Where the fuck are we going? I think to myself as we drive further from the club in some rando’s piece-of-shit Commodore. Streetlights zip past my eyes as we speed toward some after-party I was told would be more fun than the place we just left thirty minutes ago. The car slows and we pull up outside a small house in suburban Sydney. My hosts hop out and tell me to come in and help myself to a beer from the fridge. I step into the lounge room and see two other guys slouched on the couch, watching some bullshit on the TV. They look up and say “Hey,” then go right back to zoning out. Massively disappointed in the so-called “better time” I was promised—a night that had been swimming with devious, sweaty sexual possibilities—I suddenly feel like I’ve been scammed out of the promise of sin. I sit down at the end of the couch and settle in for what looks like a night of boredom, already missing the writhing and heat of the dancefloor. Then from the kitchen: “Righto boys, it’s on!” They all grin and one of them winks at me. “They’ll be here in five—hope you’re ready!” That piques my curiosity. And sure enough, five minutes later, giggling voices echo toward the front door—and then two girls burst in. Brunettes. Confident. Great bodies. Devilish grins. Their skirts are barely holding back secrets, and the smiles on their faces say this is going to be fun. They know everyone in the room—except me. They exchange a look that says fresh meat. We’re told to stand up and rearrange ourselves—me in the middle of the two other guys, and the girls seated cross-legged in front of us. Their skirts are short enough that I can immediately tell: they’re not wearing anything underneath. Fuck yes, I think. One of the girls nods at the guy with the remote. “Put on our show.” He clicks a few buttons, and seconds later, a stream of MMF porn fills the room. Raw. Loud. Relentless. The other girl turns to me. “Fuck, I think it’s so hot watching two guys fool around,” she purrs. “You ever been with a guy?” I keep my eyes locked on hers and shake my head. “Not my thing, babe.” She laughs. “Well… how do you know if it’s not your thing if you’ve never tried?” I shrug and laugh, but curiosity is already creeping into my mind—and lower. Then I feel a hand on my right thigh. I glance sideways. One of the guys is looking at me with a hungry grin. The second girl leans in. “If you boys fool around and let us watch…” A quiet hum fills the room. All eyes are on me, waiting to see how far I’ll go. The porn flickers in the background, shadows dancing across the walls. A jolt of electricity shoots through me as an image flashes across my mind—me, tangled with these two guys, while the girls cheer us on like the dirtiest audience imaginable. Old mate’s hand moves up my thigh as I watch the onscreen filth, feeling myself harden. He undoes my zipper, and my cock springs free. He grips it gently—expertly. WTF is happening? I think, glancing around: hardcore porn on the screen, two girls in front of me rubbing themselves, one guy stroking his cock while the other wraps his hand around mine. Then one of the girls jumps up. She turns around, bends over, and slowly pulls her ass cheeks apart, beckoning me toward her slick, waiting body. “Come and taste,” she whispers, looking back over her shoulder. I lean forward, burying my face between her cheeks, my tongue sliding into her wetness as the guy’s hand disappears—and his warm mouth replaces it. It’s getting harder to concentrate on ramming my tongue into her tight asshole while another guy is deep-throating me like he’s done this a hundred times. My tongue presses deeper, tasting the sweetness of her dark entrance, feeling it clench around me as her legs start to shake. “I’m gonna cum!!” she cries out, her hand furiously working her dripping pussy. A thick, warm jet of squirt gushes out, soaking my chest, running down my stomach. I bury my tongue as deep as I can into her ass as I explode into the stranger’s mouth—his grip never faltering, swallowing every drop of me. We collapse into a filthy, tangled knot of mouths, bodies, and lust—three of us joined together in a moment of pure, perverted release.

2 August 2025

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Jim was an office worker. He sometimes went to the asian massage shop in the local shopping centre to get a neck and shoulder massage. He decided to try the new shop that had just opened around the corner. He went in and asked for a full body massage. He was escorted to a room and asked to wait for the massage lady to come in. She arrived quickly and proceeded to undress him. He thought this was a bit unusual but went along with it. She fully undressed him until he was completely naked. She then undressed herself in front of him. Jim was a bit unsure although his manhood was starting to swell as he was naked and now she was. She went behind him and started rubbing his shoulders, then his neck. She then run her hands down to his cock and gave it a bit of a rub. She asked him to lay on the massage table face down. She ran her hand under him, grasped his hard penis and laid it out between his legs. She climbed onto him and kneed his back and legs with her naked legs, which he thought was really good. After some time of rubbing her body all over his back she asked him to turn over. Her small body showing all the glory of a young lady with perfect breasts, nipples and a shaved pussy. She climbed on top of him and rubbed his chest and head. As she was massaging his head, her pussy rested just in front of his face. He couldn't resist so poked his tongue out and inserted it slightly inside her young pussy. She seemed very happy with this action and massaged his head even more. Once she finished with his head she moved her body down his naked body and sat herself onto his erect penis. His penis slid straight inside her now wet pussy and he felt the comfort of her slippery pussy hugging his swollen manhood. She continued massaging his chest whilst he was inside her warm wet shaven pussy. She them moved herself further down his legs his swollen cock sliding out of her warm pussy. She massaged his stomach and then wrapped her small hands around his cock sliding them up and down heightening his sexual arousal. Once she finished she climbed off the table and asked him to also stand up off the table. She then lifted herself up onto the table, slid to the side and opened her legs. She asked Jim to put himself inside her now very warm and wet pussy. He didn't hesitate. He placed himself between her legs inserting his now large manhood inside her small wet pussy. He could feel her pussy applying pressure all around his swollen cock. He proceed to slide in and out of her making sure his large manhood didn't fully exit. She gazed into his eyes as her rammed his pulsating cock in and out of her. She gasped and moaned and eventually at the same he exploded his cum deep inside her she shivered with orgasmic waves. He unloaded his entire load and then withdrew allowing his cloudy cum to ooze from her tight pussy. She asked if he enjoyed her massage, to which he replied, he hasn't had one of these massages before, but he will be back. "Massage?"

30 July 2025

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I fucked a female police officer in the Police Station she worked at... she lived in the attached house and it wasn't a station that was manned all the time... She wore her uniform for me She came into the retail store where I worked and bought some equipment that needed to be delivered and set up... middle of summer and her house didn't have a great air conditioner, so she wasn't wearing much when I arrived. Kids were at school as I landed at her place just after midday. She made me a drink. Watched me as I unpacked it all. One of her friends called in to say hello as I was there, and they went outside to have a chat and a cool drink. The friend was hurried off quickly once they came back inside and it was back to just the 2 of us. I finished what i had to do, picked up all of my tools and rubbish, hen came back in to do a final check... She was standing in the kitchen with my drink, and she asked me if I wanted to finish it... Will tell you the rest as you are on your hands and knees in front of me with my dildo machine rhythmically fucking you

