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11 min·Jun 29

This happened when I was 21 years old. I've been with my girlfriend, Mia, for two and a half years, so I've built a solid bond with her mom, Vanessa. We're close enough that there's a lot of trust between us, almost like family. Mia's gorgeous - not a runway model, but she's got this natural charm that lights up a room. Now, this story is about Vanessa, her mom. She's petite, about 5'4", with creamy, flawless skin and a youthful glow, considering she had her first kid (Mia's older sister) at 17. Vanessa's the kind of woman who doesn't realize how seductive she can be. When she's tidying up the house, she'll bend over to pick something up - completely unaware - and the sight is enough to make your head spin. Her curves are unreal, with hips that flare out in a perfect hourglass and a modest but perky chest. Her skin is so smooth it practically glows, but those hips? They're the star of the show, wide and sculpted, always accentuated by her classy outfits - think fitted blazers, silky blouses that hint at what's underneath, and pencil skirts that stop just short of her knees. Picturing her now sends a shiver down my spine. So, here's what went down. Mia and her sister were off visiting their cousin in Seattle, leaving Vanessa alone at home. Since Mia and I are tight, I've got a key to their place to check in when it's empty, kind of like a caretaker deal. It was a Saturday, and I rolled up around 10 a.m. Vanessa was supposed to be at her friend's house all day. I grabbed a soda from the fridge, poked around for snacks, popped some kettle corn, and settled into Vanessa's room to watch a movie on her big-screen TV. After it finished, I wandered into Mia's room for my usual ritual: rummaging through her and her sister's drawers, indulging in a little private fun, and leaving a "special" mark in Mia's panties because, well, she loves it. I got so caught up I passed out on Mia's bed. Around 5: 30 p.m., I heard the front door creak open. It was Vanessa, back early, wearing this navy-blue suit that hugged every curve - the skirt clinging to her hips like it was painted on. My brain lit up with a wild idea. I scrambled under the bed, but not before leaving a note on the kitchen counter: "Vanessa, checked the place this morning, all good - take care, Jake." From Mia's room, I had a clear view of the living room, and I saw Vanessa read the note, her lips curling into a small smile. She bought it, which got my heart racing. I decided to see how far I could take this. When I heard the shower start, I crept toward the bathroom, my pulse pounding. What I saw next is burned into my memory. Vanessa, her face soft with fatigue, began to undress. She kicked off her navy stilettos, revealing toned calves that flexed with every step. She shrugged off her blazer, exposing a slim waist that contrasted with those jaw-dropping hips. She unclasped a delicate silver necklace, then peeled off her blouse, revealing a lacy, cream-colored bra. I was already losing it. Normally, she's so prim she'd lock the bathroom door, even alone, but - holy hell - she left it wide open. I ducked behind her bed, my body buzzing with adrenaline. She slid off her skirt, and there they were: those glorious, rounded hips, barely contained by high-cut, cream-colored panties with a subtle lace trim. The way the fabric stretched over her curves, dipping slightly to reveal the tops of her thighs, made my breath catch. Her bra unhooked in the front, and when it fell away, her small, rosy nipples stood out against her pale skin, so delicate they blended into the surrounding flesh. I was gripping the carpet, trying to keep myself together. She paused at the mirror, arching her back, pushing out her chest and hips - the classic pre-shower self-check. Then she stepped into the tub, and I cursed silently because my hiding spot gave me no view. I wasn't about to blow my cover. After what felt like forever - maybe 25 minutes - she emerged, wrapped in a towel. My heart sank as she shut the dressing room door, leaving me aching. When she came out, she wore a silky, pale-pink nightgown, loosely tied at the chest. She didn't bother securing the tie, and when she leaned over to towel-dry her hair, one breast slipped free, the soft curve catching the light. I caught a glimpse lower and - damn - no panties. The bathroom light silhouetted her, revealing every line of her body, no underwear in sight. She flopped onto the bed, flipped on the TV, and noticed the movie still in the player - not porn, but it had some steamy moments. "Oh, Jake, " she chuckled, watching a bit whileplan, lying back. I was trembling - part excitement, part terror. As I shifted to slide deeper under the bed, my belt buckle clinked against the floor. I froze, cursing myself. Seconds later, Vanessa's face appeared, her eyes narrowing. "Jake! What are you doing here? I thought you left! What's going on? " I crawled out, stammering apologies, begging her not to tell Mia. "You saw me in the shower, didn't you? " she said, her voice sharp. I nodded, mortified. "Sit, " she said, pointing to the bed. I was a mess, cheeks burning, eyes stinging. "Jake, this is wrong. You know that. What if I'd been... you know..." she said, trailing off. "Touching yourself? " I blurted, instantly wishing I could take it back. She paused, then nodded. "Exactly. A single mom with two daughters has to be careful, set a good example." I could barely mumble responses, my nerves fried. She softened, saying she trusted me. As I sat, she noticed me adjust myself - I was painfully hard. "Jake, what's with you? " she asked, her eyes wide but glinting with something else. I spilled everything: "I'm so sorry, Vanessa, but I've been obsessed with your hips since we met. Your ex was a fool to leave you. I know Mia's going to be just like you, and I'll never leave her." Her expression melted into warmth. "That's sweet, Jake. Mia's lucky." She opened her arms, and I leaned into the hug, my face buried in her chest, her scent overwhelming. I didn't want to let go. Her breathing quickened, mirroring mine. "Jake, we shouldn't..." she whispered. "Please, Vanessa, I want you so bad, " I said, desperate. I kissed her neck, soft and slow, and - unbelievably - she pulled me closer. "Jake, let's make a deal, " she said. "It's been years since I've been with anyone, and, well, my... needs build up sometimes." I nodded, barely breathing. "You can do what I allow, and I won't tell Mia or kick you out. Deal? " I thought it'd be minor, but I'd take anything. "Deal, " I said. "Kiss my neck again, " she said, her voice low. I did, brushing my lips gently along her skin, feeling her pulse race. "Oh, that's good, " she sighed. Emboldened, I kissed her breast through the nightgown, mimicking the slow, teasing rhythm. "Jake, I'm getting too worked up, " she gasped, her voice trembling. "I've got you, " I said, steady but burning inside. "Keep going... kiss it... suck it... oh, it's incredible, " she moaned, her body arching slightly. "What's it feel like? " I asked, my voice husky. "Like sparks shooting straight to my core, " she whispered. "Can I touch your hips? " I asked, desperate. "Yes, but don't stop kissing, " she said. I turned her onto her stomach, my hands trembling as I lifted her nightgown. Those hips - the ones I'd dreamed about - came into view, full and perfect, her skin like silk. Her calves were toned, her thighs thick and inviting, and between them, the faint outline of her swollen lips. I wanted to savor every second, so I kissed her neck, trailing my lips down her spine, her skin so soft it felt unreal. My tongue grazed the small of her back, and as I reached the curve just below her hips, I parted her thighs with my knees. She glanced back, surprised but yielding, her eyes heavy with desire. I paused, staring at her, the sight of her glistening lips between those lush thighs making my head spin. I thought, "This is where Mia came from." I leaned in, my tongue brushing her slowly, teasing her outer folds. She gasped, "Oh, I forgot how good this is... don't stop! " Her hips rocked slightly, urging me on. She rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide. "Does it gross you out? " she asked, vulnerable. "Not even close, " I said, diving back in. My tongue explored her, circling her clit with deliberate, slow strokes, then quickening as she moaned louder, her hands gripping the sheets. "Jake, keep going! " she cried, her body trembling, her hips grinding against my face. I alternated between soft licks and firm pressure, tasting her sweetness, feeling her thighs tense around me. "I'm... I'm close! " she gasped. I focused on her clit, sucking gently, and within seconds, she arched hard, a shudder ripping through her as she cried out, her body pulsing, her breath ragged. I couldn't hold back. I lifted her thighs, positioning her at the bed's edge, her legs draped over my shoulders. I teased her entrance with the tip, her warmth pulling me in. As I slid inside, her tightness gripped me, her hips rocking to meet each slow thrust. My hands roamed, cupping her breasts, my fingers circling her hard nipples. Each movement was deliberate, my hips grinding against hers, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the room. Her moans grew louder, her nails digging into my arms as I picked up the pace, her curves bouncing beneath me. "Harder, Jake, " she begged, and I obliged, driving deeper, her thighs trembling in my grip. We lost ourselves in it, switching positions - her on top, her hips rolling in slow, torturous circles, then me behind her, gripping those perfect hips as she pushed back against me. Each round was more intense, her gasps and my groans blending into a haze of sweat and heat. By 11 p.m., we were spent, our bodies sore after what must've been our fifth or sixth climax. For the last one, we lay side by side, touching ourselves, her fingers moving in rhythm with mine, both of us chasing one final, aching release. It was raw, overwhelming, and left us trembling. We collapsed into each other's arms. "I should head out, " I said, my voice hoarse. "Lock the door, yeah? " she murmured, exhausted. "Got it." She kissed me softly, then, with a playful smirk, kissed lower. As I dressed and headed for the door, she called, "Jake." "Yeah? " "Things are different now, " she said. My stomach dropped, fearing she'd tell Mia. "What do you mean? " I asked, voice shaking. "If you want this to stay between us, you'll come to me whenever I want - any time, any day, no questions." I swallowed hard and grinned. "Deal."

8 min·Jun 24

I was still finding my footing at the marketing firm, a sleek downtown outfit where I'd landed a junior role just a few months ago. At twenty-four, I was the youngest on the team, but my age didn't keep me from meshing with the others - most of the time. My days often stretched late, hunched over spreadsheets and campaign drafts when the office turned into a ghost town. Only a handful of us stayed behind, racing deadlines. Around nine, the cleaning crew arrived - two sisters, both in their twenties. When they hit our floor, my colleagues barely glanced up, their indifference bordering on dismissive. It rubbed me the wrong way, even if they kept things civil. I made it a habit to lend a hand, sliding my chair back to clear space for the vacuum or stacking stray memos off my desk. The younger sister, Mia, was close to my age and usually tackled our open-plan office while her sister, Lena, cleaned the quieter executive suites. I got the sense Mia preferred our area because the empty hallways spooked her a bit. Come December, the firm threw its annual holiday bash in the top-floor event space, all glass walls and city views. The whole crew showed up - partners, managers, grunts like me, and, as a courtesy, the cleaning sisters. The room buzzed with clinking glasses and forced small talk, the hierarchy painfully clear in every handshake and seat choice. By chance, I ended up across from Mia at dinner. We clicked instantly, trading quips and eye-rolls about the stuffy execs, like we were in our own bubble. The party felt like a corporate flowchart - everyone slotted by rank. As the newest hire, I was down at the bottom with Mia and Lena, but I didn't care. Mia's laugh made it worth it. Post-dinner, drinks flowed, and I noticed Mia properly for the first time. She'd traded her usual gray uniform for a crimson dress that hugged her frame, dipping low at the back and grazing her knees with a slit that teased higher. Her dark hair was swept into a loose bun, a few strands framing her sharp, kind eyes. She looked nothing like the woman I saw pushing a mop every night. As the C-suite folks bailed, the vibe loosened. The remaining crowd - us lower-rung types - got rowdy, tossing barbs about the bosses' tacky speeches. Mia and I were tipsy, our banter turning flirty. Soon, we were swaying to the music, her hand brushing my arm, both of us laughing too hard at nothing. A few cocktails deep, we needed air. We slipped out to the rooftop terrace, the city's skyline glittering below. The December chill hit us, and between the booze and the quiet, we gravitated closer. Without a word, our lips met - soft at first, then hungry. Her fingers grazed my belt, tracing me through the fabric, her touch bold and teasing. - You're trouble, aren't you? - I murmured against her ear. She smirked, - Only if you keep up. - Her teeth tugged my earlobe, and I knew Mia was no wallflower - she was fire, and I was all in. My hands found her hips, sliding over the dress to her ass, tight and sculpted, proof she hit the gym hard (a weakness of mine). I felt the thin strap of her panties beneath the fabric and pulled her flush against me, our bodies sparking with friction. She gasped, - God, that's good, - her hands abandoning my belt to grip my shoulders, urging us closer. After some heated whispers and neck kisses, we ducked back inside, sneaking to my cubicle. I shoved aside folders and a keyboard, lifting her onto the desk's edge. Her dress rode up, revealing smooth thighs. I hooked my fingers in her lace panties, sliding them down as she fumbled with my zipper, her touch eager and precise. - Hurry, she breathed, and I didn't need telling twice. That desk became a memory seared into my brain, but the cramped space and risk of getting caught killed the mood. - My place, she whispered, no interruptions. We left separately, dodging curious glances, and regrouped at her cozy apartment a few blocks away. The door barely shut before we were tearing at each other's clothes, jackets and shoes scattered across the floor. We crashed onto her plush sectional, playful and primal, like we were chasing each other. She straddled me, her bare skin warm, and guided me inside, slow and deliberate, her breath hitching. - Fuck, you feel amazing, she moaned, her hips rolling in a rhythm that had me seeing stars. Her moans were low, almost musical, each one pushing me closer to the edge. When her pace faltered, she arched back, bracing her hands on my knees. I steadied her waist, guiding her as she leaned further, her body catching the glow of a streetlamp through the blinds-shadows carving out her curves, her breasts full and swaying. She was a goddamn vision. I whispered, - You're unreal, keep going, - my words spurring her on. She'd pause, breathless, then dive back in, her energy fading but her desire relentless. Office gossip had me curious about her figure - some snarked her curves were too perfect, probably enhanced. I wasn't about to let that slide without finding out. Cradling her with one arm, I trailed my other hand down her throat, slow, like I was mapping every inch. Her skin prickled under my touch, her breath catching. - Keep doing that, - she begged. My fingers circled her breasts, grazing closer to her nipples with each pass, tightening the spiral until she was trembling. Her nails dug into my thighs, a silent plea for more. Then I leaned in, my tongue flicking her nipple - hard and sensitive. She gasped, - Oh God, yes! - her body jolting like I'd hit a live wire. I teased, sucking gently, then harder, switching sides, savoring her reactions. Her hips stalled, overwhelmed, but I kept at it, my tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make her squirm. - Don't stop, please, she panted, her voice raw. She was close, her body tensing. - Floor, now, - she urged, desperate. I eased her down, careful not to break the moment, spreading her out on the rug. She grabbed my neck, kissing me wildly. - What are you doing to me? - she gasped between kisses. - I've never... not like this. - I grinned, - We're just getting started. - We stumbled toward her bedroom, pausing against the hallway wall. I pinned her there, thrusting deep, keeping her on edge. She yanked my hair, - Harder, - she demanded, and I obliged, our bodies slamming together, her kisses turning feral, teeth grazing my jaw. In her room, we collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs. I wanted her to shatter. My mouth latched onto her breast, sucking and teasing, while my fingers found her clit, swollen and slick. She writhed, - Right there, oh fuck, - her hips bucking against my hand. Her hands clawed my back, then balled into fists, pounding my shoulders as she spiraled. Her release hit hard, soaking my fingers, her body shuddering. I spread her wetness over her thighs, dragging out every aftershock. She went limp, panting, but I was still hungry. I flipped her onto her stomach, lifting her hips until she was on all fours, her ass glistening in the dim light. Her folds were swollen, inviting. I teased her with my tip, sliding along her wetness until she whimpered, - Please, just do it. - I pushed in, slow at first, filling her completely. She cried out, - Yes, like that! - her voice breaking. I leaned over, kissing her spine, and asked, - You want more? - She nodded frantically, - Don't stop. Our hands locked, fingers laced, as we found a rhythm - slow, then building. Her moans synced with mine, our bodies moving like one. I kissed her shoulders, her neck, my hands roaming her sides, sculpting her curves. Gripping her waist, I thrust harder, faster, her ass slapping against me, the sound filthy and perfect. She clawed the sheets, - Fuck, I'm close again! - her voice hoarse. I reached around, circling her clit, and she screamed, her second climax ripping through her, her walls pulsing around me. We collapsed, slick with sweat, but still entwined. In that moment, we weren't just two people - we were one, lost in each other, and nothing else mattered.

