Does anybody else here think Millie Bobby Brown just basically dresses like an off-duty pornstar now? More power to her. She can do whatever she wants. But just for how famous she is, she isn't being modest. It's kinda trashy. Either way I like it.
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I confess when I was 18 my 24 year old sister used to jerk me off after I broke both of my arms because I couldn't do it myself. I got home from the hospital about 7PM on a Monday night and got put into bed by mom and dad. Then they went over my schedule and the other details of my care. There would be a tutor coming in to get me through school while I was home bound from 9AM to 1PM every day starting on Wednesday. Other than that my sister would be caring for me as they would be away at work during the day, and even when they were home her bedroom was right next to mine so it was going to be Callie attending to my needs 90% of the time. I felt so pathetic if somebody helped swing my legs over the bed I could get up and walk to the bathroom. I could even sit on the toilet and do my business, but somebody had to get me started by pulling my pants down. When I was done they had to help me clean up with baby wipes and then pull my pants back up. That first night I didn’t want to think about it so I took a sedative to postpone my hell until the next day.
The next morning I woke up with morning wood and I had to pee. The bad thing was Callie had awoken me and she definitely saw my stiffly. “Looks like somebody is up early this morning” . She said laughing with a big smile on her face. “shut up I said” . “Is baby bro grouchy today?” “We better get you to the bathroom so you don’t pee the bed as I don’t want to have to change the bed sheets.” My humiliation had started. She helped me up and we made the short walked to our mutual bathroom. I said “ok turn your head, pull my pants down and I’ll sit down to take a leak.” She looked at me and said in a stern voice “Look brother I have to care for you the next month maybe more it isn’t going to work if you get all modest on me. I am going to see you naked so you better fucking get used to it. With that she shucked my sweat pants down and there my bare white ass and my seven inch cock stood in all of their glory.
“Look girls sit down to pee not boys.” She went on to say “I don’t care if you want to act like a girl around me, but you won’t be able to tuck that cock in under the toilet seat because it is stiff so I am going to have to touch it either way.”
“Aren’t you going to put some gloves on?”
“No, you’re my brother I am not worried about catching germs from you.” With that she grabbed my cock and said “oh my that Toni is one lucky girl.” It was a good thing I had to piss so bad or I wouldn’t have been able to go because of the strange hand on my cock even if it was my sister’s. Once I was done she wiped the tip of my cock with a baby wipe and pulled up my sweats. She washed her hands in the sink.
We were still in the close quarters of our bathroom and now that I was fully awake I noticed she was still in her night cloths which consisted of an old white concert tee-shirt, no bra so you could see her c cups jiggle when she moved and of course a pair of pink shorts that she had probably gotten when she was in junior high that were two sizes too small and said “PINK” in white letters across the backside. Her ass cheeks were hanging out of them as she bent over to wash her hands. Before I knew it I was hard.
OMG I was hard for my sister. Of course as she backed away from the vanity her ass hits my front and she feels that hard cock poking her in the ass cheeks. “Do you have to pee again or are you just happy to see me?” she laughed. With that she leads me into my bedroom and helps me into the bed. Feeling ashamed about my boner for my sister I deflated quickly and started crying. “Callie this is so damn humiliating I am so sorry I don’t want you to feel like I think of you in that way.”
“It is ok Troy it is your body’s natural reaction to stimulation I know you can’t help it.” “Hell I bet it hurts you were cooped up in the hospital and weren’t exactly able to help yourself.” Do you want me to call Toni after she gets home from school maybe she could help you with your problem?
“Our relationship isn’t that way”
“But you told me in the hospital you showed her your dick?”
“Yes, but that is all we have done a little touching and feeling we are in the geek lane at high school not the fast lane like you were, and we are not even official yet.”
“So you think I was a slut? ”
“No that isn’t what I meant we are just both late bloomers and neither one us had the same opportunities you did.”
She said “that surprises me Toni is really hot, and has a model’s body long and slender with beautiful long flowing brunette hair. I’d love to have a firm body like that not a jiggly one like mine. Are you sure she hasn’t been around the block with someone else?”
“I am sure up until last year she had short hair, pimples, braces and wore glasses. Plus she has been in AP classes since she was a Freshman like me, and what do you mean sis your hot?”
“Umm well I see you’re not so bad yourself, but I guess inviting Toni over to relieve you is out of the question?”
“I’d say so, plus I don’t want her to see me like this for fuck sakes my sister has to hold my cock when I pee.”
“Look if this girl is into you like I think she is and your into her – you have to get over the embarrassment of stuff that doesn’t matter. If she cares for you and you care for her I won’t have to hold your wee wee for you anymore she will, but right now we have immediate needs to take care of. Why don’t you sleep for awhile as I need to go the store and get something. When I get home we can have lunch and then I will give you a shower.”
“ok”
She left the room, I heard her get in the shower and then about 30 minutes after the water turned off I heard her walk downstairs and out the door it was about 10:30AM. She looked in on me before she left, but I pretended to be asleep. For the first time since my injury I felt better about things as the worst of it was over. My sister had seen me naked and even touched my cock. The world didn’t come to an end and I didn’t die of embarrassment. Of course it had helped that mom and dad had told me the night before that part of the reason Callie didn’t get to come home that much when she was in College was that she had a part time job as a CNA in a nursing home near her college campus so she was very experienced in all of this. I found out she was even certified in this type of care. There was a lot I was learning about my sister that I didn’t know. Namely that she was compassionate, kind and there was a lot more to her than just her looks. I was beginning to believe she wasn’t at all shallow the impression I had often got of her when I only saw her in small doses when she was still in college and from what I remember from when she was in her last two years of High School. I was also starting to feel closer to her than I had ever felt before. I even feared I was developing a crush on her and even if I wasn’t my dick sure was. I had defiantly fully let her back in.
Friday Night….
On a warm Friday evening back in 2019, around 6p, I get a desperate call from my best friend… “Can you stay at the house this weekend, entertain her, please” he desperately begins the call with? “Her” is his wife… I chime in “yeah man, she’s definitely feeling lonely lately” I say as I push for specifics…
(her and I chat, he and I chat, offering my opinion is very common as this has been the topic of conversation for quite some time)
Ignoring me completely, he continues,
“She keeps busting my balls, calling every 10 mins. She feels isolated, alone, you know how she is!” Again, I chime in, “brother she’s 40, the kids are almost out of the house, she wants you to spend time with her, take her to dinner, do shit”. He wants to respond but has nothing, he knows I’m right. “Brother, you both can afford to go do things, she wants to go places, experience life”.
For the record, and totally off topic. this man’s wife has the greatest pair of big fat tits. For those who think “bigger is better”, this is the one! Furthermore,
she’s thick but tone with dirty blonde hair, about 5’7”. Thinking about it, she has Kitty Lee’s body with a much prettier face.. A very attractive woman with a body built for fucking.
(according to hubby, she has a high sex drive and is very open minded… Cocksucker hit the lotto for sure)
With a long sigh he annoyingly utters what I could see coming from a mile away, “I don’t have time for this, Bobby is about to go on, can you stay at my place and keep her off my back so I can enjoy myself?”
And there it is…..
Honestly, he’s frustrated, I get it. He plans ahead for this weekend long festival well in advance, keeps her in the loop through the entire process, it’s kind of fucked thats she’s laying this guilt trip on him while he’s hours away. I’m torn, he’s been dropping the ball with regard to their marriage for a while now.. Then again, this is his once a year “get fucked up and jam out with thousands of dirty hippies weekend, “I suppose she should honor that.
Regardless…
Reluctantly, I respond with Sure man, I’ll head up there now and hang with her….” (honestly, I just want to hang at home, rub one out and crash, it’s been a long week but fuck it, she’s good people and fun to drink with)
Relieved, he replies “text me when you get up there, I’ll call and let her know, thanks brother” and quickly hangs up.. I set the phone down, take a deep breath, collect my shit and prepare for my hour long trip….
A bit of background on the friendship. Buddy and his wife married young, 18-19, had kids, they’re in their teens. We’ve known each other for about 20 years and they are 4-5 years my senior.
For the last few years we do dinner on Friday evenings at their place, a modest spot in the middle of cow country. We smoke, drink and eat well. I normally stay the night, sometimes sticking around on Saturdays to help with ongoing renovation projects.
We’re all an open book by the way, we know everything about each other. It’s actually very nice, I enjoy their company, as they definitely enjoy mine..
I’m divorced, have a great job and a high school age kid. I also have a very comfortable couch and plenty of food in a decent suburban apartment.
An apartment I will enjoy some other time, my drive is complete..
Teresa (wife) is on the porch, shorts, tank top, drinking a rum and coke. She has her hair in a ponytail, which is new for her. She normally dresses like a Sunday school teacher. Her hair always down, outfits very conservative, “boring” is the best way to put it. She certainly doesn’t show off her figure, her gigantic tits always put away, which is a shame quite frankly..
With a hug and peck on the cheek, I make a sarcastic comment, as I normally do, “sweet handle bar, you’re missing one side”. Teresa gives me a “you’re not funny” smirk” and proceeds to tell me that she’s been “experimenting with new styles”.
I waste no time, “you got it, flaunt it, I know Sam (hubby) would like to see more of you experimenting”. She immediately lets out a laugh, like, a quick chuckle filled with doubt, if that makes sense?
Again, in a serious tone I proclaim, “seriously, switch it up, show him you still got it, let him see other men gawk at you, get that little head going…..” She looks at me defeated and says “he knows what I have, what he has access to. He chooses to ignore me” using her hands to outline her breasts and body, exactly how the Price is Right women would display a new prize.. “I’m lonely, tired of being treated like I don’t exist. Months ago I asked him to sit the festival out” she exclaimed. “I asked if we could go away, focus on us for a minute, that I needed him…” Starting to well up, she rhetorically asks “Where is he” as she walks into the house….
So here I am, barely been there 10 minutes, she’s already crying and I’m on the porch by myself thinking “you couldn’t of talked about something else, you had to immediately bring up her failing marriage, good job jackass”….
She’s a strong woman, emotional and poetic, but tough. It wasn’t long before I hear her calling my name from inside the house. I take a deep breath and head inside. Teresa is in the kitchen, she cleaned herself up and is mixing both of a strong cocktail. Without missing a beat, she hands me my drink, we cheers and take a sip as she immediately picks up from where we left off.
As she starts to speak I take a step forward and gently lean in to give her a warm, comforting hug. I definitely surprised the shit out of her. At first she was stiff as board, cold, surprised at my very forward act. It took a minute before you could feel her body relax…. Not saying a word, we stood there hugging, my arms around her upper shoulders, hers around d my waste. Both of us, a firm yet gentle embrace, you could tell it meant something. It was quite nice if I’m being honest.
(being a dude, I have to point out how great her tits felt pressed against my chest, I finally have visual confirmation, as well as touch, of just how fucking big they are. Her puffy hard nipples, pressed against my chest, perfecto!)
After what felt like 20 minutes, I now have a rock hard dick so I pull away. “You’re a smart, beautiful, sexy woman who deserves happiness” I say, as I try to conceal my very obvious excitement. She looks at me and smiles as I conclude my thought “ponytail and tank top, my new favorite look” as I look down, laser focused on her giant titties that were currently on display, hours and hours of fun, beautiful cleavage, no bra)
Remember when I said “we know everything about each other?” It’s no secret hubby and I both have a thing for huge giant titties, conversations she’s been privy too, normally just giggling and walking away.. Staring down at them was certainly knew, however, she was well aware of my infatuation, in general, for big natural breasts. Yeah, I’ve looked at her, but nothing more than looking, in my head she’s a no-go, off limits..
It’s at that moment, still in our embrace, she says “I have to come clean”. Oh boy” spews out of my mouth as I question her, not with words, but wi5 the look in my eyes….
“I’ve had a crush on you for the last 20 years.” And don’t worry, Sam knows, he thinks it’s funny. “But, I want you to know, I’ve always had a thing for you.” Shocked, I ask “When me and the ex visited you, is this why you treated her poorly? Shaking her head in agreement, Teresa responds “that bitch took you for granted, treated you like shit for years”, you deserved better, fuck her”.
I laugh out loud as I share “she’s my one and only bad lay, dead inside and in the sack, terribly boring with no enthusiasm, a waste……” Teresa chuckles and shares “well, at least Sam has a big dick but I fantasize about other people when he fucks me. The one or two times a month he does fuck me, I keep my eyes closed, I go through the motions to keep my life semi-normal, but I’m not in love with him anymore, too many years have gone by, I’m over it”.
“Teresa, I had no idea it was this bad, I know he can be a dick, but never thought it was on this level, what are you going to do?” Teresa takes a step back, grabs our drinks and confidently shares “Hanna has three years of school left” as she hands me my drink, “once she graduates and goes to college, I’m leaving”. Her eyes start to fill with tears as we both take a big gulp of intoxicatingly strong rum and cokes… She leans over, grabs a tissue and wipes her eyes as we both take a well deserved gulp of mind numbing spirits…
Our drinks polished off, Teresa quickly time for another” as she grabs my glass and heads for the counter…… Unsure of what to say, completely blown away with the last hour of my life, Teresa swings her head around, ponytail in the air, and says “I’m sorry if my confession has made you uncomfortable, that was not my intention, I just needed you to know” as she turned her head forward to focus on drinks.
I don’t know what came over me, but I felt this urge to hold her.. The last hour had quickly turned in an emotional adventure for the two of us. However, she had a minimum of three years of hell to go through, which saddened me. I had lived that life and it miserable, my heart ached for her.
Throwing caution to the wind, I walked over and wrapped my arms around her stomach, careful to stay below her breasts, resting my head on her shoulder. She took a deep breath and reached for my arms. I whispered in her ear, “I’m here for you” as she let out a whimper and sigh of relief.
It wasn’t long before my dick was coming to life.. She was absolutely pressing her ass just enough for my guy to feel it. Moving from side to side, T was knowingly trying to get me hard and I could care less. I whisper in her ear “I know what you’re doing”, as I begin to mirror her movements, moving my dick from side to side, pushing in….
With both a whimper and deep breath Teresa takes her hand and begins to run it along my covered dick.. “Oh yeah” she says as I let out a gentle moan, immediately, and slowly, moving my fingers to the base of her giant breasts. I think to myself, “Finally” as I open my hands and grab the biggest pair of tits I’ve ever felt. Teresa let’s out a soft moan, catching her breath enough to say “please fuck me!”
Im so fucking hard I can’t stand it, as I respond “soon baby, soon” as I move my right hand inside her waistband, her pussy and clit my targets. She moans out again as I take my left hand, already squeezing and pinching her left nipple, I quickly grab her throat, pulling her head to my my face, forcefully, T whimpering away “How bad do do you want my dick in you” I whisper as she runs her tongue along her upper lip..
3 seconds later, and not missing a beat, Teresa, her hand in my pants now, my dick in hand……. Actually, it’s more like, “Teresa the magician, her hands suddenly down my pants, with a king fu grip on my dick, a grip so tight she could tell you how many beats per minute my heart was pumping” she’s rapid fire jerking me, it’s to tip, long strong stokes……
In return, my left hand still gripping her neck and my right hand buried in her pussy, I have two fingers fucking her pussy while rubbing and pressing her clit with her thumb.. T, well, she starts to moan and loudly and shake as she nutted all all over my fingers….
Teresa hadn’t been touched like this for some time, that was evident!
I nibble on her ear lobe, as she catches her breath, still feeling the effects of my fingers…. I whisper, “now you can have my dick”, slide me into your pussy” as I turn her to the right, and bend her over her kitchen table.. With my dick rock hard and still in her hand, I grab her ponytail and make my way for her opening.. With my left hand, now gripping the sexiest tits I’ve ever played with, I turn her head toward mine and say “that’s my pussy” as she loudly grunts out “take your pussy” as she rests my dickhead at the opening of her love canal..
Deep breath, deep breath as I tease Teresa with my dick, ready to push in fully, sliding in, the phone rang.. I pause, caught of guard by the phone, I say “fucking figures” as T slams her ass backwards and takes my dick…. “Yeah it does” she says as I quickly remember what my objective is….Pony-tail pulled back, left hand firmly holding a giant tit, sexy mom/wife panting as her wet pussy is ready to make a mess, I lay into to her, hard, deep, and aggressive, phone ringing off the hook…..
Let’s be honest… This didn’t last long… 5-6 minutes later, as our hearts race, Teresa screams out “you’re going to make me cum” in what I can only describe as a surprised tone.. “You’re pussy s soaked i murmur, ponytail still in hand, her back still arched, her moans and pants, now similar to a countdown. She’s ready to blow boys!! I give her everything I have, table creaking, both of us moaning loudly, Teresa’s pussy tightens…..
That’s all it took! In unison, I thrusted as deep as I could into her tightened pussy, and fucking unloaded as T let me know just how appreciative she was, nearly falling over as she came all over my dick. With her ponytail still in hand, left titty still firmly in my clutch, I bit on her ear and neck as we both appreciated just felt the effects of a fantastic nut……
A few minutes later, both of us, chuckling and giddy, completely spun from what just happened, get a drink of water. As I’m guzzling like a thirsty African baby, T pipes up and says “I haven’t came like that in years” as she stood back and took a sip of water, almost shocked at what happened. I ask if everything is ok and she quickly says “oh yes” as she intentionally spills water out of her mouth and down her huge jugs. “Thirsty” she asks as I quickly do what a man with a huge natural tit fetish does, as I grab both tits, in a loving embrace, pull them to my face, kiss her deeply and begin sucking her nipples………
Oh yeah, the ringing phone? That was Sam, I forgot to let him know I had arrived… No worries, 60 seconds after pumping his wife full of my nut, as I’m sucking her tits, Sam called back.. T answered, out of breath, Sam completely unfazed, he babbled away, praising me up and down to T, as she stroked my dick.
