My girlfriend is 25. She has two older sisters, one is 42. A blonde milf. My gf’s niece left her iPad at our house and I was returning it today. Long story short I was tweaking bad and somehow I was appealing to her sister. She sucked me, I fucked her pussy for a minute but I had popped a meth capsule before I went to her house and it kicked in as I was fucking her. I rolled her over and fucked her ass so deep. I came more than I’ve ever cum before. I came in her ass twice I was so high. We both passed it off like that was great but gotta go. I picked my girlfriend up from work and she just sucked my dick on the way home. I haven’t showered, she didn’t notice. I fucked her sister’s ass good, too. I had shit dick when I pulled out. She gagged when I came tho and I almost wrecked. Best day of my life.

Anyone using Lauren :) 19 years old waiting to get her ass wrecked by old men

The mall was a shithole, its flickering fluorescent lights buzzing like a dying wasp nest. Alex, 19, fresh off volleyball practice, strutted into the Victoria’s Secret PINK section like she was daring the world to fuck with her. Her father, Greg, trailed behind, cursing under his breath. He’d lost a stupid-ass bet—naming every goddamn Pixies song—and now he was stuck in this neon-lit cesspool of lace and cotton, his boots scuffing the grimy linoleum.Alex had just showered at the gym, her skin still slick, her hair dripping with that cheap coconut body wash that smelled like a tropical dumpster. But the shower didn’t scrub away the raw, feral energy of the court—her eyes fucking burned with it, sharp as broken glass. She zeroed in on a rack of PINK thongs, snatching a pair so goddamn skimpy they looked like they’d disintegrate if you breathed on them: hot pink, strings thinner than dental floss, with a cotton gusset that was more of a suggestion than actual fabric. “These,” she snarled, tossing them at the cashier, some dead-eyed hag who rang them up like she was already half-buried.Back home, Alex vanished into her room, the door slamming like a fucking sledgehammer. Greg collapsed onto the couch, the TV spitting static, the air in the house thick as shit, like something was breathing down his neck. He tried to shake off the mall’s sickly glow, but it stuck to him like sweat.Hours later, Alex sauntered out, her volleyball spandex shorts clinging to her thighs—black, glossy, so fucking tight they were basically see-through, the hot pink thong’s outline taunting him through the sheer fabric. She flicked something onto the living room floor: the PINK thong, crumpled, soaking wet, its strings frayed like they’d been chewed up by something alive. The cotton gusset was stained dark with sweat and grime, smeared with a yellowish muck that made Greg’s stomach lurch. The smell hit him like a punch to the face—musky, primal, a fucked-up mix of coconut body wash, volleyball court sweat, and something darker, like wet earth mixed with sweet, rotting fruit. It wasn’t just dirty; it was alive, burrowing into his lungs, making his head spin like he’d snorted something bad.Alex leaned against the doorway, her spandex shorts glinting under the flickering lights, the pink thong’s outline mocking him. Her lips curled into a smirk that screamed fuck you, her eyes glinting with something too goddamn sharp. “They’re fucking wrecked,” she said, her voice low, like she was laughing at the universe. “Practice was a bitch. Gonna need more.”Greg’s jaw clenched. “Alex, what the fuck? And where’s your goddamn homework? You think you can just skip that shit and leave your nasty-ass laundry everywhere?” His voice cracked, but his eyes were glued to the thong. The frayed strings twitched, the smell growing thicker, sweeter, pulling at something sick and wrong inside him. He wanted to scream, to throw the fucking thing out, but his body wouldn’t listen, his breath hitching as the scent clawed into him.She didn’t answer, just stood there, smirking, her see-through spandex shorts a fucking taunt. The room felt like a furnace, the walls sweating, the air pulsing with that smell—coconut, sweat, and something that wasn’t fucking human. Greg’s hands shook as he grabbed the thong off the floor, the strings slick and frayed, the gusset heavy with that rotten, intoxicating scent. He couldn’t stop himself. He brought it to his face, the smell flooding his senses—musky, sweet, metallic, like a fever dream you can’t wake up from. His mind screamed what the fuck are you doing?, but his body didn’t care.Then, rage kicked in. Alex’s smug-ass smirk, her skipped homework, the way she stood there like she fucking owned him—it was too much. He spat on the thong, a thick glob hitting the stained gusset, mixing with the wet grime. He tossed it back to the floor, cursing under his breath, thinking she hadn’t seen. But the smell didn’t fade; it got stronger, mocking him, curling around him like a noose. Alex turned and walked away, her spandex shorts glinting, leaving the thong there like a fucking landmine.The next day, Alex wore the same goddamn thong. Greg didn’t know how she didn’t notice the spit, the grime, the way it was falling apart. She strutted around in those see-through spandex shorts, the pink thong’s outline glaring through the fabric, wet and clinging like it was part of her skin. She went to volleyball practice, came back, and tossed another ruined thong on the floor—always wet, always stained, always reeking of that same sickening smell: coconut, sweat, and that sweet, decayed earthiness that made Greg’s head swim. Her smirk never faltered, her eyes glinting like she knew something he didn’t.It became a fucking ritual. Every day, Alex would shower, pull on those see-through spandex shorts, and leave a new PINK thong on the floor—wet, frayed, the strings curling like they were alive, the gusset soaked with sweat and grime. And every day, Greg would pick them up, cursing her for skipping her homework, for being such a reckless fucking mess. But he couldn’t stop himself. He’d sniff them, the smell hitting him like a musky, sweet, metallic, rotting, alive—pulling him deeper into something he couldn’t name. He’d spit on them sometimes, furious at her, at himself, but the thongs kept coming, always wet, always reeking, always there.One night, Greg stood over the latest thong, his hands shaking, the smell so thick it felt like it was choking him. Alex stood in the doorway, her spandex shorts glinting, the pink thong’s outline a fucking curse through the sheer fabric. “You’re so fucking pathetic,” she whispered, her voice echoing in his skull, layered with something that wasn’t her. The room tilted, the walls dripping, the thong’s strings writhing on the floor. “Keep sniffing, Dad. You’re already fucked

Thoughts on Hannah’s ass? Think her asshole needs wrecked?

A gamer friend of mine called me up, he wanted me to go with him to do some live action roleplaying for Halloween. I told him I wasn’t interested, that I was just going to chill at home with my wife. Wife told me to go with him and that she was going to chill with her girlfriend anyway (she’s bisexual). I shrugged. No big deal, it was a pretty boring Halloween so far.
I arrived at my friend’s house and followed him to some rented out warehouse.
“We’re playing Vampire the Masquerade, there are a lot of sexy women here bro, so if I disappear I’m nailing one of them,” he said with a smirk. This peaked my interest, and rightly so. I would come to find out that geeks are more open (or perhaps desperate) for sex than your average person at a bar. It was surreal.
My friend helped me make my character sheet. I had reservations about this, it seemed very silly and immature for a guy of my age to be doing.
“Remember, you’re Bruja – the Anarchist Vampire class,” and he rambled off a bunch of shit that I can’t even fucking remember. Red wine was prevalent. There was a $15 fee to enter but you got a plastic goblet and as much red wine as you wanted. I looked around, women in tight black corsets with milky white cleavage, black lipstick – some fat, some skinny, some voluptuous – all sexy as fuck.
I was dressed all in black, hair slicked back – and had a full goblet of wine. The wine was pretty sweet, I liked it. If I didn’t watch myself I could easily get hammered.
My friend knew people at this event, so he decided to flutter off and do his own thing leaving me to pretty much stand there and do nothing. I didn’t even know where he went off too.
I felt really fucking stupid.
“What do we have here,” a skinny guy said, eyeing me, “a piece of shit bruja out of his cage? Well? Speak when spoken to zealot!”
On his side he was flanked by two very sexy women. One was completely dressed in a black flowing dress while the other wore a red and black corset; a black miniskirt and thigh high fuck me boots. Damn.
“My apologies, I’m new around here. A friend left me to wander around and I can’t seem to find him.”
Well, that was the end of my short life as a vampire it seems. This guy was some super powerful ‘elitist vampire’ and knew I was a total newbie at the game and decided to kill me for experience points. Something I found really funny was the “rock paper scissors” game that determined if you hit the other person or not. Anyway, I lost and I was slaughtered. The girl in the miniskirt frowned, shook her head and then winked at me.
“Out of character: You can create another character,” the guy said as he walked off with the two hot ladies.
I did, I created a new character - but I decided to fill my goblet again and just sit down and do some people watching. A few people wandered up to me and talked to me.
One thing they would say if they wanted to talk normal to you is “Out of character before saying what they had to.”
Across the warehouse I notice a woman pull a tit out and a guy sink his fake vampire teeth into it. Interesting. Two vampire ladies were holding each other close romantically and kissed.
I looked down into my goblet of wine, thinking how much of an asshole my friend was for ditching me.
“Out of character: Are you still dead or did you create a new character?” I heard a soft woman’s voice say.
I looked up, it was the hot woman with the red corset. She had short black hair, pale white skin with dark red lipstick. Her tits were popping out of the corset with a passion, it was definitely too small for her. She was stunning. Her eyes were a cold blue, fake contacts but hot as hell. She smiled at me, showing me her damn near authentic looking fangs.
“Out of character: I made a new character, damn those fangs look real!” I said, blushing a bit because she obviously caught me checking her body out.
“I’m a oral hygienist, I work at a dentist’s office and crafted them myself! A lot of people here get me to make them for them, I charge from $300 to $500 depending on what people want done,” she said looking into my eyes. Then she added, “they’re sharp enough to actually work too. Glad you made a new character, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to play with you!” She laughed.
“Name is Megan,” she said smiling and shook my hand. I told her my name too.
She flicked one of the teeth with her pierced tongue. I wondered what she wanted from me.
She grabbed my hand, “let’s play.”
We walked around for a few hours, she introduced me to different people. My friend was nowhere in sight so I asked Megan about him.
“He’s probably involved in the blood orgy,” she said, “he usually is. I don’t like that aspect of it. I’m kinda shy and like my fucking to be a bit more personal, one on one… you know?” This is when she turned and looked directly into my eyes, it was a ‘fuck the shit out of me’ look and there was no denying it.
What in the actual fuck did I stumble into here? A LARP swingers group??
Her cobalt blue eyes pierced my soul as she looked at me. Holy shit, she wanted me to kiss her. My heart was beating insanely. My mouth met hers, our tongues intertwined. Instinctively I reached for one of her breasts, so soft and perfect. She moaned. She grabbed my hand and led me to ‘her lair’ which was a room (an old office?) that didn’t have any windows and a door that could be locked. She shut the door and lit a candle. Her hands fumbled to unbutton my pants; she pulled my pants and my underwear down and was immediately on her knees taking my dick inside her mouth. The teeth were sharp as fuck. Not going to lie, it hurt.
At that moment, guilt set in but not for me – just because I thought she needed to know that I couldn’t date her because I was a married man. Her mouth moved up and down my shaft, those teeth lightly grazing my cock, she’d bite down a bit sometimes.
“Out of character: I’m married,” I said as I gasped.
She stopped sucking on me, “Same. Here, in this world – you’re dead as am I, relax and let the world of the living slip away.” She gripped my cock and started sucking the tip, and flicked her piercing on the head. I wanted to bust a nut all over her pretty face, but I held off. My hands fingered through her silky black hair, I pulled her up to meet my lips once again. My hand went under her skirt, pushing the thong she wore to one side and I plunged a finger into her wet pussy. She moaned and bit my neck. That would leave a mark. I gripped her breast with my other hand and pulled it out of her corset. She undid her corset and let it fall to the ground, she slid out of her skirt and thong. She was naked all but the fuck me boots, her body was that of a goddess. Perfectly proportioned, I’ve never met a woman that I’ve fucked in real life that measured up to how perfect this woman was. She had a little tuff of black hair above her pussy, her skin was so milky white – it wasn’t makeup, Megan actually didn’t get a lot of sunlight.
She laid down on the ground and spread her legs, inviting me in. I mounted her missionary as she wrapped her legs around my back. Each and every thrust I felt her moving in synch with me, perfect rhythm and timing. Her soft tits were giggling with each thrust as my saliva dripped into her mouth with each kiss and lick. She grabbed me by the neck and pushed me to the side and mounted me. Her tits bounced up and down on my chest. I grabbed her beautiful round ass cheeks and spanked her as she moaned, riding my stiff cock. I grabbed at her full breasts and sucked on her rock hard nipples. I could feel her wetness dripping out of her pussy down my balls. She rode me for a good 20 minutes and suddenly started shaking, bucking and convulsing with one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever witnessed. She screamed with pleasure.
“Holy fuck,” she said, nearly breathless. Megan started bucking on my cock again, “your turn.”
She leaned down and kissed me with her soft red lips, then bit my neck again. I could feel her fake porcelain teeth puncturing my skin and I moaned. Her sharp blood red nails dug into my sides as she tried to hold me even closer. She felt how hard my cock was, and knew I was about to explode.
She looked into my eyes, “it’s okay,” she whispered, “I want your energy inside me,” and that did it for me… WAIT… ENERGY?!? I literally began to ejaculate load after load inside her as she bucked and fucked my cock like a pro. My stiff cock jumped inside her, hot pulsating shots of cum spraying deeper and deeper within her vaginal cavity. I let out a guttural grunt and moan with each and every ejaculation. Her pussy gripped me, like it knew exactly how to make me feel, like it knew how to keep my cock spraying cum for an eternity. I couldn’t stop cumming. Even when she dismounted me, my cock was jumping and cum was still dripping out of it. I can’t remember cumming so hard, ever. Who was this chick??
I felt her mouth take my cock, she cleaned me off. Megan rested her head on my chest.
“I’m in an open marriage in the land of the living,” I said, my body trying to get me to shut down and sleep.
“I’m not, I’m married to an asshole cop who is a drunk,” she whispered, “he fucks other women I’m sure of it.”
“My wife has a girlfriend, she says I can have one too. I mean, I know we just met and we just had sex…”
“I’ll give you my email address, not my phone number. God help you if we fall in love. I’d be that home wrecking bitch all you bastards are afraid of,” she said laughing.
“I won’t leave my wife, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you at all.”
We got dressed. We were only fucking for about an hour and people were still about. Megan showed me where the ‘blood orgy’ was taking place, and sure enough there was my friend – passed out with two naked women next to him. I laughed.
Megan looked at me, “what’s so funny?”
“Who would have thought that going to a roleplaying game on Halloween would end in getting laid and witnessing an orgy. You guys know how to party that is for sure.”
I kissed Megan goodnight, she held me tight and told me she didn’t want to let me go. I left my friend Kevin behind to sleep between to naked ladies. What an evening.
I got home and my wife was waiting up for me, “damn, you had fun!“ she said laughing and looking at my neck. “They think they’re real fucking vampires or something?”
“Maybe, but there sure was some real fucking going on,” I said. My wife smelled me, she could smell Megan’s perfume. She reached down the front of my pants and felt my cock, still damp from fucking and smelled her fingers, then licked them “I’d eat her out, she tastes nice,” my wife said kissing me on the lips.
“Yeah, it turns out – geeks have fun after all…”
I really want to date Megan. I don’t have a girlfriend, but Megan… oh Megan, I want more of her.
Not only did I get laid, but there was lesbians and everything under the sun going on at this event. It sparked my intrigue. Best. Halloween. Ever.