12 min·Jun 16

I love strolling or jogging through the riverside trail just blocks from my apartment. Eager to sculpt my body for the upcoming summer, I decided to push my workout routine that morning. At dawn, I laced up my running shoes, slipped into a snug pair of spandex shorts, a cropped tank top that hugged my curves, and slathered on SPF lotion. As I headed to the trail, I felt the appreciative stares of early risers I passed, their eyes lingering a little too long. My baseball cap kept the rising sun's glare at bay, its golden rays painting the cloudless sky. I started with a brisk walk, letting my muscles warm up before easing into a jog. My thoughts drifted to lazy weekends at Mia's lakeside cabin, skinny-dipping with friends, or sunset barbecues by the shore. The sweat and effort would pay off. Nothing beats feeling confident and strong when the heat hits. Halfway through my lap, I sensed someone matching my stride. Glancing over, I saw Noah, my friend who's a sports therapist. His warm smile lit up his face, his hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. I suspect he's got a soft spot for me, though he's never said it outright. It doesn't change how easy our friendship feels. We've shared a few heated moments since meeting on this very trail last year - electric, unforgettable encounters. We exchanged quick cheek kisses and a brief hug, his arms lingering just a second. Then he fell into step beside me. He asked if I was training solo and offered to join my workout. It's way more fun exercising with you. I love your energy - I said, flashing a grin. I'm the one who gets to brag, keeping up with someone as gorgeous as you - he replied, his voice teasing. We both chuckled, and I cut in - Okay, enough flattery. I've got calories to torch and muscles to tone. He brought up a friend we'd partied with last fall and mentioned Diego, his former roommate from Brazil who'd moved out recently. After jogging for nearly an hour, we slowed to a walk, breathless and satisfied. Noah tilted his head toward me. - Fancy a massage at my place? I've got those magic hands - he said, winking. I told him I'd stop by later that afternoon. Right then, all I craved was a hot shower to rinse off the sweat-soaked clothes clinging to my skin. As we parted ways, he called out - I'll be waiting, Ava. I'll blend up a killer mango smoothie for you. Count on me showing up. Your hands are pure bliss - I said, meeting his gaze with a playful smirk. We laughed, shared a quick hug, and I felt his lips brush mine in a fleeting kiss before I headed into my building. At home, I indulged in a steamy bath, bubbles frothing around me as I shaved every inch of my body smooth, leaving my skin silky and fresh. I scrubbed thoroughly, wanting to feel pristine for whatever the afternoon might bring. By late afternoon, I arrived at Noah's loft, the sun dipping low. He swung open the door, his grin wide and genuine. - Damn, you look incredible! - he said, his eyes tracing my figure with unabashed admiration. I'd chosen a fitted sundress that skimmed my thighs, its neckline plunging to reveal a hint of cleavage, paired with strappy heels that wrapped around my ankles. I twirled for him, the dress flaring slightly. - Am I up to your standards? - I teased. Noah's laugh was low, his gaze hungry, betraying how much he wanted to close the distance between us. We chatted briefly over iced tea in his airy living room before I excused myself to the bathroom to prep for the massage. Standing before the full-length mirror, I peeled off my dress, my pulse quickening as I debated how to catch Noah off guard. I wanted to ignite something primal in him. After a moment's thought, I decided to stride out bare, save for my heels, their straps accentuating my ankles. My skin tingled with anticipation. I opened the door, expecting to see Noah's jaw drop. Instead, my breath caught. Another man stood beside him, turning to face me. Mortified, I darted back into the bathroom, heart racing. Noah knocked gently, his voice soft. - Ava, can I come in? I clutched a towel to my chest and let him in. - I'm so sorry - he said, his face etched with regret. No, I shouldn't have tried to surprise you like that - I mumbled, cheeks burning. He explained - That's Liam, a colleague who's studying sports therapy. He dropped by to borrow some old textbooks. Don't worry, he's leaving soon. I exhaled, then smirked. - Just tell him I'm your eccentric client who likes to keep things... free-spirited. Noah grinned, relieved, and stepped out. I took a deep breath and followed a minute later, the towel wrapped snugly around me. Liam was younger than I expected, with a shy smile that put me at ease. He apologized profusely for the awkward timing, and I brushed it off with a cheek kiss, settling onto the massage table. Noah nodded at Liam. - Mind helping with her shoes? - Liam glanced at me, hesitant. Go ahead, I'd appreciate it - I said, smiling warmly. Liam knelt, his fingers gentle as he unfastened the straps, his touch careful but sure. Then he stepped back as Noah helped me lie face-down, draping the towel over my lower half. Noah, in loose linen pants and a fitted shirt, began kneading my shoulders, his hands warm and skilled. - You good, Ava? - he asked, his voice soothing. I'm in heaven already - I murmured, sinking into the table. Okay if Liam practices on your other arm? - Noah asked. Bring it on, Liam. Show me what you've got - I said, encouraging him. Liam's hands, slick with oil, started at my wrist, working each finger with surprising finesse. Together, they massaged my arms, their hands gliding up to my neck, easing every knot. I felt like royalty, pampered beyond reason. I'm basically Cleopatra right now, ruling from my throne - I joked, earning laughs from both. Peeking up, I noticed their silhouettes above me, the unmistakable outlines in their pants stirring a heat deep within me. My arousal built as four hands trailed down my spine, their touch firm yet teasing. I imagined myself ensnared by some mythical creature, its tendrils exploring every inch. When they reached the towel, they paused, then shifted to my feet. Their fingers worked my toes, then pressed into my soles, sending ticklish sparks up my legs. My thighs parted slightly, involuntarily, and I wondered if they could see the slickness gathering there. They moved up my calves, stopping just shy of my thighs. Noah's voice was steady. - Ava, I'll need to move the towel to work your glutes properly. Cool with that? You know what you're doing. Go for it - I replied, my voice huskier than intended. The towel vanished, and their oiled hands claimed my hips, kneading deeply. Their fingers grazed the sensitive curve where thigh met cheek, sending jolts through me. When a fingertip brushed my most private spot, my breath hitched, a delicious ache blooming. Just blood flow kicking in - Noah said, his tone professional but laced with something darker. I stayed silent, letting the sensation wash over me. He signaled for me to roll over. Face-up, I felt exposed, vulnerable, and thrillingly alive. They started at my feet again, then my ankles, pausing at my knees. My arousal was undeniable now, my skin flushed and slick. Their pants did little to hide their own excitement, the fabric straining. Noah moved to my chest, his hands cupping my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they pebbled under his touch. Liam stayed at my knees, his fingers trembling slightly. I reached for Noah, my hand finding the hard ridge beneath his pants, squeezing firmly. He groaned, leaning down to capture my lips in a searing kiss, his teeth grazing my lower lip. I pulled him closer, whispering against his ear - I'm dripping for you. I need you both, right now, no clothes. His eyes darkened with desire. He stepped back, shedding his clothes with urgent grace. Liam followed, his movements less certain but eager. In moments, they stood bare, their arousal evident, their bodies lean and taut. They closed in, hands roaming my breasts, teasing my nipples to aching points. I reached for them, guiding their lengths to my lips, tasting their saltiness in brief, hungry pulls as their fingers explored my slick folds, circling my swollen bud until I gasped and arched. They eased me to the floor, a soft blanket beneath me. Noah knelt between my thighs, parting them wide. He entered me slowly, his thickness stretching me, each deliberate thrust grazing my clit. The friction built a fire in my core, and I shattered, my cries echoing as waves of pleasure crashed through me, my body trembling uncontrollably. Liam, stroking himself beside me, dragged his tip across my parted lips. His control faltered, and he spilled across my cheek, warm and sudden, his breath ragged. Noah's rhythm didn't waver, his hips rolling with precision. Another climax tore through me, louder this time, my nails digging into the blanket. He gripped my breasts, thrusting deeper, then tensed, his release flooding me with heat as he groaned my name. Liam slipped away to the bathroom, his footsteps quiet. Noah rolled to my side, pulling me close so I lay across his chest, our slick skin pressed together. My fluids mingled with his, dripping onto his hips as he traced lazy circles on my back. We stayed there, basking in the quiet intimacy, until he murmured - Shower time? We could use a refresh. I nodded, grinning, eager to wash away Liam's sticky mark from my face. Noah helped me stand, leading me to his spacious bathroom. Warm water cascaded over us, rinsing every trace of our exertion. He kissed me deeply, his lips lingering on mine before trailing to my breasts, sucking gently until my nipples stood firm. His hands slid over my curves, rekindling the ache between my thighs. My core throbbed, lips swollen and ready. His arousal pressed against my belly, hard again. After toweling off, he scooped me up, carrying me to his bed. The room was softly lit, scented with cedar and musk. I parted my lips, voice low. - Give me you, Noah. I want to taste you again. He didn't hesitate, straddling me, guiding himself to my mouth. I took him deep, his length hitting the back of my throat, making my eyes water and my jaw ache deliciously. Saliva spilled as I worked him, savoring his low moans. Then he shifted, burying his face between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my folds, circling my clit with maddening precision before dipping lower, teasing my tighter entrance. I floated, lost in a haze of pleasure, my hips bucking against his mouth. He flipped me onto my knees, gripping my hips. He entered my core from behind, his thrusts deep and forceful, each one hitting a spot that made me gasp. I pushed back, meeting him, the room filled with the sound of our skin colliding. My climax built fast, erupting in a scream as I clenched around him, my body shaking. He slowed, then withdrew, his tip nudging my other entrance. I tensed, then relaxed, trusting him. He pressed forward, gentle but insistent, the stretch burning until he was fully seated. He moved slowly at first, then faster, the sensation overwhelming, a mix of pressure and pleasure. His fingers found my clit, circling until I came again, a raw, unexpected orgasm that left me gasping. He followed, his release warm and deep, his groan vibrating through me. I collapsed, my body buzzing, a faint sting lingering. Noah lay beside me, catching his breath. - Smoothie time? - he panted, a lazy grin spreading across his face. We burst into laughter, tangled in the sheets, the promise of mango and relaxation waiting just beyond the bedroom door.

