My biggest fantasy I have 🥵💦👄

[AnthonyT0715]

Or walking into the dressing room in the back of the store not knowing you were in there.you are trying new black bras and matching panties.....

 

[Mickyb9669]

Or walking into the dressing room in the back of the store not knowing you were in there.you are trying new black bras and matching panties.....

Mmmmm interesting

 

[Kolejdayz]

I think that my biggest fantasy is free use sex like in the porns. Everyone is attractive and well dressed and fuck casually. The first thing that one does at the office or at a party

 

[Mickyb9669]

I think that my biggest fantasy is free use sex like in the porns. Everyone is attractive and well dressed and fuck casually. The first thing that one does at the office or at a party

I agree it's just finding it in everyday life

 

[Kolejdayz]

Finding my wife on the backseat of car, her black skirt rolled up, her white blouse undone and a much younger man on top of her

 

[Mickyb9669]

Finding my wife on the backseat of car, her black skirt rolled up, her white blouse undone and a much younger man on top of her

A good one

 

[Kolejdayz]

I pull up to the secluded parking lot after a long day, spotting Jennifer's car tucked away under the dim glow of a streetlamp. There she is, my girlfriend with her legs crossed casually, the hem of her short skirt riding up her thighs. It's one of those playful 1960s-inspired numbers, a fitted black skirt with subtle white polka dots that flares just above her knees when she stands, but right now, it's hiked higher, exposing the smooth, bare skin of her legs—no stockings, just toned thighs pressing together in a way that screams invitation.

Her white blouse clings to her curves, the top buttons undone enough to reveal the lace edge of her bra, her auburn hair tousled like she's been running her fingers through it during some heated moment.

She catches my gaze and uncrosses her legs, her skirt shifting with a soft rustle against her skin. 'I've been waiting for you. Needed to tell you something... about me.'

I lean in, intrigued. She takes my hand and places it on her thigh, just below the hem, her skin warm and soft. 'You know how I look innocent in this little skirt? Well, that's just the surface. 'I've been with so many guys, baby. More than you can imagine. And I love it. Every single cock, every rough fuck—it's what gets me off.'

My pulse races as she uncrosses her legs fully now, the polka-dot skirt parting to reveal she's not wearing panties, her pussy lips glistening slightly in the low light. She hikes the skirt higher. 'Remember that business trip last month? I didn't just network. I met this exec in the hotel bar—tall, built like a trucker. We ended up in his suite, and he bent me over the desk, skirt flipped up around my waist, pounding my pussy from behind.

Back in college, I'd wear skirts like this to parties. Guys couldn't keep their hands off. One night, three frat boys lifted my skirt, took turns eating my pussy right there on the grass, tongues lapping at my clit until I was dripping. Then they fucked me one after another—first in my mouth, sucking their cocks deep while another fingered me under the skirt; then bending me over a picnic table, filling me with cum that leaked down my thighs, soaking the hem of my skirt.'

There was this road trip last summer—I hitched a ride with a couple of bikers. In the back of their truck, they passed me around. One held my legs apart, while the other thrust his cock into me. Cum shooting across my skirt when they pulled out. I wiped it off with the fabric, wore it stained the rest of the drive.

In high school, my history prof caught me flashing under my pleated skirt in detention. He locked the door, pushed me onto his desk, skirt flipped over my back, and fucked me. I came gripping the desk legs, skirt tangled in my fists.'
'I've lost count—over fifty guys, maybe more. Cocks of all sizes, in alleys, bathrooms, cars just like this. I crave it, the way they grab my skirt, yank it aside, and claim me.

 

[Mickyb9669]

I pull up to the secluded parking lot after a long day, spotting Jennifer's car tucked away under the dim glow of a streetlamp. There she is, my girlfriend with her legs crossed casually, the hem of her short skirt riding up her thighs. It's one of those playful 1960s-inspired numbers, a fitted black skirt with subtle white polka dots that flares just above her knees when she stands, but right now, it's hiked higher, exposing the smooth, bare skin of her legs—no stockings, just toned thighs pressing together in a way that screams invitation.

Her white blouse clings to her curves, the top buttons undone enough to reveal the lace edge of her bra, her auburn hair tousled like she's been running her fingers through it during some heated moment.

