I was in college and had met a girl on tinder. We talked for a couple weeks or so and ended up meeting out at a bar one night (both of us 21). Her dorm roommate was there as well. We got some drinks, played some pool, had an overall good time. Things started to wind down and the girl I was with (Hannah) and I were going to walk back to her dorm room. Her roommate said she was gonna go by another friend’s apartment for a while.

We get back to her dorm room and we’re laying on her bed watching a movie. It’s a standard small dorm room with her bed on one side of the room and her roommates bed on the other side. After some of the movie, bodies get closer, hands start wondering, and clothes start hitting the floor. After some foreplay we begin having sex. First in missionary, then to doggy. I’m not sure if it was the sound of the movie, our buzzed state, or just locked in the moment of sex, but neither of us heard the door open.

Sarah - “Oh shit I’m so sorry”

She was already a step or two into the door so she just shut it behind her instead of leaving while putting her hands over her eyes. I pulled out and covered myself with a blanket. Hannah just laid down to her stomach without covering herself and started laughing.

Hannah- “I thought you were going over to the apartment”

Sarah- “I did but they were all about to go out again and my phone is dead so I was just gonna come back here” She had uncovered her eyes at this point walking to her side of the room. “let me just grab a charger and my laptop and I’ll leave”

Hannah- “Sarah, he has vitiligo. It looks fucking cool. You should see it”

As Sarah is reaching behind the bed to unplug her charger she says “what’s that?” Hannah then pulls the blanket off of me as Sarah is climbing back over her bed. I attempt to cover myself with my hands.

Sarah- “Hannah what the fuck?” And turns back around laughing

Hannah- “just look at it, it’s so cool.” She looks at me and says “do you care if she sees?” I say “I mean, I guess not” she says “see? Just come look”

Sarah turns around and walks closer to the bed we’re both just sitting on complete naked and uncovered at this point. I take my hands off uncovering my semi hard dick at this point.

Sarah- “oh shit that does actually look sick I’ve never seen that before”

Hannah- “isn’t it fucking cool?” As she grabs my dick and half flopping it around to show all of the vitiligo, half stroking me. Sarah continues to look for a few seconds and says “well I’ll let y’all get back to it.” She grabs her laptop off the desk and walks towards the door while Hannah continues to openly stroke me while I’m getting back fully hard. “Let me know when you’re done” she says as she walks out the door with a glance back toward us.

We get back to it and finish up business as usual but now with the thought of Sarah joining instead of leaving in my head.

Hey, all. So, I'm not the best writer in the world, but I wanted to share this experience and hopefully do it justice, as it's one of the highlights of my life. And yes, I wrote every word myself...

She messaged me out of the blue: "hey, remember me? i'm visiting [your city] and I wondered if you wanted to have dinner and catch up?"

The texter in question was the daughter of a woman I dated years ago — she was a teenager then, and 21 now. I always got along well with her, and her mother and I had parted on good terms, so I told her I was happy to meet up with her.

The date arrives. I get to the restaurant early and take a seat at the bar. A few minutes later, she enters, and I nearly spit out my water. The gangly, awkward girl I knew has turned into an utter bombshell — slender and fit but stacked, with piercing blue eyes and a gorgeous face. The whole package is wrapped up in a silver dress that hugs her now-very adult body. She lights up when she sees me, bounces over and gives me a big, tight hug. I'm a tall man, and I have no doubt she feels my body's instinctive response pressing against her belly.

We sit down at our table and begin chatting. She shows me her engagement ring and tells me about her fiancé. I'm happy for her! And I update her on my life. The conversation flows naturally, along with the bottle of wine I've ordered for us.

As we dine the conversation gets both deeper and more playful. At one point she begins what sounded like a confession, and then stops, blushing. I encourage her to go on.

"Well, okay... it's just that, I don't think you ever knew this. But my room was next to my mom's bedroom, remember? And whenever you were over, I used to put my ear against the wall and listen to... well, you know..."

It's my turn to blush. That seems to embolden her.

"I didn't just listen, either. I... um... I got off to it."

"Really?"

"Yes, it was actually a really formative experience for me. I remember it so vividly. The noises my mother made, how loud they were. And how relaxed and cheerful she always was the next morning. Blissful, even. All these years, you've still been on my mind."

I don't know what to say to that. But what she says next surprises me.

"In fact, I've always imagined you as the ideal man to give me a child."

I laugh. "I'm sure your fiancé..."

"Oh, he's wonderful. I'm sure he'll be great at raising a child... but I was hoping to ask if you would, you know... donate? Donate your seed."

I ask if she is serious.

"Completely serious. That's why I'm here. It's not actually a work trip."

I take this in. I feel I should think on it, but I know right away I'll do it.

"When would you like to do it?"

"Tonight, if you're willing. I'm ovulating right now. And I'm here all weekend."

I pay the check and walk her out to my car, my hand on the small of her back. She's holding my arm.

Once we get to my place things, she sits on the couch while I make us drinks. Then I sit down next to her, and the tension breaks as we begin kissing. Before long, we're in my bedroom and I'm unwrapping her incredible body. She's 21 and flawless: smooth legs ending in a firm round ass, narrow waist, and proud, full breasts. Down below, a small, tidy triangle of hair frames her plump lips.

I take in this vision of fertility, and then I probe her gently with my fingers while she looks up at me, breathing heavily. My finger enters her and she whimpers. She's soaking wet. I nod, and then I grasp her waist with both hands and turn her over onto her hands and knees. She arches her back and thrusts her pussy towards me. Between her plump lips she's glistening. She's ready.

I press the head of my cock against her swollen pussy and gently push. I'm large, so this is going to be a tight fit. I slowly work the head of my cock against her until it suddenly pops inside her. She moans and squirms against my cock.

I tell her she's about to know how her mother felt. And then I slide the length of my cock in slowly. The feeling is heavenly. She lets out a moan and I begin pumping my cock in and out of her, slowly at first, and then picking up speed. I have strong ejaculatory control and can last a good while, but before long she begins quivering and trembling and I can feel she's cumming. So I increase my pace for a few pumps and then push my cock head right up against her back wall and release, spraying my seed against her cervix. I hold her tight, pulsing and filling her up with my cum. She's still gasping and moaning.

Once I've finished unloading my seed into her I stay deep inside her, sealing her up so nothing leaks out. We stay like this for a while, me pressed against her, listening to each other breathe. Finally, I pull out. She rolls against me, lays her head on my chest, lays her hand possessively on my cock, and falls asleep.

It was an incredible feeling. We fucked many more times that weekend, with a good deal of variety but with every load of cum ending up in her pussy. At the end of her stay my apartment smelled like sex. But I have a feeling the first time did the job.

She returned home, and a week and half later she texted me a photo of a positive pregnancy test. We've stayed in touch since.

I was even invited to her wedding. I had dinner with her mother, who knows and approves. And then I watched her walk down the aisle eight months pregnant with my child. She looked gorgeous, and her dress had a cutout around the navel framing her tender, swollen belly holding my growing child. She paused to let guests put their hands on her belly; she smiled and held my gaze as when it was my turn. After the ceremony she surreptitiously pulled me into her dressing room for a private moment.

Nowadays, she sends me regular photos of the baby I put inside her. He's healthy and strong, and he has my eyes. She's already asked me if I'll give her a second...

I said yes, of course.

i love being used.

in high school and college i hated the attention i got from men, i got nervous when they looked at me like i was food. could practically hear them salivating whenever i wore anything remotely flattering. friends, classmates, professors, strangers. all of them were secretly thinking of how to fuck me.

now that i graduated i can't get enough of it. i love walking into a room and feeling their eyes on me. knowing every guy wants to take me home as their trophy tonight. that they would carry me out slung over their shoulder like a hunting trophy.

i get to select which one i want.

i get wet when i see the look in his eyes. like i'm food. i love that he doesn't even try to hide staring at my tits. i want him looking.

when he comes over to flirt with me i know exactly how to play with him. moving in close so he can smell my scent. pressing my tits against his arm. grinding my ass against his dick. i can feel him getting excited. moving his hands up and down my skin. he only gets these things if he's good. i control him, like giving treats to a dog. i could make him get on the ground and roll over.

i feel powerful when i grab his hand and move it between my legs. letting him feel me, slick, willing, like an animal in heat.

i've been with girls. i love the feeling of their pleasure gushing out into my hand. but when a man wants me it's unmistakable. his animal instinct takes over. he wants to mate with me.

his breath gets short, and hot. his hands reach for handfuls of me like a stress toy. and when he grinds his boner against my thigh i whisper to him that he can have me. i feel his heart rate explode.

we go back to my place. wrapped around my little finger the entire ride back. he's getting nervous now. he doesn't want to screw up now.

i love being his prize for tonight. his reward is he gets to use me. i like being treated like i'm a sex object.

when i take off my clothes he's done. he's all mine. he looks like he can't believe he gets to fuck me.

i'm wearing a slinky little lingerie outfit with lace stockings. walking around in that, he was looking at me like i was prey. when i strip for him i'm not prey. i'm the hunter. my garter belt is my suit of armor.

he wants to be inside me. i love when he groans when he first slides it in. i moan too.

i love being the thing he gets to fuck his lust out into. all night i've been winding him like a spring and now he worships me for rewarding him.

the first time i did it i was still nervous. he didn't care. he held me against the wall and pounded me like i was a piece of meat. my legs wrapped around him and crossed behind his back. he said i was a good girl, i think. it was hard to hear over the musical plap plap plap plap sounds. then he ran his fingers through my hair like silk, pulled my head back and took my mouth into his.

i felt like i was being harvested. i felt like he was taking my body and extracting all the pleasure he wanted from me. i had no choice in the matter. i loved it.

sometimes they want to mount me from behind. i let him because i feel like a cock sleeve. but i can't cum like this. except one time.

a guy picked me up and held me by the waist. his hands could wrap around my belly. he held me in the air and rutted into me from behind while my feet didnt even touch the floor. he fucked me like i was a fleshlight. i nearly passed out when i came.

i'm not a slut, but i cum like a slut being used. when he's folded my knees to my ears and pressing me into the bed, i moan like a dumb bitch who's addicted to dick. i want him to cum. i want to make him cum.

i am addicted to creampies. every time i tell myself i wont this time, i've forgotten when hes got his mouth on my tits, swirling his tongue around my nipples, playing with the hardened nubs between his lips. i'm like an alcoholic swimming in a pool of whiskey.

i tell him to take the condom off, i want to feel him finish inside me. if he's been good, he gets to breed me. mate with me.

i'm certain the most satisfying feeling in the world is a thick, sticky, full load squishing out of me. the only thing better is cumming when he cums. finishing him off when my pussy clenches hard, once, twice, three four five six times. squeezing him like a milkmaid. clenching my muscles and pulling him deeper into me, legs shaking and body quivering around him.

delirious, destroyed, drenched. he thinks i let him use my body, but i'm the one who drained him for everything he had.

i lay there thinking if only every girl knew this feeling, could get fucked like me, cummed like me...

i'm still panting before i ask him if he wants another turn with me before he leaves.

I probably shouldn't be writing this because I'm still kind of flustered about it and I keep getting distracted trying to figure out how to say things without sounding like. I don't know. Without sounding like I'm bragging because I'm not bragging. I'm confused and turned on and a little proud of myself and none of those things go together very well.

Okay so.

There's this guy Beckett who's in my friend group sort of tangentially. He's Dani's coworker's friend or something. The connection is loose. We've been at the same college parties maybe four times. He's tall, dark hair, quiet. He has confidence though. Being the shy girl that I am, confidence really makes all the difference for me.

Dani caught me looking at him at a thing last month and did that face she does. The "oh I see" face. I told her to shut up and she said "I didn't say anything" in the most annoying way possible and then she said "He's single" and I said "I don't care" which was obviously a lie.

Last weekend I was at a party and he was there and Dani conveniently disappeared, which I know she did on purpose because she texted me an hour later with just a winky face, and Beckett and I ended up on a couch in a back room where people had been playing cards earlier.

We talked for a while. He's funny when he talks. Dry and sarcastic. He said something about the music being bad and I said "everything about this party is bad" and he said "not everything" and looked at me and my stomach did a little twirl. So embarrassing how easy I am.

We kissed. He started it. His hand went to the side of my face and he pulled me toward him gently and his lips were soft and the kiss was slow and careful and my whole body went warm.

It escalated. His hand went to my thigh and then higher and I put my hand on his chest and I could feel his heartbeat and it was fast which made me feel better because mine was going insane.

"Can we go somewhere?" I asked.

"My car?" he asked. I just nodded in agreement.

We went to his car in the driveway. The back seat. It was dark and the windows were tinted and the party noise was muffled from inside.

More kissing. He pulled me into his lap and I could feel him through his jeans. And. He was.

"I'm a virgin" I just blurted it out. I could tell that this was progressing and I needed to tell him so that he knew he couldn't just stick it in me before I could stop him.

"Oh. So you want to stop?" he asked me.

I told him that we didn't have to stop. Just that we couldn't go all the way. If you guys have been reading my stories that I post on here you already know that I am fine with most stuff. I am just saving my virginity for the one. I know some of you might think that is lame, but I am set on it. My boundaries are my boundaries.

We kept going.

He was big. I could feel it through the denim. Hard and pressing against me and I shifted on his lap and the size of what I was feeling made my breath catch.

"Is that" I started.

"Yeah" he said. Like he knew what I was going to say.

"Can I see it?"

He undid his jeans. I climbed off his lap and he pulled himself out and I looked and my mouth actually fell open which is so cliche I want to die but it genuinely happened.

He was thick. Really thick. And long. I wrapped my hand around him and my fingers barely closed and I felt this rush of something that was half nervousness and half pure fascination. I honestly don't think this guy could even take my virginity if he tried. I'm a small girl. Petite. And I am super tight. I on god swear that I don't think it would be possible to fit him inside me, even if I let him. My other hand went to his thigh and I just held him for a minute, feeling the weight and the heat of it.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I'm great. I'm. Wow."

He laughed softly. "You don't have to do anything."

"I want to try this." I told him.

I leaned down and put my mouth on him. The stretch of my lips around him was. A lot. I went slow. I could only take so much and I used my hand on the rest and I could feel him twitching in my mouth and his hand went into my hair, not pushing, just resting.

I found a rhythm. My mouth and my hand working together and his breathing getting heavier and his hips shifting just barely. He was being so careful. So still. Letting me set the pace completely and that made me want to try harder.

I took more of him. My jaw ached and my eyes watered and I didn't care because every sound he made hit me somewhere deep and my whole body was flushed and I could feel how wet I was getting which is information I probably should keep to myself but here we are.

"You feel incredible" he said. Quiet. Almost reverent.

I kept going. I pulled back and licked him from base to tip and he shuddered and I felt powerful with such a big cock in my mouth . Me. Feeling powerful with a cock in my mouth in the back seat of someone's car at a house party. Life is strange.

"I'm close" he said. "If you want to stop."

I didn't stop. I took him as deep as I could and my hand moved faster and he came. I felt the first pulse in my mouth, hot and sudden, and I swallowed and kept going and he made this sound that was barely a sound, more like all the air leaving his body at once, and his hand tightened in my hair and I swallowed again and again until he was done.

I swallowed as much as I could. Really. But it was a lot. Not gonna lie we made a pretty big mess and there was cum on his pants and on his backseat. Thankfully he didn't seem to mind it or be mad about it.

I sat up. Wiped my mouth. My jaw was sore and my hair was a mess and I was proud and embarrassed in equal measure which is basically my permanent state at this point.

He looked at me like I was something he hadn't expected.

"That was" he started.

"I know."

We sat in his car for another twenty minutes not talking much. He had his arm around me and I had my head on his shoulder and I was thinking about the weight of him in my mouth and the sounds he made and how I did that. Me. The girl who couldn't even buy a vibrator without having a crisis about it.

Dani picked me up later. In the car she looked at me and said "your mascara is smudged" and I said "don't" and she said "I'm just saying" and I said "DANI" and she laughed the entire way home.

I went to bed and lay there thinking about the stretch and the weight and how my jaw still ached and I touched myself thinking about all of it and I came fast and hard and lay there afterward wondering when exactly I became this person. I used to be such a goody two shoes type of girl you have no idea. Now I put gigantic cocks in my mouth and swallow cum in the backseat of guys I just mets cars.

I'm not complaining. I'm just. Surprised. At myself. Constantly.

I wrote a post a little while ago about my very sex positive group of roommates that I lived with in college. You can go read that for the full background, but during that story I mentioned briefly about how I’d often hear one of my housemates Claire through our shared wall. I thought it’d be fun to share another little short story from one of those times - hope you enjoy :)

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Claire never seriously dated while we lived together, but she had plenty of guys orbiting around her. She was stunning, the picture perfect representation of a California blonde. Average height and slender with beautiful breasts and a toned butt, gold adorned ears, an infectious grin, ugh, she was (and still is) just so fucking pretty. She knew how to dress too, always the perfect blend of cute and sexy and feminine and hot … I definitely had a girl crush on her at the time.

Like I mentioned, we shared a wall on the second floor of our three story house. We were at one end of the hallway when you came up the stairs, a bathroom just outside both our doors that we shared between the two of us. It was a cheap college house, the construction clearly having cut some corners, but at the time it didn’t matter to us at all. A side effect though was that the walls were seemingly paper thin, very little insulation to drown out the noise between our rooms … I think you can see where I’m going.

