I Got Fvcked In Both Holes By My Movers After They Moved Me In…
I'm Katie. I'm 46 years old and I work in finance. I just got divorced after a long ugly battle and finally moved into my own apartment, starting fresh after twenty years of marriage.
I hired movers to help with the furniture because I'm not stupid enough to try doing it myself. Two guys showed up - Tyler and Jake, both in their mid twenties, both incredibly attractive, and they were both clearly used to physical labor based on their bodies.
I'm sitting here the morning after and my entire body is sore. Not from moving boxes but from being fucked by two younger men who took turns using me and then used me together. My pussy is so thoroughly wrecked I can barely walk.
This wasn't supposed to happen. I was just trying to move into my new place and start my post divorce life. Instead I christened my new apartment by getting fucked on every piece of furniture these guys carried up three flights of stairs.
Let me tell you exactly how.
….
The movers were scheduled to arrive at 8 AM and they showed up right on time.
I answered the door and immediately felt my stomach flip because both of them were exactly my type in completely different ways.
Tyler was tall, maybe 6'2", with dark hair and this lean muscular build. He had tattoos covering both arms and wore a tight company t-shirt that showed off his body.
Jake was slightly shorter, maybe 6'0", blond, with broader shoulders and these piercing blue eyes that locked onto mine when he introduced himself.
"I'm Tyler, this is Jake," the dark haired one said. "We're here to move you in."
"Katie," I managed, trying not to stare at either of them. "Come in, I'll show you what needs to go where."
I walked them through the apartment, pointing out which furniture went in which rooms. I was very aware of both of them behind me as I moved through the space.
It was July and already hot, and within an hour of them working they were both sweating through their shirts.
My grandfather’s old bicycle wasn’t valuable because of its price.
It was valuable because it was the last thing I had that reminded me of him.
He had ridden it for almost thirty years. The paint was scratched, the seat was worn, and the bell barely worked, but I refused to get rid of it.
One Saturday, my friend asked if he could borrow it.
“I’ll only be gone for an hour,” he promised.
I hesitated, but eventually handed him the keys to the garage.
Two hours passed.
Then three.
He finally called me.
“Man… I have a problem.”
My heart immediately sank.
“What happened?”
“I lost the bicycle.”
I thought he was joking.
But he wasn’t.
He said he had stopped outside a coffee shop, locked the bicycle to a pole, and went inside for a few minutes. When he came back, the bicycle was gone.
I was furious.
“You knew how important that bicycle was!”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ll find it. I promise.”
For the next week, we searched everywhere.
We checked nearby streets, called local bike shops, and even posted about it online.
Nothing.
Then, one evening, my friend called me again.
“I think I found it.”
He sent me a picture.
My grandfather’s bicycle was sitting outside a small repair shop.
I rushed there.
The mechanic told me a teenager had
When I came out of the shower and went into my room, towelling myself down, I found her in my bed.
“You can’t stay in my bed," I said. "They’ll be back soon.”
“Just for a bit,” she said.
I lifted the duvet off her and she was naked. My cock twinged right away. I got in with her and we cuddled for a long time. We didn't talk much. At one point she whispered "Thanks for looking after me," and I whispered back "Don't worry about it." After a while I was getting hot again so I scooched down to suck on her lovely B cup breasts. Her nipples were quite big for her boob size and they went stiff between my lips. My cock was hard again and she found it under the cover with her fingertips. I came back up and she snuggled against my side, stroking my cock with an inexpert grip and lifting her face up to mine for a kiss.
After our tongues had been flicking together for a few minutes I was really horny again. I said “I want to see how you suck my cock.”
She got up on her knees at my side, pulling the covers away. She put her hand around the base of my cock but I pushed it away. "Just your mouth." She did as she was told, getting the head of my cock in her lips and bringing it up straight. She started sucking and flicking her tongue, making a lot of noise. I put my hands behind my head, back in heaven. Then she tried to go deep on me. She couldn’t get halfway down my cock without gagging, but every time she gagged, with her throat clenching around the head of my cock, I lost my fucking mind. Eventually I grabbed a handful of her hair, held her head still and lifted from my hips to slide my cock one last time through her lips. I came like a jet into the back of her throat and she spluttered it all back over my balls and belly.
