This is a communique between myself and a girl I used to fuck. My responses are in quotations.

The previous times they had slept together the intensity had escalated nicely, organically and without the tedium of words and planning. The first time he fucked her it was hurried and urgent, racing the clock before his unsuspecting roommates would return home. After barely five minutes he'd shook his head and uttered "you're too much for me" and pushed deep as he released inside her, behind latex. Several dates later as he fucked her bare, she whispered in his ear that she'd love it if he didn't pull out this time; breathlessly he confirmed the request and almost immediately came, shaking as he shot hard within her eager body. She loved the warm wetness when he pulled out, and the slick reminder of him lingering inside her as she went about her day.

But on this day there was a certain new edge to the energy between them, something menacing coming to the surface as he suddenly threw her against the bed. Then back to gentle and tender kissing. Light, grazing touches. Her heart raced, having no idea which direction all this was taking. The slight fear of him was terribly erotic and she gave herself over to it. Her manner shifted almost imperceptibly. Her entire body seemed to take on a slight posture of invitation, ready to be used, and her wide eyes flashed with willingness.

"The form that flesh takes and in its desire. To be lost in the rage and despair. It is but a knife edge, the menacing nature below the surface. The need to contain, dominate, dictate. And that tenderness reminds me of the intimate, the senses satisfied, which while I do feel, I prefer the hollow, the shell of fear, the unsuredness of ones own nature. The slope upon which we fell, I revisit daily. I would use your body again as a vassal, I would grip more firmly the control of us, and less firmly of me, for in those moments I come closest to my limit.

In cruder terms I want you as an object, a canvass for sexual mistrust and rage"

He flipped her again harshly and without warning, face-down on the bed. He straddled her just below her hips and she felt his cock pressing, searching. She arched up as much as she could and gasped as he slid his whole thick length into her. She loved how full his cock always made her feel, she felt stretched tight around it, truly penetrated. The first few thrusts were deliberate, even casual. Then he started to pick up the pace, until soon he was drilling into her. He leaned forward and wrapped a strong hand around her throat, squeezing enough to cut off her breath. Another flood of fear mixed with excitement washed over her and she tensed. The grip released and she drew in breath sharply, panting. He grabbed her right arm and pinned it behind her back, hard. She rode the discomfort of it, mentally aligned the pain of her twisted elbow and shoulder with the intense pleasure of being fucked. He grabbed her left arm and pinned it the same way. She fought panic and took in the fact of being in this helpless position for the first time. Now he kept both of her arms pinned firmly with his own body as he leveraged his weight forward and gripped her throat again. She felt pressure build behind her eyes and the sound of her pounding heart filled her ears. Release, gasp for breath. Grip, release. Gripping again, this time a fraction harder... unconsciously she pressed into his hand, craning her neck to encourage him. She was overwhelmed by her pleasure in submitting. In that moment she desired to be hurt, taken, used for his pleasure in any way he demanded.

"The body remembers well. The cock pressed inside, against the back of your throat. Spreading each orifice anew. How taut you became under my hand."

What are you going to do?" He murmured it so low she had to ask him to repeat it. Slightly confused, she replied with uncertainty "I don't know..." They had scarcely spoken a word during sex in previous sessions. With a serious face he looked her over and said very slowly "You are going to do whatever I want you to." Blood rushed to her cheeks and between her legs as she silently nodded assent. He grabbed her legs roughly and spread them wide in a swift movement. There was a controlled measure of violence in his face and she gazed into it, showing him her fear mixed with arousal. Still looking her in the eye, he reached down and slid two fingers inside her... slid out and back with three... slid out and back with four. She moaned low with pleasure, pushing against his hand as he rocked it back and forth, curling his fingers inside her. He started to push harder and she felt the hard knuckles of his hand pressing to gain entry. She gasped in audible pain, involuntarily closing her legs around his hand. He relented, easing the pressure and the pain returned to a pleasurable level. This exercise was repeated a number of times, but in the end the pain was too great when he tried to force his hand inside. So he raised it, warm and wet from her, to her face and she opened her mouth obediently, eagerly. He slid all four fingers into her mouth and she closed her eyes in enjoyment as she cleaned her taste from them.

ok this will be my second time trying to post a board post I hope that I do not get banned for one month and again. I don't know how it happened last time but I will try not to do it again.

with that being said, motherless Im callING upon you all as goku does a spirit bomb lol. all my life growing up I was told that I was a single child. Administration I am 25 yrs old this is not an underage post... recently I have found out that as a sister that is just two years younger than I that was adopted and I have only met her once recently. I have always had fantasies of having a sister that I could fuck with no strings attached it really has and does get me off but never have I thought it could be a reality as I thought I was a single child. I now feel like this is my destiny because of the fantasies I've always had and it's like the stars are aligning lol.

now the part that I need your help on is how do I go about it without severing ties and relationships that we have had and could have in the future.. I'd like to discreetly be able to find out if she would be interested in doing something like this but don't know how to go upon asking it. I thought about ideas myself like maybe us both getting drunk and me going in for the kill lol so to speak and if she is not into it I can just say something like I'm sorry I don't know how to make up for the years that we have missed in the past and I am confused but I feel like that may even be brash enough to scare her and like I said I did not want to sever ties so if anybody has any ideas on how I can go about doing this I am all ears please help thank you!

Memories (Part I)

