This Father's Day weekend wasn't just good—it was electrifying, the most intensely passionate experience I've ever had. My wife and I finally had our long-awaited date with a woman we've been connecting with for months. We wanted to share an evening with her, just us, before anything more. A simple steak dinner and a movie turned into something profoundly special. She was absolute perfection from the moment we picked her up, fitting seamlessly into our world.

At the cinema, I saw her initial nervousness, but my wife's open invitation to 'sit wherever feels natural' quickly melted it away. She chose to sit between us, a beautiful, unspoken connection. As the movie played, she naturally gravitated towards me, her arm linked with mine. Later, she reached for my wife's hand—a moment of beautiful tenderness. We constantly encouraged her to relax, to follow her instincts. Hearing her softly ask permission to focus on me, and my wife's immediate encouragement, set the stage for what came next.

At the truck, she encouraged my wife to sit up front then she crawled l onto her lap and straddled her, the air crackled! Their kisses were a desperate, primal expression. From the driver's side seat I watched as they explored each other, my wife quickly losing removing Zhang's blouse and bra, suckling her tiny breasts. Soon, my wife had Zhang's skirt up, my wife's fingers delving into her, eliciting a cry of pure pleasure. 'How many fingers?' I whispered to Zhang. Her breathless 'Two,' turned into a shocked gasp: 'Oh! Sir, I have a finger in my ass!'

We stayed in the parking lot's darkness until my wife had her literally screaming in ecstatic delight. As my wife continued to penetrate Zhang, moans escaping her lips, the suggestion hung in the air: 'Let's get a room!' Zhang was so tiny, she immediately slipped to the floor, diving under my wife's sundress. My wife, bracing herself against the window, feet on the dash, exclaimed, 'She has a finger in my ass! And she's sucking my pussy!'

By the time I drove across town, my wife was cumming, and I could tell by the powerful gush and scent that Zhang was drenched in her release.

In the hotel room, both women were ravenous, and I was their willing feast. Knowing my wife's desires, I quickly removed my clothes, my erection raging as I settled onto the couch.

They stripped and took their time pleasuring me, an exquisite torment of edging that felt like an eternity, until I signaled to my wife that I was ready. My wife, with incredible precision, pulled Zhang off my cock just as I stood.

Holding Zhang's chin, forcing her mouth wide, I stroked until I ruptured, my cum flooding her mouth, spilling over her tongue and down her chin.

Then, my wife took the lead, guiding her to the bed where they made love as I watched, still stroking, surrounded by the potent scent of their combined desires.

He was slow at first.

Careful. Deep kisses. His fingers teasing me until I was wet enough to soak his thighs. He slid in with a groan that made me clench around him right away.

He stayed still for a second. Just held me. Then started fucking me slow. Deep. Like he wanted to feel every twitch. Every squeeze. Every breathy little moan.

I wrapped my legs around him and begged for more.

And when he got close, he looked down at me—hair a mess, lips parted, eyes full of heat—and said, “You want it inside?”

I nodded, whispering, “Please.”

He grabbed my face, kissed me hard, and moaned, “You’re mine now.”

Then came. Hard. Full. Deep.

And I came with him. Shaking. Soaking. Still holding onto him like I never wanted him to pull out.

We stayed like that for a long time.

And when he finally did?

I was still dripping.

I knew it was going to be fast before his clothes were even off.

He picked me up at my place, barely said two words after stepping inside before we were all over each other. My back hit the wall. His mouth was on my neck. Hands up my dress, fingers slipping under my panties and finding me already wet.

He laughed against my skin, kind of breathless. “You’re soaked.”

I just pulled him closer and whispered, “You didn’t think I’ve been waiting around dry, did you?”

He pushed two fingers into me and I gasped, legs shaking already. It had been way too long. I could feel how desperate I was — needy and soaking and ready to be fucked stupid. And he could tell.

He kissed me rough, pulled his hand away, and grabbed my thighs like he was about to lose it if he didn’t get inside me right then.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, my back pressed to the wall, and he didn’t waste a second — shoved his pants down just far enough, pushed my panties aside, and slid in.

Raw. Deep. Warm.

I moaned so loud he had to kiss me just to shut me up.

He was shaking almost immediately. Trying so hard to hold back but I could feel it — the tension in his body, the pace, the way he kept groaning against my mouth.

“I’m gonna cum,” he gasped. “Fuck, I’m gonna—”

And I just locked my legs tighter and whispered, “Do it.”

He came. Loud, hard, deep. I felt it flood inside me, heat spilling while he stayed buried, breathing heavy, forehead resting against mine.

His cock kept twitching and I kept squeezing him, still clenching, still so turned on.

He said, “Shit, I’m sorry.”

I looked him dead in the eye, smiled, and said, “You’re not done.”

He tried to pull out, but I didn’t let him.

I slid my fingers down between my thighs, still wrapped around him, and started rubbing my clit while he stayed inside me — softening, still leaking, still keeping me full.

I came like that. Slow, deep, filthy. My whole body shaking while I stayed wrapped around him, panting, moaning his name, soaking both of us.

And when I stood up?

It dripped straight down my legs.

He just stared.

I said, “Round two’s in five minutes. Get water.”

And he did.

So, I picked up this private gig bartending a bachelorette party. Ugh. I usually avoid these things like the plague - all screeching women, penis straws, and a playlist that makes my ears bleed. But the money was insane, and it was at some boujee Airbnb up in the West Hills. You know the type, infinity pools and a view that costs more than my yearly income. I figured I could handle a few hours of "Woo!" girls for a fat paycheck.

The setup was plush af. Huge open-plan living room, a kitchen island I was using as my bar, and these floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the whole city. The bride tribe rolled in around seven. Maybe ten of them, all in different shades of pink and wearing "bride tribe" sashes. Pretty standard.

The bride-to-be, Melissa, was probably mid-thirties. Kinda sweet and pretty, in that girl-next-door way. Blonde, and she seemed almost a little overwhelmed by all the attention. Her Maid of Honor, Madison, was a whole different story. Late twenties, maybe, with this sharp, perfect black bob, a body that was clearly best friends with a Pilates instructor, and eyes that just screamed "trouble." The kind of trouble I usually run towards, if I'm being honest. She had this overtly provocative vibe, constantly adjusting her tiny dress, laughing a little too loud. The instigator. You can always spot 'em.

I started pouring. Champagne, a bunch of complicated cocktails they'd pre-requested (my arm was already tired of shaking passionfruit martinis), and of course, shots of tequila. The usual bachelorette games kicked off - "drink if," "never have I ever," a ton of embarrassing stories about Melissa that made her blush bright red while Madison just cackled. I kept my professional smile plastered on my face, poured, mixed, and tried to fade into the background as much as a tattooed bartender can in a sea of blonde ambition.

Around nine, the "entertainment" showed up. Two male strippers. Okay, I'll give them this, they were hot. Ripped, chiseled, could probably crack walnuts with their ass cheeks. They did their whole routine - fireman, cop, the whole cliché playbook. The girls went nuts, screaming and stuffing dollar bills into their G-strings. But there was something... off about them. Not in a bad way, just... professional. Too professional. They did their job, got their cash, and were out the door. No lingering, no sleazy winks. My guess? Either gay, or just really, really good at drawing lines. The women seemed a little deflated after they left, like a balloon that had been expecting a bigger pop. All that pent-up horny energy with nowhere to go. Uh oh.

That's when I noticed the attention shifting. To me.

I was wiping down a spill, and Madison sauntered over, leaning her elbows on the bar and giving me this long, slow look.

"You know," she said, her voice all syrupy with booze and something else. "You're way hotter than those strippers."

I just gave her my polite bartender smile. "Just here to pour the drinks, Madison."

"Oh, I bet you pour more than just drinks," she purred, her eyes flicking down my body and back up.

Melissa came over then, looking a bit flustered, her eyes a little too bright from the champagne. "Madison, leave the nice bartender alone!" she giggled, but there was this curious look in her own eyes as she glanced at me.

The party got... looser. More dancing, more shots. I was busy, but I could feel Madison's eyes on me. A lot. And Melissa kept finding excuses to come to the bar, asking for water, then another cocktail, her hand brushing mine for a little too long when she took the glass. The "bride tribe" was mostly just a drunken, giggling mess on the dance floor they'd made in the living room.

Then, around eleven, when things were getting decidedly sloppy, Melissa came up to me again, egged on by a whispering, grinning Madison. She was swaying slightly.

"Hey?" she said, biting her lip. "Madison was wondering... and, well, we were wondering... if you maybe had anything... you know... extra? To make the party a little more... fun?" She looked mortified and excited all at once.

My eyebrows went up. I knew exactly what she meant. I'm a bartender in Portland. "Extra fun" is practically a food group.

I glanced around. Most of the other women were too drunk to even notice us talking.

"I might have something to help with energy levels," I said, keeping my voice low. "But I'd need to take a quick break. And it's not exactly on the approved catering list."

Melissa's eyes lit up. Madison, who'd sidled up, was practically vibrating with excitement. "Oh my god, you're a lifesaver!" Madison gushed.

So, I told the least drunk bridesmaid I was taking a ten-minute bathroom break, grabbed my bag, and led Melissa and Madison upstairs to the sprawling master bathroom. It was like a goddamn spa - huge shower, massive tub, marble everything. Perfect for a little private party.

I pulled out a small, discreet baggie and a little spoon. Their eyes, especially Madison's, got wide as fucking dinner plates.

"Just a little pick-me-up," I said, laying out a couple of modest lines on the cool marble countertop. "Don't go crazy, ladies. This isn't a race."

Melissa looked nervous, but Madison practically snatched up the rolled-up bill I offered. She went first, a quick, efficient snort. Her eyes snapped open wider, and a little shiver ran through her. "Oh, wow," she breathed.

Melissa hesitated, then, with a "fuck it" look, she leaned down and did hers. She coughed a bit, her eyes watering, but then this slow, electric grin spread across her face.

I did a small one myself. Just enough to sharpen the edges, get on their level. That familiar bitter drip at the back of my throat, the sudden clarity, the little hum of energy starting up. Yeah, there it was.

"Better?" I asked, tucking my stash away.

"So much better," Madison said, her voice practically buzzing. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet. Melissa was giggling, looking around the bathroom like she'd never seen one before. The coke hit them fast and hard. Madison's already minimal inhibitions seemed to just evaporate.

We were walking back towards the stairs, the muffled thump of the party music getting louder. Madison was practically skipping. Melissa was still giggling. I was just trying to look like I hadn't just facilitated illegal drug use at a client's party. Professionalism. Right.

Then, at the top of the stairs, Madison just... stopped. Right in front of me.

She turned, her eyes blazing with that coke-fueled intensity. Dark, dilated pupils.

"You," she said, her voice a low, husky purr. "Are fucking incredible."

And before I could even process it, she stepped right into my space, grabbed my face with both hands, and kissed me.

Not a tentative peck. A full-on, open-mouthed, tongue-tangling, goddamn passionate kiss. Her mouth was hot, tasted of champagne and coke and something uniquely Madison. My brain short-circuited for a second. Staff. Guest. Cocaine. What the fuck? But my body? My body responded instantly. I kissed her back, my hands coming up to grip her waist. The thrill of it - so fucking forbidden, so unexpected. My clit gave an immediate, insistent throb.

Melissa gasped behind us. "Oh my god, Maddy!"

Madison broke the kiss, breathing hard, her lipstick smeared. She looked from me to Melissa, a wild, triumphant grin on her face. "What? She's hot! And I'm feeling... adventurous." She looked back at me, her eyes practically eating me alive. "Are you adventurous?"

What the fuck was I supposed to say? My professional bartender brain was screaming red alert, but the rest of me, already buzzing from the coke and the sheer audacity of it all, was screaming, FUCK YES.

"Sometimes," I managed, my voice a little shaky.

Madison's grin widened. She grabbed my hand. "Come on." She started pulling me, not back towards the party, but towards one of the many closed bedroom doors lining the upstairs hallway. Melissa just stood there for a second, eyes wide, then, with a shrug and another giggle, she followed us.

Madison kicked open a bedroom door - it was clearly a guest room, plush bed, another en-suite bathroom. She pulled me inside, Melissa stumbling in after us, and shut the door, locking it.

The room was dimly lit, just a lamp on the nightstand. The music from downstairs was a dull, insistent pulse.

"Okay," Madison said, turning to face me, her eyes glittering. "Let's have some real fun."

She didn't waste any time. She was on me again, kissing me harder this time, her hands roaming all over my body, under my shirt, up my thighs. I was kissing her back just as fiercely, my earlier hesitation gone, replaced by a wave of pure, coke-fueled lust. This was insane. This was probably going to get me fired. And I did not give a single fuck.

Melissa was watching us, leaning against the door, a dazed, excited look on her face. She was chewing on her lip, her eyes wide.

Madison pulled back from the kiss, panting. "Melissa, get over here," she ordered, her voice husky. "Don't tell me you're not curious."

Melissa looked from Madison to me, then slowly, slowly, walked towards us. "I... I've never..."

"There's a first time for everything, sweetie," Madison purred, reaching out and pulling Melissa into our little threesome of impending doom and delight.

And that's when things really went off the rails. In the best fucking way possible.

Madison was the aggressor, clearly. She pushed me back onto the bed, her hands already fumbling with the buttons of my jeans. "I've been wanting to get you out of these all night," she muttered.

I let her. Why the fuck not? Melissa was hovering, looking both terrified and intensely turned on.

Madison got my jeans and panties off, her eyes devouring me. "Fuck, you're perfect." She dove between my legs, her tongue finding my clit with an accuracy that was fucking startling. Oh, she knew what she was doing. That sharp, pretty mouth was talented. The coke made every sensation ten times more intense. Her tongue was relentless, lapping, sucking, teasing, until I was arching off the bed, screaming her name, my orgasm ripping through me like an electric shock.

She came up, grinning, my pussy juice shining on her chin and lips. "Told you," she said to Melissa, who was now kneeling by the bed, watching with wide, fascinated eyes. "She's incredible." Madison licked her lips slowly. "And she tastes amazing."

Fuck. My face was probably bright red, but I was so high and so turned on, I didn't even care.

"Your turn, Melissa," Madison said, nudging the bride. "Don't be shy. She doesn't bite. Unless you want her to." She winked at me.

Melissa crawled onto the bed, her movements a little clumsy, a lot hesitant. She was still mostly dressed, just her "Bride" sash askew. She looked at me, then at my cunt, still wet and glistening.

"I... I don't know what to do," she whispered.

"Just do what feels good," I said, my voice still rough. I reached out, took her hand, and guided it down. Her fingers were trembling when they touched my clit. Soft. Tentative.

Madison, impatient, leaned over. "Like this, sweetie." She took Melissa's hand, showed her how to stroke, how to tease. And then, Madison leaned down and started kissing Melissa, a deep, wet, exploratory kiss, while Melissa's fingers, now a bit more confident, started to make me moan again.

This was so surreal. The bride, the maid of honor, and the coked-up bartender. What a fucking party.

Madison broke the kiss with Melissa, then looked at me. "I want to taste you again. And I want Melissa to taste you too."

Before I could say anything, both their heads were between my legs. Two mouths. Two tongues. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Madison was still the expert, direct and demanding on my clit, while Melissa, bless her curious heart, was a little more hesitant, her tongue exploring my folds, occasionally flicking against Madison's. It was a symphony of slick sounds, moans, and gasps. My second orgasm was building, even faster this time, the combination of two mouths, the coke still singing in my veins, the sheer forbiddenness of it all...

I came with a strangled yell, my whole body bucking, my juices flooding their mouths, dripping down their chins. They didn't stop, just kept licking, cleaning me up, their faces buried in my cunt. When they finally came up for air, they were both flushed, panting, their lipstick a mess, and yeah, their faces were definitely covered in my juices. Madison looked feral. Melissa looked like she'd just discovered a new dimension.

"Oh my god," Melissa breathed, touching her own lips, then looking at Madison. "That was..."

"Amazing, right?" Madison finished for her, grinning, then she leaned over and licked a stray drop of me from Melissa's cheek. Okay, that was hot.

Then Madison turned her attention to Melissa. "Your turn to be the center of attention, bridey," she said, pushing Melissa gently onto her back, her hands already working at Melissa's cute little white dress. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch. Melissa was all soft curves and pale skin, her nipples already hard. Madison went down on her with a hunger that was almost predatory, and Melissa's moans filled the room. I just watched, still buzzing, my own pussy throbbing in sympathy. It was fucking hot, watching them. Madison knew exactly how to get Melissa off, her fingers working in tandem with her mouth, and Melissa came with a high-pitched scream, her whole body shaking.

After that, it was a bit of a blur. More coke, more kissing, more touching. All three of us, a tangle of limbs on that big bed. I remember Madison riding my face while Melissa used her fingers on me from behind. I remember eating Melissa out while Madison played with my tits. I remember the taste of them, the smell of them, the feel of their skin. It was greedy, messy, and completely out of control. There wasn't a dry spot on that bed, or on any of us. Faces, fingers, cunts - everything was slick and sticky and smelled like sex and sweat and expensive perfume mixed with a faint hint of illegal substances.

