It was one day after school, I had softball practice for a game later that night. Well practice ended a little early. So I decided to go get a snack from the vending machine in the school, I was wearing a bra with a jacket over it. When I walked in the school I seen someone I knew we talked and he seen my bra strap, and said are not wearing a shirt, I said no why. He tried to unzip my jacket and I screamed dude wtf. He said I just wanted to see them. At this point I was kinda turned on, I really didn’t know what that meant but I did know my pussy was wet. So I let him unzip it and he grabbed my boob no one has ever done this to me before I was a virgin and I was scared. So he told me to follow him we went upstairs and he was turning every door handle to every class room we passed, until one was unlocked. He said come on inside, he locked the door and started kissing me grabbing my ass and grabbing my boobs, then he went down to kiss and suck on my neck really hard, I didn’t know what he had done to my neck but I loved it.then he started sucking on my boobs. Then he unzipped his pants and made me suck his dick I didn’t know what I was doing he said just don’t use your teeth, so I didn’t then he bent me over the desk and stuck his big cock in my tight pussy I said be easy it’s my first time, he was scared about my cherry popping I said I already popped it myself a long time ago, I didn’t want to deal with it the first time I had sex. It’s like that turned him in because he stuck his dick in my pussy so hard and went balls deep. Then he flipped my over and I almost fell off the desk but his dick was still in me. He didn’t wear a condom which was soo hot so he pulled his dick out of my pussy and put me to the ground and came in my mouth! Then he walked Out

#Part Three

Meanwhile a few minutes ago, I came back home with my groceries only to find Meleeza not in the living room as she stayed before I left. I thought maybe she got bored and stayed with Jehan in his office. As I approach his office I could hear a slight moan coming from the room. As I walk closer and closer the moaning became louder. I was curious and appriached his office silently only to find Meleeza my daughter's best friend wrapped her lips around my husband's cock and he was high from the pleasure.

I was angry at first but then aroused upon seeing what's happening between them. I was aroused to see that Jehan was having fun and being pleasured by our daughter's best friend. I didn't talk abuut this with Jehan but I was meaning to discuss with him about if me and him could invite another partner into our bedroom to spice up our sex life without my daughter's presence in the home of course.

I always wondered how it felt like to see my husband fuck a girl or getting fucked infront of me. Then I thought that this was the perfect time to explore that side. So I watched them quietly and enjoyed myself as Jehan and Meleeza was having a good time. Then I decided to confront both my husband and his little new mistress to see their reaction.

Meleeza's heart pounded in her chest as she heard my voice. The room seemed to spin around her, and for a moment, she couldn't breathe. Jehan's hand instinctively went to pull his pants, trying to cover himself up, but it was too late. Renu had seen everything.

"Having a little fun are we?" I asked again, my voice dripping with a mix of anger and something else—something Meleeza couldn't quite place.

Jehan opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His face was flushed, and his breathing was heavy. Meleeza stood up, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She looked at me, who was now standing just a few feet away, my eyes fixed on Meleeza with a strange intensity.

"I'm sorry, Aunty Renu," Meleeza stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "It wasn't what it looked like."

I took a step closer, my gaze never wavering. "So how was it, honey? Did you like it? Did you like sucking my husband's cock, you slut?"

Meleeza's breath caught in her throat. She could feel my fingers tightening slightly around her neck, the pressure just enough to make her nervous but not enough to hurt. She swallowed hard, unsure of what to say.

"Answer me!" I demanded, my voice low and threatening.

"Yes," Meleeza whispered, her voice trembling. "Yes, I liked it."

My eyes narrowed, and I released my grip on Meleeza's neck. "Good," I said, my tone softening slightly. "Now show me how you sucked my husband's cock, you fucking whore."

Meleeza hesitated for a moment, her mind racing. But before she could think too much about it, I glare forced her into action. She knelt down in front of Jehan, his cock already half-hard again, and wrapped her hand around it. She glanced up at me one more time, seeing both satisfaction and something else—curiosity, maybe?—in her eyes.

Meleeza took Jehan's cock into her mouth, her lips pressing against the tip. She felt him grow harder in her mouth, and she began to bob her head up and down, her tongue swirling around the shaft. She could hear my breathing getting heavier, could see her watching intently, my hands resting on her hips.

Jehan's hands reached down, threading through Meleeza's hair as he guided her movements. He let out a low groan, his body tensing as Meleeza continued to suck him off. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she tasted the saltiness of his skin as she moved faster, her own arousal building with each passing second.

I stepped closer, my presence looming over them both. Meleeza could feel my eyes on her back, burning into her skin. She didn't dare stop, didn't dare look up, even as I spoke again.

"That's it," I murmured, my voice husky. "Show me how much of a slut you really are."

Meleeza slowly pulled away, his cock slipping from her mouth with a soft pop. She looked up at me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. My expression was unreadable, my gaze was steady as I watched Meleeza.

"Is that all you can do?" I asked, my voice cold and calculating.

Meleeza swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "No," she whispered, her voice shaking. "There's more."

My demand hung in the air, a heavy, electric tension that seemed to buzz between the three of us. Meleeza's heart pounded in her chest, her breath shallow and quick. She could feel the residual wetness from Jehan's cum still clinging to her lips, a reminder of what had just transpired. She looked at me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity, unsure of what to do next.

Jehan, still standing beside the table, was also caught off guard by my request. His cock, which had only just begun to soften, twitched at the thought of fucking Meleeza while I watched. He glanced at me, seeing the determination in my eyes, and knew there would be no backing down. With a slow, deliberate motion, he reached down and began stroking himself, coaxing his erection back to full hardness.

I smiled, satisfied with Jehan's response, and then turned my attention to Meleeza. "Come here," I commanded, my voice firm but not unkind. Meleeza hesitated for a moment before obeying, walking over to where I stood. I reached out and took Meleeza by the chin, tilting her head up so our eyes met. "You’re going to learn a lot today, my dear," I said softly, my grip gentle but assured.

" Now I want you to undress your remaining cloths and lay on this table with your legs spread." I said to Meleeza in a commanding voice. Then I pulled Jehan closer pulling from this now semi hardned cock. I stroke his cock to make it hard, With one hand still resting on Meleeza's chin, I used my other hand to guide Jehan's now fully erect cock towards Meleeza's entrance. Meleeza gasped as she felt the familiar pressure against her folds, the heat of Jehan's shaft pressing insistently against her sensitive skin. I released Meleeza's chin and placed both hands on her hips, steadying her as she positioned Jehan at the entrance to her young, tight pussy.

"Relax," I whispered, sensing Meleeza's growing anxiety. "Let him inside amd feel his warmth."

Meleeza took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of sensations swirling within her. She felt the tip of Jehan's cock nudge against her opening, and with a small nod from me, she allowed herself to yield, slowly sinking down onto Jehan's length. The sensation was overwhelming—an intense mix of fullness and warmth that made her toes curl and her breath catch in her throat. She could feel every ridge and vein of Jehan's cock as it slid deeper inside her, stretching her, filling her in a way that left her breathless.

Jehan groaned as he felt himself buried inside Meleeza, her tightness gripping him like a vice. He looked down at her, watching her face contort with a mix of pleasure and discomfort, and felt a surge of protectiveness mixed with raw, primal desire. He placed his hands on her waist, gently guiding her movements as he began to thrust into her, slowly at first, giving her time to adjust to the feeling of being filled.

I stepped back, watching the two of them with a predatory gleam in my eye. I crossed my arms over my chest, my gaze never leaving Meleeza's flushed face. "Enjoy yourself, Meleeza," I said, my voice dripping with amusement. "This is just the beginning."

Meleeza bit her lower lip, trying to focus on the sensations rather than the humiliation of being watched so closely. She felt Jehan's thrusts gain momentum, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples hardening in the cool office air. She could hear the slap of flesh against flesh, the sound mingling with the rhythmic creak of the table beneath them.

Jehan's hands moved from her waist to her breasts, cupping them with surprising tenderness. He gave her nipples a gentle squeeze, eliciting a soft moan from Meleeza. The added sensation sent sparks of pleasure radiating through her body, making her writhe on Jehan's cock. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, the pleasure building faster and more intensely than before.

My lips curled into a smile as I watched Meleeza's reactions. I could see the girl's struggle to keep control, the way her body trembled with each thrust. It wasn't long before Meleeza's moans grew louder, her hips bucking against Jehan's as she neared climax. I decided it was time to take things a step further.

I walked around the table until I stood directly in front of Meleeza. Without warning, I leaned in and pressed my lips to Meleeza's, locking our mouths together in a passionate kiss. Meleeza's eyes flew open in shock, but the surprise quickly melted into desire as my tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting her, teasing her. The kiss was electrifying, a bold contrast to the softer, more tentative kisses I had shared with Jehan.

Jehan watched the interaction with rapt fascination, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he saw the exchange between the two women. The sight of his wife kissing Meleeza, of the younger girl's moans muffled against my lips, drove him wild with need. He grabbed Meleeza's hips with renewed force, pounding into her with abandon as he sought his own release.

Meleeza's world narrowed to the sensations flooding her body—the relentless thrusting of Jehan's cock, the hot, insistent press of my lips, the slick friction of her pussy clenching around Jehan's shaft. She could feel her orgasm approaching, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over her. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as she lost herself in the kiss, in the relentless rhythm of Jehan's thrusts.

Suddenly, without warning, the orgasm hit her like a freight train. Meleeza cried out into my mouth, her entire body convulsing with the force of her release. She could feel Jehan's cock pulsing inside her, flooding her with warmth as he came hard, driven over the edge by the sight of me and Meleeza locked in a heated kiss.

I pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss just long enough to whisper, "Good girl," before returning my lips to Meleeza's. I continued to stroke Meleeza's hair, soothing her as the last waves of orgasm rippled through her body.

Jehan slowly withdrew from Meleeza, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He took a step back, breathing heavily as he tried to steady himself. I finally broke the kiss, my eyes meeting Jehan's with a knowing look. "See, Jehan?" I said, my voice low and intimate. "We make quite the team."

Meleeza collapsed back onto the table, her legs trembling, her body spent. She looked up at me and Jehan, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She didn't know what to think, what to feel, but one thing was certain—she was far from done with this unexpected journey.

The End.

The heavy black chains chafed Elin’s wrists, shackled and held in place high above her head. A matching collar imposed itself on her breathing and kept her neck painfully straight, the sigiled irons an unmistakable sign of her new life. She remembered the day her village had been raided. Fires and hoofbeats had become a whirlwind of confusion as the horse-men of the Flatlands fell upon them. The centaurs rarely emerged from the endless oceans of tall grass that was their home, but when they did, they would roam far looking for human settlements. Elin’s village had been unlucky. Elin had been unluckier.

Half-awake, she did her best to adjust herself into a more comfortable position, but she knew it was pointless. Her bindings were cruel and unusual, and she was reminded of it constantly by the smell of stables and the itchy, coarse hair of the beast she was tied to against her back. She was chained directly to the centaur, beneath his wretched equine bottom half. Stripped of her clothes, she'd been lashed with long chain leads, her hands to his neck and each of her legs up and around his flanks, until she was spread wide. It was a position that wasn't just uncomfortable, nor simply humiliating, though it was both of those things. She was there for convenience.

Elin let out a soft groan as she felt the masculine heat close behind her. It was a feeling she'd grown too familiar with over the past few days. She knew exactly what would follow, and sure enough it was only a moment before she felt the head of his cock, flared wider than her calf, press against her lips. He continued to grow, the insistence against her sex increasing with his size. She clenched as she always did, but he'd used her body nearly a dozen times already, and her pussy had put up less resistance each time. She feared he was moulding her to his massive size over time, and whether the husband she'd been stolen from would ever be able to feel her again.

The pressure built and built at Elin's entrance until finally, with a pop that forced the breath she'd been holding from her lungs, the flare slipped in. It stretched her hole wide around it, a feeling she remembered screaming from the first time. Now she only groaned lowly as the centaur continued to get harder, his fat cock sliding deeper into his new toy. She shivered as the flare pressed into sensitive places, sending tiny jolts up her spine until, finally, it came to rest. He had her completely impaled, the thick outline of his cock apparent against her stomach, a reminder she didn't need of just how much of her he could violate at once. But her gaped cunt didn't even attempt to deny him any longer. Instead, it gripped and twitched against her will, slicking his shaft and submitting itself to him.

The centaur walked with his clanmates, barely even paying attention to the jewelry he wore that also massaged his cock. Each step he took caused the flare to move within her, battering into the deepest parts of her, sensitive spots that soon had a heat building in her core all her own. She gasped and moaned, unable to do anything but bear with it. Heavy balls swung to slap her clit, sending lightning through her nerves and making her shake. It felt as if he was purpose-built to use her. To ruin her completely. Her crotch ached with need, her juices flowing like a river. It wasn't long before she found herself on the edge. She'd been unable to stop that hot storm from taking her body over no matter how hard she resisted, and with each time the bitch-breaking cock used her, her willpower faltered earlier. Internally she begged her husband for forgiveness, wherever he was, and then she came.

Elin shuddered and writhed against her bonds, her cunt desperately clamping down on the massive horsecock within it. The centaur only gave a whinny, obviously pleased with his toy's attempt at pleasing him. Drool dripped from both sets of Elin's lips, animal moans falling from her open mouth. He hadn't even given her the satisfaction of a full thrust, yet it was one of the best orgasm she'd ever had. They always were. Even as she slowly came down from her climax, the beast never stopped, his cock continuing to stir her insides, never fully letting that heat die down. Elin already knew she would cum again. She would cum, over and over on his cock, countless times before he was done with her. Just like all the other times, she'd be left brain-fried and limp, her pussy a gaping, squirting mess. But even now, knowing her fate, she found herself looking forward to it. She always came hardest when he finally filled her, his foul, virile seed staining her body from the inside. He'd dumped dozens of loads deep into her helpless pussy, and now it begged for more.

As Elin came again, she thought back to her husband. Maybe it wasn't so bad that he wouldn't be able to feel her pussy after this. After all, she didn't know how he could possibly please her anymore. Her cunt, her body, had been broken completely. Trained. Trained to be nothing more than a centaur's plaything. A necklace. She smiled as his cock twitched inside her and his balls tensed against her wet thighs. Her body tensed with them in anticipation of the delicious seed her master was about to give her, and the pleasure it would bring her to take it all. As the first hot splash coated her insides, she came, her scream echoing through the Flatlands. Her life now was much better.

I can’t help myself—there’s something about a man dressed to the nines, sitting all prim and proper across from me, knowing I’ve got him locked up tight under those fancy slacks. Alex looked a little on edge, shifting slightly in his seat at this high-end restaurant, and honestly, it was hard not to grin. The cage under his pants wasn’t just some accessory. No, it was a reminder. A reminder of who was in charge and who got to decide when—if—he’d ever get any release.

The night was just beginning, and I was having way too much fun already. I leaned forward a bit, letting him get a good view down the neckline of my dress. His eyes darted down, just a quick glance, but I saw that little flash of desperation in them. It was like he was on a tightrope, caught between being my perfect gentleman and wanting to beg for even the tiniest touch.

“Nervous?” I asked, letting my hand rest on his thigh under the table. Just a light touch. Just enough to make him squirm.

He cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure. “No…no, just…focused.”

“Hmm. Focused,” I repeated, pressing my hand a little harder. He didn’t flinch, but I felt him tense up, his leg going rigid. “You mean distracted?”

“Maybe a little.”

I smirked, trailing my fingers up his thigh until I felt that familiar little bulge of metal. He gasped, and I could practically feel his pulse racing through his leg. “What’s the matter? Don’t you like my touch?” I teased, knowing full well it was the only thing he’d been thinking about.

His eyes darted around, but he couldn’t hide the way his breathing had quickened. “Of course I do…” he muttered, almost embarrassed. Good.

I leaned closer, just enough to let my breath tickle his ear. “Good, because tonight, you’re going to be a very good boy for me. Right?”

He nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes, ma’am.”

I bit back a smile. Perfect. I let my hand stay right there, resting against his cage, applying just a bit of pressure, enough to remind him of exactly who held the key. Literally—I had it on a chain around my neck, resting just above my cleavage, where he kept sneaking glances.

“Here,” I said, picking up a piece of his dessert on my fork, bringing it to his lips. “Open.”

He did, leaning forward to take the bite, his gaze never leaving mine. I could see it in his eyes, the way he was holding back, trying not to give in completely, even though we both knew he would. Because at the end of the day, that was what he loved about this. About us. The complete, helpless surrender.

