The highway was empty. I pressed the gas pedal too hard, rushing home after a bad date. Anger and frustration burned inside me, and I longed for speed. The red lights of a patrol car flashed unexpectedly behind me. I cursed under my breath and pulled over to the side of the road. The inspector approached slowly, the beam of his flashlight gliding across the car, across my bare knees. I rolled down the window. "License and car documents," the voice was low and brutal. "You're speeding by forty kilometers, citizen." "Sorry, I'm in a hurry," I handed over the documents, trying to speak softly. The flashlight still shone in my face, and then the beam slowly crept lower, down my neck, to the neckline of my light sundress. My breathing quickened. "The punishment for such violations is severe," he said, walking around the car and opening the door on my side. "Get out." I stepped out. My legs were shaking slightly for some reason. He stood ver... continue reading

My mother-in-law arrived at our apartment and I could tell that my wife felt something was off because I was being quiet and was probably acting like I was nervous. Unlike before, my mother-in-law didn't hug me and only gave me a quick 'hello'.

I suggested my wife's favorite restaurant for dinner, which seemed to help to lighten the mood somewhat. When the food arrived, the two of them talked like usual and I ate in silence, waiting for the bomb to drop.

When we were finishing up and nothing had happened, I was starting to think that she had changed her mind and wasn't going to say anything at all, but all of a sudden my mother-in-law said something to my wife in French and I could tell it was more serious from the tone.

My wife looked over at me and said, "Oh, my mom says she wants to talk to me alone. Would it be okay?"

I was at the kitchen sink washing my hands, and I answered, "Sure, I'll go for a ride. Text me when you want me back."

Honestly, it was a relief that I wasn't g... continue reading

Everything started to spiral when our Olimp chain fitness club was acquired by Golden Energy. For me, a Pilates instructor, it was a low blow. Rumors of personnel purges were terrifying: even star trainers were being fired. I'm thirty-two, I maintain the figure of a twenty-five-year-old, and this place was my bread and butter. Three days after signing the documents, the five of us instructors were called into the main hall for an "interview." The new manager, Denis, a strong, muscular man in his forties, sat in a leg press chair. Beside him stood his three assistants—equally muscular "muscle men." The conversation began with banalities: training plans, attendance statistics. Then Denis put down his protein shake and asked point-blank: — Tell me, Angelina, is this job your last chance? “Yes,” I exhaled, clutching my fitness tracker. "Okay. New rules. Your work attire is leggings one size too small and a sports bra with no support. You leave your bra in the loc... continue reading

A few years ago me (25) and my girlfriend Stephanie (24) had some friends get married in another city. It was close enough to drive, which was lucky because we were broke. It wasn't close enough to drive back that night, which was also lucky, but seemed unlucky at the time.

The bride was one of Stephanie's friends, so most of the people we knew were other women in their friend group. To save money Steph asked me if I would be willing to share a hotel room with some of them, so I said yes and didn't think anything else about it until we checked in for the weekend.

We happened to arrive at the same time as the others, so standing at the check-in counter was where I found out that we were sharing a room with two queen beds with four other women. Apparently no one else's boyfriends had wanted to come.

Maybe this sounds hot, but at the time I was annoyed. Having to have a third person in the bed was a virtual guarantee that I would be on the outside with Stephanie in the middle, with no... continue reading

cant believe im back here posting a part 2 already but after that **first time jerking off my friend with the broken arm it was all i could think about nonstop. his thick veiny cock throbbing in my hand and all that built up cum shooting out** because of me left me soaked for days. heres pt1:

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so for the next couple days i kept replaying it every night touching myself imagining more and yeah i couldnt stop thinking about his dick even when we hung out like normal friends watching movies or whatever. my eyes would drift down to his shorts remembering how hard he got just from talking about it. a few days later his arm was still in that heavy cast and he was resting on the couch complaining about how bored and frustrated he felt so i sat next to him my pussy already getting wet just from being close.

i told him straight up that i had been thinking about his cock constantly and wanted to help him out again. he looked surprised but that bulge started growing right awa... continue reading

