If you’ve read all three previous parts, thank you for making it this far! This is officially the last part of the story. It’s a little longer than the previous ones. And fair warning, it get’s a little fucked up. Hope you all enjoy. ————— We left off part 3 just as Sasha returned to the bedroom. Moments before I had been fully inside of Emma, throwing caution to the wind and forgoing Sasha’s ground rule overcome by pure lust. With Sasha now crawling up onto the bed, Emma slowly stroked me, telling Sasha “I want to watch you ride him to start”. Sasha teasingly responded “You’ve gotta keep playing with my nipples though, that felt so good.” Emma let go of my cock as Sasha crawled up onto the bed, straddling me and giving me a deep kiss. She gripped my shaft and guided my tip to her entrance, slowly sitting down and sliding me into her. She shivered and moaned, saying “fuck Ben I love your cock … mmm I’ve needed you inside me”. In her tone there was almost a hint of competition,
Why is it that when you're thirty-two, running a department, with your own apartment, car, and complete independence, everyone thinks you're deeply unhappy? Marina threw her phone down on the couch in irritation. Another "kind" friend had sent her a link to a dating site with the caption, "Well, at least try it, okay?" Try it. As if they were talking about a new kind of tea, not a real person. She walked to the window, hugging herself. Outside, November drizzled, gray and hopeless, making her feel even more miserable. Her friends had long since married, had children, and were now trying with enviable persistence to arrange her personal life. "Marisha, you're not made of iron," they'd say, sighing meaningfully. Iron. Maybe she was. In three years of running the department, she'd learned not to show emotion, not to trust first impressions, and not to mix work with personal matters. Especially the latter. At work, everything was stable and pr
There is this guy I have been hooking up with for about two weeks. His name is Reed. He has a girlfriend. I know that because he told me the first night when we were already in my bed and his hand was already between my legs and I said "I don't care" and I meant it. He tells her he is at the gym. Every time. He shows up at my apartment in basketball shorts and a hoodie with a gym bag in his car and he fucks me and then he goes home and showers and tells her he had a good workout. I find this very funny honestly. Reed is tall. Six three. Big arms. Big hands. The kind of body that makes you want to climb all over it. He fucks like he's running out of time which I guess technically he is. I guess he has only an hour. Maybe ninety minutes if she is not paying attention. So he gets to my apartment and we skip the small talk and he picks me up and carries me to my bed or my couch or once just the hallway wall and he fucks me until we are both done and then he leaves. Last night tho someth
Had a very dom-like but friendly female friend I met in college and one night a group of us went skinny dipping. A week later she mentioned she saw I was hung and uncut, and that she was curious, as friends, to see it again. Well not soon after that one night after drinking we agreed that tonight was the night. She made it clear that she didn’t want to hook up, that she likes being friends and that she’s not promiscuous but wanted to see an uncut one in real life. When we got to her senior dorm room she knelt in front of me and I unzipped my pants and pulled out a quickly growing cock. At the time I didn’t know how big I actually am and her reaction was still one of the most incredible I’ve ever had. She immediately started laughing in disbelief and asked if she could hold it. Her comments on my size and her disbelief and enjoyment as it grew in her hand as she stroked me was a fantasy fulfilled for a 22 year old me. For the next 20 minutes she stroked me, observed it, played with
I stand by the window, my back to them, and hear the rustling of silk and the clinking of thin glass behind me. Down below, the hotel bar is still buzzing with guests, someone shouting a toast, someone crying into a vest. But here, on the twenty-third floor, there are only three people and an entire night that will never be anyone else's. I know why I'm here. I know why she called me. I know he's silent not because he's against it. I turn around. She's sitting on the edge of the huge bed, still wearing her dress—white, heavy, with the corset I laced for her this morning at the hotel, before the ceremony. I remember my fingers sliding along the laces, her laughing and saying, "Don't overdo it, I need to breathe when I say 'I do.'" It was a joke then. Now I look at her, and it seems as if I'm still holding those laces in my hands. He's standing by the minibar. He's wearing a shirt, no longer a jacket, his bow tie untied and hanging a
