Mikhail, a 25-year-old guy, immediately got a job as a security guard at a large corporation as soon as he returned from the army. For the past year, he'd been working as a driver for the CEO of this corporation, and it so happened that while driving his boss, he sometimes entrusted him with driving his wife to the gym or the spa. So they began an affair, during those days when he'd take his boss's wife to the spa or the gym, supposedly. They'd either rent a hotel room, or Misha would drive out into the woods outside the city, where they'd have sex like rabid rabbits. Natasha gave Mikhail a blowjob in the back seat of an expensive Maybach. — I witnessed a conversation here, the chief accountant needed a driver and security guard all in one for some business trip, I recommended you. Natalia said, pulling away from the member. - Why? I'm not bad here either, when such a milf gives me pleasure. Natalia was 13 years older than Mikhail. She was madly in love with... continue reading

The scent of pine and steam hung in the air, mingling with the aroma of chilled beer. The sauna was dizzyingly hot. I sat on the bottom bunk, my back against the rough wooden wall, watching drops of water roll down my husband, Igor's, bare chest. His friends, Sergey and Anton, lounged nearby. We were all naked, covered only by small towels that had long since ceased to conceal anything. The idea of coming here, to this male citadel, had seemed daring and piquant at first. Now I realized it was a trap I'd fallen into. My friends' gazes, heavy and gliding like oil, lingered on my hips, my breasts, and between my legs. I tried to cover myself, but it was useless, and it seemed to only inflame them—and me—even more. "So, Lerka, isn't it too hot?" Sergei, the most brazen of them, asked hoarsely, his eyes fixed on my chest. I felt my nipples swell under his gaze, hardening treacherously. "It's okay, bearable," I managed to say, taking a sip of beer. T... continue reading

Get-togethers with friends rarely end well. Especially when there are several empty bottles of whiskey on the table and your best friend has just left for the graveyard shift, leaving you alone with his exhausted wife. I stayed overnight on their stretched-out couch because I couldn't drive in my current state. My head was buzzing, my groin felt pleasantly tingly from the alcohol, and the whole world seemed a little blurry and malleable. Lisa fell asleep almost immediately, right there in the chair. I'd been watching her for the last half hour. The way her head slowly slumped onto her chest, the way her heavy eyelashes fell onto her cheeks. She was damn beautiful. Redhead, sprinkled with freckles, with a curve that made your mouth water. And her smile when she laughed... I'd caught myself staring at her many times. At my friend's wife, for fuck's sake. I got up from the couch and walked closer. She was fast asleep, breathing evenly. She smelled of whiskey and her... continue reading

I stood in the middle of the room, feeling completely naked, even though I was wearing simple black shorts and a T-shirt. My stepmother's command rang in my ears: "Wait. And behave yourself." Svetlana, my stepmother, sat on the sofa like a queen on a throne. Her legs, tanned and well-groomed, were gracefully crossed. On her feet were open-toed sandals with sky-high heels, accentuating every curve. Her pedicure was perfect, a blood-red polish, like drops of fresh blood on marble. She sipped her martini, her eyes sliding over me coldly and appraisingly. The door opened, and she walked in. Svetlana's friend, Veronica. I'd seen her a couple of times—tall, with shoulder-length dark hair and a piercing, predatory gaze. She was wearing a form-fitting black dress, and on her feet were the same sky-high stilettos, black, with pointed toes. “Veronica, my dear, come in,” Svetlana said languidly, without moving from her place. Veronica looked me up and down, a slight, mockin... continue reading

And again a night on the train. I can't stand it. It's stuffy, the wheels are rattling, the guy behind the wall is snoring like a tractor. I'm alone in my compartment, at least that's a plus. I'm sitting there, staring at my phone, I've already read all the news a hundred times. It's deadly boring. The compartment door opens. It's the conductor, Irina, by name, you can see it on the sign. She was checking my tickets when I was getting on, I liked her. Well, such a... mature woman. About forty, probably. But her figure is just the bomb, honestly. Such boobs that they just burst in her uniform, and the skirt fits tightly in all the right places. And a beautiful face, a little tired, but with some charm. “Would you like some tea?” he asks. Her voice is low, husky, very sexy. And I've already given up on the third can of energy drink so as not to fall asleep. “Come on,” I say. “Just make it stronger.” She pours from her thermos. She bends over, and I... continue reading

Aunt Olya is my mom's friend. A cool chick, about forty, but beautiful and well-groomed. Divorced a long time ago. A MILF, in a word. Mom always said: "Olya is so independent, a businesswoman." And I just saw a cool figure, big breasts and a smile that gave me an involuntary erection. It was just that my mom went to grandma's for the weekend, and Aunt Olya's home internet wasn't working. I'm still a student myself, studying to be a programmer, and I can 100% fix a router. She called my mom, who hired me: "Go to Olya's, help her, she's going crazy without internet." I came to her. She opened the door in her housecoat. Not exactly transparent, but worn on her naked body, I realized that right away. The tie was barely holding, and when she turned to adjust the slipper, I saw her entire back and the outline of her ass. So hard, so round. The blood rushed to my head. - Oh, Sasha, thank you for coming! - she says, smiling as if we weren't go... 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

