Lily had never done anything like this. Nothing even close. He was so much older than her. Her head swum with excitement. There was something so calm, and confident about him, and that turned her on. It wasn't his looks, she wouldn't look at his photo and swipe for more. "God, he was old enough to be......" Lily cut herself off from any more of THOSE thoughts. She was in for wherever the afternoon was going to take her, whatever it might bring. As arranged, they'd met in the carpark of the off-leash dog park. Furry blurs of all shapes & sizes tore around the park as she hopped out of her car & into his. He was dressed in jeans, t-shirt, very casual. Could be any of the dog walkers out there through the windscreen. Nervous greetings, the kind when you see each other again after only ever meeting once before, late at night, both partly intoxicated in a noisy bar full of partying "end-of-weekers." It was there he'd finally asked. Last night, drunk, feeling daring and exploring some vague fantasy she'd had wandering around in her imagination for a while. So, Lily was, well, open to the idea of fucking him. But what he asked of her was not what she was expecting. "I want to watch you. I want to feast my eyes and my brain on every inch of you. I want to tell you what to do, how to pose, where to be, how you undress. I don't want to fuck. I will masturbate over the sight of you. Please tell me you'll do this for me?" His eyes were wild, and wide. Lily could tell he was finally unleashing something he'd been burning to ask someone for a long time. She was sort of hot for him, and the thought of doing something so sexual in the private company of him really lit a fire in her. So there they were, driving from the dog park to his house. She hadn't asked about his "status," she sort of assumed he was married. She didn't care. In fact, that just made it feel even dirtier, and hotter. So when they walked in the house she noted the signs of female life in the place, definitely not the way a single man would live, and a with quick glance in the open bedroom door as he led her down the hallway she confirmed it for herself, women's clothes. But he was definitely on his own. He lead her into the bright living area at the back of the house, kitchen off to one side, a dining area with a long table and lots of chairs, and the large lounge space surrounded by windows on 2 walls, a big TV screen mounted on the pillar and a large mirror on the wall that adjoined the next room, the connecting door closed. Small talk, him shifting a bit nervously, Lily secretly delighted she felt calm, almost in control of the situation, even though he was older, his place, and only half an hour ago seemed so in control. Something else appealing to her devilish enjoyment of something so much wilder than her friends could ever imagine Lily doing. She accepted his offer of a drink, a cold baby champagne bottle hitting the spot. She listened patiently to his nervous chatter for a few minutes. His beer, her champagne loosening their inhibitions, the talk gradually turned to the reason she was there with him. "Fuck you're beautiful" he blurted. Lily's stomach suddenly felt light for a second. "When I saw you last night I thought you were hot, but here, now....wow you're beautiful." Lily smiled. She could see her reflection in the big mirror, her long legs stretching out in her black yoga pants, the zip of her loose pink hoody down enough that a fair glimpse of cleavage was visible, and his eyes regularly dropped to gaze longingly at her gorgeous firm breasts. He gazed at her for what felt like minutes. His obvious desire for her, his hunger, was turning her on. He looked directly into her eyes. "Stand up, please." he almost whispered. Lily stood. He stayed laid back on the couch, looking up and down her body. "Fuck." he breathed. Lily was quivering with excitement. "I want.....I'm......." He was struggling to find the right words. Lily smiled. Back in control. She leaned forward and whispered into his ear "Tell me." His breath quickened. Then he whispered back. "I want you to turn around. Look out the window." She turned her back to him. Seconds passed, then she heard him quietly moan. "You've got the most incredible arse. Oh fuck, that's oh, that's just magnificent." Lily leant slightly forward so that her tight, fitting yoga pants really accentuated her tight butt cheeks. He grunted his approval. "Turn around again." Lily turned to face him. Her hands on her hips. Smiling. Loving it. "What's under your top?" His hand on his groin. "Not much" she said, seductively. "Hmmm. Could I see?" She slowly unzipped the hoody, and then put her hands back on her hips so that the unzipped top parted to show her smooth stomach and pink push up bra holding her firm, round breasts. He drew breath slowly. "Fuck!" He undid his jeans. His boner sprang up under his briefs, the lump of him seperating the V shape his unzipped fly left open. She could see the shape of him through his black briefs. "Top off, please." She dropped the hoody off her shoulders slowly and let it slip. She felt wet. Standing there in this warm, sunbathed room, him lying back on the couch staring at her, her reflection in the mirror, the green backyard through the big windows forming the background to her near topless shape. "Turn again." She did as instructed and heard shuffling noises behind her, his weaker reflection in the glass moving around on the couch behind her. "Oh my God, that arse!" he said, voice low and smokey. "Can I see your tits now, please?" Lily dropped her bra & turned back to face him. He gasped, and she discovered he'd removed his clothes, his boner standing straight up, pointing up his stomach like a lighthouse, head glistening. He began to fondle his balls as she leant forward to give him a good look at her beautiful tits. "Pinch up your nipples" he whispered. She tweaked and teased, and soon her nipples were as firm as his dick. "Take your pants off." Firmly. She flipped off her runners and hooked her thumbs into the waist band of the yoga pants. She felt like the most desired stripper in the world. It was delicious. She slipped the tight black lycra down her long legs, and stepped out of them. She stood straight again, tight black g string and white anklet socks the only things she was still wearing while this hot, older naked man ogled her and stroked his hard cock. He grunted again. "Fuck!" A few seconds passed. Then, "Walk over to the kitchen & back. I want to watch you move." She padded in her socks over to the island bench, paused, then slunk back, watching him wank, smiling into his lustful eyes. "Holy fuck....mmmm" he groaned. "Panties off, please." Lily realised she was actually relieved. She was as horny as him. The g string hit the floor. He stared at her trimmed landing strip, the smooth skin of her thighs, and the delicate gap between them. "Can I see?" He almost pleaded. "Sure" Lily whispered, voice husky. "Sit on there" he pointed to the square, white leather bound ottoman in the middle of the room. Lily sat, and slowly spread her legs then leant back on one arm, allowing him to look straight at her pussy, waxed and pink and glistening in the light. He grunted. "Fuck!" His hand moving faster as he stroked his hard dick. "Fuck!" "Turn around and bend over." Through his gritted teeth now. Lily smiled. She stood, turned, and slowly bent at the waist until her hands rested on the leather of the footstool. She gradually shifted her feet apart. He had the full view. Like the pages of Playboy or Penthouse. She loved this, getting him off just by letting him look at her. She looked back at him over her shoulder, and that seemed to nearly blow his mind, and his load. His head rolled back as he steadily worked his now slippery cock, his pre-cum providing awesome natural lube for his palm as his fingers wrapped around his shaft and he stroked from base to head. Lily wanted in on the action. She slipped a hand between her legs and swirled her fingers up her inner thighs, building her own excitement. Her skin tingled and the fine hair on her arms stood with static electricity as she began to breathe heavily herself. She stroked the outside of her vulva lips with fingertips. He moaned in delight. Lily stood and turned. He was almost delirious with excitement. He motioned to the chair right next to where he lay on the couch. She sat in it, and raised her legs up over the plush armrests. Cunt fully exposed to him, she plucked her nipples again for a while, then slipped her middle finger into her mouth. She traced the slicked finger back to her tits and circled her nipples. She moaned softly as she watched him stroking himself, his cock bulging in his strong hand. Then Lily sucked on the fingers of her other hand, first the index, then the middle. She licked them as she stared at his eyes. Fingers wet and sparkly in the light, she held his stare as she began to masturbate, her mouth emitting involuntary groans as she worked her vulva and parted her lips and pushed her long, elegant fingers into her hole. His eyes locked on her cunt now. Her fingers alternately delving, then sliding between her lips, his hand a blur on his pulsing cock, swirling the palm over the tip of his head, sweeping more pre-cum over the shining shaft as he pumped. Lily's fingers pulled back her lips, and tugged up, revealing more to him and exposing her clit to her fingertips. She fluttered her fingers and knew she was close to cumming. Then his back arched up off the couch. His hand stroked once more and his balls contracted as he exploded, squirting stripe after stripe of clearish, white cum up his stomach and chest. His third spurt hit him under the chin. He groaned and grunted "Fuck! Fuck!" over and over as he released everything in long bursts of squirting liquid. Lily could hold on no longer. The sight of him ejaculating like that, the pure abandonment of his orgasm pushed her over the edge, and her legs slammed together, trapping her hand tight against her cunt as she convulsed in rapturous orgasm, breasts heaving, body twisting and bouncing up off the chair for what seemed like forever. After a while, Lily started to regain some composure. He was still lying there, his hand holding his cock, cum glistening on his chest, which was still heaving as he caught his breath. Lily couldn't quite believe any of this was real. Did she just do that? Is this all a dream? Later, as he dropped her off to her car back at the dog park, Lily plucked up the courage. "So," she asked, "are you married, divorced,....what's the go?" He smiled a bit sheepishly. "Married." "Oh. Not that it matters. I'm sure she's nice." Lily didn't know what else to say. He turned to look at her. "Yeah, she's nice. She thinks you're great." Wait. What? Lily head spun. "Wha....do you mean 'she thinks?' We were alone..." He grinned. "You remember the mirror on the wall?" Lily nodded. "It's a one way. She was on the other side" Lily was stunned. She was watching? The whole thing? "I've gotta go home and fuck her now," he said. "She'll be waiting." As Lily drove home, head reeling with what he'd just told her, she imagined him fucking his wife. She never even locked the front door as she raced into her bedroom and fucked herself to another monumental orgasm with her favourite toy, the image of him, and the mirror, and what was going on behind it, in secret, driving her flailing hands as she came over and over again.

10 August 2023

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Another work trip and another share acomodation, joys of military travel. At least this time I have an ensuite, even if it is shared with the next room, it is a little more private. As I settle in, I hear someone in there, I am obviously sharing it. Once settled, I go for a run and when I get back go to have a shower. I strip off grab my towel & toiletries and walk into the ensuite. "Oh, shit Sorry" I freeze, "I'd forgotten I am sharing the shower". There is a women, in her undies standing in from of the mirror. I catch myself looking her up and down, she's a BBW, but with the curves in the right places and proportions. Just my type, I spent a little too much time looking down at her arse, then realise I am, snapping back to her eyes, that are locked on mine. "Sorry" I get out sheepishly. But she smiles and said, it's ok, she's done I can jump in the shower. "Besides it doesn't look like your sorry" she say's with a cheeky grin, then looks down to my cock. Oh shit, I forgot I was naked and now standing there with an erection. I jump in the shower as she leaves. I head down to dinner, the dining room, there are a few people sitting together but the table is full, so I grab a seat at a small table in the corner. I look up thinking they are there to take my order, but it is my ensuite buddy. "Can I join you?" I welcome her to sit and introduce myself and apolagies for earlier. "It's fine, it's been a while since someone looked at me like that, or at least I hope you were" Again that smile, she's cute, I didn't notice it earlier, I guess I was too busy checking out her body. We chat and enjoy dinner then head over to the bar and grab a drink and continue to chat, we have a bit in common and we agree it's better than being alone in our rooms. After several hours of watching TV and chatting we head up to our rooms. I settle in and complete a little work before going to brush my teeth. Again she's there, we joke about it but make room to brush at the same time. She jokes about being too big, taking up all the space. I tell her I don't mind, give me an excuse to move closer to her, wink as I say to her "No to big for me to handle" and push up against her. "Is that right", we nudge back and forth a little but manage to finish our nightly routines. "Ok, see you soon!" she winks and slaps my arse, her hand settles there for a second as I turned towards her. Suddenly she pulled me towards her, I stepped in and for a second we stood there staring at each other seeing who would give in first and move. We had to get past each other to return to our rooms, so I stand my ground and offer for her to pass, she joked, I can do this all night and we continue to stand there. Fuck it I think, I put my hands around her and grab her arse, her hand was still on mine. "If we're going to do this all night, lets at least pick a room" I push her back towards my room with my body and as I do she kisses me. We start grouping and kissing like kids, stubble into my room and then she pushes me off, and drops her robe, she just has on a small silky pair of boy leg undies, he breast are bare and I immediately grab her andd plunge my head into her D cup breasts, licking and kissing her nipples, she is ripping at my shorts and we fall to the bed. I manouver myself onto her and continue to kiss down across her belly, to panties, I kiss and pull then down, over ther thighs, running my hand past her moist pussy, and continue down her legs. She lays back and watches me. I love her confidence, most women this size cover up, embaressed to be seen. I keep exploring her body, touching, licking, kissing. I come back to her pussy, and gently kiss and lick at it, working towards her clit when she pushed me off and then sits above me. She pushed her pussy into my face and pins me to the bed,. I am so turned on by her domination I grab her arse and push against her clit as I start to work it with my tongue. I keep gogin and feel her starting to push against me as she grrabs my head, I increase my pressure and speed, when she screams out "Sick your tongue in me", I comply and start fucking her with my tongue as she cums over my face. She pushes be against the bed then slides effortlessly onto my cock, sitting up at first and gently riding and grinding. I sit slightly and take a nipple in my mouth when she pulls me up and starts passionately kissing me again, sharing in her juices. She continues to build up speed as we embrass and continue to kiss like teenages until I cum. It feels like bucketloads, we hod that position for a few minutes until I soften and slip out. She pushed me back onto the bed and again, drives her pussy into my face, "Now clean me up!" The confidence and domination has me following her every command, I start slurping at her gushing pussy, thhe combination of our juices flowing into my mouth. I continue to clean her, unable to move from under her, not that I want to move, but I want to please her, do as she demands and continue to lick and slurp at her pussy. She slides her wet pusssy all the way down along my chest and stomach until she comes to a rest and licks at my face "Now share!", kissing me to taste the combinate I have been enjoying for the last few minutes. We lay together for a few minutes before she gets up and simply states, I'm showing at 6:30 tomorrow, I expect you to be in there, then we will discuss tomorrow night.