Friday evening was lazy. I was lounging on the couch, mindlessly flipping through channels, when the doorbell rang. Standing there was Inga, my neighbor downstairs. A tall, athletic brunette, the kind I usually only greeted in the elevator. She looked nervous, her long hair pulled back into a messy bun. "Dima, I'm so sorry," she babbled. "My kitchen faucet blew, a pipe burst, I turned the water off, but I'm afraid to turn it back on—I'm afraid to flood it completely. You said you were a tech savvy person, right?" I rummaged around sparingly, but helping my neighbor was a sacred duty. I threw on a T-shirt and went downstairs to get her. Her apartment smelled of something spicy. Walking into the kitchen, I assessed the scale of the disaster: streaks on the ceiling, wet rags on the floor, and a puddle under the sink. Inga stood nearby, nervously fiddling with the hem of her short housedress. I crouched down and examined the pipe. Replacing the gasket was a s... continue reading

I came all over my sister-in-law in a private steam room while our spouses were gone.

And the worst part is, I still catch myself arguing the technicalities.

We didn’t have sex.

We didn’t kiss.

She never touched my cock.

I never touched her pussy.

Technically.

Which is a stupid fucking word when you’re talking about your brother-in-law’s wife standing naked in front of you with your cum on her stomach.

This happened last Christmas in Koh Samui, Thailand. I’m married. She’s married. I love my wife. I’m not going to pretend it was an accident.

My wife is Korean, from LA. We’ve been married three years. I get along with most of her family, but her younger brother Adam has always annoyed me. Younger, richer, louder – the type who turns every conversation into a contest.

His wife Melissa was a lot.

29, half-Korean, half-Australian, tall with long dark hair, smooth olive skin, and a yoga body she knew exactly how to use. She has over 100k IG... continue reading

Our company sold expensive foreign cars. We had a peculiar team: the managers were all hardened windbags in cheap but well-pressed suits, the secretaries had silicone-like everything, and then we—the service department. The techies. There were three of us: Sanya, Dan, and me. We didn't wear suits, we swore, and we were the only ones who actually understood how all these fancy cars worked, and weren't just kissing customers' asses for a percentage of the sale. Taras Arkadyevich was the head of this entire cesspool. A fat, sweaty man in his late sixties with a perpetually purple neck and a gold signet ring on his little finger. He yelled at everyone, delayed wages, and considered himself a business genius simply because he'd once borrowed money and opened a dealership in the right location. We quietly hated him, but tolerated him because he gave us the opportunity to tinker with expensive cars and occasionally make a small profit on spare parts. But he had one asset wh... continue reading

It was a Saturday afternoon in July. The sun was at its zenith, and the air shimmered with heat. My parents had gone into town to shop, leaving me, twenty-three-year-old Liza, to have the dacha to myself. I put on my most revealing swimsuit—a tiny, sky-blue bikini with ties at the hips. After a moment's thought, I removed my bra, tossing it onto a nearby lounge chair. Sunbathing topless on my own property, surrounded by a high fence and not a soul, seemed like a wonderful and perfectly safe idea. My skin, slicked with coconut oil for tanning, glistened. I closed my eyes, turning my face and chest to the sun. A gentle breeze stirred my hair, pulled back into a loose bun. My thoughts drifted lazily, and I almost dozed off. My body was covered in a light sweat, beads of sweat rolling down between my breasts and onto my stomach. - Lisa, hi! Am I disturbing you? A voice came from somewhere off to the side, from the neighbor's fence. I sat up abruptly, instinctively covering my ch... continue reading

Those were hard times, but charming in their own way. I was working at the time for a company that sold everything from Turkish knitwear to computer diskettes. There was money, but there were also plenty of headaches. That's how I found myself in a reserved seat carriage on the Moscow-Kurgan train with a briefcase stuffed with cash. An astronomical sum by those standards—about twenty thousand dollars, I think. I was taking it to a business associate with strict instructions: don't meet anyone, don't drink, and don't leave the carriage. I chose a reserved seat on purpose—to blend in among the common folk, rather than be seen in the sleeper car, where every Tambourine punk identifies business travelers by the scent of their cologne. I rode on the bottom berth, pretending to be a tired worker, and gazed out the window at the passing birch trees. The boring town of Kurgan was still about eighteen hours away. At one of the stations—somewhere beyond Murom, I think—SHE floa... continue reading

To start, I’m a man who enjoys a decent backstory, so if you’d like to skip right to the dirt, find the line.

