After dinner we thought it would be a great idea to visit our first club (well ok, mine actually, but Kez agreed) Parking the car, I looked over and she was taking off her bra and g string…..so far so good I thought! Just in her tight black dress with black boots, not a bad sight Accepting the tour from the hostess I couldn’t help but touch up Kez along the way. A few rooms had closed doors so obviously not shown in there, but were shown the main group room and a couple were playing in a small room with the door open. I walked past and of course had a look, but Kez stopped for a bit…again im thinking this is promising! After the tour we went back to the group room where there was one seat available so she sat on my lap. We watched several people playing as we kissed a few times and I took the opportunity to slide my hand up ther thigh. She was so wet. When we broke from our kiss she just smirked and shrugged her shoulders. Whispering to each other, she was really enjoying watching others play, and of course so was I. To my surprise she asked me if she should spread her legs. Well of course I said yes. So she did, allowing anyone who cared to look our way a great view of her bald, wet pussy. And there were a few that looked! All this was getting us to a point of needing to fuck. We got up and looked for a room to play in. The only one with a door open had a younger couple on the bed ‘enjoying each other’ so we thought we’d enter, sit down and watch. Before reaching the chair they said ‘there’s plenty of room on the bed’. I just turned Kez around, gave her a big kiss and pushed her backwards on the bed. She was laying next to the other couple and I took the opportunity to spread her gorgeous thighs and lick her wet pussy. I was looking up at her to see she was watching the other couple while I was enjoy her sweet taste. It was such a turn on to see her enjoying looking at others play. As soon as she looked down and saw I was watching her she said ‘fuck me’. I didn’t need to hear it a second time. Sliding up her body and my very hard cock sliding into her wet pussy we fucked for what seemed like hours. We didn’t even notice the couple next to us leave. We didn’t swap that night, but the enjoyment we together was amazing. And yes, we had been back, many times……

22 December 2025

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The club's air hung thick with the scent of sweat and sex, pulsing lights casting shadows over writhing bodies in the public room. She was forty-five, curves softened by years but still begging to be grabbed, and he—twenty years her junior. Her legs trembled as she climbed out of the pizza oven, that wicked contraption with its stirrups splayed wide, leaving her pussy exposed and ravaged by a line of anonymous dicks who'd taken turns thrusting inside her. One after another, cocks of all sizes had plunged deep, filling her until her juices leaked down her thighs. Some then eagerly ran their tongues around her pussy lips, slurping up her juices. She'd lost count after the fifth, her curvy body quaking through orgasm after orgasm, creamy white skin flushed pink from the relentless pounding and licking. Spotting him across the room, her heart skipped—his dark, lean frame leaned back on that couch, his skin gleaming under the strobing lights, skinny frame taut with youthful energy. His big cock, thick and unyielding, had already marked her as his in the private booth earlier, pounding her creamy white ass until she screamed. Another woman was on her knees between his legs, her lips stretched around his thick, veined cock, her mouth working his shaft with eager slurps, as she took him deep. Jealousy flickered at the sight, but only served to flare the heat between her legs. He spotted her, eyes locking on hers with that possessive glint, and patted the cushion beside him. 'Come here, beautiful,' he murmured, voice low and commanding. She obeyed, stumbling across the to him, thighs slick with the evidence of her slutty indulgence, hips swaying, tits bouncing with each step, sinking onto the cushion beside him. She slid in close, her body brushing his as the woman below bobbed her head faster, slurping wetly and gagging on his length. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against his side, while his free hand delved straight into her drenched folds. Fingers—strong, insistent—pushed inside her stretched pussy, while his thumb circled her swollen clit. She moaned, arching into his touch, as he claimed her mouth in a deep, owning kiss. The other woman's moans vibrated through his cock, but he ignored her, focused solely on driving his fingers deeper, pumping in rhythm with the blowjob below. 'You were incredible in there,' he growled against her lips, free hand gripping her tit, pinching the nipple hard. ‘Being my good girl,' he murmured, 'Letting all those cocks use you like the slut you are. But this pussy... it's mine to play with now.' The words sent shivers through her, his twenty-year age gap only heightening the thrill—he so young, yet handling her like she was his to cherish and control. Her walls clenched around his fingers, the jealousy melting into raw need as another climax built fast. 'Watch her suck me,' he commanded, twisting his fingers to stroke her inner walls, hitting that spot deep inside her. But know you're the one I want to fill up.' She broke the kiss to watch the blowjob continue below, the princess gagging on his pulsating appendage , wet smacks echoing, saliva dripping down her chin. He however, stayed focused, eyes locked on her, dark, intense and protective. The orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her pussy clenching around his thrusting fingers, juices squirting over his hand, as she whimpered into his kiss. He didn't stop, pinching her nipple as he worked her, grounding her in his dominance. drawing it out until she slumped against him, panting. The other woman pulled off him with a pop, looking up expectantly, but he waved her away, thanking her for her service. He then turned to her, and in a soft but commanding voice said: ‘Climb on, baby. Ride me. Show me your mine.’ She straddled him eagerly, his slick cock—still rock-hard and glistening—nudging her entrance. She sank down inch by inch, enveloping him in her cum-slick heat, both of them groaning at the stretch, until he filled her completely. His hands gripped her ass, guiding her up and down. She rode him hard, tits bouncing, the club's voyeurs eyed on them, watching as he claimed her publicly. 'That's it, take every bit of my cock,' he growled, thrusting up to meet her, balls slapping her ass. Sweat slicked their bodies, her creamy skin contrasting his dark tone as she ground down under his watchful eye. He leaned up, sucking a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to mark her as his. 'My little slut, he murmured into her aching breast. The possessiveness in his touch, that daddy edge wrapping around her like chains, made her feel owned, cherished, utterly his—age be damned.

22 December 2025

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After a nice dinner, Kez and I stopped in at a bar in the Valley (brisbane). Not much seating as plently of people there so grabbed a couple of stools and sat at the bar. I ordered a couple of beers while she went to the bathroom. Nothing out of the ordinary! When she return she sat on her stool, grabbed my hand and gave me her G string. Well didnt I get hard straight away lol She was sitting on the stool, in her dress showing alot of thigh, and obviously now no panties. So as i finish the first beer, i said, 'well you might as weel go take your bra off'. The challenge was accepted and she went back to the bathroom. I was eagerly awaiting her return which didnt take long. I could easily see her hard nipples against her dress. Awesome! was the only thought i had. Being a gentleman i complemented her on the way she looked. And Im sure i wasnt the only one that woul dhave notice those hard nipples, and those sexy legs as she sits back on the stool. By now im pretty well dripping in my pants as we are having a little bit of naughty conversation. I was asking her which guy or guys she would like to fuck at the bar etc. She stood up to stretch her legs. I took this as an opprtunity to slip my hand up her dress and feel her pussy. As she gasped being unprepared, i laughed and said 'someone is a little wet'. She held my hand there and replied 'alot wet'. Sliding one, then a second finger in her pussy, we didnt really care if anyone was noticing. My thumb rubbing her hard clit, it wasnt long before she had to bite down on her hand and i felt her body shudder to orgasm. her face was so red as we looked around but noone was noticably starring at us. That required her to sit back down, relax, and needing another drink while telling me off for doing that to her. How could I get in trouble for that? Another beer was in order while i think of something else......

