i'm having a prob trying to write like an ongoing diary here on the confessions board. i haven't been able to figure out how to keep what i write all in one place. someone did try to explain it to me in a reply and i thought i understood but it doesn't seem to be working. also i don't get the op password thing. if anyone has advice please let me know. anyway i cut and pasted all together the posts i did before and they appear below. nothing much has happened since sunday. i will write here whenever i have any new fun to tell about.

i'm having lots of fun with this teasing thing. daddy-ken, my stepdad, is def liking it too for sure. besides it being fun showing him some skin, we have a secret from mom and everyone else that makes it even more naughty and fun. when he walked in on me unexpectedly down in the washroom and saw me topless it kinda surprised me how i felt, how i liked how he was looking at me. i really didn't have any plan or anything to flash him my tits again or do this tease. but then as he continued to seriously check me out it turned me on. so i decided why not do more. hence i let him get a good look full on at my pussy (wearing panties) when we were alone on the couch. i also have been daring and done some little flirtytease things when my mom was around us.

on sunday afternoon we started decorating our house for xmas. not the tree trimming because we didn't buy the tree yet, but all the other stuff. mom was in charge of the inside decorating and daddy-ken was in charge of the outside decorating. i was like their little santa's elf helper. it started off that mom and i were inside and daddy-ken was bringing stuff inside from the attic over the garage. the three of us were getting stuff organized inside putting all the things where they go in whatever rooms. we were in the diningroom with stuff on the table talking about it. i saw daddy-ken checking me out and i gave him a smile like uh huh we have a naughty secret don't we? i still had on the dress i had worn to church and i started bending over picking things up and shaking my booty. mom was clueless of course. he tells us he needs to get busy with the outside decorations and maybe i can help him take things down from the attic. i went and changed into jeans and a yellow cotton zippered top, no bra. i went downstairs and into the garage. daddy-ken was up in the attic and he was handing things down to me as he was on the steps of the ladder attached to the attic. of course now i had unzipped the top some so he could get a look (and as i was getting dressed a few minutes ago i was thinking some naughty thoughts and playing with my nipples and they were still swelled and hard). i felt like he knew i was going to do it - show for him - and he was happy i was continuing our fun. neither of us has said anything but of course we both know what's going on. so we were working away there and it wasn't at all boring lol. he knew i went and changed and no bra just for him and i had unzipped to give him a look at my tits again. he def likes what he sees!

so like i said before i really hadn't planned on doing this but it's so fun and exciting i will probably keep doing it. i'm sure he wants me to keep up my firtytease fun and show him more. also i like to think he wants to do something too...touch me or maybe show me what he's got hmmm. i'm not sure what i would do if he ever did anything. but i like thinking about it. the thought makes me wet. i love the thought too of him thinking about doing something more and getting hard thinking about me. i will keep writing here about what happens. this is like my naughty daddy-ken diary :)

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so since my stepdad and i had our little moment there down in the washroom when he unexpectedly walked in on me when i was topless taking my stuff out of the dryer, i have been having some fun teasing him...sometimes even when my mom, who is clueless, is home. it's for sure that daddy-ken liked what he saw that day and that he is liking that i am doing this. and i confess, it's also for sure that i like that he likes checking me out. i like the attention. hence, i have been giving him chances to get in some peeks. i know it's naughty, but it's so fun. and it turns me on. it's like we have this naughty secret thing going on between us.

the other day i was taking a walk with my friend jenn around this pond where we live and daddy-ken drove by and honked the horn and waved hi to us. jenn thinks he's cute and she has said things about him more than once. so she made a comment as he drove by. i was so tempted to tell her about what happened and our naughty game. but i didn't.

a little example of our naughty game and why i like playing it with him and how my kinky brain works...the other night mom was upstairs in their room and daddy-ken and i are downstairs. we're on the couch and he's watching tv and i'm laying there at the opposite end listening to tunes on my iphone while i read about a homework assignment that i have to go do in a few minutes. i have on a long t and bikini panties. i feel like having some fun and i decide yes it's time he got a look below the waist. so i spread my legs and to get his attention i start singing softly out loud the song i'm listening to. i see him look over at me and i am making believe i don't see him checking me out, i just keep singing along and moving my legs back and forth in time with the music. i am loving that he is getting a really good look between my thighs, even if i have panties on. tease tease daddy-ken...like what you see? maybe one day you will get to see it without panties on. would you like that? i think we both would haha.

so then i go up to my room and do my homework. i hear him come upstairs after a bit and go into their bedroom and i pause from trying to memorize stupid history dates. i think to myself...hmmm i wonder if i made him hard and now he is going to fuck mom while he thinks about reaching between my legs and pulling aside my panties to see my pussy. if i wanted to i could have gone and listened at their door to see if anything was going on in there. but i didn't. instead i reached down and went with that thought...daddy-ken's fingers doing their thing to my pussy. mmmmm

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it's a saturday late morning. just awake, i am home alone. my mom, a nurse, is at work. my older brother is away at college. my stepdad, as always on saturdays, is at golf. i look in the mirror and think yeah i have looked better. i take a moment to pull a brush through my long, wavy auburn hair and i pull it back in a ponytail and tie it with a scrunchie. i slide the two clothes baskets out of the closet and pick various pieces of clothing and undies up off the floor, chair, wherever, and hurriedly sort the whites from the colors. i slip the t-shirt which i had slept in up over my head and toss it in a basket. i leave on the capri length silky flower print jammy bottoms and slip on the white cotton blouse with the rounded collar which i had worn to school yesterday, buttoning just a couple of buttons below my round, c cup breasts. i opt to do the colors first and carry the basket down to the lower level little room where the washer & dryer are. i put the wash in and go up to the kitchen and sit at the table and have breakfast...a bowl of life cereal, half an everything bagel with cream cheese, oj. i flip thru a shopping flyer while i eat.

i go in the livingroom and sit down on the carpet and do some stretching as i watch tv. after a little while i go listen at the top of the stairs and hear that yes the washer stopped. i go down and move the colored clothes into the dryer. i run back up to my bedroom to get the whites, but decide i really don't need to do them right now. i push the basket back into the closet. i get undressed, go brush my teeth (again), find a new razor and go into the shower. i do my ritual in the nice, hot, steamy place...shampoo twice, conditioner no rinse, body wash all over, do mylegs, pits, and kitty then rinse conditioner out of hair, turn up the hot and just stand there under the shower for a few more moments. done. i dry off. i slip on the jammy bottoms. that's it.

i start down to the washroom, but stop and reconsider. yeah maybe i will do the whites. i grab the basket and go down to the washroom. i get the whites going in the washer. i open the dryer and start taking stuff out, contemplating what i will wear now and later too. i am looking for that top when all of a sudden...there he is! my stepdad is standing there with his bag of golf clubs. i'm topless. but i don't freak. he doesn't either. 'sorry', he says. 'i didn't know you were down here'. i find the green silky top and turn around and slip it on. i turn around fixing my still damp hair and say 'it's ok. i didn't know anyone was home. how was golf'? now he is seriously staring at my boobs within the top and he takes a few moments to answer, then 'huh oh yeah golf was uh good'. 'that's good i say' as i pull the rest of the clothes outta the dryer and drop them in the basket. i pick it up and start by him as he is going to the other room behind me to put the golf clubs away. but he puts the bag down and says, 'i got it' as he takes the basket from me. he carries it up the stairs and i follow behind him.

we get to my room and i go to take the basket. he asks me 'where'? i carry it with him to the bed and dump the clothes out on the bed. he is again seriously looking at my boobs and this time looking right down into my top. it doesn't freak me though because he's not doing it in a weird, pervy way...but kinda admiringly. i'm actually kinda surprised how it makes me feel. i look at him and smile, so as to say - i see you looking and it's okay, i like that you are looking and that you like what you saw/see. hmmmm.

i start folding stuff and putting things away and we're talking. we're talking and he's still looking at me the whole time, but not trying to hide that he is. we have a little moment there. i'm done folding and i tell him i need to get dressed. he says 'oh yeah sure' and he leaves. i close the door. i think wow hmmm that was...different. not that i have never thought naughty forbidden thoughts about him/us before in my most private of times. i wonder has he ever?...yes i bet he has! i like thinking that.