I heard this story from a woman I happened to talk to on the train. She said she needed to talk, and I, she said, seemed like a good listener. I don't know how true it is, but I remembered what she told me word for word. So, the heroine—let's call her Vera. Thirty-four years old, petite and well-built, with heavy dark hair and a calm, slightly tired face. Not a cover-girl beauty, but one of those women who men linger on longer than intended. Vera worked for a small agency that officially organized private events, but unofficially found escorts. Not prostitution in the traditional sense, more like theater: dinners, receptions, trips, the occasional night out. Vera wasn't the kind of woman to be called on often. She was valued for something else: her ability to get into character. She knew how to be whatever her clients were looking for: a giggly student, a bored wife, a stern teacher. The agency called it "individual support with elements of psychological reconstructi
I offer a story from life, where the details and names have, of course, been changed, but the emotions are very real. A trip out of town with a big group was my Alena's idea. She generally loves getting everyone together—my friends, her girlfriends. It's loud, fun, and almost always ends with dancing around the campfire. This time we're going to a new place; someone mentioned there was a small lake and an old bridge there. I'm driving, Alena's next to me, and in the back, the friends are discussing something, music, and the smell of summer coming from the open window. We arrive. The clearing is excellent, the grill is set up quickly, and the girls are laying out snacks. Alena is wearing a light sundress today, her hair tied up, but a couple of strands have come loose from the wind. I look at her, she catches my eye and smiles, a knowing smile, as if to say, I know what you're thinking. We haven't really seen each other for a week; we've both been work
I've been hooking up with this guy Felix on and off for a couple months now. Casual, nothing serious. Mostly just fun. He knows I'm trans obviously, and he's so into it. What we have is honestly great. It's easy. Good sex, low drama, and minimal time investment required. The only unusual thing about it is that Felix has a girlfriend, and he hasn't told her about me. To be honest that actually isn't all that unusual. It is shockingly common for many straight guys with girlfriends or wives try to hook up with me. I deal with it all the time, and I must admit a part of me loves being their secret fantasy. I play into a lot too. Anyways. Last week he texted me something different. "My girlfriend wants to meet you." I didn't know until now that his girlfriend knew about me. Which, fine, maybe I should've asked more questions. I assumed I was more of a secret thing. But he explained. I guess recently he and his gf Tessa have been talking about adding other people into their relationship
My boyfriend (M23) rents a 2-bedroom house, and I (19F) moved in about a year ago. Recently, my friend (22F) moved in with us. I've noticed he looks at her a lot, and I'm not going to lie, she's incredibly attractive. She's a gym enthusiast with defined abs, a great figure, and very noticeable perky breasts. I'm not concerned that he would do anything, and I've even joked that he probably has private thoughts about her. Well, recently her shower broke in the downstairs bathroom, and the repair man wasn't scheduled to come for a few days. She asked if she could use our shower in the master bedroom. I said sure, no problem. I also mentioned that the shower head has a wonderful massage feature which is great for personal relaxation, if you know what I mean. I've had quite a few enjoyable experiences using that shower head. She smirked and said she'd be sure to test that feature, then went to the gym. Later that morning, my boyfriend and I were on the couch when she came back from the gy
i was in the middle of getting my pussy fucked when it happened. i was pretty close to an orgasm too. like maybe a minute away. "i have a girlfriend." he said it while he was literally inside me. i had no idea up to this point. we had been talking online for a week, flirting, sending pictures back and forth, made plans to hook up, and he chose to tell me this with his cock deep in my pussy. his timing was genuinely unbelievable. i'd matched with him a few days before. he was cute, forward, didn't waste my time with small talk. we were sexting within like two hours of matching and i was actually so into it. i had been unusually horny lately and i was actively looking for someone new to get fucked by. i'm not gonna pretend i was being selective. he was hot and available and that was enough for me. i'm lazy like that lol. he came over one night. we barely talked. he walked in and i was wearing this little tank top and shorts with no underwear underneath and he just looked at me with