Back in my sophomore year of college, I had recently been dumped by my first and only girlfriend. It was a high school thing that didn’t survive the college experience as so many don’t. This left me with three things: a bruised ego, a starving cock, and an over abundance of time on my hands. The first two I simply tried to remedy with frequent nights out at the bar, but the excess time left me a bit listless.

I was studying STEM but had always had a passion for writing, so I decided to submit a short-story to a college sponsored contest and somehow ended up as one of the finalists. Next thing I know I’m receiving information about some event I’m supposed to attend in which I will meet other finalists and read a portion of the story in front of a crowd. Not exactly my scene, but fuck it, my ego could use the boost.

The night goes by without much excitement. I read my stuff al... continue reading

Friends think I'm a model family man. Colleagues think I'm a quiet, henpecked husband. But I'm just a guy who realized: my dick only gets hard when I know someone else has already been inside my wife. And the dirtier, the rougher it is, the more hands and dicks there are, the harder it shakes me. Polina understood this before I did. She brought me into this life—the life of a cuckold who waits in the bushes, in the closet, behind the vegetable crates. Waiting to lick it off later. My wife Polina had completely developed a taste for infidelity and no longer hid the fact that she enjoyed being used roughly, without ceremony. She began staying late more often "on business" and always returned home with that same smell that drove me crazy. In mid-August, Polina said she was going to the vegetable market to pick up some seasonal fruit. She was wearing a light summer dress that barely covered her butt, and no underwear. I immediately realized it had nothing to do with... continue reading

hey everyone i need to get this off my chest because its been replaying in my head nonstop since it happened.

**TLDR: this is about my close friend who broke his right arm pretty badly. his hand was stuck in a heavy cast and he was complaining nonstop about how frustrating everything was especially taking care of himself.**

**I ended up helping him out as friends and jerking him off hahahah**

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one night we were hanging out at his place just watching movies and he looked super tense.

he finally admitted he hadnt cum in over a week because jerking off with his left hand felt awkward and the cast made it impossible to get comfortable. i felt bad for him and one thing led to another and i offered to help him out.

at first he laughed it off thinking i was joking but when i stayed serious and told him it was no big deal between friends he got quiet. i could see the bulge already forming in his shorts just from the conversation. i sat closer on the couch a... continue reading

He had an important dinner with his partners, and he repeated a hundred times: "Be home by seven, don't let me down." And as luck would have it, I was stuck in a meeting, then traffic jams, my phone died... I burst into the apartment just after eight, sweaty, in a business suit, in heels, and from the moment I stepped inside I knew there was going to be a storm. He was sitting in the living room, in the semi-darkness. He wasn't shouting. He was just looking. His gaze made my insides clench. I started babbling about a meeting, about traffic jams, but he interrupted me very quietly: "You've embarrassed me. I've called ten times." "I tried..." "Shut up. Go to the bedroom. Stand facing the wall and wait." Goosebumps ran all over my body. I took off my shoes and walked wobbly to the bedroom. I stood up as he told me. My heart was pounding somewhere in my throat. A couple of minutes later he came in, and I heard him lock the door. I could te... continue reading

It all happened so quickly. My wife and I were fucking in our room when our dog started barking at the door.

“I heard someone knock,” my wife said.

Fuck. I grumbled. I pulled out of my wife and threw on a robe. Better go make sure it’s not an emergency. My dick is pretty big and it was still hard, so to hide it I tucked it under the robe sash which was tied around my waist.

At the door, I grabbed my dog's collar to make sure he didn’t run and reached towards the handle. When I opened it, there was a cutely dressed younger woman holding a clip board standing practically in my doorway.

“Hi there,” she drew out her greeting in a disarming innocent tone.

“Have you heard of \\\*her organization\\\*, we’re a nonprofit humanitarian group here in the area.” She smiled and looked down at my dog excitedly as she finished speaking.

“Oh hi,” I said. I really wasn’t expecting this.

“No I haven’t, but now really isn’t a good time sorry.” I replied, trying to be polite.