Short Story: The Exploitation of Joan
Image via AI Art Stable Diffusion

She was being crushed under the weight of his hairy fat gut, pressing into her soft fragile body. Joan gasped for breath as his large hand gripped her neck. She gasped and gagged feeling him pumping his member deep inside her, his whisky breath wafting up her nostrils at whatever oxygen she struggled to inhale. Her petite breasts protruded under his barrel chest as he slammed into her. Her long slender legs were pinned open as he pounded her little frame of a body. With each thrust it was harder to breath. His bearded face was itchy on her soft pale skin, reddening it with irritation. He let go of her neck, and quickly bit into her neck, she could feel his teeth sinking in and she let out a gasp. She inhaled, and gulped in as much air as she could and coughed. With each cough she could feel her muscles tighten around his invading cock that was decimating her womb.

She could feel the tip of his thick cock slam into her cervix, and she squealed in pain. The pain of her vaginal walls being stretched almost made her pass out as he fucked her with no remorse. One of his giant paws grabbed on to one of her petite breasts, squeezing tightly. His bearded mouth was upon her lips and his tongue forcefully opened her mouth. She could taste his stale putrid breath as his tongue slid on to hers. His tongue penetrated deep inside of her mouth. Grunting with every pump into her small frame, her body was jolted by each and every painful thrust inside her. His mouth pulled away from her lips, and he focused on a perky breast, biting down, sucking as his hairy obese belly pinned her underneath. He tensed up, she could feel the girth of his cock expanding inside her, pushing the walls of her tight vagina outward. His hand gripped her neck and he stopped sucking on her nipple, but was now looking into her eyes. He grunted loudly and she felt his large cock pulsating deep within her. Her pussy was on fire, as if a volcano was erupting inside her. She could feel his hot white cum dripping out of her as he continued to pump in a seemingly never ending orgasm. She winced in pain as her pussy burned from being stretched so much from the friction of such a large cock. He collapsed on top of her, grunting. Again she struggled to breath, and patted him on his hairy back.

“Hey…” she whispered.
“Hmmm,” he grunted and rolled off of her.
She stood up and cum ran down her leg. Joan shook her head because she really hated taking the morning after pill, but she couldn’t afford to get birth control. There were no free women’s clinics around her area. Joan walked over to the nightstand and recounted the money that was on it. $600, he must have given her a tip for not using a condom – not like she really had a choice in the matter. The man stirred, and she turned towards him. He was looking up at her grinning, admiring her body.
“That was some good ass pussy, girl. Makin mama proud I’m sure!” He had a southern drawl.
Joan didn’t say a word, but leaned down and grabbed her panties off the floor.

“Alright little lady, I get the hint,” he grunted as he got up off the bed, reaching for his pants. He pulled out his wallet, looked inside, “Well ya didn’t steal anything, here’s another $200 for being a good girl, a good little slut. You keep that pussy of yours in tip top shape ok? Daddy’s gonna want more.”
“Yes sir,” she murmured. Her muscles hurt, her pussy hurt, and her neck throbbed in pain. She looked down at her breast and it was bruised, and had a hickey. She would need time to heal before accepting other clients. She sat down on the bed and slipped on her favorite black miniskirt, then picked up her red laced top and pulled it over her small tits.

“Yer not a talkative one,” he noted, “I like that. Bitches who talk too much annoy me, well, gotta head home to the cunt I married. Hopefully I’ll see you again. Here is my number.”

He handed her a business card and quickly put his shirt on. Not even looking back to her, he opened the door to the room and left.

“No fucking way I’m going through that again. Fuck,” she said to herself. She stood up and winced in pain. She walked over to the room’s safe which was hidden in a closet and used the combination to open it. Her purse was inside, as was her phone.

She looked through the various text messages on her phone and noticed one from her stepbrother.

“I know what you have been doing, you little whore,” the text read.
Her face was flush with anger, “motherfucking asshole,” she said as she dialed his number.
“Hello?” He politely asked.
“Fuck off, who do you think you are?”
“Just a guy who is gonna tell your mom your little secret… unless…”
“UNLESS WHAT?” Joan fumed, yelling into the phone.
“Unless you let me get some of that…” he said calmly.
“Listen dickhead, I don’t know what you’re talking about – what secret? Go ahead, you’re disgusting.”
Her step brother was a bit older than she was, he was 26, and she just turned 21.
“I’ve got proof. One of my buddies fucked you, and took video of it. Hidden video, here I’ll send you a screenshot, hold on…” he scrolled through his phone and sent her a screenshot of her kneeling on the floor of a hotel room, with a man’s cock in her mouth.
Her heart nearly stopped.
“I’ve always had a thing for you, Joan… your choice” he said.
(to be continued?)

