Eindelijk het is weer zo ver, de vakantie staat eindelijk weer voor de deur. Al weken kijken we ernaar uit om er even lekker op uit te gaan en de zon weer op te zoeken. De laatste maanden waren behoorlijk pittig, niet alleen thuis maar in mijn geval ook op werk. Hectisch, stressvol en weinig tijd voor jezelf. Daarom kijken we nu ook zo enorm uit naar anderhalve week zon, zee, strand en helemaal niks. Niks moet . We gaan vooral lekker relaxen, de omgeving verkennen en even helemaal bijkomen en opladen.  Natuurlijk zijn er ook wel dingen die ik ga missen de komende weken. Dingen zoals het contact dat ik heb met Jessica. Ja ik ben getrouwd (en zij ook) maar beiden missen we de spanning en de passie thuis. Natuurlijk is zoiets niet netjes, maar soms moet je ook aan jezelf denken is mij wel eens verteld.  En dus hebben wij het afgelopen half jaar regelmatig app en mailcontact over de spannendste en geilste dingen. We hebben elkaar nog nooit ontmoet maar zelfs online springen de vonken er regelmatig vanaf. We zijn straks beiden met vakantie en hebben afgesproken om tijdens de vakantieperiode minder contact te hebben. Simpelweg omdat de kans dat we betrapt worden een stuk groter is als je 24 uur per dag bij je partner bent.  Inmiddels zijn wij op weg naar ons hotel ergens in Griekenland. De bus stopt halverwege de hoofdweg en de reisleider verteld dat ons hotel een stukje verderop in deze zijstraat zit. De bus kan deze straat niet in en dus zit er weinig anders op dan de laatste 150m te lopen. Terwijl ik met onze koffers het licht hellende weggetje inloop denk ik ineens een bekend gezicht te zien. Langzaam draai ik mijn hoofd verder naar links en zie haar lopen aan de andere kant van de straat. In een prachtig geel zomerjurkje loopt ze richting de hoofdstraat. Ze kijkt achterom en ze ziet hoe ik naar haar staar. Zij loopt door en ik krijg vervolgens een por in mijn zij. "Wat is er?" vraagt mijn vrouw die zich afvraagt waarom in midden op de weg blijf staan. "Ow niks, ik dacht alleen dat ik een oud-collega zag". Ik pak haar hand en onze koffer en samen lopen we verder naar het hotel. We hebben een prachtige kamer, of eigenlijk een suite, met een zwembad op het balkon en een prachtig uitzicht over de zee. Tijdens het uitpakken van onze koffers krijg ik een berichtje van Jessica: Wat een verassing zeg! "Wordt het misschien toch nog een spannende vakantie, voor ons allebei. Of was jij het niet die ik zag aan het begin van de straat met je vrouw?" Even weet ik niet of ik zal antwoorden maar als snel stuur ik haar een korte reactie: "Dat was ik inderdaad en wat zag jij er heerlijk uit!" Ik krijg een knipogende emoji van haar terug en berg daarna snel mijn telefoon op. We besluiten om even een uurtje of 2 te rusten voordat we gaan kijken waar we willen eten.  Lekker uitgerust en na een verfrissende douche zijn we klaar om de omgeving te verkennen en een hapje te gaan eten. We zijn net 2 stappen het hotel uit als het ineens onwijs hard begint te regenen. Een tropisch buitje noemen ze dat geloof ik. We hebben niet echt zin om te wachten tot het droog wordt en besluiten om dan maar wat te gaan eten in het hotel en daarna de omgeving te gaan verkennen. We krijgen al snel een tafeltje toegewezen en na wat drinken te hebben besteld wordt het tijd om een rondje langs het buffet te gaan doen. Er zitten genoeg lekkere dingen tussen en al snel zitten we weer op onze plaats te genieten van ons drankje en onze eerste maaltijd onder de Griekse zon. En dan zie ik haar weer lopen, in een prachtige zwarte jurk die haar vormen prachtig doet uitkomen. Te lang naar haar staren is geen optie maar wat zag ze er toch weer heerlijk uit. En ik weet niet of het aan mij en het tekort aan seks lag, maar wat straalde ze een hoop geilheid uit. Ik kreeg het er gewoon warm van, alleen maar door naar haar te kijken.... Ze gingen een stukje verderop zitten en zij ging precies zo zitten dat ik haar kon zien. Het rustig aan doen tijdens de vakantie leek ze te zijn vergeten en ik kreeg steeds meer moeite om mij te concentreren op het gesprek met mijn eigen partner. Die ging niet veel later even naar het toilet en dus kon ik even rustig ademhalen. Ik pakte mijn telefoon er even bij en zag een ongelezen bericht van Jessica met foto. Hoe ze die zo snel gemaakt had weet ik niet, maar ik kon op de foto duidelijk zien dat ze geen slipje droeg terwijl ze daar aan tafel zat. In haar berichtje stonden 4 woorden: "Vind je mij geil?" Daar kon ik maar 1 antwoord op geven en dat was een JA, in hoofdletters. Een nieuw berichtje volgde:" Als je pik lekker stijf is, ga dan naar het toilet en laat het mij zien". Mijn hoofd werd rood bij het lezen van dit bericht maar ik kon niet ontkennen dat ik steeds geiler werd.  Toen mijn vrouw terug was gaf ik aan dat ik ook even naar het toilet moest. Iets met het eten ofzo en ik stond op en ging op zoek naar de toiletten. Ik zag Jessica met een grote glimlach aan tafel zitten terwijl ze een slokje nam van haar wijn. Eenmaal op het toilet pakte ik mijn telefoon erbij en maakte een kort filmpje om haar te laten zien hoe geil ik was. Ik zorgde ervoor dat ze mijn stijve pik goed kon zien en speelde er even mee. Niet alleen omdat het zo lekker voelde maar ook om haar te plagen en een beetje uit te dagen. Binnen een paar seconden had ze mijn berichtje gelezen en dus wachtte ik op een reactie. Maar die bleef uit, tot er op de deur van het toilet geklopt werd. "Bezit" zei ik zachtjes in mijn beste Grieks. "Weet ik" hoorde ik aan de andere kant van de deur. "Doe snel open voor iemand mij ziet".  Ik had nog nooit zo snel van mijn leven een deur geopend en weer gesloten. Daar stond ik dan, met mijn broek op mijn enkels, pik stijf vooruit en een van de geilste vrouwen die ik ooit ontmoet had. "Hmmm wat een heerlijke pik heb je" fluisterde ze in mijn oor terwijl ze met haar rechterhand mijn pik vastpakte. Met haar linkerhand stroopte ze haar jurk omhoog en liet mij zien dan ze er echt niks onderaan had. Even wreef ze met mijn pik over haar natte en gezwollen lippen, gevolgd door een zachte kreun in mijn oor. "Ik wil hem even in mij voelen, dat mag wel toch?" Ze deed een stap dichterbij en tilde haar rechterbeen op. Langzaam gleed mijn pik tussen haar natte lippen en wat voelde dat heerlijk. Ze kreunde en met een diepe zucht liet mijn pik weer los. Glimmend van haar geile sappen sprong mijn pik weer omhoog en ik was klaar om hem weer in dat heerlijke hete kutje te laten glijden. "Daar hebben we nu jammer genoeg geen tijd voor lekker ding" zei ze. "Later" zei ze terwijl ze op haar knieën ging zitten en meteen haar lippen rond mijn eikel sloot Ze begon meteen te likken en te zuigen aan mijn inmiddels erg gevoelige pik. En de blik in haar ogen, die was zo vreselijk geil..... Ik voelde dat ik al snel ging komen en dat was precies waar ze op hoopte. Een paar seconden later spoot ik mijn warme zaad al diep in haar mond. Haar tong bleef maar rondjes draaien om mijn eikel en ik werd gewoon slap in mijn benen. Wat was dit heerlijk zeg! Na ze al uit zaad uit mijn pik gezogen, pakte ze mijn hand en liet mijn vingers tussen haar natte lippen glijden. Ze was zo lekker nat...... Ik kreeg nog een geile blik van haar en ze fluisterde haar kamernummer in mijn oor "1307" zei ze zacht. "Ik wil je deze vakantie zo vaak mogelijk in mij voelen, dus houdt je telefoon in de gaten." Ze draaide zich om en liep het hokje weer uit en tegelijkertijd deed ze haar jurk weer goed. In de spiegel veegde ze het laatste beetje zaad weg uit haar mondhoek en liep weer terug naar haar tafel.  Ik liet mij terugvallen op het toilet en bleef licht verbouwereerd achter. Is dit echt gebeurd? En het enige wat ik nog kon denken was hoe vaak ik haar zou kunnen neuken deze vakantie. Die stap is nu genomen en ik kon niet meer terug. Dat wilde ik ook helemaal niet. Ik kon niet wachten op het moment dat we wat meer tijd hadden samen. Een ding wist ik wel, de volgende ontmoeting word vast 2x zo geil als dit.  Nu maar hopen dat die kans zich snel voordoet want dit smaakte zeker naar meer.  Eenmaal terug bij mijn tafel was er weinig verander. Mijn vrouw zat nog steeds over haar telefoon gebogen en had volgens mij nauwelijks gemerkt dat ik langer was weggebleven dan normaal. "Tijd voor een toetje" vroeg ik? Ze legde haar telefoon weg en samen liepen we richting de toetjes. In de drukte voelde ik nog een hand over mijn broek gaan die nog even in mijn nog half harde pik kneep. Dat kon alleen maar Jessica zijn geweest, die het niet kon laten om nog even een plaagstootje uit de delen bij het passeren. De rest van de avond heb ik haar niet meer gezien, maar dat heerlijke geile gevoel is hele avond nog blijven hangen.  De volgende ochtend hoopte ik haar bij het ontbijt weer te zien, maar dat was niet het geval. Tijd om de knop weer om te zetten en niet te blijven hangen in het verlangen naar haar heerlijke lijf en de geile blik in haar ogen. De rest van de dag zijn we druk geweest met het verkennen van de omgeving. Prachtige uitzichten, afgewisseld met smalle oude straatjes vol bezienswaardigheden. Restaurantjes met de heerlijkste gerechten en cocktails en de tijd vloog voorbij. Geen moment heb ik nog aan haar gedacht en de heerlijk geile ervaring van gisteravond. Als ik op mijn telefoon kijk zie ik wel een paar berichtjes van haar. Een foto in een prachtige rode bikini terwijl ze lekker op een bedje naast het zwembad ligt te zonnen. Ook deze kleur staat haar goed en ik kan mij voorstellen dat veel mannen haar die dag hebben bewonderd langs en in het zwembad. Ze had zin om die lekkere dikke pik van mij weer in haar te voelen en ze vond het jammer dat onze plannen van die dag niet beter waren te combineren. Ergens deelde ik haar gevoel wel maar ik was ervan overtuigd dat we nog genoeg momenten samen konden doorbrengen in de komende 8 dagen.  Ik vertelde haar dat ik van plan was om de volgende ochtend een stuk hard te gaan lopen langs het strand. Iets dat ik wel vaker doe als we op vakantie zijn en de gym van het hotel niet zo groot en uitgebreid blijkt te zijn als de website deed vermoeden. Dat zag ze niet zo zitten om al zo vroeg eruit te moeten. Ergens kon ik dat wel begrijpen want niet iedereen is het gewend om er zo vroeg uit te gaan als ik.  Het lijkt er dus op dat het lastig zal worden om voor morgen iets af te spreken.  Wij waren zelf pas laat weer terug bij het hotel. Ik heb nog een uurtje of 2 uitgebreid op ons balkon gezeten met een drankje en een goed boek, voor ik uiteindelijk ook mijn bed op zocht.  De volgende ochtend zag ik al vroeg een nieuw berichtje van Jessica. Haar man had besloten om een spabehandeling te nemen deze ochtend. Of ik mijn hardlooprondje niet uit wilde stellen en misschien zin had om samen met haar aan mijn cardio te werken. Ik was meteen klaarwakker bij het lezen van haar berichtje. Natuurlijk had ik wel zin in de cardio work-out! Opgewonden maar ook zenuwachtig bleef ik naar de klok staren tot het 9:00 uur was, de tijd waarop haar man naar zijn spabehandeling zou gaan en waarop ik zou gaan "hardlopen". Ontbijten kon immers tot half 12 en anders kon het ook geen kwaad om het een keertje over te slaan. Er waren genoeg plekjes in de buurt om nog even wat te kunnen eten. Ik sprak met mijn vrouw af dat ik zou proberen om uiterlijk 11 uur terug te zijn om te ontbijten. Zij vond het prima en draaide zich meteen weer om in bed.  8:55 uur, tijd om mijn schoenen aan te doen en op zoek te gaan naar kamer 1307. Ik stuurde haar een berichtje dat ik onderweg was en het enige dat ik terugkreeg was "Eindelijk".  Eenmaal aangekomen bij haar kamer hing er een bordje op de deur met "niet storen". Slim dacht ik nog want stel je voor dat de schoonmakers ineens binnenkomen. Ik stuurde haar: "Ik ben er" en bijna onmiddellijk ging de deur open. Ik stapte naar binnen en meteen sloot ze de deur achter mij. Daar stond ze, helemaal naakt, stijve tepels fier vooruit en zo te zien net onder de douche vandaan. Mijn pik reageerde meteen bij het zien van zoveel moois en dat was ook goed te zien in mijn korte broek. Ze strekte haar hand uit, wreef even over de steeds groter wordende bobbel in mijn broek en trok het touwtje los. Nog geen 2 tellen later lag mijn broek al rond mijn enkels, gevolgd door mijn boxer. Ze pakte mijn hand en trok mij mee de badkamer in. Ik schopte mijn korte broek en boxer uit en liep met haar mee. Met een hupje sprong ze op de wastafel en spreidde haar benen. Wat zag ze er toch goed uit, daar zittend op de wastafel met haar benen wijd en die geile blik in haar ogen. Ze wenkte mij met haar vinger dichterbij en ik kon niet anders dan haar gehoorzamen. Die betoverde geile blik in haar ogen deed wat met me wat ik in jaren niet meer had meegemaakt.  Ik ging op mijn knieën voor haar zitten en had zo meteen een prachtig uitzicht op haar net geschoren en duidelijk zichtbaar natte kutje. Ze pakte mijn hoofd vast en drukte mijn mond meteen op haar gezwollen schaamlippen. Een duidelijker teken bestaat er niet en ik mocht eindelijk doen waar ik zo gek op benen waar ik al zo lang naar verlangde. Ik maakte mijn tong zo breed en zo plat mogelijk en zette hem tegen de onderkant van haar kutje aan. Ze zuchtte diep toen ik een beetje druk zette en mijn tong een stukje tussen haar natte lippen drukte. Meteen merkte ik hoe nat ze was en om eerlijk te zeggen smaakte ze heerlijk. Langzaam ging ik met mijn tong omhoog, steeds iets dieper en verder omhoog. Ik zag de rillingen over haar rug lopen toen ik bij haar clitje aankwam. Een heerlijk moment waar we beiden lang op hadden gewacht en dat misschien nog wel veel geiler was dan ik vooraf had verwacht. Wat was dit lekker zeg! Net als ik 2 dagen geleden kon ik merken dat de geilheid zijn werk deed en ze al snel klaar zou komen. Ze leunde wat naar achteren en schoof wat meer naar de rand van de wastafel zodat ik er nog beter bij kon. Langzaam bleef ik haar likken, van onder naar boven tot ze steeds zwaarder begon te ademen. Dit was het moment waarop ik wachtte. Nu stak ik mijn tong zo diep mogelijk in haar natte kutje. Een klein gilletje ontsnapte er aan haar lippen en toen kwam ze heerlijk klaar, trillend en schokkend zat ze of de wastafel, te genieten van elke lik over haar gevoelige kutje.  Ze opende haar open en zag hoe het geil uit mijn keiharde pik droop. Verlekkerd keek ze van mijn harde pik tot diep in mijn ogen. Ik zag het verlangen ook diep in haar ogen, en dat wat 2 dagen geleden door haar in gang was gezet ging nu toch echt gebeuren. Haar telefoon ging, het was haar man die haar liet weten dat hij naar binnen ging voor zijn spabehandeling. Het was pas 9:11 uur, dus we hadden nog zeker een uur om alles te doen waar we zin in hadden. Nog voor ze de het gesprek met had beëindigd liet ik mijn harde pik al tussen haar natte lippen glijden. Een geile kreun ontsnapte er aan haar lippen voor ze op kan hangen. Ze viel voorover tegen mij aan, sloeg haar handen om mijn nek en tilde zichzelf omhoog. Eenmaal vrij van de wastafel liet ze zich weer zakken zodat mijn pik nog dieper in haar heerlijke hete kutje gleed. Zo bleven we even staan, wat mij wel goed uitkwam want anders had ik haar meteen volgespoten met mijn warme zaad. Iets dat ik zo lang mogelijk wilde uitstellen om te kunnen genieten met deze heerlijke geile vrouw. Ze keek mij geil aan en wist dat ik het moeilijk had. Ze drukte haar stijve tepels tegen mijn borst en begon heen en weer te wippen op mijn pik. Een bijna gemeen lachje verscheen er op haar gezicht terwijl ze haar benen nog strakker om mij heen sloeg. Ze wilde mijn zaad! Ze had het al vaak gezegd maar nu was het duidelijk. Ik lachte een beetje zenuwachtig terug, mijzelf afvragend of ik dit wel kon, maar ze nam geen genoegen met een andere optie, dat was wel duidelijk. En dus gaf ik mij eraan over, ging mee in haar ritme en begon om hoog te stoten. De neukende geluiden vulde de kleine badkamer en maakte ons nog geiler. Het soppende geluid van ij harde pik die diep in haar natte kutje stootte klonk zo vreselijk geil dat een orgasme niet lang zou duren. Ik voelde de tinteling in mijn ballen en kneep stevig in haar billen. Ze wist het, ze ging krijgen wat ze zo graag wilde, mijn warme zaad diep in haar hete kutje. Met een luide kreun kwam ik klaar en spoot de eerste stralen vers warm zaad diep in haar hete kutje. Ze voelde hoe ik haar billen vastpakte, verkrampte en met een diepe grom diep in haar klaarkwam. Ze sloot haar ogen en genoot van het gevoel, mijn opzwellende pik en het warme zaad dat ik naar binnen spoot. 3 of 4 stralen spoot ik in haar voor ik haar met trillende benen weer op de wastafel zette. Ze bleef mij vasthouden en genoot van iedere seconde en hijgde in mijn oor, "Ga door, alsjeblieft ga door, ik ben er bijna" hijgde ze. Met haar benen nog rond mijn middel geklemd en haar handen in mijn nek kwam ik weer in beweging. Nog een beetje wankel op mijn benen maar ik kon geen nee zeggen tegen deze heerlijke schoonheid.  Ik voelde hoe ze zich schrap zette toen ik voorzichtig begin te stoten. Voorzichtig want mijn pik was nog best gevoelig, maar ook nog hard genoeg om haar een tweede orgasme te geven in een half uurtje tijd. Bij iedere stoot kreunde ze harder en begon ze steeds wilder te bewegen tot ze heerlijk schokkend klaarkwam. Ze genoot van mijn nog harde pik en de mengeling van onze geile sappen dat langzaam uit haar kutje droop en een vlek achterliet op de donkergrijze vloer.  Bezweet keek ze mij aan en zag hoeveel ik er ook van genoten had. De spanning die zich de afgelopen maanden had opgebouwd in ons online contact was er op een knallende manier uitgekomen en het einde leek nog lang niet in zicht. Ik leunde naast haar tegen de wastafel en moest een klein beetje op adem komen. Ze draaide haar hoofd en keek mij alweer geil aan. Haar telefoon gaf 9:46 uur aan. Nog een krappe 45 minuten tot haar man weer terug zou zijn en ik kon aan haar zien dat ze graag nog een keer wilde genieten van mijn dikke pik. Even heb ik nog getwijfeld maar deze ervaring was te geil om nu al te willen stoppen. Ik stelde voor om samen even te gaan douchen om onszelf op te frissen en dan zien hoeveel tijd er nog over was voor een geil eindspelletje. De twinkeling in haar ogen zei genoeg en niet veel later stonden we samen onder de douche. Ik stond achter haar en streelde haar prachtige borsten en haar tepels reageerden meteen. Ze genoot van mijn zachte aanrakingen en met haar stevige kontje ging ze al op zoek naar mijn pik. Die was nog steeds half hard en reageerde meteen. Ze voelde het, draaide zich om en nam hem, net als 2 dagen geleden in haar hand. Langzaam trekkend keek ze mij aan en ik wist meteen wat er ging gebeuren. Ze ging door haar knieën en nam meteen mijn half harde pik in haar mond. Wat een heerlijk gevoel is dat toch om je pik op deze manier weer hard te voelen worden. En ik weet dat zij dat ook erg geil vindt. Ze bleef mij geil aankijken terwijl het water van de douche langs haar borsten stroomde. Ze had geen enkele moeite om mijn pik weer hard te krijgen en liet hem zelfs met een luide plop uit haar mond ontsnappen. Ze kwam weer omhoog, draaide haar rug naar mij toe, leunde voorover en drukte haar heerlijke billen tegen mijn harde pik. Langzaam draaiend en bewegend met haar heupen streelde ze mijn pik met haar kont. Ik legde mijn handen op haar billen en streelde haar natte rug. Langzaam naar boven, richting haar schouders en dan weer omlaag langs haar armen. Dan weer omhoog en omlaag maar nu pakte ik even haar borsten vast om ze te masseren. Ze legde haar hoofd in haar nek en genoot van mijn handen over haar hete lijf. Die lieten haar borsten weer los en gingen verder omlaag, over haar buik naar haar heupen. Daar liet ik ze even rusten en positioneerde mijn stijve pik tegen haar natte lippen. Ze voelde mijn eikel lichtjes tegen haar natte lippen drukken en genoot zichtbaar van het gevoel. Kijkend naar onszelf in de licht beslagen spiegel van de badkamer, merkte ik pas hoe erg dit had gemist. Deze geilheid en pure lust die ons hier op dit moment met elkaar verbond terwijl mijn pik langzaam tussen haar lippen glijdt. Steeds dieper tot haar heerlijke billen tegen mijn onderbuik rustte.  Zo bleven we even staan, kijkend naar onszelf en genieten van het moment. Het warme water dat van haar rug afliep, onze versnelde ademhaling en dat heerlijke warme gevoel rond mijn harde pik, er is geen betere work-out dan dit. De tijd ging een stuk sneller dan gehoopt en we hadden nog maar een krap half uurtje om te genieten van onze tijd samen. Tijd om een beetje gas te geven zou ze zeggen en dus drukte ik mijn pik nog even zo diep mogelijk tussen haar lippen. Een luide kreun volgde en drukte haar billen verder naar achteren en zette zich schrap tegen de muur. Langzaam begin ik mijn pik te bewegen en te stoten. Steeds harder en sneller en het water spat bij iedere stoot tegen de glazen wand. Onze ademhaling wordt zwaarder en ons gekreun wordt luider. Ik stoot mijn pik naar voren en omhoog en leun zelf wat achterover en laat Jessica nu het tempo bepalen. Ze gaat op zoek naar mijn handen en zet deze weer op haar heupen. "Harder" zegt ze. "Ik wil je heerlijke pik helemaal in mij voelen en keihard klaarkomen met je pik diep in mij. En dan wil ik je geile zaad weer in mijn hete kutje voelen spuiten." Wauw, met deze vrouw weet wat ze wil en ik ga het haar geven ook. Dit geile gevoel mag van mij nog veel langer duren maar ik voel de tinteling in mijn onderbuik alweer opkomen. "Ik ga zo komen" zeg ik voorzichtig. Ze drukt haar kont nu zo ver mogelijk naar achteren en staat met gestrekte armen tegen de muur geleund. "Neuk me met je lekkere dikke pik. Neuk me hard en diep en spuit me vol!" roept ze geil.  Ik voel dat ik ga komen en ik wil het ook. Ik wil haar zo graag datgene geven wat ze zo graag wil. En wie kan er nu nee zeggen tegen zoveel geilheid.  Nog een keer stoot ik mijn pik diep in haar en met mijn handen houd ik haar vast in deze positie. Heel even nog en met een luide kreun kom ik voor de 2de keer klaar. Precies zoals ze het wil, diep en met passie spuit ik een nieuwe lading zaad diep in deze heerlijke geile vrouw. Ze voelt hoe mijn pik dikker wordt en hoort mijn bijna dierlijke kreun als ik in haar klaarkom. Ze geniet ervan. Van deze macht die ze over mij heeft maar vooral ook van mijn pompende pik diep in haar hete kutje. "Ik kom, ik kom!!" kreunt ze geil als ze mijn zaad in haar voelt spuiten. "Jaaaa, ow jaaa wat geil!!" roept ze als ze schuddend en schokkend haar orgasme beleeft. Bij iedere langzame beweging van mijn pik trilt en geniet ze na tot mijn pik te slap wordt en uit haar glijdt, gevolgd door een flinke lading warm zaad. "Fuck wat is dit lekker en geil zeg. Kunnen we dit niet iedere dag doen" vraagt ze. Mijn eerste reactie is natuurlijk meteen ja, maar ik besef ook dat dit niet kan, hoe graag ik het ook zou willen. Ik kijk diep in haar ogen en ik zie dat ze ervan heeft genoten, net als ik. "We hebben niet veel tijd meer" zeg ik tegen haar. Ze knikt langzaam en ze weet dat ik gelijk heb. Snel droog ik mij een beetje af en trek snel mijn kleding weer aan. Nog 10 min en dan is de massage afgelopen. Ik twijfel nog even of ik haar een zoen zal geven maar ik laat het bij een knuffel. Zij nog heerlijk nat en naakt en ik inmiddels weer in mijn korte broek en tshirt. Heerlijk om haar naakte lijf zo nog even te voelen. Nog even knijp ik zachtjes in haar heerlijke kont en loop richting de deur. Ik draai mij om om haar gedag te zeggen en ik zie hoe ze 2 vingers tussen haar natte lippen laat glijden en ze vervolgens in haar mond stopt. "Hmmmm" zegt ze met een knipoog als ik de deur open en achter mij in het slot laat vallen. Ik kan het nog niet helemaal bevatten wat ik in het afgelopen anderhalf uur allemaal voor geils heb meegemaakt.  In gedachten loop ik terug naar de lift en vraag mij af wat er deze vakantie allemaal nog gaat gebeuren. 1 ding weet ik wel, als het aan mij ligt dan zie ik haar na de vakantie nog vaker......