Sam, “so happy” that I “gave up my weekend to help him out”, requested me on the phone.. “Yo brother” I shout as he immediately thanks me then starts a long winded diatribe, excited to share the highlights of the bands, the setting and the great food. T, left to her own devices, grabs my dick, fat tits swinging, full naked body, she leads me by my dick to the couch as she holds up two fingers…. Sam, he’s still raving about his stress free hippy induced weekend, clueless to the fact that as I say ”sounds like so much fun brother” his wife is on her back, legs spread, pussy soaked, guiding my dick back in the very same spot Sam used to call home.. Round 2 has indeed started,,
Sam called back the next day, he and I on the phone for quite awhile. I remember him saying “its much more relaxed now” as he immediately started the process of repeating the same shit he said the night before, which led to him thanking me again for getting his wife off his back… “Yeah man, she seems happy to have company” I blurt out as he asks for me to put her on the phone…
“Oh man, she’s at the market” I say, as Sam chuckles quite loudly, blurting out “yeah she loves spending my money,” as he chuckled on, eventually saying “I’ll call later” as he hung up…. I’d imagine he saw a half naked dirty chick, or dudes eating shrooms, which is why he just hung up.. He was “on to the next one” ass they say…
Speaking of which…
I’m triple checking to make sure the phone is off screaming out “I can’t hold it anymore!” T, mouth soaked with saliva and spit, and clearly not at the market, grabs my nuts and slams her face to the base of my dick, not missing a beat, or drop, as she emptied my sack deep in her throat… Like a bitch, I screamed out as I felt every last drop empty my nuts. By the way, a second orgasm not long after a man’s first orgasm is quite intense, it’s quite nice!
Teresa enjoyed sucking my dick with her husband on the phone. Admittedly, I enjoyed it as well. The threat of getting caught is quite addictive. So much so, we test the limits of our sexual prowess weekly. I fuck my friends wife regularly, right under his nose..
Case in point-
Friday before Christmas, while Sam sits in his recliner, stoned out of his mind, eating cookies zoned out, Teresa and I will go for a night walk. Sam completely unfazed and happy to have the tv to himself, clueless that his wife and over night guest are 20 ft away, watching him watch tv, fucking like school kids. Me squeezing her nipples, smacking that ass, pulling her hair, drilling her pussy! Teresa, holding onto a tree, taking my dick from behind like the good girl she is, her fat little pussy tightening as she cums, while empty my seed deep into her, fully embraced, while hubby watches cartoons or some shit…
Or right now.. He just got in the shower. T, in a flannel, no bra, immediately goes in and grabs a tissue, making sure the coast is clear. Sam, fully engulfed in washing his ass has no idea his wife literally walked out of the bathroom, about 10ft, slide her pants down and sat on his buddies dick. Of course, I’m unbuttoning and pulling the monsters out, as the smell of Irish Spring permeates the air..
Till next time..
i just had a very interesting dream. i had just recovered from my orchiectomy and a breast augmentation and was on my first vacation as the new me in my motorhome when a few female acquaintances showed and wanted to support me. i was wearing a very skimpy outfit and wanted to change into more modest clothes in private but they insisted to "help"me change, despite me not wanting them to. They were very pushy. That was when i just woke up.
Fresh pic from the wifey, getting new ones every morning. Trying to get one of her vagina while she at work from underneath her dress. Also will work on request. She is modest so let’s start small
I have to confess. I'm a cis male . Tall , fit , and modestly hung ( 8in ) . I've been with women from all over the world who are absolute knockouts..... and enjoyed every second ! But the one thing I haven't had is a beautiful transgender woman to fulfill my last bucket list fantasy... I want to give head in the WORST ways and also mutually fuck each other all day !then part ways forever....It's pretty ridiculous but I think life is about experiences and that's all that's left on my list. 😁
I am a Dom man looking for properly submissive females to serve me and create a polygamist household. I am not religious, I just know what I want and intend to make the life I want.
A proper female should be modest in public, a good house keeper and cook. And be a complete and total slave to the man who owns her. No questions except for clarification, and that only on new orders.
She must have no sexual restrictions. She should, if still fertile be ready to bear my children, and be impregnated again as soon as possible after giving birth. She knows she will not be the only woman in my life, and I will add additional women to the household as I see fit.I enjoy many activities both in and out of the bedroom, and expect my new property to present herself to me and obey me in all things.Contact me if you are ready to start your new life.All races and ages of submissive biological females may apply.
You must be prepared to move to Cincinnati Ohio on your own.
I'm staying in a hotel the next two weeks while I'm traveling overseas for work. I had 2 LONG days with 6-hrs sleep total, so after I masturbated late late last night, I crawled onto the bed naked and just crashed around 5am.
The room I'm staying in is a suite and you can't see the bed from the doorway. -- I over slept this morning by a LOT, I mean, it was after 2pm before I finally woke up to my cell ringing like crazy. I tossed on some boxers, went to the couch in the "front" room and started working again (after returning my missed calls). A few minutes later there was a light knock on the door and the housekeeper opened it. I told her I was fine, she kept asking was I sure, no towels or anything needs replacing. I kept saying 'no' and she finally left. At that point I was just freaking out b/c I'd slept too long so I wasn't worried about having my bed made.
After dinner tonight I decided I wanted to jerk off again before bed, but try as I may, I couldn't find the little hotel lotion I used the night/morning before, but I found the lid no problem. The lotion bottle is literally not here, trust me I've looked everywhere, even the trash. I have come to 2 conclusions. 1) There are gnomes that snuck into the room and stole the lotion 2) The housekeeper's first visit wasn't at 2:30 in the afternoon. Since gnomes don't carry master hotel keys, I'm leaning towards: the housekeeper stopped by, I didn't answer when she knocked/spoke, she came in and started to clean up. She saw that the lotion had been left on the table in front of the sofa, where I'd masturbated and later found the lid. Seeing the open lotion bottle, she picked it up, saw me naked on the bed in the next room and left. That scenario kind of explains why she kept asking if I was sure I didn't need anything replaced, which even in my newly awakened OMG state seemed strange.
However, if she did come in, like I now strongly suspect, I have to wonder how long she stayed before she left. As exhausted as I was I wouldn't have woken up unless she turned on a vacuum or something, even then, who knows since the alarm clock didn't wake me. -- The thing is, you can see into the bedroom once you step into the room only a few feet, it's a pretty open design and I left the door into the bedroom wide open. The room door is at the far corner of the room, everything in the room is to the left of the entrance way, so she'd had to have been blind not to have seen me in bed well before she got to the table by the sofa. I mean, you have to walk straight towards the bed to get to the table, unless you're staring at your feet you see into the bedroom. So, assuming she isn't blind, why continue to come into the room and begin the process of cleaning up? And more importantly, why didn't she replace the lotion bottle...she obviously knew I used the lotion?
I'd kinda like to repeat the scenario and watch what happens when I'm "asleep", but seeing as I don't know the normal time she makes her rounds, and seeing as I can't really afford to blow off another day waiting for her to show, I may have to live with the mystery. But, the idea of her coming in, and maybe staying a few extra moments so as to get a peak at a reasonably fit, young 30s American, naked in bed is kinda hot. If I can swing working from the hotel one day, maybe I'll stay in my boxers and let her clean up. Ideas of what to do from there? Do I "accidentally" let my cock fall out? Get an "unexpected" erection I can't seem to hide? Not say anything and start looking at porn? Check the time and decide I HAVE to shower so I can leave? I know sex and nudity isn't as taboo in Europe but it still feels like a touchy line to cross, especially since I'm here for so long...but being seen/caught/watched by a housekeeper is a definite fantasy of mine. It seems like I *may* have one that took the time for at least a modest look when given the chance to see me naked, but she also obviously didn't hang around that long or come back in once she left (or I assume she'd brought back more lotion), so it's far from a slam dunk....but...I would like to exploit the situation to see what happens if given another chance, and I have just under 2-weeks to make it happen.
Hey guys! So, this is my wife... well, my wives breasts! She is super shy never dresses not modestly, but she is a super freak in the bed, I'm trying to get her more open with herself she wants to, Very unsure about herself, Lemme know what you guys think! she will be reading comments.
I confess I hate egotistic, pretty, skinny girls. I'd take a modest chubby girl over a fit lass who thinks she's the dogs bollocks any day. Its the least attractive quality in a girl.
I confess that would like for people to see what my cute faithful church going wife hides under her long modest church dress. I want them to see there sweet Sunday school teachers church dress lifted .
My college roommate and I have an off-campus apartment. Its pretty nice and big, and we each get our own room. We are best friends and are open with each other. Not modest at all - we have (on occasion) watched porn jacking off in the same room together (lights off, no staring). When we go out to bars, we have a contest to see who can pick up the hottest girl. Winner takes her home, loser goes home alone, although the loser can choose to watch the winner fuck the shit out of the girl.
Anyway, he and I were out, and he won with a tiny girl with gigantic tits (not that thin, but I chose a taller woman who was flat as a board... we brought in a third party and he voted for the busty chick). We got back, and they headed straight to his room and got busy, leaving the door a bit ajar. I watched as they quickly undress and start playing with each other. She lays him down and sits on his stomach, facing his dick and starts sucking. Her back was to the door, so I couldnt really see much. After a few minutes, I hear heavy breathing coming from him - the fucker fell asleep! I quietly opened the door and crept in, and poked his head trying to wake him. Nope, he was dead asleep. I knew I had to salvage this fuck...
I went to his light dimmer, and slowly started to dim the lights. She was so busy sucking away, she didnt even see it was starting to get dark. It was just light enough to see the outline of her body. I got undressed, and awkwardly tried to climb over him. Luckily he was passed out, otherwise he would have opened his eyes and saw my asshole right above his face. I started feeling around the front for her tits, and slowly spun her off him, doing it in such a way she thought it was him. I pushed her towards the other end of the bed, and kicked him towards the edge. This girl was so in the moment she had no clue.
I found the condom he threw on the bed and put it on. She was already really wet, so I just proceeded to fuck her. God did those titties bounce. Fucked her in pretty much every position imaginable, before accidently cumming inside the condom. A bit disappointed I didnt get a glorious cumshot on her body.
After I finished, she started rubbing her pussy and quickly finished a few seconds later. I knew I couldnt get up, as she would see him passed out on the edge of the bed. So I cuddled with her for a few minutes and before I knew it she was out like a light. I go down to my roommate and pulled him up to her, tied the condom and threw it on the bed and left.
The next day, after she left, he went and said "I know I didnt fuck her..guess that was you." He didnt care, as they fucked when they woke up.
I was just in Walmart in some thin sweats and caught a few women's eyes check out my cock. I knew I was wearing very thin grey sweats and no boxers but I didn't think anything of it I just thought maybe it was moving a bit as I was walking..... i am overweight and it is a modest size I was just very confused because I never remember this happening even once in the past
See a mirror once I got home and it might as well have been exposed... the head was so clearly defined i am surprised nobody told me to cover up..... now I'm turned on about it and am thinking about hot it'd be if one of these women just stepped up in an aisle nobody else was in and started stoking it over my pants
Any women ever do this before?
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Looking for advice... A while back I told my wife that I like it when other guys check her out. She was fine with it and even has played into it here and there. When we're having sex she'll sometimes say stuff like "you wish somebody was watching us, don't you?" The other day she took it a bit further and said "what if one of your friends was watching us fuck?". I went with it and asked who and she named my best friend. We left it at that and it's been a few months. So last week we were at the pool and I invited this friend over to swim. Then that night during sex she said "you invited him because you wanted him to see me in a bikini didn't you?". Well, she wasn't wrong :) and I said yeah. So now last weekend I tell her he's coming over to pick me up to go hang. He came inside for about 30 minutes and she kept bending over with a loose shirt. I saw him looking down every chance. She was showing off pretty good. She's usually modest and always aware so I know it was on purpose but she never said anything about it. So I'm wondering where to go from here. He's made it obvious for a long time that he's into her, telling me how lucky I am, how great she looks, etc. I'm wondering if I should let him see a naked pic of her and get jealous. But also should I go further and tell her to tease him more. Or go all in and ask her if she wants to fuck him. I have this fantasy that I let them fuck all the time openly like its just a normal thing. Any random time he shows up and they just start fucking with me there or away. I'd love to come home at lunch and find him fucking her brains out.
Camille came to work with me one day, a few months after we’d met. It was ladder work, which is why she wanted to come. I work alone mostly. And she likes being up on the ladder. I built a business taking care of people’s homes. When people ask me what I do for work, that’s what I tell them, I take care of people’s homes, but the real answer is so much more. On this day with Cam we’d be scraping window trim. But the next day is car transportation to and from the airport. And the day after is finding and fixing a small leak, but most likely replacing the dishwasher, and then repairing the flooring from the damage. Oh, and then I have to pick up clothes from a customer and allocate them elsewhere, but not before rebuilding a screen door and making and installing shelves for a local coffee shop. But on this day we’ll be on ladders scraping window trim. Which is why Cam wanted to come.
Cam stepped out of the bedroom that morning into the hall as I was exiting the bathroom. “How does this look?” She asked me. Referring to the outfit she chose to wear to work that day, she showcased it with an impromptu hallway-width catwalk turn. Unbelievable, I told her. “It’s not too long?” She asked. Referring to her skirt. Seems just right to me. Oh, good! She replied excitedly with a short hop and tail wiggle as she proceeded back into the bedroom to finish ablutions.
Camille is a short girl at five foot even, and very petite. She’s young and pretty with striking blue eyes and shoulder length dirty-blonde hair. But what attracted me to her most was and still is her playfulness. Cam doesn’t tend to take things too seriously, which I’m working on myself. Where I would maybe think far too long about something that simply doesn’t matter, Cam just goes for it and calls me a silly goose. And she’s got this ability to surprise me every time. Less so now as we’ve been together for sometime. But still from time to time she gets me. Like every day really. And to my weaning dismay, tending toward total approval to the point of following suit, ninety percent of the time her playfulness is sexual in nature, or rooted in some sort of sexual connotation. Sexual, kinky, naughty, taboo, and sometimes just downright filthy, she’s one hundred percent comfortable with her body, expressing herself sexually, speaking her mind, and she doesn’t wince easily. She’s a free flowing form of one hundred percent woman. She’s nice, she’s thoughtful, caring, loving, and an overtly naughty sex crazed being. Who wouldn’t love that.
For example: Now this is an extreme case, but it gives insight into who she is. Now let it be known, neither of us have a desire to play in this way, but Cam always jokes around in an attempt to push the boundaries, my buttons, and get me to loosen up more and more. SO we’re walking down the road one day and (Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. Okay here goes.) So we’re walking down the road and I noticed some dried dog poop. I grabbed her and said, “Look out for the poop. Don’t step in it.” So she says to me, and I quote, “Dare me to lick it?” I’m like, Good Lord girl, no! “What’s the big deal? It’s just poop.” She told me. Question asked, question answered. - Now I need to tell you before I lose you here, this story is not about poop. I promise you. This is just an indicator into who she is. So Cam proceeds to get on her hands and knees, on the side of a fairly well trafficked road, and egg me on. And to boot, and I guess this is pertinent information, Cam doesn’t exactly believe in wearing underwear. I mean, she will if no other clothing is covering it. At which point she calls it outerwear. But if she’s wearing even the shortest of dresses or skirts, any other accompanying garments are out of the question. So there she is, this young, pretty, sexy thing, bent over on the side of a public road, her ass clearly visible to anyone who happens to pass by, daring me to dare her to lick dog poop. And if I say something such as referring to the fact that someone might see her. Her only reply ever is always in the vein of, let them see, somebody's gotta make the world a better place. It’s not that she wants people to see, or even goes out of her way to ensure that they do. But Cam is just being Cam, and what happens, happens. I aspire to her nature of play and carefreeness, especially when it comes to sex, or simply expressing myself. I’m getting there, and I’m becoming less reserved about it. That’s why I’m writing this. I told her I would.
Oh, good lord, she just came through the room, or pranced through is more like it. Panties on her head, and a bra around her crotch area. “Is this how you wear them, David?” She asked me. Um, no, but getting closer!
So we’re off to work. Now this is a real job with real work that needs to get done. Cam is a hard fucking worker too. Bright, intelligent, intuitive when it comes to getting shit done. What needs doing, where, when, how; all the things. This isn’t just play time. Or I should say, this isn’t solely play time. But as Cam says, most time is an opportunity for play time.
So we get to this house and Cam and I begin setting up for our day. Occasionally people are shuffling by. It’s a friendly town. We wave, they wave, we say hi, and so on. We get the ladders set up, the music going, and all we need is a tarp and some scrapers and we’re off. This is a mountain ski resort town in Colorado, so It’s a beautiful day. And increasingly so, the people in these towns, whether they be tourists or locals, dress more like they are on a beach in Southern California rather than at nine thousand feet. But the weather is conducive, so the attire is, shall we say, nice to look at because there’s less and less of it. Or as Cam points out to me, “she’s hot.” So despite what Cam is wearing, it really draws little to no attention specifically to her. Despite the fact that, “she’s hot too.” If you take notice, you take notice, but a short skirt is par for the course here. So up the ladder she goes.