“You like being mine, don’t you, Alex?” I murmured, low enough that only he could hear.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Good boy,” I cooed, running my fingers along the line of his cage, a light touch that sent a shiver through him. He was practically vibrating with tension now, trying to keep it together with the waiter just a few feet away. That was the beauty of it, wasn’t it? This delicious little secret we shared, right under everyone’s noses.

When the waiter came over to check on us, I pulled my hand back, watching as Alex did his best to act normal, his voice a bit strained as he responded. Poor thing. I was having way too much fun watching him try to play it cool.

Once we were alone again, I leaned in, letting my lips brush his ear. “When we get home, I’m going to make you worship every inch of me. But don’t even think you’re getting out of that cage tonight.”

His breath hitched, his eyes widening just a bit. “I… I understand, ma’am.”

“Good,” I purred, trailing my hand up his thigh once more, just for a quick reminder of who was in control.

By the time we were ready to leave, he was practically squirming in his seat, eyes darting to the key around my neck. I could practically read his mind, see that desperation for release, that flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, I’d unlock him tonight. But we both knew that wasn’t happening. Not yet. He’d have to earn that.

On the drive home, I let the anticipation build, resting my hand on his knee, sliding up and down his thigh in slow, teasing strokes. Every once in a while, I’d catch him sneaking a look at me, like he was just barely hanging on.

“Patience, Alex,” I murmured, giving his leg a little squeeze. “We’re not even close to done tonight.”

When we finally got back to my place, I led him inside, closing the door behind us. Without a word, I pushed him down to his knees, watching as he looked up at me with those eager, pleading eyes.

“Remember what I said?” I asked, running my fingers through his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him gasp.

“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered, his voice thick with anticipation.

I leaned down, bringing my lips close to his ear. “Good. Because tonight, you’re going to show me exactly how much you love being locked up for me. And if you’re very, very good, maybe I’ll consider letting you out… someday.”

The look on his face was pure, desperate adoration. And that? That was exactly the way I wanted him.

All characters depicted are consenting adults over the age of 18. Athaliah, the protagonist, is 29, and her partner, Marcus, is 33.

Sometimes, the best nights are the ones we never really plan—just a bit of moonlight, a secluded spot, and a whole lot of trust. Marcus and I have this unspoken rhythm when we’re alone like this, and tonight I wanted to surprise him with something a little… unfiltered. Something to remind him that submission wasn’t just a bedroom thing; it’s wherever, whenever I want.

“Ready to see what I’ve got planned?” I asked, grinning as I pulled the harness out of my bag. His eyes widened slightly, the way they always did when he saw it. He wouldn’t admit it, but he loved when I took control like this. Out here, he couldn’t rely on the safety of walls or dimmed lights—just the stars, me, and a whole lot of trust.

He knelt down as I clipped the restraints around his wrists, securing him to a low tree branch, his body already tense and ready. I let my fingers drift down his shoulders and across his back, feeling the shiver that ran through him. “You know,” I murmured, leaning down to his ear, “out here, no one’s going to hear you. I get to take my time. Make you beg. Make you say things you wouldn’t dare say otherwise.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered, his voice strained with anticipation.

“Oh, we’re a little formal tonight?” I laughed softly, adjusting the straps of the harness around myself, making sure it was snug. “Don’t worry, love. We’re gonna change that real quick.”

I took my time behind him, letting the weight of the strap-on rest against him, teasing just enough to make him squirm. He was breathing harder now, his body caught between eagerness and restraint. I wrapped my hands around his hips, pulling him back against me. “You’re gonna take every inch, aren’t you, Marcus?” I asked, my tone sweet but dripping with challenge.

“Yes… yes, Athaliah,” he breathed, and I could feel that little surrender, that hesitation turning into need.

“Good boy.” I pushed in, slow and deliberate, watching him adjust to the fullness, the way his body gave way as he leaned back into me. I took my time, each inch sinking deeper, letting him feel every bit of it, savoring the way he tensed and then relaxed with a shuddering breath.

I couldn’t help but murmur, “That’s it, let me in, just like that. You were made for this, weren’t you?”

He let out a breathy moan, barely able to keep still as I started to move, each thrust pulling a new sound from him. I could tell he was trying to stay composed, but out here, tied up, his control was slipping fast. “I want you louder,” I whispered, voice low and teasing. “Don’t hold back on me. No one else is around.”

I increased my pace, my grip on his hips tightening as I rocked into him, making sure he felt every bit of it. He gasped, unable to keep quiet any longer, and I felt a surge of satisfaction at his surrender. “Look at you,” I murmured, pushing deeper, “my strong, proud man, getting completely wrecked out here. Tell me how much you love it.”

He swallowed, voice raw, words tumbling out in a whisper. “I… I love it, Athaliah. Love being yours, like this. Take me, please—don’t stop.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” I let one hand drift up, brushing against his cheek as I leaned closer, my breath warm against his ear. “I’m gonna take you exactly how I want. You’re mine to play with, out here in the open, and you’re gonna take every last bit of it, aren’t you?”

“Yes, please… please, don’t stop,” he moaned, his voice full of need, and it was everything I wanted to hear. I pushed deeper, each thrust driving him further into submission, his body relaxing, giving in, letting me take him completely.

His breathing was ragged now, every inch of him trembling under my touch, and I could feel the tension building between us, each movement pulling him closer to the edge. I held him steady, driving him further, the rhythm deepening until he was barely able to keep himself upright, his entire weight leaning back against me.

“Oh, Marcus,” I murmured, my tone softer now but still laced with control. “You’re perfect like this, completely helpless and totally mine. I’m not letting go until I’ve had my fill.”

With one last thrust, he tipped over the edge, his moan breaking into a gasp as his whole body tensed, surrendering entirely. I held him close, letting him ride out every wave, his head falling back, mouth slack, his breathing slowing as he came down from the high. He was spent, but there was a quiet satisfaction on his face, like he’d just given me everything he had.

Slowly, I released the restraints, and he slumped against me, his breathing soft, his body still buzzing. I stroked his hair, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple as he caught his breath, his head resting against my shoulder.

“Out here with you, like this… I never imagined it’d feel this intense,” he murmured, his voice low, still shaky.

I smirked, giving his hair a playful ruffle. “You keep handing over the reins, love, and I’ll keep surprising you. I told you, didn’t I? You’re mine to take anywhere, anytime.”

I went over to this guy’s house to watch a movie, and before we could even pick a movie he pushed me against a wall. We started making out and tearing each other’s clothes off. He pinned my arms above my head, 50 Shades style, and I got hickies all down my chest. He was super hard and moaning so I was about to blow him when his parents called for him…they had been home the entire time…and before he goes to ask his parents what’s up he whispers in my ear, ‘Next time, you’re mine.’ It was SO hot.

I would like to share with you the story of my FWB adventure, which I have always wanted to try, casual sex has always turned me on and made me curious. And, I would like to know what you guys think about it.

As an introduction - we were barely 18 years old at the time. We had been friends for a very long time, we had known each other since elementary school. We lived as friends very closely. Once, before all this, I used to fantasise about her because of her huge breasts and fat ass.

We had a normal relationship between friends, but everything changed when we began to exchange more and more dirty/perverted texts or jokes towards each other. I can't hide the fact that I liked it a lot because of my past sexual perversions towards her and that I am also quite a perverted person.

One day I got a message from her on Snap, a picture of her in just a bra in the mirror. In the past it had been a dream of mine to see those big boobs if only in a bra. Then all those fantasies about this person, came back to me. When I saw it, it turned me on quite a lot, I became very hard. I replied to her with a joke message, we both laughed about it. In time it turned out that she sent it drunk but she wanted it very much only lacked courage before.

After some time, many perverted texts and jokes, I sent her a surprise that she was not expecting. A picture of my boxers when I was lying on the bed with my penis well exposed through my boxers. She was very surprised by this but also very happy about the surprise.

For some time we sent each other regular photos, videos in our underwear.

After a while, after some perverted jokes, I suggested FWB, without saying it directly, she asked if I was suggested FWB to her, she was surprised by this but you could hear in the voice message from her that she was happy with the idea.

For a relatively long time I investigated whether this was what she really wanted. We had deviant conversations with each other. Eventually I realised ‘Fuck, she really wants this’ at the thought of entering into such a relationship with a friend made me want to jerk off.

Eventually it gained speed, I invited her to my house, her perversion was spanking her fat bottom. She came to me, after drinking coffee, talking, I lifted her to stand in front of me, on her feet, pulled her to me, slapped her bottom, then set about pulling down her trousers, they were coming off her bottom with quite a bit of resistance. I told her to bend over, she did so, I sprayed her bottom red. Later she lay on her back on me, I always wanted to massage her tits, she let me, massaging them I got very hard, she could certainly feel it on her back, I didn't let her know it, her big tits were great, round, firm, perfect. She had to go home.

Finally she invited me to her place, there was nothing more to add, we were arranged for fun with each other. We drank coffee, she cuddled up to me, I started to touch her big tits, she massaged my bulge on my pants, you can see that she was shocked. I asked after a while if she would like to pull down my pants. She did so without hesitation. She saw my penis, took it in her hand, began to massage it gently. I took off her bra, started sucking her nipples while she massaged me. Finally, I asked if she wanted to have it in her mouth. She agreed, lay down on the edge of the bed, I got up on my feet and placed it in her mouth sliding it in slowly. She said she didn't expect me to suck it was one thing and another that I was so big, she was gagging. I changed positions, she sucked very well, I played with her face as I wanted for a solid hour, in between I played with her big tits.

Finally, I asked if I wanted to go to the next level. She answered in the affirmative. I took out the condoms I had bought just moments earlier. It turned out that they were too small for me (I have about 7 inches and the 6.7 thickness.), I had never put condoms on myself. She laughed that I had bought too small for me. Not caring at all, she went back to sucking, finally I asked where I could ejaculate, she said where I wanted. So I, who had always been turned on by finishing in mouth, finished in her throat. There was pretty much of it, I prepared for this meeting, some cum came out of her mouth. It was the best blowjob I had ever had in my life. She swallowed, didn't say anything at first, but in time she reveals to me that “tasty you have these babies.”

The next time with her, was unplanned, I had a free hour between lessons at school, so I came to see her. The meeting itself lasted a while, I managed to massage her, she gave me a blowjob. She swallowed again, said there was even more of it, laughing, she wanted more of it, she liked it.

The next time - it was planned, I prepared myself properly for it, I tried to fill my balls as much as possible for her, I loved how she swallowed everything I had in my balls. I came, she was already waiting for me, lying naked on the edge of the bed, when I entered she smiled, welcomed me in a perverted way, and opened her mouth wide, stretched her tongue out and waited for me to put my thick penis in her mouth. I undressed as quickly as I could. My bloated penis popped out of my boxers, she said “give it to me” I stuck my penis into her up to the end. She sucked it perfectly, put my hands on her head, she wanted a facefuck, I did it, it was perfect for me. She said“ I want it inside me” Stretch me please. I put on a condom, she bend over for me, I entered her slowly, all the way in, she liked it very much, she wanted more. I grabbed her around the waist, pushed her to me, clapped my balls against her ass. I was literally banging her. Finally, she mounted me on a cowgirl. She slapped her fat ass against my balls, it felt very good. It was great for me! I felt that I wanted to cum. She quickly went to her knees, opened her mouth, pulled off the condom, I facefucked her and cum in her throat. She said it was great!

For the next two weeks I persuaded (though I don't know if that's the right word, I encouraged more with quite a lot of effort on my part) her to have anal sex. Finally, she agreed. I took her into the shower, warmed her up with warm water, and finally grabbed lube, on my penis a bit and on her ass. I entered her very slowly due to the fact that no one had ever looked there. She moaned loudly, screamed, but said she liked it, and that I could confidently use her asshole. So I did, I fucked her hard in the ass, she screamed hard while doing it. As the feeling of sucking and clenching her anus pleased me very much, and as I was not wearing a condom, I flooded her inside with everything I had in my balls. She said it was great, I didn't expect anal pleasure for her.

That's where the story ends, in the meantime our paths split for various reasons, although we maintain residual contact to this day.

Let me know what you guys think about it.

#Part Two

Jehan asked with a sly grin on his face, " Do you know how it feels to suck a man's cock for the first time?"

Meleeza was curious and nervous at the same time since she had never seen a real cock up close other than seeing in porn in the internet. " I had never seen a hard cock up close let alone how it felt to suck on Mr. J." She said as she nervously looked down and not looking straight at Jehan.

" Don't think about it then. I'll teach you how to do it, Besides that's why you're here in my office in the first place right?, With that said Jehan sat on his chair once again and order's Meleeza, " first I want you to get down to your knees and crawl towards me under the table." Without wasting a moment Meleeza did as she was instructed.

" Then, I want you to unzip and remove my pants down my legs.", She once again did so as she was instructed. Meleeza was tempted to feel Jehan's cock on her hands. She started slowly stroking his cock to get it hard and then she pulled his foreskin down to see his cock head then once again she pulled his foreskin back up to see the motion of the foreskin cover the cock head. Jehan was aroused and tempted to watch Meleeza as she was experience her first cock on her hand and her playing with it with her fingers.

" Now I want you to lick my cock with your tongue and then take it inside your mouth. Now bop your head up and down while sucking on it like you would suck on a lolypop.". Jehan guided her while gazing upon her actions.

Jehan watched intently as Meleeza's lips wrapped around his cock, her teeth grazing lightly against the sensitive skin. He let out a soft gasp, his fingers twining through her hair gently, guiding her movements. "That's it, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "Suck it like you mean it."

Meleeza's eyes fluttered closed, her senses overwhelmed by the new experience. The taste of Jehan's precum on her tongue was salty and tangy, a stark contrast to the smooth texture of his shaft as she slid her mouth up and down. She could hear his breathing quicken, the sound of his chest rising and falling in rhythm with her motions. The room seemed to fill with the scent of their mingled arousal, a heady mix that made her feel dizzy with need.

She began to move faster, encouraged by the low groans escaping Jehan's throat. Her hand worked in tandem with her mouth, stroking the base of his cock as she bobbed her head. The sensation of his hardness in her mouth was both foreign and exciting, each pulse of pleasure sending shivers down her spine.

Jehan's hands tightened slightly in her hair, but he kept his touch gentle, not wanting to scare her away. "Keep going like that," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "You're doing so well, Meleeza."

Hearing his praise, she redoubled her efforts, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock as she took him deeper into her mouth. The feeling of her warm, wet mouth enveloping him was almost too much to bear. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter within him.

"I'm close, baby," he warned, his voice strained. "If you keep going like this, I'm going to cum inside your mouth."

Meleeza's heart raced at his words, a mixture of fear and excitement bubbling up inside her. She wanted to see what it felt like to make him climax with her blowjob and to taste his release. With a determined glint in her eye, she nodded, signaling her willingness to continue.

Jehan's breath hitched, his hips bucking involuntarily as he reached the edge. "Here it comes," he growled, his grip on her hair tightening just a fraction. "Swallow it all, Meleeza."

With a final, desperate thrust of his hips, Jehan came, his seed spilling into her mouth. Meleeza's eyes widened as she felt the hot, salty liquid filling her mouth, the taste overwhelming her senses. She swallowed quickly, trying to keep up with the flow, but some of it trickled out, running down her chin and onto her neck.

Jehan's body jerked with each powerful pulse of his orgasm, his eyes rolling back as he lost himself in the sensation. When it finally passed, he slumped back in his chair, gasping for air. He looked down at Meleeza, who was still kneeling before him, her face flushed and her lips glistening with his cum.

"Did I do okay Mr. J?" she asked timidly, wiping the excess semen from her chin with the back of her hand.

Jehan smiled, his hand reaching down to cup her cheek. "You were amazing," he assured her, his voice still rough with leftover passion. "That was incredible."

Meleeza blushed, a pleased smile spreading across her face. "I liked it," she confessed softly. "It felt... really good."

Jehan chuckled, pulling her up to sit on his lap, her legs straddling him. "I thought you might," he murmured, leaning in to press a tender kiss to her lips. "But there's still so much more to explore."

As his hands roamed over her body, Meleeza felt a thrill of anticipation wash over her. She had never imagined that sex could be so intense amd addictive, so all-consuming. But with Jehan, it felt like they were uncovering new depths of pleasure with each passing moment.

Jehan's fingers traced the curve of her hip, then dipped lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. He teased the edge of her panties, his touch light and teasing. "Do you want me to show you more?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.

Meleeza bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely audible. "Please."

To be Continued.