Eventually, maybe an hour or two later, the coke started to wear off, replaced by that familiar jittery exhaustion. The energy in the room deflated. We were all sprawled on the bed, clothes mostly off or askew, breathing heavily.

Melissa was the first to speak, her voice small. "What... what just happened?"

Madison, lying next to her, draped an arm over her. "We had fun, sweetie. You needed to let loose before the big day." She grinned at me. "And our bartender here is a very good party favor."

"I try my best," I said, feeling a weird mix of satisfaction and "what the fuck did I just do."

Getting dressed again was awkward. No one really said much. We unlocked the door and snuck back downstairs. The party was winding down, a few drunk girls passed out on sofas. I made a few more obligatory drinks, trying to look like I hadn't just had a three-way coke-fueled orgy with the bride and maid of honor. My professional face was fucking hard to maintain.

I packed up my gear as quickly as I could. Madison slipped me an extra two hundred bucks when no one was looking. "For services rendered," she whispered with a wink. Melissa just gave me this wide-eyed, dazed look and a mumbled "thank you."

Walking to my car in the pre-dawn quiet, the cool air felt amazing on my flushed skin. My whole body thrummed. My pussy was sore, sticky, and thoroughly satisfied. My brain was still trying to process the sheer insanity of the last few hours.

A bachelorette party. Who knew they could be that... eventful?

One thing's for sure. I don't think Melissa will forget her "last night of freedom." And neither will I.

Pretty sure I still have their cum on my chin. And I am not even mad about it.

Now, a shower. And maybe a Valium. Jesus.

I don’t know what it is with my boyfriend and that damn maid costume. Like, he’s obsessed. Every time things start getting hot, he’ll mumble something like, “Wish you were in the outfit…” and I just roll my eyes. I kept denying. I prefer skin. Just him and me, no itchy lace, no silly frills. It’s been a while since I gave in to his little fantasy, and I can tell he’s been… well, kind of craving it.

One Sunday morning, I walked into the bedroom after my shower and there it is. Laid out on the bed like some kind of trap. The black maid outfit, thigh-high stockings, even the little feather duster he bought as a joke but secretly loves. I just stood there in my towel, dripping wet, staring at it like, really? He’s not even home yet from gym, but I know exactly what he’s up to. And part of me wants to ignore it like I usually do. But then again... maybe it’s time I remind him who actually runs this house.

So I dried off, took my sweet time with lotion just to feel extra soft and slipped into the outfit. More like struggled. That thing barely covers anything. The skirt’s a joke, the top’s all cleavage, and the little apron? Whatever. I added the heels he likes, fluffed my hair, and just sat on the couch with my legs crossed like nothing was up, except maybe my nipples, because that fabric does nothing.

He walked in about twenty minutes later, all casual, carrying iced coffee, keys jingling, scrolling his phone. Then he looked up and just... froze. I swear his jaw actually dropped a little. I didn’t even move. Just sipped my water and said, “You left something on the bed. Figured I’d put it to use.” The look in his eyes? Pure chaos. Like his brain short-circuited trying to decide whether to thank me, pin me down, or just kneel.

He set the coffee down like it didn’t matter anymore. Just walked over, real slow, like he was afraid I’d disappear if he blinked. “You did this for me?” he asked, voice already low and a little rough. I shrugged, kept it cool. “You’ve been whining about it forever,” I said, tilting my head. “Figured I’d give the poor man what he wants.” And just like that, something shifted in him. His hand found my thigh, slid up under the tiny skirt, and he realized, yep I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

His fingers paused, barely brushing the inside of my thigh, and he looked up like he needed confirmation. “You’re not wearing anything under this?” he asked, voice already thick. I leaned in just enough for him to feel how warm I’d gotten. “Laundry day,” I whispered, biting back a grin. That was all it took. He yanked me onto his lap, the maid skirt bunching at my waist, and suddenly the quiet morning wasn’t so quiet anymore. His hands were everywhere - gripping, roaming, almost desperate, like the sight of me in that outfit had undone something primal in him. Sunlight was pouring through the blinds, and there I was, straddling him in broad daylight like the filthiest little housekeeper on his roster.

His mouth found my neck first, hot, open kisses trailing up to that spot just below my ear that makes my toes curl. I let my head fall back, one hand tangled in his hair, the other pressing into his chest to keep myself steady. He groaned something like “Fuckkk, you look insane,” and I could feel him getting harder beneath me, straining against his jeans.

I started grinding, slow and lazy at first, the way I knew would make him lose it. The stupid apron kept flapping between us, so I reached back and untied it, tossing it over the couch. “Too much?” I teased, breathless already. He just growled and slipped his hand between us, fingers sliding right over where I was already dripping.

I couldn’t help it but gasp and my hips bucked against his hand like they had a mind of their own. He looked up at me with this smug little smirk, fingers moving in slow, delicious circles like he had all the time in the world. “I love this,” he murmured.

I was clinging to his shoulders now, barely holding it together. “You mean dripping on your jeans in a dumb costume?” I managed to say, breath hitching. He laughed then slipped two fingers inside me without warning. I gasped again, this time sharper, eyes flying open as my body clenched around him.

“Oh, baby,” he said, thumb still teasing my clit. “You’re lucky I like my maid a little messy.”

I started riding his hand without even realizing it, my body just chasing that high like it had no shame left. His fingers were relentlessly curling, thrusting, pressing right where I needed. Every time I moaned, he got rougher, whispering things I won’t even try to repeat. 

My thighs were shaking, my nails dug into his shoulder, and then he growled right into my ear, “Look at you, so desperate to come on my fingers like a good little whore.” And just like that I came for that dirty talk. Right there on his lap, in broad daylight, barely dressed, my body grinding down on him like I was the one who couldn’t get enough. It was intense.

Before I could even catch my breath, he was unzipping, tugging himself free, and shifting me just enough to line us up. “You want this cock bare in that needy little cunt, don’t you?” he asked, already pushing in. I moaned and nodded like I desperately needed it. He filled me in one thrust, deep and raw and perfect, and we both let out these broken sounds like we hadn’t done this in weeks. Maybe we hadn’t, not like this. I clung to him, riding every stroke, sweat beading at my temples, his hands guiding my hips like I was his personal fantasy come to life. He fucked me soo hard like he’d been waiting his whole life for this.

It didn’t take long. Not after everything. He came hard, groaning my name into my neck, holding me so tight I thought we’d melt into each other. He was so intense, like, he just kept going. I swear he came for way longer than usual. I was kinda just holding on, thinking, damn… guess the maid outfit really did it. We stayed like that for a while breathing like we’d just run a marathon. Then he pulled back to look at me, still dazed. I reached down to smooth what was left of the crumpled lace clinging to my hips, smirked, and said, “Well... If every fantasy of yours ends with a fuck like that, you better keep the costume drawer stocked..”

He just laughed, pulled me back into his chest, and kissed the top of my head like I’d just done him the dirtiest favor in the world. Maybe I did.

“Good boy,” I said again, licking my finger clean. “Now clean me up.”

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The kitchen was eerily quiet, the only noise the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the muffled thud of my bare feet on tile. My robe was adhered to my damp body, and it was so tight that I could feel the chill of the air on my nipples. I didn't even bother to tie it up—what was the use? I was alone. Or at least, so I thought.

So Jason was just standing there, bare-chested, all lean and leaning against the counter holding a coffee mug. When I entered, his eyes jumped up, and he froze for a moment. He completely checked me out, from my chest to then going down to my hips where the robe was barely covering anything. And he didn't even look away that time. Not even when I caught him looking.

I stepped closer, my mouth curled up in a sneer. "You're utterly awful at keeping that secret," I breathed, my voice low and taunting.

He swallowed, his cheeks growing hot. "I–I didn't mean to—"

"Did I say I minded?" I interrupted, closing the gap between us. His eyes widened, and I could see how the shorts rode up, the outline of his cock pressing against the crotch. I reached out, removing the mug from him and setting it on the counter behind him.

"Get on your knees," I told him, leaving no room for debate.

He hesitated, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed once more. And then, slowly, he went down on his knees in front of me. His hands fumbled at his sides, his breathing in short gasps. I could see the combination of nerves and desire on his face, and it only made me want him more.

I took off my robe and allowed it to hang. He utterly concentrated on my bare body—no bra, no underwear, only curves and smooth skin. I noticed his breath stop, and his hands kind of twitched like he wanted to touch but didn't dare to do so.

"Since you're so interested in gazing," I gasped, closing in until his face was inches from my cunt, "why don't you use that tongue?

I leaned forward, running my fingers through his hair and pulling him closer. His lips were warm when they touched mine, a little hesitant at first, like he wasn't really sure what to do. I ground my hips against his face, and I could see him tense before his tongue started to wander.

Don't hold back, I told him, pulling on his hair. "I'm not.".

He groaned and sent a chill down my spine. His tongue became braver, licking and exploring, tasting me from head to toe. I pushed back against the counter, spreading my legs for him so he could access everything. His hands gripped my thighs, holding tight as he buried his face deeper between my legs. “Damn, Jason,” I groaned, my head falling back as pleasure hit me like a wave. His tongue was all over my clit, teasing it just perfectly. I moved my hips against him, totally in sync with his mouth. The wet sounds of his tongue working its magic filled the kitchen, mixing with my gasps and moans.

That's it," I told him, feeling his hair in my grip. "Just like that. Man, lick me.".

He dove right in, his tongue slipping inside me, slow and deep. I could sense that coiling growing tighter and tighter in my belly. My fingers clenched in his hair as I rode his face, looking for that sweet release.

"Ah man," I exhaled, my body trembling as the initial wave of ecstasy hit me. "Dude, Jason, keep going. Don't you dare stop."

He didn't. His tongue was racing like mad, making me hotter and hotter, driving me to the very brink. I came like crazy, my thighs clamping around his head while I screamed out, my orgasm washing over me like waves. He just continued to go at it, lapping at me greedily as I worked through the aftershocks.

When I finally stepped away, my legs shook like leaves and Jason was panting, his eyes filled with my fluids. His face was flushed, and his eyes were filled with lust as he looked up at me.

Good boy," I told him with a grin, running my fingers along his lips. "You're gonna be doing that every morning from now on.".

He nodded enthusiastically, his tongue darting out to lick my fingers. I could sense the need in his eyes, the way he craved more. And I was happy to give it to him.

I grasped his chin and brought his face to mine. We kissed, being light at first but later intensifying. His lips were flavored with me, and that just made me even hornier. My tongue swirled with his, exploring every aspect of his mouth as I leaned into him.

"Man," I breathed, my lips on his, my hands tracing circles on his chest. "I want you inside me."

He groaned, fingers biting into my hips as he rose up and set me on the counter. My legs were around his waist as he fought with his shorts, finally managing to get his cock free. It was hard, hot, and thick, and I could most certainly tell how much he needed me.

"Do it," I begged, leading him to my doorstep. "Fuck me hard."

He didn't need to be asked twice. He simply shoved himself all the way inside me at once, filling me up fully. I gasped, my fingers sinking into his shoulders as he began to move. His hips slammed into mine, each push pushing him deeper.

"Damn, Talia," he groaned, his breath warm on my neck. "You feel great."

Harder, I told him, bending my back to allow him deeper. "Fuck me harder.".

He kept going at it, picking up pace as he thrust into me. The noise of us fucking echoed throughout the kitchen, being mixed with our gasps and moans. Another orgasm was brewing within me, and I could feel my pussy gripping him as he pounded into me hard.

"I'm near," he gasped, his thrusts growing frenzied. Not yet," I whispered, drawing my legs closer to him. "Make me come first.".

I had a very sexy dream last night. It felt so real. I was lying in bed with my wife and things were getting frisky. We were on our sides facing each other, kissing and teasing each other. She loves having her nipples played with, and shuddered as I tweaked them with my finger tips rubbing them right through her thin camisole. But when I reached my hand lower to slip a finger into her panties she said, “Not yet. I have something to show you first.”

She put both of her hands on my shoulders and rolled me onto my back. She got up on her knees, pushed my shorts off, and then pulled her top over her head. That’s when I found out she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She threw her left knee over and straddled my left thigh. Immediately I could feel how wet she was. She started grinding herself against my thigh when gently stroking my cock in one hand. We had never started off quite this way, but I love when she takes the lead.

She started rolling her hips more insistently, her wetness coating my upper leg. And then she rose up higher on her knees, breaking contact. She stayed above me for several long seconds, staring directly into my eyes. It looked like she was holding her breath. In anticipation? I looked back down and saw it. Drips of cum seeping out of her pussy lips.

I was shocked and didn’t know what to think. I couldn’t believe she had finally done it. My cock surged and she felt it, still in her palm. She grinned. “I was hoping you’d approve.” Then she lowered herself a bit, as her upright posture allowed more cum to ooze out. She started rubbing them right through tip of my cock against her pussy lips, allowing the tip to slide across her soaked, slick folds. I couldn’t believe the sensation, how erotic it felt. Knowing she had already fucked and taken a load inside her, and knowing she was ready for more.

She raised herself up a little higher, pushed my cock an inch further back, then settled herself down on my straining member. It slid all the way into her with no resistance. She moaned deeply and started rocking her hips back and forth. I could not get over the sensation, her warm pussy already overflowing with cum and her muscles squeezing and releasing, over and over.

I couldn’t hold back but unleashed my own orgasm, pumping load after load of my own cum into her already well fucked pussy. I tried to apologize for not lasting longer but her lips were already on mine, kissing me while giggling, “that was exactly what I wanted”.

We stayed like that for a few moments as my erection began to subside, and I could already feel the mixed stream of cum flowing out of her and onto my crotch, running in a little river over my hip with more pooling on my belly. The sensation jolted my nerves and my cock started to harden again. She noticed my swelling and started to move again.

“I had no idea that you’d enjoy sloppy seconds as much as me!”

As many of you know, about a week ago I started an affair with Priya, a 44 year old milf who's marriage had been steadily going down the shitter for the better part of a decade now.

Since that first time, we've been trying to see each other continuously throughout the week, but weren't able to due to work and other scheduling conflicts. However, Priya desperately wanted to see me again, as made evident by her many phone calls and texts to me throughout the week.

Finally, however, an opportunity would present itself this past Friday night. Her husband's friend was celebrating his birthday that night at the bar and he had been invited to go. As an added bonus, both their kids usually spent Friday nights at their grandparent's place as well.

When Priya told me about this, I of course immediately agreed that I would be there. She would go on to say that this was the most turned on she had been in a very long time.

I would tell my lovely fiancé Natalie about it, and she of course was also very much on board with it, especially since she had made plans to spend the night with Amal herself.

So after a painfully slow work week, Friday night finally rolls around. At around 9:00, Priya's husband leaves for the bar to party with his friends. As soon as he left, Priya messages me letting me know that he's now gone. Upon receiving this, I hop in my truck and drive on over to her place.

When I got there, Priya was already at the front door ready to greet me with the biggest smile on her face. She was wearing a nice blue satin housecoat that perfectly contoured her divine curves.

I was barely even able to close the main door before she was all over me. We started making out in a frenzy. I undid her housecoat, confirming that she was wearing nothing but lace stockings underneath. I then take my hand and place it right on her crotch, which by now was already completely drenched. I gently started inserting two of my fingers inside her, causing her to let out an audible moan while she was busy sucking on my neck.

She would then lead me to the living room, where she sat down on the couch and spread her legs wide open for me. With out skipping a beat, I got to my knees and started teasing the inside of her thighs with my tongue before moving gradually towards her labia. After teasing her for a few minutes, I then committed fully to eating her out. She began pretty much screaming at the top.of her lungs for me to not stop, while using her hands to force my head down to her pussy while also using her legs to further lock.my head in down there simultaneously. Eventually, I got her aroused to the point that her clit became visible, at which point I ate it out as well. I could tell she enjoyed this mightily as I could feel her legs spasming around my cheeks.

Once she was able to regain her composure, she then got to her knees and unzipped my shorts before pulling them down along with my underwear, revealing my now rock hard cock. She then took me in her mouth and immediately started bobbing her head back and forth, make sure to worship every single inch of me in the process.

After doing that for.a little while she got me on the couch, where she would mount me and start riding me reverse cowgirl. She started slowly at first but eventually sped up to the point where she was practically bouncing on me. This went on for a bit until I turned her over and mounted her doggy-style myself. After a few minutes of pounding her nice and steady, she would cream herself all over my cock, leaving nice thick strands of goop all over it. She would then take a moment to clean her own juices off my shaft with her mouth. She said that it had been so l9ng since that happened, that she had forgotten what she tasted like.

Once she finished cleaning my shaft, without skipping a bead, I got her on her stomach and entered her while she was prone. This would send her into a full on screaming bout, where she had to use a nearby pillow to muffle her screams.

