I confess, I fucked my nephew's wife. We had family members over for a holiday dinner. I had never met her before. It was a quick courtship and marriage. The got married three months after meeting and I had to be out of the country the day of the wedding.

Wow, was I surprised when they showed up. She's a brunette with gorgeous eyes, a sexy smile and curves in all the right places. She's about 5'3" tops. She was wearing jeans and a tight sweater with a V neck. Her breasts filled the sweater and just the right amount of cleavage was showing to be very sexy.

They haven't been married for 6 months and my son told me they are already having problems. Apparently their fights are fierce, his laziness seems to be the issue most of the time. Sad it's happening so soon, their newlyweds in their early 20's.

The alcohol was flowing right from the get-go. My nephew is quite the drinker, so he was hitting the hard stuff right away. She was drinking champagne. When the house filled up, every one was in a festive mood, loud talking, laughing, etc.

Jen and I ended up sitting in chairs in a corner of the living room. We hit it off immediately. The chemistry between us was intoxicating for an old fart like me. The more we talked, the more playful our chatter became. The entire time we're talking, I'm undressing her with my eyes. I'm imagining that she has the cutest nipples, the most perfect skin and the tightest pussy. By the time my wife had dinner ready, I'm thinking I've got to fuck this cute little thing.

Seating at the table was random, so I successfully maneuvered to have Jen sit next to me. Everyone was lit due to the number of drinks that were consumed already, and even more was being pounded during the meal.

Beneath the table, I could feel my foot touch someone else's. I'm tall, so I'm used to that happening and have a conditioned response to pull my feet back when it does. This time, I had a hunch that it might be Jen's foot so I left my foot in that spot. I turn to look at Jen and she winks at me. Yep, that foot was hers. It turned into a rubbing of my leg and the game was on and I have a hardon.

When the meal was over, all the guys left to go outside or downstairs to watch TV. I stayed back to clean off the table and help in the kitchen. Jen stayed behind as well. Eventually, all the women were chatting it up in the kitchen, washing dishes, etc. and I figure there's no more I can do and leave the kitchen to collect any cups and dishes left around the house. Jen follows me.

As we are collecting stuff, we are by ourselves in the living room and Jen says, "You're a very sexy man. I bet you're a great lover." Whoa! I'm not sure what to say. I just stand there looking at her with what had to be a shocked look on my face. She then says, "Oh come on, you want to fuck me, I can tell." "Yes I do.", I reply.

"Then let's do it.", she says. The ladies are busy in the kitchen. All the guys are outside or downstairs. I'm thinking we can get a quicky in, so I give her a nod to follow me into the Master Bedroom bathroom.

She immediately drops to her knees, opens my pants and starts to suck on my already stiff cock. I'm going to cum. She stops, stands up, drops her pants to the floor, turns around, puts her hands on the sink and whispers, "fuck me."

I shove my cock into a soaking wet, crazy tight pussy and start to fuck her hard. I tell her, "I'm going to cum." and she says, "cum in my pussy. Don't pull out." I immediately explode what had to be a huge load.

When I'm done, I back away. She bends over, pull up her pants and says, "Thanks. I'll make Stephen eat that cream pie when we get home." WHAT??

She says, "Don't worry, I make him do it all the time." and walks out and back into the kitchen.

I go into the den and collapse into my chair. I can't believe what just happened.

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Story title : Not a Woman's Best Friend
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Not a Woman's Best Friend (F/beast, rp, v)
by Kellie C. (kellieC82@aol.com)
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You know all those stupid Internet stories floating around about how women like having sex with a dog and they have great orgasms and end up not only fucking them but sucking their dicks? What absolute bullshit! This is a more realistic story.
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My name is Christine and I was raped by a dog. I was thirty-two years old at the time (I'm thirty-five now) and living twelve miles east of Seattle,
Washington. The only reason that I'm telling you this is because of all the stupid Internet stories floating around about how women are won over by having sex with a dog and have great orgasms and end up not only fucking them but sucking their dicks. That is such bullshit.It was a Saturday morning and I was cutting my lawn. The house I was renting had an attached garage and a medium-sized yard. It wasn't the greatest house in the world--or
even in Seattle--but it was clean and well maintained and it fit my budget. I was mowing along the front sidewalk, made a turn back toward the house when the sound of a car's tires screeching on the pavement behind me made me jump. I turned around quickly, half expecting to see someone flying through the air, but it wasn't a person at all, but a dog.



He had come out of the woods across the street and tried to cross the road; now he stood just inside the verge of the woods again, looking back over his shoulder. His ears were laid back on his head and his tail tucked smartly
between his legs. The driver laid on his horn, yelled at the dog fiercely, and then sped away. As the car drove out of sight, the dog cautiously reemerged from the woods and sat down on his haunches. He was a black Labrador Retriever, a big one, and he watched me with a dog's typical aplomb, ears pricked up and head canted to one side as though wondering what I was doing over here. I had never seen him before and guessed he was
lost. I called to him and it was obvious that he heard me, but for some reason he ignored my call and I thought, Well fuck you too, doggie, and went back to cutting the lawn.



After finishing up, I went into the house and made myself a roast beef sandwich with a cold glass of milk and watched the noon-time news. Just as the news was going off, I heard a dog whining outside my screen door and I
went to have a look. Of course it was the black Lab."Hello," I greeted him. "You decided to be social now?"He was bigger than I had originally thought, at least 120 pounds, and although he didn't have a collar on, from his appearance it was obvious he belonged to someone. He was lost all right. His owner was probably looking for him now or would be soon enough. In the meantime, he looked pretty thirsty and I went to the kitchen and got him a bowl of water. When I set it near him on the porch, he backed away and wouldn't touch it until I went back inside and closed the screen door. "You are the weirdest dog I've ever seen," I said. This from Christine the expert, who'd never had a dog in her life.



I leaned against the jamb and watched him lap the water. He was watching me back. I tried talking to him in a soothing tone of voice, but he remained just as wary as ever. When I pushed open the door, intending to join him on the porch, he backed away and headed down the steps, took off at a run across the lawn. Just as he neared the curb, however, another car came around the bend going way too fast--as usual--and for a moment I thought the dog
would panic. But the driver laid on his horn and doing a one-eighty, the Lab bolted back towards my house, darted in behind the row of hedges beneath the front window and let out a frustrated woof! He just stood there panting.
If I don't do something soon, I thought, this dog is going to get killed. Not really sure what I was doing, I picked up the empty bowl, refilled it at the kitchen sink, then walked through the garage to the side door, opened it and set the bowl in the doorway. Then I walked a short distance away. "This isn't going to work," I grumbled to myself. "He wouldn't even let you near him."
A few minutes went by and the dog ventured far enough out from behind the bushes to sniff the air and observe me with his impenetrable black eyes. I couldn't help it, it made me shiver. I backed up a step and thought, Maybe
this is not such a hot idea, Chris. Maybe you should just go back inside, lock the kitchen door and call the damn pound.



But before I could reject this idea as plain old school-girlish silly, I heard the phone ringing and went back inside to answer it. It was Jean Michaels, a friend from New York with whom I hadn't talked in a long time. As I chatted with her gaily for the next half an hour, I watched through the open kitchen door. The dog never came in.
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I shut the garage door and locked it. It was quarter to two and although I'd looked for the Lab all around the house and inside the garage, he was nowhere to be found. He'd done whatever it is lost doggies do, I guess...
gotten lost even more.Disgusted with the way I felt, I took a shower, toweled
dry, and put on a bathrobe. I was drying my hair when I thought I heard a noise from the garage. Not barking, but like someone thudding against the closed kitchen door. Armed with the blow dryer, I went downstairs and tip-toed cautiously through the living room and out into the kitchen. I could here him whining just outside the door. "Well, shit," I said aloud, at the sound of which he began to whine even louder and started a scattershot scratching at the door with his claws."Hold on, hold on," I said, wondering how he'd gotten in. I know the garage had been empty when I'd gone in to take my shower... at least I thought it had. He must have been hiding. Yeah, I thought, he must have been hiding.Opening the kitchen door just a crack, I watched him back
away to the far side of the garage and drop to his haunches. The water bowl sat empty beside his left paw. I had forgotten about it left it just inside the door. "Weirdo dog," I said.



Stepping into the garage, I closed the kitchen door behind me and predictably he got up and moved cautiously away to his tight. "You don't trust anybody, do you boy? Or is it just me?" He sat down again and watched me with
those polished black eyes. And then he growled.If I had been nervous before, now I was scared. You never showed fear to a dog--that's what I'd always heard--and it was obvious to me why. They can smell it on you. I clutched the bathrobe closed at my throat and took a wary step backwards, and as soon as I did this he rose and stalked two paces forward, teeth bared."Nice doggy," I squeaked. "Grrrrrrrrrr," rumbled out of his throat, low, deep and menacing. He took another pace forward, dropping lower to the ground and showing all his teeth. If I made a run for the kitchen door I knew he'd be all over me before I got three feet. "What's going on boy?" I said in a small, quavering voice. "You gonna hurt me? I tried to help you, you know." I was standing with my back against the side of the garage before I knew I had been moving. He approached me from my right, herding me away from the kitchen door,
toward the corner in the rear. I was terrified now. I was beginning to panic.
"Nice doggy," I squeaked again. "Nice puppy dog, doggie." Only this dog was anything but a puppy. He was a demon in black fur.



Refusing to be cornered like the desperate animal I knew I was becoming, I angled away and moved toward the center of the floor. The dog didn't like it much, but he let me do it. I began to think--pray--that he'd let me go all the way to the outside door and go through it. Just as it appeared he'd actually let me go, in a terrifying blur of motion, he leaped at me through the air. I shrieked and put my arms up but the force of his lunge knocked me to the floor. I banged down on my back striking my head on the concrete and hot sparks erupted like a 4th of July fountain across my eyes. My vision doubled and became alarmingly blurred. When it cleared again--too late--I found he had straddled me, fangs bared just inches above my throat. I was going to die.
But the dog had other ideas."What do you want," I pleaded in a tiny, terrified voice. My bathrobe was open, leaving me fully exposed. His hot wet prick dragged back and forth across my uncovered stomach, making me shudder and want to scream. At first I didn't even know what it was. When I finally did, in that same tiny, terrified voice--terrified now for an entirely
different reason--I protested, "No way!" and tried to scuttle away. He took my throat in his teeth."Okay, okay," I breathed with my eyes clamped shut.
"Whatever you want." I relaxed myself with a titanic effort and spread my legs. Again, the dog had other ideas. He released my throat and growled."What?" I was honestly baffled. He growled again. He made circular motions with his
head... I swear, he actually did this... and I slowly got the message. "On my knees?" I quavered in disbelief.The dog, who was not a dog at all, but the aforementioned demon from hell, nodded his head.



"You want to mount me?" A breathless whisper. He nodded again. I rolled onto my stomach and started to get up. Before I could get all the way up onto my hands and knees he batted my on my rump with his snout."What?" I was beginning to think I was already dead. Or in some nightmare dream caused by the concussion to the back of my head. It really ached. He growled and shook his head sharply to the right. Away from my body. And suddenly Iunderstood. "This is not real," I whispered. "It can't be real. It can't be. It just isn't happening." He wanted me to disrobe.Rising erect from my knees, I slid the robe back over my shoulders and let it fall into my hands. I began to bring
it around when he snatched it roughly away from me and flung it across the floor. It landed near the garage door with the arms in an out-flung, helpless gesture. That's how I felt--totally helpless. I was naked with a dog.He batted me again with his snout."What?" I objected, beginning to loose my cool. The
crippling shock and disbelief had begun to wear off and I was becoming rebellious. Damned if I was being corralled by a dog.



