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I was in my camper, just about to pull my cock out of my tight shorts while filming a scene for Pornhub, when I realized I wasn’t alone. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my smoking hot neighbor from the camper next door — peeking in through the door. Booty shorts, tank top barely holding her tits in place - a total smoke show.

Instead of backing away, she stepped right inside. “What the fuck are you doing?” she asked, eyes darting from the camera to my cock straining against my shorts.

“Filming a scene for my Pornhub channel,” I said. She wouldn't stop staring at my cock bulge, so I pulled it out. She froze for a second but got on her knees while telling me how mad she was at her husband. I reminded her the camera was rolling - she didn't care. She even checked the monitor to make sure her face was in the center of the frame.

She shoved my cock in her mouth, lips stretched wide as she gagged and moaned on it. Her throat tightened as I grabbed the back of her head and shoved it i... continue reading

In college, I'd been meeting up with a lovely young lady that I met on tinder.

One.. exciting.. date had spawned more meet ups and we were at a point of hanging out with each others friends on occasion.

This day, we had plans to watch a movie at hers with her roommate but we met at the rec center to play ping pong with the winner getting to decide whatever the loser had to do. She was cute, as always, slender.. in yoga pants that were doing her ass justice. It wasnt big by any means but it tight and plush.

I let her win and I will stand by that. I asked what she'd like but she told me that she'd let me know later.

Later comes and we're all in her dorm living area. Her friend had invited a bunch of people of because that was just the energy back then.

She's wearing a tank top which makes me realize how plump her tits are and shorts that look a size too short. She cuts a line over to me..we hug and chat for bit.

Her friend puts the movie on.. we've got a bunch of people sitting... continue reading

Hey Reddit, buckle up for a wild ride. This is a story about two sisters—let’s call them Ashley (the younger one) and Danna (the older one)—who’ve been my friends since I was 10. Back then, it was all innocent giggles and playground hangouts. Fast forward to six months ago, and things took a steamy turn that I’m still reeling from.

It all started at a house party. Ashley invited me, and the drinks were flowing like a river. We were both tipsy, laughing, and dancing when Ashley said her phone was dying and needed a charger. Classic move, right? I offered to go with her to find one, not thinking much of it. But the second we got to a bedroom, the vibe shifted. Her eyes had this mischievous glint, and before I knew it, she pushed me onto the bed, straddled me, and kissed me hard. My hands found her waist, her hips grinding against me, and let’s just say I was very into it. The fact that this was my childhood friend made it insanely hot.

Things were heating up fast—my heart was pounding,... continue reading

I had been waiting for this, probably, all our family life. Six years of marriage, and Olya never agreed to take me in her mouth all the way. She always stopped at the very last moment, and I came on her chest or stomach. But that evening everything was different. We had just come from her friend's birthday party, we had had a few drinks, but not much, just a relaxed, warm mood. We made love slowly, almost lazily, and I already thought that everything was as usual. But when I turned her over on her back and knelt over her, guiding my penis to her vagina, she suddenly stopped my hand. “Wait,” she said quietly and looked at me with her big eyes, in which I could read some kind of determination mixed with embarrassment. Without saying a word, she moved over, laid me on my back, and positioned herself between my legs. My heart began to pound like a kid's. I just looked at her, at her lips, which she licked before hesitantly taking my cock in her hand. She started as usual - gent... continue reading

I used to live in a small town in my early 20s where everyone knew each other. I mean, it's nice to have known my friends since childhood and stay close to them as adults. We're a group of five: Guilherme and Letícia (whom I dated during high school) are siblings, and there are Erica, Eduardo, and me. We usually plan group short trips to the neighboring towns (where all the fun actually happened) to split the gas money, and this time was no different. There was a small rock festival going on, and we planned to go there together, but a small problem came up at the last minute: Guilherme has now found a girlfriend, and, of course, she's going with us.

I don't blame him for wanting her to sit in the front seat; anything goes at the beginning of a relationship. The only problem now was sharing the remaining three seats between the four of us. Since it was a quick trip, someone would sit on someone else's lap, and that was it. Since Letícia and I are the smallest couple, we agreed on this... continue reading

Over the holiday weekend, my neighbors daughter asked if she could have some friends over and use our pool.

