Some years ago now, I had just joined AMM and I had attended a house party or two. House parties were ok but I was more of a one on one type and preferred meeting in the bush or under a bridge or behind a toilet block. Yes, I know, a bit on the sordid side but I have had some really good roots behind toilet blocks and with some real ladies. But I digress, I hadn’t had my tool inside a woman for some time and while my hand had served me well, it was time for some pussy. Almost in desperation, I messaged one couple who ran a group, about a house party but it was a little too debauched for my liking. The woman I spoke to gave me her phone number and after a brief intro she told me that she was planning a beach hand job/ mutual masturbating gathering behind a beach in the sand dunes in a few weeks time that was a little more laid back and she suggested that might be more to my liking. My dick and I nodded our heads, she didn’t see that as we were on the phone, and I told her that I would be there at the suggested time. She gave me the impression that rooting wasn’t on the menu, simply mutual masturbating. I didn’t mind that as I certainly didn’t mind a handjob but I really liked feeling up a horny woman and enjoying the curves and texture of her body and all of its bits. The day rolled around and not a day too soon as I was randy as a stud bull and I had been abstaining from my daily masturbating so that I would give a good blow. I showed up eager and raring to go at the beach she mentioned. There weren’t many cars in the car park which was a good sign. I started down the track, taking the turns she mentioned (some were a little obscure but I suppose that was a good thing and I managed not to get lost) and there she was, just as she said she would be, stark naked and standing with her hand wrapped around the cock of an equally naked fellow, in a little clearing in the broad sunlight of a lovely sunny beach day. She had a lovely white skinned body nicely padded as most women delightfully are to the male eye. I was getting aroused just looking at her body. She wasn’t built like a super model, the tits weren’t huge not even big but they had a nice shape and her nipples stood out. She had a nicely shaped arse that formed up near her waist and sloped down deliciously to form her buns which in turn formed the slightest hint of a roll over the tops of her legs. I could have eaten them or at the very least licked, nibbled and sucked on them as she watched over her shoulder. There was a guy fully clothed in shorts and shirt (that I later found out was her hubby and co runner of the group) standing off to the side about four of five metres away. She had a nice middle age body smallish to average tits that hung forward nicely as she stood face to face with this naked guy, pulling slowly on his pud. He was feeling her tit rolling it around in his hand, not so much pinching the nipple but just squeezing it and squelching it and feeling the texture. It certainly looked enticing and I really wished it was my hand doing the feeling. There were two fellows fully clothed, standing off the track next to each other just watching. I looked over, hit them with a weak smile and then we all looked back at the action. One other guy, skinny, with an unkempt beard and long straggly hair, naked except for a pair of board short, was off in the shade to the side almost out of sight and masturbating his tool furiously as it stuck out of the leg of his board shorts. He was watching the woman and the guy and really laying into himself, bending his knees, holding onto a poor little sapling he was standing next to for support, causing its leaves to rustle somewhat. He came with a grunt shortly after, giving his tool those final violent post ejaculation sporadic desperate jerks. I couldn’t help but wonder whether I looked like that when I did a standing wank. I probably do. He pulled his shirt back on and after lighting his cigarette, disappeared off down another little track to I know not where as I wasn’t familiar with this beach. The other two guys standing together seemed to know each other maybe from the group. One of them had his dick out and was stroking himself. I took his lead and opened the front of my shorts. I pulled out my fully engorged tool and stared to pull myself . I had worn a pair of shorts but no undies and so I had by this time amassed a large wet spot in the front of my shorts. It didn’t seem to matter as we all knew what we were there for and who, after all, was looking at the front of another guys pants when there was a naked woman standing there in the sunshine, the lovely white skin of her tits, arse and pussy on show for all of the male sex hormones to go wild over. Leaving his mate to his tool pulling, the other guy stepped forward and approached the woman and the guy she was pulling, taking time to strip off his top and shorts before standing a metre or so away making himself obvious to them. To be fair the woman had been wanking this guy for some time and they had been talking with the occasional chuckle from her and while he was probably having a lovely time, he was clearly not concentrating on his orgasm and so it was surely someone else’s turn. The guy being wanked must have sensed the other fellow standing there and so resigned himself to his tool’s fate and turned away as she released his tool and stood back. The other guy approached and stood in front of her. There didn’t seem to be any recognition. I don’t know whether she knew him or not but her hand wrapped around his tool, (that amazingly wasn’t erect – I was as hard as a rock and I wasn’t anywhere near her body) as he bent down and sucked on her tit. I moved in closer and watched unashamedly as my lust took over. This guy was heavily bushed in the pubic area, had a gut that hung out noticeably, well I noticed it, and couldn’t leave her tit alone, forcing her to really extend to reach his cock. He had a chunky cock, I remember that and she had a good grip on the shaft as his foreskin ran back and forth over the knob. He finally left her tit to its own devices and stood up to concentrate on her working on him and that, had finally woken up his flaccid dick. As she pulled on him I noticed that the back of his thighs (his hamstrings?) were quivering. Maybe the strain was telling. It didn’t take long before he let out a quiet, truncated “aaaagh” and a big goopy dag of cum dripped out of the eye of the partially foreskin covered knob, dangled down and eventually broke off and hurtled to the ground. She pulled him a few more times and he backed off. He ran his finger along the underside of his tool to expel the remaining cum and shook it off before wandering away back to where his clothes had been hurriedly discarded. I was getting anxious at this point and wanted her hand wrapped around my tool a soon as possible. I looked over at this guy’s mate who seemed content to just watch as he wasn’t making any moves towards her (he had been there before me after all) and so I stepped up. I said hello and identified myself to which she showed recognition. As we talked I couldn’t control my lust and so placed my arm around her waist and pulled her to me. I placed a hand on her tit and felt her up running my hands all over her back and arms and shoulders as my hand squeezed her tit. She had a lovely smile on her pretty face and ran her hand over my chest as she looked up into my eyes. My excitement took over and I stripped off my shirt, shorts and undies and pulled her naked body to me once more, rubbing my erection and balls into the side of her leg. She proceeded to now wrap her hand around my very thankful shaft. We spoke for a second or two as if we had met on the street and were discussing the weather. I couldn’t help myself and my hands moved over, under and around all over her breasts as I looked her in the eyes as we talked. She was a sexy woman! As she thrust out her breasts, pushing them into my hand she told me she was glad I could show up as they were always glad to see new members. The double entendre was lost on me at the time. Yeah, I know, I’m a bit slow at times. Anyway, she had hardly stopped talking when she promptly bent over at the waist and holding my balls and the base of my shaft, slurped down my knob and half of my shaft. I was, shall we say, extremely grateful for that gesture. It was really swooning, pass out material. She finished her fellatio of me and stood upright again. It was an all too brief session of sucks and despite thrusting in and out of her a few times I had managed not to explode into her mouth. I thanked her to which she nodded acknowledgement and smiled an almost motherly smile. I hadn’t seen anyone else get their cock sucked and so I felt privileged. Her hand returned to my cock and I couldn’t decide whether to feel her tit and again or return to feeling her between the legs. Unlike my predecessor, I was cleanly shaven as was she. Her deliciously plump little pussy lips formed a perfect slit framed by her nicely padded thighs (that I dearly wanted to lick all over) and topped off with a very slight middle aged belly. I love middle aged women, I was a middle aged guy (at the time) after all but I don’t think it was that. Middle aged and older women are so much more experienced and laid back and generally take life as it comes. I couldn’t restrain myself and my hand explored her plump lips, taking a handful of her vulva, squeezing it gently several times. My finger penetrated between her lips, rubbing itself up and down in the slippery lubricated crack and delightful it was. We looked into each others eyes and there were quiet ooohs and aaaahs ushering forth from both. She quietly gasped out (almost whispering that made it so much more personal) “finger me” and I complied with absolutely no hesitation, inserting my middle finger into the warm wet slippery depths of her twat. The animal in me tends to cut in at times like that and this time was no exception. I preceded to finger fuck her with some vigour which she seemed to enjoy as she stopped pulling me and just clamped her hand onto my cock. She held onto my shoulder with her other hand, effectively using my shoulder and my cock for support. After a considerable pounding of my hand into her twat, she instructed me to slow down which I did. My finger slid in and out of her, I could hear the squishy sound of her juices as my finger slowly massaged its way in and out of her lovely little box. She had her eyes closed and her mouth open and seemed to hold her breath, tightened her grip on my shoulder and let out a quiet scream that was coupled with a sort of release of pressure as her orgasm exploded. She let it wash over her as she spasmed a few times twitching and milking it for all she was worth. She puffed and panted briefly and then composed herself and laid into my cock by way of reciprocation. She was crushing my knob in an interesting method that had it over sensitized in no time. I moved her hand to the shaft and she resumed pulling my with the foreskin rolling back and forth over the knob far more comfortably than her slippery knob manipulation method. I braced myself, held onto her tit with one hand and ran my other hand down over her lovely curves exciting myself in unison with her hand racing back and forth along my now rock hard shaft, my balls flapping about under my tool and my hamstrings tensed to an exquisite orgasm, blowing my load onto her leg which made her smile a chuckling little smile. I was breathing heavily but animal drive kept me rooting her hand, thrusting my hips back and forth as she held it still now. She held my balls with one hand and with her other hand, ran her experienced finger along under my shaft expelling the residue of cum. We both looked down watching it drip down, as it exited the eye of my knob, plummeting down into the sand between our legs. The hubby came over (I had forgotten about him in all of this lustful action) and offered tissues and I peeled off several and wiped her lovely box. I dropped to my knees in front of her wiping my small dag of cum that had continued to run down her leg with the tissue before continuing up to wipe over the lips of her lovely box. It didn’t need wiping but I just wanted to wipe it. I felt the inside of her thighs; the silky smooth texture was so horny. I licked the inside of her thighs. I could hear her quiet chuckling (almost an embarrassed sound to it) somewhere far above but she hadn’t moved and even parted her legs slightly so I couldn’t have been doing too bad a job. I couldn’t resist and leant forward and kissed her plump twat and licked her lips in turn. It was awkward and nearly cricked my neck but I tilted my head back in an effort to get my tongue up between her legs. I ran my tongue along her slit and then used my thumbs to part them to reveal her clit. I licked and sucked her clit into my mouth. She was getting a little agitated like a frisky mare and stepping around a bit but I stayed with her, holding her legs behind her thighs, continuing my slurping and sucking. I wiped my face all over her twat, pushing my head between her legs. I could feel her holding my head. She ground her lovely snatch into my face and I could feel her lips rubbing over my nose and eyes. I could feel her legs on the side of my face and it got very dark for a second or two before I emerged once more into the bright sunlight. There was chuckling from both of us and a bit of a scream as I blew a playful raspberry onto her twat lips and inner thighs to conclude my assault on her genitals. I sat back on my haunches and out of the corner of my eye I was aware of another erection hovering at my eye level and terrifying it was. I guessed that I had had my turn and someone else wanted a go. The tool backed off a little thankfully. It was scary to be that close to the business end of another guy’s weapon. I doffs me lid to you ladies. These balls hung down in a loose turkey neck looking sac, the ominous looking purple coloured knob had about as much compassion in it as the cold eyes of a shark and the shaft was as veiny and gnarly as mine is and bounced around before he took it in hand as he staggered around in the soft sand in a frantically desperate animalistic effort to get his tool between her legs as quickly as he could. I stood up if only to get away from this menacing thing and retired behind her stroking my weakening tool with one hand and ogled her buns and the crack they formed as she turned her attention to this guy and his tool. She had a nice arse but then again I find most women’s arses nice. I thought for a second that this guy was going to fuck her which I had been informed wasn’t going to happen (and if anyone was going to fuck her I wanted it to be me!) She said something to him and he proceeded to hump her leg instead and run his hands all over her body the bastard! It’s alright when I do it but no one else! I grabbed my shorts and shirt and pulled them on before having a few words with her husband and casting a glance over at her that she reciprocated as her new lecherous git continued his leg rubbing and fondling as he groped his way around her body. I retired back up the track to the car and home and another wank.