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I am a married white male, 35 years old. I live in Western illinois, near quincy, and I like to cheat on my wife with men. I prefer black guys, and am absolutely submissive when it comes to them. I've let them do some pretty nasty humiliating things to me. I let them spit on me, hit me, choke me, I suck them clean every time they pull out if my ass, I've drank their piss, had this piss deep in my ass, sucked their nasty toes clean and licked their ashy feet until they shone. I let one shove my head down in a porta-potty toilet bowl while he fucked me. It was the most uncomfortable disgusting thing I've ever done and I came while he was wrecking my insides. I live when they call me a stupid worthless sissy bitch, love when they crack me in the ribs with every pump.
The white guys I've been with I just don't feel as submissive towards. I feel more dominant with them, like I should be the top instead of bottoming.
If there's any black guys in the quincy area that need an attentive fuck buddy that's happily married so will never ask you for more than that dick, hit me up.

My second year of junior college, my friends were living in a rental duplex in the neighborhood most of us grew up in. It was like 3 bedrooms and we crammed 9 guys in there. It was worse when the other guys were in relationships too because I was never comfortable lying in bed, trying to sleep, while some hottie bit her lip trying not to moan as she got finger banged. Sometimes I’d walk in and just them making out would make me turn around, get in the car, and go for a long drive.

That was when I got in an accident.

I don’t remember any of it. The other driver had T-boned me after, according to him, I ran a red light. But I was the slow, patient driver that braked on yellow. And he had five wrecks. Insurance did most of the work and there was one witness who said the other guy was speeding and that alone made him responsible and I didn’t have to pay.

But I also didn’t have a car for a few months while the court case was being fought. My insurance didn’t get me a rental either. Thanks, Obama.

Only one other guy had a car in the house and we couldn’t all fit so…

My mom drove us.

She lived just four blocks away and she was a cool, stay-at-home mom. Most of the guys knew her since elementary school when she chaperoned field trips and when we got to hanging out in high school, she’d never bust us for sneaking a few drinks during poker games in the basement. That first she came down for frozen pizzas, we freeze, waiting for trouble, yelling, a lecture, a look, anything. But she never mentioned it. By senior year, we didn’t even pretend to hide our Solo cups. And the guys liked her, joking the way guys do about my hot mom, her fake tits (no proof of that!), and how she’d get dressed up for giving us a ride to school while we were in ripped jeans and faded T-shirts. She wanted it, they were sure, and sometimes they’d flirt, “Looking nice, Mrs. Stevens. New perfume?”

But there’s still something about being in college, on crutches, and having my mom drop me off at school that I couldn’t get over. The car rides were quiet.

She had a mini-van and the guys in back would whisper and giggle and I’d hear, “Would you rather…” then a bunch of text alerts and my phone would vibrate and I’d look and it’d be like two photos of porn stars covered in jizz that I’d avert from my mom’s view.

Everyone would respond to the group text and if I didn’t, I’d get ragged on so I’d pick.

On our drive home from class, this kid Blake sent one that made me turn around and go, “Really?!”
He’d sent, “For half a million dollars, would you rather get fucked in the ass or in the mouth? Both to completion. Like inside.”

Everyone had pretty much the same reaction, calling him gay, refusing to answer. He swore that was the game, two awful choices and you had to pick one.

“What’d this one say?” My mom asked. She was smart enough to know the game they were playing.

“Forget it,” I said. The drive was slow. A lot of crosswalks with students that never paused.

“I want to play. It seems like you’re all having fun.”

“They like it because it makes me uncomfortable. Assholes.”

“Let her play!” all the guys chimed in.

“So would you rather…” She paused to think, tapping on the steering wheel. “Asparagus or broccoli?”

The guys all laughed.

“That’s not really the game,” I said.

“I’m just warming up! And it’s practical. I thought I’d make you boys something with vitamins. Keep you fitting into clothes and looking good.”

“It’s got to be two tough choices,” I said.

“This wasn’t a game when I was a kid,” she told us.

“It’s got to be something awful or sexual or maybe two options so good that it’s tough to choose either,” Gabe said.

“It’s not really something I want to play with my mom.”

“Give me an example. What’d Blake ask?”

There was a silence at a light as everyone looked around at who’d man up and say it.

“Anal or oral,” Blake said.

The light turned green in the silence and the car revved up. “Both,” she said.

“Oh god,” I groaned.

The boys cheered like mad. “Yeah, Mrs. Stevens!”

“What? They’re both fun if you’re in the mood.”

“Kill me,” I muttered. She smacked my leg playfully.

“Blake asked that?” she said, looking in the rearview. Blake was in the middle of the bench seat in back between Tommy and Michael. “All right, then Blake, would you rather jerk off Tommy or Michael?”

The two guys in the pilot seats, Gabe and Louis, turned and laughed and high-fived as Blake just shook his head and Tommy and Michael looked out the window, inching away from Blake.

“I answered yours! Let’s hear yours? Or you going to say ‘Both’ too?” She was a devil of a woman.

“I don’t know… Michael looks like a virgin so he’d probably finish quickest.”

There was a chorus of “Ew!” “Gay.” “Gross, dude.” And Michael was adamant he’d made it with like twenty girls last week.

“Sure, Mike,” Mom said, giggling, teasing.

“All right, all right. Um…” He was desperate to get her back, but all of this was really just an attack on me. “Who would you rather?”

“Between Mike and Tommy?”

“Between all of us.”

She thought about it as she turned “I thought these were supposed to be tough choices.”

I wasn’t sure where we were. It was a cornfield, which were common around her, but usually just on one side. We were surrounded and the only buildings in front were grain silos and farm houses and there wasn’t any traffic coming our way or tailing us.

“Do you have a choice?” Mike asked.

She pulled over into a shaded spot. “The only tough part about this is having to choose at all.”

“Whoa, hold on,” I said.

Mom undid her seatbelt and as it went up, so did her sundress letting her bare, bouncing breasts hang out. I’ll never forget her tan marks.
She got in back before the guys knew what to do and she was on her knees between Gabe and Louis and one hand was fumbling with both zippers. “One of you better get up here and fill my mouth.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve done the math. There’s enough room for everyone in every hole and every hand.”

“Mrs. Stevens,” Michael said, unsure. But Blake undid his pants and stepped up and slid his uncircumcised cock in her mouth, putting his hands on her head. She went down deep on him then came off, licking his shaft to his tip.

She’d gotten Gabe’s and Louis’s pants undone and told them to take them off. “Who wants which hole? We got a pussy and an ass that needs filling and Blake can’t do it all himself.”

“I’ll take pussy,” Louis said, trembling.

“So Gabe gets the ass. Don’t worry about hurting me. John,” she said to me licking up Blake’s shaft again. “Open the glove compartment and get Gabe some lube. Always use lube boys. A lot of it.”

I couldn’t. I was frozen.

My mom, topless and in a thong and strappy heels, bent over my friend’s cock with four others out, ready to get stroked, sucked, and fucked. I couldn’t aid this. But I couldn’t leave either.

“John!” she snapped. But she was impatient for her fucking and got up to shuffle on her knees to the glove box for her lube. KY.

“Okay, boys,” she said. “Some rules first. No telling anyone about it, but you should all be taking videos and photos. You’re not in charge. I am. You stop when I say, not after, definitely not before. All those cocks are going to get drained. When you need to finish, on my face, chest, ass, stomach, hands, wherever, but not inside me. On me. And please, call me ‘Mom.’”

She adjusted the rearview so I could see, if I wanted. I peeked. Then watched. Getting aroused. Wanting it too. Wanting her to be anyone else’s mom or my stepmom or a stranger. But she wasn’t. She was my mom. And I watched my friends fuck fill both holes, her mouth. She jerked them slowly, then quickly, asking them if they wanted to cum, then stopping to edge a bigger cumshot out of them. She switched people at will. There was a lot of bumping around and at one point she was getting railed by just Blake in the ass and she was right by me and she kept looking up, smiling at me, licking her lips.

The guys would shoot cum on her face and it’d drip off as they kept fucking her. When they had finished once, she made them keep going. I think each finished three times and she tried milking more out. She was dripping. And smiling.

“Okay, let’s all get out so we can get dressed more easily.”

The boys all filed out of the van, listening to her. But she slid the door closed.

“It’s our turn, baby,” she said and kissed me with cummy lips. “I saw you watching. I know you wanted a turn. Well now I’m all yours.”