I got invited to go with one of my guy besties yesterday, to one of his friends Halloween parties. I was heavily debating on going or not but I just said fuck it and dressed up like a slutty cat in a black body suit. We pregamed really hard and was already super tipsy when we pulled up to the party.

We took a bunch of shots and about an hour into it I was horny as fuck and drunk. I already told you guys how I have been fucking my guy bestfriend. I grabbed him and he looked more drunk than me.. lol. I took him into the bathroom upstairs and nobody was up there. I started making out with him and rubbing his cock. I looked at him and said "you're gonna fuck me in the bathroom". And we kept making out. Once his dick was hard I puled his pants down and sucked his cock till it was hard and throbbing. He bent me over the sink and took my bodysuit off. We looked at ourselves in the mirror as he slid his cock into me. He grabbed my hair tight and pounded my ass for five minutes straight until he came all inside me. Probably was the best quickie I have ever had with anyone.

My "boss"( my dom and boyfriend for over half a year)and I recently began trying a secretary roleplay scenario, and today was our first day trying it out.

My tasks for the day included:

1. Dressing up in "assistant-appropriate" attire—a short skirt, a red sweater with a blouse underneath and no panties.
2. Planning his upcoming work trip, including selecting restaurants, bars, and transportation options.
3. Calling him "boss" throughout, keeping an obedient yet professional tone, which made me soooo wet.

Since it was Halloween, I also did my makeup and helped my "coworker" with hers, then tracked some "statistics," like how many trick-or-treaters knocked on my door.

It was my first time trying out such a detailed roleplay(besides cnc), and I really enjoyed it. Although it was all over text today, I’m excited to try more in-person scenarios, like bringing him coffee like a good girl or, perhaps, secretly sucking him off under the table while he works.

I am aware that this is a super rare subsection up service subbing,but I’d love to hear if anyone else has any ideas for scenarios like this!

Halloween is always a fun and spooky night. A time for magical things to happen. It is also a time for people to dress up and explore some of the more fun items in their life. What happens though, when the famous saying is taken more seriously. “Trick or Treat!”

Since Jake had graduated from college, he didn’t really enjoy Halloween. Even now, with a wife and three smaller kids, the idea was more of a chore for him. As it started to get darker in the streets, he walked to the closet and opened it up. There, hanging up on its own was a red, semi-elastic suit. He rolled his eyes at the costume as he pulled it from the hanger.

“Hurry up! It’s almost time for us to go around the neighborhood,” Megan, his beautiful wife, called.

“Do I really have to wear this? It’s so stupid!” Jake called back.

“Yes, it’s our family costume,” Megan called back.

It was clear that Megan was into Halloween. The house was all decorated and the costumes had been ordered and hanging in the closet months ago. Reluctantly, Jake stepped into his outfit and started to head downstairs to where his family was waiting.

“There’s my Mr. Incredible,” Megan said.

“I may be incredible, but I look like a dork!” Jake responded.

There, standing near the door was his wife in a matching red suit with a cute brown wig on her head. She was Elastigirl. The three kids had the same red outfits on and were each a member from the movie “The Incredibles.” The youngest child was strapped into a stroller while the other two had small candy bags with superhero’s printed all along the sides. Each of the kids had glow sticks that curled around their wrists, ankles and then around their necks so that they could easily be spotted in the dark.

“Who's ready to go get some candy?” Megan asked.

Jake just groaned in his normal protest of the tradition while the kids cheered loudly. Jake walked to the front door and opened it up so his wife could push the youngest out of the house. He waited for the other two children to walk out behind Megan and then closed and locked the door to the house.

Jake brought up the rear, almost dragging his feet as he walked. They walked a few houses down the street and found the first house that had its light on. His wife parked the stroller in front of the house and instructed the two older kids to head up to the house. Megan handed Jake the bag for the youngest and sent him up to collect candy for him as well. He didn’t understand why he had to go up as well. If his son wasn’t old enough to go collect the candy himself, then he shouldn’t get any. But he didn’t want to upset his wife so he begrudgingly grabbed the bag and walked up the stone pathway to the front door. As Jake made it to the door, the first door was opening.

“TRICK OR TREAT,” both of his kids yelled, so excited for candy.

The older woman and the door looked down at the kids in their outfits and brought out a bowl from the table just inside the door.

“Oh, don’t y’all look so cute!” She said to them.

The woman placed a piece of candy into each of the two kid’s bags and started to shut the door. Jake put his hand out and stopped the door from closing.

“Aren’t you a little old to be collecting candy?” The older woman said.

“It’s not for me, it’s for my youngest son,” he said dryly.

The woman didn’t really respond, but handed over a piece. Jake placed it in the bag and walked off, not saying thank you or anything else. He joined his family and they continued on.

Each house was a similar story. He would walk up with his kids, usually getting ignored and then demand candy. He would get it and then they would walk to the next house. He was not enjoying any of it, but he continued to push on.

The sixth house that they made it to, the kids ran up and rang the doorbell. The light was on inside, but as Jake walked up, he peered inside the windows and everything was so dark. Even through the small frosted window of the front door, no light could be seen. His oldest son rang the doorbell again, a little impatient. They waited another minute or so.

“Looks like no one is home, let’s keep going,” Jake said.

Jake guided his kids away from the door, happy that another one of the neighbors didn’t have to see him dressed up in the ridiculous costume. He turned around and then he heard the lock being turned behind him. He tried to hurry the kids away, but they heard as the hinges on the door squealed as it opened and turned back around. Jake let out an exasperated sigh as he turned towards the opening door.

“Trick or Treat,” the kids said again.

As Jake’s eyes made it around, he saw her. He hadn’t ever seen this woman before around the neighborhood, or he would remember. She was absolutely gorgeous with long flowing blonde hair and these eyes the color of the ocean. She was so tall and mostly from her legs, her body was nice and fit and she had ample curves in all the right places. The woman was dressed up in a sexy angel outfit, with a tiny white skirt and a white corset top with plenty of places to peek at her soft skin underneath. Jake’s face brightened as he took in every inch of her.

“Aww, aren’t y’all so cute,” she said in a very soft voice.

“We are the incredible and I’m collecting candy for my youngest,” Jake said with a huge smile on his face.

“That is so sweet of you to do that. When you finish up, stop back by and I will make sure to give you another treat,” the woman said, giving him a wink.

“Thank you!” Jake called back.

With a bit of wonder in his mind about what she meant, he escorted his children back to where his wife was waiting. They continued moving back down the long street, going back to the same routine of Jake not being excited to be there. About ten more minutes into it, the smallest child started to get restless and was starting to cry.

“My legs are hurting,” whined the middle child.

“I think it’s time to go back home and call it a night,” Megan said.

“But I want more candy,” exclaimed the oldest child.

“Honey, you have plenty of candy,” Megan said.

“Why can’t dad take me and y’all just go home?” The oldest kid asked.

“It’s also a school night, so it’s time to go,” Megan answered.

Jake was excited about hearing the proposition of going home. He wanted to get out of the costume and just relax. As he heard the whines and other discussion though, his mind floated back to the beautiful angel in the one house.

“I could hit up some more houses and get them more candy,” Jake blurted out.

“What?” Megan questioned.

“He wants more candy, I can see about getting more candy while they go to bed. No big deal,” Jake responded.

“But Jake, you don’t like Halloween,” Megan said puzzled.

“I don’t, but I’m willing to do this for all of y’all,” he said.

Megan was still a bit puzzled at this change of heart, but she wasn’t going to have the kids get disappointed after hearing him offer. She had the kids hand him their bags. As each child moved up to him, they gave him a hug and thanked him. He wasn’t excited about going to other houses, but he was fine accepting their praise. Megan and the kids turned around and started to walk back towards the house.

Jake, with the three bags turned around the other way and started to keep going house to house to collect more candy. The first house he got to when the door opened, they only saw him standing there and slammed the door on him without giving him a chance to speak. He stopped off at another house and got a piece for all three bags. Jake made it to five more houses till he found his loophole. There, sitting outside the doorway was a big tub of candy. He took multiple handfuls and shoved them into each kid’s bag till they were fairly full.

With the bags filled, he decided it was time to start heading back. House after house, he passed by. Each one, he felt his mood improving and the smile coming back on his face. Jake passed the driveway before it, two huge vehicles blocking his view to where he was going. His heart sank a little bit as he saw that the light to the porch was off. He pushed forward though, hoping that his treat was still available.

Jake made it up to the wooden door with the decorated and frosted glass panes. He let out a nervous breath and then pressed the button for the doorbell. He paced along the front stoop as he waited to see any signs of movement inside. He kept waiting and waiting, the nerves starting to get to him. Then, he pressed the doorbell again shaking out the jitters in his hands after he pressed it.

As he was getting ready to turn away, he saw some movement in the window of the door. His heart started to race as he watched the figure starting to walk closer and closer. Jake heard the lock as it disengaged and then the sound of the hinges as they swung open. There, again he saw the gorgeous angel standing in the doorway.

“I’m sorry honey, I’m all out of candy, that’s why the light is off,” the angel said.

At first he didn’t quite understand and his smile faded. He took another few seconds and processed the words and realized she just thought he was there for candy. With this, his smile started to curl back on his face.

“Oh, I’m here because you told me to stop back by for a treat,” Jake said.

“I didn’t realize that was you, sorry darling,” the angel replied.

The angel reached out and grabbed Jake by the hand. She pulled him inside the house and he went willingly. She shut the door and twisted the lock in place.

“I am out of most of my normal treats, so how about something a bit more special,” the angel said.

Jake just nodded his head in response. The angel pulled him along and through the fairly dark interior of the house. They went down a hallway and passed a few closed doors. They stopped in front of the third door that was on the right hand side of the hallway. She twisted the door handle and as the door opened, a dim red light emanated from inside. As he looked in, Jake could see several points drilled into the ceiling and these straps that hung from them. His mind finally put it together that he was looking at a sex swing that hung in the middle of the room which was void of anything else but that.

The angel turned into him. Her body was inches away from him and he could feel the heat from her. It sent chills through his body. She placed her hand on his chest and slowly rubbed it in a very tender and loving way.

“Here is my offer on this Halloween evening, if you want, I can help to make you cum,” the angel offered, every word dripping in sex and seduction.

Jake didn’t ask any questions of how or anything like that. His mind was clouded in a haze, but that was most likely due to the blood he needed to really think about the offer rushing elsewhere in his body.

“That sounds like an excellent treat!” Jake said as he nodded.

“Perfect,” the angel said.

Her hands curled around his muscled shoulders and found the zipper down his back. Slowly her fingers pulled the zipper down, making the suit get looser. Once it reached a certain point, she looped her fingers into the suit and started to pull it from his body. He didn’t wear a shirt underneath the suit and his muscles were tense as she removed it. She pulled it down his arms and exposed his muscled chest and tight stomach. She paused on stripping him and placed both of her warm, soft hands on his pecs and gently rubbed him. He nearly melted at her touch as he felt his own heart fluttering.

She trailed her arms down, her hands gliding further down as they caressed the tight skin and the nice muscles underneath. Once her fingers made it back to the costume, she looped them back in and kept lightly tugging on the fabric. The stretchy material gave as it was pulled on and started to work down his ass. As she kept working the costume off, she watched the small, neatly trimmed happy trail as it led deeper beneath. Then, she started to see signs of his erection as more and more showed the lower the outfit was tugged. Finally the hard cock sprung forth from its prison and showed just how excited her touch, teasing and closeness had driven him.

Jake watched as the angel continued to strip his clothes off. She sank down to her knees as she worked the stretchy material down his thighs and calves and then one foot at a time, it was pulled free. He looked down and stared into her captivating blue eyes and saw her staring back up at him. His mind raced with fantasies of wanting to feel her big, soft, pouty lips as they kissed and enveloped his length while she was down there. He felt his dick pulse at the ideas, just the thoughts enough to excite him even more.

The angel climbed up from her knees, seeing the look of lust and want in Jake’s eyes. She walked up to him and curled her body into his. Her left hand curled around his big shoulder and rubbed gently along his neck, lightly caressing him. Her right hand went down between his legs and gripped around his cock. The soft hand gently stroked his length up and down in a nice, slow rhythm.

“How about we get you more comfortable,” the angel said.

She pushed her body into his and felt as he backed up with her. The angel continued to walk him into the dimly lit room towards the sex swing. She kept moving him till his back was pressed against the different support straps. She helped lean him back and then placed his feet into the loops. She pulled on a couple of the straps and watched as he was fully reclined, floating off the ground.

She walked over to the corner and walked back over with a bottle of clear lube. She pushed down on the top and it made a pop sound that echoed off the walls. She came back over and sank down in front of him. She held the bottle over his thick length, tipping it all the way over till a steady stream of the slick liquid started to pour out.

Jake watched as she started to pour the lube onto him. He clenched as he expected it to be freezing cold as it hit. To his surprise, it was nice and warm as it cascaded across his cock. He watched the shiny substance poured over him. He felt the slick liquid as it washed all down his length, coated his balls and then flowed down over his ass till it dripped down to the floor below. He let out a low groan as he felt the warmth dripping all along his sex.

The angel kept pouring more and more of the lube down onto him and then brought her other hand up and gripped it around his slick, thick length. Slowly, she started to pump his cock, gliding her hand up and down him so smooth and easily. She felt him trembling in her grip, his length throbbing with each deep stroke. Her other hand twisted the bottle back upright and stopped the waterfall of lube that was pouring over him. She sat the bottle down as she started to stroke him harder. Her hand squeezed tighter around him and she moved it faster along him.

She watched as his eyes closed, the ecstasy washing over him and his body just melting into the swing. The angel, using her other hand moved the strap on his foot to around his ankle and rugged on the end a bit. Then she moved her hand to the other side and did the same. The straps were tight around Jake’s ankles and he would not be able to just get out on his own since the release mechanisms for the straps were a bit more complicated.

Jake didn’t really focus on what was happening to his feet and ankles, he was more focused on the wonderful feeling of her hand pumping up and down on him. He let out several moans as he felt her hand twisting down his length to his base and then back up polishing the bulbous tip. He relaxed deeper into the swing, letting himself just enjoy the treat.

“Are you ready for more fun?” The angel asked.

“Yes, whatever it is, yes!” Jake responded, almost panting.

With her right hand she kept stroking his cock, up and down. She would mix up the strength she used on him, how tight her hand gripped him and the speed at which she glided her hand across his slick length. The other hand reached up and started to gently massage his balls. She rubbed and pushed on the area, feeling as his swelling rolled between her fingers. She squeezed, rubbed and tugged on the area and felt his cock twitch in response. A few more deep strokes and she started to see his tip starting to leak precum and knew he was hers for the taking.

With the one hand still stroking his length and rubbing his precum in, she moved her other hand from his balls. At first, she started to gently rub and caress the underside of his upper thigh. Then her hand worked its way to his ass cheek, squeezing and groping it as her fingers pressed into it. She kept lulling him deeper into the blissful trance, pumping his cock while rubbing and squeezing different areas.

Once he was nice and relaxed, she brought her thumb down between his cheeks. Using the lube that was still coating the area, she used the digit to rub his tight, puckered asshole. She felt him jump as she touched and rubbed the area.

“Just relax, let me take care of you,” she seductively said to him.

“Okay, I trust you,” he said, relaxing again.

The angel’s thumb continued to trace along the outside, along the rim of his asshole. Her other hand methodically pumped up and down as she kept him relaxed. After a nice little massage of his rectum, the angel then took her first finger and slowly angled it towards the hole. All oiled up with the lube, she worked it into the relaxed asshole. She felt as Jack tensed and wiggled against the swing's straps.

“What are you doing?” Jack protested.

“Just working my magic and trying to drive up the sensation for when you finally earn your release,” she answered with a devilish grin across her face.

“I think I should go,” Jack responded.

“But you haven’t given me my treat yet!” She said.

“I didn’t know you were going to be probing me,” he said.

“You said that you trusted me, and a good prostate massage while you orgasm will be that much better. Just say the word and again and I will let you out,” the angel responded.

Jack wasn’t certain about any of it, but he was also already here and her finger was already inside of him. He relaxed as much as he could as he felt the light burn of his sphincter being forced open by the finger. He nodded in response, signaling that he continued to give his consent. He laid back into the swing and just gave himself over to the gorgeous woman and wanted to let her work her magic.

The angel saw his nod and started to stroke his length again. She gave him several deep pumps before she went back to working her finger inside of him. She glided her finger in and out, thrusting it a little bit deeper with each push, but also ensuring that she applied the lube to the man’s tight hole. After a few moments, her finger had been worked in, down to the knuckle. She kept twisting and rolling the finger around as she pressed and poked against the area, trying to work against his prostate. She heard as Jake let out a louder moan.

