ログインI sat quietly as Reynold started talking business with the guys. The conversation quickly turned serious — numbers, percentages, contract terms, and deal structures. I tried my best to follow along, but most of it flew straight over my head. I just sat there politely, nodding occasionally, feeling more like a sexy decoration than an actual participant in the meeting.As the plates were cleared away and the business talk continued, I suddenly felt two warm hands brushing against my thighs under the table. I glanced down, my breath catching sharply. The two men sitting immediately on either side of me had grown bold. Their palms were slowly stroking my soft, bare skin.**********My body was already aching with horniness from my gym session earlier, the thick plug still stretching my ass, my tiny outfit, and the constant exposure of my panties and ass. Their touches sent electric sparks racing through me. I was getting wetter by the second, but the two guys seemed a little shy at first,
I looked at Reynold and saw that familiar smile on his face. My stomach flipped. I knew immediately that this wasn’t a request, it was an order. My heart started racing as I slid toward John without hesitation.I lowered myself onto John’s lap, feeling the heat of his body through his trousers. I quickly moved my legs under the table, trying to get to my seat as fast as possible. John was so stunned he didn’t even react before I was already lifting off him.Pete, however, was ready. As I moved past John, Pete reached out and grabbed my waist firmly with both hands. He lifted me onto his lap, positioned me right on top of him, and slowly moved me up and down, grinding me against his growing bulge. A sharp jolt of shock and unwanted arousal shot through me. 'Oh my god… he’s actually doing this right here.' My face burned with embarrassment, but I stayed quiet and let him use me for those few seconds before he finally let me slide into my seat.Every guy at the table stared at me, wai
Next, I wrapped the tiny skirt around my waist and reached back to zip it up. It was incredibly tight. I had to wiggle my hips several times, shimmying until I managed to get the zip all the way up. The hem sat dangerously high. Finally, only the shoes, panties, and plug remained.I picked up the plug, glanced around to make sure no one else was in the area, and began sucking and licking it thoroughly to get it wet. Once it was slick, I spat several times into my hand and rubbed the saliva around and inside my tight hole. Slowly, I pressed the hard rubber against my ass. I let out a soft moan as it popped inside, stretching me as I carefully pushed the whole thing deeper. When it was fully seated, I wiggled my ass gently from side to side, adjusting to the full feeling until it felt more comfortable. Then I pulled on the lace panties, slipped into the high heels, put on the glasses, and took one last look in the mirror.I gathered my things, closed the locker, and headed out toward my
I turned around, still reeling in shock from what my boss had just revealed about the drink, when an even bigger wave of disbelief hit me like a punch to the gut. There stood my husband, right near the entrance to the changing area, casually lifting my bottle to his lips and taking a sip. My bottle. The one full of horse cum. My heart slammed hard in my chest and my stomach twisted violently. I froze for a second, with my eyes wide open, unable to process what I was seeing. ‘No, this is bad.’He only took a small sip at first, then pulled the bottle away with a slightly puzzled frown on his face. As I forced my legs to move and approached him, my mind was racing with panic and guilt. What if he figured it out? What if he tasted what it really was?He looked at me and asked casually, “Do you think this tastes nice?”I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly felt dry. I managed to force a weak smile onto my face, gud! my cheeks felt hot.“It’s not the best tasting drink,” I said, trying to k
I put on some comfortable baggy clothes with no underwear, carefully choosing items that wouldn’t rub against my sore pussy. The sensitivity from earlier still lingered, and I wanted nothing to aggravate it further. I went downstairs and started cooking dinner, moving through the familiar motions in our kitchen. The rest of the evening passed normally. My husband and I talked about ordinary things: work, plans for the weekend, a funny story from his day while we ate and then settled in front of the TV. It felt like any other night, comfortable and routine.The only thing out of the ordinary was a text from my boss that arrived while we were watching a show. It read: “Tomorrow morning you only need your trainers. Everything else you will need is in your locker. The gym staff will give you the key. Your locker number is 69.”I smiled quietly to myself, wondering what he had planned for me to wear. Surely it couldn’t be too extreme with my husband attending the class right beside me. I c
I stared in disbelief as Nathan stepped into the room. Chris’s 18-year-old son. My cheeks burned with shame. I had just confessed every filthy detail of my slutty story and recited that degrading quote to a 18-year-old boy. What the fuck was Chris thinking?I looked from Nathan to Chris and back again. Both of them were grinning at me…. Chris, with that knowing, amused smirk because he could see how stunned I was, and Nathan with wide-eyed excitement, like all his fantasies had just come true.Nathan spoke first, his voice eager and cocky.“Poppy, I’ve always thought you looked so fucking hot,” he said, eyes roaming over my body. “I’ve watched you sunbathing through my window since you moved down here, wishing you’d go topless. I never knew I just had to come over and tell you to get your tits out.”I knelt there on the floor, frozen, my heart hammering in my chest. Chris chuckled and stepped closer.“Now, son, I’ve shown you the slut like this today, so that when it’s your birthday n
He used the scissors and judiciously trimmed everything down to short stubble, then lathered me up with the gel and carefully finished with the razor. While rinsing, he ran his hand over the entirety of my vulva, checking his work to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. My pussy felt soft yet firm,
The next morning, as I sipped my coffee, my phone rang, seeing the caller's ID, a warm smile crept on my smile and, without wasting time, I slid my finger over the answer button.The voice on the other end spoke, the words tumbling out in a rush. I listened, and my face paled, and at that moment th
We stumbled out, dressed barely on, piling into the RV. They didn't last long; Asher yanked mine off before the engine started. "Kneel," he commanded. Blue—Linda and I dropped between the front seats, taking turns on Asher and Dan's cocks as Mike drove, the road humming beneath us."Suck it like yo
When we got back, the guys were on the deck, naked, of course and with beers in hand, and their cocks out in the sun, like a show of cocks. We went straight to them, bubbling over to tell and show what we'd done. They had us strip slowly for them, teasing, and when we revealed the rose tattoos and







