I’m kneeling in front of you running my hands from your outer thigh, down your leg towards your knees, grabbing your knees pulling them apart thrusting myself between them so that our hips are touching I obviously I grind a little so that you know I’m there :) all while running my hands up your stomach up your chest, up to your throat manoeuvring you face to face me, lips to lips, breath to breath, I’d lean in kissing you gently as I do my hands would go up in to your hair grabbing it tight while biting your lip & kissing you more intensely I’d kiss down your neck while moving onto your lap Pulling my dress up & pulling my underwear to the side, I kneel enough to unzip your pants with my other hand & slide you free I feel the warmth of you against me which makes your cock so hard you almost slip it freely, but I push hard towards you, while nipping your neck & shoulder with my teeth & digging into with my nails, as I lower myself onto your cock groaning from my mouth to yours as we both enjoy you entering one of the 3 holes that would be utilised

7 July 2023

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She is a busy woman, life's pressures and often away, so didn't want to start anything, which included sex. We had wined and dine each other when we were both free, the passion was there and the kisses left us both wanting more, but taking it to that next level would have tempted each of us away from our travel and adventure goals. Then one night after dinner, my hands wandered.. and were received with hunger...it was hot, fast, amazing.. but in the front seat of my car😅..I can still taste her juices over my face and remember my cum streaming through my shaft, into her mouth. The seal had been broken and we both wanted more. We weren't both free for another week... which was a very long week.. the memory of the curve of her breasts, her passion as she came and how we both laughed after, exhausted and surprised at how hot it was. I booked a nice location in the hills. we travelled separately and she collected the keys and checked the room... she was nervous and wanted to relax before i arrived. ... she walked to a hotel nearby and I arrived shortly after, meeting her at the bar...we ordered a wine each that we both hoped would dissapear quickly.... she looked so hot in a body hugging woolen dress, her defined arse was facing me as I had walked in and saw her at the bar.. With drinks in hand we found a table.. nervously laughing.....I began to stare at her breasts... her nipples are quite protruding and love to be touched... gently mostly... much like her clit, which she advised me was throbbing.. We didn't finish the drinks We walked back to the accomodation, slowly... rubbing accidentally against her breast, and against her bum under the dress on purpose🙂... such a beautiful curve to her bum. I collected my bag from my car while she opened the accommodation I found her standing in the bathroom, with its huge spa...we kissed.. my hands wandered and I was on my knees in a heartbeat, knickers off and tongue exploring... her foot moved to the side of the spa, which open her beautiful lips. I stood, kissed her deeply, took her by the hand and led her to the lounge and we stood in front of a full lengthmirror... we slowly undressed each other... her hands caressed between my legs.. my hands between hers and on one of her beautiful breasts, the nipple I remembered from the other night, stretching towards me.... and my mouth She dropped to her knees and took me all the way in, circling me with her tongue. We exchanged positions and I continued circling that beautiful clit, but now with my tongue, entering her and exploring... she reached to the table and picked up her phone.. photos of our reflections in the mirror ensued ...... my favourite was me lifting her up, he legs wrapped around my waist and us kissing deeply... my penis thick, resting against her clit and waiting to enter her again. The night was long and exhausting... but so much fun. I need to see her again, as those photos are only on her phone, hidden away....im hungry for her to show me those again and for us to create more😉

7 July 2023

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Do you like leather? Do you like control? I think you would look amazingly sexy in a scary way wearing leather, I'm picturing you in a black body suit that hugs your seductive curves with a hole at the top of your thighs to leave your sweet pussy exposed, your hair pulled back in a tight braid, a solid riding crop in one hand and the look on your face that leaves no question that you are in charge here. You stalk into a dimly lit room the candle light flickering off your leather and casting shadows that play and dance across my naked skin. I'm tied where you left me after our last encounter. Stark naked, muscles straining against the bonds that hold me side ways across the bed I see you and instantly my cock hardens with anticipation unsure of what you are about to do but more than sure that you will use me for your personal pleasure as you see fit. *SLAP* your crop whips against my nipples and I gasp with painstacy as a bright red welt begins to develop across my chest *SLAP* you land another one right on top of the first demanding my silence. "Close your eyes now" you say as you spit in my face while gripping my balls "and don't make a sound, I'm going to bring you to the edge again and again but you will not cum until I say you can." With that you let go of my nuts, give them a slap then strut around the bed so that you are looming over my face bending over my head so that your magnificent tits are pressed against my face smothering me you bite me on the nipple and I try to object but once again you order me to silence then slap my face. You turn around and back up straddling my face with your slick wet pussy just an inch from my mouth then sit on my chest dropping your crop and gripping my ears like handles you slide forward yanking my head up and burying my mouth and nose into your pussy and begin gyrating your hips against my face demanding that I eat. Your grinding continues as you mash my face into your box with a moan of pleasure and your sweet juices begin to spread all over my mouth running down my throat. When you pause and force my face against your hot slick fuck hole I greedily lap at you sliding my tongue in and out then sucking on your clit. Now you look down and notice that my eyes are open instantly pulling back and *SLAP SLAP* one hand to each side of my face "I said eyes closed" you purr into my ear then spit in my eyes. Bending over to pick up your crop you once again smother me, pulling the crop around the back of my head to prevent any escape I don't yet realise your intentions as you thrust your hot pussy hard against my face and I once again start probing with my tongue savouring your flavour while you grind your way closer to climax, it's now that I start running low on air and I try to pull my head away but you have me held fast there is no escape I can't squirm away from your insistent face sitting the nectar of your sexy flower has spread everywhere, it's down my throat, up my nose, mixing with your spit in my eyes I feel like I'm going to drown and try trashing around but you just ride my face harder and harder moaning and groaning louder and louder until your reach a shuddering climax lifting yourself up just enough for me to gasp some air while you vigorously rub your clit with your riding crop until you shower my face with your amazing cum which I gulp at greedily. Now that you have orgasmed you discard your whip and stand above me the inside of your thighs glistening your pussy dripping from your own juices. You look at my cock which has been rock hard this entire time and ask if that is for you, I reply "It's all yours." You saunter around the bed eyeing me off and *SLAP* my balls, cooing "I didn't say you could speak." Now straddling my hips you mount my cock and begin slowly lowering your beautiful wet cunt down my throbbing hot shaft, I try to thrust my hips upward but you anticipate this and lift away from me *SLAP* again on face "Not until I say!" you spit the words like weapon lashing against its enemies then your let a trail of spit drip into my mouth from yours which I eagerly gulp down. Now as you start bouncing on my rock hard cock and it plunges in and out of your hot wet pussy we both start to approach the ecstacy that is a shared and simultaneous orgasm you ride harder and harder I'm nearly ready cum and so are you. You jump up off my dick and standing over me and finger your sopping wet pussy until you cum again in a glorious spurt of juices I beg you to fuck me until I cum but you just laugh at me *SLAP* me on my balls and say "You will cum when I say you can" and with that you strut out of the room leaving me tied to the bed with a raging hard on for you to use whenever you next want it.

6 July 2023

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Back in the late 90s my wife and I went out drinking and meet up with a good mate named Mike I worked with we were having a great night drinking and dancing, we decided to go back to his place and drink some more as the club closed. So we got a taxi as we drove there I noticed my wife grabbing his thigh and then kissed him, I didn't mind at all as we were having good night. We arrived at his place and once inside starting drinking bourbon, my mate put on some music and I suggested my wife dance for us, she was hesitant but started and Wow she put on a show I never knew she could dance so provocative and sensual I started getting hard and she came over to me and my Mike, She had this boob tube top on and a mini skirt with high heels as soon as she got close I kissed her and pulled her top down to reveal her DD breasts, Mike and I started sucking on her DD breasts as she stood there, we were both sitting on the couch ,i could tell she loved both of us sucking her big breasts, she then grabbed Mike to the floor and was on top of him by this time we were all naked and she started to ride him I stood Up and she sucked my hard cock, she was loving this and rode him like a cowgirl moaning and saying fuck me! Fuck me! She was grinding on his cock hard I went back to the couch and stared wanking off watching them both. After a while she came over to me and rode me hard also, I threw her on the couch and started fucking her missionary pumping her pussy I came all over her big DD breasts then Mike fucked her and he did the same. She told me after that she loved feeling our hot cum on her big tits. It was a crazy night and watching her with someone else was a turn on .

5 July 2023

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As a male official in a female sporting environment, I sometimes finds myself in a world of flirty messages and sexual innuendos. There was this one occasion where I had be chatting to a girl from the team, it began as normal, casual conversation but there was an attraction from the start, although I was reluctant to push the boundaries of my professional position and relationship to the player, there was a side of me that was struggling to clear the thoughts from my head. As the messages grew riskier, and a clear mutual attraction was being built it became obvious that both parties wanted more. Pictures were exchanged and more flirty messages turned into sexual desires and fantasies. I had already been in a relationship with a female from within this establishment and this was common knowledge, this only made my new encounter all the more secretive and “against the rules” so to speak, as the two females were relatively close. One weekend a team bonding evening was planned, as the drinks flowed the thoughts going through my mind of what I wanted to do before the nights end were taking over. The night began to come to an end (for some at least) and they returned to the hotel rooms one by one, leaving just a few members remaining. Of course myself being one and my naughty secret being another. We found ourselves in the back of a taxi to a bar with one of female men ever of the team. As she made small talk with the driver I could feel the atmosphere between the two of us in the back seat, it was like we both knew what’s was going to happen. I could barely take anymore. It was dark in the back there was music playing and the chatter of the 2 in the front seemed like enough of a distraction. She was wearing a ball gown type dress with thin straps over her shoulders that ran down to her chest and tied at the back. She lent forward to join the conversation in the front and as she did I could see her firm fake breasts through the sides of her dress, she knew this. It was like she did it on purpose. She glanced back at me and then down at herself. I knew what she wanted, so I slowly ran my hand down from her shoulder, down her side and into the side of her green silk like dress and over her large fake breasts. They felt amazing. I could see it turning her on and she began to rub her hand over my thigh and towards my cock, all the while, the 2 in front continued their conversation. She was now gently rubbing her hand over my semi hard cock through my suit trousers as I continued to play with her tits. It was at this point we reached our next bar. We got out of the taxi and I thought that was going to be it, we had hotels booked but all the females were sharing rooms so it seemed implausible that we’d get anymore time alone. We continued to drink cocktails and laugh into the night, and there were still several others of our group out with us. The night finally began to reach an end and it seemed our secret fondling in the back of the cab was as far as it’d go. Then I received a message. It read “my car is parked on the 4th floor of the underground, I need some help getting some things when we get back” I looked up at her and she was smiling at me. I nodded and that was all. When we got back to the apartments where we staying the 3 of us from the previous taxi journey got out together again (these two females were sharing a room) as we were heading back to the room I want sure if she was serious about the car park situation but I thought I’m going to take a chance, so I said I just need to get something from my car I’ll meet you girls up there soon. I headed down to 4th underground floor where I waited for a couple of minutes by the car and just as I was getting ready to give up and go back to the room I saw the lift open. She walked over to me, without saying a word she pushed me behind her car kissed me a couple of times and then dropped straight to her knees. She slowly unzipped my suit pants and pulled out my already hard cock. She looked me in the eye and then gently slid her lips over the tip over my dick and down my shaft and began to suck. Her mouth felt so wet and soft I wanted to fill it, and the thought of someone catching us only heightened the feelings. She stopped for a second and popped the boot on this medium size SUV and then slowly lay back and spread her legs in front of me. Neither of us said a word, but I took hold of my now dripping wet cock and began to softly rub it over her clit and pussy, she threw her head back and her eyes rolled and she softly moaned. I slowly started to push the tip of my cock into her gaping, wet pussy, just a little bit at a time, teasing her almost, although it became to much for both of us and very soon after I just had to start fucking her deeper. By this point her pussy was gushing with every thrust and I’ve never seen a girl be that wet before, my cock was throbbing and all the ideas of where I wanted to finish were running through my head. Before I had chance to decide, she said “I want to feel you fill my mouth”. So we swapped positions, I was sat on the back of the boot and she was again kneeling down and sucking on my cock, one hand cradling my balls and the other rubbing her pussy which I could see was squirting onto the floor below. It was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. As she sucked deeper each time I could feel I was getting close to blowing I’m sure she could feel my balls pulsating in her hands and my cock thickening in her mouth, finally I blew. I looked down to see it pouring out the sides of her mouth as she carried on sucking. She slowly let go of my cock and then swallowed what was left of my load before using her middle finger to clean up the rest on her face. We made our way back up to the apartment where there were 3 other girls already sleeping. 2 in one room and one in another. I said I’d stay on the floor of their room fully clothed so no one would suspect anything. We both fell asleep and I thought that was the end of it. I woke up in the early hours of the morning with visions of our sex filled night still fresh in my mind, as I came to my sense I realised I had woken with a throbbing hard on. The bad side of me took over again, and even though she was now in bed with another player I couldn’t help but wonder how I could fuck her or even both of them. I slowly got up onto the bed and as she lay In her simply pyjamas I could see her nipples through the sides of her shirt. I began to run my fingers over them she moved slightly, (she knew what was happening) and began to rub her hands over my cock again, all whilst there was a second girl lay right next to her. I began to run my hand down her body and over her pussy that I could feel was already dripping, she struggled not to make a sound and in fear of doing so she removed my hand from her legs but continued to stroke my cock that she had now taken out of my pants. I could feel the build up again, my cock throbbing, the girl next to her had rolled over a couple of times already and I was sure she knew what was going on right beside her. She grabbed my hand and swapped it for hers on my cock, she moved closer to me and pulled out her underwear for me to blow over her pussy. Her tits were in my face, I could hear her playing in her pussy and the 2nd girl was only inches away, my cock began to throb my balls pulsating, I just couldn’t hold any longer. I blew a thick, big load all over her pussy and across the bed and then she causally pulled up her underwear and rolled back over. I returned to my unsuspecting spot on the floor and went back to sleep. The next morning we all left the apartment without any questions or suspicions, and to this day no one knows the going’s on of that seductive, sexy night. Now I eagerly wait the next naughty night out to see if that can be topped. Yours sincerely, Justsomeguy.

