Updated Profile/ Time out for games/Looking for Real
This is on my profile, philosophy for weeding out phonies...Thoughts?
The last leap into domesticated fantasy……
I am not a Dom nor do I wish to be dominated by all means not a hint of being
"SUB" is in me.I have been scouring the
internet and quite a few fetish site have the role play of this particular interest, but
none for me...I don't wish to rule, but be understood and adored...The word
"Bull" is used in such a caustic way that the people involved seem to forgo the
natural intellect and the basic of all that moves real life, and hence nothing long
term is ever established in this realm...instead I am seeking a kinky, perverted family
more or less, my description will probably be brief, but I assure you
that I do not desire pictures or uneventful thought up stories...and I hope through
a series of communication my idea is understood...As the hubby should know his
role as a submissive, humiliation should be spared until the order of things are
disrupted, either by him or others within the family, that will be explained....As for
a constant BBC breeding that is only a fraction of the experience that most seem
to get stuck on...In my proposal, I would like an atmosphere built around honesty
and truth, meaning a lack of closed-door, an acceptance of being in the moment
for whatever that moment seems to be...i.e. within the home of course
escapades will be heightened, but the basics of real life will not only be explored
but enforced! Those are that of self esteem, Education, and of course work and
the ability to become in the maintaining the things in life that are far beyond the
basics, as in that particular life we "the family" should not settle but excel....Nice
everything, the actual only, I guess true difference would be upon entry into the
home, as all would have the freedom to date, to come home with a new suitor
one might find another in the den masturbating feverishly to a new porn, or
perhaps someone get a blowjob, or pussy eaten with the only excuse is "my
family doesn't believe in doors, no secrets”. I would like to continue with this
discussion, but it is late, I will sleep as these quick words marinate.....Oh and
of course the "Bull" will work as well...I'm hoping this doesn't fall on deaf ears, but
that of a group that understands the entire "Live-in" dynamics...NO FREE
RIDES...WE ALL WORK TOGETHER....Hope to hear from you as so many have
taken this concept as a way to drop out...my thoughts are to bring together the
best of all..., CUCKMATES, FRIENDS, all doing their thing...with a twist.
Wise Bull

i want to fuck my gran when i go to vist her i go into her bedroom and go into her underwear drawer and take out her bra and knickers and find her dirty ones then wank off into her clean ones while i smell her cunt i have watched her in the toilet having a piss and seen her hairy cunt she is deaf so i can tell her how i want to stick my cock up her cunt and fill her with my spunk then lick out her cunt is there any body else wants to do this to there grans

I confess that im a sissy wannabie faggot with a hot girlfriend..shes very prude and old fashioned when it comes to sex and sexuallity.. i have tryed to talk to her about sex stuff but she doenst want to .. right now im trying to discreetly convince her to be more dom with me but its like talking to a deaf wall.
The dream is that she gets gangbanged by 5-6 black guys that cum inside her then she forces me to clean her while she calls me humiliating things..

i want to fuck my gran i steal her knickers and wank into them she is a bit deaf so somtimes i stand behind her and wank off while she is watching tv i want into her cunt so fucking bad i thought about asking her to let me just fuck her

I Must confess one day I found a deaf girl with huge tits online. We decided to hook up and I drove to get her. We were gonna chill at my place. Well first thing she does is go for my dick with her mouth. I say Fuk it and let her suck. Well instead of driVing to my apt I just drove around the neighborhood for 20 mins til I came. Then I pulled up to her house and told her, well motioned to her to gtfo. She got so pissed. She shot me the bird til I disappeared in the distance. Am I a bad person? Lmao

I found my cousin's shower bag in the bathroom, and found her panties inside. My heart started beating incredibly fast when i sniffed them, i was compelled to whip my cock out and started jerking off immediately. My heart bet so hard that I thought i might pass out, the loud drumming it was all i could hear in my head.

As the thumping grew louder and faster in my head, whilst my orgasm built and built, there was a moment where i went deaf, my heart stopped, i thought i was fainting, and then an eruption of cum sprayed from my cock. Load upon load dropped into my toilet bowl and then i came (no pun intended) to my senses.

