A few year ago I was I Adelaide for business staying at the Hilton in town. I visited the gym every night. I had always thought about having sex with a guy but never had it. When I was in the shower I would touch and cares my arse, play with my cock thinking I was with a guy with a hard circumcised cock as I had seen in porno videos. I am a bi guy loves fucking females but had this thing that made me think how would it feel to be the one being fucked I even tasted my cum thinking it was from a guy I just sucked like my wife had done I our threesomes. I used to use a dildo to feel how it would feel, but never had the opportunity to do it That evening I was horny and wanted to have the experience. So I found a gay pub and went there to see what may develop I just sat in a table having a red wine just looking at the scene I was 55 at the time. I was wearing a tight short and a T shit but I had taken with me one of my wife sexy undies that I was wearing After about 30 minutes an older guy approached me and asked me if he could share the table after a few minutes he asked me if I was there as it was gay pub. I told hi yes and was I was curious We chatted for some time and eventually I told him I was always wondering about sucking a hard cock and being fucked. He was 61 and told me he liked slut male, that made me feel horny He continued telling he was there expect it o find one that would suck his cock, kiss him as he fuck That sound it nice and that his wife was working late and he had some time if we wanted to go to his car I then told him I had a room at the Hilton and we could go there Once in the room he undressed and held his hard 8 inch or so cock I took all my clothes off and kneel in front of him. This was my first time and I wanted it I took his cock, looked at it, opened my mouth and wrapped my, mouth around it, good it felt nice I licked it, sucked it. I could tasted his pre cum and eventually he blew chi’s load in my mouth. I loved that We then just had a few drinks, talked and staying naked. About a hour later his cock was hard and ready again I lean to suck his cock gain but this time he said that he was. Now was to make me his bitch! He deep kissed me and laid me on y back Kissed my body, sucked my body, sucked my cock and soon opened my legs wide open legs With his hand full of lubricant rubbed my love hole and fingered me, first one finger, then two, then three WOW it felt good Moved up toward me and as he kissed me hi inserted his hard cock deep inside. It felt better than I had dreamed he pumped me so long I thought he would never cum and I just wanted that. After sometime I could feel this warm spunk blowing in my arse loved it That night he did not go home just fucked me every time his cock was ready again

