“Melissa, lunch please,” came a commanding voice over the
intercom. Melissa tore her eyes away from her spreadsheet and ambled
over to the kitchen to heed her CEO’s request. Just shy of six feet
tall, petite, with a busty figure and a firm, tight derriere, Melissa
was precisely the type of personal assistant you would expect to find at
a hedge fund as prestigious as MacMillan & Co. She moved with a
sleek, purposeful elegance, a carryover from her many years as a runway
model on the high streets of the Milan fashion scene.
Reaching into a refrigerated tank in the middle of the kitchen,
Melissa grabbed a handful of live frogs and placed them in a large
bucket, topping them off with a good measure of dead flies from a jar on
the counter. She could sense that her boss was hungry today. With lunch
in tow, Melissa strolled back into the well-furnished office complex,
her perfect buttocks gyrating with each step, and stopped at a mahogany
door emblazoned with the initials T.M. After a courtesy knock, she
entered the office.
Trevor MacMillan sat powerfully at a gigantic oak desk, his
hulking figure poring over the company’s impressive quarterly
financials. Trevor was no ordinary crocodile. From his humble beginnings
as a fresh-faced intern in the swamps of the Okahara in the Amazon, he
had worked tirelessly to establish MacMillan & Co. into the
financial powerhouse it is today. Truth be told, this was among the many
reasons why Melissa had secretly fallen in love with him.
“Smells great” remarked Trevor, in his signature baritone. Melissa
glided over to the very expensive oak desk in the middle of the office
and laid the bucket onto the polished marble floor. Trevor glanced up
from his desk and peered into the bucket. “Extra flies!” he boomed, “You
know me all too well”. Trevor smiled, revealing several rows of perfect
white teeth. “Although you do know I’m trying to watch my figure.”
“I thought you might appreciate a little extra today,” Melissa met
his smile with a stunning one of her own. “Besides, I think your figure
is amazing.”
“Thank you, Melissa. That’ll be all.” Trevor gave her another
chiseled smile and returned to his work. Melissa felt her heart skip a
beat as she curtsied and exited the office. On her way out, Trevor
couldn’t help but steal a glance at her dazzling backside. He had of
course shared many a bed with his fair share of exceedingly-attractive
females: Playboy playmates, A-List actresses, not to mention some of the
most desirable crocodiles in all the Amazon. But there was something
about Melissa that excited him primally, something that stoked a fire
deep inside him that he was simply powerless to extinguish. Little did
Melissa know, that Trevor had himself fallen madly in love with her.
Trevor sighed deeply and emptied the entire bucket of frogs into his mouth.
Woke up late, sheets tangled, half-hard, body already buzzing. It
wasn’t just morning wood—it was that deep kind of hunger. Not for
connection, not for comfort. Just raw need. Opened Grindr before even brushing my teeth. Found a guy a few blocks away, no nonsense—just “hung, hosting, into being used.” Perfect.
I threw on joggers, walked over. He barely said a word when he let
me in. We went straight to the bedroom. He was already ready for it,
practically shaking. I didn’t hold back. There’s something about being
the first guy someone takes that day—like you’re setting the tone.
After, I cleaned up, nodded goodbye, walked out like I’d just picked up
coffee.
Showered. Hit the gym. Picked up dry cleaning. Tried to move on
with my day, but my body still felt lit. Like my skin remembered the
heat, and it wasn’t done yet.
I got back home, paced around for twenty minutes, then opened Grindr again.
Second guy was younger, lean, into “rough top energy.” Said he
wanted to be “wrecked”—his words. I told him I don’t talk big, I just
show up. He was at my door 30 minutes later. He had that nervous, cocky
look—wanted it fast, hard, and with no sweet talk. I gave it to him.
Controlled, intense. I stayed in his head the whole time. When he left,
he looked dazed—barefoot, still trying to process it. I watched him walk
down the hall and didn’t even close the door until he was gone.
Took a second shower. Threw on black jeans and a loose tee, met friends in the West Village
for drinks. Tried to act normal, laugh, chill—but I was still wired.
That kind of deep-in-your-body tension where it’s like your senses
haven’t shut off yet.
Then he showed up.
Friend of a friend. Soft smile, thick thighs, deep voice. We were
flirting before he even said hi. I invited him over “for a nightcap,”
and he didn’t hesitate. Back at my place, the shift was immediate. He
had that quiet dominance—hands on my neck, lips on my ear, no
hesitation. When he took control, I let him. Fully. I didn’t finish, but
I didn’t care. I needed that energy—needed to feel someone else take
over for a minute.
He left around 2am. I laid there, shirtless, heart pounding,
unsatisfied in the best-worst way. My legs were still shaking a little,
and I was still hard.
So I opened Grindr. One last hit.
Found a guy I’d seen around before—older, built like a tank,
discreet, dominant. He messaged, “Still up?” I said, “Door’s open.”
When he walked in, the whole room shifted. He looked at me like he
already knew what I needed. Hands on my chest, body against mine, voice
low. No rush. Just control. He took his time—knew exactly how to push
every edge. And when I finally let go, it wasn’t just physical—it felt
like an entire day’s worth of tension snapping all at once.