22 January 2026

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Today I was at a shopping centre to get some stuff from Kmart and Woolies. On my way out, heading into the carpark, I spotted a sexy women dressed in black yoga pants, a black top and she was wearing sunnies. As she crossed the road, she approached me as our paths crossed, I said 'excuse me' and got her attention. I said, 'I just spotted you from over there and I found you a little bit distracting' with a grin on my face. She smiled and laughed. I introduced myself and she gave me her name. I noticed straight away that she had an accent and I asked her if she was French, which she answered 'yes'. We made some small talk and I used my rizz to create some playful banter to make her laugh and feel a spark of attraction towards me. After a while, I asked her what she was here for, she was just going to grab some lunch, so I suggested I join her because I was really hungry, she obliged. So we went to the food court and I got me a big chicken kebab, while she had some thai takeaway. We sat at one of the tables and ate and chatted more. The vibe was good, and I knew how to play the game with French women as I have had girlfriends from France in the past. She mentioned she liked to paint and draw, as an artist myself, I was interested and I asked her if I could see some of her pieces. She said sure, lets go to my place to see. Sweet, and we decided to meet there, she gave me her address and off we went. Her place was only 5 minutes away. She had a two bedroom unit, sharing with a friend, who was at work. She offered me some juice and showed me her gold fish. She put some ambient lounge music on and took me to her room. She had a ton of paintings in her wardrobe, mostly abstract and they were really good. We looked at them for a while, I was sat at the end of her double bed. She then put them back into her wardrobe and sat down next to me. She asked me if I had ever been with a french women? I told her yes, a few, all brunettes, just like you. She put her hand on my shorts at the top and pulled them down including my boxers. She wasn't wasting anytime or mucking about, very forward. She grabbed my cock and put it in her mouth and started yanking on it while sucking it hard. She did that for about 10 minutes, working on it like only a good girl knows how. I was rock solid by then. She stood up and took her top off, while I pulled down her yoga pants. She had a g-string on and I felt her arse and legs with my hands to gauge what kind of fun I was about to have. She had a great body and I pulled that thong off her and had a good look at her shaven pussy. I gave it a small rub with my left hand before she pushed me back onto her bed. As I lay down, she hoped on top, mounted me and put my cock inside her, before she started to ride me. All I had to do was lay back and enjoy. Her hands were on my chest as she continued to ride me using her waist/hips to move perfectly up, down and back and forth, like a real cowgirl. After maybe 15 minutes, she turned around to reverse cowgirl, presenting her arse to me, so I slipped it in and she continued to do all the work. This felt amazing to be fair and I had to concentrate so as to not cum because I could see my cock going into her and her little bumhole squeezing open and shut. She called me a real leader and a boss, for my confidence to approach her had made her feel attracted to me and very horny. That is why she wanted to fuck me immediately. It was now time for me to take control as I got up onto my knees, spun her around and bent her over. I had that little pussy of hers sneaking out the back and I worked my cock in there nice and slowly to tease her. Once fully in, I went hard and fast and really gave it to her. She was flustered and moaning heavily. I knew she was gonna cum if I continued. She started rubbing her clit and she was getting closer to climaxing. I stepped it up to the next level and had her orgasm within a few minutes. She released all her energy in one motion of magical bliss. It was satisfying to get the job done, now all left to do was cum myself. So I lay down and she gave me a solid hand job whilst sucking on my knob until I cummed into her mouth. Merci French women. That was a great wednesday afternoon session. French women are sexy little things.

21 January 2026

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Walking around the neighbourhood on my day off, my wife is at work. A woman approaches me saying she is new to the area and ask for directions. I insist on helping her out, as I’m telling her directions she randomly says she’s actually horny and is looking for someone to fuck. She reaches out and grabs my cock through the window and starts rubbing it, as I start to get hard. I can’t contain myself, I start feeling her breast as she tells me to get in the car. We drive just around the corner to a nice secluded spot and hop in the back seat, she starts salivating on my cock ramming it down her throat, so sloppy and wet, she looks up to me as I pull her up on my lap and slide her down on my cock she’s so wet moaning uncontrollable, she’s bouncing all over it I put her in doggy and have at it, I slip a finger in her ass as I’m fucking her tight wet pussy I start kissing on her neck and she starts to cum squirting all over as she squirts I busted the biggest load into her tight nice pussy, after we finish we both went out ways meeting up in discreet every now and again.

20 January 2026

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I was invited back to my old work's Christmas party where I have lots a strong connections with the people that work there. The party had about 60 people there and the majority there were females (there was probably about 10 guys). There was one or two women that I had my eye on whilst working with them but wouldn't ever cross professional lines by hooking up with them. Enjoyed a great night with everyone but there was no real possibilities for anything further. I volunteered to drive home two of the ladies whom I'd been dancing & chatting with as they were going to continue their partying in the city and we were out in the suburbs a while away. One of them was in the passenger seat next to me and the other flaked out in the back seat. Found ourselves in the car and I couldn't resist but politely slide my hand onto her breast inside her bra. My approach was welcomed and she encouraged my exploration so my hand could venture further south between her legs. All whilst driving I slid my hand underneath her skirt and I carefully pried her underwear to one side to where my fingers found her very soft, very warm and very wet pussy. She moaned as I caressed her and I had to be careful as our drive found us doing speed. Luckily we'd ventured into some freeway roadworks where our speed could drop to a safer 40kms. This is where she found my cock through my pants and she unzipped me. She proceeded to stroke me whilst I played with her massaging her clit and sliding my fingers in and out of her pussy. Her friend in the meantime was out like a light and had fallen into a deep sleep. We finally arrived at their home after about 90 mins later (I strategically ensured our drive was extended by choosing residential streets) where my frisky friend had fallen asleep and the owner of the home in the backseat arose and led us inside. My wet and frisky companion was completely exhausted and my back seat sleeper accompanied her into bed so she could rest. Meanwhile my sleepy friend decided that she'd turn her attention to me. Wow! I felt like I'd won the lottery as we proceeded to kiss, suck and fuck our way into the late morning hours. We fucked about x 4 times in the next 3 hours and I left exhausted and knees weary from carpet burn as the sweat, heat and lust provided the necessary lubrication to assist our salacious nocturnal indulgences. I got home about 4am to rest and recover. The memory of that night brings a smile to my face every time. 🔥😊