Suddenly he was up on his rear haunches, one talon-clawed paw on either of my shoulders and the back of my neck clamped firmly between his teeth. His breath flowing around my neck was horrid. "Okay, okay," I acquiesced. "I get the point." Then, as the powerful muscles in his jaw began to clamp shut on my neck, "Please! Anything you want!" It was a short-lived rebellion. He dropped back to all fours and so did I. He sniffed me up and down my flank and licked my right cheek. I took it. He snuffled into my right ear and bit lightly at the
lobe and I took that too. All the while I smelled his graveyard breath. What the hell was he doing? For a moment neither of us moved. He stood there panting, beside my right shoulder, facing me, and suddenly I understood. This was some kind of dominance thing, what I had occasionally seen one dog--presumably the alpha male--do to another. He was doing it to me. I got it, I
thought. Loud and clear. You're the alpha. I'm the bitch.Satisfied (he read my thoughts in my body language, there's no other explanation) he grunted lightly one time, then went to stand behind me. I stared straight ahead panting. He had really hurt my neck. Good luck, Christine, I thought. A dog is about to fuck you.



He sniffed at my pussy (I hate the word with everything I am, but I just can't think of a better one to use), then snuffled it like he had done to my ear. I tried not to jump but the shock was just too great. I gave a little shriek and sidled forward. He growled. "Fuck you!" I said vehemently under my breath. "I don't
like it, okay!"He obviously did, because a moment later his tongue went
from halfway to my navel all the way up the crack of my ass to the small of my back. This time I really did shriek and I surged forward in alarm. I also looked back over my shoulder in horror as ever nerve ending in my body jangled. It was like getting scrubbed by a warm, wet length of Scotchbrite.I didn't move. I didn't breath. I felt sick at my stomach. I wanted to puke. He licked my pussy again and I made a disgusting noise, something a real bitch might make. Tears leaked from my eyes and splattered onto the concrete below, sucked up almost immediately by the dust and porous surface. It wouldn't stay that way for long, not if I started bawling. When I started bawling. He lapped at me for a full minute, then two, getting me slathered up and absolutely raw. I felt every little sandpaper bead on his tongue and because I routinely shave to keep myself clean--I had done so only that morning--there was not even my wispy blonde pubic hair to offer any protection. My clitoris, my swollen outer lips, the mouth of my vagina, my urethra and especially my poor little anus all got the treatment. And the way he went after me with that tongue, with such unbelievable vigor--he'd driven me six feet or more across the floor--you'd think I was a sugar-coated treat. To him, I guess I was.Then he mounted me and locked his powerful forepaws around my waist and I squealed in complete and utter terror. He shoved forward with his cock, not so much searching for my pussy as dive-bombing it. I wailed again and tried to crawl away across the floor but he lunged forward over me and grabbed my neck again with his teeth. He bit down hard and growled an angry, you stay the fuck put! snarl, breaking my skin with his teeth--not deep, just enough to get his point across--and I could feel blood seeping out of the wounds. "Okay," I brayed. "I'm yours! I'm whatever you want! I'll do anything you tell me to! Just please, please don't hu--"



I sucked in an agonized breath as something hot and sticky and the size of a baseball bat entered my pussy. Then I shrieked and then I caterwauled--quietly, as those teeth still dug into my neck--and shook my entire body
trying to get him out. Instead, he worked himself even deeper."No," I sobbed. "Please no! Let me go!" Instead, I crawled forward under him six more agonizing feet until my head hit the back wall of the garage and then skidded
along its surface. I cried hot, sulfurous tears, the tears burning my eyes, my nose, the back of my throat. The thing in my pussy was hot and sulfuric too, pounding in and out of me, gouging at my vagina, assaulting me, destroying my sanity one thrust at a time. It was more pain than I could ever have imagined.
"Nuhungunaaaah," something inside me cawed. I was no more able to make coherent noise than I was of having coherent thought. I was a woman with a demon on her back... and in her vagina.



Trapped against the garage wall, I began to turn in against it. Splinters from the exposed two by fours gouged me wherever I rubbed against them. (I'd later look like a comedy skit from Saturday Night Live or Mad TV or something. The Splinter Lady, I thought.) But as the splinters attacked the side of my right hand, my right forearm, then my elbow, my upper arm and shoulder and finally my right hip and my thigh, the Lab continued walking me forward with his thrusts. I scraped against the plywood sheathing of the exterior wall,
encountering a second two by four, then a third, and finally a forth.Then I was in the corner that I had avoided so many years before--right where my doggie master wanted me--he banged me head first into the two by fours in the corner there, driving me unmercifully forward until my head had only one place to go--down and against the floor. I knelt there, jammed hard against the studs, my cheek pressed brutally against the cold concrete floor while the dog
banged and banged and banged away me.



By now I was sobbing so hard my chest felt like an exploding bomb. My entire being ached. My vagina was beyond repair and still the dog fucked me. "Please God, please don't let him do this to me," I kept saying, over
and over again. The words came out as something no human ear could ever have understood, except maybe God's... and I don't think God was listening.
Twisted with my head locked against the corner studs, I found myself watching between my legs as the dog wailed away at me. His cock was as big around as my forearm--my father's forearm--pasty white with a cobweb pattern of
vicious red veins. It was a foot long at least. It probably was longer. But terrifying as it was, what was at the end of it was ever worse. Because there, twice the thickness of the shaft and an even angrier red and white color, was a horrendous round knot. "No," I moaned plaintively as the dog continued to rut me. "I can't. I can't. No, no, no, please."But the dog told me I could and that I would and very shortly I did. I watched as the knot grew nearer to me with every thrust. Then the thing hit me with a sucking, slurping sound that made me retch with revulsion, stuck in me for a moment before he yanked himself back... and the wave of pain hit me like a Pacific tidal wave. On the fifth try he finally made it in and I was thrashing around wildly with the pain and making horrific noise and beating at his flanks with my fists. Then something hot and wet came cascading down my thighs and splattering on the concrete floor beneath our coupled organs, my guts cramped so violently that I screamed...
and then I was gone.
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The dog was laying in the far corner of the garage, cleaning himself and ignoring me completely. On the floor beneath my crotch, where I expected a huge mass of blood, I saw something possibly even worse: a grossly-puddled mass of foamy, already crusting over semi-white fluid... his cum. I had been thoroughly rutted.I found I had bled very little. How he could have driven
such a huge and misshapen thing such as that into me without puncturing something vital or causing me to hemorrhage I don't know. Feinting when he reached climax must have provided me just enough flexibility to spare my
life. I think I sat on that floor for the better part of an hour, staring at nothing. My pussy ached and my guts were roiling inside and I felt numb like a block of wood. Never in my life had the thought ever entered my mind that a dog might actually fuck me. I had imagined it of course (I believe all women have) but imaginings are supposed to stay in the realm of imagination. Not show up in your garage. "I want to go home," I said. The words sounded so good to me, so reassuring. My home was only 15 feet away. But again, the dog had other ideas.



The second time he came for me I just let him. I got on my hands and knees, docilely let him mount me, then put my chest and my face on the cold concrete floor and held myself open for him with my hands. I didn't fight him at all. When he came out of me somewhere about halfway through, and mounted me in a different way, I shifted my hands to my buttocks and spread them far apart. It hurt his being in my ass (getting past my poor little anus was really
tough) but not as bad as I had thought. It was my first anal experience and he spared me the ordeal of his knot. The third time I lay on my back with my legs drawn tight to my chest and let him rut me like that. I think it was a new experience for him and I'm not sure he even liked it. Are you trying to breed me? I asked silently of his inhuman, polished black eyes. Am I supposed to have puppies? If so, It would be quite a litter. And then I had an orgasm. I didn't want it to happen. I fought against it with everything I had, but it was involuntary and unstoppable. He was doing me with such savage determination that I think I had no choice. He suddenly slowed down and his muscles tensed and by this time the pain from his knot had almost gone away. He prepared to unload in me and when his first shot came, hot and gushing and spilling out my cunt all up my thighs and down over my asshole, I could not stop. I came and he came and the two of us came together, him squatted over me not moving, just emptying his testicles of their unbelievable load. I clutched myself behind my knees and prayed for it all to end. His gushing, and my orgasm. Eventually, they both did. Then he was finished with me.
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What happened to the dog? I have no idea, and I don't ever want to find out.
After the requisite fifteen minute wait, his knot finally shriveled and he pulled himself free of me with a wet popping sound and his cum--that part which hadn't already sprayed out all over me--gushed out onto my thighs and down between my buttocks. Such an awful mess. Then he hobbled to the opposite corner where he cleaned himself and ignored me from then on. He had gotten what he wanted and that was that. I cautiously got to my hands and knees and, risking another go at it, eased my way toward the kitchen door. I quietly entered the house and closed the door securely behind me, never taking my eyes off of him. He heard the door close but he never looked up. Later, once I'd cleaned myself up and then cleaned up the mess in the garage. I had my 9mm Glock with me then and just dared him to move. I would have shot him on the spot except that I'd have to explain and I would never do
that. I never saw the mutt again.I now live in Atlanta, Georgia, just about as far removed from Seattle as I can get. I live in a nice little, two-story frame house with a nice little garden out back and a semi-detached carport on the side. I also have a female Doberman Pincher named Mary that I know will never try to fuck me. I only hope some other dog does, just so I can set her loose on him.


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Jessie was 17 and I was 20. She was school friends with my best friend.
She would crash at our place a lot, even when my (now ex) husband was home.
We would get stoned and giggly together while he was playing WoW. Sometimes we would kiss, but we would say it was only experimental, because she had a new tongue piercing to test out.
That metal barbell on my tongue felt amazing.
I always joked, while my husband had his headset on, that one of these days I was going to make her cash those checks she'd been writing.
After weeks of this, one day she shyly agreed to accompany me upstairs. I lifted my husband's headset and told him I was going to go fuck Jessie. He was raiding, so he tuned me out.
Now, Jessie was a real suicide girl type. If bettie page had been a blonde. If monroe had been a kinky teen sex kitten.
It started with massages in bed. Then I had her take off her clothes. I traveled from the neck and back to her breasts, butt cheeks, and inner thighs. Just massaging.
She started to squirm and wiggle.
My touch slowed and softened, and started grazing delicate areas. Letting my fingertips barely brush the tufts of her groomed little pussy. I would trace circles up her thighs, watching her slowly but surely spreading her legs for me. I then took the entire palm of my hand, and placed it just above her mound.
I paused.
She finally groaned out "Just DO it already!"
My hand dove at her pussy lips, shocked to feel them so slick and so warm. I rubbed slow but firm circles on her outer labia, letting my middle finger stick out just slightly enough to part those slimy lips and bump against her protruding clit.
Spreading the slick, I worked her pussy as she writhed and gasped. The gasps turned to moans as I brought my face down and put the broad side of my tongue flat against her clit, before lapping upwards and ending in a kiss tugging her pussylips out with a slurp. The kisses grew deeper and more urgent, and her knees began to quiver.
Then, in one fell motion, I stiffen my tongue to a point, and slip my pointer finger inside her warm cunt. I attacked her clit fiercely jabbing it and nibbling at her. Her whole body tensed up, and she put her hands on my head, bucking her hips into me.
When she came, she even squirted a few drops!
Afterward, we high-fived, and she called me a "clit ninja".
The next day, my husband wasn't pleased that I went off and fucked her. He could have joined, but he was 26, and didn't want any statutory charges.
Any man who doesn't have the spine to join his young wife with a teenaged bettie page wasn't man enough for me.
Hence the divorce.