I am going to tell you a story about the hottest girlfriend I have ever had, so expect this to be quite drawn out. I would hate for you to misunderstand why --after several years after she passed, I now being married to another woman, and having two kids still often think of her.
Several years ago, I had a plump, dark-haired, and very freckled girlfriend who used to take double the normal prescribed dose of Soma and Darvocet for her chronic back and neck pains. We had a lot of good times when she was fucked up on that; I remember once, I was laying on my stomach, and she climbed on, and started massaging my back, her ample thighs were hot on the small of my back, and the massage was accentuated with her warm, soft hands. After about 10 minutes, she asks how that felt, "All better?" Hell's yeah, it felt great! She rolled over to my side on her side of the bed, and I notice this cooling spot just above the small of my back...she had left a 'snail-trail.' I didn't realize that she was also moving her hips while massaging my back, grinding and mashing her vulva onto me. I still get worked up thinking of that night.
A few months later, she takes her Soma and Darvocet, and I know something is going to happen that night, but it was late and we both fall asleep in bed, I always slept naked, but she wore only a loose-shouldered, full-length night gown that accentuated her curves and enabled a nice view of her shoulders and deep cleavage. In case I haven't mentioned it, she had freckles EVERYWHERE, and wore this perfume (Opium) that I swear was made with pheromones, but it was the way she smelled when wearing it, a heady combination of 'at-the-end-of-the day' sweat and the sweetness of the perfume --it makes me excited thinking about her.
So, clearly, I woke up --smelling her in the middle of the night, sleeping peacefully. I thought I would wake her up with a surprise, so I forced her legs apart, gently and slowly --pinning them open with my own legs. I began to finger her thinking that she would wake up, but she didn't. Instead, she started gyrating her hips and got incredibly wet. My cock was hard and I couldn't wait any longer. I disentangled my legs and climbed between hers, slamming into her. Her face was beautiful, and there was no reaction to what I was doing, but she was rubbing my chest with her hands and moaning, raising her hips with each trust. I asked her if she was awake, and her eyes opened slightly and then rolled-up. I had a slight moment of panic, so I stopped and opened her eyes with my hand; they were rolling around --she was unconscious and doing all of this. I came right at that moment of realization. After a few minutes, I climbed off of her, and watched. Nothing. She was laying there, legs spread, with my cum running down into her ass crack, her pussy was open and swollen, flushed-red with arousal. Slowly, she ran her hand down her body and into her vagina, playing with it for a few seconds before laying still again. After a few minutes she retracted her hand and I was able to pull her nightgown down again, and then I went to sleep.
The next morning, she's up, and at breakfast, I make a joke about how well she slept, that she had fondled me during the night; she didn't believe me or take me seriously and said that she slept well.
I carried on doing that for months, she would do almost anything while she was fucked up on this stuff, slow hand-jobs, blow jobs, she even let me throat-fuck her --had to do that quickly so that she wouldn't choke to death on my dick.
One day, I found out about one of our neighbors --I'll call him Donny here. Donny was married to this mostly-toothless, chain-smoking hag, completely repulsive...except for a perfect ass. I found out that before I moved in, Donny had the hots for my girlfriend; from what I understand, she had even caught him peeking into the windows one night, but had chased him off. He was married, after all.
So, one night --after she had passed out, I caught this motherfucker staring in at her while she slept. He didn't see me, so I snuck out of the house, and into the back yard. I walked up on him, and he didn't even hear me. He was too busy jerking his gherkin. I pushed him against the wall, and asked him, "What the fuck are you doing?" The poor bastard must have been at the peak, because he blew his load, with his cock crushed between him and the wall; his spunk ran down his leg, into his pants. The cornered son-of-a-bitch was fucking panicking like a baby. I felt bad for him in a weird way, so I let him get his shit together...an idea was in the back of my head and making itself known. I dragged him inside, sat him down on the couch and poured him a drink, straight whiskey. I asked him what he would do in my place. I laughed and shook my head in some sort of pseudo-disappointment. All the while, I was imagining this scuzzy-looking guy fucking my girlfriend.
He begged me not to call the cops. My thoughts finally gave way, and I told him to follow me. We walked to the bedroom where my sweet-smelling girlfriend was sleeping. I thought I would have a little fun with him, so I told him to stay outside the room, but not to run, or I would call the cops. He looked scared, thinking I was going to wake her up. I watched his face while I moved the blanket, and exposed her legs. He froze, like a dog waiting to perform a trick for a treat at the end of his nose. I walked back over to him and asked quietly, "What would you do to see more?" I felt like the devil, dragging a soul to hell...and I began to smile...I thought to myself, "I have the goatee and moustache, after all...why not!" He stared at me, wide-eyed, and started talking, "I have some mon --!" I had to silence him and remind him to speak in a whisper. I told him to hold that thought and watch for a moment while walking back to the bed...my girlfriend was out like a light, so I completely removed the blankets and eased her shoulders out of the gown and tugged the gown down, exposing more of the bronze, freckled chest, but stopping just before her breasts were completely visible. Then I moved to lift the gown up --just above the knees, and slid my hand under and began fingering her while watching his face,which was becoming redder, the bulge in his pants, easily apparent. She moaned softly and began spreading her legs, sliding a finger in, it almost felt hotter than normal.
I had to stop myself or I knew I was going to lose all control of the situation, so slowly I slid my finger out again, noting the slick-clicking of that well-moistened pussy. I sniffed my finger as I casually walked back over to Donny, and just when I got to him, I put my finger just under his nose and watched. I let him breathe deeply, smelling that juicy musk. He practically begged me to let him fuck my girlfriend. Asking quietly again, “Donny, what would you do to see more?” I could tell that if he got too stimulated he was going to shoot off in his pants...which I didn't want. Hastily he whispered, “Anything you want, just name it, please!”
Wondering how far I could push this, I thought of the worst thing I could do“I want you to get some drugs and give them to your wife, I want you to invite me over after cleaning her from head to toe, and have her naked in your bed. I want her semi-conscious, so I can fuck her toothless mouth, and then, Donny, I want you to roll her onto her stomach, and hold her down while I fuck her in the ass while she screams in pain.” I swear, the squirrel-wheels in his little mind were turning; he was thinking of doing this. Realizing this, my mind began to race, “Ho-lee-shit,” I thought, “this guy is actually thinking of doing this!”
I let his cogs turn-and-burn, while I walked back over to the bed. This time I began to stroke he breasts through her gown, and her perfect nipples, with small areola began to stand out, I pinched them and she gasped. Was she awake?! I checked her eyes, and they rolled-back, like normal, to the back of her head....nope, she was out...I thought to myself, ”Goddamn, how far can I take this?!” My cock began to hurt, and my balls felt like they weighed a ton. I walked back to Donny, who was still processing all of this shit...fucker must have blown a circuit. “Well, what's it going to be?” I had to ask a little louder, to show a bit of frustration. I could see by the look on his face that he was going to say, “I can't do that!” He didn't disappoint, his squeaking squirrel-wheels must have aligned for a moment, and he said just that.
I wanted to get control again, and to break him by this point. So I walked him over to the bed, and let him slide his fingers in; I had him the instant he did. The warmth and wetness of my woman's pussy, that got him. I told him to think about it and sent him scurrying home, making sure to close the curtains, fully so that he couldn't see in after he left. I had a feeling that he would try to peek some more, but I was determined to keep him on a tight rope. I fucked her a couple of times that night, cumming hard each time, and rolled over to my side when I was finished, my cum running down her pussy.

I always liked to tease, and in a way, that is why I am here in the first place.

Little back story, I am 50, married, and my husband and kids have no idea, that from April till the end of October, I go to the nude beach, near our house, and spend hours there. Since I work online, with overseas working hours, when they are all away, at work, or at school, I go there, alone, soak up the sun, and male gazes.

When I met my husband, while we were dating, I tried introducing him to this, but he was jealous of all the looks, and he told me he is against it. So I stopped, until things in my life aligned in such way, that I could organize this little pleasure of mine.

I love the looks, men of all ages flaunting their business around me. From time to time, there is a brave one, who would sit close, touch himself, with restrain, but usually, those who want to show off, start off the conversation, and love standing close to me, as I am sitting, or laying down, and swing their erections in my line of sight.

I can't really explain what I get from this. I do not get horny, as one would think, I just enjoy the feeling of being watched.

Last year, somewhere in late June, this young man started parking his towel close to me. He was there every day, and I remember thinking, that he looks too young to be there, Of course, he wasn't, since it is a closed beach, and no one can enter it without showing ID.

He wouldn't get his eyes off of me, and I remember feeling beautiful, knowing that someone who is 18 or 19, wants to feast his eyes on me. And his boner was an obvious sign, that that was the reason of him being so close.

After a week or two, he gained the courage, to touch himself. That is frowned upon, so he did it, while on his side, facing me, and he would stop when someone would come around. I didn't watch, besides a few glimpses, but that was the first time I felt genuinely horny. I never posed for men there, but I started for him, turning the right way, to give him more of a look, smiling at him, when I saw what he was doing, while turning, or getting up...

In mid July, I was always masturbating, as soon as I got home, thinking of him.

