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Last night I was sucking my boyfriend's dick as usual because I just can't get enough of sucking it and feeling it stretch my throat. He was laying on his back, moaning and grunting, telling me how good I was doing it and that made me just wanna suck it even better so I get in a good rhythm, my left hand massaging his balls, the other hand stroking his dick along with my mouth dripping spit all the way down to his ass, next thing I know he takes my left hand and moves it down to his ass and I immediately knew he wanted me to stick my finger in! so with his asshole already being wet from how much spit my mouth was producing and I started massage his asshole with the tip of my middle finger, all while still sucking his dick, then I just barely slide the tip of my finger in and he was telling me yes assuring me that's what he wanted so I gently and slowly kept pushing my finger inside of him and I could tell by the way that he was sounding that he was enjoying every bit of it and he was going to be close to cumming soon, so I finally get my finger in and start gently going in and out massaging the inside making sure I was pleasing his Gspot and devouring his dick, and next thing I know his whole body is convulsing, releasing the biggest load I think he has ever had down my throat and I felt his asshole pulsing around my finger, he came so hard and I felt so accomplished. My pussy was literally DRIPPING. Then he got up off the bed and started fucking me so good from behind until I came all over his dick and he let another load go inside of me. We had discussed me wanting to stick a finger in his ass when he was about to nut before but I wanted him to let me when he was ready and comfortable and knew he could trust me and the fact that he let me do it unexpectedly just turned me on so fucking much that I couldn't even control how violently horny I was. It was an incredible night and I can't wait for him to get off work today so I can get some more. It made me feel so dominant knowing that I was pleasing him so intensely

My BF and I recently stayed at our friends house while they were on vacation so we could watch their dogs. They have a house in the woods with a hot tub and sauna and it’s just outside of town so my bf could still drive to work and I remained there during the day.

While I was alone my curiosity got the best of me and did a little snooping around. Under their bed I found a storage container full of kinky toys, hand cuffs, whips, butt plugs, a strap on dildo, a giant bad dragon dildo.

Quite honestly I was shocked. This is a conservative church going couple and although she has shared a tidbits about their sexlife , she never let on that they were this kinky.

Then … I came across a digital camera. I couldn’t control myself and I had to see what was on there. Clicked it on and the first video I click is my friend with her mouth around his cock. Girl when I tell you this man’s cock was huge, I’m talking so big I gasped. Absolutely beautiful.

I then proceeded to flip through videos of him fucking my friend like I’ve only ever dreamed of getting fucked. Rough, animalistic, hair pulling, spanking, you name it. Just slamming her until she wailed.

I knew my bf wouldn’t be back for hours so I decided to pick one of the dildos and relieve myself. That’s when I noticed that one of the dildos looked exactly like his cock. A quick search on the internet revealed that they must have made a dildo using the “clone a Willy “you can get from a sex toy store.

I pulled that monster out, laid a towel down , and imagined him pounding my pussy, while stuffing this monster in and out of me until I came over and over.

That’s when I decided I had to have one of my own. When my bf left for work the next day I went and bought my own kit from the sex toy shop and made a copy.

I made sure all the evidence was cleaned up and I now I fuck myself silly every chance I get while lusting over my friends bf . My bf has no clue , and has even used the clone on me without knowing that he’s fucking me with his good friends cock.

Before my husband and I started dating, I was in full-on slut mode and needed a place to stay after breaking up with a boyfriend. A friend from work connected me with 3 guys who were renting a 4 bedroom house. They were all single and eventually it led to me spending a lot of time naked at the house and fucking my roommates.

The very first time my husband and I laid eyes on each other, he had stopped by to visit (he was living and working out of town) and I was hurrying butt naked down the hallway toward the bathroom, my face still dripping with his friend’s cum.

He was just standing there, half-smiling, clearly taking in the whole scene. I didn’t know who he was at the time, but he definitely remembered me. He told me later he couldn’t stop thinking about the way I looked slutty, messy, freshly used and how badly he wanted to be the next one to do it to me.

We ran into each other again a couple of months later, started talking, hooked up, and the chemistry was insane.

Now we’re married, and that filthy little cumslut he saw in the hallway? She still comes out to play. For him. For others. And sometimes, for his friends…

My gf (now ex) had a very strong tickling fetish. She had to be tickled to be able to orgasm. One day she said that she wanted to introduce some BDSM in the bedroom. Without asking any questions, I was in! So that night, she lied down on the bed in some amazing lingerie, and said, "I want you to tie me up. My safe word is 'firetruck." Again, without asking any questions, I grabbed the silk ties she was holding, tied her spread eagle, face up on the bed. I started to kiss her and work my hands on her body, and then she whispered, "tickle me, and don't stop..." So I started on her 3rd most ticklish spot, her ribs and belly. She went nuts, laughing, wiggling, and pulling against her ties. After a while, I went to her 2nd worst ticklish spot: inner thighs. She was wild, screaming and bucking. She started to breathe almost too quickly, so I backed off, but she got mad and said, "I didn't say the safe word!" She was really in to it. So to punish her, I went for her worst spot: her underarms. As awesome as it was for me to watch her lose it completely, tears running down her face as she was laughing as hard as I've ever heard her laugh, I starting to think something was wrong. So while continuing the tickle assault on her armpits, I reminded her of her safe word, but she just yelled out, "STFU and keep tickling me!" Her face was turning red, body frantically wrything around, and then...

She didn't orgasm.

She wet AND shat her panties...

I felt so bad, but she didn't. She yelled for me to keep tickling, and then not long after she came.

It was still to this day, the wildest event of my life.

always been a lover of a yandere/ stalker type vibe in a guy (as long as it's consensual!!!) especially from reading smutty books that make me drip.

always had insane sexual chemistry with a guy on my course at college who i was lab partners with last term. he made me blush like crazy and i couldn't stop moaning his name when i touched myself in private so safe to say i was already obsessed. he was pretty forwards as the project came to an end and asked me if i wanted to go for dinner. yes please. we ended up texting loads that night and i mentioned i liked a few dark romances including a few where he stalks her/ dominates her and he kind of went quiet and say goodnight and i was nervous i put him off.

dinner comes around and he comes to pick me up, we eat and he's flirtatious and back to normal but after dinner he says he has a surprise for me. he takes me to this beautiful forest and the sun is setting which is so romantic in my head. this man comes up behind me and whispers in my ear "run. if i catch you, i fuck you where i find you."

my adrenaline was pumping so hard when he started chasing me and i was so turned on it was fucking insane. he stalked me through the woods for about 5-10 minutes while i ran at full speed, when he ended up catching me. true to his word he lifted my skirt up i wore to our dinner date and pulled my panties to the side and fucked me against a tree with his hand around my throat. don't think i've ever cum so hard and probably never will again. the way it felt being chased and then used like a little slut in the forest was fucking incredible and he filled me up so good i couldn't keep my moans in.

excited for date 2

We had been partying all day yesterday and ended up back at our house around 2am. We invited his buddy over for after party at our place and it turned into all of us laying on our couch watching TV together. My bf was snuggling me on the couch and pulled my top up and started playing with my pierced nipples. It felt so good I just closed my eyes on got lost in it for a couple minutes.

