This vacation was supposed to be Roma and I's salvation. Or at least an attempt to mend what had been falling apart at the seams for the last six months. Constant arguments, misunderstandings, a cold bed—the standard fare of a five-year relationship crisis. The idea of a wild trek in the mountains was his. "Let's get a change of scenery, test our limits, no internet—just us and nature," he urged me, scrolling through a website offering extreme tours. Tired of the office and the drab city, I reluctantly agreed, not even suspecting how this decision would turn out. The organizer, a certain Viktor, met us in a battered but powerful SUV at the designated spot—a rickety sign marking the border of the national park. He was a man in his forties, lean, with sun-bleached blond hair and a penetrating gaze from his light-gray eyes that made me feel a little uneasy. His partner, introduced as Zakhar, sat silently behind the wheel and nodded briefly, a smoldering cigarette stil... continue reading

This happened last summer and I still get rock hard every single time I remember it.

My wife Lisa and I have been married for nine years. Her best friend Kayla has been in our lives since college. Kayla is 33 and built like a fucking dream. She has thick juicy thighs, a big round ass that jiggles when she walks, heavy D cup tits, and long dark hair that smells like vanilla. Lisa is petite and sweet but our sex life had become almost nonexistent. Kayla on the other hand was always flirty and teasing.

We rented our usual cabin for the long weekend. On the first night Lisa ate something bad and spent the whole day sick. By 9pm she took medicine and passed out hard in the master bedroom. She was snoring loudly. Kayla and I stayed up on the big couch in the living room, drinking wine with the lights dimmed.

"You have been staring at my tits all night," Kayla said suddenly with a naughty smile. Her foot brushed my thigh and stayed there. "You think I dont notice how hard you get around m... continue reading

In college I volunteered at a Christian summer camp with a few other college-aged people. They called us sponsors like it was AA. A buddy of mine, Zack, was volunteering and said I should come along because the camp was in a cool place with spots to hike, swim and there was a plaza with a couple stores where a lot of girls our age hung out. We had an orientation meeting for all the sponsors at the camp that everyone had to attend. I found Zack when I got to the meeting place and he saw a few people he knew that were also volunteering and said we should go join them. We walked over and the group had two more guys I vaguely knew through Zack and three girls I never met. The first one I met was a blonde named Sam, then a brunette named Kylie and lastly another brunette named Lori.

I felt bad when I met Lori because Kylie had my full attention from the beginning and I don’t know if I even told Lori my name. Kylie had an emo type of vibe. Not like crazy, full on Hot Topic, but she wore a... continue reading

“You don’t mind if Chloe stays the weekend, right?” Sophia, my sweet nineteen-year-old daughter, called from the living room, not even looking up from her phone. She was curled into the corner of the couch, legs tucked up under her and toes wiggling in pink fuzzy socks.

Chloe was her best friend, and a beautiful teen just like my daughter.

“Chloe’s always welcome here,” I said. “As long as you two don’t destroy the place.”

Sophia rolled her eyes and flicked me a half-hearted finger. “We won’t. We’re gonna chill by the pool, maybe watch movies, whatever.” She went back to texting, thumbs moving at a rate that had to be unsustainable for long-term joint health.

Jeanette, my wife, poked her head around the corner, purse already slung on her arm. “I’m heading out to see my sister. I’ll crash at her place,” she called. “Text if you need anything, honey.” Her gaze lingered on me. “And you, please don’t let them burn down the house.” She always said that, as if I were some kind of pyroman... continue reading

Ira fundamentally disliked visiting the Mukhins. More than that—every such trip evoked a dull, gnawing irritation in the pit of her stomach, which, as a well-bred woman, she had spent years learning to disguise behind a polite smile. The source of this irritation had a specific name: Vadim. Her husband's old college friend, and also the main witness at their wedding, was the man who had once committed an unforgivable act against Ira, which she preferred not to mention to anyone, not even Oleg. She simply shoved the incident into the back of her mind, sprinkled it with everyday life, and pretended it never happened. It worked poorly, however—whenever they were in the same company again, everything would come back to her in detail: the scent of his cologne, his sticky gaze, and her own humiliating numbness. But Oleg adored these forays of the "old guard"; for him, they were a breath of fresh air amidst his dreary accounting, and refusing him meant causing a scandal with un... continue reading

