I was just about to finish work and still in my uniform, when I thought I would jump on AMM and see what’s out there, no intention for a meet up. After a few minutes doing the usual searches, my notifications showed one. I opened it to see someone had checked me out. So I did the same. Great profile and just my type. 3 minutes later a message. We started a chat and he was pro. Asked all the right questions and knew exactly what he wanted. And that was me. He had a place and was very close. So I headed over. Still in uniform I knocked on his door and he opened with his robe on. Asked me to come in. As I walked in he dropped his robe off and was just in his undies. I liked what I saw. He asked me to get on my knees and I did what I was told. He rubbed his crotch all over my head and face and I could feel him getting hard. He turned his back to me and pulled his undies off. He had a great ass. He bent forward and spread his ass cheeks. It was beautiful. Manicured. I had never seen another guys ass hole like that. He pushed his ass into my face and I started eating it. After about a minute, he got on all fours and I kept in going. I was so hard. He pulled away and turned around. I saw his cock for the first time. He nudged forward and bought my head down. I started sucking him. He was cut about 8in. Beautiful cock. As I was sucking him he would grab his legs and pull himself up and make me lick his ass again. I loved this. After about a 3 minutes he opened the draw and pulled out the lube and condoms. He lubed me up put the condom on and made me lie on my back. He grabbed my legs and pushed them back and slowly very slowly slid his knob in. He knew this was my first. As he pushed in deeper it started to hurt. But a good hurt. After about 4 minutes of pumping me he slowly pulled out. Took the Condom off and made me suck his cock. He was on top. Fucking my face. He came all over my chest. After about a minute he starts to clean me up. Took me into the shower and showered me. Blew me off in the shower and sent me on my way. Thank you.

19 June 2025

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My man I knew was waiting for me at home. All I could think about was T, his ex that he introduced me to! I thought she was so sexy, and I just wanted to be smother in her tits and enjoying each. While we were in a 69, my man walked in he didn't stop us he just sat and watched in awe! T and I started moaning and groaning, and we bought each other to extreme orgasm! T see my man, she got up walked over and dropped to he knees and deep throated him, till he cummed all over her face and tits! I couldn't help myself I helped clean her up! We all went for a shower, T and I started fingering and sucking. When my man came in. I sat on the built in chair, and I got T to straddle me! I started devouring her whole body, I ended up with her kneeling over my face so I could enjoy sucking licking and biting! My man said wat can I do? While T was starting to really enjoy me eating her, well I spread her cheeks apart and started playing with her ass! T started begging my man to stick his cock in her ass and pump as hard as he can, and blow his load! While that was happening I shoved my pussy in her face, and I ate her while my man fucked her so hard in the ass, she screamed like she had never screamed before!

17 June 2025

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So I met a couple profile on a different app. The husband messaged me we got talking and sent photos back and forth. They were keen to play as far as I was aware. He sent me the address and I went there that evening. When I got there I knocked on the door and there was no answer, but the door opened slightly. I open the door worried at the same time (thinking it was a setup) but then I saw candles all lit through the hallway and up the stairs… I go inside and say hey.. no one responds but I hear noise coming from upstairs. I go up and see the wife is blindfolded and tied with headphones in. I didn’t know where to find it hot or scary as it was my first experience with something like that. The husband came over introduced himself and gave me an idea on what is happening. He then went back over to his wife and continued to fuck her whilst she couldn’t hear or see anything. I took my clothes off and got myself hard, the husband then slowly pulls away from the wife and I go over and start fucking her. She was screaming but she did notice the size difference in cocks. I continued with my deep strokes inside her fucking her hard while holding her tight. I continued fucking her hard as the husband took her blindfold and headphones off, she loved every inch of my thick cock inside her. We ended up fucking for hours and had another guy join in (tried joining) as well. She was soaking the sheets with her cum😍. I fucked and fucked her all night for about 6 hours

16 June 2025

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This a true story which happened roughly about 15 years ago. I've always fantasized about watching my girlfriend Kim, (not her real name) have sex with other men. The more intimate and passionate the bigger the turn on for me. We had a couples profile on AMM and had 3 or 4 threesome with guys wed met over a few years. At first she was shy and really nervous but after her first encounter she really enjoyed it and loved the excitement and thrill of having sex with another man while I watched and joined in. As for me I absolutely loved watching other men fuck her and the sex between us was amazing afterwards. I suggested one day that she find a lover, a guy she could see on a regular basis together with me and alone if she felt comfortable. I’m not a jealous guy, in fact I’m quite the opposite. I love watching my girl fucking other men. We chatted with a guy named Andrew, (not his real name) we had met on AMM. He was divorced and had his own apartment in South Bank where he lived alone. It turned out to be the perfect set up for us because we had 3 kids and couldn’t host but Kim worked in finance in SouthBank. After chatting for about a week Kim decided to meet Andrew for coffee one day during her lunch break. They met and chatted and got on well together. She and Andrew decided to meet again a week later on a Friday but this time in his apartment on her lunch break again. Friday came and Kim wore a skirt just above the knee with no knickers on and a tight top that hugged her nice ample boobs. I kissed her goodbye that morning and gave her my blessing knowing she was going to fuck Andrew that day. I work afternoons and received a txt message from her while I was at work telling me about her time with Andrew. She had knocked on his door and as soon as he had let her in he kissed her and pushed her up against the wall and was pleasantly surprised when he stuck his hand up her skirt to discover that she wasn’t wearing any knickers. He fingered her pussy while she pulled at his pants and fondled his dick all the while kissing passionately. With her pussy really wet now he stripped off her clothes and bent her over the couch and fucked her bare back doggy style. Andrew had had a vasectomy so could still make semen and ejaculate but the semen doesn’t contain sperm. After fucking her doggy style for about 10 minutes he stood her up in front of his apartment window with her back turned to him while he slow fucked her from behind. This was both exhilarating and exciting for Kim at the same time because the office she worked in was directly opposite Andrews apartment on a similar level floor and the thought of someone from work or anyone that she might know seeing her naked and being fucked while up against the window was a real risk. She asked him to take her to the bedroom where it was more private and she laid on her back while he went down and licked and sucked her pussy while she sucked on his rock hard cock. When she was so wet and couldn’t take it anymore she begged him to fuck her. He slid his bare cock into her now dripping wet pussy and she wrapped her legs around him while he fucked her alternating between hard and slow until he came inside her all the while they were in a passionate embrace kissing and squeezing each other tight. I was rock hard and ready to blow my load and couldn’t wait to finish work and go home to Kim and make love to her. What really blew my mind though was when she told me that when she went back to work she had to visit the ladies room several times because she wasn’t wearing any knickers and dint take any with her and Andrews cum was dripping out of her pussy and she could feel it running down the inside of her leg. Kim said she was really nervous and worried that people were looking at her and knew what she had been up to, but of course it was just her being over anxious. When I got home she was awake in bed naked waiting for me. She hadn’t showered yet and still had Andrews cum inside her. I was so hard and we both fucked and made love for hours and didn’t get any sleep that night, me telling her how much I loved her while she retold me every little detail of her fun with Andrew. The sex was amazing and we just couldn’t get enough of each other. She continued to see Andrew alone and with me sometimes for about 4 months after that and her having a lover was one of the most amazing experiences we have both had. It brought us so close together at that time it was out of this world.

16 June 2025

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It was a Sunday afternoon when Laura rang and said she was at her friend Jane's place, and asked me to come and join them. I had met Jane once before when Laura had invited me to go to Bendigo for New Years Eve, staying at Jane's brother's house. The three of us were in one room, Jane in a single bed and Laura and I on a double mattress on the floor next to her. As soon as we could get our clothes off, I was on top of Laura, fucking her as Jane lay on the edge of the bed watching my cock slide in and out of Laura's very wet cunt. My next move was to bring Jane down on the mattress so that she was next to Laura as I continued to fuck her. This was early days for me and I tried to push things too far without making sure everyone wanted to end up on the page I was looking for. I took my wet cock out of Laura and began to slide it into Jane and suddenly it was all over. Lights out, goodnight. With that memory in mind I went to Jane's place and found Laura was walking around wearing only a g-string and an over-size white t-shirt. We had a drink and chatted until the doorbell rang and Jane let an older Italian guy in. They disappeared somewhere into the house and did not reappear for some time. I asked Laura who the guy was and she told me he was the father of some guy that Jane was fucking. Jane was obviously fond of the family. In the meantime, I re-engineered Laura's oversize t-shirt by tying a knot on one side above her hip, revealing her g-string which I then removed. I removed my clothes and now Laura and I were on the couch, her legs over my shoulders as I fucked her wet cunt. During this Jane came back into the room alone and stood watching us fuck. Laura pulled away and walked over to Jane to talk. I stayed on the couch stroking my cock, watching Laura in deep conversation with her partly-fucked cunt on display. Laura came back to the couch, resumed her position as I slid my rock-hard cock back into her hot cunt. Jane knelt on the floor a metre away and watched intently as my cock went back and forth into Laura's wet cunt. The whole scene was so exciting my cock felt as though the skin was becoming impossibly tighter. At some point, Jane said she would start cooking as she walked off to the kitchen. I was not ready to give up thrill of being watched so I picked Laura up, my cock still inside her and moved to a couch that was visible from the kitchen. We continued with Laura on top of my cock while Jane cooked and looked. Later that night, Laura said she was going to sleep at Jane's and invited me to stay. As we fucked later we talked about the excitement we both got out of being watched.