19 January 2026

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Master and Slut I am naked spread eagled on the work bench. Am I safe or have I put myself in danger and at the mercy of a stranger who calls himself Master? My thoughts are interrupted when my headphones are lifted and Master announces: ‘Slut I am going to leave you for a few minutes. While I am gone, I expect you to lie perfectly still and, in your mind's, eye replay my seduction thus far. Remember you are my toy for the night. When I return if you have obeyed me and have not earned my displeasure you will be treated to the scent and taste of your Master’s Manhood. But before I leave, I am going to take snapshot of your naked body spread eagled on my work bench. I don't say it boastingly but the black collars around your wrists ankles and neck and tied to my workbench with the red rope will make a great photo. Adding the sixth red rope to you neck collar and placing it artfully just outside your pussy lips is especially evocative. Not only will the end of the rope be handy to tickle your pussy, but if need be it will keep you leashed, and under my control.’ Master replaces my headphones and readjusts my blindfold blocking out all visual and auditory distractions. Floating in a void of nothingness I feel the faintest of faintest tickle on my Yoni. I guess Master is tickling my Fanny with the rope secured to my neck collar. ‘Who would believe titivation with a rope could be so sexually arousing? Absolute stillness prevails so I guess Master has left the room and I am alone. Adrift in a floating world every cell in my body is alive and on fire with lust and desire, but still a little voice nags me that I am a fool to put myself in such a vulnerable position. For the last hour or more my Master has ravished me and indulged my senses with glorious unabridged debauchery. Being dominated and controlled by Master has been a welcomed change from the usual lack luster missionary style of 'wham bam thank you Mamme.' However, I have to admit I also feel a tiny tinge of apprehension. Any normal woman would be filled with trepidation. But perhaps I am anything but normal? In the past out of necessity I have mostly needed to take the lead. Not because I necessarily wanted to, but more due to the fact the man was either inept as a lover or devoid of leadership qualities. When my sexual partner is grounded in his masculinity I feel safe to let go and relax, but sadly all too often my partner has been afflicted with the ‘Physical and emotional inertia syndrome.’ I could choose to lie still and think of England but I am not an empty vessel to be filled nor am I a piece of wood to be drilled so instead I choose to take lead and I have a few tricks up my sleeve to sexually arouse both myself and my partner, but this becomes rather tedious as it is more often the norm rather than the exception. Not only is it draining but also kills my spontaneity and ultimately I fear my sex drive will diminish. Like many of my sister’s I long to relinquish power and hand the baton on. To receive and relax as apposed to always giving and calling the shots. To be given free reign to explore my inner Whore is very appealing. Nevertheless I question my decision to agree to be a slut for a stranger. ‘Can I trust him? Am I safe?’ Mulling over the pros and cons is unsettling and if Master takes too long to return I will start to have more and more misgivings about what was ahead for me. It is challenging to let go of negativity so I try taking myself to task and give myself a pep talk: ‘All will be revealed. Go with the flow and enjoy the debauchery. This is an opportunity to indulge your long held fantasy to be dominated. Don’t be a wimp and give into fear. So far you have already enjoyed the mixture of pain and pleasure and being in heightened state of sexual arousal has filled your cup to over flowing. Don’t back out. Instead imagine what Master has planned to further enhance your sexual pleasure.' My pep talk over I concentrate all my will power to obey Master’s command repeating his instructions out loud: ‘While I am gone lie perfectly still and in your minds eye replay my seduction time thus far.’ A very masculine deep guttural and commanding voice is singing in my headphones, so I let my mind to dance back in time to the beginning of my Master and Whore adventure. It was two minutes away from the bewitching hour. Two minutes away from turning eighty-three and I pondered: ‘Will this be a birthday celebration to remember? Or will I add it to the multitude of a deep well of disappointing sexual adventures?’ I stood nervously at Master’s front door dressed in a hat, stilettos, stockings, and a long flowing feather trimmed sheer black robe covering my skimpy tight fitting black dress. Before leaving home I had double checked my image in the mirror and was confident I looked suitably alluring and sexy but even so I struggled to maintain my bravado and felt the sudden urge to flee but somehow, managed not to heed the voice shouting in my ear: 'You are an idiot! Do you really think you can be a slut for a stranger? A stranger who calls himself 'Master!' Run before it is too late and you make a total fool of yourself! Where is your self respect?' My heart was racing but mustering all my courage I knocked gently on the large wooden green door inwardly praying my soft tap would go unheeded. In my head the song ‘Green door’ helped to distract me from the trepidation threatening to overpower me: ‘Midnight one more night without sleeping. Watching till the morning comes creeping. Green door what’s that secret your keeping’? And I wondered if there was an eyeball peeping behind the green door? What else was behind the large green timber door? Suddenly, the door was flung open and Master wordlessly beckoned me to enter. Obediently, like a puppet on a string (or perhaps lamb to the slaughter) I stepped across the thresh hold. I glanced around the dimly candle lit room with nervous anticipation. The tall bare footed well built stranger standing before me was wearing a black shirt and black pants. His handsome face framed in shoulder length blonde hair was expressionless, but his eyes reflected a smoldering sexual desire. My excitement was undeniable. The lure of debauchery and lust seductively arousing. Even so a little voice urged me to: ‘Leg it!’ Perhaps Master sensed I was on the verge of fleeing because suddenly Master’s deep sexy voice boomed out: ‘Slut if you want to leave do so now. I can’t tolerate wimps, but if you decide to stay these are the rules. Rule number one: You are my Whore, my slut, my salve, my plaything, and at all times you will address me as Master, King, God, Viking, My Lord or Warrior. Rule number two: You must do my bidding and follow my every command. Rule number three: You must do everything in your power to please your Master. Rule number four: Otherwise accept your punishment without a whimper. Rule number five: If you are not able to continue just say the word ‘Pink' and I will cease what ever is bringing you discomfort but it will not please me. Is that clearly understood Slut’? Before I could reply Master repeated his question: ‘I asked you a question Slut. Is that clearly understood?’ ‘Yes! ’I hastened to reply. ‘Yes who?’ Demanded Master. ‘YES MASTER’ I blurted quickly. ‘Well Whore you are starting to get the idea and so far your Master is pleased that you have dressed in your Slut gear as I instructed. You almost look fuckable but don’t let flattery fill your head with nonsense. First you need to prove that you are a worthy Whore for play time with your King. I trust you are primed and ready for me to use you as my toy?’ ‘Yes Master’ I answered in a whisper which was strange giving the fact that we were alone, but I was in awe. Not only by his commanding presence but his husky deep voice sent shivers of desire racing through my body. Standing about two meters away from Master I waited with bated breath ready to obey Master’s every command My legs wobbled like jelly. Well, that is what it felt like. In fact, I wished I had opted not to wear the absurdly high gold sequenced stilettos. I felt I was about to full flat on my face. Literally as well as metaphorically. Seconds ticked by before Master silently began surveying my body. I carefully watched his face for any clues either positive or negative. Beginning at my feet he slowly and methodically checked over my body. Pausing briefly upon reaching my breasts and I think I detected an ever so feint glimpse of a smile tickle the corner of his lips, but then as if having a second thoughts scanned the rest of my body more quickly. Closed his eyes briefly and announced: ‘Slut my first command is for you to dance and as you dance remove your clothing slowly and provocatively, but leave your hat on.’ Again I was on the verge of running back out through the green door, but an invisible force held me captive. Perhaps it was the adrenaline coursing through my body? Perhaps it was the allure of Master and the scent of danger? Perhaps it was the hot rush of pleasure sweeping over me? Perhaps it was my desire to be ravished? Perhaps I am irresistibly drawn to trouble? To be had! To be taken. was forcing me to stay? Perhaps the intoxicating rhythmic beat of drums keeping in time with my heart was casting a spell over me? Perhaps it was Master’s penetrating gaze made me feel desirable, saucy and bold? Perhaps it was all of the above? What I do know is felt like one of those ballerinas in a box that danced when the lid opened because when a woman’s sultry voice sang the Karma Sutra my feet had a mind of their own, and as my feet moved to the rhythm of the drums layers of tiresome societal inhibitions seem to vanish into thin air. My inner Goddess melted with my inner Whore unleashing my secret well of long held sexual fantasies. Free as a bird I danced with gay abandonment. There was rhythm in my footstep and a smile on my face because I was in a place where I didn’t have a care. I just wanted to dance. I danced wild. I danced free. I felt the rhythm in my feet. I felt it in my fanny. I felt it in breasts and I felt it my bones. The rhythm moved down my spine so I gyrated my hips and parted my lips because I was feeling fine. Teasingly I slipped my black feathered gown off my shoulders, but before letting it fall to the floor I kept it alluringly draped off my arms rolling first one shoulder and then the other in a come hither action. Then with a soft shoe shuffle I teasingly slightly lifted my dress and stroked my inner thigh then turning around I shook my tail feathers. Then moving my hips in saucy come hither eights I provocatively very slowly began rolling my dress down over my chests. Paused, then cheekily revealed one breast and then covered it again pretending to have second thoughts before slowly wriggling the dress down over both breasts giving both nipples a playful squeeze on the way, rolled it over my hips then wickedly wriggled my derriere before letting it tumble down my legs with a flourish to the floor. With my dress around my ankles I stood perfectly still pretending it was part of my dance, but truth be told I was fearing I would topple over. I needed to first get my balance before attempting to step out over my dress. Totally lost in the moment and Master’s voice startled me when he commanded: 'Slut go over there and stand on the chair. Raise your arms in the air and shake them. That’s right! Now sit on the chair and split your legs wide apart and let me see your Cunt.’ Without any hesitation or embarrassment I obeyed Master’s orders and before his piercing gaze I stretched my legs wide apart. Whoosh! Torrents of slut butter gushed from my tingling twat and trickled down my legs forming a puddle on the chair. The music ended but my legs remained split wide open revealing my jewel of joy. Unable to move I locked eyes with Master. Was I under Master's spell? Maybe he has hypnotized me? A few seconds passed before I realised that Master was wordlessly beckoning me to stand before him. A mischievous Mona Lisa smile flashed across my face. Then I locked eyes with Master and as gracefully as I could manage to slowly close my legs to my Lilly. For several more seconds I remained motionless until as if by magic I was compelled to obey my Master. I stood in front of him naked except for my stilettos, stockings, suspenders and hat. I felt sexy and so damned fuckin hot and desirable and eager for more. Therefore I was surprised when Master blurted: ‘Slut you have earned my displeasure.’ You are supposed to be naked except for your hat. I will forgive this one transgression, but only if you demonstrate that you can complete the task of undressing to my satisfaction.’ It was unsettling to be chastised by Master but thankfully on the airways Katie Perry singing the song ‘Rise’ helped me to deal with my Master’s disapproval: ‘When, the fire's at my feet again And the vultures all start circling They're whispering, "You're out of time" But still, I rise This is no mistake, no accident When you think the final nail is in, think again Don't be surprised, I will still rise.’ Summoning all my courage I teasingly placed my right foot on the edge of my King’s chair. I admit I was fearful Master may indeed scold me for the bold move, but to my relief he quietly slipped my stiletto off my foot, and I think I detected a small flicker of amusement cross his face. He then paused, glanced up at me and ceremoniously dropped my stiletto to the floor. My confidence soared so I boldly placed my left foot on his lap. Again, Master paused. Seconds passed before he slowly removed my stiletto and with a theatrical flourish raised his arm high but before letting it crash to the floor Master looked deep into my eyes as if to say: ‘You are testing my limits.’ But I was on a roll and Kate was too: ‘I'm beyond the archetype I won't just conform No matter how you shake my core 'Cause my roots, they run deep, oh Oh, ye of so little faith Don't doubt it, don't doubt it Victory is in my veins I know it, I know it And I will not negotiate I'll fight it, I'll fight it I will transform.’ Feeling incredibly saucy my new found confidence spurred me on and regardless of the consequences I lasciviously let my left foot remain on Master’s lap. Then I took my time to undo the buttons on my suspender before ever so slowly rolling the stocking down my thigh, over my calf, off my foot and with a flourish flung it overhead. All along Viking watched me intently, but his face remained expressionless. I was not sure if I had over stepped his rules. Although I was nervous about provoking Master’s wrath nevertheless I defiantly placed my right foot on his lap. This time teasingly close to his groin and wriggled my toes imaging they were tickling his hard Cock Then I paused momentarily before deliberately locking eyes with my Master and waited until I detected a slight nod of Master’s head. With permission to proceed granted I further tested the boundaries. First my fingers traced over my nipples, then down my tummy, and over my muff. Last I dipped one finger into my wet glistening Ladies garden and wickedly sucked my pussy soaked finger. Then I purposefully took my time to roll my other stocking down my leg then finally flamboyantly pulled it off my foot and very lightly brushed the silky softness over my lips. Paused, caressed both nipples, then ever so suggestively trailed the nylon over my loins. Finally I closed my eyes and tickled my Yoni with the stocking. Feeling emboldened I brazenly turned my back to my Master and quickly released the hooks on the suspender belt. In my head the Blues Brothers singing ‘Shake your tail feathers’ spurred me on so with the suspender dangling over my hips I ran my hands up and over my buttocks and shook my tail feathers: Twist it, Shake it, Shake it, Shake it, Shake it baby! Here we go loop di loo Shake it up baby! Here we go loop di lie! Bend over, let me see you shake your tail feather. It was hard not to giggle when the dangling suspenders buttons tickled my tooshie but keeping my composure I turned to face my Warrior and moved my hips in a seductively. Then holding the suspender aloft, I twirled it triumphantly above my head, and finally with a flourish flung it high into the air. I wanted to whoop and holla like a cowgirl, but decided discretion was the better part of velour. Strutting my stuff naked was empowering so I decided to use my hat to end my strip tease dance. Firstly, I covered my breasts with my hat and alternated from being shy and demure to being a brazen hussy and displaying my boobs. Next I covered my snatch and danced alluringly. Master shifted in his chair and crossed his legs. His big toe caught my attention. I had no choice but to obey my inner Slut. Throwing caution to the wind I audaciously danced my cunt over Master’s big toe. Then, Whoosh! Twat juices squirted all over his Uncle Joe. Master was silent. Worried Master disapproved of my rambunctious performance almost took the wind from my sails. But, maybe Master secretly applauded my gutsy performance? So, with an act of bravado I teasingly flung my hat towards him. He leapt nimbly out of his chair and caught my hat with the skill of a basketball player. Then with agility and grace of a practiced discus thrower Master twirled around a couple of times then tossed my little hat in a sideways motion back towards me. Silence followed. Followed by more silence. Still Master gave no indication if he approved or disapproved of my strip tease dance. Standing nonplussed in my birthday suit in the middle of the room I felt rather vulnerable and worried. 'Have I earned my Master’s pleasure or disapproval?' Master still remained motionless. His back turned so I could not ascertain his mood. The muscles under his shirt were tight and I feared I had earned his displeasure. All was quiet on the Western Front for several nerve wracking seconds and I feared all Hell would break loose. My heart was beating loudly and I nearly lost my new found bravado: 'Have I not lived up to Master’s expectations? Perhaps taking the liberty to dance over his big toe was my demise?’ But then with litheness and astonishing speed Master turned and strode across the room. He stood motionless in front of me and I think I saw a shadow of a smirk cross his face. Then he placed both hands on my shoulders and silently surveyed every detail and curve of my body. It seemed like an eternity before Master finally announced in a monotone voice: ‘Now Whore although you over stepped the boundaries I am prepared to overlook your transgression, but only if you satisfy my inspection of your body. ’ Before Master began his inspection I decided to make amends for displeasing him: ‘Please I beg the Master forgive me for my bold display It's your guidance and blind obedience I crave. I will accept your discipline and try not to earn your displeasure. So punish me at your leisure.’ The words spurting out of my mouth took me by surprise Were they mine? Why was I agreeing to be submissive? Acquiescing to being inspected was not only demeaning but a direct contradiction to brazenly throwing down the gauntlet in my strip tease dance. Defiantly I had tested Master’s rules, but now I am doing the exact opposite. It occurred to me that relinquishing control not only offered me the opportunity to explore my submissive side, but being dominated also afforded me an opportunity to let go of trying to control every aspect of my life. Nevertheless the feminist in me was surprised that I did not vehemently object to being treated like cattle in the sale yards. Engrossed in my thoughts I almost jumped when Master’s finger slowly and tantalizing outlined the shape of my lips and I had to forcibly stop myself from parting my lips to suck on his finger. As though reading my thoughts Master slipped just the tip of his finger between my lips but a warning glint in his eyes reminded me to remain perfectly passive and not give reign to my natural response to placate my oral gratification need. Only my eyes moved as I watched Master’s long sensuous fingers slowly continue their downward descent. When his fingers skimmed past my pert nipples I involuntarily let out a small gasp. Again he cautioned me with his eyes to remain unflinchingly still. Master’s hands then caressed my belly in a hypnotic circular motion before teasingly meandering back again towards my breasts. My breathing quickened but again Master’s eyes cautioned me to remain passive. Pausing for a few moments he studied my face intently before cupping his hands over both breasts. For several agonising seconds Master remained motionless and my desperate need to have my nipples squeezed threatened to engulf me. Silently I pleaded: ‘Squeeze my tits! Please! Please Master! Squeeze my tit NOW!' After what seemed like an eternity I gasped involuntarily when Master gently squeezed first one nipple then the other and again I silently begged: ‘Harder! Squeeze harder!’ But Master teasingly waited. Sucked his lips then gently squeezed one tit. Paused and gently squeezed my other tit. Ever so slowly Master repeated this ritual several times. Each time gradually building the intensity of the squeezing. I held my breath as the waves of delectable orgasmic sensations coursed unchecked through my body. My Warrior released his grip on my tits. Waited a nanosecond before rapidly gently brushing his finger tips repeatedly over my very sensitive nipples. Stopped for another nanosecond before tweaking both nipples with considerable force. Lastly as if reading my mind Master sucked first one nipple and then the other. O.M.G! I am off to ‘Gar! Gar! Land’. I desperately wanted the orgasmic sensation to never end. Alas, Master had his own plans and as his hands continued their downward exploration with very soft alluring circular caresses over my body I imagined I was a horse being stroked from head to tail before being saddled up. Slowly but surely his hands caressed closer and closer to the valley between my thighs. His fingers then lingered for a second over my love triangle and when Master’s pointer finger slipped between my rose petal lips it was almost like electric currents sweeping through my body. I think I detected a slight raise of one eye brow when a water shed of Coochie juices squirted down my legs. Otherwise my Master’s composure remained unchanged. On, and on his hands travelled down my thighs and down to my toes. Without pausing My Lord took me by surprise when he lithely knelt on the floor and carefully examined each toe before letting his kitten like touch moved in reverse from my toes, up my legs, lingering teasingly around my loins. Then ever so suggestively lightly trailed his fingers over my velvet purse before gently brushing open the heart of my flower. My heart raced and I marveled that Master seemed to intuitively know my innate sexual longings and desires. My arousal threatened to overpower me so it was comforting to feel his soft caress move upwards over my stomach again. However when his hands returned back to my breasts I was on fire with uncontrollable wanton lust. Master’s eyes wordlessly demanded my total surrender as his fingers slowly, ever so tantalizingly slowly kept increasing the squeezing intensity on my nipples. When Master secured a clamp to each nipple I feared I would die from ecstasy. I guess he detected my complete surrender because deep throaty murmurings escaped from the inner recesses of my being. Appearing satisfied with his frontal inspection my King turned me around then starting from my head slowly began moving his hands in firm circular motion down my back as if checking to see if his 'Play thing' was indeed ready for action. My knees almost buckled from under me when Master’s sensuous hands landed on my derriere. Closing my eyes I savoured the delectable sensation of Master’s fingers dancing like soft butterfly wings on my butt cheeks. Playing with my bottom however, made me somewhat self conscience and I thought how strange it was that I felt no such inhibitions when I brazenly flashed my Pussy not so long back. Suddenly Viking abruptly took a step back and commanded: ‘Slut bend over and touch your toes.' Mortified that Master was dissatisfied with his inspection I immediately obeyed despite my embarrassment. Finally after what seemed like forever my King forcefully tugged my hair pulling me into an upright position. My body was trembling and I worried I may not meet my Master’s approval. Thankfully my fear was dismissed when he announced: 'Let’s see what your nipples look like when I remove the nipple clamps.’ I glanced down to my boobs and was pleased to note my engorged nipples were standing to full attention. Warrior tweaked each nipple and nodded his approval: ‘Whore you will be pleased to know so far so good you have not failed your inspection There is more to still come but thus far I am going to enjoy seducing you’ I heaved a sigh of relief ‘So far so good.’ I whispered triumphantly to myself and braced myself ready for further inspection as Master gently but somewhat menacingly trailed a whip over my body. Starting from my head he trailed it over my breasts gently tapping each nipple before lingering longer between my thighs, then onwards down to my toes. Wielding the whip rather like a cattle prod he indicated for me bend over and turn around then proceeded to tap the whip in a rhythmical beat up my legs. On reaching my derriere Master dispensed with the whip using his hands to drum a rhythmical beat on my butt cheeks. A large wall mirror afforded me the luxury of watching his hands using my derriere as tom toms. I was captivated by my Viking’s undeniable sexuality as his body swayed with both grace and pure unabashed male energy. The song ‘The Little drummer boy’ sprang to mind: ‘Master please suck my tit Par rump-a-pum pum- And I will moan a bit. Par rump-a-pum pum- I need your cock in my twat. Par rump-a-pum pum-Par rump-a-pum pum-  Now please slap my bum. Par rump-a-pum pum- Then for sure I will cum. Par rump-a-pum pum- Par rump-a-pum pum- You and your bum.’ Although my instincts were to wriggle and gyrate my body in synchronicity with Master’s drumming I dared not earn his displeasure. So quelling my natural instincts and going deep within I melted at the edges. All else faded away: ‘Am I my bottom or is my bottom me?’ Master voice startled me back to the present moment with a jolt: ‘Very good Slut. Stand up now. Remember I am in control but if for ever reason you are not able to continue just say the word ‘Pink' and I will cease what ever is bringing you discomfort but it will not please me.’ Master gazed intently at my breasts and circled the whip almost menacingly around each one of my very engorged nipples. God it felt so good. But, then without warning he gently flayed each pink button. The pain was surprisingly arousing and with each flick of my nipples more crème de la framboise ran down my legs. I smiled to myself when Master boomed: ‘Good Whore! I see you are a gusher. Now let me see if this is also going to create more maiden’s water.’ Master forcibly plied the whip to turn me around wielding it to indicate how wide to spread my legs and demanded: ‘Slut bend over and touch your toes.’ Master traced curly cues around my butt cheeks, and I marvelled that the sensation was both simultaneously relaxing and sexually arousing. However sadly my silent prayer that Master would beat out another rhythm on my derriere went unheeded. He was more intent on using his whip to indicate I needed to widen my stance. Teasingly he trailed the whip between my silken veils and the touch of the leather on my Lilly sprayed vulva juice all over the whip. The intoxicating aroma of the leather mixed with my flange butter had my head spinning. I imagined my body was the strings of a violin and Master’s whip was the bow and as the exquisite music permeated every cell in my body I floated in an endless symphony of sensual orgasmic bliss. My Master continued to delicately dance the whip over my very aroused wet lily until once more Witch’s juice squirted on the floor. Just when I wondered how much more I could take suddenly Master wielded the whip a little more forcefully across my buttocks. Not that it hurt but I guess I was more startled: ‘Ouch!’ I cried Again Master demanded: ‘Whose Slut are you?’ Before I had a chance to reply another whip landed on my backside: ‘Ouch!’ Again Master demanded: ‘Whose slut are you?’ This time I quickly answered. ‘Your Slut Master’ and more twat juices gushed unchecked from my tingling hot pussy lips. Every time I replied obediently ‘Your slut Master.’ tension drained from my body and I was curious to know why? But I do know it was a welcome change to let go and hand the power over to the Masculine. My brains pleasure centres were well and truly firing. Perhaps trying to keep control of my world has inadvertently trained me to hold my body rigid for fear of losing control? But I let those thoughts drift away when Masters voice demanded yet again: *‘Whose slut are you’? ‘Your slut Master.’ I hastily replied and braced my body for yet another token whipping. Instead ice soothed my smarting skin and as Master’s hands gently stroked away the discomfort little groans of pleasure escaped from my lips. My whole body was aroused and on fire. So much so I worried my legs would buckle from under me. Thus I was ever so grateful and relieved when my God stood me back to an upright position. What transpired next took me totally by surprise. Master slipped both his hands into mitts made from silky soft rabbit fur and sensuously caressed every inch of my body. It was as though he was admiring a treasured art piece. The soft silken fur on my lips sent me into the depth of unimaginable rapture only surpassed when the rabbit mitts deliciously stroked my breasts. I wondered: ‘Is my skin fur, or is the fur my skin? Am I on planet earth, or somewhere out in space?’ My world was spinning and I feared my pleasure threshold would explode. Thankfully my God must have been privy to my emotional upheaval and all too soon he removed the mitts and silently traced his fingers over my face looking deep into my eyes with a mysterious unfathomable expression. When he ran his fingers gently through my hair and ever so delicately pushed the stray hair off my face I fell into a vast well of longing. So much so I almost believed Master was impersonating the role of a dominate alpha male and in reality he was in fact a romantic softy. But that thought was dismissed when My Lord’s voice jerked me back to reality: ‘Slut remember I am your Master not your powder puff.’ As if to emphasize his point Master grabbed a handful of my hair. Involuntarily, I screamed but unperturbed by my yelping Master forcibly pulled me by my hair and dragging me towards the chair. Stopped abruptly! Stared triumphantly at my naked body then gruffly commanded: ‘Sit Whore!’ Perched nervously on the edge of the chair I tried to anticipate what was to follow. A small tinge of fear threatened my composure and I wondered if I should end my rendezvous as Masters Slut and utter the word ‘PINK.’’ Thankfully before I could chose that option Master interrupted my thoughts: ‘Whore before we continue I will treat you to a visual feast so make yourself comfortable. Beautiful orchestral music exploded into the room capturing the haunting sounds of the wild. I imagined Cougars, Panthers, Lions, and Leopards, moving with stealth speed and agility to the rhythm of the music. I was enthralled and mesmerized as my Warrior walked around me moving with grace of a powerful black panther stalking its prey through the undergrowth. Closer and closer he prowled towards me. But then he swung abruptly around and with measured steps prowled in the opposite direction before standing perfectly still. Then with the stealth of a large cat prowled majestically back towards me again. It was as though I was a hapless mouse being toyed with by the cat and I wondered if I should scamper back to the safety of my hole. But I dismissed that thought and instead feasted my eyes on Master’s handsome face and beautiful body. Like a wild animal he moved closer and closer towards me. Finally standing at close proximity I could clearly study his large strong sensuous hands. Captivated, and hardly daring to breath I watched him slowly, ever so slowly undo the buttons on his black shirt. He took for ever to teasingly undo the last button. Finally the opened shirt revealed a muscled chest and his calm but very sexy demeaner seemed to be saying ‘Look at me I am ever so sexy.’ Then after what seemed like forever and with an intensity that was on verge of overpowering me he looked deep into my eyes, slightly wriggled his broad shoulders before very seductively letting his shirt slip down his arms and fall to the floor. My instinct was to snuggle my face into his neck. I wanted to breath in his sex and feel skin to skin, but I detected a ‘Don’t you dare look’ flashing across Master’s face. Suitably warned I distracted myself by focusing my attention on his hands alluringly hovering at his waist. It was difficult to contain my excitement as I imagined the glorious sight of his member being displayed like a proud peacock. Just the very thought of the visual feast almost had me drooling. Could it possibly get better than this? Master suddenly ceased his enchanting, performance. My disappointment was palatable but not for long. Knowing more treats were waiting for me I closed my eyes and let myself imagine Master in all his naked glory. When I opened them again, he was striding around me before finally stopping directly in front of me. I breathed deeply inhaling the aroma of his maleness. The fragrance of his sun kissed skin mixed with the aroma of male pheromones was such a powerful aphrodisiac it drove me wild. I wanted to melt into the vast sea of lust and longing. Lost in my olfactory feast his voice startled me: ‘I warn you Whore there are still more criteria you need to pass before I decide your fate. I am seeking a toy, a plaything to use at my will. If, and I repeat IF! You meet the following expectations you will be my toy. My plaything to use as I so desire.’ To calm my anxiety while awaiting my fate my mind travelled back in time and I recalled a song about a broken doll that has just been mended. While the doll waits nervously to find out if she looks alright she sings: ‘Is my nose on straight? Do I have a cute expression on my face? Are my blue eyes bright? Do I look alright? I can hardly wait? To be taken on Christmas day?’ In my nervous trance like state I composed my own words and under my breath sang: Do you think I’m hot? Do I have a cute expression on my face? Do you like my twat Please tell me my fate Because I can hardly wait To be fucked by you tonight.’ For several magical moments I was lost in another time zone and missed Master’s command, so he grabbed a handful hair and forcibly made me stand: ‘I said. Stand up! Do you dare to disobey me slut?’ Stoically stood as best as I could. Master let go of my hair and I think I noticed an amused glint in his eye when he spoke: ‘Need I remind you that you are my Slut my toy to use how I please and you must obey. ’Do you hear me Whore?’ At first when I tried to speak my mouth opened but words failed me. I took a deep breath and hastily blurted: ‘Master I am your Slut. I am yours to obey. To please you in every way.’ In a monotone voice Master replied: ‘Next time Slut answer me immediately. I forgive your transgression this time but remember there may not be a next time if you don’t. Now it’s just about play time but first I need to make you ready for me to use you as my toy.’ I glanced at Master and detected an amused glint in his eyes however he appeared to struggle maintaining his stern composure, but then quickly regained control and looped a large studded black leather dog collar around my neck and buckled it quickly. He then fastened a red rope to the collar and gave the rope a couple of gentle playful tugs as if testing I would obediently respond. Gave a grunt of satisfaction stating triumphantly: ‘Time to introduce you to my workbench Slut.’ and tugging the red rope he dragged me to the workbench on the far side of the room. Nervously I surveyed the wooden work bench. Similar to a very low massage table, and quite narrow with two metal loops at the foot, two either side at the head, and one in the middle. I felt more than a little apprehensive when I spied two Roman rings suspended overhead and wondered what would be used for. Hardly daring to breath my eyes quickly glanced at the other items assembled on the table. I counted five more black leather collars nipple clamps and the blind fold. I was curious as to why there was a hair dryer, a couple of large feathers, a pastry cutter, among the neatly assembled toys. There was also a small jug kept warmed by a tea candle. My nostrils sniffed the air, and the aroma of coconut oil immediately fills my senses. I was pleased to note my favourite perfume ‘Red Door’ was included. It was all beginning to make sense. Recalling our initial contact, I remembered Master had given me detailed instructions about how to dress and had asked me what was my favourite perfume. Caught up in my thoughts I failed to hear my God’s next instruction: ‘Are you daring to disobey me again slut? ‘ I instructed you to place your right foot on the workbench. You must do as I commanded immediately or suffer the consequences.’ (God I bemoaned the fact I had forgotten my hearing aids because being hard of hearing resulted in me missing vital instructions from Master.) Quickly I placed my right foot on the workbench. Master appeared to struggle maintaining his stern composure, but quickly regained control. Selecting a black studded leather collar from the assembled toys he very slowly brushed it softly over my cunt then flicked it down my leg before securing it in place around my right ankle. Selecting another collar Master Instructed: ‘Now your left foot Whore.’ I noted a look of triumph on his face as he teasingly traced it around my nipples then trailed it up and down my body in a menacing manner as if daring me to beg for mercy before securing it around my left ankle. My Lord then surveyed his handy work announcing in a monotone voice: ‘Now kneel down in front of me Slut and spread your knees apart and lift both your arms as if surrendering. Close your eyes and keep them closed.’ Immediately, I did as instructed and was taken completely by surprise when slime trail trickled down my legs onto the floor. Kneeling before Master in total surrender had my mind doing loop de loops. Apparently relinquishing my need to be in control was not only liberating but also a huge sexual turn on. Even though a sense of calm swept over me simultaneously every cell in my body tingled with undeniable carnal thirst. Especially, given the fact that kneeling before Master I calculated my mouth was at just the right height as his groin and I yearned to take Master’s Cock deep in my throat. Somehow I managed to quell my burning compulsion. I detected a very gentle movement of air and surmised was Master circling around me and as each second passed my desire to peep was harder to resist. The aroma of Master’s masculine essence threatened to bring me asunder so I heaved a sigh of relief when finally Master grabbed my right hand, opened my fingers and gently tickled my palm. Judging by the feel I guessed it was another dog collar. Master trailed it up my arm, across both nipples, down my left arm before finally securing the collar around my left wrist. With the last remaining collar Master playfully flicked it between my legs teasing my moist swollen pussy lips. Twat juice trickled down between my thighs and as he secured the last collar around my right wrist I heard him almost inaudibly say: ‘Ha, I notice my Whore is making more slurpy juice for me to drink from her fury cup.’ With both my arms still held in total surrender I was starting to get concerned saying to myself: ‘You’ve done it again you fool perhaps this time you will learn your lesson not to mess with fire. How do I get myself out of this mess?’ At what seemed like forever before my Lord yanked my neck collar forcing me to stand and delivered his next instructions: ‘Time to open your eyes now Slut. It’s nearly time for carnal play. Let the wild debauchery rumpus begin.’ Perhaps Master guessed fear was beginning to take hold because when he angled my body onto the workbench his instructions were delivered with a softer more persuasive voice: ‘Lie on your back and splay your arms and legs wide Whore.’ Naked, and spreadeagled like a starfish on the work bench and entirely at Master’s mercy I felt vulnerable and more than a little apprehensive. I carefully studied Master’s demeaner for any clues that would put my mind at rest and noted his jaw was relaxed and decided that was hopefully a good sign. Master paused for a few moments. Perhaps to let me Centre myself before proceeding, or perhaps pleased with the picture of me secured on the workbench he was simply admiring his handy work? But I sensed a growing sense of urgency as he secured each of the five collars to the five metal loops around workbench. Then he trailed the sixth rope attached to my neck collar around my face, over both nipples, over my tummy then ever so softly tickled my Yoni sending warm fuzzies to every inch of my being. It was as if gentle rays of the early morning sunlight were reassuring my body that all was well. Master left the rope just a fraction away from the doorway to Lady Jane and it occurred to me maybe Master had given instructions to the rope to guard my pussy. I smiled inwardly and gave the rope the pet name of: ‘Tickle de de.’ Lastly he held the blind fold aloft. I lifted my head against the restraint of the dog collar eager to be bathed in darkness. This did not please Master so he impatiently pushed my head back onto the workbench. Waiting a few seconds to make sure I understood not to anticipate his actions before quickly positions the blind fold over my eyes and instructing: ‘Now Slut I have you captive. You are my plaything. You my Slut will soon be indulging your olfactory and tactile senses.’ Bathed in darkness was strangely comforting. It was like the closing my eyes on a bright glaring midday sun. Engrossed in my thoughts I was pleasantly startled when my favourite perfume was sprayed over my breasts and around my Lady garden. The aroma wafting around me was intoxicating but my pleasure threshold doubled when Master gently probed his finger into my hungry wet pussy before trailing his finger under my nose. The fragrance of Master’s musky sun drenched skin and my slut butter mixed together with perfume was elixir of the Gods. My nose quivered. I took several deep breathes and saturated my senses in the delectable fragrance of lust. My mind drifted back to a very treasured memory in another place and time many years ago. At the time I was sixteen and I remember I was in the Blue Mountains lying naked on a warm rock beside a water fall. While luxuriating in the glorious sensations of the sun kissing my Yoni a water fall cascading to the river far below was showering me with its cool mist: ‘What fun! Bathing Yoni in the mid day sun. Legs stretched wide Warm rock warming my backside Cool mist on my skin Finger slips in Enjoying the bliss Of a Yoni sun kiss.’ I felt ‘Tickle de de’ kissing my sun-soaked pussy lips and gradually as past memories drifted away like leaves floating down a river I heard the soft humming of the hair dryer. Delicious cool breezes tickled my nipples then lingered longer down below teasing my rose petal lips indulging my tactile senses with wave after wave of erotic bliss and I feared I would drown in my pussy juice. Apparently, Master was gliding ‘Tickle de de’ over my Lady Jane to double the bliss and I bet it surely tickled his fancy watching the expression of rapture on my face because above the music and the hum of the hairdryer I heard my God almost inaudibly say: ‘God I love it when Slut’s juices flow like a river of melted snow. I reckon there is nothing more delicious to quench my thirst than twat butter from Whore’s velvet purse.’ My Lady Jane responded immediately to Master’s unexpected accolade with yet another water fall of Maiden’s water. Luxuriating in the delicious aromas wafting around me I was starting to wonder if I was indeed having an outer body experience because my thoughts tumbled out in rhyme when I imagined creating the perfect recipe for a perfume I labelled ‘Debauchery’: Firstly, I would add lashings of frivolous sorcery. Then to this witches brew I would include a fetish or two. Of course, a dash of raunchiness wouldn’t go astray. For it would add to scent in many ways. Also, I believe it would be a sin To not include aroma of sun kissed skin. Then I would stir the concoction clockwise twice. Next, to give the perfume added spice I reckon I would blend liberal lashings of lust. For this addition would simply be a must! And a sprinkle of Red Door perfume would certainly enhance the mix. Giving the recipe an extra kick. But of course, The most important ingredient is vulva sauce Nor is there any doubt Copious drops of precious precum must not to be left out. And I am adamant you would need to fuck my brain  Again! Again! And again!  Because I tell you true it would be a shame  To regard sex as a mindless game.’  Then I was jolted back to reality, or perhaps I died and floated up to heaven? Master was dancing a soft feather all over my body. The sensation was soothing and sensuous, but when he tickled my fanny with the feather it was tricky to hold my composure and not giggle! Giggle! Giggle! Because I recalled people complaining: ‘Particularly nasty weather!’ Or the jokers saying: ‘Ticklemyarsewithafeather!’ And also having heard the old wives tail that if a Witch is tickled until she giggles she looses all her magic powers so I hoped Master was not testing to see if I was indeed a Witch? Somehow, I stoically managed to suppress my weird sense of the ridiculous and forced my body to relax again. But that peaceful easy feeling soon dissipated. For a brief second tiny pin pricks rolled across my body gently piercing my skin followed by the soothing touch of a silky feather fluttering close behind. Although the pin pricks were not exactly painful, nevertheless the tantalising contrast between a taste of pain followed by pleasure certainly woke up every cell in my body. Basking in the glory of my sexual awakening I felt like a bear coming out of hibernation and drifted into a deep sleep. Rod Stewart singing ‘Wake up Susie’ woke me with a jolt and it took me several seconds to figure out where I was and several more seconds more to realise I was not dreaming. Indeed, it seemed like eternity since Master left instructing me to lie still and to replay the unfolding of his seduction. Now as I wait for Master to return it is giving me time to reflect on my situation and as much as I dislike being a kill joy and despite the fact I enjoyed Master’s seduction, I worry that if I decide to stay, I may be placing myself in an uncompromising position. The longer I wait for Master to return the more intense is the feeling of foreboding: ‘Am I crazy? Am I putting myself in danger?’ As if to answer my question the song ‘There is a house in New Orleans’ is blasting in my headphones: There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it’s been the ruin of many a poor girl Dear God, I know I was one  Dear God, I know I was one’ I can’t help but worry: ‘Will this be my ruin too?’ Waiting is unbearable. My body is wired like an overly tight violin string. I try to reassure myself that I am not in the ‘House of The Rising sun’. But the burning question: ‘What has Master in store for me when he returns?’ The weird mixture of in-trepidation and nervous sexual arousal is nevertheless threatening my composure. If I stay, will I be able to be a slave for my Master and do his bidding? If I go will I be missing the opportunity to explore my inner Whore? While mulling these questions over and over in my head the Clash band singing: ‘Should I stay or should I go? Adding fuel to the fire and my misgivings are mounting. It occurs to me that Master deliberately chose the playlist of songs to test my mind set. 'Should I stay? Or should I go now’?  Should I stay, or should I go now? If I go, there will be trouble  And if I stay, it will be double So come on and let me know Should I stay, or should I go?’

