“Oh god, yes… right there… don’t stop!” she gasped, her back arching off the dining table as my tongue circled her clit. Her thigh pressed against my shoulder, her other leg draped over the edge of the sink, giving me full access to her dripping wet pussy. Her moans were muffled only by the sound of the faucet running, the water in the glass long forgotten. I slid the vibrator deeper inside her, its low hum making her shudder as I continued to tease her with my tongue. Her hands gripped the edge of the table, her nails digging into the wood. “You’re so good at this,” she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure. I could feel her tightening around the vibrator, her hips bucking uncontrollably. “I’m so close…” It had started so innocently. Just a simple “hi” on the app. I hadn’t expected much—just another profile to swipe through. But when I saw her picture, something about her drew me in. Her smile was warm, her eyes playful. We started chatting, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. She was funny, charming, and unapologetically open about what she wanted. “I’m not looking for anything complicated,” she had said. “Just someone who can make me feel alive.” It wasn’t long before she mentioned her husband, the long hours he worked, and the fact that she was home alone most Tuesdays and Thursdays. “If you’re free tomorrow…” she had typed, and I knew exactly what she was suggesting. The next day, I found myself standing outside her door, my heart pounding in my chest. I knocked softly, and within seconds, she opened the door. My breath caught in my throat. She was standing there in a sheer black lingerie set, the fabric barely concealing her curves. Her hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, and her lips curved into a sly smile. “Come in,” she said, stepping aside to let me pass. As soon as the door closed behind me, she pressed her body against mine, her lips meeting mine in a hungry kiss. I could feel her heartbeat through the thin fabric of her lingerie, her hands tugging at my shirt as her tongue explored my mouth. We broke apart for air, and she giggled softly. “Do you want some water?” she asked, her voice still breathless. I nodded, and she took my hand, leading me to the kitchen. She filled a glass at the sink, her hips swaying slightly as she stood there. I couldn’t resist—I stepped up behind her, my hands sliding around her waist as I pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck. She shivered under my touch, her fingers tightening around the glass. “Here,” she said, turning around and handing it to me. I took a sip, my eyes never leaving hers. She leaned back against the counter, her lips parted as she watched me drink. “You’re trouble,” she teased, her voice low and sultry. I set the glass down and lifted her onto the dining table, her laugh turning into a moan as I pulled her underwear down her legs. She spread her thighs, inviting me in, and I didn’t hesitate. My tongue found her clit, and her hands tangled in my hair as I began to lap at her. She was already so wet, her juices coating my tongue as I worked her into a frenzy. I reached for the vibrator in my pocket, turning it on before sliding it inside her. Her moans grew louder, her legs trembling as I continued to pleasure her with my mouth. “You’re driving me crazy,” she panted, her hips grinding against my face. I could feel her orgasm building, her body tightening as she edged closer to the brink. “Oh god, I’m going to…” Her words were cut off by a sharp knock at the door. We froze, her eyes widening in panic. “Mommy?” a small voice called out. Her daughter. My heart stopped. She quickly pushed me away, scrambling off the table and grabbing her underwear. “Just a minute, sweetheart!” she called, her voice steady despite the panic in her eyes. She grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the bedroom. “Go in there and don’t make a sound,” she whispered, shoving me inside before closing the door behind her. I stood in the darkness of her bedroom, my heart still racing. I could hear her talking to her daughter, her voice calm and soothing. “What are you doing up, baby?” she asked. “Mommy was just cleaning the kitchen.” The little girl mumbled something I couldn’t quite make out, followed by the sound of her footsteps fading down the hallway. A moment later, the bedroom door opened, and she slipped back inside, closing it quietly behind her. She leaned against the door, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. “That was close,” she whispered, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. She crossed the room to where I stood, her hands sliding up my chest as she pressed her body against mine. “Where were we?” she purred, her lips brushing against mine. I didn’t answer. Instead, I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the bed, her laugh turning into a moan as I climbed on top of her. “You’re insatiable,” I growled, my hands sliding up her thighs. She grinned up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And you love it,” she whispered, pulling me down for another kiss.

21 February 2025

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Adam was a man of control. It was in the way he moved — deliberate, assured. The way he spoke — calm yet edged with quiet authority. He had long since mastered the art of dominance — not just in play, but in life. It wasn’t about force. It was about presence. So when he met her, Brianna, he recognised the hunger in her eyes immediately. A need not yet fully realised. A longing for surrender she hadn’t yet named. She was new to this world, and he never took on someone lightly. Experience had taught him that guiding a submissive wasn’t just about pleasure. It was about trust. And trust wasn’t freely given; it was earned. Brianna was fire and uncertainty, testing boundaries even as she sought them. She had sent him an email - polite but laced with curiosity and defiance. "I THINK I’d like to be submissive, but I’m not sure what that means. Can you show me?" Adam didn’t rush. He never did. Their first meeting was nothing more than coffee, his sharp blue gaze assessing her while she fidgeted beneath his stare. “Tell me what you want,” he had said. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted. He smirked. “Then we start with control.” The next few weeks were a lesson in discipline. Not with ropes, not with cuffs - yet. No, the first thing he took was her time. A bedtime. A list of rules. A simple demand: *You will text me goodnight, every night, before midnight.* At first, she resisted. She wasn’t used to accountability. She skipped a night. He didn’t scold her. He didn’t punish. He simply didn’t respond the next morning. The absence of his attention stung more than any reprimand. The next night, the message came at 11:58 p.m. *Goodnight, Sir.* Only then did he reply. *Good girl.* That was the night she understood. The night she felt the shift. Over the next few weeks, he introduced more structure. No cursing in his presence. No slouching. A command to wear a certain colour on certain days. Small things that, to anyone else, would seem insignificant. But to Brianna, they were more than rules. They were a tether. A constant. She tested him, of course. Pushed back. One evening, she showed up to dinner wearing blue instead of the red he had instructed. She watched him carefully, waiting for anger. Instead, he simply leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady. “You knew the rule,” he said. “Yes, Sir.” “And you broke it.” A pause. “Yes.” “Why?” She swallowed. She didn’t know. Or maybe she did, but admitting it felt dangerous. He reached across the table, traced a finger along her wrist. Just that, nothing more, and her breath hitched. “Rules aren’t about punishment, Brianna,” he said. “They’re about trust. When you follow them, you’re choosing to give me control. When you don’t, you’re choosing to take it back. So tell me… do you want me to have it?” She exhaled, a slow, shaky breath. “Yes, Sir.” He nodded, satisfied. “Good. Then we move forward.” That night, when she sent her *Goodnight, Sir* text, there was something different in it. More than obligation. More than routine. This time, she wasn’t just following orders. This time, she was submitting. And Adam knew: *She’s ready for more.*

