the moment the clamps were released again - the pain was excruciating! But then it was over. My pride wouldn't have been able to withstand the pain much longer. After all the restraints were released, my master took me in his arms. I felt his warmth and the support he gave me. I hope that I was able to give him some pleasure and that he is a little proud of his property.

5 min·Sep 24

Having sex in broad daylight is fun, I'll give you that. You can see everything, it's all right in the palm of your hand. I mean, you're in the palm of your hand. Especially cool to have sex in the light of day, when you have sex for the second time only and you as a fool come to him with shaky hands, slurred tongue, but with a firm commitment to fulfill all the goals set for today, that is, all the positions, caresses, all that you did not have time to try the first time, but you want so much. Pulling your shirt down with shaking hands is difficult, especially since they start shaking even more when he starts helping you. The great thing is that all the shaking goes away exactly the moment your hand goes down on his cock. Not yet at full force ready for battle, but already of a nice size. It's so... it's not rock hard, but it's not a wrinkled clit, it's so nice to hold in your hand. As soon as I touch his cock I'm lightning naked - undressing very quickly without even noticing it. He smiles. He likes it. I like it when he likes it. I kneel down in front of him, a pathetic gesture, but I love seeing, smelling his cock. I kiss it, first the head, then the base, then I cover it all over with kisses, not forgetting his scrotum and his thighs.... those beautiful thighs. I sniff, lick, play with his awesome cock... I try to swallow him whole but I can't, I cough, he leans over and kisses me hard on the lips... and lies down next to me. Right on the carpet. Keep going, he tells me, and I gladly do. My mouth is all over him, I try not to breathe, I try to make him feel good. He helps me with his hands, but I can't get him all the way in my mouth. He lays down at my feet and slowly his tongue approaches my hole, which is already tight. When he touches it, it's like a bolt of lightning runs through my body. From my groin to my palate. I arch my back in a moan and his tongue slips inside, only to slip right out again. And it goes on like this for what seems like forever. All this happens in the daylight, and turning my head on its side I can see his face... he's smiling. "Get up, " he says. "Why, " I say. You wanted to be on top, in charge of everything... - he lies down and puts his legs together to show he's calling me. I don't make myself wait long. My hole is sufficiently lubricated by him, but just in case, he asks me to add more lube. He's lying down. And his cock is standing up. And I sit on him. Not all at once, of course. It's such a wonderful feeling to be in charge the way he penetrates you. Centimeter by centimeter. He pushes my raft inside, squeezing through, giving warmth and heat. Giving a passionate thrill at the very tips of my fingers. The most pleasant sensation is when only his head penetrates inside, spreading my elastic hole. It's also insanely pleasant to feel his pubes with my ass. So the descent is over and we can wrap it up. With the descent and start dancing. And you're good, " he says and makes the first movement inside me. It's not strong, but I almost go crazy. And then another and another. In increasing amplitude. He, warm and steely moves inside like he's at home, but he is at home there. I move my hips to the beat, trying to get into those movements. It's hard because of the fog in front of my eyes from the first thrust. And he's already spread out, almost all the way in... And I cry out every time he's almost out of me. I pull my ass behind him to keep him there. To hold him back. And he stops. A half-second pause and he's back in me, all the way in. And it's like this an infinite number of times until I beg him to stop. I... want to... myself... on... you... - I say confusedly. But he understands. I'm starting to move on my own. Dancing on it. Ride it like a wild horse. I'm already screaming, not moaning... I can't hold back. And that's when he rolls his eyes. I jump off him and at the last moment I manage to cover his cock with my lips, and at exactly the same moment a fountain of cum erupts from him, which falls on my face, on my jacket.... I fall down beside him. But I still want him. again.