I went back in the shower and as I turned it off I heard the front door open downstairs. I heard Beth hurrying into T's room. I got back to my room quickly, turned off the light and got in bed. About five minutes later I got a message from her. Night x. I put it straight into a locked chat and then messaged her back. Night gorgeous x. I lay in bed dwelling on that image of my cum dripping out of her pussy, and thinking I must have gotten her pregnant, and what I would do if I had.
In the morning I made them all breakfast. Beth and I acted like nothing had happened, except that just before they left she gave me a quick, dangerous kiss in the hall while Tasha and Maisy were out of sight. She messaged me later that day saying she had gone for the morning after pill.
It wasn't my last encounter with Beth and I hope there is more to come, even though it is very risky business.
I held her legs out wide by the ankles and started to move from my hips. All those gymnastics classes I had driven them to had gotten Beth's body ready for me to use her just the way I wanted. I was in total control of her. All she could do was lay there moaning quietly while I moved her around by her ankles and filled her cunt with my hard cock again and again. I could have shot my sperm in her right then but I slowed down, lowering her legs. She got her heels balanced on the edge of the sofa, keeping her thighs wide apart for me. With my hands freed up I slapped the side of her bum with my left, and put the thumb of my right into her mouth. She sucked on it like a good girl. I took it out and pressed it on her swollen clit, circling. She squirmed with pleasure this time. She kept holding her breath. I kept up a steady rhythm with my hips and thumb. She went quiet and red in the face, staring into my eyes, something almost like panic in hers. Then she let out a gasping cry, grabbing at the edge of the sofa. I released her clit and kept driving deep into her while she came on my cock. She got really slippy inside and the base of my cock got all creamy with her girl cum.
When she relaxed I stopped moving in her, ran my thumb through her cum at the base of my cock and put it back in her mouth. Again she sucked it, closing her eyes. “You’re a good little slut,” I said. I pulled out of her and whispered “Get on your fucking hands and knees.” She did so, along the length of the sofa, and pulled her dress back up around her waist for me, but her posture was all wrong. I pressed gently down on her shoulder blades and tugged on her hips until I had her spine properly curved and her pink vagina stuck up in the air, slightly parted between her glistening pussy lips. I got out of my trousers and shirt and moved behind her, my left leg kneeling on the sofa, nestled around hers, and my right leg planted on the floor. With her holding herself up ready for me like that I could properly appreciate her pert bum and her cute, hairless brown arsehole looking up at me. I pinched her bum cheeks between my thumb and forefinger with both hands. Then I held her hips and slid my cock back into her pussy from behind.
"God," she moaned into the cushion.
I fucked her like that, long, deep and slow, letting my lust build back up steadily. I put my thumb flat on her warm arsehole and massaged it gently.
"Fuck, Beth, your pussy feels so good." I couldn't help but talk to her like that. "Fuck, its deep in you, you little slut. I'm going to come deep in this little pussy."
She turned her head to the side to look at me with her dark hair spilled wildly over her face. "I want it," she rasped. "I'm your little slut. I want your baby."
That was more than enough for me. I said "Oh my fucking God," and tensed up. I pressed my cock so deep into her vagina I felt a soft resistance against the tip. She stifled a gasp. I started to come. I have never shot such a big load in my life. I held it in there deep as I shot three big pulses of semen against her cervix, then ground the base of my cock around in the ring of her pussy for the after-spurts. She moaned into the cushion all the way through it. I squeezed her firm bum cheek again. "God, Beth."
After about a minute I pulled out of her and my cum spilled out from between her puffy red pussy lips onto the sofa blanket. She climbed off the sofa, cupping herself with her hand. I gathered up the blanket and sent her upstairs to shower after she retrieved her bag. I took the blanket and my clothes to the laundry room, got a drink, and when I got upstairs she was coming out of the steamy bathroom wet from the shower with a towel around her. She looked so beautiful with her makeup washed away. I kissed her again in the bathroom doorway and she went into T's room where her stuff was. I got in the shower and thought that might be the end of it.
