This is my first confession...

I must admit that I cannot get enough of smelling dirty panties from any woman I can find. When ever I go to a friends house, I find a moment to sneak into the bedroom and grab a pair and take a deep breath. I'm always verrry careful to place them back just as I found (not that a laundry hamper matters too much...) It's a tough game, and I sometimes wish I would get caught.

Subquestion - is it weird that I don't get turned on by my girlfriends scent? She's the reason I have to stay so secretive, otherwise I would "try" to get caught, ya know what I'm sayin'? HA

My "fetish" or whatever we wanna call it goes beyond just panties whenever I can find them. In my business' staff locker room, I regularly open select lockers to smell my female coworkers clothes, especially the crotch of their pants. One girl in particular, a petite latina, uses an amazing perfume that I cant fucking get enough of. Some of the girls are comfortable enough to change in front of whomever in our staff locker room. The latina girl has shown me a fair amount of skin, and I've caught glimpse of her pink panties. Even better, later one night as I was rummaging her laundry, I found pink threads in the crotch of her work pants! After hours, Ive gone to the toilet to jack off with her scent... Trust me, I've though about leaving a good load for her to find - I'd like to keep my job, thank you. I dont need any investigation going down...

Some of these girls I am dying to see in their underwear. Now that it's summer, they cant help but change at work and I wish I had a small, mega discreet camera I could post in the bathroom to catch them changing. Does anybody have suggestions of spy cameras? There is sort of a spot towards the ceiling where I can wedge my phone on a pipe, but god forbid someone looks up and sees it...I'd be dead. Please help! I would post anything I'd get!

I confess that today at work i went to change to leave (the locker room are under construction and everyone is sharing a unisex bathroom) i saw a pair of shorts laying on the floor. i knew they were this freshly 18 chick and i have had a bit of a dry spell lately;so even tough she is a fat ugly bitch i grabbed the shorts and start sniffing around. it didn't take long to find that sweet stank but when i did i pulled my cock out and started spanking it(i was rock hard before i ever touched them) i kind of hope that i work with that fat ass tomorrow so i can hide my throbbing member knowing how her twat smells

i was brutally fucked in the shower by a giant nigger cock. i know how that sounds, but it was real. it was the worst pain of my life and i thought i was going to
die. i had only been fucked once before and he used a condom and was gentle. this time it was nothing but raw and brutal.

it started when i saw his cock and was literally shocked and speachless. we were in the shower area of the locker room. he had just gotten out of the hot tub and
his cock was only semi-hard but still huge. he looked at me funny then asked if i liked what i saw. all i could say whas i i i i and breath heavily. he said it's
yours if you want it. i don't quite remember what i said but i think it wa something along the lines of shove it in me and get it over with. he says are you certain
you can take it, and i say no but i need to and will do anything for it. piss in me if you want. he says you're a kinky white boy aren't you and i respond with
fuck me raw. blow my ass open. my mind is being taken over by lust at this point and i just spread my ass cheeks and walk into a shower stall. he follows me in,
closes the curtains behind him, turns on the shower, and then grabs me and pushes me against the wall.

here i was, pinned in the shower with no way out, this huge cock about to be jammed into me, and my mind just goes blank with pure lust, that is until he slams it
into me. my body immediatly started convulsing in pain. the moment he started putting it into me the pain was blistering, and it didn't get any better.
normally when i use a dildo and end up going a little too fast at first, i stop and take it out, but he just kept pushing it into me. it seemed like just when it was
as deep as it would go, he changed angle and pushed hard and it popped past something inside of me. by the time he got all 10 inches into me, i felt like i would die
simply from getting my guts destroyed, not to mention the tearing he did to my anus. here he is balls deep inside of me, and he is getting thicker, or at least
harder, and my anus is getting blown wider. he's balls deep inside me, and i am experiencing total anal rape pain, from being fucked too deep, by too thick a cock,
to him being really rough and not using lube. he held in me this way, allowing his cock to get fully hard. i think he also got a bit longer too. not much, maybe an
inch. here i am in a world of pain, a blown out and bleeding anus, and a penetrated intestine, and he hasn't even started fucking me yet. he starts by pulling back
slowly, and i gently shake in pain, then he slams it inside of me and i convulse in pain. he does 2 more of these gentle pullouts and slammings, and the pain is
shooting through my body, and then he just starts hammering me. i'm being fucked raw and brutal by a monster of a 10 or 11 inch dick, and the pain is unberably
horrible, too horrible and unberable. i pass out shortly after, which looking back saved from experiencing a lot of pain and maybe saved my life. i don't know how
long he fucked me or how many times he came, and i'm glad i don't have to know. maybe i also passed out from him holding his hand so tight on my mouth and arm
so tight around my body.

i wake up being shaken by a guy i see there regurally but don't know his name. he is asking me if i'm allright. i'm laying there in a puddle of cum, blood, urine,
and specks of my own shit, my entire body seems to be screaming out in pain, and all i can say yeah. he asks me if i'm certain, and again i say yeah. he askes if
i need any help, and i say no. i really don't remember the thoughts going through my head, but i can assume what they were. i asked for a brutal fucking and got
far more than i bargained for and am worried now that i might end up dying or have permanent damage or something. he leaves, i just lay there for a minute
before picking myself up and leaning against the shower wall. for the next few minutes i just stand there quietly sobbing and whining before finally getting the
strength to start washing my body off. after washing, i go to my locker, grab my towel, sit down, dry off as quick as i can as best as i can in the pain that i am in,
then i get dressed and leave. it's a bit of a struggle to get into my car, and when i sit down i feel a jolt of pain. it hurts just to sit down, and it did for a
while. i wasn't able to shit right for a week.

thinking back i was a fool to ever say anything to him. even if he wasn't as brutal as he was, it still would have hurt like hell. i'm just lucky i haven't suffered
anything permanent because of it. i don't really think of myself as a rape victim, and on occasion i even fap to these memories, but at the same time i would never
wish such an experience on anybody. i had fantasies of getting fucked hard by a big duck, but i never wished for that hard of a fucking and he was just too big.

i've never been back there since, and if i ever go to another gym without a private shower i would wear a butt plug so at least i would be lubbed and my ass would
be stretched before anybodies cock ever touches it. i do fantasise about being fucked, but now they are only normal sex fantasies and nothing too hard.

So I just got fucked at the YMCA. I am 28 6 foot 1 180lbs. I just joined the y about a week ago. I use to go to youfit.

