My girlfriend and I went to a Halloween party at a friend's house and it was the craziest party ever. It started off as a costume party and it basically ended up as a sex party. After a few hours most people were either half naked or fully naked. People were fucking in bedrooms, the bathroom, and the backyard. My gf wanted to find a woman to blow me and maybe have a threesome with. After flirting with a lot of girls, we had no luck. Eventually we went to Plan B. I stripped to my underwear. gf said, "Fuck it. No underwear." Underwear came off and I was totally naked with a big hard on. We walked around the party again. Not many people noticed since so many other people were naked. Some were fucking in front of everyone. We finally started talked to this sexy brunette Laura. She said I was hot and kept staring at my dick. My gf got really direct and asked her if she wanted to suck my dick. She immediately got on her knees and started blowing me, in front of everyone. gf held back Lau
The living room was filled with the scent of jasmine candles and the tart notes of women's perfume—the floral trail of Zhanna and the fresh, almost marine scent of Christina. I sat in a chair, watching them as jazz played softly, and they, the two friends, settled on the huge sofa, their bare feet touching. Zhanna, my red-haired wife, was the embodiment of temptation in her short black dress. Her curves, the very ones that had driven me crazy all these years, stood out softly in the dim light. Christina, a slender blonde in tight jeans and a silk tank top, gestured as she told yet another amusing story. A provocative tattoo on her ankle peeked out from under her jeans, and a silver piercing in her belly button glinted with every movement. "Boris, don't stare like you're at an exhibition," Zhanna winked at me, her green eyes sparkling mischievously. "Want to join in? There's plenty of room." I moved to the sofa, feeling a slight arousal creeping in. Ch
We had gone away on vacation and needed someone to watch the dog for a week. My daughter’s friend agreed to do it for $100. She was a sexy, petite thing, 20 with light brown hair that was always in French braids. When we finally got home, she said she needed a lift back to her parents. What the fuck, I thought, my wife is gonna go straight to bed, so by the time I got back she’d be asleep and I could rub one out in peace. Maybe, thinking about the sexy college girl in black leggings and a tight, thin t-shirt. We made small talk as we drove down the dirt roads to her parents’ house. Every once in an awhile I’d glance over and find her looking down at the bulge in my pants. Each time she looked away shyly, but then immediately looked up at me from underneath her eyelashes. She kept catching me looking at her hard nipples and perky tits poking out from behind her thin t-shirt. I moved my hand to the console and let it dangle. She slowly slid closer until my hand was touching her thigh
My wife, Tonya, and I have been living as husband and wife for a whole year now. My name is Igor, and I'm thirty-two. My wife, Tonya, is only twenty-seven. There's a five-year age difference between us, but we don't feel it at all. I don't feel older, and she doesn't feel younger. We're just living. After my grandmother died, I inherited her one-room apartment in an old panel building. That's where Tonya and I are living. My wife doesn't want to have children yet. She keeps telling me that first we need to get back on our feet, pay off the loans, and do some renovations. Well, I'm not rushing her. I understand her concerns, so I don't bring it up myself, so as not to put unnecessary pressure on her. Tonya and I met under somewhat odd circumstances. She came to work for a new assistant. Our team was mostly male, and almost everyone was married. Tonya was young, vibrant, and immediately attracted attention. But she ignored the advances of single
Well here it goes BTW im real not a bot . Im 38M . Well one day I got home around noon from work it was a slow day so I just figured I'd stay home and take a nap . Couldn't sleep so I figured I'd fuck my pocket pussy I baught since I was laying in bed and my wife was at work and not like shes been giving it up anyway. There I was on my back the blow job swirl action on this toy feeling amazing My SIL . Shes 39 a little older than me . About 5'2" she has a thick ass cute dimples and thighs that make me go crazy . small belly and C cup titts we will talk more about later . Short dirty blonde curly hair mmmm we will call her crystal . Well there i was laying in bed fucking the shit out of this toy thinking about her tight pussy on my cock and titts in my face when I heard the floor creek i stopped for a second and didnt hear anything else so continued on . Apparently she was dropping off some candle making stuff for my wife when she heard my toy buzzing along and the stroking noise
My best friend knows how I feel about her boyfriend. I don't really try to hide it and neither does he. We've fooled around, and she was very into it, even encouraging it but I feel something has changed. As her boyfriend and I get closer I feel like she is getting colder and colder. Like she feels I am taking him away and that is definitely not what is happening so I wanted to make sure she knew that. I managed to get her alone and sat her down ready to hash it out. I was surprised when she said she was totally fine with it. I was shocked and grabbed her hand. I wasn't being flippant or teasing, I genuinely wanted her opinion. She told me her honest sincere feeling was that she liked seeing us together. That she liked how intense we became when we were passionate together. She kept going and then she started to shift in her seat. I realized that she was getting horny talking about it! She smiled at me as she went on and on about how hot it is to watch her boyfriend fuck my brains ou
— 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.