21 February 2025

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Loosely based on and set in my wilder years, as a carefree mid-twenty-something year old. The rain is falling. That is not an accurate account of the current situation. There is rain, lightly sprinkling which barely wets the surface which will inevitably stop each and every droplets descent. Then there is rain, the type unleashed by a storm so powerful it begins to threaten the existence and permanence of everything in its path. This is the latter. Normally I love this weather, particularly watching it through the window, as the wind howls and the droplets form solid jets of water flying horizontally in a resemblance to the static interference on old analogue Televisions. Normally however, I would be surrounded by solid walls, under a solid roof, simply enjoying the show. I feel underdressed for the conditions, wearing a light grey suit I had purchased while on holiday in the Bahamas a few years prior. Shivering as the wind cuts through the drenched layers of thin material, I breathe a sigh of relief as I enter the building lobby of my destination. The warm flow of air beginning to thaw my body once more. It's a Friday, just after lunch and I'm running fashionably late for an appointment with a large client's CEO, as I have to deliver a weekly report on a software implementation my company has been contracted for. This implementation has been ongoing for the last 6 months, so I find myself on familiar ground as I step out of the elevator into the 40th floor lift lobby. I marvel at the excessive grandeur each time I visit, dedicating an entire building floor to just two people is not something I will ever get used to. Stepping out of the elevator, my shoes squeak & squelch on the marble floor as I approach his personal assistant's desk leaving a trail of wet footprints in their wake. I'm greeted warmly with a smile and barrage of questions about how my week has been and how bad the weather outside has turned. I can't help but feel a little sorry for her, she always seems so bored and eager to have someone to talk too when I visit. The entrance to her boss' office sits another 10 odd meters past her desk and the heavy wooden doors remain closed all day long, effectively leaving her isolated. I will often try to arrive early for my meetings just to talk & bring a smile to her face. From what she has described, the boss hardly gives her enough work to do to fill the first 30 minutes of the day, so even an incoming phone call becomes exciting. I endeavour to answer all her questions & probe her with a few of my own, buying me valuable time to admire her. Sitting in front of me, is a bubbly personality called Anna. I'd estimate her to be in her early 20's, around 5'2", and 50kg. She is slim and toned all over, with a fair complexion and long red hair running the length of her back. Today, she is dressed in black knee-high boots. There is some kind of patterned stockings visible just over her knees, before a light grey and slightly less than knee length skirt travels up to her hips. A thin red cotton jumper is keeping her warm, and there is a white blouse underneath, just poking out of the neckline. My thoughts are interrupted by her nodding towards the door behind, "he's expecting you". We play this game. I am capable of letting myself in, but always prefer to watch her walk in front of me. She knows it, and never misses an opportunity to put on a good show. "Lead the way." I smile from ear to ear and swing my arm around in a grand gesture towards the door. Her hips swinging side to side as she walks, with her skin-tight skirt revealing the type of underwear she is wearing simply from where the material creases across her perfectly toned behind. It's a high-cut set of panties today. Excellent. I politely thank her for letting me in, before whispering sternly "That will be all" as she pulls the door closed between us, barely able to contain a giggle. Turning around, I see her boss, Mark, is on the phone. He gestures toward an empty seat in front of his desk. Hanging my jacket on the coat stand near the door, I quietly do as ordered. Mark is a big man, he's somewhere in his late 40's, early 50's. I am not a small man, at 6"2' I would dwarf the majority of people I see on a daily basis. He stands much taller than I do, based off my own height he would be around about 6"4', maybe even 6"5'. He is a well built, very fit man and always has a perfectly maintained haircut. I've never seen a trace of facial hair since I met him, and I idly think he looks more like he belongs in the military rather than in a business suit. Setting my folder down on his desk, I begin flicking through it while I wait, to familiarise myself with its nonsense. It's loaded with this week's reports, pages and pages filled with project timelines, cost breakdowns & budget estimations that were up to date at the time I left the office. About now, it would be worth pointing out that I shouldn't even be sitting here. If it wasn't for the fact that he ripped apart 4 previous project managers in as little as the first 4 weeks, I would never have met him. I'm not a project manager, nor do I have any desire to become one. I was sent as a stand in, while my company were looking for someone to head up the project, and he took a shine to me for some reason. The end result is that they have left it to me to keep him appeased. By the time he's put down the phone, I'm bored with the contents of the paper in my hand, and push it across the desk to him. "Here you go..." I start with, and begin giving him a detailed run through the project this week. We've had some obstacles at the start of the week, pushing the budget out a little as several pre-delivered components were deemed to be not fit for purpose, and custom modules were written in their place. He is studying the figures hard, but I want to bring his attention back to the bottom line as I walk around his desk and stand next to him. Pointing to the bottom line to highlight that we'd reduced costs elsewhere to bring it in as close to target as possible. He understands, but still doesn't seem overly happy. I don't know whether it's this week's overview or the phone call he was on when I arrived, but he doesn't seem his usual cheerful self. Opting for a change of tact in order to cheer him up, I sit myself down on his leg, facing away from him, but towards the report. I shuffle around a little, with my own legs on either side of the one I'm sitting on, pressing it against the underside of my torso. I adjust his arm so it's around me, before laying back into his shoulder and continuing with my run down of the past week. I hear the familiar sound of his lips parting as they break into a smile, I know how much he likes this. He listens to me talk and let's go of the report, leaning his chair back and pulling more of my weight onto him. The arm that was around me, angles downward so that his hand now rests lightly on my thigh. Warmth radiates through the thin material of my suit pants and I squirm a little as he flexes his finger into a fist. Slowly & deliberately, his fingers begin to stretch out, casually brushing across my thigh, mere millimetres below the line of the boy-leg underwear I'm wearing. Attempting to continue with my overview as his hands wander over my body, I soon find myself struggling. The hand on my thigh slowly rubbing up and down, travelling lower on every push, and higher on ever pull, playfully lifting the leg of my underwear higher with each stroke. His other hand untucking my shirt from my pants before slipping it inside, up over my stomach and across my chest. Every word is getting harder to recite as my concentration is stretching thin, the hand which was on my thigh rubs firmly across the steadily growing bulge in my pants. Throwing the report onto the desk as his hand undoes my zipper and slips through the fly of my pants, rubbing me gently over the top of my underwear. I can feel the pleasure begin to build, subconsciously pushing my hips upwards harder into his hand in a desperate bid to be released from my cotton restraint. Mark eagerly obliges, locating the top of my underwear and pushing his hand inside. The sensation of his cool hand rubbing across the soft shaven flesh at the base of my stomach, causes a quick gasp to escape my lips. His hand probes further, I feel his fingers follow the lines of my stomach, deliberately detouring around my rapidly hardening cock, and grazing over the soft flesh underneath my balls before taking a firm hold of my now throbbing erection. Pulling it free first of my underwear, and then out of my pants, he begins to slide his hand slowly up and down the length of my shaft. My hands reach for balance as I let my weight rest back against him, succumbing to the increasing rhythm of his experienced hand, expertly manipulating the sheath of skin with each stroke, covering and then uncovering the glistening head of my hard-on as I wither around on top of him. Breaking free for just a moment, I climb off his leg and turn around, using my knees to push his legs together in the process, and building myself a new seat as I settle down onto his lap. Bending forwards my lips search for his as my hands begin to make up for lost time, pulling his tie free and unbuttoning his shirt. His hands grabbing my ass and grinding me against him, before reaching back to undo the last remaining button of my pants. The last few weeks, he was soft and sensual. Establishing a connection with me that I never thought would be possible with another man, he'd spent hours caressing, massaging, and then slowly sliding in and out of me. This time though I can sense it was going to be different as he seemed stiffer, more reserved. Reminding me of the weeks that led up to the soft sex, I could tell that this time I would soon be getting fucked senseless. In that thought I was suddenly very happy that I had spent my morning preparing & stretching myself, only removing a certain large steel plug minutes before leaving for this appointment. You see, I don't regard myself as being huge, but I'm not small either. Mark on the other hand is huge. A size which reflects his gigantic frame, he has an easy inch and half on me, and is significantly thicker too. I hungrily finish getting his shirt undone and continue onto his pants, sensing the urgency in his movements and eager to get him naked as soon as possible. We both rise to our feet, letting our pants fall to the floor, shedding our underwear and our shirts as quickly as possible. His hand wraps around my shaft and he uses it as a handle to pull me in hard up against him, so that the tip of my erection is resting against his stomach as he resumes his gentle stroking. I place my hands around his neck as I move in and kiss him once more, my tongue exploring his mouth as my hands run down his hairless torso. Following the lines of his almost picture-perfect stomach, before coming to a rest on the base of his erection. I clasp him firmly with one hand, beginning to stroke the full length of his shaft, the other reaching underneath to rub his balls with the palm of my hand, my fingertips deliberately gliding back and forth along the small patch of skin behind his balls, grazing over the hole at the rear randomly to make him pulse in my other hand. He's fumbling with me in his hands and I can tell he's enjoying it. I drop to my knees and lick my lips, before taking the tip of his erection into my mouth. He's so big that I can only barely get my lips around the head without it causing me to choke, but it doesn't seem to bother him at all as I massage the underside of the tip with my tongue, eliciting a few delicious drops of pre-cum to let me know I'm hitting the spot. It only continues for a couple of minutes, as he reaches down and hoists me to my feet. I know what he wants but I like the way he man handles me when he's this much on edge, so I just stand there and wait. Opening the top drawer of his desk, he pulls out a bottle of lubricant, setting it down on the table top. He leans in and kisses me once more, his hands running down my sides and onto my hips, before lifting and turning me in one swift motion so that I am bent over his desk. My face and chest pushed into the leather table top, with my exposed ass is in the air in front of him. Hearing the pop of the lube containers lid, I brace myself for the cold sensation. A sharp breath escapes my lips as his fingers smear lubricant around the entrance, and then push inside of me, trying to get as much liquid covering the soft delicate flesh as possible. While he continues to finger me slowly, he's busy lathering his head and shaft in it too. I feel the familiar press of his erection as his fingers slip out of me, slowly but firmly applying pressure to my hole until it begins to accept him. He needs to take it easy in me for the first few minutes, to give my body a chance to stretch. Easing in and out of me, he begins to feed more and more inside. The first 4 - 5 inches slip in easily, but the remaining few take a little bit of warming up as he pushes through the next muscle barrier, almost burying himself to the hilt. I relax into his rhythm, the full length of his erection slowly sliding in and out of me. It feels amazing, it's stretching me, filling me completely and making my body start to convulse in time with his rhythm. I squirm and push back into him as the convulsion starts to build and his thrusting increases its pace. Neither of us noticing the little white light of his laptop's webcam blink to life. With his hands planted on my hips, Mark takes full control, holding most of the weight of my lower torso in the air while he's pushing and pulling me into each thrust. The rhythm steadies and he's moving quickly now, slamming into me with an unstoppable force for what feels like an eternity. I can hardly stop my head from banging into his desk, let alone anything else. My cock is straining at the skin which contains it as it thumps against the side of the desk, like a beating drum. The tip begins to glisten with pre-cum as it mercilessly slaps against the cool wood, amplifying the waves of pleasure which continue to build inside of me. I'm panting and sweating as Mark continues to pound into me, and I can feel it begin to take its toll on his strength as well. As his arms begin to give way, he lowers me slightly and the change of angle mercilessly hits the spot, making my eyes roll back into my head. Again and again he thrusts until he pushes me past the point of no return. My breathing stops, and my whole body begins to convulse. The spasm starts in my groin, clamping my ass tight around the invading cock, spreading outwards like heat radiates, my legs stiffen and my stomach muscles quiver as I lose any control I still had over my own body. In one final thrust, he skips a beat and pushes hard against my pulsating insides while they try desperately to throw him out, it overwhelms him too as I feel the sensation of hot cum erupting inside me. He collapses in exhaustion, pinning me down with his weight as he lays on top of me. Minutes pass and our heavy breathing starts to subside, neither of us wanting to move. We're only brought back to reality as his subsiding erection slips out, and we pick ourselves up off the desk and begin to dress again. Slipping my underwear back on, I head for the private bathroom to mop up the sticky mixture of cum and lubricants that are dripping down the inside of my legs. When I return, I can see that Mark's a little worse for wear, and he's lying down on the couch, ready to fall asleep. I bend down and give him a deep kiss, saying so much more than the simple 'Thanks' I whisper as I finish dressing and head for the door, quietly tiptoeing away so as to let him fall asleep. Apparently too quietly though, as Anna is down on all fours and recoiling from the door as it swings open. I look at her in shock, and she is frozen in place with a look of fear in her eyes as we both realise she's been sprung attempting to see what has been going on in the office behind her. I hesitate for a moment before offering her a hand to get up, she accepts it and I pull her to feet. Holding her hand tightly, I carefully steer her backwards towards her seat. I'm caught by the image on her screen, she is connected to the webcam in Mark's office. I see the extent of what she knows, the picture currently streaming from his laptop shows a nice view of his desk, his chair and the cityscape outside. I'm stunned speechless, realising that not 10 minutes ago, she would have had a close up picture of me being pressed into that very same desk and fucked from behind. "Did you like the show?" I ask, nodding towards her PC screen. She spins back towards her desk and responds by hurriedly closing down the stream, the expression on her face is one of sheer terror. Instinctively I move to comfort her, stepping in behind her and placing my hands on her shoulders, gently rubbing up and down her arms. She struggles to answer.. "It was exciting..." her voice becoming wobbly with the words. Knowing she needs to calm down, I quietly sooth her and reassure her that I won't tell Mark. Sensing that she is beginning to calm, I transition my hands from a comforting rub, into a firmer massage, engulfing her shoulders with my palms and fingers. Next comes the inevitable statement, "I didn't realise you were gay". It was more of a statement than a question, but I opt to answer it anyway, leaning forwards so my mouth is next to her ear. "I'm not actually". Timing my fingers perfectly with the sentence end, they twist around the bra straps I had located through her clothes and tug firmly from her collarbone upwards, making her bra lift and squeeze her breasts in the process. She shudders as it hits its mark, I know this is completely overwhelming her. Continuing on I attempt to explain. "I'm bisexual. I find both sexes attractive and able to fulfil different needs." The irony of my words does not elude me, acutely aware of just how 'fulfilled' I am right now. "Really? Both Sexes?" her eyes wide and her voice filled with disbelief. "Yes." I lean back onto the desk, giving her some reprieve from my hands momentarily. Having listened too many of her stories from club filled, alcohol fuelled weekends, I know she lives the party girl life, so I decide to take a gamble and press on. "Think of it like this, I'm sure in the past you have probably kissed a girl. More than likely you even had your hands all over her body while you kissed. It may not have lasted very long, but I'd even go so far to say it would have left you longing for more..." "But, that's different!" She interjects, confirming my suspicion without a second thought. "Why? Because you're a girl?" I reply. Her mouth opens, but no words come out. I can see her mind is racing, thoughts turning over faster than the wheels of a race car, but yet she is unable to answer. Minutes pass as she ponders in silence. I decide to provoke her once more, "The only difference between us, is that I know what I want." "I know what I want!" her reply most objectionable. I smile to myself, quite pleased she took the bait. "Do you really? Show me." I clasp her knee and pull, turning her chair towards me and bringing it closer in one fluent motion. Hesitantly rising to her feet in front of me, Anna looks a little unsure of what to do next. Offering both hands to hers, I spread my legs apart a little and pull, bringing her close enough that her breasts are mere centimetres from my chest, but not quite touching. "Show me." I repeat again, this time not louder than a whisper. Her chin lifts in response, and her lips slowly raise to mine. The kiss that follows is hesitant at first, our lips meeting awkwardly, a small peck followed by another, each longer than the one before. The sweet taste of her lips vaguely reminding me of a cherry flavoured dessert that I can't quite put my finger on. A quick flick of the tongue and it electrifies into a deeper, open mouthed, lip tugging kiss. With stiff, probing fingers my hands slip around her waist all the way to her lower back, pushing hard into her flesh as they move. She doesn't resist, or maybe the overwhelming situation has left her unable too. I feel her breasts squishing against my chest, and her stomach coming to rest lightly against my crotch as her weight shifts into me. Her eyes glance nervously towards the door leading to Mark's office. "Don't worry about him, he will be out for hours now." I know from experience. I could feel the last of her resistance drain from her body as my large hands slipped further down her back and found her firm little ass, engulfing each cheek as I lifted her off the floor and up towards my waist. My fingers dug into her ass, as they worked to tug at the material of her skirt, hiking it up her legs so I could settle her hard up against me. After a little bit of wiggling, we succeeded, her knees resting on the edge of the desk I was leaning against, and my hands still gripping her ass. As her crotch pressed again my stomach, I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. I looked down for the first time and with her skirt hiked up, I got a chance to admire the view that I had imagined on many a late night. Anna's stockings finished midway along her upper thighs and were held up by a garter belt. The high cut panties were white, and had practically been turned transparent as her juices drenched the thin material. With our lips locked, and our tongues playing tennis inside the others mouth, I could feel the desperation building. I wanted nothing more than to slip my rock hard cock inside this hot wet mess which had begun grinding against and steadily drenching the shirt that clung to my stomach. I slipped my fingers under her jumper and blouse, running them the sides of her waist and searching for the under edge of her bra. My fingers found the stiff edges, and pushed it up over the top of her breasts along with her blouse and jumper. I broke free of our kiss quickly enough to catch one of Anna's nipples into my mouth as her breasts fell free. She groaned with delight as I sucked it in between my lips, and began to roll it round between the tip of my tongue and the back of my teeth. It stiffened and grew in my mouth as I ran a hand back down her stomach, and in between us. I gripped her mound over her her completely written off panties and squeezed it in my hand, eliciting a shudder in response. Through the sheer material, I ran a finger along the length of her slit, enjoying another soft groan that escaped her lips. I didn't want to wait any longer to get inside her, and with one hand I fumbled with the fly and button of my pants, eventually getting them undone and pulling my throbbing cock free. I lifted Anna again slightly, and readjusted her legs so her feet were on each side of my hips, squatting over my lap. She looked at my confused for a few seconds, trying to figure out how she would be able to manoeuvre herself in this position to make it work, but I had other ideas. I reach around underneath her and pull her panties to the side, and taking her weight onto one arm. With the other arm, I reach around and take my cock into my hand and angle it up towards her slit. She shudders again when the tip makes contact with her clit, as I run it back and forth in between her dripping wet lips. I line the head up with the entrance and readjusted my hands to firmly hold each of her ass cheeks. I slowly begin to lower her onto my cock and the feeling is surreal, she is tight beyond belief. Anna's eyes bulge and then shut tightly as I let her weight sink onto me, millimetre by millimetre as the tip of my cock forces her to stretch and accommodate the thick intruder. There is a pop feeling as she squirms around in my hands and the thickest part of my head passes through her tight little entrance, beginning to try to draw me in further. I hold her firmly in place letting her adjust as a feel her juices run down the length of my shaft and drip off my balls. Once she begins to relax a little more, I let her sink another few millimetres. Anna is beginning to pant and squirm again in my hands, desperate to work my cock deeper inside. Her eyes are wide with anticipation as she looks at me expectantly, and then in one fast motion, I let go of her ass cheeks and drop her. She slams down onto the full length of my cock without warning, and the slapping sound of skin against skin rings out through the reception area. Her clit lands hard against my stomach, and my cock impales the depths of her tight little pussy. My hands move over the top of her hips pinning her hard in place against me as her legs shake uncontrollably. I look at Anna, who's face is contorted with a look of shock and pleasure and I concentrate on the feeling of being inside her, she is pulsating and spasming while her body desperately tries to accommodate me. I can feel everything as she tightly grips my cock, her insides are pulsing like crazy, somewhere between trying to eject the sudden intrusion and the brink of orgasm, and I know it won't take her much to get over that line. I begin to rock her firmly with my hands, grinding her clit against my stomach. Her panting and trembling starts to increase so I begin to flex my cock, making it twitch inside her. Her eyes grow wide as I feel her cervix give way and grip onto the tip of my invading cock, loosening around it and drawing me in even deeper. It takes seconds, and one more pulse, and then she cums, fast and hard. Juices squirt out of her and she rides wave after wave of pleasure, squirming and continuing to grip and milk me inside of her. It's taking every bit of self control that I have not to cum inside her as the waves begin to recede and she stops withering around on top of me. After one final twitch she collapses against my chest, panting and spent, every bit of energy seemingly sapped out of her body. I hook my arms underneath the backs of her knees and then shift my hands back under her ass, and start to lift her up and down the length of my shaft once more. Lift. Drop. Lift. Drop. A little bit more life seems to creep into her with every thrust, and soon enough she has her arms wrapped around my neck and shoulders and our lips interlocked once more. We are both begging to pant again now, and my arms are starting to feel the weight, and I know I just need to cum. In a final push, I stiffen every inch of my body and begin to bounce her up and down the length of my shaft as fast as I can. Her legs and her insides begin to spasm once more, she cries out as her clit slaps against my stomach and she starts to cum once more. I erupt inside her in unison, my cock shooting jets of hot cum into the depths of pussy. We both collapse back onto the desk in a sweaty, panting heap. Utterly spent and unable to move it feels like an eternity until my softening cock eventually slips out of her and we're forced back into action to contain the mess. I glanced around looking for something to clean up with, but to my surprise Anna drops down onto her knees in front of me and proceeds to use her mouth and tongue to clean up the mess that it is all over my groin - a mixture of her juices, my cum, her cum, and even Mark's cum which was still leaking out of me too. One blob at a time, she licks, kisses and swallows every trace of liquid off me. When she was finished I pushed her back onto her chair, and then pulled off her utterly stuck and completely destroyed set of panties to mop up the patch of my cum which had dripped out of her and onto the tiles. I set down in between her legs and began to repay the cleaning favour, using my tongue to clean the length of her slit, from her ass all the way up to her clit. Anna closed her eyes and moaned as I traced my tongue around and then across her asshole, licking and mopping up the pool of fluids which had collected there. I pushed my tongue into her delicious little ass a little way, making her eyes snap open again. I continued upwards, working my tongue through the folds of her lips. Gently sucking each swollen lip into my mouth until I was satisfied they were clean. Another pleasurable pulse from her produced a fresh droplet of cum out of her entrance, so I plunged my tongue as far as it would go in to catch it. I could tell Anna was starting to lose control again, and so I worked my way upwards until I reached her clit. Using my thumb to pull back the hood, I took it between my lips and gently begun to suck on it, flicking my tongue across every now and then. Her breathing began to quicken, so I changed pace and set properly to work. I sucked her clit back into my mouth, pinging it's little hood out of the way with my teeth. My tongue continued to flick back and forth across it, slowly getting faster and faster until she was right on the edge. Anna came, hard. Her fingernails dug into the armrests of her chair, her ass lifting off the chair as she ground her clit towards me. Another load moan echoing out across the empty foyer, and then she collapsed back into her chair, panting fast with her eyes closed. I knew I had to get back to work, as I had been gone far too long to explain, so I unsteadily climbed back to my feet and begun to straighten up my clothes. Anna looked like she was about to pass out in her chair as well, with both her tops and skirt still hiked up, and her panties on the floor, she made quite the sight for sore eyes. I couldn't leave her like this though. I pulled her bra down, and pushed her breasts back into place. Next her blouse and jumper, before finally pulling her skirt back down. She looked almost presentable again. I looked at the ruined panties on the floor and wondered what to do with them - they weren't in any state to be put back on, so I slipped them into my pocket. Anna has fallen fast asleep by this time, so I decided to write a post it note so she didn't panic when she woke up. 'Hi Sexy, I will wash the panties & bring them back next week.' I paused for a minute, pondering the issue of where to leave the note where it wouldn't be found. Then I laughed to myself, reached back up her skirt and stuck the note to the little triangular patch of skin that would have otherwise been covered by the item in question.