8 min·Jun 13

It was a muggy September night in 2022, and I wanted nothing to do with the chaos downstairs. But something unfolded that I'm still wrestling with. My sister, Jenna, had turned our loft apartment into a party zone, dragging in her artsy friends, including that creep, Mason, who was always sniffing around her. I'd seen him lay on the charm with Jenna countless times. She'd shut him down, but he kept circling like a vulture. I bailed early, retreating to my room, too drained for their drama. Around 4: 30 a.m., I woke up, groggy, needing to hit the bathroom. I stumbled through the shadowy hallway, the thump of music dulled to a faint pulse. The place was dark, only slivers of neon from the street below creeping through the blinds. I slipped into the bathroom, did what I needed, and shuffled out. In the hallway, Mason was there, slouched against the wall, his silhouette stark in the dim glow. His eyes locked onto me, a glint that made my skin crawl. Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist, pinning me against the cold brick of the loft's interior wall. Look at you, strutting around like that... damn, you're begging for it, - he muttered, his breath hot and sour against my ear. His mouth was on mine, rough, his hands sliding under my oversized tee, pawing at my breasts. I shoved at his chest, my heart pounding, trying to wriggle free. Mason, cut it out, you jerk! Get the hell away! - I whispered, voice sharp but low. He didn't flinch, pressing his full weight against me, trapping me. Feel what you're doing to me, - he growled, grinding himself against my hip. I twisted, managing to slip out for a split second, my pulse racing. I'm done. I'm going to my room, - I said, my voice quivering with anger and fear. I darted to my bedroom, shutting the door, but I fumbled the lock. Mason pushed in right behind me, closing the door with a soft click that felt deafening. He grabbed me again, more forceful now, slamming me against the wall beside my desk. His lips attacked my neck, sucking hard enough to bruise, his hands gripping my ass through my sleep shorts. I kept muttering "stop, " but it was like shouting into a void. Through the walls, I heard laughter - Jenna and some guy stumbling out of her room, their voices carefree. If anyone noticed Mason was missing, they'd never think to check my room. His fingers slid under my shorts, brushing against me, ignoring my attempts to push his hand away. No... Mason... please, stop... - I begged, my voice breaking. In one swift move, he tugged my shorts and underwear aside, leaving me exposed. My knees buckled, but he held me up, his grip unrelenting. He pushed me toward the bed, yanking off his hoodie. He pulled my tank top down, my breasts spilling free, and latched onto them, his mouth hot and aggressive, teeth scraping my nipples, sending sharp jolts through me. Don't pretend you're not loving this, - he hissed, his voice thick with arrogance. I clawed at his shoulders, furious, my nails digging in. You bastard... - I spat, but my hands stayed tangled in his hair, not pulling him away. His face pressed into my chest, his stubble scraping my skin as he ground against me. A traitor moan escaped my lips, soft and unwilling, my body reacting despite my mind screaming no. He dropped to his knees on the mattress, prying my thighs apart. His mouth was on me, tongue lashing with a hunger that made my hips buck involuntarily. The wet heat of his lips and the rough flick of his tongue sent shudders through me, my body betraying me with every pulse. I clenched my jaw, stifling the sounds threatening to spill out, my hands fisting the sheets. As he worked, he scrambled out of his jeans, the denim rustling in the quiet room. His erection strained against his dark boxers, the outline thick and insistent. In a daze, I shifted, crawling until I was level with his hips, my face hovering over him. I dragged my lips across the fabric, feeling the hard pulse beneath, my breath hot against it. I nipped at the cotton, soaking it with slow, deliberate licks. I hooked my fingers in his waistband, easing his boxers down. His cock sprang free, heavy and thick, a prominent vein running its length, the head dark and swollen, glistening faintly in the low light. It was intimidatingly solid, curved slightly, radiating heat. I traced my tongue along the shaft, slow and teasing, tasting salt and skin. I hesitated, but he didn't let me linger. His hands gripped my head, fingers tight in my hair, and he thrust into my mouth, deep and sudden. I gagged, tears prickling as he pumped, fast and relentless, my throat burning, saliva dripping down my chin. I pulled back, gasping, and lay on my back, legs trembling as they fell open. His eyes were feral, glinting in the dark. He climbed over me, positioning himself, and with one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside me, stretching me to the edge of pain. I arched, a choked cry escaping as pleasure and discomfort collided, my nails digging into the mattress. His hand clamped over my mouth, rough and unyielding. Keep quiet, you little slut, - he snarled, his grip tightening. Each thrust was deep, punishing, his cock filling me completely, dragging against every sensitive nerve. The bed creaked faintly, the rhythm brutal, my body rocking with the force. Tears streamed down my temples, a mix of shame and unwilling ecstasy. He flipped me over, shoving me onto my hands and knees. My arms shook as I braced myself. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back until my neck strained, my scalp stinging. With one sharp thrust, he was inside me again, deeper at this angle, his hips slamming against me. The wet slap of skin filled the room, relentless, my body quaking under the onslaught. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, desperate to stay silent. His hand cracked against my ass, a sharp sting that made me gasp. That's it, take it like a whore, - he grunted, his voice low and cruel. My skin burned, my core throbbing with a mix of pain and heat, every thrust pushing me closer to a edge I didn't want to reach. I hated him, but my body was screaming for more, a twisted hunger I couldn't control. He pulled out, flipping me onto my back again. He straddled my chest, his cock in hand, stroking himself with furious intensity. I parted my lips, tongue out, caught in the moment's rawness. Open that pretty mouth wide, - he ordered, his voice thick with lust. The first hot jets hit my face, thick and warm, streaking across my cheeks, lips, and chin. I flinched, gasping, the salty taste hitting my tongue as I panted, feeling utterly debased. He grabbed my jaw, forcing my mouth open wider. Clean it up. Every fucking drop, - he demanded. I licked slowly, my tongue gliding over his softening length, swallowing the bitter remnants, my breath ragged. When he was satisfied, he pulled on his clothes, then leaned down, kissing my smeared lips with a mocking gentleness. Such a dirty little mouth... - he murmured, almost sweet. I scrambled to fix my clothes, my hands shaking. I cracked the door, peering into the hallway - empty. I gestured to him. It's clear, - I mouthed. I slipped out first, him trailing behind, hugging the wall. As we reached the main room, he ducked out the front door, vanishing into the night. I stood there, the taste of him lingering, my body still humming, torn between loathing him and craving the dark thrill of it all over again.

10 min·Jun 13

My name is Lauren, and I'm 43. I've been married to my high school sweetheart, Jack, for 21 years. It's hard to admit, but we haven't been intimate in nearly four years. I know I share some of the blame, but Jack doesn't make it easy. He's a mechanic, spending his days hunched under car hoods, coming home reeking of oil and sweat. It's not exactly a turn-on. And me, sprawled on the recliner binge-watching cooking shows, probably isn't sparking his desire either. It's a brutal loop - the less we connect, the less we crave each other. Our early years were electric, though, full of stolen moments and hungry nights. I'm not out of the game yet, I think. At 5'6" and about 125 pounds, I still catch glances when I bother to dress up. The rare times I've dipped into spicy video chats with younger guys online, their eagerness made me believe they'd sprint to my doorstep if I dropped a pin. I've known for a while that Jack sees escorts. Since we're not physical anymore, I've felt safe from any health risks, barring some freak laundry mishap. But his occasional grimaces when he adjusts himself down there make my stomach twist. Back when we were insatiable, Jack was a force - well-equipped, with hands and lips that devoured me. My friends used to tease me about his stamina. We'd tangle up for hours, multiple rounds a night, leaving me sore and sated. Now, those memories feel like someone else's life. After I was let go from my job managing event staff for a local venue, my libido tanked. Jack's was already long gone. Alone in the house, I'd sometimes lean into the pulsing stream of the handheld shower or rely on a sleek little vibe I snagged at a girls' night hosted by my friend Megan, who's always been a bit too touchy-feely with me. I've never outright rejected her advances, though. Jack dropping out of trade school never derailed us, despite my friends' snide remarks, likely hoping he'd be fair game. Jack's the kind of man whose only windfall is a rare playoff win for his team. Everything else is sweat and grind, which I think fuels his passion for his work - and, once upon a time, for me. Nothing's permanent, which is why I'm spilling this here. Last Tuesday, Jack stormed home in a black mood. I'd thrown together a sandwich for him and was sorting laundry in our cramped utility room. I wasn't checking if he was eating the tomato salad he swears by, nor was I focused on him - he's a big boy, he can fend for himself. I yanked open the dryer and tossed damp clothes into a basket, bending over without a care for proper form, my backside in the air. It was a muggy week, and I wore a thin sundress that rode up my thighs. Bending over, it probably flashed my plain cotton panties. My hair was a frizzy mess, and my chest was half-spilling out of the dress's neckline - I was the opposite of seductive, and my sex drive was equally absent. I grabbed one of Jack's countless work shirts and stepped onto the back porch to pin it to the clothesline. I didn't care about prying eyes from the neighbors - I'm too old to worry if someone's sneaking a peek at a wardrobe malfunction. On the fourth shirt, as I stretched to clip it, calloused hands clamped onto my waist, and a voice I'd nearly forgotten growled in my ear. Damn, I forgot how good you look like this. His breath, sharp with coffee and grease, warmed my neck as his broad, softened frame pressed into me. Your memory's crap, then, - I shot back. - Same body, same name, just darker hair since that cheap dye irritated my skin. I try to say something nice, and you shut it down, - he muttered, half-irritated. That's your idea of sweet talk? - I retorted, more playful than pissed, especially with the stirring I felt against my lower back. Quiet, just feel this. Jack's hands slid under my dress, finding my breasts, still soft but aching for attention. His palms molded to their curves, thumbs brushing my nipples through the thin bra, coaxing them to stiffen. His rough skin scratched lightly, so he guided his fingers to my lips. I sucked them slowly, swirling my tongue like I was tasting something forbidden, wetting them thoroughly. He returned them to my chest, the slick warmth making my nipples peak harder, sending jolts down my spine. His mouth latched onto my neck, teeth grazing just shy of pain, then softening to suck gently at the spot below my ear. He never went for the ear itself - thank God, I hate that - but his tongue's slow, deliberate drags along my pulse point melted me, pulling me into a haze of need. His thick thighs nudged mine apart, slotting himself against my ass. One hand left my breast to fumble with his belt, the clink of metal loud in the quiet evening. His jeans hit the porch floor, and I felt him straining against those god-awful plaid boxers he insists on wearing. He hiked my dress higher, hooking a finger in my panties and tugging them down, the fabric catching briefly on my dampening skin. Eyes shut, I arched back, grinding against his growing hardness, desperate for the way he used to claim me when we were young and reckless. A whimper slipped out - I felt wild, like a woman possessed, ready to be ravaged by a man reborn. I peeked through half-lidded eyes; the porch was dim, lit only by the neighbor's floodlight. Jack freed himself, his length hot and heavy as he dragged it along my crease, teasing me with its weight. Feeling bold, he nudged it between my thighs, gliding against my folds, stirring a slickness I'd forgotten I could produce. His teeth sank lightly into my left shoulder, and his right hand dipped lower, fingers circling my clit with a precision that made my knees buckle. Jack's touch was masterful, always had been. His fingers, still slick from my mouth, danced over my sensitive skin, parting me gently, then pressing just right, sending sparks through my core. My body responded, coating him as he slid against me, his breaths ragged. He dipped his fingers lower, gathering my arousal, and brought them to his lips, groaning like he'd tasted something divine. Then he bent me further over the porch railing, my breasts swaying free as the dress gaped open, exposed to the humid air. He drew back just enough for me to reach down, guiding his tip to my entrance, trembling with want. I needed him to fill me, to break me open like he did when we were kids sneaking off to his dad's garage. Jack didn't hesitate - he thrust in with a single, deep stroke, stretching me so fully it bordered on too much. I gasped, but the slight sting gave way to pleasure as he settled inside, perfectly snug. He stilled, hands tracing my spine, then gripped my hips like anchors, starting a slow, deliberate rhythm that hit every nerve. The tang of detergent from the clothes mingled with the motor oil on his skin, his belt buckle clinking faintly against the railing with each move. His sweat-soaked shirt clung to my back, our heat merging in the sticky air. I was unraveling, filthy and alive, owned by a man who'd ignored me for years. It was a resurrection of sorts. His hands slid to my shoulders, pulling me back to deepen the angle. Each thrust felt like it reached my soul, his length dragging against every sensitive spot. The slick, rhythmic slap of skin on skin echoed faintly, a primal sound that drowned out the crickets. My body was a live wire, dripping down my legs, a mix of us and the summer's heat. Jack's size was always a marvel - long and thick, the kind of thing that made me shy to admit how much I loved it. It curved just right, the head flared enough to catch every ridge inside me, sending shocks with every withdrawal. If he wasn't carrying that extra weight, he'd still turn heads, but this felt like rediscovery. Sorry, I'm getting sidetracked. Jack's grip tightened, his thrusts growing hungrier but still measured, savoring every inch. My thighs were slick, our mingled sweat and arousal cooling in the breeze. His left hand slid to my throat, gentle but possessive, and I nipped at his fingers, tasting grease and salt as he quickened his pace, the railing creaking under our weight. The night was silent except for our gasping breaths, blending with the hum of a distant streetlight. We swallowed our cries until Jack's voice broke through, rough and raw. Fuck, Amy, you're so damn wild, you're gonna feel me for weeks. I flinched at the wrong name but didn't stop, too close to climax to derail it. His words stoked the fire anyway. His coarse hands roamed, his heat consuming me despite their roughness. I surrendered, letting him drive into me with a ferocity that shook the porch boards, my body meeting his thrust. My thighs quaked, my breaths jagged - I was seconds away. I'm coming, oh God, - I gasped, muffled against his palm. A heartbeat later, Jack's release hit, his warmth flooding my body, his spasms searing me from within. I shuddered, my body clenching around him as waves crashed through me, my nails digging into the railing. His groan was primal, echoing in my chest as he eased out, still pulsing, leaving me dripping and spent. Hell, darlin', that was unreal, - he panted, hiking up his jeans, his length still glistening in the dim light before shuffling back inside. I stayed put, not turning to face him, catching my breath. The neighbor's son, a lanky 21-year-old, was watching from his window, eyes wide. I wouldn't have said no to him in another life, but what gnawed at me was finding a walk-in clinic for peace tests of mind - and where Jack would crash tonight. A wrong name's no dealbreaker for a fuck like that, but it might be for a marriage.

