Sex stories

My boyfriend’s been away on a work trip for two days, coming back today. He’s been teasing me nonstop over text: “When I get home, I’m fucking your ass” or “Gonna miss that tight little hole.” Yesterday, after work, he keeps it up. I beg him to stop—his cock’s driving me nuts, but he’s too far. He fires back: “Find yourself one! I love it when you slut it up.” By 9 p.m., I’m on Unitedmen, hopping in the shower, prepping my ass just in case. I chat with my man, we get each other worked up. He says he might’ve found a twink to fuck where he’s at. Me? Still nothing. An hour later, he sends pics and a vid: him pounding some skinny slut. Fuck, I’m on fire—I need dick now.

On Unitedmen, a blank profile pings me: “Pic?” I send mine straight off. “Looking for a bitch to drain me, hung dom.” Starving for it, I just ask for his address—no age, no looks, nothing. He drops it, I say I’m on my way. I pull up: it’s a factory, not a flat. “This ain’t a house!” “Chill, I work here, it’s empty.” Sketchy as hell, but I’m too horny to care. “Come on!” “Yes, boss!” “Enter through the offices, strip naked, left stairs, first door on the left.” “Got it, boss!” I’m rock-hard already. I walk in, ditch my clothes, climb the stairs, and in a big gray-carpeted office, there’s a rebeu—thirties, security guard gear, sitting with his fat, stiff cock out of his fly.

“On your knees, hands on your head!” I obey. He steps up, rubs my chest, twists my nipples—I moan. “Knew you’d be a good bitch. My crew’s gonna love that ass!” “What crew?” He laughs: “Relax, we share the good stuff here.” I’m here to get off, so I say fuck it. “Suck me while we wait.” I open wide, swallow his long, thick dick, and go to town. He groans, loving it. Five minutes later, noise downstairs. Five guys roll in: a black dude, two rebeus, two white guys—all lad vibes in tracksuits, cocks already straining. “Damn, hot bitch, real obedient!” They strip, dicks ranging 18-20 cm, all hard as fuck. They tweak my nipples, grab my ass, and I suck their cocks one by one. Slut heaven.

The boss puts me on all fours, eats my ass. I hit the popss, dive back into sucking. One guy takes over, spits on my hole and his dick, eases his tip in, then slides slow to stretch me. “Fuck, tight ass—I’m gonna open it up!” He picks up speed, slams deep. The others fight over my mouth. Boss films it on his phone—me sucking and getting fucked. They take turns pounding my ass. The black guy lies down, I straddle him, his cock stuffing me full. I suck one, jerk two others. A fifth lines up behind, rests his dick on my already-stuffed hole. I hit the popss, grab his shaft, guide it in. My first double—slippery, then he rams me. I’m in bliss. The first cums quick inside, another swaps in, blasts in two minutes, then the black guy unloads. The last two double me again, fuck my ass, and cum hard inside. They dress and bounce.

Boss grabs my neck, shoves his tongue in my mouth with a sloppy kiss. “You’re a top-tier slut, best I’ve brought! You love cock, huh?” “Yes, boss, I fucking love it—fuck me!” We head to the parking lot, he bends me over a low wall, and drills me raw. It’s 5 degrees out, I’m sweating, yelling from pleasure. He speeds up, explodes in my ass, smacks it hard. He zips up, tosses my bag outside: “Keep your clothes in there if you wanna show off.” I text: “My stuff, boss?” “Come back another day if you want more!” I hop in my car, naked, ass hot and dripping, and head to a nearby cruising spot.

I park—two cars, a few trucks. I step out bare, walk past the rigs, jerking off, pinching my nipples, showing off my stretched hole, sliding in a finger, two, three. No takers. I light a by the toilets, lean against the wall, ass out. A guy climbs out of his car, gropes my ass, rubs his dick. I grab it—hard as steel—shove it in me. I fuck myself on it like it’s a dildo. “Dirty slut!” He pounds me, cums inside, and splits. I wait, nothing else. I head home, call my man, spill everything. He loses it: “Wait ‘til I’m back—it’s gonna be a fucking party!”