13 December 2025

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We meet at the small cafe around the corner from my place, both of us running on the fumes of a long day. The street is still radiating warmth from another stinker of a week. The street lights are flickering on, and only a dedicated few are sweating it out at the al fresco tables. You’re leaning back in your chair, one leg crossed over the other, eyes flickering over me as you sip from your glass. It starts as an innocent shift of movement — your heel slipping from your shoe, your foot dragging lazily up my calf as you stretch out your tired feet. You do it absent-mindedly at first, but when I don’t pull away, you press just a little firmer, your toes tracing higher, deliberately now. I give you a look over the rim of my coffee cup, but you only give me a knowing tilt of your head, as if daring me to react. I’m still warm and sticky from the gym, my clothes clinging to my skin and welcoming the sporadic breezes that provide the only relief from the humidity, both on me and all around me. You don’t seem to mind. In fact, the way your foot lingers, teasing against my thigh, tells me you might like it. Mostly it just reminds me I need a shower, which gives me an idea. I reach for your hand, fingers sliding between yours as I stand. There’s no need for pretense — I have a plan, and you can sense it. You squeeze my hand once, falling into step beside me as we go, glancing at me and hoping for an explanation. A short walk, just around the corner, and we’re back at my gym. It’s late enough, and hot enough, that the place looks completely empty, with no staff, no machines, not even the sound of faintly clinking weights. The fans whir and rotate, pushing stale sweaty air for no one. I lead you through the doors, and head toward the lockers, going through the motions as if I were simply finishing a workout, letting the moment stretch just a little longer. You lean casually against the row of lockers, watching me, your mouth smirking with amusement at the where we are and what I might be up to. Once I’m sure the coast is clear, I tip my head toward the hallway. You follow without hesitation, your heels clicking softly against the tiles until we reach the change rooms. I lead us straight to the last cubicle at the end — a spacious shower stall with a small wooden bench and a lockable door. The second the door clicks shut, my hands are on you. I press you back against the tiled wall, my mouth reaching yours in a desperate, searching kiss. We have to be quiet, careful, but that only adds to the heat between us. Also contributing is the heat in the room, untouched by the fans with enough humidity to coat us both with a fresh layer of sweat. My hands slide down your sides, fingertips teasing the edge of your fitted skirt before gripping your ass and pulling you flush against me. Even through my gym shorts, there’s no disguising just how much I love your body, how much I’ve thought about this exact moment and am ready to act on it. Your hands run up my torso, dragging over my stomach, skimming over my chest. You feel how warm, and slightly damp I am, and it feels like we might just melt together. Then, with deliberate intent, your hand drifts lower. You seek out the growing bulge in my shorts, fingers squeezing just enough to make me suck in a sharp breath. I exhale, forehead resting against yours, almost sliding off from the mutual sweat. The thrill of it tingles between us — the risk, the secrecy, the sheer intensity of being here, together, barely restrained. My fingers dig into the fabric of your skirt, gripping your hips as I press you back even harder, unable to stop myself from squeezing just a little more. And we haven’t even turned on the water yet. I tug my shirt over my head, the fabric peeling away from my damp skin. Your hands are on me immediately, fingertips gliding over my stomach, my chest, nails grazing lightly. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, you reach lower, palming the hard outline in my shorts. A grin flickers across your lips as you grab the hem of my shorts and slide them down, watching as they catch momentarily on my erection before finally slipping to the floor. I step out of them, leaving only my underwear between us. Your playfully blank expression looks up at mine as you lower yourself to a crouch, your fingers hooking into the waistband. Instead of pulling them down outright, you tug the elastic with your teeth, snapping it back against my skin before pressing a teasing, almost-too-soft bite to the tip through the fabric. I inhale sharply, my fingers tightening in your hair as you stand again, letting me make the next move. I wrap my arms around you, pulling you close, my lips finding your neck. My hands trace up your back, unhooking your blouse and sliding it from your shoulders, feeling it cling and grab from the sweat as I tug. I enjoy every inch of skin revealed, and you shiver slightly, an incongruous motion in this swampy environment. Your sheer bra barely conceals your hardening nipples, and I make sure to brush past them as I move. You seem to know what I’m thinking, because you arch your back slightly as I reach behind you and unclasp it. You squeeze your shoulders together, letting the straps slip forward until your bra falls away completely, leaving you bare. The faint lines from the fabric remain on your soft skin — a sign of the restraint you’ve been under all day. Now, finally, you’re free, and mine to touch and explore. I press my face to your chest and inhale deeply. You smell incredible — warm, sweaty, faintly sweet, with the lingering traces of perfume. My face is slippery on your chest as my hands cup your breasts, my thumbs circling over your nipples before I lower my lips to kiss them, taking my time, noting the way your breath hitches. Before I can continue, you step back. Your turn. You kneel before me, placing both hands at the waistband of my underwear. Slowly, teasingly, you begin to slide them down. My cock is already hard, the tip just beginning to emerge as you keep an excruciatingly steady pace. When my underwear finally falls, my erection springs free, thick and pulsing from the heat and excitement. You take a moment, letting your eyes roam over me, taking in the faint red lines left on my waist by the fabric. You know how much I hate clothes. You know how much I love this. Your hand wraps around me, firm, confident, and you lean in, your tongue flicking over the tip in a wicked promise of what’s to come. But first, you have something else in mind. You stand, stepping back just enough to let me watch as you reach for the zipper on your high-waisted skirt. I am almost audibly groaning as you slowly peel it down, shimmying it over your hips before lifting it up and over your head. No knickers. You stand before me, completely bare, and I swear I’ve never wanted you more. Without another word, I reach back and turn on the shower. We resist the urge to duck for cover from the icy spray of cold that cuts through the intense heat. Instead we press into each other, gasping for air at the freshness of the temperature, and laughing, almost giggling at the shock. It is a relief to have our own bubble of cooler climate, and as we continue to clasp together we adapt to the cold, or the water warms, and it feels just perfect. Your nipples are insatiably erect, borderline distressed at the cold and the excitement. We affirm our position under the water together and exchange a long, passionate embrace. Our bodies press together, slick with the rushing stream, the heat of our skin contrasting against the cool cascade. I step back, taking in the sight of you beneath the falling water, watching as it rushes over your naked body, plunging down between your breasts, tracing every curve and valley. The droplets glisten against your skin, enhancing the smooth lines of your body, making you even more mesmerising in the dimly lit shower. When I press myself into you again, I watch the water sheet over your back, cascading down and arcing over the perfect swell of your ass before splashing onto the tiled floor. The sensation of your wet, warm skin against mine sends a shiver through me that has nothing to do with the cooling water. With the water still running, I shift forward just slightly, stepping out of the direct stream so it now courses down my back. A light spray surrounds us, misting over our heated skin, cooling us just enough to keep the moment from becoming overwhelming. You drop to your knees before me, your fingers wrapping firmly around my cock. You lean in, your lips parting just enough to slowly drag your tongue along the sensitive head. The feeling is exquisite, the combination of your warm mouth and the cool water making my pulse hammer in my ears. Despite the steady stream of the shower, you taste the salty slickness of my precum on your tongue. The temptation to take me fully into your mouth is strong, but you resist, delaying the moment, teasing me with slow, deliberate licks. You nudge your lips forward, brushing them against my tip, then pulling back just enough to make me ache for more. With one hand wrapped around my shaft, you press a gentle kiss to the very tip before pushing forward, your mouth enveloping my head. I groan softly at the sensation — your lips hot and wet, the pressure just right. My cock is thick and hard against your tongue, filling your mouth. You barely remember to breathe. Sensing my pleasure, you begin to move — slow, measured strokes, taking me in deeper, then retreating, letting yourself breathe before plunging forward again. One hand caresses my stomach, trailing along the ridges of muscle damp with water, while the other moves lower, cupping my balls, tracing backwards, sliding around to my ass, pulling me closer. The sensation is almost too much — I feel like I could come immediately, overwhelmed by the sight of you kneeling before me, the heat of your mouth and the intensity of the moment. For a jarring second, I remember where we are which begets another wave of excitement from the layer of danger underpinning our act. I steady myself, gripping the tiled wall, determined to make this last. But from the warmth of your mouth, the warm water down my back, and your hands in all my favourite places — it’s clear what you want me to do, and I am not going to be able to stop. I have one hand on the back of your head, not pushing but guiding, following your natural motion as you shift back and forth along the shaft. Your tongue rolls around the tip as it passes, each flick and swirl sending shocks of pleasure through me. I am clenching and flexing, moving to climax, my breath coming harder, louder and less controlled. You are in rhythm, and my hips take the cue, pushing back and forth gently to compensate, to match the slow, wet, deliberate movements of your mouth. I don’t even know when, but you are touching yourself while you kneel, fingers working between your legs as you pleasure me. The sight fills me with overwhelming pleasure, and gratitude that you are doing this — not just for me and my pleasure, but for yours as well. Sensing that I am near, I want to give you a cue, to give you the chance to show me the green light. I take hold of my cock, and you respond by parting your lips expectantly. Your eyes meet mine, filled with desire, mixed with some nerves but mostly excitement, the sheer thrill of it all written across your face. Your mouth is open as I stroke myself, my tip flicking against your lips and your tongue. The sensation is purely overwhelming. Your hand is on my butt, gripping firmly, and you feel it clench as I explode into your mouth, onto your tongue. It is hot and wet, and you feel my cock still pulsing with pleasure in your hand as you squeeze every last drop from me, milking out every bit of release as the water continues to cascade around us. I can barely stand as my whole body tenses and then relaxes, my head spins from the temperatures and the steam, and I just want to bring you close to me. I had wanted to be inside you so badly as well. Despite coming, I am still enraptured by your naked body and your pleasure in my explosion. I pull you over to me under the water and kiss you under it (you have tastefully disposed of my come down the drain) but I can taste it on you and feel the pleasure you get from it. We are both still under the water and melting together in the warmth and pleasure. You pivot and press your bum into me, playing the little spoon, and i run my hands over your breasts, clenching on your nipples and letting the warm water trail between your cleavage, straight down to your vulva and your clit, where I place my hand over yours. You guide my hand where to go and we rub together in a slow exploration of where this could yet go. By now we have completely disregarded that we are in a public place, and that — theoretically — anyone could be around, listening or even watching. we take no notice, for we are on an unstoppable path of motion. Within no time we are rubbing furiously in tandem, and the warm water combines with our movement to create a pure, warm wave of satisfaction between your legs. Your hand moves in tight, desperate circles over your clit, and I press a finger inside you, feeling you tremble against me. You’re gripping me, your body drawing me deeper with each movement. I ease a second finger in, feeling the resistance, and the way you shudder against my chest sends a rush of need straight through me. I fall into rhythm with you, my fingers pushing in and out, curling slightly to meet the pulse of your pleasure. Our bodies rock together, friction and pressure building with every breath, and synchronised with our movements I slide a third finger into you, keeping it there as we continue our rhythm. Time disintegrates. I can’t tell if you climax after 10 minutes or 30 seconds. For that time we are locked in mutual touching and feeling, consumed by the sensation, with no barriers to how you and I are smashing together. The outside world ceases to exist, the gym, the risk, the possibility of being heard — it all melts away. We might as well be on another planet, in a solar system all to our own. Even if someone heard us, or saw us, they would they would have no choice but to bear silent witness to our achievement of perfection. When you break — your body clenches around my fingers, every muscle trembling, rigid against me. I am almost holding you off the ground, the way your thighs lock, trapping my hand as you pulse around me in waves, your orgasm tearing through you in shuddering, breathless gasps. I hold you through it, feeling the aftershocks ripple against my fingers, gripping me in desperate, rhythmic contractions. I’m barely breathing, caught between awe and hunger, letting out sounds I don’t even recognise. For a moment, we are so loud that it returns an echo off the tiled walls. The realisation crashes over us, jolting us back to the present. But neither of us move away. Completely spent, we sink into each other, letting the water run over our bodies, supporting each other as our hearts pound in unison. We turn off the water, the sudden quiet bringing us back to the moment. Steam rises in lazy swirls, clinging to our skin as we settle onto the wooden seat, our bodies warm, sated, and heavy with exhaustion. You lean into me, your damp hair sticking to my shoulder, and I press a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead.

13 December 2025

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The beach was my escape that afternoon, the sun warming my skin through the light fabric of my summer dress, the breeze teasing the hem and sending little shivers up my thighs. I'd chosen this colourful sundress on purpose—vibrant florals that hugged my curves just right, the neckline dipping low enough to hint at the fullness of my breasts, the skirt short enough to flirt with the air. At 52, I knew my body was a weapon: soft hips that swayed, heavy tits that strained against the thin material, and between my legs, a hunger that hadn't been properly satisfied in years. I wasn't here for a stroll; I was here to feel alive, to chase that spark of danger in broad daylight. I spotted him on the bench first—alone, eyes on the view, but I could sense his restlessness. He looked like he needed no invitation , and I was in the mood to give one. I approached slowly, my sandals shuffling softly on the sandy path, stopping just in front of him. No words; words would ruin the thrill. I turned my body slightly, letting the breeze lift my dress a fraction, exposing the smoothness of my thighs. His gaze flicked to me, then away, then back—hooked. I smiled, warm and inviting, standing close enough that he could smell my perfume, feel the heat radiating from my skin. My heart raced as I waited, facing forward now, pretending to admire the ocean view. Why him? Because he looked safe yet tempted, because the area was quiet, and because my pussy was already aching, bare under the dress—no panties to get in the way, just slick folds begging for touch. The breeze played again, fluttering the fabric higher, and I felt his eyes on me, devouring the curve of my ass, the shadow between my legs. Come on, I thought, make your move. Then it came—his palm, tentative at first, pressing gently against the back of my calf. Warm, rougher than I expected. I didn't flinch; I stood still, letting him test the waters. His fingers traced up, slow and exploratory, over the swell of my knee, the soft inner thigh. Heat pooled in my core, my clit swelling as anticipation built. Higher... yes, there, the edge of my mound brushing his knuckles. I was soaked already, my juices coating my lips, dripping slightly down my thigh. He froze for a heartbeat, then caressed bolder, his hand cupping the heat of my cunt through the thin barrier of air. I parted my legs just a whisper, inviting him in without a sound. His fingers explored, sliding along my slit, parting the wet folds to find my entrance. God, the relief when he pushed two inside—thick and insistent, stretching my walls as he pumped slowly. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, facing the park like nothing was happening, but my hips rocked subtly against his hand. He found my clit with his thumb, rubbing in firm circles that made my knees weaken, my nipples harden into peaks against the dress. 'Mmm,' I hummed softly, the only sound I allowed, as pleasure coiled tight in my belly. He worked me harder, fingers curling to hit that spot deep inside, his palm grinding against my mound. The breeze cooled the wetness seeping out, but his touch kept me burning. Once he slipped a finger in my arse as well, it was over. Climax hit like a wave—my thighs clamped around his hand, trapping him as my pussy spasmed, gushing over his fingers in hot pulses. I gripped him tight, riding it out silently, stars bursting behind my eyes. When it faded, I released him, feeling his hand trail up over the round globes of my ass, squeezing the flesh before pulling away. I turned then, and watched as he licked my juices off his fingers. I should have given him one last smile—grateful, wicked—and walked off, my dress settling back into place, thighs slick and trembling. But, he had awakened something, so as I stood facing him, I didn’t move, silently willing him to explore more. The telepathy worked - in an instant he had lifted my dress for a good long look, and his fingers quickly found their way to my moist, dripping cunt again. This time, I pulled the top of my dress to the side, exposing my breast and leaning into him encouraging him to take my full breast into his mouth whilst he was working my pussy. His tongue playing with my nipple was like turning a tap on, and my pussy was gushing. So wet. So hot. Thoroughly enjoying the attention, and the thrill of the moment. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from crying out as his strong fingers bought me to yet another orgasm. Slowly I composed myself, readjusted my clothing and turned to walk away. As I melted into the path, I heard nothing behind me, but I knew he'd savour it, just as I'd savour the ache, the secret thrill. Who knew what tomorrow's breeze might bring?

