u/MissMischiefxy

I’m 22 and he’s 24. Sean has been my best friend for almost three years. We’ve always been close. Movie nights, late talks, teasing each other mercilessly, but nothing more. Until last weekend.
We were at my apartment after a couple of drinks. The conversation turned flirty, then suddenly honest. He admitted he’d been curious about pegging for a long time but had never trusted anyone enough to ask. My heart was racing. I was nervous as hell, but the idea lit something inside me I didn’t expect. I told him I’d been watching videos lately and was curious too. One thing led to another, and we decided to try it that night.
He went to clean up while I pulled out the strap-on I’d secretly bought two weeks earlier and a big bottle of lube. When he came back, we started slow. We made out on my bed like we’d both been waiting years for it. I kissed down his chest, took his cock into my mouth, and felt him throb against my tongue. Then I moved lower.
I poured lube on my fingers and gently circled his hole with my thumb, just like I’d seen. He let out this shaky breath that turned into a soft whimper when I pressed inside. That sound did something to me. Heat flooded between my legs instantly. I sucked him deeper while my thumb worked in and out, loving how he trembled under me.
“Fuck… that feels so good,” he moaned, his hand gently gripping my hair.
I switched to my pointer finger, then added a second. By the time I had three fingers slowly fucking him, stretching him open, Sean was gone. He was whimpering my name, hips pushing back against my hand, completely lost in it. I had never seen him like this. My strong, funny, confident best friend was reduced to needy moans and trembling legs. I was soaked.
I pulled my fingers out, wiped them, and buckled on the strap. The medium-sized dildo looked intimidating, but the way Sean looked at me, eager, trusting, a little nervous, made me feel powerful. I lubed it generously and pressed the tip against his hole.
“Ready?” I whispered.
He nodded. I pushed forward slowly and watched the head pop inside him. His eyes fluttered shut and he let out the deepest groan. Inch by inch I sank into him until my hips were flush against his ass. The sight of my strap buried inside him made my clit throb.
I started moving. Gentle, long strokes at first, finding my rhythm. Sean‘s moans got louder, more desperate. I leaned over him in missionary so I could see his face. Every thrust made his cock twitch between us. I wrapped my hand around him and stroked in time with my hips.
“Oh my god… keep going,” he begged, voice breaking.
I fucked him a little harder, stroking him faster, kissing his neck. His whole body tensed. He cried out my name as he came harder than I’d ever seen anyone cum. Thick ropes across his stomach and chest while I kept thrusting through it. The sounds he made were unreal.
When he finally came down, breathing hard and looking dazed, I pulled out carefully. We cleaned up a little, then he flipped me onto my back. He ate me out like a man starving, two fingers curling inside me while his tongue worked my clit. I came so hard I saw stars, shaking against his mouth.
We lay there afterward, sweaty and tangled, laughing softly in disbelief.
“I can’t believe we waited this long,” he murmured against my neck.
“Me neither,” I whispered, tracing circles on his chest. “But we’re definitely doing that again.”
That night changed everything between us. What started as curiosity became the most intense, intimate sex I’ve ever had. I had no idea pegging my best friend would feel this good, both the power and the connection. I’m still smiling just thinking about it.

I (f22) had known Jake for almost as long as I had known my husband. He was my tall, loud, athletic best friend I used to laugh at when he tried to talk to girls . We used to joke about how big he was everywhere after that one beach trip where his swim trunks left very little to the imagination. I would catch myself staring sometimes, then feel guilty and push the thought away.

My husband (m28), Chris, was the love of my life. Sweet, attentive and safe. But safe does not always light the same fire.
It started one drunk night after the three of us had been hanging out. Chris and I were in bed when he suddenly confessed, his voice shaky with arousal. “I get hard thinking about you and Jake. Like, him actually fucking you.” I thought he was joking at first. But the way his cock throbbed against my thigh told me he was serious.

From that night on, it became our dirty little secret. He would fuck me while whispering about Jake stretching me open, how I would look with a bigger cock inside me, how hot it would be to watch.
The teasing went on for months. Flirty texts, lingering hugs when Jake came over, me accidentally wearing tighter clothes around him. Chris loved every second of it. One evening when Chris was working late, I finally did it. I texted Jake: “Come over. Chris knows and he wants this.” Jake showed up twenty minutes later, confused but clearly excited.

