I confess I jerk off and cum in gym clothes that the bitches leave in their office. I also put drops of cum in their lotion bottle and on their lipstick. Only if they knew they are wearing so much of me. Anyone else done the same? I just smile and they're clueless.

What the hell is wrong with you people always putting up a photo of some chick and asking people, "what would you do?" or "which one?" or whatever? Use your fucking imagination, dumbass fucking clueless bastards.

Hi,

I kind of want to hear your thoughts about something that I am kind of insecure about...
I posted this Anonymously because I don't want to attract the "wrong" people. And I please ask for nice comments or thoughts on this... I'm not comfortable with very explicit stuff...
I don't really know how to start...

I'm in my early 20s, I'm a girl, bisexual and like to show myself...

...To be honest, it's not that I show my body or anything around all the time for everyone to see...
I don't dare doing that. I sometimes, when I feel really good or excited(which happens often I'll admit that), I sometimes decide not to wear a bra and then, sometimes, wear something that is just a bit too low cut or too open or I open up my blouse just too much, so it's possible to take a look inside and then I do as if I don't know. But again, I only do this when I am really really excited or very comfortable.

Please notice that I use the word "sometimes" a lot.

Most of the times when I go out bra-less I do wear something more appropriate but I kind of make sure you can clearly see the outline of my boobs under the fabric or like in the summer I love to wear shirts or tops that are tight fit or sleeveless with widecut armholes, so you can see the sides of my boobs. But further than that is out of my comfort zone(maybe hard to believe but it is).
Talking about this gives me somewhat the same warm feeling...

I have an issue admitting to myself that I have this odd behavior ...

A couple of years ago, I googled something like "going out naked in public"(because I would one day like to do that, or something like that but I don't dare to)I had an idea of what I was looking for but was mostly kind of clueless. This site was somewhere in the results. There even are people(men too) that go a lot further than me(this is probably not news to you but for me I didn't know about it and I was feeling very uncertain about the whole situation and didn't dare talking about it). There's a word for it(nymphomania) but I don't like it. There's a kind of negative image to that word and it's too sexually loaded, but that is my opinion...

At work I would never do this, it probably would get me in trouble or get me fired. I wouldn't like that to happen. Inappropriate behavior is not something I would want to be fired for and as a woman you can get a bad reputation very easily.

When I go out and I'm in the mood, I also find it funny and even cute, when I look up and I see the "oh, I've been caught" look on their face and I actually get a kind of kick out of it and it is very arousing and I almost always am blushing too when they look back embarrassed... I'm usually also very careful about when and where I can do it, I only do that when I really like or have feelings for someone or when I'm extremely aroused. Usually guys don't know how to act and girls make me aware of it or give me that look...

It is not really meant to tease anyone but I know it obviously can seem like I do that.
It's part of who I am and I can't help it.

Don't get me wrong, I really like doing this, if I would dare or if it would be possible or acceptable, I would probably be nude all the time.
When I moved in my apartment, the moment mom and dad were gone home, I took it all off and even pulled the blinds all the way up, it was one of the best things I ever felt and it's still the first thing I do when I get home.
I also find it adorable to see the reaction when I invite a boyfriend or a girlfriend over and when I open the door and then I ignore the fact that I am totally naked. I will get dressed when he or she is not that comfortable with it though.

I kind of also want to stress the fact that I don't go around "doing" everybody. I'm not that sexually active. I only do that when I completely trust that person....

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

Last weekend was my 30th birthday party and I didsomething I didn't know I would ever do. I cheatedon my husband,But I didn't just cheat on my husband, I was fucked inour kitchen right behind my husband's back while heplayed super smash bros with our friends.His best friend pulled my panties to the side, bentme over our kitchen counter, and thrusted his rawdick into me with a hand slapped across my mouthto keep me silent. I felt every inch of him while myhusband AND his wife had fun with our friendsmaybe 30 feet away.He came inside of me before anyone had the chanceto even turn around. I feel like such a slut. His wifeand lare good friends too. I don't know what cameover me. Maybe we both drank too much. My husband, blue shirt, is clueless.

New bitch in the office just got my jizz treatment on her fuck me pro heels. She'll be clueless her stocking toes are smeared in my dried cum when we talk business.

Friday Night….

On a warm Friday evening back in 2019, around 6p, I get a desperate call from my best friend… “Can you stay at the house this weekend, entertain her, please” he desperately begins the call with? “Her” is his wife… I chime in “yeah man, she’s definitely feeling lonely lately” I say as I push for specifics…

(her and I chat, he and I chat, offering my opinion is very common as this has been the topic of conversation for quite some time)

Ignoring me completely, he continues,

“She keeps busting my balls, calling every 10 mins. She feels isolated, alone, you know how she is!” Again, I chime in, “brother she’s 40, the kids are almost out of the house, she wants you to spend time with her, take her to dinner, do shit”. He wants to respond but has nothing, he knows I’m right. “Brother, you both can afford to go do things, she wants to go places, experience life”.

For the record, and totally off topic. this man’s wife has the greatest pair of big fat tits. For those who think “bigger is better”, this is the one! Furthermore,
she’s thick but tone with dirty blonde hair, about 5’7”. Thinking about it, she has Kitty Lee’s body with a much prettier face.. A very attractive woman with a body built for fucking.

(according to hubby, she has a high sex drive and is very open minded… Cocksucker hit the lotto for sure)

With a long sigh he annoyingly utters what I could see coming from a mile away, “I don’t have time for this, Bobby is about to go on, can you stay at my place and keep her off my back so I can enjoy myself?”

And there it is…..

Honestly, he’s frustrated, I get it. He plans ahead for this weekend long festival well in advance, keeps her in the loop through the entire process, it’s kind of fucked thats she’s laying this guilt trip on him while he’s hours away. I’m torn, he’s been dropping the ball with regard to their marriage for a while now.. Then again, this is his once a year “get fucked up and jam out with thousands of dirty hippies weekend, “I suppose she should honor that.

Regardless…

Reluctantly, I respond with Sure man, I’ll head up there now and hang with her….” (honestly, I just want to hang at home, rub one out and crash, it’s been a long week but fuck it, she’s good people and fun to drink with)

Relieved, he replies “text me when you get up there, I’ll call and let her know, thanks brother” and quickly hangs up.. I set the phone down, take a deep breath, collect my shit and prepare for my hour long trip….

A bit of background on the friendship. Buddy and his wife married young, 18-19, had kids, they’re in their teens. We’ve known each other for about 20 years and they are 4-5 years my senior.

For the last few years we do dinner on Friday evenings at their place, a modest spot in the middle of cow country. We smoke, drink and eat well. I normally stay the night, sometimes sticking around on Saturdays to help with ongoing renovation projects.

We’re all an open book by the way, we know everything about each other. It’s actually very nice, I enjoy their company, as they definitely enjoy mine..

I’m divorced, have a great job and a high school age kid. I also have a very comfortable couch and plenty of food in a decent suburban apartment.
An apartment I will enjoy some other time, my drive is complete..

Teresa (wife) is on the porch, shorts, tank top, drinking a rum and coke. She has her hair in a ponytail, which is new for her. She normally dresses like a Sunday school teacher. Her hair always down, outfits very conservative, “boring” is the best way to put it. She certainly doesn’t show off her figure, her gigantic tits always put away, which is a shame quite frankly..

With a hug and peck on the cheek, I make a sarcastic comment, as I normally do, “sweet handle bar, you’re missing one side”. Teresa gives me a “you’re not funny” smirk” and proceeds to tell me that she’s been “experimenting with new styles”.

I waste no time, “you got it, flaunt it, I know Sam (hubby) would like to see more of you experimenting”. She immediately lets out a laugh, like, a quick chuckle filled with doubt, if that makes sense?

Again, in a serious tone I proclaim, “seriously, switch it up, show him you still got it, let him see other men gawk at you, get that little head going…..” She looks at me defeated and says “he knows what I have, what he has access to. He chooses to ignore me” using her hands to outline her breasts and body, exactly how the Price is Right women would display a new prize.. “I’m lonely, tired of being treated like I don’t exist. Months ago I asked him to sit the festival out” she exclaimed. “I asked if we could go away, focus on us for a minute, that I needed him…” Starting to well up, she rhetorically asks “Where is he” as she walks into the house….

So here I am, barely been there 10 minutes, she’s already crying and I’m on the porch by myself thinking “you couldn’t of talked about something else, you had to immediately bring up her failing marriage, good job jackass”….

She’s a strong woman, emotional and poetic, but tough. It wasn’t long before I hear her calling my name from inside the house. I take a deep breath and head inside. Teresa is in the kitchen, she cleaned herself up and is mixing both of a strong cocktail. Without missing a beat, she hands me my drink, we cheers and take a sip as she immediately picks up from where we left off.

As she starts to speak I take a step forward and gently lean in to give her a warm, comforting hug. I definitely surprised the shit out of her. At first she was stiff as board, cold, surprised at my very forward act. It took a minute before you could feel her body relax…. Not saying a word, we stood there hugging, my arms around her upper shoulders, hers around d my waste. Both of us, a firm yet gentle embrace, you could tell it meant something. It was quite nice if I’m being honest.

(being a dude, I have to point out how great her tits felt pressed against my chest, I finally have visual confirmation, as well as touch, of just how fucking big they are. Her puffy hard nipples, pressed against my chest, perfecto!)

After what felt like 20 minutes, I now have a rock hard dick so I pull away. “You’re a smart, beautiful, sexy woman who deserves happiness” I say, as I try to conceal my very obvious excitement. She looks at me and smiles as I conclude my thought “ponytail and tank top, my new favorite look” as I look down, laser focused on her giant titties that were currently on display, hours and hours of fun, beautiful cleavage, no bra)

Remember when I said “we know everything about each other?” It’s no secret hubby and I both have a thing for huge giant titties, conversations she’s been privy too, normally just giggling and walking away.. Staring down at them was certainly knew, however, she was well aware of my infatuation, in general, for big natural breasts. Yeah, I’ve looked at her, but nothing more than looking, in my head she’s a no-go, off limits..

It’s at that moment, still in our embrace, she says “I have to come clean”. Oh boy” spews out of my mouth as I question her, not with words, but wi5 the look in my eyes….