16 September 2025

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Party Summer in Melbourne. Expected sporadic weather. A Northcote party in full swing, friends of friends - drinking, dancing, flirting. I’d noticed you noticing me. In the kitchen making mojitos. In the living area embracing 90s alternative and grunge amongst bodies bathed in sweet and sweaty humidity. In the garden clouded in cigarette smoke and others murmured insistent flirtations. Somehow never close enough to engage. My friends are leaving and I’d lost sight of you for a while so plan on calling it a night myself. As I tap the taxi number into the wall phone (no mobiles in those days) I feel a presence behind me at the same time the receiver us hung up by an unknown hand. A warm breath in my ear. “Not yet beautiful… we have unfinished business”. A startled turn. And there you are. Long white blonde hair tied back. Black clad from silky dress shirt to black boots. Vivid green eyes and delectable mouth in a face chiselled to perfection. Taking my hand. Those eyes drinking me in as that mouth bends to kiss my wrist then gently draw his tongue against it. “You’re coming with me”, a growl as you take the same hand to lead me through the house and out the back door. Some scattered heavy drops of rain and a popular bass beat calling from the dance floor have left a vacant garden. The only light a sliver of moon muddied by clouds. At the rear corner somewhat hidden by palms, a wooden table and benches now devoid of earlier snacks. Here you stop, your back to the table, and draw me close. “I need to taste that mouth.” I’m intoxicated by lust and refusal doesn’t enter my mind. Your mouth is warm as you drag your lips firmly and slowly against mine. I gently nip and am met with a tongue licking against my own. Hands reach down to grab my arse and pull my hips closer. You’re hard through those jeans… hard and big. We kiss and grind our bodies against each other for an eon.. and then I am being turned and lifted deftly onto the table. Kissing mouths and neck continues as your hands slide my knees apart. Slide my short dress up my thighs. Slide my panties to the side. Slide fingers around my now sodden pussy. Slowly exploring the lips, grazing against my clit then expertly drawing lazy circles against her until she quivers. “Do you like that gorgeous girl?”, a rasp at my throat. “Yes I like it”… my voice from a million miles away. “Shall I continue?” “Yes” One hand leaves the wet crevice to unbutton the top of my dress. The same hand moves my bra aside leaving a nipple craving attention. You’re good at this. Tongue laves tip with saliva, swirls, kisses, licks. I gasp - the pleasure is almost unbearable. Then, simultaneously my nipple is suckled hard whilst your other roaming fingers thrust inside my throbbing cunt. So wet… so fucking wet. Mouth from one nipple to the other as my pussy devours your fingers and my clit is thumbed vigorously. I’m thrashing.. I want to come… I really want to come. No, not yet - you are in control. Fingers and mouth retreat as you kiss my mouth hard. I’m turned over and bent across the table. My dress lifted, your hands grasping my cheeks, pulling my knickers up into my crack and rubbing fingers against fabric from arse through to dripping pussy. Warm rain drops getting heavier, we’re both soaked with clothes clinging. Knickers suddenly wrenched down and tossed to the side. Arse lifted slightly as fingers make way for tongue. Hard and long licks front to back, back to front. So goddamn wet. Then - “I need to fuck you now. Tell me you want it”. No doubts at all. “Yes…fuck me. Right now”. Pushed further forward, sensitive breasts grazing the table surface. A brief pause and then a smooth head sliding amongst my saturation. Between my cheeks… against swollen lips and clit. Sliding… gliding. And in one swift movement there! You are as big as I thought… and then some. Hard. Smooth. Oh so slow to start. You fit perfectly and know what you’re doing. Slow… Slow… In and out. A delicious rhythm. My pussy is pulsing and needy. “Harder” I direct. You pull my upper body closer so as to grab my breasts in both hands. Your fingers find my peaks and pinch as your cock slams as instructed. Hard. Now hard and fast. Nipples pulled and twisted. Biting the back of my neck. One hand winds back and down between my thighs. Nipple thumbed. Clit thumbed. Balls slapping my legs. Cock thrusting hungry greedy saturated pussy. Harder Harder Fuck Fuck Now!!!! You gush inside me. I gush all over your cock. We are completely drenched and so very sated. Reckon we might head back to mine for round 2. 😉😁

