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- You're finally home. I missed your holes so much. My favorite slut, show me how you got fucked this time.

I turned my back to Sasha, bent over and showed him my fucked holes. Everything between my legs was wet with cum. He was in no hurry. He wanted to enjoy the view of my open pussy and ass. My husband stuck his fingers in my ass, now the whole hand could easily fit there, but he decided to do it differently.

Sasha ordered me to sit on the sofa and spread my legs wide. He took the largest dildo from our collection of toys and stuck it in my ass, when he pulled it out he ordered me to lick it. He was covered in sperm, and I licked it all off with pleasure.

- What a fucking bitch you are, nine men had you, but you still can’t get enough. Are you ready again?

- Yes, the fucking is not finished until my beloved husband fucks me.

- Tell me how they fucked you.

- When I arrived, everyone was already assembled. Nine men sat drinking whiskey. Yes... That's it, very good...

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Hello, in my last story I described the betrayal of my beloved wife with the bosses from her work. She still serves them to the fullest extent. It’s like they already have a morning blowjob on schedule, at lunch they can fuck with both bosses at once, in the evening before leaving they can throw a wand just in case. After the evening fucking, my beloved Nana came home and I put her in doggy style and for hours I could drive my dick in her broken hole from where her bosses’ sperm flowed out. During our fucking, she told me everything in great detail about her sexual games with the bosses and what new things they had come up with. At such moments I came so violently that I could not stop.

One beautiful summer day, my missus called me and told me that in 30 minutes I would be in the forest plantation, where we often fuck. I arrived there at the appointed time and left the car in a nearby forest. Naturally, I armed myself with binoculars and began to wait. After 20-30 minutes, a gray ... continue reading

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Katya was in a rather playful mood and I immediately realized that sex was inevitable. She was dressed in a short black dress and simple sandals; walking in heels and tights in such heat would not be entirely correct. For some reason, I was completely sure that she was not wearing panties; it was obvious that Katya was not wearing a bra. She brought wine with her and immediately handed it to me from the doorway. This is not like her, Katya is usually cold towards alcohol, but here she offers to drink a little.

We sat down in a large room, I found a couple of chocolates to go with the wine, I didn’t have any glasses and they were successfully replaced by two tea mugs. It was a little strange for me to look at the tipsy Katya in a beautiful dress; I myself was dressed at home and, believe me, I didn’t look attractive at all, even for her.

When the wine ran out and I got up to take the empty bottle to the trash, Katya stopped me and asked me to leave it and immediately pressed her lip... continue reading

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I had a small fragment in my life. I met the Mistress on the Internet and went to meet her. Yes, she didn’t ask for money for the meeting. I took with me some champagne, a bottle of vodka and a couple of canned beers. I came to her and after a short conversation it turned out that in fact she had two profiles, one as a mistress, and the other as a slave. Moreover, she liked the role of a slave, and she wanted to try to be a Mistress. One way or another, I am a slave and feel like one, so I didn’t change anything and gave myself into her hands.

I went to the bathroom to rinse my rectum, I usually do this with a shower hose, by the way, this hose goes into my hole 20 centimeters, maybe more. First, I washed myself on the toilet (combined) so as not to clog the grate in the bathtub with pieces of shit and then push it all through with my fingers. Afterwards, when all the large pieces fell out of me, they fell out, because at that moment I was actively stretching my hole, I moved into th... continue reading

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This story happened to me in the month of August. I am a young man, but I have always dreamed of performing cunnilingus on a mature woman, over 50 years old. And that it would be complete. With hairy pussy. This is such a perverted desire. Fortunately, it’s the 21st century, there is the Internet and dating sites.

I posted an advertisement on one of the dating sites that a young man would meet a mature and plump woman. Two days later Irina wrote to me; she was 54 years old. And she was full. Everything was as I wanted. After talking on the site, she told me how lonely she was, she wanted tenderness and affection. In general, we agreed to meet at her home. I didn’t even have to drive, I walked to her house in 10 minutes. Going to Irina, I was a little worried, like anyone going towards their dream.