29 July 2025

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Harry was working from home this day. His wife had gone to work and his children had gone to school. He decided to go for a quick walk before getting into his work. As he walked down the road, he noticed his new neighbours car in the driveway. The new neighbour had just moved in and he hadn't met them yet so decided to knock on the door and introduce himself. Sally answered the door. Harry introduced himself, and told her where he lived. Sally asked him in for a drink. She told him that she had recently separated and so moved out into this new home on her own. She said that she was about to have a shower and if he could wait for her then she would make him a drink and talk further. He agreed. Five minutes later she called out to him and asked for some help. He went to the bathroom door and asked what he could do. Sally asked him to get the new bottle of shampoo from the kitchen bench and bring it to her. He got the shampoo and proceeded into the bathroom where he saw Sally's naked body in the shower. She turned to him and reached out with one hand to take the shampoo bottle. Her other hand was between her legs and he could see her finger sliding in and out of herself. She was shaved down there and her skin looked so soft. Sally asked if he could get into the shower with her and wash her hair. He quickly agreed. He got undressed and entered the shower. He could feel, and see his penis getting larger. Sally put some shampoo into his hand. He stood in front of her and started massaging the shampoo into her long hair. Sally put some body soap into her hands and started rubbing it onto Harrys shoulders and chest. She kept soaping up his body and worked her way down until one of her hands wrapped around his now hard cock. Her other hand cupped his balls and started massaging soap into them. One hand slowly working up and down his hard shaft and the other grasping and massaging his balls. Harry was also shaved down there so his soft skin was easily rubbed by her warm hands. He had also had the snip so was ready for anything that may happen. As he massaged the shampoo into her hair he was thinking he just wanted to suck her nipples. He decided to make a move. He gently lifted one of her breasts and pressed his head over it taking her nipple into his mouth. His tongue then started circling and massaging her soft wet nipple with his lips firmly around her breast. After some time he took his mouth of her breast and couldn't help but to start kissing her soft wet lips. They kissed passionately whilst her hands were still servicing him. He put some soap in his hand and started rubbing it onto her body. He worked his way down. His hand went down and up her left leg, then down and up her right leg with slippery soap. He then used his middle finger and slid it down the left side of her pussy lips and then the right side making sure he didn't touch her middle opening. He did this for some time, slowly down and up the left and right side. He could feel her chest taking in more air and almost gasping as his finger got closer to her love hole. They were still slowly embracing each others soft lips. He then poked his tongue inside her mouth and at the same time slid his middle finger inside her soft wet pussy. She groaned slightly as she started to suck his tongue. His finger worked its way inside her, massaging her slippery wet clit. He could feel that she was very wet inside. After some time, he removed his finger and knelt down in front of her and placed his mouth over her entire pussy. She felt his tongue penetrate her pussy lips and slide inside her. Harry felt her hands on the back of his head as she pushed his face harder between her legs. He massaged her clit with his tongue until she orgasmed. He then got up and they both got out of the shower and dried themselves. Harry took Sally's hand and led her to the bedroom and sat her on the end of the bed. He placed himself between her legs. He ran his hands through her hair and gently guided her mouth to the end of his throbbing cock. Her lips circled his cock and he could feel her tongue swirling around the end of it. He pulled her head closer to him watching her pink wet lips slide along his hard shaft. He gently pushed and pulled her head so her lips worked the entire length of his cock. He then let her take over. She sucked and licked his cock all over before lifting it up and placing his whole ball sack into her mouth. He could feel her tongue playing with and massaging his balls, moving from one to the other. Her hand was firmly grasping his throbbing manhood. After some time, she finished wetting his hard cock and soft ball sack and got up onto the bed. Harry watched as she laid back, opened her long legs and placed her middle finger deep inside her. She looked at Harry and said, "I want you inside here right now". Harry didn't hesitate. He got onto the bed placed himself over her and rubbed her pussy lips with his wet penis. She removed her finger from inside herself. He gently moved his body forward and watched as his hard wet cocks' head disappeared between her pussy's wet lips. He pressed further and felt his cock slide deep inside her until his balls were pressed hard up against her pussy. He placed his mouth over her breast again and suckled on her nipple as he slowly worked his hips and guided his hard throbbing cock in and out of her. After some time he could feel his cum wanting to flow. He increased the speed of his body to thrust his hard cock into her deeper and faster. He could feel his cum just wanting to blow. It wasn't long before his hard wet cock erupted a large flow of cum deep inside Sally's pussy. He continued penetrating her until there was no cum left. He stayed inside her for a short time before withdrawing and watching his cum slowly ooze from her soft pussy's mouth. They laid on the bed for a short while then she said thanks for bringing the shampoo into the shower for me. They had a drink before he left and went home to start his work day. Any Sally's?

26 July 2025

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After a few chats and emails we met, there was a spark, a mutual connection that we both recognised. After one such encounter and after trust was established, she accepted my invite to take a seat in my SUV's back-seat, the heat was building once the door closed. We slid closer to one another immediately yet gently kissed, cautiously even with eye contact. I moved down to her neck, carful to not leave any marks. I licked, kissed and circled my tongue along the nape of it. Her breathing became heavy, and the car soon warmed up, windows fogged, and my hands were now at work gently caressing her legs, then her thighs, and sure enough, her mound as her legs parted. She leaned back and opened wider allowing me to slide down beyond public view and commence my feasting of her beautiful pussy. I licked long and slow along each inner thigh, as my thumb circled her clit through her black knickers. I could smell and see her moist excitement as her belly rose up and down in rhythm. I pulled the panties aside and ever so slowly, softly used the flat of my tongue to just make contact as I slid from the bottom to the top of her pussy, she trembled with anticipation, moaning letting out a slight giggle. Her hands then clutched my head, and pulled me in to fully drink, swallow and suck her very hot, wet pussy lips. Oh and how I did! I was willing to drown in her excitement as I tongued and finger fucked both her holes at once into a shuddering orgasm. It was heaven! Once over, we both bode each other farewell, she exited the car, got on with her day and I hoped we would catch up again, but one never knows...

25 July 2025

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‘You’re such a good girl,’ you hear as your heart rate increases, and that familiar warmth spreads from your stomach, up your chest and starts swirling around your body. Feeling your face flush with heat, you smile and anticipate what is coming. ‘I want you on your knees. I want you to show me what a good girl you are for me,’ he calmly demands, and immediately you lower yourself to your knees, feeling the soft carpet beneath them, never taking your eyes away from his gaze and his warm smile. ‘I want you to take my pants down, slowly. I don’t want you to touch me yet, I want to feel your warm breath on me’ he instructs you. The warmth you were feeling has now cantered in your groin, each beat of your heart pounding, filling your core with heat and delicious wetness. Despite his clear instructions, you go to reach for his manhood, but a stern look stops your hands mid-air. With control, you move one hand to your achingly hard nipples, and the other between your sopping wet thighs. ‘I want you to take me in your mouth, but don’t you dare move your hands from where they are. I like seeing you pleasure yourself while you show me what a hungry, horny girl you are for me.’ If your pussy wasn’t already as wet as a July afternoon, it was positively gushing. You imagine the soft, obscene sounds of your wetness soaking the carpet beneath you. Rivers of your moistness runs through your fingers and you eagerly rub yourself to your first orgasm of the night. ‘Oh my god, just like that baby girl’ he moans through gritted teeth. His eyes closed, lost in the bliss of your talented mouth. ‘Keep sucking me just like that, you are so amazing’ he groans which tips you over the edge; powerful orgasm gripping your body and you desperately grind your fingers into yourself and grab your soft flesh tighter. You have enough restraint not to bite down on him, and continue to suck until he can’t hold back and releases himself into your eager mouth. ‘Oh my god baby girl, that’s it!” he moans, eyes closed, lost in the pleasure of your mouth. You make him cum hard. His salty release hits the back of your throat and you take it all with that talented mouth he worships. “I’ve never met someone like you and I appreciate how lucky I am to have the most perfect slut in the world.’

25 July 2025

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I know you knew sending me that GIF at work would start it… his hand trailing provocatively up her thigh as she backed against the table Asking me questions about the height & surface area of my desk Telling me you were picturing tasting me then turning me over I’d forgotten that part of myself for the longest time But the warm insistence between my thighs reminds me as I lock the storeroom door The furthest shelves hide me from prying security eyes as I back against the wall & take purchase of what lies ahead My hand grazes over the front of my jeans, the skin within so ready I imagine you behind me, your lips kissing my neck where I am sooo sensitive, your hands holding my hips firmly, leaning my ass back against your groin. I can feel your cock move as our covered skin begins to create friction. Fuck you’ve gotten hard so quick, it’s beautiful against my ass I gasp as the spark reignites within my pussy and you take the opportunity to move your hands to my stomach then smoothly up to my bra. You cup both boobs and squeeze slowly… perfectly My pussy is quivering in anticipation… But not yet My hands need to be where I’m imaging you, now inside the smooth fabric and running my nipples, tweaking lightly, nipping, cupping, massaging Fuck... ok I give in I’ve been ready for this for 2 hours I need to touch myself... and think of you touching me. One hand stays playing with my breast, the other glides over the front of my jeans Undoing the button and zip Sliding down over my now soaked panties And beneath To heat Wet Slippery So fucking slippery My fingers slide over swollen lips Swollen clit Tracing the folds Tickling Grazing Rubbing Getting wetter One finger glides further Until it slips Inside… slowly & intently A 2nd finger follows Not enough A 3rd Better In Out Slowly teasing Then harder Sooo Wet Velvet Needing Pulsing against my fingers Lifting one foot onto the shelf and wriggling my knickers further down The index finger of my other hand is drawn to my clit Fuck It’s electric Brushing against Rubbing Light pinching If only my fingers were your delicious hard cock… On that thought mmmm… fuck… I can’t stop Fuck Fuuuck OH MY GOD YEEEESSS!!!! Every nerve shatters My core pulsates Sensation rushes from pussy through to my scalp A stifled moan … some heavy breathing … some contented sighing … some realising that someone is in the next room using the copier … some finding of tissues & freshening oneself Waiting for the coast to clear Then leaving with a big ass smile on my face ☺️😊😁 (c) 2025