28 November 2025

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It was a beautiful day! I wanted to get out into nature, so time to take the 4x4 out. He got it out of the shed, and we loaded it with picnic things, the esky and jumped in. Driving along the back roads, we had the music on and the windows down. My smile was huge! Sunshine, music and going on an adventure was a favourite way to spend the day. Winding our way through the Glasshouse Mountains, we got to Booloumba Creek. There were a few people playing at the edge of the water crossing. Selecting the right gear, he slowly moved into the water crossing. Waves were pushing off the front of the vehicle. Seeing the vehicle pushing through the water had me smiling from ear to ear. Does it get better than this? We came out of the creek on the other side. We could see where others had been before us. Water that had dripped off their vehicles had made a damp spot on the track. We followed the narrow track around and came to a beautiful open space with picnic tables, on the edge of the creek. We stopped and went to the back of the vehicle for the picnic basket. He opened the back door and the way it swung open, blocked the view toward the track. He grabbed me around the middle and pulled me back into his crotch. "Can you feel that?" he said pressing his hardening cock into my arse. I could feel how hard he was getting through his shorts. He was nibbling and kissing my neck, he knows how that makes my body respond. I started pushing myself back into his hardening member. "Not yet" he said and stepped away. I had to take a deep breath and hold the back of the vehicle. My legs were turning to jelly! Composing myself again, I followed him across to the picnic table. He had put the tablecloth over it and was setting out the food. I had the drinks. The top came off a midori for me and he grabbed a beer. As I sat I told him he had been very unfair, turning me on like that and walking away. He promised it would continue later, as his hand pushed my dress aside and he ran his hand up my leg. Again he stopped before reaching my undies. Sitting there in the open, taking in the sounds of the bush, listening to the water run over rocks in the creek, snuggled into my man, it was close to perfect. I finished my midori. I was getting up to put it into the bin. 'What are you doing?' he asked. I told him it was finished, so was going to the bin. 'I want you to leave it here for a minute' he said and got me to sit down next to him again. He swung one leg over the seat of the picnic table so that his back faced the dirt track. Cars had been going past every now and then. He lent forward and whispered into my ear "swing your leg over the seat so you are sitting sideways, facing toward me". I lifted my dress and did as he asked. We were now both sitting sideways on the bench seat of the table, facing each other. 'Do you trust me?' he asked, his voice husky. I could see his cock straining the front of his shorts. Obviously whatever he was thinking about doing was turning him on! 'Yes' I whispered to him. He kissed me passionately. I could feel my heart rate increase. I was getting breathless with anticipation! He reached for the midori bottle. As he took the metal lid off and the ring around the top. He quietly said 'do you know what I'm going to do with this?'. I nodded, not able to speak. I lent in and kissed him deeply, flicking my tongue into his mouth. I reached for his cock. 'No you don't', he said, stopping my hand with his. 'This all about you today. It will be my turn tonight' he said. 'Open your legs wider', he said and moved closer to me. 'Open your mouth' he said. He held the bottle to my mouth. 'Lick it, suck it, make it wet before I put it in you'. I could feel my pussy throbbing and knew how wet it would be. I did as I was told and started licking the top of the bottle as he held it. I could hear a little groan from him as I picked my tongue up the neck of the bottle. I could see how hard he was, and wished it was his cock I was licking! I took the top of the bottle into my mouth. 'Good girl' he said as I face fucked the bottle. He slid his free hand up my leg, under my dress and he ran his hand over my pussy, feeling to see how wet I was. He could feel how warm and wet I was under my knickers. I felt his finger slide my knickers sideways, leaving my pussy exposed. I felt his fingers brush across my pussy. I wanted him in me! Sitting there facing each other, we were both so horny we had blocked out everything happening around us. We heard a vehicle coming down the dirt track. As soon as he heard the vehicle, his hand paused. 'Let's give it a second' he said and paused, watching the car. Sitting there, my brain had ceased functioning. He had built the anticipation and now my only focus was being filled. I leaned over and put my head on his chest. I had my legs open and my pussy exposed. I lent into him and he kissed the top of my head and said 'I'll fill you in a minute beautiful. It looks like they are driving past'. As the car passed, I felt his hand start moving up my leg again. 'Now where were we?' he asked. I felt his fingers moving toward my opening and I felt him rubbing my pussy. "Do you need something in here?" he asked. I nodded. 'Yes please' my voice sounded breathless. I saw him move his hand with the bottle from the table toward my crotch. I could feel him rubbing his fingers in my juices, slipping a couple of his fingers into my pussy. I watched him use his moist fingers to lubricate the neck of the bottle. Slowly he began pushing the bottle neck into my pussy. I could feel the hardness from the glass as he slowly slid it in a bit, then pulled it back out, then in, and out. I could see how turned on he was, watching as the neck of the bottle slid in and out of my saturated pussy. It felt delicious! I love seeing him aroused, knowing he was getting pleasure from pleasing me. He had developed a rhythm, sliding it in and out, in and out. My pussy was soaked! I could feel it starting to pulse and tighten around the bottle. Obviously I was starting to get a bit loud, he kissed me to muffle my pleasure noises. I couldn't hold on any more! As I came on the bottle, my pussy squirted. My body was pulsing from my pussy all the way down my legs. I sat there with the bottle still in me and his arms around me snuggling into his chest. 'How was that baby girl' he asked as he kissed my head and held me. 'Mmmmmmmmmmm' I replied, unable to speak yet. My legs were jelly. I wouldn't be moving any time soon!

1 November 2025

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Over the last couple of years, as we’ve entered the empty nest phase of life, we’ve been exploring a bit of a nude lifestyle as we have previously been apart of the swinging / Hot Wife space. We are both comfortable with ourselves; we're certainly no models, but we hold it together well. We’ve visited nudist retreats, camping locations, and even approved public beaches. However, living in an oppressive state for alternative lifestyles means that, despite having some of the best beaches in the world, it’s illegal to be naked there! So, after what seemed like an incredibly long and cold winter, we seized the opportunity in early October to break free from the shackles of winter and enjoy a day on the beach a few hours south of Brisbane where nudity is allowed without prosecution. We planned our trip carefully, making sure to bring drinks, lunch, a sunshade, a picnic blanket, a speaker, and towels. We set off on a pleasant three-hour drive. The weather was perfect, the sun was warm, and low tide was setting in. The timing provided one of those great moments that most men can relate to in a nude lifestyle: watching my wife bend over to set up parts of the sunshade and picnic blanket after disrobing. We werent there long when a curious gentleman approached us and asked about appropriate etiquette on a nude beach. We explained that it was only our second time on a nude beach. While we weren’t shy, having come from a swinging lifestyle where there was often a lot of nudity at parties, we weren’t entirely sure about the strict rules of beach life. We had read forums with differing opinions on what should or shouldn’t be done. We informed him that the best thing he could do was ask questions about people’s comfort levels when he met them. Although the conversation never really went beyond hypothetical scenarios about public masturbation and participation, his cock betrayed the calm exterior of the conversation. It went through states of arousal, from semi-erect to fully erect, producing lots of pre-cum that was blowing in the wind, leaving a sheen across his swollen head. This certainly gave away the thoughts running through his head while chatting with my wife. The effect on my wife was quite apparent. She’s a sucker for pre-cum, and seeing the volume being produced, I asked if she was tempted to touch or taste it. She confidently said yes, but she thought it seemed inappropriate after their conversation about engaging with people on the beach. The other beachgoers were paying attention to their interaction. My wife sat either cross-legged or with her legs apart, exposed to our new talkative friend. One of them came to inquire about the topic of conversation. (We’ve found that once someone breaks the ice, others seem confident to follow.) It was during this conversation that my wife and I would take quick trips down to the water to splash or wash the sand off. That’s when my wife noticed something an elderly gentleman was doing. With the arousal of the conversation, the elderly gentleman and my wife approached each other after she had a quick splash in the ocean. They seemed to be having a good conversation, and I briefly went to say hello on my way to the water. I spoke quickly because I wanted to wash the sand off and continued on my journey. When I came out, they were standing closer together, and the length of my wife’s new friend’s cock was constantly bumping up against her thighs. Having been together for a long time and seen her in action with other partners, I quickly identified the wanton look she develops—a look of no self-control when she wants to touch something. Our new friend was very okay with this urge and had an urge himself to touch her wonderful soft breasts and hyper-sensitive nipples. This sensitivity may have been caused by the breeze, his hands on them, or the audience of other beach nudists indulging themselves while watching. I myself started to react like the gentleman who was talking earlier: clear liquid was being produced while watching her play with his very, very large member. Her soft hands made him involuntarily thrust, and her spare hand now started to tend to her own urges. I had to get more of her; there is a certain sexiness that takes her over which I find ridiculously irresistible. Once I touched her breast and started kissing her, she turned directly to me to equal my energy. The advantage of this was that she now had both hands on me and second benefit: he was now behind her and asked if he could enter her? Unfortunately, there was no condom in sight as no-one had pockets to carry any, so the answer was no. But that didn’t mean the fun was over—far from it. Our very large-penis friend was skilful enough to slide his cock between her thighs, which were soaking due to a day of being naked and exhibitionistic and now from being hands-on. There was heat coming from her, and I got to see something extremely erotic as he was sliding his cock back and forth between her thighs, against her pussy lips. What really caught me off guard was that from behind her, his member was poking all the way through, and you could see his large head pushing her lips apart as he kept thrusting forward and back. The motion made her bend forward to put her hands on my chest and she confessed to me me how it was feeling moving back and forth, and the temptation to just let him enter her and offering a very sexy but slightly guilty confession of how she loves very large cocks, I mean, I’m happy with what I’m packing, but this was pro-level cock, and I could not blame her if she gave in and just let nature take its course, as she does love to be stretched. To both of their credits, they stopped to regroup right on the edge of no return. We used this as a moment to collect ourselves, and all went and used the ocean as a cold shower effect. With the sun now setting and long drive ahead of us, we packed up and made the journey back where we passed the hours reliving the moments over again, buy the time we got home it was straight to the bedroom and played with her large toy, which is conveniently now named after her new beach friend!

18 October 2025

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This happened a few years ago, but I decided to add to this collections by writing something that happened to us. We live in Adelaide, South Australia. We drove way south to a nude beach called Maslins. We spent the day, naked in the sun, conversing with several people, friendly chat and so forth. We got up and walked along the beach, stopping to talk with a guy sunning himself. He was a polite guy, mid thirties I would say and he was an English tourist. We then moved back to our spot and continued for the rest of the day enjoying the sunshine. Around 5pm, we decided to go home, so we walked the long flight of stairs back to the car park. When we got there, the Englishman also arrived at his car, ready to leave as well. I noticed my wife looking at him, so I asked her did she want to do anything. She said she would like to go talk to the Englishman and ask him if he would like a BJ (blowjob). I said, go for it. Anyway, I got into my car and watch as she walked across the carpark with just a towel wrapped around her naked body. I watched her talk to him, then both got into the back seat of his car. I sat there having a smoke and occasionally seeing her head pop up for a few seconds before disappearing again. After about 10 minutes, she got out of his car and came back to our car. I saw other people had also watched the event and smirked at her as she walked back. She got into the car and gave me a big kiss(which was somewhat salty), before I asked her how it went, she said it was great. She said while she was sucking his cock, she realised that she would have to swallow his cum so not to mess up his car. She said he had a lovely cock, right sized for her mouth and enjoyed giving an anonymous blowjob with so many people in the carpark watching. I was so proud of her for taking the initiative to be the little cumslut cock sucker she is and gave her a hug and proceeded home. I wanted to her to give me every detail, to which I had a hardon for the whole drive home.

