This took place back in the good ol’ days of my mid-20s. The world has changed a lot since then, and so have I; the me in this story is reckless and immature, and I don’t condone all of his behavior. Nevertheless, I have come to terms with it as an especially hot life lesson.

I've always been involved with my town’s local music scene, and one year it occurred to me that the street I lived on had enough bars and punk houses to throw an absolute banger of a block party. It took a lot of work to get off the ground, from booking all of the bands to getting the venues show-ready and on the same page. Word spread during the planning and promotion, and community hype seemed pretty high as party day approached. It took little effort to find a good volunteer crew from a simple blast of my socials.

One of those volunteers was Molly. She’s someone I knew vaguely from bumping into at shows, and whom I'd seen in the crowd at some of my band’s own. I never caught her age, but she seemed to be a little younger than me, maybe 22 at the time, and quite petite at about 5' 1. She ticked a lot of boxes for the hipster starter pack: a new hair color every other week; messy bangs; big, round, brown glasses that framed her big, round, brown eyes; and stick-and-poke tattoos all over her body that alluded to her esoteric tastes. She was a collage artist, and I always enjoyed seeing the striking fliers she made for shows around town.

I remembered seeing on social media that she had moved out-of-state with her boyfriend a few months ago, so I certainly wasn’t expecting to hear from her. She replied that she was back in town that weekend, thought it sounded fun and wanted to help. I gave her a shift at a ticket booth and didn't think much more of it.

The day of the party was a blur: exhausting, stressful, and exhilarating. The bands were all on point, all the venues were packed and the streets were flowing with beer and late-summer revelry. Everything was running exactly to schedule, and everything was going at best-case scenario. Even still, the sheer volume of people I had to communicate with to keep the party going kept me from fully being able to join it.

I didn’t see much of Molly, as I was darting from stage to stage all night, though she certainly caught my eye whenever she was nearby. She had a kind of a French thing going on. A red beret crowned her jet black, ponytailed hair. She matched it with a rouge lipstick that highlighted her full, pouting lips. Thigh-high socks covered most of her legs, but left a sexy band of peach-toned skin for me to admire below her short plaid skirt. Perhaps the most French part of her ensemble was the lack of bra. Her small, perky tits looked amazing against the tight horizontal black-and-white stripes of her shirt, with just a hint of nipple poking through.

Despite the fact that I could go into a paragraph of detail about how hot she looked, I was so focused on keeping operations smooth that I remained completely professional with her, and our interactions were limited to a boss/worker dynamic. She only worked the first half of the party, her relief replacing her sometime while I was away so she could enjoy the headliners and catch up with friends.

I also didn’t see much of Helen that night, though I wasn’t expecting to. We had been dating for two years, and with hindsight, the relationship had clearly already run its course but we were both too cowardly to call things off. We argued frequently, only occasionally enjoyed each other’s company, and worst of all, had infrequent and mediocre sex. Planning this party had only further driven a wedge between us. Her support was fickle and my incessant talking about it drained her. She left early, telling me she had a migraine and wishing the best of luck to me. I’d say I was disappointed had I expected more, but ultimately I wasn’t going to let her keep me from enjoying my night.

As the final bands were wrapping up, I began the all-important task of collecting the door money from the venues and kudos from my peers. There was way more of both than I was prepared for, but luckily my inflated ego buoyed the anxiety I felt walking around with thousands of dollars in my bag.

I finished the rounds at Pisshole, a large punk house that I had a room in and had served as one of the venues for the night. My housemates did a great job at directing everyone to the afterparty, so the place was totally emptied out. I went to my room, sat at my desk, emptied my bag, and basked in the mountain of tens and twenties I had before me. The afterparty was waiting, but I couldn’t resist taking some time to find out the grand total of my efforts.

Partway into my count, I heard footsteps from the living room and a voice calling my name. It was Molly. What was she doing here? I beckoned her into my room and asked her that very question. She lingered at the door frame and noticed all of the cash I was sitting with, causing her to stumble over her words. She was adorable, all flustered like that. I looked her up and down. Her hands were behind her back, giving me a nice view of her curves. Maybe I was imagining it, but her nipples were poking out more than before. Her gaze was heavy lidded and bloodshot, clearly high on some potent herb.

The whole night had also gotten me quite high: high on adrenaline, high on myself and my own triumphs, and yes, a little weed along the way. All the work for this party and all the strife with Helen meant I hadn’t drained my balls in weeks outside of a few weak wanks. And now, most unexpectedly, I had this hot, young art-hoe wandering alone into my bedroom, serving herself to me on a silver platter. It was an all-too-potent mixture of intoxicants that turned me into the most selfish and arrogant version of myself, and suddenly my whole being existed in the service of getting my dick in this woman as fast as possible.

She told me she just wanted to make sure she congratulated me before she departed for the night, as we didn’t get a chance to properly talk during the party. She talked at length about how much fun she had and how impressed she was with the caliber of music I had booked, all the while playing with her ponytail. Being the gracious recipient of accolades that I was, I thanked her profusely for her contributions to the evening, and indulged her in some behind-the-scenes gossip. She was giggling at whatever random crap was spewing out my mouth. What got the biggest giggle from her was, in response to her asking if I needed help with anything else, spreading my legs and asking her to come over to me.

“Didn’t I see you with your girlfriend earlier?” she asked teasingly. I looked her in the eyes and told her the truth.

“All I can think about right now is your mouth on my cock.”

She bit her lip as she got on her knees and between my legs. With her forearms resting on my thighs, she undid my pants and fished out my thick member. She took a moment to admire its size against her dainty hand, then wasted no more time getting it between her juicy lips.

At this point the reality of the situation caught up to me. I was cheating on my girlfriend, there’s more cash in my bedroom than I have in my checking account, and anyone could just wander in at any moment. I was in an absolutely crazy situation. I know I’m small potatoes in the grand scheme of things, but I felt like a sleazy Hollywood exec exploiting some impressionable starlet. It was repulsive in a way that made me want to crawl out of my skin.

Looking down at the hipster hottie giving me the best head of my life, I was able to forgive myself. Molly was a passionate performer, and she was running through all her greatest hits. She wasn’t afraid to slobber, sacrificing her makeup in her desire to give me pleasure. The chorus of giggles, hums and moans she vibrated around my cock were so cutely feminine and high-pitched that they made me start dueting with some low moans of my own. She knew the value of playing with my balls, lightly tickling them with her long, red nails, sending shivers down my spine. Instinctively, I put my hand on her beret, not quite guiding her pace, but letting her know that I planned to take charge soon.

She popped my cock out of her mouth to stroke it, and looked up at me with a dopey, stoned grin.

“Is this helping?” she cooed breathily, punctuating the sentence with a gentle kiss of my tip.

I grunted in affirmation as I pushed her face back down onto me. She moaned at my forcefulness and reached under her skirt to touch herself. Her moans got louder, and it seemed like an orgasm was imminent, but she quickly stopped and let it subside. She began a cycle of building up and denying herself the climax for a while, focusing on her pussy’s needs, relinquishing to me the pace of her facefucking. I think she was waiting for signs that I was about to come, but was ignorant to the fact that I never had from a blowjob. I’ve always needed pussy to have my nut, and hers was soon to be ripe for the taking.

She was cresting for the fourth time when I reached down into her shirt and gave her left nipple a sharp pinch with one hand while I pushed her head deep into my lap with the other, her nose brushing my pubes. It was a risky move, but one that paid off. The shock of everything brought her over the edge, and she moaned, shuddered and gagged deep down my shaft as her long-steeped orgasm wracked her body.

I released her head, and she released my cock. A wet mix of saliva and precum tethered us. She looked up at me in a daze, breathing heavily, not saying a word. Before me was a woman who’d been brought to completion, and was primed to take more still. In this primal moment the last rational neuron in my brain took over the megaphone.

“I don’t have a condom,” it said through my voice. I assume it was trying to explain to Molly why I wasn’t going to be able to fuck her tonight.

“I mean….I’m on birth control.”

That was good enough for the neuron. I picked Molly up from the floor, spun her around, and bent her over the money desk, adding her to the grand total of the night's earnings. She arched her back, fully playing the bitch in heat. I pulled down her disheveled panties and got my first feel for the sopping mess that I’d made of her cunt. Her moans picked right back up. She turned her head to look back at me, begging wordlessly with her doe eyes for me to fuck her.

Quickly I realized our height difference wasn’t going to work standing up like this, so I picked her up from the desk with ease and tossed her onto the bed, eliciting a little shriek from her. She got back on all fours, hitched up her plaid skirt, and started wiggling her ass at me. Her swaying pussy, framed between the hem of her skirt and the tops of her thigh-high socks, had me mesmerized. I got behind her, grabbed her by her tiny waist, and gave my cock what it’s been asking for since Molly entered my room.

She was the kind of tight that makes you see stars. Even with how wet she was, it took some time to fit every raw inch of me in her. Once I bottomed out, I grabbed a handful of her black ponytail and pulled, forcing her to stare up at the dim overhead light as I took full control of her body. I knew I wasn’t going to last long riding her bareback, so I took it slow and deliberate to start.

Without my cock in her mouth to muffle her, Molly turned out to be quite the screamer. This made me nervous, because I had no clue if or when my roommates would be coming home from the bar. Needing to silence her, I opted to switch from pulling her hair to pushing her face into the pillow. This was met with another squeal; maybe not muted enough to avoid getting caught, but it assuaged my guilt enough for me to get lost in the moment. I picked up my pace, feeling my own orgasm building up. I yanked her back up again by the ponytail, and whatever she was babbling into the pillow transformed into a string of loud, profane encouragement.

With one last squeeze from her pussy, I thrusted my full length as deep as I could into her and shot a biblical flood of cum inside her. The tension of our encounter, of the whole day, even the months leading up to that orgasm was a buildup of electricity that needed to be released that night, and she was my lucky little lightning rod. For those fleeting delusional seconds, balls emptied into someone I would never see again, I was on top of the world.

I let go of her hair and pulled out of her leaking cunt. I must have been the only one of us supporting her, as she immediately collapsed into a sweaty, well-fucked heap. I looked down at my bed. It was smeared in lipstick and mascara. Sense came rushing right back in to fill the vacuum. I never imagined myself capable of any of this, but was now on the other side of my actions, their consequences looming over my immediate future.

She got up and examined herself in my mirror. Her makeup was smudged all over her face, her lipstick smeared from her nose to her chin. Her ponytail was loose, strands of hair tangled up outside the scrunchie. Cum was still actively leaking down her thighs. She dabbed some away with tissues from her purse, but more trickled down to replace it.

The energy in the room got much colder, not just from me but from Molly. It only occurred to me then that I might not be the only cheater in the room. I gained nothing from inquiring further, so I kept my mouth shut.