9 min·Jun 11

It was the summer I'd just hit 22, and my family's never been short on cash or class. We've always chased the high life - fancy cars, designer clothes, the works. So when my dad got obsessed with golf, I decided to give it a whirl, mostly to stay active, even though I thought it was a game for retirees at first. The first time I joined my dad at the golf club's driving range, I spotted girls my age, all from the same upscale crowd, and some were drop-dead gorgeous. The country club wasn't just about golf, either - it had tennis courts, a swanky pool, horseback riding, squash, a gym, and a buzzing social scene with events that made weekends a blast. My dad hooked me up with a shiny set of golf clubs, and I gradually collected the rest of the gear - gloves, shoes, the whole nine yards. The sport was growing on me. One sunny Saturday, I headed to the club with him. Weekends were my time to smack some balls, play a few holes, or maybe hit the tennis courts or go for a ride with a preppy girl I'd met around the club. We were at the practice bays when a woman pulled up in a sleek Audi. She looked about 47, with auburn hair tied in a loose ponytail, a curvy figure that turned heads, and a tight white golf skirt that hugged her hips like a second skin. Her fitted polo shirt barely contained her full breasts. She slid on a visor, grabbed her clubs, and set up in the bay next to ours. I was surprised when she gave my dad a friendly nod. Turns out, they'd chatted plenty of times at the club during weekend rounds. No big deal - regulars get to know each other. My dad introduced her as Vanessa, 48 years old. She suggested they play a few holes, but my dad had a meeting and couldn't make it. "Would it be okay if my son joins you instead? " he asked. "Absolutely, " she said, her green eyes locking onto mine with a smile that sent a jolt through me. We grabbed our bags, hit the clubhouse to snag our tickets, and started working through the 18 holes. Vanessa was easy to talk to, warm and curious. I loosened up, rambling about my love for indie rock, sci-fi flicks, and the novels I was reading. The conversation flowed naturally, each hole making it more comfortable. Feeling bold, I asked about her life - kids, marriage, that sort of thing. She had a daughter, 24, studying architecture in Germany. Vanessa was divorced, living alone, and originally from Chicago, though her mom's side was Italian, which explained her olive skin and effortless charm. As we played, I couldn't stop stealing glances at her - the way her skirt swayed with each step, how her toned legs flexed when she swung, the curve of her waist under that snug polo. Her visor framed her face perfectly, and those sunglasses gave her a mysterious edge. On the 11th hole, her ball sliced into a wooded patch, so we trekked off to find it. It was mid-August, and the course was nearly deserted - most members were off at beach resorts or European getaways. After 12 minutes of poking around, we spotted the ball wedged against a pine tree's roots. "Gonna be a tough shot to the green from here, don't you think? " I said, smirking. "No doubt, " Vanessa replied, her voice carrying a playful lilt. It was a lousy shot, honestly - proof I wasn't destined to be the next golf pro. But I was here for the vibe, not the leaderboard. Then Vanessa crouched to inspect the ball, her skirt riding up just enough to reveal the smooth curve of her thigh. My pulse spiked, and I acted on instinct. I stepped closer, my hand brushing her lower back before settling on her hip, giving it a gentle squeeze. She stood, startled, her eyes wide behind her sunglasses. Before she could speak, I leaned in and kissed her, my lips pressing firmly against hers. She froze for a split second, then melted into it, her mouth opening to mine. Our tongues collided, urgent and hungry, tasting the faint mint of her lip gloss. Her hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me closer as the kiss deepened, a low moan escaping her throat. We stumbled behind a cluster of thick shrubs, shielded from the fairway. Her fingers fumbled with my shirt buttons, popping them open to expose my chest. She trailed her nails lightly down my abs, sending shivers through me, then tugged my belt loose. Her lips grazed my collarbone, then she nipped at my neck, her breath hot against my skin. Kneeling, she hooked her fingers into my waistband, pulling my khakis and boxers down in one smooth motion. My cock sprang free, already throbbing at its full 7 inches. "Well, hello there, handsome, " she purred, her voice dripping with mischief as she shot me a wicked grin. Her hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking slowly, her thumb circling the tip where a bead of precum had formed. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to tease the head, sending a shockwave up my spine. Then she took me into her mouth, her lips sliding down inch by inch, warm and wet. She bobbed slowly at first, her tongue swirling along the underside, then picked up the pace, sucking with a rhythm that had my knees trembling. One hand cupped my balls, massaging gently, while the other gripped my thigh for balance. The wet sounds of her mouth working me filled the air, mingling with my ragged breaths. I hadn't been blown like this in years - older women know exactly what they're doing. She pulled back, her lips glossy, and stood, yanking her polo over her head. Her breasts spilled free, full and heavy, with dark pink nipples already hard. I dove in, my mouth latching onto one, sucking and flicking the nipple with my tongue while my hand kneaded the other. She gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair, urging me on. I switched sides, biting softly, feeling her body arch against me. Vanessa kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her skirt, revealing a lacy red thong that barely covered her. A neat triangle of dark hair peeked through the fabric, and I was done for. I dropped to my knees, kissing along her inner thighs, savoring the softness of her skin. My fingers hooked into her thong, sliding it down to her ankles. Her scent hit me - musky, intoxicating - and I buried my face in her, my tongue tracing her folds. She was already soaked, her juices coating my lips as I licked, teasing her entrance before circling her clit. Her hands gripped my scalp, hips grinding against my mouth as she moaned, "Oh, God, don't stop." I sucked her clit gently, then harder, alternating with long, slow licks that made her thighs quiver. My fingers slid inside her, curling to hit that sweet spot, and her moans grew louder, more desperate. She tasted incredible, and I could've stayed there forever, lost in the way her body responded to every flick of my tongue. She tugged me up, spun around, and bent over, her hands braced against a tree. Her ass was perfect, round and firm, and I couldn't resist. I leaned in, my tongue tracing her tight hole, circling slowly before dipping inside. She gasped, pushing back against me, one hand slipping between her legs to rub her clit, her nails - painted a deep crimson - flashing in the sunlight. The sight of her pleasuring herself while I rimmed her was almost too much. I grabbed a condom from my wallet, rolled it on, and positioned myself behind her. My cock slid into her pussy, tight and warm, and we both groaned at the sensation. I started slow, savoring every inch, then built to a steady rhythm, my hands gripping her hips. Her moans grew louder, urging me to go faster, harder. I thrust deep, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the quiet woods. I slid a finger toward her ass, circling gently, but she murmured, "Not today, baby." She turned, pulling me into a searing kiss, her tongue chasing the taste of herself. Then she dropped to her knees again, pressing her breasts together around my cock. The sight of my shaft disappearing between her tits was unreal. She moved them up and down, her nipples brushing my skin, while her tongue flicked out to tease the tip on each upstroke. I warned her I was close, my voice hoarse. She didn't stop. I came hard, ropes of cum painting her chest, her neck, her chin. A few drops hit her lips, and she licked them off, her eyes locked on mine as she scooped the rest with her fingers, sucking them clean with a satisfied hum. "You're a damn treasure, Lucas, " she said, her voice low and teasing as she slipped her clothes back on. We played the last six holes like nothing had happened, then grabbed iced teas at the clubhouse. Over drinks, she suggested we hit up a jazz bar that night and head to her place after. We spent the whole weekend tangled in each other, and I knew I'd never look at golf the same way again.

