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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jamilla’s crucifixion

Jamilla was already awake when the sunlight entered her cell. After the Romans had captured her a week ago at the villa of her master, they had locked her up in there. They had stripped her and tied her up tightly, her hands behind her back, she was forced to sit here in this dark cell. She have had a lot of time to think about what has happened, and, more important, the things to come. At first she had been scared to death by the thought of being crucified, but right now she had found peace with it. Jamilla knew what she had done, and she also knew that she deserved nothing better. There was no doubt that, if she was to be killed, it would happen out there for every one to see. She was just to beautiful to let her die in here. After all she was the most beautiful girl in and around the city, In fact the thought of starving in here scared her even more than a public humiliation. Being tied up all the time and at least raped and tortured, imagine taht! No, no, all well considered, crucifixion was the best she could hope for. At least her pain would be over in a few days instead of years. She didn’t dare to think that the soldiers wouldn’t come for her.

But then the door opened and a couple of men gave entered her cell and removed the ropes from her hands and feet. Jamilla felt some sort of relief when she left the cell. They would not let her starve. Thus far she had been very lucky. It was only now that she realized that nobody had abused her until now. She wasn’t raped, she hadn’t been whipped. The fact of being nude don’t scare her, as a slave girl she has experienced this form of humilation many times, it was usual for the female to walk nude trough the city up tot he crucifixion side, while the men are allowed to wear a loincloth.

As they came out of the dark hallways into the inner yard of the camp, Jamilla spotted a long, thin, wooden cross lying on the ground. “Pick it up!” one of the soldiers said. Jamilla walked towards the cross and lifted it on her shoulder. There was no use in trying to resist, which would only make it worse for her. Two soldiers came standing next to her and one of them hung a wooden plate around her neck with her name, her age and her crime carved in it. Jamilla expected them to push her forward in to the streets of the city, but they didn’t. Both of the soldiers were looking at a little door behind them. As Jamilla looked at it as well, she saw an other soldier coming out with a hammer, a ladder and a basket with nails. Long heavy spikes…

“So it ’s going to be a full nailing” Jamilla said to herself. Until now she had hoped that they would only use ropes or at least only nail her hands, but as she could count more than two nails, she knew she wouldn’t be that lucky. The soldier loaded the gear on a donkey and the other two gave Jamilla a gentile push on her shoulder. “Let’s go.” They said and the campgates opened.

Jamilla carried her cross through the narrow streets of the city. It wasn’t very heavy but despite the early hour the sun was already shining hot. As she came closer to the crucifixion site, more and more people were watching and following her, yelling things at her. She noted the views of the men, on her slim body, her well-shaped breasts, with the long nipples. Her master has pierced them years ago, she has to wear rings there, and the nipples has grown considerably. Except her long hair, her body has been shaved completely, even if the pubic hair has started to grow back, her crotch is visible for everyone.

“Look at you, you stupid basterds,” Jamilla said to herself “ shouldn’t you be working? No you just want to see me suffer, you want to hear me scream on the cross, you want to see the extreme fear in my eyes when they nail me to it. Well screw you! You think I’m afraid but I’m not, you think I’ll beg them for mercy, beg them not to nail my feet, but you’re wrong, wrong, wrong! I won’t. In fact I’ll show you that it doesn’t scare me, I’ll show you how a proud girl faces her destiny!”

As she took the last turn to the marketplace, Jamilla felt this strange sensation in her underbelly. She knew she was walking her last few steps ever. On the market place, one of the soldiers gave the order to stop right in the middle of the square. She let her cross slip to the ground, took a few steps back and looked at the people that came to see her humiliation. One soldier held a hand on her shoulder and took back the wooden plate as the other one unpacked the gear. The third one began to declare her verdict and why she deserved it. During that time Jamilla realized that the strange feeling in her underbelly wasn’t fear as she thought it was, but pleasure. Her crotch has become wet, she noticed it. Every single person on the square wanted to see her young, nude body exposed on the cross. She knew she turned on every man that came to see her today, but none of them would ever have her. She would remain an unreachable ideal forever. She knew she could give them a spectacle they would never forget, that would make every other women look like durt.

Right now Jamilla realized that her time had come. The third soldier reached the end of his speech.

Jamilla knew what she had to do, she would show the crowd she was not afraid. Slowly she walked towards the cross, looking at the soldiers. Then she turned around, looked at he crowd and went lying down on her cross. Before one of the soldiers could grab her, she placed both of her wrists on the crossbeam, waiting for the nails.

The soldier that was going to nail her held back his two accompagnons. “No, no, don’t grab her. I want to see if she really can take this.” Jamilla looked at him as he put the first heavy spike right on top of her wrist. There was no one holding her wrists in place, yet she did not pulled them away, when the soldier raised his hammer for the first blow. Jamilla looked closely as the point of the first nail was driven into her wrist. “Aagh!” The pain was more than unbearable, it didn’t just stay in her wrist. Like water spilled on a flat stone, the pain started to run in various directions, all through her body. Yet the nail had only cut a few muscles and flesh. Right now he was only pushing on her wristbones, slightly driving them apart. As much as Jamilla was suffering, she couldn’t move her arms. She could only watch how the hammer came down a second time. This time the nail crushed her wristbones. Jamilla could feel the couldnes of the steel against her bones. Again she could not hold back a short scream. The pain had now turned into a supernatural form of agony. One of the soldiers who was standing next to the cross, noticed how Jamilla was rubbing her beautiful bare feet over the sand in a useless attempt to lighten the pain. Although the nail hadn’t reached the beam yet, she managed to keep her tortured wrist in place. Her most beautiful body was already covered with sweat when the hammer came down for the third time. Finally the nail came out of her wrist again and made his first contact with the crossbeam. Jamilla felt a bit relieved because she thought the wrist part was over. Once the nail was through, it would be easier to bare. But she was wrong. The hardness of the wood made it very hard to finish the job. The executioner needed six more blows to get her wrist fully nailed to the beam, every blow causing Jamilla more and more pain in addition to the already unbearable agony…

At the first blow, Jamilla had pulled back her second wrist. “Aagh!” A short scream escaped her mouth every time the nail went deeper. Finally the last blow was given and the executioner stood up. Shortly he admired his work, then he walked over to the other side of the beam to nail her other wrist. Jamilla didn’t know how she did it, but she had managed not to cry. Although only one of the four nails was in place, she was already covered with sweat. She looked at her unnailed wrist once more, then she placed it on the crossbeam as she saw the executioner approached with the second nail. He looked at her beautiful young face while he went across her wrist with his fingers to locate the bones. When he found the right spot, he place the nail on it, held his hammer high up in the sky. Then he waited for a moment to see if Jamilla really wouldn’t pull down her arm now that she knew what it felt like to have one nailed wrist. Then he started his horrible job.

Jamilla thought she knew what she had to expect, but no one could ever get used to a sudden explosion of pure pain like that. Again her short screams filled the air, again her beautiful bare feet rubbed against the sand, but yet the agony seemed like at least a thousand times worse. Again she felt how the nail crushed some of her bones and drove others apart. It was in this pure sensation of nothing-but-absolute-agony- that Jamilla realized something strange. With every blow she screamed her little “AaAgh’s” as a message to every one on the square that she couldn’t take it any more. But now she realized, as her pain reached a new, horrible peak with every other blow that she wanted more. Though the agony made it quite impossible to keep her wrist in place, as long as the nail hadn’t pinned it to the wood, Jamilla realized she was able to do so, because she loved it. From this moment one, she could kill and love the executioner for what he was doing to her at the same time. She hated and admired him because he was able of hurting her like this. Though her agony reached unknown hights with every blow, she couldn’t wait for the next one. She watched closely how the nail disappeared deeper into her wrist and into the wood. When the executioner stood up after the nailing, Jamilla felt relieved and disappointed at the same time. Her body was under tension, shivering, excited, despite the heat her nipples remain hard all the time, and she notes that her juice has started to leak.

Jamilla looked at her beautiful nude body as the soldiers made preparations to pull up the cross. With her arms spread out like this above her head and her legs a bit opened to feel the sand under her feet for the last time, both her beautiful small breasts with their long and hard nipples and shaven pubic were exposed to the crowd. Yet Jamilla felt no shame, she felt only pain and a deep desire for more pain. Two soldiers were tying ropes to both ends of the crossbeam while the third one was placing some small pieces of wood at the bottom of the longpole so that the cross wouldn’t slide over the sand when they tried to raise it. Then they attached the ropes to their donkey as well. Then the executioner kneeled down at Jamilla’s feet. He grabbed them by the ankles and measured the length of her legs. He placed her feet on the longpole, right next to each other, so that her legs were slightly bent. He looked at it, changed the pose a bit, released her feet and carved a little bit of wood out of the pole, where he wanted her feet to be when he nailed them. Jamilla had observed his actions very well. For a moment she thought he was going to nail her feet before they raised the cross. She had loved the feeling of his hand around her feet. The two soldiers made the donkey pull up the cross while the executioner made sure the longpole would slip into the hole that was dug for it. As they raised her cross and her feet left the ground for the last time, Jamilla felt how her weight was no longer carried by the thin longpole but only by the two spikes that pierced her wrists. She had to scream. Little yelps of both extreme agony and pleasure escaped her mouth while the donkey was raising her cross. As her cross was almost in a complete vertical position, Jamilla spotted the carve made by the executioner to indicate the intended position of her feet. While the soldiers were making sure the cross wouldn’t fall back if they cut the ropes, Jamilla tried out her final footpose. With her feet against the longpole and her legs opened widely because of the roundness of the longole, she decided that it was both a humiliating and an exciting pose. Jamilla looked at her elegant ankles and her adorable toes. Soon her most beautiful feet would be nailed. To feel once more the pain of really hanging on a cross, she moved her legs away from the longpole, so that they were just hanging on either side of it. Now the executioner placed his ladder against the cross and climbed up to fulfill his duty.

As the executioner reached the final step of the ladder, Jamilla lowered her left foot and placed it right on the spot the executioner wanted it to be. He put the nail right on the most central spot of her foot, slightly adapted its pose so that the toes were really pointing towards the ground. Then he began the nailing. Once again Jamilla experienced a wave of fresh agony running through her body. Again she felt how the nail pushed against the bones of her foot and crushed them with the second blow. Again she let out her little yells every time the nail went a bit deeper. Even when the nail entered the wood after the third blow, she didn’t dare to put any weight on it. Her foot was causing her the same amount of agony as both her wrists. Oooh, she loved crucifixion right now; She thanked the people that invented this heavenly torture from the bottom of her heart as the final blows were given. As the executioner finished the nailing of her left foot, Jamilla felt a bit sad. Now her other foot was the only thing left. After that, her agony would slowly fade away … So she put her other foot right next to her nailed one. The executioner brought out the last nail. Jamilla closed her eyes as her bully raised his hammer. Very intensely she tried to analyze the waves of pain that were caused by the final spike. As the bones of her right foot were crushed she couldn’t hold back a small yelp. Also when she felt how the nail tore the skin of here sole apart, she simply had to release a little “ Ôah!” As the nail was driven further into her foot and the wood of the longpole, Jamilla first realized she was being put to death in the most cruel, horrible and agonizing way known in the whole of the Roman Empire, and that she just loved it. The soldier smashed the nail a bit deeper for the last time. Then he went down a few steps and nailed the wooden plate that quoted Jamill’s crime, name and age to the longpole, right underneath her beautiful, nailed feet. “Jamilla, twenty one year old, blonde slave, murder, theft and arson.” Then he stepped down, took away his ladder and together with one of his fellows he went back to the camp. The third one staid to guard Jamilla so that no one would get her down of there.

