#Car

You invited me for a cozy coffee date, and as I slid into your car, I spotted a sleek thermos tucked in the console. I imagined a relaxing evening of warm drinks and easy conversation under the stars. You flashed a playful smile and told me where to drive, guiding us to a quiet, tree-lined clearing far from the city's hum. The spot felt private, almost hidden, with only the soft rustle of leaves around us. We exchanged warm hellos, catching up on the little details of our day - how work was, what made us laugh. I reached for the thermos, eager for a sip, but you stopped me with a mischievous glint in your eye. "Hold on, Sophie, " you said, your voice low. "First, I want to explore something else." Before I could respond, you gently parted my knees, your warm hand gliding up my thigh, teasing the sensitive skin with slow, deliberate squeezes. My breath hitched as your fingers brushed the edge of my underwear, nudging it aside with a tender touch. "Oh! " I gasped, a shiver racing through me. Your fingers were confident yet gentle, tracing the contours of my body with a reverence that set me alight. You explored my folds, parting my outer lips with a slow, teasing stroke, each movement sending sparks through my core. When you found my clit, it was like you'd unlocked something primal. You circled it softly at first, your fingertips barely grazing the sensitive bud, each touch like a whisper of electricity. My body responded instantly, warmth pooling between my legs, my skin flushing as I grew wetter under your touch. "God, Lucas, your hands..." I murmured, my voice trembling. You smirked, clearly enjoying my reaction, and began to move faster, your fingers dancing over my clit with a rhythm that felt both teasing and commanding. You alternated between soft rubs and firmer presses, coaxing tiny gasps from me as my arousal built. My hips shifted instinctively, chasing your touch, and I felt a rush of wetness - a small, pulsing release that made me moan. "Yes, just like that! " I breathed, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. You leaned closer, your breath hot against my ear. "That's it, let it go, " you whispered, your voice a sultry encouragement. Your words pushed me over the edge, and a sudden gush - a squirt - escaped me, warm and uncontrollable. Your eyes widened with delight. "Damn, Sophie, that's so hot. Give me more, " you urged, your fingers never slowing, circling and stroking with a precision that drove me wild. Each flick of your wrist sent another wave through me, my body trembling as more spurts followed, each one accompanied by tiny, delicious contractions deep inside. The car seat was slick beneath me, my thighs trembling, my mind lost in the haze of pleasure. The windows fogged up, cocooning us in our own world, but I caught a glimpse of a distant figure passing by, the thrill of being seen spiking my adrenaline higher. After a moment, you shifted, your gaze intense. Without a word, you slid two fingers inside me, the stretch sudden and perfect. "Can you take this? " you asked, your voice husky. My walls clenched around you, gripping your fingers as you moved them slowly, exploring every inch of me. Your fingers curled, brushing against that sensitive spot inside, each stroke deliberate, coaxing more pleasure from me. The sensation was overwhelming - a deep, pulsing ache that built with every thrust. My body responded with another rush of wetness, a series of squirts that left me gasping, my hands gripping the seat. "More, Lucas, please! " I begged, my voice raw with need. I rocked my hips, matching your rhythm, each movement sending shudders through me. You didn't stop, your fingers relentless, drawing out orgasm after orgasm until I was a trembling, moaning mess, whispering your name, my body writhing in the confines of the car. When it was over, we both laughed softly at the soaked seat, my legs too weak to move, my body buzzing with aftershocks. We were both caught in the heat of the moment, our breaths heavy. Your eyes flicked downward, and I followed your gaze to see you'd unzipped your jeans, your cock hard and straining, thick and pulsing with need. It was breathtaking - long, veined, the tip glistening in the dim light. "Wow, " I whispered, my mouth watering at the sight. Without hesitation, I leaned down, my lips brushing the tip before taking you in, savoring the warmth and weight of you. You filled my mouth completely, the sensation intense as I slid down, feeling you brush the back of my throat. I teased you with slow licks, tracing the veins with my tongue, then circling the head, flicking the sensitive underside until I felt you shudder. Your low groan spurred me on, and I sucked harder, my lips tight around you, my tongue swirling in lazy, deliberate patterns. I gripped the base of your cock, squeezing gently, then releasing, repeating the motion as your hips twitched in response. "Fuck, Sophie, " you groaned, your voice thick with pleasure. I alternated my pace, slow and teasing, then faster, my mouth working you with a rhythm that had you trembling. Your hands found my hair, guiding me gently but firmly, urging me to take you deeper. The feeling of you filling my mouth, the way you pulsed against my tongue, was intoxicating. I tightened my lips, sucking hard, then softened, teasing you with light flicks. Your moans grew louder, your hips moving in time with me, and I knew you were close. "Don't stop, " you gasped, your voice desperate. With a final thrust, you came, your release flooding my mouth - warm, slightly sweet, and utterly unique. I swallowed, savoring the moment, my body still humming from earlier. We cleaned up, our laughter soft and intimate as we shared what we'd felt, the rawness of it all. Before we parted, we finally poured that coffee, pairing it with some buttery shortbread cookies. It was the perfect end to an unforgettable evening.

