The other night I went out drinking with a friend of mine. We came back to my place to smoke and afterwards he said he was too drunk to drive home so I offered him the couch. I waited about 10-15 minutes after he passed out and I started to feel around his shorts. He was snoring pretty loud at this point so I got a little more bold, I unzipped him and tried to feel around for the hole at the front of his boxers. Finally after what felt like 5 minutes I pulled out his limp but thick cock. After another loud snore assured me he was still asleep I lowered my head onto his dick. After a minute or two he started to get hard and I was really starting to get into it, but also terrified at the same time if he woke up because I would, at best, get my ass kicked. Suddenly he stopped snoring so I backed off for a couple minutes, leaving his dick out in the open air. I came back a couple minutes later when the snoring resumed, sucked him for a couple more minutes then stopped altogether and just took some pictures.

This was my girlfriend's very wet and excited reaction to watching a PETA video of a terrified monkey being forcibly dosed with chemicals as the woman lab worker administering the dose by syringe was gently saying, "Good Boy, that's a good Boy!"

33 white male. i've been in love twice in my life. both times with beautiful petite white women. both lasted 8+ years. and finally, both relationships ended with me finding out they were cheating on me with huge black guys. i walked in on lindsay. i heard her screaming bloody murder as soon as i got inside the front door. but she wasn't being murdered. when i ran in, we were all in shock. the man stood up and i saw the size of his over-sized, unfucking fair fucking big big black cock, i knew exactly why she was cheating on me with this man. i felt my heart sink to my stomach and my white dick shrivel up two sizes, instantly.. how the fuck did this happen to me again? The worst part - now i want big black cock like that to find and fuck me. and i'm terrified that i will seek that out. i'm straight. i've always been straight. i want to be straight. my head is all fucked up now.

My sister , my mother and me travel alot by car since they are terrified of airplanes. One time during one of our many pit stops the motel 6 had only one room available so we had to cram into a single bedroom. Deep into the night i was awakened by a splashing sound only to discover how my mother was masturbating on her sleep. Seeing as how my sister was facing the opposite direction i started to watch the show and soon enough my breathing became really heavy. I could see how her cum made her pussy shine with the few lights on the room; i couldnt take it anymore so i started to masturbate and soon enough i cummed. With my hand completely wet with cum I touched my mothers face and lips leaving a good trail of cum. After a while she stopped and moved still asleep towards my sister and kissed her but in a good mother to sister manner. To bad her face was so filled with cum

I'm looking for a girl who would like to do the following: Film yourself while reading out loud one of my erotic execution stories and masturbate to it while doing so. If you want to stay anonymous cover your face or keep your face outside the camera's scope.

Here's the story:

Imagine you got captured and they brought you to the infamous “death camp”. A military camp where girls are being raped, tortured and executed for the entertainment of the troops. The regular girls serve as personal snuff escorts. The better looking girls have to take part in absolutely perverted sex, torture and snuff live shows on stage in front of a large audience. Needless to say you belong to the second group. So only 3 days after your arrival at the camp the guards enter your cell and take you to the backstage area of the main stage. The guards hand you some sexy black stockings and order you to strip and only wear those stockings. To your surprise they also hand you a sex toy: a chain of 3 vibrating sex balls (so called Be-Wa balls). After you put on the stockings they bring you to the stage without any further explanation.

Your heart is pounding like crazy when you see the several hundred well built soldiers in the audience. Each of them staring at you, as you enter the stage almost completely naked. You hear them applauding and cheering. They seem to really look forward to this show.

The setup on the stage is pretty simple. There’s a wall in the back and the rest of the stage is empty. There are already two other beautiful girls in stockings waiting near the wall. They also hold their sex toys in their hands and it seems they don’t know what’s going on any more than you do. But there’s something else that catches your eye: At the edge of the stage about 30 feet from the wall there are 20 pretty and naked girls chained to the stage floor with spread legs. Most of them seem to be terrified. Some of them are crying. The guards lead you to the wall next to the other two girls. They order you to stand with your back to the wall and to spread your legs. You comply and two guards put cuffs around your ankles so you can’t put your legs together any more and you certainly cannot run away.

The show host enters the stage and explains the rules of this sadistic game to the audience: “As you can see we have three lovely ladies tonight. Unfortunately for them two of them won’t see the end of the evening. Only one of them will survive. Once the game starts, the ladies will place their little naughty sex toys in their pussies. Those vibrating sex balls are remote controlled. We can adjust the vibration level and therefore the amount of stimulation. The rules are simple: The girl who avoids an orgasm the longest wins the game. The two other girls who cannot control themselves will get shot to death right here, right now. We have dozens of volunteers for the firing squad. But to make it more interesting in order to fire a shot they will have to fuck one of those 20 ladies. Each member of the squad may only shoot within 10 seconds after shooting his load into the girl in front of him. So, ladies please mount you sex toys and get ready for the game of your life!”

It takes you a moment before the information sinks in… You have a hard time believing what you just heard. The thought of getting shot in front of all those people terrifies you. But you can also feel that well known tingling sensation between your legs. You hesitate to spread your cunt lips apart to insert those sex balls into your pussy, especially after you see that camera taking a close up of your exposed pussy for all the audience to see on the large video walls. Your hands are shaking but somehow you manage to push the large balls inside your surprisingly wet pussy. You hear the voice of the host: “Let the games begin!”

The balls start vibrating… you have never used this kind of sex toy before so you are surprised. The vibration feels just great… Apparently each of the balls can be adjusted individually by whoever controls them. The different vibration patterns start to drive you crazy. It’s like you’re getting fucked remotely by someone you cannot even see. You close your eyes and enjoy that feeling for a couple of seconds. As you open your eyes again you realise that about 700 good looking soldiers a starring at a closeup of your fully aroused and dripping wet pussy. Being watched like this arouses you even more. A vicious cycle starts to kick in. The more you try to relax and not get too excited the hornier you get. You feel the urge to help yourself to an even better experience by rubbing your clit, but then you remember the only rule of the game: YOU MUST NOT CUM!

Apparently the other two girls are having similar experiences. The pretty blond girl to your left starts panting and you can hear suppressed moaning sounds.

As if the whole scenario was not arousing enough you see 20 muscle packed soldiers entering the stage. One after the other opens his trousers and takes out his already hard cock. They kneel down between the spread legs of the 20 girls and start playing with their bodies. Some of the guys seem to get impatient as they already push their cocks in their girl’s pussies. Some prefer their girl’s mouth and some just start jerking it.

You take a good look at the show in front of you… most of the girls seem to be terrified, but some of them seem to enjoy their treatment. As you take a closer look you realise the gun lying next to each girl on the floor. The thought that several of those guns might be pointed at you in a couple of minutes almost gets you over the edge. You feel an orgasm building up and you try everything to fight it…. But the more you fight the more intense it gets.

As you reached the point where you almost didn’t care any more about the consequences and just accept the fact that you would cum right now you hear the blond girl next to you releasing a muffled scream… The expression on her face says it all: She apparently just had a very intense and undeniable orgasm.

After a couple of seconds the blond girl opens her eyes and the bliss of her orgasm abruptly turns into the horror of realising that she just lost the game and therefore will lose her life.

You feel kind of pity for her but at the same time you’re happy she came just seconds before you would have reached a climax. The distraction helped you to calm down a little bit and your building orgasm subsides slowly.

As you look at the 20 squad members you notice that they already got into full action, pounding their big and hard cocks mercilessly in the pretty girls’ bodies. It’s the wildest orgy you ever saw in your life. The panting and moaning gets louder and more intense every second. Only moments later the camera shows how the first soldier pulls his cock from his 18 year old blond girl and shoots his cum all over her belly. The guys enjoys his orgasm only for a second then he grabs the gun, takes aim and “bang” the first bullet of the evening slams into the blond girl just standing two meters to your left. The girls screams as it hits her right thigh.

To everyone’s surprise he then points the gun at the girl he was just fucking and shoots her directly in her cunt. The girl screams in pain and shock. Now you realise why those 20 girls have been so terrified. Apparently the soldiers are supposed to shoot their fuck toys to indicate on which body part they were aiming when shooting at the show girl.

The soldier gets up and hands the gun to next shooter in line. The next guy kneels down with his hard dick and shoves it right into the poor blond’s destroyed pussy.

The camera switches to the next guy who just sprayed his load into a pretty brunette 20 year old. He grabs the gun, takes aim and the bullet hits the girl next to you in her right chest. Apparently that was exactly where he wanted to hit her, because only seconds later he also shoots a bullet into his fuck toys right chest as well.

Then everything happens really fast. Almost at the same time 3 more guys orgasm and fire their guns at the poor blond girl next to you. She gets hit in her kneecaps, in the waist and the third bullet actually hits directly above her fuck hole. As the camera zooms in you can see that the bullet went straight into her clit and ripped the upper part of her pussy wide open.

As you watch how the shooter points his gun directly at the 19 year old’s clitoris in front of him you feel that uncontrollable urge again to give in and rub your own clit to an fantastic orgasm. The pleading and begging of the terrified girl almost gets you over the edge, and as the shooter actually pulls the trigger and the poor girl’s clit explodes in a fountain of blood you simply give up… you’re way past the point of no return. You can feel an enormous orgasm building up between your legs, the vibration of the sex toy drives you crazy and then you can’t hold it any longer. Your orgasms feels like an explosion and it seems to last forever. You enjoy every second of it, because you know it might be your last.

When you hear the host announcing that you just lost the game a second orgasm wave hits you. Now that you have nothing more to loose you will just enjoy the rest of the show.

You open your eyes and now that the next bullet might be for you, you start to look at this show a little differently. Instead of just being excited, a feeling of sheer panic and horror adds up to your mix of emotions. You watch in horror as two guys almost simultaneously shoot their sperm on two further young fuck toys. Both of them grab their guns and this time you can see the nozzles being pointed directly at you. Within 3 seconds both soldiers pull the trigger. First you feel like something bit you on your left arm… only that the “bite” gets more and more painful in fractions of second. Then you feel a gush of air just an inch below your pussy. When you see how the soldier points his gun at the pussy of his fuck toy you realise that he was actually aiming for your love canal. This time you literally dodged the bullet but it’s only a matter of time until you will get seriously hit.

The cameras show that at least 5 more guys got ready to shoot. Everything happens very fast now. You don’t even have time to see who’s aiming for you and who’s aiming for the other girl. All of the sudden you feel like someone had kicked you in the left leg but then you realise your knee had been shot. But compared to the girl next to you you were lucky. Within seconds two bullets hit her in her tits, one of them directly in her nipple. Another bullet hit her in the belly while the last one hit her vagina once again and tore it so far open that her sex toy slides right out of her and falls on the floor. You can see blood flowing out of her mouth, her lungs must have been hit. And only seconds later a bullet hits her head. Her dead body collapses next to you.

Another wave of adrenalin pushes through your body. Seeing that girl dying just next to you gave you an additional kick. The mixture of fear, excitement, humiliation and desperation gives you an incredible push for your level of arousal. You start to feel that tickling sensation between your legs again. Now that you have nothing more to loose you don’t hold back any longer and start rubbing your clit furiously. At least you still have a clit. In the last 20 minutes alone at least 10 women had lost their private parts to bullets. The thought that your womanhood could be destroyed any second now just let’s you masturbate faster and faster.

Now that the other girl is dead all the shooters focus on you naturally. Within 20 seconds you get shot in your shoulder, both of your thighs, your waist and your arm. The adrenalin and the excitement take away most of the pain but you can still feel a fair amount of it. With each shot you get closer to your orgasm. “Only a little longer… please don’t hit my cunt before I cum” are your thoughts as you rub your pussy like crazy. Your brain doesn’t even realise any longer when a bullet hits you. All you want is to feel that sensational feeling of the perfect orgasm for a very last time in your life. And suddenly there it was… that feeling that you feel when you know you can’t stop it any more. You close your eyes and experience the most intense orgasm you ever had in your life. After the first wave subsides a second and third wave comes in… Pure bliss!

When you open your eyes you see that most of the 20 girls are dead already; shot in their tits. Which means that the shooters seem to focus on your tits now. And while you have not even finished that thought you feel not one but two bullets ripp you beautiful breasts open. Suddenly you cannot breath any more. You try to exhale but instead of air a gush of blood shoots up into your mouth. You look towards your executioners and see at least 10 of the soldiers standing there with their hard cocks point their guns in your direction. Your last thought is “at least I gave them a good show”. Then you feel 4 bullets shredding your cunt to pieces and 6 further bullets shooting through your tits. Then everything turns black.

i was caught yesterday pulling one off by the young teen next door as i sat in what i thought was a secluded part of my garden. she was watching from a small window in her attic, i was wearing sunglasses so i didn't make eye contact. i blew my load and carried on like i didn't know she was watching me. then suddenly, a SWAT team busted down my gate to the backyard and were pointing their weapons at me. i looked up and the girl had disappeared from her attic window. Chris Hanson from Dateline was standing nearby along with a man in a bear suit which i could only assume was pedo bear. they yelled at me to get my hands up and then arrested me. i literally shit and pissed myself i was so terrified. a river of shit and urine ran throughout my "secluded" part of my garden. they broke my sunglasses and threw on the handcuffs. now i am someone's bitch at county every single night all because i was a fucking pervert to the teen girl next door that i should have left alone.

i confess im terrified by the thought of galactic black holes. our Sun can burn out any day and collapse then warp into a massive stellar black hole. the gravitational pull will be insane. within months Earth would arrive to the event horizon. we are nothing in space.

Thankfully I’m a bit OCD and had prepared most of the appetizers and sides Friday and burger and dogs are well....burgers and dogs. I set up pretty quickly and with about an hour until the start time I was making my signature Sangria. Nectar of the gods with a sneaky kick if you’re not ready for it. Anyway, Ben’s number shows up in my phone and I’m excited and terrified at the same time. He coming...he’s canceling....worse. He asked if he could bring a friend. A chaperone..a buffer. I’m crushed and screaming in frustration inside but manage to use my big gurl words and cheerily say “of course!”

My friends begin to arrive at the appointed time. If anyone cares, I was wearing denim overall shorts that I think do amazing things for my butt with a plain white tank top. Music, talking, laughing...etc then a knock at the door followed by Ben coming in with his friend. Flashback.....Ben is an adorable twink maybe an inch or two over my 5’6” with a hint of musculature but quite defined. I know from lastnight that his short black hair and eyebrows are the only hair he possesses. Oh, and he has a wonderful 6 inch cock that is perfect for sucking and fucking. Lol. He introduced his friend as Randy. He was similar in build to Ben but with shoulder length blondish hair in a ponytail and sweet looking brown eyes with eyelashes I’d kill for. He was a total cutie. Shy but charming at the same time.

The party went as they usually do. I flirted with Ben as I had yesterday but being a good hostess I didn’t have the chance to corner him like I did yesterday. The shocker was Randy. He managed to cop several feels on me as I was carrying trays or other items. I would put an extra swish in my walk to let him know I appreciated it. My sangria was a hit and most left feeling no pain leaving me alone with Ben and Randy and a tremendous amount of sexual tension in the air. The second time Randy had goosed me I knew I was getting fucked by someone that night so I slipped into my room and inserted one of my smaller plugs to keep me stretched just enough...

“Boys” I said, “one or both of you need to take me to my room and fuck me. Preferably both of you”. So that’s how I found myself naked in the middle of my bed with two sexy bois sucking, licking, and nibbling on my tender nipples while getting lube fingered into my ass and slowly stroked off at the same time. Ben rolls me over and slides into me slowly (thankfully because I’m still a bit sore from lastnight and this morning. COVID it’s been a while) Randy slid around and sat in front of me and I happily went to work in his dick. A bit bigger than Ben and barely within my ability to deep throat comfortably. A few minutes in that position and he switched to 69 me. Heaven! Ben is giving me long smooth strokes and rubbing my back. Randy’s mouth and tongue are everywhere. On my cock, my balls and inner thigh. Ben is speeding up and thrusting deeper I know he’s ready to cum. His cock pulsates inside me and his fingers dig deep into my hips I’m getting my third load in 2 days! A few moments later Randy succeeds in bringing me off and wanton cum whore I was that night I dove into his mouth with my tongue to share my cum. I decided to ride Randy’s cock and end up pulling it out of Bens mouth so I could sink it into my dripping hole. Dialated by My recent fuck and slick with cum and lube he slid right in consummating my first threesome. Ben put one more load of cum into my ass and I got to fuck Randy too before they had to leave.

Neither are relationship material but I’d love to have them over anytime. Sara.

I confess

# 1 Every person on this planet is raised to be "straight". Religion society and the media program/mental conditioning/stalkhome syndrom/brain wash men in thinking gay is bad. Gay men are represented as hyperfeminin flamboyant and utterly obsessed with sex. Point being most gays can't relat to this thus they think they are not gay... Gay men are more then capable of having sex with women excluding the impotent. Sadly its not hard to ... a chick. Most gays go thru that phase and usually lasts their intire life. The scary part is these men think they are invinceable. Ex if he doesn't think hes gay he can't catch sti's normally associated with being gay...