13 February 2025

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Mirjam en ik zijn net terug in de luxe hotelsuite na een hapje en een drankje als er op de deur wordt geklopt. Ik kijk geamuseerd toe terwijl Mirjam naar de deur loopt in haar skinny jeans en strakke bloesje. "Hi, ik ben Tanya. En jij moet Mirjam zijn." hoor ik een zwoele stem zeggen, "Ik ben jouw verrassing voor vanavond." Mirjam kijkt vragend over haar schouder naar mij en met een ondeugende lach knipoog ik naar haar als teken dat het goed is. Verbaasd en wat ongemakkelijk doet Mirjam de deur verder open terwijl ze zegt: "Uhhmmm, nou ok, kom maar binnen dan." Een mooie vrouw van eind dertig met golvend lang donker haar stapt naar binnen, gekleed in een stijlvolle lange jas, met daaronder zo te zien een witte legging en mooie pumps. Ze trekt een rolkoffertje achter zich aan de kamer in. "Goedenavond Jan" begroet Tanya mij. Mirjam snapt nog steeds niet precies wat er gebeurt en ze kijkt weer naar mij. "Zullen we even gaan zitten? Dan leg ik het uit" zeg ik en even later zitten we met een glas witte wijn in het zitgedeelte van de ruime suite op het bankje. Tanya zit in de stoel ernaast. "Ik heb Tanya geboekt als speciale verrassing voor jou Mirjam" zeg ik haar. Mirjam haar verbazing maakt langzaam plaats voor nieuwgierigheid. "Dat klopt" vult Tanya aan "ik ben een gelegenheidsescort, gespecialiseerd in erotisch entertainment voor koppels." Mirjam kijkt met een twinkeling in mijn ogen naar mij en dan weer naar Tanya. "Doe je dit al lang, en doe je dit dan vaak?" floept Mirjam er zomaar uit, ze schrikt zelf een beetje van haar directe vragen. Tanya knikt en antwoord: "Ik doe dit nu al een jaar of drie, maar nee, niet vaak. Eigenlijk ga ik alleen in op speciale verzoeken en wanneer het mij uitkomt. Je kan zeggen dat ik van mijn hobby een mooie bijbaan heb gemaakt." besluit ze lachend. "Maar toen Jan contact zocht voor deze avond was de boeking snel gemaakt." voegt ze toe met een knipoog in mijn richting. We praten nog even wat verder terwijl we onze wijn drinken. Er hangt gelijk een aangename sfeer met een vleugje spanning in de lucht. Dan zet Tanya haar lege glas op de tafel en staat ze op. Ze heeft nog steeds haar lange jas aan merk ik ineens. Ze loopt naar haar koffertje en haalt daar een klein tasje uit dat ze aan Mirjam geeft. "Het thema voor vanavond is Sensation White. Als jij je even op de badkamer op gaat frissen en je omkleed, dan ga ik het een en ander voorbereiden." zegt ze tegen Mirjam. Die knikt een beetje verlegen maar staat dan op richting de badkamer. Niet lang daarna hoor ik het geluid van de douche. Tanya is inmiddels in de weer om her en der kaarsen neer te zetten en zelfs aan een speaker met een lekker achtergrondmuziekje heeft ze gedacht. Bij de hoek van het bed zet ze een uitklapbaar camera statief neer met een compacte digitale camera erop. Haar koffertje staat inmiddels bij het grote bed waar ze de dekbedden vanaf haalt, die ze vervolgens in een hoek gooit. Dan komt ze op mij af. "Jij mag je ook omkleden Jan" zegt ze terwijl ze mij een dunne, witte boxershort aanreikt. Ik sta op en knoop mijn shirt los, gevolgd door mijn broek, sokken en als laatste mijn eigen boxer. Tanya staat goedkeurend toe te kijken als ik de witte boxer aantrek die ze mij heeft gegeven. De stof is soepel en erg dun merk ik en even later sta ik in de kamer in deze strakke boxer. Mijn billen, ballen en half harde pik tekenen zich overduidelijk af onder en door de dunne witte short heen. Tanya knipoogt naar me en loopt dan naar de badkamer en ze klopt aan. "Ben jij ook zover Mirjam" vraagt ze met die heerlijke stem van haar. Tanya wenkt naar mij om naast haar te komen staan, ik in alleen een sexy witte boxer, zij nog steeds in haar lange jas. Het flakkerende licht van de kaarsen op de achtergrond. Dan gaat de badkamer open en stapt Mirjam de kamer in. Mijn mond valt open. Mirjam heeft natte haren en een rode blos op haar wangen van de warme douche. En ze heeft een heerlijk sexy outfit aan, nou outfit. Een strak wit topje dat nauwelijks groot genoeg is om haar C-cup borsten tot onder aan toe te bedekken. Haar tepels vormen twee harde punten in het topje en zelfs de donkere kleur van haar tepelhoven schijnt door het dunne stukje witte stof heen. Daaronder draagt ze alleen een bijpassend wit slipje van dezelfde dunne stof als het topje en mijn boxer. Het broekje, het is geen string, zit erg laag op haar heupen en de stof omhult, nee accentueert de ronding van haar venusheuvel. En er tekent zich een behoorlijke cameltoe af waar de witte stof tussen haar lipjes is gekropen. De naakte huid van haar schouders en buik glinstert nog een beetje van enkele druppels water. "Wow" denk ik bij mijzelf als ik Mirjam zo zie staan. Tanya gebaard naar Mirjam om een keer rond te draaien en als Mirjam dit doet zie ik hoe het kleine slipje haar ronde billen maar half bedekt en hoe de stof ook heerlijk in haar bilspleet is gekropen. Aan de blik in Mirjam haar ogen is te zien dat ze zich zo sexy voelt als dat ze eruitziet in dit weinig verhullende witte setje. En dan zie ik dat ze ook naar mij staat te kijken, nog enkel in de strakke, aftekenende witte short waar nu overduidelijk te zien is welke uitwerking haar eigen verschijning op mij heeft. "Hmmmmmm, wat zien jullie er allebei heerlijk uit zo." zegt Tanya ineens. En vervolgens, terwijl ze haar lange jas losmaakt en soepel op de grond laat vallen, zegt ze "Dan kan ik natuurlijk niet achterblijven." "Ohhhhh mijn god" hoor ik Mirjam mompelen en ook ik kijk mijn ogen uit. Tanya staat voor ons in een full body catsuit van dezelfde dunne witte stof als onze outfits. De strakke stof omhult haar prachtige, fitte lijf als een tweede huid. Ze is slank maar niet dun en de catsuit verhult werkelijk niets van haar weldadige vrouwelijke rondingen. Gespierde dijen, fraaie heupen en ronde maar strakke billen en haar royale D-cup borsten staan fier vooruit in de dunne, strakke, lichtdoorschijnende stof. Ook Tanya draait sensueel een rondje en ze laat Mirjam en mij onze ogen de kost geven. Haar billen tekenen zich afzonderlijk af in de super strakke catsuit en ook tussen Tanya haar dijen is duidelijk te zien hoe de stof strak over haar venusheuvel zit gespannen en diep in de gleuf tussen haar lippen is gekropen. Op haar mooie, grote borsten tekenen zich twee stevige tepels af die door de catsuit naar voren priemen. Ik kijk even naar Mirjam en haar ogen spreken boekdelen. Met haar lippen vormt ze de woorden "Wow, dank je wel" als teken dat ze de verrassing tot nu toe meer dan kan waarderen. Dan doorbreekt Tanya de stilte terwijl de erotische spanning nu door de hele hotelsuite gonst. "Geen zorgen lekker stel, jullie krijgen nog veel meer te zien." zegt ze met hese stem. "Maar nu Mirjam is het eerst tijd voor een uitgebreide massage. Dus kom maar eens met dat lekkere lijf van je op bed liggen." zegt ze terwijl ze uitnodigend haar hand naar Mirjam uitsteekt. "Jan, jij mag eerst nog even toekijken. Wie weet kan ik je nog wat leren." zegt ze terwijl ze naar de fauteuil in de hoek naast het bed wijst. Mirjam is inmiddels op het grote bed gekropen en op haar rug gaan liggen. Dan vervolgt Tanya, met haar ogen op Mirjam gericht "Vind je het goed als ik de camera aan zet? Geen zorgen hoor, de enige opname is voor jou en Jan om samen terug te kunnen kijken." Mirjam draait haar hoofd even naar mij toe en knikt dan instemmend. Ik kijk inmiddels belangstellend toe vanuit de stoel en zie hoe Tanya de camera aan zet en vervolgens met een fles massageolie richting Mirjam gaat. Al snel laten de stevig masserende handen van Tanya de benen van Mirjam glimmen en even later druppelt de massageolie rijkelijk voer de blote buik van Mirjam. Plagend zie ik Tanya ook een straaltje olie over het dunne, kleine topje van Mirjam spuiten. In een oogwenk plakt de dunne stof doorschijnend aan de ronde borsten van Mirjam vast. Mijn dunne boxer staat inmiddels een stuk strakker gespannen hoe ik toekijk hoe Mirjam met haar ogen dicht op bed ligt terwijl Tanya op haar knieën naast haar zit. De handen van Tanya zijn overal en ik hoor Mirjam af en toe zacht kreunen als ze de masserende vingers over haar borsten voelt glijden die nu overduidelijk aftekenen door het met olie doordrenkte minuscule witte topje. Ik geniet van het erotische schouwspel voor mij, Mirjam schaars gekleed liggend op bed, haar lijf glimmend van de massageolie en Tanya in haar fabuleuze strakke witte catsuit die Mirjam met haar masserende, knedende handen laat genieten. Ik zie Mirjam zacht op haar lip bijten als ze probeert een kreun te onderdrukken als Tanya een royale hoeveelheid olie over het kleine strakke witte slipje van Mirjam sprenkelt en het gelijk daarna met haar vingers over het dunne stofje heen begint uit te smeren. Tanya kijkt, met haar hand rustend op het ronde, door het witte doordrenkte slipje duidelijk zichtbare heuveltje van Mirjam, even naar mij en ze glimlacht zwoel als ze aan mijn gezicht...en aan mijn nu meer dan strakgespannen boxer ziet dat ik intens meegeniet. Mirjam is inmiddels meer dan opgewonden, haar zware ademhaling laat haar borsten op en neer bewegen, en haar stijve tepels priemen volledig zichtbaar door het doordrenkte, doorschijnende topje, omhoog. Zelfs van een afstandje zie ik hoe haar heuveltje zich aftekent door het eveneens doorweekte dunne slipje dat aan haar lipjes plakt en er nog dieper tussen is gekropen. "Hmmmmm Mirjam, wat een mooie vrouw ben je, en wat een heerlijk lijf heb je" fluistert Tanya in Mirjam haar oor waarbij ze haar volle borsten even opzettelijk tegen die van Mirjam aanduwt. "Tijd om je om te draaien." Gewillig draait Mirjam zich om, ondertussen even een opgewonden blik mijn kant op werpend. Mijn ogen weten haast niet waar ze moeten kijken, Mirjam in haar doorweekte minuscule slipje en topje, haar lichaam glimmend van de olie en Tanya met haar sterke vrouwelijke lijf in haar aftekenende catsuit, met inmiddels her en der olievlekken die de stof lokaal nog doorschijnender maken. "Kom jij maar op het bed zitten Jan" gebaart Tanya terwijl ze zelf de benen van Mirjam uit elkaar duwt en er op haar knieën tussen gaat zitten. Met mijn harde pik obsceen overeind onder de witte stof ga ik op bed zitten, Mirjam kijkt omhoog en glimlacht verleidelijk als ze mij nu vlak voor haar gezicht ziet zitten en ze recht tegen mijn in de dunne boxer afgetekende paal aankijkt. Tanya laat de massageolie ondertussen alweer rijkelijk vloeien en nadat Mirjam haar rug helemaal is ingesmeerd zijn haar billen aan de beurt. Nog een royale scheut olie, die deels door het dunne broekje heen in Mirjam haar bilspleet sijpelt. En dan begint Tanya de mooie ronde billen van Mirjam te kneden. Al snel enkele opgewonden kreunen ontlokkend bij Mirjam die bij iedere beweging de vingertoppen van Tanya tegen haar, door slechts een dun met olie doordrenkt stukje stof bedekte heuveltje voelt duwen. Dan leunt Tanya met haar bovenlijf op de rug van Mirjam rustend naar mij toe... en onverwachts spuit ze een flinke straal olie over het strakgespannen kruis van mijn boxershort heen. De stof is in een oogwenk doorweekt en onthult zo mijn volledig harde pik, zelfs de kloppende aderen op mijn harde schacht schijnen door de dunne stof heen. "Pak 'm maar beet Mirjam" fluistert Tanya aanmoedigend terwijl ze zelf haar aandacht weer richt op de glimmende, glibberige billen van Mirjam. Ik voel tegelijk de vingertoppen van Mirjam langs mijn harde schacht strelen, de olie druipt inmiddels langs mijn ballen en ik kreun zacht als de nagel van Mirjam langs de rand van mijn gezwollen eikel strijkt, met slechts het dunne stofje van de witte boxershort ertussen. Op hetzelfde moment zie ik hoe Tanya het met olie doordrenkte slipje van Mirjam haar heupen schuift en even later achteloos in de hoek gooit. "Ja zo ja Mirjam, masseer die harde pik van Jan maar" moedigt Tanya nogmaals aan "hij heeft lang genoeg toe moeten kijken." Tanya pakt ondertussen iets uit haar koffertje en terwijl ze dit doet buigt ze verleidelijk ver voorover, mij een royaal uitzicht op haar prachtige, stevige, ronde billen gunnend. Dan komt Tanya weer op bed zitten en ik zie hoe ze haar blik op en tussen de van olie glimmende billen van Mirjam laat rusten. Mirjam kreunt als ze plotseling de vingertoppen van Tanya over haar gladde ronde lipjes voelt strelen tussen haar gespreide benen en van opwinding knijpt ze stevig in mijn harde pik. Nog een weldadige zucht ontsnapt als Tanya haar vingertop tergend langzaam dieper tussen de van olie en vocht glimmende gladde lipjes duwt. Tanya gaat verder en begint nu met haar beide handen de binnenkant van Mirjam haar dijen te masseren, waarbij ze met elke beweging haar vingers in het gleufje van Mirjam duwt. "Hmmmm kijk en hoor haar eens genieten Jan" zegt Tanya terwijl ze mij aankijkt. Mijn blik schiet op en neer tussen haar mooie ogen, de stevige borsten die zacht deinend op en neer gaan in de super strakke catsuit en de geoliede billen van Mirjam waartussen ik de handen van Tanya op en neer zie gaan. "Trek die boxer maar uit" draagt Tanya mij op, "volgens mij zit die nu alleen nog maar in de weg voor deze opgewonden hete vrouw hier!" Ik ga even verzitten en trek de van olie doorweekte boxer uit en zodra ik weer zit voel ik gelijk de hand van Mirjam weer gretig om mijn glimmende harde paal. "Niet te snel nu Mirjam, zorg er voor dat Jan nog niet gelijk klaarkomt." instrueert Tanya en tegelijk duwt ze met haar duim tussen de geoliede billen van Mirjam. Die kreunt en zucht luid als ze de duim van Tanya intiem tegen haar gevoelige roosje voelt. Ik voel de nagels van Mirjam op mijn ballen als reactie op de sensatie van de duim van Tanya. "Haal diep adem nu Mirjam" fluistert Tanya terwijl ze mij aankijkt...dan zie ik hoe Tanya wat kracht zet, gevolgd door weer een kreun van Mirjam. Die hijgt en haar onderlijf kronkelt van genot als gevolg van de sensatie die ze voelt tussen haar glibberige billen. Tanya gaat verder met haar andere hand en even later voelt Mirjam twee vingers van Tanya diep haar natte kutje in glijden. "Ohhhh, iemand ligt hier ongegeneerd te genieten voel ik" zegt Tanya met zwoele stem. "Ze is werkelijk kletsnat Jan, heerlijk!" "En volgens mij wil ze die lekkere harde lul van je proeven... dus waar wacht je op!" spoort Tanya mij aan terwijl ze haar twee vingers nog wat dieper bij Mirjam naar binnen duwt. Mirjam heeft niets meer nodig en ze tilt haar hoofd omhoog om vervolgens haar lippen rond mijn glimmende, gezwollen eikel te vouwen. Haar tong streelt langs het gevoelige randje van mijn eikel en vervolgens door mijn vochtige eikelspleet. Tanya kijkt goedkeurend toe en terwijl ze Mirjam in een rustig tempo blijft vingeren haalt ze haar andere hand tussen de billen van Mirjam vandaan. Ze grijpt naast zich op het bed en met een ondeugende knipoog in mijn richting laat ze een mooie glazen buttplug zien. Ik geniet ondertussen van de heerlijke tong en lippen van Mirjam rond mijn eikel en ik voel hoe ze gretig mijn harde pik dieper haar mond in zuigt. Dan ineens kreunt ze hard, gesmoord door mijn stijve pik in haar mond, als ze voelt hoe Tanya de koude plug tegen haar gevoelige sterretje zet. Door de overdaad aan massageolie en het voorbereidende werk van Tanya haar duim duurt het niet lang voordat de plug onder een luide zucht naar binnen floept. Mirjam haar onderlijf kronkelt en schokt als ze de plug soepel op zijn plek voelt glijden tussen haar billen. Met een gevuld kontje laat ze Tanya begaan die haar nu steviger begint te vingeren en al snel is aan alles duidelijk dat Mirjam balanceert op het randje van een daverend orgasme. Maar Tanya weet met het juiste ritme en afwisseling dat moment nog even uit te stellen totdat ze Tanya met hese stem hoort zeggen: "Laat die mooie pik eens los Mirjam." En zodra Mirjam mijn pik uit haar mond laat glijden zet Tanya haar duim op het gevoelige klitje van Mirjam en wrijft ze er stevig over. Dit is genoeg en luid kreunend en met een samentrekkend, schokkend lijf komt Mirjam intens klaar. Haar orgasme is hevig en het duurt een poosje voordat het schokken van haar lijf afneemt en ze happend naar adem bij zinnen komt. Pas dan komt Tanya overeind en met een plagende tik op de van olie glimmende billen van Mirjam zegt ze "Zo, dat was een. Nu is Jan aan de beurt." "Jij mag nog even bijkomen in de stoel Mirjam maar ik kan zo je hulp wel gebruiken." lacht ze met een ondeugende blik naar Mirjam die met nog trillende benen overeind komt van het bed. Voordat Mirjam naar de stoel kan lopen pakt Tanya haar bij haar middel en trekt ze Mirjam tegen zich aan. Een vurige tongzoen volgt die Mirjam haar benen nog weker maakt, waarna Tanya ook het doordrenkte piepkleine topje van Mirjam over haar hoofd trekt en in de hoek bij het slipje gooit. Even later zit Mirjam naakt in de stoel, haar mooie naakte lijf nog van top tot teen glimmend van de massageolie, haar borsten deinend door haar versnelde ademhaling. Haar benen over elkaar geslagen. "Niet zo preuts nu schat" zegt Tanya en ze gooit Mirjam bijna achteloos een vibrator toe die ze uit haar koffertje heeft gepakt. "Laat mij lekker van je genieten terwijl ik die heerlijke pik van Jan hier onder handen neem." Mirjam kijkt heel even naar ons en glimlacht dan om vervolgens de vibrator te pakken. Langzaam tilt ze haar ene been op om vervolgens wijdbeens achterover te leunen in de stoel. Ik kijk gretig toe maar dan duwt Tanya mij ineens op het bed. "Niet zo gluren nu, liggen jij" zegt Tanya semi-streng. Ik ga achteroverliggen op mijn rug terwijl ik half naast mij de vibrator hoor zoemen die Mirjam heeft aangezet. Mijn pik staat volledig stijf overeind en ik wacht opgewonden op wat komen gaat. Het duurt niet lang voordat ik een straal olie over mijn borst voel spetteren, gevolgd door nog een over mijn onderbuik...en een laatste recht op mijn harde pik en strakke ballen. Het duurt niet lang of ik voel de handen van Tanya over mijn lijf gaan, de olie uitsmerend, af en toe teasend rond mijn tepels draaiend met haar gladde vingers. Naast mij hoor ik tegelijkertijd het geluid van Mirjam die de vibrator op een laag standje over haar kutje laat glijden, tegelijkertijd toekijkend hoe Tanya in haar heerlijke, niets verhullende outfit mijn lijf net als dat van Mirjam laat glimmen van de olie. Het duurt niet heel lang todat ik de handen van Tanya langs de binnenkant van mijn dijen voel strelen. "Mmmmm, zo'n mooie lul heb je, en heerlijk volle, gladde ballen." zegt ze zacht terwijl ze haar nagels over mijn gespannen balzak laat krassen. Mijn pik steigert bij deze intense aanraking. Dan weer de sensatie van haar krassende nagels, ditmaal langs mijn harde schacht omhoog...totdat ze net even langs de gevoelige rand net onder mijn eikel gaat. Ik hap naar adem en voel een druppel voorvocht uit mijn eikel lekken. "Ohhhhh, we moeten wel zorgen dat jij nu niet gelijk gaat klaarkomen, vind je niet Mirjam?" Die antwoord "Jazeker" met hese stem, duidelijk hoorbaar dat de vibrator zijn uitwerking niet mist. Tanya duikt wederom even omlaag naast het bed en even later voel ik hoe ze haar vingers stevig, net onder mijn pik, rond mijn ballen sluit. In een soepele beweging schuift ze een strakke cockring rond mijn ballen en pik. De rubberen ring voelt strak maar comfortabel en ogenblikkelijk voel ik mijn harde paal nog verder opzwellen. "Mmmm dat is beter" zegt Tanya terwijl ze een plagende tik geeft tegen mijn strakke afgebonden ballen. Ik sluit mijn ogen en geniet van de vaardige handen van Tanya. Die zijn overal, op mijn eikel, dan weer langs mijn schacht, of zacht knedend op mijn ballen. Ik sidder als ik het puntje van haar tong over mijn eikelspleet voel likken. "Ohhhh wat een lekker geil smaakje Jan" fluistert ze terwijl ze met haar in die onmogelijk lekkere catsuit gehulde lijf op het mijne komt liggen. Ik voel haar stevige ronde borsten over mijn borst wrijven, haar onmiskenbaar stijve tepels prikken in mijn huid. Dan komt ze op mijn onderbuik zitten, net boven mijn afgebonden pik die tegen haar billen trilt. Teasend pakt ze de fles massageolie en spuit ze enkele stralen olie over haar borsten. De stof is direct doorweekt zodat haar flinke borsten zich duidelijk aftekenen. Dan pakt ze mijn handen en ze legt die op haar doordrenkte borsten. "Mmmm masseer mijn tieten maar jij geile vent." moedigt ze mij aan en ik laat dit geen twee keer zeggen. Ik kneed haar flinke, stevige ronde borsten en plaag haar lange harde tepels door het flinterdunne laagje stof heen. Tanya kreunt zacht en kijkt afwisselend naar mij en Mirjam. Ik draai mijn hoofd ook even opzij en zie Mirjam naakt in de stoel zitten met haar benen schaamteloos wijd over de leuningen van de fauteuil. Met een hand heeft ze de vibrator vast die ze inmiddels zoemend in haar gladde kutje heeft. Mirjam zit zichtbaar te genieten van zowel het speeltje in haar geoliede kutje als het erotische schouwspel voor haar op het bed. Dan laat Tanya zich langzaam naar beneden glijden over mijn naakte, van olie glimmende lijf. Ik voel wederom haar borsten over mijn borstkas en vervolgens mijn buik wrijven, totdat ik ze aan weerszijden van mijn keiharde afgebonden pik voel. Dan glijdt ze verder van het bed af en ze staat in haar nu half met olie doordrenkte catsuit voor mij. Ik zie hoe ze Mirjam wenkt met een vinger voordat ze vooroverbuigt om haar lippen stevig zuigend op mijn gezwollen eikel te zetten. Ik kreun en geniet en ik hoor Mirjam uit haar stoel komen. Tanya laat mijn pik uit haar mond glippen en zegt met zwoele stem tegen Mirjam "Ik kan ook wel een massage gebruiken Mirjam, mijn billen vooral" zegt ze om vervolgens weer wulps voorover te buigen om verder te gaan met haar mond waar ze gebleven was. Mirjam heeft de vibrator op het bed gelegd en staat inmiddels naakt achter Tanya, met ongetwijfeld een fantastisch uitzicht op haar strak omspannen billen. Terwijl Tanya mij heerlijk begint te pijpen zie ik Mirjam de fles olie pakken om eerst aarzelend, maar dan steeds enthousiaster olie over de billen van Tanya te sprenkelen. Ongetwijfeld met hetzelfde effect op de ragfijne stof van haar catsuit als eerder bij haar borsten. "Ohhhh ja, heerlijk Mirjam" mompelt Tanya goedkeurend met haar mond vol met mijn stijve pik. Met een hand leunt ze op het bed en met de andere masseert ze afwisselend mijn ballen en mijn harde kloppende schacht terwijl haar tong heerlijk cirkelt rond en over mijn eikel. Tegelijkertijd kijk in naar Mirjam die naakt achter Tanya staat, haar heerlijke deinende borsten glimmend van de olie en ze beantwoordt mijn blikken met een heerlijk geile glimlach terwijl ze de billen van Tanya staat te kneden. Na enkele minuten pijpen, masseren en heerlijk genieten laat Tanya mijn glimmende, van speeksel druipende pik los uit haar mond en komt ze overeind. Mijn ogen glijden over haar lichaam, de catsuit plakt als een doorschijnende film aan haar stevige, ronde borsten en haar buik, de cameltoe tussen haar dijen is zo mogelijk nog dieper geworden en de dunne stof vertoont ook daar inmiddels een flinke natte plek. Dan draait ze zich om naar Mirjam zodat ik ook haar strakke, ronde billen kan bewonderen die nu ook, dankzij Mirjam, heerlijk door de doordrenkte stof heen zichtbaar zijn. Met een trillende, glanzende pik kijk ik toe hoe de twee heerlijke vrouwen intens beginnen te tongzoenen. Dan gebaart Tanya naar Mirjam om haar te helpen om zich te ontdoen van de met olie doorweekte, strakke, plakkende catsuit. Met wat moeite wurmt Tanya haar bovenlijf uiteindelijk uit het stoute pakje en terwijl ze met ontblote borsten voor Mirjam staat, zakt Mirjam op haar hurken om de strakke stof verder van haar heupen en billen van Tanya te trekken. Ik kijk ingespannen toe als de nu echt naakte billen van Tanya in beeld komen en terwijl Mirjam de catsuit verder van Tanya haar enkels stroopt, zie ik hoe Tanya haar handen op haar eigen van olie glimmende billen legt. Wetend dat ik toekijk trekt ze die vervolgens teasend een stukje van elkaar. Ik word aangenaam verrast met een stoute aanblik van een buttplug die tussen haar lekkere billen prijkt. Klaarblijkelijk droeg ze deze glazen plug, eenzelfde als die ze bij Mirjam heeft ingebracht, al de hele tijd. Mirjam zit ondertussen nog steeds op haar hurken voor Tanya en ze heeft ongetwijfeld royaal zicht tussen de gespierde dijen van Tanya. Net als ik dat denk laat Tanya haar billen weer los en stapt ze resoluut een stukje naar voren en duwt ze doortastend haar kruis tegen de mond van Mirjam. Die heeft weinig aansporing nodig en ik hoor haar zacht, goedkeurend kreunen als ze Tanya haar opwinding proeft. Ook Tanya slaakt een klein kreetje van pure opwinding als ze de tong van Mirjam op en tussen haar lippen voelt. Ik kijk botergeil langs mijn eigen stijve paal toe op de rug en billen van Tanya terwijl die zich heerlijk voor het bed door Mirjam laat beffen. Mirjam doet het overduidelijk naar genoegen van Tanya want het duurt niet lang voordat haar gekreun toeneemt en ik af en toe al een schokje door haar naakte lijf zie gaan. Ze heeft een van haar handen in het haar van Mirjam en niet lang daarna hoor ik haar hijgend uitbrengen "Ohhhhh mijn god ja, daar ja, mmmmm ik ga komen!" Schokkend en hijgend komt ze klaar, haar kruis stevig op Mirjam haar gezicht drukkend. Als Tanya haar orgasme voorbij is helpt ze Mirjam overeind en kust ze haar nogmaals, ongetwijfeld de smaak van haar eigen geil proevend op de glanzende lippen van Mirjam. Na deze smaakvolle zoen draait Tanya zich weer om naar het bed. Mijn ogen worden gelijk aangetrokken door het kleine, gemanicuurde streepje schaamhaar boven haar venusheuvel. Het smalle strookje schaamhaar lijkt de weg te wijzen naar haar verder volledig gladde kutje. Het zicht op haar ronde schaamlippen met een uitnodigend glinsterende gleuf ertussen doen mijn pik stuiteren van opwinding, volledig opgezwollen en keihard, mede door toedoen van de cockring rond mijn pik en ballen. Mirjam staat naast haar en ook zij ziet er heerlijk uit en mijn ogen glijden van haar mooie glanzende C-cups met twee aanlokkelijke stijve tepels over haar buik naar haar gladgeschoren kutje waar haar gezwollen lipjes verraden hoe geil ze inmiddels is. "Ik weet niet wat jij denkt Mirjam, maar volgens mij wordt het tijd om die heerlijke harde staaf van Jan hier eens aan het werk te zetten." zegt ze met zwoele stem terwijl ze Mirjam haar hand in de hare pakt. Mirjam knikt met rode wangen van opwinden "Ja Tanya, helemaal mee eens." "Nou, waar wacht je op lekker ding" antwoord ze met een kneepje in Mirjam haar hand erbij als extra aansporing "aan jou de eer! En niet vergeten te lachen naar de camera schat" voegt ze met een knipoog toe. Onder het toeziend oog van Tanya komt Mirjam wijdbeens over mij heen zitten op het bed. Met een vurige, lustvolle blik kijkt ze mij aan terwijl ze tussen haar dijen mijn pik beetpakt en de gezwollen eikel tussen haar natte schaamlippen manoeuvreert. We kreunen allebei van de sensatie en dan laat Mirjam zich langzaam helemaal over mijn kloppende paal zakken. Haar natte kutje voelt heerlijk strak om mijn pik en ik zie hoe Mirjam op haar onderlip bijt als ze mij diep in haar voelt komen. Met haar handen op mijn dijbenen leunt Mirjam wat achterover, haar stevige borsten vooruitduwend en mij een goed zicht gevend op haar gladde kutje waar mijn pik nu volledig in verdwenen is. Ritmisch begint ze haar heupen te bewegen en terwijl ze mijn pik bereid zie ik en voel ik hoe Tanya over de naakte billen van Mirjam wrijft. Met af en toe haar nagels over mijn strakgespannen ballen, tussen de dijen van Mirjam. Dan komt Tanya ook op het bed gekropen en met haar billen richting Mirjam leunt ze wijdbeens over mijn hoofd heen en laat ze haar kutje zakken richting mijn mond. Gretig open ik mijn mond en snuif ik de heerlijke geile geur op tussen de sterke dijen van Tanya die nu ongetwijfeld een royale blik gunt aan Mirjam op haar lekkere strakke kont met daartussen die stoute glazen plug in haar kontje. "Mmmmm ook een plug in" kreunt Mirjam en Tanya antwoord "Ja schat, ik draag er ook heen." Dan voel ik hoe Tanya haar gladde, sappige schaamlippen op mijn mond perst en met mijn tong proef ik haar geile vocht. Terwijl Mirjam het ritme en intensiteit opvoert op mijn pik, begin ik Tanya te likken en aan haar gekreun te horen merk ik dat ze geniet. Al sabbelend aan haar stijve klitje leg ik mijn handen rond haar dijen op haar billen. Plagend af en toe een duwtje gevend tegen de glazen plug in haar sterretje, met goedkeurende kreunen als gevolg. Voor mij een aanmoediging om de voet van de plug beet te pakken en deze langzaam op en neer te bewegen. "Ohhhh fuck ja Jan, ga doooooorrrr" hijgt Tanya mij toe en aan de steeds fellere stoten van Mirjam haar heupen merk ik dat zij ook intens geil geniet. Haar kutje knijpt rond mijn harde pik en haar nagels boren zich in mijn borst. Tanya wrijft haar kutje over mijn mond op en neer terwijl ik de plug tussen haar billen nu bijna helemaal in en uit laat gaan. Dan hoor ik Mirjam luid kreunen "Ik kommmmmm" en bijna tegelijkertijd begint ook Tanya schokkend klaar te komen. "Jij nog niet Jan" weet Tanya nog net uit te brengen en ik concentreer mij om mijn orgasme nog even uit te stellen, wat niet meevalt met het heerlijke natte, samentrekkende kutje van Mirjam diep over mijn keiharde pik geschoven. Nadat bij allebei de twee heerlijke vrouwen hun orgasme is uitgewerkt, rolt Tanya met inmiddels bezweet lijf van mij af en komt ook Mirjam omhoog, mijn kloppende paal besmeurt met haar geile sappen achterlatend. "Kom, draai je om Mirjam en ga op je rug liggen" instrueert Tanya en "benen wijd schat." Een overbodige toevoeging voor Mirjam die al met haar benen heerlijk open achterover op het bed valt. "En nu jij overeind jij heerlijke geile vent...en even wachten." zegt Tanya terwijl ze naar het stafief loopt om de camera eraf te halen. "Zo, zijn jullie klaar geile mensen?" vraagt Tanya terwijl ze nu van dichtbij Mirjam filmt die schaamteloos geil op bed ligt. "Ok, Jan... neuk haar, neuk Mirjam goed en spuit haar vol" commandeert Tanya op strenge, geile toon. Mirjam kijkt mij met een geile blik aan en knikt als teken dat ze er helemaal klaar voor is. Zonder verdere omhaal zet ik mijn gezwollen eikel tussen haar openstaande lipjes en stoot ik mijn pik diep naar binnen. Met lange, stevige stoten begin ik haar te neuken, Mirjam haar naakte borsten schudden op en neer met elke stoot en ze kreunt als ze mijn eikel diep in haar kutje voelt pompen. "Hmmmm ga door Jan, pak haar stevig, pomp die staaf van je in dat hete kutje van haar" moedigt Tanya al filmend aan. Al snel voel ik mijn orgasme naderen, niet in staat nog om het langer in te houden stoot ik nog enkele keren hard mijn pik naar binnen, Mirjam hijgt en kreunt en knijpt met haar heerlijke kutje in mijn pompende pik. Dan explodeer ik en voel ik de eerste stralen zaad uit mijn eikel spuiten. "Ohhhhhhh Jan....spuit me vol" hijgt Mirjam opgewonden, zelf ook alweer balancerend op de rand van een nieuw orgasme. "Jaaaa, doe het Jan, spuit haar vol" voegt Tanya hitsig toe. Een tweede en derde straal zaad volgen, terwijl ik nog een paar keer stevig mijn pik naar voren stoot, genoeg om Mirjam ook weer te laten komen. Door de kracht van het samentrekken van Mirjam haar kutje duwt ze mijn pik naar buiten en Tanya slaat gelijk toe. Al filmend pakt ze met haar vrije hand mijn glanzende pik beet en al melkend en trekkend laat ze mij de rest van mijn zaad over de bezwete buik, dijen en borsten van Mirjam spuiten. Pas na een tiental stralen warm zaad is mijn orgasme voorbij en al happend naar adem kijk ik naar Mirjam die met een wazige maar voldane blik naar mij terugkijkt. "Ohhhhh wow mensen" zegt Tanya met opgewonden stem "wat is dit en wat zijn jullie ongekend lekker. Dit is nu precies de reden dat dit voor mij vooral een hobby is." voegt ze toe met een knipoog richting Mirjam. Dan geeft ze de camera aan mij terwijl ze richting Mirjam vervolgt "Zal ik je helpen schoonmaken Mirjam? Jan heeft flink zijn best gedaan he." "Mmmmm inderdaad ja, dus graag" antwoord Mirjam terwijl ze met een vingertop een druppel zaad van een van haar borsten wrijft en vervolgens haar vinger in haar mond stopt. Dat is voor Tanya voldoende signaal en ze kruipt bij Mirjam op bed en met haar tong begint ze mijn zaad van de naakte borsten van Mirjam te likken. Mirjam laat Tanya gewillig begaan en als Tanya naar Mirjam toebuigt voor een natte, smaakvolle zoen dan beantwoordt ze die gretig. Ik sta naast het bed naar dit erotische schouwspel te kijken en ik film hoe deze twee heerlijke vrouwen bezig zijn om elke druppel zaad van Mirjam haar lijf samen te delen. Terwijl Tanya met haar mond steeds verder afdaalt kijkt Mirjam recht in de camera en maakt ze een verleidelijk kusgebaar waarna ze sexy met haar tong over haar lippen likt. Dan bijt ze op haar lip en er ontsnapt een luide kreun want Tanya laat op dat moment haar tong over het zeer gevoelige stijve klitje van Mirjam glijden. Ik volg met de camera en maak een close up opname van hoe Tanya een flinke klodder zaad zo uit het druipende kutje van Mirjam likt en, terwijl ze in de camera kijkt, doorslikt. Dan laat Tanya haar gezicht weer tussen de wijd gespreide dijen van Mirjam verdwijnen en terwijl ze gretig verder likt, zie ik dat ze met een hand de glazen plug beetpakt. En, net als ik eerder bij haar deed, begint Tanya plagend met de plug te spelen terwijl ze vol overgave het natte, zojuist door mij volgespoten kale kutje van Mirjam beft. Mirjam kromt haar rug als de golven van opwinding wederom door haar lijf gieren. Ondertussen loop ik om Tanya heen om, nu ik de camera vast heb, ook haar magnifieke naakte billen van dichtbij te filmen. Tanya heeft dit door en zet uitdagend haar benen wat verder uit elkaar en duwt ze wulps haar lekkere kont naar achteren. De glazen plug duidelijk zichtbaar en daaronder de gladde, glinsterende en openstaande schaamlippen tussen haar dijen. Ik merk dat mijn pik dankzij dit hete schouwspel alweer harder begint te worden. Intussen brengt Tanya Mirjam alweer naar een volgend orgasme met haar tong en met de glazen buttplug die nu soepel haar sterretje in en uit floept. Pas nadat Mirjam weer luid kreunend en schokkend is klaargekomen en even volledig uitgeput op bed blijft uithijgen komt Tanya overeind, met een grote grijns op haar deels met geil sap besmeurde gezicht. "Tijd om even bij te komen volgens mij" zegt ze terwijl ze uitdagend met haar billen en heupen wiegend naar de salontafel loopt om voor ons alle drie nog een glas koele wijn in te schenken. Ondertussen is Mirjam met een kussen in haar rug tegen het hoofdeind van het bed gaan zitten, haar hele lijf glinstert van de olie en zweetdruppeltjes en haar borsten gaan lekker op en neer in het ritme van haar nog steeds versnelde ademhaling. Ik haal de cockring van mijn pik en ballen en ga naast haar liggen. Ze kijkt me dromerig aan en glimlacht terwijl ze zacht fluistert "Ohhhh Jan, wat een heerlijke verrassing is dit, niet normaal." Ik glimlach beamend terug en voel alweer een heerlijke tinteling als Mirjam loom haar hand op mijn half harde pik legt en er zachtjes met haar vingers overheen wrijft. Dan komt Tanya terug onze richting op lopen, met drie glazen wijn in haar handen, voor haar stevige naakte borsten. Zowel Mirjam als ik kijken haar aan, genietend van deze ongekend lekkere, sexy vrouw die ons deze avond dit heerlijke erotische avontuur in heeft geleid. Tanya glimlacht ondeugend als ze ons zo naar haar ziet kijken en ze komt in kleermakerszit bij ons op bed zitten. We proosten met zijn drieën op deze heerlijke avond en genieten even van de rust. Maar al snel komt Tanya weer in beweging en ze gaat op haar knieën voor ons zitten. Met in een hand nog haar glas wijn begint ze sensueel op en neer te wiegen en met haar vrije hand begint ze haar eigen heerlijke naakte lijf te strelen. Mirjam en ik kijken toe en genieten van het schouwspel. Al snel gaat Tanya haar hand heerlijk over haar eigen volle stevige borsten en af en toe trekt ze plagend aan haar tepels. Die staan in een mum van tijd weer volledig stijf naar voren. Ze kijkt ons afwisselend met verleidelijke blikken aan en het ontgaat Tanya ook niet dat mijn pik alweer een heel eind overeind staat en dat Mirjam hem nu heel wat steviger beet heeft. Met een ondeugende grijns brengt Tanya haar wijnglas naar haar heerlijke borsten en ze laat er teasend een paar straaltjes koele witte wijn vanuit haar glas overheen stromen. Om vervolgens naar ons toe te buigen en ons uit te nodigen om ieder de wijn van een van haar borsten te likken. Wat zowel Mirjam als ik maar wat graag doen en bijna synchroon glijden onze tongen over allebei de borsten van Tanya om vervolgens gretig alle twee een van Tanya's heerlijk lange, heerlijk harde tepels in onze mond te zuigen. Tanya kreunt goedkeurend en pas als alle restjes wijn verdwenen zijn gaat ze weer naar achteren zitten. "Mmmmhhh dat was lekker. Nu mijn billen!" zegt ze speels terwijl ze zich omdraait en op haar handen en knieën gaat zitten, wijdbeens en haar prachtige kont wulps naar ons toe duwend. De aanblik van haar heerlijke billen en de glazen plug die ons stout vanuit haar bilspleet aankijkt is genoeg om ons overeind te doen komen en samen met Mirjam laten we allebei een royale hoeveelheid wijn over Tanya haar billen stromen. Die kreunt opgewonden van de koele sensatie op haar naakte billen, gevolgd door twee gretige tongen die vanaf haar dijbenen omhoog likken. Om de beurt likken Mirjam en ik door haar bilspleet, vanaf haar onderrug, langs de glazen plug helemaal tot aan haar ronde, gladde schaamlippen. De geile opwinding die dit spel teweegbrengt gonst door de hotelkamer en er volgen nog enkele scheuten wijn totdat onze glazen leeg zijn. Tanya rijkt even naar voren en pakt de vibrator die Mirjam al eerder gebruikte van het bed en geeft hem aan Mirjam. Zonder verdere uitleg snapt Mirjam wat er van haar wordt verlangd en niet veel later steekt ze het zoemende speeltje tussen de glimmende schaamlippen van Tanya haar natte kut in. "Ohhhhh ja, zo ja Mirjam, neuk me maar met die toy" hijgt Tanya en vervolgens "en Jan...pak die plug, verwen mijn kontje." "Ohhhh fuck jullie maken me botergeil, ga doorrrrr" kreunt ze. Ik trek ritmisch aan de glazen plug in haar strakke gaatje, het is een heel geil gezicht om haar sterretje op te zien rekken met elke haal. Tegelijk hoor en zie ik hoe Mirjam de vibrator soppend op een neer laat gaan in het drijfnatte kutje van Tanya. Dan maakt Tanya duidelijk dat ze wil dat Mirjam op haar rug gaat liggen en direct daarna gaat Tanya wijdbeens over haar heen zitten. In een oogwenk heeft Mirjam de vibrator alweer op zijn plek, terwijl Tanya vooroverbuigt om het gladde heuveltje van Mirjam op enkele hete natte likken te trakteren. "Mmmhhh ga door Mirjam, je maakt me gek" kreunt Tanya. "Jan...ik wil meer, mijn kontje wil meer nu. Ik wil die geile harde pik in me voelen!" Mirjam kijkt even naar mij en geeft een geile knipoog. En ik heb niet veel meer nodig en ik trek de plug in zijn geheel uit Tanya haar gaatje en ga vervolgens gehurkt over haar heen staan. "Ohhhhh ja, die ja" hijgt Tanya als ze mijn gezwollen eikel tegen haar sterretje voelt duwen en verbazingwekkend soepel zakt mijn pik zo heerlijk diep haar strakke kont in. "Mmmmm fuck....zo groot, zo hard....zo fucking lekker!" kermt Tanya, helemaal in trance nu ze zo door Mirjam en mij haar beide gaatjes gevuld krijgt. Ik begin langzaam op en neer te bewegen en Mirjam gebruikt zowel haar tong als de vibrator om het kutje van Tanya te stimuleren. Ik voel met elke stoot in Tanya haar kontje de vibrator tegen mijn eikel zoemen en automatisch verhoog ik het ritme van mijn stoten. Tanya heeft er geen enkele moeite mee, in tegendeel. "Hmmmmmm jaaaa, neuk me Jan, neuk mijn kont met die heerlijke staaf van je!" en "Duw die dildo in me Mirjam, pomp hem in mijn natte kut!" spoort ze ons ordinair aan. Mirjam wordt in het enthousiasme meegezogen en ook zij moedigt mij van tussen de dijen van Tanya aan "Ja, neem haar Jan, neem haar in haar reet. Zo'n geil uitzicht hier." Meer aanmoediging heb ik niet nodig en ik begin sneller en harder te stoten. Ook Mirjam verhoogt het tempo met de vibrator en aan alles is te merken dat het niet meer lang duurt voordat Tanya hard gaat klaarkomen. En dan ineens begint Tanya haar hele lijf te schokken en hard kreunend, bijna gillend komt ze klaar. En hoe, onverwacht trakteert ze Mirjam op een flinke straal geil sap dat krachtig uit haar kutje spuit, vol over het gezicht, hals en borsten van Mirjam die onder haar ligt. Hijgend en squirtend sist ze ons toe "Ga door, niet stoppen, neuk me!" en dat doen we, Mirjam heeft haar ogen dicht en zit helemaal onder maar haar hand blijft de dildo op en neer duwen in de drijfnatte kut van Tanya en het samentrekken van haar strakke kont rond mijn pompende pik duwt mij ook over de rand. Met mijn handen grijp ik Tanya bij haar heupen en duw ik mijn hard spuitende pik diep in haar lekkere kont en leeg ik mijn ballen. Pas na de laatste straal zaad zakt Tanya uitgeput bovenop Mirjam in elkaar en uiteindelijk glijdt mijn harde pik uit haar sterretje. Onmiddellijk gutst er een straal zaad door haar bilspleet en langs haar kutje en dijen, deels recht op Mirjam haar gezicht en in haar haren. Alle drie overdonderd en zwaar hijgend ploffen we neer. Tanya nog steeds over Mirjam heen liggend, ik ernaast. Mirjam komt als eerste bij zinnen en ik kijk toe hoe ze geil haar tong langs de dijen en schaamlippen van Tanya likt totdat het puntje van haar tong over het geile, druipende sterretje van Tanya cirkelt. Tanya kan nog even niets zeggen maar ze kreunt zacht en instemmend, nagenietend van het daverende orgasme van zojuist. Als we weer wat op adem zijn gekomen rolt Tanya van Mirjam af en geeft ze haar een lange zoen. "Sorry dat het zo'n zooitje is geworden Mirjam" zegt ze zacht "is een tijd geleden dat ik zo ben klaargekomen." "Hmmmm, het was heerlijk juist" antwoord Mirjam. Dan richt Tanya zich tot mij "Pfffff en wat een geile pik heb jij zeg, heerlijk hoe je mij van achteren neukte en volspoot Jan, intens geil!" "Graag gedaan Tanya en het genoegen was geheel wederzijds" antwoord ik met een brede lach. Na een poosje bijkomen doorbreekt Tanya de stilte. "Het was ongekend lekker samen met jullie maar het is tijd voor mij om te gaan douchen en dan ga ik er vandoor dame en heer." Na een kwartiertje onder de douche staat Tanya aangekleed en wel in de kamer. Mirjam heeft haar eigen stringetje aan en ik sta in een normale boxershort. De memory stick met de gehele opname van onze erotische escapades ligt op de salontafel. Na een innige omhelzing en een heerlijke tongzoen voor ons allebei stapt Tanya de hotelkamer uit en blijven wij samen achter. Dan steekt Tanya haar hoofd nog even terug om de deur en zegt ze "Jullie waren geweldig, de volgende keer krijgen jullie korting. Dus bel me! XXX. Als de deur in het slot valt slaat Mirjam haar handen om mij heen en geeft ze mij een innige zoen. "Wow, wow, wow, dat was een meer dan goede verrassing Jan, dank je wel." En dan grijpt ze met haar hand in een keer vol in mijn kruis naar mijn pik. "Hier komen jij, ik wil nog een keer goed hard genomen worden door jou voordat we gaan slapen! En die film kijken we morgen terug.”

