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Faholic has discovered chatGPT/ AI slop. Even the prompts seem same. All stories begin with describing the place and the night. All the beats seem alike. Give me badly written, ungrammatical but real experiences written with human emotions any day over this AI slop. Also for admins, this person is over all the threads writing similar stories. | Attraction towards slim boys
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Ravi's Office Quickie Seduction
Ravi was the new junior dev, 25, shy guy with a tight *** that showed in his chinos. I caught him staring at my bulge during team meetings. My pants always hug my 8-inch-long, 9-inch-thick *** tight, mushroom head making a fat line. One late-night coding sprint, office empty at 11 PM, I called him to my cabin. "Ravi, lock the door. You keep looking at my pants. Want to see it for real?" He blushed hard, eyes wide, but nodded. I unzipped slow, let my heavy *** flop out throbbing. "Touch it." He dropped to knees, hands shaking, stroking the veins. That clicked it—he was hooked. No money, just my size seduced him.
In my glass cabin, blinds down, I pushed him against the desk. Foreplay started hot—kissed his neck rough, yanked his shirt off, pinched his nipples till he moaned soft. *** his *** quick to lube my fingers, then rimmed his *** bent over files—tongue deep in his tight hole, slurping musky taste for 10 minutes till he leaked precum. Hardcore hit: stood him up, spit-lubed my fat ***, rammed his virgin *** from behind. He gasped loud, "Boss, too thick!" But pushed back greedy. Slammed balls-deep savage, desk shaking, his cheeks rippling red with each thrust. Pulled hair, *** 15 minutes brutal till I blasted hot ropes across his back, *** dripping down. Soft end: held him close, kissed slow, whispered "Good boy" as he shivered in my arms.
Now, weekly quickies in office restrooms. He texts "Meeting?" code for *** and bend. Five years running, my *** slave.
Priya's One-Shot Conquest
Priya, 28, analyst with juicy tits and round ***, flirted at team lunches. Her eyes ate my bulge during presentations. After Diwali party, parking lot drunk, I cornered her by her scooter. "Priya, you stare at my *** print all day. I see your *** sway—want me to grab it?" She giggled tipsy, hand brushing my tent. "Show me." I pulled her into my car backseat, hiked her saree, fingered her wet *** slow. "One time only, ride me." She nodded hungry—no cash needed, my touch clicked her lust.
Car backseat steamed up fast. Foreplay wild—*** her dark nipples hard, bit thighs, tongue-*** her sopping *** till first squirt soaked leather. She begged, "*** now!" Rolled condom, she mounted reverse cowgirl—*** gripping my girth like vice, bouncing tits wild as she slammed down. Hardcore ramped: flipped doggy tight space, pounded merciless, her screams echoing car. Squirted twice more, juices puddling. Ended with deep dump inside condom, then soft cuddles—kissed her sweaty neck, stroked hair as she purred "Best ever."
One-shot, but she leaks wet in meetings, eyes begging repeat.
Karthik's Three-Shot Weekend
Karthik, 32, muscular team lead and dad. Caught him in office gym shower jerking slow last year. Door half-open, I walked in naked post-workout, my wet bulge swinging. "Need help, big man?" He froze, *** hard, but stared at my thick meat. "Boss... yeah." Dried off, took him to pantry cabinet late evening. "*** first." He knelt in the dark corner, throated deep—spit gagging as I face-***. "My place this weekend." Size and command seduced him easy.
His Anna Nagar flat, king bed arena. Foreplay marathon: tied wrists loose with tie, paddle-whipped his *** red slow, then rimmed deep 20 minutes—tongue swirling his hairy hole till he bucked moaning. Shot one: throat-*** to explosion, hot *** flooding his gullet greedy swallow. Hardcore shot two: missionary wreck hours, legs pinned high, bareback slamming his *** till hands-free nut, hole frothy. Shot three: bukkake kneel finale, ropes glazing his beard thick. Soft close: untied, massaged sore ***, cuddled whispering praises.
Monthly overnights now, total slave begging weekends.
Meera's Hotel Mix
Meera, 26, HR cutie with D-cups. During her appraisal, I leaned close, "Good work. Want a bonus?" Her eyes dropped to my tented slacks. "What kind?" Smirked, showed phone pic of my ***. "This. Hotel after client trip." She bit lip, nodded—size bribe clicked her.
Bangalore hotel room post-bar. Foreplay steamed: stripped slow, worshipped tits *** nipples raw, rimmed her *** bent over balcony 20 minutes till squirt gushed floor. Hardcore: missionary *** pound condom-tight, tits bouncing wild; flipped doggy ***-*** bleeding faint but screaming "Deeper!" Round two dump deep in her hole. Soft end: spooned in sheets, kissed forehead, fed her water gentle.
Mixed now—office storage quickies, her squirting on my tongue command.
Vikram's BDSM Regular
Vikram, 29, sales hunk bubble ***. Team outing drunk truth game—he spilled sub dreams. Next day pantry late, pulled him close. "Saw you stare my bulge. Want chains?" Showed BDSM pics on phone. He shivered yes—kink tease seduced fast.
His Porur flat first time. Foreplay BDSM hot: cuffed chair, blindfold, paddle-red *** till tears, nipple clamps biting as I rimmed sloppy. Hardcore: prone bone floor crush, bareback girth splitting him gaping, CBT balls tied yanked mid-thrust. Whipped *** light, *** to screams. Soft after: uncuffed, lotioned bruises, held tight kissing slow.
Weekly BDSM at his place—whips, ropes, my *** his reward.
Lakshmi's Office-Only Quickies
Lakshmi, 34, curvy senior dev MILF. Power outage trapped us stairwell. Dark close, I grabbed her thick thigh. "Feel my hard ***?" Pressed bulge against ***. She gasped wet, "Yes boss." Fingers in her panties clicked it—no words needed.
Stairwell shadows. Foreplay quick fire: ate her *** feral against wall till squirt down legs, fingered *** deep. Hardcore: bent over railing, fat *** raw-split her *** brutal silent, hair pull, cheeks clapping soft to hide noise. Dumped creamy deep inside. Soft end: hugged wall, kissed neck whispering "Wet dream come true."
Office-only now—elevators, conference 10-min pounds, her "Master" whispers.
Arjun's One-Shot Pool Party
Arjun, 27, twink designer. Pool party Speedo bulge got his eyes popping poolside. Locker room alone, pinned him. "Saw you stare. Taste it?" Pulled down suit, *** smacked his face. He knelt instant—hunger seduced.
Locker bench steamy. Foreplay slick: rimmed his shaved hole 10 minutes sloppy wet, *** his *** teasing. Hardcore: reverse cowgirl bounce, thin body impaled balls-deep, *** cheeks swallowing lap hypnotic. Nutted flooding his guts hot. Soft close: showered together, soapy hugs, slow kisses.
One-shot, but design meets leave him leaking.
Deepa's Three-Round Marathon
Deepa, 30, tester phat *** squirter. Coffee flirt: "Your *** kills me." Pantry late, showed bulge pic. "*** me boss." Fingers test-squirt on chair seduced her wet.