#2 Contrary to statistics over 70% of men are gay. 80% are and will remain closeted for their lifetime... what most closet gays don't understand being gay is NOT a choice regardless of how hard you try aka marriage children...

#3 The word bisexual is a copping mechanism. Falling back to point #1 if you can't relat you must not be... unfortunitly gay is NOT a choice it is 100% genetic usually passed down from the father. The world makes being gay a joke people are being prosecuted in russia the middle east for example... Even more terrifying only gays hate gays.

I confess that I drunkenly molested a friend of mine a couple of days ago. Let me start off by saying I am bisexual, and a guy...my friend is a guy as well. If that bothers you, no need to read further.

Two friends and I went to downtown and got a hell of a lot more drunk then we wanted to, fall down, puking etc drunk. We made our way back to our hotel room where one friend passed out in his bed, and I ended up in bed with the other guy. He was beyond wasted...way more so than I was. In my drunken state I convinced him to change clothes, and basically stripped him naked right there.

I climbed in bed and proceeded to play with his cock, suck him off, and even try to push a finger into his virgin ass. I never did get him to cum (a LOT of alcohol didn't help I'm sure) but I did lick his ass, suck his cock, and have one of the best orgasms I've ever had.

Now I see him around, and I can't help by picture his hard cock. I'm terrified he will remember, or worse yet that the third guy in the room realized what was going on. I was drunk too, and so I'm sure I wasn't the most stealthy guy in the world.

Panties to work is both so exciting but so terrifying 🥰

After a particularly long dry spell with the wife, I started jerking off more than usual. I had heard about bookstores and gloryholes, and started watching videos about them. I found I was turned on by the thought of sucking anonymous dick, so one day I decided to go for it. There are a couple places near here that are close enough to drive too, but far enough away the chances of running into someone I know was pretty slim.

As I was pulling into the parking lot, my car died, and I couldn't get it to start again. Although I was able to coast into a parking spot, I was terrified that the longer my car sat, the greater the chance my wife would somehow find out where I was, and the gig would be up before it even started.

I called a tow truck immediately and was relieved when it arrived about 15min later. After the guy loaded my vehicle onto the flatbed, we set off for my house about 30 min away. The driver was an average blue collar guy, about my age at 40, dadbod with some muscle, and kind eyes. A few minutes into the drive, he starts asking me about the bookstore, was I there to buy a toy for a lucky lady? What were the booths like? He had heard "things" but didn't know if they were true,

What kind of things? I asked.

Like, that a guy could get a free bj in the arcades. He replied.

I told him I only knew what I had seen on the internet, but that I thought that it was probably true, and that's what I was hoping to find out before my car took a shit on me. This made him really curious, he told me he always wanted to try it when his wife wasn't putting out, but was afraid of being outted by someone he knew. I told him I was in the same boat, except I was wanting to be more on the giving end.

He got quiet for a minute, then looked over at me.

You still wanna try?

I said pull it out I'll show you.

He thought about it for a minute, then took the next offramp and pulled to the shoulder. The truck was large and high off the ground, the traffic was really light, so it was as private a place as any. He leaned his seat back a bit, unbuckled his pants, and pulled them down just past his ass before leaning back and closing his eyes,

This was as clear an invitation as I could possibly imagine, so I leaned over the console and was face to face with a short, fat, but well groomed cock. It looked so tasty, I leaned into it licking and sucking the head while gently stroking his shaft. He quickly grew to about 7inches of fat meat, the taste of precum on my tongue with every stroke. After only a couple of minutes of me frantically licking, sucking, and tugging, he began to swear, and gripped the edges of his seat.

Oh fuck, that is so good, I'm going to cum!

I was so turned on by what I was doing, I licked and sucked even more vigorously. He suddenly stiffened, and shot rope after rope of cum into my eager mouth. It took several swallows to get it all, and I was surprised at how turned on this made me. I quickly fished out my own cock, and blasted into my own hand in 5 strokes. I don't think he saw me, his eyes were still closed, as I licked my own cum off my hand, then went back to his cock, gently licking and sucking until it was soft again.

I slid back over to my seat, while he put himself back together. Once we were back on the road, he told me that was the best blowjob he had ever gotten in his life. I told him that if I could have his cock every now and then, I'd never have to try a bookstore again. After he dropped my car in the driveway, I gave him a card with my email address, told him there were other things I wanted to try, and that if he ever wanted to get together, to drop me a line.

I'm kinda pissed about my car, but the day turned out pretty good after all. I hope I hear from him soon.

Best part about banging a chubby girl is they'll let you do pretty much anything. You like getting blown, she'll suck your soul out. You wanna fuck her tits, he'll yeah. You feel like filming on her face she's game. Leashed, cuffed, tied, all on the menu. You want to write on her she's yours, she'll even let you put the sharpie up her ass when you're done. The only downside, can't bang her friends. There's always a lot of attachment because they're terrified you'll leave them. BUT if she has a chubby friend you can probably talk them into a show. Just make sure your chubby is the center of attention and get them both off.

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.

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dog Rapes Woman

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Authors name: Kellie C. (kellieC82@aol.com)
Story title : Not a Woman's Best Friend
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Not a Woman's Best Friend (F/beast, rp, v)
by Kellie C. (kellieC82@aol.com)
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You know all those stupid Internet stories floating around about how women like having sex with a dog and they have great orgasms and end up not only fucking them but sucking their dicks? What absolute bullshit! This is a more realistic story.
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My name is Christine and I was raped by a dog. I was thirty-two years old at the time (I'm thirty-five now) and living twelve miles east of Seattle,
Washington. The only reason that I'm telling you this is because of all the stupid Internet stories floating around about how women are won over by having sex with a dog and have great orgasms and end up not only fucking them but sucking their dicks. That is such bullshit.It was a Saturday morning and I was cutting my lawn. The house I was renting had an attached garage and a medium-sized yard. It wasn't the greatest house in the world--or
even in Seattle--but it was clean and well maintained and it fit my budget. I was mowing along the front sidewalk, made a turn back toward the house when the sound of a car's tires screeching on the pavement behind me made me jump. I turned around quickly, half expecting to see someone flying through the air, but it wasn't a person at all, but a dog.



He had come out of the woods across the street and tried to cross the road; now he stood just inside the verge of the woods again, looking back over his shoulder. His ears were laid back on his head and his tail tucked smartly
between his legs. The driver laid on his horn, yelled at the dog fiercely, and then sped away. As the car drove out of sight, the dog cautiously reemerged from the woods and sat down on his haunches. He was a black Labrador Retriever, a big one, and he watched me with a dog's typical aplomb, ears pricked up and head canted to one side as though wondering what I was doing over here. I had never seen him before and guessed he was
lost. I called to him and it was obvious that he heard me, but for some reason he ignored my call and I thought, Well fuck you too, doggie, and went back to cutting the lawn.



After finishing up, I went into the house and made myself a roast beef sandwich with a cold glass of milk and watched the noon-time news. Just as the news was going off, I heard a dog whining outside my screen door and I
went to have a look. Of course it was the black Lab."Hello," I greeted him. "You decided to be social now?"He was bigger than I had originally thought, at least 120 pounds, and although he didn't have a collar on, from his appearance it was obvious he belonged to someone. He was lost all right. His owner was probably looking for him now or would be soon enough. In the meantime, he looked pretty thirsty and I went to the kitchen and got him a bowl of water. When I set it near him on the porch, he backed away and wouldn't touch it until I went back inside and closed the screen door. "You are the weirdest dog I've ever seen," I said. This from Christine the expert, who'd never had a dog in her life.



I leaned against the jamb and watched him lap the water. He was watching me back. I tried talking to him in a soothing tone of voice, but he remained just as wary as ever. When I pushed open the door, intending to join him on the porch, he backed away and headed down the steps, took off at a run across the lawn. Just as he neared the curb, however, another car came around the bend going way too fast--as usual--and for a moment I thought the dog
would panic. But the driver laid on his horn and doing a one-eighty, the Lab bolted back towards my house, darted in behind the row of hedges beneath the front window and let out a frustrated woof! He just stood there panting.
If I don't do something soon, I thought, this dog is going to get killed. Not really sure what I was doing, I picked up the empty bowl, refilled it at the kitchen sink, then walked through the garage to the side door, opened it and set the bowl in the doorway. Then I walked a short distance away. "This isn't going to work," I grumbled to myself. "He wouldn't even let you near him."
A few minutes went by and the dog ventured far enough out from behind the bushes to sniff the air and observe me with his impenetrable black eyes. I couldn't help it, it made me shiver. I backed up a step and thought, Maybe
this is not such a hot idea, Chris. Maybe you should just go back inside, lock the kitchen door and call the damn pound.



But before I could reject this idea as plain old school-girlish silly, I heard the phone ringing and went back inside to answer it. It was Jean Michaels, a friend from New York with whom I hadn't talked in a long time. As I chatted with her gaily for the next half an hour, I watched through the open kitchen door. The dog never came in.
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I shut the garage door and locked it. It was quarter to two and although I'd looked for the Lab all around the house and inside the garage, he was nowhere to be found. He'd done whatever it is lost doggies do, I guess...
gotten lost even more.Disgusted with the way I felt, I took a shower, toweled
dry, and put on a bathrobe. I was drying my hair when I thought I heard a noise from the garage. Not barking, but like someone thudding against the closed kitchen door. Armed with the blow dryer, I went downstairs and tip-toed cautiously through the living room and out into the kitchen. I could here him whining just outside the door. "Well, shit," I said aloud, at the sound of which he began to whine even louder and started a scattershot scratching at the door with his claws."Hold on, hold on," I said, wondering how he'd gotten in. I know the garage had been empty when I'd gone in to take my shower... at least I thought it had. He must have been hiding. Yeah, I thought, he must have been hiding.Opening the kitchen door just a crack, I watched him back
away to the far side of the garage and drop to his haunches. The water bowl sat empty beside his left paw. I had forgotten about it left it just inside the door. "Weirdo dog," I said.



Stepping into the garage, I closed the kitchen door behind me and predictably he got up and moved cautiously away to his tight. "You don't trust anybody, do you boy? Or is it just me?" He sat down again and watched me with
those polished black eyes. And then he growled.If I had been nervous before, now I was scared. You never showed fear to a dog--that's what I'd always heard--and it was obvious to me why. They can smell it on you. I clutched the bathrobe closed at my throat and took a wary step backwards, and as soon as I did this he rose and stalked two paces forward, teeth bared."Nice doggy," I squeaked. "Grrrrrrrrrr," rumbled out of his throat, low, deep and menacing. He took another pace forward, dropping lower to the ground and showing all his teeth. If I made a run for the kitchen door I knew he'd be all over me before I got three feet. "What's going on boy?" I said in a small, quavering voice. "You gonna hurt me? I tried to help you, you know." I was standing with my back against the side of the garage before I knew I had been moving. He approached me from my right, herding me away from the kitchen door,
toward the corner in the rear. I was terrified now. I was beginning to panic.
"Nice doggy," I squeaked again. "Nice puppy dog, doggie." Only this dog was anything but a puppy. He was a demon in black fur.



Refusing to be cornered like the desperate animal I knew I was becoming, I angled away and moved toward the center of the floor. The dog didn't like it much, but he let me do it. I began to think--pray--that he'd let me go all the way to the outside door and go through it. Just as it appeared he'd actually let me go, in a terrifying blur of motion, he leaped at me through the air. I shrieked and put my arms up but the force of his lunge knocked me to the floor. I banged down on my back striking my head on the concrete and hot sparks erupted like a 4th of July fountain across my eyes. My vision doubled and became alarmingly blurred. When it cleared again--too late--I found he had straddled me, fangs bared just inches above my throat. I was going to die.
But the dog had other ideas."What do you want," I pleaded in a tiny, terrified voice. My bathrobe was open, leaving me fully exposed. His hot wet prick dragged back and forth across my uncovered stomach, making me shudder and want to scream. At first I didn't even know what it was. When I finally did, in that same tiny, terrified voice--terrified now for an entirely
different reason--I protested, "No way!" and tried to scuttle away. He took my throat in his teeth."Okay, okay," I breathed with my eyes clamped shut.
"Whatever you want." I relaxed myself with a titanic effort and spread my legs. Again, the dog had other ideas. He released my throat and growled."What?" I was honestly baffled. He growled again. He made circular motions with his
head... I swear, he actually did this... and I slowly got the message. "On my knees?" I quavered in disbelief.The dog, who was not a dog at all, but the aforementioned demon from hell, nodded his head.



"You want to mount me?" A breathless whisper. He nodded again. I rolled onto my stomach and started to get up. Before I could get all the way up onto my hands and knees he batted my on my rump with his snout."What?" I was beginning to think I was already dead. Or in some nightmare dream caused by the concussion to the back of my head. It really ached. He growled and shook his head sharply to the right. Away from my body. And suddenly Iunderstood. "This is not real," I whispered. "It can't be real. It can't be. It just isn't happening." He wanted me to disrobe.Rising erect from my knees, I slid the robe back over my shoulders and let it fall into my hands. I began to bring
it around when he snatched it roughly away from me and flung it across the floor. It landed near the garage door with the arms in an out-flung, helpless gesture. That's how I felt--totally helpless. I was naked with a dog.He batted me again with his snout."What?" I objected, beginning to loose my cool. The
crippling shock and disbelief had begun to wear off and I was becoming rebellious. Damned if I was being corralled by a dog.



Suddenly he was up on his rear haunches, one talon-clawed paw on either of my shoulders and the back of my neck clamped firmly between his teeth. His breath flowing around my neck was horrid. "Okay, okay," I acquiesced. "I get the point." Then, as the powerful muscles in his jaw began to clamp shut on my neck, "Please! Anything you want!" It was a short-lived rebellion. He dropped back to all fours and so did I. He sniffed me up and down my flank and licked my right cheek. I took it. He snuffled into my right ear and bit lightly at the
lobe and I took that too. All the while I smelled his graveyard breath. What the hell was he doing? For a moment neither of us moved. He stood there panting, beside my right shoulder, facing me, and suddenly I understood. This was some kind of dominance thing, what I had occasionally seen one dog--presumably the alpha male--do to another. He was doing it to me. I got it, I
thought. Loud and clear. You're the alpha. I'm the bitch.Satisfied (he read my thoughts in my body language, there's no other explanation) he grunted lightly one time, then went to stand behind me. I stared straight ahead panting. He had really hurt my neck. Good luck, Christine, I thought. A dog is about to fuck you.



He sniffed at my pussy (I hate the word with everything I am, but I just can't think of a better one to use), then snuffled it like he had done to my ear. I tried not to jump but the shock was just too great. I gave a little shriek and sidled forward. He growled. "Fuck you!" I said vehemently under my breath. "I don't
like it, okay!"He obviously did, because a moment later his tongue went
from halfway to my navel all the way up the crack of my ass to the small of my back. This time I really did shriek and I surged forward in alarm. I also looked back over my shoulder in horror as ever nerve ending in my body jangled. It was like getting scrubbed by a warm, wet length of Scotchbrite.I didn't move. I didn't breath. I felt sick at my stomach. I wanted to puke. He licked my pussy again and I made a disgusting noise, something a real bitch might make. Tears leaked from my eyes and splattered onto the concrete below, sucked up almost immediately by the dust and porous surface. It wouldn't stay that way for long, not if I started bawling. When I started bawling. He lapped at me for a full minute, then two, getting me slathered up and absolutely raw. I felt every little sandpaper bead on his tongue and because I routinely shave to keep myself clean--I had done so only that morning--there was not even my wispy blonde pubic hair to offer any protection. My clitoris, my swollen outer lips, the mouth of my vagina, my urethra and especially my poor little anus all got the treatment. And the way he went after me with that tongue, with such unbelievable vigor--he'd driven me six feet or more across the floor--you'd think I was a sugar-coated treat. To him, I guess I was.Then he mounted me and locked his powerful forepaws around my waist and I squealed in complete and utter terror. He shoved forward with his cock, not so much searching for my pussy as dive-bombing it. I wailed again and tried to crawl away across the floor but he lunged forward over me and grabbed my neck again with his teeth. He bit down hard and growled an angry, you stay the fuck put! snarl, breaking my skin with his teeth--not deep, just enough to get his point across--and I could feel blood seeping out of the wounds. "Okay," I brayed. "I'm yours! I'm whatever you want! I'll do anything you tell me to! Just please, please don't hu--"



I sucked in an agonized breath as something hot and sticky and the size of a baseball bat entered my pussy. Then I shrieked and then I caterwauled--quietly, as those teeth still dug into my neck--and shook my entire body
trying to get him out. Instead, he worked himself even deeper."No," I sobbed. "Please no! Let me go!" Instead, I crawled forward under him six more agonizing feet until my head hit the back wall of the garage and then skidded
along its surface. I cried hot, sulfurous tears, the tears burning my eyes, my nose, the back of my throat. The thing in my pussy was hot and sulfuric too, pounding in and out of me, gouging at my vagina, assaulting me, destroying my sanity one thrust at a time. It was more pain than I could ever have imagined.
"Nuhungunaaaah," something inside me cawed. I was no more able to make coherent noise than I was of having coherent thought. I was a woman with a demon on her back... and in her vagina.



