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  • Orgy Experience. The Smell Drove Me Crazy

    Orgy Experience. The Smell Drove Me Crazy

    An orgy is a slightly unusual but extremely hot way to spend time. Not everyone dares to try, but group sex is not for everyone either. Even after participating in orgies, people are not always familiar with all the possibilities of this “format”. However, people who are not ashamed to reveal their sexuality and enjoy sex to the core always find opportunities to diversify it and escape the routine. Those who are interested in orgies or are already guests of such parties will find stories from the mouths of people who have participated in orgies in this series of articles.

    The smell drove me crazy

    My ex-boyfriend talked me into group sex and orgies. I could never stay with one guy for more than a year, so I did anything to help me escape the routine I hated.

    My libido is very closely related to my sense of smell. Perfume can turn me on and ruin everything in an instant. Delicious men’s perfumes, vanilla, lavender and coconut aromas have a particularly strong effect on me. Although I’m not sensitive enough to ‘get wet’ just by being in a perfume shop, I don’t think it takes more than playing with myself and a good-smelling man next to me to reach an orgasm. What I would like to share is the most impressive experience I have ever had at an orgy I attended.

    My boyfriend at the time had known me since elementary school, but we only became close after graduating from university. The problem with that was that he probably didn’t know what kind of person I was, and over time I noticed a lot of differences in values. But I hesitated. Although it was very difficult to live together, I was afraid to change something, because this is what I was used to. Our relationship didn’t improve, and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I just said that I need more sex.

    The problem wasn’t that we weren’t making love, it was that my primary libido driver, the sense of smell, was languishing and not being used. I wanted new adventures with new people.

    He also admitted that he was not a saint. It was a very open conversation. We decided to change our relationship to “bed partners” and went on an adventure.

    We started with threesome, we also tried cam sex, role playing, BDSM, etc. Literally anything imaginable. Unfortunately, nothing appealed to me as much as sex with new partners or with another woman involved. The aroma of unfamiliar person excited me and still excites me like no other aphrodisiac. I’ve always loved making love blindfolded, and when a new partner does it, it’s easier than easy to orgasm, no matter how clumsy he is.

    Although we were very shy, after much hesitation and a little more initiative on my part, we went to the swingers party. There were a lot of newbies there, not just us, so we felt a little safer and more relaxed. We drank and relaxed. We had a good time, although we didn’t do too much. At one point I felt quite aroused, but that was because two men and a woman were making love next to me. Their perfumes intrigued me very pleasantly. A few months later we got an invitation to the next party.

    The second time it was not difficult for me to settle in, because I felt more relaxed, the environment seemed quite familiar. And most importantly, there were so many smells…

    Moderately spicy cinnamon, soft vanilla, fragrant strawberries, sour wild berries, woody men’s fragrance range, hair care products and everything else created the most unreal symphony of scents that made me wet… You know that feeling when you’re hungry, you smell the food and saliva already flow? I have the same, but instead of saliva, it’s a desire to make love. It almost always happens when I smell a delicious scent, and the point is that 99% of scents are delicious to me… Without expecting anything, I dragged my friend to the bed, where some couple was already making love. We started doing it next to them.

    It might be a little difficult to understand such a strong connection between scent and libido, but I have long since come to terms with the fact that I am completely different from everyone else in this aspect. During that evening, I made love to many different men, there was also feminine intimacy. I don’t remember their faces, but I remember their scent. Almost 10 years later, I’m still an occasional visitor at swinger parties. I don’t remember most of the parties, but I cherish that night of the perfect combination of perfume and sex to this day.

    Orgy experience. It was the best sex of my life

    Orgy experience. I met my future wife

  • Orgy experience. I met my future wife there

    Orgy experience. I met my future wife there

    An orgy is a slightly unusual but extremely hot way to spend time. Not everyone dares to try, but group sex is not for everyone either. Even after participating in orgies, people are not always familiar with all the possibilities of this “format”. However, people who are not ashamed to reveal their sexuality and enjoy sex to the core always find opportunities to diversify it and escape the routine. Those who are interested in orgies or are already guests of such parties will find stories from the mouths of people who have participated in orgies in this series of articles.

    The orgy where I met my future wife

    For a long time I thought I was addicted to sex. I went to stupid anonymous meetings where I learned nothing about myself. I’m not saying it’s going to be the same for everyone, but for me it’s important to find out concrete solutions, and opening up and talking about it is ineffective and unhelpful. At least for me. After these meetings, I would always freak out and “let off steam” with some girl from the bar, “escort girl” or masturbate alone in front of the computer screen. I didn’t like where my life was going. My friends were married or in a happy relationship. I always set high goals for myself, my career was on a pretty good track, but outside of work, nothing made me happy.

    It’s probably worth mentioning here that I ruined almost every relationship I had because of my weak will and addiction to sex. My first serious girlfriend caught me “making out” with someone else in high school. We broke up. A lot of one-night stands followed, but the real meat grinder began in the final year of university.

    Based on how a woman made love to me, I decided if I could spend my free time with her (not the other way around).

    There was a girl in the last year, we didn’t really know each other, but at one party we “hit it off”. We started texting, making love a lot, watching movies, but everything revolved around sex. I don’t know why, but I thought that I want to live with her. I thought I would never get tired of her blowjobs and her special passion in bed. But I was wrong. It turns out that it was too difficult for her to bear my high demands, to take care of me alone and to be a “slave in bed”.

    We had an argument and after that I went to a bar with my friends. We drank, went to the club to “let off steam”. My friends said they understood me and assured me that I needed to relax. However, I started to feel sick and after leaving the club I called my girlfriend, I wanted to apologize. My heart hurt, but I wasn’t angry. I dialed her number, but no one answered. I called back two more times and someone picked up the phone, but didn’t speak. I heard her, her friends and several male voices. There was a conversation and she apparently thought she hung up without answering. Unfortunately, I heard everything – how she talked about me behind my back. When I look back on it, it probably wasn’t that bad, but… you know… I was drunk, I felt hurt. I wanted revenge.

    I started looking at all the women in the club, thinking that I wanted to fuck someone and thus “pay it back”. I met an impressive brunette. Huge breasts, provocative clothing, plump lips, tattoos. She seemed perfect to me. I waved to her and raised my drink, she responded kindly. We danced on different sides of the dance floor but hardly took our eyes off each other. I approached her, we talked, gave her a drink, unexpectedly kissed her and while continuing to dance, told her what I wanted to do with her.

    She said she had a boyfriend… “This is even better” I thought and my inner self just rubbed its hands with happiness.

    I calmed her down by telling her that no one needed to know and we got a taxi. She was crazy about me and I was crazy about her. We went to her place and started fucking. At that time I was very angry with my girlfriend and adrenaline and testosterone were running high. While we were in doggy style, in a vortex of alcohol and uncontrollable male aggression, I grabbed my phone and sent a photo to my then-girlfriend showing what I was doing. You can probably guess what happened next.

    Later, everything got worse because I got involved in prostitution, wasted almost half of my salary. I visited the same girls every time, becoming a “regular”. At least for me, it was also a nice feeling because they listened, didn’t judge and provided emotional support that was probably always needed more than sex. Months passed before I met a guy on a dating site who was hosting a swingers party.

    Of course I had to pay to ‘participate’, which was free for women, but I really don’t regret it. Lots of other horny people who wanted sex as much as I did – I immediately liked the atmosphere.

    Everything happened quickly and naturally, I expanded my circle of acquaintances, I visited maybe 30 different swinger parties during the year. There was no shortage of sex, but I felt lonely when I got home again. I began to understand that no one should be that lonely, I wanted love, intimacy and sex, not a lot of sex without love. I was in a painful dilemma of whether to fall back into the relationship and threaten to hurt others and myself, or to shut it all down and move on. I chose the second option, but fate had its own plans.