No panties on, the view from below was, how shall I say this, enjoyable to say the least. And improved my typical workday by severfold. I’m being modest. It was fucking incredible. I’m a grateful guy in general, but this was like, “okay, I’m not sure how I conjured this into my life, but I’ll take it all day long!” She liked it, she knew it, she wanted it, but most of all, she enjoyed that I liked it. And liked it, I did. So much so in fact that I could hardly keep my hand off myself. In fact, the only time I did remove my hand was to take pictures and videos that we looked at together later. I’ll share one with you here.
Now I haven’t told you a story so far, rather, just something that happened. Setting up the scene so to speak. But what would a scene be without a story? I’ve told you about me. I’ve told you about my kinky little girlfriend. But what I haven’t told you might make your head explode. In the best way, of course. At least it made mine. But I’m vanilla, or so I think. I don’t know. You be the judge. But hang tight, it’s about to get good.
So we’d brought two ladders and set both of them up, but Cam insisted I be the ground person. Or that one of us only be on one ladder at a time. Because what I haven’t told you yet is that now it was my turn, and Cam made me wear very revealing shorts to work too. One of the ways we connected when we’d first met was our mutual dislike for wearing underwear. For me, when I was a teenager I stopped wearing briefs because I was chubby, and they were just uncomfortable. I tried boxers but still to this day I don’t know how people wear those things. They’re just so uncomfortable. So since I was fifteen years old - I’m forty-six now - I haven’t worn a pair of underwear one day. And Cam loved that. Easy access to the flopping penis, she tells me, is a wonderful thing for a girl like me.
So although rather uneventful in my estimation, Cam insisted that up the ladder you go, sir. Yes ma’am. So there I was, a dangling participle revealed for her viewing. And viewed, she did, with camera and all. That iPhone has an amazing zoom, she told me. Talk about uncomfortable. Cam would yell things below as people would pass by. “Throw down the hammer, David?!” Oh good lord. “”Hey, yur lookin’ good up there!” And, “David, do you need me to hold anything for you?” And, “Hey David, I think your balls are hanging out!” Some of her comments weren’t designed for cleverness, rather to provoke the passersby and embarrass me. It’s astounding what people don’t notice. I’m on a ladder with my giant old balls hanging from my tiny red shorts one block off of Main St. and no one notices even when she points them out. The irony being you know that if I were doing that and Cam wasn’t there…
I would throw comments up to her too in an attempt to out embarrass her. As if that were possible. I wasn’t quite as good at it though, and all I’d accomplish was to make her laugh. Which was awesome, but not what I was going for. “Hey lady, the moon is out!” Or, “I see you missed a spot!” I don’t even know what that one means. All Cam had to do was reference caulk all day. For me it was a bit more challenging. I either went from not making any sense at all to just embarrassing myself with all I was yelling up to her. “I see your butt!” And queue the disgusted look from the speed walker passing by. “Cam, I’m really not good at this, love!” She was literally crying from laughter at my stupid comments. And luckily she saved me by yelling out to the speed walker. Something to the effect of, “It’s okay, he’s a little retarded, but he’s got a nice penis!” Forgoing the caulk reference completely. The lady’s look turned from one of disdain to a crooked smirk very quickly. But then I got a good one in. “Hey Cam, I see a crack, do you want me to fill it in with my big white caulk?” Okay, when I say a good one, I mean a less retarded one. I know, we’re not supposed to use that word. But I don’t think mentally handicapped people meant, abolish the word completely. They themselves just don’t want to be called retarded. But me? I’ll take a little degradation. It’s fun for sex! And sex we did!
Cam’s skirt, per the way she liked it, would be pulled up high enough to where if you looked closely enough you could see her vagina. I know! Huh, funny. Cam and I are having a back and forth right now. When I type sometimes I speak it out loud. She loves that I’m writing this, but she’s correcting my sexual vernacular as I go. She wants me to call it a see-you-next-tuesday. No, she says. Arg! A cunt! It’s a cunt. Some people have vagina’s. Hers growls! Cam just growled at me. Lol. Anyway! The way she likes to wear her clothes is if someone’s going to notice, then let them. It’s such an interesting thing to witness though. Most people actually don’t. And the ones who do pretend they don’t. She’s not trying to cause anyone alarm or discomfort, and like I said, her attire actually blends in, but she is who she is and she enjoys pushing boundaries in herself. That’s what I love about her. Plus it doesn’t hurt that she’s stunning to look at for me. A very unassuming girl. And don’t get me wrong, it’s not as though she flaunts her vagi…cunt, but if that skirt flops just the right way as a set of eyes just happens upon a glance down there, you’re gonna pussy. She’s now telling me to call it her Baby-Boo. Oh, sorry. My Baby-Boo. Baby-Boo Cunt Muffin Sandwich. I don’t really know what that means but it all checks out to me! Now she’s trying to get in here to type. H afgd sh 78 39n87gdfs
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Good lord. She wants me to tell you what her cunt muffin looks like. Okay, I’m just gonna involve you on all the back and forth that’s going on here. Yes, I will tell them it’s young. Cam is twenty-three years old. We met a year ago. She moved in six months later. She does the dishes naked. She goes to the bathroom with the door open. She pees in the shower. She licks me everywhere. She calls her tits bumps because she says she doesn’t have any. They’re not boobs, they’re bumps. I personally love them. She’s now blushing. Wow, that’s a new one. And, yes, dear, her vagina is that of a seventeen year old hairless Mexican Chihuahua. I think those are two breeds mixed into one. She’s just being silly now. It looks like one of those pumped pussy’s. We watch a lot of porn together. Pumped pussy is actually quite hot. Hers looks like a hotdog bun. She’s telling me to tell you this. I personally think it’s more the length of a hotdog bun, and looks like a shaven pumped pussy. Cunt-Muffin, sorry. Anyway, It’s long and bald and quite puffy. And it jiggles when you smack it. But I’m not kidding, it’s really long. Like all the way from normal clit positioning to her asshole. She’s giggling now. Which brings me back to my point. If Cam bends over in public, game over. There it is. She’s telling me to call it her pussy.
Wait, so your vagina is your cunt and your asshole is your pussy?
Correct.
So what’s your mouth then?
You know what my mouth is!
Oh good lord. Okay, we won’t get into that. She wants me to tell you.
Tell them how you pee-pee in me.
Dear Reader, actually, you know what, this brings me right back to the story.
Yay, she says.
Okay, so.
We’re on the ladder. No, she’s on the ladder. She’s got me flustered now. Cam is on the ladder and she says she’s got to pee. Now I never know what to expect from this girl, but I know, it’s typically never what I thought. Because when I expect a torrent of piss to come flooding down from above, no. Instead what she does is pee into her empty coffee mug on the window ledge and hand it to me. Naturally I say, what now? Whatever you like, dear. What do I like, I wonder. I’m sure she’s wanting me to drink it. And honestly, it didn’t bother me all that much. But what I really wanted to do was shock her. Show her that all is not lost and I am learning to misbehave. So I dipped my cock head in and filled it to the brim. Took a sip and climbed it back to her. Okay, that was hot, she told me. But Cam being Cam, she finished it in several gulps, put the mug down and continued scraping. “You just drank piss,” I told her! To which she responded, It’s hot up here, and kept scraping. That was our first experience drinking from each other, it came out of nowhere, and it got me like nothing ever has before. I was instantly hooked. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen a woman do. It spoke to me sexually in a way nothing ever had before. It was almost addictive to the point of definitely wanting to explore it more rather than less. And we explored. We are exploring now as I type this. Now it seems all we do is drink each other's piss. Which I gotta tell you, it’s the last thing I thought I’d ever do, (to drink and be drunk from) but the thing I’m enjoying the most. It’s intoxicating in a way I cannot quite sum up in words. Cam says, try it! You’ll like it or you won’t. Cam says make sure you drink lots of water. I agree. Drink lots of water if you’re going to piss in your girlfriend’s mouth, and vice-versa. But we drink so much pee that it’s hardly even sexual anymore. Cam says, “turns me on!” I agree, it turns me on too. But it’s more utilitarian at this point. We spend a ton of time together. That’s not to say we don’t spend time apart, but we’ve learned to love and more so, accept each other as is, so it’s fun. We can just be who we are with each other. And who we are has turned out to be a pee drinking couple, among other things. And we drink a lot of pee. We literally just drink from each other all the time. I don’t use the toilet anymore. And neither does she. We either pee in each other, on each other, in glasses or on ourselves. To which Cam just made slurping noises with her tongue out. Oh Good Lord. Okay I’m getting turned on now.
We share a lot. We’re both artists, we enjoy similar things such as peeing in the shower. I’m joking, not joking. But I think my point is that we enjoy being apart just as much as we enjoy being together. Because we enjoy what we do separately too. So when we come together, it’s from full and enjoyable lives that we love. But pee, right. It’s utilitarian at this point, but no less hot. We just pee anywhere all the time. Sometimes even without provocation or foresite. We’ll just be walking along the road and there’s piss running down Cam’s leg. Or I will pee my shorts while sitting across from her drinking our morning coffee in the garden. But most often we’re drinking it. I’ve drank so much of this girl’s pee I hardly drink anything more. And even when I’m drinking other things, Cam pees in them for me, and I in hers. But I think our favorite is directly in our mouths. And there’s no asking anymore. I got over that months ago. I just pee. No asking, no wishy-washy, just simply pee.
Despite popular belief, when you drink water, pee tastes like water. We’re both healthy, active, relatively fit people. So nothing weird there, like no weird taste or disease or anything like that. It’s just pee! And I like pee. Cam likes it too. Even once, okay now bare with me. We pee’d each other’s clothes. As in, soaked them through. Now even though you might think this is getting weird, or, weird sailed long ago, it’s our thing and we enjoy it. But clothes soaked through, they then hung out to dry until we were ready to wear them out. I think you know where I’m going with this. Yes we wore pissed dry clothes in public. Cam just chuckled to herself. Yes, honey, I know. Cam likes the smell, but I don’t really think it does. Or if it does I guess I like it too. It’s just kind of nice in this crazy world to have a secret in plain site like that. We have friends, jobs, dreams, aspirations, family, all of it. But at the end of the day we enjoy the piss. Cam calls it piss more than me. I say pee. Dick wine. Bladder nectar. She’s giving me these names now. Urethra juice. She’s asking me to tell you what I use her mouth as. I’d argue but…it’s my urinal. Her mouth is my urinal. My colastami sack. My toilet bowl. Okay I’m done now.
So Cam is telling me to tell you other things but I think I’ll save that for another story. I have to admit, this was fun, and cathartic. She’s my catheter, she says. Okay, we’re gonna go now. Cam says please try drinking pee and that it’s good for you to try new things. She’s waving, bye. Okay, until next time. Pee you later! Bye!!! Bye!
It's like this...
Camille came to work with me one day, a few months after we’d met. It was ladder work, which is why she wanted to come. I work alone mostly. And she likes being up on the ladder. I built a business taking care of people’s homes. When people ask me what I do for work, that’s what I tell them, I take care of people’s homes, but the real answer is so much more. On this day with Cam we’d be scraping window trim. But the next day is car transportation to and from the airport. And the day after is finding and fixing a small leak, but most likely replacing the dishwasher, and then repairing the flooring from the damage. Oh, and then I have to pick up clothes from a customer and allocate them elsewhere, but not before rebuilding a screen door and making and installing shelves for a local coffee shop. But on this day we’ll be on ladders scraping window trim. Which is why Cam wanted to come.
Cam stepped out of the bedroom that morning into the hall as I was exiting the bathroom. “How does this look?” She asked me. Referring to the outfit she chose to wear to work that day, she showcased it with an impromptu hallway-width catwalk turn. Unbelievable, I told her. “It’s not too long?” She asked. Referring to her skirt. Seems just right to me. Oh, good! She replied excitedly with a short hop and tail wiggle as she proceeded back into the bedroom to finish ablutions.
Camille is a short girl at five foot even, and very petite. She’s young and pretty with striking blue eyes and shoulder length dirty-blonde hair. But what attracted me to her most was and still is her playfulness. Cam doesn’t tend to take things too seriously, which I’m working on myself. Where I would maybe think far too long about something that simply doesn’t matter, Cam just goes for it and calls me a silly goose. And she’s got this ability to surprise me every time. Less so now as we’ve been together for sometime. But still from time to time she gets me. Like every day really. And to my weaning dismay, tending toward total approval to the point of following suit, ninety percent of the time her playfulness is sexual in nature, or rooted in some sort of sexual connotation. Sexual, kinky, naughty, taboo, and sometimes just downright filthy, she’s one hundred percent comfortable with her body, expressing herself sexually, speaking her mind, and she doesn’t wince easily. She’s a free flowing form of one hundred percent woman. She’s nice, she’s thoughtful, caring, loving, and an overtly naughty sex crazed being. Who wouldn’t love that.
For example: Now this is an extreme case, but it gives insight into who she is. Now let it be known, neither of us have a desire to play in this way, but Cam always jokes around in an attempt to push the boundaries, my buttons, and get me to loosen up more and more. SO we’re walking down the road one day and (Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. Okay here goes.) So we’re walking down the road and I noticed some dried dog poop. I grabbed her and said, “Look out for the poop. Don’t step in it.” So she says to me, and I quote, “Dare me to lick it?” I’m like, Good Lord girl, no! “What’s the big deal? It’s just poop.” She told me. Question asked, question answered. - Now I need to tell you before I lose you here, this story is not about poop. I promise you. This is just an indicator into who she is. So Cam proceeds to get on her hands and knees, on the side of a fairly well trafficked road, and egg me on. And to boot, and I guess this is pertinent information, Cam doesn’t exactly believe in wearing underwear. I mean, she will if no other clothing is covering it. At which point she calls it outerwear. But if she’s wearing even the shortest of dresses or skirts, any other accompanying garments are out of the question. So there she is, this young, pretty, sexy thing, bent over on the side of a public road, her ass clearly visible to anyone who happens to pass by, daring me to dare her to lick dog poop. And if I say something such as referring to the fact that someone might see her. Her only reply ever is always in the vein of, let them see, somebody's gotta make the world a better place. It’s not that she wants people to see, or even goes out of her way to ensure that they do. But Cam is just being Cam, and what happens, happens. I aspire to her nature of play and carefreeness, especially when it comes to sex, or simply expressing myself. I’m getting there, and I’m becoming less reserved about it. That’s why I’m writing this. I told her I would.
Oh, good lord, she just came through the room, or pranced through is more like it. Panties on her head, and a bra around her crotch area. “Is this how you wear them, David?” She asked me. Um, no, but getting closer!
So we’re off to work. Now this is a real job with real work that needs to get done. Cam is a hard fucking worker too. Bright, intelligent, intuitive when it comes to getting shit done. What needs doing, where, when, how; all the things. This isn’t just play time. Or I should say, this isn’t solely play time. But as Cam says, most time is an opportunity for play time.
So we get to this house and Cam and I begin setting up for our day. Occasionally people are shuffling by. It’s a friendly town. We wave, they wave, we say hi, and so on. We get the ladders set up, the music going, and all we need is a tarp and some scrapers and we’re off. This is a mountain ski resort town in Colorado, so It’s a beautiful day. And increasingly so, the people in these towns, whether they be tourists or locals, dress more like they are on a beach in Southern California rather than at nine thousand feet. But the weather is conducive, so the attire is, shall we say, nice to look at because there’s less and less of it. Or as Cam points out to me, “she’s hot.” So despite what Cam is wearing, it really draws little to no attention specifically to her. Despite the fact that, “she’s hot too.” If you take notice, you take notice, but a short skirt is par for the course here. So up the ladder she goes.
No panties on, the view from below was, how shall I say this, enjoyable to say the least. And improved my typical workday by severfold. I’m being modest. It was fucking incredible. I’m a grateful guy in general, but this was like, “okay, I’m not sure how I conjured this into my life, but I’ll take it all day long!” She liked it, she knew it, she wanted it, but most of all, she enjoyed that I liked it. And liked it, I did. So much so in fact that I could hardly keep my hand off myself. In fact, the only time I did remove my hand was to take pictures and videos that we looked at together later. I’ll share one with you here.
Now I haven’t told you a story so far, rather, just something that happened. Setting up the scene so to speak. But what would a scene be without a story? I’ve told you about me. I’ve told you about my kinky little girlfriend. But what I haven’t told you might make your head explode. In the best way, of course. At least it made mine. But I’m vanilla, or so I think. I don’t know. You be the judge. But hang tight, it’s about to get good.
So we’d brought two ladders and set both of them up, but Cam insisted I be the ground person. Or that one of us only be on one ladder at a time. Because what I haven’t told you yet is that now it was my turn, and Cam made me wear very revealing shorts to work too. One of the ways we connected when we’d first met was our mutual dislike for wearing underwear. For me, when I was a teenager I stopped wearing briefs because I was chubby, and they were just uncomfortable. I tried boxers but still to this day I don’t know how people wear those things. They’re just so uncomfortable. So since I was fifteen years old - I’m forty-six now - I haven’t worn a pair of underwear one day. And Cam loved that. Easy access to the flopping penis, she tells me, is a wonderful thing for a girl like me.