14 June 2025

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

14 June 2025

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The water was already running hot when I pulled you in, not just the temperature, but the heat in your eyes, in your grip, in the way your body pinned mine to the cold tile like you’d been waiting all fucking day to get me under you. You didn’t waste time. My hand gripped your hair, tugging just enough to bare your throat to my mouth, my tongue tracing the droplets that slid down your skin, licking, biting, growling low like the animal I knew you were. “Did you think we were done?” I rasped against you neck. “Shower’s not to clean you up, sweetheart… it’s to make a mess I can rinse off.” Then my fingers were between your legs — again. I didn’t ease in. I slid two inside you with the kind of confidence that only comes from knowing exactly how to wreck a woman. My thumb circled your clit with dirty purpose, and my free hand… fuck… it was braced against the wall, caging you in. You were already moaning — breathless, whimpering, water pounding on your back — but I wasn’t satisfied until you were grinding against my palm like a woman possessed. I watched your face. You loved it. And when I felt you start to clench, hips bucking, thighs shaking — I pulled away. Just. Like. That. “Not yet,” I growled, grabbing your hips and spinning you to face the wall. “You don’t get to cum until you scream.” And then I entered you — hot, hard, so fucking ready — I slid between your legs, pressing against your slickness, teasing, coating my length in you, then slamming in with a deep, savage thrust that knocked the breath from your lungs. You screamed my name, loud enough to echo off the tiles. My hands gripped your hips, pulling you back into every brutal stroke. I didn’t just fuck you— I took. Your hair twisted in my fist, the other smacking your ass as water poured down both of us, soaking the sounds of skin on skin, gasps, groans, filthy praise growled into your ear. “Such a filthy girl… dripping for me…” “You love being used, don’t you?” “I could fuck you like this for hours.” You begged. You begged, again and again… And when I wrapped my arm around your waist, fingers working your clit again as I pounded into you, there was no stopping it — you came hard, convulsing around me, moaning like a woman unhinged. I followed with a roar — hot, deep, feral — collapsing against your back, both of us shuddering, breathless, utterly wrecked under the pounding spray. We stayed like that for a moment — chests heaving, legs trembling, water washing away the evidence but not the feeling. Then your mouth found my ear. “Next round’s in the bedroom,” you whispered. “Now it’s my turn...”

13 June 2025

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It was the end of a long day, and I'd been on my feet for most of it. When I got home, you can imagine how annoyed I was to see several cars parked outside the house. I thought maybe my husband had some of the guys from the golf club over, and I was in no mood to entertain. He'd have to be happy with me making a quick appearance, then heading for a bath and then bed. When I walked in the door, my husband greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and led me to the lounge, where four men were waiting. I looked at them and joked, "What is this, an intervention? The men chuckled and exchanged glances. My husband leaned in and told me, "Your birthday is coming up soon, and I wanted to do something special. Remember that fantasy you told me about when we first started dating?" He then signalled to the four waiting men. I looked at him wide-eyed, and then the realisation hit me, and a smile crept across my face. "Well, I did want to get off my feet," I said to my husband. My husband patted me on my arse and told me, "Then you better go get ready. We'll be in soon." Five minutes later, I was sitting naked on the edge of the bed when my husband and the four men came in. They were also naked and, judging by their hard cocks, looking forward to this just as much as I was. They gathered around me, and I took that as my cue to get down on my knees and start sucking and stroking their gorgeous cocks. I made sure to pay special attention to my husband as a thank you for making my fantasy come true. When I was confident they were good and ready, I crawled up onto the bed, got comfortable and asked, "Who's first?" The first man, a stocky, hairy little man, joined me on the bed. He wasted no time, throwing my legs over his shoulders and pounding me hard. He knew what he wanted and was not shy about getting it. His take-charge style took me by surprise, as I'm the one who usually calls the shots in the bedroom, but I have to admit I liked it. I looked over at my husband, who was stroking his rock-hard cock as he watched his wife get piledriven by a stranger. Seeing him getting off while watching me fuck another man was a huge turn-on. The first session ended with my rugged new friend shooting a hot load all over my face. The second man was the complete opposite of the first, slight and hairless. My husband knew what I liked and set out to find me the perfect partners to fulfil my fantasy. The second session wasn't quite as intense as the first. I suspect this one was more used to taking cock than giving it. I took the time to admire his boyishly handsome face, then drew him in and kissed him passionately. His kissing more than made up for his inexperience in topping and made for a more intimate encounter which ended with him drowning my tits with jizz. The third man was very similar in appearance to my husband, fit and handsome. We'll have to have this one back for a threesome, as I've often fantasised about being fucked by two of my husband. As I stared into his big brown eyes, it was as if I was staring into my husband's eyes. I even called him by my husband's name, which I'm sure was a big ego boost for him. Just wait until I tell him his clone does fuck quite as good as him. There will be no living with him. The third session came to an end with my husband's doppelganger cumming on my belly. The fourth guy was a bald, chubby guy. Ladies, trust me when I say "more cushion for the pushin' goes both ways, and I love the feeling of a bald head. I ran my hands all over his head while he fucked me, slow and deliberately, and I felt the extra weight behind every thrust. I looked over at my husband again. He looked like a wild animal in a cage, pent up and longing to run wild. I locked eyes with him as my bald battering ram continued to fuck me hard and slow, finishing by coating my tiny cock with wet, sticky cum. And finally, my husband. I was no longer his little woman. I was the filthy whore who he watched get fucked by four men and covered in their cum. We proceeded to have the best sex we've had since we first started dating. He didn't hold back out of fear of hurting me, and I took it all and silently dared him to go further with just the look in my eyes. I knew that tomorrow it was going to hurt, but right now, all I cared about was the pleasure. Just when I thought I'd reached my limit, it mercifully ended with him finishing inside me. A wave of fatigue hit me, and I don't remember much after that. Just my husband wiping me down with moist towelettes and putting me under the covers. I slept well into the next afternoon and awoke sore but satisfied. And so that's how the train club came to be. With a rotating group of members, we meet a couple of times a year (to give me a chance to recover) for some messy fun. Me and my husband's sex life has improved dramatically since starting the club by reigniting our passion after 10 years of marriage.

