Lets start this like the old penthouse forum stories... I would never have believed it until it happened to me... ha ha ha (names changed for anonymity) But it did happen... and I was like WTF. Quite a few years ago I was living in country Victoria with my partner, Tammy. Tammy was as straight as an arrow. Her best friend Stacey came up for a long weekend visit. It was around October/November. On the Saturday morning they decided they want to go tour some wineries... guess who was the designated driver. We spent the day driving around wineries sipping wine Tammy and Stacey getting slightly more tipsy as the day progressed. Cut to that night at home. I was able to finally indulge in some good red wine myself. It was decided pizza was on the menu that night. Tammy and Stacey were both already very giggly and well on there way to being drunk. Sitting on the lounge room floor around the coffee table eating pizza chatting away slowly getting through a few bottles of wine. I made some cheeky comments about my plan to get them both drunk. Surprisingly Tammy said something like "And what are you gonna do with us?" I giggled not knowing how to respond. I opened another bottle of red but in the process, I accidentally knocked over an empty wine bottle... as a little joke I spun the bottle. It pointed toward Stacey she looked at me then looked at my partner Tammy with a naughty little grin and biting her bottom lip, she moved in and planted a big kiss right on my lips... I was like WTF thinking Tammy would lose the plot I looked at Tammy, she was smiling. Stacey then spun the bottle and it pointed toward Tammy. I remember thinking how's this gonna play out... Stacey leaned in and kissed Tammy it was an awkward prolonged peck of sorts. Tammy was smiling after that kiss... There was a moment of silence and us all staring at each other i said your turn to spin Tammy. She spun the bottle and it pointed at Stacey. I said well you guys know what you need to do. Tammy was reluctant so Stacey said if you dont do it you have to remove an item of clothing... I'm thinking what is going on here this is escalating... Tammy removed her socks... we all laughed. It was my turn to spin the bottle and it was then my turn to kiss Tammy... or remove an item of clothing... I gave Tammy a big long kiss. Stacey's turn again. She decided to remove an item of clothing... she was sitting there in a bra and jeans. After more spinning of the bottle us kissing each other and more clothing being removed we were all eventually sitting there in just knickers and jocks. I looked at Tammy and noticed a slight damp spot on her grey panties.. I commented saying I can see a wet spot... he he he Stacey then moved into a position saying can you see one here? And she started touching herself through her black panties... said no your wearing black panties... she moved her fingers up showing there was wetness on her fingers she moved them to Tammies lips to my amazement Tammy licked and sucked on Stacey's fingers... Stacey said i can see a bulge in your undies... I thought oh fuck it... so i whipped my undies off revealing my rock hard cock. I was completely naked. Tammy and Stacey both looked at each other and moved toward me and started caressing and stroking me. Stacey looked at Tammy simply saying "can I" Tammy simply smiled. Next thing my cock was in Stacey's mouth Tammy was sitting to the side touching herself through her panties. I started helping Tammy by moving her panties to the side and started fingering her... she was saturated. Stacey stopped what she was doing and moved over to Tammy and started kissing her with big Deep kisses she slowly made her way down to Tammy's nipples. I was sitting to the side just watching thinking OMG. She made her way down on Tammy and removed her panties and started licking and sucking on Tammy's drippings wet pussy. I moved behind Stacey slip her panties off and lay on my back between Stacey's legs and started licking her pussy it was so sweet and wet. Tammy let out some big moans as she came in Stacey's tongue. Stacey moved away looking at Tammy and said your turn Tammy. Tammy had never even done anything like this in the past but immediately started devouring Stacey's pussy I moved behind Tammy and started fucking her doggy style Stacey came hard... hearing both of them moaning and Cumming I came so hard inside Tammy. There rest of the night continued like this in between me recovering... 😊 the next day, Sunday, was pretty much the same no clothes and anyone... When Stacey left to go home at the end of the weekend I asked Tammy If she was ok. She said absolutely I am. We talked about the weekend quite openly she said she loved tasting Stacey on my cock and loved going down on Stacey but she said she still preferred me over pussy. It was the start of many more adventures...

6 July 2026

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Some years ago a young woman named Toni joined the company that I worked for. She was in her early 30’s and I in my early 40’s, and while we didn’t work at the same location, I often had cause to visit her workplace for various reasons. So we got to know each other quite well and even worked on a few projects together. Toni was a slim and vivacious blonde with shoulder length hair and a lovely smile that never seemed to leave her pretty face. She had a slightly tom-boyish nature, was eager to learn and always ready to help anyone. Everyone loved Toni. We seemed to hit it off and she would often come to me for advice on her ideas and assist in her problems. I became somewhat of an unofficial mentor to her. Over time Toni got married and had a child before resuming her career. Then one day she came to work for me, joining a small team of about 12 that I managed. Her skill set was an excellent fit within the group, and her nature (and good looks) made coming to work a pleasure for all of us. The company we worked for had an annual two-day planning seminar and she and a few members of my team joined me for it. It was held about 100km from our regular workplace at a conference centre where we were to stay overnight. At the end of the first day was the customary dinner and my team was spread around among various other tables. After eating and a few glasses of wine when the room started to empty, she came to the table I was at and joined in on the conversations. Around 9pm I said my goodnights and went to my room to do a bit of work before bed. The job never ends just because you are on a conference. I opened my laptop and started to work my way through the emails that had built up during the day. Fifteen minutes or so into the task my phone beeped with an incoming message. It was from Toni. She said she had a bottle of Cointreau and asked if I wanted to join her in her room for a nightcap. To say I was surprised was an understatement, but even so I just assumed she wanted to talk about some work thing or another. I thought, why not and replied, “Sure”. Her room was just a few doors down from mine and I quietly walked down the corridor to find her slightly ajar door. I surreptitiously entered and shut the door behind me. Toni was already half lying/sitting up on the bed in the same outfit she had on before but without shoes, with a drink in her hand. “Welcome”, she said and motioned to another glass on the desk in the room. I sat down on the only other chair in the room and we began chatting. As always, she was easy to talk to. The topics fluctuated between work, people we knew, life experiences and gradually became more personal and even mildly flirtatious. Then out of the blue she asked, “What are your fantasies in bed?” I stammered something about the “typical male fantasy of two women”. She half laughed saying something like “men are all so predictable”. So I asked her directly, “What is your fantasy?” “Seducing my boss”, she replied, looking me straight in the eye. “Why don’t you join me on the bed”, she said. I didn’t need another invitation so lay down beside her when she turned to face me and said, “If you were to kiss me, I wouldn’t stop you”. Laying down side by side, I let my hand lightly caress her face before moving it down the length of her body, lingering over her waist, hips and thighs. I pulled her closer and we embraced. My hands ran over her back and down to her arse for a delicious squeeze. Locked in this embrace I kissed her full on the mouth. Her lips parted allowing my tongue to play in her mouth. The effects of the kiss were like throwing a switch. In an instant our gentle touches became wanton desire – there was no way to stop. We kept kissing but now our hands were searching deeper. I moved my hand down and pushed it up under her skirt and inside her panties so that I could squeeze her arse more. Toni kept one hand around my neck and put the other down my pants. Her hand went inside my underpants and she found my penis easily. It was already hard as she let her fingers trail over it and my balls. “I want that in me so bad”, she murmured. “Don’t worry”, I replied, “You will get it”. We pulled apart for a brief moment and frantically removed each other’s clothes. Sitting up she unbuttoned my shirt and I lifted her top over her head. She removed her bra revealing her breasts and nipples. They were already hard. We removed our other garments until we were sitting in bed together totally naked. Toni’s body turned me on so much. Her young, slim girly figure was more curvaceous and womanly now but somehow made her even more desirable. I wanted her. I pushed her down onto the bed and again we embraced. Only this time we were naked. There was nothing between us – it was skin on skin and pure bliss. I pulled her even closer if that was possible and slid my upper leg in between hers until it pressed against her pussy. My cock was pressing against her tummy, and one hand squeezed her breast as we kissed again. Toni pushed me back and ran her hand down my chest, over my belly until it found my hard cock and balls. She caressed them for a while until she grasped my cock in her hand and started stroking its full length. I took my hand from her breast and moved it down to her pussy cupping her smooth mound in my hand. I left it there for a moment as she stroked my cock, then moved my hand up and down until the middle finger was resting along her slit. Pushing down with my finger as my hand moved up and down, I gradually opened Toni’s pussy lips. She let her legs fall apart giving me full access to her pussy. She was already wet inside and I let my finger run down over her clit before sliding it into her vagina. She moaned and squirmed as I felt inside her, all the while stroking my now throbbing cock. “Fuck me please, Greg”, Toni almost pleaded, “I need your cock in me”. I slid my body over hers and my hard cock rubbed on her thighs as I moved over and her breasts rubbed against my chest. She opened her legs wider and I moved on top of her until I was between them. I lay on top of her, my body pressing on hers, my cock nestled along the length of her wet slit. I kissed her again and while my tongue explored her mouth, I let my cock slide up and down her slit. It must have been rubbing on her clit because she moaned and tried to push her hips up, willing me to enter her. I wanted her badly too, but knew it would be over too soon if I entered her then. I needed to explore her body some more. I started to move down her body, sliding along her. I stopped briefly at her neck, kissing and nuzzling into her. I moved down to her breasts and covered them with gentle kisses, before taking a nipple into my mouth. I sucked gently at first, feeling its hardness between my lips and over my tongue, and as she moaned louder and louder, I sucked harder and harder, nibbling on her sweet nipples, taking turns with each of them. I moved my face down over her tummy, placing a gently kiss every now and then until I was at her mound. I nuzzled in and smelt her musky scent and moved down lower. Her legs were apart and I had a wonderful view of her gorgeous pussy, opened like a flower waiting to be plucked. Moving my face to her pussy, I gave it one long lick along the entire length of her slit, before plunging my tongue as deep as I could into her vagina. Her juices were a tasty treat and my nose pressed against her clit and Toni moaned in pleasure and delight. Then I started licking her out. My tongue homed in on her erect clit and I started circling it. Slowly at first, then faster, until my tongue was rubbing up and down her clit. Toni was moaning loudly by now and her hips were writhing underneath my face. I held her hips firmly to the bed so I could work on her pussy some more. I placed my lips around her clit and kissed it. Taking it into my mouth as I much as I could, I sucked her clit while my tongue rubbed over its sensitive tip. Before long Toni started to tense up as the pressure built up inside her. Just as she was about to cum on my face, I slid two fingers inside her and her building orgasm erupted throughout her entire body. I looked up at her heavenly face and held on for the ride as she moaned again and again until she was spent. I lay with my face between her legs for a moment while she recovered and then moved up till we were face to face again. “That was wonderful Greg”, she said, “but now you had better fuck me properly. I really do need your cock now”. Hearing her speak like that as opposed to mundane work talk was such a turn on. I knelt up between her legs. My cock was rock hard and nudging against her open pussy. “Are you ready babe?” I asked. “Oh yes”, she replied, “Fuck me hard now”. I drew back until the head of my cock was right at the opening of her vagina. Then with one movement, thrust my hips forward. My cock slid all the way in, filling her pussy. Then I started to fuck her. I pounded my cock in and out of Toni’s wet pussy non-stop. I just kept fucking her and fucking her. Good hard thrusting. Her legs were straight out, then over my shoulders; I even fucked her with her ankles in my hands and her legs spread high and wide. With every hard thrust of my cock into her pussy, her tits bounced wildly. I held both of them in my hands pinching the nipples gently while I continued to ram into her. I lost count of how many times she came, her body arching with each tumultuous orgasm, yelling out my name, “Oh Greg, oh Greg, oh Greg”. Before long I could feel the pressure building deep in the base of my balls and Toni could sense it too. “Cum with me Greg, I want you to feel you cum inside me”, she said. I lay down on top of her and kept thrusting inside her. She moved her hips up to meet my every thrust so that she could feel every inch of my cock in her. “Oh my God Toni, I’m ready”, I replied. Toni lifted her legs up and wrapped them around my hips locking her ankles around my back. Wrapped up that way it felt more than just my cock in her pussy. We were totally joined, our bodies moving as one. I grabbed her face in my hands and kissed her deeply as I continued to fuck her. My cock was throbbing, ready to explode and I felt her tense up about to come too. In one earth shattering moment we came together. I shot my hot load of cum deep into her pussy, spurt after spurt and Toni’s orgasmic pulsations around my cock squeezed out every last drop. We rested for a while, me still laying on top with my cock still inside, slowly softening. Then we lay side by side, me spooning Toni’s body from behind, my cock nuzzled against her cute bum and my hands cupping her breasts. I must have dozed off for a little while as the next thing I remember was opening my eyes to see Toni looking at me. She was gently fondling my cock with one hand and it was starting to respond to her touch. “Why don’t you fuck me doggy style this time”, she said. I needed no further prompting and got up and stood behind her as she knelt on the bed. “Come round here first”, she demanded, “I want to make sure you are really hard before you do me”. I walked around to the other side of the bed and stood in front of her, my cock at her face. She gave the head of it a gentle kiss before taking it into her mouth. Her warm lips embraced the shaft of my hardening penis and I could feel her tongue working over the head. I was getting harder and harder by the second and she started to move her mouth up and down my cock. I grabbed her face in my hands and rocked my hips back and forward in time with her movements. She looked up at me as she sucked my cock so well and I was instantly rock hard. My cock looked amazing as it moved in and out of her mouth and Toni maintained eye contact as her moist lips rubbed along the length of my hard shaft. Before long I felt my balls tighten as an orgasm became imminent. I pulled away just before I came. She almost looked disappointed but cheekily said, “I love your cock. Now use it on me”. I walked back around to the other side of the bed and stood behind Toni’s gorgeous arse. My cock was pointing at her pussy lips and I wanted her so badly. I grabbed her arse and nudged my cock against her pussy. It was still wet with a mixture of her pussy juices and my cum and with one gentle push it slid deep into her. She moaned softly as my cock filled her. I could feel her warm vagina wrapped around the length of my cock as it throbbed inside her. I slid in and out of her slowly. My cock was glistening with her pussy juices and the sight of it disappearing in and out of her pussy was a real turn on. Pleasure was building deep in my balls but I didn’t want to cum yet. I wanted this to last. I pushed my cock as far as I could into Toni’s wet pussy and just held it there for a while. “Don’t stop Greg, I want to be fucked”, she said. “Be patient baby”, I replied, “You will get it”. I bent forward and put both arms around her. I took both her tits in my hands and squeezed them firmly, feeling her nipples. They were hard in my fingers and I pinched them gently making her moan even more. I let one hand slide down over her tummy and down to her mound, then further down to her slit. I ran my fingers along the length of her pussy and could feel my hard cock still buried deep inside her. Then I zeroed in on her clit and started to rub it with one finger. Toni tried to slide her hips back and forward to fuck my cock but I held her tight so she couldn’t move. Faster and faster I worked my finger on her clit, not intending to stop. It was hard and wet with her juice as I rubbed around and around and over the tip of it. With all that stimulation on her clit, it wasn’t long before I felt her body tense up. Her vagina suddenly went tight and gripped my cock still deep in her. Then with a guttural groan she started bucking wildly as that orgasm swept thru her body. I left my finger still pressing on her hard throbbing clit as she came, heightening her pleasure. I let her rest for a moment before taking my arms from around her and putting them gently on her cute bum. Slowly and gently I slid my cock in and out, just loving the feeling of her vagina and the sight of it going in and out. Gradually I built up momentum, fucking her harder and harder. My cock pounded in and out of her wet pussy and my balls slapped against her clit as I rammed my hips against her arse. My hands grabbed her arse and spread it wide open so I could watch my cock sliding in and out of her. Her tight little arsehole puckered with each thrust. Toni was moaning all the time and it wasn’t long before she let out a load groan. Her pussy started to pulsate on my cock as another orgasm spread through her body. It took all of my self-control to not cum in her there and then. I continued to fuck her and let one hand go down to her slit, getting my fingers all wet with her pussy juices. I moved my hand back up and began lightly tickling and lubricating her arsehole. “You can put your finger in”, she said softly. I pressed my finger against her arsehole and gently worked it in as I continued to fuck her slowly. She was moaning softly obviously enjoying the sensations. I removed my finger and replaced it with my thumb on her arsehole so that I could thrust deeper in her with my cock. I pushed my thumb gently on her anus and it slid right in, filling both her holes now. “Oh Greg”, Toni gasped, “Fuck that feels nice”. I was pounding her pussy with my hard cock and fingering her anus with my thumb at the same time and she was loving it. So was I and I could feel my cock rubbing on my thumb through her vaginal walls. Not wanting to cum too soon I pulled my cock from her pussy and it came out with a delicious slurp, it’s shaft still glistening covered in her vaginal juices. I removed my thumb from her arse and admired her tight puckered arsehole. I bent forward and gave it a good licking. Toni let out a moan as my tongue licked and probed her arsehole, getting it nice and wet. It looked so inviting. Why not, I thought and moved so that the head of my rigid cock rested against her arsehole. “Oh”, she gasped, “Yes please. Fuck my arse”. I pressed the head of my well lubricated cock firmly against her arsehole and gently eased it in. I felt the ring of her anus grip the shaft of my hard cock and I began to fuck her arse. Slowly at first and then faster and faster until once again I felt the orgasm brewing in my balls. I needed to cum pretty soon so I slid my cock from her arse and forced it back deep into her now dripping cunt. I returned my thumb back inside her tight arsehole and began to fuck her pussy again. Faster and faster and this time and I wasn’t going to stop. My hips rammed into her gorgeous bum as I pounded into her pussy, making her arse cheeks ripple and sending shock waves right through her body. Toni reached down with one hand between her legs and began to rub my balls as I continued to fuck her. “You better be ready to cum soon Greg because I am”, Toni demanded. “I am ready baby”, I replied, “Get ready for my cum”. I fucked her even harder, ramming deep into her willing pussy violently. I had one hand holding her hips and my thumb deep in her arse as I continued to pound her mercilessly. “Oh God yes now please”, Toni begged and started bucking up and down on my cock. With one big thrust I exploded instantly shooting gushes of warm sperm from my balls deep into her pussy as we came together in a wonderful joint orgasm. By now we were both exhausted from our physical exertions and I collapsed on my side onto the bed pulling her down with me. My cock stayed in her pussy and I spooned up behind her and held her tight. I wrapped my arms around her sexy body and cupped her breasts, one in each hand. I nuzzled into her neck and kissed her there while we were still joined. “Mmmmmm that was lovely”, Toni said. “Yes it was baby”, I replied, “you are a wonderful lover. We should have done this years ago”. And all snuggled tightly together we drifted off to blissful sleep, my cock slowly softening inside her. This time we slept soundly until the early morning. We had another quick round together, and this time she rode me to orgasm before a languorous shower together to get ready for the second day’s events. We soaped and washed each other before drying off and getting dressed. I snuck back to my room to change shirts and pack ready to leave that afternoon, wondering what the cleaning staff would make of my unslept bed.. We didn’t get to catch up much that day apart from during one of the breaks where I am sure we both had an evil look in our eyes. Toni said to me quietly on the side, “Well now I’ve achieved my fantasy, we might have to work on yours sometime”. But that was never to eventuate. From that day on, although we never got to repeat the experience, there was always a special bond between us. Although our careers moved us apart and in different directions, we still remain firm friends and in regular contact. And whenever we catch up in person our hugs and kisses are just that bit closer and her effervescent smile says more than people know.

