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
**TRUE STORY** sooo this is from a couple months ago that still gets me wet every time i think about it. i matched with this guy on tinder who was super cute, tall, fit, total boyfriend material vibe. we texted for a few days, he was funny and sweet, but the second sex cme up he got super paranoid about condoms. **like, “i never go raw, no exceptions, stds and babies are scary” level strict. i respected it at first, but once we actually met up i knew i wanted to feel him bare and make him lose control inside me. 😈** **---** he came over to my place after drinks, still nervous about the condom thing, double-checking the box he brought like it was a life vest. we started making out on my couch, clothes coming off slow....cmy skirt hiked up, his shirt gone, hands everywhere. i could feel how hard he was through his jeans, thick and throbbing, and when i finally pulled them down his cock sprang out, perfect size, veiny, already leaking precum. i stroked him a little, teasing the
Anna entered the gynecologist's office and sat nervously on the edge of the examination table. She was twenty-eight, but she always felt awkward at such appointments. Dr. Sergei, a tall, broad-shouldered man of about forty, locked the door and smiled calmly. "Undress completely, Anna, and lie down. Put your feet in the stirrups. Today is a full examination." She obediently removed her dress and panties and lay down, spreading her legs. The cold metal of the stirrups bit into her skin. Sergey put on gloves, but within a minute she felt his fingers not just examining, but roughly spreading her labia. "Mmm... clean pussy," he muttered under his breath. "And the cervix... go deeper." Anna flinched when, without warning, he inserted two fingers up to her knuckles and began to move them sharply inside. "Doctor... this is too much!" she squeaked. Sergei grinned, taking off his gloves. — Too much? For you, bitch, nothing has begun yet. He unbuttoned his r
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,
When I was young, my brother had this teammate named Sebastian who would come over to our house all the time. It was always after their Basketball practices or games, and he'd hop in our shower to rinse off the sweat and dirt before joining us for dinner. Sebastian was always so nice to me, smiling, asking about my day. Treating me like I mattered even though I was just the little sister tagging along. He was my brother's best friend back then, this towering guy at least six-foot-three, built like a wall of muscle. But what really stuck with me, what I couldn't shake, was how huge he was down there. Even through his loose shorts or jeans, I could see the outline of his cock snaking down his thigh, thick and heavy. We lived in this old house, the kind with wooden floors that creaked and doors that never stayed shut unless you slammed them hard. One afternoon, I came home early from school and headed straight upstairs to my bedroom. As I passed the bathroom, the door was cracked open, j
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'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.
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
Lyokha and I have been friends our whole lives. We shared desks, girls, then the army, and then problems. He married Svetka before me. She's a real beauty. I even had a crush on her at one point, but Lyokha got his bearings quicker. I'm not offended; my life has worked out just fine: Lyokha, two kids close in age, a mortgage. Lyokha is a classic proprietor. While he himself occasionally had affairs, he kept a tight rein on Svetka. She works as a nurse at a clinic, with a schedule of 24 hours on and 34 hours off. Lyokha has been traveling frequently for work in the past year—he's been working on construction projects in the region. So we're sitting in his garage one day, drinking beer, ogling his new car. Lyokha hesitated, then blurted out: "Listen... You're on good terms with Svetka. You could stop by and help out with some small things. What I'm getting at is... I've got an idea. Check it out." I almost dropped the bottle. - What? "Well, try
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
Joining the local run club was supposed to be about my "fitness journey," but standing at the trailhead that first Tuesday, I felt like I’d accidentally walked onto a film set. Everyone was lean, tanned, and radiating a level of confidence that made my brand-new sneakers feel like a neon sign flashing *ROOKIE*. The club had a tradition: a 5k loop followed by "hydration" at a dive bar down the street. That’s where I first saw Chloe. She was the definition of the life of the party; dressed in a sleek black sports bra and matching high-waisted tights that looked like a second skin. She was bouncing between tables with a bright, infectious energy. When she finally made it to the newcomers' table, she was incredibly disarming. We swapped handles, and I felt a genuine jolt of dopamine when the notification popped up an hour later: *chlo\_runs followed you back.* A few weeks later, the intimidation had faded, but my fixation on Chloe hadn't. During the run, I found my eyes glued to the rhy