“That’s okay,” I said. I held the small of her back under her dress with my right hand, and with my left I slipped a finger into her vagina. A little way in it went snugly through a little ring of flesh. I circled my finger in it gently, stretching it out.
“You’ve really never had sex,” I said.
She shook her head. “I’ve sucked guys off. And they’ve done stuff to me,” she said quietly.
I curled my finger slightly inside her, and she squirmed in discomfort.
“I think I need a wee,” she said, embarrassed.
I laughed and carefully slipped my finger back out of her. I lifted her off the island, and when I put her down I smacked her bum pretty hard through the black sequins, sending her off towards the hall to the bathroom with a little squeak. I heard her phone buzzing in her bag. I put my glasses back on, picked up her heels and went to wait for her at the end of the hall. I pulled out my own phone and I had a message from T from about five minutes earlier. I messaged her back.
T: Has Beth come back to ours???
Me: Yep. About 20 mins ago. Gave her water and sent her to bed
T: Omg we’ve been freaking out
T: Ok
T: We’ll be home in a few hours xx
I heard the toilet flush, then Beth came back round the corner from the hall. She had splashed water on her face and hadn’t fully towelled it off. She stopped when she saw me with my phone out.
“I told them you’ve come back here.”
“Okay,” she said sheepishly.
“Put these back on and go in there.” I held out her heels and flicked my head toward the lounge. She looked up at me as she sat on the bench by our back window to put them on. I watched her pussy winking up as she lifted each leg in turn. My cock strained at my trousers. I needed to fuck that sweet little virgin sex. Her face was a perfect mix of nerves, drunkenness and desire. She stood up on her heels and I pushed her through the doorway to the lounge. She stopped and frowned at the weird pause frame on the TV. I turned the standing light on and went to turn the TV off at the wall. When I turned back to her she looked so young and vulnerable standing there that it tipped me over the edge. She cried out as I pushed her back onto the sofa. I opened my trousers and let my cock out in front of her. It’s nothing special, but it was sticking up rock hard and she stared at it like I’d pulled out a knife. I knelt down on the carpet in front of her and took her by the ankles, lifting her heels up high and spreading her legs out wide. Her back slid further down onto the sofa and her dress fell back around her hips, sequins flashing, showing me her glistening pussy.
She was breathing fast. “I’m a virgin,” she said again, quietly. I bent down slightly, lifted her pussy up to my face and sucked on her clit and her pussy lips, tasting a trace of urine left there. When I had drooled all over her again I lowered her back down. I manoeuvred her by the ankles until her little pink vagina was hovering in front of the head of my cock. There was a bead of pre-cum leaking out of my slit and she was staring at it.
“Look at this sexy little cunt. You little fucking slut,” I said. I was running on pure lust by that point, hence my language. She didn’t say anything.
I pressed forward with my hips and her pussy lips parted around the head of my cock. She started making a worried noise in her throat. “It’s okay,” I said. I felt that ring of membrane around my cock head, getting tighter as I pushed in slowly, then it gave way. She winced. There wasn’t any blood. I carried on inching my cock into her until finally I had it buried to the balls. I pulled her ankles up to seat myself fully in her, and she let out a loud sigh. I had taken her virginity with that long stroke.
“Fucking hell, Beth,” I said. “I’ve got my cock deep in your little wet pussy. You okay?”
She licked her lips and said “Yeah. It’s good.” She wriggled against me. “Fuck me,” she whispered.
What are you drinking?” she asked.
“You mean drinking drinking?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s maybe not a good idea. What have you been drinking?”
She realised I was looking between her slightly parted legs, where I could see the black fabric of her panties between her pale thighs. She quickly closed her knees.
“Vodka,” she said. “Can I have some water?”
I went to the cupboard for a glass, filled it at the sink, and went back to her. I went closer to her than I should have done before I handed it to her, and as she took it she opened her legs and lifted her ankles up to my hips. She drank it watching me over the rim of the glass and there was a look in her eyes I cannot describe and it drove me wild. She put the glass to the side without taking her eyes off mine. I took my glasses off and leaned in to kiss her.