Chris had already hidden in our walk-in closet with the door cracked open, phone recording, stroking himself. I left the bedroom lights on bright so he would not miss anything.
Jake did not waste time. The second the door closed he grabbed me, kissing me like he had been waiting years for this. His hands were rougher than Chris’s, bigger, more demanding. He stripped me fast and bent me over the edge of our marital bed. The same bed I slept in every night with my husband. When he pulled his cock out, I actually whispered “holy fuck.” He was noticeably thicker and longer, heavy in my hand.

He pushed inside me slowly at first, letting me feel every inch. I moaned loud enough that I am sure Chris heard it clearly. The stretch was intense. That full, almost too much pressure that made my legs shake. Jake groaned, “God, you’re tight,” and started thrusting harder, his hips slapping against my ass. I looked toward the closet and locked eyes with Chris through the crack in the door. He was jerking furiously, mouth open, completely lost in the sight of his best friend railing me.

Jake fucked me like he owned me. He flipped me onto my back, threw my legs over his shoulders, and drove deep. Every thrust hit spots Chris had never reached. I came hard the first time, crying out Jake’s name, my pussy clenching around his thick cock. That sent Chris over the edge in the closet. I heard him moan as he came.

But Jake kept going. He fucked me through two more orgasms, manhandling me however he wanted. Doggy style with my face pressed into the pillow Chris sleeps on, then riding him reverse cowgirl so Chris could see everything. The wet sounds, the way my tits bounced, Jake’s low grunts. It was all too much. When Jake finally buried himself deep and came inside me, I felt pulse after pulse of his load flooding me. It was so much it leaked out immediately when he pulled out.

Chris stepped out of the closet, dazed and hard again, staring at my stretched, cum-dripping pussy. He crawled between my legs and licked me clean while Jake watched with a satisfied smirk. That night broke something in the best way possible.

When my boyfriend suggested we go to Mexico for our anniversary, I expected romantic dinners, beach walks, and lots of sex between just the two of us. What I didn’t expect was him getting hard every time he talked about me wearing my tiniest bikinis and “seeing what happens.”

The first two days were pretty normal …sun, margaritas and him fucking me every night while whispering filthy ideas. On the third afternoon at the resort pool, he dared me to flirt. “Just see if anyone bites,” he said. I laughed it off at first, but the tequila and the way he kept staring made me bold.
That’s when Marco noticed me. Tall, probably 6’4”, dark olive skin, massive shoulders and a very confident European accent that made my stomach flutter. He was vacationing alone from Spain. We chatted at the swim-up bar while my boyfriend watched from our loungers.

Every time I glanced back, he had this hungry look. Later that evening he pulled me aside and admitted it: “I want to watch you with him. Tonight. If you want it.”
My heart was pounding so hard I could barely speak. But I did want it. The idea of this big stranger taking me while my boyfriend watched had been secretly turning me on since the pool.
We invited Marco for drinks at our suite. The tension was insane. Within twenty minutes he had me pressed against the balcony door, kissing me deep while my boyfriend sat in the armchair across the room, already palming himself through his shorts. Marco’s hands were so big on my body. When he picked me up like I weighed nothing and carried me to the bed, I looked over at my boyfriend and saw pure lust on his face.

Marco stripped me slowly, then took off his own clothes. His cock was thick and heavy …so perfect. I gasped when I wrapped my hand around it. My boyfriend groaned loudly at the sight.
He didn’t go slow. Marco pushed my legs wide open and slid into me in one long, steady thrust. I cried out loud. The stretch was so intense it bordered on pain before melting into overwhelming pleasure. He was so deep. Deeper than I’d ever felt. Every thrust made my tits bounce and my toes curl. My boyfriend was stroking furiously now, his eyes glued between my legs where Marco’s thick cock kept disappearing inside me.

“Fuck, look at her take it,” Marco said with a smirk, glancing at my boyfriend. He fucked me harder, folding me in half, then flipped me onto all fours so I was facing my boyfriend. I couldn’t stop moaning. The wet sounds of him slamming into me filled the room. My boyfriend kept whispering “You’re so fucking hot like this” over and over.
Marco lasted forever. He took me in every position. Missionary, doggy, riding him while facing my boyfriend so he could see everything. I came the first time on his cock while bouncing on top of him. The second time he had me pinned down, pounding me so deep I almost blacked out . My boyfriend came watching that one, spilling all over his own hand.

But Marco wasn’t done. He flipped me onto my back again, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and fucked me with long, powerful strokes until he buried himself to the hilt and came hard inside me. I felt every pulse. The warmth flooding me pushed me into another shaking orgasm. When he finally pulled out, his cum poured out of me onto the sheets. My boyfriend crawled closer, staring at my stretched, dripping pussy like he was in a trance.