13 June 2025

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The evening began with a sense of anticipation, a subtle electric current running between them as they sat across from each other at the dimly lit restaurant. The soft glow of candlelight cast a warm ambiance, enhancing the intimacy of the moment. They had chosen a cozy corner table, secluded from the bustling crowd, allowing their conversation to flow freely without interruption. The clinking of glasses and the murmur of other patrons created a soothing backdrop to their growing connection. She wore a sleek black dress that hugged her curves, accentuating her figure with an understated elegance. Her hair cascaded in loose waves, framing her face, and her lips curved into a playful smile as she listened to his stories. He, dressed in a tailored suit, exuded a quiet confidence, his eyes never straying far from her. The meal was exquisite, each dish carefully selected to tantalize their taste buds, but it was the company that truly made the evening unforgettable. As they finished their dessert, a rich chocolate torte paired with a glass of vintage port, he leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Shall we continue this somewhere more private?" She nodded, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, and they settled the bill before stepping out into the cool night air. The city lights twinkled above them as they walked hand in hand toward the nearby hotel, the silence between them comfortable and charged. The hotel room was a sanctuary of luxury, with soft lighting and plush furnishings. The air was thick with unspoken desire as they entered, the door clicking shut behind them. Without a word, she turned to face him, her fingers tracing the lapels of his jacket. Slowly, deliberately, she began to unbutton his shirt, her touch light and teasing. Each button revealed a little more of his chest, his skin warm under her fingertips. He stood still, letting her take control, his breath quickening as her hands moved lower, sliding the fabric off his shoulders. Her dress followed next, slipping down her arms to pool at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her lingerie. The lace clung to her body, hinting at the curves beneath, and he felt his pulse quicken. She stepped closer, her hands moving to his belt, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "Your turn." Her breath was warm against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. He obliged, his fingers trembling slightly as he undid his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He kicked them aside, standing before her in nothing but his boxers, the tension between them palpable. She reached out, her fingers hooking into the waistband, and slowly pulled them down, her eyes never leaving his. He stepped out of them, fully exposed, his desire evident. She smirked, her confidence growing, and took a step back, her hands moving to her own bra, unclasping it with a swift motion. The lace fell away, revealing her breasts, full and inviting. His gaze lingered, his throat dry as he took in the sight of her. She hooked her thumbs into her panties, sliding them down her legs, her movements deliberate and seductive. She let them drop, standing before him in all her naked glory, her body a work of art. He couldn't resist any longer. He closed the distance between them, his hands cupping her face as he pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. His lips moved against hers with urgency, his tongue seeking entry, tasting her sweetness. She moaned softly, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, her body pressing against his. He gripped her hair, his fingers tightening as he tilted her head back, exposing the delicate skin of her neck. He kissed his way down, his lips trailing along her jawline, his breath hot against her skin. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with desire, before sucking gently on the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. She shivered, her hands clutching at his arms, her body arching toward him. His hands moved lower, sliding down her back to cup her ass, lifting her slightly as he pressed her against him. She could feel his hardness against her thigh, and she moaned, her head falling back as he continued to kiss and nibble at her neck. His fingers drifted lower, slipping between her legs, his touch teasing and exploratory. He found her already wet, her body responding eagerly to his touch. "You're so ready for me," he growled, his voice thick with desire, as he slid a finger inside her, testing her tightness. She gasped, her hips bucking slightly, her body craving more. He smirked, his finger moving in slow, deliberate strokes, his thumb brushing against her clit, building the tension. "Not yet," he whispered, his lips brushing her ear, as he pulled his finger free, teasing her. He guided her toward the bed, his hands never leaving her body, his touch possessive. She lay down, her eyes never leaving his, her body on display, inviting him to take what he wanted. He knelt between her legs, his gaze intense as he looked at her, his hands resting on her thighs. "You're mine tonight," he said, his voice firm, before lowering his head, his lips brushing against her inner thigh. She shivered in anticipation, her breath coming in short gasps as he kissed his way closer to her core. His tongue was warm and wet as it flicked against her, tasting her, teasing her. He lapped at her gently, his tongue tracing patterns, his hands holding her hips steady. She moaned, her hands tangling in the sheets, her body arching off the bed as his mouth worked its magic. He sucked gently on her clit, his tongue swirling, his fingers slipping inside her, stroking her deeply. She cried out, her body tensing as pleasure built, her legs trembling. "Oh God, yes," she panted, her voice pleading, as he continued to eat her out, his mouth relentless. Her hips rocked against his face, her body seeking release, her breath coming in sharp gasps. The tension coiled tighter, her body on the brink, until she couldn't hold back any longer. She screamed his name as she came, her body shaking, her juices flooding his mouth. He drank her in, his tongue lapping at her, milking her orgasm, his fingers still moving inside her. She collapsed back onto the bed, her body spent, her breath ragged, as he kissed his way back up her body, a satisfied smirk on his face. She reached for him, her hands grasping his shoulders, pulling him up to her. "Your turn," she whispered, her voice hoarse, as she pushed him onto his back. She straddled him, her hands moving to his chest, her lips brushing his as she kissed him deeply. Her tongue tangled with his, tasting herself on him, her body still buzzing from her orgasm. She broke the kiss, her hands moving lower, grasping his throbbing cock, her touch firm. She stroked him slowly, her thumb brushing the tip, her eyes locked on his. He groaned, his hands gripping the sheets, his body tense with need. She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "Beg me," she whispered, her voice a challenge. He hesitated, his pride warring with his desire, but the need was too great. "Please," he growled, his voice rough, "I need you to suck me off." She smirked, her lips curving in a triumphant smile, before lowering her head, her mouth enveloping him. Her lips were warm and wet, her tongue swirling as she took him deep, her hands cupping his balls. He moaned, his head falling back, his hands tangling in her hair as she bobbed her head, her mouth moving up and down his length. She sucked him eagerly, her lips tight, her tongue teasing, her hands massaging his balls. He was close, his body tense, his breath coming in sharp gasps, as she continued to work her magic. "I'm close," he warned, his voice strained, but she didn't stop, her mouth relentless. He cried out, his body arching off the bed as he came, his cum shooting into her mouth. She swallowed, her lips never leaving him, her hands milking him dry, her mouth gentle even as he trembled with release. She kissed her way up his body, her lips brushing his, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Your turn to fuck me," she whispered, her voice playful, as she pushed him onto his back. She positioned herself above him, her hands on his chest, her body hovering over his. He reached for her, his hands grasping her hips, guiding her as she lowered herself onto him. She gasped as he filled her, his cock thick and hard, stretching her. She moved slowly, her body adjusting to his size, her hands braced on his chest. He groaned, his hands moving to her ass, his fingers digging in as he thrust upward, meeting her movements. She rode him, her body moving in a steady rhythm, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. He flipped her onto her hands and knees, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled out, only to thrust back in, his movements deliberate and deep. "That's it," she moaned, her voice pleading, as he fucked her from behind, his cock filling her completely. He pounded into her, his body driving into hers, his breath coming in sharp gasps. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the bed creaking, their bodies slapping together, their moans echoing off the walls. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts, driving her closer to the edge. She cried out, her body tensing, her walls clenching around him as she came again, her juices flowing. He followed, his body stiffening as he came, his cum filling her, his thrusts slowing as he emptied himself into her. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent, their breaths ragged, their hearts pounding. He pulled her into his arms, his lips brushing her hair, his hands stroking her back. "That was incredible," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. She smiled, her eyes drifting closed, her body relaxed in his arms. "We're not done yet," she whispered, her voice playful, before her eyes fluttered shut, her body succumbing to sleep, his arms a safe haven. He chuckled, his lips brushing her forehead, his heart full as he held her close, the night's passions lingering as they drifted off together.

13 June 2025

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The door clicked shut behind me, and before I could even take a breath, her lips were on mine. Hard, hungry, and urgent. Her hands clawed at my shoulders, pulling me deeper into the kiss, and I could feel the heat radiating off her body, even through her thin silk robe. I lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as she let out a muffled moan against my mouth. “Where’s the bedroom?” I growled, my voice low and thick with desire. She pointed down the hall, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. I carried her, her weight barely registering as my heart pounded in my chest. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn, and the bed was unmade, the sheets tangled and inviting. I laid her down gently, her eyes locked on mine, dark and full of unspoken promises. I didn’t waste time. My fingers found the tie of her robe, and with a single tug, it fell open, exposing her bare skin. She was just as I remembered—soft, warm, and utterly irresistible. My hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the dip of her waist, and the swell of her breasts. She arched into my touch, her breathing hitching as my lips followed the same path, kissing and nipping at her skin. When I reached her stomach, I paused, my palm pressing firmly against her as she writhed beneath me. “Stay still,” I commanded, my voice rough with need. She nodded, her hands gripping the sheets as I moved lower, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She let out a sharp cry when my tongue finally found her, her back arching off the bed as I tasted her. She was sweet, addicting, and I couldn’t get enough. I teased her, alternating between slow, deliberate strokes and quick, flickering motions that had her trembling. Her cries grew louder, more desperate, and I could feel her body tensing, ready to shatter. “I’m—oh god, I’m going to—” Her voice broke, and I didn’t let up, driving her over the edge with relentless precision. She came with a scream, her body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over her. I didn’t stop, not even when she begged me to, not until she had come again, her legs trembling uncontrollably. Finally, I pulled back, my own breath coming in ragged gasps. She was a mess, her hair tangled, her skin flushed, and her chest heaving. But she wasn’t done yet. She pushed herself up on shaky arms, her eyes locking on mine as she reached for the waistband of my pants. “Your turn,” she whispered, her voice husky and filled with promise. I let her undress me, her hands trembling as she pushed my pants down and took me in her hand. I was already hard, aching for her, and when her lips wrapped around me, I nearly lost it. She was tentative at first, her tongue exploring every inch of me, but as she grew more confident, her movements became more frantic, more desperate. I couldn’t take it. I grabbed her by the arms, pulling her up and onto me in one fluid motion. She let out a startled gasp, her hands clutching at my shoulders as I thrust into her, hard and deep. She cried out, her nails digging into my skin as I moved, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. Her head fell back, her dark hair cascading down her back as she moaned, her body trembling with each movement. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please, don’t stop.” I didn’t. I couldn’t. I was lost in her, in the way she felt around me, in the way she moaned my name. I wanted to see her face when she came, wanted to watch her fall apart beneath me. I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Look at me,” I demanded, my voice rough and commanding. “I want to see you.” Her eyes met mine, dark and filled with desire, and I watched as she came undone, her body convulsing around me as she screamed my name. It was too much. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrust into her one last time, my own release crashing over me with such intensity that I nearly blacked out. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Even as we both gasped for breath, my body refused to let go of her. I lifted her again, pressing her against the wall as I continued to move, each thrust driving her closer to yet another climax. She cried out, her body trembling uncontrollably as she came again, her nails raking down my back in desperation. Finally, we collapsed onto the bed, our bodies tangled and exhausted. She curled up against me, her head resting on my chest as we both struggled to catch our breath. The room was silent except for the sound of our breathing, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. We slept for what felt like hours, our bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and sheets. But all too soon, the real world intruded. Her alarm went off, a shrill, insistent sound that had us both groaning in protest. She reached over to turn it off, her body heavy with exhaustion. “I have to pick up the kids,” she whispered, her voice soft and filled with regret. I kissed her, slow and lingering, before pulling back and looking into her eyes. “Saturday,” I said, my voice firm. “Redwood Forest. Early morning.” She smiled, her eyes lighting up with excitement even as a hint of guilt flickered in their depths. “I’ll be ready.” I kissed her one last time before getting dressed and slipping out the door. As I walked back to my car, my mind was already racing ahead to Saturday, to the promise of more stolen moments, more forbidden pleasures. But for now, I had to wait. The countdown had begun.

