My Master keeps having me in trouble even when not around to have fun. The toys He chose keep on texting and calling me and visiting surprised how come the devilish toy is not up for some trouble. Just spoken with prude she wants they come to stay over my place for a week!!! And it’s same with others. Prof and wolf pack and bi couple and dom couple they keep on inviting me! Even the friend that my Master calls jazz.. can’t stop being surprised that my Master is not up for fun.. so very strange for the Devil

I confess my ex wife and I have remarried but a couple of months ago she called and wanted to go to lunch. She was nervous acting then just came right out and asked did I wanna get a motel room.  Instantly Made my dick hard just thinking about it. An hour later we were on motel bed in a 69. The feeling of her mouth going up and down on my cock while my tongue Is buried in her pussy and asshole is fucking amazing. She even let me do some ass to mouth which I’ve always wanted to do. When she’s horny and her husband isn’t around she’ll text me this little devil emoji 😈to let me know she’s ready to go again. It’s erotic as fuck

So, I have a confession. More of an admission I guess.

I'm not homosexual, maybe I'm bisexual. It's hard to tell, because I've never been with a man. I've always loved women, and I'll never stop wanting them. But lately, I've been thinking about experimenting with being a "bottom".

I guess I should start from the beginning here. The last girl I was with, I guess it was a year or so ago, was the love of my life. I had finally found the girl I wanted to marry, to be with until one of us died. I was happy, and she was EXTREMELY adventurous sexually. Our first night together before we were a couple involved a threesome with her friend. It was actually initiated by her friend actually. That's another tale though.

SO, after we started really dating, things clicked quick, and we fell in love. Love isn't something that I throw around without meaning, she's actually the first of any of the girls I was with that I truly felt it for.

Sex was fantastic. We fucked like rabbits, we fucked in public, in my car, just, wherever, whenever. I STILL to this day dream about the sex. Well, while she would be blowing me, she would always massage around with her other hand, and one day, she went low and started pushing her finger against my asshole.

I never really got into the idea of having my ass fondled, but she was the kind of girl who would convince me to jump off of a cliff. I mean, this girl was heavenly, with a mix of the devil. Natural beauty, un-dyed Raven hair, tits that were out of this world, hell I doubt I'll ever do better.

Anyway, so she starts working around it, and I'm not so much in a panic, but just wondering what I should do. Damn if she didn't figure it out for me, a quick deep throat made me release whatever pucker I had as I felt the ecstasy of her pleasuring, and she worked her finger right in.

She looked at me, and just held her finger in as she stroked my cock with her other hand, and smiled. I smiled too, because, I loved her, in my head I was worried that if I enjoyed it, she might think I was weird.

Well, more and more times during sex, she would work her finger in during a blow job right to the point where she started working her finger in and out. I didn't stop her, because she enjoyed it, and honestly I did too now. It was an extra pleasuring to my already fantastic fucking.

I decided to pay her back with some ass play of my own one day, and I turned her on her belly as I massaged her, working down along the hump of her bottom, spreading her cheeks and working my tongue in. She moaned in joy as I tongued her ass and fingered her clit at the same time. I had never eaten a girl's ass before, but if there was a girl to try it on, it was her. I had fun, she was very clean, as am I, so I wasn't worried about anything "gross". Who am I kidding, I freaked out at first, but in the moment, you just go all in. You know it.

Well, the next night, she decided to PAY me back for her pleasure. She told me to lay on my back, because she wanted to give me a massage. I told her it wasn't a big deal, because massages didnt do it for me. They still really dont. I don't find them too erotic unless I get a bj at the end. Which I never did haha.

She playfully tells me to just do it, so I abide. She starts massaging me, and after a few moments, I realize she started working a lotion around my bottom. Now, I've been told that if I posted a picture of my ass, and hid the fact that I was a dude, I could have men jerking off to it. I've often considered doing it as a joke. Then revealing that the ass belonged to good ol' me. Anyway, back to the story..

She starts rubbing lotion on me, and beckons for me to get up on my knees and elbows. She starts to use the lotion to stroke my dick and balls, and it feels fucking fantastic. I'm wondering to myself, "My god, how can it get any more awesome??!!" When all of a sudden, I feel a warm moistness start to tickle around my cheeks. I tensed up when I felt her breath roll over my ass, a little warm air against my bottom.

Suddenly, she begins licking and rolling her lips around my ass hole as she strokes. I tried my best to not cum, but it was probably the best feeling I've ever had in my entire life. I came BUCKETS. I'm pretty sure I applauded her.

So, some time passes, and one day after lunch on a weekend, she tells me she wants to start using toys. Again, I've never used toys. Never really figured much for them, as I have the perfect toy for a girl right between the legs.

I tell her to get whatever she wants, and we'll try them out. So, a few days later a package from Amazon shows up at our door (we lived together for a bit in a nice rental house) and low and behold, she ordered a vibrating dildo.

I joked with her and said I was sad that she didn't think my dick was up to par anymore and she laughed and said that they were the same size, she just wanted to try a few things. So the night the dildo came, I was eager to see what she had in mind.

She asked me if I'd fuck her in her ass. I'd never had anal sex with a girl before. Don't get me wrong, I tried. My ex some time before her flew off the bed in pain because I was too big. And since then, its never really been anything I thought of doing. The vagina and mouth work just as well.

I said hell yeah, and after careful careful careful amounts of effort, we got it in, and the fuck began. At first it was slow, incredibly slow. Almost to the point where I was just wanting to take it out and fuck her normal. But, as she always did, she surprised me. She started fucking speeding up to the point where it was like I was railing away at her like normal. I still was careful, I'd read too many horror stories.

In all this, I'd forgotten about the dildo. The purple, ugly, veiny didlo. The damn thing sat next to her as I fucked her ass sideways.

Now, I've watched a lot of pornos. And they've been the best education a man could ever need. I grabbed the damn thing, I never held one before, so it was like holding another man's penis. Odd. I decided I was going to double penetrate my girlfriend. I slowed down enough to work it in, and with the satisfactory moan from her, I did my best to maintain a rhythm. Eventually, I handed the rains of ol' Veiny to her and it was epic. She came a lot, I came a lot, and it was a fantastic night.

A few nights later, because I was out of town, I came home to her in a sexy little number and the ol Veiny on the bed. I figured we'd be repeating the night we had earlier in the week, and I was excited. The way she could work a dick, damn I hate the guy who she's with now...

So, we set about it, and she gets the lube out and starts applying it all over the dildo. I kind of had an idea what she was up to. I'm not a moron, and I'm horny like 99% of the time. The other percent I'm sleeping. She asks if she can use it on me.

I stared at her for a while wondering if there was a wrong answer here. I didn't know if it'd be like Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade, where I had to "Choose Wisely", or not. I decided, since she and I had been having wild nights, what the hell. We only live once.

Well, haha, it didn't work out. I did not have the anal space for anything like that, and honestly, I was terrified. I could tell she was disappointed, but not completely downtrodden about it. She told me that we'd have to work up to it. I agreed, if only to appease her.

So over the next couple of months, she would use two fingers instead of one, increasing slowly to three, to the point where it almost hurt when she was working her hand in and out.

Well, things didn't work out between us, and we ended up breaking up before ol' Veiny ended up anywhere near my ass. This is where I'm at now, and I can't figure out what's going on in my head.

I've had thoughts about having a dick jammed into my ass, and it subsequently railing it. I mean, not just any dick, a fit, young fellow like myself. Not a beary old dude. I dunno, there's just something about it that turns me on. I dunno if its because I still am drawn back to the passion with my ex, and kind of "finishing" what we set out to do, or what. I mean if that was the case, I'd just stick a dildo up there and call it a day. I think there's more to it than that.

I have what some may say is a sexy penis. Its not ugly or funny looking, its just exactly what its supposed to be. And I think thats the kind of penis I'd hope for haha. I see some of them in porn, and its kind of a turn off. So, I know its not the penis that draws me.

I've thought, maybe just a girl with a strap on? But I dunno, I feel like if I were to go that far, why not have it be a real, pulsing, throbbing cock?

These are questions I ask myself all the time. I know I love women, but maybe I'm not opposed to the idea of an attractive man. Only sexually though. I couldn't have a "relationship", per se. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm a supporter of equal rights, politically, sexually, you name it. I'm just not gay in that way. If at all. I think its a sort of bicurious attraction that I'll never fullfill. I dunno. I just had to get it out I suppose. I don't really talk to anyone about my sexual habits, so I figure a sex message board might be the place to do it.

Good day perverts!

Recently I have obtained all of NIKKI SIMS works since her founding of Nikkisplaymates, I have only chose to download the videos because this isnt 1990 and I need motion to get off, I physically have everything she has done in 2012 downloaded including all of her cam shows, I havent went back further but I can if needed, I have chose not to upload all of the files as there are an ungodly number so I am taking request, If there is any videos of her before january of 2013, camshow or otherwise let me know and I will upload it, know that at this moment choosing something from 2012 will gaurentee it being uploaded quicker, also if anyone has any tips as to what to tag it with to avoid it getting deleted it would be apreciated, her material doesnt stay up very long.
(I can also email you the torrent file if you would like to leave me an adress)

Cheers, Mr Deville

True Story
Be Very Careful What You Get Yourself Into

MY GIRLFRIENDS SECRET DESIRE'S (2)

This is continued from part (1)

My girlfriend is 22 Michelle (Mich) she told me about her desires well more fantasies and one of these fantasies was mine to, she wanted to be Pussy and Anal DP,
She was an Anal virgin till we threw an after pub crawl party back at our home, we thought everyone had gone home, we retired in a state of being very drunk Mich had been slipped a couple of Pills to relax her they certainly worked
we was both completely naked as we got to our bed it was pitch black all but the light coming from the landing hall light.
I finger Mich licking her pussy slipping a few fingers up her pussy and my thumb up her ass then i fucked her ass real good she screamed in pain at first then orgasmed and squirted we made love properly, Mich was riding me i caught a shadow as it came closer i could see it was my closest friend Peter who i had asked advice from about taking Mich's anal virginity and if i should get her Dp he was also best buddies with Mich, he stood there masturbating in the dark before moving behind Mich i pulled Mich down tight on to my chest she never noticed there was another person in the room with us as Peter gently got on the bed and positioned himself rite behind her with one thrust he was fucking her ass as i pussy fucked her, she screamed again more with shock than pain we fucked her with out her knowing it was Peter up her ass fucking her real deep and hard, was almost complete silence just grunts and groans in the air, Peter shot a massive load up Mich's ass i continued pussy fucking her 2-3 mins after in came Mich rolled off me lay by my side, i went fora wee and to see Peter but he was gone no sight of him, he had slipped out gone,

Mich said she had enjoyed me taking her ass virginity it wasn't as bad as her mate made out if fact she love to do again and the DP she had many multi orgasms body shakers She asked when we could do a Dp again and suggested maybe we could do it with our friend Peter she rather it be with someone we knew not a stranger,

Both of our fantasies had been completed, but Mich had a second fantasy she did want to get gangbanged by a group of men didn't matter the size length thickness of there cock, but no black guy's she wasn't racist or anything like that she just didn't want her holes ruined as she had seen a few black guy's cock and they was all really long and thick.
her idea was to work up to them maybe.
I was didn't really want her being gangbang especially in all holes even though thinking about seeing her well fucked and me joining in made me super horny and hard

Anyway back to the story, after Mich suggested we do another DP And wanted Peter to join us, (only if she knew it was Peter who took her ass when doing the first DP,
I was able after a few weeks to track him down its as if he had gone into hiding, i caught him in his local Pub he sore me and was trying to make a quick exit out the side door fortunately for me it was locked,
he had to talk now, we sat having a pint he was embarrassed said sorry for sneaking around and he didn't know what got in him when he banged Mich's ass, came then ran he couldn't face us,
I had to tell him Mich had absolutely no idea it was him, but she wanted to do another DP and she suggested he be the one to join us
Peter's jaw dropped he couldn't believe what i was proposing to him, he thought i would have wanted to kill him not let him fuck my girlfriend again, as i had confided in him and he gave me his advise.

