The following is not real. Some of you know have known me will recognize some of the people, but this is not how this actually happened. People suggested I try writing something else so here you go.

So, Im going to be straight up for a second. I think about fucking everyone I meet. I think about how they would feel under my hands. Or how I could make them cum. I think about what kinky stuff they might be into. Is the fat old charge nurse into anal? What would that paramedic do if I asked him to piss on me? Would the clerk that checked me out at the store rim me if I went down on him?
All of these and more race through my mind. Normally I push them out of the way. Sometimes I dwell on them, and try to find out. And that’s how it was with my father in law.
From the moment I saw him, I wanted to fuck him. Joe and I had just started dating and we had gone to his parents house. My future father in law (lets call him Frank) was a runner. Not just recreationally. He liked to do marathons and shit like that. As such, he was in amazing shape. Athletic and slim. His muscles were well defined under his skin, and he had the sharp facial figures like a sculpture. His hair was still black, aside from the gray that had begun to appear at his temples.
To be fair, I was in shape then too. More than one, actually. They were just circles of various sizes.
From that day forward, I wanted to fuck him. I wouldn’t say I was obsessed, but I did think about it often. I was still occasionally fucking Joe’s brother, so I would find myself comparing their cocks. Joe’s wasn’t small, necessarily, but it lacked his brother’s girth. I began to wonder what it would take to get Frank to fuck around on his wife. He had raised one son to have an intense moral direction. Joe doesn’t like anything I like in the bedroom, mostly because he finds it degrading to me.
On the other hand, his other son was a complete dirtbag. He was the one that came on to me first. To be fair, I kept it going after the wedding, but he could have said no. What kind of a guy fucks his brothers wife the day they leave for their honeymoon?
So what kind of guy was Frank? One of his sons was an outlier, but which one? And then what kind of woman would not only entice him to cheat, but to fuck his sons wife as well. It was the kind of challenge I rose to. I had to find out. It would be quite the accomplishment, fucking all the men in a family. Well, aside from mine, I guess.
It would be a process. A long one. Find out if he would cheat. Find out if he would cheat with a fat girl. Find out if he would cheat with a fat daughter in law. Finally find out if he wanted a whore or an angel. I could do either, but angel was temporary. I would see him pretty regularly, once week or so, more often during the summer. He had a pool, you see, and Joe loved to swim.
So I got to work. First step was to see if he was even interested. I waited until the next time we went swimming. That would be a few weeks away, so I contented myself through masturbation that mostly involved him and my dad tag teaming me. By the time we were actually going, not even these clit sessions could tide me over.
I had thought about doing a two piece, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. So I settled on my one piece. It would be sufficient for this. The changing room was their bedroom, and it had a sliding glass door that led to the pool. There was a curtain to pull to cover it. I thought about leaving the curtain open, but there was never a time when he was the only one in line of sight. Disappointed, I headed to the pool to join the others.
It was while swimming that I saw my first opportunity. The pool itself was a saltwater pool, and at one end was a hot tub fixture that overflowed in a waterfall into the pool itself. Frank was standing by the waterfall, talking to Joe, who was in the tub. I dove under the water, and while I swam to the waterfall, I adjusted by suit so that I had a nipple peaking out. I wasn’t able to be sure, and I didn’t want too much to show, but it was a gamble.
I rose out of the water next to Frank, my left nipple exposed. I slid up next to him and asked what they were up to. Joe couldn’t see my tits from his position, No one else would be in line of sight if I turned towards Frank. Slowly, with the waterfall falling on me, I turned towards him and asked him what he was drinking.
He looked to me and opened his mouth to answer, but his eyes went right to my tit. I held my breath. Would he say something? Would he freak out? Would he just stare?
The latter. As he responded to me, I slowly exhaled the breath I had been holding. His eyes were flicking between Joe, me, and my nipple. I was looking him over too. His chest had a small v shaped patch of graying hair, his nipples sat flush against his body. His neck was ridged by firm tendons and muscles. Fucking hell he was sooo hot. Joe began moving toward the stairs so I dipped down and fixed my suit.
I swam away eagerly awaiting my next chance. I was optimistic about this thing for the first time. Pushing the envelope and taking chances were such a turn on for me that I was spent the rest of the swim time rubbing my clit hidden by the water.
We caught eyes a few times after that, but he didn’t really betray anything else. A plan took form. I would be the last to get out. I would go into the room to change, and somehow entice him in there once I had stripped out of my suit and covered myself. Then, a quick flash, or something. I wasn’t sure yet.
As luck would have it, Frank and I were the last two. Improvising, I got out and piddled around outside until Joe had finished changing. I went in, and began to look around the room for something to give me an excuse to get him in here. I had to hurry, and act while he was alone in the pool area. If anyone else was there, they might come instead.
It didn’t take long. There was a hamper in the bathroom for towels, but Joe had been Joe and just piled them on top of it. Under the pile of wet towels, it might be missed. I stripped out of my suit, and wrapped myself in a dry towel. I rushed to the door and looked out. He was still alone, but he was out of the pool.
I slid the door open. “Hey Frank. Where do I put my towels?”
He looked at me in the towel, and flipped his head to the main doors into the house, possibly to see were everyone was, then back to me. “I-In the bathroom, Claire.” He said.
“I looked I don’t see it. Can you show me?” I asked. Deliberately I looked down. His wet trunks clung to his body. It wasn’t hard to see the outline of his cock, hanging flaccid, along his body. It was hard to gage, but he looked bigger than either of his sons. I let my eyes linger, then went back to his face. I bit my lower lip.
Wordlessly he started towards me. “Thanks, Frank.” I said, retreating back into the room before he got there. Now what? I thought to myself. Just dropping the towel would be a high risk high reward situation. If he reacts poorly, it might be impossible to say it was just an accident. Instead, I sat on his bed, facing the bathroom. I spread my legs, leaving the towel on, but parted just enough.
He came in and stopped. My breath caught again. For what seemed like an eternity he stared at me. He smiled slightly, but it was gone as quick as it came. He moved to the bathroom.
“Oh.” He said as he rounded the corner. “Fuckin’ Joe.” He said. He leaned down to begin picking the towels up. He turned his head to me. His eyes right between my legs. I know he could see my pussy. “Does he at least put thigs away at home?”
I just shook my head, looking at him. He looked away and stood. “Well, there’s the hamper. You can put the towel in there.”
I stood, bent over to grab the wet one I had used, and walked into the bathroom, passing him in the door way. I turned sideways, ass to him, as I slipped through. I stuck my ass out, and brushed it across his groin, feeling his bulge as I did so. I dropped the towel in the hamper.
I turned to Frank. He was staring at me. “Can you hand me my clothes? They are on the bed.” His face was red as he turned and proceeded into the room. As soon as his back was turned, I went for it. I dropped the towel. He returned and stopped as soon as he saw me. “Thanks.” I said. And I took the clothes. He stared at me. At my tits. My pussy.
“Claire, I-“ he began. I closed the door.
Fuck. I needed to cum. I heard the door slide open and then close. I thought about his cock, I thought about him pinning me in the doorway and forcing it into me. I wondered if he would try to fuck my ass. My fingers went to my clit. It didn’t take long before I was cumming.
After, I took stock of where I was. I had gone for broke. It hadn’t blown up in my face. And I felt like I knew he would cheat. I felt like he liked big tits, and I felt that he wanted me to be slutty. Maybe this would be easy.
I was wrong. The next few swim days he was noticeably absent. His wife had said that he was running errands or something like that. She never seemed bothered. I fucked myself after one day imaging he had told her and we were going to have a threesome.
The next chance would be an unexpected one.
It was Labor Day. I remember because I was off and Joe worked, taking the double time that he would get. Joe was already gone when I woke, and knowing that I would have 7 hours in the house alone had me wet thinking about who I was going to have over to fuck. I had begun to flip through my contacts when the phone rang, the caller ID showing it was Joes cell. My heart sank. He had to be telling me that he was coming home early.
“Hey, babe.” I answered, forcing a yawn.
“You just getting up?”
“Yeah. Whats up?”
“I need you to do me a favor. I need you to go into the garage and grab a tool and bring it to my dad.” He said.
I sat straight up. “Yeah I can do that.”
“Mom has the car and she’s out at my aunts. He told me not to worry about it, but hes been looking forward to this project for a while.”
“Sure!” I jumped out of bed as he talked me through the garage and the location of the tool. Once identified, I let him go, and began to plot my course of action.
He was clearly hesitant. But he couldn’t trust himself around me. He knew what the game was, he knew he would lose, and he was just trying not to play. I needed to be able to get him to the table.
Clothes would be key. It was a little cooler, too cool for shorts, but leggings would work. No panties. The top would be a little trickier. My tits are huge, H Cups. Braless wasn’t an option, but I had an ill fitting balconette that let the tops of my areolas pop out if I positioned it right. A white camisole and light black sweater completed the outfit. I checked myself out in the mirror. A quick tug on the camisole brought a hint of areola into view. Perfect.
I went out to the truck, threw the tool in the back and headed off to my in laws house. The whole ride over there I had the butterflies in my stomach that were my vice. That anticipation of something new and different. The pushing of boundaries, the taboo of the act, the risk of getting caught. All were combining to give me a high that nothing else could touch.
By the time I pulled into the gravel driveway, my pussy was aching. As I rolled to a stop, I realized I hadn’t even thought about what I was going to do. I had been so preoccupied thinking about fucking him, that I hadn’t even bothered to think about how I was going to do it.
As I got out of the truck, Frank came out from the side of the house. He was in jeans and a long-sleeved red shirt. Sawdust clung to it. He stopped when he say me, but then continued on.
“What are you doing here, Claire?” There was a tinge of anger. Good.
“Joe told me you needed this.” I went to the back and pulled out the saw.
“Yeah I told him not to worry about it.”
“Well he worried.” I passed the saw to him.
He looked me up and down. “Tell him thanks.” He said and then turned with the saw and headed back to the house.
Fuck. This wasn’t working. I watched as he turned around back. He was resisting, but I saw it in his eyes. I know that look. Seen it in plenty of men’s eyes. I pulled the black sweater off, threw it in the truck, and headed off in his footsteps.
I rounded the corner and saw him in his workshop. Formerly a detached garage, he had turned it into his hobby room a few years ago. There was a piece of wood on two stands that he was measuring. A few stools and chairs littered the perimeter of the shop. When he saw me, he stopped and sighed.
“What are you working on?” I asked.
“Claire, why are you here?”
“Im bored.” I said, biting my lip. “Joe is at work, and hes not as entertaining as he could be even when he is home.
“W-well I got a lot of stuff to do here, and I’m not going to be entertaining anyway.” He returned to measuring.
“Well, anything is better than being alone at the house.” I found one of the rocking chairs and sat in it. So far, so good, but I was running out of moves. The silences persisted for a few minutes while he measured and marked different pieces of wood. Then it hit me. I had a plan. All I had to do was wat for my opening.
It didn’t take long. After about 5 more minutes of silence, he left to go inside to get something. I took my shot. As soon as he was gone, I jumped up and headed for the pool. Flipping the cover on the control panel, I flipped the tub to on. I raced back to the shop, and I stripped off all my clothes, placing them in the chair I was sitting in. I then raced through the brisk air to the tub, where I slid in.
The water was ice cold. My nipples immediately hardened. The water coming from the jets was warm, but still, my teeth began to chatter. I prayed the water would heat up quickly.
I heard the side door open. He was heading back into the shop. It didn’t take long before he rounded the corner. I waved at him. He slowly walked over.
“Claire. What the hell are you doing?”
“Entertaining myself.” I said. I made a show of pushing my hands down to my pussy. “Since you wont, I have to find something to do.”
“This ain’t right, Claire. Theres something wrong with you.”
I smiled and closed my eyes as my fingers slipped inside me. “Mmmhm.” I moaned in agreement. “Very wrong.” I said.
He watched me finger myself. He didn’t leave. I went all in. I stood and began to walk out of the tub. The chill in the air brought my chattering teeth back. “I’m going to go into the house and Im going to be entertaining myself. If you are bored, you should follow me.” And I headed for the sliding door.
I entered, thought about the couch, but decided against getting it all wet, and went to the floor instead. I got down on all fours, ass in the air, and began to play with my pussy. I rubbed my asshole too.
I heard the door open and smiled. I had won.
I rolled over and lay on my back. He stood over me. He began to undo his jeans and I moved to my knees. “You are going to love this, Frank.” I told him.
I was eager to finally see this cock. As his jeans fell I reached up and took his boxers in my hands, I pulled them down.
It was wonderful. Bigger than either of his sons. A good 6 or 7 inches, if I have to guess, but thick. His balls hung in a sack covered in gray pubic hairs. I opened my mouth, and licked the length of his shaft, my eyes locked with his. From the tip to the base, and then back again. He began to grow. I took him into my mouth and began to suck. Using my mouth, suction, tongue, suction, tongue. He grew to an impressive level of fullness in my mouth. I pulled it out.
“Gag me, daddy.” I said before plunging down on it again. This time I felt him hit the back of my throat and the first gag began. I felt his hand on the back of my head as he held me there. Oh yes. He wanted a whore. I’d give him that.
He let me up and I pulled back, rubbing the slime covered cock on my face. “You are so much bigger than Joe.” I said.
“Shut the fuck up.” He said and he forced it back in my mouth. Another round of gaging began. When he let me up from it, I went back to his balls, letting the cock lay across my face. I licked and gently sucked each ball, and then I moved lower. He moved back. He looked at me confused. “What are you doing?”
Poor bastard. He’d never been rimmed. I smiled. I stood and undid his shirt. Once off I sucked and nibbled at his nipples as I walked him back to his chair. He fell down into it. I returned to my knees and the blow job. Building up a good supply of saliva, I worked down to his balls again, and then to under them.
It was clear he had been working, but it turned me on even more. Lower and further I pushed, my tongue searching for his ass. I could hear him moaning. I reached up and grabbed his cock. Mainly to keep him from jerking it and cumming too quick. I finally found it. I thought about how wanton and whoreish I was being. On my knees, with my tongue on my husbands fathers ass.
“Fucking hell, Claire.” He moaned. I pulled out.
“Betty doesn’t to that, does she?” I smiled.
He shook his head and stood up. It was his turn to take control. He turned me around and began kissing my neck and rubbing my tits. I felt his cock pressing into my back. He reached down and inserted a finger into my pussy. I felt him pushing me down and over. I resumed my position on my knees, my shoulders and head on the carpet.
“Fuck me daddy.” I said.
“Where?” he asked
“Anywhere you want.”
“Does he do anal?” I shook my head no, preparing for the possibility that I was about to take a pretty big cock in my ass. “Just my pussy.”
I felt the head at my ass. I reached back and spread for him. “Yessss, daddy.” He began to push in. I gasped when he first popped in. We had no lube, aside from my spit, and he was bigger than any I had been buttfucked with in a while. I let my cheeks go. The pain was reaching my threshold. I took my other hand and went to my clit, hoping to off set it.
That seemed to work. The searing pain became more bearable. “Im a whore. Im a whore. Im a whore.” I began to repeat to myself reminding myself that I wanted this. He began to slid in and out.
“Do you fuck Bettys ass, Frank?”
“Call me daddy.”
“Do you fuck Bettys ass, Daddy?”
“Not in a while.” It turned me on even more that Betty used to take dicks in her ass.
“Pull my hair daddy.” He obliged as he began to pick up speed. He had the stamina I expected from a runner, as well as the endurance.
He was pounding my ass now. My own fingers had brought me to the point of climax. I screamed as the cum took me, clinching my ass around his thick invading cock. I fully expected him to cum. But he slowed down. Not wanting to hurt me as my ass was clenching, he slowed, delaying his own satisfaction.
As soon as I subsided, we resumed the fucking. His relentless assault on my body. I couldn’t wait to have him fucking my pussy like this. “Im gonna cum, Claire.” He exclaimed.
“Do it daddy. Cum inside me.”
With a shudder he did. With each pump he moaned and shook. I couldn’t feel him cumming, but I knew it was a lot. I only felt it as he fell out of my ass. He fell next to me, catching his breath. I moved to my side and snuggled up next to him. “Good?” he asked me.
“Better than both your sons.” I smiled.
He looked at me shocked for a moment. Before he began to smile, letting his head fall back to the floor. “Wow. You are a whore. But you are an amazing fuck.”
I smiled and looked down at his cock. The cum coated it, but it didnt look bad. I leaned over and took it into my mouth. He looked at me with a mixture of lust and confusion. I felt his cock twitch a little in my mouth.
I pulled off it. “I want you to fuck my pussy next.”