Although it had seamed a lot longer, her crucifixion had only taken half an hour. Now most of the spectators resumed their work on the market. For Jamilla, the real horror of crucifixion was about to begin. Right now she realized that the pain in her wrists became too much to bare, even for someone who loved it, so Jamilla had to push up on her feet. Putting her entire weight on the nails piercing her feet caused her a wonderful amount of pain, yet she had to let go, if she didn’t want to faint, and she fell back on her wrists. But very soon, again, the pain in her wrists forced her to retry the push up. The Romans had spiked her in a very ingenious way. By bending her legs just a little bit, Jamilla had to face the problem where to put her weight, but she couldn’t suffocate that easy. As she looked around to see what the other people who had watched her crucifixion were doing. Some people were still looking at her, pointing out to each other how well she was nailed. Jamilla herself was also admiring the work of her bully. While she was at it, she saw that she wasn’t bleeding as much as she thought. The only blood Yamilla saw was the blood that had run out of the wounds when the nails were still driven in. Meanwhile the soldier that staid behind walked over to the fountain and took a drink. He didn’t return to the cross but went strait to one of the stalls on the market. He decided to watch over her from there, in the shadow. On the cross, Jamilla was exposed to the sun. Very slowly her bronzed skin was burning. As she saw the guard take a drink, Jamilla became aware of her own thirst. She wondered whether she could ask for some water as well. After a while her thirst became so big she decided to risk it. “Can…can I have some water to, please…?” she moaned. The guard fulfilled her request and put a cup filled with water on the top of his spear. Jamilla drunk it all and asked for more several times, especially around noon when the sun was burning every drop of liquid out of her.

Jamilla now realized that the pain wasn’t fading away at all. She didn’t know why but the spikes kept hurting her as much as they did when they were driven into place. She looked once more to the nails piercing her body. As she could clearly feel, al four of them were smashed through some bones. “I wonder…” she thought. Jamilla tried to move her fingers, but some of them didn’t react to her command. Also her toes weren’t completely movable. The sight of the spikes entering her feet and wrists fascinated her. Jamilla tried to reach the head of the nails in her wrists. Her fingers could only touch the top of the nails. Her excitement still remains, and her crotch has started to leak, she notes the liquid running down the lips, and the it drops down to the sand.

As the sun went down and the market became empty, Jamilla first realized she would never leave her cross again. Even her corpse would be left up there after she died. She wondered what it would be like, if she died. Would she pass out and never awake again? She didn’t know.

Jamilla’s first night on the cross was filled with agony. There was now way of getting some sleep up there. If the pain didn’t keep her awake, then the coldness of the night would make sure she didn’t sleep. The hours passed slowly, way to slowly, but when Jamilla finally thought she was used to it, the first rays of sunlight announced a new day….

As the market became crowded again, people returned to her cross to see how she was doing. "You 're realy enjoying this, aren't you?" Jamilla managed to ask her public. Of course they did. "Guess what," Jamilla moaned as a reply, "so do I..."

According to some spectators who had seen a few crucifixions already, Jamilla was “dancing” real nice. She was pushing herself up on the spikes piercing her feet and falling back on her wrists al the time. Even if she didn’t had to push up to get some fresh air, she still forced herself to do so. It largely increased her pain. It was her second day on the cross, but Jamilla felt far from exhausted. Now she knew why she hadn’t been raped or whipped: If she were still strong when they nailed her to her cross, she would last longer. Once again Jamilla looked at her beautiful body. The nails fascinated her, how they disappeared in her wrists and feet. Only four nails, but they put her in hell. Right now the thought crossed her mind that despite of the fact that she had been drinking quite a lot yesterday, she didn’t have to pee. The sun burned away every single drop of liquid, even the water from the fountain. In the afternoon, Jamilla felt how she was becoming weaker and weaker, how the pain slowly faded. Right now she wished she could live through it al again, from the cell, to the first nail, the moment of triumph when she exposed her completely nude body to the overwhelmed crowd, the nailing of her wrists and feet, her complete crucifixion. Later that day Jamilla lost conscience. She didn’t saw how a rich salesman paid of the guarding soldier and ordered his men to get Jamilla down from her cross. She didn’t even realized the nails were pulled out.

Jamilla looked out of the window as the sun came up. Six months had passed since her crucifixion. Her wounds had completely healed. The salesman had dropped her of at one of his houses in a small village while she was still unconscious. An other girl slave had told her everything. She had never seen him until now. He was standing in the inner yard, saying goodbye to someone. Then he entered Jamilla’s room. “You’re so beautiful” he said. “You’re so beautiful that you can ask me anything. Ask me and I’ll do it!” Jamilla looked at him as he touched her face. “Well, there is one thing you could do…” She answered.

Later that morning, the entire village watched how Jamilla publicly undressed herself. Completely nude, she walked over to the cross and went lying down on it. She smiled at the salesman as he approached with the hammer and the nails. “Nail me!” she said.

Im trying to find this video of a guy tied up and being jerked by this girl. He's not allowed to cum and he's tied standing to a ladder if I remember correctly. He cums by mistake and she gets pissed and continues to jerk hims long after he cums and he begging her to stop.
Anyone have a clue where this video is?

Ok so lets see how fast i can write this, ive gotta go in about 30 minutes! I just got to tell you about this! So my lil sis calls earlier and says everyone is going out and asks if i wanna go! Im like yeah, so we are inside on the couch when she says she wants to get ready and she is about to shower! I quietly get excited and make my way out the door! Put the ladder against the house and get on the roof to see if i can see her get in, but its not quite dark yet and the risk of getting too close is too great! I then decided fuck it, ima go to her room and see if i can see and if she sees me ill just say im looking for a shirt to go out in since her bfs shirts fit.i walk in and see i can see her in the shower through a reflection in the mirror, but she doesnt know im there yet! So i get a bit nervous knowing that anything i can see in the mirror can see me back if she just turns, so i go back out the door, stand in the hallway for a minute contemplating, thn i decided to try again, this time i knocked and said her name, asked her if i could borrow a shirt, she said she couldnt hear me so she pops open the shower door, from my spot in the closet i can clearly see her in the mirror and look right at her as she makes no attempt to cover!then the water goes off and she steps out, so damn sexy, looking right at me in the mirror as i talk with her. She is still naked and so hot, i chubbed up a lil bit but kept it at bay. We talk for about 3 minutes like that, then she puts her towell on and comes in the closet to help me choose a good one! Several times shifting the towell as i stood there! I tried on the shirt she picked and its awesome, i look so damn good right now! So then i just tok the shirt off and said fuck it im showering in here, your shower is way nicer than mine! She didnt hesitate and went and turned the water on for me, i took off the shirt walked right in front of her and took off my shorts, and stepped in the shower. I was straight chubbin at this point, tying to restrict myself as to not make anything awkward! Ive got a nice dick, ill be honest, no complaints, and i saw her look at it originally. so then she goes and puts on a lil thong and bra and comes back in to primp. The whole time im looking out my periphery to see her tight ass. I asked a question about the shampoo and she comes over opens the door, looking right at me as i stand there in front of my lil sis and starts telling me about which of the massive stockpile of bottles is the best and all that jazz. She did this a total of 3 times while i was in the shower making different recommendations for shampoo conditioner and body wash! When i was done i stepped out and started drying myself off in her room, while she continued to choose new underwear to try on. Oh dam i know i am going to have to make a move on her at some point, just not sure how to broach the subject, i have to say, im alot further along with my sis tha most of you will ever be though:) ANd if you wanna give me shit for not breaking it up into paragraphs or spelling errors, go fuck yourself, i am working on a double bachelors in Physics and Mechanical Engineering, so don't give me shit, im in a damn hurry. Going dancin tonite with lil sis, she doesnt drink, but hell even sober she is already comfortable with me, so who knows!

I had sex with my 56 year old neighbor who her husband passed away. Should I feel weird? or Guilty?

I'm 24 and she's 56 and has a huge ass which has a few wrinkles but still fuckable, and still looks like she's 37 years old.

I was in her apartment fixing something and she lives alone, she was wearing gray yoga pants I get extremely horny, when women wear yoga pants. Every time she walks her huge ass was moving up and down, I called her for some help to hold the ladder so I can change the light bulb, I noticed her staring my dick which I tried to pull back so she won't see it bulge cause I was horny of her gray yoga pants.

All of a sudden she calls me in her room and takes of her yoga pants and says I wanna have sex, I pull down my pants and start ramming her pussy her wrinkle ass was so soft she was enjoying it so much since she had not had sex ever since her hubby passed away, I came in her pussy, cum was pouring out.

She said I can come over any time to fuck her, since her urges are very needed.

I don;t know should I keep going or not? cause I fucked her on her couch in her room, I was going extremely hardcore with her pussy and it felt good she liked it.

I'm a 19 year old male. I live with my my dad step mom and two step sisters. The house we live in has an unfinished basement, but when my dad got remarried I made most of the basement into my bedroom. About 3 weeks ago I drilled a hole at the base of the bathroom cabinet through the floor into the basement. If I stand on a step ladder I can look through the hole directly into the bathroom at whoever is standing at the sink to just to the edge of the tub. Everytime I hear the shower start I go straight to that hole to see who's getting in. Needless to say I've seen both my step sisters and step mom nude numerous times in the past 3 weeks, each time jacking off as I watch them. My peep hole paid off two nights ago when my oldest step sister sat on the edge of the tub and fingered her pussy until she came. That was also my first time seeing a girl squirt in real life. Now all I can think about is fucking her. I at least want to tell her what I saw and see her reaction.

Working her way up the"ladder"

I got ready to take my date to prom and got her to take a few drinks out of my new flask. I know she wasn't really drunk but I played along with it as she acted like she was. Anyways she did decide to join me as our friend who was sober drove to the after party. It was all normal with nothing out of the ordinary but then I gave the two guys on the couch beside me and my date a nudge to get up and I started making out with her.
She went all for it, I thought she might be a bit shy even though she was hot, she still was a virgin, I know because we've been friends since middle school. She didn't let me sleep with her that night, however; she allowed me escort her by the hand up the ladder of stairs. I could tell she was nervous and it turned me on so much.
Once we got into the bedroom I picked her up by the waist and she curled her legs around my back, I dropped her onto my friends moms water bed. I immediately stuck my fist onto her skin through the bottom of her white panties. Her pussy was wet and I couldn't really find the hole for a few seconds. Then I slithered my middle finger straight into her hole. Her eyes were watery like she was in love with me or something.
Anyways long story short thats about as far as I got that night. 2 nights later she sucked my dick because I had convinced her that we should become attached. 4 days later we decided to just be friends but she was much more easy and curious now. Me the boys and her were just hanging around chilling and shit when she said she would suck my dick again, and she would do it in front of my friends. Well now, it turned into kind of a party... this is when she let me fuck her for the first time and buddy recorded it on his phone. She was taller than me but I still managed to manhandle her love handles and handled business like a man. She did not get pregnant that night, and we did more stuff the weekend after that.
Now none of us even talk to her because she's always fucking black guys at our school. It was fun while it lasted and heres the video from my friends phone, bon appetite!

I just turned 35 and have something I need to confess.I Actually probably have much more than this one post but this is where I'll start. The summer after I graduated High School I started working for my Grandad at his gas station. It was still full service back in the late 90's and it worked around my upcoming college class schedule.

My Aunt Ginger ran it for my grandad as his health was not that great and he was getting on up in years. She was 48 and I was 18. She had been the focus off many jerk off sessions in my teen years. She still had blonde hair,not sure if she dyed it, and was in great shape. She swam,ran and worked out constantly,in talking to my mom I found out her husband at the time and soon to be ex was a total piece of shit. He cheated on her constantly and was abusive mentally and physically.

