I never thought I’d cross that line with my boss, but it happened last month during a late-night work session that changed everything. I’m 26, his executive assistant for two years now, and Mr. Harlan is in his early 40s: tall, powerfully built, always impeccably dressed, with that commanding presence that makes everyone in the office pay attention. I’d caught him looking at me before, those lingering glances when I wore tighter skirts or bent over to pick something up, but I always played it professional.
It was a sweltering Tuesday afternoon in the middle of July, and my air conditioner had finally given up. The apartment was like an oven, sweat trickling down my back, my thin sundress clinging to every curve. I’m 26, single, living alone in a small building downtown, and I’d been feeling restless for weeks—lonely nights, too much wine, too many late-night fantasies. When the repair company said they’d send someone over that day, I didn’t think much of it… until he knocked on the door.
I’ll never forget the night last summer when Alex finally took my ass for the first time. We’d been together for almost a year, and I’d been curious about anal for months—secretly watching videos, fingering myself there in the shower, getting off to the thought of him stretching me open. He’s 28, tall, broad-shouldered, with a cock that’s thick and long enough to make my pussy ache just looking at it. I’m 23, petite, with a round little ass he’s always grabbing and spanking.
Andressa sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her silk nightgown. The room was bathed in a sensual twilight, the moonlight filtering through the half-open curtains. The air smelled of jasmine, a fragrance that always calmed her, but that night, not even the familiar scent could dispel the anxiety that consumed her. Marcos, her husband, was in the bathroom, the sound of running water in the sink echoing down the hallway. She took a deep breath, trying to find the courage for the words she had wanted to say for so long.When Marcos finally emerged from the bathroom, drying his hands with a towel, Andressa looked up, her brown eyes filled with uncertainty. He smiled, as he always did, and sat down beside her, putting his arm around her shoulders. “What’s wrong, love? You seem so serious today.”Andressa bit her lower lip, feeling her heart race. “Marcos… I… I need to tell you something. Something I’ve been keeping to myself for a long time.”
It was a monotonous Sunday; my wife had taken on an extra job that would take all day, while I stayed home. I thought about preparing something to please her… not just please her, but I imagined that since she would arrive home stressed from work, I could do something extra, transform that into an incredible Sunday, where I would have only one objective: to give my girl a lot of pleasure!Finally, introducing myself, I'm H, 29 years old and married for 5 years. Our marriage is going very well so far, despite the ups and downs (especially during the pandemic). I'll call my wife Helen here, for privacy reasons. She's my age and phenomenal! Dark curly hair, fair skin with medium-sized breasts and an enviable backside! She's well-behaved and reserved, but a real vixen behind closed doors! After we got married she gained some weight (she was very thin before) and that made her even more beautiful, her breasts and backside got bigger and even more delicious.
My name is Anna. I'm from Rio, Brazil. I'm a brunette with black hair and eyes, I'm 1.60m tall, and I have delicate features that make me look younger. I've always been thin; I was very frail as a child, and now at 25 I'm slender and have a defined waist. I don't have large breasts, but I have a pert and round bottom to compensate.One day I skipped school with a classmate who, according to him, was really cool and good in bed. Since I was horny, I decided to give him a chance. He knew his house would be empty that morning, so we made an effort and skipped school.
I currently have two male roommates, and it wasn't long before they both started teasing me, calling me an "anal slut," as they called me. It's an accurate name, because I really do orgasm in anal. It makes me squirt.Their constant teasing was driving me crazy, and I was becoming increasingly aroused by the degradation. I think for some reason, it's so arousing. The three of us were on the living room couch, and I started to get the feeling they both wanted to fuck me together. I upped my flirting game and started asking my roommate how he liked his first anal experience.
I've always enjoyed exhibitionism and voyeurism, but I've never been open enough to another man to really talk to him before my husband. We have great chemistry in every way.However, my fetish is limited to women. I have no desire to have a threesome or have sex with another woman, but the idea of being watched by another woman and observing her has always fascinated me. I told him I wanted to make love with another woman watching, but without her directly participating, to take a shower together—in short, to have a friend to share glances and admiration with in a more intimate way. He said this required extreme trust from the person I invited to avoid unnecessary exposure. I agreed.