19 February 2025

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Andrea my partner, would always talk about possibly inviting another person to our sex sessions, she actually was wanting another cock to play with because she would always ask me about the time I shared my last girlfriend with my mate and she loved hearing the details. I worded up my mate that she has been talking about servicing 2 cocks, so if keen be available at late notice to visit us. He was very excited and agreed and then says, “let me guess she just wants to suck and blow like Sarah did and have you warned her about me?”. I said “no, I want you to surprise her”. My mate hasn’t got a huge dick but my god he can cum twice as much as me and she loves cum. So a few nights later she brings up again about someone joining us and I instantly said, ok I am calling my mate over right now and see if you can actually handle 2 of us. She gets nervous and says “you’re not are you?” “Yes you must want to, cos you talk about it often”. I said “you’re going to have to be blindfolded so you don’t know who it is” and she agreed. “I want to hear your conversation to him so there is nothing to be unaware of, ok” and dialled his number. I got a little forward and said “hey mate what are you doing, I think you better make your way over she is horny as and will suck your cock and make you blow”. She looks at me smiling and shaking her head. Well babe your fantasy is going to be real soon. We stripped off our clothes and then I blindfolded her, she loves it when she can’t see what’s happening, it brings out her kinky side and so left her on the couch to fantasise about what was going to take place tonight. Then a knock at the door and I call him in. He entered the lounge room and says “fuckin’ hell look at those big jugs” and she can’t stop smiling. He stripped off walked straight up to her face and started wanking from her face until she opened her mouth and took all of it just leaving his balls. I know she was so turned on because her pussy juice was slowly running down her leg. We took turns for the next 2 hours trying different positions to be sucked off in and finally we were kneeling over her face then my mate says to her, open your mouth, instantly she does and in seconds he starts spraying cum all over her face covering it and the rest into her mouth, I couldn’t hold back and unloaded it all into her mouth. Never had I seen that amount in her mouth before but she swallowed it easily. My mate couldn’t believe how much she loved cum but now he does. We have had many sessions like this and will have many in the future.

17 February 2025

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We had been training together for a while now; you trying to get in shape to help your confidence, me taking you through boxing padwork and making you laugh. The day it all changed was when I saw you were troubled; something weighing on you mind and I felt I could ask you what’s up? The floodgates opened, you telling me about your husband and how he has been mistreating you all this time, and now you found out he has been having an affair. I listened, and I knew a tough training session would get all that anger and hurt down to at least simmering heat. I’ve never seen you hit so hard; vicious, malicious and determined. I tell you how much you are impressing me, and it must have flicked a switch in you as we were clinching,, you looked in my eyes and demanded “fuck me now”. We kiss, hard and with desperation, my cock already hard and pressing against my shorts. I throw the lads to the ground and lift you up onto the boxing ring, our faces still smashed together, tongues writhing around in each other’s mouths. You feel your way to my meat, gasping as you feel how hard you have got me already. You fish my cock out of my shorts, aggressively stroking me, and I could have blown right there. You jump off the ring and get to your knees, one lick of my precum and you press your lips around and greedily slurp my shaft. You stand, turn and bend over, pulling your tight shorts to the side showing off your glistening slit. “Fuck me harder than I’ve even been fucked before” you growl at me. I don’t need to be told twice and I grab your hips, slamming my cock in as deep as it would go. You grunt and moan with every stroke, each time the feelings of sadness and anger dissipate as you let wanton primal pleasure take over. I pull out, turn you around and pick you. I slam your back against the wall, re-enter your aching hole and keep plugging away. You moans become squeals and screams as we fuck against each other for what seemed like hours. “I need this cock in my ass!” you scream at me. “I’ve never let my piece of shit fuck my ass, and I need you to fill me up!” Your pussy juices were flowing down your crack, more than enough lube as I work my fingers in and out your back entrance. I grab you by the back of the neck, steering you back to the boxing ring, bend you over and slowly enter your ass. “Oh fuck!” you cry out as I fully submerge my cock in your ass. “Fill me, I was to be so full you cum is dribbling down my thighs!” I keep pumping, slamming closer and closer to my orgasm until I can no longer bear it. With a deep roar I unload, jetting wad after wad of thick cum into your well-fucked ass. I slowly withdrew and was pleased to see a stream of cum dribbling out of your cute little puckered hole, and making its way slowly down your left thigh. You kiss me again, your face now drenched in more sweat than our usual sessions. Your eyes looked more relaxed, but still tinged with hurt from the news you got today. “Same time tomorrow?” you asked dreamily. “You got it,” I say, and you grab your gloves and stagger out the door.

16 February 2025

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Laura called and asked me to pick her up in the City that night. It was nearly dark in summer when I saw her walking towards the car in a button-up dress that flashed open to her thighs as she approached. As we drove I ran my hand along her leg until my fingers touched her g-string and she opened her legs a little wider to give me greater access. At the next set of lights I unbuttoned more of the dress and Laura slid further down the seat to allow me to remove her g-string. By the time we hit the freeway, the seat had been lowered, the dress was totally unbuttoned and my fingers divided their time between playing with Laura's clit and sliding in and out of her very wet cunt. It was dark when we got home and drove into the carport. I went around to Laura's side and helped her out. I picked her up and lay her across the warm bonnet of the car, her dress fully open, acting as a ground sheet. The only clothing covering her was her bra and the stilettos on her feet over my shoulders. I undid my jeans and pulled out my cock, sliding it straight into her now-soaked pussy. As we fucked it occurred to me that the neighbours' University student daughter's bedroom overlooked the carport. I did not look up to see if anyone might be looking but the thought increased the urgency of our fucking, to the point where we both came at the same time. I helped Laura down off the car and as she stood there in her stilettos, I could see my cum starts to slide its way out of her very wet cunt and run down her leg.

16 February 2025

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"Shan, don't stop! It feels so good!" Her voice trembled as her fingers dug into the bark of the fallen tree, her body arching against mine. The sound of her moans echoed into the quiet night, mingling with the rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets. My hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back onto me with every thrust, the heat of her body wrapping around me in a way that made it impossible to think of anything else. "Do it faster—I’m cumming again!" she cried out, her words breaking into a scream as her body shuddered violently. I obliged, my hips slamming into her with a rhythm that was primal, desperate, and utterly consuming. The night had started so differently. * It was my birthday, just a day before Valentine’s. The kind of day that felt like it should mean something, but never quite did. I’d just been sitting at home, scrolling through my phone, when her text popped up at 2:30 PM. “Happy birthday, Shan. Hope you’re having a great day.” She was a friend with benefits, someone I’d been seeing on and off for a while. Her name was Lila, and she had this way of making even the most casual texts feel a little electric. I smiled as I typed back. “Thanks, Lila. You free tonight? Thought we could celebrate with a bottle of wine.” I had already been planning to watch the sunset at John’s Hill Reserve Lookout. It was one of those places that felt like it existed outside of time, where the world slowed down just enough to let you breathe. But when she replied that she was free after making dinner for her kids, I adjusted my plans. We agreed to meet at 7:45 PM, and I asked her to bring a couple of glasses. Her house was in Frankston, so I drove over, parking near her place. She came out a few minutes later, her dark hair catching the last rays of sunlight. She smiled that smile—the one that always made my stomach tighten—and slid into the passenger seat. “Hi, stranger,” she said, leaning over to give me a quick hug. Her perfume was light but intoxicating, something floral with a hint of spice. “Hi,” I replied, my voice a little rougher than I intended. “Ready for the sunset?” “Always.” It was a bit of drive to the initial place i wanted to go. So i asked her if she had any suggestions? “What about The Pines Flora and Fauna Reserve in Carrum Downs?” I asked, glancing over at her. She shrugged, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Sure, why not? As long as I get my wine.” The Pines was quieter, the carpark empty when we arrived. The sky still held that golden hue, and the air was crisp but not cold. I opened the bottle of wine, pouring us each a glass. We clinked them together, the sound soft but significant. “Happy birthday,” she said, taking a sip. Her eyes never left mine, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world had disappeared. I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers. It was a tentative kiss at first, but when she kissed back, it quickly deepened. Her hand reached up to cup my face, her fingers soft against my skin. When we finally pulled away, I could see the same desire in her eyes that I felt. “Let’s take a walk,” I suggested, my voice low. She nodded, and we left with the glasses and bottle, walking into the reserve. The path was narrow, the trees closing in around us as we turned left at the first intersection. It felt like we were the only two people in the world. We found a fallen tree, the trunk thick and sturdy. I set the wine bottle and my glass down, taking hers from her hand and placing it beside mine. Then I turned to her, my hands sliding around her waist as I kissed her again. This time, my fingers found their way under her blouse, fumbling with the clasp of her bra. She laughed softly, her breath warm against my neck. “Shan, you won’t be able to remove it,” she teased, her voice light. But I managed, my fingers working quickly to undo the strapless push-up bra. When it finally came loose, I pulled back just enough to see the amusement in her eyes. “I used to work for one of the bigger bra manufacturers in the world,” I said, grinning. She laughed, the sound rich and unfiltered. “Of course you did.” And then, without warning, I yanked her forward, forcing her onto all fours. She gasped, her hands instinctively gripping the fallen tree for support. My hands moved to her skirt, yanking it down along with her panties. The sound of my zipper echoed in the quiet night, and then I was pushing into her, hard and fast. Her gasp turned into a moan, her body arching against mine as I filled her. I could feel her tightness, the way her body clenched around me, and it was almost too much. But I held back, starting slow, letting her adjust to me. “Shan,” she whispered, her voice trembling. I started to move, my hips snapping against hers with a rhythm that was both punishing and exhilarating. Her moans grew louder, turning into screams that echoed into the night. Her body shook with every thrust, her hands gripping the tree like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice breaking. “It feels so good.” I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. My hands tightened on her hips, pulling her back onto me with every thrust. Her body felt like it was on fire, and I could feel her cumming, her thighs slick with it. “Do it faster, I pulled out slowly, her body trembling as I stepped back. The air between us was thick with heavy breaths and the scent of sweat and desire. My hands lingered on her hips as I whispered into her ear, my voice low and urgent. ”Let’s try standing against that tree.” Before she could respond, I pushed her forward, her hands instinctively reaching out to brace herself against the rough bark. Her back arched, and I could see the goosebumps rising on her skin. She turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine with a mix of anticipation and hunger. ”You’re insatiable,” she breathed, her voice trembling with excitement. I didn’t answer. Instead, I pressed my body against hers, my cock already hard again, nudging between her thighs. My hands moved to her hips, gripping them firmly as I positioned myself. The sound of our breathing mingled with the rustle of leaves in the quiet night. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear. ”Tell me you want this,” I murmured, my voice thick with need. She shuddered, her hands tightening against the tree. ”I want it,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. ”I want you.” That was all the encouragement I needed. I pushed into her with one swift motion, her body arching against mine as she let out a gasp. Her warmth enveloped me, and I could feel her walls tightening around me, pulling me deeper. I started moving, my thrusts slow and deliberate at first, letting her feel every inch of me. Her breath hitched, her moans soft and muffled against the tree. I could feel her hands gripping the bark, her body pressing back against me, urging me to go faster. ”Harder,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. I obliged, my hands tightening on her hips as I picked up the pace. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the air, and her moans grew louder, more desperate. She reached back, her fingers digging into my thigh, pulling me closer. ”Fuck me,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My thrusts became relentless, my body slamming into hers with a force that left her breathless. Her cries echoed into the night, her body shaking with every movement. ”You feel so good,” I groaned, my voice rough with desire. She clenched around me, her body tightening as she came, her moans turning into a scream of pleasure. I could feel her cumming, her warmth spilling over me, and it pushed me over the edge. ”Ah, fuck,” I hissed, my hips jerking as I came inside her, my body trembling with the intensity of it. For a moment, we stayed like that, our bodies pressed together, our breaths mingling in the cool night air. Then, slowly, I pulled out, her body sagging slightly against the tree. I stepped back, my hands still on her hips, steadying her. She turned to face me, her eyes dark with desire, her lips swollen from our kisses. ”You’re incredible,” I whispered, my voice filled with awe. She smiled, a soft, satisfied smile, and reached out to touch my face. ”So are you,” she murmured. We stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, the connection between us electric. Then, without a word, I leaned in and kissed her, my hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer. ”Let’s go back to the car,” she whispered against my lips. I nodded, my heart still racing as we gathered our things and made our way back through the reserve. The night was quiet, the only sound our footsteps on the path. When we reached the car, I opened the door for her, watching as she slid into the passenger seat. I got in beside her, the engine purring to life as we headed back to her house. The drive was silent, but the air between us was charged with something unspoken. I could feel her eyes on me, her hand resting on my thigh, her touch sending shivers through me. When we arrived at her house, I turned to her, my hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. ”Thank you,” I said, my voice soft. She smiled, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. ”Happy birthday,” she replied, her voice filled with warmth. I leaned in and kissed her, my hand cupping her face, our lips moving together in a slow, lingering kiss. When we finally pulled apart, she smiled at me, her hand resting on my chest. ”Goodnight, Shan,” she murmured. ”Goodnight, Lila,” I replied, watching as she got out of the car and walked to her door. I waited until she was inside before driving away, the memory of her smile and the feel of her body against mine lingering in my mind. The night had been perfect, and I knew it was one I would never forget. As I drove home, my mind