It turned into a game of sorts, my entire day was filled with anticipation, thinking, what will tomorrow bring.

One day, late August, the beach was almost deserted, since the weather was changing, there was a bit of rain in the morning, but I still decided to come. Weather didn't really clear up, there was no sun, but still fine. He came, and we were almost alone, apart from a few people passing by the water. I saw he was bolder than before, said hi, sat closer than ever, and just went to town with his business. I was looking straight at him, biting my lip. I wanted to touch myself, but I was, and still am, too much of a coward.

This lasted for more than an hours. At the end, he got even bolder, got up, and stood over me, while continuing touching himself. I have never cheated on my husband, nor have I ever cheated on any of my previous bf's, but at that moment, I was overwhelmed, so I pulled up, and took him in my mouth.

He exploded, immediately, and I really had no option, but to swallow. He was shaking, with whole of his body.

I guess he felt some kind of shame afterwards, because he picked up his stuff, and went off. I was afraid he might not come back, but few days later he did.

We never got to have such an encounter, until the end of the season, but we started talking. He asked for my number, but I declined, explaining him that that is not what I am looking for.

The season ended, but in a month or so, the new one will begin. I sincerely hope, he will be there.

One time, I was playing battlefield 2, my girlfriend at the time was laying down on the floor, and I was sitting on the bed. She kept talking to me and I wasn't paying attention to whatever she was saying, you know....video games. However, I glanced down and she had pulled her skirt up and her ass was up in the air. So knowing I was about to get some, I got down on the floor and began to fuck her. What happened next is something only a physicists could explain through some sort of mathematical model and if he were to calculate the probability of this happening...it would be statistically impossible. I had fucked her many times like this before, but some how, she slid back, as I slid out, and during that brief moment in time, all the planets were aligned, as well as my dick, with her asshole, and I went deep into her ass. I would like to add, the reason I had slid out of her pussy in the first place, was for me to readjust my footing because I was slipping on the oriental rug that laid on top of the hardwood floor so when I rammed her, it was full force. When I say full force, I mean it too. It was almost like being in a swimming pool and pushing off the sides of the pool underwater. You know how sometimes you can get a slight push off the pool wall, and barely make it across the pool?....this is not how I entered her. I entered her as if my legs were fully bent, pushing off the wall with enough force to crash into the opposite wall of the pool, hard. What made this act of god even better, was it took her a second to register what had just happened to her because she was drunk. Before the scream, she whispered very quietly, "that's the wrong hole"....then she screamed. Now remember, I had no idea what the fuck just happened because this wasn't premeditated. I said, "what?"...and she in a quick, hurried voice, "It's in my ass." Granted, she did tell me it was the wrong hole, but my big head didn't even have time to process the sentence due to direct control of my very existence via the little head. Okay, now finally, here's my confession.....even though this happened years ago, I still get off from this accident. I can just remember feeling the temperature difference from her ass compared to her vagina. I didn't get off at the time it happened, because she ran to the bathroom and came back with toilet paper that was bright red. I had made her ass bleed. Well afterwards, we kind of joked around about all of it, and she wanted to go to bed. I didn't want to because well, I still wanted to get off! (Come On baby, what about me). So when she feel asleep beside me, I started jacking off to everything that had happened, and I am not lying when I say I have never shot so much cum from my cock as I did that night. After I cleaned up my load with what I thought was her dried bloody ass blood toilet paper, I felt like my cock was still kind of sticky so I rubbed under the edge of my head and shaft with my finger, and could smell faint bloody shit. I then took a shower and went to bed. I can't believe that happened nearly five years ago, and I still love it all.

Karen Smith lay back on her beach towel, clad only in a skimpy red bikini, and thought, "This is the life." She had landed in Ibiza two days earlier with her son, Kurt, for a three-week holiday, just the two of them. It had been an especially rainy season in London and they were both ecstatic to be getting some time in the sun. Karen typically wore one-piece bathing suits but her ivory skin was so starved for color that she decided to pack nothing but bikinis, a fact that hadn't escaped Kurt's attention.

At 42, Karen looked stunning, especially compared to Kurt's friends' moms, most of who you would never care to look at naked. But not Karen. She was often compared to Sophia Loren, and she knew that the compliment men were giving her was, "I bet you'd be dynamite in the sack." Her shoulder-length chestnut hair still shimmered in the sun and her long, shapely legs were the envy of all of Kurt's friends. Her 36D chest never needed padding to fill out the prim and proper suit jackets that she typically wore to work as a real estate broker, and more than one client had taken the opportunity to cop a feel whilst they were alone in a flat. Kurt's father had been nothing more than a sperm donor and for Kurt and Karen's entire life, their relationship was just that of mother and son. Recently, however, they had become more like friends.

"I'm heading into the water for a bit, Mom, don't burn," Kurt said, standing from his towel and removing his sunglasses.

"Okay love, don't wear yourself out," Karen said with a sly grin.

Kurt Smith was an athletic 22-year-old whose average height belied the above average dick that he carried with him. It gave him a confidence that most girls were attracted to, and he always enjoyed the look on their faces when they spied his member for the first time.

He hadn't had a girlfriend for a few weeks, and accordingly, was staring at even more girls than usual. On this particular day, however, the sunny cove where they were sunning themselves had only one other family further down the beach.

As Kurt bobbed in the salty Mediterranean water, he looked back at shore and saw only his Mom.

"Fuck me," he thought, "have her tits always been that big?"

The red spandex strained to contain her large orbs and the contrast between her pale skin made the bikini glow even brighter. She stood up to stretch just now, and turned around looking at the beach bar, giving Kurt a perfect view of the cleft of her ass. The bikini had ridden up while Karen was sitting down so that it looked almost like a thong.

"I'm getting turned on by my own Mom," Kurt thought. "How sick. I mean, I know she's got a great body and there's nobody else around but c'mon, we've lived together for so long, am I really getting hard over her?"

But he was. Under the cool water's surface, Kurt's cock was growing ever larger, and he could not take his eyes off of Karen's heavy tits, barely supported by the flimsy red material. He knew that as soon as he could get his hard-on to subside, he would have to make a beeline for their villa and jerk himself off, hard.

For her part, Karen was fantasizing herself about how long it had been since she had had a good fucking. Being a mom was no longer a big part of her life with Kurt being a man, but she still could not find much time to meet quality men. It wasn't even the companionship that she longed for, but more the lurid side of sexual intimacy with a man, any man, that she craved. Holding a cock in her hand as it filled with blood and grew, the firmness it got when she tugged on it...these were things she could have with any man, and they would fulfill her sexual desires, but it was still an effort.

"I'm heading back to the villa, Mom, you need me to bring anything back for you?" Kurt broke Karen from her daze as he toweled himself off.

"No, thanks, I'll probably come back in a little while too," she said. She noticed that Kurt looked especially good today, the bright Spanish sun shining off of his sculpted chest. "If only he weren't my son," Karen thought, "I would definitely let him fuck me. Too bad that's such a hangup, that adults can't service each other sexually if they both need it."

Her pussy tingled at the thought of having their big villa together for three weeks, fucking one another on all of the furniture, in the bathroom shower, on the terrace, doggy style in front of the sliding glass door.

