So I’ve been talking to my step sisters boy friend the one with the huge monster cock and he asked what fantasy I’d love to have right now and I told him so earlier tonight about an hour b4 my husband got home him and my sis pop up he asked when my man would be home I told him he said good he had a friend with home so when told me they where going to make my dreams come true then fast forward and hour and 20 mins husband comes in walks in the room me and my sis where sitting there all of the sudden her boyfriend and his friend pop up behind My husband in mask they get him tie him down to the bed grab my sis make her sit in the floor then her man grabs me rips my shirt off then my shorts then my panties and says fuck look at that god damn that’s sexy his buddy grabs me pinning me to the bed my husband trying to get free my sis man say give up dude u ant getting lose and as he wips out his giant monster cock says I’m about to pound the shit out her pussy as we make you watch his buddy grabs my legs spreads them pulls them back as far as he can boyfriend says this is going to be fun and lubes up his cock and then spreads my pussy lips lays his monster inbetween my lips and starts rubbing I can’t help but moan he looks at my husband says see that’s a good girl she likes this huge cock I’m going to enjoy pound the fuck put her tiny little pussy and don’t worry I don’t pull out he then takes his cock and starts trying to squeeze it in my pussy saying fuck your so fucking tight I’m going to rip your pussy I’m wet and about to cream them all the sudden I feel the pop of that big head going into my tight pussy I cram he smiles says that’s a good girl now let’s cover my cock with your cream they make my husband watch as he pounds the fuck out my pussy and blows one of the biggest loads I’ve ever felt inside me and after he nuts he pounds some more stops yanks his cock out looks at his buddy says your turn I said wtf he takes his buddy’s spot holding me open his buddy pulls out his cock not as big but not little eather lubes his cock up me telling him no and to stop boyfriend says o girl his fucking you he starts working his cock inside me and starts pounding as hard as he can and after about a min he nuts all inside me and says fuck that’s the best pussy I ever had boyfriend says I know right she’s so fucking tiny and so tight I get her ass is just as good friend says let’s find out they grab me pull me down and bend me over the bed I feel lube all on my ass as he speeds my cheeks and I feel the head of his monster push against my ass hole harder and harder til the head pops in I scream Ouse it feels good and hurts he pounds my ass till he blows another big load and pulls out then his friend did the same thing then they made me jerk them both off and then his friend made me sit on his lap and fuck as I gave boyfriend a foot job till they cum again

