#Big Dick

I'd been working at the electronics store for over two years when my coworker, Mia, celebrated her birthday. Our manager, Lucas, who lived alone in a sleek downtown loft, offered to host the party. A few months earlier, I'd had a wild night at the storage unit after hours, fulfilling part of my boyfriend Noah's fantasy of watching me with multiple guys. Since then, Noah and his friend Jace had been hooking up with me whenever the mood struck. It was about four months after the company's Halloween rager, where my two supervisors, Gavin and Seth, had taken me after the party. We all planned to head to Lucas's place for Mia's bash. It was a spontaneous thing, so most of us were still in our black-and-red store uniforms. We left work at 7: 30 PM and carpooled to the party. The loft was buzzing with music, drinks, and laughter. By 1 AM, Noah texted to check on me, and I giggled, slurring, "I'm fine, babe - be home soon." My coworkers overheard and, sensing I was about to bounce, poured me a few more shots of bourbon. We were all pretty tipsy, and the other women had trickled out, leaving just me and Mia, the birthday girl. Mia was a bit younger, short, with thick curves and a round ass that the guys always noticed. I'm petite too, but leaner, with a tight frame that seemed to draw stares. Our uniforms - black slacks and red polos - were snug. My pants clung to my hips, accentuating every curve, and my polo hugged my chest, hinting at my perky breasts. That night, Lucas and Gavin, the supervisors who'd already had me, plus four other coworkers, kept tossing flirty comments my way. When I said I'd leave but wanted to dance with everyone first, their eyes lit up. At work, I'm all professionalism-nobody suspects my secret hookups with the bosses or that I've been with multiple guys. So, when I let my guard down, it was like flipping a switch, and they were all in. One coworker, Tyler, called out, "Don't leave, Ava, you're keeping the party alive! " The energy got electric, and another guy, Nate, said, "Damn, your tits look amazing in that shirt." The bourbon had me bold, so I smirked and teased, "Oh, you think so? " He grinned, saying, "Hell yeah, they're perfect." Someone yelled a dumb viral phrase, "Tits for the team! " and I laughed, my fingers drifting to my polo. I popped open the buttons, letting my breasts spill free, and gave them a playful shake. Gavin, the supervisor who often drives me home, stepped up first, his hands grazing my chest as he leaned in and whispered, "We're all gonna fuck you tonight, Ava." The words sent a jolt through me, memories of the storage unit flooding back. I met his gaze, smirking, and said, "Big talk - let's see." Turning to the others, I purred, "What, you guys don't want in? I've got plenty to go around." There were seven guys, but one was Mia's fling, and they'd slipped off, probably to a hotel. That left six, their eyes burning with lust. They taunted, "You think you can take us all? " I licked my lips, scanning them, and said, "Guess we'll find out - what do you think? " They didn't know how wild I could be. Hands reached for me, tugging at my clothes. I stood in the center, my fingers brushing their bulges, and one by one, they unzipped, their hard cocks springing free. I wrapped my hands around them, stroking slowly. It had been over two years since that insane night at the storage unit. Seeing six throbbing dicks, all for me, sent heat pooling between my thighs. I dropped to my knees, taking Tyler's cock first, my tongue swirling around the tip before I sucked him deep, my lips stretching as I bobbed. Hands roamed my body, squeezing my ass, pinching my nipples. Someone - Nate, I think-slid fingers into my soaked pussy, curling them just right, making me moan around the cock in my mouth. I moved to the next, Lucas's thick shaft, slurping eagerly while the others stroked themselves, watching. Lucas and Gavin, flexing their supervisor status, claimed