A few months back, I lived out a fantasy that still sets my skin on fire just thinking about it. Last week, I nudged my husband, Nathan, to pull up the footage from that unforgettable night we'd had. We were tangled up in bed when he grinned and asked, "That guy, Derek, hasn't been blowing up your phone, has he? " I smirked and admitted Derek had reached out, even tossing out a cash offer for another round with me. Nathan queued up the videos from that steamy motel night, and watching myself lose control had me buzzing. That evening was pure ecstasy - Nathan's wild side never fails to leave me completely satisfied. But there's always this craving for something bolder, a little more reckless. So, I started texting Derek again. He's a charming guy, refined, married, just chasing a thrill like me. He promised to book a fancy hotel and cover some cash for us to make it happen again. I shared the texts with Nathan - because we're an open book - and let's just say it sparked a night of passion so intense, I was still sore the next day. Nathan's a phenomenal lover. I teased Derek along for a while before agreeing, "Fine, let's hit a club, dance, and you bring that money you mentioned." Honestly, I'd do it for nothing. I'm crazy about Nathan, but Derek's touch hits a different nerve. We met at a swanky downtown lounge, sipping martinis and downing a few shots, the alcohol loosening my limbs and firing me up for what was coming - a night with two men who couldn't keep their hands off me. I wore a skin-tight red dress, plunging neckline, and no bra, letting my curves do the talking. Derek's eyes were glued to me. He leaned in and said, "Let's find a hotel with a glass elevator so I can watch you move from every angle. Your hips, those thighs, that chest - they're unreal." I replied, "Nathan's driving, I'm riding in the back with you." The three of us are all in on this game, and we love it. Nathan chuckled from the driver's seat, "Where am I taking you lovebirds? " I slid close to Derek, swaying my hips to the car's low music, feeling him harden under his jeans. I unzipped him, revealing his thick, pulsing length - ten inches of pure heat from Atlanta. I worked him with my mouth, my tongue tracing every ridge, struggling to take even half of him as his size stretched my lips, my breath hot and heavy against his skin. We pulled up to a boutique hotel with a sleek glass elevator. Derek asked Nathan, "Can I film her with my phone, just us going up? " Nathan nodded, grinning. Derek trailed me into the elevator, his phone capturing every sway of my hips as my dress rode up, barely covering my thong. He whispered filthy promises - "I'm gonna make you scream tonight" - and my body responded, nipples hard, heat pooling between my thighs. In the elevator, he dropped to his knees, pulling my thong aside and diving in with his tongue, lapping at me with slow, deliberate strokes. His fingers gripped my thighs, spreading me wider as he sucked gently on my clit, sending shocks through my core. I came hard, my moans bouncing off the glass walls, my knees buckling as he held me up, his mouth relentless until I was trembling. Nathan joined us in the suite, and the two of them had me naked in seconds, my dress a crumpled heap on the floor. Derek's all about making me the star, so I returned the favor, kneeling before him, taking his thick shaft in my mouth. My tongue swirled around the tip, tasting him, while my hands stroked what I couldn't fit. Nathan watched, his own desire clear, as Derek's hands tangled in my hair, guiding me deeper. Then Derek flipped me around, his lips and tongue exploring my ass, teasing the sensitive skin there. I'm not ready for more back there, but the way he worked me with his mouth - wet, warm, and unapologetic - had me dripping. Nathan's just as filthy, and the two of them together push every button I have. I climbed onto Derek on the plush velvet couch, straddling him, my body ready for his size after our past encounters. I sank down slowly, feeling every inch stretch me, my walls gripping him tight as I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders. I rode him hard, my hips grinding, the wet sounds of our bodies filling the room. His hands gripped my ass, spanking me lightly as I moved faster, my breasts bouncing with every thrust. He groaned, his release hitting me in waves, hot and messy across my chest. I licked a bit off my fingers - his clean lifestyle makes it surprisingly sweet. We took a breather, slipping into the suite's hot tub. I wore a barely - there bikini, the fabric clinging to my soaked skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. Derek's eyes devoured me, his rough hands kneading my ass, the calluses scraping my skin in a way that made me ache. He pulled me close, his mouth finding my core again, his tongue flicking slow and deep, teasing my folds until I was clutching his head, gasping. I gripped his shaft, stroking hard, whispering, "I want all of you, every inch." He eased into me, slower this time, letting me feel every thick, throbbing inch as I arched back, offering myself fully. I moved with him, doggy-style, my body his to command, his hands pulling my hips back to meet his deep, rhythmic thrusts. He held himself inside me for a long moment, letting me feel his full length, my body clenching around him as I bit my lip, lost in the intensity. He carried me to the bed, still buried inside me, each step sending jolts of pleasure through me. He laid me down, thrusting deep, my legs wrapping around his waist as he hit every spot perfectly. I came again, my body shaking, my juices coating his thighs. He kissed down my legs, licking every drop, then went at me again, his mouth and fingers working my swollen core until I was screaming his name. Nathan watched, his own arousal obvious, loving every second of my pleasure. Derek took me in every way - on my back, my legs over his shoulders, then flipping me to my side, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded into me, the bed creaking under us. I rode him again, my movements wild, hips circling, until he came hard, his release spilling inside me this time. Exhausted, he collapsed, but Nathan wasn't done. He took over, his thrusts deep and possessive, showing Derek how he makes me lose control. The room filled with my moans, my body arching into Nathan's familiar rhythm, his hands pinning my wrists as he drove me to another climax. As a final treat for Derek, I gave him one last, slow, teasing blowjob, my lips and tongue working every inch until he was spent, barely able to move. Ladies, if you ever get the chance to explore your fantasies and make your man's dreams come true, do it. You'll never look back. I'm head over heels for Nathan, but when I'm with Derek, I'm his wild, untamed vixen.

