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And there is a hole in the old woman. I've never been lucky with young girls. They didn't have success. Why dont know. In short, at the age of nineteen, I realized that it is much better to have a non-committal relationship with a woman over forty than to experience novels with peers with violent showdowns, jealousy, betrayals, lies. Of course, it was very difficult to get acquainted with adult ladies and divorce them for sex, but it was possible. So he lived until the age of 23. Until I graduated from college and got a job. This is where I got into a story.

By that time I had a car, not the worst, but not the most interesting job either. I made a lot of money at the time. He lived with his parents, but did not want to work for their small business. He helped, of course, as far as possible. No more.

So. Once I drove by this same car to a friend who lives near the Universitet metro station. And, leaving his entrance, I noticed a completely gorgeous chick. That is, the first thing I ... continue reading

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A few hours later, my second "I" thrashed in a slight chill of a hangover dizziness, but did not show it. It always behaved calmly and slightly sarcastically. And this time, his mumbling about "he's never had such a 'thoughtful' gangster in his life" didn't piss me off too much. Yes, and it would be ridiculous to argue and disagree if all our sexual fun had a clear and strict direction under the control of the first "I" who fell into a sexually creative trance.

In full accordance with the scenario, my most important, largest and slowest gear had the worst of all: it had the main blow. Its cogs, creaking plaintively, jumped out of engagement with the neighboring more efficient and nimble gear, and the unfortunate part of my chronometric organism flew into the beyond, dragging gnashing springs, bushings and pendulums behind it. The other parts of me that survived so far froze in a tetanus of horror, realizing only too well that they had very little left to enjoy the triumphant reality.... continue reading

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Johnny did not understand why he came to this house. It's just that Jet came in the morning and said that he, Ug and Mark were going to spend this evening at a friend's house. There will be four girls and they are missing one guy. It should be John. When asked why he was, Jet replied that the hostess wanted it that way.

They drove up to an old Gothic castle. John tried to express his doubts about the mistress's age. "What, are you afraid of old women," Ug asked: "Don't worry, the mistress is twenty-two years old, she is very rich and just like you, strange." They approached the massive front door, where the valet met them, helped them undress, and escorted them upstairs, where they were already waiting.

Everyone settled down in a large room near the fireplace and talked on various topics, absorbing various foods and drinks. Johnny looked around. In the far chair sat Julie, a long-legged blonde with a fiery look and an infectiously loud laugh. She kept looking meaningfully at Johnny... continue reading

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Recently, on my way back to Atlanta after a few years away, I decided to call an old friend of mine. I figured she was living with some guy, and a light drink would be a harmless enough friendly gesture. It turned out that she was very glad to hear from me, and insisted that I invite her to dinner tonight. I forgot that Cheri always turned me on, and I realized that I was looking forward to tonight. There was me, there was she, and there was evening.

The dinner was amazing and the conversation flowed easily like wine. As before, we sipped liquor and looked at each other thoughtfully. Her foot found mine under the table, and she began to rub my calf with her instep. It seemed like we never parted.

Now her fingers were stroking the tubercle of my very aroused cock. "Max, why don't we go to my place, and you take it and fuck me like you used to?"

I was only too glad to pay the bill and leave. In the car, she ran her fingers through my hair and her tongue into my mouth. Her lips were... continue reading

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I went crazy from the absence of a wife and intimate life. She was in my custody. And so, from all this, I began to look on the Internet for a way to correct my situation, and I came across a married couple from my city. We started talking, agreed to meet in a cafe to get to know each other. But unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, the meeting did not take place. They had their own affairs, I had my own (work, wife, etc.) But then the census began at work, and it turned out that everyone was free tonight. We agreed on a meeting place and special signs of each other.

To be honest, I was a little shaken by this adventure. What awaits me there, what should I expect from this meeting, of course there was a whole bunch of thoughts. But still I decided and at the appointed time was on the spot.

I quickly found a white jeep according to the description, and hovered of course. Walk past or take a chance, and yet almost 3 months of abstinence did their job and I did not run home without l... continue reading

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Dinner ended, and the footman opened the doors to the dessert room.