Her breath was hot, tasting sweet and alcoholic, but her lips were cold from the water. Despite everything else that happened that night, that was the most fucking magical moment. My heart was racing.
As I pressed forward and put my tongue into her mouth she squeezed at my hips with her ankles, tugging. I put my hands under her knees and traced my fingers up the underside of her thighs. Her flesh was so supple and firm. I put two fingers against the band of her thin black panties, rubbing her warm pussy through the material. She moaned quietly and pushed her tongue back into my mouth and I sucked it. Then I bit her lower lip gently. Her wetness was getting through her panties onto my fingers.
“Push up on your hands,” I said. She did as she was told, and I stepped in close, slipping my hands up under her dress over her hips and roughly pulling her panties down past her knees, letting them drop to the floor. She gasped, and then lowered her bare arse back down onto the edge of my kitchen island. I kissed her again, then leaned in beside her ear and whispered, “I’m going to eat your little pussy.” She let out a shuddering breath and I got down on my knees on the stone floor. She shuffled forwards slightly and got her hands flat on the island under her arse, opening her legs. Her pussy was shaved bald and flawless with beautiful little frilled lips, moisture glistening around her vagina and a little pearl of a clit just peeking out under its hood. She was radiating heat and she smelled amazing. She gasped again as I pushed my tongue into her wetness, then licked up to her clit.
A boy never properly appreciates what he’s getting in the rush of youth, so those early escapades don’t count. Since I got older I’ve enjoyed women of all shapes and sizes, but hers that night was the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted. I was in heaven. Her pussy was nearly dripping with her girl cum and I was lapping it up and swallowing it. Every now and then I swirled the tip of my tongue around her swelling clit. She leaned back, putting one hand on the island behind her and grabbing my hair with the other. I kept it up and after a while she tensed up and said in a desperate little voice “God, you’re making me come.” Her thighs clenched tight around my head and I licked her gently through it.
When she got her breath back I stood up between her legs, letting her see how hard my cock was in my trousers. I hadn't come for four days so I was very fucking horny. I kissed her, letting her taste her cum on my tongue. When I broke away she whispered “I’m a virgin.”
I Took The Virginity Of My Daughters Friend..
My eldest daughter Tasha recently turned nineteen. She has been in the same group of four close friends since she started primary school. She is the youngest in their school year. They use our house for house parties, and since they turned eighteen also as a base for nights out, because the other parents are a little more strict.
One of those three friends is Beth. She is the oldest of the group and the most sensitive; confidence issues, emotional. She is slightly taller than the others, a slim, dark brunette with pale white skin and freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her face is an unconventionally attractive square shape and her eyes (big, bright, grey/green) are set just slightly too far apart on her face, which I find beautiful but she apparently hates. Ever since she was little Beth has been quite odd. Temperamental, over sensitive, prone to breaking into tears at the slightest obstacle. I have always thought T and the others were very good for putting up with her drama and sticking by her. She has also always acted strangely around other kids’ dads, sassing us out of nowhere, running up and hitting us, trying to initiate play fights and so on. As she got older this evolved into overly long eye contact, cheeky comments, faux childishness and general over-familiarity. All quite obviously inappropriate and because of these behaviours, since she developed into a slim, sexy teen, I have fantasised about fucking her. It was hot because it seemed like, if the stars aligned, it could actually happen.
On the Friday night in question I was in charge of the house while my wife was away on her annual caravan park holiday with her mother and our younger daughter. Two of the girls, Beth and Maisy, were planning to stay over with Tasha after a night out. Their parents thought they were spending the whole night here. At about 7pm after literally hours of getting ready they gathered in the kitchen waiting for their Uber. Beth seemed to be in a bad mood with Tasha and Maisy. I couldn’t tell what it was about. But she looked incredible in a black sequin one piece dress that went half way down her thighs, and black heels. Her legs were so slim and pale and smooth and sexy it made my heart ache. She kept staring at me, obviously probing for a response to her appearance. I was wearing dress trousers over a dark t-shirt, bare foot. I am quite fit for my age, with a Harry Potterish look, usually wearing glasses, as I was that night. I smiled and raised my eyebrows to let her know I was onto her. Her cheeks went slightly pink and she looked away. I went to get bottles from the fridge and lined up shot glasses of tequila on the kitchen island, with shots of juice for chasers. We all downed the shots and I made a show out of quickly feeding Beth her juice shot when she acted like she was going to be sick. They were all laughing. Minutes later their Uber arrived and they trotted out. Beth was last out and gave me a naughty, tipsy smile before I closed the door on her. I got a whisky, ate a little gummy and went to the lounge to watch a film.