She pulled her finger out and took her hand and rubbed it around his ass, massaging the area and also soaking her fingers with more of the slippery substance. Her hand around his cock started to stroke a bit slower, the grip a bit lighter, not wanting to push the man over the top. She heard the man almost whine at the new sensation of the touch she was giving him. She let him stay in this state for a few long moments, letting his excitement dissipate just enough before she would work him back up.

After waiting a decent amount of time, she curled her hand around the glossy, thick head and then tightened her hand around as she stroked his cock down to the base. She worked her hand back up his shaft and then as she started to work it back down, she angled two of her fingers towards his hole. As the hand slowly squeezed and slid down his cock, she pushed the two fingers inside of his tight asshole.

As a strong man, Jake had never given himself over to anyone. He liked being the one in the lead, the dominant one and yet he felt himself whimpering as her touch had lessened. Some reason, through this angel’s touch he had become dependent upon her and what she said or did to him. In this moment, he realized that he was her submissive. He didn’t want to give in to that though, he was too much of a macho, alpha to sub to a dominant woman. He didn’t fight though as he felt her drive her two fingers inside of his ass. He decided he was going to try to make himself cum on his own strength, to show her that he was not her submissive.

The angel watched as the man she was working on got a new look in his eyes. She knew right away what that look was and knew that she was going to have fun breaking this man by the end of it. She worked her two fingers deeper into him, feeling his hole stretch around them and just letting them enter inside. She pumped the fingers in and out till they were down to the knuckle as well, buried in his tight hole. Her hand kept stroking him, tight and moving a bit faster and faster. She could hear his breathing and feel the responses as his sphincter tightened around her fingers. His moans got more and more frequent as she moved her hands over both areas. She knew he was close and so she gripped as tight as she could at the base of his cock, not moving her hands any more.

Jake felt her stroking him, her grip felt great around his length. Each pump sent him deeper towards his release. He felt her fingers rubbing and massaging his prostate and realized how amazing it felt. Closer and closer he got to that release and then he felt her hand stop stroking and hold him tightly. He cried out as he wanted his release but then since it was being denied from him, he was going to try to bring it about by himself. Jake tried to work his hips and drive about his own pleasure. As he thrust his hips, the woman just held her hand firm against his cock at the base and he got no pleasure. He tried again, but the sex swing didn’t really allow him to get enough leverage to push hard enough.

“FUCCKKKK!” Jake screamed out.

“Just give in to me and let me guide this,” the angel said.

Jake didn’t respond to her, but deep in his mind, he knew he wasn’t going to give in. He tried to relax a bit, wanting to try to lull her into a false sense of winning. He swallowed deeply as he tried to get the angel to continue her movements. He then just nodded at her, trying to send her the understanding that she was in control, his face still and no emotion in the response.

The angel could easily read the man she had in front of her. She knew he wasn’t going to break that easily, but she slowly started to lightly stroke him again and feel him relax into her grasp. She worked the two fingers back, withdrawing them right to the entrance. Then as she started to stroke him again at a faster pace she pushed three fingers inside his ass this time. She heard him cry out as her fingers stretched his rectum. The smile curled wider across her face, knowing that even if he didn’t want to give over control, she would at least take it.

As she worked the three fingers deeper and deeper into him she continued to stroke his length. She kept pushing him deeper into ecstasy, twisting and pumping her hand up and down his shaft, and working the three fingers till they were rolling against his prostate. She felt his cock starting to throb in her hand and she knew that he was so close. She didn’t even give him the opportunity to try to fuck her hand to his release this time as she fully let go of his cock and pulled her fingers out. She watched as tremors reverberated through his length and she watched as the head started to leak, dripping more and more precum.

Jake gritted and bit his lip as he felt the fingers driving deeper into his asshole. Soon, he felt the fingers massaging against the sensitive spot and he let out a moan passed the lips he was trying to muffle it with. He balled his fists as he felt that wave about to crash over him, and then as he enjoyed the feeling of the swell building in his core, he felt it all fall away. He felt his eyes starting to tear up as his release was denied once more. An almost angered growl emitted from his throat, directed towards the woman.

“You are the only one to blame here, don’t growl at me and just give in!” The angel said.

She waited a few more moments, letting his arousal dull a bit more before beginning again. Her hand gripped back around his erection and started to move up and down it, feeling it tremble again at the sensation. This time she added another finger and aimed it towards his hole that she was slowly opening more and more. Her small hand along with the thick coating of lube in both the hole and on the hand aided the fingers piercing inside of Jake. She felt his sphincter trying to fight against her hand, but her fingers won. Her scrunched hand worked the four fingers into him as she continued to stroke his cock. Deeper and deeper her fingers sank with each movement back and forth, stretching him open wider.

The fingers rolled inside of him, as she ensured that the hole stretched a bit more open for the finale. She pumped her hand up and down his cock, sending ripples of pleasure deep inside. The angel could sense that he was getting closer to his edge and she decided to grip his cock about halfway down, not holding it too tightly that he wouldn’t be able to move. She waited to see just what he would do.

Jake tried to enjoy the feeling of her hand stroking his cock. He groaned and grunted into the almost empty room as he got closer and closer. He was desperate for his release and when the stroking stopped, he let out an agonized groan. Jake realized that her hand was still around his length and not like before. He bucked his hips and felt his cock slide through the angel’s hand and he let out another moan as his hips fell back down. He went to thrust again, but this time, her hand released and he knew that she wasn’t going to give him the release that easily.

The woman had released her hand from him, not allowing him to send himself over the edge. She knew that he still felt like he could take control and this proved it. She worked her four fingers back out of him. She bent down and looked into his hole as it still had a bit of a gape. The angel continued to take her time, teasing him and letting him suffer right at the edge, unable to get his release. Then she took both hands and spread his ass cheeks apart and spit right into his hole. With one hand she pushed two fingers inside and spread the saliva around. The other hand, she grabbed the bottle of lube again. She brought it back up over his cock and poured the clear liquid down on his length. The woman watched as the substance cascaded down his cock and then flowed over his balls. Then she felt as it made contact with her fingers and hand.

She bathed her hand in the lube and used it to coat her entire hand in it. She sat the bottle of lube back down. Then the angel brought her smooth hand back up and started to stroke him again. She pumped her hand nice and hard against his length. As she did this, she started to work her fingers from her other hand back into his asshole. She pushed the four in that she had worked in before and then added her thumb into it. She heard Jake howl out as she kept stretching him more and more. She worked the hand deeper, twisting, pulling and pushing, using the lube to help it glide inside of him. Each movement going further in. After a few more minutes, she gave another big push and felt his asshole open up and suck her hand inside. With her fist inside of his asshole she was more than happy to finish with him.

“Okay, here’s the finale. Don’t worry, I’m going to let you cum this time,” the woman said.

Jake felt the hand inside of him, twisting and working his insides open more and more. He heard her statement and tried his best to relax. He felt her hand diligently stroking his cock and started to moan out since the promise of his release. More and more he felt his pleasure growing, getting ready to wash over him.

“I’m going to cum, Fuck!” Jake exclaimed.

“That’s it, go ahead and cum!” She responded.

With that, the angel kept stroking his cock, up and down using the lube to help keep up the speed on his length. She knew he was getting closer as she could feel him tightening around her other hand. She felt his cock starting to throb and knew he was on the cusp of his eruption. Then she pulled her hand away, knowing that he had already passed the point of no return. She used two fingers to point his cock back towards him. She could feel his cock pulsing as it worked to try to expel his load. Without the pleasure and sensation pumping his cock though, there wasn’t enough to help him finish all the way. She watched as his cock twitched and sputtered as it just leaked and lightly sprayed the diminished load onto his stomach. After his cock stopped moving, she let go and stood up.

“That’s what you deserve for being a Halloween grouch and also not giving over control,” she said.

Jake was upset, she had just ruined his orgasm. His balls were hurting and still so full but he was so sensitive down there. He heard what she said and grimaced. He thought he had been sly with his initial approach, but apparently he had been found out.

After a few more moments, the woman undid the straps that had been tightened around his ankles and then helped get them from his feet so he could get out. She watched as Jake climbed to his feet. She handed him the costume and waited for him to put it back on so he could leave her house. She walked him back to the door and shut it after he was on the outside.

Humiliated and defeated, Jake walked back with the three full bags of candy to his house. By the time he got home, everything was silent. He sat the bags on the dining room table and then snuck off to him and his wife’s room. She was already asleep so he quietly got out of the costume and placed it in the dirty laundry hamper. Then he climbed into the shower and stood there for a long moment.

He climbed into bed and curled up against his wife. As he laid there, he thought about everything that happened and for some reason he was getting a bit turned on by the feeling of giving over the control like he was forced to that evening. Jake forced the thought out of his mind and slowly he drifted off to sleep.

Both his kids and his wife were surprised by the plethora of candy that he had collected. The kids seemed happy to see so much candy available to them. Megan seemed surprised just to know that he had spent that much effort on a holiday he seemed to despise. He wasn’t going to be the one to spoil the illusion that he had just gotten lucky with the free-for-all that he found and then what also took that amount of time for him to get home.

About a week later, Jake was out for a jog in the late afternoon. He was running around his neighborhood. As he was coming back down his street, he was looking out to see if he could see the woman he had met the other night. As he got to the house, he saw an older couple that was unloading a car. They looked like they were getting home from a trip. He stopped as he got close.

“Hey, I just live a couple houses down. Are y’all here to visit your daughter?” Jake said.

“Nope, we have owned this house for six years now and we don’t have any children. Why do you ask?” The man said.

“Oh, umm… I must have the wrong house, sorry to bother you!” Jake replied quite perplexed.

An unsettling chill went down Jake’s spine as he started to jog away. He was certain that was the right house, but even more confused on who it was he had interacted with the other night. Each time after that he passed the house, he was reminded of that evening and left with the curiosity of ever trying to figure out who it was.

-The End-

So, picture this: I’m Judy, a dominatrix with a flair for the dramatic and a penchant for pushing boundaries. I’ve got this cute little playroom that doubles as my dungeon, complete with all the toys you could imagine. My favorite? The paddle that hangs on the wall, waiting for some unsuspecting soul to make a mistake. And oh boy, did my latest submissive, Jake, 27, give me a reason to use it.

Jake’s been coming to me for a while now, a shy guy with a curious spark in his eyes. He always seemed eager to please, but lately, I noticed he had been a bit cheeky, testing the waters and pushing my buttons. So, when he walked into my space with that cocky grin, I decided it was time to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t forget.

“Welcome to detention, Jake,” I said, leaning against my desk, arms crossed. I wore a fitted pencil skirt that hugged my curves and a crisp white blouse. The ruler in my hand was my power tool for the day.

“Detention?” he chuckled nervously. “I thought we were just—”

I cut him off with a raised eyebrow. “You thought wrong, darling. You’ve been misbehaving, and it’s my job to correct that.”

He swallowed hard, and I could see the thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of fear in his eyes. Perfect. Just the way I liked it.

I gestured for him to come closer, and he hesitated for a moment before stepping forward. “Bend over the desk,” I ordered, my tone firm.

He did as he was told, positioning himself over the desk, his back exposed to me. I loved how obedient he was, but there was still a hint of defiance in the way he clenched his fists.

I grabbed the ruler and let it hover over his back. “Do you know why you’re here?” I asked, teasing the tip against his skin.

“To be punished?” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Exactly. But first, let’s discuss your behavior. You need to learn the difference between good and bad. Do you think you’re ready for that lesson?”

“Yes, Miss Judy,” he answered, his breath quickening as I brought the ruler down with a sharp crack against his ass.

“Good boy,” I cooed, watching as he flinched and then relaxed. “One for disrespecting me last week.”

I continued, delivering a series of well-placed strikes, each one punctuated with a lesson. The way his skin turned a delightful shade of pink only fueled my desire to keep going. “Two for not following the rules,” I said, slapping the ruler down again. “And three for making me question your commitment to this lifestyle.”

He moaned softly after each strike, and I could tell he was getting lost in the sensation. His body was responding in all the right ways, and I loved it.

“Now, let’s add a little pleasure to your punishment,” I said, putting the ruler down and reaching for the paddle. This one was thicker, and the sound it made against his skin sent shivers down my spine.

“Ready?” I asked, positioning it just above his ass.

“Yes, Miss Judy,” he gasped.

I brought the paddle down with a firm swat. His body jerked, and he let out a low moan that made my pulse quicken. “You like that, don’t you?” I taunted.

“Yes, it’s… intense,” he admitted, and I could hear the hint of desperation in his voice.

“Good. Because I plan on giving you a lot more,” I replied, letting the paddle dance over his skin, alternating between teasing strokes and sharp smacks. The rhythm built into a delicious crescendo of pain and pleasure, and I loved every moment of it.

After a while, I decided it was time to push his limits further. “Jake, do you trust me?” I asked, my voice low and sultry.

“Yes, Miss Judy,” he breathed.

“Then let’s try something new.” I grabbed some soft silk ties and expertly bound his wrists, pulling them above his head. The thrill of vulnerability washed over him, and I could see the excitement in his eyes.

With him securely restrained, I returned to my tools, picking up a feather to tease him. I ran it along his back, down to his thighs, and watched as he squirmed under the sensations. “See, this is the reward for submission,” I whispered, my breath hot against his ear. “You get to experience both sides of the coin: pleasure and pain.”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing, I released him from the bindings and turned him around to face me. His eyes were wide, filled with a mix of satisfaction and desire.

“Did you learn your lesson today?” I asked, my hands resting on my hips.

“Yes, Miss Judy. I’ll be good,” he promised, panting lightly.

“Good. Because I’ll be expecting you back here for more lessons,” I replied, a wicked smile spreading across my face.

As he dressed and left my dungeon, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of satisfaction. I’d taught him a lesson about obedience and the joys of submission, and I knew he’d be counting down the days until our next session.

That’s the thing about this lifestyle: it’s not just about power; it’s about trust, connection, and pushing boundaries. And I was just getting started.

I’m Rose, a 25-year-old massage therapist with a whole side of… let’s say “extra-curricular” skills. And this story? It features Ben, a shy, newly-divorced 36-year-old who came to me looking for stress relief. Little did he know, I’d give him the full treatment…

I mean, I knew this session might get interesting—new clients tend to come in with their own little quirks. But Ben? Oh, he took things to a new level. This guy had that shy, cute look going on, a little scruff and glasses, like he wasn’t used to anything outside of a cubicle and his monthly Costco run. But the real twist? Ben was newly single and, as he hinted with a nervous laugh, “curious about exploring new things.” I couldn’t help but feel a smirk tugging at my lips. Oh, sweetheart, he had no idea what he was in for.

It started like a normal massage, with him on his stomach, looking tense as a board. So I kept it simple, easing him into the whole “relaxing” thing, my hands working over his back, shoulders, legs, and arms. Gradually, though, I could feel him relaxing into my hands, his breathing evening out. But even as he relaxed, I noticed a different kind of tension building. He’d look back every now and then, a shy smile and flushed cheeks giving him away completely. I leaned over, whispering close, “You’re feeling comfortable, right? No tension?” He nodded, but I wasn’t buying it for a second.

So, I decided to test the waters. My hand moved to his lower back, then lower still, pressing into his hips as I asked, “Ever had a massage… with some extra relief?” He was blushing so hard I thought he might faint, but he stammered a yes, practically whispering it like we weren’t the only two people in the room. I chuckled. He was practically gift-wrapped for this.

“Roll over for me,” I said, my voice low and inviting. He did, looking like a deer in headlights, which just made me want to push him even further. “Let me take the lead,” I assured him. He gulped but nodded, his eyes wide with nervous anticipation. I swear, the air in the room was electric, and I could feel my pulse quicken. This was going to be fun.

When I finally brought out my strap-on, he did a double-take, cheeks instantly flushing. I almost wanted to laugh, watching him go from curious to shy, but I kept it steady, meeting his gaze with a reassuring smile. “You trust me, right?”I asked softly, buckling the harness and watching his eyes follow my every move. I could see his nerves, yes, but beneath that? Pure anticipation.

I positioned myself, straddling him and leaning down so close that I could feel his heart racing. “Relax, Ben,” I whispered, gently running a hand down his chest, pausing just at his hips. “Just breathe.” And with that, I began to ease into him, going slow enough that he could take in each moment. I kept my movements gentle at first, pressing deeper each time. He gasped, gripping onto the sheets like they were his lifeline, and I watched as his breaths came in shuddering waves, his body completely melting into my control.