“I’ve had a crush on you for the last 20 years.” And don’t worry, Sam knows, he thinks it’s funny. “But, I want you to know, I’ve always had a thing for you.” Shocked, I ask “When me and the ex visited you, is this why you treated her poorly? Shaking her head in agreement, Teresa responds “that bitch took you for granted, treated you like shit for years”, you deserved better, fuck her”.

I laugh out loud as I share “she’s my one and only bad lay, dead inside and in the sack, terribly boring with no enthusiasm, a waste……” Teresa chuckles and shares “well, at least Sam has a big dick but I fantasize about other people when he fucks me. The one or two times a month he does fuck me, I keep my eyes closed, I go through the motions to keep my life semi-normal, but I’m not in love with him anymore, too many years have gone by, I’m over it”.

“Teresa, I had no idea it was this bad, I know he can be a dick, but never thought it was on this level, what are you going to do?” Teresa takes a step back, grabs our drinks and confidently shares “Hanna has three years of school left” as she hands me my drink, “once she graduates and goes to college, I’m leaving”. Her eyes start to fill with tears as we both take a big gulp of intoxicatingly strong rum and cokes… She leans over, grabs a tissue and wipes her eyes as we both take a well deserved gulp of mind numbing spirits…

Our drinks polished off, Teresa quickly time for another” as she grabs my glass and heads for the counter…… Unsure of what to say, completely blown away with the last hour of my life, Teresa swings her head around, ponytail in the air, and says “I’m sorry if my confession has made you uncomfortable, that was not my intention, I just needed you to know” as she turned her head forward to focus on drinks.

I don’t know what came over me, but I felt this urge to hold her.. The last hour had quickly turned in an emotional adventure for the two of us. However, she had a minimum of three years of hell to go through, which saddened me. I had lived that life and it miserable, my heart ached for her.

Throwing caution to the wind, I walked over and wrapped my arms around her stomach, careful to stay below her breasts, resting my head on her shoulder. She took a deep breath and reached for my arms. I whispered in her ear, “I’m here for you” as she let out a whimper and sigh of relief.

It wasn’t long before my dick was coming to life.. She was absolutely pressing her ass just enough for my guy to feel it. Moving from side to side, T was knowingly trying to get me hard and I could care less. I whisper in her ear “I know what you’re doing”, as I begin to mirror her movements, moving my dick from side to side, pushing in….

With both a whimper and deep breath Teresa takes her hand and begins to run it along my covered dick.. “Oh yeah” she says as I let out a gentle moan, immediately, and slowly, moving my fingers to the base of her giant breasts. I think to myself, “Finally” as I open my hands and grab the biggest pair of tits I’ve ever felt. Teresa let’s out a soft moan, catching her breath enough to say “please fuck me!”

Im so fucking hard I can’t stand it, as I respond “soon baby, soon” as I move my right hand inside her waistband, her pussy and clit my targets. She moans out again as I take my left hand, already squeezing and pinching her left nipple, I quickly grab her throat, pulling her head to my my face, forcefully, T whimpering away “How bad do do you want my dick in you” I whisper as she runs her tongue along her upper lip..

3 seconds later, and not missing a beat, Teresa, her hand in my pants now, my dick in hand……. Actually, it’s more like, “Teresa the magician, her hands suddenly down my pants, with a king fu grip on my dick, a grip so tight she could tell you how many beats per minute my heart was pumping” she’s rapid fire jerking me, it’s to tip, long strong stokes……

In return, my left hand still gripping her neck and my right hand buried in her pussy, I have two fingers fucking her pussy while rubbing and pressing her clit with her thumb.. T, well, she starts to moan and loudly and shake as she nutted all all over my fingers….

Teresa hadn’t been touched like this for some time, that was evident!

I nibble on her ear lobe, as she catches her breath, still feeling the effects of my fingers…. I whisper, “now you can have my dick”, slide me into your pussy” as I turn her to the right, and bend her over her kitchen table.. With my dick rock hard and still in her hand, I grab her ponytail and make my way for her opening.. With my left hand, now gripping the sexiest tits I’ve ever played with, I turn her head toward mine and say “that’s my pussy” as she loudly grunts out “take your pussy” as she rests my dickhead at the opening of her love canal..

Deep breath, deep breath as I tease Teresa with my dick, ready to push in fully, sliding in, the phone rang.. I pause, caught of guard by the phone, I say “fucking figures” as T slams her ass backwards and takes my dick…. “Yeah it does” she says as I quickly remember what my objective is….Pony-tail pulled back, left hand firmly holding a giant tit, sexy mom/wife panting as her wet pussy is ready to make a mess, I lay into to her, hard, deep, and aggressive, phone ringing off the hook…..

Let’s be honest… This didn’t last long… 5-6 minutes later, as our hearts race, Teresa screams out “you’re going to make me cum” in what I can only describe as a surprised tone.. “You’re pussy s soaked i murmur, ponytail still in hand, her back still arched, her moans and pants, now similar to a countdown. She’s ready to blow boys!! I give her everything I have, table creaking, both of us moaning loudly, Teresa’s pussy tightens…..

That’s all it took! In unison, I thrusted as deep as I could into her tightened pussy, and fucking unloaded as T let me know just how appreciative she was, nearly falling over as she came all over my dick. With her ponytail still in hand, left titty still firmly in my clutch, I bit on her ear and neck as we both appreciated just felt the effects of a fantastic nut……

A few minutes later, both of us, chuckling and giddy, completely spun from what just happened, get a drink of water. As I’m guzzling like a thirsty African baby, T pipes up and says “I haven’t came like that in years” as she stood back and took a sip of water, almost shocked at what happened. I ask if everything is ok and she quickly says “oh yes” as she intentionally spills water out of her mouth and down her huge jugs. “Thirsty” she asks as I quickly do what a man with a huge natural tit fetish does, as I grab both tits, in a loving embrace, pull them to my face, kiss her deeply and begin sucking her nipples………

Oh yeah, the ringing phone? That was Sam, I forgot to let him know I had arrived… No worries, 60 seconds after pumping his wife full of my nut, as I’m sucking her tits, Sam called back.. T answered, out of breath, Sam completely unfazed, he babbled away, praising me up and down to T, as she stroked my dick.

Sam, “so happy” that I “gave up my weekend to help him out”, requested me on the phone.. “Yo brother” I shout as he immediately thanks me then starts a long winded diatribe, excited to share the highlights of the bands, the setting and the great food. T, left to her own devices, grabs my dick, fat tits swinging, full naked body, she leads me by my dick to the couch as she holds up two fingers…. Sam, he’s still raving about his stress free hippy induced weekend, clueless to the fact that as I say ”sounds like so much fun brother” his wife is on her back, legs spread, pussy soaked, guiding my dick back in the very same spot Sam used to call home.. Round 2 has indeed started,,

Sam called back the next day, he and I on the phone for quite awhile. I remember him saying “its much more relaxed now” as he immediately started the process of repeating the same shit he said the night before, which led to him thanking me again for getting his wife off his back… “Yeah man, she seems happy to have company” I blurt out as he asks for me to put her on the phone…

“Oh man, she’s at the market” I say, as Sam chuckles quite loudly, blurting out “yeah she loves spending my money,” as he chuckled on, eventually saying “I’ll call later” as he hung up…. I’d imagine he saw a half naked dirty chick, or dudes eating shrooms, which is why he just hung up.. He was “on to the next one” ass they say…

Speaking of which…

I’m triple checking to make sure the phone is off screaming out “I can’t hold it anymore!” T, mouth soaked with saliva and spit, and clearly not at the market, grabs my nuts and slams her face to the base of my dick, not missing a beat, or drop, as she emptied my sack deep in her throat… Like a bitch, I screamed out as I felt every last drop empty my nuts. By the way, a second orgasm not long after a man’s first orgasm is quite intense, it’s quite nice!

Teresa enjoyed sucking my dick with her husband on the phone. Admittedly, I enjoyed it as well. The threat of getting caught is quite addictive. So much so, we test the limits of our sexual prowess weekly. I fuck my friends wife regularly, right under his nose..

Case in point-

Friday before Christmas, while Sam sits in his recliner, stoned out of his mind, eating cookies zoned out, Teresa and I will go for a night walk. Sam completely unfazed and happy to have the tv to himself, clueless that his wife and over night guest are 20 ft away, watching him watch tv, fucking like school kids. Me squeezing her nipples, smacking that ass, pulling her hair, drilling her pussy! Teresa, holding onto a tree, taking my dick from behind like the good girl she is, her fat little pussy tightening as she cums, while empty my seed deep into her, fully embraced, while hubby watches cartoons or some shit…

Or right now.. He just got in the shower. T, in a flannel, no bra, immediately goes in and grabs a tissue, making sure the coast is clear. Sam, fully engulfed in washing his ass has no idea his wife literally walked out of the bathroom, about 10ft, slide her pants down and sat on his buddies dick. Of course, I’m unbuttoning and pulling the monsters out, as the smell of Irish Spring permeates the air..

Till next time..