This is a story of a guy that followed me around the mall and kept trying to attack me one day. It involves a bit of sexual assault but not as bad as it could have been. Also I skipped out on a lot of the details, especially with the touchy parts, even though I remember all the details. If it doesn’t make sense I can describe a lot more detail in comments or PM, but I’m skipping a lot of details to keep it from being a novel (I tend to ramble if I get started). And I apologize for this being so long. I was typing it on a word document and then pasted it here and saw it was so insanely huge.
To be honest I’m not really traumatized by what happened, and the experience wasn’t remotely as bad as some of the people on here have gone through so I don’t demand sympathy. In fact I’m not even really bothered by it as much as I should be (Is that weird?). It’s something that only I (and I guess the guys involved) know about and I like to keep it that way, which is why I didn’t report it or anything. In writing the whole thing down it makes me realize that I was pretty stupid. After the first situation I really should have learned better than to let myself get into the others (you'll understand if you read it), but I guess I kept shrugging things off and assuming that I could get out of all the situations without making a scene and getting police involved, even though in reality I was just lucky every single time. It was really stupid of me to not scream and thrash as much as I could, I don't even know why I couldn't manage that. Still, luck saved me and for that I ended up better than a lot of other people, and so I'm thankful for that.
I guess I’m just writing it so that somebody random can read it, since I want to keep it secret from my real life. Again I don't know how much sense my writing makes, hopefully enough.
Anyway on to the story for those who care to read it:
It happened in spring of 2012. It was the day my older sister, Amy, was graduating high-school. Pretty much her grad events started at like 10 AM for group pictures in the sunlight and stuff, then they had a break for about 4 hours to do what they wanted before everyone had to meet up for the convocation part. My sister and her friends all wanted to spend the break at a nearby mall, since we needed lunch/shopping and had time to kill. My mom drove us all to the mall and dropped us off there, having to drive home to pick up my step-dad and younger brothers who didn’t want to come with us in the morning.
When we got there Amy’s friends decided it would be fun to go have lunch in the gas station in the same parking lot. It had a little A&W attached and they thought it would be hilarious to go to a fast food restaurant and eat gross food dressed up in all fancy dresses. We got our burgers and sat down at one of the tall round tables with the high up stools so that their dresses stayed mostly off the floor. I didn’t have that problem since it wasn't my grad, so I was wearing a moderately short minidress. It was black, stretchy, and had the zipper on the front. Big dresses aren’t comfortable, plus there wasn’t a chance of it being stepped on and ripped (which happened to one of them at the dinner).
We were eating our lunch in the corner of the gas station where there were like four tiny round tables. As we were eating two guys came in and got some food. One of them, a chubbier fellow with a thick beard and a hat, went and sat down at one of the other tables but the other one decided to stop and chat with us. I guess the outfits made it pretty obvious it was grad time, and Amy’s friend Christine was in a super friendly mood and more than willing to chat with him about how awesome of a day it would be, even though he was probably like 50 years old and looked like a cross between a trucker and a homeless guy.
That was all fine with me, I’m not a talk-to-strangers type of person but I just ate my food and didn't get involved, however I did listen in. It was mostly the greasy guy chatting about all his grad stories, girls’ dresses getting ripped, guys falling through tables, a couple fights etc. however there were a lot of mentions about how good looking the girls were back then, as well as a few random compliments about how good all of us looked. He didn't seem entirely creepy, just so friendly it was awkward.
Anyway after I finished my meal the guy got up and left the building (leaving his friend still at the table), and after drinking my whole drink I really had to go pee. The other girls were not finished eating (because they do more talking than eating) and so I told Amy I was going to the washroom really quick and she just said to hurry up because they wanted to go to the mall soon. So I found the bathrooms and went in. They were on the other side of the convenience store near the refrigerated drinks through a door and a little hallway.
I finished in the washroom and went back out, but jumped in surprise as I opened the door since the chatty old dude was standing right in the door frame, staring down at me. He was certainly not on his way to the guy’s room. He must have come back inside and noticed I had gone to the washroom and decided to come visit me. He was partly blocking my way out while I stood with the door open. I’m not stupid and could tell what he wanted me for, since he was very obviously undressing me with his eyes as they looked me up and down. His stare was so intensely penetrating that I felt like I was already naked. I felt tempted to just strip down right there to save his imagination the effort, and by the look on his face his imagination was already doing a good enough job that he might not even notice the difference.
I knew I was in a dangerous spot, but I honestly couldn't think of a good way to get out of it. He was a very strong looking person and I was certainly not, so if I tried to push him out he would just push in harder. He hadn’t tried to grab me but I was easily within arm’s reach, and it looked like if I tried to scream he could quickly shut me up. He was standing in the door so I wouldn't be able to slam it shut, and I didn't want to step back into the washroom and let him in. All those options seemed they would end with a smile on his face, and definitely not a smile on mine.
The weird thing was this guy didn't seem at all like the person who had been talking to us before. It was him of course, but his entire attitude seemed to have flipped upside down. He no longer looked remotely friendly or full of energy like he was before. He must be really good at faking a friendly attitude, or else has multiple personalities or something. Now he just seemed terrifying and confident, to the point that I felt like there was no hope of me getting away, and that I the only thing I was supposed to do was lay down right there and let him do his thing. That feeling came in waves, sometimes so strong that several times I was very close to simply giving in and saving the effort of trying to avoid something that seemed guaranteed to happen.
Fortunately for me I always snapped out of that feeling quick enough. I knew I had to get out of there, but I didn’t want to try anything that could make him get violent, so I decided to try just assertively walking out the door. I was hoping that he was trying to seduce me in a non-violent way and that if I looked confident about leaving he would let me go. He was only blocking half the door, but unfortunately when I tried to walk by he casually leaned his arm across to get in my way. I pushed on it a little but he wouldn't move, and instead used his other hand to feel down my back, quickly coming to rest on my butt. I was getting a bit scared with him touching me but I still hoped I could get him to buzz off.
“Excuse me!” I said to him in that bitchy tone that always comes with those words. I pushed on his arm again, and he definitely knew I wanted to go but unfortunately was having none of it. He just leaned in and his other hand made its way around the bottom of my dress. It didn't take long for me to realize this was a failed attempt so I turned toward him and smacked his hand away. He responded by pushing me up against the door frame, pressing his body against me while his hands ran down my sides.
(Anyway I’m sure you all get the general idea of where this was going. In the interest of keeping it clean and short I’m going to skip all of this part and briefly summarize. Also because I tend to ramble, so I’ll just skip it entirely.)
Pretty much I tried to keep calm and wriggle away ineffectively for a while. I didn't want to make things get violent since if he started using his full strength I wouldn't have had any hope of getting away, but when I wiggled my way out he just shoved me against another wall. He ended up getting more aggressive and I just got scared to the point of being practically motionless for who knows how long. He kept whispering insults and gross comments about me and for some time I was convinced they were true.
Some sense kicked into me when he pinned me up against the door and I turned the handle, causing us both to tumble down onto the floor. This was followed by a few struggles that nearly ended with him on top of me, but ultimately had me kicking him right in the face with my pointy heel. It was such a good kick that it pretty much reduced him to a crying mess (which he deserved) and let me get out of there. The whole time I forgot to just scream for some reason, but it turned out fine since he was the one left crying on the bathroom floor.
(It probably doesn’t make sense when shortened that much so you can ask questions in PM or comments and I’ll elaborate. If it weren’t for character limits I would end up rambling on with paragraphs about every moment.)
We left the A&W and I didn’t tell anyone or call the police, simply because I had gotten away before anything terrible happened and I really didn’t want to ruin Amy’s grad day by having the police come. Also because if I told anyone then everybody would be sympathizing and checking if I was okay rather than celebrating Amy’s success, which was something she desperately needed since she was kind of depressed. You can call me an idiot for that if you like, but at the time I thought it was the best decision and I really didn’t want to deal with the police anyway. I wasn’t traumatized or anything and I know it could have been much worse. Most of the stories on here are WAY more horrifying than what happened to me. I guess it was made a bit better by the fact that I gave him what he deserved in the end.
As I left the washroom I noticed the other guy was still at his table, finished his food. He was staring at me, but pretending not to. Since the two knew each other I assumed he must have known what had went on in there. Maybe he was keeping watch to make sure greasy trucker guy had me all to himself, or the more likely situation that he was waiting for trucker guy to finish so he could have his turn with me, in which case he was probably very upset that I was out of the bathroom, or that I was still wearing a dress! Either way I’m glad he was out here instead of both of them meeting me in there. I barely had it in me to fight off one pervert; had both come then I don't think it would have taken much convincing for me to do what they wanted. Then again maybe he was totally innocent and I was just being really suspicious.
We had to go to the mall to get movies and snacks for the next day, since the girls were planning to celebrate graduating by doing absolutely nothing productive for as many days as they could manage. We spent a solid half hour or so looking through a tiny local movie trader in the mall and while we were there guess who showed up? Greasy trucker guy! Sadly his face was not as broken as I had hoped it was, although there was a clear cut on his cheekbone.
Trucker guy came in and saw us looking for movies, and once again inserted himself into our group and started talking enthusiastically with the chattier girls in the group. I had resolved beforehand to not make a big deal out of what happened and I still wasn’t going to, even though he had deliberately pushed in between me and Amy to use himself as a wall so nobody would see him put his hand on my butt. I tensed up a bit but didn’t make a scene about it, since I had decided to not let what happened interfere with grad day and to be honest this was nothing compared to what he wanted to do in the gas station. I pushed his hand away gently a few times but it always ended up back right away, a bit more firmly each time. Eventually I just decided to put up with it for the time being and pretended to read some DVD cases. For quite a while he managed to carry on a perfectly friendly and innocent chat with the girls about what movies are good, all while stealthily trying to claw my dress up.
It was actually impressive how he managed to be so friendly when his only real motive was to cop a feel of me. Clearly I hadn’t given him as many of those as I was supposed to back in the gas station. I had resolved before not to make a big deal out of any of this, and if I could let the other stuff slide then this certainly wasn’t a big deal in comparison. He was clever and persistent, and subtle at least, and it’s not like anyone was noticing. Plus I didn’t think he could really do much more than that without drawing attention to himself, but that didn’t stop him from trying. I think he knew that I was never going to report him so he wasn’t afraid of doing this in public, and it seemed like he was going to keep trying to go further. I guess he had no reason not to as long as I was just standing there letting him do whatever he wanted.
I figured the things he started doing were getting so obvious everyone should have noticed, but none of the girls did and they kept chatting. To be honest I still wasn’t too bothered, since I knew eventually we would leave and nobody but us two would have any idea, however what worried me is actually getting caught like that since I didn’t want anyone to know that I had let some old dude grope me in public. I couldn’t tell him off without everyone knowing that, but I realized it wasn’t like he was going to attack me for trying to move away. I pretty much spent the next however long shuffling about the movie store acting interested in random things. He’d follow me around casually to put his moves on me but I never gave him a long enough before I went elsewhere. Eventually he got tired of not getting anywhere and said his goodbyes to everyone and skittered off.
After getting our movies we had to go to the attached Wal-Mart for snacks and all the junk food and pop we could find. We still had time before my mom was supposed to come get us so we killed a bit of time there as well, since we bolted through all the food isles grabbing stuff and had enough junk food to feed a fat army. We spent about half an hour going through the electronics section. My family used to play a lot of Wii games (and some Xbox) so we were browsing the games aisle for a long time. One of the girls decided to buy a DS game and went looking for the attendant to get it out of the cabinet. While she was gone Chris looked in the cart and decided we still needed Munchies. Since they were still waiting for the game they asked me to run and get some while they waited here so I headed back to the food section, snagged a huge bag of the stuff, and started back.
Walking down a main aisle again I looked ahead and noticed old trucker dude yet again. I realized at this point that he was going to keep following us until we either vanished or he got what he wanted. He was between me and the electronics section and hadn’t noticed me yet so I ducked into a side aisle full of furniture and decided to go around a different way so I could not have to run into him. The electronics were a section in the middle and I figured I’d just go around and meet up with Amy before he saw me, however when I got to the main aisle on the other side I saw him again walking down an aisle toward where I was. He still hadn’t noticed me since I saw him through the shelves but I still didn’t want to run into him so I went down another isle. We played unintentional cat and mouse throughout a good chunk of the store.
I ended up in a section close to the gardening section at the back corner of the store with the tall shelving everywhere. I figured by now he knew I was in the store and was looking for me so as long as he didn’t see me I would be fine. I was at the end of an aisle at the back wall. Nobody was around were I was and there were only a couple people down near the main aisle on the other end. One of them was trucker guy, wandering down the main aisle glancing down either side. The aisle near me had a bunch of bins and storage stuff and it was possible for me to look over them through the shelves and watch him. By the looks of it he couldn’t see me. I watched him stealthily since if I tried to leave the end of the isle he would see me. He looked back and forth a few times down the last aisle.
When he finally turned away and started down the other direction I breathed a sigh of relief. However apparently I was watching so intently I didn’t notice footsteps behind me until it was too late, and I suddenly felt two arms around me from the back. One of the hands covered my mouth for a time, although I tend not to scream when I’m scared anyway. After a few moments I saw the trucker guy turn around and head back toward me. I knew the person behind me was the other one from the gas station because I could feel his rough beard on my neck, and I figured they must have been trying to herd me away from the busy part of the store so they could trap me, which I apparently fell for like an idiot.
(Here’s another part that I’ll be skipping a lot of details on.)
I was still holding the bag of munchies in one hand for some reason, but the other was free to try and push him away, although it didn’t work. By the time I realized I’d never push him off like that, trucker guy showed up around the corner and I was immediately stuck between them. I couldn’t push away, there was nobody else in sight, and Amy would never look for me in this corner of the store, so I quickly resigned myself to my current role as the tasty filling of their human sandwich. Thankfully neither of them got to enjoy their filling for very long since we eventually heard loud footsteps from a couple aisles over. To be honest I hoped for a moment whoever was there would go away, because I didn’t want anybody to see what I was doing. Luckily trucker dude let go of me, walked over to the other aisle and started talking cheerily to the person there, leaving me in the arms of the chubby (less strong) guy.
He seemed to be under the impression that at this point I wasn't going to resist anything, so he wasn’t really restraining me. I waited a little while until he was not paying attention and smashed my elbow into the side of his head, and I was able to get away without giving trucker dude time to get back and put me back in my place between them. I even made it out with my bag of munchies. I was really lucky that person showed up in the next aisle, even though he hopefully had no idea what was going on, since without him I was completely expecting to be there until they got bored of me.
Neither of them really chased me, which is good because with the heels I was wearing they could have crawled and caught me. I guess they knew they failed and didn’t want to make a scene, and trucker dude knew I wouldn't make a scene on my own if they left me alone. I was in the clear again and wasn’t worried about them trying something in any places with other people so I resolved to stick next to Amy for good.
When I got back to Amy and the others, they were leaving the electronics and I gave them their food. I got a “What took so long” response, but I didn’t tell them that less time was spent getting the food than was spent trying to escape from touchy perverts. We went to the checkout lines but they only had one open and we had to wait in line for a long time.
Unfortunately I hadn’t seen the last of my admirer, and while we were standing in line I noticed him on the other side of the registers standing by the bathrooms staring at me. I made eye contact by accident and he nodded his head toward the bathrooms with a sly grin, obviously wanting me to join him (and probably his friend) inside. He somehow must have thought I was just playing hard to get, and just teasing him by kicking him and trying to escape. I guess in his backward way of thinking, being felt up in the gas station, followed through the mall, and grabbed at in the back of a Wal-Mart would fill any girl’s stupid, horny brain with such overpowering desire that I couldn’t possibly resist jumping into the washroom to let him finally have his way with me.
As sarcastic as that was, it’s a little embarrassing to admit that I was actually, for some reason, tempted to go over there, and I have no idea why I would even think that while knowing what they would do with me. Unfortunately for him I decided that it would be a bad idea to go into the washroom with them (duh). We all left together and as we walked past the bathrooms he didn’t look as disappointed as I expected, considering I was being such a fun wrecker. Maybe he still held out hope that I was going to give in to my lust and crawl back to him, but more likely he had gotten enough satisfaction from everything else that day even if I left without giving him the entire experience, although I’m sure his imagination had no trouble filling all the holes.
We left the mall and were picked up by my mom in her van. I sat through the convocation while my sister got her awards and diploma. It was all pretty boring to be honest; especially compared to how unpleasantly exciting my day had been so far. The rest of the day went really well and was lots of fun, however the whole day I kept thinking I would run into those guys again, since they kept finding me in the mall. While we were taking pictures outside the church where the convocation was I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of trucker dude in the far side of the parking lot for just a moment, although I was almost certainly seeing things as there was no way he could have found out where we were. Still I didn’t want to go and investigate on the off chance it was actually him, since there would be the remote possibility of being dragged into some white van to be used and left in a back alley, which really didn’t appeal to me.
By the end of the day I was past it all though and I was able to totally enjoy the dinner and dance afterward and have lots of fun. It’s not like I forgot about it, obviously I haven’t, but it wasn’t hard to deal with in the end. I’m totally okay and always have been, and I’m still confident I made the right decision in not telling anyone about it, even if everyone here thinks it was a stupid idea. It wouldn’t have improved my life to get the police involved, but it certainly would have ruined Amy’s grad, and I would have been a terrible sister and friend to do that when she was already so upset about her own life.
Anyway that’s the story. Hopefully it’s still good for this board. Any comments, questions, etc. are welcome. I’m totally good with just talking or answering anything because, as I said, I’m not traumatized by it

