She was 53, listed as “single, open to fun, no games.” Her photos showed a woman who took care of herself—soft blonde hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, fair skin, dark lashes framing expressive eyes, and a full, soft mouth that looked like it knew how to smile and how to beg. We matched on a quiet Sunday evening. The messages started light, then turned honest fast. She liked that I didn’t pretend to be younger or cooler than I was. By Wednesday morning we were trading photos of coffee cups and dirty jokes. At 11:17 a.m. she sent: Sunny Wednesday. My place. 4:00. Door’s unlocked if you’re late. Don’t be late. I wasn’t. The apartment was on the third floor of a quiet brick building. Afternoon light poured through the hallway windows. I knocked once. The door opened almost immediately. She stood there in a deep emerald silk robe that clung to her hips and breasts. The belt was loosely tied. Black lace and thin straps peeked at the neckline. Tall black knee-high boots with a modest heel framed her calves. Her blonde hair was pulled back into that same loose ponytail, a few soft strands framing her face, and she smelled like warm skin and something citrusy. Her eyes met mine directly, dark lashes lowering just a fraction as she looked me over. “Hi,” she said, voice low. “You’re on time.” I stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind me. She didn’t move. She just looked at me for a long second, then took my hand and led me to the wide, low couch by the window. Sunlight striped the cushions. She turned, put both hands on my chest, and shoved—not hard, but decisive. I sat. She climbed onto my lap, knees on either side of my thighs, the silk robe sliding open as she settled her weight on me. She didn’t kiss me right away. She rolled her hips once, slow, letting me feel the heat of her through the thin barrier of my jeans and her lingerie. Then she leaned in and kissed me the way someone kisses when they already know they’re going to get what they want—patient, thorough, tongue sliding against mine, teeth grazing my lower lip. I could feel her breathing change. Her hands went to the belt of the robe. One tug and the silk fell open. The lingerie was pure black and deliberately revealing. A strappy bra with thin bands that framed and lifted her full breasts, small gold hardware glinting at the centre. Matching high-cut panties sat low on her hips. A wide lace garter belt cinched her waist, with delicate straps running down to hold sheer black stockings that had a clear seam running up the back of each leg. The tall black boots stayed on, the tops of them just below the lace bands of the stockings. She rolled her hips again, grinding the already-damp crotch of those panties against the hard line of my cock. The friction was deliberate—long, slow strokes that made her breath hitch every time the seam of the lace dragged over her clit. “Feel that?” she murmured against my mouth. “I’ve been thinking about this since last night.” I put my hands on her ass, guiding the grind, keeping it slow. She tried to speed up. I held her hips and forced the pace back down. She made a soft, frustrated sound and kissed me harder. We stayed like that for a long time—her grinding, me controlling the pressure, the wet heat of her soaking through denim until my cock was aching. Every time her breathing got sharp and her thighs started to shake, I eased the pressure, made her circle instead of press. She cursed under her breath, her ponytail shifting as she moved. “Please… just a little harder—” I didn’t. I kept her right on the edge, rocking her against me until she was trembling and the front of my jeans was a dark, wet patch. Only then did I lift her off my lap and lay her back on the couch. I knelt between her legs, hooked my fingers in the sides of the black panties, and peeled them down over the garter straps, stockings and boots. She was shaved smooth except for a neat strip, and already glistening. I spread her open with my thumbs and licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit. She arched hard. I did it again, then settled in—flat tongue, steady pressure, circling her clit without ever giving her the direct suction she was chasing. Every time her hips lifted and her hand came down to push my head closer, I pulled back just enough. I slid two fingers inside her, curled them, stroked that spot that made her thighs clamp around my ears, but the moment her walls started fluttering I slowed everything down. Licked softer. Fingers still. She was dripping down my chin, gasping, begging. Her dark lashes fluttered as she looked down at me. “Please—fuck—don’t stop, I’m so close—” I stopped completely. Sat back on my heels and watched her. Her chest heaved. The strappy black bra still framed her breasts; her nipples strained against the thin fabric. Soft blonde strands had come loose from the ponytail around her flushed face. The lace of the garter belt sat snug against her soft stomach. She reached between her legs and I caught her wrist. “Not yet.” I stood, stripped, then pulled her up and turned her around. Bent her over the arm of the couch so her boots stayed planted on the floor and her ass was high. The seams of the stockings ran straight up the backs of her thighs. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slick folds, coating myself, then pushed in slow. She was tight and soaked and burning hot. I bottomed out and stayed there, grinding in tiny circles, feeling her clench around me. When I started thrusting it was deep and measured—long strokes that dragged over every sensitive place inside her. Her hands fisted the cushions. She tried to push back harder, to take me faster. I held her hips and kept the rhythm cruelly steady. Every time her voice climbed and her body went tight, I stopped moving. Just stayed buried inside her while she trembled and swore and begged. “Please let me come. Please. I’ve been good—” I pulled out completely. Turned her around, sat on the couch, and pulled her onto my lap facing me again. She sank down with a broken moan, taking every inch. I held her by the waist and made her ride me slow—up until only the head remained, then down in a controlled slide. The boots framed my hips. The garter straps dug lightly into her soft thighs. Her full breasts moved within the strappy black bra until I reached up, unhooked it, and tossed it aside. I sucked one nipple into my mouth while she rode, tongue flicking, teeth grazing. Her head fell back, the ponytail swinging, more blonde strands coming free. Her hands tangled in my hair. Those dark lashes lowered as pleasure tightened her face. Again I felt her start to peak—walls fluttering, thighs shaking, breath coming in high, desperate sounds. I locked my arms around her and held her still, fully seated, not allowing even the smallest movement. “No—god—please—” I waited until the tension eased, then started again. We shifted positions over the next stretch of time: her on her back with her legs over my shoulders, boots in the air, the seams of the stockings running up the backs of her legs as I folded her nearly in half and fucked her deep and slow; then on her side, one knee drawn up, me spooned behind her, one hand on her clit, rubbing in tight circles while I thrust shallow and controlled, the lace garter belt still snug around her waist; then on all fours on the rug in the patch of sunlight, me behind her, one hand fisted in her blonde ponytail, the other spanning her hip, keeping every stroke measured while the straps of the garter belt shifted against her skin. Each time she climbed toward orgasm I pulled her back from the edge—stopped moving, pulled out, or simply held her still until the urgency faded enough to start over. Her begging grew ragged. Tears stood in her eyes more than once, dark lashes wet. She was soaked, trembling, her body shiny with sweat. The black stockings were slightly twisted. The boots stayed on. Every time she whispered or sobbed “please, please let me come, I’ll do anything,” I kissed her or bit her shoulder or simply shook my head and started the slow build again. After what felt like a full hour of this—her voice hoarse, her thighs shaking constantly, her cunt so sensitive that even the lightest touch made her jump—I finally settled her on her back on the couch again. I pushed her knees wide, settled between them, and slid back inside her in one long thrust. This time I didn’t stop. I fucked her with deep, steady strokes, my thumb circling her clit in firm, wet pressure. Her eyes flew open. She grabbed my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. “Yes—please—don’t stop this time—” I leaned down, mouth against her ear. “Come for me.” The permission broke her. Her whole body arched, a raw cry tearing out of her throat as she came hard around my cock—clenching, pulsing, flooding me. I kept thrusting through it, kept my thumb moving, dragged the orgasm out until she was sobbing and shaking and trying to twist away from the intensity. Only when the last waves finally eased did I let myself go, burying myself deep and coming inside her with a low groan. We stayed like that for a long time afterward, still joined, her boots hooked loosely around my calves, the late afternoon sun painting both of us gold. Her pulse hammered under my palm. Soft blonde strands clung to her damp cheeks, the ponytail half-undone. The lace of the garter belt was still in place, slightly askew. She turned her head and kissed the corner of my mouth, soft and spent, those dark lashes lowering as she looked at me. “Next time,” she whispered, “you’re not allowed to be this mean.” I smiled against her skin. “We’ll see.