They’re all 18-19 and freshman in college. They were all wearing the tiniest thong bikinis and my gf and I were out there drinking and having fun with them, but it was very hard to keep my eyes off all the ass that was in front of me.

As the night grew later my gf decided to call it a night but said it was fine if I wanted to keep hanging with them. They started to shut things down around 1am but my neighbors daughter stuck around to help me put stuff away.

When we were putting cooler back in the garage she bent over and fuck I got rock hard staring at her ass.

She noticed….. and told me the least she could do is help me out for letting her and her friends use my pool. She yanked my shorts down around my ankles and swirled her tongue around my cock and shoved down her throat. I pulled her up off her knees, bent her over sliding her tiny thong bikini to the side and pounde... continue reading

It's surprising how easily names and faces can come back to you after years of not seeing or even thinking about the person. I happened to be in my hometown for a wedding and decided to go out to a bar with some old buddies. I went up to grab a drink when I heard an oddly familiar voice behind me.

"Oh my God, Cole, is that you?"

The moment I turned around and saw her face, a wave of memories came flooding back. Miranda, my first "real" girlfriend. Look, we were young. "Boyfriend and girlfriend" meant we ate lunch together and sometimes kissed after school. It also meant we were each other's firsts.

"Holy shit, Miranda, I haven't seen you in years," I said. "You look great."

She really did. She was a lightly tanned Latina with natural brown hair with bright golden highlights. Her face and smile was still youthful but her body had grown. She had big natural tits, a round ass, and a flat stomach.

"You look good, too," she said. "Did you start working out somewhere along the line?"

"... continue reading

I got a relatively exotic name Elina. A seemingly respectable wife, 35 years old. A couple of years ago, I got tired of the measured life of my loving husband Vitya and took my appearance seriously. Diligent training, jogging for tens of kilometers did their job. Now I am a real milf. A nice slim figure, big breasts and a lush ass. Basically, there is everything to please the eye of the spouse and have sex regularly. But no matter how hard I tried, no makeup, no sexy lingerie - my intimate life did not return to its previous course. About 7 years ago, we fucked like rabbits, and now once a month, this is already happiness. At this time, I realized that monogamy is a primeval evil! In my opinion, it is she who killed all the pleasure that can only be obtained from sex. It didn't take long before I turned into a real bitch. The office staff hated me, my husband was constantly offended and didn't talk. People call it "undersexing." And everything would have continued li... continue reading

I’m going to delete this after a while, so enjoy, my fellow sinners.

I used to love being a member of a church, and one of its leaders. But it turns out, I also really loved the power and attention that comes with it.

I was the young pastor. Who sang. The youth group loved me. The old ladies did too. I was like a prophet on Sundays. I would come back from church so charged up that my wife knew I had some energy I needed to get out. I was usually inside my her by about 12:42 pm every Sunday. The better my sermon went, the harder I fucked her. Sometimes I would have her lay on the bed with her head hanging off and just fuck her throat while squeezing her tits. She was at my service.

This wasn’t a sin. God delights when we take pleasure in our betrothed. It wasn’t a sin when I would make her sit on her knees and beg for my cum that I would blast on her face , neck and breasts.

I noticed that whenever we had a Sunday off, I would be unbalanced. My balls were used to creating extr... continue reading

I’m a 35 year old commercial pilot. Brown hair. 6’ft. In pretty good shape. I do ok with women but travel a shitload and when I’m at home I don’t feel like going out to score a lot.

Last week, there was a lady on my plane to Texas. I spotted her pre-boarding and right away I thought “oof. Wow.” I was thrilled to see she was in first class, and I decided to be a little bold: I came out to “check on the passengers up front” before we even took off. Late 30s. Mom vibes. Glasses. Hair pulled up - but tattoos peeking out from under a nice sweatshirt. She mentioned she was traveling for business and I told her “well, I’ll try to get you there quickly and safely.”