The windows were tinted and the guys couldn’t see what was happening but they tried to open the doors and peek in but since the car was off, they knew they weren’t stranded at least.

Meanwhile, Mom led me to the back where she sat on me, kissing me, letting their cum drip off her face, pressing her jizzed on breasts against my bare chest. It was gross…but I liked it.
She pulled my cock out and slowly gyrated her hips as she slid it inside her. She was in complete control.

And I loved it.

She went slow at first. It was my first time, whether she knew or not, and she treated me lovingly, kissing me as she sank onto me. Asking if I liked it like this. Asking me if I was ready for more? For faster? For harder?

“Yes,” I moaned.

“I love you,” she said.

And she didn’t stop until I finished inside her.

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When she let them back in the car, Blake wanted more but she was cleaned up, clothed, and not in the mood. He tried to force it but I sat him down. It was a quiet ride home. Mom stole glances at me, little smiles. I had them too.

Then she pulled up to our house. Our other roommates were out so we all went inside and mom got started on cooking us broccoli and fried rice and a good home-cooked meal.
And for dessert, Blake had to watch the rest of us and her and he never got that special by himself moment with Mom like I did.

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Ever since I started jacking off and having sexual fantasies I’ve always been turned on by women serving men and them being submissive. The fantasy that always turned me on the most was having a sex slave that I could use freely in anyway I please without disobedience. 
My wife is a people pleaser and submissive by nature, she comes from a conservative Christian family and was always taught to obey and never had an interest in sex. It worked out well, it’s like she was raised to be my toy. With some training she has accepted and is happy to serve me and do what I what I want when I want.
i wouldn’t call what we do sex, it’s more like I just use her holes, when we wake up I either have her suck me off or turn over so I can fuck her in the front or back, usually it’s the front hole because I’m nice like that. 
when I get home from work she goes up stairs and gets naked for me. This is the time when I usually use her hard, I fuck her asshole, squeeze her tits, fist her, etc. I’ve spent years stretching her front hole, it’s so wrecked that she permanently gapes and has started to prolapse. She says it’s uncomfortable to have my cock inside her now. But she doesn’t mind because it makes me happy and it’s what she’s good for. She really is useless for much of anything else. 
I fuck her asshole at least 3x a week, in the past I fucked her up the ass daily, used inflatable plugs in her ass, nearly fisted it, to the point of mild prolapse, you could see the rosebud. 
Some of my favorite training methods were to use her as my urinal, anytime I needed to piss I would call her over and have her get on her knees, she was told to hold my cock in her mouth and swallow every drop of piss. For a month she drank piss multiple times a day while also getting fucked up the ass daily and used for hours. 
Now we have a stable routine that has her taking 2-3 loads a day every day. 

obedience is liberating. Submission is required. 

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I must confess, I am an asshole. I grew up as a morbidly obese kid, and as a result had no success with girls. I finally decided enough was enough, and after a year of Atkins, I was slim and brimming with new found confidence. And a desire to repay women for years of rejection. This will be a bit long, but I figure the background will offer a better connection to what happened.

I first met Kayla when I was 16 and she was 13. My parents, along with their car club, including Kayla's grandparents, went out of town for a weekend of river boating and to attend a classic car show. We were the only kids along for the trip, so we pretty much had to rely on each other for entertainment, which wasn't too bad considering she was really cute. After 2 days of swimming, wrestling, and staying up late together, it was time to head home. Kayla's grandparents offered me a ride back so that Kayla and I could keep each other company on the long ride home, and I eagerly accepted. For whatever reason, I was nervous and things were ridiculously awkward on the way back. I ended up spending nearly the whole trip staring out the window, wishing I had the balls to make some kind of a move. Finally, as we were nearing the end of the trip, I had enough of my bleeding vagina, reached over and grabbed Kayla's hand, and leaned in and kissed her, with her grandparents mere inches away in the front seat. She looked at me, shocked, and a few minutes later we pulled into my drive way. As I was getting out of the car, Kayla's grandmother mentioned that her and Kayla were going on a church white water rafting trip the following weekend, and invited me along. Sensing opportunity, I smiled at Kayla and told her grandmother that I'd love to come.

Now I won't titillate you too much and offer you guys some false hope that I ended up mounting Kayla on top of the church groups cross. The first night out, we found a quiet spot and she asked me why I had kissed her. I simply told her that I thought she was cute and liked her, which apparently is like Kryptonite to 13 year old girls, since we spent the next 4-5 hours making out. We got back to where my tent was later that night, but she told me she wasn't ready to go any further, and I didn't press the issue.

The next few weeks we called each other constantly and emailed, and went on a few dates. Unfortunately, her mother found out about our relationship and, being the frigid, bible-thumping bitch she was, forbid Kayla from seeing me anymore. I graduated a year later, and moved out of state, moving on with my life.

Fast forward a few years to when I was 22. I had just moved to a new state, where my parents were now living, and was staying with them until I could find some roommates I trusted in the area. A few months into living with my parents again, my mom told me that Kayla's grandmother was coming to visit for the weekend...and guess what? She was bringing Kayla along. I felt as if I had a chance for redemption. I was going to get a second chance.

The morning that Kayla and her grandmother flew in, I had to work until late afternoon. I rushed home from work, and met my mom in the kitchen, where she told me I should go change and get in the pool, as Kayla, her grandmother, and my step dad were swimming out back. Changing quickly, I hurried to the back gate and was greeted by what I can only describe as the most perfect 'Fast Times at Ridgemont High' moment, ever. Kayla was just walking up the steps out of the pool, dripping water and wearing a two piece black bathing suit that hugged her body in every right way possible. She was no longer the cute, 13 year old girl I had a crush on as a kid. Kayla was fucking hot. She was 5'3, short bleach blonde hair, brown eyes, with tan skin. I secretly thanked God for her not being an underdeveloped, magazine cover anorexic, as she had D sized breasts, a flat stomach, and a gorgeous, round ass. As my Hispanic buddy would say, "She was thicker than a Snickers".

I stood there, dumbfounded, and she turned from the pool and finally saw me. Letting out a small, shrill squeak, she ran at me and gave the most pleasantly wet hug a guy could get living in the hottest state in the union. All her wonderful curves clung to me, and I was on cloud nine. We walked over to her grandmother, who hugged me as well, and caught up on life. We chatted about surface things for a while, and then her grandmother dropped the bomb that my fragile heart had been so afraid to hear. Kayla had a boyfriend. Not just a casual one, a guy she had been dating for three years. Fuck me. Kayla's grandmother then mentioned how much her family disapproved of him, as he was a terrible influence on her, getting her into the party girl/drinking/smoking lifestyle, hence one reason Kayla had been invited to come along to visit us. Apparently her grandmother was under the impression that I was the same sweet, Christian boy that she had known when I was younger. Oh granny, how you have underestimated me.

We all got out of the pool to go to dinner and then to a local country music/theater production. Kayla and I continued to catch up and rebuild our old rapport, injecting some flirting and light touching into the night. We got back to my parents house, and my parents and Kayla's grandmother we're ready for bed after a long day out (they were all 55+, go figure). Kayla, however, was ready to go swimming again. I teased her about being part fish, but wasn't about to talk her out of getting half naked alone with me. We jumped in the pool and splashed, rough housed, and swam for a bit, all the while talking about our new lives. After a while I started to pry about her party lifestyle, and began teasing her that because she was a girl, she automatically was a light weight compared to me (you say stupid things to get a girl naked). She responded to my challenge by saying she could easily drink me under the table, and I told her "fat chance". We ran inside and I showed her my parents liquor cabinet, and she selected a bottle of Captain Morgan 100, and we went back outside and sat on the loungers by the pool.

We drank gulp for gulp, and I started questioning her about her boyfriend, who she was texting while we were drinking. To my surprise, he was in Vegas for the weekend for a buddies bachelor party. Aside from him having a gambling problem that she was worried about, she also suspected him of cheating on her in the past. Well, the Captain in me doesn't spit on opportunity when offered, and I began to harp on whether she was worried if her boyfriend was taking advantage of the weekend alone and banging everything on two legs; after all, it is Sin City. All the while that I was sewing the seeds of doubt into her mind about her boyfriend, I was watching her text her him from the corner of my eye, and to my absolute delight, she had elected not to tell him about who I was, let alone me even living there. She kept trying to reassure him that she was so bored there, all alone with no one her age, and I slowly stopped taking actual shots from the bottle and simply mimed each shot, letting her get drunker in the process.

I decided that all my pieces were lined up, and it was time to make my move. I slid over from sitting across from her on the opposite lounger, and sat next to her on hers. I began to rub her back slowly, to build up comfort with my touch, and gently trailed my finger down her back and over to her thigh. I turned and looked her in the eyes, and I could see the passion and desire building. Still maintaining eye contact, I slowly slid my hands under her bikini bottom and lightly began to rub her slit up and down, feeling her getting wetter by the second. I reached over with my other hand and pulled her in closer, kissing her deeply while still exploring her under her bikini. Her breathing intensified as I began to add more pressure on her young pussy, and she exhaled roughly as I sunk my fingers deep into her. As I continued to finger her, I decided it was time to let those glorious breasts breath, and with one swift tug of her bikini top string, let loose two of the most beautiful, round, perky breasts I had ever seen. I took her nipple into my mouth and pushed on her with my body to get her to lie down on the lounger. I suckled like a newborn until my shorts felt like they were ready to explode from pressure, and began kissing down her stomach to where I was still knuckle deep inside her. I undid one side of the bikini bottoms tie, and pulled them to the other side, exposing her glistening vagina. It was simply too much for me to see, and I immediately began to lick, kiss and suck on her pussy, not leaving a spot uncared for. Her hips bucked up and down as I teased her between her thighs, and she began to let out short, clipped moans of pleasure. Finally, she pushed my head back, flipped herself over, and pushed her ass back towards my hips, inviting me to partake in riding her. I ripped the velcro holding my shorts together, and pulled out my throbbing cock, ready to sink it into her. Unfortunately, I misjudged my position on the lounger, and with both of our weight on the left side of the chair, we flipped over onto the concrete and on our sides. I let out a little laugh, and she got back up on all fours and started to shuffle-crawl away. I grabbed her hips, but she turned and looked at me and started saying "No, no, no, this is wrong. I can't do this. I'm so sorry, I have a boyfriend."

Seriously, fuck me.

She had a bit of a drunken, emotional break down by the pool, and ended up swimming around, crying, while I tried to get her to calm down, reassuring her that nothing that bad had happened. She finally consented that I was right,and came out of the water, still naked as a jaybird, and I grabbed her a towel and told her to quiet down, I'd get her inside. I grabbed her bikini and started leading her inside, all the while the Captains grog started taking affect on me, making me a bit light-headed and loopy. We got to my room, where I told Kayla to hold her towel up and I would try to dress her. She went from being sad and hating herself, to giggly and flirty again about her being naked. I kept trying to fumble her clothes on, but my hands were no longer working right, and she broke into a case of the giggles, letting her towel drop and falling into me, thereby pushing us both on top of my bed. Her back was on my chest as she lay on top of me, with her butt lying spooned in my crotch, which stirred my arousal again. I started to push her up off of me and the bed, not wanting her to freak out again, but she felt my growing hardness under my shorts, and I shit you not, began to grind against my cock like she was competing in a twerking contest. I wasn't going to pass up a good thing, so I grabbed her, swung my hips out, and turned her onto the bed, so that I was on top. She reached down, undid my shorts, and wrapped her legs around me, pulling my cock into her. I looked down and kissed her lips, kissed her breasts, kissed everywhere I could reach and began to fuck her with the sexual tension that only six years of waiting can produce. I was fading in and out of sobriety as my blood pressure increased, but her hips rocked in motion with mine, keeping me in the game. I grabbed her shoulder with one hand and the back of her head with the other, tangling my fingers in her hair and began to fuck her harder and harder, letting every last bit of frustration out. Her breath was hot on my neck as I pumped faster and faster, and after a few minutes she began to pant in my ear "oh god, oh god" as her legs tightened like a vise around me and her nails dug down my back. Then, her whole body tensed and she let out one last strangled moan as I pumped one final time into her, pushing in as deep as I could, and cumming spurt after spurt into her little body.