Through the blue gas canopy, Marlene could make out two black shapes in the bright yellow square of the doorway. A second later, Jeeves turned on the overhead light, hurting her eyes, which had grown accustomed to the dark. Marlene blinked. The approaching footsteps of the host and guest echoed in the vast empty room. They got really close...

- ... And now, Sir Henry, let me treat you to a little exotic dessert. You will like it, I am sure.

- To be honest, I'm not a fan of sweets... but if your pastry chef is as skilled as your cook, I probably won't be able to resist.

- I'm just SURE that you will not resist such a temptation ...

“I am intrigued, Lord Erdington. Rumors about the wonders of your house have even reached France. Friends in Paris asked me more than once, knowing that I knew you, if I had ever dined with you.

- I'm sorry I couldn't invite you to my place earlier. I think you will understand me ... continue reading

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Some obsession came over me. Some unknown force seized me, my eyes filled with lead, and I fell asleep. I sleep. And I see a dream...

Smiling joyfully, you stepped out of the water and dried yourself dry with a thick terry towel. Before you had time to sit on the grass next to me, when suddenly next to you in some incomprehensible way were two strong, slender, completely naked young Negroes. Bewilderment, fear and a strong desire seized you. One of them walked up to you, grabbed your silky soft hair tightly with a muscular hand, and pulled your head down. You could not keep your feet, and knelt down in front of him. A large, black and thick member began to raise his head. The Negro, continuing to hold your hair tightly, took the cock at the base with his other hand and slowly brought it to your lips.

Your fear and desire simultaneously became huge, your eyes closed, and your tongue began to feel and lick a large dark head. One of your hands began to caress his balls, covered with s... continue reading

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Do I have a dream? Fantasy, a kind of "Paradise on Earth"? - you ask, gentlemen.

Difficult question, but I'll try to answer...

It will probably be an island. Such a small island. Greenery, sun, sea. A small house with verandas, bedrooms with huge beds, a hall with armchairs, sofas, a huge TV with 2-3 round-the-clock porn channels (no perversions, BDSM and other nonsense, only "pretty", only "bliss, tenderness and passion")! Beautiful pool, sun loungers, fruits, light drinks and... Ladies! Different, but all amazingly beautiful, sexy! No, I don't want to be their master or their slave. I just want to be with them and give them pleasure! Long, passionate and insatiable. Devour them with your eyes, admire their beauty, kiss their bodies, inhale their divine scent, touch their skin, hair, holes and bulges... and, of course, fuck them. All this I call sex.

So, morning. The sun's rays break through the foliage and enter the bedroom. Illuminate the walls, the floor, the huge bed. I wake... continue reading

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And if you take and discard all prohibitions? What if one day you wake up in a world where all erotic desires are allowed and, besides being allowed, they are also easily fulfilled ... What if all the prohibitions are really just an illusion?

So I reasoned, thinking about what I would like to experience in my sex life ...

I never liked vulgarity, all these cheap porn divas with their unnatural "Ya!", "Ya!" ... Why so much vulgarity in such a wonderful genre as erotica? Or vile blacks - well, I do not like blacks - they have limited intelligence! How I do not like fat, white-skinned, pimply, vulgar, jerky ...

Why is it always like this in erotica? Why is there no mystery, beauty, intimacy in it? After all, a short skirt does not mean attractive.

Something completely different is attractive ... A girl in a veil is much more desirable if she is dressed correctly and presented in the right light ...

Having discarded all prohibitions, I began to explore what I really wanted to exp... continue reading

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My friend Yurka had a constant mistress, whom he often mentioned in our conversations. I did not know her, but according to Yurka, she was a woman - a masterpiece. She was a few years older than Yurka (older than me, of course), but supposedly she knew how to do everything. And when she treated the cock with her mouth, Yurka experienced inexplicable bliss and she did not refuse in the ass, moreover, she insisted that Yurka cum in the ass.

She, according to Yurka, was unusually gentle and affectionate. In addition to everything, she differed little from the circus midget in her height: - she was unusually miniature. Petite women are my weakness!

In general, Yurka drummed into my weak soul (weak to the female sex) an irresistible desire to share with him the bed in which Olechka is - this is his mistress.

I expressed my desire to Yurka, with a request to agree with Olya so that I would be accepted into their “family”.