I always thought that being a secretary for a boss like Mr. Harris would be a chore—coffee, reports, calls. But damn, he was a real character: tall, with those broad shoulders that stretched his shirt, and eyes that sometimes slid over me like I was something tasty rather than just an employee. I was 28, he was in his late 30s, divorced, and there was talk around the office that he was no saint. And me? I was just trying to keep it together, but inside I sometimes fantasized about him pinning me to the desk. Silly, right? But that business trip changed everything. We flew to Chicago for a conference – he was speaking, I was assisting. The hotel was fancy, one room for two, but with separate rooms, like a suite. "We're saving the company's budget," he said with a grin when we checked in. It was a free evening, the conference started the next day. "Anna, let's go have dinner? We can't just sit in the room," he suggested, and I nodded, feeling something... continue reading

I sat in a chair in the corner of our living room, watching the candlelight cast shadows on the walls. The light was subdued, almost intimate, but there was something heavy in the air. My wife, Lera, stood at the bar, idly stirring a cocktail in a tall glass. She was 32, but she looked flawless: long dark hair flowing over her shoulders, a tight black dress that emphasized every curve of her body - a thin waist, rounded hips, breasts that seemed about to burst from the cleavage. She knew how to present herself. She knew I was watching. And she knew how it affected me. I, Artem, 35, am an ordinary middle manager, with a receding hairline and a habit of slouching when I'm nervous. It's not that I'm ugly, but next to Lera I always felt... smaller. She was like fire, and I was like a smoldering ember about to go out. We'd been married for seven years, and somewhere along the way our marriage had turned into a strange dance of love, habit, and... this. This. This. Lera gl... continue reading

I always thought that being a secretary for a boss like Mr. Harris would be a chore—coffee, reports, calls. But damn, he was a real character: tall, with those broad shoulders that stretched his shirt, and eyes that sometimes slid over me like I was something tasty rather than just an employee. I was 28, he was in his late 30s, divorced, and there was talk around the office that he was no saint. And me? I was just trying to keep it together, but inside I sometimes fantasized about him pinning me to the desk. Silly, right? But that business trip changed everything. We flew to Chicago for a conference – he was speaking, I was assisting. The hotel was fancy, one room for two, but with separate rooms, like a suite. "We're saving the company's budget," he said with a grin when we checked in. It was a free evening, the conference started the next day. "Anna, let's go have dinner? We can't just sit in the room," he suggested, and I nodded, feeling something... continue reading

First of all, I would like to introduce myself and tell you a few words about myself. My name is Ira, I am a rather diligent and cheerful girl of 18 years old. Quite an average student of one of the industrial technical schools in the vastness of our great and vast Motherland. Short brunette, quite slender, but not a fitness babe, with neat size 2 breasts. And so fate has it that about ten years ago I had a half-brother Andrey, a couple of years older than me. We never had particularly warm feelings for each other, but we tried not to spoil life unnecessarily. And to my great happiness, my parents sent us to different educational institutions, and besides, my brother was already finishing his studies and was going to leave for the capital to continue his studies in the correspondence department at the university. I was comparatively glad that I would have to see him even less in my hometown. But as it soon became clear, I was wrong not to be interested in my brother and tried to ign... continue reading

I work as a loader at one of the factories. The work is not dusty, every day I just move boxes on a special machine, stack them in rows and sort them. I return home late in the evening, I am constantly in the fresh air, and they pay me so much that I alone have enough to live on. I do not complain, I just want water and bread, and let others try, eat and dress everything else. So one evening, in winter, in 30-degree frost, I was walking home all bundled up to my ears, trudging through high snowdrifts, pressing on my head so that my ears fell off, I forgot my ushanka hat at home, and suddenly, out of nowhere, a girl of about 26 years old jumped out. It was obvious that she was very cold, her tattered autumn sheepskin coat was covered with frost, her hands were blue. I took off my down jacket and led the girl home. Not even out of compassion, but because I hadn't had a woman for over a year. It made itself felt. When I looked at her legs, to which her jeans were stuck from the col... continue reading

First of all, I would like to introduce myself and tell you a few words about myself. My name is Ira, I am a rather diligent and cheerful girl of 18 years old. Quite an average student of one of the industrial technical schools in the vastness of our great and vast Motherland. Short brunette, quite slender, but not a fitness babe, with neat size 2 breasts. And so fate has it that about ten years ago I had a half-brother Andrey, a couple of years older than me. We never had particularly warm feelings for each other, but we tried not to spoil life unnecessarily. And to my great happiness, my parents sent us to different educational institutions, and besides, my brother was already finishing his studies and was going to leave for the capital to continue his studies in the correspondence department at the university. I was comparatively glad that I would have to see him even less in my hometown. But as it soon became clear, I was wrong not to be interested in my brother and tried to ign... continue reading

This story happened to me many years ago. It was the year two thousand.