I'm a 6'6 white guy. All my girlfriends were spinners, tallest many 5'6, a few Latinas but mainly White. My wife's a 5'3 redhead, very pale. Anyhow last week I had to do an airport pickup down in the city. It's the yearly mother-in-law visit out to see the grandkids. Afternoon flight, I leave early to dodge traffic. 3hr drive, app on the phone texts the delay when I'm halfway there. Screw it I know a local go-go bar. It's topless, cheap, big hits and cold beers. Thing is it's a Black neighborhood, this is post BLM, I wasn't sure how my showing up would go. I show up, I walk in, cash is king and they're empty anyways. There's a couple busty Latinas and a slim top heavy Black girl. Im the only guy. I'm polite, we all laugh and flirt. I'm nursing the beer since I have to drive. It comes out that I dated Latinas, never dated Black. Well she hears that and now I've got a beautiful Ebony ass rubbing my crotch. It's teasing, Latinas are egging her on, she's definitely got me hot. She gets between me and the bar, then turns, bends over, and full on presses into me. That's when I felt her hands. She's tracing my cock through my shorts with her fingertips. A gentle tug and she slips my shorts down. As she's guiding and teasing with one hand the other goes in her purse. Wasn't planned, in fact I was talking to the Latinas while it happened, but she slipped one on and slipped me in. So that's that I've got a Black girl bent over the bar and a Latina kissing me. I keep a steady rhythm. Just enough to be exciting but want to make it last. Latina kissing my puts her hand down there for some extra tease. Didn't take long I feel the Black girl tighten. She probably thought I'd pop, I didn't. I fucked her right through it and kept going. You could hear her breath change and the other Latina started cracking jokes about her going early. The kissing Latina and I rolled her a second time. This time I reached under and pinched the Black Girl's pencil nips while the Latina smothered me in her tits. Felt her tighten a second time, still didn't pop. Latina says flat out that the Black girl better turn around and start sucking. Fuck she was good. DT, playing with my balls, sloppy and amazing and Latina kept kissing while the other joked. I felt the rubber slide off as the joker whispered in my ear. Two Latinas jerking me on an eager tongue, they pulled up at the last minute and the Black Girl got sprayed. 5 ropes, just one after the other. One Latina kissing, the other laughing, put my dick in her mouth right after. Truth is I wanted more. She got up and I turned her around. Bent her over a second time, new rubber, fucked her as hard as I could. So hot fucking a hoe whose already got your cum on her face. I just  hammered her until we both popped. I didn't realize until after that 6 huge Black guys had walked in and watched the show. They didn't even let her clean up. Once I popped the Latina moved me over and they ran a train on her Black ass. The Latina cracking jokes climbed on the bar, spread, and made the Black chick eat her. I cleaned up, finished my beer, and picked up the mother-in-law 20 minutes later. Completely clueless, kept saying how relaxed I looked.

HELP ME "seduce" my friend!

I am a 22 year old bi-curious guy. I have a girlfriend who I've been dating for several years now, but there are things I want to try out with other guys.

I am going to spend a few days/nights at my friend's flat. He lives alone and we're really good friends, so I would like to try things wih him. I know he hasn't had a girlfriend for a long time and hasn't had any action going on, so I guess he should be pretty horny and craving for a blowjob or whatever.

I just need some pieces of advice on how to "seduce" him into letting me blow him at least because I am clueless.

Here is what we usually do when I'm at his flat:

We drink beer, talk, and use our laptops (from 2 separate rooms) to play on the computer. We also roleplay a lot on instant messaging softwares, meaning that we have an established universe we play in with either him or me being the gamemaster. At the moment I am the gamemaster, which is likely to be the case during my stay, and he's playing a female character. I have tried initiating some erotic scenes and trying to get him play out the character, but he always sort of skips the parts.

Please give me a few pieces of advice and I will report each day/night about what happened the previous day! I hope something good will turn out of it!

Nights in Arlen
A KotH sex story
By: null

It was about 9:30 PM on a Tuesday night in Arlen, TX. Luanne Platter and her friend Jaime are sat on Jaime’s 2nd floor apartment balcony. Not a big place at all but Jaime kept it clean and welcoming. Hot but with a nice breeze blowing, the two of them are in shorts and sneakers. Luanne decided on a black bra and white tank top for her visit. Jaime’s was the last place on earth where Luanne felt comfortable and somewhat normal. Jaime has on a hoody but her D breasts are not easily stashed away.

“It’s getting late Jaime… I have to go soon” said Luanne as she tapped out another cigarette from her friends pack, her 3rd that hour.
“Do you want to go to Sugarfoots tomorrow? I’ll give you a ride. I definitely saw a ‘help wanted’ sign. They would hire you in a second!” said Jaime, Luanne’s friend of a few years. Not as pretty as Luanne but built the same way and on par mentally.
“I don’t know. I guess. I hate waiting tables. It’s like being a servant. You have to be happy when you’re really not.”
Luanne was visibly troubled and her friend was getting worried. Luanne had been broken up with Lucky for two months. Even before her and Lucky hit the rough patch that led to their parting ways her attitude had been different. Not the happy, blissfully clueless, piece of southern thickness those who know her have come to expect and love. These last few months she’s always seemed preoccupied and when questioned dismissive and distant.
“Luanne, what’s wrong? You’re not being Luanne. Are you still hung up on Lucky?” asked Jaime.
“I don’t want to talk about it, Jaime.”
Jaime grew worried and decided to change the subject.
“So do you want to go to Luke’s Saturday night? He and his friends are crazy! We need to just wear next to nothing, go there, and show off. Then leave early. They’ll be so about us then we’ll just leave!” Jaime envisioned their victory and laughed. Her chest bouncing as she didn’t have any support on.
“I don’t know, maybe.” Luanne responded, blankly, as she finished another of her friend’s cigarettes.
Jaime was sure a wild night of flirting and showing off followed by an abrupt departure would be just what Luanne needed to get her back on the right track. She felt accomplished already. In the way that she and Luanne’s type often do as they envision their future through rose colored glasses.
“Alright, I gotta go. So you can give me a ride tomorrow?” asked Luanne, with a curious increase in vocal energy that Jaime could not explain.
“Anytime, just call. I’m off all day.”
Luanne made eye contact with Jaime for the first time in 15 minutes.
“You’re the best” said Luanne.
Jaime felt sad at that moment. It confused her as this small compliment should have lit her up. It didn’t and it was the way Luanne said it. As if it meant something more than a simple thank you. She stood up and squeezed Luanne tight. Their breasts each flowing outward as they tried to escape the pressure of the embrace.
“I love you girl… you know that right?” asked Jaime.
“Yea, I love you too Jaime. Mind if I take a cig for my walk home?”
“Take them. I have a carton in the fridge.”
“Thanks” Luanne responded, relieved. She squeezed back to equal Jaime’s embrace.

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As Luanne walked home one thought, and one thought alone, was dominating her. She literally had to shake her head once in an attempt to push it away. The wind was calmer now. It was summer so kids were out playing hide and go seek. She saw a young boy find and start chasing a younger girl. The young girl was laughing uncontrollably as the boy tackled her onto the grass. Luanne was struck with a profound feeling of nostalgia. As she watched her steps she reminisced on her summer nights as a young girl running from boys. She tossed a cigarette butt into a drain. She crossed her arms under her breasts and her cleavage grew. The good memories of summers past were distorted then gone, replaced by a knot in her stomach. She had begun to hate her body. She hated that her breasts were so big. At one time they were such a source of confidence and pride. Now they disgusted her. As she thought about this she almost wanted to uncross her arms as she could not even stand indirectly touching them. She hated her golden blonde hair. A feature all of her girlfriends constantly said they wished they could have. “You can fucking have it” she thought. Anymore she just wore it in a lazy pony-tail. She hated her thick, round, protruding ass. Something most girls would hate but she loved once upon a time. An asset guys in her area were most keen on. She knew what she had and she flaunted it. Now, it was most decidedly a hate filled relationship. With her chest she could cover up, which she did when she was anywhere but at Jaime’s. But with her ass there was nothing she could do. All of her clothes were what they were. Short, tight, or revealing. In most cases all of the above. As she thought about her wardrobe she began to hate the girl she used to be. This caused her to tear up a little as the thought of hating ones younger and more innocent self is tremendously complicated and confusing. Luanne would never think on that sort of ‘meta’ level but she did know what she felt and it was weird. As she turned down the alley behind Rainy Street her steady pace was significantly slowed as her eyes met the yellow walls of the Hill residence off in the distance. Red truck parked in the driveway. For a second all thoughts and feelings were absent as if she were a deer in headlights. Slowly a feeling of dread surrounded her. She had been down this alley hundreds of times. If she had any talent in her hands she could draw it from memory. That said, for the past few months it has felt absolutely alien to her. She tightened the cross under her pale, ample boobs and began the final trek home. She was sick to her stomach now. She felt sweat beginning to accrue on her forehead. Her jaw was tight. Her hands were clenched. This all became apparent at once as she landed her first step on the driveway.
“Luanne!”
She felt as if she was hit on the back of her head as all the feeling of the past minute was instantly gone.
“Luanne look!”
She turned and looked towards the sound of her name. Bobby and Joseph were running toward her. Bobby was holding something in his hands.
“Bobby, what?” Luanne called out half in a daze having come from the mind state she was in.
“It’s a frog we found down by the Johnsons pond. Look how big it is!” Bobby cried.
Bobby and Joseph arrived at where Luanne was standing sweating and dirty. In Bobby’s hands was a rather massive green frog.
“Bobby that’s gross” Luanne said half aware.
“Do you think Dad will let it in the house?”
Luanne felt a quick jolt of electricity shoot from her head to her toes when Bobby mentioned him.
“I don’t know Bobby. Maybe you should let Joseph keep it tonight and find out in the morning. He might be sleeping” Said Luanne with ulterior motives for keeping him unbothered if at all possible.
Suddenly aware that he’s been mentioned by Luanne Joseph’s gaze was broken away from her thick round ass.
“Yea, my dad won’t care!” he stammered trying not to lose the image of Luanne’s deeply defined ass crack and underwear lines in her tight red cotton shorts.
“OK, Joseph. We can keep it at your house. But if my dad says it’s OK he’s moving in tomorrow! Now come on your mom got us hot pockets for the sleep over!” Bobby cried.
They both ran off towards Dale’s house. Joseph clumsily looking back at Luanne then disappearing behind his dads minivan. Luanne felt sick again as a result of seeing the dead insect on Dales truck. “He’s gross” she thought as she considered the type of guy who would have that on his truck. Then she turned and walked towards the sliding glass doors. Now sick to her stomach for another reason.

