For my 30th birthday, my close friend (who is a masseuse) offered me a free as-long-as-I-want-massage and a dinner out wherever I want. I had never gotten a massage before, so I decided to take her up on her offer. She had an office that she works out of, but also had a table at her house.

She opened the door, and she was wearing a sun dress, without a bra. Now, her boobs arent huge, but she probably should have worn one with that outfit. She took me into the room and told me to undress and put a towel around myself and get on the table. She left the room, and I called her in when I was ready.

She started on my feet and worked her way up. She slid her hands under the towel and got pretty high up, but never actually directly touched any "private" areas. She massaged my ass through the towel, and continued up my back to my neck and head. The head rub felt great, probably the best part up to then.

She told me to flip over, so I carefully held onto the towel and rolled over. She started back down at my feet again. She was at the bottom of the table, and I had a great view of her cleavage as she bent over. She massaged my feet pretty aggressively, and I could see her boobs bouncing a bit.

I should stop here and briefly mention how we knew each other. She was my best friends ex-wife, and we have known each other for about 15 years. They dated at a very young age, married very young, and divorced a few years ago. They had a very messy divorce, and he moved out of the state so I was left to pick up the pieces. We became close, and we viewed each other as family. So finding myself staring at her chest made me feel a bit awkward.

So I eventually just laid my head back and stared at the ceiling, then closed my eyes. She started moving up my legs, and massaged pretty far up my thigh. My dick, being soft, was laying right on my stomach, and I was pretty sure she could see the outline, as she worked perfectly around it. She did my chest, my arms, and went up my face and did another head massage, then went back down towards my feet.

This time, when she got to my groin/thighs, I started to get hard. I didnt think it was noticeable, until she started to laugh. I opened my eyes and saw my dick was elevated, and the tip was poking out from the top of the towel. I said "oh my god, I am so sorry. I am so embarrassed." She assured me it happened more than I thought, and that she would just "work around it."

I shifted myself, to hopefully hide my dick back in the towel. But I ended up doing the opposite and even more started to show. She told me to relax, she wasn't looking at it. I told her that it felt uncomfortable and I was just trying to fix myself and the towel. She then surprised me by taking the edges of the towel (which were in front of me) and opening them. MY dick popped up, and I was so surprised I think i said something like "what the hell??"

She laughed and assured me it was no big deal. She explained that some of her clients have whipped out theirs during massages in hopes of a "happy ending," but she has refused every one of them. Cited something about her being a professional.

As she was talking to me and her hands started to go down towards my feet, I started to get soft. Then, she turned course and started going back up to my thighs and groin. She made a comment about my "penis being very persistent." I told her that I was sorry, and that I learned a valuable lesson about what I should "do" before a massage. She stopped massaging, looked at me, then at my dick, and said "this is the ONLY time I have EVER done this. Tell any of my clients, or anyone, and we are no longer friends."

I gave her a confused look, and she grabbed my dick in her hand and started to stroke. It wasnt gentle strokes, but long, hard, and fast strokes, like she wanted me to cum in record time. Her tits were bouncing like crazy. I was in the moment, and reached my hand up and felt her tits from the outside. Since she didnt react negatively, I slid the straps off her shoulders and pulled down on the dress. It fell down to her stomach, and now I could see her tits bouncing and swinging.

I pulled her one boob towards my face, and she shifted herself closer. I sucked on her tits, then pulled haer head in and started making out with her. It was probably the most gentle kissing I had ever had, which was weird in contrast to the violent way she was jerking my dick. But it was working, and I felt close to cumming. I think she heard me breathing heavy from my nose as we were making out, because she broke away and put her mouth on the head of my dick and jerked off until I came in her mouth. She swallowed, then finished going back down my leg and massaged my feet some more, with her tits still hanging out.

After my feet, she told me that the massage was ending now, as her one arm was pretty tired. She pulled her straps back up and I put my boxers on, and told her that we should just stay in and order food. We ended up fucking that night. Best birthday ever.