27 June 2023

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During a recent holiday to Adelaide, I caught up with my good friend, Ryan. On Saturday. He picked me up from my hotel room, and we drove to the seaside resort of Glenelg on the west coast nestled on the calm waters of the Gulf of St Vincent, a short distance from the city. Ryan was an avid fisherman, and while he cast a line into the sea at the end of the pier, I hired a skiff for the first time and taught myself how to row. I quickly mastered balancing the craft while standing, but when it came to landing on the beach, I constantly capsized on the little surf that lapped the shore. As the sun set across the gulf, bathing the environment in an orange hue, I decided it was time for one last attempt before returning the craft to the hirer. The beach was thinning out, and as I rounded the pier for my final attempt to land the skiff, I saw Ryan packing up his fishing gear. Lining up the craft with the shore and building up some momentum, the bow lifted slightly on the wave; I bent my knees, adjusted the weight distribution, and held my nerve. The beach approached quickly, I trimmed the skiff to control the wobbles, and within seconds, the boat coasted up the sand with a satisfying crunch. “Yes!” I exclaimed in victory, planting the oar firmly in the sand and stepping off the craft. “Impressive,” Came a female voice from my left. Turing, I watched a well-constructed blonde walking in my direction. She wore dark sunglasses; her hair was tied in a neckerchief; she wore a blue and red swimsuit and denim shorts. This woman had the biggest set of cans I have ever seen. She reminded me of the vintage pornstar Sally Layd in so many details. “Thanks,” I acknowledge, reaching for my towel, “That’s my first time landing it on the beach.” “Yeah, I saw you falling off a couple of times.” “It took all afternoon to master,” I said, towelling down. “Wow,” Came another compliment, “You look like a natural.” “It’s something that I’ve always wanted to do,” I responded, “But the beach landing was harder than I thought.” “You nailed it at the end,” She observed. “After so many failures, I finally figured out the trick to a perfect landing.” “Yeah?” She smiled, “Show me.” “I would,” I replied, glancing at the tranquil water, “But I have a return the skiff before the hirer closes,” The blonde shot me a quizzical look, not sure whether to believe me. “No, really,” I insisted, “They close at 6 O’Clock.” I pointed to the hirer’s cart parked above the beach with a steady stream of customers returning their watercraft. “Fair enough,” She acknowledged, “You better get your deposit.” After grabbing my belongings, I returned the skiff and the woman with the big cans automatically tagged along. We sat on the bench staring at the ocean. “I’m Jason, by the way.” “Milika, nice to meet you.” “That’s a pretty name.” “Thanks, it’s Bosnian.” Milika had an Australian accent and was born here. Her father was Bosnian but referred to himself as Yugoslavian, a throwback to the former Republic. “Have you been?” She asked, referring to a visit to Bosnia. “Never had the pleasure,” I replied, “But it’s on the bucket list.” “It’s a nice part of the world,” Milika said reflectively, “I was there last year.” “Last year, I went to Norfolk Island,” I said, “A tiny island in the middle of the Pacific.” “That’s part of Australia, yeah?” “Yep. It’s a nice place, but I stayed too long,” I laughed, telling Milika that I experienced everything the destination has to offer twice. “Do you live in Adelaide?” She asked. “Sydney.” “Ah, you’re on holiday?” “Yeah, taking a quick break and catching up with friends,” I replied, “Like Ryan over there.” Ryan was making his way towards us, carrying his fishing gear. “Any luck?” I asked. “Not today,” He replied disappointingly, “You figured out where you’re staying?” I had not. This trip to Adelaide was made with little, if any, planning. I booked a hotel in the city for the first night of my stay, but arrangements for Saturday and Sunday had not been made, and the evening was fast approaching. We made the introductions and walked towards Ryan’s car to deposit his equipment, and I grabbed my suitcase, being in mind to stay at Glenelg for the weekend. “Is it beer time?” I asked. “It sure is,” Replied Ryan. “Would you like to join us?” I asked Milika, who appeared to follow us like a lost puppy. “Thank you,” She replied, “I’d like that.” The three of us walked the short distance to the Glenelg Jetty Hotel. I bought the first round of drinks and sat in the beer garden, enjoying the balmy evening air. Over several rounds of drinks, I finally sorted out my accommodation, paying for a room at the Hotel. I am always partial to staying at pubs across the country, and the room I paid for was spacious and newly renovated. “Well, I’d better get back to the family,” Ryan announced after finishing his third bottle of Heinekin, “Good seeing you, buddy!” Ryan and I embraced and shook hands before he disappeared into the crowd. “And then there were two,” I joked with Milika. “I have to go after this,” Milika replied and nodded towards her drink. “Fair enough,” I said, a little disappointed that Milika decided to leave so soon. “What are your plans for tonight?” “Well, there’s a band playing here, so I’ll likely watch it before turning in.” “Sounds good,” Milika said, “It was nice to meet you. Enjoy the evening.” And then there was one. After my drink, I grabbed my case and went to my room. Showering and changing clothes, I returned to the bar with my Kindle and ordered dinner. I noticed the pub was filling up steadily, and there were several attractive women, but none as well-made as Milika. I missed that busty Bosnian. The band was mediocre at best, but it did attract patrons to the dancefloor. After dinner, I decided to relinquish my table to a group party and grabbed a stool at the bar. Despite the ambient noise and patrons jostling for service, I found it easy to become engrossed in the book on my Kindle. At one point, someone tapped me persistently on the shoulder. At first, I thought a drinker wanted to squeeze between me and the bar. I apologies and shifted my stool as much as possible to the left. However, the tapping persisted. I turned to face my tormentor and looked straight into the eyes of a smiling Milika. “Oh, hey,” I stammered, surprised by her reappearance, “What brings you back?” “I thought I would join you for a drink.” “By all means,” I grinned, “Same again or something different?” “I’d like a glass of wine, please.” “Sure,” I ordered, “Shall we find somewhere to sit?” We found a place to sit outside on the sidewalk. It was undoubtedly quieter despite the regular presence of trams rumbling by. After chatting over a couple of drinks, Milika asked about my personal life. “No one at present,” I answered, “What about yourself?” “I have a boy toy to scratch a specific itch, but nobody regular.” “Wow,” I said, “I was expecting you to be firmly off the market.” “Why did you assume that?” Milika asked with a smile. “You’re very attractive, confident and engaging.” “Oh, thank you. That’s very sweet.” “So, what’s that specific itch you have?” I asked cheekily. Milika paused while a huge grin lit up her face. “I may tell you later.” “What made you want to hang out with me?” I asked, changing the subject slightly. “I watched you at the beach earlier,” She said, “It was your persistence that intrigued me, and I’m drawn to confident men.” From that point on, I knew I was getting laid, but there was more courting to do on both sides. Understanding what makes a person tick inside and out, and being flirtatious, helps build anticipation and usually results in a more satisfying outcome. “I knew you were someone I wanted to talk to,” Milika continued. “This pleases me,” I replied, my gaze continually dropping to her ample cleavage and admiring the view. We chatted about benign topics for some time before Milika suggested we do a couple of shots. We fought our way to the bar and ordered tequila. From past courtships, charges of agave usually lead to a happy outcome for both parties. “What are you into, sexually?” Milika asked me. “Everything that doesn’t involve pain, scat or animal,” I joked. “Pretty broad-minded then?” “There’s not much I’m not into,” I rephrased, “The best sex begins with the mind.” “For sure,” Milika said, “Once you’ve unlocked my mind, you can take my body.” And what a body it was! Guys in the bar were furtively glancing at Milika and admiring her assets, including long, shapely legs and a solid butt. She was no stick insect, but, at the same time, Milika was not overweight or fat. “What are your sexual limits?” I asked Milika. “Same as you,” She replied, “I love cock!” “Have you knocked boots with a woman?” “Kinda,” Milika said, “I was in a relationship with a football player a few years ago, and we did a threesome with another woman for his birthday.” “Enjoy it?” “He did,” She answered, “We all did, but it was not quite what you’re thinking.” “Oh?” “There was no sexual activity between her and me,” Milika explained, “We pleasured him.” “Okay,” I chuckled, “I’ve done FMF threesomes, and I’ve always encouraged girl-on-girl action.” “You’re a typical red-blooded male.” Milika playfully slapped my arm, “What else have you done?” The tequila had loosened my inhibitions, and I felt comfortable talking about some of my more extreme sexual encounters. “Had sex with a trans-sexual back in the day.” “Really?” Milika’s eyes widened, “What was that like?” “Yeah, it was good.” “Have you been with men?” She probed. I did not answer directly but confirmed some quirky facial expressions. “You have!” Malika crowed, “Top or bottom.” “Top mainly.” “So, you like giving anal?” She asked. “Of course.” “Which is best, men or women?” “Women, for the win!” I confirmed. “Do you like my butt?” “It’s fantastic!” “What would you do to it?” Milika asked, clearly aroused. “Lick it, kiss it and, if you let me fuck it.” “Mm, you might get lucky tonight,” She teased. At that moment, the band struck up a tune that Milika favoured and yanked me by the hand and onto the dancefloor. She gyrated alluringly, lost in the music while I stood on the periphery and watched. When the tune ended, Milika came up to me and whispered in my ear. “Take me to your room,” She said, “I want to take your cock in my mouth, and we’ll just have to see where it goes from there.” Milika’s offer was impossible to turn down. The thought of unwrapping and exploring her body cut through the alcoholic fog immediately, and the cock grew in anticipation. “Let’s go.” In the stairwell on the way to my hotel room, Milika pushed me against the wall and started furiously kissing me and grabbing my crotch while I pawed her massive tits. A couple descending the stairs interrupted us, and giggling, we made it to my room. Milika removed her top, discarded her shorts, revealed her handpicked lingerie, and climbed onto the bed. “I’ve got a very long tongue,” She said seductively, licking two fingers, “Getting them wet for my pussy.” Yes, it was longer than usual, but not like Kiss’ Gene Simmons’ tongue. Milika’s fingers went down to her snatch and played with the lips. “Crotchless panties,” She teased, “They’re so much fun!” Next, she brought the fingers back to her mouth, extended her tongue, and added more saliva. “I’m going to get my tits out for you since you’ve been staring at them all day.” Milika pulled down the bra straps and revealed a pair of fleshy boobs with little if any sag but 100 per cent natural. “My nipples are so hard, and they make my pussy so wet when I play with them.” This gorgeous Bosnian played with her tits and pulled on her nipples which glistened with saliva. Milika laid back on the bed and resumed playing with her pussy. Using both hands, she parted the lips revealing a moist pink core. As she played with her cunt, Milika implored me to pinch her nipples and play with her boobs which I was more than happy to oblige. “Come and look at my pussy.” Said Milika, who easily inserted a finger into her musky box. The second finger slipped inside, and Milika began finger fucking herself. “Can you hear that?” She asked. Indeed, I could. The fucking motion caused a sloshing noise from within Milika’s pussy that sounded like a sponge being squeezed. She was gushing. “Shall we try three?” She asked me, “My pussy’s a bit harder to pump with three.” The challenge of three of her dainty fingers was a little too tricky because her pussy was so tight. I imagined how tighter her arsehole was going to be. “I really want your cock,” Milika said, after slapping her clit, “Will you give it to me?” Getting naked had never had a more urgent priority, and I scrambled to discard my clothes and free my diamond-strength cock, which I brought to Milika’s waiting mouth. While her mouth was spacious, Milika struggled with length but made a point to press my engorged head against the inside of her cheek. “Do you like that on your balls?” After using her extended tongue to lap against my rapidly tightening sack, she asked. Milika got on her nads and knees while I brought up my foot to the bed. She resumed throating my cock from that new position which allowed her to swallow a few extra millimetres of length. Her technique was good, and she enjoyed giving head. I loved it when she spat on the head and rubbed it in. “Are you going to spit on my pussy like that?” She asked lustily before resuming her oral attention, “Spit on my arsehole, maybe?” I loved the way Milika kept spitting on my cock, making the shaft glisten from the light of the bedside table and keeping direct eye contact with me. Despite her obvious talent, Milika showed no inclination to eat my arsehole. I could have asked, I guess, but this whole experience seemed surreal. “You know how wet it makes me sucking on cock?” She asked, “It makes my pussy swell, my clit throb and my nipples hard, so I need your cock inside me.” I reckoned Milika sucked on my cock and licked my balls for a good ten minutes, maybe fifteen. However, I was more than happy to experience Milika’s cunt. “And maybe you’ll put your cock somewhere else,” She teased. Straddling me, Milika grabbed the shaft of my cock and eased it into her volcanic pussy. Yes, she was tight, wet and hot. As she gently rocked on my crotch, I could hear just how wet she was. Milika pinched her nipples hard, lost in ecstasy, eyes closed, and loan moans of pleasure filled the room. “Fuck me from behind!” Milika scooted off me. I pressed the head of my cock in between the crotchless panties and entered her pussy easily. Being inside Milika felt fantastic, and I could have easily pumped myself to an orgasm. Each time I withdrew my cock, the shaft sparkled from the substantial layer of juice. Milika whimpered and purred as I picked up the pace. I was unsure if she came or was coming, but the volume never rose substantially. With my hands on her hips, my head was back, eyes closed, I felt great fucking Milika’s cunt. “Look at me,” She ordered, “I want it in my arse.” Milika eased the crotchless panties down her shapely thighs and slapped each fleshy globe. “You know what makes me come, harder?” She asked me, “A finger in my arse or a cock in my arse.” Milika leaned on her elbows and told me to lubricate her arsehole. “Grab the lube from my bag,” Milika panted after enjoying a minute or two of my tongue dancing across her puckered hole, “All over my arse.” After retrieving the bottle of lube, I flipped the cap and squeezed a generous amount on her hole and across each cheek. “Yeah, that’s the right amount.” Placing both hands on Milika’s cheeks, I worked the lubrication across the skin and hole. “Stick a finger inside,” Milika orders when I scrapped a fingernail across her O-ring. I