Yuri promised. But, as I saw, I did not feel any special joy f... continue reading

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All the events described in the story actually happened. The names of the actors have been changed.

This evening we celebrated Natalie's birthday. At one time, she quite successfully married a Dane, moreover, it seems, out of love. Nika and I find him charming, which is exactly what he is - fun, attractive, athletic. There is, however, a minus that you have to chat in English, but it does not matter.

There were six of us that evening. I sat between Nika and Natalie, from time to time catching the warm touches of one or the other leg under the table. The Dane sat next to Natalie. There was also a friend of the Dane. To complete the picture, let's describe him: for 30 years, he had his own business in a neighboring city, where he found a girlfriend who was with him today. We saw her for the first time, and she mostly smiled and kept quiet. Nothing like a girl, everything is in place, really. My Nika will be slimmer. We ate, drank and laughed - what else do they do in taverns? The con... continue reading

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I can hardly remember her name. Looks like Stacey. Yes, that's probably right. Stacey Muller, either German or English. I met her at a party with one of my friends, Count Sh-va. There were few ladies at the reception hosted by the count, and she stood out from all the rest, like a pure royal diamond, framed by small semi-precious stones. I will try to describe her so that it is clear why I was fascinated by this woman.

Quite tall for her slender figure, fair-skinned, graceful, like a Chinese ivory figurine. Platinum curls are neatly styled, a beautiful thin-lipped mouth lined with bright red lipstick. The skin of the face is fashionably whitened to a painful pallor. Deep shadows under the eyes, black as the Persian night. Add to this the exquisite evening gown of black velvet and the languid grace with which she carried herself, and you will understand why I could not take my eyes off her throughout the evening.

Count Sh-ov noticed my condition and whispered in my ear:

- Good stu... continue reading

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The story is based on real events that happened to the pornomaster, for ethical reasons real names may be changed.

Having received an invitation to spend the evening with one of my friends, I, your humble servant pornomaster, accepted the invitation. My friend is a very strange person, in addition to being a member of one of the sects, he is also a pervert and an exhibitionist.

Playing cards, like other nonsense, naturally quickly became boring. And then our tireless Sasha suggested a game: everyone blindfolded with a scarf, then one of us hid the object (in order to be able to use all places, including intimate places, we chose an elastic band), and then they searched him, there was about 15 seconds. And you can search by touching his face, and then the place below the navel I found an elastic band in a slipper. By the way, about the girl Nastya, I need to tell you especially: this is the unique kind of Russian girl who combines beauty and desire for sex, with not false modesty an... continue reading

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It is strange to write about what happened to me, it seems, quite recently. Two years ago I was a man. More precisely, I was a woman, but in a male body.

And finally, something happened that I sought for a very long time and very persistently. I did the surgery!!!

Now I have a beautiful vagina, elastic breasts, a round protruding ass!

What a thrill!!!

As soon as the rehabilitation period passed (and it flew by unnoticed in preparations for the first real sex), I ran into a problem ... where, how, with whom?

The answer came by chance, in the face of my neighbor. She knew everything about me - somehow I, dressed in a "fucking" dress, in stockings and with a cool make-up, ran into her on the street. It was night, and I was walking in the hope of "taking off" when at the bus stop, where I was sitting cross-legged, Katya came up to me and shot a cigarette. I treated her, and then she recognized me. We went to my place, drank, talked. I told her everything, and somehow she immediat... continue reading

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I was told this story of hers (once, under a very good drunk) by my very good friend, with whom at the time of work at the company we had some pleasant confidential (but not long-term close ones, unfortunately - three times with camouflage after a working day on the occasion of some - some holidays on a little drunk do not count, of course, but both caught euphoria) relationship at one time and with whom we worked in one good foreign company.

Elvira worked as the chief economist, practically, which meant financial director, I am the only lawyer in the company. Elya, who was 36 years old then, and I am 30, I must say, in our company, was probably the most proud and not giving married young woman with two offspring, although other women of all ages unceremoniously got rid of completely in our sabantuis, pushing them apart without any problems legs and getting all the pleasures from male members, even dancing naked on banquet tables, moving food along the edge. Everyone fucked each othe... continue reading

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Natasha arrived only in the evening to inspect the progress of repairs in the apartment. A team of Moldovan builders was already resting, sitting at the table and making fried potatoes with cracklings right from the frying pan. There were tomatoes and cucumbers in a bowl on the table, a pile of salt was sprinkled on a piece of newsprint, an open pack of margarine lay next to it, and there was an open half-liter bottle, already half empty.