DRUNK DADDY

I stumbled into the house around 2 in the morning drunk and horny just from the bar, I tried be quiet because I knew my little girl wld be asleep. As I stripped down after walking in the front door I was stumbling through the living room heading for my computer for some porn. I turned it on and when I see that porn is already up on the screen, I know that wasn't there when I had left... That means it had to be...my daughter. Sure enough I look to see what porn it is and its "daddy fucking his daughter", my cock instantly gets hard, what a naughty little girl, it had been a while since mommy had gone and I hadn't dated much so daddy was horny a lot and he cldn't help but notice how beautiful his daughter had become, her long hair, big innocent eyes, an amazing body that any woman would die for. She wears the cutest clothes too, always running around in a sports bra and tight yoga pants or booty shorts, she had run through my mind plenty of drunken nights but I never thought of her as a real option for sex but this was unreal, I had to reread the title of the movie over and over again just to believe it..."daddy fucking his daughter". I went to the picture files on the computer and found one named "private" this had to be her file since it wasn't mine...I clicked it open, there she was my precious little girl naked, legs spread and holding her pussy open.....my jaw dropped, she had a beautiful pink pussy. I had to see more, I clicked next...it was her bent over naked reaching between her legs and spreading her tight little pussy open again doggy style. I clicked next again this one she was on her back legs together and in the air ankles crossed and spreading her pussy open again, this was too much, I had to have her, and she had been naughty and needed punished. I staggered toward her room dick swinging with beer in hand. I opened her door and slipped into her room, I could hear her sleeping. She groaned and shifted, the covers moved and I could see that she was sleeping completely naked....my dick was so hard at that moment that I thought I was going to cum all over her floor right then, but that woudn't be enough, I needed to teach her a lesson about using daddy's things without permission, so I turned on the light. She started to wake up, "daddy? What are you doing and why are you in here naked?" As she tried to cover herself. I ripped the cover back from her. "Were you on my computer earlier? Be honest you little bitch." I slurred. "Yes I used it, why?" "You left your porn on there..." "You are not allowed to use daddy's things without permission, you know that!" I grab you by the hair and pull your face to mine, "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED! FOR DADDY TO FIND YOUR PORN AND PUNISH YOU LIKE THE DIRTY SLUT YOU ARE?!?" "No daddy!" You let out as you start to cry. I sit down on the bed and throw you over my bare lap, so your ass is sticking in the air, the way your laying has my still rock hard cock sticking straight up between your legs resting on the outside of your pussy. I spank your ass until bright crimson handprints cover your ass, with each smack I cld feel your ass squirming around which also was rubbing my hard cock right on your shaved pussy and by now I cld feel your hot juices starting to run out onto my cock and coat it in slick cum. "You're enjoying this aren't you?!?" As I slap your ass again. "No daddy!" You sob as you continue to cry and squirm around. "Don't you fucking lie to me you little slut! I can feel your little pussy getting wet, spread your legs. NOW!" "No daddy, please no, you try to cross your ankles together but I pull your let's apart and stick 3 fingers into your tight wet pussy, I can feel your pussy clamping down tight on my fingers as you stop struggling just long enough to cum all over my hand. "You dirty fucking whore you did not have permission to cum", I slap your ass as hard as I can and you scream, "ill give you something to cry about! I put 4 fingers into your pussy....then the thumb, as you cry and thrash around I work my fist into your tight stretched pussy. She screams at the top of her lungs as her juices force my hand from her pussy as she squirts all over. I throw her down to the ground and slap her in the face with my cum drenched hand before pulling her back to me by her hair. I stand up and tell her to open wide. And she is reluctant as she sobs, "no daddy, I don't want to." I slap her in the face on both cheeks. And demand again: "open wide or the next ones will be harder." She opens her mouth wide and I shove my dick down the back of her throat as she gags and struggles I stay right with her, pumping deep in her throat. I hold her down until her face is red and she almost falls over I let her go as she cries and gasps for air. "Have you had enough? Are you sorry yet!?" "Yes daddy, im sorry please no more." I reach down and feel your pussy with my fingers. "Then why are you still wet? Your pussy wants more." I pick you up and throw you onto your bed and kick your legs open. You try to squirm away but I hold you down by your hair. I take my hard dick and without warning I slam it deep inside your pussy and I feel it squeeze and spasm around my cock as it tries to get used to it. I jerk your hair forward and back and make you pull yourself back hard onto my dick as I slam it in every time. "Ahhhhdaddy please! It's too big it hurts please no!" Hearing this only makes me pump harder and faster. You're bawling and clawing at the sheets as I can't hold back anymore and I slam my dick deep inside you and fill your pussy with my hot cum. "Fuck oohhh!!!" You scream as you feel the warmth flooding through your body, your pussy clenches down once more as you cum one last time. I pull my dick out and tell yoilu to push it out onto my hand. You do and I take it and smear it all over your tear soaked face and up into your hair. You just lay there crying as I stumble back out of your room. "And from now on you better be a good girl." I make my way to my bed and pass out leaving you there covered in sweat and cum, crying as the cum drips out of your pussy, it's on fire but you can't help but to rub your clit and cum one last time. Your wildest dreams had just come true and you had to cum again before falling asleep without ever cleaning yourself up. The next morning I woke up with a pounding headache, what had happend? I drank so much and everything was a blur, then it all came flooding back. Oh my god what had I done? I had fucked my little girl...what should I say? What should I do? I heard a noise from the kitchen, I decided to see what it was since I thought I smelled food, I walked in to find my georgiousdaugher all cleaned up hair brushed and looking adorable in a tight shirt with no bra and a pair of skin tight booty shorts, have a seat daddy, I made you breakfast. Bacon and eggs. I sat down in a daze, getting a little turned on by what she was wearing but still worried about last night. She came over and set down the plate. I looked at it before I said. " that's so nice of you baby, but you know I like my eggs scrambled not fried...." "I'm sorry daddy, I'm a bad girl and I think I need to be punished". As she bent over the kitchen table with her arms out flat and sticking her ass out......;)