Let me tell you about this wild night when my friends from the office decided to hit up The Tipsy Crow, a dive bar downtown. It was a Saturday, the one night they let ladies in without a cover charge, so we were all in. There were four of us: Mia (the yoga-obsessed health nut), Sophie (celebrating her recent engagement), Lily (the newbie in our department, barely 20), and me. Mia picked us up in her beat-up hatchback, and we rolled into the bar, ready for some fun. We spent the night sipping cocktails, laughing over office gossip, and occasionally twirling onto the dance floor with guys who caught our eye, giggling like teenagers. The night was smooth sailing until a couple of guys, probably in their mid-30s, started eyeing us from across the bar. They had that confident, slightly weathered vibe-like they'd been around the block but still knew how to charm. Eventually, they sauntered over and asked us to dance. They zeroed in on Lily and me, probably because Sophie was a bit heavier and Mia was too busy scrolling through her phone, ignoring them entirely. We danced, laughed, and lost track of time until it was nearly 2 a.m. Mia suddenly announced she had to bounce - she was sneaking off to meet her side guy, a bartender she'd been flirting with at her favorite gym's juice bar. Since she was our ride, we all agreed to head out. We waved goodbye to the guys and piled into Mia's car. We were cruising down Oak Street toward the freeway when her car sputtered and died, leaving us stranded in the middle of the quiet road. We sat there, frustrated, trying to figure out what to do, when headlights lit up behind us. Lo and behold, it was the two guys from the bar, pulling up like knights in a shiny pickup truck. They offered to check the car, but after poking around under the hood, they admitted they couldn't fix it and offered to give us a lift. Mia wasn't about it - she'd already texted her fiancé, who was on his way, which totally derailed her secret plans. Sophie volunteered to stay with her until he showed up. Lily and I, after some hesitation, figured we'd take the ride. We climbed into their truck, but as we drove, the guys - Jake and Tyler - started suggesting we hit up another spot to "keep the night going." We shot that down, but they kept pressing, their tone shifting from flirty to pushy, making the air in the truck feel heavy. Lily started freaking out, her voice shaky as she begged them to just take her home. Her panic hit me hard, so I leaned close to Tyler, the guy I'd danced with, and murmured, "Come on, don't be like that, just get her home, " my hand brushing his shoulder to keep things soft. He sighed and told Jake, "Alright, man, you're scaring her. Let's drop her off." We got Lily to her apartment, and as we pulled away, Tyler turned to me with a sly grin and said, " - Ava, guess you're gonna have to make this worth our while." His laugh was half-joking, but there was an edge to it that made my stomach twist. I played it cool, replying, "Oh, really? And what's that supposed to mean? " Tyler didn't waste time. He leaned in, his lips crashing against mine, his hands roaming to my chest, tugging at the low neckline of my dress. His fingers were rough, slipping under the fabric to tease my skin, sending a rush of heat through me despite the nerves buzzing in my head. I was caught in this weird mix of arousal and unease, knowing I barely knew these guys. As Jake drove, Tyler's hands got bolder, sliding up my thigh, pushing my dress higher. I whispered, asking if he had protection, and he nodded, pulling a condom from his pocket. With Jake still behind the wheel, Tyler fumbled with the condom, his hands shaky with excitement. I shifted, lifting my dress and straddling him in the backseat, the leather creaking under us. The truck's motion made it intense, my hips rocking against him as I tried to control the pace, wanting it over fast. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me down harder, his breath hot against my neck as he groaned. It didn't take long before he tensed, letting out a low, "Oh, damn, " as he finished, his body slumping beneath me. Jake, who'd been stealing glances in the rearview mirror, pulled the truck into a dark parking lot and said, "Alright, my turn." He climbed into the back, already worked up, his eyes locked on me as he tore open a condom wrapper. I was still catching my breath, my mind racing with a mix of fear and lingering heat. Jake was rougher, flipping me around so I was bent over the seat, my hands bracing against the door. He pressed himself against me, his hands spreading my thighs as he pushed in, slow at first, then harder, his rhythm relentless. "God, you're so tight, " he muttered, his voice thick with lust, his fingers digging into my hips. I moaned, the intensity overwhelming, my body responding even as my mind screamed caution. Then, without warning, Jake pulled out, his breath ragged. I felt him spit, warm and slick, before he nudged against my backside, pushing in with deliberate slowness. The stretch was sharp, almost too much, but he paused, letting me adjust, before moving again, each thrust deep and forceful. I gasped, my moans mixing with the creak of the truck and the faint hum of the engine. I don't know why guys are so fixated on that move, but the rawness of it had me trembling. Somewhere in the haze, Tyler opened the other door. While I was still bent over, taking Jake's rough thrusts, Tyler slid in front of me, his pants already undone. He guided my head down, and I let him, too caught up to resist, my lips wrapping around him as he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair. The two of them moved in sync, Jake pounding from behind, Tyler in my mouth, the truck rocking with their rhythm. It was chaotic, overwhelming, my body humming with a strange mix of pleasure and fear until they both hit their peak, Jake grunting as he finished, Tyler pulling away to catch his breath. Jake tossed the condom, then leaned back, asking me to "clean him up." I hesitated but complied, tasting the latex and sweat, my mind numb. When it was over, I straightened my dress, my legs shaky, and told them to take me home. They kept asking for my number, saying we should "hang out again, " but I gave them a fake one, just wanting to get out. They dropped me off a block from my place, and I walked the rest of the way, my head spinning. At work, Lily asked if I was okay, her eyes wide with worry. I just smiled and said, "Yeah, all good, " not wanting to tell her what I'd gone through to make sure she got home safe. I made it back in one piece, but that night's still burned into my memory.