I was holding my... continue reading

I'm twenty-nine. I work for a large logistics company. In the sales department. Our team is small and close-knit. Dimon, Seryoga, and I are the trio that manages half the workload. And above us is Tatyana Leonidovna. She's the executive director. She's forty-three years old. She's a striking woman. Tall, stately, with the posture of a former basketball player. Broad shoulders, long, strong legs. Her C-cup breasts are always encased in formal blouses. Her butt is round and curved, tightly clasped by a skirt below the knees. She wears heels and clacks down the hallway so loudly that heads turn. Her hair is light brown, cut in a bob. Her face is well-bred, with fine features, and her gaze is sharp and commanding. She's been divorced twice. No children. She lives for her work. She had a rock-solid character. Her voice was well-trained and commanding. At the slightest provocation, she'd call you to the carpet and scold you so hard the walls would shake. But she wa... continue reading

Lera showed up at our apartment doorway late at night. Her eyes were tear-stained, her mascara smeared across her cheeks, and she was carrying the smallest duffel bag I'd ever seen. She and my friend Anton had had another huge fight, and she couldn't think of anything better to do than come over—she knew Anton was on a bender and spending the night away from home. My girlfriend was visiting her parents, so I had the apartment to myself. We drank tea in the kitchen, talking about the worthlessness of men in general and Anton in particular, and I caught myself staring at her knees, clad in thin nylon. I'd never had any thoughts about Lera. Seriously. Until that night, I'd simply seen her as a friend's girlfriend, attractive but forbidden. But now, as she sat across from me in a light housedress she'd clearly thrown on in a hurry, her body wrapped helplessly in a blanket, something dark and viscous began to brew inside me. I imagined lifting that dress, squeezin... continue reading

I was in my hometown for my cousin’s wedding. I had a lot going on at the office so it was a quick trip- flew in Friday and hung out w my brother and his girlfriend, brunch w my parents on Saturday and then the rehearsal dinner, and the wedding was to be Sunday afternoon at the botanical garden.

One of my best childhood friends, Zoe, still lived in my hometown. Zoe is 3 years older than me and in that sense was always my older, cooler friend. We had a lot of very good mutual friends and hung out a lot in the summers.

We became especially close while I was in college; she lived close to the university that I attended at the time and we took road trips, drank beers, went camping etc. Over the years that we spent hanging out, both of us had a number of a significant others and so we were never really romantically involved (save for a drunk make out session one night in NYC).

I let Zoe know I’d be in town for the wedding and we decided we should hang out if our schedules aligned. We... continue reading

He never imagined making house calls. But private practice dictated its own rules. Patients with money wanted comfort, privacy, and complete confidentiality. It was more peaceful for everyone. The only thing he firmly resolved for himself was no liberties. Under any circumstances. Examination, consultation, appointments—and goodbye. She scheduled an online appointment a week ago. She filled out the form as standard: routine checkup, twenty-four years old, no complaints. The voice on the other end of the line was young and slightly agitated. And there he stands at the door of her apartment with a medical kit. The door opens almost immediately. A short, red-haired girl with curls spilling over her shoulders stands before him. Her green eyes look at him with curiosity and poorly concealed embarrassment. She's wearing a light, champagne-colored silk robe, cinched at the waist with a belt. Beneath it, something decidedly more elegant than her usual lingerie is visible. “Come in, Doct... continue reading

A few years ago, post-COVID, Vegas was exploding with pent-up energy, and I was right there with it. I’d drive from LA every few months to blow off steam at the poker tables and enjoy the vibe of being around actual people after being locked in for a couple of years. This trip, I checked into the Cosmopolitan on a Monday, planning to grind $2/5 No Limit next door at the Bellagio by night and work remotely by day.

I hit the tables around 7 PM with $500 of chips, and luck was on my side. I doubled up early with AA cracking KK, pulled off a ballsy bluff, and then slowly grinded my stack up.

Shortly after I sat down, a stunning Japanese woman sat next to me. Mariko (as I later learned) was 27, petite at 5’4”, with sharp almond eyes framed by lush lashes, silky jet-black hair swaying to her shoulders, and an elegant vibe in her cashmere cardigan over a silk blouse and loose black pants hugging her curves just right. She had this refined poise, but damn, her presence lit a spark.

The tab... continue reading