Sometimes I feel really guilty about this but then again. I'm a single dad raising a daughter. Her best friend for many years comes over often and spends the weekends sometimes. I started to lust after her and I think she egged it on by her sexy outfits. Shes a little bit of a flirt. I made the decision that I had to have her and thought for months how to do it. Things came to focus when I watched a TV program that talked about young girls and horses. One of the girls joked about how sore she was between her legs. That put the final piece in place. I had already found some rofies. It started on a weekend stay just like any other weekend. I asked the girls if they would be interested in going riding and they jumped at the chance. We went for morning lessons and then after lunch I let them go on a long ride with the trainer. They both mentioned how sore they were. After showers at home I took them out for dinner and a movie. When we got home I offered to make milk shakes and they were both wanting one. I mixed up the ingedients in the blender then added 2 rofies and poured them out in glasses for the girls. I watched them closely as they finished their shakes. Both had mentioned even before the shakes that it was a long day and they were exhasted. So off they went to bed. Normally my daughter comes for a good night peck on the cheek but nothing. I waited 1/2 hour and knocked on the door but got no answer. I walked over to the girls and lightly called their names but still no responce. I shook my daughter and she was out like a light. I walked over to the other bed and shook her friend also. No responce, then I shook her harder. I sat next to her on the bed and pulled the covers back. God was she beautiful. I lightly leaned over and kissed her on her lips. I then pulled her top up and kissed her nipples. I was hard as a rock. I got up and again went to my daughter and tried to wake her but she was still sound asleep. I went back to her friends bed and hooked my fingers on her panties and lowered them off her legs. I was looking at heaven. I fingered her pussy and felt her get wet so I leaned over and licked her juicy lips. I did not plan to go this far but I wanted her so bad. I stood up and took my shorts off and crawled between her legs. I figured I would just rub my cock head against her lips but I wanted more so I lowered myself onto her and slid my cock into her. She wasn't a virgin but she was really, really tight. I slowly slid in and out of her. I knew I would not last long and planed to pull out when I came but instead I let go with a big load of cum into her pussy. I regained my mind and looked at her innocent face and felt guilty about what I had just done. I quickly dressed her and pulled the covers up and went to bed and laid there feeling so guilty but at the same time so excited. I finally jerked off thinking about what I had done then fell asleep. When I woke up, I dreaded facing her and also feared they might know what I did. But they both seemed normal. Both complained about being sore from riding but asked if they would be able to go again. I worried for months about her being pregnant but thankfully nothing. I will never do it again but I will always remember that night forever.

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I live with a beautiful girl. Blonde, model material, with legs, breasts and ass to die for and the face of an angel. She looks so innocent, I fell for her the moment I saw her. She looks so virginal and is so prudish even talking about sex, that I don't even know if she's had any guys in the past. We're both young professionals in our early 20s and met through a mutual friend who I knew through university and she knew through school. Recently she moved to the city, and needed a place to stay. I needed a housemate, so our friend set us up.

I tried asking her out when she first moved in but unfortunately she made it pretty clear that she wasn't interested in anything but friendship. I figured that if she wasn't going to taste my baby batter voluntarily, and I'm pretty sure she hasn't tasted anyone else�s before, I could feed it to her without her knowledge.

When she was out, I went around the house jacking off into her personal items - shampoo, conditioner, toothbrush, moisturiser, panties from her panty drawer, etc. I also started taking cookery lessons and offered to cook for her in order to practice my skills. What she doesn't know is that every meal I've cooked for her so far has had a healthy dose of my secret special sauce.

Before moral fags start whining, she seems to love it. She's commented on how her hair's been really soft recently and remarked on how her skin has been firmer, with a healthy glow to it. She even wondered if maybe the shampoo/conditioner manufacturers had changed the formulation. She used to get quite moody and hormonal over the month as her cycle progressed. Since I started feeding her my spooge, she's chilled out a lot and been really flirtatious with me. She's been more receptive to joking around with me, and finding ways to lightly touch my arms and chest, or accidentally brush up against me. Pheromones maybe? I've been sniffing her soiled panties while she's been out, and I know that personal scents can have a powerful effect � I�ve often ended up spontaneously ejaculating merely from the scent of her personal secretions.

She�s told me she loves my cooking. It may just be a coincidence, but our bedrooms share a wall, and on the evenings I cook for her, I'm fairly sure I can hear her rubbing herself off. On the mornings when she leaves for work early and I'm in the flat alone, I sneak into her room and sniff and lick her still warm used panties from her laundry basket. The aroma is exquisite. On the mornings after I've cooked for her the previous night, they're definitely muskier and damper, and often have a heavy dried sugar crystal like crust on the gusset, which I love to chew on.

In addition, I get the added bonus of sitting opposite her while she's eating and see her swallow my jizz, savouring every mouthful before it slides smoothly down her throat. Knowing that I'm corrupting her beautiful innocent face with my unique glaze and coating those gorgeous lips and tongue; the thought that at this very moment she might be wearing a pair of the panties from her drawer that I jerked off into, and that flakes of my dried man milk might at this very moment be nestled against her hot gooey moist cunt; mingling with her own juices and being rehydrated by them, is an amazing turn on for me.

I also see it as a way of marking my territory. While the scent of my cream hangs on her, it might drive other guys away. I'm not sure if that has any scientific basis, but it seems to work. I understand there is some scientific research that shows cum to contain chemicals that aid in partner bonding and fight depression in women, as well as changing their hormonal balance and significantly reducing their risk of breast cancer.

All I know, from my unscientific little experiment is that feeding cock custard to girls definitely has its advantages, for both sexes. I'd go so far as to say doctors ought to be prescribing it. Guys, what are you waiting for? Give the women in your life the greatest gift a man has to offer, and improve your relationships with them. Ladies, why not ask the men in your life for a regular dose of liquid silk? It has many nutritional benefits, and if you're feeling hesitant, just remember that you've probably already unknowingly swallowed several cupfuls of spunk, donated by guys like me. A few more on a regular basis can't hurt.