She asked me if I could walk her to her car. I certainly wasn’t interested in putting my infidelity on full display by trotting this freshly-fucked slut around the block. It wasn’t my problem that people would know just from looking at her that someone else got lucky, as long as they didn’t find out who.

I grabbed a wad of cash from my desk without counting, and stuck it in the waistband of her skirt, suggesting she call an Uber. We both knew it was way more than an Uber cost, and what I was trying to tell her by giving it to her. She stared at the money for a long moment, contemplating how willing she was to be made a whore before giving me a disgusted look and depositing it in her purse. She pulled her phone out and within seconds had a car on its way to pick her up.

As I walked her to the front door, I thanked her again for all the help and slapped her ass farewell. The last sound I heard from her was a pitiful yelp before she gave me one last blushing look, and walked to the black SUV idling at the curb.

This was several years back. That Saturday was one of those relax and reset kind of days. I went and grabbed a coffee, walked around the neighborhood a bit, enjoying the first crisp air of fall.

On the walk back to my building I stopped in the neighborhood wine store and chose a couple bottles of to enjoy alone at home for the weekend, my favorite Morgon and something new. Work had been a lot, so a couple nights of nothing but a movie on the couch sounded better than a night out.

I timed walking in to the lobby perfectly as the elevator was at the ground floor but the doors started to slowly close as I approached. I grabbed for the door hoping that I wouldn’t have to wait for the next one. The doors began to open at my touch, only for them to reveal my cute long-haired brunette neighbor standing inside holding grocery bags. In a very sheer white top. With nothing under it. Black yoga pants hugged her hour glass hips, her toes painted black poking out of a pair of sandals. She looked shocked to see another person and immediately turned red. I had always found her attractive, we had playful banter plenty of times before and my eyes had wandered her body more than a few times. She had a nice round ass, large boobs that were always boosted with a bra that pushed them up on display. I appreciated and respected her confidence in her figure. She gave the impression she knew she had “it” but never gave the impression she was full of herself. But today. I was completely taken off guard, her 5’2” or so curvy frame standing in front of me, with what I had always guessed to be D cup tits, staring right back at me. Her pink areolas were a little smaller than the opening of a coffee mug, which had always been my preferred size, and her nipples were poking at the fabric from the cool air coming through the lobby doors.

“Uhhh umm” she said, and then let out a nervous laugh. “I’m sorry, I had groceries delivered and ran down quickly. I thought I was in the clear when no one was in the lobby…” she had no way to cross her arms without putting her bags down. “Well, I guess I’ll consider myself lucky today,” I said with a laugh. I offered to take her bags to give her the chance to cover herself, but was surprised to hear “well, there’s no sense in covering up when you’ve already seen them.” Fair enough.

I asked what she was up to today as the reflection of her pink nipples looked back at me in the elevator door. I had to stop looking, be a gentleman. I couldn’t. They were better than I could have imagined, round, perky. The smell of woody, floral perfume filled my nose, she smelled amazing too.

“I’m taking a night in. I gave myself a pedicure and was planning to cook and watch a movie.” She replied. “I was doing the same actually” I replied. The elevator slowed and the doors opened to our floor. “Well, I’ve got groceries, you have wine, do you want to make it at movie night together?” She asked with a smirk. I may have answered too quickly, but that was an easy yes. “Give me 30 minutes and I’ll come over?” I offered. “Just knock!” She said.

I caught myself looking at her ass entering her condo across the hall as I fumbled with my keys. Well. That’s not how I expected today to go. I set the wine on the counter and turned on the shower, not assuming this night was going anywhere other than a movie, but wanting to impress by smelling clean after walking around this afternoon.

My mind couldn’t help but think of her tits, her painted toes, those yoga pants. Washing my body I had to clear my imagination as I started to grow thick. Intrusive thoughts started to creep in as I decided to shave it and clean up. Just in case. I’ve always preferred to be clean shaven down there, it’s not everyone’s thing.

I got out of the shower, pulled on some black jeans and a black T-shirt, one spray of Tom Ford and I walked across the hall, wine bottles in tow. I knocked. “Come in” her delicate voice called out. I opened the door to a sense of relief. “I didn’t even think about the fact that anyone else could have been knocking” she said. “I guess today was both of our lucky days then” I joked. She hadn’t changed. Still in her very see through white v-neck t shirt and yoga pants, this time barefoot. I’m a feet guy, so I was very happy to see not only the pretty toes from the elevator, but high arches, size 6 I guessed in my mind. Very sexy bare feet.

“I brought both bottles, I don’t know what you drink, but you are welcome to either or both.” I explained. We talked about wine while she cooked a pan chicken, roasted potatoes and some green beans. I hadn’t even thought about food, but this girl could cook. The meal was fantastic. We polished the first bottle over dinner and decided to opened the second as she turned on a movie. I handed her a glass, but as she went to take a sip, the glass bumped something and spilled a small amount on her shirt. “Oh no!” I said as I handed her a towel “do you need to change?” I asked. “Well, we’ve already covered that you’ve seen them, so I guess I don’t really need this anymore” she said playfully as she peeled her shirt over her head. This time there was no fabric blocking my view. And they were even better in full HD. I felt a surge inside my chest, blood rushed around my body. There was a look in her eye that told me to take a chance.

I wrapped my arms around her and planted my lips on hers, only to feel her soft tongue searching for mind. Our tongues touched and my hands immediately were drawn to her ass, cupping a cheek in each hand, she moaned a soft hum in to my mouth. Her hands pulling at my shirt until it was over my head and on the floor. I gave her tits a soft feel, pinching her nipples between my fingers. She responded with unbuttoning my pants and reaching in. “Mmmm” she hummed again. “I love that you shave it, that’s rare.” I guess those intrusive thoughts paid off.

Her body following my pants to the ground and faster than I could have imagined her mouth was around me. Warm, wet, taking me in slowly as she closed her hand around my balls. Fuck. She knows what she’s doing. She bobbed her head up and down my length a few times and grabbed it, her hand following her mouth from tip to bottom. It has been a while since I had been with anyone, but this felt like someone who had studied the art of blowjobs.

I pulled her up and spun us around, lifted her and placed her ass on the kitchen island counter. Our tongues found each other again, I could taste my pre-cum in her mouth. Kissing down her neck to her immaculate nipples, I sucked one in, then found the other, my hands pulling at the waist of her yoga pants. She lifted her hips and I slid them off of her round ass, down her legs, and off of her feet. Her feet. Fuck. I didn’t know what she was into, but I took a chance and kissed the top of her foot, down to her toes, slowly licking my tongue down her toes. She let out an excited gasp of pleasure. Ok, we are in sync. I sucked on each toe individually as I looked down to find she was not wearing panties. Her shaved pussy was small, very pretty like the rest of her. Begging to be eaten.

I pulled her hips to the edge of the counter, sat down naked in her bar stool and licked a painfully slow, broad tongue lick up one lip, then the other. Pulling each one slowly in to my mouth, sucking on it while rolling my tongue over it. Her breathing got sharp. I pulled her legs apart, opening her lips to a picture perfect clit. I started my tongue at her entrance and again, painfully slowly, gave her a board tongue lick. I eat for my pleasure, and hers, so this was great for both of us. I took my time, continuing at this slow pace, her breath drawing in and exhaling with a sexy whimper. My finger found her hole as I continued licking, but sat just a half inch in her entrance. She pulled my hair and lifted my head. Come on. She lead me over to the couch and pushed me down. I can’t think of the last time I was this hard.

She turned and sat down on my face moving her mouth down on to my dick, 69 has always been massive turn on for me. Our mouths explored each other for a while, my hands kneading her ass cheeks, until I realized I’d had my eyes closed the whole time. Opening my eyes her little pink asshole was staring me in the face. I decided to test the waters further and gave it a little test lick, hoping she’d be in to it. “OHHH” she cried out with my cock still in her mouth. Fuck yes. I gave it a few more licks, swirling my tongue around her tight little hole. I gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them apart further, lifted my head and plunged my tongue inside of her ass. She let out an animalistic “Mmmuuhhhhh” she likes it. She’s freaky like me. I could have cum right then. But contained myself. I worked my way back down to her clit, my nose rubbing in her pussy hole. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum” she cried as her legs tensed and gripped around my face. She shuddered, moaning.

She couldn’t take it anymore, she stood up, her round ass bouncing “I need it, now” she said with a feral look in her eyes. She laid down on her back and demanded “fucking take me.” I crawled over to her, hooked her leg with my arm and plunged myself inside of her. “FUCK. YES. OH. FUCK.” She screamed as I entered. I tried to take it slow, but she wasn’t having it, again demanding “Give it to me.” So I plunged in her, out of her, and back in her hard. My torso slamming in to her clit. “FUCK. FUCK. FUCK ME BABY” her legs tensed around my hips again, telling me she was cumming again. This time I fucked her through it, not letting up. “I’m about to cum” I told her. “Cum in me, fuck, CUM IN ME” she screamed. I buried myself in her one more time and came harder than I had in years. This may have been the best sex of my life. Risky, not knowing the birth control situation, but worth the risk.

“Holy fucking shit” she cried out in my ear. “That was so fucking hot!” “I know, what the fuck was that?!” I asked as we both laughed. I pulled my body up on my knees, still inside of her, thrusting softly a few more times before I pulled out. My cum started to slowly cascade out of her down to her asshole. I stood up to get her a towel. “What are you doing? Clean me up” she asked and ordered at the same time. “I am, I’m going to find you a towel, where do you keep them” I responded. “With your tongue, not a towel” she barked in a domineering voice. I looked at her in shock, not that she wanted me to do this, but because I had no premonition that she was a freaky girl. I got down on my knees, starting from her asshole, licking all the way back up to her clit. My cum filled my mouth. I pulled her pussy lips apart and spit it back in to her hole. Licking her again from her ass to her clit, making her squirm and shake from the sensitivity of it.

“You’re not done yet.” I demanded as I pinned her hips down and licked her clit again and again until her legs vice gripped around my head again, this time she was even more vocal than the other two orgasms. “You’re either a fucking saint or a devil, I haven’t figure it out yet, but we are doing this again.” she said as she came down from her high. I think I’m in love, I muttered in my own thoughts.

“Bro I am looking good, I am getting laid tonight, there’s no question.” Adam was a friend from college that still came to visit on occasion. He was a pretty boy, full of himself type from New Jersey, a bit much at times, but the kind of friend that was always there for you when you needed him. A statement like this was not out of the norm for his personality, but only landed true 30% of the times we heard it. We clinked our glasses together as the rest of us chuckled and rolled our eyes. “To Adam getting laid, 30% of the time, it works every time” Jay joked with his played out Anchorman line.