"How nice would that be," Karen thought, "to be able to satisfy each other's cravings and then get on with the day. I'm sure we'd both enjoy the vacation a lot more. Society.."

Kurt was barely in the door before he stripped his swim trunks off and laid back on the bed in his downstairs bedroom. Karen had chosen the master bedroom upstairs so that they would have a bit of privacy, even though there were two bedrooms on the ground floor.

"It's too bad there weren't more girls at the beach today," Kurt thought as he gently squeezed his still damp cock. "That Swedish woman from last year was the hottest thing ever."

Kurt thought back to the previous year's trip when a mature Swedish woman had set up her sun umbrella next to his. He was at the beach alone that day and feeling talkative, so he struck up a conversation with the Swede. The mother of three was in her 50s and had some lines of age on her face but her smile was dazzling and her blonde hair almost platinum, which made her deep tan even more alluring. As the day went on, they both became overheated and went down to the water together.

After floating a few feet from one another and obviously flirting, Kurt tentatively reached out to touch her waist. The mother flinched at first but then smiled broadly and brought Kurt's hands up to her large breasts. They sagged slightly in her bikini but she was completely uninhibited and swung her body around without regard for how much her tits moved, and Kurt found it very erotic. Floating in the ocean, they groped each other's bodies for a long time before going back to the sand and making out on their blankets.

Kurt moaned as he stroked his rod and continued to think back on the mature blonde woman, unaware that a mature brunette was listening to him. Karen had decided to come back to the house early for a drink, and she heard Kurt's heavy breathing as soon as she entered the villa. Seeing his trunks on the floor through his doorway, she knew he could only be masturbating.

"Oh my God, even my own son can get some relief, I wish it were easier for me." Karen threw her sarong onto the couch and slipped into a pair of high heeled espadrilles she had by the door. Their cork bottoms allowed her to get right to the edge of Kurt's bedroom before he would hear her. She didn't have any plans, but was just going by instinct.

Karen's calves were flexed from the high wedges, and she had beads of sweat sliding down the insides of her thighs. Her breathing was more ragged and she noticed with utter certainty that her pussy lips were tingling noticeably. Her son's masturbation was arousing Karen.

"If it were just as easy to use his cock as a dildo, and frig myself, then I could just...use him, and he could use me, we could both cum, and get back to life!" She was actually thinking that it sounded like a good plan, but she wasn't sure how Kurt would take it.

"If I'm matter-of-fact and a little insistent, what 22-year-old WOULDN'T like to be serviced on vacation?!" She pushed her breasts so that the nipples were closer to the inside border of her bikini top, and the dark areolas were showing. Karen stepped to the edge of the doorway.

Kurt was now pumping harder, his glans head wedged firmly on top of his fist. Eyes closed, he was moving his hips so that the bed shook slightly on the tile floor.

"Ahem."

Kurt heard Karen's noise, his eyes flew open, and he started to scoot to the top of the bed.

"Whooo, Mommm, I didn't think you'd be back so soon. Ahhhh."

"It's okay Kurt, I know what men your age do, it's not a big deal." Kurt's mom put her hand on the door jamb to seem casual and crossed her legs at the ankles. "Believe it or not, women have those needs to, they just don't talk about it. But even me, your Mom."

Kurt thought about his Mom having sexual needs and it couldn't help but put an image in his head of her being fucked over the back of a couch, hands gripping the pillows while someone, maybe him, entered her from behind again and again.

"I guess so," Kurt said. He had one hand over his crotch but his stiff member was still so engorged that his hand couldn't cover the entire thing. Kurt looked his mom over now for the first time and his eyes glazed over with lust. He thought, "I know she's my Mom but I was just in the middle of jerking off and my mind is still on sex and, fuck, would I love to mount her right here."

As if she was reading his mind, Karen stepped gingerly towards her son, her hips still cocked to the side from the angle of her tall shoes.

"Okay Kurt, I'm going to be really blunt here. We're alone for three weeks and it's going to be really difficult for us to concentrate on having fun and living if we're both sexually frustrated, do you agree?"

Kurt gulped but nodded his head in agreement. "Where can she be going with this?" he thought.

"So," Karen said walking to where Kurt's knees hung over the edge of the bed, "why don't we come to an understanding." She squatted so that her face was level with Kurt's hips, her big tits suspended in mid-air for her son to gawk at. The mirror at the foot of the bed allowed Kurt to see his Mom's ass too, as she bounced slightly on her haunches.

"Why don't we just say that, while we're here in Ibiza, we can do whatever we want to each other. Sexually." Karen licked her lips, the sexy mature woman now certain that this was exactly what she wanted.

"'Sexually'?" Kurt stammered. "So, what do you mean, DO whatever we want?"

"We tell each other when we need relief, and we use each other's bodies to get that relief. No judgments, no guilt, no awkwardness or hiding around." Karen's hands were roaming her body now, feeling her breasts and pushing them together as if in anticipation of what her son was going to do to her.

"Well...I mean, I would love to, but are you sure?" Kurt asked, smiling. "I get horny pretty often and usually jerk off three or four times a day."

"That's fine, Kurt, if you need me to service you five times a day, that will work too." Karen closed her eyes while she spoke and reached around behind her to undo her bikini top. "I might need you to...FUCK...me, every night if you can handle it." Karen drew out the word 'fuck' to gauge the impact on her son and it rightly threw him for a loop.

Kurt moved his hand from covering his cock and began stroking it again. "I think I could use some help now if you wouldn't mind, Mom."

Karen grinned and crawled onto the bed on all fours, her wedges still on her feet. "That's fine, son, don't worry. Mommy will take good care of you."

And with that she used her left hand to push Kurt's chest so he was flat on his back, and with her right she grasped his cock, her own son's cock, and began pumping it.

"Is this alright?" Karen asked innocently. "Is it okay if I suck on your cock? Suck on it until I make you cum in my mouth? Would you like that?"

Kurt was shaking now, his cock so ready to be serviced. He had needed to cum since he saw his Mom's big, full tits on the beach and had been jerking off for a few minutes before he came home. He needed his Mom to suck his cock and he needed her to deep throat it.

"Deep throat my cock, Mom." Kurt said uncertainly. "Please."

Karen laughed an evil laugh. "Don't say 'please', son. When we're servicing each other and helping each other to cum, treat me like a slut. That way it will be more of a separation between our normal time and our fucking time. We don't want you getting hard thinking about fucking your Mom's pussy in the middle of dinner."

And with that, Karen leaned down, her brown hair tussling over her son's stomach, and engulfed the length of his thick shaft in her hot, wet mouth. She hummed and moaned as she slobbered up and down on his slippery tool.

Kurt moaned loudly with ecstasy. "Fuuuuck, Mom, that's so gooood!" He shut his eyes and put his hands on top of his mother's head as she gulped up and down on his dick.

"Fuck his dick is so HOT!" Karen thought. "Not just big and smooth but actually physically WARM!" Her pussy was drooling already just thinking about having it inside of her. Her own son, Kurt, would soon have his dick buried inside of his mother. Karen swooned and blew her only child with renewed vigor. She was determined to suck him off quickly so that he would know how good she could be. She wanted to be a good dirty slut for her boy.