10 August 2023

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Sarah liked shoes. Heels, in particular. She liked feeling taller than her 5'4" unadorned height. She also liked how heels gave her legs that tapered, extended look. Sarah felt powerful in heels. Maybe it was some subconcious, subliminal message her brain got when she knew men were watching her strut? Maybe it was that outward confidence that came from other people's admiring glances as her hips rolled suggestively under her preferred tight, short skirts? How her body arched gracefully and how she held her head, shoulder length jet black hair flowing in the draft of her gait? Sarah never really gave it that much thought, but she had become very conscious of her preferred styles, and the feel of quality shoes on her feet was definitely symbolic of her desire to stamp herself in the memory of any man who admired her looks and her sexuality and her self confidence. She worked hard, she'd committed herself to achievement and success and she was enjoying the trappings of single life in her 30's and making her mark on the world. It was late to be shopping for shoes on a Friday, but it had been a long day in the office, then a couple of drinks to send off a leaving colleague had Sarah feeling pretty bold. She swung her legs out of her BMW and strode seductively as ever into her favourite shop. The guy who owned the shop was there, as ever. Being late he was alone, his part time assistant had left an hour ago, and he looked up from his paperwork as the bell above the door clinked as Sarah walked in. "Lovely to see you again, Sarah." Sarah loved that he used her name, that he remembered her as one of his better customers and gave her friendly, but valued VIP status whenever she came in. "Hi Paul. Sorry it's late." "It's never too late for you Sarah. How can I help?" She hadn't ever noticed before, but was she getting vibes of something more than "valued regular customer" from Paul? He was handsome, and she had to admit she liked his smile and confident air whenever he'd fitted shoes for her. His hands were expert at slipping exquisite Italian and German leather over her toes, how he easily fastened buckles and straps, and he had excellent taste. "I'd like something bright. To wear with black tights, maybe red or pink?" Sarah smiled. He strode directly to the wall displays opposite, and lifted down a stunning pair of scarlet red patent sandals with a curved, sculpted heel. So high. Exactly her style. "Something like these?" "Oh, god they're adorable!" "Sit, let's try them on" he gestured to the fitting chair beside where Sarah stood, as she turned the beautiful shoes around in her hands, admiring every angle. She sat and as she reached down to undo the pair she had on, her fingers brushed Paul's. He was kneeling, already lifting her foot, gently but expertly slipping her black closed toe "work shoes" off. "Am I imagining that his eyes lingered on my leg a bit longer than normal?" thought Sarah. She definitely wasn't imagining how he supported her foot by holding her calf and she felt a twinge as his hand held her lower leg. She could smell his after shave as she leant slightly forward to look down as he slipped the suggested, suggestive red beauties on to her feet. He fastened the slash back strap around her ankle. "How does that feel?" "The shoes feel great, your hands even better," Sarah thought to herself. She had to admit she was attracted to him. He was sexy, dressed well, knew his stuff, sold her the objects of her desire. She walked around the shop a bit, as he suggested, to get a better feel. She was ultra aware of his gaze. She was starting to feel a bit hot, maybe it was the wines, maybe it was the temperature in his shop? She admired the shoes in the perfectly angled low mirror. "I love them," she said, turning to catch him....adjusting himself, his hand quickly brushing across his groin and then dropping to his side. Did she really see that? They both paused briefly. Was he embarrassed? She looked at his eyes. Nope. Sarah was suddenly horny as hell. So, it would appear, was Paul. He started to ask if she'd like them boxed up when he realised she was staring directly at his bulge, and it continued to grow, the material of his pants unable to hide his increasing demonstration of desire for her. Surrounded by the delectable displays of her favourite things, Sarah knew she needed satisfaction. Now. Paul sensed it. He walked over & locked the shop door, opened the switchboard and flicked off most of the lights. "Why, ah, why don't you come out into the other room, Sarah?" he gestured towards the curtain that seperated the front and back of the shop. "I have another special pair to show you." Smiling. Eyes twinkling. Sarah followed him through the curtain. Ceiling high racks of shoe boxes, accessible by a sliding ladder. Another chair. He held her by the arm and firmly, but with the same expert touch as fitting her shoes, guided her to sit. He knelt again and slid off the ruby red stunners. He left her left foot resting in his lap. As he reached across and produced a pair of blue closed toe, killer heel, pointy toes.... "Did he have them already waiting?" Sarah felt seduced. The sole of her foot rubbed against his erection through his pants. He slid the blue ones on. Then his hands slid up her legs, lifting her right leg & crossing the left. He could see up under her skirt. She breathed hotly. His hand continuing to stroke across her skin, under her calf, the toe of her clad foot inches from his face. His lips brushing her instep, then his tongue. His hand climbing to her knee, then thigh. Sarah tousling her hair with her hand, his fingers climbing, climbing. His other hand undid his pants. His hard dick exposed, he licked slowly up her shin as he stroked his gorgeous dick. Sarah panting. Her legs gliding apart as his fingers brushed her vulva through her tiny pants. He tugged, material slid aside, his fingers on her flesh, stroking, feeling, parting, slipping gently in, her hips lifting, his other hand now openly masturbating himself. Then he stood, lifting her blouse, strong fingers holding her firm tits, circling her nipples. Sarah panting, reaching out, grabbing his cock urgently. They kissed passionately. Her panties sliding down, off. His dick felt like concrete in her fingers. So hard. His hot breath on her neck, her shoulders, her hand stroking, his hand back at her pussy, faster movement now, pressure over her mound pulling her clit up and open to his touch. He lifted her out of the chair, turned her and bent her forward. One leg lifted to rest on the chair. From this angle, behind her, he inserted his cock, sliding exquisitely into her slippery cunt. They fucked each other, her grinding down on his every stroke. He reached around and his middle finger switched and played at her clit as his cock bumped repeatedly against her G. She came, her hands gripping the arms of the chair as her head dropped forward, hair dangling around her face, a small bead of saliva dripping from her bottom lip as her mouth opened groaning and pulse after pulse of orgasmic waves drove through her pelvis and up her spine. Paul's hands gripped her hips, holding her gathered up skirt above her butt cheeks as he continued to plough steadily through her orgasm, Sarah's legs felt weak with the intensity of her pleasure. Was it the spontaneous nature of their sudden attraction? Was it the heady smell of leather that surrounded her senses? Was it the secret, urgent, delicious naughtiness of giving herself up in such a wanton, flagrant way? Sarah wasn't sure what turned her on so much, but she fucking loved the delirious sensations it created. Paul drove on until Sarah's breath started to subside back to normal. He seemed to grow even bigger in her. Then he jerked out, his body in spasms as he held his dick and blasted cum over her raised foot, cum dripping off the blue leather onto the floor. Sarah watched him ejaculate over her foot & shoe, an image that would come to mind over and over when she masturbated in the weeks after this wild shoe shopping event. Paul slumped beside her, his lips almost involuntarily mouthing her thigh as he regained composure and breath. They embraced closely, each stunned at how quickly the whole thing had escalated. Sarah smiled at him. "I think I'll take the red ones," she whispered.

4 August 2023

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I was asked by my friend Barry who has a little Diabetes to massage his wife and asked me if he could watch. I said why not yet, I felt a little hesitant to do so as it was my first experience and I did not want to upset our friendship. So we met up and as soon as I entered the room, Christine was in this negligee and I could see her breasts. I had an immediate hard on and began feeling embarrassed. Christine looked at Barry and smiled. He offered me a drink and soon after Christine laid on her back as if she wanted me to start there. I felt a feeling of excitement and was ecstatic bursting at the excitement. As I began to caress Christine, she closed her eyes and gave out few moans. Baz started to look closely as it seemed he was enjoying his wife enjoying herself. He could see I was loving it which made us all feeling relaxed. By then I was naked. I lied in bed next to Christine with my hard on to the roof, and winked at Christine. She looked at Baz who indicated with his head to carry on. It was the best sexual experience and spontaneous fun that I’ve had in my life. I always imagine it and pray for it to happen again.

1 August 2023

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Tongues deeply entwined in each others mouths, our hands begin to wander, yours at my crouch as you can feel Dinosnore harden, mine getting edged under your top as I start to remove it. I then reach down and undo your pants, undo the zipper and then remove them, black matching panties and bras, your looking amazing, my eyes are on fire from the sight of your encapsulated breasts, time to unleash them so I undo the clasp on your bra and your beautiful breast sit full and perky. Your nipples harden as they are exposed to the coldness of the room. I kneel between your chair lifting your legs up high and reach in grab the top of your panties on your hips, I start to lower as you lift your little arse off the chair, I slide them off and then you spread your legs wider instantly as you know that I cannot resist sharing my tongue with your sopping wet snatch. I stop at the intersection to take in the view, It glistens with moisture and I notice your fingers quickly run over your clit, fingers dripping with your juices, you reach out and tell me to open my mouth, you stick your fingers in demanding me to taste you. You then grab me by the back of the head and bury it into your pussy commanding me to eat it. I run my tongue over your clit vigorously, a rapid motion that sees you started to squirm about, i use my lips to lightly suck your little button, I move my tongue downwards and lick around your pussy before plunging it inside you, wiggling it around, pulling it out before diving it back in. I pull it out and lick from the top of your clit down to your pussy, as I do this you raise your arse high as my tongue glides over your bum as you’re so fucking horny, you seem to enjoy a little bit of extra naughtiness so I flick my tongue over it again and again. You beg me to start fucking you, please please tease my clit with your big knob before you enter me you ask. I get my gym ball and roll it backwards toward the couch, then lean down as I grab my shaft and start to rub the tip against your clit and your pussy, you squirm about with anticipation. Stop teasing me and put it in my excited massage contraption, as I pull backwards over your clit, it finds its way with easy as the tip slowly enters you, stretching your tight hungry and neglected pussy, I slowly push it in inch by inch by inch, it would seem the 2 are a match made in heaven You let out this little noise ohhh wow, that’s feels so good, don’t tease me put it all in. I lean forward and now it’s hit the spot you desired, mmmm, that feel so good and so deep inside me, go easy for a start. Back and fourth we begin to rock, rolling with the ball. You spread your legs wider and pull me in when you wrapped them around my back. My cock is balls deep inside you, with every thrust, you moan a little bit louder, your fingers begin to rub your clit as you’re about to orgasm with pleasure, then I stop. You say why, why did you stop! Cos I want you to ride me baby, we swap position, you turn away from me and lower yourself on me, my cock finds its way in without hassle, your tight, very wet and warm. You lean forward and put you hands on your knees and begging to ride my reverse cowgirl. You shuffle yourself back and forwards and then bounce up and down, the bounce of the ball gives us more thrust and deeper penetration, again, you start to reach that peak before I tell you to stop. You help me up from the ball before I swing you around and bend you over. That gorgeous little tight arse of yours pointing upwards into the sky begging for my cock. Guiding it with my right hand I can feel the intense warmth of your pussy as it re-enters for the first time during doggy. Slap, on one cheek, slap on the other, you jolt forward with every naughty little slap, you push backward with force, smashing my cock into your arse. As you lean forward, Your tight little arse raises in the air, I lick my finger and rub it back and forth over your naughty hole. You tell me to stick your finger in, I can feel my cock rubbing against my finger as I pump you harder and harder. I can feel you start to tighten, you’re reaching climax, I reach around and begin to rub your swollen clit. Fuck me harder, harder, I grab your hips and pump harder and harder and harder. BANG both blow our loads in tandem, your groaning slows as mine increases with every pump, offloading my fluid inside you, your sweet deliciousness covers my entire cock, I pull out and the creampie flows. You spin around and grab my Dinosnore, massaging it with your mouth and you lick what left of me. We collapse in a head and lay there snuggling away the afternoon together, exhausted!

29 July 2023

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She’s checking her own arse out in the mirror at the gym. She catches me checking it out too and I notice a little smile in the corner of her mouth. I’d say she’s been training long enough to be looking for improvements but her arse doesn’t need any. It’s quite big and round but at the sand quite firm. After the gym I’m just walking to my car and she is putting her gym bag in her car which just happens to be right next to mine. “You caught me looking didn’t you!” She grins and says “yes but I actually needed a lift today and I could see the approval in your gaze.” “I definitely approve it looks amazing.” “Well if you like it so much maybe you’d like a closer look sometime.” I tell her I live nearby and it turns out she does to. We agree to both go home to our respective homes and shower and then she will come to my place. A good hour or so later just as I think I’ve been stood up there’s a knock at my front door. There she is in a little short pleated skirt and a t-shirt with no bra underneath. It is immediately apparent that she is super horny. I could have hung my coat on her nipples. She sees that my bedroom is adjacent to the front door and walks straight in and gets on all fours near the edge of the bed. “You wanted it, we’ll here it is. Eat it and make sure you give my pussy a good tasting too.” I get to work hungrily running my tongue from her clit to her arsehole, along her lips and inside her soaking wet pussy. I run my tongue around her little puckered hole, poke the top inside and then insert a finger as my tongue gos back to her pussy. This continues for a while until suddenly she utters “fuck my arse.” I roll on a condom and lube up. She groans as I slide it in all the way and start slamming away. I can’t hold on for long and empty inside her. She smiles, gets up, smiles again and goes to leave. I ask for her name and number and she tells me if I see her at the gym again she may tell me but she may not. Cheeky girl. She smiles again and leaves. I wonder if she will be there next time…

