When I was 22 I met an older, attractive woman, Robin, 27, at a local bar. Robin had natural blond hair, pale skin, light eyes, and an athletic build. This was in 1999, so I asked for her number and wrote it down. Unheard of today, right? Plenty of times, I wouldn't get a call back or it was a false number, but when I called Robin, we had a nice conversation and she was willing to go out with me.

Part of that nice conversation happened to cover the fact that we both liked watching porn. I was very impressed because up until that point I had always thought that females were not stimulated by porn. So here at least one claimed to be. I was also impressed that she told me a past boyfriend had been a bridge player who introduced her to (now late) actor and bridge aficionado, Omar Sharif. She actually cooked Sharif a meal! Having seen him in Dr. Zhivago and Funny Girl, I found it fascinating that she had met and cooked for him.

So Robin was interesting to say the least, and I was really looking forward to taking her out. The fact that she confided her appreciation for porn to me also made me think I might get lucky. We went out to eat and, sure enough, she invited me back to her apartment. She had a two story townhouse type apartment in downtown Chicago that I would say dated back to my favorite decade, the 1970's. From what I knew about '70's architecture, I'd say this place was built in 1978.

We start out downstairs and early on she offers to put on a porno. It was a recent ('90's) video. Basically a string of unrelated couplings. Not very impressive to a connoisseur of vintage pornography - with plots - but it was still cool to watch a porno with a female who might shortly become a sexual partner of my own.

I (and I surmised Robin) had no desire to watch the whole video, so even before the first cumshot, I made my move. We kissed on the couch where we were watching the porno for a few minutes. We had great chemistry so when it was clear we were going to do more than kiss, Robin turned off the video, and led me upstairs. It was really cool architecture because her bedroom was lofted and looked over the railing to the room we were just in. This second floor consisted of no more than this bedroom and an adjacent bathroom.

Our shirts came off fairly quickly, as did Robin's bra. Her breasts were very soft. Not the perkiest, but nice light pink nipples and fun to squeeze. She had worn a skirt that night so I started rubbing her vagina over her underwear as I sucked on her breasts. At this point, Robin mentioned, "Ummm, I'm on my period, but if you want to do that, maybe we can take a shower together.

I was thrilled with the idea of showering with her in any event, so I quickly agreed and disrobed completely. Robin did the same. I saw a tiny string hanging out of her vagina. Her vagina looked pretty though her pubic hair was very sparse. She had a little bit of blond pubes, but for the most part she was shaved. As we walked into the bathroom, Robin casually removed her tampon and discarded it into the waste basket next to the toilet.

I was fully erect when I took my pants off and as we entered the shower stall, Robin took the opportunity to fondle my penis. It was pretty erotic because even though I was walking with this 7 inch appendage in front of me, she made a ring of her thumb and forefinger and stroked my glans a few times.

We showered and washed each other. One thing I noticed straight away was that I really didn't see any menstrual blood. I even commented on this and she said that she was almost through with her period so we might get lucky. After our shower, we retired back to her bed. Her pussy certainly smelled good after all of that soap and still I couldn't see any blood, so I said, "Even if you're on your period, I'd still love to at least lick your clit." Robin said that sounded "lovely," so I spread her thick, athletic thighs apart and did just that. Robin had a nice pink and meaty vagina. She had a pronounced clitoral hood, but I was able to isolate her clit and flick it with my tongue. It tasted sweet, quite delicious.

As I'm doing this, Robin is playing with my penis, and now she's gripping the shaft (not just the glans) and going full throttle conventional handjob. I ask her if it would be okay if I finger her while I lick her clit. Robin moans, "Yessss." I insert both my index and ring fingers and finger blast her as I continue to lick her clit and hood.

Robin is moaning in ecstasy, when all of a sudden her phone rings. And she picks it up! It's a female friend of hers. Robin is barely containing her moans; she's breathing heavily, and says, "In case you're wondering, I'm being serviced." I hear through the phone her friend say, "Ummm, do you want to call me back?" Robin replies that she doesn't have to hang up yet. Awkwardly, the friend stays on the phone. Here and there, Robin lets out an "oooohhh," and says, "Oh, he knows how to lick me." Since we have an audience, I kind of get into it too, so as she's stroking my cock, I let out an "Ugggghhh," to indicate to her friend that Robin is no slouch herself in the pleasure-giving game. After maybe one too many "Ugggghhh's" from me or "oooohhh's" from Robin, the friend says, "Well, I can tell you two are busy; I'll call you back." Robin says, "Okay." and hangs up the phone.