Care to expand the story (involves female scat)?

I'm not good at story writing, hence the following request: I would love to read a story about a secret female-scat fetishist society that surreptitiously farms the poop of young, beautiful women by employing them as fashion models or hosting them in what is supposedly a modeling or finishing school. The unaware models are put on a special diet that significantly reduces the toxicity of their poop, improves the aroma and taste, and generally causes them to have large and healthy bowel movements. Given some convincing excuse, the models would be ordered to empty their bowels into two porcelain pots, one would hold their piss, the other their prized poop. Maids would then remove the pots and deliver them to the groups secret confectionary were connoisseurs of female manure would taste and grade the "fruit" of the harvest. The best, that is the most fragrant and piquant of the pee would be set aside in order to produce fine vintages named after the girl in whom it was originally brewed. Lesser quality product would be mixed to produce girl-pee soda for fetishists; a special cream-pee soda, containing fragrant pussy secretions, would also be made. Since half the excitement for a girl-poop aficionado lies in admiring the unique shape of a particular day's poop, grade-A quality poop would congealed in transparent jelly and then canned to prevent loss of original shape and to ensure maximum freshness. Each can of a particular girl's poop would contain a photo of the girl who pooped it, emphasizing her best physical attributes. Girl's with a tendency to drip a lot of pussy cream when they poop would be specially desirable and any cream collected in their poop pots would be canned along with the poop, and advertised accordingly. "Rotten-panty-tacos" would also be prepared by wrapping her poop into one of her used panties that was previously soaked in her pee, topping it off with some of her own cream, and packaging the resulting confection in a beautiful, gourmet-food can. Of course our chefs and culinary artists would be experts in preparing addictive dishes made from our girls' fresh and canned poop, pee, and cream. Our girls, without knowing it of course, would be fed these and other natural and organic female-farmed delicacies from time to time.

I have to confess I used to send women "secret admirer" gifts like lingerie, skirts, blouses. Then I'd call them up to get their response, usually using some story to get them curious enough to talk.

Ask me anything.

I have a damn good confession for the pervs out there. (kinda long, gotta lay the foundation for ya first.)

About 2 years back, I was hangin at a friend's house (we're all in our 20's) and saw a picture of a beautiful little goddess about 9 in his living room. It was the same chick I had been admiring at a number of get togethers at his house or his parents' but never learned her name. One weekend, I go over his place and his sister in law is over there along with the lil angel from the picture. He called me over because he wanted to ask me and 2 other guys to go with him out of town. His parents were going to some kind of convention and he didn't want to be stuck hangin with them the entire weekend. So I asked who else was going and as he ran through the names, I heard a girl's name that I never heard before and I just knew it HAD to be her. Even if it wasn't, it was worth a shot to see her in pajamas or even a bathing suit, so I call work to get the days off.

So I meet up with him and the other guys on Friday to head out, his parents had already left before I got there so I was hoping she was in their car. We arrive at the hotel and check in to our room. We didn't hook up with his parents until that night at a church service. And guess who comes and sits right next to me on the second row, the angel of my affection. She was oh so adorable in a sleeveless blue and white dress with the cutest little sandals. The place was really cold though, being the summer they must have ran the air conditioner at full blast and she was freezing.