So yesterday I went to my first spinning class at 8PM after work, but the thing is I’ve been edging myself for 10 whole fucking days and let me tell you my pussy was throbbing from the slightest sensations…I couldn’t hold back and just came on the seat…

The day went pretty easy at work. I didn’t think it would have THAT impact on me, but I think deep down my little goonette brain knew what was going on, so I joined the class. I got the bike ready, sat down and immediately felt a little pulsating in my pussy. Fuck that will definitely be harder than I thought because for everybody who did spinning before: you know that you’re rubbing on the seat like crazy during the class.
The first few minutes, I tried to clench as hard as possible to not feel any horny feelings, but that didn’t work for my little slutty body.

Then the coach said we need to go faster and faster and my clit was at this point just rubbing against the seat like I was starving for that orgasm. I completely forgot that it was sitting in that class and almost moaned…FUCK. I was edging now very clearly because I thought I had full control over what was happening, I mean I’ve been going for 10 days. I know my body right?? I was WRONG! In a second I just felt that I was throbbing and I just lifted myself up from the seat so I couldn’t drop further because I definitely would’ve done it and everybody would’ve seen it and that’s what I wanted to prevent. But I was squirming on that seat and I felt a little bit of my juices gushing out. That orgasm has been sitting for 10 days and it was so intense, even though I ruined it. Luckily, the lights were quite low, and the music was pumping because I swear I was moaning…

I feel so embarrassed, that I lost my streak because of something so stupid but somehow it is so hot thinking someone could’ve seen that… I’m just a dirty horny slut lol. I think I’ll go to spinning more often again.

„Hurt me,“ he whispers, barely audible.
I shake my head, eyes wide. „Jake… what are you even saying right now?“
„Do it, Emmy. Hurt my balls. Right now,“ he says, his voice was rising with urgency.

A confusing mix of fear and unexpected arousal stirs inside me. I step closer and drive my knee up gently between his legs.
He releases a loud, guttural moan and his whole body trembles. His legs almost give out, but he forces himself to stay standing.
I stare at him in disbelief. „You… you actually want this?“

His face flushes deep red. „Yes. More. I need more from you,“ he pleads,his eyes were so desperate.
My heart hammers wildly in my chest. Ten years of friendship, countless secrets shared, and this side of him is completely new to me….The way he’s looking at me makes heat flood between my thighs.
He breathes shakily. „Please, Emmy. Use your knee again. Harder.“
I hesitate for a moment, then something powerful awakens in me. I pull my leg back and drive my knee up with more force, connecting squarely.

The sound that tears from his throat is raw and needy. His knees buckle and he stumbles forward, gripping my shoulders tightly, panting against my neck.
„Fuck… that’s perfect…“ he gasps. His cock is rock hard and leaking against my dress.
I slide my hand down his chest, feeling his heart racing out of control. „You really get turned on by me hurting you down there?“ My voice sounds thicker, lower.

„I’ve wanted you to own them for years,“ he admits, cheeks burning. „Please don’t stop. Give me everything.“
The nervousness disappears, replaced by a thrilling rush of control. I steady him, step back slightly, and slam my knee up again, harder than before. He cries out sharply, folding forward, hands hovering near but not protecting himself. A desperate whimper escapes as he fights to stay upright for me.

„Jesus, Jake,“ I whisper. I’m soaking wet. Watching my best friend shake and leak because of me is doing things I never expected.
I grab his hair and lift his head. His face shows pure, blissful surrender. „You like being at my mercy like this?“ I ask softly.
He nods frantically. „Completely yours. One more time… please make it really bad.“

A wicked smile curves my lips. I line up carefully and drive my knee up with full strength. Jake drops to his knees with a shattered groan, forehead resting against my thigh as violent tremors run through him.
I gently stroke his hair. „Such a good boy for me,“ I murmur.
His whole body shudders hard at the words.
I sink down to the floor with him, taking his throbbing cock in my right hand while my left hand moves to his aching balls.
„So… is it only the knee strikes, or…“ I squeeze his balls firmly. He moans loudly and thrusts into my fist. „Mmm, I think I’m starting to understand,“ I say with a soft laugh.