What would happen if gun nuts grouped together to invade canada and ended up winning against canada and taking over the governement and causing the canadian prime minister to surrender unconditionally to the united states? The p******** would have no choice but to sign off on the deal and give the canadian peoples a colonial status citizenship or even as slaves. all those would lead the charge against the canadians would have first rights to all the good properties and lands and all the sexiest women would be theirs as well.

what would happen then?

i forsee something like the old south would develop in the north, with giant maple syrup plantations in the east, giant wheat and bison ranches int he middle, and giant call=centres in the east, plus fishing and timber. all the canadians would be the new niggers in those lands, probably branded with a big maple leap brand on their foreheads, and forced to work as slaves for the upper class, which would be the heroes of america who led the invasion of the peaceable nation of the north.

in a few generations, those upper class amaerican conquerors would have bred a race of warrior-overlords who would be fit, fierce, know how to use a gun, and completely white. they would look at their soft, degenerate cousins to the south (the nigger-lovign americans) and launching a second invasion to free their white cousins from the perfumed bower of the lesser races of immigrants who have destoryed the great white race of American man.

I bet that soft america would not resist, because the toughest mofos would be in agreement with the invaders and take up sides with the conquerors, and they would recognise their kinfolk amongst them. also they would be turned on by the prospect of plunder and soft young pussy that would flow from the new world order. manys the man who would join an uprising in their native countries if given the promise of money, power and soft young pussy.

but then, once these sons of freedom and liberty and white mans power have won the canadian peoples and the american peoples, what then? would they resume the isolationist policies of the 1800s or would they spread their infectious war against the whole world and make the world again into a haven for the whites and the trigger happy?

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Deposit upon acceptance of an invitation $1000 (excluding taxes / directives) per person. This is the maximum anyone will pay and covers everything. Yes, I really do mean everything. There are several mechanisms to earn proportional refunds. There is opportunity to receive 25% of their deposit back upon departure post-party for being part of the orientation and etiquette refresher (week prior via webcast). Any guests who are active members of MOTHERLESS.COM from application to departure will receive a 6-month Premium Membership to the site from 1 October 2016 to 31 March 2017.

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The setting is a kick-ass mansion which is professionally staffed and stocked. All food, alcohol, attendants, security, medical, gimps, prostitutes, media capture, sex-paraphernalia, fetish gear, raffle tickets consumables and insurance is included. One strictly controlled zone will be live-streamed to certain broadcast partners / websites. Participants have the option of enforcing certain visage censorship options. However your image rights for the prescribed event times and all profits generated from the trade thereof will be contractually leased to us for the prescribed duration of the party.

No masks, cosplay or theme ; guest-list flavour is Pan-Sexual Libertine and we reserve right of admission and omission to make sure the spread is appropriate. All attendees will participate in an online orientation. There is a compulsory ice-breaker for all guests (in the city) the week prior which does have a COSPLAY element, critical to the success of our previous endeavors. Attendance and participation in these essential mechanisms will guarantee a partial refund of the 1000 US Dollar deposit.

This is a Full Hard Swing Party with themed niches, and Pan-sexual in nature, lipsticks and dipsticks will be weeded out during selection process. No cross-species or fecal interactions, nor any juvenile titillation. Any other legal sexual proclivity is welcome for consideration and all applicants need to have at the absolute minimum tolerance for all kink indulgences. If you have boundary list as long as the League of Nations cartographers stick to chat rooms and a some-sex marriage. And your new hobby of deciding how to rebuke me for that insolence.

To paraphrase our beloved site : if it's legal and it gets you wetter than an otter's pocket or harder than genius level Sudoku - it's on. My acid test on any sexual dilemma is "What would Belladonna do?". Then do it.

Everyone may request the preamble and suspiciously question me in an irritable tone via email or this site's inbox but eventual applicants need to be authentically pan-sexual and broadly sexually tolerant and participant Being offered an opportunity to book a place isn't an immediate process so if you are one of those folk that uses that infuriating brush-off "no ping-pong mails" Don't even bother.

Be fluent in English (written and spoken) and practiced in basic swinger etiquette. There are no physical or mental trump cards so if you pride yourself on your monolithic plumbing or Sting-level Tantric skills super - pop it under "Misc". And if you reckon you're the greatest fuck on Earth then we are lucky to have you and can I get a high five while we Australian Spit-Roast an androgynous hod-carrier with "Don't untie the balloon-knot" tattooed in the small of his back? The only way on planet Earth to manipulate me is to be Harley Quinn and threaten my life if I don't fuck you to within an inch of yours. And I don't mean Margot, I mean Harley.

If you meet the age, un-undead and species requirements and can afford the cost you are welcome to apply.

Any folk who are not living locally are offered a free concierge, accommodation, city orientation and travel management package with significant discounts as an optional extra.

Pre-agreed personal boundaries, discretion, respect and personal safety are FIERCELY sovereign and enforced by our staff who are uniquely experienced in what is a very intense and volatile environment. We rely upon the accuracy of our selection process to prevent any potential unpleasantness but where there are humans, alcohol and sex there is potential jeopardy. The hosts and hubbers manage the sexual climate but from the arrival of the first paying guest until the hosts departure our man Hein is in charge and decision maker. 'n sterk, sterk mannetjie.

All monies are handled via a Trust with external auditing and transacting.

There are 16 guest spots (excluding hosts and staff), I will be looking for one hub couple who will participate free if they take on that practical prefecture for the party. There are 15 remaining Valet and Fluffer positions which are paid contractual roles.

To get preamble:

Message me on the site with friend request (it will be accepted and must stay in place until you make a decision to apply or not. I'm not in the business of harvesting chaff online so unfriend me when it suits you. The premable will be sent out once a week, each week of this month, applications open 1 September.

If you meet age requirements, can afford the cost and are excited to attend you are welcome to apply. Bribes of under 75 000 000 US Dollars will be kept as evidence for about 20 years then thrown back in your face. Rights share participation is not on sale.

Time-wasters, BullShitters, assholes, The Welsh, Scammers, Trolls, Uber-Trolls and UCAs all are welcome to engage / annoy me, just be sure to expect an answer in kind. I don't use chat apps and only use a cell phone to fake calls and look earnest when I can't watch pornography on any other human-sized device. I do not understand pacmen or code, morse the pity.

Suggestion - this is not a compulsory exercise, religious evangelism, product or company recruitment process nor is it my way to antagonise folk. Please think about it before castigating me and questioning my motives, moral fibre, family tree, breeding, choice of jai alai team to support and gene pool.

Our agenda: We like fucking and we like earning money while we fuck, on a carpet of money. If possible.

Application is free, apparently so is Willy. Which is encouraging.

RIGHT here is the requisite CLICHE:

You will know if this is for you or not, act accordingly - of you are unsure or curious follow your nose.

ALWAYS Asked Questions............

How do I know you will deliver the party you are advertising?

Nobody is going to put down 1K USD without being convinced. If you aren't confident in what you have experienced with us by decision time - reject your option to attend and say cruel and uncouth things about my partners.

Other Hosts' Site Profile names please?

My Co-Hosts are not members of this site, so yes, if you choose to pursue interest here you have to deal with me. If you don't like that send a strongly worded email complaint to my boss: "Anonymous". He is often posting on the boards here and seems involved and just a lol of fun.

Can I talk to people who have attended previous such parties of yours (and I don't mean you or any other hosts / employees you Douche-bag)?

Yes, it is part of the process for successful applicants prior to invites being distributed. Although it strikes me you are the one that is full of shit.

Are you Bill Murray?

Fuck no, I wish.

A couple weeks back, my buddy is working a 24-hour detail. His wife was not. She convinced me to go to a bar with her and another buddy of mine. Many drinks later and we hit the dance floor. I spent a little while protecting the wife from guys trying to dance all up on her vag.
As it happens, that night was hip-hop night. And what happens when hip-hop is played? Freak dancing! I turned my attention away for just a minute or two, and before I knew what was happening, there's an ass grinding something fierce on my old fellow. I can't be 100% certain but I'm almost positive it was the wife. I've never experienced this freak dancing before but holy shit it was amazing. Even in my drunken stupor my penis knew something exciting was happening. Not quite a full boner but it was close.
Anyway, as near as I can tell, that lasted less than a minute, and suddenly it was time to go.

After thinking on it for a couple days, I've come to a decision: I would never try to seduce her, her husband is my best friend and I'm nothing if not loyal. That said, if SHE decides to freak dance on me while sloshed, well, I'm only human.

Used to fuck this broad something fierce. She still sends me nudes from time to time. Happy to share!

Fierce

SOMETHING NEW FOR ME

Royal Durban Shake

Sativa

TAC: 28.35% THC: 27.42%

Brand is TERRAPIN

Royal Durban is a sativa-dominant cross of Princess Leia and Grapefruit Durban. This rich genetic cross has fierce citrus, pine, and skunk notes packed inside of each colorful bud. This is a great strain for daytime relief since it can offer clear-headed and energetic effects.

I confess that every summer I search the woods near to my home for colonies of ants and then I thrust my cock and balls into the ants nest and leave them there for them to bite and sting,I always end up by oozing my spunk all over them as the pain reaches an almost unbearable level giving me a huge erection that, because of the subsequent swelling caused by their stings, takes hours to subside.I must point out that I live in the UK where the ants are not as fierce as in some parts of the world. Satisfyingly painful though!

As predicted, China is preparing a war. Slowly, but fierce. It will take another decade, but then they're gonna attack. Mark my words.

