I had been working in the hotel bar for about a year when this unfolded. I’d always had a huge crush on one of the receptionists, Nina. Although she usually smiled when I spoke to her during the rare moments our breaks overlapped, I hadn’t pursued anything. I didn’t want a work relationship to turn awkward. Nina was from Spain—a tanned, dark-haired, gorgeous woman about my age. This all went back to a Friday night and what we saw and guessed. I was working a long shift in the bar, starting at 4 p.m. About an hour into my shift, a couple walked in. My attention went to the wife first—she was stunning, and her sports bra top naturally drew the eye. I refocused instantly and welcomed them both to the bar. As they approached, I noticed they were clearly married. It looked like one of those romantic Friday night getaways I’d seen many times.The man ordered drinks, and while I prepared them, the wife moved to sit on a lounge chair. She was dressed head-to-toe in sportswear, and her L
A hotel gangbang gets the staff hórny too. (2)I replied, “You are wild. Next time, let me hold the camera.”Reception was clearly quiet, and the bar wasn’t much busier. Nina’s response came back within seconds.“You can hold the camera if you want. I was beginning to hope you’d do more than that.”I sent back an aubergine emoji, feeling bolder than usual.The next time I looked up from serving, the husband was on his own again. I must have missed when Suit Guy left. I messaged Nina, “I think the stud left.”She confirmed it and added, “Just had a complaint about noisy sex from a room on the floor below your ‘friends.’ They didn’t know which room, fortunately. Imagine having to front someone about that. Lucky lady, I say!”I shot back, “Is that one of your fantasies, then? A stranger, a friend, or maybe a lesbian encounter?”After a while, she replied, “You might be surprised by what I’d consider, in the right circumstances with the right person. This is weird flirting, by the way.”I
A hotel gangbang gets the staff horny too. (3)I was taken aback by the gorgeous woman in front of me, her directness, and now the kinky request. I did as she asked.A whispered, husky voice that I barely recognized came from Nina. “You can use me any way you want. All of me is available to you. Nothing is off-limits. I’m so hórny after what we’ve seen happen and what that wife might still be enjoying.”I looked around the room, taking in the double bed, a dresser, and a stool. There was a thin rope on the dresser, possibly Hessian. I asked, “Anything?”“Anything, but I won’t leave this room. And, for clarity, it’s just the two of us,” she said with a sly grin.We both giggled, and I admitted, “I forgot to bring wine.”Nina tutted in mock disappointment, but I decided to seize the moment. I knocked the bra straps off her shoulders, sat her on the stool, and started wrapping the rope around her upper body, trapping her arms.She tensed at first as the rope grazed her skin but soon rela
A hotel gangbang gets the staff horny too. (4)“The suited stud?”“Yes,” I replied, smirking. “I wonder what went down when he was with the other man’s wife.”Nina let out a sharp breath, her lips parting slightly in disbelief.“Ass or pussy? What do you think she’d prefer to take his cock in?” I asked, watching her face carefully.She tilted her head, pretending to ponder. “Ass—well, only after he’d made her pussy raw,” she said with a mischievous grin.I chuckled darkly and held up the black blindfold. “You’re holding her blindfold, you know. She was wearing it when all that happened—barely an hour ago.”That revelation tipped Nina over the edge. Her moans filled the room as her body shuddered in her first proper orgasm of the evening. She collapsed against me, her long hair falling like a curtain over my face. Gently, I gathered her hair, holding it back as I whispered, “You dirty liar.”“No,” I insisted, grinning. “It’s true, I swear. Where would I even get a blindfold at this tim
It’s a hot summer day, and I’m sitting in a classroom with 50 other students, watching a lecture on the anatomy of a fish.The air is stifling, and as I glance out the window, I can see heatwaves shimmering off the blacktop. I’m dressed lightly today—black cotton skirt, hugging my hips and upper thighs, and a pink, low-cut blouse.Beneath it, I’m wearing a black lacey bra, but no panties. It’s just too hot.My name’s Ashley. I’m 21, average at 145 pounds, and 5’3”. Today, I’m in one of my college classes with my favorite professor, Ms. Catherine. She’s 35 and drop-dead gorgeous. She’s the same height as me, but her petite waist, killer hips, and round, apple-shaped ass give her a stunning figure.Her full C-to-D-cup breasts look perfect under her fitted dress suits. Right now, she’s wearing a swoop-neck blazer and a short skirt that shows off everything beautifully. I can’t help but stare at her as she lectures. It’s not just her looks; she’s always kind to me, even when I don’t kno
SEDUCED BY MY HOT COLLEGE LECTURER (2)I obey, rising to my feet in front of her. She slides off the desk, her hands trailing down my sides before gripping the hem of my red lace blouse.Slowly, she lifts it over my head, exposing my bare chest. Her eyes linger on my brèasts, and the intensity of her gaze makes my knees weak. “You’re beautiful, Ashley,” she murmurs, stepping closer until her body brushes against mine. I shiver at her touch as her hands roam over my shoulders, then down to cup my brèasts.Her thumbs brush over my hardened nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through me. I gasp, and she smiles, leaning down to press soft kisses along my collarbone. I can’t help but run my hands down her sides, feeling the curve of her waist and the firmness of her hips. My fingers find the zipper of her dress, and I hesitate, looking up at her for permission. She nods, biting her lip as I slowly slide it down. The dress falls away, pooling at her feet. She stands before me in noth