23 July 2025

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The waiting room is silent after hours. The usual shuffle of clients, the low murmur of conversations behind closed doors, all gone. Now, it’s just the faint smell of herbal tea and the ticking clock, marking the time I should have gone home. But I’m still here. So is he. I hear him before I see him. Footsteps on the polished floor. Slow. Measured. Not the usual hurried pace of a clinician running behind schedule. I pretend I’m working. Notes, reports — the usual things that keep me late. But when I look down, the screen’s dark, and the pen in my hand hasn’t moved in ages. I’m not working. I’m just waiting. Waiting for what, exactly, I couldn’t tell you. Until I catch the shadow moving past my door. And after a moment, there’s a knock — two soft taps, like he’s unsure whether I’ll still be here, or if he even meant to knock at all. I smooth the hem of my dress, just enough to remind myself where I am. Who I’m supposed to be here. Professional. Calm. And then I open the door. He stands there in the low light, sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes move to mine, then flick away. “Just finishing up,” I say, as if that explains anything. He nods once. “Same.” But neither of us moves. I step aside. “You can come in, if you want.” He does. Slowly. As if crossing some invisible threshold. I sit on the edge of the couch, the one I usually reserve for clients. The air feels different now. Warmer. More alert. He stands by the window for a moment, looking out into the darkened city, then turns back toward me. “I always wonder what your office feels like at night,” he says, his voice quieter now. I smile, feeling the space shift between us. “After hours, the masks come off.” He doesn’t laugh, but something flickers in his expression. He steps closer. Not quite close enough to touch, but I can feel the shift in the air between us. A charged stillness. There’s a silence where we could both pull back. Let the moment pass. But neither of us fills it. Instead, he raises a hand, not quite touching me, just hovering at my jaw, like he’s waiting for me to change my mind. I don’t. I breathe. That’s all. He lets his fingers brush the side of my neck, light and searching. His thumb traces the edge of my collarbone like a question. I answer by leaning in, just a little. That’s enough. His fingers tighten, not enough to hurt, just enough that I feel the weight of his hand, solid, grounding. His mouth finds mine a second later, hungry, deliberate, like he’s done thinking about whether he should. The first kiss isn’t gentle. It’s searching. A little rough. Exactly what I’ve been holding back from. I breathe into him, and he takes that too. When his other hand finds my waist, I feel myself soften, body leaning into his without thinking. My hands move to his chest, fingers curling against the fabric of his shirt, just needing something to hold onto. I can feel the tension in him. Like he’s still fighting the instinct to take more. Like he’s afraid I’ll stop him. “I locked the door,” I whisper against his mouth. “You don’t have to keep holding back.” That’s when his control slips. His mouth claims mine again, deeper this time. His hand slides down, fingers splaying possessively at my hip. He pushes me gently back, guiding me onto the couch, settling between my legs. My skirt rides up as he presses closer. I let it. I want him to feel how little I’m resisting. When his hand finally slides up my thigh, skin to skin, I can’t help the sound I make, soft, involuntary, shamefully desperate. His fingers pause at the edge of my underwear, and I think I might lose my mind if he hesitates now. But he doesn’t. The first touch is slow. Teasing. Like he’s memorizing the way my body responds. He strokes me carefully, deliberately, just enough to drive me insane without giving me what I need. I arch into him, voice catching. “Don’t make me beg.” His breath hitches. I feel it, even as he finally slips his fingers beneath the lace, sliding into the heat of me, slow and firm. My body clenches around him automatically, and he swears under his breath low and rough, like he wasn’t prepared for how ready I am for him. “You’re—” he starts, but stops. Like the words might ruin it. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him down until his mouth is against my neck. “Just don’t stop.” And he doesn’t. His fingers slide deeper, slow but deliberate, and my body reacts without hesitation, tightening around him, pulling him in. He moves expertly, dragging each motion out until I feel my thighs trembling against his hips. I gasp against his mouth, trying to muffle the sounds, but he feels the way I shake, the way my nails dig into his shoulders. “Say it,” he murmurs, voice low against my skin. “Please.” I don’t even know what I’m asking for anymore. More. Faster. Anything. Just don’t stop. His thumb finds the spot just above where he’s buried inside me, and when he circles there, slow, exact. I feel my whole body jolt, my back arching up off the couch, pressing my chest flush to his. “Just like that.” My voice cracks. “God—don’t stop.” I’m close. Too fast. I don’t even care. His mouth captures mine again, swallowing every broken sound, every curse, as he pushes me higher, his fingers working me relentlessly now. His other hand cradles the back of my neck, anchoring me to him as my body begins to unravel. I try to warn him. Try to tell him I’m right there, but my words fall apart. When I come, it rips through me, hot, shaking, overwhelming. I cling to him, body convulsing around his fingers, my breath caught somewhere between a cry and a gasp. My whole world narrows to the pulse of pleasure radiating from his touch, wave after wave until I collapse against him, boneless, trembling. He doesn’t move right away. Keeps his fingers inside me, gentle now, grounding me through the aftershocks. His mouth brushes along my jaw, softening, soothing, as if he’s reminding me it’s over. But I don’t want space. Not yet. I feel his breath at my ear. “You should’ve told me you needed that.” I smile, still catching my breath. “I didn’t know how much.” He finally withdraws his hand, slow and careful. I shiver when he does. “I’ll remember that next time.” His tone is warm now. Confident. Certain there will be one. He draws his hand back, slow, almost reverent. I’m still catching my breath, but already, something in me is shifting. The haze of pleasure clears just enough for something sharper to surface. Desire, yes — but not just to feel. To take. He’s watching me now. Eyes dark. Waiting to see what I’ll do. Maybe expecting me to melt further into the couch, to let him gather me up and leave things right there. But he should know better. I sit up slowly, legs still spread, skirt rucked indecently high on my thighs. I don’t adjust it. I want him to see me like this, flushed and open and I want him to know I’m not done. His gaze drops to my mouth, like he’s waiting for instruction. Good. I reach for his belt. Steady. Unhurried. Not asking. Just claiming. His breath stutters. “You don’t have to—” I cut him off with a look. A quiet, unmistakable command. He stays still. Good boy. The belt comes loose with a quiet slide. The button, the zipper, he’s already hard, pressing against the fabric, and when I free him, the weight of it in my hand makes my mouth water. I stroke him once, slow and steady. His hips twitch and his mouth drops open. I lower myself to my knees in front of him, when I take him in my mouth, I hear the way his breath shatters. One hand grips the edge of the couch for balance. The other hovers, like he wants to touch me, guide me, bury his fingers in my hair. I take him deeper the second time, tongue curling, lips firm, setting the pace I want. He groans, low and rough. I know he’s fighting the urge to fuck into my mouth. Good. Let him ache for it. I hollow my cheeks and watch his control start to fray. His thighs tighten. His jaw clenches. “I’m close,” he warns, voice strained. I hum around him — permission, encouragement, maybe even a challenge. His breath breaks apart as he loses it, coming in hot pulses against my tongue. I take every drop, swallowing without flinching, not breaking eye contact as he falls apart. He’s panting. Flushed. Beautiful like this, coming apart in the chair where others usually confess to me.. He’s still catching his breath, eyes wide like he’s not sure what just hit him. I give him a moment. Let him sit with it. I take my time pulling on my jacket, smoothing the lapel. Composure is half the point. I lean in close, my voice just a whisper and give him a wink. “Plenty to reflect on. Professionally, of course.” And then I step into the hallway, leaving him in my office and very much in his head.

23 July 2025

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We were lucky enough to have a weekend to ourselves. We booked a hotel room 2 hours away so we could continue our clandestine affair. Della's hubby was away and I was working away from home, so we were both horny as hell and looking forward to fucking each other stupid. We'd been sexting, sharing videos and pics and masturbating regularly during phone sex that we were literally going crazy with lust for each other. As soon as we checked-in late one Friday evening, we got to our room and stated passionately kissing, our lounges entwined, and our hands over each other's bodies. We ripped our clothes off and Della laid down naked on the bed. She opened her legs and I was out of control with lust as I took in the view and my burning desire to be inside her. I got on top of her, kissed her wildly and positioned myself to enter her. I slid straight in and she moaned and I grunted. It was passionate, lusty, animalistic and amazing as I thrust inside her, sliding the length of my cock into her. She raised her hips to meet my thrusts as we were now totally consumed with desire. I grabbed the headboard and used it as leverage to slam my cock into her. She moaned and cried out 'yes, fuck me' as I slammed into her. The bed was making loud a banging noise with each thrust and I'm sure anybody nearby would of heard. I continued fucking her, one hand one the headboard and the other pinching her nipples as she cried 'please fuck me, fuck me hard'. I grabbed the headboard with both hands and fucked her as hard, deep and fast as I could. Within minutes, she came. She cried out, bucking wildly as her pleasure took over. God, I loved to make this woman cum. It was such an incredibly intense and mesmerising experience for me. I was hooked. The joy and satisfaction I received from pleasuring this woman was intoxicating, in that moment nothing else mattered. She later told me no one had ever fucked her like that. The sex was mind blowing and we were keen for heaps more.