12 June 2025

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The cool night air brushed against her skin, a shiver running down her spine as she stood at the edge of the park, the moonlight casting long shadows across the deserted playground. This was it. She had been waiting for this moment for weeks, fantasizing about it, obsessing over it. The thrill of what was about to happen made her heart race, her breath quicken. She knew she shouldn’t be here, knew it was reckless, but the pull was too strong to resist. The need to surrender, to be taken, to be owned, was all-consuming. Piercing eyes. His eyes. They haunted her thoughts, piercing and cold, yet filled with a promise of something darker, something she craved more than anything. She had never met a man like him, never encountered someone who could read her so effortlessly, who knew exactly what she wanted before she even spoke. He knew her. Knew her in a way no one else ever could. And the way he looked at her—like she was his to command, his to devour—it made her weak in the best way possible. A twig snapped behind her, and her breath hitched. She didn’t turn around, didn’t need to. She could feel his presence, the weight of his gaze on her back, pressing into her like a physical force. He was here. “You came,” his voice rumbled low, a hint of amusement in his tone. “I wasn’t sure you’d have the courage.” She swallowed hard, her throat dry. “I told you I would,” she whispered, her voice trembling despite herself. He stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating against her skin as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Did you tell anyone where you were going?” he asked, his voice dark and dangerous. “Or are you all mine tonight?” She shook her head, her pulse thundering in her ears. “No one knows,” she breathed. “I’m yours.” A low chuckle escaped him, sending a shiver down her spine. “Good girl,” he murmured, his hand tangling in her hair and pulling her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. Those eyes locked onto hers, intense and unyielding. “You understand what that means, don’t you?” She nodded, her body responding to him instinctively, her legs trembling as warmth pooled between her thighs. “Yes,” she whispered. “Say it,” he commanded, his grip tightening slightly. “I’m yours,” she repeated, her voice firmer this time, a flicker of defiance sparking in her eyes. “Do whatever you want with me.” The corner of his mouth curved into a smirk, and he released her hair, trailing his fingers down her neck, over her collarbone, and to the hem of her dress. “You’re insatiable,” he said, his tone teasing but laced with something darker. “Always begging for more. I’ve never met a slut like you.” Her breath came in shallow gasps as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her dress, grazing the sensitive skin of her thigh. “I can’t help it,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “You… you make me feel things I’ve never felt before.” “I know,” he said, his hand moving higher, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. “You love it, don’t you? Love being used, being dominated.” She let out a whimper, her body arching into his touch as he teased her through the thin barrier. “Yes,” she gasped. “I need it. I need you.” His smirk widened, and he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties, pulling them down in one swift motion. The cool air hit her exposed skin, making her gasp, but before she could even think to protest, his hand was between her thighs, his fingers sliding through her wetness with ease. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire. “You’re soaked already.” She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand as he teased her entrance, circling her clit with just enough pressure to make her legs shake. “Please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I need you inside me.” He withdrew his hand abruptly, leaving her whimpering in frustration. “Not yet,” he said, his tone firm. “You’ll take what I give you, when I give it to you.” She nodded, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as her need for him burned hotter. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, her voice broken. He turned her around, pressing her chest against the cold metal of the swing set, her dress bunched around her waist. She felt him behind her, his heat enveloping her as he unbuttoned his jeans, the sound of his zipper sending a jolt of anticipation through her. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he positioned himself at her entrance. “You’re mine,” he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. “And I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll forget your own name.” She moaned, her nails scraping against the metal as he thrust into her in one swift motion, filling her completely. The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming, but it was exactly what she needed. He started moving, his hips slamming against hers with a force that made her cry out, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “You love this, don’t you?” he demanded, his voice harsh against her ear. “You love being fucked like a whore in the middle of a park, where anyone could see you.” She nodded, her mind hazy with pleasure as he pounded into her, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. “Yes,” she moaned. “I love it. I love you.” He let out a low groan, his hand tangling in her hair and pulling her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Look at me when you cum.” Her eyes locked onto his, those piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through her, and she felt herself unraveling, her climax building with an intensity that made her cry out. He didn’t slow down, didn’t let up, his thrusts relentless as he drove her over the edge. Her body convulsed as she came, her walls clamping down around him as she screamed his name, the sound echoing through the empty park. But he wasn’t done with her. He pulled out of her, flipping her around and forcing her to her knees, his cock slick with her arousal as he guided it to her mouth. “Suck,” he ordered, his voice harsh. “And don’t you dare stop until I’m finished with you.” She didn’t hesitate, taking him into her mouth and sucking him with a desperation that made him groan. Her hands gripped his thighs as she worked him, her tongue swirling around the head before taking him deep, her throat relaxing around him. “That’s it,” he muttered, his hand tangling in her hair as he thrust into her mouth, his pace quickening. “You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you?” She moaned around him, her eyes fluttering shut as she focused on pleasing him, on making him cum. It didn’t take long. With a low growl, he came, his release spilling down her throat as she swallowed every last drop. He pulled out of her mouth, his breathing ragged as he looked down at her, those blue eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and something darker, something more primal. “You’re not done yet,” he said, his voice rough. “I’m not finished with you.” Her heart raced as she looked up at him, her legs trembling with anticipation. She knew what was coming next.