Trapped against the garage wall, I began to turn in against it. Splinters from the exposed two by fours gouged me wherever I rubbed against them. (I'd later look like a comedy skit from Saturday Night Live or Mad TV or something. The Splinter Lady, I thought.) But as the splinters attacked the side of my right hand, my right forearm, then my elbow, my upper arm and shoulder and finally my right hip and my thigh, the Lab continued walking me forward with his thrusts. I scraped against the plywood sheathing of the exterior wall,
encountering a second two by four, then a third, and finally a forth.Then I was in the corner that I had avoided so many years before--right where my doggie master wanted me--he banged me head first into the two by fours in the corner there, driving me unmercifully forward until my head had only one place to go--down and against the floor. I knelt there, jammed hard against the studs, my cheek pressed brutally against the cold concrete floor while the dog
banged and banged and banged away me.



By now I was sobbing so hard my chest felt like an exploding bomb. My entire being ached. My vagina was beyond repair and still the dog fucked me. "Please God, please don't let him do this to me," I kept saying, over
and over again. The words came out as something no human ear could ever have understood, except maybe God's... and I don't think God was listening.
Twisted with my head locked against the corner studs, I found myself watching between my legs as the dog wailed away at me. His cock was as big around as my forearm--my father's forearm--pasty white with a cobweb pattern of
vicious red veins. It was a foot long at least. It probably was longer. But terrifying as it was, what was at the end of it was ever worse. Because there, twice the thickness of the shaft and an even angrier red and white color, was a horrendous round knot. "No," I moaned plaintively as the dog continued to rut me. "I can't. I can't. No, no, no, please."But the dog told me I could and that I would and very shortly I did. I watched as the knot grew nearer to me with every thrust. Then the thing hit me with a sucking, slurping sound that made me retch with revulsion, stuck in me for a moment before he yanked himself back... and the wave of pain hit me like a Pacific tidal wave. On the fifth try he finally made it in and I was thrashing around wildly with the pain and making horrific noise and beating at his flanks with my fists. Then something hot and wet came cascading down my thighs and splattering on the concrete floor beneath our coupled organs, my guts cramped so violently that I screamed...
and then I was gone.
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The dog was laying in the far corner of the garage, cleaning himself and ignoring me completely. On the floor beneath my crotch, where I expected a huge mass of blood, I saw something possibly even worse: a grossly-puddled mass of foamy, already crusting over semi-white fluid... his cum. I had been thoroughly rutted.I found I had bled very little. How he could have driven
such a huge and misshapen thing such as that into me without puncturing something vital or causing me to hemorrhage I don't know. Feinting when he reached climax must have provided me just enough flexibility to spare my
life. I think I sat on that floor for the better part of an hour, staring at nothing. My pussy ached and my guts were roiling inside and I felt numb like a block of wood. Never in my life had the thought ever entered my mind that a dog might actually fuck me. I had imagined it of course (I believe all women have) but imaginings are supposed to stay in the realm of imagination. Not show up in your garage. "I want to go home," I said. The words sounded so good to me, so reassuring. My home was only 15 feet away. But again, the dog had other ideas.



The second time he came for me I just let him. I got on my hands and knees, docilely let him mount me, then put my chest and my face on the cold concrete floor and held myself open for him with my hands. I didn't fight him at all. When he came out of me somewhere about halfway through, and mounted me in a different way, I shifted my hands to my buttocks and spread them far apart. It hurt his being in my ass (getting past my poor little anus was really
tough) but not as bad as I had thought. It was my first anal experience and he spared me the ordeal of his knot. The third time I lay on my back with my legs drawn tight to my chest and let him rut me like that. I think it was a new experience for him and I'm not sure he even liked it. Are you trying to breed me? I asked silently of his inhuman, polished black eyes. Am I supposed to have puppies? If so, It would be quite a litter. And then I had an orgasm. I didn't want it to happen. I fought against it with everything I had, but it was involuntary and unstoppable. He was doing me with such savage determination that I think I had no choice. He suddenly slowed down and his muscles tensed and by this time the pain from his knot had almost gone away. He prepared to unload in me and when his first shot came, hot and gushing and spilling out my cunt all up my thighs and down over my asshole, I could not stop. I came and he came and the two of us came together, him squatted over me not moving, just emptying his testicles of their unbelievable load. I clutched myself behind my knees and prayed for it all to end. His gushing, and my orgasm. Eventually, they both did. Then he was finished with me.
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What happened to the dog? I have no idea, and I don't ever want to find out.
After the requisite fifteen minute wait, his knot finally shriveled and he pulled himself free of me with a wet popping sound and his cum--that part which hadn't already sprayed out all over me--gushed out onto my thighs and down between my buttocks. Such an awful mess. Then he hobbled to the opposite corner where he cleaned himself and ignored me from then on. He had gotten what he wanted and that was that. I cautiously got to my hands and knees and, risking another go at it, eased my way toward the kitchen door. I quietly entered the house and closed the door securely behind me, never taking my eyes off of him. He heard the door close but he never looked up. Later, once I'd cleaned myself up and then cleaned up the mess in the garage. I had my 9mm Glock with me then and just dared him to move. I would have shot him on the spot except that I'd have to explain and I would never do
that. I never saw the mutt again.I now live in Atlanta, Georgia, just about as far removed from Seattle as I can get. I live in a nice little, two-story frame house with a nice little garden out back and a semi-detached carport on the side. I also have a female Doberman Pincher named Mary that I know will never try to fuck me. I only hope some other dog does, just so I can set her loose on him.


THE END
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I wish I could be a part of a gang bang or have a train run on me. At almost forty I almost no sexual experience. The thought of being intimate with a man one one one terrifies me. :(

A slightly fictionalised story i wrote about a real event. Would love some feedback

A new guy at work might steer Anna off the straight and narrow

James started a new job in an office, he was a good looking 26 year old guy, nothing special, but above average. A couple of days into the job he noticed a woman walking around. She was a good looking girl next door. Not a supermodel by any stretch of the imagination, pretty face, nice ass and huge tits, and she was real world sexy, no airbrushing needed.
James ended up talking to her a fair bit, she was very knowledgeable about the job and he like to surround himself with people he could ask for help. James and Anna quickly became very good friends. Within a month they were very close and talked about everything including sex.
James even started laying in a little bit of flirting, although he didn’t for one second think he would get any joy as Anna was married.
She often wore low cut tops that showed her amazing cleavage off. And he thought a lot about getting his face in between those two glorious globes.
One day, just before Christmas he was talking to Anna and asked her
“What am I getting off you for Christmas then?”
“I Dunno, what do you want”
“ A Blowjob?”
Anna looked at him slightly stunned, but did kinda expect that sort of answer from him.
She licked her lips and looked over the top of her glasses at him.
“Oh really? And what would I get in return?”
He smiled broadly, his cock started to twitch, this was not the answer he expected.
“What would you want?” he enquired
“Well only fair if you’re getting some pleasure out of it I should too.”
“Well id happily lay u down and eat you out till u moan and cum all over my face”
Now Anna was shocked, only that he was being this brazen in the office, someone might over hear, but she started feeling a little tingle in her knickers. The idea very much appealed to her.
“Pity we can’t, married remember”
“Hey, that’s your problem not mine” he winked at her.
Cheeky bastard.
“And where would this take place?”
James stopped to think for a minute. He smirked. The office had once been a bank and downstairs where used to be a bank vault was now the office archive, with a door that required a code to get in. Few people ever went down there.
“What about down in archive, nice and private.”
“Oh you’re funny, tell me, so we go down stairs to archive and then what?”
“Intrigued are you?”
“Maybe” she replied with a coy smile.
James started to talk, describing what he would do to her in archive,
“Well we go down, find a quiet bit at the back, in case anyone does come in, and I pull you close, and kiss you. Then I reach down and shove your trousers down your legs. Slip inside you and fuck you silly.”
Her tight little snatch was getting wet, her sex life at home was pretty dull these days and this dangerous idea really excited her.
“Oh my God, “she moaned, “That sounds damn good. Wish I could, I’m getting rather horni talking about it ya know.”
James sat back cockily in his chair, and looked back to his work “Well, it’s your choice”
There was silence for a few minutes, but in the quiet she kept looking at him, he, despite wanting to reach over and cup her tits, remained looking at his screen.
Finally the silence was killing her, her mind just kept thinking about the two of them of them down in archive. It was dirty, it was naughty and wrong and couldn’t happen.
“Someone would find us for sure”
“Sorry?” James said with a smile “Find us what?”
“You know what you smug git”
“Oh if we went for a fumble downstairs? Nah there’s not many people in the office this close to Christmas. Not many people go down there anyway, and besides if its just with trousers pulled down, easy to rectify if someone comes down and we are there looking for a file. Problem solved”
“But I’m still married so we can’t”
“You’re the one still talking about it, I just laid it out there, id quite like to bend you over in Archive and slip up inside you nice and deep, that’s all I’ll say on the matter”
The thought of doing something so bad, at work, with a guy who admittedly she really did think was hot, her pussy was aching.
“What would you do if I said come on then?”
James grinned “Love, I’d be down stairs damn quick”
She giggled. Looked at his hands, they were huge and he had really long fingers, even they would feel good.
“Ok, no sex but maybe some…..play” she smiled
James got up and walked out the room, towards the stairs, a moment later she followed him. Her heart pounded in her chest, she was terrified of getting caught but god did that make the whole idea very sexy.
They went down the stairs to the archive, he punched in the code and opened the door, taking her by the hand he led her to the very back corner behind the shelves and pushed her against the wall.
She looked him in the eye and felt pure unadulterated lust.
She grabbed the back of his head and pulled it to hers kissing him passionately, his tongue shot into her mouth seeking hers, they twirled together. His hands went up the back of her top scrapping his nails over her skin. She pulled his hair trying to kiss him deeper.
She put her hands on his chest and slid them down his body to his fly, and felt his cock through the front of his trousers, it was a good size and it was very hard, she rub along his shaft through his work trousers. His hands explored her, one to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, his other down between her legs, he could feel the heat form her pussy through her trousers and rub the palm of his hand along her slit, the shape of his hands bumped her clit, heightening her arousal.
He undid the button and zip on her trousers then spun her to face away from him, he grabbed her hips and pulled her ass into his crotch, he could feel his dick pressing between her ass cheeks, his hand move to her front and pushed inside her trousers and into her knickers, she spread her thighs giving him access. His hands stroked over her pussy lips. She put her hands flat to the wall steadying herself. His middle finger found the space between her wet lips, and boy was she wet. His finger found her clit and he flicked his finger tip over it, making her shudder, she wanted to feel him touching her so bad that one little flicked teased her so much. She ground her ass into his crotch hoping to encourage his finger to further explore.
James finger flicked over her clit gently a couple more times before finally settling on it, he caressed it slowly, circular. She started to moan softly. She reached behind her and unzipped his flies, her hand searched for his cock and when she got inside his boxers and found it she moaned again as a shudder went through her. He brain told her how risky this was, and she moaned again as her hand went up and down his hard dick.
James rubbing her clit was feeling so good but she needed something in her, as she rubbed his dick with one hand she pushed his hand further beneath her and his finger slid up inside her. She was wetter then she had been in a hell of a long time. His finger curled inside her, driving her wild, er mind was filled with lust and sexual need.
He hand stopped stroking his shaft and pushed her trousers further down. She moved his hand and turned, looking deep in his eyes.
She sat on a shelf and spread her legs, she ran a finger through her pussy lips, soaking it to the knuckle and sucked it clean.
“Fuck me” she said, “Fuck me now”
This was exactly what he wanted to hear, he pressed his dick to her tight hole and she grabbed his shoulders steadying herself. Slowly he pushed in, feeling her pussy open around his hard cock as it spread her open. She moaned as her pussy opened to his stiff rod. He started slowly rocking back and forth enjoying feeling her wetness around his swollen member. He moved his hands to her shirt buttons undoing them all and pulled her tits free of her bra.
As he pumped his seven inches into her increasingly moistening pussy, his mouth went to her nipple gently biting it. She moaned in his ear, “Fuck me, Fuck me harder”
The angle didn’t give him much to work with, so he pulled out, he looked at his cock, her juice covered it, he smiled and turned her round, bending her over the shelf.
In one thrust he sunk all the way inside her making her moan loudly, he pounded her tight hole hard, her nipples scraped along the rough wood of the shelf giving her an extra thrill.
Anna could feel her orgasm rising, she dropped her hand between her legs and rub her clit furiously. She alternated between rubbing her clit and moving her fingers to either side of James’ rigid cock, she felt every vein with her fingers and her lips as he pounded her like his life depended on it.
“Oh God!” she cried out as her orgasm shook through her, he legs shook as wave after wave of pleasure ran through her. Just as her orgasm was dying James’ hands grab her hips roughly and he fucked her even harder, his own orgasm so close.
The roughness and the knowledge of what was coming brought Anna to another orgasm in time to join James in ecstacy. His cock pumped cum deep inside her as he let out a guttural moan.
He continued sliding in and out of her, making the most of the experience.
“Oh fuck!” she said dreamily. “That was fucking hot”
“Shit yea” James agreed sliding his dripping cock from her.
She turned and dropped to her knees, in one movement she sucked their cum from his cock and looked up at him and smiled.
“Next time you can sit in that chair and ill ride you”
He looked at her and cocked an eyebrow “Next time?”

I don't know what to do. Basically, I'm in pervert's hell right now.
I supervise a group home for the developmentally disabled. We have a nice little group - a lot of fun. Mostly, they're middle aged to older. Yesterday, we got a respite in here who is barely mentally handicapped (you'd never know it without talking to her for a while), 22 years old, and just gorgeous - pretty smile, nice hair, nice eyes, slamming body (sort of skinny, but with firm looking, perky tits). I've been acting 100% professional of course (mostly), but the second that I saw her, I knew that I had to see her breasts.
Today, I had a hunch she was taking a shower, so I played dumb and walked into her room under the guise of having to tell her some mundane piece of information. She was indeed in the shower, and the door was open. I hovered there for a little while, and started to lean in to get a peak, when (son of a BITCH) a neighboring woman walked into the bathroom from another door. I had to step back, but I still HAD TO SEE the other girl naked! Somehow! So, I stepped outside, but got a view of the bathroom through the crack in the doorjam / hinges. I could only talk for so long with the door open before it looked suspicious, but I kept it there. The girl DID step out of the shower, and she was naked...but I didn't see it. The OTHER girl was in her way, just as she went for a towel, so all I got was a quick glimpse of her in the towel. Total fail.
This girl has flirtatious tendencies, so we were talking for a while. At one point, I thought that she might be flirting a little closely while she was telling me about her problems, and I told her, "It's okay, you can ask me anything. What's on your mind at this very moment?" I was hoping (but also terrified) that she would say something like, "I like you, and I want you to touch me." And...I would have done it. I've never done anything in my life to risk my career, my life, or endanger anyone. Never. But, at that moment, I thank my lucky stars that she didn't say that, because I would have (and still would, sadly) risked everything to fuck or just play around with this young girl (she looks a lot younger than 22, too). I fantasize in my mind that, as part of her disability, she has uncontrollable sexual desires (which is not uncommon with this population), exposes her self for no reason, or masterbates all the time (also very common). No such luck so far.
A couple of times, I swear, I was terrifyingly close to just cupping my hand on her breast, and imagine her just closing her eyes and whimpering for a second when I did that.
She's sleeping here overnight, and will be in all day tomorrow as well. Since she showers at night, I'm tempted to ask her to tell me when she showers because I have to check something with the water first (or something like that)...then, strategically hide my cell phone / camera somewhere in the bathroom (but where???). All I know is, I wish this girl never showed up at this house. I've been a perverted mess of a hard on since the second I met her, and it's really concerning me.
I did manage to do an extended elbow-tit earlier in the day. I forgot to mention that. I was talking to someone and she was next to me, and I moved my elbow in (and, yes, it was a firm tit). She didn't move either. I moved my arm very slightly so it would give just a little bit of a rubbing effect where her nipple definitely was, and she didn't move! I know she felt it! I was wondering if she was enjoying it since she didn't move at all.
I just know she's going to do something to bring me over the edge. I don't want to lose my job, and I'm afraid of doing something that will end my life as I know it. I have a promising career, working on an advanced degree, etc.
...but, what I would give for just a few moments of groping with her (with a postive response form her. No rape fantasies from this guy.
BTW - it gets worse. My boss lives next door, and her f#fteen year old daughter had a sleepover last night. They sleep literally a few inches on the other side of the wall from me! I couldn't stand the thought of those girls possibly getting naked some point. I imagined they were on a computer on one of those social cam-sites, and teasing / flashing the people that logged in (like a million videos that I'm sure we've all downloaded).
I need help, I think! God, I love girls that age. Once again, though, I don't act on it, but today was the first time I realized that I DO have limits, and I could cross them.
Maybe becoming a social worker in a middle school might be a bad idea for me (but that's where I'm headed). God help me!

SOME TRUTH FOR ONCE.