Her cubicle after hours. Foreplay: desk spread, tongue-*** *** to first gush. Round one hardcore: doggy *** bareback wreck, squirt keyboard flood. Round two: throat gagging puke-spit, *** gulped. Round three: *** missionary legs pinned, shithole bred deep. Soft: cuddled desk, stroked hair praising.
Monthly hotel marathons, squirting queen.
Suresh's Regular Slave
Suresh, 31, beefy ops. Grindr pic match spotted team. "My flat post-shift." He came nervous. Collared door instant: "Kneel slave." Collar click seduced total.
His PG room tight space. Foreplay: CBT tie balls, whip *** light, rim *** hogtie. Hardcore: ***-pound bound, hole spasm begging, throat cleanup. Soft: untied, cuddled praising "Perfect sub."
Office bathroom glory, weekend ropes regular.
My whole team is aware of me being pervert and im in to both men and women.,who cares and those who dares get my ***. | Attraction towards slim boys
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e Chennai office party pulsed wild that Friday night—dim lights, thumping music, free booze flowing at the rooftop terrace. I spotted him across the crowd: Vikram, husband of my colleague Lakshmi, a beefy IT guy in his late 30s, broad shoulders and thick thighs filling his shirt and trousers. We'd chatted work gossip before; tonight, shots hit hard, loosening tongues and pants. By midnight, we were both sloshed, laughing sloppy in a corner booth, his wife long gone home. "You're packing heat down there," he slurred, eyes flicking my crotch after I adjusted my obvious bulge. My 8-inch-long, 9-inch-thick beast stirred. Game on.
Grabbed his wrist firm. "Follow me, boy. Time to serve." Dragged him stumbling to his nearby Anna Nagar flat—door slammed, clothes ripped off fast. His body gleamed sweaty: hairy chest, fat *** begging, *** semi-hard but ignored. Pushed him to knees, unzipped slow—my wrist-thick monster flopped heavy on his face, mushroom head smearing lips. "***, bitch." He obeyed drunk-***, throat stretching sloppy around girth, gagging spit rivers as I skull-*** rough, balls slapping chin. "Good start, slave."
Found their kink drawer from Lakshmi's hints—cuffs, ropes, paddle, plug. Cuffed wrists to bedposts spread-eagle, blindfolded tight. Whipped his *** red with the paddle—crack after crack, cheeks blooming purple, his moans turning to begs. "Master, please!" Lubed the fat plug, rammed it deep—twisting brutal, stretching his hairy hole while I jerked my *** over his face. "This *** is mine tonight." Tongue next—yanked plug, dove feral rimming his sweaty pucker, *** rim nasty while fingering prostate hard. He bucked wild, leaking precum puddles, drunk haze fueling total submission.
Mounted missionary—lube slick, sank balls-deep savage into his gripping ***. Legs pinned high, I pounded merciless—long strokes gut-pulling froth, hips slamming cheeks raw. "Take your master's ***, cuck!" Sweat poured, bed creaking thunder; flipped him doggy, ropes binding ankles wide, paddle smacking mid-thrust. He nutted hands-free twice, hole spasming vice-tight, but no mercy—edged him merciless, denying release. Midnight blurred: nipple clamps biting pecs, hot wax dripping abs, *** ring trapping his pathetic *** throbbing blue.
Handover hit 2 AM—wife called frantic. "Vikram's drunk, passed out at party?" I smirked, tied him hogtie-style on floor—gag-ball muffling grunts, plug vibrating low. "Tell her you're crashing at a friend's. Truth is, you're my ***-drunk bitch till dawn." Phone tossed, back to wrecking: throat-*** him gagging till puke-spit trailed, then rode his face—*** grinding his tongue deep while stroking my beast. "Lick master's hole clean, slave."
BDSM marathon raged. Whipped *** lightly till he begged, then bareback ***-pounded prone bone—crushing his bulk, deep grinds owning guts. CBT play: balls tied tight, yanked during thrusts, screams muffled blissful. By 4 AM, exhaustion loomed—he drooled wrecked, hole gaping rosy, body striped red. Final domination: uncuffed to knees, skull-*** savage before erupting—hot ropes flooding throat, choking every thick drop down as he gulped owned, tears streaming.
Morning light crept in; untied slow, aftercare soft—water, cuddles, praises. "Good boy. Owned perfectly." He stumbled home marked—bruises hidden under clothes, *** throbbing my ***. Lakshmi messaged later: "He crashed hard. Thanks for watching him." Grinned. My collar stayed secret, sessions set for weekly. | Prostate / medical fitness examination
He is living in his fantacy world and writing f k fiction..... spoiling the mood of readers..... | Gay experience with celebs
NO : 1
The Porur night hummed electric as I pulled up to Arjun's swanky bachelor pad—a sleek 2BHK tucked in a gated Chennai enclave, walls lined with Vijay TV posters of his chiseled smirks and big-screen cameos. He's that hunk actor everyone drools over—6'1" ripped frame, broad pecs straining tees, thick thighs from gym obsession—but off-camera, a total submissive bottom ***, craving real men to own him. We'd hooked up on a discreet app; his bio screamed "humble roles, hungry hole." Tonight, his turf, my rules.
Door cracked, he greeted shirtless in tight shorts, that famous jawline flushing shy. "Been waiting, daddy," he murmured, eyes dropping to my crotch tent. I shoved him inside, pinning him wall-first—lips crashing rough, tongue claiming his *** while hands yanked those shorts down. His fat *** flopped free, but ignored it; groped his meaty *** instead—two plump globes, smooth-shaved, hole already twitching under fabric. "On your knees, starboy," I growled. He dropped eager, peeling my jeans to worship my 8-inch-long, 9-inch-thick beast—mushroom head smearing pre across his pretty lips.
He throated sloppy like a pro—gagging deep, spit rivers drooling chin, cheeks bulging around wrist-thick girth. "***, Vijay TV don't know their hero chokes *** like this," I taunted, grabbing his hair for face-fucks—balls slapping chin, throat convulsing greedy. Pulled out slick, bent him over his own leather couch facing a mirror—spread those celeb cheeks wide, tongue diving feral into his musky pucker. Rimmed wild, 20 minutes of sloppy worship—*** rim, tongue-*** deep till his hole winked soaked, *** leaking puddles on the floor. He moaned pornstar-loud, "Eat me daddy, own this sub ***!"
Fingers next—three thick ones scissoring his tight ring sloppy, curling prostate hits that made his ripped body quake. "Ready for the main scene?" I lubed my pig meat heavy, pressed fat head to his star hole. He pushed back desperate—ring popping greedy, swallowing half my length in one greedy gulp. "Too thick! But breed me!" I slammed home balls-deep, owning that hunk *** missionary on his coffee table—legs pinned high, pecs bouncing with every brutal thrust. Mirror showed it all: his famous face twisted slutty, my hips hammering merciless, cheeks rippling red.
Flipped doggy on the rug—his Vijay TV award glinting nearby as I railed savage, long strokes gut-pulling froth, balls clapping loud. Sweat poured, room stinking ***; he begged like a bitch, "Harder, wreck your actor hole!" Switched to prone bone, crushing his 90kg frame—deep grinds owning guts, edging us both till he nutted hands-free, ropes splatting his abs. Final stretch: yanked to knees, throated him sloppy seconds before erupting—hot gallons flooding his throat, choking every drop down as he gulped owned.