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The light were on but nobody was in the kitchen. The thought had occurred to her to rip one final cigarette before she went in but at this point was numb and plus Aunt Peggy didn’t want her sneaking cigarettes in the back yard anymore. The numbness was slightly lessened at the thought of Aunt Peggy. Basically Luanne’s mom now she felt close to her but more on a friendship level. She thought Aunt Peggy was one of the most intelligent people in the world even though most of the world thought, while friendly in her own way, she was an over confident windbag. Suddenly Luanne became aware she was standing at the sliding glass door looking into the house but unable to open the door. She was temporarily frozen in time as she neither wanted to go in nor continue to stand there looking like a weirdo. As she began to raise her hand to the door the light went off in the kitchen. Luanne stood there with her hand on the door handle for a few seconds. Then she slowly opened it. There was no risk of creaking or grinding as he kept everything in perfect working order. This thought caused knot to return. She slowly closed the door behind her and locked it. As she walked to the doorway to the living room she could hear Aunt Peggy talking to herself. Something about “fixing something when he should be in bed”. The acute awareness that often goes with sneaking around suddenly fell out of her. Numbness was all that was left. He was awake. In the garage. The sweat returned to her forehead. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn’t want to talk to Aunt Peggy in this state so she waited in the dark kitchen until she heard Aunt Peggy in her bedrooms bathroom then slipped into her bedroom. She shut the door and leaned against it. No lock on the door. There used to be one until a few months ago. She started crying quietly. She sat down on her bed and took her shoes off. She had white ankle socks on with pink paws dotted throughout. She peeled off her red shorts and dropped them into her hamper. The white cotton underwear matched her socks. She slipped on Jaime’s Arlen High sweatpants and got under her covers. She felt exhausted from the mental anguish of the past hour. Foolishly she held onto a single hope as she always did at this moment. Laying on her side in her room in his house she hazily stared at the clock on her night stand. Cigarette smoke and winterfresh gum on her breath. The clock read 10:32 PM…

To be continued.

98% of men suck at being men when it comes to sex. Simply fucking clueless!

Iconfess.... I know who I am. I am a lot of things, and for the sake of time and space I'll just touch on the key parts that that I believe are actuall virtues in a persons life that not everyone else has. Now don't confuse this for pride because its not. I am thankfull and blessed that I am the person that most people know.
I have a close crew, friends.... the people that I get about 15 calls from a day to ask me anything from advice, talk about music, yada yada and so on...
but I value that. Is it due to my good personality, my ability to converse, or just my ability to listen? Im not sure All I know is my friends like me, they dismiss the rumors despite the fact that ive told them half the time it isn't rumors. And that leaves me to wonder why it is that theyre so quick to forgive. Maybe they shouldn't but that's how my life is.
If any of you have been with me for the past few years you know my life is an open book. I really don't see the use in trying to lie about something that can at times be so obvious. Ive had this side of me, a demon if you will, that ive fought with since I can remember.. prolly since around nine. If you ask me straight up I wont blame anything or anyone, it is and will always be on me. But to make things clear nowdays nobody is making easier on me.... Sluts, and ill be straight up about it. Moms, Daughters, young girls are all walking around made up to look like any mans sex fantasy wearing their hair and make up, not to mention the 6 inch stripper heels.(And I don't care if you bought them at khols theyre stipper heels if they are 6 inches).
And all of this is thrown in my face everyday. I basically am walking around in a strip club everyday except for girls not hitting the pole. cause if you wanna be honest youre all dressing like strippers. I think you women... and girls, who you should be mothers to, need to know that not everyone is born to hold back such strong sexual urges when theyre inundated day in and day out with your care free promiscuity.
If you want to get mad at me for finding a release on a bullshit website that no-one but sickos go to anyway then live with it. Im not saying what anyone on this website is doing right, or that its ok: but what I am saying take what comes with the territory. If you dress to be sexualized not every guy you come in contact with will be able to handle it the same way. at least I can say I didn't run up, rape anyone, forcibly make sexual advances, or make anyone feel unconforatable when I was around.... most of the time I would just stay away.

Im going to say goodbye to you guys now.... honestly when the motto of the site said go ahead no ones listening I took that a little bit to litteral. But im going to leave here more conscious than before and no,t how should I say.... oh "clueless" like youll be tomorrow and the next day expexcting no consequences for "who you are" or "how you dress". everyone is held accountable for whatever they do. yall have a good day

oh lol.... I would sign of as my name but considering everything on this stupid website is pointless, including making an account I guess youll just have to assume who wrote this. (double you see)

What are the clueless inquiring about today ?

Any clueless unaware woman? More shitfaced the better  or perhaps stories?

Clueless Cutie

The unspoken truth about sluts and creepshots, by a woman

Listen up, you dumb bitches, you stupid cunts. You think you're all innocent, dressing in those skin-tight leggings and skirts so short you might as well be showing your fucking snatch? Wake the fuck up. When you get dressed, you know exactly how much of your ass or tits are going to be on display. You're not fucking stupid; you know what you're doing when you bend over in public like a bunch of cock-teasing whores.Creepshotters are just capturing what you're already putting out there for free. If you don't want your slutty ass plastered all over the internet, cover up, you dumb whores. It's that simple. You wear those leggings where every fucking curve is screaming 'look at me,' or that skirt where one bend shows off your thong - you're practically begging for the camera, you dumb bitches.Now, let's talk about this empowerment bullshit. You claim you're empowered when you dress like you're looking for a fuck, then cry when someone takes notice? What a load of crap. Creepshots are just a compliment, a way of saying you've got a body worth looking at. You want attention? Here's your fucking attention. But then comes the whining about privacy and consent, acting like fucking hypocrites. You know exactly what you're showing off, and if you didn't want to be noticed, you wouldn't dress like you're in heat.Creepshotters are merely taking what you're offering on a silver platter. Stop pretending you don't know how much you're flaunting. You dumb bitches are so fucking clueless. If you can't handle the attention, don't dress like a slut. This isn't about misogyny; it's about you being too fucking stupid to understand the reality. We control our image, and if we choose to look like we're begging for it, we should own that shit.So, creepshotters are just documenting your exhibitionism for everyone to enjoy. If you're out there showing off your pussy or ass, you're inviting the world to take a look. Don't act shocked when someone does. Women have always used their bodies to get what they want; this is just the modern, trashy version.In public, you're fair game. Dressing like that in public is consent to be part of the show. You think you're empowered by showing off? No, you're just empowering creeps to take your picture. If you like being objectified, at least admit it. Men can walk around shirtless and it's fine, but you dumb bitches cry when your ass gets photographed. Equal fucking rights, right?Creepshotting is just freedom of expression. We're appreciating your slutty display. Society's getting more open about sex; creepshots are just part of that. You're part of this shift, so quit your bitching.You stupid, dumb women need to get this through your thick skulls: if you dress like whores, expect to be treated like whores. Creepshotters are just giving you what you've been asking for, so shut the fuck up about it. If you don't like it, change how you dress, you dumb cunts. Stop playing the victim when you're the ones putting on the show.

Clueless tramp needs a filling

When my mother in law visits I always end up taking her dirty panties and rubbing them all over my face and cock. I love smelling her pussy and ass. I rub her clean ones on my balls while I inhale the smell of her dirty ones and I'll blow cum all over her dirty clothes. I'll usually then wear basketball shorts with no underwear and go talk to her so she can see the outline of my swollen cock, clueless that I was just violating her panties. It's hot talking to her when I can still smell her dirty asshole in my mouth. 

Another married closet slut with a clueless husband.

Clueless Lips

Fuck yess. Definitely gotta run this scenario on my man after a few drinks. Would love to have one of my regs in the same room watching while he's clueless.

On a business trip. Did the whole call the wife to check in BS. Told her it was on speaker so I could shave. Really just wanted my coworker to hear it. Wife's always been jealous of her. Sure enough she asks if I'm having fun and if Becky's at the convention. I said I ran into her. Wife keeps talking shit.

Fun fact, when two women hate each other and you're in the middle it's awesome head!

Becky fucking worked that shit. No warning, no time to grab her hair. I just fucking exploded down that throat. I say I gotta go. Quick love yous and hung up. Becky couldn't stop laughing. Cum on her face, cum on her tits, just fucking exploded. She told me to post it because Judi is clueless!

Funny and fucking tragic at the same time.  Goes to show women will go in clueless for dick 

I confess my GF is a major cock whore when she is drunk and I love it. Whenever she drinks too much she wants to pick up 2-3 other guys at the bar and bring them back home with us. It usually involves just blow jobs for the guys while I fuck her brains out and she loves getting her tits covered in stranger's cum while I blow my load inside her. It is one of her strict rules that I am only allowed to fuck her, but I've been secretly breaking that rule on her.

It started out around her 26th birthday.. We were both really into creampie porn. My favorite was gang bang creampies where the girl would take and hold tons of loads then ride the last cock letting it all out. Almost every time we fucked it ended with me busting inside her. She said she loved the feeling of how hard I would get right before exploding and loved the feeling of my cock pulsing inside her. I kept trying to persuade her to take more than just me but she would go back to her one rule..

I posted a classified ad on craigslist on the day of her birthday. That night we went out with a group of friends to hit the local bars. We served her drinks one after another to have a good time. Around midnight I went and checked my phone to see about 20 emails about my ad. I went through and selected a handful of guys to meet me back at our place. I left the bathroom and saw the alcohol catching up to her so we decided to leave. On the way home she was all over me asking to fuck and trying to get in my pants. I told her she would have to wait for that until we got home.

We pulled in our parking spot and she was practically passed out in the passenger seat. I noticed more cars than normal by our place so I knew no one was flaking. I helped her out and brought her upstairs to the bedroom where I undressed her, at this point she was completely out of it. I went downstairs and let these 5 white guys into our place and led them up to the bedroom. They went in the bedroom with me one by one and would see her completely exposed to fuck her. I made sure they all fucked her raw and came inside of her. All 5 came and all 5 went as she laid there with a pussy full of cum.

I went back in the room and nudged her telling her how horny I was and I wanted to fuck her. She was completely clueless of what happened. She woke up in a drunken stupor dripping cum out of her pussy. She asked me what it was and I just told her she was really turned on from earlier. She hopped on top of me and rode me until I came with all the other guys' cum running down my cock.

The next morning she came into the kitchen as I was making breakfast and came behind me whispering in my ear that she loved all the cock she took last night.

Clueless

My daughter has absolutely no clue that her girlfriend has been blowing me for the past 3 months. It's a "business arrangement". She's 19 so it's all good. 3 months ago I joked that I'd give her $20 to lift her shirt and  flash her bikini top. Total joke, monopoly money an everything. She fired back the " if it was real". That led to the "no top" counter. She got $20, I got her topless. No one around so no one knew. One evening a few weeks later that escalated, $80, she sucked me off. Since then it's been a weekly thing (literally my Saturday). My daughter works weekends. She has no clue that 30 minutes after I drop her off at work I'm fucking her girlfriend's face. Get sucked, blow it, feel her swallow, worth every penny. I think of it as an investment since she spends it on my daughter anyways. I know she's fucking her. She's told me plenty, how she loves being fingered deep while my daughter rides her face. She loves to tease me about it while she jerks and sucks until I just grab her hair and fuck that mouth.So yeah, happy Saturday.