So it's about 9pm and the gym closes at 10. I get done with my workout and head to the locker room. There are not that many people left in the gym as it is close to closing time. I get my bag out of the locker and head to the shower.

Let me explain the way the showers are set up. There are 5 total. 4 on one side and one on the other. The shower itself is like a stall. You walk into like a little changing area for each shower. You take your clothes off there and walk right into your own shower. Imaging a still toilet with a shower connected.

So I heard this gym is a little cruisy. So I go into the stall get naked put my clothes on the bench and leave the door unlocked.I get into the shower. I get the water running and start tapping my foot. My ass is toward the door. It took about 5 minutes. This is my first time where it worked. The door came open. A guy walked in. I pretended not to notice. He got naked and put his stuff on the floor. He came up behind me and started to touch my cock from behind. He started to run his cock in between my ass cheeks. I bent over to give him a little better access. He rubbed and rubbed my hole with his cock. He turned me around. And it was an older guy about 50. He was decent looking but he had a very nice cock. About 8" and shaved. I bent down and took his cock into my mouth. I gave it a good sucking and got it rock hard.

He turned me around again. I know he wanted to fuck. I spit on my fingers and lubed my ass up. Then I grabbed both of my cheeks rested my head on the way and spread my cheeks so my hole was in plain view. He took the head of his cock placed it to my hole and slid his cock in inch by inch very slowly. He went in about 4 inches pulled out and then pushed again. This time he went to his balls. He started to fuck me. It started to get faster and faster. He was about to cum. He pulled out his cock and came all over my back.

He got out of the shower got dressed and waited till no one was there and left.

I am so glad I joined the ymca.

I went to the local beach for the first time in years on Saturday. It's the only decent place to swim for miles. The changing area is just a big co-ed locker room. A bunch of coin operated lockers on one side, and a dozen curtained off booths for changing. I went to change, and caught a glimpse into the booth next to mine, the girl inside brushed against the curtain.

It was just a quick glimpse of a naked college girls, nothing much, but enough to get my excited. I start to change despite my erection and right as I'm standing naked facing the curtain full erection the curtain opens. Some idiot girl, maybe 16, got the shock of her life. She got a real good look before stammering an apology and closing the curtain. It took a few more minutes to calm down, and I went swimming.

The girl who walked in on me kept looking at me and blushing the entire time. I was there for about 2 hours before heading back to the lockers. This time I don't even have the curtain closed for a minute when this same girl slips into my booth. She could barely make eye contact with me, and her eyes kept drifting to my groin. She ends up telling me that all the booths are full, and since She already saw me naked it was only far I got to see her.

She is no super model, but she was super cute. Short, very fit, small perky tits, and an ass you just want to bite. I said fine with me, and dropped my shorts. She only had eyes for my dick, even though it was limp and no very impressive limp. She changed as well. She had tiny pale nipples, and was shaved or bald. Nothing happened at this point, there isn't enough room or enough privacy to do anything so I didn't try.

Before leaving, she grabbed my mobile and added her number, then sent her self a text. Told me to call her sometime. I go home a jerk off three times that night thinking about her. I wake up this morning and have a text waiting for me. A place and time. I had nothing planed so I went. She waiting for me, in a sundress of all things. She gets in and tells me to take her someplace private. So I do.

I take her to a vacant summer home. It was owned by an older couple, they haven't used it in years but still pay to have it cleaned regularly. I use the "hidden" spare key, lead her inside. She started to talk but I already knew where this was going, so I pushed her over the side of the sofa and lifted up her dress.

She had nothing on underneath. I got down, actually bit her ass before licking her pussy and ass. She turned around and took her dress off. I laid her down letting me eat her out more and play with her wonderful tits. When my jeans got too tight she helped me take them off, she gasped and held onto my dick like a life preserver on the Titanic. It didn't take me long to figure out she wasn't very experienced at blowjobs. She knew what to do, just not really how to do it. She followed instructions well and got much fast. I let her practice for a while but I wanted to be inside her.

She knew what was next and spread her legs nice and wide. I got down rubbed her pussy with my dick before placing the tip inside. It never occurred to me until I was making my first push that she was probably a virgin. She was nice and wet, but tight. I went in with little trouble and it was ungodly. I think she cummed with that first thrust, she quivered. Soon I was pumping good, and it didn't take long with her tight pussy for me to feel my climax coming on. I pulled out she sat up and went right for my dick. She finished me off, in her mouth and even swallowed.

We sat there for a little bit, before she got up and started checking out the house. She walked around naked like it was the most normal thing in the world. I didn't mind, I liked watching her. We made small talk, completely ignoring the sex we just had. That is until she bent over to pick something up and I got such a nice view that I got hard again. She looked over, saw me and said, "Good your ready again." She came over and we start up again.

We eventually moved to a bedroom, and tried out different things. I picked her up at 9am and dropped her off at 7pm. We fucked 6 1/2 times, the half is the last time we just masturbated each other until we cummed at the same time. It was great sex and I'm hoping I get to do it again. When I dropped her off she thanked me for a great day, and said she would "be in touch."

This experience is why I am obsessed with Louise Ogborn. She is like a hero to me because her experience lead to the capture of her abusers. She is beautiful and has been through so much, like me, and our cases are so similar. But if you ever see the comments on the internet about her, everyone says how stupid she is to have fallen for the hoax. Everyone says she’s so stupid for believing the phony cop and for taking her clothes off in the first place. Everyone says she’s so stupid for thinking that any of the things they made her do were part of a legitimate police investigation. Everyone says she’s so stupid for thinking that a cop would really demand that she give the man watching her oral sex.
Maybe I’m the only one who will ever truly understand her. I understand that she is not stupid. But ever since my first rape, I have felt retardedly stupid every day. I always feel like the most stupid person in the room. I have an inferiority complex. You’ll understand why later if you read about my second rape.