Collapsed tangled on his silk sheets, his sub body spooned to my still-throbbing meat. "Come direct my next shoot," he whispered wrecked. Left at dawn, his hole gaping my mark—Vijay TV's secret cumdump hooked.
NO :2
The sultry Chennai evening pulsed with Dakshinachitra's rustic vibes—mud huts, folk drums echoing—as I wandered the open-air museum after hours, sneaking past closing crowds. That's when I spotted him: Ravi, the streetplay artist, a lanky country boy from rural Tamil Nadu villages. Thin frame like a reed, barely 5'8" and wiry 60kg, but ***—that *** was a monster. Two massive, round globes straining his faded lungi during rehearsal, jiggling hypnotic as he danced folk steps on the dirt stage. We locked eyes mid-performance; his shy grin screamed submissive hunger.
Post-show, I cornered him by the costume tent, beer in hand from a nearby stall. "That *** steals the show, village boy," I growled low. He blushed deep brown, wiping sweat, lungi tenting slight. "Anna, you watched?" Hooked instant. Invited him to my nearby Porur flat for "drama talk." He followed eager, thin legs strutting that shelf-*** swaying obscene.
Door shut, no words—yanked his lungi off, revealing smooth dark skin and that unreal booty: fat cheeks spilling wide, hairy crack hiding a pink pucker begging. Pushed him couch-face-down, spread 'em brutal. Tongue first—wild rimjob on his musky country hole, slurping deep, *** rim like mango juice. He moaned rural-filthy in Tamil, "Aiyo, eat my *** anna!" Thin body quaking, huge *** humping back as I tongue-*** 15 minutes sloppy, his little *** leaking sand-dust precum.
Fingers invaded—three twisting his tight ring wide, prostate curls making him buck wild. "*** your stage now," I lubed my 8-inch-long, 9-inch-thick beast heavy. He begged country-style, "Daavudi da! Split my fat ***!" Fat head popped his ring greedy—inch by girthy inch sinking into that thin-frame contrast, cheeks swallowing my lap whole. Missionary wreck on the floor—his skinny legs pinned sky-high, massive *** rippling with every balls-deep slam. "Tighter than village virgins!" I railed savage, sweat mixing mud scent, his moans echoing like streetplay chants.
Doggy next over the couch arm—grabbed those huge globes like handles, pounding gut-deep, cheeks clapping thunder. He nutted hands-free, ropes splatting thin abs, hole spasming vice-tight. Flipped reverse cowgirl—his bony hips bouncing greedy, *** meat wobbling hypnotic till I yanked up, throated him sloppy. Erupted hot floods down his gullet—gallons choking every drop as he gulped owned, eyes watering bliss.
Collapsed spooned, his monster *** nestled my throbbing meat. "Next Dakshinachitra show, back row ***?" he whispered wrecked. Left him gaping rosy, country hole addicted—streetplay star turned my personal stage ***. | Safe sex/HIV positive discussion
For safety, I stay on PrEP, embracing those intimate, unprotected moments with partners' full consent. Beyond that precaution, I openly share my recent negative HIV test results, offering complete reassurance to my eager bottoms. Yet, at heart, I'm a passionate devotee of bareback bliss—whether plunging deep into a velvet *** or claiming a tight, welcoming ***. | Prostate / medical fitness examination
Not medical fitness though but airport frisking got me hard on instant:
The Dubai airport buzzed with late-night crowds as I hit security check-in, my tight pants hugging my 8-inch-long, 9-inch-thick *** and heavy balls snug. The Arab security guy—tall, muscled, dark beard framing a smirk—wanded me slow, eyes dropping to my crotch when it twitched. His scanner beeped wild over my bulge as blood rushed south, mushroom head swelling fat and obvious, snaking a thick ridge down my thigh. I got rock-hard instant, pants tenting slutty, precum spotting the fabric. He froze, stared hungry, then muttered low, "Wait inside check room. Now."
Heart pounding, I stepped into the small private room—mirrors, steel table, dim light. He locked in, uniform tight on his thick frame, eyes locked on my throb. "What's packed in your underwear? Drugs?" I grinned dirty. "Nothing—just my fat *** and balls. Your wand got me so ***, it hardened right up." He licked lips, adjusting his own bulge. "Wait lounge 7, 30 minutes. No move." I nodded, *** pulsing as he left.
Lounge 7 was quiet, plush seats empty. I sat, stroking subtle through pants, edging the ache. Exactly 30 minutes, he struts in with another Arab staffer—younger, leaner, naughty grin flashing gold tooth. They whisper, both glance my way smirking ear-to-ear, knowing looks. First guy nods me over. "Follow." We snake through staff halls to a hidden private washroom—spotless marble, lock heavy, AC humming cold.
Door clicks shut. He yanks me close, lips crash hot—tongues sloppy, beards scratching, hands groping wild. "Saw your donkey ***. Need taste," he growls, dropping to knees. Unzips me fast, my wrist-thick beast springs free, veins bulging, head slick with pre. He throats hungry—gagging deep, spit drooling chin, cheeks hollowing as he chokes balls-deep. I grab his head, face-*** rough—thrusts slamming throat raw, his moans muffled nasty. Fingers yank his pants down, exposing a hairy, plump Arab ***—tight hole winking.
Bent him over sink, spit-lubed my pig meat, rammed in brutal. His ring pops greedy around fat head, swallowing inch by inch till balls slap taint. "***, tighter than camel ***!" I pound savage—long strokes gut-pulling, cheeks rippling red, mirror fogging from his grunts. He pushes back slutty, *** milking hard, *** leaking on floor. Flip missionary on counter—legs pinned wide, hammering deep while jerking his thick 7-incher. Sweat pours, he nuts first—ropes splatting his uniform—then I flood his guts, hot gallons pumping deep, bubbling out frothy as he quakes.
He pulls up pants quick, zips, smirks. "Dress slow. Out in 5—not before." Door clicks, he's gone. I catch breath, *** still half-hard slick with *** juice. Five minutes tick—open door sneaky. Shock: second guy waits outside, naughty grin wider, blocking my exit. "Where you go? Give me what you gave him." Clueless blink. "What?" He laughs low. "I know. Partners. We share *** like this. Your turn *** me too." Realization hits—their lounge smiles were setup. I nod ***, pull him inside, lock tight.
Younger one's wilder—strips fast, lean body gleaming, smooth *** cheeks fat and ready, hole shaved pink. "Breed me hard, habibi." Shove him wall-facing, tongue first—rim sloppy deep, eating his musky pucker like candy, fingers scissoring wide. He moans piggish, *** dripping. "*** now!" Lube his spit, mount doggy over toilet—sink balls-deep savage, girth stretching him obscene. "Ya Allah, donkey *** rips me!" I rail merciless—hips slamming, balls clapping loud, his hole gaping frothy with each pull-out. Sweat stinks room, mirrors steaming.
