"Wait, wait. I'm going to cum, don't swallow. Don't swallow. Keep it in your mouth. As soon as I cum, empty it all into my mouth," Vadim muttered, approaching orgasm while receiving a blowjob from his wife. “Are you sure?” Lyuda asked, releasing her husband’s penis from her mouth for a second. — Yes. Yes, darling. I want to try it. We were going to try it, weren't we? It's so sexy. So exciting. I want it, I want it, I want it. "Well, look. Don't deny it later. I want to do it myself. It turns me on too. I want it and I like it. Mmm," the wife moaned, taking her husband's cock into her mouth again and starting to finger the base of his cock and suck him harder, so hard her cheeks sank deep. — F-ck. I'm going to cum. O-o-oh, so good! Lyudka-e-e! Catch-e-e. And don't swallow. Please! A-a-a! — Vadim blurted out, cumming in his wife's mouth. Choking, trying not to swallow her husband’s warm sperm, which he filled her mouth with in b... continue reading

I've always been a very submissive woman and, after my divorce, I've been actively dating, having sex with lots of different men, and, in the process, rediscovering my submissive side. I have two sons (age 18 and 19) and both of them have grown up and gone to college. I'm still a slut and a whore and in my spare time I love showing off my naked body to people, and exploring my sexuality.

The man I'm currently dating is a professional dom and we have gone to BDSM clubs, swinger parties, and other sex events where he stripped me naked and showed me off to strangers, and in a few instances, even invited other people to have sex with me.

Recently we went to a sex event in another city (the same city where my son attends college). My dom and I were chatting with another couple and that was when we heard some commotion and cheers in the back room. I was wearing high heels, a pair of nipple clamps, and a dog collar around my neck and was otherwise completely naked. My dom decided to drag m... continue reading

“We’re going to have a little competition,” Julie said, stretching out, kneeling beside me, both of us still naked. Max’s cock, recently freed from his shorts, bobbed in anticipation of our attention. “Let’s find out who can suck it the best.”

He blinked. “Oh god…”

“It’s simple, Max. We’ll take turns,” she said, sitting up. “You watch. Then all you have to do is choose.”

“Choose?” he said, as if it was his first time hearing the word.

“Yes,” she said, dragging her fingers up his thigh. “Who made you feel better? Who sucked it best. Properly. Okay?”

“Okay…”

“Oh. And no cumming. Not yet.”

“Fuck.”

“I go first,” she said, brushing her hair back.

I leaned back on my heels, watching, realising as I did so that I had been making small circles on my clit with my fingers as she had been speaking. I guess I was a slut now too. Whoops.

Max swallowed hard as Julie lowered her mouth to his cock, eyes locked on his. She started slowly, dragging her tongue up the underside, from base to ti... continue reading

May of 2023 is a month I’ll remember forever. The moving van backed into their driveway as I enjoyed my coffee. As the movers got out, two mysterious figures pulled up to the curb in a black Escalade. The driver was stunning. She was a platinum blonde, about 5’6, wearing a pink sundress with flowers. It was obvious she worked out, because her ass was meticulously toned. Her tits, just big enough to look natural, were flawless. They protruded out from the top of her dress in the most garish fashion. The passenger, whom I could only assume was the daughter, emerged a short time after. My cock immediately woke up and became fully erect. She was a goddess; 5’4 of black haired goth perfection. Adorning her majestic body was a black mini skirt, matching lace up crop top, and combat boots coupled with knee high skull socks. Her tits were perky but not obnoxiously large. Much like her female companion, her ass was luscious and yearning to be spanked.

I decided to walk over and introduce mys... continue reading

I’d always noticed Sarah from across the office. Sharp tongue in meetings, tight skirts hugging her hips just right, that look she’d give me over her monitor like she knew exactly what she was doing. We’d spent months trading sly smiles, brushing a little too close in the break room, stretching conversations longer than necessary.

On my last day, the tension felt electric.

After the farewell drinks with the team, she leaned in close. “We should celebrate your freedom,” she said, eyes locked on mine. “Bar down the street. My treat.”

The place was dim and loud, but we found a cramped corner booth. Our knees touched immediately. Neither of us moved them. Beers turned into shots. We laughed about late nights at the office, bitched about the boss, and then the conversation shifted, lower and slower.

