My cock slipped from the confines of her ass as I pushed myself off her sweaty body to kneel between her legs. Both of us panting hard from the fierce fuck that had just occurred. My proud member, now fully deflated, had left the contents of my balls deep in her ass. It should have been in her pussy, but the slut insisted that I cum up her ass. Who was I to deny her that? I shouldn’t call her a slut, she is my ex-girlfrie...

Angela sat naked on the bed, her legs apart, her breasts heavy on her chest. I didn’t know how long she had been there, but her face lit up when I entered the hotel bedroom. I knew how much she loved to be touched, stroked, and yes, used and abused. Fucked to within an inch of her life, with fingers pulling and squeezing on her nipples. She loved the feel of a good pounding between her loins, fucked like a rag doll with h...

This fantasy wouldn’t let go of my mind, clenching it with all the force possible, it wouldn’t recede. Every waking moment, for over a month, saw it surface, and come to a boil, tempting me to convert it to reality. And tempted I was. There was only one person that could make this fantasy a reality, my ex-girlfriend. My wife would never entertain the idea, and to be honest, I wouldn’t, couldn’t approach her on this subjec...

My jaw dropped when I opened the door. The ex-girlfriend was standing in front of me, smiling, waving what looked like a table tennis bat in her hands. "Come on," she said, "for old times' sake." I shook my head, "I don't think so," I added. Uncertainty took a hold on me. Biting her lower lip always had that effect as she slowly moved her head. "But, you're the best, especially when you slide your cock into my hot and sti...

The car ride home was steeped in silence. Furtive glances from side to side calmed the nerves a little, but not enough to conclude that everything was alright. The mood was frosty, at best. “You alright?” Lesley asked, trying her best to break the silence. “I’m fine,” Matt replied, his gaze concentrating on the car in front, and the upcoming roundabout, but Lesley could tell that something was up. The quick exit they had...

My girlfriend, Lesley, and I had always been friends with Pamela, and she became one of Lesley’s closest friends over time. Lesley and I used to have fun with other couples, and Pamela was aware of our playing around. We knew there was more to our friendliness than any of us would let on, but in all types of relationships like these, it is harder to pursue those sexual innuendoes in case the friendship is ruined. This is...