4 July 2026

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Debauchery were having a Friday night orgy. It was an occasional event and was more of an experienced players party than the regular Saturday nights. There were about 30 people in the play area when Greg asked Vicki if he could fuck her. He was a tall guy with a long, thick cock that widened Vicki's eyes when he introduced it into her wet cunt from behind. Initially, Vicki had her hand on my cock and was sucking it but soon gave that up so that she could concentrate on Greg's cock sliding in and out of her. After he had finished, we talked for a while and he asked for Vicki's phone number, saying that he organises the occasional private party that may interest us. We saw him every now and then at Debauchery, and each time Vicki made sure to fuck him. One day he rang her and said he had a couple coming to Melbourne and he was organising a party for them. Vicki said we will be there (see earlier story Sydney Tourists). Later that year another call, with two couples coming from Perth for the AFL Grand Final (see earlier story Grand Final Warm Up Match). One night at Debauchery, after fucking, Vicki and Greg were talking and Greg suggested that she should try a gangbang. They talked about it and Vicki said she would be uncomfortable in a room with a group of strangers. Greg said he knew a guy, Alan, that organised regular gangbangs and also customised gangbangs. Greg said Alan was very organised and all the guys he used were extremely polite and very considerate of the women and each other. They all knew that any misbehaviour would be the end of invitations to future gangbangs. After that conversation, Vicki and I talked about it. I was encouraging but she was unsure. I left the conversation there, not wanting to push her into something she wasn't comfortable with. In the meantime, we went to Thailand and stayed in a bamboo and grass hut on Phi Phi Island. Once we had time on our hands, I brought up the gangbang question once more. I made sure that these conversations only happened in bed when she was sliding up and down on my cock. We talked about numbers and her fantasies. She told me she was worried that I would think she was a slut if she had a gangbang. I told her I had seen her at work and was very happy knowing she was a slut, just as I was. The more we talked about it while fucking, the more comfortable she became with the idea and then she asked me how many cocks should she order. I asked her how many she had in mind and she said four. I pointed out to her that she had fucked more guys than that in a regular Debauchery night. She agreed and then suggested six or eight. I said she should make it a significant number and do ten. She was still sliding her wet cunt up and down my cock when she said: “Ok, ten”. With that I started driving my cock into her as she bounced up and down on our way to orgasms. (See earlier story Her First Gangbang).

3 July 2026

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This happened many years ago now. But B thought this story would be a good follow to our last story we shared. At the time she was sharing with a friend. So her house had her friend Jolene and her kids who were about 20 and 5 and B and her 5yr old. I would often go over and stay especially when the kids had gone to their dads. Jolene had no partner and often made it clear that if B was willing to share me she’d like that. She would often in the morning just walk into the bedroom often catching as fucking and would still stop and chat. It was damn annoying. But we made it clear she wasn’t invited to join us. It got to the point where she’d come in and we’d just keep going and ignore her or stop and after she chatted to long we’d start again hoping she’d go away. She always did but only after watching for awhile. On this particular occasion I was going over for dinner and then to stay as the kids were away for the weekend. It was a warm evening so we were dressed in summer clothing. I would always go over commando so B had easy access and she would often have no knickers on. We had a plan to fuck out in the backyard at sunset. Mainly because the guy next door lived alone and he’d often flirt with B and Jolene. So we thought we’d give him a bit of a show. When I arrived though unfortunately Jolene’s daughter was still there. Apparently she’d had a fight with her dad and had come home. Oh well we’d still fuck when we went to bed and in the morning. So we got organised to have a bbq for dinner. I was cooking out at the bbq and the girls were inside doing everything else. The drinks were flowing as usual. B came out a few times to bring me stuff and to have a few sneaky rubs of me and some passionate kisses. After a bit the women had finished in the kitchen so they came out and sat watching me cook. As we chatted B several times opened her legs so I could see up her dress to see she was knickerless. This was so hot as the others couldn’t see and had no idea what she was doing. Then we heard from over the fence the neighbour. The ladies said hi and invited him over to have a drink. He came over and Jolene introduced me to Rod, the neighbour, as “This is B’s fuck!” Tact was not her strong suit! But this time you could see her daughter was embarrassed by it, and B and I winced as although it was right it was wrong her saying that in front of her daughter. But it didn’t stop there with her declaring, “I don’t have a fuck and B won’t share him with me.” That did it her daughter cracked it as her mum was an embarrassment! So she left to go to a friends. It was all quite awkward for a bit. Rod did the bloke thing and came and stood with me at the BBQ as we all chatted. B kept flashing me her pussy when no one else could see. I went over to her and kissed her as I did I slide my hand under her dress to rub her pussy. I whispered in her ear to flash Rod when she got a chance and also it was too hot for her bra and she should go take it off. I went back to the BBQ and stood with Rod chatting. He was leaning against the wall so as to look at me when chatting but also so he can be looking at the girls while chatting. He had a big smile on his face and I turned around to see B was giving him a very good look at her pussy. She also had a hand down teasing herself a little. I pretended not to see and turned back to the bbq. I could see Rod was smiling. Then B got up and went inside. When she came back she had taken her bra off. We finished the cooking and went to sit to eat. I suggested to Rod that he could sit next to B as I needed to keep cooking some stuff on the bbq as we ate. We all sat and ate and drank. Jolene was getting more and more drunk. Trying to flirt with Rod but he wasn’t biting at all. As she realised she had no chance she was getting more obnoxious. During all of this I hadn’t realised that Rod was only eating with his fork and his other hand was under the table. When I realised I looked at B to see a look on her face that let me know that he was playing with her pussy. I dropped my napkin on the ground and bent to pick it up looking under the table to see if I was right. Sure enough he was fingering her pussy and she had her hand inside his shorts. I sat back up and smiled at her. But the joy was broken by Jolene saying something stupid and was clearly now very drunk. We all wished she’d either shut up or go away. But she didn’t she got louder and louder and more annoying until she started crying because no one would fuck her. We finished eating and B apologised to Rod and said we needed to end the night there to ‘help sort out Jolene’. We got up and as B said goodbye to Rod I started to escort Jolene to her bed. B came to help me and after a while we finally got her settled in bed. It really did kill the mood. We went back out side to have a drink and tidy up. While we did we chatted about what B and Rod had been doing. She told me that he had made her cum once and she hid it by putting food in her mouth the hide the sounds. That was sexy and was getting us back in the mood. Then she told me how when she said goodbye to him she did tell him of our plan to fuck out the back and how she wanted him to watch. Ok we were back on! I went inside and got the blanket and came out and laid it out. We could see in the shadows that Rod was in the room that overlooked the garden. I laid B back and pushed her dress up and went straight down to licking her pussy. She was already very ready for me. She told me he had turned the light off. So I was hoping it was so he could see us better. I spent quiet awhile down there licking her to a few orgasms. After that I sat her up and took her dress off. She moved onto her knees and pulled my shorts down and started to suck my cock. I moved her slightly so that we had the best angle for Rod if he was watching. While she was doing it I removed my shirt so we were both naked. We were throughly enjoying the idea of being watched and moved so B was on her hands and knees and I got behind her and started to fuck her. While we did we both kept looking towards Rods house trying to see if he was watching. We changed positions again with me laying down and B riding me. Again both of us looking over at Rods place hoping he was watching. Soon B was ready to have one last big orgasm and I was ready to blow. She put her hands on my chest and started to fuck me faster and grind right down on to me. Soon we both orgasmed together before she collapsed down on me and we embraced and kissed and laid to recover. After recovering B put her dress back on and I put my shorts back on and went back to bbq area for a recovery drink. We turned the corner to see Bec sitting at the table having a drink. Fuck did she catch us? Did she see or hear? We played it cool and got drinks. She said she’d got bored at her friends and come home and asked where her mum was. We told her all about what happened. And that her mum was hopefully sleeping it off. We sat and chatted and drank. During our chat B had started to rub my cock again under the table. She didn’t seem to care if Bec realised so neither did I. Then she slid my short leg up and took my cock out and was wanking me. She kept going and I was sure Bec realised what she was doing. Bec offered to go inside and get more drinks for us. As soon as she was gone B got me to slide my chair back and lent over and started to suck my cock. I was enjoying it but also worried about Bec coming back. When I heard her coming back I tried to stop B but she wouldn’t. So Bec came out the back door to be greeted by the sight of B sucking my cock. ‘Don’t worry about me, keep going!’ She said as she sat back down and put our drinks infront of us. She sat drinking and watching. Then she went down under the table and suddenly I could feel her tongue on my balls as B kept sucking. I couldn’t believe she was under the table licking my balls. Then we heard a noise. Fuck Jolene was coming out. B quickly stopped and I move my chair back under the table. Just as she staggered out. Bec though had stayed under the table. Jolene stated blabbering some crap. Bec had her hand around my cock and was wanking me. Jolene asked where Bec was as she thought she heard her come home. Then she asked where Rod was. She just kept asking questions but not giving us a chance to answer. In the meantime Bec had moved her mouth and had started to suck my cock. The whole time I’m trying to hide how it feels. Jolene asked again if she could join B and I for a fuck as she wanted cock. B got up and said she needed to go back to bed. Jolene again started ranting and B escorted Jolene back inside. As soon as they were inside. I moved my chair back so I could see Bec sucking my cock. She moved with me and just kept going. She was really good at it and I sat back and enjoyed for awhile. I was getting close to cumming so I stopped her and pulled her up. We stood up and kissed and I guided her back towards the table. I put my hands on her waist and lifted her onto the table and told her to lay back. Her skirt was so short I could see her knickers. I pulled them to one side and went down and started to lick her pussy. It was freshly shaved and was so smooth under my tongue. She was a quiet moaner but was enjoying my work and it didn’t take long for her to cum. We kept going until B came back. She saw what was happening and suggested we take Bec to her room. So after Bec’s next orgasm I stopped. We went inside and the three of us fucked for the rest of the night.

3 July 2026

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My perfect night with a woman is simple, we discreetly meet up with the intensity only found between two who've never met before but know exactly what each other wants. After a couple of drinks we're back at mine, and it doesn't take long to start having some real fun together. A woman who's commanding but eager, goes on top but doesn't mind losing control, a woman who knows what to whisper in my ear just before I finish. After, spending a few minutes to gather our breath is relaxing and gives time to reflect. A kiss with strong eye contact says we both enjoyed ourselves. After a few minutes talking about the best parts, we head out, grab some air, maybe another round, and head back to mine to do it all again and again until we're both completely drained, completely relaxed and at ease. We've left nothing on the table, and it shows, and there's no strings, no awkward goodbyes. Just the knowledge that we're both satisfied and renewed. The only thing left is to talk about our next meeting, when we can come together again, refreshed, ready for another night of pleasure, except this time, we're both completely ready for each other.