me first. Lucas sat on the couch, pulling me onto his lap. I straddled him, sinking onto his cock, gasping as he filled my tight pussy. My hips rocked, grinding slow and deep, each thrust sending sparks through me. I turned to Gavin, my voice husky, and said, "You too - get in my ass." His eyes widened, but he didn't hesitate, moving behind me. I leaned forward, still riding Lucas, and felt Gavin's slick tip 2D or 3D. Gavin spit on his cock, rubbing it against my asshole. I stilled, letting him ease in, inch by inch, stretching me until I was impossibly full. The others watched, jaws dropped, as I took both cocks at once. One guy, Dylan, muttered, "Holy shit, this is like a fucking porno." With Lucas in my pussy and Gavin in my ass, I started moving, my body finding a rhythm. The sensation was overwhelming - two thick cocks sliding in and out, rubbing against each other through the thin wall inside me. I moaned like a bitch in heat, my voice raw, "Fuck, you assholes - I'm your slut, use me! " That set them off. They pounded me, Lucas gripping my hips, Gavin's hands digging into my waist. My tits bounced with each thrust, and I reached out, grabbing Nate's cock, jerking him off while I rode. The others crowded closer, their hands everywhere-tugging my hair, slapping my ass, pinching my nipples until I screamed. The guys took turns, swapping places. Tyler and Nate went next, flipping me onto my back on the couch. Tyler slid into my pussy, his thrusts deep and relentless, while Nate pushed into my ass, slower but just as hard. My body shook, stretched to its limits, but I loved it. I reached for Dylan, sucking his cock, my tongue flicking the underside as he groaned. The others stroked themselves, waiting their turn. My pussy clenched around Tyler as I came, a shuddering orgasm that left me gasping, but they didn't stop. Nate's thrusts grew erratic, and he pulled out, shooting hot cum across my ass. Tyler followed, filling my pussy, his groans mixing with my whimpers. The last two, Jake and Sam, wanted their shot. They positioned me on all fours, Jake in my pussy, Sam in my ass. Jake was rough, slamming into me so hard my body jolted forward with each thrust, my clit grinding against his pelvis. Sam matched him, his cock stretching my already sore ass, but the pain melted into pleasure. I was lost, a moaning, writhing mess, my body theirs. Dylan stepped up, shoving his cock in my mouth, and I sucked greedily, gagging as he hit the back of my throat. My fourth orgasm hit, my pussy and ass clenching around them, and they lost it. Jake came hard, flooding my pussy, while Sam pulled out, spraying my back. Dylan finished in my mouth, and I swallowed, licking my lips as I collapsed. I was a mess, cum dripping from my pussy, ass, and chin, my body trembling. They'd done everything they'd probably jerked off to while ringing up customers beside me. They never dreamed they'd all fuck me together. I lay there, spent, on Lucas's couch, their cum pooling beneath me. After a bit, I mumbled I had to go. It was nearly 3: 30 AM. Gavin, who lives nearby, offered to drive me. In the car, he grinned and said, "Ava, you're a fucking legend - we need this again." I smirked, wiping smudged lipstick from my face, and said, "Keep your mouths shut - and I'll be your party slut whenever you want." Noah was passed out when I got home, oblivious to the state I was in. A couple of days later, he asked about the party. I showed him a blurry photo Lucas snapped-my polo unbuttoned, tits out, grinning like a fiend. Noah went feral, fucking me hard as I whispered how I'd been their whore. Now, at every work event, I go solo. Lucas and Gavin can't get enough of my wild side, and after most parties, they whisk me to their place or a cheap motel. I text Noah I'll be late, then spill every detail later, showing him the photos or grainy videos they take. I'm their slut-bosses, coworkers, all of them - and I fucking love it.

