Last week I met a guy at his home office. An architect working from home. He sent me lots of pics of his 8inch uncut shlong, that kept me keen to feel it. After some chatting I got dressed. He said he always fantasised about receiving head under his office table. I crawled from the door of his office to under his desk. Just wearing boxers I could see he was already hard. I started bitting his shaft through his boxers. I pulled them down and his dick flung out at attention. I licked and sucked his balls for a while and did long licks up his shaft licking all sides. When I put his head in my mouth I could taste the excitement. I went down as far as I could and relaxed and went a bit further, I could feel the head of his cock enter my throat. So I did my favourite thing suck from the tip to throating it. After doing that slowly for about 20mins, he said let me put it up ya. I got up and he turned me around and bent me over the desk. He lifted my mini skirt up and started to slap his dick on my but cheeks. He put a condom on and lube and pulled my g-string down to my stockings, he then tried to put it in my arse. He squeezed the head in pulled it out and again put the head in plus an inch then said I'm cumming. He said that's so tight and sexy I couldn't stop myself from blowing... so my anal experience after 4yrs was 8 seconds. He wants to see me again but is married and rarely available.

7 December 2025

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It was my first time and I lost my virginity. The woman I slept with was the hottest girl in the uni unit. I've heared numerous stories on how peoples first times all typically go bad so I prepped myself emotionally for any dissapointment. It was once I undressed infront of someone for the firsr time and saw a gorgeous woman jaw drop to my hung cock drop heavy as it curved up as if pointing at her, that I first felt confident in the sense of conquest. That night we fucked from 8:30pm all the way to 6am the next day (with 5 min breaks for water/gatorade) I held my cum in for over an hour, for a moment it felt like my cum leaked out slightly. But for her she expressed the large burning sensation of semen that filled up her insides that I stretched, how much it flooded her womb. But I wasn't done, it felt simply like a leak for me, not a orgasm. So as she thought it was over and her body twitched severely from all her climaxes. I kept fucking that woman til her pale as a ghost face turned red and her eyes rolled back all the way to heaven. Ending off with cumming in her mouth. I continued to relieve her where her bf failed to do. In the cinema, at the park during the night, everywhere. And it was always over an hour.

