Rain lashed the windows as she traced the Polaroid’s edge, fireplace heat licking her skin—but nothing burned hotter than the image of her stepdaughter’s mouth buried in a blonde stranger’s dripping pussy. Cassandra, home from college, captured mid-feast: fingers tangled in dark hair, thighs splayed, that wicked smile on Barb’s face as she arched into the younger woman’s tongue. The discovery in Cassie’s hidden stash had unraveled her—jeans yanked open, fingers plunging into her own wetness, panties damp with shame and hunger—until the creak of the front door froze her.

“Stepmom? In the middle of the day?”

Too late to hide the gaping denim, the flush betraying her thrumming clit. Cassie’s laughter sharpened to a predatory purr as she seized the photos. “Barb got you this wet?” Her knee pressed closer, nails grazing the stepmother’s inner thigh. “Or was it me?”

The confession hung between them—a breath, a dare—before Cassie’s lips crushed hers, tongue claiming her mouth as fingers shoved past soaked cotton. One thrust, and the older woman whimpered, back arching, thighs trembling…

How far will that depraved little mouth wander when Barb arrives—drenched, grinning, ready to share her prize?

Corner-office professionalism shatters when Carol Parker strides into Bob’s domain—chestnut hair, black pantsuit, and a sample case hiding sins. Her “software demo” reeks of musk, her loaded glances linger below his belt, and her ridiculous panties—plucked from his desk drawer—soon cling to his swollen cock. “Will you do it, or shall I?” she purrs, hand sliding over his zipper’s strained bulge. The answer? A frantic unveiling: thick shaft slapping free, silk panties strangling his balls, her tongue branding him with wet, hungry laps. Corporate espionage never fucked this hard.

Submission masquerades as control when Carol locks the door, forces him into her scarlet lingerie, and swallows him whole—moans muffled against trembling thighs, teeth grazing his throbbing head. How many “clients” has she drained like this? But Bob’s too lost in her relentless rhythm, the plop of her lips releasing him, the humiliation-tinged ecstasy as she milks him dry…only to smirk, dripping, and whisper: “Ready for the next install?”

Will this QA manager pass her thorough testing—or crash spectacularly when she demands deeper access? Click…before the screensaver kicks in.

John’s Valentine’s gift wasn’t chocolates—it was Paul. My husband’s wicked grin promised what his email delivered: a silver-fox stranger’s number, his deep voice already curling molten in my ear when I called. Your fantasy, babe. One week later, I’m sipping martinis in a hotel bar, sheer stockings whispering beneath a skirt short enough to make Paul’s eyes burn. His fingers stroke my thigh, slow and possessive, while John watches—loves—every filthy glance exchanged. “There’s a room upstairs,” Paul purrs, his grip tightening. Yes.

John’s growl seals my fate—“Go for it”—before I glide to room 109, my thong soaked, hips swaying. Paul’s mouth claims mine the moment the door shuts, his thick fingers tearing lace aside to plunge into my dripping cunt. “Fuck, you’re desperate,” he rasps, shoving me onto the bed. I ride his cock raw, beg him to take my ass, scream as he fills me, owns me, marks me with cum slicked across my trembling skin.

Returning to John, my smudged lipstick and shaking legs tell him everything. His fist twists in my hair, cock stretching my throat as he drives us home…but will our hunger for Paul end here—or has Valentine’s Day just unlocked something far darker?

Husband craves watching his insatiable wife Barbara worship massive cocks, but their DIY porn flops—until he snags a shady ad from a seedy theater bathroom. For just $100, a slick cameraman arrives at their Youngstown home… with a ripped 22-year-old black stud in tow, his baggy pants barely containing a throbbing monster.

Naked on their king-size bed, voluptuous Barb dives in: slurping hubby’s seven inches, then lunging for the cameraman’s thicker nine-inch beast, alternating greedy deepthroats while stroking both slick heads. Hands-and-knees pounding follows—hubby films the black bull’s balls-deep thrusts slamming her dripping pussy, the white stud gagging her throat. They tag-team her relentlessly, flipping her for missionary marathons, close-ups capturing every stretched lip and quivering moan.

Climax erupts in filthy glory: ropes of thick cum painting her face and tits, then a pulsing creampie flooding her spasming cunt. But with Barb demanding “at least nine inches” next time… will hubby recruit a gang of fit black bulls to capture the ultimate hotwife frenzy?

A few years ago, when I was a senior in high school, my family went to Florida on vacation. We stayed in a nice hotel, with my sister and I in one room and my parents in a attached one. The room only had one king-size bed, so my sister and I had to share it.

We had a great time, to Disney World and everything. One night, something happened that I’ll never forget. It was late and I was in bed with only the TV on. I was half asleep, and my sister, who was 15 then, looked at something about HBO. I could never really easily fall asleep and woke up when I felt a little commotion on the bed.

Finally, you tie up your homework for the night and come to my door. Silence comes from the inside, so you quietly open the door and peek inside. I’m in a lotus in the middle of my room, in my pants and sash. Incense burns in small holders on three sides of me, and you see the thin needles sticking into my acupuncture points, each needle with a small burning scarlet incense paste at the end. I seem to be a stone, no movement, even breathable. My muscles are clearly defined, as if I pressed in every direction simultaneously, but my pose seems to be relaxed. If you go back in the hallway and close the door behind you, you’ll hear my voice inviting you to come in and join. A little beginning, because you were sure you had been quiet and hadn’t disturbed me, you still slip back into my room and face me, sitting in Indian style, not completely comfortable in a full lotus.

I work for a big airline on the west coast. As an employee, I can travel where most people dream of. In principle, I fly for free and pay only the taxes that a normal passenger would pay. Sounds great, except you still have your livelihood in a faraway country and our wages are low. Not that I complain, but we have to be careful in our planning, despite the large amount we have. So I wanted to stay with my friend Yuko in Japan.

My name is Carol and I live alone in a small two-bedroom apartment in a suburb of a big city on the east coast. One of my best friends is a girl named Lisa. Recently I invited Lisa to stay with me. We hadn’t seen each other in a while, and I thought it would be a good time for a girl talk. We work on different jobs and are far enough apart to make it a long-distance conversation when we talk, so we usually don’t talk long.

I was a good Catholic girl and didn’t allow sex before marriage, despite having many boyfriends. That’s why I was shocked when my husband showed me a contact magazine, and showed that a man offered to buy used panties from every married woman in London, where we live.

However, we had little money, and husband, Jonathon, said what harm it could do to sell my panties, so he convinced me to have him answer and arrange a meeting in a local saloon bar. We met the guy, and he seemed very nice, and complimented me on my looks, and we had a few drinks, and I got really excited about this guy’s idea with my panties, to do with whatever he wanted, however naughty. Eventually, when we drank more drinks, I got bolder, and when he invited us to his house, I easily agreed to go along with the plan.

When we were in bed, I looked at my sleeping wife, Crystle. She was exhausted. I lost the number of times. By the end, it looked like she had a constant orgasm.

Me? I could only come twice. No, I wasn’t the one causing all her orgasms. No, it wasn’t one dick. There were four dicks next to mine she enjoyed. One after the other. While one she fucked another to get it hard again so it could fuck her again and add another load of hot sperm to that already in her tight well fucked cunt.