Is this the most epic amateur video on the internet? You be the judge. I put together hundreds of pics of my girlfriend for this epic compilation slideshow. She gets multiple facials. She inserts multiple random objects in her pussy and ass. And there's plenty of bunny ears, just in time for Easter. So check it out and judge for yourself. THIS IS EPIC!

Really wishing I had my toy chest with me but I guess I could try and use random objects even have a couple bats....

Random object throated

Me and my girlfriend have been dating for two years, and for one of those two years I have shared her with other men or she has gone out on her own and fucked them. We have a balance between complete submission and independence.

Sometimes we'll troll really seedy bars, looking for someone I know she doesn't find attractive at all but I order her to fuck anyways. Last month I made her get dressed up in a tiny dress with no panties, the hem of it just barely an inch below her pussy, and approach an overweight man sitting at a bar stool in the shittiest dive bar we've ever been to. I had walked past the guy alone earlier just to scope him out and could smell him from a few feet away. She protested at first but I reminded her it was 'my turn', so she relented. It was so fucking hot watching her saunter over to him- she's petite and asian with nice legs and a tight little ass and I could get peeks of her ass cheeks as she walked to him.

At first she was confident as always but as she got close she started hesitating because this is by far the grossest guy I've ever ordered her to fuck. I told her exactly what to do and she obeyed like a good little slut. First she smiled at him and I could barely hear but said "Hi my name is XXX and I want to suck your cock tonight. You can have my ass, my pussy, my mouth or all three. My boyfriend is over there and he gives you permission to make me your whore for the night."

It's pretty much a script at this point, and I fucking love the humiliation of it. I love watching her give herself up like an object to be used however the guy wants, its so fucking hot. This time though she was hesitating but she got through it and the guy was confused and probably thinking it was a prank so she did what I told her to do if anyone hesitates and she grabbed his hand and immediately put it on her cunt.

It didn't take long for the three of us to get out of the bar and he took her to his beat up shitty car. When he opened the door the fucking smell was atrocious but the three of us got in with me in the backseat and we drove a few blocks to an empty alley. The guy was still a little shy and nervous but he was playing with her pussy a bit and I told him he didnt need to be nervous and that she was a gift. I told him to tell her exactly what to do and she would do anything at all that he wanted. He told her to suck his cock while he drove. I was holding my breath best I could because of the fucking smell and I saw her pretty little fucking face wincing and breathing really shallow as she pulled his cock out of his pants and then reluctantly lowered her head to put him in her mouth.

I could tell he hadn't washed in a while because of the look on her face and the immediate gagging but this guy surprised me and grabbed her by the hair and shoved her head down before she could back off his dick. He started getting super aggressive and my girlfriend started crying from the gagging and choking. It was so fucking hot that I got rock hard immediately and started playing with myself over the jeans.

We parked a minute later and I immediately got out of the car to get the fuck away from the smell. I'll never forget the look on her face as I shut the door and walked back leaving her stuck inside and at his mercy.

My girlfriend is petite and asian, probably about 100 pounds soaking wet. We fuck a lot but her pussy is supernaturally tight still and sometimes we have to use lube even just for her pussy or she says it hurts too much. I've fucked her in the ass a few times but she's even tighter there and she always cries, so I 'owe her' after anal.

The guy that night was easily three times her size and weight. The car was that style from national lampoon's family vacation but the rearmost seat was missing so he dragged her to the back area where there was room to fuck. At this point he was being super agggressive and i could hear him wheezing from excitement. I don't blame him I don't know if he's ever fucked before but he definitely never fucked a hot little asian slut like mine I know that for a fact. I never saw his cock clearly because it was so dark but he put her on her hands and knees and didnt bother taking the dress off, just lifted it up and I got the impression his cock was pretty big when she started screaming as he smashed her into the rear window. I've heard her scream like that during anal so i thought maybe he was fucking her ass raw with no lube but when i moved to the side i saw it was just her pussy.

I was rock fucking hard watching my girlfriend get fucked by this slob on her hands and knees in the middle of fast food wrapers and all kinds of random trash. She never really stopped the screaming or got used to his cock and when I asked her how big it was she just said "really, really big, maybe biggest ever." Lucky son of a bitch lol too bad doesn't get much use.

He didn't last long though and he came inside her even though she kept telling him to cum in her mouth. She's on birth control but doesn't like takign chances. Still it was so fucking hot seeing her take this troll's cum deep inside that I almost came myself. When he was done with her I told her to get out and suck my cock, but had a hard time cumming because of how fucking awful she reeked from the car. When I came I asked the guy if he wanted another go and he ended up fucking her again, with me cumming in her mouth after.

When we finally got home I told her to get in the fucking shower right away because she smelled horrible. I coudln't help it though i was so fucking turned on that I went in the shower and fucked her in the ass. Ijust couldn't fuck her pussy yet because it still felt dirty.

So that was 'my turn' when I got to humiliate her. I've never had her fuck someone so vile but I'm super turned on by the thought of finding someone even grosser than this guy. Maybe a homeless guy? Have any of you ever had your girl fuck a homeless person or someone just fucking disgusting like that? Please share.

Enjoy the pics, she's away for a few weeks on work thing but she sends me pics at least every other day. If you guys like I'll share more pics later and tell you how she got her revenge on me.

What would you guys do to my slut if you saw her at a bar? She'll be reading this post so comment and she'll see it and maybe even reward you with pics for it.