6 December 2025

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I’ve known Jessica for years. We were colleagues for about 5 years and worked extremely closely together. It was a real meeting of minds, a mutual admiration society of our equally important but complementary skills, and we made a great team, nailing some serious deals and making very good money for the firm and ourselves in the process. It also helped that we had the hots for each other, and I’m sure we both knew – I certainly had no doubt, although we’d never spoken about it. The buzz of attraction really gave our business dynamics an edge and I’m sure it was a part of our success.   We’d never acted on it either, despite plenty of opportunity on business trips. Both of us were happily married and we knew each others’ spouses too, socializing on semi regular occasions.   I left the company we both worked for and set up on my own. At some point I had every intention of bringing her in as a partner and even chose a name that would work if that happened, but she needed to take a brave pill to make the jump. We still caught up regularly, having lunch every 3-4 months and her & hubs would come to our annual summer garden party.   These lunches……very quickly they became equal parts business chat and flirting sessions. We were both – again without anything being said, it didn’t need to be – engaged in an arms race of dressing up to impress our erstwhile ‘partner’. With every meeting we’d both be trying harder to look our most attractive. I knew this was a dangerous game but we still hadn’t even said anything to each other, let alone touched each other. It almost became a source of pride that we hadn’t.   Until this week, that is.   We’d arranged to meet outside the metro station near her office and go somewhere from there. I’d put on my best, most flattering shirt and best suit and liberally doused myself in my most bedroom aftershave. I spotted her as soon as I reached the top of the escalator and grinned. The arms race was continuing. She had one a snugly fitting skirt suit and silky blouse, the most ridiculous heels ever – she’s only 5’1” and these were at least 4” high – and, as I got closer, I could see quicky from the telltale slight slackness at ankle and knee she had non hold-up stockings on her legs, not tights. Her jacket obscured her hips but I knew if it didn’t, the suspender straps would be obvious too. My cock instantly twitched and I laughed to myself.   We kissed and hugged our hellos and picked a restaurant. Lunch was great – the usual chat and connection, with heavy flirting. So far, so normal, we’ve done this lots of times. She looked great – she’s mostly Greek, her brown skin looked wonderful and we were doing our usual laughing, smiling and banter.   As we left she said ‘I’ve got a new proper office, want to come and say Hi to people and see it?”   “Sure, sounds great,” I replied   There wasn’t anything in this – totally innocent at this stage, just with the usual underlying buzz. We walked into her office building and hit the lift button for the 17th floor.   I honestly hadn’t planned anything, but as the lift door closed my hand touched hers purely by accident. It was like an electric shock. She audibly gasped and I looked at her. The mutual lust was instantly there, irresistible. Another intake of breath and I saw her boobs visibly *shiver*. I looked down and saw past the gape of her jacket her right tit quivering, with a very obvious, very erect nipple – and no bra. At that point I was gone. My eyes flicked up to hers and locked, her lips parted, and I could not hold back. I reached for her and kissed her hard, mashing my lips into hers as she melted into my arms. Bloody hell. Our tongues tangled as we kissed each other passionately, urgently, with wet, open mouths.   As the lift slowed we pulled ourselves apart and just looked at each other deep in lust, both breathing heavily. We swept in to the floor and it was quiet. A decision was made, by both of us. She looked around, saw no one around, looked at me and flicked her head towards a door.   “My new office,” she said, “Come on.”   As we stepped towards it she put her hand in mine, shaking slightly, then pulled at my hand urgently, into her office and I kicked the door shut without letting go of her.   I pulled her to me, turned her round and kissed her again, we had hands everywhere, in each others hair, on each others’ backsides, holding each others faces. I tried to push my leg between hers but her skirt was too tight, she wriggled against my pants feeling my need for her as she rubbed against my cock. I shrugged my jacket off and tossed it on the floor and kissed her neck, making her gasp as I snaked my hand inside her jacket too.   I ripped her jacket open not caring for the button, which flew off into the corner, and tugged her jacket down and off. She pushed her chest at me, nipples now clearly straining at the blouse which was – the arms race again – a size too small. So this is where it had got us. She’d come out braless to get herself hot while we flirted.   I’d had no thought as to what she was like in ‘bed’ but her response so far was screaming sub, of wanting to be pushed around. I could do that. I spun her round and kissed the nape of her neck as I snaked my hands up under her blouse and on to her ripe, quivering tits. She shivered and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as I nuzzled it.   With my left hand still mauling her boobs I moved my right hand outside her blouse and slipped the buttons open for better access. I kissed and sucked her earlobe as I moved my right hand back to her right tit and squeezed and twisted her hard nipple, eliciting a gasp. She was showing all the signs of a woman who liked it a bit rough and wanted to be nailed, hard. We were both well past the point of no return. She didn’t need much in the way of foreplay, I just needed to be inside her.   With a hand on the back of her neck I pushed her down over her desk and pulled madly at her skirt trying to ruck it up over her hips. As I pulled it over her arse I got my next surprise – no panties. She’d come out for lunch deliberately without underwear. No wonder she was horny. I growled my approval.   “You little fucking tart. You came out naked under your clothes to turn yourself on.”   She didn’t say anything but was gasping and wriggling her arse backwards, pushing it up and out as, released from the confines of her skirt, she parted her legs. Her pussy lips were visibly wet and gaping, peeking out at me from a nest of dark hair. I raised my hand over her arse and bright it down sharply, smacking her just lightly this first time. She groaned and wriggled, pushing her arse further out towards me, an open invitation. I smacked her again, harder this time, leaving a red mark on her brown mediterranean skin.   The charge of the situation demanded action, not words. I unzipped and pulled my pants down and got my cock ready for action. She was literally wriggling her bum at me and opening her legs even wider. Planting one hand on the small of her back I ran one finger down from her arsehole and over her pussy lips, feeling how soaking she was, then back up and pushed it in roughly. She moaned. Withdrawing my finger I made it two and pushed back in. Fuck she was tight. She moaned again as I pushed deep inside her. Fuck she was wet. I pulled my fingers out and sucked her juice from them. Unbelievably sweet and delicious, my cock hardened even more but I had to taste her properly.   I pushed her over even harder and held her there as I brought my mouth to her bum, quivering with a slight downy covering and my fingers entered her again. Then ran my tongue down, over her arsehole and down to her pussy as I pulled my fingers out and on to her clit as my tongue entered her hole. She was mewing and pushing at me, she tasted fucking fantastic but the angles weren’t easy. She just needed cock at this point and I wasn’t big on messing around either. I stood, licked my fingers clean and planted the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy.   As my tip opened her folds I realized she hadn’t even seen my cock, let alone touch or suck it, that’s how fast we were moving. The whole thing was so fucking erotic my cock was like an iron bar and as big as it’d ever been. I grinned. I’ve always been proud of my girth and I knew from my fingers just how tight this woman was. She was going to get a bit of a shock here.   I took one last, long look at my friend’s arse, squirming around as she tried to push herself back on to me, framed with her suspenders and stockings, almost as if I was trying to take a picture with my mind. Then I rammed my cock half way in. She squealed   “Ahhhhh!”, she cried, “go slow, go slow.”   I gave her inch after inch, forcing her open. I’d never felt a cunt so tight and wet. With each thrust forward she gasped, with each pull back her lips grasped at my shaft. Finally I bottomed out in her and held myself deep in my best friend’s wet hole.   “Fuck that’s thick”, she gasped, “Fucking hell. So good.”   I just stayed buried in her, not moving, revelling in the feeling of her hot pussy firmly grasping my shaft, revelling in the sight of my friend’s, my colleague’s arse splayed wide with my cock buried deep in her. She was squirming her hips trying to feel me as deep as she could.   “Fuck yourself on to me,” I ordered   Bracing her hands on the desk she pulled forward. The visuals of her lips pulling at my cock were incredible. Then pushed back on to me hard, giving out an ‘ooff’ as her arse hit my body. Then again, pulling forward further this time and rotating her hips to feel my cock opening her up before shoving back and impaling herself. She started fucking me, using me like a live dildo, with every hard shove back knocking the air from herself. For me this was amazing, her pussy was running with juice and her tight hole was like a hot soaking wet glove gripping my hand. After one really hard shove back she stopped, her head laid sideways on the desk, lips parted, gasping for air.   “More,” I commanded, “Keep fucking yourself, use my cock.”   “Nnnnnnnn,” she moaned, “can’t. Close already.”   I couldn’t believe she was close to coming already but OK, my turn I guess. I put my hands on her hips and pushed them forward to open her wide, pulled back and then rammed back in, thrusting so hard her foot came off the floor. She yelled out loud.   “Fuck me, Rob. Please fuck me. Fuck I need this. Just don’t cum in me,” she gasped   I battered her. I can’t find another word for it, I was fucking her so hard. Her desk was shaking and moving, her hands scrabbling at the top for purchase as I rammed into her again and again. I picked up her right leg and pushed it on to the desk so she was opened even wider for my assault. The sight of her shoe on the desk, her stockings pulling around all over the place, her arse rippling and shoving back on to me to meet my thrusts drove me on ever harder and that pushed her over the edge.   She yelled, made one last attempt to grab the desk and push herself back on to me as her cunt pulsed and clenched round my shaft, a squirt of juices soaking my balls as she shuddered through a huge cum, pushing herself back on to me in time with the pulsations in her pussy.   Her legs practically collapsed from her orgasm and there was no way we could keep going in this position, the position was tough enough as it was with her being a short girl. I pulled out, picked her up and spun her round, hoisting her with hands under her arse like a rag doll and dropped her behind on to her desk as she flopped back on to it.   This was better. Her lack of height wasn’t an issue like this. I pushed her legs high and wide and re-entered her. Again she was deliciously tight and wet, her eyes widened as I the fat head of my cock forced her open and then sank deep into her hot, wet folds. She pushed herself up and looked down to where we were coupled and her eyes went wide. I realized this was the first time she’d even seen the cock that had just made her cum so hard.   “So big!” she cried ,“fuck me fuck me fuck me!”   After she’d cum that first time she was wet, open, gaping and I ploughed her relentlessly. Her juices squirted round my shaft with every powerful thrust, running down on to my balls as they smashed into her arse. The feeling of nylon moving around under my hands as I held her thighs just above the knee as I pounded her was intoxicating. My eyes travelling along her legs to her arched feet and crazy heels pointing at the ceiling and quivering, driving me on to fuck her ever harder.   She moved her legs even wider open and her feet down, using them to pull on my hips and pull me into her relentlessly, the cool leather of her shoes felt amazing on my arse as my cock started swelling and I got close to the point of no return.   She could see in my face and feel in the urgency of my thrusts I was getting close. I wanted this fuck to last for ever but its passion and power was a large part of why it was so damn good so I wasn’t holding back.   “Go on,” she gasped at me with a husky voice, “your turn, your turn, cum for me, cum with me.”   I could feel the sap rising in my balls and couldn’t hold back. Remembering what she’d said earlier I half-heartedly tried to pull out but she shook her head violently, grabbed for me and pulled me deep into her, and locked her heels on to my arse pulling me deep into her   ‘NO!’ she shouted, but she meant yes, she couldn’t help herself, nodding urgently at me.   Fuck. I buried myself balls deep and exploded. She locked eyes with me with a joyous look as she felt my powerful spurts as I emptied my balls in her, 7 or 8 huge gouts of cum smashing into her womb. Her heels were pulling my hips into her as hard as I was shoving myself in to the absolute hilt, and my spurting sperm sent her over the top again and I felt her cunt clenching and unclenching on my shaft, milking me dry.   We both came down, shuddering, eventually. We looked at each other and with the lust sated, knew we had crossed a massive line.   “A one off” she gasped. “We can’t – ever – do this again.”   I just nodded. I felt guilty but elated at the same time. I didn’t want to uncouple, if my cock was only going to be in this woman once I didn’t want it to end. But I knew she was right. Eventually nature made its own move and my softening cock slipped out of her and my cum gushed from her open pussy and fell on to her desk “Fuck,” she said, “what a mess.”   I knew she meant it in more than one way. And she was right with that too. We cleaned ourselves and each other up and sorted our dress out   That was last week. I’ve already wanked myself stupid on at least 5 occasions since, remembering the absolute urgent lust and incredible feelings of finally fucking my mate. I know it’s wrong but I still can’t stop.

4 December 2025

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I was watching a video of SpaceX’s fascility at Boca Chica, Texas the other day 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. This happened when I was about 50. 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 older 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. 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 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 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.

