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05/24/2025

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05/24/2025

Are you like me 🫣

05/24/2025

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05/24/2025

The Casting Couch

My name is John and my wife is Rachel. I think my wife is a knock out. She's very shapely with a firm pair of loves bubbles and a s*x drive to match. She's just as hot as she was when I met her in her early 20's. We are in our mid thirties and have been involved in the lifestyle for almost 10 years. A few years back when we were planning our vacation, I came up with a novel idea. We had gone to various sw***er resorts and while we thoroughly enjoyed our time there, I was restless and wanted to try something different. This is what I thought of. We could go to sunny California for a week. I wanted to set up an audition for new p**n starlets. I ran this scenario past my wife and she was all for it. I did a little research and three weeks prior to going I acquired a new cell phone and took out an ad in an underground LA rag. It stated interested actresses for amateur exotic films and the cell number. It was amazing after a couple of days the phone started ringing. I must have received 40 or 50 calls the first week. I filtered the callers. They had to be virgins to the industry due to it being a series for 1st time "Amateurs on Film". I told them the auditions would be in a couple of weeks and they would need to send a bio, pictures and what ever info they thought might be relevant. After we screened the applicants then we would be back in touch. The mail showed up 3 or 4 days later. I couldn't believe what we got. The pictures were one thing, some with clothes, lots of pics in bikinis but a few were totally in the raw. And the stories were really interesting too, a few even touted some of their unique talents. One pretty little thing only sent a picture of herself with her mouth sucking the head of an enormous c**k. Her name and birthday on the back of it. Her name was Pam and she had just turn 18. I was very intrigued. We put her on the schedule. Rachel and I selected some we thought were hot and I called those back and scheduled one per day. We had rented a condo by the beach and told them that was where the casting interviews would be. To sound official we told them they needed to bring a form from their Doctor that stated they had been tested for STD's and some n**e portfolio pics. We set up six different girls each day giving us a break during the middle of the week and a will call list in case of a no show. Our trip was set.
We were both very excited as we checked in for our "vacation". We tried to think of everything and set the condo up accordingly. We brought lots of toys and such. We had refreshments and sundries in the bathroom. My wife would be wearing a business suit and carried a clipboard to take "notes". She had a pair of glasses on and her hair was worn up. She looked hot in the classic fantasy secretary garb. Around 4:00 that afternoon our first girl, the 22 year old dark haired Ginger showed up. I introduced Rachel as my assistant. We offered her a drink and made some small talk to put everyone at ease. Ginger was wearing some tight jeans and a tee shirt. She had a great figure and nice big breasts and I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't seem shy at all and after looking over her pics and doctor's report we all moved to the bedroom to start the "interview". Rachel had her sign a consent form and then had her set down on the bed. She turned around to face me and the camcorder and proceeded to say "Ginger interview take one". She was playing her part perfectly. I told Ginger I was going to ask her some questions and for her to be frank with us. I told her we were looking for girls for a first time amateur video and if she had ever done anything in the p**n industry on film. She told us she had been taped having s*x with her boyfriend once but nothing professionally. I asked her things like her s*xual orientation which she told us was bi but had never been with both at the same time. I asked her if she liked a**l and she said she did but preferred straight. I asked her what her favorite fantasy was and she said it was a th*****me. This was getting better by the minute. Finally I asked her to get undressed that we needed to see her body on film and she stood up right away and removed her clothes. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra but she didn't have on any panties either. This girl was amazingly s*xy. I had her slowly turn around in front of the camera to get a good look at her entire body. Her breasts were firm and protruding and her ass was small and tight. Oh the joys of youth. Her p***y was either shaved or waxed with a small line of p***s directly above her c**t, p**n style. I had her crawl onto the bed facing away from the camera on her knees to expose her c**t and ass without actually asking her to spread them. I then told her to look back at me. With her backside exposed and her beautiful face looking over her shoulders she was smoking hot. I noticed Rachel squirming in her chair as she was obviously getting turn on. After filming a close up of her p***y and ass I had her sit down on the bed and asked her if she thought she could have s*x in front of a camera with several cameramen and others in the same room. She said she thought she could. I told her we needed to see how she would do and I asked Rachel to come over to the bed. My wife jumped up immediately. She sat next to Ginger and gazed into her eyes as she removed her glasses and let down her hair. They were both in to each other and they soon started kissing as my wife was being undressed by Ginger. It was all very sensual. Rachel dropped down to Ginger's sweet breasts and in no time she had her ni***es erect. She dropped lower and was at her lovely triangle. Ginger spread her thighs apart and I moved in for a close up. My wife teased and licked her p***y gently until Ginger's moans told us that she wanted more. That's when my wife devoured this little nymph's c**t. Ginger laid on the bed withering from my wife's oral assaults. I moved up towards Ginger's head to film my wife's face while she was eating her p***y. My bad boy was rock hard by now and Ginger must have noticed the bulge in my pants. She gasped for me to take it out. I dropped my pant quickly. Now I'm not hung like a p**n star but I do have nearly 8 inches and some girth. Ginger remarked how nice it was and grasped it with one hand. This little hottie was caressing my rock hard c**k as she squirmed on the bed as Rachel brought her close to or**sm. I felt her squeeze my c**k as her body tensed up and she let out a loud scream, "AAaahhhh!" She came long and hard and finally let go of my c**k as she lay still in post or**smic bliss

