velvetpen

7 min·Apr 28

When I stirred awake, shaken gently by my friend Claire, I was sprawled across the hotel bed, stark naked. My skin was coated in a crusty layer of dried cum, and the sheets beneath me were a mess of stains, reeking of last night's chaos... It wasn't until later, piecing together hushed whispers, that I learned what had gone down. Apparently, Jake and Connor, along with their rowdy crew, had stumbled into our room with Claire and Megan. Seeing me passed out, one of the guys had joked that I looked too "vulnerable" to be left like that. So, they took it upon themselves to strip me bare. Claire and Megan swore they'd ducked into the bathroom for just a moment, but in that time, the guys had flipped me over, peeled off my clothes, and things spiraled. One of them, emboldened by the haze of the night, had climbed on top of me while I slept, thrusting into me as the others watched, stroking themselves until they painted my body with their release, leaving me there like some twisted trophy... Humiliated yet oddly electrified, I stumbled to the shower, scrubbing away the evidence. I packed my bags in a daze, knowing we had to catch the morning train home after a quick breakfast. Time wasn't on our side. On the train, Claire and Megan spilled more details about the night, their voices a mix of glee and disbelief. Their words sparked a shameful heat in me, my body betraying me with a flush of arousal even as I cringed at the thought of being so exposed. I hadn't asked for it, but the image of those strangers using me as their fantasy haunted me in a way that made my pulse race... Megan: "Yo, Lauren, you're totally into this, aren't you? Your nipples are giving you away! " The girls in our compartment erupted in laughter, and I sank lower in my seat, cheeks burning. But deep down, the idea of being their object of desire kept my nerves alight. I bit my lip, letting their teasing roll over me like a wave. Eventually, my bladder demanded attention, but I also craved a moment alone to chase the heat still simmering inside me. In the train's tiny bathroom, I slid my drenched panties off, tossing them into the sink. I propped one foot on the toilet, spreading my thighs wide, my shirt bunched up above my breasts. My fingers found my slick folds, circling my clit with urgent need, my breaths coming in sharp gasps as I chased release. I was so lost in the rhythm of my own pleasure that I didn't hear the door creak open - I'd forgotten to lock it fully. A broad, stocky guy stood there, his eyes wide, drinking me in. I didn't notice him at first, too consumed by the electric pulses building inside me. His voice broke through my haze, low and teasing, snapping me back to reality as I met his leering grin... Stranger: "Well, damn, need some help with that...? " Before I could protest, he wedged himself into the cramped space, clicking the door shut. His thick fingers closed around one of my breasts, squeezing with a rough hunger that made me gasp. I should've pushed him away, but my body was already too far gone, aching for more. He grabbed my other breast, kneading them both, his thumbs flicking over my hardened nipples before pinching them hard. The sharp sting melted into pleasure, pulling a low moan from my throat. He crushed his lips against mine, his tongue invasive, claiming. The tight bathroom left no room to move; my back slammed against the cold wall as he pressed his bulk into me. One hand slid down my stomach, brushing my fingers aside to take over. His thick digits explored my dripping pussy, curling inside me, stroking my inner walls with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made my knees buckle. I whimpered into his mouth, my hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more. Then I felt it - the hot, blunt head of his cock nudging my entrance. He dragged it through my folds, teasing my clit, coating himself in my wetness. The sensation was maddening, each slow glide pushing me closer to the edge until I couldn't take it anymore... "Please... fuck me... I need you inside me..." I gasped, my voice raw with want. He didn't need convincing. With a grunt, he spun me around, bending me over the toilet, my hands gripping the rim for balance. My ass arched toward him, exposed, vulnerable. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, and lined himself up. The first thrust was slow, stretching me as his thick cock sank deep, filling me completely. I moaned, loud and unrestrained, the sound echoing in the tiny space. Stranger: "Fuck, you're tight... you love this, don't you, you filthy little thing? " He pulled back, then slammed into me again, harder this time, his cock hitting deep, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through me. I cried out, my body rocking forward with each thrust... "Oh... yes... harder... please..." His pace quickened, relentless, his hips slapping against my ass as he drove into me. Each thrust was a claim, stretching me, owning me. My breasts bounced with the force, my nipples grazing the cold porcelain of the toilet, adding sparks of sensation. His hands roamed, one sliding up to pinch my nipple again, the other slipping between my legs to rub my clit in tight, fast circles. The dual assault was overwhelming, my body a live wire, every nerve screaming. My moans turned to desperate whimpers, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge until I shattered, my orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave. My pussy clenched around him, milking his cock as I trembled, gasping for air. He wasn't far behind. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep, his fingers bruising my hips as he came, pumping hot spurts of cum inside me. The warmth of it filled me, leaking down my thighs as he held me in place, riding out his release. We stood there, panting, the air thick with the scent of sex. He pulled out, tucking himself back into his jeans, ready to bolt. I turned, still reeling, my legs shaky... "Wait... please..." Stranger: "No time, sweetheart, train's stopping." The train was indeed slowing, the station approaching. I scrambled to clean up, wiping myself down, but my panties were nowhere to be found. I gave up and hurried back to the compartment, where the girls were grabbing their bags, ready to disembark. On the platform, my boyfriend Nathan was waiting, his smile wide as he waved me over. He'd come early to surprise me, saying he couldn't wait to see me. As he wrapped me in a tight hug, kissing me deeply, I felt the stranger's cum still dripping from me, a guilty secret pooling in my core... I clung to Nathan, the weight of what I'd done settling in. I'd let a stranger take me, raw and uninhibited, and now my boyfriend's arms felt like both a comfort and a judgment. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him - the stranger. He sauntered by, holding up my missing panties, crumpled in his fist. With a wicked grin, he brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply before pocketing them and disappearing into the crowd.