2 July 2026

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I slowly opened my eye to survey the new people that had arrived into the bathhouse. Two guys, slowly wandered in deciding where to start their bathing time at the bathhouse. From my corner in the large bath I watched them quietly look around the space. The one with the black hair and some grey flecked through, spied me watching them. He’s mouth twitched into a sly smile that touched his dark eyes. He tapped his friend to indicate they should start in the warm bath. They both walked to the bath and entered, he sat opposite me and leaned back and closed his eyes. No words were spoken as this was the quiet time and speaking wasn’t allowed. I felt a bit nervous with his close proximity, I could feel the sexual energy beginning to build. I slowly and quietly slide away and made my escape out of the bath. But this move didn’t go unnoticed by him. He watched curiously as I exited the bath, the game had begun. He smiled to himself this was going to be fun. His friend indicated he was going to another part of the bath house. Together they moved out of the bath. He scanned around room, but couldn’t see his prey. Never mind he’ll find her. As he entered the sauna. Leaning my back against the warm wall of the hammam I breathed out a sigh of relief. There were a few people in the steam room. And I had positioned myself between people just incase he followed. I allowed the steam to heat my skin so I was soon soaking in a combination of sweat and condensation. As my mind whirled with many different fantasy scenarios regarding the man with the dark eyes. Eventually I needed to move out of the steam room. I made my way to chill out part of the bathing space. I climbed up to the top part where I could partially see out the window. And I closed my eyes allowing my mind to relax. He left the sauna feeling fully saunaed, he made his way to the cold plunge and as he was walking there, he spied his little kitten perched up on the highest part of the relaxation area. He smiled to himself, as he dipped into the cold plunge. Once he had fully dipped he got out and slowly walked in to the relaxation area and saw she was still there eyes closed resting. He climbed up and sat at her feet and leaned back against the window. And watched her. I felt his presence before I opened my eyes, I could feel the sexual energy again. It was like the air was changed with it. I opened my eyes to see him casually leaning back and watching me. Like a panther ready to pounce if I made a move. He reached out and stroked my foot, my skin tingled where he had touched. As if almost on fire. The tingles ran up my leg and straight to my groin. I could feel myself becoming more and more moist between my legs as he lazily traced his fingers over my feet and ankles. All the time keeping my gaze with his enchanting dark eyes. He watched her intently as he fingers glided over her soft silky skin. Just as he imagined it would feel. He loved the colour of her pale skin and the contrast between his darker skin tone. He imagined how the colour of her nipples would be, he hoped they were rose pink, that he thought would be perfect. He was so hard, it was taking everything in him to not pull her off that step and take her into one of the private change rooms. The spell between them was broken when the clock clicked over to 12pm, suddenly the once quiet space transformed into a communal chatter space. As the quiet time ended. And like a panther he suddenly stood up and got down from the high step and walked away. A pang of sadness at his sudden departure hit her. As she looked down at her feet where his touch still lingered on her skin. She looked at the time and realized her 2 hours was nearly up. When atmosphere suddenly changed, he looked up and saw his friend looking for him. He had to move, he didn’t want his friend to see what he was doing. He slid off the high bench and walked towards his friend. He longed to turn around and look at her but he knew there was a chance his friend might see. His friend suggested that they go in the steam room and relax there. They turned towards the steam room and that’s when he saw her walking to the change rooms. He knew in that moment he had a choice. To either let her go and let her live in his memory or do something else. As they walked towards the steam room he suddenly said to his friend he needed something from his locker and he will join him in the steam room soon. She walked towards her locker thinking about that man. She opened her locker and was getting her bag out and when suddenly she was caged in from behind as two arms pressed themselves again the locker either side of her. She instinctively knew who it was, she could feel his energy. Electric. He leaned in and and spoke softly into her ear, ‘ get out your phone, here is my number. I want to you to text me your address and a time when I can come around. Our story has only just started my little minx’ He wandered back to the steam room smiling. Now all he had to do was wait for the text message. He hoped it would come. Chapter 2 The Text As they both exited the bathhouse, him and his friend walked towards his friends car. It had been a very relaxing time. Once he was in the car he looked at his phone, he smiled there was a message. ‘Here is my address, I available from 2pm onwards, your Minx’ Blood rushed to his groin, he was instantly hard again. He wondered if she would be a good sub for him. She seemed like it. After she left the bath house and walked to her car, she re played the locker room scene over and over in her head. Debating with herself whether to send him the text with her address and a time. She had never done anything like this before. In end after writing out the text 5 times and deleting 5 times, her 6th text was sent. His friend dropped him at his home. He immediately jumped in his car and put the address into his maps app. And he sent a reply ‘I’m on my way, get ready my naughty minx’ She heard her phone ping with an incoming message notice, she looked at the message and started to panic a bit. What had she done? She didn’t know this man, it was a flirt at a bath house. She hoped he wasn’t a crazy person! She rushed around and tidied up. He arrived at her apartment, and pressed the buzzer. He was excited, and hard with anticipation. She seemed a bit shy, which he loved. Her voice floated through the intercom. She sounded so feminine it sent electric waves through him. The door went letting him know the door was unlocked. She can’t believe he’s actually at her place. She hoped her nervousness wasn’t too obvious. She heard the knock at the door, shit he was here. She walked across the room and exhaled and opened the door. There he was, looking at her looking like he wanted to eat her up. A slow smile spread across his face as he drank her in. She motioned him in, he slid in and made sure he was a close as possible and held her eyes as he moved past her. She watched him glide into the living room of her apartment like he owned it. He turned around and smiled at her and said ‘come here’ he motioned with his finger. And just like he had a magical robe around her, she moved towards him and he pulled her into his arms. One arm around her waist the other one slid up under her hair and gripped the back of her head and tilted her head back. Looking deeply into her eyes he dipped down and pressed his lips on to hers. She felt amazing in his arms, her lips slightly parted as she gazed up at him. Without a second thought he pressed his lips to hers, and began to passionately kiss her. To taste her, to feel her soft pliable body in his arms. He knew how to kiss a woman to make her weak at the knees. He finally parted from her lips and leaned in to her ear and said ‘Where is your bedroom?’ This sent shivers down her spine straight to her lady bits. Moist is one word to summon up what instantly happened. She looked into his eyes and saw pure unadulterated lust. she moved slightly out of his grip and took his hand and lead him down a short corridor and into her bedroom. From behind he stepped up and wrapped his arms around her waist and tilted her head and started to kiss her neck. She leaned into him allowing him full access to her soft creamy neck. The feeling of her against him, as he pressed his growing hard on into her butt. He propelled her forward to bed. And commanded her to lie down face up. Like a good girl she obeyed him, it as if stuck under his spell. She made her way to bed and lay down as he had instructed. He stood at the end of the bed watching her. She could see the bulge in his jeans and smiled that she had the power to do that. He watched her lie down as he has instructed. He loved how obedient she was. He leaned in and undid the button on her jeans then the zip. Then he grabbed the waist band of her jeans and made sure he got her underwear as well and pulled them off. She watched him as he pulled her pants and underwear off. She looked into his eyes, his dark sexy eyes. And saw pure lust swirling in his eyes. This alone brought tingles deep into her core and made her vjay Jay tingle in anticipation. He stood up and loomed over her as he crawled onto the bed and hovered over her gazing intently into her green eyes. As he lowered his body onto hers he pressed his lips against hers. They felt so soft beneath his firmer more commanding lips. He tasted like honey, as his warm tongue invaded my mouth. I felt totally under his control. I almost whimpered when his lips left mine. But he soon placed his hot lips on the corner of my mouth as he started to kiss a trail across my cheek to my ear, where he gently nipped at my ear lobe. Goosebumps cascaded all the way down my right side. He continued his assault on my sensitive skin and down my neck to my collar bone, where he licked into groove of my collar bone. She tasted exquisite, sweet and savory as he savored her neck and the gentle dip of her collar bone. He had been sliding his hands up and down her arms her legs, across her stomach and her skin felt so soft and smooth under his hands. Now this tshirt was in his way. He could see that his ministrations had made her nipples hard as they were straining against the fabric that held them in. His hand moved down to the edge of her tshirt and he pulled it up and off!!! And what seemed the impossible became possible, he became even harder at the sight of her generous plump breasts held in by a lacy navy bra that was the perfect contrast against her beautiful pale skin. He used both hands to pull one breast out and then the other. So the bra was holding up her beautiful breasts. With your rosy pink nipples nice and taut. He leaned in popped one in his mouth and ran his tongue around her nipple.

29 June 2026

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Ze heette Lisa, en ze was perfect. Al vanaf het eerste moment dat ik haar zag, wist ik het. Die hongerige ogen, dat lichte trillen van haar onderlip toen ik haar bij de keel pakte en zei: “Vanavond ben je van mij. Geen grenzen. Geen safe words tenzij je écht breekt.” Ze had alleen maar geknikt, haar pupillen al groot van opwinding. Nu stond ze midden in zijn speelkamer, naakt op haar knieën, handen op haar rug gebonden met een strak touw. Haar volle tieten hingen zwaar naar voren, tepels stijf en rood. Ik liep langzaam om haar heen, de leren riem in zijn hand. “Kijk eens aan,” gromde ik. “Wat een gore kleine masochist. Ben je al nat?” “Ja, Meester…” fluisterde ze, haar stem trillend van geilheid. Ik gaf haar een harde faceslap. Haar hoofd sloeg opzij, een rode afdruk verscheen meteen op haar wang. Ze kreunde luid, haar dijen knepen samen. “Harder praten, slet.” “Ja Meester! Ik ben al kletsnat…” Ik greep haar haren vast, trok haar hoofd achterover en spuugde in haar open mond. Ze slikte het dankbaar door, haar ogen glazig van lust. “Op je handen en knieën.” Lisa liet zich meteen vallen, kont omhoog, rug hol. Ik begon met zijn hand harde, ritmische spankings te geven die haar billen snel rood kleurden. Bij elke klap jammerde ze harder, maar niet van pijn. Haar kutje glom zichtbaar, druppels gleden langs haar dijen. “Meer… alstublieft…” smeekte ze. Ik pakte de brede leren paddle. De klappen werden zwaarder, sneller. Haar kont werd vuurrood, gloeiend heet. Telkens als ik raakte, duwde ze haar kont naar achteren, smekend om meer. Haar ademhaling werd onregelmatig, haar kutje trok samen van pure opwinding. Ik gooide de paddle weg, greep haar tepels en kneep hard. Tit-torture was haar zwakte. Ik draaide, trok, kneep en sloeg haar zware borsten terwijl ze hijgde en kreunde als een loopse teef. Haar tepels werden donkerrood, gezwollen. Ik pakte twee sterke klemmen en zette ze erop. Lisa schreeuwde het uit van genot, haar lichaam schokte. “Je wordt alleen maar geiler, hè? Kijk hoe je kutje druipt.” Ik duwde twee vingers in haar soppende kut en vingerde haar ruw. Ze kwam bijna meteen, maar ik trok zijn hand terug en gaf haar weer een harde faceslap. “Niet komen zonder toestemming, vuile slet.” “Het spijt me, Meester…” ik zag de tranen van geilheid in haar ogen. Ik opende zijn broek. Mijn harde pik sprong tevoorschijn, dik en zwaar. Lisa’s mond ging meteen open, tong uitgestoken, ogen smekend. “Pijpen dan, hoer.” Ze nam hem gulzig in haar mond, diep, tot haar neus zijn buik raakte. Ze kokhalsde, maar stopte niet. Integendeel, hoe harder ik haar keel neukte, hoe geiler ze werd. Ik greep haar hoofd met beide handen en ramde zijn pik diep in haar keel, ballen tegen haar kin. Slijm en speeksel dropen over haar kin op haar gepijnigde tieten. Ze keek omhoog, ogen waterig, maar vol aanbidding. “Goed zo… neem die pik, ideale slet.” Ik neukte haar gezicht hard en lang, trok zich alleen terug om haar even te laten ademen voordat ik weer diep in haar keel stootte. Haar mascara liep uit, haar gezicht was een puinhoop van slijm en tranen. Ze was in extase. Uiteindelijk trok ik zich terug, sleurde haar aan haar haren naar de bank en gooide haar erop. Ik spreidde haar benen wijd, spuugde op haar kut en ramde zijn pik in één stoot naar binnen. Terwijl ik haar hard neukte, bleef ik haar tieten mishandelen, de klemmen lostrekken en weer vastzetten, haar gezicht slaan, haar vernederen. “Zeg het,” gromde ik. “Ik ben uw ideale slet, Meester… Gebruik me… verneder me… maak me kapot…” Ik voelde hoe ze steeds strakker om hem heen kneep. Haar lichaam schokte van orgasmes die ze niet meer kon tegenhouden. Ik liet haar komen, keer op keer, terwijl ik haar bleef slaan, spanken en in haar keel vingerde. Uiteindelijk trok ik zich terug, zette haar weer op haar knieën en spoot een dikke lading over haar gezicht en in haar open mond. Ze slikte alles door wat ze kon, likte de rest op, dankbaar en nog lang niet verzadigd. Ik streelde haar haren, keek op haar neer. “Goede meid. Dit was nog maar het begin van de nacht.” Lisa keek omhoog, haar gezicht rood, gezwollen en besmeurd, en glimlachte. “Dank u, Meester… Mag ik nog meer?”

