EROTIC STORY PART I: The Altar of Flesh The bed is not just where bodies rest. It is an altar. It is a temple. And there, lying, you are not just an offering. You are a victim, yes, but also a worshipped divinity, a celebrant who leads the rite. Your arched, convulsed body becomes a hymn. Each word of yours, sweet and cutting, opens the doors to this ceremony where surrender is perfect. For what you give, you also receive. And your boundless love spreads like slow-burning incense, intoxicating the hungry faithful who approach the sacrifice. They come, thirsty, pouring themselves out in violent waves, bringing the suffocated moment, the seminal jet that marks your imperious flesh. And you absolve them, accept them, collect their hot offerings that drip onto your skin, leaving invisible scars that never heal. When silence arrives, it is not emptiness. It is an echo. It's a living larva crawling back through your veins, full of indulgence. And then the prophet appears. I. Ravished by your word that fits no mouth, I kneel beside your bed. I take your feet: dirty, plastered with dried semen, flowing stories, and I place my worship on them. I kiss. I lick. I suck. I devour. I make filth your sanctity. I am part of you. PART II: The Liturgy of Bodies The room fills with the faithful. No longer two or three, but an entire congregation, drawn by the scent of your heat, by the spell of the words that insist on escaping your mouth. Lying on the altar of the bed, you open your legs as if opening the doors of a temple. Your throbbing shaft is the lit lamp in the sanctuary. The first tongue bends to lick you, and soon another comes, and another. Each mouth slurps up a piece of you, as if they were communion wafers soaked in your pleasure. Your moans are psalms. They respond with panting breaths, bodies pressed together, hard cocks vying for the honor of entering you. One penetrates your pussy, another fucks your ass, and still another fills your mouth, and still, your lust is unquenched. You want more, you demand more. You are an insatiable goddess, a celebrant who demands total surrender. Cum begins to fall like rain. Warm streams of milk splash onto your thighs, your belly, your face. Your body is painted white like a living canvas of sacrifice. And you come with them, trembling all over, thighs convulsing, belly throbbing, cum flowing thickly, mingling with the sperm of the faithful. Still, it's not enough. They want more. You demand more. Strong hands lift you, turn you onto your stomach, open you like an ancient book needing to be reread. One thrusts deep into your ass, another inserts himself into your soaking wet pussy, another offers his throbbing cock to your mouth. And so, amid moans and orders, the scene becomes a chorus: a symphony of skin slaps, screams of pleasure, and splashes of cum. You are the center, the altar, and the divinity. And they, devotees, surrender themselves to the end, as if knowing that, by orgasming in you, they cease to be men and become part of the rite. And I, the prophet, observe, sing, masturbate, watching the miracle unfold: the woman who transforms pleasure into liturgy, and filth into the sacred. When the bodies finally fall exhausted, you remain. Reigning naked, marked with cum and sweat, your eyes shining with satisfied lust. And everyone, one by one, bows at your dirty feet, kisses, licks, devours, fulfilling the final commandment of your obscene cult: "Kiss my dirty feet." ADAPTATION COPYRIGHT: Buffalo76 #EroticStory