The team is three men. For the brigadier, wiry, about fifty, Nikolai, he is Nikolai. The man is gloomy and looks dangerous. The other two, rosy-cheeked, thick, with a belly, Misha, and the joker Sasha, aka Sando, both 30 years old.

Natasha looked around the rooms. The repair was, of course, a C grade - so believe the recommendations of your friends - but if you close your eyes, tolerable. Nikolai followed her around the large apartment in silence, like a shadow. He was sullenly silent in response to the remarks, only twisting his mouth. We got to ... continue reading

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Another one of my old fantasy about Olenka. Fantasy each time received more and more details and finally found enough of them to take shape in a single story. So...

I, Fedor, Peter, Andrey and Matvey waited for the moment when you worked at the car wash in the afternoon and were alone for 3 hours. This was enough to carry out the plan. I was dressed simply in summer, T-shirt, jeans, sneakers and a mask. I knew you'd still recognize me, but it was protection from security cameras. The guys were dressed in riot police uniforms. I went in first, went through the hall where they wash cars, there was no one in it, put on a mask and went further to the waiting room for customers and the administrator. That administrator was you, Olenka. Slender, very beautiful blonde, with long curly hair, with brown luxurious eyes. Your forms excited me very much and forced me to fantasize regularly on your topic during masturbation. And, most importantly, these forms and your sweet, very feminine face, l... continue reading

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My name is Ira. I work as an accountant in a small firm. By my 40s, I look quite attractive. I have an average height of 171 cm, and the figure is a bit plump - I weigh 79 kg. Men have always liked my chest size 3, and slightly curvy hips. I have dark brown hair, just below my shoulders, and gray eyes.

This incident happened to me a year ago. Our area is bad. Often hooligans attacked passers-by, it happened that noisy companies drank under the windows all night long, once a car was even burned in our yard. But I didn't expect this to happen to me...

I was wearing a black button-down coat, jeans, black zip-up boots, and a beige sweater. It was early spring and there was still snow in places. I was returning home from work. It was already dark, and I could hardly see the road in the light of rare lanterns.

She walked tired, immersed in her thoughts and almost did not pay attention to the things and people around me.

Everything was as always. As usual, companies sat on benches, no... continue reading

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A blush covered Liza's face thickly, her thoughts were confused, and her eyes were stuck on a branch of a poplar tree swaying in the window, illuminated by the spring sun. The girl was unable to control herself and turn her eyes from the window to her classmates, timid and silent, not like 10 minutes ago. And where did their courage and audacity go when things took the expected, but such an exciting turn?

No one dared to take the first step, or even rush a classmate. Lisa, not looking at the guys, embarrassed, with shaking hands began to unbutton the naughty buttons. One by one, they loosened the hem of a white shirt, revealing a strip of the girl's tanned body. In painful silence, Lisa's blurry gaze passed over the faces of shy students, gradually the loud throbbing in the ears and dizziness were replaced by a feeling of excitement and lust. All four guys stood in front of Lisa and waited for what they had been striving for the whole 1st year to happen. Gradually, the numbness let g... continue reading

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For some time after the threesome, I was bursting with conflicting emotions. Jealousy came in waves, suddenly throwing me from "I legally fucked my girlfriend's hot friend in every way" to "Oksana cheated on me right in front of me." I did not want to quarrel and I withdrew into myself. Previously, Oksana would have found out what was the matter (by all means accompanying the interrogation with torture), but now I saw that she was also worried and was afraid to worsen the situation. This really upset me: I thought that if she felt guilty, then my jealousy was pointing in the right direction. Does she cheat on me regularly? Does she have a relationship with Dasha? Maybe she prefers women in general?

This went on for several painful days, until Oksana decided to speak about it first:

"I... owe you an apology," she said, fidgeting nervously with an unbuttoned shirt button.

- For what? I asked sadly.

- Then ... With Dasha ... It seems to me that I have somewhat crossed the line.

... continue reading

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