When I was 19 years old and in college in Florida, I got really heavy into drugs. Mainly party drugs like coke and ecstasy, and of course plenty of weed, but on occasion other drugs as well. I was out of control and living one big party life on my parent's dime while they struggled mightily to pay for me to have the opportunity they never had and go to college. Looking back I feel like a total asshole about it now as they wanted nothing more than for me to be successful and not have to struggle...sorry, I digressed.

Anyway, since I had no money and wanted to keep up my partying lifestyle and since I was always very athletic, in shape and considered "good-looking", through one of the people I met in the party scene I ended up doing some modeling to make some extra money. Pretty low rent stuff, nothing glamorous, but a couple hundred bucks a week.

This quickly evolved into the opportunity to do some "videos". It started with just masturbation videos of me lying in bed, or on a couch or in the shower jerking off. I figured I was going to do it anyway so why not get paid for it and I was getting paid $100-200 per day that I did a shoot. I could sometimes do 3 or 4 scenes in a day. The guy running the operation said he was impressed by my "re-load" ability and also that I had just the right cock for it...I'm about 8 inches, decently thick and my dick looks perfectly formed from shaft to head and can blow pretty big loads even after only a little break in between. I knew that these were primarily for gay guys to watch but I didn't care. If someone gets off from seeing me, so fucking what. I did these for a while and then he asked one day if I'd want to do some full sex movies and photo shoots and showed me some of his portfolio and all things considered the chicks looked pretty hot and we were now talking more like $300-500 per day so I jumped right at the chance.

It was a crazy scene and pretty much everything you wanted was at your fingertips. Women and drugs galore. Parties every night after shooting. We were all in the 18-22 age bracket so it was just a no responsibility show. But as quickly as I made money it went back out the door on drugs and partying. Then one night when we were partying at the main house this director used for shooting videos, him and a couple of the other "big wigs" in their operation asked me if I would be willing to do some more hardcore shit. At first I was thinking they meant bondage, s&m type stuff, but they quickly made it clear they were talking gay action. I immediately said not a chance, I was straight and no way I could do it. They pushed the matter (and a coffee table with a big pile of blow on it) and said that all the actors in their gay shoots are straight guys because that is the look they wanted in their videos, strong masculine men, not femboys. The guys just do "gay for pay" and they also said I could make up to a $1000 per shoot depending on the circumstances. At that point my eyes lit up and I think they knew they had me. I asked them more questions and they said I could be strictly a top and receive blow jobs, that I didn't have to get fucked or suck or kiss anyone if I didn't want to. I could also do bi scenes where a female actress or two would be involved. I said, what the fuck, let's give it a try.

The next week they had scheduled me in for my first scene. I was shaking like a leaf prior to which was totally not like me. In the other stuff I had already done I was totally calm and had no issues getting naked, getting hard and fucking in front of other people. It was a one on one scene with me and another guy. I was going to be swimming naked in the pool and then get out and immediately go to the lounge chair next to the pool when the "pool guy" was going to show up to service the pool and eventually me who was masturbating while watching him clean the pool. I actually was having a difficult time getting hard which was totally not the norm for me, but he came over and began blowing me for a while and soon enough I did get fully hard. I had sunglasses on and just kept my eyes closed and picturing hot women. I put on a condom and ended up fucking him in a few different positions and then to my surprise he end up blowing his load on my chest as he was riding me, then slid off my cock, dropped back down and sucked me to completion taking my load all over his face.

I said afterward that it wasn't that bad, but I didn't think I wanted to do it again...until I got my next offer and more cash. It went on like this for a while and me just doing the fucking and getting sucked. I still was primarily doing straight shoots though. Then the director came to me with a proposal for a scene. It would be me and this girl I had done some straight scenes with and we would be a "married" couple and then another guy who was coming to our house to do some repairs. But he wanted it to be a scene where me and her completely serviced this guy. We all were going to suck and fuck each other, no holds barred type stuff. I was extremely hesitant but he offered up my biggest payday yet and it was a good chunk of money for 4-5 hours of total "work". I was so far gone into the scene at that time that I agreed and said let's do this.

The day came and again I was nervous. I did all my usual prep on my "manscaping" and where I normally do everything I can to keep myself fresh down below, this time I added the step of the diet one of the other male actors recommended and his full enema routine to completely clean me out. The worst thing on a porn set when anal is involved is having a shit accident. It came time for the scene and we were in the bedroom on a king size bed where I was fucking the girl for a while then the "repair" man came in, he joined in with me "thinking" he was just going to play jointly with my wife but then he starts licking my balls and ass and pulling out my cock from the wife's pussy and sucking on it. We go through some more motions and she is sucking him then she tells me she wants to see me suck him and this is it, the moment I took a cock in my mouth. I did what I had to do and then after he fucks her it was my turn to take his cock. I was laying on my back as she sat on my face and then he started fucking my ass. Hurt like hell but I had to put up a good front. He even made a comment that got into the video about how tight my ass was. Anyway, we finished the scene after everyone had been fucked and sucked and I went out that night with some of the other people from set and we got destroyed on drugs and booze. I was fucked up beyond belief and when I got home that night I said that was it, I was done. Absolutely no more of all of it. The drugs the porn, nothing. The next day I called up the director and said to pull me from the stuff he had me scheduled for the next week. He tried to convince me and told me what a fucking amazing job I had done the day before, but I told him I had to get out. I couldn't handle the life and really was regretting all of it. I pulled the plug that day and never looked back.

So, somehow through all of this I didn't flunk out of school. I ended up completing my degree and living out a pretty mundane, boring college life and working a bullshit part-time job in one of the offices on campus answering phones and shit. Really nobody in my "normal" life had any clue about what I had done. My parents were none the wiser about anything I did partying or whatever and were proud as could be the day they saw me get my degree. I started a job with a top consulting firm and in the decade plus since, have worked hard and progressed so much in my career that I look at the "crazy" money I was making from porn and laugh at how little it is compared to now. I am engaged to a very attractive and smart girl who is an attorney and makes plenty of money herself, but also has no clue about my prior life.

I guess my biggest fear is that one day I am going to come on here and see one of my videos front and center. I know they are out there in various places on the web, but they obviously weren't under my real name and the look I had back then was very different than it is now where I am clean cut hair, have a beard, and even back then in a bunch of the scenes I had bleached blonde hair for a while and a deep Floridian tan. I guess my real name and SSN is on file with the porn company somewhere so that could somehow get out, but generally speaking I got away free and clear without any repercussions. Crazy the journey our lives take.

Bernard's Cock

This is the confessional story of how Bernard was able to fuck whoever he wanted in class.

Bernard was timid and shy, and his thin body reflected this. However, as is often the case with such a person, he was the horniest of fuckers. Losing his virginity permeated his thoughts throughout every minute of his waking life, and when he slept, well, needless to say all his dreams had a common theme. Every morning Bernard awoke to the disappointment that the cunt he thought he'd finally been penetrating, was just another dream, and that in fact all he had achieved in doing was to make his pyjamas wet and sticky about the groin area again.

Eighteen and the closest he'd been to fucking was in his dreams. However, an unearthly gift was about to change all this.

The first time it happened, Bernard was in Math class. Sitting absentmindedly as ever, Bernard would alternate his gaze between the clock on the wall, and the view out the window. The girls were playing volleyball in the playground. He would try not to stare at them for too long, firstly so that he wasn't caught, and secondly so that he wouldn't get an erection in class. Every time one of the girls would jump to shoot, he would narrow his vision at their vest covered breasts, some were larger than others, but all gave him equal delight.

Turning his attention back to his text book, Bernard couldn't help but notice the pink thong of the girl in the desk in front of his. She was Jessica Riley, and she was the prettiest of things. Seeing her thong from behind, Bernard couldn't help but imagine what the front would look like, how she would look with nothing but the thong on, with her long brunette hair resting on her naked shoulders. How he would love to pull her thong to oneside and taste her fresh pussy, how her body would writhe under the influence of his tongue up her cunt. Bernard's breaths begin to become shorter when all at once his thoughts were suddenly broken.

Mrs Adams was standing over his desk. "Distracted by something again Bernard?", she enquired in harsh tones.
"No Mrs, sorry Mrs", fell the words out of his embarrassed red face.

Leaning forward, Mrs Adams continued to lecture Bernard on the importance of remaining focused in class and studying well. However it fell on dead ears, Bernard had already been distracted by her low cut top, draping off her shoulders, exposing first her collar bones, then her well defined cleavage. Bernard tried to retain eye contact with Mrs Adams, tried to look as if he was paying attention to her words. It was too dificult. He Intermittently nodded to simulate agreement with what she was saying, however this was merely an excuse to catch a glimpse down her blouse.

Seeing the top of her black lace bra, remembering the sight of Jessica's pink thong. Imagining Mrs Adams and Jessica naked together, rubbing each others bodies, kissing each others lips. Picturing them on their knees under his desk, pulling down his trousers, seeing their astonished faces as he reveals his gigantic cock (it wasn't). Bernard could no longer suppress the feeling in his boxers, a bead of sweat rolled down his face, and his cock all of a sudden was erect.

As instantaneously as Bernard's cock was hard, Mrs Adams speech wash frozen. He looked up awaiting the next sentence but it didn't come. He looked around, no one was moving. He looked out the window, the girls had stopped playing volleyball, frozen like statues in their sporting poses. Finally he looked back at the clock on the wall, it ticked no longer. In total shock, Bernard rose from his seat. Shaking like a leaf he reached out to touch Mrs Adams' arm. It was warm and soft, she remained totally motionless and unaffected.

The distress evident on Bernard's face slowly faded as his parted lips transformed into a wry grin. The realisation time was frozen and his cock was rock solid made Bernard overwhelmed with a strange blend of fear and joy. Building in confidence, he reached for Mrs Adams' tits, the first non-maternal pair he'd ever felt. He squeezed them with delight. In the blink of an eye he had removed her blouse, and then - not without difficulty - removed that seductive lace bra, dropped it to the floor, and almost awe struck eye-balled her large exposed tits. Those grand orbs of desire, framed and enhanced by a thin waist and slender shoulders. Bernard was beside himself.

Removing his own top, Bernard moved closer to Mrs Adams. He threw his arms around her waist tightly to feel her naked torso against his. He tasted her lips, slid his hands down her trousers and groped her firm ass cheeks. After feeling her tongue with his own one, he moved down to kiss her neck, in doing so he saw it again - over Mrs Adams' shoulder - the pink thong of Jessica Riley.

How had he forgotten about Jessy, sitting there, bent forward, frozen. He stepped away from Mrs Adam's body, approached Jessica's desk. She sat there with the end of a pencil in her mouth. How innocent she looked clearly deliberating on one of the problems from class. Bernard was transfixed by her pretty frozen face, by her soft lips teasing the end of that pencil, he couldn't resist any longer. Her head was at a perfect height, he turned it towards his crotch and dropped his trousers. He ripped off his boxers and manually opened her mouth, then - slowly yet purposefully - buried his throbbing cock in her gob. He felt her wet tongue before the back of her mouth.

His heart beating like a drum, Bernard lost all self-control. Taking hold of her head with both hands, Bernard begin thrusting in and out of her mouth. The silence in the room was broken by the sound of squelching and of Bernard's balls ricocheting off her chin. Jessica's mouth became ever fuller with spit and bile as she began to gag on Bernards cock which gave him a shock. He took his cock out her mouth to see if she had awoken. She hadn't, but moreover, she was more beautiful than ever. Frozen in time with saliva hanging between her mouth and his cock, her eye make-up a mess.

Bernard lifted Jessica out of her chair. Fortunately she stood of her own accord. Starting from the top down, Bernard unbuttoned her shirt one by one. She didn't wear a bra, and her perky budding tits were a sight to behold. Small, unassuming, fucking perfect. Her body was just as Bernard had imagined. Petite as anything, slightly tanned, soft, delicate, ripe.

Bernard continued to strip both his mannequinesque beauties completely bear. He looked around the room at all the other frozen faces, but with little inspection was sure he already had the two finest women in the room stripped naked, ready at his disposal. He pushed Mrs Adam's onto his desk face up, and positioned her body so that her head dangled off the end. With some effort and plenty of huffing and puffing, he lifted Jessica's body on top of Mrs Adams' the other way around and on all fours, so that her hairless pussy rested right above Mrs' Adams' upside down face.