I looked at my hand and just stared at the white lace panties, pondering how such insignificance could had driven me to orgasm. In retrospect, I believe that the fact that it was so dirty, taboo, and intrusive, the fact that I shouldn't have my face buried in the crotch of the underwear of a woman, never mind a relative, was the real rush. However, sadly, the rush was fast and furious, and as quick as it came, it was gone (or as quick as I came at least).

Perhaps it would have been an even more erotic experience if it was a young girls pair of underwear? instead of my 20-something, mildly attractive, teen mom of a cousins. I'm wondering if any of you reading this have ever beat off while sniffing a pair of young girls panties, and my question to you is what is the best way i might acquire some, so that i can experience them for myself?

Hopefully one or some of you have the answers i seek and will greatly appreciate.

~kisagod~

Lonely guy here. I'd like to chat with someone, or Skype. Male 32 yrs old bored, good shape deaf.

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 am mentally ill and deaf&dumb.
I am obese because of my medication
I crave physical and verbal abuse
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i hooked up with a deaf girl from the bar a couple of nights ago, i noticed her earlier that night, i went to go get a drink and bumped into her at the bar, i didnt know she was deaf at first when i said hello, she reads lips, says she likes my teeth and smile, says her being deaf and reading lips is what attracts her to that area, me and my 2 buds hang out with her and her friends and shoot some pool and later went back to our place, everyone leaves but she stays, we "chatted" using microsoft word (should have saved our convo) end up going into my room, she has the cutest titties, B cups i would guess and a cute little ass, this girl was tight, she moaned pretty loud and kind of weird but i was turned on by it, she didnt really give good head though, but experienced my first rim job, awkward feeling and yes i was at a bar on a monday night, living off employment insurance, the life of a seasonal fire fighter, work from April till late September, decent job, in that time i make between $43'000 - $48'000

My name is pasquale have deaf to big cock dick

I know I've seen this deaf girl before, but where? Any help would be appreciated, especially her name or other videos.

i confess tht i wud do tht deaf chick tht was on the roast of donald trump last nite lol

Anyone got the video of the hot deaf girl or the skinny retarded girl?

Would also love the vid where the senators skinny daughter gets a creampie.

My neighbors in the next apartment over are an obnoxious Pakistani couple. I say obnoxious because they're shitty neighbors with no sense of time. She vacuums at three AM like a meth addict and they constantly yell at each in Pakistani at equally absurd hours, that shit sucks with a shared wall. Anyway, the wife (smoking hot little dust bunny) doesn't speak any English at all. I discovered this in my few attempts to be polite. She just smiles nods and hurries on her way.

I've taken to talking dirty to her when we pass each other throughout the week. My own private little jab back at them for their rudeness. I know I know, two wrongs don't make a right. Not trying to make a right, just trying to get something for my troubles.

So for about a month now whenever I've seen her as we pass I'll tell her things like, "I want to cum in your mouth." or today was, "Shave your pussy for me." Just little things for a laugh and she just smiles and nods same as ever. That's probably as far as I'll take it, English or not she'll get the jist if i flashed her my dick.

Just had to share that, I don't think my friends would be cool with it. Accuse me of racism or something.

Honestly though, in the same situation were she deaf rather than non English speaking. I'd still take the same approach. I dunno, maybe i will flash her. I'm just not sure if i want to go from annoyed counter prick, to possible sex offender. Then again, who's she gonna tell?

I fantasize over young children.... Mainly little girls, the thought of them playing with my hard cock as I poke it through a hole at the bottom of a pizza box.
"What IS This?!" she's says
" I dint noe bubba? :o taste it? Lick it, it looks like a lolipop to me "

Fuck yea u little cok munchR SUCK THAT FUCKIN COCK! ( before I abduct u, fuck ur every hole whether u like it or not, the soundif ur cris fall on deaf ears, as I bring u close to death with my fat full grown cock...
The feel of ur 2-OLD pussy, ass and mouth wrppd tightly aroundmy dick as I explode my hot stilt cum deep inside ur half dead , use body.... Fuck yea

Since homosexuality is a flaw (don't try to argue that it's not, you will lose) either genetic or mental, why are we not trying to openly cure it? Why is this flaw not seen in the same light as blindness, autism, deafness or obesity? Why is it not vilified in the same manner that pedophilia, bestiality or violent tendencies are?