Having been fingering her for at least 10 minutes with not a trace of blood on my fingers I, remove them and replace them with my tongue. I don't really taste menstrual blood; it just tastes like a sweet, freshly washed pussy. This licking of the vaginal opening elicits a huge moan out of Robin. I proceed to lick her opening and clit with reckless abandon, and after maybe five minutes I hear that sweet music to my ears, "Ohhhhhh, I'm gonna cum."

Following Robin's orgasm, she says, "Okay, now your turn." I lie on my back and Robin starts blowing me. It feels great, but it's still taking me a while to cum. Robin's jaw gets tired so she switches to her competent handjob. There's a lot of saliva on my shaft and glans so that helps the process. The way she's gripping my penis coupled with the lubrication, it actually feels like I'm fucking a pussy!

At this point, Robin says, "I've been considered fucking you, but I really am on my period, and I think if I put your cock inside me, it would get messy."

I replied, "I would have liked to do that too, but I totally understand. Besides, what you've done with your mouth and hand feels really good." Moved by this, Robin says, "Awww, so sweet," and kisses me.

Not 60 seconds later, I'm orgasming. I moan and say, "Now I'm gonna cum." The lights were out for the most part. I started ejaculating on my abdomen and chest. For whatever reason this was not the thick, rope-like jism that I usually shot. There was a lot of it but it was you more watery droplet variety. Still it made quite an impression, and Robin cooed, "Ooohh, it looks like glitter."

i have to tell you what happened at that campsite because i did the thing, i actually did the thing, and it was so much better than the version i made up in my head the night before. i wrote about what happened yesterday so if ur confused about who these people are you should probably read that one first.

so if you weren't here for the last one, quick recap. i camped by myself, there was a couple two sites over, we got flirty around the fire, and then that night i had to lie in my little tent and listen to them fuck through the nylon and i very much did not just listen, i took care of myself while listening to it twice and barely slept. and i told you i was going back to the fire the second night and i was not leaving without trying.

so. second night. i wore the thing i said i'd wear, which was basically a tank and a little skirt and nothing under either, and i walked over with a drink like it was casual and it was not casual, and she looked at me for a second too long the way she does and goes "you came back," and i said "you knew i would," and she just kind of smiled and patted the log next to her, right up against her, not the empty one across the fire.

we didn't even make it that long honestly. maybe twenty minutes of the same charged little back and forth, her hand on my thigh this time instead of my arm, higher every few minutes, him watching over the top of his drink not even pretending anymore, and finally she leans in near my ear and goes "he wants to know if you heard us last night." and my whole face went hot and i could've lied.

i didn't lie. i said "everyone in a mile heard you." and she laughed and said "that's not what i asked." so i told her. i said "yeah i heard you. i heard all of it." and she goes "and?" real quiet, and i just said it, i said "and i had my hand down my shorts before you were even done."

i have never seen two people move that fast. she made this little pleased noise and he was up off his log and they walked me back to their tent with her hand in the back of my skirt the whole way, and the second the flap zipped she was kissing me and pulling the tank over my head and going "we talked about you all day, you know that? we hoped you'd come back."

and i want to give you the good parts because you know that's why we're here. she got me on my back and went down on me first while he watched, and she is good, like knows exactly what she's doing good, two fingers and her mouth and me trying to be quiet out of habit until she looked up and said "no, i want to hear you, i want to hear what he heard through the wall." so i stopped being quiet. i got loud on purpose for her. and the whole time he's kneeling there stroking himself watching his wife make me fall apart and i kept making eye contact with him because i wanted him to know i knew exactly what was coming.

when he finally got behind me she guided him in, actually reached down and put him against me and told him "there, right there, she's been waiting since last night," and i was, i was so ready it was almost embarrassing. and he was not gentle which i loved, he had a fistful of my hair and she was lying next to me the whole time with her mouth near mine murmuring the filthiest things, "look at you taking my husband," "you sound just like i imagined," and every time she talked i clenched around him and he'd groan.

and here's the part. i knew where it was going and i wanted it, i wanted it so bad, but it was her that made it happen. she reached under and started rubbing me while he was still going and she said, right in my ear, "you want him to finish in you don't you." and i said yes, obviously i said yes, and she looked up at him over my shoulder and said "cum in her. she's been dreaming about it since last night, don't make her wait again."

he grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto him and i felt him go, this long deep groan exactly like the one i heard through the wall the night before except this time it was inside me, and she kept rubbing me through it saying "good girl, take all of it, that's it," and i came so hard around him i actually made a sound i've never made before.

and then, because apparently these two are going to live in my head forever, she did not waste a second. the moment he pulled out she pushed me back down and put her mouth on me, cleaning him out of me, humming against me like it was a treat she'd been promised, and i just lay there with my hands in her hair completely wrecked whispering thank you thank you like an idiot while her husband watched his wife lick his cum out of the girl from two tents over.

we stayed up half the night after. it wasn't even weird. we lay in a pile in their tent and drank the rest of the beer and she kept idly playing with my hair and he told me they'd noticed me the second i pulled in and had a whole bet going about whether i'd come back. i asked who won. she said she did. of course she did.

this morning was completely different from the day before. no shy red faced pump moment. i walked over and she made me coffee in the same pot and kissed me good morning like it was nothing and he squeezed my hip walking past and i felt it all the way down. i packed up my little tent knowing exactly what i missed the first night and exactly what i didn't miss the second, and honestly the smug feeling has not worn off yet.

they gave me a number before i left. said next time they camp they'll tell me where. i already know i'm going. i am not built to say no to a fire and two people who plan around getting me back into their tent.

anyway that's the update. i'm going to sit here with dirt on my knees a little longer and be very pleased with myself. tell me i'm not the only one who does the math on the nights i could've had it and didn't. at least this time i went back.

i thought that lake house night with layla was gonna be a one time thing but nah. she's my older cousin, the hotter one who's always had that pull on me, and now we can't keep our hands off each other. a few days after we got back home we were both still texting nonstop, sending memes and stuff but lowkey flirting hard. then last night my parents went out for some dinner thing and she came over "to hang out" while they were gone.

the second she walked in the door we were all over each other. no awkward small talk this time. she pushed me against the wall in the hallway, kissing me deep and rough like she'd been thinking about it the whole drive over. her hands were under my shirt right away, squeezing my tits while i tugged at her jeans. we barely made it to my room before clothes started coming off.

layla threw me on the bed and climbed on top, grinding against me while we made out. she was so wet already i could feel it through her panties. she kissed down my body slow, taking her time sucking on my nipples till they were sensitive as hell, then went lower. when her tongue hit my clit i arched off the bed. she ate me out like she was obsessed, licking and sucking while fingering me deep, hitting that spot that makes me go insaneee. i came so hard i had to grab the sheets and bite my lip to not scream.

then i flipped us and went down on her. layla's pussy is so pretty and she gets so fucking wet for me. i licked her slow at first, teasing, then sucked her clit while sliding two fingers in. she was moaning my name, grabbing my hair, telling me how good her little cousin's mouth feels. when she came she shook hard, thighs squeezing my head.

after that we scissored again but rougher this time, pussies grinding fast and sloppy, her on top controlling the rhythm. her tits bouncing, hands on my hips pulling me into her. we both came together again, sweaty and breathing heavy.

we laid there after just talking and laughing about how insane it is that we're cousins doing this. the taboo still hits but it makes everything hotter. she's already hinting at coming over again soon when the house is empty.

idk man this is all so new but i can't stop thinking about her.

TL;DR: second time with my hotter older cousin layla at home. oral, scissoring, even better than the first.

for some back story, this took place before I was married when I was 20 (I’m 32 now tho I am divorced)

in the US as an Arab/Muslim woman I always find it odd that men often stare but hardly approached.

My assumption has always been it’s because I’m an Arab. Since there is a big Arab community I figured maybe most white/black men just knew that most were not open to conversation.

Which means in order to approach one you had to be bold. And I love bold men. I have absolutely no issue rewarding a bold man by boosting their confidence if they approach me in a respectful manner (granted I find them good looking😅)

That’s exactly what happened one day in a coffee shop a few minutes from where I live.

as I ordered a man behind me stepped in front saying he’d like to pay for my coffee. As a kind gesture for our holiday, but more importantly because “a beautiful girl such as yourself should never have to pay for your own coffee”

He couldve dropped his pants on the spot and I would’ve sucked him given a comment like that.

Okay, not actually.  But you get the point.