I am a pathological liar. Most of what I've posted here as personal experiences were lies. Not everything was a lie. But a lot of it was. I'm still a virgin. I've never sucked a dick or given a handjob or anything. I haven't even kissed a boy in years. I feel like a dirty fucked up slut on the inside, but I'm too shy and anxiety ridden to ever do anything about it. I don't think I'm ugly, but I'm not sexy. I'm probably cute. But I know that guys don't think of me that way. I'm mousey and quiet and awkward and even on the rare occasion a guy does ask me out I either end up bailing on the date or ghosting him but I'm awkward and terrified of anything actually happening. But I obsess over almost every guy I know. Especially my dad. I wear my panties and socks over and over and over again without showering because I love smelling them when I masturbate. I masturbate all the time. I think about licking ass and gagging on cock all the time. Especially my dads. I steal my dad's dirty underwear to smell all the time. I'm obsessed with him and I text him all day and I wish he would fuck me so bad. And I go through phases where I'll obsess just as ridiculously over other guys I work with or my friends boyfriends. Every time I meet a guy I'm imagining them slapping me in the face and forcing me to my knees, putting their dick in my mouth, calling me a stupid slut, like they saw through my facade the second they met me and didn't give me a chance to be awkward or run away. I make shit up all the time. Non-sexual stuff in real life. I come here to act like I'm a disgusting slutty little whore because I'm too nervous and shy to ever do it in real life. But I'm not a slut. I haven't even kissed a guy since I was in high school. And even that was just tame soft kisses. I'm so desperate and horny and such a stupid little liar. And I just had to admit it.

I confess I have recently developed an obsession about sharing my ex gf nudes and I would love to read comments about her and what other guys would do to her cute naughty body.

Even though I'm terrified by the idea of her being recognized by someone...

Panties to work is both thrilling and terrifying 🥰

coming around to the idea of having my ass used 🥰

When I was 20 I was in a public restroom in a subway station in Boston. I had used this restroom a few times and knew it was popular with guys looking for blowjobs and more. I had never done any thing with a guy before but I was curious. I had just recently broke up with my girlfriend and I hadnt had any sex in in two weeks. I walked in and stood at one of the 4 urinals. A guy came in he looks about 40 yo and walks to the last urinal and starts pissing. He finishes pissing then I see him shaking it then he starts stroking it. I looked at him and he was stroking it showing me his length. Not jerking but just stroking it slowly. I stood there watching him. He motioned for me to show him mine. I stepped a little away and turned and showed him my cock. I was stroking my cock slowly like he was. Suddenly a black guy about 30 yo walks in and stands next to me at the urinal. He looks at me and then the other guy and doesnt say anything. The other guy zips up and hurries out. I turn towards the urinal like im still pissing. And he unzips and starts pissing. He keeps looking at me and not saying a word. I look down and I see his cock. Its about 8inches and thick. Hes just standing there not doing anything and Im staring at his cock. I look up at him and then back at his cock and he backs away from the urinal about a half step. I dont know why but I reached over and felt his cock. He immediatly grabbed my wrist then showed me a badge really quick. He said he works for the T undercover unit. Give me your ID he says. I take my license out and give it to him. He looks at it and puts it in his pocket. He says I was under arrest for open and gross lewdness. He says we are going to the precinct office and to follow him and dont resist. Im scared to death. I dont know what to think. As we are walking out he sats dont even try to run because I got your ass. We walk out if the mens room and he says follow me and we head off down the stairs that lead to the inbound commuter train platform. I ask him where are we going and he says the office is this way. We are walking down the platform heading all the way towards the other end. Theres not one person on the platform. He keeps looking at me and looking across to the other side of the tracks. Then he asks me, do you do this often? I said no Im not gay. I just made a mistake. He says thats right you did. I ask where is the office and he says we need to go this way and out the other end of the station. We turn into another exit and we walk up the first landing about 5 steps. Then he grabs me by my arm really tight and he says. Your going to jail. I look at him and Im scared. Then he says. Ill give you a break. Im like omg thanks. And he stops me and says if You do one thing. Whats that I ask? And he begins to unbuckle his pants. I say I cant do that. He says oh yes you can and you will. He has his cock out now and he grabs my head and says im not fucking around here. Do it! I meekly move my head down towards his cock and I slowly open my mouth. He pushes forward and his cock is in my mouth. Suck it! he says. I begin giving him a blowjob sucking his cock. Its my first time. Im standing but bent over and he reaches around and starts rubbing my ass. Keep going you're doing great he says. Suck my big black cock. Im choking every now and then as he keeps pushing my head down forcing more of his cock down my throat. I gag and pull away but he shoves it right back in. I can taste his precum. Its very salty. He then reaches under and unbuttons my jeans and starts pulling my pants down. I try to fight it but hes much to strong for me. He bends my arm behind my back and says do what I say or else. Im terrified now. I have my jeans and briefs down by my ankles and he spins me around and pushes me towards the wall. Grab the rail he says. I grab the hand rail. Now bend over. I pause and he says it again only this time he punches me in my side. I gasp and try to catch my breath. I bend over and he gets behind me and rubs his huge cock up my ass crack. He then spits in his hand and smears it in my ass. Youre gonna love this boy he says. Then I feel him pressing his cock at my hole. Please don't I whimper and he slowly pushes it in a little at a time and he begins to rock back and forth. Moving a little faster pushing his cock deeper in my virgin ass. Thats it boy take it. Is this what you wanted? No I replied. Yes it is. You love it. You love my big black cock in your little white boy ass. He starts going faster really pushing in deeper and harder. He starts going faster and Im trying not to scream and then his body tenses and he grunts as he shoots his cum inside me. He holds his cock in my ass until he finishes cumming. Then he pulls his cock out. Its all slimy with his cum. He takes out some napkins and wipes his cock off. He takes my licrnse back out of his jacket and looks at it and he says, Danny ****** I know where you live so its safe to say we are all squared up. He hands me my ID. And he says now get the fuck out of here and dont ket me catch tu ou here sgain. Now go. Now! I pull up my pants and I run up the stairs as fast as I can I exit the station and I begin walking down the street very quickly. I can feel his cum leaking from my ass. I can as ddf ire you I never went back there.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ea5jKFGgUw

When I was younger, I had the biggest crush on Audrey in this film. Still do. Perfect legs, perfect boobs, perfect ass, sexy voice, cute outfits, a girly girl to the end. I have gone in hard to every frame of her.

But when Orin showed up, things get intense. What was once a self-confident, sun-shiny character becomes an obedient, scared, dominated blonde bombshell that looks stunning when she's terrified about getting the beating of her life. Add handcuffed, beaten and humiliated to all of the adjectives above and I have my ultimate movie fantasy.

The movie is such a tease. She has handcuffs in her bag. Orin forces his way into her apartment, clearly knowing she is out of vitalis and the camera cuts away after he grabs her and slaps her once and begins to strangle her. WHAT HAPPENED NEXT!? WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME!?

If I were Orin and I was in Audrey's apartment, alone with her, I just know it would be an amazing evening.

Years ago my wife had taken a few days off work and was doing things around the house, working in the garden, etc. I got home from work one night and she and her mother had gone somewhere, so I came home to an empty house. I was unpacking my lunch pail, etc, and went to throw something in the trash. When I opened the trash can there was large wad of folded up paper towels on top, but they looked clean. I got curious (assuming she'd worked up the nerve to kill a spider since she's terrified of them) and unfolded the paper towels. Inside was a used rubber that still had a LOT of cum in it. My mind raced and my cock got instantly hard. I knew that earlier that morning a repair guy was coming to look at our new washing machine that wasn't working right. Was it him? Did she fuck a total stranger? Was it someone she worked with? One of our friends? I had no idea, but I was way aroused. I ended up taking the rubber to the bathroom, I got undressed and stood in our shower (no water on). I started playing with the rubber and lowered it into my mouth. I could taste her pussy on it and sucked the outside clean. Then I tipped it toward the end of my throbbing cock so some of the guys cum ran out it. I started jacking using an unknown man's cum as lube. At that point I was more aroused than I'd probably ever been and just lost my mind. I started stroking feverishly and stopped to put the open end of the rubber to my lips, holding on to the rim of it with the fingers of both hands like I was about to blow it up like a balloon. But instead of blowing, I sucked and it caused the rubber to suck into my mouth and turned it inside out as I maintained the fingertip grip on the rim of it. So suddenly all the cum left in it and the entire rubber, now inside out, were in my mouth. OH MY GOD I sucked and licked it clean and swallowed that load of delicious cum!Then I finished jacking off, pumped my own cum into my hand and slurped it up, too. At that moment I wanted to become my wife's cuckold bitch forever. I showered, put the rubber back in the papertowels and replaced them to the trash. I never said a word. She came home and we talked about how the washing machine repairs went and she told me it needed a part that he didn't have with him and he'd be returning the next day. I knew then, it was the repairman. She also mentioned that she'd actually met the repairman a few weeks before when she went to a local bar wit her friend Kim one night. We laughed about the coincidence and she told me his name was Damon. The next night when I came home from work my wife was home. I asked her how the repair went and she said it was working great now. When the opportunity presented itself I peeked in the trash and saw a new wad of paper towels. That night I went down on her and could literally taste the rubber on her pussy. The slut let me go down on her used dirty pussy not knowing that I knew. It was AWESOME and I fucked the shit out of her that night. The next morning as my wife slept and I was getting ready for work, I went through the same routine with the new used rubber. My confession is that that man's cum made ME a cum pig and Inow seek out and suck cock every chance I get. My first after eating his out of his rubbers was an 18 year old boys who I met in a yahoo chat room. Since then I've had 100 or more cocks in my mouth and ass, but my wife doesn't know and isn't it ironic that her being a slut turned me into an even bigger one.

Roommate/Best Friend's Girlfriend

Around 10 years ago, I had broken up with my GF and was looking for a place to live. My best friend Mike told me he could rent me the 2 back rooms in the house he was renting with his then GF, Rachel. I jumped at the chance for many reasons, plenty of space at a cheap price and I can live with two of the people I hung out with all the time anyway. So, I did it. We used to party every night, smoked herb, drank, sometimes X or Molly. It was fabulous!

One night, we were all on X and Mike's brother, John, had brought a few of his friends over. So, John and I are inhaling nitrous oxide and we're high as the sky. He takes a blast and asks, "Has Rachel sucked you off yet?". I was like, what?! He laughed, he was like, "Bro, she gives absolute BOMB head!" I said, how do you know? He laughed, "Her and her twin sisters used to suck my cock all the time. I'm the one who introduced her to my brother" I said, and he knows she sucked you off? He said, "No way! I shouldn't have said anything. This nitrous really loosens your tongue!" I laughed, but kept this piece of crucial information in the back of my mind.

A few weeks later, I was nodding in and out in front of the tv on the living room couch. Mike was in bed asleep and Rachel was at work. I started to think about her and touch myself. (I did this often, even before I moved in). Before I could really get going, I heard her pulling into the driveway. So, I laid back down and pretended I was sleeping... BUT I pushed my raging thick 7.5" italian boner out through the leg of my shorts. I was kind of terrified to be honest, but I figured I could always say, I was asleep, I had no idea! Her key hit the lock and the door swung open. I could tell she saw it because she inhaled sharply and stood in the doorway for about 30 seconds looking. I could hear her walking past me very slowly, so I didn't wake up. As she opened their bedroom door, she stopped and stared again for a few moments. Then softly closed the door. I waited about a half hour shut off the tv and went to bed.

Literally, a day or 2 later, Mike had left for work and Rachel was in the shower. Now, every time she took a shower, I came out of my rooms to the main house, because she often wrapped herself in a towel and walked from bathroom to bedroom and I loved catching a glance. Well, I was in the kitchen and this morning she walked out naked! When she rounded the corner and saw me, she stopped. She looked surprised, "I didn't know you were home!" I laughed, "Now you know". She gave me the eyes and went to her bedroom. She left the door open and called out, "Are you off today?" I popped my head through the door and told her no, but I was on Friday. She was walking around the room, totally nude, bending over to make sure I see her ass, cupping her breasts, looking in the mirror. She's was totally nonchalant. "Cool, I'm off too." And she gave me the sweetest smile ever.

Friday morning, I wake up to a sound like something scratching/rubbing my door. I rubbed my eyes, got up and opened the door. Before I even knew what was happening, Rachel gently pushed her way into the room and shut the door. "Good morning!" she smiled and her eyes sparkled. This was the first time she had been in my room. She pushed me back until I sat on the bed, then she pushed my legs apart until she was between my knees. I moved the window blinds to see if Mike's car was there. "Don't worry, he's gone" She smiled.

She put her warm hands on my lap and licked her lips. I said, "What are you doing?" She bit her lip and confessed, "I've always liked you, but the other night you were sleeping on the couch when I got home and... I saw your cock. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it." She looked down at my stiffening penis, giggled nervously and licked her lips.

Always bold, I said, "You mean this here?" and pulled it out. It was hard and pointing right at her face. She stared at it and stopped smiling. "Kiss it." I said, and she puckered her lips and kissed the head, then all around the head, her tongue started darting in and out, getting it harder and wet. Then she put the entire head in her mouth and did that tongue swirl. It felt so amazing. I could NOT believe this was happening, as I have always wanted to fuck Rachel and here she was actually worshipping my cock. I gently pulled it out of her mouth and slid it back and forth on her lips, every now and then she would stick her tongue out and tickle right under the head. She was lightly tracing her fingernails on my ballsack and it felt so good.

I pulled my cock back and tested her submissiveness again, "Lick my nuts", and she immediately obeyed, first kissing then licking them, while holding my cock. She looked right in my eyes this whole time, loving how I was getting off on this. I was so excited and knew I wouldn't be able to last too long.

"Now, suck it. Slowly." She responded by taking every inch down her throat. At first, it wouldn't fit, but she wiggled her head as she opened her throat and took it all in... and held it there, while playing with my balls. She held it until she needed breath, then took it all the way down her throat again, holding it there again. It was the deepest my cock had been down a woman's throat and she obviously loved it, so I started pumping softly to try and get it deeper. She moaned as I pumped her throat and her eyes glazed over. She truly was made to suck cock.

I started moaning and she stopped for a second. "Tell me when you're gonna cum", she said, throating me again. This went on for another few minutes and finally, I started groaning, "I'm gonna cum." I figured she wanted to know cause she didn't want to swallow, but she actually pulled it out of her throat and sucked HARD like from a straw while I came in her mouth. When I was done, she opened her mouth to show me how full it was of my cum and then gulped it down with an "Mmm". She milked my dick of every drop and licked it up.

She kissed my cock again and stood up. I thanked her and she said she had to run a few errands, but that she'd be back in an hour or two and would have more time to play. I played it cool, but when she shut the door, I looked in the mirror and mouthed, "YES!!!!"

I confess I am terrified I'm going to get my stepdaughter pregnant. We have been fucking for about a month we don't use any protection but we always plan on using the pull out method. But every time I'm about to cum she begs for me to cum inside her and I just can't help but give my baby girl what she wants.

ive been wanting to fuck my older sister in her sleep for a few weeks now, but im terrified of waking her up. anybody have any tips for keeping her asleep while i stuff that cunt?