4 December 2025

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Here is a high‑impact story you can use (or tweak) for your Erotic Story section: The first time she saw me was at the bar overlooking the water, just after sunset. I was leaning back against the rail, fingers wrapped around a cold beer, shirt open just enough that the breeze could find warm skin. She caught my eye over the rim of her glass, held it half a second too long, and there was that moment – the quiet click where two people silently agree that they are going to misbehave. We talked first. Not small talk – the good kind that slides from travel to sex to favourite ways to be kissed without either of us pretending we were there for anything else. She liked that I listened more than I spoke, that I was calm, comfortable, not trying to impress her with bullshit. I liked the way she leaned in when she laughed, how her hand kept finding my arm when she made a point, how her voice dropped when she asked what I was “actually” like behind closed doors. By the time we reached my car, the air between us was thick enough to taste. I opened the door for her, and instead of getting in, she stepped in close, her body brushing mine, eyes searching my face as if she was checking one last time that this was really going to happen. “You’re trouble,” she said, fingers curling in my shirt. “The good kind,” I answered, letting my hand slide slowly up the back of her neck, feeling the shiver that ran through her as I pulled her in. The first kiss was slow and deliberate, the kind that says more than any message ever could. Her lips were soft and warm, opening under mine as I took my time, tasting her, teasing her, letting her feel exactly how patient I could be. My other hand settled at her hip, thumb tracing lazy circles just inside the line of her dress, promising more without rushing it. She melted closer, one leg between mine, her body telling me she was ready long before she whispered it in my ear. We did not make it far that night. The beach was almost empty, the sky dark enough to hide us but bright enough from the moon to feel deliciously exposed. She kicked off her heels in the sand, laughing as I picked her up and carried her a few steps down to where the waves hushed against the shore. When I set her down, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed herself against me, the thin fabric of her dress no match for the heat building between us. There, with the salt air on our skin and the sound of the ocean wrapping around us, I took my time exploring her the way I like best – slow hands, soft words, letting the tension build until she was breathing my name against my throat. Every new inch of bare skin under my fingers made her grip tighten, every kiss along her neck pulled another quiet moan from her lips, and every time she tried to rush, I pulled back just enough to make her beg me not to. She wanted to lose control; I wanted to be the one she trusted enough to let go with. Later, tangled in my sheets back at mine, the playful energy turned into something deeper. Between the teasing and the heat there were moments of stillness – her head on my chest, my hand stroking her hair, both of us catching our breath and smiling in the dark. We talked about the kind of trouble we both like, about fantasies, boundaries, what feels amazing and what is off-limits. Everything was honest, open, and hot as hell because of it. When we finally drifted off, it was with the kind of satisfied exhaustion that only comes from knowing you have both been completely seen, touched, and adored. In the morning, she stole one of my shirts, fed my dog a treat, and kissed me in the kitchen with bed hair and no makeup, looking even sexier than she had the night before. “So… this is a one‑time ‘bad behaviour’ thing or are we going to be irresponsible again sometime soon?” she asked, smiling against my mouth. I just lifted her onto the counter and kissed her slowly, letting my hands remind her exactly what saying yes would mean. She messaged me later that day: “Next weekend. Same energy. More trouble.” That is exactly what I am here for – real chemistry, honest fun, no drama, and a connection that hits hard enough you want to come back for seconds. If you read this and can picture yourself in that story – barefoot on the sand, laughing in my passenger seat, stealing my shirt in the morning – then we will probably get along dangerously well.

1 December 2025

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So one night I am driving home after having dinner with some close friends. It been a long day but at least it's a Friday. I wasn't watching the speed as I drove home and I looked in the rear vision mirror and saw flashing lights, first reaction was Shit that's all I need tonight. I pulled over and a Police women got out of the car and walked up to me, 'hello sir it's quite late have you been drinking'? She said. My reply was No officer. I pulled you up because you were doing 5km over the speed limit. As she was talking I noticed her hard nipples under her Police top. Sir are you listening to me, she says. Are you looking at my breasts? I don't answer just say 'can you just hurry up and give me a ticket so I can get home. She says I beg your pardon don't talk to me like that. Get out of your car sir. I get and again she 'were you looking at my breasts? Yes I was is it a crime? Then I say 'you're a bossy bitch'. That's it get on your knees which I do, she pulls her skirt up, leans against my car and pulls her panties to the side. Start licking and I may not arrest you. I start licking her lips, running my tongue all over her pussy, I can smell and taste her hot scent. Keep licking fucker don't you dare stop she says. I suck her clit and finger her pussy while still working my tongue on her, her juices running down my face, she moans I am going to cum on your face. She pushes the back of my head into her pussy arches her back and moans fuck that it. She releases me straights her self out and says 'no ticket this time just a warning'.

29 November 2025

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In the 1990s I was a Chauffeur/ Hire Car Driver for a Company in Sydney. The thing about being a Hire Car Driver is you meet people from all walks of life. So at the time 30 years and I had a job to pick a business women from the Sydney CBD and drive her to Newcastle. So I pick this lady up who was very pleasant and she sat in the front with me talking. It turned out she was 45 years old, nice looking very attractive, and nice to chat too. I am driving, she's talking, and she asked me do you get any naughty customers in the car? I said there's been a few Couples in the past playing up in the back while I drove. Then she tells me that due to illness her husband hasn't been able to satisfy her needs and this has been over a year so far. We had driven past the Gosford turn off and on our way to Newcastle. She asked me ' if I could stop at the next rest stop' and I thought she wanted to use the toilet. So I pulled in at the rest stop, she got out then about 10 seconds got back in again. Asked me if I liked oral sex which I said of course. The next thing I know she had her dress up around her waste and just looked at me and said ' would you like a taste'? I took my tie and jacket off and started eating this beautiful women's pussy. She was really on heat. As I ran my tongue over her lips and licked her clit before working my way down with my tongue she went wild She had her hand on the back of my head rubbing her soaking pussy on my face as she moaned, keep licking me and finger fuck me. Thank goodness it was a rest stop and not many people around because she was loud. After she got off and cleaned up she said before we set off let me blow you. I just laid back as she went to work on my cock. Lots of tongue work, even sucked my balls. I shot my load in her mouth and she took it all I dropped her off in Newcastle and on my way back to Sydney I was hoping to pick her up in Newcastle a few days later but never happened.

27 November 2025

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Well as a young guy at the time 25 years old and I was single no girl friend at the time, I just did as I pleased. I lived in the suburb of Bondi Beach and shared the place I rented with a nice lady who was a little older then myself. At the time she was a shift worker and worked nights. This certain morning I got up made her some toast and a cup of Coffee, it was around 7.30am in the morning. I had the breakfast on a tray and knocked on her bedroom door with out any answer, so I opened the door to see if she was awake. There was this site of my flat mate legs in the air eyes closed driving this dildo in and out of her very wet pussy, moaning away. I was still holding the tray when she opened her eyes and saw me, but she must have been too far gone by then because she never stopped masturbating. After she stopped I put the tray on her side table and she said " well you've seen me masturbating and now let watch you". I was in shock for a minute. Then she said " come on wear both adults take it out". I just had PJs on so just undid my shorts and because I'd been watching her masturbating I was already hard so started to jerk off In front of my flat mate. She was pinching her nipples with one hand and playing with her pussy with the other. I was playing with my balls and had my hand on my shaft jerking away when she said " move a little closer so I can see you cum". She moved right to the side of the bed. As I was watching her finger her bald pussy I told her I was getting close. Spurt it onto my pussy she asked me so she could rub it in with her fingers. I aimed my cock at her pussy but the first spurt hit her inner thigh, the second and third spurt went over her pussy lips then I rubbed the head of my cock over the out side of her pussy. That was a great way to start the day we both said.

27 November 2025

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I'd been seeing a woman in Western Australia for a while and we sat on the beach having a picnic and drinks very late New Years Eve slowly getting hotter and heavier in the darkness between 2 widely spaced overhead streetlamps just by the beach. I'd been licking her wet pussy for a while and she was returning the favour with her mouth engulfing my cock. She whispered in my ear, "Why don't we continue this at my home?" I thought about it for a quarter of a microsecond and we were off in our cars, me following. Arrived at her home and swiftly moved to the bedroom, where clothes were slowly removed and both she and I were getting very excited and continued with licking her very wet pussy, much to her delight until she suggested I might like to fuck her right now. I started to pop "just the tip" into her very wet pussy, but she moaned, "Not there. I can only cum if you fuck me anally". Now, anal was to be a first for me and not only that, it seemed like a favour to her, rather than a concession to me. And she had prepared for the occasion - all of which was new to me, being a bit of a babe in the woods about that kind of thing at that stage. Out came the lube and she smeared it liberally around and inside her arse while I was watching this very erotic sight. Then she said I prefer to do anal this way - my ex taught me and it's very pleasurable, She put pillows between my back and the bed's headboard, then sat in my lap facing me after putting lots of lube on my fit-to-burst cock also, Then sat on it cowgirl and pushed my cock into her arse OMG - it's so tight, but felt wonderful. She was enjoying it as much as I was and started sliding up and down my cock faster and faster until we both came together. She thanked me for being gentle with her and not being put off. I replied," No - thank you! That was fantastic." Sex is such a varied and pleasurable thing (and my stories so far are just documenting "firsts" for me. All are true, but most are from about 15 years ago. I quickly got experienced (thanks Jimi Hendrix) and realised that sex for some women wasn't to be endured, but to be actively enjoyed, unlike what was the status quo with my ex. I'll have to get a bit more up to date, LOL.