14 October 2025

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The couple messaged me first with a wink and then a message saying that they loved my profile and my desire for voyeurism. They had always wanted to be watched whilst having sex, and if I could take some photographs that would be a bonus. They offered to host at their house and after an initial meet and greet, I was told to wait in the lounge with the husband. After five minutes we were called in to see the wife kneeling on the bed on all fours - splayed out in sheer black stockings, glossy black high heels and a very tight bustier. Her amazingly full, voluptuous and rounded tits hung and swung invitingly. 'Well?' she asked with a wry smile. 'Fuck yes,' was all I could say as I cupped her tits from behind, grinding her with my instant hard on. I couldn't take my clothes off fast enough as could the husband who started licking his wife from behind. 'Just watch, wank and soft touch remember,' he said. She groaned with pleasure as her husband buried his face in her. 'Get in font of me so I can see,' she said. 'Take some pictures as well.' I quickly took some pictures of her groaning in pleasure, her husband licking her out and then guiding his eight inch cock into her. 'Wank,' she screamed. 'Let me see you wank, wank that thick monster cock.' I honestly thought I was going to cum there and then but I held back. The husband flipped her over and straddled her on top. 'Take some pics,' he said 'hurry up I'm not going to last long. I snapped off a few more pics before his wife started to scream 'wank', again. 'Wank that big fucker all over me... cum on my tits. Spray my tits.' The husband had increased his pace , her tits jiggled and swayed in rhythm. He sped up, his muscles tightening. 'I'm going to cum,' he said. 'So am I,' she replied.' Spray me... spray my tits.' As she groaned those words he came with a loud yell of release, she came with a softer groan and eye roll, and I shot three massive loads of hot creamy cum over her bouncing tits. She rubbed it in licked her hands dry and then I unexpectedly came again with a second cum load. I gave back her phone that I'd taken the pictures on, dressed and left. I got home and came again whilst showering and reliving the experience on my own. They also came again after a second passionate session on their own. They messaged to say it was their hardest deepest cum ever after being watched and wanked too which was their most erotic experience to date. I messaged back saying mine was equally deep having been so turned on watching them. I still wank to them to this day. Watching and being watched often produces the biggest climaxes... if you've not tried it you should.

13 October 2025

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Many years ago, Jen and I used to play with a couple from Ballina named P and S. I had had to work the Friday and S had an appointment with a specialist so it was agreed that Jen would go down to Ballina with P and I would pick S up and drive down later that afternoon. I finished work and checked all the messages on my phone and saw they were pictures from P of Jen in the passenger seat of his car, tits out, toy deep inside her and truck drivers having a good look. Once I showed these to S, she simply shrugged gave me a devilish grin and said..."Game on" Boy was the game on, as soon as we hit the highway, she dropped her enormous double J tits out, put one of her legs up on the dash and proceeded to fuck herself with reckless abandon, cumming hard and constantly. Each time she came, she would look over at me, tell me to keep my eyes on the road and give my constantly hard cock a squeeze. Then she would take a picture and send it to both Jen and P. We got to the Pottsville truck stop sign and S told me to pull over, as she needed something more than showing off to random truck drivers to scratch her current itch. I didn't hesitate at all. We pulled up, saw a truck or two parked at the far end of the carpark and we both barrelled out of the car and found a picnic table which S quickly bent over, slipping her hand between her legs and telling me to hurry up. I put the condom on as fast as I could and slammed as deep inside her as I could go, she was absolutely soaked. S let out a guttural growl as my full balls pressed against her and she quickly went to town on her clit, it wasn't long before she motioned to me that we had an admirer and I looked up to who I can only guess was one of the truck drivers. This sent S over the edge as she came hard on my cock. Her orgasm set me off and I growled into her ear as I filled the condom. The truck driver came closer and he was stroking quite a decent sized cock which must of been an easy 9 inches and as thick as my wrist which made S's eyes flare open. She motioned him over and got a hold of it and sucked as much of it down her throat as she could. She groaned as she felt his heavy balls and asked if he wanted to fuck her. He couldn't get his condom on fast enough. S laid on her back on the table and told the truckie to go slow as she wanted to savour his giant cock. I got my phone out and started to take pictures of this monster cock slowly sliding into S. She came hard as he bottomed out and his full balls pressed against her. She looked at him and told him to not be gentle... and he wasn't. He grabbed her legs, put them over his shoulders and very thoroughly ploughed her soaked box as hard and as fast as he could. This set S off and she reached out for my cock which was starting to get hard again as I watched her cum over and over again. she sucked as much of my cock into her mouth as she could and we all seemed to time it perfectly as S started to cum hard with a toe curling orgasm which made her clench down on him, which made him moan loudly as he filled his condom and I blew my second load for the day into her mouth. We all disentangled and I sent P a few more pictures of S's well fucked pussy as the truck driver thanked us and walked back to his truck. S and I jumped into the car and only then did we realise we had spent over an hour fucking at the truck stop. It wasn't long before we pulled into the driveway and were met by Jen and P. S and Jen started whispering into each others ears and before I knew it Jen and P jumped into the car and took off. S and I had a nice hot slow shower together and within the hour S and I both started getting pictures and videos of Jen and P on the very same picnic table and a very similar sized cock pistoning in and out of Jens quite visibly soaked pussy. S told me she had let Jen know which truck stop to find the monster cock at. An hour or so later Jen and P got back and Jen had a very satisfied look on her face. P told me what had happened and how there was another truckie there with a similar sized cock who had some fun with Jen as well. It was a great start to a weekend of nakedness and random fucking all over their house. As Jen and I drove back to Brisbane on the Sunday afternoon we kept getting trucks pulling up beside us and giving a quick toot on the airhorns. We still see P every now and then and keep in touch when we can.

11 October 2025

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So… I love to dance! Sexy sensual dancing that is. I feel free and it’s natural for me to move my body and enjoy moving my body to the rhythm of the music, whatever it is. The first time I did sexy sensual dancing was in front of my then partner, which was around 30 years ago. . I found it exhilarating, the feeling of warmth run through my body, that tingling sensation and being sexually wanted. I loved his eyes on me and that sense of belonging ran through me, that hunger of needing to be alive. I loved being chased, and having that feeling of excitement of not really knowing of what’s to come. Sex would always cum afterwards and usually in the spot of where I would be dancing, may it be the bedroom, the lounge room or kitchen, it was on, hot passionate sex, yum, so good! After a while of dancing in front of him, I was ready to go further with my sexy, sensual dancing. So, I started building up my confidence and aimed my focus of sexy dancing with a small group of people. Again I loved their eyes on me, to do sexy dancing in front of people who love to watch is something else. I enjoyed being watched and having erotic thoughts running through my head about how I would engage with men, women, or even couples. It’s something that I knew I had desired after having my very first encounter with 3 men in real life. Very hot! might add. Over the years I’ve learned how to dance more sexually and be more desirable. I love to wear sexy clothes when I move, sometimes just shirt and laced undies and sometimes just a top or just undies. I now go nude, to me it’s natural and freedom. I have a passion for sexy dancing and I now dance in front of a bigger audience, being the amm chat room, lol! I love it! My dream is to do sexy dancing in front of a larger audience, to have men and women dancing with or desiring me. That power of using my body and to give pleasure to other people turns me on. 😈

5 October 2025

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Many years ago we used to play with a couple who were nudists as well as swingers. At this time of our lives, it was something we were looking at dipping our toes into. This one particular weekend Jen got a text from the wife of this couple, B, inviting us down to Bryon for the weekend and going to visit some of the nudist beaches there. Jen was rostered with a full on weekend of working but told me to go and have fun and who am I to say no to socialising naked? A few quick texts to the hubby M and plans were set, they turned up a few hours later and I jumped in the front passenger seat with B sat behind him. We made pleasantries on the way down and discussed a few rules of what may or may not happen at the beach. Once we had checked into the hotel, we couldn't wait to get to the beach, throwing a tent and a few other essentials into a bag and off we went. We walked along the beach for a while when M decided that this place looked good, nice and close to the beach, but dunes up close and we set about pitching the tent. Once all was set up, we stripped off, B made a comment about how she needed to wear sunnies when she looked at my pale ass and told me to lay down in the tent so she could cover me in sunscreen. The way she applied the sunscreen to my shoulders and back made me very aware she was in a sexy mood and my suspicions were confirmed when she got to my butt and thighs and I felt her hand grab and cover my full balls with sunscreen which made me adjust to get a bit more comfy and a little giggle as my rock hard cock became visibly obvious to her. She instructed me to turn over and before I knew it, she had a condom on me and was sliding down onto it looking at M as I hit balls deep inside her. She squatted over me, put her hands on my chest and just went to town, slowly she rose above me until she could feel my large head nearly slip from her and then just drove herself down. M had come into the tent and was stroking his larger than average cock and B greedily took it into her mouth and sucked it down. My view was so damn hot, a sexy assed chick bouncing on my almost ready to explode cock as she stroked and sucked her hubbies thick cock. I informed them I was about to cum if we kept it up and M decided I was going to cum first. B got onto her knees and M knelt down beside her, I stood and pulled the condom from my cock and they both went to town on me. Taking turns to lick and suck my rigid cock and heavy balls and it wasn't long before I was on the verge of blowing. B asked how long I had edged for and her eyes widened when I told them around a week. M grabbed me and just hammered my cock into his mouth, stroking and sucking me furiously, B slipped a finger into my tight ass as she squeezed my balls gently and I lost it, the first jet of cum went deep down M's throat, he pulled it out of his mouth and furiously stroked jet after jet of hot sticky cum onto his and B's face. M handed me his phone and asked me to take some pictures and he kissed B passionately, sharing my cum between them, they both licked each others faces clean with B pulling my limp cock in between them so they could clean up any remaining cum. We disentangled ourselves and proceeded to lay in the sun living the hedonistic life we craved. That day we invited 2 guys, a girl and a couple into the tent, some over lapping of people and a right little bi orgy was happening. M and B have stopped playing now, but B and I still hook up sometimes as she likes the way I play with her, it just seems to push all the right buttons for her. I'm trying to get her to join myself and another guy from here for some bi fun, but our schedules just cant seem to line up, bet here's hoping...