Sometimes i wish strangers would show up and take me some random place tear my cloths to pieces and force me to wear sissy cloths while they rape my ass and mouth essentialy breeding me then tying me to a random object with a but plug left in and tape on my mouth so they can take pictures writing on me degrading words then let me go with cum trapped in my ass by the plug and cum in my mouth sealed by the tape

ROUND THREE / UNEXPECTED DAY THREE

Continuation of my Minnesota adventure: May 2024 [another very long post]

To recap:
I was visiting T, my 52-year-old long-time red-haired FWB, for the first time since October 2021. In the interim, she’d had major female surgery, put on some unwanted weight due to the anti-depressant meds she’d been taking (although she still looked amazing to me), and dumped a 20-y/o lover because “he came too fast, didn’t have a decent job, and couldn’t eat pussy to save his life.” I’d made the drive from Denver to her small town, located a couple of hours southwest of the Twin Cities, with the intent of doing what we always did. That involved catching up on news since the last time we were together, taking in concerts, museums and other attractions while spending the weekend in the Twin Cities, and having sex – lots and lots of sex.

I woke up around 7:30 Tuesday morning, following another three-hour fuck session that had wrapped up around two a.m. Because T babysits her two-year-old grandson every weekday afternoon, I had only planned to sleep over for two nights and then come back for her on Friday. She was dead asleep alongside me, with the covers pulled up over her head, so I left her alone and got dressed in the living room. Her car, a Ford Focus, had been running on fumes the previous evening, so I filled it up at the nearest gas station and then stopped off at a drive-thru for a bagel. Culinary note: I asked for the bagel to be toasted, with cream cheese on the side. Who the fuck toasts a bagel without slicing it first??? Sheesh.

Anyway, I returned to her place and was having my breakfast when T came out of the bedroom and plopped down beside me. I noticed she’d put on yoga pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt, which clearly indicated she was officially "not in the mood." She is NOT a morning person, and that includes morning sex. I offered her half my bagel, which she declined. She’s also not a breakfast person. “Are you sure you want to leave today?” T asked. “I thought we settled that on Sunday,” I replied. “I’ll be back Friday afternoon and we’ll spend the weekend in St. Paul.” She gave me one of those inscrutable looks that leave guys like me clueless. “Well, Donna is coming over for dinner. We do this every few weeks and, besides, she wants to meet you.”

Donna was one of T’s former coworkers, a tall Nordic blonde who’d succumbed to T’s bisexual charms during a blizzard in February and was apparently still infatuated with my red-haired Viking princess. “You can leave if you want,” T teased, “but you’ll miss out on a fun dinner.” Something told me that dinner wasn’t the only thing I’d miss by heading north, so I agreed to delay my drive by a day. Hey – I may be clueless when it comes to women, but I like to think I’m not an idiot!

We spent most of the day pretty much the same as on Monday, watching TV, reading, and having light-hearted conversation. After homemade bean burritos for lunch, I agreed to help her sort through her massive clothes collection that took up most of a second bedroom. It was a claustrophobic environment dominated by two huge dressers her grandparents had left to her. Piles of clothes occupied every flat surface, but the drawers were nearly empty. Our task was to divide the wardrobe up into Donate and Keep. I suggested the latter category was likely to include “fits me now” and “I hope it’ll fit again someday.” That remark earned me a not-so-playful punch on my arm, followed immediately by an offer to “kiss and make it better.”

For about two hours, I pulled out articles of clothing as T passed judgment on each item’s future. It was really humid, even with the a/c running, so she'd changed into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that had been cut down into shorts. Occasionally she felt compelled to try things on to see if they fit – some did, but many did not – which meant she was regularly showing me her tits while putting on blouses, and turning around to show off her lovely ass with each skirt or pair of pants we came across. There was hardly any floor space, so we were constantly bumping into each other. T was also being very tactile – stroking my arm, smacking me on the ass when I didn’t move out of her way fast enough, and delivering a series of random kisses. Finally, I got up the courage to ask about her behavior.

“You know,” I began apprehensively, “I can’t help but notice how affectionate you are. It’s like the old T has returned.” During past visits, she’d regularly initiated public displays of affection, but I never felt comfortable asking about this behavior – mostly because I didn’t want it to stop. “Why now; why me?” She froze with her hand halfway reaching for a hanger and turned to face me. “You really want to know?” she asked quietly. “Always,” I said. “I used to behave like this a lot, because I’m an affectionate person, but my actions kept getting taken the wrong way. Nearly every guy I’ve been with assumed I was coming on to them sexually, as in, I wanted to fuck them right then and there. You, on the other hand, never give me that vibe, because I know you truly care about me as a person, not just some sex object.”

I must have had a weird look on my face while trying to process what she’d said, because she stepped over the huge pile of clothes still on the floor and bumped up against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a seriously hard kiss on my mouth. The phrase, “You know I adore you,” escaped my lips before I could even think about what I was saying. In return, T took half a step back and countered with, “Well, if you must know, I really DO want to fuck you, but that’ll have to wait because it’s almost time for me to go be with my grandson.” With that she giggled, pushed past me to climb out of the room, and called back in my direction as she was putting on her sneakers, “I’m watching him over at their place, because I don’t want to inflict him on you two days in a row. I’ll be back around 4:30.” And with that, she departed.

At 5:00 there was a knock on the door, so I hopped off the couch and went to answer it. T had previously texted me to say she wouldn’t be home until six o’clock but offered no further details. I opened up to greet a tall, slender woman with close-cropped blonde hair and a narrow face, carrying a grocery bag in each hand. I said, “You must be Donna,” at the same moment she said, “You must be Zac,” and we both laughed. I grabbed the bags out of her hands and took them straight to the kitchen. Since T lives in a double-wide trailer (err, “manufactured”) home, the counter was a mere three steps away. I explained that T was running late, and Donna countered with, “Yeah, she called to tell me that while I was at the Hy-Vee (the local supermarket), so I should just get dinner ready without her.” I offered to act as a backup chef, so we both did food prep. The menu included cucumber salad with onion, sliced tomatoes drizzled with olive oil, beer cheese soup, a baguette of French bread, and strawberry ice cream for dessert.