26 July 2023

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I was attending a friends birthday party on the central coast in 2019. I was alone, as Steve had to stay home and work, where as I was working as well as attending, so I was staying in a hotel in Western Sydney. Things were expected to be completely vanilla at this event, as it was not a crowd in the lifestyle, by any stretch of the imagination. However one couple caught my eye, and I was sure I recognised a tattoo on her left forearm. It took me a while to work out where I had seen it, but then the penny dropped! I had seen it on an AMM profile of a couple! A quick trip to the bathroom and a quick search and I was 99% sure it was them. I had already chatted at the BBQ to the couple (Tim and Lisa) and we had gotten along pretty well. I quickly called Steve and asked him his opinion about breaking cover. It’s a contentious issue, approaching someone who you recognise off here. It’s something that can go awry if not handled delicately! Steve recommended that I approach them if I was interested in playing. I was, so decided to broach it. I decided to ask Tim first. Their profile was seeking single girls only, not males, couples or groups. I asked him if he could identify a plant in the yard. He wandered down with me away from everyone else. “So where’s this plant, Kryztal?” He asked. “There’s not really a plant, but let me ask you, what do the initials AMM mean to you and Lisa?” I asked with a wink and a smile. He stammered for a bit before he suddenly blurted “Holy shit! You’re KryztalAndSteve !” “Guilty!” I replied with a smile. “Would you guys like to tuck me into my hotel room tonight?” He went off to have a hushed conversation with Lisa, I could see initial confusion, then them looking at his phone and then up at me repeatedly, before she came over and said that she loved my profile and that they would really love to play with me, but not that night, she wanted to freshen up and be prepared. I agreed that was a great idea, and suggested that we could meet up for drinks the following evening at my motel bar. Fast forward to the next night at 6pm, I had had a soak in the tub, put on some play clothes underneath my dress, applied makeup and was waiting at the bar. I almost didn’t recognise my Dates as the turned up dressed up incredibly well, Tim in a black suit with white tshirt and Lisa in a blue satin off the shoulder number that looked Devine with her blonde hair. We made small talk in our booth, Tim drinking water and us enjoying some chocolate cocktails. Lisa was getting bolder and more flirtatious as the drinks took effect. She giggled and playfully engaged with me as Tim seemed excited but nervous. I asked them how many times they had played with people off AMM. They explained that I was their second date after an awkward swap with a couple. They were very new to the lifestyle and were just finding their feet and relationship boundaries. I asked Lisa if she had done much with other women. She replied that she had kissed other girls, but not anything further, although Tim and her both wanted to. “So you haven’t been fingered by a girl yet?” “No” she replied. “We could finger each other now, if you’d like, Tim won’t mind!” I suggested, running my hand up her thigh. We were in a booth, the bar was dimly lit and fairly empty. Our waitress had left again and was behind the bar, on her phone. Before Lisa could object to much, I was tracing the outline of her labia through her panties, having pushed her dress up her thigh into her lap. Tim was sitting opposite and I looked into his eyes and smiled as Lisa melted into my shoulder and gave a soft whimper of delight. I carefully slipped my fingers into the elastic side of her panties and felt her hot wetness. She was super creamy and excited. I gently rubbed her clit and pushed a finger down inside of her moist little pussy. After a couple of minutes I pulled my hand up to my mouth and licked my finger clean, telling Tim how sweet his wife tasted. I suggested that we go upstairs to my room for a while. We all trooped over to the elevator and went up to my suite. As we entered I said to Lisa that Tim might be feeling left out, could I play with him a little bit while she watched? She eagerly agreed and she sat in a chair by the sofa as I took Tim’s hand and led him to the sofa. I pushed him back onto the couch and pulled my dress up over my head and threw it aside. I was wearing a black satin underbust corset, fishnet stockings with hot pink accents and a pair of crotchless panties with pink ruffles. I straddled Tim’s legs and began to grind into him as I kissed him deeply, licking his tongue as I withdrew. I glanced over at Lisa, she was watching almost mesmerised and her right hand was absently playing with her snatch. I put one leg up on the seat back behind Tim and pulled his head down into my pussy, enjoying the sensation of his breath, before feeling his lips and tongue delve into me. I sensed Lisa moving behind us and felt her cupping my breasts and I lent back and kissed her, while her husband lapped at my box. I stood up straight, told Tim to get undressed, while I knelt down in front of Lisa and returned the sexual favour that Tim had been performing on me to her little blonde pussy. She tasted delicious, and I relished licking her musky folds and finger fucking her as I did so. Her soft coos of enjoyment were making me even more aroused and grasped her hips, told her to turn around huskily and pushed her over, exposing her tight pink arsehole. My tongue darted forward eagerly and I licked her butt hole as Tim approached, naked and hard as stone. “Do you like watching me lick her fuck holes, Tim?” I asked, before resuming my ministrations upon her. “Fuck yeah!” He stated, prompting a delightful giggle from Lisa. I reached out and began stroking his cock before spreading her pussy lips and telling him to show me how he fucked her. His cock sunk smoothly into her depths and I had a great view as her sex stretched out to accommodate him. His cock was quickly coated in a layer of white pussy lubricant. I moved my face closer and opened my mouth wide. He got my none to subtle hint and he pulled out of Lisa’s sweet hole and began face fucking me. Her pussy cream was tart, yet sweet and I greedily enjoyed sucking his shaft clean. She knelt down next to me and we began giving him the double blowjob of a lifetime. Tim abruptly stepped back, took a few calming breaths (obviously he was having a very good time, and was concerned about ending festivities early!). He grabbed a condom off the coffee table that I had placed there earlier and began rolling it onto his throbbing dick. He sat down on the couch and growled “I need to fuck that pussy, Kryztal!” I kissed Lisa and then daintily stepped over turned around and sunk down onto him facing backwards. Lisa scuttled over and seemed fascinated with watching him slide in and out as I reverse cowgirled her husband. Almost unconsciously her face eased forward and her tongue began licking at both Tim’s cock and balls and my wet pussy. “Pass me that lube” I ordered her and I squirted a dash onto my hand. I reached back and lubed up my arsehole, before raising myself up, wiping the excess over the head of Tim’s penis then easing him into my backdoor. “Fuuuuckk!” they both exclaimed almost at the same time. Lisa stood up and pressed her breasts against mine, kissing me deeply and putting three fingers into my recently vacated cunt and sloppily frigging me. Tim was grunting in my ear, obviously trying to simultaneously enjoy to the moment and think about anything else, in order to stop himself from arriving at cum station! “I’ve gotta cum!” He gasped and I hopped up off him and knelt down with Lisa before him. He clawed at the latex surrounding his cock and having pulled free of it began jerking off above our faces. “Give us your hot cum, Tim!” I gasped as he began to spurt his hot sticky load over us. Lisa began licking it off my cheek as I leaned in and took him into my mouth and sucked up every last ounce. I released him with a soft pop, then put my hand in Lisa’s hair and began kissing her deeply and thoroughly. She tasted so clean and sweet with his salty juices flowing between our mouths. We began licking each other’s necks, breasts and faces like greedy cats, both devouring any drop of white spunk we came across on our explorations. Tim needed some time to recover, allowing Lisa and myself to take care of each other’s needs while we waited for him to recuperate. But that’s another story, for another day. Kryztal.

23 July 2023

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Back in the dim dark days of the mid 2000’s I was invited to a Hen’s Party for a friend who was getting married. The usual girls night in and out, dinner, drinking and laughing. The maid of honour had booked a male stripper for the evening’s conclusion. Milano turned up and put on a fantastic performance, his tanned skin and long blonde hair absolutely wowing the entire audience. His dance moves, toned body and G string got the crowd of mostly 20 something girls very flustered and excited. By now the night was winding down, it was well after midnight. Milano got dressed in the bathroom and had a couple of drinks with the girls. Taxis were arriving to take people home, and there was only a few of us left. During Milano’s performance we had been particularly flirty with each other. I had received some dirty looks and snide comments from some of the girls. Steve and I had been married for a while at the time, and had been in the lifestyle since before we were. So I didn’t really worry about what these people said or thought. If I wanted to lick whipped cream off him, or put my hands on his cock, I could and certainly would! Milano and I had been chatting as we went down the stairs to the street below, and he asked how I was getting home. I replied that I had intended to grab a cab, as Steve was away for the weekend. Milano had already gotten to his little hatchback ford. He offered to give me a lift back to my suburb, as it wasn’t too far out of his way. One of the bridesmaids raised an objection, stating that it wasn’t safe to get in the car with a complete stranger. I informed her that if I went missing, they all had photographs of Milano taken that night, in fact, some had purchased calendars of him as well. I happily accepted and waved happily to their jealous gazes as we pulled away. During the drive our chat turned racy fairly quickly. I asked how often he pulled a girl at one of his shows. Not very often he replied. Plenty of older ladies propositioning, but in terms of women who he would like to play with, he could count them on one hand, and he had been in the industry for about 8 years. I asked him if he thought there was anyone worth trying to pull there this evening? “I thought I already had!” He laughed as he stopped at a red light. I smiled at him and leaned over his centre console and kissed him hungrily. I unfastened my seatbelt and pulled myself into his lap. There was nothing in the way of traffic, fortunately, as we got quite into making out as we idled there. Eventually he pushed me off him and adjusted the crouch of his jeans. “Turn left just up here and it’s the first unit block on the right..” I whispered huskily to him. He followed me closely up the stairs to Steve and my unit. He came in and asked me if I was sure I was comfortable… I took my shirt off and then stepped out of my tight black pants. I was wearing a cheeky little matching mesh bra and panties set in light purple. For a stripper, he seemed quite clumsy as he kicked off his boots and jeans. I wasted no time in dropping to my knees as I pushed him back onto the couch. His cock and balls were completely hair free (as was the majority of his body) and was standing up to attention. I smiled up at him as I slowly licked his shaft and tip. He wasn’t massively endowed, but was certainly a mouthful and a half and I enjoyed the musky baby oil smell of his body. His hand slipped down my stomach and slipped into my panties. His eyes widened in surprise as he found my piercing, before burying two fingers into my very moist slit. I reached for the little wooden box we kept under the couch (for just such opportunities) and fished out a condom, handing it over to Milano. I took my bra off and slid my panties to the side and straddled his lap as he pulled on the condom. Looking deeply into his eyes, I lowered myself onto his shaft. Rocking back and forth I whispered sweet dirty nothings into his neck and ear, before he grabbed my hair and pulled me into a passionate kiss. We stayed in that position for a few minutes, before he stood up, holding my legs and fucked my standing for a little while. He whispered that he would love to do me from behind. I eagerly hopped onto the couch presenting him with my butt, and I pulled the panties off, they were thoroughly soaked in creamy pussy juice. He licked my two holes greedily, complementing my taste as he did. He stood up and guided his cock inside me and held my hips as he pistoned in and out. I was enjoying myself immensely, but it was getting late. “Do you want to cum on my face?” I asked coyly. “Oh, fucking absolutely!” He replied. I knelt in front of him, pulling the condom off and sucking his cock as he stood over me. I looked up into his eyes and begged him to make a mess of me. He obliged quickly and showered me with a reasonable load of watery hot cum. With that, I helped him find his clothes, exchanged numbers and agreed to do it again soon. He became a semi regular play friend after that, but we lost touch when we left Sydney to live further north. Thanks for reading, Kryztal.

19 July 2023

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“Five, six, seven” she counted as she moved her token around the board. “Mayfair, with 3 hotels and sixteen houses. How is that possible!” “Mayfair! That’s mine. Rent is only $1,500” he grinned. “I don’t have that kind of money. I didn’t even pass Go!” She said. With a cheeky gleam in her eye she said “how can I repay you?”Slowly she unbuttoned her silk blouse to reveal her black lace bra. “Can I offer you payment in kind?” He liked the black lace bra, especially the soft flesh that it held.  But the monopoly game had only just started, and there was money to be made, properties to purchase, trading to enjoy.  Not to mention a game to be won!  He liked competing and chose not to let himself be distracted so early in the game, but he smiled as he enjoyed the view of her cleavage framed in black lace.  “I’ll accept an IOU for the money and a promise for the lace.” He said. “Okay, but remember that you had your chance. I might get lucky with the dice,” she laughed. “And you might never see any more lace.” He smiled to himself thinking, “I might get lucky before the night is over.” He picked up the dice and proceeded to roll two ‘threes’.  He moved the required six spaces and landed on the square marked ‘Chance?’  Now this was her ‘special Monopoly board’ and everything was a little different. The ‘Chance Cards’  were actually ‘Reveal Cards’ and asked players to reveal a deep secret about themselves or to remove some clothing. It was a Chance to learn something new, something unseen about your opponent. He took a moment to study the woman across the table. His blonde opponent was about 25. She wasn’t tall, maybe 5’2”. Slender build but with curves in all the right places. He tried to look into her blue eyes but his focus kept slipping down to her cleavage. She had undone every button and partially opened her silk blouse. He grimaced and reluctantly picked up the top card of the pile. He read aloud,  “Name your favourite place for sex or take off one piece of clothing”.He thought for a moment before answering. Bed was the obvious answer, but if he wanted to get into her bed he had to be more imaginative. He could feel a familiar movement in his jeans. Was he up to playing this game? Strip poker was one thing. He knew the odds and the cards were always kind to him. But he’d never played Strip Monopoly before. What was the kinky link between real estate and striptease?  He had to think carefully. He was just about to say his answer when she stopped him. “Don’t forget the Penalty.” That’s right, she had created a Penalty Clause.  If you lied your opponent could demand a penalty. The exact rules were vague. He had the feeling that she made them up as she went along. “Hurry up and answer, the Penalty Clock is ticking,” she said slyly. Laughing he said, “my favourite place for sex is your hot, wet pussy.” “Wrong!” She squealed, “My pussy is MY favourite place, not yours, so you lose. Take something off and get ready to pay the penalty.” Laughing he stripped off his jeans. He sat down in his tight black underwear. His erection was rising. “Roll the dice” he said. “I’ve lost my shirt and jeans, I don’t want to catch a cold.” Giggling she leaned across the board to pick up the dice. Her unbuttoned silk blouse gaped open, her perky breasts straining her black lace bra. “I’ll save my penalty for later in the game,” she said as the dice bounced on the table top. The first dice fell to reveal five spots. Slowly spinning to a standstill, the second came up three. She counted each space as she moved her token. “Park Lane! My favourite! And I own it, so there is no rent to pay!” He picked up the dice. He was so close to passing Go but she owned almost everything on the other side. He needed double six to be safe. If he missed, and landed on one of her properties it would not only be expensive, it would cost him his underwear. He glanced at her, his eyes drawn to the soft flesh encased in lace. He couldn’t help but stare and he thought he saw her nipples perkily sitting on the edge of the lace. “If you want to see more,” she laughed, “you need to play a better game.” “How about we make it interesting,” he suggested. “If I get double six, I get your bra and knickers. If not, you get my underwear.” “And?” She teased. “What else do I get?” “I’ll let you take photos to show that you beat the pants off me.” The dice clattered across the board. The first one he threw bounced once, twice before landing on six. He could feel the pressure building in his loins. His cock was struggling to escape from his underwear. His fate rested on the second dice. He sent it spinning. She licked her lips as she watched his movements. She had lusted after him since they met on the first day of university. Sitting behind him in a crowded lecture theatre, she remembered how his arse looked so yummy in his tight jeans and now she was a spinning dice away from getting her hands on it. She couldn’t see how she could lose. Anticipation was making her wet. The dice was spinning. He wanted her. He was tired of not knowing what was under the lace. His tongue wanted to lick her nipples. His lips were wet at the thought of kissing her cunt. His cock ached. The dice wobbled once, then went on spinning. Her fingers were playing with herself under the table. She was wet. Her nipples were firm. She moved her leg as her fingers slid inside her knickers. Her knee bumped the table. Everything moved! Tokens, houses, hotels all shook. The board shifted. The dice bounced! And fell onto the floor! “Oh no!” He stood up, his very visible erection popped out of the top of his underwear. “Oh yes!” She fell to her knees in front of him. Her hands grabbed his hips, pulling him towards her. Her mouth kissed his knob. Her lips tasted his pre cum. Her hands hooked into his underwear and lowered them to his ankles. He was everything she had imagined. She caressed his firm arse with both hands. Her eyes were glued to his penis. Her mouth closed on his knob, her tongue exploring the tip. His shaft was average length, but nice and thick. She sucked hard on his knob, wishing he would cum in her mouth. She didn’t notice him unclasping her bra. Reluctantly, she broke off kissing his cock as he lifted her off her knees. Her bra fell to the floor as he hugged her. They kissed. He easily picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. They fell onto the bed. He positioned her underneath him. His lips moved downward across her neck to her shoulders. His hands cupped each breast. Fingers curled around her nipples, tweaking them fiercely. She moaned as he started kissing her navel. Her hips squirmed. She wanted to tear off her knickers but he beat her to it. Hands and legs frantically moved as his lips moved ever closer to her thighs. He brushed across her neatly trimmed pubes. His nose filled with her womanly aroma. She opened her legs wide as his hot breath washed over her lips. She shivered as his tongue snaked down to tease her. Her hips arched up to meet him. His mouth closed around her wet cunt and she moaned loudly. She climaxed with a rush.  She grabbed his head, flipping him onto his back as she sat up on his chest. Slowly, she moved her way down his body. Her hands guided his cock until its hot knob touched her clit. With a deep sigh, she eased herself onto him, feeling his penis slowly slide into her.  His hand on her hip pulled her down. The other hand squeezing her nipple. She sat upright, every inch filling her cunt. She paused to savour the moment, then slowly began to ride him up and down. Her second orgasm coincided with his first. His hot spunk exploded deep inside her. Exhausted, they slept. The next morning, they found the board game undisturbed on the table. And the dice was still spinning…

