This story took place in the summer on a nudist beach in Moscow in Serebryany Bor...
I wandered naked among many naked and semi-naked women and men and looked for a pretty girl, not far from whom I could sit and admire her ...
And on the sand between low trees I saw a slender young girl. She was lying on her blanket on her stomach completely naked. Oh, how I liked her back, her girlish ass! Rarely, when a girl comes alone to a nudist beach. And this one came, sweet, wonderful ... And around, of course, the men settled down, and it’s not easy for me to sit next to me. Left, wandered in other places of the beach in search of romantic erotic encounters. There was no other success this time. Many women were with their men, and I don’t fit into such. And I returned to the cute nudist. She rolled over and was now on her back. I did not want to leave her, I settled down nearby. Oh, what a sweet, modest face she has! Ah, what a slim body! What miniature girlish boobs with pink nipples! And... continue reading
Getting to know swingers
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
Meeting in a cafe
It was getting dark outside. Passers-by, wrapping themselves tightly in their clothes, returned home. I sat in a cafe by the window and waited for you. To be honest, even at the mere thought of your appearance, it became tight in my trousers ... After all, we told each other a lot of things, from which the blood literally boiled and desire spilled all over the body.
And here you come in. In an elegant business suit - in a black skirt, under which the most seductive hips and an appetizing ass were guessed, and in a white blouse under a jacket, where there were two breathtaking mounds ...
I offered to take a seat at another table, in a secluded corner where no one would pay attention to us, would not interfere with us.
You drink hot coffee in small sips, wearily talking about the past working day. I myself can see that you are tired, so I move and find myself behind you. My palms gently touch your hair, stroking your head, relieving the stress accumulated during the day. My fingers... continue reading
Let's play cards? To undress... from the lips of our new acquaintances, roommates in the Rest House, a twenty-five-year-old pretty couple, after drinking so much that evening, it sounded as natural as if he offered to drink more... our girls looked at each other and smiled a little they looked at us in surprise ... are they joking, checking, or are they serious? seriously, seriously, girls... I see how you glance at him, I see what's in your taste, I understand what you like, otherwise I wouldn't agree... especially in the south with a couple that we'll never see after parting in a few days, why not? by the way, he looks at you with such a squint ... let's play? men against girls.
Who loses shoots one thing... are we playing up to the panties or beyond? um... are you girls serious? can you imagine how we will lose our swimming trunks to you? and fulfill your every desire? but only around the perimeter of this room ok? flushed, eyes shining, whispering ... I guess what ... you yoursel... continue reading
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
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
Stanislav Sergeevich watched the entrance to the office from the window of his office. He often did this in order to scold the guards who lazily strolled at the entrance and flirted with passing employees. A similar picture was happening now: the security guard enthusiastically glued the girl waiting at the entrance, not an employee. The silhouette of the stranger was exciting: a straight back, a thin waist, tied with a cloak belt, slender legs in boots, blond straight hair. S.S.'s face was not visible. An obtuse elderly manager came out of the door. pharmacy point, who does not know how to keep financial records, was reprimanded and heavily fined for this by order of S.S.
A minute ago, he personally asked for an appointment with the owner of a pharmaceutical company, asked him for something, but the busy S.S., having listened to him half-heartedly, did not cancel his order for a fine. The girl rushed to the old man: a serious, smart, worried, beautiful face. She hugged the man and h... continue reading
Sculpture of a pissing woman
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
reflection in the mirror
"Why do you need it, dear?"
Glancing back at the mirror, Josie wondered what had driven her to this acquisition? However, the mirror was worth the fifty pounds paid for it. In a carved gilded frame, with all those garlands, curlicues and cherubs, made at least a hundred years ago, the mirror made a strong impression, so strong that none of the participants in the auction dared to buy it.
Josie raised her hand as the price dropped below the starting price. The sixth sense prompted that the mirror was intended for her.
- Where to put? asked the messenger, losing patience. - I can't hang around here all day. Which room? On the first or second floor?
The question puzzled Josie. And she didn't even think about it. What got into her? Impulsive shopping is not her thing. Even vice versa. Once again, she seemed to hear Sam's voice, irritated and boring, which she would remember for the rest of her life: "How could you buy this monster? Are you crazy?"
The decision arose spontaneously... continue reading
- Well, what happened next? Andrey sat comfortably in an armchair next to the coffee table, on which stood a cup of fragrant, freshly brewed coffee, and looked at the bustling younger sister. For the third day, Alla was preparing to receive guests - two young people who were not indifferent to her in one way or another, but, as usual, she did not have time to do anything. The guys could come any minute, and she was still running around the house with a wet head and in some translucent panties.
- And what could be there at all, - Alla lingered for a moment near the mirror, with visible pleasure once again looking at her slender figure, - Of course, Pashka tried to drag me into bed in the end.
- Did it work? Especially what you are talking about.
“He certainly managed to get to bed,” the girl giggled. - Even managed to get with me - I dragged him. He tried to hug me, and fell asleep - in a half-hanging position.
- And you?
- What about me? Do not go home alone at two o'clock in... continue reading
Holiday mood excited my imagination for several weeks before the start of the holiday. My searches on travel sites continued until late at night. A huge selection of different tours, their advantages and disadvantages was the subject of long discussions with friends and colleagues.