On Fridays, my dad always hosted a get-together with his buddies. They'd lock themselves in the basement den, cracking open beers and laughing over card games, while my stepmom headed out with her girlfriends for cocktails. My stepsister and I usually ended up at college parties or grabbing late-night burgers with friends. I'd met both my parents' crews plenty of times, and I couldn't deny the heat that flared up whenever I saw Mark, my dad's closest friend. He was older, ruggedly handsome, with broad shoulders that screamed gym hours and a trimmed beard that framed his jaw just right. I'd fantasize about him scooping me up in those strong arms. He always smelled like cedar and spice, and I didn't care if he caught me staring. Whenever I greeted him, I'd tilt my head just enough to brush the corner of his lips with mine, and he'd play along, pulling me in by the waist until I was pressed against him. It happened every time, like our little unspoken game. That Friday, I decided to skip the usual plans. I was restless, buzzing with energy I couldn't shake, so I took a steamy shower and slipped into a lacy red bra and panties set. I snapped a few mirror pics - damn, I looked good - and didn't want it to go to waste. Voices drifted up from downstairs; Dad's friends had arrived. I threw on some tight leggings and a cropped tank top, then sauntered down to say hi. I worked the room, flashing smiles at everyone, until I spotted Mark off to the side. He was in dark jeans and a gray Henley, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, top button undone. My pulse kicked up a notch as I made a beeline for him. "Hey, Mark, " I said, leaning in. His eyes raked over me, and I went for it - a quick, bold peck right on his lips. It was so fast no one noticed, but it threw him off for a split second. Then he recovered, gripping my hips and pulling me into a "hug." His breath was hot against my ear as he murmured, "You're looking way too good tonight." I was already soaked, but before I could respond, Dad called out, herding the guys toward the den. I couldn't let it end there. I bolted upstairs, peeling off my clothes until I was down to the lace. I teased myself through the fabric, but it wasn't enough - I wanted him. He'd given me a sign, right? So I propped myself on the bed, legs spread in front of my full-length mirror, slid the panties aside, and snapped a photo. No hesitation - I sent it to Mark with a caption: "Waiting for you up here." Less than five minutes later, my door creaked open. Mark slipped inside, leaning back against it, just staring. I'd ditched the bra by then, lounging in nothing but a sheer robe, legs parted, fingers circling my chest. He tipped his head back, eyes shut, like he was fighting himself. Pointless. I stood and closed the distance. He didn't move as I pressed my lips to his neck, trailing kisses along his collarbone while I popped the buttons on his shirt. His breathing hitched, but he stayed still. I worked lower, tasting the hard planes of his stomach, then dropped to my knees and tugged at his jeans. His boxers strained against him - thick, tempting. I freed him, licking my lips. He was big, pulsing, already slick at the tip. I took him in my mouth, and his hand tangled in my hair, guiding me. He tasted salty and perfect, and I went all in, tears stinging my eyes as I took him deeper, spit dripping down my chin. He gripped my head with both hands now, thrusting hard but keeping his groans low. I slid a hand between my thighs, rubbing myself, but before I could get far, he yanked me up, spun me around, and pinned my face and chest to the door. One hand locked my wrists behind my back. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you like this, you little tease, " he growled, landing a sharp smack on my ass. I gasped, heat flooding me. He kissed my ear, my neck, working his way down until he was nipping at my cheeks, spreading kisses and bites across my skin. "Goddamn, this ass, " he muttered, delivering another smack before letting my hands go. I braced them on the door, arching back as he parted me and dove in. His tongue was wet and relentless, flicking over me like he'd done this a thousand times. Between licks and slaps, I was unraveling, and then I turned around, shoving his face where I needed it most. He didn't hesitate, devouring me as I gripped his hair. "Faster, please, faster, " I panted, rocking against his mouth. A second later, I shattered, trembling as he licked me clean. Then he scooped me up and carried me to the bed. He hovered over me, attacking my chest - sucking hard, biting my nipples until I was squirming. "I've gotten off thinking about these so many times, " he said, slapping one while he latched onto the other. "They're all yours, " I moaned. "Didn't know you were such a dirty girl, " he teased. I proved it, climbing on top of him, lining him up, and sinking down slow. I threw my head back at the stretch - so thick, so good. Once he was in, I rode him fast, and he grabbed my hips, slamming me down harder. Smacks and thrusts blurred together, pushing me to the edge, when his phone buzzed. It was Dad. He'd been gone too long for a "bathroom break." Without missing a beat, he answered, flipping me onto my back and clapping a hand over my mouth. "Yeah, got a work call, heading out soon, " he said, pounding into me. "Be there in a sec, man." The thrill of Dad waiting downstairs, oblivious, sent me over - I came hard, clenching around him. He hung up, tossed the phone, and rasped, "I'm gonna cum." "Inside, " I begged. "Fill me up." That did it - he groaned, unloading deep, and I felt it spill out, warm and messy. Then he kissed me, our first real one, all teeth and heat, the best I'd ever had. "See you next Friday, trouble, " he said, giving my sensitive skin a playful smack that made me jump. He dressed quick, stealing one more kiss before slipping out.

