#Anal fingering

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

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

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."