Back in college I was always meeting new people, whether it was in classes or hanging out on campus. I had a friend named Jenny I’d met playing volleyball by her dorm on campus. She had a break in classes the same time as me and we'd often hang out in the university center to get lunch or do homework until our next classes. Jenny was in a sorority and it was pretty common for us to see her sisters while we were hanging out and I’d met a few of them and they were always pretty nice. Vanessa was not. Vanessa was a brunette with dyed hair making it very dark red. She was about 5’5”, tan and buxom. We met and she was very curt when she spoke to me, but very open with Jenny. I chalked it up to her not knowing me very well yet.

After some time she’d still not really opened up around me much, though I tried to ask her questions and get to know her. She even outright ignored me at times. I always kept a friendly tone in contrast to her unwelcoming demeanor. I started to keep it more cordial... continue reading

It started innocent enough. My daughter, my 22-year-old, and her friend Cassandra had gone out drinking. Well, I guess I should say my daughter had gone out drinking with Cassandra. Cassandra was also 22 but about five months pregnant so no drinking for her. It was my oldest daughter's birthday and she had invited Cassandra to come in from Florida for the weekend. My youngest, 17, tagged along for dinner but dipped out early to a sleepover.

The next morning, I'm in the kitchen having coffee. I was still half-asleep, when I hear footsteps in the hallway. I figure it's one of the girls, maybe my oldest shuffling in with a hangover. But when I look up, it's Cassandra. She's wearing this baggy sweatshirt that hangs off one shoulder and a pair of plaid shorts so short I can see the curve of her ass cheeks peeking out the bottom. She's barefoot, hair messy, looking like she just rolled out of bed.

"Hey," she says. "Your daughter's still passed out. She drank way too much.... continue reading

*[Changed the names of the games to protect the innocent lol]*

Sooo this one happened back when I lived in student housing in college, sort of in the early evening when I was in the middle of some intense doom scrolling on my phone, lying on my bed in a baggy white t-shirt that hung down to my thighs and a pair of long grey socks that came up to my knees.

"It's open," I called out. A few seconds later, the door opened and Lex stepped inside, giving me a sheepish wave.

"Hey," he said. "My laptop died and I need to finish that history assignment. Can I use yours?"

"Sure," I said, gesturing toward my desk. "You know the password, right?”

He nodded, kicking off his sneakers by the door. He crossed the space to my desk and sat down, and I rolled onto my stomach to watch him as his fingers moved across the keyboard.

"What's this?" he clicked on something in the bottom toolbar. “Jesus, Sarah!”

“What?” I asked, my stomach dropping. Had I left my nudes open? A porn tab? “What are you s... continue reading

My wife(24f) had gone out to the bar with one of her friends(25f) from work. Her friend, we will call Kitty came over and they both got ready at our place. I was in the living room watching tv when they both came out of the bedroom all dolled up. I told them they both look great and I’ll make sure they get to and from the bar safely.

On the trip to the bar they both sat in back and were talking and laughing. When I dropped them off I told her to message or call when they were ready to be picked up. I got a hug from both of them, and watched them walk into the bar. I got back home and was watching tv.

Around 1am I get a message saying they are ready to be picked up. Once I got there, you could see both were a little too drunk. They were trying to help each other walk. I got out and helped them to the car. At one point Kitty slipped and when I caught her my hand brushed against her chest.

For context Kitty was about 5 foot tall. Red hair, small but perky chest and a decent ass. Whe... continue reading

So, I’m currently sitting here in a daze, still trying to process the absolute insanity that just went down in my living room. I’ve always been a bit of a wild card, but today took things to a level I didn't even know existed.

I’ve been living in this big house with a rotating cast of roommates for a few years now. Eventually, everyone graduated and moved on, leaving just me and this guy, Mark We’ve always had this crazy tension, and since the house was basically empty, we stopped pretending we weren't both total horn-dogs. It started with stupid stuff, dares during games or betting on who had to do the dishes. The loser usually ended up stripping or giving the other a "stress-relief" session. You know, casual roommate stuff.