14 February 2025

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I met Jess once before. Brad is a friend of mine and his wife Amy were putting on dinner with a few of their friends coming along as well. It was certainly nothing formal and I was there for a few pre dinner drinks around 4pm. Brad would typically be up for a beer and it was boy time for a chat. Amy was good to him but he needed his space which he didn't get very often. Amy always wants Brad by her side unless she has a few girlfriends keeping her entertained. Truth be told I was probably a bit too early as convinced Brad to have a beer with me not long after I arrived. Amy was fussing around the house at this stage so she was content and so Brad took me for a tour of his latest updates to the house and the next few ideas to come. After about an hour and 3 beers in and about 10 various interruptions from Amy putting the washing out and asking Brad various dumb questions it was time for dinner to start. Amy called Brad in and together they worked on preparing dinner. I offered my help but was met with several refusals, "nah sit and have a beer and relax". Hmm.. Have a beer a sit by myself? I'd clearly landed myself a 3rd wheel gig for the moment, although thankfully it was not long after having stared at the ceiling for a while, a few more guests arrived. Tony was a good mate of ours and so it was obviously great to see him and to break up my 3rd wheel journey. Moments after, Jess arrived and was upbeat and ready for a wine, a big grin on her face, the genuine sort of grin that captured my attention before we even spoke. Tony and I had never met Jess. As soon as Jess arrived, Amy seemed to changed her whole attitude and everything was right in the world again! Shortly after Amy and Jess had their wine glasses full, Amy introduced Jess to Tony and I. Jess was probably about 6'0 and had a real hourglass sort of figure. A dress that was not revealing but really complimented her and looked relaxing at the same time. I was intrigued to say the least. Jess continued keep Amy chirpy which made the night a really nice night. Everyone had plenty of laughs. As everyone left, Jess suggested that it was her turn to host and that she would arrange a dinner in a few weeks time. Amy was watching Tony and I like a hawk by this stage, as if to say "well, she's pretty cute right?" I was reluctant to submit to Amy's suggestive intentions. however... Jess was not someone I would deny in any circumstance. She was simply to nice and positive a person to not be honest to. Well, needless to say I was already looking forward to the dinner Jess was going to put on. Two weeks later here we were, all turning up for dinner that Jess had put on. Upon arrival to the small apartment, Jess was ready for drinks and advised the timings of our meal and dessert for the evening. And with that, despite the fact that we had bought our own drinks, Jess proceeded to find us a seat and as we settled down, out cam the full glasses of wine for Amy and Jess, and some Jess pulled out some ice cold beers from an esky she had in the kitchen full of ice. It was hard not to be impressed. After a few laughs and a few drinks it was time for dinner. A few of us offered to assist Jess but she insisted she was fine. With that, moments later a delicious looking meal with roasted vegies and perfectly cooked steak was placed in front of us. "holy shit" I thought to myself, Jess is quite the cook! We ate through our meals and they were gone a short time later along with another drink. I picked up a few plates and went to the kitchen to place them down. There were dishes everywhere and I realised it might have been a bad idea to help. I was wrong. Jess walked into the kitchen moments after and smiled at me as she placed the dirty dishes in her hands in a skilfully placed manner. I kept smiling at her as if she was now just showing off. It was a real 'moment' we shared, the first of many. I stood there smiling, nearly laughing thinking "ok smart ass, are going to help me out or will i put these on the floor", after her hands were free she looked at me and smiled and waited for me to do something. I really didn't want to break anything and was trying to respect her but I felt like she was ridiculing me! After a moment I thought 'stuff this', so I carefully placed the dirty dishes, one on top of a toaster and the other carefully balanced on top of pots in the sink. Smiling at me, Jess said "well done" and walked back out to the dinner table. I couldn't help but laugh and her cheeky but cute demeanour simply confirmed that Jess had a lot more hiding behind her smile. After the table was cleared, Jess made sure we all had a drink before announcing it was time for dessert. Moments later, 6 glass cups of expertly crafted chocolate swirls around the glass and filled with a cheesecake style dessert and a chocolate bar sticking out the top. Amy commented "OMG how did you do this?" The girls chatted away while us boys dug into the tasty dessert and finished it within minutes. Divine. After a few more gulps of my beer I thought I better help out or do something. Too late as it seemed as Jess called out "pass your dessert glasses down". Of course we did as instructed and Jess swiftly removed them from the table. We moved to the lounge for a bit more of a chat and a few more drinks before Amy advised it was time to go. Brad was looking for another beer but I think Amy had other ideas. As Brad and Amy gathered their belongings, so too did Tony. I had sunk more drinks that would allow me to drive home and Amy didn't hold back. "Matt, are we dropping you off or are you staying?" with a smile on her face. I wasn't sure what to say as I was hardly going to try and make Jess uncomfortable. With that, Jess said "nah we're having a few more drinks". I stared at Jess and looked back at Amy who was grinning from ear to ear. It was about this time I started thinking that both Amy and Jess had set this up. Nah couldn't be, I took it upon myself to drink. Brad piped up and said "righto then, we're out of here". Tony followed suite and before long I was walking back into the apartment of Jess wondering what I should be doing next. That decision was made quickly for me as Jess proceeded to push another beer into my hand and we sat opposite each other on a small 2 seater couch. The TV went on and we started talking about all things life. Jess captivated me and it was not long before she said to me "bedtime". She got up and turned the lights off and into her bedroom we went. It must have been 30 degrees in there and while I had no trouble stripping off to my boxers, the heat was like a summer humid day. "which side do you normally sleep?" I asked. "that depends" she replied. I looked at her confused. "which side are you sleeping on?" she said with this gorgeous cheeky grin. I took the hint and just got into bed. There was a sheet on us and of course we started talking for a bit before I found myself staring at and wanting to kiss her lips. Jess was the sort of girl I had never really considered myself to be in the same league as. It was only now that I realised how attracted I was to her. I kissed her. Jess kissed me back and then frowned at me saying "are you even listening to me?" I couldn't help but laugh! "of course I was but then you stopped talking" I responded. She laughed and kissed me. I can honestly say that kissing Jess was amazing. Passionate yet not forceful and sensual but tactful too. We kissed for several minutes before I found myself running my hands along her side as she lay on her back. She had a satin nightie. As my left hand ran up her right hip, inwards at her tummy and then I felt the side of her large boob as I ran my hand up to her shoulder. I ran my hand back down the same path but this time cupping the side of her boob realised that they were much larger than I had realised. Apart from the fact that my cock was well and truly on it's way to being fully erect and that I was getting hornier by the moment, I was also getting increasingly curious about Jess and her sexy body. She clearly looked after herself. We continued to kiss and i felt like i couldn't stop kissing Jess. All the while, by swollen cock was now pushing into her side as my hand ran up and down her side feeling more and more of her body. Jess had relaxed and somehow seemed to be laying back and i found her body seemed to be more accessible as I felt her nipples poking through her thin nightie. Again I ran my hand down her side, but this time I ran it all the way down to the hem of her nightie, just above her knee. I placed my hand on her knee and ran my hand all the way along her side, from her knee to her hip. Expecting to feel some shorts or panties at some stage, but as I went higher, I felt the underside of her bare boob. No panties, just a nightie. With a rock hard cock poking into her side and trying to figure out whether to just fuck this gorgeous girl or to savour the moment and keep teasing this wonderful body I was conflicted. We continued to kiss and I found myself cupping her boobs with my left hand and being amazed at her hardening nipples. Jess tugged at my boxers and I need no further hints. I pulled them off and lay between her lovely legs. I pulled at the top of her nightie to release her boobs so that I could taste and suck those big hard nipples. As I did this, Jess pulled her nightie up that was between my body and hers. Once she achieved this, Jess pulled me up to her to kiss her again. Naturally, my rock hard cock was aimed straight at her gorgeous wet pussy. I kept kissing Jess and I felt the tip of my cock rubbing against her wetness. Jess pushed her hips towards me to feel the tip of my hard cock against her as I pushed my hips towards her. It didn't take long and the tip of my mushroom head slid into her entrance. I had to release my kiss from Jess as I exhaled deeply. It was like an instantly landing on Cloud 9. I went straight back to kissing Jess deeply as our hips pushed closer together. I wasn't long before I was buried deep inside this beautiful girl and she was driving my crazy. Jess literally raised her hips up to push me into her as I pushed every part of my hard shaft as far as I could keep inside with every thrust. I could feel her pussy grasping at my shaft like it was trying to suck me into her more and more. Of course I couldn't resist. As our thrust started to get faster Jess broke our kiss and started moaning. Every time the tip of my cock was as deep as I could be inside her, Jess moaned loudly. Moaning is not really something that I find arousing, however, hearing Jess and feeling Jess and our rhythm, it was in leading to the inevitable. Before long I realised that my cock wasn't far from pumping my cum deep inside her. I usually knew if a girl I was with was on birth control or that we needed to use a condom. I was going to cum and I couldn't do anything about it. But I couldn't not tell Jess. Moments later it was inevitable as Jess was clearly pushing herself on to me as much as I was pushing deep into her. I kissed her again and whispered in her ear "you're about to make me cum" to which Jess replied, "that's the general idea". I couldn't help but laugh before a moment later it was happening and Jess knew it. Jess kept pushing onto me as I felt her begin to shake and her body milking my shaft. I groaned loudly as I let go, my hard shaft spasming as it pumped cum into her hungry pussy which seemed to suck and drink the cum from my cock. I kept sliding into Jess as she slowly slid up and down my now cum soaked shaft. We continue to kiss as we felt each other subside from the encounter. The night was a long night as the heater stayed on about 30 degrees all night. I drink about 2 litres of water throughout the night. The next morning when we awoke, it happened all over again. One of the most amazing experiences of my life.

14 February 2025

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To the clinking of our glasses settling on the coffee table, we all stand as she leads me by the hand towards the hallway. I look at you to gauge how you are feeling, to be comforted and excited by the sky grin and nod of your head. I follow her, watching her shapely arse wiggling with each step as we take the party to the bedroom. My cock was already achingly hard, straining against my jeans as I think about the naughty, flirty chatting we had been doing. Such a filthy slut, and I couldn’t wait to tear her underwear to the side and go to town on that delicious pussy she had been referring to all night. You silently follow us; entering the room you immediately take up your spot on the recliner chair in the corner. Such a deliciously wicked smile she had and her eyes boring into me, no mind-reading skills needed; she wanted to be fucked hard, and cum as many times as possible. I wasn’t sure what the dynamic was between you two; did you just want to watch? Did you want to command her, or me? I decided on the former as you hardly said a word as you watched her playfully touch my shoulder or leg as I made her laugh. “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees,” I commanded her. I lift her already too-high skirt up, tracing the contours of her plump, round arse cheers. Her g-string already appeared to be damp, and as I lowered my face to kiss and nibble her backside, I caught a faint hint of a ready-to-be-fucked pussy. With two fingers I pulled her g-string aside, her tight little hole winking at me, and her delicious looking pink cunt was begging to be tasted. I got to my need and traced up and down her tantalizing slit, and every 4 strokes or so I went a little higher, teasing her puckering hole. “Such a tasty girl. Such a good girl” I think to myself as I savour her nectar. I then bury my face deep in her folds, licking, lapping, going to town on her engorged clit, working out what she liked until she exploded, literally, in my face with a mouthful of her replaceable juices. I turn to look at you, my face glistening with her climax, and again you smirk and nod. I notice your hand in you lap, slowly rubbing yourself as you watch her get pleasured in front of you. “Turn around and suck my cock” I commanded again. She eagerly whipped around and nearly inhaled my swollen prick, right down the shaft until her nose was tickled by my closely trimmed pubes. Oh man, the bitch is filthy, and knows her way around a cock! Slobbering, sucking, massaging my tight ball sack, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold off from shooting a thick load down her hungry throat. I physically had to pry this slut off my knob, “I need to feel the tightness and wetness of your pussy before I cum,” and I grab her by the hips, swinging her around until my cock was nudging her wet hole. I again look over to you sitting, now you have your cock out, frantically pulling on it, a bead of precum glistens in the light. All three of us, so turned on, leaning our juices from our own fuck-holes. I grab her hips, and with out a word, I slam my prick in, all the way to the base. She gasped as my head slams against her cervix, until I withdraw and slam in again, my public bone bashing against her public bone. Oh my god, so tight, wet, her pussy walls gripping my rod in an ecstatic embrace. I pounded her with everything I had, her gasps became moans, then screams as she came again, leaving a slick puddle of her squirt between her knees. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, I I had a choice to make; cum in this tight cunt, or pull out, turn her around and pump my load down her throat. “Fill that slut’s pussy to the brim” I hear you finally say. I look over as I see you close to blowing your load over your lap. I turn back, grab her hair and pull back as I increase my pace, until I can no longer contain myself. With a bellow that came from my balls, up my chest and out of my throat, I let loose one of the biggest ropes of thick, creamy cum into her spasming pussy. This tipped her over the edge again, adding to the oil slick of juices pooling around her knees, while you also shot a load from the corner of the room, so strong some of it spattered on your wife’s face and shoulder. I cock continues to pump more and more of my cream into her, until I was spent, slowly pulling out my shaft, followed by the familiar sound of air escaping a freshly fucked womb, watching my own juices mingle with hers, slowly dribbling down her thigh and dropping into the filthy puddle beneath her.