The bar was pretty busy tonight. My favorite watering hole on a creek. Live music, chill environment, full of good energy. Adam was more the club type, typical New Jersey type according to his descriptions, but that didn’t exist in Charleston these days, so he’d have to live with cheap beer and socializing. We were getting caught up on recent life and work events when someone realized one of the women in a trio across the bar kept looking our way. “Adam, you might be approaching 100% tonight, that girl has been trying to get your eye for a few minutes now.” Jay explained. Adam’s interest peaked as he looked around like a puppy looking for its owner. His confidence always gave way to desperation as the night went on, so we were a bit relieved that this happened earlier in the night.

“Bro she’s cute! And there’s one for each of us!” Adam’s excitement was hard to hide at this point. “Man, you’re the only one in the prowl, we’ll go over with you, but we are just here for you tonight” I explained with a laugh.

Adam walked over and introduced himself while we waited for the bartender to bring our beers. “He has always been a character” Jay said, “But we love him” I shot back. We joined Adam who introduced us to Emily, the girl who had been eyeing him, and her friends Tori and Amanda. They were all beautiful, well dressed and friendly, but Amanda caught my eye. She was very attractive, short, close to 5’, a little chubby with great curves, curly brown hair, blue eyes, big lips. I introduced myself as Jay got a little squirmy. Jay was in a rocky relationship with someone I tolerated, but never felt was right for him, he just couldn’t let go of her despite the constant fights and phone calls.

We hung out, talking with the girls for about an hour when Jay’s phone buzzed, we knew who it was. “Guys I have to take this” he said with a tired tone. Adam and I continued entertaining the group when Jay came walking back up, “I’m really sorry, I have to head out.” We knew. Another fight was taking place because he was out with friends. The girls excused themselves to go to the restroom as we said goodnight to Jay. “Bro, Emily is so hot, I need a solid, I need you to wingman Amanda for me. I feel like I can land this one tonight” Adam begged. “Land this one? Adam, you’ll never grow up will you” I laughed.

The girls returned seeing us a man down, but must have had a conversation in the ladies room, because Tori excused herself to another group she knew across the bar. Adam and Emily walked over to the railing by the water to talk. “Well, I guess we’ll fend for ourselves then, won’t we?” Amanda joked. “It’s fine, I’ve gotten accustomed to entertaining friends” I joked back. “Well, I hope it’s not too painful for you, I think you’re cute” Emily flirted. I smiled, “I need another beer, would you like something?”

We spent the next few hours talking, laughing, flirting. Clearly a little tipsy, but still in control of herself, Amanda’s hand landed on my thigh, a sly smile on her face. I leaned in and kissed her sexy plump lips. “You want to come to my place?” She asked, sliding her hand further up my thigh.

We ordered an uber back to her place, an old shotgun-style house that had been renovated in to two condos. As Amanda unlocked her door my eyes wandered to her hips, her plump ass, her short legs. She opened the door, turned and grabbed me by the shirt, pulling me inside and shoving her tongue in my mouth at the same time. The door slammed as my hands quickly found her ass. Each cheek was more than a two handfuls and I could feel her tits pressing in to my chest. She turned again and grabbed my hand, leading me quickly to her bedroom. Her place was as well decorated as she was dressed.

She pulled me in to her again, this time my hands slid up under her dress and found her ass again. Her cheeks were cold, but trimmed by lace panties that faded to a satin, soft material. She spun me in a way that forced me to sit on her bed. Our lips, tongues never left each other, but she immediately started unbuttoning my pants. Her small hand reached in and pulled my cock out. “Mmm” she hummed. Dropping to her knees, she pulled my soft cock in to her mouth and started sliding it across her tongue, in and out of her mouth. I got hard pretty quickly, grabbing the back of her hair, but letting her move at her own pace.

She stood up and lifted her dress over her head. Her tanned skin was decorated with black panties, and a matching bra. She reached behind her, wasting no time, and unhooked the bra, letting it fall to the floor as her tits poured out. Full, round C cups, beautiful red areolas the size of a silver dollar dotted with big nipples as big around as my pinky. Fuck they were perfect. I have a love of big nipples, the kind you want to chew on like a piece of bubble gum. She slid her panties down her curvy hips, down her thick thighs, revealing a shaved pussy and a sexy slightly chubby tummy. I was harder than I was when I was in her mouth. Something about a thick girl with a tummy turns me on like the first time you see a pair of tits.

She pulled my shirt off and removed my pants seemingly in one motion it was so fast. She climbed up and straddled me, sinking my cock in to her pussy. She rode me, tits beaming in the light from her bed lamp. I stretched my mouth around her nipples, biting down on them “AHH” she cried with pleasure. She rode like a pro, her pussy wet like a slip n slide, I could feel her juices running down my balls. I grabbed her tummy like a pair of tits and thrust my hips up in to her. “You like chubby girls?” She toyed? “I prefer them” I said, grasping her belly in my hands harder. I slid one hand down to rub her clit while she rode me. Her body was like a drug I couldn’t get enough of. I pawed at her thighs, tits and hips like it was my first time seeing a woman naked.

Amanda climbed off of me, crawling to the middle of her bed, ass in the air on her hands and knees. Her ass cheeks were bright white, lacking the sun kissed tan of the rest of her body. Her cheeks spread open revealing a pretty little pink asshole. I positioned myself behind her and shoved my cock back in to her pussy, her ass bouncing off of my hips with every thrust. My hands latched on to the soft area of her hips, pulling myself in to her harder, deeper. “Fuck, FUCK” she cried out. Unable to resist her little pink hole staring at me, I tested the waters and gave it a light rub with my thumb. “Ohhhh” she moaned. I let spit drip from my mouth down on to her asshole and sunk my thumb in, grabbing her ass crack with the rest of my hand. My cock in her pussy, my thumb in her ass, I knew I was going to cum quickly if I didn’t take a break. I pulled out of her and positioned my head under her pussy, licking her clit. She lowered her hips down on to my face, grinding lightly on my mouth as my tongue explored the length of her clit. I slowly stroked myself while she rubbed her pussy juices all over my face. I was in heaven, but ready to be inside of her again.

I crawled back up and teased the head of my cock against her pussy entrance. “Wrong hole” she begged. I froze, I had heard that before, but I was definitely not lined up to the “wrong hole” like the last time I heard that. Confused, I pulled back and re-aligned myself to her pussy, thinking maybe I touched her ass. “Wrong hole” she demanded this time. I’m a little less confused this time, but more surprised. I lifted my dick and lined it up, resting the head on her asshole. “Get the lube out of my nightstand” she said excitedly.

Never one to not follow a woman’s orders, I retrieved the lube and poured it down the length of my cock, stroking it evenly, then poured a cold dollop on her asshole. With one hand on her hourglass hip, the other holding my cock, I slipped the head in to her ass. “Ohhhh my god” she cried. This wasn’t my first anal, so I knew to go slow, excruciatingly so. Inch by inch I was finally in her ass to my balls. During this process she must have reached down to rub her clit, because I felt her hand cup my balls as I slowly pushed in and out of her asshole. “Fuck my ass” she ordered. Picking up speed, I thrust faster and further in and out, her ass was tight, gripping me hard. Her hand receded back to her clit as I was fully fucking her in the ass. “Fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum” she cried, “OH FUCK, FUUUUCK” she screamed as she came. I didn’t let up, full speed fucking her ass through her orgasm. With one last thrust I buried myself all the way in and came deep inside her, pulling her hips in to me hard. I kept thrusting through my orgasm. With each thrust, my cum slipped out down the length of me. Coming down from a wave of anal ecstasy I pulled out, watching my cum follow, slipping down her pussy lips and dripping on to her bed.

“I never would have guessed that about you” I laughed. “I swear I’ve never done that before, I was just so turned on and felt like such a slut I wanted to try it” she explained. I took your anal virginity??” I questioned. “You definitely did”

Most of my friends are guys. That's just how it worked out, I'm in engineering so every study group every lab every late night in the computer lab it's like 90% dudes and the girls I do know are more like acquaintances than actual close friends. My inner circle is like five guys who'd drop everything if I called and I love them for it and I show my appreciation in a very specific way lol

I suck them off.

Not like... all the time, not casually, not as a greeting or whatever (hi how are you here's a blowjob). But when one of them really comes through for me, like REALLY goes out of his way, I don't think a text that says "thanks so much!!" cuts it. That feels cheap. These guys spend hours helping me, driving me places, fixing my laptop at 2am, staying up explaining shit I should already know. A thank you card feels insulting at that point. So I get on my knees and I make them cum and we move on and nobody makes it weird.

The first time it happened was with Naveen. He's in my program and he's one of those guys who just GETS organic chemistry the way normal people get breathing. I was failing. Not like "oh I got a B minus" failing, like actually going to lose my scholarship failing. He offered to tutor me after class three times a week, no charge, just because we're friends and he could see I was drowning.

He'd come to my apartment and sit at my kitchen table for two hours going through reaction mechanisms and functional groups and all this shit that made me want to cry and he was so patient about it. Never made me feel stupid. Never sighed when I asked the same question for the third time. Just kept explaining.

After the third session I was walking him to the door and I just... dropped. Got on my knees right there in my hallway and pulled his shorts down and wrapped my fingers around his cock and he was already half hard before I even put my mouth on him (so he'd been thinking about it lol). I licked up the underside of his shaft slow, tasting skin and sweat and soap, and then took him into my mouth and sucked him wet and deep until his hand found the back of my head and his breathing got shaky and short. Took maybe four minutes because the surprise factor destroyed him. His thighs locked up and he did this low grunt and came thick on my tongue and I swallowed all of it and wiped my chin and said "thank you for helping me study" and his face was PRICELESS. Just standing there against my front door looking like his brain was loading.

It became our routine after that. Textbook closes, I slide off my chair and get between his legs at the kitchen table. I figured out what made him lose it fastest... slow licks from his balls all the way up the shaft, then taking him deep enough that my nose touches his stomach, holding there until my eyes water, then pulling back with a lot of spit and stroking him while I suck just the head. He'd last anywhere from five minutes to fifteen depending on how stressed he was (stressed days he came fast and I kinda liked that, feeling his whole body unclench because of my mouth).

I got an A on my midterm. A real A, not curved, not rounded up. I called him that night and told him I wanted to do more than suck him off this time. He showed up in twenty minutes lol. I pulled him into my bedroom and we were pulling each other's clothes off before the door even closed and I pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top and sank down on his cock and rode him until we were both sweating and he was so deep I could feel it in my stomach and I came grinding on him with his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks and when he came inside me his whole body arched off the mattress and he made a sound I'd never heard from him before and I clenched around him until he was completely empty and we laid there breathing and he said "so what do I get if you pass the final" and I said "whatever you want" and meant it :)

I passed the final. He collected lol.