I am infatuated with mature older women and I love watching wives or lesbians get their pussies filled with dock and cum... It all started with what might be wrong but my mother was a lesbian and her partner Leslie was a royal bitch but in 9th or 10th grade as I was perving out on skinemax and steoking myself she waled in on me on full display... she said oh my God and did a 360 as I tried to cover myself but as I nervously watched the door to see if I could or should resume she quietly opened my door and stepped back in, she whispered I'm not upset or anything and I'm sorry I walked in on you but oh my God... you, your... her nervousness was endearing in a way but I had just beenncaught and i was nervous to say the least so when. She was by me in bed and told me I could continue I declined saying my inspiration was over anyway but she surprised me stepping closer and whispering "do u maybe need help? Her gaze glued to the location of my dick beneath a pillow. " What were u watching porn or maybe I could..." she stopped talking but her hand was reaching towards the pillow and as she leaned in her breasts almost touched me only the shirt she wore seperating me from her waiting breasts. She looked back towards me and saw where my attention was and she asked me with clear curiousity have you ever hooked up with a girl yet? 1st base? second maybe? I was speechless but she must have seen something indicating consent because she reached up and lifted her shirt, do you know how to touch a woman? She exposed her breasts and told me in a tone hat could raise the dead, " show me how you would touch me?" I was still frozen but her nipple swayed before me with a hypnotic rythm compelled me and she. lifted my hand and placing it over her breasts said " I love being touched my nipples are especially sensitive..." I tightened my grip cupping her breast before moving my fingers to manipulate her pink nipple between them she deeply sighed and began breathing heavily as I began massaging her breasts and nipples feeling more confident by her sounds "mmmm yes that's it... show me how touching me affects you, is your dick hard? " She reached under the pillow and wrapped her hand around my dick akwardly stroking me "fuck... you are gonna break hearts with this di..." She gasped as my lips found her nipple tongue rolling across the soft pink flesh before my lips closed and I began sucking her " mmm no stop...yes mmm yes taste my titties baby" her grip and rhythm intensifying as she pressed against my mouth. Using her moans as agreement I switched to her other breast and continued to find a rythm as she stroked me and fumbled with her pant string "touch me baby, feel me, mmmm your making my pussy throb" she pulled her wasteband and her hand disappeared into her pants and as the sounds of her finger working itself between her lips I began to smell her arousal and let my fingers trail down her arm towards her busy fingers replacing their job of working her insides and clit " mmm fuck no no your so bad..." she was rocking on my hand stroking my dick and now pulling her nipple free places her soaked fingers to my lips and looked at me "have you ever tasted a woman? Ooh your touch feels so good" I took her fingers into my mouth and killed my fingers deeper. She fell into me harder and was warning me. " Ok we have to stop.... mmmm fuxk you feel so good but no more it's too..." Does anyone remember the ignorance and stubbornness of youth? I didint even hear her because and she was protesting I was in a surprisingly fluid motion pulling down her pants and pulling her down on top of me guiding her thighs over my hips and bracing my dick to absorb her weight as her decent caused an inevitable connection that left me inside her so deep I couldn't explain myself out of that were I to be caught but my actions seemed to hit her at the same time because the shock on her face melted into puse lust as she decended and we were fully connected. "Aaahmmmmf "she wrapped her arms around my neck and allowed me to set a rhythm rocking her back and forth she was moaning softly then louder as my need drove my motions with a selfish need and desire " oooj your in me oh God you are soo deep baby! She was trembling but I was still frenzied by the intimacy of knowing her is such a deep and personal way. " Oh fuck this dick, mmm baby I fucking fuck oh my God I'm fucking you aaahh I'm gonna mmm yes" she buckled down and started grinding into me fiercely and found my eyes with hers you are making my pussy flood baby... Oooh fuck you better noaaaaah fuck right there yes um cumming baby don't slow down I need it it's mine mmmm" I can feel her juices flowing and her tightening pussy was taking me over the edge and in a flash I started to cry out but my almost scream was muffled by her lips closing on mine and she bounded against me trembling and rocking body demanding my cum which I was at the very moment relinquishing to her care in greater amounts with each slap of her hips and mine dick pulsing and throbbing a wordless song about her pussy now belonging to me and even as she slowed her back against me her pussy cried out in her own squishy declaration that she was mine and when our lips parted she looked into my eyes and almost wordlessly mouthed "what did you do oh baby no no no mmmm do I'm you know what u just do?" she slowed but didint stop and leaned back reaching down to where we were connected and wrapping her fingers around my dick " are you trying to get me killed? You came inside me and I am your mother's how and I supposed to go back in there with her babys cum soaking every inch of my pussy huh" she was clearly upset but at that moment I was experiencing my first view of contrast and even though moments before I released every bit of myself my grip tightened and I began pulling her harder against me and her words fell short and her fell short as she leaned back and looked where our bodies were connected, her pussy stretched around my dick and our combined juices flowing down my shaft and looking at the base of my dick but it was beautiful. watching her creamy skin in contrast to my chocolate dick seemed more taboo that what was already occuring I felt a rush of excitement as I pulled her harder against me " oh ahh fuck daa ... No no no no I don't care how good this feels I am not going to fall for a fuck" she bucks against me with harder and I try to wrap her up and pull closer but she is trembling and when I look at her she is intense... " yes I'm coming all over you again mmm but you aren't mine and I'm already being so bad" she grips me harder digging fingers into me " but while im being a bad bad aaaah bad girl use my pussy like its yours because ot will never happen again" and i did, flipped her on her back i dug deep watching our bodies mixing and enjoying the sensation It suddenly
occured to me I was leaving my seed on my mom's dinner plate so to speak and that thought pushed me over the edge and I pounded her pussy as my provence filled her in floods and torents but as I lifted to get up she stopped me and with surprising innocence said " please can you hold me for a little while this was my first and I know your gonna break my heart...

Since an encounter that never should have been I have treated women with the same reverance and appreciation I had that day and since then anytime I encounter a creamy pussy with that beautiful contrast I pump it full of my seed a mature woman still very much alive I ostentaciously shower with flirtations that may be a little too intense but when I am tongue fucking her as she climaxes with the intensity and abandon as if she were once more in her teens the high I feel the rightness of our intimacy secures the surety that nothing can diminish... And while I have been absent such expierences of late even a passionate exploration via chat can bring me back to that place of perfection... Won't you share yours with me?

I confess i love incest story's.

Darcy And Dad

Mom had lost her battle with breast cancer five years earlier. Dad was still experiencing grief and seemed to be having difficulty adjusting to life as a widower. After all, they had been happily married for 25 years, having met as teenagers. Essentially their adult life together was the only one that either of them had ever known.

Watching dad struggle emotionally through the months and years following mom’s passing was heartbreaking. Dad remained in my parents’ home out in the country. It was certainly more of a house than he needed now, but he said there was a connection there that he just couldn’t sever.

I wanted to be more supportive of dad during that awful time, but I was engulfed in my own tumultuous life, having recently ended a two year relationship with my boyfriend after catching him in bed with our neighbor! So after throwing his cheating ass out I had to face the realization that I simply couldn’t afford to stay in that apartment alone. I was not interested in a roommate and I was really at my wit’s end. What was I to do?

Dad had helped me financially a few times in the past and I’m sure he would have helped me again had I asked. But honestly, I realized that his cash would provide only a short term fix and in my heart I knew that I needed to make a major lifestyle change. That’s when the idea came to me… ‘Maybe I can move back home with daddy.’

“NO WAY! Stop it Darcy! You’re 27 years old now. You have your own life and you cannot go back home and live with daddy,” said the voice in my head. And although I knew that to be true, I still couldn’t ignore the prospect of how financially advantageous it would be for me, not to mention how helpful I could be to dad around the house. I gave it serious thought for the next few days and eventually decided to run the idea past dad.

So later that week one evening after dad got home from work I stopped by for a visit. He seemed puzzled that I was there on a weeknight but appeared happy to see me. I was a bit nervous and didn’t quite know how to begin my presentation. So after fumbling around looking for the right words I finally just blurted it out, “Dad, can I move back home?”

Dad replied, “Darcy, what happened between you and Doug?

“I caught him in our bed with Melinda, the slut in the adjoining apartment, so I threw his ass out and I am all done with him now and there’s no way I can afford that apartment on my own,” I exclaimed, now sporting some huge alligator tears.

Dad said, “Well sure honey, you can have your old room back. How long do you anticipate needing it?”

“I’m not really sure dad. I’m just trying to regroup right now and formulate a feasible plan. I don’t want to get into financial trouble and my thinking was that you would also benefit from me moving back as well. I can help you with cooking, cleaning, household chores, and just about anything else that you need done. I can kind of be a replacement for mom, well… I mean, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to imply that I can ever replace mom… I just meant…”

Dad quickly interjected, “That’s alright honey, I know exactly what you mean. Don’t sweat it. I understand perfectly. No need to apologize. It‘s been hard on all of us. Let‘s just concentrate now on getting your life put back together.”

“Thanks dad, I love you so much, thank you a thousand times,” I said, as I hugged dad and kissed him on his forehead.

That next Saturday I rented a small truck and commandeered a few guys that I work with and we got all my stuff out of the apartment and over to my dad’s house. It took the entire day and by midnight I was exhausted. I told dad that I was going to grab a shower, go to bed, and I’d finish unpacking tomorrow. He agreed that it had been a long day and he then retrieved some clean bath towels out of the linen closet for me. I took my shower and quickly fell asleep.

Upon awakening Sunday morning dad had cooked a huge breakfast for us. I thought that was so sweet of him. He said that it was nice to have someone to sit at the table and speak with and how he so missed doing that with mom. I grabbed his hand and said, “Well dad, you have me here now and things are going to be much better for you.”

After breakfast I immediately went back to work unpacking and getting settled in. Dad walked into my room and asked if there was anything that he could help me with. I told him that I pretty much had everything under control… And no sooner did I say that did a large box that was sitting on the edge of the bed fall over and its contents spill onto the floor. Now there lay at my dad’s feet a ten inch purple dildo… And to make matters worse, the impact of it hitting the ground somehow triggered it into the on position! So there I sit on the edge of the bed, totally mortified, watching this vibrating donkey dick bounce around on the hardwood floor right smack in front of us! I was so humiliated.

I said, “Oh my God, I am so sorry, dad.”

Then dad said, “Sorry for what, being human? Don’t sweat it. Just turn it off now before you kill the battery!” He then chuckled as he left the room.

Wow… I didn’t realize that my dad could be so hip. I mean, he was my father and I really never had the occasion to discuss anything sexual with him as I was growing up. But today, for the first time ever I got to see a different side of him. Dad wasn’t just a parent figure anymore… I saw him now as a man, an equal, even a sexual being! I began to feel an immediate closeness with dad that had been absent before. I felt like I connected with him in some special way that morning and that we could now be good friends and discuss anything together. It was definitely a new and strangely exciting feeling.

It took most of Sunday to get everything put away and make my room livable. Dad was on the riding lawn mower and nightfall was fast approaching. I went outside and asked him if he’d like to have a pizza delivered for dinner since it was getting kind of late to start cooking a meal. He said, “Sure honey, that sounds great to me. Go into my room and take the Visa card from my wallet and call in the order.”

So I go back inside and enter dad’s bedroom but didn’t see his wallet anywhere. I opened his top dresser drawer thinking he might keep it in there. Well, I didn’t find his wallet but much to my surprise I did find a stack of the most hardcore porno magazines I’d ever seen in my life. Holy shit, I didn’t know my dad looked at this stuff! And as if that wasn’t enough, I came across a bottle of personal lubricant. Oh my God, my dad has been jerking off to dirty pictures! I felt so ashamed and embarrassed from what I had discovered, yet equally excited. The thought of my dad jerking off somehow gave me a sensual rush and I felt my vagina becoming moist. My God, this isn’t happening, I thought. How can I be getting aroused over my own father?

Just then my dad appeared in the doorway. I was caught red handed! I had one of the magazines opened to the centerfold picture and the bottle of personal lubricant sitting in my lap. There was no way out of this one and I was sure dad was going to be really pissed at me for invading his privacy.

I began to explain how I was looking for his wallet but dad quickly interrupted me and said, “Now Darcy, listen to me. If you’re going to be living under my roof you’re going to have to play by my rules.”

Oh boy, I felt like I really blew it now and that he was going to let me have it big time.