13 February 2025

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Oh, my head! How much did I drink last night? I don't even remember getting home, assuming I am home. I don't remember my bed being this soft and clean. If this isn't my bed, then whose is it? Whoever it is, they're in here with me. Wait, did I pick up last night? Fucking score! It's still dark. I can't see what she looks like. Maybe I could feel my way around. Would that be weird? I mean, we already, at least I think we did. She's facing away from me. Her hair is long and thick and smells like flowers. I think that's what woke me up. My face was in it, and I couldn't breathe. My body is against hers, and I can tell she's naked. I guess that answers whether or not we did it because I now realise that I am as well. Her ample arse pressed against me. Whenever she gets restless, she wiggles it into my crotch. If I put my arm around her, I can feel her out. She's got a bit of a belly. It's soft and squishy. Interesting, I didn't know I was into that. Moving up, I can feel her tits are small but perky. I give them a slight squeeze. They're firm in my hand. Moving downwards, I find her thighs. Thick and smooth. Freshly shaven. It seems she was looking to score tonight as well. Now, if I move my hand across, oh shit, she just spun around and planted a kiss on my lips. Was she awake this whole time? I guess it's round 2. Oof, someone likes taking charge by how she shoved me back onto the bed before going down on me. The trail of kisses up the shaft before taking my cock in her mouth. Oh my God, she knows her way around a cock. Does this girl even have a gag reflex? The sound of her gagging on my cock has me about to lose it. Hold on, big fella. We still have some ways to go. She's rubbing something against my cock. What is that? It almost feels like another, oh my God, is she? I opened my mouth to object, but what came out was a moan. I can't do this, but I guess I already did. It feels so good. And all I have to do is give in. She's lowering herself on my cock. Her arse feels incredible. The way she's fucking me, it's like I'm just a blowup doll to her. What was that that just hit my stomach just now? It's warm and wet. Did she just cum? Oh God. That turned me on more than I ever thought it would. I'm going to cum too. I can't stop it. I think that was the most intense orgasm I ever had. It felt like being torn apart by pleasure. Wait, did she put her hand over my mouth when I cried out? What the fuck? And then she patted me on the head, rolled over, and fell asleep after I came? Fucking seriously? What a bitch! I think I'm in love.