A little after 9pm there was a knock at my door. I paused the TV and looked at my phone - nothing. I got up and went to open the door. Beth was standing there with red eyes and her bottom lip slightly stuck out.
“Beth??”
She stepped through the doorway and I put my arms around her.
“Hey, it’s ok. Where are T and Maisy?”
“They’re still in town,” she said in a little broken half whisper. Then, louder, “I got an Uber. I’m sick of them.”
“Why?”
She just shook her head. From that I guessed that it was over a boy, and - from the way she said it - ‘them’ probably meant ‘T’.
I stroked her hair as I held her. “Well, don’t worry about it. Come in.”
She kicked her heels off, threw her bag on the kitchen island, and hopped onto the edge of it, turning to face me.
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I Broke up With My ex for The Last Time and he Fvcked me so Hard..I Came Back The same Night..
So I am a clown, I am the entire circus, I have zero self respect and my pussy has even less and I need to tell someone because my friends are tired of hearing about this man.
My ex and I are TOXIC, like capital T toxic, we've broken up and gotten back together so many times I've lost count, it's embarrassing, my best friend has stopped asking "are you guys together?" and just assumes the answer changes weekly (she's right)
The thing is, he fucks me so good that I physically cannot stay away from him 😭 like I've tried, I've deleted his number, I've blocked him, I've gone on dates with other guys and the whole time I'm sitting there thinking "this man does not eat pussy like my ex does" and it's OVER for me
He eats pussy like it's his last meal every single time, tongue on my clit doing these perfect circles while his fingers are inside me and he doesn't stop until I'm shaking and pushing his head away and he just grips my thighs tighter and keeps going, and his dick game is insane, he knows exactly how to angle his hips and how deep to go and when to speed up and I have LITERALLY never cum as hard with anyone else as I do with him
And he says I give the best head he's ever had which I believe because I am very good at it lol
So ANYWAY, the other day I went to his apartment for what I told him and myself was THE FINAL BREAKUP, like this is it, closure, we're done, super duper final, exhibit A through Z, I even had a little speech prepared about how we're toxic and we need to stop and blah blah blah
And he listened and nodded and said okay and then I was like "...one last time though?" because I am WEAK and my pussy was already wet just from being in his apartment smelling his cologne on his sheets and I hate myself lol
So I'm expecting normal vanilla sex because that's how it's always been with him, he's always been sweet and gentle and takes his time which is great but like... controlled, restrained, like he's holding back
This man did NOT hold back
He grabbed me and threw me on his bed and ripped my shorts and underwear off in one pull and ate my pussy so aggressively I literally screamed, his tongue was everywhere, clit, entrance, sucking, licking, his fingers inside me rough and fast and he was growling into my pussy like an ANIMAL and I came so hard I was seeing spots and he didn't even slow down he just kept going until I came AGAIN and I was trying to crawl away from him and he pulled me back by my hips
Then he flipped me over and pulled my hips up and kicked his sweats off and shoved his cock inside me from behind and I was NOT ready for how hard he went, every thrust was deep and rough and fast and he was gripping my hair with one hand and my hip with the other pulling me back onto him and I was face down screaming into his pillow and the bed was slamming against the wall and he was hitting spots he'd NEVER hit before because he'd never fucked me this hard
I asked him after, literally panting and shaking on his bed with my legs still trembling, "WHY did you do that, why NOW, why right when I'm trying to leave you" and he just smirked and said "I've been saving that"
SAVING IT??? THIS MAN HAD A FERAL FUCK CARD IN HIS BACK POCKET THE WHOLE TIME AND ONLY PLAYED IT WHEN I TRIED TO LEAVE??? 😭😭😭
Then he kissed my forehead and said "whenever you want that again, you know where I am"
I went home, I showered, I told myself I was done, I ate dinner, I watched half an episode of something, and then at like 11pm I was lying in bed with my thighs still sore replaying how he sounded behind me and how his cock felt that deep and how he growled into my pussy and I grabbed my phone and texted "I'm coming over" and he just sent back "door's open"
I went back that same night and he did it AGAIN
I am an entire circus and I need therapy but I also need his cock so I'm stuck in this loop and I don't see an exit lmaoo, my friends are going to stage an intervention and my pussy is going to veto it :) someone help me but also don't because I'm enjoying this way too much.