19 January 2026

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Ze was me meteen opgevallen toen ik de club binnenkwam. Het type vrouw wat hoofden doet draaien als ze langsloopt. Blonde haren, een klassiek knap gezicht, tenger en vooral.. enorme tieten die parmantig vooruit staken. We hadden al een keer oogcontact gehad en bij de tweede keer lachte ze en maakte een gebaar zo van "komt er nog wat van?" Ik moest een beetje lachen, deze dame wist wel wat we wilde en ik liep op haar af en zei "Hoi, ik ben Robert.. ja ik wilde net.." en ze onderbrak me, "hoi Robert, ik ben Joyce en je hoeft je niet te verontschuldigen, ik heb gewoon geen zin in het hele ritueel. Waarom een hele avond tijd verspillen als het ook gewoon kan door direct te zijn. Stukje dansen, misschien?" We liepen samen naar de dansvloer en het liedje "Perfect" van Ed Sheeran schalde door de speakers. Het nummer nodigt uit tot slow-dancen en dat deden we dan ook. Ik legde mijn hand op haar onderrug en trok haar wat dichter naar me toe. Haar handen zaten om mijn middel en we begonnen te dansen. Ik bekeek haar nog eens goed. Ze droeg een strak topje en een kort rokje waar haar rondingen goed uitkwamen. Ze was slank, maar haar kont was mooi rond en haar billen waren precies goed. En ja,wat vooral opviel was dat haar tieten recht vooruit stonden en haar harde tepels door haar topje heen priemden. Ze zag dat ik naar haar borsten keek, ze lachte ondeugend en duwde zichzelf nog wat dichter tegen me aan. De stof van haar rokje schuurde tegen mijn spijkerbroek. Ik leg mijn hand op haar kont. Haar tieten wreven over mijn borstkas en ik kon mijn ogen er maar moeilijk afhouden. Het topje verhulde niet veel en omdat ik wat groter was, had ik een perfect uitzicht op die 2 enorme tieten. Hmmm, ik raakte een beetje opgewonden en merkte dat ik een stijve begon te krijgen.. Net op het moment dat ik me zorgen begon te maken dat ze dat wel eens kon voelen, zei ze ineens: "Ah, daar ben je! Hmmm, hier kan ik wel wat mee". Ik voelde me een beetje betrapt, want ik begreep meteen dat ze het over mijn stijve had, en liep een beetje rood aan. Haar hand verschoof en ging richting mijn kruis en ze wreef er nog eens goed over.. "Oh ja, perfect". "Verdomme, ze zit me gewoon op te geilen!", dacht ik. Ik leg een hand op haar rechterborst en streel zachtjes en knijp een beetje in haar tepel. Met mijn andere hand pak ik haar hoofd vast en begin haar te tongen. Hmmm, wat een geil wijf en wat ruikt ze lekker! Haar tong ging in mijn mond en draaide sensueel een rondje om de mijne. Ineens voel ik haar hand in mijn broek gaan en ze knijpt zachtjes in mijn pik. Ze stopt met tongen en kijkt me aan en zegt zonder blikken of blozen: "Wil je hier nog wat drinken, of zullen we", terwijl ze naar de uitgang wenkt. Het was duidelijk, Joyce was op jacht, ik was de prooi en vanavond was zij de baas. Gezamenlijk liepen we naar de garderobe, waar we onze jassen ophaalden. Eenmaal buiten namen we een taxi en terwijl we achterin de taxi zaten legde ze de spelregels van de avond uit. "Het is simpel", zei ze. "Er zijn geen taboes en in geval van twijfel moet het harder." Ik kijk haar aan en ze kruipt dicht tegen me aan en fluistert in mijn oor "ik ben al een beetje nat, voel maar eens".. Ik kon het niet geloven, maar deze meid kende geen enkele gene, dat was duidelijk! Mijn hand ging voorzichtig onder haar rokje en ik merkte dat ze niks eronder aan had. "Wel zo handig", dacht ik nog. Ik had mijn hand tussen haar benen en zonder schaamte pakte ze mijn hand en duwde die tussen haar lippen. Ze was gladgeschoren en ik voelde dat ze inderdaad al wat nat was.. Mijn hand streelde haar klitje en ze begon zachtjes te kreunen.. "Oh ja, ik wil je pik"... "Dat is dan 16 euro", hoor ik ineens.. en ik probeer nog een beetje te verhullen voor de taxi-chauffeur wat we aan het doen zijn. Snel geef ik em 20 euro en hij zegt nog iets van "veel plezier" maar ik hoor het al niet meer. Joyce fluistert wat in mijn oor en mijn pik begint te steigeren. Ik doe de deur open van mijn appartementen-complex en druk op het knopje van de lift en de lift-deuren gaan meteen open. We stappen in en ik druk op het knopje van de zevende etage. Ik draai me om, kijk Joyce aan en vertel haar wat een lekker wijfie ze is. Ze lacht weer en zegt: "Neem me alsjeblieft goed hard te grazen, vanavond. Ik wil morgen niet kunnen lopen, eerder mag je niet ophouden, ok?" Ik pak haar goed vast en begin nog een keer te tongzoenen met haar terwijl mijn handen haar ranke lijf verkennen. Ik hoor een belletje en de lift-deuren gaan weer open. Ik wenk haar dat we eruit moeten en pak de sleutels van mijn appartement en doe de deur open. We lopen samen naar binnen en zodra de deur dichtvalt en we onze jas ophangen zegt Joyce "en nou wil ik je grote heer zien" en ze trekt de riem los en begint mijn broek te ontdoen van de knopen. Ik heb ondertussen haar van haar topje ontdaan en kijk hoe een zwart kanten bh'tje haar best doet om die enorme tieten te verhullen. Ondertussen heeft Joyce mijn broek al op mijn enkels getrokken en mijn harde staaf is duidelijk zichtbaar onder de boxer die ik draag.. Ze bukt en ze zegt iets van dichtbij bekijken en trekt de boxershort naar beneden. Mijn stijve springt naar voren en Joyce knikt goedkeurend - en geeft een klein likje op mijn eikel. Ik kreun "ga door" en voordat ik er erg in heb zit Joyce op haar knieën mij te pijpen. Ik pak haar haar vast en veeg het langzaam naar achteren, zodat ik goed zicht heb op het geile schouwspel en hoe dat pijpbekkie van haar mijn pik harder zuigt. Foookk wat zuigt ze goed en ik moet echt even slikken om de situatie goed in me op te nemen. Ik herpak me en realiseer me ineens haar woorden in de taxi. Geen taboes en harder is beter. Ik pak haar hoofd van achteren en duw mijn pik dieper naar binnen. Ik zie hoeveel moeite ze heeft, maar na enig kokhalsen begint deze geile slet mijn pik te deepthroaten en lijkt ze er zelfs van te genieten! Ik trek Joyce aan haar haren omhoog en trek zonder verdere poespas haar rokje naar beneden. Ik til haar ranke lijfje op en ze doet haar benen om mijn lijf. Ik zet haar klem tussen mijn lijf en de muur en grom dat ik haar wil neuken. Ze legt een van haar armen om mijn schouders en met de andere pakt ze mijn pik en duwt die haar strakke natte kutje in. Ik begin langzaam neuk-bewegingen te maken en ik voel hoe het bloed naar mijn pik raast. Ik hoor Joyce hijgen en kreunen, terwijl ik lekker haar kutje sta te neuken. "Dieper", roept ze en hoewel ik mijn best doe, is het lastig om dieper te komen door het onhandige standje. Bovendien worden mijn armen zwaarder doordat ik haar draag. "Fuck me, harder!", zegt ze nogmaals, ditmaal met een wat schorre stem. "Rustig, babe - de avond is nog jong. Bevrijd die 2 borsten maar eens uit dat bh'tje, ik ben wel benieuwd hoe lekker dat eruit ziet!", en zet haar weer op de grond neer. Joyce kijkt me even kort aan en met een handigheid die enkel vrouwen bezitten ontdoet ze zichzelf snel van de bh. Haar enorme tieten springen eruit. Twee grote, stevige, perfecte tieten met harde tepelts, precies de juiste grootte, wauw! "Vind je ze mooi, schat?", vraagt Joyce en ze speelt een beetje met haar borsten. Mijn pik begint alweer te steigeren. Ik pak Joyce vast en samen lopen we naar de slaapkamer. Joyce gaat op haar knieën op bed zitten en showt nogmaals haar borsten. "Kom, laat me je hardmaken tussen mijn tieten" en ze pakt mijn pik en plaatst die vakkundig tussen haar heerlijke borsten. Godver, ik kan het niet geloven, deze prachtige vrouw leest mijn gedachtes en lijkt exact hetzelfde te willen als ik! Langzaam melkt ze mijn loeiharde pik met haar stevige tieten en kijkt ze me met zaadvragende ogen aan.. Ik moet mijn ogen dichtknijpen om niet spontaan te spuiten zo geil ze eruitziet. Joyce stopt en likt het voorvocht omzichtig van mijn eikel af en draait haar kontje verleidelijk mijn kant op. "Mijn beurt", zegt ze. Ik streel kortstondig haar schaamlippen en klitje met mijn hand en ze begint te kreunen. "Lik me!", gebied ze me. Ik buk en begin langzaam, eerst in wat grotere cirkels om haar klitje, maar steeds sneller en in kleinere rondjes. Joyce zucht en kreunt en ik steek stiekem mijn tong tussen haar lipjes en ga een beetje dieper. "Fuck ja, ga dooor!", hoor ik. Aangemoedigd ga ik steeds een beetje dieper en proef ik haar heerlijke kutvochten. Natter en natter wordt ze en als ik speels met mijn vinger langs haar klitje ga kirt ze het uit van genot! "Fuck me, ram die paal naar binnen godver", hoor ik haar schreeuwen met schorre stem. Dat laat ik me geen twee keer zeggen en onomwonden pak ik haar heupen goed vast en duw ik mijn pik die druipende kut in. Deze slet is zo nat, ik hoor gewoon dat mijn lul naar binnen wordt gezogen. Nu ik goed achter haar zit kan ik er ook dieper en harder in en ik begin harder en dieper te stoten. "Jaaa, dieper!", moedigt ze me aan. "Harder, verdomme!", en ik voel mijn ballen bij elke stoot tegen haar klitje aan ketsen.. Wat een heerlijk neuk-lijf heeft deze meid, zeg. Ik zit te kijken naar een perfect lijf met mooi lang haar. Ik pak het van achteren vast en trek eraan. Joyce kreunt en ze duwt haar kont verder omhoog en naar achteren en bolt haar rug, zodat ik nog dieper kom. Ik hoor dat ze begint te kreunen, maar ik schenk er geen aandacht aan en ram keihard door. Deze slet krijgt waar ze om vroeg! Ik grijp van achteren een keer naar haar grote tieten die ik zie slingeren en masseer ze eventjes en knijp daarna hard in haar tepels. Ik ram nog een tijdje door en voel hoe mijn zaad eruit wil, eigenlijk te vroeg, ik wil langer van deze geile neuk-slet genieten! Ik trek mijn pik uit haar en net op het moment dat ze achterom kijkt met zo'n gezicht van "Waarom stop je nou?" streel ik met 1 vinger haar kontgaatje zachtjes. Ik zie haar gezicht verschieten en ik merk dat ze, net als ik, dichtbij een orgasme is. Ditmaal streel ik wat harder en duw mijn vinger een beetje in haar gaatje en trek met mijn andere hand Joyce aan haar haren naar me toe. "Dacht je dat ik klaar met je was, geile slet?", vraag ik haar zacht fluisterend in haar oor. "Geef me meer", zegt ze met schorre stem. Ik steek mijn vinger kortstondig in haar druipende poesje en gebruik haar vocht om wat dieper met mijn vinger in haar kontje te komen. "Vergeet niet, geen taboes", zegt ze, zwaar hijgend... Het duurt even voordat ik me realiseer wat ze net insinueerde.. Geen taboes, ze wil in haar kont genomen worden! Godver, deze goddelijke meid met perfecte looks is stiekem gewoon een vieze anale slet.. Ik haal mijn vinger uit haar kont en plaats mijn staalharde staaf tegen haar kontgaatje.. Ik duw zachtjes, maar ik voel dat ze hier nog niet klaar voor is... ze kreunt, maar dit gaat zoveel pijn doen, dat wil ik haar niet aan doen! Ik trek terug en ram mijn pik nogmaals hard in haar druipende kutje en Joyce schreeuwt het uit van genot. En terwijl ik haar langzaam neuk streel ik haar kontgaatje en duw ik een vinger naar binnen. Ze kreunt weer, maar duwt haar kont verder naar achteren en ik begin langzaam haar gaatje wat op te rekken met mijn vingers. Eerst met 1 vinger, maar al snel met mijn wijs- en middelvinger tegelijk. Plots voel ik hoe haar kutspieren samenknijpen om mijn harde pik en hoe ze begint te trillen. Ze zucht en schreeuwt het uit en lijkt de controle te verliezen, het is overduidelijk dat ze net is klaargekomen. Ik trek haar opnieuw bij haar haren omhoog en verhoog mijn tempo, ondertussen fluister ik weer "Dacht je dat ik klaar was, geile slet?" en ze lacht.. "Fuuuck me, baby, gebruik me!", roept ze uit.. Ik realiseer me dat het orgasme haar ongetwijfeld heeft ontspannen en laat haar los om haar nogmaals goed vast te pakken bij haar heupen en billen. Ik duw mijn pik wederom diep in haar en plaag haar kontgaatje met 2 vingers die er makkelijk in glijden.. Langzaam druk ik ook een derde vinger erbij in. Ze kreunt, mijn harde neukstaaf en drie vingers is duidelijk op het randje wat Joyce tegelijk aan kan. Ik trek mijn pik uit haar druipnatte kut en Joyce slaakt een zucht van verlichting, maar dat is maar van korte duur... Ik zie hoe nat mijn paal is van een mix van voorvocht en Joyce haar kut-sap. Haar kontgaatje staat nu wat verder open van mijn eerdere gevinger en ik duw mijn eikel er meteen tegenaan en duw door. "Oooh auu!", hoor ik haar even gillen, maar ik voel ook hoe ze ontspant nadat mijn eikel naar binnen is gegleden.. Joyce kijkt om en ik zie een grimas in haar gezicht, maar ook de vastberadenheid. "Laat me even op adem komen, schat", zegt ze en ik streel haar billen en lijf rustig.. Langzaam duw ik wat dieper, ondertussen haar geruststellend dat zij het tempo bepaalt. Ik streel haar tepels zachtjes en voel hoe hard ze zijn. Ik duw mijn hand zachtjes naar haar mond en Joyce steekt de twee vingers in haar mond en begint zachtjes te sabbelen, zo geil! Mijn andere hand streelt ondertussen haar slanke lijfje en als ik in de buurt van haar klitje kom buigt ze haar rug en voel ik hoe ze langzaam mijn knetterharde paal dieper toelaat in haar kont. Wat voelt dit geil, ik neuk gewoon de mooiste vrouw van Antwerpen! Langzaam begin ik heen- en weer te bewegen met mijn lijf en terwijl ik zit te kijken naar dit geile schouwspel merk ik dat mijn zaad naar buiten wil.. "Spuit maar, Robert, ik wil je zaad!", zegt Joyce. Ik kan niet veel meer uitbrengen dan "jaaa" en begin nog een beetje te stoten, maar ik voel hoe het zaad zijn weg naar buiten vindt. De eerste lading gaat vol in haar kontgaatje voordat ik terugtrek. De tweede lading gaat over haar billen en rug en Joyce draait haar snel om. De volgende ladingen komen in haar gezicht en over haar grote tieten. Dit is de grootste lading in jaren die ik spuit en als ik klaar ben likt Joyce gulzig aan mijn pik.. Ik kreun en kijk Joyce aan, die zich opricht en mij vol op mijn bek neemt en ondertussen met mijn pik speelt.. "Zullen we nu even douchen en ons opfrissen, kunnen we daarna beginnen aan ronde 3 in bed", vraagt ze. "Ehh, ronde 3?", vraag ik. "Je dacht toch niet dat het enkel bij douchen bleef onder het warme water, schatje", zegt Joyce en ze loopt naar de douche. "Kom je? Ik ben nog lang niet klaar met jouw pik", zegt ze lachend..

18 January 2026

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Naked in the sun with my 2 beautiful friends with the luscious scent of their bodily fluids. Breasts erotically bobbling on my cheeks while I take in the surrounds and enjoy the sensual touch of these exciting excited woman. The stroking fondling eroticism breathing life into us all. Pure joy. If life was freedom. This would display this order in its purest form. One woman with sun-bronzed skin. One lily white. Breasts with nipples hard erect standing for ecstasy. Ecstasy of anticipation and participation. Fun in its pure form. With juices of sex energy dripping flowing in flowing out. Sweaty bodies in the sun living in joy. Kissing every crevasse. Three sets of lips moving fluidly from one to the other. Taking in the tastes of our sexual natures flowing cascading and breathing into the moment with the freedom of our energy moving back and forth soaking up every drop of each other of the sun the air flowing. Se and all its physical and spiritual qualities freeing us from constraint. Freeing up from daily life. Energising us to return to society. To sit be the coast and sip our cocktails reminiscing our afternoon in the sun naked and free.