Bernard stood back and admired his perfect fucking creation. Proudly he stood up to it, kissed Jessica's pretty little ass cheek (for it looked so sweet), then angled his cock down towards Mrs Adams' mouth. He secured the two bodies in place with his hands, and begin to pummel her mouth like a rabid dog fucks their favourite toy.

Once again the room was full of the sound of gagging. This time Mrs Adams' mouth squelching whilst spit spluttered out all over her face. Bernard stopped fucking her face for a moment, again admiring his creation and the mess he'd made of it.

Using his hand, he cupped up some of the saliva from his cock and Mrs Adams' messy face, and dribbled it over Jessica's ass. Bernard returned his cock to Mrs Adam's throat, burying his whole length in there as far is he could go, holding it there for a few seconds so to lube up his cock. He pulled it out again, took a firm grip of Jessica's hips, and with some force required, squeezed his cock into her asshole.

Her asshole, tight as it was, gradually parted, expended, and engulfed the head of Bernard's cock. He slid inch after inch, deeper and deeper into her shitter, and as he reached maximum penetration, she wimpered.

Again Bernard feared she had awoken. He reached forward and turned her head to face him. It was still motionless, yet now it bore an expression of discomfort. Still angling her face towards him, Bernard removed all but the head of his cock from her ass. Staring deeply into her eyes (still beautifully framed by her messed up makeup), he slammed his cock hard up her ass to the sound of flesh slapping flesh and another whimper. Certainly she was still frozen in time, but to Bernard' delight, she quietly whimpered as he continued to pound her ass.

After a few minutes of fucking Jessica's pretty little ass, he removed his cock, and spat onto her barely gaping hole. It slid over her asshole, down the ravine between her red ass cheeks towards her pussy, before dripping on Mrs Adams' face. The sight of this excited Bernard immensely, and joyfully he returned his ass stenching cock to Mrs Adams' throat.

He pounded away gleefully, alternating between the teachers gob and the students asshole, the messier Mrs Adams' face became, and the more Jessica whimpered, the more Bernard became excited. Frantically he fucked both of them until he felt a contortion in his stomach. Uncontrollably, as if possessed, he stretched Jessica's ass cheeks wide apart, found her drenched wet cunt with the head of his cock, plunged the whole thing in, and instantly erupted. With a demonic grunt, the likes of which Bernard did not know he could produce, Bernard was finished.

So that's the story of how Bernard lost his virginity (if you can call it that). After cumming (and taking a moment to watch his cum spew out of Jessica's pussy onto Mrs Adams' face) he quickly cleaned and dressed the pair, and soon as his cock was soft again, the clock ticked again. Needless to say Jessica and Mrs Adams' were might confused as to why their makeup had suddenly became a mess, why Jessica's ass was sore, and why Mrs Adams' had lost her voice. However it remained an unsolved mystery.

From that day onwards, whenever Bernard got an erection, time froze. Might this gift turn out to be a curse for our timid Bernard. Who knows? All Bernard knows, is that he had the best fucking experience of his life, one that he couldn't have even dreamed off without his magic cock.

I have a confession.
I visited my little sister at her new house because I was helping her decorate.
When she got there she was wearing this old wifebeater and jean shorts, but I couldn't take my eyes off her lovely bare feet and painted toes. She is about 4'10 and brunette with an arse and pair tits of a young woman much bigger than her...Not that I'm complaining.

We had painted 2 of the 4 walls in the guest room, when the song "Hips don't lie" by Shakira came on the radio, and she jokingly started to dance and shake her arse like Shakira. I took the opportunity to dance with her, because although she didn't know about the terrible things I wanted to do to her, we have always been close. I started out slow, running my hands down her sides, and then into her back pockets. Just feeling on that nice round arse. She had nowhere to go with my hands in the pockets, and I took a firm grip and pulled her close and brushed her hair away from her neck to kiss her there. She began to purr and she swore under her breath repeatedly (I love her potty mouth, because although she is 19 I still feel I can spank her for being naughty :P).

She just pulls away from me, looks me in the eyes for a moment, and lays on the carpet. I get down to my knees and lift her legs in order to suck on those toes and kiss her all the way up to her shorts. I slip my hands into the waistband, her stomach warm against the back of my hands, and I unbutton the shorts. I pull them hard as she allows herself to go limp, and they slide down her beautifully formed legs. I pull her Wonder Woman underwear (I remember them, because there is something about a grown women in kids pants) and chow down in Chinatown. She writhes around moaning the whole time and I hear her scratching the carpet with her nails as she tries to grab hold of something. She cums hard, and pushes my head away.

I crawl over to where she is lay curled up in the fetal position. I grab her arm and pull her back over onto her back. I didn't mean to throw her around like that but the thrill of her being so defenseless and weak excites me, so I keep going. I straddle her and put my hands around her neck. She blows me a kiss and shakes her cunt under my weight, almost like an invitation. I slip my dick in her, her tight pussy takes my breath away and I feel like I'm gonna cum almost immediately, so I just kiss her stomach and feel those perfect tits. I fuck her softly for hours while the fan stood on the chair blows through my hair. Today was a good day.

Thought I'd share since members get a kick out of this stuff. I met a married woman at a coffee shop. Total stranger, completely unexpected. We hit it off, great conversation, light flirting. Turned into a morning routine, meet, chat, flirt. It took a month to get her to the library. It's an old library. You can rent reading rooms by the hour. And it happened. She sat in the chair. I sat on a table. We took our time running fingertips over each other. She liked stroking me but wasn't into oral. I didn't press I just decided to finger her as hard as I could, while my cock was near her face. She kept stroking, I kept fingering, gently pinched a nipple and I felt her start to tremble. She lost it, squirted a bit, shook a bit, really got her good. And I kept at it, kept gently tracing my fingers and edging while she shuttered and stroked. I heard her say she doesn't normally do this, and then I felt her tongue. Stroking, edging, definitely getting sloppy while I'm still fingering her. She mumbles asking how long I can last. The mumble rolled into a soft moan. While she sucked I built her up to a second orgasm. She begged for me to go as she lost control that second time. Now she's serious. Now she's stroking and sucking and determined to get me off. As tempting as it was to use her mouth I had other plans. I let her get me right to that edge before pulling back. I could see it in her eyes, she knew, and without warning I exploded on that beautiful face. Left eye, nose, chin, forehead, thick ropes of cum and trails starting to drip on her tits. I slipped it back in, let her suck the rest out. She giggled. I'm guessing she thought that was it, thought I was done. I'm guessing her husband goes soft after a nut. I'm not her husband. I slipped off the table, sat her on it, spread her and slipped it in. I loved that look. Cum still dripping off her chin, shock that I'm now in her, no condom, just me. I pumped her hard. I buried it, made sure she got a third one in and she really went this time. Legs shaking, no control, squirted hard as I pounded her. To her credit she didn't scream, it's a library, she went quietly. I turned her around, bent her over, slipped it right back in. I made her hold her cheeks, just so I could see her ring. I gently turned her head, my cum still on her face, and that did it. Her eyes went wide as she felt the flood. It was deep, and it was a lot. She was so shocked she didn't clean up. She managed to walk past the staff and made it to the parking lot before she remembered the cum on her face. When we sat in her car I saw the trail stream down her leg. And I sent her home.

Her vanilla husband probably does a couple positions, busts, goes soft and sleeps. I just sent her over 3 times, made her suck, blew it on her face and then fucked her. Didn't even clean her up just fucked her with cum on her face.  Why... because I can.

All characters in the story are 18+

Cheryl is a 31-year-old white woman who has been dating her white boyfriend Mike for 5 years. She is 5'7", slim, toned, 125 lbs gym body, blond and blue with pale skin and perky 34B breasts. Cheryl is a hipster type of woman that is well groomed as is the style of the day.

In her youth she was a rebellious punk rocker chick resulting in her being well tattooed, starting around age 18 she got the tattoo bug and now displays a tattoo of a fox on her right forearm, flowers on her right shoulder, the entire right side of her body has a tattoo of a pin-up girl, a bird in a cage on her back, a cute little snail on her lower waist, and her favorite tattoo is a skull on the top of her right foot. She had always been a tomboy growing up and throughout her life.

Her boyfriend Mike, 35, is short and average in about every other way, he is a doctor, a wealthy doctor but he is not worldly making him gullible and naive which is something that Cheryl’s narcissistic side takes advantage of now and then. She has lied to him about stuff like how many guys she’s slept with in her life, and she has cheated on him a few times over the years.

One day she and Mike got into a fight before she went to work. Her co-worker John always flirted with her, and that night Cheryl told John that she didn’t care about Mike or their relationship anymore. That night after work, Cheryl followed John into his car and flirted with him until, with a smirk on her face, she leaned down in his seat and took his cock out of his pants. She sucked on John’s big cock for an hour, hearing her phone buzzing the whole time, knowing it was Mike trying to call her. She didn’t care at all and sucked that big hard cock until John put his hand on her head, and held her mouth down on him while he blew his entire load into her mouth. He felt how she kept sucking his dick while he was nutting, and she swallowed all his cum and ate it. When he was finished, she just sat up, wiped some cum off her lips, and looked at her phone.

She texted her boyfriend, “Hey! Stuck in traffic. Be home in a bit!”

John looked at Cheryl and said, “Why are you still with that guy?”

Cheryl said, “Because he’s got money! And because he’s dumb and won’t even realize when I go home that I just ate some other guy's cum tonight”

She went back to Mike’s apartment and just watched tv with him like nothing happened. He never found out about it.

Another time she cheated on Mike was when she was pissed off at him, and she wanted to mess around with John again after work. In the back of his car in the dark parking lot, Cheryl found out about John’s ass fetish. He told her exactly what he wanted to do to her, and she did it submissively and loved it. John had her in the backseat with her pants pulled down around her ankles and had her face down and ass up. He got behind her, spread her perky tight ass cheeks, and went down and licked her entire ass crack with his tongue. He loved the musky scent of her sweaty asshole as he pressed his nose on her puckered-up butthole and sniffed it so hard as he was jerking off his cock. This sexual attention and felt like such a dirty girl. She pressed her ass back on John’s face because she knew he liked it. That cheating episode with John ended with him licking her ass until he jacked onto her butthole. Cheryl knew all she had to do was pull her panties back up her legs, and Mike would never even find out what she did that night.

The biggest lie that Cheryl told Mike is how she doesn’t want to have any, the truth is, just not with him. It has been a big fight between the couple in the past year. Mike really wants to have a child and start a family with Cheryl but she always made excuses.

Cheryl’s boyfriends and hookups in her life have only ever been white guys. She likes to be very submissive during sex and has let many guys use her hard in the past. Right after she turned 18, she went to a college party with her friend. She got really *****, and this older guy at the party took her upstairs with him. She remembers losing her anal virginity that night as he fucked her in the ass. Then he laid her on her back, and she let him pull her head off the side of the bed, and fuck her mouth until he blew his load down her throat. But she is very turned on by race play fantasies that she keeps a secret to herself. When Mikes gone on trips for work, she will watch BLACKED RAW videos and masturbate. It brings out that rebellious girl in her, where she feels like it’s naughty, bad, and so risky to fuck a black guy like that. Just thinking about it when she masturbates turns her on, and she gets a sexual rush through her body thinking about having unprotected sex with a big black cock.

Cheryl was able to get a substitute teacher job for the very last day of the year at the local high school. One of the teachers was sick, so they called Cheryl and asked her to come in. She’s never done it before but was super excited to try it. That same Friday, Mike was leaving for a business trip, and was going to be gone for a few days. He was going to drop Cheryl off at the school in the morning, so he could go in and introduce himself and say hi to some of the teachers. Their apartment was right next to the school, so Cheryl could just walk home at the end of the day.

She wanted to look cute, but not too sexy at her job. She wore black skinny jeans that were tight on her long legs, and wrapped around her firm plump ass cheeks, showing off her big thigh gap between her legs. A white button up shirt to look professional, and black open toed high heels. Cheryl has always loved getting attention from men, and loves when guys stare at her feet when she wears her high heel shoes. That’s why she got her foot tattoo, to bring more attention to her feet.

Cheryl and Mike go into the school in the morning and introduce themselves to some of the other teachers they see. All the teachers love Cheryl, saying how she’s so pretty and sweet, and they say how Cheryl and Mike make such a cute couple.

Mike is about to leave for his trip and he says, “Bye babe. I love you! I’ll call you tonight.”

Cheryl is standing by the front door of the school, just staring down at her phone, not even caring what he says to her. She says, “Yeah I have to go.”

Cheryl arrives in her class that she’s about to teach. It’s the last day so she’s only going to make the students watch a video. The bell rings and the students come in and sit down and they see this young looking, tatted up white girl writing her name on the board.

Cheryl says, “Hello class. I kind of have a weird last name, so you can just call me Ms. D. Your teacher’s sick today so I’m the substitute, but don’t worry, you’re just watching a video!”

Trey is 18 years old, a senior, and the tallest black guy on the basketball team. Even though he’s 18, he looks older than that because of his well built body. He walks in the room and can’t believe how sexy this sub is. He is about 6’3, muscular with a toned body, and has a cock bigger than most porn stars. When his penis is soft, it hangs down 10 inches between his legs, always swinging and showing through when he wears basketball shorts or thin sweatpants. But when he’s horny and his cock gets fully erect, it's 11 inches, thick, veiny, slightly curved up, a fat mushroom tip head at the end, and a big hanging ball sack. He looks Cheryl up and down and checks her out. That sexy face, skinny tone body, that wide thigh gap showing between her legs, and those big sexy white feet in her high heels. He sees how she’s all tatted up, and it gives him the impression that she’s a bad girl and likes a little bit of pain.

He leans over to his friend next to him and says, “God damn….I wanna fuck that chick so bad bro. She looks like she’s 20 too. How the hell is she a teacher?”

His buddy Jamal, who is a 18 year old senior also, says back, “Bro I know. Young, pretty pale white girl. God damn. Ask her how old she is, I dare you.”

When Cheryl’s done giving her introduction, she asks if there’s any questions. She sees one of the black boys in the back of the class raise his hand.

She says, “I’m sorry, I don’t know any of you. What’s your name, and what’s your question?”