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This particular story took place the night of our pre spring-break party, everyone in a very carefree and excited mood given the pending break from classes. We had invited everyone we knew and left it open to plus ones, so it turned into a little bit of a rager. The latest guy Claire had wrapped around her finger was Adam, the stereotypical tall, handsome, and lovingly dumb blonde surfer-fuck boy. There was something about Adam though that was infectious, clearly well intentioned and kind, by far my favorite of the guys in her orbit that year. 

I had the sense that he wanted to be more serious with Claire, but from our conversations I knew she saw him just as a fun hookup, not that he was going to complain. Anyways, the night of the party I also invited Ryan, a guy I had been casually dating and sleeping with for a few months. Ryan was cute, a little bit of a punk, a little too passive and non-commital for my liking, but equally kind and sweet with a little bit of an edge to him. Ryan also absolutely loved to eat me out … I sometimes still think about the way he would worship me between my thighs until I had to pull him off of me.

The party was an absolute blast, towing the line of getting out of hand, but staying just in control. Everyone was drunk, drinking games going on left and right, tons of socializing and laughing, just one of those nights that was a blur of happiness. I remember Claire wearing an incredibly hot outfit, a miniskirt and a lacey long sleeve top that had just enough mesh to show she wasn’t wearing a bra while also not revealing any details … ugh she looked so hot.

Throughout the night I kept catching Ryan staring at her. Not that I wasn’t also looking, but catching his attention drift towards her made my competitive side kick in. At one point while Claire was locked into a game of beer pong, I noticed Adam head upstairs, likely to the bathroom since there was a wait downstairs and we typically told most people to stay on the first floor. About 30 seconds after I saw him leave I followed him upstairs, not really sure what my plan was, jealousy leading the way.

I was wearing a short red strapless dress that night, and when I got to the top of the stairs I reached behind me and unzipped it a little. I was a little surprised at my own actions, but was just tipsy enough to let my horny brain take over. I timed it perfectly, bumping into him in the hallway just as he stepped out of the bathroom and playfully putting my hands up against his chest to steady himself.

We both laughed as my hands lingered on his chest for just a moment too long, and as I pulled away I asked him to help me zip up my dress, playing dumb and saying I wasn’t sure how it came down. When I turned my back to him I took a step back, letting my ass graze against his waist. He didn’t pull away, and zipped up the dress agonizingly slowly, his fingertips sending little shivers down my spine. I turned to face him and thanked him, then slipped past into the bathroom to pee … god my panties were soaked.

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An hour or so later as the party was winding down, I was still absolutely buzzing with arousal. I had spent the last thirty minutes dancing with Ryan on our makeshift dancefloor, grinding against him and loving the sensation of his hands pulling me into him. There were only maybe 15 people remaining in the house when Ryan and I went out to the porch to share a joint, and I sat down sideways in his lap, my arms draped around his neck as he pulled out his lighter.

He took a few puffs and passed it to me, his hands dropping down to my waist as I inhaled and breathed out, watching the cloud of smoke rise into the night. After a few more passes his hands started to wander up my inner thigh, my legs reflexively spreading for him. I leaned in and kissed him, quickly getting lost in his lips as the joint smoldered next to us on the ashtray. God it felt so good, a little (or a lot) tipsy, a nice high, his rough hands on my thighs and his warm lips …

Just as his hands started to drift higher and brush against my panties, the front door opened as a few more people left, our steamy makeout drawing a couple of cheers. We both laughed and I stood up from his lap, ashing out the joint and pulling him up with me. I remember the dim overhead lighting on the porch really highlighting the tent in Ryan’s pants as we stumbled in through the front door, making our final bits of small talk with the remaining partygoers as I pulled him needily towards the stairs.

When I turned to walk up the stairs, I made eye contact with Adam in the kitchen, taking a slow sip of his beer as Claire obliviously talked to our other housemate Brooke beside him. I flashed him a little grin as I trailed behind Ryan, then headed up to my room. 

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As soon as we were in my room it was back on, Ryan aggressively spinning me around and pressing my back to the door as it closed. My tongue was immediately in his mouth as his hands found their way under my dress, my panties quickly getting yanked down my thighs and falling to the floor. I stepped out of them as he pulled me towards the edge of my bed, growling in my ear how he couldn’t wait any longer to taste me.

With my dress still on, I propped myself up on a pile of pillows and parted my legs as he dropped to the floor at the edge of the bed, grabbing my thighs and pulling me into him. I let out a laugh as I slid towards him, and just when his tongue parted my lips I heard giggling and voices in the hallway followed by the sound of Claire’s door shutting.

Even though Ryan was starting to eat me out, my attention fixated on the sounds from the wall behind my head, initially laughter followed by distinctive kissing noises. A few low groans and sighs joined in the mix, and my mind flashed through images of Claire and Adam making out aggressively. 

Ryan’s tongue flicking across my clit brought me back to the present, my hands finding his hair and pulling his face harder against my pussy, shockwaves of pleasure starting to ripple through me. God he was so good at eating me out … I wonder how he’s doing now.

I heard another moan through the wall, unsure what to make of it. The competitive and slightly jealous feeling came back in full force though, and I almost reflexively moaned out just as loud. Ryan was doing a fantastic job between my thighs, but over the next couple minutes I definitely played it up a little, over exaggerating my moans a tiny bit, adding a little volume and a few extra words of encouragement.

Ryan seemed oblivious, my thighs likely muffling him. Soon I heard a distinctive low groan from nextdoor, Adam clearly saying “Fuck Claire”, followed by a gagging and slurping sound. Ugh the thought of Adam laid out on the bed, beautiful Claire between his thighs, his cock down her throat … my thighs clamped down harder around Ryan. 

I wondered if Adam was thinking about me … if Claire was extra turned on hearing me moan … I wondered what Adam’s cock was like … I thought about how much better I could make him feel …

With my fantasies growing a little competitive and borderline sadistic, the pleasure within me started to build rapidly. Ryan’s fingers sliding into me sent me over the edge and pulled me back into the moment, my body convulsing when he pressed them up into my G-spot, my low back arching off the bed as I came hard. 

My orgasm was intense, the weed prolonging it as I pulled his hair and ground into his face, my wetness coating him from his nose to his chin. I knew he loved it though, and could feel the slight vibration as he moaned into me. I lost control of myself a little bit, no longer having to play up the noises I was making, undoubtedly giving Adam and Claire quite the show.

Once my orgasm subsided Ryan crawled up and kissed me deeply, that wild eyed look he would get after making me cum so cute and fiery. I spun him around onto his back and straddled him, ripping off his shirt and pulling his pants down as fast as possible. As soon as his cock was free I kissed him again deeply, then grabbed his shaft and lined up his tip between my thighs. As I positioned myself he frantically unzipped and pulled my dress off, tossing it to the floor.

I could feel my pussy throbbing and needed him inside me ASAP, wasting no more time as I slipped him inside me as soon as we were both naked. I shuddered as he penetrated me, sinking down until our pelvic bones met. I took a breath and tried to calm myself, sensing my horny brain trying to take over again, but as soon as his hands gripped my hips and pulled me up slightly I knew I was going to lose that battle.

He started steadily fucking me from below, using his hands to maneuver me on top of him. God it felt so good. I collapsed on top of him, dropping my head besides his as he gripped my ass. I started bouncing a little in rhythm with his thrusts, our bodies slapping together and making a distinctive noise. The sensation of his cock bottoming out in me was making me let out low guttural moans, and somehow I was able to groan out that I needed him to be rougher while desperately kissing his neck.

He slapped my ass causing me to cry out, and when I begged for him to do it again he didn’t hold back, giving me a few successive spanks, my moans growing louder and louder. I hadn’t noticed any noises through the wall in a couple minutes, but was also fully lost in my own pleasure. Soon I heard Claire start to moan and a repetitive thumping sound that wasn’t matching with the pace of Ryan’s thrusts.

God it was so hot, my brain was torn between the pain and pleasure of what Ryan was doing to me, and the mental fantasy of envisioning Claire and Adam on the other side of the wall. I was picturing Claire right beside me, both guys on their backs, both of us riding them side by side, competing to see who could get their guy off first … her moans were growing louder, and as my fantasies got stronger and stronger a second orgasm ripped through me suddenly.

It came on quick, Ryan’s cock hitting just the right spot deep inside me, a deep, sharp orgasm firing up my spine. I arched my back and leaned up, Ryan’s head following, his lips latching onto one of my nipples causing me to cry out in pleasure.

My legs started to go numb as my second orgasm subsided, and I was able to roll off of him wordlessly. He was pretty in tune with my body and routines by this point and understood what I needed, quickly positioning himself behind me as I dropped onto all fours and propped my ass up for him.

He gave me another hard spank as he positioned his cock against my opening, letting it rest with just his tip inside me while he spanked me again. I groaned out, loudly begging him to fuck me, telling him how badly I needed his cock. As soon as I said that I could hear Adam groan from the other room, followed by a loud smack … I wondered if he had heard me, taking out his desire on Claire … ugh I wish I could have seen.

Finally Ryan gripped my hair and slid into me, using my ponytail as a handle to steady himself as he began thrusting into me from behind. The next few minutes were a blur … my moans, Claire's moans, slapping sounds, god just remembering it is turning me on so much. I never asked what Ryan was thinking, but I’m sure he had to sense what was going on too.

It didn’t take long for orgasm number three to make an appearance, the pain and pleasure blending together as he took me roughly from behind, alternating between spanking me and reaching around to rub my clit or play with my nipples. I groaned out for him not to stop, and he responded saying he was getting close. I begged him to not cum yet, telling him how close I was getting, begging him to keep fucking me just like that.

He soldiered on and delivered my third orgasm of the night, my pussy clamping down around him as he gripped my neck from behind and pressed me down into the bed, forcing me into more of a prone bone position as he bottomed out inside me and held me down with all his weight … ugh it was so hot. It wasn’t the longest or most intense orgasm, but it was the perfect deep sensation to cap it all off.

The noises from the other room had died down by this point, lost in my own orgasm to notice if there was a grand finale that I missed. As soon as I recovered I slipped out from under him and dropped to my knees, pulling him to a seat at the edge of the bed. Just before I took him into my mouth I asked him to moan for me, telling him I wanted to hear him beg to cum.

He let out a beautiful breathy moan as I took his cock between my lips, slipping my tongue in little circles around his tip. His precum mixed with my own wetness was such a treat, and even though I was tired and wobbly from so much pleasure and pain, I gave it my all and started taking him deeper and deeper while playing with his balls and the base of his cock with my hands.

He started naturally talking dirty, telling me how good my lips felt wrapped around his cock, loudly saying how good my mouth felt and how pretty I looked beneath him. I could tell he was getting close and pulled back, slowly stroking him while looking up at him, telling him I wanted him to beg for his orgasm again. God I was really hoping Adam was listening … I was really hoping he was wishing he was with me instead.

I don’t know if I was surprised or not, but Ryan immediately started begging, pleading as I stroked him agonizingly slowly and held eye contact with him. Fuck it was so hot, hearing him say my name slowly and shakily, little whimpers escaping his lips as I kissed his cock. Once I felt like I had teased him enough I took him deep again, repeatedly deep throating him until he started to shudder. 

It wasn’t long before he was telling me he was close, then loudly groaning and convulsing as he erupted in my mouth. Fuck it was a lot of cum … I really wonder if he was extra turned on from hearing Claire get fucked … maybe he was picturing her on her knees instead of me.

After he came down my throat I crawled up beside him and we slowly made out, our hands wandering each other's bodies, both of us giggling a little as the sleepy high post orgasm glow washed over us. I heard Claire’s door open again and someone go to the bathroom, then a minute later her door opened and closed again. 

I gave it a few seconds, then got up from the bed giving Ryan another kiss and threw on his shirt, just covering my butt. I went and peed and brushed my teeth, and just as I exited the bathroom Claire’s door opened and Adam stepped out quietly, pulling it closed behind him. I stopped and watched him turn, seeing him jump slightly as he made eye contact with me.

I laughed a little, both of us grinning at the other. Part of me debated flashing him … another part of me debated pulling him back into the bathroom with me … but I’m not that immoral, at least not typically. He was fully dressed and said he was going to head home, mentioning that Claire was fast asleep. I told him that I hoped he at least had a good time with a cheeky little grin, and he simply smiled and playfully looked me up and down. We both laughed again, I think both a little embarrassed now that the horniness had worn off. 

We said goodnight to each other and I stepped past him, returning to my room and crawling into bed besides Ryan, now completely passed out.

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In the morning I woke up to Ryan’s morning wood pressing into my ass as his arms wrapped around me from behind, and I snuggled back up against him. He must have woken up as his hips stirred a little, his cock slipping between my thighs. I angled my hips down a little, then slipped my hand down and pressed the tip of his cock into me. Wordlessly he slipped inside of me … but this time we fucked nice and silently, just for us.

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Claire and I never directly acknowledged that night beyond a mutual “sounds like you had fun last night” comment over coffee later that morning. There were plenty of other little competitive nights, but that one was by far the most intense. 

Hope you enjoyed reading <3 

Xoxo - Sofia

My wife and I fucked in a nude hot springs

We went to this great place that has about a dozen or so hot spring pools from a few inches deep to one about 5’ deep and a pool near the clubhouse.

We hiked out to one of the less-used pools in the morning. Very short, easy hike, but we camouflage also clearly see anyone coming up or down the trail. We stripped off whatever we were wearing and hopped in.

Of course, this is a “family” nudist park, but we were all by ourselves, and the day was so beautiful. Nobody around for a couple miles.

This particular pool was only about a foot deep, so we started making out. There was a small 3 ft waterfall so she wanted to put her pussy under it. I held her back up while she angled herself and scooted her ass closer to the wall. She laid there for a bit feeling the warm water cascade hit her clit and rubbing herself.

She flipped over and we made out some more laying in the warm, shallow pool. I sucked on her tits, and fingered her pussy. We were both getting off being out in the warm morning sunlight.

I flipped her over and the water was shallow enough that her tits and most of her body was underwater, but her pussy was above water, so I slid my hard dick into her.

I started fucking her, water splashing between our wet bodies. It didn’t take me long to drop a load in her willing pussy.

We lay there for a little bit, just making out, and I’m stroking my post-cum cock a little. Just then we see an older couple come up the path…

The next few days at work, I tried to avoid Casey as much as possible. Unfortunately, he seemed to be doing the opposite, as if subconsciously witnessing his girlfriend deep-throating my dick had brought us closer together. But in truth, he was blissfully oblivious to the forbidden beauty lying in my Hidden photos folder. A stronger man might have deleted them out of principle, but I knew that unless requested by Kelly herself, those pictures weren’t going anywhere.

And then came Friday, when the usual, “what are you doing Sunday?” conversation came about. I thought about lying, saying I was busy or getting sick. But sure enough, when the time came, I encouraged our usual routine.

And then came Sunday, and the hours leading up to their arrival left me near crippled with anxiety. I had not talked to Kelly since she left my house that day. I had conjured up a million reasons to casually text her but had stopped myself each time.

Is she feeling the same shame I am? What if she doesn’t want to come, but feels obligated because of Casey?

How wrong I was.

When they finally arrived, Kelly met me with the same kind smile and a hug she always did. If she was faking it, she was doing a damn good job. Any attempts to distance myself from her was unsuccessful, as she acted even friendlier and more comfortable with me than she had before. Kelly wore a similar outfit that she had last week, only her cropped t-shirt had devolved into an even more revealing blue Giants tube top, which did not help my constantly lingering gaze.

And so, we sat and watched the games as usual. The Giants and Eagles were both playing in the 1:00 window, so I had both games on in the split screen mode, not that I was able to focus on a single play. We had also returned to our casual light beer libations, so the mood remained relaxed. But it didn’t take long for Kelly to show that she had other plans.

At the end of the first quarter of the Giants game, Kelly looked to the two of us. “Do you boys need another beer?”

“Absolutely.” Casey affirmed, remaining comfortable in his seat.

I shook my bottle around to judge the contents, then knocked the last swig back to empty it. “Sure, if you’re getting up. Thanks.”

With a smile, she got to her feet and sauntered off to the kitchen. When she came back into the living room, her walk was a bit more intentional, almost like a model walking on a runway. Except instead of showing off a designer outfit, she seemed to be adding motion to accentuate the movements in her chest and backside, and she succeeded. I found myself hypnotized as she walked to Casey first, handing him the bottle with a seductive smile and a “your beer, sir.” He seemed entranced as well, especially when she delivered mine with the same performance.

“T-thanks.” I croaked out, trying not to stare.

She winked, then stood between us. “Can I get you gentleman anything else?”

Casey chuckled. “Damn, babe. You’re like one of those beer girls from the old commercials. Super hot.”

Kelly smiled and bit her lip twirling her auburn hair around her finger. “Too bad I don’t have a bikini to walk around in, then I’d be a proper beer girl.”

Casey’s eyes grew wide, as if he was expecting a different response. “You… would do that?”

Kelly linked her hands behind her back, swaying back and forth innocently. “Uh huh. In fact…”

Her hands moved forward to the button on her shorts, which she methodically undid before slowly lowering the zipper. “I’m wearing a pretty skimpy thong, which should be close enough, right?” Kelly stood there in between us, her shorts ready to fall at our request.

Casey’s mouth now hung open, looking between me and her. After a short silence, he muttered, “y-yeah. I guess so.”

Then Kelly looked to me. “Only if it’s okay with Cal, though. It’s his house, after all.”

Suddenly, the onus was on me. I could end it here, once and for all. The awkwardness would be palpable, but it would create the layer of friction needed for things to maybe get back to normal. But Kelly knew what I also knew deep down, which was that I could not bear to refuse her.

“No complaints here.” I said with a swig of beer, trying to hide my pounding heartbeat with a ruse of casualness.