Erotic Story: The Night of the Luxury Mare Copyright: Mgleandro The chic party contrasted with the filth that still marked her body. With each step, she exuded a mixture of perfume and rough sex, as if her entire body carried the recent memory of having been used to the point of exhaustion. The men took turns fucking her like starving animals. Each cock had a different grip, size, and thickness. With each new thrust, louder moans, jets of sperm filling her pussy, ass, and mouth. Her body glistened, dripping, overflowing with pleasure. On all fours on a bench, ass cocked, she was taken to the limit. The cock buried in her ass entered a frenetic, brutal rhythm, releasing liters. There was no room for delicacy: only the eagerness to empty itself inside her, like a horse grafting its mare. The orgasm came heavy, hot, without stopping, leaving her open, marked, dripping inside and out. In the end, there was no bath. They dressed her like that, with dried cum on the corners of her mouth, in her stiff hair, on her sticky thighs. They took her straight to a luxury restaurant, displayed like a trophy. Sitting at the table, she smiled. An exhausted smile, but full of pleasure. The cum stains still clinging to her skin were more eloquent than any jewelry. And between words, she quietly confessed that she still felt cum dripping from her pussy and ass. Sometimes, her throat brought back sperm, which she swallowed again without hesitation, dirty and happy. The scene was hypnotic: a luxury whore, marked, fucked, satisfied. A masterpiece of debauchery. The elegant restaurant followed its rhythm, waiters circulating between tables, glasses clinking. And there she was, sitting as if she were just another guest. But her body told a different story: dried cum marks on her face, the strong smell of sex mixed with perfume, her soaked panties stuck between her legs. While she smiled, some glances around couldn't hide their discomfort or curiosity. The contrast between the sophistication of the place and the explicit filth she carried was disturbing and irresistible. One of the men who had taken her earlier couldn't resist. He leaned on the table, speaking softly and firmly: "Let's get out of here. I'm not finished with you yet." She just laughed, licking her lips, the taste still present. She stood up slowly, her leather dress hugging her curves, and headed outside. In the car, the silence was short-lived. The backseat became the stage for another spectacle. Her panties were pulled aside, and his hard cock penetrated her pussy, still dripping from the previous fuck. The wet sound took over, each thrust echoing in the small space as she moaned uncontrollably. He held her by the hair, forcing her to look into his eyes through the reflection in the glass. "Bitch... still dripping with cum and wanting more. You were born for this." She could only smile between moans, her legs trembling, her body begging for more. She was fucked right there, the car rocking in the restaurant parking lot, until more cum leaked out of her, mixing with what was already overflowing. When he was done, he simply left her there, breathing heavily, her legs spread, cum dripping between her thighs. And even destroyed, exhausted, she still smiled. Because nothing turned her on more than being used until nothing was left, and still wanting more. The car still rocked slightly, redolent with the smell of cum. She breathed deeply, legs spread, her dress wrinkled, cum dripping freely down her thighs. She thought she would have a few minutes to catch her breath... but she was wrong. The back door suddenly opened. Two more men entered, without asking a question. They looked at her, dirty and open, and smiled like predators before defenseless prey. "There's still room in there," one of them said, already unzipping her. Without ceremony, they lifted her by her hair and placed her face down on the seat. One positioned himself behind her, mercilessly burying himself in her already ravaged pussy. The other came from the front, holding her head and pounding deep into her throat. The car rocked again, this time even harder. She could barely breathe, choking and being fucked from all sides, but her body responded with muffled moans and convulsions of pleasure. Old orgasms flowed mixed with new, transforming her into a river of cum and sweat. Halfway through the scene, the car door opened again. The first man, the one who had taken her from the restaurant, returned accompanied by two others. The space became cramped, the car transformed into a den of lust. One held her arms, another squeezed her breasts, and she was passed from one cock to the other, fucked without pause. With each thrust, she felt herself being torn apart, reduced to pure instinct. The pleasure bordered on pain, and the pain turned into ecstasy. #EroticStory

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"Private Audience – Part II: Silent Judgment" The clock read 6:03 p.m. The office was beginning to empty, the lights on the floor going out one by one, like a theater closing its curtains on the audience. But for Emanuelle, the show was just beginning. Theo was there—as always, punctual, sitting in the same conference room, wearing a new suit, his hair styled more carefully than usual, his eyes lowered, almost pleading. On the table, next to his laptop, was a small black case. She entered without knocking. Her heels echoed across the floor again, and Theo stood up like a medieval servant receiving his queen. "Did you bring what I asked for?" "Yes, ma'am," he replied, holding out the case. Emanuelle opened it calmly. Inside, an app-controlled vibrator, small and discreet. She took it, twirled it in her fingers, then looked up at him with that predatory smile he already knew so well. "Take off your pants. And your underwear. Now." Theo obeyed, swallowing his shame as if it were part of his uniform. He was hard — she smiled, satisfied. — Sit in the chair. Legs open. Don't you dare cover anything. She approached, crouched between his legs and, without a word, fitted the vibrator just below his testicles, securing it with the strap that came with it. Then, she went back to the other side of the table, picked up her cell phone and connected it to the device. — Today, we're going to do something different. You're going to stay like this for the entire litigation team meeting. I'll control the toy. And you're going to pretend everything is normal. Theo swallowed hard. — Will... will there be people? — Exactly. — She typed calmly on her cell phone. — A little test. A silent trial, if you like. We'll see if you deserve to continue being my toy. The door opened a few minutes later. Three lawyers entered, all with folders and tablets, ready for a normal meeting. No one imagined that Theo, sitting there next to the senior partner, was with a vibrator pulsating against his body. The meeting began. Emanuelle sat cross-legged, staring at the slides on the projector—her finger slowly slid over the intensity of the control on the app. First a faint vibration. Then a stronger pulse. Theo shifted in his chair, his face a mask of concentration, but his breathing betrayed the effort. “Theo, what do you think about clause 12.3?” Emanuelle asked, looking him in the eye as she increased the intensity. He stammered, his voice almost cracking. “The clause… needs some strengthening in the… in the language… in the… penalty section.” She smiled and slowed the vibration. He relaxed, but knew it was only a break, not a relief. The others in the room remained oblivious, discussing spreadsheets and case law. But to Emanuelle, every tense breath Theo took was music. The secret humiliation, the blind obedience, the absolute control. The meeting ended at 7:15. When everyone had filed out, Emanuelle stood. She walked over to him and, without saying a word, pressed the vibration to maximum. — On your knees. Now. Theo fell in front of her, his eyes closed, trying to contain his orgasm. — Only cum when I tell you to. She opened her skirt. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. He already knew. He knelt down and licked her desperately, while she pressed her hips against his face, her firm fingers holding the back of his neck. — Cum, little bitch. Theo moaned against her, his whole body trembling, coming undone right there, with his mouth full of her taste and the toy still vibrating in his testicles. She pulled away, adjusting her skirt. — Good hearing, Mr. Lawyer. He was still on his knees, his face sweaty, his legs trembling, his body defeated. — Tomorrow, bring something bigger. We'll test your limits. She left the room with the same firm sound of her heels. And Theo... was already looking forward to the next session. #eroticstory