I stroke his cock with steady rhythm, but he’s already teetering on the edge. While continuing to pump him, I pinch his balls hard between my fingers, rolling and squeezing them. His eyes widen in shock and overwhelming pleasure.
Looking straight into my eyes, he rasps, „Emmy… I want you to destroy them.“
I giggle softly, still stroking and pinching. „Not yet, handsome. We have so many more nights ahead of us.“
He nods eagerly. I keep working his cock while rhythmically squeezing and pinching his swollen balls. His head falls back, eyes rolling, body shaking wildly.

Suddenly, with a loud, broken cry, he erupts in a powerful hands-free orgasm, spilling all over my dress and thighs.
I had never told him, but making a man cum without any stroking on his dick had always been my ultimate secret fantasy.
Jake looks up at me, slightly embarrassed, breathing heavily. I pull him close and kiss him deeply, passionately, so he knows without any doubt that I loved every single moment …

I became really good at edging in the last few months. I can go for 2 or 3 days but at some point I can only rub for 2 or 3 seconds before my pussy throbs too much and I feel I‘m cumming. And that’s where I fail most of the times cause I don’t stop early enough or I am just too horny and ruin my orgasm by not rubbing through it.

Do you have any ideas what I could do instead of rubbing? Something that doesn’t get so intense so fast?

thank you for genuine help💕

„Kick them.“ he whispers. I shake make head. „NOW KICK THEM EMMY. DO IT.“ Simon screams and a tear drops from his eye down his cheek. A little afraid, aroused and curious I kick him lightly between the legs. He moans loud and squirms. His legs almost give in but he’s still standing. I am shocked…“ do…do you really enjoy this?“ I stutter. He blushes and just goes „again! DO IT AGAIN“ I can hear the need and the urge in his voice. He really wants this. Why does it turn me on?

I hesitate, my heart is pounding so hard it feels like it’s going to jump out of my chest. Simon’s face is flushed, his eyes are watering with that desperate, hungry look I’ve never seen on him before. Three years together and I thought I knew every side of him. Apparently not…
“Again,” he breathes, almost begging. His voice cracks a little. “Please, Emmy. Harder this time.”

A rush of heat floods through me, settling low in my belly. I feel weirdly powerful standing here in front of him while he’s trembling, legs slightly apart, his hands clenched at his sides like he’s fighting not to cover himself. I bite my lip and then swing my foot again, this time with more force. The top of my foot connects solidly with his balls and the sound he makes …gooood the sound he makes…half groan, half whimper. It sends a shiver straight down my spine.

His knees buckle for real this time. He staggers forward, catching himself on my shoulders, breathing hard against my neck. I can feel how shaky he is.
“Fuck… yes…” he gasps. His cock is rock hard, straining against his boxers, twitching visibly. I didn’t expect that. I didn’t expect any of this to make me so wet.
I slide my hand down his chest, feeling how fast his heart is racing. “You really like it when it hurts?” I whisper, my voice is definitely sounding huskier than usual. My fingers brush over the front of his boxers and he jerks against my touch.

“I love it,” he admits with his cheeks burning red. “Especially from you. The way you look at me… like you own them.” He swallows hard. “Do it again, baby. Don’t hold back this time.”
Curiosity and arousal are winning over the nervousness now. I push him back gently so he’s standing straight again, then take a small step back. This time I kick harder, aiming carefully. The impact is sharper and Simon cries out, folding in half…his hands hovering protectively but not quite touching. His moan turns into a low, needy whine as he fights to stay on his feet for me.

“Oh my god,” I murmur, almost to myself. I’m soaked. My clit is throbbing just watching him struggle, watching the tears prick at the corners of his eyes while his cock leaks a wet spot into his underwear.
I grab his hair gently and pull his head up so I can see his face. His expression is pure blissed-out submission. “You’re really mine to hurt, huh?” I say softly, testing the words.
Simon nods frantically. “Yours. Please, Emmy… one more. Make it hurt.”
I smile, something wicked and excited is twisting inside me. I line up my foot again, feeling the strange new thrill of control. This time I don’t hold back at all. The kick lands perfectly and Simon drops to his knees with a broken moan, forehead pressing against my thigh as he shakes.
I stroke his hair, surprised at how much I’m loving this. “Good boy,” I whisper and I swear his whole body shudders at the words.

I sink down to the floor with him and take his rock hard dick inside my right hand, and my left hand slides down to his balls.
“Is it only the kicking ooooor….” I squeeze his balls in my hand lightly before ending my sentence. He moans and thrusts his hips against my hand. “Okay okay I think I get it now” I whisper.