20 min·Mar 31

After my first affair, things weren't the same anymore. My husband, Tom, and I were constantly at each other's throats - him with his endless drinking and me with my nagging. Every day, the distance between us grew wider. The worst part? I couldn't stop craving another taste of infidelity. I kept thinking about Mark and James, their bodies driving me wild, the way they'd enjoyed me and opened my eyes to so much. Three weeks of memories, three weeks of burning desire, three weeks of frustration with Tom, whose bed was now just a place to sleep. It was Saturday morning. The phone rang while I was in the shower, and Tom answered it. I stepped out, wrapped only in a towel, and sat on my bed to dry off. I didn't notice him watching me until he crept up behind me, kissed my neck, and whispered, "You look so good, baby, I can't get enough of you..." I let the towel fall, showing off my bare, sculpted figure. He came closer, kissed me, and started sucking on my breasts. His hand slid down to my slit, a finger slipping inside me. I purred playfully, "I need you, honey, take me..." - brushing my hand over his bulge. He knelt before me and started licking me, getting me wet in an instant. He pressed his hard length against me and, without hesitation, thrust it in deep. I'd hoped for more foreplay, maybe a chance to taste him or feel his fingers elsewhere... but a few quick pumps, and he was done, spilling inside me. I called him out on it, and his response left me cold. "Sorry, I just couldn't wait to get inside you..." - his softening cock still twitched inside me, and I was beyond turned on, but I knew he wouldn't be ready again anytime soon. I almost hit him. I yelled about how selfish he was, letting out all the pent-up resentment I'd been carrying. He stood up, leaving me trembling with anger, and went to shower. Another letdown. I was starving for more, and that idiot just went to wash up. Still fuming, I got dressed. The day was heating up outside, but I was burning with rage inside. I decided to give him one more shot - no underwear, just a seductive plan to reel him back in like the old days. The dress I picked was downright slutty - a thin, short, blue number that clung to me, showing off my legs. When I bent over, it revealed my round, bare ass and smooth, shaved skin below. I made breakfast and called him. He took his time, and when he finally showed up in the dining room, I saw he'd dressed to go out. "Just juice for me, I've got to head out..." - he said it so casually. "I thought you weren't working today..." - I shot back, irritated. "At least eat something, I already made it..." The doorbell rang. While he settled at the table, I went to check who it was. "Good morning, ma'am, I'm here for the boss..." It was Derek, one of the drivers from Tom's construction company. Like the other driver, he was rough around the edges but hot - a total brute, but the kind that got me going. Seeing him up close sent a shiver through me. He was tall, muscular, tanned, with hairy arms - damn, he was something. "You guys heading out? " - I asked, half innocent, half flirty. "Yeah, I think they're checking on a site in Riverton..." "They? " - I tilted my head. "You're not going with him? " "No, ma'am, it's Ray, the other driver, taking him and Mr. Collins." "Here I thought Tom would stick around today. What's a girl supposed to do with such a busy husband, right? Guess I'll be all alone again..." - I smiled slyly, drawing out that last word. I gave him a teasing look, the kind us sexy women know how to wield, and he held my gaze, smirking, "Sounds like a lack of trust, ma'am. That's fixable if you're up for it..." He blatantly stared at my chest as he said it. "You're crazy! " - I laughed, playing the part, turning around and swaying my hips as I walked off. I bet he got hard watching my ass bounce - I caught him adjusting himself out of the corner of my eye. Back inside, I realized I was already wet, partly from Tom's teasing and partly from Derek stirring me up. I went out with Tom to see him off, but my eyes were on Derek, who shook my hand with a loaded, "See you later, ma'am..." - I matched it with a subtle, suggestive grin. Once Tom left, I went back inside, picturing Derek taking me. He seemed like a beast, and the thought made me tremble. But the mess in the house snapped me out of it, and I got to work cleaning. By noon, I was done. I flopped onto the couch, flipped on the TV, and dozed off. The phone jolted me awake - I answered, but they hung up. It was 2 p.m. "Ugh, so lazy, " I muttered. I splashed my face in the bathroom, put on some light makeup, and was at it when the doorbell rang again. "Who now? " I braced myself for some salesman. The phone rang again - another hang-up. Then the doorbell, and this time it was my neighbor. We chatted for five minutes before she left. I showered, planning to visit my mom for the afternoon, but that sounded boring. Instead, I'd call my friend Sarah to grab lunch. I did my makeup again, slipped into a tight red dress - no underwear, of course. I love going out like that, just my vanilla perfume and heels. I checked the mirror - I looked hot, hair loose, with a "come get me" vibe. The doorbell again. "Goddamn, enough already, " I grumbled, stomping over to see who it was. "Hey... how about you let me in? " "Derek! What are you doing here? " - I stammered, flustered. "I came for you! " "You're insane! Get out, someone might see, or Tom could come back..." "Nah, they're halfway to Riverton by now. I'm here to give you what you're begging for, sweetheart..." Before I could protest, he pushed past me into the garage, shut the door, and grabbed my waist. His scruffy, unshaven face pressed close, and he kissed me hard. His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting wild and raw, while one of his big hands squeezed my ass. I tried to pull away, couldn't, and ended up kissing him back. He grabbed my hand and dragged me inside. In the living room, he kept kissing me, yanked my dress down to free my breasts, and sucked on them while groping me. "I love women like you who skip the panties - hottest damn thing..." - he panted. "When I picked up your husband, I saw you had nothing on under that dress - everything was out there, you little tease..." "But I do wear..." - I started, confused. "Then why's there nothing now, huh? " - he grinned, still kneading my ass. I didn't answer - I loved his boldness, those dirty words that set me off. His hands hiked up my dress, caressing my bare cheeks, eyeing me like a starving man. I could see the thick bulge in his pants and, without thinking, brushed my hand over it. "Take me to bed, I want you to fuck me good..." - I said, throwing caution out the window, dripping with lust. I led him to my room, him smacking my ass the whole way. He stopped, awestruck by how nice it looked. "Damn, what a bed... this where your husband screws you? " I just nodded slightly. "Bet he doesn't satisfy you, huh? Old man like him, and you're still so ripe... Strip for me, baby, I'm dying to have you. Look how hard you've got me! " - he dropped his pants, revealing a massive, veiny cock. His hairy chest and thick shaft made me quiver - my body tightened in anticipation. "Take it all off, sexy..." "You do it..." - I purred, burning up. He peeled off my dress, leaving me naked, his eyes gleaming with hunger. "Keep the heels on - I love fucking sluts in heels, and you've got killer legs..." I was shaking as he stripped me bare, then himself. "What do you like? " "Everything, especially dirty talk and rough treatment - that drives me wild..." - I said, voice thick with want. I knelt, grabbed his cock, and studied it up close - squeezing it, then sucking it deep, loving every second. "Goddamn, you're a filthy one! I love it when a chick sucks me like that - get it sloppy, make it slide in nice..." I obeyed, licking every inch, tasting its strange, briny flavor, coating it with spit. He pulled me up, laid me on the bed face-up, and devoured me with his eyes. I spread my legs, showing off my smooth, open slit. "Fuck, that's a pretty little pussy, Claire - looks tight as hell..." - he growled, running his hand over it. He spread me wide, dove between my thighs, and plunged his tongue inside me, drawing out a moan. I whimpered louder, nearing the edge, until I begged, "Fuck me, Derek, shove it in, please! Give me that cock! " "I'm gonna fuck you senseless, you little slut! " "Do it, I'm on fire! " He grabbed my legs, spread me as far as I'd go, and slammed his cock in deep with one brutal thrust. I screamed - it hurt, but I pulled him closer with my legs, surrendering to this animal tearing me apart and filling me so perfectly. He started pounding me - fast at first, then slow and delicious. He took me however he wanted, and I gave myself up completely. Kissing me, groping me, he kept driving in, sucking my neck and tits without missing a beat. His strong hands gripped my ass, yanking me into each thrust, knowing just how much I loved it. He hoisted my legs onto his shoulders, going deeper still - I was sweating, and he owned me. "You're so fucking tight, you bitch! So damn good - move that ass, baby! " Eyes shut, I let him have me, rocking my hips the way I know men love. I met his thrusts, grinding into him, taking him deeper. He hammered me hard and fast until I exploded, my body clenching around him, milking his cock as I screamed in ecstasy. I gave him my first earth-shaking orgasm, urging him on, "Oh God, you're killing me! Keep going, don't stop! Fuck me hard, Derek, I'm yours, I'm your slut! I'm coming again - more, please, give me everything! " He went wild, slamming into me with all he had, pinning me under his weight, spreading me wide. His stubble scratched my breasts as he bit and sucked my nipples - my heels dug into his ass, begging for more. Another climax ripped through me, my cries letting him know. I wrapped my legs around his waist, fully open, grinding my clit against him until I couldn't take it anymore and squeezed him with everything I had, coming like the whore I am. My nails clawed his back, my tongue tangled with his as I moaned through the best fuck of my life. Finally, his hot load flooded me, but he kept pumping, driving me crazy until his cock softened and my pulsing grip on him faded. I went limp, nearly passing out, while he slowed, collapsing on me, kissing me softly, his tongue finding mine in a tender, sloppy dance with the brute who'd just ravaged me. He rolled off, panting, careful not to crush me, his cock slipping out with a trickle of his cum running down my ass, staining my marital bed - right there, in Tom's room, I'd been fucked like never before, a big "screw you" to him! I was glowing, transformed, smitten with this guy, showing it by cuddling up to him. We lay there, wordless, catching our breath in each other's arms. I got up, feeling his warm cum drip down my thighs, and he pulled me back for more kisses and caresses. "Claire, I want you again, baby..." "Wait, I need the bathroom - I'll be right back..." When I returned, he was standing, his half-hard cock still slick - what a sight! Still naked except for my heels, sweaty and hot, I sauntered over and teased, "Come on, let's go somewhere else..." I led him to Tom's study, perched on the desk, spread my legs, and purred, "Want a taste? I cleaned up nice..." He didn't hesitate, lifting my legs and diving in, licking me while squeezing my ass over Tom's papers and blueprints. "Now sit in the chair - I'm gonna suck you like you've never had..." He plopped into Tom's executive chair, and I went down on him like his personal slut, working his cock until it promised more. "Hang on, I'll be quick - I want you to fuck me until I can't take anymore..." - he stayed put, a bit stunned, watching my ass sway as I headed back to the bedroom. I slipped into a black garter belt, stockings, and my favorite strappy heels - no panties, of course. I dressed up like a sexy exec in a skirt and blouse, did my makeup like a tramp, and doused myself in perfume before strutting back to him. His jaw dropped. "I've always wanted to be the slut my boss fucks - now you're my boss..." - I flashed my ass, hiking up my skirt to frame it with the garters. Playing along, he grinned, "Come here, Claire, I've got something for you to take down..." "Yes, sir..." "What are you waiting for? Sit..." "Where, sir? There's no chair..." "You little tease, you've always wanted to ride a real man - here's your chance! " - he pointed to his throbbing cock. "Oh, sir, you've got me all wrong! I'm a married woman, not some tramp... but since you insist, I'll do it - just don't think less of me. Sitting on your cock doesn't make me a slut..." I circled the desk, and as I sat on his lap - not taking him in yet - he landed a hard smack on my ass. I wiggled against him, teasing, and he groaned, probably never having a woman like me grinding on him, playing his dirty secretary. "Goddamn, Claire, you've got an ass on you - and you smell so fucking good..." "Oh, sir, stop moving - you're poking me with that thing! " "Bet it's been a while since you've been fucked right, huh? " "Yes, sir, my idiot husband can't keep up - he leaves me hanging. You believe that? Sometimes I think he doesn't even want me..." "He's a damn fool, letting an ass like this go to waste - but don't worry, I'll fuck you whenever he doesn't. You're my slut now." "Oh, sir, but you're used to real women - I don't know if I measure up..." "Don't say that, Claire - you're a wild filly starving to be ridden... hell, not a filly, a full-on mare with an ass that needs a hard cock to make it sing! " "Sir, you say the hottest things, but I think you're just flattering me. Look, my boobs aren't as big as I'd like, but my ass? I think it holds its own..." - I thrust my chest out and arched my back. "Claire, you're killing me, and you think you're not enough? Every time I see you, I want to own you - and now that I've got you, you feel how hard you make me, don't you? " "Yes, sir, I feel it digging into me, begging for attention... Don't think I'm ungrateful - let me suck it for you..." - I kept the game going. I went down on him again, giving it my all, then climbed on, sliding his huge cock inside me and riding him slow and sweet, rocking my hips while he groped my ass and sucked my tits spilling out of my blouse. A finger slipped into my tight backdoor, making me moan. "You like it there, don't you, slut? You fuck so good - bet that little hole's nice and snug..." - Derek growled. "I don't know, sir, no one's ever taken me there - it's untouched..." "Don't tell me that, you little tease - I'm gonna break it in right now! " "No, sir, my husband will notice! " - I kept riding him, hotter than ever. "He won't know shit - and if he does, I don't give a fuck. Let him see how a real man handles his whore wife." "No, not that! " - I slid off and moved to the couch. Derek followed, and without another word, I offered my ass, guiding his thick tip to my tight entrance. He spat on it and pushed in - it was agony at first, stretching me painfully, but I urged him on, adjusting to take him. With a final thrust, he buried it all, yanking my hair as I cried out, tears mixing with the filthy pleasure. He pulled back and slammed in again, over and over, until the burn turned delicious. I begged him to stop, but he spanked me hard instead, reddening my cheeks, fucking me raw and wild - and I loved it, craving his brutality. "Harder, fuck my ass! It's yours, take it however you want! " - I screamed, and he did. He pounded me relentlessly, pulling my hips and hair until I nearly passed out from the mix of pain and ecstasy. Finally, I couldn't take more and begged him to stop - he pulled out, leaving me a mess, rushing to the bathroom to clean up the chaos he'd wrought. After washing myself out, I grabbed some cream, soothed my raw skin, and went back to him, offering my ass again. He didn't hesitate, plunging in with one hard thrust - the cream eased it, and he fucked me senseless, fingering my pussy until I came harder than ever, screaming as he unloaded deep inside me. We collapsed, his cum and my mess dripping out, and he kissed my ass, thanking me for the ride. I kissed him back, and we lounged on the couch, making out like lovers. He confessed he'd always wanted me, never dreaming he'd have me like this. I admitted Tom barely touched me anymore, and Derek offered to be my regular fix - I said yes. We showered, ate a late lunch around 4 p.m., and I played the doting wife to him. By 6, he dressed, and I walked him out, sharing a long, sweet kiss. He promised to return whenever Tom was away - I was all in for it, hooked on his roughness. As we lingered, headlights flashed in the distance. Not knowing who it was, he kissed me again and left as I slipped inside. Minutes later, Tom rolled in, reeking of booze. He grabbed my waist, slurring, "I'm back, baby..." - I turned and saw lipstick on his neck, fury boiling over. "At least wipe your neck, you're covered in it! " - I snapped. "Guess your little tramp didn't satisfy you, huh? " He stumbled, wiped it off in the bathroom, and came back. I sat fuming, still sore from Derek, and let him have it. He begged forgiveness, but I was done holding back. "Well, guess what? While you were screwing her, I had a man here - I gave myself to him, right here, today, and he made me feel things you can't anymore..." "You're crazy, you can't say that..." - he whined. "Oh, I can - especially with this ass..." - I smacked it, hiking my skirt to show the garter framing my bare cheeks. "He fucked me however he wanted, and I loved it. He just left - if you'd come sooner, you'd have caught me with him..." He slapped me and stormed to the bedroom, probably seeing the wrecked bed. I cried, expecting the worst for spilling it. He came back, yanked my hair, shoved me down, and dragged me across the floor as I clawed at the rug, toppling the coffee table. Screaming, I took another hit that knocked me flat, then he tore my clothes off and hauled me outside - lucky no neighbors were close enough to hear. After beating the hell out of me, he stormed off, calling me every name in the book. I crawled to bed, passing out in my tattered outfit, waking late at night. I threw on a robe, checked the mirror - bruised chin, puffy eyes from crying. I sipped warm milk, regretting everything with Tom. The damage was done - he knew I'd been with someone else, and I braced for the fallout, never imagining what'd come next...