I took him back to our house with me, along the way we picked up some beer's and a few bottles red wine and a bottle of Bacardi with a bottle of coke to put in it for Mich, we got back and was suggested we got a take away and wated a movie, we started watching a chick flic take away arrived, we ate finished watching the film, had a few drinks Mich was in her going out sexy gear, as we was planning on going out, but obviously i bumped into Peter,
we got chatty had a few more drinks Mich sat between us me on one side Peter on the other, Peter said thank god that movie is over was shite, how about watching an online movie, i noticed you have you laptop running through your Tv monitor, Mich handed Peter the mouse and key board, he flicked the laptop on and was searching movies, i noticed he was searching through a porn site, he had typed in mainstream explicit,
he then said this is a good one, Darker Sides of Elise or something like that, we began to watch Mich was putting away the wine was getting very lively, giggling, flirting,
she was snogging me full on French kisses, every now and then turning to give Peter a little snog, as the film went along there was some very risky scenes full on porn, Mich noticed this and was fixed to the screen, she put her hands on both our thighs and could make out she was wriggling i put my hand up her skirt and her panties was getting very moist

Peter turned her head put his hand inside her top under her bra squeezing her tit, and stared to kiss her tongues was going, i had got on the floor parted Mich's legs and pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties to the side and was fingering her moist slit gently tweaking her clit and i began to lick her as i fingered her she was moving her hips, Peter had now unbuttoned her blouse up clipped her front loading bra, her perky nipples was being twisted between his fingers and thumb, i had slipped my trousers and pants down and was slowly masturbating my cock, Mich has gotten Peters cock out and was wanking him slowly,

The movie continued in the back ground, could hear the moans of pleasure through the Tv speakers, Mich was moaning along was now moans in stereo,

Peter broke from kissing and playing squeezing her tits he had gotten out his trousers and pant's completely removed Mich's blouse and bra, she was naked from the waist up, i watched as Mich pushed Peter's T-Shirt over his head making him completely naked bar his socks, she pushed him back so he was side ways on leaning back against the sofa arm, she lowered her head and took his semi, hard precum cock into her mouth teasing the head as she did putting her tongue it his his cum hole he was loving this treatment he was soon hard,
I took Mich's skirt pants of completely showing off her freshly shaven Pussy, i was still eating her pussy now i licked her asshole it made her jump and she accidentally swallowed all Peters cock rite down to his balls making her gag, i licked finger fucked both her holes she was ready for cock mine was semi
MIch stood up straddled Peter guiding his cock up her now extremely soaking wet pussy, she gave out a pleasured sigh as she took all his 7 inches all they way, i got off the floor i watched gently stroking my cock as Mich rode Peter's cock it was a nice sight seeing her riding his cock she slid up and down it with ease and her wetness showed ( I had watched her ride my cock which was a lot thicker and her pussy lips stretched as i went in and out as if they was gripping on to my cock) she took my cock in her hand slowly walked me to the end of the soft she lent over and began eating my cock while riding Peters cock.

soon i was rock solid Mich was riding Peters cock frantically lifting herself till she was nearly all the way off him then quickly slamming her pussy back down as hard as she could every time she hit bottom he was embedded deep up her she let out a small pussy fart releasing air i lent over there pair off them i was just touching her asshole she kind of squirmed, she gave me a look that said no not that hole,
i moved so i was sat on the other arm of the sofa looking at her ass bobbing up and down beautiful sight, she lent on to Peters chest they got into a full on snog he was stroking her hair she was loving it basically purring, i again touched her asshole this time nothing i put a finger then two up inside her ass she took then with out trying to sop me, i moved in for the kill just as i was about to go in her asshole, the little devil inside me shouted no jam your cock in her cunt along side his cock stretch the bitch
I took a firm grip of my 7-8 incher it was really thick, as wide as a 500ml coke bottle,
I pushed the head just inside her, Peter looked around the side of her, then put his arms around her holding her tight to his chest and went back to snogging her, as my head entered her i new she was tight and i knew this would stretch her rite out, but she wants a DP she is about to experience a double pussy fucking, with out a thought for Mich i used her wetness soaking wet pussy and i rammed my cock rite along side Peters going ball's deep OMFG didn't she scream a high pitched squeal followed by get it out you fucking bastard your ripping me open, i just ignored her and kept pumping away slowly at first then i got faster and harder, there was nothing she could do but to except the two cock pounding at her well stretch pussy, she shuddered a dozen times she went completely limp a few times legs was shaking, we both ponded her together i guess in the end my cock banging against Peter's became to much for him i felt him flooding his cum deep in Mich's womb, as he went soft and slipped out i got that devil inside my head again i waited a few deep thrusts Mich's legs began to shake again she fell forwards so i pulled my cock out and my little devil prompted me go deep in her ass while she is limp, as soon as i heard that in my head i was in deep stretching her ass she was so shocked she just gasped for breathe as i was pounding hard in her ass, i had my hand one on either cheek spreading her open, before long i was pile driving in and out her ass was barely wet could see her asshole rose clinging to my cock i was turning her ass inside out,
Wasn't to long before i to flooded deep in her ass,

Peter watched me rape as he slid her cock into Mich's mouth nearly hard her winked at me took his cock out Mich just lay there in disbelief at what i had just done to her, no realising i was just about to pull out and get replaced by Peter she turned her head she got a few muffled words out as Peter slid his cock into her now loosened asshole, he had a smirk on his face as her started to go in and out of her he lent over Mich and muttered in her ear this feels better than the first time i took your ass,
Those words rang loud in her ears she pushed back managing to get on her knees, as Peter cried out wow cowboy,
Mich turned scowling at me, you said it was only you and my vibrator last time you CUNT growling those word out to me,
after she had spat her words at me i went to her and kissed her she responded i massaged her tits which soften her a little, after Peter had come, MIch asked me to lay on the floor she mounted my cock reverse cowgirl she took my cock up her as herself and she rode me as if her life depended it, she rode fast slammed down hard and grown her asshole into my groin i put my had round rubbing her clit, Peter went down lent her back so he could eat her pussy still riding my cock i felt her begin to shake Peter got caught out as she squirted real powerfully straight in his mouth and face, i carried on fucking her Peter pulled away dried his face laughing his cock was hard again he had it in hand ready to insert it in Mich's pussy just as he got the tip in she squirted yet again her whole body shaking, he got in during the flood of squirting we both had a hole each and pounded away
I looked up at the Tv monitor and it looked as if the female main character was about to be raped gangbanged by 4 big cocked white guys
Peter sore it to and said aloud i bet your Mich would love that mate, getting gangbang forced rape by stranger's ,
I heard Mich saying to me you been telling Peter our Fantasies they was secret just between me and you,
I was just about to answer Mich, when i noticed that same smirk on Peters face, the one he had as he told her he had already fucked her ass, i knew what was going through his mind,
i said nothing just carried on fucking her ass as Peter fucked her pussy.

For the next few hours we took turns swapping hole DP her over and over she loved it even did another double pussy DP we spit roast her both of us came in all 3 of her hole she eventually called no more we had defeated her her ass, pussy, and mouth waved the white flag full of cum , gaping hole's, she walked letting air and cum blow out her holes with every step towards our downstairs walk in shower, both me and Peter followed her into the shower we both washed her both kissing her, Peter was still hard i stood behind her i lifted her on to his cock then i pushed my cock into her ass one last time as we showered we did a standing up Ass and Pussy DP then we both pulled our cocks out Mich dropped to her knees taking both cocks in her mouth Peter shot his load very quickly she swallowed all his cum couldn't have been very much, a few seconds after he came i shot deep into her throat i held her head till i stopped cumming i let a big load go nearly choked poor Mich,
After the shower i gave Mich a piggy back ride up the stairs as she was to sore to walk, i lowered her on to our bed gave her a kiss said i go see Peter out get him a taxi,
the taxi arrive a bit reluctantly Peter a bit reluctant got in the taxi to go home, i locked up went back to Mich we had a really nice long cuddle and kiss she held me tight saying who much she appreciated what i had done for her she was satisfied had done Anal and DP loved it but said it wouldn't ever happen again unless it was something we both wanted, i put some cream on her pussy and gentely massaged some into and all around her asshole her rosebud wash out a little i pushed it back in being really really gentle she winced a little
i pulled the quilt over us and we cuddled up and fell asleep in each others arms

Again we didn't see Peter for a few month's this time someone said he had moved away some said he was away with his job others just said he was taking a long holiday.

REMEMBER BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU GET YOURSELF INTO

Part 3 to follow maybe as last story i will post depending on the reply's and what you think of this 2nd part of her desire fantasy

My second year of junior college, my friends were living in a rental duplex in the neighborhood most of us grew up in. It was like 3 bedrooms and we crammed 9 guys in there. It was worse when the other guys were in relationships too because I was never comfortable lying in bed, trying to sleep, while some hottie bit her lip trying not to moan as she got finger banged. Sometimes I’d walk in and just them making out would make me turn around, get in the car, and go for a long drive.

That was when I got in an accident.

I don’t remember any of it. The other driver had T-boned me after, according to him, I ran a red light. But I was the slow, patient driver that braked on yellow. And he had five wrecks. Insurance did most of the work and there was one witness who said the other guy was speeding and that alone made him responsible and I didn’t have to pay.

But I also didn’t have a car for a few months while the court case was being fought. My insurance didn’t get me a rental either. Thanks, Obama.

Only one other guy had a car in the house and we couldn’t all fit so…

My mom drove us.

She lived just four blocks away and she was a cool, stay-at-home mom. Most of the guys knew her since elementary school when she chaperoned field trips and when we got to hanging out in high school, she’d never bust us for sneaking a few drinks during poker games in the basement. That first she came down for frozen pizzas, we freeze, waiting for trouble, yelling, a lecture, a look, anything. But she never mentioned it. By senior year, we didn’t even pretend to hide our Solo cups. And the guys liked her, joking the way guys do about my hot mom, her fake tits (no proof of that!), and how she’d get dressed up for giving us a ride to school while we were in ripped jeans and faded T-shirts. She wanted it, they were sure, and sometimes they’d flirt, “Looking nice, Mrs. Stevens. New perfume?”

But there’s still something about being in college, on crutches, and having my mom drop me off at school that I couldn’t get over. The car rides were quiet.

She had a mini-van and the guys in back would whisper and giggle and I’d hear, “Would you rather…” then a bunch of text alerts and my phone would vibrate and I’d look and it’d be like two photos of porn stars covered in jizz that I’d avert from my mom’s view.

Everyone would respond to the group text and if I didn’t, I’d get ragged on so I’d pick.

On our drive home from class, this kid Blake sent one that made me turn around and go, “Really?!”
He’d sent, “For half a million dollars, would you rather get fucked in the ass or in the mouth? Both to completion. Like inside.”

Everyone had pretty much the same reaction, calling him gay, refusing to answer. He swore that was the game, two awful choices and you had to pick one.

“What’d this one say?” My mom asked. She was smart enough to know the game they were playing.

“Forget it,” I said. The drive was slow. A lot of crosswalks with students that never paused.

“I want to play. It seems like you’re all having fun.”

“They like it because it makes me uncomfortable. Assholes.”

“Let her play!” all the guys chimed in.

“So would you rather…” She paused to think, tapping on the steering wheel. “Asparagus or broccoli?”

The guys all laughed.

“That’s not really the game,” I said.

“I’m just warming up! And it’s practical. I thought I’d make you boys something with vitamins. Keep you fitting into clothes and looking good.”

“It’s got to be two tough choices,” I said.

“This wasn’t a game when I was a kid,” she told us.