We lay next to each other, rubbing each others backs and sides gently, until I looked over at the clock and realized it was 5:15 in the morning. I quickly got her dressed back in her bikini, and led her out of my room towards the guest room, only to feel my heart stop dead in my chest as I saw my step dad in the kitchen (which is right next to my room) pouring himself some coffee and getting ready for work. He looked up after hearing me walk in, glanced back at Kayla, and looked me straight in the eyes. Then he smirked, turned away, and walked out of the kitchen.

The rest of the weekend was right back to Kayla being a sad sack wreck over cheating on her boyfriend, all while still trying to figure out what the fuck feelings she still had for me that made her do what she did. She went back home, I told her that she should keep it between us if she wanted to still have a boyfriend, but guilt got the best of her and she told him a gentler version of the story where we only saw each other naked and touched each other a bit. He was pissed and threatened to kill me, I only laughed and told him thanks for lending me his girlfriend for the weekend.

I'm not a good guy. This was the first time I stopped being an Average Frustrated Chump, and started being a dominant, successful male. I've slowly turned into more and more of an asshole, but this was the starting point of it all, although not the first instance of me being a dick. Do I regret the choices I've made?

Fuck no.

26 year old Fag here wrecking my ass with giant dildo 

Looking for a pic I looked at recently but cant find it again. Its 3 girls and 3 guys, each guy is only shown from waist down and you see the backs of all 6. Each guy has a hand on each girls bent over ass and one girl is wearing jeans, one in a skirt and stockings and one in black leggings. And it has a forced transgender caption taking up half of the page involving the 3 "guys" wrecking a teachers car and their punishment is being turned into girls with hormones

Once upon a time, I was just a wanna-be slut until I took that first step into sluthood by meeting up with B. in a vacant lot at 2am so he could gag me on his cock with his goal of making me piss myself, and the bonus that he gets his cock sucked.

That was at least two years ago now. We've said hi on occasion since but never managed to actually meet up again for this reason or that.

That changed tonight.

Last week, I emailed him to let him know that I still tell the tale of meeting him when asked about my kinkier experiences. Being the kind of cocky bastard that I seem to be attracted to, he was pleased and said we ought to do it again.

So tonight he asked if I was free and, after some nervous hemming and hawing, I agreed to meet him. He told me to make sure I had clothes with easy access and a full bladder. The clothes I could do, not so much on the bladder.

I put on a skirt (no panties, of course) and a peasant blouse and waited by the side of the road for him to pick me up. He asked me where to as I nervously climbed into his truck and I told him that I didn't have any plans so it was up to him.

He said something about finding somewhere to park then told me to talk about something while he drives around looks for a place. I, being the nervous wreck I often am on these kinds of meetings, couldn't think of anything so he threw out a bunch of topics: The weather, political stance, whether I was wearing panties, if I was wet... I told him the weather was lovely, prefer not to discuss politics, that I never wear underwear, and that I might be just a bit.

After some more silence aside from my anxiety-ridden giggles, he suggested that I could at least entertain him but pulling my tits out. As soon as I did, he reached over his free hand and began tweaking my nipples. Hard. Really fucking hard. He asked if I liked that and I told him between squeals that it was a hard question to answer. He replied that it might be wise to find a way to answer it. I answered that it was painful and I have a love-hate thing with pain. That seemed to be enough of an answer, though he didn't stop pinching.

We drove around a few streets looking and ended up going back behind a shopping center into the loading bay of a supermarket. Once parked, he laid my seat back before working his fingers between my thighs to see if I was wet. Of course I was so he began driving two fingers deep into my cunt, then shoved one hard and fast into my ass, causing me to scream.

"Does that hurt?"

"Yes!"

"Hurt good, or hurt bad?"

"(whimper) I don't know."

"Well, you'd better decide."

I finally decided it was bad and he removed his finger when I told him so then moved to stand basically behind and to the side of my seat so that, with the seat reclined, his cock was at eye level. He said that he was going to let me choose whether he was going to cum in my mouth or my ass but that I'd better suck his cock while I decided.

I don't like to make decisions. Especially when it comes to how I'm to be used. I don't really feel it is my place and I don't have much of an opinion. For me, it is all about what he wants... but B. knew this and what he wanted was to fuck with my head.

He fucked my mouth, holding the back of my head so that he could get as deep down my throat as was physically possible. I gagged several times, as I am prone to do. For a girl who is orally fixated, I have a really strong reflex. Thing is, I don't mind. I really enjoy being gagged. Something about the idea of being so helpless that even my own body is against me really makes me wet.

He would let me up occasionally to ask if I had decided and I would try to explain that I didn't want to choose to which he would shove my head back down. I finally told him I wanted to swallow his cum so he grabbed a fistful of hair and began fucking my face good and hard. However, I think I was gagging too much for his taste because he ordered me out of the truck. At first he put me on my knees to suck his cock a bit more but it wasn't long until he had me bent over against the back of the truck.

Moving up close behind me, he lifted my skirt and I felt his cock slide into my pussy. It took everything I had not to moan loudly as he began slamming into it, fucking me for a few minutes to get his cock good and slippery before he moved on to what he really wanted. Pressing against my asshole for a few seconds, he was balls deep in an instant and fucking my ass good and hard for only a few more minutes before he filled it with his cum.

He had me home in just a few more. Just a quick use and abuse session. And it was just what I needed.

However, it wasn't quite the end.

When I got home, I got myself cleaned up and ready for bed. My husband was still awake but getting ready for bed himself. Now, he doesn't really want to know about my playtime so all he knew was that I had gone out for a bit. I'm sure he had his suspicions about what happened but he's not going to ask about it. I, on the other hand, knew exactly what had happened and I could not pass up the chance to be the slut with two loads of cum in her ass at the same time.

Once we were both in bed, I made sure to rub up against him in all the ways he knows means I want to get fucked. It had been several days so I figured there was a fair chance he wouldn't mind getting some.

I got on my hands and knees to give him the view I know he most enjoys and he began to rub my ass and finger my cunt. He continued for a while, even making his way to four fingers in my pussy before deciding that he needed to fuck it. His cock sliding deep where another man's had just been was enough to make me cum several times before begging him to fuck my ass. As he did, I pleaded with him to fuck it harder and harder, "Fuck me hard and cum in my ass!"

And he did.

The mother to my daughters best friend ive been fucking and cumming in hoping i get her sexy ass pregnant he husband is a lame duck and cant satisfy her need to have a big cock wreck her holes 

I kind of feel bad about this. I worked at a bar in my late 20s, and one night, this older woman (early 40s) came in with her obvious boyfriend, and we got to talking when he went to the bathroom. She told me they were in the middle of  breakup.

They were not.

Anyway, she gave me her number, and I text her a few nights later, and we get to talking. She's like, I never got your name. I'm like, "Bruce Wayne." I'm pretty sure she put it in her phone.

Fast-forward to a few nights later, and we have a few drinks. Then we go to the hotel.

Literally, nothing I wanted was off limits, even fucked her up the ass. I asked for none of this; I just did it, and she was cool with it. Woke up the next morning, and I shot a load down her throat.

Never heard from her again. But, I did hear from the boyfriend. He called me a few days later, after apparently searching her phone or something. He wanted to know about me fucking his chick. I should have told him to fuck off, but I'm like, what's on your mind?

He starts crying, talking about how they're getting married and shit, asking me if I came in her. Then he's like, "Well, she gave me herpes, so I hope you wrapped it up."

I did not.

I think he was just upset about honest answers to questions he willingly asked me after breaking into her phone and calling me, but anyway, I don't have herpes.

He comes into the bar like two weeks later, alone, then starts insisting I buy him drinks because I stole his girlfriend. He starts saying this to other customets. I'm like, chief, I know you love this chick, but I wrecked her vag and have not spoken to her since.

I did buy him a few drinks, though.

Wrecking Balls
I
“Miley we’re ready for you now.” an intern piped as she leaned into Miley’s changing room. “Ok gimmie a minute.” She said as she pulled down her white tank top and adjusted her breasts. She briefly pushed them together just so she could see them jiggle back into place. She turned and exited the dressing room. The intern turned and began briskly walking down the hall. “Hold up.” Miley raised her voice. “Why are you in such a rush?” the intern snapped back around. “Oh I’m sorry Miley. It’s just my first day on set for real and it’s all just going to my head. I’m just so nerv-“Miley cut her off “child, calm down. There is nothing to be all worried about.” She slowly walked up to the intern and gave her a warm embrace. The intern immediately felt safe in Miley’s arms. It was the first reprieve of the constant barrage of orders she had been receiving. Miley slowly moved her hands lower following the curve of the intern’s silhouette. “You are gorgeous” Miley whispered. Miley held the embrace and slowly let go of the intern. They continued their walk until they reached a door that was unmarked. “Here we are. They said to take you here. Do you want me to wait outside?” “No, it’s alright. This is personal. Take a break, take a chill pill, meditate do something.” Miley smirked. “And don’t keep all those emotions pent up it’ll rip you apart.” The intern smiled nodded and walked off contemplating what Miley could possibly be doing in there. She already had her hair and makeup, and was already in her clothes for the video. She was wearing a robe oddly enough; maybe she was getting a massage. She did seem oddly calm. The intern decided that must be it and walked to the set and awaited Miley’s approach.
II
“Let’s see what we’re working with sweetheart” Rolando said as he pointed his dainty hand at Miley’s crotch. “Rolando you know what I’m working with you say this every shoot. It’s just not funny anymore.” “You always thought it was funny before…” “I’m just tired of fucking hiding. I just want to do me.” Miley casually tossed the robe on the chair and pulled her white panties to the floor. The Panties were specially made for Miley they appeared to be soft cotton but instead had a plastic piece that covered her pelvis and went down in between her legs. To help further hide Miley’s bulge. “I know ya do sweetie but you are yourself. Everyone comes out when they’re ready. Try to think about the shoot. You’ve been excited for this for a long time.” Rolando sat down on his stool and marveled at Miley. No matter how many shoots he worked with her he was always amazed at Miley’s massive cock. “You just gonna stare at it?” Miley said as she grabbed a handful and shook it at Rolando. He snapped out of it and went to work. He took Miley’s soft velvety penis in his hands and pulled it down through Miley’s legs. He applied the adhesive and stuck it between her tight ass cheeks. He finally applied a layer of flesh colored tape specifically ordered to match her skin tone. “God my balls always hurt when we do this. I’m the twerk queen and no one knows it hurts my balls like a bitch.” Miley reached behind and felt her cock pulled tight and patted the tape down. She pulled up her panties. “Let’s do this bitch.”