She catches my gaze and uncrosses her legs, her skirt shifting with a soft rustle against her skin. 'I've been waiting for you. Needed to tell you something... about me.'

I lean in, intrigued. She takes my hand and places it on her thigh, just below the hem, her skin warm and soft. 'You know how I look innocent in this little skirt? Well, that's just the surface. 'I've been with so many guys, baby. More than you can imagine. And I love it. Every single cock, every rough fuck—it's what gets me off.'

My pulse races as she uncrosses her legs fully now, the polka-dot skirt parting to reveal she's not wearing panties, her pussy lips glistening slightly in the low light. She hikes the skirt higher. 'Remember that business trip last month? I didn't just network. I met this exec in the hotel bar—tall, built like a trucker. We ended up in his suite, and he bent me over the desk, skirt flipped up around my waist, pounding my pussy from behind.

Back in college, I'd wear skirts like this to parties. Guys couldn't keep their hands off. One night, three frat boys lifted my skirt, took turns eating my pussy right there on the grass, tongues lapping at my clit until I was dripping. Then they fucked me one after another—first in my mouth, sucking their cocks deep while another fingered me under the skirt; then bending me over a picnic table, filling me with cum that leaked down my thighs, soaking the hem of my skirt.'

There was this road trip last summer—I hitched a ride with a couple of bikers. In the back of their truck, they passed me around. One held my legs apart, while the other thrust his cock into me. Cum shooting across my skirt when they pulled out. I wiped it off with the fabric, wore it stained the rest of the drive.

In high school, my history prof caught me flashing under my pleated skirt in detention. He locked the door, pushed me onto his desk, skirt flipped over my back, and fucked me. I came gripping the desk legs, skirt tangled in my fists.'
'I've lost count—over fifty guys, maybe more. Cocks of all sizes, in alleys, bathrooms, cars just like this. I crave it, the way they grab my skirt, yank it aside, and claim me.

Wow a stunning bit of writing love it

 

[bestkeptsecret678]

While there are so many thoughts drifting through my mind on a given day, I’m reminded of a fantasy from long ago:

I’m out late at night partying with business associates. I picture a crowded Las Vegas night club. I’ve been flirty with one woman in our group. She’s tall like me, and our interest is reciprocal. I desire her.

As our group congregates on a crowded dance floor, she and I find ourselves compressed in the middle, bodies meshed together. As the room’s energy rises, the people immediately around dance and celebrate, oblivious to us. I lift her skirt and remove her panties. She unzips me and we fuck, face to face as the music pounds.

 

[FemboyforDaddyRP]

The biggest fantasy I have that I crave is to be in the store somewhere and a older man come up near me and starts groping me all over out of nowhere in the middle of the aisle at the store looking at bread he comes up and sees me he comes over reaches around me and starts fondling my breasts I’m suprised because we are in the bread aisle, before I can react he’s pushing himself against me his bulging pants pushing against my ass as his arms are around me fondling my breasts.

No one is in the aisle so now he reaches his hands down my pants and pushes his fingers into my pussy. he’s still behind me pushing against me. He’s finger fucking Me against the bread shelf I wanna move but it feels so fucking good

He whispers in my ear “let’s go outside”

I follow him outside we go to the back of the building. We are beside the dumpsters. He grabs me hard pulls my pants down bends me over and without warning shoves his cock deep in me fucking me hard he pulls my hair back starts slapping my tits hanging.

He feels me with cum then he leaves and I’m trying to wonder what just happened

I need this

 

[Mickyb9669]

While there are so many thoughts drifting through my mind on a given day, I’m reminded of a fantasy from long ago:

I’m out late at night partying with business associates. I picture a crowded Las Vegas night club. I’ve been flirty with one woman in our group. She’s tall like me, and our interest is reciprocal. I desire her.

As our group congregates on a crowded dance floor, she and I find ourselves compressed in the middle, bodies meshed together. As the room’s energy rises, the people immediately around dance and celebrate, oblivious to us. I lift her skirt and remove her panties. She unzips me and we fuck, face to face as the music pounds.