As we worked, we chatted amiably. I was curious about T’s experiences while working alongside Donna, and she confirmed that the stories I’d heard about harassment were true. “She just seems to attract asshole guys,” Donna said with conviction. Then, as she realized what she’d said, added, “Well, not you, obviously.” I laughed and countered with, “The jury might still be out on that one,” but she was quick to disagree. “Oh, no. T says you’re the sweetest guy. She told me you filled up her tank yesterday.” I couldn’t resist the double entendre. “You mean her car’s gas tank, right?” Donna burst out laughing. “Yeah – that, too.”

But before we could delve into additional semi-smutty talk, T returned and gave Donna a big hug and kiss. “Did you rope Zac into helping you with dinner?” she asked. “He volunteered and did a great job cutting up the vegetables,” she replied. I’d suggested we do the salad Hungarian style, dressed with sour cream, vinegar, and a dash of paprika. Lacking a dining table, we took our plates and bowls to the living room – five steps from the kitchen (!!) – and ate at the coffee table. I parked myself on T’s leather recliner, while the ladies sat on the couch.

After dessert, I gathered up the dishes and offered to do clean-up, to which there were no objections! While I was washing, drying and putting things away, T dragged out her cannabis paraphernalia and the two of them were soon “dabbing away.” Donna asked if they should save some for me, but T put the kibosh on that. “He’s got too much of a tolerance for pot,” T explained. “We split a tube Sunday night, and he didn’t even get high. I don’t think it affected him at all.” I chimed in with, “Well, it made me horny.” T responded with a laugh. “Geez, Zac, you’re hornier than any guy I know, so it clearly wasn’t the pot talking.” Naturally, Donna had to come back with, “So, how horny was he?” There was some whispering that followed between the two of them, and I was too far away to hear the conversation, except for the part where Donna said out loud, “How many times?” and then followed with “Oh, my god.”

I wrapped up my KP duties and started back toward my seat when T piped up with a request. “Zac, honey – can you go pick up something for us to drink? We’re too wasted to drive.” I reminded her we still had that Smirnoff swill from the night before, but T said, “Oh, I poured that out. It wasn’t very good.” That was the understatement of the week! Donna suggested a bottle of wine so, after a brief discussion of white versus red, they agreed “red” was the best choice. I grabbed my car keys and left the two of them puffing away on the couch.

The same woman who’d helped us the previous evening was back behind the counter. “How was that Smirnoff?” she asked. “Looking for another bottle?” [That's the issue with small towns; everyone knows your business!] I told her it was the worst stuff I’d tasted since that shot of vodka I’d sampled in a Bratislava grocery store decades earlier. That got a laugh out of her, and we chatted for about ten minutes about our respective overseas adventures, until I suddenly remembered why I was there. Two minutes and $15 later, I was on my way back to T’s place with what was reportedly a halfway decent bottle of California Cabernet.

As I walked into her place, the lights were off and no one was up front. I set the bottle down and slowly felt my way forward. The bedroom door was closed, and the rest of the place was nearly pitch-black. Because of the harsh Minnesota winters and the lack of decent insulation in her place, T keeps all the windows blocked year-round, because “it’s too much trouble to always be redoing them.” It’s like a goddamned cave in there; you can’t tell whether it’s day or night without opening the door and looking outside. I had my hands outstretched to aid in moving ahead, but thankfully it’s a very narrow hallway with no obstacles. I put my ear to the bedroom door but couldn’t make out any sounds. I thought about calling out, but instead I retraced my steps to the living room, stripped down to just my boxer briefs, and returned to where I’d just been standing.

As quietly as I could, I twisted the door handle and pulled the bedroom door open. The first thing I noticed was a pile of women’s clothes lying on the floor. Peeking around the corner, I saw two naked women erotically positioned and illuminated by the dim bedside lamp at the far side of the room. T was lying on her back, her thighs spread wide and the fingers of her left hand making slow circles around her clit. Donna was sitting on T’s face, grinding away, while the palms of her hands were pressed flat against the bedroom wall, since T’s double bed has no headboard. Neither woman was being particularly vocal – Donna was breathing hard, but quietly, whereas whatever sounds T was making were being directed straight into Donna’s vagina. I took off my boxers and began to stroke my cock, which was quickly at attention.

I was being quiet, but Donna turned her head and caught me out of the corner of her eye as I was standing at the side of the bed with my cock in my hand. “Guess—who’s—back?” Donna managed to announce, in between gasps for air. T mumbled something that I couldn’t understand, but Donna was apparently skilled at interpreting mouth-to-pussy speech. “She wants you to go down on her,” Donna translated, so I wasted no time climbing onto the bed and hopping to it. I pushed T’s hand aside and wrapped my lips around her little button-clit. I sucked on it hard, which really sets her off, and then I shoved two fingers deep into her pussy.

Eighteen months earlier, when T had the first of two back-to-back vaginal surgeries, she was worried they would affect her “pleasure parts,” as she called them. But for the past two nights, I was a witness that she was as orgasmic as she’d ever been. Meanwhile, Donna was raking her crotch up and down T’s mouth, and I looked up just as T took the hand she’d been using on her clit and stuck her middle finger deep into Donna’s ass. “Well, that’s an interesting turn of events,” I thought to myself. T was not a fan of anal play on herself, although she occasionally enjoyed it when I moistened my index finger and rimmed her butthole while simultaneously circling her clit with my tongue. She calls it “the double roundabout.” This was the first time I’d seen her finger-fuck another woman in the ass, although she’s never been shy about pounding a girlfriend’s other hole with her fingers. It didn’t take long for me to get T bucking and moaning, and I stayed with it until she exploded into a thigh-quivering orgasm.