13 February 2025

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A few year ago I was I Adelaide for business staying at the Hilton in town. I visited the gym every night. I had always thought about having sex with a guy but never had it. When I was in the shower I would touch and cares my arse, play with my cock thinking I was with a guy with a hard circumcised cock as I had seen in porno videos. I am a bi guy loves fucking females but had this thing that made me think how would it feel to be the one being fucked I even tasted my cum thinking it was from a guy I just sucked like my wife had done I our threesomes. I used to use a dildo to feel how it would feel, but never had the opportunity to do it That evening I was horny and wanted to have the experience. So I found a gay pub and went there to see what may develop I just sat in a table having a red wine just looking at the scene I was 55 at the time. I was wearing a tight short and a T shit but I had taken with me one of my wife sexy undies that I was wearing After about 30 minutes an older guy approached me and asked me if he could share the table after a few minutes he asked me if I was there as it was gay pub. I told hi yes and was I was curious We chatted for some time and eventually I told him I was always wondering about sucking a hard cock and being fucked. He was 61 and told me he liked slut male, that made me feel horny He continued telling he was there expect it o find one that would suck his cock, kiss him as he fuck That sound it nice and that his wife was working late and he had some time if we wanted to go to his car I then told him I had a room at the Hilton and we could go there Once in the room he undressed and held his hard 8 inch or so cock I took all my clothes off and kneel in front of him. This was my first time and I wanted it I took his cock, looked at it, opened my mouth and wrapped my, mouth around it, good it felt nice I licked it, sucked it. I could tasted his pre cum and eventually he blew chi’s load in my mouth. I loved that We then just had a few drinks, talked and staying naked. About a hour later his cock was hard and ready again I lean to suck his cock gain but this time he said that he was. Now was to make me his bitch! He deep kissed me and laid me on y back Kissed my body, sucked my body, sucked my cock and soon opened my legs wide open legs With his hand full of lubricant rubbed my love hole and fingered me, first one finger, then two, then three WOW it felt good Moved up toward me and as he kissed me hi inserted his hard cock deep inside. It felt better than I had dreamed he pumped me so long I thought he would never cum and I just wanted that. After sometime I could feel this warm spunk blowing in my arse loved it That night he did not go home just fucked me every time his cock was ready again

13 February 2025

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Oh, my head! How much did I drink last night? I don't even remember getting home, assuming I am home. I don't remember my bed being this soft and clean. If this isn't my bed, then whose is it? Whoever it is, they're in here with me. Wait, did I pick up last night? Fucking score! It's still dark. I can't see what she looks like. Maybe I could feel my way around. Would that be weird? I mean, we already, at least I think we did. She's facing away from me. Her hair is long and thick and smells like flowers. I think that's what woke me up. My face was in it, and I couldn't breathe. My body is against hers, and I can tell she's naked. I guess that answers whether or not we did it because I now realise that I am as well. Her ample arse pressed against me. Whenever she gets restless, she wiggles it into my crotch. If I put my arm around her, I can feel her out. She's got a bit of a belly. It's soft and squishy. Interesting, I didn't know I was into that. Moving up, I can feel her tits are small but perky. I give them a slight squeeze. They're firm in my hand. Moving downwards, I find her thighs. Thick and smooth. Freshly shaven. It seems she was looking to score tonight as well. Now, if I move my hand across, oh shit, she just spun around and planted a kiss on my lips. Was she awake this whole time? I guess it's round 2. Oof, someone likes taking charge by how she shoved me back onto the bed before going down on me. The trail of kisses up the shaft before taking my cock in her mouth. Oh my God, she knows her way around a cock. Does this girl even have a gag reflex? The sound of her gagging on my cock has me about to lose it. Hold on, big fella. We still have some ways to go. She's rubbing something against my cock. What is that? It almost feels like another, oh my God, is she? I opened my mouth to object, but what came out was a moan. I can't do this, but I guess I already did. It feels so good. And all I have to do is give in. She's lowering herself on my cock. Her arse feels incredible. The way she's fucking me, it's like I'm just a blowup doll to her. What was that that just hit my stomach just now? It's warm and wet. Did she just cum? Oh God. That turned me on more than I ever thought it would. I'm going to cum too. I can't stop it. I think that was the most intense orgasm I ever had. It felt like being torn apart by pleasure. Wait, did she put her hand over my mouth when I cried out? What the fuck? And then she patted me on the head, rolled over, and fell asleep after I came? Fucking seriously? What a bitch! I think I'm in love.

13 February 2025

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I’d been chatting with a bi couple from the site for a while now, they lived barely 15mins away, but we had never met. Logging on this day I and noticed that Ms A, was in the chat room. We again chatted and she asked if I’d be interested to meet and suck her male partners cock, as she likes the idea of watching while a guy goes down on him. I agreed to the offer, and we organised to meet, Ms A sending a PM with the address, time and access instructions. The morning of the meeting had arrived, it was a magnificent warm and sunny Spring Day. I was instructed to arrive just after noon, so I showered, shaved and splashed on my best aftershave. I made my way to my car, smiling in anticipation, of what was in store. The drive took no time and I arrived at the street, following the instruction to park in their driveway, I then made my way to the side entry gate. Opening the gate, I walked a narrow pathway that led to a rear secluded area. I stopped at the end of the house and peered around the corner, to see both Ms A and Mr G, totally naked. They were laying on a blanket set out atop an inflatable sun lounge, Mr G laying on his back with Ms A, kneeling between his legs, his ample cock in her hands. Ms A’s work was divine, she was licking from the head, down the shaft, pausing for some time to suck his balls before moving down to rim his butthole. I watched for several minutes before venturing around the corner, Ms A stopping momentarily to acknowledge my arrival and instruct me to kneel alongside. I approached removing my shirt and shorts, stroking my hardening cock, as I knelt beside her. I join Ms A, alternating between sucking and licking Mr G ‘s rock hard cock and squeezing his ball sack, until we could sense he was on the verge of coming. I released my grip on Mr G, leaving Ms A to continue, positioning myself behind her, where I have a perfect view of the pierced lips of her glistening pussy. Without further hesitation, I placed a hand on each of her ass cheeks, helping to spread her pussy lips for better access for my mouth and tongue. The next thing she felt was my tongue pressing against her pussy lips, with soft and slow strokes I was managing to make her even wetter. Licking shortly turns to sucking of her clit and a flicking of my tongue, playing with the numerous piercings adorning each her ample lips. Ms A enjoying the sensation of her pussy was getting a strong tongue fucking, arches her back with pleasure, forcefully pressing herself back against my face. I replace my tongue with my hand, running my fingers through her labial folds and lightly tugging on her piercings. I insert my middle finger as I run my thumb across her clit. On cue, Ms A spreads her knees wider, her lips now parting further and inviting me to probe deeper. Inserting another finger, then a third, and fourth, Ms A, then utters” Deeper” to which I respond with a folded fist pressing at her opening. It eases past the initial resistance to eventually become fully accommodated, I pump my hand to the thrusting of her body, Ms A moans then shudders, I remove my hand to the sight of her juices flowing from her gaping hole and down her inner thighs. On taking a short breather, Ms A stands and moves forward to straddle Mr G. With his cock standing proud, she squats and lowers herself on to him, his manhood entering her without any resistance. Ms A turns to me and looks at my hard cock, “There’s plenty of room”, “I can take your fist, 2 cocks isn’t gonna be a problem”! Without hesitation, I move between Mr G, as Ms A leans forward. Grasping my cock, I guide the head to her pussy opening, pausing momentarily to find space , before sliding it in cm by cm, as deep as I could. Oh fuck yeah!" she cries out as she takes both cocks deep inside her. We both pump our cocks deeply and with her moaning, louder and louder we can feel an explosion building. She lets out a scream, “Fuck, I'm “cumming”, and is quickly followed with another soaking orgasm, her juices drenching both our cocks and Ms A collapsed on Mr G’s chest. After a short recovery, Ms A slides to the side and repositions herself, kneeling on all fours. I move across and commence giving attention to her glorious asshole. I lick her chocolate bud and slightly force my tongue in and out. I run my fingers through her pussy lips to cover them in her juices, then place a finger in her butthole, prying and stretching the opening. I start rubbing my cock along the crease of her ass. She reaches around and slowly guides my shaft into her inviting butthole. The head slides in and she squeezes firmly on it, the feeling like a tight velvet vice wrapping around it, the sensation is incredible. I tell her to relax, as she does, and I push further, slow and easy until I have glided fully inside her. While I fill her ass, Mr G is filling her throat with his cock, having positioned himself alongside. The warm sensation of my enveloped cock drives me to the brink of exploding. Ms A, can sense that I was on the verge of cumming, then comments, “you fucked my arse, its now G’s turn” ! I slide my cock from her and Mr G takes her spot on the lounge. Ms. A slides her fingers between her legs and wipes her wetness over the end of my shaft. I shuffle closer, positioning myself at Mr G's ass, where Ms A grabs my cock and guides the head to the opening. I grasp Mr G's hips and press forward, I force myself deeper on each thrust and he responds by thrusting back. Ms A fondles my balls as they slap against Mr G for several minutes. Mr G asks me to stop momentarily and moves to lay on his back on the lounge with Ms A to straddle him and facing me. Mr G asks me to continue and I stick my cock back in his ass, Ms A leans forward to suck his cock at the same time. Mr G grabs Ms A by her hips and pulls her cunt to his face. The three of us entwined, me with my cock in Mr G’s ass, Mr G with his tongue buried in Ms A cunt and Ms A with Mr G's cock deep in her throat. Our pace picks up rapidly from there and soon we were all moaning and groaning as all our bodies writhe, together. I manage to quickly withdraw my cock from Mr G’s ass as he takes his from Ms A’ s mouth. We climax with us spraying our loads over Ms A’ s face, I couldn't believe how much more intense it was compared to regular intercourse. We take some time to catch our breath, Ms A hands us both a towel, Mr G asks Ms A, if she enjoyed what just happened, she tells him, ”fuck yes I did”! , my body feels drained, both my pussy and ass are tingling from getting pounded hard and I'm covered in cum from 2 horny guys.

12 February 2025

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This happened few years ago. I was having a fwb arrangement with a gorgeous lady in Altona. Unfortunately she moved to another state. The knock on her door echoed through the quiet house, and I could already feel the adrenaline surging through my veins. I knew she was alone—her daughter was out, and the coast was clear. I adjusted the bag of toys slung over my shoulder, my heart pounding in anticipation. This was it. The moment we’d both been waiting for. I knocked again, harder this time, and heard the faint sound of her footsteps approaching. The door creaked open, and there she was—her wide eyes meeting mine, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. But before she could say a word, I lunged forward, my hand wrapping around her neck, pinning her against the wall. Her gasp was cut short as I pulled the cuffs from my pocket, securing her wrists behind her back with practiced ease. Jesus, her skin was so soft. She struggled, her voice trembling. “What are you—?” But I didn’t let her finish. I gripped her by the hair, yanking her forward and shoving her face down onto the table. Her breath hitched, her body tense as I ripped her pants down in one swift motion. The sound of my zipper cut through the air, and I could already see the wetness dripping down her thighs. I didn’t wait. I thrust into her, hard and deep, and she let out a strangled moan, her body arching against the table. Her dress hiked up, her ass pinned beneath me as I fucked her with abandon. Her hips bucked, trying to escape, but I held her down, my grip unyielding. “You’re not going anywhere,” I growled, my voice low and rough. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as she came, her wetness coating my cock. I didn’t let up, driving into her with relentless force, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. When I finally pulled out, I turned her around, shoving her to the floor. She knelt there, her eyes wide, her mouth open in protest, but I didn’t give her a chance to speak. I grabbed the back of her head, forcing my cock deep into her mouth. She gagged, her eyes watering as I thrust in and out, her cuffed hands useless at her sides. “Do you love the taste of your cum?” I demanded, my voice dark and commanding. She could only moan, her throat vibrating around me as I fucked her mouth, her saliva and her own juices dripping down her chin. When I finally released her, I dragged her by the hair, her body limp as I threw her onto the bed. I ripped her clothes off, her naked body sprawled before me, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. I grabbed the rope, tying her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, spreading her wide open for me. Her eyes darted to mine, a mix of fear and excitement. I reached for the choke and blindfold, securing them in place, leaving her in darkness. I could hear her breathing quicken. I traced the whip along her breasts, feeling her shiver beneath me. Then, without warning, I brought it down, the sharp crack echoing through the room. She screamed, her body jerking against the restraints, but I didn’t stop. I moved the whip lower, teasing her dripping pussy, and brought it down again. Her cries turned to moans, her hips thrusting upward, begging for more. I could see her juices pooling beneath her, the bed soaking wet as I continued to whip her, each strike bringing her closer to the edge. She was losing control, her body writhing, her moans growing louder. I dropped the whip, my cock aching as I positioned myself between her legs. I thrust into her without warning, her tight walls gripping me as I fucked her with abandon. Her screams were muffled by the gag, her body convulsing as she came, over and over again. When I finally came inside her, filling her with my cum, I released the restraints, pulling her into my arms. I removed the blindfold and gag, her eyes meeting mine, her lips swollen and trembling. “Did you enjoy that?” I whispered, my voice soft now. She kissed me passionately, her arms wrapping around my neck. “Thanks, Shan. It was amazing. I lost count of how many times I came.” We laid there for a while, our bodies entwined, the heat between us still smouldering. I ordered some food, and we settled in to watch a movie. But halfway through, my hand found its way between her legs, my fingers rubbing her clit. She gasped, her body arching toward me. “Please, fuck me like I’m your slut.” I didn’t need to be asked twice. I got on my knees, my tongue flicking against her clit as she moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair. She came hard, her juices spilling out as she cried out my name. I looked up at her, my cock throbbing. “You want me to fuck you like a slut?” “Yes,” she breathed, her eyes dark with desire. I climbed on top of her, my cock sliding into her wetness as she wrapped her legs around my waist. “Say it again.” “Fuck me like I’m your slut,” she moaned, her nails digging into my back. And I did.

