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

5 July 2025

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A few days after I had fucked Laura while her friend Jane watched, I received a phone call from Jane. She was having some friends around that night and she wanted me to come. She told me Laura would not be there. I arrived at Jane's and found the other people were her boyfriend, another couple and Kathy. We were all in the kitchen, talking and drinking when I noticed that Kathy had left the room. There was music in the lounge room and I found Kathy swaying to the beat. She looked very sexy in her tight jeans and t-shirt. I began to dance with her, which soon had us moving closer together. I brushed my hands across her waist and hips and met no resistance. Hands to the waist again, brushing them up her body and along the sides of her breasts. Her hands were now on my chest and down to my hips. I responded with the old “lets get this t-shirt off” move and she was now dancing in her bra and jeans. By now, everybody else had come from the kitchen to watch us as we continued to dance and fondle each other. I pulled her towards me and removed her bra, revealing breasts that had had some excellent work done to them. Not to be left out, Jane pulled my t-shirt off and now Kathy and I were dancing while rubbing our chests together. Kathy was already barefoot so I took her jeans off very smoothly and she was left dancing in a g-string in front of our audience. Jane, being keen to help, undid my jeans and pulled them off. Soon I had Kathy stepping out of her g-string as I pulled it down. The ever-helpful Jane relieved me of my underwear. My cock was already hard and Kathy's cunt was wet as I ran my finger along it. We were both very turned on by having an audience. I led Kathy to the couch and laid her down. I slid my very hard cock into her very wet cunt as the audience of four watched. This was getting too exciting for me so I pulled out. Kathy asked if there was anything wrong, I told I was over-excited and just needed to calm down a bit. Thirty seconds later my cock was back in her wet cunt and we began the show in front of our audience. At some point, the audience drifted away, leaving us to concentrate on our fucking and positioning. Kathy told me she was going to come so I began to pound her harder so that we came at the same time. As I pulled my cock out of her I could see my cum leaking from her very wet cunt.