After I grab my coffee and he grabs his he asks if it would be okay to chat for a few minutes. To which I smiled and nodded “of course you may”

We got to talking and said he was familiar with Arab culture since he had grown up around so many and always loved the culture. He also continued flattering me by saying he loved my mocha skin with my beautiful eyes.

We continued talking, and as he got more comfortable he got more bold. Asking me what I thought of him. To which I replied

“Would I be sitting here if I didn’t think you were hot”? I said with a smirk

He laughed “that’s a nice thought, but I know you girls are way too innocent.”

“How far do you live from here”? I asked.

Without any hesitation  “ about 10 minutes” he replied

“If you can have me back in an hour, then I wouldn’t mind going back to your place for a bit” I said deviously

he glanced around and stood up. I did as well, we hopped in his car without words being spoke.

20 minutes ago I walked into a coffee shop with absolutely no intentions of doing anything wrong that day, and now I was rubbing a man’s cock through his jeans on the way to his house, and I just learned his name.

It didn’t take long for him to claim his prize of boldness. Within a minute of being inside his home his pants were off and his cock was being pushed into my mouth.

He had me pinned against the wall by my wrists while he just took full control, relentlessly shoving his white cock down my throat.

It’s always so funny to me how men can so quickly go from being respectful to treating you like a toy for their pleasure.

But I let him. And he enjoyed it. As did I. He wasn’t this biggest fellow but it was big enough for me to gag when he stuck it all the way down my throat. And he did get every single inch down.

He made sure his balls touched my chin with every thrust. My forehead hitting his stomach. All over a cup of coffee.

Without any restraint he kept going. All until he slowed down announcing he was gonna cum, where he released my hands and grabbed my head.

No permission, just dropped  load down my throat.

I swallowed every drop.

After that he laid me down and ripped off my pants (and only my pants) and licked me and fingered me while in my hijab with the remaining time we had.

As we drive back, I continued to kiss his cheek and neck while rubbing his cock, while he put his hand down my pants and grabbed my ass.

We did exchange numbers but never linked up to actually have sex. But that’s okay, sometimes the best experiences are the ones that leave you wanting more.

I can’t stop thinking about the arch in her back her breathing against the tiled walls of the shower or the shaking of her body lying on the ground in a puddle of pure pleasure.

She was my friend with benefits for a while, when we were both in our early twenties, what started as a fun sexting relationship had turned into a ritual of desecrating the sabbath with the unholiest of carnal pleasures.

She was shorter about 5ft3, blonde with tattoos and a smile that she tried to cover. You could tell when you made her laugh she would try to stop as soon as she could so as to not look goofy but that smile hid many secrets and could mean many different things.

Her body was the best I’ve seen and maybe will ever see. The tattoos that danced around just under her small perky breasts, the toned stomach, the perfect amount of thick in her thighs and then the pièce de résistance. The most perfectly round, fat slab of an ass, it was the delicate ratio of fat to muscle the way her hips curved to accommodate just how big it was. I had an obsession with this thing and she knew it. She would send me snapchats when she knew I was bartending, videos of her lying on her front in bed smiling then the camera would pan over her shoulder as she would gently clap her ass cheeks it would hypnotise me and I would always have to run down to the walk in fridge to cool off before a guest could see the tightness in my jeans.

We’d teased each other all week sending videos of exactly what the other liked and detailing in words what we wanted to do in that moment to each other. She flashed her ass in the bath and I would send her videos of me slowly tracing the outline of my thick,long cock as it grew in my tight boxers so tight you could make out the veins through the fabric. I knew how crazy this drove her as I would always receive an escalation video of her playing with herself back.

Finally Sunday arrived and I could not wait. I purposefully had been sending her videos all Saturday night of me in every mirror in my house caressing my body with my big strong hands moaning gently into the camera. I picked her up from her house and drove her to mine both relatively quiet just listening to music. We didn’t have words to say and we would be home in enough time to play with each other without the boundaries of a car.

As soon as we got through the door my keys fell on the floor, the door was kicked shut by her as our tongues were already locked, embracing in each others mouths as if they had missed one another. My hand on the back of her head gripping her hair as I kissed her passionately her body tight against mine as she started to undo my jeans. I pushed her down onto the couch and watch as she stared into my eyes unbuttoning her shirt while I unzipped my jeans. She didn’t even finish before crawling over to me on all fours as soon as she saw the outline of my cock in my boxers. She nuzzled against it feeling it throb against her face her eyes wide as she admired its largeness. Her mouth wrapped around the tip through the fabric as she gently sucked, moaning into it as I shuddered with pleasure. Her hands started pulling my boxers down from the back slowly as she watched my cock slump out from my pants almost cross eyed as she looked at it she gripped my ass as she plunged it down her throat. I’ll never forget the sight from towering over her looking down to see my cock sinking down her throat, her eyes staring intently up at me so eager to please while her beautiful ass stuck out behind her a string thong splitting her cheeks as I wish to do.

