Jim was an office worker. He sometimes went to the asian massage shop in the local shopping centre to get a neck and shoulder massage. He decided to try the new shop that had just opened around the corner. He went in and asked for a full body massage. He was escorted to a room and asked to wait for the massage lady to come in. She arrived quickly and proceeded to undress him. He thought this was a bit unusual but went along with it. She fully undressed him until he was completely naked. She then undressed herself in front of him. Jim was a bit unsure although his manhood was starting to swell as he was naked and now she was. She went behind him and started rubbing his shoulders, then his neck. She then run her hands down to his cock and gave it a bit of a rub. She asked him to lay on the massage table face down. She ran her hand under him, grasped his hard penis and laid it out between his legs. She climbed onto him and kneed his back and legs with her naked legs, which he thought was really good. After some time of rubbing her body all over his back she asked him to turn over. Her small body showing all the glory of a young lady with perfect breasts, nipples and a shaved pussy. She climbed on top of him and rubbed his chest and head. As she was massaging his head, her pussy rested just in front of his face. He couldn't resist so poked his tongue out and inserted it slightly inside her young pussy. She seemed very happy with this action and massaged his head even more. Once she finished with his head she moved her body down his naked body and sat herself onto his erect penis. His penis slid straight inside her now wet pussy and he felt the comfort of her slippery pussy hugging his swollen manhood. She continued massaging his chest whilst he was inside her warm wet shaven pussy. She them moved herself further down his legs his swollen cock sliding out of her warm pussy. She massaged his stomach and then wrapped her small hands around his cock sliding them up and down heightening his sexual arousal. Once she finished she climbed off the table and asked him to also stand up off the table. She then lifted herself up onto the table, slid to the side and opened her legs. She asked Jim to put himself inside her now very warm and wet pussy. He didn't hesitate. He placed himself between her legs inserting his now large manhood inside her small wet pussy. He could feel her pussy applying pressure all around his swollen cock. He proceed to slide in and out of her making sure his large manhood didn't fully exit. She gazed into his eyes as her rammed his pulsating cock in and out of her. She gasped and moaned and eventually at the same he exploded his cum deep inside her she shivered with orgasmic waves. He unloaded his entire load and then withdrew allowing his cloudy cum to ooze from her tight pussy. She asked if he enjoyed her massage, to which he replied, he hasn't had one of these massages before, but he will be back. "Massage?"

30 July 2025

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I fucked a female police officer in the Police Station she worked at... she lived in the attached house and it wasn't a station that was manned all the time... She wore her uniform for me She came into the retail store where I worked and bought some equipment that needed to be delivered and set up... middle of summer and her house didn't have a great air conditioner, so she wasn't wearing much when I arrived. Kids were at school as I landed at her place just after midday. She made me a drink. Watched me as I unpacked it all. One of her friends called in to say hello as I was there, and they went outside to have a chat and a cool drink. The friend was hurried off quickly once they came back inside and it was back to just the 2 of us. I finished what i had to do, picked up all of my tools and rubbish, hen came back in to do a final check... She was standing in the kitchen with my drink, and she asked me if I wanted to finish it... Will tell you the rest as you are on your hands and knees in front of me with my dildo machine rhythmically fucking you

29 July 2025

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I lie awake and listen to her breathing, rhythmic, relaxed in sleep, I can smell her hair on the pillow beside me. A band of streetlight steals in and illuminates the sensuous, womanly curves until they disappear beneath the sheets. I reach an arm over to embrace her, she pulls me to her, her skin warm on mine, she clasps my hand to her naked breast. The scent of our lovemaking is in the air and on our bodies, but her hair, closer to my face now, smells clean and fresh. A stirring begins deep within as my manhood rests against her buttocks. My thumb gently strokes her nipple and it hardens beneath my touch, she sighs lightly and moves even firmer against me. Hardening now, my mouth kisses and nuzzles her neck and shoulder, I slide my trapped arm under and around her to cup and caress her breasts, my top hand free to stroke and roam those curves. She stirs and shivers, her hand takes mine and guides it the moist juncture of her thighs, She turns her head now, her mouth meeting mine, tongues touching and teasing, I notice her breath increasing as she begins to rock gently against me. My gentle stirring is a longing now. My fingers slide along her wet slit, the lips parting easily as my experienced fingers seek the bud of her clit. My other hand, fingers in her hair pull her mouth firmer onto mine swallowing the moans of my caresses. Engorged now, my hardness seeks release and my fingers guide me into her. She arches away from me, driving her hips further onto my waiting pole. The hot dampness of her sex is exquisite agony as it grips my manhood, and I grab her shoulder for the leverage to pull her repeatedly onto me. There are no words, our coupling is enough, and we both sense the impending climax. She cries out and I feel her grip me at the same time I feel myself pulse deep inside her. Still joined, we collapse in each others arms, a tender kiss and we drift slowly back to sleep...

29 July 2025

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Harry was working from home this day. His wife had gone to work and his children had gone to school. He decided to go for a quick walk before getting into his work. As he walked down the road, he noticed his new neighbours car in the driveway. The new neighbour had just moved in and he hadn't met them yet so decided to knock on the door and introduce himself. Sally answered the door. Harry introduced himself, and told her where he lived. Sally asked him in for a drink. She told him that she had recently separated and so moved out into this new home on her own. She said that she was about to have a shower and if he could wait for her then she would make him a drink and talk further. He agreed. Five minutes later she called out to him and asked for some help. He went to the bathroom door and asked what he could do. Sally asked him to get the new bottle of shampoo from the kitchen bench and bring it to her. He got the shampoo and proceeded into the bathroom where he saw Sally's naked body in the shower. She turned to him and reached out with one hand to take the shampoo bottle. Her other hand was between her legs and he could see her finger sliding in and out of herself. She was shaved down there and her skin looked so soft. Sally asked if he could get into the shower with her and wash her hair. He quickly agreed. He got undressed and entered the shower. He could feel, and see his penis getting larger. Sally put some shampoo into his hand. He stood in front of her and started massaging the shampoo into her long hair. Sally put some body soap into her hands and started rubbing it onto Harrys shoulders and chest. She kept soaping up his body and worked her way down until one of her hands wrapped around his now hard cock. Her other hand cupped his balls and started massaging soap into them. One hand slowly working up and down his hard shaft and the other grasping and massaging his balls. Harry was also shaved down there so his soft skin was easily rubbed by her warm hands. He had also had the snip so was ready for anything that may happen. As he massaged the shampoo into her hair he was thinking he just wanted to suck her nipples. He decided to make a move. He gently lifted one of her breasts and pressed his head over it taking her nipple into his mouth. His tongue then started circling and massaging her soft wet nipple with his lips firmly around her breast. After some time he took his mouth of her breast and couldn't help but to start kissing her soft wet lips. They kissed passionately whilst her hands were still servicing him. He put some soap in his hand and started rubbing it onto her body. He worked his way down. His hand went down and up her left leg, then down and up her right leg with slippery soap. He then used his middle finger and slid it down the left side of her pussy lips and then the right side making sure he didn't touch her middle opening. He did this for some time, slowly down and up the left and right side. He could feel her chest taking in more air and almost gasping as his finger got closer to her love hole. They were still slowly embracing each others soft lips. He then poked his tongue inside her mouth and at the same time slid his middle finger inside her soft wet pussy. She groaned slightly as she started to suck his tongue. His finger worked its way inside her, massaging her slippery wet clit. He could feel that she was very wet inside. After some time, he removed his finger and knelt down in front of her and placed his mouth over her entire pussy. She felt his tongue penetrate her pussy lips and slide inside her. Harry felt her hands on the back of his head as she pushed his face harder between her legs. He massaged her clit with his tongue until she orgasmed. He then got up and they both got out of the shower and dried themselves. Harry took Sally's hand and led her to the bedroom and sat her on the end of the bed. He placed himself between her legs. He ran his hands through her hair and gently guided her mouth to the end of his throbbing cock. Her lips circled his cock and he could feel her tongue swirling around the end of it. He pulled her head closer to him watching her pink wet lips slide along his hard shaft. He gently pushed and pulled her head so her lips worked the entire length of his cock. He then let her take over. She sucked and licked his cock all over before lifting it up and placing his whole ball sack into her mouth. He could feel her tongue playing with and massaging his balls, moving from one to the other. Her hand was firmly grasping his throbbing manhood. After some time, she finished wetting his hard cock and soft ball sack and got up onto the bed. Harry watched as she laid back, opened her long legs and placed her middle finger deep inside her. She looked at Harry and said, "I want you inside here right now". Harry didn't hesitate. He got onto the bed placed himself over her and rubbed her pussy lips with his wet penis. She removed her finger from inside herself. He gently moved his body forward and watched as his hard wet cocks' head disappeared between her pussy's wet lips. He pressed further and felt his cock slide deep inside her until his balls were pressed hard up against her pussy. He placed his mouth over her breast again and suckled on her nipple as he slowly worked his hips and guided his hard throbbing cock in and out of her. After some time he could feel his cum wanting to flow. He increased the speed of his body to thrust his hard cock into her deeper and faster. He could feel his cum just wanting to blow. It wasn't long before his hard wet cock erupted a large flow of cum deep inside Sally's pussy. He continued penetrating her until there was no cum left. He stayed inside her for a short time before withdrawing and watching his cum slowly ooze from her soft pussy's mouth. They laid on the bed for a short while then she said thanks for bringing the shampoo into the shower for me. They had a drink before he left and went home to start his work day. Any Sally's?

26 July 2025

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After a few chats and emails we met, there was a spark, a mutual connection that we both recognised. After one such encounter and after trust was established, she accepted my invite to take a seat in my SUV's back-seat, the heat was building once the door closed. We slid closer to one another immediately yet gently kissed, cautiously even with eye contact. I moved down to her neck, carful to not leave any marks. I licked, kissed and circled my tongue along the nape of it. Her breathing became heavy, and the car soon warmed up, windows fogged, and my hands were now at work gently caressing her legs, then her thighs, and sure enough, her mound as her legs parted. She leaned back and opened wider allowing me to slide down beyond public view and commence my feasting of her beautiful pussy. I licked long and slow along each inner thigh, as my thumb circled her clit through her black knickers. I could smell and see her moist excitement as her belly rose up and down in rhythm. I pulled the panties aside and ever so slowly, softly used the flat of my tongue to just make contact as I slid from the bottom to the top of her pussy, she trembled with anticipation, moaning letting out a slight giggle. Her hands then clutched my head, and pulled me in to fully drink, swallow and suck her very hot, wet pussy lips. Oh and how I did! I was willing to drown in her excitement as I tongued and finger fucked both her holes at once into a shuddering orgasm. It was heaven! Once over, we both bode each other farewell, she exited the car, got on with her day and I hoped we would catch up again, but one never knows...