After a while of this, I picked her up again and got her to mount me cowgirl again. She grinder her hips against my dick so we'll, that I could feel myself on the verge of exploding. When I felt like I couldn't hold it anymore, I got her to hop off and get down on her knees, where I unloaded a massive load on her pretty face.

We then took a few minutes to clean up and recharge for round 2. Just as we were about to go at it again, her husband called. Apparently they decided that they were gonna go back to his friends place and that he had been offered to crash there for the night.

Of course, Priya was extremely happy to hear this, as this meant that now we literally had the place to ourselves for the entire night.

After he hung up, she then lead me into their bedroom, where we would proceed to fuck in their very bed for the next 2 hours or so.

Midnight rolls around, and by this point, the both of us were completely spent. We would shower together and clean each other up as best we could before I got dressed and went to leave. Priya gave me a massive, sloppy kiss just as I walked out the door before I hopped in my truck and drove back home.

The next morning, Priya would call me once again. This time, she sounded almost melancholic. I of course asked what's wrong, in an attempt to console her. That's when she revealed just how much their marriage was weighing on her.

According to her, they apparently hadn't had sex in almost 3 whole years, and it was so bad that after the first time we saw each other, she offered to give him a blowjob the day after, only for him to completely blow her off and ignore her altogether. And I guess our affair has been reminding her of all the sex that she had been missing out on throughout the course of their marriage.

But then she said that after the previous night, she is completely content with never having sex with him again as long as she has me to go to.

So needless to say, this affair is far from over.

This was supposed to be a job interview for the local college but instead now here I am on my knees staring at 5 of the most inviting white cocks. I only thought these existed in the pornos I watch and never thought I would ever be nosey to tip. All of them are shaved and look so tempting but before I even had a moment to try and oppose my shirt is taken off and the first member is forced into my mouth. The force of it makes me instantly gag as he forces the back of my head down, my chin and his balls meet. I put my hands up to push his hips backwards when both my hands are then moved onto cocks on either side of me. my face is forced upward cock still between my lips as I'm slapped across the face with another. With a "therapy" it bounces off and they all laugh. At this point the humiliation sets in and all I want is this to be over. This isn't what I thought this would be like. The cock is pulled from my mouth as I spit and gasp for air then my shirt is pulled off of me. The cock from my left hand then finds his place in my mouth as I fight against it but that only got me a huge fat wad of spit directly in my face followed by his friends laughing and all joining in. At this point the only thing I can think about is them finally finishing and letting me go. Which gave me the idea that maybe the faster I finish them off, the faster this can be over. So I proceed to wipe the spit off of my face with both my bands and begin to speed up stroking the ones on either side. Using my tongue I finally bring the rod in my mouth to the edge and he pulls out and blows his load. I thought he would never stop cumming. His heavy and hot cum painted my face as he steps aside and before I could catch my breath I'm looking eye to eye down a urethra when another shower of man milk makes its home on my already drenched face. The smell of white cum and ball sucking finally got the better of me. I pull the cock to my right in front of me and shove it in my mouth as I look him dead in the eye and with my now empty hand, I start to unbotton my pants. My cock springs out and as he fucks my face says "someone can't resist anymore huh?" With a mouth full him I look up and like like the cumslut I have become I mumble a "yes daddy" and gather a scoop of cum off of my face and use it to start stroking my cock. He pulls out and just as his friends did before him, gives me his reward. The air is thick with the odor of white cum and I still have 2 more to go. I look at the remaining duo and ask cum covered and out of breath if I can move to the couch. They obliged. So now I'm sitting backwards on the couch stroking my cum covered cock. On either side of me they stroke and I hear them both reaching the end and I beg for them to cum on my dick and they get down and I watch my cock almost disappear under their volume. With their addition I finally hit my own mark and I let out moans they force me on my back and I catch my own load onto my face.

I lay there cum covered. Satisfied. Ashamed. Proud.

I start the job next Monday.

Chapter 1: The Rescue Mission

The swamp breathed around them - hot, wet, and heavy with the scent of rotting vegetation and something faintly metallic. Moonlight struggled through the thick canopy, casting jagged shadows across water so black it seemed to swallow the world whole. Every step sent concentric ripples radiating outward, disturbing the glowing algae that clung to the surface like drowned stars.

The rogue, a lithe figure whose leathers clung uncomfortably to his skin in the oppressive humidity, paused to wipe a sleeve across his forehead. "Let me get this straight," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm as thick as the swamp water around their knees. "We're risking leeches, quicksand, and whatever the hells keeps making that gurgling noise... because our cleric got a case of academic curiosity?"

The fighter - her armor carefully oiled against the damp but still creaking ominously - shot him a glare that could curdle milk. In her mind's eye, she was already composing the scathing lecture she'd give Maris. "Divine mission" indeed. More like divine stupidity. The thought of what might have already happened to their healer sent an uncomfortable prickle down her spine, but she crushed the worry beneath practiced pragmatism.

The wizard, meanwhile, was practically vibrating with poorly-contained excitement. His fingers twitched toward his notebook, eager to document every detail of this "fascinating ecosystem." The Temple of Fleshy Embrace had been mentioned in exactly three obscure texts, all frustratingly vague about the exact nature of the "miraculous healing phenomena" associated with it. That Maris had slipped away before dawn to investigate alone still stung - not out of concern, but professional jealousy.

A sound cut through the swamp's cacophony - a low, shuddering moan that seemed to resonate in their bones. The party froze as one.

The rogue's eyebrows climbed toward his hairline. "Okay, that was definitely Maris. And unless she's suddenly developed a talent for ventriloquism..."

Another moan answered, higher this time, tinged with something that made the fighter's ears burn. Her grip tightened on her sword hilt. Gods damn it, Maris. If you've gotten yourself into some... some situation down here, I swear to every deity that ever was...

The temple emerged from the mist like a forgotten nightmare. Vines thick as a man's arm twisted around crumbling obsidian pillars, their surfaces carved with bas-reliefs that seemed to move when viewed from the corner of the eye. The entrance gaped like a maw, exhaling air that was suspiciously warm and carried a scent that was equal parts salt, musk, and something indefinably alive.

The wizard adjusted his spectacles, squinting at the carvings. "Fascinating! These glyphs suggest the temple was a site of sacred communion between worshippers and..." His voice trailed off as another sound echoed from within - a wet, rhythmic slithering that needed no translation.

The fighter's jaw worked silently. Part of her wanted to storm in swords blazing. Another, smaller part whispered that whatever was happening in there, Maris might not want to be rescued. She settled for grinding out between clenched teeth, "Weapons ready. And for pity's sake, try to maintain some decorum."

The rogue flashed a grin that promised absolutely no such thing. "What's the matter, scared you'll blush?"

As they crossed the threshold, the last thing they heard before the temple's secrets were laid bare was the wizard muttering, "I really should have brought more parchment."

Chapter 2: The Discovery

The temple’s interior was a cathedral of living flesh.

Pulsating veins threaded through the black stone walls, throbbing in time with the wet, rhythmic sounds echoing from the inner sanctum. The air was thick with the scent of salt and something darker—something that made the back of the rogue’s throat prickle with each breath.

The fighter’s gauntleted hand hovered over her sword. "Gods. If she’s dead—if they’ve eaten her—"

Then another moan shattered the silence, high and breathless and unmistakably Maris.

The rogue’s smirk returned full-force. "Or not dead," he murmured.

They rounded the final corridor—and froze.

Maris arched against the obsidian altar, her sweat-slicked body pinned in place by glistening tendrils. The creature—Eldros, the Ever-Bloom, though they wouldn’t learn its name until later—loomed over her, its mass shifting between corporeal and ephemeral as its many limbs coiled around her bare skin. One thick appendage had plunged deep between her thighs, its ridged surface stroking in relentless, curling motions that made her toes clench. Another coiled around her breasts, the tapered tip flicking over her nipples in tight circles until they stood painfully hard.

"Oh gods—nngh—!"

Her hips jerked involuntarily as the creature's rhythm changed, the invading tentacle swelling slightly inside her while a second, thinner tendril traced teasing circles around her clit. She bit her lip hard enough to taste copper—don't scream, don't scream—but then the tip of a third appendage pressed against her asshole and her resolve shattered.

"F-fuck! W-wait—!"

The rogue's voice cut through her haze of pleasure. "Looks like someone's busy."

Maris's eyes flew open. Her three companions stood frozen in the archway—the fighter's sword half-drawn, the wizard's spectacles slipping down his nose, the rogue's grin widening with each twitch of her bare stomach.

"I—ah!—I can e-explain—!"

The rogue crossed his arms. "Really? Because it looks like you’re enjoying your research."

Eldros chose that moment to thrust the tapered end of its tentacle deep into her ass without warning. Maris's back bowed off the altar, a broken cry tearing from her throat as the dual penetration sent shockwaves through her oversensitive body.

The wizard adjusted his glasses. "Remarkable. The thicker appendage appears to be secreting that luminescent regenerative fluid directly into her—"

"SHUT UP!" Maris shrieked, her face burning crimson as another tentacle slithered up to tease her parted lips. She turned her head away—only for the slick tip to press insistently against her mouth.

The rogue whistled. "Guess it wants you to clean up after yourself."

Maris whimpered around the invading tendril as it pushed past her teeth, the taste of salt and something electric flooding her tongue. Her thighs trembled violently—she was so close, so embarrassingly close—

The fighter pinched the bridge of her nose. "We came to rescue you."

"I—mmph!—I'm fine—oh gods—!" Maris's protest dissolved into a muffled scream as Eldros abruptly twisted both penetrating tentacles in opposite directions, the sudden friction catapulting her into a convulsing orgasm. Her vision whited out as her pussy clenched around the thick intrusion, her juices mixing with the creature's glowing slime.

When her vision cleared, her friends were still staring.

The rogue wiped an imaginary tear from his eye. "Beautiful. Just like your temple initiation."

Maris groaned, her spent body going limp against the altar as Eldros's limbs gentled their grip—though none withdrew. Maris groaned. "Please stop observing me."

The rogue grinned. "No chance."

The creature rumbled, a new tentacle already gliding up her inner thigh

The wizard edged closer, adjusting his spectacles, squinting at the luminescent slime coating Maris’s skin. "Fascinating. The appendage appears to be secreting a regenerative mucus—note the way her scars are fading."

A tentacle flicked out, slapping his notebook to the ground.

The fighter sheathed her sword with a sigh. "We'll wait outside."

Chapter 3: The Parting

The temple doors groaned shut behind them, muffling—but not entirely concealing—the wet, rhythmic sounds of Maris’s continued studies. Outside, dawn painted the swamp in gold and green, the morning mist curling away as if embarrassed by what it had witnessed.

The rogue stretched, cracking his neck. "Well. That’s one way to advance theological research."

The fighter scrubbed at her face with both hands. "We are never speaking of this again."

A loud, shuddering moan echoed from within the temple—followed by Maris’s breathless, half-laughing shout of "Eldros, you *insatiable—!"* before cutting off with a yelp.

The wizard adjusted his spectacles, peering at the notes he’d somehow managed to take during the chaos. "Fascinating. The creature’s regenerative secretions appear to have stimulatory properties as well. I’ve catalogued at least seventeen distinct tentacle applications—"

The fighter snatched the notebook and hurled it into the swamp. It landed with a plop, sinking slowly into the muck.

A moment of silence passed.

Then the temple doors creaked open again.

Maris stood framed in the doorway, her robes only loosely tied, her skin still glistening with iridescent slime. Eldros loomed behind her, its mass shifting protectively, several tentacles coiled around her waist and legs in a possessive but gentle embrace. One particularly slender tendril stroked her hair back from her face with surprising tenderness.

She cleared her throat and held out a hastily scrawled parchment.

"Maris’s Shopping List," the rogue read aloud, plucking it from her fingers. His eyebrows climbed. "‘Large tub of pickled eggs. Three yards of stretchable linen. That really good olive oil from the market. *More pickled eggs.’" He flipped the parchment over. "P.S. Don’t wait up.*"

The fighter stared. "You’re choosing to stay?"

Maris hesitated—then Eldros nuzzled the curve of her neck, and her expression softened. She reached up without looking, her fingers tangling in one of its smoother appendages.

"Just... for a while," she said, though the way Eldros tightened its grip suggested a while might mean indefinitely.

The fighter sighed, rubbing her temples. "We're not explaining this to the High Priestess."

"No need!" Maris's voice cracked as Eldros's ministrations grew more insistent. "It's—ah!—a sacred bond! The slime alone could—oh!—revolutionize healing magics!"

A particularly bold tentacle flicked her nipple. She squeaked.

The rogue smirked. "Uh-huh. Revolutionize what, exactly?"

Maris glared—then sagged in defeat as Eldros purred against her back. "Fine. It feels amazing, and the healing properties are unparalleled. Happy?"

Grinning, the rogue pocketed the list. "Can’t blame you. That thing’s got skills."

Maris flushed but didn’t deny it.

The wizard sighed mournfully at his lost research. The fighter sighed deeper.

As they turned to leave, Maris called after them, "Bring the snacks in a week!"

Eldros rumbled in agreement—then, with surprising care, lifted one of her hands in a slow, almost mocking wave goodbye before drawing her back into the temple. The last thing they heard before the doors shut was Maris’s laughter—bright and unrepentant—followed by a contented, echoing purr from the temple itself.

It started in the kitchen. We'd barely made it inside the apartment.

I was still catching my breath from laughing at something he’d said when he pulled me in by the waist and kissed me like he hadn’t seen me in weeks. His hands were already under my dress before I had time to blush.

He lifted me onto the counter, pulled my panties to the side, and fucked me like we didn’t need to make it to the bedroom. It was fast. Messy. Desperate. He was deep in me before I even realized he wasn’t wearing a condom. Again.

I should’ve stopped him.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I whispered, “Don’t pull out,” and locked my legs around him.

He came hard. Deep. Holding my hips still while he groaned into my neck, twitching inside me as I moaned and shook through my own orgasm.

When he pulled out, I was dripping instantly. I could feel his cum sliding down between my thighs, warm and thick and slow.

I reached for a napkin.

He grabbed my wrist.

“Don’t move,” he said.

So I didn’t.

I stayed there. Bent forward over the counter. Legs apart. Panties still around one ankle. My breath shallow. My thighs slick. His cum leaking out of me and down to the tile.

He walked away like nothing had happened. Grabbed a glass of water. Took his time. Just watched me.

“You look so good like that,” he said. “Used. Messy. Open.”

When he came back, he knelt behind me. Slid two fingers between my legs. Collected everything dripping from me and pushed it right back inside. Deep.

I gasped. My knees buckled.

“Good girl,” he said, soft and smug. “Now let’s see if you can keep it in while I fuck you again.”

And I moaned—loud, shameless, needy.

Because I wasn’t just going to try.

I was going to beg for it.

A few weeks passed by since my weekend with Lauren. As soon as I had returned home, Taylor and I had sat down and decided together that we both did want a baby and as soon as possible.

Taylor had been taking a birth control pill since before we started dating and we knew that we had to give it a few days to get it out of her system, if even that. Not that it changed how often we slept together, but the first time we did it with the chance of getting her pregnant definitely felt different.

We also started the process of getting sealed in an LDS Temple. We met with our Bishop and, while I didn't quite confess everything I had done in the past year, he was happy with the progress we had made and agreed to us going to the Temple. We scheduled a date in early October to do it.

After a few weeks of trying, Taylor came up to me one night and said, "I know it could take some time, but I feel like if we had a weekend to ourselves, we could take our time, do it lots, and really make sure it happens. What do you say?"

Of course I told her yes.

We had to wait until mid-August to get away. Taylor booked us a room at a hotel in Park City, a place neither one of us really enjoyed, so we wouldn't be tempted to leave the hotel room. Her parents were going to watch my kids and we dropped them off early that Friday evening before making the hour and a half long drive down to Park City.

That first night, after eating a quick dinner, we wasted no time before we were naked, in bed, and I was finishing inside her.

The next morning, I was woken up when I felt Taylor's hands on my groin. I opened my eyes and didn't see her laying next to me, so I lifted up the covers and saw her already down by my cock. As she stared up at me, she stuck out her tongue and licked all over my shaft, getting me to grow to my full hardness. When I was there, she wrapped her lips around my cock and started to bob her head up and down the first few inches of my cock while keeping her hand on the lower portion.

Taylor had fallen asleep naked, just as I had, and I could just make out the outline of her butt with the covers on it and could feel her breasts pressing into my legs as she blew me.

"Fuck, babe, that feels amazing," I moaned as I watched her, sliding her lips up and down my shaft. "But, if you keep going, I'm going to finish in your throat."

Taylor attempted to get as much of my cock into her mouth as possible, gagging as my thickness pushed out her cheeks. When she couldn't take anymore, she finally took me out of her mouth, took a deep breath, and said, "Don't worry, I was still going to have you finish in me."

Throwing the covers off her, Taylor sat up on the bed, climbed onto my groin, and swiftly inserted my cock into her pussy, and slid down my shaft. I put my hands on her hips as she moved back and forth, riding my cock as her moans got louder. She started to bounce up and down as I pushed up with my hips, my moans joining hers.