The room was thick with silence, save for his breathing and the soft, rhythmic sounds of my motions. I adjusted, angling just right to let him feel every part of me, and with each thrust, I could feel him surrendering more and more. “That’s it,” I murmured, my voice low, coaxing. “Let go, Ben. I’ve got you.”

He shuddered, and I could see the tension slipping from his face, replaced with this look of pure awe, like he couldn’t believe what he was feeling. I picked up the rhythm just slightly, watching him respond, his breaths falling into sync with mine. And honestly? It was electric. There was something so raw about having him here, in this position, letting me take him somewhere he’d probably never dared imagine.

I leaned down, brushing my lips close to his ear, my voice a sultry whisper. “You’re doing so well,” I said, adjusting my hips to press even deeper, letting him feel every inch. His entire body tensed, then relaxed, like he’d let go of that last thread holding him back. I kept a steady rhythm, his gasps mixing with the quiet creaks of the table, his fingers slowly loosening from their death grip on the sheets.

Finally, I slowed down, letting him savor the final few moments, until his entire body was relaxed beneath me. When I eased away, he lay there, dazed and silent, his cheeks flushed, a look of pure contentment softening his features.

And me? I’m still trying to process how it all went down. I knew he’d come in curious, but I don’t think either of us knew just how much he was ready to surrender. Part of me wonders if he’ll be back for more…

I have no emotions at all.   I am numb. Despite the fact that this occurred fairly, I made the decision to finally get this off my chest.  so my mom met this guy on dating app, or so what we called tinder. he was 45 yrs old widowed guy. 

My dad passed away when i was just 5 yrs old and my mom keep dating different guy every year just like reading a magazine. so its not new to me that there's different guy living in our house. My dad was a midget and i got his DNA. My mom is a normal one 

so fast forward, after 1 week of dating this guy. She invited him over to leave our house; she kept promising me that it would be the last time she would bring a guy. and i just keep agreeing to her decisions as long as it makes her happy. 

Basically he's my new step dad now, he's been living with us for a month now. I noticed everytime i go to sleep, he keeps checking me out since i don't lock my door incase my mom wants to get something from my room, she dont need to wake me up. 

Tbh i have kinks with old guys, thinking they have more experience with life and sex. it was 2 am and my mom was in a deep sleep, passed out from work. so i wear only panties and act to sleep. after an hour, i heard there was someone opening my door.

I know it was him. i just acted the i'm already sleeping, he went towards me and sniffing my panties. it turns me on.. i woke up and act like i was shock. but he cover my mouth and start removing my panties, he lick his 2 fingers and insert it in my pussy. 

it was the best finger i've ever had. he keep thrusting his fingers and i cant help myself but to touch his manhood. he remove his hands from my mouth and ask me to taste myself. I taste myself. he start eating me like he's eating his fav dessert.

i came out to his mouth. i was covering my mouth so my mom wont hear me. He remove his boxers and show me his 8inch cock, he slaps it in my face. and make me suck it. He burst into my mouth and i swallowed it. 

We both heard like my mom is awake so we wear our clothes immediately. and he shouts to my mom that his in my room helping me with my homework, i go infront of my computer and acted like were both doing my homework. 

my mom went to my room and smiled. she will just drink water and go back to sleep. he whisper to my ear, "you're mine now, tomorrow i will put this huge cock to your dwarf pussy and f*ck you like a slut". He leaves my room. 

I feel guilt for what happen but it really satisfy me. so i continue to masturbate myself to sleep. 

#Part One

The doorbell rang, and I glanced at the clock. It was earlier than expected. Meleeza my daughter's best friend must have finished her class early today. I opened the door to find her standing there with that familiar smile, her eyes bright as ever. "Hey, aunty Renu," she greeted me sweetly. "Is Jenny around?"

"Not yet," I replied, stepping aside to let her in. "Her math class might run longer today. Make yourself at home."

Meleeza nodded and wandered into the living room, plopping down on the couch. I watched her for a moment, noticing how she stretched out lazily, her jeans hugging her legs just right. She looked so much older now, more mature. Or maybe it was just my imagination.

I grabbed my car keys from the kitchen counter. "I'm heading out to do some grocery shopping. Should be back in a couple of hours. If you need anything, Uncle Jehan is in his home office."

She waved lazily. "Sure thing, have fun!"

As I backed out of the driveway, I couldn't help but wonder what Meleeza was up to while I was gone. Did she still see us as just family friends, or had something changed? It had been years since she first started coming over, and now, she was practically an adult.

Half an hour later, boredom seemed to get the better of Meleeza. She stood up from the couch and made her way to the hallway where Jehan's home office was located. She knocked lightly on the doorframe. "May I come in?"

Jehan looked up from his computer, surprised to see her. "Oh, hi Meleeza. Come in, come in."

She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "I was getting bored waiting for Jenny. Thought I'd come say hello."

"Yeah, I heard Renu talking with her earlier that her math class might take longer than usual today," Jehan said, gesturing to the chair across his desk. "Have a seat."

Meleeza sat down, crossing her legs casually. "So, Mr. J, what are you working on?"

Jehan leaned back in his chair, a small smile playing on his lips. "Just making a plan for one of my clients. But enough about work. What's new with you? Heard Jenny mention that a boy has caught your eye these days."

Meleeza blushed slightly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh, she told Aunty Renu about that, huh?" She muttered "That bitch" under her breath before continuing. "Well, he asked me out on a date yesterday, and I haven’t given him an answer yet."

Jehan raised an eyebrow. "Oh? How come? Is he not attractive to you? As you young girls say, hot enough for you?"

"Oh, he's hot alright. And he's a few years older than me too. He's a good guy—the kind a girl like me hopes for," Meleeza explained, her tone thoughtful.

"If he has whatever you're looking for in a boy, then why the hesitation?" Jehan pressed, genuinely curious.

Meleeza hesitated, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "Oh It’s just... complicated, I guess."

Jehan studied her for a moment, sensing something more underneath her words. "Complicated? how?"

Meleeza sighed, looking down at her hands. "I don't know. Maybe I'm just not ready for a relationship yet." She bit her lip, glancing up at him through her lashes. "I mean, I've never really..."

Jehan leaned in slightly, intrigued by her sudden vulnerability. "Never really what?"

Meleeza took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never really been with someone like that before."

Jehan felt a rush of conflicting emotions. On one hand, he was touched by her openness. On the other, the thought of this innocent young woman exploring such things at her age stirred something deep within him. "Like what?" he asked gently.

Meleeza's cheeks flushed a deeper red, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "You know... intimately."

Jehan's heart pounded in his chest. This was dangerous territory, but he couldn't pull away now. "And what exactly are you looking for in that regard?"

Meleeza's eyes met his, filled with a mix of fear and curiosity. "I-I don't know," she stammered. "Maybe someone who can show me what it's like?"

Jehan swallowed hard, his mind racing. This wasn't right. This was so wrong. And yet, he found it impossible to break the spell they were both under. "Are you trying to say is that you want me to be that person?"

Meleeza didn't answer right away, her gaze slipping down to his lap before meeting his eyes again. "Would you... I mean would you even consider it?"

Jehan's breath hitched. His body reacted instinctively, betraying his better judgment. "Why me?"

Meleeza shrugged, her eyes boring into his. "Because... because you're safe. You're someone who knows me. And you wouldn't hurt me."

Jehan's resolve wavered. He wanted to say no, to end this madness before it began. But the way she looked at him, so trusting, so vulnerable... it was too much to resist. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

Meleeza nodded slowly, her voice trembling. "Yes Mr. J. I want you."

Jehan closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to gather his thoughts. When he opened them again, he saw the determination in hers. There was no going back now. "Alright," he whispered, leaning forward. "But we need to be careful. Whatever we do from here on must stay a secret between ourselves. Renu and Jenny must not find out about this Meleeza. Do I make myself clear?"

Meleeza's face lit up with a mixture of relief and excitement. ". Yes I undersrand. Thank you," she murmured, moving closer to him.

Jehan reached out, gently cupping her cheek. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the rapid beat of her pulse against his palm. "Don't thank me yet," he said softly, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. "This is new for both of us."

Meleeza leaned into his touch, her breath catching in her throat. "I trust you Jehan.," she whispered.

Jehan's heart ached with a combination of guilt and desire. He knew this was so wrong, knew he should stop this before they reached the point of no rerurn. But the way she responded to his touch, the innocent look in her eyes... it was intoxicating and tempting for Jehan to ignore. "Then let's make this memorable," he said, his voice deep and full of allure.

Jehan leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Well, if you're unsure, maybe it's because you haven't explored what you really want yet," he suggested, his eyes lingering on Meleeza's face.

Meleeza shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nervousness. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jehan smiled, a slow, knowing smile. "I mean, have you ever been with a man who really knows how to satisfy a woman?" He paused, letting the question hang in the air. "Sometimes, it takes experience to know what you truly desire."

Meleeza felt her cheeks flush as she considered his words. She had always been curious, but the idea of actually doing something about it was both thrilling and terrifying. "I... I don't know," she stammered, avoiding his gaze.

Jehan leaned forward, his eyes locked onto hers. "It's okay to be unsure baby," he said softly. "But maybe you should give in and explore those feelings. See what you like. What turns you on."

Meleeza's heart pounded in her chest as she realized where this conversation was heading. She couldn't believe she was even considering it in the first place. Sure Jehan was Jenny's father but I bet she'd never had thiught that her life would steer in this direction in her life. There was something about Jehan that made Meleeza feel safe, despite the dangerous nature of their talk. "You mean... you could help me? Could you help me what I desire intimately?" she asked hesitantly.

Jehan nodded slowly, his expression serious. "If you want me to. I can show you things you might not have experienced before. But only if you're sure that's what you want."

Meleeza took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. The idea of being intimate with Jehan, someone she had known for years, was both exciting and nerve-wracking. But there was also a part of her that was curious, eager to discover what she had been missing out on. "I... I think I want to," she whispered finally.

Jehan stood up, moving around his desk to stand beside her. He reached out, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. "Are you sure, Meleeza? This is something we can't take back," he said, his voice low and intense.

She nodded, her pulse quickening as she felt the warmth of his hand seep through her shirt. "I'm sure," she breathed.

Jehan's grip tightened slightly, and he slowly guided her to her feet. His other hand came up to cup her cheek, tilting her face towards his. "Then let's see what you've been missing," he murmured, leaning in to capture her lips with his own.

The kiss was gentle at first, almost hesitant, but it quickly deepened as Meleeza melted into his embrace. She gasped softly as his tongue slipped between her lips, exploring her mouth with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine. Her hands instinctively went to his chest, gripping his shirt as she lost herself in the sensation. In the heat of the moment Meleeza tried to move her hand underneath Jehan's shirt to feel his warm chest. Upon doing so Meleeza felt a warm sensation down her pussy while Jehan and Meleeza's tongues danced in passion.

Jehan's hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together. He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling lightly as he went. Meleeza moaned softly, her head falling back as she felt the heat pooling between her legs.

"Do you like that?" Jehan whispered against her skin, his breath warm and tantalizing.

"Yes," Meleeza replied, her voice trembling. "I want More, please..."

Jehan complied, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse as he continued his assault on her senses. He pushed the fabric off her shoulders, revealing the delicate lace of her bra. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her perky breasts, straining against the thin material.

He traced a finger along the edge of her bra, dipping beneath it to brush against her nipple. Meleeza cried out, her knees weakening as a surge of pleasure coursed through her body. Jehan chuckled, pressing a kiss to her collarbone as he continued to tease her sensitive flesh.

"You're so responsive," he murmured, pulling away just enough to slide her bra straps off her shoulders. The garment fell to her elbows, leaving her breasts fully exposed to his gaze. "Beautiful," he groaned, lowering his head to take one aching nipple into his mouth.

Meleeza's hands flew to his hair, gripping it tightly as she arched her back, offering herself more fully to him. Jehan suckled greedily, his teeth grazing her tender skin as his hand roamed lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt.

His fingers found the damp heat between her thighs, and Meleeza gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily at the contact. Jehan brushed his thumb over her clit, eliciting a sharp cry from her lips. "Oh god, yes!" she panted, her brain fogged with lust.

Jehan smirked against her breast, his tongue flicking over the hardned nipple before he switched to the other side, giving it equal attention. His fingers continued their maddening rhythm, pressing and rubbing in a way that made Meleeza's vision blur with pleasure.

"Please... Jehan I want more," she begged, her voice hoarse with desperation.

Jehan pulled back, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the sight of her flushed, panting form. "Turn around," he commanded, his voice thick with desire.

Meleeza obeyed without hesitation, turning to face the door. Jehan stepped behind her, his hands sliding up her arms to rest on her shoulders. He bent his head, nuzzling her neck as his hands worked at the button of her skirt. With a swift motion, he unzipped it, letting the fabric pool at her feet.

Meleeza shivered as she stood in nothing but her panties, feeling incredibly vulnerable yet undeniably aroused. Jehan's hands slid down her sides, tracing the curve of her hips before settling on her ass. He squeezed gently, his thumbs brushing against the elastic of her panties.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice husky with lust.

Meleeza complied, her legs trembling as she widened her stance. Jehan's fingers dipped beneath the edge of her panties, tracing a line down to her. He groaned softly as he felt how wet her pussy was, his fingers parting her folds to rub against her throbbing clit.

"So wet for me already," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Tell me, Meleeza, have you ever been touched like this before?"

"No," she admitted, her voice shaky. "Never like this..."

Jehan's fingers delved deeper, curling inside her as he continued to stroke her clit with his thumb. Meleeza bit her lower lip, trying to stifle her cries as waves of pleasure built inside her. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, her body begging for release.

"That's it, baby," Jehan whispered, his free hand cupping her breast as he pinched her nipple. "Let go for me. Cum for me, Meleeza."

Her control shattered at his words, and Meleeza cried out as an overwhelming orgasm ripped through her body. She sagged against Jehan, her knees trembling as he held her up, his fingers never ceasing their expert ministrations.

As the aftershocks subsided, Meleeza panted heavily, her entire body tingling with satisfaction. Jehan slowly withdrew his fingers, lifting them to his mouth to lick them clean. "Delicious," he murmured, his eyes dark with undisguised hunger.

Meleeza turned to face him, her eyes wide with awe and newfound confidence. "Thank you," she whispered, reaching out to trace a finger along his jawline.

Jehan captured her hand, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. "You're welcome, Meleeza. But we're nit done yet. This is just the beginning," he said, his voice low and seductive. "There's so much more I want to show you."

To be Continued

It happened last year. I was a student, he (let's call him Jon) was a lecturer just a few years older than me. I've always found him really handsome, but I knew that nothing more would come up because of the nature of our relationship, even though I felt that we had a good chemistry as we used to smile a lot to each other and so on, but it is how it is...

However, after a few months into an academic year I had to take a few-weeks break due to my bad health state, and it meant that I had to attend office hours with every teacher of mine, which included John. I thought of this as my chance for something to happen. I knew there were about 3-5 1-on-1 meetings ahead of us, so I knew I could take my time, but on the other hand I couldn't do it too slowly.

The first meeting was nothing different than our average lectures. I was just listening to him explaining the subject, asked some questions and just left after being done with this. For the second time though, I wore light makeup and I used some perfume so that maybe he would notice. It worked! Right after I entered the class, he told me something like "you smell nice" and I answered with a simple smile and thank-you. But this time again nothing special happened.

For the third time I wore better makeup and used stronger perfume. I also wore nylons and quite tight dress since I hoped it would catch his attention. I could see from the second I entered his room that he "noticed" me. After some 20-30 minutes of our lesson, he wanted to show me something related to it on his computer, so I had to come to him to see it. I leaned my elbow against the desk, and he froze for a second, so I looked at him and caught him looking at me. I asked, "What happened, sir?". He replied "Nothing, I'm sorry". I said "Okay, that's fine" and he started showing me on the screen the topic he was explaining to me. I couldn't stand the urge I had for him since the beginning of the academic year and I touched him slightly with my arm, then he asked "What are you doing?". I seductively answered "I'm sorry sir, but I just can't hold it in anymore" and then I slightly kissed him with my lips and to my surprise he went along with it so we were just kissing for a few seconds and then looked at each other. Then he gave me a key and pointed at the door, which was a clear sign for me to close it. And I could feel what is about to happen...