I got to the site of this Carpathian recreation center, in general, by accident. Probably the reason for this, as always, is my curiosity. Their discreet advertisement on the website of one of the travel agencies promised an unforgettable vacation for body and soul and contained several very candid photos taken, as they said, by visitors to their base. The pictures were no worse than many I have seen on erotic sites. Of course, I went to the site of this Carpathian base thinking that this is another free advertisement for call girls with their interesting candid shots. However, I was pleasantly surprised, it was really a Hungarian recreation center near the border, which served mainly tourists from the CIS... continue reading
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
Will you watch
When Oleg looked up from his papers in his office and glanced at his watch, it was already one in the morning. Wearily straightened his back, reached for the phone to call home, but changed his mind, thinking that everyone was already asleep. Leaving the office, got into the car, lit a cigarette, and slowly drove through the night city. Almost an hour drive to the house, there is no hurry. Night lights and neon flashed playfully towards the car. He turned on calm music, five speakers built into the interior of the car, created peace and tranquility. Thoughts slowly flowed in my head, after a hard day. I wanted coffee. He stopped the car at the nearest cafe. Went in, sat at the bar, ordered a cup of coffee. While the bartender was fulfilling the order, he indifferently looked around the hall. There were few people, a couple of companies sat at the tables. The bartender brought coffee. Taking a sip of the scalding drink, he lit another cigarette, enjoying the shifting aromas and flavors.... continue reading
Cock in her ass
She wanted to invite a photographer. But not just a photographer. She already had a lot of ordinary pictures ... But recently she came across a site on the Internet, where amateur photos of naked girls were collected. And she suddenly really wanted to have such pictures too, only to have her in the frame. Or maybe even more she wanted to feel how it is - to pose in front of the camera completely naked.
She was sure that the pictures should be good. Blonde, with a short haircut, blue eyes, short, slender, what else do you need? It was up to the photographer. A friend advised her to contact one guy. They say he’s good at shooting, and he doesn’t stick to models. Moreover, some, they say, even began to pester him during especially intimate filming, but nothing came of it - a real professional. This is what she needed. After all, she was not going to demonstrate her charms in front of the camera for sex, she just wanted beautiful photos.
And then the day X came. She bought new black la... continue reading
When I returned from vacation, I was immersed in work. Even sometimes there was not enough time to rest. The girls came to sit in the reading room and get ready for classes. I could only occasionally exchange a few phrases, and if they coincided with my lunch, then drink a cup of tea together and chat for half an hour.
On one of those days, Vera stayed with me for lunch. After the summer holidays, we didn’t really talk to her like that. I began to tell her about myself, and she opened her mouth in surprise, listened attentively and was surprised. Such attention to my stories always excited me, and I continued. Then Vera asked me:
- Do you often run naked at work?
- After the last incident with you, never - I answered.
- For the whole summer, - Vera was surprised.
- Yes, and who would have replaced me at the desk, because you were not there, and I alone was burning here from the heat - I answered.
Vera was silent for a moment, but something haunted her. Looking at me, a blus... continue reading
First outing with women's clothing
Recalling one of the many sweet moments when I was a woman...
I have often changed into women's clothes (bought with my meager stipend), but I have never left the apartment. And finally decided.
I took a shower, put on my best makeup, put on a blond wig. Stick on false nails.
Slowly, with taste, I pull on stockings, fasten them to a narrow belt, put on a short skirt.
A bra, a long-sleeved blouse... it seems everything!
I look in the mirror. Class!
What an exciting first outing! Heart bursting from chest! Here sideways, I go down the stairs from the third floor, I stand at the front door of the entrance, I listen ... quietly. Cautiously, with trembling hands, I open the door... I went out. The street is dark and deserted. I hesitate at the entrance, but I already want more.
I'm walking, I went around the corner of the house ... Go further? There is no one, but suddenly someone comes out of the entrance?
I make up my mind ... I turn around the house and go, with short ste... continue reading
Turned into a whore
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
Brigade of workers
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
I am your whore, master
I finally finished setting up the cameras and quietly made my way to the door. God forbid the neighbors hear.
After checking that the door was closed and pulling out the master key, I quietly went downstairs and left the house. Glancing at his watch he ran to the car. She should be back any minute.
Already jumping into the salon, I saw the headlights from the Audi entering the yard. At first, a long thin leg appeared from a parked car, and then the beauty herself got out. Katerina. The girl I caught a glimpse of in the store when she was trying on a new skirt. Damn those legs!
The girl passed by, not paying attention to the old Opel in which I was sitting. As soon as she disappeared into the entrance, I turned on the computer and connected to the cameras.
Here she goes up to her floor, unlocks the door ... I switched to the camera in the apartment - the door slammed shut and as soon as the girl turned on the light, she immediately froze, and I grinned smugly. Fear was clearly v... continue reading
An absolutely wild story that could not happen to any girl in real life.
However, in those worlds and fantasies where anyone can be fucked anywhere, this could happen and happened.
Summer warm day. A park. City center.
In the past, Alexandra, an excellent student at one of the main lyceums in the city, and now a graduate with a red diploma from the leading university in the city, decided to arrange a light photo shoot for herself, taking her friend with her.
What does our Sasha look like? Low - 163-165 cm. Thin, but with a small tummy. Blonde with long hair slightly curly hair. Small breasts and elastic medium ass, which is nice to grab onto.
The photo session was going great, they were already ready to go home when a guy jumped up to Sasha and began to greedily paw her at one of the trees - the final place for photos. He pressed her to the trunk and climbed his hands under the blouse, which shone through absolutely everything. His already erect member was rubbing against Sas... continue reading