16 January 2026

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A met this larger lady who contacted me online, and after a week or two of sexting and chatting we decided to meet. I arranged a house for the weekend in a nearby town to where she lived, as discretion was very important to her. (She also said she could get carried away and a bit loud) I arrived first and had flowers and champagne organised for her as she had bemoaned the fact that never in her married life had she ever been given flowers. I’d only seen a couple of discreet photos of her and was immediately struck by her amazing blue eyes. She was as she said a larger size and as she promised there was plenty of ass to smack. She’d told me she loved to get spanked as she got filled with cock. Her texting (sexting)over the previous weeks was next level so I had high hopes it was going to be a really great night. We had a quick meal and a few drinks to calm the nerves and then moved to the couch. I’d been dying to see her tits and wondered what her nipples would feel like in my mouth. She obliged by undoing her shirt and uncoupling her bra from the front. I hadn’t seen a front centre bra clip before. Her tits were small in comparison to the rest of her but they were pert and sexy as hell. We’d been kissing and fondling and basically feeling our way cautiously a bit. Once I started to suck and lick her nipples the previous sexting scenarios went totally off tap. She reached down and literally ripped my pants open and dove onto my cock while I was busy trying to get my hands on her cunt. She was drenching and the feeling of her moaning loudly on my cock while I rubbed her clit almost made me come right there. I told her to stop or I’d blow. She said the only place you’re blowing is deep in my cunt. She demanded I get to the bedroom and was undressed and literally threw herself on the bed and grabbed her knees and spread herself while telling me to fill her cunt right now. I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough. She had a very tight small cunt for a big woman and I couldn’t help but just plunge into her. The lasting memory is the look in those beautiful blue eyes. They were open wide with surprise and delight as she told me that I’d be fucked to death by morning and she was almost right. Luckily for me she shaved her cunt instead of waxing it and so there was a little bit of bristle on her landing strip that took away some of the sensation each time I stroked my cock into her. She’d told me that she could come from just fucking alone but I was dubious as it’s pretty rare to get a woman off just from fucking alone but she starting coming then cursing me as she demanded more cock. That undid me and I came for the first time of the evening. The absolute most erotic thing was that she told me she wasn’t done and demanded I fuck her through my orgasm. To keep fucking after you’ve come is pretty much impossible but she gave me no choice. I had to fuck her really hard to stay wooden and try to get another load into her creamy cunt. I’d told her I was going to lick her cream pie cunt and I don’t think she believed me until after I’d filled her for a second time I slid down and spread her thighs so I could eat her cunt and lick her clit. She was amazed and kept saying, “fuck you’re really doing it, eat my cunt, make me come “. I was lying on the bed licking her cunt covered in my sex and grinding my cock on the bed. I was surprised I was getting hard again already and so I told her to roll onto her side with a knee raised and I pumped my cock into her from behind whilst she was lying on her side and I was kneeling over her. This was the money position. I could get a good full length onto her like that. As I said she was a big girl but sexy as fuck. I told her to show me her tits while I fucked her and she twisted to expose them to me while I told her to kiss me and taste her cunt on my lips. Once I started to play with her nipples she cursed me and told me she couldn’t stop coming but at the same time told me to keep fucking her. It was alternately “fuck you” and “don’t you dare stop pumping my cunt”. This was the best position we found for the night where she could get a good cunt full and I could be over her driving my cock deep into her. I ate more creamed cunt that night than in a month of Sundays and in the morning we did it again. She thought I wouldn’t want to lick her again after the hours of fucking from the night but my favourite memory is of her trying to stop me licking her as she was worried she wasn’t fresh and then lacing her fingers behind my head as I licked her and saying “Fuck you, you motherfucker you’ve got me again”. Incredible woman and sexy as hell.

16 January 2026

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I met a spunky bloke online and although this may sound absurd in a very short space of time, much quicker than expected not only did he float my boat but because I felt heard and respected it felt safe to honour my innate sexual core and release my sacred whore, so I wrote:  I love it when my juices flow like a river of melted snow. Melted snow now that’s a first the bloke replied. Do you think your snow will quench my thirst? Of course! I replied My sweet juices start flowing sometimes without me even knowing. You see quite suddenly I am filled with desire because it is ever so easy to light my fire and I do not need to be seduced with romance but simply before you let me naked dance. For I love the look of lust in your eyes so for me the juicy flow it no surprise.  Also, my melted snow gushes freely if I provocatively squat just above your big cock. Then like the pendulum on a clock as your proud penis sails back and forth through my silken veils for sure there will be a water shed all over you and all over the bed. Also, I love to slippery slide my cunt over the curves of your smooth back side. Yet another waterfall you need to know can also happen over your big toe! And of course, I feel no disgrace squirting my vulva juice all over your face. Actually, it's also true, my need for oral gratification never seems to reach saturation so pretty, pretty, pretty please will it be alright to suck your cock all through the night? Well a message flew back faster than lightning Yes, please Yes! Suck my cock throughout the night let it slide deep down your throat and when the time is finally right, I will release my spunk with all my might but then I beg please will you share my cum with me because there is nothing as tasty as a cum kiss. It's total bliss. I sent my reply post haste 'Oh, I promise when my mouth I later share the taste of your juices will still be there but before seeking my tongue first may I suck on your spent cock? In a flash his message came back. By all means that sounds sublime please take your time but remember when your sucking is all done, I would love to taste my cum on your tongue. So I hastened to reassure him. Yes, I agree sharing a yummy cum kiss is divine heavenly bliss but so too is to lovingly caress your balls whilst sucking on your spent cock. I feel so content I purr like a pussy cat that's licked the cream. Honestly nothing is more relaxing than that. His message winged its way straight away Now my Sacred Whore let me fantasize drinking your vulva sauce while sitting stark naked on the floor. But I need to have my head laid back so do you have cushions to place under my head? Or perhaps maybe use the sofa instead? And I hope you agree it is no disgrace to have you straddled above my face. What bliss to drown in the juicy rivers that your cunt delivers. My fingers quickly typed back my reply Yes! Yes! Lover make me quiver. Make me shake, weep and shiver and for sure a waterfall of juices sweet will be your special scrumptious feast. Honestly, I can’t wait to enjoy the debauchery fun with you and your hungry tongue. Then when I roll you onto your tum and straddle you like riding a horse (With my twat over your butt of course) I reckon my fanny juices will run, flowing all over your bum.  Then stretching forward again I will nibble your ear and bite your neck sending electric tickles way down to your throbbing peck. And I bet when I ruffle your hair your groans of pure delight will echo around my lair. Of course! it will be especially divine when my tongue trails up down your spine. Next, I will use warm coconut oil to massage your back and later you will feel the gentle tickle of warm oil as it falls between your butt cheeks and down over your balls but first, I will linger longer massaging your sexy bum because my hands love to dance everywhere, especially there on your derriere. He reply was almost instant I am in a euphoric bliss. Can it get better than this? I can’t believe you are for real. I already imagine how amazing it will feel. Truly I am in Heaven or somewhere in space so please don’t wake me from my dream like place. Honestly my imagination has gone amok. This Cyber fantasy is almost better than a fuck. Please! Please! Please! Lickity lick! Lickity lick my balls Quickity! Quickity! Quickity! Quick? And I hope you will mount me again and ride me like a cowgirl chasing a train because I hunger to feel your warm juices making puddles in the small of my back and squirting down my crack.  I hastened to reassure the bloke Of course I will ride you like a horse. However, I warn there will be a lull before the storm, and suddenly, I will keep very still and you may wonder if I have reached my fill. But let me assure you No that is not true. It's because it will feel so damned good being stretched out along your back that I will need plenty of time to savour the moment and breath you in. Then while you are in a different zone, I will softly nibble on each ear lobe before whispering 'Now sexy man your cock needs my attention' and I bet you will roll over quicker than quick. And do doubt you will soon be in a full-on trance when around your glistening dick my oily hands dance. Up! Up! your shaft my fingers will glide. Down up down up slippery sliding. Then my dancing fingers will slow down to a walk as delicately and with reverence I will trace each vein on your stalk. But then I will catch you totally by surprise when I stop and gently kiss your eyes. And perhaps you may hear murmuring sighs when I snuggle my face in the valley between your thighs but before I drink my fill I will pause a split second to enhance the thrill. Then with my mouth opened wide I will take your throbbing cock deep inside. My guess is you will name me Deep Throat and wish you could hit 'pause' on the remote. ***Stop press After enjoying messaging on AMM we meet and enjoyed re-enacting our Melted snow fantasy. Afterwards the bloke wrote this following text message: It certainly does it for me I love the show Love to watch the juices flow Onto my cock, onto my toe Fuck, even down to my knee. Exhibitionist you may be but God that appeals to me If we decide on another little show perhaps we can unleash the basest ho with fruit, bottle and dildo Purity of lust unspoiled by emotion or conversation embroiled With all those gates and constraints Suppressed, bypassed, jailed so, the shameless debauchery can romp unleashed in all its raw purity

15 January 2026

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Sitting staring at the phone wishing for a text just to prove he's thinking about me! Sitting at the bar of the local Happy Hours just finished... happy for some. Lots of noise and banter going on around me, I join in on occasions. Ding ding ahh there it is the text I was hoping for, I must have smiled cos the barmaid commented. "Ahh that made your face light up got a new man on the scene? Come on fill us in!?" She joked. "Just a guy I met nothing serious, don't want a relationship, don't seem to win at those!" I answered "Long distance too hard, he's in Adelaide I'm out here and I will never go back to live in the city! So probably won't go anywhere! Just a bit of fun, but between you and me...Holly dooly was it good from the very first night! Like we knew each other no awkwardness just total utter pleasure and passion! Just have to wait weeks in-between catching up! Got the house to myself and he's there I'm here!" I blurted out. Just as I finished saying it Ding Ding, Ding Ding my phone went off. I opened the phone to a photo of a big grin and the sign to my town... I nearly choked said out loud "What the Fuck!!" Next photo a big grin out the front of my house!!! "Omg I gotta go chuck my beer... he's fuckin here!!!" Flicked the phone so she could see...she cracked up laughing "Run girl run and have a good night!" She called out. I ran to the car drove out the carpark 100miles an hour down the main street to my house and yep there he was! I jumped out the car rushed over threw my arms around his neck and kissed ohhh we kissed lips caressed, tongues met, more lips kissing, more passion tongues meeting I could feel my nipples getting hard and between my legs getting wetter! I slide my hand to his crutch... yep he was feeling it too! " Hmm shouldn't we go inside, I just thought I'd surprise you and since there was noone home at your place we could spend some time together! Doing you know whatever you want!" He said with a cheeky grin. "Oh wait till you feel how juicy I already am then you will know for sure what I want to do!" Straight inside to the bedroom kissing and touching each others body, feeling the hardness of his obvious pleasure and my arousal of hard nipples and... "Ohhh wow you really are dripping wet!!" He said shocked as he put his hand up my skirt and slid his fingers inside my juicy wet pussy! "Hmmm no pants that's a turn on!" He said looking me in the eyes as he passionately kissed my lips over and over moaning each time they met! I found myself doing the same noises till I pulled back from his lips held his hand harder into my groin, smiled and said, "Makes for easy access!" We laughed and he fondled my pussy I could hear the wetness squelch under my skirt as I took my top off undid my bra lifted my breast to my lips and sucked on my nipple, he grabbed the other and licked and sucked together, his fingers deep flicking inside me his palm rubbing against my clit...oh fuck yeah oh oh ahhhahhha right then I orgasmed cum gushing from my twitching pussy all over his hand!! "Hmmm well that's number one done let's see how many more I can make you have!!!" He grinned as he said it leading me to the bed, laying me down, pulling off my skirt and diving face first into my pussy licking up all the juices moan with pleasure as he flicked his tongue against my clit sliding it to my pussy hole... And bammm there's another one, oh and again! I think we lost count of the amount of orgasms but I can tell you they are always in the double figures!! Even now a year later he makes me cum over and over till I squirt!

13 January 2026

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She noticed him before he noticed her. Blue eyes. Beard. That calm, grounded presence that didn’t try to impress. It just existed. He ordered something neat. She approved silently, imagining the taste of his lips. When he finally turned and caught her looking, he didn’t look away. Just held her gaze for a second longer than necessary and smiled, the kind of smile that promised trouble without saying a word. He came over without rushing it. Her pulse ticked up slightly at the way he moved, slow, grounded, confident. She could feel her body leaning in without thought, nipples tightening under her top, a flutter in her stomach at the anticipation. He smiled, slow and deliberate, like he already knew something she didn’t. The kind of smile that carved faint lines at the corners of his mouth and eyes. Not the practiced kind. The real kind. The kind that hinted he laughed easily, often, and knew exactly how dangerous that was. She felt the magnetic pull of him, and her pulse sped, a delicious ache stirring through her body. He leaned in just enough to change the air between them. “We can pretend to be innocent and polite,” he whispered, low and deliberate, “or we can let our desires lead and see where it goes.” She felt the challenge in it. “And if I choose what I desire?” His smile deepened. “Then I promise to fulfill all yours.” She felt weak at the knees, and she knew exactly what she wanted. Heat pooled low in her belly, a delicious ache demanding attention. They didn’t talk like strangers filling time. They talked like two people testing the edges of each other’s minds. The conversation wandered and looped, touching on opinions, travel, ridiculous observations, small confessions offered like dares. Every clever remark made her stomach tighten. Every time she smiled, his eyes lingered like he was committing it to memory. At some point she realised he was standing closer. Or maybe she had moved closer. The distance had shrunk until it was just a suggestion of space, electric and tense. She felt the brush of him and it made her thighs clench ever so slightly, a delicious friction building in anticipation. His hand settled at the small of her back. Not claiming, not pressing, just intentional. It sent a spark of heat up her spine and made her core ache in response. Her breathing hitched, subtle, almost involuntary. “You’re doing this on purpose,” he said, voice low, teasing. “Doing what?” “Building tension.” She smiled, “You like it.” He leaned slightly, close enough to sense the heat radiating from her. Her pulse raced, her body longing with anticipation, every nerve alive with desire. “Only with the right person." For a moment they just looked at each other, close enough that the space between them felt like a decision. Her body ached, every nerve on fire, imagining the possibilities if she let herself lose control. “You’re trouble,” he breathed. She didn’t move away. A corner of her mouth lifted. “In the best of ways.” Her body trembled slightly, imagining how his hands might feel on her if she let him. The space between them had narrowed to breath and intention. Foreheads nearly touching, breaths mingling. She could feel him pressing against her, body tense, coaxing hers to mirror his. Every inch of her ached for him, for the delicious unknown. His hand shifted at her back, not pulling her in, just enough to make it clear he could. Her body responded instantly, tingling, wet with anticipation. Her eyes dropped to his mouth, then back to his eyes. She shifted slightly, positioning herself so even the gentlest movement of his leg would caress her. For a heartbeat, neither of them moved. And then he leaned in. Not fast. Not hesitant. Slow, deliberate, like he wanted her to feel every second of the decision. She tilted her head slightly, meeting him halfway. Almost. So close, she could sense the heat of him, counting the seconds by the rise and fall of his chest. Her leg intentionally placed, hoping he would press himself against her. And then “Last drinks!” The bartender’s voice cut through the moment, too loud, too close, perfectly timed to ruin everything. They pulled back just slightly, breaking the spell but not the fire. She laughed softly, feeling the lingering ache that pulsed between them. He exhaled, something between a sigh and a quiet curse, and glanced toward the bar before looking back at her. “Well,” he said, eyes still dark, “that was cruel timing.” She smiled. “Criminal, really.” For a moment they just stood there, the tension still humming, unresolved and very much alive. Her body throbbed with anticipation, every nerve alive, every pulse a decadent reminder of what was waiting. Then he straightened and readjusted himself, made a decision. “Come on,” he said, offering his hand with confidence. “Let’s take this elsewhere.” She didn’t hesitate. She took his hand. They stepped into the night air. Cooler. Clean. The city moving around them, but it felt like the world had shrunk to just the two of them. Every step stretched the tension between them, every brush of their bodies a question that demanded an answer. Her insides pulsing with anticipation, every nerve alive, every pulse a delicious reminder of what was waiting. The space between them felt tight now. Charged. He looked at her the way you look at something you plan to take your time with. Undressing her with his eyes. She could feel the urge deep inside her, dripping wet, and desperate for more. He leaned slightly closer. “Well…” Her heart rate spiked. “I’m ready for bed.” A purposeful pause. She drew a shallow breath, her thighs clenched. His smile deepened, slow, vicarious. “Are you coming?” She leaned in, matching his heat, her body aching for him. “Lead the way.” It was all the confirmation they both needed. He pressed his lips against hers, slow and testing, and the heat hit like a live wire. Her body reacted instantly, leaning into his. He responded, moulding his body to hers. She felt him pulsing against her. Every nerve in her body screamed, every pulse demanding more, and she deepened the kiss, tasting him, warm and intoxicating. His hands slid to her waist, seeking bare skin, craving the feel of her wetness. She lost herself in the moment, she slowly ran her hand down his chest, past his stomach, and continued until she felt the hard evidence of what she was doing to him. The urge was too much for them both… And just like that, the night promised more…

13 January 2026

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Vicki and I were holidaying in Palm Cove when we made contact with a couple nearby. We went to a bar to meet them but found they did not turn up. Vicki rang them to find out where they were and they suggested we go to their place. The point of meeting in public at some neutral venue is that it allows all parties to make their will we/won't we decision and everybody can leave quickly and easily. Their photos had caught our attention so we decided to head to their place. Upon arrival, we discovered that their photos were somewhat older and they were somewhat bigger than anticipated, no longer looking as they once did. If we had met as planned in the bar, we would have passed, but now we were in their home Vicki and I decided to go through with it to avoid causing a scene. I fucked the woman and next to us Vicki fucked the guy. I watched Vicki at work to keep my interest up. Eventually, we finished and we drove back to our hotel. As we were driving, I said to Vicki: “I want to fuck you on the balcony when we get back.” Her response: “Sounds good”. We were staying in a hotel in Palm Cove. It was four storeys high and built in a L-shape around the pool and gardens. We were on the top floor, overlooking the pool and the adjoining wing. When we were in the room I stripped down and Vicki stripped down to her red stay-up stockings and thigh-high red fuck-me boots. I turned off all the lights and lay in an outdoor lounge chair as Vicki backed up to me and slid down my cock. Once in position she grabbed the railings and pulled herself up and down my cock. As we fucked, I looked around and saw a couple strolling by the pool and another couple who seemed to be watching from the top floor of the adjoining wing. I pointed them out to Vicki and she slowed her pace as she watched the spectators on their dimly lit balcony. The thought of being watched added some spice to the night and we worked our way through a few a combinations involving chair and balcony before we came and went to bed. We enjoyed it so much that we repeated it every night we were there. Some nights we seemed to be on our own and some nights I could see shapes moving on the balconies of the adjoining wing.

