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.

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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

I matched with her on Bumble around 2 AM. Her name was Kavya, 25.

Her profile wasn’t trying hard. The photos were honest slightly chubby face with baby fat still lingering on her cheeks, small eyes, a prominent nose, and a awkward half-smile in most pictures. In one photo she was wearing an oversized hoodie, in another a simple kurti that couldn’t hide her heavy chest and round belly. She wasn’t ugly, but she definitely wasn’t the kind of girl guys swiped right on first.

Her first mesSsage to me was surprisingly bold:

“I know I’m not the hot girl you usually match with. But I’m tired of pretending I don’t want sex. If you’re okay with that, let’s talk.”

That bluntness caught me off guard.

Over the next few days, we chatted a lot. Kavya was a software tester who worked from home most days. She told me she had always been the “cute but chubby friend” the one guys confided in but never dated. She had zero experience. No boyfriend, no hookups, not even a proper kiss till date. At 25,... continue reading

I (19F) uncomfortably in my seat as I heard my boyfriend Mark get into the shower in the bathroom upstairs. Leo, (23M) my boyfriend's roommate had walked over and sat down right next to me on our two-person sofa. Leo had this knack for doing small things that got under my skin. Leo is a fun, outgoing person that easily puts a smile on others and has this radiating confidence about him that makes people like him.

"Hey Sarah," he said with a slight grin. "Looks like you two really went hard today."

Mark and I run a fitness coaching business and we just finished a boot camp in the square across the street. Today's session had been particularly intense, a total body workout that had me completely drained.

"We were," I admitted, leaning my head back. "I’m wiped out. And starving. I just hope Mark doesn’t spend an hour in there so we can finally grab some food."

"You know his routine," Leo grinned. "He treats that shower like a spa day."

I smiled because I knew he was right. MMark was n... continue reading

The girl I was with was a total freak. Roleplay was our thing — brother/sister, best friends, threesomes, foursomes. We regularly threesomed with her sister. We’d do orgies and gangbangs with whoever was around, all of it. I’d be inside her while she whispered “big bro” and pulled me deeper.

She had this huge fascination with m/m. One night I’m at my gay friend’s place, she can’t be there, and my phone won’t stop buzzing.

“Send me a pic of his dick.”

“Why don’t you guys wank together?”

“I bet he gets hard for you.”

I’m tipsy, teasing her back. “You’re missing out.” Next thing I know we’ve got her on FaceTime, laid out on her bed, voice low and needy.

“Put him on camera. I want to see you try.”

My friend’s quiet, but he’s smiling. He shifts on the couch, pulls his jeans down. I get on my knees in front of him. We don’t kiss or touch beyond that — this is just for her.

It’s strange at first. He’s warm and heavy on my tongue, tastes like salt and skin and the beer we were... continue reading

It all started at a corporate party at this boarding house outside Moscow. The company had rented an entire building near the forest so the staff could relax completely after the quarter. I was an ordinary sales manager, sitting in the office with paperwork, and suddenly everyone was drunk by lunchtime. Our boss, Sergey, had brought his wife, Anna, along. She didn't often show up at such get-togethers, but this time she decided to join him. She looked so good that half the department immediately lost their minds: tall, with long legs in tight jeans, her blouse slightly unbuttoned, her hair loose. Sergey strutted around all evening, like he owned the place, and she smiled at everyone, but her eyes were bored. By evening, the boarding house bar was packed. Some were blaring karaoke, others were already lounging in the chairs. I was standing at the counter ordering another round when Anna came over and asked if I wanted to play pool. "Sergey always wins, and I get bored watchin... continue reading

Two months ago I got invited to party by an old friend. At first I thought it would be just a normal kind of college party where we drink, dance and have fun. The usual college stuff. This friend, lets call him Kevin is a good looking guy and we hooked up a few times, but nothing serious happened between us.

But then, he tells me it will swingers type of party. I was kind of taken a back at first, I haven't really done something like this in this capacity, but who was I to turn down a good time, especially if Kevin will be there.

That evening I get ready for the party. To give you a picture I wore a short black skirt, the type that is free flowing and stockings I leaned into my alt aesthetic and done my makeup in the same edgy way.

I got down waiting for Kevin to pull up. I hopped in the back seat and he introduced me to his friends. In the front seat was Brian, he had short blonde hair and a he wore earrings, kind of a pirate look. I liked that. They guy sitting next to me in the b... continue reading

Back in the day, I was in a poker league that was started with about 10-12 of our closest friends. I was single at the time, and every Saturday we would meet at a different person's house. We’d play poker, drink, smoke weed, and hang out, usually watching a hockey game or two or having a campfire outside, depending on whose house we were at. It would always be a blast; very rarely did I not have a terrible hangover the next morning.