    Already at yet another swingers’ party (I only knew one of the other participants there), I felt somehow unusual. In my city and region, I was quite familiar with the organizers, the local “fauna” and the participants. This time everything was different, because everyone had to introduce themselves, I was red and sweaty. One woman immediately caught my eye. Seeing her harsh face shape, the small dimple in her chin and her incredibly beautiful eyes, I immediately knew that I want her. There was usually no time to get to know people at these parties, and I wasn’t particularly keen on it. You are chatting and already undressing, making love. Oddly, many things were different this time. That woman hopelessly ignored me. I offered drinks, snacks, tried naughty offers – nothing. She ignored me and completely “heartlessly” started flirting with other men in front of me. Another extremely beautiful woman cuddled up to me, but I was sad, my body wasn’t sending the necessary signals to my erogenous zones, so I was “ineffective”.

    I didn’t please any woman that night and it made me feel bad, but my thoughts kept going to the same place, the woman who rejected me.

    It was raining after the party, I offered her a ride. She didn’t really want to, but eventually she and two other friends agreed to ride with me. I didn’t really understand her hostility in general, and usually at parties like this everyone is warm and open and nice, but she was different. Looking only at her, I thought that no woman could be more beautiful, sexier and special than her.

    I chatted with her friends, we had a bit of a laugh and I saw a small smile appear on her face as well. When her last friend got out and she was alone with me, I felt like a schoolboy before my first kiss. The pulse was probably around 200, my back was wet, my hands were shaking. I unconsciously started a conversation about the nearby sports center and we started chatting. I only took her home for a few minutes, but I had never felt so engaged in a conversation in my life. Before letting her out, she asked me why I was sweating so much, laughed and gave me her number to call her because I was a good conversationalist.

    I called her right after I got home. I was pretending to check if she gave me her real number. We started talking, laughed a lot and agreed to go on a date the next day.

    We ate at a delicious restaurant and went for a walk in a nearby park. It was dark and she suddenly grabbed my hand and took me into the bushes. It was amazing sex. And there was everything – connection, passion, maybe even love. We went on the next date, followed by another, then a few more, until six months later we were living together. We changed the rings just a week ago and no old problems are bothering me anymore. I’m happy for my unique life path filled with a lot of pointless sex, because along the way I met my now wife, whom I love very much.

    Orgy experience. It was the best sex of my life

  • Orgy experience. It was the best sex of my life

    Orgy experience. It was the best sex of my life

    An orgy is a slightly unusual but extremely hot way to spend time. Not everyone dares to try, but group sex is not for everyone either. Even after participating in orgies, people are not always familiar with all the possibilities of this “format”. However, people who are not ashamed to reveal their sexuality and enjoy sex to the core always find opportunities to diversify it and escape the routine. Those who are interested in orgies or are already guests of such parties will find stories from the mouths of people who have participated in orgies in this series of articles.

    It was the best sex of my life

    All my life, my friends considered me a “lame”. Most of the guys probably thought so too, their eyes didn’t linger long on my boring appearance. I never imagined that I could have a beautiful figure, I didn’t trust my body. But during sex, everything turned upside down. As soon as the man entered me, I felt like I lost control of my entire body. A crazy, sex-hungry sociopath took over the reins of management, but the quiet gray mouse with a degree in journalism was left on the bench.

    Although I was well past 30, I never doubted for a moment that the best sex was yet to come. I’ve had a lot of fantasies since high school, but I hardly talked about them because “50 Shades of Gray” hadn’t come out yet and I was raised to believe that a woman shouldn’t even talk about sex. So when my friends got married, their stories of sexual adventures became less and less frequent, but they didn’t seem unhappy about it. It would be unacceptable for me to live like this, but I was happy for them. Sex is an extremely important part of my life, so I could not live without it. Sex should be varied, not boring. I wanted new partners and lots of orgasms, sharp sensations and anything that felt intimate or at least a little hot.

    By my 35th birthday I had only had 3 partners and felt like I hadn’t fulfilled my potential.

    The first was my fiance who left me for someone else, and the second and third were steady lovers who I dated for a few years. When my third and I went our separate ways, I started to look at my life in a completely different way, I better understood my needs and what I want from life. And I wanted a lot of sex!

    It happened that work took me abroad, to London. Around the same time, my sexual renaissance took place. I knew English well, so it wasn’t really any problem to communicate or find friends. Over time, I developed a permanent friendship with a woman who was quite ‘loose’ and always joked that she had slept with more men in a week than I had in my entire life.

    One night we had a drink and bet who would sleep with more men in a year. She laughed and said she could only count half a year’s ‘catch’, but I told her to stick to the rules. That same night I went home with two different men and had passionate sex. I felt a huge surge of confidence. Later I started corresponding with one of these guys. Turns out he was a swinger. We met a lot. He kept talking about wanting others to watch us so I could watch him with other women and he would watch me with other men. There was not only attraction between us, but also an indescribable desire to make love. We wanted to try everything.

    So we come to the fateful day when he offered me a little ‘group event‘. Five women, four men. They all knew each other except me. I felt a little uncomfortable. I dressed very sexy (short tight skirt, red high heels, blouse with a neckline, lace underwear).

    My friend, seeing me, asked where is his girlfriend. You could tell he enjoyed it as he “fingered” me in the car all the way to the party.

    When we got there, his friends received me very kindly. The evening went like a normal party. Everyone was dancing, drinking, talking, laughing, socializing. The thought that something else will happen here disappeared for a moment. I innocently went to get more champagne and saw a couple caressing each other. The man’s hand was under her dress and she was working her hand shamelessly down the front of his bare pants. I was in mild shock. They heard me, turned, giggled and told me to come. Both gently touched me and asked if this was my first time. Suddenly I also felt my friend, who was looking at me from afar. His eyes were shining. As the three of us kissed and caressed, he started playing with himself in the corner. I got wet. I wanted not only him, but also that woman, that other man. It didn’t matter who was going to fuck me anymore, I felt like an object of desire, that someone really wanted me. I’ve only felt that way a few times in my life, so I enjoyed every moment. That girl’s companion (perhaps her husband, perhaps a boyfriend) said something to her and she quickly ran to my friend. There were two of us left.

    They started cuddling and I focused on the man next to me and his ‘hard thing’. Even though it happened a long time ago, I remember everything like it was yesterday. I gently reached out and continued what his girlfriend had started. He whispered the dirtiest things in my ear, which turned me on even more. A few moments later we were making love just standing up and I could hear the rest of the party on both sides moaning, screaming, gasping.

    The whole combination of sound, smell, wet bodies and my fleeting fantasy created such an atmosphere that I finished 2 times in a few minutes in the first position alone.

    This was usually not the case. My whole body was shaking, I felt vulnerable but stronger than ever. I was being used like a toy and I wasn’t going to stop for a second. In the end, while I was on top, the guy finally finished me and I got compliments on the great energy. It was great, but I wanted more. Everything was better than I had expected, but I was still “green” and out of excitement I asked him if he was okay with me joining the others. He laughed and told me not to hesitate.

    I joined another couple and a girl who was with them. They had toys. At first I had to be “baptized” and give a deep blowjob to a guy. He then fucked me while the girls used toys and stimulated my clit. Although I suspect it was no longer than 10 minutes, I climaxed more than 5 times before I stopped counting. After the second “O”, all the action somehow faded into the background, I only heard the girls’ laughter, his moans and felt him thrusting and pulling, thrusting and pulling. It seems that some kind of enlightenment happened at that moment. It was more than just an orgasm.