12 January 2026

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I met this bloke online, but he didn't float my boat. So, I declined his offer to be a convenient poke. Then he sends me a message online 'I suggest a bland dating site would suit you fine.' After all this is a sex site.' Well, I got this bee in my bonnet to set him right. 'Truly your assumption makes me feel vexed What makes you think I don't want sex? If the bloke is local and there is mutual attraction. Then I am up for enjoying debauchery action. But not every Tom Dick or Harry gets invited to share my snatch. Because although I am not seeking the perfect match. Discernment is very high on my list And also, I insist There also needs to be respect, rapport, and trust As that adds spice to the lust. That is why I claim to exercise my right to choose. Unfortunately, when I say 'No thanks' many men like you blow a fuse. But when they spit the dummy, I care diddly squat The fact remains I don't willy nilly share my twat. I am not the town bike or the convenient lay Because at the end of the day. Mindless sex I don't condone I would rather dance alone In fact, why miss the chance. To do a solitary no pants dance? Because doing the what cums naturally Keeps the fire in my belly And dancing my best moves I am soon in the groove. Especially if I wear the highest heels. You can't imagine how it feels. And sometimes I do a strip tease. Or imagine sucking cock on bended knees. Because when I salute my inner slut and strut my stuff. It sends tingles to my amazing muff Thankfully hitten the kitten does not have a use by date. So that means I can merrily masturbate. Until it's time to enter the pearly gate And although I am rolling closer and closer to heaven's door. I will always honour my sexual core. Meanwhile I salute my wild woman who owns her inner slut. And in her stilettos loves to strut But if you think I am up for a mindless fuck. You are definitely out of luck.

12 January 2026

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De lady wordt aangeboden door haar gelegenheidspartner. Bij aankomst doet de heer open en verwelkomt mij. De deur van de woonkamer staat open en zie de lady zitten op haar knieën met de handpalmen omhoog. Ze is gehuld in een wit oversized overhemd die losjes over haar lijf valt. Ze is een beetje chubby met heerlijke curves, echt een lijf wat vraagt om aangepakt te worden. Ik loop naar haar toe en ga met mijn vingers over haar lippen, haar mondje opent en duw mijn vingers naar binnen, ze sabbelt ze af. Ik ga verder op verkenning en sla de blouse open, een paar heerlijke tieten (ze wilt geen borsten horen) komen te voorschijn met een paar stijve en zeer gevoelige tepels. Ze kreunt lichtjes wanneer ik ze aanraak. Mijn handen gaan verder over haar lijf, kom aan bij haar kutje, ga er met één vinger doorheen om haar geilheid te controleren. Ik kan je verzekeren ze was al behoorlijk nat. Ik breng mijn vinger naar haar mondje die ze direct sabbelt. Ik laat haar opstaan om een drankje te drinken op de bank, ze showt haar mooie ronde kont, die versiert is met een geile buttplug. Zittend op de bank gaat ze met haar benen wijd zitten, haar kutje staat lichtjes open en begint zichzelf te stelen. Ik neem het van haar over, mijn vingers glijden in haar natte kut. Ze wil dat ik meer vingers in haar kut steek. Dat gaan we dus niet doen, ik draai haar om kontje omhoog zodat ik haar plug goed kan zien. Benen uitelkaar zodat haar kut goed toegankelijk is. Zo laat ik ze even staan, ze moet eerst mijn pik op oorlogssterkte brengen met haar mondje. Ondertussen vinger ik stevig haar kut. Ze is nu zo nat dat ik mijn pik in haar wil stoten, in een beweging naar binnen om haar stevig te neuken, voelt lekker strak aan door haar buttplug. Ik trek mijn pik terug en verwijder haar buttplug, haar kontje ziet er uitnodigend uit om te vullen. Het formaat plug was zondanig dat het weinig moeite kostte om haar kontje te neuken. Wat is dat toch een heerlijk gevoel wanneer je pik omsloten wordt door een lekker strak kontje. De dame werd megegeil, haar kut begon te druipen. Haar partner keek de hele tijd toe maar werd nu geroepen dat ze hem wilde pijpen. Na deze actie beetje opgefrist en door naar part two. Haar kut was nog steeds drijfnat, ik begin haar ruw te vingeren, steeds meer vingers verdwijnen in haar kut, beetje druk totdat mijn hele hand haar kutje vult, zo’n intens geil gevoel. Afsluitend heb ik haar geneukt met haar partner een DP gegeven.

12 January 2026

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Jane was just a normal young woman. She wore normal clothes, had a normal hair style, she didn't use much makeup. Just an average Jane. Sure she was pretty, a cute face, with slightly sultry eyes. She wore a small metal stud in her nose. Her cheeks were nice and rosy, especially when she was embarrassed. Her short red hair hung low at the front, lengthening towards the back, dropping just below her shoulders; she mostly tied it in a bun. She worked in a local bar, serving her customers with her cute grin. What she did have that was really special though: her body. Tight and slim; athletic and toned. Perfectly shaped and sized tits, and the most beautifully rounded little ass. She really did like to keep herself in shape, and regularly worked out after her afternoon shifts at her local gym. She would always notice the guys looking at her, staring at her, ogling at her sexy body. She would try to make them notice her by using the treadmill and step machines when she knew they would be working out behind her so they could all look at her ass, shaking and bouncing for them. It secretly thrilled her knowing they were perving at her, but she always played it down whenever they would approach her, by turning up her music and tapping at her headphones so they could hear it bellowing out loud when they attempted to chat with her. She felt this gave her some power by rejecting and ignoring them. She often saw the same few guys there when she was doing her workouts. She loved the attention, it got her excited. It made her pussy very wet. So much that she would have noticeable patches showing through her tight leggings between her crotch. She would nearly always go home those nights, and frantically masturbate thinking about all the guys masturbating thinking about her. Rubbing and fingering her juicy, sweaty, wet pussy till she climaxed and fell asleep. It was just a usual Friday evening shift for Jane, she was only there from the afternoon and planned on doing her routine workout at the gym when she finished at about 10pm. It wasn't far from her work to the gym on her way home so she would always walk. At about 9:15pm, two of the regular guys she recognised from the gym came in and sat down at a table; oblivious that she was there. She felt a bit cornered knowing they would probably recognise her, and the outfit they made her wear for work was quite revealing and showed off her assets nicely, with a tight little cut top and very small denim shorts cut rough at the legs. Her manager ushered her over to their table to serve them: reluctantly she was obligated to do so. “Hi guys, what can I get you?” she queried with her usual pretty, cute smile. “Oh. Just two cokes and a bowl of hot nuts please miss” one responded. The other looked her up and down; faced almost at eye level to her tantalisingly perfect tits, half hanging out of her top. “Hey, you're that lass from the gym. I've seen you there, but never had the chance to say hi…” the other cut him off. Gazing at her body from across the table… “Oh yeah. It is you.” “Didn't know you worked here, what's your name?” He asked.” I'm Mike, and this is Jack.” She smiled and pulled her top up covering her tits up, “It's Jane. Is that it for your order?” Mike, whom Jane thought was hot, and was actually really good looking, caught her eyes and said, “Nothing else… unless of course, you're on the menu?” And he winked at her. This made her blush; she was embarrassed but excited. She tried to cover it up by looking down at her feet. But she couldn't help but look up to see the other guy lick his lips at her too…hearing and seeing this began to arouse her. “Coming right up”. She proclaimed. And hastily turned and headed towards the bar… “Yeah, ‘coming’ alright” Jack whispered back to Mike, but Jane still overheard him… Jane thought about what Mike just said, it made her feel warm and wanted, the attention she desired made her body tingle with a hot flush. She could sense the excitement in her pants, the thrill started to seep into her mind. Lingering on her perverted thoughts, she felt her wetness more and more, her plump pussy lips sliding effortlessly against each other as she walked back with their drinks. Her panties soaked wet with her juices, she could almost see it coming through her tight jean shorts and wasn't quite sure it was also leaking down the sides of her inner thigh; but she could definitely smell it. Now it was too late to turn around, as she walked over toward their table they both looked directly back at Jane. She knew her scent filled the air around her and she was certain the guys would smell her pussy; her excitement she couldn't contain. She reached the table. Blushed red with embarrassment, knowing that she could not hide this from the guys. “Here's your drinks guys, I'll be right back with the hot nuts for you”. She quickly placed both drinks on the table and quickly spun back to get away. Both guys really did smell her unmistakable wet juices. Mike could even see the wet outline of her pussy lips between her crotch, and the soaked panties beneath her shorts. He looked over to Jack, “Horny, do you think?” Jack smiled and said, “I'm sure it was almost trickling down her leg! She smells good to me!” They both laughed arguing about who made her so excited, and waited for her to come back. Jane had gone into the back to get a bowl of nuts even though there were several already prepared. She had to do something about her pussy. Grabbing a serviette she quickly dabbed her crotch, wiping away some of her juices and cleaning it off her thighs. Her pussy was now throbbing, tingling with excitement. She thought, fuck it, and put the pussy juice soaked piece of cloth under the bowl of nuts, and took it out to the guys table. Placing it down next to Mike. “There's your nuts guys. Enjoy.” Both Mike and Jack could smell her in the air, getting them both very aroused… and even when she'd gone from the table they could still smell her womanly scent near them. They both joked about Jane, drank and shared the nuts. Mike picked up the serviette and wiped it down his face and mouth… “Holy shit man! I think this is her pussy juice all over this!” And held it up against Jack's face, the distinguished sweet smell pressing into his nose. “Fuck man that's hot”... “Where is she now!?” They both looked around and she was nowhere to be seen… “Hey” Mike asked one of the other servers, “Where's the girl that was just here serving us? Jane. Where is she?” the other girl answered, “oh she finished her shift, and left about 5 minutes ago. Can I get you guys something else?. “No, no it's ok we were just leaving anyway, but thank you”. “Damn man, was hoping to catch her before she left” Mike stated… “Well let's go down the gym, she might be going there, she's usually there on Friday and we were going anyway.” Jack responded. Jane had made her way over to the gym, she was changing and getting undressed. Her pussy was still wet and she felt it with her fingers covering them in her stickiness. She chose to take off her panties and slipped into her tight exercise leggings. They fitted around her like they had been sewn on around her ass cheeks. Without any underwear, her pussy lips made it seem like she wasn't wearing any pants at all. She pulled them up tight into her crotch, leaving nothing to the imagination. She looked at herself in the mirror, her top showing her erect nipples through them also. She almost wondered if anyone would notice if she had been wearing nothing! Her excitement was still making her wet. She walked out of the change room and started off exercising on one of the bikes. Resting her tingling pussy and clit on the seat, arousing her with every pedal stroke, she could feel the seat easing up, almost penetrating her pussy. Her pussy was so wet, and getting sensitive she had to finish early, as the seat was also drenched in her juices. She wiped it off with her towel and went over to one of the leg press machines. Laying on her stomach, with her ass in the air she bent her legs up showing off her pert ass cheeks with every rep. Guys were already circling around her, watching her, looking at her ass stretching and they could see the outline of her pussy between her legs. It was mesmerising. She got up, glanced at the guys watching her. They all looked away, but she caught them all. Then she went over to the hip extension machine. Spreading her legs apart and then snapping them back shut. Like a teasing peep show for all the guys… drooling over her. It was then that Mike and Jack walked in. Right in line for the perfect view of her pussy, wide open, a wet patch already visible, and no sign of underwear… Mike just stopped in his tracks, and adjusted his cock in his shorts…”Would you look at that mate…?” Jack was already lost in thought, staring perplexed in wonder. “You ok mate, you still with us?” Mike jokingly questioned. “Yeah, just lost in… that” but he kept staring. Jane looked over at the two of them, she could see both of their massive hard cocks stretching out the thin fabric of their gym shorts, now she was getting transfixed on them. They both sat down on the nearest machine to hide their huge desires for her, but kept looking over at her on the machine, her legs spreading apart: both thinking of how wet her pussy must be, from how soaked her pants were looking already. Jane looked back towards them, eager to see them watching her. Knowing they were looking at her, right at her wet crotch. She watched back at the two guys, both effortlessly work their gym machines, their muscles bulging with each rep. Their cocks still stiff with excitement, protruding a larger bulge from their shorts. Jack and Mike were healthy and fit. Worked out regularly, kept themselves well. Their bodies athletically muscular and toned. They looked after their bodies and she could already see they both had big hard cocks; she was already fantasising. Looking around she could see the other guys, about four more of them, still hard glancing over at her sexy workout. She revelled in this. She stroked both her hands down over her tits, pushing out her chest as she did, the nipples hard and sticking out, flicked back into position once her hands had gone over them. All of the guys were watching this. One of them had his hands down his pants, trying to be discrete. Another was doing bench presses with his head tilted back about a metre away from her, his eyes fixed on her pussy. Two of them were on the treadmill, only they were slow jogging and not really doing any effort. And Jack and Mike were still occasionally doing a few reps that she could see were too easy for them. They were all just watching her. She looked at each of them; all of them were regulars, she'd seen them often there working out. All of them were hot; she thought, any one of them could have her, but what about all of them together? She was so horny thinking about this. This innocent looking girl. Laying there, having all these dirty thoughts, Her pussy began to control her, wanting her to think things, making her inner urges and desires spill out of her mind and into reality… She lay back on the machine, her perk breasts sitting up on her chest, and just began touching herself. Playing. Fondling. Teasing. She grabbed both her tits, squeezing them together, rubbing her nipples with her fingers… ran one hand under her top. Releasing one of her tits. It bounced out. Showing her perfect roundness and beautiful nipple. Then she took her other hand, reached in and pulled the other one out, both her amazing tits just sitting there on show. Then in one swift Smooth motion she whipped her top completely off as she sat up on the bench to an audience of watchful guys. Liking her fingers she caressed each nipple with her hands, before licking them again in a provocative way, mimicking her sucking the end of a cock, taking them deep along her tongue. All the guys in the room were now unsure of what was going on in front of them. Was this even real? They couldn't believe what they were seeing. Jane took her fingers out and looked straight at Mike, and beckoned Jack over towards her, her fingers reeling them in. They both got up. Their cocks noticeably hard inside their shorts. They went over to her, she grabbed each of them and put them to work on her nipples, and encouraged them to play with her breasts, kissing Mike as he was grabbing her before pushing his face down over her nipple. “Suck them, suck those tits guys!’ she waved the others over towards her, and let them all take a turn on her breasts, pushing one away to let the other enjoy. Giving them all fair share of her. While they were going at her, she slipped a hand into her pants, and rubbed her juices on it before wiping it down jacks face. “You like the smell of that?” She asks as she does it. Jack licks the very end of her fingers and she runs them down over his mouth. “Hell yeah, give me more of that!” “TAKE YOUR TURN! greedy boy!” As she offers a handful of her wetness to the other guys, plunging both hands one by one into her pants to retrieve her juices for them. Mike is still ok lapping at her tit fondling her nipple with his tongue, she wiped her pussy coated hand over her other nipple, and pushes Mike down onto it, letting him taste her glory. She looks over and one of if the other guys has his hands on his cock. Stroking it, bringing it hard and to attention, “Get that bad boy out, whip it out over here for me”, she grabs his hand and pulls him over, and rips off his shorts, his cock falls out right in front of her eyes, the head all swollen and hard. She grabs it and starts stroking it. It feels so good in her hand. So smooth, and hard at the same time. “Another one, who's going to get me another one!?” One of the other guys takes off his top, and pulls his shorts down and off onto the floor. His smaller cock flapping about in his hand. She grabs and it quickly stiffens while she's holding it. The other guys all do the same and bring their cocks to the party. She pulls all the guys around her face and starts grabbing and stroking them two at a time, one for each hand. She's fair and only gives each cock surrounding her a good tug, before slapping them all with her hands in a circular motion. Each one is flung around, like a Mexican wave of hard cocks. She grabs the biggest one she can see, Mike's, and starts sucking on it, grabbing two other cocks either side and jerking them. There are six guys, six big cocks circling about her face, and she starts to swallow each one in turn while playing with another two. At one point she managed to get two in her mouth, pleasuring four of them at once. She knows it's time is coming, she's still got her pants on and with six naked guys around her, she doesn't want the others missing out, and her pussy is so wet waiting. She pushes some of the guys back, and bends down pulling her tight pants off at the same time. Her shaved plump, soaking wet pussy is now on display, and she knows all the guys want it. But who goes first… She grabs Jacks head and pushes him down to his knees, directing his mouth onto her pussy lips, forcing him go get a mouth full of juice. He laps it up, and takes his hand up towards her pussy, grabbing her lips and groping her soft flesh, rubbing her labia around in a circle occasionally pressing on her clit, which makes her moan with pleasure, even with a cock in her mouth. She's back sucking their cocks and jerking off another other two, while Jack is eating away at her. She pulls one of the cocks down to the ground and gets the guy between her legs, pops the cock out of her mouth and says “share it!” to which both guys starts taking it in turns to eat her pussy. She's sucking away and holding two cocks while the other two are pleasing her pussy. But one guy from every cock cycle is missing out. She stops, and announces, “ who wants my ass first?” the other guy licking at her pussy, gently starts to lick and finger her ass hole. Tenderly working at it till he gets two fingers safely inside her tight little hole.. She slides down onto her back and lifts up her ass so he can get underneath her, and she sits down on his cock while sitting up, pushing down till it's right inside her. “Oh, I'm. Glad I went with the smaller one!” She states, as she starts to ride it gently up and down, lightly thrusting down on it, and gliding back up. She grabs at the cocks again and begins jerking and sucking, placing jack and the one that was left out back down towards her pussy, forcing them to lick at it while she's bouncing on this cock. She's having so much fun, and no one has even fucked her pussy yet! The feeling of being surrounded by cocks each of them using her. Using her holes makes her ecstatic with enthusiasm, she feels like a slave, but she's also in control telling them what to do… she leans back grabbing mikes huge cock, and begins feeding it inside her pussy from the front, making sure jack is still licking her pussy and the other guys is in her ass. All while Mike trusts himself inside her telling him to “fuck it. Hard.. Give me all you've got” mikes cock is so big he can fill most of her pussy without going all the way in, leaving enough room for jack to work his tongue on her pussy from above, while she lays back and sucks and jerks the other three guys one by one. Like a circle suck… managing all six cocks simultaneously, she feels elated, potential orgasm after orgasm tease her pussy, she can't wait to climax but she wants all of the guys to come with her, all at once. She starts to bounce harder and harder on the guys cock in her ass, feeling it rubbing against Mike's huge dick, the tender thin wall that separates them feeling more and more tender. Mike stars pumping his cock in her. Deeper and deeper, Faster and harder pushing jacks head away from her pussy. “Get your cock in there too jack”, and she stretches open her pussy with her fingers and gets him to glide his member in her chamber as well… with a cock in each hand, rotating with the third sucking in her mouth, two cocks in her pussy and One in her ass: she's plugged up. She can barely breathe, her body is tingling all over, her orgasm is right there… This is her moment, she's secretly a dirty little slut and she's loving it. This innocent girl, pushing the boundaries of all of their fantasies. She rides the cock filling her up, pushes the cock deeper down her throat and angrily jerks at the cocks till putting them in her mouth feels like a relief for the guys. Her mouth is sloppy, her ass is stretched, her pussy is dripping and squirting over everything, each guy is going at it, all of them wanting to cum. She waits till she can feel it, the cum like taste in her mouth… She then stops and gets all the guys to switch places, she's sucking Mike's big cock, riding jacks cock in her ass as sucking at each of the other guys collectively, the change over gets the guys on edge each of them moments away from being beyond their control. She hops off all the cocks let's go and stops sucking, and tells them all to cum all over her. Jack splashes his right across her breasts and neck… the other two cum all over her body, and the fourth one covers her lips and face… Mike is still going, jerking as furious as he ever had before. She grabs him pushes him on his back and sits down, forcing his cock deep inside her just as he lets go… filling her pussy up till it's dripping out the side of her… With this she cums on his cock so hard her pussy squeezes down. As she squirts out all over him, and Mike's huge cock and he comes all over her pussy again as she lifts off. Her orgasm forcing her to roll off and quiver like a shaking wreck… all covered in glistening cum and her own juices… she looks around at all the guys and asks, “Who want to do that again?”