10 min·Mar 23

Emma flinched as someone grabbed her shoulder from behind. "Miss, hold up a second. I'd like to take a look in your bag." "And you, young man, don't go anywhere either. We've got some questions for you back at the office." A burly man in a dark jacket stood behind them, while another had positioned himself in front, blocking their path. "Damn it, " Emma thought, her stomach dropping - "Store security! " Jake tried to bolt, but the man in front snagged his arm with a rough yank. "Oh no you don't - stay right here! " "Can you identify yourselves? " the man behind them asked, his tone firm. "I don't have to show you jack! You can't even look in my bag, you creeps! " Emma's voice trembled with a mix of fury and fear. What if her brother found out? Or worse, what if they knew about the photos? Dread clawed at her chest, her pulse racing. The two men marched them out of the bustling storefront and into the back of the shop with purposeful strides. One opened a door, revealing a cluttered storage area stacked with boxes and odds and ends. Two doors flanked a small bench on either side. "Alright, missy, if you won't show ID or open your bag willingly, we'll just have to call the cops - they've got the authority we need. This whole place is wired with cameras. You're welcome to see the footage if you'd like." He gestured for them to sit on the bench outside an office door. "You idiot! " Jake hissed under his breath. "Why'd you have to shove more stuff in your bag? If the cops show, I'm screwed - I've got pills on me, and I'm already on probation! " His words stung, amplifying her panic. "Just play along, damn it - maybe we can still get out of this." Suddenly, one of the doors flew open, and a teenage girl stumbled out, her face streaked with tears. Someone shouted after her not to come back. Emma's anxiety spiked. She felt drained, desperate to escape - maybe even to sneak off and smoke something to dull the nightmare unfolding around her. "You, kid, head into that office over there, " one of the men said, pointing at Jake. "And you, miss, we've got some special questions for you." Jake stepped into the room labeled "Manager." Inside, a woman in her late thirties, dressed in a sharp blazer, sat behind a desk. The security guy followed him in. "Sit down, " she said, her voice cold and commanding. "We know what you're up to. We've been watching you for a while now. Those little stunts you've been pulling - filming in here without permission and posting it online - we're not fans. It stops now, and you're going to learn a lesson." The hulking guard snatched Jake's backpack and started rifling through it. "Hey, this is illegal! " Jake yelled, lunging for the bag. The guard swung a fist into his gut, dropping him to the floor. "Don't try anything stupid, kid. No witnesses, no backup - if you don't cooperate, we'll make this hell for you." "Look at this - a phone with a camera, and oh, what's this? Pills! " The guard waved a small baggie before handing the phone to the woman. She popped out the memory card and passed it to the guard, who left the room. "Alright, tough guy, " the woman said, leaning forward. "Time for a little chat." Outside, Emma sat waiting, the remaining guard's eyes raking over her. She tugged her jacket tighter over her chest, but his gaze lingered on her bare legs below her shorts. A thud came from the office, followed by Jake's muffled shout. The door swung open, and the big guy emerged, holding the memory card. "Get in there, sweetheart, " he barked. Emma slumped into a chair inside. The two men sat across from her at a desk, one tapping away at a computer. "You two are in deep - illegal recording, shoplifting, drug possession. When the cops get here, it's going to be a real mess for you. Shouldn't you be in class right now, anyway? It's a Tuesday." Her stomach twisted into a knot. Sweat beaded on her forehead. "Take off the jacket if you're hot, " the man at the computer said, his tone leaving no room for defiance. She shrugged it off, feeling their eyes crawl over her tank top and curves - predatory, possessive. "Quite a catch we've got here - nice figure, cute face. Too bad she's a thief and a junkie, " one of them sneered, edging closer. He perched on the desk in front of her, legs spread, his bulge impossible to ignore. The other grinned, oily and wide, as he finished at the computer and turned the screen toward her. "I'm your dirty little secret, " her voice purred from the speakers, her face on the footage smeared with something she couldn't bear to name, beaming with a twisted pride. Emma froze. "Now, kid, " the woman in the other office said, slotting a new memory card into Jake's phone and setting it on the desk, "we're going to make a video. Play nice, and you and your girlfriend might walk away." "What do you want from me? " Jake asked, curiosity overtaking his fear. She had a stern face, hair pulled back tight, and a no-nonsense air. For a woman in her late thirties, she was striking - faint lines around her eyes, bold red lipstick. She wore a crisp blouse under her blazer. She slid onto the edge of the desk in front of him, hiking up her skirt just enough to reveal the tops of her stockings. "If you do a good job pleasing me, we might skip the police, " she said, parting her legs to expose herself. Jake hesitated, then leaned in, his face brushing her warmth. She smelled faintly musky, but it didn't bother him. His tongue explored her, tentative at first, then with growing confidence. Back in the other room, Emma squirmed under the men's leering stares, the humiliating video looping on the screen. Her skimpy outfit felt like a betrayal now, leaving nothing to their imagination. "You little bitch, " one of them growled, undoing his pants and freeing himself. "Be sweet to us, and we might let this slide - but only if you're real good. We can see you're into it on that video. Prove it." She recoiled, but he stepped closer, his half-hard length dangling in front of her. "Look what I've got. It's gonna get bigger - bigger than your buddy's, too. Go on, touch it." Revulsion churned in her gut, but she forced herself to imagine Jake instead. Her hand closed around it, thick and pulsing. It disgusted her - the weight of it, the coarse hair on the man's thighs - but he groaned, clearly thrilled by her touch. It swelled in her hand, monstrously large, and to her shame, a flicker of curiosity sparked within her. Jake worked his tongue expertly, tracing and teasing the woman's sensitive spots. Her breath hitched, her hands gripping his hair, guiding him deeper. "Good boy, " she rasped. "Don't forget the rest." He hesitated, then gave in, letting his tongue roam lower, circling her with a mix of reluctance and arousal. She moaned, rocking against him, her fingers sliding under her skirt to join his efforts. Emma's ordeal escalated as the second man approached, shedding his pants and groping her chest. "Nice rack, " he muttered, tugging her top over her head. Her breasts spilled into his hands, and to her horror, her body responded, nipples hardening under his touch. "See? You like it, " the first man taunted, guiding her mouth toward him. She parted her lips, taking him in, her mind screaming as her body complied. Jake's face was slick with the woman's release when she finally shuddered and pushed him back. "Pants off, " she ordered, her composure barely regained. He stood, dripping and dazed, as she circled him. "I let you please me, and you're not even hard? " She grabbed him roughly, then whispered, "Stay still. If you handle this, you might get out of here." She knelt behind him, her hands exploring, then probing. He tensed as her finger pushed inside, a strange mix of discomfort and pleasure washing over him. Emma gagged as the men took turns, forcing themselves deeper, mocking her with every thrust. "Say you love it, " they demanded, and she choked out the words, tears stinging her eyes. They flipped her onto the desk, one pinning her down while the other spread her legs. "She's soaked, " he laughed, sliding into her. Shame burned through her, but her body betrayed her again, responding to their roughness. Jake groaned as the woman's fingers found a rhythm, pressing against something that sent jolts of ecstasy through him. He couldn't hold back - a thick drop escaped him, and she snapped, "Catch it! " Emma's cries grew desperate as the men pushed her limits, their hands and bodies overwhelming her. "Beg for it, " they snarled, and she did, lost in a haze of humiliation and unwanted desire. The woman straddled Jake's prone form on a tarp, her stockings framing her as she loomed above. "Drink what I give you, and you're free, " she said. A warm stream hit his hands, then his face, and he swallowed, the taste searing into his memory. "Clean up and get out, " she said when it was over. "Stay away from Emma, or this video goes public." Emma collapsed, spent and sticky, as the men finished with her. One handed her a USB drive. "Take this. It'll show you what your boyfriend's really like. Go home and rethink your life." Jake fled without a backward glance. Emma stumbled out later, clutching the drive, alone. In her office, the woman dialed a number. "Mr. Harris? It's done. Emma's ditching that loser and the drugs. She'll turn things around - trust me."

4 min·Mar 10

I'd slept like crap that night and decided to grab a glass of water from the kitchen. With it in hand, I wandered into the living room, cracked the window open, and flicked on the TV. Nothing but garbage was on, so I peered out at the street, hoping for something interesting. Just as I was about to call it quits and head back to bed, a light snapped on in the house across the way. A couple was going at it, full throttle. I killed the TV and nudged the blinds apart for a better view. The woman was perched on the windowsill, facing away from me, getting pounded hard by her guy. My shorts tightened as I sprang to life. I ditched them quick and started stroking myself, lost in the fantasy that I was the one railing her. Sure, my fiancée was just a room away, but she was out cold, and here I was, working my shaft. I could faintly hear the woman's moans, her blonde hair bouncing wild. Then they switched it up. Now she was kneeling on the sill, pressing her full chest against the glass. They weren't as big as my fiancée's, but a solid B-cup, easy. I jerked harder, feeling the pressure build, ready to blow - when a hand grabbed my balls and squeezed. I whipped around, startled, and there was my fiancée, standing behind me. She had on this sheer little nightgown, no underwear, the works. She glanced at what I was up to, cleared her throat, and said, "You think it's cool to spy on random couples screwing? " I froze, looked down at my throbbing self, then up at her. "I was just so turned on, and you were asleep..." I didn't get further - she yanked me close and shoved her tongue in my mouth. The tip of me brushed her flimsy nightgown, and I was pulsing again. She slid the straps off her shoulders, letting it drop, standing there naked. Her hands wrapped around me, pumping me back to full size. She tugged the skin back 'til it stung a little and flicked her tongue over the head. I sank onto the couch, and she followed, taking me in her mouth. We stretched out along the cushions, her ass hiked up high. I was close again, but this time I pulled back. I flipped her over so she faced the window, bent her over the armrest, and eased my rock-hard length into her tight heat from behind. She let out a soft moan and pushed the blinds wider to watch the show across the street. I thrust harder, deeper, and soon her body clenched around me. I slid out of her dripping core, spit on my fingers, and rubbed it around her backdoor along with her own wetness. Then I pressed in, gripping her hips as I sank into her ass. She gasped, loud and wild, as I moved inside her. My fingers found her clit, teasing, and she came again, squeezing me even tighter. She lurched forward, flipped onto her back, and told me to slide between her heavy breasts. She mashed them together, and I started thrusting, her tongue darting out to catch me now and then. Through a gap in the blinds, I could see the neighbors still going strong, and it fueled me. "Come on, drench me, you horny bastard! " she growled. I felt it surging, and seconds later, I unloaded - all over her chest, her face, some in her hair. She smeared it across her skin, eyes hazy, and stared at me. "Next time you're worked up, come to me - don't jerk off to strangers, got it? " I nodded, crystal clear, and watched her saunter back to bed.

