Category: Sex in Public

Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

My four hour road trip back home was interrupted by my wet pussy. I just couldn’t keep my hands off of it. I finally had to pull over. There’s a famous ranch set back off of the road. Events are held there. But on this day, it was empty. So I decided that it would be the perfect place to have some private time. I drove through the gate and down the long, tree lined drive. The top was down, and the breeze felt so good. I found a secluded spot to park. Then I turned my music up and laid my seat back. I closed my eyes and began playing with my wet pussy. With the other hand I lowered the spaghetti straps on my sundress to expose my tits. My nipples were so hard. Then all of a sudden, I heard a noise. I opened my eyes. And there before me, stood one sexy stud. I didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t much I could say. He caught me wet handed. “Hello ma’am. It sure is hot out here. Why don’t you come in and let me make you something to drink”.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I was looking forward to my four hour trip back home. I had a great time at my friend’s ranch. But I was exhausted. And after the fiasco on my drive there, I was ready for a relaxing drive home. I put the top down again. But I decided that I better leave my clothes on this time. I wasn’t wearing much anyway. No bra or panties, just a little spaghetti strap sundress. The only problem was that the wind kept blowing it up. But the breeze felt good. I had the music turned up and I was enjoying the drive. I was trying to resist the urge to play with my exposed pussy. But it was begging for attention. So I gave it what it wanted. My seat coolers were really coming in handy because my pussy hot and wet. I was getting so turned on that I needed to pull over. And I knew the perfect spot. There’s a well known ranch where a primetime soap opera was filmed in the eighties. Now it’s rented out for events but is often empty. As I approached, I saw that it was indeed empty. So I pulled in.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

From the moment he appeared at my table, a subtle electric current had formed between us. He had kind eyes, the color of warm caramel, framed by lashes that were entirely too long for a man, and a smile that crinkled the corners of his mouth just so. His black uniform, crisp and impeccable, did nothing to hide the athletic grace of his build. He wasn’t just bringing water; he was bringing heat.

“Good evening,” he’d said, his voice a low, smooth baritone. “Can I start you off with a drink?” “You certainly can,” I’d purred, letting my gaze linger a fraction too long on his lips. “And you are…?” He’d offered his name, that easy smile spreading. “Liam. And you?” “Stella.” I held his gaze, a silent challenge in my eyes. “It’s lovely to meet you, Liam.”

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Chrome rails & midnight thrills were my confessions of a metro minx. The only lovers I planned to meet when I boarded that empty train—but then he stepped on, and suddenly the whole night begged to be misbehaved. The car was nearly deserted, lights flickering like a bad decision I couldn’t wait to make. I chose the back corner seat, crossing my legs slowly enough to hear my leather skirt sigh. That sound? It got his attention. He looked up. I smirked.

Game on! I held his gaze, wordlessly daring him. The train lurched forward. My palm slipped between my thighs, teasing the hem inch by inch until a breathy moan betrayed me. I wasn’t wearing anything under the skirt—tonight’s reckless promise to myself. As the carriage rattled through the tunnel, I let two fingers explore sensitive paths while the city blurred in streaks of neon beyond the windows. His eyes widened, and I leaned back, parting my knees just enough for the challenge to land.

He rose. Each step toward me echoed like a drumbeat in my ribcage. When he asked in a husk of a voice “Can I watch?”, consent tumbled from my mouth in a half-whispered yes. Continue reading “Chrome Rails & Midnight Thrills: Confessions of a Metro Minx” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Locker room secrets huh? They say what happens in the locker room stays in the locker room, but baby, I don’t keep secrets when they taste this good. He was always lingering after practice — all that fake swagger and quiet stares when he thought I wasn’t looking. But I knew. The way his eyes dropped to my thighs when I stretched. The way his mouth opened just slightly when I tied my shoes. He wanted to be told what to do. And I was more than ready to show him how that worked.

So that night, when everyone else had cleared out, I cornered him — fresh out the shower, towel barely hanging on, still damp and smelling like soap and nerves. “You always look this flustered when you’re around me?” I asked, stepping close enough that his back hit the lockers. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Just that pretty little gulp.