I looked over at her shivering and I snickered a little and she looked up at me with this devilish little grin and with the sweetest voice, she said "That's not funny." I laughed even more then and she elbowed me in the ribs for it. She started scooting over closer to me and we were sitting arm to arm as she attempted to warm up. This was the first time we touched. It sent shivers through my body and it wasn't from the cold. My hand was palm down on the seat between us when she came closer so now it was wedged between our thighs. It began to get really hot in there. I reached over to rub my arm and was rubbing hers too because of how close she was. After while she turned her back to me and put one foot up on the seat so her left leg was on top of her right leg's ankle and the bottom of her foot was pushing against my thigh. I was rock hard already by that time so I moved my hand from between us and rested it on top of her foot. I slowly rubbed her foot and her sandals didn't have much material so i could make enough skin contact for it to feel nearly intoxicating. She began to wiggle her little toes on my fingers as I caressed her foot and ankle. Soon the service was over and she was really playful in the parking lot as we were waiting to head back to the hotel.

I had watched this cutie from afar for a long time at different functions and I couldn't believe that I was touching her like that. And for her to seem like she was into it made it even hotter. The ultimate rush came from all the people sitting around us having no idea what we were doing. But wait. That's not the best part.

Saturday morning comes and the lil angel comes over to our room with my friends nephew and cousin, they were staying in his parent's room. His parents come over shortly after to tell us about some errands they need to run and ask us to look after the kids for a few hours and my friend agrees. I had a mini party in my head knowing I would be so close to her and after last night, who knows what could happen. Today she was wearing a cute purple tank top with some blue jean shorts and another pair of cute sandals that she kicked off as soon as she walked in. Did I mention that she had the most beautiful and soft little feet? Well, she did.

We were in the standard hotel room, 2 beds, bathroom, and tv in front of the beds. I was sitting on the bed near the back of the room and she ran over to me and jumped on the bed and wanted to play fight. We wrestled around a bit and I tickled her and she loved that. I would tickle her sides, feet, neck, thighs, under arms, anywhere I thought she would be sensitive, but secretly getting a feel of her entire body and enjoying every second of it. When I let her go she would catch her breath and then jump on my back and try to wrestle me down to the bed. We had a blast until my friend got pissed at her for laughing and screaming so loud and told her to stop playing. She sat next to me and watched tv and just then it hit me, I had a PSP in my suitcase, she might wanna play. So I jump up and pull out the PSP and the only game I had on me was a shooting game and of course her face lit up and asked if she could play.

Of course she didn't know how to play and kept dying over and over. She asked if I would help her and she slid closer to me and we sat hip to hip. She then said, "Here, you control the guy running around and I'll push the buttons to shoot." I agreed and she sat to my right and held the right side of the game and I held the left side. So there I was, left hand on the PSP, right hand around her on her hip, slowly moving up and down her side. We played for atleast 30 minutes and the other kid came over and asked if he could take a turn since we died a few times. Trying to be fair I agreed and she was NOT happy. She threw a tantrum and yelled at him for asking to play when he saw me and her playing and having fun. Obviously her parents spoiled the hell out of her and I don't blame them, she was the cutest lil thing I had ever seen.

Then she got mad at me for giving him the game and I tried to calm her down and she kicked and swung at me as I tried to talk her down. It was funny as hell. Then my friend yelled at her again and told her to stop being a big baby and not sharing with other people and she yelled back at him and he told her to lay down and be quiet until the movie was over that they were watching. So I was still sitting on the bed with my back to her, she was laying down behind me. After a few minutes I looked back and she looked like she was asleep. My friend went to take a shower and the others were so focused on the tv so i sat back on the bed, pulled some of the blanket up and slid my hand underneath the blanket to her. I spent probably the next 20 minutes caressing her soft legs, ass, and back since she was laying on her stomach. She was completely motionless, and when I rubbed her back, I could feel a soft rise and fall as she breathed. One of the guys turned and asked me a question and I told them a short story about the first movie since they were watching a sequel.

So there I was, 3 of my friends and his nephew and cousin looking right at me while telling a story while my hand is under the blanket squeezing her ass and my thumb between her thighs. When they turned back to watch the movie, I looked back to check on her and she was laying there, eyes wide OPEN, staring right back at me. I fuckin froze. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know what to say. I was horrified. My heart felt like it weighed 100 pounds. If she screamed the 3 of them would kick my ass for an hour before the police got there to haul my ass away. Would she scream? Would she snitch? I didn't know. I feared the worse. But nothing. She did absolutely nothing. She just turned her head over towards the wall. I pulled my hand away as my heart rate slowed to normal. I didn't know what to expect. She just laid there. She knew where my hand was, she knew what I was doing, and she didn't stop me. My thoughts began to return to me as I regained my composure. My hands were still shaking. I just looked at her laying there. Just then, she slid her arm out from under the blanket and opened her hand as if she was reaching out to me. I looked around and they were still watching the movie so I reached down and grabbed her hand and she pulled it back under the blanket.

I was still shaken up from before and couldn't get right back into it. For a few minutes, I rubbed her arm and back until there was a knock at the door. It was my friend's parents back with lunch for the kids. So she sat up, looked at me, gave me that same devilish grin from friday night, and walked over to the door to get her shoes. She put them on, gave me one last smile as she turned to walk out the door, and left with the other kids. I went to shower and the whole time in the bathroom I gave thanks to whoever created her and enjoyed my health and freedom because I would have been in a seriously bad situation if she reacted differently.

I don't think I have ever been so afraid in my life. The thought of what could have happened in that room terrifies me even to this day. I got too careless, too brave, too stupid for my own good. She was just so pretty and so soft. In my eyes, she was perfect. And if it wasn't for the ignorance of the masses, I would marry that girl right now, even now, 2 years later. But then I start to wonder, that couldn't have been her first time. She was TOO into it. Too comfortable for her age. I couldn't have been the first guy. It was as if she wanted more. More than what was allowed due to the circumstances. But it was still hot.

I was with the guys the rest of the weekend and didn't see her again until Sunday afternoon when we got back home and her parents were there to pick her up, and they live 2 or 3 hours away, so that was the last time I saw her. I still hang out at my friend's house from time to time, hoping she'll show up but it always seems that I'm a day or 2 too late to see her. Maybe she'll get a facebook account one day and I'll get to talk to her about what happened. Who knows? Maybe she'll want to have even more fun next time.

Thanks for reading, guys, and sorry it was so long, but I had to get this thing off my chest and share it. I hope you enjoyed it.