"Private Hearing" The cold lights of the law office were still on, even after 10 p.m. Silence reigned on the 20th floor, broken only by the rhythmic sound of Emanuelle's heels echoing down the granite hallway. She walked with the calm of someone who knows exactly what is going to happen—and what she will control. Theo was in the conference room, sitting at the head of the long oak table, with the documents from the Duarte case spread out in front of him. He didn't notice when she entered. He only realized her presence when he smelled her strong, sweet perfume invade the room. "Still working, Theo?" Her voice cut through the air like a velvet blade. He stood up immediately, almost like a conditioned reflex. "Y-yes, Dr. Emanuelle. I wanted to review the terms before sending them to the client." She walked slowly toward him, her dark eyes fixed on his. She wore a red silk shirt, open one button beyond the professional one, and a tight black pencil skirt that molded her body precisely. Every movement she made exuded authority and desire. “Always so devoted. Always so... obedient.” Theo swallowed hard. Emanuelle closed the distance between them and stood so close that he could feel the heat of her body. Without warning, she ran her hand through his tie and tugged it hard, making him lean toward her. “You want to please me, don’t you?” “I-I want to…” Then kneel down. He obeyed without hesitation, his knees touching the carpeted floor with almost religious submission. Emanuelle smiled, satisfied, as if watching a play she had written to perfection. She lifted her skirt slowly, revealing her black garter belt and the absence of any panties. “Look at me, Theo. I want to see in your eyes how much you are mine.” He looked up, panting. His mouth approached her exposed intimacy with reverence, as if in worship. She held his hair firmly and guided him. “Use that tongue as if your career depended on it.” Theo obeyed, diving between her legs hungrily. Emanuelle’s breathing began to get heavy, but she wouldn’t give up control. She straddled his face, grinding her hips with dominance, using him as she wanted. She moaned softly, in control, maintaining her goddess pose even at the height of pleasure. “That’s it. Licking it properly like a good, devoted intern.” After cumming on his face with a hoarse, muffled moan, she pulled away, wiping her fingers on his tie, as if she were marking her territory. “Take off your clothes. All of them.” Theo undressed quickly, his body trembling with excitement. She sat down on the swivel chair in the living room and crossed her legs. “Come here. On all fours.” He crawled toward her, his hard cock swinging beneath his body. “Grab my bag. There’s something for you in there.” Inside the bag, Theo found a metal butt plug, cold to the touch. “Put it in. Now. Show me how you deserve to be used.” With a trembling hand, he did as she told him, moaning softly as the plug slowly penetrated. Emanuelle watched with a smile of pure power. “Good little bitch.” She then made him lie on his back, and climbed on top of him firmly, sitting on his cock with one determined movement. She rode him hard, in absolute control, while holding his neck with her other hand. “Don’t cum until I tell you to. You’re my toy, understand?” “Y-yes, ma’am…” She was only allowed to cum when she reached her second orgasm, leaving nail marks on his chest and scratches on his ego—which he would use as a trophy. Then, still sitting on him, she lit a cigarette and looked at the clock. “It’s 11:10 p.m. In ten minutes, you’ll clean this room, get dressed, and give me the revised reports.” “Yes, Dr. Emanuelle.” She smirked, standing up with a slow sway. “And, Theo… tomorrow, bring a new toy. I like variety.” #eroticstory