Dad continued, “In this house I do certain things - private things - that you may or may not condone. But the fact of the matter is, since your mom passed on five years ago I have not been with a woman. Men have certain needs and so I choose to satisfy those needs myself, in private. It’s just something I must do to maintain my sexual sanity and if...”

Then I interrupted, “Oh daddy, of course I understand. I’m an adult and a woman of the world. I know all about masturbation and the male libido. I didn’t just crawl out from under a rock. I am just so sorry for rummaging through your stuff. I truly was only looking for your wallet. And as for these personal items, I don’t have a problem with any of them, seriously. I mean, now that Doug and I have split I’ll probably have to do the same thing for awhile!”

Dad jokingly replied, “Yea, unless you keep dropping your new partner on the floor!”

Dad then opened a different drawer, retrieved his wallet and called in the pizza order. He then said he was going to take a shower and asked if I could keep an ear out for the pizza guy. I told him I would and then retreated to my room.

I was still somewhat distracted by the mental image of my dad jerking off to those dirty magazines. The thought of it was exhilarating to me and for however wrong that was, it felt just as right. I could feel my vagina continuing to moisten and I knew that I’d have to relieve my sexual tension soon.

With dad in the shower and the pizza still 30 minutes away I thought there would be no better time than now. So I shut my bedroom door, got my dildo, removed all my clothes, laid on my bed, closed my eyes, and entered my new fantasyland.

My clitoris was extremely sensitive and I felt a strange tingling deep inside my vagina. I was clearly aroused far beyond where Doug had ever taken me before. It had to be the new environment, the risk of getting caught by my dad, and the image of him masturbating that had me so supercharged. Whatever it was, I wanted to embrace it. These newfound sensations consumed me and I was rendered powerless by them.

Clitoral stimulation alone had always given me a decent orgasm. But today I wanted penetration too. I was wild with excitement and began having images of my dad being inside me, holding me, satisfying my every desire, loving me in the way that he always loved mom. The thought of that was a real turn on so I inserted the dildo deep into my vagina and began ramming my g-spot, closed my eyes and imagined it was dad inside me. I continued to work my clit and fondle my breasts with the other hand, going back and forth between the two.

My orgasm was building like a fierce volcano that was nearing eruption. This was going to be a real powerhouse of a release. I could feel it coming and I couldn’t stop it. I moaned as my body wrenched with delight, one contraction after another, delivering a sexual release like I had never experienced before. My vagina gushed with cum as it pooled on the sheet at my butt. The orgasm must have lasted for several minutes. It was ecstasy and I didn’t want it to end.

But then the doorbell rang. It was the pizza guy! Dad was surprisingly already out of the shower and dressed so he dealt with that. I guess I’d lost track of time. So I quickly went into my bathroom, washed up a bit and put on some clean panties. Dad knocked on my bedroom door to tell me that dinner is served. I told him that I’d be right out.

We sat at the dining room table and dug into our pizza. It was loaded with toppings and extra cheese. It was definitely the pizza to die for!

But dad had just two pieces and said, “Well, that‘s it for me.”

I said, “What? Two pieces and you’re calling it quits?”

He jokingly replied, “Hey, I need to watch my cute little figure!”

Actually I shouldn’t have been surprised. Dad had become somewhat of a health fanatic ever since mom got sick and died. He lost a lot of weight and still exercises at the local gym faithfully three nights a week after work.

Dad’s really done a nice job of toning up his body over the past few years. Even now in his mid-forties he’s really somewhat of a stud muffin! And for the life of me I can’t understand why some woman hasn’t already snagged him.

But in a selfish kind of way I’m glad that no one has. I think I’d be insanely jealous of any woman that got in between me and daddy now. I know that sounds very possessive, but I want daddy all for myself now and I’ll do anything to keep it that way. Anything!

So the weekend was coming to a close and bedtime was fast upon us. Dad said goodnight and went to his room and I said goodnight and went to my room.

But after laying there for a few minutes I suddenly remembered that dad recently had a mechanical timer installed on his hot water tank to save on electricity and I had no clue how to set it. I’d be up and in the shower an hour before dad the next morning and I wanted to make sure that I’d have hot water.

So I got back out of bed and walked across the house to dad’s room but noticed that his bedroom door was closed. I was getting ready to knock when I heard dad talking to someone. His voice sounded kind of weird though. I didn’t want to eavesdrop but my curiosity really got the best of me. I placed my ear gently up to his door and listened.

Oh my God, I think he was jerking off! I was hearing some moaning and I swear I even heard my name a few times… “Darcy, Oh Darcy… You are so much like your mom and I love you so much.”

That was it! Dad was fantasizing about me while he was jerking off! I felt so honored and powerful and again I began to tremble with excitement as I became sexually aroused. I wanted so much to just go in there and confront him and let our natural feelings and desires take over. I felt such love for my daddy and I just knew that he must have been feeling the same for me at that moment.

There I stood on the outside of his door in my sexy, short baby doll pajamas. My hand went for the door knob. I didn’t know if I could stop myself at this point. I was not thinking rationally. I wanted my daddy so badly at that moment that I would risk anything to have him. Once again I could feel my vagina oozing with juice. It was now or never.

I slowly turned the doorknob and quietly opened the door. Upon entering I saw my dad laying in his bed completely nude on his back and his beautiful hard dick sticking straight up in the air as he slid his hand over it, stroking so slowly up and down. He was still moaning and hadn’t yet noticed me.

I slowly inched my way into his view and the second he saw me he immediately rolled over onto his side and attempted to pull the sheet over him. He was obviously startled and his first reflex was to hide from me what he was doing. I understood that. But I also knew that I needed to seize the moment if I stood any chance at all of making this happen. And I so wanted it to happen. I wanted nothing more in the world at that moment. I was so hot with lust and love for my daddy that there was nothing I wouldn’t have done to have him.

So I slowly made my way over to his side of the bed and sat down beside him. I made sure that my short baby doll pajamas were riding high and exposing as much upper leg as they could. Dad was on his left side and facing me, but he wouldn’t look me in the face. I knew he must have been embarrassed and I also knew that I had to assure him that what he was doing was absolutely fine and perfectly alright with me.

As I gently spoke to him I began stroking his right arm and shoulder area. He was so tanned and masculine looking. I said, “Daddy, what you were doing is perfectly natural. It’s okay, really. It actually turned me on and I’ll even let you in on a little secret of mine… I’ve been fantasizing about having a sexual relationship with you ever since mom passed away. I knew you were lonely and I wanted nothing more than to move in here with you and keep you satisfied in all the ways that mom did.”

With that dad looked up at me and said, “Really? So you don’t think I’m a pervert for fantasizing about my daughter?

I said, “Oh daddy, it’s perfectly natural. We both want the same thing and I can see no reason to deprive either of us from what makes us happy. Now roll over onto your back again, close your eyes, and enjoy the ride. Trust me daddy and let your inhibitions go. Just relax and know that I love you so deeply and I will never feel uncomfortable with anything that we do together.”

With dad on his back again I removed my pajamas. My breasts were firm, nipples erect, and my pussy was literally dripping with love juice at this point. Dad took one look at me and gasped, “My God Darcy, you look just like your mom so many years ago. I cannot believe you are giving me this present. I want you so much and want to love every inch of your beautiful, sexy body.”

I was so hot with passion at this point that I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. I began to lick my daddy‘s huge cock, every inch of it, and then stuffed it into my mouth and as far down my throat that I could take it. He moaned and groaned and I feared that he might cum right away. I didn’t want this to end so I stopped doing that and mounted him instead. I allowed the head of his hard cock to slightly penetrate my hot, moist pussy but not let it go in all the way. It was driving daddy wild and he was begging for more. I was in full command and I loved it. He was finally mine and I had full control.

Daddy told me to turn around and to get into the 69 position. I did and then I felt daddy’s warm, moist tongue licking the juices from my dripping cunt. Daddy said, “Darcy, your pussy even looks and tastes just like mom’s did.” He was now licking, biting, and sucking, and inserting his tongue inside my pussy and then my ass as far as he could get it. He’d become a wild man and I was loving every minute of it.

But I wanted to have my daddy inside me too. I wanted to have that extreme closeness with him, to have his dick deep inside, and to have him shoot his load far inside me. I wanted to be there for him at that moment to tell him that I love him and that he can have me whenever he wanted me from now on.

So I turned around and laid down beside him. I hugged him and pulled him close to me and he instinctively rolled right over on top of me. I grabbed his huge cock and guided it right into my wet pussy. He moaned as it went in. I know he had been waiting for this for so long, just as I had been.

It felt so good to have daddy inside me finally. I told him to go inside as deeply as he could and pull out all the way each time. At the same time I was rubbing my clitoris. Each time he’d enter his cock would hit my g-spot. The angle was perfect and dad seemed to know exactly what he needed to do. I remember thinking to myself, Gosh, mom was so lucky to have had this for so long.

Eventually I felt my orgasm starting to build. It felt that it would be even stronger than the one I had earlier in the day while awaiting the pizza delivery. I mean, this was like heaven. Daddy knew exactly what to do and when to do it. He seemed to know me and my body inside and out. There was nothing he could have done wrong.

I was getting really close. I said, “Daddy, are you almost there? I’m getting very close and I want us to cum together.”

Daddy said, “Okay baby, let it go whenever you need to. I am right there now. Shall I hold off or let it go?”

My orgasm was starting and it was like nothing I had ever experienced in my life. I tried to speak to let daddy know that I was starting to cum, but I couldn’t form the words. It was just too overpowering.

But daddy must have sensed it because he then whispered to me, “Okay honey, I’m going to cum inside you now. I love you so much baby. Stay with me now and let me unleash my love juice inside you.”

We both had our mind blowing orgasms together and it was the best sex that either of us had ever experienced in our lives. Afterwards we just remained there motionless. Daddy did not even pull out. He just laid there on top of me while I stroked his hair and held him close to my breasts.

Eventually we both got up and took a shower together. I had never felt so close to another human being as I felt with daddy that evening. This had gone far beyond sex. Something else had happened here. There was just too much of a closeness and too much of a desire and attraction for it to be sinful incest. It’s like daddy was not really my father anymore, but my husband and my soul mate and my lover. It was a dream come true for us both.

Needless to say I moved into daddy’s room with him. I kept some of my stuff in the other room just for appearance sake. Daddy and I both realized that although we were so in love with each other and saw nothing wrong with our relationship, that society was still not ready for it.

We’ve been together now living as man and wife for nearly two years. The sex is still as great as it was that first night and if anything we’ve developed a deeper and more trusting love and mutual respect for each other than most couples ever know.

I love my daddy and I’ll always be there for him.

Nothing special
Just the thought of people looking at my cock
turns me on something fierce

I want to confess that i have had sex with my older sister. She's 26 years old, straight blond hair, big busty tits and a nice plump ass. I'm only 19. It started off like this...

My Aunt and Uncle have come over to stay for Christmas, along with my grandmother and grandfather. So my sister had to bunk with me in my room. Now i've never had sexual feelings for my sister before this incident, but what's about to happen next still makes my body quiver. So i came home from my friend's house, it was pretty late and my house was dark and quiet. I was mad late. So i snuck into my house, walked into my room and saw her lying across it with a tight tee and shorty shorts that hugged the rim of her ass cheeks perfectly. Mmm, the site was intoxicating. I stood there in the doorway surprised to see her laying there like that.