12 February 2025

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As someone with whom I have occasional casual encounters with, we occasionally mix role play into our sessions to keep us on our toes, and on the morning of our planned interlude, I texted her instructions to meet me at the casino reception at 8pm dressed in business attire, to surprise me underneath and to bring with her a butt plug, her favourite dildo and a clit sucker. She would then have to submit to my direction and do everything as instructed. "Yes sir", she responded. She arrived dressed in a brown chiffon blowse and a conservative brown leather skirt. We met at the lifts, made pleasant greetings and shook hands, turned and entered the waiting lift to ascend to the 19th floor. As we waited, someone quickly joined us, robbing me the opportunity for an indulgent kiss before we entered the room, but my hand remain firmly planted on her pert little ass. At just under 5'2", my friend is the epitome of the petite milf. Her tiny frame balanced by her well endowed bosom and a tight little cunt that is sweet as much as it hungry. The lift arrived at a lower floor and our companion departs, leaving me a small opportunity to taste her lips as I pull her around and kiss her. She returns the favour with the flick of her tongue - so angry when that door opened once more - this time ejecting us at our floor. We walked to our room, I held the door open for her to enter and admired that stunning figure as she glided past me. In the room I'd already prepared a bottle of champagne, a common accompaniment for us to kick off a night of pleasure. We sat closely and talked casually about our respective days, sipping the champagne, my eyes darting down her shirt to catch a glimpse of her surprise - hints of an embroidered purple sheer perfectly cupping her breasts. Increasingly I'd lean in close and steal a kiss, till there was less talking and more kissing - our tongues adventurous to explore. As we emptied our glasses, I asked her to stand and show me her outfit, and then to slowly remove it to reveal her gift to me. Soon after, the appearance of her near perfect frame barely covered in a matching pair of bra and g-string, the fabric barely covering her bare pussy - I had to resist the urge to touch her there and then, but it would have to wait. She turned around for me, knowing full well seeing the fabric disappear between her ass cheeks would be a huge tease, at which I pulled her towards me so her back was against me, giving better access to her ear and neck. And whilst my hands traversed across he firm bosom, my tongue and lips danced over her lobe and the nape of her neck, her goosebumps amplified by the coolness of the air-conditioning. Remarkably I still resisted the urge to allow my hands to sink any lower than her midriff, instead allowing my left hand to unclasp her bra as my right hand ventured to rescue the escaping mounds trapped by the garment, one by one my fingers searching for her erect nipples, cupping my hand to caress the breast, then running a finger around her areola before lightly pinching the nipple. By now the chair I'd retreated to brought my hands closer to her torso, so I grabber her hips and turned her to face me again, her breasts now available to my mouth, and as I kissed and sucked each nipple, I could no longer resist that urge and my left hand found its mark between her legs as I searched for her wetness. Her crutch was boiling hot and pussy juices could be felt through the delicate mesh fabric. I slipped this aside and allowed my finger to run a slow circuit of her cunt before pressing the pad of my finger against the entrance of her vagina - enough to glaze my finger for tasting, but not enough to offer the release she craved. I sucked her juices from my fingers as I stared up into her eyes. Her hunger was palpable. Before I could give instruction to remove the g-string, she sat on my lap, my hand facing up beneath her as she started grinding on me to encourage my digits to enter her. She was so hot and wet but I resisted her temptation. Instead she reached for my jeans and felt for my cock - he was ready for her, so she quickly undressed me sank between my knees and swallowed me whole. Fuck her tongue was amazing as she worked up and down my shaft her tongue flicking my balls as she devoured his length, her spare hand cupping and fondling them. I allowed her free reign for a bit as I indulged in her expertise, but I had to stop before I emptied my balls down her throat. Fuck I wanted to. So I asked her to retreat and she sat opposite me naked on the lounge. Now would come our primary engagement for the night. We gathered her toys and put them beside her. I instructed her to squat on the lounge, supporting herself by leaning backwards and allowing me full access to her bare cunt and ass as she pointed her sex towards me. I pulled my chair in close, allowed my face to linger ever so close to her sex and allowed myself to smell her arousal - the smell of raw sex. As she pushed out willing me to meet her, I gave her a soft kiss across her pussy, before guiding my tongue around the lips of her out labia, across her clit hood and down the other side to her smooth perineum, which received a generous lick, my tongue parting her cunt lips and flicking past her vagina. Fuck she tastes amazing. With a hand I reached forward and spread her tiny cunt, revealing her clit and inner labia - so I moved my head forwarded and sucked her clit and inner labia into my mouth with the resulting moan worth every second of resistance till now. I allowed my tongue to take advantage of her gape and allowed it to penetrate her for the first time. She moaned again and pushed her hungry cunt down to accept my tongue. But again I stopped and withdrew to her disappointment. I looked into her eye and told her that would come later, but now she must perform for me. She would follow my instruction and show me how she makes herself cum using her toys. But first I asked her to hand me the butt plug. I warmed the stainless steel tip in my mouth and covered it in saliva whilst my thumb rested between her vagina and ass, running circles bringing her juices down to lube her ass. I pressed the bulb against her and allowed her ass slowly accept it. Gradually encouraging it deeper, then withdrawing before repeating. As it slipped inside, she let out a little gasp of pleasure. I then asked her use the clit sucker and demonstrate how she liked to use it. She lubed the cup and her clitoral hood and proceeded to turn it on and move it across the soft bare skin, offering indirect stimulation to the hood and her labia. As I watched from in front, I could see her vagina opening - eager to accept a shaft. So I suggested she show me her dildo. She grabbed it and pointed it at me, allowing me to suck it and cover it in saliva. Then with one hand firmly holding the dildo, she used the other to part her tiny lips and compelled the dildo to her depths. Inch by inch she slowly accepted it. Tight initially, but with each stroke reaching new depths, it brought forward her juices as her vagina opened and yielded to its girth. Once firmly home, she proceeded to pound herself with full and generous strokes, her respiration increasing as I encouraged her to vocalise her arousal. She moaned on each stroke, grabbing her breath as the dildo exited her lips before pushing forth once more. My thumb and forefinger pinched her clit and rubbed with soft vigour as she dug her cunt towards me. With her pace and breath racing, I took control of the dildo and told her to return to the clit sucker - and with both hands freed, she used one to expose her bean and rested the sucker cup directly over her clit and fired the gun. With my hand fucking her with the dildo and the sucker working magic over her clit, she released a long moan as she came for the first time as i held the dildo still deep inside her and she collapsed onto the lounge, allowing me to slide the dildo from her as she ceded defeat. I reached beneath her and she lifted her weight so I could remove the butt plug - it had served it's purpose for now. At this point we had a quick break, and we both sipped some water and regained composure. We stood before the bed, gradually kissing more, when she had a sudden look in her eye and she pushed back me onto the bed. Before I knew it, she'd reversed mounted me in a 69 position and generously offered her cunt for inspection as she quickly engaged my cock and encouraged his attention. I pulled her hips down so I had access to her clit which she proceeded to allow me suck whilst patternedly grounding onto my chin before allowing me suckle. I stared up at her open cunt, the dildo had done its job, and her tight ass above that and I formulated a plan. So she thinks she's in control now eh? I allow my index finger to encircle her vagina, dipping it inside her and drawing her wetness across her ass and pressing the weight of my thumb against her opening, encouraging it to yield. A couple of these rotations and I felt she was ready - my thumb now penetrated her pussy, pushing deep inside her, the webbing on my hand stretching her and she released a muffled moan with a mouthful of cock - she took the cue and went in hard. I could feel my balls wanting to burst, I let out a deep moan and told her I had to cum, that I was going to cum, to which she moaned her approval and kept going. At which point my index finger pressed against her tight ass. It yielded with the slightest of pressure and I allowed it to slide slowly inside her to its full length. She took a deep breath and heaved against my torso, so I started slow rhythmic penetrations of her cunt and ass with finger and thumb, and as her vagina clamped onto me and her ass rippled over my fingers releasing her 2nd orgasm, I groaned deeply and let out a loud releasing sigh as I emptied the content of my balls against the back of her throat, to which she hungrily swallowed. We rolled off each other spent and wasted. She maneuvered around to be head to head once more and we kissed, rolled back and exhaled once more, taking in deep breaths, with my hand resting between her legs, slowly patting her clit and vagina, thinking we were done and congratulating her for her work. Then ai noticer she started to lift her hips towards my hand. I glanced to my side and she was needing more. Her face hungry again each time my fingers contacted her pussy. So I raised up on one arm so I had a grand vista over her perfect body. Her breasts heaving, her nipples erect, I suckled them as my hand plunged inside her, 1 finger, 2 fingers, 3 fingers - she muffled a moan and pushed her cunt down on me. So I moved closer for a better angle, withdrew my fingers stuffing her and returned with index and ring fingers inside her allowing the remaining fingers and palm to slap against her sex. And with increasing intensity, I rotated from brushing my fingers against her g-spot to vigorously finger fucking her cunt and slapping against her clit and labia and within a few rounds of this cycle I extracted her third and final orgasm from the depths. Now she was done and we threw ourselves into a close embrace and drew each other as close as we could possibly be. Extracting as much skin on skin contact, and her as stunning cunt pressed against my leg to ease the pulsing, grinding against it till the pleasure abated. After a short period entwined sharing hugs and gentle kisses, we got dressed and I sent her home. We agreed to meet again soon, maybe in Cairns for a change she suggester. I agreed, kissed her deeply one last time and we went our separate ways.