My close guy friend came over the other day and nagged about his gf being plain vanilla in bed, and was not willing to go down on her knees and deepthroat him. Being the good friend that I am, I teased him asking if he wanted his cock sucked. He laughed, knowing that I was teasing him but I thought I'd make him nervous and got down on my knees straight away. He froze and stared at me, not really knowing what to do. I proceeded to unzip his trousers and waited for him to stop me. He didn't. So I took that as my queue to keep going until his dick was fully exposed for me to play with aha. I slowly started to lick the tip. He smiled nervously and was immediately hard. I told him that it's a shame his gf didn't know how to appreciate his dick with her mouth, and then proceeded to take inches in until the tip of his dick began to hit the back of my throat. He sank into the chair and moaned until I finally received his warm load down my throat. I swallowed it whole, sat next to him and
hey GWS! so awhile ago, i went on a girls trip to cancun with my besties. i was recently broken up so we booked this fancy resort with a spa, and on day two, i signed up for a massage to unwind from all the UNLIMITED FOOD, margaritas and dancing. little did i know, it’d turn into the hottest moment of the trip. i’m on the massage table, naked under a sheet, when this ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUSS masseur (mid-20s, tan, ripped, with a sexy accent) starts working his magic. his hands are strong, kneading my shoulders, then gliding down my back, and i’m already melting, getting wet just from how good it feels. he’s all professional at first, but when he starts on my thighs, his fingers brush *real* close to my pussy, and i let out a little moan. he pauses, smirks, and asks, “is this okay?” in that deep voice, and i’m like, “uh, yeah,” totally blushing but so turned on... at this point i haven't been touched by a dude in over 2 months and im squirming... next thing i know, the sheet’s off,
So I live with three roommates and I am very used to listening to them live their lives. Sometimes they’re quiet, other times they blast the television. Sometimes they fuck in the next room so loudly you can barely hear yourself think. Today I was reading when I heard Josie and Josh through our shared wall. The bed was shaking and I could hear muffled moans. I wasn’t exactly in the mood to eavesdrop so I popped in headphones and went about my business. A few minutes later there’s a knock at my door. I tell them to come in and it is Josie wrapped up in a robe. I could tell she was naked beneath it. She had her arms crossed over her chest and her hair was loose and wild. “Are you busy?” She asked. She seemed a little irritated. “What’s up?” I asked. I figured she might need a ride to the store for plan b or something but instead she popped her hip out and sighed. She didn’t look at me as she spoke. “Josh needs you,” she said. “For what?” I asked as I pulled out my headphones and pu
In the middle of the night, I walked home with my hands in my pockets. I had just faced another rejection, another night where I’d gotten cock-blocked. I sighed, wondering if this curse would ever lift. It was the second time it had happened, and it hurt, especially since I’d been so close to tasting my girlfriend’s sweetness. I couldn’t understand why some guys thought having a big dick was something to be proud of. I’d learned it was quite the opposite after my first girlfriend, Alice, flat-out rejected me. “I can’t even curl my fingers around it,” she’d said in disbelief. I was eighteen and had just graduated from high school. I was really into coding, and if it hadn’t been for my mom, I probably wouldn’t have left my bedroom at all. She was always nagging me to go outside and find a girl. She was proud of my good grades, but she kept telling me that having fun was important too. I walked up to my home. Since it was currently night, I tried to be as discreet as possible. I lived
Indeed, her joyous, happy, bubbly self has returned with a vengeance, and both me and Erica couldn't be any happier for her. Seeing her beaming smile and colorful personality come back in full has made our hookups incredibly rewarding. However, after a couple failed dates, Isabelle has confessed to Erica that she now doesn't want to have sex with anyone other than me. About a week ago, after another one of our hookups, she spoke with my fiancé and asked if she could continue having sex with me. And Erica, to my surprise, actually approved. So now, me and Isabelle have continued hooking up with each other nonstop since then, and Erica has even been watching us fuck. I've spoken to her about this, as the last thing I want to do is have this cause a rift between us, but she has assured me multiple times over that she's not only ok with it, but she wants this for the both of us just as much as both me and Isabelle do. Just last night, I once again slept with Isabelle while Erica watch