I opened my eyes after a few and looked over at our friend and he was watching him play with my tits from the other end of the couch. I asked him if he liked what he saw and that seemed to turn my bf on. “This always gets her so wet when I play with her nipples like this.” He said to his friend.

“Can I play with them?” He asked.

My boyfriend asked me “do you want him to come over here and play with you too?” And I said yes.

This ended up with his friend coming down to our end of the couch and both of them each playing with one of my tits. Sucking on my nipples and getting me so turned on. After awhile our friend asked “so is this working? How wet are you?”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” My bf responded for me- and it was the perfect response. Bf took my shorts off and made me spread my legs- showing me off to our friend. “Look how wet this pretty little pussy is for us”

My bf started playing with my clit and rubbing my wetness around. I was soaking wet so it was extremely obvious to both of them that I was super into this. I leaned back against my bf and our friend started fingering me and eventually ended up with his face between my legs licking my pussy while my bf continued playing with my tits.

Our friend made me cum not long after that and my bf told me to show him how good I am at blowjobs. This turned into me sucking our friends cock while my bf fingered me from behind. He started playing with my ass and getting it nice and wet. Sliding his fingers in both of my holes. I knew I wanted both of their cocks inside me and since he was clearly trying to get my ass ready- I knew bf was down with it too.

I didn’t even say anything to either of them I just got on top of our friend and sat down on his cock and started riding him. My bf knew exactly what to do. He stood up and got behind me and started fingering my ass again. Smacking my ass and telling me what a good girl I am.

I leaned forward more and our friend started sucking and kissing my boobs as I felt my bfs dick pushing against the entrance to my ass.

“I knew you’d take both of our cocks so well,” bf said to me as he slowly slid his cock in further. I was moaning loudly now. I loved the feeling of having their cocks stretch out both of my holes like that. Being groped and spanked and praised. It was the best sex I’ve honestly had in awhile.

We continued on like this until both of them ended up cumming in me. We passed out on the couch all naked together, and when I woke up our friend had already gone home. We have plans to see him again today for the 4th of July and I’m so excited- I hope he and my bf are both up for more tonight!

A few days later, Sarah invited me over to hang out at their house. When I arrived, Sarah was already locked in her room studying hard for a big test. She had her headphones on and told us not to bother her unless it was something important.

Rebecca came out of the kitchen to greet me. She was wearing a loose white button-up shirt and very short denim shorts. The shirt was only half-buttoned, showing a lot of her deep cleavage. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so her big heavy tits moved and bounced with every step. The shorts were so tiny that the bottom of her ass cheeks were visible.

“Hey sweetie,” she said with a warm smile. “Come in. I’m just making some coffee. Want some?”

I followed her into the kitchen. We started talking about normal things at first, but the conversation quickly turned more personal. Rebecca looked a little nervous but also excited.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot these past few days,” she admitted quietly while stirring the coffee. “That kiss we had… I can’t stop replaying it in my head. I’ve never kissed a woman before in my life. I always thought I was completely straight, but now I feel so confused and guilty.”

She looked at me with soft, emotional eyes.

“I feel really bad about it too. You’re my daughter’s best friend. If Sarah ever found out what we did, it would break her heart. I’m supposed to be the responsible mom here, not someone who makes out with her daughter’s friend behind her back.”

I stepped closer to her until our bodies were almost touching.

“I know it’s complicated,” I said. “But I really like spending time with you. That kiss felt really good for me too.”

Rebecca bit her lip. She looked nervous but her eyes were full of want. She stepped even closer. Our bodies were now lightly pressed together.

“I keep telling myself I should stop,” she whispered. “But when I see you,

I just want to kiss you again.”

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I leaned in and kissed her. This time the kiss wasn’t short. It started soft and gentle, but quickly became deeper and hungrier. Her lips felt so warm and soft. She put one hand on the back of my neck and kissed me harder. I put my hands on her waist and pulled her body against mine. I could feel her big soft tits pressing into my chest.

We were making out quietly in the kitchen while Sarah was right upstairs with her door closed. Rebecca let out a small soft moan into my mouth. One of my hands slowly moved down and squeezed her ass under her shorts. She wasn’t wearing any panties. I could feel how warm and wet she was getting.

Suddenly we heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

We quickly pulled apart. Rebecca’s face was flushed red and she was breathing fast. Her nipples were hard and poking through her shirt.

Sarah walked into the kitchen to grab a snack. She didn’t seem to notice anything strange.

“You two okay down here?” she asked casually.

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Rebecca answered, trying to sound normal. “Just chatting about random stuff.”

Sarah took her snack and went back upstairs. The second her door closed, Rebecca looked at me with guilty but very horny eyes.

“This is getting so dangerous,” she whispered. “We really can’t keep doing this here… but I don’t know if I can stop either.”

She gently took my hand and slid it under her shorts again. My fingers touched her bare, wet pussy for a few seconds. She was really soaked.

She let out a soft breath and then pulled my hand away.

Later that night when I got home, I received a text from her:

Rebecca: I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me. This is so wrong but it feels so good. What are you doing to me?

I went to bed that night extremely horny, reading her message again and again.

long story short, ive been getting hit up non stop on tinder ever since I made a new one at the start of the year. I've been unashamedly having as much fun when I can and trying my hardest to keep a self imposed rule to not rack up a huge body count by just accepting as many swipes as I can, but so far this year ive hooked up with 4 seperate men and kept them for decently long stretches as a fwb. The first of the 4 was my first time ever getting with a white guy and since then ive pretty much been hooked on how much attention ive been getting from white men and i swear they make the effort to go above and beyond with me in bed. I dont question it, I just enjoy it😂

Anyways to the actual story here. My current fling has been dicking me down at least once a week now. Sometimes if our schedules line up jusy right we can sneak in a 2nd. Hes very good with his tongue and hands and just this past Sunday, he did something that I think I will always want a man to do from now on🫠 we were on my couch, doggystyle and he stopped what he was doing for a moment and started fingering me from behind. Like I said hes great with his hands and whenever he fingers me it straight up shuts my brain off at first. He does that like finger pulsing thing perfectly. And after a couple of seconds of doing that, this man slid his dick back in me but also between his fingers he had in me, while keeping his fingers in too. I literally had no clue what he even did when he first did that. It just forced a deep from my stomach moan from me. Im not joking ehen I say that I seriously didnt control it, it just slipped out of me. I thought maybe the whole time he was fingering me he didnt have them as fsr in as I thought, and then he suddenly pushed them all the way in? I could feel his fingers obviously and then it was like a much deeper pleasure of the same feeling. I cant really describe it. And THEN, he stsrted doing the pulsing trick, WHILE he stsrted moving his hips again. And omg. You guys. If you are reading this and you have a girlfriend, wife, hookup, whoever. Im telling you, TRY THIS.