My Last Boyfriend

The thing that stuck with me the most was how he'd arrange to having me give him a blowjob. He would usually sit down to watch some hardcore porn movie in the living room with me. His tastes would often veer towards the fetishistic. For a time he was heavily into interracial gangbangs, that's where one blonde buxom bimbo would have to take on five or more well-hung black studs who'd fuck her silly. Then he moved on to facials and bukkake videos which would show some girl serving a number of cocks, only to have them cover her face in semen. He soon developed a particular fondness of a specific German brand of those videos which would also often culminate in the girls getting their cum-drenched faces showered in gallons of fresh piss. He'd have them playing on our TV, letting me hear the sounds of strangers fucking, sucking and cumming while I carefully unzipped his pants and let his cock slip into my mouth, lovingly licking and slurping on his veiny shaft. Soon thereafter he discovered yet another style of hardcore pornography to get him hard and ready. This time the videos added another element to the cumshots, gangbangs and golden showers: the humiliation, degradation and torture of the girl. He'd come so hard watching some young and innocent looking teen get tied up, spanked, hurt and verbally abused to the point of tears and frequently beyond. He savored the moments when she would be called whore, cumbag, cockslut and so on and loved to see those words have an effect on her. But even those videos of hard, merciless fucking and cruel and abusive domination were nothing compared to his favourite taste in porn: rape.

It was the ultimate turn-on for him to witness a young girl be forcefully penetrated, while she squirmed and begged. He loved it when the camera stayed on her face, absorbing every second of her fear, suffering and humiliation. Occasionally he'd mutter something vicious and hateful under his breath, while the screaming and grunting on the screen kept going. I've no doubt, that his words were as much directed to the girl in the video as they were towards me dutifully sucking and pumping his cock.

As his depraved tastes in porn progressed over the months, he'd want me to ask him to do some of those things he so liked to watch to me. It was one of his hang-ups that he'd never say what he liked to do to me. He never actually said things like 'I wanna tie you up and shove my cock down your throat'; 'Let me fuck you into your asshole'; 'I want to see you taste your own cunt juices before I spurt my cum on you'; 'It makes me so hard to treat you like a cheap and dirty slut'

It had to come from me. All the time. You'd think that would give me some kind of power, but that was far from the case. He was very good at manipulating my emotions to the point that I would feel like I was somehow messed up for not begging him to act out all kinds of weird sexual fetishes on me. Worse yet, he made me feel like I was mistreating him or sabotaging my own feelings for him by not asking him to treat me like some filthy gutter trash whore in bed. So that was what I did.

With each new hardcore video that would get into heavy rotation at home, I would soon ask him during some blowjob or handjob on the couch, if he would do that to me, too. Occasionally he'd refuse at first, slightly disgusted by my apparently sick and filthy urges. But instead of feeling like an idiot, I'd feel ashamed, yet even more eager to win his consent. He had me beg for days before he deigned to give me a golden shower, that I so claimed to want. I had to finger myself to orgasm as he splashed my face with piss, to 'convince' him that I really did get off on it. He was just as stubborn during the first few times he ass-fucked me; when he first whipped me or when he started rough-handling me during sex.

please I want to taste myself on your cock.
please stick it up my ass.
please let me be your nasty little girl.
please hit me.
please I need it to hurt.
please say it like you mean it.

The funny thing is, that after a while, it became impossible to seperate his tastes from mine. The faked thrills blended into actual thrills. I slowly grew accustomed to the taste of his sexual fantasies. I took a liking to not just playing but being his fucktoy, his slave, his victim. Before long I found myself acting out his fantasy of me whenever I was home. At work I'd be myself, chit-chatting with my collegues about this problem student or the other, grading papers, preparing lessons and so on. But shortly after I stepped into our home, I would casually slip into my role of kinky little minx daring him to teach me a lesson in humility.

As it turned out, all he was waiting for was a little encouragement. Some reassurance that I was willing to be used for every sordid little fuck fantasy he had set his mind to. Which was why I often found myself tied and bound, my clothes torn off me and his thick prick ramming into me with as much anger as he could summon. All while he beat me and yelled obscenities and abuse into my face untill I was crying, screaming and begging him to stop. It wasn't any good until tears were streaming down my face. Nothing would get him off more than seeing the pain he caused by fucking me.

So one time, as I was babbling incoherently in-between my sobs, pleading with him as he pounded my abused asshole and throwing my head around with every loud slap his hand made when it connected with my face... I felt him move his hand away from my red and pulsing cheeks and to my throat. I could barely control my sobbing breaths. He pushed his cock in a little deeper causing me to moan slightly, then he made me lock eyes with him. He stared into my eyes with a mixture of crazed lust and barely concealed disgust. 'You filthy little whore. Worthless fucking cunt. Do you want me to do it with my cock buried in your slut ass?' he hissed at me. For a moment I was confused, then he began to squeeze my throat, chocking me slowly. I felt a tinge of panic, but before I could form the words to beg him to stop, he was angrily thrusting into me again. 'Now what, you piece of shit whore? This what you dream of? Ending up ass-raped and choked in some guy's basement?' he began using his other hand to really smack me around. I tried to scream but the lack of oxygen was starting to get to me. Except for a dry cough and the involuntary jerking from his thrusts I barely registered anything around me. I knew he was beating me, but the burning in my lungs was quickly drowning out the pain. It was only when he pulled his dick out of my puckered hole, that I remembered him fucking me in the ass. Then his grip suddenly disappeared from my throat. I desperately gasped for air, trying to fill my lungs with the comforting coolness of oxygen. Out of the corner of my eyes I barely noticed him, furiously jerking off and blasting his load all over my face. I was about to cry out my surprise when I felt his veiny prick push into my mouth. 'Lick it clean, bitch. All of it.' he yelled moving his dick back and forth in my mouth. I held back my gag reflex as I tasted myself on his cock. Closing my eyes submissively I moved my tongue around trying to lick every part of his shaft. When he pulled out after a while, his dick had gone half-limp. He stood up straight above me, pointing his penis at my face.