Why is this flaw in human behavior being ignored and, in many cases, celebrated?

I confess I'd love to fuck a young deaf chick. Even better to be part of a tag team on her. Ploughing my cock through her tight cunt while calling her the worst names possible. All of us degrading her and she can't even hear what we say.

'All of us are going to fuck your holes so hard'

'Get that up your slutty cunt you fucking bitch'

'Suck his cock down your throat you fucking worthless whore.'

'My turn in the deaf bitch's cunt!'

This is my confession about how I took advantage of my drunk sister.

I had two friends that I played around with named Tim and April, when unfortunately their family moved away when I was 14. Basically I was left without someone to play around with, especially with the crazy stuff that we would do with each other. One weekend when I was smoking some pot after my parents went to bed when my older sister was literally dumped off at the front door by her so-called friends. Being a good little brother I had to help her up the sirs into her room, she was barely conscious so it was easy and we made alot of noise. Luckily my other sister was out and my parents are deaf otherwise she would've been busted and I would've missed out on a fantastic night. While I helped her up the stairs I accidentally grabbed her ass and her tits a few times, I expected her to get pissed but instead she actually moaned. I almost had her in her room when she said that she had to pee, so I helped her in to the bathroom and pulled down her short little skirt and her tiny black thong. I was amazed to see that she shaved herself bare. I always loved watching my friend April pee so I was kinda transfixed on her pussy as she relieved herself. After I snapped out of it I ran to get my camera and took a few pics, then I helped her up and threw her onto her bed. I was a bit clumsy with the whole peeing process and her thong and skirt were wet so I justified taking them off, after a few more pics I couldn't help myself and I started to explore her tight pussy with my fingers then my tongue. She started moaning and get really wet. So I took off her blouse and was in complete awe of her tits, they were a small perky B cup so she didn't need a bra. They were so beautiful and suckable so I had some more fun before taking some more pics. Then the most amazing thing happened, While I was sucking on one of her nipples and fingering her pussy her hand reached out and grabbed my cock through my pajama bottoms. She drunkenly fished my cock out and started stoking it, it was a bit amusing when she called my her boyfriends name and commented about how much bigger I felt this time. The guy was a douche so it felt great to hear that. While taking pictures I started rubbing my cock on her face and sure enough her mouth opened up and she started sucking my throbbing cock. It wasn't a great blowjob by any means but the fact that my sister was doing it has made it one of the best blowjobs of my life, I have shot so many loads to those pics. The sight of my sister greedily sucking my cock was too much and it didn't take long for my to blow my load into her mouth and on her face, and as if it couldn't get any better she swallowed. I went back down and licked her sopping wet pussy until I was rock hard again, I swear to god that she came hard as I slid my cock in her tight cunt. She was passed out on her back so my options were limited but I fucked her hard and blew my load deep in her over and over. She came home at about 1:30am and by 4am I had fucked her mouth and dropped a load either down her throat or on her face twice, and I had fucked her tight pussy 3 times dropping a load inside her twice and another all over her perky tits. I tried to put it in her ass but she drunkenly resisted and I didn't want to push my luck. The next day she was walking funny and for the next week or so she was weird around me, I think that she has some hazy recollection of what happened. Unfortunately I never got to do it again, I always thought about using the pics as blackmail but never had the balls to do it.

I confess I have spied on my mother-in-law for the last 25 years � she was 55 at the time and had a great body. (I was 30). She has visited twice a year ever since we moved here and I take every opportunity to see her nude!! We have a folding door to the shower room on the top floor � next to the room she stays in. Soon after we moved in the lock broke and I replaced it with another which did not quite fit. I noticed that this one allowed some give which meant you could pull the door open slightly leaving three full height gaps of about 15mms. This gave a great view into the shower room!! I had to be careful as there was always someone else in the house watching TV or something.