5 July 2025

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Was nice to get some positive feedback on my last story so I thought I’d give it another crack. This one’s a prequel; I talked about how I’d got used to pushing Jackie, ultimately getting her to deliver on my fantasy of her taking other lovers. But we’d started WAY back before then and I’d learned exactly how to push her buttons. This story goes right back to shortly after we’d first got together. We’d actually known each other for years, had a few casual short term things going, and always got on, so kept in touch by email, phone and yes, the odd handwritten letter (those were the days!) while carrying on our lives, both of us living and working overseas for periods.   Finally our planets aligned and we were both back in London at the same time so we arranged to meet for dinner. I honestly didn’t have any particular plan, but she arrived in the shortest skirt, and highest shoes, I had ever seen her wear in all the time I’d known her. I completely folded and was lost in lust. We’ve never looked back from that night and have been together ever since.   __________ The story here comes from a few weeks after we’d got together, when we were going to meet her mates (mostly for the first time, I’d met a couple of them).   J and her friends had this really good set up where her group of friends met up once every 2 months to do something, people taking it in turns to organize an activity. We’d go to an art gallery, or the theatre, or do something active. On this occasion it was her turn, and she wanted to organize a joke ‘school sports day’ – silly races like you used to at school, egg/spoon, sack race and the like.   So of course she roped me in to helping her! We found a decent place to do this – a picnic site with a large area of flat grass next to a wood. It had facilities like water & toilets we could use, but wasn’t too busy – ideal. So we planned the day, sent the invites, and got ourselves organized on the day.   Her mates turned up – there were about 20 of us – and we had a great time. Some silly games, some silly prizes, nice food, a couple of drinks, and the weather was perfect, maybe 26 degrees and sunny but we had the shade of the trees.   After the sports we were chatting and I was getting to know Jackie’s mates. One in particular kept finding excuses to chat with me and I was loving the attention. I’ve been blessed with the ability to instantly know if someone has the hots for me my whole life, and this girl – Natalie, a half Italian brunette stunner – was giving out all the signals.   I was amused. I’ve been a player in my time but I’m loyal and not a liar, so there was no question of doing anything, I was Jackie’s guy. Jackie soon picked up on it though and started getting jealous, so then she was pretty much stuck like glue to me for the last half hour or so, holding on to me and giving me little kisses. And I her – I wasn’t using the situation.   We saw everyone off and started packing up the last things to head home, although we kept stopping to kiss. The whole jealousy scenario had turned both of us on a bit and this was early in our relationship so, well, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.   “I can’t wait to get you home,” she said as we finished up.   I reached for her hand, pulled her to me and kissed her again. The little devil on my shoulder was saying something to me. I’ve always loved a bit of al fresco sex and I quite like a bit of exhibitionism & voyeurism. We’d talked about what each of us did or didn’t like at this stage and she wasn’t up for that, and was really very reserved in general, but our sex was great – far from vanilla. And what she said about what she thought was ‘proper’ when she wasn’t turned on didn’t seem to me to chime with how she behaved in bed when she was turned on.   I thought she might be just turned on enough by the jealousy scenario, the buzz of a couple of drinks, the great day and the lovely, cooling air of the late afternoon to not insist on waiting ‘until we got home’.   I gave her a wink.   “We’ve got all evening,” I said, “I really want you too but it’s been such a lovely day, this is such a beautiful place and the air and light is wonderful. Let’s let anticipation make it even sweeter and go for a walk in the woods to round off the day.”   I’m figuring she knew what my game was here but was happy to go along with it anyway. Which, looking back on it years later, was probably right. Like I said, the reserve she claims can melt away pretty quickly if you press the right buttons.   “Sure,” she said, ‘but not TOO long.”   She gave me a look which told me exactly what she was promising here and my cock twitched in my pants, then held out her hand which I took, and we walked hand in hand into the woods.   And it WAS beautiful, there was a slight breeze, no one around, flowers on the forest floor and the late afternoon light rippling through the trees. We kept stopping for a quick kiss and cuddle. After about 10-15 minutes we came to a beautiful small clearing.   “I think we should turn round now,’ she said, “I do have plans for this evening.”   She gave me a look with only one meaning.   “Come here,” I said, with more of a note of command, looking deep into her eyes.   She willingly stepped forward and I took her firmly in my arms and kissed her hard and ran my hand down her side, down over her hips and round to her bum. We were both wearing shorts and sneakers, I just had a polo shirt on and she a spaghetti strap top that was tight on her 38D chest. The strength of my pull of her up and into me lifted her heels off the floor. I loved using my strength with her, it turned her on, and I pushed my tongue into her mouth and kissed her even harder, eliciting a small gasp.   My shorts were not doing a great job of concealing my rapidly hardening cock and she could hardly fail to notice it as I was pulling her into me so firmly. I felt her rub against it deliberately. I kissed her neck and just under her ear which always gets her going and she purred, then reached her hand to between us and started rubbing my cock through my shorts.   “I’m really horny,” she said, “but someone might see!”   “They won’t,” I replied firmly, though frankly I didn’t care if they did or didn’t. “There’s no one for miles.”   I flicked open my own shorts and pulled her hand into my shorts and boxers and she curled her little hand round my now hard shaft and gave it a couple of strokes. I had moved my hand inside her pants too and wriggled it round to gently stroke the outside of her furry slit, feeling her part her legs slightly to give me better access.   “God I love your cock,” she breathed into my ear, “it feels so hard and yet so soft at the same time. Like an iron bar in a moleskin glove.”   She carried on feeling my shaft and then down to my balls before cupping them and rolling them in my hand, as my shorts and boxers fell to my ankles. I pulled hers down too so she could flex her hips and give me enough width to be able to slip one finger into her, and she moaned slightly.   “So thick… so hard,” she muttered.   I looked deep in her eyes. “Suck it,” I said forcefully, noticing her look around. “No one is here, no one can see. Get on your knees and get my cock in your mouth, you know you want to.”   She complied. She sank to her knees and kissed the end of my throbbing cock, then slowly licked her way down the shaft, planting kisses all the way, murmuring stuff about hard rods and soft skin as she did. She swirled her tongue round my balls.   “Suck them,” I commanded. “Suck those balls into your mouth one after the other. Feel how full of cum they are for you, imagine how it will feel when they empty in you.”   Again she complied, sucking one ball into her mouth and rolling her tongue around it, then the other. My cock was visibly throbbing at this point as I looked down at it, and looked at her pretty hand holding my shaft up so she could reach my sack, her copper curls cascading over her shoulders.   Then she moved back up the shaft to the tip. She peeled my foreskin down over my fat, mushroom helmet and licked under the edge, then formed her mouth into the perfect O and slowly took the tip of my cock into it. She pulled off a second to gather her saliva and pushed back on to me, taking the whole head this time and then sucking. Fuck she was hot and wet.   Again and again she pulled back and pushed forward, each time making her mouth as wet and wide as possible before pushing down, taking an extra inch every time. She reached down and started rubbing her clit as she sucked me, rocking back and forth. Finally I bottomed out in her mouth with about half-2/3 of my shaft buried in her. I didn’t expect her to be able to get me in her throat – I’m too thick – but it didn’t matter. On every down stroke she’d get to her limits then suck and do whatever she could with her tongue before pulling back.   She pulled off me, gasping.   “Sorry, jaw hurts,” she said, “opening so wide.”   I pulled her up and kissed her, telling her it had been fantastic. I wanted to taste her now, but couldn’t do a proper job with her legs bound together with her pants, so moved to pull them off at least one foot so I could open her legs wide.   She shook her head and pulled me up, kissed me hard, then whispered in my ear   “No… someone might come, need to pull pants up quick in a hurry if they do.”   She was turned on beyond belief though, kissing and pawing at me. I snaked my hand down to her pussy to keep her on the boil, running my fingers through her sparse pubic hair and between her soaking pussy lips. She shuddered slightly and groaned against my lips, moving her hips up and down against my finger, desperate for more.   “Let’s have a quickie,” I gasped into her ear. “No one’s here, I need you. We could. I could take you from behind, over that log.”   She was wriggling and writhing against me and looked quickly over to where I meant. There was a fallen tree with a thick trunk so I formed almost like the height of a table or desk. Then turned her head back and quickly nodded.   We both wanted to act fast. I turned her round, kissed the back of her neck with my hand still buried in her snatch as she arched against me, then pushed her over the tree. She put her hands out on to the trunk and put her arse in the air and tried to get her legs as wide as her pants would allow. Her pussy was visibly open, soaking and quivering, begging for a cock.   I positioned myself behind her and rubbed the fat head of my cock on her lips. She was mewing and trying to push back on to me. I didn’t hang about, I didn’t know how for how long her lust would overcome her reserve and I didn’t want her to change her mind. I forced my dick in to her in 3 hard thrusts. I don’t have the world’s longest cock but I have always been proud of my girth and I couldn’t get it in in one go. I knocked the breath out of her as my cock forced her wide open and I started to give her the best, deepest thrusts I could given the constraints of both of us having pants round our ankles.   She was gasping and backing on to me as I held her hips and marvelled at her gorgeous, creamy arse – classic redhead skin - and her pussy clenching at my dick as I pounded her, her arsehole winking involuntarily as I pushed and pulled her hips.   “Fucking hell yes!” she grunted. “So thick. So deep. Don’t stop.”   I had absolutely no intention of stopping but I was beginning to tire. Fucking horny though this was, it was slightly awkward. J’s only 5’2” and I had to bend my knees at a weird angle to thrust up into her, and she was trying to get on tippy toes too, so we were both struggling a bit with the position. This is why when we fuck doggy style in a standing position I always get her to keep her heels on! (well, it’s a good excuse :D)   I pulled my cock out and turned her round, kissed her deeply, then hitched her bum up in my hands, picking her whole weight up, and pushed her back on to the trunk. She realized what I was trying to do and laid back on the trunk and picked her feet up, so I was holding her in the air using the tree to take some of her weight with my hands still holding her arse up to take the rest of it.   That was better. With her feet together on my chest still held by her pants, she could open her legs wide. I moved my hips forward and speared my cock deep into her. Her eyes rolled in her head with this much deeper penetration and she let out a deep groan.   It was better for me too, I’m a simple guy most of the time and I like my cock going deep and hard in to a wet pussy. In this position I could move her hips and cunt on to my cock as I started thrusting hard into her, giving her deep long strokes. Her tits were jiggling in time with this assault and her top lost its ability to contain her left boob and it spilled out, flushed and with a gorgeous erect nipple. I’m not sure she even noticed.   We were both still feeling the urgency to make this a pretty quick fuck, given our exposed position, but both also loving the cool forest air on our half naked bodies as we coupled. The position was doing it for both of us and I could feel that familiar tingle in my balls. I knew I could come pretty quickly just by looking at something that would do it for me – her flushed face, her escaped boob, her pussy submitting to my assault, but I wanted her to come too.   She knew I was near too.   “Ahhhh, I can see your come face!” she cried in a low voice and with a wide smile, “go on, fuck me, come in me.”   She was looking me deep in the eye as I fucked her and as she said this, urging me on. I knew she was close but didn’t know if she was close enough to come.   I decided to try something. I flicked my eyes up past her head then back to her face.   “Someone’s watching us,” I hissed, my eyes wide.   Her eyes went even wider and she shook her head and her shoulders started shaking. For a moment I thought she was looking round to see, or was going to push me away, but I was wrong.   “Don’ care, don’ care, don’ care!” she cried urgently, in a voice she was trying to suppress.   “Jus’ fuck me, don’ stop, don’ stop!!”   At this point her shoulders were shaking and heaving, a massive flush spread right over her chest and up her neck, and she was grabbing my hips and arse trying to pull me harder and deeper into her. Then something amazing happened – on a particularly hard stroke her pussy just suddenly opened up and was instantly soaking, like literally 2 or 3 times wetter, and wide to the point of being completely loose even round my thick shaft.   At the same time her entrance tightened. It honestly felt like my cock was being gripped round the base by a hand that was squeezing on it, whilst my shaft and head was buried in something that was suddenly like a soaking wet football stadium. I felt a spray of her juice on my pubes and balls, whether she was actually squirting or it was just the pressure of my pounding forcing her wetness out, I didn’t know, but I didn’t fucking care to be honest. I was almost instantly ready to cum.   She was already there. Her hips and thighs started convulsing against me and she cried out.   “Unh, unh, yes, yes, YES! NOW! NOW!” she was virtually screaming.   Her hands were clawing at me, she threw her head back and shut her eyes tight and shuddered, shoulders and hips shaking as that wonderful cunt clenched then released, clenched then released, spurts of juice soaking my balls on each release as she went through a half minute or more orgasm.   I gave her one last, hard thrust and pulled her bum, forcing her on to me as deep as I could possibly go and let out a guttural groan. I looked down to the join of the root of my cock and her sparse ginger bush, and let fly. My balls jumped and twitched as I emptied myself into her. I was probably grinding away trying to get even an extra millimetre deeper, but I don’t think she was in any state to notice.   Her legs flopped apart but I held her up and held her to me – ever the gentleman! – so she didn’t hit the deck. Leaned over and kissed her and made sure she was back in the land of the living, then set her down gently once I could be sure her legs were going to hold her. My cock flopped out of her and cum and juice spewed out and dripped on the forest floor. We both looked at it, looked at each other, shrugged, and laughed. Well, giggled to be honest.   “What an amazing fuck,” I said to her, “YOU are an amazing fuck. Thank you.”   She just smiled and hugged me. We still had our pants pulled down so hurriedly pulled them up and dusted ourselves off, and furtively looked around to see if anyone was there. We were alone.   ____________ She hugged my arm on the way back to the campsite and the car. I could see there was something on her mind but she was quiet. Finally she blurted it out.   “Was there REALLY someone watching?” she asked.   “I… think so. I could have sworn I saw a face of someone hiding behind a tree,” I replied, lying. “Maybe they were wanking and got off and hid or something.”   “Hmm,” was her only response.   I could see her thinking about it. I think she knew I’d made it up. I also think she knew it had really excited her. I didn’t care if she was going to admit it or not. I’d just enjoyed one of the best sex sessions of my whole life.   We were both learning lots about our respective sexual response at that point in our relationship. I’m not sure she’d twigged yet how much of a deviant I could be, but I think she was beginning to enjoy what could happen when I pushed her out of her comfort zone. For my part I was revelling in the amazing physical response of this woman. I was no angel and had plenty of experience, but I’d never seen or felt a woman come like she did, in real life or in porn. There was absolutely nothing fake or equivocal about it, it was a totally authentic surrender to her body’s reactions.   Not that every time we had sex was like this. Like most women, she could have smaller orgasms as well as the huge releases and enjoy them if not quite as much, differently. But the really, really big ones were always heralded by that ‘wet pit’ feeling that had really taken me by surprise. Sometimes it would be on my tongue, more often from a really thorough pounding, and the extra spice.- like thinking she’d been caught – always made it happen. And it would make me come buckets too, every time.   ______________   When the whole delicacy about whether I’d been truthful had died down, I felt safe enough to tease her a bit about exhibitionism. The thing that really got me going was how when she thought someone had caught us, it had really pushed her over the edge into a massive orgasm. This was a total revelation for me as she could be a very reserved person – until her blood was up. I realised then that pushing her in this way was going to be the key.   Some switch had flicked inside her too, even though she wouldn’t talk openly about it other than the odd, very occasional sex-charged pillow talk session (that reserve again!). I noticed that every time her parents or sisters were staying over at ours, or every time we went to visit them, she’d want to fuck.   Jackie is *extremely* vocal when she fucks and especially when she comes, when we’re on our own, but she’d got to a point where it was a massive turn on for her to see if she could stay quiet enough for them not to hear and fuck anyway. I too found this hugely arousing. I swear on more than on occasion she’d let out a small cry deliberately, then try to stuff her or my hand into her mouth, or a pillow if I was taking her from behind, to get the spice of thinking her family had heard the cry and had ears pricked to see if it continued. The dirty little minx would always come like a train on these occasions.   It became a bit of a game with us, especially on holiday, to finding places we could fuck outside where we *might* get caught but might not. Or where we could possibly be spotted if people were awake and alert. I’ve lost count of the number of times I bent her over on a hotel balcony and ploughed her pussy, or we screwed with curtains and windows wide open in a high rise hotel surrounded by other tall buildings.   That’s one of the things I love so much about this woman – once you flick that switch inside her and overcome the inhibition, she’ll be open to getting revved up again with a similar situation, with *just enough* regularity to keep you guessing, keep you on the boil, and keep it fresh :-)