10 min·Oct 26

My name is Emily, I'm 32 years old and months ago I divorced my ex-husband, the reasons? Well, his arrogance and lack of attention to me added to the monotony of our relationship made us take that decision, the outcome was not peaceful, we both argued, we yelled at each other and we even threw things at each other... The truth is that I don't regret anything having separated from that ungrateful man. But what I will tell you today is not about my failed relationship, but about my best sexual experience so far. After about a week of divorce I decided to take the plunge and renew my sex life, with my ex-husband I hardly had sex and the times we had it did not leave me satisfied, it was more profitable for me to masturbate with a dildo than to fuck him. I had been talking for a few days with a childhood friend, a boy who used to be my neighbor named Tyrell, a boy of black complexion whose parents had moved from the United States to Spain. Actually I had always kept in touch with him since we liked each other very much, but since the divorce this contact had increased and now it was more frequent. And besides, I must confess that I was always attracted to him somehow, he was very strong and maybe he was not the most handsome of all but he was very cute and attractive, in fact during my adolescence I had fantasized about him, with his big cock sticking it all the way inside me having passionate sex, I was trapped by him. We decided to meet one night to go to a disco, I was clear about my goal, to have sex with him. I got ready, I put on a tight little dress, my appearance was as follows: Long dark hair and light brown eyes, a small mouth, but with full lips, with not very big breasts but compensated with a well shaped ass since I attended the gym and yoga classes so my body was very athletic and somewhat slim. The dress made me have a slim waist while widening my hips and cutting just below my buttocks making it very easy to lift it up and leave my ass in the air. I matched my dress with some black heels and a dark bag in which I left some lubricant for the occasion. And for more sluttiness, I decided to go without underwear, I was clear about my goal. Hours before meeting he told me that maybe a friend of his was coming, I was a little worried because I did not want it to be an impediment, I wanted to spend the night with him but despite my concern I accepted. It was already night and he came to pick me up by car, I got in the back since his friend was in the passenger seat, finally I could see Tyrell in person, he was more handsome than I remembered and had very wide arms, his friend was not bad either, both were well groomed and I have to say that I was feeling a very lucky woman for that situation. Already in the disco, after a couple of drinks to loosen up I started to approach Tyrell dancing next to him and sticking my body with his as much as possible in different ways but especially bitching him, and not only to him but I also allowed myself to do it with his friend who was called Tobias, I let myself go with both men of dark complexion and strong, dancing, joining my tits with their bodies or seducing them with my movements. In one of those moments I approached Tyrell and we started kissing while he and Tobias ran their hands over my ass, grabbing it, spanking it gently and slowly lifting my little dress, the three of us decided to take the next step. We got in the car, Tyrell was driving, Tobias and I stayed behind to kiss, he took off the top of my dress to touch my breasts while I stroked his huge hard cock over my pants, then I pulled them down along with his boxers and saw his erect penis, black and almost as big as my forearm, I took the whole thing in my mouth. I was giving him a blowjob while he pulled my hair aside and pushed my head so that his cock would go deeper, it was so long and fat that it didn't go all the way in, I was gagging from how deep it was going in, leaving my dick full of drool, but I kept on going at the same fast pace. The whole ride I had his cock in my mouth. When we got to the apartment and were already inside the three of us took off all our clothes, I saw Tyrell's cock that was just as big as his friend's, Tyrell lay down on the couch, I threw myself on his cock to suck it with the same intensity as the previous time. Tobias as he shoved his cock, which was still lubricated with my drool, up my pussy. The situation was surreal to me, it was like an erotic dream: I was eating my childhood friend's cock while his other friend grabbed my hips and fucked me hard, shoving his long cock deep inside my pussy, I was unable not to moan, I was in ecstasy of the pleasure I was experiencing, I had never been fucked like this before and this was just the beginning. Then we did an exchange, I went back to sucking Tobias's cock while Tyrell thrust and pushed me with all his strength while pulling my body against his, at this point my lips were so wet that they did not oppose any resistance on his big dick, the pounding of my ass against his hips could be heard throughout the room while my moans were hidden because my mouth was occupied with the other's cock. After finishing on the couch, we went to the bedroom, Tobias lay down, I got on top of him and after kissing him I put his cock inside my vagina, Tyrell was behind me, he used the lubricant that was in my bag, he passed his lubricated fingers through my anus getting them inside me while lubricating his cock and began to slowly introduce his cock in my ass, I could not believe what was happening, the sensations I was feeling and the sexual satisfaction I was experiencing. I could feel both cocks penetrating me at the same time, one going out and the other going in, opening both my orifices and causing me a slight pain that was disguised by the excitement I was experiencing. My sweaty body was being burst by those two blacks that were breaking me to my soul, Tyrell's cock was entering whole inside my ass feeling it inside my rectum, I was no longer conscious and just enjoying that wonderful experience. I moaned in pleasure, gasped in pain and begged for "more more more more" accompanying it with yeses every time they increased the pace and gave me harder, they called me a whore used me like a little doll and pulled my hair but I loved it. It all concluded with an orgasm and a squirting that left the whole bed wet and my legs shaking. I was almost crying with pleasure, but I was not finished yet. Tobias put me on the edge of the bed in missionary position, spread my legs, poured lubricant on my pussy, my anus and on his cock and without any precautions he penetrated my anus with his long penis. He played with my body as he pleased, increasing and decreasing the rhythm, pulling my hips towards his and pounding me with every thrust he gave, putting his penis completely inside me. I couldn't even keep my eye sockets in position from all the pleasure I was experiencing. Tyrell for his part was masturbating lying on the bed. He had certainly fulfilled my teenage fantasy, but in a spectacular and very surreal way. After a while of hard and accelerated penetrations Tobias took it out, Tyrell came and put it back in my ass restarting the accelerated pace that had his partner leaving him masturbating in front of me. We were like that for quite a while, while they switched back and forth to use my ass I was sticking my fingers in my pussy to masturbate and give me even more excitement than I was feeling until without warning I had another squirting while Tyrell was pumping me, he came up to my pussy and put his face in front of my squirt, then Tobias came and I soaked him the same way. I was exhausted, but they continued to use me like the submissive I was. Tyrell lifted me up with his huge arms, I hugged him, he shoved his penis up my vagina and Tobias shoved it into my anus while he grabbed my waist. Both strong men were pulling me up and down to get their cocks in and out of my orifices, I had nothing to do but enjoy the moment, feel my wet holes being violently drilled by them and moan like I never had before. My body was bouncing, I had no control over it, it was up to them to decide whether to shove it in deeper or faster, I was experiencing the best pleasure a woman could experience. "I'm going to cum" said Tobias, I replied "mails inside me" and they did. Tobias cum inside my ass, I felt his cock throbbing as he filled my rectum with his hot cum. Tyrell continued to penetrate me more eagerly after his friend pulled it out of my ass, I kissed him and then Tyrell and so on repeatedly until finally my childhood friend cum inside my vagina filling me with his cum. He left me on the floor, I lay down on the bed and felt the cum coming out of my orifices from both men who lay down next to me to kiss me, touch my sweaty body and tell me things like "how good you fuck" or "how hot you are". My night ended with a shower, I went to bed to sleep with my two men to wake up the next morning bursting. But, even so, no one was going to take away the satisfaction I experienced that night, I felt alive again and definitely, that was not going to be my last time letting myself be blown by those two.

5 min·Oct 18

You have now met my sister-in-law. Yes, we had a relationship. And it was a wonderful time. The danger we kept taking. We lived in the same neighborhood. And some of you may have seen us disappearing into each other's houses. Nevertheless, we didn't miss the opportunity to tease, provoke and challenge each other. So it happened that she came to visit me in the course of the morning. Sitting on the balcony, drinking coffee and chatting. At least that's what I thought. Her appearance alone that day was telling. She was wearing a summer dress. Her figure was very attractive. She had a somewhat sturdy build, a very attractive ass and breasts that were simply delicious. Large and beautifully shaped. I just have to say that. Anyway, you could see that there wasn't much fabric under the dress. And if there was, then the thong was very fine. Apart from the straps, I couldn't see a bra either. Due to their size, the breasts didn't stand up like small breasts, but as I said, they were shaped in such a way that you could still see her nipples when they stood up. On this day, they stood up several times. Sometime between the 2nd and 3rd cup of coffee, I plucked up my courage and went on the offensive. I just didn't want to believe that she was wearing a dress like that. I stood up as if to go into the apartment, caught another glimpse of her cleavage from above and then simply kissed her. She returned my kiss and we indulged in this kiss briefly before I moved on and disappeared under her dress with my hand, she immediately spread her legs and let me have my way. I quickly found her pussy and could quickly feel her getting wet under my touch. She slid a little further forward on the chair and spread her legs a little wider. I took my free hand and slipped the strap of her dress off her shoulder. Her tits emerged and her nipples were already standing up. I let go of her lips and searched for her nipples with my tongue. I finally wanted to kiss them, play with them, spoil them. My tongue lapped at her nipples while I sucked her breasts in with my lips. She enjoyed my touch and let me have my way for quite a while before she started touching me. My baggy pants had large leg openings where her hand slipped in easily. My cock had been standing there the whole time, eagerly waiting to be massaged. Hesitant at first, she grabbed my cock more firmly and began to massage it according to her desire. I briefly considered getting a blowjob, but to be honest I was so horny that I just wanted to fuck her. So I took off her dress, pulled my pants down and pulled her ass forward on the chair. She didn't resist and held on to the chair when my cock was finally in front of her pussy. I looked at her briefly and she signaled to me that she wanted it too. My cock penetrated her and I felt so horny. Indescribable. I thrust my cock into her again and again and enjoyed the sight that presented itself to me. Her breasts bounced in time, she kept her legs spread and she began to moan out her pleasure quietly. I have to say, I was a little afraid that she might moan out loud. But she kept her mouth shut with her own hand while I kept penetrating her. My thrusts were sometimes fast and sometimes slow. And I had to control myself several times not to cum right away. And I also had to find out where I was squirting first. Every now and then I licked her nipples, which were standing up so beautifully, and she became a little more aroused as a result, which I could tell from her increasingly wet pussy. As I was fucking her, I suddenly felt my cock swell a little more and I was probably about to cum. My sister-in-law, who had apparently had more than one orgasm, must have sensed my thoughts. She slid her ass backwards so that my cock slipped out of her beautiful wet pussy. I looked at her a little horrified, but she immediately grabbed it with her hand, sat down and continued massaging my cock until I was able to squirt out my white juice. The first and second gushes landed on her tits, which she pushed upwards with her free hand. The rest dripped down her hand onto the floor. A little exhausted, I leaned forward and kissed her while I briefly fingered her again, which she gladly put up with. We then both went into the bathroom and cleaned ourselves. She then finished her coffee and left without saying goodbye.

6 min·Sep 28

One interesting thing about my profession is that every five years you have to retrain and prove your qualifications. This time the training was in winter, in our regional center. I stayed in a small rather modest hotel, in a single room with a refrigerator and a shower. However, I am an unassuming person and it was enough for me. The days passed monotonously. I did not make any new acquaintances and in the evenings I either walked or hung out on the Internet. After living in this way for two weeks, I was frankly bored. In one of the evenings, coming back from study, I met my colleague who had also come to study. It promised some socializing. I had no illusions about a romance, rather I didn't even think about it. Emilia was a woman of very strict behavior, to some extent even a man-hater. She raised two daughters on her own. Her husband cheated on her when she was pregnant. Emilia could not forgive the affair and they separated. As it turned out later she continued to love him, but the restoration of relations was out of the question. The woman was very good-looking and many men, knowing her social status, made attempts to hit on her, but were rebuffed. In her thirty-two years Emilia blossomed exactly mature, feminine beauty. Medium height, short-cropped blonde, with green eyes and sensual plump lips. Her chiseled figure was complemented by rather large breasts, which she tried to disguise with shapeless sweaters. I certainly noted these moments for myself, but no more than that. Lana was very pleasant to talk to, unless it was about relationships. This is kind of a preface to the story that happened to us. In order to brighten up a long winter evening I invited Emilia to have dinner in my room. She agreed, warning me not to do anything stupid. The dinner ordered in the room arrived, I set the table and at the agreed time we started dinner. Emilia was as always amazing in her erudition and our communication was interesting and informative. Time passed, and we had already drunk a couple of bottles of delicious pomegranate wine. And it seemed like it was time break it up. I suddenly thought, what if she was counting on sex and I didn't even make an attempt? When we had already gotten up from the table, I stepped towards her and hugged her shoulders. She turned around abruptly and hugged me around the neck. Her eyes were closed and her lips were waiting for a kiss. We kissed long and passionately, my hands roaming over her soft body. After a few minutes, the shapeless sweater was on the chair, and I could see her gorgeous breasts, her nipples erect with excitement. I picked Emilia up in my arms and laid her on the bed, kissing her neck and tits, occasionally sucking and gently tweaking her nipples. She was pushing me away or hugging me, incessantly repeating no and can't, I can't, and so on. The passion that erupted between us burned like wildfire and I couldn't stop, and I didn't want to. Soon Emilia's jeans and panties were tossed aside. I was completely naked by then. Despite all the passion, she didn't give me a chance to insert my dick, constantly wriggling underneath me. I was about to give up when she pushed me away, looking at me with a crazy look, and after a couple of moments she settled on my cock. Emilia began to greedily and intensely thrust herself onto it as far as she could. She moaned loudly and sweetly, giving herself up completely to her feelings and emotions. And all of this, was the unapproachable Lana. When she reached the peak of pleasure, she arched up, digging her nails into my chest and cumming violently. As she continued to shudder, Lana covered her face with her hands and fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily and spreading her thighs wide. I immediately got on top of her and started fucking hard this beautiful, previously unapproachable female, who now belonged to me. Emilia was actively thrusting, keeping up the pace and moaning languidly. After a few sharp, deep thrusts, I cum inside her pussy and collapsed exhaustedly beside her. Breathing out, we merged in a tender, long kiss. Afterward, Emilia took a shower. I stayed on the bed, coming to my senses after what had happened. A few minutes later, my guest came out of the shower wrapped in a large bath towel. Her cheeks were flaming with embarrassment, and she tried not to look at me. I got up from the bed, gently put my arm around her shoulders, and we merged again in a tender kiss. The towel had fallen to the floor, and there was nothing to stop me from caressing her soft, beautiful body. My cock rested against her belly, letting her know that I wanted her again. Suddenly, Emilia knelt down and passionately began giving me a blowjob. It was just magical. She was bringing me almost to orgasm, caressing my cock and balls with her hands, tongue and lips, and then she paused. This sweet torture got me so turned on that I held her head with my hands and literally fucked her mouth, making me cum rather quickly. Emilia swallowed my cum and gently squeezed my balls and began to suck every last drop out.. Then pushed me up on the bed and gently licked my fallen cock and balls. After that, we caressed each other gently until we fell asleep. Early in the morning, Lana, trying not to wake me, got dressed and went to her room.