19 July 2023

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Met this woman at a bar one night in the cbd, we went back to her place barely being able to both stand as we were so drunk we start to kiss, i grab her by her hips amd begin by kissing the lips of a woman, then make my way down as i lick/suck on her pussy at the same time my toungue will be deep inside her licking and tasting the walls of her vagina with my toungue. Then she turns me over putting me on my back as she grinds herself all over my face and mouth all whilst ahe is rubbing her clit until she explodes into my mouth, i swallow everything and never waste a drop. I then go up and kiss her lips all while o finger/fist her to loosten her up, as i then turn her around and slide myself deep inside her, i use one of my hands to hold both her arms and pull them back and the other i pull her hair, i begin to pound her deep and hard... our screams get louder and breathing gets heavier until i tell her "im going to cum" which she begs for me to cum inside her, which i do.. we then stop but only for a minute before i go down on her to clean the mess as she continues to hold my head grinding mmmmmm yum

19 July 2023

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My sister made a start on the packing but it was too much for her. She'd managed to sell our mums house & now we had to get it ready to hand over. I go up alone and get into clearing out the years of crap my parents had collected. I'd been going a few hours when there was a knock at the door, I was dusty & sweaty from the work and not in the mood for people, so just kept working. They knocked again. I guess they weren't going away. I open the door to a slightly older women. "Sorry to bother you, I'm the real estate agent, I was hoping to quickly take some photos for the buyer. I saw someone here & thought I'd come knock. Is that ok?" I invite her in and we make the normal small talk around introductions, then I leave her to it and get back to sorting through the cupboards. Shortly after she came and told me she forgot some things from the office for my sister, would I be here in an hour. I say yes and she takes off. When she comes back, she knocks and opens the door before calling out. She comes in but she had changed. I make a comment and she smiles, impressed I noticed. It was hard not too, she had a loose flowing summer dress on now, much less formal showing off her figure much more. I complement her and she blushes slightly, "Its nice to be noticed by a younger man". "Whats not to notice, and as for younger, I doubt it. Oh I forgot to thank you before, for a great job on selling the house, Thanks". "We'll it was a great price, I sometimes feel like most clients don't appreciate my work." As she says this she runs her hand down my arm. As her hand gets towards mine, I grasp it, I'm feeling bold & my wife hasn't been intimate with me for years. "I appreciate it, more than you could imagine, I'd love to show you how much. . . " my words trail off as I look down, slightly embarressed I just tried that, but she doesn't let go of my hand, but slightly pulls me as she walks towards the kitchen. As we enter the kitchen she lets go and sits up on the bench, I walk up between her legs as grab her thights, "Show me!" She gets out before kissing me passionately, we continue to kiss and feel each other up like school kids. I work her G string off and kiss inside her thighs. The smell of her moist pussy almost has me cum as I sink my face in. She moans as I start on her clit. She grabs my head and holds it against her as she starts moaning louder and soon climaxes. She stands up drops her dress, she is stunning, perky tits for a lady her age, and she obviously works out. We both rip my cloths off and start kissing and groping each other again. I pick her up and we continue kissing as I slide right in, push her into the fridge, we slowly fuck until she pushes herself off me and turns around, poking her arse out. I take her from behind and reach around, one hand working her nipples, the other her clit again. As we both start to reach the peak, she quickly turns and drops to her knees, sucking me until I explode. She continues to suck, draining every drop, then comes up and kisses me, still with my cum in her mouth. We kiss passionately again. We head up stairs to the bathroom & jump in the shower together where we again find the energy to start over, this time more slowly, I deliberately exploring her body more, touching, kissing, testing every inch of her, making her beg me to fuck her again. This goes on for the next few hours until it's dark. We eventually dress and part ways, but I offer to clean the house each day until it's finished, each time the agent stops by. At this rate, I dont think I'll get it packed.

18 July 2023

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I’m kneeling in front of you running my hands from your outer thigh, down your leg towards your knees, grabbing your knees pulling them apart thrusting myself between them so that our hips are touching I obviously I grind a little so that you know I’m there :) all while running my hands up your stomach up your chest, up to your throat manoeuvring you face to face me, lips to lips, breath to breath, I’d lean in kissing you gently as I do my hands would go up in to your hair grabbing it tight while biting your lip & kissing you more intensely I’d kiss down your neck while moving onto your lap Pulling my dress up & pulling my underwear to the side, I kneel enough to unzip your pants with my other hand & slide you free I feel the warmth of you against me which makes your cock so hard you almost slip it freely, but I push hard towards you, while nipping your neck & shoulder with my teeth & digging into with my nails, as I lower myself onto your cock groaning from my mouth to yours as we both enjoy you entering one of the 3 holes that would be utilised

7 July 2023

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Do you like leather? Do you like control? I think you would look amazingly sexy in a scary way wearing leather, I'm picturing you in a black body suit that hugs your seductive curves with a hole at the top of your thighs to leave your sweet pussy exposed, your hair pulled back in a tight braid, a solid riding crop in one hand and the look on your face that leaves no question that you are in charge here. You stalk into a dimly lit room the candle light flickering off your leather and casting shadows that play and dance across my naked skin. I'm tied where you left me after our last encounter. Stark naked, muscles straining against the bonds that hold me side ways across the bed I see you and instantly my cock hardens with anticipation unsure of what you are about to do but more than sure that you will use me for your personal pleasure as you see fit. *SLAP* your crop whips against my nipples and I gasp with painstacy as a bright red welt begins to develop across my chest *SLAP* you land another one right on top of the first demanding my silence. "Close your eyes now" you say as you spit in my face while gripping my balls "and don't make a sound, I'm going to bring you to the edge again and again but you will not cum until I say you can." With that you let go of my nuts, give them a slap then strut around the bed so that you are looming over my face bending over my head so that your magnificent tits are pressed against my face smothering me you bite me on the nipple and I try to object but once again you order me to silence then slap my face. You turn around and back up straddling my face with your slick wet pussy just an inch from my mouth then sit on my chest dropping your crop and gripping my ears like handles you slide forward yanking my head up and burying my mouth and nose into your pussy and begin gyrating your hips against my face demanding that I eat. Your grinding continues as you mash my face into your box with a moan of pleasure and your sweet juices begin to spread all over my mouth running down my throat. When you pause and force my face against your hot slick fuck hole I greedily lap at you sliding my tongue in and out then sucking on your clit. Now you look down and notice that my eyes are open instantly pulling back and *SLAP SLAP* one hand to each side of my face "I said eyes closed" you purr into my ear then spit in my eyes. Bending over to pick up your crop you once again smother me, pulling the crop around the back of my head to prevent any escape I don't yet realise your intentions as you thrust your hot pussy hard against my face and I once again start probing with my tongue savouring your flavour while you grind your way closer to climax, it's now that I start running low on air and I try to pull my head away but you have me held fast there is no escape I can't squirm away from your insistent face sitting the nectar of your sexy flower has spread everywhere, it's down my throat, up my nose, mixing with your spit in my eyes I feel like I'm going to drown and try trashing around but you just ride my face harder and harder moaning and groaning louder and louder until your reach a shuddering climax lifting yourself up just enough for me to gasp some air while you vigorously rub your clit with your riding crop until you shower my face with your amazing cum which I gulp at greedily. Now that you have orgasmed you discard your whip and stand above me the inside of your thighs glistening your pussy dripping from your own juices. You look at my cock which has been rock hard this entire time and ask if that is for you, I reply "It's all yours." You saunter around the bed eyeing me off and *SLAP* my balls, cooing "I didn't say you could speak." Now straddling my hips you mount my cock and begin slowly lowering your beautiful wet cunt down my throbbing hot shaft, I try to thrust my hips upward but you anticipate this and lift away from me *SLAP* again on face "Not until I say!" you spit the words like weapon lashing against its enemies then your let a trail of spit drip into my mouth from yours which I eagerly gulp down. Now as you start bouncing on my rock hard cock and it plunges in and out of your hot wet pussy we both start to approach the ecstacy that is a shared and simultaneous orgasm you ride harder and harder I'm nearly ready cum and so are you. You jump up off my dick and standing over me and finger your sopping wet pussy until you cum again in a glorious spurt of juices I beg you to fuck me until I cum but you just laugh at me *SLAP* me on my balls and say "You will cum when I say you can" and with that you strut out of the room leaving me tied to the bed with a raging hard on for you to use whenever you next want it.

6 July 2023

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As a male official in a female sporting environment, I sometimes finds myself in a world of flirty messages and sexual innuendos. There was this one occasion where I had be chatting to a girl from the team, it began as normal, casual conversation but there was an attraction from the start, although I was reluctant to push the boundaries of my professional position and relationship to the player, there was a side of me that was struggling to clear the thoughts from my head. As the messages grew riskier, and a clear mutual attraction was being built it became obvious that both parties wanted more. Pictures were exchanged and more flirty messages turned into sexual desires and fantasies. I had already been in a relationship with a female from within this establishment and this was common knowledge, this only made my new encounter all the more secretive and “against the rules” so to speak, as the two females were relatively close. One weekend a team bonding evening was planned, as the drinks flowed the thoughts going through my mind of what I wanted to do before the nights end were taking over. The night began to come to an end (for some at least) and they returned to the hotel rooms one by one, leaving just a few members remaining. Of course myself being one and my naughty secret being another. We found ourselves in the back of a taxi to a bar with one of female men ever of the team. As she made small talk with the driver I could feel the atmosphere between the two of us in the back seat, it was like we both knew what’s was going to happen. I could barely take anymore. It was dark in the back there was music playing and the chatter of the 2 in the front seemed like enough of a distraction. She was wearing a ball gown type dress with thin straps over her shoulders that ran down to her chest and tied at the back. She lent forward to join the conversation in the front and as she did I could see her firm fake breasts through the sides of her dress, she knew this. It was like she did it on purpose. She glanced back at me and then down at herself. I knew what she wanted, so I slowly ran my hand down from her shoulder, down her side and into the side of her green silk like dress and over her large fake breasts. They felt amazing. I could see it turning her on and she began to rub her hand over my thigh and towards my cock, all the while, the 2 in front continued their conversation. She was now gently rubbing her hand over my semi hard cock through my suit trousers as I continued to play with her tits. It was at this point we reached our next bar. We got out of the taxi and I thought that was going to be it, we had hotels booked but all the females were sharing rooms so it seemed implausible that we’d get anymore time alone. We continued to drink cocktails and laugh into the night, and there were still several others of our group out with us. The night finally began to reach an end and it seemed our secret fondling in the back of the cab was as far as it’d go. Then I received a message. It read “my car is parked on the 4th floor of the underground, I need some help getting some things when we get back” I looked up at her and she was smiling at me. I nodded and that was all. When we got back to the apartments where we staying the 3 of us from the previous taxi journey got out together again (these two females were sharing a room) as we were heading back to the room I want sure if she was serious about the car park situation but I thought I’m going to take a chance, so I said I just need to get something from my car I’ll meet you girls up there soon. I headed down to 4th underground floor where I waited for a couple of minutes by the car and just as I was getting ready to give up and go back to the room I saw the lift open. She walked over to me, without saying a word she pushed me behind her car kissed me a couple of times and then dropped straight to her knees. She slowly unzipped my suit pants and pulled out my already hard cock. She looked me in the eye and then gently slid her lips over the tip over my dick and down my shaft and began to suck. Her mouth felt so wet and soft I wanted to fill it, and the thought of someone catching us only heightened the feelings. She stopped for a second and popped the boot on this medium size SUV and then slowly lay back and spread her legs in front of me. Neither of us said a word, but I took hold of my now dripping wet cock and began to softly rub it over her clit and pussy, she threw her head back and her eyes rolled and she softly moaned. I slowly started to push the tip of my cock into her gaping, wet pussy, just a little bit at a time, teasing her almost, although it became to much for both of us and very soon after I just had to start fucking her deeper. By this point her pussy was gushing with every thrust and I’ve never seen a girl be that wet before, my cock was throbbing and all the ideas of where I wanted to finish were running through my head. Before I had chance to decide, she said “I want to feel you fill my mouth”. So we swapped positions, I was sat on the back of the boot and she was again kneeling down and sucking on my cock, one hand cradling my balls and the other rubbing her pussy which I could see was squirting onto the floor below. It was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. As she sucked deeper each time I could feel I was getting close to blowing I’m sure she could feel my balls pulsating in her hands and my cock thickening in her mouth, finally I blew. I looked down to see it pouring out the sides of her mouth as she carried on sucking. She slowly let go of my cock and then swallowed what was left of my load before using her middle finger to clean up the rest on her face. We made our way back up to the apartment where there were 3 other girls already sleeping. 2 in one room and one in another. I said I’d stay on the floor of their room fully clothed so no one would suspect anything. We both fell asleep and I thought that was the end of it. I woke up in the early hours of the morning with visions of our sex filled night still fresh in my mind, as I came to my sense I realised I had woken with a throbbing hard on. The bad side of me took over again, and even though she was now in bed with another player I couldn’t help but wonder how I could fuck her or even both of them. I slowly got up onto the bed and as she lay In her simply pyjamas I could see her nipples through the sides of her shirt. I began to run my fingers over them she moved slightly, (she knew what was happening) and began to rub her hands over my cock again, all whilst there was a second girl lay right next to her. I began to run my hand down her body and over her pussy that I could feel was already dripping, she struggled not to make a sound and in fear of doing so she removed my hand from her legs but continued to stroke my cock that she had now taken out of my pants. I could feel the build up again, my cock throbbing, the girl next to her had rolled over a couple of times already and I was sure she knew what was going on right beside her. She grabbed my hand and swapped it for hers on my cock, she moved closer to me and pulled out her underwear for me to blow over her pussy. Her tits were in my face, I could hear her playing in her pussy and the 2nd girl was only inches away, my cock began to throb my balls pulsating, I just couldn’t hold any longer. I blew a thick, big load all over her pussy and across the bed and then she causally pulled up her underwear and rolled back over. I returned to my unsuspecting spot on the floor and went back to sleep. The next morning we all left the apartment without any questions or suspicions, and to this day no one knows the going’s on of that seductive, sexy night. Now I eagerly wait the next naughty night out to see if that can be topped. Yours sincerely, Justsomeguy.