"You're gonna be so busted when mom and dad find out." she said mockingly.

I just told her they don't have to know about it, followed by what the hell are you doing in my room. She told me the situation and i was shocked, pissed even. I have to share my room with my sister for the entire month of December until New Years Day. So i tried to make the best of it. I stripped down to my boxers and a night tee and crawled into bed, i was so tired from playing Xbox all night with my buddies and i just wanted to pass out.

So as i laid there trying to fall asleep, my sister sighs and says; "It's a shame i have to sleep here with you. Because i usually always sleep naked and rub one out before going to sleep." My eyes snapped open and i couldn't believe she was telling me this. All she did was look over at me and laughed. Then leaning in closer to me and giggling; "What's wrong? You like thinking of me rubbing on my clit, until i cum, huh? Bro?" she teased and nudged me.

I acted as if it was a turn off. But who the hell am i kidding? She's a complete fox. So the night went on and it was a restless one. It's gotta be like three in the morning and she rolls over on her stomach and says "Hey, Bro, can you give me a back rub, my back's killing me." I really didn't want to. I mean all i really wanted to do was continuing sleeping, but like a schmuck i nodded and agreed. Hauling my body up, i moved over to her and began rubbing her back. She told me to stop for a second and then took off her top. I was immediately sprouting hard wood in my boxers.

My cock was hard and throbbing. I bit my lip and tried to remember she's family, but all my senses were telling to do the nasty. Fighting through temptation i kept the back-rub professional. As i moved my hand down to the arch of her back, i heard her slightly moaning. Then noticed that her ass was gyrating into the bed. "Hey, can you go a little bit lower?" she whimpered. So i moved my hand down the lower part of her back, to the beginning of her ass. "Lower" she moaned. So i guided my hand on her ass. She began to gyrate more fiercely now. Not able to contain herself anymore she squealed out, "Oh, just pull these shorts off and eat me! Please, i need you to eat my pussy, bro!" She didn't need to tell me twice.

I rolled her onto her back and pulled those shorts off. There my sister laid on her back, legs spread wide open and her warm, wet pussy awaited my mouth. A nice neatly well trimmed bush just above her sexy cunt. As i leaned downward towards her pussy, the heat coming off of it was so goddamn hot i just shoved my mouth into her crotch. My tongue slithering deep into her slip, lapping my tongue up and down and then ever so sightly sucking on her clit as i fingered her.

Slow and steady at first, but she moaned, "Hard! I want it hard!" So i began to thrust my fingers into her pussy fast and hard. She gyrated and pushed back onto my finger as her body twitched from the ecstasy i was putting her through. With her left hand, she brought it to my boxers, and began to rub on my already bugling cock. "Pull it out, i wanna suck it!" she insisted.

I pulled out my cock and not even waiting she began to suck on it, fast and rough. Stroking it into her mouth, she was a pro. I leaned my head back and my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head as her mouth did things that my last girlfriend could never do. It wasn't very long, but it was unforgettable. As we both reached our climax, our bodies twitched and trembled as she came all over my fingers and i busted my load into her mouth.

I shivered and winced as i just stood there looking at her as her body kept fidgeting as her eyes stared up at me and with a wicked smile... she said "This is the beginning of a great New Year, bro." Falling on the bed, beside her she leaned over and kissed me passionately. Her tongue swirling around in my mouth. "Tomorrow night will be better." She said.

That was Tonight. And i can't believe that me and my sister did that.
But more importantly i can't wait for tomorrow night. More to come...

I need this play as clip so badly or someone can roleplay with me this story. Anyone?

Play: The Knife-to-the-Heart execution
Alternating Perspectives: Me and Her
Scene 0: Conversation in the Cell Before Execution
A small cell is illuminated by the cold, flickering white neon light on the ceiling. The chilly concrete walls are covered with scratches from previous prisoners. She sits on an old wooden bench with tattered edges, her thin, worn green prisoner’s uniform clinging to her body, damp with sweat. I stand in front of the iron door, my fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turn white, my eyes filled with pain and longing I try to hide.

Me:
(In my mind)
I look at her. Her fragile frame brims with life. I lean down slowly, pressing my ear to her chest. Her heartbeat echoes "thump-thump... thump-thump..." clearly in the silence, steady yet tense at around 90 beats per minute. It’s so strong, the contractions firm as if it could keep beating for years. I want to tell her she shouldn’t have to end like this, but the truth is too cruel.
(Speaking aloud, voice trembling)
"In a few minutes, they’ll take you away. I want to spend as much time with you as I can, but I have to tell you what’s about to happen first. Your heartbeat... it’s so strong, you know? The contractions are firm and steady. It could beat for so much longer..."

Her:
(In her mind)
I sit on the cold, old wooden bench. My heart beats "thump-thump... thump-thump..." in my chest as you lean closer. I feel your warm breath against my skin, warming me amidst the fear. But I know... the heart you call strong is about to stop soon.
(Speaking aloud, voice shaky)
"It’s really time, isn’t it? Tell me. I want to know... I want to hear it from you. Even if my heart is strong... it won’t last much longer. Soon it’ll stop, and I’ll finally rest."
I take a deep breath, placing a small wooden box containing clothes and a white cloth on the bench beside her. My hands tremble slightly as I pick up a white undergarment, my fingers brushing the fabric lightly.

Me:
(In my mind)
I don’t want to say it at all, but I have to. I want her to have some control before it all ends.
(Speaking aloud)
"The execution method... They told me to explain it to you and let you choose. There are two options. The first is an injection. You’ll lie on a bed, I’ll inject the lethal injection into your veins, and you’ll fall asleep quietly, without pain. Your body will gradually shut down, like a nightmare ending. The second is strangulation with a cloth... It’s slower. You’ll feel it, feel me, until the very last moment. As for clothes... you need to change out of this prisoner’s uniform. I have a simple white undergarment, soft and thin, or a thin black robe that covers more of your body. I want you to choose... at least so you feel you have something in your hands before it’s all over."

Her:
(In her mind)
I stare at the box with empty eyes. My heart beats "thump-thump..." a little slower as I think. The injection would let me go quietly, but I don’t want to leave you without feeling anything. I want to stay with you longer, even if it hurts. I want to feel you.
(Speaking aloud, taking a deep breath)
"If it’s the injection, I won’t feel anything, right? It’ll be quick... but I won’t really get to say goodbye to you. But with the cloth... I’ll stay with you longer... I’ll feel you until the last second, won’t I?"

Me:
(In my mind)
Her question pierces my heart. I nod, tears welling up. She’s accepted her death, but I can’t come to terms with it.
(Speaking aloud)
"Yes... If it’s the cloth, you’ll stay conscious for a while. I’ll be with you every second. I’ll make you feel me... even though it has to end."

Her:
(In her mind)
I give a faint smile, tears streaming down my cheeks. I’ve decided. I want to feel you, even if it’s the last time.
(Speaking aloud)
"Then I choose the cloth strangulation... I want to feel you until the very end. I don’t want to leave without feeling anything. As for the clothes... I’ll take the white undergarment. I want it to be simple... and if you have to see me for the last time, I want it to be like this—plain, but me."

Me:
(In my mind)
My tears drip onto the floor. She’s made her choice... I take the white undergarment from the box, my hands brushing the fabric lightly. I long to stop time right here.
(Speaking aloud, voice trembling)
"Are you sure? It won’t be easy—for you or for me. But I’ll make it as gentle as I can. I’ll be with you... and I’ll make you happy before it all ends."

Her:
(In her mind)
I gently take your hand. My heart beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." faster, reaching 100 beats per minute. The warmth from your palm seeps into me. I want to hug you tightly, but I know we have to move forward.
(Speaking aloud)
"Thank you for letting me choose. I trust you. Do it for me, please. I want it to be you... not anyone else."

I help her change, my hands touching her skin tenderly. I slowly remove her old prisoner’s uniform and slip the white undergarment onto her. My fingers tremble as I adjust the edges.
Scene 1: Leading to the Execution and the Start of Pleasure
Me:
(In my mind)
I hold her hand gently, leading her from the cell to the execution chamber. My hand wraps around her wrist as if afraid she’ll vanish. The narrow hallway is frigid, our footsteps echoing in the silence. The execution room is dim, lit only by a faint overhead lamp casting light onto an old wooden chair. I guide her to sit slowly. Her white undergarment bears faint sweat stains. I lean down, pressing my ear to her chest. Her heartbeat rings out "thump-thump... thump-thump..." clearly, strong and steady at about 100 beats per minute. It’s still so alive... if only it weren’t today.
(Speaking aloud)
"I don’t want you to go... but if you must, I’ll make you happy until the last moment. I’ll do it as gently as I can."

Her:
(In my mind)
I feel your hand around my wrist, warm and steady amidst the cold. My heart beats "thump-thump... thump-thump..." at around 100 beats per minute. Fear creeps in, but having you beside me calms me somewhat. You sit me down, the cold wood against my skin. I feel your breath on my chest again, my heart pounding louder in my chest.
(Speaking aloud, breathing quickly)
"You... I’m scared... but I want to feel you. Do it... I’m ready."
I pick up a long white cloth from the table beside us, draping it around her neck lightly. My fingers brush the skin at the nape of her neck slowly.

Me:
(In my mind)
I loop the cloth around her neck. Her heart speeds up to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute, rapid and forceful. I gently pull her undergarment halfway down, exposing her trembling skin under the dim light. She moans "Ah..." as my fingers touch her sensitive spot. Her heartbeat rings clear in my ear.
(Speaking aloud)
"Do you feel good... I want you to feel me. I’ll make you happy."

Her:
(In her mind)
I feel the cloth around my neck, but your gentleness keeps me from being afraid. My heart beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute. You pull my undergarment down, my skin quivering in the cold air. I moan "Ah..." as you touch me. You enter in me gently, and my heart surges to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 140 beats per minute. Pleasure floods my body, washing away the fear.
(Speaking aloud)
"I feel you... Ah... It’s good..."
Scene 2: Heightened Pleasure with Strangulation

Me:
(In my mind)
I gradually quicken my movements, every touch filled with longing. I tighten the cloth slightly, my hands trembling. I lean down, pressing my ear to her chest. Her heartbeat pounds "thump-thump-thump-thump..." fast and heavy at 160 beats per minute, barely pausing. She moans "Ah... You!" Her body trembles and tenses. She reaches climax with an "Ah!" I feel the heat peak, and I release inside her. My warmth flows into her. Her heart still beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 150 beats per minute.
(Speaking aloud)
"Are you happy... I want you to feel me to the fullest. I long for you so much..."

Her:
(In her mind)
You quicken your pace, and I feel your love in every movement. My heart beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 160 beats per minute, loud enough to burst. I moan "Ah... You!" Pleasure surges to its peak, and I climax with an "Ah!" Then I feel your heat—your warmth flowing into me. My heart slows to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 150 beats per minute, still brimming with life.
(Speaking aloud, struggling to breathe)
"I feel your love flowing into me... Ah... It’s warm and full of you. Today’s my fertile day... I’d surely conceive from this, I can feel it from what you’ve given me. But... it’s a shame I won’t get to see it..."
I tighten the cloth a bit more, my hand brushing her shoulder gently. Her heart slows to "thump... thump... thump... thump..." at 130 beats per minute.
Scene 3: Farewell Amidst Pleasure

Her:
(In her mind)
You slow your movements, but I still feel your warmth. My heart beats "thump... thump... thump... thump..." at 110 beats per minute. It’s slowing but still trying to keep going. I look at you, tears welling up, my vision starting to blur.
(Speaking aloud, whispering with difficulty)
"If I didn’t have to die, I’d surely be pregnant from this... But... there’s no chance now..."