15 September 2025

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I am retired and potter around my garden most days and go for walks. I was on my usual morning walk around the block when I came upon a young mother near the bend in the street, trying to walk her son to the nearby primary school. The boy was crying, clearly not wanting to go. As I got closer, he looked up at me with tearful eyes. I knelt beside him and gently encouraged him to be brave and go to school. With his mother’s permission, I took his other hand, and the three of us continued toward the school together. When we arrived, I knelt again and told him to have fun and enjoy his day. Encouraged, he slowly made his way inside, soon forgetting both his mother and me. I resumed my walk, and the young woman—who introduced herself as Jane—joined me. We had a pleasant conversation and found we got along quite well. We repeated this routine for several days. On Friday, as we walked together, the young mother confided in me. She said she often felt lonely—her husband was always busy, leaving home early and returning late, and she spent most of her day caring for their child. It left her exhausted and emotionally drained. When we reached my house, instead of saying goodbye like she had on previous days, she quietly followed me to the front door. I invited her in, and as we stepped inside, I asked if she'd like a cup of tea. She hesitated for a moment, visibly nervous. Then, almost in a rush, she confessed—she was overwhelmed, starved for affection, and simply wanted to feel cared for again. Her words were raw, vulnerable, and deeply honest. She blutered out 'I want you to fuck me!' My Husband does not have time and is stressed and my child makes me very tired and I have not had any TLC for myself for a long time. We went into my bedroom, undressed and walked into the shower and we soaped and washed each other throughly, dried each other and walked to my bed. I am 65 and my organ was limp. She knelt on the floor and took my limp dick and started sucking. Soon I was hard and she was impatient for me to fuck her! I obliged her and thrust my dick into her wet pussy and after a few minutes I exploded into her wet moist pussy. We held on to each other and were silent for a long time. After some time she just took my dick into her mouth and I asked her to straddle me and we were in 69 mode. I ate her until she came again and again. She then confessed to me that she has not had an orgasm ever and this was her first. She said her husband just fucks her and turns over and goes to sleep and she is left unfulfilled and frustrated. I told her she is welcome to come for a fuck when ever she want one. This is a nice arrangement. I go for a walk, walk with her son to the school, drop him off and walk to my house and fuck for an hour or so. This is a wonderful routine.

15 September 2025

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I keep having this dream where I'm with a date at a dinner at someone else's place. And we're all sitting around on the couch having a good time. When I find that me and my date are alone. We start kissing and I can feel how turned on he is. I have my hand on his couch gently rubbing him. And he tells me that his friends think I'm hot and that if I'm keen him and owe host's would love to use me in a group thing. We kiss some more. The next thing in my dream I'm on my knees sucking on 3 hard cock. Loving every lick and taste of them. I'm so hard and horny. One of them gets behind me and I feel him enter me with a long hard thrust that makes me moan and suck harder and take it deeper the more I get fucked. I'm lost in ecstasy as the start taking turns. And always one my mouth and one from behind. I wake up alone and so horny my knob leaking cum I taste it and start stroking hard and fast till I blow all over myself and fall back to sleep. One night I will find out how this dream ends then I can continue this story

15 September 2025

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I always thought to have a one night stand when I go abroad and finally the day came. I was in a restaurant and bar in New Zealand, Auckland where I saw a good looking guy who was around 25-28 approx my age as I am 25. He was muscular built around 6 ft tall. As I looked at him I didn’t wanted him to know that I was looking at him. But he caught me finally and came to me. We both introduced and talked about why we both came to the restaurant and bar. I spoke first and explained him that I was looking for friendship or something more bla bla bla as I was bit shy to be straight. We got in a very good conversation and finally booked a hotel around. I was in a tshirt jeans and he was in a tshirt jeans too. We both hugged each other and had shower together. He removed my black bra and pans panties with his hands. After that we went to the bed and put condom cuddling with each other. We had missionary sex for around 15 minutes and after that cowgirl for around another 10 minutes. I can’t explain in words that how good the sex was. We fucked two shots and finally slept with each other. At the next morning I exit the room before he woke up with a letter saying thank you and never met him again.

15 September 2025

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Start by dimming the lights. Warm, soft light spilling from hidden corners, shadows that invite secrets. Music low and slow, a rhythm that makes the heart relax but the mind wonder what’s coming next. The air should carry a faint scent—sandalwood, vanilla, or something they can’t quite name. Make them curious. Tell them to lie down. On their stomach first, because tonight is about surrender. About giving up control, one teasing inch at a time. Take the oil. Don’t pour it quickly—no, let it fall in thick, golden drops onto the small of their back. Each drop is a promise. Spread it slowly with your hands, palms warm, fingers following the shape of their body like you’ve studied it a thousand times in your head before touching it for real. And here’s the secret: never give too much at once. Let them want. Your hands should press firmly on the shoulders, then lighten, fingertips drifting until they almost leave the skin. Every time they think they know what’s next, change it. Keep them guessing. Now the breath. This is where the real heat lives. As your hands slide across warm skin, lean closer. Let your breath fan across the back of their neck, the edge of an ear. Close enough that they feel the warmth, but don’t let your lips touch. Not yet. It’s the almost that drives them wild. Whisper, but not words yet. Just let the sound of your breath tease them, as if you might say something sinful but you’re not ready to give it away. Slide your hands lower, tracing the line of the spine, thumbs pressing just enough to make their body arch without thinking. Work slowly over the curve of the hips, then back up again, never rushing. Every stroke is a sentence; every pause, a question mark. “Do you want me to go deeper?” you finally ask, voice low, breath skimming the ear so softly it feels like a kiss made of air. They always say yes. When they do, slow down even more. Because deep doesn’t mean fast. It means every nerve awake. Dig your thumbs into tense muscles, but let your fingers wander, exploring places that make them shift under your hands without meaning to. Now let your lips join the game. The back of the neck first—a single kiss so light it almost isn’t there. Then nothing. Pull back. Make them wait for the next one until the wanting hums in the air between you. The body will tell you where to go. Follow the shivers. The goosebumps. The places where the breath catches in their throat because your fingers pressed there, or your mouth hovered here. Switch sides slowly, dragging your fingertips across their skin so lightly it could almost be imagination. Knead the shoulders, then trail off into barely-there touches down the arms. Sometimes, lift your hands completely so they feel nothing but the ghost of where you were. When they turn to look at you, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, just smile. Don’t explain. Don’t rush. The mystery is part of the heat. Now tell them to turn over. Watch the anticipation flicker across their face as they lie back, open, waiting. Start at the ankles this time. Small circles with your thumbs, slow strokes upward, inch by inch. Calves, knees, thighs. Never too high yet—make them ache for it. Lean close again so your breath brushes their stomach, their ribs, the curve of a hip. Your hands stay busy, gliding with oil-slick warmth while your lips hover close enough to make their pulse jump. When you finally let your mouth touch skin, it’s soft, slow, barely there. A kiss that lingers just long enough to make them need another. The rhythm should change now—hands firm, lips teasing, breath hot. Switch between pressure and feather-light touches until they can’t tell what they want more. Whisper again, this time a little rougher: “Tell me… how much deeper?” Their answer barely makes sense because words are hard when the body is begging louder than the mouth can speak. Give them more, but always in pieces. A deep stroke here, a warm breath there, a kiss that lands where they least expect it. Keep them on the edge of knowing and needing until their whole body feels like it belongs to your hands, your mouth, your teasing control. End only when you decide. Slow the rhythm. Let the touches fade, lighter and lighter, until they’re nothing but warmth on the skin. One last kiss where it will haunt them later, and then stop. Pull the blanket over them. Let the silence settle, thick and satisfied, music fading like the last flicker of candlelight. And when they finally open their eyes, dazed and flushed and completely undone, just smile like it was nothing. Like you didn’t just rewrite the way they think about touch forever. Because that’s how you leave them breathless.