And with a light push and a wiggle of her hips, Kelly's shorts fell to the floor, revealing a black thong of lace underneath. She stepped free of them, kicking them loosely off to the side, then putting her hands on her exposed hips. "Better?"

Casey's expression was still more of surprise than anything, but he drank in the sight of her all the same. "Fuck yeah." He said, more confidently than his last response. Content with her tease, Kelly sat back down on the couch in her previous spot, turning her attention back to the game.

Seeing her half-naked casually sitting on my couch awakened the depraved part of my mind. I no longer wanted to be a player in her game. It was my turn to take the controller.

The second quarter came and went without anything significant of note, besides a pants-less beer walk from Kelly. When the Giants game hit halftime, Casey stood up with a slight hunch, quickly turning away from me, likely to hide the imprint against his jeans. "Gotta piss." He announced and started walking.

"Actually, can you use my bathroom upstairs?" I lied, quickly, before he could walk off. "I'm having some trouble with the toilet down here." I continued without waiting for a response. "Up the stairs, last room on the left, and then follow the left wall of the room."

Casey nodded, walking off. When I heard his footsteps hit the stairs, I quickly got up, sitting next to Kelly. My fast movements caught her off guard for a moment, but her expression turned to anticipation once I sat down.

"Having fun, aren't we?" I said in a low voice, trying to emulate the tone I knew she enjoyed. She nodded silently, staring into my eyes. One of my hands went to her hips, and I felt her tense at my touch. I traced my finger downward and towards the joining of her legs, which she spread graciously when my hand got close. When I reached the minimal fabric that covered her, I gently pulled it to the side, exploring the outside of her pussy. It was hot, and with a single finger I pushed beyond the exterior folds to find the wet flesh underneath. I heard her sharply exhale as my finger pushed deeper inside, exploring the walls of her sex for the first time. "Oh my." I continued. "Having a lot of fun it seems."

"Mmhmm..." she moaned as I pushed my finger as far as I could inside, curling it to stimulate the deepest parts of her pussy.

I added a second finger, and she let out a soft moan. "How do my fingers feel, beer girl?"

She bit her lips deviously and smiled. "Reaaally good, sir."

A few seconds later, we heard the plumbing in the walls around us react to the toilet flushing upstairs. Her eyes grew wide, darting towards the hallway from which Casey would walk through when he was back. I responded by picking up the speed and force of my movements.

"F-fuck..." she moaned, looking down at my fingers pleasuring her. And then, we heard the creak of the stairs once again, and her eyes turned once more to panic. "C-Cal, he's- mm, he's gonna..."

"He's gonna what?" I teased, not slowing down. But when I heard the distinct creak of my second-to-bottom stair, I removed myself from inside of her, stood up and brought myself back to my previous seat. Kelly quickly adjusted herself, wiping a small bit of drool from the corner of her mouth. Just as soon as we were both situated, Casey walked back into the room and sat back on the couch, completely unaware. But I wasn't done yet.

"I've got some cheese, sausage, and veggies in the kitchen we can snack on. Just need to cut them up first." I stood up. "Anyone want to help?"

Casey took the bait perfectly. "Sounds like a job for our sexy beer girl, right babe?"

Kelly smiled. "Of course, sir." She stood up, and Casey gave her ass a quick squeeze. She let out a cute giggle and walked in front of me towards the kitchen.

"If the games start while we are getting it ready, just yell out what is happening." I called behind me as I followed Kelly into the hallway.

"Got it." Casey called back.

When Kelly made it into the kitchen, she turned around and looked at me with lusty eyes, inviting my next move. I obliged, picking her up by her hips and sitting her on the nearest counter. With a tug of my thumbs, I pulled her thong down past her knees, letting it fall to the floor. Wrapping my arms around her legs, I buried my face in the wetness between them, letting my tongue push through the bit of skin that concealed her clitoris. Once there, I maneuvered my tongue tactfully around and across her clit, forcing one of her hands to jump to her mouth to conceal her moans. The other landed on my head, and her fingers streaked through my hair as I continued to pleasure her with my mouth.

After a few minutes, Casey called from the living room. "Giants game is starting back up."

Barely moving my mouth from Kelly's pussy, I called back. "Alright, be there in a minute." Then, I added my fingers to the show, massaging her G-spot while my tongue danced across her clit. Her upper body was convulsing in response, her muffled moans behind her hand getting louder and more rapid. She took her hand briefly off of her mouth to whisper, "I'm... gonna cum..." Seeing my finish line in front of me, I put my all into both movements, using my tongue to push against her clit in quick, repetitive movements. Seconds later, I felt her tense up, her fingers clenching tightly at my hair. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, and I felt her insides begin to pulse against my fingers. Finally, I felt every muscle in her body relax, and she quivered as I removed my fingers from inside of her.

After a quick wash of my hands, I opened the fridge and pulled out the pre-cut meat and cheese board I had bought from the store the day before, along with some cut up carrots and celery. I put them on the counter next to Kelly, who was still trying to catch her breath, and walked back to the living room.

I took a seat at my usual spot and took another swig of my beer. “Where’s Kelly?” Casey asked.

“She’s coming. Just cutting up the rest of the veggies.”

He looked to the entry to the hallway before leaning towards me and talking in a whisper. “So uh, I hope any of this isn’t making you… uncomfortable or anything.”

I chuckled. “Me? Nah man, not at all. What about you? You cool with your girlfriend being half-naked around me?”

He shrugged. “It was a little weird at first, but honestly I’m cool with it.” He took a swig of beer. “It’s weird, I’ve never seen her like this. She can get freaky in the bedroom, but never around other people. Just let me know if anything she does crosses a line.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, knowing the taste of his girlfriend’s pussy still sat on my tongue. “You got it.”

A couple of minutes later, Kelly emerged back into the living room with a cutting board full of meats, cheeses, and veggies. I couldn’t help but smirk knowing she had set up the platter to remove any suspicion that we hadn’t cut it ourselves.

“Snacks are ready!” She said in a cheery tone.

Feeling bold, I smacked her ass as she walked by. “Looks like the real snack is right here, eh Case?” She let out a cute little “yip!” as my hand made contact, but the pleasure was written all over her face.

Casey rolled right with it. “Damn right. What a fine piece of ass.”

“And tits too, can’t forget those.” I egged on.

Kelly put down the food tray on the coffee table and stood between us again. “What, these?” She pushed her boobs together with her hands, rubbing them in circles. Casey and I cheered her on.

I decided to push it further. “I’d sure like to get a handful of those.”

Casey laughed. “Yeah, I bet you would…” He trailed off, because as he was making the remark, Kelly had relocated to directly in front of me, bending forward at the waist so that her chest was within arms reach.

Without a second thought, I reached forward and began to grope Kelly’s right breast while Casey looked on silently. Unsatisfied, I grabbed the top of the tube top fabric and yanked downward, and Kelly’s bare tits sprang free. “That’s better.” I said, moving my attention to her nipples that had begun to harden beneath my touch. She giggled and bit her lip, seemingly fighting back moans of pleasure.

Then, Kelly shifted her attention to Casey, strutting slowly in his direction while he watched on, mystified. He watched on silently as she got to her knees, pulled his pants down and took his dick into her mouth. The pleasure overtook him quickly, and he reeled his head back and started to groan. He lasted less than a minute before he let out a long, “fuuuck…” and Kelly reacted by quickly removing his dick from her mouth, letting him finish on her chest instead. He sat still for a moment, taking deep breaths and trying to regain his composure. Suddenly aware of his position, he jerked his pants up quickly, mumbled something about going to the bathroom, and fumbled out of the room.

With Casey gone, Kelly looked down at the abstract artwork painted across her soft breasts and then looked to me. I spoke up before she could.

“Why don’t we get you cleaned up in the kitchen?”

I took her hand and pulled her behind me back into the kitchen. Ripping off a paper towel, I wet it slightly from the sink before handing it to her, and I watched her wipe the cum from her skin. She started talking as she did so.

“I came… so hard earlier.” She said. “Will you… do it again, sometime?”

I crossed my arms in playful defiance. “And what picture do I get in return for that?”

With a smile, she threw the soiled paper towel into the trash can, then walked up to the counter, bending over at the waist. With a small shimmy and a tug of her fingers, she let her thong fall to the ground, using her hands to spread her voluptuous cheeks apart, inviting me in. I stared at her in amazement for a moment before letting my own pants and boxers reach the floor as well. My cock, long since erected, I positioned between the large mounds of flesh on her backside, and I found the familiar wet sensation and thrust forward. Her soft, wet pussy enveloped me, and I couldn’t help but let out my own moan as I entered her.

I thrusted slow at first, enjoying every iota of stimulation, watching the outside of her pussy clench on to me each time I pulled back. Gradually, I picked up speed, listening to the slapping sounds of flesh on flesh bounce off the tiles of my kitchen floor. She started to moan softly as well, not bothering to cover her mouth this time. I found I wanted Casey to see us, wanted him to see me pleasuring the woman he claimed to love. It was a dark thought, but one that fueled my lust nevertheless, prompting me to fuck Kelly even harder.

“F-f-fuuu…” She moaned, losing herself in my thrusts.

And then, a voice called from the living room.

“Guys?”

“In here!” I called back, not losing pace. “Just showing Kelly something in the kitchen.”

I was certain our noises could be heard from the living room, but I didn’t care anymore.

Casey didn’t say anything for a moment, but eventually called back with, “Bring me another beer on your way back, babe.”

“Y-y-yes s-sir…” Kelly called back, interrupted by each thrust.

The sound of her talking to Casey while I fucked her put me over the edge. After a few more vigorous thrusts, I pressed myself as deep inside of her as I could go, pumping her full of my warm cum. I stood there for a moment, holding myself inside of her, watching her back move up and down with each breath. Then, I pulled myself out of her and observed the view from afar, and I watched a small drip of my pleasure drip from her pussy lips onto the floor.

“Beautiful.” I mumbled under my breath. “What do you need to… clean up?”

She stood up and turned around, revealing a devilish smile. Before I knew it, she was in front of me, planting a sloppy wet kiss on my lips. Without another word, she put her thong back on over the mixture of our fluids covering her sex and walked out of the kitchen. All I could do watching her walk away was shake my head in misbelief.

For the next hour and a half or so, we watched the rest of the football games as we always did. Kelly got dressed again, eventually going to the bathroom and hopefully cleaning up the mess I made of her. I could tell Casey was avoiding looking at me, just as I had tried avoiding him before. Whether angry or shameful, I had a feeling he knew. And as fucked up as it was, I’m glad he knew.

Mrs. Halpern’s guest bedroom smelled faintly of lavender and old books. Emily sat on the edge of the neatly made bed, hands folded in her lap, trying to look composed. Her anklet glinted when she crossed her legs, and she quickly tucked her foot back under her skirt.

Mrs. Halpern watched her with the same sharp, assessing gaze she used on parish committees.

“Emily,” she said softly, “you’ve seemed… more responsive lately. More committed to your duties.”

It was such a strangely polite way to broach something so forbidden. After two childless years of marriage, Mrs. Halpern, intrusive in the way only church elders can be, suggested that Emily let other men in the congregation “help.” All for the good of the church and without her husband knowing.

Emily told me of course, and we laughed at how insanely against the teaching of the church it was. But Mrs. Halpern had stumbled onto a private fantasy Emily and I had just begun exploring. So, Emily agreed, spending Sunday afternoons at Mrs. Halpern’s house getting fucked by a young congregant under the guise of spiritual duty.

Emily smiled, small and polite. “I’m just trying to do what’s right.”

“Mm.” Mrs. Halpern moved a stack of folded linens, pretending to tidy. “And your husband… Scott. He’s still supportive? Still unaware of our arrangements?”

Emily’s heartbeat jumped, but she kept her expression serene. “Yes, Mrs. Halpern. He’s very trusting.”

“I see.” The older woman paused, then added casually, “A trusting husband can be a blessing. Even a cuckolded one.”

The word landed like a spark inside Emily. Her breath caught, just slightly. and her shoulders tightened before she forced them to relax. She looked down, pretending to smooth her skirt, hoping the motion hid the sudden flush rising up her neck.

Mrs. Halpern noticed.

Her eyes narrowed, not unkindly, but with unmistakable curiosity. “Does that trouble you, dear? The term?”

Emily swallowed. “No, ma’am. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Mm.” The older woman stepped closer, her voice low but firm. “You reacted. Not with distress. Something else.”

Emily’s pulse thudded. She kept her gaze fixed on the floorboards. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… react.”

“I didn’t say it was wrong,” Mrs. Halpern murmured. “I simply wanted to see whether my observation was correct.”

Emily forced a small laugh, trying to make it sound natural. “I’m sure it was nothing.”

But her hands were clasped too tightly. Her posture too rigid. Her cheeks too warm.

“Emily,” the older woman said, stepping closer, “I want you to be honest with me.” She reached out, cupping Emily’s chin in her palm, lifting her face firmly but not cruelly. “Look at me.”

Emily’s breath caught. She obeyed.

Mrs. Halpern leaned in slightly, her grip steady. “It's important to understand, dear. Scott is a cuckold.”

The word landed with unmistakable force.

Emily’s eyes widened before she could stop them. A flush rose along her throat. Her posture stiffened, a tiny tremor running through her shoulders. She tried to swallow it down, tried to keep her expression neutral, but the reaction was already there, visible, undeniable.

Mrs. Halpern saw everything.

Her voice dropped to a low, assessing murmur. “There it is.”

Emily tried to look away, but the older woman held her firmly. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to react.”

The older woman released her chin slowly, letting her face fall back into her own control. “How do you feel right now? Truly.”

Emily hesitated, throat tight. “I… feel overwhelmed,” she said softly. “It’s hard to explain. It’s like everything you say cuts straight through me.”

Mrs. Halpern nodded slowly, as if confirming a hypothesis. “Overwhelmed is good. It means you’re opening yourself to this duty. Daniel will be here soon, and openness is important.”

Mrs. Halpern gestured toward the bed. “If you need a moment to prepare yourself before he arrives, you may take it.”

Emily blinked. “Prepare myself?”

“Yes, Emily. If you need to masturbate a little to get ready for Daniel, that's acceptable," The older woman said calmly.

Emily stared blankly at Mrs. Halpern, shocked that she would speak so bluntly. It wasn’t wholly unexpected. The old woman had encouraged her to touch herself before. But in the context of cleaning up after her liaisons with Daniel. Not for the sake of preparation. Not for the same of her own pleasure.

The old woman misunderstood her look of shock for a lack of understanding. She carried on. "Sometimes the men don't know what a woman needs and we need to take steps ourselves.”

Emily nodded gratefully and shifted slightly, preparing to move back on the bed. But when she glanced up, she realized Mrs. Halpern wasn’t leaving.

The older woman remained exactly where she was, hands clasped, posture straight, eyes fixed on Emily with unwavering attention.

Emily froze. “You’re… staying?”

“Of course,” Mrs. Halpern said. “I need to see how you manage yourself. It’s part of guiding you.”

Emily’s pulse thudded. Her defenses felt thin, fragile. The old woman had watched before. But something felt different now. This was more carnal. Les clinical. The entire taboo situation was striking at her core and exciting her. She could feel wetness between her legs. 

Mrs. Halpern stepped closer, voice soft but firm. “And remember, dear… Scott is a cuckold. A trusting one. A blind one.”

The word struck Emily with startling force.  Her breath faltered. Her posture stiffened. Mrs. Halpern knew what the word did to her now, and she was using it like a weapon. Mrs. Halpern saw her reactions instantly.

“A cuckolded husband,” she said thoughtfully. “A wife who responds when reminded of it.”

Emily’s hands trembled.

Mrs. Halpern’s voice softened, almost gentle. “Let it happen, Emily. Don’t fight it. I’m here to watch over you.”

Emily exhaled shakily, feeling her emotional defenses slipping, her composure unraveling under the older woman’s relentless, quiet pressure.

Mrs. Halpern gently placed her hand on Emily's chest, between her breasts. Emily felt her heart pounding under the touch. She wondered how much Mrs. Halpern could feel.

Mrs. Halpern pressed against Emily lightly, pushing her back against the bed. The elder gently rolled Emily's skirt upwards, past her thighs, past her hips, exposing her completely. She wasn't wearing underwear, because Daniel had ordered her not to. She was shaved bare, because Daniel has demanded it. Mrs. Halpern seemed be examining her and Emily’s breath caught. She couldn't remember ever feeling so exposed, so vulnerable. She was aroused in a way she'd never imagined.

"Quite beautiful." Mrs. Halperns voice was shaky. Emily looked up at her through lidded ears. The old woman was trembling. There was so much more going on here than Emily had ever suspected.

Emily slid her fingers between her legs. She was soaking. Eager for her own touch. She slipped a single finger between her lips, then a second. She heard Mrs. Halpern trying to hide a sharp intake of breath. She smiled.

She spread her legs and started to rub herself slowly. She felt like she was on the edge of a knife and wanted to draw this out a bit longer.

She felt the bed move slightly as Mrs. Halpern sat down beside. The old woman began to stroke Emily's hair softly.

Emily bent her knees and put her feet on the bed opening herself wide. She plunged two fingers inside herself, then spread the moisture to her clit. Her hips bucked upwards.

"Say it." She whispered. She was terrified of the words passing her lips. Terrified of the consequences. But she couldn't stop.

Mrs. Halpern leaned over and whispered softly, "Don't worry dear, we'll never let Scott know he's a cuckold."

A wave of release washed over Emily. Her whole body shook as she came beneath the old woman's gaze. Emily opened her eyes looked up. Mrs. Halpern was smiling openly.