28 September 2025

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After yesterday's adventures, I was heading back to the beach to enjoy the warm weather, waves and of course the hope of seeing the two lovely ladies from yesterday. I made my way down to Cable beach and drove along the beach to a quiet spot about 1.5 kilometers along the beach. I didn't see the ladies car so decided to park up the high tide mark as the tides in Broom are massive. I got out of the car and instantly took off my clothes to get the sun on my body. I got my towel out, applied sunscreen and had a sit on my towel. It wasn't as busy today, but there were still people walking and driving past. One couple passed me who I saw as I drove onto the beach had caught up to me. Both looked to be seasoned nudist with not a tan line in sight and looked to be enjoying life. I decided to head to the water to cool off a bit and enjoy the water. After 10 minutes, I came out of the water just as a car was heading my way. They decided to park near me and started to head towards the high side of the beach. But unfortunately they got stuck and it looked like they needed some help. I headed towards the car and out jumped an older skinny grey haired woman looking at the predicament she got herself into. Her husband jumped out and didn't look so impressed. They saw me and another nude couple come to help them and the husband jumped into the driver's seat. We all went to the rear of the car to help push the car out of the sand. It must have looked funny with a few nude people helping to push a car along with the older day, but together we were able to get the car unstuck. She thanked us all and we chatted for a little before we all left back to our spots on the beach. Just as I got back, I noticed that she started to undress also, so at least she was scared of all us being naked and helping previously. After having a drink and a snack, I decided to go for a walk along the ever shrinking beach as the tide was coming in. Close to me was an older gentleman in the nude who was fishing with a big rod and also I can't lie, a large penis. We chatted about the fish and the beach etc before I kept on walking a bit further passing by a couple more couples of various ages and shapes. I turned back before I met the older fisherman who still hadn't caught any fish. We chatted a bit and then his wife popped out from under their large shade. I missed seeing her before and she introduced herself as Dawn and her husband was called Rod. I joked and said it would be easy to remember his name as he was Rod with the big Rod. We all laughed with Dawn looking at my penis and said that I had nothing to worry about in that department and it was more how you used it than the size. This was a bit exciting as Dawn was very good looking for her age, and had voluptuous breasts and a nice body. My penis started to get semi erect and this didn't get past Dawn. She said, "Looks like you are more a grower than a shower like Rod. You certainly don't have anything to worry about there." We all laughed again before changing the subject. Dawn went to grab a drink from their Esky which was close by. As she bent over, she showed a fantastic view of her great looking ass. As she bent over more, I could see her hairless pussy as if it was waiting for a cock to screw it. She grabbed the drink before slowly standing back up and returning to us. She walked back and had a big grin on her face as she looked down at my now very hard penis. She said, "Ohhh, I trust you liked the view then." I was a bit lost for words, and said sorry. She said "Don't worry, that was for you". Ron said, "Hey, where is my drink!". Without a word, Dawn walked back to the Esky, but this time swaying her hips in a very sexy way. She spread her legs even more this time before very slowly bending over. She showed off her ass and pussy even more. Rod whispered, "Don't worry, enjoy the show". This made my penis even more hard and I resisted playing with myself with such a great view of Dawn and her pussy. After a minute of her pretending not being able to find what she wanted, she stood back up and handed Rod his drink. She couldn't help but to stare at my very hard penis and gave me a big smile. Rod said that he was happy I was enjoying the view and that unfortunately his Rod was no longer working, but he said that he didn't want Dawn to go without so he allowed her to play with others. I was a bit younger than usual, but he could see that Dawn was very excited to play with me and he didn't want to disappoint his darling wife. Rod gave an approving nod to Dawn who then came over to me and grabbed my penis. She said to follow her back to their covered area that she was sitting all hidden before. She didn't let go of my penis as we walked over there with Rod following and sitting nearby. Dawn sat on her chair and spread her legs. I couldn't resist and started to lick her pussy. It was very sweet tasting and in no time I had inserted a finger while licking her clit. This lasted a few minutes before she told me to swap positions. Sitting on the chair, she got on her knees and started to play with my penis. She was bending over in a way that gave Rod a look at her ass. Just at that point a couple walked passed, but with the way their shade was set up they couldn't see us and they kept on walking without even knowing what was happening. Dawn kept stroking me before she started to lick my shaft while cupping my balls. It felt fantastic and it was hard not to orgasm right then. I think Dawn noticed that and let go before she stood up and lowered herself onto my lap. She grinded on my penis before eventually she inserted it into her very wet pussy. She rode me, first starting slowly before she started to ride me harder and harder. She felt fantastic and eventually she let out a moan as her pussy tightened and throbbed as she orgasmed. This took me over the edge and also orgasmed. She was about to hop off, before I said to stay on as I was already ready to go again. Luckily I can sometimes go multiple times, and this was one of these occasions as Dawn, the beach and having Rod watching was enough to go again. Dawn had a massive smile on her face and started to ride me again. She rode me harder as her juices and my cum mixed inside her to make our own special lube. This wasn't sloppy seconds, but lucky seconds as Dawn rode me harder. She then jumped off before she turned around to face Rod, who was enjoying the show, and spread her legs to allow me to enter her in doggy position. I started to pump her and not long Dawn started to moan with every thrust. Eventually she let out an almighty moan while her pussy tightened on my penis. This set me over the edge again and I cummed in her. We both stayed in that position for a few minutes before Dawn moved forward to give Rod a big kiss. She said thanks, she really loved it and enjoyed every second. I said the same and was glad I was enough for her. Dawn then said, "Sorry, but I forgot your drink. What would you like?" She walked over to the Esky and bent over again. This time her pussy was extremely wet with our juices with some of my cum slowly dribbling down her leg. I said I will have what Rod has, and she said " You already have had me, but I will get a beer for you!" With that, she turned around and came and handed me the can. We chatted for a little before I said my goodbyes and we agreed that we will catch up again as Dawn had a massive grin on her face as she said goodbye and my cum still slowly dribbling down her leg. I knew then I would have to see them later that day once I had recharged.

24 September 2025

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For my birthday, I decided to treat myself to a holiday to Broome as I had some flight credits to use up and wanted use up and I have never been there. One of the reasons was that there is a large nudist beach in which you can drive your car along and park up for the day. My plan was to see some sight and also to relax at the nudist beach beach for the week. The first day I went to Cable Beach was in the afternoon and I was able to drive onto the beach and park close to the entrance with plenty of space between me and the other cars. I setup my towel, got naked and put on my sun lotion. It was warm afternoon, as it was every day in Broome at this time of year and the beach was slowly filling up. Not everyone was going nude, but it didn't matter as everyone was keeping to themselves. I went for a couple of dips in the cool water while waiting for the sunset. One of most popular things to do is to take a camel ride on Cable beach, right through the nude beach so all the tourists not only got to see the sunset, they also got get a view of all the naked people watching the sunset too. The next day was my birthday, I decided to go for an all day trip to the beach and enjoy the day by being in my birthday suit for the day. I decided to drive a bit further along the beach and eventually found a fairly quite part of the beach a bit away from the ramp to the beach. I parked the car up on the high part of the beach and settled in. I went for a dip in the ocean and noticed a few more cars slowly drive along the beach all finding their own positions up by the high tide mark like I had. One car was a couple which looked like they were in their 40s and in the other car looked like a couple of older women in their 50s who parked either side of me, but still with a bit of space between us. I came out of the water and decided to walk along the beach to dry off in the warm air. Firstly I went back towards the boat ramp, past a few different cars, including the couple who had now stripped off and had setup seats and an umbrella. I turned around after a bit and headed the other way before passing my car and decided that I quite enjoyed the sun on my skin and kept on walking passed the older women where there was just empty beach. Eventually I had decided to return to the car and was walking back to my car to get a drink. As I passed the older women who had also stripped off, I said a quick hello, before they asked me to help get an umbrella off the top of their 4wd as I was a bit taller than them. I said of course I would help them and was able to quickly grab it for them and bring it down. They were thankful and we talked a little more while they setup their umbrella next to their car and chairs. Eventually I left them to their day and went back to my car. The two ladies went for a swim while I was laying on my towel using my car as shade as I hadn't brought an umbrella with me on my flight. The ladies came out and decided to go for a walk past me to the boat ramp. On their return, they came past me and we struck up a conversation. They noticed that I had no shade and asked if I would like to come over and setup under their large umbrella that I had previously help them setup. I said why not, and grabbed my towel and my drink. I got to their setup and was able to put my towel down without causing them to move. We chatted for a bit and it came up why I was here. I mentioned that it was my birthday and they both wished me a happy birthday and gave me a quick hug and kiss on the cheeks. When they both hugged me, I could feel their naked breasts on my chest and I am certain they both felt my penis on their bodies, something that is unavoidable when everyone is naked. We all sat back down on our towels and chairs and chatted some more. They asked if I had anything planned for my birthday and said that I was going to spend the day in my birthday suit. One of the ladies named Candice decided to move her towel to the sun. She quickly asked me to help apply sunscreen on her, but when asking she gave me a quick and a wry smile. I started applying sunscreen to her back, before she said that I missed a bit before turning around to face me and asked me to apply it to her front. Of course I said yes and grabbed the sunscreen and started to apply the sunscreen at the top of her chest. She grabbed my hand and told me to do everywhere. I slowly moved my hands down over her ample breasts, rubbing lotion all over. Her nipples had before noticeably erect while doing this. She pushed my hands down further and eventually she had me down to her now wet pussy. My fingers briefly were able to feel the outer of her wet pussy before the other lady called Janet proclaimed that she also needed to get sunscreen. I quickly moved over to Janet to start applying sunscreen on her. First she wanted her back done, I quickly did her back before I started on her butt. I applied sunscreen on her cheeks a little longer before she turned around. As she was spinning around, she had brushed up against my hard penis before she directed me to put sunscreen on her front. She had larger breast, so it took me longer to apply the sunscreen on her breasts. Not that I was complaining as her breasts were amazing and a pleasure to be caressing. Eventually she said that I had missed a spot. I started moving my hands down and felt her pussy lips. I massaged around before she said thanks for helping. I said that it was my pleasure. She then looked down and said that she could see that I enjoyed myself and had a big smile on her face as she stared at my very erect penis. Candice told me to lie down on my towel, not wanting to disobey, I lied down on my towel with my penis standing to attention. Candice then grabbed my penis and started to gently stroke it. I can't lie, it was very nice and started to enjoy it. Janet, not wanting to miss out crouched over me presenting her wet pussy on my face. I moved my tongue and started licking her wet and delicious pussy. Candice then moved to lower her now wet pussy over my very erect penis. She slowly lowered herself down onto my shaft. I was in heaven having a threesome with two older and sexy women. Eventually Janet was grinding my face harder and harder before all of a sudden she stopped and sprayed my face with an almighty squirt and a very loud moan. This was enough to send me over the edge and I exploded and shot my warm cum inside Candice. Candice feeling me cum also let out a loud moan as she had her orgasm. After a few minutes, they both jumped off and said "Happy Birthday!!". Boy was it a fantastic birthday as I laid there with a very wet face from Janet's orgasm next two older and sexy women. Throughout my stay we had many more encounters.