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05/23/2025

My Biggest Secret

I am a 42 year old teacher, and still live in the village I grew up in, which is in Scotland. I am married to a fellow teacher, and we have 3 young children. I would describe our s*x life as okay, but with busy jobs and the kids, it’s not particularly exciting. I normally find that fantasizing helps me to reach an or**sm much faster, but as my other half is not particularly experimental, I tend to keep the thoughts in my head, rather than say them out loud.

There is one fantasy theme that works for me every time, and it’s variations of something that actually happened when I was 18 years old. It was the summer before I went away to university, and I spent most of the long break baby-sitting for a family my parents knew. They – Mike and Julia – were a nice couple in their forties, and had twin 11-year old boys that I looked after from time to time. They ran an events business together, which often meant one or both of them working away overnight, or getting home late, so I would often stay over at their house. I always enjoyed staying over, as the boys were well-behaved, and Julia always paid me very well for my time, much more than my friends made as waitresses or shop assistants. The best part however were the nights that Mike was away and Julia would come back late. We would stay up talking, and she treated me like an equal, a grown-up, which is something my strict parents never did. She’d normally open a bottle of wine for us to share, or fix us a c**ktail each, and we’d sit and talk about my upcoming university adventure, boys I liked, my hopes for the future – all the things I couldn’t talk about at home.

One evening – I remember it now, it was the first Tuesday of that July – I was looking after the boys whilst she worked locally and Mike was away in France. She’d told me she’d be back around midnight, so I waited up. It was a hot, sticky night, so I sat on the sofa in short pyjamas, watching old movies. She got back a little before twelve, and after asking how the children had been, went to the kitchen to fetch a bottle of wine and two glasses.

We sat chatting about the event that she’d been talking about – a charity fundraiser – and then moved on to telling me about her plans for Mike’s 50th birthday party the following month. They had a huge social circle of friends, and people would be travelling from all over Europe to celebrate with them. I asked her what she was planning to get him for his birthday, and her response will stay with me forever.

“Actually hon, I was hoping you might be able to help with that.”

I was puzzled. “Well if I can, I will. What did you have in mind?”

She smiled. “Before I tell you, I need you to know that it’s okay if you say no, and I don’t want to offend you. This stays between us, please?” I nodded.

“So this might come as a shock to you, but Mike and I…. have what you could call an open relationship. As in, we swing. Sleep with other people, go to parties with other couples that like to swap partners, that kind of thing. But for a while, we’ve had this fantasy about someone younger – late teens, early twenties maybe – joining us in bed. Most of our friends are our age, and part of a couple. Now I know you’re looking to make more money for your University fund, so I was wondering… would you like to be our ‘special guest’? It would only be a one-off, and we’d naturally be very discreet, as we’d need you to be. But it would be lots of fun, and we’d pay you well for that night’s work.” She laughed.