It's not just him though. My friend Declan drove four hours round trip to get me when my car died on the highway at midnight and I sucked his cock in the passenger seat after, slow and grateful with his cum warm on my tongue while the parking lot was dead quiet around us. My friend Ravi helped me move apartments in August in 95 degree heat and I blew him in my new shower after, both of us gross and sweaty and his cock tasted like salt and I didn't care at all, just kept sucking until he came down the drain and leaned against the tile looking like he'd seen god.

I know people would probably call me crazy or whatever and maybe they're right but I literally don't care lol. These are my closest friends. They help me without asking for anything and I WANT to do it. Nobody's ever made it weird. Nobody's caught feelings. We just... exist like this and it works and my knees are a little sore sometimes and I keep mints in my purse for after and life goes on :)

Every Thursday through Sunday, 11pm to 7am. That was our schedule and I swear we fucked through at least 80% of it.

Third shift at this little gas station off the highway, the kind that gets maybe four customers between midnight and 5am. We figured that out real quick. And we figured out what to do with all that empty time even quicker lol

Here’s how it worked... we’d start fucking in the back room and when a customer came in he’d pull his pants up and go ring them up while I stayed back there playing with myself the whole time lmaoo. Full on two fingers deep just waiting for him to come back. Sometimes there’d be two or three people browsing and it’d take a minute and by the time he walked back to me I’d already made a mess all over that chair. Pussy swollen and wet and my thighs slick and he’d just stand there in the doorway looking at me like yeah. I could tell he loved finding me like that.

I came minimum five times every shift. MINIMUM. And my body still wanted more every single time, I could not turn it off around this man

One night I wore these light grey leggings to work and I was already so wet before he even touched me that you could see it through the fabric. Like VISIBLY soaked, dark patch spreading between my legs. I had to stay behind the counter or in the back the entire shift because there was zero chance of hiding it. At one point he pulled them to the side and just started rubbing slow circles on my clit while I leaned against the register and I soaked clean through them within like ten minutes, I could feel it running down my inner thighs and dripping onto the tile floor and he had this stupid grin like he was so fucking proud of himself

Another shift I showed up with one of those little app controlled vibrators already inside me (the egg shaped kind you control from your phone??) and I just handed him my phone the second I clocked in and said do whatever you want with it. He kept cranking it up every time a customer walked in lmaoo I was white knuckling the counter trying to look normal while some guy asked where the red bulls were and I was cumming so hard my legs were shaking behind the register. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood and he just kept scrolling through the intensity settings like he was picking a song

But the shift that lives in my head rent free... I stripped everything off from the waist down, sat in that folding chair in the back room, and propped my legs up on the metal storage shelf so my pussy was just completely spread open and easy for him. He didn’t even take all his clothes off, just his pants down enough, and he slid into me and I was so wet it barely took any effort. He fucked me like that for hours. Slow sometimes, hard sometimes. He’d cum inside me and pull out and we’d take a break and drink our gas station coffee and then he’d walk back over and push into me again and I could feel how full I was, his cum leaking out around his cock every time he thrust in, the sounds were so fucking wet and sloppy and obscene and it just made me clench harder. We lost count somewhere around six or seven but by the end my pussy was absolutely overflowing and I could feel it pooling warm underneath me on the plastic seat and dripping off the edge

That job paid like $11 an hour but I would’ve worked there for free lol. My manager once asked us why we always picked up overnight shifts and he just looked at me with a straight face and said “we’re night people” and I almost choked on my drink right there at the morning handoff

The house was bigger than I expected. Three stories, ocean-facing windows, a wide wrap-around deck. I drew the longest straw and ended up with the master bedroom for the weekend. King bed, private bathroom, sliding door straight to the balcony. I carried my bag upstairs without arguing and a grin on my face.

We got in late. Everyone was wiped from the drive and hauling coolers across the sand. First night was quiet. People mostly crashed wherever they landed, except for me.

Next morning, one of the girls, Jenna, woke up with a stiff neck and asked me when nobody else was around if she could share the master. That the couch was killing her back. I hesitated, then shrugged. Big bed. We could keep it simple.

That evening the house smelled like sunscreen and grilled burgers. Cheap beer and salt air had everyone loose. Around midnight the group started drifting off. I stayed up, rinsed off in the big tiled shower. Steam filled the room fast.

When I came out with a towel around my waist, Jenna was already inside the bedroom, kneeling by her open suitcase. Her thin cover-up had ridden up, showing the lower curve of her ass and the edge of her simple black bikini bottom. She looked over her shoulder, caught me staring, and gave a small, knowing smile.

I felt the beer in my system and the heat still on my skin. I didn’t overthink it. She knew what she was doing when she asked me this morning.

I let the towel drop.

My cock hung heavy and thick between my legs, already half-hard from the warmth and the sight of her. Jenna’s eyes flicked down, then back up. She didn’t look away.

“I was going to sleep on the ground…” she said quietly, “but this looks more comfortable.”

She stood, peeled the cover-up over her head, then pushed her bottoms down to her ankles. The wet fabric clung for a second to her thighs before falling. The light caught the faint sheen between her legs. She stepped closer, and I met her halfway.

We kissed slowly at first, testing each other. My hands found her waist, then slid lower to feel her ass. She pressed against me, and I could feel how warm she was. I walked her backward to the bed, easing her down. I kissed along her stomach, then lower, parting her with my tongue. Jenna’s breath caught. Her thighs trembled as I licked slow circles around her clit, then flattened my tongue and dragged upward. She tasted clean and faintly salty from the day. I kept the pace steady, listening to the small sounds she made, adjusting when her hips lifted.

Her hand found my hair as her breath grew shorter. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them gently while my mouth stayed focused. Jenna came with a soft, surprised cry, her thighs tightening around my head. I didn’t stop until the tremors eased.

She pulled me up, rolling onto her stomach without being asked. I knelt behind her, ran my nails over her ass, then gave one cheek a light slap that made her exhale. My cock was fully hard now, thick and throbbing. I lined up and pushed in slowly, giving her a second to adjust. She was tight, and the angle made every inch feel deeper as I sank into her inch by inch.

She moaned into the pillow, pushing back to meet me. I felt her clench around me when I angled slightly differently, and I stayed there, hitting that spot again and again until her second orgasm rolled through her in long, rolling waves.

I eased out, turned her onto her back, and straddled her chest. My cock rested between her breasts, my length stretching to her chin. She understood without words, pressing them together while I rocked forward. Her nipples were hard, she pinched them lightly as I moved. The sight pushed me over quickly. I let her know I was close, and she nodded eagerly.

I came in thick pulses across her face, her tits, her stomach. Jenna licked a drop from her lip and smiled, lazy and satisfied.

We lay side by side afterward, catching our breath. The room smelled like sex and ocean air. Jenna traced a finger through the mess on her skin and we smiled together.

Over the next few days the house settled into an easy rhythm. Mornings on the beach, afternoons napping or reading, evenings cooking together. The tension from that first night lingered but we didn’t rush anything. Small touches happened. Her hand on my arm, a shared look across the table. No one pushed.

Midweek, Rachel asked me with a wry smile if she could crash in the master too as her roommates were snoring but I suspected that she had gotten her true source from Jenna…

I lay beside Emily in the dim quiet of our bedroom, trying to steady myself. Even after everything we had explored together, all the strange, secret corners of our marriage that no one else knew about, this felt different.

Most people saw Emily as a gentle, devout Catholic woman. Dutiful. Soft‑spoken. They had no idea about the private world she and I had built together. The world where she had agreed to fulfil my darkest fantasies. The world where my timid wife was routinely letting my best friend, David, fuck her while I watched. 

Tonight, I was the one who felt timid.

“You’re restless,” she murmured beside me.

Her voice made my chest tighten. “Yeah… I’ve been thinking about something.” Even saying that much made my throat close. I tried again. “It’s something I want. Something I want to see.”

She turned toward me, hazel eyes soft but alert. “Okay. Tell me.”

I hesitated, then forced myself to say it plainly.

“I want to watch you give your anal virginity to another man.”

Her reaction was immediate, shock, confusion, something like disbelief. And I felt the weight of it hit me all at once.

“Scott… I don’t know.” She shifted under the blankets, her breathing uneven. “I’ve never even thought about that. I’ve never done anything like that.”

She was right. Neither of us had ever had anal sex at all. It was a boundary we had simply never crossed.

“It sounds uncomfortable,” she whispered. “And honestly… it scares me.”

I nodded quickly, trying to show her I understood. “I get that. I really do.”

She kept speaking softly, almost like she was afraid of disappointing me. “It just feels… intense. And maybe painful. And I don’t know if it’s something I want.”

I waited, quiet, hopeful, trying not to push.

She turned onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. “I need time,” she whispered. “Just to think.”

I nodded, lying beside her in the dim room, feeling the weight of hope and uncertainty settle over both of us.

 ...

The next afternoon, I found myself in the kitchen with David. He was leaning against the counter, eating an apple like he lived here, like he belonged in every room of my life now. I was still replaying last night in my head, still unsure what Emily would decide. When she walked in, the air changed. David noticed it instantly. I felt it in my chest.

“I’ve thought about what you asked,” she said. I straightened without meaning to. David raised an eyebrow, amused, waiting for the show. Emily’s voice was calm, but there was something underneath it, something sharp, something I couldn’t quite read.

“I’ll do it. I let’s you watch another man fuck my ass, take that virginity from me. But only under my conditions.” David’s eyebrows shot up at this conversation. He hadn’t been expecting this at all.

I nodded quickly. “Anything you want.”

Her tone tightened, just slightly.

“First: I choose the man.”

I hesitated, then nodded.

“Second: you have to be the one to approach him. You have to ask.”

My stomach dropped. I felt the blood drain from my face. David let out a low laugh, delighted.

“Oh, this is going to be good,” he muttered.

 Emily didn’t look at him. She looked only at me.

“Do you agree?”

I swallowed. “Yes. I agree.”

She nodded once, then said the name.

“Mr. Halloway.”

My eyes widened. David stopped chewing.

“Your boss?” I whispered. Not just her boss, David’s as well. The room tilted. My breath caught. She watched me carefully, and I saw something flicker in her expression, a quiet satisfaction, a shadow of last night’s hurt, a reminder that she was still deciding how she felt about all of this.

 “Yes.”

“I’ll… try,” I whispered. Halloway was larger than life. A stern man, hard and uncompromising. I’d only met him at office parties and even then, he’d felt unapproachable. It was obvious that Emily thought I would never actually approach him. She thought the matter was settled.