14 September 2026

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We had been chatting to Richard and Gloria from the site for several days before we finally arranged to meet up. Christy and I met them at the Kent Hotel on the weekend to share a meal and a few drinks. They appeared to be extremely welcoming and after dinner travelled to their home. We arrived at their home and were escorted to the lounge room. There was a bar and a large L-shaped sofa. Richard put some music on and made some drinks, while the girls started to dance. They were both wearing short dresses that showed off their bodies as they put on a show for us with their seductive moves. It ended up with the girls snuggling together as their bodies pressed against each other before giggling and then returning and sitting next to us, Gloria next to her husband and Christy next to me. They then placed their hands on the erections that they had caused. The atmosphere was friendly and relaxed and we chatted as we continued to drink and get cosy on the sofa. It wasn’t long before we were all getting down to some heavy kissing and fondling . As Christy and I kissed, her hand was rubbing my cock through my trousers while I had my hand beneath her short skirt, massaging her pussy through the lacy front of her panties. I frequently looked over to our hosts and observed they were similarly engaged and by this time Gloria had released her man’s hard cock and was busy sucking him off. It was a big turn on to be so close to another couple, and Christy must have sensed my arousal as she looked up to follow my gaze and smiled approvingly. Apparently this was all the encouragement she needed to release my own cock and slide down to take it into her mouth. Richard and I made eye contact at that point and we both smiled in acknowledgement of what lucky guys we were. My attention at this time was split between seeing my beautiful wife skilfully pleasuring my cock and watching our new friends as they enjoyed themselves too. Gloria was now on her knees on the floor as she sucked Richard’s cock and I noticed that her bare ass was now exposed. I had a good look at her gorgeous ass before noticing that her husband was doing the same to Christy, whose dress had also ridden up to expose her perfect behind. At this point Gloria stopped for a drink, prompting Christy to do the same before they both stood and walked towards each other. They kissed once again and I felt a massive jolt of arousal as I noticed Gloria briefly run her fingers beneath the hem of Christy’s dress, caressing the soft warm flesh at the top of her thigh. The girls then broke their embrace and each moved to swap places, taking up positions on their knees before each other’s partner. Richard and I once again exchanged looks of approval as the girls reached for each of our erections. As Gloria took my cock in her hand and guided it into her mouth, she locked her eyes on mine and I felt a surge of blood to my penis as felt her tongue teasing my shaft. At the same time I looked towards the other end of the sofa and saw Christy just as she placed her lips around the head of Richards’s cock and into her mouth too. It was such an intense experience seeing my beautiful wife sucking another man’s cock and I felt more blood surging into my cock as I became even more aroused. Gloria gave an awesome blow job and it felt amazing to feel her soft lips and tongue running up and down along my shaft and as I continued to watch Christy pleasuring Richard. It was clear he was similarly impressed with her oral skills. I felt Gloria release me from her mouth. She stood up and kissed me briefly before moving along the sofa towards Christy and Richard. She placed her hand on Christy’s ass, which was once again exposed to reveal her black G-String between her perfect ass cheeks. I watched as Gloria reached down to Christy’s crotch and begin rubbing her thee. I couldn’t take my eyes off Christy as she looked up and Gloria leaned in to kiss her. They continued to kiss as they leaned back in to place their mouths around Richard’s big cock. He looked over to me and looked extremely happy to have the attention of two beautiful women. However, this was only a brief distraction until Gloria began kissing Christy more and began pushing her back onto the sofa, I watched Christy intently, knowing this was her first experience with another woman and anxious to see how she’d react. She made eye contact with me very briefly as Gloria removed her black G-string before she closed her eyes. She bit her bottom lip as Gloria placed her mouth on her pussy and began to work her tongue between Christy’s lips. I don’t think I had ever been as turned on as I was seeing Christy responding to Gloria eating her out, and I couldn’t help but rub my cock as I took in the spectacle. Looking past the girls for a second, I wasn’t surprised to see Richard doing the same. This went on for the next ten minutes as I watched Christy writhe in ecstasy and moan softly, arching her back in response to Gloria’s fingers and tongue. Then I watched as Gloria came up for air and moved up to kiss Christy passionately. Christy pulled her in close that left no doubt that she had enjoyed the experience. As the kiss concluded I saw Richard moving in to kiss his wife and I knew he was keen to taste my wife’s juices on his wife’s lips. Christy looked at me contently as the other couple kissed and reached out her hand for me, so I shuffled along the sofa until I was close enough to hold her hand. She smiled at me before turning back to look at Richard and Gloria, who stopped kissing and looked at us both. At this point Gloria returned her attention to me and moved to kiss me as I saw Richard moving in to kiss Christy too before positioning himself on the floor on his knees before her, giving himself a perfect view of her pussy. Christy and I made eye contact as Richard moved in to taste her for the first time. Her eyes closed and it was clear she was enjoying the feel of another tongue exploring her. I found myself extremely turned on as I witnessed her being pleasured by another man. At the same time I was enjoying the feeling of his wife’s hand stroking my cock. I reached my hand between her thighs and found easy access to her very wet pussy. She responded enthusiastically as my fingers slid between her lips and around her clit. As I did this, I was watching Christy losing herself again as her delicious pussy was once again devoured. As I continued to play with his wife’s pussy, I saw Richard look at us before rising up to kiss Christy on the mouth. I saw my wife look slightly hesitant and flash a glance at me but I squeezed her hand reassuringly, which apparently gave her the comfort to continue and she kissed Richard back. This was the signal he clearly needed and I felt myself utterly overwhelmed with arousal as he reached down and began to rub the tip of his big cock against her pussy. I was fixated on Christy’s expression as Richard began to slowly push his big cock inside her and she turned briefly t look at me again. I could see from the look she gave that it felt good, but I flt her hand squeezing mine tightly and pulling me closer so I leaned in and she kissed my hand. I felt her tense as Richard pushed deeper inside her and she let out a gasp as he thrust the last couple of ‘extra’ inches into her. I pulled back slightly as began to fuck her slowly and watched as Christy began to relax into it. Her hand released mine and she reached to stroke her hands down Richard’s back. Meanwhile, I turned back to Gloria who was smiling at me again. She moved closer and pushed me back onto the sofa, my hard cock standing proudly before her. I had a good view down the sofa, to where my wife was being fucked by Gloria’s husband as Gloria turned and swung a leg over me to position her pussy over my face and her face over my crotch. I felt her take me into her mouth again as I grabbed her ass and began licking her pussy. She was very juicy and clearly very turned on as she pressed herself against me, forcing my tongue deeper into her. I devoured her pussy greedily, my tongue probing between her lips and teasing around her clit before moving my attention to her asshole. I had a thing for rimming but Christy wasn’t to that, anyway, I had been lusting after Gloria’s pretty hole since I first saw photos of it. I placed my hands on her buttocks and spread them to reveal her puckered opening and probe inside her. Judging from the noises she was making, Gloria was enjoying the attention and stopped sucking me briefly to look back over her shoulder at me and then she told me she wanted my hard cock inside her. I didn’t take any convincing and we began to reposition ourselves. As we did I watched as she leaned over to kiss Richard as he continued to fuck Christy. I had an awesome view of his thick long cock sliding in and out of her, and she looked over at me with a contented smile before Gloria returned to position herself on all fours in front of me. Richard and Christy were both watching as I took hold of my cock and guided it into Gloria’s juicy pussy. It felt incredible and I grabbed hold of her hips as I began to slide myself in and out of her. I was watching Christy and Richard still as I fucked Gloria; their fucking had become more intense as he thrust harder into her and squeezed her hard nipples. Christy was obviously loving how he fucked her and I could see her grabbing his ass and digging her nails into his cheeks. I watched as he leaned in to kiss her hard, making Christy moan as he did. This was such an intense turn on and it had me thrusting even harder into Gloria, who was also moaning by this stage. The air was filled with the sound of our cocks slamming into juicy pussies and moans of pleasure as we all began to reach our climaxes. I watched as Christy lost herself in orgasm as Richard filled her with his hot thick cum. Such an incredible horny sight, seeing my beautiful wife cumming on another guy’s cock and it tipped me over the edge as I pounded Gloria’s delicious pussy with everything I had, shooting my own cum deep into her as she pushed herself hard back onto me. We were all silent after the intense climax and I saw Richard and Christy snogging. Gloria also turned and we kissed too, her gorgeous lips on mine and our tongues lazily probing each other’s mouths. After a couple of minutes we all stopped for a drink and chatted; the atmosphere was great as we all sat naked and relaxed. I held Christy tight and we kissed passionately, my hands exploring her sweat-drenched body, and I was already getting hard again.

12 September 2026

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Blindfolded How did she get here? Blindfolded, naked except for six-inch black heels and handcuffed. The anxiety spread through her like a wave of shadow. When it reached the warmth in her hips, memory transmuted it into excitement. She was here because she chose to be. She took a breath. The smell of rubber, leather and dampness was the perfume of sex, her own or someone else? Crowd sounds. Her best girlfriend couldn't imagine anyone trusting another enough to play a game like this. Occasionally she worried too, then she'd feel his hands, look into his eyes, hear his voice, and she would melt. When she was seen with him, her other girlfriends and even strangers looked at them quizzically. Her smile said she was happy, and that confused them because she was gorgeous and he was soft, kind, but rather plain, maybe a little too loud. The girls wanted to know what it was about him; she'd always answer enigmatically. She liked the mystery. She wanted to keep him as secret as the games they played. She jumped. She'd got lost in her thoughts. He liked that; he'd leave her alone for a while, then randomly touch her. She would never know what kind of sensation he'd touch with next – gentleness, sharpness, pain, deeply massaging a pressure point, a warm breath blowing at the back of her neck. This time, it seemed as if someone had accidentally bumped into her. She could hear the voices of the party around her. It intensified the weird feelings she had about being naked in what sounded like a crowded party without knowing where she was or who was there. She hoped he wouldn't spoil it by taking the blindfold off before they got home. She didn't want to know. She felt safe in the darkness, as if her not seeing them meant they couldn't see her, or at least recognise her. Some voices sounded familiar, but she didn't want to know. He was so amazing. When they first arrived, he played her into a heightened sensitivity that let her feel people's presence as they walked past without touching her. Occasionally she'd hear people start to talk about her as if she was an object to admire, then they'd suddenly stop. She knew he was there, protecting her, controlling the game, because she would recognise the low buzz of his voice, even with the music and the loud conversations all around her. It gave her the feeling of comfort, the feeling that everything happening was under his control. After what seemed like an eternity, she heard and felt him whisper. The hot breath and the gentle touch of his lips distracted her so much she almost didn't hear what he said. But then the words penetrated, as if they'd reached down and taken control of the muscles inside her and started them pulsing. Her back tensed, projecting her breasts forward. He didn't touch her, yet she could feel him like a trickle running down her back. She knew from previous experiences that his hand was about two or three centimetres from her. It was more powerful than a touch because it felt like it was inside her. She'd read his writing, she'd read other stuff about healing and energy and spirit, and it had seemed like a fantasy, romantic clap-trap, that she wished was real. Her powerful sceptical intellect, her doubtful inner protector, had thought it a nice idea but… then he'd seem to prove it to her, but… it could have been delusion, some kind of hypnosis, but… it didn't matter. The intensity of the experiences cut off her wandering, dissociated mind with full-bodied experiences that made even her masturbation pale. Did he realise how hard it was to give herself the way she did? He seemed to. He made her re-affirm it to the point where it was sometimes distracting. It made him human, those moments of insecurity, or was it just humility, or was it part of the game; because the more she heard herself committing, the further she would be willing to go. The more aware she was of her control, her choice, the more trust she felt in herself, the greater the release she could allow. She was rolling her hips in a way that intensified the pulses she was doing inside. If he'd let her think about the fact that she had an audience, she'd have realised how erotic this sitting belly dance was. The music and voices fell away. Had they stopped to watch her? Or was it that cone of silence he seemed to be able to create by getting her so focused on her body and him together? "Stand up." She couldn't ignore anything he said at this point. Standing took away the sense of support, of hiding that sitting gave her. The cooling nakedness of her backside and legs, the imbalance of trusting her body to keep her upright without eyesight as a reference, the fact that he'd said to flex her internal muscles so that it felt like she was being lifted by her "cunt" through her spine all leapt her to a much deeper state, a higher state of intensity. Even the fact that he used that word, so crude, so forbidden, so intense, it entered her almost physically. It made her wonder if he was going to fuck her… here in public. She liked the idea – porn star. But he didn't do that much. He'd taken her all these places because the games didn't let her take the familiar route to pleasure. It was part of his control. He asked a lot of her, more concentration than she'd ever given anything, but he made it easy because she didn't want to miss out on what would happen next. It was basic behaviourism. If she paid attention, the rewards were serious. It wasn't an orgasm; it was more and yet less. There wasn't really a word or words to describe it, maybe poetry? Orgasm was an active event: muscles tensing on the outside and inside, and inside, a kind of wave of emptiness that sometimes seemed like liquid rainbows. This experience had the internal aspects of orgasm that filled her up, so that nothing outside existed. It was both passive and active. She followed him, yet was always in charge, actively participating and creating more than in the simplicity of orgasm. She knew orgasms. She made them. She'd discovered them for herself. This was something he'd shown her, yet she had control but didn't feel it. Free will. A serious philosophical problem she couldn't think about right then. And when she did later, it was like trying to stretch her brain past its natural limits. When he talked about it, it made sense, and yet he'd stop, confused, searching... words, concepts, metaphors. He would bow his head in frustration. He'd talk about the way surfers can't control a wave but can do a lot with it. He told her to move her feet wider, and tilt her hips so that her privates were facing towards the front. She knew this position; he used it a lot. She settled herself for a familiar experience. He would touch her gently at first with his hands and some other soft stuff – feathers maybe, or suede, fur, silk – then the intensity would build 'til it was painful, but not pain like the people thought, rather the pain of too much pleasure. When you build up that internal aspect of orgasm without letting it free, all kinds of things happen. New things, old emotions and sensations took on new meanings. Suddenly he went in an unexpected direction. He ordered her to kneel. Again, keeping her balance was a challenge. He said: "Not good enough." He came over to her and whispered: "Be graceful… feel your back, then use your cunt again… stand up!" This time she stood up gracefully. "Kneel down!" She was confused about how flexing her internal muscles could help her kneel gracefully, especially with the heels she was wearing. She stumbled. She wanted so much to get it right. She felt a pang of anger because he was forcing her to do something so stupid. He ordered her to do it again. This time, her anger got her up and got her down. He repeated this a few times until she was proud of doing it right, and she felt herself releasing to him again. This simple action, requiring so much concentration, had her inside herself again, feeling the internal muscles sending pulses up through her; it had turned from an irritating nothing into an erotic ballet. He seemed to know when she didn't flex them and would remind her. As the excitement built, it was becoming so simple it felt like a force outside herself was lifting her. Then something touched her from behind. The sensation exploded through her. It was not where his voice was coming from. Distracted, she fell forward into his arms. He held her in a tight embrace. She felt large breasts and a large body, the texture of a leather corset, hugging her from behind, and the hand covered in the disguise of rubber entering her. She moaned. She released into the embrace almost like a faint. Suddenly, tears and a howling moan came from nowhere. Normally there's a geography to feelings, a place of origin and a pathway, but this came out of her like a lost child finally finding her parents. They held her. She emptied herself into them. They held her for a long time after she'd stopped making any sounds, after her breathing had calmed, after she had settled, until she asked for them to release her. She asked him if she could take off the blindfold. He said it was up to her. She looked around, embarrassed, makeup smeared, eyes red. "Can we go home?" She said quietly. He uncuffed her, put her overcoat around her shoulders and headed for the door. As they reached it, a man came up. "Did you have fun?" He asked cheerfully. She smiled lamely. He spoke for them. Thanked the man for the party, asking him to pass on their best wishes to his wife. As he went to open the door, she hesitated. She was going into the street naked. They looked at each other in silence for a moment. He opened the door, and they walked out into a suburban area with a lot of forest around and through it. She grabbed the overcoat, wrapped it tightly around her, and hugged close to him. In the car, he said she could take off her shoes. And reached over the back seat for some satiny silk pyjamas, hung them over the seat and her shoulder. She took them and hugged them, enjoying the texture, the softness. At first she used them like a pillow against the window, needing her own space away from him. About halfway home, she leant over to him; he put his arm around her, and she said, "Wow!" She looked up at him, and they kissed gently. Talking would be for tomorrow.