27 June 2026

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Back in the days of us both being single and enjoying the occasional bit of fun together is where this story comes from. Both B and I had come out of relationships and found comfort in enjoying each other. We openly shared our past experiences and sexuality. At the time she had a young child that coupled with my own difficulties with getting out meant getting time together was rare. Most of what we did during this time was either talk on the phone or txt to help get each other off. We would of course meet up when we could but that might only be once a month or more. However, on this one particular weekend she was having a gathering of some girlfriends at her place one of whom I knew she’d enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh with, as she’d shared some stories of her and Jade and Jades husband all fucking. The plan for the night was drinking and relaxing as most of the women were mums who don’t get much quiet time. This meant I was not invited as it was girls only even though for once I was free . As the night in question went on I was getting lots of cheeky flirty messages from B which increased with,what I gathered, was only matched by her increased drinking. At one point my phone went ping with a photo and when I opened it there was all of her toys laid out on the bed with the girls all sitting around them. It came with a note saying ‘oh no, the girls have found my toy draw!’ Some of the girls were clearly laughing in the photo. Over the next hour or so I got sent more pics of B and her friends fully dressed but pretending to use her toys on themselves and each other. In all of the photos I could see all of the girls clearly drinking and laughing and having fun. One of the hottest ones I recieved was of B sucking a large toy with another girl pretending to fuck her with another one. This one came with a message. ‘Hope this is getting you hard. We’re trying to see whose partner gets hardest!’ I sent back a reply saying of course I was hard as she always made me hard! The pics and messages stopped for about 30 mins or so and I thought they’d moved on and gone back to drinking. Then I got a message, ‘babe they found my strap on!’ This came as a surprise to me as I had no idea she had one as I had never seen it in her toy draw. So I responded, ‘Really? I never knew you had one.’ A few minutes later I received another photo this time of her friend Jade, fully dressed, but also wearing the strap-on, which was a big thick white cock with ridges along its length. The message with it said, ‘so babe who’s harder you? Or Jade?’ ‘I think jade might just have it. And it definitely looks bigger!’ I replied. Shortly after that I received another photo of B on all fours with Jade kneeling behind her holding her hips and pretending to fuck her. The message with this read, ‘Babe you know I like them big! It’s 10” and nice and thick! We have a bet going about whose partner will send a pic of how hard their cock is. I know you will babe.’ Never one to back down from a sexy challenge, and willing to share, I took a couple of photos until I was happy with one. While I was taking it I recieved three more photos of Jade pretending to fuck each of the other girls in different positions. I noticed in a couple of pics that Jade had taken her top off and was in her bra. This helped me no end to take my photo. Shortly after I sent my photo my phone rang and it was B so I answered. She had me on speaker and said she was about to show the others my pic. Then I heard them making some lovely comments which I assumed was them all responding to seeing my pic. Then B asked which cock looked the best and I heard a couple of names, including mine. Then B spoke and said I win with three votes. Then she hung up. A short time later she msg me to say only one husband wouldn’t send a pic. So apparently I got 3/5 votes. Then she told me that the other three girls were all leaving soon as most partners were horny and needed their partner to come home and fuck. Then I got another photo, this time it was B wearing the strap on and Jade was on her back with B kneeling over her pretending to fuck her. Followed by another one in the same position with the girls making out. Then i got another phone call. This time to tell me the others had left and that they had no one to take the photos any more. Then I could hear the sounds of Jade kissing B as she talked to me and then the sounds of them making out. And suddenly the phone call was hung up. This all had me so hard wondering what was happening especially with knowing Jade was staying over. This was preplanned as she always drinks too much and lived too far away for her partner to get her. Then my phone pinged again with a msg and I looked and found a photo of Jade changed into some sexy lingerie and with the strap-on on. By this stage I was in bed stroking myself to these images. My phone pinged again and this time i had a sexy pic of B in lingerie. These girls knew how to drive me crazy. Then my phone rang and I answered to B moaning. My mind was racing as to what was happening. Then she bust out laughing and said ‘GOTYA!!!What did u think was happening?’ But before I could answer she started moaning agian. I know her moans and it sounded real to me. ‘Babe I’m so sorry my cunt needs licking and Jade is fucking me with her tongue! Don’t be to upset babe but I need it!’ The sound quality changed and I was now clearly on speaker phone listening to B moan. The jade said’ I hope u don’t mind I’m licking ur woman’s cunt!’ Then B started to moan again. As i listened my phone pinged again and I opened my msgs to find a pic of Jade between B thighs licking her pussy. B had taken it as it was looking down on the action. As I looked at it I could hear B getting closer to her orgasm. The I heard Jade say, ‘STOP just listening and get that cock over here to fuck her!’ That was all that was needed for B’s moans to become the sounds of her orgasm. Fuck it sounded so hot. As her orgasm subsided B said, ‘Babe do it. Get your cock over here and come fuck us!’ That’s all I needed to get myself dressed and jump in the car and head over. While I was getting dressed I got another ping on my phone and opened it to see B bent over and the tip of the strap-on positioned at the entrance to her pussy. I was now rushing to get there eager to join in. As I drove there my phone pinged again. I was eager to look but even though the roads were empty I waited until I was stopped. I opened my messages and this time found a photo that Jade had taken of her holding B by the hip with one hand and the strap-on mostly inside her pussy. Wow it looked hot. Damn lights. I kept driving as the drive was about 15-20mins. My phone again pinged but I couldn’t look and didn’t get a chance to see it until I had arrived at B house . I opened the msg before getting out of the car. The first thing was a message telling me they had left the door unlocked and to let myself in. There was also another photo, it was very similar to the last except Jade wasn’t holding B by the hips but instead was pulling her head back with a fistful of hair. Well that was all I needed I was hard and ready to go. I opened the front door and could hear the moaning and swearing coming from B’s bedroom. Being slightly drunk still both girls were talking very dirty. I opened the bedroom door to see both ladies naked but with B now wearing the strap on and fucking Jade from behind. As she kept fucking her she said, ‘babe you’re here!!! Get your gorgeous cock out and shove it in Jades mouth to shut her up!’ I quickly undressed watching as B was pulling Jades hair and was fucking her hard and deep with the strap-on. I got up on the bed and positioned myself infront of Jade moving my hard cock and placing it on her lips. She started kissing my cock and it felt amazing. She opened her mouth and slowly engulfed my cock in it. B then with the handful of hair controlled Jades head making her suck me. ‘That’s it suck my man’s cock the way I suck your mans!’ B had stopped fucking her and is focussed on making her suck my cock. I had to stay focussed and not cum to quickly, which I could have done so easily, after all the build up and now being here. B decided she wanted to stop and have Jade move to on top and ride her. Sure enough they moved positions and Jade starting climbed on top and started grinding down onto the strap-on. B told me to get my cock back in her mouth and so I stood over her, with B looking up to watch Jade sucking my cock. Both girls continued to keep speaking very dirty the whole time referring to each other as ‘dirty bitch’ ‘cock loving slut’ etc. this was really turning me on and I was getting close to cumming with how hot it was but B had other ideas telling me to take my cock out and shove it up Jades arse as she loves dp. I took my cock out of her mouth and moved around behind Jade but before I did anything I bent her forward and watched her fucking and grinding down on the strap-on. I grabbed the lube that was by the bed and put some on before moving in and slowly sliding into Jades arse, her moans were so loud and B kept talking dirty and telling Jade to cum, which she did very quickly. We fucked for awhile like this and Jade orgasmed a couple of times before it was all too much for me and I orgasmed too. I collapsed on the bed next to the girls taking time to recover. We then fucked on and off for the rest of the night. Only sleeping for a few hours before Jade husband arrived early in the morning to pick her up.

18 June 2026

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The air in the room thickens as Daddy leads me toward the bed, his presence steady and commanding. "Lay down for me," he says, his voice a low, gravelly instruction. I settle onto the mattress, my heart thudding as he reaches out. His large hands catch my ankles, spreading my legs wide and anchoring them firmly. Between them, he places a steaming, hot apple pie, its fragrance of cinnamon and baked butter filling the air. He drops to his knees, his face level with the offering. He leans in, his breath hot against the pastry. With slow, deliberate motions, he slides his tongue along the firm, hard peak of the golden crust. He flicks his tongue against the edge, a rhythmic, insistent motion that sends a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, he abandons the crust. He lowers his face, pressing his mouth directly over a little steaming hole in the centre of the pie. He devours the opening hands-free, his lips and tongue working through the soft, yielding fruit. He lingers there, his face coated in the warm, sticky syrup, tasting the heat of the mess he’s made with a primal, unhurried hunger. He pulls back slightly, his skin shimmering with the sweet glaze, and reaches out. He pushes one finger into the pie, moving it slowly to feel the resistance of the softened apples. He lingers with just that one finger for a long while, exploring the depth and the warmth of the centre. Only then does he add a second finger, his movements rhythmic as he carefully and slowly creates a wider, deeper space within the yielding filling. The tension in the room peaks as Doddy moves closer with a deliberate, slow-motion grace, his presence looming large as he reaches for his big silver fork. He positions the tines at the very edge of the opening and holds. For seconds that feel like minutes. There is a palpable sense of longing in the way he pauses. He savours the anticipation. He doesn’t just plunge it in; he holds it over the steaming, open centre of the pie, letting the longing build until the air feels like it might snap. I hold my breath. When he finally moves, it’s with an agonizing slowness. He pushes the tines through the soft, spiced depths, the metal disappearing inch by inch into the warmth. I watch his eyes whiten and mouth open as he feels the resistance of the thick, syrupy fruit. He sinks it all the way to the base of the dish. Then, he begins to draw it back out. The sound is wet and heavy as the fork emerges, coated in glistening glaze. He slides it back in, a rhythmic, deep motion that mimics the pulse of the room. In and out. Each time he pushes the fork back into the yielding centre, he watches my face, his own expression a mask of intense, focused hunger. Like an animal holding back force. He’s making sure every inch of the interior is saturated. He sets the fork aside, but he isn’t finished. He reaches for a pitcher of thick, white cream. He holds it high above the mattress and begins to pour. A slow, velvety stream of rich, cream falls through the air, hitting the very heart of the open hole he carved out. I watch, my breath hitching, as the liquid swirls into the deep, dark heat of the apples. It slowly drips down the sides of the dish. It’s a lavish release, a total saturation of the dessert he’s claimed. He exhales deeply, but doesn't move away. Instead, he leans back, surveying the ruined, beautiful mess left on the mattress between my legs. The plate is smeared with my sticky cinnamon glaze and his cream. With a low, possessive rumble, he moves in for the aftermath. He ignores the utensils entirely, lowering his head to the plate. He begins to lick the ceramic clean, his tongue broad and heavy as it sweeps across the surface. He is thorough, catching every stray drop of syrup that escaped the centre. The sound of his tongue against the plate is primal, a final act of devotion to the feast. He doesn't stop until his dish shines again, polished by his touch. When he finally looks up, his lips are stained and sweet, his gaze anchored on mine with a satisfied, quiet intensity. He stays there for a moment, kneeling between my legs with his weight resting back on his calves, the now-spotless plate a silent witness to how thoroughly he just claimed his prize. The room is silent, save for the sound of our breathing - mine quick and shallow, his deep and steady. He reaches out, his thumb catching a lingering drop of syrup at the corner of his mouth before he leans forward, bracing his hands on the mattress on either side of my hips. He doesn't move to touch me yet; he just stays in my space, letting the heat of the encounter settle. "Look at what you made me do, baby girl," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that feels like a physical caress against my skin. I look up at him, my head against the pillows, feeling completely exposed and cherished all at once. "I liked to see you enjoy it," I whisper, my voice still a little breathless. A slow, satisfied smile touches his lips, the kind of look that says he knows exactly the effect he has on me. He reaches up, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin with a tenderness that contrasts sharply with the intensity of the feast. "I enjoyed every second," he says softly, his gaze dropping to my lips. "There’s nothing better than taking my time with something so sweet." 🍎