It was a blistering afternoon in mid-August, the kind where the air shimmers and your skin feels like it's melting. My husband, Ethan, and I were on a rare getaway in Asheville, North Carolina, holed up in a rustic cabin tucked into the Blue Ridge Mountains. The place overlooked a winding river, close enough to hear its lazy rush. We'd settled into the predictable rhythm of a couple with no kids and no pressing obligations: waking up late - maybe nine or ten - sipping coffee on the porch swing, then showering and wandering into town for the day. Most afternoons, we'd grab lunch at a local brewery, splitting a flight of craft beers and a plate of smoked brisket. Afterward, we'd hike a trail or poke around the art galleries until the sun dipped low. Back at the cabin, we'd rinse off the day's dust, collapse into bed for a nap - and, more often than not, tangle ourselves up in each other before dozing off. By seven, we'd be cleaned up and out again, chasing live music at a bar or splitting a bottle of wine over dinner, home by midnight to crash. But that day threw us off script. After lunch, Ethan started rubbing his temples, complaining of a headache that wouldn't quit. We scrapped our plan to hike and retreated to the cabin instead. He popped a couple of aspirin and sprawled out on the couch, leaving me restless. It wasn't serious - just dehydration or too much sun - so I decided to kill time by driving into town. I showered quick, threw on a tank top and denim cutoffs over a swimsuit (just in case), and grabbed the keys to our rental Jeep. Heading down the mountain road, I left the dense woods behind and hit the open stretch toward Asheville. That's when I saw them: two guys, probably college age, standing on the shoulder with their thumbs out. They were scruffy but not menacing - sunburned noses, flip-flops, gym shorts, the works. The heat was merciless, and I figured they'd fry out there, so I pulled over. One climbed into the back, stretching out across the seat, while the other settled into the passenger side beside me. They were headed to a swimming hole a few miles upriver. We got to chatting - light stuff, like where they were from (some college town in Tennessee) and how they'd ended up stranded (a buddy ditched them after a fishing trip). The guy in the back - Jake, he said - started ribbing me about picking up randos. "You're brave, lady. We could be axe murderers for all you know." I laughed it off, saying they looked too young to be dangerous and too hot to be left out there. "Plus, " I added, "you don't exactly scream 'serial killer.'" That got a snort from the front-seat guy, Miles, but something about my own words made my stomach twist - just a little. Miles leaned back, one arm dangling out the open window, and asked what I was doing driving around solo on a day like this. I told them about Ethan's headache and my half-baked plan to browse some antique shops in town. "Vacation life, " I said, "except when your husband taps out at forty-two." Jake piped up from the back, "Forty-two? No way - you're holding up better than he is." I grinned, flattered despite myself. We were nearing the turnoff to their swimming hole when Miles shifted in his seat and let his hand brush my knee. It lingered there, casual at first, then slid higher, his fingers grazing the hem of my shorts. I froze - hands on the wheel, eyes on the road - but before I could process it, he'd nudged under the fabric, teasing the edge of my swimsuit. My breath hitched, but I kept driving, too stunned to react. Jake, catching on, leaned forward and slipped his hands under my tank top, tracing the curve of my ribs until he found skin. I should've pulled over right then, laid down the law, but my body betrayed me. A rush of heat flooded through me, drowning out the rational part of my brain. We hit the gravel road to the swimming hole, and I veered into a shaded clearing, cutting the engine. Miles didn't hesitate - he turned, grabbed my face, and kissed me, all hunger and no preamble. Jake tugged my tank top up and off, his hands roaming freely now, rough against my sunburned skin. It escalated fast. I reached for Miles, fumbling with his shorts until I had him in my hand - hard and insistent. Jake yanked my seat back, flattening me out, and Miles climbed over the console, shoving my shorts down and pressing himself against me. He pushed in, deep and unrelenting, while Jake knelt on the back seat, guiding my head toward him. I took him in my mouth, caught up in the chaos of it, the Jeep rocking slightly with every move. The first wave hit me out of nowhere - a shuddering, electric jolt that left me gasping. Jake groaned and finished hard, flooding my senses with salt and heat; I swallowed, dazed, as it kept coming. Then Miles tensed, spilling into me, the mess of it slicking down my thighs and onto the leather seat. They didn't stop there - trading places, they worked me over with hands and mouths until I lost count of the times I unraveled, each one sharper than the last. At some point, they flipped me between them - one in front, one behind - and I let go completely, drunk on the overload. When it was over, they slumped back, panting, and I just lay there, wrecked. They climbed out eventually, tossed me a "thanks" with lazy grins, and disappeared toward the river. I skipped the antiques, drove straight back to the cabin in a haze. Ethan was up, feeling better, and we fell into bed together. As he moved over me, I shut my eyes and saw them instead - those two reckless, sun-bleached strangers, tearing me apart and putting me back together. It was a secret I'd never shake.