Horny love it

 

[CliodhnaOB]

The biggest fantasy I have that I crave is to be in the store somewhere and a older man come up near me and starts groping me all over out of nowhere in the middle of the aisle at the store looking at bread he comes up and sees me he comes over reaches around me and starts fondling my breasts I’m suprised because we are in the bread aisle, before I can react he’s pushing himself against me his bulging pants pushing against my ass as his arms are around me fondling my breasts.

No one is in the aisle so now he reaches his hands down my pants and pushes his fingers into my pussy. he’s still behind me pushing against me. He’s finger fucking Me against the bread shelf I wanna move but it feels so fucking good

He whispers in my ear “let’s go outside”

I follow him outside we go to the back of the building. We are beside the dumpsters. He grabs me hard pulls my pants down bends me over and without warning shoves his cock deep in me fucking me hard he pulls my hair back starts slapping my tits hanging.

He feels me with cum then he leaves and I’m trying to wonder what just happened

Ooh nice mine is similar but maybe in busy club, I don't see who he is but he just takes me.

 

[Mickyb9669]

Ooh nice mine is similar but maybe in busy club, I don't see who he is but he just takes me.

Make you fantasy a reality find a good sex club near you .dress to impress no knickers or bra you'll soon find a guy to take you

 

[sandybrooke]

I pull up to the secluded parking lot after a long day, spotting Jennifer's car tucked away under the dim glow of a streetlamp. There she is, my girlfriend with her legs crossed casually, the hem of her short skirt riding up her thighs. It's one of those playful 1960s-inspired numbers, a fitted black skirt with subtle white polka dots that flares just above her knees when she stands, but right now, it's hiked higher, exposing the smooth, bare skin of her legs—no stockings, just toned thighs pressing together in a way that screams invitation.

Her white blouse clings to her curves, the top buttons undone enough to reveal the lace edge of her bra, her auburn hair tousled like she's been running her fingers through it during some heated moment.

She catches my gaze and uncrosses her legs, her skirt shifting with a soft rustle against her skin. 'I've been waiting for you. Needed to tell you something... about me.'

I lean in, intrigued. She takes my hand and places it on her thigh, just below the hem, her skin warm and soft. 'You know how I look innocent in this little skirt? Well, that's just the surface. 'I've been with so many guys, baby. More than you can imagine. And I love it. Every single cock, every rough fuck—it's what gets me off.'

My pulse races as she uncrosses her legs fully now, the polka-dot skirt parting to reveal she's not wearing panties, her pussy lips glistening slightly in the low light. She hikes the skirt higher. 'Remember that business trip last month? I didn't just network. I met this exec in the hotel bar—tall, built like a trucker. We ended up in his suite, and he bent me over the desk, skirt flipped up around my waist, pounding my pussy from behind.

Back in college, I'd wear skirts like this to parties. Guys couldn't keep their hands off. One night, three frat boys lifted my skirt, took turns eating my pussy right there on the grass, tongues lapping at my clit until I was dripping. Then they fucked me one after another—first in my mouth, sucking their cocks deep while another fingered me under the skirt; then bending me over a picnic table, filling me with cum that leaked down my thighs, soaking the hem of my skirt.'

There was this road trip last summer—I hitched a ride with a couple of bikers. In the back of their truck, they passed me around. One held my legs apart, while the other thrust his cock into me. Cum shooting across my skirt when they pulled out. I wiped it off with the fabric, wore it stained the rest of the drive.

In high school, my history prof caught me flashing under my pleated skirt in detention. He locked the door, pushed me onto his desk, skirt flipped over my back, and fucked me. I came gripping the desk legs, skirt tangled in my fists.'
'I've lost count—over fifty guys, maybe more. Cocks of all sizes, in alleys, bathrooms, cars just like this. I crave it, the way they grab my skirt, yank it aside, and claim me.

Thats alot!!

 

[SCRob95060]

My biggest fantasy came true when I was able to join a swingers group even though I was single at the time.

They had me attend a cocktail party completely naked. There were about two dozen people. The comments were not easy to take, they weren’t being mean but there I was naked.

After twenty minutes of mingling I let one of the guys jerk me off, the beginning of a lot of fun.

 

[LFM90]

My top and most crazy fantasy would be to “be” with my 58 yo auntie