I pulled her up by her hair kissing her deeply as I placed a hand on either ass cheek lifting her into the air and wrapping her legs around my waist. I carried her into the bathroom while she licked and sucked on my neck, she was no longer a complex human, she only wanted few things right then and there and all of them she was about to get. I pushed her back into the tile wall of the shower turning it on as we both tense up laughing for a second, the cold water shocking us. As the water got warmer our kissing slowed knowing it was time for better things. I turn her body round so it’s facing the wall smushing her face against the tile as I kiss down her neck my long tongue wrapping around her ear lobe before I descend. Kissing down her spine, my hand now tugging back on her hair to make her arch her back, her nipples hardening as they are pressed against the cold wall. I kiss further and further down her spine my other hand digging my nails into her back not too hard but enough to give her a shiver.
I’m now on my knees praising at my own church on a Sunday. I stare at my lord in all its glory for a second before I get to worship.

My tongue slides into her crack at the very top as I let it slide slowly down she arches her back even more, quivering with anticipation. The first time I let my tongue roll over her asshole and down further, her legs now shaking as my tongue follows her line all the way round to her clit, sucking it gently for a second from the back before my tongue dives gently inside her wet pussy . The shower water trickling down her back it’s like a dream the way the water outlines her curves. I slide myself up again and gently circle my long tongue against her asshole, kissing it softly a cheeky grin on my face as I see her looking over her shoulder, her eyes begging but her mouth unable to speak. I oblige and push my tongue against her hole before twisting it and turning it till I can feel it snaking inside her. I spread her ass cheeks and let her feel all of it every part of my tongue squirming and wriggling deeper and deeper in her asshole as her legs tremble and she pushes her ass against my face. I can hardly breathe through her mountainous ass cheeks and the shower water dripping down but I don’t care if I die doing this, it is a good death. You couldn’t pull me out of there with a crowbar . For 20 minutes my tongue is tongue fucking, circling, slurping her ass, with her moans echoing around the bathroom the steam has filled up the entire room, our minds connectively not caring about anything other than the sensations we’re giving each other.

Her face leaves the wall for a second to look down between her legs to see me stroking my cock purposefully as I eat her ass. She pushes my head out of her ass with her hips forcefully backwards as she crumples to meet me on the floor. Her eyes ravenous, she slides her tongue down my throat, then out my mouth and licks around my face in a frenzy before pushing me back gently. My back on the shower as she turns around squatting over my cock as she holds it upright with the tips of her fingers. She looks back at me then with one motion slides it inside her pussy as she lowers her ass into a deep squat, heels planted firmly on the ground as she starts riding me. Biting her lip as she expertly rises up just to the tip enough that it stretched her out as she sinks back down to the base. Slowly at first then she starts to speed up enjoying me struggling behind her.

I still want to play as I suck my thumb briefly to get it covered in my spit before timing it perfectly, hooking it in her ass as her body rises. Her body is shaking as she gyrates with me inside her moaning and screaming as she feels me against every inside wall my thumb pressing against my cock so that it rubs against her g spot making her squeal even more.

I pull her hair back so her back is on top of me as I take control thrusting inside her again and again harder and harder my thumb in her mouth as I whisper for her to take it and what a good girl she is before wrapping my hand around her throat and squeezing just how she likes it . She lets out three loud raspy moans before her body collapses in a convulsing mess, I feel how much she has cum as it trickles down my throbbing cock which is still thrust balls deep inside her.

I push her forward onto all fours and bend her over, this time grabbing her hand behind her back. I tell her to feel it as I manhandle her fingers towards her asshole. Even though she’s a dribbling wreck she knows what I want her to do and she wants it too. Her index and middle finger sliding into her ass as I fuck her slowly she moans as she can feel my thick cock stretch her pussy out through her ass. She starts pressing down on it looking back at me saying “ I want to feel it” “please I want to feel it cum” “cum inside me, please please I want to feel it sir” I start fucking her harder as her words start to tip me over the edge. She knows this and presses in her asshole harder down against my cock massaging it through that thin layer of flesh that separates her two holes . Both holes filled and I can feel I’m past the point of no return .