I’m 22, and last summer I did something so insanely dirty my pussy still pulses remembering it. My best friend Sarah dragged me along to her family’s luxe beach house in Malibu sun, waves, total paradise… until I let her dad raw-dog me, choke me on his cock, and pump me full of cum. Yeah, it’s messed up. Here’s every nasty second. Third night in, Sarah blacked out early from too many tequila sunrises. I couldn’t sleep, so I’m prowling around in this skimpy bikini that’s basically just strings over my tits. Her dad, let’s call him Dave is in the kitchen, shirtless, 45, silver hair, carved body, that dangerous-daddy energy pouring off him. One look from him and I’m soaked. He pours me a whiskey, we start talking, flirting turns filthy fast. My pulse is hammering, I know this is so wrong, but I’m dripping for it. Next thing, we’re in his room, door locked. He wraps a hand around my throat, kisses me like he owns me, tears my top off. My nipples are aching; he bites and sucks them until
Freshman year of college I still thought of myself as a “good girl.” I’d only been with two guys and I wasn’t too sexually adventurous. But after my boyfriend and I broke up something in me changed. I definitely felt like I had a bit of a sexual awakening that year and I slowly was wanting to try everything I’d been too shy to even consider before. The night it really started still stands out in my memory. My best friend had a guy she hooked up with pretty regularly on weekends. One night she invited me over and said his friend would be there too. I barely knew either of them and almost said no, but she kept pushing until I gave in. At first it was just the four of us sitting around making small talk and it was painfully awkward. Someone suggested we play some drinking games to loosen things up, and after a few rounds things got much more chill. Eventually the guys started making comments about how my friend and I needed to make out to really relax. At first we laughed it off, but
*Everyone in this story is 18+ and fully consenting.* Sometime around Thanksgiving last year, I was working dinner service and had just put the check folder down on the table of an older woman and who looked to be her son, who at the time I thought looked like was in his mid-twenties. The woman, who if I had to guess was in her late 50s, caught my eye and motioned for me to lean down so she could whisper something into my ear, so I leaned down and waited for her to speak. The words she said took me aback. As an attractive female working in an environment with many wealthy men, I had been propositioned and flirted with countless times, but this was a request I'd never encountered, especially coming from a woman. She whispered, "I know this might sound crazy, but my son has never been kissed by a girl before, and I think you are so cute and wanted to see if you would kiss him for a $500 tip." My eyes must have flown open as the shocked expression took over my face while I quickly st
I just turned 25. My boyfriend had to work during my birthday weekend. We have been in a long distance relationship and been doing ENM. He mentioned I should try to hook up with someone since I couldn't have fun with him. I didn't really want to go out and try to find someone. I texted my coworker who I had fun with on a work trip a few months ago and asked if he was busy. He said I could hang out with him and his wife. I've never met his wife before and we decided to get together at a fancy bar for some drinks and appetizers. My coworker is in his late thirties, tall like over 6 foot, beard, short dark hair. His wife was a little taller than me but still petite, she had cute tattoos all over her arms, short dark hair in a bob. She had a bigger butt for her figure. I'm 5'1, long dark hair, 28b boobs and have been told I have a decent sized butt. After drinks and food we went to their house. It was old, big, full of antiques, old movie and ad posters. His wife gave me a quick tour and
I should’ve worn something else. That much was obvious. Only it hadn’t been obvious when I’d picked it out that morning, sifting through a drawer packed with slutty underwear and provocative nightwear. Compared to some of that stuff, the bikini was positively tame. Only, standing next to Josh on the hot sand, it suddenly seemed anything but. It hugged me tightly beneath my clothes, and the thought of stripping down out of my towel in front of him made me feel a little weird. Not that I needed to worry; he didn’t think of me that way. Like, at all. We’d driven to the beach on a whim, a rare occasion when it was just the two of us, away from the rest of the group. Josh was one of my oldest and closest friends, but nowadays it sometimes felt as if we hardly spoke, all that boring Life Stuff getting in the way. I looked around the beach and smiled, pretending I wasn’t comparing every other girl’s bikini to mine. “Aren't you going to get changed?” Josh said, taking off his T-sh
It happened to me a couple of months ago. I'm twenty-five, an ordinary guy, working in IT, living alone in a small apartment in the city center. I have a friend, Vitka, and we've been inseparable our whole lives, drinking beer and playing soccer together. His mother, Aunt Ira, is forty-five, but looks thirty-five: slim, with long brown hair that she often wears in a ponytail, green eyes, and a figure you can't take your eyes off. She has D-cup breasts, a narrow waist, and a round butt—she works as a fitness trainer, so her body is in good shape. I always sneaked glances at her when I visited them: she'd walk around the house in leggings or shorts, smiling warmly at me, sometimes joking about "young stallions." Vitka didn't suspect a thing; to him, she's just his mother, but to me, she's an object of fantasy. I imagined her seducing me, but I never thought it would become reality. It all started when Vitka went away on a business trip for a week—he