12 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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I’m walking home from work in the evening when I’m grabbed from behind, my eyes are covered with a black cloth, I can’t see anything, I’m dragged off to a car and shoved in the back. I feel strong arms around my body, I can’t help feel scared but excited at the same time. When the car travels for a while, we come to a sudden stop, I hear low male voices talking and hear my name mentioned. I think to myself, how do they know me? And what is happening? Next minute I feel the same hands that were around me, pull me out of the car, and being pulled into what feels like a house, then a room, I hear the door shut and lock. In a low gravely voice I’m ordered to kneel down on to my knees and wait! After what feels like forever, I feel warm hands on my face, then slowly travel down my body, after a minute I feel gentle hands that start to unbutton my shirt, I ask who it is, only to be told to be quiet and that I’ve been a bad girl who needs to be punished. I’m quiet for a moment as he takes my shirt off, I hear a low grumbling voice that tells me that I’m a fine good looking girl but need to be controlled. I start to feel excited again and feel all sorts of sensation through my body by his simple words and touch. He slowly undress me and I feel his eyes on me, I feel the burn of erotic thoughts running through my mind. Next words that are said to me makes me ache with need. I’m your master! and you are here to please me at will and if you disobey me I will punish you in ways that you have never known before. I like the sound of that! 😈

11 September 2025

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There’s a lady behind the counter as I walk into the car garage shop. I walk over to her and say I am here to pick up my car, she asks for the car and rego number. I tell her it’s a red Mustang and give her the licence plate. She says that the car isn’t ready to be picked up yet. I’m annoyed because I tell her that I got a phone call telling me that the car is ready and that I need to pick up the car now. She tells me to wait here as she’s going to get the manager. As I wait, a tall gorgeous man with no shirt comes in and walks over to the drink machine, I watch him as he opens a bottle of water and drinks from it. I’m stunned and mesmerised at his hotness and how he drinks from the bottle, the water trickles down his throat, his bare chest all the way down to his… The lady comes back snapping me out of my fantasy by telling me that the manager will be with me shortly, I thank her still Looking at the hot guy who’s finished drinking. As he walks past me our eyes connect, I feel my body go hot and trembling, my lady bits tingling with sensation, and feel the wetness between my legs as he looks me over, and waves to me, I smile at him, only to be interrupted by the manager, he apologises to me after explaining how there was a mixup with the customer’s details and offers to give my next service at half price. After talking for a few minutes, he asks me to sit in the waiting room and tells me to wait until the car’s ready, I’m not happy about it because the car won’t be ready for 30 minutes and I needed to get home as I have commitments that can’t be ignored. As I walk into the waiting room, I find that I’m not alone, I gasp at the sight that is in front of me. This gorgeous man who was drinking was now in the same room with me. He walks pass’s me and closes the door. I close my eyes and breathe in his scent as he pulls me to him.

10 September 2025

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Midnight 3sum fun. My GF and I were traveling from Melbourne ti Sydney and we attracted to pretty girl in our train coach. We were playing card games and she joined us. After some times we were attracted to each other and my GF politely ask her for 3sum. And story goes on. We were go in toilet one by one and did threesome in public toilet for the first time. People were knocking door but we were busy in sucking and fucking. After half an hour we opened door and came out. We plan another hook up after an hour but this time in coach. 1 passenger was looking at us but we continue enjoying. She both started sucking my dick . After few minutes my GF sit on my face and unknown pretty girl was sucking my dick. Thereafter my Gf and I started sucking her pussy and asshole. She was enjoying rimming and moaning a lot. She sit on my dick and my GF gives her pussy in her mouth. We were literally in heaven. We constantly changes positions and enjoyed a lot. I made cum in her mouth and my GF were playing with her we met out side few times.

9 September 2025

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I love people watching especially in bars & clubs where lots of testorone energy men are flirting up with females, anyhow this one experience was very special but very risky. Not so long ago I was at a bar people watching as usual, but something caught my eye some extra sexy flirting behaviour going on across from me round 3 metres away were a couple of sexy blokes chatting up some ladies & I could see the ladies cock teasing these blokes, it was hot & sexy watching all this happening, one bloke in particularly caught my eye as his cock sure behaviour was turning me on, he was about 5 foot 9 built like a brick, sexy rugged blokey face, tight jeans with tight white tshirt, the Alpha sexy cock sure type of bloke, without even knowing it. I get really turned on by watching blokes reveal their horny intentions when wanting some pussy to pound. The flirting, primal energy blokes give off, I can see and smell miles away, hahaha, it turns me the fuck on!! This was going on for over 30 minutes now, things were beginning to heat up, as its 1am & the drinks were flowing with their the primal sexual energy & this bloke is now giving it all his got as I’m sure his horny as fuck, his primal behaviour was turning me the fuck on. His getting extra touchy with her & talking close up into her ear, she had her hand on his chest but more of an obligation as her body language no matter how sexy, horny & primal this bloke was & no matter how much smooth talking he was giving her, she showed no intentions of giving up her pussy, so I was making sure the cock sure bloke noticed me looking as I would grin at him, nod my head & also winked at him a couple of times, not sure what the bloke thought of this, but he thought I was edging him on to get into that pussy, so he grinned back a couple of times acknowledging me continually looking over at him. So I built up the courage and walked over to him, my knees were shaking cause I was nervous and horny as fuck, I pulled out my hand to shake his & he gave me his hand, I shook it hard, holding it for a good few seconds & said, “love it buddy, hope you score that pussy”, whilst looking down at his semi hard on busting through his jeans, he smiled and nodded knowing full well I was glaring at his cock, then I looked back into his eyes, smiled, nodded & started walking back to my corner, I saw in his eyes an element of surprise but he knew I was lusting for his semi hard cock, He looks over again and I nodded heading to the toilets, I couldn’t believe I was so brazen, but my primal hunger took over me, as I was walking towards the toilets I was scared & nervous as fuck but hungry as hell to suck the studs cock dry! The men's toilet had five cubicles & the first cubicle on the left furthest away from the urinal & wash hands was free. I snuck in their scared as fuck thinking if the sexy bloke was gonna follow, to belt me up or satisfy his primal urge? I noticed there were a couple of blokes at the urinal pissing, so I kept my door a little open, the cubicle doors didn’t have a gap at the bottom so they were private so I had pulled down my pants & got on my knees not caring of the filth my knees was on, with my mouth open hoping he would find me. From my cubicle door slightly open I had a little view of the main toilet door opening, so I kept looking when the door would open to see if the stud had come, no sign of him yet, my hearts racing & my hunger to have this studs cock choking my throat has horned me up that much that I start playing with my man hole, massaging it with my finger, then I spit on my finger and start digging deep giving off silent moans as I’m pleasuring myself. The main door opens again and this time it’s him, what felt like 10 minutes was only a couple minutes of me waiting on my knees like the cock hungry slut I am fingering and pleasuring my man hole. I open the door more and show him my mouth and tongue, then I close the door a little, he seemed to hesitate & I thought his changed his mind, but it was so he could get a clean break sneaking into the cubicle without being seen by the other men. He sneaks into the cubicle closes the door & locks it, my mouth is open with my tongue hanging out while I’m still finger bashing my man hole giving off silent groans. He starts slapping my face gently & whispering, “You cock hungry slut, you want this cock”, which sends me over the edge, as I finger bash my hole faster & deeper hoping that after he fucks my mouth & dumps his baby batter down my throat, he’ll be up for another load to dump deep in my man hole. He pulls his cock out of his tight jeans, a beautiful sculpted cock standing tall, hard & strong at around 7inches & veiny, he continues to slap my face, then he grabs my head with one hand and his other hand starts slapping his Alpha cock on my face & tongue, I was the luckiest man at this moment. I whispered, “I want to smell your precum Sir”, he puts his cock slit at my nostrils and I sniff away, it was a glorious manly Alpha smell nothing gets me hornier than that man smell. I started to slowly deep throat his Alpha cock which tasted musky, sweaty and manly, I was slightly gagging & he’d slap my face a little more whilst still holding my head with his other hand, as my rhythm was picking up I was gliding up & down on his beautiful musky cock with perfect motion & I was moaning in appreciation which was making him moan louder & louder as he kept whispering filthy names, “You take all that cock deep in your throat, you cock hungry whore” as my finger was still bashing my manhole I couldn’t control my moaning & groaning as I was polishing his cock with my hungry mouth & throat. He suddenly pulls his cock out of my mouth & whispers, “I want to smash your slutty manhole, turn around”. Fuck that’s all I needed to hear, I turn on my 4s, my fat Greek arse fully exposed for this Alpha Stud to pound & smash. He spits on my manhole and slowly pushes his head in my hole, saying, “I’m gonna smash that hole”, I whisper back, “Yes please Alpha Stud gimme that cock, slowly push it all the way in” which he did beautifully, I reach under with one hand to feel his perfect ball sack pressed up again my hole, He starts digging deep in my hole and I start groaning so he reaches over & puts one hand over my mouth & whispers, “Glad your loving this dick but shut the fuck up they’ll hear you”, I tried to obey with that but couldn’t keep all my groans quiet so he slapped my head & grabbed me mouth tighter to shut me up as he had picked up the pace of digging & beating up my hole sending sensations through my body as I was quivering from the pleasure he was giving me. As his holding my mouth tight and fucking my hole splendidly with perfection aggression, I was trying to say, “Fuck all that primal energy in me that the teasing pussy caused you Sir”, he must have heard some of what I said as he replied, “This hole is better than pussy as it doesn’t pull back & takes the thrashing I’m giving it, you filthy whore”, with that I start backing up onto the bulls hard thrusts which turns him on more as he know this is simply a willing slutty hole just to beat up, smash, pound, use and breed. His trusts become harder, faster & deeper with all that primal animal energy which turns to aggression, with that hard rhythm my soft cock which is like a clit now starts oozing cum and my hole juices are dripping everywhere all over his cock & down my legs, I’m in total fucking ecstasy and trying to keep it quiet, my quivering body & wet hole starts making him groan & I know those babies are ready as he starts grabbing my throat now holding it tight as he gives me a few more deeper holding thrusts as he dumps his babies deep in my hole, where they belong! He gives me two gentle slaps on the arse, informing his finished, I whisper, “Please keep your cock in me longer Sir, as I want all your babies deeper in me”, after a few more seconds he slowly takes his cock out my wet hole & whispers, “Now clean my cock with your slutty mouth, so I can go back out clean to my mates”. I happily turn to face the beautiful Alpha bull stud cock as I slowly start sucking it clean, tasting his perfect baby batter & my ass juices sends me spinning again, so I try to control myself and after I’ve made sure it’s clean I pull away, he pulls up his jeans, I say, “Thank you Sir, my slutty manhole needed the fucking you gave it”, he smiles, slaps my face a couple of times & says, “You’re a good obedient slut”. Just before he leaves I hand him a note with my mobile number and my address, I say, “I only live a few blocks away, bring your drunk mates over to gang fuck my man holes, I’ll leave your cum in my hole and your mates won’t even know it’s your cum that’s the lube”, we both grinned then he slaps my face one last time, a harder slap to show his dominance, and leaves. They didn’t end up coming around that night, but this Sexy Alpha Bull Stud does come around when pussy isn’t readily available for him and the sex keeps getter better.