10 January 2026

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I tried hard not to let the old woman in But she arrived anyway with a sheepish grin. I tried to bribe her with a bottle of Gin. Go away But the old woman is determined to stay So thanks to her I may not hear The sweet nothings you whisper in my ear. Because I am as deaf as a post. Though I guess I can boast My legs are still long. But don’t get me wrong. My jelly belly looks like a baggy balloon  And sometimes I howl at the moon. Life’s not fair! But I dread crumbling with despair. Thankfully I hear the ocean calling me to Seize the day! So, I am out the door and on my way. Peddling my E Bike I zoom along Because I am not yet ready for that final gong.  But keep falling into the dreaded rabbit hole. So pardon me while I curse. Because old age has taken hold And I feel ever so terse. She has confined me to barracks for months now not just weeks. I soldier on and on pretending life without sex is fine. But honestly my old bones creak   And Sir thanks for the kind offer of your services but regrettably I decline. Because sex is neither the elixir nor the antidote. And yes Sir your empathy and compassion will get my vote. But No Sir I know what you are thinking. Sadly willing bodies entwined will not distract me from my pain. And if anyone suggests I settle down with a nice retired old man This crazy old Dame Will kick up her heels and do the Can! Can!* Well as best I Can! Can!*  Let’s face facts  I am full up to dollies wax  With sexist ageist BS! What would you do if you were me? I asked my Mentor G.P.S. (Otherwise known as Goddess Pussy in the sky.) Julie doomsday is not yet nigh. I have stored a dossier about your life in the clouds above. And today I gift you your own hard copy with my love. Also, I encourage you to celebrate your old age. By performing a bawdy poem on the Nimbin stage. For inspiration open your dossier at the chapter titled Julie’s debauchery fun Next, to an audience of one But preferably to a crowd Read the chapter out loud Then Goddess pussy disappeared into a fluffy cloud. Julie’s debauchery fun Chapter one Julie at the top of the list is the bliss of your first kiss. Next is the fun loving girl who loves to dance and twirl. Or when you are feeling peeved A trick to keep up your sleeve Is to provocatively undress. Re-enacting the thrill of being a saucy seductress. Then with audacious flair Teasingly caress your bare derriere Or simply wave your arms in the air Dancing naked on a chair. Then bring to mind indulging in a good licking. When your inner slut was alive and kicking. And Julie can you recall making love in cyber space Wearing your black gown of feathers and lace? The fact is you never let a chance go by To enjoy the no pants dance Because doing the what comes naturally Has kept the fire in your belly And I wager Julie you have fond memories of impersonating Madame Lash. Remember Julie? You wore your Mona Lisa smile  Wielding your whip With finesse and style.  Do that! Harder! Harder! Do that Faster! Faster! No! No! That's not what I meant. Fuck me hard young bard and don't stop until you are spent.' On the flip side being a brazen whore Thrilled you to the core. OH Yes Master! Yes Master  J' adore I am yours to obey. I will do your bidding both night and day So, take me on all fours I am a Wanton Whore And Master I am yours And Julie although you brag  Enjoying a raunchy shag  In a hot tub  Here’s the rub In the mile high club I bet you regret You haven't bonked yet But better by far Than that quickie in the car Was getting laid. Again! Again! and Again! and Again! On the Fuckity! Fickity! Fuckity! Fickity! train Clickity! Clack! Clickity! Clack! Clickity! Clickity! Clickity! Clack! And Julie by the way  I smile when I hear you say Thank God Hitten the kitten  Does not have a use by date That means I can always merrily masturbate Until it’s time to enter the pearly gates  Now Julie that’s what I call  Gratitude with attitude Now with that said and done I trust this record of your debauchery fun Encourages you to turn the next page  And inspires you to perform a bawdy poem on the Nimbin stage. Julie, I have had a ball recalling your glorious raunchy nights. The afternoon delights. The skyrockets in flight. Remember though Julie The future is not ours to see What will be will be Lastly Julie please share this Mantra with your audience today. Blessings to the old woman who came to stay To teach me not to watch the bridges as they burn. Blessings for all the lessons I still need to learn To make this next leg of my journey the best yet. Blessings to the Universe for aiding me in my quest. To accept everything happens for me. Not to me Blessings to the powerful force of my destiny That carries me forth with love and peace in my heart. Heralding each moment as a brand-new start. Blessings for the awareness that my challenges will not bring about my demise. They are gifts in disguise And if I do slip back into despair I will not offer it a chair Instead, I will politely tell it to Nick off! And hold the lamp light of my soul aloft. Because it cannot be bought or sold   Rather my soul shines brightly. Like a beacon of gold. Reminding me what really matters in the end. Is to fearlessly negotiate each twist and bend (Evolving to changing circumstance. By celebrating life as a beautiful dance), All I am saying is give peace a chance. Why walk when you can dance? Dance me to the end of time

8 January 2026

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I'd never been to the Blue Mountains before so a coupla guy who had invited me and we caught the train to Wentworth Falls. Was late when we got there but there was a take-away shop on the highway and the nice lady made us hard boiled eggs & lots of food so we didn't have to keep coming back into town. She also said that the school hall may be open but if not the church hall should be... neither was so we walked down to where the path was that lead to the valley... by then it was pitch black. We rolled out our sleeping bags and went to sleep. I was first to wake up in morning and we were on a slope, quite steep, so gently woke the guys & said don't jump up just sit up & look at your toes then ease out of your bags... lucky our heads were near the top of the incline! so we got up, had some of the food then walked down the path to find a place to camp. We found a really nice spot of soft grass and made that our 'home' for a few days. It was Easter but we weren't expecting what was to come! After a rest we made our way to nearest waterfall and decided to have a shower under it. So took off our clothes and enjoyed the water though it was a tad cold. after about 10 mins, out of no where it seemed a whole bunch of Japanese tourists showed up and without even a 'would you mind?' started taking our pics! That was interesting, we didn't mind, we were tripping anyway. So after they left we made our way back to our camp and played a coupla hands of cards. It was a beautiful afternoon so I made love with 1 of the guys while the other watched, then he joined in. That was the day that I said 'if I could ever afford it would move to the mountains'. So years later when looking to buy remembered that comment and although couldn't afford Wentworth Falls did buy where I could afford! (That was in 1969, I bought my house in 1983)

8 January 2026

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This is your fantasy ;) but based on true stories. You are sitting there, naked. The way this situation came about is irrelevant now, your mind is focused on the present, and in gleeful anticipation of what comes next. You had heard the stories, but was not convinced they were true, and was pretty sure it was just arrogant boasting. You have met the type many times before. There was the possibility, though, that the next hour could be quite an experience. From behind you the words “just relax” are whispered, in a tone that is as gentle and sudden as the soft caress of the finger tips stroking up your back. The light touch almost feels tingly as it reaches your shoulders. You suppress the urge to twitch, and are relieved that the sensation has changed both direction and pressure. With more skin contact you feel a warmth flow into you and down your entire body, as palms and fingers meander down your back. Sometimes closer to your spine, sometimes closer to your sides. It almost tickles, but the warm feeling that floats down your body at the same time, relaxes and tames any reaction. As the process is repeated, the up strokes feel more electric, but tempered by the growing feeling of comfort, turning them into waves of sensation. At one time you feel my finger tips continue their journey, and trace up the back of your neck and into your hair. Your whole body internally shivers from the touch, goosebumps flowing from your head to your extremities. You appreciate that your hair is up, as the caress brushes over your ear lobes, and snakes back down the sides and back of your exposed neck. Warmth continues to build from the downstrokes, seeming to accumulate in your belly and your groin. You start rocking your hips. You can’t help it, slowly at first, but you hunger to go faster. You are sitting, with legs opened wide, leaning slightly forward, hands on knees and head down. Sometimes you feel fingers reach around, gently tracing below your breasts, avoiding, for now, your nipples that have become firm from the combination of arousal and goose bumps. Other times you feel a hand resting over your belly, seeming to concentrate the feeling of warmth and comfort you are feeling. Just as you begin to get accustomed to the waves of sensation, my fingers trace down the front of your shoulders and along your arms. The movement brings my face closer to your back and you feel the brush of breath as my hands continue down to interlace with yours. Your body floods with excitement as I begin kissing the top of your back, and the back of your next. Your hips rock faster, you can’t stand the tension. Part of you wants this to last as long as possible, the teasing waves of exhilaration and calm. Part of you wants my hands to be more adventurous, finding it hard to resist the temptation to just grab and move them yourself. By now, reaching around encompasses your entire breasts, fingertips tracing around nipples of impossible firmness. You can feel, literally, how exited I am, at how turned on you are, and that turns you on even more. I ask you to lean back. Finally, you think, as you push your body into mine. But you find the tension rise even further as I stoke along the insides of your thighs and gently massage around the side of your swelling vulva. The tip of your clitoris is at attention, reaching out, begging for contact. You feel a solitary finger, gently, barely touching, trace up your lower lips, and tease the tip of your once private parts. This is repeated again and again, each time with a little more contact and a little more pressure, and a little more time teasing the tip. Juices are already flowing out of you. By now making my fingers wet and slippery, so as they move back and forth, up and down, and all around your engorged parts, there is only smooth comfortable sensation. Cradled by my left arm, leaning back, you feel a familiar pressure growing. You’re almost disappointed that you will climax soon, before I have even penetrated you. But then you come to your senses, or maybe you succumb to your senses, and just enjoy it for what it is. Your back arches as my finger moves rapidly back and forth over your clitoris. The wave of sensation builds by the second. The touch is gentle enough to tease, and rapid enough to maintain the sensation needed to build to a climax. It is almost unbearable as you finally let go and the wave crashes over you, pulses of sensation causing your body to shake. My hand rests on your engorged, wet and quivering pussy. You are grateful that it has stopped moving for now, but the contact reminds you that the night is yet young, and there are more pleasant surprises to come…

8 January 2026

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Today I visited my local salvos store, to see if they had any decent tees, but they didn't. As I was leaving I spotted a cute girl at the counter paying for her things. I walked out and got into my car and waited for her so I could get a better look. Luckily when she came out, her car was parked next to mine. When she came closer, I opened my window and asked her the time, as she was checking, I said I didn't really need the time, but I wanted to say hi as I noticed you inside and thought you were cute. She smiled and said thank you. I asked her what she was up to, before introducing myself and getting her name. She was slim, with dark hair and a cute butt. I asked if she wanted to hangout as she had a day off and wasn't doing much at all. She said, yeah why not. So we decided to go to the Westfield shopping centre across the road and had a coffee and some donuts in the food court. We hung out for an hour or so and the chemistry was strong, lots of laughter and banter. She was a cheeky girl and I knew she was down for some fun if I suggested it, which is exactly what I did. I offered her a relaxing massage back at my place, she jumped at the idea. I drove home and met her there. We walked up to my unit and went straight upstairs to my room. I organised a mattress on the floor, a towel and some coconut oil. She took of her dress and lay down on her stomach with her bra and knickers on. I put some relaxing tantric music on. It was happening, I was already excited and had a hard on in my shorts. I poured the oil onto her back and started to massage it into her skin with both my hands, I was on my knees either side of her arse. I undid her bra strap and got to work on her back and shoulders. Rubbing her down hard and firm whilst reaching around to feel her breasts. They were small but her nipples were hard. She had beautiful light brown skin. She was quiet but making small moaning noises as I continued the massage. I eventually moved down so I could work on her lower back and arse. I folded her underwear into her crack like a g-string as I put oil on her cheeks and felt them. She was warming up at this point, very relaxed and I was just about ready to get in there. I pull her knickers off as she turned around and sat up in front of me. I was still on my knees and she pulled down my shorts grabbed my cock with her left hand. I poured some oil into her right hand and she rubbed it onto my rock hard dick, pulling on it with both her hands. She pushed me down onto my back before mounting me and putting it inside her. She started to straddle me back and forth, working my cock like an angle. She reached around the back and started to fondle my balls as she kept riding me. She moved down and started to kiss me as I worked my cock in and out of her firmly tight pussy. We went slow and sensual, it felt amazing. I had my hands on her arse cheeks as we continued fucking. I almost fell into a dream, I only met this girl a couple of hours earlier and she was in my room now and I am inside her. I can't believe my luck. She didn't even want to use a condom, she said she hadn't had sex for like a year, couldn't imagine that but that's probably why she was so keen. By now she was bouncing on my cock and I blew my load inside her, it was inevitable. It was a great release. But I planned it early and told her I had a second round in me. I went to the bathroom quickly, followed by her. Before we got back into it. This time she lay on her back, I pulled her towards me and put her legs back towards her shoulders and entered her, thrusting into her deep and meaningful. I worked her pussy for the next fifteen minutes, pulling out at times to rub her clit and get her more giddy. After that I flipped her over and pulled her arse up and shoved it in her from behind. She did some hip movements which felt amazing and worked her butt around my solid hard cock. I grabbed onto her waist and just kept banging her hard. I asked her if I could put it into her bum hole, she said yes. I lubed up with more oil and slowly slipped it in. I worked it in and out gently as she was a bit tensed up until eventually she relaxed. I went in and all the way out too many times to remember before pulling out as she turned around and started to give me a hard hand job whilst fondling my balls. She yanked on it for a good five minutes before I blew my second stack all over her face. She gave me a look of satisfaction. She then went to take a shower whilst I just lay there wondering how it all happened so quickly. Stoked and happy to just enjoy the rest of the afternoon before starting work that evening. I got her number so we will probably see each other again, I hope.

7 January 2026

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Whilst I can’t claim to be envious of a man's penis Who every designed it was a genius And it sure gets my attention So let me hasten to add a bloke's erection Both bold and proud Is truly a masterpiece to behold This amazing work of art is also referred to as: A Horn, a Boner, the Beef Bayonet, Percy, Roger Snake in the trousers the Night Crawler Love Muscle and a Hard On. It’s said that this randy quirk of nature started with Adam in the Garden of Eden, And the fact is that evolution deems We inherited Adam's DNA in our horny genes. So, next time you have an urge to play with your: Pork Sword, Beef Bayonet or Major Nelson. Remember you are honouring your basic instinct to slay the Dragon. And as you no doubt already know Scuffing the Ferret is healthy for you. So, to enhance your jerking off fun This is what I suggest you do  Step one... If your imagination needs a boost. Some porn will no doubt help you cut loose. But wait! before you give your Snake a much-needed squeeze If you really! Really! care. I implore pretty please, be fair, Let your Roger loose to do as he pleases  Swinging free in the breeze To strut like a Proud Peacock displaying his glorious glistening crown. Because the healing qualities of fresh air is a fact that’s well renown. Next wrap Mrs. Palmer and her Five Daughters around your Shaft. No! Not like that! Are you daft? Gently and with reverence works best, And use warm coconut oil, because it has passed the test. Not only is it edible, but it is also soft, and smooth like silk, And before long you will be squirting your delicious milk. So, have a towel or two nearby. Cause one never knows where the cum may fly. (Such a pity, and a waste, That I am not available for the taste) I kid you not feasting on the ‘Nectar of the Gods’ is second to none. It almost brings me undone. Cause I have an addiction I need to feed, And confess it’s been diagnosed as ‘Cock sucking greed.’ So, this incorrigible, but wise crone Is hoping my affliction you will condone) But sorry I side tracked so I beg your pardon. Now back to you and your Hard On, I suggest you take your time, and let the full glory of your magnificent Beast, Make you feel sublime giving you an erotic visual feast And because you are taking matters in hand. You will soon feel mighty grand. And even better if you plant your seed  While honouring your Primal need Because when willing bodies entwine It's better than a glass of Ruby red wine But remember when playing Hunt the salami with a lover Don't hide under the covers But, if you are in a public place when you’re Boning up, and want to Scruff the Ferret Sadly, decorum requires you to grin and bear it. Because an erection in public place is definitely out of the question. Instead, may I suggest, you try distraction. Or you may just need to remain astute and simply wait Because with the fullness of time your Full Salute will eventually abate. But if your Fat is still reeving up a gear, And although it may sound queer Hydrotherapy is a quick fix for a raging horn. But the water must not be too hot or too cold. Rather lukewarm is best I have been told. Then in less than a jiffy that should quell the beast. Or, at the very least. It will tame your Stiffy for a while. However, it’s best not to be too complacent or go into denial. But, if the water therapy trick Fails to quieten your Prancing Prowling Prick You could try jogging up and down on the spot and see if that works. Nevertheless, that option is mostly for the galahs, wowsers and total berks. Because if you don’t honour, and pay homage to your ‘Erectcum Life would become rather mediocre, and humdrum. So, if you are out and about when your libido is high  I suggest you don't let a chance go by  But jump behind a bush away from the public eye. Then right there under the heavenly sky Simply salute your primal urge Let loose and splurge! Julie 2026

7 January 2026

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