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By (user no longer on site) OP 38 weeks ago
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In the outside world, I'm the straight-laced type, but I've got these buried bi urges I've acted on in the shadows – lips on cocks, asses stretched and stretching – secrets shared only here. This is the launch of my messy, cum-soaked bi adventures, designed to drench every pussy and harden every dick. If you're a straight swinger reading this and feeling that pull toward bi curiosity, or a couple itching to proposition someone like me, drop a message. Let's turn fantasy into sweat-soaked reality.
It began with Sarah, a graceful woman in her late 40s, her Fab profile radiating poise and hidden heat. Voluptuous in all the right ways, with a laugh that drew you in, our chats turned scorching quick. She probed my concealed desires, and soon she invited me to her elegant flat. I arrived with a bottle of deep amber rum, strong enough to melt reservations. I'm not always the most outgoing in person, but the promise of sex and her casual, filthy talk relaxed me right away – phrases like "I can't wait to see you hard and leaking" whispered over messages that carried into real life.
She opened the door in a sheer robe that hinted at lace beneath, her scent intoxicating. We sank into her leather sofa, queuing that swingers' reality series that's all the rage on Fab – couples confessing kinks, bodies teasing on screen. The rum flowed, shared sips warming us, our hands brushing. The show's erotic undertones had us closer, and soon we were kissing – languid, exploratory, her tongue tasting of rum and desire. She straddled my lap, grinding subtly, her wetness seeping through as my fingers slipped inside her panties, stroking her slick folds. "Mmm, finger my wet cunt," she murmured filthily, her casual dirtiness easing any tension, making me throb harder.
But Sarah had orchestrated more. With a naughty wink, she summoned her friend Mark, a straight bloke in his 40s, sturdy and unassuming. She'd lured him with tales of her pleasure, and he arrived, curious eyes glinting. "Mark, darling, wrap your lips around this thick cock for me," she cooed, unzipping me to reveal my straining shaft, pre-cum glistening. Mark knelt, his breath hot, and took me in, the warmth enveloping my bare skin. His mouth was eager, tongue swirling my tip, tasting the salty pre-cum as it leaked. Wet sucks echoed, his cheeks hollowing as he deep-throated, gagging softly but persisting. Sarah watched, her robe open, fingers plunging into her dripping pussy. "Suck that raw cock, Mark – make it twitch in your throat. God, you're turning me into a flood." My face tensed in bliss, eyes locked on hers, grunts escaping as the pressure built. I erupted down his throat, hot ropes of cum flooding his mouth, the bitter-saltiness overwhelming him. He swallowed greedily, a dribble escaping his chin, his expression dazed and aroused. Sarah orgasmed from the sight, her body convulsing, face a picture of rapturous release.
She bid Mark farewell with a sultry peck, promising discretion, and we were alone again. The air hummed with need. I peeled off her robe, devouring her full breasts, nipples hardening under my tongue, tasting her salty skin. She spread on the couch, pussy glistening, and I licked her ravenously – lapping her tangy juices, clit swelling as she bucked, moaning, "Tongue-fuck my hole, you filthy beast." Her face flushed, eyes wild, sounds of wet smacks filling the space. Then, condom fresh and rolled on with her help – she made it erotic, stroking me as it unrolled, whispering, "Now fill me safe and deep." I thrust in relentlessly, her walls gripping the latex-clad girth, pounding until her tits jiggled, her screams raw: "Hammer my cunt!" Expressions shifted – her mouth agape in shockwaves of pleasure, my brow furrowed in focus.
I eased to sensual, grinding slow, kissing her deeply, tongues battling as I circled her depths. "You taste like sin," I growled. Passion surged, her nails scoring my back as I rocked steadily, her moans melodic, body arching. Then savage-romantic: slamming while cradling her face, biting her lip tenderly amid the fury. I angled for her G-spot, her pussy squirting around the condom, face contorting in ecstasy, cries of "Cum for me!" But I held, flipping her doggy, ass rippling with each thrust, her filth pouring: "Breed me safe, you stud." Finally, I pulled out, stripping the condom to spill across her ass, ropes of cum painting her skin, both gasping, her limp in euphoric haze  |