2 July 2025

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It started with a look. Georgie walked ahead of me, hips swaying like they had a personal vendetta against every sane thought I’d ever had. Her heels clicked sharply on the polished tile floor of the lingerie section — a warning shot if ever I heard one. Stockings, black lace, and delicate silks fluttered around us, but nothing came close to the dangerous curve of her smirk when she turned and said, “Pick one. I’ll try it on… if you’re good.” Oh, I was already bad. I handed her a delicate, white lace set that looked like sin sewn into fabric — just to see how far she’d go. She disappeared into the change room, but the curtain didn’t quite shut. That was deliberate. Everything about Georgie was deliberate. “Come in,” she purred, and that was it — the last thread of control snapped. I stepped into the tiny change room and pulled the curtain shut behind me. The lighting was low, warm, golden… like a secret whispered in the dark. Georgie stood with her back to me, hair loose down her back, wearing nothing but that lace. And heels. Those fucking heels. I moved in close. My hands found her hips, sliding along the smooth curve of her waist before pulling her back against me. She gasped — soft and sharp — as my lips traced the line of her neck, then lower, nibbling down to the swell of her breast. “You’re trouble,” she breathed. “And you’re about to get fucked like it,” I growled. She turned to face me, eyes smouldering. No hesitation. I pushed her gently back against the mirror, the cold glass making her arch with a gasp. My mouth was everywhere — throat, collarbone, the edge of her lace bra — tongue teasing, teeth scraping, hands pinning her like I’d claimed her for good. She moaned when my fingers slid beneath the waistband of her thong. Slick. Hot. Ready. “Fuck, Georgie,” I groaned, voice low and raw. “You’re soaked.” “Then do something about it.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I spun her around, her hands braced against the mirror. That perfect arse in those lace briefs had me right on the edge. I pulled them down just enough, then freed myself — thick, hard, desperate. She moaned as I teased her entrance, the head of my cock sliding between her folds. When I pushed inside her, we both lost our breath. She was tight, wet heat clenching around me as I thrust deep. My hand slid up her spine, gripping her hair, pulling her back so I could whisper filth into her ear. Every movement was rougher than the last — hips slamming, breath ragged, bodies colliding in a rhythm that echoed against the glass and velvet curtain. “You wanted this,” I growled, fucking her harder, watching our reflection. “You wore those heels on purpose.” She whimpered, “I wanted you to lose control.” I did. I gripped her hips and pounded into her, deeper, faster, until I felt her legs shake — her body tightening, her breath catching as she came hard around me, biting her own knuckle to muffle the cry. I followed with a grunt, buried deep, emptying myself inside her with one final, shuddering thrust. We stood there for a moment — breathing, pulsing, wrecked. Then Georgie looked over her shoulder with a wicked grin. “So,” she said, lips curling, “what do you think of the fit?”

29 June 2025

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The public pool was chaos — school holidays, a heatwave, and the place packed to the gills. Families everywhere. Lifeguards barking orders. The wet slap of feet on concrete echoing nonstop. But behind the change room door? That was another world entirely. She’d slipped me a look earlier — over the top of her sunglasses, blonde hair tied up in a messy bun, tits nearly spilling out of her black one-piece like they were trying to cause a riot. Curvy, wet, and every inch built for trouble. She mouthed just one word: Now. I followed her like a man hypnotised. The change room was humid, damp, and echoing. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. The smell of chlorine mixed with cheap body spray and something darker: anticipation. She dragged me into the furthest stall, slammed the door shut, and pushed me against the cold tiled wall. “You’ve been staring all day,” she hissed, breath hot against his mouth. “About time you put that tongue to better use.” Her swimsuit had a zip — front and centre. She pulled it down slowly, letting her massive tits bounce free like they’d been caged too long. They were glistening with pool water… or maybe sweat. I didn’t care. I dropped to my knees like a worshipper at an altar. She moaned — loud. Reckless. The echo made it worse. Or better. Either way, neither of us were stopping. She sat on the little bench in the stall, spread her thick thighs, and pulled him in by the hair. I devoured her like a man starved — hands clutching her soft flesh, lips working like his life depended on it. “That’s it,” she panted. “Right there, fuck — yes!” The splash of a mop bucket outside made us freeze. A cleaner passed by, whistling. Didn’t even pause. The moment they were gone, she yanked me up, flipped me around, and dropped to her knees. Her mouth found me through my swimmers — biting, licking, tugging — until I was shaking against the stall wall, one hand gripping the door for dear life, the other fisting her hair as she swallowed me whole. i couldn’t last. Not with that view — her tits pressed together, eyes locked on mine, dripping from the pool and soaked now from me too. When she finally stood, she didn’t even pull the swimsuit back up. Just turned, bent over the bench, and looked at me over her shoulder. “You better be quick, lover. I think the swim school’s about to start.” I buried myself inside her in one filthy thrust. The sound was obscene — wet, raw, desperate. Her ass bounced back against me, every stroke deeper, harder, faster. The stall shook. The bench squeaked. Her moans were muffled by her hand — barely. “You gonna fill me up?” she growled, breath hitching. “Leave me dripping when the mums walk in?” I growled something unintelligible and came with a shudder, still pumping into her, holding her hips like I never wanted to let go. When it was over, she fixed her hair, zipped up — tits still slightly visible — and winked. “Swim’s over,” she whispered. “Better towel off.” I just leaned against the wall, panting, spent, and soaked.

28 June 2025

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They met in passing. A glance. A smirk. A whisper of something filthy shared between strangers. She was a blonde bombshell — a BBW with God-tier tits that looked like they needed a warning sign. Every step she took was a temptation. Her tight skirt hugged her wide hips like sin made flesh, and her blouse — low-cut and criminal — struggled to hold her in. Every man in the building looked. None had the balls to do what he was about to. They didn’t even make it to her flat. They barely made it off the landing before he shoved her against the wall of the emergency stairwell — concrete, cold, and echoing. “You filthy little tease,” he growled, hand already up her skirt. “You knew exactly what you were doing wearing this.” “No panties,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip. “Thought I’d save you the trouble.” She was drenched. He spun her around, palms flat against the wall, ass out, skirt bunched at her waist — that thick, round backside begging to be ruined. And her tits? They were hanging heavy, pulled out of her top by his greedy hands and swaying with every hungry thrust he was just seconds from unleashing. The first spank echoed down the stairwell like a gunshot. She whimpered — then giggled. That filthy, shameless giggle that made his cock twitch like a loaded weapon. He dropped his pants just enough, then grabbed her by the hips and drove into her like a man starved. No teasing. No gentle build-up. Just raw, primal hunger. She yelped, hands slamming against the wall, then pushed back harder. Her thighs slapped against his, her moans bouncing off the concrete as he pounded her in rhythm with the beat of his own filth-fueled lust. Anyone could walk by. Someone was coming down the stairs. She didn’t care. She got louder. He grunted, one hand wrapped tight in her blonde hair, the other slapping her ass again just to hear her squeal. Her fat, juicy tits bounced with every movement, a perfect hypnotic rhythm that nearly made him explode on sight. She came hard — thighs shaking, breathless, nails scratching the paint off the wall. But he wasn’t done. He spun her, lifted one thick leg up onto the railing, and slid back inside — deeper this time. The stairwell echoed with skin-on-skin, the vulgar slap of bodies colliding, and her filthy, wanton cries. She looked him in the eyes as she bit down on her own fingers, those massive tits heaving, sweat beading between them. “You going to finish on me? In me? All over these stairs so someone steps in it later?” He didn’t answer. Just growled, buried himself to the hilt, and gave her everything. When it was over, she was ruined — makeup smeared, hair wild, skirt torn, and a puddle of sweat and other things glistening on the concrete below. She smiled, chest still heaving. “Next time… elevator?” He zipped up, slapped her arse one more time, and smirked. “Next time I won’t be so gentle.”