12 June 2025

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The engine hummed softly as I pulled up to the curb, my heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of the car. She was standing there, her silhouette illuminated by the dim streetlight. Sarina. Even with her mask on, her beauty was undeniable. She slid into the passeng.er seat, her black leather trousers catching the light as she adjusted herself. “Hi,” she said softly, her voice laced with a shyness that made my pulse quicken. Her hands fidgeted with the strap of her backpack, and I could tell she was nervous. “Thank you for picking me up.” “Of course,” I replied, keeping my tone calm to ease her. “You look stunning.” She laughed softly, the sound like music. “You always know what to say.” We drove in comfortable silence for a while, the tension between us palpable. The last week of our texts had been intense, filled with teasing and fantasies that left both of us aching for more. Tonight, we were finally acting on it. “So,” she began, breaking the silence, “what’s the plan?” “I thought we’d start with dinner,” I said, glancing at her. “But first, I want to see how wet you are” She smiled coyly, her eyes twinkling. “You’ll see soon enough.” We arrived at DFO, and as she stepped out of the car, I couldn’t help but stare. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, the fabric shimmering under the lights. She was breathtaking. She looped her arm through mine, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. “Shall we?” she asked, her voice low and sultry. We wandered through the mall, her body brushing against mine with every step. Her confidence was growing, and I could feel her warmth radiating through the thin fabric of her dress. At one point, she leaned into me, her breath hot against my ear. “You’re driving me crazy,” she whispered, her tone dripping with desire. I smirked, enjoying the effect I was having on her. “Good. That’s the plan.” After LUME, we headed to the steakhouse. The air between us was charged, every glance and touch igniting sparks. Over dinner, our conversation turned playful, then downright naughty. “You know,” she said, her eyes locking with mine, “I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier. About how wet I must be.” I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. “And?” She leaned in closer, her voice a whisper. “You were right.” My heart raced as her hand found my thigh, her fingers trailing higher. She hesitated for a moment before her hand rested on my cock, her touch tentative but deliberate. “You could use your hand,” she teased, her eyes daring me. I grabbed her hand, holding it firmly in place. “Why don’t you do it?” Her breath hitched, and I took the opportunity to caress her breast through the fabric of her dress. She moaned softly, her body pressing into my touch. “I’m so horny,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “Are you wet?” I asked, my fingers moving to the hem of her dress. She laughed, a coy sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Isn’t that the first thing you asked me when I got in the car?” “I wanted to see how much,” I replied, my fingers sliding under her dress. Her breath caught as I traced the outline of her panty. She wasn’t lying. Even through the pad she wore, the fabric was soaked. I rubbed her gently, feeling her body tense under my touch. “Oh, God,” she moaned, her head falling back against the seat. I continued to tease her, my fingers exploring her wetness. She was trembling, her moans growing louder with every stroke. “You need to stop driving,” she gasped, her hand gripping my arm. “You need to concentrate on the road.” I smirked, pulling into a quiet side street. The moment the car was in park, I was on her, my fingers working her clit with precision. She was writhing in the seat, her dress hiked up around her waist. “Shall we go to the back?” I asked, my voice husky. She nodded, her eyes glazed with desire. We climbed into the back seat, her dress falling open as she moved. Her body was a masterpiece, her skin glowing in the moonlight. I kissed her deeply, my hands roaming her curves. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured against her lips. She moaned, her body arching into mine. I pulled down her panties, my fingers sliding into her wetness. She was tight, her walls clenching around me as I explored her. “Please,” she begged, her voice desperate. “I need you.” I hesitated, teasing her with the tip of my cock. “Are you sure?” She looked into my eyes, her expression a mix of desire and determination. “Give it to me.” That was all I needed to hear. I thrust into her, her tightness engulfing me. She cried out, her nails digging into my back as I filled her. I held still for a moment, letting her adjust to my size before I began to move. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper into her. We moved together, our bodies in perfect sync. Her moans filled the car, her pleasure evident in every sound she made. “Fuck me,” she pleaded, her voice broken. “Fuck me harder.” I obliged, my thrusts growing more intense. She was so tight, so wet, and I could feel my orgasm building with every stroke. Her screams grew louder, and I knew she was close. “Come for me,” I growled, my voice thick with desire. Her body convulsed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. I followed her over the edge, my release pouring into her as we clung to each other. We stayed like that for a moment, our breaths heavy, our bodies still connected. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and longing. “That was incredible,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. I kissed her softly, savouring the taste of her lips. “You’re incredible.” We stayed in the back seat for a while, our bodies entwined, our hearts racing. The world outside the car faded away, leaving only the two of us in our little bubble of passion. But reality couldn’t be ignored for long. She glanced at her watch, a look of regret crossing her face. “I have to go,” she said softly. “The kids… my husband…” I nodded, understanding the need to be discreet. “Let me take you home.” As we drove back, the tension between us was still there, but it was softer now, a quiet understanding of the connection we’d shared. When we reached her street, she leaned over and kissed me one last time. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “For making tonight so special.” “Happy birthday,” I replied, my heart aching as she stepped out of the car. She waved as she walked away, her figure disappearing into the night. I sat there for a moment, the weight of what had just happened sinking in. Sarina had trusted me with her secret, and I knew this was only the beginning. But as I drove away, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the start of something much bigger.

12 June 2025

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I met a guy here and hooked up at my caravan that's in storage in Lonsdale. It was during the day we met. We met at the gates, I was dressed straight acting. We got access and pretended he was there to buy it, but no one was around. Got into the van. I got the inside pretty dark with windows shades. He got undressed and laid on the double bed, its a big van. I got changed in to my outfit. Stockings, wig, glasses, g string, mini skirt, tight top and sexy gloves. I laid on the bed next to him, he turned me over and dry humped me flat on my belly, the pulled my hips up and dry banged my little arse, that was awesome. He had taken a viagra and had a cock ring on. He dick had big veins it was over 6inches. With his cock laying on his stomach, I started by rubbing my wet lips along it from head to his shaven balls. I did that for about 5mins then licked it all over hands free. I got between his legs and sucked on his balls for a bit then licked all the way up until I put his head into my mouth. Working his head with my forehead on his stomach I could feel him throbbing, then slowly I took more in as I stood his dick up using only my mouth. Slow deep strokes and licking around his head as I came up, cupping his balls. After a bit he wanted to change positions. With me laying down and him on top fucking my mouth and turkey slapping me. The plan was for him to cum on my face but after a bit of time he said I'm gonna cum, can I cum in your mouth, it was so hot I indicated yes as much as I could with his throbbing cock filling my mouth. He started cumming and after I spat it out he kept his dick in my mouth until it got soft. Fun day.