"You like that?" Karen asked in between slobbers. "You like your slutty Mom blowing you, Kurt? Sucking on your cock in your own bedroom? It's so naughty but I think we both know that we need to be helping each other cum on this trip, don't you?"

She went back to his dick with all of her attention, using one hand to stroke her son's dick up and down, the other to squeeze and cup his balls.

"Yeah Karen, suck it, suck my fat cock," Kurt said, getting into the spirit of his Mom's game. "Make me cum in your mouth, I need to cum." "Call me 'Mom'" Karen said, stopping just long enough to look her son directly in the eyes so that he knew exactly what it was they were doing. Getting a blowjob from his Mom.

"Mom, keep sucking my dick. Suck it now you slut." Kurt smiled even as he said this rudest of instruction.

Karen laughed and went back to work, servicing her son's dong. Kurt then grabbed her ass and slapped one of her cheeks, hard.

"I've wanted to do that all day," he said. "Here, swing around so you can sit on my face. I want to taste your pussy, Mom."

Karen couldn't believe it, her swollen lips needed attention badly and she was thrilled that her son wanted to eat her pussy.

"Ohh baby, that would be amazing. I'm just going to move around," Karen worked her hips and swung her knee over her boy's head so that they were in a perfect 69 position, her snatch just above Kurt's mouth and her own mouth still locked onto his dick.

"That's it, c'mon, sit on my face, Mom. I want to lick your pussy."

Karen obliged and moved her knees to the side so that her wet pussy was smashed onto her son's face.

"Ohhhh," she cried out. "Yeah, that's it, eat Mommy's pussy. Shove your tongue all the way into Mommy's little cunt hole." Karen squirmed around on top of her son, sitting back on his face so he could get as much of his mouth around her sopping pussy as possible.

"Keep sucking me, keep sucking my cock, Mom!" Karen had her lips at the base of her son's cock, tonguing the length of it. She was happy to suck his dick all day but she needed it's hardness inside of her.

"Okay, now it's my turn." She crawled off of her son's face and walked into the living room. Still wearing her heels, she bent at the waist and leaned over the couch. "Just fuck me, Kurt. Fuck me hard, and fuck me as fast as you like."

She wagged her ass back and forth and Kurt thought he might faint before he got to her. Sliding up behind his mother, Kurt aligned his hips with hers and guided his dick between her drooling pussy lips.

Karen shuddered as she felt her son's big thick cock slide inside of her. She leaned backwards and slammed her ass against Kurt's pelvis. The shock made him shuffle his feet but he soon found his footing and began moving back and forth more easily.

"Oh fuck, Mom! Your pussy feels so fucking good!"

"Much better than jerking off?"

"Fuck yeah, so much better."

"Good. Any time you want to fuck me, you can fuck me. If you want a blowjob, ask me, and I'll suck your cock. I just want to milk the cum out of you whenever you need it, and in return, I want you to fuck my pussy when I need it. That's only fair, isn't it?"

Kurt was into it now, drops of perspiration dripping onto his mother's pale back. He reached underneath and squeezed her utters together, still barely believing that he was inside of his Mom, fucking her with abandon. It was unreal that earlier in the hour, they were sitting side-by-side and not touching one another.

"You like it, don't you son? Fucking your mother? Fucking her wet pussy without caring who sees it?"

Karen abruptly pulled Kurt's cock out of her pussy, turned around and slapped him across the face. He could hardly believe what was going on but Karen was still smiling that devilish grin. She walked over to the couch and kneeled, sticking her ass up in the air.

"Come fuck my cunt, son. Fuck your mother's wet cunt until she cums. Can you do that, son? Do you mind shoving your thick cock inside my sopping pussy until I cum? You can just use me, you know. Use me like a fuckdoll, if you wake up in the middle of the night and need to get off, come into my room, lift my nightdress, lather your cock up with some spit and fuck me."

Kurt scrambled around the sofa and climbed onto the couch, placing his feet on either side of his Mom's knees. He braced himself on her lower back and slid down, impaling her sodden quim onto his stiff prick.

"I'm going to fuck you at least twice a day, Mom, I just hope you're okay with that."

Karen moaned and leaned back, not believing that her pussy was filled completely by her son.

"Just keep fucking me. When we're tired we can go back to the beach but for now, I just want you to get off. Just fucking use me to cum like some kind of slut."

Kurt fucked and fucked until he felt like his balls were going to explode.

"I'm going to cum now, Mom. Gonna cum, where do you want it."

Karen was frigging herself madly, not wanting it to end but wanting to see her son get off even more.

"When you're about to cum, pull out and cum on my face. I want to suck the last drop of cum out of you."

Kurt grabbed his mother's hair as he pumped furiously into her dripping pussy and at last felt like he was going to cum.

"Ahhh, I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum baby, fuck your Mommy and cum on her face. I'm such a fucking slut for my son's cum, cum in my face!"

Kurt pulled out as Karen spun around, still drooling from being fucked so hard. She stuck her tongue out and licked whatever part of Kurt's dick wasn't being jerked and he began shooting rope after rope of cum over Karen's beautiful face. Karen was finger fucking her cunt and began squirting all over the floor at the same time.

The scene was surreal as mother, still in heels and bikini bottoms, pulled to the side, rubbing herself madly as her son towered over her and shot his hot cum all over her pretty face.

At last, Kurt slumped onto the couch. "Wow. That was fucking unreal."

"Just wait until dinner," Karen said throatily, sliding her finger over her face to wipe the cum off. "I think we're going to have an interesting few days." She laid on her back, her big tits flopping to the sides, and began contemplating the next place she wanted to fuck her son.

So, I am a cuckold husband. Has been that way for some time now. We are both enjoying the lifestyle a lot. One month the wife came to me and said that she had a challenge for me. I was to stay caged for a whole month and if I could last that long, I would be rewarded at the end of the month. Well, can't let something like that not go challenged. So, I accepted. It was tough going the whole 30 days in a cage. Unable to get hard or get off. Having the wife tell me about her date with her bull. Sheesh. The last 5 days or so was the worse. Wife would tease me nightly, touch my cage, play with my balls to get me all hot and bothered because she knows I like that. But I held out.

Day 30 came FINALLY. That afternoon we talked, and she said, your reward is set up for completing the challenge. Be ready to go tonight by 7. All I could say was ok. So, I did as I was told, I was showered and ready to go by the assigned time. We went to the other side of town. A place where they sell adult toys, movies and everything else in that field. I questioned myself but did not let it out yet why we were there. I just followed her.

We walked thru a curtain covered doorway, down a hallway that got darker the further we went. Through another door and we were in a dimly lit room. There were two doors on one wall, one on the wall next to it and two matching doors on the opposite wall. The wife opened the door that was all alone. Come on she said.

We stepped in and the room was about the size of a bathroom stall with a red-light overhead. She said take everything from the waist down off. I did as I was told. Standing there half naked, she opened the door opposite of the door we used to step in this tiny area. She said go. I stepped in a space no larger than a phone booth. There was no light, just a dark unknown. She told me to turn around and face her. So, I did. She grabbed my cage, took the key off that was around her neck, then proceeded to align the key and keyhole up. Took a couple attempts being as it was dark.