Today and for the next week or so I'm working from home 38M... today me and the wife (40) are going through the motions of getting the kids sorted for school.. and the usual routines of getting ready for the day.. Around 8.30 the wife leaves to drop the kids off at school.. I know she's going to be 30mins so I hop in the shower.. get cleaned up and semi ready for work... I pull some curtains and drop the kitchen blind down for some privacy.. I settle on the sofa and pull my jeans and boxers down and im stroking my cock to pics and stories on reddit.. I'm rock hard from it all and I hear the keys go.. she walks in.... and in complete surprise is stopped in her tracks of me just stroking my cock.. "do you need help?" the wife asks.. grabs a pillow and proceeds to kneel down in front of me on the sofa and take my throbbing cock in her mouth... my jeans are kind of constricting so I slide one leg out and open up my legs wider... her eyes widen.. now she can get to work on my hard
Lora came home from college, dumped her backpack in the hallway, wolfed down the pasta I’d made, and within minutes disappeared upstairs to her room. I knew exactly what was coming: she wouldn’t even open a textbook. In a couple of minutes she’d be propping her phone on a tripod, turning on the camera, and stripping for Matt. I’d had enough. The next morning over breakfast I said calmly: “Lora, I don’t see you studying at all. Tomorrow I’m going to your college to talk to your professors.” She nearly choked on her coffee. “Mom, please no. I’ll study. I swear. Just don’t go.” “Prove it.” “I won’t close my bedroom door anymore. At all. You can walk in whenever you want.” She looked me straight in the eyes the way she only does when she’s telling the truth. I nodded. Deal. Now I just had to deal with Matt. The following day after I dropped Lora off at campus, I spent a long time in the shower, then carefully shaved everything between my legs. The skin felt impossibly smooth, sof
After a long day at the office, I knew my husband Jason could not wait to get out of the shower and get to bed for the night. At dinner, he said it had been one of those days at work when nothing went right. He turned the water off, grabbed a towel, and started drying off. When he finished, he walked to the closet and pulled out a pair of boxers. He stepped into them and basically fell into our bed. He turned on the TV to start his nightly habit of falling asleep with an old show playing in the background. I walked past the bed and asked, “Sex?” “I am so tired,” he replied. “Let’s do it tomorrow.” “I guess I’ll just have to do myself,” I said. He chuckled because he knew that was not happening. I loved to masturbate in front of him, but never once had I masturbated next to him without him asking me to. I turned the shower back on, and I knew he would be asleep by the time I returned. Little did he know that I returned with my favorite toy, my own
My boyfriend and I had been talking for a while about me putting a finger in his ass during head and last night he finally let me do it and he came so hard I think he temporarily left this plane of existence so I need to talk about it because I've been replaying it in my head all day. I love giving head. Like I don't just tolerate it, I genuinely crave having his cock in my mouth (wait not genuinely, I just really crave it, whatever the word is lol). Last night he was on his back and I was between his legs and I had a good rhythm going, my left hand on his balls massaging them, my right hand stroking his shaft in time with my mouth, spit dripping everywhere because I'm messy about it and that's how we both like it. I was sucking him deep, taking him until my nose pressed against his stomach and then pulling back slow with my tongue dragging on the underside of his cock and he was groaning and telling me how good it felt and every time he said something like that I went harder because
I got out of the car first, without even turning around, knowing he was watching me. The evening air was cool, but I was still warmed by the champagne and his hands under the table throughout the banquet. My legs wobbled a little, not from the drink, but from anticipation. I took out my keys, swayed, and he grabbed my elbow. - Be careful, Natasha. His voice was low and calm, with that drawling quality that always made my stomach turn. Viktor Petrovich, my immediate supervisor, forty-six years old, divorced, with arms like an athlete, and such a master of the tongue that I sometimes forget my own name. I opened the door and immediately realized the light in the hallway was on. That meant Kostya wasn't asleep. Of course, how could he sleep when his wife was at the office party? I deliberately didn't tell him I'd be coming with someone. Why? Let it be a surprise. “Come in, Viktor Petrovich, don’t be shy,” I let him go ahead and slammed the door. Kostya stuck his head out of