Every time she visited I would wait until she was in the shower then pull the door slightly open until the lock was tight. I always switched off the landing light so she would not notice the crack!! I would watch her in the shower washing her body � especially her private parts. However, the shower glass would steam up making her less clear. When she got out � full Technicolor close up!! I had arranged the furniture and the mat so she would have to stand right in front of the door to dry herself. I had a grandstand view! Full frontal & side views guaranteed!! Tits, belly & pussy only inches from my face. The full height gaps allowed me to view from above & below � looking up her naked legs towards her hairy cunt, round belly and firm tits was always my favourite & still is!!

Over the years I have watched her grow older and have been able to see how age has gradually changed her naked body. Her pubic hair started out thick and brown like her hair when she was in her late 50�s. As she got into her 60�s it started to thin around her vulva giving a better view of her pink labia & clitoris. After 70 her pubic hair turned white and became very straggly. Now at 80 it is just on her mound � still quite long but her vulva is almost bald. Her labia & clitoris have shrunk inside her crack but occasionally appears when she is drying herself.

The rest of her body has changed considerably over the years as well. She has always been a small slim woman. In her late 50�s her skin was very smooth as she used to lotion herself after every shower � I used to love to watch, Her breasts were very firm & round with large areola and small nipples: size 36D according to her bra size. (I notice it once while masturbating into the cups when I found it in the wash basket!!) Her belly was only slightly protruding, with lovely tight skin. She also had great legs & thighs!! In the summer she was very bronzed except for between her legs � her bikini bottoms must have been very small!!

In her early 70�s her skin began to loose its elasticity � wrinkles appeared on her belly and thighs. Her tits started to sag slightly and were no longer bronzed!! She stopped lotioning!! The hair on her head was now grey (her pubes white).

Now in her early 80�s she has became very wrinkled and wizened. Her skin is very loose and her legs are thin. Her belly appears much bigger and her cunt mound more pronounced between her skinny thighs!! Her tits however although more saggy are remarkably full and she still has those large areola but with bigger pointier nipples!! She now has a slight stoop so her breasts constantly swing about as she drys herself.

Although she is in her 80�s now I still get a thrill out of seeing her undressed!! The last time she came up; myself and her were in the house alone. She said she was going for a shower then bed. I went into by bedroom got undressed waited for her to enter the shower then went naked to spy on her. When she came out of the shower (she is very deaf now) I was able to masturbate myself to ejaculation watching her drying off - that had been a lifetime ambition!! I just made it to my bedroom as she came out!!

So I confess that this fantasy came from my head...

Sitting at the end of the block I could see the driveway of the boy's parent's home. It was about two hundred yards down the little street, and I was excited to see the boy peek out from the driveway and walk towards the car. I had brought a small camcorder to record the boy's walk from his house, and also to record the boy telling me out loud that he was going to totally submit to my will twenty-four hours a day, three-hundred and sixty-five days a year, until I see fit to release him from his enslavement.

Just eleven days ago he had been a completely naive, virgin, eighteen year old boy who struck up a conversation with an older man on a random chat site just because he was horny and wanted someone to talk to.

He had no idea what he was getting himself into during that online conversation, stupidly agreeing to come to my front door with his thin body shaven totally hairless to let me use him "however I wanted to." I can still picture the boy pulling that tight black winter hat over his eyes, unknowingly enslaving himself to me. He'd probably thought that the wildest thing he was going to do that night was pull his pants down outside the entrance to my place so I could look him over through the peep-hole. As he found out almost immediately, he was very wrong

Over those ten days the boy was changed permanently. As soon as he had entered my home he was restrained, collared, and very deeply ass-fucked while blinded by the hat with his arms secured tightly with handcuffs behind his back. He was then asked if he consented to what was happening to him while being video recorded to which he responded that he was. As soon as he nodded his consent he was throat-fucked and made to drink piss while kneeling in the shower. For the remainder of those ten long days, the boy was totally restrained, drugged, abused, and manipulated by multiple men, women, and toys.