She found it, I heard and felt the key go in, her hand twists the key and remove the lock. She slipped the cage off my cock and opened and removed the ring. It was like a breath of fresh air for my cock. I felt her lean close in this dark closet feeling space, I could feel her face close to mine, so I leaned forward to better accommodate her being there was a height difference. I felt her hand grab my balls, she squeezed them and asked, "they are nice and full, aren't they?"

I told her "Yes and I needed to empty them so bad". She then whispered "here is your chance to get what you need. Right through that hole in the wall, you will get what you deserve."

We were at a glory hole. OMG I so couldn't believe what she's done for me. My heart started pounding with excitement. She kissed my cheek and told me that she already told them what I liked. Rules are only groin parts are allowed through the hole; I must knock on the wall before I cum and I am not allowed to communicate with the person on the other side of the wall. I felt her turn around, step out and closed the door behind her.

Never have I ever, at least up to that point. But I knew how they worked. I have seen the internet. My cock was just getting acclimated to being set free and by balls from not being drained in 30 days were quite tender to the touch. The hole was an oval shape maybe measured 10 inches top to bottom and 5 inches wide. It was surprisingly accommodating to where it was located as it allowed someone of my average height to be able to walk right up to it without needing adjustment.

I stepped up to the hole and placed my cock and balls through the opening and into the unknown. About shoulder height there were handles affixed to the wall to hold on to. So, after adjusting my hips as close to the wall and placing my package as far in as I could, I grabbed the handles and had no clue what to expect.

I felt a cold hand firmly grab my balls (I have gotten quite a few statements and been told I have big balls too). My eyes rolled back in my head and all I could think was She did tell them what I liked. I like my balls to be played with, firm hard pressure used, some squeezing, but no pulling. The hand on the other end of the opening did all of the above for my likes.

I could feel attention from one hand go from the left side, then the right. Then another cold hand joined, and both were getting attention at the same time. My cock, being it was set free just minutes prior, quickly while my balls were getting the attention let it be known he wanted to get some attention too.

It felt so amazing for my cock to be able to be free and get hard. It knew it was at its max hardness when it felt like all the blood in my cock was building pressure in the head of my cock. Now it is not porn star size, average length and slightly thicker than average. So, I have been told. Now all the attention and playing with my balls which were now super sensitive to the touch, made them hurt, but in a good way. Then suddenly everything on the other end stopped.

For what seemed like forever, which was a mere couple seconds. No attention was being given to anything. Then I felt a sudden grab of a hand on my balls, and both were placed in said hand and equal, tight, firm squeezing pressure was applied to both of them at the same time.

No sooner did my balls scream with pleasure I felt a mouth touch the tip of my cock. I felt the tongue lick the precum off the tip. Then I felt two lips wrap wound my head and the mouth swallowed down my whole cock. I nearly passed out from how good that felt. The warmth, suction of the mouth and firm grip on my balls all combined felt absolutely amazing.

The mouth went to work. Up to the head and then back down to the base. Over and over the mouth got in a rhythm. Started off slow and with every half dozen cycle of up and down, the mouth went faster. It wasn't but a quick 60 to 90 seconds and the mouth working my cock was moving up and down as fast as it could go. The hand gripping my balls continued to keep that amazing firm grip on them and never let loose.

I could feel the tingling in my balls, and I knew exactly what was on its way. It built like a volcano with a cork in it. I could feel it working from my balls up to my cock, through my shaft to the tip of my cock. My whole body screamed with joy as this was going to be the first time in 30 days, I was able to release my load.

I knocked on the wall as I knew it was there and wasn't going to take but a fraction of a second to show its face. As soon as I did that, the hand on my balls tightened its grip on my balls even more. Then it was as if someone had a loudspeaker and played that ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh sound over it.

BOOM I shot my first rope from my cock. First one in 30 days. As soon as that first rope left the tip of my cock, the mouth stopped on the head. Didn't move but proceeded to apply a suction on the tip of my cock that I think would out do a Hoover vacuum. I think the mouth wanted to suck my soul out of my body through the tip of my cock. It felt absolutely amazing, and I was unable to speak or even breathe to object to what the mouth was doing.

Time felt as if it stood still for eternity. But was a good 20-30 seconds of me having my orgasm and emptying my built-up load and the mouth on the other end of the opening doing what it was doing. The mouth never broke suction once I knocked on the wall and slowly released as the pulses in my cock slowed down. Now that I was back on earth, my heart pounding in my chest, a little winded and catching my breathe.

The mouth released its grip on the tip of my cock. The hand released its grip on my balls. I pulled my hips away from the wall but still holding on to the handles as I was not sure if I would be steady and able to stand. After a few seconds and I knew I was ok, I let go. The opening had a faint red-light glow coming from it, then all I heard was click and it went dark. Leaving to me a mystery as to whom the mouth and hand belonged to on the other side.

I turned and stepped out of this phone booth sized room and into the previous room the size of a bathroom stall. All my removed garments were neatly on the chair right outside the door. I gathered them and got dressed. Once getting dressed I sat in the chair that I had just taken the clothes off of to wrap my brain around what exactly just happened. As it was something that was utterly mind blowing.

I heard a light knock, knock on the door. The wife peeked her head in, and we locked eyes. I know I had a huge smile on my face, she returned the smile back and asked if I was done and ready to go. I told her yes. I stood up and said what a surprise and I needed that again. She looked at me and asked, "Oh really?"

An excited "YES" left my lips.

"Good" she replied back and pulled from her purse my cage. "Get back in this and we will see if you deserve it" she told me. I obeyed and let her place my cage back on and lock me up.

It was nearly 3 weeks later, and the wife had a date with her bull. He came in the bedroom as the wife was getting ready as he has a key to the house and is able to let himself in as he needs to. We were mid discussion and as he walked in, I was stating that it has nearly been a month and how I hoped I was worthy enough to get a surprise like I did the last time for staying caged for the 30 days.

Her bull stopped and looked at me with this WHAT look on his face. He looked at my wife who was just finishing getting ready for their date. As he looked at her, he giggled and as he did, he said "You didn't tell him?" My wife instantly turned red.

"SHHHUUUSSSHHHHH" was a quick reply she gave back to him.

I perked up, "WHAT?" I asked in a worried tone.

They both locked eyes. A giggle came from the bull, while a worried giggle came from my wife.

Then they both looked at me and from her bulls mouth came the words "Dude, the blow job you got, that your wife set up. Well that I set up. That was a guy on the other end of that hole. HAHAHA" he started laughing as if the punch line of a joke was just told.

I looked at my wife in ABSOLUTE SHOCK and we locked eyes. All she did was shake her head in an up and down motion with the reply of yes.

They both as I sat there in the chair in our room, started to giggle. Her bull walked up to her and wrapped his arm around my wife and the proceeded to exit the room, with frequent giggles leaving their mouths as they walked through the house on their way out the door.

I sat there with my heart which was now in my feet and my brain trying to wrap around what was just told to me. Confused and alone not knowing what to do next, what to feel or what to say.........