27 June 2025

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I knew she was trouble the moment she slid into the seat beside me—tight jeans, leather jacket, and that cascading fire of red hair catching flickers of screen light like it had secrets to whisper. She said nothing. Didn’t have to. The slow, deliberate crossing of her legs… the ghost of a smirk as her thigh brushed mine… told me she wasn’t here for the movie. The trailers were still rolling when I felt her hand—cool fingers grazing my thigh, casual at first… then deliberate. I turned, catching her eye. She didn’t blink. Didn’t smile. She just leaned in and whispered, “Don’t make a sound.” Fuck. I was rock hard before the opening credits even started. Her fingers worked with slow, sinful precision, unzipping me with all the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing. She freed me—barely concealed by the theatre’s shadows—and slid her hand around me, soft but firm, stroking with maddening control. I clenched my jaw, every nerve on fire as her thumb teased the tip, spreading that first bead of slickness like she owned it. Then she shifted. Turned slightly. Her head dipped low—just enough that her breath, warm and wicked, danced across my skin. Her hair spilled across my lap like fire in the dark. And then she took me. Warm. Wet. Merciless. Sinking down until her lips met her fist and I was buried in the mouth of a goddess with no shame and zero regard for anyone in the rows behind us. I gripped the armrest hard enough to leave dents. Her tongue swirled with devastating rhythm—slow… then fast… then maddeningly slow again, until I was shaking, staring at the screen without seeing a damn thing. “Almost,” she murmured, looking up, lips slick and wicked. She pulled back just before I lost control… tucked me away like a filthy little secret, and leaned in one last time. “You’ll finish,” she whispered, biting my earlobe, “but not here… I want to taste every drop when I’m riding your face later.” Then she stood, walked up the aisle without a glance back, hips swaying like a challenge. And I just sat there—breathless, hard, and completely ruined in Row H, Seat 13.

26 June 2025

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The lounge is a haze of sultry jazz and dim lights, but my eyes are locked on Elena and Marcus in the corner, their bodies screaming sex even from across the room. Elena’s tight emerald dress hugs her tits and ass like it’s painted on, her auburn hair begging to be pulled. Marcus, with his chiseled jaw and smoldering brown eyes, looks like he could fuck me into next week with one glance. We’d flirted hard at that gallery opening weeks ago, their dirty texts about wanting a third—me—making my cock throb every time my phone buzzed. Tonight’s the night we make it real. Elena catches my stare and smirks, her lips wet and inviting. Marcus tilts his head, signaling me over. I grab my whiskey, my dick already twitching as I weave through the crowd to their table. “Fuck, you showed,” Elena purrs, her voice dripping with sin as she pats the chair next to her. “Sit that fine ass down.” I slide in, the air crackling with raw want. Marcus leans forward, his hand brushing mine as he hands me a drink. “Been thinking about you,” he says, his voice low and rough, like he’s already imagining me naked. Elena’s thigh presses against mine under the table, her fingers grazing my knee, creeping higher, teasing. “You as horny as we are?” she whispers, her breath hot against my ear. “Fuck yeah,” I mutter, my voice thick, my cock straining against my jeans. Her hand slides up, brushing my bulge, and I bite back a groan. Marcus watches, his eyes glinting with hunger, like he’s ready to devour us both. “Let’s get the hell outta here,” he growls, tossing cash on the table. My blood’s pounding as we head out, their hands brushing my back, my ass, promising filth. --- Their apartment’s a fucking sex den—soft lights, plush rugs, and a big ol sexy vibe that screams “get fucked.” Marcus pours us whiskey, but we’re past pretending. Elena kicks off her heels, her dress riding up to show off that gorgeous skin. She sways to the dirty beat of the music, her eyes daring me to make a move. “You gonna stand there or come fuck with me?” she taunts, running her hands over her tits. I’m on her in a second, my hands gripping her hips as I crush my mouth to hers. Her lips are wet, sloppy, tasting like wine and sin, her tongue fucking mine like she’s starving. She grinds against my cock, moaning into my mouth. Marcus steps up, his hard chest pressing against her back, his hands sliding under her dress to grab her ass. “Look at you, already so fucking hard,” he murmurs, his eyes on me, his voice making my dick leak. Elena pulls back, her lips swollen, and smirks at Marcus. “I want his cock,” she says, blunt as hell, her hand palming me through my jeans. I groan, and Marcus chuckles, dark and dirty. “Get over here, then,” he says to me, yanking me close. His mouth crashes into mine, rough and hungry, his stubble scraping my jaw as his tongue takes control. Elena’s hands are on my belt, tugging it open, her fingers diving in to wrap around my throbbing cock. “Fuck, you’re big,” she moans, stroking me slow and tight. We stumble to the bedroom, clothes hitting the floor like they’re on fire. Elena’s dress is gone, her tits bouncing, her pussy glistening under the soft light. Marcus is ripped, his cock hard and thick, straining toward us. I shove Elena onto the bed, her legs spreading wide, her cunt begging for attention. “Eat me,” she demands, grabbing my hair, pulling me down. I dive in, my tongue lapping at her wet folds, her clit swollen and pulsing. She bucks against my face, cursing and moaning, her taste driving me wild. Marcus kneels behind me, his hands spreading my ass, his breath hot against my skin. “Gonna make you feel so fucking good,” he growls, his tongue teasing my hole, sending shocks through me. I groan into Elena’s pussy, her thighs clamping around my head as she screams, “Fuck, yes, don’t stop!” Marcus’s fingers slick with lube slide into me, stretching me, making my cock drip onto the sheets. Elena pulls me up, her eyes wild. “I need you inside me,” she pants, guiding my cock to her soaked entrance. I thrust in, her tight heat gripping me, her nails raking my back. “Fuck me hard,” she begs, and I do, pounding into her, her tits bouncing with every slam. Marcus moves behind me, his cock pressing against my ass, slick and ready. “You want this?” he asks, voice rough. “Fuck yes,” I grunt, and he pushes in, slow at first, then deeper, filling me till I’m seeing stars. The three of us move like animals—me fucking Elena’s dripping cunt, Marcus railing my ass, our groans and curses filling the room. Elena’s pussy clenches around me as she comes, screaming my name, her juices soaking us. Marcus grips my hips, his thrusts brutal and perfect, and I’m lost, my cock exploding inside Elena as he unloads in me, hot and deep. We collapse, sweaty and spent, tangled in each other, the air thick with sex and satisfaction. Elena grins, tracing a finger down my chest. “Round two?” she teases, and my cock twitches.