Trey says, “Hey Ms. D, my name's Trey. I was just wondering how old you are…”

The class laughs because it’s obvious to everyone Trey’s flirting with the new substitute. Cheryl couldn’t help but check out Trey when he stood up. He was so tall with a sexy muscular body for a boy in high school. She can tell how Trey’s staring at her that he likes her. She smiles and likes the attention, making her feel sexy in front of the whole class.

Cheryl says, “Well Trey, I am 31. I don’t feel that old, but I am”

The video starts and Trey and Jamal text on their phones back and forth during class.

Trey texts, “Damn she looks like she’s fucking 20 or something bro”

Jamal texts back later, “Bro…her numbers posted in a contact list on the school’s website.”

He texts Trey her name and the cell number that’s listed on the site. Trey quickly searches her name on Instagram and finds her open profile. He looks through all of Cheryl’s photos in the back of the class, while she’s at the teacher’s desk watching the video.

He can tell she’s a little attention ***** by the photos she posts. Tons of seductive, sexy looking selfies, and he finds a pic of her in her bathing suit, and sees even more tattoos on her body, including the full side tattoo of the pin up girl on Cheryl’s right side.

Trey texts Jamal the pic and says, “Bro, I wanna fuck this bitch so bad. Look at this shit….Tonight I’m gonna text her cell and send a video of my dick. I wanna see what she says.”

Jamal texts back, “FUCKING DO IT! haha. Do you know if she has a boyfriend?”

Trey texts, “Yeah there’s a few recent pics of her with some white guy. How much do you wanna bet though that this chick is a slut?”

The class was over and the bell rings. As Trey is getting up to walk out of the class, he’s checking out Cheryl the whole time.

He walks up to her and says, “Hey Ms. D., I gotta say you look damn good for being 31. Sexy tats too.”

Cheryl is sitting on the teachers chair with her legs crossed, and her right foot dangling in the air in front of her in her high heel shoe. She notices Trey looking down at her foot when he talks about her tattoos. She can tell by the look in his eyes that this boy is turned on by her feet, and she kinda likes it. She smirks up at him, knowing she’s teasing this boy now, all alone with just him in the classroom. She sticks her foot out a little higher and shows off her foot tattoo to him.

She says, “Yeah this is my latest one. Hurt like hell, but the pain is part of the experience.”

Cheryl gets a big grin and smile on her face showing her pearly white teeth.

She says, “I’m guessing you’re on the basketball team, since you’re like 6 '5. How old are you?”

Trey says, “I’m legal. I’m 18, but I’m way bigger than my age. I’ll see you later Ms. D.”

He makes Cheryl blush and have a big grin on her face because she likes getting hit on like that. He sees her blue eyes and cute smile, and can’t stop thinking about how bad he wants to see those blue eyes look up at him while he lays his big black cock on her face.

Before Cheryl walks home, she stops in the teachers’ lounge and gets a water. There’s an older white male teacher alone in there with her, and he checks Cheryl out. He was not attractive at all, and she did not want anything to do with him.

He walks up to her and says, “Hey….you the new substitute? I’m Mark. Hi.”

Cheryl looks at this guy with her bitch face, and just ignores him like he’s nothing. She can tell he’s some loser old white guy and doesn’t even wanna pretend to be interested in him.

Mark says, “Hey I saw you today, and was wondering if I can take you out to dinner? You’re gorgeous.”

Cheryl looks at this guy again, and kind of laughs under her breath.

She says, “Um no. I have a boyfriend. And you’re totally not my type anyways. See ya.”

Cheryl walks out of the room feeling so powerful with how she just turned down that older white guy. She thinks to herself how 5 minutes ago she was just flirting with a black boy in her class, and she wouldn’t even give that white guy a minute of her time. She laughs and walks down the hall.

Once she’s gone, Mark says to himself, “Fucking bitch…”

Cheryl leaves the school and has a smirk on her face, thinking about how she felt so young again like she was in high school when she was flirting with Trey at the end of the class. She knew if she had the chance she’d probably fuck him. She thinks about his tall muscular body, and how he’s in shape and could probably fuck for hours without getting tired. It makes her think about the BLACKED RAW videos. She always imagined herself in those videos when she masterbates to them, and she can totally imagine Trey being one of those big sexy black guys.

It’s late on that Friday night, and Cheryl’s alone in her boyfriend’s apartment. She knows Mike will probably call her to talk before he goes to sleep in his hotel room. She thinks it’s kind of funny how he still tries to call her when he’s gone on his trips. Most of the time she never answers his calls, and just makes up some lie about how she was busy and forgot. She watches tv on the sofa, and is dressed in short red booty shorts, and a black tank top that she wears to bed. Suddenly, her phone buzzes and she thinks it’s probably a text from Mike telling her good night. She opens the text and it’s an unknown number.

The text says, “Hey Ms. D. It’s Trey from school. This is what was hanging between my legs during class while I was checking you out today…”

He texts Cheryl a video of him in his room. He’s holding his hard black cock and smacking it in the palm of his hand, making loud smacking sounds with it. Cheryl can’t believe this video. She’s kind of in shock, but once the video ends, she restarts it and watches it again.

She says to herself, “Holy shit….”

She sees Trey’s long, thick black dick. Veins popping out on the shaft, thick mushroom head at the end of it, and how his cock curves up a little bit. She imagines what that would feel like, that curve, just rubbing her pussy walls deep in her.

She sits there thinking about what to do. She knows she shouldn’t be texting this boy from school, but that narcissistic, selfish side of her takes over. She thinks that Mike won’t find out. She just wants to have some fun and flirt a little bit.

Cheryl texts back, “First of all Trey, how did you get my number haha? Second, why are you sending me videos of your Big Black Cock haha?”

Trey reads Cheryl’s text and when he sees how she said Big Black Cock, he knows for sure she watches interracial porn and is probably a huge slut.

He texts back, “Don’t worry how I got your number haha. I think you’re a fucking sexy little snowbunny, and I gotta show you what I’m packing.”

He sends Cheryl another video of him swinging his big cock around while he has her Instagram photos on his computer screen.

Cheryl sees his big, long dick swinging around like it’s a black bat between his legs, smacking his thighs and chest. She sees her photos in the background and thinks how this boy went to the trouble of searching for her number and Instagram page, and that turns her on.

Wanting to flirt more with him, Cheryl texts, “Not gonna lie, that things fucking huge haha. Way bigger than my boyfriends…”

She wonders if by dropping the hint that she has a boyfriend it will make him back off. She hopes he doesn’t care. It would be a huge turn on for her if Trey wanted her to cheat. Her pussy starts to get wet in her tight booty shorts as she feels the adrenaline rush from the thought of cheating.

Trey texts, “I saw those pics of you and your white boyfriend. I bet he’s got a tiny dick haha. Nothing compared to my 11 inches.”

Cheryl read 11 inches and is impressed, but she acts like a tease to Trey and and says, “No way you’re 11 inches haha”

Trey texts back, “Oh yeah haha? I bet it's bigger than that cute white face of yours Ms. D. I bet if I lay my cock on your face, my balls would be on your chin, and the tip of my dick would be above your hair haha”

Cheryl reads how he described laying his big black cock on her face, and it turns her on imaging that. She bites her lower lip because she’s so turned on right now.

She still likes being a little tease to him, and texts, “Yeah right haha. It ain’t that big hehe”

Trey can tell by how she’s still flirting with him and texting back and forth like this that he can break this bitch down and fuck her.

He texts back, “Let me prove it to you. What’s you doing tonight…?”

Things are getting a little more serious now, but Cheryl still wants more. She’s biting her lip, smiling, while she’s flirting with this black boy from school.

She texts, “I’m just chilling alone tonight at my boyfriend’s apartment watching tv….”

Trey is stroking his cock while looking at her pics, and texting back and forth. Looking at a pic of her from her Instagram where she’s in a short dress and high heels. He’s slowly working his cock head, staring at her, and thinking about how bad he wants to get her pregnant. That horny animalistic instinct in him takes over, and makes him want to breed this sexy pale white teacher so bad.

He texts back, “Give me your address Ms. D. Let me come over and prove it to you…. Do it.”

Cheryl reads that text and sits there for a few minutes just thinking. She is so turned on right now flirting with this black boy, and wants to just say fuck it and do this. She also thinks about what if she gets caught. What if Mike finds out somehow, or people at the school find out. She bites her lower lip, smiling, and just says fuck it. She texts Trey her address.

Trey texts back, “I’m leaving right now.”

Once Cheryl reads that text, she can’t believe this is really happening. She has so much adrenaline running through her body, but she’s so turned on right now too. She runs to the bedroom and strips naked, and just puts on a short yellow dress that comes to her upper thighs. No panties, no bra, and she’s barefoot. She checks out herself in the mirror, and puts some eyeliner on. She sees how sexy she looks in her short dress, and she knows when she doesn’t put any panties on that she’s gonna fuck this boy.

She looks at herself in the mirror and smirks, and she says, “You bad girl.”

She has thoughts of BLACKED RAW videos when she looks at herself in the mirror, thinking about what she’s gonna do tonight.

A short amount of time goes by, and Cheryl opens the door when Trey arrives. They look at each other with a little smirk on each other’s faces.

Trey says, “Hey Ms. D.”

Cheryl responds with just, “Hey…”, but she’s got a big grin on her face as Trey walks in her boyfriend’s apartment and she locks the door.

She’s almost twice this boy's age, but now that she’s not in her high heels, she’s so short compared to this huge, tall black boy. Trey came over wearing thin sweat pants and a tank top. He’s not even wearing boxers because he knew there’s no point, he was probably going to fuck this chick. And he didn’t bother to bring a condom either.

Now that Trey is actually here for real, Cheryl gets a little nervous, and part of her is thinking to herself if she should really do this.

She says, “So, do you wanna like sit and watch tv or something?”

She sits on the sofa in the living room, but Trey doesn’t sit. He slowly walks up to Cheryl as she’s sitting there, and he stands in front of her, looking down at her. He loves that she’s barefoot. He looks at her big, skinny white sexy feet and knows that they would give him an amazing foot job. That gorgeous sexy white face looking up makes him think about how bad he wants to fuck her brains out.

Trey looks down at Cheryl and says, “So what? You think I’m lying about my size Ms. D?”

Trey is grabbing his cock through his sweatpants while looking at her.

Cheryl’s whole body is buzzing with adrenaline, and she knows if she does this, there’s no going back.

That rebellious girl in her makes her think to herself, *Fuck it. Just do it. I bet I can get away with it haha*

She leans her head back and stares at the ceiling, biting her lower lip. Trey watches her and knows he’s breaking this slut down. Cheryl looks back up at Trey with a smirk on her face and looks down at his hand grabbing his cock through his shorts in front of her.

She leans forward on the sofa and says in a teasing way, “Yea Trey, I don’t think it’s really that big.”

Seeing that sexy little smirk on Cheryl’s face when she says that turns him on so much. It makes Trey’s cock throb, making a tent in his sweatpants with an outline of his huge cock.

He says, “Pull those pants down then Cheryl…I know you wanna be a bad girl with me tonight. Do it.”

Trey grabs his phone out of his pocket, and Cheryl slowly and seductively tugs on his sweatpants, pulling them down, until they fall to the floor. She sits on the edge of the sofa while Trey stands in front of her face, and his hard black cock springs up in the air, free out of his pants. Cheryl’s so close to him, his dick hits her chin when it flips up. She leans her head back a little and sees his big black cock throbbing and bouncing in the air all by itself because he’s so horny.

Cheryl stares at that big black penis right in her face, then looks up and Trey with a face like *Oh Shit….*

Trey reach’s out and runs his fingers through Cheryl’s blonde hair. She feels him grab her hair and pulls her head back to look up at the ceiling.

He says, “I’m about to prove I’m fucking right, Cheryl.”

He pulls Cheryl’s head to him and lays his big heavy black cock on her face. His long ball sack hangs under her chin, and his black meat lays on top of her mouth and nose, going up between her eyes. She looks up at Trey with his black cock on her face. She feels the warmth from his penis on her skin, how it flexes, and throbs on her face. And that sweaty, musky smell of his cock and balls fills her nose.

Trey points his phone down at Cheryl and snaps a photo. The photo shows his dick laying on her face. His balls on her chin, and the tip of his cock hanging over top of her forehead. Her blue eyes looked up at the camera when he took it, and it even shows her tattoos showing on her shoulder, arm, and foot in the photo.

Cheryl pulls her face back and says, “Hey, I didn’t say you could take that pic, mister.”

She says it playfully, but she’s kind of serious too because she doesn’t want to get caught. She knows that if anyone saw it at the school, they’d be able to recognize it’s her from her tattoos.

She says, “Don’t show that to anyone, ok? I’m serious.”

Trey just says, “Mmmhmmm.”

He reaches and pulls her head back to his cock. He grabs the base of his penis, and gently smacks that heavy black cock on her face playfully. It’s so big and heavy, Cheryl closes her eyes as she gets her face smacked by that cock.

Trey says, “I told you I was fucking right. I knew my cock was bigger than your cute fucking face.”

Cheryl pulls her head away again, looks up at him with a smirk and says, “I knew it was this big from your videos you bad boy. Maybe I was just teasing you, and wanted to get this beautiful black penis over to my place.”

Trey grabs her head and pulls it back to his cock and says, “Get that face over here.”

Trey holds her head and starts rubbing his cock up and down on her face, and then he pushes her nose and mouth down to his big ball sack. Cheryl feels a little humiliated right now, being treated like she’s his bitch, but at the same time she’s so turned on by this. Mike is nothing like this. His skinny little white dick is 3 inches hard. He doesn’t have the cock to pleasure her, and he doesn’t take control during sex like she needs and wants as a woman.

While Trey is rubbing his big sweaty cock on her face, he feels the cold hair from Cheryl’s nostrils sniff his ball sack. He hears her do it too.

He says, “Oh you nasty little hoe. Sniff those fucking balls.”

That sweaty, musky cock smell is so manly and turns Cheryl on, and she hears how horny he sounds when he says that. She smirks knowing she’s turning him on. Trey grabs the end of his dick and rubs his cock head above her head, as Cheryl is under his big cock, sniffing his balls. She opens her mouth and Trey feels Cheryl put one of his balls in her mouth and starts sucking on it. He works his cock head in his hand while looking down at her sucking on his nut. She gently pulls her head back until his nut pops out of her mouth. She looks up at with that cute smile of hers.

Trey says, “Wash those fucking balls with your mouth, hoe.”