pressed the fingertip against the hole and pressed. Milika took a sharp intake of breath, but the grease application enabled a surprising entry. She was massaging her clit and humming like a well-oiled engine when I added a second finger. “Rub your cock across my arsehole,” She pleaded, “Get that lube all over your cock.” Milika reached around and pressed a finger on the head of my cock. She directed the tip inside her arsehole. I pushed, and her rosette yielded, allowing me to feed her arsehole serious length. “Oh,” Milika groaned, “Your cock is in my arsehole. Fucking my tight arsehole.” Indeed, it was tight, but the liberal application of lube made penetration much easier, and I was balls deep in no time. “Do me harder,” Milika pleaded. For several minutes, Milika was uttering gibberish as I ploughed her shitter. I knew that I was close to peaking, but it felt too good to end it so soon. As a means of circuit-breaking the inevitable, I asked Milika to flip over. I grabbed her hips and pulled them to the edge of the bed. She pulled her legs back, exposing her arsehole, and I fed it my sticky length. Milika’s face showed an almost dreamlike appearance as I picked up the pace. She constantly pinched at the nipples of her enormous breasts and kept her gaze locked on mine. I tried desperately to prolonge my orgasm, but Milika’s arsehole, her dirty talk and the sight of her incredible body tipped me over the edge. “Where do you want me to come?” I hissed through gritted teeth. Milika came alive and was very specific. “I want you to come inside my arse,” She said firmly, “And to let it drip into that glass over there.” She was referring to the glass on the counter by the TV. “And then I want you to pour on my face.” Holy shit, man! This chick was hardcore and had very definitive ideas for tonight’s action. “Here it comes,” I groaned as my balls violently spat out ropes of hot come deep inside Milika’s dirty arse. “I felt that,” Milika giggled, “That was strong, Jason.” Her statement was spot-on. I had a tremendous orgasm, and when she flexed her muscle, the secondary jolts of pleasure were powerful. When my climax subsided, I eased my softening cock from her bung and reached for the glass. Pressing against Milika’s sphincter, she pushed. Nothing came out at first, but then ribbons of sperm fell into the waiting glass. I had filled her up with a respectable amount of sperm. “Pour it on my face.” Milika shuffled off the bed and onto the floor. She titled her head back and pursed her lips, using one hand to stimulate her engorged clit. I upended the glass, and the filthy cocktail of sperm and lubricant dripped onto her pretty face. Milika suddenly shuddered and let out a long, guttural moan. “Fuck, yeah!” Milika took the glass from me and tongued the inside. Slime dripped from her face onto her tits. With the glass cleaned, Milika went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. “Now, that’s a proper fuck!” Milika was not wrong. She had a shower and departed, promising to see me the next day and ramp up the action. If I thought tonight was her A-game, I was sorely mistaken. I awoke on Sunday slightly groggy from an excess of alcohol but with a raging hard-on as I recalled the filthy exploits of the night before. Milika and I tentatively agreed to meet again today, so I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed my phone. Sure enough, she had sent me a text thanking me for a wonderful night and including a photo of one of her enormous boobs. I realised that her ‘boobage’ or chest real estate had been underutilised last night in favour of some filthy anal sex instead. Given the high probability of meeting again later today, I was determined to lavish plenty of attention on those impressive globes. “That’s lovely,” I replied, responding to the photo, “How are you this morning?” “Feeling good, and you?” “Energised,” I replied, adding, “In mind and body.” “Did you have fun last night?” “You know I did,” I tapped, “Both in and out of my hotel room.” “Same,” Milika replied, “Fancy more fun today?” “What did you have in mind?” “Some drinks and maybe some more bum fun?” “Reads like a plan,” I said, “How is your arse? BTW, hope I wasn’t too rough with it?” Milika responded for several minutes before sending me a photo of her curvy derrière. “She positively buzzed this morning and eager to play some more.” It took supreme forbearance to not jerk off my twitching cock. Milika’s most intimate hole drained my balls in an epic session on par with the filthiest porn saved in my favourites list on Xhamster. Milika asked me to meet her in Morphettville later in the day following church and the traditional family Sunday lunch, two activities she was not keen on. Having promised to do so, I gathered my bathers and headed to the beach to cool my loins. I was rather stiff from my water-born exertions from the previous day, so I bathed and tanned, preferring to relax rather than exercise. My friend, Ryan, was also busy with family duties, so I was on my own; to be fair, the solitude comforted me. Becoming hungry, I headed along ANZAC Highway back to the pub where I was staying. After showering and changing, I grabbed lunch at a local café and opened my phone. Boy, Milika had been busy texting or, more accurately, sexting. In a flurry, I received photos, selfies, in various suggestive poses at the church and from her parents’ house. She was marketing her best assets; cleavage, butt cheeks, offset face and one on the toilet. I zoomed in on the latter to see if Milika was peeing, but the shot was taken so haste that the focus obscured the action. “Very nice,” I tapped back after appreciating the photo montage. “Finally,” She replied with mock indignation, “Where have you been?” “Cooling…my…off at the beach,” Came my truthful yet ambiguous reply. “Sure is hot,” Was Milika’s response, not picking up on my implied insinuation, “What are you up to?” “Grabbing some lunch and, after that, will jump on the tram and meet you.” “Ok, cool,” She wrote back, “I’m about to leave my folks’ place. See you around 4-ish.” Given that our meeting time was several hours away, I assumed that her parents lived some distance from the suburb of Morphettville – the appointed meeting place – where Milika lived. I glanced at the Omega Seamaster that graced my arm; two hours to go. “Awwwh!” My cock groaned under and twitched with anticipation. Before I met Milika the day before, I had plans to do things in and around Glenelg, but none of those activities were achieved. The pursuit of anal-themed debauchery trumped all alternatives. “Just stepping off the tram,” texted Milika about an hour before our appointed meeting time. I received no response from Milika as I strolled down Morphett Road beside the world-famous Morphettville Racecourse. I quickly found our meeting place, a small wooded park which I assumed was close to Milika’s place. A small creek bisected the green space, and while the sun was burning everything before it, some discrete, shaded area allowed me to consume some beers and read my book. I could barely focus on my book; the need to check my phone took precedence, but there were no messages, which frustrated me. As the sun sank to the west, across the Gulf of St. Vincent, the orange hue cast the suburb in an unworldly light that reminded me of Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds, which I had recently seen on stage, starring the underrated Shannon Noll nailing Phil Lynott’s original performance. Around 4:15 PM, after depositing my empty beer bottles in a nearby bin, l perceived the busty Bosnian’s voluptuous figure approaching me from the opposite side of the park. My beer-addled prick jumped into life as soon as Milika waved in acknowledgement. She wore a canary-yellow polka dot summer dress perfectly contoured to her voluptuous body. Sunglasses shielded her eyes, a navy blue wide-brimmed hat protected her face, and her long blonde hair flowed behind her. Hanging from her shoulder was a small handbag, and in her hand was a bottle of wine wrapped in a neoprene sleeve. Milika’s swagger was guaranteed to enrage any red-blooded male. And she knew it! “Glad you’re here,” She swooned, kissing my cheeks rather than planting her lips on mine. Milika indeed felt feline and slippery when held in my strong masculine grip. My rapidly bulging cock felt uncomfortable and noticeable, pressing against her meaty thigh. She knew, of course, but chose to ignore the not-so-subtle intrusion. “How was your day?” I asked after we broke the embrace. “Ugh, families,” Milika replied with a humourous snort, “I need a drink.” Milika explained that she drove to church and her parents for lunch so that she could join me earlier than had she taken public transport. As a result, this family Sunday was dry and cattier than usual. She grabbed a bottle of Chardonnay from the fridge that would have been drunk at her parents and joined me. “We’ll have to drink this from the bottle,” Milika chuckled, “Like proper bogans.” “I’m cool with that,” I laughed as I removed the ice-cold bottle from the sleeve and unscrewed the top, “Be my guest.” Milika took the proffered bottle, raised it to her mouth, and took a generous swig. “That’s better!” I took a mouthful and immediately winced at the bitterness. Milika laughed at my reaction and then leaned in for a lip kiss. “So,” Milika asked, “How was your day?” “I found amusements enough before coming here.” “As amusing as last night?” “Alas, no,” I replied, taking a sip of wine, “There are very few amusements in this world that would top last night’s fun.” Milika beamed in satisfaction and leaned in for another kiss, and she breathed into my ear that she enjoyed the evening. Taking another sip of wine, Milika instantly spluttered, and wine dribbled from her mouth down her chin before dropping right between her cleavage. She coughed uncontrollably, expelling the wine that had clogged her airway. “Wrong hole?” “No such thing as the wrong hole,” Milika said, gasping for air as she recovered, her gigantic chest heaving mightily. After wiping her eyes and chin, Milika surveyed the state of her dress. The fabric had a small wet patch, but most fluid had disappeared in the tight cleft between her tits. “Look where you made me spill my wine,” She laughed. “Me?” I chuckled, “I din do nuffink!” “Feels nice and cold against my skin,” Milika noted as she wiped her mouth, “Need more of that.” Milika dropped the straps of her summer dress so that they rested against her biceps before pulling the front of her dress down to expose more tit flesh. Taking hold of the bottle, she drizzled cold wine from left to right across the skin. “Ohh,” Milika exclaimed, giggling, “Makes my skin shiver.” “You’re not wearing a bra, are you?” “Nope,” Milika giggled, “No panties either.” “You’re such a naughty slut!” “Yep, I love being such a tease,” She said, pulling the dress further down to free her incredible breasts. She placed the bottle on the concrete by the bench we were sitting on and kneaded the flesh, pushing her tits together and flicking the nipples with her nails. “They’re incredible,” I said, waiting for Milika to let me grope them. “Yep,” She agreed, “They’re a hit with the guys and the girls.” “You’re into girls?” I asked without surprise. “Occasionally,” She confirmed, “Prefer cock, though.” “I’m into anal, as you know,” Milika laughed, “And girls just don’t cut it.” “Really?” I asked, “Dildo, toys, fist?” “Fist, in my butt?” Milika asked askance before screwing up her face, “Nothing beats a hot, pulsating cock ploughing my guts.” “Classy,” I laughed. “Yes, that was crude,” Agreed Milika with a girly giggle, “You want to touch these?” Milika turned and offered me her enormous globes. They were larger than my hands, firm to the touch and topped with a pair of pink, suckable teats. When I licked them, Milika threw her head back in pleasure and softly moaned. My cock rose to immediate attention, straining in my shorts. “That’s it,” She breathed, pulling my head in deeper and stroking my hair, “Making me so wet.” She did not exaggerate. I manoeuvred a hand between her legs and probed her hairless, sopping slit. Milika spread her legs, allowing me to slide two fingers inside. She pulled her dress up and began rubbing her clit. Seconds later, she came, her sexy body shuddering and rippling, but the orgasm seemed a little subdued. “Fuck, that was good,” Milika panted, “Unexpected!” I withdrew my fingers and licked them clean of Milika’s musky juice. After scanning the park for intruders or peeping Toms, I released my straining cock, which glistened in the scorching sun. Milika placed a dainty hand around the throbbing shaft. “Hello, stranger,” She cooed, “Let’s get reacquainted.” Leaning down, Milika’s generous mouth engulfed my pole, and she expertly blew me, using her lips, tongue and hand. Since my thoughts continually replayed the events of the night before and the anticipation of a follow-up session, I dug deep into my reserves of self-control to stop from prematurely coming. Milika sensed this, too and released her lips from the head of my cock with a snap. She looked around pensively before removing her dress. Fully naked in the park, she deftly relieved me of my shorts and confidently announced she would tit wank me. “Haven’t had a good sausage sandwich in a while,” I said, knowing that those melons would get me off in no time, and this time I had no intention of holding back. Milika got off the bench and knelt before me, playing with her tits. She began coughing up as much saliva as her wine-scented mouth could produce. Milika slutilly let long tendrils of spits exit her mouth and land on her “breast-age”. I was encouraged to add my saliva and spat as much as possible to add to the mix. What Milika did next surprised me. She reached between her legs, fingered her sopping box and smeared cunt juice over her skin. “I think I’m ready for you,” She said, shuffling a bit closer so that her chest could engulf my cock. Milika pressed kilos of flesh against my quivering cock. She began bobbing up and down with our fingers locked together, bringing me off with expert ease. Her eyes never left mine as I moaned and groaned at the incredible sensation of being a prisoner to this woman’s extraordinary assets. After a few minutes, Milika said her knees were hurting on the searing concrete. Standing up, we traded places. She lay down on the wooden bench, and I straddled her, placing my cock back between her tits. I noticed a small wet patch on the ground from where she had knelt. “Just make sure you cream all over them, alright?” “Oh, I will,” I replied, placing my greasy shaft between that thick flesh, “Guaranteed.” I pressed each breast together, and Milika placed her fingers against mine for an extra tight grip. The spit and pussy juice lube was not ideal, especially not in this heat, and my cock chafed a little, but there was enough to slide my cock in and out those mammaries. “I love getting my tits fucked,” She moaned repeatedly, “Fuck them hard.” Milika seemed in heaven, lying on the bench, revelling at my expression as her boobs brought me to the brink of a tremendous orgasm. Sweat was pouring from my brow as she encouraged me to pound her chest and plaster it with hot sperm. “Shit!” I hissed as my cock violently twitched and coughed up ropes of thick white sludge that covered the skin between each breast. That was followed by high-velocity spurts of more translucent fluid that hit random points across Milika’s gorgeous face, which surprised her. “Goodness!” Milika squealed as she flinched from the tendrils of boiling jizz and hit her in the face, “You’re naughty.” I laughed after my orgasm subsided, seeing what a mess I had made of Milika’s face. She wiped the sperm