Looking back, my best friend’s mom has been living rent-free in my head for years now.
Back then, I saw her almost every day during the summer when I was chilling at their house or crashing there overnight, and after that afternoon, I couldn’t stop thinking about her, like, I was totally completely obsessed. It was a total fluke, catching her naked on her webcam, but every inch of her body was like tattooed in my head forever. She was always acting so proper and straight-laced, the kinda mom who was all about posting MAGA stuff or Bible verses on X, giving off this hardcore “faith and family” vibe. But after seeing her like that, it was impossible to look at her the same when she came in with a tray of homemade cookies, all sweet and churchy, ‘cause all I could see was her naked body, and it was screwing with my head big time.
It happened when my friend and his girlfriend were in his mom’s bedroom, video chatting with me on his mom’s webcam. We were just goofing off, joking about stupid stuff, when I stepped away to grab a snack. When I got back, the room was empty—I thought they’d bailed, leaving the webcam on, showing nothing but their mom’s bedroom. I waited a few minutes, thinking they’d show up, but then she walked in—my friend’s mom.
She came in all graceful, like some fancy lady, wearing a knee-length skirt that hugged her long, lean body. She was always, like, super chill and kinda shy and quiet, the type of classy lady who seemed next-level proper. Although I had always thought she was pretty, I never really noticed how her long brown hair, tossed up in a messy bun with these hot little strands dangling around her face, looked so totally sexy.
She had no clue the webcam was running, no idea I was watching.
She started undressing, and I knew I shouldn’t keep looking, but I couldn’t stop.
My hands were shaking so bad I could hardly move them, fumbling to hit record ‘cause it felt like this couldn’t be real or she’d snap out of it and see the webcam, maybe even catch me staring at the screen, my heart going bonkers, like it was gonna bust through my ribs, my body all jittery and wired. My mind was buzzing with thrill and panic, screaming at me to turn it off, but I was totally locked on her every move.
She wasn’t in a rush, peeling off her skirt and blouse really slowly, like it was nothing.
When her bra came off, I about died—her small B-cup boobs were so perky, with these pert pink nipples that popped against her pale skin.
Her body was unreal, long and lean with a super thin waist and a perfectly shaped ass that was just flawless.
She dropped her panties, showing off a little bush that made her even hotter.
Then she bent over right in front of the camera to grab something off the bed, her bare coochie right there, so close I could see every detail.
I swear, I almost busted a nut right then, my whole body on fire.
She got a phone call and stood there, totally naked, chatting all casual like she wasn’t giving me the show of my life.
Those dainty tassels in her hair dangling as she talked, her tiny boobs pointing straight at me just enough to drive me nuts.
As she stood there, facing the webcam, her pussy was, like, right in my face, impossible to ignore. Her thin waist flowed down to these grown woman hips, framing everything perfectly. Her bush wasn’t all thick and wild—it was more like she’d shaved it a while back and now it was growing in, this short, dark stubble that looked so hot, outlining her coochie just enough to make my brain short-circuit. The skin around it was smooth, pale, with this slight curve where her thighs met, making her look all lean and sexy. Every little detail had me totally locked in, my eyes glued to the screen, knowing I shouldn’t be staring but way too hooked to look away.
I remember she started doing yoga—nude, like, completely nude.
She flowed into these poses, all smooth and elegant, like she knew she was putting on a private show just for me.
She did a downward dog, her perfect ass up in the air, her coochie peeking out between her toned thighs, her pink nipples pointing down as her boobs hung just a bit.
She slid into another pose, her long legs stretched wide, her thin waist twisting, her bush totally grabbing my full attention.
She got into this super cool pose, standing on one leg like some kinda dance star, her long, skinny body not even wobbling a bit. Her ass was perfect, all round and tight, looking so hot, each side just right, moving a little when she balanced, making me go totally crazy. Her legs were awesome, super long and strong, the one holding her up all tough, with muscles showing under her skin, and the other one bent up, her foot pushed high on her leg, showing off how sexy her legs are. Her skinny waist kept her steady, like she was some kinda statue. Her arms were so elegant, moving like she was drawing something in the air, her hands making these soft shapes over her head, looking all classy and hot. I couldn’t stop staring at her butt and legs and how her arms moved.

When she launched into that jaw-dropping backbend, facing the webcam, her body arched like a goddamn centerfold, serving herself up like a private show for my eyes only. Her long, lean frame curved back with this effortless, fuck-me grace, her small B-cup tits skyward, those pert pink nipples hard as bullets, practically daring me to jerk off right there. Her snatch was front and fucking center, her narrow hips framing a patch of short, dark stubble, outlining her tight crotch so vividly I could trace every contour of her pussy lips with my eyes, her clit peeking out like a goddamn tease, my cock throbbing like a jackhammer. The way her pelvis tilted up in that pose, her smooth, pale skin stretched taut over her hipbones, it was like she was shoving her crotch right in my face, taunting me to lose my shit. Her legs were spread wide to hold the bend, those lean thighs flexing like steel, making her crotch the star of the show, every detail screaming for my attention.
I was a wreck, hands trembling, breath short, my body screaming to act on the raging hard-on, my mind torn between guilt and this primal, insatiable lust, completely fucking consumed by her every move, knowing I’d never get this image out of my head.
I couldn’t fucking stop myself—my body took over, my hand moving on its own, I lost it in seconds, my desk a mess. My brain, totally fired with guilt and crazy desire, and locked on her every move, barely able to handle how bad I wanted her right then.
At the time, she finally stepped into a skirt, pulling it up slowly and ending the wildest show I’d ever seen, like she was slamming the door on something totally insane. Just minutes ago, she was completely naked, her long, skinny body all out there, giving me this unreal view of her perky tits, tight butt, killer legs, and spread pussy, while she rocked those sexy yoga moves, every inch of her making my brain short-circuit. Now, she was sliding on this super plain skirt, hitting just below her knees, nothing hot or flashy, like something you’d see on a church lady. The way she smoothed that skirt down, all calm and righteous, was so different from the way her body moved before, like she was turning into this clean-cut, wholesome mom who’d never dream of showing off like that. It was nuts how she went from totally bare, driving me crazy, to this low-key, super conservative chick, and I was just sitting there, my head all messed up, still seeing her naked even with that boring skirt covering it all. It was just me and that recording.
Years later, I think about how I saved that video and watched it a million times, no joke, got every single second burned into my brain. I was, like, totally hooked, jacking off to it over and over and I couldn’t freaking stop, no matter how bad I knew it was. It was like I was stuck in this loop, replaying her body in my head, and it was driving me nuts. At first, I was scared to death to show it to anybody, ‘cause I knew I could get in trouble. But I couldn’t help myself, it was too insane to keep to myself. I had to show it to a couple of my buds, just to, like, prove I wasn’t making it up. I swore them to keep it quiet, made ‘em promise not to tell, but that didn’t last, like, a day. Soon, it was like the whole freaking neighborhood and school had seen the video. Every dude I knew had seen my friend’s mom naked now.
She was, like, basically an internet porn star back then, everyone in school and half the neighborhood had it stashed on their phones, but nobody had the guts to tell my friend his mom was all over the place like that. We all tried to act chill around him, like nothing was up, but it was super weird knowing every dude in the room had seen his mom’s legs spread and pussy open. We were all sneaking looks at each other, half guilty, half hyped, trying not to let on, but it was like this secret was eating us up.
It was so messed up, but I couldn’t freaking stop. Every time after that, when I went over to my friend’s house, I was a total wreck, my stomach all knotted up, watching her every move like some creepy weirdo, making me feel like total trash, but still wanting more. That innocent smile she would give haunted me every night. She was still the same quiet, classy mom, totally clueless about the video, bringing us homemade cookies or asking about school in that polite, sweet mom voice. Meanwhile, I would be sitting there, trying to act normal, but all I could see was her naked legs spread wide in those yoga poses, the guilt slamming me hard but not hard enough to make me quit.
Now that I’m grown, that video left me with this messed-up voyeur addiction, always chasing that secret thrill, and every chick I date, I’m sizing up against my friend’s mom—her tight, sinuous body, that proper church-lady vibe—and none of ‘em ever come close.
P.S. Just the other day, I stumbled across that video again, posted on some voyeur site, and holy shit, it hit me like a goddamn lightning bolt, so fucking hot it yanked me right back to that summer, her tight, lean body and those sexy yoga poses still seared in my brain. Finding it out there, still floating around after all these years, was this insane rush and it’s why I had to write this story, to spill out how that moment messed me up and keeps pulling me back, no matter how proper and churchy she seemed.