She leaned forward, blouse dipping just enough to flash the lace edge of her bra.

“You’ve been checking me out for months,” she teased, her foot sliding slowly up my calf.

“Guilty,” I admi... continue reading

It’s so fucking reliable and he’s a deep sleeper. I’m a thankful girl.

I woke up at 4am this morning and my clit was as swollen as ever. I needed it sucked but I knew that wasn’t happening.

It was pitch black in my room (still is as I write this) and I reached over to see if he was hard…and I quickly found his penis…HARD. Ugh…So fucking reliable…so perfectly wonderful.

He was on his back asleep and I just gripped it and stroked it while I rubbed my swollen clit. I mentally giggled as I wondered if this was considered “mutual masturbation” lol. For a minute I masturbated and stroked his cock until I had a small orgasm…

But then I made a decision…

We have free use consent - so I decided, I don’t care that he’s asleep…I can use my dildo if I can use the resource I already had in my hand. So I scooched over and climbed up and on top of him. I was super sleepy myself, still, so I just laid on top and bear hugged him…and I raised my hips, reached under and thru my legs and grabbed hi... continue reading

Everyone wants a nympho gf until they get one...

Some time ago I was dating this cute girl. At first she was shy and introverted. As we spent more time together she started to become more open. One night we were hanging out, drunk too much, and hooked up. That night changed her completely.

We started to hang out even more and every time it led to the same thing. At first it was great but she always wanted more. Right after we finished she was ready for another round.

It didn't take long before her appetite started to wear me down. We'd fuck twice, sometimes three times in a row, and she'd still grind against me, her pussy dripping wet and begging for my cock again. 'Please, baby,' she'd whisper, her eyes glazed with lust, 'I need you inside me one more time.' I'd try to catch my breath, my dick sore from the pounding, but she'd climb on top, sliding down onto me without waiting.

One evening, after a long day, we crashed on the couch watching a movie. Her hand wandered to my crotch... continue reading

I (mid twenties male) live with a roommate, another mid twenties male. He’s a good looking guy, and usually has semi regular hookups. Lately he’s been seeing the same girl for a few weeks now, and it’s not uncommon to hear them having sex from time to time. Obviously we’re adults so it’s never really brought up, just go about your business.

Well one night they come home, and I’m in my room. I could tell by the rambunctious behavior and loud voices that they’d probably been drinking. Good for them! And now they’d probably come home to have some drunken sex. Awesome! I was just gonna play my video games.

But I could still hear them…. They’re making out, presumably undressing, ya know, the usual, when he blurts out “oh no! I’m out of condoms and FORGOT to get more!!!” He probably said that a little louder than he otherwise would have, but again, drunkies. “Okay…” I heard her say. “Well. We’ve been seeing each other for awhile now. I trust you. You’re clean right?”

“Of course. And you?... continue reading

My name is Elena. I'm thirty-eight, and I had everything a decent woman should have: a successful husband, a daughter, a cat, a mortgage on an apartment in a decent neighborhood, and a lingering melancholy that I hid behind new curtains and the scent of expensive candles. Our marriage had long since become a comfortable cohabitation. Sergey and I had been sleeping in separate rooms for two years now, and his touches, when they happened, were quick and businesslike, like signing a contract. I felt drained, withered, like a houseplant that had been forgotten to be watered. The Energy gym became my escape. It was where I escaped thoughts of unwashed dishes and silent dinners. It was where I felt alive, if only from the muscle pain. And then he appeared in the gym—the new trainer, Alexander. Not a muscular boy, but a man of about forty, with such a calm, confident gaze and hands that seemed to understand the strength and weakness of every muscle. He didn't shout or offer idiotic... continue reading

so this guy is one of my absolute best friends ever....he's super chill, always checks in on me, sweet in that lowkey way, but we've never gone there "romantically'"

he's not really muy type and back when we got close i just needed a solid friend more than anything, so it worked perfectly for both of us.

anyway, one night we're drunk and we're talking deep personal shit and he opens up about how he struggles with sex because he's really sensitive down there and **cums SUUPER FAST. like embarrassingly fast.**

he said it makes him anxious every time things get intimate and he just ends up in his head the whole time. i told him straight up there are girls out there who think that's cute or hot or whatever, he just has to find the right one, but he was clearly self-conscious af about it.

so **i half-jokingly, half-seriously offered to help him practice..**..blowjobs on the regular until he could last longer and feel more confident. he laughed his ass off at first think... continue reading

I’m m26 and I’ve had a very close friend of mine for the last 4 years. She’s f26 and extremely attractive but I had never had the idea that we would ever progress to the point that we just did.