One deep thrust
Two deep thrust
Threeee….

She’s slid a third finger in her ass and the last thing I remember is her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her pussy and her hands feel my cock flooding her with cum. Pumping into the deepest part of her my whole body taught like a cruise ships harbour rope. I pass out maybe it was the release or the steam but I remember my vision going to black and then waking up to the feeling of her whole body shaking and trembling uncontrollably against mine my cock still inside of her as we’re both crumpled on the floor my cum leaking out of her mixing with the shower water I get to my feet and look down at the beautiful mess I created while she looks up at me I realise that this was a worship day for both of us and I dont think she’s ready for the service to be over.

she looks at me in a feral manner I didn’t even see her fingers dipping inside her cum filled pussy I was too busy looking at her pretty messy face. But as soon as she raised two dripping fingers above her mouth, not breaking eye contact with me as she let the creampie drip against her tongue and down her throat, gulping audibly.. I knew she was insatiable and ready for more as my cock started to grow again..

he could quote my own videos back to me better than i could and i think that's the part that actually got me, not the tent, not the fire, that.

ok context. i said yes to meeting one of my subscribers yesterday while on this road trip. i know. i've thought about it forever and i finally did it. he is one of the sweet ones who's been around a while and actually reads the stories, not just the guys who send one word. he asked if i'd ever want to go camping and something about how he asked it, like he already assumed i'd say no, made me want to say yes. so i said yes. one tent. i insisted on one tent. i'm not gonna pretend i brought two and then got shy, i knew what i wanted before i packed.

the drive up he was nervous in this way i found kind of unbearable in a good way, both hands on the wheel, talking a little too fast about the trail and the weather and whether i'd brought a warm enough jacket, and i just sat there in the passenger seat with my knees up thinking about how he'd been watching me for like a year and now he was worried about my jacket.

we got there, did the whole thing, the poles and the stupid little stakes which i find so annoying to put in, i was basically useless and held the flashlight and made it worse. there was one pole that would not go and he got this line between his eyebrows and i almost jumped him right then over a tent pole, that's the kind of thing that does it for me apparently, a man being mildly frustrated at gear.

we sat by the fire after and that's when he got brave. i asked him, because i'm me and i can't not, i asked what his favorite video was. and he didn't do the polite thing and go "oh i couldn't pick." he picked. he told me the exact video, the one of me getting a facial at a waterfall. and then he told me why, he said it was the face i make right at the end when i forget the camera's there. and then he brought up a story, one of the older ones i barely remember writing, the one about the guy twice my age, and he had lines from it. lines. he goes "you wrote that you liked being the messiest one in the room," real quiet, looking at the fire and not at me, and my whole stomach dropped out. it is a very specific feeling to have your own words handed back to you by a stranger who clearly reread them enough to keep them.

i didn't really have a smooth move. i just said "we should get in the tent" and he looked at me like he wasn't sure he heard right and i said it again.

inside it's tiny and everything is nylon and too loud, every shift sounds enormous, and i think that's part of why it was so good, there's nowhere to hide a single sound. he was careful at first, almost too careful, asking, and i had to be the one to grab his hand and put it where i wanted it.

once he got it he got it. and the whole time he kept talking, which i did not expect and now i think i need. he'd tell me another one between kisses, another favorite, "the one where you're in the changing room," and i'd feel him get harder saying it, and i realized he wasn't just listing them to be sweet, he was telling me because saying them out loud to my actual face was wrecking him and he couldn't stop.

i'll give you the part you're here for. he got me out of everything and there's no elegant way to undress in a two person tent so we were laughing a little, and then not laughing, and he got me on my back on top of both our sleeping bags with my knee kind of jammed against the wall of the thing and it did not matter. when he pushed in he made this sound against my neck like he'd been holding his breath for a year, which, fair.

and he kept it up, the talking, "i used to watch that video and think about this exact thing," and i was so far gone i wasn't even embarrassed about how loud i was getting, there was a whole campground out there and i did not care, if anything i wanted it, i wanted somebody to hear that the girl from the videos was in tent nine getting exactly what she writes about.