Switch to sink edge—he rides reverse cowgirl, bouncing greedy, *** cheeks swallowing my lap whole. I smack red, finger his nuts, pounding up brutal till he squirts hands-free—*** spraying tiles. Flip prone on floor, crush him heavy—deep grind owning guts, then jackhammer finish. Pull out, spin him kneeling: throat-*** sloppy seconds, then blast ropes across face—thick hot waves glazing beard, lips, eyes. He gulps what he can, licks clean grinning. "Best shift ever."
We clean quick, slip out separate—me to gate, them to posts. *** throbs sore, *** wrecked theirs forever. Dubai flights hit different now. | Ever convinced anyone for sex by offering favors?
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In Chennai office meetings, my tight pants hug my fat 8-inch-long, 9-inch-thick *** so nasty—the huge mushroom head makes a slutty ridge everyone sees throb. Priya, that curvy bitch co-worker, stares like a whore every time I present, eyes glued to my swinging bulge, hungry as ***. I drool over her thick round bubble *** shaking in sarees, juicy cheeks begging to be split. Eight months of dirty looks, but she stays shy.
Pondy Bazaar shopping day, we bump alone. Easy chat, then I hit raw: "Priya, can I grope that fat ***? I've jerked thinking of it longer than you eye-*** my *** print." She panics, scans for ears, face red and shocked. "What?!" she gasps. "You know, ***. I crave pounding that hole better than your limp-*** husband. Try my meat once—if it wrecks you good, we *** more. No try, no 'no'." She freezes, *** probably dripping, no words. We split. I chill with plans.
Plan A yes: drag her fat *** to ECR villa, breed her sloppy all day. Plan B no: bulge-tease harder at work, freeball boners popping obvious till her *** aches. Ten days silent. Work-only chats, but ten run-ins—cafeteria, checks, halls. I flaunt filthy: thin joggers, *** snaking half-hard, precum spotting when she stares. She bites lips, thighs clench, nipples poke.
Friday leave, then her dirty call. "Weekend ***?" "Your call, still need yes." "Yes... conditions." "Scared but need ***. Hubby fails—five years, no squirt, tiny ***." I growl, "I'll tongue your shithole till you gush like a fountain. Pay after—you name price if *** happy." "Pay?!" "Yeah, post-pounding." Done. Wednesday off, her fancy Kotturpuram house.
She yanks me in, slutty nightie hugging *** meat. 40 minutes nasty foreplay: maul tits, bite neck, finger her sopping *** rough. "*** that horse ***?" "Nah—eat your dirty *** first." Face-down on marital bed, yank cheeks wide, tongue spears her puckered shithole—sloppy rimjob, *** rim deep nasty, spit-*** inside. Fifteen minutes filth, she squirts buckets! *** sprays wild, body convulses, "Fuuuck, first filthy orgasm!"
"*** my holes raw!" she begs. Lube floods for my wrist-thick pig meat. Bleeds pink taking head, but grinds back slutty. *** strangles tight, I ram balls-deep—savage slams, *** clap loud, she squirts gushing. Door bangs—a dude! *** shrivels. Her: "Chill, hubby Raj. He watches cuck ***." Shock—he plops chairside, pathetic nub stiff. 15 minutes recovery: her whore *** slurps my limp meat hard again, gagging deep.
Cuck fest on. Round one: missionary pound her sloppy *** bareback, legs wrecked high, squirt sprays twice hitting walls. Pull out, hose her *** lips with thick ropes—*** puddle nasty. Round two: *** *** doggy—lube her virgin ring, sink brutal, cheeks ripple red. She squirts ***-only, screaming pig. Breed guts deep, *** farts out frothy white while Raj jerks frantic.
Two down, *** soft. She drops whore-style, throats my beast—gags balls-deep, puke spit rivers, eyes water as she worships for him. Round three: yank beside cuck, jerk explosion—massive ropes blast her *** face, glaze lips cheeks tongue, splatter his bitch grin too. They snowball *** sloppy, tongues swapping my load. Final finger-squirt wrecks her shaking.
Four hours, five gushes total. No pay— "Worth gold, bull. Breed again." Leave with her *** scent, hooked forever. | Attraction towards slim boys
I am slim 21 black btm here | Seeing men in underwears is hot af
I love flaunting my massive bulge—it's impossible to hide with my huge mushroom *** head straining every layer. Even in tight underwear and pants, that thick ridge outlines clear, throbbing for attention. Over time, I turned it into a game, deliberately showing off everywhere: squeezing into small joggers for office meetings, letting the outline pulse as eyes lock on. Freeballing on beach walks amps the thrill—watching guys stare, jaws drop, *** twitch as my heavy meat swings bold.
Pools are my playground too. Speedos hug my girth just right, water making it swell obscene while hunks sneak peeks, adjusting themselves. But damn, I'm obsessed with prime round ***—cyclists' pumped glutes flexing in shorts, walkers' thick cheeks rolling on sandy shores. Spotting that juicy meat makes my bulge throb harder, craving to grind up and claim it raw.
| Hv u ever got raped / molested by anyone, which still traumatize you?
I was blackmailed by two of my schoolmates in school at standard 8, they made a video of me semi naked & threatened to circulate, they were from rich family
They said ir I *** their *** then they will not circulate the video, I agreed then they took me to a abandoned place near to school a few days later there all 3 of us Go naked & I *** both their ***, both jerked their loads on my face & deleted the video | Married men - Are you ever interested in talking.
Any married bot in Delhi want to meet. | Attraction towards slim boys
Slim guys are easy to use and handle in bed. I like it when guy is slim and ready to submit | Hv u ever got raped / molested by anyone, which still traumatize you?
I was 10 and staying in the hostel. There was a senior who always comes to our room and tells us about *** and we were 4 roommates and he used to *** all 4 of us on different days while saying that today he’ll teach us new position to have ***. | Nudists in India
It is very exited to be nudist , i have be nude i home whenever situation happens and intentionally I did walking full nude in front of my grandmother, she was caught me naked with *** many times but at final she shouted at me , so I stopped it , but while doing those daring thing I very much liked it | National/International Travel
Hello!
I am visiting Udaipur from 2nd Feb to 5th Feb.
Anyone interested can dm we can plan some fun together 😀😀 | New Year Resolutions - Everyone share your thoughts.
Looking to try *** this year. Haven't tried yet since it's too tight. What are your thoughts | Nudists in India
@abhinash same here.. wish u were in pune would have loved to do it with u | Attraction towards slim boys
Kissing a slim face is always high. Holding the slim body, hips and kissing them | Nudists in India
Any nudists in bangalore? | Nudists in India
I wish to be nude at open places, be it terrace or jungle or river side or beach. Wish someone would know such place and we accompany me. | Nudists in India
I love being nude. I roam nude at home whenever alone. I wish to walk naked in beaches, park and forest | Hv u ever got raped / molested by anyone, which still traumatize you?
@naughtymanushya. I wouldn't really say that it's impossible to *** cause release of a watery liquid often while having an orgasm.
I've been jerking off since I was seven. And I do remember days when I used to do it more than twice, my shorts would get wet and my mom would ask me why I'm pissing my shorts!