After lifting myself up to catch a breath, I decided not to continue with more cunnilingus but instead mounted T, shoving my cock into her ultra-moist pussy. She made a half-hearted effort to push me away, but my 225 pounds was no match for her 140, so I stayed put. With Donna’s firm ass staring me in the face – she hadn’t dismounted from T’s face, despite already having had at least one orgasm – I balanced precariously on top of T and used my hands to grip Donna’s buttocks and spread them apart. Seconds later, she had the experience of two tongues on her, with one at each hole.

T mumbled something, with Donna apparently understanding her query, because she replied, “He’s got his tongue in my ass.” I sure did! But while focusing my attention on the shapely tush in front of me, I’d stopped fucking T and simply left my cock motionless, albeit balls-deep in her pussy. She seemed miffed by this lack of attention, because she responded by wrapping her legs around my thighs and humping up against me, fighting to attain yet another orgasm. Donna came with a grunt and a shudder, moaned, “Ohhhh, gawd!” and rolled off T’s face to collapse on the far side of the bed. Unfortunately, her unexpected dismount caused her knee to smack against the side of my head, and I think I might have lost consciousness for a few seconds. When I regained my senses, I’d rolled off T, having ended up on the same side of the bed where Donna had landed.

“Are you OK?” Donna asked, with concern in her voice. “Did I hurt you?” I pressed my hand to the spot where her knee had made contact with my skull. “No blood, no foul, I guess,” was my flippant reply, which was enough to elicit a hearty laugh from both women. It seemed like a good time to take a break, so I slid down to lie across the bottom edge of the mattress and laid my head on my outstretched arm. T said, “I think we could all use a drink,” and for once, I agreed that was a good idea. She climbed off the bed and slipped quickly into the kitchen, where we could hear her cursing because she couldn’t immediately find a corkscrew. I was torn between remaining in the bedroom and watching Donna play with her clit, which she was doing absent-mindedly, and following T into the kitchen to lend a hand with the wine. With the cry, “Zac – come here. I need you,” the decision was made for me.

I found T leaning back against the sink, the wine bottle in one hand and a fairly elaborate corkscrew device in the other. “I think I’m too high to figure this out,” she admitted, so I relieved her of both items and managed to extract the cork without damaging my hand, or my male ego. T looked absolutely delicious, nude with her pale pink nipples at full attention, her flushed skin accentuating the freckles on her chest, her red triangle down below curly and enticing, and the tang of pussy juice in the air. We stood there, wordlessly, for a few seconds – each checking out the other person’s body – until she reached out and wrapped her hand around my semi-tumescent cock. Then, she uttered a sentence any red-blooded male would love to hear in that situation: “I want to watch you fuck Donna, and then I’ll clean you both up.”

She and I have performed this act before, but the last time was pre-COVID. Back in 2019, while spending a fuck-filled four-day weekend in a St. Paul Airbnb, she’d picked up a waitress at the neighborhood pastry shop. We’d gone there for breakfast two days in a row, where during each visit T got more and more flirty with the young woman behind the counter. On Day Three, after telling me to pay the bill and then scram, she somehow talked Simone into coming over to our place once her shift ended at noon. Awaiting her arrival, T told me Simone was only interested in girl-on-girl sex, which was OK with me. And true to her word, Simone showed up on time, stripped off her clothes, and dove into T’s pussy as if she hadn’t had sex in months – which turned out to be the case. I sat on the sidelines, stroking and watching, as they both worked each other into multiple orgasmic frenzies. Taking a break, T said to Simone, “I’m thinking about sucking Zac’s cock, because I love the taste of his cum, but I’d like it even better if it came dripping out of your pussy.” Simone seemed more than a bit skeptical, until T told her that I’d do her doggy-style so she didn’t have to see me fucking her, and that I’d do my best to ejaculate quickly. Given the stroke job I’d been doing on myself the previous 30 minutes, that last part wasn’t going to be a problem. Simone agreed, somewhat reluctantly, and I took her from behind – a deliciously tight 22-year-old pussy that needed only half a dozen pumps to get blasted. T fulfilled her part of the bargain and even managed to make Simone orgasm one last time as my man-jizz ended up all over T’s face and then down her throat.

On this evening, however, there was no reluctant acceptance on Donna’s part. I carried three full wine glasses into the bedroom, distributed them accordingly, and then T announced the next stage in our hours-long fuck-fest. As soon as T explained what she wanted us to do, Donna and I looked at each other and asked, nearly simultaneously, “How do you want me?” That got all three of us laughing, but T had her own idea. “Do her missionary, Zac, so the cum won’t leak out before I gobble it up.” Thankfully I wasn’t drinking from my wineglass at that moment, because I would have probably done a spit-take onto her lovely striped cotton sheets. Instead, I drained the last of the liquid and handed my glass to T, who set it down on the nightstand closest to the bedroom door. Then I dove forward to shove my face into Donna’s crotch.

I’d caught her by surprise, but she didn’t voice a single objection, instead sliding her butt forward so she could lie flat on the bed. I tongued her slit for a minute or two – she tasted really good – and then hopped up onto my knees and guided my dick into her pussy hole. Donna reached up and pushed against my shoulders. I thought she was doing that to get me off her, but she only wanted to create enough room to pull her knees up and press them against my chest. This was actually a very effective fucking position for me, because her legs acted as a sort of spring against which I could thrust and retract. She supplied at least half of the motion, and I was able to hang onto her knees for leverage instead of having to use my arms to bear the weight of my body.