At this time they were separated but probably still fucking bc he would be at her house a few nights a week.Her only child,my older cousin, was five years older than me and was in the armed services and was in town before going on a deployment for 6 months. After work Friday she asked if my sister,her boyfriend and I wanted to come cookout Saturday night we said sure. I had to work Saturday but got off at 6 and headed over there. When I got there you could tell everybody already had a few to drink and where lounging in and around the pool. My drunk Aunt who was normally reserved told me to grab a beer and get my swim trunks and get in the pool. I ran inside changed and came on out. She was laying out on a raft in the middle of the pool. She said come on in the water is fine.I dove in beer in hand and swam to her to put it on her raft. Coming out of the water I almost choked. Her raft spun and I came up at the foot of it and found myself staring right at her crotch. For some reason her suit was sitting wrong and the edge of the suit on one side was right up between her pussy lips. "You gonna drown" I heard my uncle shout from the grill,snapping me back in to reality. "Yep I'm ok just sucked in some water"I yelled back. My aunt asked if I could push her raft to the steps so she could get out. I obliged and got to the side and pushed it the 20 ft to the shallow end steps. When we got there she rubbed my head like a puppy then kissed me on the check and said you were always my favorite nephew. I said gee thanks considering my other cousin was total douche and spoiled brat and everyone hated him. As she got out she did that thing woman do when they get out of water and adjusted her bikini bottoms. I tried to catch a sneak peak but only got to see some ass cheek.

About 5 minutes later my uncle calls out the food is ready and my cousin,sister, and her bf wake up and we all head in side.By this time my aunt had changed in to some running shorts and a tank top. She was refilling her wine glass and fixing her plate when my uncle said something shitty aboout how much food she had on her plate. I was known to be a smart ass and patted my uncles belly and said like you have any room to talk. I turned to my aunt and said he's just jealous of your girlish figure and wishes he could still wear a bikini. Everybody laughed and we ate and drank and chilled out. Aunt Ginger finished off a bottle of whatever wine and said she was going to bed. Uncle Bill was passed out on the couch and the rest of us went to different guest rooms and passed out for the night. About 4 am I woke up with a raging hard on and the feeling I was going to piss all over myself. the house was pitch black and was still very drunk. I felt my way down the hall and found the guest bathroom to which the wonderful sounds of my sister's bf vomittting coming through the door. There was only one other bathroom up stairs and that was the master. The door was cracked open and I tried to be careful but the raging piss being barely held back was the only think I cared about. I opened the bathroom and flipped on the light and closed the door behind. To anyones that had to piss with a hard on it's not easy. I did my best to hit the toilet but i'm pretty sure most of it was anywhere but. As I was shaking the last of the piss out the door start to open and my Aunt goes Bill are you Ok? I pause not knowing what to do and for some reason turn towards her dick straight in the air and before I can say a word she says come to bed you know how horny wine makes me and opens the door wide open in nothing but her panties. Our eyes meet then she stares at my dick while I'm starring at her boobs. She's goes Oh My Good Jake I'm so sorry. I finally get my shorts up and run out while she is diving back in her bed.

The next morning everyone sleeps in but I get up first and head downstairs. I see Uncle Bill tried to get to his bedroom but fell at the top stairs and passed out again and even looked like he pissed his pants. I head to the kitchen and grab some Orange juice before I head outside and dive in the pool to clear my head. I swim a few laps before I get out.As I'm coming up the ladder I look up and my aunt has been sitting there watching me. She's chilling, drinking some coffee and asks me how feel. I told her my head is ringing but I'll be ok. She says so about last night and I tell her that Clay was throwing up and I had to piss and start to ramble. She says don't sweat it, it will be our little secret. I say works for me and we gone in about the time everyone is waking up and cook breakfast then aftewrads I head home.

Monday I get to work and she is already gone and this goes on everyday until Thursday. Thursday I come in and the older man that works there had come in as well. He says your Aunt called me in and said to call have you call her when you got here. I call her up and she says I need some work down at my house come on over. I get there knock on the door and no one answers. The door is unlocked so I open it and hollar out Hello. She yells down upstairs Jake. Not knowing what was happening and having read one to many penthouse forums I start to think it's about to go down. I head upstairs and call out Aunt Ginger and she says in the bedroom Honey. I walk in hoping for my Aunt naked but find her in overalls and a head band cleaning out her closets. She is throwing all of my uncles stuff in boxes and just cramming it in there then duct taping the shit out of it. I ask her whats up and she tells me that she told Uncle Bill they were done this time. Come to find out that weekend they were going to reconcile and she was going to let him move back home. Sunday my cousin overheard his dad talking on the phone to his girlfriend after we all left telling her he was out of town and would be back tonight. My cousin confronted him and broke his dad's nose when his dad told him to mind his own fucking business. So my Aunt had been busy getting an attorney and restraining orders. I told her she seemed pretty upbeat considering she was getting a divorce. She says it feels like a 1000 lb weight has been lifted and I feel free again. So we work and laugh and pack all his stuff up and put it outside in the garage for him to pick up while she's at work the next day. It's kind of late and she says go get some food and come back my treat for being so helpful. She hands me $50 and I head to the chinese place down the street. When I get back she is in the den on the couch listening to what had to of been Kenny G or some shit. She had lit some candles and turned the lights down some and had poured a glass of wine. She said grab a beer and join me. I walked in and she was wearing some running shorts and over size t shirt. Nothing really sexy about it except the way she was sitting I could see up her shorts enough to see her black lace panties. She patted the spot next to her and said sit down. I plopped down and passed her a container of sweet and sour chicken and some chopsticks and we just ate and talked about the assholes we deal with everyday at work. The more she drank the more touchy she got. Rubbing my legs,touching my hair,and pushing me like she was a 16 yr girl. She asks about my gf and I tell her we broke up a few weeks back bc she was going away to school and it was stupid to try to make it work. She said well as handsome as you are you will be fine. You have become such a good looking young man and really grown in to your big head. As a kid my head was huge luckily I was 6'4 by then and it was normal. She then goes your cock has really grown to since the days when you used to spend the night and run around naked when you were supposed to be putting your pajamas on. I choked on my beer and said "what" she says "I'm just playing with you Jake,lighten up you aren't the only one who can be a smart ass." I laugh and tell her that I'm glad she left Bill bc he was a dick. She agreed then said "crash on the couch or in one of the guest rooms,you've had to much to drink and your mom would kill me if I let you drive." I wake up the next morning about 9am find a note on the fridge. Don't come in to work today I have your shift covered,I need some work done at the house. Chill out the house is yours i'll be back by 2.

I eat breakfast then decide if I want to shower or take a bath in her big jacuzzi tub. I throw my underwear in the washer and grab some of my cousins shorts and T shirt and head up stairs. I turn on the jacuzzi and start to look for a towel. Nothing under the sink so I open the closet and they are sitting there on a shelf. I grab one and go to walk out when a laundry basket in the corner grabs my eye. I look and see a pair of panties on top. I walk over pick them up and immediately smell them. My cock instantly sprang to life. They were the ones she had on the day before working the house and smelled like it. I looked around and found some baby oil and started to go to work. It was the greatest thing I ever smelled and I just had to taste them. I started to lick the crotch and could taste her all over them. My the time I was done jacking off the smell and taste were gone and I was dizzy with lust. I jumped in the tub and just relaxed for about hour it seemed. I got out and went and watched TV. Nothing good was on so I started looking through her movies to find something. My cousin liked all the good comedies like Airplaneand Caddyshack so I knew there would be something. In the very back I found one blank VHS tape and put it in the VCR. Figuring it could be one of Bill's porn tapes I hoped it would be something good. It starts off it was just an old copy of some shitty 90's TV show. I fast forwarded a little and the show went black for a minute then it's my Aunt's bedroom. She's laying on the bed talking on the phone. After a minute I realize she is talking to Uncle Bill and they are having phone sex.He is on speaker and she is recording it for him. She is very shy you can tell and nothing very dirty per se. He has her finger her pussy spread eagle then has her get on all fours and tells her to spread her ass cheeks. She says"Bill you know I don't like that." He begs her and she finally relents.She gets on all fours and spreads her ass wide and she fingering her snatch and tells her to slide a finger in her ass. She sticks one in her mouth and moistens it before she slowly inserts it in her ass. Before long she is face down in the bed 2 fingers in her ass the other hand going back and forth between her clit and fingering herself. She gets more wild then you can tell she is having an orgasm. She calms down rolls over and he tells her goodnight then she comes to the camera and kisses then lens and says I love you Honey. The date was from 1991. I fast forwarded to see if anything else was on there but nothing other than shitty TV shows.

(to be continued)

Camille came to work with me one day, a few months after we’d met. It was ladder work, which is why she wanted to come. I work alone mostly. And she likes being up on the ladder. I built a business taking care of people’s homes. When people ask me what I do for work, that’s what I tell them, I take care of people’s homes, but the real answer is so much more. On this day with Cam we’d be scraping window trim. But the next day is car transportation to and from the airport. And the day after is finding and fixing a small leak, but most likely replacing the dishwasher, and then repairing the flooring from the damage. Oh, and then I have to pick up clothes from a customer and allocate them elsewhere, but not before rebuilding a screen door and making and installing shelves for a local coffee shop. But on this day we’ll be on ladders scraping window trim. Which is why Cam wanted to come.

Cam stepped out of the bedroom that morning into the hall as I was exiting the bathroom. “How does this look?” She asked me. Referring to the outfit she chose to wear to work that day, she showcased it with an impromptu hallway-width catwalk turn. Unbelievable, I told her. “It’s not too long?” She asked. Referring to her skirt. Seems just right to me. Oh, good! She replied excitedly with a short hop and tail wiggle as she proceeded back into the bedroom to finish ablutions.

Camille is a short girl at five foot even, and very petite. She’s young and pretty with striking blue eyes and shoulder length dirty-blonde hair. But what attracted me to her most was and still is her playfulness. Cam doesn’t tend to take things too seriously, which I’m working on myself. Where I would maybe think far too long about something that simply doesn’t matter, Cam just goes for it and calls me a silly goose. And she’s got this ability to surprise me every time. Less so now as we’ve been together for sometime. But still from time to time she gets me. Like every day really. And to my weaning dismay, tending toward total approval to the point of following suit, ninety percent of the time her playfulness is sexual in nature, or rooted in some sort of sexual connotation. Sexual, kinky, naughty, taboo, and sometimes just downright filthy, she’s one hundred percent comfortable with her body, expressing herself sexually, speaking her mind, and she doesn’t wince easily. She’s a free flowing form of one hundred percent woman. She’s nice, she’s thoughtful, caring, loving, and an overtly naughty sex crazed being. Who wouldn’t love that.

For example: Now this is an extreme case, but it gives insight into who she is. Now let it be known, neither of us have a desire to play in this way, but Cam always jokes around in an attempt to push the boundaries, my buttons, and get me to loosen up more and more. SO we’re walking down the road one day and (Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. Okay here goes.) So we’re walking down the road and I noticed some dried dog poop. I grabbed her and said, “Look out for the poop. Don’t step in it.” So she says to me, and I quote, “Dare me to lick it?” I’m like, Good Lord girl, no! “What’s the big deal? It’s just poop.” She told me. Question asked, question answered. - Now I need to tell you before I lose you here, this story is not about poop. I promise you. This is just an indicator into who she is. So Cam proceeds to get on her hands and knees, on the side of a fairly well trafficked road, and egg me on. And to boot, and I guess this is pertinent information, Cam doesn’t exactly believe in wearing underwear. I mean, she will if no other clothing is covering it. At which point she calls it outerwear. But if she’s wearing even the shortest of dresses or skirts, any other accompanying garments are out of the question. So there she is, this young, pretty, sexy thing, bent over on the side of a public road, her ass clearly visible to anyone who happens to pass by, daring me to dare her to lick dog poop. And if I say something such as referring to the fact that someone might see her. Her only reply ever is always in the vein of, let them see, somebody's gotta make the world a better place. It’s not that she wants people to see, or even goes out of her way to ensure that they do. But Cam is just being Cam, and what happens, happens. I aspire to her nature of play and carefreeness, especially when it comes to sex, or simply expressing myself. I’m getting there, and I’m becoming less reserved about it. That’s why I’m writing this. I told her I would.