I I slowly start stroking his dick, but I can feel he’s already close, so I wanna make it more interesting I pinch his balls and pull the skin on them carefully. He looks shocked, but also so turned on like… I’ve never seen him like that.
He loves me deep into the eyes and dead ass says “Emmy…I want you to pop them.” I can hear how serious he is about it but I want to be careful. I need them a little longer.
“Not yet baby, we need something to look forward to right?” I giggle.

He nods and I keep stroking him, feeling his dick leaking on my hand and keep squeezing.
I let go, stop stroking and start slapping his balls. His head falls back into his neck and his eyes are turning upwards. He’s shaking like crazy. And before I can stroke again, he shoots a huge load all over me … HANDS FREE!!
I never told him but making him cum hands free was my biggest dream and kink…
He looks at me a little ashamed but I just kiss him deeply to make sure he knows I enjoyed this probably even more than he did.

I (f22) smiled wickedly as I looked down at Jake and Marcus, both of them stripped naked and kneeling on the thick carpet of my living room. Their cocks were already rock-hard, throbbing in anticipation, balls hanging heavy and vulnerable between their spread thighs. God, I loved this moment. The power rush, the way their eyes followed my every move like I was their goddess. I was wearing nothing but a tight black lace bodysuit that hugged my curves, my long legs accentuated by sky-high heels that could do serious damage.

“You two think you can handle me tonight?” I purred, circling them slowly. My voice was low, dripping with lust. Jake was my regular plaything. Tall, muscular, with a thick cock that I loved to torment. Marcus was new, leaner but hung just as impressively, his balls a bit tighter and perkier. I’d invited him over after Jake bragged about how much pain he could take. Time to test them both.
I stopped in front of Jake first, lifting my right foot and pressing the sharp point of my heel right against his left ball. He gasped, eyes widening. “Emmy fuck…”
“Shhh,” I whispered, applying just enough pressure to make him squirm. The feeling of his smooth, warm sac yielding under my heel sent a hot throb straight to my pussy. I was already soaked. I rolled his ball slowly, watching his cock twitch and leak precum. Then I switched to a full sole, trapping both his balls under the arch of my foot and pressing down harder. Jake groaned deeply, hips bucking involuntarily.

Marcus watched, stroking himself without permission. Naughty boy. I turned to him and slapped his hand away with a sharp crack. “Did I say you could touch?” Before he could answer, I kicked lightly between his legs. Enough to make his balls bounce and sting. He yelped, but his cock jerked upward even harder.
I laughed softly, the sound husky with arousal. Kneeling between them, I took Jake’s heavy balls in one hand and Marcus’s in the other, squeezing gently at first, feeling them compress in my palms. “These belong to me tonight,” I said, looking up into their flushed faces. I tightened my grip, digging my nails in just a little. Their moans mixed together. Deep, desperate. My clit was pulsing. I loved how their pain fed my pleasure.

Standing again, I made them lie on their backs side by side, legs spread wide like an offering. I straddled Jake’s face first, lowering my dripping pussy onto his mouth. “Lick,” I commanded. As his tongue dove into me, I reached back and started slapping his balls. Sharp, rhythmic smacks that made his whole body jolt. Each impact sent vibrations through his mouth straight to my clit. I ground harder against his face, moaning loudly.
Marcus was watching, stroking again. I reached over and grabbed his balls, pulling them upward and twisting. “You wait your turn.” But I couldn’t resist. I stood up, dripping wet, and positioned myself so I could alternate. One hard knee drop onto Jake’s balls. Thud. Making him cry out into my thigh. Then a swift kick to Marcus’s sack, watching them tighten and bounce. The sounds they made. Those guttural, broken groans. Had me aching to cum.

I wanted more. I made them kneel again, facing each other, cocks almost touching. Standing over them like a queen, I started a slow, deliberate rhythm: tap, tap, tap with my toes, then harder kicks that lifted their balls and made them grunt. “Look at each other while I bust you,” I ordered. Their eyes locked, faces twisted in pain and ecstasy. I could see their cocks leaking strings of precum onto the floor.
My favorite part came when I grabbed a thin leather crop. I flicked it across Jake’s balls first. Whap. Then Marcus’s. The sharp sting made them both thrust forward helplessly. I alternated faster, my own arousal dripping down my thighs. “You’re both so fucking hard for this,” I breathed, rubbing the crop against my clit between strikes. “Pathetic and perfect.”