 

I paced the bedroom, pale and anxious, while Emily watched me from the bed with a calm that made everything worse. We’d made an arrangement for today. Emily had arranged for us to have coffee with her boss. I’d gathered my courage and then let the moment pass, my secret fantasy left unsaid.

 “You failed,” she said quietly. “You said you wanted this, but you couldn’t even ask my boss. You froze.” Her voice wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t sharp. It was steady, which somehow made it hit harder.

"I know. I'm sorry." I answered.

 “Is it still your fantasy?” She pressed.

“It is.” My voice barely a whisper.

“If you want that kind of vulnerability from me,” she continued, “you’re going to experience something just as vulnerable yourself. With David.”

 My breath caught. “I’m not…David?...I can’t do that.”

 “You don’t have to,” Emily said. “But if you don’t, then you’re not just asking me for something you want, you’re asking me for something you don’t even understand. You don’t have to do anything with David. But if you don’t, I won’t fulfil this fantasy.”

...

The garage felt different. Quiet, heavy and hot. The weathered mattress sat in its usual place, the one that had become part of our secret rituals. I approached it with trembling hands. The dim light made everything feel sharper, more real.

I took off my clothes. I knelt on the mattress in a pose I'd seen Emily take many times. 

 David stepped closer. His expression was hard to read. Nervous and amused. Emily watched without looking away. She wanted me to feel the weight of what I’d asked of her so many times, the surrender, the exposure.

David dropped his pants, his underwear. He moved behind me. I heard a lid pop open. Then cold liquid drizzled on to my ass. I gasped.

"Sorry, man." He smeared the lube into me, pushing inside me. I was acutely aware that this was the most intimately any man had ever touched me. The thought didn’t repel me. It just… landed. Heavy. Real.

"You don't have to do this." David told me. I looked over at Emily. Her expression neutral.

"Yes. I do." I answered back. "And maybe...maybe don't talk."

He gripped my hips and pulled me back towards him. I could feel the heat of his hard cock against my skin. He pushed forward. Pushed into me. I gasped, once, sharply, my hand gripping the mattress so hard my knuckles went white. Shock, fear, humiliation… and something else I didn’t expect surged through me.

I didn’t know what my body would do. I’d braced myself for pain, sharp, overwhelming pain. But the first thing I felt wasn’t pain. It was pressure. A slow, spreading pressure that made every muscle in my lower body tighten on instinct. It was strange, not familiar, not comfortable, but not the stabbing sensation I’d been afraid of. The pressure kept building. My stomach tightened. My heartbeat kicked up. There was a moment where everything felt too full, too stretched.

And through all of it, I was acutely aware of Emily watching me. That awareness made everything feel sharper the pressure, the tension, the vulnerability. My face felt hot. My chest felt tight. My whole body felt like it was under a spotlight.

And then something shifted.

A sharp, buzzing feeling under my skin. My muscles were tight, every part of me bracing, waiting, trying to prepare for something unfamiliar. That tension alone made my whole body feel hypersensitive, like every nerve was turned up too high.

Then arousal. Utterly unexpected. Completely beyond my control. My cock swelled as David pushed into me. I tried to pretend it wasn't happening. I swelled more and more. Until my arousal was so intense that it hurt. 

The mattress shifted beside me, even as David kept up a slow pumping rhytym behind me. Emily knelt beside me. She ran her hand through my hair, then her grip tightened and she pulled my head back. She reached under me and grasped my cock. She stroked me as David fucked me.  

My face felt hot. My chest felt tight. My breathing was uneven. 

I didn’t know my body could react like that. One moment I was bracing, tense, trying to manage the pressure and the unfamiliar intrusion. The feeling of Emily hands, gentle on my cock, hard as steel in my hair. The next, something deep inside me was triggered, a point I didn’t even know existed.

It felt like a sudden surge.

A sharp, involuntary contraction low in my abdomen, like my whole pelvis seized at once. My breath punched out of me in a startled gasp. My thighs tightened. My stomach clenched so hard it almost hurt. It wasn’t pleasure. It wasn’t pain. It was a reflex, a deep, internal reflex that took over before I could think. It felt like my body was trying to process too much sensation at once, like a circuit overloaded. My lower back tingled. My chest felt tight. My breath came fast and uneven, almost panicked.

I couldn’t control any of it.

It was overwhelming, not in a pleasurable way, not in a painful way, but in a total loss of control way. My body was doing something without my permission. I knew what was happening before I fully understood it. There was a moment, a shift, a tightening of David’s body behind me and suddenly I realized what it meant. The knowledge hit me harder than any physical sensation.

He’s finishing. Inside me.

It wasn’t the physical detail that overwhelmed me, it was the meaning. I felt claimed in a way I hadn’t prepared for.

I came, hard, into Emily's hand, exploding all over the filthy mattress. My whole body shivered uncontrollably. I lost awareness of everything except my orgasm. And Davids. He finished and let go of my hips. I fell forward on to the mattress, gasping. 

"Do you still want me to do this?" Emily whispered. Her breath in my ear made me shudder. 

"Yes." I could hardly force out the word. 

"The David will ask Mr. Halloway." David froze in the periphery of my vision.

"If he does," her voice took on a note of triumph, or command. Something hard and proud and vulnerable at the same time. "If David finds his balls and asks Mr. Halloway, I will fulfil his most hidden fantasy."

I gasped.

"And it will be for him alone."

 …

Later, I watched Emily in the shower. she let the hot water run over her shoulders. I could tell she was replaying everything, my submission, David’s power, the way the garage felt like something fundamental had shifted. I had crossed a line I never imagined crossing, because she told me to.

David had stepped into a steadier role than either of us expected. I could tell that she was thinking about what she had promised. That she worried about that David really would ask Mr Halloway. And worried about what he would demand of her. 

And, sore as I was, I was excited again.  

My wife and I have been swinging for about 8 years. Usually we find single men or women to join us (friends with benefits), or couples for full swaps when we go to Desire or our local club.

We are on a cruise now, vanilla, which makes it even naughtier. Wife made me wear my hat from Desire with the upside down pineapples and she has worn her anklet most of the time. It's been fun getting reactions from other people who are curious about it. A few have been flirting with us, but right now one particular man caught my wife's eye after a night of karaoke.

She actually wrote her number on a napkin and dropped it in his lap on our way out the door. He responded... completely chill with her being married (we find many flake at that point)... Not so comfortable with another guy being around. No worries on my part....this is her first solo adventure in a long time. I picked out her lingerie and told her to get as many pics and video as she could, then left her in our cabin to finish getting ready. She was texting him our cabin number as she laid naked in the bed before showering.

I'm here by the pool, eager with anticipation for the reclaimation. Can't wait to hear the new stories. She's promised to ride my face while she recounts everything to me.

First off, sorry for ghosting you all, and deleting my posts. I won’t recap them, for those who know, you know, for those who missed it, sorry. I also promise upfront this is just a conclusion and not the slow burn you know me for.

Things with him and I were going well, like really well. And I guess I just got too comfortable with it and let my guard down.

The inevitable parents finding out occurred, and that put an end to it.

Essentially I was horny, some dirty texts as I looked at him across the road through our windows turned to photos, which turned to more. I told him to hop on a zoom call with me, which was a first for both of us.

The call connected, using my chrome book, and I positioned it on my bed so he could watch me enjoy myself while looking at him.

So yeah, I was naked, laying on bed, using my favorite vibrator, him getting the view of his life as you can imagine, he was happily jerking off for me. My door opened, my Mom took all of seconds to absorb what she was seeing, in far less time than I could cover up or hide. The door closed and that was that for the night.

Talk about an uncomfortable talk with my parents the next day. Had to spill the beans, but hid as much as I could. They know that we’ve been inappropriately sexual with each other, but I’ve denied till I’m blue in the face about anything beyond that. Whether they believe me or not, but that’s not for me to care about.

He’s been told to stay away from me, and our sailing dates are dead in the water (no pun intended).

Obviously that night I cleared all the evidence here, and I’ll clear this soon also. But wanted to give you the wrap up. This happened weeks ago, and I fled here to try cover my tracks. Hence why I’ll get rid of this too in a day or so, lest it be discovered. Not that I think it will, but trying to be safe.

Again, sorry for ghosting people, especially those who I got to know more deeply.

I waited down by the pool for my wife to finish her "date" with the guy who caught her attention.

I text her to let me know when he gets there, but message glitching on the ship meant he was there before my wife got the text.

About an hour later...she said to meet at 2:00, he was there at 2:01. She was wearing a light blue tube-style dress that was basically supposed to be a swimsuit cover up and a lacy purple thong from Thistle and Spire. He knocks, she opens the door, and in almost record time they started devouring her.

She asked if he had condoms, he replied that he was there on a vacation with family and didn't expect any chance of any action. He was impressed we came prepared.

She told him he was wearing too many clothes, he said she was as well...they started making out hard and ripping off clothing, stumbling backwards into the cabin and falling on the bed

Still getting details. She apologizes for not getting any pictures this time...just too frantic. He hasn't had sex with anyone since his breakup last July....so months of pent up frustration got released.

First, she got on her hands and knees on the bed and he took her from behind. His cock is a really good size for her, just a bit thicker and longer than mine so she loved feeling different areas get hit. When she takes a large cock, her pussy responds by getting swollen and feeling even tighter and more slick...win win win for all three of us.

She tried to ride him, but the angle wasn't super comfortable, so he got on top to finish...he placed his hand on her neck and forced her to keep eye contact while he pounded her relentlessly, calling her a good girl for taking his cock.

I'll update more, she and I have had two rounds of reclamation and she wants a third.

Hi everyone,

My name is Ava. I'm 19, I'm French, and I'm currently studying fashion design.

I'm in a relationship with Hugo, who's 30. We met at a private party a little less than a year ago. He came over and started flirting with me and… we instantly clicked haha.

Things moved pretty quickly between us. There was this natural connection, something that felt both effortless and intense at the same time. He's a partner in his father's insurance company. He earns a very good living, which is definitely a big plus, and owns some pretty nice properties. So last February, I decided to move out of my parents' house and move in with him.

Things are going really well between us. He's caring, confident, athletic, handsome, and very generous when it comes to gifts haha… I'm not with him just for that, of course, but I'm certainly not going to complain about being spoiled hehe.

He also has this reassuring yet dominant side to him that I was immediately drawn to. We have a really strong connection, including when it comes to our intimate life.

I'd had several experiences before meeting him, and I'd lived a pretty free-spirited life that allowed me to explore different sides of myself. But with Hugo, there's something different… He's just as playful and adventurous as I am, sometimes even more, and he loves gently pushing me out of my comfort zone.