7 September 2025

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I’ve also had a thing for full figured ladies. Just the thought of a larger girls sitting on my face while I eat her pussy and a sneaky ass lick. Rachael and I had been messaging online for over 3 months had hadn’t meet up yet. I had told her all the things we were going to do when we meet. We caught up for a drink and it didn’t take long before Rachel was sitting next to me rubbing my cock. My cock was leaking instantly. We decided to leave the venue and head back to Rachael’s. As we left the venue I walked her to her car and quickly grabbed her ass, turned her around and starting gently kissing her neck. I reached down her pants to rub her pussy. I made my way around to her ass and discovered she had a butt plug inserted. HOT!!!!!! We jumped in the car and got back to her place. Her curves were the best, great tits and an amazing ass. I lay her on the bed and start to feed her my cock while I play with her pussy. She was so wet, dripping wet. I slide two fingers in but she wanted more, three then four and before I knew it my hand was deep inside her wet pussy. After her first orgasm I told her to switch positions into a 69. I wanted her pussy juices and ass. We stayed in this position for ages, my face buried in her pussy and my tongue moving between her ass and pussy. Delicious. Rach told me she wanted a toy in her ass, so I naturally obliged and rolled her onto all 4’s and placed a small vibe in her ass. My cock was aching to get inside her fat pussy. I slide my cock in and it was so wet. Rach was breathing heavily knowing that she was full. Another orgasm. My cock couldn’t handle this soaking pussy any longer I had to cum hard. I filled her up and then as I slide out I grabbed my phone to record the cum dripping out of her. She asked me to use my fingers to grab some cum to feed it to her. I obliged again and then collapsed next to her. Love a chubby

7 September 2025

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FUCK ME!" She whispered through ruby red lips as her black stilettos tapped along the tiles of his kitchen floor. His now full erection throbbing as she opened her dress to reveal her intimate curves wrapped strategically in lingerie. Within a few steps he had her pinned to the bench, rubbing his hard cock against her wetness, now seeping through her black lace g string. He steps back and commands her to her knees to swallow his cock. Her eyes widen as she looks into his taking his manly hood deep into her throat, gagging the thick saliva runs down her chin as she begs for more. He lifts and turns her over the bench pulls aside her wet panties and pushes the tip of his throbbing penis into her pussy as she quivers and moans. He teased her wetness as she begs him to be deep inside her. In one large thrust he is deep inside her. She moans as she slams into him time and time again. He reached for her large gorgeous tits and pinched the proud nipples standing erect. The painful sensation caused her to arch her back. The sobs of ecstasy from her were exciting him, he mercilessly fucked her. His cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy. His testicles rapidly slapping against her ass. A few more thrusts and he would be finished. She could tell that he was due and begged him to come in ever increasing cries. He roared as he slammed into her a final time and sperm shot out of his cock violently. He held his position as another stream followed, and then, another. She screamed in a climax as her body convulsed. He kept spurting until he couldn't spurt again and collapse on top of her