So although rather uneventful in my estimation, Cam insisted that up the ladder you go, sir. Yes ma’am. So there I was, a dangling participle revealed for her viewing. And viewed, she did, with camera and all. That iPhone has an amazing zoom, she told me. Talk about uncomfortable. Cam would yell things below as people would pass by. “Throw down the hammer, David?!” Oh good lord. “”Hey, yur lookin’ good up there!” And, “David, do you need me to hold anything for you?” And, “Hey David, I think your balls are hanging out!” Some of her comments weren’t designed for cleverness, rather to provoke the passersby and embarrass me. It’s astounding what people don’t notice. I’m on a ladder with my giant old balls hanging from my tiny red shorts one block off of Main St. and no one notices even when she points them out. The irony being you know that if I were doing that and Cam wasn’t there…
I would throw comments up to her too in an attempt to out embarrass her. As if that were possible. I wasn’t quite as good at it though, and all I’d accomplish was to make her laugh. Which was awesome, but not what I was going for. “Hey lady, the moon is out!” Or, “I see you missed a spot!” I don’t even know what that one means. All Cam had to do was reference caulk all day. For me it was a bit more challenging. I either went from not making any sense at all to just embarrassing myself with all I was yelling up to her. “I see your butt!” And queue the disgusted look from the speed walker passing by. “Cam, I’m really not good at this, love!” She was literally crying from laughter at my stupid comments. And luckily she saved me by yelling out to the speed walker. Something to the effect of, “It’s okay, he’s a little retarded, but he’s got a nice penis!” Forgoing the caulk reference completely. The lady’s look turned from one of disdain to a crooked smirk very quickly. But then I got a good one in. “Hey Cam, I see a crack, do you want me to fill it in with my big white caulk?” Okay, when I say a good one, I mean a less retarded one. I know, we’re not supposed to use that word. But I don’t think mentally handicapped people meant, abolish the word completely. They themselves just don’t want to be called retarded. But me? I’ll take a little degradation. It’s fun for sex! And sex we did!
Cam’s skirt, per the way she liked it, would be pulled up high enough to where if you looked closely enough you could see her vagina. I know! Huh, funny. Cam and I are having a back and forth right now. When I type sometimes I speak it out loud. She loves that I’m writing this, but she’s correcting my sexual vernacular as I go. She wants me to call it a see-you-next-tuesday. No, she says. Arg! A cunt! It’s a cunt. Some people have vagina’s. Hers growls! Cam just growled at me. Lol. Anyway! The way she likes to wear her clothes is if someone’s going to notice, then let them. It’s such an interesting thing to witness though. Most people actually don’t. And the ones who do pretend they don’t. She’s not trying to cause anyone alarm or discomfort, and like I said, her attire actually blends in, but she is who she is and she enjoys pushing boundaries in herself. That’s what I love about her. Plus it doesn’t hurt that she’s stunning to look at for me. A very unassuming girl. And don’t get me wrong, it’s not as though she flaunts her vagi…cunt, but if that skirt flops just the right way as a set of eyes just happens upon a glance down there, you’re gonna pussy. She’s now telling me to call it her Baby-Boo. Oh, sorry. My Baby-Boo. Baby-Boo Cunt Muffin Sandwich. I don’t really know what that means but it all checks out to me! Now she’s trying to get in here to type. H afgd sh 78 39n87gdfs
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Good lord. She wants me to tell you what her cunt muffin looks like. Okay, I’m just gonna involve you on all the back and forth that’s going on here. Yes, I will tell them it’s young. Cam is twenty-three years old. We met a year ago. She moved in six months later. She does the dishes naked. She goes to the bathroom with the door open. She pees in the shower. She licks me everywhere. She calls her tits bumps because she says she doesn’t have any. They’re not boobs, they’re bumps. I personally love them. She’s now blushing. Wow, that’s a new one. And, yes, dear, her vagina is that of a seventeen year old hairless Mexican Chihuahua. I think those are two breeds mixed into one. She’s just being silly now. It looks like one of those pumped pussy’s. We watch a lot of porn together. Pumped pussy is actually quite hot. Hers looks like a hotdog bun. She’s telling me to tell you this. I personally think it’s more the length of a hotdog bun, and looks like a shaven pumped pussy. Cunt-Muffin, sorry. Anyway, It’s long and bald and quite puffy. And it jiggles when you smack it. But I’m not kidding, it’s really long. Like all the way from normal clit positioning to her asshole. She’s giggling now. Which brings me back to my point. If Cam bends over in public, game over. There it is. She’s telling me to call it her pussy.
Wait, so your vagina is your cunt and your asshole is your pussy?
Correct.
So what’s your mouth then?
You know what my mouth is!
Oh good lord. Okay, we won’t get into that. She wants me to tell you.
Tell them how you pee-pee in me.
Dear Reader, actually, you know what, this brings me right back to the story.
Yay, she says.
Okay, so.
We’re on the ladder. No, she’s on the ladder. She’s got me flustered now. Cam is on the ladder and she says she’s got to pee. Now I never know what to expect from this girl, but I know, it’s typically never what I thought. Because when I expect a torrent of piss to come flooding down from above, no. Instead what she does is pee into her empty coffee mug on the window ledge and hand it to me. Naturally I say, what now? Whatever you like, dear. What do I like, I wonder. I’m sure she’s wanting me to drink it. And honestly, it didn’t bother me all that much. But what I really wanted to do was shock her. Show her that all is not lost and I am learning to misbehave. So I dipped my cock head in and filled it to the brim. Took a sip and climbed it back to her. Okay, that was hot, she told me. But Cam being Cam, she finished it in several gulps, put the mug down and continued scraping. “You just drank piss,” I told her! To which she responded, It’s hot up here, and kept scraping. That was our first experience drinking from each other, it came out of nowhere, and it got me like nothing ever has before. I was instantly hooked. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen a woman do. It spoke to me sexually in a way nothing ever had before. It was almost addictive to the point of definitely wanting to explore it more rather than less. And we explored. We are exploring now as I type this. Now it seems all we do is drink each other's piss. Which I gotta tell you, it’s the last thing I thought I’d ever do, (to drink and be drunk from) but the thing I’m enjoying the most. It’s intoxicating in a way I cannot quite sum up in words. Cam says, try it! You’ll like it or you won’t. Cam says make sure you drink lots of water. I agree. Drink lots of water if you’re going to piss in your girlfriend’s mouth, and vice-versa. But we drink so much pee that it’s hardly even sexual anymore. Cam says, “turns me on!” I agree, it turns me on too. But it’s more utilitarian at this point. We spend a ton of time together. That’s not to say we don’t spend time apart, but we’ve learned to love and more so, accept each other as is, so it’s fun. We can just be who we are with each other. And who we are has turned out to be a pee drinking couple, among other things. And we drink a lot of pee. We literally just drink from each other all the time. I don’t use the toilet anymore. And neither does she. We either pee in each other, on each other, in glasses or on ourselves. To which Cam just made slurping noises with her tongue out. Oh Good Lord. Okay I’m getting turned on now.
We share a lot. We’re both artists, we enjoy similar things such as peeing in the shower. I’m joking, not joking. But I think my point is that we enjoy being apart just as much as we enjoy being together. Because we enjoy what we do separately too. So when we come together, it’s from full and enjoyable lives that we love. But pee, right. It’s utilitarian at this point, but no less hot. We just pee anywhere all the time. Sometimes even without provocation or foresite. We’ll just be walking along the road and there’s piss running down Cam’s leg. Or I will pee my shorts while sitting across from her drinking our morning coffee in the garden. But most often we’re drinking it. I’ve drank so much of this girl’s pee I hardly drink anything more. And even when I’m drinking other things, Cam pees in them for me, and I in hers. But I think our favorite is directly in our mouths. And there’s no asking anymore. I got over that months ago. I just pee. No asking, no wishy-washy, just simply pee.
Despite popular belief, when you drink water, pee tastes like water. We’re both healthy, active, relatively fit people. So nothing weird there, like no weird taste or disease or anything like that. It’s just pee! And I like pee. Cam likes it too. Even once, okay now bare with me. We pee’d each other’s clothes. As in, soaked them through. Now even though you might think this is getting weird, or, weird sailed long ago, it’s our thing and we enjoy it. But clothes soaked through, they then hung out to dry until we were ready to wear them out. I think you know where I’m going with this. Yes we wore pissed dry clothes in public. Cam just chuckled to herself. Yes, honey, I know. Cam likes the smell, but I don’t really think it does. Or if it does I guess I like it too. It’s just kind of nice in this crazy world to have a secret in plain site like that. We have friends, jobs, dreams, aspirations, family, all of it. But at the end of the day we enjoy the piss. Cam calls it piss more than me. I say pee. Dick wine. Bladder nectar. She’s giving me these names now. Urethra juice. She’s asking me to tell you what I use her mouth as. I’d argue but…it’s my urinal. Her mouth is my urinal. My colastami sack. My toilet bowl. Okay I’m done now.
So Cam is telling me to tell you other things but I think I’ll save that for another story. I have to admit, this was fun, and cathartic. She’s my catheter, she says. Okay, we’re gonna go now. Cam says please try drinking pee and that it’s good for you to try new things. She’s waving, bye. Okay, until next time. Pee you later! Bye!!! Bye!
It's like this...
Fuck You,I am an average American. I drive an 18 wheeler for a living, I earn between 55K and 60K a year. I own a 2300 sq ft home with 3 large bedrooms and 2 and a half baths, that sits on 5 acres. I own 2 horses,4 dogs and a cat. I own 3 cars, 5 if you count the 2 my kids drive. Of my 3 kids one is in College, one is planning which College to go to, and one has a PhD. I have the freedom and liberty to purchase a firearm anytime I please. My modest by American Standards Home has central air conditioning, and is two stories. So as you sorry-ass Europeans look around at the shoebox you live in, get on a bus to go to work, or worse yet get in some POS you call a car and go off to work so you can live in a dump with virtually no yard let alone room for horses, just remember I am an AVERAGE AMERICAN so FUCK YOU.
My wife and I have been together since we were very young. She's always been modest, but really loves being submissive, and doing anything I tell her. A few years ago I started getting into this fetish of double teaming her with another guy and stuff of that nature. So anyway, long story short, we decided the first time we would do it was when we went to ireland so we wouldn't have to worry about running into the guy again and me feeling any weirdness or her either. She rarely drinks. So we decided we would go to a bar and I would point out a guy, and she would walk up to them and ask them, if she could suck his dick. So I kept my eyes out for a guy, but either they were too old. Not decent looking. Anyway, after looking for a couple hours, I saw a guy that I wouldn't mind to see her suck his Dick. She Knew immediately he was going to be the guy I was gonna make her approach. Any way they were at the bar and we were on a couch.Near the front of the bar. I kept asking her if she was ready. It's she I kept saying just a little more of my drink. Finally, I said, are you ready?And she smiled and said yeah. She was fucked up! She went right up to him, talked real quietly to him. They head go to the door and she motions, for me to come. I guess that made him nervous. So he asked if his friend could come and be a lookout. She took him right outside. Went down the street to get behind the bar. And drops straight to her knees, she pulled his Dick out and I swear to you, the guy did not last 2 minutes. I was like damnI didn't even get to enjoy this. She looked at me and she was like, well.all that planning for this huh the friend that was standing there with me, had been giving his buddy hell for nutting so fast. he was like hell.I've got at least five minutes in me. I looked at her and said, well? And she was like, might as well... walked over dropped to her knees, unzipped his pants and with the town, this guy was fucking huge! He didn't make it but for about 4 minutes. I don't know maybe 5.But he absolutely abused her fucking mouth and throat and nutted all over her face. It was so fucking hot! When we got back home and started having drunk sexShe was so excited and had really enjoyed the experience. Watching another man fuck Your wife's mouth is tough, but got damn.It's hot. We've had some other fun experiences since then.But that first one was something else. Here's a video of her. you can see in the video, how she's still very shy. Especially when sober. We found that we more enjoy finding couples now and swapping off watching each other.
Here's the url. I'm having trouble embedding the video. I'll try in comments after posting.
I gotta confess! I got terribly addicted to the idea of getting my mother brutally gangbanged by a bunch of big black cocks. She is a modest woman without any such track records. However, no matter how embarrassing it is for me as her son, I just can't stop watching such porn. I want to see her getting used like a fuck doll and a cumdupster.
How many of you have such fantasies? Are there any practical ways of getting over such fantasies?
So, something crazy happened to me not so long ago, about a year ago.
I'll cut to it, my name is Ryan and my dad has been fucking my girlfriend and soon to be wife. Let me explain.
About five years ago I met my girlfriend, we will call her Kate. She is a sweet little redhead who is fairly shy.
Kate and I met in a hobby shop, we quickly hit it off and about a year after meeting we began dating. The sex was pretty great, though awkward. I am 6' and she is a tiny 5'1. My dick is fairly average, if not a bit below, but she seemed to enjoy it well enough.
We had been dating for about 2 years before we started living together. It had been great aside from financial troubles, she worked part time and I worked full time making decent money.
Unfortunately I ended up getting laid off last summer, and despite looking for work anywhere, we ended up evicted from our apartment.
Distraught, i had a last resort; move back in with my dad.
Now, something to note about my dad is, we never got along well. I was happy to be out of his house once Kate and myself moved in together. He is strict and has about a million rules, though he paid off the house on his own once mom left, so I have little choice but to respect it.
Another thing to note is, dad has always had a thing for redheads,this didn't cross my mind at the time, but when talking to him over lunch, obviously I brought my Katie.
His demeanor changed the moment he looked at her. The first thing he said during lunch was 'Does she always wear those glasses?"
I nodded. The lunch went as normal, I didn't really notice anything off. Eventually he agreed we can crash at his place if I helped around the house and paid a modest sum monthly, nothing I couldn't handle.
Some weeks had gone by and I noticed Kate was starting to wear makeup as well as different clothes around the house, sometimes wandering around in her underwear, which was out of character for her, as she us a meek sort of girl who likes to read books in a dark room.
I'll cut to the chase here.
She had been buying new outfits, even getting her car repaired from a small fender bender the other year. I had gotten curious and asked her where her money was coming from, as the agreement also included her paying my dad for her stay.
She was sheepish, but after a few days of prying she broke down. "I'm pregnant " she exclaimed. I was confused, we had used protection every time we had sex, though the amount we were having was becoming limited.
I asked if a condom broke, she looked away. "No..." confused I ask more questions before she goes silent. We go to bed though I dont sleep.
That morning it was my turn to make breakfast. I was trying bacon with my dad at the table, thinking of how I will tell him the news, when my girlfriend comes in. I glanced at her and greeted her, focused on cooking.
I hear my dad ask her "Does he know?" She responds with "Nope."
I smile and turn around to ask what they're talking about. My jaw dropped when I saw my redheaded girlfriend pantsless on my dad's lap. "Looks like I'm having your brother, Ryan. " she says shyly.
"That's right girlie " my dad says, giving her a big kiss on the cheek. "You want some now?" He asks her.
She touches herself, quietly saying "Yeah..." before he undoes his Jean's. I watch in horror as he slides his old cock into her freckled pussy.
"Keep cooking son, I think my girl here us gonna work up my appetite. " he says proudly. I keep cooking as they have sex behind me. I hear dad grunt loudly as he cums inside her. "Just like your mother!" He yells.
I sit with Kate as we eat breakfast, though I can't quite stomach tood right now, we go and watch a movie to get my mind off things some hours later.
We discuss what happened. "Your dad and I came to an agreement... I dont need to pay rent if i keep him satisfied. "
I ask why she didn't run it by me first. She counters my question with another question; "Well, are you?"
I think for a moment, my dick hasn't been so hard than in that moment. "... I am" I respond.
Some time later into the movie my dad walks in, and without hesitation undoes his pants. He begins fucking my Kate next to me. "I guess I'll be you new step-mom from here on out." She says as he groans, relieving himself inside her.
I confess that I love sharing pics of my wife and hearing what others would do to her. She’s 43, a little thick and even though she’s modest she loves me posting pics of her and hearing what others would do! Enjoy!
I’d like to start off by saying that this is my first attempt at writing so please bear with me.
There was nothing out of the norm about my family or childhood. My dad worked hard at the company he started and would be out of town quite often. His office was that our house and my mom did the secretarial work. This allowed her to be home with my brother, sister, and myself. As we got older she would only be home for one or two days when he was out of town and then she would go to wherever he was. And a lot of ways we were your typical upper middle class family from the Midwest.
There were some differences, though. The type of differences that go unnoticed. My mom wasn’t modest at all. There was nothing uncommon about seeing her in various states of dress. Or even completely nude. It was never anything sexual and being short and overweight, she isn’t what most would consider a milf. So seen her nude, even as a teenager, never led to hidden desires or fantasies. Then, in an instant, all of that changed.
Dad had been called out on a job the day prior. As usual, mom would stay home for a day or two so she could do the banking and such. Those are the night’s that she would either clean everything in the house or just lay in bed reading until the sun came up. Had this been any other night none of this would have occurred. There were three rooms upstairs. My bedroom, my bathroom, and a bonus room where my friends and I would hang out. This meant neither of my parents came upstairs. Ever. Needless to say, I was shocked and confused when the light in the stairway turned on. The door was open but the room was dark and I couldn’t be seen. As mom topped the stairs I noticed she was wearing a hot pink satin chemise that ended about 4 inches below her huge round ass. Something I’ve never seen her wear nor did I know she even owned it. Even though I had seen her in less, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I never got out of the recliner after watching a movie, so mom would have never expected me to be in the bonus room. Especially since my bedroom door was closed. Where I was sitting was completely dark but provided me with an unobstructed view of the entire well lighted hall and bathroom.