19 July 2025

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Driving home one night a lady pulled me over, she had dark skin with frizzy hair, she was curvy and had large breasts. I asked her if she needed a lift and she said yes and jumped in... I asked her where she wanted to go “she said my place”… At my place she was very open with me, we talked a little then she asked me to fuck. We played for some time, I asked her to come to bed where she played with me and sucking my cock. She enjoyed me squeezing her tits as I touch her pussy while she held my cock, we both got very horny she pinned me down jumped on top of me riding me wetting the sheets, then asking me to fuck her from behind hard. Her ass was a piece of art she had amazing curves.. I then took control… I lay her down got the coconut oil and spread her legs, while squeezing her tits I and started softly massaging her pussy with the oil, she got really horny again and took hold of my cock. I put my two fingers inside of her finding her g spot and the a magic touch made her squirt repeatedly. I got between her legs and licked her pussy putting my cock inside of her to cum, she the told me to “fuck her up the ass hard and to cum please”

17 July 2025

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After our initial hook up at the Christmas party (see 'It started with a dance) Della and I were constantly texting at work. We both loved our first time together and we both wanted more, a lot more. Our texts quickly became sexts and were driving me crazy. Della told me how much she loved fucking me and then went on to describe all the things she wanted to do in bed. This girl was hot af and kinky as hell. I soon learnt there was nothing she wouldn't do, and I wanted it bad. One day, she texted me to meet her in the conference room after 4. The place was pretty quiet by then as most of the staff had gone home. We'd shared a lot of sexts that day and we were both horny as hell. I meet her there and we started going for it. Within a couple of minutes she was laying on the conference table, her dress was around her waist and her legs were spread wide open, revealing her beautiful wet naked pussy to me. She'd taken her panties off and cut a hole out of her stockings around her pussy so I could fuck her. She claimed it was for a 'quick get away if needed.' This was an open invitation I was wasn't going to refuse! I unzipped my pants, got my rock hard cock out and slide straight inside her glorious pussy. Omg, it was heaven. We both moaned as I stood between her legs, fucking her with urgency and passion. This continued for a few minutes, before she wanted to get on top and fuck me. I laid down on the floor and she straddled me, my cock sliding all the way in. We fucked liked animals and within minutes, this beautiful woman was cumming right there on the floor of the conference room at work! She took a moment to recover and then got off me and took my cock, covered in her pussy juice, in her mouth. She proceeded to give me the best bj of my life, I mean this girl was good! Not long after, I came in her mouth and like the beautiful woman she is, didn't spill a drop. We got up put our clothes back on, hugged and kissed before getting out of there. It truly was a fantastic encounter with an awesome woman.

10 July 2025

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I worked with Della for 2 years. I had always found her attractive. She was a tall, slim brunette who had an infectious laugh and incredible smile. I was attracted to her from the first day we met and I wanted her, but there was one problem, she was married. The end of year Christmas party was coming up and everyone was looking forward to going. There was lots of alcohol, food, music and dancing. I hadn't seen much of Della all night, but somehow we managed to find each other on the dance floor. We were both pretty drunk at that stage and we ended up dancing and talking for the rest of the night. Della was fairly drunk and asked me to take her home, being the gentleman that I am, I made sure we got back to her safely. Her husband was working away and we had the place to ourselves. We both crashed on the couch and woke up the next day fully clothed and feeling a bit sore and sorry. After some small talk, Della came over to me and started kissing me. Her lips were so soft and full, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in so I could passionately kiss her back. Our kiss continued as our tongues found each other and entwined, exploring each other's mouth as our passion and desire took over. Della stop kissing me and reached down. to undo my belt and trousers. I lifted my hips as she removed my trousers and underwear. I was hard by then and Della didn't hesitate to the length of my cock in her mouth and began sucking and bobbing her head up and down on me. After some time had passed, I'm not sure how long I was too engrossed in Della's magnificent work, she stopped sucking stood up and undressed. She laid back down next to me and opened her legs. I was enthralled with the view of her wonderful pussy, wet and open, inviting me in to fuck her. I needed no further encouragement. I stood up, lifted her legs onto my shoulders and pounded her hard and deep. She moaned and said 'fuck yes' as I continued to slam my cock in her soaking wet pussy. She came a few minutes later and we swapped positions. She laid on her back and we went at it again, missionary style. We kissed, I pinched her nipples, bit her neck and arms as we fucked losing ourselves to lust and desire, engulfed in our need to pleasure and be pleasured. That day was the start of an incredible affair between two people that lasted for 2 years. It was the most passionate, kinky, lustful, satisfying and loving sex we have ever had, which I will never forget.

7 July 2025

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I had been planning a trip back to my old home town, so decided that I would have a look online to see if I could find some fun while I was there. I started chatting with this couple Jane & Jim (not their real names) and told them that I had an up coming trip back home and asked them if there were any events going on around the place while I was there. They said that there wasn’t a lot going on at that time of the year as most things had finished after the New Year’s celebrations. We contained to chat a few more times and discovered that we had a bit in common and decided that we should meet up for a drink while I was there. Fast forward 3 month and numerous messages and photo swaps, my trip was finally happening and I was about to meet Jim & Jane in person. We had agreed to meet at one of the bars close to where we were both staying, I showered, shaved and then headed down to meet Jim & Jane. By the time I got to the bar, they had already gotten a table and were starting their second drink, I introduced myself, asked if they would like another round which they said yes and I went to the bar to get our drinks. It was a good thing that I had to go to the bar as after seeing Jane for the first time in person I was starting to get a bit of a hard on, Jane was hotter in person than her photos. Jane was about 5’8” Slim build, blond hair and very checky. I grabbed our drinks and headed back to the table; Jane pulled the chair out for me to sit right next to her. We chatted for a while, ordered some more drinks and food as we were all getting along very well, I excused myself so I could go to the restroom and as I returned, I could see that Jim & Jane had been chatting about something as they both had big smiles on their faces. As I sat down Jane’s hand landed right on top of my thigh and she started to rub up and down the inner part with a couple of cheeky rubs over my cock, Jane then lent over to me and whispered in my ear.. I want you to fuck me; she could feel the bulge in my pants getting bigger. I looked at Jim, he looked at me and then nodded, I whispered in Jane's ear that I would love to fuck her as long as Jim’s ok with that, Jane replied that Jim was a cuckold and dose what he is told to do, I said say no more let’s do this so we finished our food & drinks and headed back to their room. We go back to their room, which had a very nice view of the city from their balcony where we chatted a bit more, had a few more drinks and Jane and I had a couple of kisses, the next thing I know, Jane has my pants down around my ankles and my cock in her mouth, here I am standing on this balcony trying not to react too much to this fantastic blowjob I was getting from Jane, as people are walking along the footpath below. Jim sitting in his chair and watching the show going on before starts to rub his own cock through his paints, I could see how horny he was getting so instructed him to stop playing and just sit there and watch his wife do her thing, I told Jane that we should take this to the bedroom and told Jim to sit on the chair next to the bedroom so he could hear me fuck his wife. We got to the bedroom with clothes flying everywhere, I pushed Jane onto the bed and started to work my way over her gorgeous body, I started licking her nipples, Jane let out a gap, I rubbed my hand down towards her pussy and found that she was very wet, I slid a finger inside her and started to rub het clit with my thumb, Jane let out an OMG. I looked up to see Jim standing at the door, I said to Jim, do you like what I’m doing to Jane, he said yes and then I asked him would he like to join us, he replied yes, I told him to go back and sit down in the lounge room as I haven’t finished with his wife. I looked down at Jane and she had a big smile on her face and said to me that she loved the way I ordered her husband around and then said get down there and eat me out, I didn’t need to be told twice as I dove down to start eating her very wet delicious pussy. The sound that was coming from Jane was making me so horny and hard, as my tongue was slowly exploring every part of her, all of a sudden, I felt Jane’s body tense has she started to orgasm, not only was she a very hot women, she also tasted amazing and I just kept on licking her clit until she came again. By this time Jane was begging for me to fuck her, I got up to my knees and started to rub the head of my cock slowly over her clit with a few little cock slaps thrown in, Jane’s moans are starting to become very loud and I see Jim pecking around the corner with his cock in his hand and having the odd stroke. I slowly worked my way in to her, getting longer with every stroke, I could feel Janes legs starting to twitch on my shoulders as she was getting closer to coming again, her moans when to another level with OMG, OMFG, I was starting to get close myself and a I asked Jane where she would like me to deposit my load, she replied on my stomach which I did. We both laid on the bed next to each other with a smile on our face, I called out to Jim and told him to come in and clean up the mess on aisle 1, Jim walked into the room with a towel but I stopped him and told him to clean up the mess with his tongue. Jim jump on the bed and started to lick up my deposit and it looked like he was enjoying way too much, I asked him if he had been wanking while listening to us, he said he had, I asked if he would like to fuck his wife now, he said he would, I told him to go stand in the corner of the room and don’t look as I haven’t finished fucking Jane. When I had finished with Jane, I could see that Jim is busting to get into the action, I said to Jane should we let him have a go, Jane smiled and said he can have 1 minute so make the most of it, I don’t think Jim lasted 30 seconds before letting go. We all moved into the lounge room have another drink before saying our good nights, Jane thanked me for a great night and I headed back to my room.

