Blowjob

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.

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?

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.

Actually, she wasn’t my wife then, just my horny fiancée. I went to work where she closed. Everyone had left for the four-day vacation, and left her alone to clean up and lock up. I helped her with her duties, to hasten our deal.

I was sitting on a stool next to the high table when my wife had to finish some paperwork. Half the lights were out, making the room feel almost romantic. As romantic as a shipping area can be.

I first met him through an online chat room; It started with discussing the weather, the news, the usual chit chat and continued to discuss our sexual fantasies. Here it became interesting, we were both half thirty, both married, both horny and open-minded. When he first told me about his favorite fantasy I was interested but careful, it seemed like something other woman would do, certainly not me. When we got to know each other, I became determined to help him fulfill his imagination. The fantasy he had in mind was as follows, he walks into a hotel room to find a woman, naked, eyes closed, kneeling on the bed. Pretty simple so far, the really exciting thing was that he and the woman would never have met before and would have no idea how the other person saw, too, she wouldn’t be allowed to open her eyes until he said that. This part excited me, I had talked to him for a few months and we had spoken on the phone, but I could only believe his word about his appearance. I decided to do it and we arranged it for next week.

Since my stepsister and I first met, we’ve always hated each other for some reason. I’m 16 and she’s 15. Well one night she and I ended up in my dark room one night, and we were wrestling in the dark, and we stopped all of a sudden, and some of our faces met, and our lips touched, and all of a sudden we were “kissing” and we did it for about 5 minutes, and I was hard like a rock, and I was just in my boxers, and she could totally feel what I had, so she started to tease by licking me under my stomach, so I said hell with this, I grabbed her head and forced her all the way to my dick, and without telling me anything, she knew what to do, so I let her thing do, and after about 8 minutes of a good head, I felt it coming, and I held her head, and I held it there in her mouth, so I yelled “O my god,” with a mouth full of seed, she went to rest, she washed her mouth and went to bed. That was our first time she and I did something sexual. So next weekend she was back in my room, she was in my room using my computer, but as soon as our parents went to bed, she got off, and started listening, and every time she bothered me, we ended up fighting, so she started listening, so we wrestled around, I took my TV and lights off, and I kept struggling, so the same thing happened as before, we started kissing, then ended up giving her my head, but this time I told her I was coming, and she kept going, then I went into her mouth, she swallowed it, but she didn’t care.

One night late driving from work to my boyfriend at school… I followed a white truck. He didn’t pass fast so I him, and then he tried to pass me Turn on the light in his cab so I could see what he looked like. He was cute and I followed him for a while and decided what hell was going on, I passed him again and this time I did the same and waved to him as I passed. This wasn’t like me at all, I don’t know if it was just late and I was bored or what but I liked it. After a few minutes he passed again with his light on, but this time he pointed to something straight and drove through me. Then I was a resting place sign and knew what he wanted. My heart started pounding when I didn’t want to move on. I saw him blink. In my mind I wasn’t going to stop, but if I race closer my heart and I couldn’t stop pulling myself in and stopping next to his truck.

I’m sleeping. I wake up from the sound of my bedroom door. But I’m not moving, knowing who’s here. I hear her undressing and feel the covers being withdrawn. I feel her warm body next to mine. She follows her finger behind my right ear and kisses my shoulder. Her hands move through my body. When they fish in my underwear (jungle boxer shorts)

I’m rolling on my back. We share a deep kiss while I lift my ass so she can facilitate my only clothes. I kick them out, the kiss isn’t broken. After a few passionate minutes of kissing, she kisses her way through my body. When she comes to my stomach, her hands touch my thighs, starting at the knees. When she gets closer to my erotic center, which stands proud and long, with her mouth her hands work all the way up there. While using one hand to stroke my dick and balls, she licks my dick and uses her other hand to massage where my thighs meet my body. She takes me in her mouth, deeper and deeper, and gives me enough tongue action. Her hand pumps what’s not in her mouth as the other goes on is the work in my joints, moving to my balls and ass too. Harder, longer. As I go over the edge… Slow them down and lick me like a lollipop. I moan, and she continues this blessed torture until it becomes too much. I fill her mouth with my coming. A little shaking along the side of her mouth. She kisses her way back to my body and we share a soul kiss.

I’m mid-20s and my girlfriend’s mom is really hot MILF. Every time I visit their house, I usually find her looking at my crotch as I look at her breasts. A few times I caught her and smiled. At first I thought she liked me… When she bumped her ass every once in a while into my big member. She didn’t withdraw immediately and I confirmed I was interested. Her husband is a little nerds, tall, has thick glasses and very workaholic, maybe that explains why they’re good to do. He doesn’t look like someone who can take care of his wife.

A message on the answering machine was the only message from his arrival. In less than 12 hours, Doug would only be here 48 hours. She sighed with frustration. Twice before she touched him. The first time, many years before, she was strongly rejected. It had hurt her ego pretty bad. The second was during a visit when he had surgery on his shoulder. I can’t blame him for not being sexually interested. But she and Greg had repeatedly discussed him as a man she could be with. He was definitely a fantasy of hers. Whether it would become reality would be another story.