There was a knock at the door. Daniel had arrived. 

Up until my senior year of college, including my study-abroad term, I had roommates. In fact, my freshman year and study abroad semester I actually shared a bedroom with another dude. Finally, my senior year, I was living completely alone. Beyond my own bedroom, I had my own kitchen and den. I could come and go as I pleased, and if I were lucky enough to bring a girl back with me, there were never any distractions from a roommate/suitemate or their respective guests. By far, I got the most pussy of my college career my senior year, but, ironically, as often as I hooked up that year, I got about as many rejections. It was a numbers game, and I made a move on every girl with whom I thought I had the slightest opportunity ... every girl except one.

I met Laura in a journalism class I was taking. Once we got to talking, it was revealed that we lived in the same apartment building! I asked if I could stop by, and she was cool with that. So I did, and we really enjoyed each other's company. However, the first time I stopped over I learned that she had a boyfriend who went to another school in the same state (Wisconsin). I always drew the line with hooking up with gals who had boyfriends. What can I say, I always thought, 'What if I were in his shoes, and my girlfriend cheated on me with some other guy just because he was nearby and convenient?' Well, before any of you give me credit for being so noble, you'll have to read the next section of this anecdote ...

Laura and I were openly quite attracted to one another. She had raven colored hair, great facial bone structure, wide, pretty eyes, and a thin, tight body. Somehow, though we never should have even gone this far, we got to talking about our 'private parts.' I touted what I described as my "large penis;" she was equally proud of her "perky breasts." I dared to make the 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours' offer, and son-of-a-bitch, she accepted it! I remember going into her bathroom to get myself hard to make the best impression. I came out, unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped my fly, and dropped my pants exposing my pubic hair, fully erect penis and testicles. Laura remarked, "Wow, you are huge," and true to her word, she removed her top and bra. Also true to her word, her breasts were terrific. They were probably B-cups, extremely perky and had the most beautiful maroon concentric nipples/aureolas you could ever hope for. I am certain that if I made a move, she would have accepted the gesture, but I just didn't want to make a cheater out of Laura. She was such a nice girl, and it took every ounce of my will power, but I couldn't make a move on a girl who already had a boyfriend, no matter how long it had been since he was last able to visit.

I continued to stop by, and, yes, we continued our sexual joking around. I'd expose my erect penis. She actually went as far as removing both her bra and pants. So I was able to see her in her underwear and see that she had a lovely set of delicately curving hips and a pretty ass. Neither big nor bony. I was even able to see a little bit of her black pubic hair sneaking out from the edges of her panties. I remarked that I liked that she didn't shave all of her pubic hair like so many girls were doing these days. This would have been late 1998 after all. She thanked me and remarked that she too thought it looked nice with some womanly hair around it. Again, after that line - a hairy pussy lover like me - it took all of my will power not to make a move. But, man, she was really putting me to the test!

One time I went over and she had a friend, Chrissy, over to her apartment. She remarked that I had a large penis, and I was never shy about showing it. So now Chrissy said, "Okay, let's see it." Once again I went to Laura's bathroom and came out with a raging hard-on. Chrissy said, "Yeah, that it is pretty big, especially on such a skinny guy." She actually proceeded to graze her finger along my shaft. I was hoping she would give me a hand job or a blow job, not necessarily because I wanted to get a hand job or blow job, but more so because of how cool it would be to show Laura my cumshot! However, that tease of a finger graze was all I got.

One weekday evening I got doubly lucky. I was walking back to my apartment after taking a gal to dinner I had hooked up with the previous weekend that I met at a fraternity party. We ran into Laura and another one of Laura's friends I hadn't met before, a pretty blond girl named Liz. So not only do I look marketable to Laura and her friend, Liz, moments later I'm getting to hook up for a second time with a girl that could very easily have become a drunken frat party one-night-stand. Lo and behold, Laura's boyfriend, Ryan, was going to visit the following weekend. During the ensuing week, Laura suggested she and Ryan and Liz and I go on a double date when Ryan came to campus. Secretly, I wondered if Laura told Liz about my penis, but whether she did or not, I readily agreed to the double-date. We went out the following weekend, and I was so glad I didn't make a move on Laura. Ryan was a genuinely nice guy. Not only was he a devoted boyfriend to Laura, he was very agreeable to me. He was either completely aloof to the heavy flirting his girlfriend and I had been engaged in, didn't care, or was clever enough not to evince any reaction/hostility. All in all, he struck me as someone with whom I would be friends, so I was happy that I never betrayed him (beyond the indecent exposure silliness in which Laura and I had engaged).

Liz and I hit it off on our double-date with Laura and Ryan. The evening ended with Ryan and Laura going back to her apartment for, no doubt, some much-missed love-making while I walked Liz back to her place. Liz invited me inside, and it was on! She also lived alone. We went right into her bedroom and started making out. As stated earlier, I didn't know if Laura said anything about seeing my penis to Liz, but either way I figured now was an appropriate time to let Liz see for herself. I, in turn, took off my pants and underwear, and Liz took off the rest of her clothing. Liz had one of those bodies that lent itself very well to clothes, but when the clothing was removed she was a lot larger than she appeared while dressed. I didn't care. She still had big tits that I enjoyed licking and sucking, a nice set of wide hips, and a big, round ass. She also had very bulbous labia majora, and closely shorn pubic hair on her outer lips and above her clit. The bulbousness of her labia majora made it difficult to get at the 'fruit' of her pussy, but I managed and pretty soon I was eating her out. We ended up 69-ing on our sides. She gave nice reciprocal head, and I enjoyed a very good orgasm. Somehow I vividly remember that I pumped out a quick three spurts of cum, and Liz gamely swallowed my load.

I was certainly interested in seeing Liz again. Though I wasn't as attracted to her physically or intellectually as I was to Laura. Laura was off limits now that I actually met her boyfriend and he was good to her. However, though we talked on the phone subsequently, I could never nail Liz down for a second date. I think to this day Liz was Laura's proxy. Laura knew the two of us could not hook up as long as she was dating Ryan, but she was curious what it would be like. So the closest she could get would be to do so vicariously through Liz. I certainly never posited this theory to Laura, but I often wondered if Laura knew Liz was an up-for-anything girl, and she put Liz up to the idea of going on an 'exploratory mission' for her.

My girlfriend was raised in a very conservative Asian household. We met at work and after a long, tension-filled buildup, we finally got together. For her, it was like allowing the flood gates to finally open; she entered her sexual renaissance. And I was the nurturing beneficiary.

After we’d gotten together, I had a work function in the city one night. It was one of those events where you talk to executives and clients; but you don’t really don’t want to be there. It was a formal and professional occasion so I was obligated, but it was outside of her working requirements.

A few hours in, I’d had a few drinks and my tolerance for corporate small talk was waning. I’d sent her a photo of my suit and she’d responded instantly with a selfie of her tucked up in bed in tight summer pyjamas that hugged her slim, curvy body. Her long black framed her face, pouty lips accentuating her regret at being separated for the night.

I made up my mind.

“Come.” I texted her. “Put on a tight black dress and meet me at the bar.”

And she did.

Within an hour, I was looking at her from behind as she stood alone at the bar. She wore a short mid-thigh dress that revealed pale ivory legs. She stood silently, waiting. I walked up behind her, placing one hand along the narrow of her waist where it her curved hips blossomed. She turned and looked up at me; her smile beamed.

We looked at each other. Enjoying the moment. I turned to the bartender; he was starting at my girlfriend.

“Long Island iced tea please,” I ordered. She doesn’t normally drink, as it goes straight to her head. But tonight it disappeared much faster than I’d ever expected.

Elegant and lean in her figure hugging black dress, she seemed to twirl through the room as we moved in and out of people. She drew a lot of attention; the hungry eyes of countless men turning to watch her. She clasped my hand as her movements became progressively tipsy. Her smile never leaving her face.

I decided it was time to get some fresh air.

Walking the streets, we walked towards the busy city centre. The night was a hive of activity with people moving about the street. Luxi lent against me for support as we walked; her thin frame pressed lightly against my body. I wrapped my arm around her as we moved.

A shop sign flashed its neon light up ahead. An adult shop. Luxi turned and smiled up at me. I guided us through the crowd towards the entrance.

The shop was full of mostly young couples or single men. We drew a few curious eyes dressed in formal wear; but I suppose also because I was a foreigner with a local woman. A slight curiosity.

For a while we perused the shelves, lingering a little longer on the bondage ropes, vibrator toys, and outfits section. I teased her with handcuffs, holding her arms in one hand high above her head. The raising of her arms stressed the top of her dress line, exposing the cleavage of her round c-cup breasts.

Like a bar, Luxi seemed to float around the shop catching eyes as she moved. She toed me along until we found a small open doorway towards the rear of the shop. Curiosity got the better of us and we move through the doorway and down a short corridor.

Darkness deepened as we moved through the corridor until we entered a small cinema.

Porn was playing on a big screen - an Asian woman crawling with a leash around her throat. Lone men sat scattered throughout in the cinema. No couples. And us. On the big screen, the woman continued to crawl and bent to drink out of bowl on the floor.

Eyes turned to watch us.

Luxi pulled me by the hand towards a sofa at the front of the small cinema. A rush of mischief and excitement on her face.

We sat and she cuddled close to me on the sofa, her head leaning to lie on my shoulder. Both hands rested nestled between her tightly closed legs that had curled up on the couch next to her. Her high heels had been kicked off and forgotten.

On the screen, the woman was being lead towards a cage. Her naked body exposed and vulnerable. A man entered the frame his erect cock entering first. He spanked the woman. She ass flushed red.

Luxi began to squirm subtly next to me. Her legs pressed tightly together like she was trying to suppress a shiver. Her hips gently pulsed every few seconds. It was as if I could feel heat radiating from her where her hands clasped between her thighs.

She looked up at me, head still against my side. A nervous hand reached towards my cock as if asking permission.

I grabbed her wrist and consciously of the other patrons guided her forward to grasp the bulge in my trousers.

I was rock hard.

Luxi’s eyes widened. And she instantly began to rub. Her remaining hand staying between her bare thighs; her dress having ridden up subtly. The pulsing of her hip grew gently faster and less subtly.

Onscreen, a second man entered the frame. One on either side of the woman, now on all fours and trapped in a very little cage. One man moved forward and the woman parted her lips against the front of the cage, her ass reachable for the second man to her rear.

Looking over my shoulder to subtly survey the other patrons, I reached down and undid my fly. Luxi greedily popped open the top button and pulled out my hard cock. It stood proud in the darkness, a silhouette with her slight hand grasping the base. Luxi closed her eyes and moaned gently as she stroked the length up and down, biting a pout in her full bottom lip.

The woman onscreen licked the mushroom shape of the man’s cock onscreen.

I reach across and pushed her head down.

Like the woman on the movie, Luxi’s lips parted to form a round ‘O’. She stared hungrily at my cock, and began to suck.

I twined my hands through her hair, pulling her hair into a tight ponytail near her scalp. I moved rhythmically up and down, controlling her movement. She quietly slurped and moaning, trying to take the length of me as if we were alone.

Luxi moved and knelt on the floor between my legs. The one hand between her legs continuing to rub gently beneath her ridden up dress, while the other gently tucked on my balls. I leaned back into the sofa and closed my eyes.

Men stood and moved around to sit next to us and behind us. Luxi continued, her deep brown eyes now open and wide looking up at me. She never stopped as I pulled her ponytail tight, gently thrusting myself deeper into her.

On the movie screen, the woman screamed out as the two men penetrated both end of her body. Both her and Luxi noises’ filled the darkened room. One shrill and loud, one deep and soft.

Luxi cupped my balls and quickened her pace. She could sense my excitement - my cock a hard rod in her mouth. She moved the hand that had been rubbing between her legs to stroke the base of my cock. Despite the alcohol I could feel the sensation building. And building. I looked down to see the heart shape curve of Luxi’s ass and narrow waist as her head bobbed up and down. The men around us stared - not discretely - while some openly touched themselves.

Luxi was stroking faster. And faster. Her spit ran down my shaft lubricating my balls. The sensation climaxed.

Holding her on either side of her face, I quickly pulled her up. She kept her hands around my cock and aimed as I shot rope after rope over her pretty face. Her eyes were closed but she smiled widely. My warm cum completely covered her.

My cock twitched still in Luxi’s firm grasp and I sat there in a blowjob haze; it’s a special sensation. Unique even to sex I’ve decided.

Luxi felt her way forward and licked the tip of my dick. She released the hand cupping my balls and lifted a hand to wipe a slim finger across her face. I stopped her.

I didn’t want her to remove the cum.

I’d always had a strange idea about ‘branding’ a woman publicly - having her move completely seen in public covered in my cum.

“No,” I whispered to her as I bent forward to wrap my arms around her. “Let’s clean you later.”

I stood and pulled Luxi up. I hastily re-buttoned my work trousers and grabbed her hand. The room was silent and staring. The movie continued unwatched.

We rushed from the cinema and out into the night. Cum covered Luxi’s face as we ran laughing from the shop.

I'm in a distance relationship with a woman I'm going to marry. She lives a 4.5-hour drive away, and I spend a week a month up there. I'm fortunate. I can do what I do for work over Zoom, and she works from home, seeing clients. She's a skincare professional doing facials, microdermabrasions, etc.

Side note, guys: if you've never had a skincare professional work on your face, do it at least once. It's super relaxing, and it really does make a difference.

Anyway, I had my computer set up at her kitchen table. She finished with a client and was puttering around in the kitchen quietly while I finished up with mine. I'm watching her bend over and get things out of the refrigerator, and I'm getting turned on. She's got a very curvy body and a strong, toned, big black ass, and right now I'm struggling to concentrate on anything else.

I sign off with my client, and I get up and walk over and I spin her around and kiss her. She kisses me back, and then my hands start roaming around her sexy, curvy body. She reaches down and feels through my shorts that I'm hard. She whines, "Babe, my next client is coming in 45 minutes." I looked at her and smiled and said, "Well, then we have plenty of time for a quickie, don't we?"

There was this shift in her eyes and in her smile. She realized I was right, and I could see this wave of lust and desire run through her body. She pulled me back close and started tongue-fucking my mouth. She took me by the hand into her hallway, pulled my shorts down, got on her knees and started sucking my cock.

After just 30 seconds, she pulled off of me and told me, "Lie down."

"Right here in your hallway?"

"Yes, do it."

She pulled her leggings off and then didn't even take her thong off. She just slid it to the side and then mounted me. For 5 or 10 minutes, she just ground on me, rubbing her clit against my hardness. Then she leaned down, pushing her chest against mine, and just started throwing it down and fucking me as hard as she could until I exploded and filled her with my cum. We got up, got dressed, and 15 minutes later her client walked in. When they were done, 75 minutes later, she came out and grabbed me and started making out with me hard. She then looked at me and said, "I've been feeling your cum leak out of my pussy the whole appointment." She then took me by the hand, and we walked back into her bedroom.

On Valentine's Day this year I had my first hotwife experience that my husband set up for me. On Columbus Day weekend we had our second experience.

Unlike the first time where my husband set it up, this time we used a dating app. A few weeks back I matched with a 29-year-old grad student. He is 6 '3, broad shoulders, short blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, he is in really good shape, and he is certainly not lacking in the size department.

We texted for a couple of weeks, with the texting turning into sexting really quickly. This was followed by sharing risqué pictures with each other. I was feeling like a teenager again and was spending most of the day in a state or arousal.

Finally, on the Friday of the long weekend our schedules aligned and we were able to set up a date. Unlike my first experience, this time I went on the date solo, and sent my husband updates throughout the night. We met up at a bar near him. I wore a short dark blue dress, white stockings, and a matching black lingerie set underneath. He showed up in a grey button up shirt and jeans. He was every bit as hot in person as his pictures. He assured me that I was even prettier than my pictures. Even if he was lying, it worked.

After a couple of drinks to ease my nerves (and a handful of THC gummies beforehand) I was really feeling frisky. I suggested that we find some place a little more private to keep the evening going. He lived a couple of blocks away and we ended up going to his place. As soon as we stepped through the door he grabbed me and pulled me in to kiss. His tongue slid into my mouth and I rolled with it. I ran my hand up and down his leg and it was evident he was really turned on.

I broke away from the kiss and got on my knees to look up at him. I kept rubbing his cock through his pants before he undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. I eagerly pulled them down with a quick tug and his cock was as gorgeous as the pictures made it look.

I looked up at him and said “I want to suck your beautiful cock.”

I kissed the tip of his cock and swirled my tongue around it before kissing up and down his shaft before taking him inside my mouth. As my head bobbed up and down he got girthier than I imagined he was. I was soon making gagging noises as I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. I felt his hands move to my head and he grabbed my hair before thrusting in and out of my mouth, making me gag more. At this point my panties were completely soaked.

He gave me a moment to breathe and I said “I need you to fuck me.”

“You need to beg me more to fuck you.” He replied with this smirk that simultaneously aroused and angered me.

I went back to worshipping his cock with my mouth. Kissing it, licking it, sucking it, and telling him how badly I needed to feel his cock in my married pussy. After a few minutes of this he told me to stand up and take my panties off. I did as told and slid my wet panties down to my feet and stepped out of them.

He told me to bend over the arm of the couch. He flipped my dress up, and rubbed his cock against my clit from behind, making me moan and beg even more. Finally, I felt him line his cock head up and he pushed inside me. I was so wet he went right in and he went from zero to sixty and was pounding me hard from behind. The thwapping of his torso hitting my ass was hypnotic and all I could do was moan loudly as he grabbed my hips and fucked me like I was a toy he didn't care about breaking. I came, and I came hard. As I was still coming down from the first orgasm a second one was already brewing.