    We finished the activity and went our separate ways. My “friend” said that everyone really liked me. I will be grateful to him all my life, because the best moment in my life was my very first orgy, which I will remember all my life. By the way, I won a bet with my friend, and by a double digit number.😊

  • Erotic story: Foursome

    Erotic story: Foursome

    I waited for my husband to return with our friends. I was cooking a delicious dinner, my head was full of thoughts. On the table were a couple of champagne bottles, a fruit basket and a box of candies. The candles were lit… it was dusk in the room. The darkness and the warmth of the candles announced that the night would be dizzying, crazy, erotic. Dinner was ready and sitting on the table in the kitchen, the smell was tempting and the excitement was impressive. My heart was trembling – my legs were shaking.

    I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself – hair down, a few strands falling on my beautiful nose, a black lace dress that barely covers my private area (I don’t like wearing panties when I’m in a dress), and high heels. I turn around enjoying my beauty and the music coming from the other room. It made my hips sway to the beat. Then I heard my husband unlocking the door. I run to meet my friends, including my husband… A sweet kiss from our girl friend, and a strong one from my husband… My friend’s hug was shy, the same as mine…

    I think the men felt much more relaxed from the beginning than we did. After taking off our jackets, we went towards the room. My husband opened the champagne.

    – I’m going to the kitchen, I’ll bring the dinner, – I called out.

    – I will help you, – said our friend.

    – Oh, thanks, two is better than one, – I said, waving my hand and swinging my firm bottom for him to comply. We went into the kitchen.

    As soon as I entered, I felt strong arms hugging me, lips sliding from my ear to my neck. I pushed him away.

    – You can not! What if he comes in? – I looked at him with frightened eyes.

    – Okay, I’ll wait for the night – said Mark, giving me a charming smile.

    Dinner took forever.

    – Thank you, it was really delicious, as always! – said my husband standing up. Mark and Nataly, shaking their heads, confirmed the same with a smile. The champagne slid down our necks, my eyes followed Mark’s movements, eyes, lips. I felt the excitement, the desire… the desire to feel him inside me. After all, this is what tonight is for… foursome…

    Nataly looked scared, but I knew I could warm her up so she wouldn’t forget this night and want to do it again. Champagne ran out. My husband pulled out a liqueur, which finally crushed the proteins and shyness of all of us. Having shown Nataly with my eyes for a long time that she will be mine, I knelt down. Placing the glass on the table, I crawled towards her. Mark and my husband watched what I was doing.

    – What will happen now? She knows how to arouse… Don’t be angry, but I want your wife, – I heard Mark’s voice. My husband smiled and waved at him. Crawling to Nataly, I ran my hands through her short hair, moved my hand to her neck, chest, the neckline of her dress allowed me to put my hand in and feel her firm breasts. She sat frozen, saying nothing.

    – Just enjoy! – I said quietly.

    I stood up, Nataly too. I spread her legs, searching for the secret place with my hand. After a moment I already tickled her clit, putting my finger in the wet slit, I felt her vaginal muscles tighten. When I turned to the men, I noticed that they had already pulled their stallions out of their pants. Such a sight pleased me even more, and Nataly moaned and begged me not to do it. Sitting her back in the chair, I spread her legs even wider and licked her sweet spot with my lips. My tongue ran over her beauty to the beat of the music. I grabbed her nipples with my other hand, not forgetting them too. The more I continued, the more she moaned, until finally Mark lifted me off the carpet and propped me up on the chair where Nataly was sitting, still panting from the heat, and he attacked me like a beast. He took me deep and didn’t let go. My husband didn’t stay put either. He knelt down to shift me between Natalie’s legs. The sight was so sweet, full of temptation.

    I moaned. Mark was holding my breast with one hand, the other was on my clitoris, stroking it… he moaned, and it seemed like hundreds of wolves were howling inside him.

    – Yes Yes! Stronger! Oh yes! – I shouted.

    I saw Nataly and my husband for a moment as they slipped into the bathroom. I understood that they will continue the game there. To show that I was not far behind them, I took Mark by the hand and led him to the balcony. The balcony is open for sex games and the eyes of the neighbors, but I had no idea who would see what and how much. Mark looked at me with wide eyes, I sat on the railing and smiled, making him enter me. I could see the fear in his eyes, but with a tight hug, he thrust his cock into me. Back and forth, back and forth, strong and persistent.

    – I will finish soon! – he shouted.

    – No, you can’t yet! – saying, I squeezed the tip of his penis and kissed his sweaty body. He started licking my lap like crazy, but when he regained his “consciousness” he wanted to continue what he had started. Grinning and pushing him aside, I got on all fours, wanting him to cum in my mouth so I could have complete satisfaction. As soon as I licked the tip of it, my husband appeared, pushed Mark aside and inserted his hard cock into my little mouth.

    – Don’t be angry, Mark, but I want her madly!

    Mark caught up behind me, pulled my ass up a bit, got my hair in his firm grip and again his thing was like a whirlwind in my crotch. When Nataly arrived, she sat on an armchair and watched our royal trio play, masturbating quietly. Mark finished first, splashing my crotch. Hot as lava, his sperm flowed down. My orgasm was approaching.

    My husband was still moaning as he moved and pushed his hips into my face as deep as he could. I caressed his balls with my fingers until a loud “YAAAAAAA!” echoed through the entire apartment building in a male voice of satisfaction. I licked the sweet, hot caramel off the tip of my husband’s cock as I felt myself on the verge of euphoria too. I saw Nataly and Mark sitting hugging each other, smiling and whispering something.

    – Sit on the railing! – Mark, stained with fatigue, ordered quietly.

    He reached out, beckoning Nataly to come to me, and forced her face into my crotch. Her tongue pressed inside me. That’s what I wanted the most… Sharp claws roamed my back and thighs… Hissing like a cat, I clamped my legs where her husband’s hot cock had been until recently. I was almost done, she knew it… but still teasingly licking… As the orgasm shook me, I jumped off the balcony railing and laid on the cold balcony floor.

    We looked at each other with happy smiles on our faces. Later we all went to bed to wake up in the morning and decided to repeat what we did last night and started the game again.

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  • Erotic Story: My Strict Math Teacher

    Erotic Story: My Strict Math Teacher

    To be honest, there was nothing strange about it because we had already developed a habit of being aroused by her “penetrating” gaze, but this time I felt something animalistic in it. As if with my sixth sense, I understood that my teacher was a woman at an age when sexual activity is necessary, but her husband already has other interests. However, after a moment I felt embarrassed and decided not to indulge in such daring fantasies anymore.

    The class was progressing, our gazes occasionally crossed, but not as a teacher and student, at least that’s how it seemed to me. The bell rang, everyone hurriedly packed their bags and rushed to leave the classroom. I had nowhere to rush, so I stayed in the classroom.

    And then she approached me. No, there was nothing intimate about it, she simply said that considering my not-so-great performance, I was given the opportunity to work on math individually, that is, to have consultations after classes. I thought – why not, if the teacher is strangely welcoming, then I should take advantage of it.

    Starting the next class, I began to get a little nervous. Not so much about my catastrophically low level of knowledge, as about my constant arousal. I saw my sexual partner in almost every teacher, and the fact that my excitement, feeling the sweet aroma of women’s sweat and other secretions, was noticeable as a bulge, would not be easy to hide, especially when being alone in the same room… But I decided – whatever happens, happens.

    I entered the classroom with bravado. Because just a moment ago I had raised my self-esteem once again, “intelligently talking about current events”. The teacher was already waiting for me. Oh God, how much I wanted her, I longed to touch her lovely curves, undress her, taste her nipples, feel the scent of a woman’s individuality, which includes the scent of sweat, breath (which is special for women), vaginal secretions and anal odor. My lifelong dream at that moment was to take off her white panties and lick her thighs as no one has ever done before. But it seemed to me that she only had damn trigonometry in her mind… but for me…

    Well, I couldn’t calculate any examples! I was sweating cold, my hands became wet, the pen slipped out of my fingers, but next to me was She, whose desirable flesh accidentally touched my shoulder once in a while. And then I felt that treacherous movement in my stomach. What a shame!