---Kelly Carlson was a beautiful and vivacious 24-year-old first-grade teacher. She stood 5'7" tall with shoulder-length blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. She had a lovely smile, an infectious laugh, and was well-liked by students, colleagues, and parents alike. While she was slim and shapely, she was endowed with rather large breasts that were firm and sat high on her chest. Her nipples were large and pink, covering most of her breasts.She was often embarrassed because they were so sensitive that even the rubbing of a bra would make them grow hard, rendering them unmistakably visible through her clothing. In fact, they were so sensitive that sometimes just touching them would bring a tremor to her body. When very aroused, she had been known to climax from simply pinching them. In college, Kelly had done a lot of sexual experimentation. She loved sex and had decided early on that she didn’t need to seal her marital vows as a virgin. She had had several relationships with men,
FALLING FOR MY SON'S SÈXY TEACHER (2)As Stephanie entered the red brick building, a flood of memories surrounded her, evoking those childhood days when the most important thing in her life was who she would play with at recess. How life had changed, she thought as she glanced at the poster boards on the walls, filled with rules, regulations, pictures of kids, drawings, and future events.Her heels clicked loudly on the floor as she walked down the hallway, the sound echoing off the painted cinderblock walls. The school seemed deserted, and she briefly wondered if she had misread the date.She glanced at the first classroom door and saw numbers: 100, then 101, and 102. As she peeked into the rooms, she was pleased to see some teachers sitting at their desks, evidently waiting for parents to arrive. It seemed that with each room, the teacher appeared older than the last. Stephanie chuckled to herself, wondering if the room numbers corresponded to the teachers' ages.When she reached th
Lily fucks the sperm donor (4)“Of course,” he said, sitting next to her on the bed. “What’s up?”Lily took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. “You remember how we talked about alternative options? Well... Janine and I discussed something that might help us.”David’s expression shifted, a mix of curiosity and apprehension flashing across his face. “What do you mean? Did you find another doctor?”“No, it’s not about a doctor,” she began, trying to gauge his reaction. “It’s about a donor.”“A donor?” he echoed, his voice edged with confusion. “What do you mean?”“Janine has a friend,” she explained carefully, pulling her phone back into her lap and scrolling to the photos. “His name is Andrew. He’s successful, healthy, and... well, he’s quite attractive.”Lily hesitated, watching David’s brow furrow deeper as she pulled up the pictures. “He’s a stockbroker, and I thought you might want to see for yourself.”She held her phone out to him, and David took it, his eyes scannin
Lily fucks the sperm donor (3)Lily and Janine had been inseparable since college. Freshman roommates in a cramped dorm, they’d stuck together through everything—bad breakups, late-night study sessions, and all the little triumphs that had shaped them into the women they were now.But even with their bond, they had always been different. Lily was the planner, the one who needed life to follow a clear, logical path. The career, the house, the husband. And then, the family. It was how things were supposed to go.Janine, on the other hand, had never lived by a blueprint. She built a solid career but thrived on unpredictability. Spontaneous trips, dating with no expectations, living on her own terms. It was thrilling most of the time. But in the quiet moments, when she lay in bed alone with nothing but her thoughts, she wondered what it would feel like to have something steady. A home. A partner. Not just passion, but permanence. She’d never say it out loud, but a part of her envied Lily’
Lily fucks the sperm donor (2)Lily’s mind raced as she tried to process what Dr. Simons was saying. Choosing a donor in a setting that felt safe, without the crushing expense of IVF, sounded almost like a relief. But it came with its own complications and uncertainties.Dr. Simons seemed to sense their hesitation. "This isn’t an easy suggestion, and I only bring it up because I want you to know all of your options. You wouldn’t be the first couple to consider it, and I can oversee the process—medically, emotionally, even with counseling if needed. But it’s a deeply personal choice, and I want you both to be completely comfortable, whatever you decide."Lily turned to David, searching his face for any sign of what he was feeling. His jaw was tight, his gaze fixed on the floor as he absorbed the weight of the suggestion.“We’d… need time to think,” David finally said, his voice low. “This isn’t something we ever expected to face.”“Of course,” Dr. Simons replied gently. “I’m here for a