13 February 2025

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I’d been chatting with a bi couple from the site for a while now, they lived barely 15mins away, but we had never met. Logging on this day I and noticed that Ms A, was in the chat room. We again chatted and she asked if I’d be interested to meet and suck her male partners cock, as she likes the idea of watching while a guy goes down on him. I agreed to the offer, and we organised to meet, Ms A sending a PM with the address, time and access instructions. The morning of the meeting had arrived, it was a magnificent warm and sunny Spring Day. I was instructed to arrive just after noon, so I showered, shaved and splashed on my best aftershave. I made my way to my car, smiling in anticipation, of what was in store. The drive took no time and I arrived at the street, following the instruction to park in their driveway, I then made my way to the side entry gate. Opening the gate, I walked a narrow pathway that led to a rear secluded area. I stopped at the end of the house and peered around the corner, to see both Ms A and Mr G, totally naked. They were laying on a blanket set out atop an inflatable sun lounge, Mr G laying on his back with Ms A, kneeling between his legs, his ample cock in her hands. Ms A’s work was divine, she was licking from the head, down the shaft, pausing for some time to suck his balls before moving down to rim his butthole. I watched for several minutes before venturing around the corner, Ms A stopping momentarily to acknowledge my arrival and instruct me to kneel alongside. I approached removing my shirt and shorts, stroking my hardening cock, as I knelt beside her. I join Ms A, alternating between sucking and licking Mr G ‘s rock hard cock and squeezing his ball sack, until we could sense he was on the verge of coming. I released my grip on Mr G, leaving Ms A to continue, positioning myself behind her, where I have a perfect view of the pierced lips of her glistening pussy. Without further hesitation, I placed a hand on each of her ass cheeks, helping to spread her pussy lips for better access for my mouth and tongue. The next thing she felt was my tongue pressing against her pussy lips, with soft and slow strokes I was managing to make her even wetter. Licking shortly turns to sucking of her clit and a flicking of my tongue, playing with the numerous piercings adorning each her ample lips. Ms A enjoying the sensation of her pussy was getting a strong tongue fucking, arches her back with pleasure, forcefully pressing herself back against my face. I replace my tongue with my hand, running my fingers through her labial folds and lightly tugging on her piercings. I insert my middle finger as I run my thumb across her clit. On cue, Ms A spreads her knees wider, her lips now parting further and inviting me to probe deeper. Inserting another finger, then a third, and fourth, Ms A, then utters” Deeper” to which I respond with a folded fist pressing at her opening. It eases past the initial resistance to eventually become fully accommodated, I pump my hand to the thrusting of her body, Ms A moans then shudders, I remove my hand to the sight of her juices flowing from her gaping hole and down her inner thighs. On taking a short breather, Ms A stands and moves forward to straddle Mr G. With his cock standing proud, she squats and lowers herself on to him, his manhood entering her without any resistance. Ms A turns to me and looks at my hard cock, “There’s plenty of room”, “I can take your fist, 2 cocks isn’t gonna be a problem”! Without hesitation, I move between Mr G, as Ms A leans forward. Grasping my cock, I guide the head to her pussy opening, pausing momentarily to find space , before sliding it in cm by cm, as deep as I could. Oh fuck yeah!" she cries out as she takes both cocks deep inside her. We both pump our cocks deeply and with her moaning, louder and louder we can feel an explosion building. She lets out a scream, “Fuck, I'm “cumming”, and is quickly followed with another soaking orgasm, her juices drenching both our cocks and Ms A collapsed on Mr G’s chest. After a short recovery, Ms A slides to the side and repositions herself, kneeling on all fours. I move across and commence giving attention to her glorious asshole. I lick her chocolate bud and slightly force my tongue in and out. I run my fingers through her pussy lips to cover them in her juices, then place a finger in her butthole, prying and stretching the opening. I start rubbing my cock along the crease of her ass. She reaches around and slowly guides my shaft into her inviting butthole. The head slides in and she squeezes firmly on it, the feeling like a tight velvet vice wrapping around it, the sensation is incredible. I tell her to relax, as she does, and I push further, slow and easy until I have glided fully inside her. While I fill her ass, Mr G is filling her throat with his cock, having positioned himself alongside. The warm sensation of my enveloped cock drives me to the brink of exploding. Ms A, can sense that I was on the verge of cumming, then comments, “you fucked my arse, its now G’s turn” ! I slide my cock from her and Mr G takes her spot on the lounge. Ms. A slides her fingers between her legs and wipes her wetness over the end of my shaft. I shuffle closer, positioning myself at Mr G's ass, where Ms A grabs my cock and guides the head to the opening. I grasp Mr G's hips and press forward, I force myself deeper on each thrust and he responds by thrusting back. Ms A fondles my balls as they slap against Mr G for several minutes. Mr G asks me to stop momentarily and moves to lay on his back on the lounge with Ms A to straddle him and facing me. Mr G asks me to continue and I stick my cock back in his ass, Ms A leans forward to suck his cock at the same time. Mr G grabs Ms A by her hips and pulls her cunt to his face. The three of us entwined, me with my cock in Mr G’s ass, Mr G with his tongue buried in Ms A cunt and Ms A with Mr G's cock deep in her throat. Our pace picks up rapidly from there and soon we were all moaning and groaning as all our bodies writhe, together. I manage to quickly withdraw my cock from Mr G’s ass as he takes his from Ms A’ s mouth. We climax with us spraying our loads over Ms A’ s face, I couldn't believe how much more intense it was compared to regular intercourse. We take some time to catch our breath, Ms A hands us both a towel, Mr G asks Ms A, if she enjoyed what just happened, she tells him, ”fuck yes I did”! , my body feels drained, both my pussy and ass are tingling from getting pounded hard and I'm covered in cum from 2 horny guys.

12 February 2025

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This happened few years ago. I was having a fwb arrangement with a gorgeous lady in Altona. Unfortunately she moved to another state. The knock on her door echoed through the quiet house, and I could already feel the adrenaline surging through my veins. I knew she was alone—her daughter was out, and the coast was clear. I adjusted the bag of toys slung over my shoulder, my heart pounding in anticipation. This was it. The moment we’d both been waiting for. I knocked again, harder this time, and heard the faint sound of her footsteps approaching. The door creaked open, and there she was—her wide eyes meeting mine, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. But before she could say a word, I lunged forward, my hand wrapping around her neck, pinning her against the wall. Her gasp was cut short as I pulled the cuffs from my pocket, securing her wrists behind her back with practiced ease. Jesus, her skin was so soft. She struggled, her voice trembling. “What are you—?” But I didn’t let her finish. I gripped her by the hair, yanking her forward and shoving her face down onto the table. Her breath hitched, her body tense as I ripped her pants down in one swift motion. The sound of my zipper cut through the air, and I could already see the wetness dripping down her thighs. I didn’t wait. I thrust into her, hard and deep, and she let out a strangled moan, her body arching against the table. Her dress hiked up, her ass pinned beneath me as I fucked her with abandon. Her hips bucked, trying to escape, but I held her down, my grip unyielding. “You’re not going anywhere,” I growled, my voice low and rough. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as she came, her wetness coating my cock. I didn’t let up, driving into her with relentless force, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. When I finally pulled out, I turned her around, shoving her to the floor. She knelt there, her eyes wide, her mouth open in protest, but I didn’t give her a chance to speak. I grabbed the back of her head, forcing my cock deep into her mouth. She gagged, her eyes watering as I thrust in and out, her cuffed hands useless at her sides. “Do you love the taste of your cum?” I demanded, my voice dark and commanding. She could only moan, her throat vibrating around me as I fucked her mouth, her saliva and her own juices dripping down her chin. When I finally released her, I dragged her by the hair, her body limp as I threw her onto the bed. I ripped her clothes off, her naked body sprawled before me, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. I grabbed the rope, tying her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, spreading her wide open for me. Her eyes darted to mine, a mix of fear and excitement. I reached for the choke and blindfold, securing them in place, leaving her in darkness. I could hear her breathing quicken. I traced the whip along her breasts, feeling her shiver beneath me. Then, without warning, I brought it down, the sharp crack echoing through the room. She screamed, her body jerking against the restraints, but I didn’t stop. I moved the whip lower, teasing her dripping pussy, and brought it down again. Her cries turned to moans, her hips thrusting upward, begging for more. I could see her juices pooling beneath her, the bed soaking wet as I continued to whip her, each strike bringing her closer to the edge. She was losing control, her body writhing, her moans growing louder. I dropped the whip, my cock aching as I positioned myself between her legs. I thrust into her without warning, her tight walls gripping me as I fucked her with abandon. Her screams were muffled by the gag, her body convulsing as she came, over and over again. When I finally came inside her, filling her with my cum, I released the restraints, pulling her into my arms. I removed the blindfold and gag, her eyes meeting mine, her lips swollen and trembling. “Did you enjoy that?” I whispered, my voice soft now. She kissed me passionately, her arms wrapping around my neck. “Thanks, Shan. It was amazing. I lost count of how many times I came.” We laid there for a while, our bodies entwined, the heat between us still smouldering. I ordered some food, and we settled in to watch a movie. But halfway through, my hand found its way between her legs, my fingers rubbing her clit. She gasped, her body arching toward me. “Please, fuck me like I’m your slut.” I didn’t need to be asked twice. I got on my knees, my tongue flicking against her clit as she moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair. She came hard, her juices spilling out as she cried out my name. I looked up at her, my cock throbbing. “You want me to fuck you like a slut?” “Yes,” she breathed, her eyes dark with desire. I climbed on top of her, my cock sliding into her wetness as she wrapped her legs around my waist. “Say it again.” “Fuck me like I’m your slut,” she moaned, her nails digging into my back. And I did.

12 February 2025

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As someone with whom I have occasional casual encounters with, we occasionally mix role play into our sessions to keep us on our toes, and on the morning of our planned interlude, I texted her instructions to meet me at the casino reception at 8pm dressed in business attire, to surprise me underneath and to bring with her a butt plug, her favourite dildo and a clit sucker. She would then have to submit to my direction and do everything as instructed. "Yes sir", she responded. She arrived dressed in a brown chiffon blowse and a conservative brown leather skirt. We met at the lifts, made pleasant greetings and shook hands, turned and entered the waiting lift to ascend to the 19th floor. As we waited, someone quickly joined us, robbing me the opportunity for an indulgent kiss before we entered the room, but my hand remain firmly planted on her pert little ass. At just under 5'2", my friend is the epitome of the petite milf. Her tiny frame balanced by her well endowed bosom and a tight little cunt that is sweet as much as it hungry. The lift arrived at a lower floor and our companion departs, leaving me a small opportunity to taste her lips as I pull her around and kiss her. She returns the favour with the flick of her tongue - so angry when that door opened once more - this time ejecting us at our floor. We walked to our room, I held the door open for her to enter and admired that stunning figure as she glided past me. In the room I'd already prepared a bottle of champagne, a common accompaniment for us to kick off a night of pleasure. We sat closely and talked casually about our respective days, sipping the champagne, my eyes darting down her shirt to catch a glimpse of her surprise - hints of an embroidered purple sheer perfectly cupping her breasts. Increasingly I'd lean in close and steal a kiss, till there was less talking and more kissing - our tongues adventurous to explore. As we emptied our glasses, I asked her to stand and show me her outfit, and then to slowly remove it to reveal her gift to me. Soon after, the appearance of her near perfect frame barely covered in a matching pair of bra and g-string, the fabric barely covering her bare pussy - I had to resist the urge to touch her there and then, but it would have to wait. She turned around for me, knowing full well seeing the fabric disappear between her ass cheeks would be a huge tease, at which I pulled her towards me so her back was against me, giving better access to her ear and neck. And whilst my hands traversed across he firm bosom, my tongue and lips danced over her lobe and the nape of her neck, her goosebumps amplified by the coolness of the air-conditioning. Remarkably I still resisted the urge to allow my hands to sink any lower than her midriff, instead allowing my left hand to unclasp her bra as my right hand ventured to rescue the escaping mounds trapped by the garment, one by one my fingers searching for her erect nipples, cupping my hand to caress the breast, then running a finger around her areola before lightly pinching the nipple. By now the chair I'd retreated to brought my hands closer to her torso, so I grabber her hips and turned her to face me again, her breasts now available to my mouth, and as I kissed and sucked each nipple, I could no longer resist that urge and my left hand found its mark between her legs as I searched for her wetness. Her crutch was boiling hot and pussy juices could be felt through the delicate mesh fabric. I slipped this aside and allowed my finger to run a slow circuit of her cunt before pressing the pad of my finger against the entrance of her vagina - enough to glaze my finger for tasting, but not enough to offer the release she craved. I sucked her juices from my fingers as I stared up into her eyes. Her hunger was palpable. Before I could give instruction to remove the g-string, she sat on my lap, my hand facing up beneath her as she started grinding on me to encourage my digits to enter her. She was so hot and wet but I resisted her temptation. Instead she reached for my jeans and felt for my cock - he was ready for her, so she quickly undressed me sank between my knees and swallowed me whole. Fuck her tongue was amazing as she worked up and down my shaft her tongue flicking my balls as she devoured his length, her spare hand cupping and fondling them. I allowed her free reign for a bit as I indulged in her expertise, but I had to stop before I emptied my balls down her throat. Fuck I wanted to. So I asked her to retreat and she sat opposite me naked on the lounge. Now would come our primary engagement for the night. We gathered her toys and put them beside her. I instructed her to squat on the lounge, supporting herself by leaning backwards and allowing me full access to her bare cunt and ass as she pointed her sex towards me. I pulled my chair in close, allowed my face to linger ever so close to her sex and allowed myself to smell her arousal - the smell of raw sex. As she pushed out willing me to meet her, I gave her a soft kiss across her pussy, before guiding my tongue around the lips of her out labia, across her clit hood and down the other side to her smooth perineum, which received a generous lick, my tongue parting her cunt lips and flicking past her vagina. Fuck she tastes amazing. With a hand I reached forward and spread her tiny cunt, revealing her clit and inner labia - so I moved my head forwarded and sucked her clit and inner labia into my mouth with the resulting moan worth every second of resistance till now. I allowed my tongue to take advantage of her gape and allowed it to penetrate her for the first time. She moaned again and pushed her hungry cunt down to accept my tongue. But again I stopped and withdrew to her disappointment. I looked into her eye and told her that would come later, but now she must perform for me. She would follow my instruction and show me how she makes herself cum using her toys. But first I asked her to hand me the butt plug. I warmed the stainless steel tip in my mouth and covered it in saliva whilst my thumb rested between her vagina and ass, running circles bringing her juices down to lube her ass. I pressed the bulb against her and allowed her ass slowly accept it. Gradually encouraging it deeper, then withdrawing before repeating. As it slipped inside, she let out a little gasp of pleasure. I then asked her use the clit sucker and demonstrate how she liked to use it. She lubed the cup and her clitoral hood and proceeded to turn it on and move it across the soft bare skin, offering indirect stimulation to the hood and her labia. As I watched from in front, I could see her vagina opening - eager to accept a shaft. So I suggested she show me her dildo. She grabbed it and pointed it at me, allowing me to suck it and cover it in saliva. Then with one hand firmly holding the dildo, she used the other to part her tiny lips and compelled the dildo to her depths. Inch by inch she slowly accepted it. Tight initially, but with each stroke reaching new depths, it brought forward her juices as her vagina opened and yielded to its girth. Once firmly home, she proceeded to pound herself with full and generous strokes, her respiration increasing as I encouraged her to vocalise her arousal. She moaned on each stroke, grabbing her breath as the dildo exited her lips before pushing forth once more. My thumb and forefinger pinched her clit and rubbed with soft vigour as she dug her cunt towards me. With her pace and breath racing, I took control of the dildo and told her to return to the clit sucker - and with both hands freed, she used one to expose her bean and rested the sucker cup directly over her clit and fired the gun. With my hand fucking her with the dildo and the sucker working magic over her clit, she released a long moan as she came for the first time as i held the dildo still deep inside her and she collapsed onto the lounge, allowing me to slide the dildo from her as she ceded defeat. I reached beneath her and she lifted her weight so I could remove the butt plug - it had served it's purpose for now. At this point we had a quick break, and we both sipped some water and regained composure. We stood before the bed, gradually kissing more, when she had a sudden look in her eye and she pushed back me onto the bed. Before I knew it, she'd reversed mounted me in a 69 position and generously offered her cunt for inspection as she quickly engaged my cock and encouraged his attention. I pulled her hips down so I had access to her clit which she proceeded to allow me suck whilst patternedly grounding onto my chin before allowing me suckle. I stared up at her open cunt, the dildo had done its job, and her tight ass above that and I formulated a plan. So she thinks she's in control now eh? I allow my index finger to encircle her vagina, dipping it inside her and drawing her wetness across her ass and pressing the weight of my thumb against her opening, encouraging it to yield. A couple of these rotations and I felt she was ready - my thumb now penetrated her pussy, pushing deep inside her, the webbing on my hand stretching her and she released a muffled moan with a mouthful of cock - she took the cue and went in hard. I could feel my balls wanting to burst, I let out a deep moan and told her I had to cum, that I was going to cum, to which she moaned her approval and kept going. At which point my index finger pressed against her tight ass. It yielded with the slightest of pressure and I allowed it to slide slowly inside her to its full length. She took a deep breath and heaved against my torso, so I started slow rhythmic penetrations of her cunt and ass with finger and thumb, and as her vagina clamped onto me and her ass rippled over my fingers releasing her 2nd orgasm, I groaned deeply and let out a loud releasing sigh as I emptied the content of my balls against the back of her throat, to which she hungrily swallowed. We rolled off each other spent and wasted. She maneuvered around to be head to head once more and we kissed, rolled back and exhaled once more, taking in deep breaths, with my hand resting between her legs, slowly patting her clit and vagina, thinking we were done and congratulating her for her work. Then ai noticer she started to lift her hips towards my hand. I glanced to my side and she was needing more. Her face hungry again each time my fingers contacted her pussy. So I raised up on one arm so I had a grand vista over her perfect body. Her breasts heaving, her nipples erect, I suckled them as my hand plunged inside her, 1 finger, 2 fingers, 3 fingers - she muffled a moan and pushed her cunt down on me. So I moved closer for a better angle, withdrew my fingers stuffing her and returned with index and ring fingers inside her allowing the remaining fingers and palm to slap against her sex. And with increasing intensity, I rotated from brushing my fingers against her g-spot to vigorously finger fucking her cunt and slapping against her clit and labia and within a few rounds of this cycle I extracted her third and final orgasm from the depths. Now she was done and we threw ourselves into a close embrace and drew each other as close as we could possibly be. Extracting as much skin on skin contact, and her as stunning cunt pressed against my leg to ease the pulsing, grinding against it till the pleasure abated. After a short period entwined sharing hugs and gentle kisses, we got dressed and I sent her home. We agreed to meet again soon, maybe in Cairns for a change she suggester. I agreed, kissed her deeply one last time and we went our separate ways.