I have always been obsessed with anal sex, and no, I am not gay. It all started with my first gf, I just wanted to try everything, so I somehow convinced her to this. To say that it was a disaster, would be an understatement. I had no idea how much lube this requires, it hurt her like hell, I was too fast and too eager that it must have felt awful for her (I had no idea what I was doing), and even some shit stains were involved, so, it was a debacle, and we never tried it again.

Many years later, I was with a woman, who did want to oblige to this wish of mine, after so many refused. We did it, and it was ok. It was obvious she wasn't a fan of this, but I learned some stuff, or should I say we did, together. But, we did it very rarely, and I didn't really like the fact that she was obviously not into it, that we stopped all together.

I attributed my experience to the fact that such deed must be reserved for porn only, and no woman actually enjoys it.

Now, a little digression, I am 42 at the moment, never been married, but I have been a serial monogamist, had quite a few relationships, lasting from few months, up to six years (the longest). I have never been alone, and the most time I was without anyone was three months, or something like that. When my last relationship ended (the longest - six years), I realized that things have changed for me, with aging, and that finding women interested in me wasn't as easy, as it was before. I was alone, for over a year.

Then I met her. Ten years older than me, but I had no idea that that was the case, until we started dating, since she looked my age. Beautiful woman, divorced, with large fake tits, which she did hide under her sweater, that somehow didn't mach her character. She is a uni professor, a lady, and she has two grown sons, who moved out of her house.

She was so open, it was obvious she liked me, and we hit it off perfectly. Only after we started dating, and having sex, she told me all about her. She got divorced, since her husband found another woman. After that, she had the big C, so she had both of her breasts removed (thus the fake boobs), it was a hard healing period, but after she went through it, and her sons moved out, she decided to start a new life, and I was in it.

I don't know what it is, if it's an empty nest thing, blow to self esteem that she suffered from her illness and divorce, or something else, but she became so obsessed with me, so clingy and loving, and caring, that I am about to marry her.

Now, this confession is not about my future marriage, it is about the thing, my obsession, I mentioned at the start. I knew she will do it with me, she would do anything I ask her to, it is not that, it is the fact, that she enjoys it.

At first I thought that she was faking it, but no... I can't go into details, cause this would be too long to read, but let me just tell you, that she is definitely not faking it.

