Fantasies with AI
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A stranger approached us while my wife and I were relaxing on the beach. After a brief, idle conversation, he offered good money for the opportunity to fuck my wife. Elena quickly agreed, because the money was very good, and I had no choice but to agree. We walked along the shoreline to a deserted spot, where Elena took off her swimsuit, exposing her privates to the stranger. The stranger handed me the promised money and said he wanted me to watch him fuck my wife and take photos with his smartphone. Without foreplay, the stranger groped my wife, my dick got hard, and I began to jerk off... The stranger fucked Elena in the pussy and ass, then made her lick his limp dick. I took photos.
(The stranger fucks Elena in the ass, I take pictures.)
(Fucked Elena)
(The stranger fucks Elena in the ass, I take pictures.)
(Fucked Elena)
Elena tells her husband how, in high school, her friend Bob persuaded her, then young and inexperienced, to pose naked for him. Bob promised to keep the photo a secret, but then began blackmailing Elena, forsing her to suck his dick after school, and soon began fucking her. Lena was deeply embarrassed and couldn't complain to anyone. Soon, Bob forced Elena to have sex with his friends.
The amber liquid in Mark's glass swirled as he listened, his knuckles white around the crystal. I watched his face, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. The confession felt like pulling barbed wire from an old wound.
“His name was Bob,” I started, the name ash in my mouth. “From my physics class. He had a camera. Said I was the prettiest girl in school. Said it would be our secret, just some artful photos. I was so stupid, Mark. So fucking naive.”
I remembered the dusty storage room, the smell of old textbooks and floor wax. My own shallow breaths.
“Just take the sweater off, Elena. Nobody will ever know. I’ll delete them right after. I promise.”
His voice had been smooth, convincing. I’d believed him.
“He… he didn’t delete them,” I whispered, my gaze fixed on a crack in the fireplace marble. “A week later, he pulled me aside. Showed me the pictures on his phone. My tits, my… everything. He said he’d send them to my parents. To the whole school newsletter.”
Mark’s jaw tightened, a muscle ticking near his temple. “That little .......”
“He started small,” I continued, the memories flooding back, hot and shameful. “After school. He’d text me a location. A bathroom stall. The bleachers. His car. He’d be waiting, his cock already out, just stroking himself. ‘You know what to do, Elena. Unless you want everyone to see what a little slut you are.’”
I could still feel the cheap, sticky vinyl of his car seats against my knees. The way my school skirt would ride up. The first time, I gagged. I cried.
“He’d just laugh. He’d grab my hair and push my face down onto his dick. It smelled… musky. Salty. He’d groan and thrust into my mouth, not caring if I could breathe.” I mimicked the motion with my fist, a crude, harsh piston. “‘Suck it, you stupid cunt. Get it nice and wet for me.’ I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, glrk, making me ....... He loved that sound.”
Mark’s breathing had changed. It was deeper, rougher. His eyes were dark, fixed on me, and I saw it wasn't just anger there. It was a raw, hungry fascination. His hand wasn't clenched anymore; it was resting on his thigh, fingers twitching.
“Keep going,” he growled, his voice low.
A spark of something old and wicked flared in my gut. The shame began to curdle, mixing with a perverse thrill at his reaction, at saying the filthy words out loud.
“It wasn’t enough for him. Just my mouth. He wanted more. He wanted my fucking pussy.” I let my legs fall open a little, saw his eyes dart down. “He took me to his empty house one afternoon. Pushed me down on his bed. He didn’t even take my clothes off, just yanked my panties to the side. They ripped. I heard the fabric tear.”
The amber liquid in Mark's glass swirled as he listened, his knuckles white around the crystal. I watched his face, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. The confession felt like pulling barbed wire from an old wound.
“His name was Bob,” I started, the name ash in my mouth. “From my physics class. He had a camera. Said I was the prettiest girl in school. Said it would be our secret, just some artful photos. I was so stupid, Mark. So fucking naive.”
I remembered the dusty storage room, the smell of old textbooks and floor wax. My own shallow breaths.
“Just take the sweater off, Elena. Nobody will ever know. I’ll delete them right after. I promise.”
His voice had been smooth, convincing. I’d believed him.
“He… he didn’t delete them,” I whispered, my gaze fixed on a crack in the fireplace marble. “A week later, he pulled me aside. Showed me the pictures on his phone. My tits, my… everything. He said he’d send them to my parents. To the whole school newsletter.”
Mark’s jaw tightened, a muscle ticking near his temple. “That little .......”
“He started small,” I continued, the memories flooding back, hot and shameful. “After school. He’d text me a location. A bathroom stall. The bleachers. His car. He’d be waiting, his cock already out, just stroking himself. ‘You know what to do, Elena. Unless you want everyone to see what a little slut you are.’”
I could still feel the cheap, sticky vinyl of his car seats against my knees. The way my school skirt would ride up. The first time, I gagged. I cried.
“He’d just laugh. He’d grab my hair and push my face down onto his dick. It smelled… musky. Salty. He’d groan and thrust into my mouth, not caring if I could breathe.” I mimicked the motion with my fist, a crude, harsh piston. “‘Suck it, you stupid cunt. Get it nice and wet for me.’ I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, glrk, making me ....... He loved that sound.”
Mark’s breathing had changed. It was deeper, rougher. His eyes were dark, fixed on me, and I saw it wasn't just anger there. It was a raw, hungry fascination. His hand wasn't clenched anymore; it was resting on his thigh, fingers twitching.