11 September 2026

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After our first meet, we were still sexting... although I missed her, the thought of driving for 3 hrs in Melbourne traffic was always a challenge. Lucky me, the sex gods smiled. A work trip to visit a plant came up which apparently was near to her place. The thought of fucking her again and making her cum just made me so fucking hard. After my work, I waited in her work car park., she was worried that she will be in work clothes and not dolled up... did not do her nails or hair. I said “you are right babe, I am in hi-vis. I do feel the same x”. I picked her up and a short 15 min drive all one handed. She has her hand on my dick and my left hand on her pussy... we laughter how stupid VicRoad not consider a special license for one handed sec situational driving…I had to admit I did not put any indicators on any turn. How can I do that with one hand. Reached her home, scanned the neighbourhood for any people peeking on us. Comforting to see that the only people we could see were the old rich retired dads doing garden who can hear or see 5ft far. I took a shower first, followed which she did her shower. The idea of showering together crossed our mind, but not sure why did not that happen - not sure. I waited for her in the bed with bath towel, pulled down the window curtains to around 70%. She came in unwrapped the towel and started sucking me. My black dick was up and running. Her touch was magical. I closed my eyes, put my hands on her head and enjoyed the magic that was taking place. Me:” it feels so good baby”: she: “give it to me baby, you want to fuck me”. Me: “is your pussy wet baby”. She: “so fucking wet” me: “come on top baby slide black dick in your pink pussy”. It was effortless, the dick knew its destination… she rode me like a cowboy trying to tame a bull… we were loud unaware that the back door was open. She went to override mode cumming about 3 times. I licked her big boobs, her nipples tight as a rock. Me: “I am thirsty, let me taste it baby”, she sit on my face, my long tongue working it magic, licking her deep and in / out, she cummed, drenching my face. I went on top, fucking her deep. She grabbed me by my ass, I leaned on her, kissing her boobs, tongue all over her body. I could feel the squeeze on my dick when she was about to cum. My arms went underneath and hold / lift her numb, as I wanted to get deeper and deeper. It was about 30-35 mins into the session, I had a good ability to hold my cum. She came about another 2 times. Me:” I wanted to cum baby:” she: “fill me up”. Me:” Can we cum together” she:” yea baby, fuck me hard:” me:” like rabbits”. We cummed each into each other at the same time and her pussy was drenched with my cum. Oh go, it felt so good… both crashed with arms wide open… silence for the next couple of mins to catch our breath. We refreshed ourselves, drank some coconut water and electrolytes. She showed her AMM account and had all these stories from people and couples who contacted her. We talked about the idea of playing as a couple, she started showing me the type of porn she likes. After 30 mins, I could feel the blood rushing into my dick, making it hard again… she was lying on bed with her ass up… I entered her from the back and I could feel her pussy was so wet, I could not resist the smell and starting licking that pussy juices. She made sounds of heaven coming. I was literally tired but I wanted to give her a good fucking, I kept on going for about 15-20 mins and then cummed together again. After resting, I showered and she made me the best French omelette with some juice. I was so tired and hungry, 4 egg omelette disappeared in seconds. I was literally walking like a zombie and kissed her goodbye on the road to Melbourne.

10 September 2026

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I meet this young lady she was beautiful brown hair hazel eyes she was just a dream we hit it off right away the talking the banter was just great she invited me to her room for drinks so I agreed and went after my next shift of work she poured me a scotch which was a very nice drop the talking picked up where it left off from the other day and before long the flirting started both ways just a little touch here and a rub of the hand there. Then came the kissing omg this woman could kiss she pushed me back into the couch and sat right in my lap before no time my shirt was off and she was kissing my chest I tried to undo her top and she said not yet all I due time I was getting hard and I new she could feel it raising she had that smile on her face she unbuttoned my pants slid them down now I tried again to undo her top this time I was successful I undid her bra with one flick of my fingers and out shot her boobs my mouth went right for her right nipple then her left the heat was raising then out of nowhere a knock at the door Sam quickly covered up and went to the door opened it and there was this 5foot 8 blonde woman mid 30s she said "hi Sam I hope I’m not to late". Sam brings her in introduce her to me and said, "this is Kate". Kate and Sam started to kiss and play with each other I started growing and growing then they both moved over towards me this was two super hot ladies both on me we all got completely undressed and started have this amazing sex then Kate said can I fuck her ass of course I said yes she lay on top of Sam so Sam could lick her pussy and she could lick hers then I entered her tight ass hole when I pulled out Sam took it straight into her mouth sucked it so hard then right back into Kate ass where I was to cum very hard then I bent down licked the cum out of her ass and kissed Sam leaving the cum in her mouth

9 September 2026

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You were twenty-five and freshly single. The breakup had been clean but still left a hollow space, so you booked a seven-night cruise out of Sydney on impulse—sun, salt air, and enough anonymity to stop thinking about her for a while. You first noticed them on the second evening at the mid-ship bar. She had thick red hair that caught the light, a soft, full body in a dark dress that hugged her curves without apology. He stood beside her, tall and lean, the kind of athletic build that came from years of consistent training. They were clearly in their forties, easy with each other, laughing at something private. You ordered a drink nearby. Conversation started the way it does at sea—small talk about the itinerary, the food, the ridiculous formal nights. Their names were Claire and Mark. They were warm without being pushy. After that you kept crossing paths: breakfast buffet, pool deck, the late-night lounge. Always a few minutes of easy chat. Nothing more. By the fifth night the three of you were properly drunk. The ship was somewhere in the Coral Sea, the bar almost empty, the conversation looser than it had any right to be. Mark mentioned, almost casually, that they’d been talking about the hot-wife thing for a while—how the idea of Claire with another man turned them both on. Claire’s cheeks were flushed, but she didn’t look away. She watched you while she sipped her wine and said, quietly, that the right person on a trip like this might be interesting. You felt the shift in the air. They invited you back to their cabin. You went. Inside, the lights were low. Claire kissed you first—slow, deliberate, tasting of wine. Mark stayed close, watching, occasionally guiding her or murmuring something low against her ear. Clothes came off in stages. Her body was soft and warm, full breasts, rounded stomach, wide hips. Mark was hard already, stroking himself while he watched the two of you. You put a condom on before you pushed into her. She was wet and tight around you, moaning into your mouth, her red hair spread across the pillow. Mark moved behind her at one point, kissing her neck, reaching between you to touch her clit while you fucked her. The rhythm built—deep, steady thrusts, her nails in your back, the wet sound of skin on skin. Halfway through she reached down, fingers clumsy with drink and need, and rolled the condom off you. The sudden heat of her bare cunt wrapping around your bare cock made you groan. She locked eyes with you, voice thick and desperate. “No more rubber. Please. I want to feel every inch of you. I want you to fill me up.” She rocked her hips, taking you deeper, the slick walls of her pussy clutching and releasing. “Come inside me. I need it. Creampie me—please, don’t pull out. I want to feel you pulse and leak.” Mark’s hand slid down to spread her open wider for you, his voice rough. “Do it. Give her what she’s begging for.” You flipped her onto her back and drove into her missionary, pinning her thick thighs open. Her soft belly jiggled with every thrust; her heavy breasts bounced. She kept begging between gasps, nails raking your shoulders. “Harder—fuck me harder. I want to feel you throb when you come.” You pulled out only long enough to roll her onto all fours. From behind the view was pure: the full curves of her ass, the wet pink of her cunt, Mark’s cock right in front of her face. She took him into her mouth while you slammed into her, the wet slap of your hips against her soft cheeks filling the cabin. Mark’s hand tangled in her red hair, guiding her as she moaned around his shaft. When she was trembling and close, Mark lay back on the bed and pulled her on top of him. She sank down onto his cock with a long, broken sigh, riding him slowly at first, her chubby thighs flexing, red hair sticking to her damp skin. You moved in behind her. Mark held her open, spreading her cheeks so you could see where his cock disappeared into her pussy. You pressed the head of your bare cock against her tight little asshole, already slick from her own wetness. She pushed back, whimpering. “Yes—put it in. Stretch me. I want both of you.” You worked yourself inside her ass inch by inch while she stayed impaled on Mark. The dual stretch made her cry out, head falling forward onto Mark’s chest. Once you were fully buried you started moving—short, deep thrusts that forced her down harder onto her husband’s cock. She was impossibly tight around both of you, the thin wall of flesh between your cocks rubbing with every stroke. Mark thrust up from below; you drove into her from behind. Claire was lost, babbling between them. “Oh fuck—so full—don’t stop. Use me. Come in me, both of you.” Her whole body shook. You reached around to rub her swollen clit and she came hard, cunt and ass clenching rhythmically around the two of you. The pressure tipped Mark over first; you felt him pulse inside her pussy. The feeling of his cock throbbing against yours through the thin barrier pushed you over the edge. You buried yourself to the hilt in her ass and came in long, heavy spurts, flooding her while she sobbed with pleasure. When you finally eased out, thick white cum leaked from both her holes, trailing down her soft inner thighs and onto Mark’s balls. Later, lying tangled in the sheets, Claire traced idle patterns on your chest. Mark was quiet, satisfied. She said, almost casually, that they lived two streets over from your suburb in Sydney. The same postcode, basically. They’d been thinking about making this a regular thing—someone close enough that it could happen more than once, someone they already liked talking to. No pressure, no drama. Just the three of you, whenever the mood struck. You looked at her soft body, the evidence of what you’d just done still glistening between her thighs, and at Mark’s steady, unreadable expression. The idea settled in your gut like another drink—warm, a little dangerous, hard to refuse. By the time the ship docked back in Sydney you already had their numbers. Two streets away. Open invitation. The hollow space the breakup left didn’t feel quite so empty anymore.