27 June 2023

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During a recent holiday to Adelaide, I caught up with my good friend, Ryan. On Saturday. He picked me up from my hotel room, and we drove to the seaside resort of Glenelg on the west coast nestled on the calm waters of the Gulf of St Vincent, a short distance from the city. Ryan was an avid fisherman, and while he cast a line into the sea at the end of the pier, I hired a skiff for the first time and taught myself how to row. I quickly mastered balancing the craft while standing, but when it came to landing on the beach, I constantly capsized on the little surf that lapped the shore. As the sun set across the gulf, bathing the environment in an orange hue, I decided it was time for one last attempt before returning the craft to the hirer. The beach was thinning out, and as I rounded the pier for my final attempt to land the skiff, I saw Ryan packing up his fishing gear. Lining up the craft with the shore and building up some momentum, the bow lifted slightly on the wave; I bent my knees, adjusted the weight distribution, and held my nerve. The beach approached quickly, I trimmed the skiff to control the wobbles, and within seconds, the boat coasted up the sand with a satisfying crunch. “Yes!” I exclaimed in victory, planting the oar firmly in the sand and stepping off the craft. “Impressive,” Came a female voice from my left. Turing, I watched a well-constructed blonde walking in my direction. She wore dark sunglasses; her hair was tied in a neckerchief; she wore a blue and red swimsuit and denim shorts. This woman had the biggest set of cans I have ever seen. She reminded me of the vintage pornstar Sally Layd in so many details. “Thanks,” I acknowledge, reaching for my towel, “That’s my first time landing it on the beach.” “Yeah, I saw you falling off a couple of times.” “It took all afternoon to master,” I said, towelling down. “Wow,” Came another compliment, “You look like a natural.” “It’s something that I’ve always wanted to do,” I responded, “But the beach landing was harder than I thought.” “You nailed it at the end,” She observed. “After so many failures, I finally figured out the trick to a perfect landing.” “Yeah?” She smiled, “Show me.” “I would,” I replied, glancing at the tranquil water, “But I have a return the skiff before the hirer closes,” The blonde shot me a quizzical look, not sure whether to believe me. “No, really,” I insisted, “They close at 6 O’Clock.” I pointed to the hirer’s cart parked above the beach with a steady stream of customers returning their watercraft. “Fair enough,” She acknowledged, “You better get your deposit.” After grabbing my belongings, I returned the skiff and the woman with the big cans automatically tagged along. We sat on the bench staring at the ocean. “I’m Jason, by the way.” “Milika, nice to meet you.” “That’s a pretty name.” “Thanks, it’s Bosnian.” Milika had an Australian accent and was born here. Her father was Bosnian but referred to himself as Yugoslavian, a throwback to the former Republic. “Have you been?” She asked, referring to a visit to Bosnia. “Never had the pleasure,” I replied, “But it’s on the bucket list.” “It’s a nice part of the world,” Milika said reflectively, “I was there last year.” “Last year, I went to Norfolk Island,” I said, “A tiny island in the middle of the Pacific.” “That’s part of Australia, yeah?” “Yep. It’s a nice place, but I stayed too long,” I laughed, telling Milika that I experienced everything the destination has to offer twice. “Do you live in Adelaide?” She asked. “Sydney.” “Ah, you’re on holiday?” “Yeah, taking a quick break and catching up with friends,” I replied, “Like Ryan over there.” Ryan was making his way towards us, carrying his fishing gear. “Any luck?” I asked. “Not today,” He replied disappointingly, “You figured out where you’re staying?” I had not. This trip to Adelaide was made with little, if any, planning. I booked a hotel in the city for the first night of my stay, but arrangements for Saturday and Sunday had not been made, and the evening was fast approaching. We made the introductions and walked towards Ryan’s car to deposit his equipment, and I grabbed my suitcase, being in mind to stay at Glenelg for the weekend. “Is it beer time?” I asked. “It sure is,” Replied Ryan. “Would you like to join us?” I asked Milika, who appeared to follow us like a lost puppy. “Thank you,” She replied, “I’d like that.” The three of us walked the short distance to the Glenelg Jetty Hotel. I bought the first round of drinks and sat in the beer garden, enjoying the balmy evening air. Over several rounds of drinks, I finally sorted out my accommodation, paying for a room at the Hotel. I am always partial to staying at pubs across the country, and the room I paid for was spacious and newly renovated. “Well, I’d better get back to the family,” Ryan announced after finishing his third bottle of Heinekin, “Good seeing you, buddy!” Ryan and I embraced and shook hands before he disappeared into the crowd. “And then there were two,” I joked with Milika. “I have to go after this,” Milika replied and nodded towards her drink. “Fair enough,” I said, a little disappointed that Milika decided to leave so soon. “What are your plans for tonight?” “Well, there’s a band playing here, so I’ll likely watch it before turning in.” “Sounds good,” Milika said, “It was nice to meet you. Enjoy the evening.” And then there was one. After my drink, I grabbed my case and went to my room. Showering and changing clothes, I returned to the bar with my Kindle and ordered dinner. I noticed the pub was filling up steadily, and there were several attractive women, but none as well-made as Milika. I missed that busty Bosnian. The band was mediocre at best, but it did attract patrons to the dancefloor. After dinner, I decided to relinquish my table to a group party and grabbed a stool at the bar. Despite the ambient noise and patrons jostling for service, I found it easy to become engrossed in the book on my Kindle. At one point, someone tapped me persistently on the shoulder. At first, I thought a drinker wanted to squeeze between me and the bar. I apologies and shifted my stool as much as possible to the left. However, the tapping persisted. I turned to face my tormentor and looked straight into the eyes of a smiling Milika. “Oh, hey,” I stammered, surprised by her reappearance, “What brings you back?” “I thought I would join you for a drink.” “By all means,” I grinned, “Same again or something different?” “I’d like a glass of wine, please.” “Sure,” I ordered, “Shall we find somewhere to sit?” We found a place to sit outside on the sidewalk. It was undoubtedly quieter despite the regular presence of trams rumbling by. After chatting over a couple of drinks, Milika asked about my personal life. “No one at present,” I answered, “What about yourself?” “I have a boy toy to scratch a specific itch, but nobody regular.” “Wow,” I said, “I was expecting you to be firmly off the market.” “Why did you assume that?” Milika asked with a smile. “You’re very attractive, confident and engaging.” “Oh, thank you. That’s very sweet.” “So, what’s that specific itch you have?” I asked cheekily. Milika paused while a huge grin lit up her face. “I may tell you later.” “What made you want to hang out with me?” I asked, changing the subject slightly. “I watched you at the beach earlier,” She said, “It was your persistence that intrigued me, and I’m drawn to confident men.” From that point on, I knew I was getting laid, but there was more courting to do on both sides. Understanding what makes a person tick inside and out, and being flirtatious, helps build anticipation and usually results in a more satisfying outcome. “I knew you were someone I wanted to talk to,” Milika continued. “This pleases me,” I replied, my gaze continually dropping to her ample cleavage and admiring the view. We chatted about benign topics for some time before Milika suggested we do a couple of shots. We fought our way to the bar and ordered tequila. From past courtships, charges of agave usually lead to a happy outcome for both parties. “What are you into, sexually?” Milika asked me. “Everything that doesn’t involve pain, scat or animal,” I joked. “Pretty broad-minded then?” “There’s not much I’m not into,” I rephrased, “The best sex begins with the mind.” “For sure,” Milika said, “Once you’ve unlocked my mind, you can take my body.” And what a body it was! Guys in the bar were furtively glancing at Milika and admiring her assets, including long, shapely legs and a solid butt. She was no stick insect, but, at the same time, Milika was not overweight or fat. “What are your sexual limits?” I asked Milika. “Same as you,” She replied, “I love cock!” “Have you knocked boots with a woman?” “Kinda,” Milika said, “I was in a relationship with a football player a few years ago, and we did a threesome with another woman for his birthday.” “Enjoy it?” “He did,” She answered, “We all did, but it was not quite what you’re thinking.” “Oh?” “There was no sexual activity between her and me,” Milika explained, “We pleasured him.” “Okay,” I chuckled, “I’ve done FMF threesomes, and I’ve always encouraged girl-on-girl action.” “You’re a typical red-blooded male.” Milika playfully slapped my arm, “What else have you done?” The tequila had loosened my inhibitions, and I felt comfortable talking about some of my more extreme sexual encounters. “Had sex with a trans-sexual back in the day.” “Really?” Milika’s eyes widened, “What was that like?” “Yeah, it was good.” “Have you been with men?” She probed. I did not answer directly but confirmed some quirky facial expressions. “You have!” Malika crowed, “Top or bottom.” “Top mainly.” “So, you like giving anal?” She asked. “Of course.” “Which is best, men or women?” “Women, for the win!” I confirmed. “Do you like my butt?” “It’s fantastic!” “What would you do to it?” Milika asked, clearly aroused. “Lick it, kiss it and, if you let me fuck it.” “Mm, you might get lucky tonight,” She teased. At that moment, the band struck up a tune that Milika favoured and yanked me by the hand and onto the dancefloor. She gyrated alluringly, lost in the music while I stood on the periphery and watched. When the tune ended, Milika came up to me and whispered in my ear. “Take me to your room,” She said, “I want to take your cock in my mouth, and we’ll just have to see where it goes from there.” Milika’s offer was impossible to turn down. The thought of unwrapping and exploring her body cut through the alcoholic fog immediately, and the cock grew in anticipation. “Let’s go.” In the stairwell on the way to my hotel room, Milika pushed me against the wall and started furiously kissing me and grabbing my crotch while I pawed her massive tits. A couple descending the stairs interrupted us, and giggling, we made it to my room. Milika removed her top, discarded her shorts, revealed her handpicked lingerie, and climbed onto the bed. “I’ve got a very long tongue,” She said seductively, licking two fingers, “Getting them wet for my pussy.” Yes, it was longer than usual, but not like Kiss’ Gene Simmons’ tongue. Milika’s fingers went down to her snatch and played with the lips. “Crotchless panties,” She teased, “They’re so much fun!” Next, she brought the fingers back to her mouth, extended her tongue, and added more saliva. “I’m going to get my tits out for you since you’ve been staring at them all day.” Milika pulled down the bra straps and revealed a pair of fleshy boobs with little if any sag but 100 per cent natural. “My nipples are so hard, and they make my pussy so wet when I play with them.” This gorgeous Bosnian played with her tits and pulled on her nipples which glistened with saliva. Milika laid back on the bed and resumed playing with her pussy. Using both hands, she parted the lips revealing a moist pink core. As she played with her cunt, Milika implored me to pinch her nipples and play with her boobs which I was more than happy to oblige. “Come and look at my pussy.” Said Milika, who easily inserted a finger into her musky box. The second finger slipped inside, and Milika began finger fucking herself. “Can you hear that?” She asked. Indeed, I could. The fucking motion caused a sloshing noise from within Milika’s pussy that sounded like a sponge being squeezed. She was gushing. “Shall we try three?” She asked me, “My pussy’s a bit harder to pump with three.” The challenge of three of her dainty fingers was a little too tricky because her pussy was so tight. I imagined how tighter her arsehole was going to be. “I really want your cock,” Milika said, after slapping her clit, “Will you give it to me?” Getting naked had never had a more urgent priority, and I scrambled to discard my clothes and free my diamond-strength cock, which I brought to Milika’s waiting mouth. While her mouth was spacious, Milika struggled with length but made a point to press my engorged head against the inside of her cheek. “Do you like that on your balls?” After using her extended tongue to lap against my rapidly tightening sack, she asked. Milika got on her nads and knees while I brought up my foot to the bed. She resumed throating my cock from that new position which allowed her to swallow a few extra millimetres of length. Her technique was good, and she enjoyed giving head. I loved it when she spat on the head and rubbed it in. “Are you going to spit on my pussy like that?” She asked lustily before resuming her oral attention, “Spit on my arsehole, maybe?” I loved the way Milika kept spitting on my cock, making the shaft glisten from the light of the bedside table and keeping direct eye contact with me. Despite her obvious talent, Milika showed no inclination to eat my arsehole. I could have asked, I guess, but this whole experience seemed surreal. “You know how wet it makes me sucking on cock?” She asked, “It makes my pussy swell, my clit throb and my nipples hard, so I need your cock inside me.” I reckoned Milika sucked on my cock and licked my balls for a good ten minutes, maybe fifteen. However, I was more than happy to experience Milika’s cunt. “And maybe you’ll put your cock somewhere else,” She teased. Straddling me, Milika grabbed the shaft of my cock and eased it into her volcanic pussy. Yes, she was tight, wet and hot. As she gently rocked on my crotch, I could hear just how wet she was. Milika pinched her nipples hard, lost in ecstasy, eyes closed, and loan moans of pleasure filled the room. “Fuck me from behind!” Milika scooted off me. I pressed the head of my cock in between the crotchless panties and entered her pussy easily. Being inside Milika felt fantastic, and I could have easily pumped myself to an orgasm. Each time I withdrew my cock, the shaft sparkled from the substantial layer of juice. Milika whimpered and purred as I picked up the pace. I was unsure if she came or was coming, but the volume never rose substantially. With my hands on her hips, my head was back, eyes closed, I felt great fucking Milika’s cunt. “Look at me,” She ordered, “I want it in my arse.” Milika eased the crotchless panties down her shapely thighs and slapped each fleshy globe. “You know what makes me come, harder?” She asked me, “A finger in my arse or a cock in my arse.” Milika leaned on her elbows and told me to lubricate her arsehole. “Grab the lube from my bag,” Milika panted after enjoying a minute or two of my tongue dancing across her puckered hole, “All over my arse.” After retrieving the bottle of lube, I flipped the cap and squeezed a generous amount on her hole and across each cheek. “Yeah, that’s the right amount.” Placing both hands on Milika’s cheeks, I worked the lubrication across the skin and hole. “Stick a finger inside,” Milika orders when I scrapped a fingernail across her O-ring. I