A slightly fictionalised story i wrote about a real event. Would love some feedback

A new guy at work might steer Anna off the straight and narrow

James started a new job in an office, he was a good looking 26 year old guy, nothing special, but above average. A couple of days into the job he noticed a woman walking around. She was a good looking girl next door. Not a supermodel by any stretch of the imagination, pretty face, nice ass and huge tits, and she was real world sexy, no airbrushing needed.
James ended up talking to her a fair bit, she was very knowledgeable about the job and he like to surround himself with people he could ask for help. James and Anna quickly became very good friends. Within a month they were very close and talked about everything including sex.
James even started laying in a little bit of flirting, although he didn’t for one second think he would get any joy as Anna was married.
She often wore low cut tops that showed her amazing cleavage off. And he thought a lot about getting his face in between those two glorious globes.
One day, just before Christmas he was talking to Anna and asked her
“What am I getting off you for Christmas then?”
“I Dunno, what do you want”
“ A Blowjob?”
Anna looked at him slightly stunned, but did kinda expect that sort of answer from him.
She licked her lips and looked over the top of her glasses at him.
“Oh really? And what would I get in return?”
He smiled broadly, his cock started to twitch, this was not the answer he expected.
“What would you want?” he enquired
“Well only fair if you’re getting some pleasure out of it I should too.”
“Well id happily lay u down and eat you out till u moan and cum all over my face”
Now Anna was shocked, only that he was being this brazen in the office, someone might over hear, but she started feeling a little tingle in her knickers. The idea very much appealed to her.
“Pity we can’t, married remember”
“Hey, that’s your problem not mine” he winked at her.
Cheeky bastard.
“And where would this take place?”
James stopped to think for a minute. He smirked. The office had once been a bank and downstairs where used to be a bank vault was now the office archive, with a door that required a code to get in. Few people ever went down there.
“What about down in archive, nice and private.”
“Oh you’re funny, tell me, so we go down stairs to archive and then what?”
“Intrigued are you?”
“Maybe” she replied with a coy smile.
James started to talk, describing what he would do to her in archive,
“Well we go down, find a quiet bit at the back, in case anyone does come in, and I pull you close, and kiss you. Then I reach down and shove your trousers down your legs. Slip inside you and fuck you silly.”
Her tight little snatch was getting wet, her sex life at home was pretty dull these days and this dangerous idea really excited her.
“Oh my God, “she moaned, “That sounds damn good. Wish I could, I’m getting rather horni talking about it ya know.”
James sat back cockily in his chair, and looked back to his work “Well, it’s your choice”
There was silence for a few minutes, but in the quiet she kept looking at him, he, despite wanting to reach over and cup her tits, remained looking at his screen.
Finally the silence was killing her, her mind just kept thinking about the two of them of them down in archive. It was dirty, it was naughty and wrong and couldn’t happen.
“Someone would find us for sure”
“Sorry?” James said with a smile “Find us what?”
“You know what you smug git”
“Oh if we went for a fumble downstairs? Nah there’s not many people in the office this close to Christmas. Not many people go down there anyway, and besides if its just with trousers pulled down, easy to rectify if someone comes down and we are there looking for a file. Problem solved”
“But I’m still married so we can’t”
“You’re the one still talking about it, I just laid it out there, id quite like to bend you over in Archive and slip up inside you nice and deep, that’s all I’ll say on the matter”
The thought of doing something so bad, at work, with a guy who admittedly she really did think was hot, her pussy was aching.
“What would you do if I said come on then?”
James grinned “Love, I’d be down stairs damn quick”
She giggled. Looked at his hands, they were huge and he had really long fingers, even they would feel good.
“Ok, no sex but maybe some…..play” she smiled
James got up and walked out the room, towards the stairs, a moment later she followed him. Her heart pounded in her chest, she was terrified of getting caught but god did that make the whole idea very sexy.
They went down the stairs to the archive, he punched in the code and opened the door, taking her by the hand he led her to the very back corner behind the shelves and pushed her against the wall.
She looked him in the eye and felt pure unadulterated lust.
She grabbed the back of his head and pulled it to hers kissing him passionately, his tongue shot into her mouth seeking hers, they twirled together. His hands went up the back of her top scrapping his nails over her skin. She pulled his hair trying to kiss him deeper.
She put her hands on his chest and slid them down his body to his fly, and felt his cock through the front of his trousers, it was a good size and it was very hard, she rub along his shaft through his work trousers. His hands explored her, one to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, his other down between her legs, he could feel the heat form her pussy through her trousers and rub the palm of his hand along her slit, the shape of his hands bumped her clit, heightening her arousal.
He undid the button and zip on her trousers then spun her to face away from him, he grabbed her hips and pulled her ass into his crotch, he could feel his dick pressing between her ass cheeks, his hand move to her front and pushed inside her trousers and into her knickers, she spread her thighs giving him access. His hands stroked over her pussy lips. She put her hands flat to the wall steadying herself. His middle finger found the space between her wet lips, and boy was she wet. His finger found her clit and he flicked his finger tip over it, making her shudder, she wanted to feel him touching her so bad that one little flicked teased her so much. She ground her ass into his crotch hoping to encourage his finger to further explore.
James finger flicked over her clit gently a couple more times before finally settling on it, he caressed it slowly, circular. She started to moan softly. She reached behind her and unzipped his flies, her hand searched for his cock and when she got inside his boxers and found it she moaned again as a shudder went through her. He brain told her how risky this was, and she moaned again as her hand went up and down his hard dick.
James rubbing her clit was feeling so good but she needed something in her, as she rubbed his dick with one hand she pushed his hand further beneath her and his finger slid up inside her. She was wetter then she had been in a hell of a long time. His finger curled inside her, driving her wild, er mind was filled with lust and sexual need.
He hand stopped stroking his shaft and pushed her trousers further down. She moved his hand and turned, looking deep in his eyes.
She sat on a shelf and spread her legs, she ran a finger through her pussy lips, soaking it to the knuckle and sucked it clean.
“Fuck me” she said, “Fuck me now”
This was exactly what he wanted to hear, he pressed his dick to her tight hole and she grabbed his shoulders steadying herself. Slowly he pushed in, feeling her pussy open around his hard cock as it spread her open. She moaned as her pussy opened to his stiff rod. He started slowly rocking back and forth enjoying feeling her wetness around his swollen member. He moved his hands to her shirt buttons undoing them all and pulled her tits free of her bra.
As he pumped his seven inches into her increasingly moistening pussy, his mouth went to her nipple gently biting it. She moaned in his ear, “Fuck me, Fuck me harder”
The angle didn’t give him much to work with, so he pulled out, he looked at his cock, her juice covered it, he smiled and turned her round, bending her over the shelf.
In one thrust he sunk all the way inside her making her moan loudly, he pounded her tight hole hard, her nipples scraped along the rough wood of the shelf giving her an extra thrill.
Anna could feel her orgasm rising, she dropped her hand between her legs and rub her clit furiously. She alternated between rubbing her clit and moving her fingers to either side of James’ rigid cock, she felt every vein with her fingers and her lips as he pounded her like his life depended on it.
“Oh God!” she cried out as her orgasm shook through her, he legs shook as wave after wave of pleasure ran through her. Just as her orgasm was dying James’ hands grab her hips roughly and he fucked her even harder, his own orgasm so close.
The roughness and the knowledge of what was coming brought Anna to another orgasm in time to join James in ecstacy. His cock pumped cum deep inside her as he let out a guttural moan.
He continued sliding in and out of her, making the most of the experience.
“Oh fuck!” she said dreamily. “That was fucking hot”
“Shit yea” James agreed sliding his dripping cock from her.
She turned and dropped to her knees, in one movement she sucked their cum from his cock and looked up at him and smiled.
“Next time you can sit in that chair and ill ride you”
He looked at her and cocked an eyebrow “Next time?”

Jeff Martin had always been a little on the strange side. He was not really slow, but was not quite right. He was raised by his grandmother, a very mean and controlling woman. From Jeff�s upstairs bedroom window he would, watch the neighbor women as they went about their lives as he stroked his what most would consider, enormous cock. Growing up, Jeff was made fun of all of the time. He never had a girlfriend or even kissed a girl. Several years after the passing of his grandmother, Jeff decided to change that. It was two am when Jeff left his house and with a duffle bag of necessary items, headed for Williamsburg. On his way, he came upon a couple of women broken down along the road. Sarah and her nineteen year old daughter Megan was on their way to Miami for a week of sun and relaxation. Jeff drove around the car at first, then stopped and slowly backed up to the Grand Am. With his grandfather�s 38 revolver stuck in his belt he made his way to the stranded women.
�Oh thank you for stopping .�
Sarah said in her sweet flirty voice.
�Our car died, we�re in a dead zone so our cells don�t work.�
Jeff ignored her ramblings. His thoughts were on Megan. The snobby, dark skinned teen was leaning against the driver�s door, listening to her mp3 player rolling her eyes at her mother�s endless babble. He walked to the car door and when Megan stepped away from the car Jeff grabbed her. He pressed the revolver to the girls head and forced them into his grandmother�s minivan. He laid them face down and tightly tied their hand and feet. A strip of duct tape quieted their pleas for freedom. He covered them with a blanket and headed for home.
The garage door closed as Jeff opened the side door on the van. Pulling the blanket back, he stood for a few minutes as if admiring his new toys. He carried Sarah in first, setting her in a chair at the foot of his bed. Megan struggled the entire time as he carried her in and laid her on his bed. He stood above her, his cock painfully hard. He loved to see her scared and crying. She closed her eyes and turned her head when he began rubbing his cock through his stained blue jeans. He left his young beauty long enough to tightly tie Sarah to the chair. He stood behind Sarah and leaned over with his mouth to her ear.
�There used to be a girl down the street that looked just like her. �
He whispered.
�I really liked her but you know what she did? When I asked her out she laughed at me in front of the entire class. People made fun of me for years after that. That�s ok though. I�m gonna pretend that your girl is her and make up for all of the shit that little Bitch put me through.�
He walked over to Megan as Sarah broke down. He pulled the nineteen year old up by her wavy long hair and clamped his hand on her throat.
�I�m gonna fuck you, and whip you and make you hurt just like AI have hurt for years.�
He growled as her face turned red from his grip on her neck. He let her fall back to the bed and pulled a knife from his jeans pocket. The blade sliced through her clothes like they were made of tissue paper. He rolled Megan on her belly and pulled her hips in the air. He wrapped his arm around her thin waste, holding her in place.
�You�re a worthless cunt.�
He said making a fist and punching her shaved pussy. She cried out and thrashed around as he hit her crotch over and over again with his fist. He dropped her on the bed, rolling her on her back and sat on her stomach. Her amazing, firm titties stood proud from her chest. He took her erect nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. She squealed as he pulled and twisted them so hard she thought he was going to tear them off. He stood on the bead above the frightened girl and removed his jeans.
She was terrified as the length and size of his cock. He re-tied the girl so her wrists and ankles were both secured to the head posts, her legs wide open and high above her head. He positioned himself between her legs and pushed the tip of his cock against the wet opening to her cunt. He pushed hard, his massive cock inching its way inside of her tight pussy. She cried and whined as the mass was hurting her already abused snatch. He instantly began to ride her fast and hard. All she could do was cry. It felt as if he was about to split her open. His cock slammed painfully into her cervix as he hammered away at her.
Her pussy became wetter and wetter. Her white cream covered the base of his cock as she felt a hard orgasm building. No matter how hard she tried to fight it, she came and came hard. Her body shook and tightened in waves of utter pleasure. She came over and over. His bed was soaked from her gushing pussy. She could no longer control her own body. His massive meat had taken control of her. Although the pain was still there, the pleasure had taken over. As quickly as he had started he stopped. She felt him start to put it back in her but he was too low. She began to panic as she felt pressure on her virgin ass. She started to freak out as the tip of his cock slowly forced her rectum open. By the time the head of his cock was in her ass, she was past the point of pain. As he pushed the mass of his cock in her she was nearly in hysterics. She had never had anything hurt so badly in her life and she was helpless to stop him. He pulled from her only to show her the streaks of blood from tiny blood vessels that had broken. She freaked out even more when he with no mercy drove his cock deep him her once again.

I confess...

I spray a lil cologne on my asshole, taint, and on my inner thighs after I shower, and before I go out to the bars. Because I'm terrified a girl will think it smells funky when she goes down on me!

If only some of the sluts I've been with thought the same about themselves!!!

This slut works as a teacher's aide in public school and is terrified of being recognized. She live sin new york...lets try to track her down folks. The nastiest mast evil disgusting comments gets her aim name...

This is completely true which isn't hard to believe because it isn't that amazing really, just for me it was.

I confess that I have a super hot GF that I love and have been with for 4 years, but we haven't been very active in the bedroom for a while. I am 31 and she is 24 and I have much more experience so I tend to get a little bored with our routine and while I have taught younger girls in the past to be great sex partners, somehow it is different with this girl and the sex is just never that great. It is too bad because I do adore her and she is the hottest girl I have ever dated. A European natural blonde with big tits, a beautiful tight ass, and thin waist. Face is just stunning as well. Anyway, I end up fantasizing a lot, sometimes about her being better in bed, or about other girls I know. I end up masturbating a lot too and she knows it and complains. I need to find a way to make out sex better so I would want it more.

Anyway, she was away all this weekend. I am currently doing a volunteer placement somewhere and when I was just finishing up my friday day shift when a very cute young volunteer came in. We got talking and she convinced me to stay for dinner. I noticed she had a fantastic body, very cute face, and was much younger than me although I wasn't sure her age. Somehow I was attracted to her even though she isn't my type really. She doesn't have big tits which I love and she talks like a real ditzy valley-girl type. Normally I would make fun of girls like this behind their back but the thought of fucking her really turned me on for some reason. I told myself that was all just a fantasy as I have never cheated on my GF and I doubt this girl would be into me. I decided not to try anything and knew I wouldn't anyway. She drove me home later and when we parked at my house she asked if I wanted to take her number. This was a clear sign that she liked me. I said yes and mumbled that maybe we would hang out sometime. Later that night I couldn't resist creeping her on facebook. I jacked it to some hot pics of her as I often do with other girls I know or meet. Another hottie in the spank-bank I told myself.

I then decided for some reason I can't explain to text her and say thanks for the ride and it was nice to meet her. She texted back and started up a bit of a conversation with smiley faces. Somehow we ended up making plans for the very next day to watch a movie at her place. I couldn't believe it. Here I was a taken 31 year old who just met this gorgeous little student doing volunteer work one night and the next night we are meeting up at her house, all coincidentally when my GF is gone all weekend. I felt like I did nothing and it all just happened to me.

I fantasized about what could happen at her house and jacked off again. I told myself that I was really just going to go and hang out, have a nice innocent time. When I get to her house she is pretty decked out, as if she is about to go out for the night. I meet her roomie and I assume we will watch the movie all together in the living room. Instead she pours me a glass of wine and takes me to her room. We talk for a while and start watching the movie on her laptop while sitting on the bed. Slowly throughout she gets closer and starts to snuggle up a bit, grasping me at the scary parts. I couldn't believe this was happening. When it finished we stayed sitting and talked a bit. Again, I told myself that I wasn't going to make any move. I have a girlfriend for heaven's sake. The conversation got awkward and I could tell that she was desperate for me to make a move but I didn't budge. Eventually she just jumped my bones and kissed me and we started making out. Still I was thinking, okay I will mess around a bit but I am sure it won't go any further, she is pretty young. Next thing I know she is tearing off my clothes. I couldn't hold back any longer. I peeled off her shirt and I don't think I ever removed a bra faster. My god, her body was amazing. So young and tight and perky. Her ass was just absolutely fantastic. Super tight and cute but still nice hips and a little meat that was so bouncy and supple. One of the most incredible bodies I have ever seen. Perfect perky little tits, very thin but not disgustingly. Amazing thighs. The whole package.

Still with our underwear on, we hump for a bit and then to my surprise she asks if I have a condom. I did. That is the crazy part is I actually brought some, mostly just to add some realism to the fantasy that I thought would never really occur. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I have a fairly large penis and she gasped at it's size and commented on how big it was. As I had hoped she had the cutest little clean shaven pussy. The sex was AMAZING! I pounded the crap out of this little girl and she loved it! She rode me for ages as well. I could easily lift her and slam her onto my cock. It was some of the best sex I have ever had. It was exactly what I was missing. It was instantly better than any sex I have ever had with my GF. And her ditzy little moans were awesome. I now understand why people cheat. It was an amazing experience and it all just fell upon me with no effort. She orgasmed 2 or 3 times and then we very quickly went at it again, which I almost never do and she orgasmed another 2 times. She said it was the only time she has ever orgasmed with just penetration. She was shaking for a long time afterward. I ended up pulling out and she finished me off. I blew my load all over her and it was fucking awesome. There is no better feeling than blowing your load all over a cute skinny little girl way younger than you.

Afterward she asked how old I was, which was obviously eating at her because she knew I was older. When I revealed my age (31) she was very surprised (people often think I am much younger) not freaked out. She was like, as if I just fucked a grown-up. That was so hot to hear for some reason. Then she revealed that she is only 22. I mean I am already way older than my GF and now I just nailed this stunning little 22 year old. I know 22 and 24 are close, but damn, this 22 year old's body was just that much more tight and perky and perfect. I felt bad that she didn't know how much older I was but she actually apologized to me for not telling me how young she was. I said don't worry about it and she expressed that she has never been with someone so much older and never normally sleeps with someone so fast. Suddenly I was very worried about the fallout of all this but I was too happy about the amazing sex. Then she said the perfect words. That we should keep it secret and even though it was a great one-nighter, we probably wouldn't work out age-wise. I couldn't believe how easy it was. She said she wished I was younger because she liked me but instead we would just have to keep it secret friends with benefits. Oh and it also turns out she is a nude model sometimes for artsy stuff and 2 of her roommates are also models. Not surprised with her body.

I am still pretty terrified that somehow or another it will come back to bite me as I never told her I have a girlfriend. I hope she really does keep it on the down-low. As awesome as it was, now I always have to worry that she will send me a suspicious text that my GF will find or just show up at my house. I also worry because people where I volunteer know I have a GF and although this girl is only there one evening a week, something might still leak out. I will have to tell her at one point that I am in a "complicated" relationship and although we slept together I am now working things out with my GF. I hope it all works out. I am really thrown for a loop on this. I really do love my GF but damn, it was so fun and I can't wait to go back. It is tough because I don't feel like there is anything wrong with it, but my girlfriend does and that's what makes it deceptive and bad. I wish we lived in a society that encouraged this sort of stuff. I never thought I would be a cheater but it was so awesome and allowed me to get out some sexual frustration. I will probably be more pleasant to my GF now even. Why must we deprive ourselves of such great experiences? I honestly wouldn't mind if my GF did this sometimes if I did and as long as we still loved and supported one another.

I really hope I get away with this. As awesome as it was, it isn't worth losing my GF over.

I confess the day after my 19th birthday, I was raped by a guy I didn't know very well. But the sad part is, I really haven't been too affected by it.

I'd only known him for about two weeks, but he invited me to come up to his apartment to watch a movie and hangout. Beforehand, he said he didn't want to have sex. So I agreed. It didn't take long after I got there for him to start feeling me up, which didn't bother me at first, but even after I told him we weren't going to have sex because of what he had said he kept pushing it and pushing it. Next thing I know my panties are being pulled off and I'm so petrified I can't get the courage to make him stop. All I could do was tense up and cover my eyes.