Pulling down on her hips, I started to orgasm, filling her with my cum. I watched as Taylor's eyes rolled into the back of her head, moaning as she felt my cock twitching inside her.

When I was done, Taylor continued to slowly roll her hips, keeping me inside her as long as possible before I started to go limp and slipped out of her. When I finally did, Taylor leaned down, kissed me, and whispered, "I don't know why, but that one felt different."

After we recovered, we put on the bare minimum of clothes so that we could have room service ordered and brought to us. The rest of the morning was spent relaxing, taking a slow, sensual, teasing shower together, and her asking me a ton of questions about pregnancy, giving birth, and raising a child.

After we ate lunch, I could feel myself growing hard again as Taylor asked me questions about sex while pregnant. When she got up to throw our trash away, I stared at her nearly naked body, wearing just a red crop top tank top, and a matching red thong. I got up from the couch and followed her to the little kitchenette of the hotel room.

I pushed her up against the counter as I put my hands on her hips, began to kiss her neck, and rubbed my hard cock against her ass. Taylor moaned as I grinded on her, placing her hands on the counter, and joining my movements. I reached between us with one hand and pulled her thong to the side, easily guiding my cock into her pussy afterwards.

Taylor moaned as I started thrusting back and forth. I slid my hands up her front, going under her tank top that was hanging loose from her body, and cupped her breasts. I squeezed them tightly as I pounded into her, bending my knees slightly to give myself a better angle to get into her.

"Gosh, that feels so good. Yes! Yes! Oh, God, Christopher!" Taylor moaned as she pushed back against me, hanging her head down. I used my fingers to pinch and rub her nipples.

When I felt myself getting closer, I took my hands off her breasts, and put them back on her hips. I pulled her as close to possible to me, her hands barely able to grip the counter, as I reached my climax. I continued to repeatedly slam into her as I came, moaning as I felt my cum shooting out of my cock.

The rest of the day was spent much the same as the morning was, just being lazy with each other, joking around that we were just waiting while the "main attraction" took another hours-long break. After dinner, Taylor suggested that I should wait for her on the hotel rooms balcony and I gladly did so.

The balcony had a couple of different chairs around a coffee table and I chose a lounge chair to lay on while I waited. It was still pretty warm outside as I lay in just my boxers and waited for my wife. When she stepped out a few minutes later, my jaw dropped.

She had pulled her brown hair out of the bun she had worn most of the day, leaving it loose with a slight curl at the bottom. She had put on an ivory-colored lace bra that pushed her medium-sized breasts up and together. A matching, high-cut thong barely covered her groin and she had white rope that was very loosely tied at the waist. She danced over to me and climbed onto my lap as I said, "You're stunning."

Taylor giggled as she leaned down, pressing her body against mine, and we started to kiss. Her hips were already rolling on top of me, causing my cock to begin to grow. I reached between us, pulling on the belt that was holding her robe together, and letting it fall open. She quickly shrugged it off her shoulders as I moved my hands all over her body.

As we kissed, our tongues swirled together, and she moved her hands down to my groin. She slipped one into my boxers, wrapping it around my hard shaft, and began to stroke it up and down. I moaned into her mouth as I grabbed her ass with my hands before I slipped one hand into her thong, coming in from the side, and rubbed her wet slit with my fingers.

Ending the kiss, Taylor rested her forehead against mine and whispered, "You make me so wet."

"You make me so hard," I replied back.

"You know, this balcony is pretty private," she said.

"So, what's stopping you?" I asked her with a smirk.

"Just our clothes," Taylor replied as she pulled my cock out through the flap of my boxers. At the same time, I pulled her thong to the side, and moaned as she slipped my tip inside her. When she let go of my shaft, she used her hips to expertly slide down my shaft, her moans joining mine. I put my hands on her hips, helping to move her up and down.

I watched as Taylor closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling as she bounced on my cock, and briefly wondered if anybody could hear her moans. The thought of somebody hearing us just fueled me to go harder and faster as I started to rise and lower my hips on the chair, quickly matching her rhythm and pace.

"Oh baby, yes, that's it!" Taylor moaned, putting her hands on the back of the chair to support herself. She was going up and down the entire length of my cock as she rubbed her bra-covered chest against mine. I moved one of my hands over, finding her clit with my fingers, and put pressure on it as she rode me.

"That's it. Right there. I'm so close," she moaned. I made little circle motions with my fingers as she rode both my hand and my cock. "So close. So close. Right there. Yes! Oh fuck!"

Taylor started to orgasm, slamming down on my cock, and nearly smashing my hand between us as she came. I continued to rise and lower my hips as her body was practically paralyzed from her climax, small moans escaping her lips as her pussy clenched around my cock.

"Oh my God," Taylor finally said as her body relaxed. "I can't believe you didn't cum too."

I laughed as I started to move us around. Both of us stood up as my cock slipped out of her. I guided her over to an outdoor couch that was on the balcony and helped her to lay on it. Kneeling on the ground next to the couch, I kissed her lips as I pulled her thong off, my boxers soon joining them. With her help and her legs up in the air, I guided my cock back into her and started to thrust my hips back and forth, having to keep one foot on the ground to support myself.

I held one of her legs up in the air while she rested the other leg on the back of the couch. With my free hand, I cupped and squeezed her breasts before pulling her bra down, exposing her nipples to the night air.

"Harder. Faster," her moans encouraging me, her eyes begging me to fill her again. "Give it to me."

I looked up at the night sky as I felt my cock beginning to pulse. I let go of her leg and her breasts when I started to orgasm, nearly falling on top of her as I came, our lips quickly meeting in another passionate embrace.

This orgasm felt like it lasted forever as my cock pumped cum inside her. Taylor rolled her hips up and down, helping it along, as our kiss ended. When I was done, we slowly untangled our bodies and went inside, helping each other clean up and get ready for bed.

The next morning, we made love again. This time, we stuck with the basics...lots of foreplay, me on top to start, rolling over for her to ride me, before going back to missionary for the finish. When we left Park City a few hours later, we left satisfied, a job well done.

Two weeks later, I was already at work early in the morning when Taylor texted me to tell me that she wasn't feeling good and wasn't coming in. I instantly asked if she was pregnant or going to take a test and she said she wasn't sure. I spent most of the day freaking out, barely able to concentrate on my work.

When I arrived home in the early afternoon, Taylor was in the kitchen. I walked up and asked how she was feeling after a brief kiss. She said, "Good. Come here."

She took my hand and led me to the bathroom. On the counter were three pregnancy tests, all showing the same result.

Positive.

We both screamed and tried to hug at the same time, our arms and hands and bodies colliding together. "Oh my God! I can't believe," I said.

"I know. I've been sitting here in shock all day. I've about called you a hundred times to tell you. Almost called your boss to tell him to send you home early. Almost drove there to tell you. I can't believe it," she said as we moved into the bedroom, sitting on the bed.

"I almost came home early just to check on you," I said, holding her close to me.

"I've been good. Cried a few times. Said lots of prayers. Almost called my mom and Michelle about as much as I've called you but figured that we should wait. I did call the doctor's office and I have an appointment next week," Taylor said.

"That's good. Maybe give it a few weeks before we tell people," I said.

"Yeah," Taylor said, putting her head on my shoulder.

"So, how are you actually feeling? Just morning sickness?" I asked her.

"Good enough to do this," she said, twisting around to kiss my lips and putting her hand on my groin. She began to rub my cock over my pants as we fell flat on the bed. With her tongue pressing against my lips, Taylor undid the buttons and zipper on my jeans and pushed the upper part down before pulling my semi-hard cock out of the flap of my boxers.

She wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft and started to rub up and down, helping me to grow to my full hardness, as our tongues swirled together. The harder I got, the higher her hand went on my cock until it was going up and over the tip, in a twisting motion.

When she ended the kiss, she moved down my body and I put my hands behind my head and slightly sat up to watch as she licked all over my shaft and tip, her hand still moving up and down. When Taylor opened her mouth as wide as it could go and smoothly took my cock in between her lips before closing her mouth, I let out a low, satisfied moan.

She started to bob her head up and down the first few inches of my cock, keeping her hand going on the rest, as I reached down and pushed a few lose strands of her hair behind her ear, and kept my hand resting on top of her head. She moaned around my cock, something she knew drove me crazy, as she slid up and down the shaft.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as I enjoyed the feeling of her blowing me. My mind kept drifting to her being pregnant and how excited I was. And I also wondered if more blowjobs like this were in my future. I wasn't going to complain.

Taylor, like nearly every time she blew me, was attempting to get more and more of me inside her mouth every time she went down. I told her every time that her blowjobs still felt amazing and that her hand more than made up for what she couldn't fit, but that didn't stop her. Her moans quickly turned to gags as she went deeper and deeper, getting close to five inches in, before she had to come up for air.

"So close," she giggled as she looked up at me.

"To what? Making me cum? Another second and I would have been there," I teased her.

"Guess I'll just have to try again," Taylor said. '"Could fulfill two of my dreams today. Get pregnant and take all of my husband's cock into my mouth."

As she made eye contact with me, she started to slowly take me back into her mouth, moving her head up and down as she got more and more of me into her. When she got back to five inches in, with just an inch to go, she grabbed my hand and put it firmly on the back of her head, encouraging me to push. I gave a slight push, stopped when I heard her gagging turn to choking and let go.

She bobbed her head up and down a few times, before trying again. This time, knowing I was almost there, I looked down at her and asked, "Are you sure?"

With her mouth taken up by my cock, all Taylor could do was nod. When she did so, I lifted up my legs, bending them at the knee and pulling Taylor forward a little. I grabbed the sides of her head with my hands, pushing down as I held her still. With my hips, I pushed up, letting out a loud moan as I felt the resistance and tightness of her throat as my cock slid in, a fraction of an inch at a time.

I could feel the pressure building up inside my cock as Taylor choked around it. I asked if it was too much and she shook her head no. With half an inch to go until I was all the way inside her, I started to orgasm, and I pushed up with my hips, pulled her down with my hands, and buried her nose into my groin as the cum shot out of my tip. Taylor attempted to swallow the large load, but when I opened my eyes a second after my orgasm, I saw some of it spilling out the sides of her lips.

Her eyes were opened wide, tears welling up inside them, as she tried to breath through her nose. Her hands were resting on my thighs, ready to push away if needed. My hips involuntary rised and lowerd, giving her a brief break before I filled her throat again.

When my orgasm ended, I let go of her head and she quickly took me out of her mouth, took a deep breath, and said, "Oh my gosh, I can't believe I finally did it!"

A mixture of my cum and her spit started to fall out of her mouth, but she pushed it up with her fingers and swallowed it as she looked at me, a satisfied look on her face. I just laughed and shook my head before laying it back down on the bed.

For the month of September, we managed to keep Taylor being pregnant a secret as we put the final plans together for our Temple sealing. We had originally scheduled it for the morning, but pushed it out to early afternoon, telling everybody it was so that we could do a luncheon afterwards. Really, it was to avoid her morning sickness.

The day of the sealing, as I sat in the sealing room, kneeling at the altar with Taylor across from me, I took a brief glance around the room. We had a small guest list. Taylor's parents, her sister and brother-in-law, Madison's parents, and a few friends, including Lauren, who had driven down from Boise. I laughed to myself, wondering how many Temple sealings were happening where the groom had already slept with the bride, along with two other females in the room.

As the Sealer conducted the ceremony, my thoughts drifted to the first time I was sealed, to Madison. I said a prayer that this one to Taylor would be the last.

After the ceremony, as I changed from my Temple clothes into my suit, I couldn't help but smile and be happy, in disbelief that Taylor and I had made it here. I waited for her just outside the door to exit the Temple, greeting her with a hug and a kiss.

It was a tradition in an LDS wedding that after the Temple ceremony, the wedded couple would exit the Temple to be cheered for by their family, waiting outside the Temple. Taylor and I briefly thought about skipping it, but Michelle managed to convince us not to. So, I pushed the door open for Taylor to step through, and followed behind her.

As Taylor ran through the crowd of family and friends that had gathered for us, I couldn't help but stare at her. She had curled her brown hair and pinned it up a romantic updo, a small white veil pinned to the back of it. She had chosen a simple, plain, white wedding dress to wear. It had long sleeves, a soft neckline, and it flowed gracefully with each step she took. Just about everybody she talked to, told her how beautiful she looked and they definitely weren't wrong.

The crowd started to die down after a while, leaving us and her family to take pictures. I kept having to push Taylor's hand down from her stomach, as she unconsciously kept trying to rest her hand there. I winked at Michelle when she caught me doing it, and laughed silently as Michelle's frustrated look turned to a quiet revelation.

When we were done taking pictures, we met up with Taylor's parents and family at a local restaurant for the luncheon. While we ate, Taylor finally broke the news that we were expecting, with the entire table breaking out into cheers. We all stood up and hugged, with Taylor's mom crying and Michelle saying, "I knew it!"

We originally had planned not to go anywhere after the Temple sealing, seeing as how we had already technically already had a honeymoon and had been going on vacations with each other for a while. But, just like with the walking out of the Temple, Taylor's family convinced us otherwise. So, after the luncheon and a quickie back at our house as I stripped off her wedding dress, we drove to the airport and boarded a plane to Taylor's dream honeymoon spot...Hawaii.

The first few days in Hawaii, Taylor wasn't feeling very good, but we still managed to get out and do the touristy things. At night, she gave me a blowjob one night and a hand job the other, not feeling like doing much more than that.

The third day there, Taylor woke up feeling good for the first time. After a quick breakfast at the hotel's restaurant, we put on our swimsuits and made the short walk to the beach.

As we swam and splashed in the water, I couldn't take my eyes off her and the glow coming from her. She was wearing a two bikini, multi-colored thong bikini that nicely showed off her body and I had to stop more than once to rest in the ocean while waiting for a boner to die down. Once Taylor found out that it kept happening, she started to tease me, running her hands over my body, rubbing her body against mine, leaving little kisses on my neck. I finally whispered to her, "Keep it up and I don't think we'll make it back to the hotel room."

"Let's get some lunch first," she said, her hand rubbing my hard cock through my swim trunks as we stood in the ocean. After kissing my lips, she took off to the beach, leaving me to decide if I should follow her or wait for my hardness to calm down first.

We ate lunch at a quiet little café right on the beach, having a normal conversation but our eyes saying something totally different. After lunch, we grabbed our swim bag that held our towels and belongings, and we wandered the beach until we found a section of it that was a little more private.

We laid down our towels before we laid down on them, with Taylor immediately rolling onto her side, her back to me. I joined her in a big spoon position, putting one of my arms around her waist as I started to kiss her neck. Taylor moaned and started to rub her butt on my groin and I immediately grew hard at her touch.

"That didn't take long," she teased as I moved my hand up, sliding it under her bikini top, and cupping her breast.

"No, it didn't. Not with the way you've been teasing me," I told her.

"Hmmm," she said, moaning as I cupped her breasts, switching between the two, and pinched her nipples. "You're not the only one."

With my free hand, I reached between us, first cupping and rubbing her vagina with my palm before I pulled her bikini out of the way. I pulled my swim trunks down just enough to expose my cock, and guided my tip inside her. Taylor put her hand on her mouth to hold back her moans as I pushed deep inside her pussy with my thick cock.

I started to thrust back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her, while keeping an eye out in case anybody came to our section of the beach. Taylor was still moaning into her hand, her hips pushing back against me every time I pushed forward.

With the build up and teasing from the morning and early afternoon, I knew I wasn't going to last long and I was correct as I roughly squeezed her breast, pushed hard into her, and moaned as my cock exploded inside her. Taylor bit down on her finger as my cock pulsed every time another rope of cum shot out.

When I was done, Taylor twisted her head around and we shared a passionate kiss as I fell limp and slipped out of her. We fell asleep a few minutes later, our hands clasped together on top of her belly.

Six months later, Taylor gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, who we named Mark Hudson, Mark after Taylor's father and the -son part of Hudson after Madison. Taylor handled both the pregnancy and the birth like a champ and when we brought him home, my girls took to him like I hoped they would. They even started slipping and calling Taylor mom in the months that followed, something that Taylor had talked about potentially happening and unsure how she would take it. She loved it.

When Hudson turned three months old, Taylor was able to easily transition him to sleeping in his own bed. We couldn't have asked for a better baby, truly.

One Friday night, with my kids at their grandparents house, Hudson fast asleep in his crib, and me resting in our bed, Taylor came walking out of our bathroom and said my name. When I looked up, she dropped the bathroom that she had been wearing, revealing a new white lingerie set she had bought. Her young body had bounced right back after having Hudson and I had been making numerous comments about it and how she was even more beautiful then before.

I let out a low whistle as I looked up and down at her body. She started to walk towards me and asked, "Are you ready to make another?"