I woke up and looked down at the morning glory tenting the sheets. As I reached for my cock, my hand tangled in strawberry-blonde hair. Then I stiffened when I felt someone breathing against my neck, and I picked up a feminine scent. I twisted to the left, ready to jump out of bed, but I recognized her high cheekbones and button nose. It was my twin sister. She opened her eyes and smiled. "You look like a deer caught in the headlights." I reached for my glasses and pushed them up my nose. "What are you doing here?" She had moved out a year ago, when both of us started college. We were nineteen, but I had not bothered leaving, since unlike her I got along with our mom. "Sorry if I scared you," she said, pulling her hair into a ponytail. My eyes trailed down to her shoulders, and luckily I saw the straps of a bra. "Tiffany and I got kicked out of our apartment, so I had to move back. I couldn't find a sheet for my bed, so I decided to crash here." "You could have told me before snea
This happened while we were all in college. We were at this big beach house with a group of friends. Rooms were limited, so Maya (my girlfriend), her best friend Lena, and I ended up in the same room, one queen and a twin. Maya and I took the queen. Lena took the twin a few feet away. It felt normal. The third night everyone stayed up drinking on the porch. By the time we came inside, Maya was already half-asleep. She pulled the covers up, kissed me once, and was out within minutes. Lena changed in the bathroom and came back in a soft oversized shirt that kept slipping off one shoulder. She climbed into her twin bed. I was in shorts, still drunk from the beer and the salt air, lying on my back next to Maya. The room was quiet except for the waves through the open window and Maya’s slow, even breathing beside me. I dropped off hard. I don’t know how long I was under. The first thing that reached me was the careful shift of the mattress on my side. Soft fingers testing the waistband
A few years ago I was on a double-date of sorts with my friend Brian and his girlfriend Kelsey, as well as her friend Allison who I had only met once but was interested in getting to know better. Allison was a hairdresser, about 5'0" and quite busty. Just my type. Kelsey had told me she was into me after our first meeting so I was excited to see where this night went. We went to dinner, walked around a local fair that was going on and then headed back to Brian & Kelsey's place to hang out and play some games. As the night progressed it was clear that we were into each other, and after a few hours of games and drinking Brian decides to head upstairs to pass out leaving me alone with Allison and Kelsey. We moved to the couch and put on some Netflix and continued chatting a bit more. I was already sitting next to Allison on the couch when Kelsey decided to join us which placed me in between the two. Figuring I had already sealed the deal and was getting a bit excited I brought up som
The downpour came on suddenly, turning the street into one solid wall of water. I'd just picked up my order at the door—a tall paper bag with the Maru-sushi logo—and was about to close the door when I noticed the delivery girl in a light yellow windbreaker and shorts standing on the porch, helplessly watching the torrents of water fall from the sky. Her scooter lay forlornly wet by the curb. "Come in and wait it out," I suggested, retreating further into the hallway. "It's been such a blast for an hour." She hesitated for a second, then stepped inside. The hallway immediately smelled of rain, asphalt, and something sweet—probably her perfume. I closed the door. Now we were standing alone in my bachelor apartment: me barefoot, in shorts and a T-shirt, and she soaking wet. Her thin windbreaker clung to her figure, and I couldn't help but notice her neat breasts, visible through the wet fabric, and her flat stomach. She pulled off her windbreaker, and I almo
This weekend I went out clubbing with some friends and ended up dancing with this incredibly flirty and fit girl. She looked like she was in her mid 20s with platinum blonde hair, tanned skin, and fake tits. She wore this tiny miniskirt that barely covered her ass and showed off her exposed and tight midriff. She was very handsy and seemed extremely horny and was grinding up against me non stop. When she asked me to take her back to mine I didn’t hesitate. We fooled around in the back of the uber and in the elevator to my apartment she guided my hand under her skirt and I felt her panties had been fully soaked through. This got me rock hard immediately. As soon as we entered my apartment she wasted no time dropped to her knees and started blowing me in the living room. She was a cock drunk little slut and didn’t even care that the front of her outfit was getting covered in my precum and her spit as she hungrily drooled and slobbered over my engorged cock. I wasn’t sure how much lon