18 September 2025

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The Shopping Day Well the day has come Nic. You have promised me a morning of flashing followed by a blow job. And you’ve been taking a bit of time to get ready. You have on the clothes I have requested, button up blouse, at the moment demurely buttoned all the way up, slinky knee length dress, sexy bra that will allow my hands to slip in side if I want to play with your nipples and a sheer white thong. You have just been practicing walking in the dress, because that split just goes so high. You just have to stride out a little and the sheer white knickers are on display from the right angle. You have even been watching your bottom in the mirror to see how your rear view looks. Mmm just perfect you think although the nerves are starting to kick in, I hope Tony likes it you think. And then the phone rings, you are just about out the door and you could ignore it, but you answer. It’s your shopping friend who likes to show off almost as much as you and she wants to meet you, what are you going to say, if you say no and then run into her how will you explain, so with a sinking feeling you say yes see you there. Damn that wasn’t in the plan. Sitting in your car you look down and realise that the slit makes you knickers as visible as your little denim dress. God you think maybe these are too thin and sheer, what if I get wet, they will be completely see through. Oh well too late now. After parking you make as if to check your make up in the mirror, but you are not actually doing that are you Nic, you are looking for me and then out of the corner of your eye you see me, across to the right so I will have a perfect view when you get out of the car. Well here goes you think. You open the door wide, take a deep breath and swing you right leg out. Just as I thought the dress is perfect, you are showing everything, very nice I think. Quickly you are out of the car and walking towards the centre with me following as I take in the lovely view of your butt. And then that sinking feeling, your friend is waiting for you, you thought you would have some time before she arrived so we could play our little flashing game. What are you going to do oh well we’ll see you think, maybe if you are careful she won’t notice. First stop the Newsagency/Bookstore. This is a good start because there are plenty of magazines and books on very low shelves that you can bend over to pick up or even squat down to check on. You are keeping an eye on my movements, and struggling to keep up with your friends chatter because you are very distracted as you try to flash me without getting caught. Good you think as you see a smile on my lips as you manage to turn perfectly while squatting to show me those sheer knickers again. Stop two is the Jewellery Store. You see a nice gold chain and locket. Slowly you unbutton your blouse and hang the chain down between your boobs to see how it looks. It’s longer than you thought but looks lovely as you undo two more buttons. The whole of your cleavage is now on display. You catch my eye from afar and I nod to indicate to leave the buttons undone. There is an ankle chain in the set so slowly you lift your left heel onto a chair and fasten the chain. God there is just so much leg on display. Hmm you think two flashes and you have got away without your friend seeing. On to stop three. The Lingerie Shop. You are starting to relax now and get more into the shopping but then you have a naughty thought, and as you pick up a matching bra and G-string to try on but at the last minute you select a wrong size bra. You slip into the change room and try on the set. The G-string looks good so carefully you open the change room door and ask your friend to change the Bra for the right size and as you hand the Bra out you accidentally open the door wide to give me the best flash of the morning but you draw a very startled look from your friend. Hmm you think I think I will do that again and so again as she returns with the Bra you open the door wide for everyone to see. Okay Nic lunch time and as you sit chatting in the Cafe you are slowly opening and closing your legs to give me a view under the table. But you haven’t been careful enough Nic and your friend sees all that you have again. She leans closer and in a whisper asks, Nic have you been flashing me, quickly your face and neck colour from the embarrassment. What are you going to say, you can’t let her think you have been showing off for her, your mind is racing, what will you say. Well the only thing to do is tell the truth. You lean close and whisper the story. You have a friend who likes you to flash for him and well it was all arranged so when she had rung you didn’t know what to do. Your friend takes this all in and doesn’t seem as shocked as you thought she would be, but then she says okay what’s next. Oh my god you think I can’t tell her that, but what else can you do. Slowly you whisper that you have agreed to give me a blow job in a disused stairwell. Well Nic that’s really shocked her but then she returns the favour and quietly says ‘ I want to watch ‘. You think you must have miss heard, but she quietly says it again so there is no mistaking it, ‘ I want to watch you suck this guys cock ‘ you naughty girl. Out of the corner of your eye you see me getting up and heading off. You know it is now or never. I wait just inside the door of the stairwell wondering what you will do. Are you going to come or not. Slowly the handle turns and you and your friend slip in side. You quickly cross to me as you see the surprised look on my face at the presence of your friend and reach for my hand for reassurance. Recovering quickly I spin you around so you are facing your friend and pull your bottom back hard against me so that my semi hard Cock lies between your buttocks. You thoughts are everywhere, how can I do this in front of my friend, Oh that Cock feels lovely and you move harder against me as you try to shut the view of your friend watching you out of your mind. God what does she think of me you wonder and then as I slip my right hand on to your left breast and slowly squeeze the nipple you slump slightly back into me while your bottom continues to move on my Cock. My left hand slides slowly under your panties and three fingers slip easily into your wet pussy. You are lost now as your friend watches as I slowly work your pussy and nipple. Then slowly I turn you and thread my fingers through your hair. I slowly push down and you go to your knees. I push your face into my fly and slowly rub the rough material over your lips. You reach up and pull my zip open and reach in to caress my balls and Cock. You push my shorts down and out of the way and slowly begin to lap at my sack while stroking my cock. Carefully you mouth my balls taking one and then the other into your mouth sucking voraciously and lathering them with spit. Every so often you go up to my Cock and suck and lick at the tip trying to get at the first drips of pre-cum. You sense some movement as you friend circles to get a better view as you work on my Cock. Slowly you start taking more and more of my Cock into you Hot mouth. The grip on your scalp tightens and I start to push further into your throat withdrawing only as you start to gag. Quicker and quicker I move your head back and forwards and then slowing again as I move your head down to my balls again. As I start to head towards coming I alternate between you sucking my cock and sucking on my balls until I am almost ready to come, one more hard push and your nose flattens against my body as you take all of my Cock and I explode, my Cock lodged deep in your throat. For a second you wonder if I am going to hold you there but I pull your head back and the second spurt goes in your mouth and then the rest over your face. As I let your hair go you slowly take my cock back into your mouth and begin to lick me clean. And then as you lovingly clean my Cock you remember your friend is watching, Oh My God what have I done you think. And then for the first time I speak, ‘ thank you Nic that was wonderful ‘

16 September 2025

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After a great day down at Maslins nude beach by my self, I decided it was time to head home. I was a bit to sandy for the car so walked up the stairs, still naked to head to the showers. Going up I went past some people going down the famous stairs to the beach who all gave me a g'day or hi as we passed. As I got to the showers, I noticed that there was a couple who had just walked passed the showers to the bushes to the left. They were looking around hoping they wouldn't be caught, but I had just managed to catch a glimpse of them as they rounded the corner. I, in the heat of the moment, decided to follow them as aren't we all a little bit of a voyeur in side. As I rounded the corner, they were no where to be seen, but there was more bushes and and to my surprise there they were. They had worn their bathers up the stairs. He was wearing some board shorts, she was wearing a black bikini. Though when I saw him, his boardies were around his ankles, and her mouth was sucking on his penis. I stood back watching them, while my cock was getting harder and harder. I must of made a sound and she stopped sucking and had a look at the sound. She saw me hand on my cock and gave me a quick smirk. She looked up and whispered to her man, he looked around at me before whispering in her ear. She then motions for me to come closer to watch them have some fun. With an unexpected audience member she went back to sucking on his cock. My cock was getting even harder watching them and I started playing with myself while watching my own private show. After a few minutes, she stops, smiles at me and whispers to her playmate. He whispers back, looks at me and gives me a wink and a smile. He gently removes her bikini top revealing her B cup breasts. She goes back down on his penis, but only for a minute. Before she stands up and remove here bikini bottoms. She looks at me and gives me a wink before she gets in the doggy position looking at me. He enters her no doubt very wet pussy and she lets out a quiet moan while watching me with my hands pumping on my hard cock. She looks like she is in heaven as she is being taken from behind while putting on a show for me. I had to slow down otherwise I was going to explode before the end of the show. But they were going at it like rabbits before they both orgasm together. As they were slowing down, she gave me a nod, a nod to finish myself as she watched me. It didn't take me long before I exploded as the show had been fantastic. When I finally climaxed, it was intense and the furthermost I had ever shot. I had almost hit her in the face, but luckily I was aiming just to the left of her. There we were, all three of us is a secluded area all doing something we had never done before, all very satisfied after an impromptu show. She gave me a wink and a big smile, he also gave me a smile knowing that his woman had done something wild with him. I gave them both a big smile, and headed back to the showers to clean myself. They hang back to put on their bathers and I thought that was the last I would see of them. But as I was showering naked in the open air showers, they went past. They both gave me smile, but she turned around once they had passed and gave me a wink and a big approving smile. It made me a bit more hard again but alas they kept on walking. As they walked up the stairs, she once again looked back to me and had a massive smile and gave me a very excited wave goodbye.