10 February 2025

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The fire crackled softly, casting warm, flickering light over the wooden walls of the cabin. Outside, the storm raged — wind howling, rain hammering against the windows, the world outside disappearing into darkness. But inside, wrapped in golden heat and slow-burning tension, there were only the four of us. James leaned back on the couch, his wine glass dangling from his fingers, his eyes dark and unreadable. Sienna stretched beside him, her long legs tucked beneath her, the firelight catching the curve of her smile. Alex sat on the floor near the hearth, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his skin. A weekend away. No distractions. Just time, endless and indulgent, stretched out between us. We had started the night with dinner — food, laughter spilling easily between full glasses of wine. The conversation had drifted, shifting into teasing touches and stolen glances, the kind of chemistry that had always lingered beneath the surface but had never been acknowledged. Until now. "We should play a game," Sienna had said, voice soft but laced with something wicked. I smirked at her. "What kind of game?" She shrugged, pretending to be innocent. "Something fun. Truth or dare?" Alex exhaled a laugh. "A little juvenile, don’t you think?" "Maybe." She tilted her head, gaze sliding to me. "But that doesn’t mean it won’t be interesting." It started off light-hearted. A dare to take a shot. A truth about our wildest fantasies. But with each question, the energy in the room shifted. "If you had to kiss someone in this room, who would it be?" A question that was meant to be playful but landed like a spark on dry wood. Sienna turned toward me, her gaze lingering, her lips curving just enough to send a ripple of heat through my stomach. "Maybe it’s easier to show than to tell," she murmured. And then she kissed me. Soft at first, teasing, testing — but I didn’t hesitate. I pressed into her, deepening the kiss, my fingers threading into her hair. A low hum of approval came from Alex. "Well, damn." James leaned forward, his fingertips grazing along my wrist, his touch featherlight but deliberate. "That was beautiful." His voice was warm, low, coaxing. The storm outside pounded against the windows, but inside, we were caught in something else — a different kind of storm, one made of tangled desire and unspoken need. Someone reached for me next — I didn’t know whose hands were whose anymore, but it didn’t matter. Mouths found skin, fingers slid beneath fabric, a shiver tracing its way down my spine as Alex kissed the sensitive spot just below my ear. A warm body pressed against my back — James, his breath hot against my neck, his teeth grazing lightly over my skin before pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss just below my ear. His hands came around to my front, skimming my stomach before sliding higher, fingertips brushing the underside of my breasts. I took his hands and lifted them higher, pressing them firmly to my chest, guiding him, showing him how I wanted him to touch me. A low sound rumbled in his throat as his fingers curled, kneading, teasing, his thumbs circling my nipples in slow, deliberate motions. Heat licked at my spine, the sensation sending a pulse of desire straight between my thighs. Behind me, James pressed closer, his hips flush against my backside, letting me feel the hard evidence of how much he wanted me. He rolled his hips just enough to tease, to let me know he was there, waiting, ready. Sienna watched, her lips slightly parted, her eyes dark with heat. She reached for me, her fingers grazing my hip before slipping around to my stomach, her nails lightly dragging over my skin. She leaned in, her breath fanning against my lips before she kissed me deep, slow, claiming. Her tongue swept against mine, her body pressing against my front, trapping me between her and James, warmth surrounding me, melting me. Alex moved behind Sienna, his hands sliding around her waist, his mouth tracing the elegant curve of her throat as he whispered something that made her sigh against my lips. James’s hands moved lower, his fingers tracing a teasing path down my stomach before slipping beneath my dress. He didn’t rush he took his time, his fingertips barely grazing where I ached for more, his teasing strokes making me arch against him. I gasped into Sienna’s mouth as James found the perfect rhythm, his fingers pressing, circling, stroking in slow, relentless movements. My legs trembled, my body caught in the intoxicating pleasure of too many sensations at once — Sienna’s tongue sliding against mine, Alex’s hands guiding her hips, James’s fingers working me open. Sienna broke the kiss, pressing her forehead to mine, her breath uneven. "You look so beautiful like this," James turned me, his hands firm as he guided me toward the couch, lowering me onto the cushions. His eyes never left mine as he knelt between my legs, spreading me open with deliberate, confident hands. He pressed a kiss just above my knee, his lips warm, teasing, before trailing upward, his breath hot against my skin. Sienna settled beside me, her fingers threading into my hair as she watched James with a smirk. "He’s good with his mouth, you know," she whispered, her teeth grazing my earlobe as she reached for my breast. James chuckled, his lips curving against my inner thigh before his tongue flicked out, tracing the sensitive skin just beside where I needed him most. "She’s about to find out," he murmured. And then he kissed me there — soft at first, gentle, his tongue sweeping up through my folds with a teasing slowness that made my back arch. I gasped, my fingers threading into his hair as he licked again, firmer this time, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me exactly where he wanted me. Sienna’s mouth found mine again, swallowing my moans as James set a rhythm — slow, precise, deliberate. He flicked his tongue over my clit, then dragged it down, slipping lower, teasing my entrance with the tip of his tongue before sucking lightly at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Alex moved behind Sienna, his hands guiding her to straddle my hand. She sighed as she pressed against me, her hips rolling slowly, using the friction to chase her own pleasure, my fingers inside her and palm pressed against her clit. James groaned against me, the vibration sending a sharp pulse of pleasure through me before plunging his tongue deep inside me, his hands gripping my thighs as he devoured me with raw, unrestrained hunger. Sienna’s fingers joined his, circling my clit, stroking in time with his tongue, working me open between them. Alex pressed closer, his hands guiding Sienna’s movements, his mouth hot against her skin as he whispered encouragement. My whole body trembled, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter, heat spreading through every nerve. I could feel the weight of James’s gaze on me even as his tongue worked me higher, even as Sienna’s fingers curled inside me, stroking that perfect spot, even as Alex rocked against her, his own breathing ragged. And then — release. It hit like a shockwave, tearing through me, my back arching, my breath catching in my throat as I shattered against their mouths, their hands, their bodies. James groaned, drinking in every last tremor as he licked me through the aftershocks, Sienna’s fingers still stroking slow, coaxing out every last drop of pleasure. I laid back against the cushions, utterly undone, my limbs heavy and warm, my body still humming from the intensity. Sienna pressed a soft kiss to my lips, her smile lazy and satisfied. "God, that was beautiful." James, his grin utterly wicked. "And we’re just getting started." Alex chuckled, leaning in to kiss me. "I think it’s my turn now." I barely had time to catch my breath before Alex was on me, his lips crashing against mine, his kiss deeper, hungrier than before. His fingers sliding down my sides, tracing every curve. James had wrecked me with his mouth, but Alex wanted something more. He wanted to take his time, to savour, to unravel me all over again. Sienna curled up beside me, her fingers trailing lazy circles over my skin, her mouth pressing soft, teasing kisses to my shoulder, my collarbone, down the valley between my breasts, dragging her tongue over my nipple before taking it between her lips. A shudder rolled through me, and my legs instinctively parted as Alex settled between them. He pressed the thick length of his cock against me, teasing me with slow, shallow thrusts, his hands firm on my thighs as he dragged the head of his cock against me, pressing just enough to make me ache for him. "Tell me how you want it," Alex whispered against my lips, his voice rough, his restraint evident in the way his hands trembled against my skin. James let out a low chuckle beside me. "She likes it deep," he murmured, his fingers tracing down my stomach, just barely grazing where I was already soaked and ready. Sienna smirked, lifting her head to kiss me again, her tongue sliding against mine. "But she also likes it slow at first." I exhaled a shaky breath, nodding, my hips lifting in invitation. "Both," I whispered. "I want both." Alex groaned, gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pressed forward, the head of his cock stretching me inch by inch. My mouth fell open, my body clenching around him as he sank deeper, filling me completely. "Fuck," he breathed against my skin, his forehead pressing to mine as he stilled inside me, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. "You feel incredible." James brushed my hair back, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Breathe, sweetheart." I let out a slow, shuddering exhale, my body adjusting around the fullness, the sweet, aching stretch that sent fire curling through me. And then Alex moved. Slow at first, so slow pulling back, almost all the way out, before sinking back in, setting a deep, steady rhythm that had me whimpering, my nails digging into his back. Sienna slid lower, her mouth warm against my breast, her hands everywhere, tracing, teasing, her fingers slipping between my legs to where Alex was filling me, circling my clit in soft, lazy strokes that sent shocks of pleasure ricocheting through me. James watched, his eyes dark with lust as he stroked himself slow, tortured by the sight of me pinned between them, wrecked by pleasure. Alex groaned, shifting my legs higher, hitting deeper, his thrusts growing more insistent. His hands shaking as he pounded into me, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room. Sienna’s lips found mine again, swallowing my moans, her tongue flicking against mine, her fingers working me until my thighs trembled, my body teetering on the edge. James was suddenly there, pressing a hot kiss to my stomach, his mouth replacing Sienna’s fingers. His tongue flicked over my clit in tight, perfect circles, his hands gripping my thighs as he devoured me, sending blinding white heat rushing over me in waves.. The pleasure was too much, too good, too overwhelming. Alex slammed into me one last time, his body stiffening as he groaned against my shoulder, his release triggering my own. My entire body shattered, pleasure tearing through me in wave after wave, my breath caught in my throat as I clenched around him, my thighs trembling. I was wrecked. Completely undone. And I never wanted it to end. Alex pulled out slowly, groaning as he collapsed beside me, his breathing ragged. "Still with us, sweetheart?" he teased. I let out a soft laugh, my body trembling, sated. But Sienna wasn’t done yet. She kissed me deeply, her breath warm, her body still aching against mine. "I think you need to return the favour," she purred, shifting onto her back, parting her thighs for me. James smirked, brushing a strand of hair from my face as I crawled over her, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting her. My lips hovered just above Sienna’s aching core, her thighs trembling as she whispered, "Please." I smiled, breathless, still high from my own pleasure, before lowering my mouth to her, ready to make her fall apart the same way they had done to me. Sienna’s body trembled beneath me, her breath ragged, her thighs parting wider as my tongue flicked against her, teasing her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. I could feel her body responding to me, her hips lifting, her fingers curling into my hair, urging me to keep going, to give her more. I smiled against her skin, sucking lightly, letting my tongue slide lower, tasting the way her arousal coated my lips. She let out a soft, breathless moan, her fingers tightening in my hair. "God…yes. Just like that," she gasped. Behind me, James and Alex were watching, their bodies already hard again, their breathing heavy as they took in the sight of me devouring her. James ran his hand over my back, his fingers tracing down my spine before gripping my waist, his voice low and teasing. "You love making her fall apart, don’t you?" I hummed against her, sending vibrations through her core, making her arch and cry out, her whole body tightening. "Fuck yes!" Alex moved beside James, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly as he watched Sienna writhing beneath me. "She looks incredible like this," he murmured, his free hand sliding over Sienna’s thigh, gripping it firmly. James smirked, reaching down to cup Sienna’s breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers. "I think we can make her feel even better." Sienna’s eyes flicked open, hazy with lust, her lips parting in a knowing smile. "Are you two going to just watch," she teased, That was all the invitation they needed. Sienna nodded, her body still trembling. "I want both of you," she whispered. "At the same time." The air in the room tightened, the weight of her request settling over us like a live wire. James fingers traced slow, teasing circles over her skin. "You want to be completely full?" he murmured, watching as she shivered under his touch. She swallowed, nodding. "I want to feel everything." Alex and James exchanged a glance, grinning like two men who had just been given the ultimate gift. Alex reached for the small bottle of lube on the coffee table, pouring a generous amount onto his fingers, warming it between his hands before sliding his fingers between her legs, spreading her open. Sienna gasped, her body tensing for a brief second before melting into the sensation, completely surrendering. James kissed her softly, his tongue slipping past her lips, coaxing, distracting, as Alex traced slow, soothing circles against the tight entrance of her ass, his fingers slick and careful as he pressed inside. She moaned into James’s mouth, her body shuddering, adjusting to the new sensation. James, nestled between her legs, guided the head of his cock against her pussy, teasing her with shallow thrusts, just enough to make her whimper, to make her hips tilt in silent plea. Alex worked his finger deeper, stretching her ass inch by inch, his other hand rubbing slow circles over her lower back, grounding her in the sensation. "Mmm, that’s it," I whispered, stroking Sienna’s cheek, pressing soft kisses along her jaw. "You’re taking it so well." Alex added a second finger, scissoring gently, coaxing her open, preparing her for him. Sienna’s breath came in short, uneven gasps, her head dropping back against my chest as pleasure overwhelmed her, her hips rolling desperately between the two of them. James lifted her leg higher, angling her just right as he finally thrust deep inside her, making her cry out, her fingers gripping my wrist. "Oh my God, yes!" Alex groaned at the sight of her, his cock already hard and aching. He removed his fingers, replacing them with the thick, slick head of his cock, pressing slowly, carefully against her ass. "Breathe, baby," he whispered, "Let me in." Sienna whimpered, her body shuddering as she took both of them, her walls stretching, adjusting, accommodating, until she was completely filled. James stilled inside her, letting her adjust, his thumb rubbing circles over her clit. Alex groaned, pressing deeper, his hands gripping her hips, his breath uneven as he finally bottomed out. "God…you feel incredible." She sobbed out a moan, her body trembling, overwhelmed, stretched, filled completely by both of them. "Is it too much?" I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face. She exhaled a shaky laugh, her lips curving into a sinful smile. "It’s perfect." James and Alex began to move, finding a slow, rhythmic pace, taking turns thrusting into her, stretching her, working her open. The pleasure was all-consuming, raw, overwhelming in the most beautiful way. "You love it, don’t you?" James growled against her ear, his hands gripping her hips, his thrusts deep and precise. Sienna nodded, her nails digging into my thighs, her body rocking between them, completely helpless in their grip. Alex gritted his teeth, his control slipping as he pushed deeper, his cock throbbing inside her. "Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight, baby." James circled her clit faster, matching the rhythm of their thrusts, his lips pressing against her sweaty skin, whispering filthy praise. I kissed Sienna deeply, swallowing her moans, my hand cupping her breast, rolling her stiff, needy nipple between my fingers. Her whole body tensed, the coil winding tighter and tighter, the pleasure becoming too much, too intense. "Oh fuck, fuck, I’m coming!" she screamed, her whole body convulsing, shaking violently, clenching around both of them as the most earth-shattering orgasm tore through her. James groaned, burying himself deep, his body shuddering as he spilled inside her, his head falling against her shoulder, his moans deep and guttural. Alex was right behind him, thrusting one last time, his cock pulsing, releasing inside her tight heat, his hands gripping her waist so tightly she’d have bruises tomorrow. Sienna collapsed against me, her body limp, trembling as aftershocks rippled through her, soft whimpers escaping her lips. James and Alex withdrew slowly, their hands soothing over her skin, kissing her softly, gently, bringing her back down. I held her close, stroking her damp hair, pressing soft kisses to her forehead. James let out a satisfied groan, stretching lazily, grinning at Alex. "We are definitely doing that again." Sienna laughed breathlessly, her lips curving into a blissful smile as she nestled against my chest. "You better." Alex chuckled softly, pressing a final kiss to her spine. "Best weekend ever." I laughed, curling against Sienna’s side, our bodies warm, tangled, utterly satisfied. The fire had burned low, casting shadows across sweat-slicked skin, our limbs still wrapped around each other in a perfect mess of pleasure and exhaustion. I smiled sleepily, Sienna's fingers lacing through mine. "So… same time next weekend?"

9 February 2025

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I’ve been hosting group plays for many years, this story relates to one particular one about 8 years ago. The party was at my place, daytime meet for a few couples and three or four select males. Amongst the couples I had invited a lady who I had previously played with as well as her husband. We adjourned to one particular bedroom which I always refer to as the Fuck Room. Soon the bed was a mass of flesh and most of the ladies were being attended to by more than one male. My lady friend hadn’t got on the bed yet as there was no more room, here we all are standing naked watching the others play. I was standing next to her, we were touching each other and I decided I needed more, so I lay down on the carpet facing upwards. She didn’t need any encouragement and promptly sat on my face before stretching her body so she could suck my cock in a delicious 69. Her husband was standing next to us, watching us and the bed. She engulfed my cock, I ate her sweet pussy and this went on for a while. Then I did something on the spur of the moment, I lifted my legs and clamped them around her head, pushing her head deep onto my cock. There was nothing she could do except suck it which she lovingly did. I felt my cock stirring and it erupted with a nice glob of cum in her mouth. She sucked me dry and she also exploded in my mouth. Then she stood up, her husband asked her if I came in her mouth, she smiled and said Yes. She told me later that this was the most erotic fuck she ever had, the feeling of being helpless and having to swallow my cum was a fantastic feeling. I told her that it was also a fuck to remember and I will never forget it.

7 February 2025

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I was contacted on this site by a married couple That were looking for an experienced Bi male We chatted for a while Then made plans to come to my place as I have an outside spa After everyone was comfortable we were in the spa with drinks After talking about earlier experiences Denise said that she would like to see 2 males sucking Mark and I thought it was a great idea and started He had a nice 7" cut cock and we enjoyed our 69 Denise started to suck my nipples Always gets me hot I then lifted her up and turned her around so that I could eat her pussy and rimm her Mark fed her his cock for her to suck After a while she said that she wanted my cock in her pussy I slipped into heaven as I was fucking her Mark fed me his cock to suck I said that I was about to come and Denise said blow your spunk up me As I pumped harder and was coming Mark blew his load down my throat What a great start to the evening We went inside for some nibbles and to recover The conversation was easy and free flowing Then we went into the spare Play room for round two

6 February 2025

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A friend and wife had come to visit, they'd shared only each other and had a fantasy. Luckily, I became part of that fantasy. So after collecting them and hitting our hotel for the night, showered and relaxed, I re-entered the living area. To find a very relaxed couple, having found the porn channel, engaged in the early to mid stages of foreplay (she was very busily getting hubby to attention, whilst he was from my view, two fingers deep). I enjoyed proceedings for a moment, until I was summoned closer and after a very furious game of tongue twister, I was directed south, enjoying two very ample treats on the way. Upon arrival of my destination, I found myself under the direction of the lady clearly in charge and assumed the position, gleefully awaiting what was soon to be positioned on my face. Now, eating that pussy and watching her engulf hubby's now fully grown member with slobbery glee had me almost drop a load on my thigh before we'd even started. However, when she decided to turn and have hubby enter from behind, it was then I discovered the joy of the spit roast. I did finish rather quickly, with warning of course but she never missed a beat. From there we wore each other out. I think hubby was asleep, while we continued for hours more. I'll never forget that night, or weekend tbh. Excuse me while I reminisce.