But the actual thick white *** happens only after the age of 13-14. | Sex and alchohal
*** and acholo best combo | Hv u ever got raped / molested by anyone, which still traumatize you?
I need who can *** me i like this fantasy | New Year Resolutions - Everyone share your thoughts.
I want to get face *** and *** atleast once a week. | Married men - Are you ever interested in talking.
Does anyone like to get *** infront of the wife or show ur wife nude I'll *** both of u | Nudists in India
@shree89v wow.. i wish to sleep naked on beach where the sea water comes in enters the *** crack tickles the balls n make the nipples n belly button wet n silky.. get molested by the sun n sea water, moan on the sand of beach and seduce others n make them *** watching me | Nudists in India
Love be nude whenever possible and show off in front of others harmlessly. Been nude in lakes,sea and nature and would definitely say there is more to it. U not just shed ur clothes but also ur identity, faking and ego with it. | Nudists in India
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Damn, this reminds me of my old roommate. He used to wear these super tight V-shaped briefs/underwear and he’d just walk around the whole apartment in them like it was nothing. No pants, no shorts, just the underwear. His bulge was so *** obvious – thick outline, everything basically on display. I swear I used to get instantly turned on every time he walked past or bent over to pick something up. I was dying to drop to my knees and *** him right there in the living room, but he was 100% straight and I never had the balls to make a move. Still one of my biggest regrets lol.
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At 8, it is biologically impossible to ***. Not trying to diminish any traumatic experience, but just saying.. | Hv u ever got raped / molested by anyone, which still traumatize you?
One guy *** me when I was 8 years old. He was a tailor. I went to give measurements. This guy was alone and he closed the shop and while taking measurements for my waist, he just removed my pant and underwear and *** me. I cummed in his *** itself. Another old neighbor has given me handjob 3-4 times when I was barely 10 years old. One more I remember is our servant boy feeling my *** when I was young. But I wasn't traumatized by any of these though. Rather I enjoyed those interactions.
But the one I hated was a few years back when I called a Vtop guy to my hotel room. He just came and directly removed my clothes and all. Then he started biting my nipples - literally biting. It was not erotic one bit, it was rather painful. I kept telling him and after a few times, when he continued, I just pushed him off. Then somehow he left after mutual ***. Next day he again called and asked if he can come. I blasted him saying he behaved like a psycho biting so much and will never meet him again. He said sorry and cut the call. It took a week for the red marks to go away. I just hated that encounter but wasn't traumatized.
Another time, in a theater in Mumbai, I *** a labor guy. He was so manly and fit. He pushed his *** hard while using abusive words. He even pinched my ears with his nails. It turned me on that time and I cummed but I was feeling terrible for a short while. Later on though, whenever I think of that situation, I was feeling ***. Masturbated several times remembering that.
Overall, I was never traumatized but I feel for those who has to carry trauma, especially in their tender age. | Age Gap Relationships, What's Your Experience?
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He is doing on multiple threads. Admin should take note. | BDSM IN INDIA
I don't know what pervert pleasure they get by putting fake stories. I read first few lines and move on once I kno it is fake. Give me raw narration of a genuine encounter in imperfect language. But not this cr@p! | BDSM IN INDIA
Faholic has discovered chatGPT/ AI slop. Even the prompts seem same. All stories begin with describing the place and the night. All the beats seem alike. Give me badly written, ungrammatical but real experiences written with human emotions any day over this AI slop. Also for admins, this person is over all the threads writing similar stories. | Attraction towards slim boys
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Ravi's Office Quickie Seduction
Ravi was the new junior dev, 25, shy guy with a tight *** that showed in his chinos. I caught him staring at my bulge during team meetings. My pants always hug my 8-inch-long, 9-inch-thick *** tight, mushroom head making a fat line. One late-night coding sprint, office empty at 11 PM, I called him to my cabin. "Ravi, lock the door. You keep looking at my pants. Want to see it for real?" He blushed hard, eyes wide, but nodded. I unzipped slow, let my heavy *** flop out throbbing. "Touch it." He dropped to knees, hands shaking, stroking the veins. That clicked it—he was hooked. No money, just my size seduced him.
In my glass cabin, blinds down, I pushed him against the desk. Foreplay started hot—kissed his neck rough, yanked his shirt off, pinched his nipples till he moaned soft. *** his *** quick to lube my fingers, then rimmed his *** bent over files—tongue deep in his tight hole, slurping musky taste for 10 minutes till he leaked precum. Hardcore hit: stood him up, spit-lubed my fat ***, rammed his virgin *** from behind. He gasped loud, "Boss, too thick!" But pushed back greedy. Slammed balls-deep savage, desk shaking, his cheeks rippling red with each thrust. Pulled hair, *** 15 minutes brutal till I blasted hot ropes across his back, *** dripping down. Soft end: held him close, kissed slow, whispered "Good boy" as he shivered in my arms.
Now, weekly quickies in office restrooms. He texts "Meeting?" code for *** and bend. Five years running, my *** slave.
Priya's One-Shot Conquest
Priya, 28, analyst with juicy tits and round ***, flirted at team lunches. Her eyes ate my bulge during presentations. After Diwali party, parking lot drunk, I cornered her by her scooter. "Priya, you stare at my *** print all day. I see your *** sway—want me to grab it?" She giggled tipsy, hand brushing my tent. "Show me." I pulled her into my car backseat, hiked her saree, fingered her wet *** slow. "One time only, ride me." She nodded hungry—no cash needed, my touch clicked her lust.
Car backseat steamed up fast. Foreplay wild—*** her dark nipples hard, bit thighs, tongue-*** her sopping *** till first squirt soaked leather. She begged, "*** now!" Rolled condom, she mounted reverse cowgirl—*** gripping my girth like vice, bouncing tits wild as she slammed down. Hardcore ramped: flipped doggy tight space, pounded merciless, her screams echoing car. Squirted twice more, juices puddling. Ended with deep dump inside condom, then soft cuddles—kissed her sweaty neck, stroked hair as she purred "Best ever."
One-shot, but she leaks wet in meetings, eyes begging repeat.
Karthik's Three-Shot Weekend
Karthik, 32, muscular team lead and dad. Caught him in office gym shower jerking slow last year. Door half-open, I walked in naked post-workout, my wet bulge swinging. "Need help, big man?" He froze, *** hard, but stared at my thick meat. "Boss... yeah." Dried off, took him to pantry cabinet late evening. "*** first." He knelt in the dark corner, throated deep—spit gagging as I face-***. "My place this weekend." Size and command seduced him easy.
His Anna Nagar flat, king bed arena. Foreplay marathon: tied wrists loose with tie, paddle-whipped his *** red slow, then rimmed deep 20 minutes—tongue swirling his hairy hole till he bucked moaning. Shot one: throat-*** to explosion, hot *** flooding his gullet greedy swallow. Hardcore shot two: missionary wreck hours, legs pinned high, bareback slamming his *** till hands-free nut, hole frothy. Shot three: bukkake kneel finale, ropes glazing his beard thick. Soft close: untied, massaged sore ***, cuddled whispering praises.
Monthly overnights now, total slave begging weekends.