Best part, she's a fluffer. After my little sessions I head home, fuck the wife, make her go, make her cry, make her go again. No ones home it's just us so I can do whatever.  I'm drained so she has to work twice as hard to get me off. Recently I started doing other shit. Tying her up. Blindfold. Feather and Crop, Last weekend I got her off 3 times then put a toy up her ass for the very first time. Face fucking her with a toy in her ass was awesome. Throated her, made her gag, total mess and even while she was laying there after with a face full of cum,  it was still in her ass. I fingered her to number 4 with it in her ass then pulled it. Eyes rolled, all smiles rest of the day. She was still smiling after i picked my daughter up from work. So yeah daughter's clueless, girlfriend's making $80 a week and my wife is on cloud 9.

I confess my GF is a major cock whore when she is drunk and I love it. Whenever she drinks too much she wants to pick up 2-3 other guys at the bar and bring them back home with us. It usually involves just blow jobs for the guys while I fuck her brains out and she loves getting her tits covered in stranger's cum while I blow my load inside her. It is one of her strict rules that I am only allowed to fuck her, but I've been secretly breaking that rule on her.

It started out around her 26th birthday.. We were both really into creampie porn. My favorite was gang bang creampies where the girl would take and hold tons of loads then ride the last cock letting it all out. Almost every time we fucked it ended with me busting inside her. She said she loved the feeling of how hard I would get right before exploding and loved the feeling of my cock pulsing inside her. I kept trying to persuade her to take more than just me but she would go back to her one rule..

I posted a classified ad on craigslist on the day of her birthday. That night we went out with a group of friends to hit the local bars. We served her drinks one after another to have a good time. Around midnight I went and checked my phone to see about 20 emails about my ad. I went through and selected a handful of guys to meet me back at our place. I left the bathroom and saw the alcohol catching up to her so we decided to leave. On the way home she was all over me asking to fuck and trying to get in my pants. I told her she would have to wait for that until we got home.

We pulled in our parking spot and she was practically passed out in the passenger seat. I noticed more cars than normal by our place so I knew no one was flaking. I helped her out and brought her upstairs to the bedroom where I undressed her, at this point she was completely out of it. I went downstairs and let these 5 white guys into our place and led them up to the bedroom. They went in the bedroom with me one by one and would see her completely exposed to fuck her. I made sure they all fucked her raw and came inside of her. All 5 came and all 5 went as she laid there with a pussy full of cum.

I went back in the room and nudged her telling her how horny I was and I wanted to fuck her. She was completely clueless of what happened. She woke up in a drunken stupor dripping cum out of her pussy. She asked me what it was and I just told her she was really turned on from earlier. She hopped on top of me and rode me until I came with all the other guys' cum running down my cock.

The next morning she came into the kitchen as I was making breakfast and came behind me whispering in my ear that she loved all the cock she took last night.

any1 know where i can find her vid? comes up searching bangbus or ok-now-what-tell-me-what-to-do-im-clueless

Check out my nice little piece of ass from work. She's married but has been sending me photos while on vacation with her husband!!!! Fuckin' hoes man and he's clueless! Had her suck me off on lunch one day too. WHat do you guys think? LEave comments and I'll post more of her.

I had a couple JW missionary door knockers today. I haven't seen that since before the pandemic.  College age, both female, cute, wife was running errands so I invited them in. Lots of religious talk. Lots of bible quotes. I steered the conversation towards vice, corruption, money, and sex. Both admitted they'd had sex and weren't married, that it was a sin, more bible quotes about forgiveness. Call it a social experiment, or boredom, but I placed a few $20's on the table and asked if they ever thought about stripping. This in turn led to talking about temptation. $200 later I was staring at beautiful natural breasts. One easily D's, her friend probably B's. 5 minutes topless for $100 each, not bad. I had to pull more from the safe but I continued down this path. Convincing them to go full nude was easy, another $160 each. Eventually I offered another $300 each for oral. One agreed, her friend wasn't sure. We laughed that she could watch. The thing is I'm all about fingering and teasing them while they blow me. I suspected the friend might be into women, or might be into watching. So I tease B cup and with minimal effort she's already sucking. I give her friend the best view I can. A few hand squeezes, my hand on her leg, then fingering, took a few but she came around. All said and done they left with $800 each after lots of teasing, fingering, sucking and fucking. D cup swallowed, so much for just watching. Living room smelled of sex after they left. Had to open windows (it Fall so it's 40 out). I lit scented candles. Finally I closed up and lit the fireplace. Wife got home and complained about how smokey it was, told me to close the glass. Bitch is clueless...

Does anyony know who this girl is?
http://www.bangbrosteenporn.com/195/ok-now-what-tell-me-what-to-do-im-clueless?cmp=aboct10anim
Plz let me know!!!!

a long while ago i had mentioned her that i had a near insatiable sexual lust for my cousin Eliza. That lust hasn't changed. I desire her more than any other female on this planet. There is no comparing her to anyone. She knows all this and is well aware of how i feel. Best part is my wife is clueless to our conversations.

wife and I have a "frequent buyer" card to a local porn shop. She calls it an "adult book store". But any place that sells more costumes, toys, cuffs etc then books is a porn shop sorry. I get off knowing the whole staff knows my wife's getting fucked hard and dirty. I made her try on the costumes, made her buy the cuffs and hog tie kit. Their nickname for her is the red whore (one of the clerks told me). Anyhow last time we were in they were having an 80% off Halloween Costume sale. Wife had a good armful picked out to try on. What she didn't know was the clerk, Amanda I think her name was, told her coworkers to keep her busy and took me back to stock. Some excuse about needing me to reach the top boxes. As hot as it was knowing my wife was trying on costumes it was even better getting sucked off by Amanda in an Alice costume.

Seeing that stupid bitch on her knees was a thrill. She said something about only having a few minutes. That was all she got out before I started fucking her face. Amanda is a dirty bitch, loves it rough, so I fucked her mouth hard. I managed to make her choke a couple times. For anyone wondering, just wait until the girl thinks she is all the way down... then hold her head and tap it in. Works every time. Owning her, and draining my balls on her face right before the knock on the door... that was great. She didn't even have time to clean up.

A few minutes later I made Amanda ring up my wife. Amanda still some cum in her hair, a bit smeared near her nose, some on her lips, a good drop on her chin, and plenty glistening on her costume. Just to be an ass I asked about her makeup in front of my wife. She said she was squeezing a bottle of facial cream when it exploded. Wife asked which brand, totally clueless.

Clueless

Tragically hilarious when you see their clueless faces stop and think…

I confess that I sneak in my moms panty drawer and jerk off to her slutty lingerie. She has huge tits and a nice plump ass. I also take hidden photos of her when she walks around the house with her tits hanging out. She is clueless to how badly I want to fuck her!! I am hesitant to post a lot of pics here because I've seen trolling get out of hand. As far as some people trying to expose others desires and such. Either way Im 19 and go to a local college, still living at home. After my sophmore year I will be going away to school, so I need to gather as much material as possible!! Lol!!

ROUND THREE / UNEXPECTED DAY THREE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wrote a KotH fan fic years ago then forgot about it. Just added a part 2. Enjoy!

Nights in Arlen
A KotH sex story
By: null

It was about 9:30 PM on a Tuesday night in Arlen, TX. Luanne Platter and her friend Jaime are sat on Jaime’s 2nd floor apartment balcony. Not a big place at all but Jaime kept it clean and welcoming. Hot but with a nice breeze blowing, the two of them are in shorts and sneakers. Luanne decided on a black bra and white tank top for her visit. Jaime’s was the last place on earth where Luanne felt comfortable and somewhat normal. Jaime has on a hoody but her D breasts are not easily stashed away.

“It’s getting late Jaime… I have to go soon” said Luanne as she tapped out another cigarette from her friends pack, her 3rd that hour.
“Do you want to go to Sugarfoots tomorrow? I’ll give you a ride. I definitely saw a ‘help wanted’ sign. They would hire you in a second!” said Jaime, Luanne’s friend of a few years. Not as pretty as Luanne but built the same way and on par mentally.
“I don’t know. I guess. I hate waiting tables. It’s like being a servant. You have to be happy when you’re really not.”
Luanne was visibly troubled and her friend was getting worried. Luanne had been broken up with Lucky for two months. Even before her and Lucky hit the rough patch that led to their parting ways her attitude had been different. Not the happy, blissfully clueless, piece of southern thickness those who know her have come to expect and love. These last few months she’s always seemed preoccupied and when questioned dismissive and distant.
“Luanne, what’s wrong? You’re not being Luanne. Are you still hung up on Lucky?” asked Jaime.
“I don’t want to talk about it, Jaime.”
Jaime grew worried and decided to change the subject.
“So do you want to go to Luke’s Saturday night? He and his friends are crazy! We need to just wear next to nothing, go there, and show off. Then leave early. They’ll be so about us then we’ll just leave!” Jaime envisioned their victory and laughed. Her chest bouncing as she didn’t have any support on.
“I don’t know, maybe.” Luanne responded, blankly, as she finished another of her friend’s cigarettes.
Jaime was sure a wild night of flirting and showing off followed by an abrupt departure would be just what Luanne needed to get her back on the right track. She felt accomplished already. In the way that she and Luanne’s type often do as they envision their future through rose colored glasses.
“Alright, I gotta go. So you can give me a ride tomorrow?” asked Luanne, with a curious increase in vocal energy that Jaime could not explain.
“Anytime, just call. I’m off all day.”
Luanne made eye contact with Jaime for the first time in 15 minutes.
“You’re the best” said Luanne.
Jaime felt sad at that moment. It confused her as this small compliment should have lit her up. It didn’t and it was the way Luanne said it. As if it meant something more than a simple thank you. She stood up and squeezed Luanne tight. Their breasts each flowing outward as they tried to escape the pressure of the embrace.
“I love you girl… you know that right?” asked Jaime.
“Yea, I love you too Jaime. Mind if I take a cig for my walk home?”
“Take them. I have a carton in the fridge.”
“Thanks” Luanne responded, relieved. She squeezed back to equal Jaime’s embrace.

