Rain slashes against the windows as you thumb through stolen Polaroids, firelight licking the proof of your stepdaughter’s secrets: Cassandra, face buried in a blonde’s glistening pussy, curls tangled in the stranger’s grip. Barbara’s smirk mocks you from the edge of the chair—legs splayed, skirt hiked—as your fingers creep beneath your jeans, stroking your swollen clit to the rhythm of your racing heart. She’s home early, you don’t hear—not until her laugh slices through your shame. “Got off on my little snack session, stepmom?” Cassie purrs, snatching the photos, her gaze dropping to your gaping zipper. Her scent—vanilla and sin—chokes you as she leans closer. “Want me to call Barb? Or…” Her tongue invades your mouth, deft fingers ripping through damp cotton to plunge inside your aching cunt. You whimper, drowning in the taboo, her thumb circling your clit as she whispers: “Tell me how long you’ve dreamed of this.” The real question smolders beneath your moans—who’s watching this time?
Mea culpa
Office sales call
Bob Mathews’ corner office becomes a playground of forbidden desire when Carol Parker—sharp-suited, chestnut-haired, and radiating predatory confidence—arrives to demo her “software.” Her musk hangs thick as she bends over his desk, her skirt clinging to ripe curves while she installs programs that certainly aren’t corporate-approved. A stray image flashes: Carol spread in red lace, fingers glistening between her thighs. “That’s me,” she purrs, pressing her damp panties to his nose before dropping them in his trembling hands.
The lock clicks. His belt unbuckles. Her ruby lips tease as she forces him into scarlet silk, his cock straining obscenely against the lace. “Cute,” she mocks, weighing his swollen balls before dragging her tongue along his shaft. Professionalism dissolves into wet, hungry sounds—her throat milking him deep, his groans swallowed by leather chairs and stifled glass walls.
When she rises, eyes gleaming with unfinished business, one question lingers: will this be just the demo… or will Bob surrender to the full, filthy upgrade she’s itching to install?
My new boyfriend
John’s Valentine’s gift wasn’t roses—it was permission. Call him, my husband urged, sliding me another man’s number with a smirk. Paul’s voice alone had me dripping before we met: silver-streaked, broad-shouldered, and smelling of expensive cologne at the hotel bar. My skirt clung shamelessly as John watched him trace my thigh beneath the table—then vanished, leaving me aching.
“Room 109,” I whispered, already imagining his mouth between my legs. What followed was raw, hungry abandon: Paul’s cock stretching my throat before he pinned me to the bed, devouring my pussy until I screamed. His fingers dug bruises into my hips as I rode him, begging for more—harder—until he flipped me onto all fours, filling my tight ass with relentless thrusts. I came twice, shuddering, before he painted my back with his cum.
John waited in the lobby, nostrils flaring at the scent of my ruined makeup…and stranger’s sweat. Could I taste him on my lips when we kissed? Did he know I saved just enough energy to swallow his load in the car?
Valentine’s Day was always romantic—this year, it was filthy.
Who’s next?
The cameraman
Husband craves watching his insatiable wife Barbara devour massive cocks, so he snags a shady ad from an adult theater bathroom: pro video of them fucking for just $100. The polished photographer arrives with a youthful black stud in tow—both packing heat that dwarfs hubby’s seven inches.
Naked and eager on their king bed, Barb strokes hubby hard, then lunges for the videographer’s throbbing nine-inch beast, slurping greedily while teasing the assistant’s bulging BBC straining his pants. Soon, it’s a filthy frenzy: doggy-style pounding from behind, her dripping pussy stretched wide as she gags on thick shaft after shaft. Hubby grabs the camera, capturing every sloppy suck, deep thrust, and ass-cheek grip in handheld glory—no dead tripod blues.
They flip her, swap holes relentlessly, her moans echoing as monster cocks claim mouth and cunt. But when the black stud grips her hips for balls-deep bliss, will his hot creampie flood her to screaming orgasm? Click to witness the cum-drenched climax…
Sharing with sister
A few years ago when I was a senior at High School, my family went to Florida on vacation. We stayed in a nice hotel with my sister and I in a room and my parents in an attached room. The room had only one king size bed, so my sister and I had to share it.
We were having fun, going to Disney World and everything. One night something happened that I will never forget. It was late and I was lying in bed with TV. I was half asleep, and my sister, who at the time was fifteen years old, was watching something about HBO. I could never fall asleep too easily and I woke up completely when I felt a little emotional on the bed.