11 June 2025

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I was checking out AMM one afternoon after work, probably looking for some nice tits to wank to before cooking dinner. There was a message waiting for me from a young woman, relatively young at 28. I was 55 at the time. Her profile page photo was a good sized pair of tits and excellent areolas and nipples, no face, just tits. I read her message that was amazingly brief from memory. The tits certainly were the main attraction. I had been seeing a woman for some time but she had gone overseas some months before with her girl friends and was presently stomping around Europe. As a result I had been relying on my hand to relieve myself with the aid of any photos of nice tits I found on AMM, hence my finding this message. I was in a quandary, do I persist with my hand and photos of tits or dip my tool in this voluptuous wench. As is quite often the case in this sort of situation, my dick did all of the thinking for us and so I answered her message. Her profile page said that she was looking for a “generous” older gentleman to be her “Daddy”. The word “generous” always prompts the phrase “fuck off!” in an annoyed tone in my mind, usually before I proceed to the next profile but then there were those tits. I had done the Daddy thing a couple of times and it frankly didn’t do it for me but then, yet again, there were those tits. You’re probably thinking that I am obsessed with tits and I am. I can’t help it, I’m a weak, weak man. We arranged to go out to dinner where I imagined I was to pay for the meal as per her Daddy requirement and I accepted that and found myself at her front door one evening. I knocked and she answered. She had a surprised look on her face when she saw me (we hadn’t exchanged face photos, something I usually do insist on) her face was fairly neutral. I am no oil painting so perhaps she was disappointed but she sucked it up and put on a big smile and invited me in. We stood there in the lounge room chatting and I looked from her face down at her tits that were well on display in an unbuttoned blouse as we waffled on about my problems with the traffic or something else equally mundane. She took the initiative and closed the distance between us until her breasts squashed up against me, once and the twice. I put my arms around her and pulled her close, bending down to grab her arse. Her hair smelled nice as I briefly savoured her well rounded buns. I decide to go for more and backed off and buried my face between her tits. This was all going fairly well considering I had really only just stepped in the front door. God bless AMM and other sex sites. The key word there is SEX. Everybody knows what everybody wants. It is so much easier than the old days of endless spade and shovel work before a guy got his hands all over the woman. She pulled my head out of her cleavage, ruffled what little hair I had, planted a big kiss on my lips and shot her tongue down my throat. There ensued a tongue lashing from each of us and a grinding of genitals up against each other’s thighs that went on for some time until we almost fell over and then collapsed onto the lounge to continue our debauchery. She lay on top of me rubbing all of her body over mine as I wrestled her blouse off and struggled with her bra to finally release her lovely soft melons to dangle down. She proceed to try to smother me with them not very successfully until I helped by holding them in from the side so that she could get maximum coverage of my face. It was warm and dark in there with only the occasional flash of light from the room as she ground her tits all over my face, a big cheeky smile on her face as she tantalized me. It had been an interesting twenty minutes or so. She finally got off me and with tits dangling out and me trying to regain what little composure I could manage in my ruffled condition, she skipped off to her bedroom saying something like she had to shower before we went to dinner. I sat up and dragged my hair back into a neater state and rearranged my cock and balls as I sat there on the lounge listening to the shower. I could hear her splashing around and of course it all got the better of me and I crept over to the slightly ajar bathroom door. I peered through the crack of the door to see her standing in the bath tub with the plastic shower curtain pulled around half covering her as the water cascaded down over her alabaster white skin. Her body was certainly voluptuous and even I dare say chubby but her height made up for it. My tool couldn’t stand it anymore and insisted on being wanked as we watched her. I unzipped and released it to spring out stiff and hard and then pulled its two mates out and laid them on the front on my fly. I shook off the excess pre-cum onto the bathroom floor and proceeded to stoke myself as I watched the show. She had noticed me by this time and the simple shower prior to going to dinner turned into a sexy shower show. She was washing her tits as she spotted me and now instead of a quick wash she slowed and spent more time washing each breast, lifting them up to soap and feel up as she played with each in turn enjoying their slipperiness before releasing them to flop down with the water running down over them making them glisten and showing off their fullness, the nipples standing out erect in the centre of her reasonably large, slightly pinkish areolas. She held up one tit and started to finger her twat with the other as she watched to see if I was paying attention. Once again her cheeky little smile burst forward across her cute little face indicating that I was and that she knew she was turning me on no end. Her snatch was lightly haired but her dark hair colour made it look bushier than it actually was. Her cunt lips were more like delicious meaty flaps and her (what must have been three at least) fingers were enveloped by them as she drove her hand between her legs almost viciously again and again, shower water splashing with each thrust as her fist rammed into her box, the pleasure reflecting on her face and all the time her face looking at my face, wallowing in my fascination. My dick and I decided to bite the bullet and as the shower curtain was obscuring our line of sight I gently pushed open the bathroom door and stepped into the room. With cock in one hand I pulled back the curtain with the other and retired back to sit on the edge of the vanity, settling down to watch the show and pull myself. She had a very brief look of mock surprise with my entry into the room but soon resumed her washing to watch me watching her. She asked “does daddy like watching his little girl shower?” or it might have been “playing with herself” I can’t remember. I replied that “Daddy likes you being a little slut for him” and pulled myself furiously. With a big smile and her hand trying in vain to encompass one slippery tit, she bent her knees and opened her legs slightly in a sort of bow legged stance to get her other hand further between her legs. She had her mouth open in rapture as she enjoyed her own fingering, driving her hand up between her legs with a pounding that made the water once again splash around as it and the occasional soap bubble hurtle down from her shoulders over tits or through the cleavage of her wobbling tits and down between her legs. I moved over closer to the shower and her and helped her feel up her tit and magnificent it was as I squeezed its soft white skin that bulged out through my fingers. I was still fully clothed and I had a jumper on. It must have been winter. I pulled the sleeves of my jumper up, (I remember seeing some of my pre-cum wipe off from my fingers onto the sleeve) took the soap and soaped up her tits. Like most women do, she thrust out her chest presenting her orbs for my attention, first looking down at me working on her slippery tits before looking back up with that cheeky smile to relish in the lust on my lecherous old guy face. With my balls and my tool still sticking out of the front of my pants and swinging around as I struggled to access her body without falling into the tub, I soaped around and under and over her melons as they sagged down under their own weight. Her nipples stuck up between my fingers as I soaped her and tried in vain to get the whole slippery breast into my hand. Feeling the fullness of it was orgasmic. My squeezing had turned into a slight slapping as I was mesmerised by their slippery white softness. I lifted and then pushed them from side to side watching them swing and bobble about delightfully. The sight was very horny and I tried to pull myself as I and squeezed and squelched and pinched her nipple. Unbeknownst to me, distracted as I was as I concentrated on exploring every part of her body, she had opened her eyes to watch me. Even as I fondled we looked deep into each others eyes with that look of randy lust. As I continued exploring, running my fingers into as many places as I could manage, her lustful look was interrupted slightly and briefly as her look varied from slight pain to a grimacing smile depending what I was doing. She grabbed my swinging tool and pulled on it which freed up both of my hands to concentrate on playing with her bits. Maybe that was her intention; I didn’t know and didn’t really care at the time. We were both in a sexual frenzy but also controlled and definite about our pleasure. I soaped up her arse and played with its slipperiness as it wobbled around. I was like a kid in a candy or toy shop. The old problem of so many toys, so few hands to service them and not knowing what to fondle next. I ran my hand between her buns and under between her legs from the back and the other hand from the front, squeezing her twat, running my fingers through her hairs and fingering her clit. I inserted as many fingers into her as I could and gave her warm, slippery, twat a good pounding, with water from the shower splashing all over the place as my fist slammed into her twat lips. She was letting out and increasingly loud, “ooh, ooh, ooh” with every impact that eventually built to a crescendo and turned into a scream. I went to remove my fingers and fist (my arm was getting tired) but she held me there by my wrist and thrust her hips into my fist with my fingers still inserted. She was a randy little thing. She released my hand and I stood back sitting on the edge of the vanity once more and resumed my wanking, drinking in the loveliness of her white skin and rounded bits wobbling around as she played with herself before drying herself off. We adjourned to the bedroom and I rooted her like mad for what must have been an hour and then we finally went to dinner. Dinner didn’t last long and she dragged me back to her place and bed. I didn’t really need much dragging.

11 June 2025

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Another birthday was creeping up on me. 39 and feeling fine! My adoring husband of 15 years really wanted to spoil me as he does every year, but this one was different, and I knew it. As he pulled me into him for a loving embrace, he kissed me on the forehead and quizzed me: "what does my lady want for her birthday then?' I indicated that my need for "things" was pretty much non-existent, and that a night spent together was up high on my Wish List. "Is there something else on that Wish List of yours, maybe something a fun friend might be able to help us with?" I knew exactly what he meant. This wasn't the first conversation we had shared around my hotwifing ways - nor was it our first encounter for that matter. My body has a mind of it's own sometimes, and even my husband's mere suggestion of inviting a trusted friend to join in some birthday spoils, sent a pulsation straight to my sensitive little clit. My husband's eyes burned into mine as he ran his hand up my skirt, causing me to part my legs just enough for him to gain access to my now moist lips. "Mmmmmmm, yes, I can feel for myself that you're into that idea," he said playfully as he brushed my now swollen clit with his fingertips; unceremoniously retrieving his pussy-juice covered fingers and teasingly sucking said juices clean off them. I groaned as I pressed my body into his. Nibbling my neck cheekily, he purposefully put some distant between us, cupped my chin as if he was going in for one of those kisses he knows really gets me going, but instead smiled and said "if you want to make it happen, you know what to do." Of course this was enough to heighten my desire for the kind of birthday spoiling my husband thought I deserved. I set about quickly; reaching back out to my attractive brown eyed, brown haired, well-endowed, married with permission to explore playmate, with whom I had previously enjoyed a few encounters. Just the birthday present I now very much anticipated for myself. The message was sent: "Apologies if this is too forward, but how do you feel about not only fucking this naughty wife for her birthday, but taking me bare and filling me with your cum? Pretty please with a cherry on top..." An almost immediate reply: "God surely you know how much I would love to do that to you?! Kinda thought you'd never ask tbh! When were you thinking gorgeous?" Saturday night. I was thinking this coming Saturday night, and it was already Thursday. By God this wasn't my usual approach. This was SO out of character, but the rush of excitement that fact alone offered, was brand-new and had me literally dripping through my lace cheeky-cut briefs. I could already anticipate my husband's excitement too. On the naughtiest scale, this was surely well and truly off the chart! "How was your day?" The hot husband asked me when he walked through the door after a long day. I couldn't hide it from him. "You've been naughty today - I can see it written all over your face." "I've sorted out my birthday present, so you don't have to," I replied with a cheeky smile. "Good, now get in there," he replied, cocking his head towards our bedroom. It's Saturday afternoon. We've checked into our motel room, and my husband has set off to go see a movie, solo. I take my time, having a bubble bath, doing my hair and applying some light make-up, with a little emphasis on my eyes and lips. Today I've decided on a black lace bra with matching French knickers, some fishnet stockings, and a black wrap-around dress, which emphasises my curves just the way I like. "Please message me when you're approaching and I'll keep the door ajar. Feel free to walk on in" I type. "I'm walking in now..." lights up my phone screen and I feel the butterflies taking flight inside my tummy. We lock eyes, and both smile. Phew. The mutual attraction is quite palpable once again. I make the first move to set the scene, leaning into his embrace as our lips tentatively meet. He acknowledges the green light, and runs his hands over my body, stopping at my round arse to give it a playful squeeze. His lustful eyes are drinking me in, and this has me feeling good - really good. I take his hand and guide it to the tie of my dress. "Unwrap me," I playfully instruct. "Don't mind if I do," he says as he kisses my neck and disrobes me, revealing my black-lace clad E cup tits, and feminine curves that he simply cannot wait to explore. He unfastens my pretty bra, and tosses it to the ground, his eyes wide as he takes in my massive but surprisingly perky tits. I pull him into me, causing us both to gently fall back onto the bed. Instinctively, my legs wrap around him as I feel his swollen cock push against me. Fuck, how I want that cock buried deep inside me right now! "Can I taste you?" He asks with hunger. His mouth lands on a nipple, and he flicks it with the tip of his tongue before taking it in his mouth. My nipples are very sensitive, but despite this when I get super horny, I like them played with hard. "You can be a bit rough on them," I urge him, and he pinches both of my nipples between his thumb and index fingers, delighting in how erect they became. Next he trails my stomach with kisses as he removes my stockings and nibbles my inner thighs like he definitely knows what he is doing. And he does. That tongue - holy fuck! Feeling like an absolute lightweight, I cum hard as he draws gentle circles on my aching clit. Once somewhat recovered and eager to return the favour, I drop to my knees. "God you have a beautiful cock," I smile as I run my hand over his shaft and cup his smooth balls. This is music to his ears, because right on cue he gets even harder for me as I guide it to my hungry little wet mouth. "FUCK! You're too good at that - you'll make me cum! He says in a slightly panicked tone. "It's ok baby, I'll slow things down" I soothe. This is my birthday, and I'm wanting to take my time tonight. What I'm really wanting is one hell of a birthday ride. I hover over him, before impaling myself on his rock hard cock. I begin grinding back and forth, feeling him hit places not everyone can. "Oh fuck, that's some good dick" I exclaim as I find my rhythm. He matches my enthusiasm, fucking me from underneath until we're both nearing orgasm. "You're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that," he murmurs in-between some very husky breaths. "You like that good pussy, huh?" I smile seductively, knowing exactly what I'm doing as I see all control exiting his body and mind alike. One last thrust from both of us, and our juices intertwine as we enjoy each other's bodies to the fullest, climaxing simultaneously before falling in a heap of pleasure and mess. A glass of wine and a round two ensued, because - it's my birthday. "How was it?" Hubby asked upon his return, with not even loosely concealed anticipation. I couldn't hide my Cheshire cat smile as I told him it was "so good - so, so good!" "How many [orgasms] ?" He asked. "Five" I replied, before offering him as much detail as I could, and readying myself for a sixth as I watched with excitement as he grew hard right before my eyes. As much as I enjoy the company of another from time to time and a fun new encounter, my husband's return and his reclaim is where the biggest thrill remains. I look forward to that every single time. His eyes grew dark, and he demanded I get on all 4's. I back-up to him, and as he ploughs into me with absolute ownership, I ask him how he likes to fuck my used little, cum-filled pussy. Naturally, this makes him explode as he grasps my arse and gives me his own load as well. Just the icing on the birthday cake I was looking for! I smile, kiss him thank you, and tell him that next time I want him in the room next-door so he can hear my whimpers and moans of pleasure for himself. A seventh ensued...