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As Luanne walked home one thought, and one thought alone, was dominating her. She literally had to shake her head once in an attempt to push it away. The wind was calmer now. It was summer so kids were out playing hide and go seek. She saw a young boy find and start chasing a younger girl. The young girl was laughing uncontrollably as the boy tackled her onto the grass. Luanne was struck with a profound feeling of nostalgia. As she watched her steps she reminisced on her summer nights as a young girl running from boys. She tossed a cigarette butt into a drain. She crossed her arms under her breasts and her cleavage grew. The good memories of summers past were distorted then gone, replaced by a knot in her stomach. She had begun to hate her body. She hated that her breasts were so big. At one time they were such a source of confidence and pride. Now they disgusted her. As she thought about this she almost wanted to uncross her arms as she could not even stand indirectly touching them. She hated her golden blonde hair. A feature all of her girlfriends constantly said they wished they could have. “You can fucking have it” she thought. Anymore she just wore it in a lazy pony-tail. She hated her thick, round, protruding ass. Something most girls would hate but she loved once upon a time. An asset guys in her area were most keen on. She knew what she had and she flaunted it. Now, it was most decidedly a hate filled relationship. With her chest she could cover up, which she did when she was anywhere but at Jaime’s. But with her ass there was nothing she could do. All of her clothes were what they were. Short, tight, or revealing. In most cases all of the above. As she thought about her wardrobe she began to hate the girl she used to be. This caused her to tear up a little as the thought of hating ones younger and more innocent self is tremendously complicated and confusing. Luanne would never think on that sort of ‘meta’ level but she did know what she felt and it was weird. As she turned down the alley behind Rainy Street her steady pace was significantly slowed as her eyes met the yellow walls of the Hill residence off in the distance. Red truck parked in the driveway. For a second all thoughts and feelings were absent as if she were a deer in headlights. Slowly a feeling of dread surrounded her. She had been down this alley hundreds of times. If she had any talent in her hands she could draw it from memory. That said, for the past few months it has felt absolutely alien to her. She tightened the cross under her pale, ample boobs and began the final trek home. She was sick to her stomach now. She felt sweat beginning to accrue on her forehead. Her jaw was tight. Her hands were clenched. This all became apparent at once as she landed her first step on the driveway.
“Luanne!”
She felt as if she was hit on the back of her head as all the feeling of the past minute was instantly gone.
“Luanne look!”
She turned and looked towards the sound of her name. Bobby and Joseph were running toward her. Bobby was holding something in his hands.
“Bobby, what?” Luanne called out half in a daze having come from the mind state she was in.
“It’s a frog we found down by the Johnsons pond. Look how big it is!” Bobby cried.
Bobby and Joseph arrived at where Luanne was standing sweating and dirty. In Bobby’s hands was a rather massive green frog.
“Bobby that’s gross” Luanne said half aware.
“Do you think Dad will let it in the house?”
Luanne felt a quick jolt of electricity shoot from her head to her toes when Bobby mentioned him.
“I don’t know Bobby. Maybe you should let Joseph keep it tonight and find out in the morning. He might be sleeping” Said Luanne with ulterior motives for keeping him unbothered if at all possible.
Suddenly aware that he’s been mentioned by Luanne Joseph’s gaze was broken away from her thick round ass.
“Yea, my dad won’t care!” he stammered trying not to lose the image of Luanne’s deeply defined ass crack and underwear lines in her tight red cotton shorts.
“OK, Joseph. We can keep it at your house. But if my dad says it’s OK he’s moving in tomorrow! Now come on your mom got us hot pockets for the sleep over!” Bobby cried.
They both ran off towards Dale’s house. Joseph clumsily looking back at Luanne then disappearing behind his dads minivan. Luanne felt sick again as a result of seeing the dead insect on Dales truck. “He’s gross” she thought as she considered the type of guy who would have that on his truck. Then she turned and walked towards the sliding glass doors. Now sick to her stomach for another reason.

---

The light were on but nobody was in the kitchen. The thought had occurred to her to rip one final cigarette before she went in but at this point was numb and plus Aunt Peggy didn’t want her sneaking cigarettes in the back yard anymore. The numbness was slightly lessened at the thought of Aunt Peggy. Basically Luanne’s mom now she felt close to her but more on a friendship level. She thought Aunt Peggy was one of the most intelligent people in the world even though most of the world thought, while friendly in her own way, she was an over confident windbag. Suddenly Luanne became aware she was standing at the sliding glass door looking into the house but unable to open the door. She was temporarily frozen in time as she neither wanted to go in nor continue to stand there looking like a weirdo. As she began to raise her hand to the door the light went off in the kitchen. Luanne stood there with her hand on the door handle for a few seconds. Then she slowly opened it. There was no risk of creaking or grinding as he kept everything in perfect working order. This thought caused knot to return. She slowly closed the door behind her and locked it. As she walked to the doorway to the living room she could hear Aunt Peggy talking to herself. Something about “fixing something when he should be in bed”. The acute awareness that often goes with sneaking around suddenly fell out of her. Numbness was all that was left. He was awake. In the garage. The sweat returned to her forehead. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn’t want to talk to Aunt Peggy in this state so she waited in the dark kitchen until she heard Aunt Peggy in her bedrooms bathroom then slipped into her bedroom. She shut the door and leaned against it. No lock on the door. There used to be one until a few months ago. She started crying quietly. She sat down on her bed and took her shoes off. She had white ankle socks on with pink paws dotted throughout. She peeled off her red shorts and dropped them into her hamper. The white cotton underwear matched her socks. She slipped on Jaime’s Arlen High sweatpants and got under her covers. She felt exhausted from the mental anguish of the past hour. Foolishly she held onto a single hope as she always did at this moment. Laying on her side in her room in his house she hazily stared at the clock on her night stand. Cigarette smoke and winterfresh gum on her breath. The clock read 10:32 PM…

>Part 2<

There was a tap at the window. Luanne cast a hazy look towards the sound.
“Luanne!”
She had not gained focus yet as she slowly rolled to a seated position and rubbed her eyes.
“Luanne! It’s Lucky! Come to the window.”
The voice of her ex-boyfriend somehow filled her with joy. She walked over to the window.
“Luanne… I’m an idiot. I nearly lost the best thing in my life. And for what? A bunch of losers? I need you back, Luanne. Will you come away with me?”

Luanne was filled with warmth and hope. She climbed out the window and into Lucky’s outstretched arms. He ran with her to his 4x4 and shut the door. Luanne was absolutely beaming. She was about to crank up the radio when she noticed the display looked weird. It looked like a digital clock. Slowly but deliberately her dream faded and she returned to reality. She had been looking at her clock. 11:17 PM…

As the hope and joy of her dream melted away it was replaced by the cold dread of her dark bedroom. As her mind made the transition she leaned up. There was light coming from underneath the door way. He was still awake. Luanne sat frozen. Listening for any sound. She thought she could hear something but then realized it was her own heartbeat. Pounding in her chest.

“Calm down, Luanne” she thought to herself. “He just forgot to turn off the light.” She could hope.

As she continued to sit there in silence a lack of any sound had a calming effect. Was she in the clear? The second she allowed her anxiety to relent she heard the garage door open. A cold pall was cast over her. Her only reaction was to silently lay back down and curl up. Her pounding heart the singular focus. As it began to echo in her ears all fell silent when she heard her door open. No sound. No feeling. Only the black of her eyelids. It felt like hours to Luanne before she heard her door close. As she listened to him walk to her bedside the chill turned to the feeling of insects crawling up her back. It was all she could do to not physically brush away the feeling he had draped upon her. Heart pounding again.
He stood at her bedside for a full minute. Looking at his prize. The line of her ample body causing his manhood to press against his jeans. He took one final swig from his Alamo can and put it on her bed table. Luanne heard the jangle of his belt as he removed his pants. As ants on her back were now biting her the knowledge of what was about to happen nearly drove her to vomit. She swallowed hard as he slunk under her blanket and pressed his throbbing dick against her. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and began to grind into her large ass. It was at this time that the cold sweat came and all feeling was gone. If Luanne had a mind she would understand that this was a defense mechanism to help her cope with the extreme nature of her predicament. But alas, she does not. However, what was undeniable was the feeling of nothingness that washed over her. He was now holding her hips as he pressed his penis in-between her legs as best as he could while still clothed. He liked the pressure. After a few minutes, another pressure was too much to bear. He removed his boxers. Slid her sweat pants down to her knees and placed his throttled member in-between the soft upper part of her thick thighs. He could feel the involuntary wetness develop through her white cotton panties as he started to dry hump her. Luanne could smell the mixture of his constant bad breath and stale Alamo beer creep down her face as he began to lick her neck and ear. She began to tear up as his hands moved across her stomach to her breasts. He began to fondle her breasts over the bra. As he kneaded her breasts he began to moan in her ear.

“I love you, Luanne” he stammered out as he continued his assault.

The mixture of precum and pussy juice had become audible with his thrusts. Sensing he was close he slowed down. He ran his hands over her stomach back to her thighs. He rubbed them over then moved one hand down to her pussy. The fact that the whole area was moist filled his entire being with excitement and a warped sense of connection to Luanne. “She is enjoying this” he thought to himself. He gently pushed her to the side as he removed her sweatpants and panties. As he laid back down beside her flat on his back he took a deep whiff of the mess she had made in her panties. The unmistakable smell filled him with carnal lust. He adjusted so that he was sitting with his back to the head board and she was sat in-between his legs facing away.

“Luanne? Luanne… are you awake?” he whispered.
Luanne began to cry. The soft whimpers driving Hank Hill to near sexual insanity. He gathered himself.
“Luanne… hold your arms up.” A request that was always made and never followed.