3 February 2025

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The library has always been a place of solace for me—quiet, unassuming, a sanctuary where time slows and the outside world fades away. It’s why I took this job, why I spend my evenings among the scent of old paper and the hush of turning pages. But lately, there’s been a shift. A customer that is now regularly lingering in the aisles and a weight to the air that wasn’t there before. He’s been coming here for weeks now, and though we’ve never exchanged more than a few words, something unspoken has settled between us. And tonight, I can feel it building, waiting for release. The scent of old paper and polished wood lingers in the air, mingling with the faint traces of cologne he leaves behind when he walks past. The library is empty apart from the two of us, but he doesn’t acknowledge me immediately. He never does—not right away. Instead, he moves with the kind of unhurried grace that suggests he knows he’ll be noticed regardless. He’s been coming here for weeks, always around the same time. I’ve learned his habits—the way he skims the spines of books without looking directly at them, the way his fingers linger just a second longer on the ones that interest him. He’s a man who exists in quiet certainty, someone who doesn’t rush or fumble or second-guess. The way he carries himself with an effortless authority. It’s not just his presence that intrigues me—it’s everything he embodies. Knowledge. Confidence. Restraint. And then there’s the way he looks at me. Not often. Not obviously. But when he does, it feels deliberate. As though he’s measuring something, weighing a possibility. And tonight, something shifts. The silence between us is thick with meaning, the tension mounting like the weight of an unsaid confession. I’m standing by the rolling ladder when he finally speaks. His voice is low, deep, cutting through the hush of the library as if it belongs here. “Would you help me find something?” I turn, my pulse betraying me with its quickened beat. “Of course. What are you looking for?” He watches me for a moment before speaking, as though deciding how much he wants to reveal. “It’s a particular edition. Leather-bound. Should be in the restricted section.” My lips part slightly. The restricted section is behind a locked gate, reserved for members with special access. He has that access. I do not. “I can’t enter that section,” I say, my voice softer than it should be. He knows this already. “I know.” His gaze flickers down to my lips before returning to my eyes. “But you can come with me.” He doesn’t touch me, doesn’t move any closer, and yet my skin is tingling with awareness. I follow him without thinking, drawn to the quiet command in his presence. He unlocks the gate, holds it open for me, and as I step past him, the space between us narrows. His hand barely brushes my arm, a whisper of contact that sends  a rush straight through me. Inside, the air feels heavier. The bookshelves cast long shadows, the dim light barely reaching the far corners. He moves slowly, purposefully, scanning the shelves, but I feel his awareness of me. The way he stands just close enough that I can sense his body heat. “I think it’s up here,” I murmur, pointing to a higher shelf. I step onto the ladder, acutely aware of him watching. When I stretch upward, my skirt shifts, exposing just a sliver more skin. His voice is quieter this time. “Careful.” I turn my head slightly, meeting his gaze from over my shoulder. There’s something dark in his expression, something restrained yet unmistakable. I descend the ladder slowly, and when I reach the bottom, he doesn’t move away. He’s standing close enough that I have to tilt my chin to look up at him, close enough that I can see the faint hint of amusement in his eyes, as though he knows exactly what this is—what we’re doing. I hold out the book between us, but neither of us move to take it. His fingers finally brush mine, lingering longer than necessary. I exhale, the breath caught between anticipation and something else entirely. “Thank you,” he murmurs, but the words feel heavier than gratitude. I wet my lips. His eyes flicker downward, catching the movement. The silence stretches between us. I wonder if he can hear my heartbeat. I wonder what would happen if I took one more step closer. And then he smiles—just barely, just enough to make my stomach tighten with anticipation. He doesn’t step back, nor do I. The space between us feels potent, a fragile tension that neither of us dares to break just yet. I can feel the warmth of his body, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the aged pages around us, and I know that whatever is about to happen has been building for weeks. His hand lingers where it last touched mine, just barely brushing my knuckles. I shift my weight slightly, feeling the anticipation coil tighter inside me. "You always seem to know exactly where to find things," I say, my voice softer than before. His lips curve slightly. "Some things just take careful attention." The double meaning isn’t lost on me, and it sends an ache between my thighs. I watch as he turns the book over in his hands, but his focus never really leaves me. "And what about you?" he asks after a moment. "Are you looking for something in particular?" I hesitate, letting the moment linger between us, charged with possibility. Then, very deliberately, I tilt my chin up and meet his gaze. "Maybe," I murmur. "I just haven’t decided if I’ve found it yet." His expression darkens, but not with displeasure. Rather, it’s something deeper, something hungry. He steps forward, just enough to close the remaining inches between us. My breath catches as his fingers lift, brushing ever so lightly along the side of my arm, tracing a path that sends a shiver through me. "Then perhaps," he says, his voice barely above a whisper, "we should keep looking." His words are an invitation, a promise wrapped in restraint. But neither of us are here to resist. I feel the heat between us thickening, something heavy and inevitable pressing against my skin. His fingers run up my arm, slow, mapping a path of barely-there contact. My breath hitches, but I don’t move away. His touch lingers at my shoulder, then trails down, just grazing the edge of my neckline. A test, a provocation. I tilt my chin up, daring him silently. The tension stretches, crackling between us, and then his other hand settles at my waist. Firm. Commanding. He draws me closer, and my body responds before my mind can catch up. The moment shatters as he tilts his head down, his lips barely brushing mine—hesitant, almost teasing. The anticipation is maddening. He waits, lingers, his breath warm against my lips, and then, just when I think I might break apart from the want of it, he claims my mouth. It’s slow at first, achingly so. His lips move against mine with measured control, his hands keeping me close but not caging me in. And then the restraint falters. His fingers tighten at my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I gasp into the kiss as his other hand knots into my hair, angling me to deepen it. The kiss turns hungrier, more insistent. My hands find purchase at his chest, feeling the solid warmth of him beneath the fabric. He tastes like warmth and want, and I sink into it, let him guide me backward until my spine meets the bookshelf. A thrill rushes through me at the sensation of being trapped, held between him and the shelves, caught in something neither of us want to stop. His lips leave mine, trailing heat down my jawline, the column of my throat. My breath stutters as his fingers slip lower, skimming the edge of my blouse, fingertips teasing along the fabric before slipping beneath. The warmth of his touch against my skin sends a shudder through me, a delicious ache rushing lower and lower. His mouth follows the path of his hands, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone, tracing the sensitive skin with slow, deliberate intent. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he murmurs against my skin, voice husky, full of restraint that is barely holding. I shake my head, my breath coming in shallow gasps. "Don't stop." A low sound escapes him, something close to satisfaction, and then his hands are on the buttons of my blouse, undoing them one by one, as if savoring every moment, every inch of skin revealed beneath his touch. His fingers trail along my thigh, pushing the fabric of my skirt higher, higher, until his knuckles graze against the heat between my legs. I part for him instinctively, my breath coming in shallow pants as he drags his fingertips over the thin barrier of fabric separating us. The tension coils tighter, my pulse hammering against my ribs as he strokes once, twice, a slow, devastating tease that makes my knees weak. He chuckles low against my skin, the sound rich and knowing. "So eager," he murmurs, and the words send a delicious shiver through me. "Tell me what you want." The words barely form on my lips before his fingers press more firmly, a deliberate pressure that sends a bolt of pleasure rippling through me. My hands clutch at his shoulders, desperate, pulling him closer as he deepens his touch, pushing past hesitation and into the inevitable. His fingers push past the final barrier of fabric, finding me, exploring me with slow strokes that steal the breath from my lungs. A moan escapes me, low and needy, and I feel his lips curve against my throat in approval. His free hand grips my hip, steadying me as my legs threaten to give way beneath the intensity of his touch. The library is silent except for the sounds we make—the hitch of my breath, the quiet hum of satisfaction he gives when he feels me respond to him. I arch into his hand, craving more, my body desperate for the relief only he can give. He obliges, pressing deeper, his movements both tender and possessive, unraveling me with each measured touch. "That’s it," he murmurs, his voice rough against my ear. "Let me hear you." Heat blooms through me, my head tipping back against the bookshelf as pleasure coils tight in my core. His fingers work me expertly, pushing, teasing, drawing me closer and closer to the edge until I am trembling in his grasp. When I finally shatter, it’s with his name on my lips, my body tightening and releasing in waves that leave me clinging to him. He holds me through it, his mouth pressing slow kisses to my jaw, my neck, grounding me in the aftermath. And yet, I can already feel the hunger lingering between us, unsated. His hands still rest on my skin, his breath heavy against my ear, and when I shift slightly, the press of him against me makes my stomach tighten all over again. His fingers trail up my thigh once more, teasing, testing, as if gauging just how much more I can take. A shudder wracks through me as his fingers moving with purpose, coaxing another gasp from my lips. "You're not finished yet, are you?" he whispers, and the huskiness in his voice sends another pulse of desire straight through me. I shake my head, unable to find words, my body already responding to his touch. He chuckles, a deep, knowing sound that vibrates through my chest as he slides his hand beneath me, lifting me effortlessly onto the lower shelf. The cold wood presses against my back as he steps between my legs, and the look in his eyes tells me he intends to keep me there until I’m completely undone. "Then let's keep going, I think we have unfinished business.." His lips crash against mine again, more insistent this time, his hands wandering with a new urgency. He grips my thighs, pulling me closer to the edge of the shelf, his fingers pressing into me as his mouth moves from my lips to the sensitive skin of my neck. The sensation sends a shudder through me, a desperate moan slipping from my lips as his hands slide under my skirt, pushing it up further until there is nothing left between us but raw, unfiltered desire. I am silently pleading for more. He doesn't make me wait. His touch grows firmer, more insistent, and when he slides inside me it's with the kind of urgency that steals the air from my lungs. The quiet sanctuary of the library is shattered by the sounds of our desire, gasps and moans mingling with the rustling of fabric, the thud of wood against skin. The forbidden thrill of it all, the risk of being caught, only amplifies the pleasure crashing over me in waves, unrelenting and consuming. He moves with the kind of experience that makes me lose myself completely, coaxing me to the brink. "I want to feel you come again," he demands, his voice thick with hunger. And I do, shattering against him, pleasure washing over me in waves so intense I can barely breathe. He follows soon after, his grip on me fierce as he buries himself deep, spilling into me with a growl of satisfaction. For a long moment, neither of us move, our breaths mingling, our bodies still entwined. Then, finally, he pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, his thumb brushing over my lips. "I told you," he murmurs, a smirk curving his lips. "We weren't finished." I let out a breathless laugh, my fingers trailing over his jaw. "And now?" He tilts his head, considering, then leans in once more, his lips ghosting over mine as he whispers, "Now, we decide if this was only the beginning." A breathless pause lingers between us, the heat of the moment settling into something slower. I let out a quiet sigh, still caught in the haze of sensation, my body thrumming with the echoes of what just transpired. I meet his gaze, searching for something—confirmation, reassurance maybe. Instead, he smiles, the kind that hints at mischief and something deeper. A soft laugh escapes me as I press my forehead to his, our breaths mingling in the dim glow of the library. "Maybe," I murmur, "but either way, we’ll have to be quiet next time." His chuckle is low and knowing, a quiet acknowledgment that this isn’t the end.

3 February 2025

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The bass pulsed through the floor like a heartbeat, neon lights slicing through the haze of the crowded club. Lena, nursing a gin tonic at the bar, scanned the room. It had been a grueling week at the ad agency, and she’d craved this—the anonymity of shadows, the thrill of bodies in motion. That’s when she spotted them. They were a jarring contrast: a woman in a sequined emerald dress, her laughter ringing above the din, and a man beside her in a charcoal suit, his calm demeanor a counterpoint to her electric energy. Her hair, a cascade of violet curls, caught the light like shattered amethyst. His hand rested lightly on her waist, a silent anchor amidst the chaos. Lena wasn’t sure who bumped into whom first—only that suddenly she was spilling her drink, and the woman was grabbing her wrist, steadying her. “Oops! Battle scar from the dance floor?” she grinned, her voice a melodic tease. Up close, her eyes were lined with gold, flickering like fireflies. “Join us!” she insisted, already pulling Lena into their orbit. The man nodded, a half-smile playing on his lips. “I’m Mira,” the woman said, “and this is Eli.” They danced, a trio of strangers syncing to the rhythm. Mira moved like a storm—unpredictable, alluring—while Eli’s steps were measured, deliberate. Between songs, they migrated to a booth, Mira ordering a round of smoky mezcal. “We’re celebrating,” she declared. “Eli just sold his art gallery. Now we’re trekking to Patagonia next month!” “*You* sold it,” Eli corrected, his voice a rumble. “I just nodded while you charmed the buyers.” Their banter was a tennis match of affection. Lena learned fragments: Mira’s stint as a circus performer, Eli’s obsession with restoring vintage motorcycles. Opposites, yet their edges fit seamlessly. “Why Patagonia?” Lena asked. Mira leaned in. “To get lost before life ties us down.” Eli added quietly, “And to find what we didn’t know we’re looking for.” Hours melted away. When Lena finally glanced at her phone—3 a.m.—she rose to leave. Mira hugged her, whispering, “Stay reckless,” while Eli handed her a napkin scribbled with an email. “If you ever need a guide to chaos,” he winked. Outside, the city hummed with predawn stillness. Lena crumpled the napkin, smiling. Some encounters weren’t meant to last—only to ignite embers of possibility. She walked home, the stars blurring above, her mind echoing with laughter and the promise of uncharted roads.

2 February 2025

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I once tied myself up while my house mate was out. I dressed up in her clothes wearing her flight centre uniform and used ropes and her scarves to bind myself. I used a scarf to shove in my mouth and a big red ball gag to gag myself as well as med wrap around to hold it in place. I could hardly make a sound. I hand cuffed myself to my ropes around my feet into a hog tie. I loved it. The thrill of being bound was so exciting. I could not believe I did it to myself. I wish I was being used by a mistress. After about 30mins i realized I had lost the key on the floor. I panicked. I struggled and moaned for another hour and a half! I was able to roll myself down off the bed and onto the floor to finally find the key and finally getting myself free. This gave me 10mins to get changed put all my stuff and her stuff away before she got home. She did ask me why I had marks on my face and wrists. I then bought her a scarf for a birthday gift, but secretly used it while she was out. Haha

1 February 2025

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The night was perfect. She had her man, a delicious meal, and even a musician to serenade the lovely couple. What more could she wish for on her birthday? As she blew out the candle, she grinned at her man while making her wish. Her desires evident with her nipples subtly revealing her excitement beneath the lace top. Her man reached across the table, his fingers gently caressing her hand. She noticed the music became more intimate as their hands touched. He leaned closer and kissed her softly as his hands beginning to explore her body. At first, she was taken aback by his touch, especially with the musician playing just a few feet away, a witness to their desires. But her surprise quickly faded, moving to excitement as she realized her birthday wish was unfolding in ways she had never imagined. The thought of being watched while she was claimed. A soft moan escaped her lips as she surrendered to the fantasy. Her man's hands roamed her body, sending delightful shivers down her spine. As if on cue, the musician set down his instrument and approached them. Without a word, her man leaned back in his seat, and she felt the musician's hand on her shoulder and neck. Shock filled her eyes as she glanced at her partner, who responded with a playful grin. Trembling with anticipation, she felt the musician's fingers trace her curves. His touch was different, rougher yet equally thrilling. The musician's lips found the curve of her neck while her man watched, a look of desire and satisfaction on his face. Her breath quickened as the musician's skilled hands explored her, tracing the contours of her breasts through the delicate lace. She kept her gaze fixed on her man, seeking his silent approval and reveling in the lustful gleam in his eyes. A slight nod from him sent a jolt of electricity through her. The musician's fingers deftly unfastened the clasps of her top, exposing her flushed skin to the cool night air. Her nipples hardened further as he cupped her breasts, kneading them gently. All the while, her man watched intently. She felt the musician's arousal pressing against her back as he continued his ministrations. Suddenly she hears the unmistakable sound of a zipper. She senses the man move beside her. Her man sitting on one side, the erect cock on the other. She turns and looks at it. It’s beautiful and thick. Not too long and a beautiful tip ready to penetrate. Her delicate hand touches it gently, wrapping around the musician's hardness. She stroked him slowly, all while maintaining that electric connection with her man across the table. Watching his lips curled into a satisfied smirk, silently encouraging her to continue. She enjoyed hearing the musician's breath as she explored his length, her touch both tentative and eager. Her other hand sought out her man's, intertwining their fingers as the passion built between the three of them. Each touch and caress a symphony of sensuality orchestrated by her birthday wish. She stands and motions for the man to sit, only letting go of his hard penis to pull down her soaked panties. Leaning in to kiss her man then positioning herself over the erect cock. Moans escape her mouth as the stranger parts her wanting pussy. He feels so good. Different from her man. It’s been a long time since another cock had filled her. She sinks down slowly, savoring every inch, every vein as the musician's thick shaft stretches her. A silent conversation passes between her and her man as she begins to move, rolling her hips in a sensual dance. She feels the musician's hands grip her waist, guiding her movements as she rides him. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, nipples hard and aching for attention. As if reading her mind, her man leans forward, capturing one peaked bud between his lips. She gasps, overwhelmed by the dual sensations. Her pace quickens, driven by the growing need coiling in her core. The musician matches her rhythm, driving up into her as she grinds down. She feels so wonderfully full, each stroke hitting places that make her groan. All the while, her gaze remains fixed on her man, watching as he expertly plays with her hardened nipples. Sweat glistens on her skin as she chases her pleasure. Her man’s fingers find her sensitive nub, circling it with practiced ease. She bites her lip, muffling a cry as the added stimulation pushes her closer to the edge. The tension builds, a crescendo of sensation threatening to overwhelm her. Her movements become erratic, desperate. The musician thrusts harder, faster. She feels him swell inside her, knows he's close too. With a final, powerful thrust, she shatters. Waves of ecstasy crash over her as she comes, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around the musician's cock. He follows moments later, spilling himself deep inside her with a guttural groan. As she comes down from her high, she leans forward, resting her forehead against her man's. Their breath mingles, a silent exchange of love and gratitude passing between them. The musician withdraws, leaving her feeling deliciously used and satisfied. Her man pulls her into his lap, cradling her trembling body against his chest. His hardness presses against her thigh, a promise of more pleasure to come. As the musician quietly gathers his things and slips away, she knows this birthday celebration is far from over.

