Sex stories

Last Friday, home alone—my man was at work—I was scrolling through Unitedmen. Not really hunting, just browsing profiles. A guy messages me: no photo, says he’s versatile, in a relationship, and dying to fuck some ass. After some small talk, he sends pics: lean muscular body, a thick 8-inch cock, round ass, cute face. I send him mine along with my kinks—quick meets, big cocks, cum, public stuff—and he’s into it. He sets a time: 2 PM at his place. We’ve got two hours before his man gets home.

I shower, slip into a pair of shorts—nothing underneath—and drive to his place.

I text him when I arrive. He comes down to meet me: tight tank top, loose shorts, and judging by the bulge, he’s commando too. In the elevator, he kisses me hard, slips a hand into my shorts, teases my hole. I grab his dick—it’s thickening fast. This is gonna get intense.

We get inside and strip in seconds. We’re all over each other, kissing, grabbing, grinding. He leads me to the bedroom, and I drop to my knees to swallow his cock. He fucks my throat for ten straight minutes, then pulls me up and eats my ass. We take a hit of popss—it hits hard and fast.

I lie on my back, he slides between my legs, kisses me. His cockhead teases my hole, rubbing, pressing, simulating penetration. It’s driving me wild.

Another hit of popss, and I flip over—face down, ass up. He lies on me, kisses my neck, slides his cock between my cheeks. I lift my hips, pressing back. He rubs his head on my hole. I push to invite him in. His tip pops in, he moans, sinks a bit deeper.

Grabbing my hips, he shifts me to all fours. I arch my back, he spits on my hole and his cock, then eases the head in. I take another hit of popss and kiss myself down on him.

I moan loud—his thick, hard dick is stretching me wide.
"Fuck, you’re a real slut!"
"You like my pussy?"
"Oh yeah—so tight, fuck me harder!"

He drills me deep, switching tempo, pulling out, slamming back in. I’m in heaven, moaning like crazy.

Suddenly, a voice:
"Having fun without me?"

I freeze. In the doorway stands his boyfriend—a stunning Arab stud with a massive bulge. He’s clearly been watching for a while. My guy stammers,
"Babe, I—"
"Shut the fuck up."

I panic, but the boyfriend looks straight at me.
"You. Stay just like that."

He strips, walks over, spits on his cock, and pushes it right into me. His dick’s even thicker—I scream out—but the popss help me adjust fast.

He fucks me slow at first, long strokes that make me feel every inch. I’m moaning nonstop. Then he picks up the pace, pounding me like an raw.
"You liked my man’s cock? Mine’s better, huh?"
"Fuck yes! So fucking good!"

He barks at his man:
"Film me fucking your bitch!"

The other grabs his phone and starts recording, getting every angle. I’m in total bliss—his dick fucking me while the camera captures it all.

He fucks me hard for nearly twenty minutes before exploding inside me.
"Go on, finish him off. I know you’re dying to."

The first guy jumps back in, fucks me fast, reckless, and shoots another load deep inside me.

I collapse on the bed, dripping with cum. The boyfriend smirks:
"Alright, get out. My bro’ll be home any minute."

I throw my clothes on and head down the stairs. Just then, another guy comes up—Arab, tracksuit, total stud. He eyes me, smiles:
"You're coming outta my bro’s place, huh?"

I stammer. He pins me gently against the wall, slides a finger into my still-wet hole.
"Damn, you’re dripping—such a slut."

He pulls out his cock and slides it right in.
"He really fucked you... but now it’s my turn."

He fucks me fast and hard, cums deep inside. I drop to my knees and clean him off with my mouth, then grab my stuff and head out.

Back in my car, I check my phone. The boyfriend sent me the video. I text him:
"Thanks for the vid—and the fuck. If you, your man, or your bro ever want a repeat, I’m down."

He replies:
"My bro?"

"Yeah... He fucked me on the stairs. Big dick too."