I admit I havent had the craziest sex life. Maybe that isnt as I guess "rare" of a move to do to a woman as a man but ive never had someone do that, ive slept with 8 men in my life and I only just now had that done. And I seriously am going to ask him to do it again the next time we hookup because it was such an amazing and unique kind of pleasure

My wife (28f) and I have been together 7 years. She’s always been insanely hot and our sex life has been pretty damn good, but last weekend at our usual lakeside campground something happened that I’m still trying to wrap my head around.

Saturday morning she went to take a shower. I was prepping the boat when I noticed another guy heading the same way. I remembered I’d left the bathroom door unlocked, so I got this weird gut feeling and jogged over. I spotted a crate by the wall, climbed up, and peeked through the cracked high window.

Some random guy had snuck in behind her. She thought it was me at first. She was moaning my name, pushing her ass back against him, telling him how big he felt.

Then she turned around and realized it wasn’t me.
She froze for a second… but she didn’t stop him. She let him keep going. He fucked her hard against the wall, made her cum so hard she squirted, and finished by creampieing her. They even made plans to meet up again later that day.

I watched the whole thing. Couldn’t move. I felt sick to my stomach but I was also harder than I’ve ever been in my life.
She came back to camp acting completely normal, like nothing had happened. We spent the rest of the day on the lake and had dinner like usual.
She still has no idea I saw it.

I don’t know what to do with this. Part of me wants to tell her everything. The other part can’t stop replaying it.
Anyone else ever been in a situation like this?

Chapter I

The university faculty gala was in full swing, a symphony of clinking glasses and whispered conversations. Professor Daniel Mercer navigated the crowd with a practiced ease, his tailored blazer and silvering hair a beacon of authority amidst the sea of academic robes. He was here to schmooze, to network, to maintain the illusion of his own invincibility. Yet, as he stood at the bar, nursing a whiskey, he felt a familiar sense of ennui gnawing at the edges of his contentment.

The bartender, a young man with a friendly smile, slid a glass of red wine across the counter. 'On the house, Professor,' he said. 'For your service to the university.' Daniel raised an eyebrow, a half-smile playing on his lips. 'Service, indeed,' he murmured, taking a sip. Just then, the door to the bar swung open, and in walked a woman who was anything but the usual gala attendee. She wore a worn leather jacket, her short, dark hair framing a sharp jawline. Her eyes scanned the room, landing on Daniel with a challenge that made him pause. 'You look like you could use a drink,' she said, her voice a low, husky drawl. Daniel raised an eyebrow. 'And you look like you could use a lesson in manners,' he replied, his voice dry. The woman chuckled, a sound that was equal parts humor and defiance. 'Well, Professor, I guess we're both in for a treat then,' she said, sliding onto the stool next to him.

She extended a hand. 'Tessa Doyle. And you are?' Daniel took her hand, feeling a spark of something unexpected. 'Daniel Mercer. Professor of Literature.' Tessa's eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise in her gaze. 'Well, Professor, I must say, you're not what I expected.' Daniel leaned in, his voice a low rumble. 'And what did you expect, Ms. Doyle?' Tessa's smile was a slow, sultry curve of her lips. 'I expected someone more... approachable.' Daniel's eyes flashed with a sudden intensity. 'And I expected someone less... presumptuous.' Tessa laughed, a sound that was equal parts challenge and invitation. 'Well, Professor, it seems we have a lot to learn from each other,' she said, her voice a low purr. 'I do enjoy a good debate,' Daniel replied, his eyes never leaving hers. 'And I do enjoy a good fight,' Tessa countered, her voice a low growl. 'Then let's make this a night to remember,' Daniel said, his voice a low, dangerous promise. Tessa's smile was a slow, sultry curve of her lips. 'I do believe you're right, Professor,' she said, her voice a low, husky drawl. 'Let's make this a night to remember.'

As the night wore on, Daniel and Tessa found themselves drawn into a heated debate, their differences colliding in a sultry, subversive dance of authority and defiance. The air between them was thick with tension, a palpable energy that seemed to hum with an electric charge. It was a dance of power and submission, of dominance and surrender. And as the night wore on, Daniel found himself drawn deeper into the enchanting path that Tessa had laid before him, a path that promised passion, danger, and a forbidden love that would challenge the very foundations of his world.

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Chapter II

The downtown bar was a sanctuary of dim lights and low murmurs, a stark contrast to the bustling city outside. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the faint, sweet aroma of Tessa's perfume. She pushed through the heavy door, her worn leather jacket creaking softly, and scanned the room until her eyes found Daniel. He was perched on a stool at the far end of the bar, nursing a drink that looked like it had been there for hours. His silvering hair caught the dim light, and his tailored blazer seemed out of place amidst the casual patrons.

Tessa approached him, her boots echoing on the worn wooden floor. "You look like you're waiting for someone," she said, her voice cutting through the ambient noise. Daniel turned, his piercing blue eyes meeting hers. He raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips. "I was," he said, gesturing to the empty stool beside him. "But I see you've decided to join me."

Tessa slipped onto the stool, her eyes never leaving his. "I thought I might find you here," she said, her voice low. "I couldn't resist the allure of a man who's been sitting alone for so long." Daniel chuckled, a sound that was almost a growl. "And what makes you think I'm lonely?" he asked, his eyes glinting with a challenge.

Tessa leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "Because, Professor Mercer," she said, her hand reaching out to trace the edge of his glass, "you're not the type to sit in a bar alone. You're the type to sit and wait, to watch, to observe. And you're not here because you wanted to be."

Daniel's eyes narrowed, his gaze intense. "And what makes you think you know me so well?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. Tessa smirked, her fingers trailing down the side of his glass. "Because, Professor," she said, her voice laced with a dangerous edge, "I've seen you. I've seen the way you look at me. The way you want to control me, to bend me to your will. And I want to know why."