Two weeks went by and I hadn’t heard anything more about the investigation. I hadn’t heard anything from the cops, although I was constantly paranoid that they would show up at any time, wherever I was, at home, at school, at work, and drag me off to jail, or worse, another search.
Then one day I came back from my lunch break at work, and I went up to the break room to put my purse back in my locker and there he was, the loss prevention guy. He smiled with crocodile teeth when he saw me and I never made it to the break room, he diverted me into the conference room. He told me to have a seat so we could talk some more about the investigation and then he picked up the phone and paged another girl that worked as a cashier. I barely knew her because she was a grade below me. I knew that she was only 15 though, and just barely turned 15 at that! She eventually came to the conference room and was sat down next to me. The loss prevention guy talked to us for a little, asking us for the names of anyone that we thought was stealing. He asked us who we knew that might be willing to steal. He told us that the reason we were suspected was because the description that the jewelry store gave was of a young skinny girl with big breasts. We both met that description. She was younger, just about as skinny as me, and had big breasts for her size too, but still slightly smaller than mine, I think she was prettier than me.
After some of those stupid questions, he said that he had to do another quick search because, not having had anything on us on just the one day that they did the initial search could have been luck, but if he searched us again and again, found nothing, then it would prove our innocence. He also said that he needed to take more pictures of us. He reminded us that we had both promised to cooperate with the investigation and that if he needed to, he could have the detective come down personally to do the search and take the pictures. All the while he was setting up that tripod again and setting up the video camera. We both said that we didn’t want the detective to have to come, so he told us to take our clothes off. He said he was going to the break room for a second and that when he got back, we had better be naked, and if not there would be trouble and we would be making it worse for ourselves. We both slowly started undressing. I knew that I was just putting off the inevitable, but I was slow taking off my clothes. I hoped that if I wasn’t nude, but still in the process of taking my clothes off when he got back, that would be good enough. But soon enough he came back, dragging in a trash barrel with him with an empty liner. He told us to put our clothes into the barrel, along with my purse too.
Once again, there I was in that God forsaken room, nude and in front of a video camera, but this time there was another girl with me going through the same thing. This time was different though. It was like he was picking up where he left off. No pretense, he just felt at ease telling us to get naked, put our hands behind our heads, do this, do that! He asked us what we thought about each others’ bodies. He asked me if I thought she was sexy. He asked her the same. And he touched us a lot more too. He touched our breasts for no good reason whenever he wanted. He fondled them, pinched them, squeezed them together. He had us lay on the table and spread our legs and our labias so he could take more pictures of us like that. Then he put his finger in us. The other girl started crying “Why? Why? Why are you doing this?” He didn’t answer. He just smiled and kept fingering us both at the same time. I hated him, but I felt powerless. I felt like he was holding all the cards. I was afraid of him. I was afraid of what he would do if I made him mad, and I was afraid of going to jail if he had to call the detective. Then he told us to get on our knees in front of him. I did as I was told, but she kept crying “Do we really have to do this? What does this have to do with the investigation?”
Then he dropped the bomb that completely shattered my world. “There IS NO INVESTIGATION.” I could swear that he hissed the words like some kind of snake demon. “I’m no loss prevention officer and that wasn’t your regional manager, you dumb sluts!” It took a while for it to sink in, so he told us that didn’t matter because unless we wanted the video and pictures to end up on the internet, unless we wanted all of our friends, teachers, and people that don’t like us to see what we did, we would do what he wanted. Then he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down to her knees in front of him and told her to unzip his pants and take out his c*ck and put it in her mouth. She slowly did it, and once it was in her mouth, he told me to put my mouth on him too. He took his video camera and made sure he got plenty of footage of us both pleasing him simultaneously. He took his clothes off and then told us he had a surprise for us. He told us to bend over the table, right next to each other. Then he went in his bag and grabbed a tape and went over to the vhs player in the room and turned on the large tv on the wall and soon the tape started playing. It was the tape they made of when they strip searched/raped the other girl. He started raping us again, going from one of our pussies to the other and back again. All the while he made us watch what they did to her. It was bad enough for me, being raped while having to watch it, but I couldn’t imagine how bad it must be for her. Remember how the “detective” asked if I shaved “down there?” Well I found out why. Apparently the other girl wasn’t shaved when they searched her, so they shaved her right there on the table, on video “to make sure she wasn’t concealing anything.” While he was raping us, he told us to make out for him. It was very awkward for me because I had never considered kissing a girl before, and now I had to make out with one, while being raped… while we were BOTH being raped. Then her to lay on the table and spread her legs. I thought he was going to start raping her, but instead he forced my head between her legs and told me that if I knew what was good for me, I’d eat her out. He said that I had to eat her out until she came. All the while, he kept raping me. He made sure to get plenty of video footage of me doing that too.
Eventually she shuddered (I think she was faking) like she was orgasming. So he pulled out of my p*ssy and made me use my mouth to “clean him off.” He then put the camera in my face and interviewed me about how I liked the taste of my own p*ssy and how I liked eating her p*ssy. He asked me if I’d ever tasted my own p*ssy before, he asked me about my masturbating habits, he asked me if I’d ever eaten another girl out before. He did everything he could to further my humiliation and he captured every second on camera so he could use it against me. Then he told me to lay on the table and he proceeded to rape the other girl while making her eat me out. But he got kind of bored of that, so he made us 69 while he continued to rape her. After God only knows how long of that treatment, he made us get on our knees in front of him and he finished on our faces and made sure to get a good amount in our mouths. Then he ordered us to French kiss and share what we had in our mouths and then swallow. I prayed for God to strike him dead, or for my sake, to put me out of my misery by striking me dead. While we were doing that, he went and changed the tape and the tape of my first rape/strip search started playing. He made us watch it, he fast forwarded to the “good parts” and made cruel jokes and asked me what I was thinking here, and if I liked what they were doing there. He asked the other girl what she thought of me. After he’d rested enough, he told us to bend over the table again, and I prepared for him to rape me some more. But this time he put it in my butt. I cried, I did my best not to scream, and he told me to suck on the other girls breasts to keep my mouth occupied. Of course, I did as I was told and he got it on video. I screamed into her breasts like a pillow. She held my head tight to her chest and stroked my head to comfort me. In the background I heard the tape of my first rape still playing. I kept hearing the word “I concur” and it made me want to die. He told her that she was next and she started crying into my hair. All of a sudden my head was yanked up by my hair and he asked me if I wanted him to stop. I cried that I did, but he didn’t stop. He told me that I got to choose. I could let him keep raping my butthole, or he could swap and rape my “new girlfriend’s butthole.” I wanted him to stop. I just couldn’t bring myself to tell him to hurt her more. I felt protective of her. I told myself this was why God refused to kill me, so I could protect her and take it for her. So I told him to keep raping me and not to hurt her… he did anyways. He kept raping me for a little, but then he pulled out of me and just grabbed her and bent her body into position and started pushing his c*ck into her butthole. She started crying when he grabbed her by her hair and told her to eat my p*ssy some more. He reminded her that she never made me orgasm and said that when I came, he’d stop. She did as she was told and I laid there wondering if it had been long enough yet or if I should wait a little longer to fake my orgasm to make him stop. I didn’t want to do it too soon because I didn’t want it to be obvious that I was faking. Eventually I did fake my orgasm. She stopped what she was doing but he said he wasn’t done yet and told her to suck on my tits while he finished. It seemed like forever, but he eventually finished inside her butt.
Once he was done he put his clothes back on, but told us to stay on the table and to 69. He disassembled the tripod and put the cameras away. He told us to watch his “favorite part” on the video, it was when they were leaving, they stopped by the Customer Service Desk and zoomed the camera in on a picture behind the counter of the regional manager. He looked nothing like the guy that was with him last time! I was duped and I should have known it! I should have paid attention to that picture and known that he was not the regional manager! I’m such a F*cking idiot! He then took the trash barrel out of the room and said that when he came back, we had better still be 69-ing.