With a rapidly growing cock, I watched as she entered the bathroom and started cleaning. The way her huge tits swayed inside the smooth silky material was unlike anything I had ever seen. Her large nipples sticking out like the erasers. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Even more, I couldn’t believe the thoughts and the reaction my body was having. There I was, sitting in the dark, softly squeezing and rubbing my cock, trying to not make any movements or sound, having my first voyeur experience. Unbeknownst to my own mother. Pulling the shower curtain back and reaching to take down the shower head, she stretched as far as she could, rising on the tips of her toes. Providing me with the most amazing view of under bun. When I thought my cock couldn’t get any harder, my body proved me wrong. With the showerhead in hand I watched as she bent over to remove everything from the tub and turned the water on. For the first time in my life I was looking at my own mother’s pussy. Most people would say that they would be grossed out. I used to be one of the people. But after seeing her plump and smooth pussy peeking between her thick thighs, I knew all of my fantasies were about to change. I continued watching her and to shoot finish cleaning the entire bathroom. Part of me was so disappointed as she started walking down the steps. Another’s part of me was relieved because it meant I could finally give my cock some relief. As soon as the hall light was off my shorts were down and my cock was in my hand. I don’t know if I have ever had so much pre-cum even to this day. I also think I set a personal record that night for fastest orgasm.
To avoid acting awkward, I left the house shortly after waking up and getting dressed. Mom called like she normally did as she was leaving town. I almost laughed out loud when she said that she wished she would have been able to see more of me before she left. I apologized and blamed it on having to help a friend move. Before she would let me get off of the phone, she made me promise that we would hang out when she got back. She had no idea how much I meant it when I said that I can’t wait to see her again. I headed home me only after hanging up the phone. My cock throbbing the entire drive there. The moment the store was shut behind me I began stripping off my clothes. Walking down the hall to my parents’ room, I knew what I was about to do was wrong. I had never snooped through my parents belongings. But I had to find that chemise. I had to find out if she had any other sexy items. It didn’t take long to find her drawer of bras and learn that those huge tits I had just became a fan of were 44DDDs. There were some sexy bras I had never seen buried in the back. But something told me that there was more than a couple bras and a chemise. I have always enjoyed seeing a woman in a pair of panties. So it goes without saying that my cock twitched the moment I opened her panty drawer. In the front were the typical mom panties I had seen her in countless of times. Pulling the drawer out further I began seeing bright colors and silky material. I knew I’d found just what I was looking for. Once again, I received another surprise.
Taking a mental picture of the everything’s location, I began to gently remove everything. After removing the first couple pair of sexy underwear is when I noticed a medium sized envelope. Leaving it in its place I continued removing her panties. When I picked up the last three pair is when I first chain laid my eyes on a dildo. It looked to be about 8 inches long, flesh colored, and covered in thick veins. Placing it on her bed beside all of her panties I removed the envelope in laid in the center of my parents’ bed. Completely naked with a hard cock I was surrounded by all of my mom’s silky and lacy under garments. Gripping the fleshy feeling fake cock, I’d twisted the bottom making it start to vibrate. Putting it to my nose I inhaled deeply to try and get my mother’s scent. I have no idea what came over me but it went directly from my nose into my mouth. I had never had any gay or bisexual thoughts. All I knew it is if I had to put a cock in my mouth in older to taste my mom, then I would have let 20 hung studs fuck my face until I had a sore throat and was covered in cum. Fucking my mouth with my mother’s dildo with one hand I opened the envelope with the other. Gently dumping the contents on the bed I couldn’t believe what I saw. At least two dozen pictures of my mom fell out of the envelope in front of me. Immediately dropping her fuck toy out of my mouth, I carefully studied every picture. Putting them all back in the in the exact order that they were, I ran to the computer room and scanned all of them. Making sure I sent them to two separate e-mail accounts and cleared the history I ran back to the room to put everything back. Knowing she wouldn’t be home for couple of days I decided to take her toy cock and a few of her sexiest panties back to my room.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel guilty the moment I shot the biggest load of my life into the crotch of her slutty lace cheeky panties as I had the thick cock as deep in my throat as I could. But that feeling quickly went away when I realized that my cock was still hard 15 minutes later. After releasing a few more loads of hot cum I decided to finish looking in the rest of her drawers. I didn’t find anything out of the ordinary and was about to return to my room to spend the rest of the night looking at pictures of my mom stuffing dad’s cock in her mouth and pussy. Deciding to take a quick look in her closet I soon found her stash of magazines containing erotic stories. These weren’t your regular penthouse letters. Every one of them were incest themed. To be continued…
I fucked a broad one time who was 98. Well, technically , she was still just 97 when I met her hiding under the sheet in that weird black station wagon. She seemed sad so I just took her home with me. I threw her a 98th birthday party and made it as special and festive as I could. It was romantic, too, just the two of us. She sat through it like a trooper and even seemed to be smiling a little. She just sat there for hours as I told her erotic stories and dirty jokes all evening. Surprisingly, she never did get wet or even warm up to me, but she didn't say a word or object in any way when I fucked her cunt and bony little ass, so it all worked out fine.
Long story short, our sexually charged relationship deteriorated within just a few days, largely due to her hygiene. I simply could not get her to bathe, do her hair or anything like that. Plus, even for an old broad, she was very fucking lazy. Never got out of bed once during our entire affair. I normally draw the line at extreme laziness and a bland personality. But the kicker for me was when her left leg came off during a particularly erotic anal sex act, which I'll keep private out of respect for my dear Mrs. Goldstein.
I'll tell you what, few things hurt a dude's ego more than breaking up with a chick and having her show no expression or emotion whatsoever. It's like I never mattered to her at all. Bitch. After that, I just gave her bus fare and dropped her off on the bench at the corner. My life is complicated enough without some emotionally stunted, 3 limbed, stinky, lazy whore who is utterly incapable of even modest conversation. Fuck her! She's all yours, guys!
Fuck You,I am an average American. I drive an 18 wheeler for a living, I earn between 55K and 60K a year. I own a 2300 sq ft home with 3 large bedrooms and 2 and a half baths, that sits on 5 acres. I own 2 horses,4 dogs and a cat. I own 3 cars, 5 if you count the 2 my kids drive. Of my 3 kids one is in College, one is planning which College to go to, and one has a PhD. I have the freedom and liberty to purchase a firearm anytime I please. My modest by American Standards Home has central air conditioning, and is two stories. So as you sorry-ass Europeans look around at the shoebox you live in, get on a bus to go to work, or worse yet get in some POS you call a car and go off to work so you can live in a dump with virtually no yard let alone room for horses, just remember I am an AVERAGE AMERICAN so FUCK YOU.
Earlier today I was at a friend's house, and I have a major crush on his wife. She's a beautiful 😍 modest woman with a great personality. Anyway, when I went to the bathroom I saw one of her bras in the basket. It was a dark tan colour, complementing her skin. I shoved it into my pocket and went into the bathroom. While there I pulled out my dick and rubbed it all over the inside of the cups! I got real hard thinking that my dick was touching the place where her breasts and nipples were. Then I put my nuts in the left breast cup in my pants, and sandwiched my dick with the right one, masturbating with it. It had pads and felt so good knowing that I was using her intimate clothing in this most erotic way. She would never have approved! I didn't blow my load because it would have taken too long.What should I have done?
My wife is a member of the PTA, she's always helping out in our community and is involved with our church. She dressed very modestly, she never shows skin when she's out helping in the community or at fundraising events. But when we go on our yearly week away without our children, she just loves showing off her body. She has clothes and bikinis that never see the light of day until she's away. I've tried to have her dress this way at home but there's no way she would. She's a real, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
This is her on vacation, what do you think?
I’ve got a hot cousin and I didn’t know it till our grandma died.
My family wasn't close with the other relatives. They lived 12 hours away, across a lot of states. Snow dumped on us every year, much like how my mom’s siblings used to dump on her as kids, and they were basking in the sun complaining of freezing fingers when it’s sweatshirt weather, you know? We visited my grandparents' at Christmas every year and if the schedules coincided, I’d see a few relatives. I don’t know most of their names. I’ve got 30 cousins including wives and second cousins (that’s the kid of a cousin, right?).
So after my grandma was done fighting cancer, we had a funeral. It was really sad and I don’t mean to cheapen the sentiment with literotica, but this was the first time I saw many of my cousins and learned a lot of names that I’ve forgotten since. But not Arya’s.
Arya is not her real name. I’m a Game of Thrones fan and GoT has a bit of incest and Arya’s my favorite character and so why not call my hot cousin Arya? It’s kind of close to her actual name. I’ll be changing everyone’s names to whatever, but Arya gets a special explanation for hers. She deserves it.
I drove the 3 hours from college to my parent’s then another 5 to my grandparents’ town. I was a mess. It hadn’t hit emotionally, but I was low energy in the midst of studying for finals next week and this was the first funeral I’d been to since I was 8 and went in my spiderman pajamas. Basically I didn’t have funeral clothes.
When we showed up, I was in a dark shirt and jeans, looking somber, till a relative I didn’t know, this fat bustling aunt in a floral print shirt, came up to hug my mom then my dad then me. She knew me! “Oh, James,” she said as she smothered me. “You’re so big now.” She was warm and friendly so I put on a big smile as I said, “Hi…”
Luckily my mom saved me and said, “I’m going to talk to your Aunt Sarah. Will you go put our coats down?”
My relatives are country folk living in the South. They’ve all got that accent. I’m more of a city guy. And I felt a little uncomfortable, maybe superior in my arrogance, around these bumpkins. And I’m generally shy.
So I sat in the fold out metal chairs with my parents’ coats and just kind of looked around, uncomfortable, and checked my phone. My college girlfriend had recently decided we were better friends than anything else. Which was fine and all, but well, I didn’t want to text her about this. It’d probably guilt her into some comfort sexting, but I wasn’t feeling so bold at the time. Now years later, well, different story. I think I just opened Angry Birds and played a few games while sitting in front of the closed casket. It was adorned with a wreath and there was a corkboard of photos of her at all ages, though most were her as Grandma. And a group of people I didn’t recognize examined the photos, blocking my view. They were dressed appropriately in dark suits or dresses.
The group came over and asked who I was and asked if I was so-and-so’s kid and I was and I asked who they were and who their parents were and all that. It was three girls and two guys. One of the girls and both guys were my cousins, and you could see the family resemblance, round-face, curly hair, pudgy, and the other girls were their dates. I didn’t know anyone brought dates to a wake. But I felt okay again having checked out the ladies’ asses, though one had been my cousin’s.
We talked for a little bit about the last time I saw them. A Christmas when we were kids, though one swore it was Thanksgiving but I told him, “No, no, we always have Thanksgiving at home.”
That kind of turned them off.
We were the family that never visited. All of them lived near my grandparents, and when my grandma got sick, all pitched in. All my family did was offer to pay bills till it got to the end then Mom came for a visit.
Anyway, they walked away to talk to other cousins.
I was in my early 20s and so were those cousins, but we had older ones. And this man in his 30s with curly hair and a little extra fat especially on his cheeks entered with this stunning blonde, I assumed he was my cousin.
Oh no.
They came up the corkboard, attached one of their photos, and I introduced myself and asked him who he was related to.
He was this bumbling guy. “Well, her. Ha, ha. I mean, we’re in a relationship—married, so I guess her.”
The stunning woman in this tight black dress that was strapless and squeezed her breasts so the pendant of her silver necklace rested in her sun-kissed cleavage complete with tanlines from a bikini laughed and said, “I’m Dana’s daughter. Arya.”
Dana was the oldest of my mom’s siblings and had gotten pregnant in high school, or maybe right after.
“Who are you?” she asked.
I told her and she said, “Oh! Remember when I was testing my make-up on you? Why is that so fun to do to little boys tied up? God, I must’ve been in high school then and you were maybe in Kindergarten?”
“I think I’m repressing that memory,” I told her.
“Aw, was it that traumatizing? You were crying…”
“You know kids. Always crying till someone kisses it better.”
“I tried that!” She didn’t have an accent. That awful Southern rural accent. Sorry, but you’re talking like Huck Finn, it’s hard to sound educated. It drives me nuts. But she had shed hers.
“You’d think I’d remember that.” I was smiling a lot. You know when you meet someone and it just clicks and you want it to click because hey, they’re hot? That’s how it was and because I had no relationship with her prior, ogling her, flirting a little, smiling like an idiot didn’t feel wrong. But doing all of that at a wake for our grandma did. “It’s too bad about Grandma,” I said.
She hugged me. I hugged back. Then her husband joined in and it got uncomfortable.
My parents came round and said, “Sorry about his clothes. He’s fresh from college—second year half way done! And he grew out of all his dress clothes.”
Arya volunteered to take me. “I don’t know where I’m going or anything, but I’ll get him looking spiffy. We can catch up.”
When we got in her car, a used Lincoln, probably fancy a decade ago but now all it boasted was a large backseat and seat warmers, she let her hair down from its tie. “Oh god thank you for coming under dressed. We’re just going to cruise for a bit because I can’t be in there mingling with Tom, Dick, Harry, whatever their names are. Right after high school, I got a scholarship to Florida and never wanted to go back. All those hick accents!”
“Yeah!” I said. “Like Huckleberry Finn!”
“Sure…”
“You know, Tom Sawyer. Deep Missouri Valley country hick accent. Sorry, I’m an English major.”
“And you’re smart! You are the blessing of this trip. I don’t really read so no clue what you’re talking about but keep talking. It’s helping me unclench for the first time since hearing I’d have to come.”
So we talked in the car about how awful the family was, the cousins, aunts, uncles, their divorces. She knew a lot of scandals I hadn’t heard like one of our uncles was in prison for a sexual offense, but even she didn’t know what. He wasn’t here today. Another was a junkie, in and out of rehab. Then we got to grandma and grandpa and both agreed they were the only good parts of the family.
“Other than us, of course,” I said.
“You’re definitely a blessing.”
“And blessed to be in this car.” I meant to imply with her more strongly, but something snapped me out of the flirty attitude, and I added, “Away from them.”
She smiled at me and we got quiet for a bit and she turned on the radio as we drove through the small town. It was near Christmas. Decorations were up. There wasn’t any snow. I told her we got like two feet last week and still had classes. She asked where I went to college. I told her to visit any time she wanted. I found out she was a helicopter medical evac personnel. She didn’t fly the helicopter, but she was the nurse or paramedic in back treating whomever.
Finally we got to a shop that sold suits and dresses. One stop fancy shopping. I had my mom’s credit card, but I didn’t think she intended to get me a full-on suit. It’d be my first. But Arya told me we were just getting the off-the-rack stuff. It wouldn’t be too much.
So I tried on some things she picked out and I came out of the dressing room still doing up my belt because the pants were too wide at the waist and were just sliding down off and dragging on under the heels of the dress shoes. We looked at how deflated I looked in the mirror.
“Get those off and we’ll get you the next size down.” She rolled down the waist to see the tag and what size they were. “I’ll bring you the next ones.”
I went back in the dressing room and took them off. I was just in my boxers and undershirt when she came in. Just barged on in through the swinging doors. I tried being natural about it, like I wasn’t uncomfortable or having dirty thoughts, but then she whipped out the measuring tape. “Put these on.” I did and she started measuring my seams. The outer one first. She told me to stop fidgeting as she was on her knees touching my thigh. Then the inner seem. “I used to work in one of these suit shops during college. The way we measured our special customers was to do the right in-seam, then cup *it* and move it over and measure the other side.” She laughed at the joke (I think she was kidding) and I thought about our dead grandmother so I wouldn’t twitch beneath the pants.
Then she helped me on the shirt and I buttoned all but the top two. She looked at it and buttoned them both, then unbuttoned the top. It was a little too big so she told me to get it off and before it was off, she starts pressing up against me trying to get at the tag in the collar to see the neck size. I think it was like 17 ¾.
She came back with a smaller shirt for me and a few dresses for her. They were a little more modest than the little black dress she had squeezed into. “I’m almost as unprepared for funerals as you. I bought this for a dinner party and a self-esteem boost. Sometimes you pay extra for that.”
I was shirtless and she was looking at herself in the mirror, checking herself out, and I was thinking she shouldn’t need to pay for it looking like she does.
Curvy and sun-kissed and blonde and tall and just perfect. The kind of girl you get a crush on even if you’ve just met her and found out she’s your cousin.
And I felt her back against me. “Oh sorry,” she said. Right against my crotch. With that perfect ass.
I couldn’t help it! I might have rubbed up against her a little with my erection.
“Is that what I think it is?” she said, laughing nervously but not moving away.
“Sorry.” I also stayed there.
“No, thank you for the compliment. Okay, I’m going to try these on now.”
I stayed, confused, horny, hopeful.
“Wait out there? I’ll be real quick.”
Damn. So I sat in the chair outside, hoping it’d subside, when she came out and we paid for everything and got in her car and left.
I was feeling pretty embarrassed that I’d “made a move.” Yeah that was the best move I had. Pressing against her like it was an accident, but both of us probably knowing it wasn’t. She knew. She kicked me out as she changed. She didn’t even try them on for me or any other little hints. The drive back was quiet. Awkward.
And when the funeral home was in sight, we pulled off onto a dirt road. This was a farming town with a lot of forests and field entrances and just places that a high schooler might go with his girl to makeout. She pulled into the dead end where we were covered in shade, just past a bend so we could hear trucks drive past on the main road, but not see them.
“Okay, we better do this before getting there,” she said.
My hope was restored.
Then she added, “Get changed.”
Hope tarnished.
