Back when I was in college, I worked on DoorDash sometimes to make extra money. I usually wore leggings and a cute top. Well, this one particular Friday night, I was wearing black leggings with this yellow crop top. I didn’t wear a bra because I simply wasn’t feeling. I wear one almost all of the time because my heavy tits need the support, but sometimes, these girls just need the freedom. I start accepting and delivering orders. The night is going normal. I get the usual amount of glances at my chest. Pretty standard. I always get attention like that even if I’m not wearing anything particularly revealing. I’m simply too busty to hide. A few hours in, still before sunset, it starts pouring while I’m in a restaurant waiting for an order. Great. I didn’t bring my rain jacket. I usually check the weather and bring it if it might rain but I forgot this time. The food is ready, I run it to my car. I’m all wet and cold. I turn off the AC and just hope it stops raining by the time I get t
During his absence, Michael asked me, among other things, to tidy up the pool in the backyard, as I'm an expert in that area. This time, Amanda greeted me politely, mindful of the spanking. By midday, I'd tidied up the pool and the surrounding area, then returned to the house, thinking of ways to further amuse myself with the girl. Amanda was in the living room watching television. I noticed two voices coming from behind the door; her sister, Mary, apparently, was not alone. "Amanda," I began, "your brother asked me to fix the pool in your backyard, and I did it. I don't know if you can use it..." Amanda gasped in excitement, then clapped her hands and exclaimed: - Hooray!! Thank you so much! I can swim now! With these words she ran to the door, opened it slightly and called: - Come in, let's go swimming! “Amanda, who did you call?” I asked. - Mary, she has her friend now... "Amanda, when I was cleaning the pool, there were a lot of piles of feces
I’m 26 and have a neighbour who is about 55 and has kids around my age that went to school with me so I know her quite well and have done my whole life. I recently started going to my local gym and noticed her there a few times and we had passing conversations during our workouts, the usual ‘how’s things etc etc.’ I thought nothing off it until she started complementing my body saying ‘wow you look great, I can see the gym the really paying off for you!’ I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking her so I decided to message her in Facebook and to my excitement she replied instantly. We were exchanging messages getting flirtier and flirtier with us having a little bet and a forfeit…. She said she was under the influence during this conversation so she didn’t mind agreeing to something a little crazy. The bet entailed whoever isn’t in the best shape come the end of winter, the loser person has to give the winner a shower and hand wash them, she widely accepted which made me so horny sat
Jackie wasn’t exactly a milf. She was a hot looking mid 30’s woman. Not sure that qualifies as MILF? She was a mom for sure and their kid split time with the father alternating 2 weeks each. I knew when the dad had him cause she would walk the dog past my house everyday. When she had the kids she was nowhere to be seen. Jackie was a lean sporty type girl. Looked like she maybe was a dancer or athlete. She didn’t have a big ass or big tits. Maybe she’d been a showgirl. Not sure. But super pretty with long straight dark hair very tanned. Jackie exuded sex. I watched her walk the dog everyday at 4. After the 3rd day I assumed the kids were gone with dad. I wanted her so bad. The 4th day around 3:45 I walked the opposite direction in her route so I’d bump into her. Just like clockwork I came face to face with her. I played dumb. “Hi aren’t you from up the block?” Yes. I’m Jackie. You’re Steve, right? You played baseball with my ex. Yup. I'm a few years younger but I was on the team. I
Ashley just turned 20 and I'm broke, so I told her “instead of a stupid gift, I’m giving you an experience this year you’ll never forget. like ever.” Ashley is basically a younger clone of me: 20, blonde, blue-eyed, tiny waist, just with bigger, perkier tits guys seem to drool over. I told her boyfriend, Matt, we were having a girls night for her birthday and he was not invited. Before we left I made her swear: “Whatever happens tonight stays between us. Matt, or anyone, can never hear a word out of this. We take this one to the grave.” I drove us to the big adult superstore in an industrial outside Miami. I'd been there a couple months ago, so I knew exactly what's inside and what to do. We walked in wearing matching tiny crop tops and micro skirts. no panties obviously. The guy behind the counter, mid-40s, already smiling and eye fucking us. I leaned over the counter, tits spilling out, bit my lip and said “Hey sir.. my little sister just turned 20. We want the booth for her birthd