He never came back. We were discovered by the closing manager as he was doing his final walkthrough before going home. The store had been closed for an hour already. We cried and told him that we were raped and blackmailed. The manager didn’t believe us. He told us that he didn’t believe us and that he didn’t know why we were having sex in the conference room after close but that making up stories wouldn’t make it any better. He kept looking at our naked bodies. I don’t know why, but I didn’t even make an effort to cover myself. I didn’t even think to. He saw our breasts, our pussies, our whole naked bodies. He told us that he was going to finish his walk through and that we had better be gone by the time he was done because he wasn’t going to check back on us, he was just going to set the alarm and lock the doors. Once he left we ran out of the room, looking for the trash bag full of our clothes and my purse. My cell phone, my keys to my parents’ car, everything was gone, and worst of all, I had no clothes. The other girl’s keys to her home were in her locker, but the key to her lock on her locker was in her pants. The bastard took off and left us there with NOTHING, not even a way to get home. We grabbed aprons from the break room and put one on to cover our fronts and one to cover our backsides. It was the best we could do, but we ran out of the building as fast as we could. We both agreed not to tell anyone about this, and then we went our separate ways and walked to our homes. She lived about half a mile away, and I lived a mile in the opposite direction. My parents weren’t home when I got there, but luckily the door was unlocked. I took a shower and thought up a lie to tell my parents when they got home. I told them that my purse was stolen out of the break room and that’s why I didn’t drive the car home. I never told them about what happened.
I didn’t sleep for the next two days. I just cried all night in my bed until I had to get up and put on a brave face for everyone during the days. I never ran out of tears. I just cried and cried and cried. I felt so used and cheap. I felt so worthless. I used to think of myself as one of the most attractive girls in my school and at work. Guys would have done anything just to see me naked, but these bastards just waltzed right into my life and decided that for nothing they would use and abuse me and get what every guy wanted and more and then use it to blackmail me into doing it again, and doing it with another girl. I wanted them to die. I wanted them to go to prison and be raped every day of a very long prison sentence and then get murdered in prison for what they did. I wanted to feel the way I used to feel. I wanted to like my body again. Instead, I tried to cut my breasts off with a kitchen knife. But I’m stupid and the knife was dull and I didn’t get too far. I just got minor cuts. I stopped wearing make up and wore baggy clothes. But I never told any of my friends at school, and I did my best to hide everything. But my friends must have picked up on it at some level because before long, my friends stopped talking to me. They stopped calling, texting, IM-ing me. They stopped talking to me in the halls. No one ever told me why. I was paranoid that the pictures and/or video had gotten out and they’d seen what happened to me. Guys stopped hanging around me. It was like everyone was avoiding me. I just wanted things to go back to the way they used to be.

But then I got raped by him again.

-_-_-_-_-HELP ME!_-_-_-_-_
I was in the locker room, changing my clothes for my Volley Ball tourney, and
my coach walked in, (He's a male and it is the girl's locker room!) and saw me changing. At first he kinda stared, and I covered myself up, but, then he grabbed my hands and told me not to panic.
He started to try and grope me, but I got out of his clutches and ran out of the locker room.
I don't know If i should tell someone or not,since my coach is my dad's friend from High School.

AND THEN I GRABBED MY DICK AND SAID LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL MAN I HAVE A RAGER.
DAMN THIS STORY IS MAKING ME HOT, LITTLE GIRLS IN LOCKER ROOMS YEAH! WOOOOH FUCK YEAH ANYONE ELSE CLICK THIS SHIT? LEMME PUT A PICTURE OF SOMETHING COOL NEXT TO THIS.

Hey all I confess I am an epic pervert. Being a perv is the only way I have found to beat the boredom of life. I used to do a lot of shit on my home turf. But you can only sniff so many girls bicycle seats and walk into the middle school girls locker room and beat off so many times before the pitchforks and torches come out. I think maybe I am just a little misunderstood. I mean no harm I just found a satisfying hobby that helps me blow off stress.

I have been both highly skilled and lucky in getting away with shit for decades. The final straw though was when after a volleyball game at the local middle school I walked into the locker room with a raincoat and opened up to reveal my cock to about twenty young girls in the shower area. A few of the local dads heard the screaming and chased me through the woods. Lucky me they were fat and old and gave up after about a block. One guy was a little younger than me. Looked like a distance runner. He actually caught up to me and tried to take me down by grabbing my coat. I turned around and punched him in the nose. He dropped right to his knees. I stood back a few feet and wanked to his blood and tears for a couple of minutes until I heard the sirens and then I wished him a good day and left. There was a huge buzz after that. Talk of rewards. Yada, yada, yada. Lucky me again most of the girls were looking at my cock and gave a shitty description. The guy I punched actually described me as being African American and stuck to the story even though it was in contradiction to every other source. God what a fucking freak!

So now that I am older, wiser and more financially secure I plan my holidays around my hobby. I figure airfare is much cheaper than attorneys.

One epic trip was a backpacking excursion in a remote area. I hate how all the moral fags want you to register and pay to visit a national park which my taxes pay for. I always skirt this formality. It also makes me harder to track. So when we were lining up for the buses I didn't bother with getting a ticket. I showed the driver a twenty and said 'here is my ticket buddy.' He stuck the twenty in his pocket and told me to have a great trip.

Now I had planed to just hang out on some popular trails and flash some hikers. No big whoop. Sometimes if I am in the mood I strip naked and chase them a little bit while masturbating and screaming paranoid gibberish like I am the Antichrist and such. Pretty harmless fun all in all.

