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Lying on the floor, I blinked over and over as another load splashed over my face. The big, black Bukakke party was in full swing now. Twelve men stood in a circle around me. Each one stroking a monster like big, black dicks. Purple heads all around, dripping precum down on my skin, and then a gruff grunt would fill the air, and a warm spray of cum would splatter over my skin.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
The chime of the church door seemed to echo the conflict within me. Sister Agatha’s words about resisting temptation, about the sanctity of marriage, still hung in the air as I stepped out into the cool night. My women’s group was a haven, a weekly affirmation of my faith and my commitment to Thomas.
Then I saw him. He was emerging from the pub across the street, laughter spilling out around him and his friends. He was a silhouette at first, broad shoulders and a confident stride. But as he turned, the streetlight caught his face – sharp jawline, eyes that crinkled at the corners even when he wasn’t smiling, and a shock of unruly dark hair. He was magnificent. And he was looking directly at me.
Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
He loaned me out to his friends and there was nothing I could do about it. It started as a joke. He said, “You’re my perfect little toy—maybe I should share you.” I laughed. Nervous. Turned on. Then one night, he blindfolded me and whispered, “Be a good girl and do what you’re told.” I heard the door open. More than one voice. Male. Deep. Confident.
I was naked on my knees, waiting. My heart pounding. My thighs soaked. I felt like prey. Precious. Offered. My breath caught when I heard the soft chuckle of a stranger just inches from me. He kissed my cheek and said, “These are my friends. You’ll serve them tonight. You’ll take whatever they give you. But remember—you belong to me.” What followed was chaos. A beautiful, filthy storm.
Hands everywhere. Fingers in my mouth, on my breasts, between my legs. Cocks shoved into my mouth, then my cunt, then back again. I was passed between them like a favorite plaything. They slapped my ass, praised my throat, pulled my hair, marked my skin. I begged for it. I was stretched. Used. Worshipped. Degraded. And I loved every second.
Every time I looked toward him—blindfold askew, Continue reading “He Loaned Me Out to His Friends”
Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
Three mouths. Six hands. One night I will never forget. I’d fantasized about it before—more than one man, all eyes on me, all hands on me. But fantasies never prepared me for the real thing. It started with a game. A private party, low lights, drinks flowing, and tension so thick I could taste it. Two of them—tall, muscular, eyes full of hunger. Friends. Teammates. Alphas. And they both wanted me.
I didn’t pick. Didn’t have to. So I looked at both of them, crossed my legs slowly, and whispered, “If you want me, come take me.” And just like that, the night changed. We didn’t make it to the bedroom. They pinned me against the living room wall like I was their shared secret. One kissed me deep and rough while the other dropped to his knees, tugging my panties down and spreading me open with his tongue.
My knees buckled. I moaned into the kiss, one hand tangled in hair, the other gripping shoulders. Every inch of my body was touched hands sliding over my breasts, mouths worshiping every curve. When they carried me to the couch, I was dripping. Begging.
One of them took Continue reading “Three Mouths. Six Hands.”
Carina 1844-332-2639 ext 293
You picked up just in time. My voice is already dripping with need.
“Mmm… I was hoping it would be you.”
I’m lying on the couch, completely bare, one leg draped over the edge, my fingers already tracing slow, lazy circles over my thighs. The air is thick with anticipation. I’m aching — and the second I heard your voice, it got worse.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day. Every time I touched myself, I imagined it was you.”
My breath hitches as my fingers slide higher, just grazing that slick, sensitive spot I’ve been teasing nonstop. I let out a soft gasp — just for you.
“Do you want to know what I’m doing right now?”
Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
I didn’t think I had any kinks…until he brought them all out of me. When we first got together, I thought I was pretty vanilla. Sex was good—but it was routine. Safe. Then he started testing boundaries. It began with a blindfold. Then ropes. Then something called a Wartenberg wheel that made me shiver in ways I didn’t know were possible.
“You’re more open than you think,” he whispered, tracing the cool metal over my nipples. He was right. Because once I gave in, I couldn’t stop. We explored everything. Wax dripped onto my thighs while I was gagged and tied to the bed, vibrating toys pressed to my soaked clit until I was begging. He had me try on latex. Fishnets. Collars. At first, I laughed. But then I looked in the mirror—makeup smudged, skin flushed, legs spread wide—and I didn’t recognize the woman staring back. I saw someone wild. Free. And dripping with filth.
We experimented with impact play. Feet. Roleplay. Choking. Public teasing. I started texting him during work, asking what toy to wear under my clothes. One night, he whispered, “Try the plug tonight. I want you warm and stretched before I get home.” Continue reading “I Didn’t Think I Had Any Kinks…Until….”
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
My Daddy learned an SPH lesson and this is how. Daddy snuck up to my room for the first time last night. At first, I felt excited. Here he was, my Daddy, to make my fantasies a reality. He slipped into my bed and began to kiss and touch me in all the right places. Daddy knew I wasn’t a virgin. So, he wasn’t disappointed when he slipped inside me. But I was disappointed because Daddy’s cock was tiny! I didn’t say anything right then, I let him do his thing, kiss me, and head back to his bedroom.
Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
He fucked me before check out. He didn’t even knock—just swiped the keycard and walked in like he owned the room. I was still in the hotel robe, loosely tied, the faintest drop of wine on my bottom lip. I met his stare and smiled. He knew what that meant. Without a word, he dropped his bag and came to me like he was starving. His hand slid around my neck, lips crashing into mine. My robe slid off my shoulders, exposing nothing underneath. I hadn’t worn panties on purpose. I wanted his hands on me the second he walked in.
He pushed me back onto the bed, parting my thighs with his knee, eyes locked on mine as he trailed soft kisses down my collarbone, the curve of my breasts, then lower. I could feel the heat between my legs grow unbearable as his tongue teased along my inner thigh—so close I almost begged. And then he tasted me. Slow at first, like he wanted to savor every moan, every twitch of my hips.
I reached down, threading my fingers through his hair, pressing him deeper into me. His tongue flicked, circled, then flattened against me, the pressure Continue reading “Fuck Me Before Check Out”
Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
I let some random guys drain their balls by running a train on me last night at my party. They fucked this sweet black twat so good. There were so many different cocks in all my fuck holes. Big cocks, small ones, some guy even had a curve. I felt like I was a filthy whore serving my life’s purpose.
On my knees deep throating and gagging on hard wood. Getting hardcore fucked doggy style and missionary. Having my asshole creampied like I’m a dirty cum dumpster. The guys were lucky to be fucking a cunt like me. This chocolate box was the life of the party. “Fuck that pussy was so good man!” I dropped my load off in the bitch.”
I could hear a few of the guys chatting in the background while I’m still getting fucked by the last bit of guys. It made me smile because I knew I was getting the job done. I always wanted to be a part of a gangbang but never had the courage to do so. So I went the traditional way. I threw a party and invited only guys. Haha! Leave it up to a slut like me to think Continue reading “Ball Draining on a Train”
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
Have you ever heard the saying before that good girls get what they want? Well I speak from experience and can tell you that it’s true. Us good girls always get what we want, know matter what. And what is it that I want you ask? Well simply, big cocks.
I know I’ve spoken before about how much I love big black cock. But in all honesty, I love ALL big cocks – they don’t HAVE to be black. Good girls aren’t picky with their cock colours. As long as it’s thick and long I’m down to fuck it.