Friday. That long-awaited day when the work week ends and two days lie ahead that can be spent on anything. We were sitting in the living room: me, my wife Lera, and two of my friends, Sergey and Igor. We'd known each other for what felt like ages, gone to school together, been hooligans together. Now, here we were, drinking beer together at home, lounging on the couch. There was a certain tension. And it was all Lera's fault. She was dressed in a peculiar way: a short black dress, barely covering her hips, which perfectly hugged her firm butt and small but beautiful breasts. She was braless. I'd noticed this earlier in the day, when she bent over to pick something up and her dark aureola showed through the thin fabric. Back then, it had only given me a rush of lust and the thought, "It's going to be hot tonight." But now, under Sergey and Igor's gaze, this thought became alarming. They stared at her without restraint. Igor, stocky and strong, his arms co
One night, I hadn't gotten much sleep from watching porn until midnight, so I decided to go home to catch up on some sleep, going to my tech room when everyone else had left. After walking a bit down the street, I returned to the entrance, climbed the stairs to my apartment, opened the door, and then heard my mother's voice a couple of floors below. I dashed into the apartment, tossing my jacket, boots, backpack, and bag with two shoes into the built-in closet in the hallway and darted in. The closet doubled as a storage room and was quite spacious. I hid behind the hanging things, and almost immediately the door to the apartment opened, and I heard my mother's softly cooing voice and a man's voice talking to her. - Oh, Yanka, you're such a bitch! I'll eat you right now! - Yes, I am! I'm going to eat you right now! My mother flirted back! I couldn't believe it! She's certainly a beautiful and sexy woman, and men like her, I could see it perfectly.
A roundtable evening drinks outing unearthed deep desires between 5 of us. My youngest friend there was 23, while the oldest was 42. Somewhere in the middle of that, at 29, was Sienna. Sienna wasn’t as sexually experienced as some. Having had two long term relationships, she felt ‘vanilla’. I wasn’t happy with that. This is my friend who’s here expressing urges to seek out more cock, filthy one nighters, and to embrace her submissive kink. Sienna wanted more and I wanted to help make it happen. She deserved it. I figured it’d be sex toy shopping or helping her put together a dating profile. Instead, her gushing confession of really wanting to try anal, sparked my interest. I couldn’t give it to her, but my boyfriend could. Near the end of the night, I asked what she was going to do to achieve that. Sienna didn’t have an answer. I had this idea and I decided to not beat around the bush. “If I had a guy, would you like an introduction? You know, for your goa
I'm an older guy, married and the marriage is nice but not "romantic" anymore. About five years ago J (m) and S(f) moved in next door. They are really nice and S is a thin long legged brunette with tiny tits - but what she lacks there is made up with a fun flirty personality. Its not above her to stand closer than normal and brush up against me when my wife is not around. J doesn't mind it and seems to enjoy knowing his wife is openly flirting with an older man. On occasion I have caught a fleeting glimpse of what I think was her naked in her backyard but I could not be sure of that. I'm pretty sure that she also "accidently" left her bedroom blind open one day while she was naked in there. Yes I liked it and I stroked over that sight for a week. One afternoon J and S both drop over. My wife is out of town for a week and isn't due back for five days, and they thought it would be nice if I joined them for a BBQ. What the hell why not? He's a pretty cool guy and S is friendly and nice
After I saw that Sara was gone, I stepped out of my shorts and cleaned up the cum that was on the floor with my underwear before going into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, playing back what just happened. I just came watching my neighbor's 19yr old daughter pleasuring herself by my pool. I couldn't get the image of her perfect, naked body out of my mind. I could feel myself growing hard again when I heard, "Hello Mr K." I turned and saw Sara standing there, naked and still wet. She looked down at my dick as my eyes scanned her naked body. Without a word, she walked to me, squatted and took me into her mouth. I had to hold onto the sink. It had been a long time since my wife had sucked me like this. Oh shit, my wife. Thank goodness she was away for the day. For a brief second, I felt guilty but when I saw Sara looking me in the eyes with my cock in her mouth, my wife was my last thought. She only sucked me for a minute before standing and putting her hands on the sin