The day I went to the motel with the married Uber (sexual story) I could call it an erotic story but this really happened and since I couldn't record the video of what happened I decided to record a video telling everything when I got home and took a shower... I also showed how the bastard left my ass... seriously I think this was one of the craziest sexual things I've ever done, and when you hear the story you'll understand too... the: his wife was the one who gave me his number Lol 🤭🫣 #eroticstory

The boss PUT IT IN THE insatiable employee TASTY, a report of REAL FACTS where I explain in detail how the moaning was that afternoon FUCKING in the parking lot with the fogged up windows and the car jumping with each seat he took. TURN UP THE SOUND and come listen to this story and enjoy yourself, love. 🔥💦 #eroticstory

Real erotic story - Our first time at a swingers party 🔥 #eroticstory

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Real erotic story - Telling what it was like when I visited the cuckold's friend 😈🔥 #eroticstory

It was a warm summer night, and the atmosphere was electrically charged with the anticipation of the big game between Palmeiras and Corinthians. I, a woman who has always loved to live intensely, was at home, surrounded by the excitement of a championship that divided opinions and hearts. My husband, a fervent Palmeiras fan, was anxiously in the living room, while his cousin, a Corinthians fan at heart, arrived with a mischievous smile and a few beers in his hand. The tension increased as the minutes passed, and the game unfolded on the television. My husband, with his unconditional love for Palmeiras, was immersed in the game, while I observed the dynamic between the two. My eyes met my cousin's, and a mischievous glint danced in his eyes. It was as if there was a silent connection, a game of seduction that hung in the air. As the night progressed and the beers were consumed, my husband began to give in to the alcohol, his body letting itself go until, in a moment of weakness, he passed out on the couch. The room was now silent, with only the sound of the television echoing. My cousin, on the other hand, was more alert than ever, and the atmosphere charged with tension and challenge intensified. He approached me, a provocative smile on his lips, and told me about the bet he had made with my husband. If Corinthians won, he would have the right to be with me. I laughed, finding it funny how competitive men could be, but there was something in the way he looked at me that made my heart race. And then the result came out: Corinthians won. The victory brought a triumphant glow to my cousin's eyes, and even with adrenaline coursing through my veins, a part of me hesitated. But it was a night of provocation, of transgression, and the idea of breaking the rules excited me. He moved even closer, the tension between us growing. The atmosphere was dense, full of unspoken promises. I knew that, that night, the Corinthians fan was about to fulfill his bet. The fate of the night was sealed, and the result of the game became just a detail in the midst of what was unfolding between us. And so, in that moment, I let myself be carried away by the seduction of the night, aware that, deep down, the game was never just about football. The cuckold had no world cup, but that night, the real match was just beginning 🥵😈 #eroticstory

New Neighbor It was the start of an ordinary day, the middle of the week, with your head already full of work, when you entered the elevator. Your perfume, your friendly but not lingering smile; impossible not to draw her curves with my eyes... a new neighbor in the building. My day started better, I confess. You invaded my desires. Every day I noticed something different about you, but your smile and perfume roamed my thoughts daily, and drove me crazy in our meetings in the elevator. Your smile in your eyes, stop breathing for a few long moments, makes me want you ardently. I shuddered to discover his balcony next to mine, and from then on, it became my favorite place in my apartment. Her routine of watering the plants in just a baggy T-shirt, with bare feet, took me to another planet. Suddenly our gaze crossed and we talked. I floated. You slow danced for me, revealing your tiny panties, and your nice ass. Aiii that horny, I wanted you more than anything. In the midst of that dance, you would deliciously pass your hand over your lips, with the other you would squeeze your breast. I was dominated by impulse and started touching myself right there, facing you. I felt alive, potent. The two of us together, dancing and moaning, a great pleasure. His gaze invited me in, and I went out into the hallway and found the door open waiting for me. #erotic tale

Your look is very striking. He invades the intimate in those few seconds before the kiss begins. I have unspoken certainties, uncontrollable desires. As I see you coming very close, I smell your perfume. He is citrus. His eyes looking deeply into mine. My pimple extremece. So you look at my mouth that way, until you finally touch it. It's more than enough delirium to know how tasty and exciting your kiss is. You kiss me and I feel your boner leaning against me. Without touching anything. Just kissing you. I want. I hold only the side of your face and with the other hand your neck. I kiss you enough to know I want more. But before I stop, I look at you. You smile. And I kiss more. • #short story