4 min·Sep 23

This story is 100% true. It took place in an ordinary provincial town on the banks of the Volga. A little about myself: I am an ordinary eighteen-year-old guy of low height, but athletic build. In my years I terribly wanted sex, was ready to pounce on any woman, and to somehow realize my dream I decided to register on a dating site. In the first days everything went as if sluggish and I already despaired to find a woman, but about two weeks later my proposal interested one woman, we began to c her correspondence. After a while I threw her a photo, where naked on the torso. Apparently she liked my physique, because I do freestyle wrestling... She said we could meet on the weekend and I agreed. To tell you the truth, I was scared, but with all my will in my fist, I went to her second apartment. We met her at the bus stop, and even though she was 43, she looked 35. She was a blonde with a little bit of a pudgy build. When we were in the entrance I couldn't stand it any longer and started stroking her beautiful ass, in response she only smiled. When we got home we had tea, by then she had already changed her clothes. She was wearing a silk nightie. I wanted her very much and my cock was hard, I was waiting for us to have sex, and that moment came. She lay down on the bed completely naked and I started kissing her: first I kissed her neck, then her ears and then her beautiful size 2 breasts. I licked her greedily, sucking on her nipples, soon I wanted more and I slowly moved lower. Spreading her legs I started to lick her pussy, I tried hard to please her, although my cock was still stiff. She was already moving her legs rhythmically, squeezing my head. She asked me to enter her and I did not wait long, quickly putting on a condom. We had sex with her for about an hour, and by the time she came, I had already had my third orgasm. Then we lay on the bed with her and she talked about sex, women, and so on. At the next meeting I asked her to wear stockings, because I was terribly aroused, and she agreed. As usual, after drinking tea, we went to the bed. I started with slow caresses from her neck to her heels. I licked her salty-sour pussy for about five minutes and entered her. I had to say it was something, I had cum several times and she couldn't cum, she kept wanting and wanting. We had sex in the missionary position (when the legs are spread and the man is on top) and I began to move rapidly like a piston in a car, increasing and increasing speed. Finally she cummed and I collapsed exhausted on the bed, she thanked me for this sex. Soon I still went to her, but having experienced little satisfaction decide on the fulfillment of my hidden fantasies. Lately I like BDSM (submission and humiliation) I want to tell her about my dreams and make them come true: When I come to her house I want to fall on my knees and lick her feet, so that my Mistress calls me dirty words and humiliates me.