I was stunned. Not offended, just incredibly surprised and somewhat curious.

“So you watch each other have s*x with other people? Don’t you get jealous?” I asked.

She shook her head as she took a sip of wine. “No not at all. We have a very stable relationship, and we trust each other. We always tell each other if we have s*x with someone else when the other isn’t there, so in a lot of ways, our marriage is based on more honesty than most other couples’ is. And it’s good fun, it keeps things exciting and stops us getting bored.”

My own experiences of s*x at this point had not been particularly fun or exciting. I lost my virginity to a classmate at a party when I was 16, and that had been a rushed fumble that didn’t do anything for me. After that, I had only had s*x with my ex-boyfriend, who was also from a strict background where s*x wasn’t discussed, and only ever wanted to do it in the missionary position, in the dark.

“Look, there’s no pressure. It’s not for everyone, and we certainly wouldn’t want to lose our best babysitter over this. But I really think you would enjoy it, we’d make sure of that, and it would really take the financial pressure off you when you go away. Based on you doing the things on our wish list, we’d be prepared to pay you…..”

She got out a pen and wrote a number on the back of her hand. I could not believe how much they were offering, it really would make a huge difference to my life for the next year.

“Wow! I mean – well I don’t know. But I’m not sure I’m comfortable with being paid for s*x, doesn’t that make me some kind of hooker?”

She laughed again. “No sweetheart, it doesn’t. Think of it more as friends doing favours for each other. As our friend, you’d be making sure that I could give my husband the birthday treat he has his heart set on. And as your friend, we’d be making sure that you could manage when you start university. Does that sound better?”

I nodded. “So when you say you have a wish list, what does that involve?”

“Different things, and you don’t have to do all of them. We wouldn’t ask you to do anything you were uncomfortable with, but we’d pay a share of the total for any that you did. So for starters, Mike loves to watch me with other women, it always turns him on so much. You and I would put on a little show for him to get things started. Then, it would be up to you. Either you could watch us having s*x – we both love being watched – or he could f**k you whilst I play with both of you – there’s lots of options.”

I blushed, trying to picture what she was describing. They were both very attractive people, and not that I would tell her this, but I had fantasised about her husband when I was alone in bed ma********ng.

“I’m not sure, I mean I’ve not really done much before with guys. I’ve never been with another girl either. So I probably won’t know what to do. I don’t think I’m very good at s*x stuff, I’ve never really enjoyed it.”

She smiled. “That’s because you’ve only ever been with selfish, immature boys that didn’t know how to pleasure you. We could teach you how to enjoy s*x, which will only be a good thing for you in life and will help you to know what you want from your next relationship.”

I sat and thought about it for a moment.

“I’m definitely tempted,” I told her. “I’m just worried I won’t know what to do.”

“I can help with that,” she replied, moving to sit much closer to me on the sofa.

I felt myself becoming lightheaded from the wine, but mainly from the excitement building within me. Without saying a word, Julia leant in and kissed me, gently on the lips. She pulled away slightly to look in my eyes, as if waiting for permission to go further. When I smiled, she moved in to kiss me again, this time much harder. Her hands began to move over my body, stroking my skin and making me tingle.

Having never been with a woman before, this was all new, but felt so good. The boys I had been with had always been rough and awkward, but this felt incredible. As her tongue parted my lips and began to explore my mouth, her hands made their way up my top, where they started to gently squeezing my t**s.

She stopped kissing me for a moment and lifted up my top, to view my breasts as she held them.

“Oh my!” she exclaimed. “Mike will go crazy over these! He’s definitely a breast-guy and he’s always talking about how big and s*xy yours are. Mmmm….”

With that her mouth moved onto one of my ni***es swirling her tongue over it before suckling with firm but pleasant pressure. Her hand gently squeezed my breast in rhythm with her sucking. It was sheer bliss, and she moved from one tit to the other, then back again, until I felt ready to pass out.