We built up a good rhythm, with lots of heavy breathing on both our parts. Meanwhile, T was sitting cross-legged on her side of the bed, finger-fucking herself with an in-and-out motion that matched my own pussy pounding. Just as T said to Donna, “Don’t be surprised, but he sometimes takes a while to come,” I froze on the downstroke as my cock pumped three or four streams of cum deep into Donna’s pussy. All she said was, “Done?” and when I could only nod my head, she used her legs to push me off her while holding her ass up off the bed. T swooped in and dove for the gusto, first licking up the drops of cum that had dripped off my cock as I withdrew, and then using her fingers to dig deep for the rest of the load.

I managed to stand up at the foot of the bed, knees sagging a bit against the edge of the mattress to maintain my balance. T was really slurping up what I’d left for her, and I jacked my dick a bit as I watched. Having completed her task on Donna, T spun around and licked me clean. “Fuck, that was fun!” she exclaimed, and then guzzled down the rest of the wine in her glass.

We’d easily passed the three-hour mark, and I was exhausted. The ladies climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom, while I flopped down onto the mattress with the aim of slipping off to dreamland. T had other ideas, however. “Hey,” she called out, which awakened me from my near-slumber. “Donna’s staying over, so you’ll have to camp out on the couch.” I began to object, but my argument fell on deaf ears. “There’s just no room, Zac. Sorry. You’ll find an extra pillow and a blanket in the room where my clothes are.” I passed Donna on my way down the hall, pillow and blanket in hand. She’d stopped off in the kitchen for a glass of water and patted me on the ass while I was setting things up on the couch. I straightened up and gave her a kiss on the cheek, but she put her hand gently on the side of my face – coincidentally, the same side where she’d kneed me earlier – and gave me a deep kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you in the morning, OK?” she whispered. I thanked her for an amazingly fun time, which got a shy smile from her before she returned to the bedroom and closed the door.

I’m sure I fell asleep within minutes of stretching out on the couch. At six-foot-zero, I had just enough room to lie on my side (my preferred sleeping position) with my knees slightly bent. Even so, my head was pressed against one arm of the couch, and my feet rested up against the other one. Many hours later – I had no idea of the time, since the windows were blocked and my iPhone was in the other room – I was awakened by something stroking my lower leg. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I imagined it was my cat, Jemima, since she rubs up against me every morning as if to say, “Hey, human. It’s time for my breakfast.” So, when I opened my eyes to see Donna perched on the edge of the couch, as naked as she’d been the night before, I regained full consciousness damned quickly.
She put her finger to her lips and motioned for me to slide over. As skinny as she was, there was still hardly any room to accommodate her lying next to me, so she ended up mostly on top, one knee between my legs, her well-trimmed crotch pressed against my hip, her breasts against my chest, and her mouth a mere inch from mine. “I know T isn’t into morning sex,” Donna said in a very low voice, “but I hear you’re quite the fan, right?” I agreed and lifted my head up so I could give her a good-morning kiss. She slipped her tongue into my mouth while reaching down and wrapping her fingers around my rapidly rising cock. “Mmm, morning wood is the best wood, don’t you agree?” she teased. She squeezed me gently, and we continued to make out as she ground her pussy against my hip bone. Once she determined I was sufficiently erect, Donna threw her leg across my body and straddled me effortlessly. “You were on top last night, so now it’s my turn,” she said. Before I could object – not that it even occurred to me to do so – she had my cock all the way inside her pussy and was rocking back and forth on it with gusto. I reached up and tugged on her small nipples, which were like rock-hard cherries, and she worked her way into two very quick and enthusiastic orgasms.
Donna climbed off after her second orgasm but recognized I hadn’t had one. She teased me a bit with her tongue on the very tip of my cock, pushing my hands away as I tried (unsuccessfully) to engage her mouth more fully. “Be a good boy and put your hands behind your head,” she instructed, “or else I’ll leave you to take matters into your own hands.” At my age, I wasn’t sure how much cum I could muster, given the prodigious amount I’d pumped into her pussy just six or seven hours earlier, but any blow job was better than no blow job. [I think I read that saying needlepointed on a pillow, once.] Donna continued to tease my twitching cock, using only her tongue and resting her hands on either side of my body for balance. She must have toyed with me like this for 10 or 15 minutes before finally relenting and taking my dick all the way into her mouth. Her tongue action continued to be amazing as she bobbed her head up and down only slightly. Still, it was enough of a turn-on for me that I managed to ooze out a bit of cum as I orgasmed. Donna gave me a pretty smile, climbed off the couch, and said she was heading to the shower. “You could probably use one, too,” she insisted, so I joined her under a thin stream of warm water and soaped up her body as she returned the favor. We didn’t get into anything more sexual, but I truly enjoyed the mutual contact.

T climbed out of her bedroom about an hour later, already dressed for the day in a t-shirt and yoga pants. Donna and I were sitting on the couch, a respectable distance away from each other, as we watched a local TV news show. T greeted each of us with a kiss and then went into the kitchen to brew herself a cup of tea. Upon her return, she squeezed in between us and stretched out her legs so her feet rested on the coffee table. Looking at each of us in turn, she asked, “So, did you two have a nice morning fuck?” Before either of us could answer, though, she leaned over and kissed Donna on the mouth. “Thanks for taking one for the team,” she giggled. “You know I’m not into pre-noon dick.” I shot back, “I guess I'll set my alarm for 12:05 then.” T stuck out her tongue at me and said, “You’re leaving for St. Paul as soon as you get packed, and Donna will help me with my clothing once you leave.”

After that comeback, I had nothing more to say, so I placed my pjs and my shaving kit into my suitcase and headed for the door. T forestalled me as I passed through the kitchen and wrapped her arms around me in a sensuous hug. “I’ll see you on Friday, lover,” she breathed into my ear, and moments later I was in my car. My final, fleeting thought as I drove down Broadway toward the highway was, “Well, I think my tongue AND my cock can use the three-day break.”