And that's exactly what brings me to this story.

It all started last June, at his place.

That morning, the day began slowly, bathed in beautiful summer sunlight. We were having breakfast on the terrace, still wrapped in the softness of the warm morning air.

My sweetheart had made us one of his specialties: bacon and avocado toast, drizzled with a silky balsamic glaze and delicately sprinkled with vanilla shavings… an unexpected combination, but absolutely delicious 😋.

After enjoying our breakfast, we casually started talking about our plans for the day.

I told him I wanted to go and buy a little summer dress I'd spotted in a shop window downtown a few days earlier. A light, white dress covered in tiny daisies… exactly the kind of thing that's perfect for this time of year.

The shop was about a thirty-minute bike ride from our house, so we decided to go together and make the most of the sunshine and lovely summer atmosphere.

Once we got there, I immediately found the dress.
It was even prettier than I remembered: short, light, and flowing, with this sweet, almost innocent look that contrasted beautifully with its cut.

Without wasting any time, I slipped into a fitting room to try it on while my boyfriend settled into an armchair just outside.

When I came out, I gave him a little twirl, smiling.

— So? What do you think?

He looked me up and down, a faint smile playing on his lips.

— It looks really good on you… It's super cute.

I glanced at the price tag… and got a little surprise: over €150. A bit more than I'd planned to spend.

I was just about to head back into the fitting room to take it off when my boyfriend quietly slipped inside with me.

He stepped closer, gently resting his hands on my waist. Our eyes met in the mirror… and I immediately recognized that look.

— If you really like it… I'll buy it for you.

I smiled, intrigued.

— Oh really? And what's the catch?

He leaned a little closer, still wearing that mischievous smile.

— You keep it on… right now. And with absolutely nothing underneath.

I let out a little laugh, slightly taken aback.

— But it's so short… and we have to cycle all the way home…

— Exactly, he replied softly. That's the whole point. It's up to you to decide how badly you want it…

I have to admit, his suggestion instantly sent a shiver through me.

There was something incredibly exciting about the idea… a mixture of daring, temptation, and freedom, with just a hint of something forbidden.
Without thinking too much about it, I gave in.

I discreetly slipped off what I was wearing underneath the dress, my heart beating a little faster.

We went to the checkout, the sales assistant removed the tag, and a few moments later, we were outside.

And that's when… I immediately felt the difference.

Even the slightest breeze suddenly felt so much more noticeable. The delicate lightness of the fabric took on a whole new meaning. I could feel my heartbeat quickening.

We got on our bikes and started heading home.
My boyfriend decided to take the route along the riverfront… and, of course, it was absolutely packed with people.

It didn't take long before I started noticing the looks.

Some were discreet, others much more obvious.

The wind kept playing with the fabric of my dress, making every little movement… unpredictable.

I pretended not to notice anything, keeping a perfectly natural, almost innocent expression.

But inside, it was a completely different story.

A spreading warmth, a growing sense of excitement that was becoming harder and harder to ignore.

The thought that complete strangers might notice something, or perhaps just imagine what was going on… made every passing second feel even more intense.

When we finally got home, all that tension suddenly melted away.
We both burst out laughing, still a little breathless and buzzing from what we'd just experienced.

My boyfriend started telling me everything he'd noticed during the ride… the curious glances, the people turning their heads to look.

I could tell the whole experience had made quite an impression on him.
He gently took my hand, and I immediately felt his erection through the denim of his jeans.

I looked at him with an amused smile… and without either of us needing to say a word, we moved closer together.

As for what happened next… I'll leave that to your imagination. 😉

So my boyfriend and I went to Prague for a long weekend and we'd been talking about trying something with another girl for like a year but were both too nervous to actually pull the trigger. Then we found this place that does erotic couples massages and after two drinks at the bar across the street we just... booked it lol

We get there and two girls take us to this room with a huge tub and wash us both down and I'm already feeling things because watching another girl's hands sliding across his chest and his shoulders while he stood there dripping wet made my stomach flip. Not jealous exactly just very AWARE of him?? Like I was seeing him through someone else's hands and it made me want him more which was confusing and hot at the same time

They moved us to this wide padded table, both on our backs next to each other, and started rubbing us down. My girl was working my shoulders and my stomach and getting lower real slow and I keep turning my head to watch what's happening on his side. The girl on him was rubbing his inner thighs and I could see his cock getting hard under the towel and my pussy literally throbbed watching it happen in real time

When my girl started rubbing my nipples in these soft circles I let out this whimper that I didn't even mean to make and he turned to look at me and we just... locked eyes while we were both being touched by strangers and I swear that was the hottest part of the whole thing. Just looking at each other's faces while it was happening, watching each other react, I can't even explain it without sounding dramatic lol

She worked her way down and started rubbing my clit with these slow soft wet circles and I came embarrassingly fast. Like maybe three minutes and I was gripping the edge of the table arching my back cumming so hard my thighs were shaking and he was watching me the entire time with his mouth open

After I came I rolled onto my side to watch him and the second girl came over to help. Two girls stroking his cock at the same time, one using both hands on his shaft while the other rubbed the head with her thumb and played with his balls and the visual of four hands on him was INSANE?? I crawled over and started kissing him and he was moaning into my mouth and I reached down and started licking his nipple while watching them work him and when he came it shot up so hard some of it hit my cheek and the rest went all over his stomach and I almost came again just from the sound he made

We laid there for maybe five minutes not saying anything and then he turned to me and goes "so are we telling people about this or" and I started laughing so hard I snorted lmaoo

We looked up three more places before we even left that night. Went to another one two days later... I'll post about that one if anyone wants to hear it :)

This is a continuation from my first story with Alexis. Here is the link if you are curious and want to catch up.

https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/s/iltE6CDoio

After our first hookup, Alexis and I were pretty flirtatious around the group and must have been annoying with our constant inside jokes and stares. The program gave us a Thursday and Friday off which allowed a group of us to rent a car to visit Bilbao, Spain. The car was tiny, and it had clearly been designed for four people. Five people was really stretching it. The group let Alexis and me sit in back with Tom while Elise took the front seat. Ralph ended up driving since he was the only one to know how to drive stick. We left Madrid early since it would be a 4 hour drive.

My left thigh was flushed up against Alexis’. She’d worn denim shorts that rode high on her legs. I tried to listen the conversations going on, but the heat of her bare arm and thigh against mine made concentration impossible. Soon everyone was dozing off and only Ralph remained fully awake at the wheel. Alexis shifted subtly beside me, her hand drifting to my lap. Her fingers closed around my hardening cock. She leaned close. “You’re getting hard,” she whispered. Her thigh pressed more firmly against mine as her hand began a slow, deliberate stroke over my shorts. I let my own hand drift to the seam of her denim shorts, tracing the shape beneath the fabric. I kept my touch light, almost casual. The car swayed into a curve and I let the motion press my palm more fully against her. She shifted her hips, a slow grind against my hand while her head stayed tilted innocently against my shoulder.

We played with each other like this for what seemed like hours until Ralph announced he was going to pull off to get food and petrol. I pulled my hand away from Alexis’s shorts as casually as possible, resting it on my own thigh. Alexis straightened beside me, her hand sliding from my groin to my knee in one fluid motion. “I could use a bathroom break,” she said, her tone perfectly normal, as if she hadn’t just been fondling me for the past hour.

The rest stop was huge as it was made for both buses and cars. There were several pumps and a large indoor area for food and convenience store items. It sat isolated along the highway, bordered by a thicket of trees and overgrown shrubs that offered some privacy from the road. I adjusted myself discreetly as everyone began to unbuckle their seatbelts. As the others unbuckled, Ralph, Tom, and Elise headed for the café. I mumbled something about needing coins for the toilet. Alexis gave a devilish smile, knowing what I was doing and pointed to a secluded spot behind a wall and trees. Alexis grabbed my hand and pulled me around the side of the building where a row of tall shrubs shielded us from view.

“Here,” she whispered, pulling me into the gap between the shrubs and the wall. The concrete scraped my back as she pressed me against it. Her hands went straight to my shorts.

“Are you crazy?” I was sweating bullets, as anyone could find us, but was too horny to think straight. She dropped to her knees on the gravel, eyes holding mine as she took me into her mouth. I braced against the wall, fighting not to thrust.

“You taste so good,” she murmured, pulling back just enough to speak before engulfing me again. I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her rhythm as she bobbed her head. I couldn’t form as she took me deeper. Her tongue swirled around the head before she sank down again, taking me to the back of her throat. My fingers tightened in her hair, pulling slightly as pleasure built at the base of my cock.

“I’m close,” I managed to whisper.

Alexis released me from her mouth, her hand still working my shaft. “Not yet,” she said, standing up and turning around. She bent forward slightly, presenting her ass to me. “I want you inside me.” She pulled her shorts and panties down just enough to expose herself, her pussy glistening with arousal.

“Babe, I don’t have a condom.”

Alexis looked back over her shoulder, with a little disappointment and hesitation. “Well don’t cum in me,” she whispered. The risk should have made me hesitate, but yet again I was dumb and horny and my cock throbbed painfully at the sight of her bent over, exposed. I gripped her hips, positioning myself at her entrance. She was already slick, as I pressed forward.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I slid inside her, the tightness of her pussy felt amazing after all that teasing in the car. Alexis pushed back against me, taking me deeper. I thrust forward, burying myself into her as she let out a muffled moan. I set a rhythm, pulling back until just the tip remained inside her before driving forward again. Each thrust pushed her against the wall.

“Harder,” Alexis whispered, her voice strained as she pushed back against me. “I want to feel you tomorrow.” I gripped her hips tighter. I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back, one hand sliding around to find her clit. “Fuck,” she gasped as my fingers circled. I could feel her tightening around me. Alexis clenched around me, her pussy gripping my shaft as she came.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” I groaned, burying my face in her neck to muffle the sound as I struggled to pull out my cock. My cock flung out of her pussy. It was then I shot hot streams of cum against her bare ass and back. Thick ropes of cum landed on her skin, my cock pulsing between her ass cheeks as I emptied myself.

Alexis glanced back at me, with a satisfied smile. I reached for her shorts, still bunched around her thighs, and pulled them up carefully, trying not to smudge the mess I’d made.

“We should clean up before heading back,” I whispered, tucking myself back into my shorts.

Alexis straightened, turning to face me with her hair half out of its ponytail and a faint red mark from the wall on her shoulder. “Got any tissues?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. I patted my pockets and came up with nothing but a crumpled receipt. “Shit, no. Let me check the car.” I jogged back to where Ralph had parked and found the door unlocked. In the glove compartment were some individually wrapped body wipes Elise had brought for the beach. We used them quickly, wiping away the evidence from her skin and my hands before heading toward the café to meet the others.