10 February 2025

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The fire crackled softly, casting warm, flickering light over the wooden walls of the cabin. Outside, the storm raged — wind howling, rain hammering against the windows, the world outside disappearing into darkness. But inside, wrapped in golden heat and slow-burning tension, there were only the four of us. James leaned back on the couch, his wine glass dangling from his fingers, his eyes dark and unreadable. Sienna stretched beside him, her long legs tucked beneath her, the firelight catching the curve of her smile. Alex sat on the floor near the hearth, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his skin. A weekend away. No distractions. Just time, endless and indulgent, stretched out between us. We had started the night with dinner — food, laughter spilling easily between full glasses of wine. The conversation had drifted, shifting into teasing touches and stolen glances, the kind of chemistry that had always lingered beneath the surface but had never been acknowledged. Until now. "We should play a game," Sienna had said, voice soft but laced with something wicked. I smirked at her. "What kind of game?" She shrugged, pretending to be innocent. "Something fun. Truth or dare?" Alex exhaled a laugh. "A little juvenile, don’t you think?" "Maybe." She tilted her head, gaze sliding to me. "But that doesn’t mean it won’t be interesting." It started off light-hearted. A dare to take a shot. A truth about our wildest fantasies. But with each question, the energy in the room shifted. "If you had to kiss someone in this room, who would it be?" A question that was meant to be playful but landed like a spark on dry wood. Sienna turned toward me, her gaze lingering, her lips curving just enough to send a ripple of heat through my stomach. "Maybe it’s easier to show than to tell," she murmured. And then she kissed me. Soft at first, teasing, testing — but I didn’t hesitate. I pressed into her, deepening the kiss, my fingers threading into her hair. A low hum of approval came from Alex. "Well, damn." James leaned forward, his fingertips grazing along my wrist, his touch featherlight but deliberate. "That was beautiful." His voice was warm, low, coaxing. The storm outside pounded against the windows, but inside, we were caught in something else — a different kind of storm, one made of tangled desire and unspoken need. Someone reached for me next — I didn’t know whose hands were whose anymore, but it didn’t matter. Mouths found skin, fingers slid beneath fabric, a shiver tracing its way down my spine as Alex kissed the sensitive spot just below my ear. A warm body pressed against my back — James, his breath hot against my neck, his teeth grazing lightly over my skin before pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss just below my ear. His hands came around to my front, skimming my stomach before sliding higher, fingertips brushing the underside of my breasts. I took his hands and lifted them higher, pressing them firmly to my chest, guiding him, showing him how I wanted him to touch me. A low sound rumbled in his throat as his fingers curled, kneading, teasing, his thumbs circling my nipples in slow, deliberate motions. Heat licked at my spine, the sensation sending a pulse of desire straight between my thighs. Behind me, James pressed closer, his hips flush against my backside, letting me feel the hard evidence of how much he wanted me. He rolled his hips just enough to tease, to let me know he was there, waiting, ready. Sienna watched, her lips slightly parted, her eyes dark with heat. She reached for me, her fingers grazing my hip before slipping around to my stomach, her nails lightly dragging over my skin. She leaned in, her breath fanning against my lips before she kissed me deep, slow, claiming. Her tongue swept against mine, her body pressing against my front, trapping me between her and James, warmth surrounding me, melting me. Alex moved behind Sienna, his hands sliding around her waist, his mouth tracing the elegant curve of her throat as he whispered something that made her sigh against my lips. James’s hands moved lower, his fingers tracing a teasing path down my stomach before slipping beneath my dress. He didn’t rush he took his time, his fingertips barely grazing where I ached for more, his teasing strokes making me arch against him. I gasped into Sienna’s mouth as James found the perfect rhythm, his fingers pressing, circling, stroking in slow, relentless movements. My legs trembled, my body caught in the intoxicating pleasure of too many sensations at once — Sienna’s tongue sliding against mine, Alex’s hands guiding her hips, James’s fingers working me open. Sienna broke the kiss, pressing her forehead to mine, her breath uneven. "You look so beautiful like this," James turned me, his hands firm as he guided me toward the couch, lowering me onto the cushions. His eyes never left mine as he knelt between my legs, spreading me open with deliberate, confident hands. He pressed a kiss just above my knee, his lips warm, teasing, before trailing upward, his breath hot against my skin. Sienna settled beside me, her fingers threading into my hair as she watched James with a smirk. "He’s good with his mouth, you know," she whispered, her teeth grazing my earlobe as she reached for my breast. James chuckled, his lips curving against my inner thigh before his tongue flicked out, tracing the sensitive skin just beside where I needed him most. "She’s about to find out," he murmured. And then he kissed me there — soft at first, gentle, his tongue sweeping up through my folds with a teasing slowness that made my back arch. I gasped, my fingers threading into his hair as he licked again, firmer this time, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me exactly where he wanted me. Sienna’s mouth found mine again, swallowing my moans as James set a rhythm — slow, precise, deliberate. He flicked his tongue over my clit, then dragged it down, slipping lower, teasing my entrance with the tip of his tongue before sucking lightly at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Alex moved behind Sienna, his hands guiding her to straddle my hand. She sighed as she pressed against me, her hips rolling slowly, using the friction to chase her own pleasure, my fingers inside her and palm pressed against her clit. James groaned against me, the vibration sending a sharp pulse of pleasure through me before plunging his tongue deep inside me, his hands gripping my thighs as he devoured me with raw, unrestrained hunger. Sienna’s fingers joined his, circling my clit, stroking in time with his tongue, working me open between them. Alex pressed closer, his hands guiding Sienna’s movements, his mouth hot against her skin as he whispered encouragement. My whole body trembled, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter, heat spreading through every nerve. I could feel the weight of James’s gaze on me even as his tongue worked me higher, even as Sienna’s fingers curled inside me, stroking that perfect spot, even as Alex rocked against her, his own breathing ragged. And then — release. It hit like a shockwave, tearing through me, my back arching, my breath catching in my throat as I shattered against their mouths, their hands, their bodies. James groaned, drinking in every last tremor as he licked me through the aftershocks, Sienna’s fingers still stroking slow, coaxing out every last drop of pleasure. I laid back against the cushions, utterly undone, my limbs heavy and warm, my body still humming from the intensity. Sienna pressed a soft kiss to my lips, her smile lazy and satisfied. "God, that was beautiful." James, his grin utterly wicked. "And we’re just getting started." Alex chuckled, leaning in to kiss me. "I think it’s my turn now." I barely had time to catch my breath before Alex was on me, his lips crashing against mine, his kiss deeper, hungrier than before. His fingers sliding down my sides, tracing every curve. James had wrecked me with his mouth, but Alex wanted something more. He wanted to take his time, to savour, to unravel me all over again. Sienna curled up beside me, her fingers trailing lazy circles over my skin, her mouth pressing soft, teasing kisses to my shoulder, my collarbone, down the valley between my breasts, dragging her tongue over my nipple before taking it between her lips. A shudder rolled through me, and my legs instinctively parted as Alex settled between them. He pressed the thick length of his cock against me, teasing me with slow, shallow thrusts, his hands firm on my thighs as he dragged the head of his cock against me, pressing just enough to make me ache for him. "Tell me how you want it," Alex whispered against my lips, his voice rough, his restraint evident in the way his hands trembled against my skin. James let out a low chuckle beside me. "She likes it deep," he murmured, his fingers tracing down my stomach, just barely grazing where I was already soaked and ready. Sienna smirked, lifting her head to kiss me again, her tongue sliding against mine. "But she also likes it slow at first." I exhaled a shaky breath, nodding, my hips lifting in invitation. "Both," I whispered. "I want both." Alex groaned, gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pressed forward, the head of his cock stretching me inch by inch. My mouth fell open, my body clenching around him as he sank deeper, filling me completely. "Fuck," he breathed against my skin, his forehead pressing to mine as he stilled inside me, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. "You feel incredible." James brushed my hair back, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Breathe, sweetheart." I let out a slow, shuddering exhale, my body adjusting around the fullness, the sweet, aching stretch that sent fire curling through me. And then Alex moved. Slow at first, so slow pulling back, almost all the way out, before sinking back in, setting a deep, steady rhythm that had me whimpering, my nails digging into his back. Sienna slid lower, her mouth warm against my breast, her hands everywhere, tracing, teasing, her fingers slipping between my legs to where Alex was filling me, circling my clit in soft, lazy strokes that sent shocks of pleasure ricocheting through me. James watched, his eyes dark with lust as he stroked himself slow, tortured by the sight of me pinned between them, wrecked by pleasure. Alex groaned, shifting my legs higher, hitting deeper, his thrusts growing more insistent. His hands shaking as he pounded into me, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room. Sienna’s lips found mine again, swallowing my moans, her tongue flicking against mine, her fingers working me until my thighs trembled, my body teetering on the edge. James was suddenly there, pressing a hot kiss to my stomach, his mouth replacing Sienna’s fingers. His tongue flicked over my clit in tight, perfect circles, his hands gripping my thighs as he devoured me, sending blinding white heat rushing over me in waves.. The pleasure was too much, too good, too overwhelming. Alex slammed into me one last time, his body stiffening as he groaned against my shoulder, his release triggering my own. My entire body shattered, pleasure tearing through me in wave after wave, my breath caught in my throat as I clenched around him, my thighs trembling. I was wrecked. Completely undone. And I never wanted it to end. Alex pulled out slowly, groaning as he collapsed beside me, his breathing ragged. "Still with us, sweetheart?" he teased. I let out a soft laugh, my body trembling, sated. But Sienna wasn’t done yet. She kissed me deeply, her breath warm, her body still aching against mine. "I think you need to return the favour," she purred, shifting onto her back, parting her thighs for me. James smirked, brushing a strand of hair from my face as I crawled over her, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting her. My lips hovered just above Sienna’s aching core, her thighs trembling as she whispered, "Please." I smiled, breathless, still high from my own pleasure, before lowering my mouth to her, ready to make her fall apart the same way they had done to me. Sienna’s body trembled beneath me, her breath ragged, her thighs parting wider as my tongue flicked against her, teasing her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. I could feel her body responding to me, her hips lifting, her fingers curling into my hair, urging me to keep going, to give her more. I smiled against her skin, sucking lightly, letting my tongue slide lower, tasting the way her arousal coated my lips. She let out a soft, breathless moan, her fingers tightening in my hair. "God…yes. Just like that," she gasped. Behind me, James and Alex were watching, their bodies already hard again, their breathing heavy as they took in the sight of me devouring her. James ran his hand over my back, his fingers tracing down my spine before gripping my waist, his voice low and teasing. "You love making her fall apart, don’t you?" I hummed against her, sending vibrations through her core, making her arch and cry out, her whole body tightening. "Fuck yes!" Alex moved beside James, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly as he watched Sienna writhing beneath me. "She looks incredible like this," he murmured, his free hand sliding over Sienna’s thigh, gripping it firmly. James smirked, reaching down to cup Sienna’s breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers. "I think we can make her feel even better." Sienna’s eyes flicked open, hazy with lust, her lips parting in a knowing smile. "Are you two going to just watch," she teased, That was all the invitation they needed. Sienna nodded, her body still trembling. "I want both of you," she whispered. "At the same time." The air in the room tightened, the weight of her request settling over us like a live wire. James fingers traced slow, teasing circles over her skin. "You want to be completely full?" he murmured, watching as she shivered under his touch. She swallowed, nodding. "I want to feel everything." Alex and James exchanged a glance, grinning like two men who had just been given the ultimate gift. Alex reached for the small bottle of lube on the coffee table, pouring a generous amount onto his fingers, warming it between his hands before sliding his fingers between her legs, spreading her open. Sienna gasped, her body tensing for a brief second before melting into the sensation, completely surrendering. James kissed her softly, his tongue slipping past her lips, coaxing, distracting, as Alex traced slow, soothing circles against the tight entrance of her ass, his fingers slick and careful as he pressed inside. She moaned into James’s mouth, her body shuddering, adjusting to the new sensation. James, nestled between her legs, guided the head of his cock against her pussy, teasing her with shallow thrusts, just enough to make her whimper, to make her hips tilt in silent plea. Alex worked his finger deeper, stretching her ass inch by inch, his other hand rubbing slow circles over her lower back, grounding her in the sensation. "Mmm, that’s it," I whispered, stroking Sienna’s cheek, pressing soft kisses along her jaw. "You’re taking it so well." Alex added a second finger, scissoring gently, coaxing her open, preparing her for him. Sienna’s breath came in short, uneven gasps, her head dropping back against my chest as pleasure overwhelmed her, her hips rolling desperately between the two of them. James lifted her leg higher, angling her just right as he finally thrust deep inside her, making her cry out, her fingers gripping my wrist. "Oh my God, yes!" Alex groaned at the sight of her, his cock already hard and aching. He removed his fingers, replacing them with the thick, slick head of his cock, pressing slowly, carefully against her ass. "Breathe, baby," he whispered, "Let me in." Sienna whimpered, her body shuddering as she took both of them, her walls stretching, adjusting, accommodating, until she was completely filled. James stilled inside her, letting her adjust, his thumb rubbing circles over her clit. Alex groaned, pressing deeper, his hands gripping her hips, his breath uneven as he finally bottomed out. "God…you feel incredible." She sobbed out a moan, her body trembling, overwhelmed, stretched, filled completely by both of them. "Is it too much?" I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face. She exhaled a shaky laugh, her lips curving into a sinful smile. "It’s perfect." James and Alex began to move, finding a slow, rhythmic pace, taking turns thrusting into her, stretching her, working her open. The pleasure was all-consuming, raw, overwhelming in the most beautiful way. "You love it, don’t you?" James growled against her ear, his hands gripping her hips, his thrusts deep and precise. Sienna nodded, her nails digging into my thighs, her body rocking between them, completely helpless in their grip. Alex gritted his teeth, his control slipping as he pushed deeper, his cock throbbing inside her. "Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight, baby." James circled her clit faster, matching the rhythm of their thrusts, his lips pressing against her sweaty skin, whispering filthy praise. I kissed Sienna deeply, swallowing her moans, my hand cupping her breast, rolling her stiff, needy nipple between my fingers. Her whole body tensed, the coil winding tighter and tighter, the pleasure becoming too much, too intense. "Oh fuck, fuck, I’m coming!" she screamed, her whole body convulsing, shaking violently, clenching around both of them as the most earth-shattering orgasm tore through her. James groaned, burying himself deep, his body shuddering as he spilled inside her, his head falling against her shoulder, his moans deep and guttural. Alex was right behind him, thrusting one last time, his cock pulsing, releasing inside her tight heat, his hands gripping her waist so tightly she’d have bruises tomorrow. Sienna collapsed against me, her body limp, trembling as aftershocks rippled through her, soft whimpers escaping her lips. James and Alex withdrew slowly, their hands soothing over her skin, kissing her softly, gently, bringing her back down. I held her close, stroking her damp hair, pressing soft kisses to her forehead. James let out a satisfied groan, stretching lazily, grinning at Alex. "We are definitely doing that again." Sienna laughed breathlessly, her lips curving into a blissful smile as she nestled against my chest. "You better." Alex chuckled softly, pressing a final kiss to her spine. "Best weekend ever." I laughed, curling against Sienna’s side, our bodies warm, tangled, utterly satisfied. The fire had burned low, casting shadows across sweat-slicked skin, our limbs still wrapped around each other in a perfect mess of pleasure and exhaustion. I smiled sleepily, Sienna's fingers lacing through mine. "So… same time next weekend?"

9 February 2025

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I’ve been hosting group plays for many years, this story relates to one particular one about 8 years ago. The party was at my place, daytime meet for a few couples and three or four select males. Amongst the couples I had invited a lady who I had previously played with as well as her husband. We adjourned to one particular bedroom which I always refer to as the Fuck Room. Soon the bed was a mass of flesh and most of the ladies were being attended to by more than one male. My lady friend hadn’t got on the bed yet as there was no more room, here we all are standing naked watching the others play. I was standing next to her, we were touching each other and I decided I needed more, so I lay down on the carpet facing upwards. She didn’t need any encouragement and promptly sat on my face before stretching her body so she could suck my cock in a delicious 69. Her husband was standing next to us, watching us and the bed. She engulfed my cock, I ate her sweet pussy and this went on for a while. Then I did something on the spur of the moment, I lifted my legs and clamped them around her head, pushing her head deep onto my cock. There was nothing she could do except suck it which she lovingly did. I felt my cock stirring and it erupted with a nice glob of cum in her mouth. She sucked me dry and she also exploded in my mouth. Then she stood up, her husband asked her if I came in her mouth, she smiled and said Yes. She told me later that this was the most erotic fuck she ever had, the feeling of being helpless and having to swallow my cum was a fantastic feeling. I told her that it was also a fuck to remember and I will never forget it.

7 February 2025

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I was contacted on this site by a married couple That were looking for an experienced Bi male We chatted for a while Then made plans to come to my place as I have an outside spa After everyone was comfortable we were in the spa with drinks After talking about earlier experiences Denise said that she would like to see 2 males sucking Mark and I thought it was a great idea and started He had a nice 7" cut cock and we enjoyed our 69 Denise started to suck my nipples Always gets me hot I then lifted her up and turned her around so that I could eat her pussy and rimm her Mark fed her his cock for her to suck After a while she said that she wanted my cock in her pussy I slipped into heaven as I was fucking her Mark fed me his cock to suck I said that I was about to come and Denise said blow your spunk up me As I pumped harder and was coming Mark blew his load down my throat What a great start to the evening We went inside for some nibbles and to recover The conversation was easy and free flowing Then we went into the spare Play room for round two

6 February 2025

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A friend and wife had come to visit, they'd shared only each other and had a fantasy. Luckily, I became part of that fantasy. So after collecting them and hitting our hotel for the night, showered and relaxed, I re-entered the living area. To find a very relaxed couple, having found the porn channel, engaged in the early to mid stages of foreplay (she was very busily getting hubby to attention, whilst he was from my view, two fingers deep). I enjoyed proceedings for a moment, until I was summoned closer and after a very furious game of tongue twister, I was directed south, enjoying two very ample treats on the way. Upon arrival of my destination, I found myself under the direction of the lady clearly in charge and assumed the position, gleefully awaiting what was soon to be positioned on my face. Now, eating that pussy and watching her engulf hubby's now fully grown member with slobbery glee had me almost drop a load on my thigh before we'd even started. However, when she decided to turn and have hubby enter from behind, it was then I discovered the joy of the spit roast. I did finish rather quickly, with warning of course but she never missed a beat. From there we wore each other out. I think hubby was asleep, while we continued for hours more. I'll never forget that night, or weekend tbh. Excuse me while I reminisce.