27 November 2025

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After meeting at the bar, a few drinks, a little banter, we head to a room, big open fire place, flame just flickering… Mesmerizing, just relaxing… I walk up behind you and place both hands on your shoulders gently kissing your neck… you tilt your head slightly wanting more as the goosebumps on your skin appear…ever so slowly my hands work their way around to gently cup your breasts feeling your already erect nipples. I become hard instantly and you can feel me pressing against your hot ass… you turn your head and I let my lips meet yours and we engage in a deep passionate kiss… My hands begin to wander slowly up and down your back, your neck… A very relaxed atmosphere… I guide you to a big comfy lounge chair close to the fire, so cosy and warm… as I drop to my knees you slowly spread your legs exposing your beautiful pussy… I lean back and just stair... seconds feeling like minutes pass by. I move my hands starting at your feet slowly moving them up over your knees to your inner thigh, I can feel goosebumps on your skin. Working my hands to your knees back and forth slowly, I am in no rush but so aroused, your eyes closed and a little sigh, I feel your leg tighten with pleasure, I feel your fingers running through my hair as you gently pull my face close to your wet pussy lips... I gently kiss your thighs many times as I here you murmur, ooohhhhh. I like to hear the sweet sound of pleasure, I move from your thighs and just lightly kiss your wet pussy... divine is the only way to describe it, you now have your hands at the back of my head just holding my face tight against you… its easy to see you want your beautiful pussy licked and sucked hard, my tongue begins exploring. Slowly at first. you start to move and moan as my tongue is moving in and out... up and down as l taste and swallow your sweet juice, your clit is swollen and I want to play, with a finger l begin to massage it as continue to use my tongue… your movement is keeping in time with my tongue as I slip one finger slowly but deep into your pulsing pussy... I can hear a consistent moan as I move my finger in and out, l can see you want more, I use 2, your so wet...I have to suck on that swollen clit slowly, as I am in no rush but so aroused and hard… your eyes closed and a little sigh as my tongue sucking your swollen clit, fingers thrusting back and forth working rapidly in tandem, the rocking stops and your legs shake as you let out loud "FUCK" as you continue to hold my face hard against your pussy... As you release the pressure from my head buried, I look up at you staring at me, all I here is FUCK ME" FUCK ME HARD… l slowly move towards your breasts leaving your pussy wet and tingling.- gently sucking, biting your nipples, I continue to your lips and we begin to kiss passionately where I can feel the your desire, your eyes are telling me you want me deep inside you…

27 November 2025

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A few weeks ago I had to buy something on marketplace and the seller wanted cash, so I had to stop at Woolies. I bought one banana and went towards the self checkouts. As I approached, I spotted an attractive women already checking out her items, she turned and we made eye contact briefly. I went to one of the machines and got cash out. My transaction finished exactly the same time as hers and we both made our way to the exit. She was in front of me and I couldn't believe just how sexy she was. Her height was perfect (like 5'6), really fit, and seriously, an arse made in heaven. She had tight little black gym shorts on, which made me giddy right away. I wasn't going to let this opportunity go, not a chance. Outside the front of Woolies, I said 'excuse me', she turned around. I said, sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to compliment you on how great you look, she smiled and said 'that's sweet, thank you'. I said, 'do you go to the gym?', she replied, 'yes, I do'. I told her to keep doing whatever you are doing, because you look outstanding. She blushed and was really flattered by my compliment. I introduced myself and asked for her name. It was Kylie. I said, 'nice to meet you, Kylie', before asking her, what she was up to? She said she had the week off work and wasn't doing much that day. I asked her if she was hungry at all, she said, yes, so I suggested some lunch if she wanted?, she thought for a while, and said, 'sure, why not'. She went to put her items in her car and we walked down to the other end of the complex where the food joints were. We both decided on Grill'd, so we went in and ordered our burgers before sitting down. We chatted for a while about random things, work and gym, etc, where we lived. She had short blond hair and such a cute smile. I knew at this point, I just had to keep cool and not get too excited, as our interaction was going very well and I didn't want to blow it. Eventually our food arrived and we ate. Afterwards, she asked what I had planned for the afternoon? I was meant to be working, but lied and said, not much, as I anticipated she was keen to do something. She said, how about we go to yours and hangout. I said, yes sure. So I texted her my address and drove home. I arrived just before her and we went inside my unit. She took a look around and asked me if I had anything to drink. I offered her some booze, a rum and coke, for sure, she was down. Every time she wasn't facing me, I couldn't help but gaze at her arse, it was absolutely stunning. I'm sure a lot of women would be envious of her. I put some music on and had me a beer. She was looking through my blu-ray collection and wanted to watch a sexy film, apparently. I had the movie Studio 54, so we put it on. We sat on the sofa as we drank and it wasn't long until the first sex scene came on. She giggled and laughed and said how funny to see Ryan Phillippe fucking. She asked me if I was well hung and I said, wouldn't you like to know sweetheart. She lifted her leg up and ran her foot up my leg until it hit my crouch, and started to rub and massage my package with her toes. Instantly, I was getting hard and she felt it, wow, you seem really fucking big, she said. I put my hand down my shorts and grabbed my entire package and put it out. The look on her face was priceless. Her eyes turned so big, as she moved over and grabbed it with her right hand and started to pull on it, as she leant in to kiss me. We made out for a few minutes as she continued to give me a hand job. I couldn't get any harder, she keep saying 'wow'. I took of her top and bra, started to feel her perky tits, whilst we kept kissing. I went down and started to kiss her breasts, running my tongue around her nipples first, just to tease her a bit before giving them a good suck. At this point, I had to get her shorts off, she was wearing a black g-string underneath. I started rubbing her cunt through the g-banger until I felt she was getting wet. She stood up in front of me and I pulled it down to the ground. In front of me was her beautiful little pussy, fully shaved. I gave it a small kiss, before she bent down to pull my shorts and briefs off. I sat back down on the sofa and and she hoped on top of me, she reached around, grabbed my cock and slipped it inside her. She then started to ride me as I lay back on the pillow. I just kept sucking on her nipples. Her pussy was warm, wet and tight, it felt fucking amazing. I would give her 10/10 for riding style too, she moved her hips from left to right as she bounced on my hard dick. From time to time, she would reach back and grab my balls and massage them. That almost had me coming there and then. She must have rode me for a good 15 minutes. I had to get her from behind as that arse was perfect. So we switched up positions, and I bent her over the sofa, and really started going to town, pounding her hard, smashing that pussy. I couldn't help and look at her little arse hole, it was pink and brown around with a tiny little mole on one side. From time to time, I would pull out, rub my cock around her bum and re-enter her. As I was really giving it to her, she was very vocal, moaning with each pounding. I was very close to cumming myself, so kept pulling out to prevent ejaculating. After a while I decided to pull out so we could swap positions again. This time she simply flipped over onto her back. I stayed as I was and pulled her pussy over and she wrapped her legs around me. I entered her again and started to slide it in and out, and up onto her clit with my knob, giving it a good rub and massage. I grabbed her tits and we fucked like this for ages. I just concentrated as hard as I could to keep her giddy and made sure she came first, as she did I rubbed her clit again, as she moaned loudly and emphatically. She just screamed 'wow'. Now, it was my turn. I flipped her over again and went in from behind once more, about 5 minutes in and I fully exploded, pulling out and ejaculating all over her lower back and bum. Fucking amazing, the feeling I felt. I was exhausted too, totally spent. We ended up falling asleep on the sofa for a couple of hours, and woke up later, still naked. Exceptional. She ended up being a good friend with benefits moving forwards now and we have also hit up the gym a couple of times together. So, next time you see an attractive women, approach her because you never know where it may lead. It just takes some confidence.