But we both wanted more. The problem was neither of us wanted to be the one to "make it weird" and ruin the friendship. So, naturally, we turned it into a high-stakes game. We called it the "Surrender Fund". We both put a few hundred bucks, which was mind you a... continue reading

My dad married my step mom when I was a teenager. She has a son and a daughter who are around the same age as me, just a little bit younger. I always got along well with my step brother, Max. He sort of looked up to me as a kid. My step sister, Stephanie, tho, she was always a bitch to me. Every other weekend I would be bullied by her. She was ruthless. I couldn’t stand her.

We’re adults now and every Christmas her family gets together to drink and celebrate at their grandparents house. The people from out of town always have a bed to sleep in because their house is pretty big. I usually only go to say hi and eat some food, but this year was the first year my brother could drink, so I had a few and ended up staying the night. Stephanie also was visiting from out of town and stayed in the bedroom across from me. We had a pretty good night. Played games with the family. And Stephanie was actually decent. She laughed and enjoyed games with the family like she normally does, but this tim... continue reading

"It's so stuffy," Zhanna kicked the box of shower stalls and reached for the collar of her uniform shirt. "Denis, are you serious? Working my ass off until the morning?" Denis, a young manager with a neat haircut, clinked the metal shutters on the front door, locking the Plumbing and Tile store from the inside. "An order from above. A re-stocking of the entire 'Bathroom Everything' department. And yes, Zhanna, don't slog, just work. The results will determine which of you will become the senior salesperson. I need someone responsible." Kira emerged from behind the faucet rack, wiping her hands with a rag. The curvy blonde, her vest strained against her ample bust, chuckled, crossing her arms under her chest. "Did you hear that, Zhannochka? A responsible person. Not someone who just blabbers." "I'm just talking about what's for sale," the skinny brunette snapped, adjusting her short haircut. "Buyers run away from you... continue reading

Guys, this is MADNESS! A quick overview before I go into things.

Last year, I slept with a sex store worker, her name’s Lucy, and I purposely overshared with her that I enjoy anal play after she sold me a vibrator. We flirted, I left with her number, and went out for drinks.

Lucy’s got a rock chick vibe with gorgeous red hair. I’m older than her at 37. She modestly hides her D cups, which made them the best gift in the world to unwrap. Oh, and petite little me is shorter than her 5”7 stature.

Visuals are important, now you have them.

I have her saved in my phone as ‘Pineapple Pussy’, which re-iterates why I never get that sweet nectar taste out of my head. However, as things go with life, things just became… A little messy. I’ll say her casual fuck buddy was very jealous.

We remained on good terms, although it was an understanding of no more.

Now, you came here to read some utter filthy sex, and as I write this, sipping my coffee with a wet pussy and a hug... continue reading

It happened yesterday May 1st, at Helen’s house for the Labour Day party. The sun was blazing, the garden was full of people laughing and drinking, but we girls had taken over her big bedroom upstairs on the second floor. It was just the five of us—me, Helen, Mia, Sophie, and Lena—locked away from the rest of the world with bottles of cheap wine, music thumping low, and the kind of dirty talk that only happens when you’re a little drunk and a lot horny.

We were sprawled across her huge bed and the fluffy rug, skirts riding up, tops unbuttoned, laughing about the worst fucks we’d ever had. Helen kept refilling our glasses. By the third round we were all flushed and giggling, trading stories that got nastier with every sip. Someone confessed she loved being choked. Someone else admitted she’d let a guy cum on her face in a club bathroom. The air felt thick, charged, like something was about to snap.

That’s when Helen got that wicked little smile on her face. She sat up on her knees, wi... continue reading

This story happened to me the summer of my fourth year at agricultural technical school. I had just turned nineteen. My major was agricultural mechanization, and I was sent for an internship at a large dairy complex near Poltava. For two months, I had to tinker with the machinery: milking machines, tractors, and feed dispensers. Every day after my shift, I was black from machine oil, dust, and straw. The workers' quarters had two showers—one for men and one for women. The men's shower was old, the pipes rusty, and the hot water only came on after the evening milking, when all the men had finished. The women's shower, however, was kept constantly heated because the milkmaids and the processing plant operators arrived at different times. I quickly realized it was easier to shower there alone before the shift ended. I always left an hour or an hour and a half before the other student interns, so no one would catch me. The shower was simple: a long room with six stalls, a co... continue reading

My aunt broke the kiss between her and my father. My dad laid back against the couch. My step mom and aunt leaned in, over him. Becky, Annie and I watched as my mom and aunt’s lip's met. We watched as the two sister's lip's wrestled with each other, their tongues slipped and slid against each other's.