I pushed them onto their backs again and mounted Marcus reverse-cowgirl style, sinking my soaked pussy onto his throbbing cock in one smooth motion. God, he filled me perfectly. As I rode him hard, I used my feet on Jake’s balls. Pressing, rolling, occasionally stomping lightly while I bounced. Every downward thrust on Marcus’s dick was matched with pressure on Jake’s aching sack. Their moans blended into one hot symphony.
“Emmy please.” Jake begged.
“Please what?” I laughed breathlessly, clenching around Marcus. I reached down and squeezed Jake’s balls hard while I slammed myself faster. Marcus’s cock swelled inside me. I could feel him getting close. I slapped Jake’s balls one final time. Hard. And that did it. Marcus exploded deep inside me with a shout, filling me with hot cum. The sensation pushed me over the edge. I came hard, grinding and shaking, my toes curling painfully into Jake’s balls as my orgasm ripped through me.

Jake was still throbbing, denied, his balls swollen and red. I slid off Marcus, cum dripping down my legs, and stood over Jake. “Your turn to hurt for me.” I pressed my heel firmly into his balls and stroked his cock with my other foot. It only took seconds. He erupted in thick ropes across his stomach, crying out from the mix of pain and relief.

I stood there, breathing hard, looking down at my two spent, marked boys. Their balls were beautifully bruised, cocks softening but still twitching. I felt like a fucking goddess.

“Clean each other up,” I said sweetly, already thinking about round two. “We’re just getting started.”
My pussy throbbed again at the thought. Nothing hotter than two strong men reduced to whimpering messes by my hands and feet.

I stretched out on the big armchair in the corner of our apartment, wearing nothing but a tiny lace thong and one of Mark’s crisp white dress shirts, unbuttoned so my heavy tits were barely contained. At twenty two I knew exactly what I looked like, blonde hair messy from the day, curves spilling out, and the way his eyes followed every movement.

Mark was 36 now, a senior consultant who spent his days flying between cities telling Fortune 500 companies how to run their businesses. Right now he was on his knees in front of me after just getting home, suit jacket already off, shirt half unbuttoned and that familiar steel cage glinting between his legs.
I had locked him up two weeks ago before he left for Chicago. Fourteen days. I smiled as I dangled the little key between my fingers, letting it catch the light.

“You made it the whole trip without begging me to unlock you over the phone,” I said softly, my voice warm with praise. “Good boy.”
He swallowed hard, eyes fixed on my breasts as I leaned forward. “It was hell, Mistress Emmy. Every night in that hotel room I kept thinking about you.”
I parted my thighs slowly, letting him see how wet the lace already was. “Show me how much you missed me.”
Mark leaned in immediately, pressing his face between my legs, kissing and licking through the fabric until I finally pulled the thong aside and let him taste me properly. His tongue worked eagerly, long slow strokes followed by quick flicks exactly the way I had trained him. I held his head gently with one hand, rolling my hips against his mouth while my other hand played with my nipples, tugging them until they stood out stiff and sensitive.

When I was close I pulled him back by the hair. His face was flushed, lips shiny, and his poor caged cock was straining, leaking steadily.
“Bedroom,” I told him. “Strip and wait for me on the bed.”
He crawled there ahead of me. By the time I walked in he was naked on all fours, back arched, ass presented just like I liked. I took my time stepping into the harness, choosing the thick black dildo tonight, the one with the slight upward curve. I lubed it generously while he watched over his shoulder, breathing fast.

I climbed behind him and ran my hands over his firm ass, spreading him open. “You’ve been so patient,” I whispered, pressing the slick tip against his tight hole and rubbing it in small circles. “I think you deserve to get fucked deep tonight.”
“Please,” he breathed. “I need you inside me, Emmy.”
Hearing him use my name like that always sent a thrill through me. I pushed forward steadily, watching the head disappear inside him, then inch after inch until my hips met his ass and the base of the strap on pressed perfectly against my clit. He let out a long groan, fingers twisting in the sheets.

I started slow, savoring the way his body opened for me, the way he pushed back greedily for more. My heavy breasts swayed with each thrust, brushing against his back when I leaned over him. I reached underneath and gave his full balls a gentle squeeze, then tugged lightly on the cage, making him whimper.
“Faster,” he begged.
I smiled and gave him what he wanted, gripping his hips and driving into him harder. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and his broken moans every time I hit that sweet spot inside him. I fucked him in long, powerful strokes, grinding against my clit with every thrust until I was panting right along with him. My blonde hair stuck to my neck, sweat glistening between my tits as they bounced heavily.