7 July 2025

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A few days after I had fucked Laura while her friend Jane watched, I received a phone call from Jane. She was having some friends around that night and she wanted me to come. She told me Laura would not be there. I arrived at Jane's and found the other people were her boyfriend, another couple and Kathy. We were all in the kitchen, talking and drinking when I noticed that Kathy had left the room. There was music in the lounge room and I found Kathy swaying to the beat. She looked very sexy in her tight jeans and t-shirt. I began to dance with her, which soon had us moving closer together. I brushed my hands across her waist and hips and met no resistance. Hands to the waist again, brushing them up her body and along the sides of her breasts. Her hands were now on my chest and down to my hips. I responded with the old “lets get this t-shirt off” move and she was now dancing in her bra and jeans. By now, everybody else had come from the kitchen to watch us as we continued to dance and fondle each other. I pulled her towards me and removed her bra, revealing breasts that had had some excellent work done to them. Not to be left out, Jane pulled my t-shirt off and now Kathy and I were dancing while rubbing our chests together. Kathy was already barefoot so I took her jeans off very smoothly and she was left dancing in a g-string in front of our audience. Jane, being keen to help, undid my jeans and pulled them off. Soon I had Kathy stepping out of her g-string as I pulled it down. The ever-helpful Jane relieved me of my underwear. My cock was already hard and Kathy's cunt was wet as I ran my finger along it. We were both very turned on by having an audience. I led Kathy to the couch and laid her down. I slid my very hard cock into her very wet cunt as the audience of four watched. This was getting too exciting for me so I pulled out. Kathy asked if there was anything wrong, I told I was over-excited and just needed to calm down a bit. Thirty seconds later my cock was back in her wet cunt and we began the show in front of our audience. At some point, the audience drifted away, leaving us to concentrate on our fucking and positioning. Kathy told me she was going to come so I began to pound her harder so that we came at the same time. As I pulled my cock out of her I could see my cum leaking from her very wet cunt.