The air between them crackled with tension, a silent battle of wills. Daniel's eyes darkened, his voice a low growl. "And what makes you think you can handle it?" he asked, his hand reaching out to cover hers. Tessa's breath hitched, her eyes never leaving his. "Because, Professor," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I'm not afraid of you. I'm not afraid of anything." And with that, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "But I am curious," she whispered, her voice laced with a promise. "Very curious."

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Chapter III

The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the heavy velvet curtains, casting a warm, inviting glow over Daniel's apartment. The scent of aged leather and polished wood filled the air, a stark contrast to the bustling streets below. Tessa stood in the entryway, her worn leather jacket clinging to her shoulders, a hint of defiance in her stance. She had never been one for fancy places, but Daniel's apartment was something else entirely. It was a study in contradictions, much like the man who lived there.

Daniel appeared from the shadows, a glass of wine in hand. His tailored blazer was unbuttoned, the sleeves rolled up to reveal tanned forearms. He was a picture of polished elegance, yet there was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, a spark of curiosity that matched her own. "Tessa," he said, his voice a low rumble, "welcome to my sanctuary."

She raised an eyebrow, taking the glass he offered. "Sanctuary? Or just another place to hide from the world?"

He chuckled, a sound that was both warm and intimate. "Both, perhaps. But tonight, it's a place for us to explore each other, to understand the depths of our desires."

Tessa took a sip of the wine, the liquid sweet and smooth on her tongue. She felt a shiver run down her spine, a mix of anticipation and apprehension. This was uncharted territory for her, a world of polished surfaces and whispered secrets. But she was drawn to it, to the challenge it presented, to the man who stood before her, a beacon of authority and defiance.

Daniel stepped closer, his hand reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His touch was gentle, yet it sent a jolt of electricity through her. She leaned into it, her heart pounding in her chest. This was dangerous, she knew. But she had always been a woman who embraced danger, who sought out the forbidden.

Their eyes met, and in that moment, the world around them faded away. There was only the two of them, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating in sync. The air was thick with tension, a sultry dance of authority and defiance. Tessa knew that tonight, they would cross a line, a boundary that could never be uncrossed. But she was ready, ready to embrace the forbidden, ready to explore the depths of her desires with this man who challenged her, who intrigued her, who made her feel alive.

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Chapter IV

The university campus was bathed in the soft glow of dusk, the leaves of the ancient oaks whispering secrets to each other as the wind rustled through their branches. The air was filled with the scent of damp earth and the faint aroma of cooking from the nearby student union. Daniel Mercer, his tailored blazer crisp against the evening chill, walked briskly across the cobblestone path, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. The day had been long, filled with the usual academic rigmarole, but his mind was not on the lectures or the endless piles of grading papers. It was on Tessa Doyle, the cab driver who had become his secret, his forbidden desire.

He had seen her earlier that day, her worn leather jacket a stark contrast to the pristine campus surroundings. She had been waiting for a fare, her dark hair catching the sunlight, her sharp jawline set in a familiar, defiant expression. He had felt a familiar thrill, a mix of excitement and dread, as he had watched her from a distance. The risk of being seen, the thrill of the chase, it was all part of their dance, a dangerous tango of authority and defiance.

As he approached the student union, he saw her again. She was leaning against her cab, her arms crossed, her eyes scanning the crowd. She spotted him and her expression shifted, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. He quickened his pace, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew the risks, the potential exposure of their secret, but he couldn't resist the pull. He needed to see her, to be with her, even if it was just for a moment.

"Professor Mercer," she greeted, her voice a low, sultry purr. "Fancy meeting you here."

He stopped a few feet away, his eyes locked onto hers. "Tessa," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was hoping I might see you."

She pushed off from the cab, her body moving with a grace that belied her tough exterior. "And why is that, Professor?" she asked, her voice laced with sarcasm.

He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "Because," he said, his voice dropping to a low growl, "I can't get you out of my mind."

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Chapter V

The dim glow of Tessa's apartment cast a warm, inviting light over the worn furniture and cluttered bookshelves. The scent of old paperbacks and the faint echo of jazz music from an old record player filled the air. Daniel stood at the door, his tailored blazer and crisp shirt a stark contrast to the casual, lived-in atmosphere of the place. He had been here before, but tonight felt different. Tonight, the air was thick with tension and the promise of something more.

Tessa emerged from the kitchen, a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. Her short, dark hair was slightly disheveled, and her leather jacket was thrown over the back of a chair. She looked at Daniel, her eyes sparkling with a mix of challenge and curiosity. "So, Professor," she said, a smirk playing on her lips, "you wanted to see my humble abode. Here it is."

Daniel stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room. "It's... cozy," he said, the word feeling awkward on his tongue. He had expected something more... refined. But Tessa's apartment was a reflection of her, raw and unapologetic.

She poured the wine, her hands steady despite the nervous energy that hummed between them. "You can take off your coat," she said, handing him a glass. "Make yourself at home."

Daniel hesitated before hanging his blazer on the back of a chair. He took the glass, his fingers brushing against hers. The touch sent a jolt through him, a reminder of the forbidden dance they had been engaged in. He took a sip of the wine, the liquid warm and smooth on his tongue.

Tessa watched him, her eyes never leaving his face. "You're nervous," she said, her voice soft. "Why?"

Daniel looked at her, his gaze steady. "Because I'm here, Tessa. In your apartment. With you." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "Because I want this. And I'm afraid it's not what you want."

Tessa laughed, a sound that was both bitter and sweet. "Daniel, you're a professor. You're supposed to be the one who knows what people want. What makes you think you can't figure me out?"

Daniel smiled, a small, sad smile. "Because you're not like anyone I've ever met, Tessa. You're... unpredictable. And I'm not sure I can handle that."

Tessa stepped closer, her eyes never leaving his. "Then don't handle it, Daniel. Feel it. Let it consume you. Let it make you lose control."

Daniel's heart pounded in his chest. He knew he should walk away. He knew he should leave this place and never look back. But he also knew that he couldn't. Not when Tessa was standing so close, her eyes filled with a hunger that matched his own. Not when he could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her skin. Not when he knew that, for the first time in his life, he was standing on the edge of something truly forbidden. And he was ready to take the leap.