Right after closing it, I sat at his laps, and we started to kiss more passionately. Then I started to unbutton his shirt, and then I could see his awesome chest, so he offered to unzip my dress and when it revealed my back he started to kiss me all over it. IT FELT SO GOOD. I threw the dress off and turned to him wearing just a bra in the upper part, then he said "You are so beautiful, Nat" and I just answered with a simple smile and kiss. That was the moment when I kneeled down and unzipped his pants while he was caressing my hair. When I did it I could also see his shorts and his penis being ready already ;) Then I took it off as well and finally saw his perfect-fucking-dick and asked him smiling "May I, Sir?" and he simply nodded smiling as well while still playing with my hair. I took it in my hands and then to my mouth. My initial thought was, "How the fuck is it that big?" since I didn't have experience with so big dicks prior to him. But after some time of adapting I started to suck it, and it felt great. Then I played with his balls for a while, including licking and sucking it. I stood up and to my surprise he kissed me after it despite his penis being in my mouth. "It was awesome. Now it's time for you to be satisfied" he said, and he laid me on the desk, took off my panties and nylons and started playing with my pussy. OH GOD I'VE NEVER FELT LIKE THAT EVER BEFORE!!! He knew exactly how to do it, he was sucking and fingering it gently, just like a man should. Right after we were done with it I reached to my bag and I took a condom from it as I was prepared for it since our first meeting...

Then I wore it on his dick and laid again on the desk clapping my pussy a few times just so that he was sure what to do next :) And he did... he entered it with his perfect cock, and it felt so good again. However, this time he was a bit rougher and was doing it a bit faster, but I was okay with that since it was really enjoyable. I was massaging a pussy for a while, he was squishing my boobies which was really pleasurable. After something like 10-15 minutes of me being fucked in missionary position, he finished. We both smiled to each other and again kissed each other passionately, and we both agreed that it was a great time for us. We exchanged courtesies, got dressed, and I just left saying something like "See you during classes". Since then, we were behaving good during classes since we are both professionals ;) but hey, we couldn't lose such a great potential. So we started meeting from time to time for the hook-ups, and they weren't worse than the first time...

If you enjoyed it, you may let me know and keep in mind that English isn't my first language, so I could have made some mistakes, so sorry in advance. Also, if you would like to hear about other of my experiences, just let me know :) xoxo

I’ve been having sex with both of these women separately. However, they know of each other. I’ve been teasing them both about us all getting together sometime and it finally, randomly, just happened.

I own a small marketing firm. My customer came in as usual and we talked business and future projects. Started chatting and it got late almost to closing time. Walked her out to the reception area and met my secretary was just packing up to leave. We all talked about what was for dinner and none of us had exact plans. I suggested a drink before we all head home that’s what we did. Headed down the street to our spot. Had a few drinks and after an hour or so feeling buzzed, we decided to call it.

Talk at the restaurant was a little flirty… This is usually how things get started with them separately before we go back to the office and fuck. They both joked about this and I suggested that’s exactly what we should go back to the office to do. It didn’t happen. But, I did give my client a kiss goodbye that turned into making out. Which in turn made my secretary join in and we all made out with each other for a minute. Then we all laughed about it and left. It made me super horny and was so fun. Loved it.

When I (F25) went to LA first thing I did was to check out the party scene. Dropped my bags off at the hotel, had dinner and then went back to take a shower and go to a club recommended to me by a local.

Fresh out of the shower, I went to the closet to choose my outfit. I chose the sexiest dress that I knew would show off my curves, sexy red underwear and I started to get ready. Ready to have fun, I got a taxi to the club.

Arriving there, I initially wanted to leave, I felt suffocated by the crowd and the heavy smell of many people, alcohol and hormones heated to the max. But decided to give it a chance. So I started drinking, dancing and feeling good.

About an hour after being in the club, I was still on the dance floor, moving slowly to the rhythm of the music. I saw a guy watching me from the across the dance floor and shivers went through my body. The bluest eyes I have ever seen were now gazing at me.

He came over and introduced himself and offered to buy me a drink. He came back with my Amaretto Sour shortly after. I thanked him when he returned and we started dancing. Suddenly I felt his hand on my ass and he kissed my neck. I was tipsy and he was hot and it felt good. I could feel he was already very hard. He was grinding on me and his dick was pulsating against my ass.

He led me by the hand and we exited the club and went to his car. We were making out in the parking lot and he asked if I preferred his place or mine. Told him it’s easier at my place since I’m in a hotel so it was safer than going to a stranger’s place.

Told him the name of the hotel and he started driving. The entire drive there I was rubbing his cock through his pants. Thought about roadhead but there were too many cars and didn’t want to get arrested my first night in LA.

Once we got to my hotel, entered my room and he pushed me to my knees, took his cock out and started slapping it on my face. I opened my mouth and he started fucking my face, trying to go as deep as possible in my throat. I was gagging a little since he was pretty big and thick.

He stopped, turned me around, pushed me on the bed and lifted my dress. Pulled down my panties and started eating me out from behind with such passion. It felt amazing. Next thing I know I felt his cock inside me, pounding me. He was slapping my ass with force that I worried he’d leave a mark.

With his left hand he started pulling my hair while with the right he was holding my hip and thrusting deeper and deeper. He was asking me if I love his cock and I said yes.

The rhythm got faster and faster and he asked me if I want his cum. Was getting ready to get on my knees but he just held me and exploded inside me. Holding me tight with both arms as his cock was pulsating and filling me up.

After about a minute he got up and went to take a shower. Good thing I’m on the pill or this might have a different ending.

Bri lazily sucked my cock as we watched Squid Game. I squeezed her plump ass peeking out from under her big shirt and pet her hair, long locks dyed the color of blood. Her tongue swirled around my shaft and saliva got everywhere. Every once in a while she’d take a deep breath and my tip would alway reach her stomach as she deepthroated my cock. Just a quick glukglukgluk. I’d slip my fingers into her pussy every time she did it, goading her to do it again, conditioning her to be the perfect fuck.

She was a babe, and a bratty one at that. And smart. She’d walk around the house in these tight belly tees, showing off her perfect bellybutton and the type of tits that make you look again. She’d come into my office and touch me soft and whisper in my ear and graze my cock with her fingernails. I’d fight her off, but it would get her wetter. She’d silently make her way around my chair on her hands and knees without me even noticing. I’d just feel a hand reach up and unzip me and another that would reach in and take me out.

Even if I was deep in my work, she’d get to me. I’d grab her hair and twist her and push her back and pull her ass and thrust deep and slow, continuing the flow of my ideas with closed eyes, a smile on my face, and a big hard dick wetting and burying itself deep inside, rubbing up good on her g-spot. And she would lie prone, using her tits as pillows, and draw. 

My best ideas would always come at the end, when I was hardest and deepest and brimming with the feeling of connecting the dots. And down there I would come too, my buried treasure twitching and spurting my warmth into hers. Those great ideas always came at the height of my ecstasy, and to be honest I’ve probably lost half of them after losing time to our earthshattering creampies. But the half that remained—wow.

It was then I’d finally be with her. I’d lean forward, still inside of her, and check out her beautiful crayon creations bursting with color and brimming with character. They all had a story, and some of them even had plot. They’d mesmerize me long enough to get hard again, and I’d fuck her messy cunt intil I came a second time.

But now we we were sitting on her couch, and she was lazily sucking my cock. I reached down her shirt and grasped a tit. She loved when I manhandled her, so I slapped it and it bounced into the other one. I pulled her mouth off my cock and spun her around into doggy. I drove my thumb deep inside her and pulled out fluid with which I lathered my cock. And then I fucked her hard and came deep.

I pulled out and she deepthroated me again. All it took was one glukglugluk for me to soften. We went back to the show until I got hard again and squeezed her plump ass.

I ran into Sofí at our mutual friend’s party. She wore a tight shirt, white with black horizontal lines and deep cleavage. I saw her sitting on the bed across the room, and, knowing she had a boyfriend (or had had one if luck was in the air), I worried it would be awkward between us. Nonetheless when she caught my eye I headed straight toward her, pushing through a sea of hot art chicks and vape smoke.

“Hola chica!” I said, and she was happy to see me, and we hugged. Even though I made sure not to hold her tight I could still feel her titties press up against me. She lingered a bit too long, or maybe I was the lingerer. I joined her conversation with Emily, a short girl with boy hair and amazing tits. I don’t think either knew I had history with the other.

Sofí may have never even seen my penis, and I may never have seen her pussy, but we’ve made out and grinded and I’ve squeezed and sucked on her tits and made her cum many times. I assumed her Catholic faith had something to do with the lack of penetration, but I had hoped it would prevent nothing more than that. The furthest I ever got (besides the clothed outercourse sprinkled generously throughout our hangs) was pushing my hips into her open palm. My cock throbbed through thin gym shorts in her hand, and I wanted her to grasp my dick so fucking bad.

I looked over at her but couldn't read her face. She looked straight at me with a glimmer of strong emotion, but I couldn't tell which. Her skirt was long and flowy, and her torso was bare, and incredible. Smooth and soft olive skin on her long belly, over half hidden by her incredible breasts, which, even flattened by gravity, were twin temples, and I was a worshipper. I couldn't help myself–I closed her hand around my dick and pulsed it with purpose. This time I could read her: she was incredibly surprised. I dove in and kissed her open mouth, and she closed her eyes and reciprocated. Our faces grew wet as I squeezed her hand to squeeze my cock. I kissed her so fucking hard and she moaned into my mouth.

When I released my grip on her hand, I expected hers to release my hard cock. But it didn't. She held me tight as I held her face and kissed her with passion. Then I pulled away to read her once more. This time she was ravenous, mouth agape, smeared makeup, applying pressure to my penis. I took her other hand and she moved so easy as I pulled it towards me. Then I slipped her fingers into my waistband.

"No papi," she said softly, releasing my dick. She pulled my hands to her voluptuous breasts and I buried my face in them.

Emily I had been inside of, but not for long (check out my ongoing story called ‘Learning she had big boobs made me want her so bad’). Neither one seemed to notice the other constantly checking me out. Every once in a while, when they leaned, their cleavage came together into one gorgeous view. Each time would get me harder and harder. I kept having to adjust my cock against my leg to hide it, and Emily noticed at least once.

Both girls were red in the face from laughing, and from booze. We did shots with the host that I choked down. Sofí spilled one and without even thinking I blurted out, “Such a bad girl!”

Cleaning up the mess she made on her hands and knees, she looked up at me with a smirk. Her tits hung and swayed as she wiped the floor in circular strokes, and I was lost in her cleavage. Drop your feet to the ground in front of her and grab her hand. She’ll be surprised when you place it on your dick, she’ll unzip you and reach in to pull your cock out and take you in her mouth. Then you can reach out and feel those glorious tits again. I was drunk, horny, and brave, but I wasn’t stupid. She doesn’t do that, remember? Dumbass.

Somebody pointed out a spot of liquid further from the bed and she spun on her knees to find it. Her ass in those grey yoga pants was insane, and I could almost see the outline of her pussy. My cock was hard enough to thrust through the fabric and deep inside of her body. I wanted to bury myself in her.

Meanwhile Emily continued gossiping about people I didn’t care about. Sofí returned to sit on the bed with us, kneeling with her knee slightly touching my leg. She leaned forward to hungrily gossip with Emily and her breasts hung nicely. She must have been wearing a bra or else they’d be spilling all over the place. I listened to them chat and took in Sofí’s cleavage, and her long dark hair dancing along the sides of it, and her upturned nose at the center of a beautiful Latina face. I watched her tongue drag on her teeth as she spoke in her Costa Rican accent. I spied deep into her mouth and down her throat when she let out big laughs. My cock twitched at her little giggles, and her knee pressed into my calf.

I sat up and leaned forward to grab my drink from the table and turned my head to sneak a peek at her butt. An endlessly squeezable butt, wearing the shit out of those tight grey leggings, was nestled deliciously over two gorgeous soles. Her feet were dark and slender with outrageously suckable toes. My eyes made their way up from her toes, along the slight wrinkles of her deep arches, over her heels, and what I saw next almost made my jaw drop. Her pussy was outlined perfectly by the fabric of her tight grey pants, and it was glistening. She was fucking wet!

Pull out your cock and put your hand flat on her back and push her into downward dog. Pull down her pants and bask in that pussy and enter it sacredly. She’s so fucking wet it’s gonna feel so good as you slide deep into this mami. This busty Latin babe with a juicy ass and the golden arch of a goddess. Grab her tits and press your fingers into their flesh. Then release, deep in–

“Hey bud!” Emily loudly said, snapping me out of my fantasy. I turned to look at her and she was looking right at me. Sofí’s long hair flew and wooshed around her head as she turned her face and her luscious lips and manicured eyelashes came into my view. Emily continued, “You looking at her ass or what?”

Sofí’s eyes widened. "He's what?" She looked into my eyes. Fuck. "Is this true?" she asked, and I couldn't read her face.

"I saw him!" Emily jeered. "Tell her!" She was fucking with me and fucking me over at the same time. "Tell her you were looking at her ass."

I spoke after some silence, "No, I wasn't.” Technically true. I was looking at her pussy. Then I fumbled through an explanation. "I mean I wasn’t technically, um, I wasn't doing that... it wasn't my intention to... to uh..." Fuck it. "Okay ya I was looking at your ass Sofí. But only for a second. Plus it was right there!"

She blinked, then looked down at my hard cock...

long story, sorry!

my boyfriend and i have been together for a while, and for the past year, he’s been asking if we could have an open relationship. he said he didn’t want to be monogamous and wanted to have sex with other women blablabla. at first, i was totally against it, but over the last few months, i started thinking about sleeping with other men more and more. i mean i’m a naturally horny person, so in march, i agreed, and we opened up our relationship.

as soon as we did, my boyfriend bragged to his friends and roommates about how he was now allowed to sleep with other women. he felt like he is the most alpha male on this planet, little did he know, this would backfire on him big time. since he told his friends, some of them started flirting with me. one night, not long after we opened our relationship, my boyfriend went to a bar, and his roommate called me, asking if i wanted to come over. i knew exactly what he wanted, and i wanted the same thing.

his roommate is tall, hot, athletic, and has a great personality. i put on a pink thong, some tiny hotpants, and a white crop top with no bra. i was so excited to meet him. turns out, he’s amazing in bed – fantastic at oral, has a huge cock, and can fuck for hours. it was probably one of the best sexual experiences of my life.

the next day, i had sex with my boyfriend again, and it was so much worse compared to his roommate. since march, i’ve slept with 29 different men and 3 women, including 2 of his friends and his roommate. none of them told him, and neither did i, which makes it even hotter for me. i love it when men are aggressive and rough in bed, and i always ask them to be as hard as possible on me. i often have bruises and scratches all over my body, and i know my boyfriend notices, but he doesn’t say anything.

my favorite lover is still my boyfriend’s roommate. i sleep with him 3-4 times a week, and we’ve built a really deep connection. last week, he called me drunk with his friends and asked if i wanted to have a gangbang. i was about to go to sleep, but i thought, fuck it, why not? i decided to give those guys a show they will never forget, so i put on a white lace thong, fishnet stockings, high heels, my shortest miniskirt, and a see-through tube top with no bra. i looked like the perfect slut, ready to get destroyed by 4 dicks at the same time (ofcourse i took a pic of the outfit if you want to see it) btw two of the guys were black, which made the surprise even better for me.

meanwhile, my boyfriend isn’t happy with the open relationship. he had a one-night stand at the beginning of april, but he hasn’t had sex with any other women since, even though he spends a lot of time in bars and on dating apps trying to meet someone. i don’t sleep with him much anymore because my pussy is often sore from fucking other men, and honestly, he’s a below-average in bed. i love him and feel sorry for him, so sometimes i give him a handjob when he’s horny, but most of the time, i’m just not interested in sleeping with him.

he already suggested that we switch to monogamy again but thats not an option for me.

A few months back, my bf and I went on a short vacation with a couple of friends. The trip was a lot of fun but it was also really tiring, especially the drive down to the place that we rented. I ended up going to bed early on the first day but I wasn't asleep for long.

I woke up in the middle of the night to my bf masturbating beside me. Now this isn't something abnormal for him since he would usually do it if I don't feel like having sex. I'm okay with it as long as he has headphones in if he's watching porn and he doesn't wake me up if I'm asleep. What's different this time was that he wasn't watching porn, instead he was looking at instagram pictures of a close friend of mine who also followed us on this vacation.

Watching him jerk off to her really turned me on and I ended up giving him a hand. This started to become a thing for us where I'll make him look through the insta page of someone that we know and I'll jerk him off while he looks through her pictures. It wasn't long before he started doing the same for me too. He'd get me off while I browsed through thirst traps or pictures of our friends.

Now we're at the point where I'd point out women that I think he might find hot and he'd point out guys that I might be into then we'd go through hot scenarios of being in bed with them and reenact those scenarios once we get back to our apartment. Previously, we'd only have sex probably about once a week, twice if we're really feeling it but now it's more like 4 or 5 times a week.