7 September 2025

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We were having a party at our house with our three friends, after a couple of hour of drinks and laughter L &E disappeared to our room and appeared about 5 minutes later wearing corsets and stockings and suspenders. P, A and myself expressed our approval as they paraded around the lounge room and started to kiss each other. L pushed E down on a beanbag on her back and started kissing her way down her body until her head was between E’s ready thighs. By this stage my cock was throbbing and I dropped my jeans and started to slowly wank, P and A quickly dropped their jeans as well an the three of us moved over and sat on the lounge slowly wanking while we enjoyed the show the girls were putting on for us. From where we were sitting L’s lovely arse was in the air right in front of us, with her pussy lips peeking out of the slit in her crotchless panties, The view was too much for me to ignore and I went over, got on my knees and started to lick he wet pussy from behind. P and A got up and knelt each side of E’s head and took turns getting their hard cocks sucked by her. L’s pussy by now was soaking wet and as I tongued her hole I was rubbing her clit with my thumb, E had a cock in her hand and one in her mouth and as L licked her clit she quickly came with her first orgasm of the night. L turned around and kissed me her face covers with E’s pussy juice and then stood up and grabbed A’s hard cock and led him out to the back veranda. P was still getting his cock sucked by E as she lay spread eagle on the bean bag, her puffy swollen pussy looked to good to resist so I quickly buried my face between her thighs. She tasted so good as I flicked her clit ring with my tongue and slowly worked three fingers into her wet hole. At this point P decided to see what the other two were doing and went in search of them while I kept licking E’s clit and fingering her. After a 5 minutes air so L led A&P back in by their cocks, lay down on the other bean bag spread her legs wide and announced that she needed one of their cocks in her right now, A was happy to oblige and quickly positioned himself between her legs and slid his hard 7 inches into her, she gasped as it slid all the way in and they both quickly established a rhythm. Watching A fuck my wife while I was going down on his was so horny and I kissed my way up to E’s mouth and slid my cock into her and slowly started to fuck her, P was getting his cock sucked by L while A was fucking her but they soon were getting so energetic that he came over and offered his cock to E who started enthusiastically sucking him. After a couple of minutes I said to P it was his turn and pulled out, he quickly slid between her legs and slid his big cock into her. She came again almost straight away and went limp as P continued to fuck her. I went over to L and A and put my cock in L’s mouth, A was really slamming into her hard and she started to cum, which pushed me over the edge and I blew a load of hot sticky cum into her mouth as A pulled out and sprayed his load over her pussy and thighs. Meanwhile P had pulled out of E and she came over and started to lick A’s cum off of L’s pussy, P got behind her and started to gently fuck her while she was cleaning L up. A an I sat on the lounge wanking ourselves back to hardness as we watched the other three going for it on the floor. After a couple of minutes E made L cum and P turned E around and shot his load into her mouth. As I was hard again I becomes to L to come over and sat her down on my cock facing away from me, A stood up in front of her and she started greedily sucking his cock as she bounced up and down on mine. P sat on the other end of the lounge and E got on her knees in front of him and started to suck his now soft cock. L stood up and pushed A onto his back on the floor and climbed on top of his cock and started to ride him hard so I went behind E and slid my cock into her, grabbing her hips and building up speed as she kept sucking P’s cock. E started moaning and after a couple of minutes had another orgasm that left her as limp as a rag doll. L was still riding A onto the floor and I pushed her forward and positioned myself behind her, rubbed her cute little arsehole with my thumb and slowly slid my cock into her tight arse and the three of us slowly worked up a rhythm while P put his cock into L’s mouth. It felt so good being able to feel A’s cock in L’s pussy as I fucked her arse, and the sensation became too much for A and he blew a load up her wet pussy, his rapidly soft cock slipped out of her and I could feel their combined juices on my balls as I slowly fucked L’s arse, A needed to get out from underneath us so I pulled out and lay on my back, L hovered over me and fed my hard cock back into her tight arse with her back to me and P positioned himself between our thighs and fed his fat cock into her sopping wet cunt. I lay there supporting her shoulders as P ploughed his 8.5 inches into her feeling her pussy juice and A’s cum running down the base of my cock and over my balls as her pussy made the sloppiest queefing sounds I have ever heard, P was really slamming into her by now and the feel of his cock rubbing against mine through her pussy wall was exquisite and I just lay there revelling in the sensation. After a couple of minutes I couldn't hold back any more and exploded into L’s arse and the feeling of my hot cumin her arse tipped her over the edge and she had a massive orgasm. p gave another few hard thrusts and then he blew a big load into her to join the remains of A’s load most of which at this time was over my balls and arse crack. We all sat around for a few minutes getting our breath back and then headed for the showers to freshen up for the second round. All in all we had an awesome weekend of fun.

7 September 2025

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I popped in to my local pub after work and to have a beer with dad and as it was close to closing time dad asked me if I could give Jane a barmaid a lift home as he new I was going to go out fishing and sleep on our boat well when we got to her place she invited me in for a coffee and I wasn't going to say no and she put the kettle on and said she was going to have a shower and get out of her work clothes and she called out to me asked if I could bring her a towel from her bed and I close my eyes when I went into the bathroom and she told me not to be shy now as she said she seen me looking at her big boobs at the pub and how about I strip off and get into the shower with her and as she was my first experience I wasn't go to say no even if she was 42 years older than me and she said forget the coffee she had something better than coffee and there I was and left no longer a virgin and I didn't go fishing in and went home after I dropped her at work and she told me I need to tell dad how to use his tongue and I did know dad was having it off with someone but didn't realise it was here and dad was home when I walked in the door dad said how was she and it turns out I was set up I got with her a couple more times till she moved out of the area

6 September 2025

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"Are you ready?" I ask. "Yes," you reply, your voice steady yet betraying a hint of nervousness. "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Yes," you say again, more firmly this time. Once the hood is on, there's no turning back. A twinge of apprehension stirs in your stomach, making the situation all too real. Although you had discussed this night many times, fantasizing about the moment, facing the reality sends a shiver down your spine. You look down at the black leather hood cradled in your hands, its surface smooth and cold to the touch. You've been fidgeting with it nervously ever since it was handed to you, the weight of your decision growing heavier with each passing second. The hood is designed to cover your eyes and nose, leaving your mouth exposed, a deliberate choice that sends a cascade of thoughts racing through your mind. Slipping it on, you know it will lace at the back, effectively plunging you into darkness, muffling the sounds of the world around you. The anticipation of what's to come is palpable, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through your veins. This moment, once eagerly awaited, now looms before you like a threshold to the unknown. The scent of leather fills your nostrils, a constant reminder of the choice you're about to make. With a deep breath, you slip the hood over your head. You feel someone move behind you, the laces start to tighten, and the hood conforms snugly to your face. The smell of leather intensifies, enveloping you as the material presses against your skin. Breathing through your nose becomes a challenge, and you realize you must breathe through your mouth once the hood is fully tightened. "There," I say, voice muffled, as if you're underwater. "All locked in." The world outside the hood dims, sounds becoming distant echoes. This new reality, defined by darkness and muffled sounds, marks the beginning of something unknown, something thrilling yet terrifying. "Stand up," comes the command, and you immediately rise from the chair, your posture straightening as though pulled by an invisible string. The fabric of your flowing sundress brushes against your skin, a stark contrast to the lacy black undergarments hugging your body beneath. The black bra, g-string, and garter belt, each were chosen with meticulous care, following the instructions you received before leaving the hotel. As the moment unfolds, a flicker of concern crosses your mind, did the Uber driver notice the unusual ensemble beneath the innocent facade of your dress? This thought, however, is fleeting, quickly overshadowed by the sharp reality of the moment. Without warning, you feel the crack of a cane against your backside. The suddenness of the contact shatters the cascade of your thoughts, anchoring you firmly in the present. "I said take off the dress," comes a voice, a command you had completely missed, your mind lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and the disorienting darkness of your new world. Obediently, you lift the dress over your head, revealing the carefully chosen lingerie underneath. A wave of exposure washes over you as the cool air brushes against your skin. An instinctive desire to cover yourself surges, but you resist, maintaining your stance at attention, your senses sharpening as you listen for the next command through the muffled reality of the hood. You feel a leather collar being wrapped around your neck, its buckle securing it behind you. The familiar click of a leash being attached follows, a sound you've heard before but never in such a context. This experience begins to reshape your senses. The hood and the enveloping darkness force your hearing, to become acutely heightened despite the muffling, compensating for your lost vision. "Come, it's time," you hear, feeling a gentle tug on the leash guiding you forward. Your first steps are tentative, each one a test of trust in the absence of sight. The have the sensation of moving down a long corridor, reminiscent of the path you took to enter the building an hour earlier. Gradually, the murmur of voices begins to filter through the darkness, growing from a whisper to a cacophony of conversations and laughter. The sound of a party in full swing envelops you, making it impossible to gauge the number of attendees. The voices merge into an indistinguishable blend of sound, heightening your sense of vulnerability. Finally, you come to a stop. "This is your last chance. Do you still want to do this? From here, there's no going back," the voice cautions, its seriousness cutting through the noise. A torrent of concerns floods your mind. What if someone recognizes you? Yet, the rational part of you counters, hidden beneath the hood and far from home, recognition seems unlikely. "Yes," you assert, your voice steady, a declaration of readiness despite the whirlwind of emotions churning inside you. "Remember the rules," the voice continues, authoritative yet reassuring. "I am in control; you will do exactly as I say. You do not speak unless spoken to. You will refer to me as 'Sir.' We've discussed your hard limits. Nothing beyond those will happen. If at any point you want to stop, just yell 'cornflakes.' That's your safe word. You'll be escorted back to your room, dressed, and put in an Uber back to the hotel. And you will never see or hear from me again." The finality of the statement sends a shiver down your spine, yet it's accompanied by an undeniable thrill. This is a journey of your choosing, a step into the unknown fuelled by a potent mix of apprehension and exhilaration. "I’m ready," you say, more to yourself than anyone else, affirming your commitment to the path you've chosen. Then, a series of knocks echo against a steel door, bang, bang, bang. The ambient party noise dwindles to hushed whispers, and you sense the door opening with a creak. Pulled forward, you step into a room where the air feels charged, stale yet alive with the presence of unseen onlookers. The door shuts behind you with a definitive clang, sealing you inside. Led to the center of the room, you stand acutely aware of every breath and whisper swirling around you. Though unable to determine the composition of the audience, the occasional feminine voice floats through the air, adding to the mystery of the gathering. Cloaked in the dark embrace of your lingerie, you've never felt more exposed, the weight of countless eyes upon you making your skin prickle with vulnerability. The anticipation of what comes next hangs heavy in the air, a palpable force that draws you ever deeper into the moment. “it's time to show all this good people how depraved you really are”