“50 people talking about the dead, suddenly sad, rushing to the bathrooms. There’s no way we could change there. And wouldn’t want to do it in the parking lot where someone would see.”
“Sure, a relative seeing would be awkward,” I said.
“Yeah?” she said laughing.
“Yeah…”
“Then let’s make it awkward.”
I don’t know what she was thinking or what she imagined would come of it or what I should’ve done, but she stripped off that top awful fast. Let those breasts loose. No bra. A black thong. And I stared and she stared back and I started getting my shirt off and pants and I reached for my new clothes but she pulled something from her bag. New boxer-briefs. Real tight ones. She just threw them at me. Once I was naked she looked at me, erect, then stared me in the eyes. She was still naked except for that thong. I don’t want to forget the shape of her breasts, the size, how the tan-lines colored them, how they jiggled, her ass, the birthmark or any of that, but that was years ago. Details fade, get edited. I think her tits are bigger in my head now.
But her devilish smile. I can’t forget that.
Finally, she said, “Let’s get those clothes on. They’ll be calling soon, wondering if we ditched.”
And it was over. She dressed. I got a little peek at that booty, but not much, and when we went in for the wake, her dressed more modestly, my erection hidden till we got to the service and it died down. My mom and her siblings and my grandfather gave their eulogies and I cried and we buried grandma. Then we all went to lunch at some diner where even the table was greasy.
I wanted to sit by my cousin, but I had to sit by my parents and they wanted to sit by some fat aunt that kept asking about my future and so on.
I didn’t get to talk to my cousin till it was time to leave. “I’m serious about coming to visit. Any time you want. It’s beautiful in the fall. All the leaves changing.”
“Sure, sure,” she said.
“Or the spring is good. Tons of flowers. Ever heard of Dutch pantaloons? It might be a local name, but they make the campus smell so much better. Hides the BO and stale weed stench.”
“I’ll think about it.” God, she had to have smelled my desperation for more, but she wasn’t obliging. Fine, I can take a hint. A woman says no, you just have to let go, right?
“Have a safe trip,” I said and waved like I was leaving.
But she pulled me in for a hug, saying “You too,” then when I was pressed up against that perfect tanned body, she heaved her hot breath into my ear and said, “Think about me some time…”
Oh I have… a lot.
I confess I miss my ex GF tight pussy. Her vagina was wrapping so perfectly around my cock and also she loved to be creampied. Every time after I deposit my thick hot cum deep inside around her cervix she was waiting couple minutes to start coming out and then finger it back inside. Then she was cleaning her fingers with a tongue, so hot! I often masturbate thinking of her... I love my current GF but she is so shy and modest in the sex
i confess, that i'm a bit confused.
i'm used to buy my groceries from a local vietnamese supermarket and there are two cute cashiers, that both act a little weird with me. i know, they are so-called natural-born chinese (both have been living in US about 3-4 years) and probably also live in chinese community because their english isn't very good (most workers in that store don't speak a word in english but cashiers do...at least a little), so as a traditional chinese women, they should be quite modest and reserved because in their culture it's not usual for women to start chatting with strange men. but they do and i haven't noticed them chatting with other white customers, at least not while i'm visiting the store.
anyways, one of them tends to play with my kid (4y) each time we check out with her. she also chats with me and i know some personal things about her. she knows, i'm married and all and so she only chats while i'm alone or with son.
the other on is usually in liquor counter, where people only buy liquor or pay for very small amount of goods. she usually calls me to her counter to pay if she sees me going for check-out. that's how it happened the first time. at the first time she called me to her counter, i was alone and she started chatting, told me, that my son is very cute (or "beautyful" as she said) and my wife is very beautyful. i thanked her and told, that she's also very cute (and it's actually very true although the other chick is a little more cute). now she always calls me to her counter and as much as she speaks engrish, we have chatted a little. i know her name and nationality and some other things. of course about the other chick too, she's much better in engrish, but she still seems to be a little more shy with me, so she doesn't speak too much.
well, they know, i have a wife but...i think, we're going to divorce soon and i would really like to consider taking a chinese wife. i'm just not sure about those two. do they like me or is it just chit-chat? as i told already, they should be quite reserved by tradition and i don't think, that 3-4 years in america have changed them so much. so, if anybody knows something about how chinese chicks in america hit on men, i'm waiting for an advice.
hehe...and in riteaid just next to vietnam store is a pretty cute mexican chick, who also keeps chatting too much. for example: without any reason she apologizes for not being at work on weekend, cause she was visiting her mom in mexico and keeps asking about the goods i buy and why i prefer those specific brands etc.
i moved to states from europe just 6 months ago and i already love this country:D
Ever since I was old enough to have a sex drive, I've always been very attracted to pre-teen girls; yet in all my life, I've only molested one -- my niece. She was 8 when I was 14, and I started to get urges for her. I took care of her that summer, and I thought this would be my best chance to do some touchy-feeley with her. She was a very affectionate girl; she liked to kiss and be kissed and liked to snuggle. It took very little grooming to get sexual with her. I would threaten to spank her with her pants down when she was naughty. I would trump something up, pull down her panties and spank her very gently, wishing I could put some wet kisses on that nice round bottom(later on, I got that wish -- and more). She liked to hold her small dog in her lap. I'd pet the dog, then put my hand under the dog and press gently on her sex. She would usually look at me and giggle. One day I finally worked up the nerve to go under her dress. I wold snuggle up to her and slide my hand up the outside of her leg. Her reaction was favorable, so i slid my hand over her leg and down to her crotch. I whispered in her ear, asking if that felt good. She said it did. Again I whispered, asking her if she would spread her legs for me. When she spread really wide, I knew I had made it! Soon she was agreeable to try anything I suggested -- finger penetration, kissing all over, nipple fondling. I told her I'd never seen a little girl pee, and would she show me. So she squatted in the bathtub with her legs apart and gave me a show. I never actually had sex with her -- she was too little to take my prick. And I suppose I was still too modest to show her my tool. I regret that now. I'm sure we could have had some great masturbation sessions. Usually after we "played", I'd go to the bathroom to jack off, but sometimes I'd need relief sooner. The closest we ever came to having sex (other than when I would masturbate against her panties while she was sleeping) was when I would get down on my knees behind her, put my arm around her waist and put my hand back inside her pants. She would spread her legs wide and hold my hand against her pussy. I would nestle my pole up tight against the crack in her bottom and rub it against her. I would shoot in about 30 seconds. She liked to have her butt rubbed, so I'm sure she just thought I was snuggling. She never told her parents or my parents about our times, and as an adult she never mentioned it to me. Maybe she just forgot. It was only one summer, but a memorable one for me.
Hi everybody. I go to a lot of Renaissance Faires and similar events, and kissing games (and more) are very popular with all ages, especially after dark, after the public is gone, and topless or naked bellydancing, making out with strangers and having sex in the tents or right out on the grass can be popular pasttimes at some of them. A sample kissing game is "cloven fruit" where one person hands another a piece of fruit with cloves stuck in it. If the recipient takes a clove out with their fingers, the giver kisses them on the hand. If they take it out with their teeth, the giver kisses them on the mouth, & it goes as far as they both want, but the recipient has to pass the fruit on to someone else.
(By the way, I'm a slim goateed blond man in his thirties)
At one campfire, I was kissing a beautiful, busty black-haired girl in a princess dress and corset, while a bunch of other people were playing kissing games as well. After kissing her mouth & neck for a while, I yanked her top down & started sucking on her breasts. After a while, 2 other guys started making out with her as well, me sucking one breast, another guy sucking on the other breast and the 3rd guy kissing her.
At another event during the day, 2 cute girls I was friends with grabbed me & started taking turns kissing me with no warning.
At yet another event at night, one hot girl with short dark hair walked up to me & said "My name's Trouble" and stuck her tongue down my throat and felt me up. A while later another guy and I were making out with her and feeling her up. She then did a strip tease in front of a large group at a bonfire until a party-pooper stopped her. These were all at parties with a large number of people around.
In front of one tent (after hours) a group of us were drinking and making out; one couple was obviously surreptitiously having sex in a sleeping bag. After everyone else wandered away or inside, the girl I was kissing (we were both sitting on the grass) shoved me over, yanked my pants down and sucked my cock. We had sex on the lawn in the middle of the park.
In keeping more with the tone for this particular message board, I've seen some kids playing, too. One group of 10-13 year olds was playing "Spin the Bottle" on the grass away from the adults, but weren't doing anything too serious. Later on, though, one lovely olive-skinned girl, about 12 and developing, with shoulder-length black hair and big lips, was sitting with a 13-year old boy at the campfire with all the adults, and I realized she was giving him a hand job through his sweat pants right there in front of everybody- until a mother noticed & made them stop & sit apart. Kids games of "Truth or Dare" apparently get interesting, too; I know that one buff 11-year old gymnast girl, a real kewtie with straight blond hair, ran naked back & forth thru the campsite on a dare at night. Some growing girls in their early & mid teens have costumes that don't fit quite right, and sometimes a nipple or entire bare breast pops out.
At one public ren-fair, two male models (buff guys with short dark hair) were showing off a couple of modern kilts that snap together, when one ripped the kilt off of the other, leaving him naked in the middle of the crowded lunch area, right in front of a bunch of girls in their early teens in princess costumes. They seemed to enjoy the show.
"Kilt checks" are popular. See, men wearing kilts aren't supposed to be wearing any underwear, so some women & girls ask if they can perform a kilt check to make sure. The most modest way is to feel up the outside of the kilt for panty lines. The next level is to feel up the inside of the back of the kilt and grab the guy's bare bottom. Some girls actually feel up the inside of the front of the kilt, and feel or even stroke what they find there. I read on another forum some people complaining about an event they had witnessed, where one woman got down on her knees and stroked under the front of the kilts of five guys in a row, for several minutes at a time, right at the busy crowded front gate of the faire. I knew a girl who taught her 11-year old sister (a freckled blond kewtie in a princess dress and a plastic tribal collar-necklace) how to do kilt checks, but I only heard about it afterward and didn't get to see her feeling up & stroking strange men in the middle of a crowded public park, or to be one of them.
"Capturing" people & making them "slaves" is popular among the goth kids, but they almost never do anything interesting with the idea. One time though, this trio of hot goth girls aged 15-17 was a lot more interesting, when they were getting tied up & spanked. The tall one with a black pageboy haircut got her black minidress pulled up for her spanking & wasn't wearing any underwear, and had the loveliest shaved slit. The henna-haired punk girl in jeans & t-shirt insisted on pulling her jeans down to show us her shaved kitty as well. The top-knotted petite one in the pink minidress & black leather bra came back for me the next day and we spent a wonderful afternoon making out naked in a closed historical display tent.
One late night two 15-ish punk rock girls were thrown out of one encampment for stripping naked & making out with each other, and my friends & I wished we had a large party tent for them to resume, but we didn't. One was a super-cute pink-haired pixie holding her clothes in front of her instead of putting them back on.
Afterparties at the non-public events used to have naked bellydancers and public blow jobs more frequently than they do now (at least at the parties I've been getting to). But recently, one blond hottie with glasses was dropping her ill-fitting dress to the ground both day & night (no bra or panties) and giving head to whomever asked. She's also quite fond of having sex on the battlefield after hours, with whomever.
Very recently, wandering camp to camp with a girl after hours at my local ren fair, when we passed a couple standing up making out in the middle of the path, with the woman stroking under the man's kilt, my companion and I started making out, and she dropped and gave me a blowjob while the other couple a few yards behind us dropped the ground and had sex.
I confess that tonight I am going to double-penetrate myself for the first time. I'm 22/f and bought my first vibrator a few months ago. I've been playing with it on nights when I am especially turned on and need to feel something inside of me.
A few weeks ago I decided I needed something a little bit bigger, as the first one I bought was kinda modest. I ordered a new one and just got it yesterday. I tried it out last night and it felt so good sliding in and out of my pussy. I was so turned on I left a wet spot on my bed and was like gushing when I came.
I've never tried the toy in my ass, and I've never had anal. The most I have done is let a man lick my asshole and finger me there, which made me cum harder than I have in my life.
So tonight I am going to drink a little bit to loosen up, watch some porn and see if I can work my toy into my ass- at least about half way in- so that I can fuck myself with it and see what it would be like to have anal. I bought lube, which I have never used. I am planning to use my finger to push some of the lube into my asshole and then getting the toy all lubed up before sliding it into me.
If I can get in me I want to use the bigger one to fuck my pussy so I can feel whats it like to be filled up with two dicks. I'm not sure if I will be able to take it though cause my new toy is kinda thick and I can't take more than one finger in my pussy or my ass.
Any tips from guys who have tried this (or the real thing) with wives or girlfriends? Or any girls out there that have any advice on how to relax enough to slide the vibrators inside?
I'm wet already thinking about- can't wait til bedtime ;)
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31M, decent looking (he says modestly) - just been through a messy divorce and in dire need of fun and laughter with a kinky open minded lady. Real lust for life (or just lust)...Getting like a corny dating ad now - but if any ladies want to meet or are curious drop a line. Am laid back, very open minded and have a wicked sense of humour....
Be good...Or not..
two nights ago my i was in a rush to get my daughter to her soccer game after a workout. but we live in a modest house so we had to share the shower. i had gotten in a couple of minutes before her and i had just finnished washing my hair when she climbed in beside me. i rinsed my hair and moved so she could get under the water and soak her hair.
as i was done she was just starting to wash her hair and so i decided to help to move things alongand started to wash her back and down over her butt it was then i realy started to notice her soft skin and contintued down her legs. i then asked her to turn around and begane to soap up her chest and i felt her puffy nipples get a little harder as i went over them and continued down over her tummy until my touch became a little softer when i moved between her legs.
as i washed between her legs i noticed how warm and soft her hairless mound felt and as i was bent a litle her face was almost between my breasts her cheek touching one started to feel myself get turned on. i let my hand linger for what seemed like a long time. for some reason my own hand had drifted inbetween my own legs and i then slipped two fingers into my own as she was looking up as she rinsed her long mouseyt brown hair. i orgasmed in seconds biting my bottom lip to stay quiet i then regained my copmosure and washed the rest of the way down slowly but the thing is she stood there with her legs open still rinsing her hair so i made my way back up.
as i got near her mound again she she pushed it out and adjusted her legs a little wider as i begane to wipe the soap away with the water cascading down but this time the pad of my middle finger pushed a little inside her little labia and massaged her opening in little circles but her hands just stoped what they were doing and she just stood still with the water falling on her face.
i then noticed her slightlly grinding into what i was doing but i strarted to feel guilt so i stoped and told her all clean and soap gone and got out before her. we both towled dried quickly and dressed.
i confess i am somewhat nervous about this weekend. i have been putting off for a while on my adopted coming to visit since she hit puberty. when horseplaying i was finding myself feeling her breast. she also has a bad habit of always touching something and when we watch tv she plays with my zipper and its tough to not Ae aroused. she is not very private or modest cause she changes in front of me which use to be ok but now that her body has changed its not ok. it is now a woman's body with hair and breasts. i have masturbated thinking about her many times. when she is over i give her my bed and sleep on the couch but awake in the morning with her butt pressed firm against my morning wood and if not careful my instinct is to hump. when she was having the birds and bees talk she was asked if she knew who to have sex with and who it was ok to touch in which she replied daddy....i was like back up here. it wasn't till shortly after that i started to thrill over the idea. i have been somewhat lucky to have to work weekends the last 7 plus weekends but i have this weekend off and nervous about it.
Hi, this is my first confession on Motherless, and I think it is a good one. Sorry if it turns out really long, I really just want to get this out.
Today, I will be traveling out of State with a friend of mine for the weekend. Both of us are guys. We aren't gay, but we decided it would be somewhat of our best interest to get away from everyone and explore each other, so we are gonna go snowboarding and see where that leads us.
If you're wondering how we got here, it all started about 8 months ago. Him and I are both 20 years old and we've been friends for about a year and a half now. Although we've only known each other for a short time, my mother died about a year ago and he was always there for me. I've been estranged with my dad for a few years so I couldn't turn to him for help or advice, but my friend came up with the idea that we move in together. So I sold the house and we now live in a modest, two bedroom house.
Both of us are college students so although we get to see each other a lot, we are both stressed out and really have no time for girlfriends. About 8 months ago, we both had an entire week off from school and we spent it just resting and lounging around the house. I brought home some food for dinner and he had just gotten some nice wine. We shared the dinner, talked about life, the future, etc and finished the whole bottle of wine.
I told him I'd be up in my room and he asked if he could come so we could talk some more. I of course said sure, I would love that.
We talked in my room, laid down, just looked up at the ceiling and I told him my problem that I hadn't had sex in months. He laughed and said he didn't either.
We kinda just stayed quiet for a few minutes and that's when he asked if I was homophobic. I told him no, of course not, and he asked if he could go down on me. Now, obviously my first thought was wtf? I felt really uncomfortable and he had a smile on his face like I thought he was joking but as the seconds ticked by, his smile slowly faded and I think he became embarrassed, so he just laid back down and said sorry. I stayed quiet for a few minutes, but after that, I asked him if he was joking about the whole going down on me thing. He said kinda and I told him, if I said yes, would he do it? He perked up and said yeah, just don't tell anyone.
I honestly don't remember much of the first time since I was a bit drunk and I closed my eyes the entire time but all I know is that he sucked me off for a good half an hour until I told him I was going to cum, then he just jerked it off and I ended up getting cum on my balls and on my shirt. He said sorry, ran to the bathroom and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe it off.