25 July 2025

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‘You’re such a good girl,’ you hear as your heart rate increases, and that familiar warmth spreads from your stomach, up your chest and starts swirling around your body. Feeling your face flush with heat, you smile and anticipate what is coming. ‘I want you on your knees. I want you to show me what a good girl you are for me,’ he calmly demands, and immediately you lower yourself to your knees, feeling the soft carpet beneath them, never taking your eyes away from his gaze and his warm smile. ‘I want you to take my pants down, slowly. I don’t want you to touch me yet, I want to feel your warm breath on me’ he instructs you. The warmth you were feeling has now cantered in your groin, each beat of your heart pounding, filling your core with heat and delicious wetness. Despite his clear instructions, you go to reach for his manhood, but a stern look stops your hands mid-air. With control, you move one hand to your achingly hard nipples, and the other between your sopping wet thighs. ‘I want you to take me in your mouth, but don’t you dare move your hands from where they are. I like seeing you pleasure yourself while you show me what a hungry, horny girl you are for me.’ If your pussy wasn’t already as wet as a July afternoon, it was positively gushing. You imagine the soft, obscene sounds of your wetness soaking the carpet beneath you. Rivers of your moistness runs through your fingers and you eagerly rub yourself to your first orgasm of the night. ‘Oh my god, just like that baby girl’ he moans through gritted teeth. His eyes closed, lost in the bliss of your talented mouth. ‘Keep sucking me just like that, you are so amazing’ he groans which tips you over the edge; powerful orgasm gripping your body and you desperately grind your fingers into yourself and grab your soft flesh tighter. You have enough restraint not to bite down on him, and continue to suck until he can’t hold back and releases himself into your eager mouth. ‘Oh my god baby girl, that’s it!” he moans, eyes closed, lost in the pleasure of your mouth. You make him cum hard. His salty release hits the back of your throat and you take it all with that talented mouth he worships. “I’ve never met someone like you and I appreciate how lucky I am to have the most perfect slut in the world.’

25 July 2025

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I know you knew sending me that GIF at work would start it… his hand trailing provocatively up her thigh as she backed against the table Asking me questions about the height & surface area of my desk Telling me you were picturing tasting me then turning me over I’d forgotten that part of myself for the longest time But the warm insistence between my thighs reminds me as I lock the storeroom door The furthest shelves hide me from prying security eyes as I back against the wall & take purchase of what lies ahead My hand grazes over the front of my jeans, the skin within so ready I imagine you behind me, your lips kissing my neck where I am sooo sensitive, your hands holding my hips firmly, leaning my ass back against your groin. I can feel your cock move as our covered skin begins to create friction. Fuck you’ve gotten hard so quick, it’s beautiful against my ass I gasp as the spark reignites within my pussy and you take the opportunity to move your hands to my stomach then smoothly up to my bra. You cup both boobs and squeeze slowly… perfectly My pussy is quivering in anticipation… But not yet My hands need to be where I’m imaging you, now inside the smooth fabric and running my nipples, tweaking lightly, nipping, cupping, massaging Fuck... ok I give in I’ve been ready for this for 2 hours I need to touch myself... and think of you touching me. One hand stays playing with my breast, the other glides over the front of my jeans Undoing the button and zip Sliding down over my now soaked panties And beneath To heat Wet Slippery So fucking slippery My fingers slide over swollen lips Swollen clit Tracing the folds Tickling Grazing Rubbing Getting wetter One finger glides further Until it slips Inside… slowly & intently A 2nd finger follows Not enough A 3rd Better In Out Slowly teasing Then harder Sooo Wet Velvet Needing Pulsing against my fingers Lifting one foot onto the shelf and wriggling my knickers further down The index finger of my other hand is drawn to my clit Fuck It’s electric Brushing against Rubbing Light pinching If only my fingers were your delicious hard cock… On that thought mmmm… fuck… I can’t stop Fuck Fuuuck OH MY GOD YEEEESSS!!!! Every nerve shatters My core pulsates Sensation rushes from pussy through to my scalp A stifled moan … some heavy breathing … some contented sighing … some realising that someone is in the next room using the copier … some finding of tissues & freshening oneself Waiting for the coast to clear Then leaving with a big ass smile on my face ☺️😊😁

23 July 2025

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The waiting room is silent after hours. The usual shuffle of clients, the low murmur of conversations behind closed doors, all gone. Now, it’s just the faint smell of herbal tea and the ticking clock, marking the time I should have gone home. But I’m still here. So is he. I hear him before I see him. Footsteps on the polished floor. Slow. Measured. Not the usual hurried pace of a clinician running behind schedule. I pretend I’m working. Notes, reports — the usual things that keep me late. But when I look down, the screen’s dark, and the pen in my hand hasn’t moved in ages. I’m not working. I’m just waiting. Waiting for what, exactly, I couldn’t tell you. Until I catch the shadow moving past my door. And after a moment, there’s a knock — two soft taps, like he’s unsure whether I’ll still be here, or if he even meant to knock at all. I smooth the hem of my dress, just enough to remind myself where I am. Who I’m supposed to be here. Professional. Calm. And then I open the door. He stands there in the low light, sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes move to mine, then flick away. “Just finishing up,” I say, as if that explains anything. He nods once. “Same.” But neither of us moves. I step aside. “You can come in, if you want.” He does. Slowly. As if crossing some invisible threshold. I sit on the edge of the couch, the one I usually reserve for clients. The air feels different now. Warmer. More alert. He stands by the window for a moment, looking out into the darkened city, then turns back toward me. “I always wonder what your office feels like at night,” he says, his voice quieter now. I smile, feeling the space shift between us. “After hours, the masks come off.” He doesn’t laugh, but something flickers in his expression. He steps closer. Not quite close enough to touch, but I can feel the shift in the air between us. A charged stillness. There’s a silence where we could both pull back. Let the moment pass. But neither of us fills it. Instead, he raises a hand, not quite touching me, just hovering at my jaw, like he’s waiting for me to change my mind. I don’t. I breathe. That’s all. He lets his fingers brush the side of my neck, light and searching. His thumb traces the edge of my collarbone like a question. I answer by leaning in, just a little. That’s enough. His fingers tighten, not enough to hurt, just enough that I feel the weight of his hand, solid, grounding. His mouth finds mine a second later, hungry, deliberate, like he’s done thinking about whether he should. The first kiss isn’t gentle. It’s searching. A little rough. Exactly what I’ve been holding back from. I breathe into him, and he takes that too. When his other hand finds my waist, I feel myself soften, body leaning into his without thinking. My hands move to his chest, fingers curling against the fabric of his shirt, just needing something to hold onto. I can feel the tension in him. Like he’s still fighting the instinct to take more. Like he’s afraid I’ll stop him. “I locked the door,” I whisper against his mouth. “You don’t have to keep holding back.” That’s when his control slips. His mouth claims mine again, deeper this time. His hand slides down, fingers splaying possessively at my hip. He pushes me gently back, guiding me onto the couch, settling between my legs. My skirt rides up as he presses closer. I let it. I want him to feel how little I’m resisting. When his hand finally slides up my thigh, skin to skin, I can’t help the sound I make, soft, involuntary, shamefully desperate. His fingers pause at the edge of my underwear, and I think I might lose my mind if he hesitates now. But he doesn’t. The first touch is slow. Teasing. Like he’s memorizing the way my body responds. He strokes me carefully, deliberately, just enough to drive me insane without giving me what I need. I arch into him, voice catching. “Don’t make me beg.” His breath hitches. I feel it, even as he finally slips his fingers beneath the lace, sliding into the heat of me, slow and firm. My body clenches around him automatically, and he swears under his breath low and rough, like he wasn’t prepared for how ready I am for him. “You’re—” he starts, but stops. Like the words might ruin it. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him down until his mouth is against my neck. “Just don’t stop.” And he doesn’t. His fingers slide deeper, slow but deliberate, and my body reacts without hesitation, tightening around him, pulling him in. He moves expertly, dragging each motion out until I feel my thighs trembling against his hips. I gasp against his mouth, trying to muffle the sounds, but he feels the way I shake, the way my nails dig into his shoulders. “Say it,” he murmurs, voice low against my skin. “Please.” I don’t even know what I’m asking for anymore. More. Faster. Anything. Just don’t stop. His thumb finds the spot just above where he’s buried inside me, and when he circles there, slow, exact. I feel my whole body jolt, my back arching up off the couch, pressing my chest flush to his. “Just like that.” My voice cracks. “God—don’t stop.” I’m close. Too fast. I don’t even care. His mouth captures mine again, swallowing every broken sound, every curse, as he pushes me higher, his fingers working me relentlessly now. His other hand cradles the back of my neck, anchoring me to him as my body begins to unravel. I try to warn him. Try to tell him I’m right there, but my words fall apart. When I come, it rips through me, hot, shaking, overwhelming. I cling to him, body convulsing around his fingers, my breath caught somewhere between a cry and a gasp. My whole world narrows to the pulse of pleasure radiating from his touch, wave after wave until I collapse against him, boneless, trembling. He doesn’t move right away. Keeps his fingers inside me, gentle now, grounding me through the aftershocks. His mouth brushes along my jaw, softening, soothing, as if he’s reminding me it’s over. But I don’t want space. Not yet. I feel his breath at my ear. “You should’ve told me you needed that.” I smile, still catching my breath. “I didn’t know how much.” He finally withdraws his hand, slow and careful. I shiver when he does. “I’ll remember that next time.” His tone is warm now. Confident. Certain there will be one. He draws his hand back, slow, almost reverent. I’m still catching my breath, but already, something in me is shifting. The haze of pleasure clears just enough for something sharper to surface. Desire, yes — but not just to feel. To take. He’s watching me now. Eyes dark. Waiting to see what I’ll do. Maybe expecting me to melt further into the couch, to let him gather me up and leave things right there. But he should know better. I sit up slowly, legs still spread, skirt rucked indecently high on my thighs. I don’t adjust it. I want him to see me like this, flushed and open and I want him to know I’m not done. His gaze drops to my mouth, like he’s waiting for instruction. Good. I reach for his belt. Steady. Unhurried. Not asking. Just claiming. His breath stutters. “You don’t have to—” I cut him off with a look. A quiet, unmistakable command. He stays still. Good boy. The belt comes loose with a quiet slide. The button, the zipper, he’s already hard, pressing against the fabric, and when I free him, the weight of it in my hand makes my mouth water. I stroke him once, slow and steady. His hips twitch and his mouth drops open. I lower myself to my knees in front of him, when I take him in my mouth, I hear the way his breath shatters. One hand grips the edge of the couch for balance. The other hovers, like he wants to touch me, guide me, bury his fingers in my hair. I take him deeper the second time, tongue curling, lips firm, setting the pace I want. He groans, low and rough. I know he’s fighting the urge to fuck into my mouth. Good. Let him ache for it. I hollow my cheeks and watch his control start to fray. His thighs tighten. His jaw clenches. “I’m close,” he warns, voice strained. I hum around him — permission, encouragement, maybe even a challenge. His breath breaks apart as he loses it, coming in hot pulses against my tongue. I take every drop, swallowing without flinching, not breaking eye contact as he falls apart. He’s panting. Flushed. Beautiful like this, coming apart in the chair where others usually confess to me.. He’s still catching his breath, eyes wide like he’s not sure what just hit him. I give him a moment. Let him sit with it. I take my time pulling on my jacket, smoothing the lapel. Composure is half the point. I lean in close, my voice just a whisper and give him a wink. “Plenty to reflect on. Professionally, of course.” And then I step into the hallway, leaving him in my office and very much in his head.