I could tell what was coming and started struggling against my bonds. He chuckled, and suddenly I felt the first gush of piss hit my face, splashing into my mouth, my cheeks and down my hair. I let out an anguished cry which I realised turned him on more. His piss hit me with more force than I had expected and as I was thrashing around beneath him, some of it hit my breasts while some even found its way into my mouth as I screamed. When he was done, and I was well-soaked in cum and urine he stepped down again and started undoing my restraints. 'Your one nasty fucking whore' he said, slapping my breast hard once more for good measure. I cringed and said nothing, which as it turned out was a bad idea. He pulled me down by my hair, forcing me to kneel before him on all fours. 'Lick my feet' he demanded, which I obeyed hesitatingly. He ran his hand down my back, slapping my ass hard while I ran my tongue in between his toes. Unhappy with my performance, he pulled me up some more demanding I use my tongue where it belonged. He turned around and bent over slightly bearing his ass towards me. 'Go on and lick it, you stupid cunt. I want to feel your tongue on my asshole' I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell at him, How he dared to treat me like this. I hated him for demanding me to lick his shithole. The anger and humiliation was making me tear up. But I couldn't stand giving him the satisfaction of having made me cry like that, so instead I buried my face in his ass crack and start pushing my tongue into him. He started moaning and cursing excitedly. 'I knew it. You fucking pig. you twisted little slut. You love that.' He took my hand and placed it on his semi-limp cock. 'Jerk me off, you sick fuck.' This was too much. I could barely keep myself from crying. But as I dutifuly licked out his asshole, I used my hand to pump him into another erection.

I felt him getting harder in my hand. Once he was ready, he turned around and pressed my mouth open while slowly jerking off right in front of my face. Then he let his balls sink into my open mouth with obvious pleasure, moaning as he did so. 'Use your tongue, fuckhole.' I obeyed and tried to please him as well as I could, licking and sucking his balls. Tasting the mix of his cum and my juices that had stuck to his pubic hair. Soon he got tired of that as well, and holding my head steady with both his hands he pushed his cock into my mouth. Deeper and deeper, hitting the back of my throat. He pulled back a little only to push in deep again, causing me to gag and struggle for air. He didn't seem to care. He pulled out for a second or two only to thrust himself into my mouth again, as soon as I had stopped gagging and coughing. He kept going until he managed to thrust his dick all the way inside and down my throat. 'Better get used to getting your throat fucked like this, whore. I don't think I can be satisfied without making you deepthroat me.' When he pulled out again thick strings of saliva were hanging between the head and my lips. He nodded approvingly then grabbed his belt from the chair. Instinctively, I moved away from him afraid of being hit again. 'Relax. that's not what I'm gonna use the belt for. I want to play a little game with you.' He made a sling out of his belt and put it around my neck. 'I wonder if you can make me cum while I'm choking you. Let's see if you can make me blow my load inside your hole, before you pass out.' With the last words he jerked up his belt, tightening it around my throat and led me to a chair. He sat down, proudly presenting me with his erection and not letting go of the leash choking me. I straddled him with short and hurried breathes and sank down over him, his hard meat urging its way into me. 'I reckon you get a few minutes headstart, before I make use of this' he held the belt up to my face and grinned at me. I started grinding my hips, moving them up and down in hopes of creating enough friction to get him to orgasm. he didn't seem to care. i started to caress my breasts, pinching my nipples and pushing them up so i could lick them. i tried to hide my panic, when he seemed entirely unimpressed, but I could feel him pushing back more and more. I leaned forward, trying to think of something slutty or whorish to whisper into his ear, but I couldn't think of anything. So I simply dropped any pretense and said what I had been thinking all along.

'Please I cannot take it anymore. This is too much. It hurts. Please stop, Baby. I don't want this.' I could feel tears running down my cheeks. My short breaths had turned into pitiful sobs. 'I don't know the safeword anymore, just stop please.' He was starting to thrust into me now. Harder and harder every time. 'Please don't Baby. I'm begging you'. His thrusts had quickly become violent and painful and I howled out in pain with each. We weren't having sex anymore. He was simply fucking me, using me, destroying me.

Then he suddenly pulled hard on the leash, squeezing my throat shut and cried out as his orgasm was about to hit. I struggled desperately for air, flailing my hands about. He thrust into me hard. I hit him, scratched him, desperate for air. He threw his head back, screaming in extasy. I grasped for his arm, trying to get control of the belt. He barely noticed as he kept spurting his cum into me. My eyes were burning, my lungs cramping and he just kept pushing his dick deeper and deeper into me. I buried my fingers into my throat trying to pry the belt off...