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I was at a party with some long time friends. A friend of mine who we will call Lucy was dating another friend well call Rick, Rick got arrested for drunken public behavior and Lucy was dead tired from drinking half the night. Lucy and I are very close so she asked me to take her to her bedroom. She was asleep before ever even making it there. I tried waking her to drink some water put she was out cold. I was sitting next to her prepping my own drunk self to stand when she rolled over and her Lil skirt shifted over her cute Lil ass. I looked for a second and was about to go but noticed she wasn't wearing panties, I couldn't help myself and I reached down and started very gently touching her. She had that picture perfect pussy pink lips and so very tight. I was instantly hard and leaking when I started touching her. I wiped some pre-cum onto my fingers and rubbed it into her pussy and all around her pussy. I played with her for quite a while. I eventually even tasted her a little and my god she tasted so good. I kissed her lips and put my tongue in her mouth and even rubbed my precum on her face. I pulled out her tits and squeezed and sucked on them. I was so happy to just have this beautiful body to caress and explore in front of me. Eventually it got too much for me and I had to bust. I came into my hand and put my cum in different places like on and around her lips. On her pussy and her thighs. Fuck I know it was taboo but damn it was a great night.

My roommate has brought home some questionable guys in the past, but her current boyfriend is next-level hot. I’ve wanted to fuck him since the second I saw him unfortunately, that was the day she introduced him as her man.

They’ve been together for months, but I knew I had to have that dick. Luckily, I also knew she’d be into it.

A year ago, she got blackout drunk and confessed that she loves watching the guys she’s with fuck other women. She even admitted she watches that kind of porn because it turns her on like crazy. I’m not sure if she remembers telling me, but I’ve been dropping hints for months.

This week, her boyfriend had been openly flirting with me — stopping by my room to chat, walking around shirtless after showers, winking, and making his intentions very clear.

Then yesterday, he called me into her room. I walked in and he was completely naked. My roommate was sitting in her desk chair, legs crossed, watching me with an expectant look on her face.

He told me straight up that he wanted to fuck me while she watched. I was already locking the door before he finished the sentence. He tore my clothes off, kissing and groping every inch of me. He’s so much taller and stronger — he easily lifted me off the ground, forcing me to wrap my arms and legs around him like a toy. I wasn’t sure how I was going to fit his massive cock, but I was desperate to try.

He teased us both for a long time, kissing me deeply, playing with my body until my nipples were rock hard and my pussy was dripping. When his fingers finally slid between my legs, he chuckled at how soaked I was.

“You really want this, don’t you?” he asked.

I moaned out a desperate “yes.”

He put me on my hands and knees on my roommate’s bed, facing her so I had to look her in the eyes. He rubbed his thick cock along my wet slit a few more times before slowly pushing inside me. I gasped as he stretched me open, inch by inch. He took his time, burying himself deep while groaning about how tight I was.

“You feel so fucking good,” he moaned, leaning over me and kissing my shoulder as he started thrusting. The bed rocked hard with every stroke, my tits swinging, little gasps escaping my mouth.

I looked up at my roommate. She was completely mesmerized, watching her boyfriend rail me. He glanced at her too and growled, “Best pussy I’ve ever had,” right before slamming into me harder.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I cried out, back arching as my orgasm ripped through me, my pussy clenching and pulsing around his cock. He groaned loudly and fucked me through it, then buried himself deep and filled me with his cum, pumping every drop into me.

Afterward, he slapped my ass and told my roommate to get a towel to clean me up. As soon as she left the room, he kissed me deeply and whispered that I was too good to give up — and that he’d be having me again soon.

As a young female in a male group I find myself constantly being used and being treated like a good slut…

especially recently, have had about 3-4 sex partners and daily masterbation ontop, the sex partners are amazing at what they do. They’re all males and 3 of them are M24 and one is M35, I am F22, I often go out with no pants on and often wear dresses so I expose myself on purpose sometimes, I catch a few of my partners looking but no one pulls me aside. Except for one time where all my partners we’re together and it was just us, we was down our private lake that we go on, and it was a hot summer evening I of course had nothing on but a tiny skirt and a small top covering my tits. One of the M24 looked at me and said “ I can see your pussy” I reply with “ nothing you haven’t fucked before” everyone started smiling the m35 replied with “ I’ve fucked her too you know” the other two in sync reply with “ we have too and we all know” I smile, looking about knowing they’ve all fucked me and they’re all thinking it now turns me on so bad. This is one of my biggest fantasies. I look at all of them and I get up and move so I’m front of everyone….

Everyone turns to look at me, I slowly open my legs revealing my small wet pussy, I can see how turned on every one is, I look at everyone and I say “ you want me to touch?” Before I could even end my words m35 replies with “ fuck yeah we do” that’s all I needed I open my legs wide and rub my clit I start of slow with small moans then I rub harder imaging they’re cocks. They all start touching themselves I can see how much they’re all growing… m24 tells me to go faster and sticks his fingers in my tight pussy, I can feel myself starting to squirt already I must be horny…. After 5 mins of hard fingering I squirt everywhere all down me and over m24…. M35 replies with we need to finish this off at home….

Part 2?

Being the only girl in a tight-knit circle of guys means I get treated exactly like the compliant little slut I am, and I honestly crave it. Lately, my libido has been through the roof, keeping up with a rotation of four incredible male partners alongside daily solo sessions. Three of the guys are 24, one is 35, and I am 23. I love teasing them by going out completely commando under short dresses. I always catch them sneaking peeks, but they usually keep it quiet.
That changed during a sweltering summer evening down at our secluded private lake. I was wearing nothing but a cropped top and a microscopic skirt. One of the 24-year-olds finally called me out, noting that my bare pussy was completely visible. I just smirked and told him it wasn't anything he hadn't already played with. The 35-year-old grinned and chimed in that he’d had his turn too, prompting the other two guys to eagerly admit they’d all been inside me. The sheer realization that they were all sitting there thinking about running trains on me got me incredibly soaked. Wanting to be the center of attention, I stood up and stepped right into the middle of their circle.
With every eye locked onto me, I parted my thighs to give them a clear view of my dripping wet heat. I teasingly asked if they wanted to watch me play. Before the question could even leave my mouth, the oldest guy growled an enthusiastic yes. That was my cue to open up completely and start working my clit. My quiet whimpers quickly turned into loud moans as I stroked harder, fantasizing about their dicks. Seeing them all unzip and start stroking their hardening cocks pushed me over the edge. The 24-year-old told me to pick up the pace before shoving his fingers deep into my tight, slick walls. Within minutes of intense fingering, I completely lost control and squirted a massive puddle all over myself and his hand. panting, the 35-year-old muttered that we needed to take this back to the house to finish what we started.
Part 2?

So last weekend I brought this cocky 28yo guy back to my place after the bar. He was talking big game about how he could go all night and shit.