6 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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It was cold so I rolled over and there it was a empty space where he should have been... I pull the covers off and walk down the dark hallway there is a light shining in the distance there he is sitting on his phone watching what looks like 2 sexy blondes playing tennis in the nude. I'm stunned I look at him dead in the eyes and ask why? He didn't even try to hide it, because I wanted you to see it now that your awake come sit down so I can show you something new... I obey him and kneel down next to his chair resting my head upon his thigh/knee glaring up at him like a little lost puppy, now what is it that you want to show me? Takes a deep breath, There is just silence i lay my hand along his lap and ask again what is it that you want to show me? Still no response so I stand up wrap my legs around his stomach and sit on him with my knickers now exposed I pull myself closer to him and whisper in his ear now can you show me... Ahh that's my girl he says as he slides his warm hand down my back and slides 2 of his fingers in the seem of my knickers... My eyes flicker and get that little glimmer, I want you to close your eyes for a moment and when I say you can open them you do so ok... do you understand me... Yes I understand I say in a quick and quiet manner. While playing with the seem on my knickers he gently slides them to the side strokes my inner thigh with 2 fingers as he gradually gets closer to my smooth dry pussy he giggles deeply before running his index finger up and down my lips then licks his finger before places it right on my clit, tickle tickle as he wiggles his finger left and right then adds some pressure as he gets momentum, my body tenses a little he tells me to relax before sliding his fingers deep deep inside of me. I can feel my breathing getting deeper and deeper I bite my lip and try to stay quiet as he shoves them in deeper and faster I can feel myself all wet and ready for him but he just stops, puts his lips so close to my ear before whispering open them eyes now and turn the fuck around! I obey... he grabs the back of my neck lays me down on the table pulls down my knickers before thrusting his hard cock right inside me ohh it was warm and so sensational suddenly my body is trembling he thrusts again and again going deeper inside of me, my heart racing and body heat rising I let out a small UHHH he thrusts harder but this time he has hold of my hips and all you can hear is the slapping of our skin UHHH fuck fuck fuck sshhhh he says. I can feel my body trembling slightly after what felt like hours UHHH FUCK I moan loudly before my body instantly relaxes I've cum he keeps going until I hear him swallow and with deepness in his voice Awwwhhh before pulling out slowly I can feel the warm cum dripping down my inner thigh... He rolls me over before shoving his wet cock in my mouth, I can barely move so I slide my mouth up and down, up and down to the shaft of his cock before using the tip of my tongue to flutter the eye and knob of his cock he trembles this time before pulling it out of my mouth. Now I'm going to show you what you been asking about he turns on the TV and there is 2 blondes playing tennis in the nude again, watch this and try to stay focus he says this will be different in 2 ways your thrill for porn and your thrill for enjoyment, he slides one of his fingers right into my ass ouch I peep, he tells me to keep watching the girls play as he slides his finger in and out and around the edges of my hole almost like he was stretching it, a cold sensation happens he's squirted lube on his fingers and he slips 2 fingers in my hole still very tight and strange to feel but I start to actually get aroused by this he slips in a third finger and tells me to stay quiet and keep watching the girls play tennis. I feel a cold sensation again before he places the tip of his knob circling my asshole slowly pushing it in then pulls out before actually getting inside, this has me very aroused and I feel my body temperature rising then next I feel his large knob slide right into my ass UHHH he gently but slowly slides his cock in bit by bit UHHH FUCK I MOAN ohhh he goes deeper then pulls back UHHH FUCK goes in even deeper and pulls out until he's in as far as he can go. Now keep watching them girls plays tennis, he starts to get faster going all in then pulling back deeper, I'm moaning now with my fists clenched and he tells me to keep watching them girls play tennis, I'm trying so hard to keep my eyes open but It feels Soo good, he grabs my hips and starts pounding me, deep then back out deeper then backing out I can feel the lube drying out he thrusts harder and deeper UHHHHH I scream he lets go off my hips keeps his cock inside me for a few seconds, I hope your still watching them girls play tennis haha he laughs as he gently slides his cock from my ass, holding my ass cheeks open for a minute and all I can feel in cum dripping from my pussy and a sensation of cum sliding down my bum yes that's right he came in my ass all I can think was omg he just fucked me in the ass... But my body tells me a different story that was a sensation I haven't felt before and my God did he show me...

5 September 2025

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I travel for work and often get told how lucky I am to see so many cities and towns. Most of the time it is not though - you land, get the taxi to the client's offices/factory/site, do your stuff, make nice and head back to the accommodation for dinner, prep for the next day and bed. As I said most times - occasionally things go different. I had travelled to Brisbane to conduct some training for a client and was staying in South Brisbane. After work I got changed and headed by the Southbank to a restaurant/pub for dinner. I didn't feel like heading somewhere that you would get asked the - Only for one tonight sir routine - so ended up in a pub that had a great beer garden with a view of the river. I grabbed a beer and sat waiting for my dinner to arrive. Looking around there were a few groups who looked like they had settled in after a long lunch and some couples whispering sweet nothings. My dinner arrived and I realised how hungry I was. The steak was gone in no time and contemplated another beer to wash it down. It was it this time I noticed her. Sat at a raised table on the other side of the beer garden was a stunning looking lady reading her phone, occasionally glancing around the room whilst nursing a red wine that was almost empty. At one point our eyes met, I got a slight smile and I nodded back. My beer drained I headed to the bar to grab another. As I did I swivelled my head in her direction and notice her glass just about empty. You know when you have one of those sliding door moments and a decision can change things quickly - this was one of those. I asked for another beer and whatever wine the lady over there was drinking. Grabbing up the 2 glasses I headed over with a "I notice you were getting low on your drink and didn't want you to dehydrate. I got the laugh I was after. I was invited to sit down as we chatted. Turns out she was a bit like me - in town for a conference and wanted time away from work. The next 20-30 minutes flew by as we talked about all sorts of things but especially how lonely work travel can be. We did discover we were staying in the same hotel. The pub started to shut up so we were wandering out when I felt an arm around me. She had been sitting for so long her legs were weak - so she said. I was not going to refuse to support a lady in need. As we walked she kept her arm around me and I started to imagine naughty things in my head - but we were mature people who had only just met nothing was going to happen. As we walked back we stopped into a cafe for a coffee. We sat side by side in a corner and talked more. The conversation started to get a little deeper and sexual as our coffees arrived and were consumed. The tension was building between us I could tell looking into her eyes. I mentioned I had a late start in the morning and she responded by saying she did as well. We quickly finished our coffees and headed back to the hotel. Turned out we were only 3 rooms apart from each other. We got to my door and I lent in to kiss her beautiful pink lips and that move broke the flood gates. I struggled to get the key in the door and get it open but when I did... Kisses were flowing, clothes were being thrown and we fell onto the bed. This was not sex, this was absolute fucking to relieve the stress we had built up during the night. It was hard it was fast and loud. The hotel bed ended up half way round from where it started and the covers all over the floor. We both came hard and lay on the bed catching out breathe. I had a bottle of champaign in the fridge which I popped open. We didn't worry about glasses taking it straight from the bottle. Gathering our senses a little I suggested that maybe we take a shower to cool off a little. She was straight in with the champaign bottle as well. Soap flowed over our bodies as we explored each other. I took a mouth full of the champaign and placed my mouth over her nipple swivelling the bubbles around she grasped and pulled my head in tight. I did the same on the other side. Coming up for air she looked at me and said fair is fair. She grabbed the bottle and knelt down in front of me, took a drink and wrapped her mouth around my now semi hard cock. The bubbles tickled as she moved her tongue up and down. By now I was nearly ready for round two. This time as we fell back on the bed I wanted to take my time and pleasure her properly. I slowly worked my way from top to her pussy. Taking time to nibble on her neck, worship her magnificent breasts and stop just short of her pussy. Love to circle around the mound without touching the lips and feel her squirm begging to be touched. When I finally touched her clit she exploded causing me to push my tongue deeper and lick up all her wetness. I was throbbing to enter her but wanted to hold off and continue to watch her quiver to my touch. I told her to roll over and move to the edge of the bed which she did presenting a wonderful sight. Her pussy was so wet it was glistening and almost red. I slow moved behind her and pushed forward to which I was met with a hard push back and a low moan from the back of her throat. This was going to be fun. After a some long slow stokes taking me all the way out and plunging back in I told her to set the pace by moving on my cock. She did not need a second request and I found myself needing brace as she pounded herself on my cock. Stopping her and siting on the edge of the bed I got her to sit on my lap facing me while I slide back inside her. This way I got to enjoy the look of joy on her face, suck on my tits and us my thumb to press on her clit as she slide. Another orgasm came tumbling over her and I told her I was close myself. She slide backwards off me and took my cock in her mouth. Such a great sight as I came deep in her mouth. Both exhausted we straighten the bed and fell asleep for a few hours. Morning came and we both had work to start but promised to meet after that. But that is another story for another day...