23 July 2025

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We were lucky enough to have a weekend to ourselves. We booked a hotel room 2 hours away so we could continue our clandestine affair. Della's hubby was away and I was working away from home, so we were both horny as hell and looking forward to fucking each other stupid. We'd been sexting, sharing videos and pics and masturbating regularly during phone sex that we were literally going crazy with lust for each other. As soon as we checked-in late one Friday evening, we got to our room and stated passionately kissing, our lounges entwined, and our hands over each other's bodies. We ripped our clothes off and Della laid down naked on the bed. She opened her legs and I was out of control with lust as I took in the view and my burning desire to be inside her. I got on top of her, kissed her wildly and positioned myself to enter her. I slid straight in and she moaned and I grunted. It was passionate, lusty, animalistic and amazing as I thrust inside her, sliding the length of my cock into her. She raised her hips to meet my thrusts as we were now totally consumed with desire. I grabbed the headboard and used it as leverage to slam my cock into her. She moaned and cried out 'yes, fuck me' as I slammed into her. The bed was making loud a banging noise with each thrust and I'm sure anybody nearby would of heard. I continued fucking her, one hand one the headboard and the other pinching her nipples as she cried 'please fuck me, fuck me hard'. I grabbed the headboard with both hands and fucked her as hard, deep and fast as I could. Within minutes, she came. She cried out, bucking wildly as her pleasure took over. God, I loved to make this woman cum. It was such an incredibly intense and mesmerising experience for me. I was hooked. The joy and satisfaction I received from pleasuring this woman was intoxicating, in that moment nothing else mattered. She later told me no one had ever fucked her like that. The sex was mind blowing and we were keen for heaps more.

19 July 2025

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Driving home one night a lady pulled me over, dark, curvy, frizzy hair with large breasts. I asked her if she needed a lift, she said yes and jumped in... I asked her where she wanted to go she said my place… At my place she pulled out a dildo from her handbag and said she wanted me to fuck her…. we played a little then she stuck the dildo to a chair sat on it then asked me to fuck her DP in missionary position... She squirted repeatedly every time I fucked her hard I pulled my cock out and slapped her pussy then by rubbing my nob on her clit like a vibrator... this went on for some time, I asked her to come to bed where she played with me and sucking my cock. She enjoyed me squeezing her tits as I touch her pussy, she got so horny she got on too riding me wetting the sheets. then she ask me fuck her from behind. I then took control, I lay her down spread her legs while squeezing her tits I and started softly massaging her pussy with coconut oil. she got really horny again and took hold of my cock. I put my two fingers inside of her finding her g spot and made her squirt repeatedly. I got between her legs and licked her pussy putting my cock inside of her to cum, she the told me to fuck her in ass hard and cum… true... ;)

17 July 2025

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A few years back, I was seeing a woman. She spoke of an ideology and lifestyle that was very close to my own, so we travelled that path for a time. She invited me to an NBO event. At this point in my life men were not on the menu. I don't like intruding in a space where I don't fit the premise, she assured me it was fine. Ok great lets do that. (Nerves and anxiety set aside) These moments are always a big event! Wake up, get the chores done, have clothing out, brush and scrub, cut everything that needs a cut! And she was much the same. It was part of our lives we were looking to bring together! All ready, both vibing, in the car and on the way! I held my nervous and anxious energy in check, I knew I didn't fit the premise, didn't want to cause a fuss or upset the apple cart, but she wanted me there and told me I was welcome there, so I gave that priority. We arrive, fuckarse about with parking in the city, not quite well knowing there where of where we are or where we're to be hahaha... thats part of the adventure! Is it here... "hi were here for the orgy" "ahh sorry this is a kebab shop", "ahh sorry to bother you"... laugh and giggle and find the right door... And we do, we find it and go up. It's important to me another in my company is comfortable, I don't show or allow my ill feelings come forth to spoil the party. The premise, the parking fails and finding the door was a journey, but I was aware of the failures and embarrassment stacking up on the downside tally. I breathe, I smile, I want her to have a good time, so that is what i do! We get in and get introduced to the man running the show, there he stands nude in a hi vis safety vest! Very forward, very confident! Exuding joy and welcoming energy in every direction... this is a man well adjusted to himself and his place in life... We mill about, everyone is to be nude, there is a brief moment before plat where the director stands at the centre of all attention, proud, firm and casually setting the boundaries to the crowd. What the boundaries are, what facilities are there, who to speak to in the event of drama... game on! He was a character I admired... he ran a crowd and did all the heavy lifting so the others can enjoy the space 😊😊😊 So we mill about, my mind triage the space, furniture, people, theorising sex positions, acts, things I know the woman I'm with likes, triaging the men, the fun ones, the expressive! Candidates of who she may like to play with. I was very welcome in the space, the men are the definition of fun 😁 polite, this is a place where invitation is given, the answer is given respect... there is no tantrum chucking or butthurt rejection, just happy acceptance, happy people! We attended a room, a bed, found a space and played somewhat acclimating to it all. I cant recall much of that time. I can feel unease and nerves in the woman I'm with, I can see the care in which she moves, speaks... she's uncomfortable and cautious... I am as well but I put that aside... its her night, her event, she has priority in my mind. I see she wants to interact... I can see the men do to... this is the awkward moment of every high school dance 💃we all want but how do we start 😂😂 I triage the crowd, her, the furniture and played tetris in my head whilst we played... I come to her ear and put forth my idea... she nods... I give her the "I'm done" commands to tell me when she has had her fill. I stand and speak "ok lads the lady here wants a line of men over here" I pointed to the bedside. "Condom only, you have 1 minute to fuck her for all your worth then it is the next man's moment" I put her where I needed her on the end of the bed, facing me, arse and pussy presented to the line of men forming up. She gripped my cock, and mewed... her lips intimate upon me... she was comforting herself with my body, bringing herself into a space to be able to play with men she did not know. "When she's done she's done" I invited the man at the front to approach... he gripped her hips, splayed open her legs and fed his body into hers... 😂😂😂 it was on! I felt her masks drop, the discomfort eroded, cast adrift and forgotten, animal woman appeared! Her eyes and energy igniting and dripping! The intimate hand on my cock shifts to paws and claws... to a grip of an animal holding prey its caught... She purrs and grunts and devours my cock as if starving... all the while my mind and focus is on the crowd... my men... "Next, good man".... "next thank you" I praise the one who just gave and welcome the next... "you're up mate, give her a good serve, you've 1 minute" I keep a slow count in my head as I conduct, at times it became a guess, doing the crowd work, monitoring them, praising and encouraging, monitoring her welfare and energy, having an animal woman attacking my cock ravenously... the men were good, I didn't want to cheat them, but concentrating on time became quite challenging! "Next... one minute, you're doing well lads, condom only, join the line" id reiterate... As this goes on I feel its be better served if she thanked each man, so I give her the instructions... when I say next you thank them... And it begun... "thank you" she exclaimed as the next man filled her... then she became a mindless mess for her minute... counting in my head, watching the crowd "next" "thank you..." the moan and growl as the next filled her... the high vis vest appearing habitually "everyone good in here" doing welfare checks. One man cam up and asked if he could go again, "absolutely mate, that's between you and the other men in the line, join the back" and he excitedly runs off to the back 😂😊😊 he was very sweet. On and on... the commentary, the growling moans... her grip upon me, moments of her chest to the bed gasping, then frantically rising to put my cock back in her mouth... She taps out... "ok lads she's done, well done, thank you guys" I close it down and spend some time holding and comforting. She regains herself and we mosey and socialise. The man who rejoined the line comes up "that was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen" we both laugh merrily... "Can I cum on your chest?" She looks at me and I indicate it's hers to answer, her body not mine, all said with eyes and a hand gesture... "Yes!" She bellowed at him! His eyes expanded and glee was written all over his body!!! A man beside him suddenly erupted in the same way and he asks "can I lick it off?" Absolutely she said gleefully 😁😁😁 She kneels and he jerks off onto her chest... the other steps in and licks her clean. She looks up at me grinning and smiling and erupting in joy and laughter! The 1st man stands there... he turns to me... "now that's the second hottest thing I've ever seen" 😂😂😂 We all have a good moment together then move off into the party. I speak to many of the men there and who they are, what they spoke of has opened me to places and things I'd not explored at that time. They were happy merry men, playful, there for joy, there for play, very secure in themselves. Many made comment its why they play with men... men are fun and I can't fault them with what I saw in them... I saw a lot of men inside men giggling and cumming and playing 😂😂😂 We went home, cleaned and slept. I found joy in the life experience obtained, I found fun in the people there interacting with them. I enjoyed the crowd work, looking after her and helping her experience something she wanted. Did it do anything for me sexually? No. It wasn't an event for my needs, it was her event and I played my part to make sure she had her needs met. She wanted to fuck, play and be outrageous and so that's what I made sure occurred... On a side note, the NBO men are great and worth exploring.