7 September 2026

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I was 31 years old, teaching Mathematics to High School students when I was told that a Trainee Teacher was coming to the school for a week and I was to be her supervisor. Rachael was 22 years old and very attractive and I was more than happy to take on the burden of her teaching training round. For her last day I told her I wanted her to give a class on a particular topic. I watched from the back of the room, taking notes. As she wrote on the blackboard, I watched her short dress rising higher up her bare legs as she stretched to write at the top of the board. Later, at the pub with a dozen other teachers on a typical Friday after school, I ran into Rachael at the bar and I suggested we sit somewhere away from the other teachers. We talked about her week's training and her teaching ambitions. At some point she mentioned she recently travelled to Sydney with her girlfriend and visited her sister and husband who lived there. She told me she and her girlfriend were staying in a motel when her brother-in-law came around with his mate. She pulled out a photo showing the motel living room with two mattresses on the floor. Rachael pointed to the mattresses and told me her girlfriend had fucked her brother-in-law on one of the mattresses while she had fucked his mate on the other. After that piece of news, I thought now would be a good time to make my intentions clear. I gave her a $20 note and told her to get some drinks, letting her know that I should not be walking around in the condition she had just brought on. When she returned, I told where my car was parked. To avoid advertising what we were doing to the rest of the teachers, I suggested she give me a 5 minute start before coming after me. The drinks went down quickly and I left. Three minutes later I looked back to see her walking towards me. I waited for her and it wasn't long before we were in the car where I removed her g-string and slipped my finger in her soaked pussy while she rubbed my hard cock through my jeans. I drove home with both hands on the wheel, trying to concentrate on the traffic. It was a very hot day so the first thing we did once our clothes had disappeared was to shower together. Once dried, we wasted no time in hitting the bed and I slid my very hard cock into her very wet cunt for the first time. As I fucked her she pushed back with equal intensity. She wanted to get on top so we rolled over with my cock still inside her and she began to bounce up and down my full length. Once back in the missionary position, Rachael started to come. As I watched her I thought I should be the gentleman and come with her but on quick reflection decided I wanted my hard cock inside her for a bit longer. I continued to drive into her wetness as she came. I slowed down as she recovered but still kept sliding my cock in and out of her. Eventually, she began to respond again to the motion of my cock in her. Five minutes later, she began to orgasm again and this time I joined her, coming deep inside her. The night was still very warm so we sat out on the balcony wearing only light robes. I asked Rachael if this was her first Trainee Teacher round. She told me that she had been to another school in the previous term. She smiled at me and said: “In answer to the question you have not asked, I fucked a science teacher and a trainee phys-ed teacher there. Is that what you wanted to hear?” My cock began to assert itself again. I opened my robe and showed my cock to Rachael and said: “It certainly is. Hop on and tell me more”. She stood up, opened her robe, straddled me, grabbed my hard cock and slid it into her very wet cunt. We continued to fuck like that until I picked her up, my cock still inside her, and took her inside. I laid her on the dining table with her legs over my shoulders and drove my cock into her until we both came.

4 September 2026

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Some years ago now I was watching a video of SpaceX’s facility at Boca Chica, Texas when they showed the weight test bags hanging from the Chopsticks on the Launch Tower. Most people commented that they looked like “balls” as in testicles but they more reminded me of a woman’s tits I once had the privilege of fondling. I had been on AMM perving at big tits to wank to and messaging the occasional woman to see if they were interested in a few horny messages. I usually got knocked back but I have had some good exchanges over the years and met up with a few women as a result. This one woman was about ten years younger than me and married. Hubby didn’t know about her being on AMM which was fine but she just wanted to talk dirty and to show off her tits to anyone who cared to view them. As I said I was looking for tits to wank over and someone messaging you whose tits you can see is so much better than general perving. I had a lady friend that I was boning at the time from another web site and so we both knew that we dabbled with others. This woman from AMM had asked more than once if I liked her tits and she had given me access to her private gallery. I told her that I did indeed like her tits and that I had expended quiet a few violent jerks of cum whilst ogling them. She seemed delighted that I had orgasmed over seeing her tits on the screen. Hearing that, I decide to try my luck and proposition her. She asked me what I had in mind and so I told her directly that I wanted to fuck her. She seemed a little taken aback as she went quiet and didn’t reply to my message. I think a few days went by and a message appeared. She had gone away and thought about it and said that she wanted to remain faithful to her husband and so she would not have sex with me (her words not mine), but if I liked her tits so much she would have me to her place when hubby was at work so that I could meet her tits in person. I was in my bargaining mode period back then and so I stuck to my guns and insisted on boning her. More silence re messages. A few days later she messaged again. I had just come home from work I think and so when I saw her message I was excited to say the least. Mind you it might have been her telling me to get lost but any message back then was exciting and really got my cock interested. I used to love getting home from work and going onto my computer to see who (if anyone) had messaged me on AMM. I wanked myself sore regularly back in those days and had to abstain until the knob recovered several times. She reiterated that she wouldn’t fuck me but suggested that she suck me instead. I can’t remember ever turning down a blow job and so I accepted her terms and showed up at the arranged time at her house down at Heathcoat in Sydney’s South. Her house backed onto the National Park and was quite secluded although the neighbours would have been able to see me as I walked up the path to the house. She answered the door with a big smile and dressed in a loose fitting top/smock sort of thing and slacks. The smile sort of faded. I don’t whether she was put off because I was ugly (although she had seen my face photo) or by my 6’3” height as she was 5’4” if that or maybe it was just the fact that I was standing there and she was almost obliged to flash her tits to a complete stranger. She was solidly built and must have had twenty kilos on me and it looked good on her. She was average to quiet, certainly not outgoing but I like that. She led me into the lounge dining room and stood in the center of the room and I stood in front of her. There were no niceties like “would you like a tea or coffee?” it was straight into it. Even as she stood there she was slightly thrusting out her chest and the smock was doing its best to cover what must have been (and are) big tits. I can’t remember what was said but it would have been something like “well, it is nice to meet you at last” but mid sentence I reached forward and held one of her tits (and magnificent it was!) as I continued to finish my sentence. Her mouth dropped open in mild astonishment but then she recovered and smiled as I felt her, thrusting out her chest even more. I tried to get through the smock but it was one of those pull over your head things without access for prying hands to get to tits. She grabbed me by the hand and led me to a room with a double bed in it. It must have been the spare bedroom or guest room as it was very tidy and there were no personal items on the dressing table. In hindsight the spare room was probably a good idea lest hubby find something incriminating if we carried on our debauchery in their bedroom. Once there I resumed trying to grope her tits through this smock without success. She realised the problem, peeled the smock off, threw it onto a chair and stood there naked except for a bikini top from the waist up. Yes she had on a bikini top, not a bra. It was a very hard working bikini top and her breasts filled it out very well. It reminded me of two over full water balloons straining and trying not to explode. The “cups” of the bikini were like two bags and she must have poured her tits into them, filling them out and straining the thin material to breaking point it seemed just how the water bags in the SpaceX video appear. I was in my “Big Tits!!!” period back then. Come to think of it, I still am! Each breast was the size of a small rock melon. I could just make out the nipples squashed against the tightly stretched material. The two halves of the bikini were joined by a string that met at the middle in a little bow that was suspended seemingly out over the chasm that was her cleavage. Being a guy I thought that if I pulled on the string of the bow it would release these excellently large melons but of course it was either sewn shut and not meant to open that way or I managed to stuff it up. I wasn’t sure what the purpose of the string was but I suppose her tits would have swung about without it. In hindsight I can’t see anything wrong with that, but then again I am not a bikini designer. After a few attempts by me undoing her bikini top as she looked on, she grew impatient and somehow released the back of the bikini and let it fall forward. I wasn’t normally that inept when it came to undressing a woman, maybe the size of the tits was affecting my brain. She then peeled what there was of it off her fun bags and leant forward to let them dangle out and down. These tits were big, not ginormous but big and had faint stretch marks on the sides to confirm that. She jiggled them from side to side as she had no doubt done for guys all of her life and they swayed about like knockers in a very big church bell, fatter and fuller at the bottom as they hung down, the weight pulling the sides of the breast in. So horny! My tool wanted to leap between them (it’s an animal!). I tried to cup both of them, one in each hand but I was having myself on as neither hand even came close to encompassing one of these tits by itself. I was both overcome and excited by the sheer quantity of tit in front of me. I decided to concentrate on one tit at a time and held one with one hand and pinched the nipple with the other, rolling it between my finger and thumb before clamping my mouth down over the nipple and as much of the areola as I could get into my mouth and sucked with a pulsating slurping action like a little suckling pig. There were ooos, ahhhs and little ooohs that I could hear as I made a very close inspection of her chest while slurping and sucking. She held my head. I wasn’t sure whether it was to hold my head on her tit or to hold it off as the excitement was bordering on pain perhaps but she didn’t seem to want me to stop. She removed her hands from my head and let her arms flop down and back as she thrust out her chest for more attention. I switched to tit number two and leaving one hand to fondle saliva covered tit number one, still struggling in vain to encompass the whole tit in that one hand and kneading and fondling the soft skin as it squelched between my fingers. She reached up, grabbed the back of my head and pulled it between her tits rubbing my face on them and then burying my head between them with a quiet fiendish chuckle. I held her waist and wallowed in the warmth of her breasts, rubbing my face between her tits, kissing, licking and slobbering my way back to the surface before diving in again, reveling in all of the flesh of these melons. I led her over to the bed and sat her down. I was mesmerised by the round fullness of her breasts. Somewhere deep down where ancient male female attraction genes reside along with the instinct for the continuation of the species, there was something that drives heterosexual men crazy when they see a naked woman’s body. Sure a pretty face goes a long way as does a compatible personality but it doesn’t explain why so many guys find themselves talking to a woman’s tits when she wears say a well filled out blouse or a low cut neckline. Can it simply be that a woman with large breasts will be able to feed the young and lots of ‘em when guys are seeking out a female to root and to be a mother to their progeny? Or are men just randy little bastards and don’t care what attracts them to tits and arses. The desire to lay their tools in the cleavage of a woman’s breasts and to rub their genitals all over those breasts is a little more cloudy and obscured but what the heck it feels good and seems to bring out the animal in guys or this one at least. I had my tool out in an instant and laid the length of pre-cum wet meat on her chest. Well, in her cleavage actually (see what mean?). Her eyes lit up at the sight of my cock standing out pointing at her, the knob wet with pre-cum, looking ominous. I held her shoulders and guiding my tool awkwardly with my hips, I rubbed it all over each breast, poking the plum coloured, tight skinned, pre-cum dribbling knob into the sides, up underneath and then into the nipples and areolas as she moved her shoulders to present her chest and tits for attention, holding up each breast with her hands as I swapped back forth. Animal lust overwhelmed me. With one hand I grabbed around the base of my cock and under my scrotum, strangling my balls into two shiny scrotum covered orbs with my rampant cock waving around, the knob a purple colour and glistening with pre-cum and strained to wipe them all over which ever tit wandered close enough, standing on my tip toes to reach every bit of tit I could. I held onto her shoulder with my other hand to steady myself and she giggled at my awkward, frenzied desperate activity but also eagerly thrust out her tits, pushing them up with her hands cupped under them so as not to miss out on any contact with my genitals. I came very close to ejaculating all over her tits but energy must have deserted me as I collapsed back down off my tip toes to stand flat on my feet, releasing my tool from my grip to flop in the crack between her melons. She pushed them together engulfing my poor tool and I watched the knob disappear at first only to reappear as if from nowhere between the fascinating plump roundness of the crevice created by her breasts. I held her arms again and moving my whole body I thrust my tool up and down almost to frenzy pitch in the quietness of the room. I asked if she had any lube as my pre-cum wasn’t quite up to the dryness between her tits. She looked up as if thinking, leapt up and raced out of the room tits jiggling and arse wobbling wonderfully as she went, only to return seconds later, running before plonking herself back down on the bed in her position before me and my cock. She squirted lube into her hand and in a near orgasmic massage applied it to my knob and then my shaft and balls. I don’t why the balls needed it but better safe than sorry I suppose. Maybe she just liked playing with my balls and I certainly didn’t mind. With cock suitably lubed I resumed my tit fucking and pleasant it was. I watched my shaft rooting between her tits, sliding back and forth, the knob appearing and disappearing between her cleavage, my groin and the base of my cock slapping into her nipples as I drove my hips into her. Her mouth dropped open and she kissed the knob on one of the upthrusts, on the next one the knob slipped into her mouth and out again with a moist slurping noise as I repeated it again and again until she lost interest in me fucking her tits and let them drop away, taking the tool properly in her mouth and swallowing it until she gagged. There ensued a bit of coughing, very horny noisy gargling and gagging and then a very good blow job as she went about her task with great gusto and eagerness which in itself was such a turn on let alone the sensation of her lips wrapped around my knob and shaft as she held/played with my balls. I was enjoying myself but I couldn’t contain my orgasm any longer and out of courtesy I informed her (incase she wasn’t a swallower) that I was going to cum. She didn’t move just kept her mouth there like a vagina and I blew my load exploding into her mouth with a climax that made my ears pop as I strained every muscle in my body to deliver my squirts of hot jism down her throat. It felt like my balls were going to appear in my throat. I wiped myself off, stuffed my tool and balls away as she pulled her pancho thingy back over her head to cover her tits, mumbling something about hubby coming home soon. I thanked her, which prompted a lovely smile and I watched her tits wobbling delightfully under her top as she walked me to the door. The whole episode didn’t last more than forty or so minutes but it was delightful.