Obligatory 'this is an old story but I wanted to share it anyway' Just for some background, my best (f)riend who we'll call 'Emily' we grew up together in the same town from the age of about 10. Our respective grandparents were friends ect.. Anyway, very average friendship for a lot of our teenage years going out shopping and whatever together. Her mum would tease us constantly about being a couple ect. and while I did think she was very pretty. We were very different people personality wise, I was a lot more introverted back then to what I am nowadays where she was very extroverted. By around our mid to late teens, we'd both moved away to different areas with our parents, but we both made efforts to catch up/ go shopping, talk to each other about our relationships ect. we was about as close as friends as the opposite sex could be at least imo. However as the years went by we'd drifted apart, I'd gone away to university and she was working here & there.. but still kept in contact
The glass doors of the PharmaCorp clinic slid open with a soft hiss, ushering Jane into sterile, icy-cold air. It smelled of antiseptic and money. The latter was especially appealing. It was this smell, or rather the lack thereof in her own life, that had drawn the twenty-year-old student here. The reception area was decorated in calm, neutral tones—gray sofas, blue accent walls covered with abstract paintings, presumably intended to be calming. But Jane couldn't relax. Her fingers fiddled nervously with the strap of her old backpack, filled with notes from an introductory sociology course. "Jane Doe?" a woman in a white coat rose from behind the counter, her smile as flawless and lifeless as the interior. "My name is Linda. Come with me, Dr. Murdoch is waiting for you." Jane nodded, feeling her legs buckle. She followed Linda down the long hallway, their footsteps echoing dully on the glossy linoleum. The office doors were closed, their nameplates bearing incomp
The car pulled up to a building somewhere in the neighborhood. I sat at a distance from him in the backseat. He seemed to pretend I wasn't there. I cautiously peered out through the raindrops to see what this place was like. It was already past midnight, but I felt calm. The master had explained back in the café that the girl had to ask him for a session herself, explained the rules, and the girl, without a second thought, did so. And now she was here. The screeching of brakes, the sound of drips on the roof of the car, and the sound of the door opening. The man walked around the back of the car, opened the door, took off his coat, and covered me with it to keep me dry. I got out of the car without meeting his gaze, and we hurried inside. It was a reception area of sorts, but it was so dim, so intimate. The girl behind the counter smiled at the man, and she clearly recognized him. I shrugged off his coat and hung it over my arm; it was barely wet. And I stepped aside. I looked
So I’ve found myself in another very fun and playful situation with someone besides my MIL. My wife has a sexy little friend that’s a 100% Asian milf of 3. 5’2 fit body, round ass, and perky fake tits. Over the years she’s gotten drunk and told us all about how her husband just isn’t interested in sex anymore. She buys lingerie, low cut tops, toys etc even modeling the lingerie and showing us all the toys she’s bought and he just says he’s too tired from work and the kids to do it. Which is shocking because she’s stunning and sexually starved. He’s even joked and said we should just have an open marriage so you can get the satisfaction you need physically. She would never just find a random she’s not that kind of person. Well that’s when she joked with my wife and said “You’ve told me your husband wants you morning noon and night and you don’t, we should just totally swap he gets what he wants and I get what I want.” My wife actually talked to me about it for a little saying “I mean
It all started so banally that it's even funny now. I was coming home from college, pulling into the entrance hall, drenched in sweat from the stuffy street, and she was just coming out of her apartment—Aunt Natasha. Our neighbor, in her forties. I always saw her as well-groomed, smelling of perfume and baked goods, a true homemaker. She was always smiling at me, asking about my studies, and there was something warm and maternal in her eyes. The guardian angel of our building. But today her gaze was different. Narrowed, appraising. I muttered "hello" and reached for my door. “Andryusha, wait a minute,” her voice, usually so clear, was now low and velvety. I turned around. She was leaning against the doorframe, wearing a light housecoat that outlined... God, it outlined everything. All those soft, seductive curves that I sometimes thought about out of the corner of my mind as I drifted off to sleep. "You're so disinhibited, poor thing. Session?" She took a ste
