My name is Olga, I'm 27, a beautiful woman, and I've been married for three years. I'd like to tell you about my job as a personal maid at a huge country mansion. It pays very well, but I have to fulfill every request the owners make, even if it goes far beyond simple cleaning and maintenance. Last night, around 9:10 PM, I received a message from Kristina, Viktor Petrovich's young mistress. She wrote briefly: "Get ready and be in the master bedroom at 9:30 PM sharp." I realized that tonight would be another evening when Viktor Petrovich only wanted to watch and direct. I went down to my room in the mansion's service wing. I spent almost an hour in the shower: I washed my entire body, gave myself a deep enema, carefully shaved my genitals, generously applied cream to my skin, and liberally lubricated my anus and perineum. Then I put on my work uniform—a black maid's dress with a very low neckline, where my breasts were barely contained by the fabric, a
The whole family (over 25 of us) was setting up to take a photo and my SIL ended up in front of me. I’m taller so I was in the back and she was positioning herself to be in front of me. We were all still shuffling around collectively to get in position when she bent over as if not to block the people behind her. But by doing so her ass came back directly into my crotch. I looked down as it happened, seeing her small yellow shorts from above as her ass pressed up against me. My dick twitched when it touched her but the rest of my body was frozen. She turned her head and saw she was pressed up against me. I looked at her face for her reaction but she was totally unphased. She didn’t say anything. Instead she readjusted her ass to my left side slightly then bent over again. This time her ass pushed up against my hand and I felt the back of my fingers fall between her ass cheeks. I pulled my hand back instinctively… but I quickly rethought it. Why not let it stay there? She was the one t
Fuck… I’m still lying here in bed, absolutely dripping with cum as I type this. So here’s what happened, I have this FWB who’s been wanting to do an MFM threesome with me for a while. We’ve had threesomes with another girl before, but I’ve always suspected he might be a little bisexual, even though he’s never admitted it. We’d just come back from drinks and were chilling at my place, watching Netflix and making out on the couch. He started telling me about a friend he really wanted to share me with, and honestly, hearing him talk about it got me insanely turned on. I told him to message the guy and see if he was free right then and to invite him over. His friend was down and showed up in minutes. I was nervous but so excited it was going to be my first MFM. As soon as he walked in, things escalated quickly. One of them was eating my pussy while the other fucked my mouth. It felt so dirty and hot. I got wetter and wetter until I was begging them to fuck me. They laid me on the bed wi
This morning I was on a super crowded train during rush hour. The carriage was completely packed, bodies pressed together, barely any room to move. There was a guy standing right behind me. Probably mid-30s. His girlfriend (or wife?) was squeezed in right next to him, holding onto the same pole. She was scrolling on her phone, completely oblivious. I don’t know what came over me, but I started slowly shifting my weight and pressing my ass back against him. At first it was subtle, just “accidentally” brushing against him with the movement of the train. Then I got bolder. I arched my back a little and started gently grinding my ass right against his crotch in slow, small circles. It didn’t take long. I could feel him getting hard through his pants. His cock started pressing and throbbing against my ass cheek. I kept going, pretending it was just the train moving us, but really I was deliberately rubbing my ass up and down his growing bulge. He never said a word. He just stood there b
My husband was away on a business trip, so I had the house to myself. But the new TV arrived and I just couldn't figure out how to make it work. I kept staring at the setup screen with no clue what to do. I decided to call Daniel, the neighbor's son. He's kind of a nerd and always helps with stuff like that. He started messing with the cables, totally focused. I was wearing a light dress, one of those loose ones, and no bra since I was home alone. He was in shorts and a tank top, and I couldn't help but notice his arms, defined, like someone who works out. The kid's grown up, I thought to myself. I stood next to him, trying to understand what he was doing on the TV menu. At some point I bent down to get a better look at the outlet, and since the dress was loose, it fell forward. At first I didn't notice, but when I looked to the side, I saw Daniel's eyes fixed on my chest. He tried to look away fast, but it was too late. I saw what he saw. I pretended I didn't notice and stayed there
The phone rang at half past ten in the evening. Marina was already lathering up in the shower when the phone vibrated on the shelf. The screen read, "Viktor Petrovich – Dima's boss." - Hello? - Marinochka, hi. Are you still awake? - No... what happened? Is Dima okay? "Everything's fine with Dima. Almost. It's just that there's something we need to talk about, and it's better not over the phone. Could you come to my office now? It concerns his promotion. And your future, too, by the way." Marina froze. Her husband had been waiting for this position for three months already, and Viktor Petrovich was a real dog, everyone in the department knew. But she couldn't refuse. - Okay... I'll be there in forty minutes. She quickly pulled on black lace stockings with a wide cuff, a red thong, a short dress, and heels. "Just in case," she thought, though her insides were already clenching with anticipation. The office was almost empty. Only the