3 September 2026

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Yesterday a cousin]s friend that lives in Coffs Harbour was on her way home from Nowra and her car broke down on the M7 motorway and she new I live close and she rang my cousin and asked if I could help her with a good mechanic I have a great mechanic and arrange for her car to be towed there and as it’s going to take a couple of days to get the parts I said she could stay at my place to save the cost of a motel and as I only have a one bedroom and as she is a BBW LADY I said she could have my bed and I would sleep on the lounge but she said we are both adults and she trust me not to touch her any way I got woken up this morning to a head on my chest and a boob touching my cock threw my boxes pants and next thing I have a hard on and she felt it and she said she had to fixed that and as a way of thanking me for letting her stay and next thing I know she got up out of the bed and stripped her night dress of to expose a massive set of boobs and a hairy pussy I got up before she could do anything and stripped off and grabbed hold of one boob and started to suck on it she then push me down and took my cock in her mouth I stopped her as I didn’t want to blow just yet and went head first between her legs and for the first time tasted a hairy and went to work on her clit and I must have done it right with my tongue or was it the feel she was getting from my fingers playing with her nipples as she said she was coming and gee she tasted good and said I hope you can fuck as good as you sucked on the clit I must have because she said before she goes home she wants more I rang the mechanic and her car wouldn’t be ready till tomorrow morning so I am looking forward to more sex today or tonight or even before she goes home tomorrow and what a way to wake up and for those of you that don’t believe it’s true will it did happen and I have been having a run of good luck with women of late so I must be good at pleasing a lady.

3 September 2026

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The old boss she rang me to say she was down in Sydney from Brisbane and wanted to know if I wanted to catch up as she was staying in the city sure why not she texted me the motel name and room number we went down to the coffee shop and as it was getting around tea time I suggested we go to china town for dinner and after dinner I walked her back to her motel and she invited me up for a coffee as the coffee shop was closed and in the evaluator she caught me looking at her big boobs they were a size E at least and she said I see you are excited and next thing she reached and had a feel on my cock and as soon as her room door closed she pulled my pants down and went to work with her mouth on my cock she pulled away and said her Sister says you give a great massage and know how to use your tongue I had had her Sister a few times who was I to argue I was massaging her back and iner thighs when she told me to stop and she rolled over to show 2 large pointing Nipples I gave her boobs and Nipples a good massage and she said how about you return the favour and go to work on her clit I didn’t need to be told twice and after she came all over my face let see if you can use your cock as well as you used your tongue I must have as we both fall asleep and in the morning I was woken up to her mouth around my cock we had a fuck and I took her to the airport just in time for her flight back to Brisbane and she must have told her sister as her sister rang me a couple of days later to ask who was the better fuck I told her I would need to have another sexual experience to decide it’s yet to be arranged

30 August 2026

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You opened the door, and I stepped inside. The moment it closed behind me, I felt your arms slip around my waist, pulling me gently against you. Your lips found my neck, soft and lingering, sending a shiver through me. Your fingers brushed along the zipper of my dress, slowly drawing it down as you whispered my name. I turned in your arms and looked up at you. For a moment, neither of us spoke. There was only that charged silence between us, the kind that made it impossible to pretend we didn’t both know exactly what we wanted. You leaned closer, your forehead resting against mine. Stay, you whispered. I smiled, my hands resting against your chest. I wasn’t planning on leaving. My words barely leave my lips before you pull me closer. The kiss that follows is different, deeper, more desperate, as though all the things we’ve been holding back have finally become impossible to hide. Your hands settle around me, and I can feel the tension in the way you hold me, like you’re afraid that if you let go, this moment might disappear. I pull back just enough to look into your eyes. There’s something there that stops me. Not just desire. Something softer. Something frighteningly real. You know this changes everything, I whisper. You don’t answer immediately. Instead, you brush your fingers gently along my cheek, your eyes never leaving mine. I know. Those two words hit harder than anything else could. I close my eyes for a second, trying to steady myself, but you lean in again, your forehead against mine. Neither of us needs to say what we’re thinking. For once, we’re not pretending. You take my hand and lead me further inside, and when the door to the outside world disappears behind us, it feels like we’re finally allowing ourselves to admit what has been building between us all along. We kiss passionately as you remove my dress, your hands rubbing against my tits as my nipples become harder with your touch. I moan wanting more, you lower your mouth on my nipples you start to suck gently enjoying them in your mouth. I push your head in closer to tell you to suck more. You loose control and enjoy my hard nipple, my other in your hands. You come up and look me in my eyes, I want to see all of you. I start to remove your shirt and rub my hands down your chest, I start to kiss down licking and biting. I get to your belt and start to take off your pants, exposing your hard thick cock. I start to suck slowly making my way down your hard shaft. You moan as you grab my hair and pull me in. You can’t take it anymore, you need me you want me. You pick me up and throw me on the bed, you open my legs and taste me and feel how wet I am. I moan fuck yesss please yesss. You kiss up my body and find my lips, as you kiss me your cock slips inside me and we moan almost in sync. Yesss yesss! We start to fuck hard wanting more and more our bodies mixed as one. You kiss me deeply as our bodies cum, ohhhh fuck! We lay there together breathing heavily, kissing softly… you whisper in my ear. Open your legs…