17 June 2026

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We met at the small cafe around the corner from my place, both of us running on the fumes of a long day. The street is still radiating warmth from another stinker of a week. Street lights are flickering on, and only a dedicated few are sweating it out at the al fresco tables. You’re leaning back in your chair, one leg crossed over the other, eyes flickering over me as you sip from your glass. It starts as an innocent shift of movement — your heel slipping from your shoe, your foot dragging lazily up my calf as you stretch out your tired feet. You do it absent-mindedly at first, but when I don’t pull away, you press just a little firmer, your toes tracing higher, and more deliberate. I give you a look over the rim of my coffee cup, but you only give me a knowing tilt of your head, as if daring me to react. I’m still warm and sticky from the gym, and my clothes cling to my skin. I savour the sporadic breezes that provide the only relief from the humidity all around us. You don’t seem to mind. In fact, the way your foot lingers, teasing against my thigh, tells me you might even like it. Mostly it reminds me how much I need a shower, which sparks an idea. I reach for your hand, fingers sliding between yours as I detach from my chair. There’s no need for pretense — I have a plan, and you can sense it. You squeeze my hand once, falling into step beside me as we go, glancing at me and hoping for an explanation. A short walk, just around the corner, and we’re back at my gym. It’s late enough, and hot enough, that the place looks completely empty, with no staff, no thrumming of machines, not even the sound of faintly clinking weights. The fans whir and rotate, pushing stale sweaty air for no one. I lead you through the doors, and head toward the lockers, going through the motions as if I were simply finishing a workout, letting the moment stretch just a little longer. You lean casually against the row of lockers, watching me, your mouth smirking with amusement at where we are and what I might have in store. Once I’m certain the coast is clear, I tip my head toward the hallway. You follow without hesitation, your heels clicking softly against the tiles until we reach the change rooms. I lead us straight to the last cubicle at the end — a spacious shower stall with a small wooden bench and a lockable door. The second the door clicks shut, my hands are on you. I press you back against the tiled wall, my mouth reaching yours in a desperate, searching kiss. We have to be quiet, careful, but that only adds to the heat between us. Our breaths held and released in both excitement and stealth. Also contributing is the heat in the room, untouched by the fans, a thick extra dose of humidity on top of the day’s sticky weather. We are quickly coated in a fresh layer of sweat. My hands slide down your sides, fingertips teasing the edge of your fitted skirt before gripping your ass and pulling you flush against me. Even through my gym shorts, there’s no disguising just how I love your body, how much I’ve thought about this exact moment and am ready to act on it. Your hands run up my torso, dragging over my stomach, skimming over my chest. You feel how warm and damp I am, and it feels like we might just melt together. Then, with deliberate intent, your hand drifts lower. You seek out the growing bulge in my shorts, fingers squeezing just enough to make me suck in a sharp breath. I exhale, forehead resting against yours, almost sliding off from the mutual sweat. The thrill of it all tingles between us — the risk, the secrecy, the sheer intensity of being here, together, barely restrained. My fingers dig into the fabric of your skirt, gripping your hips as I press you back even harder, unable to stop myself from squeezing a little more. And we haven’t even turned on the water yet. I tug my shirt over my head, fabric peeling away from my damp skin. Your hands are on me immediately, fingertips gliding over my stomach, my chest, nails grazing lightly and definitely on purpose. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, you reach lower, palming the hard outline in my shorts. A grin spreads across your lips as you grab the hem of my shorts and slide them down, watching as they catch momentarily on my erection before finally slipping to the floor. I step out of them, leaving only my underwear between us. Your expression is playfully blank as you look up at me, while lowering yourself to a crouching position, your fingers hooking my waistband for balance. Instead of pulling them down outright, you nuzzle against me, tug the elastic with your teeth, before snapping it back against my skin. Followed by a teasing, almost-too-soft bite to the tip through the fabric. I inhale sharply, my fingers tightening in your hair as you stand again, letting me make the next move. I wrap my arms around you, pulling you close, my lips finding your neck. My hands trace up your back, unhooking your blouse and sliding it from your shoulders, pulling through the cling and grab from the sweat. I enjoy every inch of your skin, and you shiver slightly, an incongruous motion in this swampy environment. Your bra is sheer and barely conceals your hardening nipples, and I make sure to brush past them as I move. You seem to know what I’m thinking, because you arch your back slightly as I reach behind you and unclasp it. You squeeze your shoulders together, letting the straps slip forward until your bra falls away completely, leaving you bare. The faint lines from the fabric remain on your soft skin — a sign of the restraint you’ve been under all day. Now, finally, you’re free, and mine to touch and explore. I press my face to your chest and inhale deeply. You smell incredible — warm, sweaty, faintly sweet, with lingering traces of perfume. My face is slippery on your chest as my hands cup your breasts, my thumbs circling over your nipples before I lower my lips to kiss them, taking my time, noting the way your breath hitches. Before I can continue, you step back. Your turn. You kneel before me, placing both hands at the waistband of my underwear. Slowly, teasingly, you slide them down. My cock is already hard, its thick base emerging as you keep an excruciatingly measured pace. When my underwear finally falls, my erection springs free, thick and pulsing from the heat and excitement. You take a moment, letting your eyes roam over me, taking in the faint red lines left on my waist by the fabric. You know how much I hate clothes. You know how much I love this. Your hand wraps around me, firm, confident, and you lean in, your tongue flicking over the tip in a wicked promise of what’s to come. But first, you have something else in mind. You stand, stepping back just enough so I can watch you reach for the zipper of your high-waisted skirt. I stifle an audible groan of delight as you slowly peel it down, shimmying it over your hips before lifting it up and over your head. No knickers. You stand before me, completely bare, and I swear I’ve never wanted you more. Without another word, I reach back and turn on the shower. We resist the urge to dodge the icy spray of cold as it cuts through the intense heat. Instead we press into each other, gasping for air at the freshness of the temperature change, and laughing, almost giggling at the shock. It is a relief to have our own bubble of cool climate, and we clasp together as we adapt to the cold, while the water warms, and when the middle arrives it feels perfect. Your nipples are insatiably erect, borderline distressed at the cold and their excitement. We affirm our position under the water together and exchange a long, passionate embrace. Our bodies press together, slick with the rushing stream, the heat of our skin contrasting against the cooler cascade. I step back, taking in the sight of you beneath the falling water, watching it rush over your naked body, plunge down between your breasts, tracing every curve and valley. The droplets glisten against your skin, enhancing the smooth lines of your body, making you truly mesmerising in our dimly lit cubicle. When I press into you again, I watch the water sheet over your back, cascading down and arcing over the perfect swell of your ass before splashing onto the tiled floor. The sensation of your wet, warm skin against mine sends a shiver through me that has nothing to do with the cooling water. With the water still running, I shift forward slightly, stepping toward the direct stream and taking its force against my back. A light spray surrounds us, misting over our heated skin, cooling us just enough to keep the moment from becoming overwhelming. You drop to your knees before me, your fingers wrapping firmly around my cock. You lean in, your lips parting just enough to slowly drag your tongue along my sensitive and yearning head. The feeling is exquisite, the combination of your warm mouth and the cool water making my head spin and my pulse throb in my ears. Amongst the steady shower spray, you taste the salty slickness of my precum on your tongue. The temptation to take me fully into your mouth is strong, but you resist, delaying the moment, teasing me with slow, deliberate licks. You nudge your lips forward, brushing your mouth against my tip, then pulling back just enough to keep me aching for more. With one hand wrapped around my shaft, you relent with an affectionate kiss on the very tip before pushing forward, your mouth enveloping me. I groan at the sensation — your lips hot and wet, the pressure just right. I am thick and hard against your tongue, filling your mouth. You barely remember to breathe. Embracing my pleasure, you begin to move — slow, measured strokes, taking me in deeper, then retreating, letting yourself breathe before plunging forward again. One hand caresses my stomach, trailing the tips of your fingernails, while the other moves lower, cupping my balls, tracing backwards, sliding around to my ass, pulling me closer. The sensation is almost too much — I fight the urge to come immediately, overwhelmed by the sight of you kneeling before me, the heat of your mouth and the intensity of the moment. For a jarring second, I remember where we are which prompts another wave of excitement, fuelled by our brazen, and potentially public, rendezvous. I steady myself, gripping the tiled wall, determined to make this last. But you are in control, and it is clear what you want me to do. The warmth of your mouth, the warm water down my back, and your hands in all my favourite places — I am not going to be able to stop, and it is the furthest thing from your mind. I have one hand on the back of your head, not pushing but guiding, following your natural motion as you shift back and forth along the shaft. Your tongue rolls around the tip as it passes, each flick and swirl sending shocks of pleasure through me. I am clenching and flexing, moving to climax, my breath becoming harder, louder and less controlled. You are in rhythm, and my hips take the cue, swinging back and forth gently to compensate, matching the slow and determined movements of your mouth. I don’t know when you began, but you are touching yourself as you kneel, fingers working between your legs in time. The sight fills me with overwhelming pleasure, and gratitude that you are doing this — not just for me and my pleasure, but for yours as well. I could cry. Sensing I am near, I look to send a cue, to give you the chance to show me the green light. I take hold of my cock, and you respond by parting your lips expectantly. Your eyes meet mine, filled with desire, a fluctuating spectrum of nervous excitement, the sheer thrill of it all written across your face. Your mouth is open as I stroke myself, my tip flicking against your lips and your tongue. The sensation is purely overwhelming. Your hand is on my butt, gripping firmly, and you feel me clench as I explode into your mouth, onto your tongue. It is hot and wet, and you feel me pulsing with pleasure in your hand as you squeeze every last drop, milking out every drop of sweet release as the shower continues around us. I can barely stand as my whole body tenses and then relaxes, my head spins from the temperatures and the steam, and I just want to bring you close to me. I had wanted to be inside you so badly as well. After my climax, I am no less enraptured by this incredible gift of you and your naked body. I pull you into me under the water and kiss you - you taste like me and I taste like you. Under the water we merge our bodies in the radiating warmth and pleasure. You pivot and press your bum into me, playing the little spoon, and I run my hands over your breasts, clenching on your nipples and letting warm water trail between your cleavage, straight down to your vulva and your clit, where I place my hand over yours. You guide my hand and we rub together in a slow exploration, deciding where we could yet go. By now it is irrelevant that we are in a public place, and that — theoretically — anyone could be around, listening or even watching. We take no notice, and nothing could stop us from continuing. Within no time are hands move furiously in tandem, and with the warm water combines to create a pure, warm wave of satisfaction between your legs. Your hand moves in tight, desperate circles over your clit, and I press a finger inside you, feeling you tremble against me. You’re gripping me, your body drawing me deeper with each movement. I ease a second finger in, feeling the resistance, and the way you shudder against my chest sends a rush of need straight through me. I fall into rhythm with you, my fingers pushing in and out, curling slightly, beckoning your delight. Our bodies rock together, friction and pressure building with every breath, and synchronised with our movements I slide a third finger into you, keeping it there as we continue our rhythm. Time disintegrates. I can’t tell if it has been 10 minutes or 30 seconds by the time you climax. Until then we are locked in by mutual desire, consumed by the sensation, with seemingly no barriers to how we grind and smash together. The outside world ceases to exist, the gym, the risk, the chance of discovery — it melts down the drain. We are together and alone. If someone heard us, or saw us, they would surely have no choice but to bear silent witness to our achievement of perfection. When you break — your body clenches around my fingers, every muscle trembling, rigid against me. I am almost holding you off the ground, as way your thighs lock, trapping my hand as you pulse around me in waves, your orgasm tearing through you in shuddering, breathless gasps. I hold you through it, feeling the aftershocks ripple against my fingers, gripping me in desperate, rhythmic contractions. I’m barely breathing, caught between awe and hunger, and my sounds of empathetic pleasure are unrecognisable. For a moment, we are so loud that an echo returns off the tiled walls. The realisation crashes over us, tipping us back towards the present. Towards reality, but neither of us can move. Completely spent, we sink into each other, letting the water run over our bodies, supporting each other as our frantic heartbeats pound in unison, slowing steadily. We turn off the water, the sudden quiet bringing us back to the moment. Steam rises in lazy swirls, clinging to our skin as we settle onto the wooden seat, our bodies warm, sated, and heavy with exhaustion. You lean into me, your damp hair sticking to my shoulder, and I press a slow, lingering kiss on your forehead.

17 June 2026

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Sometimes the best connections happen when you least expect them. It started with a simple conversation between two strangers who happened to be in the same place at the same time. There was no pressure, no expectations, just an easy flow of conversation that quickly turned into laughter and genuine interest. As the evening continued, they found themselves drawn to each other's confidence, sense of humour and relaxed nature. Hours seemed to pass in minutes as they shared stories, experiences and dreams. What began as a casual meeting slowly developed into a connection neither of them had anticipated. The attraction wasn't only physical. It was the excitement of discovering someone new, the anticipation of where the conversation might go next and the feeling of being completely comfortable in each other's company. Every smile, glance and shared moment added to the growing chemistry between them. As the night came to an end, both walked away with a sense of excitement and curiosity. They knew they had met someone special and looked forward to seeing where the connection might lead. Sometimes the most memorable encounters aren't planned at all—they happen naturally when two people meet at exactly the right moment and are open to the possibilities that follow.

15 June 2026

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So working away and the weather has turned bad so no working on site for a week, after 2 days sitting in the pub one off the locals invites me to a party. I get there about 8 quite a few people not knowing anyone I grab a beer and find a seat with a view some very attractive ladies getting around I get chatting to one when this bloke shows up and says party time and out come the drugs not my scene so I get up to leave the lady I was talking to said she would come with me so we leave pub closed nowhere to go but back to mine. We get there some flirting and start making out she decides to give me a blow job and swallow's my load I tell her I want to return the favour but she seems worried so after I bit of play I just go for it and reach into pants to find a nice surprise a nice hard cock. Now I have to keep going and get her to lay down so that I can enjoy licking and sucking that beautiful cock after a while I ask her if she would fuck me please something I have wanted to try for a long time she agrees but I have to do her first so after I make love to her she tells me to get ready and finally I get a nice hard cock in my arse we spent the next 3 weeks while I was in town every night making out.

14 June 2026

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We had been chatting for a little while, building a connection, building trust and getting to know each other. The connection was there, it was clear we were both excited by the other. We knew what the other liked and wanted. We could feel the tension building. We had discussed fantasies along the way and been vulnerable with each other. One day, a while after I had shared my fantasy, you brought it up out of the blue and said that you wanted us to act it out. We arranged the details and ensured that it was properly planned, for it would require trust, especially from you on our first meeting. We had not seen pictures of each other's face and did not know what the other one looked like. I needed to know that you felt comfortable. Finally, the day arrived. We were to meet at your place. As planned, when I pulled up outside your house, I sent you a message to let you know that I was outside. I waited five minutes, as arranged. When the time came, I walked to your front door, the blood beginning to pump fast as adrenaline surged. I reached your door and found that you had left it ajar, as discussed. Slowly, I entered the house. Recalling the directions that you had given me, I made my way to your room. The house was relatively dark, but a low light was glowing from your room. Taking a deep breath, I nudged the door open. The sight that greeted me far exceeded anything I had hoped for. Lying on the bed, on her back was a beautiful and sexy lady. You are exquisite. Tied around each wrist is a silk scarf, the other end of each scarf is loose by the bed head. A blindfold was secured over your eyes. Your mouth was partially open and I could see that your breathing was quicker than a resting breathing rate. I took a moment to take in the breathtaking sight before making my way towards the bed. As I reached the bedside, I gently took your left hand and I hear a sharp intake of breath from you. I guide your hand towards the bed head. Taking the loose end, I fastened it to the bed post. I slowly make my way around to the other side of the bed and repeat the process. I lean over the bed and, taking your face gently in my hands, kiss you tenderly. Your lips and tongue respond with an urgency. I can feel how much you want this. I love kissing as much as anything and it is all I can do to break away. It's obvious you didn't want it to stop either. Slowly I remove my shoes and clothing, down to my underwear, knowing you can hear what I am doing and seeing the effect on you. Your breathing is definitely not calm and your legs part ever so slightly. I move back on to the bed, next to you and slowly place a hand on your wrist. Gently I trace my finger tips along your arm, enjoying the feel of your skin against mine. It moves past your elbow, along your upper arm and up to your shoulder. As it moves across your decolletage, it pauses slightly, moving up to caress your neck, before moving back down and across to your other shoulder and then slowly down that arm to your wrist. Slowly, over the space of a minute or two, it continues retracing this path, occasionally the fingers move up to your face, lightly caressing it before continuing back to its original path. The next time it reaches under your chin, I slowly trace it down, causing a sharp intake of breath from you. I pause momentarily before continuing down, between your breasts. I long to caress them and can tell that you want it too, but ai resist. Continuing down to your stomach, my fingers dance across your skin, drawing patterns to increase your desire. Once again, I spend moments teasing and caressing this area. I bring both hands in to play now, each one descending slowly. Another gasp. You long for this. I move to each leg caressing and exploring each one. As I do so, they part some more and I can truly see how much you are enjoying this. My hands work their way back up, nearer the inside of your thighs. Close enough to feel the warmth, but far enough away from where you really desire. Now they move up, across your stomach, up between your breasts towards your neck, taking your head in my hands. Your reward, more kissing, hungrier than before. Now you can enjoy this further. My hands make their way down between your breasts, circling underneath them, up outside them and back to the top. I repeat this a few more times, each time, moving closer until I'm brushing against your breasts. Another kiss as I continue, before my hands are on your breasts, slowly circling. Finally your nipples are rewarded with light caresses. Another kiss and your nipples receive a gentle tweak. Breaking from the kiss, my lips trace kisses down your neck, mmm, you enjoy this. Kisses across your shoulders, down between your breasts to your stomach, before moving back up to enjoy your breasts. Kissing, licking and nibbling towards your nipples. My hands continue down to your stomach as I am doing this and stop just above your pubic bone. Ceasing the kisses, ever so slowly my hands trace down, before moving outwards slightly and down the crease of your legs, before moving back up. One finger tip and nail, lightly caressing... up... and down the other side. My finger then lightly brushes over your lips to the other side and you gasp, raising your hips as you do. Patience my beautiful. My fingers slowly trace over your lips, up one side and down the other. Heat radiates from you as you burn with desire. My finger gently parts your lips, sliding up and down, aided by your desire. As it nears your clitoris, it circles around it it, without touching it, before moving back down between your lips. This repeats a few more times. Then, pausing for a while just below your clit, I kiss you again, deeply. Then, in the middle of the kiss, my finger slides up and on top of your clit, holding still. Your kiss becomes more passionate, filled with longing. Holding still for a while, I'm aware of you trying to move my finger by moving your hips. Ever so slowly, I begin to move it a tiny amount, minute circles, slowly increasing in size as they moved outwards. My finger alternates between drawing patterns on your clit and sliding down between your lips, pausing just before your opening, before moving back up. Occasionally, the fingers move around your opening, down to your perineum before returning the same way. Finally, when I feel that you cannot wait any longer, my fingers pause at your opening... then slowly... ever so slowly they move so that they are inserted about half a centimetre inside. Back up and out to your clit, then sliding back down. Moving inside you about a centimetre, I slowly circle them round and out. Moving back in, circling and applying pressure to the top. Gradually, my fingers move deeper, so that they are no more than an inch or so inside you. They glide in and out, circling, applying pressure and then holding still in that sweet spot. I break away from our passionate kissing and my mouth slowly makes its way down towards where my fingers are dancing across your pleasure zones. My lips take in every part of you as they travel down. They kiss and lick around your outer lips for a while. Eventually, as you arch your back to try and force them where you want them, they find your engorged clit and lightly caress it in a variety of motions. Your breathing has reached a new level and I can feel you beginning to build. My fingers now move deeper inside you, millimetre by millimetre. When they are fully inside you, they pull upwards and slowly move all the way out again. You are breathing heavily and moans escape your lips. It has built to that sweet moment where you know that ecstasy comes next. All of a sudden you crash over the edge, erupting in pleasure around my fingers and against my lips. Moans and gasps escape your lips and it's all I can do to stop you from thrusting me off of you. My fingers and tongue begin to slow as your pleasure subsides, still caressing and enjoying the feeling of you. After a moment or two, I hear you tell me that you want me inside you. My hands and tongue withdraw and I move up to kiss you deeply, letting you enjoy the taste of your own pleasure. I remove my shorts and place myself at your entrance, holding, teasing... I spend a while just moving inside and around your entrance, building you up again with anticipation. You are demanding me to give all of me and, just when you think I am not going to, I begin sliding my full length inside you. Oh, the moans that this brings forth from you! Slowly, I make sure you feel every part of me at different angles until we find the one that hits the spot. We build it up, moving in rhythm until we both reach the edge and crash over together! Happy and fulfilled we kiss once more. I slowly withdraw from you. As agreed beforehand, I clean myself up and dress myself. Your hand ties are undone from the bed posts but stay attached to your wrists. Your blindfold stays on. I kiss you one final time, deeply and you take my head in your hands, enjoying this moment. Then we say goodbye and I leave, closing the door behind me. You can now remove your blindfold and ties from your wrists.