25 June 2025

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This was a conversation I had with a lovely lady... she calls me Daddy ;) A boring chilly Sunday afternoon, sitting on the lounge with a book with my husband my mind kept wandering to our afternoon together Daddy. I got up and walked over to the air conditioning control and turned it up a few degrees then into the bedroom I undressed and put on my red lingerie set fishnet patches with gold clasps, push up bra, suspender belt with garters and G-string, strategically I place the G-string on last over the suspenders and garters as I know he loves me in them and my plan was for my G-string to not stay on too long. I opened our wardrobe draw and selected my purple cock shaped dildo and some lube placed them on the dresser next to me as I sat down in front of my make mirror, pulled my hair into a high pony tail, fixed my lipstick and eyes I stood up and wiggled my ass in the mirror smiled to myself and went back to my wardrobe I took out my black patent heels and my black collar I checked myself in the mirror with my hair and make up my lingerie, collar and heels mmmmm time for some fun. The sound of my heels on the floorboards as I walked into the carpeted lounge room holding my dildo and lube in my lingerie and heels made my husband look up from his book a cheeky smile immediately crossed his face. I knelt down on my knees in front of him kissed him and whispered “ I’m horny I need cock” I felt his hands on my body as we kissed and I tugged on his pants “take them off” I ordered and he stood up and procced to get naked and sat back down on the lounge his cock already getting hard as I reached out and began to play with it, “what’s got you so horny my little slut” my husband asked between kissing my neck and lips. “Zam Daddy” I can’t stop thinking about what I did for him I felt his strong hand come up and loop his fingers in my collar he pulled me up straight on my knees, you came hard for Daddy “yes sir” I answered “my wife is such a slut isn’t she “ again “yes sir” I answered he pulled my face down his now rock hard cock “tell me what you did” he ordered as I began to lick and kiss his cock. In between sucking his cock, I told him how you had me naked then got me so wet and pushed me onto your bed, smacked my bottom then rolled me over onto my back and slip me forward until my head was off your bed. I could taste my husband’s precum as I knelt before him sucking him and describing how you procced to guide your cock into my mouth as I lay my back Daddy and you told me you were going to fuck my face as you were pushing into the limits of my mouth and throat, how my hands immediately went to my tits and pussy as you pushed your cock in deeper My husband got up and pushed me forward, so I was now on my knees bent over the lounge cushion, “keep talking slut” tell me what your Daddy did to you as he smacked my bottom and removed my G-string. I told him how you leant over me with your cock in my mouth, pushed my hands away and began working your fingers into my smooth little pussy as u fucked my mouth between me gasping. My husband pushed the lubed purple dildo against my pussy as I continued to tell him about our adventure. I felt the coldness of the dildo and the lube but I ached for it and pushed back and felt the size stretch into me, I told him how you spat on my pussy and worked 3 of your strong fingers into me as you fucked my face, my husband fucked me hard with my dildo pushing my body forward my arms spread out across the lounge and my little bottom up as he smacked it and pushed Daddy's purple dildo cock deeper and harder into me “u want your Daddy's cock don’t you slut” it was all too much I grabbed my breast and squeezed it as I pushed back and came hard moaning loudly into the lounge at the fucking my husband was giving me with the dildo all I was thinking of was your cock, I was thinking of you fucking my face I was thinking how horny I was I was Cumming so hard! Once id finished I felt my husband slide the dildo out of me he kissed me and brought your purple tool to my face” be a good girl and clean Daddy's cock” I opened my mouth and hungrily devoured my juices and lube from it he rubbed it over my face as I tried to take it in my mouth “oh fuc you’re a slut” he said as he smacked my bottom again. “You love sucking Daddy's cock in front of me don’t you slut” my hand slipped down between my legs, and I began to rub as his dirty talk took control of me. I felt his fingers in the loop of my collar and he pulled me forward onto the dildo I gagged, “yeah is that what Daddy did to you” then again gagging again "ohh fuck", I grabbed his arm and pushed him back for breath as my fingers hit the spot and I came and came throwing my head and body back instinctively. On my knees upright now I leant back a little and rubbed my tits as I looked at my husband with a cheeky smile, he kissed me “I’m sorry sir I love being a cock whore” I gasped to him “you're beautiful” he whispered to me my body fucked, bottom red, lube everywhere make up running, lingerie in dishevel over my body. He got up and grabbed some cushions off the lounge then guided me to spread my legs a little more on my knees I felt him placing the cushions between my legs and guiding me back I felt the purple Dildo and he slide it back into my well used pussy. “Keep your Daddy inside u” he ordered I nodded my head. He walked around in front of me and knelt on the lounge his cock was raging hard I could see precum dripping, I leant forward to devour it he caught me holding me by my chin, he knelt down to kiss me “where did Daddy cum” he asked he pushed me back a little so I was upright again on Daddy's purple dildo cock I wiggled down on it and rubbed my tits as I told him I described myself laying on my back on your bed as you Daddy were fucking my face forcing your fingers into me making me cum, the feeling of the vibrator wand being placed on my pussy making me moan and ache and cum again and then Daddy throbbing feeling u start to throb in my mouth “I’m going to make you Daddy's little cum slut” you announced as you pulled out of my mouth and jerked your hard cock above me the excitement as your hot cum started hitting me all over my face, my hair my wanting open mouth, tongue. My husband’s cock was so hard as he grabbed my head and pulled me down my mouth engulfing his hardness his precum tasting so good I felt a shudder through my body down to my pussy full of your purple manhood Daddy, I imagined you behind me thrusting into me Daddy as I sucked hard on my husband cock, the filth he was saying to me as I sucked him excited and ached me to want more as I ground myself down on the pillows for you to be deeper being used between you both my husband and my Daddy oh fuck oh fuck I’m Cumming again I leant up gasping my husband grabbed my hair and held me as he jerked his cock furiously I came again on your purple cock Daddy as he squirted his cum all over me my face my mouth my tits even my thighs it was everywhere. I collapsed back onto the lounge room floor panting. He came over and knelt next to me feeding me his cock telling me clean it tasting the last drops of his cum as he rubbed it over my face “your such a beautiful cum slut babe” he whisper to me as he ran a finger though his cum on my cheek and placed it into my mouth. I felt your purple dildo cock pop out of me and rest against my thigh and the cushions mmmmmmm I’m a mess I thought but OMFG what a fun horny mess that was sharing our adventure with my husband thank you Zam Daddy, I hope I made you proud xxxx

24 June 2025

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I came across an older woman who was incredibly attractive, and after exchanging a few messages, we discovered we were both looking for the same thing. We decided to meet for lunch at a pub in Rundle Mall to see if we clicked. On the day, we strolled around the mall, chatting about our lives. After a bit, we headed to the pub, ordered drinks, and found a secluded corner to sit. As we talked, the atmosphere became flirtatious. She began sharing some sexy naked photos, and I did the same, noticing her growing interest. Things escalated quickly, and we started touching each other discreetly. When a few people approached, we paused, but the chemistry was undeniable. Soon, we were kissing passionately, ignoring the people around us. After a while, we decided to leave the pub. I offered to drive her home, and she agreed happily. Once we reached my car, she pulled me in for a deep tongue kiss, and we couldn't help but touch each other, even with people passing by. She couldn’t take me home — she lived with her mum — so she directed me to a quiet car park near her place. The drive there was filled with teasing: her hand sliding over my hard cock, playful squeezes, kisses at every red light, her voice whispering how much she wanted me. When we arrived, it was dark and raining heavily. We moved to the back seat, where things got even steamy. I explored her body, every curve and detail, her soft moans guiding my touch. She was warm, wet, and ready. My fingers slid inside her as she sat above me, while kissing each other. She was grinding against my hard cock, and when she asked me to take her, I didn’t hesitate. I reached for a condom from the dash as she undressed fully, looking at me with lust. She started riding me passionately. I could sense her nearing her climax, and within a few minutes, she came, but I was still ready to continue. But we weren’t finished — not even close. I laid her down and started fucking her in missionary, as we moved together in sync. When I asked where she wanted me to finish, she whispered she wanted it inside. Although I had never done that before, I agreed. I removed the condom and continued, and after a few intense minutes, I climaxed, filling her up with my cum — weeks of pent-up cum went inside her out and some spilling out on the car seat as we just took a deep breath. Despite the cold outside, the car was steamy, and I had to turn on the AC for some relief. We took a moment to collect ourselves before getting dressed. Her mom was calling, reminding her it was time for dinner, so we hurried to her home. As we arrived, we exchanged smiles and numbers, excited to plan our next adventure together.