He found another gear and went even harder. He released my hips and grabbed my hair and pulled me back and said “You need to be fucked like a dirty slut, don't you?”

I moaned and barely got out a “Yes.”

“Tell me you need to be fucked like a dirty slut then!”

He slowed the pace a little bit but made sure every stroke went as deep as he could go.

“Say it!” He repeated as he pulled my hair harder.

“Fuck me like I'm a dirty sluuuuuuu-uuuuuuut!” I pleaded as he picked his pace back up and slapped my ass.

I was getting close to cumming again. I needed it so badly and begged “Fuck my slutty pussy harder. I need your cock.”

“Where can I cum?” He responded as he sounded like he was getting close.

“Cum in my slutty pussy. I want to feel you cum in me.” I begged.

He released my hair and grabbed my hips again, digging his fingers into me as he thrust harder and harder. Finally the bubble burst and I came a second time, even harder than the first time.

I could feel him twitching and his breathing get heavier. Then he pushed in hard and deep and groaned like a caveman as he flooded my pussy with his cum. He held me in place and gave a couple smaller pumps to get out every drop. When he pulled out I felt the wetness of our orgasms run down my thighs.

I stayed bent over trying to catch my breath, feeling more cum run down my legs. I felt completely satiated at that moment. It took a few for me to move and even then my legs were still wobbly.

When I turned around I saw that he was still hard. His cock was glistening and I was overcome with the urge to suck it again. I got back on my knees and kissed the head of his cock before taking him in my mouth. I don't usually like how I taste but at this moment it was intoxicating. I bobbed my head up and down, my cheeks sunk in as I am passionately sucking his cock. I had lost the concept of time and was solely focused on fucking his cock with my mouth.

I then feel the head of his cock twitch and a stream of warm cum burst into my mouth. Instinctively, I swallowed and kept going through another couple of smaller squirts. When I glanced over at the clock I realized I just gave a 30 minute blowjob. I had this strange feeling of pride that I could still do that.

I grabbed my still damp panties and got my stuff together to head home.

When I got home my husband was waiting up. I took my dress and bra off and joined him on the couch. First giving him a hand job while telling him about my night. Then I straddled him and said “I'm riding you now.”

I slid down on his rock hard cock and rode him cowgirl as I shared more details. Soon thereafter I was ready to cum again and picked up my pace. I came hard when he fingered my ass. I wanted to reward him and after I came I pulled off of him and took him in my mouth. I went hard and fast and in just a couple of minutes he came and I made sure to swallow every last drop.

Just out of college I got a job in my hometown, in my field of study. It was a low-paying gig, but I got to work with a lot of great people around my age. 

I grew particularly close with a girl named Alyx, who went to high school across town and graduated the same year as me. We didn't know each other before working together, but we became fast friends, since we often had to work alone on Sunday nights, and we had a similar sense of raunchy, horny humor. 

We were both dating other people when we first met, but both relationships became rocky fairly quickly. She became single a couple of months before I did, and when news spread that I was recently single, our coworkers assumed Alyx and I would start dating. 

Alyx and I joked about it, but neither one of us had the guts to make the move. It's not that I didn't find her attractive, but I wasn't pining for her either. This was also my first post-college job, and I wasn't sure I was ready to risk it all right out of the gate.

On the other hand our conversations got much spicier, especially when we were alone on Sunday evenings. They ramped up pretty swiftly, starting with "Yeah, I'm feeling a bit pent up lately" and graduating to "it's been a month, I need to get fucked immediately."

One Sunday night, Alyx started telling me about her recent masturbatory habits, how she'd bookend our solo shifts with her vibrator. 

"I fire that thing up before I come in, so I don't say something that will get me in trouble with you, and then I have to go home and do it again anyway because of YOU!"

"Don't blame me," I replied. "Though, it turns me on knowing that I'm the reason you're burning through batteries."

"Shut up," she said, cackling. "I have plenty in my spank bank, I don't need to go giving you an ego."

"Riiiiiight. Keep telling yourself whatever you need to."

She looked over at me and smiled. "Maybe you're onto something," she quipped as she settled back into her desk.

My mind was running wild. I couldn't stop imaging Alyx on her bed, legs spread, her purple vibrator buzzing away on her clit. I knew it was purple because she'd shown me a photo of her bedside arsenal, and mentioned the purple one was her favorite. 

"I could fuck her right now if I wanted to," I thought to myself. "No one is that open if they don't want to fuck."

But I didn't have the guts to try. I just sat there, red faced, my dick hard as a rock under my desk. I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate if I didn't take care of it. So I got up from my desk and hightailed it to the mens room. I knew no one else was in the building and I would be uninterrupted. 

I had nothing but my imagination, but that's all it needed. I closed my eyes and imagined Alyz in all her naked, orgasmic glory, and came into the toilet. 

I must have looked disheveled because as soon as I came back, Alyx looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Uhhhh where were you? Are you ok?"

I threw all caution to the wind. "You got me fucked up, I had to go take care of business or I'd never get work done."

Her eyes got wide, she gave me another wry smile, and giggled. "Hey, at least now I know I'm not the only one."

My heart was about to beat out of my chest. She played it so much cooler than I could have. I started to giggle, and my face burned with redness. 

"You're kidding me," I said with my voice quivering. 

"Nope, I've got needs, no one was here, and I was bored."

"How often have you done it?"

"Not much. Before you started here, I did it maybe 3 or 4, but I've only done it once recently."

"Holy shit..." I said, trailing off. "That's so fucking hot."

Alyx popped up from her desk, smiling and red faced like me. "I'll be right back, myself."

"No fucking way, are you serious!?" I called after her.

"Shut up! Don't look at me!" she called out over her shoulder as she weaved through the cubicles.

Alyx came back a little later, smiling from ear to ear, cheeks still flushed with pink. From embarrassment or orgasm, I couldn't assume, but it was hot either way. 

She didn't say anything when she sat down. I didn't say anything. I clacked away at my keyboard when she muttered "You tell anyone about this, I'll kill you."

"No problem," I replied.

From there, all hell broke loose. Alyx and I were almost always on the Sunday shift together, so we would spend the weekdays working each other up. Sending texts whenever we masturbated at home. Flirting over lunch. Teasing in the hallways. 

And then on Sundays we'd go to town on ourselves in our respective bathrooms. We didn't have a system, there was no rhyme or reason. Sometimes we'd get into the building and give each other the nod. Other times it would be near the end of the shift.

Most times we made it about 2 hours into the shift. We would continue the banter, we'd flirt and work each other up, and let the tension build. Eventually one of us would stand up.

"Is it time?" 

"Yes it is!"

We'd scamper off, giggling like school kids the whole way. She would note the bulge starting to form under my slacks and tease me about it.

"Oh looks like someone is nice and thick today!"

"Like you aren't dripping under there..."

"Oh I am, but you just can't tell."

We had a pretty good system, and more often than not, we'd exit the restrooms at exactly the same time, high fiving on the way back to our desks. Satisfied and happy!

A few times toward the end she would moan loud enough for me to hear through the walls. It always made cum harder and faster. 

After she nailed down a new job about 5 hours away, we joked about how we had to go back to sad solo sessions, and floated the idea that maybe we could have phone or video sex once she was settled in. While that never happened, she did have one last surprise in store for me.

On our last Sunday together, we were well into our usual horny routine, when she said "Ok, let's get in there!"

As we got up, Alyx sternly said "Make sure you take your phone."

I had no clue what was up her sleeve, and I couldn't fathom that we'd give phone sex a trial run in that situation. Instead, we split up to go to our bathrooms, and she stopped.

"Check your email."

I went into the stall and opened my email to see she had just sent me three pictures of her topless. She was brightly lit against a stark black background. It looked like she'd taken them recently.

I let out an involuntary "holy fuck" as I rushed into the stall. I didn't bother locking it, as I knew she was the only other person in the building. 

I unzipped and pulled out my throbbing cock. I swiped across the 3 photos constantly, crippled by indecision on which was my favorite. I felt my orgasm start to build up when I was brought back to reality by someone calling my name.

My heart raced, my ears burned red hot, and I was convinced that I had just been caught, dick in hand. 

Instead, I quickly realized what was happening. Alyx was moaning my name. While I'd heard her pleasures before, she'd never been specific. She was masturbating to the thought of me. 

I got back into it, finally settling on the most well-lit photo of hers, concentrating on her perfect pink nipples. 

Alyx moaned my name again. "Fuck me...fuck me just like that. You know you want to fuck me."

I lost all control and came so hard my knees started to buckle. Rope after rope shot out of me and into the toilet. 

I made some half hearted attempt at putting myself back together and walked out. Alyx was standing there and she high fived me again, but our hand lingered together.

She had a funny look on her face, and then she just blurted out "I didn't wash my hands."

We both burst out laughing, falling into a hug.

"I'm going to miss this," I said to her.

"I am too, but if you come visit me, maybe we can take things a little further."

I never got to visit her, at least not while she was single, so we never played together like that again, but it's one of my great professional memories. 

(This story is told from the perspective of my ex-girlfriend. She kept it secret for years, even after we had broken up. I’m not sure what prompted her to finally tell me, but this is what she said.) 

The summer after our freshman year in college, my boyfriend’s family planned a camping trip to a local campground. They had reserved multiple sites since a large group of the family was going.  

I, 19F, was more than happy to go because I love the outdoors. The one problem me and my bf had though is that we didn’t personally own any camping gear. He said it was fine since his dad had plenty of extra gear. 

So we showed up for the trip with what little stuff we had and went for it. At our site was me, my bf, his dad, his mom, his little brother and his little brother’s friend. While setting up, there was some arguing over who gets which tent, but me and my bf ended up with the nice tent that was the same model as his parents. 

We threw all our stuff inside our tent, set up our bed and then went off to start enjoying the trip. My bf’s cousins, aunts and uncles were staying at a couple other sites a little down the road. We went to hangout with them at their sites since they were all directly next to each other, creating a makeshift compound. 

Over the next two days, his family and I got closer while we all enjoyed nature and partied together at the campground. Nothing felt out of the ordinary with his family and I could tell they really liked me. Everything was going smoothly until the second night, when I made my unforgettable mistake. 

Most of the adults had spent the day drinking at the river, including my bf and I. It was nearly ten o'clock at night now and the party at the compound was staying alive, mostly. Some people had left already, including my bf and his dad. I certainly was starting to drift off too.

Earlier in the night, my bf’s dad had gone to bed at around 8pm. Then my bf had gone to bed, around 9pm. Both of them were pretty drunk and tired when they had started the walk back to our campsite. I decided I’d do the same.

I said goodnight to the group and hugged my bf’s mom who was mostly sober. She said she’d be awake until my bf’s little brother and his friend went to bed. They were currently running around the campsite playing tag so who knew when that would be. 

My time for bed was now though so I started my walk back to our site. It was a super dark night and my phone had died earlier so I couldn’t use it for light. Luckily it wasn’t a far walk. 

I went off the road when I was getting close and weaved my way between some trees to take a short cut to our site. The dark shapes of the trees guided me until suddenly the outline of our tent appeared in front of me.

Stumbling around trying to find the door, but being as quiet as I could, I finally found the front zipper after feeling at the sides of the tent for a while. 

Slowly I unzipped the door until it was open enough for me to get through. I still couldn’t see much of anything at all. I got inside the tent and zipped it up behind me. 

Finally I turned and looked toward the bed, and saw the shape of my boyfriend who looked like he was sleeping on top of the blankets. 

Figures, I thought to myself. I stepped forward and put my knees onto our ‘bed’, which was just a large mattress pad. It felt way more comfortable than earlier so that was a pleasant surprise. 

I reached my hand out to feel for my bf and my hand touched the bare skin of what felt like his thigh. He was on top of the covers, and fuck, was he naked? 

My hand instinctively slid up his leg and grabbed for his dick and… there it was. I wrapped my fingers around his soft cock and lightly squeezed it. 

My bf always loved when I woke him up with head, and I had been horny all day, so I figured why not now?

I brought my mouth down to his soft cock and immediately put the whole thing in my mouth. It was funny how easy I could fit the whole thing when it was soft. 

I sucked on it and twirled my tongue around it. It was small right now in my mouth, letting me squeeze it with my tongue easily. 

His cock didn’t take long for it to start to grow and stiffen. Soon, I couldn’t fit the whole thing in my mouth anymore so I resorted to bobbing my head up and down on it. Occasionally I took it out of my mouth to twirl my tongue around to tip.

Once it was big enough to stroke, I grabbed my bf’s cock with one hand and rubbed it while my tongue played with the tip. He felt a lot harder for me than I’d expected he would with how much he drank today… and it almost felt like his dick was still getting bigger. 

I kept sucking my bf’s cock and astonishingly, it felt like I could fit both my hands on it easily. Oh fuck, I thought to myself. I grabbed the cock with both hands and kept the tip in my mouth. Is this my bf’s cock? 

I kept sucking but slowed down the pace. I was about to start panicking. The cock was still getting bigger in my hands. There was no way this was my bf’s cock. 

I was sucking his dad’s cock. Holy fucking shit. 

My instinct told me to cry out and scream and run… but I’d cause a scene… and what if… what if he didn’t even know it was me? It was almost pitch black in here and he was just sleeping. What… what would my bf’s mom do? Finish him and let him immediately pass out again?

Fuck I didn’t know what I was doing and I didn’t know what to do. Still, I had his dick in my mouth,  I just kept blowing him and rubbing him. If I kept going like it was normal, it’d be normal right? I knew what I was doing, I could finish him quickly and then try to slip out. 

But fuck, what if he mentions it to his wife? There’s no way he wouldn’t mention it to his wife. I kept sucking anyway.

At that point, I decided, fuck it. I’ll give him the best blowjob of his life so he’ll know it wasn’t his wife. He’ll probably think it was a dream.

 I put as much of his cock in my mouth as I could and worked the shaft with my tongue. Meanwhile I used both hands to rub his lower shaft and balls. 

Within half a minute I felt him flexing and throbbing. Cum sprayed into the back of my throat causing me to stop and focus on swallowing the load. 

I made sure to keep my throat open while he pulsed and emptied himself into me. Once it was over I took him out of my mouth and leaned back. Without saying anything, I grabbed the zipper to the front door and opened it up. 

I stepped outside and closed the tent. I was in pure disbelief. Especially in disbelief that my bf’s dad hadn’t said anything, he was silent the whole time without even a groan. 

Whatever, I needed to get out of here. I stumbled past a couple more trees and then found it, my actual tent. Right where we had set it up earlier. Damn was I that messed up?

Opening the front door, it looked exactly the same as the other tent, confirming I wasn’t that dumb. The shape of my bf was on the other side of the bed though, and our bed wasn’t nearly as comfortable. 

When I got in bed, my bf didn’t even wake up. He was in a super deep sleep from all the activities and drinking he’d done today. He also wasn’t asleep naked, he was in his clothes. 

After curling up, I passed out within minutes. Hoping, just hoping, I wouldn’t hear anything about this in the morning. 

The sexy bit starts at ---

After my A-levels, I didn’t really know what to do with myself for a while. I started studying law, then switched to geography. But neither suited me. So I left university and worked at a newspaper for a while. During that time, I realised where my interests are set, I wanted to study communication studies. But I didn’t want to do that at my own university; I felt the need for a fresh start. So I looked for a university further away. A new town, a new environment. Apart from my father, with whom I was living, I didn’t know a soul there.

In a seminar I was attending, however, a young woman caught my eye. I lived in a small village just outside the city and had already seen her on the same bus once or twice. So she didn’t live far from me and was studying the same subject as me. She was a little younger than me, but a bit further along in her studies because, unlike me, she’d known straight after her A-levels exactly what she wanted to study. She’s the one I’m talking about. I’ll call her Lili. This is the story of our first time.

Over the course of the semester, during which we grew closer, we attended a seminar together. We didn’t have a group project together, but as part of our assessment, each of us had to present a topic in one session. The topics we were assigned overlapped to a certain extent. You could say it was something like the prologue and the main body of a single topic. I presented the main part, Lili the prologue. That wasn’t unusual, such arrangements came up time and again. We arranged to prepare for it together, at least some parts of it. We met in the library to define the scope of our topics. We sat down at a table with two coffees and had covered the essentials quite quickly. The conversation then gradually shifted from the academic to the personal, and we told each other about ourselves. She was from the local area and was therefore able to tell me a little about the village where we lived. Time passed more quickly than we’d expected, and I think we both realised that we were, in some way, interested in each other. In the weeks that followed, I noticed – particularly during the seminar – that she kept glancing my way. The day of our presentations arrived and we both delivered well; overall, we had a great double lesson with plenty of participation. It just went really well and the professor was very pleased with us too. After the seminar, which always lasted 90 minutes, she asked me if I wanted to celebrate our great presentations somehow. There was a pizzeria in our village, and they served good, local beer too. “Deal,” I said, and we arranged to meet that very evening. We had a lovely dinner and got to know each other even better. I started to really like her.

After dinner, I walked her home. She was still living with her parents too, except that hers hadn’t got divorced. At her front door, she thanked me once more for the lovely evening.

“I thought it was lovely too.”

We looked into each other’s eyes for a moment and I realised that Lili was giving me the green light. I’m usually the shy type, but she made it easy for me. She left no doubt that she was hoping for more than just a handshake. So I leaned in towards her and our lips met for her first kiss.

“I’d love to invite you to my place, but my parents are at home and I’ve got a lecture first thing tomorrow morning at 8 o’clock,” she said.

“No problem at all. I’ve already had a lovely evening.”