The text I had sent him was filthy. I had written it out over the course of about an hour, adding things as I thought of them, making myself wet as I wrote out each dirty little fantasy. Imagining it had made me want to touch myself so badly, but I resisted; I had Jason for that now. I hesitated with my finger hovering over the send button, reading it through one last time. *Jay. You made me cum so hard last night. I was still throbbing when I woke up on your floor. You should’ve seen me. Legs open, dripping. I almost started touching myself right there. But then I remembered I don’t have to anymore. That’s your job, isn’t it? To lick my pussy until I forget how to speak. Anyway, I know you’re at work but I just wanted to let you know. When you get home I’m going to let you spread me open and fuck me any way you like. From behind, on my back, doggy, reverse cowgirl–whatever will make you cum the hardest. You deserve it! You can use my mouth or my ass or my pussy. Or all three. I don’
My husband and I have a good relationship, great sex, but... But for years now, I've dreamed of feeling like a slut, of being fucked like a total whore by a stranger. Or even several times... Alas, the prerequisites never materialized—first, the cushy love affair with my husband, then the birth of our daughter. And for a long time, I couldn't imagine a real situation where I could step outside the bounds of morality. However, I would start to cum around any even remotely attractive man, imagining how I'd take him in my mouth and then spread my legs for him. So my husband and I, leaving our daughter in the care of her grandmothers, went to a provincial town to settle some matters with the inheritance left after the death of a distant relative. We stayed in a hotel, considered the best, but with the kind of service and furnishings I imagined the Soviet era. However, this archaism was nothing compared to the ordeal of dealing with the inheritance. And so, on the second day,
This is gonna be long but I've not moved on from this trip. I (26F) went camping with my friends (26F, 26M, 26M, 27F, 29M, 30M, 30F, 30F). We've been friends for a while, after meeting in college. We are quite a crazy group. I've made out with three friends on separate occasions in parties, I know for a fact that others have with each other too. But it's mostly been drunk club stuff. We decided we wanted to go camping together by the lake, so we all go. It was the beginning of summer, so the weather was warming up quite a bit and we needed to go before it became too hot. Since we were 9 we had 3 tents, 3 people per tent. 27F and 29M were in my tent. At one point we're chilling, after a long day of hiking and a great dinner, a bit too much to drink. Eventually it's getting cooler, so I go to my tent to get my jacket. I open the zip and 29M is fully jacking off in there. Immediately I close the door, but he calls my name. This is one of the guys I've made out with previously. I go ba
So I (M25 at the time) was staying with my buddy from work (m22 Mark) and his wife (f21 Jess) while I was getting ready to move in 3 months. Mark was about to go out of town for work and was going to be gone for 6-9 months. Once we found that out I told him I would find another place to stay, he told me not to worry about it, he already told Jess and she was completely fine with me staying. That Sunday Mark heads out of town and I stay in my room mostly until of the day to avoid any awkward situations. Later that night I get a text from Jess saying “dinner is ready if you want some” I respond with “I’ll be down in just a minute” When I get downstairs my plate was made and there was a glass of wine poured. Waiting at the dinner table was Jess, she was drinking a glass of wine. We sat and ate and drank 3 bottles of wine while talking. Eventually she goes upstairs and I clean up the kitchen. my room is right across the hall from hers and as I pass by I glance inside not stopping my st
My girl and I had talked about trying a glory hole for months. It was one of those fantasies we kept teasing each other with, half joke, half challenge. One day, we were in an adult store with her two girlfriends, shopping for a gag gift. We were all laughing, checking out toys and outfits, when one of the girls stopped in front of a long, thick dildo with a slight S-curve. My girl smirked, pointed at it, and said loud enough for everyone to hear: “Hey babe, look… they’ve got yours on display.” The girls burst out laughing, but I saw their eyes linger. One of them raised an eyebrow and said, “Seriously?” My girl just smiled teasingly. That’s when we saw the glory hole booth in the back. My girl turned to me and said, “Go in. Let’s give them a peek.” I was already hard from the teasing, and the idea of being on display for her friends? Game on. I stepped into the booth, pushed through, and immediately felt a warm, eager mouth wrap around me. It was slow, wet, and confident. I knew th