I just laid down on my bed, exhausted, and he asked how it was. I told him it felt good but I felt really weird. He said sorry and I fell asleep.
The next day we didn't really talk, just a hi and bye. Was kinda awkward for a few days after that but finally, over the weekend, we're home for dinner and he just flat out asks me if I still felt the same about him. I said I didn't think any differently of him, he smiled, got up, went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine. We both started laughing hysterically, but we continued to eat dinner, drank the wine and somehow, we both ended up on my bed again, but things were way quicker this time. He asked if he could see my dick, I pulled it out, and I told him to pull his out also. He started sucking on it in a 69 position kinda, so while he was sucking mine, I was jerking him off.
This "routine", I guess, has continued up until now, and we both enjoy it, but last week, he asked if I would like to go on a snowboarding trip with him, so we can enjoy each other's company more. I of course said yes and he was quite happy.
I really don't know how this is going to end but we leave in a few hours, he's just off to the store for a bit and I'm on Motherless jacking off before we go.
Like I said, we're not gay, and I didn't mention this, but over the course of the 8 months, even while we were doing our "routine", there would be multiple times that we brought home girls for a few days, a one night stand here and there, but nothing serious, but then we'd just continue on with our little secret routine
Dumb modest cousin never shows her ass off
How common is it for husbands to find it sexually exciting to share or post nude photos and videos of their UNAWARE and possibly modest wives ?
Wife and kids (adults) got me a massage gift card for Father's Day. We were already in the mall and I was told they bought it earlier. So a quick hug, a "text when you're done" and in I went. It was a full spa with a store front in the mall, looked legit from the outside. Young 20 something Puerto Rican at the counter with a massive rack takes the card and takes me to a door. We go to a back hallway with low lights, soft music. She directs me to a room, tells me to strip down, points to a robe and closes the door.
I'm assuming she's the receptionist and I strip and wait. There's a double knock, I say come in, and it's her again. This time it's off to a wet room. I've never had a table shower before. On my stomach first, then my back, no way to really be modest. She's hot, I have a semi, it's obvious. She gets a sly smile and "accidentally" brushes it a few more times. Brushing turns to a few strokes but she's done before it goes further. I stand, she towels me off, another weird first, never done that. And it's back to the room. I'm on the table on my stomach. Medium massage, great technique, back to being legit place. Then she dims the lights, fingertips start tracing all over my back, butt, and legs... just wow.
She tells me to flip and she's already right there. Offers a happy ending for a price. Even jokes that it's a Father's day special. I joke about wanting more. We figure out a price and her clothes peel off. Massive tits, nice bubble butt. She wrapped me first and we had an amazing time. Made her moan. Made her squirt. Made her tremble. I just kept going. Every position, some of them twice. After one last round she grabs a folded towel and sets it on the floor. In one smooth move she pulls the rubber and I feel her incredible tongue as she starts sucking. When she slips off she's stroking and tells me she's going to make me cum. Back on she goes, harder, deeper, really sloppy and really enjoying it. She slips off a second time asking if I'm close, telling me she wants to taste it. Slips on again and I don't last much longer. I cum really really hard, lost count of pulses, she stayed on, took it all. I finish but she keeps sucking what's left, slides off, swallows and smiles. We clean up. I get dressed and text my wife.
Wife meets us both out front. Tells me how relaxed I look. Tips the woman and thanks her for taking care of me. Rest of the mall trip I was on cloud 9. Yeah... she took care of me...
Clueless
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So my head was clear after the last episode with Anna. I still rarely had sex with Anna, but we managed to fuck at least once a month. We would leave work early or fuck when Jim or Kelsey were away for a day or so.
The following summer was promising: Kelsey's and Anna's employer was renovating, so they both had two week of free time. Me and Jim took vacation as well and we made plans together, double dates, and a week of camping. Anna and I were already planning in a way so that there would be many possible moments to fuck.
Most of the dates went without fucking (to be expected, really) but one had a happy ending. We went to a theme park, a rather big one as well. It was a hot day, Anna wore a short black skirt and a low cut red tank top. From what I could see she also wore a white bra. Probably matching panties. Where ever she went, all eyes were on her. Kelsey wore a white top that covered her breasts and a longer blue skirt that reached over her knees. As always, a modest look.
Me and Anna already had a plan to lose Jim and Kelsey. We all had different rides we wanted to try and we made lists before hand. Anna and I had a lot of matching rides (medium-fast ones) while Jim wanted only the fastest and Kelsey just wanted the "baby"-rides. As we discussed our lists it was already obvious that Anna and I would stick together. Kelsey and Jim didnt mind o/c.
When we arrived, Jim took off to his rides immediately, Kelsey said she wanted to look at different rides first. Me and Anna went to the first ride on our list, a roller coaster. We had to wait quite some time in the queue, so after a while Anna leaned on me and grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I looked down at her, had an excellent view of her cleavage and her gorgeous smile. I smiled back. We were the very last ones getting on the ride, so we sat all the way in the back. My hand was already on her thigh before the cars left the station. As soon as they did leave it, my hand was on her pussy. She spread her legs. My fingers found her clit. The ride was just as exciting as me fingering Anna on it. It didnt last long though, so we went on to our next ride, another roller coaster. We managed to be in the lasts seats again. This ride lasted longer, and at the end Anna was wet already. When we got off she whispered in my ear:"I want to fuck you right now." I looked around, Kelsey and Jim were nowhere to be seen. There were toilets nearby, unisex with big cabins. No one was around so we got into one. I pressed her against a wall and kissed her passionately. Her hands found my belt, undoing it. She took my already hard dick into her hands. Then went down on her knees and blew me, till I was at max size. She then stood up, hands on a wall, so I got behind her and pulled her skirt up. Indeed, white panties. I pulled them down and put my tip up against her lips. She pushed her hips back and I slipped in her, all the way. Anna exhaled deeply and said "I waited for this so long..." Me:"Me too" and so I started fucking her with everything I had. My hands where on her throat and tits respectively. Her moans made me even go harder. She really kept her pussy tight. With every thrust I felt her pussy pressing against my dick. Me:"I'm about to cum so hard..." Anna nodded, pushed me back a little and got on her knees again. I took her hair in my hand and pushed her head towards my cock. She opened her mouth willingly and took all my 7 inches in. I felt my cum rising in my dick, she pulled back a little and I shot a big load in her mouth. She kept my dick in her mouth, swallowed and sucked all of my cum out of it. A:"I really love your cum... I hope I will get more soon. The only situation where I wouldnt swallow it would be, if I wanted kids from you." I looked irritated. A:"Just a joke! Come on, dont make such a long face!", she laughed. Me: "I mean we could talk about it..." A:"It was just a joke! Get over it!" - I laughed with her and didnt talk about it again.
We got dressed and went out one by one.
Our next ride was a water ride and we met Kelsey there. Just before we were in hearing range of Kelsey, Anna whispered: "You still owe me an orgasm." Then she greeted Kelsey. We took the ride, I sat besides Kelsey in the front, Anna just behind us. As we went down, we were splashed o/c. Kelseys shirt was see through afterwards and after I pointed that out, she blushed. Anna just laughed and said "Look, mines see through as well. It doesnt matter, dont be so shy, you look great!" I agreed and complimented Kelsey as well, but she wouldnt have it. She went back to the car to get a new shirt. So it was me and Anna again.
The next ride was (supposed to be) a scary one, very slow though. It went through a tunnel and would only resurface shortly before the end. I saw my chance and took it. We sat in the very back again and O/C I started fingering her immediately. Some of my cum had dried on her, so when she got wet, it got slippery very quickly. I used my long fingers to reach for her g-spot and soon she was moaning under her breath. She clawed her hands into my arm and twisted and turned. When we resurfaced, I stopped fingering her. She seemed frustrated, but after we left the ride I pulled her off the normal paths and into the forest nearby. I made sure no one saw us go in by looking around. When we were in deep enough, I pinned her against a tree and pulled down her panties. I got on my knees and started sucking her clit while fingering her pussy. I tasted a little bit of my own cum, but I didnt care. She started moaning instantly and after a few minutes she said "Take me..." So I did. I took her from behind as before, pushing in as deep as possible. Before long, she came. I kept fucking her slowly until it was my turn. She then once again drank all the cum, even though it was far less than before. We ran out of the forest as soon as we were sure there was no one to see us. It was already time for lunch, so we met with Jim and Kelsey again. Kelsey now wore a more low cut top that wouldnt hide her petite tits. Jim made a comment about her changing and stared at her chest for longer than just a few seconds. Anna and I werent the only ones to notice (we looked at each other and grinned), Kelsey also blushed again. Anna always told me she wouldnt mind a threesome with Jim and another girl and I could almost physically feel that that thought went through her mind again.
During the dinner, I was playing footsies with Kelsey (sitting next to me). Across from me sat Anna, and halfway through the meal I felt her naked foot against my leg as well. I looked up at her but she was talking to Kelsey at that moment. Her arms were pressed against her tits so I had a great view of her cleavage. I had to take a few deep breaths so I wouldnt get a hard on right away.
After lunch, we spent time as couples, so me and Kelsey, and Jim and Anna. I wasnt too upset by that, since I got what I wanted... twice over. I couldnt convince Kelsey to have sex in the theme park sadly, but oh well, cant have everything I suppose.
After that adventure, no other double date turned out so well. But there still was the week of camping. We went to a - lets say inofficial - camping ground, near a lake. A friend of Jim owned the nearby house and we had a key. We would cook and use the bathroom in the house. The rest of the time we spent outside or in the tents. Our tents were far apart - at least 45 ft (or 15m) - for privacy purposes, but very close to the lake (and natural beach). I brought up the idea of daily (or rather) nightly naked bathing. Anna jumped on that train immediately, Jim and Kelsey were not convinced. So the first night, after we already said good night, me and Kelsey were laying in our tent, her head on my chest. After a while I heard something from the other tent. Kelsey was almost asleep so I shook her softly. "Do you hear that?" She listened. "yeah... is that.." Me:"Yes I think thats Anna sucking Jims dick." Shortly after we heard soft moans. My cock got hard. Me:"Did you ever have sex in a tent?" Kelsey shook her head. My fingers found her pussy already wet. Me:"Looks like you want to though..." K:"hmhm." That could have meant anything, so I just went with it and started fingering her. Soon she sat on me and rode me like a cowgirl. Anna'S moans were louder now and Kelsey started moaning as well. I started playing with her clit, so her moans intensified. Soon I heard both of them moaning. Pure pleasure. I was turned on so much I couldnt hold on much longer. When Kelseys pussy contracted I instantly came in her as well. I told her to suck up the cum, so we wouldnt make a mess and she did. Annas moans stopped some time ago. After we were totally relaxed again, I remembered the nightly naked bathing idea. I told Kelsey, she just sighed. We were already naked so we went halfway to the tent of Anna and Jim. We heard soft whispers. I raised my voice and said "Jim, Anna are you still awake and up for the nightly naked baths?" Anna immediately responded with "Oh yea we almost forgot!" When Jim and Anna came out of the tent, I was standing on the beach, watching over the lake and letting the warm breeze blow around my balls and dick. Kelsey was covering her breasts and crotch wit her hands. Jim also tried to cover himself, but it looked awkward. Anna wasnt covering at all. We all looked at each other in curiosity. After a while, Jim and Kelsey let their cover drop as well. From what I could see, Jims dick wasnt small, but smaller than mine. His eyes were on Kelsey. I think I saw some blood rushing to is dick, but maybe it was just my imagination. Kelsey looked at her feet, then at me, then at Anna. Then at Jim. He smiled, she smiled back. I looked at Anna, winked at her and said "Are we done here? I want to try the water." Without a warning I stormed into the lake. Anna followed me quickly, making a huge splash as well. The lake was very flat at our position, so we were several meters in, but still only had water up to our waists (or well, I had, for Anna it was more belly button). Jim and Kelsey followed slowly. For every inch of water height it took them a few seconds. Me and Anna looked at each other. The moon was really bright that night, not quite full moon though. The light was reflected by the water droplets on her tits, her nipples hard. Her wet hair was sticking to her skin and covered a small part of her tits. She looked gorgeous as ever. Kelsey wasnt too bad either, but she just didnt have so much tits. When we were all in up to the shoulders, I said I wanted to swim to the other side. Jim looked at Anna, she said she wanted too. Jim shook his head and so did Kelsey. "I am freezing" said Kelsey and Jim agreed.
Me and Anna would swim though. While Jim and Kelsey went back to the tents, me and Anna already covered some ground. We swam to a beach on the other side of the lake. While we were swimming we were talking a lot. About the dates, about the theme park, about the camping day. When we arrived on the other side I said "I need a break, my muscles are aching." We laid besides each other on the still warm beach. Then we looked at each other. She was on me in a second, blowing me, stroking me, then sitting on my face. As soon as she was wet, she sat on my dick and started fucking me furiously. With every smack of her ass against my thighs she said one word: "I .. need .. your .. dick.. so.. much.. Cant.. wait.. uhh yeah." She then repositioned on my dick, moved her hips forward and backward so that her clit was stimulated. Soon we both came in a violent eruption. I sat up with her still on me and hugged her. She was panting heavily. After a minute or so, we looked at each other and smiled. We got up and swam back. Jim and Kelsey were already sleeping when we got back.
The next day, we had a lot of fun all together. Played at the beach, in the water, went cycling. When the evening came, Jim and Kelsey made it clear that they didnt want to go for a nightly swim. Me and Anna said we wouldnt go either tonight, but eventually some other day. We never did, until the last night.
Jim and Kelsey were in the tents already, probably already sleeping. We all were tired after a week of activities. Me and Anna swam quietly across the lake. No word spoken. We had had enough time to talk all week long. We enjoyed being around each other for a while, without any complications. There was no need to talk. Even when we arrived on the other side, no one said a word, we just laid down.
She had her eyes closed. I looked at her. Her chest lifted when she inhaled. Then she exhaled. Inhaled again. The movement was mesmerizing. Quietly, I robbed closer to her. Put a hand on her thigh. She stopped breathing for a moment. Continued. My fingers ran up and down her thigh. She spread her legs a little. My fingers found her pussy. Her breathing got deeper as I slit inside her. Her hands went looking for my dick and found it already hard. Her eyes were still closed. I got on my knees, to get over her, but she opened her eyes and shook her head. Then got on her knees. Doggystyle. I cleaned the sand off her ass as best I could, then got behind her. She looked back at me. Her eyes fixed mine. "Fuck me" she whispered. Still looking her dead in the eye, I pushed in. Slowly. Softly. She bit her lip "Just like that.." Her lips moved but her eyes didnt. We locked eyes like that the whole time I was fucking her. I took my time, no rush, kept fucking her slowly. Her deep moans pleased my ears. I got just a little bit faster. She started moving her hips and we found a common rhythm. We fucked like that for longer than I ever had before. We climaxed together, but it wasnt a violent eruption as usual, more of a slow build up. I came inside her as her pussy contracted around my dick. Afterwards we laid besides each other again, holding hands.
I felt something build up inside of me. Something that had to be said. I looked at Anna. Saw it in her eyes. She felt the same way. I sat up, and so did she. We looked at each other. I opened my mouth. Closed it. She smiled. I worked up my courage and said: "I love you. I cant describe it with any other word. I cant say how or in what way. But ..." She put a finger on my lips to stop me. Then she said: "I love you, too. There is no need to explain, I feel the same." We smiled. Kissed.
I guess this is very confusing - but we had a special love for each other. Something that couldnt be bound in a relationship. We both knew, that we had another partner, but that was fine. That wouldnt hinder our love. It just didnt matter. It wasnt a competition between feelings for different partners, it was just ... special. I cant explain it any better. I've never felt more light-hearted.
My feelings towards Kelsey didnt change, but we still broke up, months later. During all the time Kelsey was clueless - She had no idea I was fucking Anna all the time. The final proove for this cluelessness was the breaking up itself. Kelsey had sex with Anna. I can only tell you what I know from Anna about that.
I told Anna basically from the very beginning of my relationship with Kelsey, that I wouldnt mind if they would have sex. I would have loved a threesome. So some day I told Anna she should try to push her relationship with Kelsey. I also kept asking Kelsey if she was bi. When she told me she was undecided I emphasized I didnt care if she had sex with a girl. I would tell her over and over again, so it would settle down in her subconsciousness. Anna would visit as often as she could, even when I wasnt around. They would go shopping together (took Anna some time to convince Kelsey that they could use the same changing room), they would watch movies together (scary ones, so Kelsey would automatically hold onto Anna) and so on. They eventually became close friends, started talking about everything. And one night, while I was away for the night and the day after, Anna got her to fuck. Kelsey had written Anna that she would be lonely, and so Anna came over. They had drinks and watched a movie. Anna made sure to give Kelsey a lot of alcohol over the evening. They watched until it was already late in the night. They were drunk and sleepy. So Anna escorted Kelsey to the bedroom. Undressed her. So there Kelsey was, lying naked on my bed. Anna took the chance and went down on her. Kelsey started moaning but one minute in she lifted her head and said "this is wrong..." Anna looked at her and asked "Do you want it to stop?" Kelsey thought for a while but shook her head. So Anna continued to lick Kelsey, then they fingered each other and eventually fell asleep.
In the morning Kelsey was silent and full of thoughts. Anna didnt get a word out of her and went home.
When I got home, Kelsey told me all about it (leaving out the details) and basically broke up with me. I told her it was fine, but she wouldnt listen. She wouldnt be able to look Anna or Jim in the eye anymore. She grabbed all her things and bolted off. That was the last I heard of her.