10 June 2025

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Raymond sat on the couch, his fingers drumming nervously against the armrest. The clock on the wall ticked too slowly, each second dragging on like an eternity. He glanced at his phone again, the screen dark and silent. Where were they? What were they doing? His mind raced with fantasies he could barely admit to himself, fantasies that had slowly consumed him ever since he’d drunkenly challenged Rick to seduce his wife, Lili. Rick, his boss, his friend—a powerful quietly confident man who exuded a raw masculinity that Raymond could only envy. And Lili, his petite, shy Chinese wife, with her quiet demeanour and hidden desires he’d always suspected but never fully understood. “You really think she’d do it?” Rick’s voice was low, almost a growl, as he leaned back in his chair, his muscular frame dominating the room. He was staring at Raymond with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, his blue eyes piercing. Raymond shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his fingers tracing the rim of his whiskey glass. “Yeah,” he muttered, his voice shaky. “I think she would. She just… she’s got that side to her, you know? She’s shy, but… under the right circumstances…” He trailed off, his face flushing with both embarrassment and arousal. Rick’s lips curled into a smirk. “Alright, Ray. Challenge accepted. Let’s see what your little wife is really made of.” --- Hours later, Raymond sat alone in the dimly lit living room, his mind racing. The sound of the ticking clock echoed in the silence, each second dragging on like an eternity. He couldn’t stop thinking about Lili, about Rick, about the challenge he’d foolishly issued. His wife, his sweet, petite, shy Lili, was out there with his boss—the kind of man who exuded dominance and masculinity in every fibre of his being. What if she actually does it? The thought sent a shiver down his spine. He felt a mix of dread and excitement, his cock stirring in his pants despite himself. He hated the idea of another man touching his wife, but the thought of her submitting to someone like Rick… it was intoxicating. His phone buzzed on the coffee table, jolting him out of his thoughts. He grabbed it, his heart pounding as he saw a message from Lili. “Just having a drink with Rick. Don’t worry, everything’s fine!” The message was innocent enough, but Raymond’s mind was already filling in the gaps. He imagined Lili sitting across from Rick, her delicate hands nervously playing with the stem of her wine glass. He could picture her cheeks flushed, her dark eyes flickering up at Rick with a hint of curiosity. Was she already feeling his power? Was she already imagining what it would be like to be with a man like him? Then, his phone buzzed again. This time, it was from Rick. “She’s a good girl, Ray. Real shy, but I can tell she’s got a fire in her.” Raymond’s breath caught in his throat. Good girl? The words sent a jolt of anger and arousal through him. He hated the way Rick spoke about Lili, but he couldn’t deny the way it made him feel. He quickly typed back, “What do you mean?” Rick’s reply came almost instantly. “She’s nervous, but she’s not saying no. I think she’s curious. Maybe even turned on. You sure you’re okay with this?” Raymond hesitated. Was he okay with this? He wasn’t sure. But he couldn’t stop now. He wanted to know. Needed to know. “Yeah,” he typed back, his fingers trembling. “Just… keep me updated.” --- The next message sent his heart racing. It was a blurry image, taken from behind. Lili was on her knees in front of Rick, her legs spread wide, her hands on her head, her slender frame unmistakable. The image was grainy, but Raymond could see enough to make his stomach churn. She was wearing the dress he’d bought her last week, the one that hugged her petite figure perfectly. Her head was tilted slightly, as she looked up at Rick. “She’s a natural,” Rick’s message read. Raymond stared at the image, his mind racing. What is she doing? Is she…sucking ? No, she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. But deep down, he knew. Lili was his wife, but she was also a woman with desires—desires he could never fully satisfy. And Rick… Rick was the kind of man who could bring those desires to life. Then, the phone buzzed again. This time, it was an audio file. Raymond hesitated for a moment before pressing play. The sound that came through was unmistakable. Gagging. Wet, sloppy gagging. And then, Lili’s voice, muffled but unmistakable, moaning around something filling her petite mouth. “Oh… oh god…” she whimpered, her voice trembling with both discomfort and arousal. “It’s too big… it’s too much…” Raymond’s cock hardened instantly, despite the knot of jealousy twisting in his gut. His imagination running wild —Lili on her knees, her lips stretched wide around Rick’s thick cock, her tongue swirling around the shaft as she struggled to take him deeper. He could almost see the way her eyes would water, the way her delicate hands would grip his thighs for balance, the way she’d look up at him with a mix of fear and desire. “You’re doing so good, baby,” Rick’s voice came through, deep and commanding. “Take it all. You can handle it.” Lili’s moans grew louder, more desperate. “I can’t… it’s too much…” she whimpered, but there was a hunger in her voice that Raymond had never heard before. A hunger that Rick had awakened. Raymond’s hand instinctively went to his own cock, his fingers tightening around the shaft as he imagined what was happening. But as soon as he touched himself, a wave of self-loathing washed over him. His cock felt so small, so inadequate, especially compared to the image his mind conjured of Rick’s thick, dominant member stretching Lili’s delicate lips. He hated himself for it, but he couldn’t help it. The thought of Lili being used like that, of her submitting to someone else—someone who could give her the pleasure he never could—turned him on more than anything he’d ever experienced. Yet, it also twisted a knife of insecurity deep in his gut. Why wasn’t I enough? he thought bitterly, his fingers trembling as they gripped his shaft. He could never make her sound like that—so desperate, so hungry, so utterly consumed by pleasure. Rick’s deep, commanding voice echoed in his mind, taunting him. “You’re doing so good, baby. Take it all. You can handle it.” Raymond’s cock throbbed, but his heart ached. He knew he could never satisfy Lili the way Rick did. He was too small, too weak, too damn pathetic. And yet, the thought of her coming home, flushed and trembling from Rick’s touch, made him harder than ever. He hated himself for wanting it, for needing it, for being unable to stop imagining her as Rick’s submissive slut. She’s mine, he tried to tell himself, but even that thought felt hollow. She might be his wife, but in that moment, she was Rick’s. And deep down, he knew she always would be. --- When Lili finally walked through the door, Raymond was still sitting on the couch, his mind reeling. She looked… different. Her hair was slightly dishevelled, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen. She was still wearing the dress, but it was wrinkled now, as if it had been tugged at in a hurry. “Hey,” she said softly, her voice tinged with a nervousness that didn’t go unnoticed. “Sorry I’m late. We just… lost track of time.” Raymond forced a smile, his eyes scanning her for any sign of what had happened. He could smell it on her—the faint scent of Rick’s cologne, mixed with something else. Something musky, primal, unmistakable. “It’s okay,” he said, his voice tight. “How was it?” Lili shrugged, avoiding his gaze. “It was fine. Just drinks. Nothing crazy.” Nothing crazy. The words echoed in Raymond’s mind as he watched her walk toward the bathroom. She was lying. He could sense it. Could feel it in the way she moved, the way she avoided his eyes, the way her body seemed to hum with an energy he’d never seen before. As the bathroom door closed behind her, Raymond leaned back on the couch, his mind racing. He knew the truth. Lili hadn’t just had drinks with Rick. She’d done something else. Something she wasn’t ready to admit. And as much as it hurt him, as much as it tore him apart… he couldn’t deny the way it made him feel. The way it made him want her even more. “I’m going to bed,” Lili called out from the bathroom, her voice soft, almost apologetic. “Goodnight, Ray.” “Goodnight,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He sat in the darkness, listening as she moved around the bedroom, her footsteps light and hesitant. He could still smell Rick on her, the scent lingering in the air like a taunt. As he sat there, his cock throbbing in his pants, he couldn’t help but wonder… if life would ever be the same.