10 min·Sep 9

We had been dating for about a year and a half, we experienced many things and this is the first time that Moni let me into her little ass. At that time my parents had a country house where I organized parties very often with my friends, one weekend we organized buying wine, beer, meat, fruit, etc. and we had a lot of fun, we played cards, dominoes, bottle and many other things. That outing was very special because some things happened that were different from other outings, this happened one Saturday in December 1996, we were talking and burning chocolates in a bonfire in the garden of the house, I remember it was very cold and we were drinking tequila, a friend told jokes and as someone felt tired or half drunk he would go to bed in one of the two bedrooms that were in the house. The house was small but very nice, it had a bathroom, living room, kitchen and two bedrooms with bunk beds, when the rooms were full those who could not find a bed slept in the living room. The party continued and at about 2: 00 in the morning Moni told me that she was very tired and went to bed, she told me "I'll wait for you in bed", she kissed me and went into the house, some girls had already gone to bed before and most of the men were still talking and drinking. In total there were 7 couples and some friends who were alone so there were not enough beds. After a while of drinking I was feeling quite tired and I left my friends in the garden without showing any desire to finish the party, I got to the bedroom and saw some friends who were already asleep in the bunk beds downstairs, it was very dark until I saw that Moni was on top and I took off my shoes without making noise. I lay down next to Moni and she woke up. She kissed me and said: -I'm so glad you're here now. We lay down in a spoon shape and started talking very quietly so as not to wake my friends. Moni started to hit me with her beautiful buttocks and I started to kiss her neck, little by little we started to get very hot, Moni giving me her back to me, she hit my buttocks and put my hands on her tits so I could rub her nipples, my cock was standing up and Moni touched it with her hand, We were like that for a few minutes until I told Moni to help me with her pants because I was going to give her cock, she responded by taking off her pajamas as she could and handed me her panties, I put them in a bag of my jeans, lowered my pants to my knees and as I could I put on a condom that I had in my wallet to get ready to fuck my wife. Moni already had her pussy totally wet and she was anxious for me to penetrate her, at that moment we heard someone enter the room and we had to pretend to be asleep. A friend of mine was looking for his girlfriend and it was the girl who was in the bunk below us. My friend woke up and we could hear them talking. She was saying we were all asleep and I while I was lusting after Moni who was already asking me to put it in her. I could hear when my friend lay down and after a few minutes and to our surprise we heard Marisela who started to moan very low and the bunk started to move very slowly. I only heard "haaa" very slowly and I couldn't believe it, they were fucking Mari on the bottom bunk! that made us super horny, Moni noticed and slapped me with her buttocks, I didn't think about it anymore and I started to give Moni cock, she was bathed in flow, it didn't cost me any work to penetrate her and I could hear my wife's moans and my friend's moans in the distance. We were still spooning so as not to move the bed too much, but my friends, no matter how hard they tried to hide it, were making more noise. Moni was grabbing my balls and I felt them all shaking, she was groping my wife's thighs and very slowly whispering to me not to stop because her come was coming. Suddenly we heard my friend moan more agitated as I think she was coming and then she stopped moving the bed. Moni was still in the middle of her coming and whispered "Don't stop! I was happy with the fuck my wife was giving me and she started squeezing my arms, very hard, as a sign that she was coming. I didn't have time to come because Moni was so wet that I felt almost no friction and I began to hug her, kissing her neck. Moni stopped wiggling and even though she had already come I could still feel her very hot. We continued with tender kisses and I was still inside her pussy, Moni started to stick again and started to give herself cock again, I was ecstatic and wanted to have an orgasm on her buttocks. Our friends had already finished their fucking and we didn't have for when. After a few minutes in the same position Moni was so horny that she told me to fuck her asshole!!!!! She had never let me fuck her in the ass because every time we tried to do it I hurt her and I was happy. I took out my cock and Moni took off my condom, she guided the head of my cock with her hand and pointed it to her asshole, Moni was so wet that her asshole was wet so I took the opportunity to place myself in her asshole and she was sticking so I could penetrate her, I just stood behind her and she started to put it in slowly, I felt how she opened up and how she squeezed me, Moni moaned very slowly and I asked if it was ok... Moni answered "yes! It hurts a little but it's yummy! " A few minutes later my cock was almost completely inside her asshole, I was happy, the sensation was delicious and from what I could see Moni was enjoying, because of all the pressure her asshole was making me feel I couldn't hold it much, a few minutes later I told Moni that I already felt my milk close, she answered "fill me up! Don't take it out! ". I obeyed and had a delicious orgasm inside Moni. I didn't care if my friends heard us because I think the one who moaned that time was me when I came, we were all sweaty, it was delicious and after a while we fell asleep. In the morning I woke up around 11: 00 a.m. the room was empty and my friends were outside all having breakfast in the garden, Moni was lying on her buttocks towards me and it made me really horny, I woke her up kissing her legs, until I started to suck her pussy and Moni got super horny. She said "now if you fuck me like you like! Moni took off my pants and I grabbed her buttocks, I put a pillow under her ass and she was on her back and I was on top of her with her legs on my shoulders, I started to give her cock very deep, Moni was very wet, I didn't use a condom and I gave her cock fast, Moni was moaning loudly and I was telling her how rich she was.... -Did you like my ass? Do you like it? -said Moni. -Yes, Moni, it's delicious, " I answered, all agitated, "Do you like it when I fuck you in the ass? -Yes, I do! -she said. I was lying on top of Moni moaning loudly and we heard the voice of a friend who came into the house saying "I'm going to the bathroom! What are you guys doing? I heard you two hotties". Moni just pulled a blanket and pretended nothing was wrong, she replied: -we are coming! we just got up! My friend went into the bathroom and we didn't stop fucking. Moni kept telling me: -stick it in me and don't stop, I'm going to come. I couldn't stop, our friend came out of the bathroom and shouted "Keep fucking! " and slammed the door. Moni got on her buttocks on the bed and I already felt my cum close, Moni was screaming and screaming "haaaa! haaaaaa! ", until she came, it didn't take me more than three minutes until I pulled out my cock and came on her buttocks. The room smelled of pure sex, we lay there for a few minutes until we got hungry and caught up with our friends. They were all awake and no one said anything to us. I didn't know when the others went to bed, a friend started telling jokes and we organized some games. Moni then talked to Marisela and she told her that they had heard us fucking, that they had gotten very hot listening to us and that after our fuck, my friend gave Mari cock again, she said that they made a lot of noise but I didn't hear anything because I was so tired. Moni told him that we had also heard her moans and that it turned us on, I would have loved to see my friend when she was being fucked because she was so beautiful but I was satisfied with her moans. We never talked about it again but it was a very cool and unexpected experience, I never planned it and I don't think they did either, alcohol made us a little uninhibited and it was a unique moment. I still see Marisela and sometimes I masturbate remembering her moans.