Wednesday, September 18, 2024, 10: 47 PM - the wind howled through the empty streets, and a cold, misty rain soaked everything in sight. I stumbled out of the downtown bar where I'd been waiting tables, exhausted and cursing the double shift. My sneakers were soaked through, and my black leggings clung to my legs like a second skin. My jacket hood did little to keep the water out of my eyes. I ducked under the awning of a closed bodega and fumbled with my phone to open the rideshare app. "Marcus will be your driver tonight." Fine. I just needed to get home, kick off these wet clothes, and crawl under a blanket. A beat-up blue Honda Civic rolled up after a few minutes. I slid into the passenger seat, shaking off the chill, and felt his eyes on me before I even shut the door. He didn't hide it - gave me a slow, deliberate once-over. Hazel eyes, a scruffy beard with streaks of gray, maybe pushing fifty. He had on a faded leather jacket, a dark red Henley shirt, and boots that looked like they'd seen better days. "You work late like this a lot? " he asked, his voice gravelly, hinting at something beneath the surface. "When I have to, " I shot back, keeping it short. The first stretch of the ride was quiet, just the hum of the engine and the slap of wipers against the windshield. But I caught him glancing my way every time we hit a red light. Then, out of the blue, his hand slid off the gearshift and rested on my knee. I froze, my pulse kicking up, but I didn't move it. I stared straight ahead, watching the rain blur the streetlights. He cranked the heat up and said, low and rough, "You've got a hell of a figure, you know that? " I swallowed hard, shifted in my seat just enough to nudge my legs apart, testing the air. "Want me to find a spot? " he murmured, his fingers tracing slow circles now. I grabbed his wrist and guided his hand higher, pressing it where I wanted it. My voice came out steady but edged. "Keep driving... there's a parking lot behind the old warehouse, two streets down. Go there." He nodded, silent, and turned the wheel with one hand. When he pulled into the deserted lot, the fogged-up windows turned the world outside into a smear of gray. The rain tapped a steady rhythm on the roof. I climbed over the console into the backseat, heart pounding. He didn't hesitate - killed the engine, got out, and yanked open the back door to join me. I sprawled across the seat, legs wide. He loomed over me, his mouth crashing against my collarbone, rough and urgent, teeth grazing skin. He tugged my leggings down in one messy pull - they bunched at my knees, but he didn't bother fixing it. His fingers hooked my underwear aside, and he dove in, his breath hot against me. "Goddamn, you're soaked... this what you like, huh? " he growled. "Yeah..." I rasped, fisting his jacket. "Don't you dare stop." His tongue was relentless, and his fingers curled inside me, hitting every nerve. I arched against the cracked leather seat, nails digging into whatever I could grab. When he pulled up, his beard glistened, and his eyes were wild. "C'mon, sweetheart, " he said, shoving his jeans down just enough. He didn't wait - pushed into me hard, filling me in one brutal thrust. "Shit! " I gasped, half-laughing. "You asshole..." "You love it... taking it like this, " he said, voice thick as he rocked into me, the whole car swaying. The rain muffled everything outside, a constant drone. My legs hooked over his shoulders as he gripped my hips, driving deeper, no letup. Then, through the haze of the back window, I saw it - a hunched figure in a neon green poncho, shuffling past with a dog on a leash. Marcus clocked it too. "Keep going..." I muttered, breathless. "But ease up... make it last..." I raked my hands down his arms as he slowed, each move deliberate, dragging it out. "You get off on this, don't you? The risk..." he taunted, smirking. "Less talking, more fucking, " I fired back. He slid a hand between us, working me over while he kept that slow, punishing rhythm. I trembled, caught in it. The figure vanished into the night, and Marcus ramped it up again. The seat creaked under us, my voice breaking over the sound of the storm. "Gonna leave you a mess..." he panted. "You ready for it? " "Do it..." I moaned. "Come on, give it to me." He pulled out at the last second, cum across my stomach, warm and slick, streaking down my skin. We stayed there, chests heaving, the air thick with steam and the rain still pounding outside. "Okay..." I said finally, wiping a hand across my brow as I tugged my leggings back up. "Get me home now." He chuckled, zipped up, and climbed back into the driver's seat, the engine rumbling to life once more.