13 June 2026

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I packed the provisions for the day. A basket loaded with various picnic foods, a blanket, massage oil and a bottle of pinot gris wine. I placed the basket safely into the boot and starts the car. Karen sits blindfolded buckled into the passenger seat not knowing where she is being taken or what is in store for her. She cannot see the bluest sky and the soft light the sun illuminating down upon them. She can feel the warmth of the sun casting down onto her skin. The gentle purr of the engine fills her ears. The vibration from the engine gently massages her body. She can feel the turns he was making, but could not make out where she was, or where she was going. The breeze brought to her senses the warmth of the air and filled her nostrils with everything the warm spring day had to offer her. After a while, she could sense that they were getting close to their destination by the excited actions Barry was making. Suddenly she felt my hand on her right thigh, just above her knee, “Karen please open your legs, wide." She shuddered at the thought of what is going to happen next as she opened her legs as wide as she could in the car. I slid my hand up her leg, under her skirt, and rested two fingers against her panties, right in front of her clit. Karen gasped; excitement vibrated through her more than the car’s engine ever could. She felt the car slow and pull onto a gravel road. The sound of rocks being ground under the tires was the newest sound to fill her ears. After a short time, she could feel the car slow to a stop and hear the engine cut out as he turned off the key. I leaned over and gently lifted the blindfold from her eyes. A flood of light filled into her eyes, causing her to quickly close them again. The soft pain in her head subsided and she slowly opened her eyes again, allowing her to adjust to the light again. Her eyes focused and scanned all around her. She saw the gravel road behind them and the trees surrounding them. The beach track ahead had local native grass’s that grew about knee high was waving in the passing wind. A small smile crossed her lips as she took in the gorgeous natural sight. No buildings, just dunes, foliage and a never-ending beach. There was a small parking lot that was already packed even though I didn't really see any people or umbrellas on the sand. "Most people come here to be by themselves and go north from here ... we need more privacy and more excitement today." As we made our way over the dunes, we did see some umbrellas scattered far apart from each other in both directions. "Let's go left," because the idea of solitude and excitement sounded intriguing. Why not. I always looked for some excitement. After about 20 minutes of lugging all our gear and passing a couple of people sunbathing, Karen plopped down and announced, "I'm done, there's nobody within eyesight - a perfect spot, yeah?" "Totally!" I spread out our towels, propped up the umbrella and grabbed two glasses of cold wine and shared them with Karen. Without another thought, Karen stripped - I mean nothing left covered any part of her tanned skin. She looked so sexy totally naked. Her breasts - are so soft in form, size and cuteness.

10 June 2026

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My wife went interstate to see family, we always send naughty texts when apart. I sent her a message to see if she was interested in a fantasy flight home. She replied yes. I then asked her to buy a new dress and new panties which she did. I told her upon arrival to go straight to ladies room and remove her panties. I saw her enter the ladies room. She came out and went to baggage collection. I text her to come back into waiting area where I would be sitting. She sat opposite me and while fiddling in her bag I text her to open her legs and show me her waxed pussy. There was a gent seated next to me. My wife left her legs parted the view was amazing. My cock was so hard. I noticed the gent had also caught glimpse of her pussy. I text her to reach into her bag open her legs wider then stand up walk past us both and drop her panties into his lap. It was so horny. I then followed her my cock rock hard. We drove home she raised her dress so I could see her pussy. Hard to keep my eye on the road. We got home I ran her a bubble bath. I snuck out to loungeroom and lit a number of candles. I had arranged a stranger to give my wife a massage without her knowledge. He arrived perfect timing. I dried my wife with a towel and blindfolded her. I dressed her in pink and white crotchless panties. I guided her to the loungeroom where Rob was naked. I placed her on the massage table and watched on. To her surprise Rob introduced himself to her. She was not aware anyone else was present. Rob then massaged my wife and of course ventured between her legs. My wife moaning her hips jerking in small movements. Rob moved to the top of the table reaching over playing with her breasts. I saw her reaching out to grab his cock I guided her hand onto Robs cock and she guided it to her mouth. It was so hot I placed my cock against her cheek whilst Rob was in her mouth. She took hold of my dick and begun sucking them both putting her had back to lick our balls. Rob then moved to the side of the table and started licking her pussy my wife cum with a purr. He then positioned her over the table and fucked her from behind. To see his cock disappearing into my wife's pussy while she took my cock in hand. Rob fucked her for a while before shooting his load inside her. We then had a drink and sat on the floor removing my wife's blindfold. She then told Rob she would like to see me suck his cock. I was horny as hell and he said yes. I sucked his cock for several minutes when my wife shared his cock with our mouths. Rob started moaning my wife watched me take his load in my mouth. We kissed swapped the taste of his cum and then she kissed Rob and said now its your turn to suck hubby's cock. Rob was eager to please and took my cock in his mouth my wife licking my nipples sent me over the edge and I blew my load into his mouth. My wife then kissed him tasting my cum then kissing me. We poured a wine had a laugh and thoroughly enjoyed the evening.

8 June 2026

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The last time I went to the nude beach, I got there around 5:30pm — just as the UV dropped. The light was mellow and golden, the perfect time to arrive. I hit the sand and, without hesitation, stripped off my clothes and shoved them in my bag. No better feeling. The release of fabric, the brush of breeze against bare skin, the faint thrill of public nudity that doesn’t feel performative — just freeing. It was about 34 degrees that day. Warm enough that plenty of people were still hanging around. Couples nestled under umbrellas, little clusters in the shallows, solo men wandering up and down with vague purpose. There’s a particular kind of rhythm at a nude beach — people stroll with a sense of comfort, of familiarity, but you can feel the low hum of observation beneath it. The gentle dance of being seen and seeing. I followed my usual routine. Straight to the water, toes sinking into the wet sand, the tide teasing at my ankles. Then I started walking, slowly, letting my gaze drift across bodies and water and stone. Down past the rocks, where the beach curves and narrows — that’s where any action usually happens, if it’s going to. I’m always ambivalent about that. I don’t go expecting anything. Most of the time, I just want to be naked, to soak in the sun, to feel my body untethered. I set up my towel and walked back into the water. The temperature shift from warm to cool and back again does something to me every time. It’s not even about arousal — just sensation. A kind of soft ache, like static or fuzz, warming my cock and balls in a way that makes me feel proud of what I’m showing, even if I’m not hard. Confident, in a quiet way. There were a couple of solo guys wading nearby. Close enough to acknowledge, far enough to avoid conversation. I never push. If someone wants to talk, they’ll talk. Otherwise, I let the space be what it is. I returned to my towel, the air licking droplets from my skin. I lay on my back and opened my book. The sun was still warm enough to be comforting, but no longer aggressive. My skin drank it in without worry. No sunscreen, no fear. Just heat on bare skin, the wind occasionally lifting the corner of my towel. There’s something deeply right about reading naked in the open, not for anyone else, just for yourself. People kept wandering by — the usual parade. A few I’d seen on previous visits. Some doing the same lazy loop up and down the beach. Solo men, mostly. Sometimes I wonder what brings each of them here. Are they hoping to see something? Find someone? Or are they just, like me, content in their skin? At one point, I stood and stretched — half out of boredom, half out of curiosity. A man nearby was packing up his things, sliding his towel into a canvas bag. He looked up at me, paused, and said, “You’re beautiful.” I wasn’t prepared for it. Not those exact words. Not spoken so directly. I laughed awkwardly, unsure what to say — thank you? you too? It wasn’t a line. Just a statement. Honest. Simple. A little surreal. We chatted. He was clearly more practiced in this space — confident, gay, playful. He told me about the regular crowd, the rhythms of the beach, how often he played and how he stayed safe. I asked questions — not to pry, but out of genuine curiosity. I told him what I was open to, what I avoided, how I’m cautious and careful. It was a good conversation. No pressure, just shared notes on desire and boundaries. Then he left, and I stayed — alone again, but not lonely. Sometime after the first guy left, I checked my phone and saw a message from someone in the online chat group — a casual, half-hearted “who’s still around?” post. I replied, said I was there, offered that they could come pull up a towel if they wanted. Eventually, he arrived. Slightly older, bigger build — rounder in the middle but smooth-skinned and confident. Friendly face. He waved as he approached, a quiet kind of energy to him. We didn’t waste time — just settled into easy chat. No pretence, no pressure. Mostly beach talk at first. Work. Where we were from. What brought us out today. He mentioned his partner pretty early on — a woman who knew he played with men on the side. Not only that, but she apparently enjoyed it, especially watching him get blown. That’s not something I could help him with — not that night, anyway — but I appreciated the openness. There’s something really freeing about talking about sex in a space that doesn’t demand it. We swapped stories. Spoke about boundaries. Shared thoughts on our bodies, tattoos. The things we liked about ourselves, the things we didn’t. Honest, curious, unguarded. Normally, by this time of day, the slow migration would have begun — solo men gathering towels, glancing around, making their way down past the rocks where things sometimes happened. There’s a tacit choreography to it. Nobody talks about it out loud, but everyone knows. A rising tide of quiet intent. But this time, there was a snag in the rhythm — a pregnancy photoshoot unfolding right in the middle of the action zone. I’d seen the photographer before — a woman, always fully clothed, always calm and in control. She seemed to love the light here, the rawness of it. Her subject was stunning — glowing and round-bellied, starting out in a flowing dress and then slowly revealing more skin as the shoot went on. The contrast was gorgeous, honestly. Her body full of life, soft curves and maternal gravity, against a backdrop that often held very different kinds of tension. Still, it meant the usual suspects had to hold off — there was a visible hesitance in the way men lingered at the edge of the rocks, waiting. Not exactly leering, but definitely paused in limbo. Nobody wanted to be the guy jerking off thirty metres from a maternity shoot. At least, I hoped not. My new friend and I decided to take a walk. It felt oddly liberating, doing the same long naked stroll that the solo guys do — except now I wasn’t alone, and somehow that shifted everything. It didn’t feel like prowling. It just felt like walking. Like being part of something human, not transactional. We wandered up and back a few times, commenting quietly on the crowd, on bodies, on posture. I’m always fascinated by people’s shapes, in both sexual and non-sexual ways. The slope of a shoulder. The way someone holds their gut or adjusts their towel. The tension in a thigh when someone bends to pick something up. I find myself imagining what it feels like to be in that body — not just to touch it, but to inhabit it. How it must feel to stand there, naked in public, aware of your shape, your marks, your hang-ups. And how all of that might shift depending on who’s watching. There are very few body types I feel no attraction to at all. Even when I’m not turned on, I’m curious. There’s something sacred about people letting themselves be seen like this — not just by lovers or partners, but by strangers. I love the mix of pride and vulnerability in it. Eventually, we made our way back to our towels. The sun had dipped behind the cliffs, and it was practically dark. The photoshoot was still going, the photographer crouched low to the sand, her lens catching the last blush of light on the pregnant subject’s skin. There was a small cluster of naked men gathered at a respectful distance, waiting. Not quite awkward, but definitely a little stuck. A bottleneck of bodies, all on pause. The tide had shifted, but no one could quite make the next move. Eventually, the photoshoot wraps up. The pregnant woman slips back into her robe, and the photographer packs away her gear. They wander off together, chatting quietly, oblivious or maybe wilfully unaware of the ripple they’ve held back all this time. And just like that, the energy shifts. It’s almost comical the way it happens — this slow, polite migration of naked men, all beginning to drift in the same direction, pretending they’re just going for a sunset stroll. No one approaches each other directly at first, but there’s a quiet urgency in the way the group moves — a clear and shared intention hanging thick in the air. We’re all here for the same reason, even if no one says a word. My friend and I follow, not rushing, but certainly not dawdling either. The temperature’s dropped slightly, but the energy is warmer now — heavier. The unspoken rules of the beach have started to bend. The lid is off. By the time we make it down to the far end, it’s on. Most of the guys are hard, or halfway there, casually touching themselves as they linger near one another. It’s not a frenzy, not yet — more like a gathering storm of attention and arousal. Everyone performing a little, watching a little. Feeling each other out. I let myself take up space. Standing somewhere in the middle, I stroke myself slowly, not too eager, just enough to grow into my full size. I like the way I look like this — exposed, but proud. Compared to most of the others, I feel big. And I like that. My friend, surprisingly, is quite the grower. He looked small earlier, but now he’s filling out, impressive in a different way — heavy and full, low-hanging. People start to drift a little closer, like orbiting planets shifting toward gravity. Not touching yet. Just watching. A few of them are clearly waiting for someone else to make the first move. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice him — a smaller Asian man I’d clocked earlier in the afternoon. He’d passed us a few times while we were walking, always a beat slower when he moved past me, his eyes sneaking down, not lingering long enough to be obvious, but definitely clocking me. Now, here in this dimming light, he’s closer. His gaze isn’t subtle anymore. He’s staring directly at my cock, transfixed. And fuck, it does something to me. That feeling — to be wanted like that, clearly, hungrily, without performance or pretence. My cock twitches at the attention, swelling harder in response. I let him watch. I meet his eyes once — not long, just enough to let him know I’ve noticed, that I know. And then I go back to stroking. My hand slow and deliberate, the air cool on my thighs, the sand shifting under my feet. I’m not even thinking about where this might go. I’m just enjoying the heat of it, the slow burn of being seen. He makes the first move. It’s so subtle, so respectful, but there’s no mistaking the intent. He steps just slightly into my space and runs a hand up the middle of my back. His touch is soft, almost reverent — not grabbing, not groping, just touching. And it sends a quiet shiver down my spine. There’s something deeply sexy about that — someone so clearly full of desire, and yet choosing something as gentle and grounding as skin-on-skin contact. His hand glides lower, warm and careful, moving down over the small of my back and resting on my bum with a kind of quiet awe. I can feel his breath close now. His small, earnest cock is fully hard, pointing up towards me with an intensity that belies its size. His touch seems to give permission to the rest of the circle. As if on cue, another man steps forward. His approach is different — no hesitation. His hand closes firmly around my cock, and I let out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding. It’s a good grip, confident. His own cock is thick and proud, almost a mirror of mine, and I reach for it instinctively, wrapping my hand around its length. We find a shared rhythm quickly — slow at first, just feeling each other out, then stronger. Deliberate. The first guy doesn’t leave — he stays close, off to the side, his hand never leaving my skin. Still gliding up and down, now along my waist, over my bum again, fingertips brushing the inside of my thigh. At times, he presses in, gently, affectionately — I feel his leg hook lightly around mine, and his cock press into my hip. He moans, quietly, more breath than sound. He’s still stroking himself, but the contact seems to be as much for his reassurance as mine. Like he wants to feel that I’m real. That this is happening. Then I feel my friend — the one I’d walked the beach with — step back into the scene. He’s in front of me now, eyes lit with curiosity and hunger. His hands go straight to my chest, stroking and squeezing, mapping out my body with a kind of casual affection. One hand cups my balls, the other slips around to squeeze my bum — both firm and gentle. He’s touching himself too, lazily, like he knows there’s no rush. For a moment, I float out of myself. I pause and try to imagine what this scene must look like to anyone watching — four men, different shapes, different kinds of hard, hands on each other’s skin, bodies overlapping, shifting and sharing. I think: Anyone who’s not part of this would just be jealous. The man with the firm grip is still there, still focused. His hand slides smoothly up and down my shaft, taking his time, but moving with growing confidence. He’s tuned in, responding to the little sighs I make, the way I press into him, the slight arch of my back. I don’t have to tell him I’m loving it. It’s obvious. I am lost in it — in the contrast of bodies, the blur of skin and breath and quiet hunger. And still, the first guy’s hand doesn’t leave me. With one man’s steady hand stroking my cock, another’s fingers lightly playing across my chest, my walking friend still gently squeezing and palming my bum, and the quiet, reverent presence of the Asian man pressed into my side — it’s all a lot. Add to that the sensation of cool air rolling in off the water and ghosting over every inch of my naked body, and it tips into something close to sensory overload. I hold both my friend’s and the Asian man’s cocks in my hands — not moving, just holding, grounding myself in the moment through the feel of warm skin and steady pulse. And in that space, the rhythm of that firm hand on my cock continues — slow, deliberate, focused — as if he knows exactly how to keep me on the edge until it’s time to let go. And then I do. My body tightens, my back arches just slightly, and I groan — not polite or muted, but loud and real. I can feel hands on my body in response, like they’re coaxing the orgasm out of me, stroking my skin and squeezing me with this quiet kind of reverence. The firm grip doesn’t waver as I come hard — a sharp, hot burst that lands messily in the sand. Somewhere beside me, someone lets out an appreciative mmmmm, and it makes me smile. There’s something strange and honest about these moments. Once the pleasure has peaked, there’s not much left to do. No script to follow. Just this gentle unravelling, the quiet shift in atmosphere. But I like that part. I like that I can step away without guilt, without awkwardness — leave the scene exactly as I entered it: on my terms. I pat my friend’s back, grinning, and murmur, “Alright — next man up.” He chuckles, and I don’t even look back to see who steps into the newly vacant space. I stroll off slowly, through the shallows, the water cool against my ankles and calves. The sky is dimming, stars faint above, and the moonlight catches the edges of the waves and — I imagine — the curve of my back, the wet trail down my legs, the soft swing of my now-limp but very satisfied cock, still flushed and happy in the warm air. I take the long path back toward the carpark, breathing it all in — the salty air, the low hum of night, the buzz still singing quietly in my skin. There is no better feeling.