    I leaned forward so that the teacher would not notice the dimensions of my, by the way, voluminous, but still innocent thing, and tried not to think about this beautiful, but sometimes destructive world called “sex”.

    For a while I managed to do it, I even got one example, but it happened with such a strong nervous tension that I thought I was going to explode! I silently recited a prayer composed by myself and, unable to look the teacher in the eyes, poured out the following phrase:

    – Teacher, I have a big problem. I am currently going through a severe sexual crisis and can’t think about anything but you. I don’t care what you think about me, but I want only one thing – to sleep with you.

    Of course, the teacher was visibly confused. I turned my head and looked into her eyes. I had never been so close to her. But she didn’t ask me for an explanation, she didn’t chase me away, no, she touched me. At first – as if accidentally on the shoulder, but when I didn’t react, she quickly grabbed my penis. Of course it was as firm as a virgin’s vagina. She sensed it, so her expression changed rapidly – from not understanding at first to interested, even passionate. She asked:

    – But why didn’t you tell me anything earlier? You could at least show interest! Well, after all, better late than never. Where do you live, Peter?

    Biting my tongue out of fear, I gave her my address.

    – Okay, we will start the lessons tonight. I’ll be with you at eight, and don’t even think of telling anyone about it, otherwise you won’t see my pussy like your ears.

    The teacher pushed me out the door, licking my eighteen-year-old boy’s dry lips goodbye with her forty-year-old experienced tongue.

    I walked home like in a dream. Unable to understand what has happened to me and whether what happened is true. I went home, allowed myself to drink a little, then, already in a much more uplifting mood, I started cleaning the house (I live alone in a multi-storey one-room apartment in a residential area), emptying the piggy bank, I went to the store to buy a box of sweets, some cupcakes and wine, because I had heard that the consumption of strong drinks greatly weakens sexual performance.

    By eight the giddiness had long worn off and I was once again overwhelmed with excitement. When the doorbell rang, I took a deep breath for five seconds and then went to open it. She looked wonderful – she was not in an evening dress, of course, but her nice blouse perfectly highlighted the curves of her breasts, while the tight skirt, slightly above the knee, could not hide the sensual shape of the teacher’s ass.

    After entering the room, where I had arranged all the goodies on the table, we sat down on the sofa next to each other. After uncorking the bottle, I poured it into glasses. The teacher took the glass, stood up and said:

    – Well then, my dear student, let’s drink to your excellent results and so that I have a pleasure of teaching you!

    We drank the wine, looking into each other’s eyes. And then, even though I thought it wouldn’t happen so soon and so quickly, she unbuttoned her blouse, turned to me and asked:

    – Well, what will you say now?

    I sat dumbfounded. Feeling fed up, I hugged her and pressed my lips to hers. She responded by starting to kiss me passionately while undressing me. I didn’t waste time either, I took off the teacher’s blouse, unhooked her bra and put my face to her full breasts. Those dark circles and plump nipples seemed sweeter to me than anything else in the world. Meanwhile, she started moaning softly, stroking my hair and hugging me tighter. Then she said:

    – Go down, my friend, I have something more delicious for you.

    We slowly moved to a lying position, I gently pulled down the teacher’s skirt, revealing her white panties. I almost went blind from this sight. But for a short time. Then I started to lick her stomach while pulling off her panties. When I got to the dark triangle, I asked her to turn over on her stomach, because I’ve always been turned on by women’s bottoms, especially grown and mature ones like my teacher. As I expected, it smelled fantastic. Without prejudice, I started licking her butt hole, feeling a strong pleasure. By then all my anxiety was gone, so I seemed to be acting like a pro, because, you know, my theoretical knowledge was excellent in this field.

    Then the teacher said:

    – I think that your weapon should be sharpened as well. Please sit down and enjoy what I’m about to do to you.

    I obeyed. We went to the bed, I sat down, and the teacher knelt between my legs. After freeing my thing from my boxers, she started massaging it, little by little uncovering the thoroughly swollen head. Then she covered it with her soft lips. Oh, what a pleasure! My cock went deeper and deeper, increasing the pace. I grabbed her head and instinctively moved my hips along. When I felt I was about to finish, she suddenly stopped and told me to rest. But I didn’t last more than half a minute. When the teacher noticed how much I wanted to enter her parted lips, she made me sit down again. When I had done this she sat on my legs facing me so that her crotch was right next to my dick. I could feel her arousing breath and hot body, I still had the taste of her vagina and anus in my mouth. By the way, she hadn’t had sex in years! Looking me closely in the eyes, she said:

    – I will try to be the best I can, because this will be a very important moment in your life. Enjoy it!

    The teacher lowered my foreskin, then, leaning on my shoulder with one hand, rose a little and, holding my thing by the base with the other hand, began to massage it with her crotch – back and forth, gradually lowering herself.

    In about ten of those wonderful seconds, she was all the way down – my cock in the warm vagina of a grown woman! This realization sent goosebumps up my spine. The teacher was still looking into my eyes. I hugged her, caressing her back with one hand and massaging her anus with the index finger of the other, after soaking it with saliva. Then I pulled her closer until our chests were touching. Meanwhile, the teacher began to move in waves, hugged me, and we became one whole. I started kissing her, this time my tongue entered the teacher’s mouth much more passionately, and her tongue tasted even more exciting.

    Meanwhile, my finger had already slipped halfway into her anus. She liked it. Our pace quickened. She started moaning louder and louder, which turned me on almost as much as the warm breasts rubbing against my body. Like the first time, I couldn’t indulge in the pleasure of intercourse for too long, soon I felt the pleasant pressure in my penis. I also started moaning along with the teacher. She understood that I was going to finish and, wanting to calm me down, said that I don’t have to pull out because she couldn’t have children any more. This heated up the blood even more and I started moving at an incredible speed.

    Fortunately, the orgasm for both of us started at the same time and lasted almost half a minute. I flipped the woman onto her back, she wrapped her legs around me, and after a while we started shaking in a fever of pleasure. It was fantastic – we moved exactly at the same time and so hard it felt like the bed was about to break. She was sweaty all over, especially her lower body.

    I laid on her for a moment, enjoying the closeness of our hot bodies, then I pulled out the already throbbing member from her reddened and rosy pussy. Sperm still flowed from the cock, leaving it on the white path of the teacher’s black triangle. Then I licked her body for about five minutes, especially enjoying the tips of the breasts and the wet bottom, the smell of which had mixed with the smell of sperm and became even more pleasant.

    The teacher wanted to taste my cock again. She told me to lie on my back and squatted on my chest herself, this time with her back to me. Pushing her bottom close to my mouth, she bent down and took my cock in her mouth, which instantly rose. I began to manipulate my tongue, first vacuuming the hair of the teacher’s crotch, then began a light back and forth motion, pushing deeper and deeper between her lips. I felt her lips moving harder and harder on my cock. Then I tried to stick my tongue in her anus. Half succeeded.

    Little by little I felt that the second orgasm was approaching. I started to rise up along this woman’s body, pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into her vagina, she also squeezed me tighter between her legs and started spasmodically twitching. After a couple of strong movements, I shot into the teacher’s mouth the part of the hot liquid that she had not drained from me in the first act. I could feel with my nose that the teacher also was wetter than before so I started sucking harder. So she laid on top of me with my face buried in her crotch.

    The teacher got dressed and left in silence. Only at the door did she, according to tradition, give me a perfectly depraved kiss and whispered passionately:

    – Until next lesson…

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  • Erotic Story: My Red-haired Neighbor

    Erotic Story: My Red-haired Neighbor

    Every time I came home, passing by her windows, my head would involuntarily turn, and my eyes would excitedly search for my beautiful, red-haired neighbor. Other times I was lucky and I saw her irresistible silhouette, but other times all I could see was an empty kitchen or curtains.