Then I thought for a moment.

“I actually live in a shared flat with my dad, and he won’t be there tomorrow evening (it was a Friday), at weekends he’s usually with his new girlfriend.”

“Hmm… alright, then let’s put it off until tomorrow,” she said with a wink. She gave me another kiss and I watched her as she opened her front door. Back at my place, I thought to myself that tomorrow might turn out well and that I should be prepared. So the next day, before going to Uni, I popped out to buy a packet of condoms.

In the evening, Lili came around and we chilled out on my bed in my little room whilst watching a movie.

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We were watching some romantic comedy or other, I can’t remember the exact title. To be honest, I didn’t really take much in from the film either. Lili snuggled up to me during the film and all I could think about was her warm body and the floral scent of her hair. I tried to stay cool, but I couldn’t stop myself from getting a slight erection. And women notice that sort of thing. No matter what you lot think, lads. Women pick up on that sort of thing. And so did Lili. At some point she looked up and gazed into my eyes for what felt like an eternity. It took me a bit longer than usual to realise she was giving me the green light again. But eventually it all clicked into place and I kissed her. This time, unlike outside her front door yesterday, it didn’t stop at a more or less shy kiss. This time, it quickly turned into a full-blown make-out session. Lili clearly wasn’t in the mood for caution and restraint any more. She tugged at my T-shirt and then helped me take it off. That’s when I knew how this evening would end.

I then helped her take off her top, and perhaps it’s worth describing Lili briefly at this point. Lili has a dark-skinned grandmother, which is why she herself has slightly darker skin. And although her hair isn’t classically frizzy, it is black and curly. She also has dark brown eyes. She’s certainly very pretty, and on top of that, she’s been blessed with a curvy figure. She’s about 170 cm (5’7 ft) tall and has a gorgeous, voluptuous ass. Up top, too, she’s very well equipped with a DD cup.

Her breasts were held in place by a black lace bra, and for a moment I could do nothing but admire the sight. Lili couldn’t help but grin at my obviously intimidated expression. So, with a practised movement, she unhooked her bra, and her large breasts were now exposed before me for the first time. “Oh wow,” was all I could manage, and I couldn’t move my eyes away. That made Lili giggle, and she took my hands to place them on her boobs. “I’m not made of sugar,” she whispered to me, and that snapped me out of my stupor. As I kneaded her big tits, we then dropped the rest of our clothes. Soon we were lying completely naked next to each other, groping each other intensely. Her hand was stroking my cock and my fingers were wandering into her slit. Without saying a word, she then took my cock into her mouth and, at that moment, I received the only second blowjob of my still-young life. After a few minutes, I realised I was nearly there and warned her that I was about to cum. To buy some time and return the favour, I climbed between her legs and licked her smoothly shaved pussy. I was still quite inexperienced at that too, but Lili’s reaction consisted of loud moans. So I must have been doing something right. But she didn’t want to come from my oral skills either, so at some point she pulled me up towards her.

“Come on, put it in,” she gasped into my mouth.

“Wait, I’ve got condoms here, just a moment,” I said, reaching into my bedside table drawer. Just as I was about to tear open the packet, she put her hand on mine and stopped me.

“Would you mind doing it without one?” she asked me. I was completely taken aback. I’d never had sex without a condom before, mainly out of fear of an unwanted pregnancy. That’s why I hesitated.

“I’m on the pill, so don’t worry,” she said. She must have been able to see the doubt written all over my face.

“Are you sure?” I asked her.

“Yes, I am. I’ve been on the pill for a while now. I’d started taking it back then especially for my ex-boyfriend, but we’ve been split up for quite a while now. And somehow I found it nicer and more intense without a condom.”

That gave me pause for thought. I really liked Lili, but I definitely wasn’t ready to become a father. On the other hand, there she was, this gorgeous young woman, naked, asking me to do it with her without a condom. I simply couldn’t refuse.

So I put the condom back and lay down between her spread legs again. I could always pull out, after all. We looked into each other’s eyes for a moment, then she took my cock and guided it to her slit. She was so wet by now that, even though she was very tight, I sank almost completely inside her on the very first try. So that was it – for the first time, I felt the inside of a pussy without a layer of latex in between. It was as if I’d been having sex in 720p up until then and, from one moment to the next, got an upgrade to 4K. That very first time, inside a pussy without a condom – you never forget that. It took me a moment to process my feelings, and then I slowly began to move. Lili wrapped her hands around me and pulled me closer to her with every thrust. We both kept moaning and kissing passionately. My hands wandered to her big, bouncing tits, whilst her hands dug into my back. I can’t say how long that went on for, but it can’t have been more than five minutes before I realised an orgasm was building up. So I slowed my movements down to take a bit of the pressure off.

"Is something wrong?" she asked me.

"I don’t want to cum just yet, so I need to take a little break," I replied.

“Forget it, just cum, we can do it again afterwards,” she said.

Wow, the girl meant business.

So I picked up the pace again. Her breasts bobbing back and forth made me even hornier, and I planned to come on her tits.

“Oh shit, I’m about to cum,” I announced, already starting to pull my cock out of her.

“Please leave it in,” she moaned, pulling me towards her. “I want to feel it,” she breathed into my ear, just as I started to shoot inside her. Six spurts at least of my cum fired into Lili’s tight pussy. It was the most intense climax of my life so far. Eventually, I pulled out of her flooded pussy and laid down beside her. “Oh jeez, do you have a tissue for me?” she then asked me.

I handed her a box of Kleenex and, in my post-orgasmic state, didn’t realise at first exactly what she was up to. She then held a tissue to her pussy and tried to catch all the cum that was about to run out of her again.

“God, I’ve never seen so much before,” she laughed, a little incredulously, as several tissues became soaked through.

“Sorry,” I said, trying to apologise awkwardly.

“It’s all right,” she reassured me, “I just don’t want to make a mess of your bed.”

She then disappeared into the bathroom for a moment and came back a little later.

“Everything you drop into me just comes back out at some point,” she giggled as she laid down next to me again. We talked a bit more about what had just happened, how it was for you and so on. But Lili hadn’t had her climax yet, which I could tell because at some point she started running her hands over my body again. At some point, she took my still-sticky dick into her mouth and sucked it until I was hard again. I’d actually wanted to go to pee, but Lili had other plans. Because as soon as I was standing upright again, she swung one leg over me and sat on my cock. Perhaps because of traces of my cum that were still inside her, I slid right back into her. This time she wanted to have some fun, using me like a human dildo.

She rode me like a wild stallion, circling her wide hips and bobbing up and down. As she did so, she kept rubbing her clitoris against my pubic area, giving herself extra stimulation. It didn’t take her long to reach orgasm. She convulsed, moaning loudly. She had one of those full-body orgasms that made her tremble. As she did so, she dug her fingernails into my chest until it was almost painful, but in a good way.

Eventually, she opened her half-closed eyes again and looked at me with her flushed but happy face.

“Wow, that was worth it,” she murmured as she leaned down towards me and we kissed lovingly once more.

"Are you nearly there yet? We could change positions," she said. I wasn’t actually that close to an orgasm yet, so I laid on top of her again. I gently started thrusting into her once more and picked up the pace. But as she was still very sensitive, I tried not to go too fast. Lili, however, pressed her big boobs against me, which quickly ramped up my arousal again, and I involuntarily started thrusting faster once more. She responded with soft moaning. So my climax came sooner than I’d hoped. In hindsight, I probably could have spared myself the question. But I asked her anyway if I could cum inside her again.

With a mixture of giggles and moans, she managed to say, “Yes dummy, cum inside me, shoot it all in me,” and before she could even finish the sentence, I came. Once again, my cock, buried deep inside her, released all my cum into her hot snatch. The amount was smaller this time, but still enough to fill her right up.

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Lili and I carried on seeing each other casually for a few weeks after that evening. The following summer, however, she completed her bachelor’s degree and moved far away to do her master’s. So we ended things in a very mature way. But I’ll never forget the evening when I was able to feel a pussy unprotected and was allowed to cum inside a girl for the first time. Thanks, Lili ;)

Around three years ago I (now f26) was hustling as a sales person for a company that sold CRM systems. Pay was almost all bonus so every close mattered. It was end of the month and I needed one more signature or the quarterly bonus was gone and I’d be fucked for rent.

I had a meeting booked with the director of operations at a vehicle dealership network. I figured I’d look him up beforehand and learned he was around his fifties, he had ‘single’ status (thank god some leave their private info out on their socials). I set the meeting for the last slot of the day on purpose so the office would be mostly empty in case I needed to go the extra mile...

I showed up in a tight black pencil skirt that stopped just above the knee, a white blouse buttoned low enough that the lace of my bra peeked every time I leaned forward, and heels that made my legs look longer than they are (even tho I’m quite tall almost 5′9″) . I didn’t wear any jacked that day, my hair was down and put just enough perfume on that you’d notice if you got close.

We sat in his office and I went through the pitch the way I always did, the boring stuff like numbers, case studies, how it would cut their admin time blah blah. I kept my voice steady and professional but I let my eyes stay on his a second or two longer, crossed and uncrossed my legs slowly, leaned in when I slid the demo tablet across the desk so the top of my blouse opened a little more. Ofc the big director watched, I could feel it.

Still, he wasn’t sold. I remember he kept circling the same doubts, saying the system sounded complicated, that his managers wouldn’t use it, the usual excused I’d often hear at meetings. I could see the sale dying right there. I had the contract already printed and sitting in my folder. All it needed was his signature.

I knew I had to call plan B. I stood up, walked around to his side of the desk and sat on the edge right next to him. I told him I understood the hesitation but that I’d personally make sure the rollout went smooth. While I talked, I leaned and let my hand rest on his thigh, light at first, then a little higher. He didn’t move away. I slid closer until my knee pressed against his leg and said if he signed today I’d make the whole process a lot more enjoyable for him.

When his breathing changed, I knew I had to make use of the situation I just created and progress things. I took his hand and put it on my thigh under the skirt, guided it higher until his fingers were against the edge of my underwear. He was so aroused, I unzipped him, pulled his cock out and stroked it while I pushed the contract in front of him with my other hand. Then I told him to sign. He did, still full of hesitation commenting “I shouldn’t be doing this” but his eyes still locked on my hand moving on him.

The second the ink was dry I dropped to my knees between his legs. I had no idea if his office was locked or anyone could enter. While on my knees I took him in my mouth and sucked him deep, slow at first then harder, the way I knew would get him there fast. He stayed quiet except for the occasional low sound, he was very careful with any noises.

When he was close I stood up, pushed my skirt up and my underwear aside, straddled him in the chair and sank down onto his cock. Then rode him right there in his office until he came, gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks (the marks were gone the next day). I stayed on him a minute longer, then fixed my clothes, took the signed contract, left his copy on the desk, gave him a wink and walked out. I don’t think he was in trouble as I didn’t see anyone on my way out. I did get my quarterly bonus btw.

I've been in a situationship with this girl for a few weeks and I've noticed that she behaves very differently when I get back from a workout. You know when you finish working out or going for a run and it's like of sweaty and hot down there between your legs? It's like she wants to get my pants off right away and have her face down there ASAP.

The other week I let her stay at my apartment after work while I went to the gym and when I came back she was all over me. She got me out of my sweatpants and started blowing me right there before I could do anything!

I'll pick her up from somewhere after the gym or we'll meet at my apartment and she just NEEDS my gym shorts down and she starts licking my balls and blowing me. I feel her brushing her face against my balls and taking them in her mouth and it's soooooo good. When she puts one of my balls in her mouth, I can feel her nose touching my shaft and I can feel her breath me in.

It's soooooo relaxing and it kinda feels like she's taking all the work from the workout and just letting me unwind. I can feel the nice chill on my balls and she licks me all over. She gets so slobbery with it too.

Leg days get her extra excited. She buries her face between my legs and smells me. She says that she loves the way I smell down there after a long workout. It's so hot and I just use her mouth like another piece of equipment.

She got a day pass the last two days that I worked out. The first time we fooled around in the car, but went back to my place because we didn't want anyone seeing.

The second time, she put her head between my legs on the drive back and started blowing me! I've never had that happen before and it's honestly pretty dangerous haha but super hot

It was 2 weeks after our first cuck experience (see my previous post). We took our time talkig about what happened, setting the boundaries etc. Nadia, now empowered by all the new possibilities that have opened for her didn't waste any time though. At first we were just using one, local dating app as a couple, but after the first time she went all in with every "mainstream" dating app to look for more bulls. For a reminder: I'm a skinny 5'8 guy, never been the sports type, with 6 inch dick, average girth. My ex, Nadia is 5'2 brunette, working out regularly, thick thigh, 75D cup.

The deal on the day it happened was simple. She invites a guy (M20, 6'4 tall, skinny) on her day off, they would meet up for a coffee and wait for me till I finish work. Simple as that, right? Well it was untill 3.30pm, half an hour before my shift should end - "Hey, Miles, there's been a situation blah blah blah." Had to stay longer, few hours longer as it turned out. I pulled my phone up and texted Nadia: "Hey babe, I won't finish on time, any chance you two can wait for me?"

Few minutes later I got the text back from her, "Not gonna happen bro" - followed by video snap. The guy took her phone and recored his POV of how she was kissing and dry humping him, begging not to wait for me. Not gonna lie, I got hard in an instant. Knowing there was no way of stopping it I just texted them "Have fun".

I have never felt the time passing so damn slow. Minutes felt like hours. I was stuck doing someone else's job while imagining how my sweet girl is being fucked. They knew how to torture me - I've been getting lots of snaps from them. Of course, to keep me on edge, every snap was made with the blurry "sensitive content" filter with no audio... I could only imagine that he was fucking her brains out, at least that's what I could assume by the blurry movement...

I was finally free to go and trust me on that, I literally raced home. By the time I got there the guy was already gone. Nadia was still in bed, bent over on the side, messy hair, makeup ruined, couple of hickeys on her neck, tits, bruises on her arms legs and ass.

"Had fun?" - I asked. She didn't even bother looking at me, that's how exhausted she was. "I think I'm in love" - she replied. What followed was a short convo on how great the guy was and how much she enjoyed it. I asked if they made uncensored videos for me by any chance. They did, but I could only watch them if I ate her out.

I didn't think this through. I agreed right away, got down on my knees and started kissing and licking. It hit me right away - the taste was different, I was actually eating out the guy's cum. Didn't really enjoy the taste. Nadia started laughing as soon as she noticed my reaction. "Keep eating babe, he left it deeper in me than you ever could" - she said.

It didn't take me long to make her used (or even destroyed) pussy cum. And as promised, I got to watch what they were up to... as long as I jerked off myself as she was "too tired to take care of me"

The guy's cock was even bigger than the last one's. Both longer and girthier. Nadia could barely fit it in her mouth... the first "scene" she showed me was the sloppiest blowjob I've ever seen in my life. She was trying her best to please him while gagging with every thrust, she didn't have a throat deep enough for such guys. Her mouth was dripping with saliva and pre cum, which the guy regularly smeared over her face during breath breaks. At this point I felt like marrying the whore I called my "babe".

Next - there was a video of how slowly he was entering and stretching Nadia's pussy in missionary. She sounded so helpless, desperate, yearning for this huge cock to go deeper. Then it was a series of short vids showing how he was fucking her harder and harder. Missionary, doggy, cowgirl... My innocent sweet little girl from a month ago was ridind this guys cock like a damn pornstar. Moaning, screaming, begging for more...

Then there was the last video... she was laying on her back, with her legs high up on the guy's shoulders. He was choking her with both hands, giving her slower but powerful thrusts. I still couldn't belive how a dick like that fit in such a tiny pussy. I could see him speeding up, making each thrust more powerful than the last one. Nadia knew he was going to cum, she started kissing him passionately and begging to fill her up and damn, he didn't need convincing... Seconds later I heard loud groan, guy went balls deep into my babe and with each trust he filled her more and more with his cum.

He pulled out of her, his cock wet from Nadia's juices and his cum, pulled her by her hair and stuck it in her mouth. She cleaned it without hesitation... Just as I was seeing this she turned my face towards her and kissed me passionately. I came instantly, came so hard up I hit my and her chins and necks. "Lick. It. Up." - she said irritated - "I didn't let you finish yet."

I did exactly as asked. Once my lips met her neck, she pulled me by my hair so I couldn't back out of licking it all. When I was done she licked my cum off me, grabbed me by my cheeks to open my mouth and spat the rest inside, making me swallow it.

"Good boy" - she said. - "now order me my fav food while I'm gone in the shower"

She left me speechless.

Alright... I'm curious, and since I know bota are watching and I'm curious how they might respond in a strange manner....let's test their creativity, too.

What's been your most inappropriate hookup? Like the one that you know was wrong and weird and kinda like "wtf did we just do?". And since I'm asking, l will go first.

My (now ex) wife and I had gone through a dead bedroom year. Literally 12 months...out of despair, I suggested maybe opening up our relationship. We have a child, delivered via C-section...after that, she never felt desired, and I thought others funding her attractive might help.

It did work out--our sex life recovered...but then she fell for one of her dates. Hard. Her father has passed when she was young, and I think that fetishized something about this guy who looked quite a bit like her dad in photos I've seen. Like he was substantially older. He was kinda sorta unemployed while I worked full time. He could show up when I couldn't. I asked her to stop seeing him, she said she wished she could have married him.

So...his daughter and I seduced each other...

She was fresh out of college, all 4 of us worked at a summer camp. She did not know about my wife and her father at the time. But she and I got close working together intensely at the camp. She tested the waters, flirting with me in front of my wife and seeing if there was any negative response. She would hug me just a little too long, take my hand and hold it while we sat together, even kissed me in front of my wife once.