7 June 2026

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Een langverwachte ontmoeting waarin verlangen langzaam overgaat in volledige overgave. Hoe meer ik gevuld, geplaagd en gebruikt word, hoe meer de rest van de wereld verdwijnt. Tot er alleen nog tunnelvisie over is Ik heb, zoals afgesproken, thuis m’n tepels al opgepompt met de elektrische pomp. M’n spenen zijn rood, paars, opgezwollen en dik. Het voelt een beetje vernederend om zo bij je aan te komen, maar jij wilde dit en ik volg. Je bekijkt me goedkeurend als ik binnen kom. Ik zit op de trap om mijn schoenen uit te trekken en je komt voor me staan en duwt m’n kin omhoog. Instinctief gaat m’n mond al open, zo gewillig. Je duwt meerdere vingers ruw naar binnen en smeert het slijm over me heen. Jouw vieze, geile sletje gaat extreem gebruikt worden vandaag. Ik heb er zoveel zin in. Ik krijg een leren halsband om en we gaan naar de woonkamer. We kletsen even en dan sta je op en bekijkt m’n opgezwollen tepels van dichtbij. Je speelt ermee, knijpt er in. En ik voel me steeds geiler worden. Je pakt een lint en maakt er een lusje mee om m’n tepels heen. M’n tepels worden strak ingebonden. En ik kijk geduldig hoe je dat allemaal doet. Je maakt het lint vast aan m’n halsband en trekt m’n tepels ermee omhoog. Dan vraag je aan me wat ik het liefste wil, jouw lul diep in m’n kwijlende mond geramd terwijl ik er bijna in stik. Ik knik. Dat is wat ik wil. Je duwt je harde lul diep in m’n mond en ik ontvang je gretig. Ik hunker zo naar die lul van jou. Ik wil je zo diep mogelijk in me. Jouw speciale plekje. Iedere keer als je m’n hoofd beweegt dan voel ik het lint harder om m’n tepels trekken. Het is een super geil gevoel. Je neemt me mee naar boven. Ik voel me zo heet en hitsig. Ik denk dat ik drijfnat ben. Ik moet bij je over je schoot komen liggen. Je smeert glijmiddel op m’n kont. Ik voel hoe je me met een glazen plug bewerkt. Langzaam steeds wat verder oprekt. Ik zweef helemaal weg op dat gevoel. Er is niks anders meer dan dat. Uiteindelijk duw je de hele plug naar binnen en commandeert direct dat je lul in m’n mond moet. Hmmm wat een heerlijk gevoel. Je zegt tegen me dat je me vandaag helemaal gaat vullen. Dat klinkt spannend! Ik moet plat op m’n buik gaan liggen. Je duwt de opblaasplug in m’n kont en pompt het langzaam op. Je gaat me helemaal oprekken en ik kronkel van genot. Af en toe plaag je me met je handen en woorden en ik voel de rush weer door m’n lichaam gaan. M’n weerloze, geile lichaam, gebruiksklaar voor jou. Na een tijdje is de plug helemaal opgepompt en je duwt en trekt er wat aan. Uiteindelijk trek je de plug er uit, terwijl het nog is opgepompt. En duwt direct de tunnel plug naar binnen. Zonder het dopje er op. Je trekt me omhoog en zegt dat de plug er minimaal een uur in moet blijven zitten, omdat je plannen met me hebt. We kletsen en drinken wat. Af en toe plaag je me, maak je steeds wat meer geiler. Zo knap hoe jij dat kan! Dat gevoel is zo lekker! Na een uur neem je me mee naar boven. De badkamer in. Je duwt me tegen de muur, je dwingt me je aan te kijken en je zegt dat je m’n kont helemaal vol gaat pissen. Voor ik ook maar iets kan zeggen, heb je vingers al in m’n keel geduwd. Je haalt ze er uit en geeft me een klap in m’n gezicht. Het voelt hard, maar toch voel ik de warmte in je handen en zie ik de warmte in je ogen. Je dwingt me diep adem te halen terwijl je me strak blijft aankijken. Je zegt dat ik op m’n knieën moet gaan zitten met m’n kont omhoog. Je trekt de tunnelplug uit m’n kont. M’n kont blijft helemaal open staan doordat die plug er al meer dan een uur in zat en ik helemaal ontspannen ben door de geiligheid. Ik sta helemaal open voor jou. Een grote, open uitnodiging. Je hoeft niet eens moeite te doen om me te vullen. Ik voel hoe je plas bij me naar binnen stroomt. Heerlijk warm. Je eikel af en toe tegen me aan voelend. Je hebt super veel gedronken, het lijkt lang te duren. Wat een genot. Als je klaar bent stop je de plug met de dop er op weer in me. Je laat me op het krukje zitten en ik mag je lul helemaal schoonlikken. Je zegt nog een klein beetje te moeten plassen en ik doe gelijk m’n mond voor je open. Ik wil je plas aan twee kanten in m’n lichaam voelen. Je neemt me mee naar de slaapkamer en zegt dat ik op m’n rug op de tafel moet liggen. Je masseert m’n buik en ik voel je plas van binnen klotsen. Ik ben jouw vieze, geile plas teefje. Ik zie aan je ogen dat jij er net zo hard van geniet als ik. Je loopt achter me langs en duwt m’n hoofd omlaag en zonder enige moeite druk je je lul in m’n mond. Ik voel je direct stijf worden. Je beukt zo hard heen en weer dat ik je plas in m’n buik heen en weer voel gaan. Wat een super intens gevoel! Ik moet voorovergebogen met m’n buik tegen de tafel gaan staan. Je grijpt m’n staart vast en ik voel hoe je je lul diep in me stoot. Al m’n gaatjes zijn gevuld met jou. Je laat me meerdere keren herhalen dat ik jouw vieze sletje ben. Voor ik het weet heb je je lul uit me gehaald en duw je je vingers in me. Die magische vingers van jou weten precies wat te doen. In al die jaren ben ik ontelbare keren klaargekomen op die magische vingers. Nog één keer dwing je me stil te blijven liggen terwijl je me strak aankijkt. Je hele vuist gaat naar binnen. Ik hou er van om gefist te worden, maar nu met je plas in m’n kontje voelt het echt next level geil. Terug in de badkamer druk je me heel ruw met m’n gezicht tegen de muur. Je trekt de plug eruit en duwt je lul in m’n kont, nog voordat de plas eruit komt. Anaal klaarkomen vind ik zo geil. Je neukt me zo hard, ik voel je plas langs m’n benen lopen. Als ik weer plaats moet nemen op het krukje, gaat m’n mond weer open. Ik zie je lachen, je vindt het leuk als ik zulke dingen instinctief doe. Je neukt me ongelooflijk hard in m’n keel. Alle laatste restjes plas spuiten uit m’n kont. Tot je zelf uiteindelijk keihard klaar komt, diep achterin m’n keel.

7 June 2026

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I met this mature MILF via another site years ago. We had then one steamy encounter. After that we kinda lost contact, also because of the distance. A few months ago I couldn’t resist the temptation and signed up for that site. And guess what, she was on there. We made contact again and kind of jokingly I said why don’t you come over for a weekend to my place? I moved to Italy and she is from Belgium. The weather is always a good excuse. She said she would think about it. A few weeks later she asked when can I come over? My dick instantly became rock hard. After checking the calendar a date was chosen. I drove to Nice airport (40 min from where I live) with anticipation. Yep, she was there in a thin summer dress that followed her sexy curves. Mmmmm. In the car she was already rubbing over my bulge and I went under her dress... surprise 1, no underwear, she took it off at the airport. She was definitely in the mood. At home we immediately undressed and jumped in the pool. A sad at the edge, my legs dangling in the water, she came over and started a long and wet blowjob. Wow, here I am in the sun and having my dick sucked by this sex machine. After a while I took her out and went to a couch, she mounted me as a cowgirl and started riding my cock. She used her hips to great effect. Her big soft tits dangling in from of me, I started sucking her nipples. I was so horny and wanted to share. On another site you can live stream I asked her if she liked that? The look in her eyes told me what I needed to know. Horny bitch. I turned her around, fired up the iPad and iPhone , now reverse cowgirl… For my the best position, see that hot and hard rod disappearing between her beautiful firm ass in her wet cunt. She did a great job, also according a lot of the viewers, great comments made us more hornier. It did not take long before I shot a warm load of sperm in that dripping pussy… We continued the whole weekend, I came in her mouth, over her tits… She was so hot, kinky. Now we’re looking for a hot woman, she wants to eat my sperm together with another MILF. And eat pussy… Hopefully next adventure. For us, a weekend from Heaven.

6 June 2026

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If I was with you now I’d draw you close to me in my strong arms and hold you tight. Caress your soft hair as I kiss your full wet lips. You’d open your mouth to mine and our tongues would meet. You feel my hardness pressed against you and feel the pressure between us grow. I’d peel your clothes away as I continue to kiss and run my fingers through your hair. I’d run my tongue up and down the soft smooth flesh of your neck sending tingles through your body. My fingers and hands would explore your body and massage your clit through your panties. I’d feel the heat and wetness of your crotch. I’m now devouring your breast as I lay you on the bed. Flickering my tongue over each nipple in turn till they are rock hard like my cock. I slowly move down planting soft kisses on your belly. I can smell your sweet scent and it drives me wild. You part your legs for me and I lick up and down your thighs taking my time to explore. I suck on your wet panties. Mmmmm so sweet and delicious. You feel my tongue on you through those sopping panties and you squirm with delight. I slowly peel away your panties with my teeth then discard them. I gaze at your beautiful pussy glistening like a rose in the morning dew. I lick and suck its delicate petals so gently and softly. I trace my tongue up and down your slit as your hips start to move in rhythm. You let out a soft moan as my tongue finds your clit. Your mound fully risen now as I go to work. I slowly circle your clit over and over my hands in your arse cheeks guiding your every movement. I flicker my tongue over your clit as you push into my face. I suck on your clit and release it flickering my tongue faster and faster. I turn you over on your knees and explore both your holes with my tongue. My tongue just long enough to lap at your clit from behind. I guide my rock hard cock into your sopping wet hole. It glides effortlessly inside you. You feel my hardness consume you. I begin to thrust in and out of you. Slowly at first then faster and faster.The tension builds and we grasp at each other as you force me deep inside you. You feel your whole body tense as you begin to cum again. My balls shoot up inside me and my cock explodes. You feel the impact of my hot cream deep inside as my cock jerks and spasms. Hot lava filling you and our juices mingle as we both cum and reach ecstasy. We collapse on the bed embracing.