“Why are our mom's kissing?” Becky whispered.

I was too mesmerized by the sight to even speak. I felt all the blood in my body rush straight into my cock. My cock stiffened inside the tiny closet. I felt my sister and cousin's naked supple bodies against me, they both were squirming and rubbing their leg's together like grasshoppers.

My mom and aunt were still making out, I saw their large, fleshy breast's pressed up against each other. My cock was throbbing hard. I couldn’t help it. I had too. I reached down and grabbed my hard, throbbing cock. The feeling of my own hand, while watching my busty mom and aunt make out sent shivers down my spine. I started to slowly jerk the length of... continue reading

Disclaimer: names were changed for privacy. During the timeline of the story, I was 20.

My very first threesome occurred at the end of a house party very shortly after I moved to Australia.

Pat, my boyfriend at the time, thought that bringing me to his bestfriend's 21st birthday was the most efficient way to introduce me to his crew.

Honestly, it was quite daunting. Partying at that scale was so so new to me because I was, after all, raised into a very conservative community back in the Philippines. I wouldn't exactly say I was innocent because while Pat was my first boyfriend, he was a white Aussie with a massive cock who has been fucking me raw since we got together. Anything beyond that though, my moral upbringing always held me back.

But something snapped at this party. I guess it was me realising that I was thousands of kilometres away from home and that freedom needed to be used.

By the time everybody has either gone home or has passed out inside, I was left curled up on th... continue reading

UPDATE: Video number three now up on my page

She’s always been the reserved type—blushing at the idea of anything “too dirty,” super self-conscious about social norms and what a “good girl” is supposed to do. But the last couple years she’s slowly opened up for me, trying to be the eager little whore I know she can be. These past two weeks though? She’s fucking exploded. It all kicked off when I finally got her to agree to a massive canine-style knot dildo I’ve been dying to wreck her with.

First time we tried it, it didn’t quite hit right and we put it away. Then two weeks ago she hits me up at work out of nowhere: “Want me to edge myself and send you videos, Daddy?” I damn near dropped my phone. I figured it’d just be her playing with her pretty little pussy. Boy, was I wrong.

Video 1: She’s on all fours, ass up, slowly pushing out a small plug so the camera gets a perfect view of her tight pink asshole winking and her dripping cunt lips spreading open. She’s already soaked.

V... continue reading

My daughter goes to college nearby; she's home a lot and often brings friends over. I never expected to have "thoughts" about any of her friends, but all of that changed when I met Emma. My god, she is a dream. Cute face, insane body, and a confident, sexy, way-too-mature-for-her-age attitude. Emma isn't a girl, she's a woman, and she knows it.

From the start, she's been subtly flirting with me. Things like meeting my gaze and holding it a few beats too long, asking questions and making little admiring comments, rolling her eyes at me when my daughter and her other friends act like teenagers.

I've tried to be "dad" about it, responding politely but not taking it any further. But she finally broke my resistance.

It happened a few weeks ago. I agreed to "chauffeur duty," driving the girls to an event at a football stadium and picking them up afterwards for a sleepover at my place. I picked my daughter and the other friend up from campus (they're still in the dorms), and then picked up... continue reading

Hello everyone! My name is Anna, and I finally decided to tell you a story that happened to me a couple of months ago. I'm 29 now, 5'6", with dark, shoulder-length hair and a C-cup bust. My husband had been working remotely for two weeks at the time, and I felt like I really needed to take a breather and be alone. We generally get along, but sometimes I just want that – to rent an apartment for a day in another neighborhood, where no one bothers me or asks when I'll be back. Just to disconnect from everything and from myself. I chose an option on Avito – a minimalist one-room apartment in a new building, with large windows and a view of the city at night. The owner wrote that it was quiet and peaceful. How wrong she was. I arrived in the evening, around nine. The apartment was exactly as pictured: white walls, minimal furniture—just a wide bed, a low sofa, a kitchen island, and huge, curtainless windows. Outside, the neon light from the sign of the neighboring bar fl... continue reading