from her top lip and chin. There was a sizeable deposit on her throat, too. “Oh, you’re backed up,” She said after discovering how much sperm was plastered on her torso, “Wow!” “I wasn’t expected to come so much,” I breathed, wiping my forehead, “Especially after last night.” “You came more today, for sure,” She smiled, “You gave me exactly what I wanted. Thank you!” “My pleasure,” I said, climbing off Milika’s body, “That was great!” She swung her legs and sat upright, surveying the splatter pattern across her huge tits before massaging my cream into her skin. I noticed another wet patch on the bench. Was she a squirter, I wondered. “You’re a big cummer,” She complimented. “Well, you have huge boobs,” I said, “And they are essential for a great tit wank.” “That’s what I’m told,” Milika snickered, “I need a drink.” Grabbing the bottle that was indeed warm now, she upended it and almost drained what remained. Handing me the bottle, I drained the last mouthful. “I need something colder than that,” Milika said and spat on the ground before reaching for her dress, “You want to come back to my place?” “Love to,” I said without a second thought as I pulled up my shorts, “Should we get some liquid refreshments?” “Sure,” Milika replied after fixing her hat, grabbing her bag and the empty bottle of wine, “There is a pub and bottle shop along the way.” The air conditioning was so welcome when we crossed the pub’s threshold. We ordered drinks and found a table. “Be right back, sweetie,” Milika said, giving me a peck on the lips. “Why so long?” I asked after I had nearly finished my beer before Milika returned. “I had to clean up,” She chuckled before downing a glass of water in front of her, “It was not a pretty sight.” “You could have used me for that,” I joked. “That would have made it worse!” Milika and I shared several drinks and a cold meats and dips platter. The conversation was witty and laced with innuendos as we teased each other, knowing there would be another session at her place. Upon leaving, we grabbed a bottle of wine and walked through a tangle of respectable suburban streets before arriving at a quiet apartment block. Milika ushered me with a sense of pride into her tastefully decorated abode. As I closed the door to her third-floor apartment, Milika immediately announced she was showering because she felt funky from the afternoon’s activities. I was instructed to grab two glasses from the kitchen and park on the balcony. I briefly looked around the apartment, which was tastefully decorated and adorned with photos of family, friends, and, I assumed, lovers past and present. I found the screw in the kitchen and quickly removed the cork from the bottle. I grabbed two glasses and filled a wine bucket with ice from the freezer. Stepping onto the balcony, the sun was cresting the roof of Milika’s apartment, heading west with perhaps thirty minutes left until it descended below the top of the neighbouring building, its heat dissipating as the day died. On the balcony were two lounge chairs and a table against the far wall. On the table was an ashtray filled with DIY cigarette butts, an empty bong, a small red vibrator, and a bottle of personal lubrication, half full. Evidently, the Busty Bosnian got up to a lot of fun behind closed doors, but not necessarily on her own. I sat down with the sun blinding me, removed my t-shirt and took a sip of wine, which was better than the first. The shower ceased, and I heard the curtain pulled back. Minutes later, Milika joined me on the balcony dressed in a turquoise fishnet top, which strained to cover her boobs, stockings, and a matching pair of panties. “You look amazing!” I gushed as Milika took the glass from me, “That’s a sensational outfit.” “Glad you like it,” She acknowledged as she took the chair closest to the wall where the table was positioned. “This is a nice apartment,” I said, “Do you own it?” “Ten years now,” She replied proudly, “The sun is about to set.” “It’s going to be gorgeous,” I predicted as I swallowed more wine. “I watch the sunset all the time,” Milika whispered. “Just watch,” I grinned while cocking my head towards the table and its contents. “What can I say,” Milika replied without embarrassment, “Sunbathing makes me horny, so I pleasure myself.” “That toy seems oddly inadequate,” I said, noting its smallness. “Oh, I have a substantial toy collection in my room,” She noted, “That one warms me up.” “And the bong?” I asked, “You don’t look the type to be a smoker.” “I’m not,” Milika laughed, “It belongs to a friend.” “A lover?” “A friend with benefits,” She winked at me. “Ah,” I nodded in acknowledgement, “Fair enough.” We sat silently and watched the sun drop below the roof of the complex next door. The temperature noticeably cooled, and we both expressed relief. However, the ambient temperature remained stubbornly in the thirties, and this meant the ice melted and the wine warmed up. However, none of this bothered Milika, who stared into the west, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. “Penny for your thoughts?” I asked as the silence continued. “Huh?” She said, “Oh, I was just thinking about something, a fantasy I have that could be fulfilled.” “Oh, and what’s that?” “When do you come back to Adelaide?” She asked. I planned to collect a hire car the next day and explore the wine regions, and my visit had little to do with wine but to hook up with an old work colleague with whom I had a fling a couple of years earlier that began in a haunted house. Milika did not need to know that part of my trip, but I answered her question with midday Friday in one week. “And when do you go back to Sydney?” “Saturday afternoon,” I answered, “Why?” “Well, I was thinking,” Milika’s words tumbled out with little cohesion, “And I don’t expect you to say yes, but…” “But what?” I asked, “Spit it out.” “Well, OMG,” She stuttered, holding her head in a hand, “Ok, well, a long-held fantasy of mine is to have a threesome with two guys.” “Ok.” “Yeah, and while I have no issue pleasuring two or more guys, I really want to be DP’d,” Milika was almost hyperventilating, “You’d be perfect since you’re an arse lover.” “And the other gentleman is your friend with benefits?” “Yes, but he doesn’t go for anal,” Milika confessed, becoming bright red with embarrassment, “But he wants to help me fulfil my fantasy.” “You could have your pick of Adelaide’s finest with that body,” I laughed, “Why me?” “Because you know what you’re doing,” She said directly and seriously, “And you’ve pleasured me no end in the short time since we met.” “Likewise,” I reassured her, “You’re a real firecracker.” Milika relaxed a tad and asked me whether it was possible to fulfil her fantasy. I gave conditional assent pending the necessary chemistry between the three parties. “Well,” Milika launched into another nervous word salad, which can be distilled into the following sentence, “Let’s meet on Friday, have a few drinks and see how it goes.” “I’d prefer exclusive access with you,” I said, “But if the three of us hit it off, I’m happy to help you fulfil a fantasy.” “Oh, goody,” She squealed and reached for her phone to tap out a message to her friend with benefits, “It’s going to be so good.” I agreed after participating in several – not many - MMF threesomes in the past. The trick to success is chemistry and ensuring the female is treated with respect by making her the centre of attention and reading the signs of her body and mind. There were only a couple of occasions when we males delivered a DP, but those sessions were epic. My FWB, his name is Adrian, never stays the night,” Milika said after completing the message, “So, if you stay with me when you get back to town, I’ll give you an exclusive one-on-one going away present on Saturday.” “That’s an offer I cannot refuse,” I said, hardness returning to my crotch. “In addition,” Milika purred, leaning in for a kiss, “You have exclusive rights to me tonight.” “Exclusive rights?” I asked while fondling one of her massive breasts, “All access?” “You can touch me anywhere you want,” She bit my lip, “Use any hole for your pleasure.” “Lead the way.” Milika stood up, grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. There were a variety of sex toys strewn around the room. The open wardrobe showed a wide selection of sexy lingerie, including leather boots, handcuffs, whips, and ball gags. Milika had a serious sex drive with some BDSM tendencies. When she flopped on the bed, I undid my belt and discarded my shorts. Upon seeing my rejuvenated boner, Milika rolled onto her side, grabbed my pole and took it deep into her mouth, moaning as she sucked. She grabbed a long thin, red-coloured sex toy on the bed and inserted a fat end into her cunt. Milika fucked herself while blowing my cock. She was running as fast as the Nile because I could hear a sloshing noise with each thrust, and the toy’s body glistened with juice. As she sucked and fucked, I roughly pawed both massive breasts while sighing as my cock was expertly throated. Occasionally, I reached down and flicked her bean, causing spasms of pleasure as my cock dripped with saliva. After five minutes of this action, Milika removed the toy from her pussy, sucked on the head and then flipped over to all fours and ordered me to fuck her from behind. My wet cock easily entered her dripping snatch. A second toy was deployed against her clit while Milika continued sucking on the long dongler. Milika’s pussy was tight and slick as I pumped her. Every few seconds, in between moans, we told each other how good this fucking was. As I increased the tempo, my pounding action caused her luscious butt cheeks to quiver, and the rippling effect engulfed her entire body. Milika came several times in short, shrill screams. “Put this in my arse,” She said, handing me a mid-sized red vibrator she had recently used to stimulate her clit. Taking the vibrator from her, I pulled my cock out so that only the head remained inside her hot box; I spat on my fingers and applied the lubricant to Milika’s puckered hole. Seconds later, I directed the tapered head of the vibrate to her arse and pressed. Milika accepted the intrusion readily, and I quickly developed a rhythm where I could insert my prick and withdraw the dildo to mimic a classic two cock DP. “Let me ride you,” Milika pleaded after several minutes of doggy. We swapped positions, and Milika straddled me effortlessly. After a minute or two of her riding me, Milika grabbed the red vibrator, reached around and slid it into her arse. The pressure exerted on my cock through the thin membrane, combined with the buzzing, felt incredible on my cock. “Fuck, yeah,” I panted, “That feels amazing.” Milika had to keep her hand on the toy’s base to prevent it from shooting across the room. She was panting and moaning and taking satisfaction from my facial features. “Those vibrations are incredible!” I repeated. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” “Awesome,” I grunted, “You’re making my cock feel great.” At that moment, I held Milika’s juicy butt in place and slammed into her, my thighs slapping against hers. “Oh, yeah, that’s it,” She wailed, “Fuck me like that, don’t stop!” With my hands planted firmly on her cheeks, I fucked Milika’s pussy hard while the vibrator continued doing its thing in the dirt box. As she sat back “I’m coming!” “Yeah, baby, come on my hard cock.” As I sucked on her pert nipples, Milika climaxed hard; her face reddened as waves of pleasure washed over her impressive body. The pussy spasmed repeatedly as the vibrator continued buzzing. As she sat back, Milika released her grip on the vibrator, and its base rested on my balls, causing my cock to twitch in her sloppy pussy. “Do you want my arse, lover boy?” Milika asked after a few seconds of resting. Of course, I did. Milika climbed off me, grabbed the lubricant, and, before applying a generous dollop, sucked her pussy juices from my cock. When she was satisfied, Milika straddled me again, facing the opposite direction – reverse cowgirl. She eased my fat prick inside her shitter. After swearing and moaning, she took a moment to adjust to the foreign intruder before leaning back with her hand planted by my shoulder. The other hand gripped the red vibrator, which she applied to her clit. Holding Milika in place, I fucked her arse hard, and she quickly thundered to another screaming orgasm. I did not relish this position because I could not see a lot of action, but my prick felt terrific inside her bung. Milika disengaged, and my cock exited her shitter with a satisfying pop. In a change of pace, she handed me another vibrator and asked me to use it and the other one on her holes. Laying on her side, Milika pulled an arse cheek apart and exposed both holes for me to play with. I used the toys to satisfy her with a classic DP action, making her purr. While this was fun, I was eager to plunge my cock back into Milika’s plump and willing bottom. While she was not gaping, the hole was undoubtedly relaxed and, with the lubrication, had no trouble accepting toys of various sizes and descriptions. “Oh, let me turn over.” Milika assumed the doggy position with her arse high in the air, and the sight of spread fuck holes was breathtaking. I spat on the dirty hole and inserted the toys, pulling out and sliding in. She reached around and began circling her clit. Soon enough, Milika came again in a crescendo of groans and grunts. As she descended, I sucked on both toys, tasting the contrasting flavours before burying my tongue deep inside Milika’s rosette. This unexpected action resulted in a more minor climax as Milika continued circling her clit. “Now I want you to fuck my arse until you come,” She said with conviction while remaining in place. I mounted the bed, straddled her cheeks and fed Milika’s butthole my entire length. Her hand remained on her clit as I started fucking Milika hard with long strokes. My orgasm, the third in less than twenty-four hours, was hard to nail and required much concentration. Thankfully, Milika’s arse and mouth kept me focused; the bung which flexed around my greasy cock, and her mouth that continually uttered filthy encouragement in between squeals of pleasure. By now, I was ploughing Milika’s dirty hole like it was her pussy, slamming my cock in and out. My balls slapped away but soon began tightening as I rapidly approached a climax. She sensed a change in mood, and my vocalisations became more intense. “I want you to come in my mouth”, she repeated with driving urgency. As soon as I felt that energy rise the length of my cock, I reluctantly whipped my cock from Milika’s well-buggered shitter and started furiously pumping the shaft to reach the peak of Mount Orgasm. Simultaneously, Milika leapt from the bed and dropped to her knees in front of me, mouth open, waiting to receive what little I had left, panting hard as she did so. “Fuck!” I hissed as pleasure bolts hit me hard, “Here it comes.” My cock jerked, and a few spurts shot from the head. The first landed on Milika’s right cheek, the second on her bottom lip, and the last on her waiting tongue. She purred in satisfaction, watching me revel in secondary jolts of delight. Milika withdrew her tongue and swallowed my gift before opening her mouth and sucking on my deflating pole. When she released me, she did so with a loud smack of the lips. “It’s better when I have some warning,” She giggled, wiping the sperm from her cheek and rising to her feet, “It wasn’t as much this time.” “No,” I agreed, “You have well and truly drained my balls!” “Good job you have a week to refill then, right?” Said Milika, referring to my trip, not knowing that if my plans worked out, my balls would not get much chance to replenish. “They’ll be ready for our threesome!”