She must have sensed my arousal, as without removing her mouth, she slipped her hand into my shorts. I was so wet, and as her fingers found my c**t, I started to moan with pleasure. I’ve heard people say it takes another woman to know, but she seemed to know exactly what I wanted, without saying a word. Skilfully, she continued to rub my swollen c**t with her thumb as she slit a finger into my soaking p***y. “Ohhhh, so tight!” she murmured, her hot breath teasing my hard ni**le.

I began to pant as she added second finger, stroking them in and out, slowly and then faster. She increased the pressure from her thumb, and as I got closer to the edge, she started to suck my tit even harder. In no time at all I felt my muscles contract around her fingers, and I cried out as the or**sm took over my body.

After gently withdrawing her fingers, she pulled my top down and kissed me on the mouth.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she giggled.

“It was amazing,” I corrected her. “Do you want me to do something for you now?”

“No,” she replied. “It’s getting late, I think we should be thinking about bed.”

I struggled to fall asleep lying alone in their guest bed, my mind racing at what had happened and what she had offered me. Having had someone else make me cm for the first time, I knew I wanted it to happen again, and that I would be accepting her proposal.

The next morning, she treated me like normal, laughing and joking as we got the boys’ breakfast ready. Just before I left, I whispered to her that I wanted to take her up on her offer, and she looked delighted and told me she’d be in touch.

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My Biggest Secret I’ve never told anyone this story before. I am a 42 year old teacher, and still live in the village I grew up in, which ...

05/21/2025

My step sister (erotic stories )

The rain tapped softly against the tall windows of the old city loft, casting silver streaks across the wooden floor. Elena leaned back in her velvet chair, a glass of red wine resting loosely in her hand, her eyes fixed on the storm outside—but her thoughts were elsewhere.

It had been weeks since she'd seen him.

There was a weight in the room, a hum in the air, like the moment before thunder. Her phone buzzed once on the table beside her. She didn’t need to look to know who it was.

She stood slowly, heart beating faster now, and crossed the room with a grace that belied the fire

beginning to stir inside her.

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05/21/2025

BANK MISS (adult stoies)

Sumithra began working as a bank officer several years ago. With her talent and dedication, she quickly established herself in a stable and successful position. Along with that success came an increasing workload. However, since she was able to handle everything efficiently, even special assignments at the bank were entrusted to her.

One day, Sumithra was given a major responsibility—to take full charge of a promotional campaign at the bank. Because of this, she had to work until late into the night. Realizing that she wouldn’t be able to return home that day, she decided to stay overnight at a hotel. Given her strong financial position, she booked a room at a highly rated, star-class hotel over the phone.

After finishing her work, she headed to the hotel, picked up the key to her reserved room, and prepared to go up. It had been an exhausting day, so climbing the stairs felt too difficult. Instead, she headed for the elevator.

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05/20/2025

Our Neighbors Surprise.

Not to make light of a terrible hurricane that caused horrible destruction to the fabric of our society and to our beloved city, but as far as I can recall this is exactly what happened (though of course I?ve changed the names) when we rode the storm out, so here?s our story.
We live in New Orleans, and love the city. My name is Sherri and my husband Dan and I moved there five years ago, but we?ve built our retail businesses there and have made lots of friends, so when Hurricane Katrina arrived it was very difficult for us to pack up and leave, especially since a group of us were concerned about our stores on Magazine Street. Three couples and we all had similar interests and were good friends, but there had never been any s*xual component to our friendship. I mean, two of us had pools so we had all seen each other in swimsuits and I can?t deny looking at the other husbands and being attracted just because they were nice looking guys, but we all acted pretty straight around each other.

We all have children but they had been sent off to various other states with the grandparents. We live on the same two streets, so we picked the strongest house and agreed that we would sit the storm out together.