“It’s got to be something awful or sexual or maybe two options so good that it’s tough to choose either,” Gabe said.

“It’s not really something I want to play with my mom.”

“Give me an example. What’d Blake ask?”

There was a silence at a light as everyone looked around at who’d man up and say it.

“Anal or oral,” Blake said.

The light turned green in the silence and the car revved up. “Both,” she said.

“Oh god,” I groaned.

The boys cheered like mad. “Yeah, Mrs. Stevens!”

“What? They’re both fun if you’re in the mood.”

“Kill me,” I muttered. She smacked my leg playfully.

“Blake asked that?” she said, looking in the rearview. Blake was in the middle of the bench seat in back between Tommy and Michael. “All right, then Blake, would you rather jerk off Tommy or Michael?”

The two guys in the pilot seats, Gabe and Louis, turned and laughed and high-fived as Blake just shook his head and Tommy and Michael looked out the window, inching away from Blake.

“I answered yours! Let’s hear yours? Or you going to say ‘Both’ too?” She was a devil of a woman.

“I don’t know… Michael looks like a virgin so he’d probably finish quickest.”

There was a chorus of “Ew!” “Gay.” “Gross, dude.” And Michael was adamant he’d made it with like twenty girls last week.

“Sure, Mike,” Mom said, giggling, teasing.

“All right, all right. Um…” He was desperate to get her back, but all of this was really just an attack on me. “Who would you rather?”

“Between Mike and Tommy?”

“Between all of us.”

She thought about it as she turned “I thought these were supposed to be tough choices.”

I wasn’t sure where we were. It was a cornfield, which were common around her, but usually just on one side. We were surrounded and the only buildings in front were grain silos and farm houses and there wasn’t any traffic coming our way or tailing us.

“Do you have a choice?” Mike asked.

She pulled over into a shaded spot. “The only tough part about this is having to choose at all.”

“Whoa, hold on,” I said.

Mom undid her seatbelt and as it went up, so did her sundress letting her bare, bouncing breasts hang out. I’ll never forget her tan marks.
She got in back before the guys knew what to do and she was on her knees between Gabe and Louis and one hand was fumbling with both zippers. “One of you better get up here and fill my mouth.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve done the math. There’s enough room for everyone in every hole and every hand.”

“Mrs. Stevens,” Michael said, unsure. But Blake undid his pants and stepped up and slid his uncircumcised cock in her mouth, putting his hands on her head. She went down deep on him then came off, licking his shaft to his tip.

She’d gotten Gabe’s and Louis’s pants undone and told them to take them off. “Who wants which hole? We got a pussy and an ass that needs filling and Blake can’t do it all himself.”

“I’ll take pussy,” Louis said, trembling.

“So Gabe gets the ass. Don’t worry about hurting me. John,” she said to me licking up Blake’s shaft again. “Open the glove compartment and get Gabe some lube. Always use lube boys. A lot of it.”

I couldn’t. I was frozen.

My mom, topless and in a thong and strappy heels, bent over my friend’s cock with four others out, ready to get stroked, sucked, and fucked. I couldn’t aid this. But I couldn’t leave either.

“John!” she snapped. But she was impatient for her fucking and got up to shuffle on her knees to the glove box for her lube. KY.

“Okay, boys,” she said. “Some rules first. No telling anyone about it, but you should all be taking videos and photos. You’re not in charge. I am. You stop when I say, not after, definitely not before. All those cocks are going to get drained. When you need to finish, on my face, chest, ass, stomach, hands, wherever, but not inside me. On me. And please, call me ‘Mom.’”

She adjusted the rearview so I could see, if I wanted. I peeked. Then watched. Getting aroused. Wanting it too. Wanting her to be anyone else’s mom or my stepmom or a stranger. But she wasn’t. She was my mom. And I watched my friends fuck fill both holes, her mouth. She jerked them slowly, then quickly, asking them if they wanted to cum, then stopping to edge a bigger cumshot out of them. She switched people at will. There was a lot of bumping around and at one point she was getting railed by just Blake in the ass and she was right by me and she kept looking up, smiling at me, licking her lips.

The guys would shoot cum on her face and it’d drip off as they kept fucking her. When they had finished once, she made them keep going. I think each finished three times and she tried milking more out. She was dripping. And smiling.

“Okay, let’s all get out so we can get dressed more easily.”

The boys all filed out of the van, listening to her. But she slid the door closed.

“It’s our turn, baby,” she said and kissed me with cummy lips. “I saw you watching. I know you wanted a turn. Well now I’m all yours.”

The windows were tinted and the guys couldn’t see what was happening but they tried to open the doors and peek in but since the car was off, they knew they weren’t stranded at least.

Meanwhile, Mom led me to the back where she sat on me, kissing me, letting their cum drip off her face, pressing her jizzed on breasts against my bare chest. It was gross…but I liked it.
She pulled my cock out and slowly gyrated her hips as she slid it inside her. She was in complete control.

And I loved it.

She went slow at first. It was my first time, whether she knew or not, and she treated me lovingly, kissing me as she sank onto me. Asking if I liked it like this. Asking me if I was ready for more? For faster? For harder?

“Yes,” I moaned.

“I love you,” she said.

And she didn’t stop until I finished inside her.

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When she let them back in the car, Blake wanted more but she was cleaned up, clothed, and not in the mood. He tried to force it but I sat him down. It was a quiet ride home. Mom stole glances at me, little smiles. I had them too.

Then she pulled up to our house. Our other roommates were out so we all went inside and mom got started on cooking us broccoli and fried rice and a good home-cooked meal.
And for dessert, Blake had to watch the rest of us and her and he never got that special by himself moment with Mom like I did.

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Let me know if you'd be interested in a whole blog dedicated to these erotic fantasies I have.

I confess I bought a VR headset for my smart phone and downloaded Virtual porn. My wife went to work and I watched it, it was an amazing experience it felt like the women where right there in front of me, I have never been so excited, one video was with a young tart in a strip club blowing me and fucking her , she had the tightest ass. then another video was with 3 hot girls, a blonde, a black chick and a burnette, the blond looked like a girl I knew, and she reversed cowgirls me and her ass hole was peaking out while she was fucking me.

I had 5 orgasms that day,

I had to return the VR Gear because that shit is the devil, and my wife is hot and we have great sex but VR porn will be the destruction of man kind. It fucked me up for a good day.

I didn't write this, I saw it in Playboy once, enjoy.

There once was a boy named Gimme-Some-Roy... He was nothin' like me or you,
'cause laying back and getting high was all he cared to do.

As a kid, he sat in the cellar...sniffing airplane glue. And then he smoked banana peels, when that was the thing to do. He tried aspirin in Coca-Cola, he breathed helium on the sly, and his life became an endless search to find the perfect high.
But grass just made him wanna lay back and eat chocolate-chip pizza all night,
and the great things he wrote when he was stoned looked like shit in the morning light.

Speed made him wanna rap all day, reds laid him too far back, Cocaine-Rose was sweet to his nose, but the price nearly broke his back.

He tried PCP, he tried THC, but they never quite did the trick. Poppers nearly blew his heart, mushrooms made him sick. Acid made him see the light, but he couldn't remember it long. Hash was a little too weak, and smack was a lot too strong. Quaaludes made him stumble, booze just made him cry, Then he heard of a cat named Baba Fats who knew of the perfect high.

Now, Baba Fats was a hermit cat...lived high up in Nepal, High on a craggy mountain top, up a sheer and icy wall. "Well, hell!" says Roy, "I'm a healthy boy, and I'll crawl or climb or fly,
Till I find that guru who'll give me the clue as to what's the perfect high."

So out and off goes Gimme-Some-Roy, to the land that knows no time, Up a trail no man could conquer, to a cliff no man could climb. For fourteen years he climbed that cliff...back down again he'd slide . . .
He'd sit and cry, then climb some more, pursuing the perfect high.

Grinding his teeth, coughing blood, aching and shaking and weak, Starving and sore, bleeding and tore, he reaches the mountain peak. And his eyes blink red like a snow-blind wolf, and he snarls the snarl of a rat,
As there in repose, and wearing no clothes, sits the god-like Baba Fats.

"What's happenin', Fats?" says Roy with joy, "I've come to state my biz . . .
I hear you're hip to the perfect trip... Please tell me what it is. "For you can see," says Roy to he, "I'm about to die, So for my last ride, tell me, how can I achieve the perfect high?"

"Well, dog my cats!" says Baba Fats. "Another burned out soul, Who's lookin' for an alchemist to turn his trip to gold. It isn't in a dealer's stash, or on a druggist's shelf... Son, if you would find the perfect high, find it in yourself."

"Why, you jive mother-fucker!" says Roy, "I climbed through rain and sleet,
I froze three fingers off my hands, and four toes off my feet! I braved the lair of the polar bear, I've tasted the maggot's kiss. Now, you tell me the high is in myself? What kinda shit is this?

My ears, before they froze off," says Roy, "had heard all kindsa crap; But I didn't climb for fourteen years to hear your sophomore rap. And I didn't climb up here to hear that the high is on the natch, So you tell me where the real stuff is, or I'll kill your guru ass!"

"Okay...okay," says Baba Fats, "You're forcin' it outta me... There is a land beyond the sun that's known as Zabolee. A wretched land of stone and sand, where snakes and buzzards scream, And in this devil's garden blooms the mystic Tzutzu tree.

Now, once every ten years it blooms one flower, as white as the Key West sky,
And he who eats of the Tzutzu flower shall know the perfect high. For the rush comes on like a tidal wave...hits like the blazin' sun. And the high? It lasts forever, and the down don't never come.

But, Zabolee Land is ruled by a giant, who stands twelve cubits high, And with eyes of red in his hundred heads, he awaits the passer-by. And you must slay the red-eyed giant, and swim the river of slime, Where the mucous beasts await to feast on those who journey by. And if you slay the giant and beasts, and swim the slimy sea, There's a blood-drinking witch who sharpens her teeth as she guards the Tzutzu tree."

"Well, to hell with your witches and giants," says Roy, "To hell with the beasts of the sea--
Why, as long as the Tzutzu flower still blooms, hope still blooms for me."

And with tears of joy in his sun-blind eyes, he slips the guru a five, And crawls back down the mountainside, pursuing the perfect high.

"Well, that is that," says Baba Fats, sitting back down on his stone, Facing another thousand years of talking to God, alone. "Yes, Lord, it's always the same...old men or bright-eyed youth... It's always easier to sell 'em some shit than it is to tell them the truth."

I wonder every single day while doing my tasks and having two orgasms and feel like it rips and put more knots in my stomach, trying to stay good girl and believe in rule my Master made.. when you lust so deeply you keep on wanting and go beyond what you feel safe about because you want to taste more and earn your place regardless how Evil your Master is.. how much Devil wants me embarrassed for my willingness how much He wants me embarrassed for being fragile and corrupted for Him and does He want me to regret getting corrupted by His taste and being a mess for His pleasure.  How broken He wants His toy, didn’t she broke almost everything for her Devil when she jumped into threessome and then having 3 man fuck her and fill her in same time because only because her Master enjoys that wasn’t it beautiful for her Devil that she doesn’t mind being broken for Him.. wondering will all those tasty things like little tasks and desire to please in her fragile way like buying things for her Master be taken… and was the willingness something that took that a bit of beating stone in His chest.. keep wondering will He deny me being at His feet and refuse my willingness and take away last thing He gave.. and keep thinking about how willing this slave is and what’s so bad in it.. what’s so bad that she can’t even deserve a word from her Lord.. and how much evil He will be and what happened with Him saying that everything slave does for Him take His attention.. And why would He take my privilege to even beg.. because slave only have one more day for that.. why would she be stripped of all tomorrow and what happened to being allowed to beg for Devil to corrupt her..and to all tasty things that makes you dizzy and anxious but so willing..