16 July 2025

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

15 July 2025

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* This is a fantasy influenced by our own lives and desires. Parts of it we have played out in reality, other parts we have not. It is from the perspective of a sissy cuckold in a loving FLR. You sit at the dressing table finishing up the last touches of your perfectly applied makeup. The faint sounds of water can be heard from the bathroom as Mistress Anna prepares herself. Anna has requested an effeminate, but not 'feminised' look for today, something that has taken time to practice effectively. Your skin is clear, lips are overlined and just the faintest application of eye-shadow can be seen. Combined with a new pixie-cut you make out to be the perfect 'twink'. Looking at your new hair-cut you're reminded of how the ladies giggled when you showed them the photo; the style Anna requested. "Is it for your boyfriend? I'm sure he'll like it!" they said so innocently. Your caged clitty gives a throb of embarrassment at the memory. Puckering your lips and fluttering your lashes, you pose as only an emasculated sissy would. The mirrored vision staring back causes another involuntary twitch in your panties. You delicately mince towards the wardrobe mirror to get a better look at your physique. Sliding your hands up and down your body, you pose to show off your plump ass and flat stomach. Anna has put you on a diet and strictly enforced your workout routine these past 4 months. The results have been nothing short of phenomenal, you look better than you ever did as a Man, your thong lost in the perky roundness of your perfect glutes. Feeling down towards your panties you imagine what it would be like to be with you, to use you. How a Man would feel...Involuntarily you slap your own ass, "Ooooh" you moan as your locked clitty twitches and splurts a small glob of cream in your panties, in agreement at the thought. The shower stops and you hear Anna's melodic voice, she hums a tune as delightful and terrifying as any siren could. A flush of anxiety tingles through you as Anna enters the bedroom; you can feel your nakedness in her presence the feeling of the thong riding up your backside and the tight cage encasing your clitty now more prominent than ever. Her training has been efficient and you feel a warm dull pain in your backside remembering what awaits if you displease her. She presents as natural, no makeup and no lingerie; such effort is only made for special occasions, occasions which no longer involve you. Even still, the oversized sweater just barely hiding her thick thighs is enough to make your caged clitty twitch with excitement. It is not often Anna asks for your company these days, not since she met Marcus. "Aww, aren't you cute Princess, I really love the new hair!", Anna lets out a soft giggle as your cheeks turn red. You stand still, hands behind your back ready to serve as she inspects her property. Your stoic composure ruined by a sharp smack to the ass. You yelp in pain as your dainty feet dance in shock before finding ground. Anna giggles again. She claps your hand and leads you onto the bed, she lays down and stares up at you with a bright smirk. "You know what to do Baby!", on hearing those words you get to work, eager to please your Mistress. She giggles as you gently kiss her thighs leading up to the most intimate of places. You begin to slowly roll up her sweater and for a split second your heart sinks, a cloud of jealousy engulfs your face and in protest your cage twitches sharply. You feel a sticky glob of cream settle in your panties. She's wearing a thong, lacey and white with an elaborate floral pattern. You recognise it immediately, Marcus bought her these panties the day she decided to lock your little clitty away for good....You still remember the lock clicking as she squeezed your cage and passionately embraced her conqueror. You look up, that smirk on her face says it all, she knows you know. "Well? It's not going to lick itself sissy", blushing you return to your task. You lightly kiss her tummy, heading downwards as your delicate soft hands start to tug on her lacey panties. She gives a small moan of contentment and repositions herself. Immaculately groomed, your nose is hit with a floral fragrance, one of the few benefits to being pussyfree being able to taste and smell your Mistress though you will never feel her inside warmth again. Your tongue finds its purpose and you start to lick passionately, she moans loudly and reflexively grabs your hair pushing you deep into her most private place. At first you were clumsy and unsatisfying, unable to pleasure a Woman in the soft and sensual manner required of a feminised beta male. Now though, you are an expert, she twitches and moans in ways your clitty could never bring her to. 'Aaah, Yes!', "Good Boi!" she cries. Your cage twitches and another glob of sissy cream fills your panties at the compliment. Your fingers begin to move, you've been trained well. You softly touch the outside of her crevice before exploring the interior. Anna moans as your index finger enters her moist cavern, oozing with excitement and pleasure. Your soft nimble fingers gently rub inside. A Man's hands would be too rough, too large, but yours are just right, a feeling reaffirmed by Anna's moans "Yes Baby!", "Keep going!", "aaaah!". You start to move faster and harder, keeping in Unison with her moans when suddenly Anna motions for you to stop. "Get the Strap-on Baby" she says breathlessly, still recovering from her ecstasy. You delicately remove your fingers before finding the strap, an eight-inch purple dildo with decent girth, roughly twice the size of your little clitty. It feels powerful in your hands and for a brief moment you think about what it must feel like to be Marcus, to be a strong, dominant and confident bull. The intense throbbing of your caged clitty snaps you back to reality. You enter the room strapped, ready to show Anna you can still be the Man she needs. The illusion is shattered when Anna giggles "I bet you feel so strong, huh Princess? All made up in your silky lingerie with your big Strap". Your face burns a bright red as you look away unable to keep eye-contact. "Aww, it's okay", "Come, why don't you show your Mistress how a 'real Man' fucks?".... Anna turns around and positions herself on all fours showing off her perfectly toned ass as she beckons for you to join. You stare at her ass, it's immaculate, firm and peachy from years of hard work. Your locked clitty gives a throb of embarrassment as you're reminded of how you could never do this position without a Strap-On. Her ass was just too big, one more reason for why she decided to Cuck you with Marcus. Climbing onto the bed you slowly pull Anna towards your Dildo. "Gentle now Honey, this one isn't like your clitty". Blushing you hold her tightly and slowly watch the dildo enter. Anna's moans grow louder as it penetrates deeper, reaching crevices where you've never been. You begin to move slowly, pushing your hips back and forth thrusting, slowly, but surely building up a pace. As you thrust, you're Almost reminded of what it feels like to be a Man but you know you're not. You have seen Marcus, his all-encompassing thrusts as he effortlessly lifts Anna off the ground; a feat you could never accomplish, even before you were locked. He is so strong, so powerful, so big. You thrust harder at the thought of him as Anna moans in Unison "Yes!", "Oh God Yes!", "You're so big, so strong Honey!"....Your cheeks flush red as your clitty splurts another glob of useless cream at her compliment, a phrase that is all too rare. You caress her body with your soft hands, you try to spank her but you cannot break your own conditioning and the slap comes across as barely a tap. Anna giggles at how emasculated you've become, she rubs your perky ass from behind before giving it a large smack. Yelping in pain, you speed up your thrusts as your locked clitty twitches furiously. Her legs tighten around yours as she moans louder and with increasing frequency. It has been over 10 minutes now, 9 more than you could ever do without assistance. She moans loudly, she's close, so close. You know you can do it, you thrust hard, like your life depended on it "God yes!, Yes!" she moans, "Yes, Oh Yes! Marcus! Oh!". Your heart breaks, but it only entices you to go further as your panties reach an overload, your locked sissy cream now soaking your panties and slowly oozing down your thighs. Anna lets out one final moan before collapsing onto the sheets in a huffing mess. "Stop Baby, Stop!" she mutters as you slowly and delicately remove the Strap. Your clitty is now throbbing remorselessly as you pant trying to recover your stamina. Anna regaining her voice giggles, "You did soooo well Baby, I almost forgot you're my prissy sissy sub" Anna looks at you playfully, "Pull your panties down sweetie. My Princess did so well tonight, I think she deserve a little reward don't you?". You nod swiftly to signal your agreement as you quickly pull your panties down. "Oh, my! Someone's excited! Looks like you made quite the mess sweetie, did you have a little sissygasm already?" You shake your head furiously so desperate to reach some sort of climax. Anna giggles, she swirls her index finger in the sticky precum covering your thighs and brings it to your mouth". "Suck on it Baby"....You hesitate, "You want your reward, don't you?". Blushing, you do as your told. The taste is bitter and your face scrunches up as result. Anna laughs sadistically and delicately strokes your face "Good gurl" she says before finding the keys to your misery. You stare at the keys longingly, your clitty throbbing faster with every second that she delays. Anna smirks, "Close your eyes cupcake". You squeeze your hands and eyes shut squirming in anticipation. Anna drops the keys "Ooops", your thighs rub together and you whine as she delays. "No Whining Princess!" Anna says sharply, you go silent reminded of that burning feeling in your backside from earlier. Finally, the lock falls and your delicate clitty springs to life in full bloom. It twitches wildly in excitement, all 4 inches of it. Anna giggles before giving it a little flick. "It looks smaller every time I see it, do you think it has shrunk?" Your face goes red and you stammer out a denial. Anna rolls her eyes, "Whatever you say Princess". Anna brings her hand to her mouth and laughs loudly "Sorry honey, I'm just thinking about Marcus and what he would look like with this little thing". She shakes her head, "It really is pathetic, isn't it?" You blush, voiceless to offer any rebuttal. Anna takes your little clitty between her finger and thumb giving it a light stroke, you moan and close your eyes involuntarily. "Do you like that sweetie, does it feel good?", "Y-yes Mistress" you stutter. "Good Gurl. Open your eyes now sweetie, I have something for you to see" You open your eyes and see Anna holding her phone out while her other hand continues to delicately stroke your clitty. She hits play. It's her, her in all her glory. She looks like a goddess, dolled up in the finest makeup; blush and contour expertly applied and her body, it's on full display. Her voluptuous physique barely hidden by her tight lingerie. She fondles her immaculate breasts before turning around to show off her plump ass, an ass way too big for your own diminutive clitty. You moan in approval as Anna giggles. A man enters the frame, tall and muscular, he has at least 5 inches of height and 30kg on you. He's naked and his shaft is hard and thick like a log. You squirm in embarrassment, you try to look away, but Anna grabs your face, forces you to stare at the screen. "Watch Baby, watch how a real Man pleasures your Mistress". She strokes harder and faster now with her finger and thumb. You squirm uncontrollably, you feel like crying as jealousy pours out of your little body, but you're too aroused, too focused on the large Man with your Mistress. You watch this digital play with anxiety, she moans as he grunts and with every moan and grunt Anna strokes harder. You don't want to cum, not to this. Not to another Man fucking your Mistress, It's not fair, it's not right, but it's too little, too late. Gurlish moans escape your mouth as your little clitty pumps glob after glob of sticky cream all over your tummy. You collapse and close your eyes exhausted as Anna giggles. "G-gosh honey, that must have really hit a nerve. I've never seen you so aroused before! Your clitty was like a fire hydrant!". You open your eyes to see Anna's beaming smile and a hand ready to feed you your just 'deserts'. "Lick it up now Baby, good gurls clean up their messes, don't they?". This is your life now, your life as Mistress Anna's sissy boytoy.

14 July 2025

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A long time ago… Friday afternoon, around 3PM. We're sitting on the sofa; her driving instructor will pick her up at 4. "I'm bored", she mentions out of nowhere. I look at her and say "Well, find something to do then." "I want to give you a blowjob..." I look at her again, "Mmmm..." Next thing, she's on her knees between my legs, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling down my pants and undies. I haven't even had time to get hard and she takes me in her mouth. The warmth and wetness of her mouth makes me hard quickly and pretty soon my 7" erect cock no longer fits inside her mouth. She looks up at me with a smile on her face, while she slowly strokes my erection. "I like it when you grow hard inside my mouth." She starts licking my cock; from the base between my balls, all the way up to the head. When she reaches the top, her head moves down again and her tongue touches my skin again. After some time, her hand moves my cock up and she lowers her mouth over it. I reach out to hold my cock, but she swiftly move my hand away; she doesn't want me to interfere. She slowly moves her head up and down and, while doing that, keeps moving her tongue up and down as well. It feels like she's taking me a lot deeper in her mouth than she actually does and it feels amazing. Every time her head goes down she seems to want to take my cock a little further in. Every so often she lifts her head and looks at where her fingers are around my cock, proud of her achievements. Then my hard erection is back in her mouth again. Slowly but surely, her tempo goes up and after a while I start to feel the tension build in my groin. I'm almost ready to ejaculate when she stops and holds my cock in her hand, while she looks at me with an enquiring look on her face. "You were about to cum, weren't you?" "Uhuh...", I groan. She softly strokes my cock for a few minutes, just enough to keep it erect, then she resumes with her mouth. Fairly quickly I feel that tension in my body rise and again, just at the right moment, she stops and makes sure I do not blow my load. She's laughing out load now, "This is soooo much fun!" Followed by "I love being in control." I only manage to grunt a little more. Once again, she starts slowly taking my cock in her mouth and I didn't think I could get any harder, but I did. Again, she is making it feel like every single time she is taking me in her mouth just a little deeper. She's speeding up and I feel my balls are full and want that release. At the same time, I don't want to give it to her that easily; she has teased me... Now I'll make her work for it. This time though, she is determined; I can feel that she is working my cock in a way that she wants me to cum. So I try the best I can not to. After about a minute (or maybe it was just 20 seconds, who knows), I cannot take it anymore. I let go and can feel that first squirt of sperm fill up her mouth. She does not stop sucking my cocking. Another squirt and I can feel my legs starting to shake; I'm having the first real orgasm in my life. I keep cumming and I might even have passed out for a few seconds. When I come around again, she still has my cock in her mouth. I feel cold; it's like the temperature has dropped several degrees. I look at her and she looks up to me. She lets go of my cock and has a big smile on her face. "You got a mouthful?", I ask her. Her smiles gets even bigger and she opens her mouth to show me. Seeing how happy she is, is a huge turn on. I can feel myself get hard again. "Are you going to swallow?" She shakes her head and a bit of cum starts dripping down the side of her mouth. She closes her mouth and I close in to give her a kiss. Full of cum, she takes my cock in her mouth once again. Then she gets up to go to the kitchen sink. When she returns, she comes sit next to me on the sofa. "Still half an hour left..." "My turn", I say, while I lower myself between her legs and start pulling off her jeans. God, she was so wet. So yummy... When she got back from her driving lesson, she giggled "My instructor told me that I looked different today. My lips appeared to be fuller. I wonder why that was..."