I confess i rub my pussy every night thinking of lots of random men using my pussy as a free for all  and many different cocks of all sizes fucking me and shooting there cum up me and all over me,i dream about being gangbanged by cock after cock after cock,i dream aboit having my ass wrecked and again taking multiple cum loads,i dream of my pussy and ass both full of cum and then put rubber panties on to keep all the cum up and in there for as long as possible,i dream of guys cum loading all over me and rubbing it in all over every inch of my body,i want to taste it,smell of it and be full in every hole,i am sarah and i want to be degraded and slutted out

The tightist asshole I’ve ever fucker So I meet this 19 year old teenager at my drug dealers house, can’t remember her name but she was hot and we were both into each other. I was picking up some meth, she was getting fentanyl. After hanging for a while talking to each other are drug dealers tells us we should jest hook up and go back to ether one of are places. Didn’t take much and we were headed to her pad. As soon as we got there we started fulling around befor we started to fuck she said she wanted to get high. Witch of course I agreed, I smoked so meth and got more turned on and more awake and I knew now I was really going to be able to fuck her hard and for much longer. But on the flip side she was smoking fentanyl witch made the experience way better it was crazy, she would smoke some as I was fucking her right after she would take a hit she would black out and go limp for anywhere from 2 minutes or as long as 10 minutes. We’re at that point I could get away with what ever I wanted to. The first few time I would jest fuck her real hard thrashing her around. Eventually I was like fuck it and why she was blacked out I toke off the condom and continued to fuck her raw. Even when she came to she had no idea we were now fucking bare back. Back before we got to her place I popped a couple Dick pills which were total working by this point, we must of been fucking and getting high for about three hours when I took notice of her tiny ass and what looked like very tight asshole. I decided that she was going to get sodomized. So I waited till she wanted to smoke more were I did to, it was perfect I jest finished and was horny wired and my Dick was rock hard, she loaded a fresh bowl of fentanyl and smoked more than she had every time prior that night, she was jest finishing a large hit when she blacked out again this time dropping her pipe and hitting the ground kinda hard. I laughed a little and told myself ok this is it do it. I quickly lay her face down hanging off the bed, lubed up her asshole and my dick and aggressively shoved my rock hard cock against her asshole it was tight took several minutes but finally the head of my dick squished past her now stretching sphincter muscle. It happened fast the head of my dick was pushing against the outside of her asshole and the next second with a pop the entire mushroom man on my dick was in side her ass, even with her blacked out her entire body shivered. I froze hoping she wasn’t waking yet but quickly decided I didn’t care if she were to awake I was going to do this no matter what. Witch immediately I violently crammed my dick as deep in her ass as I could go and pumped my cock hard,  fast and deep. Surprisingly she didn’t wake up, I got to enjoy her asshole with no resistance for a good 5 minutes. But then it got crazy when she did wake up. She immediately started to scream and thrash around, but being a very tiny teenage girl she was very weak because it didn’t take much for me to pin her down and hold her in place allowing me to continue to stretch out her sphincter. This is we’re it got really hot, why smashing her asshole and listening to her cry and beg for me to stop, or she would describe what I was doing, why screaming she would say “ your fucking me in the ass to hard, your hurting me” or she would jest go limp for a period of time and lay there crying like a little baby. Most turned on I have ever been. Something about fuck a cry teen is extremely hot. This literally went on for a solid hour before I blow my load deep in her asshole. I posed for a minute with my dick remaining in her asshole, as those dick pills really came through for me because after filling her ass with jizz my cock was still rock hard so I continued destroying her rectum with her crying “ your still not done please stop your hurting me”. Now to cum a second time I needed to really pound her hard and fast, as I did I noticed that when I started her asshole was squeaky tight like someone grabbing your dick and squeezing as hard as they could tight. But now after several hours of wrecking her ass her sphincter was totally blown out and loose were my still hard Dick was being thrown in and out with almost no resistance, the gap her asshole maintain was the size of a silver dollar. I even managed to keep her pinned down why fucking her why smoking meth witch aloud me to continue blowing up her asshole till the morning were after a really good and last orgasm I decided it was time to go. With her what looked like her being in a state of shock not crying anymore and jest staring into the distance, I quickly got dressed gathered up my things and took off. As I was in my truck starting it up one of the best parts of the experience happened. About to leave sitting in my truck I watched as she came hobbling out of her pad butt naked trying to scream but not be able to falling to the ground ever two steps, shitting all over herself not being able to control anything from the wast down affectively waving her fist in the air looking very mad as I recorded her with my phone intel she was about five feet from my truck at witch point I took off never giving her my real name or phone number I went to my drug dealers house told him what happened after giving him some of the recordings I took that night he insured that he had no idea how I was and only met me a few times. After that nothing ever happened still get meth from the same dealer witch has told me about her coming and getting drugs and she total walk fun now and when she is there picking up more fentanyl she spends half the time in his bath room doing how now what ( wiping her ass ).  Good stuff. This is her phone number (+1 ) I dare anyone reading this to give her a call and ask her about it or text her about having to use man pones, or having to shove toilet paper up her ass ever time she needs to go some were to pervert shit running down her leg. Post her response and I’ll post some of what I recorded.

-WARN- It's a long one, but it's something I have to tell. There's a TL;DR; -WARN-

Names have been altered for secrecy.

Confession: A Detailed Account of Two Forced Sexual Encounters with my Step Cousin

When my parents were divorced in 1986, my mother began dating and eventually remarried a lawyer. The lawyer had a sister, and that sister had children. One of them was Ashley. Ashley, or just "Ash" as we began call her, is three years my older, but we fit together like two peas in a pod. She liked all the same games as I, and we often agreed on all issues, trivial or otherwise. Ashley and I stopped seeing each other as often when my parents divorced again, and at this point we were in separate schools. I was in sixth grade at the eastern high school, and she was in seventh grade at the western. Because of our school situation, we didn't see each other often, but occasionally the bus routes would intersect and we would meet up. It was on one of those days that I experienced one of the most life changing experiences of my entire existence. I was dropped off at my mother's office which has already closed ( I used to wait here to be picked up ) when I saw Ash walking down the sidewalk. I invited her in, because that's what friends do. She asked me how my day was, how school had been, typical, boring stuff. She had changed. The old, hyper "Ash" that I knew had been replaced with a calm, level-headed (or so I thought), and in my eyes boring "Ashley." But something was different about her. Her demeanor was off-balance. She looked uneasy, almost sick, and nervous. She told me she wasn't feeling well. She asked me to come into the back with her to look for something to do. Once back there, the real fun began. She closed the door behind her, turned out the lights, and took off her shirt. The light from the shaded window was dim. I turned around to tell her to stop joking around, and she practically tackled me to the floor and pressed her 14-year-old chest against me. I tried to resist, but she was an athlete and demonstrated that. She took off her bra and began to rub her medium-sized breasts against my face. She took off all my clothes, wiping each article against the crotch of her pants. She molested me. My friend who I had trusted over many years. She yanked and jerked and licked my 11-year-old penis to no avail. I was not enjoying it. But this was not the worst. She continued to scratch and hold me. She only ceased to remove her pants. Fully naked, she smothered me with her exposed pussy and ground my face until she climaxed. I could barely breathe. I was traumatized. It amazed me that this girl would be capable of such a thing, and while maintaining complete silence. She hit me and the last thing she said was, �If you tell anyone, I'll do it again and again, and no one will believe you.� It was inhuman. I never told anyone, and I never saw Ashley again, until four years later at a new years party. I was 16, she was 19 in college. She acted nonchalant. She acted like nothing had happened. I was furious, I wanted to kill her. Because of her, I had taken up a life of drugs and detention in school. I was on regular drug tests, which I routinely failed, but no one cared here. I spent nearly every Friday afternoon in Detention. I hated her, and I wanted revenge. All of the proper adults were as drunk as dogs. Ashley was blazed, and I could feel the ache of my own vices. Ashley got up and went outside for a smoke. I decided that this was my opportune moment. I ran outside and hit her over the head and dragged her into an unoccupied room. I quickly gagged her with a washcloth and duct tape and tied her hands to the legs of a dresser with a couple of pillowcases after removing her shirt. When I heard her start to groan, I got down at the level of her face and smacked her. She came to. I told her everything. I told her how she fucked up my life, about how she ruined me that night at my mom's office. And I told her that now it was her turn. But it was more than her turn. She had that night plus years of hell to pay for. I was going to make this an absolute misery. I pulled out a small bag of cocaine I had. I laid the coke out in the small of her back while I held her still. Then I pulled out my razor-blade and lined it up, cutting her severely in the process. I then proceeded to snort two lines of cocaine off of my step cousin's back. Everyone in the house was either in a deep alcoholic sleep or gone for the night, but I didn't care. Tonight was about revenge. I pulled down her skirt so she was in her lace bra and thong and slapped her bare ass as hard as I could. She tried to scream, but I only laughed. I pulled off my pants and shirt, down to my boxers and leaned in close to her face, contouring her body. I whispered in her ear those words that had haunted my life for four miserable years, �If you tell anyone, I'll do it again and again, and no one will believe you.� In one swift motion I oiled my fingers, pulled her thong aside, and rammed two fingers into her asshole. She tried violently to resist. But now, I was much stronger than she. I continued fingering her asshole for about a minute before I pulled her thong completely off along with my boxers. I had a monster-thumper of a boner. I oiled up and thrust it into her pussy in the blink of an eye. I was brutal, I was unforgiving. I had reduced her to tears. Good. That's how I wanted her to feel. I wanted her to feel violated. I wanted her to think, he's raping me and there's nothing I can do to stop it. I pulled out and pumped in and out of her asshole, then I ejaculated inside of her anus. I grabbed my razor-blade and held it to her face, then I removed the duct tape gag and told her to tell me what she thought. After what seemed like hours of exasperated breathing, she said �How could you do that, for what I did to you?� To which I replied �You'll know in four years.� I walked away and drove away from the town, went to another state to stay in a hotel on some cash that I had saved up. When everything quieted down, I called a friend to ask how things were to see if she had told anyone (he didnt' know, but I asked what was up, small talk, etc.). To my surprise, she had blamed the beatings and bruising on her ex boyfriend, who was convicted and arrested of rape. I returned home and was in trouble with the law for running away, but it was a far cry from rape allegations. Sure enough, about six years later I run into Ashley again. She was on hard drugs like cocaine that I had kicked since then. In fact, she was almost exactly like I did five years before. My life, however, was going good. I was in college with a decent job, but she was a wreck. When she saw me, she was shocked, but she didn't respond with anger as I had, but she asked me if she could talk to me alone. I agreed, I didn't feel threatened at all (though I probably should have), and we went to her apartment. She was crying the whole way there. I began to tear up. When we entered her apartment, which was torn to pieces, she began crying uncontrollably, she got on her knees and said she was sorry. She begged for my forgiveness. She told me what I had told her, six years ago, that that night had ruined her life because she had realized the psychological pain that rape can cause. All she wanted was my forgiveness, and she had struck a nerve, because all I had really wanted, was for her to ask for it. I gave her a hug and told her how sorry I was. Truth be told, I hadn't regretted a single minute until that moment, but I then realized the error of what I had done. We cried, we talked, and we forgave each other, but we could never remain close. We went our separate ways. I haven't seen her again so far, but it was nice to finally have some closure to that episode.

TL;DR: My step cousin raped me, and I brutally hate-raped her again four years later.