On the ride into the back country I was surrounded my some kind of do gooder group. A couple of old biddies that had about a dozen young girls in tow to show them the joys of wilderness. They were from New York and by their talk sounds like they had never been out of the city...ever. All they did was talk, talk, talk incessantly about the dangers that lurked in the woods. Lions, tigers and bears.....OH MY! After I had about enough I tried to interject that wilderness is a much safer place than any big city. The logic being that man is the most dangerous animal on the planet. The farther you get away from population centers you get equally safer. The old biddies wanted to get all confrontational and talk about they had taken this class and that class about wildlife encounters and knew how to defend themselves against wildlife. Even after I shut up and let them win the argument they kept up. I tried pulling my hat over my head to act like I was sleeping and one of their little man hater dummies in training snatched it off my head and started to play keep away with their friends. HA HA HA HA HA. What laugh out loud fun this trip was becoming. I decided to let them keep the hat as the lot of them were just to cuntish to deal with. However I heard them talking about their drop off point and my trip plan suddenly changed!

When they were leaving they tossed me my hat back and told me thanks for being such a good sport. No problem I said as I holstered my pack. A couple looked a little nervous as I walked off the bus behind them. Having been such a successful pervert for so long I am good at putting people at ease. I wished them a great trip and marched up the trail head. About five miles in some rain squalls came through. I knew these little unprepared cunts would just be soaked to their titties. It was just a best guess whether these dummies would turn back or continue to the remote campground. I didn't think they would disappoint. So I pulled out my rain gear and carried on. When I got to the campground I found some old trees back aways from camp and started a small fire.

Sure enough about an hour before sunset the little troop of dummies arrived. Soaked and miserable. Of course they all wanted to crowd around and crowd me out of my fire. Looking at those wet shirts convinced me none of them was over thirteen. Well except for the old cunts. Looking at all those little nips poking out of their wet cotton t shirts made me sprout some truly vicious wood. Lucky it was getting dark.

The old cunts by now were obviously getting a little panicky as they should have. Hypothermia is no joke. Lucky they had me there to help. Ha Ha Ha! They hadn't even set up their tents yet and their whole troop to a last one was shivering. I hadn't set up a tent either as I was planning some serious deviant behaviour later and wanted to be able to decamp in a hurry. Ha little did they know. So the cunts ask me where the wood was and I told them I dragged this one tree up from the creek bed about a mile distant. I figure a mile down a mile up probably an hour plus. They ask me if I could get some more and I just give them a blank look. After all I am toasty in my wool long johns and REI rain gear. Shit I could sleep like a baby just laying down. After a bunch of their cuntish back and forth I show them the trail head and I watch them and their headlamps bobbing off into the distance. About ten minutes after they left I 'discovered' this huge pile of dead fall about ten feet back in. TEEHEEEEE.

So I show this 'discovery' to the little cunts and in a couple of minutes we have a grand fire going. Kids like fire. I reach into my pack and pull out the peppermint snaps I had toted in. I tell them that for their survival it was imperative they get their body temperatures up. A couple made a little protest but by the looks of the way they started to slug it down most of them had sampled the devils brew and a few seemed to actually be on their way to accomplished alcoholics. Good God it reminds me of the old days when a chick could get drunk on one or two shots. Epic. So in about ten minutes these little twats are just blasted. The first bottle gets finished and one of the little cunts tosses it in the fire! The horror. What the fuck is with kids today? Have they not heard of recycling? No one teaches them any morals whatsoever. I made the little bitch pull the thing back out. She got all teary as it was now burning hot but oh well at least she learned a thing about responsible camping. Well anyways just to show her I was a good guy I pulled out a second bottle and let her take the first swig.

Next phase. I get into my pack and pull out a rope line. I string it up between trees on both sides of the fire. Next I tie two more lines to form a box around the fire. Finally I start to strip my clothes off to dry.... ALL OF THEM. Watching all those eyes stare at my half erect cock was the greatest moment of my life bar none. Well maybe the time I peed on a Jehovas Witness that came to a vacant house I was masturbating in prior to torching it was good win too but who am I to split hairs? I had spotted one of the little ring leaders 'Amanda' early on. She had big tits for her age and was obviously on her way to true slut hood. I can just tell the type. I told the lot of them this was going to be a very chilly night indeed and if they didn't have dry clothes it would just be miserable. I told them in no uncertain terms that this WAS a survival situation and modesty could get them killed. A couple dug in their packs in nervous quiet and pulled out some clean t shirts and jeans only to find them soaked as well. I kept staring at Amanda who was getting more bleary eyed every time the bottle made another go round. Sure enough my little Judas goat made a dirty little smile and walked over to the clothes line and stripped. Shirt, shoes, pants, bra and finally her panties. Once my new best friend forever was stripped down the ice was broken and the rest of the crew did likewise. Next I made them empty out their packs and hang up their sleeping bags, tents, etc. Man this was starting to get cozy! The fleeting glimpses of seeing young girls in locker rooms can never compare to being alone naked next to a fire in a remote area with all this untapped ass. Not a one of them had a full bush or set of tits. Amanda was close but the baby fat in her titties was obvious. I could tell she would be huge some day.

So here we are nicely boxed in. Warm fire, a small shelter around us to keep in some heat and no old cunts. Tell you the truth I almost started to get worried. It had been over an hour and the biddies had not returned. Luckily I am a borderline sociopath so I can put those concerns out of my head in a hurry. Well at least that is what a shrink told me once. After she told me that I pulled out my cock and jerked off in front of her. She didn't stop me probably cause I was paying her a hundred bucks an hour to listen to my deviant ways. I almost cared about my mental state until that day. The shrink had the nerve to send me a cleaning bill for her carpet. Yeah riiiiiight! I call it heal and run. They always send you the bill after the session so there is never a need to pay any of them. I guess they don't know much about human nature after all.

Anyways getting back to the meat of the story. At this point after staring at all that fresh meat I obviously am getting a raging hard on. A couple of the little fat girls are starting to get all teary which is starting to affect my boner. I figure I need to give them something to do so I put them in charge of setting up some tents. Not only were they fat but they were stupid as well so I had to lose the tiny hot girl with glasses to help them out. That kinda pissed me off as I had already seen her tiny little brown eye when she had bent over and she (next to Amanda and her baby fat titties) was one of the reasons I had such a raging hard on. The sleeping bags hadn't gotten soaked too bad so next the little crew of fatties and the skinny glasses girl started to line those out in the tents as well.