“I didn’t even know that was a thing,” I said, looking at him earnestly. “Why?” He shrugged, a little defensively. “I…don’t know. I just think it's kinda hot.” “But what do you get out of it?” He sighed. “Forget it, sorry. I didn't mean to make it weird.” “Don’t worry, you didn’t!” I said, scooting closer to him on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath our combined weight. “I think it's interesting! It’s always kind of fun to find out what kinks your friends have.” “It’s not a kink!” he protested. “It just…you know…I read about it and it sounds interesting…” “Not a kink?” I raised an eyebrow. “So if I told you I wanted to try it right now, you wouldn’t be into it?” He swallowed, his gaze flickering between my eyes and the bedspread “I…ummm…” I scooted even closer, our thighs touching. “Because I agree. It does sound interesting. Kind of like a nice way to relax after a day at work…” “Right!?” he said, his enthusiasm rising. “That’s the whole vibe! I just want to be there for y
Back when I was a junior in college, I had this no-strings FWB named Adam. We’d hook up whenever the mood struck super casual. He was sweet, hot without his clothes, and insanely good at going down on me. Usually I’d head to his place, we’d fuck, then join our friends for parties or bars. If he just wanted a quick blowjob, I’d swing by, drop to my knees, and take care of him no complaints. One night he scored us invites to a semi-fancy alumni event at the college hall (free wine, yes please). I wore this flirty red-and-white cocktail dress, low-cut enough to show some cleavage, paired with heels. Right before we left his place, he had me bent over the couch dress bunched around my waist, tits spilling out, panties at my ankles. When he was close, I knelt and let him finish in my mouth. Swallowed it all, quick cleanup, barely touched up my lipstick. Perfect. At the event I only knew a handful of people, and they were busy networking, so I wandered, sipping wine. Ended up chatting with
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,
I’ve been friends with a girl (we’ll call her Natasha) since high school. We would always hang out but never dated or slept with each other but we’re incredibly close to each other and that relationship continued after high school. She had an amazing body, big ass and big tits but I never tried anything with her not wanting to make things worse. After high school we continued to see each other periodically. One morning she invited me over for coffee and I happily went. We chatted for a bit and then she began to tell me about her new boyfriend and how he really wanted to do anal but she had never done it before and was scared. Unfortunately for me, this got me thinking about fucking her big ass and I couldn’t help but slowly get hard. As she continued talking i seen her glance down and have a shocked expression on her face. She asked “my god are you getting hard thinking about me getting fucked?” I blushed and said “sorry I couldn’t help but imagine fucking your tight ass especially
In true Fuck Around and Find Out fashion, my roommate Vincent thought he was going to satisfy his fantasy of being in an open relationship and reaping all the rewards. His girlfriend Lisa wasn't into the idea of him sleeping with other women for a long time, but when Vinny decided to give her an ultimatum she felt pressured and eventually agreed. At first I thought it was going to be a nightmare for them because Vinny was meeting up with a couple friends he knew online, he's a huge gamer and big anime nerd with a big group of friends he hangs out with on his computer. Lisa's friends tried for more than 6 months to get her to date or go out to the club with them. I learned as she spent more time at our house that she was a homebody, Vinny has lived in my house for almost a year and they've been dating for 6 years. He's also the younger brother of one of my old teammates so he's been a little bro to me for a long time. When Vinny would spend all day on his computer in the basement, han
I think many women have this one friend that they’ve kind of accepted a friendzone with. Like, on paper, a candidate to at least see the inside of your bedroom and your kinky underwear collection, on the other, they’re just… In this case, ‘Ryan’. I’ve been friends with Ryan for a few years. Lately, I’ve noticed him flirt with me more, even progressing on from “I would” to, “you’ve been squatting lately.” He’s seen me in a bikini, in the gym, everywhere really, well, most places. Alongside the fact that I flirt back, we both haven’t made a move to sleep with each other. I’ve been minimal, until NOW. I needed two things… Confirmation that he saw me that way, and secondly, an opinion on an outfit I wanted to buy, so hey, I combined the two. We met for coffee with another friend, who had to go midway through. I asked Ryan if he could give me an opinion on an outfit, it’s actually some semi-formal wear that I was looking to buy for an interview I have coming up.