23 June 2025

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I was thirty, teaching English literature at a university tucked into the outskirts of a fast-modernizing Chinese city. The campus was an eclectic mix — ancient pines and stone courtyards brushing up against the edges of steel-glass towers. It was a place where time folded in strange ways, and it was there I met her. Her name doesn’t need repeating — it’s etched in the heat of memory. She was American, unlike me, from good old Australia, and she was a generation ahead. A professor from a prestigious university in the USA, she’d come for a sabbatical year, invited by the faculty for her reputation, her brilliance, and perhaps, her presence. She was in her mid-fifties — silvering hair pulled into a soft knot, sharp eyes that flicked between you and something deeper, as though always measuring the weight of your soul. Everything about her was composed—until it wasn’t. We met at a departmental dinner, a boozy welcome to teaching in their esteemed university. She wore a black linen blouse, collar open just enough to suggest confidence, and she carried herself like someone who’d learned to own silence better than most command words. I was intrigued. Drawn to her like gravity. Weeks passed. Shared lectures. Long talks over beers after work that turned into late dinners. Her apartment was just outside campus, tucked behind a carved wooden gate. A courtyard flat filled with books, the faint scent of sandalwood lingering in the air. The first time I visited, she poured wine — not the sweet rice kind common there, but a dark red she’d brought from home — and we sat close, the window open to the hum of the city below. She touched my thigh. Firm, sure. A question and an answer in one motion. There was no awkwardness, no preamble. Just the opening of something inevitable. That first night was not hurried — it was symphonic. She undressed like she was unburdening herself. Her body—soft, real, powerful—was not the lithe, sculpted ideal the world worships, but something better. She was lived-in, and she knew things. Her hands taught me more about pleasure in minutes than years of younger, fumbling encounters ever had. She instructed with whispers and pressure — how to read her breathing, how to trace circles that built, then paused, then dove again. She showed me how a woman’s climax could be teased from a whisper to a storm, again and again, until her body folded with exquisite exhaustion. I remember one afternoon, a rare cyclone warning had closed the campus. Rain lashed the windows, and inside her apartment, she took me apart with just her mouth and the curve of her fingers. She liked to dominate at times — not cruelly, never — but with the grace of someone who knew. She liked when I listened, when I let go of all my trying. And in doing so, I gave her everything. We became lovers in the truest sense. Not romantic, not in the fragile, needy way. But intimate. Curious. Fearless. We taught and shared, touched and tasted — across months of stolen mornings, midday trysts between classes, long weekends where I barely left her bed. Sometimes, she wept when she came. Not in sadness, but in something deeper. Release. Power. She told me once, over bare skin and cold sheets, “You don’t take a woman’s pleasure. You invite it. And if she trusts you, she’ll burn your name into the walls of her mind.” I can still smell her perfume — vetiver, musk, something ancient. I can still hear her voice, low and thick with desire, as she leaned into my ear and made promises I felt long before they came true. Eventually, her contract ended. Her time was up. She returned to the States, and I stayed. There was no goodbye in the cinematic sense — no grand farewell. Just a final night, drawn out, unspoken, and unforgettable. She left behind a single book on my desk — Anaïs Nin’s journals, annotated in her own careful handwriting. Inside the front cover, she’d written: “There are years that ask questions, and years that answer them. You were an answer.” I was never the same. And I wouldn’t want to be.

23 June 2025

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So I get there, sweaty and in my work uniform. She greets me at the door. Sort of looks like her pics. Has coloured hair with the back trimmed down with clippers. Takes me to the bedroom and asks if I still want a shower. Say yeah, probably best. Strips off. She’s covered in yellow bruises. Small breasts but a good size nipple. Suckable. Ask her what she’s been up to, she says I had a fuck buddy around last night and he brought a chick he also sleeps with. She said yeah why not, bring her for FFM, I haven’t done one before. The visiting girl wasn’t keen on touching her but the host decided to give her oral while the guy pounded her. Unsure if she’d go for it again. Might have to query that for myself sometime as it’s on my Fucket list. We finish up in the shower. Go and lay on the bed. Bit of small talk then she moves closer. We kiss a bit. I suck her nipples and kiss her neck. Slide my hand down and rub her clit. She’s soaked already. Asks if I want my cock sucked. I said sure, why not. Gives me a bit of oral and comes back to kiss a bit more. I ask if she wants my tongue on her clit. She says yes. I get two fingers in her tight pussy and flick my tongue over her clit. Decide to switch it up and spread her labia so I can get a good circular motion with my thumb on the clit. She bucks against my fingers and pushes herself against the wall to get finger fucked harder. She’s doing a lot of moaning and grunting. Ask if she’s enjoying herself as I wasn’t sure if she was frustrated she couldn’t cum. Apparently she’s already cum twice. I get her Satisfyer out the bedside drawer while she kneels and sucks me. I get her back on the bed and rest the toy on her clit while I finger her some more. She seems to be enjoying it. Although it’s hard to tell when she orgasms. Give me your cock, she demands. This is where I usually put a condom on but I got lost in the sauce. I slide into her tight, wet pussy. She says she loves the way my dick fills her up. Wants me to pound her faster and faster. Says to choke her hard and she’ll tap my arm if she wants me to stop. I get a leg cramp and need to stop anyway. She slides her head off the end of the bed and deepthroats me. I lift her butt just enough to lean forward and tongue her clit some more. Can’t do much work from there but managed to get two fingers inside her to give her some more stimulation. She bends over the bed and wants me inside her. I oblige. I ask if she enjoys her ass being played with. She said no one has ever asked and she doesn’t know how to prep for anal. I say no worries and continue to pound into her. Slapping her ass hard, she tells me to slap harder. We stop to catch a breath for a moment. Then I’m back on top pounding away, choking her and now she wants me to bite her. I try to bite but can’t get a decent grip. She tells me to bite her harder and pound her while choking her. I think she came again. We do a bit more oral off the end of the bed. I don’t see the signs she needs air and she almost blacks out. Says she’s all good. Asks if I usually last this long. I say yeah mostly. These seem like the championship rounds. Surely Dana White is going to pop out the closet at any moment and put a belt around my waist. We’re back in doggy. She wants to be pounded hard but it’s not doing it for me. I slow down and enjoy the feeling of slipping inside her. In and almost out. Back and forth. I’m starting to feel it. I’m picking up the pace. She says *MrDiscreet0* fill my pussy with your cum. Roger I’m on it. I bust my load inside her tight pussy. I’m absolutely covered in sweat at this point. We both are. The ceiling fan isn’t cutting it. She motions for me to cuddle her. She asks if I want to be a friend with benefits.

23 June 2025

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Matched online one restless night. An older woman, bold curves, eyes that promised filth. The messages turned explicit within minutes. No small talk. An address. A time. A warning I wouldn’t leave the same. Her place smelled of wine, candles, and wet skin. A silk robe clung to her body, nipples hard beneath it. No words. Just a hungry kiss, teeth on lips, hands clawing clothes away. Skin met skin, heat rising, pulse pounding. She pushed me down. The taste of her hit instantly — sweet, slick, warm. Tongue buried deep, lips locking around her clit. Her grip in my hair tightened as she rocked against my face, moaning loud, cursing, thighs trembling. She came hard, grinding down, wetness coating my chin. She didn’t give me a second to breathe. Climbed on top, grabbed my cock, slid down in one slow, perfect stroke. Hot, tight, soaked. Her hips rolled, teasing me with every movement, milking every inch. Nails dragged down my chest, teeth found my neck. She set the pace, riding faster, slamming down hard, wet sounds filling the room. A hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my heart race and cock throb. She came again, clenching around me, pulling me over the edge. But it wasn’t just the orgasm. It was what she unlocked. She showed me things I didn’t know I craved. Made me ache for submission, for hunger without hesitation. That night didn’t just ruin me — it rewired me. And I haven’t fucked the same since.

21 June 2025

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I was just about to finish work and still in my uniform, when I thought I would jump on AMM and see what’s out there, no intention for a meet up. After a few minutes doing the usual searches, my notifications showed one. I opened it to see someone had checked me out. So I did the same. Great profile and just my type. 3 minutes later a message. We started a chat and he was pro. Asked all the right questions and knew exactly what he wanted. And that was me. He had a place and was very close. So I headed over. Still in uniform I knocked on his door and he opened with his robe on. Asked me to come in. As I walked in he dropped his robe off and was just in his undies. I liked what I saw. He asked me to get on my knees and I did what I was told. He rubbed his crotch all over my head and face and I could feel him getting hard. He turned his back to me and pulled his undies off. He had a great ass. He bent forward and spread his ass cheeks. It was beautiful. Manicured. I had never seen another guys ass hole like that. He pushed his ass into my face and I started eating it. After about a minute, he got on all fours and I kept in going. I was so hard. He pulled away and turned around. I saw his cock for the first time. He nudged forward and bought my head down. I started sucking him. He was cut about 8in. Beautiful cock. As I was sucking him he would grab his legs and pull himself up and make me lick his ass again. I loved this. After about a 3 minutes he opened the draw and pulled out the lube and condoms. He lubed me up put the condom on and made me lie on my back. He grabbed my legs and pushed them back and slowly very slowly slid his knob in. He knew this was my first. As he pushed in deeper it started to hurt. But a good hurt. After about 4 minutes of pumping me he slowly pulled out. Took the Condom off and made me suck his cock. He was on top. Fucking my face. He came all over my chest. After about a minute he starts to clean me up. Took me into the shower and showered me. Blew me off in the shower and sent me on my way. Thank you.