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I confess I've been fucking a homeless woman for the past 5 days, and have been paying for her cheap hotel room, buying her food too.
It all started last Friday on the 11th of June. I went to the store and this woman was on the sidewalk, her head between her hands looking down at the ground. She had a small sign that read, "hungry and homeless please help." She had dark brown hair, tan skin - and from what I could see a nice figure. She looked to be in her mid 20s, and I approached her, put $5 in her cup and turned around to go inside the store.
I heard a soft, "thank you."
Not looking back I casually said, "no problem, I hope things get better for you."
I went in the store and bought some items, but also thought I should get her something to eat too. So I did. They had sub sandwiches for $5, and I got her one, plus a box of chocolate chip cookies as a desert.
I got out of the store, and she was still there, head between her hands. I placed the sandwich and box of cookies next to her and turned around to walk away.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" she asked, with her soft voice.
I turned around and she was no longer sulking, or hiding her face. She had no makeup on, but was absolutely beautiful. Her blue eyes penetrated me, and then I noticed she had a black eye and a few bruises on her neck.
"Holy shit," I was horrified, "are you okay?"
"I- I am fine. I don't need your pity. This is what happens when you hook up with an abusive asshole. Thank you, god bless you for helping me."
"Look, whoever did that to you..." I searched for the right words, "I hope you don't have any contact with them anymore."
"I don't, that's why I'm homeless. I don't want to go to a shelter, I tried that and someone stole everything I had."
Someone walked by smoking a cigarette, and she asked to bum one.
"Get a job," the guy mumbled.
I pulled out my wallet, "here's two dollars for a cig."
He stopped and pulled a cigarette out and gave me one.
"Be more empathetic," I told him. He shrugged and walked away mumbling under his breath.
I handed her the cigarette, she already had a lighter and with a tiny flick of her thumb it was lit.
She inhaled it deeply, and I noticed she seemed far off and distant for a second as if she was thinking of a better time.
"Not too many people give a fuck about people like me..." she said.
"I try to - but the way society is, well we're all pretty much fucked." I told her.
"Yeah, well you probably got a white picket fence and a house, and me - well I make a lot of bad decisions, as you can tell." She lifted up the cigarette gesturing that smoking was one of them.
My dick started thinking for me at this point. She was pretty, had a nice body, nice tits. Her face was rounded with nice cheek bones. She was a bit dirty. Her shirt was stained, and she obviously wasn't wearing a bra. Her jean shorts were faded and ripped.
I was attracted to this woman, and blurted out, "If you need a place to stay..." I stopped myself. I didn't know her, and certainly couldn't invite her back to my place.
She looked me in the eyes and I could tell she was about to cry.
"If you need a place to stay I could get you a hotel for a few nights. Get you some food, try to help you get on your feet. Help you apply for jobs."
She smirked as a tear rolled down her dirty face, "No. I don't need you to be my savior. I'll be okay, really."
"I'm not looking to be your savior, nothing like that. I try to help people as much as I can. I don't have anyone in my life that I have to pay for, I'm a 38 year old loser to be honest. Sure I have a good paying job, I have my own place - but... well. What do I have to show for it."
"You have a house, probably a wife, kids..." She said looking down at the sidewalk.
"I don't, that's what I mean - I don't have anything to show for all of my accomplishments... so if I can help you, it makes me feel better about my life. Understand?"
She put her cigarette out on the sidewalk, grabbed her backpack and got up. She was sexy, with toned legs, nice hips, perky full breasts - her nipples poking through her stained shirt. If she took a nice hot shower, she would clean up well. Perfect 10 in my book.
"I'm in a bad situation, I guess I need all the help I can get at this point."
We walked to my car and I opened the door for her, she laughed a little.
"And they say chivalry is dead," she said as she shut the door.
I got in and started my car. I knew there was a cheap hotel a few miles down the road. We had a bit of small talk, she said she went to college for finances but dropped out because she met her ex that she 'fell madly in love with,' but that the relationship turned out to be a complete nightmare.
I asked if she had parents, or siblings that could help her out, and she got pretty quite.

"When I was a teen, my family went on a road trip that I refused to go on. They didn't even leave the city and their car was hit by a drunk driver. I lost my mom, my dad and my brother. The police showed up at the house and that's how I found out. So I got put into the foster care system until I reached 18... then I left. No aunts or uncles, nobody. Grandparents passed when I was a child, I don't remember them. I'm all by myself, and I have been since my parents died. My foster parents were loaded. They paid for all of my college, but when I dropped out because of my ex, they pulled all their funding and disowned me... which is completely understandable but I just can't forgive them for turning their backs on me. I know I'm not even their own flesh and blood, so they didn't even need to pay anything after I left."
I didn't say anything. I felt bad for her. She was completely alone.
We got to the hotel, $55 a night, which wasn't bad. I could surely afford to house her there for a few days.
I went in and paid for 5 days. With tax it was just under $300. I got the key and went back to my car and handed it to her.
"It's all yours. Just don't trash the place okay?" I said laughing.
She laughed, "Hey you're welcome to come in, I like talking to you. I haven't talked about this shit in a very long time."
My dick woke the fuck up, "Sure, it's good to get bad things we've experienced out of our systems. I'd be happy to talk to you about anything you want!"
We went to the designated room and she unlocked it, she went in first and I followed her.
Someone had the air conditioner cranking full blast, and the room felt like it was 50F degrees.
She turned it off, then turned around towards me.
"Look at me, inviting a guy to a hotel room and I don't even know his name..."
"I'm Jason, nice to meet you..." I left it open because I didn't know her name either.
"Judy," she said as she plopped her backpack on the bed. She opened up her backpack and pulled out some red and white underwear and walked over to the sink. She turned on the water and soaked them, using soap to scrub them.
"Ugh, I barely ever get to wear clean clothes - so I do my best to keep at least my underwear clean!"
"I mean, yeah - I'd probably do the same thing too if I was in your situation."
She stopped washing them and hung them over the ledge of the counter near the sink to dry. Judy tried to fix her hair up in the mirror as best she could, but she really needed a brush.
"Hey, if you want I can buy you a brush or whatever... do you need anything else?"
She paused and looked in the mirror at my reflection still standing by the door.
"Am I a kept woman now? Are you going to buy me all these things and keep me locked away in your tower?" She seemed a bit agitated.
"No! I'm not like that, I just wanted to help you out. Look, I'll let you be - I just really understand how things can really get bad."
I turned to open the door, "Take care of yourself, ok?"
"Hey wait, I'm sorry... I'm just... No one has ever tried to help me like you have... tell you what, you can get me deodorant and a brush. Maybe some red lipstick and some blush? A toothbrush and toothpaste? See, I'm getting greedy now." She was smiling.
"Ok, consider it done!"
"I'm going to take a shower, clean up - can you go get that stuff? I'd love to sit down and talk to you more."
I did. I went to a store and got her everything she asked for. I thought about getting a pack of condoms but then thought there wasn't any point. I was there to help her, not fuck her. Yes I wanted to fuck her but given she was abused, she's probably not going to want to have sex. So about 25 minutes later I was back at the hotel room, and knocked on her door.
She opened the door, her hair was still wet, she changed her shirt to a black shirt that revealed a lot more cleavage, and I could see a perfect outline of her tits. Her nipples were very obviously erect. She also changed her pants to jogging pants. She smelled of hotel room soap and shampoo. Her eyes caught me checking out her tits, but she didn't say anything at all. She was very beautiful all around.
I went in and sat down in the single chair that occupied the hotel room. She bounced on the bed and found the TV remote on the side table, clicking the TV on. She flipped through some channels and then turned to me, ignoring the TV.
"So what's a nice guy like you single for? I mean not that I'm any catch or anything like that... but honestly - no girlfriend? No wife? What's up with that?"
"Judy, sometimes life throws bullshit at you, ya know?" I said, kinda looking down, a bit embarrassed about being single.
"I was engaged once. I was going to marry someone but she decided she liked a fat tow truck driver instead... so one day I came home early from work and this fat greasy bearded ugly dude was fucking my fiancé, right on the bed. She yelled at me like it was my fault. Her tow truck driver fuck buddy got off her and charged at me, so I got into a huge fight with him. He fractured 2 of my ribs, I busted his eye socket and jaw. Cops came, he was arrested for assault. That was 10 years ago."
"Oh damn Jason, I'm so sorry. People are such assholes."
"That, they are."
She pointed to her black eye, "see this? This is what happened to me when I caught my ex doing meth. I smelled something funny and when I found him he was smoking it. Something broke in him, idk what happened because the next thing I remember I was waking up on the floor with a pounding headache. That was a few days ago. I packed a bag and left. It's not like things were good between us anyway. He was fucking this other woman, I really didn't care because I'm bisexual and ok with open relationships, but he started paying more attention to her. Turns out she was doing heroine, and he started to do it too. Then they got into meth, and I warned him that I'd leave him if he didn't clean himself up. It got worse, and I fell out of love with him. I just stayed there because I had no where else to go, and no one else to turn to. Well, after waking up when he knocked me out I knew it was time to leave." Judy looked sad as she remembered the traumatic events.
"Hey, I'm sorry that shit happened to you, but you're safe now ok? Judy look at me."
She did.
"You are safe now," I said again.
"Hey Jay, come over here and join me on the bed so we can watch some stupid program that we don't even give a fuck about," she said wiping a tear away.
I sat on the bed, away from her.
"Get over here!" she pointed to the empty spot next to her, "damn you're so fucking shy it's cute!"
I moved next to her. She put my arm around her and snuggled into my chest. She put the remote down and looked up at me, and kissed me. I felt her bite my lower lip, and then her tongue (which was pretty long) push deep into my mouth. My tongue found hers, and I pulled her body close to mine. My cock was throbbing hard. Poking through my jeans. I didn't want to make any moves, I wanted to take things slow, out of respect for her - but she had other plans.
Her hand found my cock, she unzipped and unbuttoned my pants. She took her shirt off revealing perfect breasts. I slid my pants off, then took my shirt off as we passionately embraced each other.
She took off her jogging pants, revealing that she hadn't shaved her pussy in a while.
"I haven't fucked anyone in 6 months," she panted. I laughed and she gave me a confused look.
"I haven't fucked anyone in over 5 years," I told her.
Our lips met again, my hands cupping her breasts. They were so soft! My hand glided down to her beautiful round ass, which was just as soft as her succulent tits! She pulled away from my kiss and licked and sucked my neck. Judy pushed me down on the bed and engulfed my cock in her mouth.
She moaned as her mouth slid up and down my shaft. My hand found her pussy and I slipped a finger inside her. She was soaking wet and dripping. Judy began to ride my finger, and I put another one inside her. I felt her muscles clench around my fingers as her tongue licked and flicked the tip of my cock. Then she mounted me. When she did, she screamed with pleasure. I grabbed on to her waist, looking up at her perfect body.
"Oh Jason, yessss" she moaned.
I was already feeling like I was going to cum, it was building up and my dick was getting even harder inside her.
"Oh Judy, slow it down babe, it's been a while..." I panted.
She sped up, she tightened her juicy cunt around my cock and smiled.
"Ohhh you're going to like this Jay..." she said, sliding me in and out perfectly.
And I did. I liked it. I came so hard in her I nearly passed out. All of my nerves convulsed, I could feel each ejaculation pumping inside her, filling her."
She could feel me too, and she loved it. She kept bucking as I came, and moaned louder. My erection didn't go down and she kept fucking me. I turned her over and started drilling her missionary. I kissed her lips as her nice tits bounced to each thrust I pumped inside her. I must have cum inside her a lot, I could feel it dripping down my balls.
"Oh right there," she moaned.
So I kept pumping her in the same spot. Her body twitched and her eyes rolled back.
"JASON, I'm going to cum all over that cock!" I increased thrusts and started pumping her harder and harder, I was going to cum again, I was going to cum too!
I filled her again.
We laid down and held each other for hours.
The first thing out of my mouth, "obviously you're not on the pill..."
"Obviously," she said as if it was a stupid question.
I stayed the night in her arms. Saturday, Sunday, and Monday I fucked her and came inside her even more. I offered to pay for her hotel a few more nights, but then decided to let her stay at my place.
"Would you like to come home with me? I mean, I just am offering..."

So that's where I'm at. She agreed to give it a try, to see if it will work out. I asked her to be my girlfriend, she said yes. Today is Wednesday, she's at my house - I'm at work. She's looking for a job.
So what do you think? I've never been with a woman that is so sexy. She cleaned up really well. I've gotten her more clothes, and she puts makeup on even though I tell her she doesn't need it.

I do have feelings for her, and even my brain is teasing that I have a future with her - maybe even marriage... but I asked her something...
"Why would you even be interested in me, I'm not handsome."
"Feelings have nothing to do with looks, and honestly you're not ugly at all, give yourself some credit. Plus, I have a fetish for older guys and you fit my fetish quite nicely, daddy."
I laughed.
"No, I'm serious - it's a kink. If we're going to be together we need to be open and honest with each other. If you ever want to fuck another woman, now that we're in a relationship, we'll have to have that talk ok? Don't get me jealous, it's hard to do but being deceitful will wreck what we have."
"Honestly, you're the first woman I've been with in a very long time Judy."
SO that's where we are at rn. In some ways, I kind of hope I got her pregnant... but I'm also worried that she's gonna run back to her old boyfriend and leave me. I know it's a long story, and for that I do apologize... peace.

