Sex Stories: Deepthroat

The moment I saw her standing by the roadside in that tight white sweater and short ski skirt, my cock twitched with raw want. Her husband’s car had broken down two miles back, and she was flagging me…

The moment I locked the studio door behind us, heat pooled low in my belly. Lena, my evening yoga student, stood there in tight black leggings and a cropped tank that barely contained her full tits, h…

The moment I saw her across the crowded conference room, my cock twitched with raw want. Lena moved like smoke, her long dark curls swaying against sun-kissed shoulders, gold coins jingling softly fro…

The moment I saw her across the crowded reception hall, my cock twitched hard. She was a stunning brunette in a tight red dress that hugged her juicy ass and pushed her full tits up like an offering. …

The moment I stepped into the dimly lit photo studio off the highway, my cock twitched at the sight of her. Lena leaned against a velvet chaise in a sheer black slip that clung to her full tits, the f…

The moment I stepped into the softly lit photo studio, my pulse kicked up. Elena stood there in a tight black pencil skirt and crisp white blouse, the top two buttons undone just enough to tease the s…

The moment Lena saw him standing on the dock in nothing but faded swim trunks, the ache between her thighs flared hot and immediate. Sunlight slid over Marcus’s broad shoulders and the hard cut of his…

The moment Lena stepped into the hotel suite, the air crackled. She wore a silk robe that barely reached mid-thigh, the dark ink of her full-sleeve tattoo peeking out like a secret invitation. My cock…

The salty breeze tugged at my sundress as I leaned against the yacht’s railing, the dark sea stretching endlessly under a moonlit sky. My pulse quickened the second I noticed him—tall, tanned, shirt u…

The moment I stepped onto the yacht's deck, my eyes locked on her dark, swaying hips as she bent to adjust a champagne bucket. Aaliyah was the only waitress for this private charter, her smooth ebony …

The moment I saw her bent over the hotel gym treadmill, sweat glistening down the curve of her tight ass in those tiny shorts, my cock twitched with raw want. Elena was my client for the week-long bus…

The restaurant lights were dimmed to a soft glow, chairs already flipped onto tables. My heart hammered as I wiped down the last booth, knowing Jake was the only customer left—my favorite regular who …

The moment Lena stepped into the hotel suite, the air crackled with heat. She was the spoiled daughter of the agency boss, twenty-two and used to getting whatever her pouty lips demanded, and right no…

The moment Elena opened the hotel door in her silk robe, my pulse hammered. She was the artist, I was supposed to be the model, but the hunger in her dark eyes as they raked over my body made it clear…

The first time I saw her hands on him, my cock twitched so hard I nearly dropped my coffee. Lisa, my wife of eight years, had taken a part-time job at the upscale massage studio downtown to help pay b…

The moment I saw her step into the dimly lit train car, my cock twitched against my jeans. She was a stunning gypsy woman in her late twenties, with wild dark curls tumbling over sun-kissed shoulders,…

The moment I saw her step onto the private dock in that tiny white bikini, my cock twitched against my swim trunks. Lena was the kind of model who made every shoot feel dangerous—long sun-kissed legs,…

The moment Elena saw Marcus step into the hotel suite, her pulse kicked hard between her legs. The air smelled of fresh linen and city rain. She was on a business trip to capture private commissions f…

The moment I stepped into the dimly lit massage studio off the highway, my cock twitched at the sight of her. Elena was bent over the reception desk in tight black yoga pants that hugged every curve o…

I spotted her the second I walked into the hotel bar after another twelve-hour day of depositions. Elena, my yoga teacher from the evening classes back home, sat alone nursing a glass of red wine in t…

The moment I walked into the converted photo studio for the private evening yoga session, the air crackled with raw want. Lila, my elf instructor, stood barefoot on the polished hardwood in a sheer em…

The moment I locked the studio door behind us, the air crackled with raw want. Lisa stood under the softbox lights in nothing but a tiny black lace thong, her full tits already heaving, nipples tight.…

The moment I saw Lena step onto the yacht's sun deck in that tiny white bikini, my cock twitched against my shorts. She was all golden skin and long legs, her dark hair whipping in the sea breeze, and…

The downpour hammered the café windows like it wanted in. I sat across from my client, Marcus, the ripped fitness trainer who'd been pushing my limits for months, and the air between us crackled with …