19 June 2025

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So I met a couple profile on a different app. The husband messaged me we got talking and sent photos back and forth. They were keen to play as far as I was aware. He sent me the address and I went there that evening. When I got there I knocked on the door and there was no answer, but the door opened slightly. I open the door worried at the same time (thinking it was a setup) but then I saw candles all lit through the hallway and up the stairs… I go inside and say hey.. no one responds but I hear noise coming from upstairs. I go up and see the wife is blindfolded and tied with headphones in. I didn’t know where to find it hot or scary as it was my first experience with something like that. The husband came over introduced himself and gave me an idea on what is happening. He then went back over to his wife and continued to fuck her whilst she couldn’t hear or see anything. I took my clothes off and got myself hard, the husband then slowly pulls away from the wife and I go over and start fucking her. She was screaming but she did notice the size difference in cocks. I continued with my deep strokes inside her fucking her hard while holding her tight. I continued fucking her hard as the husband took her blindfold and headphones off, she loved every inch of my thick cock inside her. We ended up fucking for hours and had another guy join in (tried joining) as well. She was soaking the sheets with her cum😍. I fucked and fucked her all night for about 6 hours

16 June 2025

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It was a Sunday afternoon when Laura rang and said she was at her friend Jane's place, and asked me to come and join them. I had met Jane once before when Laura had invited me to go to Bendigo for New Years Eve, staying at Jane's brother's house. The three of us were in one room, Jane in a single bed and Laura and I on a double mattress on the floor next to her. As soon as we could get our clothes off, I was on top of Laura, fucking her as Jane lay on the edge of the bed watching my cock slide in and out of Laura's very wet cunt. My next move was to bring Jane down on the mattress so that she was next to Laura as I continued to fuck her. This was early days for me and I tried to push things too far without making sure everyone wanted to end up on the page I was looking for. I took my wet cock out of Laura and began to slide it into Jane and suddenly it was all over. Lights out, goodnight. With that memory in mind I went to Jane's place and found Laura was walking around wearing only a g-string and an over-size white t-shirt. We had a drink and chatted until the doorbell rang and Jane let an older Italian guy in. They disappeared somewhere into the house and did not reappear for some time. I asked Laura who the guy was and she told me he was the father of some guy that Jane was fucking. Jane was obviously fond of the family. In the meantime, I re-engineered Laura's oversize t-shirt by tying a knot on one side above her hip, revealing her g-string which I then removed. I removed my clothes and now Laura and I were on the couch, her legs over my shoulders as I fucked her wet cunt. During this Jane came back into the room alone and stood watching us fuck. Laura pulled away and walked over to Jane to talk. I stayed on the couch stroking my cock, watching Laura in deep conversation with her partly-fucked cunt on display. Laura came back to the couch, resumed her position as I slid my rock-hard cock back into her hot cunt. Jane knelt on the floor a metre away and watched intently as my cock went back and forth into Laura's wet cunt. The whole scene was so exciting my cock felt as though the skin was becoming impossibly tighter. At some point, Jane said she would start cooking as she walked off to the kitchen. I was not ready to give up thrill of being watched so I picked Laura up, my cock still inside her and moved to a couch that was visible from the kitchen. We continued with Laura on top of my cock while Jane cooked and looked. Later that night, Laura said she was going to sleep at Jane's and invited me to stay. As we fucked later we talked about the excitement we both got out of being watched.

14 June 2025

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The water was already running hot when I pulled you in, not just the temperature, but the heat in your eyes, in your grip, in the way your body pinned mine to the cold tile like you’d been waiting all fucking day to get me under you. You didn’t waste time. My hand gripped your hair, tugging just enough to bare your throat to my mouth, my tongue tracing the droplets that slid down your skin, licking, biting, growling low like the animal I knew you were. “Did you think we were done?” I rasped against you neck. “Shower’s not to clean you up, sweetheart… it’s to make a mess I can rinse off.” Then my fingers were between your legs — again. I didn’t ease in. I slid two inside you with the kind of confidence that only comes from knowing exactly how to wreck a woman. My thumb circled your clit with dirty purpose, and my free hand… fuck… it was braced against the wall, caging you in. You were already moaning — breathless, whimpering, water pounding on your back — but I wasn’t satisfied until you were grinding against my palm like a woman possessed. I watched your face. You loved it. And when I felt you start to clench, hips bucking, thighs shaking — I pulled away. Just. Like. That. “Not yet,” I growled, grabbing your hips and spinning you to face the wall. “You don’t get to cum until you scream.” And then I entered you — hot, hard, so fucking ready — I slid between your legs, pressing against your slickness, teasing, coating my length in you, then slamming in with a deep, savage thrust that knocked the breath from your lungs. You screamed my name, loud enough to echo off the tiles. My hands gripped your hips, pulling you back into every brutal stroke. I didn’t just fuck you— I took. Your hair twisted in my fist, the other smacking your ass as water poured down both of us, soaking the sounds of skin on skin, gasps, groans, filthy praise growled into your ear. “Such a filthy girl… dripping for me…” “You love being used, don’t you?” “I could fuck you like this for hours.” You begged. You begged, again and again… And when I wrapped my arm around your waist, fingers working your clit again as I pounded into you, there was no stopping it — you came hard, convulsing around me, moaning like a woman unhinged. I followed with a roar — hot, deep, feral — collapsing against your back, both of us shuddering, breathless, utterly wrecked under the pounding spray. We stayed like that for a moment — chests heaving, legs trembling, water washing away the evidence but not the feeling. Then your mouth found my ear. “Next round’s in the bedroom,” you whispered. “Now it’s my turn...”

13 June 2025

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The cool night air brushed against her skin, a shiver running down her spine as she stood at the edge of the park, the moonlight casting long shadows across the deserted playground. This was it. She had been waiting for this moment for weeks, fantasizing about it, obsessing over it. The thrill of what was about to happen made her heart race, her breath quicken. She knew she shouldn’t be here, knew it was reckless, but the pull was too strong to resist. The need to surrender, to be taken, to be owned, was all-consuming. Piercing eyes. His eyes. They haunted her thoughts, piercing and cold, yet filled with a promise of something darker, something she craved more than anything. She had never met a man like him, never encountered someone who could read her so effortlessly, who knew exactly what she wanted before she even spoke. He knew her. Knew her in a way no one else ever could. And the way he looked at her—like she was his to command, his to devour—it made her weak in the best way possible. A twig snapped behind her, and her breath hitched. She didn’t turn around, didn’t need to. She could feel his presence, the weight of his gaze on her back, pressing into her like a physical force. He was here. “You came,” his voice rumbled low, a hint of amusement in his tone. “I wasn’t sure you’d have the courage.” She swallowed hard, her throat dry. “I told you I would,” she whispered, her voice trembling despite herself. He stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating against her skin as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Did you tell anyone where you were going?” he asked, his voice dark and dangerous. “Or are you all mine tonight?” She shook her head, her pulse thundering in her ears. “No one knows,” she breathed. “I’m yours.” A low chuckle escaped him, sending a shiver down her spine. “Good girl,” he murmured, his hand tangling in her hair and pulling her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. Those eyes locked onto hers, intense and unyielding. “You understand what that means, don’t you?” She nodded, her body responding to him instinctively, her legs trembling as warmth pooled between her thighs. “Yes,” she whispered. “Say it,” he commanded, his grip tightening slightly. “I’m yours,” she repeated, her voice firmer this time, a flicker of defiance sparking in her eyes. “Do whatever you want with me.” The corner of his mouth curved into a smirk, and he released her hair, trailing his fingers down her neck, over her collarbone, and to the hem of her dress. “You’re insatiable,” he said, his tone teasing but laced with something darker. “Always begging for more. I’ve never met a slut like you.” Her breath came in shallow gasps as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her dress, grazing the sensitive skin of her thigh. “I can’t help it,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “You… you make me feel things I’ve never felt before.” “I know,” he said, his hand moving higher, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. “You love it, don’t you? Love being used, being dominated.” She let out a whimper, her body arching into his touch as he teased her through the thin barrier. “Yes,” she gasped. “I need it. I need you.” His smirk widened, and he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties, pulling them down in one swift motion. The cool air hit her exposed skin, making her gasp, but before she could even think to protest, his hand was between her thighs, his fingers sliding through her wetness with ease. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire. “You’re soaked already.” She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand as he teased her entrance, circling her clit with just enough pressure to make her legs shake. “Please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I need you inside me.” He withdrew his hand abruptly, leaving her whimpering in frustration. “Not yet,” he said, his tone firm. “You’ll take what I give you, when I give it to you.” She nodded, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as her need for him burned hotter. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, her voice broken. He turned her around, pressing her chest against the cold metal of the swing set, her dress bunched around her waist. She felt him behind her, his heat enveloping her as he unbuttoned his jeans, the sound of his zipper sending a jolt of anticipation through her. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he positioned himself at her entrance. “You’re mine,” he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. “And I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll forget your own name.” She moaned, her nails scraping against the metal as he thrust into her in one swift motion, filling her completely. The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming, but it was exactly what she needed. He started moving, his hips slamming against hers with a force that made her cry out, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “You love this, don’t you?” he demanded, his voice harsh against her ear. “You love being fucked like a whore in the middle of a park, where anyone could see you.” She nodded, her mind hazy with pleasure as he pounded into her, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. “Yes,” she moaned. “I love it. I love you.” He let out a low groan, his hand tangling in her hair and pulling her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Look at me when you cum.” Her eyes locked onto his, those piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through her, and she felt herself unraveling, her climax building with an intensity that made her cry out. He didn’t slow down, didn’t let up, his thrusts relentless as he drove her over the edge. Her body convulsed as she came, her walls clamping down around him as she screamed his name, the sound echoing through the empty park. But he wasn’t done with her. He pulled out of her, flipping her around and forcing her to her knees, his cock slick with her arousal as he guided it to her mouth. “Suck,” he ordered, his voice harsh. “And don’t you dare stop until I’m finished with you.” She didn’t hesitate, taking him into her mouth and sucking him with a desperation that made him groan. Her hands gripped his thighs as she worked him, her tongue swirling around the head before taking him deep, her throat relaxing around him. “That’s it,” he muttered, his hand tangling in her hair as he thrust into her mouth, his pace quickening. “You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you?” She moaned around him, her eyes fluttering shut as she focused on pleasing him, on making him cum. It didn’t take long. With a low growl, he came, his release spilling down her throat as she swallowed every last drop. He pulled out of her mouth, his breathing ragged as he looked down at her, those blue eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and something darker, something more primal. “You’re not done yet,” he said, his voice rough. “I’m not finished with you.” Her heart raced as she looked up at him, her legs trembling with anticipation. She knew what was coming next.