11 September 2025

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The last time I went to the nude beach, I got there around 5:30pm — just as the UV dropped. The light was mellow and golden, the perfect time to arrive. I hit the sand and, without hesitation, stripped off my clothes and shoved them in my bag. No better feeling. The release of fabric, the brush of breeze against bare skin, the faint thrill of public nudity that doesn’t feel performative — just freeing. It was about 34 degrees that day. Warm enough that plenty of people were still hanging around. Couples nestled under umbrellas, little clusters in the shallows, solo men wandering up and down with vague purpose. There’s a particular kind of rhythm at a nude beach — people stroll with a sense of comfort, of familiarity, but you can feel the low hum of observation beneath it. The gentle dance of being seen and seeing. I followed my usual routine. Straight to the water, toes sinking into the wet sand, the tide teasing at my ankles. Then I started walking, slowly, letting my gaze drift across bodies and water and stone. Down past the rocks, where the beach curves and narrows — that’s where any action usually happens, if it’s going to. I’m always ambivalent about that. I don’t go expecting anything. Most of the time, I just want to be naked, to soak in the sun, to feel my body untethered. I set up my towel and walked back into the water. The temperature shift from warm to cool and back again does something to me every time. It’s not even about arousal — just sensation. A kind of soft ache, like static or fuzz, warming my cock and balls in a way that makes me feel proud of what I’m showing, even if I’m not hard. Confident, in a quiet way. There were a couple of solo guys wading nearby. Close enough to acknowledge, far enough to avoid conversation. I never push. If someone wants to talk, they’ll talk. Otherwise, I let the space be what it is. I returned to my towel, the air licking droplets from my skin. I lay on my back and opened my book. The sun was still warm enough to be comforting, but no longer aggressive. My skin drank it in without worry. No sunscreen, no fear. Just heat on bare skin, the wind occasionally lifting the corner of my towel. There’s something deeply right about reading naked in the open, not for anyone else, just for yourself. People kept wandering by — the usual parade. A few I’d seen on previous visits. Some doing the same lazy loop up and down the beach. Solo men, mostly. Sometimes I wonder what brings each of them here. Are they hoping to see something? Find someone? Or are they just, like me, content in their skin? At one point, I stood and stretched — half out of boredom, half out of curiosity. A man nearby was packing up his things, sliding his towel into a canvas bag. He looked up at me, paused, and said, “You’re beautiful.” I wasn’t prepared for it. Not those exact words. Not spoken so directly. I laughed awkwardly, unsure what to say — thank you? you too? It wasn’t a line. Just a statement. Honest. Simple. A little surreal. We chatted. He was clearly more practiced in this space — confident, gay, playful. He told me about the regular crowd, the rhythms of the beach, how often he played and how he stayed safe. I asked questions — not to pry, but out of genuine curiosity. I told him what I was open to, what I avoided, how I’m cautious and careful. It was a good conversation. No pressure, just shared notes on desire and boundaries. Then he left, and I stayed — alone again, but not lonely. Sometime after the first guy left, I checked my phone and saw a message from someone in the chat — a casual, half-hearted “who’s still around?”. I replied, said I was there, offered that they could come pull up a towel if they wanted. Eventually, he arrived. Slightly older, bigger build — rounder in the middle but smooth-skinned and confident. Friendly face. He waved as he approached, a quiet kind of energy to him. We didn’t waste time — just settled into easy chat. No pretence, no pressure. Mostly beach talk at first. Work. Where we were from. What brought us out today. He mentioned his partner pretty early on — a woman who knew he played with men on the side. Not only that, but she apparently enjoyed it, especially watching him get blown. That’s not something I could help him with — not that night, anyway — but I appreciated the openness. There’s something really freeing about talking about sex in a space that doesn’t demand it. We swapped stories. Spoke about boundaries. Shared thoughts on our bodies, tattoos. The things we liked about ourselves, the things we didn’t. Honest, curious, unguarded. Normally, by this time of day, the slow migration would have begun — solo men gathering towels, glancing around, making their way down past the rocks where things sometimes happened. There’s a tacit choreography to it. Nobody talks about it out loud, but everyone knows. A rising tide of quiet intent. But this time, there was a snag in the rhythm — a pregnancy photoshoot unfolding right in the middle of the action zone. I’d seen the photographer before — a woman, always fully clothed, always calm and in control. She seemed to love the light here, the rawness of it. Her subject was stunning — glowing and round-bellied, starting out in a flowing dress and then slowly revealing more skin as the shoot went on. The contrast was gorgeous, honestly. Her body full of life, soft curves and maternal gravity, against a backdrop that often held very different kinds of tension. Still, it meant the usual suspects had to hold off — there was a visible hesitance in the way men lingered at the edge of the rocks, waiting. Not exactly leering, but definitely paused in limbo. Nobody wanted to be the guy jerking off thirty metres from a maternity shoot. At least, I hoped not. My new friend and I decided to take a walk. It felt oddly liberating, doing the same long naked stroll that the solo guys do — except now I wasn’t alone, and somehow that shifted everything. It didn’t feel like prowling. It just felt like walking. Like being part of something human, not transactional. We wandered up and back a few times, commenting quietly on the crowd, on bodies, on posture. I’m always fascinated by people’s shapes, in both sexual and non-sexual ways. The slope of a shoulder. The way someone holds their gut or adjusts their towel. The tension in a thigh when someone bends to pick something up. I find myself imagining what it feels like to be in that body — not just to touch it, but to inhabit it. How it must feel to stand there, naked in public, aware of your shape, your marks, your hang-ups. And how all of that might shift depending on who’s watching. There are very few body types I feel no attraction to at all. Even when I’m not turned on, I’m curious. There’s something sacred about people letting themselves be seen like this — not just by lovers or partners, but by strangers. I love the mix of pride and vulnerability in it. Eventually, we made our way back to our towels. The sun had dipped behind the cliffs, and it was practically dark. The photoshoot was still going, the photographer crouched low to the sand, her lens catching the last blush of light on the pregnant subject’s skin. There was a small cluster of naked men gathered at a respectful distance, waiting. Not quite awkward, but definitely a little stuck. A bottleneck of bodies, all on pause. The tide had shifted, but no one could quite make the next move. Eventually, the photoshoot wraps up. The pregnant woman slips back into her robe, and the photographer packs away her gear. They wander off together, chatting quietly, oblivious or maybe wilfully unaware of the ripple they’ve held back all this time. And just like that, the energy shifts. It’s almost comical the way it happens — this slow, polite migration of naked men, all beginning to drift in the same direction, pretending they’re just going for a sunset stroll. No one approaches each other directly at first, but there’s a quiet urgency in the way the group moves — a clear and shared intention hanging thick in the air. We’re all here for the same reason, even if no one says a word. My friend and I follow, not rushing, but certainly not dawdling either. The temperature’s dropped slightly, but the energy is warmer now — heavier. The unspoken rules of the beach have started to bend. The lid is off. By the time we make it down to the far end, it’s on. Most of the guys are hard, or halfway there, casually touching themselves as they linger near one another. It’s not a frenzy, not yet — more like a gathering storm of attention and arousal. Everyone performing a little, watching a little. Feeling each other out. I let myself take up space. Standing somewhere in the middle, I stroke myself slowly, not too eager, just enough to grow into my full size. I like the way I look like this — exposed, but proud. Compared to most of the others, I feel big. And I like that. My friend, surprisingly, is quite the grower. He looked small earlier, but now he’s filling out, impressive in a different way — heavy and full, low-hanging. People start to drift a little closer, like orbiting planets shifting toward gravity. Not touching yet. Just watching. A few of them are clearly waiting for someone else to make the first move. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice him — a smaller Asian man I’d clocked earlier in the afternoon. He’d passed us a few times while we were walking, always a beat slower when he moved past me, his eyes sneaking down, not lingering long enough to be obvious, but definitely clocking me. Now, here in this dimming light, he’s closer. His gaze isn’t subtle anymore. He’s staring directly at my cock, transfixed. And fuck, it does something to me. That feeling — to be wanted like that, clearly, hungrily, without performance or pretence. My cock twitches at the attention, swelling harder in response. I let him watch. I meet his eyes once — not long, just enough to let him know I’ve noticed, that I know. And then I go back to stroking. My hand slow and deliberate, the air cool on my thighs, the sand shifting under my feet. I’m not even thinking about where this might go. I’m just enjoying the heat of it, the slow burn of being seen. He makes the first move. It’s so subtle, so respectful, but there’s no mistaking the intent. He steps just slightly into my space and runs a hand up the middle of my back. His touch is soft, almost reverent — not grabbing, not groping, just touching. And it sends a quiet shiver down my spine. There’s something deeply sexy about that — someone so clearly full of desire, and yet choosing something as gentle and grounding as skin-on-skin contact. His hand glides lower, warm and careful, moving down over the small of my back and resting on my bum with a kind of quiet awe. I can feel his breath close now. His small, earnest cock is fully hard, pointing up towards me with an intensity that belies its size. His touch seems to give permission to the rest of the circle. As if on cue, another man steps forward. His approach is different — no hesitation. His hand closes firmly around my cock, and I let out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding. It’s a good grip, confident. His own cock is thick and proud, almost a mirror of mine, and I reach for it instinctively, wrapping my hand around its length. We find a shared rhythm quickly — slow at first, just feeling each other out, then stronger. Deliberate. The first guy doesn’t leave — he stays close, off to the side, his hand never leaving my skin. Still gliding up and down, now along my waist, over my bum again, fingertips brushing the inside of my thigh. At times, he presses in, gently, affectionately — I feel his leg hook lightly around mine, and his cock press into my hip. He moans, quietly, more breath than sound. He’s still stroking himself, but the contact seems to be as much for his reassurance as mine. Like he wants to feel that I’m real. That this is happening. Then I feel my friend — the one I’d walked the beach with — step back into the scene. He’s in front of me now, eyes lit with curiosity and hunger. His hands go straight to my chest, stroking and squeezing, mapping out my body with a kind of casual affection. One hand cups my balls, the other slips around to squeeze my bum — both firm and gentle. He’s touching himself too, lazily, like he knows there’s no rush. For a moment, I float out of myself. I pause and try to imagine what this scene must look like to anyone watching — four men, different shapes, different kinds of hard, hands on each other’s skin, bodies overlapping, shifting and sharing. I think: Anyone who’s not part of this would just be jealous. The man with the firm grip is still there, still focused. His hand slides smoothly up and down my shaft, taking his time, but moving with growing confidence. He’s tuned in, responding to the little sighs I make, the way I press into him, the slight arch of my back. I don’t have to tell him I’m loving it. It’s obvious. I am lost in it — in the contrast of bodies, the blur of skin and breath and quiet hunger. And still, the first guy’s hand doesn’t leave me. With one man’s steady hand stroking my cock, another’s fingers lightly playing across my chest, my walking friend still gently squeezing and palming my bum, and the quiet, reverent presence of the Asian man pressed into my side — it’s all a lot. Add to that the sensation of cool air rolling in off the water and ghosting over every inch of my naked body, and it tips into something close to sensory overload. I hold both my friend’s and the Asian man’s cocks in my hands — not moving, just holding, grounding myself in the moment through the feel of warm skin and steady pulse. And in that space, the rhythm of that firm hand on my cock continues — slow, deliberate, focused — as if he knows exactly how to keep me on the edge until it’s time to let go. And then I do. My body tightens, my back arches just slightly, and I groan — not polite or muted, but loud and real. I can feel hands on my body in response, like they’re coaxing the orgasm out of me, stroking my skin and squeezing me with this quiet kind of reverence. The firm grip doesn’t waver as I come hard — a sharp, hot burst that lands messily in the sand. Somewhere beside me, someone lets out an appreciative mmmmm, and it makes me smile. There’s something strange and honest about the moment. The pleasure has peaked, and there’s not much left to do. No script to follow. Just this gentle unravelling, the quiet shift in atmosphere. But I like that part. I like that I can step away without guilt, without awkwardness — leave the scene exactly as I entered it: on my terms. I pat my friend’s back, grinning, and murmur, “Alright — next man up.” He chuckles, and I don’t even look back to see who steps into the newly vacant space. I stroll off slowly, through the shallows, the water cool against my ankles and calves. The sky is dimming, stars faint above, and the moonlight catches the edges of the waves and — I imagine — the curve of my back, the wet trail down my legs, the soft swing of my now-limp but very satisfied cock, still flushed and happy in the warm air. I take the long path back toward the carpark, breathing it all in — the salty air, the low hum of night, the buzz still singing quietly in my skin. There is no better feeling.