I had kept the boy blind and deaf the whole time, making the young teen wear a video headset that forced him to watch and listen to a continuous feed of severely degrading and depraved bondage porn. whenever he wasn't blindfolded and being used by anyone, he would be tied up tightly in one of many painful positions, then he would have large rubber dildos and butt-plugs taped tightly in his mouth and perfectly shaved asshole that were meant to choke and gag his throat and keep his asshole stretched wide open.

I saw the boy at the end of the driveway looking around and realized he had no idea what my car looked like, he had been blindfolded the entire time. I waited till he looked back in my direction, then flashed my lights several times.

The boy turned and began walking towards my car slowly. As he walked he hung his head, completely disgraced and feeling totally worthless. I turned on the camcorder and began to film the boy's slow walk. As I filmed my little teenage slave walking towards my car, I narrated.

�This pathetic skinny boy walking towards my car turned eighteen a couple weeks ago. That means he's legally allowed to consent to all kinds of kinky sex. This is the same boy that has appeared in all of the teen slave video I made recently. This morning, I dressed him in tight young girls clothing and put him in very uncomfortable bondage, tying him to the bed in his bedroom at his parents home just before they arrived home from a vacation they had been on since before I even met this boy."

I paused in my narration and zoomed in on the boy's ashamed face.

He had obviously been found by his parents in the tight bondage I'd left him in this morning. The look on his downturned face was a mix of shame, obedience, and fear.

I then continued to narrate the video I was making as I recorded this boy choosing completely voluntarily to contact me again, completely cementing his position as my permanent, live-in slave boy who I could treat however I wanted.

"I gave him the choice of staying with his family, or coming with me. It looks to me like he's chosen to give his life to me, but I'll ask him once he is sitting in the back seat of my car so I can have videotaped evidence that the boy is totally consenting to what I want to do to him. If anyone comes looking for him, all I have to do is show them the video, that's why I've chosen to explain all this on video.�

Finishing my narration, I continued to film the small boy walking closer to my car, the limpness in his body and the shame in which he hung his head conveyed to me that his will and his self-esteem were just about gone. As the boy walked up to my car, I reached back and unlocked the back door. He got inside the car and shut the door.

I noticed that he was wearing sweats, and wondered what exactly had happened in that house over the last few hours. I mentally reminded myself to videotape a full confession of the boy later, explaining exactly what had happened when his parents had gotten home and seen him tied to the bed wearing the tight black shirt that said �Whore� on it and the little white spandex shorts that were probably supposed to be worn by a 14 year old girl playing volleyball. They were stretched so tight around his crotch that his little shaved cock made a large bulge. I wish I could have been there to see the reaction of his mother and father.

For now, I turned the camera to face the boy. He was sitting quietly in the back seat, his head hanging low as he stared down at the floor of my car. I pointed it at him for a few moments without him noticing and filmed the small, thin teenager sitting there cold and scared, then shut it off.

�Boy, I see that you have made the right choice. I hope you know that you are totally my property now, and that all of the perverted, painful, and horrible things that I've been doing to you so far are going to continue for as long as I want. In a few moments I'm actually going to allow you to talk, so listen very carefully to what I'm about to say.�

I grabbed the boy roughly by his neck and squeezed it tightly with one hand while yanking his hair back with the other, forcing him to look me directly in the eye. In this car was the first time he had seen me without a hood covering my face. Looking at him coldly, I spoke firmly and without emotion.

�You are my possession now. I own you. You are going to do whatever I tell you to do, right?

The boy nodded his head up and down, knowing that he wasn't allowed to talk until I told him to.

�I am going to turn on this camcorder and point it at your face. You are going to look directly into it and say your full name, your age, and your parents home address.�

The boy nodded his head up and down as he listened.