12 June 2025

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The engine hummed softly as I pulled up to the curb, my heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of the car. She was standing there, her silhouette illuminated by the dim streetlight. Sarina. Even with her mask on, her beauty was undeniable. She slid into the passeng.er seat, her black leather trousers catching the light as she adjusted herself. “Hi,” she said softly, her voice laced with a shyness that made my pulse quicken. Her hands fidgeted with the strap of her backpack, and I could tell she was nervous. “Thank you for picking me up.” “Of course,” I replied, keeping my tone calm to ease her. “You look stunning.” She laughed softly, the sound like music. “You always know what to say.” We drove in comfortable silence for a while, the tension between us palpable. The last week of our texts had been intense, filled with teasing and fantasies that left both of us aching for more. Tonight, we were finally acting on it. “So,” she began, breaking the silence, “what’s the plan?” “I thought we’d start with dinner,” I said, glancing at her. “But first, I want to see how wet you are” She smiled coyly, her eyes twinkling. “You’ll see soon enough.” We arrived at DFO, and as she stepped out of the car, I couldn’t help but stare. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, the fabric shimmering under the lights. She was breathtaking. She looped her arm through mine, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. “Shall we?” she asked, her voice low and sultry. We wandered through the mall, her body brushing against mine with every step. Her confidence was growing, and I could feel her warmth radiating through the thin fabric of her dress. At one point, she leaned into me, her breath hot against my ear. “You’re driving me crazy,” she whispered, her tone dripping with desire. I smirked, enjoying the effect I was having on her. “Good. That’s the plan.” After LUME, we headed to the steakhouse. The air between us was charged, every glance and touch igniting sparks. Over dinner, our conversation turned playful, then downright naughty. “You know,” she said, her eyes locking with mine, “I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier. About how wet I must be.” I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. “And?” She leaned in closer, her voice a whisper. “You were right.” My heart raced as her hand found my thigh, her fingers trailing higher. She hesitated for a moment before her hand rested on my cock, her touch tentative but deliberate. “You could use your hand,” she teased, her eyes daring me. I grabbed her hand, holding it firmly in place. “Why don’t you do it?” Her breath hitched, and I took the opportunity to caress her breast through the fabric of her dress. She moaned softly, her body pressing into my touch. “I’m so horny,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “Are you wet?” I asked, my fingers moving to the hem of her dress. She laughed, a coy sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Isn’t that the first thing you asked me when I got in the car?” “I wanted to see how much,” I replied, my fingers sliding under her dress. Her breath caught as I traced the outline of her panty. She wasn’t lying. Even through the pad she wore, the fabric was soaked. I rubbed her gently, feeling her body tense under my touch. “Oh, God,” she moaned, her head falling back against the seat. I continued to tease her, my fingers exploring her wetness. She was trembling, her moans growing louder with every stroke. “You need to stop driving,” she gasped, her hand gripping my arm. “You need to concentrate on the road.” I smirked, pulling into a quiet side street. The moment the car was in park, I was on her, my fingers working her clit with precision. She was writhing in the seat, her dress hiked up around her waist. “Shall we go to the back?” I asked, my voice husky. She nodded, her eyes glazed with desire. We climbed into the back seat, her dress falling open as she moved. Her body was a masterpiece, her skin glowing in the moonlight. I kissed her deeply, my hands roaming her curves. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured against her lips. She moaned, her body arching into mine. I pulled down her panties, my fingers sliding into her wetness. She was tight, her walls clenching around me as I explored her. “Please,” she begged, her voice desperate. “I need you.” I hesitated, teasing her with the tip of my cock. “Are you sure?” She looked into my eyes, her expression a mix of desire and determination. “Give it to me.” That was all I needed to hear. I thrust into her, her tightness engulfing me. She cried out, her nails digging into my back as I filled her. I held still for a moment, letting her adjust to my size before I began to move. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper into her. We moved together, our bodies in perfect sync. Her moans filled the car, her pleasure evident in every sound she made. “Fuck me,” she pleaded, her voice broken. “Fuck me harder.” I obliged, my thrusts growing more intense. She was so tight, so wet, and I could feel my orgasm building with every stroke. Her screams grew louder, and I knew she was close. “Come for me,” I growled, my voice thick with desire. Her body convulsed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. I followed her over the edge, my release pouring into her as we clung to each other. We stayed like that for a moment, our breaths heavy, our bodies still connected. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and longing. “That was incredible,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. I kissed her softly, savouring the taste of her lips. “You’re incredible.” We stayed in the back seat for a while, our bodies entwined, our hearts racing. The world outside the car faded away, leaving only the two of us in our little bubble of passion. But reality couldn’t be ignored for long. She glanced at her watch, a look of regret crossing her face. “I have to go,” she said softly. “The kids… my husband…” I nodded, understanding the need to be discreet. “Let me take you home.” As we drove back, the tension between us was still there, but it was softer now, a quiet understanding of the connection we’d shared. When we reached her street, she leaned over and kissed me one last time. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “For making tonight so special.” “Happy birthday,” I replied, my heart aching as she stepped out of the car. She waved as she walked away, her figure disappearing into the night. I sat there for a moment, the weight of what had just happened sinking in. Sarina had trusted me with her secret, and I knew this was only the beginning. But as I drove away, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the start of something much bigger.

12 June 2025

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I met a guy here and hooked up at my caravan that's in storage in Lonsdale. It was during the day we met. We met at the gates, I was dressed straight acting. We got access and pretended he was there to buy it, but no one was around. Got into the van. I got the inside pretty dark with windows shades. He got undressed and laid on the double bed, its a big van. I got changed in to my outfit. Stockings, wig, glasses, g string, mini skirt, tight top and sexy gloves. I laid on the bed next to him, he turned me over and dry humped me flat on my belly, the pulled my hips up and dry banged my little arse, that was awesome. He had taken a viagra and had a cock ring on. He dick had big veins it was over 6inches. With his cock laying on his stomach, I started by rubbing my wet lips along it from head to his shaven balls. I did that for about 5mins then licked it all over hands free. I got between his legs and sucked on his balls for a bit then licked all the way up until I put his head into my mouth. Working his head with my forehead on his stomach I could feel him throbbing, then slowly I took more in as I stood his dick up using only my mouth. Slow deep strokes and licking around his head as I came up, cupping his balls. After a bit he wanted to change positions. With me laying down and him on top fucking my mouth and turkey slapping me. The plan was for him to cum on my face but after a bit of time he said I'm gonna cum, can I cum in your mouth, it was so hot I indicated yes as much as I could with his throbbing cock filling my mouth. He started cumming and after I spat it out he kept his dick in my mouth until it got soft. Fun day.

11 June 2025

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