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.

At the place where I work we hire pretty girls between 18 and 25 years old to advertise our business on the street. Most of these are young girls who have never worked before and are looking for a job so they can earn some money for the first time. This story is about one of those girls that I paid extra money to have sex with me. She was an 18 year old blonde, owner of one of those delicious looking little butts that makes you want to get your hands on her. She had finished school a few months ago and was looking for a job. We hired her because we saw a lot of enthusiasm for her work, plus she was very pretty and would attract a lot of attention dressed in black tights. I was in charge of paying her every Friday and I assure you that her face would light up with happiness the moment she received her paycheck. It happened that one Friday night I told her that I had her money in my car and that if we went there I would pay her. When I got to my car, which was in the back of the place, I told her I had something important to say so I made her get in the back seat and I sat next to her. I then took out an envelope with money from under the front seat and removed the money I had to pay her. I paid her and she asked me what I wanted to tell her. Me: You would like to earn 400 pesos extra. Her: and what should I do? Me: I don't want you to be offended by what I'm going to tell you and it's all right if you say no. Her: well, that's fine. Me: you wouldn't like to give me a blowjob for 400 pesos. She was silent and began to touch her hair showing some hesitation to respond. I noticed that in her and tried to convince her by offering her the 400 pesos in my hand. Me: It's easy money and it's only for a few minutes. She looked at the time on her phone and told me the following. Her: my boyfriend is coming in fifteen. Me: we have plenty of time. Her: well that's fine. She grabbed the money and put it in her wallet which she then took it out. After that she tied up her hair and I pulled down my pants and put my arm on the back of the seat to enjoy what was going to happen in the best way. First she grabbed my cock with her right hand and gave me a tremendous handjob until it was hard and ready to be eaten. When she did that she bent over, put her head down and started sucking my cock. As he sucked me off I ran my hand down his back and then rested it on his head. Plus it turned me on a ton watching her head go up and down as she ate my cock. It was the best 400 pesos ever. It didn't end there, I wanted to fuck her so I took another 500 pesos from the envelope and asked her if she would let me put it in for that amount. Me: Do you want to earn another 500 pesos? Her: and what do I have to do now? Me: have sex with me. Her: do you have a condom? Me: Yes, of course. Her: well, that's fine. She put the money in her purse and after a few sucks she put on the condom I had. After that I put her on top of me, pulled down her panties and thong and fucked her sitting down with her hands on the back of the front seat and mine clutching her waist. It happened that while I was fucking her sitting down, 15 minutes had already passed and supposedly her boyfriend was already there. Then at that moment this young lady's phone started ringing and she decided to answer it with my cock inside her body. It was her boyfriend who had called her to find out where she was but she said "sorry for not telling you earlier but I have to stay here to do some extra work" and the boyfriend said "do you want me to wait for you" and she looked at me and said "don't worry, my boss will take me home later". After that phone conversation I continued fucking her but this time I put her on all fours on the seat. To finish I grabbed her by the waist and started to give her strong thrusts until I ended in a hellish orgasm. After the fuck I had to drive her home and she was silent for the whole trip until when she arrived home she told me the following. Her: thanks for the ride and for the extra money. Me: not at all. She opened the door and before leaving she told me with a smile "I liked what we did".

I make the mistake of enjoying my work so much, when I buy new equipment, I always want to try it quickly, so I get to the point of giving away photo shoots when I like someone... and in this case, I liked Laura.... Photographers are lucky to have very trained eyes to recognize beautiful places, beautiful people, and if you like those people and you know you can achieve spectacular things with them, you encourage them to want to take pictures with you. Laura was this case, brunette, short hair, she was not very tall, but she was very well proportioned, she also had a lot of style dressing and she took a lot of advantage, she had many visible tattoos, which I love, she was very smiling, her eyes expressed a lot, you knew if she liked something or not before she opened her mouth, she was a mother of two small children, with just 30 years old, a little saturated for having gone from being a woman to a mother without almost realizing, I had known her for some time, and I had always liked her very much. One day, talking to her, the idea of a photo session came up, I wanted to try a new equipment and I needed someone and I managed to encourage her. It wasn't the first time I took pictures of her, but due to family and other issues, it wasn't the pictures that either of us expected... nice pictures, yes... but that's it, I saw a light in her that I couldn't get out, I wanted to take some special pictures of her, to get her self-esteem up a bit since I saw that she had it a little bit down. Little by little we were giving shape to the session, each time I saw her more and more excited, we would look for a nice place... an abandoned train engine on a siding facing the sunset would be the chosen place... we agreed to meet at the place at a certain time and wait for the day to arrive. We had talked so much preparing the session, clothes, makeup, that little by little a very powerful trust had arisen... a very nice complicity... I don't know how to explain it, but I felt very comfortable talking to her and I noticed that she also felt comfortable with me... My first surprise was to see that she had come alone, she always went with her husband and children, but not this time... Better, this way she would be more focused on the camera, I thought. I refuse that my photo shoots are just