31 January 2025

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Amelia's heart raced as she entered the dimly lit room, her eyes slowly adjusting to take in the unfamiliar surroundings. Plush velvet curtains in deep crimson hung from ceiling to floor, and flickering candles cast dancing shadows across the walls. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and leather. She ran her fingers nervously over the smooth silk of her robe, hyper-aware of her nakedness underneath. Master J had instructed her to disrobe before entering, and she had complied with trembling hands. Now she stood just inside the doorway, unsure where to look or what to do next. A low, rich voice came from the shadows. "Come closer, pet." Amelia's breath caught in her throat as she took a few hesitant steps forward. As her eyes adjusted further, she began to make out more details of the room. Gleaming metal hooks hung from the ceiling. An ornate wooden chest stood in one corner, its contents a mystery that made her shiver with equal parts fear and excitement. Master J emerged from the darkness, his tall frame cutting an imposing figure. He wore fitted black pants and nothing else, his muscled chest bare. In one hand he held a leather flogger, its many strands swaying gently as he moved. "Are you ready to begin your journey, pet?" he asked, his voice a silky purr. Amelia wanted to answer but couldn’t find her voice, all she could do was nod. A thrill of anticipation coursed through her as Master J approached, his eyes roaming over her body with open appreciation... Master J circled Amelia slowly, drinking in every curve and contour of her body. His fingertips ghosted over her shoulders, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Amelia shivered. "Such a lovely pet," he murmured. "So responsive already." He stood before her, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, but there was also warmth there, a silent promise of safety. "We'll start slow," Master J said. "Remember your safe word?" "Red," Amelia whispered. "Good girl. Now, hands behind your back." Amelia complied, clasping her hands at the small of her back. Master J produced a length of soft rope, skillfully binding her wrists together. The rope was snug but not uncomfortable, holding her arms securely in place. "How does that feel?" he asked. "Good," Amelia breathed. Master J guided her to the center of the room where a padded bench awaited. He moved her over it, her torso resting on the cushioned surface while her legs remained on the floor. "Spread your legs for me, pet." Amelia hesitated only a moment, her face flushing as she exposed herself fully. Master J ran a hand appreciatively down her spine. "Beautiful," he praised. "Now, I'm going to start with the flogger. Just light strokes to warm you up. Tell me if it's too much." The first whisper-soft lashes across her back and bottom made Amelia gasp. It was a new sensation, not quite pain, but intense stimulation that sent sparks of pleasure. As Master J continued, gradually increasing the force, Amelia found herself pushing back into the strikes, craving more. Moans of pleasure filled the room as the flogging intensified. Her skin tingled and burned deliciously. She felt herself growing wet, her inhibitions melting away under Master J's skilled attention. When he finally set the flogger aside, Amelia whimpered at the loss. But then she felt his hands on her, massaging her heated skin, soothing and arousing in equal measure. His touch dipped lower, probing between her legs. "So wet for me already," he growled approvingly. "Such an eager little submissive." Amelia could only moan in response as his fingers worked their magic, bringing her right to the edge of climax before withdrawing. She writhed against the bench, desperate for more. "Please," she begged. "Please, Master." "Patience, pet," he chuckled. "We're only just beginning..." A finger circled round and round teasing her mercilessly, drawing soft whimpers from Amelia. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Not yet, my pet. I want you aching for it." He withdrew his hand, leaving Amelia trembling with need. She heard him move away, followed by the sound of the wooden chest creaking open. Her imagination ran wild wondering what implement he might choose next. Amelia gasped as something cool and smooth traced down her spine - a Wartenberg wheel. The pinpricks of sensation made her squirm. Master J rolled it over her shoulders, down her arms, across her sensitive sides. When he reached her inner thighs, Amelia couldn't help but cry out. "So responsive," he murmured approvingly. "Let's see how you handle this." The wheel was replaced by something soft brushing her skin - a feather perhaps? It danced over her body, alternating with sharp little nips that must have been from a crop. The contrasting sensations had Amelia writhing. Master J kept her on edge for what felt like hours, introducing her to a whole array of implements - silky scarves, rough rope, biting clamps, tingling electro-wands. He built her arousal higher and higher, only to back off each time she neared climax. Just when Amelia thought she couldn't take anymore, Master J's hands were on her again, lifting her from the bench. He guided her to a padded X-frame on the wall, securing her wrists and ankles with leather cuffs. Amelia's legs trembled as Master J knelt before her. His tongue found her center, lapping and sucking with practiced skill. Two fingers slid inside, curling to hit just the right spot. “Don’t you dare come” Master J's talented tongue and fingers worked in tandem, bringing Amelia to the brink of ecstasy. She strained against her bonds, every muscle taut as she fought to obey his command. Sweat glistened on her flushed skin as she panted and moaned. "Please," she whimpered. "I can't... I need..." He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against her most sensitive flesh. "You can and you will," he said firmly. "Show me your control." Amelia bit her lip, focusing all her willpower on holding back the tide of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. Master J resumed his ministrations, alternating between feather-light touches and firm pressure. Stars danced behind Amelia's closed eyelids as the sensations built to an almost unbearable intensity. Just when she thought she might shatter, Master J withdrew completely. Amelia's eyes flew open to see him standing before her, chest heaving. His gaze was dark with desire as he took in her trembling form. "You've done so well, pet," he praised. "I think you've earned a reward." He reached for something on a nearby table - a small bullet vibrator. Amelia's breath hitched as he pressed it against her, the low hum sending shivers through her over sensitized body. Master J's free hand caressed her face tenderly. "You may come now," he murmured. The permission unleashed a tidal wave of sensation. Amelia cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her body convulsing in the restraints. Master J held the vibrator steady, drawing out her climax until she was limp and gasping. As the aftershocks subsided, he gently removed the vibrator and began unfastening her bonds. Amelia's legs gave out as soon as she was free, but Master J caught her easily in his strong arms. He carried her to a plush lounge in the corner, cradling her against his chest. "You were magnificent," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to her hair. "How do you feel?" Amelia took stock of her body - pleasantly sore, utterly relaxed, and more satisfied than she'd ever been. "Amazing," she breathed. "That was... incredible." Master J chuckled warmly, reaching for a bottle of water and helping her take small sips. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. We'll take things slow, build up your endurance over time." As Amelia nestled against him, she knew this was only the beginning of her journey into submission. She couldn't wait to explore further with her skilled and attentive Dom.

31 January 2025

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“What the hell am I doing?” Maree thought to herself. Her hands gripped the steering wheel. She'd spent countless nights exchanging messages with a stranger online, their virtual chemistry intoxicating. Now, she was finally taking the chance, driving to meet him in person. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind. What if he wasn't who he claimed to be? What if this was all a terrible mistake? But then again, what if it was everything she'd been fantasizing about? Maree caught her reflection in the rearview mirror. Her usually neat hair was slightly dishevelled from running her fingers through it nervously. Her lips, painted a darker shade of red, stood out against her pale skin. She'd chosen a low-cut blouse and her shortest skirt, a far cry from her usual conservative attire. As she approached the agreed-upon meeting spot, a trendy hotel bar downtown, butterflies erupted in her stomach. She could turn back now, make up some excuse, and return to her safe, predictable life. But the thought of those scorching messages, the promises of ecstasy, and the thrill of the unknown propelled her forward. Maree pulled into the parking lot, her breath coming in short, excited gasps. This was it, the moment of truth. With trembling fingers, she checked her phone one last time. A new message awaited her: "I'm here. Can't wait to finally meet you." Through the glass doors, she could see the dimly lit bar, its atmosphere intimate and inviting. Her eyes scanned the room, searching for a face that matched the photos she'd seen online. And there he was. Sitting at the bar, Marc's profile illuminated by the soft amber light, was the man she'd been dreaming about for weeks. He was even more handsome in person, his strong jawline and broad shoulders making her weak at the knees. As if sensing her presence, he turned. A slow, seductive smile spread across his face as he saw her for the first time. Maree felt a jolt of electricity course through her body. There was no turning back now. With shaky legs she made her way towards him. The noise of the bar faded away, leaving only the sound of her racing heartbeat in her ears. He stood, his eyes never leaving hers. "Maree?" he asked, his voice deep and rich, just as she'd imagined. She nodded, unable to find her voice. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "You're even more beautiful in person." The heat of his breath on her skin sent shivers down her spine. In that moment, all her doubts and fears melted away. She knew that tonight would be a night she'd never forget. Maree felt a rush of exhilaration as his hand found the small of her back, guiding her to a secluded booth in the corner. As they sat down, their knees touched under the table, sending sparks through her body. "I can't believe we're finally here," he said, his eyes roaming over her hungrily. "I've been thinking about this moment for weeks." "Me too," Maree admitted. She took a sip of the martini he'd ordered for her, grateful for the liquid courage. As they talked, the chemistry between them grew. Every accidental touch, every glance, every shared laugh only intensified the obvious sexual tension. Maree found herself moving in closer, drawn to his scent and the promise of what was to come. Marc's hands rubbed the smoothness of her leg gradually getting higher and higher. After what felt like both an eternity and mere seconds, he leaned in close, his lips nearly brushing hers. "What do you say we take this upstairs?" he murmured, his voice husky with desire. Maree's heart raced as she nodded, allowing him to take her hand and lead her towards the elevator. As the doors closed behind them, he pulled her close, his strong arms encircling her waist. "Last chance to back out," he said, his eyes searching hers for any hint of hesitation. Maree reached up and pulled him down for a searing kiss. All the passion from their online exchanges exploded in that moment, leaving them both breathless and aching for more. As they stumbled into the hotel room, hands frantically exploring, clothes being shed, Maree knew she'd made the right choice. Whatever happened tomorrow, tonight she would lose herself in ecstasy, consequences be damned. Maree moaned softly when Marc captured one of her nipples between his lips, sucking and nibbling gently as his hand slid between her legs, finding her wet and ready. She gave herself over to the passion that had been building between them for weeks. Maree spread her legs wider as 1 finger turned to 2. Her eyes shut as moans escaped from her lips as he masterfully toyed with her. Marc's skilled fingers continued to explore her depths, gently teasing her most sensitive spots, Maree's moans grew louder, her hips bucking against his hand. She felt his other hand trail up her body, grazing her breasts as he went, sending shivers down her spine. With one deft motion, he unhooked her bra, freeing her heavy breasts for his hungry mouth. Sensations she'd only dreamed of consumed her. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer. "Oh God, Marc," she panted, "I'm so close." He responded by plunging a third finger inside of her, stretching her walls like never before sending her spiralling over the edge. Maree's orgasm washed over her while she dug her nails into his back as a symphony of moans escaped from deep within her. As she came down from the euphoric high, Marc withdrew his fingers, admiring the evidence of her pleasure before bringing them to his lips and tasting her nectar. Maree, turned on even more fumbled with his belt, finally freeing his rock-hard cock from its confines. He was every bit as impressive as the photos had suggested, if not more so. She wrapped a hand around his shaft, marvelling at its girth and heat in her palm. He was so much bigger than anything she had fucked before and the thought of trying to put this in her mouth both scared and excited her. Maree didn’t blink as she ran her tongue along the shaft. He tasted so good. The tiny bit of precum coated the tip of her tongue as she reached the top. The mixture of salt and musk bringing a smile to her lips as she opened up to accept him. Her jaw hurt as she spread as far as she could. If this hurt her jaw so much, what would it do to her pussy. The very thought sent a gush over her. She so wanted this cock to stretch her. Marc gently cradled the back of Maree's head as she took him deeper into her mouth. She relaxed her throat, trying to accommodate his impressive size. Her tongue swirled around his shaft as she bobbed up and down, savouring every inch of him. But it was just too much as she gagged and released him. Maree looked up at Marc. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "You're just so big." Marc smiled down at her tenderly. "Don't apologize. You're amazing," He pulled her up, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. As their tongues danced, he guided her towards the bed, laying her down. Marc's eyes roamed over her beautiful body as he positioned himself between her legs. Maree felt the tip of his cock tease her pussy. Torn between wanting it, needing it and the shear terror of having something that big take her. "Are you ready for me?" he asked, the tip of his cock teasing. Maree nodded "Yes. Yes, please," she breathed. Her back arched as the tip spread her apart. Her legs spread wider and moans of both pleasure and pain filled the room. Slowly, inch by delicious inch, Marc pushed into her. Maree gasped at the stretch. He paused, allowing her to adjust to his size. "You're so tight," he groaned, fighting the urge to thrust wildly. Maree didn’t respond. Lost in her own world as she came to grips with the emotions this cock was giving her. Eventually her hips started to move, silently begging for more. Marc obliged. He started with slow, deep strokes. Gradually, he increased his pace, watching her face as he took her. Marc smiled when he felt her walls relax. At the same time her moans turned to yells of pure pleasure. Maree wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside her. She clung to him, her nails raking down his back as the pleasure intensified. "Oh god, Marc! Fuck yes" she cried out. She had never screamed like this before. With each thrust she felt the new her grow. She wasn’t that shy little girl anymore. She wanted this. Wanted to be taken and fucked completely. She was his to do with her anything he wanted. Maree's world exploded in ecstasy as another orgasm ripped through her body. Her back arched off the bed, her inner walls clamping down on Marc's cock as waves of pleasure washed over her. She cried out his name, her voice hoarse with passion. Marc growled, feeling her tightness squeeze him. He picked up his pace, pounding into her with abandon. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful thrust. "That's it, baby," he grunted. "Take all of me." Maree was lost in sensation, her body trembling as aftershocks of her orgasm continued to pulse through her. She'd never felt so full, so stretched, so utterly possessed by a lover before. In one swift motion, he flipped their positions, pressing Maree face into the mattress. She had never been so manhandled before. He lifted her up her waist as he positioned himself behind her. She offered no resistance as he thrust into her, another moan filling the air as his cock filled her aching pussy with one forceful push. Maree couldn't believe how wanton she had become, but she didn't care. She craved Marc's touch, his cock. “Harder” she yelled. Marc picked up the pace. Spurred on by the yells of joy coming from Maree's lips. He grabbed her hips and started forcing her back onto him, increasing the force. Maree was happy to take it all, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her wanting this to never stop. Marc's rhythm became erratic as he neared his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her. Maree gasped as she felt his hot seed flooding her. His release triggered another intense orgasm for Maree. Her body shuddered and convulsed around him. She cried out his name over and over, her voice muffled by the pillow she was clutching. Maree collapsed onto the bed, her body spent. Marc spooned up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. They lay there, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow. Maree had a contented smile on her face. "That was amazing," she said softly.

31 January 2025

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“I love looking at your naked body. And I love watching you get turned on just because I’m looking at you.” It wasn’t just that he was looking at me. It was the way he was looking at me. Like he was going to devour me. The anticipation of him fucking me made me drip. I’d been naked for the last 3 days, ever since he walked in to my campsite. Since then we’d spent most of our time fucking. Every way we could think of. Cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, missionary. His cock in my cunt, my mouth, my arse. And we fucked everywhere – in his rooftop tent, on the bonnet of his car, bent over the table or the back of my car, with me tied to a tree, in the water, even in my single swag. And now I was naked, with my hands tied above my head to the ladder of his roof top tent. Eagerly waiting for him to do what he wanted. “I think you need your arse whipped.” he said “Turn around and face the ladder.” I did as instructed. He walked up behind me and put his hand between my legs and stroked my pussy. “Spread your legs.” I complied. Spreading them as far as I could with my hands tied above my head. I pushed my arse out in anticipation. “Oh, that’s good. That arse definitely needs a whipping.” He got out his belt and brought it down with a resounding smack on my arse. It stung. I couldn’t lessen the blow by moving forward as I was against the ladder. I left out a groan. Again the belt came down on my arse. Again I groaned. “This is definitely what you need. Your arse needs a good whipping. And then, if you’re good, I might fuck it for you.” He brought the belt down again. “Have you had enough?” “Yes, please” “No, I think you need a couple more.” His actions were perfect, the belt came down with a resounding smack and made my arse sting. Twice more. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to sit down. He came and untied me “Now you can suck my cock to show me that you appreciate being disciplined.” I knelt in front of him and took his cock in my mouth. I could feel him watching me moving up and down the shaft, wrapping my tongue around it, licking the head, and then licking his balls. He watched me suck his cock. Taking it all the way into my mouth, then licking and sucking his balls. Then he twined his fingers through my hair and pulled me to my feet. He moved me over to the table. “Bend right over and spread your legs.” He moved behind me and put his cock against my arse. His fingers found my wet pussy and used my cunt juices to lubricate my arse. He thrust his cock into my arse while he fingered by pussy. I cried out as he thrust deep into my arse. The sudden thrust was both painful and pleasurable. I wasn’t sure which sensation was the strongest. Whipping me had obviously turned him on. A couple of thrusts and he pulled out and spurted his cum over my back. “Time for another swim” he said “Then it’s your turn. Maybe we can beat that 10 minutes.”

31 January 2025

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TOPIC: DOGGY STYLE. Honestly, I feel like seeing & thanking the person that invented doggy style. It's sweet, it reaches the intestines. It helps penetrate deep into u, and u feel the scrotum touch ur outer hole, while he do u It's fast and reliable. Easy to do in any area of the house. It helps the shy ones to overcome shyness, cos you won't look at his face. It allows your man to play with ur nipples. It allows your man to play with your clit. It allows ur man to play and tap ur bum bum as he's doing you. It allows your man have a full view of ur bumbum, as he's doing you and ur booty is bouncing with the force of his thrust. It allows u to play with ur man's balls from under. It allows him to massage ur back. Even if you don't want to moan, this style will make you moan. In doing doggy, how u bend and position properly determines the amount of enjoyment. Don't be a boring babe on the bed. Learn to scream and moan. It makes him feel in charge. Tell him where u want to feel pleasured. CLASS DISMISSED WITH I WISH I HAD A PARTNER IN CRIME!!!