Oh, good lord, she just came through the room, or pranced through is more like it. Panties on her head, and a bra around her crotch area. “Is this how you wear them, David?” She asked me. Um, no, but getting closer!

So we’re off to work. Now this is a real job with real work that needs to get done. Cam is a hard fucking worker too. Bright, intelligent, intuitive when it comes to getting shit done. What needs doing, where, when, how; all the things. This isn’t just play time. Or I should say, this isn’t solely play time. But as Cam says, most time is an opportunity for play time.

So we get to this house and Cam and I begin setting up for our day. Occasionally people are shuffling by. It’s a friendly town. We wave, they wave, we say hi, and so on. We get the ladders set up, the music going, and all we need is a tarp and some scrapers and we’re off. This is a mountain ski resort town in Colorado, so It’s a beautiful day. And increasingly so, the people in these towns, whether they be tourists or locals, dress more like they are on a beach in Southern California rather than at nine thousand feet. But the weather is conducive, so the attire is, shall we say, nice to look at because there’s less and less of it. Or as Cam points out to me, “she’s hot.” So despite what Cam is wearing, it really draws little to no attention specifically to her. Despite the fact that, “she’s hot too.” If you take notice, you take notice, but a short skirt is par for the course here. So up the ladder she goes.

No panties on, the view from below was, how shall I say this, enjoyable to say the least. And improved my typical workday by severfold. I’m being modest. It was fucking incredible. I’m a grateful guy in general, but this was like, “okay, I’m not sure how I conjured this into my life, but I’ll take it all day long!” She liked it, she knew it, she wanted it, but most of all, she enjoyed that I liked it. And liked it, I did. So much so in fact that I could hardly keep my hand off myself. In fact, the only time I did remove my hand was to take pictures and videos that we looked at together later. I’ll share one with you here.

Now I haven’t told you a story so far, rather, just something that happened. Setting up the scene so to speak. But what would a scene be without a story? I’ve told you about me. I’ve told you about my kinky little girlfriend. But what I haven’t told you might make your head explode. In the best way, of course. At least it made mine. But I’m vanilla, or so I think. I don’t know. You be the judge. But hang tight, it’s about to get good.

So we’d brought two ladders and set both of them up, but Cam insisted I be the ground person. Or that one of us only be on one ladder at a time. Because what I haven’t told you yet is that now it was my turn, and Cam made me wear very revealing shorts to work too. One of the ways we connected when we’d first met was our mutual dislike for wearing underwear. For me, when I was a teenager I stopped wearing briefs because I was chubby, and they were just uncomfortable. I tried boxers but still to this day I don’t know how people wear those things. They’re just so uncomfortable. So since I was fifteen years old - I’m forty-six now - I haven’t worn a pair of underwear one day. And Cam loved that. Easy access to the flopping penis, she tells me, is a wonderful thing for a girl like me.

So although rather uneventful in my estimation, Cam insisted that up the ladder you go, sir. Yes ma’am. So there I was, a dangling participle revealed for her viewing. And viewed, she did, with camera and all. That iPhone has an amazing zoom, she told me. Talk about uncomfortable. Cam would yell things below as people would pass by. “Throw down the hammer, David?!” Oh good lord. “”Hey, yur lookin’ good up there!” And, “David, do you need me to hold anything for you?” And, “Hey David, I think your balls are hanging out!” Some of her comments weren’t designed for cleverness, rather to provoke the passersby and embarrass me. It’s astounding what people don’t notice. I’m on a ladder with my giant old balls hanging from my tiny red shorts one block off of Main St. and no one notices even when she points them out. The irony being you know that if I were doing that and Cam wasn’t there…

I would throw comments up to her too in an attempt to out embarrass her. As if that were possible. I wasn’t quite as good at it though, and all I’d accomplish was to make her laugh. Which was awesome, but not what I was going for. “Hey lady, the moon is out!” Or, “I see you missed a spot!” I don’t even know what that one means. All Cam had to do was reference caulk all day. For me it was a bit more challenging. I either went from not making any sense at all to just embarrassing myself with all I was yelling up to her. “I see your butt!” And queue the disgusted look from the speed walker passing by. “Cam, I’m really not good at this, love!” She was literally crying from laughter at my stupid comments. And luckily she saved me by yelling out to the speed walker. Something to the effect of, “It’s okay, he’s a little retarded, but he’s got a nice penis!” Forgoing the caulk reference completely. The lady’s look turned from one of disdain to a crooked smirk very quickly. But then I got a good one in. “Hey Cam, I see a crack, do you want me to fill it in with my big white caulk?” Okay, when I say a good one, I mean a less retarded one. I know, we’re not supposed to use that word. But I don’t think mentally handicapped people meant, abolish the word completely. They themselves just don’t want to be called retarded. But me? I’ll take a little degradation. It’s fun for sex! And sex we did!

Cam’s skirt, per the way she liked it, would be pulled up high enough to where if you looked closely enough you could see her vagina. I know! Huh, funny. Cam and I are having a back and forth right now. When I type sometimes I speak it out loud. She loves that I’m writing this, but she’s correcting my sexual vernacular as I go. She wants me to call it a see-you-next-tuesday. No, she says. Arg! A cunt! It’s a cunt. Some people have vagina’s. Hers growls! Cam just growled at me. Lol. Anyway! The way she likes to wear her clothes is if someone’s going to notice, then let them. It’s such an interesting thing to witness though. Most people actually don’t. And the ones who do pretend they don’t. She’s not trying to cause anyone alarm or discomfort, and like I said, her attire actually blends in, but she is who she is and she enjoys pushing boundaries in herself. That’s what I love about her. Plus it doesn’t hurt that she’s stunning to look at for me. A very unassuming girl. And don’t get me wrong, it’s not as though she flaunts her vagi…cunt, but if that skirt flops just the right way as a set of eyes just happens upon a glance down there, you’re gonna pussy. She’s now telling me to call it her Baby-Boo. Oh, sorry. My Baby-Boo. Baby-Boo Cunt Muffin Sandwich. I don’t really know what that means but it all checks out to me! Now she’s trying to get in here to type. H afgd sh 78 39n87gdfs

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Good lord. She wants me to tell you what her cunt muffin looks like. Okay, I’m just gonna involve you on all the back and forth that’s going on here. Yes, I will tell them it’s young. Cam is twenty-three years old. We met a year ago. She moved in six months later. She does the dishes naked. She goes to the bathroom with the door open. She pees in the shower. She licks me everywhere. She calls her tits bumps because she says she doesn’t have any. They’re not boobs, they’re bumps. I personally love them. She’s now blushing. Wow, that’s a new one. And, yes, dear, her vagina is that of a seventeen year old hairless Mexican Chihuahua. I think those are two breeds mixed into one. She’s just being silly now. It looks like one of those pumped pussy’s. We watch a lot of porn together. Pumped pussy is actually quite hot. Hers looks like a hotdog bun. She’s telling me to tell you this. I personally think it’s more the length of a hotdog bun, and looks like a shaven pumped pussy. Cunt-Muffin, sorry. Anyway, It’s long and bald and quite puffy. And it jiggles when you smack it. But I’m not kidding, it’s really long. Like all the way from normal clit positioning to her asshole. She’s giggling now. Which brings me back to my point. If Cam bends over in public, game over. There it is. She’s telling me to call it her pussy.

Wait, so your vagina is your cunt and your asshole is your pussy?
Correct.
So what’s your mouth then?
You know what my mouth is!
Oh good lord. Okay, we won’t get into that. She wants me to tell you.
Tell them how you pee-pee in me.
Dear Reader, actually, you know what, this brings me right back to the story.
Yay, she says.
Okay, so.

We’re on the ladder. No, she’s on the ladder. She’s got me flustered now. Cam is on the ladder and she says she’s got to pee. Now I never know what to expect from this girl, but I know, it’s typically never what I thought. Because when I expect a torrent of piss to come flooding down from above, no. Instead what she does is pee into her empty coffee mug on the window ledge and hand it to me. Naturally I say, what now? Whatever you like, dear. What do I like, I wonder. I’m sure she’s wanting me to drink it. And honestly, it didn’t bother me all that much. But what I really wanted to do was shock her. Show her that all is not lost and I am learning to misbehave. So I dipped my cock head in and filled it to the brim. Took a sip and climbed it back to her. Okay, that was hot, she told me. But Cam being Cam, she finished it in several gulps, put the mug down and continued scraping. “You just drank piss,” I told her! To which she responded, It’s hot up here, and kept scraping. That was our first experience drinking from each other, it came out of nowhere, and it got me like nothing ever has before. I was instantly hooked. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen a woman do. It spoke to me sexually in a way nothing ever had before. It was almost addictive to the point of definitely wanting to explore it more rather than less. And we explored. We are exploring now as I type this. Now it seems all we do is drink each other's piss. Which I gotta tell you, it’s the last thing I thought I’d ever do, (to drink and be drunk from) but the thing I’m enjoying the most. It’s intoxicating in a way I cannot quite sum up in words. Cam says, try it! You’ll like it or you won’t. Cam says make sure you drink lots of water. I agree. Drink lots of water if you’re going to piss in your girlfriend’s mouth, and vice-versa. But we drink so much pee that it’s hardly even sexual anymore. Cam says, “turns me on!” I agree, it turns me on too. But it’s more utilitarian at this point. We spend a ton of time together. That’s not to say we don’t spend time apart, but we’ve learned to love and more so, accept each other as is, so it’s fun. We can just be who we are with each other. And who we are has turned out to be a pee drinking couple, among other things. And we drink a lot of pee. We literally just drink from each other all the time. I don’t use the toilet anymore. And neither does she. We either pee in each other, on each other, in glasses or on ourselves. To which Cam just made slurping noises with her tongue out. Oh Good Lord. Okay I’m getting turned on now.

We share a lot. We’re both artists, we enjoy similar things such as peeing in the shower. I’m joking, not joking. But I think my point is that we enjoy being apart just as much as we enjoy being together. Because we enjoy what we do separately too. So when we come together, it’s from full and enjoyable lives that we love. But pee, right. It’s utilitarian at this point, but no less hot. We just pee anywhere all the time. Sometimes even without provocation or foresite. We’ll just be walking along the road and there’s piss running down Cam’s leg. Or I will pee my shorts while sitting across from her drinking our morning coffee in the garden. But most often we’re drinking it. I’ve drank so much of this girl’s pee I hardly drink anything more. And even when I’m drinking other things, Cam pees in them for me, and I in hers. But I think our favorite is directly in our mouths. And there’s no asking anymore. I got over that months ago. I just pee. No asking, no wishy-washy, just simply pee.

Despite popular belief, when you drink water, pee tastes like water. We’re both healthy, active, relatively fit people. So nothing weird there, like no weird taste or disease or anything like that. It’s just pee! And I like pee. Cam likes it too. Even once, okay now bare with me. We pee’d each other’s clothes. As in, soaked them through. Now even though you might think this is getting weird, or, weird sailed long ago, it’s our thing and we enjoy it. But clothes soaked through, they then hung out to dry until we were ready to wear them out. I think you know where I’m going with this. Yes we wore pissed dry clothes in public. Cam just chuckled to herself. Yes, honey, I know. Cam likes the smell, but I don’t really think it does. Or if it does I guess I like it too. It’s just kind of nice in this crazy world to have a secret in plain site like that. We have friends, jobs, dreams, aspirations, family, all of it. But at the end of the day we enjoy the piss. Cam calls it piss more than me. I say pee. Dick wine. Bladder nectar. She’s giving me these names now. Urethra juice. She’s asking me to tell you what I use her mouth as. I’d argue but…it’s my urinal. Her mouth is my urinal. My colastami sack. My toilet bowl. Okay I’m done now.