Lily and David had been trying for a baby for over a year, and each month that passed without a positive test felt like another question mark hanging over them. They had finally decided to see a specialist, hoping for clarity—hoping that maybe it was just a simple issue of timing.When they arrived at Dr. Simons’ office, the waiting room was bright and serene, but both of them sat in silence, trying to steady their nerves. David, always the optimist, broke the silence first, giving Lily’s hand a squeeze.“Maybe we’re just overthinking this,” he said. “People go years without getting it right, then—boom—pregnant.”Lily forced a smile, though inside, she felt the weight of her fears. What if it wasn’t that simple?Soon, Dr. Simons, a kind-eyed woman with a warm smile, stepped into the waiting room and called them back. In her office, she gestured for them to sit, settling in across from them with a comforting, steady presence.“I know this process can feel overwhelming,” she began, “but
A crazy game of truth or dare (22)Ryan laughed. "It's too late to be shy, Love. I watched the whole thing from up there.' He said. Emma looked up and saw the walls of the cubicle weren't that high. He could easily watch by standing on the toilet, which is exactly what he'd done after he'd followed them from the bar and snuck in afterwards.'Ryan, I'm leaving now, could you please leave so I can get dressed?''Nah, I'm not done with you yet, put it in your mouth!'. As he locked the door and dropped his trousers, and his cock sprang out. She looked up at him, and realized that his muscular frame looked even bigger from where she was.There was no escape.She was locked in a cubicle with a man twice her size between her and the door. There was no use in screaming for help having deliberately picked a bathroom away from everyone.Looking at his cock bouncing Infront of her, she took him into her mouth.'Yeah that's it you fucking slut, you like sucking cock don't you?'Not wanting to
A crazy game of truth or dare (21)"You always look like a slut, Emma—with your big hair and your fake tits. You dress like a slut. Does Sarah dress like you? No. She dresses like a good wife. That’s why she’s at home right now, being a good wife."Emma didn't think she dressed slutty. She always tried to look nice, so she’d never go without heels or boots. She was happy with her body—not in a cocky way, just content with how she looked. She had a nice wardrobe full of clothes she felt good in. She didn’t think that made her a slut."And as for what you and Jason do, well, I’m making my own stories with you now, aren’t I?" Rob laughed, gripping her hair and yanking her head back."Open your mouth, slut."Emma obeyed as he held her tightly in his grip, then spit into her open mouth."You’re a fucking wank fantasy, Emma. Nothing more. I have no emotions in this. So if it becomes too much hassle or hard work? If it gets boring? I’ll move on to someone else. And rest assured, the moment
A crazy game of truth or dare (20)“That’s it, mate. Don’t be shy—push them together.”Rob snapped a few pictures while Neil stood watching, cursing the fact that he wasn’t the best man.“Hang on, try this…” Rob stepped forward and undid the top two buttons of Emma’s blouse, exposing more of her bra. “That’s better. Yeah, push them together.”Ryan readjusted his hands, now fully cupping her breasts, his fingers pressing against a mix of lace and warm skin.“Is this okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?” he murmured into Emma’s ear, inhaling the soft scent of her perfume.“No, it’s… erm, it’s fine,” she mumbled, just wanting to get this over with.“Yeah, that’s good. Give me a naughty smile, Emma.”She forced a small grin, and Rob clicked a few more pictures.“There you go, mate. That one’s done.”Ryan reluctantly let go of Emma and stepped back, taking his phone and the completed dare card from Rob, all while trying to hide the growing problem in his jeans.Emma buttoned up her blouse whil
A crazy game of truth or dare (19)"I'm, erm… just going to have a cigarette," Emma said with a small smile, addressing the group around her. She wasn’t a regular smoker—only when drinking or under heavy stress—but tonight, she had bought a pack on the way to the hotel, knowing it would give her an easy excuse to slip away from situations like this.She spotted the "Smokers Area" sign and made her way down the corridor toward the exit, relieved to be alone for a moment. But as she reached the door, she became aware of footsteps behind her. When she turned slightly, two men from the group—ones she hadn't interacted with much—were right behind her. They both smiled, following her outside.The smoking area was small, consisting of just two tables with metal chairs and a couple of outdoor heaters glowing faintly in the evening chill. Emma moved to the farthest corner and lit her cigarette, hoping for a few moments of solitude. That, of course, didn’t happen. The two men joined her almost
A crazy game of truth or dare (18)Emma looked back in the mirror, seeing a strand of cum running from the side of her mouth to her chin. Wiping it with her finger, she instinctively licked it off, then realized she had just voluntarily put Rob's cum in her mouth—and he wasn't even in the room! For the third time tonight, she touched up her makeup, and soon, the pair headed out."What if someone we know sees us?" she asked as they walked to the elevator, his hand on her ass."Unlikely, but if they do, we’ve got two options. If they only know one of us, then we say we're out at a friend's birthday party, and it's fancy dress, but I didn't get the memo. If it's someone we both know, then we'll have to judge it accordingly—but similar story."Emma knew Rob had just as much to lose as she did, so she trusted him to come up with a convincing story if the need arose."Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you…" Rob started as they waited for the elevator. "…Tonight is dare night. Anything—and I mean an