Arriving at her house and at the entrance, I called the intercom, Irina opened it for me, and I began to go up to her floor. She was already waiting for me at the open door. Oooh... When ... continue reading

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Friday. On the way home from the supermarket, as usual, I stopped by my old friend Sylvia. Sylvia, a bright brunette, with curvy figures and a rather narrow waist, is a gynecologist, 36 years old woman. The white robe hugged her huge full breasts, the nipples of which stuck out under the fabric. Sylvia rarely wore bras and once admitted to me that she enjoyed having her nipples rub against the rough fabric of her robe. We had been chatting for half an hour, but there were still no visitors. Finally, there was a knock on the door.

Sylvia put on a gauze mask.

"Yes Yes".

A young girl of about eighteen or nineteen appeared at the door. The thin dress hugged her small, but firm and protruding breasts.

“Come in, don’t be shy,” said Sylvia. "What are you complaining about?"

“I’m fine,” the girl answered and then blurted out...

“My hymen has burst, and I need a certificate stating that I am a girl. I have a very strict dad. And I’m going to get married... Here... I will pay you as ... continue reading

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I had to undergo a medical examination at a commercial clinic in the direction of the organization in which I then worked. There were no queues here, and after going through almost the entire list of doctors in the slider, I ended up near the urologist’s office. I knew firsthand what happens to men with such a doctor, because... He himself underwent several courses of treatment, having been diagnosed with chronic prostatitis. Therefore, fearing unpleasant executions this time, my mood dropped.

The prospect of a manual (fingers) examination of my prostate through the anus did not please me. But thinking: maybe it will blow by, I knocked on the door and, hearing a laconic “yes,” boldly entered the office.

Throughout my short history of prostate disease and during all the courses of treatment, the doctors have always been men, and when I entered the office and saw at the table a very impressive brunette, about 35 years old, in a light white robe, with a deep neckline, I doubted that s... continue reading

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I haven't done this for a very long time. Either you can’t be left alone, or you’re not in the mood. And then last Wednesday I found out that on Friday I would be alone all evening and all night. What had accumulated recently exploded at that moment in me almost to the point of loss of consciousness. I received such an all-consuming wave of desire that I could barely hold back a groan and catch my breath. My heart was beating wildly. I realized that the hardest thing now would be waiting for Friday. I spent the rest of Wednesday, all of Thursday and all of Friday until the evening as if in a dream.

Knowing from experience that in such cases you cannot immediately discharge yourself, because when necessary, the proper excitement and, accordingly, the expected result will not come, I arrived on Friday evening in such a state that, in comparison with me, the string of a drawn bow would seem flabby, a limply hanging rope. And now I was left alone. I didn't want to rush. I was going to ge... continue reading

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I met this girl on the Internet. I just picked her nickname out of many others by chance. Word for word, and we started talking. Her name was Sveta, she lived in Omsk, she was a brunette with a beautiful and slightly sad face. And ten months older than me. She was already in an unsuccessful marriage, and her life was quite battered, her ex-husband beat her and walked around.

Soon we started communicating on telegram. I heard her, but did not see her, as I soon learned, she lived modestly and did not have a good smartphone. Her voice, photographs and our conversations in general formed a single whole for me. I wanted her passionately.

While taking a shower, I often closed my eyes and imagined how I carefully undressed Svetlana, how she raised her hands up, and I took her jacket over her head... carefully unfastened her bra... She looks at me, and her eyes say " just don't offend."

Do you think she's looking up at me, about to give me a blowjob? Not at all! I am indifferent to blow... continue reading

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Exactly at 7:00 She opened his door. This happened every day, but each time it was different. Every day She came in the door, right on the threshold she stripped naked, casually throwing her clothes on the floor of the hallway, and then took out a small tunic from her purse - and then every day it was different: a short silk nightgown, a torn T-shirt with the coat of arms of Real Madrid, a beach poreo, corset, or whatever else her vast fantasy suggested - the main thing is that there would be nothing else under it. Then she went to the bedroom to Him. He slept. No, I didn't sleep. He was waiting for her. But for all the treasures of the world, he would not show that he is awake. Today He lay on His back and covered His head with His left hand. Peaceful and serene sleep. But she worked as his alarm clock. She was paid for this. And also because she made him coffee. And she knew her work perfectly - no matter what, she would wake Him up to the state when He would be able to perform feats... continue reading