My Master likes being rude and mean and he knows that gets me wet. Him using me and making me feel like just an object is the privilege only him so far made me properly feel.  And our darkness align ohh very much so and our toxic works like Joker and Harlequin. But when we do those crazy things and my Lord provides care and keep my head above water and reward me for being good little fuck doll and his marionette.. makes me weak inside my bones. And I never stop to wonder why do those eyes distract when slave crave to just be a good girl on many levels and why does my desires to fulfill my Lord’s fantasies get punished.. perhaps to be treated like fuck toy that I am.. all that this little fuck toy knows was that it’s very tasty and inspiring and leading me towards Sneaky Devil is when he let me beg and make my mind conflict inside of intense desire to please 
How much I was bad girl my Lord? 
How much I have to miss the intensity we create?
And how much my toxic surprise is going to be denied? 
How bad it is that I overcame my bad girl traits and slip into something more tasty?

I confess to getting hard and turned on by my masseuse.

I know what your thinking just tip her and get the happy ending. Well Elle not that kind of a masseuse. Elle is licensed in therapeutic massage and is phenomenal at her work. My wife and I are both her clients. She works out of a legit chiropractic office so her services are covered on our insurance. My wife recommended chiropractic and massage massage therapy after I suffered a sports injury a few years ago.

The chiropractor had just aligned my spine. I was in waiting room. I had a nagging thought that I had forgotten something. Elle came out moments later to retrieve me. She greeted me with her typical warm smile. Elle was 24. She had a svelte toned and athletic body. Brown hair typically put up in a ponytail. Blue eyes and dimples. She was girl next door pretty. Elle motioned me towards the back rooms. I followed her down the long hall. I was watching her ponytail sway from side to side when my attention was drawn to her perfectly toned ass clad in yoga pants. The tight fit of her yoga pants left little to the imagination. I was fascinated with each perfectly outlined ass cheek rise and fall as her hips swayed side to side. Her walk was purely feminine. I was having a hard time finding a panty line when we arrived at the door to her room. My eyes lingered a bit too long and Elle caught me staring. She opened the door and invites me in wordlessly with a friendly smirk.

SHIT! I realized what I had forgotten. I didn’t pregame. Pregaming in this case meant masturbating before my appointment. A practice I began after an untimely, embarrassing erection I had with my original masseuse shortly after I began massage therapy. I got the impression that I had offended this masseuse so I apologized. After another awkward appointment with my original masseuse, she announced that she was getting married and her fiance got a job out of state. That is when both my wife and I began seeing Elle. Turns out that Elle was a much better masseuse anyway.

Once inside the room Elle asked, You want me to concentrate on your lower back and hips still? I nodded. She continued, You know the drill. Get undressed and I'll be back in a a few minutes.

She closed the door behind her as she left. I quickly undressed. I got on the table naked and face down. I pulled the sheet over me. I put my face in the saddle shaped cradle. A minute later I heard a soft knock at the door with Elle asking if I’m ready. I respond with a Yep. I hear the door open then close, Elle pulled the sheet down exposing my back. I felt her warm oily hands on my upper back moments later. Elle has a touch that is deep, slow and sensual. She intuitively skates the line between pain and pleasure with every movement. My stress melted away. My mind wandered to very recent memories of Elles beautifully shaped 24 year old ass. I mentally slap myself by recalling that I have a daughter her age. Never had I once thought of Elle sexually. No…. Really. I have admired her youthful beauty but never considered having sex with her before. As her hands moved down my back I force any notions of Elles sexuality out of my mind.

My mind wanders……. ***I recall a warm summer day. I’m in a field near my house with my childhood friend JoAnn. We had just finished swimming. We wanted to warm up and get some sun. We followed a deer trail through the yard high tall grass to a deer bed, where the grass had been flattened. We spread our towels on it and layed down. I was enjoying the warmth of the sun on my back when I felt something irritating it. Was it a bug? I shooed it away. I discovered it was a piece of grass that JoAnn was intentionally tickling me with. I told her to knock it off, It itches. Joann continue till I pulled it roughly from her hands and threw it away. I put my face back down in my arms.

Moments later JoAnn says, Sorry.

I answer with a shrug. JoAnn starts gently scratching my back where she had tickled me with the grass.

I let out a pur saying, now that feels good.

JoAnn’s light scratching turns to a light touch. It felt electric. I was being touched in areas that usually didn't get touched. A contented, Mmmmm escaped my lips. As she gently moved her touch slowly on my back. I turn to look at her. I notice the wet bright yellow panties of her bikini clinging to every curve of her vagina. I would come to know this as camel toe later in life. It felt I wanted share the sensation of touch with her.

Hey Joann, this feels really good. Let me do it to you.

She sprung up quickly, reached around her back and adeptly unfastened the back of her bikini top while holding the front against her so it wouldn’t fall off. She held it tight against her while she laid on her belly. Her naked back facing me waiting to be touched. I mimicked the movement of her touch on my back on hers.

JoAnn says, Oooo That really does feel good. I wish girls could go around topless.

Me too, I joke.

She continues, I remember when I was little girl and I didn’t have to wear a top when swimming. I felt free.

I suggested that she take her top off, No one will see in this tall grass. I won’t tell anyone.

JoAnn said, This doesn’t mean I want to have sex. You’re just my friend. Not my boyfriend.

I nodded and crossed my heart telling her, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, Promise.

JoAnn turned over and sat up. The loose top pressed against her chest covering her boobs. She conspiratorially looked in all directions making sure that the tall grass gave us enough privacy. She slowly removed the covering from her breasts and dropped the top beside her. She beamed with a triumphant yet bashful brace filled smile. Then she laid quickly on her side facing me to hide behind the tall grass. I don’t think I took my eyes off of her breasts since she bared them. I was fascinated.

What?, she asks embarrassed.

Your breasts have grown since the last time I saw them. Their amazing.

You think so? She responds looking down at them. They’re gonna get bigger. My Mom has big boobs. She looks down at my crotch. Oh my God! Did you get a boner from seeing these.

JoAnns breasts were fascinating. Her chest was no longer flat like mine but had 2 rounded mounds. The areola got larger and her nipples were erect. Joann asks me to lay down. As soon as I do she touches my chest. My eyes are wide open and staring at her lovely new breasts. She self consciously asks to me stop staring her boobs and to shut my eyes. I am slightly disappointed but I cooperate. I can feel her light touch as her fingers move up my arm, across my chest and down my other arm. Her touch is slow sensual. Then from my chin down the center of my chest, over my belly button to the top of my waistband. My cock involuntarily twitches inside my swim trunks from proximity of her touch. I wonder if she noticed. Her touch travels back up to my chest where it makes a lazy figure 8 around my nipples.

Your turn, I suddenly say as I sit up. Surprisingly JoAnn seems to be excited. She lays down and closes her eyes. I mimicked the path her touch took on my body. I touched her lightly as she did up her arm, across her chest above her breasts and down my other arm. Then from her chin down the center of her chest between her breasts. Over her flat belly button to the top of her bikini bottom waistband. I stopped to take a look at her camel toe. I moved my hand back up to her chest where it makes a lazy figure 8 around her the borders of her breasts.

JoAnn coos, Ooooo that feels good.

I asked her if I can touch them. She nodded approval. I cup one then the other and squeeze gently. I can’t help myself. I lean forward and take a nipple between my lips sucking and licking gently.

JoAnn smacks me on the back of my head playfully. HEY! I said you can touch but no kissing. Now you got to show me your boner.

I didn't quite understand the logic but I was willing to play along. I untied the drawstring on my swim trunks then then lifted the waistband to flash my hardened cock.