Memories (Part I)

I am going to tell you a story about the hottest girlfriend I have ever had, so expect this to be quite drawn out. I would hate for you to misunderstand why --after several years after she passed, I now being married to another woman, and having two kids still often think of her.
Several years ago, I had a plump, dark-haired, and very freckled girlfriend who used to take double the normal prescribed dose of Soma and Darvocet for her chronic back and neck pains. We had a lot of good times when she was fucked up on that; I remember once, I was laying on my stomach, and she climbed on, and started massaging my back, her ample thighs were hot on the small of my back, and the massage was accentuated with her warm, soft hands. After about 10 minutes, she asks how that felt, "All better?" Hell's yeah, it felt great! She rolled over to my side on her side of the bed, and I notice this cooling spot just above the small of my back...she had left a 'snail-trail.' I didn't realize that she was also moving her hips while massaging my back, grinding and mashing her vulva onto me. I still get worked up thinking of that night.
A few months later, she takes her Soma and Darvocet, and I know something is going to happen that night, but it was late and we both fall asleep in bed, I always slept naked, but she wore only a loose-shouldered, full-length night gown that accentuated her curves and enabled a nice view of her shoulders and deep cleavage. In case I haven't mentioned it, she had freckles EVERYWHERE, and wore this perfume (Opium) that I swear was made with pheromones, but it was the way she smelled when wearing it, a heady combination of 'at-the-end-of-the day' sweat and the sweetness of the perfume --it makes me excited thinking about her.
So, clearly, I woke up --smelling her in the middle of the night, sleeping peacefully. I thought I would wake her up with a surprise, so I forced her legs apart, gently and slowly --pinning them open with my own legs. I began to finger her thinking that she would wake up, but she didn't. Instead, she started gyrating her hips and got incredibly wet. My cock was hard and I couldn't wait any longer. I disentangled my legs and climbed between hers, slamming into her. Her face was beautiful, and there was no reaction to what I was doing, but she was rubbing my chest with her hands and moaning, raising her hips with each trust. I asked her if she was awake, and her eyes opened slightly and then rolled-up. I had a slight moment of panic, so I stopped and opened her eyes with my hand; they were rolling around --she was unconscious and doing all of this. I came right at that moment of realization. After a few minutes, I climbed off of her, and watched. Nothing. She was laying there, legs spread, with my cum running down into her ass crack, her pussy was open and swollen, flushed-red with arousal. Slowly, she ran her hand down her body and into her vagina, playing with it for a few seconds before laying still again. After a few minutes she retracted her hand and I was able to pull her nightgown down again, and then I went to sleep.
The next morning, she's up, and at breakfast, I make a joke about how well she slept, that she had fondled me during the night; she didn't believe me or take me seriously and said that she slept well.
I carried on doing that for months, she would do almost anything while she was fucked up on this stuff, slow hand-jobs, blow jobs, she even let me throat-fuck her --had to do that quickly so that she wouldn't choke to death on my dick.
One day, I found out about one of our neighbors --I'll call him Donny here. Donny was married to this mostly-toothless, chain-smoking hag, completely repulsive...except for a perfect ass. I found out that before I moved in, Donny had the hots for my girlfriend; from what I understand, she had even caught him peeking into the windows one night, but had chased him off. He was married, after all.
So, one night --after she had passed out, I caught this motherfucker staring in at her while she slept. He didn't see me, so I snuck out of the house, and into the back yard. I walked up on him, and he didn't even hear me. He was too busy jerking his gherkin. I pushed him against the wall, and asked him, "What the fuck are you doing?" The poor bastard must have been at the peak, because he blew his load, with his cock crushed between him and the wall; his spunk ran down his leg, into his pants. The cornered son-of-a-bitch was fucking panicking like a baby. I felt bad for him in a weird way, so I let him get his shit together...an idea was in the back of my head and making itself known. I dragged him inside, sat him down on the couch and poured him a drink, straight whiskey. I asked him what he would do in my place. I laughed and shook my head in some sort of pseudo-disappointment. All the while, I was imagining this scuzzy-looking guy fucking my girlfriend.
He begged me not to call the cops. My thoughts finally gave way, and I told him to follow me. We walked to the bedroom where my sweet-smelling girlfriend was sleeping. I thought I would have a little fun with him, so I told him to stay outside the room, but not to run, or I would call the cops. He looked scared, thinking I was going to wake her up. I watched his face while I moved the blanket, and exposed her legs. He froze, like a dog waiting to perform a trick for a treat at the end of his nose. I walked back over to him and asked quietly, "What would you do to see more?" I felt like the devil, dragging a soul to hell...and I began to smile...I thought to myself, "I have the goatee and moustache, after all...why not!" He stared at me, wide-eyed, and started talking, "I have some mon --!" I had to silence him and remind him to speak in a whisper. I told him to hold that thought and watch for a moment while walking back to the bed...my girlfriend was out like a light, so I completely removed the blankets and eased her shoulders out of the gown and tugged the gown down, exposing more of the bronze, freckled chest, but stopping just before her breasts were completely visible. Then I moved to lift the gown up --just above the knees, and slid my hand under and began fingering her while watching his face,which was becoming redder, the bulge in his pants, easily apparent. She moaned softly and began spreading her legs, sliding a finger in, it almost felt hotter than normal.
I had to stop myself or I knew I was going to lose all control of the situation, so slowly I slid my finger out again, noting the slick-clicking of that well-moistened pussy. I sniffed my finger as I casually walked back over to Donny, and just when I got to him, I put my finger just under his nose and watched. I let him breathe deeply, smelling that juicy musk. He practically begged me to let him fuck my girlfriend. Asking quietly again, “Donny, what would you do to see more?” I could tell that if he got too stimulated he was going to shoot off in his pants...which I didn't want. Hastily he whispered, “Anything you want, just name it, please!”
Wondering how far I could push this, I thought of the worst thing I could do“I want you to get some drugs and give them to your wife, I want you to invite me over after cleaning her from head to toe, and have her naked in your bed. I want her semi-conscious, so I can fuck her toothless mouth, and then, Donny, I want you to roll her onto her stomach, and hold her down while I fuck her in the ass while she screams in pain.” I swear, the squirrel-wheels in his little mind were turning; he was thinking of doing this. Realizing this, my mind began to race, “Ho-lee-shit,” I thought, “this guy is actually thinking of doing this!”
I let his cogs turn-and-burn, while I walked back over to the bed. This time I began to stroke he breasts through her gown, and her perfect nipples, with small areola began to stand out, I pinched them and she gasped. Was she awake?! I checked her eyes, and they rolled-back, like normal, to the back of her head....nope, she was out...I thought to myself, ”Goddamn, how far can I take this?!” My cock began to hurt, and my balls felt like they weighed a ton. I walked back to Donny, who was still processing all of this shit...fucker must have blown a circuit. “Well, what's it going to be?” I had to ask a little louder, to show a bit of frustration. I could see by the look on his face that he was going to say, “I can't do that!” He didn't disappoint, his squeaking squirrel-wheels must have aligned for a moment, and he said just that.
I wanted to get control again, and to break him by this point. So I walked him over to the bed, and let him slide his fingers in; I had him the instant he did. The warmth and wetness of my woman's pussy, that got him. I told him to think about it and sent him scurrying home, making sure to close the curtains, fully so that he couldn't see in after he left. I had a feeling that he would try to peek some more, but I was determined to keep him on a tight rope. I fucked her a couple of times that night, cumming hard each time, and rolled over to my side when I was finished, my cum running down her pussy.

My wife thought she is a dare devil, and she thought she is the "out of this world" sex experience. I mean, I do love her, and she is hot, but her sexual powers do not reach far beyond that. I have introduced her to several things over the years, and she was always ,like, "you don't know what you got", and "I bet your gf's never were this good" etc.

It sounds childish, I get it, but I let her have it - what would I gain from telling her my previous experiences, since it would obviously hurt her ego.

Now, things got weird, when she suggested we should go to a swingers party. I was against it, since, I am jealous, but she was so adamant about it, that I finally caved in. Agreement was, that we shouldn't do anything, just watch, and if one wants to do something, he or she should get an ok from the other one.

My stomach was tumbling, as I felt pretty bad about all of that, but hey, let's try it, and if I conclude that she is just looking for someone else, I was ready to flush our marriage down the toilet.

As soon as we got in, she got lots of attention, and I can't blame the men - she is hot, even though in her 40's now. After introductions, and after many realized that we are just spectators for now, only one couple decided to share a drink with us.

He was good looking, somewhere my age, but his wife was this little stubby blonde - slim, but with strong legs, and pretty flat. Not beautiful, but cute in a way. My wife was leading the convo, and I was just there, waiting for the night to end.

They told about their experience, and that they never did more than swapping. She was interested, how does that go - swapping, having sex with each other's partner, in the same room. It was obvious she wanted it, she was all over him, while looking at me from time to time.

At that moment I decided that I am done, but when they suggested if we should go, I just nodded yes.

I was angry, pissed off beyond comprehension, but something, I believe that resentment kept me going through with this.

As soon as we were in, she got on her knees and started sucking him. I got tunnel vision, couldn't look their way, got a condom on, and started fucking my new partner. Missionary, then doggy.

Since I haven't had sex with a condom for 20 years, I soon discovered, I could go for ages. She came the first time, during missionary, and when I turned her for doggy, I glanced at them. He was trying to get in, but something was wrong. She looked at me, as he stood up, pulling the condom off, begging her for another round of oral. He couldn't get it up.

That launched me into God mode - ass slapping, hair pulling, dirty talking, all while looking at my wife, who was looking back, with a flaccid cock in her mouth. As she was cumming for the second time, I saw that they stopped, and just looked at us. He started to get dressed, while my wife looked like someone who just saw a ghost.

As I was done, I got up, and asked my new partner, to suck her juices off of the condom, as she did, while I was shrinking, more and more. I started peeling the condom off, until it ended in her mouth.She spat it out, all clean and recycled...

On our way home, my wife started crying. Tomorrow morning I told her that I am divorcing her, and that she can have all the limp dicks of this world now, that they are hers for the taking.

We did reconcile, about a year later. She was stalking me to forgive her, to come back, from the day I moved out, and finally, I did.

Now, I do not have a wife, I have a woman who adores me, no bitching, no yapping, she is just happy I am there.

And that is my confession. People usually say that sex isn't everything in a relationship, but believe me, it is more than 90% of it, but most of us aren't quite aware of what we got, and that there is nothing waiting for us out there, that is better than the thing we have.

She learned this the hard way.

A little preview from "photoshoot" from last night. She is insecure about her body, but I still think she is one sexy devil.