Cheryl is so turned on by being submissive like this, and she licks all over his hanging ball sack. She puts the other nut in her mouth and sucks on it. Cheryl is tasting his sweaty, salty balls, and is not disgusted by it at all.
Trey wants to see her cute face with his cock in her mouth, so he says, “Open your mouth”.

Cheryl looks up at him and opens her mouth ready to suck on his big beautiful black penis. He bends his dick down and puts the head of his cock in Cheryl’s mouth, and she closes those lips around it and starts sucking. She loves the feeling of sucking on a big hard cock. It is like a stress reliever for Cheryl to feel a big hard penis in her mouth, and suck on it like a baby sucking her bottle. That’s why she cheated on Mike a few years ago and sucked her coworkers dick in his car.

Trey takes his shirt off, while she grabs his thick penis with both of her little white hands, all while keeping the cock head in her mouth. It’s so long and thick she can grab it with both of her hands and stroke the shaft as she sucks on the tip. Trey just stands there looking down at this sexy white hoe twisting her hands on his shaft as she’s sucking hard on the cock head. She’s good at sucking cock, and even sticks the tip of her tongue in his slit on his cock head. She can taste his precum from his hole as she teasingly flicks her tongue.

He leans his head back, staring at the ceiling, and says, “Ooooohhh shiiiiiiiiitttt. Fuuuuck yeeaaa bitch. Good girl.”

His cock is rock hard and fully erected after her teasing his slit like that. It drove him wild, and he wants to fuck her mouth so bad, and see how much she can swallow.

Trey says, “Hands down…”.

Cheryl puts her hands down by her side on the sofa, still with the tip of his penis in her mouth. Trey runs both of his hands through her silky blonde hair and grips it tight. Then he pulls her mouth down as he pushes his cock in her mouth. It’s so thick and big, it fills her mouth up and hits the back of her tongue, trying to go into her throat. He hits her gag reflex, and she coughs, gagging on his cock that’s trying to go down her throat. Cheryl instinctively reaches her hands up to his cock to try to pull it out of her mouth.

Trey just says, “Hands down, bitch.”

Cheryl puts her hands back down to her side like she’s his slave.

He gets a tighter grip on her hair and starts fucking her mouth with his big dick. Pulling her mouth down on his cock while he’s thrusting his hips into her head. His black dick is so long, when it’s hitting her throat and can’t go down, his cock is bending as he’s trying to push it further. He knows his cock is too big for her throat, but he loves how wet and tight her mouth feels, and he just does it a little longer. Hearing the wet gurgling noises Cheryl makes, when he goes just a little bit too far, and she coughs with his dick in her mouth. He pulls his cock out and it’s covered in spit and drool. A string of spit is connecting her lips to his cock, as it's throbbing in the air in front of her face. She looks up at Trey and her eyes are watery from her gag reflex.

Trey is so horny now with his wet cock twitching in the air, he says, “Take that dress off. Show me that white pussy.”

Cheryl wipes the spit off her lips and chin. She is so horny she doesn’t even think about Mike at all as she lifts her dress up and pulls it off her. She sits back on the sofa and puts both of her feet up on the edge of the seat. She spreads her feet apart and opens her legs, showing Trey her bald wet pussy.

Trey sees more tattoos she has on her pale skin, and it turns him on even more. That huge pin up girl tattoo on her side, and he sees her perky, tiny little titties on her chest. Her tits are so cute and not saggy at all. She has hard pink nipples poking out on her tits like little pink erasers. Cheryl sits on the sofa, biting her lower lip in anticipation, looking up at Trey. He stands there, looking at her body as he strokes his big cock.

Trey gets down on his knees on the floor in front of her and sees her pussy up close. Cheryl’s so horny and aroused that her pussy lips are so thick and puffy. Her body is making her labia lips get big like that to protect her vagina during sex. Cheryl has her legs spread apart, and it makes her pussy spread open like a flower, ******** the wet, pink tender flesh inside her white pussy. Her clit sticking out at the top, and her vaginal hole so small and ******* to Trey. He can tell her pussy is gonna be a tight grip on his cock.

Trey leans down and puts his big wet lips on her pussy. He licks it from her vaginal hole, all the way up to her clit in one big wet lick with his tongue. That one big wet lick makes Cheryl moan. He loves the smell and taste of this white pussy, and does sloppy wet licks all over it. Then he puts his big lips over her clit, slurping on that erected little sensitive button of hers.

When Trey sucks on her clit like that, Cheryl’s head falls back in the seat. She stares at the ceiling, moaning, and breathing heavy. His wet mouth is sucking on her entire pussy and it’s driving her wild. Then suddenly Trey pulls her ass out to the very edge of the sofa and pushes her legs back onto her. Cheryl’s legs are bent at the knees, with her feet over her head. She reaches up and grabs her toes to hold her legs back. This makes her stick her ass out even more. Trey goes lower and presses his big wet tongue on her asshole and swirls all around it, then presses his lips on her butthole, kissing it. Cheryl looks down between her legs, and just sees Trey’s upper head.

She says, “Ohhhh shiiiiitt…”

She holds onto her feet above her head and her toes curl up in her fingers. Cheryl hasn’t gotten her ass eaten out like this since she let her coworker do it to her that one night. Mike thinks ass play is gross, but Cheryl loves it.

Trey does another big wet lick from her asshole, all the way to her clit. Then gets back down to make out with that tight, puckered up little butthole. He knows she’s a dirty girl that likes her ass eaten.

Trey pulls his head away and they’re both so horny now.

Trey looks right into Cheryl’s eyes and says, “I wanna cum in this white pussy so bad. You’re so fucking sexy Cheryl. Are you on birth control?”

Cheryl wants to fuck so bad now, even with all the consequences that could happen from it. She thinks that even if she did get pregnant from tonight, the fuck session that she’s about to receive from that huge cock will be worth it.

She feels so submissive and sexy with him, she smiles and says, “No I’m not…”

Trey stands up and lifts Cheryl to her feet. He picks her up and puts her over his shoulder. Her head hangs off the back of him, and her ass and legs are in front of him. She’s so petite and light he picks her up easily. He carries her like she’s a trophy that he won, and now he gets to do whatever he wants with her. He starts walking down the hallway to the bedroom he sees. Cheryl’s feelings and thoughts about Mike and any consequences are all out of her head now. She’s so turned on by this dominant masculine black boy that she wants to fuck him so bad. She doesn’t care about getting fucked on the same bed that her boyfriend is gonna sleep in when he comes back.

Trey drops her on the bed, and she bounces on it. Cheryl is laying on her back, while Trey stands next to the edge of the bed. He grabs her hips and pulls her ass to the edge. He grabs under her knees and pushes her legs back on her, and tells her to hold them. He sees that fat wet pussy spread open between her legs under him, and he spits on his hand and rubs it on the head of his black cock.

Cheryl’s gonna learn that dirty talk turns Trey a lot during sex. He rubs the tip of his thick cock between her fat wet pussy lips, teasing her.

Trey says, “You want me to fuck this white pussy? Huh? You want me to beat this pussy up with my big dick?”

Cheryl holds her legs back as she lays on the bed. There’s no hesitation now in her response. She’s horny and she’s had race play fantasies for so long, and she’s wanted to say this for years.

She says, “I want you to fuck me with your big black cock and cum inside me.”

Hearing her say that in her cute little voice drives Trey wild. He thinks how this slut doesn’t care if she gets pregnant, and how that’s so fucking hot. He pushes the fat tip of his penis in her vaginal hole, and he feels it stretch around his thick cock. His dick slides in her wet tight pussy, and Cheryl lays her head back on the bed, staring straight up.

She says, “Oooooohhhh yesssssss. I wanna feel it deep inside me.”

Now that his cocks in her pussy, he grabs both of her ankles and holds her legs open in the air. Feeling that tight pussy grip on his dick, he just overpowers her and makes her pussy keep stretching out. Working his hips back and forth, he fucks her and his black cock is already getting soaked in her pussy juice.

He loves seeing her big white feet up in the air as she gets fucked. He finally sees the soles of her feet and they’re so sexy. She has long, skinny feet with a big sexy arch on them. Long skinny toes, and the soles of her feet are clean, with pink and pale skin tones on her soles. He holds her ankles and brings one of her feet up to his face as he fucks her. He presses her toes on his nose and sniffs her toes, then licks all over the soft, smooth sole and arch of her foot. Then he puts those toes in his mouth and sucks on them as he looks down at her as she gets fucked. He gets so turned on by her feet it makes his cock rock hard. It feels like a thick pole is fucking her pussy.

He says, “Sexy fucking feet, MMMMMmmmm”.

He switches legs and pulls the other foot up to his face. He’s so horny now he buries his nose underneath her long skinny white toes, and he starts sniffing her foot so hard while he fucks her. He sniffs her foot and feels her toes curling up on his face. It turns him so much he almost nuts, and has to stop for a few seconds.

He pulls her foot away and holds her legs open, and leans down over top of her as he fucks her. Bucking his hips, doing a nice hard rhythm with his cock strokes. Her pussy is deeper than her mouth, and he’s going balls deep. Feeling how much looser her pussy feels now, he knows he’s working it out. Her pussy is so wet, and he’s stuffing it full of dick, and it’s making loud, wet queef sounds because his cocks pushes all the air out of her pussy. He’s leaning over her, looking down at her gorgeous face, watching it contort as she gets fucked by him. She screams and he feels her pussy clamp down on his dick as he makes her cum. Her hands push on his chest, trying to signal him to slow down after her orgasm, but he fucks right through her orgasm and keeps making her take that dick.

He hears Cheryl’s cute little whimpers as he’s smashing her pussy, and seeing her face and those noises she’s making almost makes him cum again.

He pulls his cock out and stops and says, “Fuck, you almost made me nut”

Trey is leaning down over top of Cheryl, and she pulls his face to hers and starts making out with him. They shove their tongues in each other’s mouths, and kiss passionately. Cheryl uses one of her hands and grabs his big wet cock that’s throbbing in the air above her pussy.

She slowly strokes it and says, “You want to get me pregnant, don’t you bad boy?”

Hearing this older white teacher say that drives Trey wild.

Trey says, “Fuck yes, you sexy little bitch. You want me to fuck a baby in you? What would your boyfriend think about that?”

Cheryl has an evil little grin on her face and says, “I’ll just lie to him for 9 months and say it’s his. I bet I could make up some lie and tell him I was r*ped by a black guy and don’t remember anything.”

Trey gets so turned on by how naughty this white girl is. She knows that she’s sexy and she can manipulate men and get whatever she wants. From rich guys giving her money, to alpha male men with big cocks giving her the sex that she needs. Trey wants to use and abuse this white slut and make her have his black baby.

He flips her over on the bed. She’s lying flat on her stomach in the prone position, and Trey sees that big pale white ass, and her bird tattoo on her upper back. This is the breeding position because he can fuck her hard and make himself nut.

Cheryl lays on the bed, her body shiny wet from the sweat on her. She’s never had sex like this, and she loves it. Trey looks down at her and sees this vulnerable white slut, and his cock is throbbing. He climbs on her back and uses his feet to push her legs apart on the bed and keep them spread open. He grabs Mike's pillow on the bed and puts it under Cheryl’s stomach so her back arches a little and her ass sticks up.

Trey rubs his cock on her pussy again, leans down by Cheryl’s head and says, “I’m gonna cum in this white pussy.”

Cheryl’s only thought is fucking him, and nothing else.

She says, “I want your cum in me, Trey…”

Hearing her say that drives him wild, and he slides his cock back in her fuck hole and puts his hands on the bed like he’s in a push up position. He combines thrusting his hips with his cock, and slamming his body weight down on her that makes this position a deeper, harder fuck. Slamming his cock in her pussy, smashing her, so his balls are smacking her clit. She grips the bed sheets and whimpers as she takes his 11 inch penis deep in her pussy.

In this new position, Cheryl can feel the curve in his penis digging in and rubbing her wet, ribbed vaginal walls deep inside of her. It makes her toes curl up in the bed sheets, and she bites the pillow by her head.

Trey is making horny animalistic groans and grunts as he fucks, because it feels so good for him when he can pound her deep and hard like he wants.

He keeps slamming his body weight down into her ass, and says, “Take that dick, you fucking bitch. Take that dick.”

He feels his big hot load getting built up, and he grabs Cheryl’s hair into a ponytail in one hand, and he pulls her head back. Cheryl’s head gets yanked back and he rides her hard. Trey looks next to the bed and sees a photo of her and Mike. Trey thinks about how he’s fucking this white guy’s girl behind his back and he’s gonna get her pregnant probably. That gets him so close to cumming, thinking about what he’s doing to her.

Trey’s fucking Cheryl hard and says in a loud voice, “You want me to breed this white pussy, hoe? Huh? Say it! Say you want to be a baby mama!”

Cheryl is so caught up in the moment too and doesn’t hesitate at all and says, “MMMMmmmm fuuuuck yessss Trey…. Mmmm cum in my pussy. I wanna have your babies!”

Trey’s load is built up in the tip of his cock, and he was edging himself while she said that. He pounds Cheryl’s pussy a few more times, then feels his hot cum about to explode.

He says, “I’m gonna fucking cum!”

Trey grunts and moans like an animal as his black cock starts squirting out heavy thick wads of his nut into Cheryl’s pussy. He keeps his dick balls deep, and she can feel it inside of her body as it is squirting out and splashing against her cervix at the end of her pussy. Trey had a pent up load, and it’s about 10 big squirts until he milked it all out of his cock. He keeps his cock inside of Cheryl as he’s over top of her, holding her down on the bed. Letting the orgasmic tingling rush run through his body from head to toe.

Cheryl lays there exhausted, with her head laying on the bed. She’s out of breath too, laying there looking at the pictures of her and Mike on the dresser.

She breathes heavily and says, “Oh my god…. wow…. You fucked my brains out, Trey.”

Trey pulls out of her and his dicks getting soft, but it’s still a big, long cock that swings between his legs. His black penis is covered in white creamy cum from both of them. He stands up next to the bed and Cheryl rolls over on her back, still trying to catch her breath. He just looks her over head to toe, thinking about how sexy she looks. She’s hot and sweaty laying on the bed, and he can see all of her tattoos all over her body. He looks at her long skinny legs laying on the bed, her big feet hanging off the side, and he looks at her flat stomach and imagines her with a big pregnant belly.

He says, “That felt so fucking good. I blew so hard in you.”

Cheryl lifts her head up off the bed and looks at Trey and says, “Yeah I know, I could fucking feel your cum hitting my cervix.”