13 July 2025

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After our initial hook up at the Christmas party (see 'It started with a dance) Della and I were constantly texting at work. We both loved our first time together and we both wanted more, a lot more. Our texts quickly became sexts and were driving me crazy. Della told me how much she loved fucking me and then went on to describe all the things she wanted to do in bed. This girl was hot af and kinky as hell. I soon learnt there was nothing she wouldn't do, and I wanted it bad. One day, she texted me to meet her in the conference room after 4. The place was pretty quiet by then as most of the staff had gone home. We'd shared a lot of sexts that day and we were both horny as hell. I meet her there and we started going for it. Within a couple of minutes she was laying on the conference table, her dress was around her waist and her legs were spread wide open, revealing her beautiful wet naked pussy to me. She'd taken her panties off and cut a hole out of her stockings around her pussy so I could fuck her. She claimed it was for a 'quick get away if needed.' This was an open invitation I was wasn't going to refuse! I unzipped my pants, got my rock hard cock out and slide straight inside her glorious pussy. Omg, it was heaven. We both moaned as I stood between her legs, fucking her with urgency and passion. This continued for a few minutes, before she wanted to get on top and fuck me. I laid down on the floor and she straddled me, my cock sliding all the way in. We fucked liked animals and within minutes, this beautiful woman was cumming right there on the floor of the conference room at work! She took a moment to recover and then got off me and took my cock, covered in her pussy juice, in her mouth. She proceeded to give me the best bj of my life, I mean this girl was good! Not long after, I came in her mouth and like the beautiful woman she is, didn't spill a drop. We got up put our clothes back on, hugged and kissed before getting out of there. It truly was a fantastic encounter with an awesome woman.

10 July 2025

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Fetishes are funny things. Where do you draw the line between something that’s a turn-on or preference, and a full-blown fetish? What do we mean by the word ‘fetish’ anyway? There’s a presumption in the term of something that is deviant, unhealthy; unhealthy in that it becomes obsessive, a suggestion you can’t get off, or can’t enjoy sex, without indulging the fetish. And where do fetishes come from? An early experience in adolescence, or were you born with it? Or introduced to it by another? Does it have to be something that feels like you should hide it, or can you have a fetish about something that’s considered ‘normal’?   And yet, we all have our individual sexual preferences. Some like their partners shaved, some don’t. Some like the thrill of exhibitionism & some don’t… and *everyone* has their favourite way to fuck, and a favourite position or two. Don’t they?   I have many, many turn on\s and preferences. Lingerie. Taking photos (more than videos). Exhibitionism/voyeurism. Writing smut, obviously. Sex outside, where you might be caught. Stolen moments where you shouldn’t be fucking. Positions – primarily ones that mean deep penetration. So I guess that’s another one. Watching my wife come. On my cock, on someone else’s, using a toy. I’ve enjoyed and loved pushing her into enjoying most of these too from time to time, and that’s what I always write about.   But I think the only one that’s a full blown fetish for me is shoes. I’ve always loved high heels. I reckon it started when I was a teenager doing an evening paper round. We used to collect the papers from a shed in the newsagent’s garden and he had all the returns from shops in there too – including the soft porn mags. We couldn’t nick them as they’d all been counted (someone did, once, newsagent told his mum he’d caught him, none of us were ever going to dare again :D), but getting there 3 or 4 minutes early to have a quick flick through, you could get away with. I didn’t seem to have a problem riding my bike with the raging boner this gave me.   In those days I think it was women displaying themselves openly and wantonly – something a teen could only dream of – that made my mental connection with anything and everything (not much, obvs) they were wearing, and that thrill has never left me. Not many years later, I realized what it was that heels did – pushed up a woman’s arse and tightened her calves – that made her look so desirable too. And I’ve never looked back, lol.   My wife’s always known I had a thing for shoes. When we first got together she used to say to me.   “I can wear flat shoes and we’ll walk in to town, or heels and you can pay for a taxi. Your choice.”   I spent a lot of money on taxis, let’s just put it that way.   But this tale is how she really realized how deep my shoe ‘thing’ went. We surprised each other to be honest. _____________   Once I must have criticised a pair of shoes once too often and she got annoyed.   “OK, if you don’t like my choices, you choose. Buy me some you think I’ll like and that you know you like and maybe we can both be happy.”    So I put in a hard evening’s work on the internet and found a bunch of shoes I fancied for her, and ordered them. It was going to cost me, but it would be worth it. To be honest it was the most enjoyable evening I’ve ever spent on the net. By the end of the night I was horny as hell and we had a great sex session. I hadn’t shown her any of my picks, they were going to be a surprise.    A week or so later all the shoes had arrived and we arranged an evening’s ‘fashion show’ to pick out the ones we liked the most. She told me to wait downstairs while she went to get changed into something suitable for trying on footwear and I waited for her like I was some assistant in a shop, surrounded by boxes. I was already pretty horny - I quite like a bit of being cock-teased and I knew this scenario was going to be pretty charged, although I had no idea how good it was going to get.   She didn’t take too long getting changed, and came downstairs wearing a short green shift dress. It came to mid thigh and was quite conservative on the top, but as she tripped down the stairs in bare feet I could see her tits jiggle under the dress and could see she was braless. I was already fizzing with anticipation to be honest and she was playing up to it too. She’d painted her toenails and put an ankle bracelet on to tease me further.   “How do you want to do this?” she asked   I hadn’t really thought about it much in advance so had to think on my feet.   “Erm, not sure. How about you sit down on the sofa and put your feet up on this footrest?”   She did so. She was beginning to look a bit nervous and I figured my lack of planning was rubbing off on her. Or maybe I was just being too obviously lustful. I figured I needed to put her at ease.   “Maybe we’ll start with a foot massage and get a bit relaxed?” I suggested   She smiled at this, she likes having a nice foot rub, and sat down looking already happier. I lifted her feet up one by one and rubbed my thumb under her arches, pushing in to her foot to really relax the tension. She looked much more relaxed quite quickly and wriggled her shoulders into the sofa. I gave her a quick kiss on the toes and reached for the first box.   “OK, first off we have ‘Siren’ sandals,” I said.   She laughed. Such an obvious, trite name. They had looked great online and I’d ordered them because they reminded me of the pair she’d worn when we went of our first date. However when I got them out of the box they weren’t *quite* the same. They still looked good though, shiny black, strappy and with a high blocky heel.   I slipped them on and she stood up and admired them. I think she liked them more than I did to be honest. Possibly they were a bit young for her? Not that this sort of thing bothers me much, I’m good with inappropriate, especially inappropriate sexualised clothes.   She paraded around the living room admiring the shoes and sat back down smiling.   “Great! You can keep these,” she said. “Great summer flirting shoes. What’s next?”   I hadn’t planned this out in any sequence. My brain was in a bit of a fog – probably lust induced - to be honest. This whole scenario of worshipping my wife’s feet and slipping pairs of sexy shoes on and off while she modelled them for me was getting me pretty horny.   The second pair were some strappy coral sandals with about a 3” heel. I slipped them on really easy and they looked great, perfect summer shoes. Her painted toenails looked fantastic against them and as she stood up I felt my cock twitch hard and I had to force myself to keep breathing.   She paraded around a little and gave me a twirl. The skirt of her dress billowing up sightly as she did this, exposing her thighs, was so sexy. She laughed and held her skirt down a bit, then hitched it up to show off more leg and twirled again. I realized this was turning her on, almost as much as me.   “I’m not that keen on these,” she said. “They slip around too much when I walk in them, almost feels like I’m walking on a narrow ledge.”   Well that was a damn shame, as I loved the look. But we had plenty more to try.    This time when she sat down her legs parted a little and she didn’t rearrange herself. I slipped off the sandals and went for the next pair, but before I did, I sneaked a look as her skirt had ridden up. I hadn’t seen what panties she had on but they were one of her – well ok, my – favourites. A nude pair with black lace over the top. I swear I could see a slightly damp patch on them but I couldn’t just stare, so I busied myself with the next pair of shoes.   These were less open, nude Mary Janes with a cute strap over the top of the foot, wicked red soles (not real Louboutin's FFS, I’m not that rich!) and a slight platform sole. She held her feet out one after the other for me to slip them on. I sneaked my hand up her legs as I did this and felt her shudder slightly. She put her legs back parted even wider, too. I’m sure she noticed that I noticed.   She stood and walked – no, not in these. She *strutted* around the room. They were very sexy, but they didn’t go with the dress.   “These are too obvious hon. The platform makes them a bit hard to walk in, and the platform and sole just scream ‘tart’. I prefer to keep people guessing a bit,” she said with a wicked grin. “I might keep them for the bedroom but I’m never wearing these in public.”   This time when she sat down I think she could see I was hard as hell. She licked her lips as I smiled up at her. I could see her naked nipples were erect under her dress and standing out. As I looked down for the next pair of shoes I could have sworn I caught her reaching up to twist one out of the corner of my eye.    We were on pair 4 of 6 now and I was completely lost as to which box was which set of shoes, I was too horny to think straight. I opened the next box and they were black patent court shoes with an ankle strap. They were higher - maybe a 4” heel. Really shiny and sexy, these shoes were, frankly, made for men more than women.   The construction of them made them snugger too. I had to push these ones on and she helped by wriggling her feet, which in itself made my cock strain against my pants. I was beginning to lose control a bit here to be honest, I could feel my mouth was dry.   She was teasing the fuck out of me. She’d pulled her skirt up a little higher and her legs were open a little wider. She was turned on too, I was staring/not staring as I fitted the shoes and her thighs were quivering slightly and the wet patch on her pants was now unmistakable. I could smell her excitement too, and it was all I could do not to bury my face between her legs.   By this point my hands were shaking so much with pent up horniness I could get the shoes on, but I couldn’t do up the fiddly strap.   “Here, let me,” she said softly.   She bent forward and slipped the hooks on the straps – made it look easy – and kissed me hard from beneath her cloud of curls. She smelt delicious. Her skin, her perfume…..and the slight but unmistakable smell of by now soaking pussy.   I swear as she kissed me she felt the strength of my desire for her, like a dam ready to burst. I’m not sure she was looking at my pants but they were an absolute tent, my cock was like an iron bar straining against them. She pulled away from me and stood up, composed herself a little and pulled her skirt straight. But I could see how turned on she was too by now, her chest was flushed and her breathing was fast and ragged. She did her ‘turn’ around the room. Her legs looked amazing in these. The height and angle really made them look even more beautiful.   “These are better,” she said. “I can actually walk in them. Just. If I ever need to.”   She could, too, although the height was close to the limit for someone of her short stature and small feet to cope with. She took another quick turn as they fitted much better and she was happier walking in them, showing off to me and making sure she was showing plenty of leg.   She looked over to me and caught my eye, but I was completely gone. She must have seen some sort of animal look in my eyes I think, I almost caught a flash of fear but then I saw that fear also mix with lust. Her eyes flickered down to my pants and then widened. I’m not sure she’d ever seen me so wound up.   She looked me in the eye again and time seemed to stand still. Then she came back to the sofa and sat back down. I reached for her feet to slip the straps and move on to the next pair, but she just shook her head violently.   “Leave them on” she said in a low, sexy growl, biting her lip and staring in my eyes.   Then she slid down on to the floor to her knees and turned and bent herself over the footstool. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t need to. She pulled her dress up over her arse, parted her legs and pulled her panties roughly to the side. Her sparsely haired pussy was quivering, open, lips parted and wet, visibly aching for a cock.   I practically ripped my pants pulling open the buttons and shoving them down my thighs and my dick sprang out, at an upward angle of 45o. My helmet was huge, purple and throbbing, I’d never seen my cock so engorged.   I placed the broad helmet against her opening and swear I could see her juice running out of her. She tried to push back on to me to take me in, but I wanted to savour the sight and feeling. I just knew that moment of penetration with me so hard and her so wet was going to be phenomenal and I had to make the most of it.   “Just get that cock in me now,” she commanded breathlessly.   But it was my turn to tease. I wanted this moment to last for ever. I was rocking my hips just giving her the end of the tip. Every tiny movement forward pushed her open slightly wider, every tiny movement back I could see the tip of my cock glistening. Then I gave her half the head. Then pulled back. This time as my cock head pulled away from her pussy a long string of her juice came with it. It seemed to take an age. Then the string snapped. And something instantly snapped in me.   I lunged forward and gave her my whole length at once, forcing her open wide. My cock’s maybe average, bit over average length, but I’ve always been proud of my girth so it was a fat chunk of meat to take in one hit. She cried out and her pussy clenched, stopping my thrust. I pulled back then rammed it home again. This time she was ready for it and her canal opened up to my assault and I bottomed out, forcing my pubes against hers.   She let out a deep, low moan, something primal.   “Fucking hell Rob! Never felt you so deep.”   I don’t think I’d ever felt her so wet. She can be quite reserved until she suddenly loses it, and she’d lost it here. She was absolutely wanton, reaching back and pulling her thighs apart to open herself up as wide as she could.   “Just need to be fucked.” She grunted. “Hard. HARD!”   I gave it to her. I grabbed her arse and hips to ram her back on to my cock, whilst spreading her wide with my thumbs. I hooked one thumb into her panties to keep them well out of the way pulled right to the side. With the speed and strength I was ploughing into her, I didn’t want any material anywhere near me getting in the way or giving me friction burns.   My cock was as hard as it’s ever been in my life as I plunged deep again and again into my gorgeous wife. Her creamy white arse was rippling with the power of my thrusts as she moaned her way towards her first orgasm. She bit down on her own hand as she cried out, then grabbed her own tits roughly as I pounded her and started kneading them. I could see the sweat beading in the small of her back just below the material of her dress that was still bunched round her waist.   “Hold my heels,” she gasped.   I leaned back and held the heels in my hands. This angled my cock further forward in her so my fat helmet was raking the front wall of her pussy, right on her G spot and she yelled out in pleasure.   “Don’t stop!” she yelled.   I had no fucking intention of stopping. It was fucking great for me too. Leaning back gave me the absolute best visuals. Every time I pulled my cock back her pussy lips gripped my shaft and pulled out with it, like her cunt didn’t want to let go, then I would ram back in and see her lips collapse inwards with the friction of my shaft. She was grunting and moaning, every so often one of my thrusts would have her making an involuntary ‘oof’ as it hit her just right.   My heavy balls were swinging forward and smashing into her clit with every hard thrust. I could feel the juice dripping from her and coating them. She reached back to hold and grab my balls but they were just too wet and her hand slipped off.   I felt the ring of her pussy opening start to grip tighter and tighter around my shaft and grinned. I know this response, when she’s heading for a big one her cunt does this incredible ‘wet pit’ thing. Her lips get super tight around your cock and then, suddenly, it’s like inside that tight ring the rest of her pussy suddenly opens a mile wide and soaks up like you wouldn’t believe.   It happened now. The relentless pressure of the head of my cock rubbing her G spot tipped her over the edge and suddenly I couldn’t feel her pussy walls on my head any more, it had opened a mile wide and I felt a burst of wet heat at the same time as her ring gripped me like a hand.   “Oh! Oh! Oh! YES! YES! YESSSSSSS!” she wailed.   Her whole body convulsed and her pussy pulsed on me, gripping then relaxing, gripping then relaxing, all the time feeling like it was sucking me into her. She flailed one hand behind her trying to pull me in to her, all the while yelling. I was there too.    I gave one last, violent, incredibly deep thrust and pulled her hips to me as I rammed my cock hard up against her womb with the primal urge to impregnate. I closed my eyes and saw stars. I could feel the sperm boiing in my balls and surging up my shaft, enclosed in her tight pussy like a wet pulsating velvet glove, and it was like I could SEE the head of my cock hard up against her cervix swelling then opening, blasting 1, 2, 8 thick ropes of cum into her willing, receptive womb. It was an incredibly intense orgasm.   “Fucking HELL! I can FEEL you spurting in me!” she shouted joyously. “Unnnn… yeah… keep going… fill me up.”   She was grinding her arse back on to me, rotating her hips to get me, to get my cum as deep in her as she possibly could.   I stayed where I was for a good 2 or 3 minutes, savouring the aftermath of my orgasm and the feel of her hips as my cock started softening and slipping out of her. As I withdrew, I marvelled at the sight. Her cunt was gaping and quivering, with a pool of cum forming but it didn’t pour out of her – I’d fucked it so deep into her.   She quickly pulled her panties over her slowly leaking hole, then turned round and gave be a wicked smile, threw her arms round me and kissed me deeply.   “Prob’ly ruined these pants,” she sultrily whispered in my ear “Don’t care though. I hope they’re stained. Every time I see that stain I’ll remember this.”   Then kissed me again.    “I want them to be stained. I want to remember this fuck.”   __________________   I don’t have to ask for her to wear heels in the bedroom anymore. It’s become our unspoken symbol   You see, what she really loves is to be pounded, hard. She wants a big cock hitting her insides hard and deep. Not every sex session is going to go down that path, variety is the spice of life, but she knows damn well if she wears the shoes a serious pounding is exactly what she’s going to get. And as for walking in them? It’s irrelevant. We never get out of the house.