I pushed him on the bed, stripped slow got on top of him while staring him dead in the eyes and started whispering shit like "you're already leaking for me" "I can see how fuckin bad you want it" "you need to cum but you're not allowed to until I say." Every time he tried to grab me or thrust I just pulled back and said "uh uh, not yet" I barely even touched his dick at first. just edged im with my words. telling him how desperate he looked, how his brain was melting for my pussy. He was shaking, like literally whimpering shit like "fuck... please..." after like two minutes.

Then when I finally sank down on him started to bounce on his cock and I leaned in close and looked him straight in the eye and said "cum for me right now." Bro exploded instantly, eyes rolling back, moaning like he'd never cum before in his life. I just kept riding and whispering in his ear about how I owned his dick and orgasms now. Made him give me three more loads that night.

He texted me the next day begging for round two. Men are so easy to break when you get in their head

hey everyone, i need to share this because its still making me wet thinking about it.

last night my guy friend came over and we were just chilling and talking about sex stuff. things got flirty and he admitted he was really horny. i told him to take his pants off and i started stroking his cock with my hand.

he was so hard and throbbing. i kept going, playing with his balls and stroking him faster while he moaned. after a few minutes his legs started shaking and he came so fucking hard. his load shot everywhere, some even hit his chest. it was one of the biggest loads ive ever seen and he was groaning like crazy.

i loved how much control i had over him and how intense his orgasm was. now i cant stop thinking about doing it again.

I was never really into the idea of creampies before, but I feel like my brain got rewired from this. So I had a friend over for a school thing, and he decided he wanted to hit. I didn't need too much convincing. We're just good friends by the way, I don't wanna hear it. I was laying on my stomach looking at my phone, and my sweatpants were already pulled halfway down from the "convincing" he had to do, so prone bone it was.

It was my first time doing it like that and I was genuinely shocked by how fucking deep I felt him go when he slipped in. I was gonna just watch reels on my phone or something but that made me drop it and just lay there to take it. He took the time to make me cum, cause he's a gentleman. Then he got going and started sinking in deeper and faster until I genuinely couldn't form a thought. That's usually when he'd pull out and cum on me, but he just kept going. Then I felt one last deep fucking push before he stopped moving and I genuinely felt him throb inside me for probably 10 seconds straight. I swear I think I felt 10 seconds' worth of cum getting pumped into me, it was a genuinely fucking crazy feeling.

He got out and started apologising nonstop but I was too focused on the feeling of it oozing out of me to really listen. I think I should've been mad but I was still too euphoric to care. I just laid there and giggled like an idiot. When I managed to pull myself together and get up, there was a big stain on my sheets, and I made even more of a mess on the floor trying to get to the bathroom. I still can't believe how fucking much there was. I'm on the pill, it was fine and I'm still unable to be mad at him, but I did have him clean up the floor. That's *his* mess he made inside me.

Genuinely this was the hottest thing I've ever felt by a longshot but I feel like I'm cursed now. I don't know how the fuck I'm gonna have sex without it.

Chapter I

The soft hum of the laptop fan filled Ethan's quiet apartment, mixing with the distant patter of rain against the window as he adjusted the angle of his webcam for the third time. It was nearly midnight in his time zone, the city lights of Chicago bleeding through the blinds in streaks of gold and neon, but across the ocean in Lisbon, Maya's morning was just beginning. Her face materialized on the screen with a warm smile that made his chest tighten, her dark curls still damp from the shower and framing cheeks flushed from the summer heat. "God, you look good," he murmured, voice low and rough from the late hour, his fingers tracing the edge of the keyboard as if he could reach through it to touch her.

Maya leaned closer to her own screen, the thin strap of her camisole slipping off one shoulder, revealing the smooth curve of her collarbone and the faint freckles he'd memorized from photos but ached to kiss in person. Their connection flickered for a moment, a reminder of the miles and the stubborn time difference that turned their nights into her dawns, yet the spark in her hazel eyes bridged it effortlessly. "Missed your voice," she said, her accent lilting softly, and he could almost feel the warmth of her breath against his ear despite the digital barrier. They fell into their routine without effort—her describing the bustling market she'd visited that morning, the scent of fresh bread and oranges clinging to her skin, while he shared the weight of his workday, the tension in his shoulders easing with every laugh they shared. The longing hung between them like an invisible thread, pulling tighter with each shared glance, her fingers idly brushing her own lips as she listened, mirroring the way he wished he could trace them.

As the call stretched on, the conversation dipped into quieter, more intimate territory, her voice dropping to a whisper that sent heat pooling low in his belly. She shifted in her chair, the fabric of her top pulling taut across her breasts, nipples faintly outlined against the thin cotton, and Ethan's breath caught as he described in halting words how he imagined running his hands over her, the soft weight of them filling his palms. Maya bit her lip, her eyes darkening on the screen, and replied with her own vivid details—the slick heat she'd feel if he were there, the way her pussy would clench around his fingers or cock during their stolen moments of fantasy. The emotional pull of their year apart made every word sharper, every shared secret a lifeline against the isolation, their laughter and sighs weaving a private world that no distance could fully sever.

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Chapter II

Their laughter and sighs weaving a private world that no distance could fully sever. One evening, Ethan suggested they try something new to bridge the gap, pulling up a streaming service while Maya rummaged through her tiny Lisbon kitchen for ingredients to match the pasta recipe he'd found online. They synced the movie on their screens, pausing every few minutes to comment on the plot or share bites of their meals—his simple American version of carbonara bubbling on the stove in Chicago, hers fragrant with fresh basil and garlic that she held up to the camera, the steam rising in delicate curls. The shared laughter came easy as they teased each other over burnt garlic or missed plot twists, her hazel eyes sparkling with genuine delight that made his chest ache with affection, even as the sight of her licking sauce from her thumb sent a familiar throb through his cock.

As the credits rolled, they shifted to an online game, her competitive streak emerging in playful jabs that had him grinning despite the late hour, her camisole slipping further with each animated gesture to reveal the soft swell of her breasts. "You're terrible at this," she laughed, the sound warm and inviting, and Ethan felt the miles dissolve in the way her gaze lingered on his face through the webcam, full of heat and tenderness. They exchanged stories of small surprises too—a handwritten letter she'd mailed weeks ago arriving with pressed flowers that carried the faint scent of her perfume, or the silk scarf he'd sent that she now draped over her shoulders, its texture making her shiver as she described how it felt against her bare skin. Heartfelt words followed, confessions of how these rituals kept the spark alive, her voice dropping as she admitted imagining his hands guiding hers during their virtual cooking sessions, the slick warmth between her thighs echoing the connection they nurtured across oceans.