This is a story from way back in 1998 about a woman named Heather with whom I was fortunate enough to hook up with that year.

To know how I came to meet Heather, you have to first know about Mark. Mark was the younger cousin of a good college friend of mine. My buddy was a couple of years older than me; his cousin was 18. I actually became pretty good friends with Mark despite his being in high school and my being in college. In many ways, Mark was more mature than his older cousin in fact. Mark did very well for himself in high school with the ladies. A lot better than I did when I was his age for sure. I treated Mark as my peer and we had enough candid conversations for him to know that I loved eating pussy (even though, unbeknownst to Mark, I had only performed cunnilingus once up to that point). He also knew that I preferred hairy pussies and I wasn't intimidated by a little vaginal odor. As I said, Mark was a mature guy, and he didn't judge me for my preferences and allowances. I was very lucky to have had women blow me and, more often, jerk me off as well as having fingered their vaginas, but by this time I was still a virgin. Mark did know that I was a 21-year-old virgin, but, again, he wasn't the kind of person to judge.

Anyhow, Mark had recently gotten lucky with a girl, Heather, from a neighboring high school. She was 6'2'' and fucked him the first time they went out. He liked her, but he wasn't exclusive with her and he was also willing to share. According to Mark, she was a great lay but what she really liked was getting eaten out. Mark also relayed that she had a pretty big bush, however, he also noted that she also had a fairly smelly vagina. Knowing my interest in cunnilingus and hairy pussies coupled with the fact that I wouldn't shy away from vaginal odor, Mark asked if I'd like to take Heather out. I said I would, but only if she's 18. As luck would have it, Heather had already turned 18 - recently - but she was 18 years old. So Mark laid the groundwork with Heather, and sure enough Heather was game to meet this college guy who was interested in eating more pussy.

I called her up, and we hit it off well enough on the phone to earn me a date. I took her to a bistro at our local mall. Heather did not talk all that much when I met her but she expressed her interest non-verbally. For example, after I parked the car, she put her hand in mine and we walked hand-in-hand to the restaurant. Mark's description of her was accurate. This 18 year old high school girl was a full 6 feet 2 inches tall! She had very light blond hair, almost platinum and at least C-cup breasts with a nice, curvy ass in perfect proportion. I learned she was of Norwegian ancestry on our date, and, boy, did she look it with that athletic build, light skin, and soooo blond it was almost white hair. Though this term did not exist in 1998, with her tall, robust build and juicy, round ass she was a definite PAWG - a Phat Ass White Girl. In fact, 'white' was an understatement. Heather was practically albino with her pale complexion and platinum hair. The interesting thing was she had very young looking facial features. She certainly didn't look 18 in the face.

After a pleasurable meal, we drove to the beach. The beach was closed and I drove down a 'Do Not Enter' road to park beside the sand, but I had done this before to no detriment. We start hooking up and it's not too long before I suggest we go into the back seat of my car. Heather agrees. Once in the back seat I take off Heather's dress, and start removing my own shirt and pants. Heather gladly assists. I remove her bra and am blessed to find large but very perky 18 year old breasts with the prettiest bubblegum pink nipples erect and waiting to be sucked. I do that and start massaging her vagina over her panties. Soon I removed her panties, and what a sight to behold! Her triangular bush was as light blonde as her head hair and akin to a lion's mane. Her labia minora were as intimidating as the mouth of a lion but in a beautiful, almost challenging way. They were a delicious-looking, pink and just so strong. They jutted out from her middle in two thick semi-circles. They were never in a state of rest, always standing at attention, her vaginal opening always exposed like an unblinking eye.

Of course, the main event is here! I start kissing her inner thighs, and Heather moans in anticipation of what Mark described I have such a good (self-proclaimed) reputation for doing. I still had my briefs on, but as I kissed her thighs, Heather reached inside and took out my erect penis. I went the rest of the way, flinging off my underwear so now we were both completely naked in my car parked illegally at the beach. I begin licking Heather's vagina, and I swear it felt like I was eating three pussies at once! Her left labia minora was such a strong, pronounced flap it was an entity of its own. Her right labia minora was structured exactly the same. And, yes, as you might have guessed, Heather also had a big 'ol clit and ample hood. I divided my task (if you could call it such) accordingly into those three sectors. I started with her right labia, licking every square inch of it and then folding it inward as much as this tough flap would allow to lick the area between her labia minora and labia majora. There were ample white pussy curds therein and I devoured every one of them. I did the same with her left labia. I flicked her clitorus as rapidly as my humble tongue would allow and managed to separate the cloaking hood to lick every possible millimeter of Heather's heavenly rosebud.

Right as I took Heather's underwear off, I got a waft of that telltale pussy stink Mark had warned me about. Yes, it was a smelly pussy, but it wasn't feces or urine or some other unhygienic element. It was just strong, musky pussy. I had experienced it before. As a matter of fact, my earlier generous woman who let me go down on her had a stinky pussy, but I had to admit, Heather's was decidedly smellier. Instead of getting turned off, I was actually aroused by it. It just made her vagina seem more like a 'real woman's vagina,' and proof that I wasn't messing around with any underage girl.

So back to the pussy-eating. After about ten minutes, Heather switched into 69 position. So this is my second time licking a pussy but my first time 69-ing! It wasn't easy because of Heather's amazing height, but we accomplish it, and my head is on the rear seat behind the front passenger and Heather's ample ass and pussy is hovered over my face. Heather's head is facing the left window, her hands are rubbing my legs and knees as she bobs her mouth up and down my shaft. I spread Heather's ass cheeks and am treated to her hairy, upside down vagina in my face. Her vaginal opening is intensely flared; I am literally looking inside her! My car was a sea of pussy funk, but I loved every whiff of it. I'm licking her pussy hole with my nose practically inside her anus. I'm enjoying sucking on her clit while she lovingly sucks my cock. Basically, I'm in oral heaven with a legal high school student. So heavenly is the experience, that I resolve when I get back to college, I'm going to make a concerted effort to try to go down on every woman who hooks up with me and hopefully transition into 69 like I was now doing with Heather.

Now beyond this being my very first experience 69-ing, I described our positioning in such detail for an additional reason. If anyone were to catch us, from the left they'd see my dick being sucked by an 18 year old gal who looks much younger than that. From the right, they'd see Heather's 'phat' ass, upside down hairy, thick-lipped womanly vagina, my tongue lapping away at it, and my nose pressed against her asshole. As it happened, I started to feel like I was going to orgasm from Heather's blow job, so I took a slight break from my licking to let out a rather long moan followed by, "I think I'm about ready to cum." A second after I uttered this, a flashlight shines into the back seat and maybe two seconds after that it's used to rap against the window glass. Yep, two bicycle cops just got a clear view right up inside of Heather's love chute!

To this day I don't know if I was lucky or unlucky. On the one hand, the police interruption had come within no less than five seconds from that point that I was going to ejaculate! So I didn't get to orgasm that night and it would have been an absolutely intense one! But I did manage to put my underwear over my penis while Heather quickly covered her naked self with her dress. As much as I wanted to cum that night I was spared the embarrassment of these cops seeing my penis twitching uncontrollably spurting semen all over my thighs and upholstery!

We opened the door and now these two bike cops were undoubtedly treated to the same pussy musk I had been enjoying for the last 40 minutes or so. However, these guys weren't the ones getting their dicks sucked, so they likely didn't have as appreciative an attitude toward being punched in the face with vaginal odor. To them, it was probably just 'stinky pussy.' I have to think that we got really lucky they came to the right side where Heather's womanly ass and pussy were exposed, because one of the cops said, "Listen, we're not going to take you in; we know nothing underage is going on here. But the beach is closed and this is indecent exposure. You guys need to get a room." Had they seen her baby face bobbing over my 21-year-old ready-to-spurt dick, I don't think the officer(s) would have come to the same conclusion.

Heather offered to let me come back to her house to play pool in her basement. Whether we were really going to play pool or continue our hook-up, I didn't think it wise. If her parents were home and awake, I didn't want them seeing (or smelling) my face with their daughter's pussy juice all over it. So I told her I'd call her to set up another date, and drove her home. I gave her a taste of her delicious, musky vagina when I kissed her goodnight. She did not seem to wince or get turned off in the least.

We took the wine into the lounge.

You noticed the restraints immediately: the leather cuffs attached to the armchair, the spreader bar waiting on the floor beside it.

We were both already naked, had been since we'd stumbled through the door shedding clothes in a trail from the entrance. I was half-hard and getting harder, and I didn't try to hide it.

I wanted you to see what you did to me.

Your eyes moved from the restraints to the chair, then to me. I watched your throat work as you swallowed.

"Oh."

I set my glass down.

"What happened to all the clever commentary?"

"I'm thinking."

Your gaze dropped briefly.

"About how Professor seems more than ready for this evening."

"That's new."

"Fuck you, Professor."

"There you are."

Your eyes returned to the chair.

"Interested?"

You studied the restraints properly this time: wrists, ankles, the spreader bar.

"Yes."

"Certain?"

"Yes."

No hesitation.

I nodded towards the armchair.

"Sit."

You did.

Dinner had been spontaneous. Spaghetti, ridiculous excuses, stolen glances and increasingly deliberate accidents.

This was different.

This had a purpose.

I crouched in front of you, resting my hands on your knees.

"If you want me to stop, I stop. If anything's uncomfortable, you tell me. If you change your mind, you tell me."

"I know."

"I want to hear you say it."

Your expression softened.

"I'll tell you."

"Good girl."

There.

That tiny change in your breathing.

I noticed.

Of course I noticed.

"Ready?"

You looked at the restraints, then at me.

"Yes, Professor."

I held your gaze.

"Taylah."

You went still.

Not dramatically.

But enough.

For the first time, I'd used your name as part of the experiment.

Until then, you had been Student whenever we played the game. Professor and Student gave us a little distance from ourselves, a convenient fiction wrapped around everything we were exploring.

Taylah was different.

Taylah was you.

"Still yes?"

A moment passed.

Then you smiled and reached for me.

"Still yes, Daniel."

That caught me.

Of course you'd understood exactly what I'd done.

If I was going to step outside Professor and Student long enough to ask Taylah, then Taylah was going to make John hear the answer.

Not Professor.

Me.

"Good."

I picked up the first restraint.

"Then here's the experiment."

Your attention sharpened.

"Four edges."

Your eyebrows rose.

"Four?"

"Four times I'm going to take you close. Your job is to tell me when you're there. My job is to stop before you go over."

I leaned closer.

"I'm going to learn you, Taylah. What makes you climb fastest. What makes you lose concentration. What makes you stop being clever."

"Good luck with that."

I smiled.