3 February 2025

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The library has always been a place of solace for me—quiet, unassuming, a sanctuary where time slows and the outside world fades away. It’s why I took this job, why I spend my evenings among the scent of old paper and the hush of turning pages. But lately, there’s been a shift. A customer that is now regularly lingering in the aisles and a weight to the air that wasn’t there before. He’s been coming here for weeks now, and though we’ve never exchanged more than a few words, something unspoken has settled between us. And tonight, I can feel it building, waiting for release. The scent of old paper and polished wood lingers in the air, mingling with the faint traces of cologne he leaves behind when he walks past. The library is empty apart from the two of us, but he doesn’t acknowledge me immediately. He never does—not right away. Instead, he moves with the kind of unhurried grace that suggests he knows he’ll be noticed regardless. He’s been coming here for weeks, always around the same time. I’ve learned his habits—the way he skims the spines of books without looking directly at them, the way his fingers linger just a second longer on the ones that interest him. He’s a man who exists in quiet certainty, someone who doesn’t rush or fumble or second-guess. The way he carries himself with an effortless authority. It’s not just his presence that intrigues me—it’s everything he embodies. Knowledge. Confidence. Restraint. And then there’s the way he looks at me. Not often. Not obviously. But when he does, it feels deliberate. As though he’s measuring something, weighing a possibility. And tonight, something shifts. The silence between us is thick with meaning, the tension mounting like the weight of an unsaid confession. I’m standing by the rolling ladder when he finally speaks. His voice is low, deep, cutting through the hush of the library as if it belongs here. “Would you help me find something?” I turn, my pulse betraying me with its quickened beat. “Of course. What are you looking for?” He watches me for a moment before speaking, as though deciding how much he wants to reveal. “It’s a particular edition. Leather-bound. Should be in the restricted section.” My lips part slightly. The restricted section is behind a locked gate, reserved for members with special access. He has that access. I do not. “I can’t enter that section,” I say, my voice softer than it should be. He knows this already. “I know.” His gaze flickers down to my lips before returning to my eyes. “But you can come with me.” He doesn’t touch me, doesn’t move any closer, and yet my skin is tingling with awareness. I follow him without thinking, drawn to the quiet command in his presence. He unlocks the gate, holds it open for me, and as I step past him, the space between us narrows. His hand barely brushes my arm, a whisper of contact that sends  a rush straight through me. Inside, the air feels heavier. The bookshelves cast long shadows, the dim light barely reaching the far corners. He moves slowly, purposefully, scanning the shelves, but I feel his awareness of me. The way he stands just close enough that I can sense his body heat. “I think it’s up here,” I murmur, pointing to a higher shelf. I step onto the ladder, acutely aware of him watching. When I stretch upward, my skirt shifts, exposing just a sliver more skin. His voice is quieter this time. “Careful.” I turn my head slightly, meeting his gaze from over my shoulder. There’s something dark in his expression, something restrained yet unmistakable. I descend the ladder slowly, and when I reach the bottom, he doesn’t move away. He’s standing close enough that I have to tilt my chin to look up at him, close enough that I can see the faint hint of amusement in his eyes, as though he knows exactly what this is—what we’re doing. I hold out the book between us, but neither of us move to take it. His fingers finally brush mine, lingering longer than necessary. I exhale, the breath caught between anticipation and something else entirely. “Thank you,” he murmurs, but the words feel heavier than gratitude. I wet my lips. His eyes flicker downward, catching the movement. The silence stretches between us. I wonder if he can hear my heartbeat. I wonder what would happen if I took one more step closer. And then he smiles—just barely, just enough to make my stomach tighten with anticipation. He doesn’t step back, nor do I. The space between us feels potent, a fragile tension that neither of us dares to break just yet. I can feel the warmth of his body, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the aged pages around us, and I know that whatever is about to happen has been building for weeks. His hand lingers where it last touched mine, just barely brushing my knuckles. I shift my weight slightly, feeling the anticipation coil tighter inside me. "You always seem to know exactly where to find things," I say, my voice softer than before. His lips curve slightly. "Some things just take careful attention." The double meaning isn’t lost on me, and it sends an ache between my thighs. I watch as he turns the book over in his hands, but his focus never really leaves me. "And what about you?" he asks after a moment. "Are you looking for something in particular?" I hesitate, letting the moment linger between us, charged with possibility. Then, very deliberately, I tilt my chin up and meet his gaze. "Maybe," I murmur. "I just haven’t decided if I’ve found it yet." His expression darkens, but not with displeasure. Rather, it’s something deeper, something hungry. He steps forward, just enough to close the remaining inches between us. My breath catches as his fingers lift, brushing ever so lightly along the side of my arm, tracing a path that sends a shiver through me. "Then perhaps," he says, his voice barely above a whisper, "we should keep looking." His words are an invitation, a promise wrapped in restraint. But neither of us are here to resist. I feel the heat between us thickening, something heavy and inevitable pressing against my skin. His fingers run up my arm, slow, mapping a path of barely-there contact. My breath hitches, but I don’t move away. His touch lingers at my shoulder, then trails down, just grazing the edge of my neckline. A test, a provocation. I tilt my chin up, daring him silently. The tension stretches, crackling between us, and then his other hand settles at my waist. Firm. Commanding. He draws me closer, and my body responds before my mind can catch up. The moment shatters as he tilts his head down, his lips barely brushing mine—hesitant, almost teasing. The anticipation is maddening. He waits, lingers, his breath warm against my lips, and then, just when I think I might break apart from the want of it, he claims my mouth. It’s slow at first, achingly so. His lips move against mine with measured control, his hands keeping me close but not caging me in. And then the restraint falters. His fingers tighten at my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I gasp into the kiss as his other hand knots into my hair, angling me to deepen it. The kiss turns hungrier, more insistent. My hands find purchase at his chest, feeling the solid warmth of him beneath the fabric. He tastes like warmth and want, and I sink into it, let him guide me backward until my spine meets the bookshelf. A thrill rushes through me at the sensation of being trapped, held between him and the shelves, caught in something neither of us want to stop. His lips leave mine, trailing heat down my jawline, the column of my throat. My breath stutters as his fingers slip lower, skimming the edge of my blouse, fingertips teasing along the fabric before slipping beneath. The warmth of his touch against my skin sends a shudder through me, a delicious ache rushing lower and lower. His mouth follows the path of his hands, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone, tracing the sensitive skin with slow, deliberate intent. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he murmurs against my skin, voice husky, full of restraint that is barely holding. I shake my head, my breath coming in shallow gasps. "Don't stop." A low sound escapes him, something close to satisfaction, and then his hands are on the buttons of my blouse, undoing them one by one, as if savoring every moment, every inch of skin revealed beneath his touch. His fingers trail along my thigh, pushing the fabric of my skirt higher, higher, until his knuckles graze against the heat between my legs. I part for him instinctively, my breath coming in shallow pants as he drags his fingertips over the thin barrier of fabric separating us. The tension coils tighter, my pulse hammering against my ribs as he strokes once, twice, a slow, devastating tease that makes my knees weak. He chuckles low against my skin, the sound rich and knowing. "So eager," he murmurs, and the words send a delicious shiver through me. "Tell me what you want." The words barely form on my lips before his fingers press more firmly, a deliberate pressure that sends a bolt of pleasure rippling through me. My hands clutch at his shoulders, desperate, pulling him closer as he deepens his touch, pushing past hesitation and into the inevitable. His fingers push past the final barrier of fabric, finding me, exploring me with slow strokes that steal the breath from my lungs. A moan escapes me, low and needy, and I feel his lips curve against my throat in approval. His free hand grips my hip, steadying me as my legs threaten to give way beneath the intensity of his touch. The library is silent except for the sounds we make—the hitch of my breath, the quiet hum of satisfaction he gives when he feels me respond to him. I arch into his hand, craving more, my body desperate for the relief only he can give. He obliges, pressing deeper, his movements both tender and possessive, unraveling me with each measured touch. "That’s it," he murmurs, his voice rough against my ear. "Let me hear you." Heat blooms through me, my head tipping back against the bookshelf as pleasure coils tight in my core. His fingers work me expertly, pushing, teasing, drawing me closer and closer to the edge until I am trembling in his grasp. When I finally shatter, it’s with his name on my lips, my body tightening and releasing in waves that leave me clinging to him. He holds me through it, his mouth pressing slow kisses to my jaw, my neck, grounding me in the aftermath. And yet, I can already feel the hunger lingering between us, unsated. His hands still rest on my skin, his breath heavy against my ear, and when I shift slightly, the press of him against me makes my stomach tighten all over again. His fingers trail up my thigh once more, teasing, testing, as if gauging just how much more I can take. A shudder wracks through me as his fingers moving with purpose, coaxing another gasp from my lips. "You're not finished yet, are you?" he whispers, and the huskiness in his voice sends another pulse of desire straight through me. I shake my head, unable to find words, my body already responding to his touch. He chuckles, a deep, knowing sound that vibrates through my chest as he slides his hand beneath me, lifting me effortlessly onto the lower shelf. The cold wood presses against my back as he steps between my legs, and the look in his eyes tells me he intends to keep me there until I’m completely undone. "Then let's keep going, I think we have unfinished business.." His lips crash against mine again, more insistent this time, his hands wandering with a new urgency. He grips my thighs, pulling me closer to the edge of the shelf, his fingers pressing into me as his mouth moves from my lips to the sensitive skin of my neck. The sensation sends a shudder through me, a desperate moan slipping from my lips as his hands slide under my skirt, pushing it up further until there is nothing left between us but raw, unfiltered desire. I am silently pleading for more. He doesn't make me wait. His touch grows firmer, more insistent, and when he slides inside me it's with the kind of urgency that steals the air from my lungs. The quiet sanctuary of the library is shattered by the sounds of our desire, gasps and moans mingling with the rustling of fabric, the thud of wood against skin. The forbidden thrill of it all, the risk of being caught, only amplifies the pleasure crashing over me in waves, unrelenting and consuming. He moves with the kind of experience that makes me lose myself completely, coaxing me to the brink. "I want to feel you come again," he demands, his voice thick with hunger. And I do, shattering against him, pleasure washing over me in waves so intense I can barely breathe. He follows soon after, his grip on me fierce as he buries himself deep, spilling into me with a growl of satisfaction. For a long moment, neither of us move, our breaths mingling, our bodies still entwined. Then, finally, he pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, his thumb brushing over my lips. "I told you," he murmurs, a smirk curving his lips. "We weren't finished." I let out a breathless laugh, my fingers trailing over his jaw. "And now?" He tilts his head, considering, then leans in once more, his lips ghosting over mine as he whispers, "Now, we decide if this was only the beginning." A breathless pause lingers between us, the heat of the moment settling into something slower. I let out a quiet sigh, still caught in the haze of sensation, my body thrumming with the echoes of what just transpired. I meet his gaze, searching for something—confirmation, reassurance maybe. Instead, he smiles, the kind that hints at mischief and something deeper. A soft laugh escapes me as I press my forehead to his, our breaths mingling in the dim glow of the library. "Maybe," I murmur, "but either way, we’ll have to be quiet next time." His chuckle is low and knowing, a quiet acknowledgment that this isn’t the end.

3 February 2025

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The bass pulsed through the floor like a heartbeat, neon lights slicing through the haze of the crowded club. Lena, nursing a gin tonic at the bar, scanned the room. It had been a grueling week at the ad agency, and she’d craved this—the anonymity of shadows, the thrill of bodies in motion. That’s when she spotted them. They were a jarring contrast: a woman in a sequined emerald dress, her laughter ringing above the din, and a man beside her in a charcoal suit, his calm demeanor a counterpoint to her electric energy. Her hair, a cascade of violet curls, caught the light like shattered amethyst. His hand rested lightly on her waist, a silent anchor amidst the chaos. Lena wasn’t sure who bumped into whom first—only that suddenly she was spilling her drink, and the woman was grabbing her wrist, steadying her. “Oops! Battle scar from the dance floor?” she grinned, her voice a melodic tease. Up close, her eyes were lined with gold, flickering like fireflies. “Join us!” she insisted, already pulling Lena into their orbit. The man nodded, a half-smile playing on his lips. “I’m Mira,” the woman said, “and this is Eli.” They danced, a trio of strangers syncing to the rhythm. Mira moved like a storm—unpredictable, alluring—while Eli’s steps were measured, deliberate. Between songs, they migrated to a booth, Mira ordering a round of smoky mezcal. “We’re celebrating,” she declared. “Eli just sold his art gallery. Now we’re trekking to Patagonia next month!” “*You* sold it,” Eli corrected, his voice a rumble. “I just nodded while you charmed the buyers.” Their banter was a tennis match of affection. Lena learned fragments: Mira’s stint as a circus performer, Eli’s obsession with restoring vintage motorcycles. Opposites, yet their edges fit seamlessly. “Why Patagonia?” Lena asked. Mira leaned in. “To get lost before life ties us down.” Eli added quietly, “And to find what we didn’t know we’re looking for.” Hours melted away. When Lena finally glanced at her phone—3 a.m.—she rose to leave. Mira hugged her, whispering, “Stay reckless,” while Eli handed her a napkin scribbled with an email. “If you ever need a guide to chaos,” he winked. Outside, the city hummed with predawn stillness. Lena crumpled the napkin, smiling. Some encounters weren’t meant to last—only to ignite embers of possibility. She walked home, the stars blurring above, her mind echoing with laughter and the promise of uncharted roads.

2 February 2025

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