26 November 2025

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My friend John suggested that we visit his friends, Terry and Janice live at Wauchope again. We had not been there for awhile, but I had often thought about what happened to me and my attitude to nudity whilst there. My thoughts had softened after my last visit, I had realized that the nudity was was not that strange when with friends that you trusted, so I said “Why not, when?”, John suggested that next week should be OK but would check with Terry if that was OK with them. Which it was, arrangements were made for the following week. I made a promise to myself that I would go along with being naked as long as I was happy with the situation. That week soon passed and off we went to Wauchope to visit Terry and Janice. When we arrived they made us welcome but did not suggest anything about being naked, which made me feel better. Wine seemed to be the drink of the day so we all had a very nice Red wine with lunch, maybe a few glasses of nice wine! During lunch Terry told us that he had started a massage course at the local Health Clinic and had ordered a massage table which still had not arrived yet as there was a hold up at the factory, but would be delivered soon. That started us talking about massages we had had in the past. I had to admit that I had never had a proper massage. Only that a girlfriend had tried to give me one we both finished up just laughing and playing around, so no I haven’t had a massage I informed them. Which caused Terry to say “Great, I can practice on you, Janice has had too many massages and your body is different size to hers. That will give me more practice. They all agreed that I should allow Terry a chance to have a different body to practice on. Reluctantly I agreed to the massage. John suggested as the massage table is not here yet so why not use the bed as a table, if Ruby lays across the bed at the bottom of the bed Terry can get to at least 3 sides. Towels were laid across the foot of the bed and I undressed. When I did that, the others took it as signal to undress also. So all 4 of us finished up naked. I lay across the bed face downwards so Terry could begin the massaging of my back. He picked up an oil bottle containing the massage oil and slowly put some on his hands which he rubbed together to warm the oil and spread the oil. Next he leant over me, and allowed the oil to dribble onto my back. Then he used his fingers and spread the oil over my back. I must admit that it felt very nice and a little sexy. Feeling his hands moving around my back. As he moved slowly down my spine and closer to my lower back, it definitely felt more interesting. He moved to my legs and massaged slowly moving up the leg till he reached my outer thighs. He was massaging both thighs at the same time. It was then that he got onto the bed and sat on my legs. I guess it was easier for him than standing on the side of the bed. As he massaged my thighs I got the sensation of something touching my lower legs. I suddenly realized that his penis was being gently rubbed against my leg. I only hope that he had not noticed as well. He must not have because he just continued with the massage, slowly moving up my body to my waist and to my back. He changed position It was then that I noticed that his penis had grown and was rubbing between my backside cheeks which were very oily and slippery from the massage oil. I also became very aware of how worked up that I was starting to get and could not help pushing up when I felt his penis rubbing between my cheeks as he massaged my back. I do not think that he did it on purpose or did I cause it but I felt him enter me. I felt that I was in heaven, the feeling was great. Either Terry was unaware of what happened or if he was as happy as I was with it there but he kept going, both massaging and entering me. I was HOT! John my boyfriend had been watching and he was also worked up, he came to where my head was at the side of the bed and lifted my head and put his penis into my mouth to start sucking it even as Terry was pounding me at the other end. I never experienced such a height of excitement. It was as if I had gone to Heaven and this was my reward. After we all calmed down and finished, Janice said that was the best show she had ever seen and that she enjoyed seeing how turned on both Ruby and Terry got. Not to mention both herself and John just by watching. Next time she wanted to be between John and Terry so that I could see how great it looked. Maybe we could try a foursome with all 4 of us getting involved in mutual fun. We will have to see how this story works out with “Ruby” she might even say yes. I would like that if she does. Ruby did mention that she may have a friend who might join her to give me a workout between 2 women. I only hope she does!

26 November 2025

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I often visited friends who are nudists also who live at Umina Beach. Unbeknown to me, either Ruby or John decided that the next time that I visited they would give me a surprise. I do not know if it was Ruby or John’s idea. The last time that I visited I had asked Ruby to have her photo taken with me, we were fully dressed of course. At one stage while John was taking the photos, I put my arms around her, then in one photo I slipped my hands up to cup her breasts. She seemed to like it so I held them perhaps longer than I should have. That is why they were both going to get back at me on my next trip down there. I arrived in full ignorance of what they had in mind of course, a lamb to the slaughter as they say. After the usual pleasantries it as suggested that John take a photo of Ruby and I as the other ones were rushed and did not come out very good as John put it. Ruby and I posed for several shots then John suggested that Ruby take off her shirt and show her lacy bra for the photos. Of course, no protests from me. She took of her shirt to show a bra that showed more than it covered. A few more photos taken then Ruby said I will take my bra off if Arthur takes his shirt off. I did not wait to be asked twice and quickly undid my shirt and removed it. John then suggested several poses that I was not thinking about. After all having naked breasts pushed against your naked chest, slows your thinking down. I do not know how many photos that John had taken, I was too busy enjoying myself. Then, he said take all your clothes off for one last photo. I was only too ready to do that and so it seemed, so was Ruby. I found out later that they had both planned all this to get back at me for playing with her breasts on an earlier visit, apparently it had got her worked up and John had to satisfy her after I left. Back to us getting naked, I thought that John would only take one photo, but no, he took several with him giving instructions, such as “Arthur, place your hand here or rest your hand over her pussy”. He seemed to have several ideas in mind. Just as I thought that he had finished he said, Come into the bedroom for the last shots. He had me to lie down on the bed on my back and told (or was it her idea?) Ruby to sit astride of me as if she was riding me cowgirl style. By now I had a raging hard on and Ruby took hold of it and rubbed it against her pussy. I could feel the hot juices flowing from her onto my swollen cock. I could not have stopped if John had said to stop, I was too far gone and so was she as she slowly lowered herself down onto my awaiting. throbbing cock. It was working just as the two of them had planned it. With John snapping away with his camera. Me? I just lay there and suffered... I do not think so! Hours later, I drove home exhausted, but I was looking forward to my next visit.

25 November 2025

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I met her here early last year. We only exchanged messages now and then, but there was always a spark — the kind that stays quiet until the right night arrives. And that night finally came. It was one of those cold, rainy winter evenings when the entire city seemed shrouded in darkness. I jumped onto AMM without much thought, and there she was — online, glowing like a little ember waiting to be touched. She told me straight away she was restless… heated from the inside… needing an escape from everything at home. The weather, the rain, the loneliness — it had all pushed her to the edge. By the time I messaged her, it was already 8. Booking a hotel would’ve taken too long, and neither of us wanted to wait. I drive a 4WD, so I offered her a different option — something spontaneous, raw, a little reckless. I told her about the way I can tilt the seats down and turn the back into a surprisingly comfortable bed. She didn’t hesitate. Just one word from her: “Yes.” Five minutes later, I was already on the road, heading toward Coburg. It was dark and icy outside, the rain tapping against the windshield hard enough to drown out my thoughts. But the moment she stepped into the car, everything changed. Her presence brought this warmth that cut straight through the cold. Even in the dim light, I could see the tension in her body — not nervousness, but anticipation. She guided me through a few quiet streets until we reached an empty industrial area next to a park. Mist covered every inch of the windows, turning the inside of the car into its own little world. Before leaving the house, I had thrown a few pillows and a heavy wool blanket in the back, and I’d already set the seats down. The space felt like a hidden cabin — enclosed, warm, and completely ours. The rain outside was steady, almost protective, as if it were shielding us from the rest of the world. I turned on a soft camping light. Its warm glow filled the back of the car, and that’s when she slowly unbuttoned her long black dress. She wore nothing beneath it. Her confidence hit me harder than the heat from her body. The curves, the skin, the way she breathed — everything about her felt deliberate, as she knew exactly what effect she had. The atmosphere inside the car changed instantly. The windows fogged, the air thickened, and the energy between us felt magnetic. We moved to the back seat, and the moment was intense, hungry, and unforgettable. There was nothing polished about it — it was raw chemistry meeting bottled-up desire. The way she touched me, the way she reacted to every movement, the heat of her breath on my skin — it was the kind of intimacy that doesn’t need to be described in detail to be felt. Later, resting against the pillows with the rain still hammering the roof, she looked at me with this half-smile, half-breathless expression and said softly: “You’re incredible.” We met again after that — a whole night together —, and it was just as intense. But nothing ever matched the magic of that first encounter. That cold, rainy winter night in the back of my 4WD stays with me. It wasn’t just about desire. It was the thrill. The secrecy. The warmth of two strangers escaping the world for a moment that felt like it didn’t belong to anyone but us.