Sometimes i wish strangers would show up and take me some random place tear my cloths to pieces and force me to wear sissy cloths while they rape my ass and mouth essentialy breeding me then tying me to a random object with a but plug left in and tape on my mouth so they can take pictures writing on me degrading words then let me go with cum trapped in my ass by the plug and cum in my mouth sealed by the tape

I dont think motherless has enough ads and popups on this site tbh. I mean, you only get at most 3 pop up ads when you open a page, I think for every picture you wish to view or a video you want to watch there should be an ad that pops up and will not go away for 30 seconds, yea that would make this site better imo. And the ads arent nearly loud enough. My roommate is only being woken up twice every night during my motherless fap session due to the ads of filthy cam girls sticking random objects up their vagoo. What say you? this site could use this welcomed change, you bunch of niggers

I love using random objects on women. It's just so much fun. Finger them, eat them, get them super wet then finish them with their hairbrush or toothbrush or a flashlight or a sharpie marker etc. Im all about the randomness. Like you're really really close, awesome suck me off while I finish you with a highlighter! Talk about feeling like a whore, they taste your cum and when they look down it's their hairbrush sticking out, not even their toy...  You know they're tossing it. No way they can handle it the next day! Oh your ex was really into cigars, I can do that. Ever shove 5 highlighters in a whore, slip paper under her, an tell her to make art while you skull fuck her? She was a 20 year old art major... framed it... gave it to her parents for Christmas. Even had a couple stains on it because she gagged!

The other thing I love is putting it in their ass. Probably 15 years ago I discovered awesome plugs, every girlfriend gets one around month 3. Inserted every date. Inserted every session. I always tease publicly just so they know I'm serious. The old wireless eggs sucked but the Lush 3 is worth every penny. Set it to your phone, get them going hard while sucking. Then pull it, finish with a random in. There's times I've used the fat sharpie in the truck just to leave something in their snatch while they swallow a load. First time they don't want a load in public I'm cool. That night they're teased relentlessly, multiple O's, multiple songs, just rolling O's and lots of lube. Until I'm bored an then I pull the plug and ass fuck them. Odd how many women prefer swallowing a load with a butt plug in vs actually taking it up the ass. After that they're pretty broken. You want head on the beach, they'll unzip you. You bored watching movie previews, their mouth is your entertainment...

Best part, consistent unbroken string of women over a 20 year period... my wife has no clue. Co-workers, friends, sports rivals, hell the 20 year old was a Karen's daughter my wife hated. We go to Church an my wife thinks my phone is buzzing because of work texts.... nope... 14 Bluetooth connections and one of them gonna see God, maybe it's hers, maybe not. Lush needs a group toy session so you can set off all 14. Pastor gonna think it's a damn miracle!

This is why I enjoy submissive girls. I ordered my girlfriend to masturbate with random objects and she did...on video.

I confess I can't stop thinking about my first. She was short, dirty blond hair, blue eyes that could steal your soul. I recently seen a older pic of her in high school that a friend uploaded...it reminded me of everything we did...

I first saw her a few times around school. She was fairly new to our high school (we has about 350 students total in our high school). My best friend at the time, had something going on with her, it did not seem like nothing serious, and I was right. In a week, they broke off what ever they had, and he started dating her best friend. It was because of my best friend's random relationship with this girl, I was introduced to my first love, who I still think about to this day...

It was Dec 31, her Birthday. She invited her best friend, who invited my best friend, who invited me. Attendance was pretty small. Consisted of 5 girls, 3 guys. We did not really do much as a party, more like all of us in the living room, on the floor talking; It was there we played the first of a few games. Spin the bottle. I remember her not being shy at all when it came to kissing me, but of course, all the kisses where harmless kisses on the cheek. In fact I had my eyes set on a different girl at the party, but she was too shy to kiss me at all.

Soon this game became tiresome, so we took it one step further, seven minuets in heaven. So we all put our names on the pieces of paper and put it into two hats, one for guys, one for girls. Names were drawn from each hat. First it was my best friend and her best friend, okay cool by me, they were dating at the time. Then my name was drawn, I felt a lump raise it way up my throat, and I stared at the other hat, wishing it was the girl I was crushing on at the party, but when the name was read, I sighed, it was the birthday girl. We both got up, and went into her room.

When I got into her room I let out a little gasp, in fact I can remember her room today like I just came out of it. Pictures of horses covered every inch of wall she could reach. I had no clue about horses at the time, so all of this was new. While I was looking around I heard a click at the door, she locked the door behind us. I instantly got nervous, and receded into my shy self. I set down on the corner of the bed. She did not have a real bed to say, just a old mattress in the corner of the room on the floor. I did notice I sat on something, a Screwdriver. I picked it up looking at it intently, she quickly snatched the object of my gaze out of my hand (I later found out she used the end of the handle to masturbate with, if I only knew then!!) and then said bluntly to me.

"We can do whatever you want..." She let the end trail off. I quickly looked down turning my gaze away from her.

"Maybe we can just talk, I see you like horses" I don't know if it was just me, but I herd a sigh of relief come from her as she say down next to me.

"They are the love of my life" She said looking around the posters "I have two, a Appaloosa and a Paint, my two boyfriends" I let out a chuckle and relaxed a bit. we talked for the rest of the time we had before the rest of them came and got us from the room. I flashed her a big smile when we sat back down in the living room. After a few more couples got paired up, she called out her name then mine again. Back into the room we went.

"What now?" she said with a sly grin on her face "Still wana talk" I silently nodded yes and sat down on the bed, my back to the wall. "You know they will be expecting us to do something" she carried on casually, so I started to unbutton my shirt a bit, untuck a few corners of my shirt, then messed up my hair.