And that's it. I guess the moral of this experience is, that there is someone out there, that shares our kinks, but it is just very, very, very hard to find that person.

When i was 18 i fucked my ex sister in law. To this day ive never told anyone so heres my almost incest confession....

she was 30 at the time and had been my sis in law since i was 6 she had always been a big sis to me. Im gonna leave some specific details out just in case for obvious reasons but ill try to be as detailed as i can. i hope you enjoy i still get off to the memories all these years later.

I was living with my brother and her at the time that he left her. it was out of the blue and they had kids together. I was angry at him over it and she told me i didnt need to go anywhere so i stayed there with her and the kids. Time was moving on we used to smoke weed and take mdma together as we always had done pre break up at the weekends. i dont know if one of her friends suggested i might be interested in her (i wasnt) but we had the chat and she pointed out nothing could ever happen with us. I laughed and told her she was my big sister not to be crazy , i was there to help with the kids which was true. no more was said about it but i guess that planted the seed.

I was a horny inexperienced teen , i think id fucked about 6 girls at that point. She started leaving her dirty panties on the bathroom floor she was never tidy so never thought anything of it but in hindsight couldve been deliberate i dont know. I do know i started sniffing them and jacking off . sometimes id put them on too or cum in them then throw them in the wash basket.

We had a family party for one of the kids and my bro was there. she had it in her head that this was when theyd get back together but i knew he was seeing someone . it was very late when everyone including him left. when she closed the door and locked it she just burst into tears. we were drinking and super high. i hugged her and started consoling her innocently , when she composed herself she said she'd needed a good hug for months i said you can have all the hugs you want tonight and rolled a joint. We took more mdma and sat on the couch with me hugging her somehow we ended up sitting on the floor with our backs to the couch me still with my left arm around her. This turned to us lying on the floor legs locked together if you can imagine .

My thigh was between her legs and we were kinda looking over each others shoulders. i started moving my leg up and down her pussy a little rubbing it with my thigh. i knew i was crossing a line but i was super high and could blame it on that. She didnt stop me! Now i was mega horny and picked it up a little . This went on for about 5 mins and i decided to take the chance . she was looking away from me so i said her name and reached to touch her cheek to turn her head towards me. she just grabbed me and we started making out. i was grabbing her amazing ass and rubbing her pussy with my leg. this went on for a few mins before she came to her senses and stopped. she said we cant do this, your like my little brother and got up and sat on the couch. I followed her up there , leaned forwards, kissed her again and put my hand down her top to squeeze her tit. she let me and then pushed me away . she said I need to be responsible here before this goes too far with a big smile on her face. she said im going to bed. the next morning i went into her room and asked if we were ok. i told her id move back to my folks place if she wanted . she looked up at me , stroked my arm and told me not to be silly. we didnt fuck that time but that was to follow a week or so later. this lead to us carrying on in secret for months. if theres interest here ill carry on . theres enough detail her already that she would 100% know this is about her.

I lost my virginity in college. Prior to that, I only had messed around with two women, but didn't have actual sex with. First one was my first gf - I got a few hand jobs, and a single, awkward bj, before we broke up.

Now, the second one was something different.

It was the summer before college, and I was spending it at my grand parents house. They lived in a small house, on the Mediterranean, and I would always spend my summers there. Now, this might sound like a confession of a super rich man, to a non European, but my mom originated from this little place, and my grand parents lived there all of their lives. So, not being rich, every summer, I would do kind of a house and yard work, on neighboring houses that are usually rented weekly, you know the drill.

In one of the small, stone houses, there was a woman, with her husband, but he traveled back and forth to the city, being there mostly on the weekends, and she stayed almost all through July and August.

Now, when you are 19, you imagine a 50 year old woman, as this old, wrinkled up granny. No, she was all the opposite of that, slim, petite, beautiful blonde, and she was so obviously a big city woman, you could see it, by the way she dressed, acted, her accent, and peculiar choice of wine she would drink, all day, every day. I thought about her a lot, since, she would sunbathe topless, when I am around, not caring about my gazes. I remember finding that strange, but on the second thought, she was sunbathing on this stone patio, that got out straight to the sea, so people swimming or passing by in their boats, could see her as well. Her tits were very small, but still firm, and I thought about them, as soon as I would go home, and was by myself.