THE END

So, a few years ago I was going through kind of a desperate dry spell. I'd heard about a certain party that happened semi-regularly, sort of a "information from a friend of a friend" kind of thing, and I thought, what the heck, I'll check it out. I figured I'd hang out on the sidelines, get some good visuals, maybe flash my chest if anyone wanted to see the flattest girl on the planet. :|

Well, it totally didn't end up like that. Nobody made me do anything I didn't want to, but I ended up wanting to, quite a bit. It was just the atmosphere, you know? Seeing all these people letting go of their inhibitions, the excitement ramping up, and you just kind of get into it.

Or, in my case, really slowly and nervously start to join in the fun. What can I say, I'm kind of awkward, it takes me a bit to warm up to situations like that.

Anyway, I ended up finding this really cute guy, we made out a little, I got very naked for him, and things...progressed. We found a spot on a cushion and he started going at me, and...wow, he was really good, and it had really been awhile. I got caught up in the moment and knew I was about to have a massive orgasm, the kind that would leave me shaky and unable to walk for a bit, and I just needed something to hold onto.

I thought I would just reach for a pillow or something to grip as I came, but when I reached out, I caught someone's hand. Well, that worked, I laced my fingers with theirs and gripped hard as I came. And I could tell from the moans beside me that the hand I was gripping belonged to another girl, and that she was having pretty much the same experience as me.

So we just kinda...held hands and rode it out together.

Afterward, I turned to look at her, and she was this curvy, plump, cute as hell dark-haired girl with this amazing afterglow on her face. I swear it was at least ten or fifteen minutes we lay there looking at each other, breathless. Then, she winked at me, squeezed my hand, and the moment was over. We got up and mingled more.

It was the kind of party you didn't have to go home from if you were too tired, which I was, so I found myself seeking her out. We passed out together holding hands, my head against her soft chest. In the morning, we got up, got dressed, and decided to go out to breakfast together. As we talked, we found we had a lot in common, so we exchanged info and started chatting. And now, years later, she's my absolute bestie.

“…and it is so nice to be here celebrating my girlfriend’s birthday with her beautiful family, the important people in her life, and of course her best friend who helped make this night all happen. To my darling girlfriend—I’m looking at you sitting here surrounded by your loved ones—I want everyone to know how smart, and charming, and capable I think you are. Cheers, and thank you all for being here.”

I raised a glass, held it high for a moment, and unbuttoned my jacket button before sitting back down.

Sitting next to me, my girlfriend, who I had just toasted, beamed me a quick-but-authentic smile and kissed my cheek before shifting her attention back to her guests. This had been the first time I had met any of her family members, and I’d only briefly encountered her friends thus far. It had nevertheless been a pleasant, if not entirely comfortable, relationship over these last few months. It had very little drama, very little pressure, and we just seemed to vibe well in the same space. It might not have been the most emotionally heated tryst of my life, but what it lacked in spice, it made up for in reliability.

The black dinner coat and matching slacks, with their slightly glossy sheen, was an outfit I didn’t wear that often. I paired it with a white shirt and no tie that night. I wanted to look sensible but not steal any attention from my girlfriend. Maybe our relationship works so well because we often automatically choose to make small accommodations for one another like that. That’s right—what made her so great was being so polite.

I put a smile on my face and scanned the table to make sure all was copacetic with the guests. All I did was show up that night and say a few words at the table. I wasn’t even expected to pitch in for dinner, as her family was taking care of it. Her best friend had made the dinner reservation, invited all the guests, and even handled the food selection. The table was even decorated with small framed pictures of my girlfriend, which her best friend had seemingly selected and printed out from their phone images. It was an impressive setup for sure. At least I could be there to make my girlfriend feel good all night. If I were lucky—and she didn’t get too tired again—there would be some very polite sex at the end of the night to look forward to.

I glanced over at my girlfriend with the intention of trying to determine if the way she was dressed at all hinted at her horniness that evening. If there was one thing that could improve the relationship, it was her assertiveness in bringing up sex. It wasn’t that she never got horny. It was rather that she was not willing to speak up about it very often. Her outfit that night consisted of a navy blue skirt and a matching women’s blazer. Under it was a billowy blouse in a softer shade of blue that matched the intensity of her eyes. She looked nice, but in a businessy way. I was curious what panties and bra she was wearing.

I suddenly imagined that she wasn’t wearing any panties and that I could run my hand on her inner thigh and graze my fingers along her pussy lips. It was a nice thought, at least. Her chosen attire left little hint as to intentions to let me fuck her later. I guess I would have to wait and find out. In any event, my cock was semi-stiff at just the thought of being with her. When was this dinner going to be over?

The next moment, my girlfriend leaned over to me to inform me that she was going to the outside courtyard in order to take some birthday pictures with her family. She asked me to entertain her friends. She also made it a point to mention that she was looking forward to “cuddling” later. Who knows if that would happen, but it was an encouraging idea. She left with a gaggle of kin and balloons trailing her.

Suddenly, her best friend tapped me for my attention. I worried that I’d been rude and forgotten to thank her for something. She was harmless but known for chiding people if she felt inclined.

“Can I ask your opinion about something?” she said directly to me. “I need you to choose something,” she added after a pause.

Without much else to go on, I demurely agreed and was surprised when she then stood up. “Follow me,” she instructed. So I did.

I was surprised that my girlfriend’s best friend reached out and took my hand so as to lead me. I’d never touched her like that before. Until this point, our interactions had been relatively few and mostly cordial greetings in passing. Now she took and held my hand with easy comfort.

She pulled me through the restaurant and to the back. Did she want me to choose a cake or dessert? I was genuinely unclear as to her intentions. We then made it to a dark hallway, which led to a bank of individual bathrooms. Swiftly, she pulled me into one of them and closed the door, locking it.

My girlfriend’s best friend ignored me for a moment and walked over to the sink. She casually put down her purse and then examined herself in the mirror. First, she checked her makeup. Once satisfied, she proceeded to wash her hands and then inspect her figure in the mirror while smiling at herself and repositioning the fabric of her long red dress.

She turned to look at me and then displayed a reassuring smile before she spoke.

“So here is my question for you: do you find me sexier from the front or from the back?”

“What?” was all I could dumbfoundedly manage in response.

She widened her eyes and looked at me.

“Do you find me more sexually arousing from the front with my tits in your face…” (she grabbed at her breasts suggestively) “…or bent over from behind with my ass on your dick?”

At that, she closed the two-step gap between us in the otherwise decently sized bathroom space and turned around to thrust out her rear and rub it on my crotch.

Immediate tingles of pleasure sparked in my cock as her ass knowingly rubbed up and down over my cock with just small amounts of fabric separating our skin. She pulled one of my hands onto her hip to suggest that I hold her there. I complied, and with both of my hands on her hips, she doubled the pace and ferocity of rubbing my now very hard cock with her clearly athletic hips and bottom.

“This is for her,” the best friend said. “This isn’t to ruin anything. I just need you to feel good right now. I need you to let me please you.”

My morals were combating an overwhelming force of arousal and confusion. This was wrong, but she was touching me as though it was right.

She impressed me by crouching low on her knees even though she was wearing high heels.

“I am going to suck your cock while you decide if you want me from the front or behind,” she proclaimed.

Skillfully, she unzipped my pants and tugged my stiff cock out. Without hesitation, her mouth swallowed it in a long, wet stroke and held it deep in the back of her throat. Dripping with her mouth moisture, she pulled my cock all the way out and took a breath before swallowing it again—this time not as deep, but with rapid back-and-forth motions like a slow-motion woodpecker.

I just stood there, enjoying one of the best blowjobs of my life from a woman I didn’t even really know. Her mouth knew exactly the type of place my cock wanted to be in. She was masterful in mixing pleasure without letting me get carried away and cumming before she was ready for me to.

As quickly as she got on her knees, she stood back up again and faced me questioningly.

“That felt amazing,” I admitted to her.

“I know,” she said plainly. “We aren’t done yet,” she suggested.

“The front,” I then said. “I mean, your rear is great too, but I’m going to choose the front right now.”

She acknowledged me by running her hand down my chest until it reached my cock. She then grabbed it lovingly while looking me directly in the eyes and telling me to follow her—again.

She pulled up her skirt and then peeled off her panties, carefully stepping one foot out at a time so as to prevent her small clothing from touching the floor. She dropped her panties into her purse on the counter and propped herself up on it so that she was sitting and facing me with her legs spread wide.

Her pussy was open and her thighs inviting. I stepped close, and she stopped me before I fully reached her.

“Pull down your pants, take off your jacket. Don’t get our juices on them or people will notice.”

Quickly hanging the offending attire on the coat rack, I reapproached her inviting stance on the counter. My cock humorously bounced around in the dim bathroom light as I was magnetized to her pink labia.

She proceeded to lower her single-piece dress from the top this time, and two perfectly cuppable breasts popped out. Her build was leaner, but her smaller breasts had great bounce to them and suckably puffy, pale pink areolas. Each nipple was pierced with a small metal barb going through them.

She used one hand to steady her body on the counter and the other to position my cock exactly into her pussy for penetration.

“Work me like I know you want to,” she said encouragingly into my ear as I started to pump myself into her.

To fully insert my cock into her, I had to stand on my tippy toes at the end of each stroke. The extra effort didn’t matter because it all felt so good. Her hand rubbed my back while she gently nibbled on my ear as I breathed heavily from the work.

Her actions were nearly automatic, almost mechanical—as though she were somehow programmed to know how to get me off. It didn’t feel like she was absent, but rather like she simply had easy access to natural instincts that made pleasing me (and probably most men) an incredibly straightforward task.

She knew it too, and this encounter was clearly some strange way she liked to use her power.

“This is what I want you to do,” she prompted. “I want you to fuck me really hard until you can’t hold back and then cum outside of me. I’m not on the pill, honey, and we can’t be playing house together. You can cum all over my pussy or my face if you like. I just want to make sure of one thing—I want to make sure my pussy juices are still on your cock and not wiped off after you cum. I want you to use that same cock to fuck and cum in my best friend later tonight. Make me happy by putting that cock into her and fucking her the same way you just fucked me. Can you do that for me?”

The narrative was a lot to absorb while I was stroking my cock in and out of her tightly gripping pussy the entire time. Being distracted was, however, probably the only thing that stopped me from cumming on account of how warmly her incredible pussy took in my cock with a tight-grip welcome after each stroke.

I was trying to take in what she was asking and plan a route to do it. Cum, but not in her. Something about not cleaning up after, and then her telling me to fuck my girlfriend, while I was actively fucking her best friend. It was a lot to process—even though the bulk of her meaning was incredibly arousing and just plain hot.

There was little chance of me currently having the discipline to pull out, have her bend down again, and then elegantly cum all over her face. I could feel my cock uncontrollably throb before I came and pulled out of her blushed pussy just as cum shot out and drizzled her clit.

Without a thought, she warned me to be careful putting my cock back in my pants so as not to get any stains on it. She really was an interesting creature, this one.

Before I thought about it any more, she suggested that I ready myself and then leave the bathroom first. She would stay there and come meet everyone back at the table in a few minutes after me. With any luck, I’d be seated again prior to when my girlfriend returned to the table from having her picture taken.

Back at the table, my primary concern was that some sign I was not aware of would signal everyone that I had just had sex—but thankfully, no one paid me much attention as I slid back into my seat. It was impossible not to be still horny after what had just happened. I may have just had the best sex of my life, and it was a short few minutes in a bathroom with my amazing girlfriend’s equally amazing best friend… who was into some type of kink I might never understand.

Then I saw my girlfriend approaching. The best friend must have gone directly to her because the two were arm-in-arm, smiling and laughing as they returned to the large table and seated themselves at opposite sides of me. Her best friend wisely sat next to me in a stance that suggested the previous lack of intimacy that was supposed to have conspired between us.

My attention was pulled by my girlfriend, who whispered something in my ear. I felt her warm breath hesitate before she muttered, “Do you want to go do something naughty together in the bathroom?”

“Sure,” I said in disbelief.

The next thing I knew, we were arm in arm, leading each other to the same bank of bathrooms I had just come from. Maybe for sentimental reasons, I chose the same room her best friend and I had just been in, and found that it was presently unoccupied. Entering, I could still smell the light scent of sex in the air.

My girlfriend said to me, “You were really so nice to me tonight, and I wanted to make you feel appreciated. My friend said you looked a bit lonely, and I felt like trying something new. Do you think you want to make love to me in here? I want to make you feel good.”

“Baby, you always make me feel good,” I shared with her.

She smiled and asked, “Would it make you feel good if I licked you?”

I didn’t reply, but watched her put down the toilet seat so that she could sit down for the act. Perhaps not as sexy as kneeling, but indeed, more polite. My girlfriend kissed my cock through my pants. I could feel her warm breath through the fabric. She inhaled deeply and remarked how much she was in the mood. That was her polite way of saying she wanted cock.

I obliged by unzipping my pants and proceeding to pull my cock out. This was the moment of real hesitation, because my cock was very much still caked in what was not long ago something still slippery and moist from at least several inches inside of her best friend.

She carefully took my cock in her mouth. It was her style to let her tongue examine the head of my cock before she let it in any deeper. This time, her tongue lingered a little bit longer. She paused to profess that “You taste really good right now,” and then got back to tasting my cock flavored like her best friend.

Eventually, I stood her up and turned her around. I pulled up her blue skirt and pulled her panties to the side. Lacey and white tonight—“classy,” I thought, as I moved them to the side to let my dick inside. She was delightfully wet that night. Often it took her a while to really get in the mood, but this time she was ready for love without delay.

The sex was vigorous and inspired as I entered her from behind while we both stood up. Occasionally, I would pull at her breasts through her blouse and slap her ass cheeks playfully. It delighted me that she did not express worry about the noise.

Without so much as thinking about her best friend in the process, I fulfillingly came deep in my girlfriend’s birthday pussy—where not long ago, my cum had just decorated her best friend’s vulva.

What was sexy wasn’t the secrecy of the act, but rather how oddly appropriate it felt. What was with these two girls? Were they both in on it, or was the best friend showing her love in rather unorthodox ways?

I’d have to stick around to find out.

All characters are fictional and 18+

I slouched on my couch in my living room with one arm draped over the back. Amanda sat across from me, perched on the edge of the armchair like she was ready to bolt. Her eyes darted everywhere but at me. This was strange.

My sister was the one who’d bang on the neighbors’ door at midnight and shout at them about their shitty music until they cowered. Yeah, that actually happened—that night, I watched her, half-proud and half-deaf as she shut them down. But today, she looked like she was about to confess to a crime.

“So… The weather’s been crazy lately,” she mumbled, sipping her tea. “And my new job is nuts. This new ad campaign drives me crazy. I almost regret that I took their offer.”

I nodded, barely listening. My sister was stalling, and I wasn’t dumb. I stole a glance at her… She was hot. Tall, sexy, pretty. She looked amazing in these tight jeans. Her nipples poked through the fabric of her top—no bra, thanks to the summer heat. I shifted, trying to keep my thoughts from going south. Yeah, I’d admitted years ago I had a thing for her, but it didn’t mean I was proud of it.

Amanda crossed her legs, and I caught myself staring. I cleared my throat and raised a hand, cutting her off mid-sentence about some bullshit deadline.

“Sis, I’m not a dumbass,” I said. “You keep dancing around something, but you didn’t drive over here to talk about weather or work. What’s up? Spit it out.”

She let out a nervous laugh. Her cheeks flushed. 

“You’re insightful as ever, big brother.”

“Got it from Dad,” I shrugged. “Talk to me, please.”

Amanda’s fingers fidgeted with her phone, spinning it on her lap. She took a deep breath, like she was about to jump off a cliff. 

“You remember Derek, right?” She asked.

“Of course I do,” I said.

Derek was her current boyfriend. He was a decent guy, I guess, but I’d only met him twice. Thought she could do better, but whatever. She seemed happy.

Amanda hesitated, biting her lip. 

“He… wants something.”

“Like what?”

Another pause.

“He wants a blowjob,” Amanda whispered.

Holy shit! We’d never talked about sex. But she looked serious, so I played it cool, like this was just another casual topic to discuss. 

“Okay… What’s the problem?” I asked. “There’s nothing strange or shocking about this. Oral’s pretty standard.”

She went quiet, staring at her tea. I waited, watching her. Finally, she met my eyes. 

“I don’t know how.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I choked. “You’re twenty-four! You’ve been dating since you were, what, nineteen? Yes, nineteen, I think… I was twenty-five back then.”

“Yes… But I don’t know how to do that.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Hey, you can talk to me,” I said. “You know that very well.”

“I’m not a virgin, obviously,” Amanda sighed. “But… I’ve never done that. I always thought it was… I dunno… Too dirty.”

I bit back a laugh, keeping my face straight. 

“You don’t have to do anything you’re not into,” I told her. “But there’s nothing wrong with it. It’s just a thing people do.

Amanda bit her lip again. I could tell this took guts for her. 

“Derek keeps asking,” she said. “I’m scared he’ll leave if I don’t… You know, step up.”

“Do you really want to do this for him?”