She gets up off the bed and slowly stands up, because her legs are still weak and wobbly.

She says, “I’m gonna take a quick shower. You can get something to drink and watch tv if you want.”

Cheryl walks by Trey on her way to the bathroom, and when she’s next to him, Trey spanks her big white ass with his hand.

Trey says, “Sexy fucking ass.”

Cheryl’s pale white booty jiggles, and she looks back over her shoulder to Trey and smirks at him as she walks to the bathroom.

She gets in the bathroom and looks at herself in the mirror. Her hair is messed up, and she has the typical look of a girl that just got fucked. Her body is still buzzing with adrenaline as she thinks again about what she did tonight. It was the best sex of her life. She was so turned on, finally acting out her race play fantasies in bed. It turned her on so much to say to him while he fucked her that she wanted to have his babies. But now that the rush is gone, she gets a little worried about actually getting pregnant.

She just tells herself in her head, *Ok…I’m gonna get my period in 2 weeks, it’ll be fine. It’ll be ok.*

She gets out of the shower and walks out in her towel to the living room, but doesn’t see Trey anywhere.

She looks around, then grabs her cell phone and texts Trey, “Hey…Thanks for saying goodbye I guess….”

She realizes that he just left and ghosted her.

Trey knew he was leaving to go to an out of state college in one week. He knew when he left the apartment that he would never see her again, and he doesn’t even care if she gets pregnant. He won’t have to worry about it. To him, Cheryl was just a sexy white bitch that he wanted to fuck and cum in her like he marked his territory, and he knows he’s going to do the same thing with tons of younger girls at the college he’s going to.

Cheryl sits on the same sofa from earlier and is a little depressed. She feels so used right now, and it pisses her off that she was the one that got taken advantage of. Her phone buzzes, and she picks it up to look at what Trey responded back with. It’s a message from Mike. She just ignores his message and sits there thinking about what she just did. With a little smirk on her face, she bites her lower lip thinking about how much of a adrenaline rush this was. It was the best sex of her life, and a rush of excitement knowing it was wrong and risky, and she kind of wanted more.

She texts Mike back saying, "Hey I'm going out for a bit, I have to go get something..."

She got dressed and went out to the store to buy a Plan B pill, because she didn't want to risk getting pregnant and caught.

I was at a shopping centre a few months back, and we were by the food places. I was out with 5 male friends, we were eating lunch togther.

Opposite to us, about 30 metres I see this pretty blond girl. She's sitting at a tall but immovable table and stool, but they are exceptionally high. The table is about 5ft high, the chairs are about 4ft high.

Anyway, I see this girl fidgeting around, and she's completely oblivious to the fact that her legs are parted. She's swinging her feet back and forth and giggeling, all this time I can see straight up her skirt.

I didn't want to look because I knew it was too perverted, but at the same time I couldn't help it. I especially didn't want to get caught or say anything to my friends that I was with, because she certainly wasn't "age appropriate".

Nevertheless I couldn't help but look at this girl. She wore an average length skirt, ugg boots, with pink thigh high socks with love hearts on them. She was wearing white panties that might have been a bit big for her because they were creased up and she was trying to rearrange them to get comfortable. She was oblviouse to the fact that people could see what she was doing, as she put her hand underneath her skirt and pulled at the croutch. For a few moments, I got a slight glimpse of her hairless pussy as she scratched momentarily, and then she pulled her panties into a more comfortable position.

This isn't a fantasy, this actually happened. Obviously I didn't do anything, I was just in "the right place at the right time". This only happened once, and it was about 6 months ago.

If you realised the age of this girl... You really would say "disgusting". I'd rather she was 10 years older... But she just wasn't. Surely there's no harm in looking, when she doesn't know she's showing and you had no influence on the event at all. It's not like I influence what she did at all.

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16 heures pile ; Élodie entra dans le vieil immeuble, le cœur serré. Il ne fallait pas qu’elle se rate ; ces saletés d’intraveineuses lui portaient peine, et justement ce nouveau patient en attendait une. Elle en tremblait presque ; elle finissait ses études d’infirmière et, à presque 21 ans, espérait décrocher son diplôme.

Depuis trois jours, elle était en stage dans un centre de soins, son dernier stage, primordial, de fin d’études. Les jours précédents s’étaient mal passés ; elle avait travaillé en doublon dans le centre avec une vieille infirmière hargneuse, elle était trop anxieuse, l’ambiance était mauvaise, en plus. Alors elle rentrait chez elle et pleurait sur l’épaule de son mari. Éric n’avait pas de travail ; il déprimait car il ne trouvait rien (serveur en restaurant), sauf de petits boulots au noir ; et il devait consoler sa jeune femme quand elle craquait.

Étant stagiaire, elle n’avait pas le droit de pratiquer seule, pas encore. L’infirmière qu’elle devait seconder s’était blessée ce matin, et sa responsable – une pète-sec qui l’avait dans le collimateur depuis son arrivée – lui avait dit de faire la visite seule et de ne pas faire de vagues. C’était la première fois qu’elle sortait du centre et travaillait seule, alors c’était l’angoisse.

Pas facile, quand on est en stage de probation, de rester calme, polie, de réussir tous les actes médicaux prescrits. Elle tremblait un peu en sonnant à la porte, sa sacoche à la main. Un homme a ouvert, l’air revêche. Elle a reculé en le voyant : un visage patibulaire sur un corps imposant qui emplissait tout le cadre de la porte.

— Bonjour, je suis l’infirmière, je viens pour la première injection.

— Ouais ! Putain, ils envoient des gamines maintenant ! Enfin, entre, petite.

— Merci, Monsieur.

L’appartement sentait le renfermé alors qu’on était fin mai et qu’il faisait un temps superbe. Il l’a conduite dans un séjour miteux, encombré de linge sale, d’assiettes, verres, cartons à pizza, cannettes et bouteilles de bière. Un taudis, ou pas loin. Il s’est assis en soupirant dans un vieux fauteuil, le seul à n’être pas encombré. Elodie a fait un peu de place sur la table pour préparer la seringue puis s’est tournée vers lui. Il avait autour de 50 ans sûrement, sale, négligé ; il portait un marcel blanc à trous d’une propreté douteuse sur un bermuda à fleurs, d’où dépassaient ses membres épais et couverts d’une épaisse forêt de poils noirs. Un gorille.

Fébrilement, elle a désinfecté, posé un garrot en caoutchouc, et cherché une veine. Pas évident, même après avoir allumé le lustre. La fébrilité la gagnait ; il ne fallait pas qu’elle se loupe : la pète-sec n’attendait que ça pour la virer et soigner son rapport, ce qui serait désastreux pour l’obtention du diplôme. En désespoir de cause, elle examina le poignet et le dos de la main : trop velu ! Elle se résigna à piquer au pli du coude, et évidemment traversa la veine, provoquant un hématome. De plus en plus gros quand elle retira l’aiguille et enleva le garrot.

— Pardon, Monsieur, je l’ai ratée ; je vais la faire au bras droit.

— Et voilà, on envoie des gamines faire les piqûres, elles sont pas foutues de faire leur boulot ! Je vais appeler ton service et me plaindre.

— Je vous en prie, ne faites pas ça, ils vont me saquer. C’était pas facile à faire, avec tous ces poils…

— Dis que c’est ma faute, en plus ! Te gêne pas surtout ! Tu vas comprendre, je vais t’assaisonner !

Élodie pleurnichait, sa seringue à la main. La cata ! C’était un stage qui avait mal commencé, et maintenant…

— S’il vous plaît, laissez-moi vous faire la piqûre, je ferai attention, je vous promets.

— Moi, je vais faire des photos de mon bras et obtenir une incapacité de travail ; ensuite, je l’enverrai à ton patron.

En pleurnichant, elle a tant bien que mal réussi l’injection, puis a remballé son matériel, décomposée, prête à craquer. En plus, elle sentait que le regard de l’homme avait changé : il la reluquait d’un œil obscène. Quand elle s’est tournée vers lui pour lui dire au revoir, elle a vu que ses yeux quittaient ses fesses pour se fixer sur sa poitrine qui gonflait son chemisier blanc. Malgré tout, elle a tendu sa main, pour l’amadouer, en tentant un pauvre sourire. Il l’a saisie dans sa grande patte velue, les yeux rivés sur sa poitrine, ne paraissant pas vouloir la lâcher.

— Tu reviens demain à la même heure ; je veux que ce soit toi qui me suives à partir de maintenant. Et arrange-toi pour réussir tes piqûres. Mon dossier de plainte sera prêt à être envoyé, je te le montrerai. Après, je veux que tu fasses le ménage chez moi, sinon il part. Fous le camp.

Elle est partie en pleurant ; le quart d’heure de trajet en voiture jusque chez elle ne l’a pas calmée. Éric, son mari, l’a reçue dans ses bras où elle a sangloté de plus belle. D’une voix cassée, elle lui a raconté ses déboires et la proposition de son patient.

— Il veut que tu fasses son ménage ? C’est tout ? Ce n’est pas cher payé s’il abandonne son idée, tu sais. Je peux aller lui parler pour qu’il comprenne qu’on est déjà dans la panade. Il te paiera, en plus, si tu travailles chez lui.

— Tu verrais comment il est, Éric, il est sale, répugnant, et il est vieux !

— Ma chérie, calme-toi, il ne va pas te violer, quand même.

— C’est pas ça, mais il me regardait d’un œil si vicieux, j’ai eu honte. J’étais en jupe et chemisier, il me déshabillait du regard, le gros porc.

— Il a quel âge, cet homme ?

— Je ne sais pas, ce n’est pas sur mon dossier ici, mais 50 ans, à peu près…

— Ma chérie, toi qui m’as dit que tu fantasmais sur les vieux…

— Ce n’est pas le moment de plaisanter avec ça, tu sais !

— Tu as une petite culotte ? Montre ça…

— Non ! Fiche-moi la paix, bon sang ! Je suis complètement sur les rotules à cause de notre situation, et toi, tout ce que tu trouves à faire…

— Oui, en effet ! Tu as l’occasion de réaliser ton fantasme de faire l’amour avec un homme plus âgé, en même temps que tu l’empêches de te nuire, alors réfléchis un peu.

— Tu crois ce que tu dis ? C’est du chantage, et tu veux faire de moi une pute !

— C’est ce que je dis en effet, tes fantasmes de prostitution et de l’homme âgé, tu les as depuis longtemps, on en a parlé souvent. Et puis tu exagères, tu n’as pas à te prostituer, seulement à faire le ménage, en petite tenue sûrement.

— Je ne sais plus, tu crois qu’on est coincés ? J’ai complètement raté l’intraveineuse, je vais être virée.

— Non, chérie, on peut pas se le permettre… Tu es mouillée, dis donc !

— Arrête, Éric, c’est tes histoires. Je t’ai juré fidélité, on est mariés depuis un an. Et puis tu verrais ce type, il est répugnant, velu comme un singe… Oh ! Arrête !

Il avait soulevé la jupe et, les deux mains dans sa petite culotte, il pétrissait ses jolies fesses ; son corps réagissait, elle réalisait qu’elle mouillait abondamment. Dans la chambre, il lui enleva juste sa culotte à l’entrejambe poisseuse et la pénétra dès qu’il eut sorti sa verge de son pantalon baissé sur ses cuisses. Il était si excité qu’il s’est vidé très vite, trop vite, laissant Élodie sur sa faim. La nuit, elle eut du mal à trouver le sommeil, repensant à sa journée pourrie, à ce qu’avait dit son mari. C’était horrible : il acceptait qu’elle se donne à un inconnu ; en plus il était répugnant, cet homme.

Vieux, velu, sale. Tout du gros dégueulasse ! Elle avait glissé une main sous sa chemise de nuit, et posé la main sur son pubis, caressant les fins poils soyeux qui le recouvraient, constatant avec surprise qu’elle était toute mouillée. Elle pensa à cet homme ; il était énorme, un gorille, elle si menue, blondinette, à côté de lui, dans ses bras, sous lui qui la pénétrait… Elle secoua la tête. « Rêver de ça, faut que tu sois en manque, ma pauvre fille. »

Il faut dire que son mariage avec Éric n’avait pas tenu toutes ses promesses. Déjà elle s’était plus ou moins fâchée avec ses parents qui ne l’aimaient pas, Éric avait perdu son travail depuis trois mois et ne trouvait pas, mais Élodie avait bien vu qu’il avait refusé des postes ; il lui faisait l’amour moins souvent, fantasmant plus qu’il n’agissait.

Éric était plutôt fluet, pas très grand ni très gros, 1,69 m et 62 kg, brun aux yeux marrons, le corps lisse quasiment sans poil, un peu efféminé. Ce qui avait plu à Élodie, c’était sa douceur, son calme. Avant de se rendre compte que c’était en fait de la mollesse, un manque de caractère. Alors qu’elle avait été attirée, dans son adolescence, par les hommes mûrs et virils.

Élodie était une belle jeune femme blonde, élégante, d’une taille de 1,66 m pour 50 kg, fine et sportive, avec une jolie poitrine bien pleine qui attirait les regards masculins. Quand elle faisait son footing, presque tous les matins, en petit short et brassière assortie, les hommes la suivaient des yeux avec convoitise.

Et voilà où elle en était, frustrée, insatisfaite dans sa vie amoureuse, stressée et malmenée dans sa vie professionnelle. Comment allait-elle pouvoir se sortir de ce mauvais pas avec son patient ? La politique de l’autruche semblait la pire des solutions. Elle s’endormit enfin pour une courte nuit de sommeil.

Sa journée se passa comme dans le brouillard, elle était insensible aux piques des collègues comme aux remarques désobligeantes de la responsable. Juste avant de partir chez le patient, à 15 h 30, elle alla se rafraîchir le visage dans les toilettes, et s’examina dans le grand miroir sur la porte.

Ce matin, elle avait mis une petite jupe brun sombre de coupe droite qui laissait voir ses genoux, un chemisier crème, portés sur un tanga blanc à dentelle et un soutien-gorge assorti, et elle avait choisi des escarpins à talons hauts de 7 cm, à peine confortables mais d’une couleur crème assortie au chemisier.

C’est le visage empourpré qu’elle sonna à la porte, qui s’ouvrit immédiatement ; il devait l’avoir vue arriver.

— C’est bien, tu es à l’heure. Sinon j’aurais dû te punir. Entre.

— Bonjour, Monsieur. Pour le courrier, vous avez réfléchi ? Je vous en prie.