Oh god You know my daily tasks are driving me crazy am i not good for suffering for my Sadist,  why don’t He taste it I want to whisper all the things that bubbled up in these days when my Master was tormenting me.. they are driving me very crazy and worry Your slave.. what Master said and did it’s conflicting.. please don’t let me go i sane all those days Devil.. don’t take that away.. slave is tormented either way please don’t take that one thing my Master gave. With how You are this is already insanity that i am in
wearing Your favorite dress and driving myself nuts pleaseee let me earn one word from You let me bite my lip in more torment
ple slave just wants to know please You know she is crazy but my Master is to perfectly crazy
whats so bad in just wanting to know please tell Your pet let her keep a bit of that madness.. can’t my Master see how much she wants to please Him.. just a little word from You so i can be more crazy for my Master and sadist

"LET ME SUCK YOUR SOUL"...She gloms the soul dark and slow.She sours light to muted glow. Smothered intentions of passion. She strip you off everything, don't hold back show me your naked mind and soul. She arouse you with deep moments of lust from the depths of your eternal desires. She want to worship your soul with her divine energy in your cock gently stimulating your unique vibrations. Let me penetrate your mindset, let me suck at your soul. I wants to tenderly kiss your ancient wisdom. Our body language will becomes a prayer every thought a glass of wine on the altar of all embracing passion,sexuality, eroticism and our lust. Can YOU Feel Me ????? Are you willing to give ME Your Soul ???? The Queen Of Darkness...The Queen Of DEVIL...The Priestess Goddess Phoenix ▲☥▲

A mutual friend fucked the shit out of our mutual friends daughter.  Her dad got too drunk and crashed early.  They didn't really attempt to keep quiet.  Another buddy and myself kept still at the table, listening and grinning at the whole situation.  I can only assume he was as rock hard as I was.  Eventually, the noise woke her dad up and he first came out to the kitchen.  When he looked at us, we just pointed back down the hall.  Still a bit fuzzy, he stood and listened a moment, then took a few steps toward the rising wet skin slapping sounds, and muffled grunts and moans.  As if on cue, the tempo kicked up a few notches and the sounds she made will be forever in my mind.   He was truly letting her have it.  To be honest, we had all perved on her for years.  She was a bit of a brat, and a tease.  Knowing that, and knowing the guy doing the deed,  was just plain horny.  Her dad stood outside her door and listened a while.  Then surprisingly cracked the door open, just a bit, told them to keep it down, then returned to his room, door closed and locked.  Shortly after this, the slapping resumed vigorously, and intensified, until what sounds like she came like she had fucked the devil himself.  He kept up a few strokes and apparently finished as well.  My dick twitched I was so hard.  Then seeing our friends daughter coming into the kitchen, in her light blue panties and thin t shirt was icing on the cake.  Seeing us sitting there, she blushes a bit and mouthed  'im so sorry guys...'. She got water and returned to her room and locked the door behind her. 

This happened many years ago, in my 20s, and I still think about it.

I had this friend, she was a beauty, but a real beauty, the kind of, no man cant ignore. We were close, and even though I looked pretty good myself back then, she was always the star of the show. Maybe, just maybe, there was some resentment over it - guys would always approach her, when approaching us, and I did feel a bit overshadowed by her. But she was a good friend, my confidence, someone I could always rely on.

Of course we talked boys, and I was always a bit ashamed by how open she was about it - I was always more timid, both in talk and in action.

One summer, we were at the beach, and her bf of the time was with us. Just a lovely day, and she didnt pay much attention to him. She had a lots of short term relationships, she was never alone, but none of these were serious. As the evening was coming, we went for the one last swim, he stayed in his beach chair. When we got back, all wet, she started joking with him.

"Oh, I see that you are enjoying yourself."
"Two beautiful ladies with me, sun, beach, what is there for a man, that can be better."

I didnt quite get it at first, but soon enough it came to me, that she was talking about his boner, he tried to hide.

"Cover yourself, we have got a maniac here" she continued with the jokes. I saw he felt a bit awkward. "Stop it"

Then, she sat in his lap and started kissing him. Hated feeling like a third wheel, so I just laid down, trying to get some sunshine, before it goes down the horizon.

"Oh man, you are crazy."

Ignored it.

"Hey, cmon, stop it."
"You dont want me to stop."

I cant remember if those were the exact words, but it was something like that. When I turned my head, she was giving him head, right there, on the spot.

He looked at me and just shrugged his shoulders, with a smile. Our spot was a bit secluded, and no one was around, at the moment, but still, it was surreal.

Decided to look away, but there was a devil in her.

"You are looking at her, arent you? He is looking at you" she almost yelled through laughter, only to continue the act. On the next intermission, and I was still looking the other way, almost like on a look out, she yelled "come here".

This part, I cant quite remember. I guess it is some kind of shock. I cant remember when I got up, what I was thinking, nor how I approached it. I remember his smile (and he was a damn handsome man, a bit older than us), and that I was there, on my knees, laughing with her. It is all a blur. We were kissing it together, than kissing each other, she was stroking it while it was in my mouth, I was licking his balls while she was sucking it... At this point, the details might as well be an add on to the story, because I am not sure if I remember them, or they are a fragment of my imagination, built on over the years of reminiscence.

At one point, while I was doing my job, she backed of, for a second, only for me to feel he hands on my hips. She pulled my one piece to the side, and I felt her hands on me. It felt like a fever dream. He was slightly moaning, while pushing my head down, I was moving my knees back, and arching my ass to give her access, felt her tongue and lips on my clit, and I was hot and wet long before she even touched me. Couldnt breathe, both from his cock and the excitement, while moving my hips, in an effort to get more traction on her lips.

When she moved her lips up, over my anus, and started licking it, while rubbing my clit - black out!!!

My knees gave up, entire body was shaking, I got him out of my mouth, lay my head on his thigh, while almost screaming from joy, while feeling through my right hand, in which was his cock, the spurts of cum shooting out, and him moaning.

It was a perfect storm.

The intense of this orgasm is hard to explain with words, this was just a bad effort of it. Got home in haze, remember we were all laughing, but besides that, it remained a black hole in my mind.

She dumped him, a few days later, and since she didnt mention it the first time we met afterwards, I decided to act like it never happened.

Only glimpse of memory, that I ever saw in her, was when I was getting married, and she was my maid of honor, she jokingly said "this one stole you from me, for good".

I have never done something similar, ever again, but that one experience lead me to places like this one, to help me relive it, as I have been, over the last 15 years.

We are still best friends, but I sometimes wonder, if there was a different road my life could have went down, but after many doubts, and many sleepless night, I realized one of these two things - I love men way more, or that I am one big coward.

For me, and I usually do not see this online perspective anywhere, the devil is in the details. When you think being "hit" by a woman, most guys go into the tires immediately. When I think of being "hit" A woman who really wants you to go through a hard time, you will not get the tires immediately. You can imagine all the different types of pain you just feel passing under its rolling floor, and that's after she knocked down. For me, it would be a car. Let's start with kater guard. Your legs can go, but the rest of the body will probably be getting a good scraping, much less the rest of you. Then right after that, the oil pan starts pressing on you. You do not fit perfectly, then what happens, you start to drag. Now you have asphalt pebbles little digging into your back. Then a crack a few ribs and you slip a little now. Now in its ideal spot, right under your floor seat. It is literally less than an inch from these beautiful feet that are causing so much pain. Now she can also feel you right under your feet, knocking around in pain, his body hard-pressed under your floor board. All she has to do to make the pain stop is to move your foot on the brake, but she will not. It's a good feeling too much for her to stop. And of course, now, you're feeling a hell of a burning sensation. That would be the exhaust and catalytic converter have made contact with his body. It is bad enough not to your car is shaving you, but you are also burning. How do you break a little more if she was driving on you slowly, which is what I want, you would be awake and conscious through all this, you could slip back his past now. We hope, for your sake it is not a rear or four-wheel traction. Because after you pass the carrier, which may take some time I might add, so she returns to re, it will probably pass the wheels now. One of his arms or legs will probably find its way under one of the rear tires. This will give you to be nice to her. Now all you have is a gas tank to clean, what you will because you become a little more flexible. Then you smell a hint of escape and everything stops. You realize your in a lot of pain, but alive. Then, of course, you see the reverse lights go on!...

She treated me like shit. Should I pray to the devil to become her loser cum tribber now? Comment or dm - do it loser

I have to admit that malevolent dark thoughts have been manifesting themselves deep in my mind for some time now.
Last night they took hold and i could not resist the impulse to go out and abduct a kid.
So i ended up cruising around in the car for a while and just outside of town i spotted my victim,i parked up ahead and waited for her to approach.
When she got near i pounced on her and threw her in the trunk,she kicked like the devil possessed.
I drove to a secluded spot to rape her,but when i opened the trunk she head butted me and jumped into the woods.
I cant believe how strong and quick young goats are.

This year Father's day was the best year ever. I hung out with my wife and kids all day till my mother in law till the kids so the wifey and I can go on a date. We head out to the beach and go bar hopping. My wife is a light weight when it comes to drinking. After we go to the different bars we ended up seeing a couple of her friends there. Her best friend and another girl who was with my wife's best friend. So all four of us get an Uber to our hotel room. After more shots and a couple of joints it was on. We have always fantasized about fucking with others. When my wife has a couple of shots she becomes a horny little devil. I have never seen my girl going down on another girl till yesterday, I about blew my load. I was lucky to get to fuck her best friend and the other blonde chick with my wife.

I confess that I cast a spell to win the lottery but found a treasure instead…
 It was not but before yesterday. The lottery jackpot was outrageously high. I had attempted earlier with my girlfriend to produce enough loosh to manifest some winning numbers. We yielded no positive results for lottery but I enjoyed our endeavors. 
 I knew if we were to stand a chance of creating any real Sex Magik, we would need more willing bodies. People that entertained a certain type of magical thinking. Likely of the Cluste-B variety..
 I created a new profile on a popular alternative hook-up app. The profile pics were nothing particularly spectacular, but I thought they communicated a certain air of a couple that were secure with themselves. The bio though, was a simple short blurb advertising my intent. I didn’t fuck around with straight couples or bullshit bicurious single males. I wanted cock and pussy. I was going to have a fucking full swap or an orgy.
 The bio detailed my plan. All participants agree upon a shared set of lottery numbers. We then set upon each other with carnal lust and the appropriate Will and invoke our manifestation. “Should we fail to produce the lottery numbers”, I penned, “we would still win in the end”.
 The last part was an extremely dry joke but it was brought up later. 
 I actually received quite a few responses but most were single men. Eventually I received a message from a person I will call Jack. Jack had wife named Jill. Jack started sending me pictures faster than I could send mine back. I was afraid I wasn’t sending enough of my gf and too many of my cocklet and I. Jack didn’t mind though. Jack thought that was just fine.
 We set up a place for the four of us to meet. I always vet people out before I stick my dick into them or their’s into me. I have a sensitive barometer for people I fucking hate and so I like to sniff new prospects out before I take them home or to a hotel.
 I had cleared the entire thing with my girlfriend before I ever ran the add on the bio but given the small community we live in, and the troubles we have had before in finding swinging bi couples, she was very surprised at how fast I had arranged such a meeting. It made her nervous for the entire day.
 My gf and I arrived at the agreed meeting place before Jack and Jill. It wasn’t quite six in the evening but it was already dark. The other couple were more than fashionable late. My gf was practically frantic from the anxiety she felt. She usually feels some anxiety on the first meeting when we swing but this was extraordinary. It highly uncharacteristic of her.
 When they arrived I suggested we all just pile into my truck for the warmth. Jack and Jill were agreeable to that and we all climbed inside the cab. Jack liked my truck and tried to engage me a little on the topic of diesel engines and vehicle models like mine. I fained little knowledge. I was more interested in fucking his hole. I mean, his wife was okay, but I liked this man from the moment I smelled him. But I would soon cum to see how very much, Jack was absolutely insane.
 At first, there was some back and forth between the four of us but it would not be long before Jack would rise to dominate the conversation totally and I was in awe at the spectacle of him. He was a juggernaut that could not be stopped. Holy shit. He was a bit shorter than me and had a muscular build. Probably procured through hard work rather than lifting weights. He wore a fleece cap but I expected a cowboy hat. He a chiseled jaw with a cleft chin. He was very handsome.
 Jill was closer to our age. She was probably your typical bpd nympho. A body of about  average but very large breasts. Scandinavian with Irish maybe? Doesn’t really matter, she had large breasts. Very fuckable in my book. Her fantasies were very dark I think. Definitely lots of psychological damage. Large breasts though. Jack would tweak on her nipples as I sometimes managed to chime in. It was very distracting in the most delicious of ways. Did I mention that her breasts were rather large? She wanted dicks rubbing together inside her. Actually I wanted that, but I knew she would have enjoyed it.
 Jack wasn’t a total dick though. He had method to his maddness. As he attempted to dazzle my gf and I with his strange stories and exploits of himself he left small oppenings. He found out quite a bit more than I tried to let on. He was much more cleaver than one might initially assume by his antics.
 Jack began to regail us with stories of killing, incest, rape, sex torture, squirting, marijuana omnitopical, drugs, his construction career, his pro-rodeo career , his porn career,he was a veteran,  how he hated his mom (I guess?), more incest,his ties to mafia, the finer points of leather stitching and yet more incest.
 Also, he only bottemed unless, “the dude was a chick”. My girlfriend looked right at me as he said that. I knew what she was thinking. I was thinking the same thing. 
 Actually, I was thinking about something totally different than her. I had been watching far too many youtube videos about people psychological problems. I had found out what type of crazy people with traits like myself find appealing. Jack was prime specimen of what is supposed to get my juices flowing. I think that youtube is right. 
 With every story, my gf became more and more apprehensive. They mentioned god 11 times. She counted. Every other story was a burning red flag. “These people are fucking kray kray!”, she said to me without speaking. Sure, the story about the squirting sex slave and tarp over the matress seemed funny at fist. But they sorta lost my gf’s interest when the said they had to beat the shit out of her and take her to a mental hospital. Because they cared. Fucking A. The story of the justified homicide did not help. 
 I knew there was no way this was going past the initial meeting between us. It was a shame. I was not sure if anything this person said was true. Pathological lying is hallmark of people with narcissistic traits. But Jack was broken in way that seemed very familiar to me. It could very well be that every story he told was crafted based on his perception of what he thought I might find interesting. It could also be that most if not all of what he said is a close approximation of reality. Chaos fills the lives of the people with traumas. Jack lived in another world at any rate.  
 We finally parted ways after two hours of Jack’s fantastic stories. Neither my girlfriend or I thought it wise to persue them but I harbor deep regrets. Jack being either human typhoon with bpd or a psychotic narcissist, makes no difference to me. The damage is the same. The sex is probably the best I will never know. I don’t even know why it would be so great. But I think it would. People say that it is. Who am I to gainsay them?
 I wanted to win a billion a dollars but instead I found a person that beyond any treasure that could compare. A person so beautifuly tortured that only I could see the true worth of. A person that would not bore me. A person that would probably murder me. A person whose emotional dis-regulation riviled my own I think. Probably eclipsing it. I am sure every day with Jack would be a whirlwind of passion and near death experiences. 
 I confess this Jack, should you ever read this and recognize me, I would have rocked your world like no fucking other. I would have made you cum with every hole I have. I would have fucked every hole of yours. I would have played every crazy mind game you set up for me. I would have made every pore of yours drip sweet and I would have drained your fucking balls. I would have fucked your body, destroyed your mind and raped your sole. You would have fragmented into a dozen or more pieces inside your mind and I would have fucked every one of them. You could have beaten me until my body was bruised and my will was broken. I could have broken you. It would have been fun. I would have saved you from god. You could have joined me with the devil. We could have found refuge in each other’s holes.
 Fuckit, I still have your number…
 