JoAnn says, I can barely see… Wait. She moves her head down placing an ear on my belly button. I can feel her naked breast against my thigh. My cock jumps. She squeals with delight. Did you just make it do that? Doesn’t it hurt being hard like that and trapped in you trunks. Maybe you should take it out.

I thought for a moment and asked, not before you show me your pussy like we used to. You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.

JoAnn responded with I don’t have anything down there. She nonchalantly pulled up the waistband of her bikini and exposed her pussy beneath the yellow material. Her thighs and torso made a Y where they met. At the Y where all creases met was a cleft barely covered by a sprinkling of dark downy hair. JoAnn pleads, come on Todd. Release it. Take your trunks off. I took my top off. I dare you.

I was never one to turn down a dare so I pulled my trunks down and my cock sprang up at full attention.

Wow! You got bigger too. JoAnn states then asks, Can I touch it?

I nod cooly, but inside I am dying for her to touch me. JoAnn touches me gently running fingers up and down the length of the shaft. I feel so good. Her touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I Instruct her to wrap her whole hand around it. She does.

Oooo. The skin is soft and warm but it’s so hard.

I ask her to move her hand up and down. She does and I moan. It feels amazing. This half naked girl is stroking my cock.

First she says, like this, while stroking. Wow I can feel the skin moving over the hard part. Then in reaction to my moan she ask, Wait….. Eww! are you getting off?

*** I crash back to the present when Elle asked if her pleasure is good. I think, did she just say pleasure? I come to my senses and reply the pressure is fine. Her skilled hands had been working on my lower back which was exposed to the top of my ass crack. I am now completely aware of my erection that has grown between me an the table.

Elle covered my back with the sheet and moved to my lower half. She exposed one leg and most of the attached buttock. While tucking the sheet between my legs, she inadvertently poked the tip of my hardened cock. It's understandable. It is typically not there. The unintentional physical attention to my cock has me wishing for more. Her hands sensually moved up and down my leg from mid thigh to ankle. If my leg could orgasm it would’ve already shot a load. It wasn’t a stretch to imagine how good those skilled hands and movement would feel on my cock. Her sexual partner was lucky. None of these thoughts helped my erection disappear. She kneaded my bare buttock then smoothed a knot in my hip. She barely gave me time to acknowledge her hands on my bare ass before putting me through the excruciating pain/pleasure of working out a knot. She covered me up and repeats on the opposite leg.

Then I began imagining what Elle looks like naked. Her breasts are C cup. Are her areola large or small? Her complexion is light so the probably pink. What does her pussy look like? She is most likely shaved clean. That seems to be what girls are doing now. Are her labia large or hidden? Her yoga pants left little to the imagination. It was perfect. Ok now I was picturing Elle naked while she massaged me.

Elle asked me how I’m doing. I know what's coming next. Shit! She needed me to turn over. I am at full mast. Hard as a rock. She lifted up the sheet and glanced away to provide a modicum of modesty. She asked me to flip over on my back and move down. I flip over hopeful that I wasn’t as hard as I thought I was. She replaced the sheet. I looked down and my hard on made a tent under the sheet. I glanced at Elles face. To credit her professionally she didn’t even seem to notice. I closed my eyes, slightly embarrassed, willing my erection soft. Nope, not gonna happen. My cock felt every movement of the sheet and loved it.

Elle was up behind my head and working. She said wow, I can feel a lot of tension in your neck and shoulders. Her hands are magic. The tension melted away. I didn’t even about sex for the moment. Until she moved her hands from the base of my neck, over my shoulders down my arms slowly and sensually. My eyes were closed but I could sense her position. I shave my head clean. I could feel what could only have been her pubic area as it lightly touching the crown of my head while she was bending forward over me. I opened my eyes and was staring at the bottom of her clothed breasts. I could only imagine her head inches from my sheet covered phallus. I wonder to myself if she is just as curious about me as I am with her.

Elle finished with my upper body. She moved the sheet to bare my leg, thigh and hip. The sheet felt exquisite as it moved against my cock as she tucked the it in under the opposite leg. The back of her hand grazed it and I nearly let out a moan. She worked my calf, then knots in my thigh when she massaged my hip. I was hyper aware of the proximity of her hands to my cock. She reached across my body and pulled my opposite hip through the sheet. The action caused her lower body to press into my naked leg. I didn’t know how much more I can take. She repeated the same work on my opposite leg. The sheet and her inadvertent touches prolonged my hardness. Before we finished she pulled on my legs to stretch them. She shook them by the ankle and left me wondering is she wanted to see my cock wiggle.

Elle announced that the massage was over by asking me how I was feeling. I told her I felt great as usual. I caught her eye before she left the room. I gave her a heartfelt apology for my condition. Sometimes it just has a mind of its own.

Elle smiled and looked down directly at the sheet where my cock was making a tent. She said flirtatiously, No worries. You’d be surprised how often that happens.
She left me to get dressed.

Confession of scat! This is how it all began. My sissy husband and my journey into the realm of extreme degradation, as a submissive sissy and Female Dom.

Many years ago while living a cuckold lifestyle, my husband was my sissy faggot bitch locked in chastity, I was his hot wife fucking every guy I could.

cI had a boyfriend fucking my asshole once while my sissy was watching and standing by to lube his big cock with his mouth when my lover pulled out with the whole tip of his cock encased in a large piece of my shit. To my surprise sissy took it in his mouth eagerly and completely cleaned my lovers cock before aligning it back against my shitty asshole for more hard fucking. What I didn’t know until after my lover was done and sissy cleaned his shit smeared cock before he left was what sissy told me as I pushed my lovers cum into his eager tongue flicking hungry mouth was that sissy came in his chastity device without touching himself when he sicker and swallowed my shit from my boyfriends dick. To have my sissy husband cum in such a manner turned me completely on and while pushing out my lovers cum I pushed out my soft warm shot mixed with my lovers cum and sissy ate it all before licking my pussy and ass to a mind bending orgasm that opened our relationship up to sissy transforming into my toilet. I’ve used sissy exclusively as my toilet and dirty ashtray keeping him diapered and wallowing in my waste from my ass and ashtray. I became a dominant wife seeing how sissy orgasmed eating my shit off my lovers cock! Since then I’ve always wanted to take a full shit in sissy’s mouth and on a guys cock so I can watch sissy suck him off to orgasm and clean suck hos hard cock for me. 

My Master likes being rude and mean and he knows that gets me wet. Him using me and making me feel like just an object is the privilege only him so far made me properly feel. And our darkness align ohh very much so and our toxic works like Joker and Harlequin. But when we do those crazy things and my Lord provides care and keep my head above water and reward me for being good little fuck doll and his marionette.. makes me weak inside my bones. And I never stop to wonder why do those eyes distract when slave crave to just be a good girl on many levels and why does my desires to fulfill my Lord’s fantasies get punished.. perhaps to be treated like fuck toy that I am.. all that this little fuck toy knows was that it’s very tasty and inspiring and leading me towards Sneaky Devil is when he let me beg and make my mind conflict inside of intense desire to please
How much I was bad girl my Lord?
How much I have to miss the intensity we create?
And how much my toxic surprise is going to be denied?
How bad it is that I overcame my bad girl traits and slip into something more tasty?