4 min·Sep 19

You've seen those women in their forties who go to the gym and that even if they have a little bit of belly, they're still very hot and if you put them on all fours you can get into them like a horse. I don't care if they call me an old lady eater because the only thing I want to do with my 25 years is to stick my dick in every woman who crosses my path. As I was telling you when I went to the gym I met two women who were friends and who I thought were really hot, so I told them things and they played dumb telling me that I could be their son and I didn't care if I could be their son or their grandson, I wanted to fuck them, so I kept insisting and one day I took one of them to my apartment and it was spectacular because she was sucking my dick for a long time and she told me that her husband didn't have a big dick like mine. Then I put her on all fours and I entered her like a horse and the woman was really cool with me and let me cum inside her and as I was really horny with her and her friend I exploded and I must have expelled half a liter of milk inside her pussy. What happened then is that at the gym we were very affectionate and her friend did not understand anything, she asked us several times "what's going on with you" because all that day we were half attached and when we were not doing exercises I grabbed her waist and touched her a little not to say that I rested my bulge on her ass. Then I took her back to my place and we fucked like rabbits again but this time she let me come in her mouth. A few days later the friend found out about the things we were doing in my apartment because the other one told her and then she said to her in a slutty voice "I also want a man like that and to do those things to me too" and I reacted to her request and said "if you want you can join us" and the woman spoke to me again in a slutty voice and said "ok". Then we left the gym and went to my apartment. We got there and we sat on the couch, me in the middle and them one on each side. I started kissing them and touching each one's tits and then I pulled down my pants and they started sucking my cock between them and it was quite a show how they were eating my cock, they were two milfs desperate to suck a dick. Then I pulled down their tights, put their little asses side by side and started to fuck them alternately, several times I had to slow down a little because I was very excited to have two big asses in front of me. I couldn't hold on for long though, I let myself be carried away by the pleasure and I ended up inside one of them. Then they cleaned my dick with a blowjob and left satisfied with having fucked me. Then it became customary for the three of them to go to my apartment after gym to spend some time fucking.

15 min·Aug 28

Saturday evening. After a relaxing day so far, you treat yourself to a pleasantly warm bubble bath. You take your time relaxing, thinking that I'm watching the sports show. But what you don't know is that I'm not watching sports. I'm in the bedroom getting a few things ready for an exciting evening together. First of all, I cover our love nest with a new sheet and place a few nice things on it, two pairs of restraints, a feather, a paddle, a vibrator and a butter-fly. I have bathed the bedroom in a suitable light with a few candles. Shortly after I've finished, I hear the bathroom door open. Since you were expecting me to be engrossed in colorful soccer pictures in the living room, you stride naked through the hallway and open the bedroom door. You look in in amazement and call me, but I don't answer. You call my name repeatedly and take a step into the room. As you are now so far away from the bedroom door that I can touch you with it, I close it, startling you a little but not looking back, I have hidden behind it and now stand directly behind you. The scent of vanilla hits my nose, your shampoo something with vanilla. I like this scent. I place my left hand on your left shoulder, I can feel your goose bumps. The index finger of my right hand runs down your spine. You lean your head back on your neck and let out a soft hmmm. My left hand moves down your arm and grabs your hand. My right index finger moves back up and away from your body, and I remove my left hand from you too. I reach for a blindfold that I have draped on the shelf and place it in front of your face. You turn your head slightly and smile at me. I smile back and start to put the blindfold on you, you take your hands and support my actions so that the blindfold completely restricts your view and you can enjoy my touch. I knot the straps behind your head and run them over your shoulders and down both sides of your arms. I take you by the hand and lead you towards the bed, once there I turn you around and move from your shoulders over your breastbone over your breasts, your nipples are already standing up slightly so that I can easily get them hard with my finger, alternately I run my fingers over them and make sure that they stay hard, while I grab the nipple clamp chain from the bedside table and fasten it with a little hiss on your part. I turn you around again and gently push your upper body down, you bend down and feel my right hand on your right buttock, with my left hand I reach past you and grab the paddle lying on the bed, I change my hand and run the paddle up your right thigh. When you feel the cold leather, you let out an ooh. I run it over your bottom and circle your body with it. When you seem to be enjoying it, I let the paddle explode with a slight bang on your bottom. You bend your knees slightly and push your bottom upwards, your body screams give me more. I run the paddle over your back after the smack and back towards your bottom, a second smack and the associated sound fills the bedroom. You moan again, a slight imprint can be seen. I drive down through your butt crease between your thighs. You open your legs a little wider and I hear you take a deep breath. When I hear you exhale, I let the paddle explode on your bottom a third time, this time a little harder than the first two strokes. Again, the paddle leaves a slight reddening. This time, however, I run my warm hand over the treated area after the blow. When I ask you if you like it, you just nod and continue to breathe calmly. I ask you to stand up again, but as I feel it's taking too long, I do a double stroke with the paddle and now there are marks on both buttocks. When you are standing again, I run the paddle over your arms and turn you over again. You are standing in front of me with your nipples as hard as a rock. I like the sight of the nipple chain, I say to you and run my left hand over your cheek. I step very close to you and quietly ask you to lie down in the middle of the bed. You follow my words and make your way to the middle of the bed. As you do so, I attach the end of a restraint to the left side of the headboard and ask you to give me your arm. You follow my instructions and I close the restraints on your wrist, following the same pattern on the right side. I stand at the foot of the bed and pass over your lower legs, first on the right then on the left I tie a rope and open your legs even further by attaching the rope to the bottom of the bedpost. After you are properly secured, I step to your right side and run my hand over your cheeks, over your neck, your upper body up to the clamped nipple, I grab the chain and pull it up slightly, the nipples are pulled up a little, a hiss comes out of your mouth. You don't want to say that you don't like it, I ask a little sternly. You shake your head and a no, I like it escapes your mouth. That's nice, I say and pull a little more on the chain, stretching your nipples a little longer. You squirm a little, but the shackles and ropes make it almost impossible for you to move your arms and legs. I grab the feather I've prepared for myself and run it over your right hand out your arm towards your neck, I bend and run the end of the feather over your cheek. Then it goes back down the same way over your neck, your chest, to your still hard nipples. I continue over your stomach to the beginning of your pubic area. I stop there briefly and move in small circles over your stomach. You acknowledge the touch of the feather with barely audible moans. I ride further down, very slowly and carefully the spring touches your right leg, which I ride down. When I reach your foot, I change sides and ride upwards on the left at a similar speed. I deliberately leave out your private parts. I move back over your stomach, over the nipple chain to your left arm and the feather disappears again over your hand. After a short moment, you feel the cold leather of the paddle again. You like the coolness and it gives you goose bumps, I can feel them, also because my fingertips are touching your stomach. I ride the paddle the same way I did a few moments before with the feather. But when I've finished, I let it explode very lightly onto your private parts. You squirm and breathe in and out a little harder. Because of your squirming, you don't immediately notice that I've sat down between your thighs in the meantime. My fingers touch your private parts and run up and down the outside of your labia. Your breathing quickens a little. My fingers keep running up and down your lips. Suddenly, I take my fingers from you and just a moment later I slowly and carefully insert them between my lips, just the tips of my fingers. I can feel a wonderful wetness on you. You enjoy what I'm doing and moan again. My thumb parts your lips at the top and presses your bud, first lightly and then with a little more pressure. I can feel on my fingers that my actions are causing your nectar production to begin and my fingers are getting wetter and wetter. I massage your bud more and more firmly and slowly but firmly insert first one and then another finger into you. I move them in and out and enjoy your movements, which seem uncontrolled when I press firmly on your bud. I lower my head and gently kiss my way up your thighs until I reach my fingers and replace my thumb with my tongue. Very slowly, I run it downwards and part your lips with it. In the meantime, I have taken my fingers from you and placed them on the sides of your breasts, which I gently massage without touching the nipple chain. While gently massaging your breasts, I remove the clamp from the right nipple and run it down your stomach over your freshly shaved genital area. I part your shiny lips with the clamp and enjoy your hot breath that my touch triggers in you. After two or three ups and downs, I remove the clamp again and attach it to your cheeky pearl a tiny moment later. Right at this moment you explode for the first time. Your loud cries of pleasure fill the bedroom. After the first waves of your first explosion have rolled over you, I remove the clamp from both your left nipple and your pearl. You breathe more slowly and calmly again. Good girl, I say to you and place my warm hand on your vulva. I feel your twitching on my hand, bend over you a little and kiss my way up your belly to your breasts, my hand follows my mouth and my second hand joins in. I move sideways to your breasts and place my fingers underneath. With my teeth I nibble alternately on your still hard nipples. My hard phallus touches your left thigh and makes you sigh softly. Slowly and gently, I cover your breasts with kisses as I lift myself off you and take my hands off you. I reach for the butterfly which is waiting to be used a little away from your feet on the bed. I touch your lower right leg with it and watch your reaction on your face. You seem to sense something and you appear to relax. I continue to run it up your leg and down the other leg over your wet honey pot. When I reach your foot, I use the remote control to activate the first and gentlest stage of the little playmate and move your thigh up again until I reach the Butterfly's destination. I slowly drive it between your beautiful lips and let the tip slide into you. Bit by bit, I guide the little trembling thing into you until it is completely inside you and the butterfly wings nestle against you on the left and right. I slide off the bed and sit down on the armchair at the head of the bed. I press the remote control and the vibrations of my assistant become a little stronger. I lean towards you and run my index finger over your mouth, you open your lips and let it enter your mouth. You suck on it like a little calf. I slowly slide a second finger into your mouth, the Butterfly buzzes quietly and seemingly happily. One press on the remote control and the speed increases slightly. A second click and the vibration turns into a thrust. Your sucking on my fingers becomes wildly faster and wilder. Take my fingers out of your mouth and spread your saliva around your nipples, which immediately stand up again. Come very close to yours with my mouth and run my tongue over your lips, slowly guide it into yours and let our tongues dance together. I let you enjoy this for a long time. I increase the vibration and twitching of the butterfly from time to time to slowly but surely lead you to the second evening explosion. To reach my goal, I reach into a small bowl on the bedside table and let the condensation from the ice cube drip onto your breasts and run the ice cube I have in my fingers around your nipples. Just before the ice cube has melted on your heated body, you explode a second time. As the second wave of orgasm rolls over you, I slowly remove the butterfly from you and grab some of the pre-warmed massage oil that I have provided. I let some of the oil drip onto your breasts and begin to gently and carefully spread the oil over your upper body. You slowly recover from your second climax and enjoy my continued caresses. A small trickle of oil runs down your upper body to the left and right. I run my hands there and spread the oil underneath on your stomach. I let some oil drip onto your thighs and spread it over your thighs and down to your feet. I run the oil up your legs again, over your thighs to your paradise. I spread the oil there too. My fingers now find their way into your honey pot more and more often. My fingertips run up and down your lips. My two thumbs lie to the left and right of your bud. My thumbs draw a tighter and tighter circle around it. While four of my fingers are inside you, both thumbs are massaging your bud. You didn't notice during your climax that I had released the ankle cuffs so that I could simply push your legs upwards. I kneel close to you and my phallus touches your oiled pearl. I remove my fingers from you and guide the tip of my hard phallus into your beautifully glistening love cave. Bit by bit, I push my hard loss between your wet lips. My oiled hands run over your stomach up to your breasts. Your nipples immediately stand up again and I massage them back to full hardness. Now my pelvis touches your pelvis and we are very close together. Slowly I pull my hard friend out of you bit by bit, only to sink it back into you straight away. I repeat this game and get faster each time. When I have reached a comfortable rhythm, I move one hand back down to your pearl and massage it gently. I thrust hard at irregular intervals and the sound of our pools banging loudly lights up our bedroom. I thrust faster and harder, your breathing quickens again and your third climax is not long in coming. But just before we approach our climax together, I stop. After a pause, I thrust faster and harder than ever before. It doesn't take much longer and we come together. I can feel your contractions on my hard phallus - it feels like you're milking me with your love cave. After I have injected all my love juice into you with the last light thrusts, I sink exhausted on top of you. Between our heated bodies, some of my sweat runs down your oiled body. After a brief moment, my now flaccid penis slips out of you. I stand up again and let my hands slide over your stomach back down to your thighs. Run my hands up your entire body, over your neck to your face. I remove the blindfold, smile at you and ask you if you enjoyed it. You smile back and reply that of course I enjoyed it.