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Finally. Last day of the exhibition. For three days he had to spend at the stand surrounded by a large number of visitors. Answer boring questions and keep an eye on expensive equipment. He has already walked around the exposition many times, only briefly lingering at the stands that interested him. The only entertainment was the contemplation of women's legs, of which there were plenty at the exhibition. It was the beginning of November, so all the legs were either in trousers (in these, his gaze lingered only if the owner of the legs had a large round ass), or in pantyhose (in these, his gaze always lingered, running over them from bottom to top and back several times ).

And then he saw her. She walked past his booth. She was wearing tall, pink, thin-heeled boots, tight dark red tights with a large black fishnet, and a burgundy skirt with a snakeskin pattern. What was on top, he did not have time to see, because he could not tear his eyes away from these legs. The only thing he man... continue reading

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You said that sometimes you want to kill me...

Well, this is also a way to take revenge on me, because you want revenge, you want it like me ...

Or maybe you want to kill me not for the sake of revenge, but so that that insane desire to take possession of me, to make me your obedient slave disappears ... I don’t know ... But if you want to take revenge, then I will tell you another way, safer, and having much better prospects for you...

In the previous story, I even gave you an idea on how to do it, but you were so excited that you didn’t notice it ... But everything is very simple, tie me up, caress me and kiss me in dozens of ways in dozens of places ... And then saddle me me like a stallion, so that I feel what kind of heat burns inside you, and so that half of this fire is transferred to me ... And start moving, rise and fall, feeling my excited flesh tremble and tremble inside you ... Move faster and faster, until my body begins to move to the beat of itself, and we merge in... continue reading

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So famously began the movement of his wife in the direction of free relationships slowed down slightly. Sasha decided to get married, so he was no longer considered as a partner. The dream of double penetration has remained a dream. My wife went to Sergei once more, got what she wanted, and somehow her excitement subsided from these meetings. Although I allowed at any time, any day, but the ardor somehow faded.

I realized that steps must be taken so that the process of initiating the sex-wife does not stop. It was necessary to bring in a fresh stream, so I had to crawl through the sites, look for a new lover for my wife. I set out to have a member of at least 20 centimeters. Finally, I agreed with Grigory, met in a cafe, explained what and how my wife loves, asked me to bring a certificate, since I assumed communication without a condom (well, my wife doesn’t like it with a condom, but I don’t like it myself). A week later, Grigory brought a certificate and declared that he was ready... continue reading

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There were not as many people on the bus as I thought at first. I made my way to the very back seat and decided to take a nap: the path was not close. As soon as I closed my eyes and prepared to taste the sweetest sleep, as through the adjacent eyelids I saw a woman's silhouette approaching the back seats. It turned out to be a young girl (18-19 years old), distinguished by unusual beauty. Her light summer dress could not hide the lovely shapes of her hips and breasts. Shoulder-length dark brown hair was gathered into a neat ponytail with a colorful elastic band, slender long legs were shod in summer sandals, which consisted of thin leather straps. She walked over to the seats and, as if nothing had happened, landed next to me, probably thinking that I was still asleep.

The bus left. There were four hours of travel in inactivity. Sleep was the only occupation. And it is not surprising that after a few minutes my neighbor was sleeping peacefully, leaning back in her seat. I had no sle... continue reading

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Spring painted nature with colors, covering the trees that were bare after winter in a bright green color, and spread a green blanket on the ground. It was May, and spring work was in full swing everywhere. I, too, dug in the garden all the time and planted new seeds in order to get a good harvest in the fall and live carefree all winter. I had to work a lot, and when I got tired, I allowed myself to take my favorite walks through the spring forest naked and breathe with my whole body and every part of it. Les dressed and I undressed after a cold winter.

- How unusual and strange everything is, I thought, walking through the forest and listening to the birds.

- The forest undresses for the winter, and the person dresses and vice versa in the summer.