The night deepened with more intimate exchanges, her fingers tracing patterns on her own thigh while they talked, nipples hardening visibly under the thin fabric as fantasies from earlier calls resurfaced in their banter. Ethan leaned in closer to his screen, describing the way he'd pull her close if he could, the press of his body against hers filling the empty spaces, and Maya responded with soft moans of agreement, her accent thickening with desire. These virtual dates became their lifeline, each shared meal or game reinforcing the emotional thread that bound them, turning longing into something tangible and electric that no time zone could dim.

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Chapter III

The virtual dates stretched into the small hours, their voices softening into confessions that felt like whispered secrets across the wire. Ethan found himself sharing the quiet fears he'd buried under work and routine—how the distance sometimes made him question if he was enough, if the life he was building in Chicago could ever truly intersect with hers. Maya listened with that steady gaze, her own vulnerabilities spilling out in turn: the way her family back home pressed her about settling down, the dream she held of opening a small gallery one day but feared might slip away in the grind of daily survival. Each revelation pulled them closer, her fingers now slipping beneath the hem of her camisole to trace slow circles over the bare skin of her stomach, nipples tightening visibly as the emotional weight mingled with the heat building between them. He described how he wanted to wake up to those dreams with her, his hand moving instinctively to palm the growing hardness of his cock through his jeans, stroking lightly as he imagined her body pressed to his in a future neither could yet touch.

Photos followed in the days after, exchanged like intimate offerings that deepened the trust. She sent one of herself in soft morning light, the thin fabric of her nightshirt clinging to the curve of her breasts and the subtle outline of her pussy lips through the cotton, a small note attached about how the image made her feel wanted despite the miles. Ethan replied with one of his own, shirtless in the glow of his desk lamp, the tension in his abs and the visible bulge in his boxers evidence of how deeply her words affected him. Their messages grew bolder, laced with the little things that made them feel loved—her admitting how his silly texts about Chicago sunsets made her heart flutter, him confessing the way her accent in voice notes sent shivers straight to his core. The vulnerability wove through every exchange, turning their screens into a sanctuary where insecurities dissolved under the steady rhythm of care and desire.

Hours melted away in these conversations, her hand eventually sliding lower between her thighs during one late call, fingers parting the slick folds of her pussy as she moaned softly about wanting a life where they could chase those dreams side by side. Ethan matched her rhythm on his end, his cock thick and pulsing in his grip while he spoke of plans to visit soon, the emotional closeness making every shared gasp feel like a promise. The screen flickered between them, but the closeness they'd built held firm, a steady flame against the dark.

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Chapter IV

The screen flickered between them, but the closeness they'd built held firm, a steady flame against the dark. Yet as weeks turned and Ethan's promotion demands stretched his evenings thin, the calls grew shorter, more strained—Maya's messages left unread for hours while he buried himself in deadlines, her voice cracking with exhaustion from juggling gallery applications and family pressures back home. One rainy Chicago night, a missed video date spiraled into sharp words; she accused him of pulling away, her hazel eyes glassy on the pixelated screen, while he snapped about the weight of proving himself in a city that never slowed. The silence that followed felt heavier than any ocean between them, his chest tightening with the fear he'd pushed her too far.

But in the quiet that followed, Ethan called back, voice raw and honest as he admitted the loneliness gnawing at him, how the distance amplified every doubt until he questioned if he deserved her patience. Maya listened, her own tears spilling as she confessed the ache of waking alone, the way her body yearned for his touch during sleepless dawns. They reassured each other slowly, words weaving apologies into promises—his hand slipping back to stroke the hard length of his cock not from lust alone but from the swelling need to reconnect, while she guided her fingers over the slick heat of her pussy, circling her clit in time with his breathing. "I choose us," she whispered, accent thick with emotion, and he echoed it, describing how he'd hold her through every hard night if he could, the press of his body grounding her fears until pleasure crested between them in shared, shuddering releases that left them both trembling yet steadier.

Those hardest nights became turning points, each misunderstanding met with deeper vulnerability that reignited their bond. Maya sent voice notes of her quiet sobs turning to soft moans as she touched herself thinking of their future, and Ethan replied with photos of his flushed skin and straining erection, paired with plans for his visit that felt like anchors. The emotional thread pulled tighter through honest confessions, turning exhaustion into renewed commitment, their bodies responding with fresh arousal born from knowing they were in it together—no matter the miles or the tests ahead.

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Chapter V

As the calendar pages flipped closer to Ethan's flight to Lisbon, the weight of those shared confessions settled into something brighter, a steady pulse of anticipation that quickened both their hearts. Maya found herself waking early each morning to pack and repack her small suitcase, her fingers lingering over the silk scarf he'd sent as she imagined the way it would feel when he peeled it from her shoulders in person, his hands finally mapping the curves she'd only described through screens. The gallery applications sat half-finished on her desk, but her focus drifted to the soft ache between her thighs whenever she pictured his arrival—the press of his cock against her hip as they embraced for the first time, the heat of his mouth replacing the cool glow of her laptop. Ethan, meanwhile, paced his Chicago apartment in the evenings, checking his passport and tickets obsessively while his mind replayed her voice notes, the lilting moans that had once carried him through lonely nights now promising the slick, tight grip of her pussy around him when distance finally vanished.

Nervousness threaded through the excitement like a live wire, making their final video calls crackle with a different kind of energy. They counted down the days in hushed tones, Maya confessing how her nipples tightened at the thought of his tongue tracing them without the barrier of pixels, while Ethan described the way his cock throbbed just knowing he'd soon bury himself inside her, feeling her clench and tremble in real time rather than through shared breaths over the wire. The emotional bond they'd forged—the raw admissions of fear and longing, the stubborn rituals of cooking together and playing games across time zones—had only deepened the hunger, turning months of virtual intimacy into a foundation that made the physical reunion feel inevitable, almost sacred. Each message now carried the electric undercurrent of "soon," her texts detailing the way she'd guide his fingers to her clit the moment he stepped through her door, his replies promising to hold her close through every shuddering release until the years apart dissolved into sweat-slicked skin and whispered promises.

The night before his departure, they stayed on the call until dawn crept through Maya's blinds, her hand slipping between her legs one last time as he watched, both of them breathing hard at the knowledge that fantasy was about to become flesh.

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So the first 3some I had with 2 guys, sort of happened by accident. It certainly wasn’t planned although it had always been something I’d fantasised about. It happened at a dance festival, that I’d gone to with a few girls from college.

At the festival, We met a group of lads around our own age and ended up partying with them until the early hours. One of them was really good looking and funny, he’d caught my eye from the start. We’d been chatting and dancing together and eventually started kissing.