From a young age, I noticed I wasn't like my friends. At least twice a day, an overwhelming itch between my legs would hit me so hard I'd have to sneak off - sometimes even locking myself in a gas station bathroom during a road trip to take care of it. I never dared tell anyone. My dreams were wild, filled with images of hooking up with my stepmom's coworkers or getting taken rough by a group of strangers in the back of a pickup truck. The idea of being used like a toy by at least three guys at once drove me absolutely crazy. The only person I could confide in was my cousin, Tara, and when I finally spilled it all, I caught her shifting in her tight tank top, her breath quickening as she listened. She smirked and told me it ran in the family - this insatiable, almost primal need. Tara said the healthiest thing for my body and mind was to stop fighting it and let those fantasies run wild. She even shared how her stepdad had "broken her in" when she turned 19. She'd confessed her dirtiest thoughts to him, and for her birthday, he took her to a cabin in the mountains where a group of bikers spent a weekend showing her just how filthy things could get - every second of it caught on camera, which only made her hotter. Tara offered to guide me into living out my own twisted desires. She started emailing me little challenges - like letting my best friend's older brother catch me touching myself in their hot tub or "accidentally" getting seen rubbing one out on a crowded subway. One night during a holiday break at home, I woke up soaked, thinking it was another wet dream. Then I heard it: deep groans echoing down the hall. The only room in that direction was my stepdad's man cave - a decked-out spot with a bar, dartboard, and massive TV he'd claimed as his private hangout. Women weren't allowed in there unless it was for some cheesy family movie night. Too turned on to care, I crept down the hall in my thin sleepshirt. The door was cracked open, and the sounds got louder - raw and desperate. Peeking inside, I nearly gasped. On the big screen, a rough group scene was playing, while my stepdad and a couple of his buddies from the neighborhood sprawled on the leather sectional, getting worked over by the 20-year-old girl from down the street. It escalated fast - one guy barked at her to climb onto his friend's lap, and she did it with a grin. My stepdad, not missing a beat, slid in behind her, taking her hard. She rode them both like she was born for it, moaning - "God, yes, wreck me! " - as a third guy egged her on, asking if she loved being their little plaything. She screamed through a climax, begging for more. I couldn't tear myself away. For an hour, I stood there, hand between my legs, imagining it was me they were passing around. I'd just turned 18 a month ago, and the need to dive into my nastiest fantasies was eating me alive. Tara, who was a year older, and I hatched a plan. We'd head to Chicago for a long weekend. She'd already lined up some sketchy meetups online with guys over 35 who were down to "teach me the ropes." She kept the details vague, just promised it'd be raw and relentless. A bit about us: Tara's a blonde firecracker, short and curvy with a chest that turns heads - family trait. My own figure filled out early too; by 16, I could twist just right and tease my own nipples without even trying. Since Tara lived in another state for college, we met up in Chicago. She greeted me at the train station with - "We're already late for the first hookup. Here, put this on! " - tossing me a black lace garter set and some killer heels. - "It'll make you look sweet but slutty, " - she said with a wink. Before I could ask questions, she shoved me into a cab and gave the driver an address. We pulled up to a sleek townhouse and rang the bell. A guy in a crisp suit answered, smirking like he knew exactly why we were there, and led us to a den where five men lounged around a pool table. A screen in the corner played something steamy - two women tangled up and moaning. The guy who owned the place waved us in, told us to ditch our jackets, and said to hang tight. The vibe - the porn, the hungry stares - had me dripping already. Then the host sauntered over, unzipped, and pulled out something massive. - "Ever handled one this big, Callie? " - he asked, not waiting for an answer before guiding it past my lips. I heard one of the others chuckle - "She's still shy, huh? " - as I glanced over to see Tara already on her knees, working two guys like it was nothing. Emboldened, I slid a hand down to tease myself, and that was all the invite they needed. One guy jammed his fingers into me, rough and fast, while another yanked me onto his lap, stretching me open with zero warning. A third stepped up, spreading me wider, and forced his way in alongside the first - grunting - "This tight little thing's gonna make me lose it." They were feral, swapping me and Tara between them, pounding away while shouting at each other to go harder. I lost track of how many times I shattered that night. Back at our motel, I thanked Tara by burying my face between her thighs, tasting the mess we'd made. She laughed into my sweaty hair - "Surprise good enough? Hope you're not tapped out, 'cause tomorrow's round two." - She had a truck stop lined up - me, two rough-looking drivers, and her filming every second. I barely slept, waking up soaked and aching for it all over again.

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