pressed the fingertip against the hole and pressed. Milika took a sharp intake of breath, but the grease application enabled a surprising entry. She was massaging her clit and humming like a well-oiled engine when I added a second finger. “Rub your cock across my arsehole,” She pleaded, “Get that lube all over your cock.” Milika reached around and pressed a finger on the head of my cock. She directed the tip inside her arsehole. I pushed, and her rosette yielded, allowing me to feed her arsehole serious length. “Oh,” Milika groaned, “Your cock is in my arsehole. Fucking my tight arsehole.” Indeed, it was tight, but the liberal application of lube made penetration much easier, and I was balls deep in no time. “Do me harder,” Milika pleaded. For several minutes, Milika was uttering gibberish as I ploughed her shitter. I knew that I was close to peaking, but it felt too good to end it so soon. As a means of circuit-breaking the inevitable, I asked Milika to flip over. I grabbed her hips and pulled them to the edge of the bed. She pulled her legs back, exposing her arsehole, and I fed it my sticky length. Milika’s face showed an almost dreamlike appearance as I picked up the pace. She constantly pinched at the nipples of her enormous breasts and kept her gaze locked on mine. I tried desperately to prolonge my orgasm, but Milika’s arsehole, her dirty talk and the sight of her incredible body tipped me over the edge. “Where do you want me to come?” I hissed through gritted teeth. Milika came alive and was very specific. “I want you to come inside my arse,” She said firmly, “And to let it drip into that glass over there.” She was referring to the glass on the counter by the TV. “And then I want you to pour on my face.” Holy shit, man! This chick was hardcore and had very definitive ideas for tonight’s action. “Here it comes,” I groaned as my balls violently spat out ropes of hot come deep inside Milika’s dirty arse. “I felt that,” Milika giggled, “That was strong, Jason.” Her statement was spot-on. I had a tremendous orgasm, and when she flexed her muscle, the secondary jolts of pleasure were powerful. When my climax subsided, I eased my softening cock from her bung and reached for the glass. Pressing against Milika’s sphincter, she pushed. Nothing came out at first, but then ribbons of sperm fell into the waiting glass. I had filled her up with a respectable amount of sperm. “Pour it on my face.” Milika shuffled off the bed and onto the floor. She titled her head back and pursed her lips, using one hand to stimulate her engorged clit. I upended the glass, and the filthy cocktail of sperm and lubricant dripped onto her pretty face. Milika suddenly shuddered and let out a long, guttural moan. “Fuck, yeah!” Milika took the glass from me and tongued the inside. Slime dripped from her face onto her tits. With the glass cleaned, Milika went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. “Now, that’s a proper fuck!” Milika was not wrong. She had a shower and departed, promising to see me the next day and ramp up the action. If I thought tonight was her A-game, I was sorely mistaken. I awoke on Sunday slightly groggy from an excess of alcohol but with a raging hard-on as I recalled the filthy exploits of the night before. Milika and I tentatively agreed to meet again today, so I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed my phone. Sure enough, she had sent me a text thanking me for a wonderful night and including a photo of one of her enormous boobs. I realised that her ‘boobage’ or chest real estate had been underutilised last night in favour of some filthy anal sex instead. Given the high probability of meeting again later today, I was determined to lavish plenty of attention on those impressive globes. “That’s lovely,” I replied, responding to the photo, “How are you this morning?” “Feeling good, and you?” “Energised,” I replied, adding, “In mind and body.” “Did you have fun last night?” “You know I did,” I tapped, “Both in and out of my hotel room.” “Same,” Milika replied, “Fancy more fun today?” “What did you have in mind?” “Some drinks and maybe some more bum fun?” “Reads like a plan,” I said, “How is your arse? BTW, hope I wasn’t too rough with it?” Milika responded for several minutes before sending me a photo of her curvy derrière. “She positively buzzed this morning and eager to play some more.” It took supreme forbearance to not jerk off my twitching cock. Milika’s most intimate hole drained my balls in an epic session on par with the filthiest porn saved in my favourites list on Xhamster. Milika asked me to meet her in Morphettville later in the day following church and the traditional family Sunday lunch, two activities she was not keen on. Having promised to do so, I gathered my bathers and headed to the beach to cool my loins. I was rather stiff from my water-born exertions from the previous day, so I bathed and tanned, preferring to relax rather than exercise. My friend, Ryan, was also busy with family duties, so I was on my own; to be fair, the solitude comforted me. Becoming hungry, I headed along ANZAC Highway back to the pub where I was staying. After showering and changing, I grabbed lunch at a local café and opened my phone. Boy, Milika had been busy texting or, more accurately, sexting. In a flurry, I received photos, selfies, in various suggestive poses at the church and from her parents’ house. She was marketing her best assets; cleavage, butt cheeks, offset face and one on the toilet. I zoomed in on the latter to see if Milika was peeing, but the shot was taken so haste that the focus obscured the action. “Very nice,” I tapped back after appreciating the photo montage. “Finally,” She replied with mock indignation, “Where have you been?” “Cooling…my…off at the beach,” Came my truthful yet ambiguous reply. “Sure is hot,” Was Milika’s response, not picking up on my implied insinuation, “What are you up to?” “Grabbing some lunch and, after that, will jump on the tram and meet you.” “Ok, cool,” She wrote back, “I’m about to leave my folks’ place. See you around 4-ish.” Given that our meeting time was several hours away, I assumed that her parents lived some distance from the suburb of Morphettville – the appointed meeting place – where Milika lived. I glanced at the Omega Seamaster that graced my arm; two hours to go. “Awwwh!” My cock groaned under and twitched with anticipation. Before I met Milika the day before, I had plans to do things in and around Glenelg, but none of those activities were achieved. The pursuit of anal-themed debauchery trumped all alternatives. “Just stepping off the tram,” texted Milika about an hour before our appointed meeting time. I received no response from Milika as I strolled down Morphett Road beside the world-famous Morphettville Racecourse. I quickly found our meeting place, a small wooded park which I assumed was close to Milika’s place. A small creek bisected the green space, and while the sun was burning everything before it, some discrete, shaded area allowed me to consume some beers and read my book. I could barely focus on my book; the need to check my phone took precedence, but there were no messages, which frustrated me. As the sun sank to the west, across the Gulf of St. Vincent, the orange hue cast the suburb in an unworldly light that reminded me of Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds, which I had recently seen on stage, starring the underrated Shannon Noll nailing Phil Lynott’s original performance. Around 4:15 PM, after depositing my empty beer bottles in a nearby bin, l perceived the busty Bosnian’s voluptuous figure approaching me from the opposite side of the park. My beer-addled prick jumped into life as soon as Milika waved in acknowledgement. She wore a canary-yellow polka dot summer dress perfectly contoured to her voluptuous body. Sunglasses shielded her eyes, a navy blue wide-brimmed hat protected her face, and her long blonde hair flowed behind her. Hanging from her shoulder was a small handbag, and in her hand was a bottle of wine wrapped in a neoprene sleeve. Milika’s swagger was guaranteed to enrage any red-blooded male. And she knew it! “Glad you’re here,” She swooned, kissing my cheeks rather than planting her lips on mine. Milika indeed felt feline and slippery when held in my strong masculine grip. My rapidly bulging cock felt uncomfortable and noticeable, pressing against her meaty thigh. She knew, of course, but chose to ignore the not-so-subtle intrusion. “How was your day?” I asked after we broke the embrace. “Ugh, families,” Milika replied with a humourous snort, “I need a drink.” Milika explained that she drove to church and her parents for lunch so that she could join me earlier than had she taken public transport. As a result, this family Sunday was dry and cattier than usual. She grabbed a bottle of Chardonnay from the fridge that would have been drunk at her parents and joined me. “We’ll have to drink this from the bottle,” Milika chuckled, “Like proper bogans.” “I’m cool with that,” I laughed as I removed the ice-cold bottle from the sleeve and unscrewed the top, “Be my guest.” Milika took the proffered bottle, raised it to her mouth, and took a generous swig. “That’s better!” I took a mouthful and immediately winced at the bitterness. Milika laughed at my reaction and then leaned in for a lip kiss. “So,” Milika asked, “How was your day?” “I found amusements enough before coming here.” “As amusing as last night?” “Alas, no,” I replied, taking a sip of wine, “There are very few amusements in this world that would top last night’s fun.” Milika beamed in satisfaction and leaned in for another kiss, and she breathed into my ear that she enjoyed the evening. Taking another sip of wine, Milika instantly spluttered, and wine dribbled from her mouth down her chin before dropping right between her cleavage. She coughed uncontrollably, expelling the wine that had clogged her airway. “Wrong hole?” “No such thing as the wrong hole,” Milika said, gasping for air as she recovered, her gigantic chest heaving mightily. After wiping her eyes and chin, Milika surveyed the state of her dress. The fabric had a small wet patch, but most fluid had disappeared in the tight cleft between her tits. “Look where you made me spill my wine,” She laughed. “Me?” I chuckled, “I din do nuffink!” “Feels nice and cold against my skin,” Milika noted as she wiped her mouth, “Need more of that.” Milika dropped the straps of her summer dress so that they rested against her biceps before pulling the front of her dress down to expose more tit flesh. Taking hold of the bottle, she drizzled cold wine from left to right across the skin. “Ohh,” Milika exclaimed, giggling, “Makes my skin shiver.” “You’re not wearing a bra, are you?” “Nope,” Milika giggled, “No panties either.” “You’re such a naughty slut!” “Yep, I love being such a tease,” She said, pulling the dress further down to free her incredible breasts. She placed the bottle on the concrete by the bench we were sitting on and kneaded the flesh, pushing her tits together and flicking the nipples with her nails. “They’re incredible,” I said, waiting for Milika to let me grope them. “Yep,” She agreed, “They’re a hit with the guys and the girls.” “You’re into girls?” I asked without surprise. “Occasionally,” She confirmed, “Prefer cock, though.” “I’m into anal, as you know,” Milika laughed, “And girls just don’t cut it.” “Really?” I asked, “Dildo, toys, fist?” “Fist, in my butt?” Milika asked askance before screwing up her face, “Nothing beats a hot, pulsating cock ploughing my guts.” “Classy,” I laughed. “Yes, that was crude,” Agreed Milika with a girly giggle, “You want to touch these?” Milika turned and offered me her enormous globes. They were larger than my hands, firm to the touch and topped with a pair of pink, suckable teats. When I licked them, Milika threw her head back in pleasure and softly moaned. My cock rose to immediate attention, straining in my shorts. “That’s it,” She breathed, pulling my head in deeper and stroking my hair, “Making me so wet.” She did not exaggerate. I manoeuvred a hand between her legs and probed her hairless, sopping slit. Milika spread her legs, allowing me to slide two fingers inside. She pulled her dress up and began rubbing her clit. Seconds later, she came, her sexy body shuddering and rippling, but the orgasm seemed a little subdued. “Fuck, that was good,” Milika panted, “Unexpected!” I withdrew my fingers and licked them clean of Milika’s musky juice. After scanning the park for intruders or peeping Toms, I released my straining cock, which glistened in the scorching sun. Milika placed a dainty hand around the throbbing shaft. “Hello, stranger,” She cooed, “Let’s get reacquainted.” Leaning down, Milika’s generous mouth engulfed my pole, and she expertly blew me, using her lips, tongue and hand. Since my thoughts continually replayed the events of the night before and the anticipation of a follow-up session, I dug deep into my reserves of self-control to stop from prematurely coming. Milika sensed this, too and released her lips from the head of my cock with a snap. She looked around pensively before removing her dress. Fully naked in the park, she deftly relieved me of my shorts and confidently announced she would tit wank me. “Haven’t had a good sausage sandwich in a while,” I said, knowing that those melons would get me off in no time, and this time I had no intention of holding back. Milika got off the bench and knelt before me, playing with her tits. She began coughing up as much saliva as her wine-scented mouth could produce. Milika slutilly let long tendrils of spits exit her mouth and land on her “breast-age”. I was encouraged to add my saliva and spat as much as possible to add to the mix. What Milika did next surprised me. She reached between her legs, fingered her sopping box and smeared cunt juice over her skin. “I think I’m ready for you,” She said, shuffling a bit closer so that her chest could engulf my cock. Milika pressed kilos of flesh against my quivering cock. She began bobbing up and down with our fingers locked together, bringing me off with expert ease. Her eyes never left mine as I moaned and groaned at the incredible sensation of being a prisoner to this woman’s extraordinary assets. After a few minutes, Milika said her knees were hurting on the searing concrete. Standing up, we traded places. She lay down on the wooden bench, and I straddled her, placing my cock back between her tits. I noticed a small wet patch on the ground from where she had knelt. “Just make sure you cream all over them, alright?” “Oh, I will,” I replied, placing my greasy shaft between that thick flesh, “Guaranteed.” I pressed each breast together, and Milika placed her fingers against mine for an extra tight grip. The spit and pussy juice lube was not ideal, especially not in this heat, and my cock chafed a little, but there was enough to slide my cock in and out those mammaries. “I love getting my tits fucked,” She moaned repeatedly, “Fuck them hard.” Milika seemed in heaven, lying on the bench, revelling at my expression as her boobs brought me to the brink of a tremendous orgasm. Sweat was pouring from my brow as she encouraged me to pound her chest and plaster it with hot sperm. “Shit!” I hissed as my cock violently twitched and coughed up ropes of thick white sludge that covered the skin between each breast. That was followed by high-velocity spurts of more translucent fluid that hit random points across Milika’s gorgeous face, which surprised her. “Goodness!” Milika squealed as she flinched from the tendrils of boiling jizz and hit her in the face, “You’re naughty.” I laughed after my orgasm subsided, seeing what a mess I had made of Milika’s face. She wiped the sperm