But eventually he tries to change positions and tells me to go on the edge of the bed. I looked at him and shook my head no. He told me to move again, and I finally built up enough courage to say no. But instead of stopping, he dragged me to the other side and kept going. It took him awhile to stop, but once he did I was too scared to try to leave. But once I did, I could barely believe what happened and mostly blamed myself. He hasn't spoken to me since then, and I'd honestly be terrified to even look in his direction.

Now, a little less than two weeks later, I'm completely apathetic to what happened. I mean, I'm posting this on motherless. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I have been a doctor for several years, and I confess that I love when a man received an injury to his genitals, I love making them feel impotent or less men, mentioning how strange it is that his penis is so small, if the blow was in the testicles, I mention infertility and impotence as very likely and the possibility of amputating the testicles and even the penis, I love seeing their terrified faces, I feel so powerful and if I have removed testicles and penises from men who really needed surgery, I loved it destroy them physically and mentally. a kiss and take care of your parts guys.

Mmmm god I can't wait till I got some young innocent terrified rape slut and I got her all tied up and she is stripped naked and exposed and my massive fat throbbing cock is rubbing her pussy lips with my head as I give her one last chance to beg me to stop I tell her if she can tell me a good reason why I shouldn't rape her I will let her go and the fact she doesn't want me to isn't a good reason then watch her eye bluge and swell with tears as I slam my cock inside her mmmmmmmm god yes that's the best

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0btY6VQQ0x4

saw this posted earlier and it was taken down...basically the site owners are terrified if you mention anything about obama
even if its funny or not so funny.they dont even allow the word P r e s i d e n t...hence the spacing of the word

Okay so I put this in my group first but didn't get many replies, so here goes... This is how I got into Motherless. And its all 100% true.

It started a few years ago. I was on summer break, and bored, and got on omegle. I guess I wanted to see some cute boys, lol. Well, this guy (I thought it was a guy) with a video of a snake eating a bird came on. He was trying to get girls to flash, but I told him I'd seen it already. So he starts showing me random porn and it was mostly funny (surprise tranny kinda stuff) so I stayed, and talked a bit. Then he sent me a Facebook link and asked if I knew the girl... It was me!

I found out later that it was just a trick, sent you to whatever Facebook account was logged in. But at the time he claimed to have hacked it and I was stupid so I believed him. He made me tell him my name and where I lived and shit like that. I was soooo stupid! But I did it. Then he made me flash, and then do more. Finger myself, stick a sharpie in my ass, right on myself. It lasted around an hour before my parents almost caught me and he let me go... And I thought that was the end of it.

Obviously, it wasn't. He had my name and address. He found my school, used that to find my account... And then messaged me from a fake account. Told me to set up a Skype account, for another cam session. I was terrified, disgusted, felt dirty. But we got on can, and they were nice. They still wanted me to do things, but they kept asking if I enjoyed it (which part of me did, obviously). Then they got on cam.... And I saw that it was a girl, just a few years older than me! It was freaky, but at the same time really turned me on. Especially when she stripped too...

So, we kept skyping,and before long we were dating. She even came to visit a few times (luckily wasn't too far away), which was a LOT of fun.

Of course, since it was long distance, we started to grow apart. I'd want to break up, date someone here... And she'd make a fake number, pretend to be someone else and threaten me, make me do horrible shit, and then come in and 'save me'. Each time we'd be together for less time, and she'd do more and more vile things... (That's where the pics Jorough captioned came from, BTW. Those are NOT fake tears... But its okay now, they've been repurposed and don't upset me now :))

Towards the end of all this is when she made our motherless account. 'HerMistress'. Some of you may know it vanished really suddenly.... Well, that's because I found out it had been her all along, and (after recovering a bit from the single worst betrayal I've ever felt) told her that if she ever talked to me again, if she didn't delete the profile and my pictures, I would go to the police, tell them everything, and then kill myself. I had honestly already tried once at that point.. And I cut myself. Luckily didn't leave obvious scars.

So yeah, that's pretty much it. I felt dirty and violated for a long time, and basically refused to let anyone get close. But I missed this, having people get off to me and compliment me and so on (call me an attention whore, whatever, its natural and you all know it ha), so I made a new account. And that's basically it.

Panties to work is both thrilling and terrifying 🥰 

This country cutie is  terrified of black men especially ones from the city. Only right she gets ganbanged by 5 of them.

Picture this: You, a tiny, innocent white girl, barely legal (college freshman), standing before a towering, muscular black man you drunkenly responded to on Tinder last night. His cock, a monster, is already hard and hungry, hanging heavy between his legs like a fucking club.
You gasp, your eyes widening at the sight. It's massive, a deep, almost purple-black, veins throbbing with desire. It's easily twice the size of your loving white boyfriend's cock, bigger than you've ever seen, or even imagined. Your heart hammers in your chest, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through your veins as you realize what's about to happen. 'Oh my god,' you whisper, your voice barely audible, 'that thing... it's going to...' But you don't finish your sentence, because he's already grabbed you, pulling you close, his hands like vises on your hips.
Now, imagine that beast, thick as a fucking soda can, ready to stretch that little, tight cunt of yours to its limits. You're nervous, fuck, who wouldn't be? But you want it, want to feel that big, black dick splitting you open, filling you up like nothing ever has before. He acts with no mercy, no gentleness - just pure, animalistic lust. He lifts you up, positioning you above his enormous cock. 'You ready, little girl?' he growls, his voice a deep rumble. You nod, too terrified and turned on to speak.
He slams you down, impaling you on his massive dick. You scream, a sharp, high-pitched cry, as his giant black cock stretches your tiny pink cunt to it's absolute limit. Not even half of his massive member fits in your tiny hole, the rest still hanging out of you like a fucking obscenity. It's way too much cock. You cry out in pain, yelling about how it's too big for you. But it's too late now... He starts to fuck you, slamming you up and down on his dick, again and again. Your body bounces, your tits shaking, your screams echoing through the room. He loves it, loves hearing you cry, loves seeing you struggle to take his enormous size.
He fucks you like a ragdoll, pounding you so hard you see stars. Your pussy is red, raw, and dripping, but he'll keep thrusting until he's filled you with his hot, black cum. As he pulls out, your little cunt is left gaped wide open and dripping his seed. But he's not done. He makes you watch as he brings his still-throbbing cock back towards your freshly ruined hole, forcing his black monster back inside of you. Your little body convulses, the sight of your own destruction too much to bear. You squirt, pussy juice spraying everywhere, but he just laughs, fucking you harder, making you squirt again and again, until you're a quivering, cum-filled mess, begging for more. That's what you wanted, right, you dirty little slut?

Nothing turns me or my boyfriend of six years on more than me cheating.
He was the one who approached me about getting to "explore my options as long as I tell him and get it approved first" and at first it was so tempting but all I could think about was what if he decides to leave me because I did "explore my options".
Its safe to say at first I was terrified about losing a great guy but being he was my first and he has never ever given me an orgasm I jumped headlong into this journey of "exploration". I didn't even know about the existence cuckold.

I'm twenty, moderately attractive female definitely a hard 8, DDs blonde hair green eyes, thirty inch waist a healthy weight for my height but fit size not classified as what I call skinny. I've had quite a few experiences now. (11 guys most didn't last longer than 30 secs unfortunately still no known orgasm do I have an inability or what? Even masturbating i get on the edge shaking and moaning but still havent gone over I think??)

Anyways, I just want to share a recent experience I had without my boyfriends knowledge and I'm just bursting to tell someone.
Generally, I go for guys more attractive than me super fit usually cut military-ish with nice tans and score them. Well, recently my attitude towards "big guys" has changed.

I have these 3 fat male friends I met through sleeping with their super hot friend and since not seeing their friend anymore I've become quite close with them. A few nights ago, I was hanging with all of them watching them play video games (no I'm no good at it they play LoL and WoW and go to the comic shop to play magic lol), they're huge bearded nerds that I've friendzoned, each of them prob weighing in the 260s? Idk really on judging weights but they have zero muscle.
Anyways I got piss drunk with them and refused to sleep on the couch because we live in Illinois and its fucking freezing so I slept in the bed with my friend Amos. I knew he wasn't a virgin but thats about all I knew. ( To give an idea on looks he has a well groomed beard chin strap thinghe is kind of tan and size he wears a 2x in polos because I needed something to sleep in and thats what was clean haha also slept in my own sweat pants but my shirt was too tight to be comfortable) I had no problem changing in front of him I wasn't wearing any sexy lingerie and they'd all seen me in my skimpy little bikinis many a time. But I crawled into bed and went to sleep almost immediately while he was on his computer. I was not looking attractive by any means and I was ridiculously white girl wasted.

At about 5am I woke up to what still felt dreamlike of someone touching me like hands up my shirt lightly caressing my stomach not thinking anything other than this feels really nice I wiggled back into him like trying to get comfortable and I guess he thought I was grinding into him not sure but he froze immediately and made sleeping sounds like he was pretending to be asleep. I'm still kinda drunk and groggy as fuck and prob a little horny from the alcohol coursing through me and as he pressed against me all warm and cozy and I'm really pushing into him enjoying the warmth lol, I'm literally half his width if not even smaller.
He began cautiously fondling my bra lightly and moving his fingertips across the top of my breasts I was going to stop him when I realized he was like molesting me in my sleep but then he started moving back down to my stomach and hips just lightly running his fingers over me and it felt soooo good. His erection was pressed into my ass (it was about average length I actually assumed that all big guys were small because of their size affecting it or something) that coupled with his light caresses it really started to turn me on and he slipped his hand into my waist band and touched the top of my small mound and i instantly jumped back like flush against him and he pulled his hand back quickly and whispered asking if I was awake.
The only reply I gave was grinding back into him reaaally pressing my ass against his cock working my hips in circles. He kinda seemed startled at first but started working back into me and caressing me again but a lot less gently. He started to nibble on my ear and neck and I about lost it. I turned over to face him and he kissed me full force which I really didn't want so I kinda pushed myself up and took off my shirt and to my surprise he took off my bra with one hand without looking or anything, pretty impressive to me. But I straddled him, honestly there was no way he could get on top of me, and worked my hips into him he was only wearing boxers and was very hard at the time. he was propped against some pillows and kind of sat up and jerked my sweats and panties off and I was helping him get them off by being in a kneeling position and as soon as he got them off me he took advantage of my position and caressed my pussy which of course made me shiver.
He started rubbing me finding my clit almost immediately and using his thumb on it hard in circles which made me jump and and buck into his hand and he started finger fucking me hard with one hand and teasing my clit with the other and whispering in my ear saying things like omg you are so fucking wet and oh baby you're so tight. He was assaulting my senses literally making me feel as no one ever had i started like bucking into him erratically getting so close to the edge but panicking and pulling away from him at the last minute.
I caught my breath for a second and immediately went to doing what I do best and took the head of his dick into my mouth licking and teasing his shaft and then taking it all in sucking and deep throating as long as I could without gagging alternating my mouth and hands on his balls. He started to fuck my mouth and was getting really into it then he suddenly pulled it out of my mouth and kind of put me back to straddling him.
To be totally I honest I didn't really want to go all the way with him but the way he kept touching me was driving me crazy. He pushed me on his dick and I helped guide the head in I rode him like crazy for what felt like twenty minutes until I got off and told him to get up and I let him bend me over the bed fucking me from behind balls slapping my pussy. He was genuinely a good fuck. After bottoming out in me he finally pulled out and shot all over my back and got some in my hair.
I'm considering keeping fucking him. He is very attractive in the face just a little round for my usual taste.

Sorry if its poorly written, I got all bothered while writing this and tried to keep focus.