I smiled and walked down the forest road, walking down the sandy path in only my running shoes. I always left my clothes at home and did not worry that they could be found and stolen or that they could watch me near it, and therefore ... continue reading

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"Hi, come in, Nastya, can you. Can I take your coat? Could you stand in the middle of the room and just slowly turn around. Very well, your amateur pictures are not fair to you, you are really very, very beautiful. Now come on we'll sort out the necessary formalities and get them out of the way. You brought your birth certificate, didn't you. I'm sorry, but you do understand that I can only work with adults over the age of 18. So, it's all right. So now sign this form. It just says that you agree to pose for erotic photos and that I will own all rights to these photos. So, that's right, sign here. And one last thing, I lock the door with a key, but not to keep you here, but to prevent outsiders from entering in. The key remains in the lock, and you can leave whenever you want.

Well, let's start, look into the lens, face a little higher, legs crossed, hands on knees, like this, okay, now give me a seductive look. Great Nastya, now just unbutton the top two buttons on your blouse. No, ... continue reading

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We have long dreamed of such a couple of weekends - me and my favorite hero. A hero - because "being my friend" is heroism in itself. You need to be able to hide after a week of being together in the same room - in order to wait out a small "storm". This is how I call my inexplicable state, when you simply can’t stand a single person within a radius of several meters from you, you want to close yourself in a huge bright room with a sofa and a book, or dance discs, or just with a cat. And enjoy being alone. Maybe there are many people who will understand me, with whom the same thing happens from time to time. But I have not been very lucky in this life so far, and rarely has anyone been able not to be offended by this. You just need to feel the approach of the "storm", leave on time, before I have time to say all those hurtful words that I will regret in a few days.

But my hero - he's just smart! And I understand very well that even if he is late and I manage to do one of my usual lit... continue reading

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There is nothing more mysterious and mysterious than a ridiculous sculpture of a pissing woman. And there is nothing more beautiful than relaxing to watch from the sidelines behind the opus of a pissing wife, girlfriend, or completely unfamiliar lady. And indeed, the statue of the bust of a pissing pava itself is nothing but a thinker, like a doctor of physical and mathematical sciences, crouched in the tormented expanses of a small-sized kitchen over his dissertation. Like a flexible circus gymnast trying to fit her head into a small suitcase, and even stretch out in it, so that it would be comfortable to lie down and turn around from time to time. Look at all this and you will be amazed!

How many different nuances need to be foreseen: for example, how to wipe the working surface of the billiard table later, what to put under the French balcony, how to put everything in place and so that nothing comes out, does not wrap up, does not come out where it is not necessary, and where it i... continue reading

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If you have no imagination, read no further!

Hello dear. Let's play with you? This game has an oriental name, in translation it is called ... Yes, what's the difference in principle ...

This is an amazing game, one of the sweetest love torture. And not everyone can handle it. If last time there were no winners and no losers, then this game is going according to all the rules. And here is the supreme one. Who is in charge? Let me know, because it can be dangerous...

There are also toys in the game. Fearfully? Don't be afraid, these toys are for me. Look, these are "love balls", four silk cords, a narrow white silk ribbon, a fluffy feather.

See, I lay down on the bed with my arms and legs outstretched? You must bind me. But I beg your mercy, my lord. Bound, I am completely defenseless, and you can do whatever you want to me. You will never feel complete power over me, but now I am your slave, and you can do whatever you want with me ... And I will have to recognize you as the mas... continue reading

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You found me on the Internet.

We talked about the books of Milan Kundera and Henry Miller, the philosophies of Michel Foucault and Erich Fromm, films about war and the desire to love people in spite of any grief.

We met and our eyes said to each other what the lips did not dare to say. Without words, I agreed to give myself to you, to fall into your confident hands. You never once hinted at what exactly you would do with me when the bedroom doors closed behind us, but I knew that this would be an unusual sm - session.

With a familiar gesture, I extended my hands to you and you snapped the handcuffs on my wrists. At first, the unpleasant cold of the metal was quickly replaced by an unexpected feeling of freedom: from that moment on, I ceased to belong to myself, you took me the way you wanted and I wanted only one thing - to dissolve in you, to be one with you, to get out of the shackles of imposed ideas, and I experienced this I was able to get off the ground and fly. You hit me ... continue reading

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