My freshman year about 2 months in, I didn't know many people yet and was just starting to make connections to hookup. At a floor party, I ended up going back to my room with a girl, we were both a bit drunk but that didn't stop us from fucking like crazed wombats. Turns out she liked big dick, deep and hard and had orgasms like tsunamis. After a couple sweaty bed shaking sessions we succumbed to the bottle of vodka we brought back and passed out. Saturday morning at like 11 am I had a painful awakening *and* a throbbing morning wood. I stirred the girl awake and started to get busy when I realized...she wasn't the one I went to bed with. Full luscious hair, perky tits with pencil eraser nipples, and based on how she went after my shaft once awakened, not unfamiliar with sex...or me. But hey, I was engorged and she was willing. After a good rip-roaring session of sex ending with my glazing her cervix with cum, she went on her way...and I never knew her name *or* the name of girl I w
The forest air was already cooling, smelling of pine needles, damp earth, and the smoke from the fire I'd long ago extinguished. I crawled into my sleeping bag, buried my nose in the cool nylon of the tent, and tried to read on my phone. Silence. Only the wind in the pine treetops and some distant, unfamiliar sounds. I felt like such a brave traveler, so independent. Alone in the forest. Independent, no fucking way. The first thing that alerted me was the creak of a branch. Not a natural sound, but a loud, cracking one. I froze and listened. My heart suddenly responded with a dull thump in my temples. "An elk," I immediately reassured myself, "or a boar. They don't attack first." Then I heard voices. Men's. Rough, slightly hoarse, interrupting each other. They were getting closer. And through the thin tent awning, I saw three dark figures, illuminated by the moon. They were walking straight toward me. "Oh God, no. No-no-no..." I pressed myself aga
So, I was 26 he was 30 and my sister was 21. He had been through a rough divorce cause his ex wife was a cheating slut, we met through work and immediately hit it off, flirting at first which quickly turned in to him picking me up from work (we worked at different sites) and me blowing him in his car. Soon we were very much loved up and he was staying with me at my parents house, they all loved him, something about him being my protector and looking after me so well made them absolutely adore him, he met my sister after one of her drunken nights out and she came home very drunk and she started flirting with him. She w wearing a very slurry black dress which didn't leave much to the imagination, she is much more well endowed in the boob region than me and I watched him peeking at her perky young tits. This went on for a while until I noticed he was rock hard in his shorts. I took him to bed didn't mention the reason why he was so erect and blew him until he shot loads ( much more than u
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
When her door is open, it’s an invitation for me to come inside. She’s about 30 years older than me, divorced. I’m the “nice young man” who she asks to help move things when she needs it. And she kept seeing me go out on first dates and coming home with nothing to show for it. At first, she started to tease me but one night she invited me in for tea. I don’t know if she put something in it, but about 20 minutes later, I was sitting on the couch with a raging hard on. I was so embarrassed. She’s got crucifixes on the wall and all that. I tried putting my cup down and letting my arms lay in lap. But the thought of her seeing it made me even harder. She told me I might not be sealing the deal with these young women because I’m too nice. I said you’re probably right. She noticed I was being weird and she asked if I was okay. I said yes. Afraid to tell her the reason. She got up and sat next to me. She put her hand on my shoulder. And I could hardly look her in the eye without m
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
His fingertip glistened in the light from the TV. He stared at it, rubbing my wetness between his fingers for a moment, my pussy clenching with horniness and nervousness and embarrassment. I had been *so close* to cumming just before he walked in… “Wait…is this…?” His cheeks went bright red as he realised what the slick liquid between his fingers was. “Oh fuck…oh my god…I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have…I wasn’t looking, I just–” “It’s okay,” I said, my own embarrassment rising. “It’s my fault! I shouldn’t have been…you know…” “No!” he said quickly.. “It's your apartment too! You can do…*that*…anywhere you like!” “Really?” I asked. The TV menu idled, soft music looping. The controller was somewhere on the floor behind the coffee table, and the damp patch of my cum was still gleaming in the glow. I felt another rush of embarrassment and excitement as slutty thoughts entered my mind. “Because actualy…you…sort of…interrupted me…” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Oh.” “Yeah,” I said, heat crawling
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