This is a fantasy I've touched myself thinking about a few times. A while ago my friends and I went out shopping, and our ride couldn't make it. It was taking ages to get an uber so we got in a cab. The driver was a big black guy who looked about 50, and after the ride my friends were saying he was giving us creepy looks. So, onto the fantasy...

In the fantasy, we get about halfway when we realise we can't pay. Phones are dead, we've lost our cards, the banks are down, whatever. The driver overhears us talking about it. He slams on the brakes, pulling over on the side of the road, then threatens to kick us out if we don't figure out how to pay.

It's about 10pm, and we're in a rough looking area.

My friends and I argue about how to pay, all too scared to risk walking, and I tell him I'll pay.

I climb into the front seat, sitting next to him. I reach over, not really sure what I'm doing, and rub his cock through his pants. Its huge.

He starts the car and starts driving, telling me to keep going. I unzip his pants, pulling out his huge dick, and start stroking it while my friends look on in shock from the back seat.

I'm getting wet, marvelling at how big it is. My hand doesn't even fit around it properly, and I'm stroking it in awe. He tells me to wet it, so I lean down and put my lips around it and start sucking his huge cock. It barely fits between my lips, but I suck the end as I jerk him, my tongue swirling around the tip. He's moaning as he drives, telling me I'm a good little slut.

Then he tells me to sit in his lap. I don't even hesitate, undoing my seatbelt, pulling down my pants and climbing over the seat to straddle him. I feel the tip of his huge cock poking my entrance as the taxi keeps on going down the highway, and he puts a hand on my waist and pulls me down onto his huge old dick. It stretches me painfully as he takes my virginity, but I love it.

I start bouncing up and down on his big black cock, and he reaches up with one hand, lifting my shirt and undoing my bra. I remove it as he keeps fucking me. Other motorists are looking at us as I ride him, my boobs bouncing as I take every inch of him, sliding up and down along his long thick dick.

A car load of young guys cheer as they pass us. Liz and Dani, still in the back-seat, encourage me, laughing at what a whore I am. A trucker honks his horn, watching me.

I keep riding the drivers cock, moving faster and faster as we leave the highway, my boobs bouncing for everyone to see. As we pull up outside my house I cum, moaning loudly and bucking my hips as he groans, shoving himself deep inside me. His big dick twitches, and I feel his hot cum filling me up as I collapse on him, his dick sliding out of me, a torrent of cum gushing out.

He squeezes my boobs as I climb out of the car, pulling my clothes back on. Liz and Dani get out, cheering, abs the driver smiles and passes me his business card, telling me to call him any time I want a free ride. I tell him I will.

I dormed my first year of college and I must say I’m very glad I did. During the first semester on my dorm floor there was a girl named Tori, she was cute, white girl nice ass and tits, didn’t think much of her to be honest. Then one night my roommate at the time heard her getting her back blown out and thought it was hilarious, we also heard she and her roommate were whores and fucked so many guys the girls next door moved out, we both talked about wanting to fuck her for a long time, and we got our wishes.

One day we were watching tv in the living room and the way the dorms were the way to enter the living room was next to the tv, so while watching Tori walks in in a sleek black dress, I’m pretty sure she was preparing to go to a sorority event. My roommate and I were stunned looking at her, she smiled at that, “Do you think either of you can help me zip this up?” She asked and turned around, her ass was so nice to look at, she was kind of looking at us with fuck me eyes and I had a bit of a hard on from it. My roommate was still a bit in shock so I got up to help.

As I walked up behind her to zip it up she kind of gave me a look and I got really horny, pushing my hard on against her ass, “oh sorry,” I pretended to apologize, she shook her head, “it’s okay, I might need to get a bit closer,” she pushed her ass back on me and kept it there, giving a soft moan, “That feels so good, think I can get the real thing?” I smiled and began kissing on her neck a bit, my roommate didn’t wanna feel left out and Tori knew that, “I’ve never had two at once,” she giggled, “First time for everything,” I whispered in her ear as my roommate got up and went to her front.

The two began making out and I could tell he was getting hard from it cause he kept trying to hide it, “uh uh,” she said, gripping his groin, “That’s all mine, boy.”

I smiled and grabbed her ass, “Lets take this inside,” I said, she shook her head, kissing both of us and sitting on the couch, “C’mere.”

My roommate and I both walked over to her, him more nervous than ever, “pull your cocks out,” I smiled, dropping my pants almost immediately, my roommate hesitated a bit but dropped his too, “Good boys,” she said, gripping onto both of them, giving each of them a nice few tugs, she turned around to make sure no one was watching and began sucking us off.

She gave pretty good head and I felt myself getting ready to finish soon but my roommate did first, he smiled and stroked her hair as she swallowed it, Tori fondled his balls a bit, “you taste good, now you,” she took off her dress to show her panties but no bra, she arched her ass up and kicked her lips, “I want you to fuck me while I suck your roommates cock,” I was down and my roommate said she gave really good head so followed through with it.

I got behind her and started fucking her immediately, her pussy felt so nice and wet, each thrust made me closer and closer to cum inside her, my roommate looked like he was enjoying the blowjob he was getting, she was moaning my name while getting fucked and I started to fondle her tits. After that I felt myself about to finish and told her, she grabbed my dick from behind and forced the cum out of it, making sure every drop went in, I felt myself body get drained of all its energy. A few times after I’d smack her ass when she walked by and she would smile at me.

She said that experience made her wanna get a train ran on her which happened before winter break, we fucked a few more times but she got a bf so we stopped, love jerking off to her instagram though.

Okay, seriously, I can’t believe I’m about to spill the tea on what went down last night. I’m Violette, 27, your friendly neighborhood dominatrix, and let me tell you, my best friend Mia’s bachelorette party was off the charts. Like, I’m still buzzing from it, and I have no idea how we went from sipping bubbly to unleashing our wildest fantasies in a matter of hours.

It all kicked off with us gathered at Mia’s place, just a bunch of girls giggling, drinking wine, and playing silly party games. The usual stuff, you know? But as the night rolled on, I felt this electric energy in the air, and I just knew I had to spice things up. I mean, come on—this was her last night of freedom, and I had the perfect gift tucked away.

I pulled out a sleek, shiny chastity cage from my bag and watched as Mia’s eyes went wide, like she’d just seen a unicorn. “What the hell is that?” she gasped, and oh my gosh, the other girls were leaning in, practically bouncing on their seats.

“Consider it a wedding gift,” I said, trying to keep my voice cool while I was practically vibrating with excitement. “A little something to make your wedding night… interesting.”

Everyone erupted in laughter and disbelief. “You can’t be serious!” Mia exclaimed, but I could see that spark of curiosity flickering in her eyes. I was definitely not backing down.

“Oh, I’m dead serious. We’re going to explore our deepest desires tonight,” I grinned, and the room was suddenly filled with that delicious tension of anticipation. “Who’s in?”

After a few seconds that felt like forever, they all nodded, a mix of excitement and nervous energy buzzing around us. I could hardly contain my giddiness. “Great! Let’s start with you, Mia,” I said, handing her the chastity cage. Her cheeks were flushed, and I swear, she looked absolutely adorable.

“What do I do?” she asked, biting her lip as she clutched the cage like it was made of gold.

“First, we lock you in,” I said, guiding her through it. The moment that cage clicked shut? Oh, you could practically hear the collective gasp in the room. “Welcome to your new reality, sweetheart. Now, let’s see how you handle being my little sub.”

I could feel the thrill coursing through me as we moved back to the living room. I mean, who would have thought that thiswould happen during a bachelorette party? The girls were all lined up, looking at me with that eager mix of anticipation and daring, and honestly? I was living for it.

As I set the rules—no touching, just teasing—I felt like the queen of a very sexy castle. I had each girl perform little tasks, from fetching drinks to dancing for each other, all while I watched their excitement and frustration build. And let me tell you, the energy in the room was absolutely infectious.

Then came the best part. I started teasing them—my fingers gliding over their thighs, leaning in close, whispering how good they looked in their chastity gear. I could see them squirming with desire, and it was driving me wild. The giggles, the moans, the playful banter—it was like a scene out of a naughty dream.

Finally, as the night hit its peak, I gathered them all together again. “Alright, girls, who’s ready to be released?” I asked, my heart racing with excitement.

Mia practically jumped out of her seat. “Me! Please!” she begged, and honestly, I could hardly wait to give her that moment of sweet release.

I held up the key, grinning from ear to ear. “Okay, but you all have to beg for it. I want to hear how much you need it.”

The room erupted in desperate pleas, and it was such a wild chorus of want that I felt like I was in the middle of some crazy, sexy symphony. Finally, I decided to let Mia be the first to experience freedom. As I unlocked her cage, the look on her face—pure bliss—was worth every second of the build-up.

With that, the night took on a whole new life. We all tumbled into each other, giggling and breathless, sharing wild stories and reliving the highs of the evening. I still can’t believe we went from just hanging out to exploring the depths of our desires together.

Looking back, it was one of the hottest, most exhilarating nights I could have imagined. I mean, who knew a bachelorette party could turn into such a scandalous adventure? I’m still buzzing from it, and I can't wait to see where this newfound freedom takes us all next. Here’s to more nights like that—where the boundaries blur and the fun never ends!

So, let me spill the tea on what just went down. I’m Kaitlyn, thirty-two, the kind of girl who loves taking charge, especially when it comes to pleasure. My best friend, Mia, is all sweetness and light—definitely the girl you’d bring home to meet Mom. Then there’s Ryan, her boyfriend, who's twenty-eight and a total snack. He’s rugged, charming, and has this little secret about wanting to be dominated that I just couldn’t ignore.

It all started a few nights ago when I caught him watching some BDSM documentary while I was hanging out at Mia’s place. I was chilling on the couch with a glass of wine, and there he was, glued to the screen, his eyes practically popping out of his head. I could see it in his face—he was curious, maybe even a little excited. That curiosity? Oh, it lit a fire in me.

Fast forward to today. Mia had to run some errands, leaving me and Ryan alone in the apartment. The vibe was electric, and I could feel the tension crackling in the air. He looked so good in those tight jeans, but I could tell he was nervous, like a deer caught in headlights.

“Hey, Ryan,” I said, leaning in closer, my voice dripping with sultriness. “I know we’ve never really talked about your, uh, interests, but I’m here if you want to explore a little.”

He swallowed hard, his eyes widening. “You mean… the stuff from the documentary?”

I smirked, leaning back just enough to give him a good look at my curves. “Come on, I know you’ve been curious about submission. Why not let me show you how thrilling it can be?”

His face was a mix of confusion and excitement, like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to jump. I took his hand and led him to the bedroom, my heart racing with anticipation.

Once inside, I turned on the dim lights, creating this sexy, inviting atmosphere. I had my favorite toys lined up on the dresser—a sleek strap-on and some cuffs. I watched as he took in the sight of them, his breath hitching. This was the moment where everything would shift for both of us.

“Relax, babe,” I said, my fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from him. “You’re safe with me. Just let go of any worries and embrace what you really want.”

The tension in his shoulders started to melt away as he nodded, eyes glimmering with hunger. “Okay. I trust you,” he said, and just like that, I knew we were both about to dive into something mind-blowingly intense.

I guided him to the bed, pushing him down until he was lying back against the soft sheets. The way he looked up at me, vulnerable yet eager, made my heart race. “You ready for this?” I asked, my voice low and teasing.

“Yeah,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Good.” I slipped the strap-on on, feeling that rush of power course through me. As I approached him, I could see his breath quickening, his pulse beating wildly at his neck. “This? This is what you’re going to enjoy tonight,” I said, smirking as I straddled him, positioning myself just right.

As I lined up the strap-on with his entrance, I leaned down, whispering, “Just breathe, Ryan. I promise you’re going to love this.” With that, I pushed in slowly, allowing him to adjust to the sensation. I watched as his eyes widened, a mix of pleasure and disbelief washing over his face.

“Fuck, that feels… amazing,” he gasped, and I could feel my own excitement building. I started to thrust gently, each movement deliberate, each thrust making him arch his back, chasing that sweet edge of pleasure.

“Just let go,” I encouraged, picking up the pace. “Feel everything. I want you to surrender completely to this.”

I could see him losing himself, the tension in his body fading as he embraced the sensations. I leaned over him, my body pressed against his, and the connection between us was electric. His moans grew louder, filling the room with the sound of raw pleasure.

“More, Kaitlyn. Please, I need more,” he begged, his voice thick with desire.

With a wicked grin, I obliged, thrusting harder and deeper, pushing him to the brink. Each movement was met with his gasps and moans, a symphony of pleasure that only fueled my desire. I could feel my heart racing, the thrill of being in control sending shivers down my spine.

“Damn, Ryan, you feel so good,” I breathed, leaning down to kiss him, my lips brushing against his in a heated frenzy. The rhythm of our bodies matched perfectly, and I lost myself in the intoxicating blend of power and passion.

With every thrust, I could feel that heat pooling in my core, the thrill of being in complete control sending me into a frenzy. I leaned down closer to him, whispering in his ear, “You’re mine now, remember that.”

As the intensity built between us, it was like we were in our own world. Each thrust pushed us higher, and soon we were both teetering on the edge of ecstasy. I could feel him tightening around me, his body responding to every move I made.

With one final thrust, we both spiraled into bliss, riding that wave of ecstasy together. I collapsed onto him, breathless and satisfied, feeling the warmth of our shared secret envelop us.

As we lay there tangled in the sheets, I couldn’t help but smile. We’d crossed a line that changed everything, but it felt so right. Our secret affair was just beginning, and I could already feel the thrill of what was to come.

Disclaimer: Athaliah, me, is a 29-year-old tattoo artist with a flair for the edgy and a passion for BDSM. Michael is a 32-year-old corporate lawyer seeking emotional release.

Oh my gosh, I can hardly believe I’m about to share this—last week was a total whirlwind, and I’m still riding the high from it! I’m Athaliah, a tattoo artist by day and a dominatrix by night, and I decided to host a weekend retreat for curious souls looking to explore BDSM. Little did I know, this retreat would turn into something mind-blowingly incredible!

So, picture this: I had a handful of participants, all eager and a bit nervous, but I could see the excitement in their eyes. And then there was Michael, this serious corporate lawyer who looked like he had a stick up his ass. I mean, hello, handsome, but he was definitely the type who seemed to think pleasure was a dirty word. And I was determined to change that!

The weekend kicked off with everyone sharing their desires and boundaries, and I could feel the energy buzzing in the room. It was like a cocktail of anticipation mixed with a hint of nervousness, and I was totally here for it! As the sun dipped below the horizon, we moved into my private dungeon, which was filled with all sorts of tantalizing toys and tools just begging to be used.

After warming everyone up with some light bondage, I could feel the tension rising, and it was time for my favorite: wax play! Seriously, I love the anticipation of watching hot wax drip down someone’s skin. It’s such a delicious mix of pleasure and pain, and I couldn’t wait to introduce it to the group.

I started with Jenna, a bubbly redhead who was practically bouncing with excitement. As I dripped the first drop of wax onto her forearm, the room erupted in gasps and giggles. I could feel my own excitement bubbling up too, but then my eyes locked onto Michael. He was standing there, watching intently, and I felt this crazy rush of energy.

“Michael!” I called, grinning from ear to ear. “You’re up next!”

He hesitated for a second, his serious demeanor cracking just a little. I could practically see the wheels turning in his mind, but then he nodded. I was practically vibrating with excitement! “Come on over, let’s have some fun.”

I prepared the wax, my heart racing as I lit the candle. The warm glow flickered around the room, and I could feel the tension thickening in the air. “Ready to feel something new?” I asked, leaning in close, my voice sultry and inviting.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice steady but there was a hint of uncertainty lurking beneath. That only made me giddier.

With a mischievous smile, I dripped the first drop of hot wax onto his forearm. He flinched but didn’t pull away. “Not too hot?” I teased, watching him closely.

“Just enough,” he replied, and I swear, his eyes sparkled with intrigue. I dripped another drop, and his breath hitched, the tension in his body palpable. Yes! I could feel him letting go.

As I continued dripping the warm wax onto his skin, I watched him surrender to the sensation. The way his muscles tensed and then relaxed made my pulse race. “Tell me what you’re feeling,” I urged, my voice a low whisper as I dripped wax along his collarbone.

“It’s… intense. I’ve never felt anything like this before,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. I could see a flicker of desire in his eyes, and it sent a thrill racing through me. I was pushing his boundaries, and I loved every moment of it.