Well the clothes were still wet so I told them all that the wisest course would be for me and Amanda to keep a vigil on the fire and the clothes all night. I said if we got tired we would wake some of them up to take over. About half the girls at this point were getting pretty scared. One of the little fat kids asked about Ms. (hyphenated name) and the other biddie. God I fucking hate women with hyphenated names. WHY THE FUCK DO THEY EVEN GET MARRIED IF THEY DON'T WANT THE HUSBAND'S NAME? I guess it is just cover for their careers as man haters. If it were up to me I would fuck them all in the ass. So I don't know if it was the hyphenated name or what but I told the lot of them that since it was such an easy trip their hike leaders were probably lost or dead. Well maybe it is the alcohol that makes me say shit like this without regard for the consequences. Of course a bunch of them started bawling their eyes out. I yelled at the lot of them to suck it up and ordered them all into their tents. God a bunch of them sobbed for like an hour after that which made me totally lose my wood. Well at least for the time being.

I guess Amanda didn't care about the old cunts either as she had now been smiling and glancing at my cock for a couple of hours. She was so drunk that she was starting to stagger. When she almost slipped into the fire I used this as an excuse to grab her from behind. I grabbed both tits and was obvious in how hard I squeezed them. The little cunt let out an audible gasp. Knowing now that the time for subtlety was over I walked over to my pack and pulled out a tube of Carmex. I walked back to the fire and made no secret of smearing the contents of the tube all over my fingers. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down onto all fours. Roughly I lubed up her asshole swirling my index finger around inside. Grabbing her hips with both hands I plunged all the way in without warning. She screamed in pain. God what a fucking baby. I could hear some of the girls start to squirm in their tents. Quickly I snatched some panties off the line ( I think they were one of the fat girls...being the biggest I saw) and rudely stuffed them in her mouth. Resuming my position I gave it to her even rougher than before. Pulling her head to the side so I could read her face in the firelight I could see that her eyes were clearly tearing up. But she was also not resisting. To this day I have never felt anything tighter than her little O-Ring clamping down on my cock. I busted out such a load in her tight little ass I thought it would come out her ears. I pulled out and stood up. She rolled to the side and just stared up at me like a deer in the headlights. I went to take a leak in the woods and came back. She was sitting down facing the fire. I sat next to her and she put her arm around me. She didn't say anything for the rest of the night. About midnight it started to drizzle again so I told her to start piling up all the now mostly dry clothes. After my tent was erected we shoved all the clothes inside. I made a nice pillow out of all the girls panties. Never have smelled anything quite like that.

At daybreak the little twat fest was too hungover to move. Wanting to get the show on the road I pulled out my air horn I carry for scaring big critters and went tent to tent kicking them in turn to wake up their groggy little asses. As it was still drizzling they were forced to come naked one by one into my tent to sort through their clothes and get dressed. Tons of good beaver and up close brown eye shots. When one of the little whiny fat girls came in it was too much having that huge ass shoved in my face. I told her and her fat friend to go stand outside naked until the rest of the girls were done. I could tell these two kids needed toughing up.

So about noon when the old cunts still hadn't shown and we were all packed up I told them it was time to move on. The old cunts were either lost or dead. Well I said it again so maybe it wasn't the alcohol. Not so many cried this time. I made the bawlers walk far in back so I didn't have to hear it. Maybe they would make it back or not.

When we got back to the main road I made a quick excuse for needing to relieve myself in the bushes. I gave Amanda a knowing glance and she followed me into the woods. I shoved her to her knees and shot a load in her mouth in under five minutes. Then for no reason in particular I slapped her hard acros the face. While she was staring up at me in otherworldly disbelief I looked her in the eye and told her she was my bitch forever. I made her write down her email on a slip of paper and told her never to change it as I would be coming to pick her up from her dreary existence in a few years when she was legal. That definitely brought a smile to her face. Did I mention she had braces? It took me a few days to hike out cross country but to this day no one knows who that mystery man was. Funny thing too is that no mention was ever made of how I took huge advantage of the situation. I was even credited with saving the lives of the old cunts who it turns out got lost pretty quick and were eventually rescued after we made it back to the road and called for help. I guess if I had really wanted I could have used my satellite phone to have a rescue chopper up there in ten minutes but what fun would that have been?

When I used to take my son to his swim class. Some dads would bring their young daughters into the locker room to change. I was always fantasizing about fingering them. They were so smooth and tinder looking.

I have to confess I let an older man fuck me in the gym shower.

I've been going to the gym early in the morning because of a work schedule change and the gym's a ghost town then so I can just focus on what I am doing and leave. The past few weeks there's been a few older men that show up to work out, I would put them either late 50's or early 60's. A taller gentleman, who was really fit, with salt & pepper hair and facial hair would always work out longer than the other two. With just him and I having this whole big box gym to ourselves, he couldn't help to start up a friendly conversation with me a few times. He would always compliment me on something new that day and it made me feel special.

His appearance, confidence, friendly and flirty banter made me see a different side of older men. I ended up enjoying a lot of the attention. I even started browsing older men porn. Watching how these younger girls loved and drooled over an older man's cock. Older men started getting me turned on.

This past Tuesday it was just him, he said his friends couldn't make it. So I invited him to work out with me. Being able to get close to him, smell him, touch his body, and watch him work out turned me on! He finished his last set and left to the locker room. I was nervous but felt like I would never have another opportunity, so I waited a few minutes and followed behind him.

I walked in the locker room and there was 1 gym bag on a bench and the shower stall just started running. I undressed and moved in the shower area. I knocked on the door and he said the stall was in use in which I replied asking if I could join him. He opened the stall door and was in complete shock. I stepped in and began kissing him and caressing my hand against his soft cock. Feeling his shaft grow in my hands got me so wet. I kissed my way down his chest and abdomen, tasting his salty sweat and hot water at the same time off his body. I cupped his ball sack and took his entire cock into my mouth. He grabbed my wet hair and pushed my head down to the base of his cock and gagged. I pulled back and moaned a "fuck yes daddy" to him.

He stood me up and pushed my naked breast up against the cold tile walls. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back and began kissing me all up and down my neck. He pushed my face up against the cold tile and I arched my ass out towards him, where he slid his cock inside of me. I was so turned on by the situation that his cock had no problem fitting all the way inside of me. I started cumming hard on his cock, I was gushing juices all over his stubbled pubic hair. I announced "you're making me cum daddy" and he only picked up the pace.

He pulled me back off the wall and I was bent over getting fucked doggy style standing up. He took both of his hands and wrapped them around my neck and started to apply pressure to my throat. I love being choked out and gasping for air. In the hot steamy shower it made it even harder to breath which turned me on even more. I was able to slowly get out single words like fuck, or daddy, or cum. I was trying to announce I was cumming again, but he must've taken that as "cum inside" because he pressed hard up against my ass and I felt him pulsate inside of me.