So Cam is telling me to tell you other things but I think I’ll save that for another story. I have to admit, this was fun, and cathartic. She’s my catheter, she says. Okay, we’re gonna go now. Cam says please try drinking pee and that it’s good for you to try new things. She’s waving, bye. Okay, until next time. Pee you later! Bye!!! Bye!

Camille came to work with me one day, a few months after we’d met. It was ladder work, which is why she wanted to come. I work alone mostly. And she likes being up on the ladder. I built a business taking care of people’s homes. When people ask me what I do for work, that’s what I tell them, I take care of people’s homes, but the real answer is so much more. On this day with Cam we’d be scraping window trim. But the next day is car transportation to and from the airport. And the day after is finding and fixing a small leak, but most likely replacing the dishwasher, and then repairing the flooring from the damage. Oh, and then I have to pick up clothes from a customer and allocate them elsewhere, but not before rebuilding a screen door and making and installing shelves for a local coffee shop. But on this day we’ll be on ladders scraping window trim. Which is why Cam wanted to come.

Cam stepped out of the bedroom that morning into the hall as I was exiting the bathroom. “How does this look?” She asked me. Referring to the outfit she chose to wear to work that day, she showcased it with an impromptu hallway-width catwalk turn. Unbelievable, I told her. “It’s not too long?” She asked. Referring to her skirt. Seems just right to me. Oh, good! She replied excitedly with a short hop and tail wiggle as she proceeded back into the bedroom to finish ablutions.

Camille is a short girl at five foot even, and very petite. She’s young and pretty with striking blue eyes and shoulder length dirty-blonde hair. But what attracted me to her most was and still is her playfulness. Cam doesn’t tend to take things too seriously, which I’m working on myself. Where I would maybe think far too long about something that simply doesn’t matter, Cam just goes for it and calls me a silly goose. And she’s got this ability to surprise me every time. Less so now as we’ve been together for sometime. But still from time to time she gets me. Like every day really. And to my weaning dismay, tending toward total approval to the point of following suit, ninety percent of the time her playfulness is sexual in nature, or rooted in some sort of sexual connotation. Sexual, kinky, naughty, taboo, and sometimes just downright filthy, she’s one hundred percent comfortable with her body, expressing herself sexually, speaking her mind, and she doesn’t wince easily. She’s a free flowing form of one hundred percent woman. She’s nice, she’s thoughtful, caring, loving, and an overtly naughty sex crazed being. Who wouldn’t love that.

For example: Now this is an extreme case, but it gives insight into who she is. Now let it be known, neither of us have a desire to play in this way, but Cam always jokes around in an attempt to push the boundaries, my buttons, and get me to loosen up more and more. SO we’re walking down the road one day and (Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. Okay here goes.) So we’re walking down the road and I noticed some dried dog poop. I grabbed her and said, “Look out for the poop. Don’t step in it.” So she says to me, and I quote, “Dare me to lick it?” I’m like, Good Lord girl, no! “What’s the big deal? It’s just poop.” She told me. Question asked, question answered. - Now I need to tell you before I lose you here, this story is not about poop. I promise you. This is just an indicator into who she is. So Cam proceeds to get on her hands and knees, on the side of a fairly well trafficked road, and egg me on. And to boot, and I guess this is pertinent information, Cam doesn’t exactly believe in wearing underwear. I mean, she will if no other clothing is covering it. At which point she calls it outerwear. But if she’s wearing even the shortest of dresses or skirts, any other accompanying garments are out of the question. So there she is, this young, pretty, sexy thing, bent over on the side of a public road, her ass clearly visible to anyone who happens to pass by, daring me to dare her to lick dog poop. And if I say something such as referring to the fact that someone might see her. Her only reply ever is always in the vein of, let them see, somebody's gotta make the world a better place. It’s not that she wants people to see, or even goes out of her way to ensure that they do. But Cam is just being Cam, and what happens, happens. I aspire to her nature of play and carefreeness, especially when it comes to sex, or simply expressing myself. I’m getting there, and I’m becoming less reserved about it. That’s why I’m writing this. I told her I would.

Oh, good lord, she just came through the room, or pranced through is more like it. Panties on her head, and a bra around her crotch area. “Is this how you wear them, David?” She asked me. Um, no, but getting closer!

So we’re off to work. Now this is a real job with real work that needs to get done. Cam is a hard fucking worker too. Bright, intelligent, intuitive when it comes to getting shit done. What needs doing, where, when, how; all the things. This isn’t just play time. Or I should say, this isn’t solely play time. But as Cam says, most time is an opportunity for play time.

So we get to this house and Cam and I begin setting up for our day. Occasionally people are shuffling by. It’s a friendly town. We wave, they wave, we say hi, and so on. We get the ladders set up, the music going, and all we need is a tarp and some scrapers and we’re off. This is a mountain ski resort town in Colorado, so It’s a beautiful day. And increasingly so, the people in these towns, whether they be tourists or locals, dress more like they are on a beach in Southern California rather than at nine thousand feet. But the weather is conducive, so the attire is, shall we say, nice to look at because there’s less and less of it. Or as Cam points out to me, “she’s hot.” So despite what Cam is wearing, it really draws little to no attention specifically to her. Despite the fact that, “she’s hot too.” If you take notice, you take notice, but a short skirt is par for the course here. So up the ladder she goes.

No panties on, the view from below was, how shall I say this, enjoyable to say the least. And improved my typical workday by severfold. I’m being modest. It was fucking incredible. I’m a grateful guy in general, but this was like, “okay, I’m not sure how I conjured this into my life, but I’ll take it all day long!” She liked it, she knew it, she wanted it, but most of all, she enjoyed that I liked it. And liked it, I did. So much so in fact that I could hardly keep my hand off myself. In fact, the only time I did remove my hand was to take pictures and videos that we looked at together later. I’ll share one with you here.

Now I haven’t told you a story so far, rather, just something that happened. Setting up the scene so to speak. But what would a scene be without a story? I’ve told you about me. I’ve told you about my kinky little girlfriend. But what I haven’t told you might make your head explode. In the best way, of course. At least it made mine. But I’m vanilla, or so I think. I don’t know. You be the judge. But hang tight, it’s about to get good.

So we’d brought two ladders and set both of them up, but Cam insisted I be the ground person. Or that one of us only be on one ladder at a time. Because what I haven’t told you yet is that now it was my turn, and Cam made me wear very revealing shorts to work too. One of the ways we connected when we’d first met was our mutual dislike for wearing underwear. For me, when I was a teenager I stopped wearing briefs because I was chubby, and they were just uncomfortable. I tried boxers but still to this day I don’t know how people wear those things. They’re just so uncomfortable. So since I was fifteen years old - I’m forty-six now - I haven’t worn a pair of underwear one day. And Cam loved that. Easy access to the flopping penis, she tells me, is a wonderful thing for a girl like me.

So although rather uneventful in my estimation, Cam insisted that up the ladder you go, sir. Yes ma’am. So there I was, a dangling participle revealed for her viewing. And viewed, she did, with camera and all. That iPhone has an amazing zoom, she told me. Talk about uncomfortable. Cam would yell things below as people would pass by. “Throw down the hammer, David?!” Oh good lord. “”Hey, yur lookin’ good up there!” And, “David, do you need me to hold anything for you?” And, “Hey David, I think your balls are hanging out!” Some of her comments weren’t designed for cleverness, rather to provoke the passersby and embarrass me. It’s astounding what people don’t notice. I’m on a ladder with my giant old balls hanging from my tiny red shorts one block off of Main St. and no one notices even when she points them out. The irony being you know that if I were doing that and Cam wasn’t there…

I would throw comments up to her too in an attempt to out embarrass her. As if that were possible. I wasn’t quite as good at it though, and all I’d accomplish was to make her laugh. Which was awesome, but not what I was going for. “Hey lady, the moon is out!” Or, “I see you missed a spot!” I don’t even know what that one means. All Cam had to do was reference caulk all day. For me it was a bit more challenging. I either went from not making any sense at all to just embarrassing myself with all I was yelling up to her. “I see your butt!” And queue the disgusted look from the speed walker passing by. “Cam, I’m really not good at this, love!” She was literally crying from laughter at my stupid comments. And luckily she saved me by yelling out to the speed walker. Something to the effect of, “It’s okay, he’s a little retarded, but he’s got a nice penis!” Forgoing the caulk reference completely. The lady’s look turned from one of disdain to a crooked smirk very quickly. But then I got a good one in. “Hey Cam, I see a crack, do you want me to fill it in with my big white caulk?” Okay, when I say a good one, I mean a less retarded one. I know, we’re not supposed to use that word. But I don’t think mentally handicapped people meant, abolish the word completely. They themselves just don’t want to be called retarded. But me? I’ll take a little degradation. It’s fun for sex! And sex we did!

Cam’s skirt, per the way she liked it, would be pulled up high enough to where if you looked closely enough you could see her vagina. I know! Huh, funny. Cam and I are having a back and forth right now. When I type sometimes I speak it out loud. She loves that I’m writing this, but she’s correcting my sexual vernacular as I go. She wants me to call it a see-you-next-tuesday. No, she says. Arg! A cunt! It’s a cunt. Some people have vagina’s. Hers growls! Cam just growled at me. Lol. Anyway! The way she likes to wear her clothes is if someone’s going to notice, then let them. It’s such an interesting thing to witness though. Most people actually don’t. And the ones who do pretend they don’t. She’s not trying to cause anyone alarm or discomfort, and like I said, her attire actually blends in, but she is who she is and she enjoys pushing boundaries in herself. That’s what I love about her. Plus it doesn’t hurt that she’s stunning to look at for me. A very unassuming girl. And don’t get me wrong, it’s not as though she flaunts her vagi…cunt, but if that skirt flops just the right way as a set of eyes just happens upon a glance down there, you’re gonna pussy. She’s now telling me to call it her Baby-Boo. Oh, sorry. My Baby-Boo. Baby-Boo Cunt Muffin Sandwich. I don’t really know what that means but it all checks out to me! Now she’s trying to get in here to type. H afgd sh 78 39n87gdfs

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Good lord. She wants me to tell you what her cunt muffin looks like. Okay, I’m just gonna involve you on all the back and forth that’s going on here. Yes, I will tell them it’s young. Cam is twenty-three years old. We met a year ago. She moved in six months later. She does the dishes naked. She goes to the bathroom with the door open. She pees in the shower. She licks me everywhere. She calls her tits bumps because she says she doesn’t have any. They’re not boobs, they’re bumps. I personally love them. She’s now blushing. Wow, that’s a new one. And, yes, dear, her vagina is that of a seventeen year old hairless Mexican Chihuahua. I think those are two breeds mixed into one. She’s just being silly now. It looks like one of those pumped pussy’s. We watch a lot of porn together. Pumped pussy is actually quite hot. Hers looks like a hotdog bun. She’s telling me to tell you this. I personally think it’s more the length of a hotdog bun, and looks like a shaven pumped pussy. Cunt-Muffin, sorry. Anyway, It’s long and bald and quite puffy. And it jiggles when you smack it. But I’m not kidding, it’s really long. Like all the way from normal clit positioning to her asshole. She’s giggling now. Which brings me back to my point. If Cam bends over in public, game over. There it is. She’s telling me to call it her pussy.

Wait, so your vagina is your cunt and your asshole is your pussy?
Correct.
So what’s your mouth then?
You know what my mouth is!
Oh good lord. Okay, we won’t get into that. She wants me to tell you.
Tell them how you pee-pee in me.
Dear Reader, actually, you know what, this brings me right back to the story.
Yay, she says.
Okay, so.

