Sex stories

My boyfriend and I are sexually liberated. He’s a dominant type, a bit into SM, and totally hooked on sex. Me? I’m obsessed with cocks, love showing off, and I’m horny all the time. He lets me get fucked by other guys without him, but there are three rules: he needs to know who, where, and wants pics or videos if possible; he fucks me after every hookup to “claim his territory”; and my ass is his to use whenever, wherever, and if he wants to offer it up, I don’t get a say. This summer, I had a fxxced week off. That Saturday night, while he’s pounding my ass like a pro, he drops a bomb: “Your vacation? Forget it. It’s a week of sex now.” His rules: naked 24/7 unless I’m in straight public spots, ready to get fucked anytime, fully available, and I have to take a different dick every day with proof. I’m all in for this kind of challenge!

Sunday’s chill, no mention of it. I figure it was just dirty talk to spice up our fuck. But Monday morning, I wake up to his text: “Don’t forget your orders. Naked, ready to get fucked. One different dick a day, no repeats. Oh, and we’re getting a delivery today—stay naked for it!” After breakfast, I shower to prep for the day. I hop on Unitedmen, hunting for cock. Same old flakes and fakes. Around 11 a.m., the doorbell rings: the delivery guy. I answer naked. He’s a lad—sunglasses, cap, tracksuit—checking me out, a bit awkward. I’m not shy; it gets me hard, and he notices. As he heads back to his van, he glances again. I flash a smile and a wink, and he’s gone. That got me hot.

By 2 p.m., a guy on Unitedmen heats me up: nice cock, 100% top. I tell him I’m waiting naked and ready. Thirty minutes later, he shows up. My ass is primed. He rams his dick down my throat, then tears into my hole. I film it all with his okay. Decent fuck, nothing wild. I send the vid to my man. At 5 p.m., he texts back: “Good little slut. The delivery guy from earlier wants to fuck you. He’s coming in 30.” I shower quick, and the bell rings. I open up naked. He dives in with a sloppy kiss, then pushes me to my knees to suck his cock. It swells in my mouth—thick, hefty. He strips, and damn, his body’s as hot as his dick. He drags me to the couch, puts me on all fours, eats my ass, spits on his cock, and slides in. “I’m gonna fuck your ass, slut!” “Go for it, I already got fucked today.” “You’re a total bitch!” He pounds me hard, I moan, he grunts. We’re loving it. “Keep going, fuck me, I’m your bitch!” “Your ass is gonna make me blow!” I spread my cheeks wide, and he unloads, flooding my hole. I clean his cock with my mouth before he splits. My man gets home an hour later and fucks me raw.

Tuesday’s the same drill: breakfast, shower. It’s hot out, not many guys online. Sauna? Nah, too warm for that. Early afternoon, I throw on a short and tank top, hit the shops, planning a stop at a cruising spot later. At a clothing store, it’s dead. Two bored sales guys—around 20 and 30, in Lacoste shorts and tees. Cute lads I’ve seen before. I say hi, grab some clothes to try, and ask for the fitting room. The younger one takes me there. I try a short, step out to check the mirror. He says it looks good, but I’m not sold. Back in the booth, I strip, leaving the curtain half-open on purpose. Naked, back to him, I catch him in the mirror eyeing my ass, rubbing himself. I try another short—tight fit. He heads back to his buddy, and they laugh, probably about me flashing. I call them over, asking for a smaller size. The older one brings it. I strip again in front of him. It hugs my ass, maybe too much. “Try the other again!” I peel it off, and he presses against me. I feel his bulge on my . I arch my ass instinctively. He grabs my hips, mimics fucking me. I turn, drop to my knees, pull out his cock, and suck. The younger one’s next to me, jerking off. The guy I’m blowing fingers my hole. I stick my ass out, he spits on it, smacks it, drops his shorts, and slides in. I groan. The young one steps up shyly. I grab his dick and suck it greedily. They tag-team my mouth and ass. “Bro, take my spot, his ass is fire!” The young one hesitates, then gives in, easing into me. I ride him hard, and he grabs my hips, fucking me deep. He cums inside, the other blasts my face. I thank them, buy the tightest short with a 20% discount—their treat. My man gets home, sees the short, hears I traded my ass for the deal, calls me a “dirty slut,” and fucks me on the spot.

Wednesday, my man says I’m his to command. At 11 a.m., he sends an address: be there by noon, naked, clothes on the car hood. I arrive on time—a construction site with three workers. I text for confirmation: “Yes, do it.” I get out, nod at the guys, strip, and toss my clothes on the hood. “Yo, lads, our slut’s here!” They close in. I drop to my knees, sucking them one by one. They kiss my ass, eat me out, call me “dirty slut” and “cock garage.” I love it, moaning loud. One slams into me hard—I take it. He cums fast. The next one’s a man, unloading quick too. The third opts for my mouth. As I head to dress, my man appears: “Saw it all, you’re a good bitch. I filmed it!” He bends me over the hood and fucks me in broad daylight during his lunch break.

Thursday, I pamper myself: massage and waxing at my esthetician’s. I love being smooth. At the salon, she says, “We’re swamped. Kamel, our trainee, will handle you.” He’s cute, professional. I strip, ask for an ass- and pubic wax, plus a massage. He’s gentle, finishes with soothing cream, brushing my hole and balls. I fight getting hard. Soft music plays as he massages my shoulders, chest. I’m relaxed, almost dozing. On my thighs, he grazes my balls. I’m hard before I know it. He sucks me—30 seconds, hot and wet. He flips me, rubs my back, my ass. His oiled fingers tease my hole. I moan softly. He’s naked now, his cock between my cheeks. I let him in; his lubed tip slides inside, slick with massage oil. He fucks me slow, then hard. I ride him, he lifts me, lays me on the table, and pounds me. I cum hands-free, my ass clenching makes him blow. He floods me. I thank him with a kiss and a tip. That night, my man fucks me tender, making me cum from my ass like never before.

Friday, no dick in sight. I hit a cam site, tease my cock and hole. I tell my man I’m struggling, so I’m camming. He joins, PMs me: “Get the fuck machine, show off!” Five minutes later, I’m dildoing myself for 223 guys. They call me “good bitch” and “slut.” After 45 minutes, they log off, spent. My man praises me and fucks me on cam that night.

Saturday, he orders no fucking all day. At 5 p.m., he texts: “Pick me up at work, 10 p.m., naked.” I arrive naked, kneel by his car. He feeds me his cock on the lot, blindfolds me, drives off. We stop, he pulls me out, puts me on all fours in grass. A voice: “Nice bitch you brought!” My man: “She takes it good. Do what you want, I’m filming. Don’t break her.” “She’ll handle us fine!” Spit hits my face, a tongue digs into my ass. I spread wide, offering it up. A cock in my mouth, another in my hole. They switch, dicks piling in. One’s massive—pleases at first. My man whispers, “Take it, it’s the biggest I could find.” He hits me with popss, I ease onto it, heat and intensity turning to pleasure. “Say you’re a slut!” “I’m a slut, a cock dump!” I lose it, spreading my ass. He rails me, cums hard. Others blast my face, back. My man drives me home, my ass fucked. He soothes it with ice, then fucks me dry. He shows the vid: 14 guys fucked me. He’s proud, proves it by fucking me one last time.