I am 35, married, and a nymphomaniac.

Not really sure when exactly I realized this, but I think somewhere, after college, it became clear to me. That was the first time I had a close friend, who was comfortable talking about sex. She did most of the talking, I kept my mouth shut, but from her insight, I realized, that my urges are just my own, and that these things aren't something all women go through.

At that point, I was already masturbating at least two times a day, for over ten years. This was especially hard in hs, since I never was a looker, and had no real life sexual experience whatsoever. I had my first boyfriend in college, and we would have great sex, almost every day, sometimes twice a day, but yet, I had to help myself at least one more time, daily.

I became looking for any kind of stimulus, so I watched porn, read erotic stories, whole nine yards, and I still do.

Married my 2nd boyfriend, at age 30. When I suggested porn as an extra stimulus for our sex life, he was elated. We had a good run, couple of years of non stop sex, porn and all kinds of toys, role play, fantasies...

After our first kid, this died down, but my needs remained.

So I started running. That was the only thing that pushed the devil out of me. In two years, from the beginner, I managed to finish two full marathons, and a dozen of half marathons. It helps, but does not heal.

Didn't want to cheat, since he doesn't deserve it, but my nature prevailed, and I found a young guy on tinder, who I use from time to time. We don't have sex, he just goes down on me, and he is happy about it. I suck him off after he is done, even though, I really want to have sex with him.

And, I eventually will, that is inevitable, but I just want to feel, for a bit longer, that I am not doing anything wrong.

My body is waging war against me, and I can not do anything about it.

Devil likes breaking me so he asked what would and when i told him he did exactly that.. and as usual I grabbed for everything I thought it will make him less cruel towards me.. and He knows how much I suffer when i miss Him and how thirsty He makes me for Him so I’ll be a good girl when He shows up.. just wondering is He really that Evil, isn’t there just a bit of soul did we not grow it, when i beg with my breaths to have mercy on me.. when He knows that stuff we ordered are keeping coming and reminding me, Devil likes reminding and I loved it to, just for me it’s hell but not for Him.. wondering why would He leave me not knowing will i see Him again when He knows what it do to me.. and what it do to me that because of work i am going today at professors place and will be there for few days.. and how doesn’t mean anything that i lost my anal virginity for my Master if it doesn’t mean anything that i was a toy just a sex toy for professor and his two friends.. and doesn’t it mean anything that some new dirty thoughts are running up my head and where I think I could only do them with Devil.. sure I forget them in time but that’s not the point.. just wondering with what I earned such cruel emotionless treatment, and why would my Master want to damage things he liked about me, why changing something that pleases Him, why trying to take away trust that made us go into rabbit hole. Why leaving me in such risky situations. Why changing everything we built.. just a word would help me keep my same mentality like we used have.. it’s not about how much I’ll wait for Devil or was it the only strong connection where He had all and beyond.. it’s about just a bit of care for Your toy.. and she never demanded always begged or my Master actually doesn’t want big jumps and keeping them not damaging.. He knows I just needed Him to land me after such tense task, can’t I rely on my Lord?

She's the angel you'd fight the devil for
And I am the hatred you'd give up love for

She is the heaven you'll go through hell for
I'm malignantly toxic; you can't help, but ask more

She's the light you'd go through darkness for
And I am the earthquake preceded by cloudburst

She is the sunshine after a thunderous downpour
Well, I am a terror; no height I wont bring you down from.! El Sacerdote

That night after drinking and dancing for an hour in a Peruvian bar, we ran into this little devil who had just arrived. We were on our way out and we proposed to her for a few dollars that she accompany us to continue the party at our hotel.After several drinks he ended up sucking me and my friends' cocks. He had no objection to the double anal and he loved the cumshots on his face, but above all he asked for it to be finished inside the uterus. He told us that he wanted our milk inside and that he wanted that we make him a child, that made us very horny and we took off the condoms to pay attention to his wishes.

I confess, I had the opportunity to have a devil's threesome with this gorgeous magnificent milf and her husband and I totally blew it! I got overly nervous and couldn't get hard. She had the tightest and best tasting pussy ever and her body was absolutely perfect, there was no reason for me not to get hard other than my nerves. I can't believe what a loser I am. I truly hate myself and wish I could just disappear

I have a question, some of you might be able to answer.

A little prelude - I am a 41 year old, married woman, with offsprings. I have been married for 16 years, and in the last few (since covid), I have been feeling uneasy.

Our sex life is vanilla, and it has been getting worse by the day. We still have sex, but I just dont find it pleasing enough. There is some blame on my end, since, when we met, I figured him as a marriage material, because he was, and I was a bit restrained by the thoughts of what will he think of me, so I was reluctant to do some things, I usually did.

Besides that, we have a wonderful marriage, and there is nothing I would want more - besides the sex part.

You might say - surprise him, but there is a catch, even though he is wonderful, he always felt insecure about himself. Plus, I used to be a knock out (I think I still am), and he has been jealous before. On vacation, when he would catch someone looking at me, he would nag about my bikini, how skimpy it is (it was not), and I guess I just felt he would think something bad of it.

So, I turned to the internet, and here I am.

Still, this and other places around the net, havent got much to offer for a woman. Stories are ok, but not exciting enough, and my thirst has been growing.

Now it might be the time to mention, that I have had my doubts about my appearance as well. Men were all over me, before I got married, but over the years, it kind a died down. I do notice that I still gain attraction, men still wanna flirt with me, but I was used to much, much, much more attention.

So, to test this out, I installed tinder. Just for laughs, and to see if I still got it. I set my location to a big city (we live in a small town), and...

Dear god, the amount of attention I got. And I only swiped right to the best looking men. I was in awe. Messaging, sexting, all of it, was so intoxicating, that I had to pull myself together, not to get lost in this virtual whirlpool of lust.

These things do not last long, since there is always something that will happen.

He was my crush at uni. I was in love with him for more than 2 years. He was everything I ever wanted in a man - tall, manly, with strong, black facial hair (back then that wasnt as popular as it is today), he was a great student, dating the best looking girls, yet he would get into trouble and bar fights. Someone who could love me, protect me, lift me up on his shoulders and carry me around.

I knew him, and we became friends. I could feel sparks between us, but he always had a girlfriend. I saw him looking at me, but when I tried to hint something, he would get cold. So, after he broke up with one of his girls, my younger cousin, who was a freshman, asked me to try to set up a date between them.

I only did it, because I thought he would say no. She was beautifull, but tiny, while I had all the atributes of a woman. So I did it, and his face lit up when I pointed her out to him. So, they hooked up, and I was so mad at myself.

I tried evading him, but my emotions were too strong. They dated for a few months, when one night, when we were hanging out together, he got drunk, and tried to kiss me. It was wrong, it was so wrong, so I backed out. He confessed, that he is in love with me, that he has been around me for so long, because of that.

My heart was pounding, I couldnt do it to her, so I said no, with a lamenting question, that I kept on repeating "why didnt you tell me before all of this?"

Tomorrow, he broke up with her, telling her that it is because of me, which lead to a scene, that I would rather evade describing. I got mad at him, for ruining my relationship with her, and just ghosted him.

Now, he is here, on my tinder. He stayed in the city, while I got back home, and got married.

Single, and still handsome as the devil.

I couldnt resist, I ran to him, only few days after our first contact. As soon as I got into his appartment, we didnt speak, just started kissing and undressing. I was so excited, that I was on top of him within seconds, riding him so fast, that I thought I would pass out. I came, I dont know, so fast, that I am not sure if it was a matter of minutes, or seconds.

He was kissing me with such passion, that I almost started crying.

He said: "I love you"
He said: "I have always loved you"
He said: "I wanna fuck you, all day, every day, until I drop dead."

And then he fucked me in the ass. And I wanted it. And I loved it.

So, here I am, writing this, and gaining courage to leave everything behind, and move in with him. I might sound like a complete idiot, but I feel that if I dont go through with this, that I will never be able to forgive myself.

Is this destiny, or not?

Can one leave her family, for the sake of herself, and not totally regret it?

Anyone got more of her? She can be a devil to me anytime!