The lad suggested we go back to his tent. He said we wouldn’t be disturbed, as the friend he was sharing with, would be partying to the very end. We sneaked away together. I never needed much encouragement in those days and liked the idea of a quickie in a tent.

Having recently experienced public sex for the first time, I was so excited about fucking in a tent, with so many other tents around us, close by. We got to his tent and it was empty, just as he’d said, he reassured me again that we wouldn’t be disturbed.

We lay down together and started kissing again. I was wearing really small shorts (basically hot pants) and he had his hands all over my ass. I remember he removed both my shorts and knickers at the same
time, he wasn’t wasting any time.

I was now lying there, completely naked from the waist down, with my legs wide open. This lad, I’d only just met a few hours before, now started to play with my completely shaved pussy. It goes without saying, I was very wet by this stage.

He rubbed my clit, nice and slow, while we continued kissing. I reached inside his trousers and pulled out his hard cock. I began wanking him off, while he carried on playing with me. We didn’t do this for long, I was horny and wanted to feel him inside me.

I made it clear what I wanted and that I was ready. I was lying on top of a sleeping bag and he got on top of me. He slowly entered his cock in my pussy and began fucking me. I was so turned on, knowing the people in the tents close by, would be able to hear my moans.

So he was pounding away at me in missionary, my legs spread wide apart. After a while he lifted up my legs. His cock was about average size but my moans became louder as I felt him go deeper inside me. I was still wondering if other people were listening.

Now you’re probably wondering how this became my first mmf 3some. Well this is where it gets interesting and goes from being a casual one night stand, which I was now doing regularly in my sex life to a whole new experience. I suddenly heard the tent unzip!

We were both shocked and stopped fucking, Although he didn’t pull out and he kept his cock inside me. We watched as his friend stumbled inside the tent. When he saw us, he started laughing and said something like “don’t mind me, I’m going to sleep”.

The lad fucking me, asked me what I wanted to do. I was really enjoying myself and close to cumming, so I told him to carry on fucking me. Now I know that was a pretty slutty thing to do but back then, that was me, I was a total slut.

The thought of getting fucked in front of someone else, had unlocked another kink for me. I was so turned on by this, the last thing I wanted him to do was stop. So like the slut I was, I told to carry on and he began fucking me again.

I was a bit worried his friend may have put him off but if anything, he picked up the pace and fucked me harder than before. Maybe he was turned on like me at being watched or maybe he was trying to show off, it didn’t matter to me, I was just the lucky recipient.

We were fucking in missionary, with the lad on top. I couldn’t see his friend and with my orgasm building, I got carried away and had sort of forgotten he was even there. After a while, I got flipped onto all 4’s and I was now getting fucked in doggy.

Now I was in doggy, I was facing the other end of the tent. It was pretty dark in there but I could just about make out, that his friend hadn’t gone to sleep as he’d said. He had his cock out and was stroking it, while he was watching me getting fucked.

The lad fucking me, must of been aware of this, from the angle he had when he’d been on top. I wondered if that’s why he’d flipped me over, did he want me to see for myself, did he want to get his friend involved. So many things were now running through my head.

All I knew, was this lad had his cock in his hand and was looking straight at me. I could see he had a nice girthy cock, bigger than the one fucking me. Once again, my pussy began to tingle, the thought of being watched while getting fucked, turned me on so much.

My natural slutty instincts, led me to put on a show for him. While still getting fucked from behind, I started playing with my tits and nipples. I was looking at the other lad straight in his eyes as I was moaning out in pleasure.

The lad fucking me, could see what I was doing and it was pretty obvious I was enjoying being watched. This gave him the encouragement, to ask his friend, if he wanted to join in and get involved. I was so happy and excited by this.

As soon as I’d seen his girthy cock, I’d really wanted it one way or another. Still maintaining that eye contact, I opened my mouth wide open. Giving him an invitation to come over and put his cock inside my mouth. It was an invitation he didn’t refuse.

This was the first time I’d ever had 2 cocks inside me at the same time and it felt as good as I’d imagined. I was being spit roasted and I was loving it. The cock being thrust in my pussy, was pushing me forward and pushing the other cock, deeper in my mouth.

The first person to cum was the lad fucking my pussy. He came pretty quickly after I’d started sucking his mate off. As he pulled his cock out of my pussy, I continued to give the other lad a blowjob, still on all 4’s.

The other one, now putting his clothes back on, started talking to his mate. He told him to try my pussy, I remember him saying I was nice and tight and very wet. It was like I wasn’t there and just an object for these guys to share and play with, which turned me on so much at the time.

Id never heard anyone talk about me like this before and I loved it. They’d made me feel so dirty, so naughty and now I was even more horny to take my 2nd cock of the night. I loved being made to feel like a slut.

The lad looked down at me and asked if he could fuck me too. I knew I felt close to cuming and my pussy was desperate to feel another cock enter it and finish me off. He also had a big, girthy cock, so with my mouth full up, I nodded my head at him.

Still in doggy, how the other lad had left me, he took his thick cock out of my mouth and moved round to my other end. He asked his mate for a condom and it felt like ages for him to throw one over and for him to put it on. It felt such a relief, to finally feel him enter me.

This cock was a lot thicker than the first one and I could instantly feel the difference. As I felt it stretching out my pussy, I began moaning out loud. I did feel a bit bad, that I’d been much louder with the 2nd lad but I couldn’t help it. It felt so good.

As my pussy began to loosen and adapt to the extra size, he was able to fuck me harder and harder. It didn’t take me long to have a very intense and very loud orgasm. I literally screamed that loud, the whole camping site probably heard.

Once I got my composure back, I quickly remembered where I was as I could hear a group of lads in a nearby tent all cheering. I felt a bit embarrassed, that not only those guys, but probably the whole field, had just heard me getting fucked and by two different cocks aswell.

The cheering hadn’t put him off as he came pretty soon after me. I quickly put my clothes back on as I didn’t want to hang around for any awkward small talk. I even left my knickers in their tent, I couldn’t be bothered to look and it was dark in there anyway, so I left them with a little souvenir.

As I left the tent, I saw there was a group of lads smoking, outside the tent opposite. They all started cheering again when they saw me and I realised they were the ones from before. The embarrassment had now passed and I felt turned on that they’d been listening, so I flashed them my tits as I walked by.

Thinking about this now, I do wonder whether the two of them had planned it. It’s possible he may have messaged his mate to come back. There would have been no need to do this, if they had just asked me for a 3some, I would have been more than up for it anyway.

However it came about, it doesn’t matter now. Id loved fucking 2 different lads on the same night and it felt great having 2 cocks in me at the same time. I also loved that feeling of being a total slut and went on to have many more 3somes, before I got with my hubby.