Maggie's imprisonment Part I

    Maggie didn't know it, but she had been chained in her dungeon cell for exactly twenty hours. That was twenty hours of total darkness. Twenty hours of solitude. Twenty hours of painful restraint, forced to stand on her toes. Twenty hours of no food nor water.    Twenty hours of captivity. Maggie was completely nude, stretched and covered with sweat and dust, her legs tainted with her piss that she wasn’t able to retain anymore. What a shame for her!
Her imprisonment only takes a short time. The abductors must have cloroformed her, she didn’t remember it what had happened to her, the last thing she could remember that she was driving in her car. When she woke up, she had been tied up into a hogtie, wrists and ankles bound tightly and very close together, so she could easily touch her heels with her fingers. She was still wearing all her clothes, except her sneakers which had been taken off. Since her youth she hadn’t worn any socks, even in winter, and at home she was always barefoot. Her soles are well calloused and trained.
She started to move but it was difficult because her hands and feet must had been tied up for a long time, they were cold and numb. She hardly was able to wrinkle her fingers and toes. Her mouth has been taped up, and a bag has been pulled over her head. She noted that her big toes were tied together, a small rope cinched tightly between them. She was transported for a long time, in a van, because her tied-up body rocked back and forth.
After a while the van stopped and a door was opened. Powerful hands grabbed her bound and aching body, she was raised on her shoulders and knees, they carried her over a certain distance and laid her on a hard surface. Then she got untied, first the rope which has joined her hands and feet so she was able to stretch her extremely aching back. When the abductor frees her wrists, the cut-off circulation of her hands was restored and Maggie moans loudly. She started to move her burning fingers, her hands seemed to burn in a fire! Quickly a pair of handcuffs were closed around her wrists, firmly pressing in the skin. Her feet were freed just like that, also burning and aching like hell, her ankles got cuffed as fast as her wrists. Then the abductors removed the bag, so she was able to see them the first time.
There were two men, tall and muscular, wearing face masks, both a lumberjack shirt and jeans. They looked like twins, she thought seeing them the first time. She looked around, she was sitting on a table, placed in a huge hall, with walls of old bricks without any windows. There was also no notable door or entrance.
They grabbed her under her arms and lifted her up, from the desk upon her feet. She hardly was able to stand securely because of the numbness, they still felt cold. She noticed that her ankles had been cuffed with shining wide metal cuffs, fitting exactly around them, connected by short chain of ca. 30 cm. They pressed firmly in the skin, so every step was difficult to make and painful. Her wrists must have been cuffed in the same way, she tried to move them and noticed the hard metal squeezing the skin there.
She was pulled forward. Walking unsteadily they crossed the hall where the van was parked, and she was stopped in front of one of the walls. By using a hidden mechanism, the wall began to move and opened a view to a stairway leading downwards, lighted by electric bulbs. They entered the stairs and the wall closed slowly behind them. Her heart beat even faster now because she realized that no one will find her here.
It was difficult for her to went down the stairs, they felt warm and slippery, her still numb soles slipped away various times and the men had to hold her grabbing her arms.
They reached a small room, she was able to see some trash bags lying in a corner, obviously filled well. One of the men removed her wrist cuffs and told her to strip. Slowly she moved her swollen and cold fingers to opens her blouse, soaked with sweat, took it off and also the under shirt that she wears in the cold season. Because of her small breats she hadn’t used bras during her youth and her husband has encouraged her to continue until now. She hesitated by trying to cover her topless breasts with her hands, but the abductor ordered her to move faster. She pulled down her jeans and her slip fastly, unable to take them off because of her still cuffed feet. Her arms were grabbed and she was cuffed on her wrists again behind her back, the cold metal bite in the bruised and swollen skin there. She winced because of the sudden pain, but didn’t make a noise. Then one of the men leaned forward and uncuffed her ankles. The pain was intense, the skin there hurting brutally. The man pulled her clothes from her legs, the ankles were cuffed tightly again. She was able to watch it, the bright shackles were pressed firmly together, with a click they seemed to close automatically. The men took a few steps back to admire their new prisoner: At forty-one years old, Maggie did not have the typical body of a 41-year-old American woman. She exercised daily. She watched what she ate. She didn't smoke or do any type of drugs and used a regular regimen of vitamins and supplements. At 169 cm, she weighed in at only 54 kilos. Despite having born a total of three children, she had no signs of stretch marks and had no c-section scars. Her belly was flat and tight, her small breasts sagged only a bit with age, her hard and long nipples erected even more hardly. He touched them, also the piercing that she wears there since she was a teenager. As a young girl, with 13, she placed small barbells there with the consent of her parents, then she fell in love with her husband, who was her first boyfriend. He liked the idea that a woman always should wear a piercing in her nipples, so she continued since more than 28 years. When she was pregnant the first time, they decided that she should wear rings, and her husband found a perfect par, with a segment close that couldn’t be opened accidentally when the baby was sucking at her nipples. So she was able to breastfeed her three children with the piercings placed. They only know her mother with ringed nipples because she never took them off. Her two daughters were convinced that is normal for a female to wear rings like this and asked her when they will be old enough get them, too. With the years, they decided to stretch the piercing holes, up to 4 mm in diameter. She was fascinated by the idea closing them permanently. Therefor he filled a strong glue in the openings of the rings, closed the segments and later filled the small spaces with a solder, heating and polishing the rings carefully. He was very successful, since 13 years the rings formed am permanent part of her body, shining bright on her dark tanned skin. Everyone who has seen her topless wondered about the seamless and smooth appearance of theses rings and the way how they would have been placed. She never told anything about it, it was her secret.
Being pinched intensely, her nipples even got more harder. Her smooth and shaved crotch, yet a little bit wet after the harsh bondage treatment, began to wet even more. The men seemed to note it, they touched her crotch and put their fingers in her pussy. She trembled and tried to free herself, but the guys grabbed her firmly and stimulated her more. She got really hot and her liquids gather in vagina more and more. When they retracted their fingers, her crotch started to leak, dripping like hell, her juice running down her legs. She was frightened, reacting like this in front of her brutal abductors. But this was just the way her husbands had treated her since she married him, twenty years ago: He was fascinated by her feet, elegant, slim and with long toes. So he told her to be barefoot as often as possible, a plea which she fulfilled him without any difficulties. He like to tie her up before making sex, stripping her slowly and cinching soft ropes tightly around her wrists and ankles, her hands behind her back. Often they stood side by side for a long time, kissing themselves, her eyes blinded with a scarf, her cotch fingered as intensely like the abductors did recently. After getting extremely wet, he penetrated her always in doggy style from behind, then they lie nude together side by side and in the first years her bonds were loosen before falling asleep, when the children still were small and they had to care about them. Later he asked her to stay tied up all the night, he added a ball gag and some ropes at her elbows and knees. The first time she was not able to fell asleep, being excited all the time, so he had to take her another time in the morning. But with the course of time she got used to it. Now she slept without a problem, tightly tied up in his arms.
One of her abductors grabbed an empty garbage bag, filled it with her clothes and threw it over the mountain of the other bags lying there. There must many other persons who has been treated like her, she thought. She was grabbed around her left bicep, and lead her away. Her body jerked forward and her bare feet slid another time on the stone floor They her another time to a wall, another secret mechanism was used to open a door, that revealed another stairway, dark and humid. The men used a torch to enlighten it, they went down and she noted the warm and musty air rising up.

To be continued….

I must confess to an interesting tryst today at Victoria's Secret looking for and trying on new bras. I knew I was looking for a demi, something that would bring my cleavage to the forefront. I had an older woman, I suspect the manager waiting on me. Things were rather slow at the time. She took her time measuring me and chit-chatting. She had brought two bras into the dressing room and didn't seem to want to leave so I took mine off so she could see my dark areola's and hard nipples....my areola's were very bumpy as well....like they were cold but I was hot hot. Those two bras didn't fit like I wanted them, so she left to bring back a few more.

While she was gone, I took the time to tease my nipples and tug on them....well she caught me at it when she returned. I looked at her and instead of blushing I smiled and told her, "yes I love touching them and having them touched." That seemed to perk her up some and I noticed her own nipples poking against her blouse thru her bra. I could see a hint of cleavage over the blouse, so I asked her if I could see her bra as it seemed to show her cleavage well. She unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her bra and tits to me and I quickly reached out to trace her cleavage. I asked about the bra, and she said it was one of the ones she just brought in, but in a different color. Her's was nude color, the one she brought me was red. She helped me into it, adjust my tits slightly and stood back to admire. Then I notice her tongue on her lips.

I asked her if there was something that she liked....and she smiled, nodding, "Yes they look good in this bra, but better outside of it." I took the hint and lifted them out....so the bra became a shelf for them. I took her hands and guided them to my tits and she moaned. I used my own hands to guide her around my tits and felt her grabbing my nipples and pinching.....then I whispered to her to please lick and suck.

She nodded and needed no further encouragement. My nipples were soon totally wet with her saliva...and I begged her to bite them....and she did. I was in heaven. Then I pushed her back and pulled her tits out to return the favor....but she stopped me saying she had to get back on the floor. I gave her my card and agreed to meet her tonight for a drink. I told her I would be braless and would like her to be as well. She smiled and said of course, I'll be away from work so no bra requirement.

I'm wet as the time for our meeting draws near. I will be leaving my panties at home too, wearing only thigh hi's under my skirt.

Mom is horny and wet.