After he left, I lay there, sheets wrecked, chest rising slow. Four guys. One day. And somehow, I still wanted
So basically there was a guy in a rave and I am telling u I go to raves
almost naked so basically we were in a pit and friend get pulled the
other side and we loose eachother then I message him he is like stay
there we'll meet later it's too crowdy then I start enjoying and a man
comes from back and starts bumping into me but I give him a flirty side
eye and he starts to touch my 🍒 and hump me basically and that gives me
orgasm so basically then we go to the bathroom and he freaking pulls
from my hair gets me on my knees and makes me open my mouth and suck it
repeatedly and then he makes me bend down with the support of a wall and
fucks me so much that I am screaming but then his friend also join and I
am telling them to stop they pick me up go to a motel near by and ties
my hands and legs to the bed and fucks me and then my "friend" comes
removes my clothes and starts kissing me and the other guy is fucking me
and the another guy is trying to fit his dick in my mouth and after
that they take photos and then show them to me and say they will leek
them if I don't dance so they make me shake my boobs my ass and then do u
know what with the pole and suck there dicks and the cum and make it
clean but I kinda enjoyed it and we sometimes do it again and my
bestfriend also joins
I lived in a close nit neighborhood and was in the process of a
divorce. I moved about 20 miles from my old house and noticed I never
heard from my old friends. One day I was in my old neighborhood and ran
into the wife of a neighbor/friend. I asked why I was not invited to
any get togethers anymore. She was a little flustered and Invited to a
party that weekend. I showed up and was pretty much Ignored. After
awhile a good looking woman started taking to me and I told her the
whole story. I excused myself and went to the restroom. After a few
minutes there was a knock on the door. It was the pretty woman. She
asked to come in. We made out for a few minutes and then she gave me a
great handjob. She left Andi cleaned up. When I went outside she was
gone. I later found out it was the sister of the woman that invited me.
All attempts two get her sisters number was met with much hostility. lol
Our "first night" happened two nights early, with my mom sleeping in the same room.
I was 24 M, my wife was 21 we just married, and after one day, we
have 2 more days for our first night (actually it's not the first night
we had many such nights together ).
We had to sleep on the floor mat in a separate room, as since the
first night is planned after 2 more days we were accompanied by my mom,
elder sister, and some others. They were sleeping in bed in the same
room and we were sleeping on the floor mat.
I hugged my just wife from behind, and put my hand on her waist
and navel. Slowly slide my hand to the top to touch her breasts, she
started touching my cock top from my pants.
My cock became hard,and I slowly slid my hand to rub her clitoris
and slowly kept my finger in her vagina. She started to give a very slow
moan sound. I asked her to turn towards me, and we started liplock, and
while liplock I was rubbing her vagina and she took my penis out by
unzipping my pant and taking out from my underware, and stroking my
penis.
Then I asked her to turn around, lifted the saree up and slid down
her panties, and put my cock slowly inside her wet pussy from back, we
both felt very good and I started to move and fuck. I'm very sure there
might have seen. I fucked for 30 mins, and released sperm inside her.
Then cleaned my penis with her saree.
I remember the first time we got to chill, like just us. And where
it lead too. You, my friend’s older brother. Me just 4 years younger.
We got to finally got to hang out. We played truth or dare. That whole
night you tested the waters. You must have smelled the excitement oozing
off me. Those waters ended up me being my first time I sat between your
legs. With all my excitement and anxiousness I felt that night. Idk
why. Before we knew it, I was sitting on the floor just staring at your
dick.
As it just got harder and harder. Then with a few twitches from
its growth, you picked it up and pointed it at my mouth. With a little
bounce gesture, I knew you wanted me to put in my mouth. With a watering
mouth and without hesitation I did😮💨. The taste of you. How thick
you were. The way it felt on my tongue. The way the veins throbbing as I
took more and more of you in my mouth. I melted into the floor😩. It
felt so good to do what I fantasized about.
With every stroke, the head of your dick got bigger and bigger. As
it slips into the back of my throat, I started to get so hard. I’m on
my knees, dick in mouth, no pant on with my dick just dripping pre-cum.
As your dick touch my soul, my lips wrap around your dick perfectly. As
my lips meet half way down the shaft, you placed hand at the base of my
neck. Simultaneously you decided to thrust your hips, pushing your dick
further in and down my throat.
Not expecting it, my eye popped open. Wide as saucers. As the
moment continued, my lips settled at the base of your dick. Every inch
was inside my throat. The realization of what was going on made me melt
further into the floor. At this moment, all I wanted to do is make you
nut. Not just cum. I wanted to make you nut harder than ever. I wanted
to just be your cum vessel for the night.
With a few stroke of full throat, you pull that big dick out of my
throat and started tapping me on the face. Dick just drenched in my
throat juices. As I try and caught my breath, you grabbed my head once
more. As I look at you from my knee you shoved your dick back into my
mouth as you started stroking. And stroked. And stroked. I felt amazing
inside, my first experience and I’m loving every second. I never wanted
this night to end.
With a slight whisper from amongst his moans of ”oh fuck I’m about
to nut”. The second I heard you say that I picked up my pace. Sucking
harder. Sucking deeper and faster. My lip slam against your pelvis. With
a throat full of dick, ball slapping my chin. I felt your body start to
tense up knowing you wanted to feed me every you had in your ball. It
was all mine.
With one last stroke you unloaded every stress, every worry, every
drop of nut you had for me. I sit, my throat filling up with your warm,
thick, and creamy nut. You pull your dick out and let the last few drop
shot across my face. I truly felt amazing you allowed me to pleasure
you. To please my true fantasy.