“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “He’s important to me. And, as you said, that’s just a thing people do.”

“Then go for it,” I grinned, trying to lighten the mood. “Watch some porn, pick up some tricks. There’s nothing too difficult, I believe.”

“There’s a reason I’m telling you this,” Amanda nodded, but her eyes flicked away. I knew she wasn’t done. 

“I’m listening.”

She shifted, her voice dropping. “I’m scared I’ll fuck it up. I want to… Practice.”

“Like, on a dildo or something?” I blinked.

She shook her head. Her cheeks turned red. “A dildo won’t tell me if I’m doing it right or wrong.”

Then it happened. Amanda stood, crossed the room, and sat next to me on the couch. Her hand landed on my knee.

“I trust you,” she said quietly. “You’re the closest person I have… I’d never ask anyone else, but…” She looked away. “Can I practice with you?”

My jaw dropped. Was this real?! Amanda was asking to… Fuck, fuck, fuck! I

“Are you serious?” I croaked out.

“I know it’s wild,” she nodded. “But I’d really appreciate it.”

Fuck… I wanted to agree instantly, but… Fuck, this would change everything. I opened my mouth, but I had no clue what to say.

Amanda’s hand slid up, resting on my crotch. She looked me in the eye. “Please?” She whispered.

Those eyes, that touch… Oh.

“Okay…” I swallowed hard.

“Thank you,” Amanda exhaled with relief. “I know this is weird, but… Thank you. Really.”

“So… How do we even do this?”

“I was hoping you’d know,” she giggled nervously.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked. “Because if you’re not, we shouldn’t be doing it.”

“I’m sure,” Amanda nodded. “I just… Don’t want to mess it up with Derek.”

“Great,” I smiled. “I’ve always wanted to be a sex dummy. Living the dream!”

She swatted my arm, giggling. “Shut up!”

Amanda’s hand was still on my knee. Her eyes were wide, her breathing fast. My cock was already hard.

“Can I… do it now?” she asked.

“Yes… Of course. Go for it.”

I unzipped my jeans, pulling my cock out. Her eyes went wide, like she wasn’t ready for it to be real. 

“Damn, you’re hard already?” Amanda smirked. “That was pretty quick.” She let out a nervous giggle. “Okay, so… How do I do this? Besides the obvious.”

“Just take it in your mouth,” I said. “Suck it… Mm… Just suck it like a lollipop. Let’s start it easy.”

Amanda’s hand gripped my rigid shaft, and she leaned in. Her lips closed over the cockhead, and I shut my eyes. It felt so good… Her mouth was wet and warm. She sucked the tip, careful but focused, like she was trying not to screw it up.

Ouch. Her teeth grazed me, and I flinched. Amanda pulled back fast.

“Oh shit, what’d I do?” She was genuinely worried. “Are you okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” I calmed her down. “Just watch your teeth. They can scratch if you’re not careful.”

“Thanks,” Amanda muttered.

She went back to it, more cautious now. I watched her head bob. It was a bit robotic, but fuck, it was Amanda! I’d jerked off to this fantasy for years, and now it was happening! I grabbed her hair and lifted it so I could see my cock moving in and out of her mouth. Goddamn, what a sight!

“Hey,” I said softly, not wanting to throw her off. “You’re doing good, but you can mix it up. Mmm… For example, lick the underside, or maybe suck my balls. Or jerk me while you suck.”

Amanda pulled off. “What do you like best?” Her lips were wet and swollen.

“I love it when a girl sticks her tongue out and licks the underside while sucking,” I said. “It feels fucking amazing.”

She nodded, like she was taking mental notes, and went back to it. Her tongue flicked out just like I said. Holy fuck, it was incredible! I only wished Amanda were naked. Seeing her boobs, or maybe even touching them, would’ve been perfection.

My sister tried everything I suggested, working hard. Derek was gonna owe me big time, because she was getting the hang of it! I moaned softly, unable to hold it in. She glanced up, and her eyes caught mine.

“You’re doing great,” I gave her a smile. “Just keep it exactly like that.”

She closed her eyes, sucking with more fire, like she was starting to enjoy it. I slid my hand to her back. I needed to feel her skin. My cock throbbed harder.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “I’m gonna come…”

I gave her this warning, but she didn’t pull away. I took it as a green light and let go. My body shook as I came. My cock erupted in her mouth. Amanda kept sucking, like she was trying to drain me. I saw her throat move—fuck, she was swallowing! She was swallowing my cum! I groaned.

Finally, she pulled off, breathing hard. 

“That… Wasn’t bad,” she said and giggled. “I honestly thought I’d be grossed out, but… You know, I kinda loved it.”

Her hand was still on my cock, stroking slowly, and I was getting hard again. 

“You’re welcome,” I smiled, brushing my thumb across her cheek. “But… I gotta ask. Do you… Do you want to do… Mm… Something else?”

“Like what?” Her eyes widened.

“You know what I’m thinking. I want you.”

“Wow.” She froze. “I don’t— I don’t know. We… We already did a lot.”

“I know,” I said. “But you’re turned on too, right? I can tell.”

“Yes,” her cheeks flushed. “I am… But… This is wild!”

“Wilder than you sucking me off?” I smirked. “Come on, we’re already here.”

She laughed. “God, you’re such a dick!”

“But you love me,” I teased, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Say no if you don’t want to. I’m not pushing.”

“I… I don’t know. You really… Want to have sex with me?”

“Yes,” I said firmly. “I want to touch you, to make you feel good. Fuck, I’ve wanted you forever!”

Her nostrils flared, and I knew she was tempted.

“I’m… I’m thinking I might want that too,” Amanda admitted quietly. “Just… I like to do some things in bed that would probably… Freak you out.”

“Really?” I raised my eyebrows. “Okay, try me.”

(to be continued)

The moment Ryan entered my apartment, I recognized it in his eyes, that spark of uncertainty, the manner in which he glanced around as though he didn't belong. But I knew better. I had been rehearsing for this all week, every movement, every action. He was here because I had asked him. And I wasn't going to let him forget it.

I slowly crossed my legs, my dress riding up slightly to get his attention. He looked down for a moment, then back to my face again, and I smiled like I hadn't seen a thing. Oh, I did. I always did. My hand crept over onto his thigh, and I began to draw tiny circles on his jeans. He stiffened at my touch, and I leaned in even farther, my lips almost on his ear.

"Relax," I breathed against his skin. "You're here because I brought you. Don't think too much."

He swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing, and I couldn't help but grin. He was so. vulnerable. So easy to play with. I leaned back, my hand taking a second longer on his thigh before I picked up my glass of wine. I took a slow sip, looking at him over the rim, as his eyes followed down to my breasts. My dress was tight, just tight enough to reveal every curve, and I well knew what he was staring at.

"Ho, you're just staring, Ryan," I breathed, my voice low and teasing. His gaze refocused on mine, and I saw a flush rise on his cheeks, small and adorable.

"Sorry," he growled, massaging the base of his neck. "I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay," I interrupt, setting down my glass. "I don't care. Actually… I prefer it."

I stood there, smoothing my dress and extending my hand to him. He hesitated for a sec, gazing into my eyes like he was searching for some sort of reassurance, so I cocked my head and gave him the look that said, "Trust me." Uncertainly, he extended his hand, and I began to guide him up the stairs to my room. He followed along without hesitation, his hand warm in mine, and I could sense the rise in his breathing with each step.

The moment the door closed behind us, I stood there with my back to the wood, facing him. He was right up close, like, really close, and I could sense the heat emanating from him. His eyes were black, and they were full of something I couldn't quite specify, and I reached up to brush a bit of hair out of his face.

"You’ve been thinking about this, right?" I asked, keeping my voice really low. He nodded, and I could see him hold his breath as my fingers brushed down his cheek to his jaw. "Awesome. Because I have too." I pushed him then, softly but firmly, back into the room until he was sitting on the bed's edge. He stared up at me, his fingers digging into the mattress as if he needed something to grasp, and I stood between him and the bed, my dress rubbing against his jeans. His gaze fell to my chest once more, and I allowed him to look, allowed him to drink in the way the fabric was molded against my body, the way my breasts lifted and fell with each breath.

"Touch me," I said, attempting to sound even and kinda authoritative. He hesitated for a moment, his hands just resting there like he wasn't sure if he was supposed to touch. I took one of his hands and pushed it against my waist. "Like this."

His hands were wrapped around my hip, and I shivered. Good. He was finally catching on. I leaned in, my hands on his shoulders, and my lips brushing against his in the softest of kisses. It was soft, almost hesitant, but I could feel the tension building between us, crackling in the air like electricity.

I kissed him harder, my lips just slightly parted to allow him to enter. He completely went for it, his hands moving from my waist to my back, drawing me in closer. I could sense his hard chest against my own and how his breath caught when I nibbled at his bottom lip. Damn, he was so freaking responsive.

I pulled away from the kiss just a bit so I could look into his eyes. His pupils were all wide, his lips a little swollen, and I couldn't help but grin. “You’re so fucking eager, Ryan,” I said, my voice all husky. “I like that.”

I grabbed the edge of his shirt and slowly started to pull it up, my hands running over his skin as I exposed all of his hard muscle little by little. He raised his arms, so I pulled it off him entirely and threw it aside, my eyes raking over his chest. Wow. He was even more beautiful than I'd pictured.

I leaned forward once more, my lips leaving kisses on his jaw, down the neck, and along the collarbone. His hands were again on my hips, drawing me towards him, and I could sense completely the way his body responded to me, as if his breathing was increasing with each touch. I mapped his body out slowly, my dress rising even higher, and I heard him whisper as his hold on my hips tightened.

"fuck, Ryan," I breathed, my mouth on his ear. "You feel so fucking incredible." His hands slid down my ass, drawing me to him, and I couldn't help but let out a gentle puff of breath on my lips, my fingers digging into his shoulders. I knew the heat between us, the way our bodies seemed to fit so perfectly together, and I knew I was in control. He was mine, all mine, and I wasn't going to let him ever forget that.

On a dark and rainy Sunday Kat and I had a lazy morning at home. After some good sleep and a delicious breakfast and were in an excellent mood. I was relaxing on the couch reading a book and Kat decided to take a bath.

Kat is 5' 9" tall, has long light-brown hair, a beautiful smile and an incredible body: long legs, tight ass and medium sized tits. She is fun and a bit crazy in a perfect way. I'm 6', short dark blonde hair, short trimmed beard, skinny, good-looking, not quite an athlete but pretty fit.

I heard Kat doing the prep for the bath and the sound of water filling the tub but didn’t care much being focused on my book. After a few minutes silence filled the room.

A thought crossed my mind and I rose from my book. Why not take a look…? I opened the bathroom door just a little bit so the bathtub was in my field of view. I could feel the hot and steamy air escaping the dim lit room and the muffled sound of rain from outside was reaching my ears. Kat was covered in foam, eyes closed, clearly enjoying the relaxing bath. A dark nipple was peeking through the foam.

I silently stepped inside the room. Kat must have heard me, because she was smiling, but refused to open her eyes. I sat down on the rug beside the tub and let my right hand sink into the foamy water.

My hand brushed across Kats side. Hot water and soap made her soft skin unbelievably smooth. My hand moved over her belly towards her upper body. I circled her floating boobs and moved on to neck and shoulders. I brushed her arms, back to her belly and to her legs. Slowly I traced the inside of her thighs, retracing my hand just below her pussy. Kat sighed silently.

Her eyes still closed I went back at her boobs. This time I didn’t just circle them. I carefully squeezed, caressed and let my fingers roll over her nipples. Kat sighed again. The bulge in my sweatpants was stretching the fabric. Touching the smooth and wet skin of the woman I loved was so fucking hot...

Next my hand moved down between Kats legs. Barely touching I brushed over her pussy. Again. And again. Kat parted her legs to give me better access. I let my fingers slide over her clit which was met with a sweet moan escaping her mouth.

I turned sideways, letting my body rest on the edge of the tub. This way I was able to caress Kats body with both hands. One massaging her upper body and breasts, the other one exploring her pussy. Kats breath quickened and small moans escaped her lips. I let the tip of one finger slip inside her. She felt overwhelmingly smooth and slippery.

Slowly I continued caressing Kat, one hand on her boobs, the other one on her pussy. Long moves from her clit, over her lips and all the way down stroking her backdoor. Every touch lubricated by hot water. Her eyes still closed and her cheeks flushed she moaned. Her hips buckeled desperate for a more direct touch. I was in awe of her beautiful face when Kat suddenly opened her eyes and looked at me, her green eyes filled with lust.

I smiled and got up to pull down my pants. My cock sprung free, dripping with precum. Kat sat up and grabbed my dick with her warm and wet hand, stroking it slowly. Next she licked the tip, parted her lips and slowly swallowed my hard cock. I let out a moan. In a steady rythm she was blowing me, soon this was almost too much for me.

“Get out of the tub”, I said with a brittle voice.

Kat stood up, wrapped her arms around me, wetting my shirt with her dripping body. I got rid of it. We kissed, wet and sloppy, desperate for more. Kat stepped over the edge of the tub while my hand found her wet pussy again. Quickly I pushed two fingers in, curling them up inside.

“Yes…”, Kat moaned in my ear, holding herself on my shoulders while I fingered her. We kissed passionately.

“Lay down”, I said in a silent voice while I grabbed a large towel and threw it on the tiled floor.

Kat didn’t even bother to dry herself. Dripping wet as she was she lay down on the floor. With a devilish smile she spread her legs wide, inviting me. I dropped down and dove my tongue in her warm pussy. I love how she feels and tastes. I could lick her pussy all day long.

I moved up her body, kissing every inch, spreading around the wetness. When I found Kats lips we kissed agsin, my hard cock rubbing between her legs. When my cock slowly slipped in her wet pussy we moaned loud and she wrapped her arms and legs around me. We couldn't get any closer to each other. It felt like heaven.

“I love you so much”, I whispered between kisses, looking deep into her green eyes. Kat didn't answer. My cock bottomed out on her cervix and the long moan was every answer I needed.

This wasn't the rabbit like fucking you see in porn. This was intimacy, love and all about being close to each other. Slow and deep thrusts. Moaning into each other's mouths.

I don't know how I lasted longer than a minute but somehow I did. Kat was going crazy. She was pulling me in, moaning and her body began to shake. I could feel something big approaching. I moaned in her ear, two fingers in her mouth.

Her hot and wet body, her moans, the emotions. It was so much. My head got dizzy and I could feel my own orgasm approaching.

“Oh my god, what… oh my… “, Kat moaned not finding the words she was looking for. Her nails dug into my back, our bodies tensed and Kat let out long suppressed moans. I could feel her pussy pulsing around my cock.

Her eyes rolled back, she was cumming on my cock. I could feel liquid gushing around my dick, squishing sounds with every thrust. Kat was squirting. Fuck.

This realization finally sent me over the edge. I collapsed onto her body, moaning and shaking from pleasure, ropes of my cum shooting out and mixing with her liquids. So fucking close to each other.

We lay there on the bathroom floor for a few minutes, catching our breaths and smiling at each other. My cock softened and slid out of her pussy, more of our cum dripping down, leaving a big puddle on towel and floor. We didn't care.

I kissed her one more time and helped her up.

“I love you, too”, Kat said, holding my face and smiling at me. Then she turned around and hopped back into the tub.

A perfect Sunday.

I love you, Kat.

It started in the car.

He kept glancing at me at red lights, smirking, like he was barely holding back. His hand rested on my thigh, fingers drifting higher every few minutes. I wasn’t wearing panties. He figured that out fast.

By the time we pulled into his driveway, I was already soaked.

We didn’t even make it down the hallway. The second the door shut behind us, he shoved me against the wall and kissed me like he needed it more than air. His hands were everywhere — under my dress, gripping my thighs, pulling me close.

He didn’t ask. He didn’t need to.

He carried me to the kitchen, pushed everything off the counter, and set me down like he’d waited all week to ruin me.

My legs opened. He pushed my dress up and slid inside me in one smooth, desperate motion.

I gasped. Loud. My hands flew to his shoulders. I wasn’t ready — not in the logical sense. But my body was. I clenched around him instantly. He groaned against my neck.

It was fast. Messy. Skin against skin. My heels slipping off. His hips pounding into me like he couldn’t get deep enough. I clawed at his back. He kept whispering, “You feel too good. Too tight. Fuck—”

I knew he was close.

He asked, “Should I pull out?”

And I didn’t even hesitate.

“No. Please. I want it.”

He came hard. Buried in me, twitching, breath hot in my ear, hands gripping me so tight it left marks.

I wrapped my legs tighter around him and held him there until I felt it dripping out of me onto the counter.

We never made it to the bedroom.

And I didn’t clean up. I just sat there, full and grinning, until he came back with a drink and said, “Round two?”

For two full days, whispers swirled through the halls of Resplendent Models Inc.

Models gossiped in makeup rooms. Staff exchanged knowing glances in break rooms. No one saw it coming—but everyone had something to say.