Me:
(In my mind)
I slow down. Her heart beats "thump... thump... thump... thump..." at 110 beats per minute, the rhythm slowing but determined. My tears fall. She speaks of a child we’ll never see. I long to stop everything. I place my left hand on her left chest, fingers brushing her warm, sweat-damp skin. I press lightly to find the spot where her heart beats strongest. Beneath my palm, I feel the firm contraction "thump... thump..." so clear. I pick up a short knife from the table beside us, gripping the handle tightly with my right hand. The sharp tip glints in the dim light. I position it at that spot, just below her third rib on the left, barely touching her skin, not pressing yet. Her heart still beats "thump... thump..." with resolve.
(Speaking aloud, whispering)
"If it were real, I’d love it as much as I love you. I long for the life we could’ve had together. But now... I’m sorry it has to end like this. Do you feel the knife... I’ll set you free. I promise."

Her:
(In her mind)
I give a faint smile, tears rolling down my cheeks. I feel your love in those words. My heart beats "thump... thump..." at 90 beats per minute. It’s tired, but I still want to tell you. I feel the cold tip of the knife against my skin. Fear flashes through me, but I’m glad... you’ll free me from this torment. My heart slows but keeps fighting.
(Speaking aloud)
"I love you... Find the truth for me... Remember me... I feel it now. You’ll set me free, won’t you..."

Me:
(In my mind)
I lean down and kiss her forehead. Her heart beats "thump... thump..." at 90 beats per minute, the rhythm weakening. I want her to know I’ll never forget her. The knife’s tip remains poised, my hand trembling slightly, but I’m resolute.
(Speaking aloud)
"I love you... I’ll find the truth. You’ll always be in my heart. I’ll never forget you. I’ll give you one last moment of happiness, then set you free."
Scene 4: Ultimate Pleasure Before Departure

Me:
(In my mind)
I quicken my movements again to give her maximum pleasure. My left hand presses against her chest, the knife’s tip steady at the same spot below her third rib on the left. Her heart surges momentarily to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute, contracting powerfully as if unleashing its final burst of energy. She moans "Ah... You!" Her body tenses, her arms wrapping around my neck, gripping me tightly until I feel the pressure of her fingers digging into my skin. Pleasure overwhelms her, almost spilling over. At the peak of her final climax, I release the cloth from her neck instantly, letting her breathe deeply. I thrust the knife down with full strength. The blade slices through her skin and muscle, plunging deep into her chest, piercing her heart directly between its two chambers. Bright red blood spurts out immediately, streaming over her white undergarment and staining my hands. I feel the resistance of her beating heart as the knife cuts through—it still contracts "thump-thump..." at 100 beats per minute, fueled by excitement and pleasure. Her heart fights the wound, blood seeping out with every beat. I feel her intense response, her body trembling. Her heart slows to "thump... thump..." at 80 beats per minute, the contractions heavy and sluggish. Her grip begins to loosen, her fingers easing from my skin. The sound becomes "thump...... thump..." at 60 beats per minute, the rhythm faltering. Her consciousness fades, but she smiles broadly as if in a pleasant dream. Her heart drops to "thump......... thump......" at 40 beats per minute, the contractions visibly weakening. Her arms fall from my neck, resting on my shoulders as if reluctant to let go. I quicken my pace to climax with her. Her heart beats faintly "thump......" one last time, a heavy, prolonged contraction as if fighting its final battle but succumbing. I release inside her again, my warmth mingling with the blood flowing out. Her body clenches tightly around me in a fierce, involuntary reaction despite her unconsciousness. Her heart stops completely at 0 beats per minute.
(Speaking aloud, breathing heavily)

"Your final 'thump' was full of happiness and effort. I felt that strong, weary contraction. Your heart fought until the end. I’ve set you free... and I felt you fully in this moment."

Her:
(In her mind)
You quicken your pace, and my heart surges to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute, contracting powerfully as if releasing its last energy. I moan "Ah... You!" My body tenses, my arms wrapping around your neck, fingers digging into your skin as pleasure overwhelms me. You release the cloth, and I breathe deeply, savoring the thrill. Then I feel the knife plunge in—a sudden pain mixed with fear, but I’m glad... you’re freeing me. Warm blood flows from my chest. My heart beats "thump-thump..." at 100 beats per minute, struggling against the wound, still alive with happiness and excitement. It slows to "thump... thump..." at 80 beats per minute, heavy and slow. My grip weakens, fingers relaxing. The sound fades to "thump...... thump..." at 60 beats per minute, the rhythm breaking. My consciousness blurs, but I smile widely. My heart drops to "thump......... thump......" at 40 beats per minute, beating so faintly it’s nearly gone. My arms fall, and you quicken again. I feel your heat as you release inside me. My heart gives one last "thump......" a firm, lingering contraction as if leaving everything behind. I lose consciousness, but my body clenches around you fiercely. My spirit senses this happiness even as my heart stops.
(Speaking aloud, whispering with difficulty)
"I felt the knife... and the happiness... Thank you for setting me free..."
Scene 5: Departure and Beyond-Life Reaction

Me:
(In my mind)
Her heart is silent. I pull the knife out, blood trickling from the wound in her chest in thin streams. I move inside her slowly, her body twitching faintly from nerve reflexes. Her muscles clench around me in a beyond-life reaction. Her warmth fades gradually. I withdraw, setting the knife aside. Tears stream down my face as I lean down to embrace her body. I place my hand on her left chest again—the wound still oozes blood. I press lightly, searching for a heartbeat, but there’s nothing... no "thump-thump" anymore. I press my ear to her chest, the silence tearing at my heart. I stroke her arm, hoping for a breath. I check her wrist for a pulse, but there’s no sign of life. Her body is utterly still. I long for her to come back.
(Speaking aloud, whispering through tears)
"You... Your heart’s stopped. That final 'thump' still echoes in my ears. It was strong and full of life before I set you free. Your body held me for a moment, muscles clenching around me, then slowly relaxing... Your warmth is fading. I know you’re gone, but I hoped you’d still be here. Time of death: 18:45... I checked everything—no signs of life. I long for you so much it breaks me... I’ll never forget you, not for a second."

Her:
(In her mind)
I feel lighter and lighter. My body twitches faintly. I sense you still inside me briefly, your warmth lingering as I grow cold. My spirit drifts from my body. I look down and see you holding me, your face buried in my chest, tears flowing endlessly. I watch you check my body—pressing my chest, stroking my arm, feeling my wrist. You hope I’m still alive. I want to tell you I’m okay now. I float closer, trying to touch your shoulder, but I have no form. I say, "You... You did your best. I was truly happy. You freed me from torment. I felt love and joy until the last moment. My body responded to you even after I left. I’m not in pain or afraid anymore. I’ll always be in your heart. Don’t blame yourself..." But you can’t hear me. A light pulls me away. I smile at you one last time, whispering, "Thank you... and goodbye..." Then I’m gone.

I confess, I visit Rhode Island on business several times a year, and whenever I am here I often use this escort service that was referred to me by a co-worker. My company has a house here, and sometimes there will be someone else in one of the rooms, sometimes I have the house to myself, like this weekend. When I have it to myself, I call and get my freak on.

Over time, I have become more bold with my requests and they have been more than accommodating. It started with random things like a pizza girl who was working her way through college (I even got to eat the pizza) and things like that... random reasons why a cute little fuckbunny would come to my door. As I got comfortable with them, and they knew that I was legit, I started asking for more "interesting" encounters. I got a high-school cheerleader, complete with braces, who was selling tickets for a raffle... a couple teenagers who offered to wash my car (ala Debby Does Dallas)... last time I got real bold, and they sent me a mother and daughter who broke down nearby. I give them props, they looked age appropriate, and if I had another beer I could have actually believed they were related. In the end, mama was holding her daughter down while I "popped her cherry" (which was a stretch for the imagination, but I appreciated the scenario) then mama sucked the cum out of her "daughter's" pussy and swapped cum in a kiss that almost made me ready to go again.

I made the call, and asked for them to give me something special... they said they would have to check who was working, and what they could set up, but (knowing my tastes) they said they were sure they could make me happy.

The doorbell rang not long afterwards, and I was rewarded with a beautiful girl scout selling candy. How sweet. I am not sure where they find a seemingly endless supply of cute girls who not only look young, but have braces, but I am certainly glad we are near a college and they are in supply. Seeing her stand on the doorstep, my cock started to respond to the thought of how deliciously wicked this would be.

I invited her in, and she looked a little hesitant, but came in with a quick look over her shoulder. She was good. She opened her little candy kit and showed me what she had. I told her that there was money over the fireplace in an envelope (a typical arrangement we do so as not to destroy the fantasy), and she literally skipped over to it. She took the envelope, thumbed through the money for a second, and turned back to look at me. "Gee mister, you have enough here to buy the whole box"

"Tell you what, sweetie. I know a way you can keep all that money."

So it started. She asked what she needed to do, and I told her she would have to start by showing me her panties. She looked shocked and a little nervous, god she was good. She asked if that was all she needed to do, and I said it would be a good start. Slowly, after a couple of mis-starts and a little coaxing, she lifted up her skirt, and then I got her to pull her panties aside and show me her sweet little bald pussy.

Her eyes kinda got a little bigger when I unzipped trou and brought out my cock to stroke. Once I did that, it was on. I could see her watching me stroke my cock, and she started rubbing her little pussy as I stepped over to her. As much as I liked watching her rub that sweet little bald pussy, I took her trembling hand and (with a little resistance) brought it over until it was wrapped around my cock. Guys, I was in love with this whore, and starting thinking of how I could get a raise so I could come back and get more of this age-play agency!

Her hand moved a little up and down my shaft, and I moved so I could feel up that warm little bald beaver. I told her if she wanted all the money, she had to let me lick that pussy, and I could hear a moan escape her lips as she leaned her head onto my chest. It didn't take long, and her sash, bra and panties were on the floor, her blouse was unbuttoned, her skirt was hiked up to her waist and she was sitting on my face right there in the living room floor. I kept running my hands up her back, then around the front to play with her pert little titties. I pinched a little too hard once, and she pushed my hands away, but I clamped down on her clit right then, flicking my tongue back and forth across it. Soon she was grinding down on my face.

Running my hands up her back, I could feel her lean forward until she was laying down over my body. I could feel her breath on my cock, and then I felt that warm wet mouth covering the head. I licked for all I was worth, tonging her pussy and even running my tongue into her ass as my hands pried the cheeks apart. Soon her head was bobbing with a decent rhythm.

I had planned on fucking the shit out of this little doll, but I felt her body stiffen up and my face was rewarded with a flowing of juices as she came, and after a moment she went at my cock with a renewed fierceness I couldn't stand. I locked my thighs around her head, and filled her mouth with what felt like a gallon of cum. I could tell she was fighting it and didn't want to swallow, but I had her head clamped and I dug my fingers into her ass cheeks, and was rewarded with her slurping down my whole load.