I pulled out off his cock and felt the warm cum drip down my inner thigh. I turned around and kissed him on the lips and cleaned off his cock tasting what was left of my wet pussy and his juices. I didn't even dry off, I just threw my clothes back on and left. As I walked out of the gym locker room I noticed a few people showed up. I blushed in embarrassment as I quickly exited the building.

I confess that I am a panty and sock thief and have been since the summer after my senior year of high school. I love the smell of women and find socks and panties are the most aromatic pieces of clothing they wear.

After my freshman year of college I worked as a lifeguard at the community pool where my thievery became more blatant. The pool had locker rooms where all the patrons would change into their swimsuits, and leave behind their street cloths.

As a lifeguard I was responsible for cleaning the pool facilities, including the locker room. I would carry a broom a rag and a bottle of Windex down to the women's room and put up a "closed" sign so nobody would walk in on me as I went, locker to locker, searching for the objects of my obsession.

I would sniff all the sneakers panties and socks I could stand and take anything that had been there from the day before.

The best part was looking the girls in the eye when they asked me a question or just walked by and thinking, "I know exactly what your little pussy smells like!"

Confession time! I like cruising around public pool locker room and change rooms looking for cuties to suck. Anyone do the same

I am confessing on here way to much lately, but I find that confessing allows me to regain some amount of normalcy in my life, rather than dwelling on something and possibly sinking deeper. I have confessed on here twice before. First, it was when I tried anal play for the first time. Second, was my attempts to make myself more feminine, out of sheer lust and having slutty thoughts daily.

After each confession, there was a reduction in activity. I now only lightly finger myself in the shower for a second or two (a deep clean, as it were). The slutty thought have diminished as well. I keep up of the feminine exercises, only because I'm starting to see some very real and pleasing results (more androgynous than anything, but a shapely ass is fine by me, whether masculine or feminine).

Today... I found a modified Isabela Valentine sound file called "Sissy Shower". In it, the audio was designed so that when you closed your eyes, it felt like the voice was swimming in your head. I've listened to her stuff before, but this time, I actually went really into it. When I was suppose to get aroused, my heart raced. When my cock was suppose to twitch, it throbbed. I found myself desperately trying to rub the back of my throat with my fingers without triggering any gag reflex. And then at the vary end, the voice changed, and se told me to lie on my back and come in my mouth...and I did....but the mp3 finished before I did, and I frantically tried to set it back to the beginning of that part.

So my confession: This is the first time I have cum without a tissue or cloth... I missed my mouth, but came all over my face and shirt. But here's the kicker, I normally can't even touch my cum after ejaculation. The feeling is gone after that burst, but I was HORNY. A glob hand landed on my wrist, and I put my mouth on it and started sucking. I kept on sucking for like 15 seconds.. I Relished it, like it was fucking chocolate or something. I scooped it off my face some and ate that too....then I started sucking it out of my shirt. (there was a lot more than usual)

About halfway through I was losing my taste for it (maybe it was the added taste of the shirt), but I kept sucking it, cause I "didn't want it to stain". This lead me to get horny again, but I jumped in the shower and tried to focus. My hearts beating fast just typing this, but I hope a confession will bring me back closer to normal.

Thankfully, I won't get a chance to do something like that again for a while (can't reveal reason...but too risky), or any of the other things I been doing. Hopefully this will allow me to assess if it was just the hypnosis fucking with my brain, or if these things really turn me on that much. Like: I enjoy salted chocolate, but does that mean I also enjoy the taste of cum? Do I really fantasize about being force-fed 10 cocks in a locker room?

I know that I'll probably have some fantasies for a few days related...but if it is the hypnosis, it should wear off.....I think.

(And there you go, a 100% true confession on MLess)

Hey! I'm looking for a video I saw on here a while ago... It was filmed from like a handheld, it was filmed by like a dad and his two teen girls. Started in a tanning bed, they eat ice cream at once point then In a locker room and I believe it ends in a changing room of some sort!. It looks like they are vacation, if you know the one it would be greatly appreciated!

First time gay shit - super unexpected

I'm a former military guy and I've tried to stay in shape. I go to the gym about 5 times a week. I'm only about 5' 8", but athletically built around 160 lbs. I was at a gym, while traveling through NJ, and found myself working out next to a very smallish built young man (5' 2", 110lbs max). He was doing the same muscle group I was and asked if he could workout with me. I thought it was a little strange, but he was nice and had a good smile, nice olive skin, and was young... I am straight - but I think I can still appreciate beauty, even in other men. And this little guy was pretty... and very gay. I would never work out with him in my home town... but I live in California, and this is New Jersey, so I thought, why not? He seems nice and I don't wanna seem like I'm homophobic or something.

So here we are. I've been working out sense I was a kid. I've wrestled sense I was 10 and have the screwed up ears to prove it. I am, frankly, very rough around the edges. I can be a little over bearing and down right mean when I am your wrestling coach. Or, in this case, your workout partner. So I was these things with him. I made him workout harder than he normally would. He had absolutely no upper body strength but did have a firm build (to be 18 again!!). Again, he was openly gay: even had a rainbow shirt that said, "born this way". It was a little embarrassing, but like I said: I didn't know any of those people.

We probably worked out for a solid hour and a half. I found myself getting a little turned on by how I could make him push harder or do a few more reps. I would talk trash. Tell him that god hates quitters more than gays. I would always smile a little so he would know I was kidding... but I think he liked it more if I was serious.

I found myself helping him with his technique. I would pull his shoulders back, or push his waist in. Giving him instructions and when he did it correctly, I'd say to him, in a very low voice, "good boy."

Fast forward to when we are finally done, and I am surprisingly warn out. I got a very good workout in. He was also red faced (at least as red as his skin would show...) and obviously fatigued. And sense I'd never been to that gym, I asked if there were showers. He said yes, and we went off to the locker rooms.

The showers were probably the nicest I had ever seen in a gym. You had your own little changing room that would lead to your own shower. They were also very roomy.

I'm in there and I planned on just rinsing off, sense I didn't bring shampoo and figured I would shower at my hotel after dinner. But then thought better of it and simply asked my new workout partner (yelling over the sounds of the other showers) if he had shampoo I could use. He yells back (a little to gay-ish) that he did. He'll bring it over.

I expect him to set it on my bench in the changing room... then tell me its there and I'd come out of the shower and grab it. But this little homo walks right into my stall with it. Naked. And I am perfectly speechless. I stand there and can't quite believe my eyes. He has this look of confusion and then he looks a little panicked. He drops the bottle he had and put his hands over his face and turns to leave.