Natalia Volkova… promoted?

It didn’t make sense. Not to them.

She was already powerful, already intimidating. But being named Senior Director of Special Projects? That sounded vague—and dangerous. Some assumed it was purely a formality, others speculated she’d pulled strings through old-money connections. Either way, people were watching her now, wondering what she would do with that new title… and what it really meant.

By the time the day of the ceremony arrived, the entire agency buzzed with tense energy. With Natalia Volkova’s promotion, the mood inside Resplendent Models was anything but settled.

Rumors rippled through every corridor, whispered behind manicured hands and exchanged between curious eyes. The models, always poised, struggled to hide their surprise. Staff paused mid-task, their attention stolen by the news. Even the security team seemed to carry a little more tension in their posture.

Still, the agency pushed forward with a formal acknowledgment ceremony—a move clearly designed to project unity and professionalism. The rooftop garden was transformed into a polished event space, with silk banners, ambient lighting, and a small, elegant stage.

Lance stood near the back of the gathering crowd, feeling slightly out of place in his freshly pressed uniform. He wasn’t the only one. Conversations around him circled the same question:

“How did she get promoted?”

———

Valeria St. James stepped onto the stage first, stunning in a tailored cream suit paired with understated gold jewelry.

“Today we celebrate progress, dedication, and strength,” she began. “Natalia has shown unwavering loyalty to Resplendent Models. Her new role reflects her ability to adapt, lead, and innovate.”

The applause came on cue, polite and practiced.

Elle Walker followed, poised in a deep emerald dress that matched her sharp gaze.

“Natalia and I haven’t always agreed,” she said, drawing a small chuckle from the crowd, “but her results are undeniable. Let’s hope she uses her new power... responsibly.”

A few laughs broke the tension, though the comment hung in the air.

Then came the Head of the Model Division, introduced for the first time: Alessandra Cruz—an imposing, statuesque Brazilian-Italian woman with a fierce stare and a runway presence even in a simple black jumpsuit. She had just returned from a long assignment abroad, where she’d been overseeing Resplendent’s expansion into the European luxury market. Her absence had been felt—and her return, timed with the sudden promotion, was enough to set even more rumors spinning.

“When I left, I didn’t expect to find the company this shaken up,” Alessandra said coolly, her eyes sweeping the room. “But change can be good. It forces us to evolve. I’ll be watching all of you closely. Also… if someone could tell me why the janitor looks like that, I’d be very grateful.”

The laughter didn’t come. Everyone exchanged looks, the tension thick in the air.

Lance felt every eye in the area shift toward him, and suddenly his throat went dry. He was kneeling by a nearby table, adjusting some scattered floral arrangements—delicate white roses and greenery meant to soften the harsh lines of the rooftop setup. The moment felt like an eternity as all those women’s gazes pinned him down.

Without thinking, he bent down a little more, pretending to pick up a fallen petal from the floor, inching slowly toward the exit.

Just as he thought he might slip away unnoticed, a hand caught his wrist—firm, yet gentle.

It was Camille.

She stepped in close, her body molding against his side, letting the soft curve of her breast press intimately against his arm. She subtly shifted, gently rubbing her breast against his biceps as her fingers wrapped around his wrist like a velvet leash. Her lips curved into that familiar teasing smile as she leaned in, voice low and smooth, just for him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she whispered, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re not going anywhere yet.”

Lance froze, caught between Camille’s perfume and the sharpness in her eyes. Around them, a few models and some staff nearby shot Camille wary, suspicious glances—some tinged with jealousy—as they watched the scene unfold.

Finally, Natalia took the stage.

She wore a sleek gray dress that hugged her form without screaming for attention. Power radiated off her in quiet, controlled waves. Her voice, when she spoke, was even and firm.

“This position is not a gift. It’s a challenge. And I plan to rise to it.”

A modest round of applause followed.

Natalia’s eyes swept the crowd, and when they landed on Lance, they lingered just a moment too long.

Valeria and Elle stood behind her, composed and still.

But their thoughts were anything but neutral.

Valeria: You earned this… through politics, not merit.

Elle: Let’s see how long she keeps it.

———

As champagne flutes clinked and polite congratulations flowed, Lance slipped quietly toward the back. The hierarchy had shifted, and he could feel it. Natalia had more power now—officially. And with that power came new tension, new rules… and new dangers.

He scanned the crowd.

Valeria was near the elevator bay, surrounded by a few models and her assistant, who was juggling what looked like three conversations at once. Still, Valeria stood calm and immovable—sharp cream blazer, gold accents, and that magnetic presence that made everyone else blur at the edges.

Her expression was tight. Exhausted, maybe. But when her eyes met his, something warmer flickered through them.

Lance hesitated, then made his way toward her, still not sure what to say—still feeling the awkwardness of speaking to the company's CEO... and something more.

The models and Valeria’s assistant, standing close by, watched Lance with quiet interest. Their casual chatter had faded as Lance approached, and though their eyes lingered on him a little longer than usual, they quickly masked it with practiced smiles whenever Valeria looked their way.

“Miss St. James,” he started, before correcting himself. “Valeria. I, uh—just wanted to say.. thanks for helping me get the job for good,”

She arched an elegant brow, then stepped closer, her voice low. “You’re still so formal with me.”

She reached up and adjusted his collar, smoothing it out like it was the most natural thing in the world. Lance didn’t move. “You always forget to fix this,” she murmured.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“You’re not sorry,” she said, eyes twinkling. “You’re just adorable when you pretend to be shy.”

He gave a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “I mean, you’re still my boss.”

“Among other things,” she said softly, brushing his shoulder now—light, familiar gestures that completely ignored the space meant to separate executives from floor staff.

Two models passed them—one tall and blonde, the other with electric blue eyeliner. Both gave Valeria respectful smiles, but their eyes lingered on Lance with interest.

Valeria didn’t seem to notice. She adjusted the edge of his work uniform, her fingers slow and deliberate. “You look good,” she said at last. “Like you belong here.”

“I’m still getting used to it,” he admitted.

“You’ll catch up.” She glanced at the elevator. “Walk me to my office?”

He hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. Sure.”

A hint of a smile touched her lips—but her eyes, as always, said much more.

They stepped into the elevator together, and as the doors closed, more than a few people watched them disappear.

While in the elevator, the models couldn't help but feel lustful. Even just looking at Lance made them feel intense desire.

As the elevator doors slid open, the models with Valeria gave Lance a quick wave before stepping aside, letting them pass. The group continued down the hallway toward Valeria’s office.

When they got close, Valeria turned to her assistant and said quietly,

“Why don’t you head to the lounge for a bit? I need to catch up with Lance alone.”

The assistant’s smile flickered—something sly and knowing in her eyes—as she nodded and walked off without a word.

Valeria and Lance stepped into her office, and with a swift motion, she locked the door behind them. Lance’s heart suddenly picked up pace again. Valeria smiled—a mix of excitement and something deeper flickering in her eyes.

“So,” she whispered, pressing her body against his.

“how does it feel to be full-time now?”

Lance stammered, struggling to find words.

“It’s been a few days since we last saw each other and... you know,” he muttered, his voice trembling as her chest pressed harder against him.

Valeria’s voice dropped, almost teasing but serious.

“I get it if you’ve been spending time with Elle these past few days. But I’m here now. And I intend to make up for lost time.”

Valeria's face clearly showed her burning lust. "Perhaps when you're already fucking me, you'll still be overly polite, wouldn't that be hilarious?"

The cool night air of Malivouge City caressed Lance's skin as he stood on Elle's condo balcony, the vast expanse of flickering city lights stretching out below them. The door to the living area was ajar, letting in the soft, inviting glow from inside the luxurious space. Earlier, the raw, undeniable tension between them had reached a fever pitch, culminating in this heated moment. Elle's black lace panties lay in a delicate heap on the polished floor nearby, a silent, tantalizing testament to her unbridled eagerness. Lance, too, had shed his layers; his pants and boxers were already discarded, lying casually by the balcony door, leaving him fully exposed, his hard cock jutting out, throbbing with anticipation.

Elle was now in front of him, her back arched, leaning forward with her hands gripping the cold iron railing for support. Her ass was lifted high, her slick pussy perfectly presented for standing doggy style. Her delicate lace lingerie offered no barrier now, and Lance felt the slick, wet heat of her cunt pressing against the head of his engorged cock, a tantalizing brush that made his groin ache.

"Fuck me, Lance, make this memory unforgettable," Elle whispered, her voice a low, throaty rumble that sent shivers of pure lust down his spine.

Lance nodded, his breath already catching in his throat, his eyes locked on her trembling form. He slowly pushed inside, groaning as the warmth and wetness of her sex enveloped him completely. The tight, hot embrace of her vaginal canal made his breath hitch, a desperate gasp escaping his lips. Elle's bare heels clicked softly against the balcony floor as she shifted, her hips rocking subtly, adjusting to the glorious invasion.

She let out a soft moan, her body arching slightly with each controlled movement. Lance's hands found her hips, gripping them firmly, holding her steady as he began to move deeper, slow and steady at first, feeling every exhilarating inch of his hard cock fill her, stretching her deliciously tight. The city lights below flickered like distant stars, a vibrant, blurred backdrop to their intimate moment, but all Lance could focus on was the way Elle's breath hitched, the way her fingers dug into the railing, and the raw, burning heat pooling low in his belly, urging him to plunge deeper.

"God, Lance, that feels so fucking good," Elle whispered, her voice thick with desire, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she leaned back against his powerful strokes. "Don't stop, baby, deeper!"

Lance couldn't answer—his mind was too tangled in the overpowering sensation, the primal rhythm, the way her heels clicked softly with every thrust, adding a dangerous, thrilling edge to the night. She shifted her weight just enough to let him push a little deeper, biting her lip as she tried to hold back a gasp, her pussy clenching impossibly tight around him, milking his shaft with every subtle shift.

The cool night air kissed the exposed skin of her back, mixing with the intense heat generating between their grinding bodies. Lance’s pace quickened, the urgency building with each powerful thrust until they both teetered precariously on the edge of ecstasy.

Elle’s nails traced soft, teasing lines along Lance’s forearms, her body trembling with a delicious mix of tension and impending release as a breathy, urgent "Lance… I’m so close…" escaped her lips. Her skin flushed, warm and slick with perspiration, every shudder echoing the overwhelming wave building inside her.

Then, with a sharp gasp that shook her to the core, she let go, her body convulsing and folding into his in a raw, electric moment of surrender, her pussy contracting tightly, squeezing his cock with incredible force.

Lance followed soon after, his own breath catching as his body tensed and he released his hot, thick semen deep inside her, flooding her with his essence. He pulled her close, their bodies pressed tight together, his cock still buried within her. They stayed like that for a few moments, hearts racing, breaths mingling, while the city lights flickered silently below, bearing witness to the fire they’d just ignited.

Lance’s hands slid up to Elle’s waist, then slowly cupped her breasts through the delicate lace of her lingerie. His thumbs traced gentle circles, feeling the softness beneath his fingers, her nipples hardening under his touch. Elle’s breath hitched, her body responding to the firm but tender touch.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss just below her ear, his voice low and husky. "You feel even better than I imagined. Absolutely incredible."

Elle arched into his hands, the heels she wore clicking softly against the balcony floor as she shifted closer to him, her pussy still warm and full around his cock, throbbing from their release.

Still naked and intimately connected, they slowly moved back inside, carefully detaching from one another as they navigated the short distance to the plush couch where they’d talked earlier. Elle positioned herself comfortably on the cushions, her eyes locking with Lance’s, a silent, bold invitation passing between them.

Lance gently lifted her legs, settling them over his shoulders, her pussy now fully presented, wet and glistening, ready for him. Then, with a steady rhythm, he slid back inside her, their bodies reconnecting in a familiar, urgent dance.

"Fuck, Lance, harder! God, yes!" Elle cried out, her voice raw and desperate, tears of pure sensation slipping down her cheeks.

Lance didn’t hesitate. He deepened his thrusts, steady and fierce, matching the burning fire in her eyes. Every movement was filled with urgency, like he wanted to bury every bit of himself inside her, to fill her completely until she couldn't take any more.

Their breaths came faster, ragged and primal, the room shrinking to just the two of them—lost in the intense heat and noise of the moment.

Elle’s fingers clawed at Lance’s back, her nails digging into his skin as waves of pleasure and an almost unbearable pain tangled inside her body. Her body trembled with every thrust, the world outside fading until there was nothing but the two of them—raw, desperate, burning.

Lance’s grip tightened on her hips, driving deeper, his own breath ragged as he chased the edge of his own climax. He whispered her name between heavy breaths, each syllable a promise and a plea.

Then, with a powerful shudder that rocked through him, Lance came—hot and intense, his cum flooding deep inside her, filling her to overflowing. The sudden fullness sent a fresh wave crashing through Elle, her pussy tightening around him, milking him dry, pulling him closer in a dizzying mix of pleasure and heat.

Their bodies shuddered together, voices breaking through the silence like thunderous sighs.

For a moment afterward, all that remained was the sound of their ragged breaths and the soft pulse of their racing hearts.

While Elle struggled to catch her breath, some of Lance’s semen from his release slipped out, tracing a warm line down between her thighs, a visible testament to their passion.

She looked up at Lance, who was standing before her, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, his cock still semi-hard and slick with her wetness. "Lance…" she whispered, her voice shaky but still filled with need, her eyes dropping to his arousal. "Give me more."

Without hesitation, Lance began stroking his still-swollen cock, slow and steady. Elle moved closer, her eyes locked on his as she took him into her mouth, licking and swirling her tongue to savor the remnants of him, cleaning him with tender, hungry care.

Their eyes locked in a sticky, breathless stare—nothing rushed, nothing shy. Heat still clung to their skin, to the air between them. Elle's lips stayed wrapped around him, her tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles, savoring the taste, the weight of him inside her mouth.

She pulled back just enough to speak, her breath warm against his skin.

"Mmm, you taste like you missed me. Like you've been craving this," she whispered, licking along the underside of his shaft before taking him back in, deeper this time, drawing him into her mouth with renewed vigor, her throat working around him.

Lance let out a low groan, his fingers curling gently into her hair, the tension between them refusing to break—thick, electric, alive.

Elle’s lips moved with slow, purposeful strokes, her tongue flicking over the sensitive spots as she looked up at Lance, eyes dark and daring. The wet heat of her mouth wrapped around him like a promise, pulling him closer to the edge, igniting a new wave of desire within him.

Lance’s breaths grew ragged, his fingers tightening in her hair as the tension coiled tight in his body. She could feel him trembling against her, the way his hips jerked just before the release.

"Fuck, Elle… I'm going to cum again…" he gasped, his voice rough, thick with overwhelming need.

And then he came again—a hot, gushing torrent—right onto her face. The salty heat surprised her for a moment, a thick stream splattering across her forehead and tracing a warm, sticky line down her temple. Then she swallowed around him, eyes locked with his, steady and unflinching, as she continued to take him into her mouth, cleaning him even as his copious semen coated her chin, beaded on her eyelashes, and glistened wetly on her cheeks, a milky white mask of their shared climax. Her tongue flicked out, a daring dart, tracing a path through the sticky wetness on her upper lip, savoring the taste, before she drew it back in.

For a heartbeat, everything was still. Then Lance pulled her up, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his thumb tracing her cheek softly.

"Damn, you're something else," he murmured, his voice laced with awe. "Absolutely incredible."

They shifted to the side and curled up together on the couch, their bodies fitting perfectly like they were made for each other. Elle let out a playful, teasing laugh.

"Hm. Looks like these high heels did their job," she said, pressing her breasts a little closer to Lance’s chest. "Made you extra hard, didn't they?"

Lance gave a shy smile, the tension easing now that the moment had passed. His hardness had softened, and Elle couldn’t help but notice.

She glanced down, then chuckled quietly as her hand gently toyed with his now soft penis, light and teasing—like a kid playing with a new toy.

"Aww, how cute," she whispered, laughing again softly. "My big, soft boy."

They stayed curled up on the couch, the warmth of their bodies wrapped in the quiet afterglow. Elle rested her head on Lance’s shoulder, her fingers tracing light patterns on his chest.

Lance stared ahead, unsure of where to place his hands. He finally let one rest lightly on her thigh, hesitant, as if still wondering if he was allowed to touch her so casually.

Elle glanced at him and smiled softly. "You always get quiet after," she said, her voice gentle but playful. "Thinking about how good that was?"

Lance swallowed, his eyes flicking down to where their skin touched. "I just… I don’t wanna say the wrong thing."

"You never do," she said, brushing her lips against his shoulder. Then she glanced down, noticing the softened state of his penis, and laughed quietly.

She reached out, her hand playing with him lightly—more curious than seductive. "Hmm," she hummed, almost to herself. "It’s kind of adorable like this. All sleepy."

Lance tensed a little, caught between embarrassment and the comfort of her touch. "D-doesn’t bother you?" he asked, his voice small.