5 July 2025

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Was nice to get some positive feedback on my last story so I thought I’d give it another crack. This one’s a prequel; I talked about how I’d got used to pushing Jackie, ultimately getting her to deliver on my fantasy of her taking other lovers. But we’d started WAY back before then and I’d learned exactly how to push her buttons. This story goes right back to shortly after we’d first got together. We’d actually known each other for years, had a few casual short term things going, and always got on, so kept in touch by email, phone and yes, the odd handwritten letter (those were the days!) while carrying on our lives, both of us living and working overseas for periods.   Finally our planets aligned and we were both back in London at the same time so we arranged to meet for dinner. I honestly didn’t have any particular plan, but she arrived in the shortest skirt, and highest shoes, I had ever seen her wear in all the time I’d known her. I completely folded and was lost in lust. We’ve never looked back from that night and have been together ever since.   __________ The story here comes from a few weeks after we’d got together, when we were going to meet her mates (mostly for the first time, I’d met a couple of them).   J and her friends had this really good set up where her group of friends met up once every 2 months to do something, people taking it in turns to organize an activity. We’d go to an art gallery, or the theatre, or do something active. On this occasion it was her turn, and she wanted to organize a joke ‘school sports day’ – silly races like you used to at school, egg/spoon, sack race and the like.   So of course she roped me in to helping her! We found a decent place to do this – a picnic site with a large area of flat grass next to a wood. It had facilities like water & toilets we could use, but wasn’t too busy – ideal. So we planned the day, sent the invites, and got ourselves organized on the day.   Her mates turned up – there were about 20 of us – and we had a great time. Some silly games, some silly prizes, nice food, a couple of drinks, and the weather was perfect, maybe 26 degrees and sunny but we had the shade of the trees.   After the sports we were chatting and I was getting to know Jackie’s mates. One in particular kept finding excuses to chat with me and I was loving the attention. I’ve been blessed with the ability to instantly know if someone has the hots for me my whole life, and this girl – Natalie, a half Italian brunette stunner – was giving out all the signals.   I was amused. I’ve been a player in my time but I’m loyal and not a liar, so there was no question of doing anything, I was Jackie’s guy. Jackie soon picked up on it though and started getting jealous, so then she was pretty much stuck like glue to me for the last half hour or so, holding on to me and giving me little kisses. And I her – I wasn’t using the situation.   We saw everyone off and started packing up the last things to head home, although we kept stopping to kiss. The whole jealousy scenario had turned both of us on a bit and this was early in our relationship so, well, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.   “I can’t wait to get you home,” she said as we finished up.   I reached for her hand, pulled her to me and kissed her again. The little devil on my shoulder was saying something to me. I’ve always loved a bit of al fresco sex and I quite like a bit of exhibitionism & voyeurism. We’d talked about what each of us did or didn’t like at this stage and she wasn’t up for that, and was really very reserved in general, but our sex was great – far from vanilla. And what she said about what she thought was ‘proper’ when she wasn’t turned on didn’t seem to me to chime with how she behaved in bed when she was turned on.   I thought she might be just turned on enough by the jealousy scenario, the buzz of a couple of drinks, the great day and the lovely, cooling air of the late afternoon to not insist on waiting ‘until we got home’.   I gave her a wink.   “We’ve got all evening,” I said, “I really want you too but it’s been such a lovely day, this is such a beautiful place and the air and light is wonderful. Let’s let anticipation make it even sweeter and go for a walk in the woods to round off the day.”   I’m figuring she knew what my game was here but was happy to go along with it anyway. Which, looking back on it years later, was probably right. Like I said, the reserve she claims can melt away pretty quickly if you press the right buttons.   “Sure,” she said, ‘but not TOO long.”   She gave me a look which told me exactly what she was promising here and my cock twitched in my pants, then held out her hand which I took, and we walked hand in hand into the woods.   And it WAS beautiful, there was a slight breeze, no one around, flowers on the forest floor and the late afternoon light rippling through the trees. We kept stopping for a quick kiss and cuddle. After about 10-15 minutes we came to a beautiful small clearing.   “I think we should turn round now,’ she said, “I do have plans for this evening.”   She gave me a look with only one meaning.   “Come here,” I said, with more of a note of command, looking deep into her eyes.   She willingly stepped forward and I took her firmly in my arms and kissed her hard and ran my hand down her side, down over her hips and round to her bum. We were both wearing shorts and sneakers, I just had a polo shirt on and she a spaghetti strap top that was tight on her 38D chest. The strength of my pull of her up and into me lifted her heels off the floor. I loved using my strength with her, it turned her on, and I pushed my tongue into her mouth and kissed her even harder, eliciting a small gasp.   My shorts were not doing a great job of concealing my rapidly hardening cock and she could hardly fail to notice it as I was pulling her into me so firmly. I felt her rub against it deliberately. I kissed her neck and just under her ear which always gets her going and she purred, then reached her hand to between us and started rubbing my cock through my shorts.   “I’m really horny,” she said, “but someone might see!”   “They won’t,” I replied firmly, though frankly I didn’t care if they did or didn’t. “There’s no one for miles.”   I flicked open my own shorts and pulled her hand into my shorts and boxers and she curled her little hand round my now hard shaft and gave it a couple of strokes. I had moved my hand inside her pants too and wriggled it round to gently stroke the outside of her furry slit, feeling her part her legs slightly to give me better access.   “God I love your cock,” she breathed into my ear, “it feels so hard and yet so soft at the same time. Like an iron bar in a moleskin glove.”   She carried on feeling my shaft and then down to my balls before cupping them and rolling them in my hand, as my shorts and boxers fell to my ankles. I pulled hers down too so she could flex her hips and give me enough width to be able to slip one finger into her, and she moaned slightly.   “So thick… so hard,” she muttered.   I looked deep in her eyes. “Suck it,” I said forcefully, noticing her look around. “No one is here, no one can see. Get on your knees and get my cock in your mouth, you know you want to.”   She complied. She sank to her knees and kissed the end of my throbbing cock, then slowly licked her way down the shaft, planting kisses all the way, murmuring stuff about hard rods and soft skin as she did. She swirled her tongue round my balls.   “Suck them,” I commanded. “Suck those balls into your mouth one after the other. Feel how full of cum they are for you, imagine how it will feel when they empty in you.”   Again she complied, sucking one ball into her mouth and rolling her tongue around it, then the other. My cock was visibly throbbing at this point as I looked down at it, and looked at her pretty hand holding my shaft up so she could reach my sack, her copper curls cascading over her shoulders.   Then she moved back up the shaft to the tip. She peeled my foreskin down over my fat, mushroom helmet and licked under the edge, then formed her mouth into the perfect O and slowly took the tip of my cock into it. She pulled off a second to gather her saliva and pushed back on to me, taking the whole head this time and then sucking. Fuck she was hot and wet.   Again and again she pulled back and pushed forward, each time making her mouth as wet and wide as possible before pushing down, taking an extra inch every time. She reached down and started rubbing her clit as she sucked me, rocking back and forth. Finally I bottomed out in her mouth with about half-2/3 of my shaft buried in her. I didn’t expect her to be able to get me in her throat – I’m too thick – but it didn’t matter. On every down stroke she’d get to her limits then suck and do whatever she could with her tongue before pulling back.   She pulled off me, gasping.   “Sorry, jaw hurts,” she said, “opening so wide.”   I pulled her up and kissed her, telling her it had been fantastic. I wanted to taste her now, but couldn’t do a proper job with her legs bound together with her pants, so moved to pull them off at least one foot so I could open her legs wide.   She shook her head and pulled me up, kissed me hard, then whispered in my ear   “No… someone might come, need to pull pants up quick in a hurry if they do.”   She was turned on beyond belief though, kissing and pawing at me. I snaked my hand down to her pussy to keep her on the boil, running my fingers through her sparse pubic hair and between her soaking pussy lips. She shuddered slightly and groaned against my lips, moving her hips up and down against my finger, desperate for more.   “Let’s have a quickie,” I gasped into her ear. “No one’s here, I need you. We could. I could take you from behind, over that log.”   She was wriggling and writhing against me and looked quickly over to where I meant. There was a fallen tree with a thick trunk so I formed almost like the height of a table or desk. Then turned her head back and quickly nodded.   We both wanted to act fast. I turned her round, kissed the back of her neck with my hand still buried in her snatch as she arched against me, then pushed her over the tree. She put her hands out on to the trunk and put her arse in the air and tried to get her legs as wide as her pants would allow. Her pussy was visibly open, soaking and quivering, begging for a cock.   I positioned myself behind her and rubbed the fat head of my cock on her lips. She was mewing and trying to push back on to me. I didn’t hang about, I didn’t know how for how long her lust would overcome her reserve and I didn’t want her to change her mind. I forced my dick in to her in 3 hard thrusts. I don’t have the world’s longest cock but I have always been proud of my girth and I couldn’t get it in in one go. I knocked the breath out of her as my cock forced her wide open and I started to give her the best, deepest thrusts I could given the constraints of both of us having pants round our ankles.   She was gasping and backing on to me as I held her hips and marvelled at her gorgeous, creamy arse – classic redhead skin - and her pussy clenching at my dick as I pounded her, her arsehole winking involuntarily as I pushed and pulled her hips.   “Fucking hell yes!” she grunted. “So thick. So deep. Don’t stop.”   I had absolutely no intention of stopping but I was beginning to tire. Fucking horny though this was, it was slightly awkward. J’s only 5’2” and I had to bend my knees at a weird angle to thrust up into her, and she was trying to get on tippy toes too, so we were both struggling a bit with the position. This is why when we fuck doggy style in a standing position I always get her to keep her heels on! (well, it’s a good excuse :D)   I pulled my cock out and turned her round, kissed her deeply, then hitched her bum up in my hands, picking her whole weight up, and pushed her back on to the trunk. She realized what I was trying to do and laid back on the trunk and picked her feet up, so I was holding her in the air using the tree to take some of her weight with my hands still holding her arse up to take the rest of it.   That was better. With her feet together on my chest still held by her pants, she could open her legs wide. I moved my hips forward and speared my cock deep into her. Her eyes rolled in her head with this much deeper penetration and she let out a deep groan.   It was better for me too, I’m a simple guy most of the time and I like my cock going deep and hard in to a wet pussy. In this position I could move her hips and cunt on to my cock as I started thrusting hard into her, giving her deep long strokes. Her tits were jiggling in time with this assault and her top lost its ability to contain her left boob and it spilled out, flushed and with a gorgeous erect nipple. I’m not sure she even noticed.   We were both still feeling the urgency to make this a pretty quick fuck, given our exposed position, but both also loving the cool forest air on our half naked bodies as we coupled. The position was doing it for both of us and I could feel that familiar tingle in my balls. I knew I could come pretty quickly just by looking at something that would do it for me – her flushed face, her escaped boob, her pussy submitting to my assault, but I wanted her to come too.   She knew I was near too.   “Ahhhh, I can see your come face!” she cried in a low voice and with a wide smile, “go on, fuck me, come in me.”   She was looking me deep in the eye as I fucked her and as she said this, urging me on. I knew she was close but didn’t know if she was close enough to come.   I decided to try something. I flicked my eyes up past her head then back to her face.   “Someone’s watching us,” I hissed, my eyes wide.   Her eyes went even wider and she shook her head and her shoulders started shaking. For a moment I thought she was looking round to see, or was going to push me away, but I was wrong.   “Don’ care, don’ care, don’ care!” she cried urgently, in a voice she was trying to suppress.   “Jus’ fuck me, don’ stop, don’ stop!!”   At this point her shoulders were shaking and heaving, a massive flush spread right over her chest and up her neck, and she was grabbing my hips and arse trying to pull me harder and deeper into her. Then something amazing happened – on a particularly hard stroke her pussy just suddenly opened up and was instantly soaking, like literally 2 or 3 times wetter, and wide to the point of being completely loose even round my thick shaft.   At the same time her entrance tightened. It honestly felt like my cock was being gripped round the base by a hand that was squeezing on it, whilst my shaft and head was buried in something that was suddenly like a soaking wet football stadium. I felt a spray of her juice on my pubes and balls, whether she was actually squirting or it was just the pressure of my pounding forcing her wetness out, I didn’t know, but I didn’t fucking care to be honest. I was almost instantly ready to cum.   She was already there. Her hips and thighs started convulsing against me and she cried out.   “Unh, unh, yes, yes, YES! NOW! NOW!” she was virtually screaming.   Her hands were clawing at me, she threw her head back and shut her eyes tight and shuddered, shoulders and hips shaking as that wonderful cunt clenched then released, clenched then released, spurts of juice soaking my balls on each release as she went through a half minute or more orgasm.   I gave her one last, hard thrust and pulled her bum, forcing her on to me as deep as I could possibly go and let out a guttural groan. I looked down to the join of the root of my cock and her sparse ginger bush, and let fly. My balls jumped and twitched as I emptied myself into her. I was probably grinding away trying to get even an extra millimetre deeper, but I don’t think she was in any state to notice.   Her legs flopped apart but I held her up and held her to me – ever the gentleman! – so she didn’t hit the deck. Leaned over and kissed her and made sure she was back in the land of the living, then set her down gently once I could be sure her legs were going to hold her. My cock flopped out of her and cum and juice spewed out and dripped on the forest floor. We both looked at it, looked at each other, shrugged, and laughed. Well, giggled to be honest.   “What an amazing fuck,” I said to her, “YOU are an amazing fuck. Thank you.”   She just smiled and hugged me. We still had our pants pulled down so hurriedly pulled them up and dusted ourselves off, and furtively looked around to see if anyone was there. We were alone.   ____________ She hugged my arm on the way back to the campsite and the car. I could see there was something on her mind but she was quiet. Finally she blurted it out.   “Was there REALLY someone watching?” she asked.   “I… think so. I could have sworn I saw a face of someone hiding behind a tree,” I replied, lying. “Maybe they were wanking and got off and hid or something.”   “Hmm,” was her only response.   I could see her thinking about it. I think she knew I’d made it up. I also think she knew it had really excited her. I didn’t care if she was going to admit it or not. I’d just enjoyed one of the best sex sessions of my whole life.   We were both learning lots about our respective sexual response at that point in our relationship. I’m not sure she’d twigged yet how much of a deviant I could be, but I think she was beginning to enjoy what could happen when I pushed her out of her comfort zone. For my part I was revelling in the amazing physical response of this woman. I was no angel and had plenty of experience, but I’d never seen or felt a woman come like she did, in real life or in porn. There was absolutely nothing fake or equivocal about it, it was a totally authentic surrender to her body’s reactions.   Not that every time we had sex was like this. Like most women, she could have smaller orgasms as well as the huge releases and enjoy them if not quite as much, differently. But the really, really big ones were always heralded by that ‘wet pit’ feeling that had really taken me by surprise. Sometimes it would be on my tongue, more often from a really thorough pounding, and the extra spice.- like thinking she’d been caught – always made it happen. And it would make me come buckets too, every time.   ______________   When the whole delicacy about whether I’d been truthful had died down, I felt safe enough to tease her a bit about exhibitionism. The thing that really got me going was how when she thought someone had caught us, it had really pushed her over the edge into a massive orgasm. This was a total revelation for me as she could be a very reserved person – until her blood was up. I realised then that pushing her in this way was going to be the key.   Some switch had flicked inside her too, even though she wouldn’t talk openly about it other than the odd, very occasional sex-charged pillow talk session (that reserve again!). I noticed that every time her parents or sisters were staying over at ours, or every time we went to visit them, she’d want to fuck.   Jackie is *extremely* vocal when she fucks and especially when she comes, when we’re on our own, but she’d got to a point where it was a massive turn on for her to see if she could stay quiet enough for them not to hear and fuck anyway. I too found this hugely arousing. I swear on more than on occasion she’d let out a small cry deliberately, then try to stuff her or my hand into her mouth, or a pillow if I was taking her from behind, to get the spice of thinking her family had heard the cry and had ears pricked to see if it continued. The dirty little minx would always come like a train on these occasions.   It became a bit of a game with us, especially on holiday, to finding places we could fuck outside where we *might* get caught but might not. Or where we could possibly be spotted if people were awake and alert. I’ve lost count of the number of times I bent her over on a hotel balcony and ploughed her pussy, or we screwed with curtains and windows wide open in a high rise hotel surrounded by other tall buildings.   That’s one of the things I love so much about this woman – once you flick that switch inside her and overcome the inhibition, she’ll be open to getting revved up again with a similar situation, with *just enough* regularity to keep you guessing, keep you on the boil, and keep it fresh :-)