30 August 2026

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I had spoken with Jack a few times in the chat room. His profile read well. He was a younger guy mid 20s, slim, fit and recently single. Jack had a couple of long term girl friends and was keen to explore the lifestyle with couples and women. We had spoken a few times about some of my experiences, including some hotwifing and cuck play. His profile was well written, but he had “not had much luck” on the site. I suggested that maybe some better photos would help. Some of the selfies he had taken were classic “web site guy” pics and he wanted something a little better and sexier. I showed him a few photos I had taken for friends and Jack asked if I could take some for him. We agreed to catch up over the weekend at his apartment and do a shoot. I arrived at Jack’s on Saturday afternoon, camera bag and lights in tow. He showed me in and offered me a beer while I set up my gear. We had not really chatted about what the shoot was going to be, but I suggested a few clothed shots then down to some more intimate underwear shots. He was starting to get a little nervous as he had not done anything like this before. I reminded him that I had done a few shoots before and he had nothing to be worried about, and it would be fun. I tested the light sync on with my camera and suggested Jack pose for me standing in the middle of his bedroom in front of his bed. As I had mentioned, Jack was a slim aussie guy. He was a bit under 6ft with a good toned body, blonde hair and a great smile. He had dated and now as a single guy wanted to explore a few fantasies, including MFM, MFF and a few other vices. He listed himself as straight on his profile. When we had chatted about some of my experiences and some of the things he wanted to try we had spoken about him being comfortable being naked around other guys. The only time he had been naked around other guys was in the showers at the gym. He was interested in going to a club also, but baby steps. We took a few photos of him standing posing and I started directing him to move and twist to get some different angles. The white t shirt and blue jeans combination were working well as I showed him a few images on the camera. We continued to chat as I took some shots. The conversation shifted to some of my play sessions, some hotwife play and partner swapping. I had asked Jack to move his body around, he was not quite getting the pose so I positioned him. Shifting his body and turning his torso to get the shot I wanted. He was comfortable with my touch and just went with it. We had some great profile shots to work with. I suggested he take his shirt off and get onto the bed. He removed his shirt showing off his smooth hairless chest and a hint of abs. I sat him on the foot of the bed, legs spread with his hands on his knees. We got a few shots and I asked him to lie on the bed on his stomach. I took a few more of him arching his back and showing off his physique. I told him to roll over on to his back. I moved his arms up around his head and spread his legs slightly. We took a few in variations of that postitions before I asked him if he wanted a few sexier ones. Jack was lying on his back. I asked him to remove his belt then unbutton his jeans and fly. I took a few action shots as he followed my instructions. His fly all the way down I could see some of his black briefs and a significant bulge being outlined. I took a few closer up pics for him then told him to slide his thumb into his briefs to show off his abdomen a bit more. As he moved his thumb down, his cock strained against the material... he was turned on. I showed him some of the pics and said to him “ that looks pretty hot, you ok to do some underwear shots?” . He nodded approval and I asked him to stand up at the foot of the bed and take his pants off. He slid off the bed and took his jeans off. I could see the outline of his cock at full attn through his black briefs. I moved his body around into a few poses before asking him to slide his thumb back into the elastic of his briefs to show off some more of his abdomen. He was rock hard and straining against the thin fabric as I took a few close ups. I asked him to turn around to get a few butt shots too. I positioned his hips ad asked him to slide his briefs down so I could get a couple of cheekier shots. He slid them off facing away from me. I took a few more before moving his hands to his hips for a pose. I moved up next to him to show him the result . Looking down I could see he was rock hard. Thick, cut 7” with a big mushroom head. He was starting to get a little embarrassed, but I reminded him it was all cool, this does happen and not to worry. I asked him to turn around and place both hands over his cock. His hands barely covered it as I took a few front on shots. We had a fair bit of good content, but I asked him if he was ok to do a couple more. I got him to lie down on the bed, face down. I took a few photos of his back and butt then spread his legs slightly . I could clearly see his smooth balls and took a few more pics. I moved his right leg up, cocking it slightly for a much better angle. He moved slightly and cupped his balls to move them. He was a little shocked, I apologized and took a few more shots. I asked him to move onto all 4s. Moving behind him I spread his legs, exposing his hanging balls and thick shaft. I got him to thrust his hips out in a downward dog position as i took a few pics of his butt over his shoulder. I moved behind him, getting a few close ups of his cock and ass. I said to him “ these are going to be pretty good for your profile, did you want to get a couple of cock shots?”. He was a bit shy, but I asked him to roll onto his back. I spread his legs slightly and started taking close ups. I asked him to give it a couple of pumps to get it at full mast. He wrapped his fingers around his thick shaft and started to slowly stroke it. I took pictures and he didnt stop stroking. I asked him if it was “feeling good?” . I kept chatting to him, while taking some pics, as he stroked his cock. Talking about a particular hot wifing experience I had shared with him previously. His eyes were closed and he was enjoying the moment. I said we were pretty much done, and asked him what he was going to do for the rest of the arvo. With his eyes closed, he murmured “finish this”. I asked him if he would be comfortable getting a few “money shots”. He was that turned on, he said... sure. He had been stroking for a while, so I offered him some lube. I put the camera down and squirted some into the palm of my hand. Reaching out I rubbed it along his shaft, wrapping my fingers around his thickness. He was a little shocked but went with it... eyes closed enjoying the sensation of my hand. I continued to tell him the story (its one of my other ones on here) as I worked his shaft and balls with my hands. Its funny with guys, most are straight until they get horny enough or its late enough at night and they just want to get off. Have experienced this a few times on here.... I stood up and took off my shirt and shorts, while continuing to tell Jake the story. I sat back down on the edge of the bed, sliding my cock out of my briefs. I was leaking pre cum, rock hard and pulsing. I started stroking my thick uncut cock and wrapped my other hand around Jacks member. His eyes were closed, hands above his head. I had reached a part of the story where the hotwife was giving me a bj while her husband watched and masturbated. I asked Jack when the last time he had a bj was... he said it had been ages. I leaned across licking the tip of his thick helmet. He started to moan as I continued to lick and stroke his cock. I moved position, maneuvering myself between his legs. I engulfed his thick head, stroking his shaft and cupping his balls with my other hand. He was moaning and bucking a little as I took most of his shaft into my throat. We had discussed bj’s in chat. Neither of his Ex’s had made him cum from oral sex, let alone let him cum in their mouths or on their faces. I had switched up a little, stroking my cock while I blew jack, my hand moving like lightning on my shaft. I could feel Jack swelling up in my mouth, he was getting close.... He moaned “ Im going to cum” . I started playing with his balls while sucking him deep. Switching to stroking his shaft and sucking the head, he gasped. The first jet hit my tongue... he tasted great, sweet. Very thick load too. I continued to pump him into my mouth, a second jet then a steady stream.... he had not cum in a while. I was so lost in the moment, I felt my own hips buck as I shot a load all over the bed. That was hot AF. I milked the last of Jack’s load out of his shaft. It pooling on his stomach. I got up and offered him a towel. He was kind of floating then snapped back to reality. I suggested he have a shower while I pack up. He shot up and I could hear the shower running. I stayed naked and packed up my gear. After a while , he reappeared in a towel. I put on my briefs and we chatted while I showed him some of the photos. They pics were great even if we missed the “ money shot”. He was surprisingly cool with everything, given the number of firsts he experienced. After we finished our drinks, I left and went home to edit the photos. He ended up using most of them on his profile. There is a bit more to this story if you are interested in hearing.

25 August 2026

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She knew she was playing with fire the moment she looked at him for the second time. The first glance had been accidental. The second absolutely wasn't. He was standing across the room, relaxed and completely comfortable in his own skin. There was something frustratingly attractive about a man who didn't seem desperate to impress anyone. Then he caught her staring. Instead of looking away, he held her gaze. A slow smile appeared. Not innocent. Not arrogant. Just enough to tell her, I saw that. Her stomach tightened. Later, she found herself beside him at the bar. “Are you following me?” she teased. He turned toward her slowly. “You'd like that explanation, wouldn't you?” She laughed. “Confident.” “Observant.” His eyes lingered on hers. “And I've noticed something about you.” “Oh?” “You get this little smile whenever you're pretending you're not attracted to someone.” Her smile immediately disappeared. His appeared. “That one.” She shook her head, laughing despite herself. “You're trouble.” “Probably.” There was something intoxicating about the way he spoke to her. No rehearsed pickup lines. No desperate compliments. He simply made her feel noticed. Then she noticed the ring. Her eyes dropped toward his hand before returning to his face. “You're married.” “I am.” No hesitation. No attempt to hide it. She should have walked away. Instead, curiosity won. “And you're standing here flirting with me.” He moved slightly closer, although he still didn't touch her. “I'm standing here talking to a woman who's been looking at me all evening.” Her heartbeat betrayed her. “That doesn't mean anything.” “Then walk away.” The challenge hung between them. She stared at him. One second. Two. Three. She stayed exactly where she was. His voice softened. “That's what I thought.” The confidence in those four words sent warmth through her. She stepped closer until the distance between them became deliberately inappropriate. “You think you have me figured out?” “Not even close.” His eyes moved briefly toward her lips. “And that's exactly why you're interesting.” For the first time that evening, she became nervous. Not uncomfortable. Excited. She could smell his cologne now. Feel the warmth of him. Every tiny movement suddenly seemed amplified. His fingertips brushed hers on the bar. Barely a touch. Yet neither moved their hand away. “You're enjoying this,” he whispered. “What?” “Making me wonder whether you're going to behave.” Her eyes narrowed playfully. “Maybe you should be wondering whether you're going to behave.” That caught him. His smile changed. She loved that she'd finally managed to surprise him. He leaned toward her until his mouth was close to her ear. “Careful.” One quiet word sent a shiver down her spine. She turned her face toward his. Their mouths were suddenly close enough that the smallest movement would erase the distance. Neither moved. That was somehow hotter than kissing him. The anticipation. The restraint. The knowledge that both of them wanted to know what the other tasted like. His hand settled gently against her waist. She inhaled sharply. He immediately stopped. His eyes met hers, silently giving her the choice. She answered by moving closer. His expression darkened. “There you are.” “Where?” “The woman who's been hiding behind that innocent smile all night.” She whispered, “Maybe she's not very innocent.” His thumb traced slowly along her waist. “I was hoping you'd say that.” This time she leaned toward him first. Their lips almost touched. Almost. Then she deliberately stopped. His eyes opened. Now it was her turn to smile. “What's wrong?” she whispered. “I thought you liked anticipation.” He laughed quietly. “You're dangerous.” She leaned close enough that her lips brushed his cheek as she whispered: “You haven't seen anything yet.” Then she stepped away. She walked several steps before looking back over her shoulder. He was still watching her. Exactly as she'd hoped. And judging by the look in his eyes, they both knew one thing. This night was nowhere near finished.

21 August 2026

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She noticed him before he noticed her—or at least, that was what she told herself. There was something dangerously composed about him. He wasn’t trying to own the room, yet somehow the room seemed to bend around his presence. Confident. Calm. A little mysterious. The kind of man who made you wonder what he was thinking precisely because he didn’t feel the need to tell you. Then his eyes found hers. Neither looked away. It lasted only a few seconds, but something changed between them. The conversation around her faded into background noise. He gave her the faintest smile—not enough to be innocent, not enough to reveal his intentions. Later, he stood beside her, close enough that she could feel his presence without him touching her. “You’ve been watching me,” he murmured. She turned toward him, amused. “You seem very sure of yourself.” “No.” His gaze settled on hers. “I’m sure of you.” Her breath caught despite herself. He leaned slightly closer, his voice dropping. “You keep pretending you’re not curious.” “And what exactly am I curious about?” His smile returned. “That’s the interesting part. I think you already know.” The tension between them became almost unbearable. He didn’t rush to touch her. Somehow, that restraint made everything more intense. His attention moved slowly from her eyes to her lips before returning to meet her gaze. She could have stepped away. She didn’t. When his fingertips finally brushed lightly against her hand, the contact was almost ridiculously innocent compared with everything she was imagining. Yet a shiver travelled through her. He noticed. Of course he noticed. “You felt that.” She smiled, refusing to surrender quite so easily. “Maybe.” “Dangerous answer.” “Why?” “Because now I want to know what else makes you react like that.” For a moment, neither spoke. Then she moved closer until only inches remained between them. “Maybe,” she whispered, “you'll have to earn the answer.” His expression changed—not surprised, but intrigued. “That,” he said softly, “was exactly what I hoped you'd say.” And suddenly she understood what made him so irresistible. He wasn't promising her anything. He wasn't trying to convince her. He was simply standing there, letting the attraction breathe between them, giving her every opportunity to walk away. Instead, she found herself wondering what would happen if she stayed. His hand found hers again, deliberately this time, his fingers closing gently around it. “Still curious?” She looked into his eyes. “Very.” He leaned closer until his lips were beside her ear. “Good.” One word. Quiet. Controlled. Certain. And somehow that single word left her thinking about everything he hadn't said—and everything that might happen next.