Meera's Hotel Mix
Meera, 26, HR cutie with D-cups. During her appraisal, I leaned close, "Good work. Want a bonus?" Her eyes dropped to my tented slacks. "What kind?" Smirked, showed phone pic of my ***. "This. Hotel after client trip." She bit lip, nodded—size bribe clicked her.
Bangalore hotel room post-bar. Foreplay steamed: stripped slow, worshipped tits *** nipples raw, rimmed her *** bent over balcony 20 minutes till squirt gushed floor. Hardcore: missionary *** pound condom-tight, tits bouncing wild; flipped doggy ***-*** bleeding faint but screaming "Deeper!" Round two dump deep in her hole. Soft end: spooned in sheets, kissed forehead, fed her water gentle.
Mixed now—office storage quickies, her squirting on my tongue command.
Vikram's BDSM Regular
Vikram, 29, sales hunk bubble ***. Team outing drunk truth game—he spilled sub dreams. Next day pantry late, pulled him close. "Saw you stare my bulge. Want chains?" Showed BDSM pics on phone. He shivered yes—kink tease seduced fast.
His Porur flat first time. Foreplay BDSM hot: cuffed chair, blindfold, paddle-red *** till tears, nipple clamps biting as I rimmed sloppy. Hardcore: prone bone floor crush, bareback girth splitting him gaping, CBT balls tied yanked mid-thrust. Whipped *** light, *** to screams. Soft after: uncuffed, lotioned bruises, held tight kissing slow.
Weekly BDSM at his place—whips, ropes, my *** his reward.
Lakshmi's Office-Only Quickies
Lakshmi, 34, curvy senior dev MILF. Power outage trapped us stairwell. Dark close, I grabbed her thick thigh. "Feel my hard ***?" Pressed bulge against ***. She gasped wet, "Yes boss." Fingers in her panties clicked it—no words needed.
Stairwell shadows. Foreplay quick fire: ate her *** feral against wall till squirt down legs, fingered *** deep. Hardcore: bent over railing, fat *** raw-split her *** brutal silent, hair pull, cheeks clapping soft to hide noise. Dumped creamy deep inside. Soft end: hugged wall, kissed neck whispering "Wet dream come true."
Office-only now—elevators, conference 10-min pounds, her "Master" whispers.
Arjun's One-Shot Pool Party
Arjun, 27, twink designer. Pool party Speedo bulge got his eyes popping poolside. Locker room alone, pinned him. "Saw you stare. Taste it?" Pulled down suit, *** smacked his face. He knelt instant—hunger seduced.
Locker bench steamy. Foreplay slick: rimmed his shaved hole 10 minutes sloppy wet, *** his *** teasing. Hardcore: reverse cowgirl bounce, thin body impaled balls-deep, *** cheeks swallowing lap hypnotic. Nutted flooding his guts hot. Soft close: showered together, soapy hugs, slow kisses.
One-shot, but design meets leave him leaking.
Deepa's Three-Round Marathon
Deepa, 30, tester phat *** squirter. Coffee flirt: "Your *** kills me." Pantry late, showed bulge pic. "*** me boss." Fingers test-squirt on chair seduced her wet.
Her cubicle after hours. Foreplay: desk spread, tongue-*** *** to first gush. Round one hardcore: doggy *** bareback wreck, squirt keyboard flood. Round two: throat gagging puke-spit, *** gulped. Round three: *** missionary legs pinned, shithole bred deep. Soft: cuddled desk, stroked hair praising.
Monthly hotel marathons, squirting queen.
Suresh's Regular Slave
Suresh, 31, beefy ops. Grindr pic match spotted team. "My flat post-shift." He came nervous. Collared door instant: "Kneel slave." Collar click seduced total.
His PG room tight space. Foreplay: CBT tie balls, whip *** light, rim *** hogtie. Hardcore: ***-pound bound, hole spasm begging, throat cleanup. Soft: untied, cuddled praising "Perfect sub."
Office bathroom glory, weekend ropes regular.
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e Chennai office party pulsed wild that Friday night—dim lights, thumping music, free booze flowing at the rooftop terrace. I spotted him across the crowd: Vikram, husband of my colleague Lakshmi, a beefy IT guy in his late 30s, broad shoulders and thick thighs filling his shirt and trousers. We'd chatted work gossip before; tonight, shots hit hard, loosening tongues and pants. By midnight, we were both sloshed, laughing sloppy in a corner booth, his wife long gone home. "You're packing heat down there," he slurred, eyes flicking my crotch after I adjusted my obvious bulge. My 8-inch-long, 9-inch-thick beast stirred. Game on.
Grabbed his wrist firm. "Follow me, boy. Time to serve." Dragged him stumbling to his nearby Anna Nagar flat—door slammed, clothes ripped off fast. His body gleamed sweaty: hairy chest, fat *** begging, *** semi-hard but ignored. Pushed him to knees, unzipped slow—my wrist-thick monster flopped heavy on his face, mushroom head smearing lips. "***, bitch." He obeyed drunk-***, throat stretching sloppy around girth, gagging spit rivers as I skull-*** rough, balls slapping chin. "Good start, slave."
Found their kink drawer from Lakshmi's hints—cuffs, ropes, paddle, plug. Cuffed wrists to bedposts spread-eagle, blindfolded tight. Whipped his *** red with the paddle—crack after crack, cheeks blooming purple, his moans turning to begs. "Master, please!" Lubed the fat plug, rammed it deep—twisting brutal, stretching his hairy hole while I jerked my *** over his face. "This *** is mine tonight." Tongue next—yanked plug, dove feral rimming his sweaty pucker, *** rim nasty while fingering prostate hard. He bucked wild, leaking precum puddles, drunk haze fueling total submission.
Mounted missionary—lube slick, sank balls-deep savage into his gripping ***. Legs pinned high, I pounded merciless—long strokes gut-pulling froth, hips slamming cheeks raw. "Take your master's ***, cuck!" Sweat poured, bed creaking thunder; flipped him doggy, ropes binding ankles wide, paddle smacking mid-thrust. He nutted hands-free twice, hole spasming vice-tight, but no mercy—edged him merciless, denying release. Midnight blurred: nipple clamps biting pecs, hot wax dripping abs, *** ring trapping his pathetic *** throbbing blue.
Handover hit 2 AM—wife called frantic. "Vikram's drunk, passed out at party?" I smirked, tied him hogtie-style on floor—gag-ball muffling grunts, plug vibrating low. "Tell her you're crashing at a friend's. Truth is, you're my ***-drunk bitch till dawn." Phone tossed, back to wrecking: throat-*** him gagging till puke-spit trailed, then rode his face—*** grinding his tongue deep while stroking my beast. "Lick master's hole clean, slave."
BDSM marathon raged. Whipped *** lightly till he begged, then bareback ***-pounded prone bone—crushing his bulk, deep grinds owning guts. CBT play: balls tied tight, yanked during thrusts, screams muffled blissful. By 4 AM, exhaustion loomed—he drooled wrecked, hole gaping rosy, body striped red. Final domination: uncuffed to knees, skull-*** savage before erupting—hot ropes flooding throat, choking every thick drop down as he gulped owned, tears streaming.