8 July 2025

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I worked with Della for 2 years. I had always found her attractive. She was a tall, slim brunette who had an infectious laugh and incredible smile. I was attracted to her from the first day we met and I wanted her, but there was one problem, she was married. The end of year Christmas party was coming up and everyone was looking forward to going. There was lots of alcohol, food, music and dancing. I hadn't seen much of Della all night, but somehow we managed to find each other on the dance floor. We were both pretty drunk at that stage and we ended up dancing and talking for the rest of the night. Della was fairly drunk and asked me to take her home, being the gentleman that I am, I made sure we got back to her safely. Her husband was working away and we had the place to ourselves. We both crashed on the couch and woke up the next day fully clothed and feeling a bit sore and sorry. After some small talk, Della came over to me and started kissing me. Her lips were so soft and full, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in so I could passionately kiss her back. Our kiss continued as our tongues found each other and entwined, exploring each other's mouth as our passion and desire took over. Della stop kissing me and reached down. to undo my belt and trousers. I lifted my hips as she removed my trousers and underwear. I was hard by then and Della didn't hesitate to the length of my cock in her mouth and began sucking and bobbing her head up and down on me. After some time had passed, I'm not sure how long I was too engrossed in Della's magnificent work, she stopped sucking stood up and undressed. She laid back down next to me and opened her legs. I was enthralled with the view of her wonderful pussy, wet and open, inviting me in to fuck her. I needed no further encouragement. I stood up, lifted her legs onto my shoulders and pounded her hard and deep. She moaned and said 'fuck yes' as I continued to slam my cock in her soaking wet pussy. She came a few minutes later and we swapped positions. She laid on her back and we went at it again, missionary style. We kissed, I pinched her nipples, bit her neck and arms as we fucked losing ourselves to lust and desire, engulfed in our need to pleasure and be pleasured. That day was the start of an incredible affair between two people that lasted for 2 years. It was the most passionate, kinky, lustful, satisfying and loving sex we have ever had, which I will never forget.