putting you in front of the camera and collecting the results... I try to make everything an experience, laughter, fun and at the end the photos make more sense. She left her car parked and came closer with some bags to mine, I helped her to put it in the trunk and the two kisses of rigor... a delicious perfume filled my nose... how good Laura smelled... We got in my car and we set off to get to the location I had decided... some ruins next to a dead end. -I asked her how many changes of clothes she wanted to make, "Well, two at first, this blue Levi's with the white shirt and a yellow dress, " she said, "I love to go into her field to break up the scene. I love to get into their field to break the ice, so that they don't think about the camera and think about something else. I had not noticed, the white shirt was beautiful, had the central part semi-transparent and with some buttons unbuttoned, the pants were very tight, outlining her legs very well, with very elegant heels. I got down to work and began to prepare the flashes on their respective feet, the reflectors, etc... Everything was ready. The session was progressing, as it always happens, the first photos are very tense, but I have the gift to distract and make my models lower their guard, being able to break the ice and getting very good results... each time more beautiful photos came out... I was getting closer with the camera so she could see the photos I was taking and her scent was intoxicating me... each time her look was deeper... each time her eyes were more provocative... she was seducing the camera! -Look at this picture Laura -I said showing her the last shot- put flaws in it... tell me it's photoshop. -Is that me? -Said Laura- is that really me? -Today I want you to forget about complexes, forget about what you have heard about yourself... look at my pictures... this is you... just as you are... no filters, no editing... what my camera captures... -Thank you for taking me out like this... I just don't recognize myself! - I let out a little shout of joy- make me more! It was time to change the model, while Laura went to the car to change, I was changing the flashes, when I turned around and saw her with that mustard yellow dress I was fascinated, it had a beautiful neckline that enhanced her chest even more, and it was not very long, so it made her legs very long... and I think she noticed it, something changed in her face, as if it had given her more confidence... Little by little she was loosening up, she was moving so much that I almost had to tell her that they were photos and not video. Every time he looked through my camera, his eyes were glued to mine through the lens, it seemed that they wanted to provoke me. -Wow... look at that face... and this one? look - I always try to send positive messages in my comments to get my models to come on top. Mother of mine, how wonderful... take another close-up, wait, I'm going to climb this step, like this, leaning on the railing.... Okay, but we have to hurry, the light is running out... - I placed the flashes quickly seeing that she was getting less and less light from the sun... - I started to shoot while she was moving little by little. Close-up framing and I started to shoot while she was moving little by little, she put her arms together to mark her cleavage and pulled the fabric down to make her cleavage more pronounced... I would dare to say, with sensuality, once the sequence was over, I reviewed the pictures and saw her eyes... they were not provoking me, they were flirting with me... she was even biting her lip... I was trying to concentrate... -Won't you show me those? did I turn out so bad? - he said, fixing his eyes on mine.... I came closer and put my back to her, as she was taller than me, she let her chest fall on me, she put her arms around my neck and put her face very close to mine... my heart was going a thousand per hour... she smelled so good... -You're amazing, you're incredible, what beautiful pictures, I can't believe it! -His face was touching mine... My heart wanted to burst out of my chest... little by little he was separating from me... I don't believe what you have done with me... That's me! I nodded my head, still startled, and began to pick up the equipment, Laura came over to help me and we began to carry things to the car. Once everything was packed in the trunk, she gave me a hug when she closed the trunk. -Thank you! How wonderful, " he said. Without knowing why, my lips rested on her shoulder and I kissed it, I don't know why I did it, it was like an instinct... Laura separated from me and stood still, she looked at my lips, she looked at my eyes... that intimidated me, I lowered my eyes to her lips... Laura was biting her lip, I couldn't help it, my hands went to her lips... Laura was biting her lip, I couldn't help it, my hands went to her lips and I kissed her. I couldn't help it, my hands went to her neck and I pulled her head to me to kiss her, her fingers were intertwined with mine, our tongues were playing with each other. -Sorry Laura... -I said thinking about what we were doing, pulling back for a few seconds- I'm sorry I don't know what happened to me. -What took you so long? - he said with bated breath, kissing me again. -But Laura, we are married, this is crazy, we have our families... I don't want you to have to.... -Be calm -she said putting her finger on my lips to shut me up- this is going to be like this, what happens in our photo shoots, stays in our photo shoots. Maybe I could have talked to her and convinced her... but I didn't want to convince her, I didn't want to separate from her, I didn't want to stop kissing her... I don't know how long we were kissing, like two teenagers we were going to go home with the horniness, it was too late and we would have had to give too many explanations, especially Laura. -You think so... -she said taking my hand inside her panties so I could notice that she was soaked and totally shaved, my heart was going to explode- Do you think you can send me home like this? or go home like this -grabbing my crotch that wanted to tear my pants- this is not fair... And suddenly her phone rang, she answered without letting go of my crotch bulge, like jerking me off from outside my pants, at the same time that my fingers were moving slowly inside her panties, as if I was scanning all her crotch and by the faces she was making, I was driving her crazy. -Yes, we are finishing, then we