“Good,” I said with a playful grin. “Let go, Michael. Just trust me.”

With that, I had him lay back on the padded bench, tying his wrists gently but firmly to the sides. The sight of him bound and at my mercy made my heart race with excitement. I could feel my own boundaries blurring as I leaned over him, letting the wax drip onto his chest. Each droplet landed with a soft hiss, and I could see the struggle between pain and pleasure etched on his face.

“You look so good like this,” I murmured, watching his reactions closely. “Just give in to it.”

As I dripped more wax, I felt a rush of empowerment—seeing him surrender to the sensations ignited something primal within me. The intimacy of the moment was intoxicating. I moved the candle closer, letting the wax fall in slow, deliberate patterns, creating little designs across his chest and abs. His breathing quickened, and I couldn’t help but tease him further. “Are you ready for more?”

“Absolutely,” he gasped, his voice shaky with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. I loved that he was willing to go deeper with me.

With every drip of wax, we descended into a world of intoxicating pleasure. I could feel his muscles twitching beneath the heat, and the sight of him like this sent a thrill straight to my core. I leaned down, whispering in his ear, “You’re doing so well. Just let go and let me take control.”

Finally, the wax cooled, and I gently peeled it away from his skin, revealing the vibrant red patterns that danced across his body. “Look at that,” I said, admiring my handiwork. “You’re a work of art.”

He chuckled, a breathy sound that echoed in the room. “You’re incredible,” he replied, looking up at me with a mixture of admiration and something deeper.

As the night went on, we dove into all kinds of delicious play—bondage, sensory deprivation, teasing, and everything in between. I guided him deeper into the world of BDSM, and with each new experience, I felt my own boundaries shifting. It was like we were dancing on this edge of pleasure and pain together, and I was utterly captivated.

When the other participants left, it was just Michael and me in the dimly lit dungeon. We sat together, our skin still tingling from the heat of the wax and the intensity of the evening. “I can’t believe how amazing that was,” he said, his voice still a bit shaky.

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around it,” I replied, feeling giddy. “I had no idea this weekend would turn into something so… intense.”

“I think you unlocked something in me,” he admitted, his eyes holding mine with a spark of newfound excitement. “I’ve never felt this free before.”

I couldn’t help but smile, feeling a warmth spreading through me. “You were incredible, Michael. You went way beyond what I expected.”

As we shared that moment, I realized this retreat had changed everything. I had come in as the dominatrix ready to lead, but I ended up discovering a whole new side of myself, all thanks to him. I couldn’t shake the feeling that our journey was just beginning, and I was absolutely here for it.

So, there it is! Who knew a simple weekend retreat could turn into this wild, unforgettable experience? I’m still giddy thinking about it, and I can’t wait to see where this new adventure takes us next!

Brother(18years old) Sister(18 years old) This is an 18+resort, there is no insinuation of minors in this story.

(Everyone in this story is over the age of 18)

Nudist family vacation (MMFF) part 5

I left the table feeling full and empty at the same time, I was dead tired. All I could do was think about my warm bed.

“That dinner was amazing” my sister said, “I know right! The pre-service was even better” “you’re telling me”she replied, “I wonder if every meal is like that? Or just dinner, cuz I wouldn’t mind having that for breakfast” she said. “That would be heaven” I said opening the door to our room. “FUCK YEAH! RIGHT THERE! OH MY GUUHD!” You could hear through joint the bathroom, the door slightly cracked, as if it was an invitation. “Hey! You guys all right?” My sister yelled through the doorway, a smirk written on her face. “Oh- w-w-we’re g-g-g-g” I could hear my mother saying in between loud claps. My father chimes in “come in!”. My sister still with the grin on her face kisses me on the cheek and rushes into the room, each step her small ass jiggling just slightly. I hesitate. “Honey!” My mom yells from the room “where are you? I have to show you something!”. “I’m coming” “not yet you’re not” my dad yells. I rush into the room, my mother laying at the edge of the bed, her breasts jumping with each pump deep into her, my father holding my mothers legs over his shoulders. My sister laying on the her side next to my mother, her legs spread open revealing her neat bush. She spreads her pussy open with her fingers, then sticking her middle finger in, out, in, out, making eye contact with me, then glancing next to the empty space at the other edge of the bed, near my mothers head. “Come over here” my mother says, still with the same breathy voice, “I want to taste what you’ve been up to today” I walk over, full mast. She grabs me, reaching under my balls and pulling me in by my butt. In almost one fluid motion she turns her head, and fits the entirety of my manhood into her mouth, I shudder as she starts to suck, one hand helping me, the other on my sister rubbing her clit as she fingers herself. “Do you want a turn?” My dad asks removing himself out of my mother, a huge load of cum dripping out of her. Her bush soaking wet, and covered in the combined juices of my parents. I walk over, stare down at my mother’s vagina, I grab my dick, and run it over the top, teasing her. “It’s okay honey, just stick it in” she wraps her legs around my lower body and forcing me deep inside her. It went in so easily, she was so warm and wet. My father walking over the side where I had previously been. “This is a teaching moment” my dad says to my sister, “watch closely” my mother grabs his penis and shoves it into his mouth, even more aggressively she sucks and slurps. My father motions to my sister to come closer “I want you to try on me, your mother has the perfect technique for any man” “okay” my sister comes over, perpendicular to my mother, bent over, her breasts don’t even heave down they’re so small. She grabs my father and proceeds to do imitate my mother’s technique. “You’re doing great sweetie” my mother says “look at you two, you’re learning so much” my dad says, “now I want you to see what it’s like when a real man does it” my dad says as he pulls away from my sister and bends her over, her asshole in the open air. “Now it’s your turn to watch” my dad says looking at me, “pay attention”, he proceeds to insert himself into my sister, grabbing her by the waist and plunging himself deep into her, she let out a deep high pitched moan. He started thrusting, slowly, but with each thrust getting faster, eventually they both shudder with ecstasy, my sister twitching on the bed, her chest a deep red, semen dripping from her vagina, onto the bed. “Now you try” he says. My mother switches positions, her face down into the bed, and her ass facing me, her asshole a slight darker color than my sister, I slid my dick inside her, starting slow, then picking up the pace, my mother helped, slamming her ass into my abdomen, knocking me back slightly with each pump. I could feel her getting tighter, she was getting more aggressive slamming her ass even harder into me, her breasts swaying in front of her. “Don’t cum yet” my dad says, I can feel the tightness in my dick, I’m about to burst, I try to think about something else, to last longer. But all I could think about was my mother’s beautiful breasts swaying back and forth, her large areola. I can’t resist, I explode DEEP. I cum hard, and deep, I go to pull out, my mother yelling “don’t stop, you don’t stop till I cum too!” She grinds against my dick, plunging me deep into her, I can feel her vagina pulsing as she too shudders with pleasure. Releasing my penis from her, cum dripping down onto the carpeted floor. “That’s okay, they expect that kind of stuff in a hotel room, they’ll clean that mess up. “Why don’t you two go on and head to bed”.

Brother(18years old) Sister(18 years old) This is an 18+resort, there is no insinuation of minors in this story.

(Everyone in this story is over the age of 18)

Nudist family vacation (MMFF+) (part 4)

I woke up to a pink sunset glazing over my sticky body, reminding me of the earlier events. The woman had left, but I was still left with the mess. I walked over to the water to clean off what had remained on my skin and admired the sunset. “How’s your day been?” My sister asked approaching from the side, my heart pounded reminiscing about the days events “can’t complain” I replied in a nonchalant tone, “how was yours?” I asked. “Can’t complain” she said mocking me, as she approached closer, I could see what appeared to be cum dripping down her leg. “Let’s go get some food” I said trying not to get another hard-on. What did she do? The evidence was apparent, but the thought of her being railed by another guy gave me a slight tingle, I envied the man who got to experience her. “Let’s go, I’ve worked up quite an appetite” she smiled touching her vagina and licking what slipped out. We approached the restaurant entrance, the wood door creaked as her and I opened it. “Heyyy!” My father shouted approaching my sister and I, “where’s mom?” I asked, “she’s at the table, follow me” he replied. Leading us through the restaurant we were surrounded by dozens of fully nude people enjoying their meal, all shapes and sizes, I couldn’t help feeling a little excited seeing all of the options I had. We arrived at the table and my sister and I sat down with our parents. The waitress came up to take our order “what can I get for you sir?” She asked me, her clean shaven mound just inches from my face, “I’ll take the steak” I said “pink?” She said slightly biting her lip, her perky breasts facing me as if they were making eye contact, her areola was so tiny, the size of her nipples even smaller. She had freckles all over her chest and face, and beautiful red hair. I could feel myself getting harder the longer I looked at her “pink” I said. She turns to my sister, shoving her tight ass in my face, taking each of my families orders all while glancing at me on occasion. “How was your day?” My dad asked “great! I had a lot of fun!” I replied, reminiscing about my day. We went around the table, conversations and laughing as of a normal family, but we were far from normal. “Here’s your steak” the waitress said handing us our plates. I noticed another server who seemed to be a bit older, around my parents age, handing them their food. Before I could thank her, she crawled under the table forcefully putting my dick in her mouth, sucking and slurping. I could feel myself tightening up, I’d never felt this good before, it was like a goddess. I came… HARD, my abs flexing as she continued to suck, not stopping as I blew load after load. The same thing happening with my dad across the table, except he was eating his food as if nothing was happening. It seemed as if this was normal to him, my mom watching in ecstasy, waiting for her turn, either to suck his dick too, or get her fill from the waitress too. The waitress sucking my dick stopped, “are you satisfied for the moment sir?” She asked, “y-yes” I replied still feeling shocks through my whole body. She stood up, her pussy dropping down her leg as she walked over to my sister and kneeled down under the table. Pulling my sisters legs apart, pulling her labia apart and giving her clit a slight lick, as my sister let out a whimper, that quickly turned into a moan as she grabbed the table cloth, her chest getting redder and redder as she let out moan after moan “you’ve had fun today” the waitress said as she took a quick breath, “I’m on vacation after all right?” My sister replied with a moan. My mother across the table had a similar reaction to my dad, as she took a bite of her food, her chest bright red as well. My sister lets out an even deeper moan as she pulsates and her head tilts back. “Satisfied?” The waitress asks her “for now” she replies looking at me and my manhood. “Now that’s full service” my dad replied smiling, “you said it” my sister replied. “I wonder what’s for dessert” I asked, don’t worry, “we have dessert back at the room” my mom said with a wink.

Brother(18years old) Sister(18 years old) This is an 18+resort, there is no insinuation of minors in this story.

(Everyone in this story is over the age of 18) Nudist family vacation (MMFF+) (part 3)

I opened the can of soda setting it down on the counter, my sister walking over to me. “Why is your dick wet?” She asked, I look down. “Oh, I stopped at a water fountain and it sprayed” I blurted, she squints her eyes looking at me with suspicion.“okay!” She perks up grabbing the bottle of rum and pouring two more shots, “here you are” she says handing me my glass “3,2,1” I say slamming the shot down, then quickly grabbing the soda and taking a gulp. “You’re spilling it everywhere!” My sister yells yanking the soda out of my hands. She sets the soda down and licks the runaway drops of soda running down my chest. I freeze, letting out a slight moan as licks all the way up from my stomach stopping just under my chest. “Are you ready for the beach?” She asks, standing up as if nothing happened, “y-yes” I stutter, “let’s go”.

I open the door to our room holding it for her to exit first, closing it behind me I glance back down towards the room with the open door. There are 4 people(2 men, 2 women) entering the room. I continue down the hall with my sister slightly ahead of me, her small ass slightly bouncing, showing off a glimpse of her pussy with each step forward. We reach the elevator, my body starts to tingle slightly as the alcohol takes effect. My face feels a slight heat on it as the elevator opens and the cool A/C washes over my body. I can feel my balls slightly shrivel up and I shiver slightly, goosebumps rushing up and down my body. “Excited for the beach?” I ask my sister, her cheeks Rosie and her nipples erect pointing outward. “Oh, yeah, I can’t wait” she replied. The elevator door opened to the lobby and the group that was there when we had first arrived was still there, seemingly bigger, but not by much. My sister and I walked through the lobby to the back where the hotel exited out to the beach.

I pressed open the glass doors that swung outwards towards a cabana that led to the beach ahead. Walking through the cabana there was a crowd surrounding the bar. We couldn’t quite make out what was behind the group of people, I started to walk away when “holy shit” my sister exclaimed walking closer into the crowd. I followed not too far behind and looked to see what the crowd was for, there was a loud moaning sound looking closer there was a woman, she had short brown curly hair that settled just below her face, her skin was a pale brown color, her breasts were huge, with areola covering a good portion of her boobs. She sat on top a vibrating saddle moaning in front of an audience. Some of the men were stroking themselves, along with some of the women who were just as turned on by the experience. I watched her ride the vibrator for what felt like an eternity, my cock throbbing as I watched. Suddenly there was a tap on my shoulder “I’m finished” I turn around and it’s my sister, “what do you mean you’re finished?” I asked, “you know what I mean” she said walking faster towards the beach. I followed closely behind her, my dick still fully hard flailing as I walked.

Reaching closer to the beach I looked around taking in every exposed person around. “Let’s go grab a towel” I said “yeah, let’s go over and grab one” my sister replied, walking over to the line in front of the towel stand. “Here, you wait here, and I’ll be right back” she said walking away, “wait where are you going?” I asked, but to no reply. “Hi” a short chubby woman approached me, she looked to be my age. “Hi, how are you?” I asked “good, good, is this your first time at a nude resort?” She asked, “yeah I don’t really know how it works, it’s pretty weird” I said, “it’s not that weird, I think it’s really freeing, she said” I glanced at her body as she said that. She had brown hair in a loose bun with stray hairs dangling down. She had a chubbier build, she was very short and had breasts that hung down slightly due to her heavier build. Her nipples were a medium shade of tan, and she had a clean shaven vagina. “What do you mean?” I asked, “follow me” she said grabbing my hand. “Where are we going?” I asked, “right here” she sat down on a group of four towels she had put to give herself a larger area space. “Lay down right there” she said, gesturing to right next to her. “Okay” I said laying down, she swung her leg over my body, sitting right on top of me, pressing my hard dick down in between the lips of her vagina. She looked at me in the eyes as she slid back and forth, becoming more lubricated with each repetition. “Hey guess what?” She says in between repetition, “what?” I ask. She slips my dick inside her pussy in one fluid motion, I let out a sigh of ecstasy as she starts to ride my dick. A group starts to form around us, other men stroking their dicks, watching us, some women too. “Come here” she says while bouncing up and down, her breasts moving in an almost circular motion as she moves. One of the men masterbating approaches, she grabs his dick and starts to suck, motioning for more to come and join. She starts riding me more aggressively, whilst 5 other men surround her from all sides taking turns in her mouth one, sometimes two at a time while she jerks the two on her right and left. “I’m gonna cum” I blurt out, grabbing her ass to pull out. She pins my arms down and rides me, slamming her ass down on my balls over and over again. My shaft tightening as I reach closer and closer to orgasm, my eyes roll back into my head as I convulse, shooting load after load while she pushes my dick deeper into her, not stopping for a second. “That was great… now let’s do it again” she says as she keeps riding. “Again?” I say, “yes again, i can’t leave these guys high and dry” she motions to the line of guys surrounding us. I grab her thigh and start to pump faster and faster, she moans with each slap against her thick thighs, covering with both of our juices leaking from her womb. We fuck for what seems like hours, guys cumming on her face over and over again. “What’s going on over here?” A shadow says looming over her and I. The shadow moves closer in to view “I’m glad you’re having fun sweetie” my mom says as she moves towards us. “Do you mind?” My mother motions to my face, “I don’t mind” the woman says as another load is busted on her face. She sits on my face her bush pressing against my chin. I suck on her vulva, making my way towards her clit with my tongue, as I lick her clit I give it a suck, I feel her twitch, I continue to lick, sucking every now and again. My mom licks the cum off of the woman’s face. My mother’s legs start to tighten around my head, she rides my face, grabbing my hair and moving back and forth until she begins to shudder while she cums. “You’re all dirty” she says gesturing to my soaked midsection and now my face, “you might want to clean up” she jokes, walking away into the crowd. “Oh my god” the woman moans, leaning towards me and resting her hands on my chest. Her vagina tightens, as she rides me faster and faster, I can feel another orgasm forming, she shakes and sits up riding me as she convulses. I get closer and closer, up until I bust another load deep inside her. She gets off, laying parallel next to me, panting. A few more men cum on her breasts as she lays next to me. “That’s what I mean by freeing” she says.