25 November 2025

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Many years ago when I was single, I decided to visit a swingers club in Spring Hill. Thing were going great, there were people everywhere. I went for a skinny dip in the pool and hooked up with this lovely lady who was there without her hubby. She had had a baby a few months prior and this was her first night out since then, so she was keen to let her hair down. We went upstairs where the club owners wife was putting on a strip show for all and somehow I managed to win a free limo ride for myself and 3 other people. Of course I took the lady I had just met and suggested she pick a couple to come join us. She shot off and within minutes was back with a delightful couple who were more than eager to join us. I let the owner know we were ready to go and within 10-15 minutes all 4 of us were naked and fucking in the back of this limo as we were driven around the Brisbane CBD. The windows were blackout tinted, so there was no way we could be seen, but we had a perfect view of people outside. I remember I was being ridden reverse cowboy with the other lady licking and sucking her clit as she got pummelled by her hubby doggy. Every now and then she would pull my cock out and give it a good stroke and suck and then guide it back inside her. We pulled up to a set of lights and there were people waiting to cross the road, I lost it and filled the condom as we could see people less than 2 feet away from us having no idea there were 4 people naked and fucking right next to them. We eventually got back to the swingers club and spent the rest of the night naked and fucking all over the place. Eventually the club closed and the lady I met said she didn't want to go home yet, so we caught a cab back to my place and fucked until the sun came up. We swapped numbers and kept in touch with little play sessions and club visits until she let me know she was pregnant again and that her and her hubby had decided to take a break from the swinging scene. I was sad, but a few months after she gave birth, I got a call and told I was desired again, but I had to keep it quiet from her hubby as she just liked fucking me. We eventually lost contact with each other, but that night stands out and I was reminded of it in a chat with a lady the other day.