Things wrapped up quickly after that. She played nervous and insecure, getting dressed quickly and blushing when I told her how fucking fantastic she was. A few minutes later, she was out the door...

About 30 minutes later, the whore from the agency showed up...

Remember how Jimmy Carter personified the concept of national gloom & malaise? A new mopey moonbat has taken up his mantle:

People are noticing how little Pres Obama seems to enjoy his job.
His two main emotions on display are regret and indignation. He's either lecturing about the problems facing the country in a slightly patronizing tone or expressing his disgust with someone who won't take his "lesson" to heart.

A standard Obama rally goes something like this: A mild joke at the expense of some dignitary present (Congressman Hornswaggle can't bowl to save his life), a sad story tweaked, bordering on pathos (Suzy Creamcheese and her 15 foster c h i l d r e n and five shelter dogs are being forced out of their home unless you pass my spending bill), the identification of her tormentor (rapacious banks & the greedy rich), and finally a promise to seek justice for the afflicted despite the political cost to himself ("It may not be good politics, but it's the right thing to do.").

Rather than being energized by trying to solve problems at a level of maximal achievable good, Obama and his team speak to the American people with the enthusiasm of an Army bereavement officer. It is their sad duty to inform you that they must overhaul the health care system, they regret that the former administration has forced them to run up a $16 Trillion debt, etc.

As Washington Post Editorial Page Editor Fred Hiatt wrote, Obama needs to show the American people "he's happy we hired him" and to ditch the "lugubriousness."
After all, if almost one else is happy we hired him, at least Obama should be.
Part of the funereal vibe may arise from Obama's self-regarding nature. He never absorbed a crucial bit of wisdom: You can take your job seriously without taking yourself seriously.

It's not all narcissistic self-pity…
There is still another reason for the pres to approach his job with such high-minded regret: avoiding blame.
From the first days of the Obama presidency, we hear the same thing repeated over and over: He had no choice.

Obama presents himself so often as a victim of circumstances. He didn't want to bail out Wall Street, nationalize General Motors, put us $16 trillion in debt, send two troop surges into Afghanistan & start a war in Libya, or propose a coercive package of fines and taxes to force people into a new health system. He just had no choice! It's sort of like Judge Smales in Caddyshack stating that he's, "sent boys younger then you to the gas chamber! I didn't want to do it... I felt I OWED it to them."

The biggest howlers from the Obama admin. have come when we are told that he is a "fierce" defender of the free market or "pro-business" despite policies that demonstrate he likes heavy regulation and favors businesses that support his agenda (G.E.) but not the ones that don't. …

While the straw men Obama creates in each speech say he should do nothing, the pres. says he is compelled to act, even if the only option is unpalatable. It's a rhetorical trick that helps Obama avoid the label of hard-Left liberal.
But it also helps perpetuate Obama's image as a gloomy pessimist, a label that may be even more damaging.

So buck up, Barry. Admit that you're a socialist and take some pride in the long-term damage your deficits will do to our free market system, whether or not you're able to thoroughly cripple it with ObamaCare or Tax & Charade.

After two months of fucking a 18 year old this past summer, my hormones have gone off the chart. I'm in my mid 40's and the pussy was so incredibly tight and she was so inexperienced, but it was still the some of the most ball draining sex I have had in years! The little slut hated oral, both giving and receiving and had a very vanilla attitude but because of the simple fact that I had to PUSH my cock into that little tiny pussy every time I fucked her I really didn't care!!! I knew that once she left the states and returned to her home that I would never see her again, but man I tell you fucking a young girl is truly the fountain of youth. Now all I want is young, tight, pussy!!!! I used to fuck her before we would go out and she would tell me how all my come was dripping out of her little pussy and running down her legs. I wanted to make that little slut pregnant so bad and send her home with a baby in her belly but she ate birth control like M & M's and it used to fuck her system up something fierce with this intermittent bleeding. And she refused to douche (because of sensitivity issues) so her cunt always had that smell that girls who don't properly take care of themselves have, but ya know once again the tightness of that little cunt made me oblivious to the stank LOL. So fellow perv's if you think that you'll never get something young again, don't ever give up, cause it pops in at the most unexpected times & when it does get ALL you can while it lasts!!!

I confess...I have the hots for my previous ex-gfs oldest daughter. Her body is in such great shape and she looks even better than her mother which doesn't look bad at all either. Once when we all went on a vacation to the beach and came back up the stairs from the beach to shower off the sand before getting into our vehicle to leave, I admit that the daughter was showering off and I could not help but look at and admire her tight, sexy body with water running off of it in the sun. The best part about this whole moment was when she decided to pull her bottoms back for just a moment to let the water run down her back and to her ass to get all the sand off, and in that moment I was looking down and saw her ass completely bare. I'm not going to lie, when we all got into the vehicle it was hard for me to keep from getting a major hard on, and for me that would show something fierce, but when we got back to the place we were staying, I jacked off to the imagine of that sweet, tight, round, tanless ass in my head that was still so fresh and came so hard. To this day, as she gets older her ass only gets bigger and so does her tits, but all of it is still so perfectly shaped because she is in sports.
I want this girl so bad apparently that I have even had a dream about her where we got into my car to go back over to my apartment and when we got there she was so desperate herself to start kissing me that we did and i ended up picking her up in her dress and feeling her ass and laid her down on my bed to start fucking. I am married, and my wife likes girls too, but I'm not so sure my wife would be down for a threesome with this girl if it would even EVER be a possibility. I'll tell you one thing though, its going to take everything I have in me to resist if one day this girl starts coming on to me and tells me she wants to fuck, do anything sexual or even just kiss. I hope that one day soon I can at least just have a better, full view of that body of hers naked so I can see that sexy ass and what I think would be some perfect tits and pussy. I'm sure I'll get that chance one day, but we'll see if anything ever comes out of it.

I'm a younger woman and I'm sick of corporate life. I'm still a feminist but more old-school, so....sorry....But I feel like I'd be happiest being bred by a man that I have some interests with. I own a home that I'm trying to sell and I hate this job I have. My "big boss" is a creep, and FAR too old for my taste. I just want to meet a man that somewhat matches me in attractiveness and wants me home and knocked up so I could focus on well...home stuff and things I'm passionate about....Mostly art and plant related things. But I also know how to cook and how to garden. I just made a lasagna from scratch today, and I had some leftover bread I made so I also made some garlic toast. 

If I admitted this to any of my girlfriends, I'd probably not have friends anymore lol. I left home when I was 16 and never looked back. Always been fiercely independent...but also loyal and sweet for the right person. Always had long-term relationships. Only 2, and they ended on good terms (my first boyfriend passed away, second and I are still friends. We just grew apart). No kids. Never been a party girl. Petite and pretty. I modeled for some years...Yes, real modeling. Not OF. 

Just need to vent this. I've seen some handsome men on here that made me instantly wet and ready to take their loads. I just think I'd be an ideal housewifey doll for the right man. I fantasize about him cumming inside me, both of us knowing I'm ovulating and basically his to breed. Some of my friends have said preggo sex is the best they've had, too.

Sometimes I think about just meeting with a cute guy for a 1NS and having him knock me up, then block him and live as a single mom. But I don't think I'd be happy that way. I like doing things for a partner. I like when Daddy comes home and immediately bends me over the counter and fucks me senseless before I can ask "how was your day, babe?" My last ex would do that and I always thought it was so hot to be used as his cum dumpster after a bad day, and then I'd make his dinner plate with his cum dripping down my legs. I'd make a bath while he ate and by the time he was ready for bed, I was bathed and oiled for him to enjoy and use.

Probably going to put in my 2 weeks at work by the new year. Like I said, my boss is kind of a creep. I'd pity fuck/blow him if he wasn't horrendous to look at....and he smells like old people funk.

Once, I fought Batman.

I am a night walker by day, and a damn good one. I am a hermaphroditic crack whore with a penchant for mugging my johns the minute they pay up and then stuffing their greasy heads between my thighs and telling them to swallow like a good boy. I run a criminal syndicate of psychotic whores and pimps who terrorise the streets of Gotham and and flood the Narrows with a certain opiate found from a flower found only on the slopes of a mountain in Anatolia.

Life was good.... until the Caped Crusader pounced.

I was roaming the streets with my 2-I-C, and she was telling me of the hijinks her crew had junked the night before. Suddenly, she went KAPOW! and SHAZAAM! and flew across the street. I turned around, and there was a man in a cape and mask.

"End of the line, you Hermaphroditic Huckster!" He cried.

"Oh, you wouldn't hit a woman, would you, Batman!" I simpered, whilst fumbling behind my back for the emergency 2x4 I always keep in my brassiere.

"Your Faux-Feminine Felonies will be the death of you, Androgynous Andy (for that was my alias at the time)!"

SPLAATTTT!!!!! OOMPHH!!!!

I staggered back from that two-punch combo before I put up my dukes and engaged in a fierce battle of fisticuffs and wits. I hit him in the groin with my 2x4.

OUCH!!!!!

He hit me in my boobs with his batgloves.

BOINGG!!!!!

I kicked him with a reserve crane with triple backflip.

CLATTER!!!!!

But Batman is a veteran of a thousand street brawls, and ended up besting me. He hauled me into Arkham Asylum where I spent a good ten months in a cell with the Joker and the Penguin. We started a book club and had cups of tea with Tuesday with the warden.

True story folks, no bullshit...

When I left the house my mom, presented an opportunity to earn some extra cash, decided to become a foster parent and lent my old room out to a foster kid. The foster kid she got, 16 years of age, came from a family situation in which her mother was a druggie, had been in and out of mental institutions, and had been in jail. The father was also a druggie, been in jail, and had apparently been physically abusive toward her. The girl was beyond reproach, off the chains. She had been in and out of different foster homes for a large part of her life due to her misbehaving at each and every one. I very much doubted that the turnout would be different for my mom.

When she first arrived at my mom's place everything was okay, but as time passed she fell into her old ways -- fights in school, talking shit to the teachers, stealing - generally being a STUPID BITCH.

When I would visit my mom during weekends visiting from school she would dress very provocatively. The girl was filling out nicely and she was pretty attractive too. She was lean with a skinny waist, budding breasts, and a nice apple shaped ass -- parts of her body she flaunted in my face wearing very provocative outfits such as short skirts and tight booty shorts that allowed the fleshy bottom part of her ass to hang out and jiggle. When I didn't bite, she began showing me her vagina. She would present to me while walking throughout the house and spread eagle sitting on the couch right across from me in the living room. You cannot imagine the temptation I felt being subjected to her advances, it was fierce. The girl had the goods and she knew how to use them. Whenever she presented I would just look away and pretend as if I never saw.

I told some family members about the experience, some male cousins of mine. They told me that I was stupid, that I should have taken advantage of her advances and that they would have having been in my situation, but see I'm glad that I didn't. The girl was a STUPID BITCH! If there is one thing that I've learned over the years it is not to trust any bitch, especially a STUPID BITCH! No good comes from a STUPID BITCH! Had I fucked that girl I would probably had to have killed her cause she would have said something to somebody and I would have ended up getting arrested -- hemmed up by the cops, future ruined, over some dumb shit. You can't expect anything else from a STUPID BITCH except STUPID BITCHERY!

So looking back, I'm proud that I didn't have any sexual contact with that girl.