will pack up... in a while we will go out... yes, I don't think we will be long... aham... yes... -she reached into her bag and took something out- sure... prepare dinner for them... -she put in my hand what she had taken, it was a condom, I opened it and let my cock free to put it on, when Laura saw it free she bit her lip- a kiss! I only took off her panties, without taking off any more clothes we got in the back of my car, taking advantage of the privacy of the tinted windows I sat underneath and Laura on top of me... her mouth did not take off from mine, Laura left her body in the air so I had space to put it in, I played with my erect member, passing the tip through her vaginal lips without getting inside, rubbing her clitoris, even through the entrance of her anus, I played with her... but we could not go any further, I rested the tip on her vaginal lips without getting inside, rubbing her clitoris, even through the entrance of her anus, I played with her... but we couldn't take it anymore, I rested the tip at the entrance of her sex and Laura let her body fall down to get inside herself, I was inside her, she was so wet that it didn't take any work to get inside... she stuck it all the way in, letting out a moan in my ear, and started to fuck me little by little, I could feel her wetness soaking me, what a delight how she was fucking me, going up and down, getting more and more excited, faster and faster, she was driving me crazy. -I love your cock... I want it inside me forever... I want to have you inside me forever..." I said, possessed by lust, my head was flying, I was so excited to see her like that. -You're going to be mine... -I said losing a little control- you're going to be my submissive. -Yes! " she exclaimed as if it made her even hornier, "I am your slave... do whatever you want to me... I am yours whenever you want...". So much power drove me crazy with my hands I immobilized her hips leaving her ass half way up and started pumping with all my strength and faster while Laura screamed and squirmed. -What are you doing? -I'm going to cum... I'm cumming... I'm cumming... I'm cumming... I'm cumming... I'm cumming... I'm cumming...!!!!!! And I couldn't hold on much longer either, knowing that I had achieved what I wanted made me unload like an animal, leaving both of us motionless, still inside Laura. We recovered our composure a bit, cleaned ourselves up and fixed ourselves a bit. And we set off to get to her car. We got out and hugged each other, but this time our mouths fused together directly. We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways... It didn't take me a minute to call her. -Laura, I'm missing you already - I told her - I'm thinking about a photo shoot in a very inaccessible abandoned place... do you think...? -Count me in! I don't know how, but I'll organize myself... - she didn't even let me finish - you know what? -What? -I answered on the other end of the phone -When you pass me the pictures and every time I see them... I'm going to wet myself - I listened carefully. -Well, then I won't pass them to you, you come to my studio and I'll show them to you... I have to see it with my own eyes... And between lazy laughs we said goodbye wishing that the day would come to give her the pictures... but that's another story...

I was in a shopping mall, when I ran into my friend's sister, (the one I fucked days before). She; Hey, what are you doing here... She asked me while giving me a kiss on the cheeks. Me; Hi... I greeted her and kissed her back... Walking around, I was bored at home. Her: Do you mind joining me... She asked... I came alone and I need someone's opinion. Me: I don't know... I answered hesitantly... What if someone sees us? She: Are you afraid of that?... She whispered in my ear... We fucked with my brother. I remained a few seconds surprised and immobilized by her comment. Me: Okay... I was right to answer... I'll go with you. She: Great... She squealed happily. We went shopping for summer vacation clothes. Shorts, tank tops, bikinis, etc... We went into a store and she started looking at clothes and gave me what she was going to try on. When she had several garments, we went to the fitting room. She went into the first one she found empty. That fitting room, luckily for me, had a broken lock and the door wouldn't close, so I kept an eye on it to make sure it didn't open. From time to time, she opened the door a little, so I could see her undressing, with the door between open, delighting me with her tits, as she didn't take off her panties. My cock was about to explode in my belly. She tried on the first bikini and it looked great on her. It covered just enough of her tits and the panties were almost between her buttocks. My cock kept wanting to come out. Every bikini she tried on made me hornier, until I couldn't resist any longer. I looked around and there was no one in the fitting rooms, so I walked in as she was taking off her last bikini and grabbing her from behind I fondled her tits, while kissing her neck and back. I pulled down my pants and boxer shorts and my cock jumped like a spring. My brunette bent down and getting on her knees started to blow me. Before I cum I gestured to her and released all my cum on her tits. I made her sit on the changing room bench and spreading her legs I ate her pussy until her cum flooded my mouth. We put our clothes back together and checking that no one was there, we left the fitting room and picked up the clothes she was going to buy, she paid and we left the store. On the way home, in the car, I put my hand on her crotch and started to masturbate her over her clothes, making her moan with an orgasm. We were in an almost abandoned industrial park, as most of the warehouses were closed and abandoned. I entered a dead end street. I turned off the engine and she immediately grabbed my cock over my clothes. She unbuttoned my pants, and pulling out my cock she kissed it, licked it, and put it in her mouth. I felt her lips move up and down my cock. We moved to the back of the car and as soon as she got into doggy style position, I pulled down her pants and panties and inserted it into her pussy little by little while fondling her tits under her shirt. She started moaning as soon as I put it in. After a while of pumping, I pulled it out and cum between her buttocks. She wiped it off with a klinex I always carry in the car, we pulled ourselves together and continued on our way home.