So when she and I switched to working the grown-up summer camp, it was on. After hours, I told her I was out of shampoo. She invited me to her campsite to borrow hers and we went to the shower house together...we shared a stall, scrubbed each other's backs...and any hope of restraint collapsed.

It was good. I hadn't received oral sex in probably a decade...wife had no enthusiasm for it and it wasn't good, so I just didn't care about. So, OH MY God!! Now I get it why men are so excited about getting head! She was enthusiastic, eager, and talented.... We fucked like animals, and she was skilled at keeping me on the edge for hours. Seriously gorgeous--my height, generous breasts, flat tummy, firm ass. The longest hair I've ever seen in person, too. Half Asian heritage that gave her skin a golden tone and exotic eyes that you could drown in.

I told my wife about it on the phone the next day.

She dropped a load of my clothing off the next day and I never felt more freedom in my life.

But yeah, that was either my most appropriate or most inappropriate hook up I've ever experienced.

EDIT: postscript

This was over a decade ago. I've remarried since then, happily so. My wife now really is my soul mate, my best friend, and my sex goddess. My wife now actually knows and is friends with the aforementioned affair partner. She knows this story and gets a huge laugh about it--she is another Scorpio.

It’s been a while since my last post. But do I have a story to tell you guys! For context I’m 22 (21 at the time of this story), half British, half Namibian.

I started a new job at this marketing agency. Most of my days are quite dull, consisting of sending email after email. Not much to write home about but I’m getting paid and I have my own office so it’s not much to complain about either.

It was my first week in I noticed that the guy in the office a few doors from mine would be sneaking glances at me and quickly turning his gaze when my eyes met his. I could tell he feared I’d make assumptions about his feelings if I caught him looking, but in looking away so quickly he gave himself away.

I don’t know why he was so nervous, he’s a fairly attractive guy. Tall (kinda on the lanky side), short dark brown hair and a bit of a beard, sharp facial features and dark eyes.

It’d been a little while since I’d had any opportunities and I knew I had this man in the bag so I decided to have a little fun.

I knew he’d take it if I gave it to him, so I wanted to challenge myself, and him by the same occasion, to see how long I could hold out, and how much fun I could have in between.

I knew I couldn’t come on too strong, I wanted to make the anticipation build. So I started small. I had just recently moved in to my new place but I still had quite a few things left in boxes, including a new bed frame (I got lazy and tired and a little intimidated by it so I’d just put the mattress on the floor for the time being).

So I went up to him and, seeing as I “didn’t know that many people here I wondered if he’d be willing to help”. He practically gulped when I approached him but he regained his composure to attempt a nonchalant response. “Yeah sure I’m free I think” was what he got out. I smiled and returned to my desk.

After work was ended for the day we left together and after a short train ride where we exchanged small talk about the new job (he had joined not long before I got there), and eventually made it to my place.

I had a box of clothes still left to put in the closet and asked if he could start on the bed frame while I put them away. He gladly accepted and I made sure to take extra time inspecting some of the lingerie before putting them away, knowing the visuals they’d conjure in him. As expected I caught a couple of glances and deflected by asking him how the bed was going. “Yeah, good good” he’d say.

The pièce de résistance of this play was that I knew I had a vibrator in this box and I knew just what to do with it. It was a little scary, a bit of an escalation, but I had to do it. I “accidentally” droppped it and watched it bounce and roll over in his direction. I saw him try and pretend he didn’t see it and I gave him a nervous chuckle as I “apologised”. I liked to imagine the thoughts I was putting in his head was what was making him sweat but realistically it was probably the bed.

I asked him if he wanted help and he stoically declined. I could tell he was somewhat struggling but he wanted to make a good impression so I let him have that.

Since he didn’t want help, I offered him a drink, which he accepted. I poured both of us a glass of red wine and he cheers’ed to this new apartment and to this bedframe. “To the bedframe” I laughed back. We proceeded to have a couple more glasses while chatting about past jobs and past colleagues.

Eventually the bedframe was finished and I insisted I at least help put the mattress on there for the finishing touch. With that done I stumbled over to him to give him a big thank you hug. My DDs squeezing against his lower chest. I looked up to see him tense up, his breathing started shaking a little. “Is this a hug or a hug hug?” He must’ve been wondering. Being so tantalisingly close to his lips and a few glasses in I almost threw away the whole plan then and there. I composed myself and loosened up my grip on him. The hour was getting late and the bed was made so I took the opportunity to ask if he wanted to just crash for the night, which he once again adopted a nonchalant attitude to respond to. It was honestly so adorable how hard he was trying to not let it on that his heart was pounding out of his chest.

I told him that if he wanted to sleep in my bed he’d have to take a shower as he’d been sweating for hours. “Uh sure if that makes you more comfortable I guess.” He mumbled. I told him he could use one of my towels to dry off and I sent him off to get freshened up.

You have no idea how tempted I was to walk in on him in the shower and share it with him, but I hadn’t resisted so far only to give him everything now. So I waited, nursing a final glass of wine to drown the last vestiges of my nerves for what I was about to do. I lounged in the bed as I heard the shower stop and watched as he came out of the shower, towel around his waist. I could see his body more clearly now, definitely thin but ever so slightly toned. He stood a little awkwardly, maybe he was waiting for me to say something, maybe he was worried about getting the freshly installed bed damp with his freshly wetted hair.

Now was the time for all the pieces of my plan to come together. I could’ve just given it all to him immediately, what’s the fun in that? I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to need me. I wanted him to be able to think of nothing else but the carrot at the end of the stick I was holding, perpetually at arms reach.

I was pretty tipsy at this point but I knew I’d have to play it up a bit for this to work. “You know, there’s something I’ve always wanted to try…” I giggled. “Oh yeah? What’s that?” He mumbled, his eyes locked in on me, starting to widen slightly with hope. “I’ve never had a man jerk off for me.” I said, rolling over onto my chest. “Is that something you’d want to do for me?” I whispered. I could see the desire in his body wrestling with the confusion in his eyes. This was not what he expected, but his reaction was everything I could’ve ever hoped for. “Okay.” He replied, his voice ever so shaky, adrenaline pumping through his veins. That was it. I controlled him. Here and now, he was mine. From that point on I knew he’d do anything I asked.

“Then take off that towel, and sit in that chair.” I instructed. I could see him hesitate a moment. But his member had already agreed. “It’s okay, I won’t bite.” I smirked. He loosened the towel at his waist and dropped it next to him. His dick was swelling precipitously. He sat down and I could see he was hoping for something from me. I didn’t want to scare him off so I rolled onto my back and placed my hand over my chest, very slowly beginning to caress.

He gripped his dick, now rock hard, probably so hard it hurt, and began stroking. Slow at first, but it sped up considerably when I arched my back and reached into my pants and started to finger myself. His dick wasn’t huge, probably around five inches, but fairly girthy. It continued like this, me stroking my chest, rubbing my clit, while his pace quickened and his mouth widened. His brow furrowing with as much pleasure as I’m sure confusion, “When is she going to show me something” his expression read.

“Do you want me?” I whispered. “Yes” he moaned back. “Tell me you want me.” I replied. “I want you… I want you so bad” his breathing staggered. He was getting closer, time for the climax. I rolled back onto my chest, my hand still in my pants, my boobs pressed against the mattress. Seeing him get close was turning me on so much, seeing him forget he was jerking off fully naked in front of a fully clothed girl giving him none of what he wanted most.

I could tell him to cum, but I didn’t want him to do it because I asked, I wanted him to do it because he just couldn’t hold it anymore. My rubbing intensified, without meaning to I started practically humping the bed. My hornyness got the better of me and I let out a little moan. That did it. Sent him over the edge. His whole body spasmed, letting out a series of high pitched groans as his manhood sprayed his chest full of his offspring.

I came right ass the post nut clarity started to hit him. He looked dazed, like he couldn’t believe he just did that, he couldn’t look me in the eyes. I let him sit in the moment, watching his cock leak out the last remaining bits of cum as it drooped.

“That was amazing, thank you.” I whispered. He perked up, his eyes lighting up with the sound of my validation. “Yeah?” He croaked. “Yes.” I answered, “that was perfect.”. The smile of relief that went across his face was beautiful.

“You can clean yourself with the towel.” I instructed. I stood up and walked over to the wardrobe, for a brief moment forgetting to look drunker than I was, but I caught myself “I need to get comfortable, would you mind closing your eyes while I change?”. “Uh yeah sure” he mumbled back. He closed his eyes and I stripped in front of him, giving him the show of his dreams if only he opened them. It was a little titillating to think he might, but I knew he wouldn’t for he was a good little boy.

Once I’d changed into my baggy pjs I told him “you can open them now”. He did as he was told, his limp and now significantly smaller flaccid dick lying there. “I’m tired, imma go to bed, feel free to join me.” I said as I got comfy, my back turned to him. He did eventually slip into bed and didn’t disturb me, as I hid the biggest smile on my face.

That was only the beginning of this carrot and stick game, lmk if you want to hear what happened next!

It was crazy. He whispered this into my ear and my initial reaction was to be offended, but literally a few seconds later I felt this weird rush. It made me horny. I'm going to tell you the thing he whispered and you're going to think it's nothing and I need you to understand that in the moment, standing in a dim hallway at this house party with his mouth against my ear and his hand on my hip, it was the furthest thing from nothing I have ever experienced.

He said: "You seem like you are secretly a whore am I right?"

That's it. That's what broke me.

His name was Lane. We were at a party at someone's house and I didn't know him and he didn't know me and we'd spent the entire evening across the room from each other doing that thing where you keep accidentally making eye contact and then looking away too fast. I was with my friend Dani. She noticed around the third time.

"Just go talk to him" she said.

"I'm not going to go talk to him."

"You're staring."

"I'm glancing. There's a difference."

"There isn't."

She left to get a drink and I was alone by the bookshelf pretending to read spines and he appeared next to me. Tall. Brown eyes. Smelled like something clean and warm. He picked up a book, looked at the back, put it down.

"Any good ones?" he asked.

"I haven't been reading them."

"I know."

That was it. That little exchange. And then we talked for an hour about nothing important and his hand ended up on the bookshelf behind my head and I was leaning back and his face was close and the party noise faded to a hum in my brain.

He leaned in. His mouth next to my ear. And he said the thing. I think part of what I liked about it was how confident it made him seem. Like who the fuck says that shit seriously? And my knees actually buckled a little and I put my hand on his chest to steady myself and I felt his heartbeat under my palm and it was going as fast as mine.

"Come with me" he said. I don't know where the courage came from but I followed him. It was like I was under a spell. Maybe it was the wine. Idk.

He pulled me by the hand down the hallway and we found an empty bedroom. I locked the door and he pushed me on to the bed.

He kissed me. He kissed me hard and his hands were in my hair and mine were grabbing his shirt and I could feel him hard against me through his shorts and my whole body was flushed with excitement.

I dropped to my knees. Not because he asked. Because I wanted to. Because the feeling of him through his jeans had done something to my brain and I needed to taste him. I unzipped his shorts and pulled him out and he was hard and warm in my hand and I looked up at him.

"You don't have to" he said.

"I want to. I really, really want to."

I put my mouth on him and his head tipped back and he exhaled through his teeth and his hand went into my hair. Gentle. Not guiding. Just there.

I went slow. I'm still learning what I like about this. What I've figured out is that I like the weight of a cock on my tongue. I like the way a guy's breathing changes when I do something right. I like the control of it. That I get to decide the pace and the depth and the pressure and he just. Receives it.

My hand worked what my mouth couldn't reach and my tongue moved in patterns I've been practicing and his hips started shifting and small sounds came out of him, barely audible over the party music, and each one made me wetter.

"Your mouth" he said. "Fuck. Your mouth feels so good."

I took him deeper. My jaw stretched and my eyes watered and I could feel him at the back of my throat and I held him there and swallowed around him and the sound he made was the best thing I've ever heard at a party. Better than any song. Better than any conversation.

He came and I wasn't quite ready for it. The first pulse hit the back of my throat and I pulled back a little and swallowed and kept stroking him and he came more, across my tongue, and I held it in my mouth and swallowed everything and wiped my lips with the back of my hand and stood up.

He was leaning against the wall looking demolished. His chest was heaving. His pants were still undone. He looked at me like I was impossible.

"That was" he started.

"I know."

He asked me if I wanted to fuck after that, but I explained to him that I am still a virgin and that i'm waiting. He was pretty respectful about it tbh. "Wow. A virgin who is a whore." he said to me and then we both laughed.

I washed my hands. Checked my hair in the mirror. He was still leaning against the wall watching me.

"Can I get your number?" he asked.

"You should probably zip up first."

He zipped up. I gave him my number. We went back to the party separately and Dani found me ten minutes later and took one look at my face and said "You did something."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Your lipstick is gone."

I touched my lips. She was right.

"We're leaving," she said. "You're going to tell me everything in the car."

I told her most of it. Not the details. Just enough for her to make that face and shake her head and say "Who are you becoming?" in a way that sounded proud and surprised at the same time.

I don't know who I'm becoming. But I like her. I am so much braver than the girl I was six months ago. She drops to her knees in bathrooms at parties and swallows and washes her hands and walks back into the room like nothing happened.

I'm still blushing about it though. Some things don't change.

My husband (38M) and I (38F) have a deal to have sex every weekend. That deal now also includes anal play. It has been a goal of mine for over a decade and a half to be able to have anal sex easily. The ultimate goal has been DP. As I wrote last week “I've been wanting this. I wanted to do dp, I wanted to love anal, I wanted his cock in my ass. I'm so proud of myself, I finally got out of my head and removed the mental barrier keeping me from this for so many years. I want to be an anal slut. I want to keep getting better and better at this.” Well, I’m well on my way. Yesterday was amazing, and I was even impressed with myself. 

As always, it starts with a shower. I laid down and he immediately started feeling me up, massaging my breasts, squeezing my belly softly, and kissing me passionately. I flipped over and got on all fours. He seems to lick and eat better from this angle. He started at my clit and worked his way to my asshole. He moved his mouth all around, fucking both of my holes with his tongue. It felt so good I started grinding myself on his face. He ate me so hard I started to feel teeth. His head was buried between my ass cheeks. He was exactly where he wanted to be, and that made me want it even more. At some point he started finger fucking my pussy as he fucked my ass with his tongue. And then suddenly he stopped. 

He put on a pair of gloves and lubed up his fingers. He used one hand to rub my clit while his other hand worked on my ass. He started with one finger. As he slowly inserted it, I was doing my best to relax my muscles. A few seconds later he realized I was already ready to go up a size, so he inserted his thumb. I got really into it, trying to buck back on it so it would go deeper. I wanted more, it wasn’t enough. So I asked for the dildo - my special smooth red dildo used now only for my ass. He placed a condom on it with some lube and inserted it slowly. It went right in, no pain. He was still rubbing my clit and now he was fucking my ass with the dildo. I got my wand out and turned it on, so he held it on my clit. I asked him to go faster as I bounced back on it. He wasted no time at all, he moved onto his knees and pushed his cock in my pussy, still holding the vibrator on my clit.

He was moving quickly, moving both him and the dildo in and out of my holes. He was still holding the vibrator to my clit somehow. I was out of my mind with pleasure, it felt so good. I wanted more. I begged him to fuck my ass with his cock, I told him that’s where I wanted him to cum. He pulled himself out of my pussy and fucked my ass faster with the dildo, still with the vibrator on my clit. I felt like I was going to cum, but before I did he shoved his cock in my ass. It only went just past the head. He mounted my ass, putting his legs further up besides my thighs. He held his cock there as he fucked me as hard as he could. It didn’t take long before he came.

We both collapsed, drank water, and caught our breath. I wasn’t in any pain, none of it hurt. I was so excited. He kept saying “that was so fucking hot” - probably said it at least a dozen times in about a 15 minute time frame. We both got in the shower to wash away the lube. We talked about what had happened and how I was feeling. I told him both my pussy and ass were tingling and throbbing a little, in a very good way, and that it was turning me on. I asked for my vibrator because I wanted to get off. His dick grew hard again as he watched me hold my wand to my clit. He put some lube on himself and tried fucking my ass while in the missionary position. It didn’t work too well though. So I flipped over, turned the vibrator off, and asked him to fuck my ass again. He mounted my ass again, just how did earlier, and fucked my ass hard. He went deeper this time. I had no clitoral stimulation, just his cock in my ass. To my surprise, and his, I was really into it. It truly felt so good. He came in my ass again, and stayed there for a moment as he softened and caught his breath. He got up and said his cum was already leaking out of me. 

I was still horny though, so I asked him to hold the vibrator on my clit so I could cum. He did, and soon I was grinding on it for several minutes before I finally got what I needed. I laid there for a bit, feeling completely spent. I did eventually get up and wash myself off, again. 

Later in the night, after he was asleep, I got in my favorite recliner with my usual masturbation toy and fucked myself as I watched anal porn. I thought about what I accomplished, how I felt, and what this could mean for the future. I had mentioned to him early in the night that now he has to let me try DP with him and another guy. He didn’t say no, but he did say we’d talk about it a little further in the future. He’s still getting his hormone levels right, I know. And I’m completely fine waiting for that. 

I’m so proud of myself. I finally got out of my own head and kept it there. I made a goal and I’m succeeding at it. I can’t wait to do it again next weekend. 

Hopefully by the end of this you'll understand that the play on words in the title.

I've been down following my forced 'breakup' and utterly failing at keeping my thoughts from spiraling this way and that. Running with my friend only compounds it since she knows every detail of my ended relationship. Binging Netflix only gets you so far.