I found you on the beach, you were wearing a bikini with a red thong. Her transparent bathrobe, moving with the wind, revealed her thread between one breath and another of the breeze. I leaned against you full of desire, kissed your neck holding your hair. Your whole body shivered with my mouth kissing you. Her breasts were beautiful and extremely excited by my heat. I touched them and so this time, it was my body that shivered. You pulled on the bikini and I entered a little, your body moving, you devoured me right there. At that moment, an ocean called me to love, in front of the sea. #short story

Erotic story: random masturbation ---------- These days, I was doing some fetish research on the Internet and, curiously, I came across an advertisement for a woman who claimed to be married and looking for men who would accept receiving a masturbation. Yes, that's right: and she would even accept invitations for herself to appear at the place of residence of the man who invited her to the act. In addition, in the ad it was written that she dispensed with a lot of talk and requests on social networks. All this, at the conclusion of the text, was to satisfy the desire that she had intimately and saw a good opportunity for such an announcement. Well, I recommended my sexual submissive to send her a message, as I also wanted to see him have sex with another woman. The place was public, we booked it inside his car. It was a residential neighborhood, well known and noble. She said we should go to her shop, she was still there at the indicated time. Arriving at the enclosure, she politely introduced herself. It was a woman in her early sixties, whose name was Tereza. She was in shape, very well for her age... Her breasts were voluminous, she wore a very nice outfit, which marked her generous silhouette. The face, very pretty, with apparent but simple lines of expression. We found ourselves chatting and subtly questioning her about the ad. Well, she confessed to having always had the fetish that today is known to us as Hotwife, or cuckold fetish. She had always dreamed of having a husband who enjoyed watching her show off or have sex with another man. She had been married for over forty years. Although we were having a good chat, she summed it up with the following sentence: "I just want to jerk off another male". Well, we decided to do it right there. Tereza closed the shop's curtains, positioned herself behind the counter and led my submissive's body towards her. I, in turn, pulled up a small chair and stood in the corner, watching... #contoerotico

"Pure, magnetic and surprising...". Once, on a trip to Balneário Camboriú, SC, I decided to get dressed and go to a traditional and elegant electronic music club. I dressed up pompously, put on white linen pants and a beautiful off-white ruffled blouse. On her feet, a high-heeled boot. On the way to Praia Brava, I came across a simple and charming beachside bar. There was live music and a crowd drinking and smoking cigarettes. I decided to ask the driver to stop there. Obviously, I arrived and drew attention for my dress too elegant for the environment. After a while, a beautiful girl invited me to join the table, as she had asked me if I was alone. Chat goes, chat comes, I identified as bisexual and so did they. I kissed the girl who had invited me to the table. Then another girl told me she worked with adult content. I was pleasantly surprised and told them that I am the Philosopher, from Camera Privê. I showed my photos and videos and she invited me to record content with her. I was staying in a hotel right in the center of BC and she was in a rented space there in Itajaí. Then we went to her space. The atmosphere was very cozy, with motivations from the religious culture of India. She even had on her forehead The Sacred Point bindi, also known as Kumkum, mangalya, tilak, sindhoor among several other names, which is a makeup used on the forehead by Indian women. The term is derived from the word Bindu, which in Sanskrit means point. I told her that I love the culture of tantric sex, pompoarism. She promptly suggested that we shoot some pompous scenes. I never imagined that girl would make me have multiple orgasms! While I was pompous (which is the act of contraction and relaxation of the muscles of the vagina with those little balls that look like a necklace), she lightly touched my clitoris, the nipples of my breasts and kissed my ears. It was a mixture of the heat of sexual excitement and the cold of the month of April that entered the open window. I was even afraid of catching a cold, but I was too excited to stop and get dressed or close the window. She kissed my mouth with sweetness and I attacked with a lion in the flesh. I held back, I was very aggressive. I relaxed deliciously into a kiss, a touch on my breasts. She again lowered her fingers to my pussy. I removed the balls with a single impulse of the vagina muscles and let her only masturbate my clitoris. That scene lasted about twenty minutes. I came in waves. This is exactly the description of multiple orgasm: you feel waves! We pause the video. Now it was my time to give back... #contoerotic