That finalizes the story with Kelsey. I will be gone for several weeks now. Hope this is enough to get you guys over that time ;)
Maybe this is my last story about Anna as well. If you want more, tell me in the poll :)
IG church slut trying to be "modest" doesn't imagine my cock gets hard with every pic she posts LOL
This slut I’ve been fucking pretends to be modest. I have the pics that prove otherwise.
Only 1 friend didn't go topless or nude on the beach. Do you think she's modest, does she has ugly tits or did her big tit friends shame her small tits?
The perfect match
When he saw him the first time in the court of the capital, he was fascinated by her: A slim, elegant woman, with long, well-groomed hair. She always wore feminine and elegant dresses, and despite the cold at this height, she always wore sandals, without stockings. Although she was a descendant of one of the country's traditional families, she led a modest life, had a small car and often went to the market to shop, dressed in jeans and a sweater, and always with modest sandals on her perfect feet. He was fascinated by her appearance and dreamed of her feet and what she would do with them if she were her hostage one day.
And when the cuartel ordered to kidnap her, because her work as a human rights lawyer disturbed the business too much, he took over and was part of the team that entered the room of the small hotel where she slept during their stays in the capital. She was very happy to see that even though it was very cold at night, she was sleeping naked. Once again he was fascinated by her beauty, her long arms and legs, with fine and elegant hands and feet. Her breasts weren't very big, rather small and they hung a little bit. She had big nipples that were obviously raised from the cold. She was chloroformed and tied, rolled into a rug, and taken to the tropics to an isolated house in the country. There it is his turn to take care of her.
Two months have already passed, and from the day of the kidnapping, she remains tied to her wrists and ankles with soft and wide ropes, he himself took care of tying her, he tightened the ropes carefully, so tight so that she always noticed her ties. Her head remains hidden under a red hood, they put a large ball gag her mouth, and her eyelids were closed with black tape. And she was permanently naked all the time. He has explained the situation well to her, all for her safety and to prevent problems with her body and its needs.
Her regularly checks her for binding problems. The ropes with which the wrists and ankles are tied for so long have already irritated the skin there, which is red and chafed. Every movement of her hands and feet should cause her some pain.
Every morning he wakes up naked next to her, they sleep side by side in a bed. Feeling her body firm and warm at night causes him a massive erection, which lasts for a long time. As he begins to gently caress and kiss the woman next to him, she awakens as well. She likes this treatment, she begins to tremble weakly all over her body and when he touches her private lips, she notices that they are very wet. He massages her bound hands, which are swollen and feel cold. His penis seems to explode after a while, and he kneels close to her bound feet and after sucking and licking her toes he rubs his member between them, until he comes.
Then they get up and he brings her to the bathroom. He puts her in the shower, standing her up, which is not easy because she has difficulty staying upright. After removing the hood, he moistens her with warm water and soaps her entire body, cleans and dries it thoroughly. He brings her into the kitchen where she is placed onto a chair, her arms dangling over the back. He takes a rope and ties her hands and feet together, like in a hogtie, to prevent her from moving. He tightens the strings as tightly as possible and she moans into her gag. Then he kisses and caresses her, later getting ready in the bathroom, he showers, dresses, and starts making breakfast. He sits down on the table next to her and removes her gag. She sighs and opens her mouth, he feeds her and gives her to drink, water and coffee. After putting the gag back on, and the hood over her head, he unties her from the chair and brings her back to the bathroom to evacuate. He cleans her private parts carefully, her lips are swollen and moist and when he touches her there she trembles again. She has raised and hardened nipples almost all the time despite the heat here and it is clear that the situation is very hot for her. But until now he has not penetrated her and he is not going to do so, he just has to look at her, tied like this, no more.
During the days, he puts you in hogtie. The first time, when he brought her tied hands tied to her feet, she began to moan rapidly, because her muscles were tightly tensed, something she was not used to. He was cautious, he left a lot of space between her hands and feet and after an hour he untied her. After moving her to another place, he realized that her sheet was wet and it was clear to him: She also likes to be tied in this way! From that day on, the time she had to spend in hogtie has increased hour by hour and her ankles and wrists were brought together closer and closer. Now it is possible for her to stay tied like this all day, from breakfast to dinner, when she unties him. The fingers of her tied hands can now touch her heels with ease. She supports the strong tension in her arms, legs and back for a long time and when she begins to moan, he caresses her and kisses her, gives her to drink and washes her warm body with warm water. So the hours pass, and finally he dedicates himself to her feet, which are swollen, pale and very cold: He gives them a massage and after sucking her fingers he licks them completely with dedication. It is not long until she reaches an orgasm, with strong contractions throughout her body, and he quickly unleashes her. When the strong tension that tortures her body disappears, she stretches her legs and arms with an intense sigh. He prepares her for the night, gives her to eat and drink again, dries the sweat that covers her body and gives her a complete massage, from the feet to the head. She relaxes, stretches and he lies down next to her, embracing her in his arms, they both fall asleep quickly.
She is his perfect match. But how long is their relationship going to last? Nobody knows....;
I am a Dom man looking for properly submissive females to serve me and create a polygamist household. I am not religious, I just know what I want and intend to make the life I want.
A proper female should be modest in public, a good house keeper and cook. And be a complete and total slave to the man who owns her. No questions except for clarification, and that only on new orders.
She must have no sexual restrictions. She should, if still fertile be ready to bear my children, and be impregnated again as soon as possible after giving birth. She knows she will not be the only woman in my life, and I will add additional women to the household as I see fit.
I enjoy many activities both in and out of the bedroom, and expect my new property to present herself to me and obey me in all things.
Contact me if you are ready to start your new life.
All races and ages of submissive biological females may apply.
You must be prepared to move to Cincinnati Ohio on your own.
Basically, I'm a 19 year old girl that gets off on showing off. Whether its going out with out a bra or panties, or masturbating/flashing on cam- nothing gets me wetter than people seeing me as a whore. I'm what you would label as a "good girl" in everyday life. I make excellent grades and I've always been modest and conservative. But lately I just can't stop myself from showing off. I even went as far as to give my boyfriend road head in traffic with a car right next to us because I wanted to be seen as his whore. Has anyone else ever felt this way? Had these urges?
I regularly think about if sluts know we cum to their pictures. Even facebook pics, women have to know a percentage of their male "friends" jackoff to them on a consistent basis and they pretend to be innocent and modest.
I am a Dom man looking for properly submissive females to serve me and create a polygamist household. I am not religious, I just know what I want and intend to make the life I want.
A proper female should be modest in public, a good house keeper and cook. And be a complete and total slave to the man who owns her. No questions excellent ept for clarification, and that only on new orders.
She must have no sexual restrictions. She should, if still fertile be ready to bear my children, and be impregnated again as soon as possible after giving birth. She knows she will not be the only woman in my life, and I will add additional women to the household as I see fit.
I enjoy many activities both in and out of the bedroom, and expect my new property to present herself to me and obey me in all things.
Contact me if you are ready to start your new life.
All races and ages of submissive biological females may apply.
Meet Amber, my fiance. She was modest when we met but I've opened her up to a lot. Over the last couple months I have enjoyed posting our private pictures and videos here, and let her see all the things people say about her. She has never gotten much attention from people, but since I've helped her bring her dirty side out she has been soaking up all the comments reactions from everyone. I love it, I find it really sexy that she is helping a lot of people get off. Its been so much fun that we have started a profile. I will post some more pictures and videos below, and she does take requests. Let her know how you feel!
I confess that I did an awful thing to my exgirlfriend.
I'm a pretty big guy in the the muscle and just in general large department and she was a really hot, tiny blonde who was pretty easy to boss around if i was just a little forceful she would usually just give up.
She was a virgin when i got to her and i was usually a good guy in bed, vigorus and a tad forceful, but attentive to her needs to. I think she may have gotten a small kick out of being dominated, i liked doing it too and she just had an amazingly tight body. some times i got a little out of hand though.
it took me awhile, but as a she agreed to give me her anal virginity to me as well because she loved me and she wanted to make me happy
she seemed a little nervous. "don't worry, itll be fun, i promise" i said, and she nodded. "What about lube?" she asked. "use your mouth".
She got down and did the tip, I put my hands on her head and pushed it all the way, she gagged, spluttered and got all wide eyed and teary looking straight at me. Hottest look ever. She smacked my side twice and I let her back up, "what was that?!" she asked "Needed the whole thing nice and wet, you'll need it, just trust me" I said it in a very end of discussion way and she relented.
I felt wanted her in a better mood so I gave her a little smack on the ass and she giggled a little, she always like that.
Oh, btw, saliva makes very bad lube, maybe easy on the entry but dries up fast. I knew this, she didn't. ;)
She got down on all fours and I spread her open, she really had a tiny asshole. while i have modest 6+ a little inch dick, there was with a good thickness to it. It would be a tight fit.
The more I thought about it, the more i just felt wild. i wanted to shove it in there and damn her pleasure.
She tensed up as i prodded her with the tip and I couldn't take it anymore.
I pushed it into her hard, and she cleanched so I stopped. I leaned over, mashed her little tits and whispered, "If you fight it, it'll only make it worse", she whimpered, "ha-hang on please, i n-need a mi-aah!' I cut her off by thrusting in as fast as I could and catching her off guard. "You said you'd do this for me, you can't back out now like a fucking tease" I growled in her ear. she just dropped her head down, i think i heard tears. it only made me pound her ass harder as she cried into the mattress. It was so warm and tighter then her pussy, and with the power i had over her just then I was just in heaven.
she kept telling me how much it hurts and to please stop, "Shut the fuck up, you need to let me finish if you really love me" I said. If she tried to squirm away, I'd just hold her in place.
I loved listening to her beg and watching her thrash.
i reamed her ass for a good 20 minutes, near the end she was just lying there sobbing into the pillow. I pulled out and blew my load on her back and into her hair. I noticed a bit a of blood and she had just collapsed but I was too tired to really care then and just pulled her close and fell asleep.
I had to apolgize and buy her things for a week before she even talked to me again, but she always forgave me because she loved me.
Well, she is my ex now, but we lasted a good year after that incident and it wasn't cuse of sex we broke up.
I feel bad now, but it felt so good I know Id do it again if I could.
Is there anyone out there who's had similar experiences?
Anyone interested in seeing my very modest gothic girlfriend nude? I've been dying to show someone, as I think it would be hot. She covers up with big dresses and stuff. I know all my friends would love to see whats under the clothes, but I think I would regret that in the end. Doesnt mean I don't fantasize about it.. One friend got to see her in a 3some, but she was sworn to secrecy. Anyways, let me know if you'd like to see her, and what you'd do to her. Very curious to see if people are interested.
This is me a few years ago with my clitty locked, my ass plugged, in slutty lingerie, waiting for a gorgeous young black girl i met online to come over. She said she was into dominating and owning a sissy slave boy and would be taking the keys to my cage with her and would use my desperation to cum to make me into anything she wanted me to be.
I was dressed in a black, lace teddy, fishnet thigh high stockings, a modest pair of black heels and most importantly, a big black butt plug, trapping a few ounces of cumlube in my boypussy. I had given myself an enema and restricted my diet, so my hole was extra squeaky clean.
As soon as she came inside, she took one look at me and said "good, here, take these." and handed me 3 pills. I recognized the bar of xanax and what looked like viagra, but Before i could ask about the other one, she grabbed my wrist, pulled me into my room and shoved my onto my bed, face down. I swallled the pills, and figured I'd taken much more than that before.
"Dont fucking move." She had already noticed the cuffs at the corners of my bed and restrained my wrists and ankles. She reached under my caged clitty from behind and gave it a yank, so she could see it from the back, between my legs, and thats when she noticed my plugged ass.
She gave it a few solid smacks, and asked, "How long have you had this in your pussy?" As I opened my mouth to tell her, she grabbed the base and yanked it out of my asshole, which was incredibly painful, enough to make me scream a humiliating, girly squeal. I heard her laughing behind me... I was genuinely in so much pain, I had tears running down my face, and i could feel my hole convulsing, stretched wide open, with warm cumlube pouring out. She assured me that the pain would be temporary, and said something about being addicted to her big black cock. I was only able to mumble, "mmmhmmm."
She stripped down to her panties at the side of the bed, and teased me while I watched her rub oil all over her smooth, perfect, chocolatey skin. The scent was intoxicating, and soon I forgot about the pain in my boypussy, and tried to reach my strapped down arm out to her. I cought the waistband of her Thong, and as she backed up, her panties came down her hips a bit. She chided me and told me boys like me dont deserve pussy.
I whined, and continued to stare desperately at her beautiful glistening body, perfect round tits, proportional with an ass that id let suffocate me... legs that lead right up to a lean, panty clad groin..... my clitty was throbbing uncontrollably. She then stepped onto the bed, straddled my gaping, lubed up asshole, and said, "Pussy boy sissies like you will never get pussy again, not now, not ever. Do you understand?"
I nodded, and wiggled my ass to her, and she said, "From now on, you belong to Big Black COCK," and after a few suspiciously warm and fleshy feeling smaks around my cheeks and hole, I could feel the pills kicking in... I felt like a cock hungry whore willing to do just about anything to get off. I could feel myself slipping into a sedated, obedient, slutty mindset, and my whole body felt like it was glowing, with a soft, warm, buzz. My mind was escaping me, leaving my body to be nothing but a fuckhole sex toy for the woman on top of me, teasing my ass with her fingers and pouring copious amounts of slimy stringy lube directly into the gaping boyhole.
Then i felt a few more teasing, fleshy smacks against my hole. With what little coherence i had left I remember saying in my head, "thats one realistic dildo... mmm" and i could imagine a throbbing, girthy, veiny BBC, breeding my cunt like a real girl, trained only to cum from being fucked, serving only black cock, for the rest of my life.
Without warning, she shoved the entirety of apparently, her 11" Big Black DICK—NOT a Strapon, Not a dildo—SHE WAS A TRANS WOMAN. I had never been with a guy, and was never turned on by men or boys, and it was making me so horny and confused that I liked this... a lot.
That was her DICK tapping against my ass. A REAL PENIS. Unlike my useless caged nub, she was endowed by the Gods, and I could FEEL IT. I actually liked it... I mean, its gotta be better than a dildo, right? Why use cold, hard rubbery plastic when you can have the real deal? Well, this was the realest fucking deal I have ever made. She got to know me as a woman, and had all the aspects and traits of a beautiful, sexy, charismatic black woman, but she had a dick... And she was having her way with my helpless, intoxicated, submissive body, raping my wet, hungry fuckhole with her long, thick COCK.....
And I was in heaven, I could feel the sensation of tingling buzzing warmth, head to toe, and felt her giant BBC directly penetrating almost a foot inside me, while every inch of her massive Dick made full contact with my P-spot every single stroke.
She wasted no time, and was already fucking me at full speed, pounding my lube-filled, sloppy, gaping wet boypussy, with her grabbing me by the back of my neck, forcing my face into the bed and spanking me repeatedly. She called me all the degrading, derogatory, humiliating names ive ever heard, and then some. I felt like my entire existence was about to change forever, as she dangled the keys to my cage in front of my eyes, and told me my useless clitty is never going to be used again, and that had better learn how to have anal orgasms because that's the only way sissy slaves cum.
The viagra made my clitty strain against my cage, and i could feel a distinct stream of cummies pouring out of the tip, with more and more every thrust. The sedating effects of whatever else she gave me caused me not to notice i was moaning and saying, "yes...... yess...... fuck me........mmm"
I felt her change angles and alternated between slow, forceful thrusting, to deep, rapid short strokes of her giant cock, and I felt a strange feeling in my clitty and boyhole at the same time.
It grew into a feeling like I had to go to the bathroom, and I panicked, but I knew I didnt have to, and had just had the enema.... then it turned into a throbbing, pulsing sensation inside my ass, right behind the base of my clitty.... She was fucking my asshole relentlessly, and the sounds of her meat penetrating my pussy were like a trance. She noticed my throbbing boycunt, tensing up and spasming, "Ohhhhh who's a good gurl? Are you gonna cum, babygirl? Hmmm? You gonna cum like a slut for mommy's BBC? If you do, you're never going back to normal. You got that, bitch?"
I was too overstimulated to reply, and suddenly the sensation exploded within my inner asshole, sending waves of orgasmic ecstasy to every inch of my body. I had tunnel vision, and all the sounds around me morphed into one continuous, godlike aural sound, while i was left helplessly convulsing with my arms and legs strapped down, and i could feel a non-stop burst of cum being shot out of my clitty, squirting all over my bed and pooling between my legs, as I gave in to the single most intense and surreal full body anal orgasm, which seemed to go on, and on, and on, and on...
To this day, i have no idea if it was 60 seconds, or 60 minutes. I came so uncontrollably with a Trans Woman's BBC literally fucking the cum out of me while my mind melted, sedated and rolling on some Molly-like drug at the same time, while being forcibly aroused by viagra, making my clittly feel so tight and confined, throbbing and spurting cummies all over from within its cage, while the keys dangled from her neck, and she reminded me of the fact that I'd be chasing this experience for the rest of my life, and that she and her BBC were my only hope, and my primary goal in all of life, and wouldn't have it any other way!
What is the hottest thing you have ever done?
Mine is modest, I still remember the time when my hot "friend" gave me a hand job on the public beach. We were secluded, nobody saw us, but still, it was hot.
The hottest thing, she had a bf then, and she is married to him now.
