Before I jump back in I got a few messages asking what Sasha and Emma looked like. Sasha was tall, pale, and slender, around 5’ 8” with natural soft amber brown curls, brown eyes, and a very artsy appearance. Even in uni she had a lot of tattoos, and always wore a lot of jewelry - necklace stacks, multiple rings, lots of ear piercings, etc. She was thin, but had a very cute and perky butt, adorably toned stomach, loosely defined abs, and smaller B-cup breasts. Emma on the other hand was short, probably 5’ 2” or so, short jet black hair with bangs, hazel eyes, and tan skin. If I remember correctly she was a quarter hispanic, and had that latina sort of personality and aura, if you know what I’m talking about. She didn’t have any tattoos or piercings besides basic ear rings that I can remember, but that’s not what I was really looking at when it came to her. She was still on the slimmer side of things, but she had beautiful curves, a round and firm butt, and gorgeous breasts - perky, C
When my daughter was in third grade, her teacher (25F) was a complete smoke show. Thin, blonde, beautiful, great figure, but what really mattered to me was how sultry she was. She just had that aura that drips sensuality. When I’d pick my daughter up, her teacher would often be there in the pickup line and give me these long, unflinching looks like she wanted to consume me. When we’d talk, she’d always greet me with this extremely flirty “Hiiiiii \[my daughter\]’s dad 😏” When the school year ended, I found her on social media and sent her a DM. We started chatting and ended up meeting for a walk in the woods. The talk was extremely spicy but we didn’t touch each other. A week or two later, I asked if she wanted to go clubbing together and she asked me if I could pick her up. When I got to her apartment, she texted and asked if I could come up and help her choose an outfit before we went out. She tried on a few things for me as she drank wine and talked. Eventually, she asked for a
Ira and I had a complicated relationship; we were on and off, though we kept in touch for several years. One time, when we broke up again, I decided that was it and I needed to start over. I messaged my friend and we went to a nightclub, ideally to pick up some chicks, but as it turned out, just to have a drink and have a good time. We started with one, then another, until it was late at night and we were standing at the entrance to yet another, quite drunk. My friend decided he couldn't continue our "crusade" any longer and called a taxi. I was about to leave, but something seemed to draw me inside. I walked into the club, the stairs leading straight down. Upon entering, music and the murmur of people became immediately audible. Couples stood along the steps in the semi-darkness, enjoying each other with rapture. I went downstairs and found myself in a large room. The music was loud, and the flickering, dim red lighting created an intimate atmosphere. I went to the bar,
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
After her divorce was final, Penny and I officially started dating. We work together and she is known as my work wife. We kept everything professional because of her divorce. It was a nasty one and she didn't want to get too involved until it was official. Everyone in our office knew about out friendship but no one expected anything more than a funny office friendship. Once we started dating, we kept things quiet and kept our office relationship the same as it's always been. Outside the office was a different story. Penny is 6 years younger than me at 45. She has 3 kids, one in college and 2 that live with their father on the other side of town, ages 12 and 15. They stay with her on most weekends but her and her ex have it worked out well for the kids to choose what they want to do. Penny is a cute, petite dirty blond with a small chest, cute little ass and a wonderful personality. On our first official date, she wanted to cook for me. During our meal, the sexual tension was thic
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
My guy friend came over to have me clean his dick after fucking his gf. I always joked about how it would be fun to taste his gf after he used her. He thought I was all talk until last night when he came over to put my mouth to the test. I wasted no time after he sneaked over and had me going down on my knees and tasting her on him. He kept moaning how good it felt, but I told him that I tasted better as I teased him with the tip of his dick hitting the back of my throat. He thought it would be too much to put his dick inside of me, but he couldn't resist when I kept begging and begging to have him deep inside of me. He picked me up and had me sit on his dick to show him that I was better and sluttier than his gf. I rode him so hard that it didn't take long until I had his warm load fill me up. I went down to clean him up and then kissed him, letting him know that I indeed tasted better than his gf. I hope his gf has the pleasure of tasting me when she sucks on his morning wood
It was a Saturday night of hanging out with my group of friends as usual (there is 5 of us). We were going to our buddies house for the first time and we confronted with a hoarding problem. We all gave each other a look that said " yeah.. let's get out of here." It was getting late, around 11.30pm ish and we just decided to go home. Since I'm the only one with a drivers license I had to drive everyone home. For privacy purposes I'm going to be giving out fake names in this story. Ik nobody gives a shit because everyone here is just touching themselves. Anyway. It was just Maddy and I in the car. It made since to drop her off last because we live in the same neighborhood. We were talking about how we were disappointed how the night ended. We were all excited to watch horror movies together but didn't end up doing so because of my buddies living conditions. We didn't want to the night to go to waste so she invited me over to watch movies together! I was really exited to spend time