6 June 2026

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I’m not even sure what I was looking for when I placed the ad. Some physical contact, a new experience. An awkward encounter with a similarly clueless man, eager to put his hands on another. Presumably someone older than me, jaded by an inability to find the sex of his dreams (or his porn habits) instead turning to the easy option — a doppelgänger who would play with his penis for fun. The ad read ‘wanted — shower wank’ and was non-specific beyond that. Hot water + soap + nudity = mutual pleasure. As far as bait goes, there was barely anything on the hook. But somehow, it turned into my first threesome, and the best sex of my life. The first threesome I ever had fell into place in a way that felt almost surreal. The setup was like a porn film with a plot that stretched believability. Once placing the ad, a stream of responses trickled in. A couple were overly aggressive ‘let me fuck you in the ass’, ‘drain my cock’ and not worthy of reply. But then, one response stood out. A man reached out, interested — but with a twist. He very casually dropped in that he wanted to involve his girlfriend. And, as an afterthought, he asked if I’d be okay with him wearing women’s underwear. I found the request oddly endearing, although my overwhelming assumption was that he wasn’t genuine, that this was a bot or a scam, or just someone wasting time. Nowhere in his response did he even mention the scenario I was proposing, which included two men soaping each other up in the shower. He admitted it would be his first time with a man, that he was nervous. I reassured him it was fine, and that I was in a similar boat. I could talk a big game via messages but was similarly inexperienced, unsure exactly what I liked or disliked, apart from taking my clothes off and letting curiosity spark inside me. The idea of being with an inexperienced man while his girlfriend watched — or even joined in — was intoxicating in a way I hadn’t expected, mostly because of the impossibility of it all. I guess this is how people fall for scams and catfishing, I told myself. As I drove toward the hotel, my excitement continually tempered with skepticism. Was this real? Would I show up and find no one there, or worse, some kind of elaborate joke? But I was a single man, with no prospects other than those in my head. I was ripe to be played and taken advantage of, but felt I ultimately had nothing to lose. I got lost twice, circling unfamiliar streets, my mind buzzing with doubts. I fulfilled the one request of me on the way — I picked up some lube from the supermarket. An odd request, given I had specified my lack of interest in anal sex of any kind. But I figured it could have a myriad of purposes, or perhaps be an obscure test of how genuine I was. Finally, I arrived. The door opened almost immediately, and there she was — his girlfriend. And she was stunning. The kind of woman who, at a glance, I’d assume wouldn’t give me the time of day. Long legs, toned body, soft curves, full lips that curled into a knowing smirk as she looked me up and down. Her hair was bleached blonde with a full five centimetres of darker regrowth, a look I had always loved. It read like a stylish choice, not a lack of care. She was confident and polite and effortlessly sexy. I kept looking for the catch, the ‘gotcha’ moment. “You found the place,” she said, and added “you’re cute”, while stepping aside to let me in. Her confidence was magnetic, effortlessly drawing me in. I stepped inside, an expansive and comfortable hotel room with a balcony overlooking the beach. The perfect place for a couple to escape reality to live out some fantasies. I wondered if perhaps they were from interstate, or what might possibly allow them such freedom to mutually arrange this visit. The space was simple but inviting — soft lighting, a long stone island bench top, some beers and a bottle of Coca Cola, with a bottle of wine open on the table. The boyfriend lurked on the other side of the bench, barely acknowledging me. He was hunched over and wearing a thin black hoodie, cradling what looked like a bourbon and coke. My assumption was a case of overwhelming nerves, and I didn’t really blame him. I went into autopilot, forgetting how otherworldly this was and slipping into my part. I accepted an offer of a drink, and we talked logistics. Condoms? Yes. Anal sex? No thanks. Play it by ear? Sure. I was still waiting for him to find his voice, for her to take a back seat. To my surprise, she took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom, without speaking a word. She closed the door behind her, maintaining her light grip on my hand. “He’s still getting himself together,” she said, turning to face me. “A little nervous. But he’ll join us when he’s ready.” I swallowed, the reality of the situation settling in. Was this really happening? It felt entirely too good to be true. Before I could process it fully, she stepped in closer, her body brushing against mine, her scent — something warm and sweet — filling my senses. She placed her mouth on mine and kissed me, slowly and confidently. I kissed her back as best as I could from my frozen, semi-confused state. Before I could make any move, or even rest my hands on her body, she stepped back and gripped the hem of her sundress, lifting it up and over her head in one fluid motion. No hesitation, no shyness. Just pure, unfiltered confidence. Underneath, she was wearing nothing but a black lace thong and bra. My breath caught as I took her in, my eyes tracing the curves of her body, the smoothness of her skin. She smirked at my reaction, then reached for the front of my shirt, pulling it up over my head before working on my belt, my jeans. My hands found her waist, then slid down to grasp her ass, firm and perfect under my palms. Things were moving so fast I became determined to show some agency, some confidence of my own. She sank to her knees, her fingers curling around the waistband of my underwear. Slowly, agonisingly, she peeled them down, freeing me. I stepped out of my underwear and she brushed my penis and balls with an assessing gesture, feeling the handful and clearly liking what she saw. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, a glint of mischief in them before she leaned in, taking me into her mouth with a tenderness that sent a shudder through my spine. Her lips were soft, her tongue deliberate. I exhaled, threading my fingers into her hair, still half in disbelief that this was really happening. She worked her mouth back and forth on my cock with subtle moans and breaths, placing a hand on my lower back and tracing down to my bum. I was enjoying the view of her pert and athletic bum in the lace thong, and feeling like the luckiest man on earth to have her attention. After a while, she stood, her lips glistening, and pressed her mouth to mine. The kiss was deep, consuming. Our hands roamed, grasping, exploring. I let my palms slide up her back, then down again, fingers digging into her curves and squeezing her behind. I lifted to unfasten her bra, and she hastily helped me by standing back and sliding it off her shoulders and straight to the floor. Her breasts were small but perfect, her nipples pebbled under my touch as I leaned down to kiss them, savoring the way she arched into me. I was sliding my hands up and down, soaking in the sensation of her smooth, sweet skin as much as I possibly could. She guided me backward toward the bed, pulling me down with her. I hovered over her, pressing my lips to her neck, her collarbone, trailing my way down her stomach. She writhed beneath me, her breath hitching as I moved lower, my mouth leaving heat in its wake. When I reached the waistband of her thong, I hesitated just long enough to tease before hooking my fingers in the fabric and dragging it down. She was already visibly wet, her body responding before I even touched her properly. She was very smooth apart from a small polite landing strip perched above her vulva. I kissed the inside of her thighs, inhaling her scent, feeling her muscles tense in anticipation. Then, finally, I pressed my mouth to her, tasting her, savouring the way she gasped and arched against me. I didn’t rush. I wanted to make her fall apart. My tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, circling, teasing, pressing. She responded effortlessly, running fingers through my hair and pressing me into her, returning her hands to clutch her own breasts and grasp at her nipples. I followed suit and reached a hand up and clenched hard on a nipple, eliciting a moan that was partly a shout of excitement. It cast my mind to the other party missing from the room — what was her boyfriend doing? Was he watching from somewhere? Had he grown upset that we were having too much fun, and left? These things flickered in my mind and were quickly absorbed by the writhing sounds and scents of this beautiful woman. I was going to make the most of it regardless. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, matching the rhythm of my mouth. Her fingers tangled in my hair, gripping, tugging, her moans growing louder, needier. I could feel her body tightening, her thighs trembling as pleasure built inside her. I could tell she wanted me to press harder and faster. I lifted back and caught her eye, and her gaze was mesmerising. I was in charge in a way I was not used to, and I embodied the character completely. I returned her gaze, dark with lust and longing. I could feel the walls of her vagina tense and flex around my fingers, and I pressed deeper. For at least ten minutes, I stayed there, lost in the taste of her, in the way she responded so beautifully to my touch. Then, breathless and desperate, she reached for the bedside table, grabbing a condom and pressing it into my hand. I knelt up, rolling it on quickly, and positioned myself between her legs. No hesitation, no teasing. I entered her in one slow, deep thrust, swallowing the way she gasped beneath me. The connection was immediate, electric. We moved together, shifting through positions, exploring each other with reckless hunger. The hotel window framed a breathtaking view of the beach, the waves rolling in the late afternoon sun, but my focus never left her. Even though we had only just met, our chemistry was undeniable. Every thrust, every movement was met with eager reciprocation. She held my gaze, her lips parted, her breath shallow. “I love the way you look at me when you do that,” she whispered, voice thick with pleasure. Still, no sign of her boyfriend. He eventually arrived, stepping into the dimly lit room with hesitation, his body tense with nerves. He was skinny and lean, with sporadic dark chest hair. He was wearing frilly black underwear that clung tightly to his lean frame, a contrast to the raw sexuality that had already filled the space. His eyes flickered between us, a mixture of apprehension and arousal playing across his features. He barely looked up, and had is arms folded around himself as if someone was making him do it, shy and repressed. It felt almost comical, but I owed him a great debt for the pleasure I had already had, and felt sympathy for his nerves. He dropped to his knees, attempting to take me into his mouth while his girlfriend watched, her lips slightly parted, her gaze locked onto mine with that same electrifying intensity. But I could feel his hesitation, the way his movements were uncertain, the way he barely knew where to place his hands. He was trying, but his uncertainty made it clear he needed more time to ease into this. He had one hand on my shaft and the other on the small tent poking the middle of his lacy underwear. I focused on her instead, letting my hands roam over her body, cupping her breasts, sliding over the curve of her waist. She responded eagerly, her body arching into my touch, every shift and sigh telling me exactly what she wanted. She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “Keep going… I love watching you like this.” We returned to having sex, her legs wrapping around my waist as I thrust into her, her breath coming in soft, urgent gasps. I could feel her tightening around me, her nails raking over my shoulders. He sat off to the side, watching with wide eyes, one hand stroking himself slowly. I could tell he was high, his movements sluggish but fascinated, his attention locked onto the way we moved together. I wasn’t complaining. If anything, the whole situation made it even hotter. After a while, his voice broke through the rhythmic sounds of our bodies moving together. “I want you to finish on her face,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. It wasn’t something I typically did, but when I glanced down at her, she bit her lip and gave me that same sultry look she’d been giving me all night. Her pupils were blown wide with lust, her expression a silent invitation. That was all the encouragement I needed. As I pulled out, she shifted onto her knees, her mouth slightly open, her tongue peeking out as she waited for me. The tension coiled in my spine, the sheer eroticism of the moment pushing me over the edge. I could see his eyes fixated on my cock, and my body, while not muscular, was flexing and shiny with sweat. With a deep groan, I came, hot and thick across her flushed skin. She closed her eyes, a small, satisfied smile playing at her lips as she ran her fingers through the mess, smearing it slightly before wiping it away with a towel. The boyfriend disappeared almost immediately, mumbling something about needing a drink. I wasn’t particularly concerned. Instead, we cleaned up together, taking a moment to touch and stroke each other, the contrast between the rawness of before and the tenderness of now making it even more intimate. We stepped out onto the balcony, the cool afternoon breeze brushing against our bare skin. The beach stretched out before us, and an attentive passer by could probably spot our naked figures. I couldn’t possibly care less in that moment. She handed me a drink, and we clinked our glasses together before taking a sip. We made a bit of small talk, catching our breath. She turned to me with a satisfied smirk, her eyes flicking downward. “You have a really nice cock, you know that? Especially that thick head…” Her fingers trailed lightly over my forearm as she spoke, her voice laced with appreciation. I couldn’t help but grin. The boyfriend lingered nearby, silent. He seemed to have retreated into his own head, leaving the two of us in our own little world. After about ten minutes of lazy conversation, she leaned in, her lips brushing against my neck. “Do you want to go again?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. I checked the boyfriend for a reaction, but he was gazing out to sea. Who was I to say no? We moved back into the room, the anticipation building once more. I laid her down, spreading her thighs as I settled between them. I kissed my way down her body again, taking my time, savouring her shivers and soft gasps. Impossibly feeling nostalgic for moments that happened within the hour. I traced the same placed, and pressed the same buttons. Fatigued, we were slower and even more intimate. I was embodying the character again, this time feeling in love as well as lust. I had never felt so good, and my gratitude was expanding. My tongue teased her, tracing patterns over her sensitive flesh, while my fingers pressed inside her, curling just right. She arched against me, her hands twisting in the sheets, her breath coming in quick, uneven moans. The heat between us built again, effortlessly slipping back into the rhythm we had already found. Another condom, another slow, deliberate thrust as I entered her from behind this time, gripping her hips firmly as I moved. I was delighted to see her body from an angle I hadn’t considered yet. I knew I would struggle to come a second time, but that didn’t matter. The way she clenched around me, the way her moans filled the air, the way her body moved with mine — I was as hard as I had ever been, and I intended to make this last. He reappeared after a while, stepping back into the room with a newfound sense of purpose. His eyes flicked between us, his nerves from earlier seemingly replaced by something bolder. He hesitated only a moment before making his request. He wanted me to take him. I had already been clear that it wasn’t something I was into, but he asked anyway, his voice laced with hopeful anticipation. And after everything — the afternoon’s intense pleasure, the way his girlfriend had thrown herself into me with such abandon — I felt an odd sense of obligation. Like I owed him something for letting me experience this with her. So I tried. But the moment I even attempted it, the reality hit me. My body shut down, the arousal I had been riding on all night vanishing in an instant. I went completely soft. He took it in stride, laughing it off, brushing his fingers through his hair. “No worries,” he said, his tone light, though I caught the flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. “Maybe just come on my face instead?” I hesitated, but again, I tried. He knelt before me, eyes shut, lips slightly parted as he waited. She sat beside us on the bed, watching with an amused expression, running her fingers over her still-sensitive skin. I stroked myself, pushing for that last bit of release, but it just wasn’t happening. I spent ten long, drawn-out minutes trying, feeling the awkwardness creep in with every passing second. Eventually, I gave up. We untangled ourselves, the energy in the room shifting from feverish to something subdued, uncertain. I slipped back into my clothes, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and detachment, as if I were already watching the whole night play back in my head from a distance. A few quick goodbyes, no promises of next time. I stepped out into the cool evening air, letting the door shut behind me, and left them there in that hotel room overlooking the ocean. A week later, an email appeared in my inbox from an address I didn’t recognise. The subject line was empty, but the message itself was simple and biting — something along the lines of calling me a whore. No context, no signature. I always assumed it was him. But the thought didn’t bother me as much as the fact that I never saw her again. I knew her name, but that was it — no way to reach her, no way to seek her out without stepping into the realm of something desperate. I kept hoping, though. Hoping I might run into her somewhere, catch a glimpse of that sultry smile again, even just for a second. But I never did.

1 June 2026

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