6 September 2025

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Part 1 My longtime bestie D was visiting Melbourne from Perth & determined to let her hair down. She’d already gotten her first tattoo, been pashed on the dance floor by another close girlfriend and sampled various city adventures. So she was very excited when I suggested we visit the Hellfire Club that Sunday night. I’d been and watched the entertainment before but tonight there was the spark of infinite possibility. So I dressed accordingly. Fishnet tights, thigh high CFM boots, lace shorts and bra covered in a sheer mesh tunic. With a long black leather coat to keep it all a secret on the Brunswick to South Melbourne tram. We arrived fairly early as I didn’t want D feeling overwhelmed by the in-your-face debauchery. The lights were low and there were about 70 people mingling, some in clubbing outfits, others looking very day-to-day. After checking our coats D was a little nervous so we hit the bar for some Dutch courage. As I eyed the bar staff for attention movement beside me caught my eye. An Amazon goddess in red leather, long black curls, amazing cleavage and legs to the sky finished by piercing stilettos towered above me. A long ruby fingernail trailed my wrist as a deep husky growl tickled my ear… “You’re delicious… I want you on my rack.” Oh my god… be still my nether regions… She continued, “How bout a drink on the house for both you and your friend? And in return you let me play with you?” I’d watched many times and been sooo turned on. . “Ok, you’re on” I winked. Half an hour later it was time. Lucy, my mistress held her hand to me and together we climbed the few steps to the round stage in the centre of the room. D was watching, almost as excited as I was as Lucy led me to the black metal A frame attached to the floor. I was cuffed with my hands above my head then Lucy trailed her hands from my wrists down my arms, slowly over my stomach, my hips and the cupped my ass firmly. My tunic had been removed so her hot fingers were on lace, net and bare skin. Her hands then roamed down my thighs to my ankles which were gripped firmly then pulled apart. As she slowly stood, running her palms back up my legs she pressed her breasts against my back. “Good girl” she purred into my ear. “Open your eyes babe and see how hot everyone thinks you are”. I hadn’t realised my eyes were closed, savouring her touch but I did as she suggested just as boom! the adrenalin kicked in. The opening bars to Prodigy’s Firestarter cranked as I took in the broad smiles… and heat… and lust of a hundred and fifty or more men and women. All turned on - by me. Fucking wow!! And it was only the beginning. Lucy kissed and licked the back of my neck then reached around and pinched my nipples through the lace. Only briefly then she stepped back. I felt movement then a pressure against my ass. It was a whip handle lightly smacking against my cheeks. She then pushed it through my open thighs to tap and rub against the front of my panties. I closed my eyes as I felt myself get wet very quickly. “ Keep your beautiful eyes open - look at how much power you have in this room” Lucy growled. As I did the first flick of the whip stung against my ass and I gasped in pleasure. The whole room gasped with me. “Oooh you like that don’t you” in my ear. “ Tell Mistress Lucy you like it”… the words against the Prodigy bass line could only be answered with “yes Mistress. I really like it”. “That’s a good girl”… More bass, more beats and the whip flicking soft… then harder… slow… then quick. Shoulders … back… thighs and ass. Kisses and licks along my neck in between. Every now and then the handle rubbing against my now very wet lace clad pussy. Suddenly she stopped. As the music changed to Garbage’s Queer I looked around me at the sea of faces… glazed eyes… wet lips… and anticipation. What now? Lucy’s breath behind me “wax time my kitten”. Then she slid one hand to pinch my left nipple as I felt a trickle of searing heat between my shoulder blades. I inhaled sharply - it fucking hurt- and as I did her hand went straight between my legs with a finger rubbing my clit through the fabric. “Holy fuck” I moaned as the pleasure of her rubbing juxtaposed against the hot candle wax now lightly splashed against the skin all over my back. “Yes you are” Lucy purred then slid her fingers inside my shorts, between the netting and stroke my pussy while wax ran down my ass cheeks. The crowd were distanced so they could not fully see how Lucy’s fingers were working my clit, then pushing inside my cunt beneath my shorts but they got the gist I can assure you. I could see and feel them sharing the experience as I came and it was fucking sublime. The waxing ceased and Lucy came around in front of me. She grabbed my hair in her fist with one hand, the other on my ass and kissed me firmly, her tongue dancing with mine. Then standing back just as the song finished, she turned and announced to the crowd “such a good girl, isn’t she?” The applause was huge and D gave me a double thumbs up grinning like a madwoman. Part 2 Mistress Lucy led me down the stairs from the rack stage to where D was waiting. “Here she is. Our little kitten did very well”, Lucy winked at D who was still grinning like a proud parent. “You two head for the facilities over there”, Lucy gestured to a door in the corner marked Private. “You can freshen up a bit with warm towels then there’s another drink each at the bar waiting for you. Now wish me luck”, she smirked and indicated to the next rack participant, a middle aged balding fellow dressed for a Sunday family BBQ. We headed for the bathroom, D clutching my hand, exclaiming “Fuck babe, that was amazing!” A little while and several drinks later D and I were on the crowded dance floor lost in 90s anthems. She was locking eyes with a very keen lad who looked besotted. I was lost in euphoria, still on a high from my exhibitionism but feeling the beats in my veins. A tallish very cute fellow with dark floppy hair and a nervous smile hesitated in front of me. He bent forward and spoke in my ear. “My girlfriend and I saw you on stage. We thought you were gorgeous. She really wants to kiss you”. He pointed to a wall close by where a voluptuous blonde pixie in a short skirt, high boots and black mesh shirt with barely hidden red bra leant. As I caught her eye she gave a small wave and a slow lazy smile. “Does she now?” I replied to her companion who nodded like a little school boy. “Hmmm… all right then”, and I slowly headed toward her, keeping eye contact the whole way. I stopped when I got within speaking distance. “So I hear you’d like to kiss me?” Her black-rimmed eyes were bright green and widened at my question, her lips parted with a quick tongue flicker and she nodded slowly. I moved closer toward her, put one hand above her on the wall, the other cupped her chin and leant in to graze her mouth with mine. So soft and warm. Gentle butterfly kisses, exploring… tentative at first. Then I felt her tongue taste my lower lip and that was it, I opened my mouth and tasted her. Such a delicious kiss… it melted my knickers (what was left of them!). I grabbed her ass and moved my knee between her legs where it was sooo warm. “Ohhh fuck” she moaned, then “I know a room we can go - the three of us?” She indicated her boyfriend (oh yeah, had forgotten about him). Hmmm… this sounded fun. D was now pashing in the corner with her dance partner, I interrupted just long enough to check in then let myself be lead away by Miss Pixie and Mr Floppy-Hair. Up a flight of stairs there was a low-lit gantry I’d never noticed before. From there you could see the rack stage and dance floor before the area branched off into several small partitioned rooms. Each had a low broad couch, around the size of a double bed, a small table and velvet entry curtains. “Members area” Pixie said in my ear, just heard above the music pumping from the floor below. The light was red hued and subtle but enough to see her big smile as she drew me into the last room and kissed me again. Floppy hair (let’s just call him FH) moved to stand behind me and put his hands on my hips. I could feel his hardness against my ass as he grazed his hands up toward my boobs and lightly pinched my nipples, at the same time kissing my neck. Pixie’s fingers joined his, rubbing my little peaks to stiffness then reached down to pull off my tunic. She then pushed his hands toward my panties where he stroked from behind me. She pulled the bra straps down from my shoulders, grabbed both tits firmly and licked each nipple in turn with her wet mouth, before sucking with gusto. Fucking hell this was hot!! Just as I started losing myself in her attention she paused, then pushed me gently but firmly onto the couch. FH took a step back just watching as she lay me back, kissing my mouth, my neck, my breasts… then with one expert movement my panties were off. I was curious (in a very blurry way) as to how she’d deal with the fishnets beneath but Pixie was a pro. With a practiced two hand grip she ripped the gusset away leaving my pussy bare and eager. “Fuck yes, you are delicious” she growled, spreading my thighs before plunging her tongue between the sodden folds. I felt FHs lips kissing mine and opened my mouth as Pixie lapped at my clit. I then felt FH’s hands reach down to spread my cunt lips wide open, the better for Pixie to devour. FH moved one hand beneath Pixies mouth and thrust two fingers inside me sending waves of pure pleasure through me. FH leant back a little “I want to fuck you while you eat her” he murmured. I’d never tasted another girl before but Pixie was so damn gorgeous I was up for it. She looked up from between my legs, her mouth and chin covered in my juices, “You are naughty babe. Let me share your pussy taste first” then moved up to kiss me with open mouth and tongue dripping onto mine. What a kiss… my flavour on her mouth had shock waves flowing through me. As our mouths ground into each bother she grabbed my hand while pulling up her skirt. No panties!! And a pussy so ripe to touch I had no choice but to run my fingers around her folds, so fucking wet… Her breasts were pushed against mine and needed to be freed from their constraints. One hand inside her pussy, the other undid the buttons on her blouse and roughly pushed back the red lace to reveal a delectable strawberry nipple just asking to be suckled. Her back arched as she crammed more flesh into my mouth for me to lick and suck. “Oh my god babe, I need your tongue inside me” she started wiggling back on the couch then paused to look at FH. He held his rather impressive cock in his hand, stroking confidently as he watched us playing then deftly rolled a condom down his sheath. “I want to watch him fuck you from behind while you devour my cunt”, Pixie now was laid back before me, rubbing her nipples lazily with legs spread apart and pussy shiny in the half-light. FH stood behind and lifted my hips so my ass was mid air, thighs parted. He grabbed my hair in his fist and pushed my face closer to Pixies soaked centre. I inhaled her musky scent and lapped against her clit with firm, slow circles, slid my tongue up and down her lips and sucked the folds. Sweet… warm… a little salty… so very very wet. She writhed and wriggled like a woman possessed until she moaned “Fuck me now!”. My tongue plunged into her cunt at the same time FHs cock entered mine and within minutes we all came ferociously together. Never did get their names but reckon I’d know that Pixie pussy if I ever saw it again… PS Ok I confess this story is only mostly true - 85% ish… Unfortunately where ever Pixie & FH took me, they were NOT members & we were sprung just as we got to the end bit. But you know… artistic license & a creative imagination helps to finish things up nicely :) xx (c) 2025

30 July 2025

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Every year I take trip to NZ to see friends and family. My last trip was a quick flash in the pan visit, but I found myself with a night and day free in Auckland before I flew out. So after chatting to a few people on various platforms, I arranged to meet a lovely hotwife at Ladies bay for a day of relaxing in the sun before I flew out that night. She arrived at the agreed time at a cafe just down the road from Ladies Bay and I immediately lost the "Commando Coffee" we had discussed as it seemed all she had on was a sarong, that just barely covered. We sat and chatted for a while over coffee and discussed what was on the table for the day. She quickly leant in close, grabbed my hardening cock through my shorts and informed me her hubby was waiting and that we should perhaps get to the beach before it gets too late. We left the cafe and headed towards a white van, she opened the sliding door and we both jostled inside, once my eyes had adjusted to the lack of light, I could see this was purely a pleasure van, there was a screen playing porn, a mattress with restraints and a few boxes of toys. She slid the door closed, dropped the sarong and was pulling my shorts off furiously. Within seconds she had my cock sliding down her throat and was looking up at me with those "Please cum in my mouth" eyes It didn't take long before I did just that, grabbing her head and her grabbing my ass and forcing more of my cock down her throat, I exploded, she gagged and choked a little but managed to swallow it all. Then there came a groan from a speaker as it seems her hubby, who was watching from the front seat via a little camera blew his load. She then unhooked what seemed like a swing from the roof of the van and positioned herself in it, told her hubby to get going and told me her pussy needed eating. I looked through one of the boxes of toys and found a clit toy that she just grinned at and told me to be quick as she needed to release. We were moving in traffic as I went to town on her, sliding fingers, toys and my face as far into her hot pussy as I could get them, it didn't take long before she started quivering and shaking and moaning she was about to cum and she did, boy did she, she exploded and squirted all over me, the toys and half the van, once again I heard the voice over the speaker..."Ohh yes Baby... your enjoying him aren't you?" She moaned as another little spasm ran through her and told him to just take her home as she needed a proper release. She looked at me, grinned and said they would get me to the airport in time for my flight. Which they did, but only after a few hours of she and I moaning and groaning our way around their house. Especially their pool and backyard. The weather was awesome, we enjoyed drinks and lounging naked while her hubby waited on us. Suffice to say, the next trip to Auckland in Feb has a few more free days to be spent in Auckland as I re-connect with this awesome couple.

15 July 2025

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We had been chatting on another platform and one day our schedules lined up. You had wanted to go to a local sex cinema and buy some new collars and suggested I meet you there for my input. I quickly agreed and showered, shaved and was on my way ASAP. I pulled up beside your car and you opened the door and beckoned me over. As soon as I was in, you looked at me all blushed and you informed me you had a lunch date to go to and had been instructed to arrive at a certain level of dishevelment and that you would like me to provide said dishevelment. You told me what you needed and I agreed. In we went. You took my hand and dragged me about the shop, looking at tails, collars, leashes, some ropes and candles. You kept asking for my opinion and giving me demonstrations that were very arousing and eventually you settled on a collar that said "Cumslut" a new clit vibe and a butt plug with an interchangeable tail. As you were paying for you items, you looked at me and asked the cashier for a couples ticket to the cinema. He bagged up your items and off we went into the cinema. We found a movie playing where a woman was being taken by 2 guys and started watching. You rummaged around and put your new collar on and busted out the new toy and handed me the tail. Once I had the plug and tail out, I looked over and you had pulled your dress up, yanked your panties to one said and were assaulting your clit with the sucker vibe. You saw me with the plug in my hand and moaned loudly, convulsed a little and told me to quickly put it inside your pussy. It was like your juicy hole sucked it out of my fingers. The lady on the screen was getting pounded by the 2 men and you came violently as she started to get DP'd. You looked at me and told me you needed cock, you signalled to another guy who had his cock out and was watching both you and the screen. he positioned himself in front of you and you sucked as much as you could into your hot mouth. I moved in behind you, pulled the plug from your butt and slowly slid my rock hard cock inside you. You pushed back and that was my signal to pound, I took a firm hold of your hips and fucked you as hard and as fast as I could, this made you take more of the cock in your mouth, you gagged, and pushed back. All 3 of us couldn't hold any more and I emptied inside you... as instructed. Your new friend erupted into your mouth and you managed to contain and swallow most of it. As we all disentangled a large dollop of his cum landed on you chest, which you scooped up but mostly rubbed into your skin. Before you moved you asked me to take a picture of your used pussy and send it to you, which I did. We cleaned up a little bit and all said out goodbyes. You got me to take one last picture of you, your lips glazed, hair slightly messy and the cum you missed obvious on your chest. You thanked me and we went our separate ways. We talked later that night and you thanked me so much for my contribution and that you had arrived exactly as your Sir had wanted you to. We still meet every now and then when Sir needs you a certain way, and I'm always happy to oblige.

14 June 2025

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