26 June 2023

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The Owl and the Pussy Cat went to sea In a beautiful pea green boat They took some honey and plenty of money wrapped up in a five pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above And sang to a small guitar "Oh lovely Pussy, o pussy my love What a beautiful pussy you are." The ocean was calm. Small waves were cut by the sharp bow of the small yacht as it glided across the water. There were few clouds in the bright blue sky. Owl stood at the helm wearing shorts, sunglasses and a cap. Sea spray glistened on the skin of his broad shoulders, as he looked out across the water. Pussy, wearing a small string bikini, lounged on the foredeck on a large blanket. Her skin was a golden bronze from exposure to the sun. Beside her was a large steel ice bucket with a frosty bottle of champagne. Lying on her stomach, the warm sun touched almost all of her body. A small tight triangle of cloth cover her pert buttocks. Pussy reached around an untied the straps of her bikini top. She didn't want unseemly tan lines on her back. "Owl," she called "join me. The boat can sail itself. It's got more electronics than NASA." Aye, aye captain" was his sarcastic response. He paused as he flicked the switches to engage the full auto pilot. Not that it was needed, they were in the mid-Pacfic, miles from any trade route and even further from land. There was nothing to hit, sink or crash into for at least 1,000 miles. Weather reports were clear for at least the next week. Owl and Pussy Cat alone with only the sea and sun for company. Owl knelt beside Pussy Cat and deftly opened the champagne, with a loud pop! Pussy Cat flinched at the sound. Champagne cascaded from the neck of the bottle, eager to be free. Owl poured two glasses. They were not champagne flutes. They were the short, broad glasses often seen in champagne towers. The urban myth was that they were shaped like Marie Antoinette's breasts, if myths were to be believed. Pussy raised herself onto her elbows, ignoring her bikini top that fell off her body. "Cheers!" "You need more oil. I don't want you to burn" said Owl. One hand picked up the bottle of suntan lotion, flicking the lid off while the other idly drew circles in the small of her back. He poured the lotion on her her skin. It formed a pool at the base of her spine. He dipped two fingers into the cool liquid and spread it up her spine before branching out to her shoulders. Owl was skilled in massage. His iron fingers found every nerve and muscle, digging deep into the stress and easing the fatigue. Pussy moaned softly. Her eyes were closed as she drifted into bliss. Pussy Cat was so relaxed and ready for sleep that she didn't feel as Owl gently untied her bikini bottom. She didn't feel the small bit of cloth as it was removed but she did feel his fingers digging into her firm glutes. She squirmed slightly, easing her legs apart just enough. Sleepy as she was, she was enjoying every movement. Expert hands massaged her body, drawing the stress out, leaving contentment in their wake. Was it five minutes or was it an hour? Pussy Cat had lost all concept of time. Everything was bliss especially when Owl started to gently caress her pussy. The tip of one, then two, then three fingers played with the lips of her vagina. Hopscotch was the game, flicking and kicking her clit, sending waves of pleasure rising up her body. Slowly, carefully, Pussy Cat raised her hips into the downward dog pose. Her cunt, thrust upward, hers lips open, waiting. "Oh, fuck me please " she murmured, "please fuck me now". Owl didn't need a second invitation. His cock was firm and hard and the tip was already rubbing up and down her pussy lips. As Pussy Cat raised her hips, he gently slid his penis into her hot wet body. Slowly, gently he entered her. But Pussy Cat was impatient. With a groan she pushed her hips back, impaling her body on his erect cock, sinking it deeply into her cunt. Owl grabbed her hips and thrust into her, pushing her head into the floor as he lifted her hips higher. "Do it! Fill me! I want your cum, she screamed. Just as Pussy Cat was about to come, Owl pulled his cock out and exploded his hot cum across her back. The hot spunk splashing all the way to her shoulders was just enough to push her over the edge into climax. Pussy Cat could feed her sweat mingled with Owl's sperm, all over her back. She turned to face him, reaching out for his cock, dragging it to her mouth. She wanted to taste his cum, to lick it from the head of his penis, tasting at the same time her own pussy juices. A very heady combination. "Mmm, next time I want you to cover me in honey," she mumbled with his cock still in her mouth. "Good idea" said Owl. "I'd love to lick honey from your juicy cunt."

24 June 2023

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LOVE DUET POEM HIM…. Beautiful woman! love of my life Nude and willing, perfect wife. I want you badly, madly soon Not later, now, here in this room. Close the door, dim the light Get into bed Let’s heat the night. Slender body, lustrous skin A naked nymph, fire within. Beautiful smile, laughing eyes Sweet kissing mouth, lissome thighs. Erotic pleasures, exotic delight Secret places To explore all night Soft round breasts My pleasure to suck Secret places My pleasure to **** Long legs open Soft lips apart Brazen welcome Soft wet heart Peach lips caress My python rod Feel my entry, feel my prod Feel the glide, the slippery slide God in heaven I’m fully inside! HER …. Lovely man, What a find! Handsome, well built Just my kind. Manly, strong Nice chest and butt Strong arms that hold me Hold me tight. I like you urgent, hard and hot I like the handsome dick you’ve got Tease me, please me, squeeze me, seize me Hold me tightly Fill me, thrill me. I’m randy now Yours to plough My loin is a scabbard Your sword knows how To stab my velvet honey hole Fill it fully with your pole I’m the flesh You’re the bone You’re driving me crazy Drive it home. I’m the mare, You the steed I’m the earth, plant your seed! Ride me now, I’m all aflame Fuck my cunt, yes my love I don’t care, make me cum I want to swoon, I want it hard I’m cumming soon, you can too So hard, so good I’m cumming now Yes yes dear love, wow! HIM… Goddess in heat! Panting breath, Pounding heart Thighs apart - wide apart Wrapping, trapping me Wanting me Willing me To ecstasy! Horny wench! Let me drench your soft deep trench With hot white spunk Spurts are fun On breasts and tongue But tonight I’m going to fill your hungry hole. Stop cumming wench I cannot last Oh here comes more What a blast! Leaping streaking flying free Releasing me from urgency Creamy dreamy streaks and dashes. On your belly, neck and lashes. You smile, we laugh We slowly fade We wipe away the mess we’ve made. We cuddle close Skin to skin But deep within Your velvet room, My very essence seeks your womb.

24 June 2023

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HAPPY ANNIVERSARY – I hope You Enjoyed the Gift Staring out the window I think back on the past year. I smiled from ear to ear and felt as if I had to pinch myself, just to prove to myself that it was not just all a dream. What were the odds? A million to one? A billion to one? Perhaps even a trillion to one. Had you told me a year ago that I would meet my soul mate, we would have an affair and then become ongoing lovers, living separate lives with our spouses, that we would orchestrate our lives so that our daily paths crossed over several times a month I would have said you were crazy. But there you have, it happened to me, and I pinch myself every day and think how lucky I am. Baby Doll, as she liked to be called, and I met online, on one of those sites designed specifically for people, who already were in a relationship but were for one way or another were unsatisfied, so, they could find someone to have an affair with. I had been on a similar site several years earlier and all I found was scammers, sex workers, international girls wanting a ticket into Australia, and the occasional “real person” but, who often more than not, had so much baggage that it was so depressing that you would meet up with them just so as not to make them feel ignored. Then there was the one in a trillion ….. Baby Doll! It was the craziest most intense four weeks of my life. Like in the past, we started off with email, small talk but within a day or two were emailing as if we had known each other a lifetime. Within a week of emails and texting the topics of conversation had no boundaries. Caution was thrown to the win and we decided to meet in the secluded lounge area of the Revesby Sports and Social Club. I’ll never forget that afternoon, we just talked and talked and talked for hours holding hands caressing, neither of us wanting to leave but time was running out. As I walked her to her car Baby Doll held my hand. It was warm and it felt loving. As she was about to get into her little red Audi she turned and kissed me, and it was good. We began to write passionate love making letters that would excite us and drive us out of our minds. We would talk two to three times a day by phone all the while building the desire that we had for each other to boiling point until finally we met and made passionate love, then fucked each other hard until exhausted coming to rest naked in each other’s arms. As she drove off that first afternoon, I grinned and smiled absolutely full of joy and happiness. The past 5 hours had been life altering. Before that day we had connected in oh, so many ways that we both believed that we were each other’s soul mate and lovers from times and lives throughout the ages gone by. We felt as if the universe in some way had allowed our paths to cross one more time. Over the past 5 hours we had both completely and utterly given ourselves to each other. We had cemented our commitment and “love” for each other beyond question and it was good and the universe was in harmony once more. ………… a year later …….. I stared out the motel widow. It was a typical overcast winters day. Cold! The noise from the afternoon peak hour traffic produced a hum that subtly polluted the quietness of the motel room. We had agreed to meet here for our one year anniversary, the same motel, and the same room where we made love for the first time but this time, today it was going to be different, so very special for my Baby Doll. Over the past year we had made love, fucked and had sex countless times and with each encounter we discovered more and more about each other’s body. We had no secrets and we were not shy in trying new things ….. and we did! What we liked, what we really liked and what drove us fucking wild. The sex was pure, open honest but most of all it was fucking good satisfying our needs and wants beyond anything else we had had or contemplated. So, when I told Baby Doll that I had something special to celebrate our anniversary she was curious, but mostly excited. There was a knock on the door. Baby Doll had arrived. I opened the door to that special look of hers that she knew turned me on. She would slightly cock her head to one side and look up at me with her “come fuck me now” eyes. I still have this picture of her in her hallway at home wearing this sexy low cut black bra and black lacey panties, with that look!! Its my favourite of Baby doll as it sums her up, classy, beautiful, sexy, seductive, strong, independent, cheeky, horny woman. Yes, it was my favourite !!! We kissed passionately, the same way we kissed the very first time and every other time we met. “Hi Baby Doll. I’ve been waiting for you? Have you been a good girl for Daddy?” I asked with a menacing tone that had hints of cheekiness from knowing what was going to happen. “Babe, I’ve really missed you” she replied as we kissed again. She was wearing a plain black leather bolero type jacket but underneath was a white lacey top that hugged her body and accentuated her already large breasts. A black tight leather skirt and black high heel shoes completed her. She placed her arm over my shoulder to caress the back of my head and she kissed me again as her hand retreated across the crisp heavily starched white shirt of the Armani suit I was wearing. I took her by the hand and walked her in to the edge of the bed where started. “Stop! Wait here. Don’t Move” I commanded. She obeyed as she always did. I undid my coat button and sat on the lounge facing her. I clicked my iPhone play list and a selection of sexy seductive songs began to play “Do you want to make Daddy happy Baby Doll? “ I asked in a stern demanding tone. “Yes Daddy” “Do you want Daddy to reward you for being good?” I asked in an almost interrogative tone. “Yes Daddy” “Good! …. Now dance, dance slowly, fuck me with your dance as you slowly take your clothes off. Do you understand what you have to do Baby Doll?” “Yes Daddy” and she began to do a strip for me. As her clothes began to come off, I would stare at her so, so sexy body and my mind would go crazy, just with lust, to make love and fuck her hard. Baby Doll was down to her bra and nickers. “Stop!” I commanded as the music continued to play and drown out the peak hour traffic hum. “Come over here NOW! Get on your knees” I barked. I stood up and looked down at her and my eyes told her what to do and she obeyed. Baby Doll undid by buckle and pulled down my suit pants reached into my underwear and freed my hard cock from its captivity. She spat on my cock as if to lubricate it and without a moment’s hesitation wrapped her lips around my cock and took it whole. Fuck me, she gave good head ! The feeling was unquenchable and made me want to fuck her mouth. Baby Doll had shown me what she liked and how to do it and a year later it was, lets say mutually pleasing. I cupped my hands around her head and held it there as I thrust my hips forward to push my hard cock as far down her throat as it would go. Holding her head in my hands I fucked her mouth sometimes causing her to gag and her eyes water, sometimes releasing her head so she could catch her breath, when she would spit on my cock again before devouring it in her mouth one more time. I grabbed a clump of hair on the back of her head with my fist and as the tempo and depth of movement accelerated I could feel myself coming and screamed in orgasmic delight as I shoved my cock down her throat. As I released the grip I looked down at Baby Doll, my cock still I her mouth now sucking it as she retreated. I lifted her up off the floor looked into her eyes and said “You did good Baby Doll, real good. Daddy is really happy and wants to reward you” Standing there we kissed … passionately. I wanted to taste my cum in her mouth, and in doing so let her know how much I loved her and would do for her anything she would do for me. I reached behind and undid her bra, bent over and kissed her breasts. I kneeled and slid down her panties to her ankles so she could step out of them. I looked up at her, placed my hands between her legs and told her to “Spread them”. She obeyed. I parted her moist pussy using both hands to peel back her flaps and expose her clit, then with the tip of my tongue I began to caress and stroke her clit. Such a sweet moist pussy. How I enjoyed going down on her and eating her pussy. As I continued her legs began to quiver. Experience tells me that she is not that far off peaking. I stopped eating her pussy and stood up. “Take my clothes off” and Baby Doll obeys As the last item of clothing was removed I grab her by the arms and pushed her down on to the bed. My cock was hard again. Baby Doll looks up at me, like a child who knows they are about to be punished. I grab her legs and move them apart. Sliding up alongside her I grabbed her throat firmly but not aggressively and I kissed her. At the same time I slowly slide my index finger into her tight warm pussy as if to prepare it for my entry. I take my finger and stuck it in my mouth and sucked it. My hand still around her neck … “Have you been good?” in a demanding voice. “Yes Daddy you know I have” and with that I straddle her and with my free hand position my cock between her flaps. “Yes, Baby Doll has been good and this is how Daddy lets you know he is happy” as I thrust my cock into that OH so glorious Pussy of hers …. Warm moist and tight. The feeling of being inside of her could only be replicated in heaven. After we made love for the first time I was hooked. I could simply not get enough of her. I think I wagged work 3 days that week so we could meet up and make love. For me making love to Baby Doll was the sexual CRACK that made me insanely addicted. I cupped her face with both hands and kissed her and fucked her until she came several times. As always, the after play was lying in each other arms. “So you said you had a surprise for me. Was that it?” she asked. “NOW Baby Doll! Now its my turn to do something very special for you, that you have dreamt about.” And with that I picked up my phone and hit send. About five minutes later there is another knock on the door. I wrapped a robe around my naked body, turned to look at Baby Doll and said “Don’t move. Do you trust me Baby Doll” I asked, “You know I do Daddy … with my life” she replied and I smiled. I opened the door and there stood Pink ( no not the signer). Pink was very attractive. She was about 5’10”, very slender, had dark brown skin with long black shinny hair. She wore a very loose floral dress which flowed as she walked in. I took Pink by the hand and walked her into the room. At first Pink was a little taken a back when she saw Baby Doll lying naked on the bed. “Pink, this is Baby Doll. Baby Doll this is Pink”. I turned to face Pink and kissed her on the lips and Pink kissed me back. I continued to kiss pink as I peeled her dress off her shoulders exposing her firm breasts and her shapely figure. The dress then fell to the ground and Pink stood there kissing me with just a sexy white G- string. I looked at Baby Doll, and in a trance like state she had moved her hand down to her pussy and was just starting to play with herself. “Me likes what me sees” she said. I turned and smiled at her. With that I again got down on my knees, placed my fingers inside the G-string at the hips and pulled them down and as I did out popped Pink’s cock. “Now this is getting interesting” Baby Doll mutters. “Baby Doll ….. you always work hard to make Daddy happy so now Daddy really wants to make you happy by fulfilling your most, deepest desire. For now you are my master so you can tell Daddy and Pink to do, ……….. whatever you want!” Without hesitation Baby Doll says to Daddy “suck her cock”. Pink’s cock is fully erect. It is easy a good 7”or 8” and has an impressive girth. Taking her cock with one had I place it in my mouth. In the background I can hear Baby Doll saying, “now fuck him in the mouth” and Pink does. Baby Doll then tells Pink to fuck Daddy. Daddy positions himself on all fours on the spare Bed. Pink puts on a condom lubricates her cock and Daddy’s arse with love gel and places his cock on his arse hole. “Turn sideways a bit more I want to watch you enter Daddy” Baby Doll barks out the order. I look over at Baby Doll and I could tell she was turned on. She was licking and sucking the fingers she had just taken out of her pussy and had replaced them with the fingers of her other hand as she continued to play with herself. Pink began to enter me. It had been several years since the last time I’d been fucked by a tranny and I’d forgotten what it felt like, and I liked it! Pink was fully inside of my arse and she began to fuck me first slow but every so often Baby doll would command him to go harder and faster as she masturbated harder and faster until she came and came and came. Pink was turned on by watching Baby Doll and could no longer hold back and orgasmed with her simultaneously. I could feel her cock go limp inside me. Pink had left, leaving Baby Doll in my arms on the bed. “You remembered the fantasy I told you about” she said as she played with my chest hair. “Yes, Baby Doll. I remembered. I wanted to give you something special to show that I will do anything for you, or to you, so long as I know it will make you happy. Do you think any less of me for what I just did?” I asked. “Aawwweee Babe. I don’t think any less of you in fact I love you even more for doing that for me. You did enjoy it, didn’t you?” she asked “Actually, I did” I replied “You make me laugh. You are such a nut but I love you Babe” “I love you too Baby Doll. Having you this last year has just been all I ever wanted in life. Someone to love me as much as I love them” We kissed and fell into each other’s arms ….once again !!!