    I got lucky tonight. The light was on in the kitchen, allowing me to see her. Her hair was wet from the shower she had just taken. She was absentmindedly working around the kitchen. I slowed my pace, knew I only had a second or two and the window would be gone and I would lose sight of her. She looked out the window and our eyes met. I smiled, not sure if she could see me outside in the dark. I saw her perfectly. She too smiled and nodded her head in greeting. Unfortunately, my legs carried me further, and after a while I was past her windows. I slowly went upstairs to my apartment. Passing by her door, cherishing silent hopes, I stopped. I thought I could smell her shampoo in the air. I breathed in a full chest, closing my eyes for a moment as if in a dream. Then the key tapped and the door opened.

    ***

    She was so atypically likable – a freckled face, a small, pointed nose, thin lips. She might have been around 35. You could see that she took care of herself and her appearance. She knew her worth. Her stature was stately and imposing, it exuded experience, but also those special ticklish fluids that twist men’s minds into subordinating everything to her.

    She handed me some papers that the postman had accidentally brought to her apartment. I smiled. Taking the letters, my fingers touched her pointed, varnished nails. I smiled, not hiding the fact that I was enjoying this touch, but she pretended not to notice, and only at the last moment did her hand seem to linger slightly in mine. Our eyes met. She didn’t say it in words, but everything was written so clearly in her eyes. Stepping backwards into the dark corridor, she left the door open. I couldn’t even think of a more direct instruction than this. I crossed the threshold in silence and closed the door behind me.

    ***

    She invited me deeper into the corridor, then into the kitchen, to the same large window where our eyes had met a moment ago. A dewy glass half full of white wine stood on the counter by the sink. She casually raised the glass to her lips and stared at me. Dressed in a pale blue robe, her golden hair draped wetly over her shoulders, her bare legs hidden in a soft terry bathrobe. She turned her back on me and went to the window.

    I approached her from behind so close that I could already smell her scent and breathed in savoring it. Her body moved in such a way that it crushed the last vestiges of my doubts into dust, blew them away with a powerful blast, and sent them flying into nothingness.

    Her hips bucked and even through the thick robe I could see her ass leaning back – just a little, but right where I was standing. I pressed up against her from behind, making her guess what I was thinking about right now. I hugged her and kissed her on the neck. Her breathing was rapid, as rapid as mine. She pressed herself closer to me. My body responded as well, my erection pressing against her like an uncontrollable force with the desire to break free and subjugate.

    I reached back to turn off the light. Now we were illuminated only by the cold moonlight from the clear autumn sky. She, still with her back to me, turned her head and kissed me passionately. I let our saliva mingle and our hearts beat in unison, excited rhythm.

    Grabbing her robe at shoulder height, I pulled it down, revealing her slender, tanned and freckled shoulders. They stood out majestically against the background of the window. I tied them to my kisses and in the meantime pulled the robe lower with my hands until it collapsed with a soft sound at her feet. Now she was naked in front of me. Stretching slightly on her toes, she arched like a kitten in pleasure, but also in tense anticipation, which I didn’t want to deny her at all.

    ***

    I grabbed her breasts in my hands, squeezed, and I pressed against her. I knew I wouldn’t be clothed for long, and as I kissed her I took off my shirt too, unbuttoned the belt and let my pants slide to the floor.

    My hands gripped her ass, slipping between its curves for a moment to feel how hot she was. Oh, there was no doubt about her willingness and readiness? My fingers sank into her vagina. I felt that my control over myself was rapidly disappearing, that my mind was being turned off by something more powerful, something so subconsciously profound that the omniscient consciousness could not resist. My cock was hard and pointing to her, but she didn’t see it. Her face was turned to the window, her head bent forward, her hands resting on the windowsill and her hips towards me. She spread her legs a little more as if waiting, and I stopped slowing myself down. I took my thing in my hand, bent it a little so that it would slip under her ass, right into the tight crotch.

    I thrusted hard and all at once. Every inch of my thing disappeared into her, so deep that it felt like I was lifting her off the ground a little. She moaned passionately. I put my hands on her hips and gripped them hard so that my fingers dug into her flesh. I thrusted into her, fast and full of hunger. Her gasps of pleasure alternated with mine. I didn’t try to hide how very erotic and arousing this moment is when a woman surrenders and gives herself, when her whole being is for me. That she allows me to control and direct this process of passion in the way I like the most!

    ***

    I inhaled her scent, swallowed her every moan with my ears, enjoyed every inch of her skin, caressed her shoulders, kissed her neck. Throwing her hair to one side, she turned to face me. I moved harder and harder and kissed her. Her blue eyes half-closed in pleasure looked into me, her lips breathed a passion that I smothered with my own. I felt her move with me, I felt her body shaking. The tremble became more intense, now she was almost shaking. I realized I couldn’t stop myself. I tried to quickly think of something else than this moment, but it was too good. She was too good. She screamed and pushed her round ass against me.

    Whole kitchen was filled with sound. As I thrusted against her one more time, she froze. I saw her tense up and have an orgasm. But only for a moment, only to collapse on the window sill pressing her breasts against the cold surface. She trembled and bent so much that it seemed that I was going even deeper into her. Feeling a frantic pulse on my penis, it throbbed and threatened to burst inside her. I thrusted like crazy, knowing that I would only have a second or less to make a last minute escape from her hot crotch, that I would have to be able to control myself at the last moment. But not yet, one more time, and one more, and another…

    Before I knew it, she grabbed my member, wet with her juices, yanked it out of her crotch and instantly slid it back into her – just a little higher, forcing it into her ass. It surprised me so much, but the beginning of the end was already here. I growled in a low voice, no longer in control of what was happening, and came into her ass. I went deep inside her. With gush and force, I thrusted deeper into her ass, screaming to myself and trying not to lose my mind. I finished strong, passionate and uncontrollable. Again and again I pumped all of myself into her ass until the pleasure reached its peak. Closing my eyes and not breathing, I stopped in what was, at that moment, the most beautiful moment I had ever experienced.

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  • Erotic story: The physiotherapist

    Erotic story: The physiotherapist

    Choosing a physiotherapist is definitely more difficult than choosing an erotic masseuse. It seems that the main thing is that she is a professional. On the other hand – look, what a beautiful girl, maybe combine the useful with the pleasant? I was tormented by doubts, but the receptionist decided everything for me. And for her too.

    As soon as you enter the therapist’s office (those who have been to physiotherapists will know what I’m talking about), you usually feel a strange feeling of shyness – all kinds of decorations, a table, rings, balls, mats, such an intimate atmosphere, and in the summer – it’s also hot. I came in knocking, my eyes stung and quite confused (I had no idea what she would do with me here), after a while I raised my eyes and saw her!

    I smiled like the sunshine outside the window.

    ***

    I guess such chairs are very healthy, without a backrest on wheels, a seat in the shape of an ass, on such a small bench she was sitting at the computer, with her back elegantly arched and her legs bent at the knees, her feet covering the wheels. Similar to professional dancers with exaggeratedly precise and sharp dance movements, she, in my opinion, sat exaggeratedly “physiotherapeutically” straight, even almost stiff. Blonde, so slim she seemed fragile, but precise posture, shoulders back, small, shapely breasts pushing under a striped fabric t-shirt, black sweatpants, brown eyes. Going through the registration procedure, she seemed so unsure, a little shy avoiding looking me in the eyes, writing down the details and insurance. I was anxiously waiting to see what would happen next. All my shyness was taken away, seeing such a beauty in front of me and still behaving so insecurely.

    Now I had to take off your shirt. Uhhh, it was the middle of summer, I was well tanned in the sun, there was nothing to be ashamed of, but the feelings, I must admit, were strange. The room was spacious, big windows, bright green summer and heat outside, one window was open. She asked me to lie down on the massage table in the middle of the room, the electric motor lifted me off the ground, I lay with my face in that funny hole in the head area, it felt like in the movies.