One of my oldest friends is the girl who lives next door to me. Well, woman. Let’s call her crystal. She just turned thirty along with myself and the rest of our circle.

For the entire time I’ve known her she’s been a total square, just like the other girls in our group. I’m the only guy. One of very few black guys in this town on top of that. I’m kind of like their mascot. It’s been that way forever.

They’re a bunch of half assed Japanese speaking white anime fan girls who think they have a mean streak and aren’t growing out of anything. I get a pass on being edgy and shit just because this town has only ever seen like three of us since prohibition ended. So as far as they see it I'm thug as fuck.

They tease the ever loving shit out of me and I get to play the fool ass mother fucker who loves blue balls. Yeah I Cop a feel here and there, and the resident attention whore is always down to get “wasted” and show off (I love you Lizzy).

I get mine, just not from these girls.

I do my thing, lift weights,take care to stay lined up, keep it looking good so I just Show up to the party sacked or strapped and it’s like I’m their delinquent hood fantasy or something. It’s always been that way. I love this small town white trash sex haven.

So crystal is the hardcore Virgin, straight edge, no swearing, probably wears granny panties and she dresses like she’s afraid someone will notice she has a body. Oh shit does she have a body.

She’s thick I guess with Curly blonde hair, green eyes, librarian glasses, and no makeup ever. She’s baby fat soft, but plump and obsessed with aerobics. She hates her body and being “fat”. She thinks of fat people as being weak in general. No self control. Her sister is a cute plush cupcake with nothing to be ashamed of, but crystal will scold her to tears over her eating habits.

Anyway.

So we’ve known each other forever. We Grew up living next door to each other in a tiny town so we were best friends. Her mom’s been getting on her about meeting a guy and doing the good mom thing so she can have grand kids. This freaks her the fuck out, because well, that’s how she is.

So that brings us to about a month ago. I own the house I grew up in now. I bought it off my folks a few years ago. (Go Legal weed and housing crash) She still lives with her mom next door. It’s raining cats and dogs, (Finally, the drought is over) I’m doing dabs in my living room watching Hentai when the doorbell rings. I shut off the Tv and go answer.

It’s crystal. Soaking wet and looking more pissed than upset; dressed in her usual baggy hood and cargo pants. (Dumpy as fuck I’ve never even seen this girl in a t-shirt at this point)

She just blurts at me like I’m wasting her time. “I need to get high!”
That caught me way off guard, because that’s not something this girl does. I thought maybe she snapped and was having some kind of quiet one style psychotic episode.

“Well?” she follows up with. That snaps me back and I invite her in like a good stoner.

I ask her if she’s for real and what’s happening.

She tells me her mom started an online dating profile for her and was posing as her to set up a date.

“She said I needed a little push!” She was like cry yelling it.
She’s gone from furious to that creepy desperation hysterical crying where they’re like bawling, but laughing and talking shit to themselves about it.
Yeah, this girl needs to get high. I’m not trying to do her wrong, she’s my friend after all, so I pack her up a bowl of some monster cookies with some space queen cold water sprinkles on the roor and I start playing the flight attendant. You know, buddy system.

“Check it out this mix is super mellow, super euphoric, super creamy warm root beer.” I’m trying to make her laugh so she can relax a bit before her first session.

“It’s super strong so go easy and just do you.” Again trying to do her right.

“I just inhale?” She doesn’t look nervous, but she clearly has never been around the block.

“Yeah”

“OK, light me”

So I spark it and she starts the draw. It takes what feels like forever but she cashes the bowl in one big ass hit. Biggest I’ve ever seen in my life. I pull the carb and then we just wait…and wait…and wait…

“Breathe girl!” I kinda yell at her. Then she just sighs a cloud that fills my living room and says pack another.

I thought to myself no way you’ll want another in a minute so I’m packing it for me, but then I’m loaded up and she grabs the bong from me. I’d be mad, but it’s her so I’m just curious as fuck.
She burns that one down too. Same shit. Then she just kinda leans back and blows it all in my face.
I take the bong, reload, and do me. She’s couch locked hard while I smoke up with some oil in the salad.

Then I ask if she wants to watch something .

She nods hella faded and I ask her what.

“Porn!” she yells. Fuck it. The Girl’s having a midlife crisis. I stop acting shocked, this is how I live so whatever.

I pop the TV back on and my Hentai flick is still going.

We stayed like that for a minute. She was just leaned back on my couch guppy mouthed and Chinese eyed, I was just watching the porn wishing I could jerk off or hit that.
The she sits bold upright like she just remembered some shit. I pause the movie to see what she does next and she asks me “You know what sounds awesome right now?”
I’m expecting her to say something like deep fried ice creams sandwiches or something.

Nope. I ask her “What you fiending for?”

“I need to suck your dick.”

Holy fucking shit. I ask her. “Are you serious? You’re high as fuck right now.”
She just yells “DICK!” It startled the shit outta me I whipped it out.

Time and money are something I'm lucky enough to a lot of. I've got over ten racks in gold and diamonds in my dick. Six bars for a ladder, and two bars crossing the head. I don't fuck with squeamish fake teaser bitches.

She says out loud “Fuck yes!” then just drops her face down in my lap while she lays on the couch and starts fucking snacking on my dick. It was honestly kinda humbling.

She has no clue what she’s doing, She has clearly never done this before. Honestly though this shit wasn’t even about me, she was just working out a craving and I was the lucky fucker kicking back while she…buffet styled my dick. Like, she wasn’t sucking me off, she was licking all over it and trying to stuff it all down her throat. She kept gagging and coughing and snot was bubbling out of her nose. Nasty as fuck, but I’m in it for the long one now.

After a bit of her licking all over and testing the fit she just fucking throats me down. Oh my fucking god. She starts lurching and wretching I was positive she was about to fucking puke all over my lap then one fucking dry heave and she blows a huge wad of slime out her nose and she pulls off to get a heaving breath like she’s been drowning and like a whole other pint of goop just pours out her mouth and all over the front of her shirt. Now she looks like she’s gonna cry. My Dick is just standing there messy as fuck and in need of handling. She looks like she’s trying to process the mess she is and then blurts out “High is Awesome! Being high!” and has a laughing fit that goes on for way too long while I try to figure out if she’s done or not.

I bust out the rig for a dab while she makes up her mind and that snaps her out of her fit. I do mine still with my dick out, hard and nasty. She asks for one.

I tell her this shit is space case pro grade.

She says “Get me higher.”

Fuck it. She takes the dab just as easy as the bong load, lets it off. Then she says. “Lean back, more dick.”
With that she busts off the soaked fucking hoodie she was wearing and she didn’t have anything on underneath.
Then I seem them. They’re just there.
I wasn’t ready. She went from total unknown girl next door bate crush to one of a kind world record porn star tits staring me in the face, right there in front of me. The biggest tits I have ever seen on any women in my life. I thought she was just a plumper like her sister. But it was all tits. She was fit under all that.

It clicks for her what just happened too and she says. “H cup. I buy bras through the mail.”
Then down she goes. She works out her issues on my dick for like a half hour before she pops off my cock all a sudden then says ”Pussy Now.”
I’m like fuck, I guess I’m done. But then she takes off her pants and panties then crawls back up on the couch and leans over the arm rest with her ass pointing at me.
“Pussy now!” She barks it out like it’s all she’s ever said to me and I figure she wants it all now.

I’m not worried, I cut my shit years ago. Guess it’s time for pussy now.

I’m all throat slimed up so I know I’m good. But I don’t want to wreck this vibe so I get in to eat that pussy from the back and she freaks the fuck out when I get my tongue in there. (Power muff FYI)

“What is that doing?” “No Gross! No don’t! “ she fights it for maybe five seconds.
Then all she can say after that is “I love my pussy.”

It was a little weird, but I got used to it.

She was just chanting it the whole time.

“I love my pussy.”

Once she’s all sauced up and sloppy She just says, “Break it in”

Fuck yes. I lay it in her and I’m not gentle about it.

She’s still chanting, but now it’s all “Pussy! Oh Pussy! My Pussy!”

It’s hot, but also, I don’t know If I’m good with pussy for a bedroom pet name, you know?

She’s calling for her lost pussy to come home while I’m rock hard stone bonin’ her from the back.

I know I’ve hit something special because she starts throwing it back at me and her pussy chant is now “Big dick” She barks it every time she bottoms out and I can feel her cervix knocking my cock.

Not long now. She Keeps slamming back into me harder and harder then it happens.
She starts yelling pussy again, she stops throwing it and just rests with me balls deep in her and I can feel her pussy having a fucking seizure on my dick. She erupts all over the fucking couch. Just fucking gushes buckets.

She starts rambling, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry ,I’ll clean it up!”

I tell her not to trip and I need to get mine.

She says ok.

I waste no time and I give it to her like she owes me on a pound.
She’s not asleep, but she’s clearly out of whatever energy was pushing that episode. i get to drunk fuck her for a few minutes then I blow my load in her pussy just for the cheap thrill of being first.

I passed out on the couch with her and when I woke up later that evening she was in my shower.
She came out naked, “My clothes have, stuff on them. Can I wash them?”

I tell her yeah, then I ask “So what was that and what’s up now?”

She kisses me on the nose and says, “You’re mine now.”

My first instinct was "Say what now bitch?"

But, I have no desire to resist this woman.

It’s been about a month now and we’re still dating.

She’s changed though. Still dresses dumpy as fuck, but she is a stone cold party girl. Loves to get fucked up and dicked down.

She says I'm the only one that can get it.

Turns out her mom isn't happy i'm the one getting it though. She says she's voting trump or some shit.
Bitch.

Crystal says not to trip on it though. She says I don't belong to her.

I think I'm in love. I hope it lasts.

Hi. I'm a married guy who has always harbored an inner slut. I've always fantasized about being a man's submissive house slave. Ready to serve at his pleasure. Recently I've been kind of reliving all my illicit homosexuality encounters mentally and wanted a place to keep track. Kind of a game I'm playing with myself, I put in a large buttplug and write everything I remember about being fucked by men in my life. I doubt anyone reads this stuff, but seems like a safe place to keep this at any rate. Here's some of them. Maybe more if I feel like it. DMs are open if you have thoughts or questions.

Dash - sucked dick / 69 / sucked my dick too. Not great, he had a hard time cunning because of his meds. Little dick. He always kind of wanted to be bottom but I always did it. Sucked him off numerous times, would sometimes make him jerk off in my mouth when I gave him a ride home.

Hempabuser - sucked dick/anal . older divorced guy who lived in an apt off elm hill pk. Met him several times. Would give me 25 dollars and an eighth of weed to suck him off. One time I asked if he wanted to fuck me and we did. Lasted a little bit then I asked if we could stop. It kind of hurt. He jerked off all over me.

Weird Arab- sucked dick (no cum). Older Arab guy. Demanded to see my ID when I went to his apartment off harding Pl. After I showed him he took me to his room. He had a huge uncut dick. Sucked him off and told him I wanted to fuck. I had brought lube. He said with a hungry look in his eyes "yeah you want to fuck baby" and proceeded to lay me down with my legs closed and start to fuck me. It hurt so fucking bad. I told him I had to get something from my car and ran off. Never to return. Saw him once at Cafe coco. We didn't speak.

Man in the dark - sucked dick. off of Piccadilly in Antioch. Met a guy in his house. All the lights were off. He was naked in bed. I got on bed and sucked his dick. He came in my mouth.

Mexican - Mexican guy off of harding place. Got ready to suck him off and he had herpes scars on his balls. I left.

Black guy in Antioch - sucked dick, anal. Met at his apartment. Sucked his dick awhile then he wanted to fuck. His dick was very big and when he penetrated me he got shit on his dick and kicked me out.