...and then I came.

I sat at the bar on New Years eve, pondering life. There has been so many ups and downs, especially the downer of how my wife decided to leave me for a married couple. The funny thing was, we never had any issues – it was just out of the blue. When she came to me about it all, she said it wasn’t me, that she just wanted to explore her sexuality and that she was being selfish. She said she didn’t mean to hurt me, and even let me keep the car, the house – hell I got to keep everything. We had no kids as she was infertile, which was fine. Me being 46, no kids, no wife – I was just kind of done with everything.
So there I was, drowning my sorrows and in my own thoughts, and this girl sits down next to me. I thought nothing of it, I was too invested in self-pity. Fuck I didn’t even notice her sit down until she ordered a beer.
“What would you like miss?” The bartender asked as he wiped the counter down.
“I don’t like domestic, gives me a headache, do you have Newcastle or Guinness?” she asked with a soft voice. Good choice, I thought – and I was pulled to pay for her drink but decided self-pity was the theme of the evening.
“We’ve got both”
“I’ll get a Guinness then!”
“Hey, you need a refill?” I heard her ask. I didn’t think she was talking to me, but I noticed my glass was almost empty, I turned to see who she was talking to. I almost fell out of my chair, she was drop dead gorgeous. Her bobbed black hair framed her face perfectly, her luscious lips sparkled and her eyes seemingly looked right into my soul.
“Oh um, me? I might call it a night,” I said to her as I shyly looked away.
“That sucks, I’ll tell you what, and it sure looks like you could use someone to talk to – so stick around. I’ve got this round, you get the next?” She smiled and checked her phone.
I looked at the bartender, “I’ll have what she’s having,” and I looked at her, “thank you for your kindness.”
I don’t know why I said that, it just came out of me – “thank you for your kindness??” are you fucking kidding me? Yet, it seemed to work.
“I’m Cindy, happy New Year to you…”
I smiled, “I’m Mike, happy New Year to you too, pleasure to meet you.”
The bartender came with our drinks and we clinked them together, “to better days, yeah Mike?”
“To better days, Cindy, I sure need them!” I laughed.
“Why, what’s up? Tell me about yourself, Michael!” She said, using my full name – which was shocking, no one ever did that, so it was strange to hear.
“Oh boy, my tragic life, it’s pretty uninteresting. Where do I start? My wife left me a year ago to live with a married couple she’s been screwing around with behind my back, but at least she left me with everything – we got divorced, and well, I haven’t heard from her since. Which is fine I guess. I can’t complain about my job, I love my job. I work with labor unions, organizing non-union workers and helping people get a decent wage…”
Cindy took a sip of her Guinness, “how crazy is that, what your wife did? If you really love someone you wouldn’t do that – I’m so sorry that happened to you. Hell, she could have at least asked you to join them! If it’s any consolation, I got dumped by my fiancé 2 years ago and haven’t looked back. I figure once someone breaks trust like that, there’s no going back. I don’t even really think about him anymore at all.”
“Yeah, I thought she was the one, ya know? And I’m sure you thought your ex was the one too – otherwise you wouldn’t have been engaged, right?”
“It always amazes me how people lack compassion and empathy these days. We’re a rare breed you and I…” she took another sip of her drink, “People who actually give a fuck… who care, it’s so damn rare. She hurt you out of her selfish needs, as did my ex. The hell with both of them!”
I laughed, “agreed, the hell with them,” I raised my glass and we clanked them together and laughed.
We talked for hours, it was almost 10:30 PM, and Cindy showed me the time on her phone “the end of 2024 is almost here.”
“Hopefully that’s a good thing, Cindy.”
“Hey, you want to bring in the New Year with me? My place or yours? Why stick around in a bar when we both can talk and chill together?”
I was a bit shocked, “Are you sure you want to bring in the New Year with a 46 year old guy who’s probably going through a midlife crisis?”
She smirked, “Dude, you’re hot. I like older men. You got that salt and pepper hair, tall dark and handsome, with those dark brown eyes I could lose myself in… I’ll cure that midlife crisis of yours,” she laughed and nudged my shoulder.
“I’m not far away, my house is just down the road a bit…” I told her, and then asked, “How old are you?”
She bit her lip, “Don’t freak out, I know I’m a bit young – I’m 24. And I trust you, I know people pretty good, I’ve got a good sense about people – you give me a good vibe, so yeah, let’s head to your place.”
She followed me to my house, we both parked in my driveway and went inside. I took her jacket and hung it up, then showed her to the living room. She sat down on the couch and giggled.
“What kind of movies do you like? I’m going to guess science fiction and fantasy from the figurines on the TV cabinet,” she said pointing to a dragon figurine.
“You would be correct! I love sci-fi and fantasy, a lot!”
“Oh we’re going to get along just fine, Mike – just to let you know I’m not into sports… at all.”
My heart skipped, “Neither am I – I find them boring! Oh shit, let me get you a drink. How’s rum and Coke?”
“Perfect! Oh shit we forgot to get Champaign!”
“I actually got some from Costco the other day, it was a $50 bottle and I planned staying here for New Years and not going out but… well luckily I did!”
I chilled the Champaign on ice as we drank our rum and Cokes and got to know each other even more.
As midnight approached I got the Champaign ready and got a couple of Champaign glasses – we counted down together, “3, 2, 1! Happy New Year!!!”
I found myself in her arms, our lips were touching, our tongues were exploring. Her arms wrapped around me, holding me against her body. I could feel her soft breasts pushing into my chest as my hand gently caressed her face.