24 June 2023

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I'd love to have you naked and laying back on the bed and then I'll start working my way up the inside of your thighs You're blindfolded with your hands above your head and tied together I'm licking and sucking on your clitoris Would that get you wet? Is.....getting me wet!!!! More......? You're moaning so loud and just about to come, begging me to not stop Yeeeessssss....... Using your pussy you move around up and down side to side wanting my face buried in your pussy Now you're untied you pull me up so I can suck your nipples Oh fuck yes.....pretty please You roll me over and jump on top My cock is so fucking hard Show me Your pussy swollows my cock and you start riding me grinding on my hard cock Yes babe.... I'm playing with your clitoris while you fucking fuck me hard and fast Yes........ You're so wet Yes I am You lean forward with your tits in my face so I can suck your nipples your fucking hard nipples We're fucking so hard and fast I grab your waist so I have your pussy Your pussy is all mine for me to stick my hard cock in and out in and out I'm just about to come inside your wet smashed pussy Fuck yes!!!!!+ I want to tittie fuck you now

24 June 2023

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*warning* Ageplay, is a legit kink, it involves consent, and only adults can consent. Google MDLG, or DDLG. In this scenario, Mummy and Daddy are caregivers to their "little" Mummy and Daddy were so excited. After talking online for a while, their "special girl" was waiting for them to pick her up. So many orgasms we have all had for each other already, but never in person. She was giggling as Daddy pulled over where she was waiting. She hopped in the back where Mummy was waiting to give her a deep welcoming kiss, and as soon as the door shut we were moving. Mummy's hands all over her body, pleasantly surprised that under her short skirt, there were no panties. Daddy drives and adjust his mirror so he can see mummy fingering and licking our special girl, telling daddy how good she tastes. By the time Daddy arrives at the destination, Mummy is fisting her and our special girl has cum several times. The car stops and our special girl finally realises where she is. "Ooh fairy time!" She squeals excitedly and tidies herself up to get out of the car. "Fairy fuck time" says Mummy who gets out the other side. Daddy opens the back of the 4wd and directs Mummy there. "Look at our girl, she's so happy" says Daddy, "Yeah and she's fucking hot, she came so hard" says Mummy, as our special girl dances and twirls in the forest, her little skirt flying up. Daddy peels off Mummy's leggings and starts slowly and lovingly licking and fingering her tight shaved pussy. Special girl excitedly skips over and says "Ooh Daddy, can I lick Mummy please?!" "Of course baby girl, and I wanna lick you whilst you do, ok?" "Cool Daddy, you wanna fuck me too as I lick and finger Mummy? You can Daddy, I want your cum so deep in my pussy!" "Oh he is gonna pump your little cunt so full of cum" says Mummy, "but not yet. Daddy is gonna cum in Mummy's pussy first and you are gonna lick it" "Ok Mummy, I love your pussy so much, and I want Daddy's cum too" "Daddy has plenty of cum" says Mummy. "You'll get plenty of cum special girl, now make me cum on your tongue"

23 June 2023

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It started at my hardware store on a Sunday morning when I noticed a former customer walk on by and I always found her sexy. I knew her husband had died some years ago so I decided to catch up to her and started to chat about mundane things and finally asked her to have a coffee at the coffee shop within the store. Our conversation rambled on for quite some time until I asked could I walk her to her car. As we approached her car she asked me around to her place for lunch so I gladly accepted and followed her home. As she was preparing lunch we continued our conversation and as I reached towards the refrigerator I touched her arm and looked at each other and kissed passionately for a while and resumed getting lunch. After lunch and wine we worked our way to the lounge still with wine in hand. We sat close to each other and again started kissing this time very passionately. By now i got down on my knees and started removing her slightly unbuttoned shirt and caressing her nipples which she appreciated and slowly I lifted her skirt and felt her hand push my face to her clit and felt a warm juice on my lips and slowly edged my tongue into her clit and she moaned uncontrollably as she hadn't had intimacy for some time. By now I pulled her onto the floor and my cock was so hard that all I wanted was to slide into her vagina and she appreciated it and once again groaned uncontrollably and we both climaxed together and held her in my arms both hoping to experience this again soon.

22 June 2023

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The table stretched on, almost for ever. Piled high with cups, saucers and oh, so many plates of the richest cream cakes. Alice felt uncomfortable. Ever since drinking from the bottle marked “Drink Me” she had become much bigger but her clothes were tight. The buttons on her shirt strained to stay closed. Her firm nipples pushed hard on the fabric of her shirt. Her dress was short, very short, exposing her long legs. She sat at the table, struggling to keep her modesty. Her head was full of clouds, but she felt strangely relaxed. What was in that bottle? “Tea?” Asked The Hatter. “Or would you prefer me?” Alice blinked. What was going on? The Hatter stood beside Alice at the table. He couldn’t help but stare down her shirt. Alice turned to the man standing at her chair, her eyes level with his waist. “Tea? I think I need something stronger” she mumbled, “perhaps something to eat?” Alice opened her mouth as The Hatter hand fed her cream cake. The cream, so fresh, dripped onto her chest. “Oops!” She giggled. “I’m making a bit of a mess” “Allow me,” said The Hatter as he knelt between her knees. He kissed her soft cream covered skin. Alice closed her eyes. “All gone”, he murmured. Alice grinned as she said “are you sure?” Casually she dropped a whole slice of cake on her shirt. The Hatter laughed as… Asad laughed as he watched the cream saturate the overstretched shirt. "Oh this shirt is ruined" she sighed. Alice smiled at The Hatter as she undid the buttons and slipped the shirt off her shoulders, it landed - a sticky mess on the floor. "Hatter" she said, "I like the way you nibble cream from my skin, would you mind?" The Hatter's blue eyes twinkled as he noticed cream smeared on Alice's neck, shoulders and breasts. Holding her tenderly he nibbled his way to those wondrous breasts - no longer restrained by clothing. Alice realised it wasn't the tea making her dizzy, it was The Hatter.  "Oh" she thought, "A Mad Hatter's Tea Party has unexpected goodies". She leaned into The Hatter and whispered ... “It’s my turn now.” She fumbled with his belt buckle. The bulge in his jeans was huge. Finally the jeans rivet popped open and the zip slid down. With two hands she eased his jeans off and released his manhood. His penis was everything she wanted. Long and firm and hot to her touch. Her fingers lightly caressed the shaft all the way down to his balls. She wanted to tease and tickle him, to gently rub him up and down until he could take it no more. The Hatter had eaten the cream off her hot bare skin and now she wanted the cream of his manhood in her mouth. Alice enjoyed feeling the magnificent piece of manhood in her hands.  She explored the hot flesh with her mouth and tongue, tasting the pre-cum.  She relished witnessing The Hatter's pleasure.  Aware that he was very aroused and that she was very wet, Alice let The Hatter know that she longed to feel his cock inside her. The Hatter smiled, "Of course my dear!"  Alice slipped off her knickers and climbed on, feeling every inch of his shaft as she lowered her hips. Her pussy lips gripped his cock and she wriggled as she slid down his shaft. Alice softly moaned as the full length of his penis pushed into her. She was close to her peak. It didn’t take more than a couple of long thrusts before she felt The Hatter’s body tense, then soften. "I like deep connection" she murmured in between passionate kisses.  Time stopped, they enjoyed every pulse, every movement, every touch, as they learned about each other from the inside. The Hatter held her firmly, his broad hands holding her hips. His penis, limp, was still inside her, holding back the waves of cum that he had shot into her. Alice wanted more, but first, she had to lie down and get comfortable. This was going to be a long night. The Hatter, stood nude before her. Her eyes hungrily took in his strong muscular body. His broad chest and arms glistened in the light. His chin was damp with the cream he had eaten from her breasts and it dripped onto his chest. Rivulets of cream worked their way down his body towards his pubic hair and Alice’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of his penis as it slowly grew more and more erect. Alice licked her lips as her right hand moved toward her groin, her own pubic hair tingled as her fingers sought out her lips. They were already moist. Her left hand touched her left breast, fingernails circling her erect nipple. Alice closed her eyes as she remembered the feeling of his tongue on her breast. Alice could feel the heat building between her legs. Her feelings of pleasure grew as her right hand found her clit. The Hatter watched. A smile crossed his face as Alice played with herself. Her mouth opened slightly and a soft moan slipped out. Her fingers worked faster, he could see her body growing tense and her moans became louder until she screamed with passion. Her body slumped. Her eyes opened as she grinned at The Hatter. His hands were working on his cock, rubbing and stroking, in perfect rhythm with Alice’s fingers as they danced between her pussy lips. The Hatter leaned over her body, he could feel his passions rising. He’d already shot one load deep into Alice, now it was time to shoot his cream over her creamy skin. Alice stared at the tip of his penis, watching his hand as it pumped the shaft. She was hungry for his cum. “Give me your cream, cover me,” she cried, opening her mouth wide, her tongue extending. “I want to eat your cum like a one of your cream cakes!” That was all the encouragement The Hatter needed. With a shout, he shot his load up and over Alice’s chest. A few large white drops plopped onto Alice’s tongue. Just enough, as she licked her lips, tasting his salty essence. The rest splashed across her breasts, his cream mingling with the remains of the cream cake, leaving her skin hot and sticky. They were both spent, physically and emotionally. His cock relaxed, no longer stiff and firm. Alice could feel his cum as it oozed from her tender cunt. Her hands rubbed her nipples, fresh with more cum. They both needed to rest. “I think we need a shower, together of course.”