21 August 2026

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They met by the perfume counters on a rainy Saturday afternoon, the kind of day when the shopping centre felt like a warm, fluorescent-lit ark against the grey outside. Sarah was testing a sample of something floral and expensive, dabbing it on her wrist, when the bottle slipped. Daniel caught it before it hit the glass, his fingers brushing hers. He was tall, dark-haired, early thirties, wearing a plain black shirt that somehow looked intentional. She was mid-twenties, soft curves under a simple summer dress, hair a little damp from the rain. “Sorry,” she said, laughing under her breath. “No damage,” he answered, setting the bottle down carefully. Their eyes held a second longer than polite. The air between them thickened. They talked. First about the scent—too sweet, she decided; he preferred something darker, more skin than flowers. Then about the weather, the crowds, the ridiculous price of coffee upstairs. Somehow they ended up sharing a table in the quiet corner of a café on the upper level, away from the main thoroughfare. Conversation slipped easily into something warmer. She noticed the way his gaze dropped to her mouth when she spoke. He noticed the way she crossed and uncrossed her legs under the table, the faint press of her thighs. When the café started closing, neither of them moved to leave. “There’s a cinema downstairs,” he said. “Or… we could just keep walking.” They kept walking. Past the closing shops, past the empty food court, until the centre felt almost private. The rain had worsened; the glass roof above them drummed steadily. They found themselves in a half-lit corridor near the service elevators, the kind of place people only passed through on the way to the car park. Sarah stopped first. Daniel turned to her. The space between them disappeared. He kissed her like he’d been thinking about it since the perfume counter—slow at first, then deeper when she opened for him. Her hands slid up his chest, under the open collar of his shirt. His found the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. She felt him already hard through his jeans, and a low sound escaped her throat. They didn’t speak much after that. Words felt unnecessary. He backed her against the cool wall, one hand bracing beside her head, the other sliding down to the hem of her dress. She didn’t stop him. She lifted one leg slightly, giving him room. His fingers traced the soft skin of her inner thigh, higher, until they brushed the edge of her underwear. She was already wet. He groaned quietly against her mouth when he felt it. Sarah reached between them, palms pressing over the thick outline of his cock. She rubbed slowly, feeling him twitch. He pushed her underwear aside and slid two fingers into her, curling them just right. She bit his shoulder to keep quiet, hips rolling against his hand. The corridor was empty, but the possibility of someone turning the corner made everything sharper. He dropped to his knees without warning. She looked down, eyes wide, as he pushed her dress up and pressed his mouth between her legs. His tongue was hot, deliberate, licking through her folds, sucking lightly on her clit while two fingers worked inside her again. She braced one hand on his shoulder, the other covering her own mouth. The wet sounds of his mouth on her, the soft hum he made when she clenched around his fingers—it was almost too much. She came with a muffled cry, thighs trembling around his head. He stayed there until the last pulse faded, then stood and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Sarah’s hands went to his belt. She opened it, unzipped him, freed his cock. Thick, flushed, already leaking. She stroked him once, twice, then sank down herself. The concrete floor was hard on her knees, but she didn’t care. She took him into her mouth, slow and deep, one hand wrapping around the base, the other cupping his balls. Daniel’s head tipped back against the wall. His fingers tangled in her hair—not forcing, just holding. She sucked him with focused hunger, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing, taking him as far as she could. When he started to thrust gently into her mouth she moaned around him, the vibration making his hips jerk. He pulled her up before he finished. “Not yet,” he said, voice rough. “I want to fuck you.” She nodded. He turned her to face the wall, lifted her dress again, and tugged her underwear down to her thighs. She braced her hands against the cool surface. He rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, coating himself in her wetness, then pushed in with one long, steady stroke. They both exhaled hard. He fucked her slow at first—deep, deliberate thrusts that made her feel every inch. One of his hands slid around to her front, fingers finding her clit again, circling in time with his hips. The other gripped her hip, holding her steady. The wet slap of skin, the soft gasps she couldn’t quite swallow, the distant sound of rain—everything narrowed to the place where their bodies joined. When she started to shake again he sped up, fucking her harder, deeper. She pushed back to meet him, greedy for it. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, teeth grazing her skin. “Come for me,” he murmured. She did—clenching hard around him, a broken moan escaping despite her best efforts. The way she fluttered and squeezed dragged him over the edge. He thrust deep one last time and came inside her, pulsing, holding her tight against him while the pleasure rolled through both of them. They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, still joined. Outside the rain kept falling. Somewhere far away a security door closed. Eventually he slipped out of her. She straightened her dress with slightly unsteady hands. He tucked himself away, then pulled her close again for a slower, softer kiss. No names exchanged beyond first ones. No numbers written down. Just the shared knowledge of what they’d done in that quiet corridor, and the lingering heat of it on their skin. They walked out into the rain together, separate but not quite strangers anymore.

18 August 2026

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I was having lunch with a cousin for her birthday at the local yacht club and a old work mate of hers came over to our table to wish her a happy birthday and we all got talking and after a while we left and I was just about to turn on to the freeway when my cousin rang me asking if I had jumper leads no but I have one of those new jump packs and ask if I could go back and jump stark Alison’s car for her I did and said I would follow her home just in case and she invited me in for a coffee and said I believe you know how to give a great back massage I do and she asked me could I give her a back massage I said I am more than happy she told me to give her 5 minutes as she was going to have a hot shower and and get into something comfortable so I could massage her she called out I went into her bathroom and here she was on her stomach in a see through nighty and a beautiful bum showing I started to massage her and she stopped me and said her nighty was in the way I said I will leave the room while she took it off she said why I am sure you have seen plenty of ladies naked before gee she had a nice set of boobs and a hairy bush I said seeing your naked would you like me naked as well she said it would be nice as I can see her naked I start to take my shift off and next thing she’s pulled my pants down and has my cock in her mouth and stopped after while and said now how about that massage I did her back paying special attention to between her legs and she turned over and said now how about you put your tongue to work and she grabbed my head and pushed it to between her legs and I didn’t need to to be told what to do and after she gave me a mouthful of he juices she said I hope you can use your cock like you used your tongue I did and she wanted my load on her breasts and in her mouth

18 August 2026

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I don't think that a man who lets you go to dinner alone is all too worried about you getting home on time, Jack said quietly. My husband was actually on a business trip, closing the deal that would get him his promotion. Jack lowered his face towards my neck before I stopped him. Please, I said. I felt his hot breath on my neck, and something within me changed its mind. I looked up at him flirtatiously. Not here. He walked me to my car, and I agreed to follow him to his apartment. The entire drive there was split between convincing myself not to go and imagining all the things he would do to me. He lived relatively close to the restaurant, and when I found a parking space, I followed him up to the door that read "3". I don t even remember what the man s apartment looked like. He didn't turn the lights on, only pushed me against the wall and hoisted me onto his hips, his hands squeezing my butt greedily. I felt something hard against me, and instinctively I locked my hips around it. He was kissing me everywhere as he carried me to the back of the apartment and into a bedroom. Jack set me gently on the bed and turned the light on. When Jack walked back over to the bed, he leaned over me, removing each item of my clothing with caresses and kisses. By the time he had finished, I wanted him so badly that when he laid on top of me I ripped his shirt off, his buttons flying everywhere. He shrugged out of it while I undid his belt and pulled off his pants. He shook them off while I stared at his dick and more than anything I wanted it. Jack began to tease me with it, rubbing it around my cunt and over my clit. I let out a loud moan. Jesus, Jack said. You re so wet. All I could do was moan in return as he teased me more, starting to place the tip in and then rubbing some more. How badly do you want me to fuck you? Jack asked, a mischievous yet adorable grin crossed his face. I want you to fuck me so badly, I replied. How hard do you want me to fuck you? "I need you to fuck me as hard as you can", I said. "I NEED you to fuck me." I was begging for it now, and he loved it. He began sucking on my breasts, bringing my nipples to hard points with his tongue. I began pumping his cock with my hand, and the moan he let out resonated over my breast, causing my whole body to let out a shiver. Now he needed it. Finally, he plunged into my cunt with incredible force, causing me to let out a long and loud groan. He was thrusting quickly with either hand on my hips. One of my legs was over his shoulder, and my breasts shook hard each time he pumped into me. We were both moaning over the sound of his balls slapping against my ass and the headboard hitting the wall. I sat up and placed my hands on his shoulders, dragging my fingernails lightly down his chest. He sighed in response, and I used the moment to flip him onto his back. I used everything I had to drive him wild and fucked him as hard as I could. We must have been rolling around like that for hours, caressing each other and covering one another bodies in kisses. We eventually came together, and I slept wrapped up in his naked body, his warmth drying between my legs.