We’re on the ladder. No, she’s on the ladder. She’s got me flustered now. Cam is on the ladder and she says she’s got to pee. Now I never know what to expect from this girl, but I know, it’s typically never what I thought. Because when I expect a torrent of piss to come flooding down from above, no. Instead what she does is pee into her empty coffee mug on the window ledge and hand it to me. Naturally I say, what now? Whatever you like, dear. What do I like, I wonder. I’m sure she’s wanting me to drink it. And honestly, it didn’t bother me all that much. But what I really wanted to do was shock her. Show her that all is not lost and I am learning to misbehave. So I dipped my cock head in and filled it to the brim. Took a sip and climbed it back to her. Okay, that was hot, she told me. But Cam being Cam, she finished it in several gulps, put the mug down and continued scraping. “You just drank piss,” I told her! To which she responded, It’s hot up here, and kept scraping. That was our first experience drinking from each other, it came out of nowhere, and it got me like nothing ever has before. I was instantly hooked. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen a woman do. It spoke to me sexually in a way nothing ever had before. It was almost addictive to the point of definitely wanting to explore it more rather than less. And we explored. We are exploring now as I type this. Now it seems all we do is drink each other's piss. Which I gotta tell you, it’s the last thing I thought I’d ever do, (to drink and be drunk from) but the thing I’m enjoying the most. It’s intoxicating in a way I cannot quite sum up in words. Cam says, try it! You’ll like it or you won’t. Cam says make sure you drink lots of water. I agree. Drink lots of water if you’re going to piss in your girlfriend’s mouth, and vice-versa. But we drink so much pee that it’s hardly even sexual anymore. Cam says, “turns me on!” I agree, it turns me on too. But it’s more utilitarian at this point. We spend a ton of time together. That’s not to say we don’t spend time apart, but we’ve learned to love and more so, accept each other as is, so it’s fun. We can just be who we are with each other. And who we are has turned out to be a pee drinking couple, among other things. And we drink a lot of pee. We literally just drink from each other all the time. I don’t use the toilet anymore. And neither does she. We either pee in each other, on each other, in glasses or on ourselves. To which Cam just made slurping noises with her tongue out. Oh Good Lord. Okay I’m getting turned on now.

We share a lot. We’re both artists, we enjoy similar things such as peeing in the shower. I’m joking, not joking. But I think my point is that we enjoy being apart just as much as we enjoy being together. Because we enjoy what we do separately too. So when we come together, it’s from full and enjoyable lives that we love. But pee, right. It’s utilitarian at this point, but no less hot. We just pee anywhere all the time. Sometimes even without provocation or foresite. We’ll just be walking along the road and there’s piss running down Cam’s leg. Or I will pee my shorts while sitting across from her drinking our morning coffee in the garden. But most often we’re drinking it. I’ve drank so much of this girl’s pee I hardly drink anything more. And even when I’m drinking other things, Cam pees in them for me, and I in hers. But I think our favorite is directly in our mouths. And there’s no asking anymore. I got over that months ago. I just pee. No asking, no wishy-washy, just simply pee.

Despite popular belief, when you drink water, pee tastes like water. We’re both healthy, active, relatively fit people. So nothing weird there, like no weird taste or disease or anything like that. It’s just pee! And I like pee. Cam likes it too. Even once, okay now bare with me. We pee’d each other’s clothes. As in, soaked them through. Now even though you might think this is getting weird, or, weird sailed long ago, it’s our thing and we enjoy it. But clothes soaked through, they then hung out to dry until we were ready to wear them out. I think you know where I’m going with this. Yes we wore pissed dry clothes in public. Cam just chuckled to herself. Yes, honey, I know. Cam likes the smell, but I don’t really think it does. Or if it does I guess I like it too. It’s just kind of nice in this crazy world to have a secret in plain site like that. We have friends, jobs, dreams, aspirations, family, all of it. But at the end of the day we enjoy the piss. Cam calls it piss more than me. I say pee. Dick wine. Bladder nectar. She’s giving me these names now. Urethra juice. She’s asking me to tell you what I use her mouth as. I’d argue but…it’s my urinal. Her mouth is my urinal. My colastami sack. My toilet bowl. Okay I’m done now.

So Cam is telling me to tell you other things but I think I’ll save that for another story. I have to admit, this was fun, and cathartic. She’s my catheter, she says. Okay, we’re gonna go now. Cam says please try drinking pee and that it’s good for you to try new things. She’s waving, bye. Okay, until next time. Pee you later! Bye!!! Bye!

You just know this cheap brainless pig sucked and fucked her way up the ladder to become a sports anchor

The absolute worst decision was to end my relationship with this Jewel of femininity. A mom,grandmom,sister,,aunt,and provider of untold loads of cum shooting orgasms. Men desire her for she does what countless wives don't. She gives every last ounce to the satisfaction of a man's cock. Taught by yours truly to travel up the sexual skill ladder from weak unfocused effort to this finely tuned cocksucking queen.

I work in a supermarket and there's a new girl whos started. She's at least 18 because she works on customer services selling tobacco. But fucking hell, she is gorgeous.

She about 4ft 5 and her face is so pretty she could actually be a model. She has these amazing blue eyes and blonde long hair. She's got the body of a tween, and did I mention she's 4ft 5? She's about the height of a 10 year old girl. She has to get on a step ladder to get cigs out of a lock up cupboard that's about 6ft tall.

I feel terribly guilty because I get hard just looking at her. She's so sexy, even if she wasn't short. She looks so young but she isn't and she's curvy, she's probably older than me. She not even a dwarf or anything like that, she's like completely normal just proportionally smaller.

She's normal, really short, totally curvey with good sized breasts. She's just so fucking hot. When you hear her customer/staff announcements on the mic, you can tell its her because her voice is high like someone whos short.

Wish I could just get balls deep in her, but I'd feel so dirty considering i'm 6ft 5. She's looked me up and down a few times and we've had awkward eye contact (i'm 19) and she's just so fucking sexy. I normally only go for girls at are like 5ft8 or more, but she's so sexy it makes up for it.

If I don't get to fuck her, I really hope she does porn. She would be such a hit if she did. I'm actually too intimidated to speak to her. She's actually tiny. I'm not sure escatly of her size and I dont have photos, but i'm 6ft 5 and shes up to my hip.

this post will be long but i wanted to share. it's a true story. i dont care if you believe it or not. i'm just sharing it anyway. i started grooming my boss about 1.5 years ago in order to get my own advancement within the company since hard work doesn't mean shit where i work. now I've been fucking my boss for almost a year now. i have had my pay go up 7% and added an extra vacation day since then. it's not much but it's a start. i dont know what my end game is but it's probably going to be getting her job while i groom her into the idea of a promotion for herself or a 'better opportunity' somewhere else. i dont know yet.

my boss is a total dumbfuck. to be that stupid is a feat. some might say a natural talent that no hard work can ever accomplish. she is one of those obese short purple green blue hair bisexual gender fluid people. this stupid ugly bitch has no individual thought of her own. truly lacking brain function. she does whatever corporate tells her to do. but she can't even do that right without asking for help from everyone. theres no doubt in my mind she's fucked her way up the corporate ladder because she is really fucking stupid and her own decisions have backfired literally every time. astonishing how inept she is. everybody kisses her ass in zoom meetings but talks shit behind her back in the work groupchat she isn't part of and has no clue about.

since ive been fucking her for months now i discovered that she's a complete fucking idiot outside work too. she's told me shit about her life she shouldn't be telling me. sometimes i dont even know how to react or respond. she claims she was raped 4 times but seeing how god damn stupid she is i don't really believe her. she told me about the time her father beat her for bringing a black guy home and the time her father beat her for bringing a woman home. this stupid bitch loves to talk. big time daddy issues. the more i hear about it, the more i cant understand how the fuck this bitch gets a higher salary and better position than me. it just makes ZERO sense at all.

this idea to groom her came to me about 1.5 years ago when all this lockdown stuff started happening. one night at home i was having log in issues from my work laptop and needed to go into the office. i didnt have the keys so she agreed to meet me at the office and unlock the door. she had no choice since i had a deadline and if i didn't meet it we would lose an important client. so i did what i had to do at the office and we go to talking since there was no reason for her to be there. she asked me what my wife thought about me driving back to the office late and i told her (probably for the 15th time by that point) that i wasn't married or in a relationship and that i pretty much fly solo. i think we smoked a cigarette outside and talked a bit more about that and work but I don't remember all the details. a little bit after that she texted me one night asking if my work stuff was going ok. i told her about some tech issues and asked if there was a way for me to have a key made so i wouldnt have to bother her if i needed to get to the office late at night. turns out corporate doesn't want people like me who work hard and give a fuck to have access to work stuff so i don't lose clients. my boss has to unlock each time. even if it was for 10 minutes she had to be the one to unlock the door. ok fine whatever. I think the 3rd or 4th time I had to go to the office late she was giving me hints that she was into me telling me she doesn't mind doing it and she would rather be with me in the office for 10 minutes than at home watching netflix alone. stuff like that. i remember driving back home one time and basically coming up with the idea to fuck her for advancement. more as a joke but later more serious. i'd think about it in the shower trying to come up with ideas but she was making moves too it seems.

one night i had to go in because of some tech shit and so i texted her and she asked me to pick her up on the way to the office because her car was in the garage. seeing how i had no choice i did it. i did the work i had to do, some chit chat since she was there doing fuck all as usual watching me work and brought her home after. she asked if i wanted to come in and watch the office for a bit. i told her no it as late, some bullshit like that but then she told me she was lonely and hasn't had somebody over her house since covid started and I was thirsty so I went in. Had a glass of water, sat on the sofa. so im on one sofa shes on the other. the office is playing in the back. usual small chit chat about how the tv show is similar to stuff that happens in our office, whatever, and then her cat comes from behind somewhere and jumps on my lap and scares the shit out of me. she laughs tells me her cat must feel comfortable with me. she goes from her sofa to mine and starts petting the cat. the fucking cat was basically napping on my stomach/crotch area. her hand is inches from my dick. i told her it was time for me to go and she said something like 'aw too bad'. i dont remember her exact words but it was heavily implying she wanted me to stay. i drove home thinking i would be fucking her soon and how i should approach it.

the next short while i would defend her a bit at work. maybe not 'defend' but like .. see things from her perspective or not be as combative when she would say stupid shit in meetings. this was the best plan i could come up with that wasn't obvious. anyways it seems to have worked since it came up at another late night office situation and she thanked me and started saying stuff like her cat misses me and sniffs the sofa where i sat for my scent. fucking weird but she's a whackjob so it doesn't surprise me. she brought her tablet and we watched some more of the office and i asked her if she knew about a couple people in our office dating. she said no and then asked if anybody else was. i told her something like "oh you mean like you and me with all these late nights?" and we both kind of laughed. she gave me a side eye/flirty look and i knew it was close to fucking.

she started texting me late at night for random shit, nothing to do with work. sometimes she'd ask me for my opinion on random shit she saw online or ask me to come hang out with her and her cat. i always told her stuff i felt she wanted to hear and not what i really thought...because what I really thought was she is pathetic and useless as a boss. somebody i wouldnt be around if i wasnt paid to be around them. one night she invited me over to plan some work stuff for the next quarter and we could order a pizza and watch tv and stuff like that. that was the night she first sucked my cock. she was obvious in her attempts at this point but i chickened out with fucking. i came all over her face and hair and sofa cushion that night. we've been fucking secretly since. nobody at works knows about it. i haven't told any of my friends. shes not a proud fuck but she's a set of holes while i advance my career. trying to do that on hard work and merit wasn't working so now i fuck my boss.

she's fucking gross when she's naked. her rolls are disgusting to look at. her tits look like another roll of fat. her belly button area smells sour and sweaty most likely from all the sweat in her rolls. she doesn't groom her ass and pussy too often so there's always hair around her asshole. when we fuck missionary her tits flop to each side of body to the point i don't see her nipples anymore. i mainly fuck her while she's bent over. her ass looks pretty good that way and i dont have to look at her face. i think i have cummed on her entire body at this point. she probably has crusty old cum in her fat rolls. she's basically free pussy and blowjobs. she cant take my cock all the way in her mouth but fuck do i love to see her gag trying. slapping my cock on her cum filled face and stupid hair is so satisfying. and ive gotten a raise and more vacation. sometimes you have to sacrifice a bit.