18 June 2023

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Recently I became separated and my thoughts started turning towards guys whilst I love pussy couldn’t stop thinking about cock so I went to the nude beach for a day of fun I love showing off in front of people and I thought it be nice to show the boys on the rocks how sexy I am it was a beautiful sunny day are parked. The car started walking down the Trail in my leopardprint G string skimpy top. Couldn’t wait to get to the beach are past a nice couple who are hot and it really turned me on the feeling of my leopard print, G string, rubbing in my crack as I walked was so sexy and I couldn’t wait to get to the beach and on arrival. I noticed plenty of couples on the beach and a lot of guys hanging around the rocks and I thought wow I should show them what I’m about, I noticed everyone was nude. So when I arrived, I put my towel down Lay down in my G string for awhile. This really nice guy came past and said I haven’t seen you here before and I said no it’s my first time I’m just looking to explore he was totally naked and has a nice 7 inch cut cock and it turned me on , I thought I can’t like guys or can I told him to sit down and we had a chat and I asked him does he come off and what happens or goes on and he said I come once a week and everyone just plays swims has a nice time and he said you’re pretty hot babe And I said thank you so are you and so is your cock I said do you mind if I put my lips around it? It just looks so nice. He said sure do what you want I’m yours baby and with that I just Melton I just felt so sexy, so horny I reached over and said can I kiss you he said sure I Lenton touch his lips, felt his tongue and got so hard and then distract him and never felt hotter. I noticed a few other guys watching but didn’t care I had my man I took him in my mouth While she was kneeling, he was so hard and juicy. It was my first cock and I loved it. I love sucking it feeling it tasting it. It was cut it was gorgeous. I was thinking why haven’t I been doing this more? It was so nice having a guy want me and I wanted him rubbing my hand inside his leg, so beautiful, and I could see him getting harder as I just put my tongue out and kissed him more and more and more I couldn’t stop it. It wasn’t his first time, but it was mine, and it felt so right he said why don’t we go for a walk and I said sure you grab my hand we stood up both naked and walked along the pathway past all the boys. It was so sexy I love showing off and I love having my handheld it was so nice been in nature walking around the pine guys watching holding a man’s hand. It was kinky but sexy. We went for a swim and it was so nice wrapping my arms around his shoulders mossy help me I’m just having a nice kiss and feel so hot. He made me feel so comfortable so sexy and so welcome.

17 June 2023

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We met for coffee. I had tea funnily enough, and spilt it nervously over the table and he with an impatience fetched napkins off other tables. My peripheral vision picked up the 4 guys in bikkie gear very near-by ...nervous that they may hear our feeble conversation disguised as to our ensuing arousal at meeting and future playdate if i could get past now.! but maybe falling flat here too... he wasn't giving anything away. Who's playing Dom already! The new man who stood tall and broad shouldered above me, was making utterances under his breath about the size of their bikes his was bigger something about a 750 Triumph only English rode fast nearly died broken bones....such and such and ..... i was getting frustrated at his bad manners..or was it my frustration at not knowing where i stood, why I desired him more.. want what's out of reach maybe.... He said let's go... We walked to our cars, byes nothing more coming out from his lips. The strong and silent type I s'pose, nah nothing ok bye I got in and drove away wondered where it fell flat... put him out of my head and got on with my day.... An invite to his for dinner he's cooking and bring something to stay over in... leave that with your imagination he said as he hung up. huh so rude. I was greeted by a huge dog at his gate only for her to roll over on her side and want belly rubs.. I was smitten... and then he appeared and the dark lord had now revealed himself. I smiled with a relief. Dressed in his pjs, though very handsome pjs they were with slippers, a pipe hanging from his lips.. i don't believe this i thought to myself out of a movie come on is he for real though English men will do that... eccentric types mostly which gets me hot every time. "I wanted to make you feel comfortable at dinner so when you strip off and wear what I have laid out for you on my bed you won't feel so naked darling" he kinda whispered...raising the hairs on my arms and more so my body had a knee jerk response to. I felt it twitch between my legs. He leading the way to his door and straight to his room....lit with four-post bed in the middle. Then he said come here, he flicked on a light to a room that was a den he called it his den. Ha! never heard that one. What have I gotten myself into... he did say "you're too vanilla" very early on in our brief conversations. A bed. High off the ground. Taking stock of the room with various toys, metal, glass, a swing, books, more dildos than you can poke a dildo at, somethings looked like plasticine multi-coloured dragons? wrong- i was to find out. I said let me get dressed for dinner... as i went towards the outfit...stripping off in a hurry i was now hungry horny and hot and impatient. Couldn't stand the waiting, the rampant imagination taking hold or the anticipation of something out of my world... so I walked into the kitchen, wearing the garments. Garments that's funny. Leather straps and not much else holding me up and feeling very turned on. A black fine lace g-string with only thin straps meeting at the back above my cheeks and thin lace triangle at the front matched by a lace bra thin straps and tiny triangles to cover just, tottering on the black high heels( i packed) hmmmm what how when but damn it felt good. He was seated at the kitchen table facing me as I walked in. I noticed for the first time a soft jazz type music coming from lounge a jazz trumpet i thought for a flash o god be still brain...Drink in hand and pipe now in ash tray ... how do I remember all these details? Heightened senses alight, it's like the smell of sex imprinted on the retina...raw energy to come .. the smell of his pipe tobacco, the dinner on stove, champagne flutes sparkling on the table, the silver ice bucket with condensation on it, ice bucket are you serious .. with French champagne in and i needed a drink NOW i said to wake him from his languid now cat eaten dinner pose to serve me a drink quick please.. my juices were stewing and i wanted him more than ever. Can he read my mind .. it's slow motion and i detect a warm glow about him too. The heat in the kitchen is for real.. he stands up from his chair, towers above me takes me in to him for a minute , i can smell him, want to ravage him and him me. He kisses me and then it's all or nothing he is devouring me with his hot mouth tongue circling my ear, his lips on my ear nibbling lobes and down my neck soft moist lips caressing my neck, firm hand encircles my neck , holds it for not long enough, back to our mouths, he holds me and devours me there with his mouth. He then stands apart, I laugh. My lips are sore a bit... the force of our mouths on each... wow.. What ? He scoops me up and at once over his shoulder staggers for a minute, then down the hall...crashing me up against the wall.. he gets down, buries his head, his mouth on me hands firm on my thighs willing them to part he plants his face in me the black lace is getting wet, panties pulled to one side my lips bare and smooth for him to gaze at and then his tongue goes to work.. I'm helpless with hands in his hair as i look down pushed up against the wall and lost all strength as his tongue caresses me up and down and around, inside and out, moist soft strokes at me coaxing out moans of madness.. i need to be horizontal. i want to touch him too.. i say. hmm indeed he says.. he rises and we kiss more to stagger the rest of the way to his room. Crashing on to bed he unbuckles the leather around my waist fingers are soft and teasing me he reaches and unbuckles from between my legs and I laugh again. Lace panties pulled down legs ouch pain so worth it and i want to reach out and touch him but he's busy ... go to kitchen pour me a drink i say in what must be madness... on it! he says. I smile a smile of more to come. Ice cold bucket and bottle are placed bedside and glass in hand I prop myself up on elbows to watch him, my thighs open slightly , relaxed and turned on and as i gulp a mouthful of cold liquid, a stray ice cube is inserted into my now hot wet cunt.. ahhhhh... fuck.... ice and heat, the sting, it's generating heat, it slips out and he's on me mouths again hot and wet i forget and the glass goes to floor.. i find him and can feel him through the silk of his pants.. tracing the hard erection and head. shirt off and pants pulled down as he lies on the bed kicking them off with haste entering me hard and deep and then faster deeper we fuck. A woman never tells all.... So began my journey in a four poster bed with a tall eccentric Englishman, a man cave and that's only half of it....

14 June 2023

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She slumped over her desk. It sucked being a receptionist. Answer phones, put calls through. Meaningless and boring. 19 years old and in a boring job, a job which she hoped would make her father happy. He was a business man after all, through and through. She longed to be outside, but instead, she was stuck indoors, taking phone calls for rich, older men. She felt meaningless, small. In a company that overlooked young women and promoted her male counterparts. Sighing, she adjusted her stockings. The clips were new, but were faulty. She didn’t care, she dressed for herself, and no one else. She bent down behind her desk, and felt the softness of her stockings all the way up to her mid thigh. Then to the clasp that fixed her black, sheer, stockings to her belt. She felt sexy, powerful, in a male Dominated workplace. Her attention was quickly dashed away by a phone call. Her receptionist duties called once again. She finished the call and immediately looked up to see a manager holding something in his hands. “Uhh, I found this in the hallway” she said, clutching the item. “Oh” she gasped, eyes wide but trying to hide her embarrassment. “I’ll see that the person gets this” She grabbed the item from the manager. It was obvious to her that it was one of her stocking snaps. No wonder her garter belt seemed off balance. She turned red. The manager stared at her and smirked a dry smirk and headed off back to his office. She groaned and muttered “how embarrassing” while fascinating it back onto her undergarment. Later on in the afternoon, the receptionist did her rounds, dutifully, delivering the office mail to its recipients. The manager was one of those recipients. Before opening his door, she took a deep breath. ‘There’s no way of knowing it was mine’ she thought, as her hand lingered on the doorknob to his office. She breathed out, and pushed open the door. “Mail” she said, with a nice big smile on her face. “Ah thank you” came the reply from the man, 24 years her senior. She walked around to his desk, on the same side as he was sitting. He was on the phone and seemingly occupied. She dutifully took the mail out of the cart and placed it in his in box on his desk. At the same time, his hand slipped below his desk and onto her stocking, below her black pencil skirt. She froze, eyes gaping but said nothing. She slipped his phone free hand up under her skirt, felt her garter clips and then turned to her and winked. She blushed. He knew! Her face softened and she smiled sweetly at him. While still on a phone call, his hand slipped up under her skirt, feeling her thighs and her bottom, held perfectly in black lace to match her garters…

13 June 2023

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The night was dark and so was the small room. The only light came from the old computer screen, as it glowed and hummed on the small desk. He was sitting in a specially large comfortable chair, concentrating on the screen with the keyboard resting on his lap. An open bottle of white wine rested on the desktop. A half full glass in his hand. Images, text, flashed across the screen. Casually, he started typing. “What are you wearing?” He sipped wine while waiting for a response. “Nothing but a happy expression!” The reply flashed up on his computer screen. He grinned to himself as he knew this wasn’t true. Ping! went the computer. Leaning forward he clicked on the new message. No message this time. Instead a photo popped open on the screen. A fantastically proportioned female body appeared. Discreetly, the head had been cropped from the image. The torso was covered in a black lace bodysuit, tightly covering each curve, highlighting the exquisite features while hiding the more explicit details. He grinned. His eyes took in every inch, every curve, lingering on the cup of each breast. Was that a pink hint of nipple, hiding under the lace? There was a stirring in his jeans. “I’ve got a happy expression,” he typed “but you seem to be wearing more.” He refilled his glass as he waited for a response. It was only a few minutes before the computer went “ping” again. “I don’t want to catch a chill.” “I can suggest something to warm you up” he replied. “Mmm, tell me more.” “If you remove the lace, your warm hands could keep the chill away.” Minutes passed. Had he gone too far? He drank another glass of wine. Anticipation grew as did the bulge in his jeans. Finally, a response. No words, but a file was attached. Fumbling over the mouse, he clicked on the file. A more intimate photo this time. The lace was gone. Delicate hands protected the modesty of each breast. One tiny nipple peeked out between the fingers of one hand, just enough to cause him to feel a tingle in his pants as his erection grew. Ping went the computer. “Is this more to your liking?” “Mmm” was all he could manage. “Do you know what I’m doing?” Prompted the computer. Before he could reply, the computer Pinged again. “My nipples are firm and I’m stroking, wet and swollen.” On reading this, he unbuckled and slipped off his jeans. His erection pushed against his underpants, released from the prison of his jeans, it seemed to grow even harder. “My juices are flowing. Muscles tingling. Waves cascading,” came the next unsolicited message. Unconsciously one handed slipped down to his pants, while he gulped more wine. His fingers encountered damp fabric. His pre cum had flooded his underwear. The ping from the computer caught him by surprise. He was deep in his own fantasy. The photo that opened on his screen was almost too much. Everything was visible. Soft milky white skin covered firm round breasts. Cherry pink areola surrounded a proud firm nipple. His hand grasped his solid shaft as he realised the this nipple was aroused by the thought of him. His jeans and underwear were on the floor and his ankle was propped up on the desk when the next photo pinged. No breasts were visible this time. The photo showed a small hand between the firm female thighs. The thumb was lurking in the pubic hair. At least one finger had disappeared into the pink folds of her womanhood. This image pushed him over the edge. His hand, rubbing his shaft, spreading his pre cum all over his tip got faster and it was all he could do to grab some tissues before he climaxed! The last ping from the computer said, “I’m blissed” He couldn’t reply. *** *** Epilogue Wearing only his T-shirt, his jeans and underwear abandoned on the floor, he got out of his chair and walked out of the room. Walking down the hallway, his penis swinging with each step, his erection began to grow again. He opened the first door on the left without knocking. The room was furnished identically to his. A black lace bodysuit lay on the floor. The computer screen cast a warm glow on the naked woman sitting at the desk. A bottle of lube was open on the desk. Turning to him she said “that was fun. Next time, I want to pretend to be the doctor and I can give you a full body physical exam.” Still sitting in the chair, she reached over to grab his cock. Holding his erection with one hand she gave it a quick kiss on the tip as she stood up. Shuffling around, still holding his cock, she sat him down on the computer chair. Her body was damp from her own activities but she ached for more. She faced the computer, placed both hands on the edge of the desk, and reversed onto him. She wiggled slightly as he guided his penis into her. Gently, slowly she sat back on his lap, feeling his shaft sink deeper and deeper into her cunt. His hands reached around her, grasping both breasts, his head on her shoulder. Carefully she moved one of his hands, placing it on the keyboard next to hers. She bobbed up and down on his shaft. She was comfortably blissed by the feelings that emanating from her cunt. Relaxing back into his chest with his cock firmly inside her, she said “this is how we write the next chapter.” *** *** The next chapter She bounced on his lap, his cock stiff inside her. She could feel his pressure building and it made her own excitement escalate. She couldn’t control herself anymore. With a little squeal she came and she felt his final thrust as he came too. He was firmly gripping her breasts as he thrust into her. Her thighs held his penis in a vice like grip. As her excitement rose, he quickened his movements until together they came! She squealed. He moaned. As they relaxed in their bliss, their combined juices soaked the chair.