    And then she showed her hidden power. Her soft, narrow hands dug into my shoulders, I was inwardly (and certainly outwardly) squirming like a stinging wasp, it was … ahem, painfully pleasant, she seemed to be touching the electrical connections in my body, it wasn’t even a massage, such a small torment with such a pleasant tormentor. After cracking my back and neck vertebrae, she made me turn onto my back. Made me, ha! She rather asked quietly but domineeringly.

    I already enjoyed the process, I was ready for all that this beautiful creature had to offer.

    ***

    Now, lying on my back, I watched her. Standing behind my head, she gripped my shoulders, her soft, thin hands gripped me like that, incredibly strong and sharp, I couldn’t help but moan in pain at other times, but her virginal body leaning over me smelled sweet, the contours of her body, hidden so very inappropriately in a proper, non-challenging top, but still there was a kind of electrified erotica in everything, maybe it was only conjured up by my corrupted mind.

    This was followed by sling therapy, where the head is hung on the skipping ropes and ridiculously rocked as if the stone of the sling equipment before the throw. Now her movements became caressingly gentle, I opened all my chakras to absorb her energy, which I felt flowing through her palms. It wasn’t the kind of sexual energy that a masseuse gave in an erotic massage parlor, this one was therapeutic, but the doctor was too attractive for me to take it as just a massage.

    Half an hour flew by. I was relaxed, kneaded, and twisted, it felt great! I got off the “punishment bed” and put on a shirt. She was writing something on the computer calendar, this time not sitting down, but standing with straight legs bent forward at the computer monitor, turning her little ass towards me, unsupervised.

    Oh how I blushed just from the thoughts that came to mind at that moment. And what if she likes it? And what if she hits me? I held on, shooke it off and after a while we said goodbye. Till the next week.

    ***

    Hooow I waited the next time, you understand, there’s no doubt. I even dressed up to go to her. Again, the registration was awkward, the feeling that she doesn’t remember me, that everything is happening as if we were meeting for the first time. She was dressed as restrained as the last time, but her beautiful figure could not be hidden under her clothes. The procedure was similar this time too, painfully similar. And yet the anesthetic of her fluids made me as soft as ripe dough in a clay bowl (the table was clay colored, by the way). And I watched her so much at work, her slender fair neck over which fell curls of short blonde hair, her slender waist, her small breasts confined in a tightly restrained bra, her slender legs.

    As she lowered the massage bed to the ground and let me get off, this time she turned to pick up the rolled up paper cover on the bed I had just been lying on. Again, with such stiff precision, straight back, she leaned forward, but this time I was too close and she pulled me to her with an invisible gravity like a stray asteroid is drawn to a bright star.
    I placed my hand on her stretched black pants just where they split downwards, revealing the slender contours of her bottom. I put my hand and firmly pressed my palm to her crotch from behind. Her hidden power had come to me, only I materialized it in a very primitive way – I lusted after her!

    ***

    My fingers disappeared between her legs, I pushed so hard I thought I was going to lift her off the ground. She gasped loudly in surprise, leaned back sharply and tried to break free, but I wouldn’t let her. I pushed my hips against her ass pinning her to the bed, it was massive and wouldn’t budge even with two of us pushing against it with all our might. She tried to turn around with her hands on my sides, but I didn’t allow that either. With one hand around her hips, with the other against her will, I bent her forward again, pressing her breasts into the soft massage bed, standing still. The hand that was on her hip quickly pulled down the black sweatpants, revealing a white thong. A second later they were also pulled down, and now she was in front of me bare ass, slightly resisting, but also trusting.

    I tried not to think about the trouble I was getting myself into, I let myself enjoy my power over her. My hand slipped between the curves of her bottom again, but now there were no clothes between us. I felt her heat, parted her tender crotch and stuck a finger into her, then another, slowly moving my hand deeper and hearing her moan again and try to break out. I put my thumb on her anus, tempting myself with the thought of pressing it tighter, but not hurting her.

    I felt that she wasn’t resisting so much anymore, she seemed to be resigned, so I let go of the tight grip that was holding her down and now I had both hands, I was able to slide the black pants and panties all the way down, releasing her of them. I spread her legs, kneeling in front of her. She had bent her ass so hard that her labia opened to my view as if beckoning, and I gave in to the call. Plunging my face into her from behind, I pushed as hard as I could to get my tongue deeper into the depths of pleasure. Spreading the roundness of her ass with my hands, I sank into her, but felt her squirm. “It’s all over!” I thought in horror, but she just turned to me, leaned her ass against the edge of the massage couch and lifted one leg, bending it at the knee and placing her foot on the edge of the bed.

    Well, her clean-shaven crotch was completely at my disposal, lips parted like petals. She leaned her hips forward a little more and I sucked on her like a flower full of honey, teasing the round pink bud at the very top of the slit with my tongue. And she dodged again, only this time she rushed to the door to lock it. Well, there were no more obstacles for me, she had said yes. Like a delicate doe, with bare feet and slender, thin legs, she skipped a few steps from the door back to the love bed, still wearing a white shirt that straightened to cover her bare crotch. She came to me, unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my hot member, holding it in her hand and rubbing it so skillfully that I too gave in to the pleasure. But just for a moment, I again felt that strong desire to rule inside me, which crossed the line of decency, I wanted to have her, to fuck her, here, now, without reservation, and hard. Having taken off my pants, I stood completely naked, she was beside me, blushing, not speaking.

    ***

    Only from behind does a woman really give herself to a man. Again I pushed her with her face into the massage bed, standing up I entered her from behind. So narrow was the space reserved for my thing, so hot, so slippery. I spread her with force and rammed deep into her until it stopped. She moaned passionately in response and moaned with each of my thrusts so loudly that I leaned forward and put my hand over her mouth. Bending over, I continued thrusting into her, and I felt how she was tightening her vagina, how she was increasing her already crazy pleasure. I throbbed inside her, leaning back and taking her hands behind her back, thrusting into her, sparing my strength and hers.

    I felt the moment approaching again when I no longer controlled myself, I worked with terrible force and speed, crashing into her virgin body with cruelty, subduing her, making her and the whole room fill with tension. Both of my hands now gripped her small, white ass, holding her close to me. Holding her in front of my power so I can thrust deep and mercilessly over and over, listening to the sound of pleasure as I watch her slender body thrust against the bed.

    And then I finished. Running the last few meters with my eyes closed, I managed to pull myself away from her to see how the sperm was shooting over her ass, on her back, her shirt, and also hitting the hole in her ass, where I so wanted to penetrate with my finger a moment ago. As if in a trance, I continued to rub my cock vigorously until all the pleasure, all my stored energy was poured out on her delicate, panting body. Meanwhile, the other hand sank back into her wet crotch. My fingers massaged her while she finished, wetness splashing on the floor in a stream… And when I finally stopped, she leaned back, turned to me, but without even giving me a kiss, dropped to her knees and took my still hard thing into her mouth, gently sucking and swallowing the last of the seed drops.

    After cleaning everything, she got up. She panted excitedly. My physical therapist was flushed and flustered. Her body trembled and her soft crotch like a magnet continued to lure me. Then she bent down to get her clothes and got dressed right there in front of my eyes. And went to the computer to sign me up for the next visit.

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  • Sex story: Threesome With Her Co-Worker – Part II

    Sex story: Threesome With Her Co-Worker – Part II

    Before I could say anything, the girls rushed to the bathroom laughing. I fell into the warm bed and, surrounded by the smell of fresh sex, I wondered how to prolong the stay of her charming colleague, because the evening had just begun for me… Read the first part HERE – Threesome With Her Co – Worker – Part I.

    I went into the kitchen and grabbed some wine. The sound of running water indicated that they were not going to say goodbye just yet. My intuition did not fail me: the bath was steaming with warm water and the girls were playing with foam. Little white clouds of foam drifted over the sun-kissed bodies, and as I stood in the doorway, my eyes caressed every inch I had yet to enjoy.