We have pretty similar stories; Jill and Tom were in antiques and had been together for about six years, Tom is in his late thirties and is a cutie who keeps in great shape, his wife Jill has a body to die for, slim hips, long legs, pretty smile and b***s that are just too big to be real. Brigitte and Rick have a clothing store, Brigitte is a short red-headed ball of fire, not terribly pretty but dynamic and always the life of the party. She has what I think of as a tennis body, short, compact, with firm legs and a slightly large but firm ass. Her husband is a slightly grey haired lawyer in his forties, distinguished looking, in good shape with a great sense of humor. My husband Dan and I have a bookstore, and Dan is one of those large men who look as if they were linebackers, but turn out to be gentle giants. He?s one of the s*xiest men I?ve ever known, but in a quiet, refined way, We had prepared fairly well, we thought, but of course there is always something that goes wrong. We settled down in our house, started the generator which powered a small air-conditioner, the fan and a refrigerator and opened a couple of bottles of wine, listening to the rising wind, enjoying the drama of the rain storm, watching the news reports. The power started going on and off in the rest of the house and Tom suddenly remembered that he had not turned off their gas line. He became convinced that the pilot light on his industrial stove might blow out, allowing gas to continue to flow, and was afraid that if the power continued to go on and off a spark might set the house off. We tried to tell him this was a foolish concern, but then we worried that if his house went up in flames it could spread all the way down the block, so we agreed that two of us should make a dash to turn off the gas.

At this point we were all a little buzzed and the wind had started howling, but we thought that for the sake of the kids we should only send one parent from each family, so I agreed to run over to the house with Tom. We thought we would be back in a few minutes, but the moment I left the front door I knew we had a problem. The wind was howling like a banshee and the noise was truly frightening. Tom grabbed me around the waist and the two of us raced down the street. Just as we turned into the house a tree limb that must have been six inches across flew up behind us. I thought it had missed us, but Tom folded. He had been struck a glancing blow on the back of the leg. We made it into the darkened house and quickly found the gas main and shut it off, but it was clear to us that we couldn?t go back into the street.

At this point I noticed that blood was seeping from the back of Tom?s pants. We went up the stairs to the bathroom and got the first aid kit and then crept back down to the living room. We were both soaked, and brought along towels to dry off. Their living room was decorated with an eastern flair, decorated with huge mirrored pillows, statues of Buddha and tall candlesticks. I lit the candles. Tom had suggested that he go the bathroom to dress his wound, but I told him not to be silly, that underwear was no different than bathing suits. I had shucked out of my slacks and shirt and had dried myself with a towel and then rolled my clothes in the towel to dry. I was sitting in my bra and panties, and had to admit I had a tiny thrill at telling him to take down his trousers. I had him lay face down on a couple of pillows. The branch had given him a deep graze that extended over one buttock and down the back of his leg. It didn?t look too bad, but the damage extended under his underwear. I suspected that if I asked him he would refuse to take them off, so I took the first aid scissors and slit them.

He looked behind and said, ?Was that necessary?

He had a beautiful ass. Maybe it hadn?t been necessary, but it had sure been fun.

The damage was not extensive, but I cleaned it and made sure I spent lots of time with the rubbing alcohol before I put several bandage pads across the graze. I used strips of tape to fasten them across, and put the ends of the tape from one side of his cheek to the other. I felt slightly naughty as I parted his cheeks to make sure that the tape was stuck down. I told him that he had better not cover the bandage until the bleeding stopped. The storm in the meantime had gotten progressively worse and I started to get genuinely scared. Tom asked me to get us a couple of drinks from the bar and I sat down and asked him to hold me. He rolled up and covered his lap with a pillow, but not before I caught a glimpse of a genuinely large c**k, that I was pretty sure was half way hard.

The shutters on the outside of the windows had been screwed shut and covered with plywood, but the noise of the wind was furious, and we could hear branches striking the plywood. Each time a branch struck the house, I grabbed Tom closer. He put his hand around my head, and I felt safe. During one of the lulls, I looked down and saw that the pillow had been dislodged, and that his c**k was standing at full mast. He noticed my glance and apologized and bent to retrieve the pillow. I stopped him and assured him it was all right, and that we might as well get some small measure of enjoyment out of the storm.