2 July 2025

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It started with a look. Georgie walked ahead of me, hips swaying like they had a personal vendetta against every sane thought I’d ever had. Her heels clicked sharply on the polished tile floor of the lingerie section — a warning shot if ever I heard one. Stockings, black lace, and delicate silks fluttered around us, but nothing came close to the dangerous curve of her smirk when she turned and said, “Pick one. I’ll try it on… if you’re good.” Oh, I was already bad. I handed her a delicate, white lace set that looked like sin sewn into fabric — just to see how far she’d go. She disappeared into the change room, but the curtain didn’t quite shut. That was deliberate. Everything about Georgie was deliberate. “Come in,” she purred, and that was it — the last thread of control snapped. I stepped into the tiny change room and pulled the curtain shut behind me. The lighting was low, warm, golden… like a secret whispered in the dark. Georgie stood with her back to me, hair loose down her back, wearing nothing but that lace. And heels. Those fucking heels. I moved in close. My hands found her hips, sliding along the smooth curve of her waist before pulling her back against me. She gasped — soft and sharp — as my lips traced the line of her neck, then lower, nibbling down to the swell of her breast. “You’re trouble,” she breathed. “And you’re about to get fucked like it,” I growled. She turned to face me, eyes smouldering. No hesitation. I pushed her gently back against the mirror, the cold glass making her arch with a gasp. My mouth was everywhere — throat, collarbone, the edge of her lace bra — tongue teasing, teeth scraping, hands pinning her like I’d claimed her for good. She moaned when my fingers slid beneath the waistband of her thong. Slick. Hot. Ready. “Fuck, Georgie,” I groaned, voice low and raw. “You’re soaked.” “Then do something about it.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I spun her around, her hands braced against the mirror. That perfect arse in those lace briefs had me right on the edge. I pulled them down just enough, then freed myself — thick, hard, desperate. She moaned as I teased her entrance, the head of my cock sliding between her folds. When I pushed inside her, we both lost our breath. She was tight, wet heat clenching around me as I thrust deep. My hand slid up her spine, gripping her hair, pulling her back so I could whisper filth into her ear. Every movement was rougher than the last — hips slamming, breath ragged, bodies colliding in a rhythm that echoed against the glass and velvet curtain. “You wanted this,” I growled, fucking her harder, watching our reflection. “You wore those heels on purpose.” She whimpered, “I wanted you to lose control.” I did. I gripped her hips and pounded into her, deeper, faster, until I felt her legs shake — her body tightening, her breath catching as she came hard around me, biting her own knuckle to muffle the cry. I followed with a grunt, buried deep, emptying myself inside her with one final, shuddering thrust. We stood there for a moment — breathing, pulsing, wrecked. Then Georgie looked over her shoulder with a wicked grin. “So,” she said, lips curling, “what do you think of the fit?”

29 June 2025

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The public pool was chaos — school holidays, a heatwave, and the place packed to the gills. Families everywhere. Lifeguards barking orders. The wet slap of feet on concrete echoing nonstop. But behind the change room door? That was another world entirely. She’d slipped me a look earlier — over the top of her sunglasses, blonde hair tied up in a messy bun, tits nearly spilling out of her black one-piece like they were trying to cause a riot. Curvy, wet, and every inch built for trouble. She mouthed just one word: Now. I followed her like a man hypnotised. The change room was humid, damp, and echoing. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. The smell of chlorine mixed with cheap body spray and something darker: anticipation. She dragged me into the furthest stall, slammed the door shut, and pushed me against the cold tiled wall. “You’ve been staring all day,” she hissed, breath hot against his mouth. “About time you put that tongue to better use.” Her swimsuit had a zip — front and centre. She pulled it down slowly, letting her massive tits bounce free like they’d been caged too long. They were glistening with pool water… or maybe sweat. I didn’t care. I dropped to my knees like a worshipper at an altar. She moaned — loud. Reckless. The echo made it worse. Or better. Either way, neither of us were stopping. She sat on the little bench in the stall, spread her thick thighs, and pulled him in by the hair. I devoured her like a man starved — hands clutching her soft flesh, lips working like his life depended on it. “That’s it,” she panted. “Right there, fuck — yes!” The splash of a mop bucket outside made us freeze. A cleaner passed by, whistling. Didn’t even pause. The moment they were gone, she yanked me up, flipped me around, and dropped to her knees. Her mouth found me through my swimmers — biting, licking, tugging — until I was shaking against the stall wall, one hand gripping the door for dear life, the other fisting her hair as she swallowed me whole. i couldn’t last. Not with that view — her tits pressed together, eyes locked on mine, dripping from the pool and soaked now from me too. When she finally stood, she didn’t even pull the swimsuit back up. Just turned, bent over the bench, and looked at me over her shoulder. “You better be quick, lover. I think the swim school’s about to start.” I buried myself inside her in one filthy thrust. The sound was obscene — wet, raw, desperate. Her ass bounced back against me, every stroke deeper, harder, faster. The stall shook. The bench squeaked. Her moans were muffled by her hand — barely. “You gonna fill me up?” she growled, breath hitching. “Leave me dripping when the mums walk in?” I growled something unintelligible and came with a shudder, still pumping into her, holding her hips like I never wanted to let go. When it was over, she fixed her hair, zipped up — tits still slightly visible — and winked. “Swim’s over,” she whispered. “Better towel off.” I just leaned against the wall, panting, spent, and soaked.