I slid my fingers up his chest, slow, watching his skin react to every inch of contact. “Drop the towel.” He obeyed. Good boy. His cock was already hard — twitching, eager, waiting to be claimed. I pressed my palm against it and Continue reading “Locker Room Secrets” →

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Has anybody ever told you your pussy was finger lickin’ good? It was a beautiful Saturday morning when my lover Mike picked me up in his sleek convertible for our weekend road trip getaway. As we cruised down the open highway with the wind whipping through my hair, the sexual tension between us was palpable. Mike reached over and placed his hand high up on my thigh, giving it a sensual squeeze. I caught his flirtatious grin as he took his eyes off the road for just a moment to look at me.

“Mmm, you’re so sexy Diana,” he purred, his voice deep with desire. “I can’t wait to get my hands all over this gorgeous body of yours.”

I bit my lip and spread my legs, silently inviting him to touch me. His fingers deftly unzipped my tight jeans and slipped beneath the waistband of my lacy panties. I gasped as he began to stroke my already slick folds.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Strangers used me in the dark and it was everything I could imagine. I signed the waiver.
No names. No faces. No safe words. Just silence, shadow, and surrender. The room was pitch black—so dark it swallowed even my thoughts. I stood still, completely naked, every inch of my skin tingling with anticipation. My heart pounded against my ribs, a deep, echoing thud that filled the space louder than any scream might have. I waited, trembling, vulnerable. Ready.

Then the first hand found me—rough and calloused, gripping my hip like it belonged there. Then another. And another. Fingers traced down my spine, palms cupped my breasts, mouths found my neck. Gasping as one hand closed around my throat—not tight, just a reminder: I wasn’t in control anymore.

I didn’t know how many they were. I couldn’t see a thing. But I felt everything. Someone shoved me down to my knees. A cock pressed against my lips, demanding. I opened without hesitation, letting him in, tongue swirling, throat relaxing. He groaned low, primal. My mouth was used—gagging, choking—while hands pulled my ass up. Someone entered me from behind, thick and relentless. There was no warning. No introduction. Just raw, unapologetic Continue reading “Strangers Used Me in the Dark” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

A teacher’s pet like me always gets punished after class. I stayed behind after everyone else left. He shut the classroom door and said, “You know exactly why you’re here.” I bit my lip and nodded. “You think batting your lashes gets you an A? You think wearing that tight little skirt means I won’t notice you’re failing?” He stepped behind me. Grabbed my hair. Pulled. “Bend over the desk.” I obeyed. My heart pounding, my thighs slick with anticipation. He lifted my skirt. No panties.

“Naughty little slut,” he muttered. Then the first spank landed. I gasped. Each one got harder. “Count.” “One, Sir. Two, Sir—” By ten, I was soaking the wood. By fifteen, I was moaning like a whore. Then I felt his cock pressing against me. Thick. Hard. Demanding.

“You want this grade? Earn it.” He fucked me hard, face down on the desk, books scattered, chalk dust in my hair. I took it like the filthy student I was.

He pushed my face into the desk with one hand, the other around my throat, reminding me of my place. “You’re nothing but my fuck toy, aren’t you?” I couldn’t answer. The pleasure was too overwhelming. Continue reading “Teacher’s Pet Gets Punished After Class” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I was used in the back of the limo. He told me not to wear panties to the gala. I obeyed. All night, I played the part—smiling, sipping champagne, talking politics—while he kept one hand on my lower back and whispered what he was going to do to me. I couldn’t resist but I kept my composure. I was not going to break character.

Everyone watched us like we were royalty. No one knew how filthy I was underneath that gown. When the driver opened the back door of the limo, I slid in first. My dress rose up to my hips. He didn’t wait. He followed, shut the divider, and dragged me onto his lap like I was nothing but his toy. “I’ve been patient all night,” he growled. “Now open your mouth.” He unzipped himself. I dropped to the floor. The driver was still up front. The thrill? Insane.

He used me fast and rough, gripping my hair, face-fucking me while the city lights flickered past. Then he pulled me up, bent me over the seat, and shoved into me from behind, one hand choking me, the other pressing my face to the window. People Continue reading “Used in the Back of the Limo” →

Carina 1844-332-2639 ext 293

I saw you watching me from across the bar. You didn’t smile. Not even a wave. You just… stared. Confident. Unapologetic. Like you already knew exactly how the night would end.

So when I slipped away to the hallway near the restrooms, I wasn’t surprised when you followed.

You didn’t say a word. Just pressed me up against the wall, your hand sliding up my thigh, your breath hot against my ear.

“You really shouldn’t follow strangers,” I whispered, but my body betrayed me — hips arching into your touch, my lips parting on a gasp.

“I’m not the one in danger,” you murmured.

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