Now... a million things are going through my head. And I can still remember - vividly - how torn I was. I would NEVER turn down a women that did something like this. The risk he took... the way he put himself out there... I was flattered. But I'm not into guys. But also... I don't know anyone in this town. So in about 2 seconds I decide to at the minimum stop him and tell him its all good. I follow him out to the outer changing area and I grab his shoulders and pull him back away from the little room door. He starts covering his face again and looking down at the ground. He won't look up at me and I'm not trying to even talk at all because someone may hear me (like who would I be talking to?!).

I simply don't know what to do, and as he begins to sob (like a girl... an f-ing girl!), I start to rub his back and in as low a voice as I can, whisper near his ear:  "Its all good... your a good boy".

I don't, for the life of me, know why I said that.   But I repeated it again, cause I could tell it was working.  I brought him closer to me and repeated it: "its ok... no worries... thats a good boy".  "your a good boy"  "your my good boy, right?"

And then I brought my hands up his back, lifting them off and placed my elbows on his shoulders (like i was going to hug his head to my chest), and pushed lightly down...  and without much resistance at all, he went to his knees. He looked up at me and I thought he was a little worried still.  He was nervous and worried...  So i said its Ok.. be a good boy. And he took my cock in his mouth.

He sucked on me for probably 5 minutes until I got nice and hard.  I couldn't hear dick sucking noises because it was so noisy in there. But it did feel fantastic.  He was being a good little cock sucker and I can respect that.

I let him suck me deep and hard until I felt like I was close. I pulled his head away and turned him around. I pushed him forward and pulled his hips up while I forced his knees apart.  I used a bit more force than i needed, but I was determined to get my cock in his little round ass before i got soft.  I thought about a condom, but simply didn't care.  I would have used one if he asked me to, but he didn't so i didn't offer.  

I spit on my dick and spit on his asshole.  Then started easing it in... eventually getting balls deep.  Spitting some more every few seconds.  I'm not a big guy, but his ass was tight.

I eventually pushed him all the way down to his stomach.  My favorite position when I'm fucking a women.  I fucked him as hard as I dared.  But I couldn't afford a clapping sound.  At some point I got off and had him follow me into the shower.  I fucked him a bit harder - standing up of course. But the shower sounds masked the sounds from the other showers so I was comfortable putting a little more on him.

And then I came.   It built slowly and came on with a vengeance.  It never crossed my mind to ask him were he wanted it.  The moment I called him a good boy, I new I was Cumming in his ass.

We walked out of that gym together - and I got his number.  I was in town a few times a year before I moved to NJ for about 3 months where I fucked him regularly.

I always made him wear girls panties and enjoyed making him cry before he was to suck my cock and get fucked.  I wonder how he has been.

Big convention in Vegas. I end up paired up with my married coworker crush. We flirt all the time but it never goes anywhere, and here I am in Vegas paired with her at the booth. If you've never worked a convention it's 12hrs on your feet saying the same shit. By the time you're off you just want to change, soak your feet, and drink. Some people go in big groups to dinner, or gamble, others just go to their rooms. Cindy asks what I'm doing, back to room to change out, no plans after. She says she's the same, maybe meet in the lobby in an hour? I agree and back to the room I go.

A hot shower does wonders after being on the floor. No shame, 30 minutes of bliss and you know I was jerking off to Cindy. It may not go anywhere but I'm walking into it completely drained. I get cleaned up, get dressed, phone buzzes with a text. Cindy's wondering what to wear out. Are we doing a bar? Nice restaurant? Buffet? on property or uber or walking? I text back to wear something nice, keep options open, no walking we'll Uber if need be.

Secretly I wanted to try something but wasn't sure how she'd react. I'm sex positive, I know an awesome buffet but it's a members club. I'm nervous at what she'd think, nervous about taking a coworker there. We meet in the lobby. I pull her aside and explain that this place is probably out of her comfort zone. She says she's game. I press, explaining it's a private club, sometimes there's nudity, sometimes there's sex. Her face doesn't even flinch but she asks why I'm taking her and how I know about it. Awesome food, literally restaurants cater there, oh and I'm sex positive. Nothing personal but I may hook up there, hopefully this doesn't change how you see me. She's in, I'm kind of in shock, not sure if she knows how hard I crush on her but she's already got an uber.

For those unfamiliar with Vegas there's known sex clubs, and more underground discrete clubs. The club I took her to was very clean, well catered, I know the community and it came recommended. Couples are cheaper for the night. Women are free. Men are members only or invite only from members. They always give a tour. Awesome buffet/dining (must be clean and clothed, nothing gross). Dancing in 2 areas, clothed and unclothed. Massive play room (literally half the club). Towels required in the play room. Cindy was a bit shocked to see people fucking as we toured that area.

I knew Cindy was married. I knew taking her here broke a lot of rules. I knew it risked my job (people never look at you the same), and I knew hitting on her would either work or be really creepy. So my comment was "Whatever happens tonight, not talking about it again, it stays here. Not telling coworkers, or husband, it stays here. Be safe, if you need me find me, everyone here respects No. I won't leave without you, if you decide to leave please let me know." She nodded and we got some food.

10 minutes into eating her hand was on my crotch rubbing. I reminded her no play in dining. She took my hand and we hit the dance floor. It's a bit blurred but after a few songs we went to the other dance floor. Cindy has a massive rack and those beauties came out real quick. She peels a shirt off me and unzips the pants. We're got hands everywhere and we're surrounded by half naked dancing people. And she pulls me in for a kiss, while also stroking me. We end up in back, grab towels on the way and put our things in a locker. She's so horny and I'm just stunned. Great head, so many positions, so many sounds and sights and just a room full of sex. I made her go a couple times, first with my fingers and then with my tongue. She then returned the favor, but struggled because I'd jerked off earlier. To her credit she didn't quit. That hard earned nut was swallowed and a few people around us cheered. I guess we were a show. We kept at it. Several asked to join. I had a woman kissing my back while her partner fucked her senseless. I kept fucking Cindy while she kissed another woman as she jerked off the woman's partner. After the kiss the woman starts blowing her partner and Cindy just fingers her to an O. We fucked the whole time. I'd go, or she'd go, just amazing. My final nut was fucking her tits, riding her fits really, while another woman kissed me. Cindy ended up with a massive facial, just nailed her nose, forehead, chin. Put it in her mouth after so she'd suck out the rest.

We cleaned up, showered, ate, danced, fucked again. Made it to our rooms sometime around 4am.