"There, you do the same and we won't disappoint the crowd." I said with a chuckle as she followed suit.

"You know, you are different, you respect me. I like that" she said while getting closer to me. she reached her hand towards mine. I flinched a bit, then relaxed as her finger intertwined with mine. I never held a girls hand before like this, my mother yes, but not another girl.

My insides were turning. My stomach was doing flips, my breathing got shallow. I thought I was getting sick. I was wrong. I was falling in love. Soon time flew past and our seven mins were up, but instead of getting up when they came knocking on the door, she invited them all in.

"Might as well, getting late and some people have to go" she laid down, almost pulling me with her. there we lay, under the covers just holding hands. My best friend, who I car pooled with to get to her place (I had no clue of the location) said that we needed to go. I let out a big sigh and say okay and sat up; I was quickly pulled back down by my new found lover who whispered in my ear "I need a kiss before you go, for new years and my birthday..." So i leaned over her, and trembling, I let my lips press firmly against her's. Fireworks exploded in my head and heart, as the moment seemed to last forever...

So here I am am, 10 years after this relationship began. I still get sappy inside thinking about here even though I am engaged, have a beautiful daughter that I love with all my life but I can't help and wish for a time machine, to go back to the 2 years I spent with my first of everything and try to make it work out. Move with her when she moved away or something...

I really don't know while I wrote this, nothing even sexual about it. I mean I could go into detail of the first time me and her did stuff...but the sex is not what I remember most about her. It's the summers down at the lake with her family, The cold nights just hanging out in the barn, everyday driving her home, only to wrestle in the living room tickling each other to death, or the long talk about what we wanted to do with our lives..

God I am pathetic. I just can't stop thinking about her somedays..

I said that we really needed to know what was going on. I announced that I would need instruments for this and that he would need to let me do.. The idea of ​​putting him a speculum gave me an adrenaline rush. When I spoke about retractors he started to be very anxious and he asked me just why. He wanted to know if there was not another way to do it. I told him that with X-rays there was no need to go inside but that I personally preferred that method.

He was distraught. He clung to the idea of ​​X-rays and wanted to know why we would not simply choose that. I told him some more random things, like because we started like this, and that now it was too late, that I had already chosen..

He was so confused. I told him that I understood he was nervous but that he would nevertheless be examined this way. I had now three good reasons to justify it and I named them to him: the monitoring of his prostate, finding the cause of his erections and teaching him to control his needs.

He resigned himself and I told him that it was for his own good. I said we had to finish the night, I took my cream and my gloves, kissed him and went out. As I walked to my room I felt scandalous. How far would that lead me? I realized that the next step, buying material to set up sessions, went beyond a simple impulse. I fell asleep reassured to have had a wise thought.

In the morning I was no more sure of anything. I was seeing my son's anxiety when he suddenly pulled me out of my thoughts. "When are you going to use instruments?" It made me feel like an electric shock. He don't asked if I was going to do it, but when! The runaway train in my head got back on the rails.

I answered without thinking. "Soon honey, I have first to choose them." He went to school and his question turned in my head. When? I imagined what he was feeling. "Mom will investigate me. She is going to spread me with instruments." Of course I was going to do it! My poor bit of restraint was already flying away.

I took my keys, my wallet and I left for the pharmacy. I felt unfair doing it while he was at school but I loved that feeling. I started to switch the painting gloves for real examination gloves and the moisturizer with medical lubricant.

Then came the matter of the speculum. I did not know how to make my request. I explained that it was for a tinkering, to help my son to fill balloons.. I don't know if it was credible but all I saw was a plastic one, of average size. I was not enthusiastic at all but I took it as it was was the only model on sale.

I came home disappointed. Do I had to be happy with this plastic thing that could even harm if it broke? I wanted something more suitable and I decided to see what I could find online. And there I came across unexpected things! There was something for everyone. And I arrived after a while where I was the most enthralled.

It was a medical supply site. I went to the gastroenterology section and there I found myself like in a candy shop. Stainless steel everywhere, and what I would call beautiful objects. It was quite expensive, but really something else than my wretched single-use speculum. It was not even going to be used! I stopped my research and created my account on the spot. My fingers got in a muddle on the keyboard as I was like in a fever

I ordered two very technical ones, specifically made for the anus. The most expensive, of radial type, was a kind of long cylinder with multiple blades overlapping each other and opening somewhat like a camera lens, and a four way expander, bigger, which opens in an inverted cone shape. It is an assembly of four sort of "spoons" with a deployment in a V that act rather over the rectal walls than the anal area.

I'm a strait dude, I fucking love woman. Even ugly ones sometimes lol. But I've always had a thing for banging my ashole with whateve i can find. Then I got bored of puting fake objects and fake dicks up my ass. I started fantasing about getting fucked really hard and feel the cum explode in my ass, I'm getting hard writing this lol. I ended to find he right situation. One no be would find out, cause I'm strait, I don't want people thinking I'm gay. I don't kiss cuddle hold hands or go on dates with dudes, but omg did I wnt to get fucked by one. I have a gay cousin, were close and his gay buddy's always hit on me. Im flatterd buy it, but then i meet this one friend of his and knew, i wanted him to pound my asshole. I talked dirty with him, i had him so horny and hard. I ended up leaving without any gay contact, before I piled into my home, I was like fuck it, go back and get fucked. So i did, i ws nervous, bit once i was layinf there stroking my cock to gay porn why he got things more in the mood, i just went to a sexual state of mind,and let him eat my ass, suck my cock, and annihilate my ass. I fucking loved it. My favorite is spread eagle legs on the side of my head while he fucked me rough. He was surprised I could take such a fucking my first time, but my ashole is no stranger to penetration. Just real dick. I loved it so much that I sucked his dick a lttle. I wanted to taste my ass mixed with a little of his cum. Now i want to have a load shot in my mouth while another is cumming up my ass. Istill havent kissed a guy or anything but I love getting fucked in my was so much that I have to admit I'm gay, I like it when I'm called a fag while getting fucked. I'm fingering my ass right now, it needs a cock, but then not one available, I'm gonna find random things

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

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

Question to discuss:
your girl fucked a nigger..

