Category: Sex in Public

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” →

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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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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I never thought I’d find myself here, about to have my 1st glory hole experience. There I was standing in a dimly lit private booth, my heart racing with a mix of anticipation and lust. The idea of a glory hole had always intrigued me—anonymity, the thrill of the unknown, the raw, unfiltered pleasure. But fantasizing about it and actually being here were two totally different things.

I placed my hands along the smooth wooden partition, my breath shaking as I knelt, waiting for the unknown. I could hear faint noises from the other stalls—muffled moans, the slick sounds of pleasure. My body tingled; my skin hot, burning with desire. The waiting was the most intense part, the build-up driving me crazy!

Then, finally, a presence. A thick, eager length pressed through the opening, hard and pulsing, waiting for my touch. I let my fingers glide over the smooth white skin, teasing, my lips teasing over the tip before I took him into my mouth. The first taste of salt and musk made me moan around him, my tongue swirling, my lips tightening as I took him deeper and deeper in my throat. The anonymous stranger groaned, “Ughh Fuck!” his hips swaying Continue reading “My 1st Gloryhole Experience” →

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We are in my yoga studio, and I watch you struggle in a specific pose. Your ass is in the air, and it’s a sight to behold, but your legs are shaking, and your back is rounded. You’re not getting the full benefits of the stretch, and it’s clear you’re frustrated. “Hey, Sam,” I say, walking over to your mat. “You’re doing great, but I think you could benefit from some one-on-one instruction. Would you like to stay after class and let me help you with some of these poses?”

You nod, looking up at me with those big brown eyes, and I can see the eagerness in them. I know what you’re thinking, and I’m thinking it too. This is going to be more than just a yoga lesson. Continue reading “Things Are Getting Hard in Yoga Class” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Interracial pussy fucking images can make you hot and horny but reading a true story of how a mixed slut like me and a white babe named Holly hooked up is so much better.

I met Holly last year in Atlanta at a festival picnic. Tall blonde with hazel eyes. 36D breasts and a body made by God. She had been traveling from LA and was looking to make Atlanta her permanent home, so the picnic was a way for her to test that theory. I was visiting for the summer so I had 2 months to get to know the city. The vibes, people, music everything was great. We ended up exchanging numbers and reconnected this past summer. 2 weeks later she was settled in down in Atlanta. To celebrate her arrival, I flew down and we decided to hit up a party. We did so many party favors, got wasted and had the best pizza in town.

The best part of the night though was when we drove to the beach to listen to the waves and smoke some good Maryjane. The night was going so well it turned into us laying down and kissing each other. Next Continue reading “Interracial Pussy Fucking” →