My best friend since elementary school, Derrick Johnston, and I were two of the better poker players in the league. His wife, Arianna, was in the league, and occasionally, Derrick would invite his younger sister to the game if we were short a couple of regulars. Her name was Heather, she was 3 years younger than us, and I had known her since elementary school.

She was always the coolest, friendliest chick, and she and I always got along great. She had a warped sense of humour, very dark and sexual in nature, and she would always join in whenever the gro... continue reading

(Make sure you check out my previous story about Diana, accessible via my profile! Not only does that story introduce Diana and the relationship we had, that’s where Noelle shows up first as well. Now, on with the show!)

You had them, didn’t you?

Maybe you have them now. Or maybe you just heard about them in that Sabrina Carpenter song.

Fuzzy. Pink. Handcuffs. Somehow, in college, almost every girl seemed to have them. Maybe that’s an exaggeration, but it really did seem like every girl I hooked up with from the age of eighteen to about twenty-four would, without fail, pull a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs out of her nightstand, where they had been cradling her vibrator, and, shyly, say something along the lines of: “I’ve never been brave enough to try these but…”

The first time I encountered them was on my friend Diana, while she writhed on her bed, with her roommate, Noelle, on top of her.

It’s not what you think.

“Hey!” Noelle cried, tossing her dirty blonde hair back over her s... continue reading

A warm summer evening enveloped our apartment balcony in a soft, velvety air. The city below shimmered with lights, and the starry sky stretched overhead, with only a gentle breeze occasionally carrying distant voices from the neighboring floors. You settled into a wicker chair, relaxed after a sultry day, wearing a thin silk robe slightly open at the hips and cozy, soft-lined slippers. I quietly walked out to you, without turning on the light, and knelt down on the cool tiles of the balcony. Your slippered feet were so close, so inviting. I carefully removed one slipper, inhaled the warm, slightly salty scent of your skin after a long day, and pressed my lips to the instep. Slowly, reverently, I kissed every inch—from toes to heel, enveloping them with my lips, sucking lightly, running my tongue along the curves. You smiled slightly, watching me, and placed your other foot on my shoulder, allowing me to remove the other slipper as well. I buried my face in both feet at once, inhali... continue reading

I’m nineteen. I just finished my first year at State and, after eight months of fighting for a communal shower and eating ramen out of a coffee mug, I’d landed right back at my mom’s place for the summer, watching the same four porn clips in my bedroom and wondering if a human body could actually adapt to that much lube. My summer gig at the hardware store didn’t start for a week, and my only goals for June were: A, get a tan, B, try to get laid by someone who wasn’t a random girl at a party I didn’t even remember, and C, finally stop watching porn.

I was zero for three.

So that morning, I was stretched across my bed, boxers halfway down my thighs, MacBook propped up on a pillow, and a bright, slippery MILF scene on repeat. Not just any MILF, my obsession was thick assed ones, the kind you only ever see in poolside videos with thirty-minute run times and titles like *Sitter’s Anal Examination.*

My eyes were glued to the part where the woman took it up the ass and begged for more. It... continue reading

I (F24) decided I wanted to end my hoe phase. So I went on a super sweet first date. There was dinner, great conversation and lots of laughing meanwhile he was a gentleman the whole time: he opened doors, paid for dinner, and offered to drive me home. When we got to my apartment building he parked and we started making out. It was getting really hot and heavy, his hands were everywhere and my dress was riding up my thighs.

That’s when I told him I’m not that kinda girl and that I wasn’t planning on sleeping with him on the first date… but I was so turned on so I offered to suck his cock instead. He did not hesitate to pull it out so I leaned over the console, taking him in my mouth. He was thick and rock hard, and I was getting wetter by the second as I was bobbing on him.

Halfway through sucking him I just couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled my mouth off his cock with a *pop*, I looked him in the eyes and said “fuck it.” I climbed over the console, pushed my panties to the side, and... continue reading

I’ve always been drawn to Diane. From our very first shift together, her easygoing vibe and sharp, irreverent humor felt like a perfect match for my own. Her looks—blonde with a figure she knew exactly how to use to her advantage—were an obvious bonus, and she wasn't shy about referencing the effect she had on people. Diane had always been my obsession, my quest.

As we got closer, I didn't bother hiding the fact that I wanted her. I was just one more name on the long list of men who’d felt the same way, I’m sure. But then she told me something I actually found hard to believe: she claimed she’d only ever been with her husband, Jeff—the same guy who’d been her first back in high school.