7 July 2025

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I was 18, the internet was just as young and it was beginning to connect people like me to one another. I put myself out there, foolishly perhaps, but I’ve a taste for adventure, I love to play, to share and I was learning to share myself. I connected with a couple in Werrington NSW, and they excitedly invited me over for the evening. Hahaha I was gleeful! Buzzing within! Ok ok ok calm down… cleaning myself, dressing in the best I had and off walking several kilometres to the train station. I would be there when I would be… a time before apps, you could make an educated guess when a train would pass through but it was a guess, a wait and see adventure. I solve that puzzle, all the whilst trying to keep my young body’s attention! It wanted to think of nothing other than my evening! To be sought out and chosen by this couple, it was flattering! Ok ok, just get there… I rest and wrestle with this aspect of myself, it wants, its excited! What is going to happen? What are they like? I knew the area wasn't the safest, but I’m also one to risk peril, if trouble was found I’d navigate it, I held no fear I wouldn't come home, but the thrill and excitement carried me, Penrith… Kingswood… this is it this is it get off now! I get off onto the platform and this is a time before apps… I have an address in my pocket scrawled on paper, and memories of the UBD I checked out before I left… now I just need to go north, follow that and look to my right… that's their street. I was lucky as I round the corner he is there, “g'day mate, Michael is it?” he reaches for my hand, and and before I know we’re shaking hands, I’m smiling like a giddy silly little puppy! Omg this is real! I remember the feeling and being carried upon it to his home… I can barely recall that walk, what we spoke of, he was an excited Man, eager to introduce me to his wife… I’m certain any onlookers would have seen two space cadets, rambling incomprehensibly! We arrived and it was a nice place, well kept, nice furniture, these are people who take pride in where they live, their things and one another. I felt at ease immediately as I’m led to the rear yard. She stood and walked over, introducing herself, we hugged which I came to find is the handshake equivalent when a man is introduced to a woman. I am flying by the seat of my pants, I have no idea on the expectation or what is the normal! I have no previous experience to fall upon, I’m jumping all these hurdles and its going well and I have no clue what's going on and I love it! We flirt about the fire and he offers me a drink, he brings me Southern Comfort which to this day I cannot smell without being brought back to this night… I sit and listen, he sits, I raise this glass, sip… sip again… sip some more as they mimic me, relaxing by the fire with talk of their business and the day to day toils. I’m beginning to feel the effect, she gets up comes to sit before me pulling my pants down, taking my cock into her mouth a long moment stretches forth… I hear her holding her breath… savouring… and the deep outward breath as she releases me from her mouth looking up into my eyes as she does. This moment is burnt into my memory… sitting sipping a drink… this mans wife gripping and savouring my cock… it amazed me... It felt very right… this is the escape… the reward… the playtime I had yearned for. The look upon her was devilish, joy and desire written plainly with no remorse for what she was, what she was doing… She was a predator and I was her prey... Her meal… and I liked being that for her. Her husband came in behind her as she fawned and played with my cock, putting her to her knees, parting her body… bringing himself into her… The energy shifted so remarkably! So suddenly! It was like another woman had taken her place! The breath escaped her as did all resistance and pressure from somewhere inside of her. A release of something held bad in her day to day world… her claws extending and retracting as her animal self shook off the civil mask it wore… The animal woman who was before me was like non I’d ever encountered… before she was fawning… seeking approval what she was taking was allowed… this animal took what she wanted without reservation! She erupted with expression, growls, purrs and moans all centred upon my body, my cock. She was hungry, ravenous, she wanted… her soft grip grew stern, my hips were hers, my cock was hers… he ate, stroked and made sure when her eyes met mine that I knew what she wanted… and I wanted this animal woman to take from me… Her husband could see the expressions of his wife were soon to escape the back yard and become well known to the neighbours… foreseeing her need he relinquished and brought our attention back to reality… “inside” he said… his wife and I complying quickly, my clothing left in the yard. I’m led straight to the bedroom he lays down and we do as we did in the yard, but now it was his time to rest and my time to feed her body… The energy was as intoxicating as the drink I was served… I could feel her want, how her body parted and engulfed mine, she pushed back before I brought myself forward into her…she wanted me within and she made it known, this was not a time to be reserved... Her body wanted to be fed… She ignited… just as she did when her husband began behind her… primal, unhindered, animal woman… it was electric. I fed her... My hands gripped her hips, they were not gentle, they communicated to her body, “yes you will be fed… and I will feed you”... We fucked for quite some time, to the point her husband dozed on the side of the bed, she was atop riding me and saw he was out cold, worn from the day. She rode and took as she needed and I let her play, brought her close and rested her, then when she caught her breath she would rise and take again! Her husband awoke and got up, a time went by and we chose to look for him, check on his welfare. In that time I went outside to collect my things and bring them inside… scurrying in the dark, yep... Shoes…pants… wallet… ok yep everything then I head for the back doo only to find it locked… OMG! I’m thinking I’m locked out… I knock on one door…nothing, then over to the other back door, knock there…nothing, look in the windows its dark… “holy shit, I’ve been kicked out.” I’m thinking. There I am standing naked with a hard cock and a pile of clothing, swaying side to side with the alcohol I’ve had in the evening… oh nooooooo! Wow ok… I am not one to get butt hurt about such things, I just acclimate, what do I do now! I put my clothes on, check the doors another time and start looking for the side gate, but there isn't one… giggling to myself about having to jump a fence or two drunk and well fucked, escaping this couples house so I can get home! Just as I’m about to jump the back door opens and she’s there, we have a giggle about being locked out, I hide my apprehensions that it was done with purpose, that I was no longer welcome. They were fears and I found nothing in reality to substantiate them. Needless to say the night was done, her husband was done and though she wanted me to stay and play she said gave priority to her husband, which is admirable and respectable. So we say out goodbyes and kiss, hold one another, there was a lot of passion there, for her for me and me for her… I was out the door as he had already retired. So its sometime towards or after midnight… I’m in Western Sydney, with very little concept of where I am or the perils of where I am… omg! Get to the train station! Ohhh so I get in there just as a train going west, straight on! Over to Penrith. When I get to Penrith there is nothing going up the mountain home and I am getting drunker and drunker as my body processes what we drank… this is not going to end well I felt. I called a mate, he sends his father… I’m sitting in the old bus rink, there are drunks everywhere and I’m just keeping my distance waiting, laying down, resting… whatever that was… the potency of that booze… wow never in my life! His father swoops in and grabs me, I can barely understand him, other than the quip “lucky I just got in, looks like that group was about to bash you.” I have no concept of who he is speaking about, but clearly he saw something I didn't… grateful for the pickup, for the save. I was whisked home, where I showered and went to bed. No one knew where I’d been, what I’d done, the adventure I’d had and its a story I’ve never shared with anyone. Kept it to myself these past 20 years. I later made attempts to find that couple once more, I don't know what happened to them. Whether there was a breakdown between them or maybe it was just a one night thing and they were done with me, maybe they just lost my number or I theirs… I’ll never know. But I valued what they shared of themselves with me, he supported his wife's needs, played a great host to me, treated me well and did so even with the taxing day to day chores he bid. She showed me the wild animal that dwells within a woman, hidden by the masks of the day, they have claws and teeth and want all the same as I have as a man... I love that she shared and showed me that aspect of herself, I woke up the next day and continued life as an 18 year old, not a friend knew… but it was adventure, it was perilous… but it was invigorating, empowering, like a potent fuel I’d not tasted before… one I would come to need and provide later in life. ;)

7 July 2025

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I had been planning a trip back to my old home town, so decided that I would have a look online to see if I could find some fun while I was there. I started chatting with this couple Jane & Jim (not their real names) and told them that I had an up coming trip back home and asked them if there were any events going on around the place while I was there. They said that there wasn’t a lot going on at that time of the year as most things had finished after the New Year’s celebrations. We contained to chat a few more times and discovered that we had a bit in common and decided that we should meet up for a drink while I was there. Fast forward 3 month and numerous messages and photo swaps, my trip was finally happening and I was about to meet Jim & Jane in person. We had agreed to meet at one of the bars close to where we were both staying, I showered, shaved and then headed down to meet Jim & Jane. By the time I got to the bar, they had already gotten a table and were starting their second drink, I introduced myself, asked if they would like another round which they said yes and I went to the bar to get our drinks. It was a good thing that I had to go to the bar as after seeing Jane for the first time in person I was starting to get a bit of a hard on, Jane was hotter in person than her photos. Jane was about 5’8” Slim build, blond hair and very checky. I grabbed our drinks and headed back to the table; Jane pulled the chair out for me to sit right next to her. We chatted for a while, ordered some more drinks and food as we were all getting along very well, I excused myself so I could go to the restroom and as I returned, I could see that Jim & Jane had been chatting about something as they both had big smiles on their faces. As I sat down Jane’s hand landed right on top of my thigh and she started to rub up and down the inner part with a couple of cheeky rubs over my cock, Jane then lent over to me and whispered in my ear.. I want you to fuck me; she could feel the bulge in my pants getting bigger. I looked at Jim, he looked at me and then nodded, I whispered in Jane's ear that I would love to fuck her as long as Jim’s ok with that, Jane replied that Jim was a cuckold and dose what he is told to do, I said say no more let’s do this so we finished our food & drinks and headed back to their room. We go back to their room, which had a very nice view of the city from their balcony where we chatted a bit more, had a few more drinks and Jane and I had a couple of kisses, the next thing I know, Jane has my pants down around my ankles and my cock in her mouth, here I am standing on this balcony trying not to react too much to this fantastic blowjob I was getting from Jane, as people are walking along the footpath below. Jim sitting in his chair and watching the show going on before starts to rub his own cock through his paints, I could see how horny he was getting so instructed him to stop playing and just sit there and watch his wife do her thing, I told Jane that we should take this to the bedroom and told Jim to sit on the chair next to the bedroom so he could hear me fuck his wife. We got to the bedroom with clothes flying everywhere, I pushed Jane onto the bed and started to work my way over her gorgeous body, I started licking her nipples, Jane let out a gap, I rubbed my hand down towards her pussy and found that she was very wet, I slid a finger inside her and started to rub het clit with my thumb, Jane let out an OMG. I looked up to see Jim standing at the door, I said to Jim, do you like what I’m doing to Jane, he said yes and then I asked him would he like to join us, he replied yes, I told him to go back and sit down in the lounge room as I haven’t finished with his wife. I looked down at Jane and she had a big smile on her face and said to me that she loved the way I ordered her husband around and then said get down there and eat me out, I didn’t need to be told twice as I dove down to start eating her very wet delicious pussy. The sound that was coming from Jane was making me so horny and hard, as my tongue was slowly exploring every part of her, all of a sudden, I felt Jane’s body tense has she started to orgasm, not only was she a very hot women, she also tasted amazing and I just kept on licking her clit until she came again. By this time Jane was begging for me to fuck her, I got up to my knees and started to rub the head of my cock slowly over her clit with a few little cock slaps thrown in, Jane’s moans are starting to become very loud and I see Jim pecking around the corner with his cock in his hand and having the odd stroke. I slowly worked my way in to her, getting longer with every stroke, I could feel Janes legs starting to twitch on my shoulders as she was getting closer to coming again, her moans when to another level with OMG, OMFG, I was starting to get close myself and a I asked Jane where she would like me to deposit my load, she replied on my stomach which I did. We both laid on the bed next to each other with a smile on our face, I called out to Jim and told him to come in and clean up the mess on aisle 1, Jim walked into the room with a towel but I stopped him and told him to clean up the mess with his tongue. Jim jump on the bed and started to lick up my deposit and it looked like he was enjoying way too much, I asked him if he had been wanking while listening to us, he said he had, I asked if he would like to fuck his wife now, he said he would, I told him to go stand in the corner of the room and don’t look as I haven’t finished fucking Jane. When I had finished with Jane, I could see that Jim is busting to get into the action, I said to Jane should we let him have a go, Jane smiled and said he can have 1 minute so make the most of it, I don’t think Jim lasted 30 seconds before letting go. We all moved into the lounge room have another drink before saying our good nights, Jane thanked me for a great night and I headed back to my room.

