Anna entered the gynecologist's office and sat nervously on the edge of the examination table. She was twenty-eight, but she always felt awkward at such appointments. Dr. Sergei, a tall, broad-shouldered man of about forty, locked the door and smiled calmly. "Undress completely, Anna, and lie down. Put your feet in the stirrups. Today is a full examination." She obediently removed her dress and panties and lay down, spreading her legs. The cold metal of the stirrups bit into her skin. Sergey put on gloves, but within a minute she felt his fingers not just examining, but roughly spreading her labia. "Mmm... clean pussy," he muttered under his breath. "And the cervix... go deeper." Anna flinched when, without warning, he inserted two fingers up to her knuckles and began to move them sharply inside. "Doctor... this is too much!" she squeaked. Sergei grinned, taking off his gloves. — Too much? For you, bitch, nothing has begun yet. He unbuttoned his r... continue reading

My name is Alexey, I'm thirty-two, and I'm a regular office guy—not a muscle man, not an alpha male, just a husband who loves his wife Olga more than anything in the world. We've been together for six years, and our sex has always been normal: gentle, predictable, a couple of times a week. But Olga... she changed after we started going to this new fitness center on the outskirts. She's twenty-eight, and her body is on fire: firm C-cup breasts, a flat stomach, a round ass that I loved to squeeze at night. She's always been active, but when that black trainer Darius showed up, everything went to hell. Darius was a monster. Two meters tall, shoulders wider than a doorway, skin the color of dark chocolate, muscles rolling beneath him like steel cables. All the women in the gym were staring at him, and he'd smile that toothy grin and say in a deep bass voice, "Lady, let's do another set." Olga signed up for his personal training a month ago. At first,... continue reading

I'd only been working at the hospital for three months. I was twenty-two years old, a fresh-faced nurse in a white coat that barely covered my bottom when I bent over. Everyone said, "The head doctor is strict, but fair." He was a mature man, about forty-eight, tall, with gray hair at his temples, always wearing a perfectly ironed coat and with such a penetrating gaze that it sent shivers down my spine. I thought he was just a serious boss. Until I saw the way he looked at me when no one else was looking. That evening, the shift dragged on. Everyone had already left, only the light in his office was on. He called me briefly on the intercom: "Kovalyova, come in." His voice was like an order. I adjusted my stockings, straightened my robe, and went. My heart was pounding. The office smelled of coffee and his cologne. He sat at his massive desk, folders spread out, his glasses perched on the tip of his nose. “Lock the door,” he said without even looking up. I obeyed.... continue reading

There are fantasies that live in your head for years. You replay them before bed, adding details, removing unnecessary parts, but you never think they'll actually happen. And then Friday happens, a bottle of red wine, and my husband, looking me straight in the eye, says, "Let's do it. Right now." It was his idea. Or rather, it was my secret, which he dragged out of me six months ago when we'd had too much to drink and gotten too personal. I blurted out, blushing like a freshman, that I was turned on by contrast. That I, a blonde with pale skin, had always been turned on by the thought of what it was like to be the center of such attention... from black guys. My husband chuckled strangely, but dropped the subject. And then yesterday I brought it up again. "Just make sure I don't take pictures," he said, adjusting the camera on his phone. "And I'm in charge of the parade." I thought he was joking. Until the doorbell rang. There were three of... continue reading

My name is Pasha, I'm thirty, and I work as a plumber in a private office. I'm 187 cm tall. I have strong arms and a broad back. And I've got a pretty big dick, too (22 cm)—women are always stunned when they see that thing for the first time. Thick, long, with a red head, like a fist. Basically, a monster. A woman named Tatyana called, her address was in a new building. She said the pipe under the bathroom sink was leaking, and the neighbors downstairs were already knocking. I grabbed my tools and headed over. The door opened—a blonde woman, about thirty-five, with a striking figure. She was wearing a short, silky blue housecoat, tied at the waist. Her legs were long and smooth, clearly someone who took care of herself. Her breasts were prominent beneath the robe; she must be a C-cup, at least. “Come in,” she says in such a sweet voice, “I’m already exhausted, the water is dripping.” Her name is Tanya. I went into the bathroom. The room was small, bright, clean everywher... continue reading

I still get a twinge in my balls when I think about that Tuesday. No, seriously. In my line of work, of course, you see all sorts of things. Women look at you completely differently when your man isn't home. But not like THIS... I was invited to a job site at 14 Lenin Street. It was a woman with a... you know, languid voice. She said there was a leak under the sink, I had an adjustable wrench, but my hands weren't in the right place. I'm a simple guy, 35 years old, I've been doing renovations since I was twenty. I'm used to women either turning up their noses at me or, on the contrary, clinging to me, because a man in the house is a man. The entrance is a typical Khrushchev-era building, third floor. I ring the doorbell. She opens the door. And then I froze. About twenty-five, no more. Her dark hair was pulled back into a bun, with a couple of loose strands falling down her neck. She was wearing a short, terrycloth robe, blue and worn, tied at the waist. And that... continue reading

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

Lips seemed to be stuck together with unspoken words. Dried saliva in the corners...

And along with the waves of cold from the open window, running over the open body, the scenes of yesterday evening began to repeat in front of her ...

Sharply and with a feeling of pleasure surging even now, she remembered, no, she again felt the breakthrough of his flesh! She involuntarily screamed, almost losing consciousness... Gradually, she got used to the insane energy of the flesh raging in the depths of the hot womb... Charging with the energy of pulsation, she did not catch the moment when he, quickly leaving, gave her exhausted bosom a short respite. .. Feeling a strange state, similar to weightlessness, she languidly noted to herself that she was being carried to the bedroom ... Spreading her on a wide bed, he quickly and nervously freed her body from clothes, almost tearing her panties ... Dipping his palms in cups of the bra, he literally pushed out the big breasts, pulled the tight br... continue reading

The next summer turned out to be surprisingly hot and the people spent all the time near water bodies. What a bliss it is to lie on the warm sand after a swim, when the drops of water roll down and dry under the warm rays of the sun. Unbeknownst to me, I dozed off.

I woke up from the fact that it became cool, the sun was covered by a large thundercloud. It was going to rain soon, but there was still plenty of time for a last swim. I got up and started to enter the water. Cool jets pleasantly refreshed the skin. I think I was the only one who was bathing now. The rest left this beach in a hurry. I was alone. Then why wet already dried swimming trunks? I looked around and pulled them off. The water was even nicer when it came up to my waist. Having sailed a little to the side, I froze, enjoying how the current slowly carries me. Algae slithered and caressed me. It felt like the mermaids were touching me. It was a blissful state that seized me and I seemed to have lost track of time, bu... continue reading

Good afternoon I'm 25, beautiful, tall, long-haired blonde (natural), with a rather thin hourglass figure and a breast size three. I have graceful hands, long beautiful legs and big gray eyes. To all this beauty, a completely nasty character is added: I am capricious and harmful, but if I am in love, then I give myself completely, without a trace. I live alone, which is actually quite satisfied ... I work in a large company.

Now I am sitting at my workplace. I'm wearing white underwear, a white blouse, tights, suede high-heeled shoes, and an even formal suit. In all appearance, I look more like a strict teacher ... but all this severity looks very depraved. Usually such teachers are undressed and punished in explicit films, and I go to work like that, to the envy of male colleagues who do not take their eyes off me, which I actually like.

Today is Friday, there are a lot of people around, but the atmosphere is quite friendly, since all the bosses left on Thursday in all directions.... continue reading