I have a confession……..
It’s always been a fantasy of mine to watch my partner have sex with another woman but it’s been my naughty secret. The other thing is, I didn’t want him to know that I was watching…I wanted to watch him secretly or even catch him cheating on me and just watch. It’s always made me so horny thinking about the look on his face as he fucks another girl.
Well, my fantasy became reality last night. We went out to our usual wine bar for a few drinks and bumped into a friend’s daughter. She’s the prettiest 20 year old you can imagine, long dark hair, big sultry eyes and a figure to die for, which she was more than happy to show off in her skin tight mini dress. I could tell immediately that D was attracted to her, despite that she’s just a kid.
Well, I say kid, but the way she was shoving her huge tits toward him as they chatted, let me tell you, she knew exactly what she was doing! I realised that this may be the perfect opportunity for my fantasy to come true. I encouraged her to stay and talk to us, leaving them alone while I went to the bar to keep her topped up with wine…It was working….I could see D looking at her tight round ass when she turned away from him, see his hand stroke it gently…they were taking the bait!
Time to go home, so we offered our young friend a lift home in the taxi. I rushed ahead and got into the front seat ensuring that they sat in the back together. Quickly I pulled the visor down, to get a good view of them in the mirror. I pretended to close my eyes, as they both became quiet. Slowly, I saw D stretch out his hand to touch her knee, she looked a bit worried at first, but as his hand slid up under her shirt and onto her thigh, I saw her open her legs slightly. D kept on looking at me to make sure I was asleep, I could feel myself getting really horny watching what was taking place. D slid his hand further up her leg until he could feel her damp pussy through her tiny white knickers. He started to rub her clit slowly at first, but then faster as she opened her legs wider for him to get his fingers inside her. I watched him withdraw his fingers from her dripping pussy and suck the juices from them…It was such a turn on seeing that totally abandoned look on his face, I knew he had to fuck her!!
I invited her in for a nightcap, asking D to get the drinks as I made my excuses and ran upstairs to change. Quietly I came back down the stairs and stood watching through the slightly open door. They were in the kitchen, I watched as she sat up on the table, exposing those long tanned legs, D couldn’t keep his eyes off her…she looked so fucking sexy with her huge tits bursting out of her dress. I could see D’s cock swelling in his jeans and knew he was going to fuck her there and then.
He spread her legs roughly and pulled her knickers to the side exposing here pretty young pussy. He dropped to his knees and buried his face in her like a man possessed. She moaned and writhed onto his mouth as he tongued and sucked her wet clit, his fingers sliding in and out was almost too much for her. I was by now really turned on and started to wank myself off as I watched them fuck , it felt so good.
Our little friend must have remembered that I was only upstairs and urged D to fuck her before I came down and caught them. He undid his jeans and his huge, red throbbing cock sprang out in front of her….I swear I’ve never seen it so big!! I don’t think this young girl had seen anything this size either and she couldn’t resist sinking her juicy red lips onto it. I watched her lick and suck that cock as if she couldn’t get enough…D was groaning with pleasure as he groped and squeezed her tits at the same time. He was ready to cum, but he wanted to fuck her first. Quickly he bent her over the table, exposing that sexy ass…he’s an ass man, so he practically spunked over her there and then but hestood back to admire her sweet pussy and ass before shoving his throbbing prick inside her. She moaned so loudly, as he pounded his cock deep inside, which was lucky as I was moaning really hard myself as I rubbed my aching pussy to the point of an explosive orgasm.
The look on D’s face was exactly what I needed to get me there, he was lost, abandoned and loving fucking this pretty little pussy on my kitchen table. She was begging him now to make her cum, and as she screamed with pleasure I watched D take his swollen cock out of her dripping pussy and shoot his hot thick cum all over her ass.
By this time I was on my knees, trembling with pleasure at the scene in front of me, it took all my strength to creep back upstairs again. I sorted myself out and made some noise to let them know I was on my way down. I entered the lounge to find them sitting quietly having a drink, as if butter wouldn’t melt!! We chatted for a while and then she left, D and I then went to bed and had the best fuck ever that night….I’ve never let on that I know what happened, It’s my secret, but it never fails to make me cum every time I think about it.

part 2

so since my stepdad and i had our little moment there down in the washroom when he unexpectedly walked in on me when i was topless taking my stuff out of the dryer, i have been having some fun teasing him...sometimes even when my mom, who is clueless, is home. it's for sure that daddy-ken liked what he saw that day and that he is liking that i am doing this. and i confess, it's also for sure that i like that he likes checking me out. i like the attention. hence, i have been giving him chances to get in some peeks. i know it's naughty, but it's so fun. and it turns me on. it's like we have this naughty secret thing going on between us.

the other day i was tslking a walk with my friend jenn around this pond where we live and daddy-ken drove by and honked the horn and waved hi to us. jenn thinks he's cute and she has said things about him more than once. so she made a comment as he drove by. i was so tempted to tell her about what happened and our naughty game. but i didn't. i'm keeping this strictly between me and my secret admirer.

okay so a little example of our naughty game and why i like playing it with him and how my kinky brain works...the other night mom was upstairs in their room and daddy-ken and i are downstairs. we're on the couch and he's watching tv and i'm laying there at the opposite end listening to tunes on my iphone while i read about a homework assignment that i have to go do in a few minutes. i have on a long t and bikini panties. i feel like having some fun and i decide yes it's time he got a look below the waist. so i spread my legs and to get his attention i start singing softly out loud the song i'm listening to. i see him look over at me and i am making believe i don't see him checking me out, i just keep singing along and moving my legs back and forth in time with the music. i am loving that he is getting a really good look between my thighs, even if i have panties on. tease tease daddy-ken...like what you see? maybe one day you will get to see it without panties on. would you like that? i think we both would haha.

so then i go up to my room and do my homework. i hear him come upstairs after a bit and go into their bedroom and i pause from trying to memorize stupid dates about p********s. i think to myself...hmmm i wonder if i made him hard and now he is going to fuck mom while he thinks about reaching between my legs and pulling aside my panties to see my pussy. if i wanted to i could have gone and listened at their door to see if anything was going on in there. but i didn't. instead i reached down and went with that thought...daddy-ken's fingers doing their thing to my pussy. mmmmm

end of part 2

Her name was charlie. She was beautiful. Long Platinum blond hair that would come down to the top of her ass cheeks, that had a nice waving pattern to it. Her tits were mostly developed in-between an A an B. She was around 5 foot 2. She wore 3-5 inch heels to make her taller and her ass pop out. She wore the hottest fucking schoolgirl skirts that gave everyone in school a boner.

I was in 1 class with charlie and she was perfect. Not only was she fucking hott, she had a nice brain on her shoulder to match. I was 15, Charlie was a little older by couple months. Both going to a christian private school in Florida.

I'm an average guy and no way did I ever think I would get this girl to sleep with me. Why would she? She was popular, smart, hott as fuck. I was a loner, nerdy, and only the fatties would hit on me.

Instead of being a secret admirer/stalker, I would just not care about her when I was in school. I was in Geometry with her and sat a couple chairs behind her, in the back row. I would catch her flipping her hair and looking at me. (Thinking she was looking at someone behind me).

Then eventually we had a class project to work on and had assigned groups and I got assigned to her group, I didn't know what to think. Whether that was a good or bad thing. Should I act smart or should I not even help with the project.

Eventually the group all of a sudden asked where everyone lived, to meet-up and such. I lived the 2nd closest on the River. My parents are Uber-Rich. Then again they are the biggest douche's at the same time. Multi-Million dollar house with nothing cool in it at all. A fucking 20" CRT TV.

Anyway Charlie and the rest of the group came to my house and all of a sudden there mouths dropped. Charlie was like omfg how come you never told anyone you have a fucking mansion? I told her I didn't want to be popular because of money or my parents. I wanted to earn being popular, if that were the case. But I didn't care about being popular nor talking to most people at the school that don't think for themselves.

A couple weeks later after the BS spread of me being rich and loads of other Bullshit. All of a sudden everyone wanted to talk to me or hangout. I was like goddammit I don't care about any of you guys, suck my dick. Later on I just needed to vent so I called charlie (I got her # from the group # list). I told her that I didn't really like anyone and the only person I thought was different was her.

Instead of meeting at my house we went out to my brothers condo that was down on the beach, he was out-of-town and had giving me his key to his condo and told me I could bang bitches at his place if i needed too. My brother is ridiculously cool.

It was a School night, in the middle of the week on Wednesday. Around 6pm She came over. I just told her to meet me on the beach and we would hangout. I said "nothing" about my brothers condo. We hungout on the beach and talked shit. It wasn't tanning weather but it was warm. We went out on the pier and just walked around. Then as we watched the sunset together I told her that I think I really liked her more than anyone that Ive met in my life.

I kissed her and she kissed me back. We just kissed each other, no tongues. Just passionate non-french kissing. I stopped for awhile and just rubbed her back and hair while she was laying in my lap. The world was perfect and I was the happiest I have ever felt in my life at that moment. She told me that she was falling for me too and that she wouldnt mind dating me.

Then we went out to eat. I drove by myself (yes at 15 with a workers-permit) heh. It was just a POS caprice classic that was blue. I called it blue balls. I had the niggerish bass With a decent alpine head unit. Along with 4 polk audio 12's wired to 2 1500 watt amps, with an extra deep cycle trunk battery, that I all installed myself. I put some dynomat in the trunk and my license plate, I just hate bass that sounds like crushing a tin can.

Charlie loved it... It made her squeal. Which gave me a boner, just seeing how awesome this chick was.