“Keep going,” he growled, his voice low.
A spark of something old and wicked flared in my gut. The shame began to curdle, mixing with a perverse thrill at his reaction, at saying the filthy words out loud.
“It wasn’t enough for him. Just my mouth. He wanted more. He wanted my fucking pussy.” I let my legs fall open a little, saw his eyes dart down. “He took me to his empty house one afternoon. Pushed me down on his bed. He didn’t even take my clothes off, just yanked my panties to the side. They ripped. I heard the fabric tear.”
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I was getting wet now, recounting it, my own treacherous body betraying the memory of fear. I pressed my thighs together, feeling the dampness.
“He was rough. No kissing, no touching. Just spit on his fingers, a quick, messy splotch against my cunt, and then he was pushing his dick into me. I was so tight, so unprepared. It burned. I whimpered, and he slapped a hand over my mouth. ‘Shut up and take it, you fucking photo whore.’ He pounded into me, smack smack smack, the bed frame slamming against the wall. The sounds were so loud… the wet slap of his balls against my ass, his grunts, my own stifled cries.”
Mark’s hand was on his own cock now, rubbing himself through his pants. The sight sent a jolt straight to my core.
“He came inside me,” I breathed, the confession the most degrading yet. “A hot, thick splurt. I felt it flooding me, leaking out of me. I just laid there, feeling used. Empty.”
I leaned forward, closing the space between us. My voice dropped to a whisper.
“But that’s not even the worst part, baby. Do you want to know the worst part? What that fucker did next?”
“Tell me,” Mark demanded, his own hand working faster.
“He brought friends.”
The words hung in the air, thick and suffocating. Mark’s eyes flew wide, his hand stilling.
“He what?”
“A week later. Two of them. Football players. Big guys. Bob was there, smirking, his phone in his hand. ‘She’s all yours, boys. She loves it. Don’t you, Elena?’”
I reached out and placed my hand over Mark’s, the one on his cock. I guided it, showing him how to stroke himself. He was rock hard, straining against his zipper.
“One held my arms behind my back. The other… he tore my shirt open. Buttons flying everywhere. Pop pop pop. He sucked on my nipples, biting them, claiming my tits for himself. Then he got on his knees, pulled my skirt up, and buried his face between my legs. His tongue was everywhere, slurping and licking up Bob’s old mess, eating my pussy like he was starving.”
Mark’s breath was coming in ragged gasps now, his hips beginning to match the rhythm of my hand guiding his.
“Bob… he stood right in front of me. He shoved his semi-hard cock in my mouth. ‘Get me hard again, slut. I’m next.’ I had to suck him, my mouth full of his dick, while his friend’s tongue was buried deep in my cunt, slosh, slosh...
“He was rough. No kissing, no touching. Just spit on his fingers, a quick, messy splotch against my cunt, and then he was pushing his dick into me. I was so tight, so unprepared. It burned. I whimpered, and he slapped a hand over my mouth. ‘Shut up and take it, you fucking photo whore.’ He pounded into me, smack smack smack, the bed frame slamming against the wall. The sounds were so loud… the wet slap of his balls against my ass, his grunts, my own stifled cries.”
Mark’s hand was on his own cock now, rubbing himself through his pants. The sight sent a jolt straight to my core.
“He came inside me,” I breathed, the confession the most degrading yet. “A hot, thick splurt. I felt it flooding me, leaking out of me. I just laid there, feeling used. Empty.”
I leaned forward, closing the space between us. My voice dropped to a whisper.
“But that’s not even the worst part, baby. Do you want to know the worst part? What that fucker did next?”
“Tell me,” Mark demanded, his own hand working faster.
“He brought friends.”
The words hung in the air, thick and suffocating. Mark’s eyes flew wide, his hand stilling.
“He what?”
“A week later. Two of them. Football players. Big guys. Bob was there, smirking, his phone in his hand. ‘She’s all yours, boys. She loves it. Don’t you, Elena?’”
I reached out and placed my hand over Mark’s, the one on his cock. I guided it, showing him how to stroke himself. He was rock hard, straining against his zipper.
“One held my arms behind my back. The other… he tore my shirt open. Buttons flying everywhere. Pop pop pop. He sucked on my nipples, biting them, claiming my tits for himself. Then he got on his knees, pulled my skirt up, and buried his face between my legs. His tongue was everywhere, slurping and licking up Bob’s old mess, eating my pussy like he was starving.”
Mark’s breath was coming in ragged gasps now, his hips beginning to match the rhythm of my hand guiding his.
“Bob… he stood right in front of me. He shoved his semi-hard cock in my mouth. ‘Get me hard again, slut. I’m next.’ I had to suck him, my mouth full of his dick, while his friend’s tongue was buried deep in my cunt, slosh, slosh...
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Elena enters the room, her hips swaying seductively. She locks the door behind her turns to face me, a mischievous glint in her eye. Without a word, she slowly strips naked and lies down on the sofa, exposing her bare ass. She bends over slightly, giving me an unobstructed view of her most intimate area.Her anus looks slightly swollen and puffy, a testament to the vigorous lovemaking she just engaged in with her lover. The pink flesh is stretched and dilated, still gaping open from the intrusion of a thick cock. A thin trickle of semen drips from her well-used hole, slowly making its way down the inside of her thigh.Elena reaches back and spreads her cheeks apart with her fingers, fully exposing her ravaged entrance. "Look how he stretched me out," she purrs,"He fucked me so hard that I'm still gaping."