I have wanted to tell my story to someone for a very long time. I could never do it when my husband was alive but he passed a few years ago so here goes. Before you read this I will not give out any pictures mainly because it happened a very long time ago and none were taken.

My name is Lisa (yes my real name) and my story starts in June of 1976 I had just turned 19 and still a very innocent girl. I was raised in a very religious catholic family. I am very short only 4 foot 10 inches tall and back then I was skinny as a rake. My dress sense was well in short i had none because my parents were very strict as to what I wore, not that I had much to show off because my breasts back then were barely an A cup.
I had just left school and was taking a year out before going to university. A teacher at my old high school arranged a summer job for me working on his uncles farm. He knew I was wanting to become a vet and thought some practical experience would be good for me. I have no idea how he managed to talk my dad into letting me go but he managed it. I was going to get the train to York but he said not to worry and he would drive me there. So on the 20th of June he came to my house and we loaded up his car and I said my goodbyes to my family. We drove halfway and he said he would buy me some lunch and we puled into a little town. After lunch he asked me what I had packed for the farm work? I told him I only had some jeans and shirts, he laughed and said we may have to go shopping when we got to Yorkshire. I kept on calling him Mr Jones and he said he was not my teacher anymore and I should call him Frank. We drove a little further and I had a sudden need to go to the toilet, There was nothing close and he pulled off the road up a side road next to a small wood. He said I would need to go here and said he needed to go also. I looked at him and said I had never gone to the toilet outdoors before. He laughed and said If I was going to work on the farm I would need to get used to doing it as It was a big farm and not many toilets. So I went behind a big bush pulled my jeans and pants down and squatted and started to pee, I lost my balance and fell right into the puddle of pee, I must have screamed a little and Frank came running to my aid, Saw my jeans and pants at my ankles sitting on the wet grass. He was the first ever man to see me undressed like that, even my dad had never seen me. Back then I had a full red pubic bush. He smiled at me and asked if I needed help? I asked him not to look but he kept looking, it was then I noticed he had came running so fast he had not put his cock away. I had never seen one before and watched it get hard. He said sorry and tried to force it back but by that time he was rock hard. I asked him why it had done that and he said it was seeing me that did it. I told him I was all wet and needed to change and asked him if he could go get my bag. He brought it back and asked if I needed help? before I could say anything he knelt down and pulled my wet jeans off, then my pants. I sat on the grass just in my T shirt and he asked if that had got wet too? It had and he reached down and pulled it off. I was naked outdoors if front of my old teacher. To this day I have no idea why I let him undress me. He looked at me and told me I was a very beautiful girl and then undid his jeans took them off and his pants, his cock was hard and he pulled off his T shirt sat down on the grass next to me. He told me that he had always found me attractive leaned over and kissed me. He pushed me onto my back and his hand went between my legs and he pushed a finger right inside me. I screamed a little but he kept going. I gave into him and before long I was on my back legs wide open and he pushed his cock deep inside me and fucked me fast and rough. I have no idea how long it lasted but it felt wrong and also so very good. Then I got the shock of my life because I had my very first orgasm, that just kept going and going, I was shaking and must have been screaming too, he grunted and shot his cum inside me. He rolled off me and I was still shaking I looked over at him and he said sorry he had wanted to do that to me for a long time. He stood up and had a pee right in front of me, he looked at me and told me to pee if I wanted too, I said there was no way I could squat let alone stand my legs were like jelly, he laughed and said to just pee where I was. So I did. We got dressed and drove to the farm.

Frank Introduced me to his uncle Dave, Dave was a very handsome man but did not say a lot. He said he would let me settle into my room, well room was a bit of a stretch, it was a hay loft he had converted. Fank stayed with me to help me get settled in and as I was un packing I turned round and Frank was naked again, he came upto me and almost ripped my clothes off. He pushed me onto the bed and again fucked me hard and fast like there was no tomorrow Again I had an orgasm, then I heard someone giggle. I looked over and there was a girl peeking over the ladder, Frank turned round and laughed and said for her to come up. I was naked on the bed Frank pulled out and he introduce her and Laura Dave's oldest daughter. She kissed frank and then got next to me on the bed and kissed me too, she said we were going to have so much fun this summer. then put her hand between my legs and started to finger me. She was gentle but she hit the right spot and I orgasmed again then again. She pulled her finger out and licked it. I was more than a little bit shocked. That morning I was a sweet innocent girl, and now not only had I let a man fuck me but also another girl. I thought thats it I am going to hell.

Little did I know just how naughty things were going to get
I will tell you more once I can clean my fingers and recover from the orgasm I have just had writing this part

Here is a fictional story of mine that I have created for a friend. I wanna see what motherless viewers think. It is over 50 pages long with several parts to it. Depending on the amount and type of comments left will determine whether I continue posting. Enjoy.

It was Halloween night and she decided to go out trick or treating one last time before they were considered too old together. She being the lovely little girl she was, decided to go dressed up as an angel. New to flaunting her growing womanly curves, she wore the outfit well.
Her friends were similar costumes but hers was the most revealing. The men that opened the door expected little children but when encountered by this lovely girl, they stammered. She would smile and it turned her on to think that they would think about her next time they got laid. Never having been laid herself, it was an exciting thought.
As the night went on, her friends starting leaving her. She had a goal to fill her sack and she was almost done when her last friend left. She thought it would only be one or two more houses so she would be ok.
She walked up to the porch with the porch light flickering in and out as if the house was short of power. She knocked three times and there was not an answer. She knocked again and saw movement inside through the windows. She pounded hard for the third time. The door opened quickly and an arm shot through, grabbed hold of her long brunette hair and pulled her inside.
She screamed in fear and pain and the hand dragged her through the house and into the basement. She struggled against the force and each time she pulled she was slapped. By the time she got to the basement, her face was bright red and stinging from the slaps.
It was not long before she felt tightness around her wrist and then ankles. The force and quickness caused everything to be a real blur. Then it stopped. When she could focus, she looked around. Her hands were tied above her head to a hook in the ceiling. Her legs were cuffed to the floor and spread. A figure walked out of her field of vision and moaned.
She felt a sharp prick from the top of her back to the bottom of her butt. Her clothes were then ripped leaving her standing it just her white cotton panties. The basement was cold and her nipples hardened. A rough hand traced her back and fell between her asscrack. It then traced further over her pussy and cupped her crotch. She started to cry and sob. "Please, stop. Let me go."
The response was immediate. A hard sharp smack to her ass and forced in red gag ball attached to her face. She cried and screamed more which was quickly met with three more sharp quick slaps on her ass. Red and glowing, her ass changed. Then came the alternating slaps. Left then right, left then right. Her round ass was starting to resemble a sharp red Washington apple.
She felt the tug and whimpered against her gag. Her panties were being ripped off her body. There she stood, naked as the day she was born but her breast and round ass showed her on her way to becoming a well rounded woman. He touched her pussy and she shivered.
He rubbed vigorously on her clit and her legs shook and her body responded. Her pussy swelled and moistened as he teased and teased her pussy. He slipped a finger in her cunt and felt her hymen. He poked gently and then more and more pressure. She felt the tearing of her hymen as he pushed his fingers in. Soon she was bleeding from her thigh and felt the warm liquid running down her legs.
She was then sprayed by a hose with high pressure that stung her body. All she could here was her attacker grunting and his mask made it impossible to tell who it was. After she was soaked he returned with a ladder. He removed the gag and place in a device that dentists use to keep her mouth open. He then unzipped his pants and revealed his circumcised cock.
He started to violate her mouth as he fucked her hard. His cock slid down her throat and she choked on it. The slimy thick pole closed her air pipe and as her body struggled to push it out, he struggled to go deeper. He won. Drool and spit were pushed from her mouth as he pushed. Her face turned red and then blue. Right before she passed out he yanked it out. She gasped for air and as she did, he slapped her hard. Her vision blurred and then he grabbed her head and forced him in again. She choked and he pulled out and slapped her on the opposite side as she gasped for breath.
He got down off the ladder and his spit covered cock found her tight 15 year old snatch. He shoved it with little mercy. She screamed through a forced open mouth. He pinched and slapped her breast as he thrust his man meat in and out of her.
Her first orgasm was coming and she was shocked that this treatment was bringing her to this mile stone of her life. Her pussy clamped down hard on his cock as it covered it in its sex juices. The slimy cock became slick and burrowed deeper until it was hitting her back wall. The pain caused her to scream and cry but it did not stop him. Her second orgasm was coming and as it clamped his dick, he howled. He pumped harder and harder as his breathing rate and intensity increased. Then, it all stopped. He pulled out and climbed the ladder. She could see his dick covered in her cum, his cum, and uncovered.
She began to panic that she was pregnant and he stuffed his soiled cock in her mouth once more. He raped her mouth for what seemed like hours as she felt his jizz leak out of her violated and loosened twat. He scooped it from her inner thigh and smeared it on her face. His cruel laugh echoed throughout the basement.
He lick her lips and spit in her mouth. He then blew her a kiss, turned off the light and walked upstairs.

Seriously...how fucked up it this? I knew my neighbor had a ladder (outside), and knew that he and his girlfriend came home over an hour ago. Due to poor judgment (I'm drunk), I used aforementioned ladder. Yeah...poor judgment: I was actually peeking through a second-story window from the top of a ladder (and nobody heard me). I saw her get BUTT NAKED getting ready for bed! Why I didn't get a video is also poor judgment.
I think I just pushed my voyeur fetish up a notch.

Two men are up a ladder cleaning the gutters at the momment, They cant see my but I have got my cock out. I realy want one or both of them to see me and come and suck me off.

You know that pool game where girls get on the backs of guys, like horse and rider, and the girls try to unseat each other? This is a great game to play when you've got a pool full of guys and girls. Well, it's helpful if you put your arms behind your back, palms up, your hands cupping the girls bottom as if you were simply trying to lift her higher. Do that and you'll find your fingertips pressing into that sweet spot between the girls legs. If you also become quite animated as you move around the pool, it just may be possible to slip your fingertips inside the fabric of her bathing suit. The worse that can happen is you'll need to do an, "Oops. Sorry," if she takes offense, although it's been my experience that quite a few girls will not take any offense at all and you may be able to do quite a lot of probing and touching, especially if you pretend you're not doing anything on purpose. Another bit of fun is pulling someones bathing suit bottom down and see how little time it takes before everyone's getting into the act. This can easily escalate into pulling bathing suit bottoms and tops off and tossing them out of the pool. You'll be surprised how many girls and guys will be dunking their heads under water to sneak a peak at each other, even more so when it's discovered that one of the guys has a hard on. Of course, it gets even better if everyone starts wrestling because nothing allows one more access to another than mock combat. Of course, don't forget what a nice view you'll get if you swim up behind a girl as she's climbing up the ladder to get out of the pool and you pull her bottoms down with your face only a few inches from her backside. Dreams are made of sweet split peach images like that. Keep in mind, though, things like this work best if you're being covert and not overly obvious. Everyone needs a little facade to hide behind. For instance, flash a girl and watch her freak out, unless she thinks she's watching you without your knowledge. Then you'll find girls are just as pervy as guys are. More on this another time.