She is the kind of friend where we would hangout and be fine doing nothing with, at parties or going out she would be my wingman. She had been in and out of relationships since I’ve known her and truthfully I always thought she was a bit out of my league (not in some pick me guy way) so I never really thought much more than our strong friendship.

Anyways, I was over at her place and I was talking to her about how I have been wanting to be more open about my sexual side and what I’m into. I’m usually pretty reserved when it comes to talking about sex. Even after hookups and stuff like that I’m never the kind of person to go into detail or further explore my kinks until now.

So I was sharing this with her and talking about some of the people I’ve been chatting to, what I’ve been into and how it... continue reading

I knew I loved giving blowjobs the moment my tongue first made contact with a cock. I loved the way men moaned, the way their hands stroked my hair while I sucked, the little sighs and groans of pleasure I could elicit from them. I quickly learned just how much men appreciated it, how cute and sweet and helpless they seemed as I teased my way down their body, unzipping their pants, taking their erection into my hands and bringing it to my mouth. I quickly fell in love with giving head to my partners and couldn’t get enough … but for some reason, I never swallowed.

Maybe it was the older more experienced girls telling us how gross it tasted in the locker room one afternoon after practice. I remember them describing it as “battery acid” and “bleach”. Maybe it was just some deep-seated shame … a blowjob was okay, but swallowing was too far, too intimate. I never even let them cum in my mouth, always pulling out at the last second, stroking them with my hand, watching in fascination, each... continue reading

All I could think about was going to see Nancy. I was hooked.

I showed up to see Nancy the next day and was hard already hard as a rock just thinking about being with her, being in her. She opened the door in her underwear. “You’re a bit early I just got back” she giggled. “I woke up horny hoping you were next to me” I came up behind her and fondled her tits then shoving my hand down the front of her panties. I rubbed her clit for a few seconds and she went weak in the knees. I unclasped her bra letting her big DD boobs fall out, and pulled on her nipples. I licked the back of her ear “it would have been nice waking up next to you” As I pulled her panties down it was impossible to miss they were wet in the crotch already. She turned to me and saw I was holding the crotch of her panties to my nose. “I have lots of soiled panties I can leave you” \*wink\* I inhaled one last time “that works for me”. “Okay. I’ll trade you for a shirt with your cologne and body shampoo scent on it” it’s a... continue reading

so this guy is one of my absolute best friends ever....he's super chill, always checks in on me, sweet in that lowkey way, but we've never gone there "romantically'"

he's not really muy type and back when we got close i just needed a solid friend more than anything, so it worked perfectly for both of us.

anyway, one night we're drunk and we're talking deep personal shit and he opens up about how he struggles with sex because he's really sensitive down there and **cums SUUPER FAST. like embarrassingly fast.**

he said it makes him anxious every time things get intimate and he just ends up in his head the whole time. i told him straight up there are girls out there who think that's cute or hot or whatever, he just has to find the right one, but he was clearly self-conscious af about it.

so **i half-jokingly, half-seriously offered to help him practice..**..blowjobs on the regular until he could last longer and feel more confident. he laughed his ass off at first thinking i was messing... continue reading

I am an amateur marathon runner and a father of an elementary school kid. A few weeks ago, I gave a motivational talk at the school about goals, discipline, and what training for a marathon teaches you. The kids were into it, but one teacher stuck with me more than the rest.

She was in her mid-30s, soft and stacked, with thick thighs, wide hips, and curves that didn’t quit. A few days later, she messaged me asking if I minded her asking a few questions, saying she had been thinking about running more seriously.

One thing led to another. We had long chats where I gave her tips, beginner plans, and links to gear. I even helped her pick out new running shoes. The messages got flirtier quickly. She joked about being "sore in all the right places" and once told me that running made her think of my voice telling her to push harder.