from her top lip and chin. There was a sizeable deposit on her throat, too. “Oh, you’re backed up,” She said after discovering how much sperm was plastered on her torso, “Wow!” “I wasn’t expected to come so much,” I breathed, wiping my forehead, “Especially after last night.” “You came more today, for sure,” She smiled, “You gave me exactly what I wanted. Thank you!” “My pleasure,” I said, climbing off Milika’s body, “That was great!” She swung her legs and sat upright, surveying the splatter pattern across her huge tits before massaging my cream into her skin. I noticed another wet patch on the bench. Was she a squirter, I wondered. “You’re a big cummer,” She complimented. “Well, you have huge boobs,” I said, “And they are essential for a great tit wank.” “That’s what I’m told,” Milika snickered, “I need a drink.” Grabbing the bottle that was indeed warm now, she upended it and almost drained what remained. Handing me the bottle, I drained the last mouthful. “I need something colder than that,” Milika said and spat on the ground before reaching for her dress, “You want to come back to my place?” “Love to,” I said without a second thought as I pulled up my shorts, “Should we get some liquid refreshments?” “Sure,” Milika replied after fixing her hat, grabbing her bag and the empty bottle of wine, “There is a pub and bottle shop along the way.” The air conditioning was so welcome when we crossed the pub’s threshold. We ordered drinks and found a table. “Be right back, sweetie,” Milika said, giving me a peck on the lips. “Why so long?” I asked after I had nearly finished my beer before Milika returned. “I had to clean up,” She chuckled before downing a glass of water in front of her, “It was not a pretty sight.” “You could have used me for that,” I joked. “That would have made it worse!” Milika and I shared several drinks and a cold meats and dips platter. The conversation was witty and laced with innuendos as we teased each other, knowing there would be another session at her place. Upon leaving, we grabbed a bottle of wine and walked through a tangle of respectable suburban streets before arriving at a quiet apartment block. Milika ushered me with a sense of pride into her tastefully decorated abode. As I closed the door to her third-floor apartment, Milika immediately announced she was showering because she felt funky from the afternoon’s activities. I was instructed to grab two glasses from the kitchen and park on the balcony. I briefly looked around the apartment, which was tastefully decorated and adorned with photos of family, friends, and, I assumed, lovers past and present. I found the screw in the kitchen and quickly removed the cork from the bottle. I grabbed two glasses and filled a wine bucket with ice from the freezer. Stepping onto the balcony, the sun was cresting the roof of Milika’s apartment, heading west with perhaps thirty minutes left until it descended below the top of the neighbouring building, its heat dissipating as the day died. On the balcony were two lounge chairs and a table against the far wall. On the table was an ashtray filled with DIY cigarette butts, an empty bong, a small red vibrator, and a bottle of personal lubrication, half full. Evidently, the Busty Bosnian got up to a lot of fun behind closed doors, but not necessarily on her own. I sat down with the sun blinding me, removed my t-shirt and took a sip of wine, which was better than the first. The shower ceased, and I heard the curtain pulled back. Minutes later, Milika joined me on the balcony dressed in a turquoise fishnet top, which strained to cover her boobs, stockings, and a matching pair of panties. “You look amazing!” I gushed as Milika took the glass from me, “That’s a sensational outfit.” “Glad you like it,” She acknowledged as she took the chair closest to the wall where the table was positioned. “This is a nice apartment,” I said, “Do you own it?” “Ten years now,” She replied proudly, “The sun is about to set.” “It’s going to be gorgeous,” I predicted as I swallowed more wine. “I watch the sunset all the time,” Milika whispered. “Just watch,” I grinned while cocking my head towards the table and its contents. “What can I say,” Milika replied without embarrassment, “Sunbathing makes me horny, so I pleasure myself.” “That toy seems oddly inadequate,” I said, noting its smallness. “Oh, I have a substantial toy collection in my room,” She noted, “That one warms me up.” “And the bong?” I asked, “You don’t look the type to be a smoker.” “I’m not,” Milika laughed, “It belongs to a friend.” “A lover?” “A friend with benefits,” She winked at me. “Ah,” I nodded in acknowledgement, “Fair enough.” We sat silently and watched the sun drop below the roof of the complex next door. The temperature noticeably cooled, and we both expressed relief. However, the ambient temperature remained stubbornly in the thirties, and this meant the ice melted and the wine warmed up. However, none of this bothered Milika, who stared into the west, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. “Penny for your thoughts?” I asked as the silence continued. “Huh?” She said, “Oh, I was just thinking about something, a fantasy I have that could be fulfilled.” “Oh, and what’s that?” “When do you come back to Adelaide?” She asked. I planned to collect a hire car the next day and explore the wine regions, and my visit had little to do with wine but to hook up with an old work colleague with whom I had a fling a couple of years earlier that began in a haunted house. Milika did not need to know that part of my trip, but I answered her question with midday Friday in one week. “And when do you go back to Sydney?” “Saturday afternoon,” I answered, “Why?” “Well, I was thinking,” Milika’s words tumbled out with little cohesion, “And I don’t expect you to say yes, but…” “But what?” I asked, “Spit it out.” “Well, OMG,” She stuttered, holding her head in a hand, “Ok, well, a long-held fantasy of mine is to have a threesome with two guys.” “Ok.” “Yeah, and while I have no issue pleasuring two or more guys, I really want to be DP’d,” Milika was almost hyperventilating, “You’d be perfect since you’re an arse lover.” “And the other gentleman is your friend with benefits?” “Yes, but he doesn’t go for anal,” Milika confessed, becoming bright red with embarrassment, “But he wants to help me fulfil my fantasy.” “You could have your pick of Adelaide’s finest with that body,” I laughed, “Why me?” “Because you know what you’re doing,” She said directly and seriously, “And you’ve pleasured me no end in the short time since we met.” “Likewise,” I reassured her, “You’re a real firecracker.” Milika relaxed a tad and asked me whether it was possible to fulfil her fantasy. I gave conditional assent pending the necessary chemistry between the three parties. “Well,” Milika launched into another nervous word salad, which can be distilled into the following sentence, “Let’s meet on Friday, have a few drinks and see how it goes.” “I’d prefer exclusive access with you,” I said, “But if the three of us hit it off, I’m happy to help you fulfil a fantasy.” “Oh, goody,” She squealed and reached for her phone to tap out a message to her friend with benefits, “It’s going to be so good.” I agreed after participating in several – not many - MMF threesomes in the past. The trick to success is chemistry and ensuring the female is treated with respect by making her the centre of attention and reading the signs of her body and mind. There were only a couple of occasions when we males delivered a DP, but those sessions were epic. My FWB, his name is Adrian, never stays the night,” Milika said after completing the message, “So, if you stay with me when you get back to town, I’ll give you an exclusive one-on-one going away present on Saturday.” “That’s an offer I cannot refuse,” I said, hardness returning to my crotch. “In addition,” Milika purred, leaning in for a kiss, “You have exclusive rights to me tonight.” “Exclusive rights?” I asked while fondling one of her massive breasts, “All access?” “You can touch me anywhere you want,” She bit my lip, “Use any hole for your pleasure.” “Lead the way.” Milika stood up, grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. There were a variety of sex toys strewn around the room. The open wardrobe showed a wide selection of sexy lingerie, including leather boots, handcuffs, whips, and ball gags. Milika had a serious sex drive with some BDSM tendencies. When she flopped on the bed, I undid my belt and discarded my shorts. Upon seeing my rejuvenated boner, Milika rolled onto her side, grabbed my pole and took it deep into her mouth, moaning as she sucked. She grabbed a long thin, red-coloured sex toy on the bed and inserted a fat end into her cunt. Milika fucked herself while blowing my cock. She was running as fast as the Nile because I could hear a sloshing noise with each thrust, and the toy’s body glistened with juice. As she sucked and fucked, I roughly pawed both massive breasts while sighing as my cock was expertly throated. Occasionally, I reached down and flicked her bean, causing spasms of pleasure as my cock dripped with saliva. After five minutes of this action, Milika removed the toy from her pussy, sucked on the head and then flipped over to all fours and ordered me to fuck her from behind. My wet cock easily entered her dripping snatch. A second toy was deployed against her clit while Milika continued sucking on the long dongler. Milika’s pussy was tight and slick as I pumped her. Every few seconds, in between moans, we told each other how good this fucking was. As I increased the tempo, my pounding action caused her luscious butt cheeks to quiver, and the rippling effect engulfed her entire body. Milika came several times in short, shrill screams. “Put this in my arse,” She said, handing me a mid-sized red vibrator she had recently used to stimulate her clit. Taking the vibrator from her, I pulled my cock out so that only the head remained inside her hot box; I spat on my fingers and applied the lubricant to Milika’s puckered hole. Seconds later, I directed the tapered head of the vibrate to her arse and pressed. Milika accepted the intrusion readily, and I quickly developed a rhythm where I could insert my prick and withdraw the dildo to mimic a classic two cock DP. “Let me ride you,” Milika pleaded after several minutes of doggy. We swapped positions, and Milika straddled me effortlessly. After a minute or two of her riding me, Milika grabbed the red vibrator, reached around and slid it into her arse. The pressure exerted on my cock through the thin membrane, combined with the buzzing, felt incredible on my cock. “Fuck, yeah,” I panted, “That feels amazing.” Milika had to keep her hand on the toy’s base to prevent it from shooting across the room. She was panting and moaning and taking satisfaction from my facial features. “Those vibrations are incredible!” I repeated. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” “Awesome,” I grunted, “You’re making my cock feel great.” At that moment, I held Milika’s juicy butt in place and slammed into her, my thighs slapping against hers. “Oh, yeah, that’s it,” She wailed, “Fuck me like that, don’t stop!” With my hands planted firmly on her cheeks, I fucked Milika’s pussy hard while the vibrator continued doing its thing in the dirt box. As she sat back “I’m coming!” “Yeah, baby, come on my hard cock.” As I sucked on her pert nipples, Milika climaxed hard; her face reddened as waves of pleasure washed over her impressive body. The pussy spasmed repeatedly as the vibrator continued buzzing. As she sat back, Milika released her grip on the vibrator, and its base rested on my balls, causing my cock to twitch in her sloppy pussy. “Do you want my arse, lover boy?” Milika asked after a few seconds of resting. Of course, I did. Milika climbed off me, grabbed the lubricant, and, before applying a generous dollop, sucked her pussy juices from my cock. When she was satisfied, Milika straddled me again, facing the opposite direction – reverse cowgirl. She eased my fat prick inside her shitter. After swearing and moaning, she took a moment to adjust to the foreign intruder before leaning back with her hand planted by my shoulder. The other hand gripped the red vibrator, which she applied to her clit. Holding Milika in place, I fucked her arse hard, and she quickly thundered to another screaming orgasm. I did not relish this position because I could not see a lot of action, but my prick felt terrific inside her bung. Milika disengaged, and my cock exited her shitter with a satisfying pop. In a change of pace, she handed me another vibrator and asked me to use it and the other one on her holes. Laying on her side, Milika pulled an arse cheek apart and exposed both holes for me to play with. I used the toys to satisfy her with a classic DP action, making her purr. While this was fun, I was eager to plunge my cock back into Milika’s plump and willing bottom. While she was not gaping, the hole was undoubtedly relaxed and, with the lubrication, had no trouble accepting toys of various sizes and descriptions. “Oh, let me turn over.” Milika assumed the doggy position with her arse high in the air, and the sight of spread fuck holes was breathtaking. I spat on the dirty hole and inserted the toys, pulling out and sliding in. She reached around and began circling her clit. Soon enough, Milika came again in a crescendo of groans and grunts. As she descended, I sucked on both toys, tasting the contrasting flavours before burying my tongue deep inside Milika’s rosette. This unexpected action resulted in a more minor climax as Milika continued circling her clit. “Now I want you to fuck my arse until you come,” She said with conviction while remaining in place. I mounted the bed, straddled her cheeks and fed Milika’s butthole my entire length. Her hand remained on her clit as I started fucking Milika hard with long strokes. My orgasm, the third in less than twenty-four hours, was hard to nail and required much concentration. Thankfully, Milika’s arse and mouth kept me focused; the bung which flexed around my greasy cock, and her mouth that continually uttered filthy encouragement in between squeals of pleasure. By now, I was ploughing Milika’s dirty hole like it was her pussy, slamming my cock in and out. My balls slapped away but soon began tightening as I rapidly approached a climax. She sensed a change in mood, and my vocalisations became more intense. “I want you to come in my mouth”, she repeated with driving urgency. As soon as I felt that energy rise the length of my cock, I reluctantly whipped my cock from Milika’s well-buggered shitter and started furiously pumping the shaft to reach the peak of Mount Orgasm. Simultaneously, Milika leapt from the bed and dropped to her knees in front of me, mouth open, waiting to receive what little I had left, panting hard as she did so. “Fuck!” I hissed as pleasure bolts hit me hard, “Here it comes.” My cock jerked, and a few spurts shot from the head. The first landed on Milika’s right cheek, the second on her bottom lip, and the last on her waiting tongue. She purred in satisfaction, watching me revel in secondary jolts of delight. Milika withdrew her tongue and swallowed my gift before opening her mouth and sucking on my deflating pole. When she released me, she did so with a loud smack of the lips. “It’s better when I have some warning,” She giggled, wiping the sperm from her cheek and rising to her feet, “It wasn’t as much this time.” “No,” I agreed, “You have well and truly drained my balls!” “Good job you have a week to refill then, right?” Said Milika, referring to my trip, not knowing that if my plans worked out, my balls would not get much chance to replenish. “They’ll be ready for our threesome!”