I'm a young Asian woman married to a white American man. My parents still live in my home country but my mom frequently flies over to our American home to visit me. This started out as a slight annoyance, but it's getting to the point that I can no longer look at my mom in the eyes the next morning. Whenever my mom came to visit us, she would sleep in a bedroom right next to our master bedroom. The walls are very thin, and she can hear everything. During those visits, nearly every night, my husband would fuck me. And he would always get extra rough when fucking me. He used a belt to whip my bare ass really hard before fucking me. My hands were handcuffed behind my back, and my mouth was gagged with his dirty socks, the same pair of socks that he wore all day. He would whip me until I couldn't take it anymore. After he was done whipping me, I was covered in sweat and my eyes were two watery holes. Then, and only then, he would grab my ass and fuck me, and he always fucked me reall
— Fuck, yes! More! Fuck me like this, deeper! My nails dug into the cool plastic of the kitchen countertop, and my entire body arched in a silent scream from a new, crushing jolt that echoed deep within, causing my insides to clench in a delicious spasm. Sweat trickled down my back, mixing with the tears of madness that rolled down my face. Strong, young hands gripped my hips, pressing them in with such force that there would definitely be bruises tomorrow. Bruises that I would proudly examine in the mirror, a crazy thought flashed through my head. "Mommy's just an insatiable whore," a low, commanding voice rasped right next to my ear, its roughness making me shudder with desire again. "It's been forty minutes, and you're still thirsty. There's already a puddle under you, see?" I lowered my head, trying to catch my breath. The floor did indeed glisten in the light of the kitchen lamp. A puddle. From me. From what he squeezed out of me again and again.
I sat back on my couch the other day and saw that I had a text out of the blue from an old college hookup, Tasha. It read: “I was just thinking, you have a glorious penis,” and immediately I was hard as a rock. \* I met Tasha in the college gym about ten years ago, helping her up after she accidentally triggered the emergency stop on her treadmill at the gym, lurched forward, and fell over. Fortunately, only her ego was harmed, and she seemed grateful for the hand. “I’m Tasha,” she said, “And I promise this never happens.” “I’m Marc,” I said, then grinned and took a calculated risk, “And I don’t know… it seems like a good way to meet a guy.” She laughed, I was in, and we both proceeded to cut our running short and grab smoothies at the cafe next door. Tasha was… fit. At 6’2”, she was nearly as tall as I was, and she boasted a tight ass and some perky, probably B-cups. You could tell this was a woman who took fitness seriously, and found out later that she was actually on the
Every year on New Year's Eve, my grandma hosts a family gathering at her place to celebrate. There's a lot of champagne and food, overall just a good time every year. I'm 18 so I wasn't drinkingThis year was a bit smaller, so it was just me, my parents, grandma, grandpa my 2 older cousins and my aunt. My aunt is the definition of a MILF, it's actually insane. I get a boner sometimes just thinking of her. I catch myself looking at her a lot, however I've never made a move since we're family and it was inappropriate, so for a while I've just fantasized. She has long blonde hair, and the biggest natural tits. Plus she's 25 years older then me. The gathering had been going on for a while, and I was looking at my aunt a couple of times. Around 3 or so hours before midnight my family decided they were going to go get hammered at the bar. I was going to stay back because, obviously, I'm not old enough to drink. I thought I was going to be alone for a while but to my surprise, my aunt said sh
The rain pounded the tin roof of the bathhouse, creating a cozy, detached noise. I sat on the oak shelf, all steamed up, listening to the coals crackling in the stove, and enjoying the peace. My father had gone to town on some urgent business, promising to return only tomorrow evening. We were left at the dacha alone with Irina. My stepmother. She was young. Too young to be a father. She was barely forty, and looked thirty. Slender, fit, with a look that made my twenty-year-old self get a hard-on. I always tried not to show it, looked away when she walked past in her tight shorts or bathing suit. It was torture. The door to the steam room creaked. I turned around and was stunned. Irina was standing on the threshold. Wrapped in a small white towel that covered the most important things, but hugged her curves so tightly that it took my breath away. Her damp chestnut hair was gathered into a messy bun, her cheeks were flushed, and drops of water were running down her collarbones. “Is t
Ever since we met 10 some years ago, I’ve always felt like she was flirting with me. And so I would always play a little bit with her. Rarely direct verbal flirtations, but sometimes she would just look at me in a way that was very mischievous and dark. So needless to say, I’ve always fantasized about her. She’s much shorter than I am, so of course she’s this confident brassy little thing. She’s had a couple kids, and her added curves have only made her sexier to me. Anyway. One night, my wife and I and her best friend and her husband were all having drinks. And somehow or another, I found myself in the kitchen alone with my wife’s best friend, let’s call her Tiffany. So we’re making jokes as usual, and then she wanted to know where the wine glasses were. So I tell her they’re right behind her in the cabinet. She turns and says “where?” And I instinctively come over there and open it for her, which means I’m in her space. Standing behind her. And of course, we reach for the cab