My mother and I worked in the same organization. She had one friend there. At that time, she was closer to fifty, but despite the numbers, she was very slender, about seventy-five meters tall, weighing, I think, up to fifty-five kg, and had size four breasts. In short, as they say, she was in good condition and this person’s name was Irina. At that time, her husband, with whom she had lived for quite a long time, abandoned her and she was in a trance. But time took its toll and she slowly came to her senses. Sometimes my mother and I started talking about Irina, naturally not on my initiative, and I learned small but interesting details about her life. She was born in another city, got married in order to move to Moscow and get a residence permit. And as it turned out, Madame was always rather weak in the front. And she had a daughter, Olga, a couple of years younger than me. I didn’t know her, but only saw he... continue reading

I wanted to fuck a young chick. Not by age. By build. I wanted a thin, cute one, to crush, torment, kiss until unconscious and fuck. And in the immediate environment, the women were all perfect: fleshy, busty, big-assed. Even the nipples that stood along the route were not distinguished by their thin constitution. And I really wanted it, like a pregnant woman wants something and you can’t refuse her.

The neighbor's Yulka was washing the floor. More precisely, I washed it. In the pocket, they washed the floors one by one and now it was her turn. Yulka lived with her mother. After burying Vasil, Tatyana quickly consoled herself. “Cousins” and other “relatives” often stayed overnight with her. Yulka is not far from her mother and has already had her first abortion. She was like her parents. Each person jumped one and a half meters, and they shared their height with Yulka. It was civilized in a pocket with four apartments.

I brought an old coffee table, a couple of old armchairs, an... continue reading

It happened on a warm autumn day in mid-September. I was sitting in my office at work and drawing up staff vacation schedules for the next year. My office is small, well lit by daylight, with a PC and a large table for various kinds of documents. Suddenly there was a gentle knock on the door. Usually my staff comes to me without knocking, so I immediately realized that these were not locals. I said, "Come in." The door opened and my employee’s wife came into my office. I will describe it briefly.

A slender, beautiful girl with big eyes, hair dyed a pleasant red color, quite tall. She worked as a laboratory manager at our enterprise. She was dressed in a blouse and jeans that nicely hugged her slender legs and ass. To be honest, I always secretly looked at her and, thinking about what I would do with her in bed, I began to get excited. However, I did not show my secret desires in any way, firstly, this is the wife of my colleague, secondly, work is not a place where you can have fu... continue reading

It was an ordinary Friday evening. I came to visit my parents for the weekend. Like my ex Anya, they live in the same city. After evening gatherings with relatives, I became bored and decided to call her, but I was sure that she would not answer the phone because she has a husband, a child, she is already 27, in general, a full-fledged family. As expected, she didn't answer me. A couple of hours later, closer to 23:00, an SMS arrived: “Did you call?” , I replied, “Yes, I’m in the city, if possible, I wanted to see you.” After another hour, she called and I heard a rather drunk, painfully familiar voice. “Come to us, we are celebrating my friend’s birthday, at my grandmother’s apartment, she has left,” said Anya. Without thinking twice, taking a couple of bottles of wine from home, I was already on my way to them. There is a knock on the door and I am greeted by Anya and their friends Katya and Olya. Anya has stunning blue eyes that you can look into forever. She looked chic in a sparkl... continue reading

Natasha is a long forgotten past. She cheated on me, it’s hard to forgive. I built a new life, and she was left far behind.

But here is the alumni meeting. Exactly ten years passed after graduation; I would hardly have shown up, but the unexpected appearance of many friends from my youth forced me to come. We drank a lot and discussed a long-forgotten past. I felt good, I haven’t felt like I was in the company of close people for a long time, the kind that make you forget about everything.

But then she appeared. A chill immediately ran down my spine. For a whole year after graduation, she was fucked by a classmate named Yegor, and all I could think about was how Natasha and I would build our beautiful future. Unexpectedly, at the beginning of the second year, she confessed everything to me, I became very sad and broke off our relationship with her.

Since that time, a lot of water has passed under the bridge: I married the woman I loved, and I had never even seen her.

And so she... continue reading

It was before the weekend. A friend invited me to his home to drink vodka. I got ready, bought vodka and cognac for her wife and went to them. A friend and his wife met me and took me to the kitchen. We started drinking, his wife had cognac, and we had vodka. Having drunk quite a bit, we went to smoke on the balcony.

When his wife returned and changed into a short dressing gown, I noticed that she was not wearing a bra. A friend fucked her up, why are you dressed up like that? You're even sitting there without a bra. And she says that she has beautiful breasts and can sit without a bra. She asked me a couple of times if I liked her breasts? I said it was a good size. My favorite is 4th. She asked if she excites me? I nodded my head.

Then we sat and had a drink, and went to smoke with a friend. Suddenly he asks me if I want her wife? I refused, but he still insisted on an answer. I replied that if not your wife, then I would sleep with her. And he says come on, we’ll fuck her togeth... continue reading

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