Check this bullshit out.. I'm a pagan, I know, you holy rollers think i worship the devil, I dont, promise... And my younger (15) brother's ex girlfriend asked me If I knew of any supernatural means of helping her win him back. I told her i'd research it for her. She is 13, and good looking from the neck down, btw. I found some hoodoo, that from what I was told was some strong shit. And i gave her a simple explanation. Lots of ritual involved. I also told her that there was a good chance it wouldnt work, but she didnt care. Having been a pagan for the better part of 15 years i've seen some shit, that's honestly made me question all i was taught to believe in, but that isnt the point of my rant, getting back on track, lol. Part of the ritual involves her being in a state of implicit lust. I wrote her an email, explaining all of this. And her MOM and DAD, violated her privacy, and read it... Now her mom thinks i was trying to get her to fuck me... Nice... I was also planning on making the 4 hour drive to visit my lil bro, and my dad, and since i'm lazy I asked her to check on hotel prices for me... I'll admit, the email could be taken in a questionable context, but I never even remotely stated I wanted to fuck her. I dont bang somebody that my blood has already had, i think it's gross, and I'm allergic to prison, lol. It's funny her Christian mom, only saw what she wanted to see... And she calls me, thinking she can put me in prison for the email, lol, I spoke to a lawyer, and she can try all she wants, not gonna happen... So i cut off all contact regardless, but the dumb little girl set herself up to look like she did no wrong. And her parents tried to bait me via text messages, but when you do that, you should study that persons grammer... I dont send naked pic's to anybody cuz i'm butt ass ugly, im not gonna send them to a 13 year old girl, who's fucking m little brother, lol. But anyways, it just goes to show ya, it doesnt pay to be a nice person, lol... But mom also didnt see where I kept asking her daughter if she wanted to change her mind about the ritual, and me telling her it wouldnt work, and to let nature take its course... Narrow minded christians should be shot, LOL... They talk to god, and it's all good, I worship mother earth, and practice Magick, and i'm insane... Hypocrites...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anyone ever hear of Roxy Deville? My confession is when I was 17 and in highschool, I worked in the mall and she was my boss. I was completely oblivious to it but she made it very obvious she wanted to fuck me before she left for LA... after she left for LA telling me "I had my fucking chance" and never speaking to me again. She just added me on facebook a few weeks ago though so I guess its a start.

I confess I'm thinking of a little blackmail...

Someone here will no doubt say, bullshit, but this story is 100% true.

I was looking through ads on Craigslist and I happened across this not bad looking girl who says she�s looking for �a little fun� and some �help� with her bills.

Sure, why not? I�m not opposed to paying for a piece and so I sent her an email. She emailed me back and then I Googled her email and phone number.

Genius that she is, she�s using the same email address for her online whoring that she�s using on facebook and so I found her facebook account. She even has the same picture on there that she used in one of the other ads that turned up in the same Google.

She has literally dozens of facebook friends, including several of her relatives.

The devil that sits on one of my shoulders is whispering all kinds of evil ideas in my ear.

Basically the idea is, call her up, give her some money for some pussy and throw in a little extra for her to pose for some pictures.

From there, see what she�s willing to do to keep me from sending all of her friends and family the pics, as well as links to her various online whore ads.

I wonder what she would do to keep dear old dad from finding out she�s willing to spread her legs for a hundred bucks?

I confess that just the other night, the Mister and I got off thinking about a future family...

Open on Daddy and myself kneeling by the tub where our three children--a boy of eleven and two girls (eight and six) are playing and splashing and touching one another. He and I wash them thoroughly and especially well in the specially dirty places. From there it gets more graphic. The girls are kissing each other while they kiss and lick their Daddy's cock, one mouth on either side. As they please their Daddy, I take care of our son, stroking his hard cock and then sucking it when he stands.

Then Daddy wants my cunt, so he bends me over the tub, our boy sitting again. Daddy shoves my head down into the water and onto my son's cock while he rams his cock deep inside my wet little pussy. My boy shoots his load in my throat and my Master gifts me with his inside me. When daddy pulls out, our sweet pleasing girls lick his cock clean.

Awful, right? I know, but fuck, I came so incredibly hard...mm.

Thanks, Mister. ;)
"Saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike: She'll eat you alive."

A bit of history first... I met my wife while we were both in the Navy and that was over 19 years ago. Anyway this is quite long so please bear with me. Tks.

Years ago Sally was one partying person and would try almost anything. One of our favorite times was when we were stationed in Hawaii. You could do just about anything there and get away with it. Sally had this passion about meeting swingers but that is a different story and time ... For those who find this offensive please let me know and I will remove it.

When we went out, normally on a Friday night, at first we would drink and drive until one night it was revealed to me in no uncertain terms about how our careers could quickly end. So to continue with the Friday night partying in Honolulu I started checking us into hotels. The best thing I ever did actually because it opened up a new sexual world with Sally.

After several overnighters I found out Sally loved bubble baths. So I planned our next one down to the minute details. During those days, Sally always wore dresses or skirts and she had (still does) one fantastic sexual body. Except now it�s hard to get her into a dress or skirt, but I'm working on it...

It was a Friday as normal and then it hit me. Make hotel reservations before Sally got home and have everything packed into the car to head out the minute she got home. Our daughter could spend the night with her friends. I had all of Sally's clothes that I wanted her to wear that evening. I also packed up some cold champagne and patron tequila for some fun times. You see when Sally drank she got sexy crazy and was very easy to manipulate to a certain point.

Fast forward ... we are at the hotel and Sally is all so happy. Take me out to eat, she says. Later I tell her, first let's check into our hotel and then we can go eat. But it wasn't going to happen tonight. I wanted her totally drunk for my fun. I let the bellhop take our stuff up into our room while we checked in. Once we walk into our room, Sally first checks out the bath tub. She was excited because it was super big. Sally wasted no time in getting into that hot bubble bath. As she leaned back enjoying the heat I poured her some champagne and lit small candles in the restroom. Sally was in ecstasy heaven.
While she drank I would go back into our room and pour tequila into her champagne and give it to her mixed together as such. She had no clue what I was doing but she sure enjoyed her drinks. Over enjoyed them you might say. By the time she was finished with her hot bubble bath she was four sheets to the wind. Moldable now! At this stage you could get her to try anything and that was what I had in store for her tonight.

Once Sally dried off she wraps a large bath towel around her and walks into our room. She noticed our patio door and blinds were open but didn�t say anything about them being open or the possibility of people more than likely seeing her. We walked out together onto the open balcony, there were no walls separating the rooms. It was one open balcony that went around the entire hotel floor. We looked over the railing and people looked like small ants from our position.

As I was handing Sally another so called spiked drink a couple of Navy guys exited their room next to ours and came outside to stand next to Sally and talk. Sally paid no mind to her condition or that she was wrapped only in the large bath towel. The towel was wrapped in such a way that it showed lots of cleavage and it was short enough to expose her lovely soft thighs, even if it covered up her nice ass. And the two Navy guys were paying particular attention to their personal view of her. Since Sally was only 4�11� tall�well you could very easily see what she had to offer. I refilled Sally�s glass twice while we stood out there talking to them. They were in from a carrier and were here to PARTYYYYY. Great I�m thinking to myself. And then it hit me. Time to give Sally some of that public humiliation I always thought about. I told the guys where we would be going later that night, hoping to meet them there. I had this feeling that they would be there. Sally and I turned and walked back into our room as their eyes followed her.

Sally went into the bathroom to apply her makeup. Now it was my move. I immediately undressed and walked into the bathroom. As Sally was bent over the sink applying her makeup and plucking her eye brows as I walked up behind her, removed her bath towel and started the reach around while rubbing her ass cheeks. My hard cock was between her ass cheeks while I fingered her. Sally slowly began to �hump back� as my cock slid between her legs. In and out my cock went between her legs, this action along with my fingers got her nice and wet. As Sally bent over she helped get my cock into her pussy. Bent over as such, Sally was resting her marvelous breasts on the counter. I grabbed her hips and went to town on her. She was starring into the mirror on the wall as this was happening. I was not sure what she was enjoying. Was it her breasts bouncing up and down or the expressions on my face as I screwed her? It didn�t matter to me as I rammed the point home and came deep inside of her. Sally has this routine which I can only describe, she can squeeze her pussy lips together and sort of hold you inside of her. It�s like you are locked inside of her and can�t pull out while she continually squeezes her lips together. When Sally was finished milking me empty then I was able to pull out. Oh one thing I forgot to mention was that our bathroom and bed were visible from our hotel door and the patio. I did see the guys walk by several times and stare at us during our sink episode. Sally did not see them since my body covered her view. They might not have seen much but they knew what was going on.

As Sally sat down on the toilet to clean herself (what a sight to enjoy btw), I picked up the panties she wore and cleaned my cock off on them throwing them at her. She just laughed and said gross. She stands up and finishes putting on the rest of her make up while I put on a pair of my underwear. Sally in all of her splendor walks out of the bathroom naked and stands in front of me. She spreads her arms wide open and announces, �ta da, I�m done. How do I look?� I�m floored. She looks fucktastic with all the dark makeup on her eyes. Wow is all I can say. So sexy. Sally walks over the end of our king size bed, reaches into our suitcase searching for clean panties to wear. When she can�t find them because I didn�t pack any for her, she flips out. I calm her down and tell her to wear her damn panty hose. Hey she wears them without panties anyway! As she sits down and is pulling them up, I dare her to cut the crotch out of them and to wear them that way. She easily agrees and too easily I must say. I hand her my mustache scissors and she swiftly removed the crotch from her panty hose. Pulls them up and parades around the room in them for me.

All I can think is what a devil I am. But I had more in store for her. Once again Sally is rummaging through the suitcase. And guess what? She can�t find her slip or bra. I can�t go dressed like this into town she says. Oh sure you can, no one will notice, I tell her. But they�ll see through my dress and my breasts? Well I just can�t go like this. Oh yes you can, as I embrace her and give her a nice hug while sucking on her neck � that�s her easy spot btw. Get that action going and she�s purring like a kitten. Mindful she is drunk, she quickly agrees with another �OK!� Shit I got it made now I�m thinking. Sally walks to the closet to get her dress. It�s one of my favorite dresses that she wears. Silky black dress, short on her legs and very loose on top. When she sits down wearing this dress you get lots of thigh action. I�m thinking she�ll have a very hard time (as will guys staring at her) keeping her nice breasts inside her dress and her thighs covered. While watching her walk to the closet and admiring her bare ass, its instant hard on time for me. Before Sally reaches her dress, I grab her hands and lead her back to the bed. She states excitedly, you�re ready again! As I lay her down on her back, legs hanging over the bed (her legs don�t touch the floor), she has one large smile on her face. I get on the bed and start sucking her tits, her nipples get very big and hard with the sucking. The next thing Sally feels is my cock between her tits as I have a go at them. I notice the two Navy guys standing in our patio doorway watching us. I hold Sally�s head so she can�t turn and see them. And this was perfect. She held her breasts together for me to screw them and each time my cock reached her mouth she opened wide and she would suck my cock head. You could hear my cock make a popping sound as I pulled out of her mouth. I turned several times to see if we still had our company and we did. I was ready to explode and Sally knew it. No, no she then said, you�ll mess up my makeup and my hair damnit. Stop it!

Sally was able to turn her head and she saw them. Sally tried getting up but it was too late, I exploded between her big tits and held them together as I finished. ASSHOLE was her only reply. Me, I�m laughing inside. Sally stood up facing the guys and tried to cover her breasts but they had seen it all. She made her way to the restroom and refused to come out until I closed the curtains. Yeah sure! I closed them, now come out, I tell her. She peeks out and yells close them damn it. Nope, I�m not closing them and you see that they aren�t here now so some on out and get dressed. Well if you are going to be that way, then so can I, she replied. She came out of the restroom like she had a mission of trying to embarrass me by letting someone else see her naked. But it aint going to work, lol. At the closet Sally steps into her dress, pulls it up. Well since I�m being wicked with her tonight, I might as well tell you what I did to her dress seam. You see Sally is also a seamstress and enjoys sewing. So before I placed her dress into our car while she was at work, I grabbed her seam ripper and removed her back seam. I have to admit that I did it quite professionally if I must say so myself. I�m leaving her totally exposed tonight. I�m pushing the envelope on her exposure and then some. At times when Sally drinks very, very occasionally she can be a real mean bitch. Lucky for me that tonight she was being so easy going and cheerful, believe it or not.