5 September 2025

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The first part of this story happened a year or so earlier where I hooked up a couple of individuals at a hotel in Sydney who were there for work themselves - John and Lisa. Both married but of course not to each other. Well after work one day on a trip to Sydney I was sitting in a quiet part of the bar enjoying a drink and relaxing after what had been a big day of handling my clients requests. They were one of those clients that demanded a lot of time and effort with only a modest return for the company but the main contact was worth it if you get my meaning (another story). I noticed out of the corner of my eye John and Lisa walk into the bar with some other people. I quickly realised it must have been some of the local staff and their client. Greasing the wheel a bit with some after hours entertainment. It was interesting sitting watching John and Lisa. They were deliberately keeping a distance from each other but knowing what had gone on I could eye the lust in their eyes as they met. After about 20 minutes John noticed me in the corner of the bar and nodded. I saw him say something to Lisa and her head snapped around with a huge grin on her face. I nodded and she turned back to a conversation with a guy who was about 60 and bald with a bit of a front and back porch - obviously The Client. A couple of people I knew from around the hotel came and went over the next 90 mins but my mind kept looking towards John and Lisa and it became apparent that theirs was targeted to me with several glances and smiles my way. After about 2 hours their party broke up and I could see John and Lisa talking to the local staff and ushering them out the door. Five minutes later they came not quite running back into the bar and straight over to me. This time they sat basically on top of each other with huge smiles. I asked how they had been since I last spoke to them and Lisa just started to giggle. John turned and said a huge thank you. They went on to tell me how after they left me they spent the next 5 hours fucking each other stupid. No talk of love just pure lust. They spent some time talking during this time about the things they had missed in their sex life and fantasies. At this Lisa got a smile on her face and looked straight at me. I said "Have you got something to say?" "Yes definitely!!" she said. "One of my fantasies has always been to have multiple men at once and John and I think you are the one that should join us. After the last time in the pool when I brushed your cock as I got out I have been thinking how big you are. What do you say?" I tried to act very cool and keep my face straight but in my pants they could see my reaction immediately. Lisa looked at John and they both looked at my groin and John said " I think we can take that as a BIG yes". Lisa slid in between where John and I were sitting and placed her hands on both a cocks at the same time and started to rub. She said it had all she had been thinking all day while negotiating the contract. I suggested that we make our way back to my room as I had negotiated with the hotel a junior suite due to all the money my company spent there. The door closed and Lisa was onto my pants like she was a starving animal and the only food was in my pants. Well 20 seconds later she was down in front of me as a lay back on the bed. She had a expert style and my cock was throbbing as it disappeared deep into her mouth. I watched John get undressed slowly as he watched and appeared to enjoy the site. Soon he had his cock which was about 7" in his hand slowly wanking himself. I motioned him to sit next to me so Lisa could take him as well. The words "I am in heaven" slipped from her mouth as she swapped across to Johns cock. I took the opportunity to remove the rest of my clothes and catch my breathe. I moved around behind Lisa and bent down to see her pussy for the first time. WOW it looked so tight and completely shaved down with just a small droplet of juice starting to appear from her lips. Rubbing my finger down from her arse I could feel her push back and once my finger slide into her pussy a groan came from her and my finger was soaked. I need to taste her so I lifted her arse and told her to roll onto the bed. John's cock came free but only for the amount of time for her to move onto the bed and then she inhaled again much to John's lust. I moved around and planted my head between her thighs. They where great for a woman of her age nice and toned and as I suspected she tasted like sweet nectar. As soon as my tongue started to touch her clit she started moving her hips into me. After awhile her legs wrapped themselves around my head and she came hard with her whole body shaking. When I came up John's cock was still planted in her mouth and her hands wrapped around his arse. I realised that she had at least one finger up his arse. John looked at me and smiled and held up 3 fingers to indicate how many she was fucking him with. Another side of John had come out. A little nod between us confirmed my suspicions. All of a sudden John's face tensed up and he yelled hard. Lisa came up with a huge load of cum in and around her mouth. It looked so hot as she took her time swallowing every drop. I could not help myself and said Lisa I need to fuck you so bad right now. A wicked smile came over her face and said "well what are you waiting for... fuck this little slut!!". My 7 1/2" slotted straight in her tight little pussy and I could feel it grab me. I began nice and slow wanting to enjoy her for as long as possible. Lisa's legs slowly came up over my shoulders and I started to build a little speed. This sent Lisa over the edge again with her begging me not to stop. Seeing this had encouraged John back to life. Lisa reached out and started stroking John slowly. While this was happening I reached down and began slowly rubbing pussy juice near Lisa's arse. I then slipped my pointer finger into her which she took without a whimper. Taking my queue another finger joined in and this time I got a bit of a reaction but still nothing saying stop so number three went in and this time rockets. Lisa looked at me and then to John and said" both of you please. I really want to feel those two cocks fucking me hard at the same time". I flipped Lisa over and she mounts me cowboy style while John moved behind her. My prep work had her ready to have John slip in her arse. I could feel John through the thin skin and oh my god it felt so good. We soon got into a rhythm and Lisa was cumming again and again. I could tell I was getting close to cumming myself as I felt my body tightening up so I buried myself deep inside Lisa and unloaded this pushed Lisa and John over the edge as well. We all collapsed on the bed and as my cock popped out of Lisa I could see John looking at it. Now I am not normally Bi but I could see Lisa looking at the scene as well. I said to John you should taste Lisa's cum. John leapt forward and took my cock slurping Lisa's juices off it with another effect as well. Soon John was sucking me hard and he was good. Lisa lay there rubbing her pussy and playing with her breasts. She moved slightly with me thinking she wanted a better view but she reached down inserting two fingers straight up my arse. It felt good and soon pushed me over the edge again with John taking a full load. As we lay there recovering they let me know that in their conversations they had planned all of this to thank me for bringing them together. I have caught up with them from time to time when our work paths have crossed. Their personal lives have not changed and their work partnership has only got stronger. In fact their company is sending them overseas shortly to give a keynote speech on how their great working partnership works. Love to hear that speech.

5 September 2025

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