We must have kissed for 20 minutes straight, and our hands began to wander. She pulled back, again biting her lower lip.
“I don’t fuck on the first date,” she said with a sly smile, “but we’re not on a date!”
She unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down and started sucking my cock. I leaned back on the couch and let her go to town. Her sexy black bobbed hair swayed and caressed her face as she swallowed the whole of my cock. She quickened the pace, jerking me off and sucking as my cock got harder and harder – I didn’t want to cum just yet so I stopped her, and pushed her down on the couch. I pulled her shirt up, undid her bra and pulled her pants and panties off. I started licking her lovely soft breasts, teasing her hard nipples and worked my way down to her completely shaved (waxed) pussy. My face dove right in. Her juices were sweet, succulent, she tasted like no other women I’ve ever been with. She moaned and cried out in pleasure, her body shaking and quivering with each lick. I pushed a finger inside her, she was tight as hell. I started working my finger as my tongue lapped at her dripping cunt. She exploded in pleasure, literally. I’ve never been with a woman who can squirt, but she did – the warm fluid gushed on to my chin, on to my chest as she writhed in orgasmic delight. She let out a guttural scream, “FUCKKKK!! OH MY FUCKING GOD MIKE!!” Cindy nearly passed out.
I cuddled into her as she was recovering, she started stroking my hair, “holy fuck – who the fuck are you and how the fuck did you learn how to do that??”
“What?” I asked.
“No one has ever made me squirt, I’m the only person that can do it – you’re the first person to ever get it right!” she was panting.
“Oh you’re in a lot of trouble mister,” she said as she pushed me back, and started sucking my cock to get it rock hard again. When she got it hard enough she mounted it, taking it all inside of her. She started riding me, her breasts bouncing on my chest as her lips met mine. Her pussy was way too tight, I wasn’t going to last long at all.
“Holy fuck you’re so god damned tight Cindy… I’m not going to last long…”
“GOOD!” She pushed me deeper into her tight hot hole, looking into my eyes – she was mesmerized, as was I.
“Such a beautiful cock Mike, oh so good….” She said as her cunt stroked me deep inside her.
“Cindy….” I murmmered as my hands gently clenched her cloudy soft breasts.
“Give me all of your cum Mike, fill me up…” Cindy whispered.
I did. I erupted deep inside her, my cock jumped and pulsed as cum sprayed inside of her. She moaned and began grinding my dick in her pussy. I could feel every detail of the inside of her tight pussy, she was milking my cock dry. There was so much cum her tight little cunt couldn’t hold it all, so it started dripping out and down my balls. She got off me, and I felt her mouth licking the cum off my cock and balls. After she was done she cuddled into me.
“That was perfect,” Cindy sighed.
“Can I get your number?” I asked jokingly.
“Ya think??” she laughed.
We both got serious for a second, “would you be opposed for me taking you out on a date?”
She kissed my lips, “I’d love that. But remember, I don’t fuck on the first date!”
We both laughed.
“Cindy, seriously, I’ve never met anyone like you and honestly dating you wouldn’t really be about the sex, it’s about getting to know you – because it just seems like you were put in my life for a reason.”
“Mike, everything happens for a reason. I’m a big believer in that. Bad things happen and we learn lessons from them. Good things happen and fill us with joy and happiness. So, let me be clear – I won’t ever cheat on you Mike, I know that I’m just saying words to you – but I know how it feels. And I know you’ll never cheat on me either, because you’re a 46 year old guy banging a 26 year old.”
We laughed.
“Cindy, you’re way mature for your age – I don’t even see your age.”
“Oh, I see your age – that’s a kink of mine,” she smiled, “don’t get offended if I start calling you daddy, and beg you to spank me for being a bad girl.”
“Oh you’re a bad girl, huh?” I said as my hand smacked her ass.
“Oh daddy, I’ve been so bad…”
We ended up fucking again, this time doggy style. I was trying to go soft on her with the spanking but she kept telling me to smack her ass harder. I did.
“I’m so fucking bad daddy, spank me!!! HARDER!! HARDER DADDY!”
She has so much energy, and she got off from me spanking her while fucking her from behind. She came, her ass jiggled and I couldn’t hold off, and came inside her again.
We both collapsed – we were exhausted.
“We forgot to drink the Champaign.”
I showed her were my bedroom was, and she stayed the night. We both fell asleep in each other’s arms and when I woke up, she was still there. I made her breakfast and we spent the day together. We fucked a few times more on New Years Day too. I got her number, and we’ve been seeing each other every day. I took her out to eat on Saturday – it was a good date. At the end of the date I drove her home and walked her up to her apartment.
We kissed and she asked if I wanted to come in for a cup of coffee. I smirked and pinned her up against her apartment door, “I’m going to break you of that fucking on a first date rule,” my hands groped her breasts.
She opened the door to her apartment, shut it and we fucked right there on the floor. I ended up staying the night. I’m seeing her again tonight, she’s coming over to my house.
Yesterday I actually asked her if she is on birth control, her only response was “nope.”
My response, “good.”
She responded back with the smiley face emojie with hearts for eyes.
“Breed me daddy.”
Sure, we’re moving way too fucking fast – but life is life. I don’t give a fuck. I think I’ll eventually ask her to move in, and perhaps if all goes well – perhaps to spend her life with me. I know there is a massive age difference. I’ll be 62 and she’ll be 44, I’ll be 72 and she’ll be 54. But at least we would be happy in knowing we were in good company. Shit, I sound like I’m falling in love… I probably am in love.
I confess I’m in love with a girl I met 8 days ago.