Black guy near Percy priest - sucked dick / anal / possible video - met him on lunch break. Went to his house. Sucked him off awhile, I noticed he was positioning his laptop like maybe he was recording. He told me to get naked and turned me around. He fucked me with no rubber and came in my ass. When I left his cum inside me felt amazing.

Black guy near the airport - sucked dick / anal / almost forced. Met a guy while the girls were out of town. Near airport. Large black guy, hairy, drunk. I started sucking his dick. Very large, long and girth. He said very drunkenly that that wouldn't work and turned me around. I took my clothes off while he got behind me. His breath smelled like alcohol and he put his lubed up dick in me with no condom. It hurt a lot and I tried to stop but he just laid his weight on me and told me to relax. Eventually I did, and after what seemed like 30 mins of him pounding me he came a huge load inside me. My asshole was literally wrecked for 2 weeks after. I tried to meet him again, even begged him to let me have more of that BBC but he told me I wasn't his type.

Therapist Phil- met him numerous times. Would go to his office in Franklin and suck his dick. He always gave me a 20 "for gas". Met him probably a dozen times. He always came in my mouth and on my face. One time after he had cum all over my face I laid down naked with my legs spread. He said "yes" eagerly and laid on me and fucked me with no condom. He came in my ass and it made me jump because it felt like I had shit but it was just his huge load all over my asshole. The whole time his first load was drying on my face.

Pedo at my parents house - met him when I was 16. He was maybe 25? He was nervous about being caught. Really small dick. Sucked him off, he came in my mouth. Said "you did it!" And left

Black guy in Antioch #2: met him at his house. Seemed like he was in a relationship. Decent sized dick, used anal ease, worked amazing. Used a condom. Came from my ass.

Cop: met him maybe 10 times. Apartment off blue hole rd. Looked like bran, big dick, messy apartment. Would talk really dirty to me while I sucked his dick. Called me a "pig" an a "slut" and made me tell him how much I loved sucking his dick. Always wanted to fuck me. I let him twice. He didn't use a rubber but was weird about my body fluids. Came inside me, tiny load. Liked to keep the windows open so someone walking by could see.

Other keith: met him 3 times. House in Antioch. Nice looking, played the hobbit while I sucked his dick. Liked to cum on my face, picked me up one time and said "I'm going to fuck you" and did just that. I started to say no, but he just pounded himself in me. Came inside me.

Red roof bondage: met a guy at red roof inn. Paid for the room myself. Massively obese guy, had a lot of bandage stuff. Chained up my hands and feet, put clothespins all over my nipples and dick and balls. Made me suck him off. Told me he was going to take pictures of me and make me drink his pee. Called his friend to come over to fuck me too. Was getting really horns, blindfolded and tied up at this strangers mercy who intended to fufk the shit out of me, at least him. My duck, usually soft with men, was rock hard. He started slapping the clothespins off of me, hard. When he slapped them off my balls I thought I was going to cum but I didn't, I don't know if he saw that but he hit me with an open hand really hard on the dick and I blew a giant load all over him and my chest. I told him I was grateful but I was done. He untied me and I left.

Somebody cum wreck my fat ass!

Wow this is not about younger girls so many of you will not enjoy this but here goes, I am a recovering drug addict and I attend a 12 step program. My sponsor is a great guy and I actually found out through him it is possible to love another man in a non gay way. He is such a wonderful person who does so much for everybody that I feel horrible about what Im doing. His girlfriend and I met about two months ago when they came by my house. I knew the minute I saw her I wanted to be digging around in her. The more we hung out the flirtier it got. Just three days ago he had something come up and could not hang but told me that (Ill say her name is Brittany for all intense purposes its not though) was still going to come by here. She and I hung out. She made an excuse that she had to let her dog out and so we went to her house. I spilled coffee on her pants totaly an accident and she said "damn I guess I have to take these off now". I didnt mean to respond the way I did but the first thing out of my mouth was "it wont bother me a bit". Now she is one fine ass girl and I surely didnt know what was going to happen next. She said that she wasnt gonna change in front of me but left her bedroom door open when she was changing, (I found out later she wanted me to go inand just take her) , but she took her pants off and casually just came back in the living room with just pink panties and said "I think this is what you are wanting to see". Then she says Ill show you my bewbs too so you have the full effect. At this point Im freaking this is my best friends girl but damn shes smoking hot and I couldn only do the right thing. That didnt stop me later that night. We left her house and I still didnt know what to think about this. Later that night she told me she had wanted to fuck me since she first laid eyes on me. The feeling was mutual. The thing is I should have they werent together then, and now Im in a spot. Here is my dillema. I stayed with her the last two nights and have probably fucked her close to 20 times. She is bi-sexual and has not been with a man before me in over two years including my friend. I totally freaking wrecked her pussy as I am not a small cocked fellow. We have wonderful sex and we are both fell for eacjh other what do i do?

I wanna see her get that ass wrecked who can help 

The events of this confession took place two nights ago now, so if in it you read "now" or "tonight" just know that it was actually two nights ago. I just wrote this whole thing down then and struggled to decide whether or not to upload it, but I really wanna share it so here we go, straight off my iphone notes :P.

"So I wanna start this by giving some information about myself. I'm a 19 year old straight male. I have brown hair and deep brown eyes. I'm 5ft 10inch and only 120 pounds :/. As I grew up I had a decent amount of meaningless "relationships". The only one of these I would consider to be a real mature relationship was the most recent one. I was dating the same girl for all of senior year and through the first 3 months of college. Long story short we split up on good terms and are actually still good friends, but at that moment I decided I was done dating until I got my shit together. This much later and let's just say my shit is definitely not together. So ever since I started dating this girl I had been having a strong urge to give a guy head. I've gotten a decent share of blow jobs and just really wanted to experience giving one, though I'm not at all attracted to men. I suppressed the fantasy by masturbating or picturing myself when my girlfriend was giving me head, instead of acting on the urge. Once me and my girlfriend broke up however I decided it was my mission to give some head! So for months I tried to convince the only 2 gay friends I have to let me suck their dicks. To my dismay neither of them wanted a free blow job :(. So finally I decided to expand my search of dicks outside of my friend group. After using facebook and twitter to locate people in my area I found a 21 year old who had graduated from the same school I did. He was right in my area, wasn't super sketchy, and I guess good looking? Idk I don't judge guys often on their looks but he definitely wasn't hideous. So I lead him on a few times being too nervous to commit to our plans and coming up with random excuses, till today. I woke up and for some reason decided enough was enough, that after a year and a half, I was finally going to just go for it. I texted him and arranged that he drive to my house at midnight and park in my driveway, while my parents were sleeping inside by the way. Never meeting this person in my life I walked outside, got in his car and shut the door. We both said hi and I immediately told him I was ready, due to me being a nervous wreck. I told him if he needed to do anything to my head or back to make the experience better for him then feel free to do so. I told him he had full right to take control and put me through the full experience. Now let me address this before hand, I'd love to brag and say my dick is massive, but that would be a lie. However it is no exaggeration when I say this kid's dick was ENORMOUS! After I told him this he slid his pants down shyly and slid his soft limp cock out, laughed awkwardly and told me he would try to get hard. About a minute later he said "it's kinda soft but you can try", so I just decided to go for it. I licked my lips and just went down on him. I started really slow and just tried hard not to put my teeth on his cock. After about 10 seconds however his soft limp dick just began expanding inside my mouth. No joke when I say his dick was atleast 8 inches hard if not longer. Once it started growing I stopped being nervous for some reason.I took one hand and put it on his chest and cupped his balls with the other hand. I went on being really slow and timid for about 2 minutes or so until i finally tried to go all the way down. I deep throated myself bad and gagged a little, I actually even said sorry while my mouth was around his cock :( which probably made it a little awkward for him looking back on it. I kept going though and finally found a good spot about 5 inches down his dick where I could slowly bob up and down without gagging. As I rubbed my hand across his balls and tried my hardest not to blow at giving a blow job he seemed to remember what I said. It's like a switch flipped and he just took complete control. He slowly ran one hand down my back and went for my pants, mind you I had worn a thong because I cross dress. (Yeah I know i'm fucked up) This didn't stop him though and neither did I when he thrusted 2 fingers DEEEEEP into my ass hole and began finger fucking me. He then took his other hand and moved both of my hands off his body and put them behind my back like I was handcuffed, He then placed his ass fucking arm on top of my arms pressing them down hard into my back. After that he took his free hand and put it on the back of my head and proceeded to fuck the living hell out of my mouth. I took all 8 inches of that dick at a mile a minute. It just slid down my throat like butter, completely ignoring my gag reflex and I was essentially degraded to a pocket pussy. It wen't on like this for 8 and a half minutes, sometimes slowing to give himself a break so he wouldn't cum too early, but never once letting me off his dick. After those 8 and a half minutes all he said was "here it comes" and not a second later a massive load shoots straight down my throat as he thrusts as far into my throat as he can one last time. He makes sure I eat it all and hold's my head like that for what seemed like atleast another 30 seconds before letting me off. I gathered myself up a bit after he took his fingers out of my ass and we said goodbye and I got out of the car. So basically as I sit here in bed with a stomach full of cum I reflect on the events of my day. I'm not sure I could have scripted a more perfect day to be honest. Hopefully you enjoy this day as much as I have :)! Should be able to do a part two coming up soon as we have already planned many more nights :)"

Welp here's my confession. You can believe it or not but at the end of the day I guess only him and I know this is the truth for sure. Feel free to comment and call me a horrible person or some other shit.

My wife doesn't wear thongs. She says they ride up her ass and feel weird. Last night I was changing the battery in my wireless mouse and I dropped the old one. Digging around for it on the floor under the foot of our bed, I found some purple thong underwear. I was curious, you know? Maybe she got them to surprise me with or something. So I went out to the living room, showed them to her, and asked her if she'd lost something sexy.

She started acting nervous and got a strange look on her face when I asked her to try them on for me. She took her shorts off, and then hesitated a moment before taking off her panties. She was really acting weird. She put them on and they didn't fit. My wife is very thin, with slender hips and a sexy little butt, and these were just too wide in the waist to stay up. I told her they were cute, trying to be nice, but she started to cry.

I told her it was okay. If she wanted to get a pair that fits better, that'd be sexy too. I was just trying to encourage her. Then she told me they weren't hers. Well, they had no tags, they looked like they'd been through the wash a few times, and they were on the floor under the bed... Naturally, I asked her whose they were. She told me they were her sister's. She started crying even more.

I asked why her sister's underwear would be under our bed. She told me she had sex with her sister. She said they'd been doing it for years, since she was ten. Her sister is two years older.

She said they stopped doing it whenever one of them had a boyfriend. They had agreed that was cheating. But her sister's boyfriend had just dumped her and she was upset and feeling so depressed when she came over earlier this week, and she was trying to comfort her and things just got carried away.

I'm not sure how to handle this. I'm not the slightest bit attracted to her sister. My wife is short and slender and cute with long brown hair and I love that. I love her. Her sister's as tall as I am, a big woman with curly red hair and an annoying voice. I don't want a threesome. I don't want my wife fucking her. It makes me feel kind of sick to think about. A threesome with someone attractive might be nice, but I've never really liked her sister, she's too much of a bitch for my taste.

I'm at work, because I didn't know what else to do today. We spent the night not talking to each other. I don't think either of us slept.

I won't post pictures of my wife. She's a schoolteacher and she'd get fired if pictures of her showed up on a porn site. I don't want to wreck her life, I just want to figure out how to stop feeling disgusted and angry with her.

Anyway, I know that a lot of the crap on this site is related to incest, and I expect a few really useless responses from some of the retards out there. I guess I was hoping that maybe someone here might have an idea of what I ought to do next? Maybe someone might have some insight into how these things come about and what to do when they fuck up everyone's life.

tl;dr - My wife cheated on me with her sister. I love her, but I'm really angry with her. Her sister's ugly and I wouldn't fuck her. How do I fix this mess?