The Secret I found on My Dads Phone…That Keeps me Hard Everynight..
I should never have unlocked my dad's cell phone that afternoon. But I did it. And what I saw changed me forever.
Photos of my mom naked, on her knees, with her mouth open and her tongue out receiving another man's thick cock. Videos where you can clearly see how the Bull fucks her against the wall of the hotel, grabbing her by the hair while she moans and asks him to put it harder. Close-ups of her soaked pussy, squirting on the guy's cock, the cum sliding down her thighs, the red marks of the hands on her ass... all stored in a hidden folder.
Since that day I can't stop thinking about it.
Every time my parents go out "for dinner" or "for a walk" and they take longer than usual, my head goes straight there. I imagine my mom in a hotel room, legs open, the Bull ramming her deep while she cums and squirts on him. I imagine the sound of the buttocks colliding, the choked moans of my mom saying "like this... that's how I like it," and my dad probably recording or just watching how they destroy it.
I stay at home with a hard cock, mentally reviewing every photo and every video I saw. The moment when she sucks his balls, the exact moment when a transparent jet comes out while the guy fucks her mercilessly, the face of absolute pleasure she puts on when they put her all the way down...
They don't know that I know. And I'm not going to tell them anything. I prefer to continue being the son who stays quiet... and that every night he cums remembering how his mother's tits bounce while another man fucks her.
"Yeah." He didn't look at her. "Leah, can I break rule four?"
"Rule four was the exit plan."
"I don't want the exit plan." He finally turned. "Somewhere around the domino game, I stopped acting. I didn't know how to tell you without wrecking a really good friendship."
Her heart was pounding. "Ben, I've been trying to figure out when I stopped acting too."
They stood there, two people caught in their own cover story.
"So what do we do?" she asked.
He grinned. "We tell Aunt Rosalind she was right all along."
Leah laughed, stepped closer, and broke rule two.
At the reception the next day, Aunt Rosalind spotted them on the dance floor and raised her glass. "I knew it," she announced to the whole room. Neither of them argued.
Owen Park knew Dana Whitfield's dating history better than she did.
He knew about Curtis, who "needed space" the week of her birthday. He knew about Josh, who called her "low maintenance" like it was a compliment. He knew about the guy who ordered for her on the first date, and the one who spent dinner filming his own food.
Owen knew because every time, Dana called him afterward.
"Tell me I'm not crazy," she'd say, and he'd drive over with her favorite takeout and tell her the truth: no, she wasn't crazy, and yes, she deserved better.
He never told her that he was the one who'd remembered her birthday for eight years running, that he could pick her laugh out of any crowd, or that he'd stopped counting how many times he'd almost said it.
Then came Wesley, the fiancé, and this time Dana called with good news.
"He's kind, Owen. He's actually kind. I think this is it."
Owen said all the right things. He helped her pick the venue. He gave a toast that made everyone cry, and he smiled the whole way through it.
Three weeks before the wedding, Wesley called off the engagement. Dana showed up at Owen's door at midnight, mascara streaked, still holding a fistful of RSVP cards.
"Why does this keep happening?" she whispered. "Why can't I pick someone who stays?"
Owen made tea he knew she wouldn't drink. He sat beside her on the couch, quiet for a long time.
"Dana," he said finally. "Can I tell you something, and can you promise not to answer tonight?"
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