"And every time I find it, I'm going to stop."

That silenced you.

Briefly.

"And after four?"

"After four, the control phase is over."

You watched me.

"And then?"

"Then we find out what happens when I stop making you wait."

The teasing disappeared from your face.

For perhaps three seconds.

"And if Professor gets it wrong?"

"Professor learns something."

"No punishment?"

"No."

"No disappointed lecture?"

"No."

"Terrible research methodology?"

"Almost certainly."

You laughed, but there was less certainty in it now.

I secured your wrists first, checking each cuff before moving to your ankles. The spreader bar came last.

When I finished, you were open to me but not passive.

There was a difference.

"Comfortable?"

"Yes."

"Anything pinching?"

"No."

I checked anyway.

"Four edges," you said.

"Four."

"And then I get my reward?"

"If you still want it."

The look you gave me was pure challenge.

"Oh, I'll want it."

"Confident."

"Very."

I settled between your legs.

"Let's see how confident you are after four."

That quietened you.

Much better.

The first edge surprised you.

You started out talking.

Of course you did.

Still teasing. Still convinced you could study me while I studied you.

"Where are you?"

"Five."

A little later:

"Six."

Then your breathing changed.

The jokes stopped coming quite so easily.

Your fingers curled against the restraints.

"Professor."

There was less humour in it now.

"Yes?"

"Close."

I stopped.

Immediately.

Your eyes snapped to mine.

Wild.

Frustrated.

Beautiful.

"That's one."

"That was cruel."

"That was the experiment."

"I preferred dinner."

"No, you didn't."

A reluctant smile appeared.

"No."

I stayed close without touching you, watching your breathing slowly settle.

"Ready for two?"

Your thighs tried instinctively to close and discovered again that they couldn't.

You looked at me.

"Yes."

"Student?"

"Yes, Professor."

The second was harder because now you knew.

Anticipation had become part of it.

So had frustration.

I knew more about you too.

I knew waiting bothered you more than intensity did. I knew your fingers betrayed you. I knew you became quieter as concentration took over.

And I knew that when I withdrew at precisely the wrong moment, you tested the restraints without even realising you'd done it.

So I used that.

You glared at me.

"You're an arsehole."

"Still enjoying yourself?"

"Unfortunately."

I laughed.

"Come here."

I waited.

Your eyes narrowed.

"Professor."

"Better."

"Come here, Professor."

I did.

Your expression changed almost immediately.

"Oh."

"What?"

"You did what I told you."

"Yes."

"But I'm the one tied up."

"Excellent observational skills."

You tested the restraints again.

"I can still tell you what I want."

"Of course you can."

That made you pause.

Then smile.

"Harder."

I obeyed.

"Interesting."

"Don't steal my line."

"I'm observing."

"Student."

"Professor."

For a little while longer, you were still winning the argument.

Then your breathing became sharp and uneven.

Your fingers tightened.

The smile disappeared.

"Close."

I watched you.

"Really close."

I stopped.

Your head fell back against the chair.

"Two."

"Bastard."

"Two."

"I heard you."

I smiled.

"Halfway."

You opened your eyes.

"Don't sound so pleased with yourself."

I was enormously pleased with myself.

By the third, something had changed.

You'd stopped treating communication as something I had to extract from you.

You simply told me what you needed.

"Slower."

I adjusted.

"Stay."

I stayed.

"Again."

I listened.

The restraints hadn't made your voice less important.

They'd made it more important.

That might have been my favourite discovery.

You looked down at me.

"You like watching me."

"Yes."

"You like me restrained."

"Yes."

The speed of the answer surprised you.

"Why?"

"Because you chose it."

You went quiet.

"And because you're becoming bossier by the minute."

Your smile returned.

"Maybe I like telling Professor what I want."

"Apparently."

"And maybe Professor likes being told."

"You've become very confident for somebody approaching number three."

"Maybe I'm studying you."

"Dangerous habit."

"You started it."

Fair.

Then your expression changed.

"Daniel."

Not Professor.

Daniel.

I stopped immediately.

Your eyes closed.

"Talk to me."

"Too close."

"Do you want out?"

"No."

"Continue?"

"Yes."

"Now?"

You shook your head.

"No."

"Good."

I waited.

Only when your breathing began to settle did your eyes open again.

"That's three?"

"That's three."

You exhaled.

"Fuck."

"One left."

"I know."

There was no bravado in that answer.

The fourth was different.

Now we both knew what stopping meant.

You knew exactly what waiting would feel like.

And I knew enough about you that I wanted to see whether I could recognise the edge before you announced it.

I moved close.

No jokes this time.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

"Taylah."

Your eyes met mine.

"Yes, Daniel."

That was all I needed.

I took my time.

The fourth climb was slower than the others, deliberately so. I varied what I was doing and watched what each change did to you.

A gasp was not the same as a moan.

A clenched hand wasn't the same as fingers merely curling.

And the closer you came, the less Taylah the comedian had to say about any of it.

You became quiet.

Then quieter.

Your fingers tightened.

Your breathing changed.

You hadn't told me yet.

I waited.

Another moment.

Your stomach tightened.

Your thighs went rigid against the restraints.

I stopped.

Your eyes opened immediately.

For several seconds neither of us spoke.

Then:

"How did you know?"

"You stopped making jokes."

"Fuck you."

I laughed.

"There she is."

You laughed too, breathlessly.

"Four?"

"Four."

Then you remembered.

"So..."

"So the control phase is finished."

You watched me carefully.

"No more stopping?"

I smiled.

"Good girl. That was the right response."

I kissed your inner thigh.

"This time I'm not stopping."

You stared at me.

And I watched understanding replace uncertainty.

Four times you'd trusted me to stop.

Now the experiment changed.

No more measuring how close you could get.

No more waiting for the inevitable withdrawal.

No more trying to hover there while remembering numbers and rules and Professor and Student.

This time, when the pressure finally broke, I stayed with you.

Your composure went first.

The tension of four interrupted climbs seemed to release at once. Your back arched against the chair, your whole body tightening as the first orgasm tore a cry from you.

And I kept going.

Your eyes opened.

"Daniel..."

"Count for me, Taylah."

Disbelief.

Then another wave interrupted whatever you'd been about to say.

"One..."

Barely audible.

"Good girl."

You laughed.

One short, breathless sound.

Then the laughter vanished.

"Two..."

By the third, saying the number had become part of the experiment: your increasingly desperate attempt to preserve some structure while everything else became less orderly.

"Three..."

You found my eyes afterward.

The look in yours had changed completely.

Four edges had taught me how to recognise the approach.

Now we were discovering what happened when I stopped pulling you away from it.

"Four..."

Then five.

Six took longer.

I felt you trying to recover, trying to gather yourself, and then losing the attempt when the next one overtook you.

"Five... six... fuck!"

Seven surprised you.

"Seven..."

You were still trying.

That fascinated me.

Somewhere around eight, you started laughing again.

"This is ridiculous..."

"Eight?"

"I think..."

"Excellent scientific rigour."

"Fuck you..."

Then another orgasm stole the rest of the sentence.

"Nine..."

After that, the numbers became less reliable.

Ten.

A pause.

Eleven.

You closed your eyes and frowned as though remembering the next integer had suddenly become advanced mathematics.

"Twelve..."

"Certain?"

"No?"

I laughed.

"You've lost count."

Your eyes opened.

Glazed.

Furious.

Delighted.

"Fuck you, Daniel."

"There she is."

You tried to laugh.

Couldn't.

Another contraction ran through you and the attempt disappeared into a broken sound.

By then, counting had become almost useless.

You'd recover enough to remember I'd asked, try to reconstruct where we'd reached, then lose the calculation again.

"Twelve?"

"You already said twelve."

"Thirteen?"

"Possibly."

"This is terrible research."

"Impeccable research."

You tried to laugh again.

This time your body interrupted you completely.

Your stomach tightened hard, every muscle seeming to contract at once. Your back arched against the chair. Your thighs strained uselessly against the bar.

For the first time that evening, you stopped trying to count.

Stopped trying to make a joke.

Stopped trying to say anything at all.

Then the final orgasm hit.

Your entire body convulsed.

And something changed.

You squirted.

The first pulse surprised both of us.

Then another followed it, your body answering in rhythmic contractions while I stayed with you through the aftershocks.

I eased rather than stopped, letting intensity become something gentler while the tremors slowly worked their way out of you.

Eventually you collapsed back into the chair.

Completely spent.

Your chest rose and fell in deep, uneven breaths. Your stomach still twitched occasionally with small involuntary aftershocks.

I stopped.

Actually stopped.

No more experiment.

No more Professor.

"Taylah?"

It took a moment.

Then your eyes opened.

"I'm good."

"Enough?"

You breathed.

Considered it.

Then nodded.

"Enough."

Everything stopped.

Immediately.

I stayed in front of you and gave you time.

Eventually you looked at me.

"How many?"

"I thought you were counting."

A tired laugh.

"I lost count."

"Somewhere around thirteen."

"Thirteen?"

"Approximately."

"Very scientific."

"Impeccable methodology."

You laughed again.

I started releasing you.

Ankles first.

Then wrists.

When your hands were free, I stayed exactly where I was.

I wanted to see what you'd do with them.

You flexed your fingers experimentally.

Looked at me.

Then reached behind my neck and pulled me into a kiss.

Hard.

Immediate.

Entirely your choice.

When you finally released me, you were smiling.

"I've been waiting to do that."

"I noticed."

You settled back into the chair.

"Professor?"

"Yes?"

"What did we learn?"

I took your hand.

"I thought putting you in that chair would teach me how much control you'd give me."

You waited.

"It actually taught me how much you keep."

Your expression changed.

"And?"

"That being restrained didn't make you passive. You became more demanding. More precise. When you wanted something different, you told me. When you needed me to stop, you told me. When you wanted to continue, you told me that too."

You were quiet for a moment.

Then:

"What did you learn about yourself?"

I sighed.

Your smile returned.

"Come on, Professor. Proper research requires honest results."

Four days.

You'd known me four days and were already using my own experiment against me.

"I learned that I like being trusted with control."

You waited.

Of course you did.

"And?"

I looked at you.

"And I like that you don't disappear when you give it to me."

Something softened in your expression.

Then that familiar smile slowly returned.

"Interesting."

I stared at you.

You laughed.

When you stood, your legs weren't entirely convinced by the idea. I caught you around the waist and you leaned into me, still warm and trembling.

For a few seconds we simply stood there.

Then:

"Daniel?"

"Yes?"

"I think the Student should design the next experiment."

I looked at you.

"Should I be worried?"

You looked down.

Somehow, despite everything else that had happened, you were still wearing those ridiculous socks.

You looked back up at me.

"Probably."