Squirting Stories

True story of an ordinary woman

A husband plans a special surprise for his snobbish, teasing wife at an exclusive Jamaican resort, and receives a few surprises of his own.

A Catherine the Thief Story
Catherine returns to Aurora Tower as ordered. Magnetic restraints hoist her naked body. Elias Voss’s haptic hologram dominates her completely — devouring her pussy, then ruthlessly fucking her in zero-G. He stretches her with his thick 9-inch cock, forces multiple squirting orgasms, chokes and degrades her, and fills her womb with a massive creampie. By the end, she’s a trembling, cum-dripping mess — commanded to raid the Lieutenant Governor’s sky-mansion next.

I had taken my Vietnamese wife to Tokyo for her first big money overseas sexfight. A chance meeting leads to two sexfights involving Japanese women and me showing my true character.

At a faraway university, where I provided technical support for a multi-day event on the topic of artificial intelligence. The university was four hours away by car, and I went alone because no one else at the company was available. The girl who organized the event had an ugly face, but she had a wonderful body (primarily her tits) and was very lovely. I had never seen a girl more beautiful than her female friend; she was moderator of the event, but she had lovers. Finally, I fucked both.

When Jane's marriage implodes after her husband's degrading proposal, her caring son John offers an escape—a two-week island vacation. But a booking mistake lands them at an exclusive nudist resort with no flights out for two weeks. Trapped together in intimate quarters, forced nudity, and a community that celebrates taboo relationships, Jane must confront: What begins as reluctant adaptation becomes a journey of sexual rediscovery, with Jane torn between societal taboos and the genuine love and

Kira arrives at the neon rave painted in fake clothes—thin neon straps over bare tits, illusory thong framing her dripping cunt. Ecstasy hits, paint fails, strangers grope, security fingers, gloryholes choke her throat, crowds surf her leaking holes, tents double-penetrate and golden-shower her branded body. By dawn she's a cum-flooded, piss-soaked, sharpie-slurred festival fuckpig, holes gaping, still begging for more ruin.