— J’ai même un certificat médical : mon médecin m’a affirmé que tu seras radiée de l’ordre des infirmières ; en tout cas, ta carrière sera finie avant de commencer.

— Ne faites pas ça, s’il vous plaît, je ferai tout ce que vous voudrez, je vous le promets…

— Tu as dit « tout » ? Tu m’intéresses, là. Et tu me fais la promesse ?

— Oui, je vous promets de faire tout ce que vous voulez. Je ne peux pas finir mes études comme ça, ce n’est pas possible !

— Et tu feras tout pendant combien de temps ?

— Euh… Ce soir ?

— Non, ce n’est pas suffisant. J’ai des soins sur 10 jours, donc jusqu’à leur fin ; c’est à prendre ou à laisser.

— Bon, d’accord, je n’ai pas le choix.

— Bon ; pour commencer, tu vas me faire la piqûre en sous-vêtements.

Élodie a baissé la tête sans répondre, sachant qu’elle était coincée. Elle déboutonna lentement son chemisier et le posa sur un dossier de chaise, dégrafa le côté de sa jupe qu’elle enjamba et plaça sur le chemisier. Les joues rouges, elle s’affaira pour préparer l’injection, évitant le regard goguenard de l’homme. Dans cette situation éprouvante pour ses nerfs, elle réussit la piqûre à la perfection. Pour la féliciter, il lui empoigna les fesses à deux mains en baissant sa culotte, et la tira contre lui, lui léchant le torse d’une langue baveuse.

— Tu préfèrerais pas l’avoir dans ta chatte, ma grosse langue ? Viens avec moi, ma petite salope.

Il la fit entrer dans une chambre où régnait un désordre indescriptible : lit défait, vêtements entassés, sales ou non, verres, cannettes, bouteilles.

— Allez, enlève ta culotte, puis sur le lit ; et écarte les cuisses pour bibi… Putain, une vraie blonde avec une petite touffe ! Demain, je veux que tu sois épilée ; plus un seul poil sur la motte, tu entends ?

— Mais, je ne… Et mon mari, comment je vais lui expliquer ?

— Je m’en fous : t’auras qu’à lui dire que c’est pour lui que tu l’as fait. Putain, tu es mouillée, grosse salope, t’as envie que je te lèche la chatte ! J’y crois pas.

Il avait plongé en avant et sa langue épaisse a commencé à glisser sur la fente rose et humide ; Élodie a soupiré, son corps en manque tremblait et se tendait, et ce fut pire quand il aspira dans sa bouche les lèvres intimes dans un bruit obscène. Elle poussa un cri en jouissant, surprise par le trop-plein d’émotions dû à son état de manque. Il se releva, satisfait, et exhiba une verge épaisse, noueuse et sentant mauvais, un mélange de sperme, sueur et urine ; il la guida entre les lèvres intimes trempées et poussa, s’enfonçant facilement malgré son diamètre.

Élodie ne songea même pas à s’y opposer. Submergée par ses émotions, elle noua ses jambes fines autour du torse de son amant, réalisant qu’elle ne se rappelait même plus de son nom ni de son prénom. Elle serra les dents quand l’homme commença à se retirer pour plonger dans son vagin peu habitué à un pareil engin. Le gros ventre l’écrasait sur le lit défait ; il devait peser le double de son mari, et sa verge, ma foi, était bien raide, épaisse et longue.

Il souleva son soutien-gorge pour empoigner ses seins, les tordant et faisant saillir les mamelons turgescents, tout en la prenant de plus en plus fort ; elle entendit un gémissement continu avant de réaliser qu’il sortait de sa gorge, et lorsqu’il se planta profondément pour éjaculer, elle jouit à nouveau.

Quand elle reprit ses esprits, quelques secondes plus tard, il pesait sur elle, sa verge toujours aussi raide profondément plantée dans son vagin. Elle plissa le nez une nouvelle fois à cause de son odeur et tenta de le repousser sur le côté.

— Alors, petite puce, le gros Franck t’a fait grimper aux rideaux ? Tu as aimé, ma salope : tu couinais comme une truie quand je te ramonais. Allez, je te laisse ; on remettra le couvert dans un moment. Va travailler un peu !

Élodie put enfin se lever ; elle constata que son vagin dégorgeait son trop-plein de sperme sur le drap sale. C’est toute nue qu’elle fit le ménage ; en premier, elle remplit trois grands sacs poubelle avec tous les déchets qui jonchaient le séjour et la cuisine. Elle dut les sortir sur le palier avant de lancer une lessive de vêtements et sous-vêtements souillés, puis vaisselle. Elle travailla trois heures sans relâche sous le regard concupiscent de Franck, assis nu dans un fauteuil, qui lui mettait la main aux fesses, voire plongeait des doigts dans son vagin.

À sa honte, elle n’était pas insensible à ses attouchements ; ses mamelons étaient durs et tendus, et quand il se leva, la verge gonflée, violacée, couverte de semence séchée, elle s’approcha de lui, tête baissée. Il la toisa en ricanant, se masturba en caressant ses grosses couilles velues.

— Alors, petite chienne, tu as envie de te faire baiser ? On dirait que tu n’attends que ça. Avec ta gueule de sainte-nitouche, tu trompes bien ton monde. Si tu veux ma bite, tu n’as que le demander.

— S’il vous plaît…

— Quoi ? Tu la veux, ma grosse bite ? Dis-le, merde !

— Oui, prenez-moi, je vous en prie…

— Caresse ta moule, fourre des doigts dans ta chatte, salope, écarte bien… Voilà, c’est bien, tu n’es qu’une chienne en chaleur.

Il la poussa contre le fauteuil et la pénétra aussitôt jusqu’à la garde ; elle était trempée et brûlante. Franck la besognait méthodiquement ; sa grosse bite trapue remplissait bien le vagin serré d’Élodie qui haletait, les mains crispées sur les accoudoirs, projetée en avant à chaque poussée. Elle jouit alors qu’il grognait et accélérait la cadence ; elle le sentit se vider en elle, remplissant sa matrice de semence épaisse.

— Allez, à genoux, nettoie ma bite, salope, vite !

— Pas ça, s’il vous plaît, c’est sale.

— Tu veux ma main dans la gueule ? C’est ta mouille et mon sperme, tu va tout bien nettoyer avec ta langue ! À genoux ! Bien, tu vois, tu t’y mets…

Surmontant son dégoût, Élodie a commencé à passer sa langue sur la verge gluante, songeant qu’elle avait toujours refusé ça à son mari. Malgré l’odeur d’urine et de négligé, elle finit par gober le gland et aspirer le sexe flasque et le nettoyer soigneusement. Gauche, elle se releva et regarda Franck, incertaine sur la conduite à tenir.

— Je voudrais me doucher, maintenant.

— Tu feras ça chez toi. Il est quelle heure ? 20 heures 10 ? Allez, fous le camp ; pas la peine de mettre de culotte demain, ni de soutif d’ailleurs.

— D’accord.

Il lui donna une petite gifle sèche. Pas très douloureuse, mais humiliante.

— Tu m’appelleras « Monsieur ». Compris ?

— Oui, Monsieur.

— Fous le camp. Et demain, sois à l’heure.

Élodie est rentrée chez elle au radar ; son mari lui a ouvert la porte et l’a examinée de la tête aux pieds. Consciente d’être sale, couverte de sueur, les cuisses poisseuses de semence, elle le poussa pour se précipiter dans la salle d’eau où elle s’enferma. La douche lui remit les idées en place en même temps qu’elle nettoya son corps. Quand elle sortit, enveloppée dans une grande serviette de bain, Éric l’attendait ; elle refusa d’aller se blottir dans ses bras et ils restèrent debout l’un en face de l’autre, comme des étrangers.

— Élodie, ça va ? J’étais inquiet ; ça s’est bien passé ?

— À ton avis ?

— Il t’a violée ? C’est ça ? Il faut porter plainte…

— Tais-toi ! Non, il ne m’a pas violée. Il m’a baisée, deux fois, et je l’ai laissé faire.

Éric la regardait d’un air apitoyé, et en même temps il bandait, de penser que sa jolie femme s’était fait prendre par un étranger. Il s’approcha d’elle tendrement et elle le laissa poser ses mains sur ses épaules et les masser.

— Tu as faim ? J’ai fait une quiche lorraine, avec de la salade…

— D’accord.

— Après, je te ferai un massage pour te déstresser, tes muscles sont tendus.

— Et puis il faut que je sois épilée entièrement.

— Entièrement ? Bon.

Élodie alla manger, songeuse. Elle savait que sa vie de couple avait pris un tournant irréversible. Éric n’était plus son partenaire sexuel unique ; il ne la satisfaisait pas, alors que Franck, cet homme grossier et sale, l’avait fait jouir plusieurs fois. Elle ne comprenait toujours pas pourquoi, d’ailleurs ; il l’avait menacée, giflée, et malgré tout elle avait réagi à ses attouchements, s’était offerte sans pudeur ; il l’avait pénétrée avec son gros sexe, l’écrasant de sa masse, l’avait besognée rudement. En y repensant, Élodie était troublée, son ventre était tout chose.

Après le repas, Éric l’a conduite sur la table de massage qu’ils avaient achetée d’occasion un an plus tôt. Sans rien dire, Élodie dénoua sa serviette et l’étendit sur la table avant de s’allonger sur le ventre, les bras le long du corps. Éric commença à verser un peu d’huile camphrée sur son dos ; il aimait la masser, mais cela arrivait trop rarement à son goût. Il commença par le haut et les épaules pour finir par les mollets et la plante des pieds, puis demanda à Élodie de passer sur le dos. Il vit tout de suite que ses bouts de seins roses étaient gonflés et durs.

Il attaqua cette fois par le bas, et s’arrêta à hauteur du pubis, couvert d’une fine toison blonde et bouclée.

— Je vais chercher l’épilateur électrique ? C’est le plus pratique pour ce que tu veux.

— D’accord, mais va doucement : c’est un peu douloureux.

Éric acquiesça, tout excité ; il épila donc soigneusement la vulve, jusqu’au périnée et entre les fesses, avant de faire les aisselles. Quand Élodie se souleva, elle examina son pubis bombé et complètement lisse, un peu rouge. Éric massa ensuite le pubis irrité, mais Élodie le repoussa quand il tenta des caresses trop poussées.

— Arrête, je suis fatiguée. Je vais me coucher.

— D’accord, ma chérie, je comprends, ne t’inquiète pas.

Élodie, épuisée, s’endormit très vite alors qu’Éric tournait dans le lit, obsédé par des images de sa femme faisant l’amour avec un autre homme, jouissant sous ses assauts. Il se masturba dans le noir sans parvenir à éjaculer. Le lendemain matin, Élodie partit sans faire de bruit car son mari dormait encore. A 16 heures, elle était chez Franck, qui lui ouvrit, pas rasé, sale et empestant la bière, vêtu en tout et pour tout d’un caleçon froissé.

— Bonjour, Monsieur.

— Entre, petite salope. Et enlève ta robe. Bien, tu m’as obéi, tu n’a rien dessous, comme une bonne petite pute. Et tu es épilée. Tu fais encore plus pute comme ça.

— Vous n’aimez pas ?

— Si, tu auras ton jus de couilles, ne t’en fais pas.

Élodie réussit à peu près sa piqûre, puis Franck la fit agenouiller devant lui. Il extirpa sa verge noueuse et se fit sucer ; comme Élodie n’était pas habituée à cette pratique, il lui donna des indications en l’insultant.

— Pauvre connasse, pas foutue de sucer ! Allez, avale, et pompe vraiment, nom de Dieu ! Je sens rien, remue ta langue ; une pute de chantier est plus douée que toi ! Allez, encore, force un peu, ça va passer. Et dégueule pas sinon je te le fais lécher. Lève-toi maintenant, je vais te baiser la chatte, ma salope ; tu as intérêt à remuer le cul.

Il la prit contre le fauteuil, elle était trempée ; voyant ça, il claqua ses fesses jusqu’à les voir rougir, puis il la tira contre lui et la souleva, bien plantée sur son mandrin, et se laissa retomber sur le fauteuil. Et il la fit monter et descendre ; Élodie gémissait, les yeux clos. La verge épaisse remplissait son vagin alors que Franck avait empoigné ses deux seins et les pétrissait, pinçant les bouts jusqu’à la faire pousser un petit cri. Ce fut cela qui la fit jouir soudain, tremblant de tous ses membres, et s’écroulant sur Franck.

Lequel se leva, la tenant toujours empalée à fond, pour aller à pas lourds dans la chambre et la poser à genoux devant le lit. La tête sur une couverture sale, elle ne bougea pas, se cambrant même pour qu’il puisse s’enfoncer mieux ; il la pilonna plusieurs minutes, ruisselant de sueur sur elle, avant de se vider en épaisses saccades qui la firent jouir à nouveau. Lorsqu’il la libéra, elle s’agenouilla d’elle-même et nettoya la verge gluante d’une langue agile.

— Je peux faire le ménage, Monsieur ?

— Oui, mais demain je te mettrai un collier de chienne, pour que tu te rappelles ce que tu es. Et ce soir, tu bosses ici jusqu’à 9 heures.

Élodie se nettoya l’entrejambe avec une grosse éponge avant d’attaquer par la cuisine, qu’elle nettoya à fond, rangeant toute la vaisselle propre avant de s’occuper de la chambre de Franck, où elle remplit deux sacs poubelle de déchets, faisant une lessive des draps, puis de vêtements. Elle nettoya entrée, couloir et séjour à un rythme soutenu, s’habituant à travailler nue sous les yeux de son employeur.

Mais elle avait à peine refait le lit qu’il la culbuta dessus et la prit sauvagement en levrette, se retirant régulièrement pour se faire sucer avant de revenir la pilonner de toutes ses forces. Quand il a senti qu’il allait éjaculer, il a fait mettre Élodie à genoux devant lui et a joui dans sa bouche ouverte, l’obligeant à avaler avant de lécher sa hampe dressée. Il la tira alors derrière lui pour la pousser sur le palier, nue et le visage maculé de sperme. Avant de lui jeter sa robe et sa mallette de soins.

— Demain, tu te mets à poil ici avant de sonner.

— D’accord ; à demain, Monsieur.

— Et demain, je t’enculerai ; tu es pucelle du cul, je parie.

— Oh non, pas ça, s’il vous plaît !

— Ta gueule ! À demain ; t’auras qu’à te lubrifier avant de venir !