25 November 2025

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It started as nothing at all — some conference small talk. A polite exchange about the absurdity of conferences. Although we were there for different events, our common ground was wanting to escape the crowd, shake off the stink of stale air, and roll our eyes at the universal forced enthusiasm of presenters and their predictable Powerpoint decks. Even though our conversation was similarly cliched, it felt refreshing and easy, and my eyes were wandering to your lips as they moved. Between the obligatory work chatter, the conversation drifted. An offhand remark about the anonymity of being interstate. The feeling of slipping into a version of yourself that wasn’t bound by the usual rules. I could relate, and when I asked what that version of you might want, your smile was slow, teasing. We laughed openly at the more obvious ideas — fake identities, alternate sexualities, twisted fantasies. You enjoyed my joke that I was secretly in town for a furry convention. “I might like to be tied up,” you said, your voice barely above the din of the bar. “And teased. If I trusted someone enough.” Your change in tone, and the blush that quickly rose to your face told me you might be serious. My pulse ticked up, but I played it cool, taking a sip of my drink, watching your eyes flicker over my reaction. “If you trusted someone,” I echoed, amused. “And how does one earn that trust?” You tilted your head, considering. “Maybe by not acting too eager,” you mused. “Maybe by letting me wonder if you’d actually do it.” The conversation swayed between innocent and suggestive, an intoxicating line we walked as we leaned just slightly closer. But obligations pulled us back. Work drinks. Networking. The game we were actually here to play. So we parted, swapping numbers in a moment of casual inevitability. I had wanted to take the bait, to say yes, name the time, I’ll do whatever you want me to do. But that would be too eager, just another guy over-reaching trying to get laid on a work trip. You had given me the gift of a new and real fantasy, and at the very least I could hold it in my mind, and think of you while I touched myself thinking of things I might never actually do. I hadn’t expected more than that. Hours later, back in my hotel room, I was winding down. Underwhelmed by everything the evening offered after our unexpected moment of exhilaration. The city buzzed quietly beyond the thick hotel glass, and I was lazily playing with myself, imagining you. I thought of messaging you, but again, too eager. I figured you had probably gone on to have a fun night, might still be out, or found someone for more immediate fun. I was considering sleep when my phone lit up. Room 1124. A pause. Then another message. Passcode: 2379. I’m an early riser, but it’d be nice if you came and woke me up. I read it twice, letting the implications settle over me, heat crawling up the back of my neck. The invitation was deliberate. The passcode — an act of trust. I was right to play it cool. I could picture it already. You, still warm from sleep, drowsy in the hotel sheets. The moment you’d feel the shift of the bed, the whisper of restraint slipping around your wrists. How your breath might catch as you realised I had actually come. That we were actually doing this. I set my phone down, exhaling slow. I’d be up early. It was 6:30 AM when I arrived at your hotel room, the dim hallway outside hushed in the early morning stillness. I entered quietly, shutting the door behind me with a soft click. The room was warm, bathed in the faint glow of the city creeping through the heavy curtains. My eyes adjusted quickly, settling on you — sprawled across the bed in a way that was both innocent and deeply inviting. You were still, wrapped in the white hotel sheet that had slipped just enough to reveal the smooth curve of your thigh and the round swell of your ass. An oversized t-shirt draped over your frame, the hem riding high on your hips. Your short hair was a little messy, standing up in parts that was exceptionally cute and sexy. I watched you sleep for a moment — the slow, steady rise and fall of your chest told me you were still drifting, but I could hear the faintest hitch in your breath that seemed to be quickening — an unconscious giveaway. You knew I was here, and the sleep was a part of the fantasy. You didn’t want me to nudge you awake and talk about what we should do.. you wanted me to do it. My gaze flickered to the bedside table. A neat little collection of silk ties and robe sashes lay in a pile, carefully arranged for me to use. It was a silent, deliberate invitation, a confirmation that this wasn’t just a passing thought from last night’s conversation. This was real. This was happening. I stood there for a moment, taking you in. The way your body stretched languidly across the bed, the way your hands had already found their way up toward the pillow as if waiting to be bound. I inhaled, steadying the heat rising in my chest, fighting my own nerves and overwhelming desire to lean in and touch you, kiss you, feel you against me. I had been thinking of your lips. I thought of the anticipation you must be feeling, exploding with nerves and excitement inside while maintaining the allure of a peaceful and serenely sleepy exterior. I stepped forward, careful not to disturb the quiet too soon. Lowering myself onto the mattress, I reached out, my hand resting lightly on your shoulder. The warmth of your skin under my fingertips sent a pulse of electricity through me. You let out a soft, sleepy sound, exhaling as you shifted slightly, rolling just enough for your hands to fall freely above your head. A small, knowing smile ghosted across your lips, fleeting but unmistakable. Your eyes remained shut, but everything about you told me you were waiting. This was your way of giving me permission, of surrendering to the moment we had both been thinking about since last night. I reached for the ties. And then, I began. I took for your hand first, gently gripping your wrist and caressing the soft skin there, feeling the way your pulse quickened beneath my fingertips. My other hand trailed up your arm, across your shoulder, lingering at the base of your neck before skimming over your collarbone. The thin fabric of your t-shirt did nothing to conceal the way your nipples pressed against it, almost visibly hardening as I watched. I made a mental note to wrap my mouth around them as soon as I could. Carefully, I picked up one of the silk ties and fastened your wrist to the bed frame, ensuring the knot was secure but not too tight. Then, leaning over you, I reached for your other wrist, using one of the robe sashes to bind it in place. As I stretched across your body, my breath fanned over your neck, my lips brushing your skin ever so lightly. The subtle shift of your hips, the quiet, needy exhale that escaped you — it was unmistakable. Once you were tied, I sat back for a moment, taking you in. My own restraint was tested as I reached down, peeling off my t-shirt and pushing my soft shorts to the floor, leaving only my underwear. The morning air felt cool against my skin. As I stepped toward the bed, your eyes fluttered open. They were filled with desire, dark with anticipation. No words were needed. We both knew exactly where this was going. I started by letting my hands wander beneath the sheet, fingertips grazing the soft skin of your calves, traveling slowly up the length of your legs. The fabric bunched slightly as I moved, and I resisted an almost overwhelming temptation to pull it away entirely. I wanted to see you — every inch of you — but I wanted to savour the reveal. You did say you wanted to be teased, after all. As my hands roamed up over your hips, my excitement deepened at the realisation that you weren’t wearing anything beneath your oversized shirt. Just bare skin, warm and waiting. My pulse quickened at the thought of how easily I could remove that last barrier between us. Your skin was radiating with warmth from sleep, and my mind briefly flashed a more demure image of spooning and cuddling you on a lazy weekend afternoon. I shifted, kneeling on the bed between your legs, and leaned in to kiss you. You responded instantly, lifting your head to meet me, your lips soft and warm, parting as you kissed me back with a slow, intimate passion. Your tongue teased mine, deepening our connection as our bodies pressed together through the layers of fabric and sheets. The heat between us built with every touch, every shared breath. Your legs parted just a little more, and I moved in closer, my hand traveling up to cradle your neck. I shifted my face to the side and kissed your neck, and teased your earlobes with my tongue. You gasped audibly and I could feel your hips shift. As I pulled back slightly after another kiss, you bit my lower lip — playful, teasing — before giving me a look filled with unmistakable desire and want. I resumed my position at the foot of the bed, reaching for the edge of the sheet. Gripping it gently, I tugged, watching as it trailed over your body, first gliding over your breasts, then your waist, before slipping away completely. The fabric pooled at the foot of the bed, leaving you nearly bare before me. You were trembling slightly, anticipation thrumming through you. The hem of your t-shirt barely covered you, teasing me with glimpses of the soft curve of your hips and the dip of your waist. A flash of bare skin here, the subtle shadow of your thighs there — just enough to drive me wild. I leaned down, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your calf, then another a little higher, following the heat of your skin up to your thigh. Your body tensed and melted in equal measure beneath my touch. My hands slid up, gripping your hips firmly, my fingers slipping underneath to grasp the full curve of your ass. I moved painfully slow, drawing out the moment, savouring the build-up. Every inch of you begged for my attention, and I was in no rush to deliver it all at once. You did say you wanted to be teased, although by now it felt like I was teasing myself as well. My mouth hovered just over your vulva, the last sliver of fabric barely shielding you. The heat radiating from you was undeniable, the smallest shift of your body pressing you closer, urging me on. I held there for a breath, watching, waiting, feeling you pulse with need beneath me. And then, finally, I moved. I lifted the edge of your shirt to reveal your vulva, eager with anticipation, with short trimmed pubic hair. My eyes lingered, taking in every inch of your exposed skin, before I leaned back down, my breath hot against your inner thigh. My hands slid beneath you, fingers curling around the curves of your hips, pulling you slightly toward me. My mind flashed, just for a second, to the thought of you trimming yourself — an image so intimate, so tender, it made my desire for you even more unbearable. And then, I tasted you. You were glistening wet and radiating heat. I couldn’t wait any longer, and placed my mouth over your lips, and pressed my tongue inside you. The first stroke of my tongue sent a shudder through your body, a soft, helpless moan falling from your lips. You were impossibly wet, glistening with heat and need. I pressed deeper, letting my tongue explore you, savouring the way your body responded — hips lifting, thighs trembling, the ties around your wrists pulling just slightly as your fingers curled instinctively. As you lifted my hands slipped below you, feeling the full curve of your ass, at which i let out a desiring moan, or grunt, of my own. I pressed my tongue deeper still and gripped your bum with both hands. You were lifting and clenching in response, and using all the leverage you had with your hands still tied. I let my tongue trace upward, teasing, before circling back down and finding your clitoris, hard and ready. I pictured you grabbing my hair if you could, while I ran the tip of my tongue back and forth, your body quivering with every flick of my tongue and stroke of my lips. Your legs came up around my head, and I could feel you squeeze as you wrapped them around me. I continued to flick and tease, while you lifted and swayed your hips, eager for maximum contact. I could only imagine how you felt, experience so much pleasure but with nowhere to go when it got overwhelming. I imagined you riding the crest of a wave that could fall at any moment, plunging you into depths of pleasure and driving you crazy. I relocated a hand and slid my underwear off, which you didn’t notice but would in time. I ran the same hand up your thigh, and pressed two fingers smoothly into your vagina. You felt tight and there was resistance, but your overwhelming wetness made it easy. Your body answered, pushing toward me, wanting more. I gave it to you, my hands gripping your hips tighter, pulling you even closer, my tongue teasing, flicking, and my fingers pressing deeper. Your breath came faster now, each exhale shaky, filled with pleasure. I could feel the tension winding inside you, building, spiralling toward something inevitable. I let my lips close around you, sucking gently, then harder, letting my tongue roll against you while my fingers pressed in a steady, torturous rhythm. I placed my mouth back over your vulva, my tongue pressing against you with urgency now, drinking in every moan, every shudder of your body beneath me. At the same time, I reached up, hastily pushing your shirt higher until it gathered just beneath your collarbones, revealing your breasts in the dim morning light. They were perfect — soft, full, your nipples hard and eager for my touch. Wet from being inside you, I ran my fingers over them, watching as the moisture left behind caught the light. Your skin felt electric, and as my fingers found your nipples and began to squeeze and flick them, you let out a sound that was pure, desperate pleasure. You were panting now, moaning without restraint, the sounds coming from your lips in a steady rhythm that only made me harder, made me want you even more. I leaned up, replacing my fingers with my mouth, my tongue circling one nipple before I closed my lips around it, sucking gently, then teasing it between my teeth. You gasped, arching into me, your body begging for more, and I gave it to you — switching to the other, lavishing it with the same attention, tasting the sweet salt of your skin. As I shifted my position slightly, you suddenly tensed, your eyes going wide as you felt it — my cock, hard and straining, and casually brushing against the inside of your thigh. It was just a passing touch, a small, teasing moment, but I felt the way your breath caught, the way your legs instinctively parted just a little more. I smirked against your skin. A new idea had taken root in your mind. A new desire, one that neither of us could ignore much longer. I continued kissing you, my lips trailing across your skin, moving from your breasts to your chest, relishing the rise and fall of your breath beneath me. I kissed higher, up the delicate line of your collarbone, over the curve of your neck, where I felt your pulse hammering against my lips. Your skin was warm, fevered, and as I made my way back to your mouth, I felt your hands instinctively tug at their restraints, not to resist, but to reach for me. When our lips met again, it was intoxicating — like I had been away from you for too long, though it had only been moments. Your mouth was soft and welcoming, your tongue meeting mine in slow, eager strokes, as if drinking me in, pulling me deeper into you. As we kissed, my hips moved against you, and I felt it — felt the head of my cock brushing against your wetness, the slick heat of you coating me, making it nearly impossible not to slide inside right then and there. The temptation was maddening, the way you fit against me, how effortlessly our bodies aligned. But I waited. I kept our rhythm, my lips still tangled with yours, as I let my cock glide against your clit, teasing you with slow, deliberate movements. I could feel every shiver that ran through you, hear every breath that caught in your throat. Your legs shifted, welcoming me in, parting just enough that I could slide between them, nudging against your entrance, so close, so impossibly close. Then you looked at me, your eyes found mine, and in that single glance, I knew. I saw the need, the ache, the silent plea, but I wanted to be certain. “Are you sure?” I murmured against your lips, my voice rough with restraint. You bit your lip, and nodded. Then, barely above a whisper, you breathed the word — “Please.” I had loved every moment of having you tied up — watching you writhe under my touch, seeing the pleasure ripple through you while you surrendered to the slow, deliberate teasing. The thrill of exposing you to me, piece by piece, feeling you tremble in anticipation. Two strangers, bound by an unspoken understanding, coming together in this shared, intimate hunger. But I didn’t want to fuck you while you were still tied up. I leaned in, kissing you again, keeping the head of my cock poised at your entrance, right on the edge of slipping inside. Your body tensed with expectation, but instead of pushing forward, I reached up, my fingers moving to the knots of silk and fabric that bound your wrists. Your eyes flickered open, first in surprise, then in something deeper — gratitude, relief. You hadn’t resisted the restraints, but now, as I loosened them, as I slid your hands free, I could see how much you wanted to touch me, and to have your autonomy to guide our mutual pleasure. I guided your arms around my shoulders, letting them drape over me naturally, feeling your fingertips press into the muscles of my back, your nails teasing over my skin. Then, as I cradled the back of your head, pressing my forehead to yours, I slowly, deliberately pushed forward. Your gasp filled the space between us. It was louder this time — half excitement, half surprise. As wet as you were, I could feel the resistance, the tightness of you around me, gripping me as I pressed deeper. I moved slowly, milking every millimetre, feeling you stretch, feeling your body adjust around me. My breathing grew heavier, my control tested as I fought the urge to drive into you all at once. Instead, I let the moment build, let us both feel every second of it, let the pleasure mount like a slow, burning wave. You were trembling beneath me, your fingers clutching at my shoulders. I kissed you again — deep, reassuring — before pushing just a little further, sliding deeper, filling you completely. Relative to the drawn out tease of what had happened so far, the final part happened in a flash. Once I was inside you, and you felt the full depth and girth of how I felt inside of you, we established a rhythm that we were helpless to stop. Fast but steady, I was pushing my hips into you rhythmically, while you pulled me into you and explored with your hands, enjoying the new found freedom. You ran them up my back, grabbing me with your nails, scratching ever so slightly, and moved up to my hair and face. You used one hand to brace my chest, feel my collarbones, and even ran your fingers up to my mouth, which I kissed and sucked with glee. All the while I continued to thrust and when your hands found their way to my bum, I pressed my face into your chest and quickened the pace. I flew too close to the sun, I was experiencing an overwhelming wave of pleasure and there was no going back. Luckily, you caught the wave with me, and as I thrust in and out of you, in full strokes, coming almost all the way out, before going all the way back in, I could feel you still tight and tensing against me from the inside. As I thrust inside you one last time I exploded, my cock spasming and twitching inside you as the wave crashed and we clung to each other, grasping and tensing and flexing. I held you tight, wanting to stay inside you forever, to roll over and fall asleep together. Hop a plane and fly to a desert island where we could wander naked and fuck on the sand, kiss in pools and streams. We shifted, both wanting to decouple from the moment without disrupting any of the exquisite and uncluttered intimacy that we had both experienced. I lay down briefly on your chest, catching my breath. Your chest was heaving as well. We had exchanged so few words, contributing greatly to the dream-like state we found ourselves in. I didn’t want to overstay my welcome, or ruin the moment. I kissed you softly on the lips and whispered ‘thank you’, and you smiled knowingly, with your own sense of gratitude in your eyes. I watched as you slid off the bed, and watched you cross the room to the bathroom, to turn on the shower. I ogled your naked bum every step of the way, wanting that to be my lasting impression, to be an image tattooed on my eyeballs. I recovered my clothes, returned the sheet to the bed and untied the remaining tethers from the bed, placing them on the bedside table.