A bitch one minute and so easy going the next. Yeah Baby was all that I was thinking. Sally is standing fixing herself in front of the mirror trying to cover her breast just right I guess while behind her I�m watching her dress open and close, revealing that nice ass of hers, and then I saw the look in her eyes, it was one of those �I�m not going anywhere dressed like this look�. I immediately grabbed her left hand and pulled her out of our hotel room. Sally went along peacefully. As we walked to the elevator I stopped to admire her ass, with each step she took her dress opened up showing off her nakedness. Sally was totally clueless. Such a turn on. We step into the elevator. Now this elevator traveled up and down the outside of the hotel, three sides were glass so you could enjoy the view outside! Sally stood facing towards the street admiring the views. The elevator came to a halt somewhere around the tenth floor. As the couple stood to enter the man�s wife, who was one hot ass bitch herself I must admit, stopped in her tracks with her mouth wide open. She was staring at Sally�s back and saw her dress wide open. Her husband was next to her also wide eyed. His wife lets out a gasp and pulls her husband off the elevator. Sally turns around wondering what the hell that was all about.

Once we hit the hotel lobby, I see the place packed. Crap, what happens now, I�m wondering. Should I even be doing this? I�m thinking this was one bad idea all around. I�m having second decisions. Except Sally made the decision for me. Sally walked out in front of me. All I thought about was trying to stop her. As she walked through the lobby in front of me, the looks on their faces also made the decision for me. They enjoyed what they were seeing. And that was I needed. There wasn�t a person in the crowded lobby that did not turn their heads to watch and stare at Sally. There were also several Japanese male tourists that stopped to take pictures of her. Wish I had gotten a few of them. One tourist even made small talk with Sally and had his picture taken with her. She is such a good ambassador. I must say that Sally was enjoying all the attention. If she only knew!! We walked the two blocks to our favorite club and entered the club like we owned the place. Such an attitude, lol.

Last night, I had a drunk sex with one of my wife's friends.

Little back story, they go way back, but they aren't really best of friends. I felt some vibe from her, but my wife later on told me, that has been sleeping around, cheating on her husband, so I attributed that to her being a hoe.

She is not very attractive, she is short, a little back heavy, and kind of cute, but not the kind of woman who would turn heads. I was never really interested in her, until the revelation of her frequent infidelity.

Last night, since my wife is away for the weekend, and our kids go out on their own (we are both in late 40's), I got out to the local restaurant with live music, with two friends, and she was there. Greeted her, she looked kind of nice in leather pants, but I thought nothing of it.

As night went on, I got really drunk, and somehow, she was at our table, with some other woman, soon enough people started to leave, and she was sitting on my lap. I was out of it, and we ended up in some apartment, not hers, and started to undress. I can't quite remember, but I even think that she started undressing me, that she was the pushy one. I couldn't really start the engines, so she sucked me for a long time, to get me into working order. As soon as I felt power going through my body, some devil got woken up in me, so I started calling her names. Next moment, she was on top of me, in a reverse cowgirl, so I started smacking her ass, calling her the worst names ever, and she seemed to like it, since she started moaning like a little pig and came.

I told her I want to cum on her whore face, in those exact words, and that was maybe the least offensive thing I said whole night, and she got on her knees, and waited. I think I fucked her face for half an hour, while continuing with the insult, and as I felt a spark of orgasm, I pulled out, and the blast was so hard, that it spurted all over her hair.

It was amazing!!!!

Now, this morning, as reality kicked in, I am really scared I fucked up. Rationally, she will probably keep her mouth shut, but still, what if...

So, I am petrified and horny, at the same time.

. I know how greedy Devil is, he wants all. Would he ignoring all throwd down at his feet. And while my cravings go further and extreme, wondering what have changed in this story in these years. Does he notice. I wonder what amount of self humiliation, openness and willingnes would make Devil to hear my begging.
I crave my hair wrapped around His firm hand, you know the one He colored by His likining. Twisting on my nipples, you know the one He pierced. Thirsty of His cum. While I beg. Make me useful my Lord.
Craving just a little reminder like a good puppy. Feed your puppy or she might die :p
I want to beg, please let me.

I know that my submissive emotional piece of mind always gets a lot of trolls on here and some disturbing messages. But jad the need for a little thought.. You know Master what's weird.. I have been bitten by the Devil when we played He saw me covered and filled with cum. And Je said that soon should be me. And then He got busy while I daily try to think of the fun I could drag at my Master's feet so we could have fun in this busy life. I get the dresses new toys new troubles with people we play with or people that my Master use to make me squirm. In all that.. might be that I miss the naughty more than my overly busy Master does.. or He does miss it same as me just not sharing it with me. And then what got my attention in this mindset was the masochistic urge to be "bored " together with my Master. As He can't find a little time to see all the naughty I have done in this week and what troubles I have floating in the air waiting hell to break lose. It's like gambling, I poke poke the trouble and then watch it anove me swirling and watching will my Master pick some of it to use it "against me" could hit in two ways lol.. some is fun and naughty and some do make me squirm and make my skin feel like it's being too tight and soo uncomfortable to sit in. And then it makes me curious.. does my Master likes when I don't get the naughty things. And is there such thing as being too aching for the naughty and does the Master likes having His slave in dry condition just because she likes being His slutty cum toy

Snuck this pic of my sexy drunk cousin yesterday during our round of golf. I’m on vacation visiting her and some other family in Florida and all I want to do is fuck the shit out of her. Every guy at the golf course eyed her up and down. Our bare legs touched a few times in the golf cart and it took forever for my dick to soften back up. Yeah she’s hot.  Years of gymnastics have sculpted her body to perfection. Her and I have been hanging out a lot since she in college student with the most free time and I think I’m falling in love. We haven’t seen each other in a while and we are having a blast. She’s so much fun in addition to being unbelievable attractive. We are getting drunk tonight at the beach and I’m probably going to end up doing something I regret. I’d sell my souls to the devil just to see her naked. I needed to get this off my chest. If anyone has any magic spell to get her on my dick please share it. 

George Bush, Queen Elizabeth, and Vladimir Putin all die and go to hell.

While there, they spy a red phone and ask what the phone is for. The devil tells them it is for calling back to Earth.

Putin asks to call Russia and talks for 5 minutes. When he is finished the devil informs him that the cost is a million dollars, so Putin writes him a check.

Next Queen Elizabeth calls England and talks for 30 minutes. When she is finished the devil informs her that the cost is 6 million dollars, so she writes him a check.

Finally George Bush gets his turn and talks for 4 hours. When he is finished the devil informs him that the cost is $5.00.

When Putin hears this he goes ballistic and asks the devil why Bush got to call the USA so cheaply.

The devil smiles and replies, "Since Obama took over, the country has gone to hell, so it's a local call.

Hey folks,
I have a bit of a situation and I need an opinion from you guys.
Ill break down my story into 3 brief parts for ease of reading.

1) Me:
I work a white collar job at a well established company in the downtown NYC.

2) The credit card incident:
This evening I was working late at the office. At around 6:45 the cleaning crew comes into our office to clean up the waste bins. The lady who cleans around my desk is in her late 20's..maybe 28-29ish. Very cute, hispanic and has a petite, good body.

I deliberately placed my credit card under my waste bin, as if I'd dropped it there by mistake. I knew she would see it when she was cleaning up, it was pretty visible. I wanted to see if she would hand it over to me since I sit right next to it.
She didn't! In fact when she placed the bin back in its place, she placed it directly on top of my credit card so as to obstruct my view completely. This was a good litmus test to see what was in her head at the time. In my POV, she would probably have come back after I left the office and snagged it.

3) The actual conversation:
I left about 10 mins after the credit incident, she was still in my office cleaning other desks. Nobody else was around. I stopped by and this was the conversation we had:

Me: "Hey, I live nearby and am moving out of my apartment this month end. I was looking for somebody who could help me with cleaning the bathroom and kitchen tiles and do some house cleanup."

Her: Her face completely lit up with a huge smile and she pointed to herself and in broken English, she said, "Me Me! I can do it".

Me: " Sooooo...should I call you?"

Her: "Yes yes, and she wrote her number on some cleaning napkins and gave me a huge smile".

Me: "Thank you, I will call you and we could work out any amount for your services."

Her: "Thank you."

And then I left.

My Dilemma:
Although I can genuinely use this ladys help in cleaning up my apartment before moving out, now I having some wicked thoughts in my head, especially after seeing the way she jumped up when I told her I was looking for help.

I plan on calling her this weekend, How much should I pay her for cleaning up? How do I take it further and tempt her by giving some more cash? I know I sound like the devil right now, but Im a generous giver and can pay her whatever she asks me. I'll help her out if she does too.

Thoughts..comments?
P.S- If anything does happen.. Ill make sure to post it here, that is my promise!

looking for an old video, girl was in shower had braces saying "i dont finger" but she does it anyway

also think there was a song that went something along the lines of "theres a devil between us" or some shit like that

She was an angel in hell, everyone said she fell. But the truth was, she needed the fire. She had been trapped in the clouds screaming so loud, possess me and let me feel your fire of lust, burning passion, your look of infernal desire, your soft and tender touches throughout my body. Let me feel the explosion of your fire and pour all your nectar all over my body. Until they gave her what she wanted.

On the hard ground that she would land on her knees, she would remain standing while she waited for him to arrive. And when she returned, she felt her heart burn. He was magnificent and he was alive.

She wanted to see if this angel would be afraid of her world below her. But the expression on her face made her heart race, she was in awe of the fires that glowed.

She was an angel in hell. Everyone thought that she had fallen, but fallen angels do not come from above. She got stuck in the sky while she looked everywhere for the devil, who was her only love, My Beloved Devil Love ...Your The Queen Of The Darkness...Your Priestess Goddess Phoenix !!!

on the day you choose death
we should be married
i want wedding bells
you dressed in a beautiful black dress
black hi glossed nail polish
pitch black licorice lips
to shade red tongue saliva
and teeth to bite me with
little pretty razor slits on pursed lips
a blood painting
the color rouge to excite
your mascaraed eyelids
thick and wet
like rain from joyous crying

and then i want to take us far away
in a large black hearse
re-pleat with mahogany casket
dragging white skulls behind us
jockeying on an old gravel road
devil may care sirens howling
like the winds of nether worlds
where demons fuck each other sublime
rich with the stench of ass
me kissing bare feet wiggled toes
your arched legs out the the window
for spring breezes kiss

written
emblazoned in white
"just married, so in love and gratefully dead by morning"

then to embrace and make love
to brush lips tender and bleed
with beautiful pearl handled silver cutlery
a crimson circus of erotic torments and laughter

she lavished me
with pink estuaries wet
between grimaced contortions
and tender licks brutal
mad for undoing

she spoon fed me her blood
like luke beet broth
a little at a time
a kind beautiful brides
late summer soup
being like a mother

i licked it off her fingers
tender thighs like creamy red velvet cake
and buttery breasts silken
every stitch and inch
glistening copulations sugar sweet
her heart breaking for obliteration
she a beggar
her clitoris a weeping delta
crowned princess thanatos in nylons
with grace beyond measure
she spread wide for the graves caress

we poured our love into each others veins
like flasks of claret
fondling smiling wounds
eager for tongues caress
she supplicates
with slow bleeding belly and wrists
gauzed ankles
with rimming gates tender
and determined ligature

make me yours forever
she entreats
until happily vanquished
a clanking skeleton
yet still a whisper of cunts undulating drool
to pleasure you oh cock of mine

my tongue ravenous
in her hollow breathless black cadaverous mouth cooing
whispering melodically
toe tapping
Marilyn Manson songs
calling her in echoes naked mouth
are you dead my sweet ?
not yet she said
keep trying
smush me harder now
no regrets
with silky stockings or black strap
until i stop fussing
let me gift you
with labyrinths sunken
my seeds squandered in dark puddles
ruin me

her arms wrapped around
stiff
like paper mache
even dead she wont let go
how sweet

i run wires over indifferent ankles and arms
girding reckless torso
tethered to iron doors shut
feet over head
to pull her apart
wide
and slide my bubble of poison
in a hundred more times
as i ravished her
she all surrender
fragrant
a ghastly confection
vaulted

i hear her call
a brooding specter
am i enough for you
please darling
take all
and more
i am a whore for death and love
a poetic fiction
with true longing
alive always
veiled
in the cave of the soul*