I leaned down, pressing my soft breasts against his back, biting his shoulder while I kept pounding him. “You’re mine,” I whispered hotly. “This cock belongs to me. This ass belongs to me.”
He shuddered hard. I could tell he was right on the edge, aching in his cage. I reached around and stroked the steel, teasing him mercilessly while I fucked him faster, chasing my own orgasm. It hit me hard. I cried out, hips jerking as waves of pleasure rolled through me, grinding deep against him the whole time.
When I finally pulled out he was shaking. I slipped off the harness, lay back on the pillows, and spread my legs wide.

“Come here and thank me properly,” I said.
Mark crawled between my thighs without hesitation, his caged cock dripping onto the sheets as he buried his tongue inside me again, licking up every drop of my orgasm with desperate hunger. I stroked his hair gently, legs draped over his shoulders.

“You did so well, baby,” I murmured. “Maybe tomorrow I’ll unlock you for a little while… if you keep being this good for me.”
He moaned against my pussy, already eager for whatever I decided next. I closed my eyes and smiled, completely satisfied, already imagining how much further I would push him tomorrow.

My hands shook as I, f22, adjusted the hem of my tight black dress in the mirror. The one that hugged my ass and pushed my tits up just right. Alex, my husband of four years, sat on the edge of the bed watching me, his face flushed.
“You still sure, baby?” I asked, turning to him. My voice was soft but my pussy was already wet.

Alex swallowed hard. “Yeah. Fuck, Emmy… I want this. I want to see you get fucked by someone who can actually… you know.”
“Say it,” I whispered, stepping between his legs and running my fingers through his hair.
“Someone bigger. Someone who can make you scream the way I can’t.” His voice cracked with shame and lust.
I kissed him deeply, tasting his nervousness. “I love you. This doesn’t change that. But tonight I’m going to be a slut for him. For Derek.”
The doorbell rang.

Derek was everything Alex wasn’t. Tall, six pack, cocky smirk and the kind of deep voice that made my knees weak. He’d been flirting with me at the gym for weeks. Tonight he walked in like he already owned the place …and me.
“Well, well,” Derek said, his eyes were raking over me. “You look like a woman who needs to get properly fucked.”
Alex stood up awkwardly, offering his hand. “Hey man… thanks for coming.”
Derek laughed, ignoring the handshake and pulling me against him instead. His big hand squeezed my ass right in front of my husband. “No thanks needed. Your wife’s been teasing me for weeks. Time to deliver.”
I moaned softly as Derek kissed me hard, his tongue claiming my mouth while Alex just stood there breathing heavily.

“Tell him, Emmy,” Derek said against my lips. “Tell your husband what you told me on the phone earlier.”
I looked at Alex, cheeks burning. “I told him… that your cock has never made me cum. That I need a real man tonight.”
Alex’s dick twitched visibly in his pants.
Derek grinned. “Strip for us, baby. Show hubby what he’s about to lose for the night.”
I slowly peeled off my dress, revealing the tiny red lace lingerie I’d bought for this. My nipples were rock hard. Derek whistled.
“Fuck, look at that body. Turn around. Show him that ass.”
I did, bending slightly. Derek slapped it hard. The sound cracked through the room.
Alex made a strangled noise.
“Sit down, cuck,” Derek ordered casually. “You’re gonna watch every second.”

We moved to the bed. Derek pushed me onto my back and spread my legs wide, right in front of Alex who pulled up a chair.
“Goddamn, she’s soaked already,” Derek said, running two thick fingers along my slit. “This pussy is crying for me.”
“Please…” I whimpered.
“Please what?” He teased, circling my clit.
“Please fuck me. I need your cock.”
Derek glanced at Alex. “You hear that? Your wife is begging.”
He stood up and dropped his pants. His cock sprang out immediately…thick, veiny, at least 7 inches and rock hard. Alex’s was barely five and thin. The difference was obscene.
I moaned at the sight. “Holy shit…”
“Tell him,” Derek commanded.
“It’s so much bigger, baby,” I said to Alex, reaching out to stroke it. My fingers barely wrapped around it. “It’s going to ruin me.”
Derek laughed. “Damn right it is. Open your mouth, slut.”

I did. He fed me his cock while Alex watched from two feet away. I gagged and slobbered, looking my husband in the eyes the whole time. Saliva dripped down my chin.
“You like watching your wife choke on a superior cock?” Derek asked.
“Yes…” Alex whispered.
“Louder.”
“Yes! Fuck, I love it.”
I sucked Derek sloppily, moaning around him, until he pulled out and flipped me onto all fours, facing Alex.
“Watch this,” Derek said.
He rubbed his fat tip against my dripping entrance, then pushed in…slow, stretching me open. I cried out in pleasure.
“Oh my god… it’s so deep already!”
He thrust harder, bottoming out. His balls slapped against me. The wet sounds were filthy.