13 June 2023

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It was early in the afternoon when Angel arrived at the photographer’s studio. She had decided that it was time to refresh her portfolio. It had been some time since her dancing photos had updated and she wanted a new perspective. Despite the studio being attached to his home, it was very professionally set out. Lights on tripods, various background screens and a table full of cameras and other electronic equipment showed that this was not an amateur arrangement. She noted one of the cameras was a Leica and probably worth more than her car. It was next to the latest iPad. Old next to new. The room was not a sterile environment. It was part of his home, and a comfortable lounge and two easy chairs offered a relaxing side. “Make yourself comfortable,” he said, “there’s tea, coffee or if you want, some wine” “I’d love a gin and tonic. It’s been a while since I’ve professionally modelled.” Angel had explained on the phone earlier that she was a semi professional dancer but her dancing had been sidelined in the last couple of years for a number of reasons. New circumstances in a new town offered the opportunity to ‘get back on the horse’ as she termed it. She was nervous. She gulped half of her drink then said “right, where do we begin?” “You can change in the room on the left, while I get my gear. We’ll start with some action shots of you dancing then move to some portraits in costume.” Minutes later Angel swirled back into the studio, wearing her sequinned bodysuit. Tassels hung from her brightly coloured outfit, swinging from her breasts. Lace stockings covered her long dancers legs and Angel had bright yellow feathers in her hair. He had turned on the stereo and was playing the cd she’d given him earlier. She twirled, the camera in his hands clicking, music pulsating. After five minutes, Angel changed costumes and had another strong drink. More music followed and the afternoon wore on. Angel was enjoying herself and getting a little tipsy as she performed her last pirouette. “Thank you so much. This is fun” Maybe it was all the gin, maybe it was the excitement of dancing again, but for whatever reason Angel slipped a brief kiss on him as she danced off to change back to her day clothes. When she reentered the room, wearing blue jeans and a black T-shirt, he was standing at the camera table with a drink in one hand. The afternoon sun was streaming in the window. Soon it would be dark. “Do you feel up to some casual portraits” he asked. “Sure,” Angel replied striking a pose, one hand on her hip and the other behind her head. Her breasts stretched the soft fabric of her shirt. Somehow in the rush of changing clothes, she forgotten her bra. He laughed. “Nothing so formal. Just sit over on the lounge and relax.” He had the iPad and as Angel repositioned herself on the lounge, he clicked a few shots. They chatted, she drank, he “clicked “ with the iPad. Angel was enjoying his company, and felt a bit adventurous. “Can I pose for you” she asked with a grin. “Something a bit different?” Without waiting for his reply, Angel whipped off her T-shirt, tossing it to one side. Her hands cupped her breasts, protecting her modesty. The iPad clicked softly. *** *** He caught the T-shirt with one hand. It was warm from Angel’s body. As he threw it back to her there was a wisp of her perfume. “Put it back on, but tight as possible,” he suggested. Turning her back to him, Cara knotted the soft black cotton so it was stretched to its limits. She faced him, her midriff bare and her nipples proud. “Better”, he said, as he clicked more photos. Angel arched her back as she posed. With a smile, she turned he back on him, bending low. Her arse was perfectly formed in her blue jeans. When she faced him, Angel could easily see the bulge in his jeans. Angel licked her lips as she downed another gin and tonic. She bent over again, she liked how her arse looked in this pose. It also hid from him that Angel was unbuckling her jeans. She sat back on the lounge. “Can I see what you’ve done?” She asked innocently. Taking the iPad to the table he said “sure”. Angel moved up behind him, looking over his shoulder as images flicked across the iPad. “These look good,” she said, moving in front of him. He pressed up against her as she went from image to image. Clever camera angles meant that none of her nakedness was visible, just enough to tease. The bulge in his jeans grew bigger. Angel sat on the lounge, her belt undone but her jeans remained closed. Angel could feel the effect of several gins on an empty stomach. It gave her confidence to pop her jeans and slowly her fingers started to slide her zip down. If the size of the bulge in his jeans indicated his arousal, it was matched by the increasing dampness of her black underwear. *** Reaching to put her glass on the table, Angel’s jeans slide to the floor. He moved to put the iPad away and she stopped him with a word. “No. Keep going. These are for my personal collection” she said as she kicked off her jeans. “I feel like Michael Jackson,” Angel laughed as she posed provocatively with one hand on her crotch. Her delicate white fingers were a stark contrast with the black cotton underwear. As she moonwalked in front of him, she laughed. “How about this,” she asked, hooking her thumb under her waistband and pulling her underwear low. Thin wisps of pubic hair appeared. Angel enjoyed teasing him. Angel danced over to him and carefully undid his belt and jeans. The bulge was huge and Angel wanted to see the treasures encased in his jeans. With a little difficulty, his jeans were gone. His erection pushed against the thin cotton fabric of his underwear. The tip was clearly outlined. He moved towards her. She pushed him back and sat on the edge of the lounge, her long legs spread wide. He leaned back against the desk and watched. Angel moaned slightly as she finally removed her T-shirt. She caressed her freed nipples while he stared hungrily. Angel picked up his iPad and began taking photos. “Play with yourself, please” she murmured, “I want to see you enjoy yourself.” He didn’t need much encouragement. Quickly removing his clothing, he leaned back, fully nude and very visibly aroused. As Angel watched him rub his hand up his shaft, her fingers crept under the band of her underwear. Moving with a rhythm to match his hand, she stroked herself. She watched as his pre cum was spreading across the tip of his penis. At the same time, her fingers felt her juices being to flow. Angel didn’t have time to pull down her underwear. She didn’t want to stop caressing her clit and her eyes were locked on his pulsing body. When she sensed that he was ready and just before her own climax engulfed her, she fell to her knees before him. She grasped his bum pulling him closer as she gently kissed his cock. It tasted salty. Her tongue licked his knob and she could feel his excitement. “Wait, please wait” she cried, falling onto her back, dragging him down on top of her. Pulling her underwear to one side, she quickly guided him into her wet cunt. One thrust was all that was required. Together they peaked. His sperm burst into her as tingling waves of emotion cascaded over her body. They stayed locked together as the evening shadows fell across the room. Later, they re-enacted some of the iPad photos and took more to inspire themselves later. Angel particularly enjoyed taking photos of him and his cock, while he wanted to relive her fingers exposing the first hints of her pubic hair emerging from her tight, damp underwear.

12 June 2023

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There was a knock on the door just as I was getting into the shower one evening. I turned off the water and put a towel around myself and went to investigate. Low and behold it was my lovely neighbour from next door. She immediately apologised for the interruption and asked if I had any virgin olive oil as she had run out and was preparing a long roasted eggplant for dinner. Luckily I was able to oblige. We briefly chatted small talk and then she departed with the oil. Later that evening I was finishing washing the dishes in my pyjamas when I heard someone call my name. Upon opening the door it was my neighbour returning the olive oil, plus a morsel of the roasted egg plant to say thankyou. I asked her in, quickly finished the dishes and then offered her a wine. I also suggested she should perhaps head home as her husband would be worried. She then said he was away with his mates for the weekend and then opened up about how they had not had any intimacy for months. In no time the wine had gone to her head. Because my partner had been overseas for six weeks I could relate to how she felt. In a matter of minutes we were kissing and she placed her warm hand down my pyjamas. Needless to say I got a huge erection and in a flash she had her lips wrapped around the head on my throbbing cock. We both knew this was what we were craving after weeks of missing the touching and endorphin buzz. I caressed her nipples with my tongue until she could no longer resist. I knew then it was time to take my big boy to her so I lent her gently over the kitchen table and slid inside her slippery and warm fanny. In a matter of minutes she started moaning, I slowly kept gliding in and out whilst cupping her breasts in my hands. Then an earthquakes of sorts erupted and we both collapsed in a lather of joy on the floor. I gave her a big hug and finished our wine musing over the amazing random albeit short interlude. Probably the best adrenalin rush I will ever have. Thank God for eggplant.

11 June 2023

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The sound of water flowing into the bath echoed through the house. She added some essential oils, jasmine tonight, and started to light the candles around the room. It was a large bathroom, just off the main bedroom and next to the lounge which had a roaring fire already going. The free standing marble bath was big enough for two. An armchair in the corner was piled high with soft white towels. She went into the bedroom and stripped off her clothes. Short boots, blue jeans and her favourite black and white checkered shirt fell to the fall. She never wore a bra as she hated the tight feeling. Fortunately her breasts were small and firm so she didn’t need the excess support. She did have some lacy things but they were only for showing off her perfectly formed body and only used when ‘company’ was expected. Wearing only her small black lace underwear, she walked back to the bathroom. The water level was rising nicely. Steam and the fragrance of jasmine filled the room. The ambience of the candles added the necessary warm glow. Peeling off her lace underwear and wiping the full length mirror with a small hand towel, she paused to admire her reflection. “Not bad” she thought. “No longer the trim body of an 18 year old, but definitely still a head turner.” Impulsively she snapped a selfie of her reflection. The steam added an artistic blur and the phone hid her face. “An anonymous art pic,” she thought. “I’ll send him that later, to make him sweat and see what he’s missing.” She turned the taps off as she stepped into the water. It was a little hotter than she anticipated so she stood there for a minute as her body adjusted to the temperature. Lowering herself into the bubbles, she felt the heat of the water as it firstly matched then overpowered, the heat in her loins. She sighed deeply as she relaxed backwards into the bath, the bubbles coming up to cover her milky white breasts. “Mmm, I’d love a drink” she thought and instantly her imagination conjured up a suitably French wine waiter in a dress suit. Of course he carried an unnaturally large wine list. “Bonjour Mademoiselle. Would you care for an aperitif?” “Might I suggest some bubbles to go with your bubbles” continued the fantasy man. “Will someone be joining you” the image enquired. “Non, d’accord. In that case I suggest, as the old adage goes, white bubbles deserve white wine. We have a lovely Chateau d’Cardbord. A cheeky little drop.” She smiled to herself. Even her imagination had an attitude. She reached for the bottle by the bath and filled her glass. It was cool and clear and helped her relax her mind while the hot bath relaxed her body. She soaked away her cares and drank half a bottle. Feeling very mellow, her hands began to wash off the bubbles from all over her skin. They linger on her soft white breasts and as her fingernails trace circles around her areolas, her nipples stand up proudly. She smiles at the image of her small pink ‘mountains’ rising over a sea of bubbles. She thinks of the trashy novel that she’s been reading. It’s a cheap paperback, a so-called romance novel but it's really just fantasy. The heroine always needs rescuing and is always swooning into the arms of some strong male. A quick kiss always leads to a “long night of passion” and there’s never a telltale wet spot in the bed. Still, it is fun to read and imagine. With a contented sigh, she moves her hands lower. The mound of her womanhood, covered by bubbles, is the destination. Her fingers delicately move through her bubble covered pubic hair and she moans softly as they get to work. She’s in the right mood and it doesn’t take long. Bath water splashes as she gets too excited. She collapses back into the water and sighs deeply. She is content. As the water cools she climbs out of the bath and wraps a huge, soft white towel around her body. She picks up her trashy novel on the way to the lounge. Spreading the towel in front of the fire and opening the book at a well thumbed page. The remaining wine quickly disappears as she reads. With the empty glass discarded, her fingers once again start to explore her body. The heroine is in trouble again and she expects some serious swooning to be on the next page. “One more chapter, then bed”, she thought as she sighed with pleasure, her body tingling.

10 June 2023

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