She was giving me attention, only I would think that I was imagining it. She would suddenly have something to do in the house, while I was cleaning, sometimes in a dress, usually just in a bikini bottom. Now, in retrospect, I was a perfect target for a summer fling, I was young, I looked good, from all the work I put on, tanned from exposure to the sun.

I kissed her one afternoon, when she had to go into the cupboard, at the time I was in it, and it was obvious she just wanted to initiate something. We were in the bed, and when I got down on her (only sexual thing I did before and felt comfortable doing, wanting to show that I am not some schmuck, but a seasoned lover), I saw that she had nothing under her dress. Her pussy was bald and perfect, and she came really, really fast.

As I took my shorts down, ready for more, I guess she came to her senses, and asked me to stop. She said she is sorry, but that I have to go.

You can imagine the blue balls I had that day.

Tomorrow, she acted if nothing has ever happened.

The day after, her husband came back.

And that was it. I thought about that woman, for solid five years, at first, every night, then once a week, than monthly. This morning, I remembered her again, and decided to write this.

No stopping any access 😋

The Night I Remember Who I Was
by @Military_Spouse

Nobody knows this. I’m telling it now because, honestly, I just want it out. Yes, this happened.

In university, I was in love with a man who broke me down in ways I didn’t even realize until years later. He was charming on the outside — funny, magnetic — but behind closed doors, I wasn’t his girlfriend. I was his toy. His cum rag. His property. And I let it happen, because I believed that love meant letting someone own you.

We broke up in the fall of my final year. And that was when I met someone new — gentle, kind, the kind of man who held my face like it was made of glass. He’s now my husband. But this story isn’t about him.

He was on an internship in Russia for three months, and I was left behind with empty nights and lingering shadows. I went out with my girlfriends, trying to remember what it meant to be free, to be wanted without being hurt. But I was still tethered to something darker.

That’s when I saw him again — my ex — across the room at a bar. He barely acknowledged me, like I was some old hook-up he could barely place. And maybe that made me feel something... dirty, maybe defiant. I let him buy me a drink. One turned into several. My friends left. He offered to drive me home. I should have said no.

But I didn’t.

Instead of taking me home, he drove us to his place. Said I looked like I still wanted to party. I told myself I was in control this time.

His friends were there — two of them, watching me like they knew stories about me. And soon, he was telling those stories out loud. How I used to beg for anal. How I could deep-throat until I gagged and still kept going. How I rimmed him like it was dessert. And I didn’t stop him.

Because by then… I was wet. Humiliated. And incredibly turned on.

I laughed. I played along. I performed. I let it happen.

Clothes came off. My body obeyed. One dick in each hand. His cock in my mouth. My ankles in the grip of his friends while he whipped my pussy raw with his belt, barking, “Keep the whore’s legs open.”

And the worst part? I came. More than once. Loudly. Shamelessly.

They fucked me all night — rough, ruthless, relentless. One would cum on my face while another drove into me from behind. They took turns using my holes like I was nothing. And for those hours... I felt like everything.

When it was over, he didn’t even offer a shower or a bed. Just called me a cab and told me to get out. I dressed slowly, sore, wrecked, dripping.

I checked my phone.

Missed calls from my boyfriend — now husband.

I called him. Told him I was out with girlfriends. Lied without flinching. He said he had a surprise and was coming back into town early.

He arrived at my apartment two hours later. I hadn’t even washed the night off of me.

He knocked.

And when I opened the door, he dropped to one knee and proposed.

I said yes.

We called our families. We laughed. We cried. He held me like I was sacred.

And beneath it all, I was still sticky with someone else’s cum.

I tell this story not because I regret it, but because I don’t.

Yes, I was shaped by "Bad Treatment". But I learned that I crave roughness. I crave degradation. But on my terms. Now, I choose when I want to be a whore. I choose who gets to use me, and how. And no, my husband can’t give me that — not yet. But I love him. And he knows who I am.

People judge women like me.

But I don't care.

I own every inch of this story. I own the filth. I own the power. I am Cari. And I am free.

I've always had this fantasy where I'm at a house party and it's like 90% guys there, I'm one of the only girls.

Well maybe I have a little too much to drink. The guys realise and start making fun of me for it. They're grabbing my face and telling me how stupid I am to be in this state around a group of men like them. I can't even form sentences or lift my arms as one of them pulls my top over my head. I haven't worn a bra, expecting it to be a casual night, so my tits bounce free as the men laugh at me. 

One of the men starts recording, and several of them start grabbing at my breasts, pinching and pulling on my nipples. Without realising it, a soft moan escapes my mouth. This drives the guys wild. "She's actually fucking enjoying it".