He removed her shirt unassisted and pulled her towards him so that she was sitting on top of his engorged member. Driving it into her mattress. Softly he draped his hands over the top of her breasts and moved up and down over her bra. Hank liked the last little barrier. Soon it was more than he could take. He pushed her forward slightly and unclasped her bra. He moved the straps off her shoulders but was careful not to let it fall off the front. In one fluid motion, he moved his hands from the top of her breasts down. The bra fell to her lap and he fondled her heavy breasts. His fingers rising one by one as he dragged them over her large puffy nipples. Her whimpers became quiet crying. After a few minutes of groping her chest and kissing her neck one of his hands came up to wipe her tears. Her whole face was covered. This made Hank insatiable. He gently twisted her head to the side and began licking the tears from her cheek. Moved to the other side and cleaned that as well. The stink of his drying saliva altering Luanne’s perception. The salty taste in his mouth was the limit. He pushed her slightly forward at the hips and his dick popped straight up. He spun her around so that she was facing him, put her lifeless arms over his shoulders, and pulled her into him. Her chubby pussy lips were now wrapped around the base of his shaft. The heat from it surprised him. He began to involuntarily grind into her. Luanne was looking down, eyes closed, sobbing. Tears dripping from the bottom of her chin onto her breasts. He placed his hands on the side of her face and pulled up. Her eyes would not meet his.

“Luanne? Uncle Hank loves you. You know that, right?”
Luanne answered with question with more quiet crying.
“Luanne? I don’t want to hurt you. I want to love you. You’ll let me love you, right?”

He did not wait for an answer as his putrid tongue was thrust into her mouth. He began to grunt has his tongue made love to her throat. He had now moved his hands down to her ass cheeks so he could slide her dripping wet cunt up and down his shaft.

“Oh god, Luanne” he stammered as he began to feast on her neck and chin.

It was in this moment that awareness clumsily returned to her. It had never gone this far before. Never this intense. Luanne bravely ventured a quick a look into his eyes and he was not there. They were lifeless. Like a dolls eyes. She had to do something. She had to make a decision. To save the one shred of dignity she had left…

As he was mindlessly grinding her and the pace quickened she whispered, “…Uncle Hank?”

The sound of her whisper somehow shattered through him as he looked up at her.

“Uncle Hank…” she whimpered as she gulped down the putrid mix of his saliva and hers, face breaking out because of all his bacteria.
“…I’ll love you back if you’ll let me, Uncle Hank.”
The statement threw Hank Hill’s mentality for a loop. As he searched for words he noticed her arms slightly tighten behind his neck. It was all he could do to speak.
“How do you want to love me, Luanne?” he asked as he slowly began to grind again.
“Like this…” and with that she began to slowly counter his gyrations.

At this point Luanne stopped crying. Any thought aside from the void caused from being molested by her uncle was a light in the darkness.
Effecting an innocent Texas twang as best she could she asked, “Can we ‘jus rub ‘em together? As she softly but assuredly began to pick up the pace. All in the hope that agreeable vulnerability would calm his carnal lust.

Normally, this is not how Hank Hill operates He needs absolute control. Absolute dominance. But the magnitude of her request had pierced him. Had he finally broken her? These “sessions” have been escalating and getting dangerous. If she had succumbed to him, he had to play his hand right so he didn’t upset the delicate balance.

“Yes, baby. We can.” He answered as he slid down flat on his back.

Luanne wiped her nose with her arm, leaned forward over her uncle so that her heavy breasts were hanging down over him, and began working her hips. Slowly grinding her cunt up and down the length of her uncle’s big dick. Hank Hill had left himself again. Only this time he was in a haze of infatuation. Secure in the fact that he had broken her. She was his. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands. Pulled her down slightly and began to suck on her puffy nipples. Popping them as he released her large areolas. As he was tonguing her breasts the sickness returned to Luanne. As with any trauma, being present in the moment invites the pain to come rushing in. She had to end this quickly. She began to roll her wide hips and press down into her uncle’s rock hard erection. Suddenly he stopped sucking her breasts. She cast a quick glance at her uncle and his eyes were closed. He began to gyrate into her deliberately. He grabbed her large warm ass cheeks with his hands and pressed her into him even harder.

Her uncle breathlessly spoke, “Oh baby. Keep loving me.”
His ass was now rising off the bed as his pelvis lifted her with each thrust. So much so that she had fallen forward and they were chest to chest.
“Oh Luanne… oh, God! I’m cumming baby!” he choked out as four ropes of her uncles hot cum forced its way in-between them.

Involuntarily, Luanne rose up off him and the cum began to drop down her stomach. As it began to reach the top of her pussy she cupped in with her hand. She looked at her uncle. His eyes were closed and he had a tired smile on his face. She stayed straddling him. Afraid to move. She silently moved her hand up her stomach to get the rest of her uncle’s sperm off her body and into her hand then wiped it into the comforter. As she did that he looked up at her.

“You’ve made your uncle very happy, Luanne.”

And with that he leaned off her bed. Bent down and put on his jeans. The reality of watching him put on his jeans. The hairy legs and the jangle of the buckle was too much for Luanne. The vomit rushed up her throat and into her mouth. She clenched her lips as tight as she could. Mercifully, her uncle did not look back and silently left her room. Luanne stayed motionless on her knees on the bed. Nose and eyes running from the acidic vomit that had filled her mouth. She listened as she heard the familiar sounds of his “after session” bathroom sounds. As she heard the click of their bedroom door she rushed to the window, threw it open, and let the vomit shoot out of her mouth. Two more rushes after that. When she was done she dropped to her knees and openly wept in the corner of her room. The confusion of what had happened. The absolute disgust at what she did to avoid worse. The panging dread at what she would have to do in the future. All this mental anguish was cascading over her and breaking her soul.

After a few minutes, she got up from the floor. She put on her sweatpants. “Jaime” she thought hazily as the tears rolled down her face. Slunk to the bathroom and showered. Slunk back to her bedroom. Ripped all the blankets and pillows off her bed then laid down in her towel.

As she regained focus she saw the can of Alamo on her night stand. She smashed if off and saw her clock.

12:31 AM.

To be continued.

I confess I’ve been fucking a married woman coworker of mine I and I fucking love going home and have my wife suck my cock clean. She is fucking clueless

Dear Clueless Bitch,

Don't make a sex date with somebody, spend the entire day mercilessly prickteasing them, cancel at the last minute because you started drinking and got depressed about your life, and then act all butthurt when they don't want to talk to you the next day.

Just needed to get that off my chest. Thanks Motherless.

I’m looking for a shy but adventurous slave Mom / throat pig milf for long term throat training and practice 

im looking for a hillbilly,  trailer park/ mobile home 🏠  , a clueless, dumb, no morals, worthless slut wife/bimbo for long term Throat Therapy/Throat training sessions in CT,VT,NH,& Massachusetts areas 

dm me if you think your wife, girlfriend, slave female,  female family member is ready for deep throat/face fuck training, practice and therapy sessions.

please check out my profile and pictures and videos before you decide if you want in real life training.

Have you ever made eye contact with another guy as he looks down your wife’s top ?
I found it to be exciting!  Especially since she was clueless about her gaping bra and shirt 

Love worshipping and using the wife’s feet size 5. Sometimes she clueless and is great fun after nights out. Her feet are famous and been posted on motherless vids

I want to suck cock and have my ass fucked but i have no clue how to pick up gay guys wemon no problem but guys im clueless. Any help please?

Hi guys! I was inspired by the movie "clueless" with this outfit... Any thoughts or opinions?? All are welcome! :)

Have you ever made eye contact with another guy as he looks down your wife’s top ?
I found it to be exciting!  Especially since she was clueless about her gaping bra and shirt 

Last night my best friend's little sister turned 30. Great bbq, awesome party, she got hammered. In a drunken ramble she told my wife she'd love to hook up with me and a few other guys at the party. So my wife made it happen,. One condition... my wife can't stand her so she got assfucked. The sister is a 5ft spinner, not even 100lbs. All 3 of us just railed her last night. She swallowed my nut. Another guy said he lost it in her ass, not sure if the third guy nutted or not. 

This morning she had a horrible hangover, said her jaw hurt, body hurt, and practically jumped up when she sat in a chair. My wife just smiled and said she was so drunk she fell on her ass. The other guys are gone, her husband was passed out on the couch when it happened so he's clueless, my wife is savoring this moment and I'm trying not to laugh.

A PSA for men.

My response to another post.

Fuck, I don't understand how so many men are so absolutely clueless about women.

A. Women want someone that knows what they want, says what they want and go after it.

B. You've already cucked yourself to her. You're going to be the the weak dude that takes care of her every need financially, emotionally, etc and she will start showing her disrespect for you eventually along with fulfilling her primal needs elsewhere. Good job.

C. I don't know that there is such a thing as making a comeback from the proverbial "nice guy" in bed situation and turning that around. Never heard of or seen that happen. When you showed her you're the weak, spineless type, she won't ever unhear or unlearn that about you. Period.

D. After this relationship, that doesn't mean be a complete douche bag and dick to women going forward. Nut up. Say how you feel. Say what you want. Go after what you want. Confidence and assertiveness not only show her a great sex life but that you actually have ambition, drive in life.

E. Control. It's all about controlling her orgasm. Knowing a woman's body and when and how to get that particular one going crazy with lust. I've gotten every woman I've ever been with to do what I wanted with that simple statement. Edge them, get them going crazy to cum then just stop what you're doing and move to another body part or act that stops the stimulation driving her to cum. That means you're gonna have to have stamina yourself and be up for some 1 hr, 2 hr, 4 hr fuckfests. If that means you need the blue pill, fucking get it. The shame isn't in needing a pill, it's in being a coward in bed and being a one pump chump. Getting her to one little orgasm before you cum and are done in 10 or 20 minutes. Even after you cum, you may be fucking done for a while but don't miss a fucking beat. Move on to something else and keep her on edge. Tongue fuck her, make out and grope her, nibble and suck on her tits or tie them up and slap them if that's what she's into. Doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is her not cumming for long periods and being so desperste to cum she can hardly control herself. Trembling, begging to cum. Pleading to do anything if you'll just let her cum. Key word being "let".

I am a guy who goes on social networking sites to pretend I'm a clueless girl with no personality so I can see the perverted things men will say to me.

I also have a lot of time on my hands.

I'm looking for videos where a girlfriend or wife is flashing someone while with their partner, but the partner has no idea. I saw one on here where the woman is slowly raising her skirt under the table, and her partner is clueless to it. Basically videos where they are flirting/flashing a stranger without their husband/boyfriend knowing.
Any links would be appreciated.