30 January 2025

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Glancing at the clock, Kathleen felt the day rush by as she got ready. The closer it got to the meeting time, the faster her heart raced. She'd never done anything like this, and every moment leading up to it only intensified the thrill and apprehension. As she slipped on her clothes and tucked her belongings into a small bag, she practiced breathing exercises to calm her nerves. It was all so new, and she remembered Amber's words about embracing spontaneity, stepping outside her comfort zone. This was her chance to do just that. Finally, as the moment arrived, Kathleen grabbed her keys and the blindfold, her heart pounding louder than ever. She drove to the motel, her mind racing with anticipation and a flurry of what-ifs. The building stood modestly on the outskirts of town, its unassuming exterior offering an air of anonymity that made her feel a bit at ease. Parked, she closed her eyes for a moment, cantering herself before stepping out of the car. The soft thud of her heartbeat filled her. Kathleen stood at the door, her heart pounding in her chest as she reached for the handle. Was she really brave enough to do this—taking a chance and stepping into the unknown. With a deep breath, she turned the knob and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background. Walking around the motel room Kathleen couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. Her whole body tingled a mixture of nerves and excitement. She could not remember ever feeling this way before. Could she really go through with this could she let this man explore her body will she be comfortable being blindfolded and letting him do whatever he wanted. She looked at the door knowing that she could leave at any time but she also knew that she didn’t want to she wanted to be there she wanted to do this. As she waited anxiously like a little child on Christmas Eve, she all of a sudden heard the sound of the motorbike coming towards the car park. A chill went through her whole entire body, but this was not a chill that she had ever felt before. Goosebumps appeared on her arms and on her legs. Would they still be there when Mark walked in would he notice them on her all these questions started going through her mind would she be good enough for him would he be good enough for her would she enjoy this. There was truly only one way to find out. There was almost a deafening sound of the bike as it stopped close to the door. The man she wanted more than anything in the world right now was only a matter of feet away from her. She also knew what she had to do right now, she also knew what she wanted to do right now. Kathleen sat onto the corner of the bed from out of her pocket she pulled the blindfold out she took one last look around the room then put it on. Marc’s gravelly voice could be heard through the door “Are you ready.” “Yes” she replied “Yes what” “Yes sir” Kathleen replied Seconds later she hears the door open, and his heavy boots walk in pressing down on the carpet. She hears the footsteps walk around her she turns ahead towards the sound even though she can’t see him almost an instinctive movement. This happens for what seems like an eternity she knows he’s there can feel can smell him can hear him but she cannot see him. Then she feels it. His warm breath on her neck. He is so close to her but is still not touching her. Her whole body he earns just for that first touch the first connexion between him and her. But it still doesn’t come. Oh she can feel is the breath on her neck. Whatever reservations she had are now completely gone. She wants is for him to touch her and to touch him. Every part of her body felt like it was crying out to him yelling at him to do whatever he wanted. At this precise moment she knew she was his. A feeling of euphoria ran through her body. There was no doubt now. There would be no regret. Whatever reservations she harboured faded away in that moment. She craved his touch, craved the intimacy that hung between them like a charged current. Every inch of her being cried out for him, a silent plea urging him to take her, to give in to the shared desire that was simmering just beneath the surface. At that precise moment, she understood she was his. A euphoric rush enveloped her, washing over her like a warm tide. There was no doubt left, no room for regret. She was ready, wholly and completely. As sat in the dark, anticipation thrumming through her veins, she felt Marc finally shift closer, the air thick with tension. The warmth of his body enveloped her, and Kathleen took a deep breath, the intoxicating scent of him filling her senses. She revelled in the thrill of the unknown, aware that this moment would change everything. Marc’s hands, firm yet gentle, caressed her shoulders, sending shivers racing down her spine. His touch ignited sparks, each brush of his fingers awakening her body in ways she hadn’t expected. He explored her skin with deliberate slowness, his fingertips trailing softly across her collarbone, down her arms, as if memorizing every contour. “Trust me,” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. It wrapped around her like a warm blanket, instilling a sense of safety even in her vulnerability. She nodded, though he couldn’t see her, surrendering herself to the experience unfolding before her. With a gentle tug, he guided her to lie back on the bed, the soft sheets cool against her skin. Kathleen could feel the weight of his body shifting beside her, the anticipation and desire creating a charged atmosphere. He removed the blindfold just enough to allow her to peek, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of him hovering over her, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Do you want this?” he asked, “Yes,” she breathed, her heart pounding in her chest. With that word, he kissed her deeply, their lips colliding in a fusion of passion. It was a dance of hunger and exploration, his hands finding their way into her hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. Kathleen melted into him, every fibre of her being igniting with desire as she surrendered to the intoxicating taste of him. Marc’s hands wandered further, tracing the lines of her body, each touch igniting a fire within her. He explored every inch as though he were mapping uncharted territory, taking his time, eliciting soft gasps that filled the air. Kathleen could hardly contain herself, the desire building to an almost unbearable height. “Get ready,” he murmured, as he pulled away slightly, She could feel the throb of anticipation coursing through her, the promise of what was to come. With a confident yet careful touch, Marc bound her wrists with soft silk ties, ensuring she felt secure yet at his mercy. The sensation was thrilling, each knot expertly tied, heightening her vulnerability while amplifying her trust. Unlike Logan, Marc was an expert, and she felt utterly at his mercy, she was so turned on that she felt herself get so wet that her juices were leaking from her slit As he finished, he pulled back to admire her, the sight of her bound and at his whim making his pulse quicken. Marc can’t resist but gentle run his fingers over her perfect skin. A smile on his face as he notices a glint from her arousal “Hmm someone likes being tied up. I can’t wait to taste you...” “Then please do it Sir” Kathleen feels her hips arch up ready for him. Ready for whatever he wants. The tips of 2 fingers run up the edge of her wet clit. Her hips push forward trying to get them deep into her but to no avail. A moan of disappointment escapes her lips as the touch disappears. Then Kathleen hears it, at first, she is not sure what. “You taste so sweet” Marc’s voice fills her with the thrill of what the sound is as he is sucking her taste off his own fingers. “Remember,” he said, leaning closer, “you can always tell me to stop., what is your safe word,” The reassurance sent warmth flooding through her. She nodded, “Red for stop please and yellow for slow down.” fully aware that she wanted this, wanted him, wanted to explore the depths of passion together. As Marc began his exploration anew, he took his time, kissing a trail down her body, igniting fire with each deliberate touch. It was a symphony of sensations—a mix of pleasure and a hint of teasing restraint. He lingered at her most sensitive spots, worshipping her body, his touch both gentle and commanding. The world faded away, leaving only the two of them in a combination of sensations that danced between pleasure and tension. Kathleen gasped as he gave her exactly what she craved, his mouth and hands working seamlessly, each movement sending shivers of bliss spiralling through her. “Let go,” he urged softly, his voice a soothing balm against the waves of pleasure crashing over her. With each flick of his tongue, each tender squeeze, he was unravelling her in the best possible way until all that remained was the raw, unfiltered desire that pulsed between them. In that moment, she knew she was his completely, and she revelled in it. Nothing else mattered—only the intoxicating connection between them, filled with exploration and the sweet thrill of surrender. As the moments stretched on, their connection deepened. Marc’s whispers of reassurance and praise filled the spaces between their kisses and touches, each word more impactful than the last. With each passing second, Kathleen discovered a fervent freedom she hadn't known existed, driven by the undeniable chemistry between them. Each moment spent exploring this new territory brought with it revelations about herself and Marc. She realized that though the roles of control and surrender seemed defined, they were in fact fluid, and each of them supported the other in different ways throughout their experience. His fingertips skilfully explored her body, gliding over her skin as though he was memorizing every contour. The delicate touch sent ripples of electricity through her, awakening her senses and stirring a deep anticipation within her. As he moved, his exploration was unhurried, thoughtful, allowing Kathleen to relax and immerse herself fully in the experience. He explored further, his hands charting a course along her sides and across her stomach. Kathleen's breath hitched with each tender touch, a soft sigh escaping as she let herself be swept away in the intimate journey they were sharing. She felt cherished and beautiful under his attentive care. Together, they formed a rhythm, a language of touch and sensation that connected them in ways beyond the physical. It was a moment of mutual discovery, where vulnerability met respect, and desire met tenderness—a dance that echoed the deep, unspoken connection they had nurtured together. As continued to explore her body with soft, gentle touches, Kathleen felt the fire within her growing stronger. The sensations he was evoking were incredible, but there was a deeper hunger stirring inside her—a desire for something more intense, more raw. “Marc,” she breathed, her voice slightly shaky yet filled with determination. “I want you to be rougher with me.” The words surprised her, and she could feel a rush of adrenaline at her own boldness. He paused, looking down at her with a mixture of surprise and intrigue. “Are you sure?” he asked, his tone still low and cautious, his eyes searching hers for confirmation. “Yes,” she replied firmly, wishing she could see his face. “I want to feel everything. I want you to take control.” A slow, seductive smile spread across his face as he grasped the intensity of her request. “Alright, then,” he said, his voice taking on a deeper, more commanding tone. “Just remember your safe words” With that, Marc’s demeaner shifted, becoming more purposeful and assertive. He leaned down, kissing her passionately, his lips pressing against hers with a fierceness that sent shivers down her spine. His hands moved more decisively, gripping her thighs and pulling her closer to him as he deepened the kiss. Kathleen could feel the shift in energy, and it ignited a thrill within her. Every touch became charged with intensity as he explored her body with a new urgency. He was attentive to her reactions, gauging her responses as he increased the pressure, allowing her to revel in the exciting balance of pleasure and a hint of controlled dominance. Marc's hands wandered roughly yet skilfully, stimulating her skin with a mix of firm grips and teasing caresses and playful bites. Kathleen gasped as he continued, feeling exhilarated by the change in pace. She wanted to embrace this newfound power dynamic, eager to allow herself to be completely vulnerable while trusting him to guide them both through this journey. Mark's hands and mouth roamed boldly over Kathleen's body, his touch no longer gentle but demanding. He gripped her hips firmly, pulling her against him as his mouth claimed hers in a fierce kiss. Kathleen gasped, electricity surging through her at his newfound intensity. His lips moved to her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Kathleen arched into him, craving more. Mark's hand tangled in her hair, tugging just enough to expose more of her throat to his hungry mouth. Kathleen could feel her juices running down her legs and vaguely heard herself making strange mewling sounds. "Is this what you wanted?" he growled against her skin. "Yes," Kathleen breathed. "Please, don't stop." Marc stops, “Please don’t stop what?” Please don’t stop sir? That is your third reminder, next time there will be a punishment. Kathleen moaned her response, so Marc quickly flips her over and smacks her bottom, leaving behind a pink handprint. “What was that?” Marc asked. “Yes sir” Kathleen breathlessly responded, surprised she is able to put the two words together. Marc's hands return to exploring her body roughly, kneading and grasping as Kathleen writhed beneath him. He pinned her shoulders, his other hand tracing teasing patterns down. Marc's intensity grew as he responded to Kathleen's request. His hands gripped her more firmly, fingers digging into her flesh with a delicious pressure. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue exploring her mouth with newfound urgency. Kathleen felt herself melting into his touch, her body responding eagerly to his rougher ministrations. His lips moved to her neck, teeth grazing her sensitive skin. He sucked hard enough to leave marks, branding her as his. Kathleen gasped, tilting her head to give him better access. The slight pain mixed with pleasure sent shivers down her spine. Marc's hands squeezed her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened under his touch. His mouth followed, teeth gently nipping before his tongue soothed the sting. Kathleen arched into him feeling her body responding eagerly to Marc's ministrations, her skin tingling with each touch. As he moved lower, trailing hot kisses down her chest and stomach, Kathleen could feel her arousal building even further. Her breath caught in her throat as he reached between her legs, fingers seeking out the source of her desire. Marc's touch was firm and deliberate, his fingers gliding over her wetness with a practised ease. Kathleen couldn't help but moan at the sensation, arching into his touch as he teased and circled her sensitive nub. "Please," she whimpered, unable to hold back any longer. Marc flipped her over again, this time delivering two smacks to her already pink backside before turning her back over, “Please what?” he said. “Please sir”, Kathleen breathlessly responded. “Keep this up and your poor backside will be very sore before you leave,” said Marc and he saw the increase flow of Kathleen’s juices seeping out of her pussy, “Hmm, someone likes the idea of a spanking, we will have to revisit that.” Marc looked up at her with a wicked smile before lowering his mouth to her core. His tongue flicked over her clit in quick succession, sending pleasure shooting through Kathleen's body She cried out as he continued his assault on her senses, his fingers joining in to add another layer of stimulation. The tension inside of her built rapidly until she was teetering on the edge of release. With one final sweep of his tongue and a firm press of his fingers against that perfect spot inside of her, Marc sent Kathleen tumbling over the edge into blissful pleasure. For the first time Kathleen understood the frustration of the restraints. Her hands trying to find anything to grab, to free themselves and did her nails into his shin. The whole ordeal frustrated and excited her. Screaming Marc’s name as waves of ecstasy washed over her, surrendering completely to the sensations Marc was evoking. After a few moments of basking in the afterglow, Kathleen had never felt anything so overpowering. Marc's lips crashed against Kathleen's once again, gently caressing and probing. Suddenly Kathleen could felt him pressing against her entrance, his hardness pushing and forcing her open. Her legs gripped around him as his cock took what he wanted. Their kiss interrupted by her moans of pleasure. The feeling of fullness and connection sending shivers down Kathleen's spine. Marc began to move slowly at first, giving them both time to adjust and savour the moment. Their pace quickened as their bodies moved in unison, seeking out the ultimate pleasure that only each other could provide. The sounds of their moans and skin slapping together filled the room, igniting a fire within them that burned hotter with each passing moment. Kathleen could feel herself building towards another peak, her body responding eagerly to Marc's skilled touch. With each thrust, Marc seemed to hit that perfect spot inside of her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. And just when she thought she couldn't take it any longer, he shifted his angle slightly and sent her tumbling over once again. Kathleen cried out as she reached her second climax, her body shuddering with intense pleasure. Marc continued to move inside of her until he too reached his own release, their bodies collapsing onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. After a few moments of catching their breath, Marc rolled off Kathleen, untied her wrists and removed the blindfold, pulling her into his arms. They lay there in silence for a while, basking in the post-coital glow and enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies. Finally, Kathleen broke the silence with a content sigh. "That was amazing," she said, snuggling closer to Marc. He chuckled softly and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "You're amazing," he replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Kathleen felt her heart swell at his words, grateful for the connection they shared. She had never felt this level of intense passion and intimacy with anyone before, and it both scared and excited her. Eventually, when their breathing had returned to normal and their heartbeats had slowed down, Mark turned towards Kathleen with a content smile on his face “I never want this night to end," he whispered as he pressed a soft kiss against her forehead. Kathleen smiled back at him before snuggling into his chest. She knew she should be worried about what would happen next between them or what it all meant for their friendship, but for now, she just wanted to enjoy this moment with him. They spent the rest of the night entwined together under the covers, exploring each other's bodies and basking in the pleasure they brought each other until they both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

29 January 2025

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“You look like you’re ready to be fucked.” I was camping in a remote spot by the river, on my own. It was hot. Very hot. So to keep cool I kept jumping in and out of the river. Skinny dipping. Well, there was nobody around and it was far too hot to wear clothes I was bending over reaching for something in the back of my car, my arse on full display, when I heard a car pull up behind me, and the car door open. I turned around. Still naked. A tall man got out and looked me up and down. I returned the favour. He had the most amazing head of hair I’ve seen since David Tennant was the Doctor! “You look like you’re ready to be fucked.” he said “I’m always ready to be fucked.” I replied “By the right person.” “And who’s the right person?” “Somebody who can go down on me and make me cum for 10 minutes straight. Until I beg for their cock.” “I can always try.” he said “But first, I think you need to go down on me. If you’re very good, then I’ll see what I can do to make sure you scream for more.” What could I do? I was naked, and there was nobody else around. I knelt in front of him and pulled down his shorts. His cock was big and hard, and demanding my attention. I caressed his cock and squeezed his balls. He moaned. Gently I circled his cock with my tongue, then licked around the head. I ran my tongue along the shaft, until I got to his balls. I licked them greedily then took them in my mouth. He moaned some more and twined his fingers through my hair. I looked up at him. He was watching me work my tongue on his cock. “Take it in your mouth. I want to watch you suck it.” I obliged. I took his cock in my mouth, all the way. He moaned again. I started moving my mouth up and down the shaft, while my tongue wandered all around. I sucked greedily, like I couldn’t get enough of his cock. “You’re such a good cocksucker.” he moaned “I think it’s time I reciprocated, before I spurt my cum all over you.” I lay down and spread my legs. He knelt between them and put his tongue on my clit. I almost came then and there, but I held off. He ran his tongue around my swollen clit, and sucked it into his mouth. I couldn’t help it. I started cumming. “Please fuck me” “Ten minutes you said. We’re nowhere near that yet.” He kept licking and sucking my clit, and I kept cumming. I grabbed his hair “Please, please. I need your cock” But he kept licking, and I kept cumming. Then he put a finger in my arse and one in my cunt. I almost screamed. He was fingering my arse and my cunt while he kept licking and sucking on my clit. The pleasure was almost unbearable. I squirted over his hand and his mouth. “Please, please, fuck me. I need to be fucked. I need your cock in my cunt.” He finally relented and moved up my body. I could see his hard cock standing at attention. He put it against my cunt and thrusted. I was so wet it went straight in, deep. I screamed as my orgasm exploded. He obviously felt the same. It only took a couple of thrusts before he pulled out and shot his cum over my stomach and my tits. It was hot, and plentiful. He stood up and pulled me up with him. “I think we both need a swim after that.” he said “Then we can find somewhere a bit more comfortable and I’ll fuck you again. And again.” I shivered. I couldn’t wait.

29 January 2025

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