7 min·Oct 20

We had married young because of the birth of our son. Soon afterwards, marital fatigue and frustration set in, which another child only exacerbated. We spent our evenings in separate rooms and sex had become a foreign concept. Arguments were the order of the day and we both let ourselves go. As a result, we soon separated from each other. We saw each other a lot because of the children and we got on well together. Even then, I noticed that she had changed a lot. She used to be rather prudish, but now she was suddenly wearing super short skirts, which looked great on her long legs, and a pair of super sharp boots. When she walked in front of me like that, I often had to pull myself together not to grab her bottom. She also went out more often in the evening, which she never wanted to do before. All in all, she became what I always wanted in a wife, but never got. A few weeks ago, she called me to ask if I would like to go to the disco with her, as her friend had canceled at short notice. I agreed and picked her up for dinner at around 9pm. When she came out of the door, my breath caught in my throat: boots, smooth and shiny like latex, but made of a more velvety fabric, with a tight, short mini skirt that hugged her bottom beautifully. On top, a skin-tight white top, under which her breasts (80 D) protruded as if it should never have been otherwise. I must have forgotten to close my mouth because she laughed heartily when she got into the car. I couldn't take my eyes off her in the restaurant either, which obviously pleased her and made her show herself off even more. She also danced in front of me in the disco and really got me going with her movements. My cock had already made some room in my pants hours ago. But she was my ex-wife and what happened in my imagination will never be real. After a few hours and plenty of cocktails, we left the disco and drove home. We drove to my place first and then she had to go on alone. When we arrived at my place, she asked me if she could come up for a coffee (I've never had coffee and I don't have any!!! ). Of course I agreed, silently hoping that my fantasies of the evening would come true after all. After some small talk and a bottle of wine, she disappeared into the bathroom. I thought she had to pee, but then I heard the shower running. My thoughts ran at a gallop with me. What should I do? Go in? Wait? I decided to wait and imagined her body as I knew it. Her big breasts, the thick bush in her crotch and the belly button piercing. When the door opened, I quickly sobered up: she had put all her clothes back on. I tried not to let it show and went into the bathroom to have a wank so that I could concentrate a bit more and not just think about one thing. As I sat down on the edge of the bath, I suddenly saw her thong lying on the floor. I picked it up and immediately squirted with joy. However, my cock was still standing like a rock. I quickly freshened up and went back into the living room. She was sitting there on the back of my sofa with her legs slightly apart. I tried to catch a glimpse of her pussy, but I didn't succeed. She smiled at me again and knew exactly how horny I was for her. She pulled her skirt up a little, revealing her pussy. To my delight, there wasn't a hair to be seen, but everything was clean-shaven. "Do you like it like that? " I didn't utter a word and dropped to my knees to put my head between her legs. As I licked my tongue over her lips, she clamped my head down with her thighs. I savored the scent of her pussy, which I had always found very pleasant. She started to move her pelvis and I pressed my tongue piercing against her clit. She released me and I came up and kissed her. It was a great feeling: soft knees like the first time but a familiarity like years later. My hands went down her neck and caressed her throat. She leaned her head back and offered me her neck. I pampered her with a few kisses and slowly ran my hands under her shirt. She had also taken off her bra so I could stroke her already hard nipples. She took off her shirt and I kissed and licked her breast. Then I took a step back and was thrilled: the high boots, the mini skirt and her bare, tanned upper body and long hair. I was hornier than ever. She came up to me: "Have you seen anything you fancy? " "Oh yes" I stuttered back. "Then help yourself to it, " she quipped back. I didn't need to be told twice. I kissed her and stroked her breast. I carefully pinched her nipples, which she thanked me for with a deep sigh. I took off my shirt and she got down on her knees in front of me and opened my pants to take out my cock. She put her lips to it and sucked on it. Then she took it all the way into her mouth and gave me a good rub. I took my pants off completely and she turned around and bent them over the sofa, which caused her skirt to ride up so high that her pussy was revealed. I stood behind her and slowly pushed my boyfriend into her wet cunt. She propped herself up against the front of the sofa so that she could push her pelvis really hard against me with every thrust. My fingers wandered around her sphincter, which obviously really got her going. We'd tried anal before, but she hadn't really enjoyed it. This time seemed to be different. When I inserted my finger at the back, she bit her lips and a huge wince went through her body. She asked me to lie down. She stood over me and I saw the juice running out of her pussy. She squatted over my pelvis and directed my cock to her back entrance and slowly slid onto it while I could see it disappearing inside her and could also enjoy the sight of her wet crack. After a few up and down movements, I realized how my juice was slowly rising. She started to clench her muscles tightly to suck out the last drops, which gave me a wonderful orgasm and I cum deep inside her. She had gotten so excited again that she turned around and pressed her pussy onto my face so that I could pleasure her again with my tongue. I was able to examine her open hole at the back and noticed how she was approaching a new wave of pleasure. Suddenly she jerked her pelvis and a small warm jet hit me in the face - she had become so horny that she had cum herself. She stayed on top of me for a moment until we had a bath.