Morning light crept in; untied slow, aftercare soft—water, cuddles, praises. "Good boy. Owned perfectly." He stumbled home marked—bruises hidden under clothes, *** throbbing my ***. Lakshmi messaged later: "He crashed hard. Thanks for watching him." Grinned. My collar stayed secret, sessions set for weekly. | Prostate / medical fitness examination
He is living in his fantacy world and writing f k fiction..... spoiling the mood of readers..... | Gay experience with celebs
NO : 1
The Porur night hummed electric as I pulled up to Arjun's swanky bachelor pad—a sleek 2BHK tucked in a gated Chennai enclave, walls lined with Vijay TV posters of his chiseled smirks and big-screen cameos. He's that hunk actor everyone drools over—6'1" ripped frame, broad pecs straining tees, thick thighs from gym obsession—but off-camera, a total submissive bottom ***, craving real men to own him. We'd hooked up on a discreet app; his bio screamed "humble roles, hungry hole." Tonight, his turf, my rules.
Door cracked, he greeted shirtless in tight shorts, that famous jawline flushing shy. "Been waiting, daddy," he murmured, eyes dropping to my crotch tent. I shoved him inside, pinning him wall-first—lips crashing rough, tongue claiming his *** while hands yanked those shorts down. His fat *** flopped free, but ignored it; groped his meaty *** instead—two plump globes, smooth-shaved, hole already twitching under fabric. "On your knees, starboy," I growled. He dropped eager, peeling my jeans to worship my 8-inch-long, 9-inch-thick beast—mushroom head smearing pre across his pretty lips.
He throated sloppy like a pro—gagging deep, spit rivers drooling chin, cheeks bulging around wrist-thick girth. "***, Vijay TV don't know their hero chokes *** like this," I taunted, grabbing his hair for face-fucks—balls slapping chin, throat convulsing greedy. Pulled out slick, bent him over his own leather couch facing a mirror—spread those celeb cheeks wide, tongue diving feral into his musky pucker. Rimmed wild, 20 minutes of sloppy worship—*** rim, tongue-*** deep till his hole winked soaked, *** leaking puddles on the floor. He moaned pornstar-loud, "Eat me daddy, own this sub ***!"
Fingers next—three thick ones scissoring his tight ring sloppy, curling prostate hits that made his ripped body quake. "Ready for the main scene?" I lubed my pig meat heavy, pressed fat head to his star hole. He pushed back desperate—ring popping greedy, swallowing half my length in one greedy gulp. "Too thick! But breed me!" I slammed home balls-deep, owning that hunk *** missionary on his coffee table—legs pinned high, pecs bouncing with every brutal thrust. Mirror showed it all: his famous face twisted slutty, my hips hammering merciless, cheeks rippling red.
Flipped doggy on the rug—his Vijay TV award glinting nearby as I railed savage, long strokes gut-pulling froth, balls clapping loud. Sweat poured, room stinking ***; he begged like a bitch, "Harder, wreck your actor hole!" Switched to prone bone, crushing his 90kg frame—deep grinds owning guts, edging us both till he nutted hands-free, ropes splatting his abs. Final stretch: yanked to knees, throated him sloppy seconds before erupting—hot gallons flooding his throat, choking every drop down as he gulped owned.
Collapsed tangled on his silk sheets, his sub body spooned to my still-throbbing meat. "Come direct my next shoot," he whispered wrecked. Left at dawn, his hole gaping my mark—Vijay TV's secret cumdump hooked.
NO :2
The sultry Chennai evening pulsed with Dakshinachitra's rustic vibes—mud huts, folk drums echoing—as I wandered the open-air museum after hours, sneaking past closing crowds. That's when I spotted him: Ravi, the streetplay artist, a lanky country boy from rural Tamil Nadu villages. Thin frame like a reed, barely 5'8" and wiry 60kg, but ***—that *** was a monster. Two massive, round globes straining his faded lungi during rehearsal, jiggling hypnotic as he danced folk steps on the dirt stage. We locked eyes mid-performance; his shy grin screamed submissive hunger.
Post-show, I cornered him by the costume tent, beer in hand from a nearby stall. "That *** steals the show, village boy," I growled low. He blushed deep brown, wiping sweat, lungi tenting slight. "Anna, you watched?" Hooked instant. Invited him to my nearby Porur flat for "drama talk." He followed eager, thin legs strutting that shelf-*** swaying obscene.
Door shut, no words—yanked his lungi off, revealing smooth dark skin and that unreal booty: fat cheeks spilling wide, hairy crack hiding a pink pucker begging. Pushed him couch-face-down, spread 'em brutal. Tongue first—wild rimjob on his musky country hole, slurping deep, *** rim like mango juice. He moaned rural-filthy in Tamil, "Aiyo, eat my *** anna!" Thin body quaking, huge *** humping back as I tongue-*** 15 minutes sloppy, his little *** leaking sand-dust precum.
Fingers invaded—three twisting his tight ring wide, prostate curls making him buck wild. "*** your stage now," I lubed my 8-inch-long, 9-inch-thick beast heavy. He begged country-style, "Daavudi da! Split my fat ***!" Fat head popped his ring greedy—inch by girthy inch sinking into that thin-frame contrast, cheeks swallowing my lap whole. Missionary wreck on the floor—his skinny legs pinned sky-high, massive *** rippling with every balls-deep slam. "Tighter than village virgins!" I railed savage, sweat mixing mud scent, his moans echoing like streetplay chants.
Doggy next over the couch arm—grabbed those huge globes like handles, pounding gut-deep, cheeks clapping thunder. He nutted hands-free, ropes splatting thin abs, hole spasming vice-tight. Flipped reverse cowgirl—his bony hips bouncing greedy, *** meat wobbling hypnotic till I yanked up, throated him sloppy. Erupted hot floods down his gullet—gallons choking every drop as he gulped owned, eyes watering bliss.
Collapsed spooned, his monster *** nestled my throbbing meat. "Next Dakshinachitra show, back row ***?" he whispered wrecked. Left him gaping rosy, country hole addicted—streetplay star turned my personal stage ***. | Safe sex/HIV positive discussion
For safety, I stay on PrEP, embracing those intimate, unprotected moments with partners' full consent. Beyond that precaution, I openly share my recent negative HIV test results, offering complete reassurance to my eager bottoms. Yet, at heart, I'm a passionate devotee of bareback bliss—whether plunging deep into a velvet *** or claiming a tight, welcoming ***. | Prostate / medical fitness examination
Not medical fitness though but airport frisking got me hard on instant:
The Dubai airport buzzed with late-night crowds as I hit security check-in, my tight pants hugging my 8-inch-long, 9-inch-thick *** and heavy balls snug. The Arab security guy—tall, muscled, dark beard framing a smirk—wanded me slow, eyes dropping to my crotch when it twitched. His scanner beeped wild over my bulge as blood rushed south, mushroom head swelling fat and obvious, snaking a thick ridge down my thigh. I got rock-hard instant, pants tenting slutty, precum spotting the fabric. He froze, stared hungry, then muttered low, "Wait inside check room. Now."