    Passionate kisses, passionate sighs… as if I wasn’t there. I didn’t try to attract attention – I sat on the toilet, poured myself some wine and enjoyed the show. The well-chilled wine did nothing to quell the passions, and my manhood clearly indicated a desire to continue. Instead of satisfying myself, I took the initiative. I quietly crept up like a hunting cat and, catching the look of my beloved, started stroking her colleague’s back. I licked her ear sensually, nibbled her breasts playfully, slowly moved down, kissing her neck…

    Maybe it was jealousy, or maybe she just decided to include me in the water fun, but my lover pulled her friend closer for a kiss and all I could do at that moment was follow her. I got into the bath. Warm water, hot atmosphere and a wonderful woman in our midst. I don’t know if it was a fantasy come true for both of them or if I was just an extra element. Soon, with the long-awaited kiss, my doubts were dispelled and my beloved again allowed me to believe that it was all organized for me. I thought the green light meant the same thing to everyone, so I moved on. Not by pushing the pedal to the floor, but going slowly and surely.

    Now I had bravely embraced this unexplored feminine being. Mine somehow understood my intentions and, without taking her eyes off me, started playing with her colleague’s breasts. With my body I felt how she trembled from my wife’s skillful caresses. I have no doubt that she also felt how active my body was reacting to it, because as soon as I touched her hot spot, I felt her hand on my cock. I felt how easily my fingers slid into her depths and how she arched her back in response and pressed her bottom against my testicles… how her sighs increased as I quickened the rhythm of my finger movements and how hard she clung to the sides of the tub.

    I had no doubt that my wife and I were a great team, but I never imagined that we could melt someone else like this. Her orgasm, like a small victory, became an incentive to move on. I sat on the edge of the bathtub and waited to see if I would be allowed to visit the place where I had just lit the sauna. After a moment I could already feel how hot it was. The girl, whose name I no longer remember, moved up and down my steel-hardened penis easily, without much help, and her muscles squeezed me so hard that I had to try not to cum right away.

    Fortunately, my lover distracted me with a long, deep kiss. But when I heard it, I still heard everything, and the sighs that warned of another orgasm, how adrenaline ran through my body. I managed to hold on until she, unable to hold on any longer, pulled away on her own, but the peace did not last long. My wife grabbed me by the shoulders, pushed me down and, placing her foot on the edge of the tub, wordlessly demanded kisses. I enthusiastically plunged my tongue between her moist lips and inhaled her deeply, as if we had forgotten about our wonderful guest.

    The air was just vibrating with moans and we were all so hot as we approached the heights of pleasure. My wife grabbed my hair and such a rude gesture literally pulled me like a magnet to orgasm. My last mumbled moans worked like an explosion and when I finished, my beloved was shaking with orgasm in the arms of this woman.

  • Erotic Story: Bad Girl

    Erotic Story: Bad Girl

    You walk into the living room, fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but dark jeans. Arousal takes over my body without warning. The mind resists, but that fresh smell, those seductive body lines, your playfully messy hair and warm, moist skin…

    Your muted smile shows that the plan worked. You know I won’t resist, that all you have to do is raise an eyebrow and I’ll put everything on pause to escape from work for a moment and immerse myself in our bright world of bliss. I save the document and slowly remove my glasses without taking my eyes off you. You don’t even move from your place – you are waiting for me to come myself.

    When I’m an inch away from you, I slip one leg between yours and, stretching a little, cling to your neck and take a breath to dive in a breathtaking kiss. I can never have enough of you. Our kisses, like perfectly matched notes, vibrate through the whole body and awaken every nerve ending. You are a great kisser as always and our caresses are slowly gaining momentum. Your fingers are in my hair and your lips only open when we run out of air.

    Your hot breath warms my sensitive skin. I press into you with my whole body and feel how, as my pelvis rubs against yours, you get an erection. Catching my gaze, you grab my butt and pull me even closer. Our lips and hands move tirelessly, as if we are studying each other, as if we are trying to capture every inch of our bodies to rediscover each other.

    Tongues intertwined again and again. I gently bite your bottom lip and pull away. You look at me questioningly, and I grab your hand, lick your index finger, then suck it lightly, running my tongue around the tip of it… Yes, you know perfectly well what I want to do, but I want you to tell me that.

    – Tell me what to do… – I whisper quietly, looking into your eyes.

    – Kneel down, – the words sound firmly and clearly on your moist lips.

    Oh, I like that… You are always understanding and caring, but it is clear that you like to dominate. Now your voice is lower, harsher and still very confident. That alone sends thrilling shivers through my body. I follow your instructions. I kneel humbly, sit comfortably so that your penis, swollen in your pants, is at my eye level.

    – And now? – I raise my eyebrows and purse my lips.

    – Take it in your mouth, – I hear a firm answer.

    I unbutton your jeans with slightly trembling fingers of excitement, unzip them, pull them down. I grab your penis with one hand. I look up at you again and lick the tip greedily. Your eyes narrow in pleasure, you want me, you want me to go one step further. I raise my eyebrows questioningly again and you continue playing.

    – Suck it! – I hear your next order.

    I grab it with both hands, my mouth moves closer so you can feel my warm breath on your wet skin, and you thrust your hips forward impatiently, as if to rush me, as if to remind me how much you want it. But now is my moment. As I am all yours, you are mine and I enjoy every moment of your impatience.

    I move even closer and wrap the tip of my tongue around the small slit at the top of your cock, then around the entire head. You wait quietly and even hold your breath until I finally let you in between my soft lips. You let out a loud moan as the heat and wetness envelopes your thing. Lust and thirst are reflected in your face, which heats me up even more and penetrates to the epicenter of my feelings. Oh, how I love it… Boiling pleasure flows through my veins when I know that you are happy, that I am the one who excites you, who satisfies you.

    I concentrate and take your thing as deep as I can. You surrender to all my intricate tongue movements, moving your hips gently, using everything my mouth has to offer. My breathing quickens as the pace of stimulation increases and you withdraw your penis without warning, though my mouth would still obediently form a small ‘o’. You sigh, your lips tremble, but I know you’re close…

    – I want to continue… – I offer, not understanding your plan.

    – Get up and undress, – your low voice tells me.

    I stand up and slowly undress, swaying my hips. Soft music plays in the background and I watch your erection shake as I reveal more and more of my body. I take off the light, loose blouse and throw it on the ground. As if showing what I’m doing, I turn my back and glance over my shoulder to slowly unbutton my bra. I turn back and, holding on to the bra with one hand, slide the straps off my shoulders one by one. Then it also falls next to the blouse. Crossing my hands over my chest, I slide my hands down to the waistband of my jean shorts. I slowly unbutton them, pull back the zipper and, turning my side towards you, slide them even more slowly down my tanned legs. You keep your eyes on me and I love it.

    After getting rid of the shorts, I caress my round bum and slowly slide off my panties, which show shameless wet spot. Finally, I stand naked in front of you. You pull me closer again and press me to you with your whole body. Your hands travel down my body and stop on my chest. My nipples harden from your gentle caresses and you begin to suck them. One after another. As the tongue circles one, the fingers travel around the other. You know the space between my legs is throbbing with the heat of hell. I want you!

    – Please… I want you. Take me, – I whisper in your ear, panting hotly from your caresses.

    Not getting an answer, I pull away from your hot body and lean over the back of the couch, twisting my bottom. I know very well what you see: wet reflections on my sensitive skin, red with blood, swollen with excitement. I know you won’t be against it, and you know what is waiting for you there. I hear soft footsteps on the wooden floor of the living room, excruciatingly slow, and I feel you gently run your hand over my bottom and slap it playfully.

    – Bad girl! – you justify the slap.

    You slap me again and you know from my moans how much it turns me on.