I fucked my aunt for the first time because of a Tinder glitch. It wasn't the last time. Okay, it wasn't technically a glitch. I swiped right on purpose. But "glitch" sounds better than "I saw my aunt's profile and something in my brain just completely short-circuited," so let's go with glitch. My name's Luke. I'm twenty, I work out five days a week, I have a decent job at a warehouse that pays enough to cover gas and beer and the occasional bar tab, and up until about four months ago I had a girlfriend named Cassie who was sweet and boring and completely incapable of keeping up with me in bed. I'm not proud of that last part. I'm just being honest. You're going to want me to be honest for this story. I made the Tinder account because Cassie and I had been running on fumes for months. No-face profile, just my arms and chest in the bathroom mirror, the kind of profile that gets matches before you even finish setting it up. It worked. I was seeing someone new almost every week, nothin
His name was Jordan, twenty one, total nerd with thick glasses, messy dark hair that always looked like he had just rolled out of bed, and those baggy graphic tees that hid how surprisingly toned his arms were from carrying all those textbooks. We met at a party. I was in my usual attire: tiny white crop top, no bra so my nipples were already poking from the AC, and a pair of shorts that accentuated my athletic legs and ass. He was quiet, sipping a soda in the corner, quoting some old sci-fi movie. Cute, sure, but I wrote him off instantly. Too shy, too nerdy, not the type who would grab me and fuck me stupid. I smiled politely and moved on. My best friend Mia, though? She zeroed in on him that same night. Next morning she texted me a voice note that made my jaw drop. “Girl… his cock is huuuuge. Like nine inches, thick as my wrist, and he’s so fucking tender I came three times before he even finished. You need to get a piece of that.” I laughed it off at first, but the way she kep
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.
My boyfriend really wanted an open relationship. He’s pretty good-looking and kept saying he doesn’t handle monogamy very well and wants more sex and to sleep with other women. I thought about it for a while and was skeptical at first. But our sex life is really pretty mediocre, so I thought a little new excitement would do us good, and besides, I had a bit of a crush on a good friend and wanted to pursue it. Six months ago, we took the plunge and opened up our relationship. I told my best friend about it on Friday of this week and flirted with him a little, and he immediately understood what I wanted. Shortly after, I was kneeling naked in front of him and giving him a blowjob. He pressed my head tightly against him, and since his cock is really thick and long, I could barely breathe, which turned me on so much. Then he fucked me really hard doggy-style. Before that night, I was on Team “Size Doesn’t Matter,” but he changed my mind on that. It was so hard and intense, and I felt s
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
In the car, a short drive to the hotel, my heart is still pumping and my dick is still hard. I need to resist the urge to jerk off while driving but Liz did tell me not to touch it and I'd do anything she asks at the moment. Fucking Liz, messing with my head, I'm still in a daze of sexual lust and for what, I can't go through with this. At least I have my jerk off material for the next decade. Oh how bad I want to jerk off right now. My phone rings, my wife's ringtone. I answer and she asks how the matches went. I tell her how I played like shit in the morning but made up for it in the afternoon and now we are going to play to win it all tomorrow. She acts interested but she's always been annoyed with all the time I spend playing tennis. "What's your plan for the rest of the day" she asks. My mind wanders to what could happen next. "Just going back to the hotel now to shower and relax, then we are all going to meet up for dinner later, we will need to take it easy as the match is
This was a while ago now, but my SIL was always a bit extra friendly with me and then one day we took it further.. She’s 27 and on all accounts I’d say attractive It was a weekend we all stayed together at a large shared AirBnb, and had all been drinking some wine. My wife and I shared a room and she had opted to sleep in the extra bed in our room instead of the couch. After we all stayed up and hung out my wife and I went to bed, my wife falling asleep almost instantly. I laid in bed and eventually found myself feeling a bit horny. I got ready for bed and laid back down, beginning to stroke my cock a bit by myself next to my sleeping wife. That’s when I noticed that my SIL was in the bed next to us. She’d walked in when I didn’t notice and got into bed. I froze, but I heard some soft breathing, faster than normal and could see her hand under the covers slowly moving, she was touching herself. So, I continued stroking my cock, hearing her continuing a little faster. And slide the
Fuck, that was so wild. Even now, when I think about it, I get goosebumps and something deep down inside me clenches. My name is Lisa, I'm a second-year student, and just so you understand, I've always been a good girl. Until I met him. Andrey Viktorovich, our track and field coach. A huge man of about forty, with arms the size of my thighs and a mug that never smiled. He was a real dictator in the gym. If you were late, he'd run extra laps; if you missed a time, he'd work you off twice as hard. In short, he was a butcher, not a coach. Honestly, I was terrified of him. But I also respected him, because thanks to his methods, I really got into shape. And that's where I got myself into trouble. I was hanging out with my girlfriends, then my exams came, and I just ditched three practices in a row. I thought, well, I'll go, apologize, make some excuse. Who cares. He caught me in the hallway after class. "Zaitseva," he barked, making me jump. "I'll