So I (19F) need to admit something kinda embarrassing. I was totally that girl who always said “lol if it’s not big what’s even the point.” Like I genuinely thought size was the most important thing. I even joked about it with my friends. Yeah… after this weekend I officially shut up about that. There’s this guy I’ve been hanging out with from campus. He’s not flashy or cocky, just funny and ridiculously sweet. We’d studied together a few times, grabbed coffee, and honestly I wasn’t even sure if I liked him like *that*. But the more time I spent with him, the more I caught myself staring at his mouth when he laughed or imagining what his hands would feel like on me. Anyway, Saturday night he came over to “watch a movie” (lol yeah right). At first it was just us on the couch, talking and laughing, but the tension was so obvious. Every time our knees touched my stomach would flip. He’d lean close when he made a joke and I could smell his cologne and feel his breath on my skin. By the t
When my parents got a divorce I lived with my mom. She often went out with her friends and would come home drunk and just head to bed. One night I heard her come in and she was laughing and giggling out in the living room, so I knew she had bought some one home, after a while I couldn’t hear them anymore, but she had not come down to her bedroom. So, I crept out of bed and down to the living room and that when I saw my mom getting fucked in the ass by a huge man, he must have been like 6’4 or something, he seemed massive at the time. He had her bent over the arm of the chair, one leg on the floor and the other on the chair. She was making a grunting noise that was somewhat muffled by his hand, and he was whispering something to her that I couldn’t make out. I stayed hidden and watched the whole thing with a rock hard cock. It went on for ages so I think it’s safe to assume she has been taking cock in her ass for quite some time before this encounter. After he had finished I went back
I always thought that being a secretary for a boss like Mr. Harris would be a chore—coffee, reports, calls. But damn, he was a real character: tall, with those broad shoulders that stretched his shirt, and eyes that sometimes slid over me like I was something tasty rather than just an employee. I was 28, he was in his late 30s, divorced, and there was talk around the office that he was no saint. And me? I was just trying to keep it together, but inside I sometimes fantasized about him pinning me to the desk. Silly, right? But that business trip changed everything. We flew to Chicago for a conference – he was speaking, I was assisting. The hotel was fancy, one room for two, but with separate rooms, like a suite. "We're saving the company's budget," he said with a grin when we checked in. It was a free evening, the conference started the next day. "Anna, let's go have dinner? We can't just sit in the room," he suggested, and I nodded, feeling something
This is a continuation of my earlier story about the fun I had with my SIL during a family trip. Now for pt.2 A day passed and Nicole seemed like her old self. No change in how she acted or that anything happened. We joked like we always did, shit talked and just acted like normal. The resort was doing an outside movie and we all decided it would be fun. Well almost all of us, I had seen the movie before and it wasn’t that great so I didn’t really want to go. But Nicole basically called me out for being a killjoy and told me to come along. I reluctantly joined them. We took blankets and snacks and stuff for the movie. Since the screen was set up on the beach people spread out on the sand and the surrounding ground. I hung back, figuring I would just play on my phone. The movie started and I jumped on Facebook, and was instantly bummed when I found out that my ex was now dating a co-worker of hers. I had always thought that there was something going on between them but She vehemen
Accidentally opening the door at the wrong time, for her, I saw a beautiful maid. Coal-black hair, brown eyes, and thick black eyebrows. She wasn't wearing sexy clothes or high heels. But something about her caught my eye, and I immediately became attached to this woman, asking her how she found working here. Not knowing what to answer, she introduced herself as Linda, and immediately offered her hand. Apparently, she was new, since she didn't know who I was. We got acquainted. I forbade all my subordinates to offer me their hand, and when someone did, I recognized the newcomer, repeating over and over that this was not allowed. But I didn't tell her this. I liked the soft skin of her small hand so much that, without letting go, I began to tell her how nice it was here, and that everyone without exception gave tips, so the salary increase for the month would be significant. The woman became embarrassed, looked away. She was almost silent, and I told her and told her. How
Eh, if I had known that it would all end like this, I would never have agreed to Andrey's offer to go to his house, try the new whiskey and cola, and cook him dinner. His wife had long since gone on vacation, and for more than two weeks now the man had been alone at home, sitting on the Internet until midnight. - Hi, Ksyusha, what are you doing there, aren’t you bored? - Hi, Andryusha, everything is fine. I just started cleaning, and then there will be laundry. And how are you? How are you relaxing, or have you started bringing girls to entertain you? Admit it. - Don't tease me. It's true, I feel sick, but I'm holding on. Maybe you could come over? I've been sitting without anything hot for over a week now. I don't know how to make soup, and my friends don't want to come over, I have things to do. - No problem, I'll finish right now and come. Open the wine. - I have whiskey, with cola, it's better. Come on, I'm waiting for you! After a quick s