When I came out halfway through the flight to have a chat, she was all smiles. What was I going to do, she asked, when we got where we were going? I mentioned a thing we sometimes tend to do called “slam-click” - where aviation folks kind of chill in your room from the time you get to the hotel until you have to head back to the... continue reading

Well, I'll tell you how I fucked my mother-in-law in the bathhouse. Yes, you heard right. The same one, Natalya Petrovna, who usually looked at me like I was shit on a shoe. And this is how it happened. My wife and I went to her dacha in the village, she had just left on an urgent business trip, and I had a lot of work to do on the property. My mother-in-law, of course, lived there all summer. In the evening after work we were sitting, finishing up the shashlik. And of course we drank. Not to the point of being completely drunk, but good enough, relaxed. My mother-in-law poured me some drinks, and she looked at me in such a way... Not in a motherly way. And she was a woman, mature, of course, over fifty, but her figure... Such wide hips, a butt the size of half a trough, boobs - you could carry her in your arms. That day she was wearing a tight T-shirt, so I kept glancing at those curves out of the corner of my eye. And then she says: “Oh, the bathhouse is all heated up. Is it f... continue reading

Ever since we met 10 some years ago, I’ve always felt like she was flirting with me. And so I would always play a little bit with her. Rarely direct verbal flirtations, but sometimes she would just look at me in a way that was very mischievous and dark. So needless to say, I’ve always fantasized about her.

She’s much shorter than I am, so of course she’s this confident brassy little thing. She’s had a couple kids, and her added curves have only made her sexier to me.

Anyway. One night, my wife and I and her best friend and her husband were all having drinks.

And somehow or another, I found myself in the kitchen alone with my wife’s best friend, let’s call her Tiffany. So we’re making jokes as usual, and then she wanted to know where the wine glasses were. So I tell her they’re right behind her in the cabinet.

She turns and says “where?”

And I instinctively come over there and open it for her, which means I’m in her space. Standing behind her. And of course, we reach for the cab... continue reading

James froze above me, his cock glistening with lotion. His eyes darted between my breasts (still pushed together) and my mouth like he didn’t know what to do with himself. I had him trembling, strung out on the edge, and the power of that made my pussy ache even harder.

“You want to cum, don’t you?” I teased, my hands still pressed against his hips to keep him steady.

“Yes,” he whispered. “Please.”

I shifted out from under him, sliding upright on the couch, my breasts still shining from lotion and pre-cum. My shorts were still tangled around one thigh, panties soaked around one ankle from my earlier teasing. I sat back, legs wide, and patted the cushion beside me. “Lie down.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Here?”

“Here,” I repeated firmly. “Head at this end. Trust me.”

He obeyed with only a little hesitation, lowering himself onto the couch. The cushion crumpled beneath him, his cock jutting upward toward his stomach, twitching in anticipation, his chest rising and falling as he watched... continue reading

When her door is open, it’s an invitation for me to come inside.

She’s about 30 years older than me, divorced. I’m the “nice young man” who she asks to help move things when she needs it.

And she kept seeing me go out on first dates and coming home with nothing to show for it. At first, she started to tease me but one night she invited me in for tea.

I don’t know if she put something in it, but about 20 minutes later, I was sitting on the couch with a raging hard on. I was so embarrassed. She’s got crucifixes on the wall and all that. I tried putting my cup down and letting my arms lay in lap. But the thought of her seeing it made me even harder.

She told me I might not be sealing the deal with these young women because I’m too nice.

I said you’re probably right.

She noticed I was being weird and she asked if I was okay. I said yes. Afraid to tell her the reason. She got up and sat next to me. She put her hand on my shoulder. And I could hardly look her in the eye without m... continue reading

The door to Maria Ivanovna's office slammed shut with a sound as if it were not a massive oak door, but the lid of a coffin. My coffin. The air in the room was cool, smelling of expensive perfume and power. Her power. I stood there, looking down at the plush carpet, feeling like a complete idiot. The report had been so blatantly flawed, and now I had to listen to what my boss thought about it. And she thought, as usual, without embellishment. Maria Ivanovna walked silently around her desk. Her sky-high Christian Louboutin heels clicked out a slow, commanding beat. Each click sent a volley of alarm through my body. She stopped right in front of me, and I smelled a wave of her aroma – bitter chocolate, black pepper, and something elusive and dangerous. "Explain this hack job to me," her voice was low, calm, and therefore even more chilling. "I spend my time, my nerves, on you. And what do I get in return?" She took another step. The tip of her shoe almost touched m... continue reading

Soooooo this one happened a while ago when I needed a decent headshot for work. Nothing crazy, just something I had to submit to go on my little ID card thingy in my new job.