This is a story of a guy that followed me around the mall and kept trying to attack me one day. It involves a bit of sexual assault but not as bad as it could have been. Also I skipped out on a lot of the details, especially with the touchy parts, even though I remember all the details. If it doesn’t make sense I can describe a lot more detail in comments or PM, but I’m skipping a lot of details to keep it from being a novel (I tend to ramble if I get started). And I apologize for this being so long. I was typing it on a word document and then pasted it here and saw it was so insanely huge.
To be honest I’m not really traumatized by what happened, and the experience wasn’t remotely as bad as some of the people on here have gone through so I don’t demand sympathy. In fact I’m not even really bothered by it as much as I should be (Is that weird?). It’s something that only I (and I guess the guys involved) know about and I like to keep it that way, which is why I didn’t report it or anything. In writing the whole thing down it makes me realize that I was pretty stupid. After the first situation I really should have learned better than to let myself get into the others (you'll understand if you read it), but I guess I kept shrugging things off and assuming that I could get out of all the situations without making a scene and getting police involved, even though in reality I was just lucky every single time. It was really stupid of me to not scream and thrash as much as I could, I don't even know why I couldn't manage that. Still, luck saved me and for that I ended up better than a lot of other people, and so I'm thankful for that.
I guess I’m just writing it so that somebody random can read it, since I want to keep it secret from my real life. Again I don't know how much sense my writing makes, hopefully enough.
Anyway on to the story for those who care to read it:
It happened in spring of 2012. It was the day my older sister, Amy, was graduating high-school. Pretty much her grad events started at like 10 AM for group pictures in the sunlight and stuff, then they had a break for about 4 hours to do what they wanted before everyone had to meet up for the convocation part. My sister and her friends all wanted to spend the break at a nearby mall, since we needed lunch/shopping and had time to kill. My mom drove us all to the mall and dropped us off there, having to drive home to pick up my step-dad and younger brothers who didn’t want to come with us in the morning.
When we got there Amy’s friends decided it would be fun to go have lunch in the gas station in the same parking lot. It had a little A&W attached and they thought it would be hilarious to go to a fast food restaurant and eat gross food dressed up in all fancy dresses. We got our burgers and sat down at one of the tall round tables with the high up stools so that their dresses stayed mostly off the floor. I didn’t have that problem since it wasn't my grad, so I was wearing a moderately short minidress. It was black, stretchy, and had the zipper on the front. Big dresses aren’t comfortable, plus there wasn’t a chance of it being stepped on and ripped (which happened to one of them at the dinner).
We were eating our lunch in the corner of the gas station where there were like four tiny round tables. As we were eating two guys came in and got some food. One of them, a chubbier fellow with a thick beard and a hat, went and sat down at one of the other tables but the other one decided to stop and chat with us. I guess the outfits made it pretty obvious it was grad time, and Amy’s friend Christine was in a super friendly mood and more than willing to chat with him about how awesome of a day it would be, even though he was probably like 50 years old and looked like a cross between a trucker and a homeless guy.
That was all fine with me, I’m not a talk-to-strangers type of person but I just ate my food and didn't get involved, however I did listen in. It was mostly the greasy guy chatting about all his grad stories, girls’ dresses getting ripped, guys falling through tables, a couple fights etc. however there were a lot of mentions about how good looking the girls were back then, as well as a few random compliments about how good all of us looked. He didn't seem entirely creepy, just so friendly it was awkward.
Anyway after I finished my meal the guy got up and left the building (leaving his friend still at the table), and after drinking my whole drink I really had to go pee. The other girls were not finished eating (because they do more talking than eating) and so I told Amy I was going to the washroom really quick and she just said to hurry up because they wanted to go to the mall soon. So I found the bathrooms and went in. They were on the other side of the convenience store near the refrigerated drinks through a door and a little hallway.
I finished in the washroom and went back out, but jumped in surprise as I opened the door since the chatty old dude was standing right in the door frame, staring down at me. He was certainly not on his way to the guy’s room. He must have come back inside and noticed I had gone to the washroom and decided to come visit me. He was partly blocking my way out while I stood with the door open. I’m not stupid and could tell what he wanted me for, since he was very obviously undressing me with his eyes as they looked me up and down. His stare was so intensely penetrating that I felt like I was already naked. I felt tempted to just strip down right there to save his imagination the effort, and by the look on his face his imagination was already doing a good enough job that he might not even notice the difference.
I knew I was in a dangerous spot, but I honestly couldn't think of a good way to get out of it. He was a very strong looking person and I was certainly not, so if I tried to push him out he would just push in harder. He hadn’t tried to grab me but I was easily within arm’s reach, and it looked like if I tried to scream he could quickly shut me up. He was standing in the door so I wouldn't be able to slam it shut, and I didn't want to step back into the washroom and let him in. All those options seemed they would end with a smile on his face, and definitely not a smile on mine.
The weird thing was this guy didn't seem at all like the person who had been talking to us before. It was him of course, but his entire attitude seemed to have flipped upside down. He no longer looked remotely friendly or full of energy like he was before. He must be really good at faking a friendly attitude, or else has multiple personalities or something. Now he just seemed terrifying and confident, to the point that I felt like there was no hope of me getting away, and that I the only thing I was supposed to do was lay down right there and let him do his thing. That feeling came in waves, sometimes so strong that several times I was very close to simply giving in and saving the effort of trying to avoid something that seemed guaranteed to happen.
Fortunately for me I always snapped out of that feeling quick enough. I knew I had to get out of there, but I didn’t want to try anything that could make him get violent, so I decided to try just assertively walking out the door. I was hoping that he was trying to seduce me in a non-violent way and that if I looked confident about leaving he would let me go. He was only blocking half the door, but unfortunately when I tried to walk by he casually leaned his arm across to get in my way. I pushed on it a little but he wouldn't move, and instead used his other hand to feel down my back, quickly coming to rest on my butt. I was getting a bit scared with him touching me but I still hoped I could get him to buzz off.
“Excuse me!” I said to him in that bitchy tone that always comes with those words. I pushed on his arm again, and he definitely knew I wanted to go but unfortunately was having none of it. He just leaned in and his other hand made its way around the bottom of my dress. It didn't take long for me to realize this was a failed attempt so I turned toward him and smacked his hand away. He responded by pushing me up against the door frame, pressing his body against me while his hands ran down my sides.
(Anyway I’m sure you all get the general idea of where this was going. In the interest of keeping it clean and short I’m going to skip all of this part and briefly summarize. Also because I tend to ramble, so I’ll just skip it entirely.)
Pretty much I tried to keep calm and wriggle away ineffectively for a while. I didn't want to make things get violent since if he started using his full strength I wouldn't have had any hope of getting away, but when I wiggled my way out he just shoved me against another wall. He ended up getting more aggressive and I just got scared to the point of being practically motionless for who knows how long. He kept whispering insults and gross comments about me and for some time I was convinced they were true.
Some sense kicked into me when he pinned me up against the door and I turned the handle, causing us both to tumble down onto the floor. This was followed by a few struggles that nearly ended with him on top of me, but ultimately had me kicking him right in the face with my pointy heel. It was such a good kick that it pretty much reduced him to a crying mess (which he deserved) and let me get out of there. The whole time I forgot to just scream for some reason, but it turned out fine since he was the one left crying on the bathroom floor.
(It probably doesn’t make sense when shortened that much so you can ask questions in PM or comments and I’ll elaborate. If it weren’t for character limits I would end up rambling on with paragraphs about every moment.)
We left the A&W and I didn’t tell anyone or call the police, simply because I had gotten away before anything terrible happened and I really didn’t want to ruin Amy’s grad day by having the police come. Also because if I told anyone then everybody would be sympathizing and checking if I was okay rather than celebrating Amy’s success, which was something she desperately needed since she was kind of depressed. You can call me an idiot for that if you like, but at the time I thought it was the best decision and I really didn’t want to deal with the police anyway. I wasn’t traumatized or anything and I know it could have been much worse. Most of the stories on here are WAY more horrifying than what happened to me. I guess it was made a bit better by the fact that I gave him what he deserved in the end.
As I left the washroom I noticed the other guy was still at his table, finished his food. He was staring at me, but pretending not to. Since the two knew each other I assumed he must have known what had went on in there. Maybe he was keeping watch to make sure greasy trucker guy had me all to himself, or the more likely situation that he was waiting for trucker guy to finish so he could have his turn with me, in which case he was probably very upset that I was out of the bathroom, or that I was still wearing a dress! Either way I’m glad he was out here instead of both of them meeting me in there. I barely had it in me to fight off one pervert; had both come then I don't think it would have taken much convincing for me to do what they wanted. Then again maybe he was totally innocent and I was just being really suspicious.
We had to go to the mall to get movies and snacks for the next day, since the girls were planning to celebrate graduating by doing absolutely nothing productive for as many days as they could manage. We spent a solid half hour or so looking through a tiny local movie trader in the mall and while we were there guess who showed up? Greasy trucker guy! Sadly his face was not as broken as I had hoped it was, although there was a clear cut on his cheekbone.
Trucker guy came in and saw us looking for movies, and once again inserted himself into our group and started talking enthusiastically with the chattier girls in the group. I had resolved beforehand to not make a big deal out of what happened and I still wasn’t going to, even though he had deliberately pushed in between me and Amy to use himself as a wall so nobody would see him put his hand on my butt. I tensed up a bit but didn’t make a scene about it, since I had decided to not let what happened interfere with grad day and to be honest this was nothing compared to what he wanted to do in the gas station. I pushed his hand away gently a few times but it always ended up back right away, a bit more firmly each time. Eventually I just decided to put up with it for the time being and pretended to read some DVD cases. For quite a while he managed to carry on a perfectly friendly and innocent chat with the girls about what movies are good, all while stealthily trying to claw my dress up.
It was actually impressive how he managed to be so friendly when his only real motive was to cop a feel of me. Clearly I hadn’t given him as many of those as I was supposed to back in the gas station. I had resolved before not to make a big deal out of any of this, and if I could let the other stuff slide then this certainly wasn’t a big deal in comparison. He was clever and persistent, and subtle at least, and it’s not like anyone was noticing. Plus I didn’t think he could really do much more than that without drawing attention to himself, but that didn’t stop him from trying. I think he knew that I was never going to report him so he wasn’t afraid of doing this in public, and it seemed like he was going to keep trying to go further. I guess he had no reason not to as long as I was just standing there letting him do whatever he wanted.
I figured the things he started doing were getting so obvious everyone should have noticed, but none of the girls did and they kept chatting. To be honest I still wasn’t too bothered, since I knew eventually we would leave and nobody but us two would have any idea, however what worried me is actually getting caught like that since I didn’t want anyone to know that I had let some old dude grope me in public. I couldn’t tell him off without everyone knowing that, but I realized it wasn’t like he was going to attack me for trying to move away. I pretty much spent the next however long shuffling about the movie store acting interested in random things. He’d follow me around casually to put his moves on me but I never gave him a long enough before I went elsewhere. Eventually he got tired of not getting anywhere and said his goodbyes to everyone and skittered off.
After getting our movies we had to go to the attached Wal-Mart for snacks and all the junk food and pop we could find. We still had time before my mom was supposed to come get us so we killed a bit of time there as well, since we bolted through all the food isles grabbing stuff and had enough junk food to feed a fat army. We spent about half an hour going through the electronics section. My family used to play a lot of Wii games (and some Xbox) so we were browsing the games aisle for a long time. One of the girls decided to buy a DS game and went looking for the attendant to get it out of the cabinet. While she was gone Chris looked in the cart and decided we still needed Munchies. Since they were still waiting for the game they asked me to run and get some while they waited here so I headed back to the food section, snagged a huge bag of the stuff, and started back.
Walking down a main aisle again I looked ahead and noticed old trucker dude yet again. I realized at this point that he was going to keep following us until we either vanished or he got what he wanted. He was between me and the electronics section and hadn’t noticed me yet so I ducked into a side aisle full of furniture and decided to go around a different way so I could not have to run into him. The electronics were a section in the middle and I figured I’d just go around and meet up with Amy before he saw me, however when I got to the main aisle on the other side I saw him again walking down an aisle toward where I was. He still hadn’t noticed me since I saw him through the shelves but I still didn’t want to run into him so I went down another isle. We played unintentional cat and mouse throughout a good chunk of the store.
I ended up in a section close to the gardening section at the back corner of the store with the tall shelving everywhere. I figured by now he knew I was in the store and was looking for me so as long as he didn’t see me I would be fine. I was at the end of an aisle at the back wall. Nobody was around were I was and there were only a couple people down near the main aisle on the other end. One of them was trucker guy, wandering down the main aisle glancing down either side. The aisle near me had a bunch of bins and storage stuff and it was possible for me to look over them through the shelves and watch him. By the looks of it he couldn’t see me. I watched him stealthily since if I tried to leave the end of the isle he would see me. He looked back and forth a few times down the last aisle.
When he finally turned away and started down the other direction I breathed a sigh of relief. However apparently I was watching so intently I didn’t notice footsteps behind me until it was too late, and I suddenly felt two arms around me from the back. One of the hands covered my mouth for a time, although I tend not to scream when I’m scared anyway. After a few moments I saw the trucker guy turn around and head back toward me. I knew the person behind me was the other one from the gas station because I could feel his rough beard on my neck, and I figured they must have been trying to herd me away from the busy part of the store so they could trap me, which I apparently fell for like an idiot.
(Here’s another part that I’ll be skipping a lot of details on.)
I was still holding the bag of munchies in one hand for some reason, but the other was free to try and push him away, although it didn’t work. By the time I realized I’d never push him off like that, trucker guy showed up around the corner and I was immediately stuck between them. I couldn’t push away, there was nobody else in sight, and Amy would never look for me in this corner of the store, so I quickly resigned myself to my current role as the tasty filling of their human sandwich. Thankfully neither of them got to enjoy their filling for very long since we eventually heard loud footsteps from a couple aisles over. To be honest I hoped for a moment whoever was there would go away, because I didn’t want anybody to see what I was doing. Luckily trucker dude let go of me, walked over to the other aisle and started talking cheerily to the person there, leaving me in the arms of the chubby (less strong) guy.
He seemed to be under the impression that at this point I wasn't going to resist anything, so he wasn’t really restraining me. I waited a little while until he was not paying attention and smashed my elbow into the side of his head, and I was able to get away without giving trucker dude time to get back and put me back in my place between them. I even made it out with my bag of munchies. I was really lucky that person showed up in the next aisle, even though he hopefully had no idea what was going on, since without him I was completely expecting to be there until they got bored of me.
Neither of them really chased me, which is good because with the heels I was wearing they could have crawled and caught me. I guess they knew they failed and didn’t want to make a scene, and trucker dude knew I wouldn't make a scene on my own if they left me alone. I was in the clear again and wasn’t worried about them trying something in any places with other people so I resolved to stick next to Amy for good.
When I got back to Amy and the others, they were leaving the electronics and I gave them their food. I got a “What took so long” response, but I didn’t tell them that less time was spent getting the food than was spent trying to escape from touchy perverts. We went to the checkout lines but they only had one open and we had to wait in line for a long time.
Unfortunately I hadn’t seen the last of my admirer, and while we were standing in line I noticed him on the other side of the registers standing by the bathrooms staring at me. I made eye contact by accident and he nodded his head toward the bathrooms with a sly grin, obviously wanting me to join him (and probably his friend) inside. He somehow must have thought I was just playing hard to get, and just teasing him by kicking him and trying to escape. I guess in his backward way of thinking, being felt up in the gas station, followed through the mall, and grabbed at in the back of a Wal-Mart would fill any girl’s stupid, horny brain with such overpowering desire that I couldn’t possibly resist jumping into the washroom to let him finally have his way with me.
As sarcastic as that was, it’s a little embarrassing to admit that I was actually, for some reason, tempted to go over there, and I have no idea why I would even think that while knowing what they would do with me. Unfortunately for him I decided that it would be a bad idea to go into the washroom with them (duh). We all left together and as we walked past the bathrooms he didn’t look as disappointed as I expected, considering I was being such a fun wrecker. Maybe he still held out hope that I was going to give in to my lust and crawl back to him, but more likely he had gotten enough satisfaction from everything else that day even if I left without giving him the entire experience, although I’m sure his imagination had no trouble filling all the holes.
We left the mall and were picked up by my mom in her van. I sat through the convocation while my sister got her awards and diploma. It was all pretty boring to be honest; especially compared to how unpleasantly exciting my day had been so far. The rest of the day went really well and was lots of fun, however the whole day I kept thinking I would run into those guys again, since they kept finding me in the mall. While we were taking pictures outside the church where the convocation was I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of trucker dude in the far side of the parking lot for just a moment, although I was almost certainly seeing things as there was no way he could have found out where we were. Still I didn’t want to go and investigate on the off chance it was actually him, since there would be the remote possibility of being dragged into some white van to be used and left in a back alley, which really didn’t appeal to me.
By the end of the day I was past it all though and I was able to totally enjoy the dinner and dance afterward and have lots of fun. It’s not like I forgot about it, obviously I haven’t, but it wasn’t hard to deal with in the end. I’m totally okay and always have been, and I’m still confident I made the right decision in not telling anyone about it, even if everyone here thinks it was a stupid idea. It wouldn’t have improved my life to get the police involved, but it certainly would have ruined Amy’s grad, and I would have been a terrible sister and friend to do that when she was already so upset about her own life.
Anyway that’s the story. Hopefully it’s still good for this board. Any comments, questions, etc. are welcome. I’m totally good with just talking or answering anything because, as I said, I’m not traumatized by it

Today I signed a lease to a fucking gorgeous 2 bedroom 1 1/2 bathroom house today. Even though I love the house I'm terrified of the new city I have to move to because I have been in this City too long and I dislike change. I also confess that I hate to have to drag my so called roommate along and even though he's a sorry excuse for a man and cannot even afford $200 rent for a whole room in my old house, I am letting him sleep in the house for $100 a month. Even though he's twice my age and cannot get his life together I still feel terrible that I have to allow him to live in my pantry or my mud room and not I don't have the heart to kick him to the streets even though he acts like he's having to sacrifice when I have gave him a home for 3 months already. I dislike being nice because I get myself in fucked up predicaments that I should have never gotten myself in to. Fuck!!!

I had this dream a while back where I wasallway with two other guys and we walked into a room with skulls and old chests. There were two massive egyptian looking guys standing there wearing these full body armor suits made of animal teeth or something. It almost looked as if we were inside a pyramid. The two men who we were all terrified of because we had no idea where we were or what we were doing there told us too kill each other. This is the only foggy part of the dream. But I remember fighting to the death and killing both of them. I'm not quite sure how I killed them but it was definitely scary. Then out of nowhere 1 of the egyption looking men grab me by my head and feet and squished my body into a ball. The Pain was so real I swear I felt it. It was the most agonizing pain I have ever felt. Then I asked one of the massive dudes where I was. He looked at me smiled and said "you mean u don't know?" At that moment I thought to myself in the dream..oh my god, im in hell. Then I woke up. This was months ago and it still bothers me to this day. Wtf does it mean when u dream u r in hell???

Panties to work is both thrilling and terrifying 🥰

Ok, so i don't really know where to begin with this story, but i'll try to bring it to the most recent event, a female friend of mine(who used to live with me and my girlfriend for a while) got knocked up by her on again off again boyfriend. She comes from a religious background, and ended up marrying him, though i don't think she wanted to.

now here recently she had sent me a snapchat of her boobs (since they had grown i assume) but she had never sent me nudes before. She has been over a lot lately, and is shy, but i would pull her breasts out and suck them when i could get the chance, even though she is pregnant and married (to someone who used to be one of my best friends)

Well yesterday, i had to take my girlfriend to work for a couple hours, and decided to cruise around the town with her (very small town) and we went a bit out of the city limits and seen this abandoned house, or i should say couple of houses, and we stopped by. As soon as we went into one of the ran down buildings i pulled her boobs out and played with them, and almost instantly undid her pants and slid them down, and started eating her out while she stood. I guided her to the only other room in the house and sat her on the back of a very filthy couch, pulled out my dick, and tried to fuck her, but the angle was not allowing that, there were some foam matress things to the right (also very filthy) so i ran to my car (dick still out) and got my coat, sat it down and started humping her. I knew we had to hurry, one to get my girlfriend and two we were very close to a dirt road, and the place we were in had no trespassing signs all over the place.

So i was screwing her and making out with her while she moaned. I heard at least 3 cars drive by, and that was terrifying, but none pulled in to see why there was a car there luckily. I quickly came inside her and kissed her some more. I ran back to my car as she got redressed, and tried to wipe my cock off with some napkins, i'm kinda a clean freak, but i tucked it in, and we drove back to town and pulled into a Casey's gas station, used the different bathrooms simultaneously, to wash my pussy smelling hands, and my soaked penis off. I even bought a few things so i didn't just come in to use the bathroom. She talked to the cashier a bit (someone she knew) and we got in my car and waiting for my girlfriend to get out of work, while i blared my ac to cool off (my face was flushed).

She has been coming over nearly daily for the past month, and stays the nights on occasion, i can't wait for a day off that she stays were my girlfriend has to work, i want to screw her without the worry of getting busted, and being in a time crunch.

TLDR: I slept with my ex buddy's wife, who is pregnant, and came in her, in an old abandoned house out of town. It was thrilling.

With Trump giving his coronavirus press briefings we really get to see just how dumb this man really is. Until the press briefings we could have given him the benefit of the doubt and even wondered if he did have more than two brain cells to rub together. After all, he loves telling us how smart he is. Now we know with 100% certainty that he is just trying to convince himself he is smart. I have never heard so much nonsense come from an adult's mouth. Surely he will never be re-elected now people have seen just how terrifyingly dumb this man is.

I confess that there are many people who are delusional on Motherless.

In example,
"I'd brutally fuck her!"
Translation = "I'd pump her a couple times then cum."

"I'm not gay or anything but..."
Translation = "Gay."

"I'd lick her pussy for days."
Translation = "What if she has to take a massive shit? Will you still lick her for days? Are you going to keep licking her even though she's busy reading a magazine, wondering if you'll ever stop?"

"I'd rape her."
Translation = "Rapist."

"I prefer younger..."
Translation = "Lester the Creepy Molester."

"Can I see her feet?!?"
Translation = "Unhealthy obsession with feet, seek help."

"WWYD?"
Translation = "Retarded and socially inept."

"Is my dick big enough?"
Translation = "Insecure."