�You are then going to say that you consent to become a 24/7 slave to me, and that I permanently own you. You are going to say that you like being tied up and abused by older men, and that you will let any man who wants to abuse your body have full and total access to do whatever they want to you, as long as it's OK with me. You will tell the camera that you want nothing more than to be abused and bound and fucked in your little teenage mouth and that tight little asshole of yours. Do you think you can remember that?�

The boy nodded his head.

I took the camera, pointed it at him, and turned it on. He began to talk, but his head was still bowed in shame. I shushed him, then I put my hand under his chin and raised his face to meet the camcorder head-on. In the camcorder viewfinder you could see his face being lifted gently towards the camcorder by an obviously older and mature man's hairy arm, but nothing more. This was the first time he had been allowed to speak in my presence. His voice was high-pitched and very soft, almost like a young girl's. I nodded and he began to speak.

�My name is Jesse Rogers. I am eighteen years old, and my birthday is March 3rd, 1994. My parents live at 5429 Birmingham street in Royal Oak Michigan.� He paused.

I gave him a very dark and somber look because of the pause, and then I saw tears begin to form in his eyes. It was at this moment that I knew I had total control over this little teen boy. Not wanting him to cry on camera, I smiled at him and saw a calm look enter his face. He began to speak again.

�I give my full consent to become a 24/7 slave to my master, and he now permanently owns me. I enjoy when he ties me up even though it hurts a lot and gets really scary when he blindfolds me, and I love when him and his friends abuse me and choke me and put their cocks into my throat and my asshole. I promise that every man who wants to fuck and abuse my body will be allowed to do whatever they want with me as long as it's OK with my master.�

The boy fell silent. I turned off the camera and put my large hands around the boy's soft neck. As I felt the smoothness of his eighteen year old skin on the palms of my hands, I began squeezing his throat tightly while I looked him in the eyes.

His face began to turn a dark purplish red and he started gasping for air and struggling around on the back seat, terror growing in his eyes. I held his throat tight and yelled loudly at the little teenager who was struggling not to pass out.

�You forgot the best part boy. I'm going to turn on the camera again, and you are going to look right at it and say that you want nothing more than to be totally abused by as many men as possible. Say that you want to be bound and fucked hard in your throat and asshole. Tell me that you want men to choke you unconscious while they fuck your shaved little eighteen year old body. Say that you are totally worthless, that you were born to be a slave to a man, and that you will do anything I say.�

I released the boy's neck as he began to lose consciousness and he slumped over in the seat. I leaned over the front seat and slapped the boy hard repeatedly on his cheeks and face until he fully regained consciousness and sat up in the seat. I turned the camera back on and zoomed in on the boy's face, which was now bright red from getting choked almost to the point of blacking out and being slapped so hard over and over. The boy began to speak again in a very submissive, pathetic voice.

�I want nothing more than to be totally abused by as many men as possible.�

I nodded.

�I want to be bound, and then fucked hard in my throat and my asshole.�

I felt my erection growing in my pants.

�I want men to choke me unconscious while they fuck my limp little eighteen year old body. I am totally worthless. I was born to be a slave to a man. I will do anything you say.�

With that, I turned off the camera and took the hood from the front seat. It was a very tight leather hood with only a large mouth-hole. I put it over the boy's head and strapped it tight around his neck, plunging him into the familiar darkness. I took my handcuffs and secured the boy's wrists tightly behind his back, then I took a thick leather dog collar and strapped it tightly around the boy's neck. I leaned down and attached the collar to an O-ring I had installed in the floor of the back seat. I then drove straight for home.

Arriving at my place, I parked and got out of the car, then went around the side and opened the rear door. The boy was curled up in the fetal position with his neck attached tightly to the floor. I reached in and unlatched his collar, then roughly dragged him out of the car. I walked him to my front door, opened it, and led him inside.

I closed the door behind me, and turned to face the boy. He was wearing a sweatsuit, the collar, and the hood which made him look like the perfect example of a helpless young boy. I grabbed him by the hair and dragged him roughly towards the basement.

Once we reached the basement room I got behind the boy and pushed him so his face was pressed tightly against the concrete block wall. I tugged his sweatpants down to his ankles and was amazed at what I saw.