Other than a POS 3,000 car with half the price of the car put in to audio equipment, I loved my car. It was reliable, fast, and comfortable. The front had a nice bench seat so my new Girlfriend could snuggle in next to me. Reality got put back into check with her smooth silky pure white hand on my bare leg. Her cute little glances at me and her perky little voice telling me about what she was in the mood for. I want some meat she said, I chuckled. I told her that it is a little soon for that. She laughed. And then smiled at me and said "that's what you think"

I decided on going to Longhorn's, I want a nice big juicy flo's fillet with a creamy potato and firecracker appetizer. I remember that night, going to your first dinner with a girlfriend. OMG was she hott. You remember that girl of "American Beauty" well take that blond girls body and give it some bigger tits and a even nicer ass and a super hott face.

Holy fuck did this make a boring Wednesday fucking awesome. Hot little 15yr old ass wiggling up next to me in our booth. I wanted to take in everything nice and slow, but yet also fuck the shit out of her just so I can feel her tight pussy without ever loosing it.

Anyway dinner was nice we finished up and I took her back to the beach for a nice little walk. She got dropped off by her older sister, so I didnt need to worry about her wanting to go home. I told her she better have a swimming suit in her bag, because we are going in the hot tub. She laughed and told me are you serious?

I told her we needed to do something unique and fun to celebrate us meeting each other. And a nice hot tub bath would be wonderful with her. I eventually talked her into it and she undressed into her bra and panties.

After a little making out, this time with tongue was hotter than ever. Her nipples got aroused which I could clearly see. She was sitting on my lap and I started getting hard. She told me that she thinks my little guy wants to play with her too, I lol'ed. I said "little" haha maybe one day you will see how "little" it is. She teased me and said I have a lot more work to do before that. Joking about how there needs to be at least 10 more dinners, she has to meet my parents. etc etc.

Anyway she said that she told her sister/parents she was out studying with her friends. So she could stay out all night and just come to school with me in the morning. Little did she know about my Bro's apartment. Anyway I asked her if she wanted to stay on the beach with me all night.

Then I was like follow me, I have a cool little place I go too. She followed me to the door of the condo and I opened it. She was like OMFG r u serious??? Why didnt you tell me about this shit before. I'm like suprise haha. Anyway My brother has a pretty kick-ass projector and a bad-ass gsxr 1000 he keeps in his living room. He does some motoprix racing and works on cars, etc. His condo was probably 1200-1400 a month. So it was pretty bad ass.

She ran around looking at the bedroom and kitchen and the view from the balcony. She was like damnnnn this is your brothers place. Im like yeah he is cool, he is out of town so its all to ourselves for the week. She was telling me about how we should skip school. Even though she was getting all A's and so was I. Then we both realized we had a exam in geography on thurs anyway.

I planned out the rest of the night/day with her. Told her that I would take her to school and we would both ace the exam. I asked her if we should go to lunch together or just act like a couple in general, or did she want to keep it a secret? Anyway she told me she should eat with her friends and definitely sit behind her in geography.

Anyway I told her we could watch a movie. We ended up watching scary movie 3. Then just fooling around on the sofa. This time I got some boob rubbing, tongue in mouth action. YEAH!!

I made her some popcorn and a white russian 1/4 of the way through the movie. Then our interest was not on the movie so i turned it off. We sat in pitch black on the sofa making out and feeling her up. I started getting really hard. I took off her clothes down to just her panties. I was fully naked now. She didnt realize I was naked until she went to feel my leg and grazed my dick. She felt it and was like omg your naked? What R U doing? I told her tonight was perfect. She was like I don't want to have sex with you yet.

I was in control. I went down and smelled her warm shaved pussy. God was it good. I started teasing her inner thighs and pussy lips with my tongue, clearly avoiding her clit. Then all of a sudden she blurts " I'm a virgin"

Shit, I was like I thought you had been with other guys before. She said that she planned on me being her first and now she having her doubts because of me rushing into it. I told her to SHUT THE FUCK UP. I'M A VIRGIN TOO ITS NOT A BIG DEAL. At this point I had 2 fingers deep in her pussy, she didnt have a hymen though. Must have broken it horseback riding or something.

I told her to SUCK MY COCK NOW!! get me wet so it doesn't hurt you. I told her that I'm loosing my VIRGINITY too you KNOW!. I can't wait any longer. I'm sorry BUT I HAVE TOO.

She pleaded with me to stop, PLEASE STOP I'M NOT READY. WHAT HAPPENS IF I GET PREGNANT, IM NOT ON BIRTH CONTROL. DO YOU HAVE ANY CONDOMS?

I told her so what if she gets pregnant. I dont plan on you getting pregnant, but CONDOMS R GOING TO HURT YOU MORE!. THEN I RAMMED THE TIP OF MY DICK INSIDE HER SWEET PUSSY.

CHARLIE yelped OMG NO, IT HURTS TOO BAD. YOUR NOT MY BF ANYMORE WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?

I told her to shut up and it would start feeling good. I guess she did have a hymen because there was blood dripping out of her pussy mixed with alot of her juices. She was so fucking tight. Even being fully hard and just the tip inside she was squirming and squeezing so tight that my dick was literally being squeezed out of her pussy. We fucked for about 10 mins.

She told me this was rape because she didnt want it. I convinced her this is how people have sex the 1st time. It feels really bad for the woman, then you start to like it. I told her she just needs to wait. Your in pain right now and not thinking straight. O BTW i blew my load on her chest/tits. Not in her mouth. I figured she would flip shit from that.

Anyway I knew in the back of my mind that this was RAPE, wasn't it? She clearly told me NO and SCREAMED against it. I still continued to fuck her.

Then a couple hours of no talking, just sobbing and telling me how could I ruin this perfect relationship, how everything could have gone slow and been sexy. I told her that I didnt want to ever loose her and I did want to be her 1st no matter what. Equally wanting her to be my 1st.

We slept together, I told her she shouldnt leave and I didnt want to hurt her or loose her. I told her I HAD to do it. She eventually went to sleep sobbing, mascara dripping down her face like melted wax coming down a candle. Guilt started to sink in and I started to feel bad.

I figured she is just going to leave me and report this to the police and then my parents will disown me and i'll go to jail.

Then about 4am she woke up and told me she had the nicest dream she had ever had before. She told me how she envisioned marrying me and having kids with me. She told me that maybe we should start slow again and keep this our secret. I agreed and we just made out the rest of the night. I told her that I truly had big feelings for her. and I was an asshole for forcing sex on her etc.

If she never had that dream, would I be in jail right now?

Anyway I'm 21 now, me and Charlie have been married since we were 18. We got married on the beach the same spot we kissed for the 1st time. She got pregnant when she was 19 and now I have a sexy little baby girl that's 2yrs old right now.

She looks like she is going to take after her mom way too much. Lately Ive just been thinking about how wonderful it is going to be watching my daughter grow up and turn sexy just like my wife. My wife is still hott and everything but I can't wait tell theres 2 of them wiggling there ass in front of me while I come home from work and sit down to the TV.

I just can't get this day out of my head. Neither can I get rid of thoughts for my wife when she was a sexy 15yr old. or just sexy 15yr olds in general. God I wish I could re-live every moment of that day.

Just FYI, her pussy is not nearly as tight as it was and her sex drive has gone down tenfold.

I know I'm fucked up in the head. But I hope one day I can re-live this moment with my own 15yr old daughter, when she grows up.

Any Fathers out there that have the same thoughts I do?

I'm sorry about not having any pictures up. I know your going to probably tell me im full of shit and BS. But honestly 100% no lies. I may not remember exactly everything from that day. It may/ or may not have been rape. But please dont spam BS when every word of it is true.

But Did I rape my wife??? Sometimes when I have sex with my wife I tell her about our first time having sex and how wet she got and how I loved her virgin pussy (just to get her more aroused)and Sometimes she likes it.... Other time's she just starts to cry? WTF is with this shit? It's almost 50/50 to make her more aroused or to start crying.... Is it not good to bring up/ does that mean she still feels hurt by it, im guesssing?

Anyway my wife and I got a nice sony DSLR and camcorder, to record our daughters memories. Im sure i'll post some good pics of her while she grows up. May have to blur the face out though. (privacy concerns)

Hope Charlie never finds out about my daughter fetish. Or maybe she would understand me. I don't know how that would play out.

whats the ideal age of girls that you like pictures of? I like 10 and above myself
Definitely love those stickam vids of preteens bating.... mmmmm

This is my 1st post- I'm fairly new to this site. only have been checking out vids/pics for a week now. I only can do it at night while the wife is sleeping.

anyway i have about 50 Gigs of recorded stickam vids myself and can't wait to share with you

-blue balls