18 August 2026

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Going back to the dating scene is a hard thing to wrap someone’s head around. Getting that feeling that you haven’t felt for a long time. The bigger the gap, the bigger those feelings start to be–and being on the hook-up scene after a 20-year relationship with your high school sweetheart would take the cake—that’s what Tori is feeling right now. Sure, she’s single, and the kids are old enough that she can have a social life again without worrying about the babysitter. She laughs and is a little bit cheeky with her friends. Some are single men (but both parties know nothing is going to happen). Women who are a little bit of a stereotype, wanting to know all of the gossip. Tori joins in the conversation but doesn't feel like she can be herself, knowing the dirty things that she wants to say. Worry about her friends acting like parents. Make a dick joke, “Tori, act your age”   She had enough of them for a little bit. Loves them, but just needs a break. There’s a bit of wine in her glass, and she drinks the whole glass in one go. Excuses herself and walks towards the corner.  She asks for another glass and the bartender goes away to do that for her. While she’s waiting, a young man. Looks like he’s in his early to mid 20s and confronts her. Not in an asshole-in-the-bar way, but just saying hi to strangers.  Tori, firstly, brushes the whole thing off: a “hi there” from him = a simple nod, but the more he talks, the more she listens. He seems to be more mature for his age, like he’s her age inside his current age body, which makes her start having a conversation with him. Of course, the question had to come up: “Why are you talking to me? I’m old enough to be your mother”, but he replies with “I always get along with people who are older than my own age. Old soul. I don’t think I know how to talk to people my own age. Plus I was like, who is this hot chick” Hearing him calling her hot was shocking. In her mind, her body was shagging her face and boobs.  Maybe it's just tonight’s make-up that comes across as not. Maybe he’s drunk, but then the most forward thing he said to her happened. “What are your plans tonight beyond here?” she replies. “Nothing, really”. “Well, do you want to get an Uber and come with me?” he says with those fuck me eyes. She knows what he was talking about - her brain going through her mind. Should she? Is he like 20-something? Do I want to– To keep it short - she says yes, but they didn’t go to the house or unit or whatever. They parked at the side of the road. In his car. Him in the driver's seat, and her passenger’s. Making out heavy. Lips touching each other. Tongues looping around. His hand touches her cheek, but he moves in down. Sliding down between her cleavage and placing it underneath the dress. Grabbing, squeezing one of her breasts. You know that feeling of when you are watching two people kissing for what feels like hours. And you’re like, “Are they going to breathe? You know, come out for air.” That’s what’s going on here. Oh-he pulls the fabric across and mouths the same boob. Sucking the nip. Circling with his tongue with the odd, gentle bite. She pulls him back a bit and unzips his blue jeans. Whipping out his nice, thick cock and placing her mouth onto it.  The feeling of her lips makes him moan in seconds. It feels so good. Pervy over her body. Sliding the bottom of her dress to see her ass, which makes him want to ask.  “Do you like to be spanked?” “Uh-huh.” Then he spanks her, first gentle, but with every spank. He gets harder and harder, and her cheeks become redder and redder. Then follows with another question, “Can I fuck your throat?” Once again, from her “Uh-huh,” and he does. Just pounding his hard cock into her mouth. Making him moan louder because of how good it feels. To the point that she finally came out for air. He shouted, “FUCK!” She throws a suggestion - “Let's go outside”  Tori is sitting at the front of the car, and he is standing in front of her. Does he care that she is rocking a brush? Nope. Because he’s going down and licking her pussy like he hasn’t drunk water for 3 days, but he’s good with his skills. Making her bend back. She moans and becomes louder and louder. Reaching her first climax for the night.  She softly says, “Fuck me please” He got back onto his feet and pulled her closer to him. He inserted his rock hard cock inside of her and began to fuck her hard. Now Tori here hasn’t had much experience with dicks outside of her husband, who was–fine in bed, but THIS was a whole new thing for her.   The two of them are not holding back on how good each other feels. They don’t care if someone can hear them or drive past and see them. It feels that fucking good.  Her tits giggling, sometimes flying into her face. Watching him thrusting into her. Hard and fast. Pounding. Looking at his average chest. She'd be glad she made this choice because she’s about to reach Climax number 2, and she can feel it. She can see it on his face. He's ready to cum.   It's building, building, building until–they both cum at the same time. She creampie his cock while he creampie her pussy. Both of them are recovering from the intense sex that just happened, but he says to her.  “We better get back inside the car” “Take me to your place” She gives him a look of “Oh, this is only Round 1, buddy” - which we know he’s willing to give.

11 August 2026

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Anna was the sales manager for a large company in Perth, she had 20 staff working under her. She was dynamic 5ft7in tall light brown hair green eyes d size firm breasts in very good shape , she did aerobics and went to the gym regularly, you could not tell she was 60. Her assistant Wendy had just been promoted and was moving to Sydney so Anna was on the hunt for a new assistant. There was the annual team building weekend coming up this particular weekend so Anna decided to go. Her husband Craig worked away in the mines so her weekend was free. Friday came and all the sales staff were at work bags packed ready for a weekend away, most just went to get away from husbands and kids not for the team building, but Anna remembered what her first team building weekends were like lots of laughs and a bit of drinking. They all filed onto the bus took their seats and were on their way. Anna sat next to the weekend organiser and told her to just treat her like all the rest not as the boss, she told Anna that was her intention. They arrived at the resort had everything they would need 5star accommodation large pool a spa large spacious rooms. They filed inside and the organiser Rachael called them together gave them a brief outline of the weekend then organised them into pairs as they would be sharing rooms. Anna was paired with Jess a short blonde athletic looking girl mid 20s she was bubbly and enthusiastic, Anna had seen her around the office she was dynamic always on the go. They went to their rooms to unpack jess was just non stop talking telling Anna how excited she was to be on this trip and how great the company was to work for, she just never stopped talking. They all met back downstairs and started their team building, nothing to strenuous just a few talks and a couple of games. They finished mid afternoon and some of the women went to the bar, a few went for a walk Anna decided to go for a swim, she went and got changed into her bathers a modest 1piece and went to the pool. She was relaxing in the pool when jess turned up "I forgot my bathers" she sadly told Anna. "There are no guys here so just wear your bra and knickers" Anna told her." I don't wear a bra" Jess replied "so go topless" Anna replied. With that jess pulled her shorts off showing a red G-string then her t shirt Anna couldn't help looking at her small firm tits b-size at a push and bright pink nipples she felt a strange feeling in her pussy as Jess jumped in the water. They stayed in the pool for a while Anna finding out more about jess she lived in the city in a small flat with her cat , she had no boyfriend was more interested in her career than boys. They decided to get out and as jess was climbing out Anna noticed just how small and tight jess, s arse was and again she got that tingle in her pussy. They went back to their room to shower and change for dinner, Anna hopped in the shower lathering up her breasts and pussy it was slightly puffy for some reason, then she glanced up to see jess standing there watching her, slightly embarrassed she said " be done in a sec" " no rush " replied jess. Anna finished and hopped out of the shower as jess hopped in lightly brushing past Anna's naked body. There it was again that tingle, Anna glanced at jess, s pussy totally bald but she could make out a very large clit, she quickly looked away and went to get dressed. Anna's mind was racing why was she getting that tingle in her pussy? She dressed and went down to dinner, jess came down a bit later wearing a short pair of denim shorts which showed her firm arse cheeks and a tight black crop top no bra , hot Anna thought. Dinner was a success lots of chatter and laughs and a few drinks, Anna decided to go back to her room so went back upstairs and got changed into a black silk negligee, she was sat on the balcony watching the sunset when jess came back. She came out to the balcony and sat opposite Anna. , " you look nice" jess said " thanks " Anna replied, kinda embarrassed. Jess was looking intently at Anna's breasts and she felt the tingling again then her gaze went to Anna's pussy and she licked her lips. Jess then stood up walked over to Anna and kissed her full on the mouth, Anna responded by grabbing jess, s head pulling her closer as there mouths and tongues entwined, she felt jess feeling her large breast gently playing with her huge nipple as they continued their passionate embrace. Jess squeezed Anna's nipple harder and Anna felt the first wave of an orgasm rush over her she moaned into jess, s mouth as she came. Jess then started kissing Anna's neck pulling her negligee up over her head exposing her breasts and pussy to jess. She trailed her tongue across her breasts first one then the other before taking a nipple into her mouth. Sucking gently at first, Anna moaned again. Then jess started to bite her nipple gently as her hand found Anna's pussy rubbing her now wet pussy. Jess found Anna's clit and started rubbing it well Anna just started cumming hard as jess was now biting her other nipple a bit harder now but Anna was loving the slightly painful experience. Jess slipped a finger into Anna's pussy working it deep inside her rubbing her clit with her thumb. She then moved from her nipple trailing her tongue down Anna's stomach to her pussy she spread Anna's legs and started to tongue her sopping wet pussy. Anna just lost it and squirted all over jess, s face, jess lapped at Anna's pussy forcing her tongue deeper into her as she then sucked on her clit and puffy pussy lips. Anna put her legs over jess, s shoulders and pulled her head tighter into her pussy this was absolutely the best tonguing of her life and didn't want it to end. And jess seemed to want to eat Anna's pussy forever. She reached a hand under Anna and slowly slid a finger into Anna's arse. Anna had never tried anal but this was a new sensation and she was enjoying the feeling of having jess finger her arse. Her orgasms intensified with the new sensation. Finally jess got up from between Anna's legs and said wiping Anna's juices from her mouth " I think we should go to bed now don't you" Anna just nodded she was exhausted but keen to taste her new assistants pussy. Because she had decided between orgasms jess would be her new assistant. They could learn from each other.

11 August 2026

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This is a true story. Well, where to start? l met her on an online BDSM site. We chatted a little. She wanted a t-girl that she could dominate. Her named started with a K so I'll refer to her as Karen. Karen was tall with short black hair and wore leather and high heels. We met at a popular Melbourne gay night club. Karen told me to wear my summer school uniform. As for Karen, so dressed in leather, trousers and top with single strap high heels. Also just like in her profile. Karen was pleased to see I looked exactly as I did in my school uniform as I did in my profile photos. We chatted briefly about dominance and submission. And then it started. Karen pulled a collar out of her bag and bucketed it around my neck. Then she took out a leashed and attached it. We didn't talk much at all after that, instead Karen got very social with groups of people and led me around after her by the leash. There was never any warning, when Karen moved, I had to move. And behind her because it was crowded. I just had to pay attention to when she might move and follow straight away. Being on her leash I had no choice. Wherever Karen went I was right behind her, the bar, the dance floor even standing towards to door in a toilet cubical. When people asked Karen about me, I wasn't introduced, I was explained as her slave. This attracted several men who became interested in how Karen had a slave. Karen was very charming and friendly with them. Some men wanted to touch me, she decided, sometimes no other times, if she appeared to be enjoying their conversation yes. Or somethings, if they appeared interested in me, she would suggest it. Keep still was all she said to me if it was a yes or an invitation. I felt embarrassed but then, I had agreed to be dominated by Karen and although I didn't know what to expect, I knew that after accepting, I had to submit. As so here I was on her leash being groped. One man put his hand in my panties and lightly fingered my hole for a few seconds. Men were crowding around and Karen encouraged them to watch and some to grope. Another tweaked my nipples through my dress, which it was really difficult to keep still to as I have sensitive nipples. This seemed to interest Karen, and she suggested playing with my nipples to other men. By the end of the night, Karen, after flirting with a lot of men, had one who wanted to have sex with both of us. One who she was convinced was bi-sexual. So, into to the taxi we went. Arriving at her apartment at about 4 am, I was still on her leash being led into the elevator. They kissed all the way up to the top floor. Karen tied my hands behind my back and was knelt on the thankfully thick rug alongside the sofa, still on my leash. They started making out of the sofa in front of me, then they lay down and stared fucking. Karen would point at her nipple while fucking him, I'd move a little on my knees and suck Karen's nipple, Karen would point at his cock, I'm move a little on my knees and I'd suck his cock. Eventually they fell asleep on the sofa. And I fell asleep on the floor. Still on my leash. Karen had untied my untied hands before falling asleep and tied my leashed to the sofa leg. As for the next morning, well that's another story.

11 August 2026

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