28 June 2025

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They met in passing. A glance. A smirk. A whisper of something filthy shared between strangers. She was a blonde bombshell — a BBW with God-tier tits that looked like they needed a warning sign. Every step she took was a temptation. Her tight skirt hugged her wide hips like sin made flesh, and her blouse — low-cut and criminal — struggled to hold her in. Every man in the building looked. None had the balls to do what he was about to. They didn’t even make it to her flat. They barely made it off the landing before he shoved her against the wall of the emergency stairwell — concrete, cold, and echoing. “You filthy little tease,” he growled, hand already up her skirt. “You knew exactly what you were doing wearing this.” “No panties,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip. “Thought I’d save you the trouble.” She was drenched. He spun her around, palms flat against the wall, ass out, skirt bunched at her waist — that thick, round backside begging to be ruined. And her tits? They were hanging heavy, pulled out of her top by his greedy hands and swaying with every hungry thrust he was just seconds from unleashing. The first spank echoed down the stairwell like a gunshot. She whimpered — then giggled. That filthy, shameless giggle that made his cock twitch like a loaded weapon. He dropped his pants just enough, then grabbed her by the hips and drove into her like a man starved. No teasing. No gentle build-up. Just raw, primal hunger. She yelped, hands slamming against the wall, then pushed back harder. Her thighs slapped against his, her moans bouncing off the concrete as he pounded her in rhythm with the beat of his own filth-fueled lust. Anyone could walk by. Someone was coming down the stairs. She didn’t care. She got louder. He grunted, one hand wrapped tight in her blonde hair, the other slapping her ass again just to hear her squeal. Her fat, juicy tits bounced with every movement, a perfect hypnotic rhythm that nearly made him explode on sight. She came hard — thighs shaking, breathless, nails scratching the paint off the wall. But he wasn’t done. He spun her, lifted one thick leg up onto the railing, and slid back inside — deeper this time. The stairwell echoed with skin-on-skin, the vulgar slap of bodies colliding, and her filthy, wanton cries. She looked him in the eyes as she bit down on her own fingers, those massive tits heaving, sweat beading between them. “You going to finish on me? In me? All over these stairs so someone steps in it later?” He didn’t answer. Just growled, buried himself to the hilt, and gave her everything. When it was over, she was ruined — makeup smeared, hair wild, skirt torn, and a puddle of sweat and other things glistening on the concrete below. She smiled, chest still heaving. “Next time… elevator?” He zipped up, slapped her arse one more time, and smirked. “Next time I won’t be so gentle.”

27 June 2025

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I knew she was trouble the moment she slid into the seat beside me—tight jeans, leather jacket, and that cascading fire of red hair catching flickers of screen light like it had secrets to whisper. She said nothing. Didn’t have to. The slow, deliberate crossing of her legs… the ghost of a smirk as her thigh brushed mine… told me she wasn’t here for the movie. The trailers were still rolling when I felt her hand—cool fingers grazing my thigh, casual at first… then deliberate. I turned, catching her eye. She didn’t blink. Didn’t smile. She just leaned in and whispered, “Don’t make a sound.” Fuck. I was rock hard before the opening credits even started. Her fingers worked with slow, sinful precision, unzipping me with all the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing. She freed me—barely concealed by the theatre’s shadows—and slid her hand around me, soft but firm, stroking with maddening control. I clenched my jaw, every nerve on fire as her thumb teased the tip, spreading that first bead of slickness like she owned it. Then she shifted. Turned slightly. Her head dipped low—just enough that her breath, warm and wicked, danced across my skin. Her hair spilled across my lap like fire in the dark. And then she took me. Warm. Wet. Merciless. Sinking down until her lips met her fist and I was buried in the mouth of a goddess with no shame and zero regard for anyone in the rows behind us. I gripped the armrest hard enough to leave dents. Her tongue swirled with devastating rhythm—slow… then fast… then maddeningly slow again, until I was shaking, staring at the screen without seeing a damn thing. “Almost,” she murmured, looking up, lips slick and wicked. She pulled back just before I lost control… tucked me away like a filthy little secret, and leaned in one last time. “You’ll finish,” she whispered, biting my earlobe, “but not here… I want to taste every drop when I’m riding your face later.” Then she stood, walked up the aisle without a glance back, hips swaying like a challenge. And I just sat there—breathless, hard, and completely ruined in Row H, Seat 13.

26 June 2025

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The lounge is a haze of sultry jazz and dim lights, but my eyes are locked on Elena and Marcus in the corner, their bodies screaming sex even from across the room. Elena’s tight emerald dress hugs her tits and ass like it’s painted on, her auburn hair begging to be pulled. Marcus, with his chiseled jaw and smoldering brown eyes, looks like he could fuck me into next week with one glance. We’d flirted hard at that gallery opening weeks ago, their dirty texts about wanting a third—me—making my cock throb every time my phone buzzed. Tonight’s the night we make it real. Elena catches my stare and smirks, her lips wet and inviting. Marcus tilts his head, signaling me over. I grab my whiskey, my dick already twitching as I weave through the crowd to their table. “Fuck, you showed,” Elena purrs, her voice dripping with sin as she pats the chair next to her. “Sit that fine ass down.” I slide in, the air crackling with raw want. Marcus leans forward, his hand brushing mine as he hands me a drink. “Been thinking about you,” he says, his voice low and rough, like he’s already imagining me naked. Elena’s thigh presses against mine under the table, her fingers grazing my knee, creeping higher, teasing. “You as horny as we are?” she whispers, her breath hot against my ear. “Fuck yeah,” I mutter, my voice thick, my cock straining against my jeans. Her hand slides up, brushing my bulge, and I bite back a groan. Marcus watches, his eyes glinting with hunger, like he’s ready to devour us both. “Let’s get the hell outta here,” he growls, tossing cash on the table. My blood’s pounding as we head out, their hands brushing my back, my ass, promising filth. --- Their apartment’s a fucking sex den—soft lights, plush rugs, and a big ol sexy vibe that screams “get fucked.” Marcus pours us whiskey, but we’re past pretending. Elena kicks off her heels, her dress riding up to show off that gorgeous skin. She sways to the dirty beat of the music, her eyes daring me to make a move. “You gonna stand there or come fuck with me?” she taunts, running her hands over her tits. I’m on her in a second, my hands gripping her hips as I crush my mouth to hers. Her lips are wet, sloppy, tasting like wine and sin, her tongue fucking mine like she’s starving. She grinds against my cock, moaning into my mouth. Marcus steps up, his hard chest pressing against her back, his hands sliding under her dress to grab her ass. “Look at you, already so fucking hard,” he murmurs, his eyes on me, his voice making my dick leak. Elena pulls back, her lips swollen, and smirks at Marcus. “I want his cock,” she says, blunt as hell, her hand palming me through my jeans. I groan, and Marcus chuckles, dark and dirty. “Get over here, then,” he says to me, yanking me close. His mouth crashes into mine, rough and hungry, his stubble scraping my jaw as his tongue takes control. Elena’s hands are on my belt, tugging it open, her fingers diving in to wrap around my throbbing cock. “Fuck, you’re big,” she moans, stroking me slow and tight. We stumble to the bedroom, clothes hitting the floor like they’re on fire. Elena’s dress is gone, her tits bouncing, her pussy glistening under the soft light. Marcus is ripped, his cock hard and thick, straining toward us. I shove Elena onto the bed, her legs spreading wide, her cunt begging for attention. “Eat me,” she demands, grabbing my hair, pulling me down. I dive in, my tongue lapping at her wet folds, her clit swollen and pulsing. She bucks against my face, cursing and moaning, her taste driving me wild. Marcus kneels behind me, his hands spreading my ass, his breath hot against my skin. “Gonna make you feel so fucking good,” he growls, his tongue teasing my hole, sending shocks through me. I groan into Elena’s pussy, her thighs clamping around my head as she screams, “Fuck, yes, don’t stop!” Marcus’s fingers slick with lube slide into me, stretching me, making my cock drip onto the sheets. Elena pulls me up, her eyes wild. “I need you inside me,” she pants, guiding my cock to her soaked entrance. I thrust in, her tight heat gripping me, her nails raking my back. “Fuck me hard,” she begs, and I do, pounding into her, her tits bouncing with every slam. Marcus moves behind me, his cock pressing against my ass, slick and ready. “You want this?” he asks, voice rough. “Fuck yes,” I grunt, and he pushes in, slow at first, then deeper, filling me till I’m seeing stars. The three of us move like animals—me fucking Elena’s dripping cunt, Marcus railing my ass, our groans and curses filling the room. Elena’s pussy clenches around me as she comes, screaming my name, her juices soaking us. Marcus grips my hips, his thrusts brutal and perfect, and I’m lost, my cock exploding inside Elena as he unloads in me, hot and deep. We collapse, sweaty and spent, tangled in each other, the air thick with sex and satisfaction. Elena grins, tracing a finger down my chest. “Round two?” she teases, and my cock twitches.

25 June 2025

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