The boy was still wearing the little white shorts I had put on him this morning! I reached down into the back of the shorts with one hand and felt my huge butt plug still in his asshole. He must have had in the entire time, so I put my hand around it and slowly began to work it in and out of his cute little bubble butt as he began shake and cry. After moving the plug around in his ass for a moment, I grabbed tightly and pulled hard.

I felt his asshole try desperately to keep the plug in, so I pulled harder until the boy began screaming and I heard a pop as the plug came out of his ass. I pulled it out of the white boy-shorts and threw it in the corner. With my other hand, I reached down into the front of the shorts and grabbed his hairless little cock. He still had the tight cock-ring on his hairless little teenage penis but it had gone kind of soft.

I knew he was still on the two Viagra, so I began to fondle him with my one hand while the other was holding his head tightly against the wall. I could feel his soft little cock getting harder in my hand and I squeezed it tighter and tighter until it was rock hard.

I could hear the boy whimpering through the leather hood, So I leaned in behind him and put my elbow around his throat, holding him tightly against me as I abused his teenage cock. Putting my lips to his ear, I whispered to him.

�It turns me on so much to see how scared you are boy. I am so glad that you chose to become my slave. I can't wait to see how the torture affects you, I'm going to do things to you that you will never forget.�

I felt as the boy's muscles became rigid, and his body began to shake.

�I'm going to choke you now. I'm going to put my hands around your neck and choke you until you are unconcious. Then I'm going to hang you by your collar from the ceiling. I am going to slap your body until you wake up from the pain, and right when you wake up I am going to force feed you the stimulants that I kept you on all week, but I'm going to give you a very high dose. After that, I am going to invite all of my friends over to have a little party. I am going to fuck your throat with a dildo until you can't breathe while my friends take turns fucking your little asshole and shoving toys inside of you.�

The boy was sobbing heavily through the hood, and as he cried I ripped the rest of his clothing off of him. Once he was nude, I unlatched one of his wrists and quickly re-latched it in front of his torso. I grabbed hold of the boy and lifted him a few inches off the ground, then attached the tight handcuffs to the large hook I had in the ceiling.

With the boy hanging by his wrists, I stood behind him and noticed that with the him hanging at this height, my cock lined up perfectly with his ass. The boy was crying loudly through the mask as I stuck my fingers into his mouth and gagged him while gathering up his saliva in my hand. I reached down and coated my hard cock in the teen's saliva, then grabbed him by the hips and slowly pushed myself into his hairless asshole as the boy cried and moaned

Once I was as deep as I could get in the boy, I took one hand and reached around the boy's smooth waist and began masturbating his little shaved cock. The boy was still crying, but I could tell he was becoming more calm. I wanted to make the boy terrified, so I squeezed his cock extremely tight as I began to fuck his asshole as hard as I could. The boy began flailing around and sobbing louder, and as I fucked and groped the teen I took my other hand and brought it up to his neck.

As I fucked the boy brutally, I began to choke him by his throat, stopping his airflow and sending his body into a state of panic. I was getting very close to cumming, so I choked the boy with both hands as tightly as I could and felt his body begin convulsing. As he struggled and shook, I felt his asshole begin to tighten around my cock every time he tried to breathe. As his asshole convulsed around my cock, I felt his body begin to grow limp.

Just as the boy was making his last attempts to breathe, his asshole clenched tightly around my cock and I couldn't hold back any longer. I gave the boy's throat a last squeeze and felt his body go slack as I pumped my cum deep into his eighteen year old ass. With the boy unconscious, I slowly pulled out of him, then grabbed a large leather belt and began slapping him all over his body. When he woke up, I wanted every inch of his body to be in excruciating pain, so I spent a good ten minutes whipping the boy's hairless body as it hung from my ceiling.

By the time I was finished, the boy had dark purple welts running up and down his entire body. I took a few pictures of the boy, then went upstairs to print them and put them in the mail to be sent to the boy's parents. Along with the pictures, I had previously written a well though out thank-you note to this boy's mother and father. I read the letter to myself out loud.