I recruited the help of Daniel (my photography nerd friend from university) and dressed myself up a white blouse, a tidy skirt, and a little bit of makeup. The plan was to take two or three photos and pick the least awkward.

But we ended up taking a lot more than that.

Anyway, when I got to his apartment he’d actually rearranged his entire living room; moved the couch back, unfolded a three-panel room divider with a grid pattern and draped a fuzzy cream throw over a low stool. Two softboxes bathed everything in a pale neutral glow. Complete overkill, but it kinda made me feel a little special, which was nice!

“It's for my own practice too,” he shrugged. “People are scary to photograph! I want to make sure I get it right!”

I smiled. “I’m not scary, am I?”

His eyes flicked down to my blouse, which was admitted... continue reading

Man what a crazy weekend. I was invited to go camping with my girlfriend, her friends and their boyfriends. Now let me explain what happened.

It was still cold, but the sunlight was creeping into our tent, warming the air just enough to stir everyone awake soon. My girlfriend and I were spooning under the sleeping bag, layered up in hoodies and thermals from the night before.

We’re always horny when we sleep next to each other — even in the middle of the woods, surrounded by our friends. My hands were already wandering, grabbing at her through her three layers, trying to feel her tits, squeezing her ass through her leggings. She pushed her hips back into me, subtle but obvious.

She turned her head slightly and gave me that sleepy look — not asking, just knowing. We locked eyes for a second and silently agreed on the risk. I reached over and zipped the tent windows closed just enough to give us some cover.

We didn’t strip. I just slid my sweats down to my thighs, she pushed hers hal... continue reading

Soooooo James, my completely innocent and platonic roommate until about five minutes ago, blinked. For a moment I thought he hadn’t heard me. “Your…what?”

“My tits,” I said, trying as best as I could to keep my voice steady. “I want you to fuck my tits.”

His eyes flicked down to my chest and then back up, as if he was confirming I had really asked him to put his cock between them. They rocked gently back and forward on my chest with my movements; big and soft and round. His face was burning. Mine probably was too. The Zelda menu theme kept looping from the TV.

“Are you…sure?” he said, almost a whisper.

“I’m sure.” I slid my hands over my breasts and squeezed them together, slow and deliberate. My nipples throbbed. “Maybe you should get some lotion…”

He nodded, standing up so quickly he almost tripped on the coffee table. He laughed somewhat awkwardly and hurried off down the hall. I heard the bathroom cabinet open and fought the urge to dip my fingers back inside myself.

He came... continue reading

Like all anonymous storytellers, I will introduce myself to you by a false name, because my safety depends on it, which you will understand after reading my own story of sex-cheating with a loving but very jealous husband. My name is Svetlana, I am 32 years old and for this age I have a simply magnificent body, especially my butt and firm second-size breasts, which have been crazy about since university. To be honest, I married Sergey (my husband) for convenience, because before I got a high-paying job in the HR company, I really needed money and a loved one. We never had anything special with Sergey, and even our sex was quite banal due to his widespread religiosity - he did not want me in the ass, and I just pine for the anus. Because in addition to sexual hypocrisy, my husband is also not averse to getting physical in a fit of jealous anger, because in his understanding I flirt with each of his friends and the last time I kicked him out of the house, for a while. Of course, we co... continue reading

It all started when once I was with my GF having sex at her home. We rushed a bit and I didn't take all the precautions I always do. I didn't close the door completely. Well, while we were at it her dog opened the door (I'll skip what we were doing with him lol) and we didn't mind and kept going. Just because the dog turned his head over the door I did too and I saw her younger sister was there standing... Petrified... Standing motionless...

My GF is quite jealous, but idk how and why but I took the courage to ask her to come in and not stand there. My GF looked at me surprised and nervous, well, I was nervous too because we both just got caught mid sex. She slowly came to our bed step and saw us naked. My GF was dripping (she always gets very wet) and her sis noticed the wet spots in our bedsheets. I, again, took the courage to take her hand and put it over one wet spot and made her run her finger over it. Then I licked her wet finger. My GF was still very confused. I then took he... continue reading