We build our worlds around our fears to protect ourselves from having to face them. We draw people into those worlds to make them seem more real. We forget the origins of those fears and deem this way of living to be normal. We surround ourselves with similar worlds that have similar fears. We don’t let anyone in that will break the illusion we have built up around ourselves. The illusion being that it’s the only way to live. We reject other ways of living. We demonize those who don’t live with fear. We call them not normal. The threat is real. The illusion is protected. The fear is safe and sound. The enemy then becomes the light in your attempt to reach the light. We gaslight ourselves. We become old and gray. Or we become injured. People go away. We are left to face ourselves. The fear comes back. The illusion diminished. We are faced with what to do. We drink. We avoid. We create conflict in our lives. We pretend we’re up against something we’re not, because it’s ourselves we are defending from ever experiencing one minute of true unfettered life experience. We hurt ourselves again in an attempt to break free and validate our initial experience. We’re caught in a loop. We’re stuck in our own bubble. Someone burst it for me please. We cry out to the God we know. It doesn’t listen. We cry again and again begging for, asking for anyone to hear, for anyone to listen. They don’t. It’s on me. What am I going to do? How am I going to get out of this? Where is the door? Show me the door and I will walk through. Please, I’m begging you, for Christ sake (Oh, right, he isn’t listening either.) But yes he is, and he is putting it back on you. WHat are you going to do now? I don’t fucking know. I don’t fucking know. I want to challenge it. I want to challenge you to live fearlessly. To burst your own bubble. To take ownership of your life experience and live fully. Ask her out. Be awkward. Tell her she has great tits and you’d like to see them bouncing as you ride my cock. Tell her your thoughts. That you want to cum on her face. Maybe she’ll like it. Maybe she’ll ride you for freedom again and again for the rest of your life. Maybe she likes anal too and all she thinks about at night is someone with a big gorgeous cock riding her asshole from behind. Emily is depressed, lonely, and not living the life she really wants to. That speaks to me. It seems we all are to some degree putting aside what we really want to be doing for the sake of upholding the illusion that all of our fears are more real than the realness of being alive and existing in the world we’ve created without them. Fuck that. I want to live. Who’s with me? Nobody? Great, Then I’m going it alone. I’m sick of this shit. I’m not jerking off to your stupid porn one more day. I’m fucking chicks instead. Or better yet, I’m gonna let them fuck me right inside my asshole with a nine inch strap on as I cum on their pretty stupid faces. Not stupid because they’re idiots, stupid because that’s what gets me off. Saying those ridiculous things. And some girls like it. Some girls are looking for exactly what you are. Some girls are ridiculously ridiculed little pieces of horse poop that are looking for a gorgeous and huge cock to suck on and validate their worlds. Their stupid fear filled insanity driven puke infested dumb cunt worlds. Those are my favorite girls. Tell me what a piece of shit I am as you fuck me directly into my cock fill cum guzzling asshole. Wait, am I talking about me or them? Huh. Maybe I think I’m a piece of shit too because I’ve been reflecting my world off of other people who validate themselves as being worthless pieces of shit. Maybe I’m constantly drawn into this way of being because I think I’m a piece of shit too. I’m not. You’re not. We’re all just bouncing ourselves off of one another in an attempt to validate these worlds we’ve created around ourselves in an attempt to make them more real. In an attempt to go to the darkest of places with another human, because it’s less scary there. Fuck that. Fuck that. Fuck that. I want to live instead. I want the light. I do want ass worshiping sluts to validate me by taking turns licking out my hole and arguing with each other over who did it better. And then telling their mothers about it, who in turn then also want to take turns licking out my asshole in an attempt to validate their worthless world with a tongue in a butthole. A gorgeous butthole that deserves the best of lickings. That deserves two to three hot mothers and daughters licking it out in an attempt to validate themselves. Find their self worth deep inside my asshole with your tongue, bitches. Yes, dig deep in there. Your self worth is hiding deep deep deep inside my asshole. Let your daughter show you how. Let her sister and best friend guide your tongue in asshole licking lessons. Start a fucking YouTube channel on how to lick a mans asshole the proper way. And how to eat him cum after. One to lick and one to eat. The other licks the balls while all of this is going on. Man I’m going to cum right in their little mouths. They deserve it. They deserve to eat cum. They’ve worked for it hard so here it cums directly into their pretty little mouths while mom watches her daughters so proud like a mother should. Shut up, Mom, and lick my asshole. Oh, whoa, a little disturbing there. Now my erection is going down because I’m thinking of my Mother who lives in nothing but fear and wants to draw me into that world. I refuse. She doesn’t like it. Who would? But I’m remaining diligent until she learns to be less fearful of the things that bring no fear. Okay, I’m out. Eat it, Mother. Food for thought here. Just saying.