22 November 2025

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We have been chatting for about six weeks and decided that we would have a face to face meeting. There is a little park just to the north of the GC, we agree that we should meet up in a public space, late afternoon, so I head off around 4-30 and find a parking spot in the back corner of the park, just a few metres away from a picnic table so I am here alone the place is deserted, I grab a can of CC and sit down… no sign of anyone… been half an hour and still waiting… another no show… As I am standing here waiting my phone buzzed with a message… where are you.. you should have just said that you weren’t going to show up! I answer that I am in the park, "Where?" So I explain in the corner next to the picnic table. Next thing I hear “hope you’ve got some drinks“ as she appears through the bushes nothing like the blurry picture she sent me. Red hair to her shoulders, white sundress that just covered her great ass, well and truly out of my league, but I said yes if you like CC, and handed her a can… do you want a glass? We made small talk about everything except for the subjects related to sex. For about an hour and then I decided to jump in, so what do you think about our conversation last night about eating pussy. She stood up and walked over to me and sat facing me on the picnic table legs just slightly apart and then she said I thought you would never ask Her sundress not covering her tiny white panties with a yummy wet spot. She lifted her leg over my head now sitting directly in front of me legs apart and looked at me and said that I should taste her and see if I liked it. She laid back on her hands and my mouth went straight to her wet spot kissed her pussy twice and my fingers found the edge of her panties my tongue was in between her lips and as she moaned and her hand found the back of my head she came fuck did she cum, her juices were dripping out of her and I couldn’t keep up I was just licking it all up. She came 4 times and then we decided to go back to her house for dinner. We played and fucked for the next 2 days. And I still don’t have her name or phone number.

19 November 2025

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So I met this chick at work and she came up to me for my contact, we hit it off so we go for a ride together, later on she comes to mine and drags me in a bath with her and let me explore, huge turn on. Then we go lay down and just have a quick sleep, then makes me give her a massage, I push it and start sliding her panties down slowly, I'm pretty damn nervous right then. She helps and let's me just do what I want for a bit, ask her to roll on her back and I start eating her out, she's moaning and I'm very fucking hard. She then tells me to lay down were she was so I do, and she starts to jerk me off slowly, now I'm very nervous and struggling to stay up and she can obviously tell, so she stops and shuffles herself above my face and tells me to get to work as she lowers herself, instant rager, more or less just 69 at that point giving each other oral. She finishes and I'm close, but she gets off. I go slightly limp like oh what, but she then starts rubbing her pussy on my dick and I'm nervous again coz I'm thinking. She then puts the tip in, tilts my head and just starts sucking on my neck, holy shit I'm hard as hard, blow after a minute onto her pussy and she keeps going, I'm still hard and find out Hickeys are a super huge turn on for me, as well as female dominating and face-sitting. So yea, fun.

18 November 2025

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You're laying on the bed naked, legs spread, pussy wet & exposed, you're hot & horny, hungry for my big hard cock. I stand at the end of the bed, slowly jerking my dick as you rub your clit & moan in delight. We watch each other as we pleasure ourselves, the camera close by records the hot scene, ready to share online for strangers to watch should we choose to. My hips buck in a nice rhythm, the smell of our sex hangs in the air, making us even hotter to put on a show for the other. I start to groan a little louder as my climax builds, my balls go tight & my cock seems to get even harder... my rhythm slows right down as I move my meat closer to your sticky lips & slippery clit. With one final grunt, I jerk a thick stream of cum with force all over your cunt, it splashes nicely on you, the warm sensation shooting pure pleasure up your spine... God, what a turn on! As the flood subsides, you realise that you yourself are on the brink of orgasm, to your surprise, I grab your ankles, spread your legs even wider & go down on you... my tongue out & my mouth straight on your now very wet & sticky, cum covered snatch. As I lick, nibble & lap up my mess, you go wild as a thundering explosion goes off inside you... you push your hips hard into my face as you cum & squirt from this kinky sex. Again & again you are throbbing from your clit been sucked clean of our juices... you want to taste it, no... you need to! I bring my lips to yours, we kiss deeply, a mix of our sex sets you off again & I plunge my hard cock deep inside you, filling you up as you are overwhelmed.

17 November 2025

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A trip to a nude beach with a friend. A beautiful day, we arrived and found a shady spot. I asked him if he could put sunscreen on my back. I laid down and he said I think you need some on your butt too. He massaged it into my cheeks, I noticed he was hard. He straddled me and started slowly rubbing sunscreen on my back. His cock was sliding between my cheeks. I pushed my butt up and his cock slid in me. He slowly pushed in ‘til I could feel his balls on my butt. He started a slow rhythm, it felt great. Another guy walked up as my friend was slowly fucking me, he said 'hey guys, do you mind if I watch'. My friend said, 'no not at all'. I checked out our new friend, he was young, hot and had a huge cock. My friend lifted my leg so he was now fucking me from the side and said I should suck our new friend’s cock. I shifted over and started to suck it. My friend started fucking me harder and faster, I love being fucked in this position. I could feel my first anal orgasm coming on quickly, I could feel the cream started to flow, oh fuck yeah, once I start the anal orgasms keep on coming. My friend said 'oh we got a creamer' The new guy adjusted so he could watch my arse creaming. My friend kept fucking me hard. I came again, more cream flowed, I came again, more cream, my friend said 'fuck that’s so hot, I’m gonna add my own cream' He kept fucking me and as he came inside me, I had another anal orgasm, my arse was covered in my cream. My friend said to our new friend 'your turn'. He changed position and as I cleaned my friend’s cock, he plunged his huge cock into me and started fucking me relentlessly. Oh my god, another anal orgasm came on quickly, he kept fucking me, another one, my head was spinning, another one, my arse cheeks were covered in my cream and my friends cum as it flowed out with each intense anal orgasm. I lost count of how many times I came, our new friend was a powerhouse, he just kept on fucking me and I kept on cumming and then he came in me with such force, I felt every spurt as he filled me up. He stayed inside me for a few minutes while we caught our breath. We all got up and walked down to the water, I could feel cum and cream running down my leg as we walked, such a good start to a day at the beach.

14 November 2025

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