26 June 2023

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The Owl and the Pussy Cat went to sea In a beautiful pea green boat They took some honey and plenty of money wrapped up in a five pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above And sang to a small guitar "Oh lovely Pussy, o pussy my love What a beautiful pussy you are." The ocean was calm. Small waves were cut by the sharp bow of the small yacht as it glided across the water. There were few clouds in the bright blue sky. Owl stood at the helm wearing shorts, sunglasses and a cap. Sea spray glistened on the skin of his broad shoulders, as he looked out across the water. Pussy, wearing a small string bikini, lounged on the foredeck on a large blanket. Her skin was a golden bronze from exposure to the sun. Beside her was a large steel ice bucket with a frosty bottle of champagne. Lying on her stomach, the warm sun touched almost all of her body. A small tight triangle of cloth cover her pert buttocks. Pussy reached around an untied the straps of her bikini top. She didn't want unseemly tan lines on her back. "Owl," she called "join me. The boat can sail itself. It's got more electronics than NASA." Aye, aye captain" was his sarcastic response. He paused as he flicked the switches to engage the full auto pilot. Not that it was needed, they were in the mid-Pacfic, miles from any trade route and even further from land. There was nothing to hit, sink or crash into for at least 1,000 miles. Weather reports were clear for at least the next week. Owl and Pussy Cat alone with only the sea and sun for company. Owl knelt beside Pussy Cat and deftly opened the champagne, with a loud pop! Pussy Cat flinched at the sound. Champagne cascaded from the neck of the bottle, eager to be free. Owl poured two glasses. They were not champagne flutes. They were the short, broad glasses often seen in champagne towers. The urban myth was that they were shaped like Marie Antoinette's breasts, if myths were to be believed. Pussy raised herself onto her elbows, ignoring her bikini top that fell off her body. "Cheers!" "You need more oil. I don't want you to burn" said Owl. One hand picked up the bottle of suntan lotion, flicking the lid off while the other idly drew circles in the small of her back. He poured the lotion on her her skin. It formed a pool at the base of her spine. He dipped two fingers into the cool liquid and spread it up her spine before branching out to her shoulders. Owl was skilled in massage. His iron fingers found every nerve and muscle, digging deep into the stress and easing the fatigue. Pussy moaned softly. Her eyes were closed as she drifted into bliss. Pussy Cat was so relaxed and ready for sleep that she didn't feel as Owl gently untied her bikini bottom. She didn't feel the small bit of cloth as it was removed but she did feel his fingers digging into her firm glutes. She squirmed slightly, easing her legs apart just enough. Sleepy as she was, she was enjoying every movement. Expert hands massaged her body, drawing the stress out, leaving contentment in their wake. Was it five minutes or was it an hour? Pussy Cat had lost all concept of time. Everything was bliss especially when Owl started to gently caress her pussy. The tip of one, then two, then three fingers played with the lips of her vagina. Hopscotch was the game, flicking and kicking her clit, sending waves of pleasure rising up her body. Slowly, carefully, Pussy Cat raised her hips into the downward dog pose. Her cunt, thrust upward, hers lips open, waiting. "Oh, fuck me please " she murmured, "please fuck me now". Owl didn't need a second invitation. His cock was firm and hard and the tip was already rubbing up and down her pussy lips. As Pussy Cat raised her hips, he gently slid his penis into her hot wet body. Slowly, gently he entered her. But Pussy Cat was impatient. With a groan she pushed her hips back, impaling her body on his erect cock, sinking it deeply into her cunt. Owl grabbed her hips and thrust into her, pushing her head into the floor as he lifted her hips higher. "Do it! Fill me! I want your cum, she screamed. Just as Pussy Cat was about to come, Owl pulled his cock out and exploded his hot cum across her back. The hot spunk splashing all the way to her shoulders was just enough to push her over the edge into climax. Pussy Cat could feed her sweat mingled with Owl's sperm, all over her back. She turned to face him, reaching out for his cock, dragging it to her mouth. She wanted to taste his cum, to lick it from the head of his penis, tasting at the same time her own pussy juices. A very heady combination. "Mmm, next time I want you to cover me in honey," she mumbled with his cock still in her mouth. "Good idea" said Owl. "I'd love to lick honey from your juicy cunt."

24 June 2023

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I'd love to have you naked and laying back on the bed and then I'll start working my way up the inside of your thighs You're blindfolded with your hands above your head and tied together I'm licking and sucking on your clitoris Would that get you wet? Is.....getting me wet!!!! More......? You're moaning so loud and just about to come, begging me to not stop Yeeeessssss....... Using your pussy you move around up and down side to side wanting my face buried in your pussy Now you're untied you pull me up so I can suck your nipples Oh fuck yes.....pretty please You roll me over and jump on top My cock is so fucking hard Show me Your pussy swollows my cock and you start riding me grinding on my hard cock Yes babe.... I'm playing with your clitoris while you fucking fuck me hard and fast Yes........ You're so wet Yes I am You lean forward with your tits in my face so I can suck your nipples your fucking hard nipples We're fucking so hard and fast I grab your waist so I have your pussy Your pussy is all mine for me to stick my hard cock in and out in and out I'm just about to come inside your wet smashed pussy Fuck yes!!!!!+ I want to tittie fuck you now

24 June 2023

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*warning* Ageplay, is a legit kink, it involves consent, and only adults can consent. Google MDLG, or DDLG. In this scenario, Mummy and Daddy are caregivers to their "little" Mummy and Daddy were so excited. After talking online for a while, their "special girl" was waiting for them to pick her up. So many orgasms we have all had for each other already, but never in person. She was giggling as Daddy pulled over where she was waiting. She hopped in the back where Mummy was waiting to give her a deep welcoming kiss, and as soon as the door shut we were moving. Mummy's hands all over her body, pleasantly surprised that under her short skirt, there were no panties. Daddy drives and adjust his mirror so he can see mummy fingering and licking our special girl, telling daddy how good she tastes. By the time Daddy arrives at the destination, Mummy is fisting her and our special girl has cum several times. The car stops and our special girl finally realises where she is. "Ooh fairy time!" She squeals excitedly and tidies herself up to get out of the car. "Fairy fuck time" says Mummy who gets out the other side. Daddy opens the back of the 4wd and directs Mummy there. "Look at our girl, she's so happy" says Daddy, "Yeah and she's fucking hot, she came so hard" says Mummy, as our special girl dances and twirls in the forest, her little skirt flying up. Daddy peels off Mummy's leggings and starts slowly and lovingly licking and fingering her tight shaved pussy. Special girl excitedly skips over and says "Ooh Daddy, can I lick Mummy please?!" "Of course baby girl, and I wanna lick you whilst you do, ok?" "Cool Daddy, you wanna fuck me too as I lick and finger Mummy? You can Daddy, I want your cum so deep in my pussy!" "Oh he is gonna pump your little cunt so full of cum" says Mummy, "but not yet. Daddy is gonna cum in Mummy's pussy first and you are gonna lick it" "Ok Mummy, I love your pussy so much, and I want Daddy's cum too" "Daddy has plenty of cum" says Mummy. "You'll get plenty of cum special girl, now make me cum on your tongue"

23 June 2023

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It started at my hardware store on a Sunday morning when I noticed a former customer walk on by and I always found her sexy. I knew her husband had died some years ago so I decided to catch up to her and started to chat about mundane things and finally asked her to have a coffee at the coffee shop within the store. Our conversation rambled on for quite some time until I asked could I walk her to her car. As we approached her car she asked me around to her place for lunch so I gladly accepted and followed her home. As she was preparing lunch we continued our conversation and as I reached towards the refrigerator I touched her arm and looked at each other and kissed passionately for a while and resumed getting lunch. After lunch and wine we worked our way to the lounge still with wine in hand. We sat close to each other and again started kissing this time very passionately. By now i got down on my knees and started removing her slightly unbuttoned shirt and caressing her nipples which she appreciated and slowly I lifted her skirt and felt her hand push my face to her clit and felt a warm juice on my lips and slowly edged my tongue into her clit and she moaned uncontrollably as she hadn't had intimacy for some time. By now I pulled her onto the floor and my cock was so hard that all I wanted was to slide into her vagina and she appreciated it and once again groaned uncontrollably and we both climaxed together and held her in my arms both hoping to experience this again soon.

22 June 2023

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The table stretched on, almost for ever. Piled high with cups, saucers and oh, so many plates of the richest cream cakes. Alice felt uncomfortable. Ever since drinking from the bottle marked “Drink Me” she had become much bigger but her clothes were tight. The buttons on her shirt strained to stay closed. Her firm nipples pushed hard on the fabric of her shirt. Her dress was short, very short, exposing her long legs. She sat at the table, struggling to keep her modesty. Her head was full of clouds, but she felt strangely relaxed. What was in that bottle? “Tea?” Asked The Hatter. “Or would you prefer me?” Alice blinked. What was going on? The Hatter stood beside Alice at the table. He couldn’t help but stare down her shirt. Alice turned to the man standing at her chair, her eyes level with his waist. “Tea? I think I need something stronger” she mumbled, “perhaps something to eat?” Alice opened her mouth as The Hatter hand fed her cream cake. The cream, so fresh, dripped onto her chest. “Oops!” She giggled. “I’m making a bit of a mess” “Allow me,” said The Hatter as he knelt between her knees. He kissed her soft cream covered skin. Alice closed her eyes. “All gone”, he murmured. Alice grinned as she said “are you sure?” Casually she dropped a whole slice of cake on her shirt. The Hatter laughed as… Asad laughed as he watched the cream saturate the overstretched shirt. "Oh this shirt is ruined" she sighed. Alice smiled at The Hatter as she undid the buttons and slipped the shirt off her shoulders, it landed - a sticky mess on the floor. "Hatter" she said, "I like the way you nibble cream from my skin, would you mind?" The Hatter's blue eyes twinkled as he noticed cream smeared on Alice's neck, shoulders and breasts. Holding her tenderly he nibbled his way to those wondrous breasts - no longer restrained by clothing. Alice realised it wasn't the tea making her dizzy, it was The Hatter.  "Oh" she thought, "A Mad Hatter's Tea Party has unexpected goodies". She leaned into The Hatter and whispered ... “It’s my turn now.” She fumbled with his belt buckle. The bulge in his jeans was huge. Finally the jeans rivet popped open and the zip slid down. With two hands she eased his jeans off and released his manhood. His penis was everything she wanted. Long and firm and hot to her touch. Her fingers lightly caressed the shaft all the way down to his balls. She wanted to tease and tickle him, to gently rub him up and down until he could take it no more. The Hatter had eaten the cream off her hot bare skin and now she wanted the cream of his manhood in her mouth. Alice enjoyed feeling the magnificent piece of manhood in her hands.  She explored the hot flesh with her mouth and tongue, tasting the pre-cum.  She relished witnessing The Hatter's pleasure.  Aware that he was very aroused and that she was very wet, Alice let The Hatter know that she longed to feel his cock inside her. The Hatter smiled, "Of course my dear!"  Alice slipped off her knickers and climbed on, feeling every inch of his shaft as she lowered her hips. Her pussy lips gripped his cock and she wriggled as she slid down his shaft. Alice softly moaned as the full length of his penis pushed into her. She was close to her peak. It didn’t take more than a couple of long thrusts before she felt The Hatter’s body tense, then soften. "I like deep connection" she murmured in between passionate kisses.  Time stopped, they enjoyed every pulse, every movement, every touch, as they learned about each other from the inside. The Hatter held her firmly, his broad hands holding her hips. His penis, limp, was still inside her, holding back the waves of cum that he had shot into her. Alice wanted more, but first, she had to lie down and get comfortable. This was going to be a long night. The Hatter, stood nude before her. Her eyes hungrily took in his strong muscular body. His broad chest and arms glistened in the light. His chin was damp with the cream he had eaten from her breasts and it dripped onto his chest. Rivulets of cream worked their way down his body towards his pubic hair and Alice’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of his penis as it slowly grew more and more erect. Alice licked her lips as her right hand moved toward her groin, her own pubic hair tingled as her fingers sought out her lips. They were already moist. Her left hand touched her left breast, fingernails circling her erect nipple. Alice closed her eyes as she remembered the feeling of his tongue on her breast. Alice could feel the heat building between her legs. Her feelings of pleasure grew as her right hand found her clit. The Hatter watched. A smile crossed his face as Alice played with herself. Her mouth opened slightly and a soft moan slipped out. Her fingers worked faster, he could see her body growing tense and her moans became louder until she screamed with passion. Her body slumped. Her eyes opened as she grinned at The Hatter. His hands were working on his cock, rubbing and stroking, in perfect rhythm with Alice’s fingers as they danced between her pussy lips. The Hatter leaned over her body, he could feel his passions rising. He’d already shot one load deep into Alice, now it was time to shoot his cream over her creamy skin. Alice stared at the tip of his penis, watching his hand as it pumped the shaft. She was hungry for his cum. “Give me your cream, cover me,” she cried, opening her mouth wide, her tongue extending. “I want to eat your cum like a one of your cream cakes!” That was all the encouragement The Hatter needed. With a shout, he shot his load up and over Alice’s chest. A few large white drops plopped onto Alice’s tongue. Just enough, as she licked her lips, tasting his salty essence. The rest splashed across her breasts, his cream mingling with the remains of the cream cake, leaving her skin hot and sticky. They were both spent, physically and emotionally. His cock relaxed, no longer stiff and firm. Alice could feel his cum as it oozed from her tender cunt. Her hands rubbed her nipples, fresh with more cum. They both needed to rest. “I think we need a shower, together of course.”

18 June 2023

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