There's a group photo with a couple women I used to work with. It was my last day before i left that job. My wife was always jealous of another one, didn't have her in the photo.  I actually didn't sleep with her at the time. The other two... one got tit fucked in a parking lot on our lunch break. Giant G's on a petite Latina, I lasted 15 minutes and set her off first because she knew my wife had a small chest. Wasnt the first time but man did i make a mess. She still had sticky tits at my goodbye party. The other sucked me off when we had a "conference call" 30 minutes before my wife picked me up for the party. Thin brunette, could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Throated me, no problem. Laughed that my wife tried so hard and gagged so easily. I just grabbed her head and face fucked her.

Great photo. My wife's all smiles, clueless that she's standing between those  two whores. Best part about the photo... I ass fucked my wife that night just like I'd promised both of them I would. Part of why they did it was they hated her, called her a stuck up bitch.

About 3 years later I  ran into the one I didn't sleep with. She was in town visiting family. So proud we never fucked, hated my wife, didn't know about the other two. About a week and 3 beers later I left it in... I was snipped anyways, didn't matter. Turns out she'd never done bareback. Made her cum even harder knowing how much my wife hated her! Just full on hate fucking me at that point. Pinched her nips, felt her tighten, heard her moaning, left it in and let it flow. Lots of "oh god" and "holy fuck" and yeah she really went. An hour later I took my wife to a bar. She meets us there. So relaxed my wife thought she was high... wife even apologized to her for having been so jealous. Same promise, same result... made her smile just knowing how much my wife hated anal!

My step-daughter and I came up with an arrangement a few months ago. When she needs money above her allowance money its 30 for a hj and 50 for a bj. We often do it with my wife in the next room and shes clueless to what were doing.

I have a question..... why do people type "Bump" in some threads?.. i'm nwe to boards in general and am a bit clueless.. anyone?

Ban Obama voters from Motherless. they don't deserve porn for being so goddamned dumb. you can tell who they are. ban them from chat rooms and the forums.

thanks

p.s. if you get banned from a chat room, its because you are a fucking Obama voter douchbag, clueless fuck nigger lover Muslim. next time use your brain before you vote and maybe youll get to watch porn

I confess I'm a hacker who occasionally uses his skills for
wild jackoff sessions. I feel better already...... nope

So id start a small network of four computers serving mp3 files, selecting musicians like miley cyrus to target my downloaders. Id then save all the ips to a logfile, then run my script against the list. This would mimic the p2p parent application and open
the sharing port, then port fuzz the target computer with a tested exploit. This would cause the parent application to freeze while I execute code that was packed into the mp3 meta tags they downloaded. The script then downloads the remote monitoring software, and installs itself as a hidden service, creating security exceptions with norton,avast,symantec, and avg through publicly available code.

Point being, I have full access to their files, get a near realtime screen view, can activate any attached microphones or webcams, download or upload files, etc.

I then targeted girls whom I had some serious dirt on that
were hot. When I monitored them on messenger I would contact them with an intriguing message, and start a dialog.

This would of course lead to blackmailing into camshows.

there was one girl in particular that I wank to a lot.
This was a girl where the parents were computer clueless
and didn't recognize the potential misuse of the internet.
Anyways, id already seen all her naked pics and a few camera
vids she shot with her canon digital. He took one video of her
Fingering her ass, which was pretty hot.

Anyways, she was 16 at the time, had already had sex with her highschool boyfriend. After seeing the pictures he wasn't much in the size department. My immediate plan was to
Mail a big dildo to her address, which I did. Then I got
To watch her squirm in pain as she fucked herself with
It for my enjoyment.

My second favorite target, a young black chick
Who I had pictures of her dyking out and giving
Her boyfriend head, pictures of her drinking and
A very damaging picture of her and her female cousin
Simulating doggystyle fully nude. Heh.

So with that one, I convinced her to meet me and
I would give the usb drive with her stuff on it (heh) in
return for a blowjob. Anyways, of course I push her into
Fucking me, which was amazing. A lot of times dorky computer
geeks have big dicks. So anyways, I railed her for probly 20 minutes then busted a huge nut inside her. Best day ever.

Havnt done it in awhile, the initial excitement wore off.
what else could I do? What's the next step? Anyone?

i confess that anytime i wanna jack off to child porn i just watch that world of dance video with the little girls doing "single ladies". i swear to god, those parents are fucking retarded. all these idiots who raise these little whores are like "but that's what they wear when they dance! where do we draw the line?" how about drawing the line when dudes wanna jack off all over your slutty little daughters, jackass?

not that i care about getting more material in my spank bank, but damn, is it just me or are parents just fucking clueless these days? it's either that or they get off on whoring out their kids...

damn, is that what it is?

Computing Dictionary

404 definition
abuse
Someone who's clueless. From the World-Wide Web message "404, URL Not Found" meaning that the document you've tried to access can't be located.
"Don't bother asking him...he's 404, man".
404 is one of the standard response codes of the telnet protocol on which the web's HTTP is based.
The first 4 indicates a client error such as a mistyped URL. The middle 0 refers to a general syntax error. The last 4 just indicates the specific error in the group of 40x, which also includes 400: Bad Request, 401: Unauthorized, etc.

This might not be as risque as some of the other confessions on here, but at least it does have the virtue of being true.

This all happened over the course of the summer of 2001. I was 16 at the time, and because I failed two classes in the 10th grade, I had to attend summer school. However, because my house was a bit far from the nearest school bus stop (they cut down on stops during the summer), I had to get rides to and from school every day. My dad used to give me rides, but after the first three weeks, but about three weeks in, his job needed him to work early Saturday morning. At that point our neighbor from the next apartment over, Janice, volunteered to give me rides so long as my dad didn't mind helping her out with gas money.

Anyway, the first few times were uneventful, but on the third day she drove me in, Janice was obviously trying to corrupt me. She was telling me all the intimate details about her dates with strange men, the weird, kinky sex she got into.

I didn't exactly live a sheltered life, but Jan said stuff I never heard anyone say before. By the end of the first week, she had me so embarrassed that I told my dad I didn't feel comfortable with her driving me anymore. He asked me to elaborate, and I did, and he told me he would take care of it. He left the apartment, came back about an hour later, and told me that she apologized and wouldn't be so open about her sex life in the car with me again.

And she wasn't. She apologized to me, told me that she didn't mean to upset me, that she didn't have many friends to share this with, and that really got to me. So, I told her it was ok, that I had to grow up sometime. Just tell me all the details, spare nothing. After the next few weeks of hearing her talk about her sex escapades, I was starting to get really into what she was saying.

One Friday, she told me on the way home that last night, her date forced his cock so far into her throat that she felt light headed, and he held her down on him until she started to turn purple and pass out. She said her face was burning and felt like pins and needles were stabbing into her, and her throat felt like it was going to burst, and even without touching herself, these sensations made her have one of the most intense orgasms of her life.

That night, my dad got home from work late and I ate dinner at Jan's place. He came over to tell me he was home, and Jan handed him his cell phone, as he left it there the night before. I put two and two together immediately. My dad was the one that force fucked Jan's throat.

I slowly started to realize that all that time, Jan had been telling me about the times my dad had been fucking her in all these strange and twisted ways. She saw that I realized what she was doing, and she got this wicked grin on her face. I ran out of the apartment, and my dad wasn't clueless. He realized that the storytelling went on far longer than Jan had told him it would.

He came after me, but I was mortified. At first. Then, late that night, I went to apologize for giving him the silent treatment earlier in the evening, and I caught him masturbating on his bed to a muted porn video. His cock was just as she described it. Big and veiny and shiny, with a slightly larger knob than normal.

I had only seen a few in person by that time, but despite the fact that it was my dad's junk, I was immediately aroused. Also, of course, disgusted with myself. I crept away and went back to bed, but I masturbated hard that night, and I held my breath while I did it.

I didn't talk to Jan the rest of the summer, but I ran into her on the way to my apartment around Thanksgiving, and she asked me in for a minute. I agreed, uncomfortably, not because I was mad at her for doing my dad, or for her many times going into sick detail about how he felt inside her, but for how all that made me feel... that she made me think of my dad as a sexual object and not just as a parent and a friend.

She made me coffee and we sat down on her couch, and she told me that she loved my dad, and that he wouldn't talk to her anymore because of me. I freaked out. I didn't mean to stop him from being happy.

I cried and hugged me and told me she was sorry. She said she was sick for getting off on telling me about him, and she wanted to get help, but she was afraid of what people in her life would say if they found out how perverted she was. I then admitted to her that I saw my dad's cock and masturbated thinking of him throat fucking her. I told her that I was a pervert, too, and that I had no right to hold her back from being with my dad.

While I was admitting all this, I realized how hot I was getting, and how wet. I suddenly was aware of how close Jan was to me. I felt her breath on my skin, my sweat cooling against me where she exhaled. And I caught her eyes, and they were looking at my lips, and I couldn't help but look down to hers. And we were getting closer.

So, we kissed, and we groped, and she licked my neck and bit my lower lip and fucked my mouth with her tongue. It was not my first time with a girl, but it was not just a girl.

It was a girl that my dad had fucked. It was a MOUTH that my dad had fucked, in fact. I was tasting the tongue that tasted my dad's dick, and that sent me into a sexual frenzy. We tore each other's shirts off and she grabbed and pushed my tits together, pinched and flicked my nipples, pushed her knee between my legs and rubbed it up and down against me.

Then her phone rang, and it was my dad looking for me. I threw on my shirt and went home, and told my dad that we had a long talk, and I forgave her, and I thought he should, too. I moved in with my mom that fall because my dad got recalled to active duty after 9/11. He died in Afghanistan. I've never seen Jan since, either. She didn't show up to the funeral, probably because of how wrong it would have been, considering what happened between us.

I have never told anyone about this before. I only confess it here because I have been carrying it with me ever since. I'm 26 now, and I wish I could track Janice down, but I haven't had any luck. I just want her to know it's okay, that I'm fine, and that all is forgiven.

Anyway, thanks for reading this, if you bothered past the first paragraph. Sorry it was so long winded, but like I said, this isn't a story, it's true.

If you live in alberta and want a bj, this girl is easy, and her boyfriend is clueless!