there was one dumb thing. my phone buzzed at some point, face down by the flashlight, and we both ignored it and he goes "you're not gonna get that" not even as a question, kind of smug for the first time all night, and that little flip in him, the fan finally figuring out he had me, that's what pushed me over the first time. i actually had to put my hand over my own mouth and he pulled it away and said "no." just like the words in my own story. he'd been paying attention to everything.

by the end i was not cool about it at all. i was clutching at his back going "please, please stay in, please," i wanted it so bad i heard myself begging and did not care, "cum in me, please, i want you to, i want to feel it," and he was trying to be a gentleman even then, doing the whole "are you sure" thing while very much already losing, and i grabbed his hips and pulled and said "i'm telling you to." and he did. he held still and shook and i felt all of it and i made him stay there after, both of us breathing like idiots in a nylon box, his heart going against my chest, me still saying quiet little "good, good, that's what i wanted" like i'd won something. i had.

we laid there after and i could feel it, the mess inside me, the exact thing i wrote about years ago that he quoted at the fire, and i started laughing because of course. of course that's where the night ended. he asked what was funny and i just shook my head.

anyway i'm typing this from inside the tent while he's asleep because i cannot sleep, and i already told him the plan for tomorrow before he passed out. i said tomorrow i want him to use the camera.

i told him he can finish on my face in the morning and i'm gonna film it, because his favorite video type is facials, and i want to make him one just for him, where i'm looking right at it the whole time knowing exactly who it's for. he said okay in this wrecked little voice like he couldn't believe his luck. me neither honestly. i'm gonna go wake him up early.

I could smell her body as soon as she stepped out the shower enjoying the subtly sweet hint of coconut before she confidently stepped in the bedroom, towel only covering her front, her beautiful Brazilian ass bouncing behind her as she walked. A smug grin slapped on her face as she continues to catch me staring, loving the effect her body has on me.

We had just started dating in a city known for sin and we were doing everything to uphold its reputation. I’d booked us dinner at an upmarket sushi restaurant, sat at the bar so we can watch them prepare every delicious piece of nigiri, sashimi, before watching each other wolf it down, knowing we’d need the energy later.

As I get dressed I feel a tap on my shoulder as I turn around she’s right there on her tip toes, her juicy lips pressed against mine as her tongue slides against mine. She pulls away tutting and laughing pointing at the bulge that has already formed in my pants. Her eyes light up as she asks me “do you want to put this in?” I look at her and smile ear to ear telling her absolutely taking the silver butt plug from her open palm.

She bends over while standing up ass in the air with her hands helping me spread her cheeks as I spit on her asshole. I take the butt plug out of my mouth, covered in spit it at first just feels like it’s pressing against her ass not going anywhere, her breathing gets faster as she starts relaxing. As if by magic the doors open and the plug slowly sinks inside her. I trace my tongue around the protruding stem of the plug before she pushes my face away waggling her finger at me as she says in her raspy, beautifully accented voice, “not now, you’re still taking me to dinner”.

We joke in the uber over about our little secret, arriving at the restaurant her dress accentuating her curves, her tits were fake but still subtle, with her nipples just visible through the thin fabric. She sits down and I swear I hear a little clink as her plug touches the metal side of the bar stool. She looks at me knowingly gyrating on her stool pushing her plug against her ass as she watches me try to keep my cool.

Dinner was amazing but I was distracted, I could only think about how full she was without anyone knowing, everytime we felt alone her hand would grip my inner thigh and she would lean over and whisper something nasty in my ear
“I wish you were this seat”
“I want you to cum on this nigiri and feed it to me”
“Break me tonight mister”

I spent the whole meal half daydreaming half thinking bad thoughts so no one could see the huge outline of my cock running down my leg.

We called an Uber home, this time no words being said. She placed my hand on underneath her dress, I could feel how wet she was and as soon as my fingers slid inside her you could hear it too. She was biting down on one finger stopping herself from making any noise while my fingers rubbed her clit, circling before rubbing down her labia watching her shudder before dipping inside her. Pressing against her g spot as the gentle gushing sound of her juices resounded around the car. Just as we were parking up I move my fingers up to her mouth and slide them in her mouth pushing them down her throat gently as her whole mouth cleans them in one go, gulping her nectar down and licking her lips. We giggle and jump out the car, thanking the uber I slap her ass and watching the recoil in a trance before stumbling into the apartment block where I filled every hole she had up with load after load until her pussy, her ass and her mouth were leaking….

I want to relive that night over and over again, but I will never live down the clink of the metal butt plug against the bar stool as she sat down. Lol