Lastly, "Men who answer WWYD posts."
Translation = "Men who will never really get any pussy and live out their immature fantasies through a porn site with other adult children none of which seem to get it up and if they do, can't last long to satisfy a real woman aka terrified of real women in real life."

So here I am, lusting after my [insert family member title here for anonymity]. I met this little vixen after about 10 years of not knowing her. (I'm 8 years her senior) She was shy, but a fun kid. She chased me around the house we were at asking me for a kiss. "No.. a REAL kiss!" as I looked at her embarrassed in front of our other family members.. Later that day she took me into the room I would be staying in and locked the door and was ready for that kiss. About a minute later my [family member] knocked on the door and tried to open it. In a panic I said, "Oh how did that get that way.. Silly locks.." and I opened the door.

I felt sort of cheated but what I lacked in luck I made up for in swimming in the hot tub. I had fun with her riding on my back through the pool like I was some sort of sea horse. But then came the hot tub...

We were sitting in the hot tub with my sister (yes I'll give you that much) and I had this raging boner that wouldn't quit! After a while I figured I was safe, as nobody noticed, but after about 20 minutes she spotted it! And said something out loud about it! (How the hell does she know what a boner is???) So she asked to see it... What!? I had no idea how to respond. Especially with my sister right there. So I just laughed it off and said no a few times. (lame I know..) My sister got out and I was terrified she was going to say something.. (but thankfully she didn't..) So after a while of her staring at my cock throbbing in my trunks she got out and ran off. (Whereas I stayed for about 10 more minutes to rub one out and get that shit to quit!)

So about another 7 years goes by and we hadn't talked or seen each other. (she lives in another state) and we start talking again on Facebook. And then text. My cock wont tell me what I need it to tell me because she went from this little scrawny girl to being this goddess somehow. She's in her 20's now and we still talk. Talk about life and problems and about her moving over here to this side of the USA. It catches me off guard a lot, but I cant help but think about her sexually. We're not related as much as we couldn't legally get married (in both of our states) etc, but it still bugs me that its never come up since we re-connected. I'm afraid I love her..

Gah, so here's my story. Kind of the shortened kind because I'm trying to get this off my chest. So there.

(Troll's Just know this is really something that happened. I'm kind of scared to even post this, but I needed to get it out.)

I confess I have a giant hard on for someone I used to know. She gave me a ton of nudes a year ago and I know she has more, but she won't talk to me anymore. I have her email and contact info for her church / friends / family / school, and want to blackmail her for nudes, but I'm too terrified to do it. I also don't know how I would go about it without being able to be caught.

So confusing. She is beautiful but uses a word that is an insult.
I was raised not to have hate and respect the rights of others who have not tried to take your rights away.

I do not know her so I can not judge anything but what is there..
All I can see of her and know of her from this is I see a being that I find beautiful holding a sign that for all I know, one should never joke about...

What can I do?
I would love to place her in my photos here of what draws my eyes and I see beauty in the being.
But the word makes me pause.
I can not...

I find it hard to be someone who cares and does not want to harm or risk others when in a world where it seems people want that.

I can not change who I am and am conflicted what to do.

I can not do to another what I would not want done to me...

I wish it were not like this...

I wish I could wake up in a different world where all is has been solved and no one hurts anyone as they all care for each other....

over 50 and I feel so lost and out of place.....
I am terrified of people and all that's going on.
I have been punched in the balls for only opening a door..
When a child I was beat, called names they call white kids and kicked between the legs till when teachers found me I went to the ER blood running out the end of my dick.

Only those exact people who did it I judge..

But the fear I have is real and have been told I am wrong for having it.

I am confused.

There was a time back before the beatings and other things that I was liked by the black boys and girls.
The girls said they liked me and being around me for treating them better than their own.
I only treated them how I feel one should anyone.

I liked them and they like me till years later when one parent told them yes they could be around me but the other spanked them and made it clear to stay away.

I wish what ever happen that caused all the friends and those who liked me that were black never happen...
My race never was nice to me and bullied me and the girls shamed and put all they could down about me and all I did was be kind and be born and raised right.

If I could have those better days back when only the black boys and girls liked me and was around me back and never go away ever then I would be happy.

now for years I just live in fear and not understanding why being a kind caring being got all I did when it started amazing.

I hide my feelings and fear everyone.

I need the same great people back then who now can do as they want to remember me and help me feel human again..
The smile and joy of the girls who every day wanted to tell me hi and sit with me just because I am me.
The friends that were the guys I could trust and we laughed and it all felt normal and amazing.

I do not know how to find that...
I am still me and feel how I did about things and know right from wrong...
I have never let anyone change me.

I hope some thing good can come from my words......

I have no idea what to do anymore but I still am kind and have compassion till I need to hide it and run.

I confess, I am a 22 year old, very small small, very ugly man who has been impotent all his life, has severe Peyronie's disease, a 1-inch penis, scars and disfigurements all over my body, very low bone density and have never had a girlfriend.

I am basically a moly and uglier version of captain america before his vita ray treatment. My family hates me, I dropped out of school and I am struggling financially. I am close to anorexic because of long hours in catering work and not enough money to pay rent and eat well.

When I was younger, I fell in love with an amazing, beautiful and intelligent girl, but it was never returned. I confess I no longer resent this.

I confess that all my bitterness at one point, made me an extremely unpleasant person. I lied, was conceited in nature and pushed everyone away. I am still struggling with these traits.

I confess I once felt music. I confess I once felt nostalgia, and that life was incredible and full of promises and there was so much in the world to see. I confess that I am now terrified of the world, and of people. I am terrified of each that follows the next.

I confess I hang around scumbag pervert websites like this one, because I believe that there is nothing wrong with this. I am just a product of failed genetics, a runt child from a litter of 3. I believe I ended up doing the things I do because I am just a product of the way the world treats people like me.

I confess I regret NOTHING.

I hear all the "stop the body shame" speeches females make and yet no one in their gender seems get body shame hurts who it is directed at. That means ANY GENDER. I do not see any change in the nonstop shame from gender OR race at ther other sides. Karma being what it is... Imagine someone who does care deeply about the issues you face and it hurts them to see others hurt and wants the same end to all shame unless earned by bad actions onto another.
Imagine you shame them in any open place and make the jokes so common that even tv and anyone shoots it off for a laugh.
It seems there is a problem of understanding what being equal is.
Do onto others as you want done onto you..

That means if you same someone then expect it back in full as you do onto a gender so you must want it done onto you, right? If not then set the example.

I was raised to accept all race and gender as equal and only judge who has done wrong to another in any form.

Gender and race are making them self stand out with the shame and looking down on others I see here and other places and in real life every day.

Where did all the nice people go?
Well, After being beat to see blood and someone fall to the ground knocked out to just see what happens and get a laugh from doing it and made fun of till I hid from every human terrified as no one including teachers or the school system helped do anything more than make it worse for me... Well.

I am a good person who ran to another to help. As a child I want to teachers who fell as kids laughed and truly asked what I could do to help. In that case it was go get help from the office in front of the school.

I would see someone hurt by others and ask if they needed a friend or just someone to talk to.

I was always thinking of others and caring...

What ever happen in the first day of 3nd grade to others was like I walked into some different versions of this world. My black friends told me they could not be around me anymore or they would be beat up being "too white" around me. My own race just got mean and if you did not hit back or hurt others then you were not in some click, You were the target for their hate and fun.

I was knocked out many times and almost we will say "ended for ever" just because they wanted to see it for real.. sick... Teachers said they were laughing after I hit the ground bleeding from the nose after being hit in the head knocked out. Shame, hate, beat,... that was my life till I got out of school.

I am terrified of people and all genders and race including and for sure mine.

I was not like that. I was not raised to ever think I would be done that way. I only hate who directly hurt me and no other...
I do fear as any being would anyone I do not know or trust well from all that happen.

BUT, I am not going to shame or anything someone I never saw do direct wrong actions to another.

So, I do not know of the other "good ones"... But I am terrified and have nightmares, My back is messed as well as the joints the doctor knows was injured badly back then.
The only time I laughed at the term "hard headed" was nothing ever happen from being knocked out. That was checked long ago after they counted up how many times I had been hit that hard.
My IQ is more than fine and no issues from any of that part.

So the shame and hate that damaged me is what happen. I am too terrified of people.

Figure al others like me who in the end DID hate anyone for things they never did and there is one thing as why the world may be how it is.

You can not stop hate and hate at the same time or hurt someone for nothing.
Change can not happen if no one puts that first as the main goal.

I am still the warm, caring, thoughtful, loyal, loving human I was born as...
I just protect it from being hurt to the point I loose that part of me..

Give me a save,warm,caring,loving place and the being who puts others before them returns to those who unlocked it in me by knowing I will not be hurt and I can trust who protects that part of me.

I wish I could have known who I could have been if it all never happen.
I was out going, happy, cheering others up,helping any time I could and always there for someone hurting and in need all as a child.

So look at the so called ALPHA and BETA or what ever gender and race posts here and other places.
If it makes me afraid then I am also afraid to talk or trust with ease any relationship. And with good cause.
I do not want to be shamed and hurt by who I am with and will not do that to who I am with.

Can you look from above down on all this and see how general posts aimed at a gender or race and how the words placed with that post is to make clear how inferior that person is in the eyes of who posted it can run off the "good ones" and might even run them off forever?

If you have a hand in shame then lack of change for the better was helped by your actions placing shame and hate on others making them give you all the room you seem to be wanting.

SO, All the stop the shame people... Stop the shame to all equally and who still does it is to blame.

I could truly love any race or gender.
If they saw what I hold in me and always provide a safe,warm,caring,loving place for it to grow and always love and care with warmth protecting it and it will give to who gives, will place first who places them first.

Is that not what was hoped for long ago by so many?

To find someone like that above all else?

Only change can make it happen.

That is if the human race truly wants that hope to come true.

Stop hate,stop shame,Judge only who just hates and acts on that hate to hurt others who have done nothing.

Parents were right you know...
Think before you act :)
Be well,Be safe.
Always care and love but never hate, shame or degrade others for nothing.
Change needs all to take part and not just one side...

I confess that I really, really want to ask one of my best friends out, but I keep avoiding asking her out because I'm terrified of her rejecting me and it damaging our friendship.

Full disclosure: we'd been fuckbuddies earlier this year, but then, for unclear reasons, she put an end to it. And that's part of why I've had really cold feet about just asking her out.

absolutely positively unstoppable love machine.updating a canister-ed mass of strings, pushing this viscous reality.clenching and bloating, a twitch in its floating. crimson tides that blot eyes.temperature rising, terrified.traffic jamming, liquid cramming.no freshness spreading, darkness heading.

UPDATE!

This is an update from my original post about my sister and I.

This past Thursday night my sister and I were watching the football game, having a few beers, and getting a little drunk, you could feel the tension in the air as if we both knew what had happened the other day with me grabbing her breast. After the first quarter she wants to play this tackling game we use to play, were we run into each other trying to score a touchdown on the couch. We have a longer end were we can jump and use to pretend it was the end one.

I could tell she was pretty drunk, as was I, her in sweat pants, rolled up at the top showing the tip of her panties, driving me nuts! and a tank top with no bra, her nipples hard. Me again in shorts and a t shirt.

We play the game for a little bit, jumping and ramming into each other and falling and laughing,, pretty normal stuff, until I jump and juke or do a more and she tries to grab and and ends up getting a handful of my crotch and dick. Already being semi hard I jump back, and don't know what to say,
My sister on the other hand says,
"wow, seems like someone is a little excited"
I laugh it off,
She continues with
"I wish there was a way I could twist your cock like you twisted my tit"
being drunk I slip out and say,
"anyway for you to get dick huh!"
"she gets embarrassed and says
"its only far since you felt me up"
laughing, not knowing what to say, I jump back into her to make her fall on the couch to "score a touchdown"
"thats not far! she says as I pretend to dance while laying on the couch, she ends up crawling on top of me, straddling me trying to reach for the football, all the while grinding on me, either not knowing she was or doing it on purpose.
After a few seconds of her on top of me I am rock hard and I am pretty sure she knows because she pulls her sweats pants a little to become tighter so she can grind better. She is no longer reaching for the ball, and simply grinding on me, I can tell she is enjoying my hard did because she is breathing heavy and getting into it. She is really going to town on my dick and crotch, either pretending to reach for the ball or whatever.
She finally grabs the ball and jumps off me and does a little sexy dance like she scored a touchdown.
After she is off of me, i said
"where you going, I was close"
"she looked terrified and said omg!"
I said to winning, I was close to winning, she laughed it off, and said she liked that game, and ran upstairs to her room.
leaving me there sitting with a huge rock hard cock, and blue balled. She is fucking with my guys, I do not know who to prolong this, or make it go further, Thank you for reading, I tried to get on her fast to tell you all.
Again I will not be posting any pictures of her since she is family.

My farts smell fucking evil following a night of drinking beer and what not.
Its rank. Putrid!!! Makes my hangover worse.
Then being stuck on the toilet when i gotta take a shit.... scheesh!!!

What about those people in bars and clubs who can't control their passing of wind coz they've probably had one too many drinks. The anonymous smell. Its terrifying!! You see a group of people turning heads or holding noses and stuff.
"Where the fuck did that come from?" they ask. Sometimes its a girls'. Hmmmm...

Parent's want their kids to be safe from predators...but that's NOT what they REALLY fear.

Protecting kids from getting molested is easy as pie. Just teach them what to do in that situation. If some guy touches them in a uncomfortable way, tell them to say "NO!" and threaten to scream or run away--they'll get the message. It's SOOO easy. We teach kids to walk, talk, read, write; teaching them to avoid bad men is a cakewalk.

But almost all parents don't choose that option. Instead they watch their kids' every move, they don't let them play alone, or go trick-or-treating alone, or go on the internet without a million filters, and software that tracks every click.

Why do parents stress themselves out with this ineffective method? It's because their REAL fear is not a child molester. The real fear is that their kid might WILLINGLY engage in some type of sexual activity because they WANT to. That is terrifying for a parent, because A. that's something they can't control and B. it fucks with their diseased worldview that kids are pure, innocent and a-sexual, and that adults are sexual and corrupted.

My mom removed the door to the TV room when I was little. I asked her why years later, and she said because she didn't want me and my friends playing sex games. She didn't want us having fun. But we did anyway--in secret so we wouldn't get in trouble.

We all played those games as kids, with girls and boys. And every once in a while, a kid might wanna play a game with an adult. THAT is the real fear that no parent wants to admit. They're fine with the thought of their kid being a "victim", but being an actual participant is too much to bear.

Hey All,

I've been reading the confession pages here for a few months now after a friend gave me the link..

I've my own confession..

I'm an 18 year old girl.
Pansexual if it makes any diffrence.

Over the past year I've gotten really in to humiliation. degredation and some play rape. I jkeep imagining scenes with my bf or other people in my head, makes me so horny but even though my bf is in to bdms I'm kinda scared to talk to him about it incase he's too hard core for it.
Instead I've been going to random sex chatrooms and finding strangers to tell me what to do on web cam...

So this is the senario thats been in my head non stop lately.

My boyfriend is mad at me, for some reason or another, maybe I haven't been putting out enough lately. So, we're arguing and sudenly he hits me and not a playful slap, he hits me hard in the face. I'm kinda turned on by it but I get mad anyways and start shouting. He hits me again and tells me I'm nothing and a whore won't talk to him like that. I ask how the fuck I'm a whore and he rips off my top, I try to put it on but he hits me again and tells me not to move...
I'm scared now, so I don't as he takes the rest of my cloths off. The blinds are open in our apparment and the neighbours across the way could see in if they wanted, he catches me looking and laughs at me telling me that the whole world is gonna see what a little slut I am.

He doesn't do anything for a while, just stares at my naked body. I'm still to scared to move, but eventualy ask what the fuck he's doing. He tells me to shut up and just rub my clit. I oblige.. embarsed though. He tells me to finger my ass and I refuse.. He grabs a kife, a large on, slams me down on the table so I'm bent over, ass on display. First he slaps my ass cheek with the side of the knife, it stings. Then, without warning or lubrication, holding my back down with his arm, he begins to shove the knife handle in my ass. The handle is stainless steal, really cold. I yell from the shock of it and I struggle. He tells me if I keep pissing him off he'll slit my throat. I start to cry, terrified. He takes it out and not gentely. He turns me over and spits in my face and tells me I'm a filthy fucking slut. Hits me a few more times. I'm still crying. He looks proud of himself as he leads me to the long clear window and presses me against it. I feel so exposed. I don't see anyone watching but I can't be sure. Again, he waits a while befor he moves on.

He grabs me by the throat as he leads me to the bathroom. I think he's going to make me shower in front of him and I'm right. He tells me to wash the filth off of myself. When I finish he tells me to kneel down in the shower, I do what he says, at this point I'm terrified.. broken.
He opens his ziper and takes out his cock. Then proceeds to piss all over me, I'm shocked and he can tell. He pisses all over me, in my hair, on my face, my tits.. He even aims for my pussy. He says, I told you that you were filthy.

He walks out leaving me alone in the shower to cry.

That's all I have so far.. can anyone help add things to this? I'd love to develop the fantasy.