“Talk to your husband while I fuck you,” Derek growled, gripping my hips.
“Baby… he’s so much better,” I panted between moans. “His cock is hitting places you’ve never reached. Fuck…right there! I’m gonna cum already!”
Alex was stroking himself pathetically.
“Don’t you dare cum, cuck,” Derek snapped. “You only cum when I say.”
I screamed as my first orgasm hit, my pussy clenching around Derek’s thick shaft. My arms gave out and my face fell into the mattress, ass still up.
Derek didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, harder, spanking me red.
“Tell him whose pussy this is now.”
“It’s yours!” I gasped. “This pussy belongs to you tonight. Alex can have the sloppy seconds… if he’s lucky.”

Hours blurred. Derek fucked me in every position. He made me ride him reverse cowgirl so Alex had the perfect view of my stretched pussy taking every inch. He came inside me the first time while I screamed his name. Then he made me suck him clean while telling Alex how good his cum tasted.
By the third round I was a shaking, cum-drenched mess.
“Please… I can’t take anymore,” I whimpered, even as my body betrayed me, grinding back against him.
“You can and you will,” Derek said, pinning me down in missionary. He looked over at Alex. “You ready for the twist, cuck?”
Alex blinked, still stroking slowly. “What?”
Derek smirked down at me, still buried balls-deep. “Tell him, Emmy.”

I bit my lip, aftershocks still rippling through me. My voice was hoarse. “I… I’ve been fucking Derek for three months already.”
Alex froze.
“Every time you thought I was at yoga or with the girls… I was at his place getting fucked senseless. He’s been breeding me raw since February.”
Derek laughed and started thrusting again, slow and deep. “That’s right. And the best part? She’s not on birth control anymore.”
Alex’s face went white, then flushed deep red. His hand sped up on his cock.
“You… you’re not serious.”
I reached out and touched his cheek gently while Derek fucked me. “I am, baby. And I’m two weeks late. We’re pretty sure it’s his.”
Derek groaned and slammed deep, flooding me again as I came one final time, staring into my husband’s shocked, betrayed, and impossibly aroused eyes.

When Derek finally pulled out, he stood up and patted Alex on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry, man. I’ll let you stay around. Someone’s gotta raise my kid and clean up after I fuck your wife.”
I pulled Alex into a messy, cum-smeared kiss.
“I love you,” I whispered against his lips. “But I need this. And deep down… you do too.”
Alex came all over his own hand without saying another word.
And just like that, everything changed.

Last week I had a full bladder orgasm on the morning train and I was so embarrassed first, but I was edging for weeks and didn’t cum so my pussy was extra sensitive and I just couldn’t control myself🫠

I had been holding it since I woke up, chugging water like a good desperate goonette because the fullness makes my clit throb so much harder. The train was packed, no seats, just me standing there squeezed between strangers with my bladder bulging and pressing right against my denied pussy. Every little vibration and jolt from the tracks sent these deep pressure waves through me. My legs were shaking, thighs clenched tight, trying so hard to act normal while scrolling on my phone. I’m such a horny slut that the desperation mixed with all that pent-up edging and suddenly it hit me …this intense, rolling bladder orgasm that made my whole body tense up. My pussy clenched like crazy and warm leaks soaking through my pantyliner while I bit my lip so I wouldn’t moan out loud. I was pretending to just be tired from standing, breathing all shaky like I was out of breath, but really I was cumming hands-free from my full bladder in the middle of all those people.

It felt so fucking good and I was shaking quietly, trying not to let my knees give in, just riding those spasms while the train kept moving. So much more intense than a regular orgasm because of how long I’ve been denied. Now I’m craving it so hard but I’m still a good goonette and want to edge me dumb for weeks🤤 I started doing this on purpose now…loading up on water and edging my clit right before I leave for my commute. I love how my bladder gets so heavy, how my pussy starts clenching naturally from the pressure and my belly gets these desperate butterflies… I get so wet that I’m wearing 2 pantieliners again and my clit throbs like it’s begging. That’s when I know I’m right on the edge. Then I wait a few seconds, breathe through it, and let the train do the rest. Nobody around me knows and that makes it even better.
I’m such a pathetic desperate slut for this now. The risk of leaking more or actually losing it in public while I’m stuck there denied has me gooning even harder at home.