Heart pounding, I stepped into the small private room—mirrors, steel table, dim light. He locked in, uniform tight on his thick frame, eyes locked on my throb. "What's packed in your underwear? Drugs?" I grinned dirty. "Nothing—just my fat *** and balls. Your wand got me so ***, it hardened right up." He licked lips, adjusting his own bulge. "Wait lounge 7, 30 minutes. No move." I nodded, *** pulsing as he left.
Lounge 7 was quiet, plush seats empty. I sat, stroking subtle through pants, edging the ache. Exactly 30 minutes, he struts in with another Arab staffer—younger, leaner, naughty grin flashing gold tooth. They whisper, both glance my way smirking ear-to-ear, knowing looks. First guy nods me over. "Follow." We snake through staff halls to a hidden private washroom—spotless marble, lock heavy, AC humming cold.
Door clicks shut. He yanks me close, lips crash hot—tongues sloppy, beards scratching, hands groping wild. "Saw your donkey ***. Need taste," he growls, dropping to knees. Unzips me fast, my wrist-thick beast springs free, veins bulging, head slick with pre. He throats hungry—gagging deep, spit drooling chin, cheeks hollowing as he chokes balls-deep. I grab his head, face-*** rough—thrusts slamming throat raw, his moans muffled nasty. Fingers yank his pants down, exposing a hairy, plump Arab ***—tight hole winking.
Bent him over sink, spit-lubed my pig meat, rammed in brutal. His ring pops greedy around fat head, swallowing inch by inch till balls slap taint. "***, tighter than camel ***!" I pound savage—long strokes gut-pulling, cheeks rippling red, mirror fogging from his grunts. He pushes back slutty, *** milking hard, *** leaking on floor. Flip missionary on counter—legs pinned wide, hammering deep while jerking his thick 7-incher. Sweat pours, he nuts first—ropes splatting his uniform—then I flood his guts, hot gallons pumping deep, bubbling out frothy as he quakes.
He pulls up pants quick, zips, smirks. "Dress slow. Out in 5—not before." Door clicks, he's gone. I catch breath, *** still half-hard slick with *** juice. Five minutes tick—open door sneaky. Shock: second guy waits outside, naughty grin wider, blocking my exit. "Where you go? Give me what you gave him." Clueless blink. "What?" He laughs low. "I know. Partners. We share *** like this. Your turn *** me too." Realization hits—their lounge smiles were setup. I nod ***, pull him inside, lock tight.
Younger one's wilder—strips fast, lean body gleaming, smooth *** cheeks fat and ready, hole shaved pink. "Breed me hard, habibi." Shove him wall-facing, tongue first—rim sloppy deep, eating his musky pucker like candy, fingers scissoring wide. He moans piggish, *** dripping. "*** now!" Lube his spit, mount doggy over toilet—sink balls-deep savage, girth stretching him obscene. "Ya Allah, donkey *** rips me!" I rail merciless—hips slamming, balls clapping loud, his hole gaping frothy with each pull-out. Sweat stinks room, mirrors steaming.
Switch to sink edge—he rides reverse cowgirl, bouncing greedy, *** cheeks swallowing my lap whole. I smack red, finger his nuts, pounding up brutal till he squirts hands-free—*** spraying tiles. Flip prone on floor, crush him heavy—deep grind owning guts, then jackhammer finish. Pull out, spin him kneeling: throat-*** sloppy seconds, then blast ropes across face—thick hot waves glazing beard, lips, eyes. He gulps what he can, licks clean grinning. "Best shift ever."
We clean quick, slip out separate—me to gate, them to posts. *** throbs sore, *** wrecked theirs forever. Dubai flights hit different now. | Ever convinced anyone for sex by offering favors?
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In Chennai office meetings, my tight pants hug my fat 8-inch-long, 9-inch-thick *** so nasty—the huge mushroom head makes a slutty ridge everyone sees throb. Priya, that curvy bitch co-worker, stares like a whore every time I present, eyes glued to my swinging bulge, hungry as ***. I drool over her thick round bubble *** shaking in sarees, juicy cheeks begging to be split. Eight months of dirty looks, but she stays shy.
Pondy Bazaar shopping day, we bump alone. Easy chat, then I hit raw: "Priya, can I grope that fat ***? I've jerked thinking of it longer than you eye-*** my *** print." She panics, scans for ears, face red and shocked. "What?!" she gasps. "You know, ***. I crave pounding that hole better than your limp-*** husband. Try my meat once—if it wrecks you good, we *** more. No try, no 'no'." She freezes, *** probably dripping, no words. We split. I chill with plans.
Plan A yes: drag her fat *** to ECR villa, breed her sloppy all day. Plan B no: bulge-tease harder at work, freeball boners popping obvious till her *** aches. Ten days silent. Work-only chats, but ten run-ins—cafeteria, checks, halls. I flaunt filthy: thin joggers, *** snaking half-hard, precum spotting when she stares. She bites lips, thighs clench, nipples poke.
Friday leave, then her dirty call. "Weekend ***?" "Your call, still need yes." "Yes... conditions." "Scared but need ***. Hubby fails—five years, no squirt, tiny ***." I growl, "I'll tongue your shithole till you gush like a fountain. Pay after—you name price if *** happy." "Pay?!" "Yeah, post-pounding." Done. Wednesday off, her fancy Kotturpuram house.
She yanks me in, slutty nightie hugging *** meat. 40 minutes nasty foreplay: maul tits, bite neck, finger her sopping *** rough. "*** that horse ***?" "Nah—eat your dirty *** first." Face-down on marital bed, yank cheeks wide, tongue spears her puckered shithole—sloppy rimjob, *** rim deep nasty, spit-*** inside. Fifteen minutes filth, she squirts buckets! *** sprays wild, body convulses, "Fuuuck, first filthy orgasm!"
"*** my holes raw!" she begs. Lube floods for my wrist-thick pig meat. Bleeds pink taking head, but grinds back slutty. *** strangles tight, I ram balls-deep—savage slams, *** clap loud, she squirts gushing. Door bangs—a dude! *** shrivels. Her: "Chill, hubby Raj. He watches cuck ***." Shock—he plops chairside, pathetic nub stiff. 15 minutes recovery: her whore *** slurps my limp meat hard again, gagging deep.
Cuck fest on. Round one: missionary pound her sloppy *** bareback, legs wrecked high, squirt sprays twice hitting walls. Pull out, hose her *** lips with thick ropes—*** puddle nasty. Round two: *** *** doggy—lube her virgin ring, sink brutal, cheeks ripple red. She squirts ***-only, screaming pig. Breed guts deep, *** farts out frothy white while Raj jerks frantic.
Two down, *** soft. She drops whore-style, throats my beast—gags balls-deep, puke spit rivers, eyes water as she worships for him. Round three: yank beside cuck, jerk explosion—massive ropes blast her *** face, glaze lips cheeks tongue, splatter his bitch grin too. They snowball *** sloppy, tongues swapping my load. Final finger-squirt wrecks her shaking.
Four hours, five gushes total. No pay— "Worth gold, bull. Breed again." Leave with her *** scent, hooked forever. | Attraction towards slim boys
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