He laughed, and I realized my words could be taken as indicating something more than my enjoyment at seeing his erect c**k. ?I mean I don?t think your c**k is a small measure of enjoyment, I mean it?s large and I also don?t there is anything wrong with your getting hard, I mean I?m flattered.?

He chuckled and said, ?Have you and Dan ever considered fooling around??

I was busy watching his c**k, which was long and thick and bobbing in time with his heartbeat. As I watched a shiny drop of pre-cum appeared at tip of his c**k. It took me a moment to realize what he had said, and I replied, ?No, you guys don?t have an open relationship do you??

?No, but we had an experience with another couple recently.?

I was shocked, and I said, ?Really. That doesn?t sound like Jill. How did it happen??

?Tequila,? he laughed, ?It was a lot of fun. We agreed it as a lot better than cheating on one another.?

I was surprised, and very curious, ?had you talked about it before??

?Well we?d talked about having s*x with others while we were having s*x with each other, and I knew that the thought of seeing Jill with another man turned me on, or at least it would turn me on if I knew it was just s*x and she wasn?t going to leave me or anything. So, I guess, yeah we had been talking about it and then an opportunity came up an we discovered the other couple was curious too.?

I replied, ?I mean, we?ve talked, usually during s*x about being with other people, but I don?t think we?d ever do anything about it. We?re pretty conservative.?

He said, ?Don?t you guys ever miss having experiences with other people??

I looked at him and replied, ?We?ve both talked about it, but you know we work pretty closely together, and I?ve always felt that temptation is a result of putting something that you might want closely within reach. I mean if you keep things distant then you?re not likely to be tempted. Sure, I see guys that interest me and I know that Dan appreciates the sight of a cute girl, but as I?ve said, we stay pretty close to one another. I mean look at this situation. I hate the idea of deception. I think that telling lies really destroys a relationship. The only reason you and I are having this conversation is because we?re nearly naked and alone.? I leaned down and shyly touched the tip of his c**k, smearing his pre-cum over the head of his dick, tracing its flaring helmet with the tip of my finger.

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05/20/2025

Sw***er Smorgasborg sw***er group an*al (adult stories)

;My name is Steve. I'm 31 and have a 8 1/2 inch c**k. I'm pretty much a player since I graduated college. I was engaged to be married during my forth year but at my bachelor party I got a blow job from one of the st*****rs. My fiancee got news about it and that was that. As I look back on that night the stripper actually got me off in more ways than one. I've been a confirmed bachelor ever since. I have dated various girls since but I find myself going to strip club occasionally. The thought of gorgeous girls putting out with no regards to any type of permanent relationship is something I find fascinating.
One night at the club I noticed a new girl who had to be just barely legal. I had her sit with me and found out her named was Halley and had just turned 19. She had moved here recently from the rural Midwest to the big city. Her body was incredible as she stood about 5'5". Her skin was milky white and she had dark brown hair. I figured her breast were about a 34 C, they were firm and stood straight out as gravity hadn't had time to have an effect on them. Her aureoles her not overly huge but just about perfect for her t**s and her ni***es were protruding eraser stubs. After she performed a couple of sensual lap dances for me I decided to see how she would handle the VIP room. I asked her what would be the difference in the lap dances in there. She told me that they were more expensive but came with special extras. The VIP room was just a smaller room with lot more privacy. We set down at a table with a love seat far away from the door and she proceeded to grind and rub her body against me much more aggressively than outside. My c**k was getting pretty hard by now and she noticed it being a little uncomfortable trapped inside my trousers. She reached down and adjusted it for me and continue to stoke it with her hand. "My, you certainly have a nice one," she stated. This hottie knew exactly how to handle my snake and soon I was longing for more. "Would you like me to take care of your little problem?" she asked. I pulled a $100 bill from my wallet and asked her if that would take care of my big problem. She smiled and told me, "That will get your problem taken care of any way you want." I told her to blow me. She pulled my pants down in seconds flat and started sucking the top half of that bad boy

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