�Dear Mr. and Mrs. Rogers,

Thank you so much for raising such wonderful son. He is everything I could ever want in a teenage boy-slave. I have included several photos that I have taken of your son since he left your home to live in my basement and be a fuck-toy for my friends and I. He will be kept in severely painful bondage whenever he isn't having his throat or his asshole fucked, will be permanently collared.

I hope you enjoyed finding him when you arrived home from your vacation. Being tied up in your home was entirely his idea by the way, he didn't know how to tell you his true feelings about his love of submission so he decided it was best if you just found out accidentally.

He is mine now. I am going to abuse your son in every way I can think of. I'm going to put a plastic bag over his head and tape it tightly around his neck, then watch as he struggles to breathe. I'm going to take him to an adult movie theater that I know of, and I'm going to chain him by his arms and legs to a small table, then videotape different men fuck him in his ass until he screams. When he screams, a man will shove his cock deep into your son's throat and hold it there as he gags and slobbers all over it. I am going to attach muscle stimulators to your son's shaved little teenage body and turn the electricity all the way up. I can't wait to see his little body tied tightly to a table, convulsing as the stimulators torture his weak muscles until he can't even stand. I am going to take your son to Mexico with me the next time I go too. I've been wanting to make him fuck different things, and I know some men in Mexico that can help me with that.

Anyway, thanks again for raising the best slave a man could ever want, I will use him well.

Sincerely,

Master

i think i'm going slightly deaf in one ear. help? its like this everytime i wake up.

Earlier this summer my father re-married his first wife. Thankfully not my mother because she's the quintessential stepford wife cunt. However she's a fitness trainer at Golds, has a rockin body and even though she's six years older than my mom, she looks ten years younger. Well she also has a son from another marriage who is a couple years older than me and also deaf. My father was away on business and I had introduced my step brother to my extensive porn collection. I had just about anything you could think of that wasn't overly taboo, but as far as my brother was concerned it was perfect. Well when his mom and my dad were both gone he would watch the TV in their room. Don't know didn't care. He and I had it worked out that if he was in their room watching porn and i saw either of them coming up the drive, I would hit the wall behind me a couple times because he could feel it and get out. He and I got along pretty well. His mom was a different story. I couldn't do shit right and on more than one occasion she told me she wanted me to go live with my mom. I figured it was time to have a little fun and at the same time show her that her son wasn't as perfect as she made him out to be. I knew he was up in their room watching porn so when she came home, I failed to knock on the wall. She opened the bedroom door and there was her son, completely naked, laying on the bed with the bottoms of his feet pressed together in front of him, cock in hand so hard it could cut diamonds. Unfortunately he didn't hear her screaming or notice her quick enough because by the time she got to him he'd already started to cum. He couldn't stop and his mom couldn't move fast enough. I don't know what she was thinking, but she grabbed for the hand that was wrapped around his cock and ended up with her son's cum down her arm. It was fucking awesome. I expected to have my ass handed to me by him that night, but surprisingly no. Now I knew there was no way in hell she would tell my dad about it, but I didn't care. My little plan worked out better than I thought. A few days went by and nothing was ever said. The following week my step brother came to me and let me know he was going up to our parents room to watch more porn. I affirmed what he said and told him I'd remember to knock on the wall. He smiled, and told me to make sure I did. A couple hours later I saw his mom pull up the drive so I knocked on the wall. Up the stairs she went and I heard her open the bedroom door. Once again she started the screaming so this time I ran up there. Sure enough he was still stroking his cock but was pointing at the TV with his free hand. His mom turned to the TV and went sheet white. When I knocked on the wall he took out the porn DVD and put in one of his mother's instructor DVDs. He was watching his mom's stupid salsa aerobic workout DVD and jacking off to it. Of course I made sure to let her know we had about 100 other options, but I both preferred that one. Needless to say I ended up going to live with my mom after all.

What did the deaf dumb girl call her dog?

EeeuuuurrrhhH!!