9 June 2025

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I met a guy from this site a few weeks ago. He picked me up, and we drove to the lookout up off South Road. Driving there he wanted me to hold onto his cock, was about 7inch cut, and it was hard the whole way there. We parked. I put on my wig and glasses, he pulled his pants half down. I rubbed his balls as I put a condom on him and went down on the head, his dick felt extra wide giving head side on, I really liked it. I was wearing loose track pants and a black G. He slid my pants down and grab and squeeze my little bum cheek his other hand on the back of my head pushed me down, deeper on his cock. I held more than half of his dick in my throat and stayed still as he flexed it. Was so hot. I started the slow deep sucking strokes I like to do, after 20mins he got excited he held my head with two hands to start fucking my face, his hips were pushing up I started gagging when he'd thrust from his head to more than 5inches in and out of my mouth, that was fun but after 2mins he said I'm cumming take it you fuckin little slut. It was a good experience until that!

9 June 2025

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We met for drinks, just that. A casual evening with a male friend and a woman we’d both just recently met. There were no plans, no expectations just flirtation dancing at the edge of possibility. But the chemistry was immediate. Electric. She was magnetic, effortlessly sensual. And despite all my self-definitions—“straight,” “curious ” I found myself drawn to her in a way that bypassed logic and labels. She leaned in closer with each sip of wine, her laugh low and knowing, her hand brushing mine like it had every right to be there. The conversation turned suggestive, teasing. By the third glass, it wasn’t a question of if we’d get a hotel room it was just when. We practically stumbled into the suite, intoxicated by wine and lust and something else more primal….the need to explore. I had told myself a thousand times what I would never do. That night, I did all of it. I kissed her first softly at first, then deeper, more urgently. She tasted like wine and mischief. When she pushed me back onto the bed and slid down between my thighs, I didn’t stop her. I spread for her like I’d been aching to all along. The sensation of her mouth on me was… indescribable. It was nothing like I’d known before. She licked and sucked like she knew my body better than I did like she was coaxing out every drop of pleasure I didn’t even know I was holding back. My back arched, my breath caught, and I lost all control. I couldn’t even speak only moan, only beg. It was something I didn’t know I needed so badly. Something I wish I’d experienced more, much more. The softness of a woman’s tongue, the focused, intimate way she tasted me like she wanted every part of me that’s a kind of pleasure that ruins you for anything else. And then I told them I wanted to watch. I wanted to see everything. My friend didn’t hesitate. Clothes disappeared, bodies tangled, and I sat back on the chair, legs parted, hand between my thighs, captivated. They moved with abandon, each thrust and cry fueling my own pleasure. I watched her body tremble beneath him, watched him lose control, and I couldn’t look away. In that moment, I wasn’t just turned on. I was transformed. Every old inhibition melted under the heat of that room. Every fear I’d ever held around desire, around identity, around control, I let them all go. I was nothing but sensation and freedom and fire. And I’ve never felt more alive.

8 June 2025

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It's had been on my mind for years but never acted on it as I was in a relationship but the fantasy was always there. After splitting up I decided to explore my fantasy. Where could I find a bi couple who want a discrete curious guy to play with. As you guys know, a true bi couple who that are genuine are hard to find but I hit the Jackpot. It was an evening on here and I got a reply to meet at the bar in town with a no couple who wanted one guy to play with. From the moment we met , I could feel the excitement and the great eye contact we all had. After about 20 mins we decided to go back to their place and explore. Once in their home they sat me down in the lounge and they both sedately took their clothes off and started kissing each other while looking over at me occasionally and said, enjoy watching for a while but don't come join till we say. Omg , that was so sexy to watch them kiss then take turns giving each other oral. All of a sudden they turned it me and said , you have been a good boy, come over here for your reward. This led me to a very naughty fulfilling 12 months of sexual bliss. Now I want to see about exploring further. Sometimes fantasises do come true. 😀

8 June 2025

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As I am currently searching for a rental property, I have to go to a lot of inspections each week. A few days ago I had a viewing in a brick unit complex. Luckily for me, I was the only one that showed up and the agent was a cute little hottie. She was young and wearing a black business like outfit, skirt, white shirt and black jacket with black shoes to match. I saw her outside the building when I was pulling up in my car. I walked up the stairs to level one and knocked on the door. She answered and I asked her if anyone else was coming, she said just one other person was registered. Anyway, I asked her for a tour, and she obliged. She lead the way and I followed her, glancing constantly at her rear end and her sexy legs. She was a short hot pocket rocket, with a nice set of tits. She showed me the modern kitchen, living area, bathroom and then the two bedrooms, talking about any features along the way. Back into the living area, I asked her about the number of applications they had received, she said only a few. I asked her if she enjoyed working in real estate, and she replied its okay, not as good as strip dancing, which she said she used to do and was better money. I smiled and asked her to show me a move or two? She put her hand on my shoulder and spun me around, and pushed me down so I was seated on the floor. She then turned around and started twirking her bum in my face. I asked her if I could touch her on the waist, she said, go ahead. Her body felt firm a I started to feel warm, she then bent over and I could see her little black g-string and the outline of her pussy. It was at that moment, I knew something could happen here. I stood up and we started to kiss. My hands on her arse cheeks and her hands slowly undoing my belt. She unzipped my pants and they dropped to the ground. I pulled down her thong and started to rub her moist pussy, slipping a finger in there. She crouched down and put my cock in her mouth and started to suck it. After a couple of minutes or so, she grabbed her handbag, found a condom and pushed me to the floor. She grabbed my cock again and started tugging it and sucking the tip. She then put the condom on and jumped onto me and put my cock into her pussy. I was laying down and she started to ride me cowgirl. I closed my eyes and concentrated. I grabbed her butt cheeks as she moved up and down. I then undid her shirt buttons and pulled the front of her bra down and grabbed her beautiful tits. She leaned down so I could suck her nipples as she rode me. The floor was carpeted and comfortable. After maybe 10 minutes, I asked her for some doggy and she she said, sure. She got on her knees and bent over and I started to pump her from behind. She had a tiny little arse hole which was sexy and made me even more horny. I drove her for maybe 10 minutes before finally ejaculating and filling up the condom with a huge amount of cum. She had actually orgasamed too, a couple of minutes earlier. Lucky I was the only person to show up and it was just the two of us. What a nice tuesday morning shag.

7 June 2025

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