Then came the Tuesday morning text. She asked if I was working from home because she had a weird pain in her foot and thought maybe I could take a look.

She s... continue reading

Late Friday evening. Anya finally broke out of the apartment. The door slammed loudly behind her. Dima yelled after her: - Where did you go, bitch? Come back, I said! She didn't come back. For three months now, he'd been monitoring her every move: where she was, who she was texting, what time he'd be back. He checked her phone every evening, demanding she delete photos from her stories if they were "too revealing." He said he loved her. He cared. But in reality, he was simply smothering her. Today Anya couldn't stand it anymore. She said: — I'm going for a walk. He grabbed her hand, squeezed it until it bruised, hurt. She punched him in the face, broke free, grabbed her bag, and ran out. "Let him scream. Let him ring a hundred times. He deserves it, the lout." I arrived at the Night Surf club, where I used to go with my friends until Dima banned me. The security guard at the entrance let me in without asking any questions: — Come in. Inside there... continue reading

Diana came into the entertainment room again the next day to ride her bike. I was already an hour deep into a multiplayer FPS with some buddies and hardly noticed when she came in. My nerves were on edge today though after what had happened yesterday. I was continually doubting myself and what I had done.

She didn't attempt to say hi to me which was expected since I was in game chat with my teammates. In the reflection of my monitor, I watched as she set up her things and got on the bike. She sat there for a moment while she picked out something to put on the screen.

My stepmom was wearing black workout shorts and a blue tank top. Though her shorts mostly disguised the shape of her ass, her top hugged her breasts tightly. Part of me thought I could make out the faint outline of her nipple but it was hard to tell in the reflection.

Diana began pedaling once she had chosen what to watch. It looked like some 90s romcom I'd never heard of. Not long passed before I noticed she had begu... continue reading

Standing in the doorway of our room, towel wrapped around my body, watching the sunset break apart on the surface of the hotel's infinity pool, I finally admitted it to myself…

I was horny.

Not just a little bit horny. Not just tipsy-on-holiday horny.

I needed to fuck.

And that meant I needed to win the competition.

Behind me, Julie emerged from the bathroom in her white bikini, her hair in a loose braid, a few strands falling around her face. She looked great, just like always, and I gave her a smile. Max was already outside, sitting at the shallow steps with the water lapping around his waist. He looked good, too; his hair damp, droplets on his chest, arms resting on the tiles behind him. He was looking at the sunset, and I wondered if he was remembering his ex-girlfriend. If so, I was hopefully about to change that.

“Hey, Max,” I said, stepping out to meet him. Before he could answer, I unhooked my towel and threw it onto one of the loungers, revealing the new bikini I picked... continue reading

The next evening, when Alyona crossed the threshold, Andrei barely recognized the woman who had left that morning. A different being appeared before him—domineering, transformed. Her posture and gaze radiated an icy arrogance that took her husband's breath away. He was accustomed to the role of subordinate, but now that role was imbued with a new, intoxicating meaning—he stood before not just a wife, but a mistress. With a slight movement of her hand, she indicated that he should kneel. Then she revealed part of her body to him. Andrei pressed himself to her hungrily, tasting the unmistakable traces of another's presence in his mouth. His furtive glances at her face were met only by a cold disdain, visible in the upturned corner of her lips, making his heart beat faster. "Enough," came a voice from above, and he immediately pulled away. Alyona, adjusting her clothes, got on all fours, arching her back. "You know what to do." "Of course, my love." He p... continue reading

My stepmom Diana has pretty much always been in my life. She married my Dad, Patrick, when I was young, five years old to be exact.

The whole time I’ve known her as far back as I can remember she has been a quiet, mousey mom-figure in my life. She is never too overbearing, never yells at me, never grounds me, nothing. If I ever did something to upset her, she would leave the room with a disappointed sigh instead of trying to control me.

I remember purposefully testing her patience over and over, yet she never cracked in front of me. She would shake her head, turn away from me and then disappear to another room. Yes, I did try following her a couple times to continue my annoyance. During those attempts I was met with her stone cold face and silence. The lack of emotion did its job to scare me away.

I stopped being a menace to Diana when I was a bit older. We got along better and she continued to be a supportive stepmom, doing laundry, cooking, cleaning and pretty much all the other... continue reading