7 July 2025

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I was seeing a woman I had met on AMM when I was about 55 or so. She was an older woman around 63 from memory. She was a solid build, not fat but nice tits and good stamina. We would root all weekend on and off. I would see her every so often at her place, she had a nice house on the Central Coast. Our favourite was for me to sit up in bed with my back against the wall and have her mount me. We would just sit there most of the time, discussing the meaning of life as I pulled and sucked on her nipples occasionally and she gently bobbed up and down on my tool. I did a story on her some time ago so I won’t go over that again as it is not the point of this story. She had a reasonable circle of friends and every so often when we weren’t rooting we would go and visit one of them. She was a keen gardener and liked to go to nurseries or to look at other peoples gardens to get ideas for her own. I wasn’t fussed either way and while she was a good sport I was really there to root myself silly on the weekend before returning to the week day work grind. She had told me about this older gardening friend of hers one time and we had visited her back then. She told me how she had had, shall we say, an interesting life, having five children all too different guys when she was younger. She was in her early to mid seventies and so the five kids had long since left the nest. My lady friend hopped off my tool and decided that we should call in on this woman again to have the usual cuppa and to look at her garden. My tool had pumped (leaked would be a better description) a good quantity of pre-cum into her as she sat on me in bed that morning. Just as an aside has anyone else experienced that sensation? It is usually when I have been inside a woman for some time as in the scenario already described. The pre-cum must be building up. I clench my groin muscles and squirt a release of pre-cum into my woman. I’m not cumming, its just pre-cum but the sensation of drilling or pumping it inside her is very satisfying but the woman doesn’t seem to notice. Anyway back to my woman’s friend, I had rooted my woman from behind, bent over the kitchen bench, the night before and while I enjoyed that and was eyeing off the bench once more she bounced enthusiastically into the kitchen dining room all dressed and ready to go. I had had my mind made up for me and so I thought why not, an outing might be a nice change. A quick phone call to check that her friend was home and off we went. Some time later we arrived at the friend’s older style house that had been renovated and was neatly kept, complete with front garden as previously described. Her friend greeted us at the front door and after the hugs and kisses between the girls and a friendly greeting to me we went in and were ushered down the hallway past the lounge room and into the sunny back room just off the kitchen. As we sat there and the women did most of the talking I reacquainted my mind with my woman’s friend’s body. She was/is a slightly framed person, fairly flat chest or the dress she was wearing certainly didn’t show off any tits. I couldn’t remember anything spectacular in that department from my first visit to her and I usually remember things like that. Her arse wasn’t large but it was certainly bigger than her tits. All in all she was just an older woman enjoying her retirement in her house and garden in the sunshine which is how it should be. I thought how I was looking forward to being an older guy in the same or similar situation and not having to get up in the dark every morning to beat the traffic to get to work with all of the other week day working slaves. As we sat there her friend busied herself in the kitchen and carried on the conversation at a slightly raised volume with us from there. She mentioned some plant or other and my woman couldn’t contain herself and immediately raced out the door to the garden to look at whatever they were talking about. The friend came out of the kitchen into the room where I was sitting and while talking though the open, albeit partially curtained window to my woman, put our teas down and without stopping after releasing the teas placed her hand down between my legs and onto my crotch. Even though mere minutes before I had been analyzing her body and was in full perving mode, I wasn’t prepared for her actions and looked up at her in an alarmed but nevertheless grateful way, grabbing her wrist and “quietly” shouting “what are you doing?!” She went on talking to my woman in a slightly raised voice so that my woman, who was now wandering around the garden, could hear her, about the bloody plant and groped down harder on my tool and balls. That prompted a breath gasping, eye opening display of a mixture of pain and sexual pleasure as it felt like my balls were going to make an appearance in my throat. Despite my pain/pleasure and my terror of being discovered by my garden exploring woman, my fight to get her friend’s hand off my gear was weakening fast and I eventually just held her wrist in place lest she stop groping, rather than trying to get it the hell out of my groin! I left her to grope around all the while craning my neck to check that my woman was still out in the garden with her plants. It was difficult not to wince in pain as she wasn’t holding back groping and squeezing my cluster. I had opened my legs to give her better access and moved her hand so that it could engulf even more of my jewels. I remember that she put her other hand onto the back of my chair to support herself as she must have been tiring with all of the effort she was putting into assaulting my gear. She eventually stopped and released my by now erect tool and gave my balls a well deserved rest, returning to her chair that was thankfully way over on the other side of the table, just as my woman reappeared from the garden, chattering away about how well the bush or whatever it was, was doing. They both nattered (the friend completely calm and composed) on, as I tried to recover and think about what had just happened. Their conversation went on and I excused myself, asking where the toilet was and retired to clean myself up just in case a wet spot decided to add itself to my confusion and fear of discovery. Once in there I unzipped and allowed my by now half flaccid tool to flop out still engorged and fat but sagging down. I almost felt sorry for it as it had after all been minding its own business, warm and snug with its two mates in their dark hidey hole when it was fallen upon by some unknown hand and mauled severely. I opened my pants and lowered them and my undies down around my knees and I stood there assessing the damage. I couldn’t help but stop to admire my gear in the vanity mirror. The fat, broad backed dangling tool, the disgusting old skin of the scrotum protruding out of both sides from behind it and the balls hanging down putting a strain on that old looking skin by their sheer size and weight. Yeah, yeah, dream on. My undies were awash with pre-cum but it hadn’t managed to soak through to my pants. The tool was still oozing pre-cum in its pathetic dangling stance. I grabbed some toilet paper, quickly placing it under the eye of oozing phallus to catch the ever increasing in length, strand of crystal clear goo before wiping the strand and the offending knob of any excess, squeezing out the hopefully final gobs into the paper before consigning it to the toilet bowl and sending it on its trip to the treatment works and then the ocean for all of the little fishies to enjoy. Who’d be a fish?! I had to be careful that my knob didn’t drip down any of its goo into my pants or onto the floor. I wouldn’t want anyone to slip and hurt themselves would I? After a clean up, including the floor, I returned to the girls who were still gabbling away. I don’t think they even missed me and we left shortly after. I can’t remember what we did for the rest of the day or the following day. My thoughts were elsewhere. I left for home the following night and wound my way through the dark streets heading for the expressway and home. It was about then that the dick took over the navigation and I found myself heading back to the friend’s place. I parked outside and wrestled with my conscience before the dick had its way and I fronted nervously up to the front door. I knocked and stood there in the darkness before the front verandah light came on and her face appeared at the curtained side window beside the door. “oh” was all I heard as she recognised me through the window. She opened the door and said abruptly “what do YOU want?” I had heard the “oh” and “What do YOU want” from women in the past, when they know full well what YOU want. YOU want to get your dick into them and they know that! From a philosophical and conscientious point of view, does doing the slutty old friend of my woman behind her back make me a cad and a bastard? If it does then I will blame my dick again. That bloody thing has got me into so much trouble over the years! She opened the door and I went in and she shut the door behind me. Nothing was said and I followed her into the lounge room. She was wearing her dressing gown over her nightie. She very provocatively opened her dressing gown and I had her bent over the back of the lounge in nothing flat. She let out the first of many little old lady “ooohs” as I did so. I unzipped, had my dick out, pulled up her night gown and pulled down her panties in a positively indecent hurry. I took my dick in hand, fished around for her twat and drove my dick into her. Another “ooooh” and a few grunts from both of us as I drove her into the lounge with almost brutish cruelty, my tool enjoying its revenge for her hard handling of it the day before. She was balanced on the back of the lounge, her feet off the ground but she managed to put her hand around onto my arse to try to pull me into her and to get me to root her harder and I thought I was being a right bastard up to that point so I increased the pounding. The whole lounge was rocking and the “oooohs” and “aaaghs” were coming fast and frequently and they were loud. It was after all her house and so I just let her scream and carry on before I exploded into her delivering a gush of hot cum that added to the squishing sound of my dick coursing into her in those final thrusts of jism delivering desperation, straining to empty the entire contents of my balls into her. Generous, that’s the kinda guy I am. I thanked her and we agreed to keep this little episode between us. I hitched up my pants and left. This became a pattern as I saw her after a weekend with my woman a few times, briefly dropping in to do her on my way home to Sydney. It was usually the same routine of getting into the lounge room with indecent sexually driven haste, draping her over the back of the lounge and giving her a furious quickie hump all within fifteen or twenty minutes or so and then hitching up my pants and racing out the door. There was a one time exception though. This time she stopped me as we arrived in the lounge room. She started to undo my shirt and peeled it off my shoulders, with it still tucked into my pants and my arms still in my sleeves, to fall down exposing my chest. Now I am not the biggest built guy in the chest department but she proceeded to run her hands all over my arms and shoulders and through the hairs on my chest. She is only a little thing and I am fairly tall so she was reaching up enjoying my chest which I thrust out in a Tarzanish sort of way (and they say women are vain) when she sneakily went for my belt. I didn’t need anymore information as I took over and stripped off for her, standing there naked with my tool standing out like a lump of wood. She on the other hand was fully clothed in her pyjamas. I remember that because some of my fluid had leaked out of my knob when I rubbed up against her and dripped down making several marks on the front of the red satin material of the pyjamas. She looked me up and down and then down at my rampant cock with a smile as if I wasn’t even there, just her and the cock. She picked up a pillow from the lounge and dropped it on the floor at my feet. She took my arm and I helped her to her knees on the pillow, getting her settled and stable before she chuckled and held onto my hips to steady herself. As I peered down on the top of her grey haired head, all I could see was her arms clamped onto my hips or the sides of my thighs and her head wavering around as she tried to dock my annoyingly swinging dick (that I was really trying to hold still for her, but excitement had the better of me) with her mouth. She took me in her mouth and swallowed as much of the cock as she could in one go before returning to tantalisingly just suck on the knob and a bit of the shaft with a delightful noise similar to Hannibal Lecture’s slurping noise in that movie “The Silence Of The Lambs”. Do you remember, he says “I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti” and he makes that slivering slurping noise with his mouth, well she made a similar noise as she slurped her way up and down my tool. I wanted to hold her head, one hand under the chin and the other on the top of her head and really fuck her face but this was her show and I think I just put both of my hands on my head as I didn’t know any better place and let her do her thing. It was about then as I stood there being serviced that I noticed a reflection of us in the doors of a glass fronted cupboard. I was kinda turned on by my naked body and her kneeling in front of me going for her life on my phallus. I threw out my chest and my hips to present my tool to her even more and felt like grunting like Tarzan or one of his ape friends. She varied her technique, slurping along the sides of the shaft like sucking on the sides of a corn cob. As she ran her lips along the shaft I could hear the wetness as her lips rippling over the veins in my tool. All of this time I could feel that she had hold of my balls in a “feel the weight” caressing sort of grip at first that changed to a full strangulation grip of my scrotum pulling down on my nuts as she worked on the cock. After slurping along my shaft, she returned to concentrate on gobbling down on the knob. She must have been tiring as she slowed and the bastard that I am I held her head and started to drive my tool in and out of her mouth. I couldn’t be too much of a bastard though as she still had hold of my balls. It was all very horny, although the balls did feel a bit painful at times but it didn’t take much of that before I could feel my orgasm welling up and that it was about to deliver a tidal wave of hot jism spurting out of the tip of my knob in the warm darkness of her mouth and throat. I couldn’t contain myself. She knew I was going to orgasm. She took hold of the side of my thighs and held on. The sight of her bracing herself was too much for my excitement and I filled her mouth with my cum, making her cough and gag with little lip farting explosions along the sides of my shaft. I slowed my thrusting and I could hear her lips making that squishing noise as they were still tightly wrapped around my veiny nobbley shaft, until my cum ran back out over her chin and dripped down the front of her night gown. I strained and trembled to drain myself into her mouth and then pulled out allowing my spent tool to flop down. I helped her to her feet, cleaned myself up, dressed and left as I had to work the following day and I had a long drive in front of me. I’d like to say that this routine went on for some time but my woman dumped me a few weeks later as she was going overseas for some time, so I didn’t see either of them again and life went on.

5 July 2025

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