So enter a chance encounter with my guy friend Jason this weekend. We have been friends since high school and he very quickly fell into my friendzone when we met. He's not bad looking, and i'm sure if things had aligned at the time we might have hit it off. But I was crushing hard on some boy at the time, and then in a relationship someone else later, and by the time I was single, I just knew Jason too well to even consider it. He was a friend and I didn't want to disturb it.

But disturb we/I did on Saturday. To clear my head, instead of just running around the neighborhood as is my norm, I drove to a nearby park to run there. Maybe a change of scenery would help my downwards spiral. Unbeknownst to me, Jason runs there also and we had a random encounter running towards each other down the trail. He recognized me immediately slowing and saying hi long before I recognized who was grabbing my attention, sorry but I was in the zone and I tend not to make eye contact with guys while running safety reasons. By which point I had stopped, struggled to get my earbuds out while looking like a fool, and my sunglasses off before realizing it was Jason. We greeted as expected, customary hellos and awkward questions or "what are you doing here," which is blatantly obvious, before laughing and rephrasing it as "i didn't know you ran here," and "I don't normally but," over talking each other and trying to keep our breathing under control. That's how it started, and how we ended up taking off up the trail together for a few miles before headed back to the cars.

Without thinking it through, I invited Jason back to the house to hang out. It wasn't that he had never been to the house, he had, several times. It wasn't even because of recent events with my parents, or that my family was away looking at universities for my sister this weekend leaving the house empty. It was simply that I had no plans, nor did he, and that's a recipe that ends either to boredom or something less boring if you catch my drift. Either way he accepted the invite and it was too late to back out.

At the house the inevitable occurred, we had no plans and we sat there on the sofa drinks in hand looking blanks at each other. We tried striking up a conversation, but kept coming back to a lull and silence. "Ok, 3 questions it is." Jason looked at me perplexed and puzzled. "You've never heard of 3 questions?" Again, he looked at me like I was speaking a different language. I thought this was more universal than it was apparently, it was a game my family and friends had played for years. Someone throws it out, and it's a way to strike up a conversation. You each take turns asking questions of each other, and typically a common interest is found and conversation flows. "Basically you ask me a question, then I ask you one, whatever topic of interest, we'll find something to talk about."

Jason took a sip of his sparkling water, swallowed and said "any topic?"

It was at that moment that I knew what was coming, where his mind had gone, and where these questions would lead. But why not? And maybe I had secretly wanted this intimacy anyway, and subconsciously created a scenario where this would be the result. So I leaned in, not physically, but in my minds eye. "Sure! I mean, usually the questions stay above board, but I guess, I mean, we're good friends, and we're alone, so if you want to take the filters off, i'm game." Jason smiled. "Well in that case why only 3?" I laughed. "We'll start with 3, maybe more if we're enjoying ourselves, but you have to start," I said. Honestly if he wanted this to be inappropriate, I wanted him to set that tone.

"Fine," he said while taking a sip and putting his water down. "Question 1," he smiled deviously, "I gotta know, thong or no thong under there," he paused while eying and gesturing his head at my shorts, "cause for the life of me I couldn't work it out." I laughed and we exchanged small talk about how he was checking me out while having to run behind me on a few occasions in the park, me calling him a perv out of jest. "Thong, if you must know. I never run without underwear, thats just nasty," I laughed, "but a girl still has to look cute, right?" I probably should have been blushing, but honestly that wasn't the wildest thing I had admitted to by far in recent months, so it honestly didn't even phase me. "Well no, a girl doesn't have to look cute to go for a run, but you make it look effortless," he smiled. "Aww sweet, blek" I fake barfed, "moving on, next," I said, while realizing I had to come up with a question.

I kinda felt like I needed to match his freak. Like I didn't want to progress things and lead him down a path, but also didn't want Jason to feel like he overstepped and get anxious either. I thought a few moments while we bantered as he urged me to "spit it out already" before asking, "so are you a boob guy or a butt guy, given you were clearly staring while i was running." "Oh i'm a butt guy, easy. It's like this," he smiled, "in my opinion, if a girl has a beautiful pair or, ya know, but her butt is flat, she looks imbalanced. Whereas if a girl is flat chested but has an amazing butt, she still looks incredible." He then proceeded to list of several actresses with small breasts and I had to admit I kinda understood where he was coming from. "So which category do I fall into then?" I asked, knowing my B cups are on the small side. "Oh neither, you have both working well for you," he smiled. I'm not sure why I was fishing for a complement, but he had happily obliged.

"Alright," he said without pause, "if I may, and since you brought it up, what size are they anyway, and whose had the privilege of seeing them?" Ok, now I was blushing. "Whoa, alright there Jason, I should make that 2 questions, damn," I laughed, but also felt a flush of excitement. "They're B cups if you must know, and," I proceeded to count on my fingers while listing names from my past. Not a long list, but had some surprises he wasn't anticipating. My best friend, my father, my neighbor, along with a past boyfriend. We ended up talking about how my best friend had seen them (obviously he got the whole girl on girl excitement from that not that she and I have ever fooled around), a brief history on my neighbor, and how it ended, which was also how my dad had seen them. Turned into a bit of a loaded question that he hadn't expected, but it was fun to open up and share.

In retort I bluntly asked, "go on then, have you ever shown it off to anyone, or have you been caught with your pants down so to speak?" We ended up laughing over him getting caught rubbing one out a couple times, ex girlfriends, and once when he was bored over a webcam when he was younger. From his previous question about my boobs, he knew the story of who had seen my crotch was the same answer, so thought hard a bit before asking his third and possibly final question.

"You said filterless, so i'm just gonna spit it out, YOLO," I took a sharp breath and my eyes widened not knowing what to expect, he smiled and locked eyes with me, the tension intensified, "how do you like your steak cooked?" he asked. Honestly my mind did backflips and turned inside out while trying to process this. My face a picture of confusion. "Look this is serious, it's important. And you said whatever I wanted, and I want to know, tell me," he was enjoying this far too much. "Medium, no medium rare," I spluttered as if the pressure was too much for me. "Are you sure, you don't see, sure." "Yes, yes, medium rare, what on earth, yes." Jason was all but crying at this point knowing the knots he had tied me up into.

"You're an ass," I laughed, "but i'll have my revenge," I said eyeing him and leaning forward to face him directly. "Last question," I said in a way to indicate he wasted his last shot on a joke, messing with his head. And I was upping the game and he couldn't participate just to twist the knife, "a fantasy you have lived out, and a fantasy you haven't."

He sat back almost confident in himself instead of cringing or freezing up, which was really frustrating. "Oh that's fun," he said in an agreeable way, which only annoyed my further. "Hmmm," Jason continued amping it up. "Past fantasy, [an ex] of mine and I had sex in the woods several times. Like places we would get caught if we kept it up. Always naked just to make sure we were sunk if someone came. Both always quasi hoping to be caught by a cute person who would join in. Never happened though." He paused, but we ended up talking over those experiences and how I could never do that though feeling the thrill of it. Finally Jason admitted that his uncompleted fantasy was cum play, which definitely took him a bit of effort to say. But again after talking it over he all but had me convinced. Sex is messy, why should women stereotypically have to accept either tasting it even slightly while giving head, or having it in their mouth, or swallow it, or best case, having it on their body for them to have to clean up but men were omitted from it. Shouldn't they have to experience the same thing as women? He further went on to explain that he loves watching a woman taste themselves, its sexy, so why is there such a taboo on men and cum? Like I said, by the end of it I was basically his cheerleader.

We sat back, both satisfied with the game, and honestly unashamed of any information we shared with each other. "Do I not even get to ask that same question back? Jason asked, that's messed up, he laughed. I smiled, rules are rules, I joked before relenting. "Fine, you can ask me a twist on the same question, but not the same question, deal?"

He mulled it over, "what is someones fantasy that you've been a part of with or without knowing about it?"

I paused having not expected it. It was a curious question, and certainly thought provoking. There were fantasies that I was aware of that had been brought to my attention, all from my best friend (again he enjoyed the girl on girl images in his mind as I shared them), but those didn't count as they hadn't occurred. It took some thought, but eventually I said, "i'm not sure if this counts, but when I was younger, during a house party, a neighbors son was caught snooping in my bedroom. I certainly didn't know it was happening, but is it fair to say that was a fantasy of his?" Jason chuckled, "yeah, that counts, little pervert, i've never done that, but can't say I never thought about it." We went on to talk about how I had felt after finding out, and a TV show that was sort of the same thing, a dating show were contestants were chosen for dates based on what was found in their bedrooms. I remember it, but neither of us could remember what it was called.

The conversation had lulled again and I made myself busy getting Jason a second drink, telling him not to stare at my ass as I walked towards the kitchen, him deliberately and obviously staring in protest, us both chuckling. "So do we get more questions then, you did say maybe, and we were having fun, what do you say?" Jason asked while taking the drink out of my hand. "Alright, but that last question was really my question, so again, you're up," I said. "Nice!" Jason exclaimed with excitement and launched right into it. "So if that little kid were to go snooping now, what do you think he would find that would excite him?"

The question landed with a blow, and my mind hollered at me with alarm bells blazing. Just answer it, answer it with words. It's easy. Don't do it. Don't do what you're mulling over. Just tell him. Shut up conscious mind, you're not in control right now my pent up frustration yelled back.

And before I could stop myself, I let it go. "Tell you what. Let's Zoom. I'll stay here on mute with my camera on my face, you reverse the camera so I see what you're looking at, go snoop." Jason was clearly not expecting that, having assumed I would just admit and describe the intimate contents of my room, but recreating the TV show we both recalled was not planned. After reaffirming how it would work, and my commitment that I would stay right there, and that he had full access to snoop, he agreed. We got the zoom call going, he asked if I was sure, I said I was, and he slowly left the room. My eyes turned to my phone, watching through the screen as someone walked the stairs I was so familiar with, the bedroom I had slept in for years coming into screen, and the sound of the door closing (both through the phone and in the house). Jason said nothing, though I could hear him breathing and make out movements.

I watched as he started with the obvious, the top drawer of my dresser. My underwear coming into view as I heard the wooden draws slide against each other. I watched as his right hand moved into the drawer, moving items around and holding things up. It was almost as if he were cataloging my drawer, determining how frequently I wore a thong verse not, taking inventory of what he liked and didn't. It was curious to watch him slowly work through it all, and I found myself fixated to the screen. Realizing this, I quickly airplayed it to the TV and sat back to watch it unfold.

Jason continued his search in other drawers, eventually finding a small stash of lingerie tucked into a bag at the back of my PJ drawer. My heart rate quickened as I watched him empty it carelessly onto my bed for a better look. I began to feel the eroticism escalate. It was lingerie right, most from Victorias Secret. Nothing that hasn't been on display in their store or window displays before. But no, this was different. This was my lingerie. Lingerie that I have worn before and during sex. Lingerie that is tied directly to my sexuality. My pulse was pounding in my ears as I watched Jason handling the delicate fabric that had draped the most intimate areas of my body. I watched as he lay the corresponding pieces out on my bed for a look at them all.

He looked under my bed, moving a few things around but finding nothing exciting, and then looking in my nightstand. My journal was in there, but honestly it's old and has nothing i'm embarrassed by anymore, crushes and silly fights from early school mostly. A love letter I had forgotten about, yeah, that was embarrassing and I heard Jason mocking for my benefit, knowing I was powerless to stop it, knowing he could still see me sat there holding my phone. His attention shifted to my closet, moving items around, checking boxes on my shelf, not finding anything unexpected. I took a quick breath wondering if that was his final stop, my thoughts wondering if he would search any where else or find anything else before leaving. Almost relieved, somewhat disappointed interestingly enough.

I watched as he moved my lingerie back to it's bag, and put away, what a gentleman, and just when I thought he would leave my room in peace, I watched as he laid down on my bed pointing the camera at the ceiling. What is he doing?!? I could hear movement, and then it dawned me exactly what he was doing. If I were to stash something near my bed, where would it be? Then I saw the camera move, and my heart dropped, my face flashed red. The camera returned to his right hand in view as it slid down the right side of my bed next to the wall, only to return with a small pink vibrator, and then return to pull out a larger light blue silicone dildo. One of those that is semi transparent and has a suction cup on the base. He lay there holding them up, as if a trophy was collected. Surely he was looking for my reaction, and I was at that point beat red and covering my face.

The call ended, and I heard Jason leave the room and head backdown stairs to rejoin me, smile grinning from ear to ear. My eyes immediately looking to confirm he hadn't brought them with him, relieved he hadn't. I was still blushing as red as could be. "Well that was surprisingly fun," he said and then commenting positively on the lingerie, and the apparent frequency I wear thongs, "all nice to know in a strange way," he said, omitting any mention of my toys. I was too embarrassed to really say much, though reluctantly agreed that it was oddly fun to have watched. He loved that I airplayed it, making it feel even more like the TV show. He had guessed when it was so long since I had looked at my phone.

Pushing me for how I felt, I eventually admitted it was fun watching him inspect my underwear drawer so closely, even more so seeing him lay out my lingerie across my bed. Admitting I was torn between relief that he didn't find my toys, followed by exhilaration when he did. He told me that he knew they must be there, and was not leaving until he found them, but he was shocked they weren't in my bedside drawer or under my bed, pretty impressed at the little nook I had found to keep them in sort of inside the bed frame. Then went so far as to say that he "loved handling them knowing where they had been," which made me blush. I tried deflecting by telling them they were cleaned after each use, but that didn't really matter to him much.

Another lull which this time he broke. "So when you were young you hated knowing that the kid had snooped, but now, it kinda seems like you enjoyed it. Whats different?" And honestly I didn't know. A cross between being fully known, or being forced to witness it without a say. I fumbled around trying to explain what was different and how I had felt watching. My heart was pounding, and I was breathing deep. Maybe it's just me, but when my breathing is deep with nerves, it almost feels like my chest sinks inwards with each exhale. Once again my conscious brain was screaming no, but it was pointless and it knew it. This was happening, and that was that.

I took a breath, picked up my phone from the sofa by my leg, extended it in my hand, and offered it to Jason. He took it, but with an inquisitive look on his face. My heart was pounding harder than it ever had before. "If you really want to snoop," I said softly. He sort of looked at the phone blankly, then I saw his Adams Apple move with a swallow. He flicked his thumb upwards to open my phone, pointing it at my own face to unlock it. I moved to sit directly at his side, and watched as he silently began to open my photos app. To find that hidden folder. To use my face again to get into it, only to see countless adult photos of me. The thumbnails enlarging into full photos, watching him pinch to zoom in and out of my body. "I assumed you shaved," he said as he zoomed in on my pussy.

Countless photos of me in lingerie, posing, close ups. Photos I took 3 years ago when I was playing with different pubic hair styles - he was particularly interested in those and we ended up deliberating about which he liked the most and why, and what I like, the advantages and disadvantages. Finally deciding to flick back down to a video that he had clearly seen by skipped on. A video of me with my dildo from a month ago. About 5 minutes in length, several positions, but mostly meant to serve as a way to talk dirty and moan. It was made for someone and I never deleted it. He was evidently hard and did nothing to hide it.

There were texts he could have looked through, but he was beyond satisfied with what he had seen, closed my phone and handed it back to me. "I'm not sure what to say other than, thank you," he smiled.

I put my phone down, leaned in and invited him to lean into a kiss, which lead to him laying me down and laying on top of me across the sofa. We made out for a timeless amount of time, lost in the elevation of what we had both done. Both of us clearly knowing we each were ready for this. I looked up at him as our kiss broke, a soft smile on my face, "where do you want your cum before you taste it?" I asked. His face blushed hard, as he forced out a fake 'what?' "You said you were curious about cum play, and why it was such a taboo for a guy to experience it. So where would you like your cum?" I could feel the heat radiating off his skin, being faced with the reality of facing his fantasy. "On you, I guess?

I smiled, "that's a given Jason." I realized that he didn't have the strength to commit to it, and would need some encouragement. "Do you want it in my mouth and I'll kiss you? Or do you think you can lick it off me? My boobs? Stomach? It might drip off, but you can cum on my pussy if you want." I said trying to encouage him and help him. "I want to, but," he paused, "I can't, I just know I can't bring myself to it." I asked him to let me up, which he was upset about initially, but I told him not to worry, then stood in front of him and dropped my clothes giving him a full frontal. Leaning over, I helped him out of his clothes, his cock springing out ready. I smiled, gave it a quick deep suck, listening to him gasp and almost pull back out of surprise. "Do you want this?" I asked, he nodded. "And do you want your fantasy to come true?" I asked, again he nodded.

I straddled him, helping guide his cock into my pussy, sinking down deep until it hit my cervix. Looking down at him, "it's ok, just cum when you need, don't hold it back," and with that, i began to slowly move up and down on him. He lasted a handful of seconds which made me smile, but that wasn't the point. As soon as his pulsing settled, I reached my hand between my legs, slid his cock out and guarded my pussy with my hand, and moved up his body quickly as to not give him time to think, planting my pussy onto his mouth and moving my hand away. I felt his mouth open, his tongue extend to contact my pussy. I pushed some weight down on him to secure his mouth in place and stayed there rocking my hips and pushing to encourage his cum to drip out of me into his mouth.

Reluctance, shame, or embarrassment left at the door apparently, he licked me deeply, swallowing and making sounds of enjoyment and delight which only drove me to cum quicker and harder. His tongue flicking across my clit in just the right way pushing me over the edge.

Obviously this was all followed by the customary chit chat as we came down and our brains caught up with the realities of experience. He left, I showered, used my toys thinking of him, and text him a smiley face before going to sleep Saturday night.