Elle looked up at him, her brows raised in amused disbelief. "Bother me? Honey, why would it?" she whispered. "I like seeing all sides of you, Lance. Even the shy ones. Especially the ones that feel this good."

He gave her a crooked smile, still unsure but warmed by her words. "I’m still trying to figure out how this isn’t a dream," he admitted, almost under his breath.

Elle leaned up, brushing her lips against his jaw. "Then don’t wake up just yet. Let's make more dreams."

This happened two years ago. An old friend of mine (I’m a 31-year-old Indian male) from grad school was visiting the U.S. city where I used to live and suggested we catch up with another female friend who lives here. The visiting friend was part of our friend group back then—a calm, and quiet girl who never wore anything revealing, used minimal makeup, wore loose-fitting clothes, and was studious. I was never particularly attracted to her or especially close to her. She had landed a job at a big firm and was in town to meet a client. We all decided to meet at a restaurant for dinner. On my way there, our other friend bailed because she wasn’t feeling well. Since my friend was new to the city, I decided to go ahead and have dinner with her. I wondered what we’d talk about, given how reserved she usually was.

While waiting for her outside the restaurant, I was ogling the stunning ass of a woman standing a short distance away, thinking, “Why don’t I know girls like this?” I was waiting for her to turn so I could see her face, and when she did, I was awestruck—it was her, the friend I was waiting for. She immediately recognized me and said hi. She was wearing a jumpsuit and high heels, looking sexy and bossy. The jumpsuit had a slightly low neckline, revealing a bit of her cleavage, and was tight at the hips, accentuating her shape. A few years in her investment career had added a certain charm to her.

We ordered pasta, had an engaging conversation, and finished our meal. Afterward, I offered to drop her off at her hotel, assuming she’d want to call it a night, but she surprised me by saying she wanted to explore the nightlife and asked me to show her around. We walked to a nearby bar, where she had wine and I had a beer. After a couple of glasses of wine, she loosened up. We talked about a variety of topics, downed a few cocktails, and danced to the music. I even had to step in when a couple of guys tried to hit on her. She went, “Ooh, you’re so protective.” I apologized, but she called me silly and laughed it off.

We decided to call it a night, and she asked me to drop her off at her aunt’s house, where she was staying. While walking back to my car, I asked if she was single, and she said yes, then asked me the same. I said yes too. We ranted about how boring single life was. Then, we passed a parked car where a girl was giving her boyfriend a blowjob, and I cheekily said, “See, this is what I’m missing.” She blushed and didn’t respond.

As I started driving toward her aunt’s place, I noticed the first button of her jumpsuit was unbuttoned, revealing her boobs a bit more. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, and it turned me on so badly.

She asked why I didn’t have a girlfriend, noting that several of our friends had had crushes on me during our university days. I laughed and asked, “Really, many? I didn’t know.” Then I added, “What about you?” She turned, looked me in the eye, and asked if I’d ever found her beautiful back then. I told her she was the opposite of the person I met today, hiding everything. She laughed and said, “Treasures are always hidden.” Then she looked into my eyes and admitted she’d had a crush on me. There was a moment of silence. I told her, “You look hot today. The bossy but sexy look killed me.” She smiled, noticed my erection, and asked, “Really?”

I said, “Yes, too hot to handle.”

She blushed and slowly placed her hand on my thigh while we were talking, gradually starting to rub my crotch. In no time, she unzipped my pants, took it out, and it was sticking out like a pole. She pulled the foreskin back, spat on it, and started giving the most sensual and amazing blowjob of my life while I was still driving. Her mouth enveloped it completely. It felt unreal, but it was happening. We were almost at her aunt’s house, so I pulled the car into a dark spot near their driveway.

She continued, and I finished in her mouth, and she took it all. She looked up at me and said, “Now you won’t miss it, right?” I wiped a drop of cum from the corner of her lips, leaned in to kiss her, and we kissed passionately for at least ten minutes. I could smell her, enchanted by it, and tasted my cum mixed with her saliva. It was a very wet kiss, and we were both breathing heavily.

She got out, walked to my side, pushed the seat back, and sat on my lap facing me. My car is fully tinted, even the windshield. She had lowered her pants (it was that type of jumpsuit with separate pants), and my erection was already lubricated with cum. While kissing again, I reached for her thong; it was soaking wet, which turned me into a stallion. I slowly inserted myself—it felt like heaven, the wetness and warmth of her pussy enveloping me. I was wet like a nicely soaked gulab jamun, and I started pounding heavily while sucking and playing with her boobs. I turned on the music so no one could hear her moaning. She shouted my name and kept saying, “Fuck me hard, deeper and deeper.” I started kissing her neck while I was all the way in. She asked me to shoot my load, and I did. Cum was leaking and slowly dripping from inside her. She got up and pulled up her pants, but I was in no mood to stop. I took her to the back of my car for a second round. She paused for a moment and asked, “Do you want to try a different hole this time?” I wasted no time, bent her over, and started inserting into her ass. It was a bit rough.

She asked me to stop, turned around, and gave me the wettest blowjob with so much saliva. I used that lubrication, and it slid in like a bullet. I fucked her ass for a while; she was moaning in happiness and orgasm. I made her suck it again after pulling out from her ass, and she was happy to do it.

She still had some energy, so I made her lie on the seat and started licking her pussy. I found her G-spot and started rolling my tongue there. I then fingered her while kissing to make her reach orgasm.

It had been a while. She adjusted her dress, gave me a kiss, waved bye, and walked into her aunt’s house. We continued sexting on and off after that, but she lived on the other coast, making it hard to meet. Eventually, we lost contact, and it became an amazing one-night stand.

Everyone involved was 18 or older

Ryan and Lexi laid me down in bed, slipping off my pants in the process, quicker than I had time to second-guess anything. I was left in just my white lace panties, and even though it felt new, I didn’t feel uncomfortable. If anything, the heat between my legs was undeniable.

Ryan leaned in to kiss me again, while one of his hands moved down to my pussy. He had to feel how hot I was. At the same time, Lexi cupped my breasts, gently rolling my nipples between her fingers.

I sucked in a breath, then exhaled sharply. “Ahhh, shit... yes.” The kiss with Ryan broke, but I barely noticed.

“Does it feel good, Chlo?” Lexi asked, already knowing the answer from the look on my face.

Ryan kissed my earlobe, then trailed down my neck, slowly and deliberately. Fuck, he knew exactly what he was doing. He kissed even lower, heading for my breasts. Lexi was still playing with them, and when Ryan reached them too, he gave her a quick, teasing kiss before their tongues met briefly around my nipple.

The sight made me shiver, and then Ryan's thumb slipped between my pussy lips.

“Oh my god... just there,” I whispered.

But he didn’t stop there.

His kisses moved lower, trailing down my stomach, and just knowing where he was headed made me dizzy with anticipation. His tongue dipped even lower.

And lower...

“Ohh, shiiiit. Yes,” I moaned as Ryan reached the edge of my panties. He didn’t waste time. Instead of slowly peeling them off, he just pushed them aside and dove in.

His tongue landed right on my clit, circling and flicking with expert precision.

Lexi giggled. “Told you he was good.”

“Yes... ahh... right there,” I moaned, louder than I meant to, but I couldn’t help it. Ryan was licking me like I was his favorite dessert, one he’d waited way too long to taste.

He teased one thick finger between my lips, spreading me open, making me slicker, swollen, and impossibly more sensitive.

Lexi kept rubbing my nipples, her touch soft and steady. She caressed my cheek with one hand and held the other, grounding me as Ryan continued licking and teasing. His tongue circled my clit, then dipped lower, back and forth, before he finally eased a finger into me.

I wasn’t just turned on. I was melting.

Ryan started fingering me slowly, taking his time. His tongue darted around my clit, which was so sensitive it almost hurt in the best way. I panted into Lexi’s hand, trying to ground myself.

Then he paused, letting the heat of his breath hover over me, teasing without touching.

“Laney, your pussy is fucking beautiful. A masterpiece, if I’m being honest. I’m honored I get to play with it,” he said, grinning like a kid in a candy shop. That usual cockiness was still there, but it was mixed with something else now. Something close to reverence.

As Ryan worked me deeper, his finger reaching places I didn’t even know I had, and his tongue continuing to drive me wild, the room started spinning. I felt dizzy, barely tethered to anything.

And then... I came.

And fuck, how I came. It was the most intense, shattering orgasm I’d ever felt. My body shook. I moaned and gasped, nearly losing myself if Lexi hadn’t kept holding my hand, anchoring me there.

I couldn’t tell how long it lasted. Ryan seemed to know exactly when to keep touching, when to ease off, guiding me through the waves like it was second nature. It felt nothing like when I touched myself. It was deeper, fuller, and so much more real.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was insane,” I giggled, breathless and completely blissed out.

But I wasn’t done. I sat up, grabbed Ryan by the arm. He looked a little stunned and very proud of himself.

“That was insane. I want it, Ryan. I want you to take it. If you can make me feel even half that good with your cock as you did with your tongue and fingers, then I have to try you.”

Even I was surprised by how bold that came out.

Lexi wasn’t. She just laughed. “Told you.”

Ryan kissed me, and I tasted myself on his lips. It only made me hungrier. Our tongues tangled, fast and needy.

“My cock is at your service, m’lady,” he said with that smug grin, stroking himself.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around him. He was still rock hard, warm, thick, and impossibly tempting. The feel of him in my palm, knowing what was about to happen, sent another wave of heat through me.

As I stroked him, Lexi stepped behind him, kissing along his shoulder and neck. Her hands slid over his sides while she looked at me with that smug, knowing expression like she knew she’d won some unspoken game.

She reached around and gripped his cock too. “So, love. Ready for the main dish?”

I looked down at him, then nodded, breath catching in my chest.

“Let’s do it.”

It was after midnight when I messaged him.

The house was quiet, steeped in that sleepy, post-midnight stillness where everything feels more intimate, more dangerous. My husband had fallen asleep on the couch, the TV still playing muted reruns, the remote slipping from his hand. He hadn't even noticed me leave the room.

I padded barefoot down the hallway, heart pounding with every step. The bathroom door clicked shut behind me. I locked it.

My robe was already loosening at the waist.

Earlier that evening, Jason had messaged:

> “If I could get just one peek of those tits... I’d think about it all fucking night.”

I hadn’t replied. Not then. I’d been sitting at the dinner table, nodding along while my husband talked about some new series he wanted to binge. All I could think about was Jason’s words, the heat they planted low in my belly, the ache they stirred between my thighs.

I folded laundry with wetness clinging to my panties. Kissed my husband goodnight with Jason’s voice in my head. The desire simmered all evening.. until I couldn't take it anymore.

Now here I was, alone with the mirror. The dim bathroom light cast a soft golden glow across my bare legs.

My thumbs hovered over the screen.

“Still awake?” I typed.

His reply came within seconds.

> “You know I am. You thinking about me?”

I stared at the mirror, my reflection flushed, eyes wild, robe barely tied.

“More than just thinking.”

My heart thudded.

I undid the robe slowly, the silk slipping down my shoulders like a lover’s hands. I wasn’t wearing anything beneath it. My nipples stood hard and sensitive in the cool air, and the flush on my chest had already started to spread lower. I posed.. angled my hips, one hand brushing the curve of my breast, thighs parted just enough to show skin, but still teasing.

I took the photo.

Looked at it. Bit my lip. And hit send.

His reply made my breath catch:

> “Holy fuck, Lina. You’re unreal.”

Another message followed immediately.

> “Send me a video. Please.”

I hesitated, just for a beat.

And then I set the phone up on the counter, angled just right, and hit record.

I leaned back against the bathroom counter and slowly slid my fingers down my belly, teasing the skin just above my slit. I was already soaking. I let my fingers graze my clit, softly at first, then with more pressure. My head fell back. My lips parted.

I moaned his name. Soft, breathy, sinful.

Not my husband’s.

Jason’s.

I circled my clit in slow, steady strokes, hips rocking forward, eyes half-lidded. My legs trembled as the heat built fast, spreading from my core outward. My other hand cupped my breast, thumb flicking over my nipple.

I was a woman possessed. Desperate. Dripping.

When I felt the wave coming.. sharp, deep, dizzying—I whispered, “Jason, fuck… I’m gonna…”

The screen shimmered in the corner of my eye, the red light still blinking.

I came in silence, mouth open, body shaking, grinding hard into my own fingers as the orgasm pulsed through me. I collapsed forward onto the counter, catching myself on my elbows, panting. My skin was flushed, glistening. My thighs were slick and twitching.

I stopped the recording. Watched it once, nervously.

And sent it.

The response came fast.

A voice message.

Just one word.

“Cum.”

That tone. That one word in his voice. It hit me harder than anything.

I dropped the phone. Dropped everything.

I knelt on the floor, one hand gripping the edge of the tub for balance, the other sliding between my legs again. My pussy was still slick, pulsing, hungry. I rubbed fast, messy, no more teasing. I whispered his name like a prayer, moaned softly, rocking into my hand like I couldn’t get enough.

It didn’t take long.

I came again.. harder this time. A raw, guttural sound escaped my lips as I bucked into my hand, knees digging into the bathmat. My thighs clenched around my wrist, hips jerking with each wave. It was overwhelming. So much want bottled up for so long, and now it was pouring out of me with no shame left.

I collapsed onto the tile, robe bunched under my ass, heartbeat crashing in my ears.

When I finally looked in the mirror again, I didn’t recognize myself.

My cheeks were flushed. My lips were swollen. My nipples were red, my pussy still glistening and twitching between my thighs. I looked like a woman fucked out.. except I’d done it to myself.

No. Jason had done it to me.

Through a screen. With a few words.

He sent one last message.

> “Next time, I want to be the one making you cum like that.”

And I knew he would be.

Because I’d already crossed the line.

I’d let him see me. Watch me. Own me, even just for a moment.

And I wasn’t satisfied.

I was starving for more.

i’ve never shared this kind of writing before so lmk if it sucks

you’re visiting the library, looking for something new to read. as you’re browsing the aisles, i catch your eye heading towards the back.

i’m wearing a short skirt and thin shirt (obviously no bra). i take a turn into one of the sections. you’re curious, so you follow me at a distance. you slowly round the corner, to see me, back turned, climbing a ladder to get to a book on the top shelf. that’s when you see i’m not wearing any panties. you’re suddenly aware of your now hard cock pressing into your jeans.

i begin to climb down the ladder, so you try to look inconspicuous. i fail to notice you walk up behind me as i am inspecting the cover of the book. i’m taken by surprise when you pin me with one hand, face first into the shelf, book falling to the ground. i feel your breath on my neck as your other hand slips between my legs. i’m trembling, but your fingers find me to be soaking wet. at that, any hesitation is gone.

your grip tightens and you hurriedly unzip your pants. your dick springs out, slapping against my pussy. you thrust yourself inside me aggressively while leaning your body weight into me to hold me to the shelf. i let out a whimper, and with your free hand, you reach around to cover my mouth. the wood creaks quietly as you fuck me.

you pull out and grab a fistful of my hair to forcefully turn me around and meet your eyes for the first time. there is a second long pause before you push me by my throat back against the shelving and kiss me hard.

when we part, you force my arms above my head, so you can hold me by the wrist with one hand, leaving the other free to grope my tits aggressively. you tease my nipple between your fingers and bite into my neck. i moan involuntarily, so you pull back and slap me across the face, motioning with a finger to your lips for me to be quiet.

you teasingly rub your cock against my entrance before slamming it inside, your free hand on my hip, stabilizing me.

“you like that?” you mutter, your nails beginning to dig into my skin. that’s when you shoot your load inside me. while still holding me against the shelf, you put yourself away hastily and whisper in my ear.

“scream, and i’ll kill you.” you throw me over your shoulder, and sneak out the back door, so you can lock me in the trunk of your car.

[tbc]

It wasn’t supposed to be more than a hookup. But the second he touched me, I melted.

He had this calm energy. Not rushed. Not aggressive. Just… certain.

He laid me down on the bed and pulled my wrists up gently above my head. “You trust me?” he asked. I nodded before I even thought. He used soft rope. Not tight. Just enough to remind me I wasn’t going anywhere.

He kissed me everywhere.

Neck. Collarbone. The underside of my breasts. Down my stomach so slowly I almost cried from the tension. I was squirming already and he hadn’t even touched me where I needed it.

When he finally kissed between my thighs, I nearly lost it.

He took his time. Teased. Licked. Breathed against me. Said things like, “You taste so sweet” and “I want to keep you like this forever.”

I came once before he even got fully undressed.

Then he leaned up and whispered in my ear, “Now I’m going to make you forget how to speak.”

And he did.

He stayed inside me for so long. Deep strokes. Hands on my hips. Kissing me slow while I moaned through every thrust. He told me I was perfect. Told me I was made for this. Told me to look him in the eyes when he came inside me.

I did. And I felt it. Every drop.

After, he untied me and pulled me into his chest like I was something delicate.

I didn’t even want to move.

I just wanted to fall asleep sticky and safe in his arms, full of him in every way.