My short skirt and panties are quickly removed. I don't even know what's happening, I can just feel so many hands on me. I feel them shoving roughly into my pussy, pinching my clit and even probing around my asshole!

Suddenly I'm being lifted up, and placed back down on a man's lap. I feel an intense pain as he starts pushing his cock into my ass.

I'm more alert now, but it's too late to stop what's happening. Another man comes between my legs and enters my pussy. I feel like I'm going to tear open, I'm so full, but as oo as I open my mouth to say "Please, No!", a third cock is shoved into my mouth.

I don't know what sensations to focus on, my ass and pussy are being pounded harder than I thought possible, and my throat is filled by thrusting cock, blocking my airways. 

Maybe I pass out. Maybe I wake up and 6 more guys have lined up to have their way with me. And when they're done, they'll continue drinking, making me crawl from man to man drinking down his piss.

Because I did enjoy it. It's what I'm made for after all. 

Such a shame it's just a fantasy, haha 😳

Omg I am having panic attack!!! On the trouble we poked, I might be weak but this is honest, I need You to deal with it and how it developed. If You can't take two min of Your time please let me just.. tell me to stop Master. This is not me playing no no no, I am really panicking for how it developed and they are coming tonight! Just two min of Your time don't mess with my head. I want this dynamic please don't be stubborn! I get that You are busy and not attacking and reallyyy trying to be understanding and supportive but we do play with fire and I need Your promise of not ignoring me and checking me honored. I am not mad or anything I really want it all, and hope my Master wants the same! Just can You please show up for sec!? Please regardless of Your mood. Does it have to stop? The fun, and all.. just need Your two min to compose myself. Hear me just this time, don't be the Devil just for a sec. I can count on my master, no? He did promised me

I fucking crave my tranny lover's cock like dr**s and I'm a fucking addict. We've come so many times together, I've lost count of the loads we've shared. I was just a 18-year-old, innocent little slut weighing 140 lbs when I met her. She popped my cherry and showed me what a real cock could do. I was always curious about sucking dick, but I was too shy to try it with a guy, so I fell hard for trannies and their thick, beautiful cocks. I saw her ad on CL and BP, so I figured she was legit. It took me a fucking month to build up the nerve to call my first escort. One night, high as a kite and horny as hell, I finally called her and got the address. I was nervous as fuck driving to the motel, but my hunger for cock overpowered any fear. I walked up to the door, and it opened automatically with her hiding behind it. My heart was pounding; I had no idea what I was in for. She revealed herself after closing the door, and holy fuck, a stallion stood before me. A 6'1 blonde Costa Rican beauty in fuck-me heels, a skimpy corset, and see-through panties hugging her thick, hard cock. I sat on the bed, trying to act cool, but my eyes were glued to that beautiful bulge. She noticed me staring, asked for the money, and I handed it over eagerly. Still sitting, she stood in front of me and told me to remove her panties. As I pulled them down, she grabbed my head and fed me that 7-inch, fat cock I'd been dreaming about. I gagged and slurped, loving every fucking second of it. I was finally the little slut I always wanted to be, hungry for her load. She stood me up, and we made out, rubbing our cocks together. It was so fucking hot. She told me to get on the bed, and I mentioned it was my first time. She looked at me and called me a dirty little slut for the way I sucked her cock. She laid me down and started spoon-fucking me from behind, slow at first to let me adjust to her thick cock. She pounded me harder and harder, stretching me out, and then made me ride her cowgirl style. I rode that majestic cock like a little twinky boy toy, loving every fucking second of it. I was getting fucked so good that I didn't want to stop. I started riding her harder, moaning like a little bitch, “FUCK THAT ASS HARDER! I'M GONNA RIDE THIS DICK UNTIL I CAN'T FUCKING MOVE! JERK ME OFF WHILE YOU FUCK ME! OH GOD, I'M GONNA CUM! DON'T YOU DARE STOP!” I blew my load, shooting cum about 3 feet in the air, and it landed all over her. She came like a horse inside me, filling me up with her hot cum. I was leaking cum everywhere, loving the feeling of being used and filled. From then on, we had so many encounters—fucking in residential homes she rented for a day or two, waiting in hotel closets while she fucked other clients so I could have her all to myself. My ultimate fantasy? To be her little fuck toy "husband," used and ab**sed whenever she wants, my ass and mouth always ready for her cock, always hungry for her load