    – Are you a bad girl?

    – Yes…- I pant, thrusting my hips back to meet your painfully hard penis between my cheeks.

    – What do bad girls deserve? – you ask again, like such a strict teacher.

    At the same time, you begin to stimulate my clit with your fingertips, feeling me getting wetter and wetter. First one, then two of your fingers slide easily into me. You feel the muscles of my vagina contract around the intruders. Gradually your hand starts to move faster and faster and it seems to me that every time you go back in, you hit an even more sensitive spot than before.

    I can’t answer, all I can think about is that your fingers are irritating my hottest spot, so you answer yourself.

    – Bad girls are punished, and I think you are a very bad girl.

    You pull your fingers out and I feel something much bigger pushing inside. Oh yes…

    – I want to be inside you. What do you want me to do? – now you are waiting for instructions.

    – Take me. Strong. Just fuck me!

    And to my surprise, you start very slowly, barely picking up speed. Let me get used to it, getting deeper and deeper and I’m slowly getting closer to climax. Slowly and precisely, each time deeper and deeper, into my hot, wet, tight vagina, but not all the way until I am literally begging, calling out your name for you to give me everything.

    The orgasm I’ve been waiting for so patiently hits full force as soon as I feel you plunge all the way into me. I moan as shivers run through my stiff body and you continue to drill me. Literally.

    You grip my hips tightly and start fucking me with all your might until the sound of our rhythmic body beats echoes in the room. You start slapping my ass again. Slowly at first, then faster, matching each thrust with the slap. The speed increases and I can’t take it anymore as the same hand wraps around me and begins to roughly stimulate my clit. It’s too much. An even stronger orgasm shoots through my body and I feel what’s happening to you, still rhythmically thrusting your thing into me. You want me to feel that you are still deep inside me. I let out another desperate moan, and with it you release yourself from my dripping crotch.

    – On your knees! – I hear your domineering and rude command.

    I don’t linger because I know what’s coming next. I quickly kneel down and, seeing your reddened thing in your strong fist, obediently open my mouth. A few seconds pass and I feel your hot cum splashing on my face. Your low moans echo in the room as you stain my hair and face with impudent aim.

    There’s one last order that means I have to clean it all up. With a look in my eyes full of lust, I run my fingers along my cheeks, collecting the splatters of sperm and sliding them into my mouth. You move closer, pushing your wet penis into my mouth, allowing me to taste it fully.

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  • Sex Story: The Boss

    Sex Story: The Boss

    Late on Friday night, after a boring conference and a business lunch that was too long, they still had to stop by the office to drop off some documents. Although the distance from the parking lot to the door of the building was not great, the downpour surprised and soaked them properly. Screaming like children, the boss and his subordinate ran into the office completely drenched and laughed for a while while wiping their dripping hair.

    “Refreshing,” she laughed, referring to both the wine and the fatigue. “True that…” the boss laughed and for the first time he saw her differently. Her eyes sparkled with laughter. Cheeks were still pink from the alcohol. Her face was wet from the rain and the clothes were stuck to her body. He only now realized how attractive she was. There is almost no doubt that it was the alcohol in his blood that intensified his feelings and he lost control, gave in to his desire and kissed her. She hesitated for a moment, trying to push him away. Both knew it shouldn’t happen, but neither could stop.

    ***

    He took her face in his hands and kissed her lips sensually. Any resistance melted away like a snowflake on a palm. Her soft lips, sweet lip gloss and red wine on the slippery tongue – a charming cocktail. “You have no idea how much I want you…” he whispered, his voice shaking with excitement. Doubt still lurked in her eyes. It would so complicate everything. He should have stopped. She should have stopped him. But he couldn’t. And she didn’t want to.

    He kissed her again, pushing her closer to the table. She leaned back and he pushed her further until she sat on the edge of the table. He spread her legs, sliding his hands under her skirt and slowly moved up. Her firm skin only made his passion stronger, and his hard thing swelled painfully as he reached her wet panties. He hissed animalistically. She pushed herself closer to him as the boss’ eager fingers slowly traced the depths he wanted to be in.

    ***

    He couldn’t wait any longer. He just had to do it. He deftly unbuckled his belt. Pulling off his pants, his penis burst out like a stiff weapon eager to conquer new land. He hadn’t felt such an attraction in a long time. She panted helplessly in his tight embrace. He took her hand and placed it on his cock. Her touch was indescribably gentle and thrillingly shy. She moved lightly up and down, then her fingertips worked around the wet head and down again, gently squeezing the throbbing organ in her palm.

    “I can’t take it anymore,” the boss whispered in her ear. A shiver ran over her electrified skin. He inhaled her perfume again and that was enough. “Let me take you,” he breathed out desperately. He couldn’t believe it himself. It was madness, but he couldn’t stop. She was also giddy with the excitement in the air, so she nodded without saying anything, looking at him with burning eyes.

    Reaching under her skirt, she pulled aside her panties as if opening the gates of heaven for him. The boss pulled her closer to the edge of the table and happily dove in to where he was warmly welcomed. She bit her lip, and their sighs and moans soon filled the room. He pushed deeper and deeper, her satisfied gasps working on him like the most powerful aphrodisiac. Her soft, wet crotch tensed every time he entered it. She was getting louder and louder. Shyness disappeared, all barriers dissolved. There were only two thirsty bodies left on their way to ecstasy.

    ***

    He finally found a rhythm and was moving briskly back and forth, after all he only got this chance once so he had to make the most of it. “Sex is not a race,” he told himself, fighting the heady pleasure. She leaned on her elbows, tilting her head back and savoring his every move. He took his time. However, the more she moaned, the more the boss wanted to silence her so that no one would hear them. Sensing her orgasm approaching, he continued his sharp movements, watching her nails scrape the edge of the table and feeling her muscles tighten.

    “Don’t stop, boss!…” she screamed between the convulsions that shook her body. He reacted like a well-slapped racehorse and picked up speed. The faster he moved, the louder she moaned. As she climaxed, the boss thrust in deep and hard, enjoying watching her melt on his work table.

    “That’s right…” a triumphant fanfare echoed through his mind as the wetness flowing from her pussy made the slide even better. She even closed her eyes. He gentlemanly slowed his movements to let her regain her sense, and when she finally opened her eyes, he came to a complete stop and pulled out his tireless thing. It was hard to tell if she let out a sigh of frustration or relief, but he wasn’t about to stop.

    ***

    “Turn around,” he commanded quietly. She obeyed and turned her back on him as she got off the table. He lifted her skirt and bent her body forward over the table. Boss caressed her curved ass and slid inside easily. Grasping to her tender hemispheres, so hard that he left red traces, he began to simply and primitively fuck her. Strong and reckless. She was cursing and begging and screaming in ecstasy, but she was clearly enjoying herself, wanting him even deeper.

    She was panting and moaning like she knew it was driving the boss crazy. This ecstatic woman was nothing like the loyal employee – he had discovered her little secret and it was music to his ears. She moved her hips vigorously, not allowing him to stop, and he only pressed harder against her buttocks, feeling that he was about to cum. Everything was boiling inside him. Her body was rocked by orgasm again, she tried to pull away from him, but the boss only sank deeper, pinning her to the table. “YES YES!” – she shared her feelings without hesitation. That sensual scream and her spasming muscles brought him closer to the finish line. He plunged in full length and finished with a beastly gasp as she continued to moan uncontrollably. He gasped too, feeling her inner muscles contract around his throbbing member.

    After the passionate duet, there was confusion all around. They had nothing more to say. They just stared at each other until she finally nodded in the direction of the bathroom. Although her clothes and hair were a mess, she looked amazing as she strutted down the aisle, her feet shaking in her high heels and blush shining on her cheeks and chest.

    ***

    “See you Monday, boss,” she smiled, poking her head into his office. “Have a nice weekend,” he replied with a smile.

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