I have a confession to make that schoolgirls in uniform, in particular with sheer black tights (pantyhose) on just make mee sooo horny. Three weeks ago I was on a bus and a crowd of schoolgirls were on it, it was hot weather and one pulled off her tights, discreetly , didnt show anything much sadly but it was hot all the same, anyways they all got off before I did and so I "liberated" the tights which she had tossed on the floor, (I guess because they had a ladder). When I got home, oh man the warm smell of the crotch made me blow so much cum into the foot part ... bliss!
The uniforms were kinda like the ones in this picture

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Well, I'm still painting this house. I have to work all labor day weekend but Ashlee has brought over her friend for me. She is staying for two weeks and loves to help me work. Guess where she found her? From a homeschool group at our local Christian School! Unfortunately, Ashlee is gone for now, but this little thing says she will be bringing more friends over. I think I may have to tape my dick to my stomach so I can work on a ladder without falling over.

I used to work in a major tanning salon and one of the booths was next to the bathroom. the booth had a good sized hole in the ceiling so i moved our ladder to the bathroom. When a really hot chick or young hottie would come in i would place them in this room. Once their time would be almost up i would go to the restroom and move the piece of ceiling and spy through the hole at their naked bodies and use my vibrating cock ring to get off. I wish i had a camera to show it but does any body have any situations like this?

I confess I have a SERIOUS voyeur problem. I'm more turned on by seeing women and girls nude when they aren't aware than I am with women I've been with much of the time. I've actually planned ahead to get money-shots, planting cameras and stalking. I even intentionally left the blinds open just a little so I could spy on my niece getting changed in the bathroom. I did this the first time when she was just developing. The last time I did it, she was 13 and had nice puffies growing in. I've actually climbed a ladder to spy on my neighbors girlfriend. Planted a camera in a pile of laundry to film someone. It all started when I was around 12 and spied on my 22 year old sister getting changed out of her bathing suit in the bedroom across the hall (to this day, I think she knew...because the changings happened quite frequently, and with her door open and me looking through the crack in the doorjam). To date, I've seen the following naked without them knowing: all three of my sisters, two of my nieces, an ex girlfriend, my mom's fat roomate, my mom's other roommates DAUGHTER (with a full, black, hairy bush on a 12 year old), two of my neighbors in the window across from my house (multiple times), and a few more random colleagues and friends. Got caught once (that sucked), and almost caught another time.

I know these two.. I used to date the one with all the facial piercings back in the day. My ex, Nakina, and her bff Chandra. They couldnt get respectable porn jobs, so they went to tug jobs, the bottom of the porn ladder. There's more too if anybody's interested. Nakina was 18 when she did this scene, she'll be 21 this year. Good thing I hit it before she got wallowed out, LOL..

Best fun I ever had was with my 6 year old niece. They left her with me to go shopping at Tesco. We played Snakes and Ladders, the pertinent point being my snake hanging out my shorts, lol...she just kept staring at it. I asked her if she wanted to stroke it. She is into " vet" kinda stuff ,so she asked if it felt like stroking a real snake.
Obviously I said yes, and she began to rub her little hands all over my cock, let me tell you, it was awesome!! I shot my load really quickly , she caught a few jerks on her face, but it didn't seem to bother her.
Now we play "vets" all the time when she stays, i'll give it till she is 7 and then change the plan

I used to see a particular video on here pretty regularly, but for some reason it seems to have completely vanished. I started with a girl walking into a room where her dad or step-dad appeared to be painting or something like that, I believe there was a ladder in the room. He is angry and starts yelling at her about something. As punishment for whatever it was, he forces her to suck his dick. She doesn't want to and resists. I think the girl was wearing gym shoes, jeans and a t-shirt. Those are all the details I can recall. I can't think of any reason why it would have been removed completely, I don't think it was actually real. The "dad's" acting wasn't even very good. I would be quite grateful if someone could help me locate this. I have searched every combination of terms I can think of dozens of times and come up with nothing, but it was all over the site for quite a while as I said, so someone must have it. Thanks in advance.

I finally got a dildo that fits my pussy perfectly. :)

Still a good size but not so big that it leaves me super sore afterwards.... Just big enough to have that great stretched feeling and completely full -- I can't remember the last time I've been cumming this good! It always leaves me satisfied for a day or more, which is not usual for me... And I can't stop smiling when I have a pussy that's dripping with juices afterwards, just from fucking myself with this toy...

Fucking my boyfriend just makes me want sex right afterwards again even if I do cum. His dick's nowhere as big as my new toy... And since I got it, it's harder to cum on my boyfriend's cock anyways.

Now when I get horny, I just think about fucking my dildo and not him... At best I think it's a perfect "filler" for when I don't have a guy to go meet up with, to get a real, living huge, thick, dripping dick inside of me!

I wonder if it was such a good idea to bring home this toy which has just knocked my boyfriend down another notch on the ladder of things I want to be fucking, haha.

My wife and I have this lady contractor working on our house, and I try not to read things that are not there, but damn does she say some stuff that heats my blood. I had some predatory thoughts about her anyway but she joked about wearing a collar, and being petted. That after straddling the top of the ladder At perfect oral height. 

i have never cheated on my wife, but damn If I don’t wanna devour this woman and leave her satisfied and dripping my cream 

I picked up a couple pair of worn panties from my friend today, one was still warm from her taking them off, The scent is intoxicating! She let me video her as she did household work, I confess my cock got hard, I wanted to rub it, but I held back, I zoomed in on her tits and her ass. she was on a ladder, as she stretched her very short, shorts were open enough for me to see her panty covered pussy..We have never had sex, she knows I want her, but I am happy with her knowing I want her, and how turned on she makes me. I put my nose into her used panties that she gives me, and sniff as she watches my cock swell in my pants. Today I followed her into town, I pulled alongside her at a stop light,and as she looked over at me I let part of the bright pink material fall open from my hand as I covered my nose and mouth she smiled sexily. as I drove away. She I s my main panty contributor, What do you all think. ?

I am freaking the FUCK OUT right now!
Here's the deal - there's these two hot Indian girls that live a few houses down the street from me, and I've been progressively stalking them to the point where I'm right next to their window peeping. It started that I would stare at the window from the woods, then I got closer. I figured out the route to one of the girl's windows that wouldn't trip the automatic lights. The last problem was getting up to the window which is about 8 feet up. A ladder was out of the question (too risky). So, I tried attaching my cell phone to a long stick...and it worked! The blinds were closed, but, if I zoom in on the side, I get a view of the mirror which gives me almost a view of the entire room! Just before, I got high quality video of one of the girls...changing...her bed. :-( I have to be patient, now. It seems it's just a matter of time (maybe a lot of time) before I get to see her changing herSELF! lol!
Bottom line - I will keep trying. If I succeed (and don't get caught), I'll post here, so keep checking!
I don't expect I'll get caught. I wear black with a hood from head to toe, and it's pitch black if I don't trip the lights.

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

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

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

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

I get mine, just not from these girls.

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

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

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

Anyway.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah”

“OK, light me”

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

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

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

Then I ask if she wants to watch something .

She nods hella faded and I ask her what.

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

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

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

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

“I need to suck your dick.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

I tell her this shit is space case pro grade.

She says “Get me higher.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was just chanting it the whole time.

“I love my pussy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She says ok.

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

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

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

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

My first instinct was "Say what now bitch?"

But, I have no desire to resist this woman.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I confess, I can't stand niggers. And if you are a nigger and your only retort to this is that you've fucked my mother, sister, cousin, uncle, or what the fuck ever, get a more original line than that same worn out bullshit. Don't care if you niggers think you have a big dick either, try another strategy to prove you're not a worthless lower step in the evolutionary ladder. Discuss.

My wife n I went to stay at her parents last weekend her and her mom were going shopping on sat so we got there about 9 Her lit sister 15 was tuning around in just a t and panties couldn't stop looking think she caught me a few times so we were all watching tv she sat in a chair across from me kept getting a good peek so I figured I'd shower so I got diging in the hamper piled out some of her dirty panties sniffed them n had a good wank so I showered n went back down stairs and she already went to bed got up on sat my wife. N her mom were going shopping so I offered to bring in the Xmas tree n decorations from the garage so I'm hauling boxes in n her sister comes down in yellow booty shorts no panties n white tank top no bra lit pointy tits trip nips Couldn't stop looking
So she offered to help so we hauled a bunch of stuff in I was half hard watching her bending over that lit ass wiggling when she walked I put the ladder up to get in the attic she said shed go up n hand the stuff to ma so she was climbing up I held the ladder watching that lit ass she went to step from the ladder to the floor I seen a big wet spot in her shorts so she started handing boxes down lit tits hanging couldn't stop looking she had to notice then my wife n mother inlaw come walking in sober all finished up ate some lunch then we were getting ready to leave so I went upstairs shoved a few pair of her dirty panties in my shaving kit so I've been sniffing them n jerking off thinking about her can't wait till we go back on sat

My step-daughter has tits that are unusually large for her age. I keep finding excuses to bump into them- for example, I asked her to help me change a light bulb. which involved getting her on a ladder, then when she was stepping off, I "accidentally" jammed my elbow into her tit. (yes I know...pathetic)
Just cannot get my mind off those beautiful massive melons.

Does anyone know of any videos involving Giraffes? I have recently developed a strange, sexual fascination with them and was wondering if anybody else has experienced the same thing. I like the idea having to get on a ladder to shoot my load.

Here's my motherfucking confession, faggots.

I fucking despise religious people, especially ones who are otherwise intelligent in other endeavors. There is no goddamned excuse to be religious if your I.Q. is above 100.

I fucking despise tree trimmers, bank tellers, receptionists, high school vice principals, assistant librarians, paramedics, apprentice plumbers, Walmart pharmacy techs, city parks workers, landscape architects, helicopter pilots, print journalists, party planners, Avon salesbitches, and dairy workers. All of them are going straight to motherfucking hell.

I fucking despise anyone who builds or lives in a house on sloped terrain.

I fucking despise bitches with too much or too little pussy hair, and those with hair that is too course or too fine or too straight.

I fucking despise bitches with brown assholes or brown cunt lips or brown nipples.

I fucking despise anyone from merry old fucking England, and anyone who likes the fucking shit they call food.

I fucking despise anyone who lives in Los Angeles or has visited or wants to vist there. Same with Amarillo, Texas, Witchita, Kansas, and Sand Point, Idaho.

I fucking despise motherfuckers who drive stupid fucking redneck trucks that you need a ladder to climb into.

I fucking despise anyone who watches network sitcoms. They are fucking retarded.

I fucking despise dumb fucking retards who don't fucking read books.

I fucking despise bitches who won't take cocks up their ass.

And I fucking despise each and every one of you cocksucking, motherfucking losers and I hope each of you are burned alive.

I fucking despise fat, ugly, bitchy cunts who think the world owes them shit.

I fucking despise bitches who get pregnant intentionally and then refuse to flush the fucking piece of shit down the drain and demand I be a motherfucking moneybag for her trailer trash bastard.

Fuck you all, faggots.

I confess that I hate blacks even though I am half-black. Thankfully my father is white and my last name is Jewish and my skin is light. Otherwise, white people would reject me. The reason why I hate blacks is because of how they behave, how ignorant they are and how they fuck things up for everyone else. Whenever I run into black folk, there is this tension between us because they are jealous that I am higher on the ladder than they are. You can't even argue with them. White people are clueless because they'll tell me that I have it easier because I'm black. I do not argue that it is a white man's world but I had to fight for the seat at the white man's table. Blacks resent me for it and whites are not 100% comfortable with it. Again, if it weren't for my last name then I would have the door shut in my face once they see that I am part black. I already tried passing off as biracial but white people won't accept that definition. They either want you to say 'white' or 'black' but they really want you to say 'black' so they can retain their elitist mentality. But you know what? It's all good. I'd rather deal with white folk than with niggas.

Ok so huge question here. He's going to get a cock piercing, but he's having problems deciding which type. A Prince Albert, or a Frenum piercing (it would be the start of a Jacobs Ladder if he goes that route.) We're asking those who've been sexually with people who had one or the other or both How it feels when you're fucked.