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

I am 28 years old, live by myself with my dog, and havent dated in almost 2 years since my last boyfriend cheated on me. Since then I have become addicted to huge toys and random objects in my ass and pussy.

My little brother was living at home with my mom, but they were having a lot of issues, I knew this was in large part to my mom being a push over so I told her that I would let him stay with me and deal with him.

I think just being in a new environment and everything did the trick. That is until a few weeks ago. I started to notice that my panties would go missing, but then they would be in the dirty laundry, full of my little brother's cum.

At first I didnt say anything, I would just smell or lick his cum out of my panties and wash them. This went on for a couple weeks until he escalated to putting the panties he used back in my drawer. I noticed this one morning getting dressed and I slipped on a pair of boy shorts and felt they were wet and gooey right on my crotch.

I instantly started to rub my pussy and fell back onto my bed. I grabbed my hitatchi and was squirting into my panties within minutes. I called into work and walked into the kitchen in just my panties and bra. You could clearly see that my panties were soaked through.

Kyle walked into the kitchen and just stopped frozen, staring at me. I just looked over my shoulder at him and bit my lower lip. We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

He finally left for school and I spent the entire day watching porn and using my toys. But I went into the guest bedroom Kyle was staying in with my laptop and a few of my favorite toys. I squirted all over his bed multiple times.

Once I was worn out I took off my bra and panties and left them on his bed. I got a shower and put on a new bra and panties that were very sexy, lacy, and low cut, and then I slipped on a pair of sexy heels.

I was cooking dinner when Kyle got home from school and he went straight into his room. I had finished dinner and went to go get him out of his room. Right before I knocked, I stopped and decided to just barge in on him to see what he was doing.

I opened the door really quick and saw my little brother with my panties wrapped around his cock. He didnt say anything, just kind of freaked out and tried to cover himself up. I just giggled and walked over to him, strutting my hips as I walked. I pushed him against the dresser, wrapped my hand around his throat and I could feel him shaking, and whispered in his ear "no more cumming without your big sissy's help, understand lil boy"

I backed my face away from his just enough so he could see my smirk and said "Good boy, now its time for dinner"

I let him go and strutted my stuff walking out of his room, knowing he was staring at my ass. After a very quiet dinner watching American Psycho...I made him go clean up the kitchen as I drank some wine and laid on the couch, spread across all the seats after I took off my heels.

I was so wet thinking about playing with my lil brother. He came back to watch the movie with me and sat at the other end of the couch. I put my feet in his lap and told him to massage them for me. I was kind of surprised at how well he rubbed my feet, but I still over did my moans a little bit to tease him. After about 30 minutes I started to rub my feet against his hard cock.

"Thank you for leaving me my gift that I found in my panties this morning"

He just got super red and didnt know what to say. I consoled him and told him that I loved it and what I had done all day. I told him that if he wanted to continue to get off under my roof, he wasnt allowed to do so without me.

He agreed and I told him to come with me and led him into my room. I laid on my bed and told him to get onto and massage my back. He started to get on the bed and I stopped him, told him to strip down for me. ALL the way.

He was such a good little boy, stripped down and his big cock sprung out. He sat over my ass and started giving me an amazing massage. I could feel his cock throbbing against my ass cheeks.

I asked him if he wanted to cum in the panties that I was wearing. He said yes of course, but didnt know what I had in mind.

I made him lay on his back and grabbed his cock. I pulled his cock inside my panties and started to grind my pussy against his cock, I was so wet I thought he was going to pop into my pussy.

I told him not to cum until I instructed him to do so and it was a waste of time. He covered my pussy within moments. I slapped him hard across the face and told him "Bad boy, now you have to be punised"

I pulled off my panties and sat on his face and made him lick my pussy clean. It was a strong mix of his cum and all the juices from my pussy. Once all his cum was gone he really started to suck on my clit and I squirted all over his face.
Then I took my panties and stuffed them into his mouth and told him to roll over on his stomach and close his eyes.

I got up and put my strapon on and grabbed a bottle of lube. I lubed up my strapon cock and his cute little ass. I was expecting him to resist but he just laid there. I slid my strapon into his ass and held him down. He just moaned and pushed his ass back against me.

"Ohh, you like having your ass fucked lil brother? You like having your big sissy fuck your ass?" and I thrusted into him even harder.

I started getting into a crazy fucking his ass and started to cum. I didnt squirt this time but it was still an amazing orgasm. I slid out of his ass and cuddled my lil brother as the big spoon and reached over and grabbed his soft cock.

"Did my good lil boy cum?" I asked

"Yes, I did twice"

"Twice?!? Wow, that is a good lil boy."

He asked me what this means now, between us. I told him as long as he keeps behaving, is a good lil boy for me, I will keep his cock and his ass happy. If he isnt, he can go and live with mom again.

Needless to say I wake up every morning getting my pussy eaten out. Then I return the favor and we get ready for the day.

His birthday is coming up and I told him he can do whatever he wants for an entire weekend with me. I told him in advance so he could start planning.

Cant wait to see whats in store for me...

I need someone who would randomly and relentlessly milk my cock throughout the day without regard of where we were, what we were doing or whether I wanted it or not. Just randomly pull my cock out and milk it until I cum and carry on like nothing happened. It's always been a fantasy to be treated like an object that is to be made to cum rather than a person.