Still, I persevered. Surely she had to wonder, at least occasionally, what she was missing. As our friendship grew, our rapport became so obvious that she eventually became my "work wife." We spent almost every lunch break together off-campus. At one point, she even let me in on a secret: the other wom... continue reading

Dima, a quiet IT specialist in the development department, usually spent office parties in a corner, sipping juice and checking code updates on his phone. That day, after three hours of frantic paintball at a nearby playground, the entire team returned to the office loft to celebrate the victory. The loft was enormous—an open space with brick walls, high ceilings, and neon signs that now shimmered softly in the dim light. The smell of fresh paintball paint mingled with sweat and adrenaline, and multicolored stains still glittered on the floor. Most of his colleagues had gone home by nine o'clock, leaving behind piles of disposable dishes, sweat-soaked T-shirts, and a pile of empty bottles. Dima, as always, couldn't refuse when Vika, the HR manager, asked him to help "clean up, otherwise the cleaning lady will come tomorrow morning and give her a hard time." Vika had been the epitome of propriety all day: a crisp white shirt, dark pants, hair pulled back into a ponyta... continue reading

I’m already wet again just from writing all of this down. The second I slipped back into my room and locked the door after filming Mom on her knees sucking Alex’s cock, my legs gave out and I collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard. My phone was still clutched in my hand, the new video paused on the exact moment Mom pulled off with that soft, wet pop and licked her shiny lips. I could still hear the echo of her husky voice telling him how good he tasted.

The next afternoon Dad was at work and Alex had soccer practice until late. Mom had gone to the grocery store and said she would be gone at least an hour, so I thought I had the whole house to myself. I was still so turned on from the day before that I couldn’t wait any longer. The second the front door clicked shut behind her I ran to my room, locked the door, and stripped completely naked. I threw my clothes on the floor, lay back on my bed, spread my legs wide, and opened the hidden folder on my phone.

I started with the newest vid... continue reading

Just after college, I moved to a new city. For the first few months I didn't know many people, but I was single, and so naturally I was on Tinder. It was as much to meet people and branch out socially as it was to find a real partner. This is a story of one of those girls I met through Tinder.

I remember Heather's profile mentioned she had also just graduated and moved to the city, so we had a back-and-forth about finding friends and cool things to do. It was summer, and the weather was gorgeous. We made plans to meet at a brewery/bar place with a big patio. As I write this I looked back on our texts -- she suggested meeting "on the early side, maybe 8:30". This is several years ago for me, so it's funny to remember that at that age, that really was an early time to go out, lol.

On a Friday after work, I get home, make a quick mac-and-cheese dinner, and get ready to go out. The place is about a mile walk away. I stroll down this lakefront path there, soaking up the late sun and feeli... continue reading

Lisa entered the small office at precisely eleven o'clock. The door clicked softly behind her, cutting off the noise of the night city. The air was thick with warm aromas—sandalwood, lavender, a hint of patchouli. Several aroma lamps flickered on shelves along the wall, casting soft orange reflections on the cream-colored walls. In the center stood a wide couch covered with a fresh white sheet, and next to it stood a small table with oils and towels. Quiet instrumental music flowed from hidden speakers, like the breath of the space itself. Olga Viktorovna greeted her with a slight smile. She was forty-one, her dark hair pulled back into a neat low bun, her eyes a warm green, and her voice smooth and confident, like someone who knows exactly where every touch leads. "Lisa, right? Come in, strip down to your underwear, and lie down on your stomach. Today we're having a deep relaxation session. No rush, just you and your body." Liza nodded, feeling the familiar knot of... continue reading

I quickly want to preface, nothing happened while I was in high school and it was all consensual. BTW I'm calling my teacher Mary, which isn't her real name for obvious reasons.

Anyway when I was 15 I had a huge crush on my food tech teacher. She was this beautiful woman, around 5'9 with long brunette hair and obviously big breasts (soemthing that clearly caught my attention). As I said nothing happened in high school but I thought she was absolutely gorgeous and would take a cheaky glance whenever I could.

I was one of the only lads in this class and was sat on a table full of girls so she would regularly talk to me (as I wouldn't really talk to anyone else) and was very sweet to me. She had children who were fans of Star Wars, Marvel and Stranger Things so we would often talk about that. When I left high school she gave me a hug and said "she'd miss me".

Fast forward 2 years, I go to college and take a media course, made lots of mates and we often went out drinking. Since I'm not... continue reading

I know this makes me sound like a total petty slut, but I don’t even care. It was worth every second.

A year ago my boyfriend of 2+ years left me out of nowhere for this new girl he’d been talking to. He said she was ‘different’ and that he was ‘in love.’ It fucking destroyed me at the time so I spent months crying and working on myself, and getting hotter than ever.

Fast forward a year and I ran into him at a mutual friend’s party. He was still with her so it was totally awkward, but the second he saw my signature tight black dress with no bra he couldn’t stop staring. We started texting ‘just to catch-up” and I told him I was doing well but within a week the flirting got filthy. He eventually admitted he how much more eager and nasty I was in bed compared to her.

So, I went full slut mode.

The first night I invited him over ‘to talk.’ and the moment the door closed I pushed him onto the couch, dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock. He was rock hard in seconds so then I... continue reading