Élodie rentra chez elle, fourbue et sale ; elle bouscula presque Éric pour se ruer sous la douche ; la soirée passa dans le brouillard, elle refusa de discuter avec son mari, refusa qu’il la touche et se tourna dans son coin pour dormir. Elle pensa longtemps à ce qui l’attendait le lendemain, en rêva aussi car elle se réveilla avec le minou tout humide. Elle passa sa journée en mode automatique, consciente de sa non-implication, d’exécuter les tâches confiées sans y mettre de cœur.

Arrivée sur le palier de l’appartement, elle se déshabilla rapidement et sonna, tête baissée. Il n’ouvrit pas tout de suite, la faisant patienter plusieurs minutes, angoissée à l’idée de voir passer un voisin. Il ouvrit enfin, toujours aussi sale ; il était torse nu, velu comme un singe, portant juste un slip autrefois blanc. Il la fit entrer sans un mot, lui laissa faire sa piqûre avant de lui donner une bonne gifle. Elle recula, les larmes aux yeux, ne comprenant pas.

— Pardon, Monsieur. Je vous ai fait mal ? Je suis désolée.

— Ta gueule. Tu as le cul propre ? Tu es lubrifiée ?

— Oui, un peu…

— Alors je vais t’enculer pour t’apprendre à réussir tes piqûres ; va sur le lit, à genoux, le cul vers la porte, écarte tes fesses que je puisse viser, penche-toi, la tête sur le lit…

Mortifiée, Élodie obéissait, consciente que son corps la trahissait encore une fois ; sauf que cette fois, Frank en avait après son anus, vierge encore car elle s’était toujours refusée à la sodomie. Alors elle était anxieuse, d’autant que Franck était pourvu d’un engin épais qui risquait de la déchirer. Il commença par enfoncer un doigt ; elle se crispa et il donna une bonne claque avec son autre main.

— Tu es serrée, tellement tu as la trouille ! C’est que mon doigt, alors tu te laisses faire !

Il fit lentement jouer le doigt, entrant et sortant, avant de forcer le passage avec un deuxième, arrachant un gémissement à Élodie, consciente de la posture obscène qu’elle avait. Un froid dans ses reins : il versait du lubrifiant dans la raie des fesses, le faisant pénétrer avec ses doigts dans l’orifice convoité. Il travailla patiemment l’anus, jusqu’à glisser trois gros doigts joints jusqu’à la jointure avant de présenter sa queue raide.

— Ne te crispe pas, ma salope, tu auras mal sinon. Je vais te défoncer le fion de toute manière… Là !

— Oh ! Mon Dieu, non, c’est trop gros… Oh !

— C’est rentré, alors ta gueule !

Élodie serrait les dents ; les larmes sillonnaient ses joues alors que l’épais mandrin s’enfonçait en elle, dévastant son anus distendu, la bonne lubrification permettant de coulisser parfaitement. Franck était aux anges, bien serré dans les entrailles chaudes et accueillantes ; il donna de violents coups de boutoir qui arrachèrent de nouvelles larmes à Élodie, qui tomba en avant mais resta bien cambrée, écrasée sous la masse de Franck. Ses 50 kilos avaient disparu sous les 115 kilos de Franck qui la besognait avec rudesse, lui faisant sentir chaque centimètre de son engin.

À sa surprise, elle sentait son bassin qui se tendait pour aller au devant de la queue bien raide ; elle commença à geindre, accompagnant chaque ruée d’un cri de gorge. Elle sentit monter la jouissance alors qu’il accélérait en poussant des grognements bestiaux, l’insultant et lui bavant dans le cou ; quand il se planta en elle, tétanisé, et se vida dans ses reins, elle cria et jouit à son tour. Il resta vautré sur elle un long moment, soufflant comme un phoque et inondant Élodie de sueur.

— Alors, ma petite salope, tu aimes ça, te faire défoncer la rondelle ; je me sors que tu puisses travailler un peu. Tout à l’heure, je t’en remettrai une dose dans le cul. Mais d’abord, ton collier de chienne, j’allais oublier…

Élodie travailla en continu jusqu’à 19 heures avec un large collier de cuir noir pour tout vêtement. Elle nettoya à nouveau cuisine et séjour, et cette fois s’aventura dans deux chambres qu’elle n’avait pas encore ouvertes ; Franck lui expliqua que c’étaient les chambres de ses deux fils qui revenaient le lendemain.

— Tu as intérêt à faire ça bien ; ils sont pas marrants, mes deux salopards : ils te dresseront, c’est moi qui te le dis ! Et avec une petite pute comme toi, je crois que ça va leur plaire. Je pense qu’ils partiront moins souvent faire des conneries.

— Mais… Je ne sais pas… Ce n’étais pas prévu, avec vos fils, je ne savais pas…

— Eh bien maintenant, c’est prévu ! Tu leur serviras de vide-couilles comme pour moi. Ça te pose un problème ? J’ai toujours le dossier sous le coude.

Élodie baissa la tête, matée. Plus que huit jours à obéir. Il lui fallait tenir, échapper à cet homme répugnant et réussir à décrocher son diplôme. Après, tout s’arrangerait, son couple repartirait du bon pied… Elle y croyait de moins en moins ; elle se voyait comme une balle lancée dans une pente de plus en plus forte, incapable de remonter, appelée à chuter toujours plus. Elle rentra chez elle et n’adressa pas la parole à son mari ; elle se doucha, mangea et se coucha, épuisée, pour sombrer dans un sommeil sans rêves.

Le lendemain après-midi, avant de partir chez Franck, elle prit un laxatif et se fit un lavement, puis une fois bien nettoyée injecta du lubrifiant dans son anus. Arrivée devant la porte, elle trouva le collier posé par terre ; elle se déshabilla vite et se fixa le collier avant de sonner. Quand la porte s’ouvrit, elle poussa un petit cri car ce n’était pas Franck, mais un homme nu. Un des fils, bien sûr, se rappela Élodie. La vingtaine, plus grand que son père et moins gros. Nu comme un ver ; Élodie eut son regard attiré malgré elle sur sa virilité ; à moitié bandée, c’était une colonne de chair violacée qui pendait sur des testicules velus.

Elle eut le temps de se dire qu’il était aussi velu que son père quand il la tira contre lui et l’embrassa sur la bouche, les mains empoignant ses fesses et les pétrissant. Elle réalisa qu’elle était trempée quand il la souleva un peu pour planter son dard épais dans sa chatte, la laissant s’empaler d’elle-même. Elle défaillit sous l’assaut soudain. Elle se faisait prendre sur le palier par un homme qu’elle n’avait jamais vu, dont elle ne connaissait même pas le nom ! Et ce fut pire encore quand elle sentit contre ses fesses ce qui ne pouvait qu’être une autre verge bandée.

— Non, pas comme ça, s’il vous plaît ! Pas ici, pas sur le palier… Ah ! Non, j’ai mal, c’est trop gros ! Vous allez me déchirer, par pitié…

Évidemment, les deux hommes restaient sourds à ses supplications et la pauvre Élodie subissait sa première double pénétration. Ils la soulevaient par les hanches et la laissaient retomber, s’empalant jusqu’à la garde sur les deux gros mandrins ; elle poussait un cri de gorge à chaque fois mais ne protestait plus ; elle avait croisé ses mains sur la nuque de l’homme qui emplissait son vagin. Qui la força à le lâcher en se reculant et en s’extrayant du vagin ; avant qu’elle comprenne, il lui allongea deux gifles violentes en aller-retour.

Craintive, les larmes ruisselant sur ses joues marquées, Élodie commença à sangloter, douloureusement consciente de sa position. Ils étaient toujours sur le palier, nus, elle était empalée sur un épieu de chair qui lui distendait le fondement, ses pieds ne touchant pas le sol, le dos collé à son pourfendeur ; et elle venait de prendre deux fortes gifles. Elle leva les mains pour se protéger, mais le regard méchant de l’homme l’en dissuada. Elle lui adressa un regard implorant et il rit cruellement.

— Alors, petite salope, tu es bien le garage à bites dont avait parlé mon père ! Tu aimes ça ? Réponds !

— Oui, j’aime ça…

— Tu as envie que je revienne ?

— Oui…

— Alors, demande, petite pute, demande-moi !

— Oui, revenez, s’il vous plaît ! Prenez-moi, je vous en prie.

Il l’embrocha d’une poussée ; son vagin était trempé et brûlant, et elle jouit aussitôt en criant sans retenue. Une porte s’entrouvrit et se referma aussitôt. Toute honte bue, Élodie se donnait sans pudeur en gémissant, éperonnée dans son ventre et dans ses reins, les seins rudement empoignés et tordus. Le premier qui éjacula dans ses reins entraîna la jouissance du second, puis ils reposèrent Élodie qui avait du mal à tenir sur ses jambes tremblantes. Elle put enfin entrer et refermer la porte sur elle en soupirant. Ils étaient déjà partis dans leurs chambres, et Franck, assis dans son fauteuil, regardait Élodie d’un air goguenard.

— Alors, comment tu as trouvé mes fils ?

— J’ai été surprise, Monsieur. Ils sont… vigoureux.

Elle put enfin faire son injection à Franck, sans trembler, mais troublée de sentir ses orifices se vider peu à peu de semence sur l’intérieur de ses cuisses. Elle put enfin se nettoyer, mais Franck l’appela aussitôt.

— Viens, salope ; suce-moi bien avant que je t’encule ; Tu dois avoir le trou bien préparé avec ce que mes fils t’ont mis !

— Oui Monsieur.

Élodie, à genoux entre les cuisses épaisses, commença à administrer une fellation ; bien sûr, il râla et l’insulta sans arrêt car elle n’arrivait pas à prendre le gland aussi profondément qu’il le voulait ; mais il était satisfait dans la mesure où elle mettait du cœur à l’ouvrage, le pompant et le cajolant du mieux qu’elle pouvait. Quand il la repoussa pour ensuite la disposer à sa guise, elle se cambra impudiquement et il la sodomisa sans effort, lui arrachant tout de même un cri étranglé. Il la pilonna brutalement, la ployant en arrière en tirant ses cheveux à deux mains, mais il fut satisfait en la sentant jouir sous ses assauts pourtant féroces.

Et ensuite, elle le nettoya soigneusement de sa langue, le regardant avec un air soumis qui lui arracha un rictus satisfait. En parfaite fée du logis, elle lava la vaisselle, rangea, repassa même du linge, ce jusqu’au moment où les deux fils surgirent de leurs chambres et l’entraînèrent avec eux pour reprendre leurs activités sexuelles. Elle cria quand ils la jetèrent sur le lit, mais elle resta allongée, offerte, comprenant qu’elle allait passer à la casserole et qu’elle n’y gagnerait rien à se rebeller. Elle tourna la tête vers eux et n’en crut pas ses yeux : ils étaient nus, leurs virilités dressées, lourdes et menaçantes ; mais ce qui la choqua, c’était les ceintures de cuir qu’ils tenaient bien serrées dans leur main droite.

— S’il vous plaît, je ferai ce que vous voulez ; ne me battez pas, je vous en prie…

— On va attendrir ton petit cul, c’est ça qu’on veut. Alors tu mords le drap et tu la fermes ; va pas rameuter les voisins !

— Sinon, on te prend dans un bois, et là on te cogne jusqu’à ce que tu sois complètement pelée du cul. C’est ça que tu veux ?

— Non, s’il vous plaît, pas ça… Je vais essayer…

Domptée, Élodie baissa la tête et mordit dans le drap qu’elle saisit et serra à deux mains, offrant ses fesses aux deux brutes. Au premier coup, elle gémit ; au dixième, elle sanglota ; au vingtième, elle était dans un état second, au-delà de la souffrance. Ses fesses étaient durement marquées, couvertes de stries entre le rouge et le brun. Le sang ne coulait pas, mais les marques allaient rester plusieurs jours. Puis ils la sodomisèrent à tour de rôle, se relayant dans son anus dilacéré ; ils se délectaient de ses gémissements, de ses râles, guettant la montée du plaisir chez Élodie.

À un moment, ses sanglots et sa souffrance s’étaient changés en plaintes puis en gémissements de plaisir qu’elle essayait de ravaler pour masquer sa honte de jouir dans ces conditions. Mais rien n’y faisait : son corps la trahissait, elle aimait être traitée comme la dernière des traînées, avilie et prise de force. Ils jouèrent longtemps avec elle, la faisant jouir quand ils le décidaient, rien qu’en la sodomisant sans finesse. Quand ils sortaient de son anus béant, elle les suppliait de revenir, de la prendre encore plus fort.

Plus tard, épuisée, repue, elle alla voir Frank qui regardait la télé en buvant une bière. Elle s’agenouilla devant lui, nue et souillée.

— Monsieur, j’ai compris ce que je suis. Je vous supplie de m’accepter chez vous et de me garder ; je serai votre soumise, je ferai ce que vous voudrez.

— Tu seras ma vide-couilles et celle de mes fils ?

— Oui.

— Et celle de qui je voudrai ?

— Oui.

— Je savais que tu n’étais qu’une petite pute ! Bien ! Tu vas rentrer chez toi, prendre tes habits les plus sexys ; le reste, tu laisses. Et tu reviens ici ; tu as une heure. Je vois que mes fils ont bien marqué ton cul. À ton retour, je m’occuperai de tes gros seins : tu vas déguster.

Auteure : Petite Julie

I confess, I fucked a secretary in our company. Sylvia is a smoking hot cougar. She has an incredible body for a woman her age and takes very good care of herself. She never had any kids, so I guess that makes it easier. She also has a very classy yet sexy way of dressing for work everyday.

She is as sweet as can be. Always smiling, eager to be helpful in any way she can. One of those positive spirits that, coupled with her stunning looks, makes you want to fuck her. And yes, I have masturbated in the men's room a time or two because looking at Sylvia got me so horny.

We have worked in the same company for 10 years, so we know each other pretty well and are quite comfortable with each other. Our interactions were always professional. I said "were".

I heard from other guys in the office that Sylvia is a crazy flirt. She was never flirtatious with me, maybe because I am one of the big bosses. And because sexual harassment lawsuits are so common, I have never wanted to cross the line into unprofessionalism.

Well, I decided I'd experiment a little. I started to compliment Sylvia whenever she came into my office with something. I had to sign expense accounts and she often prepared them for the sales guys, so her visits to my office were almost daily, though very brief.

I'd say things like, "You look amazing today.", or "That is a stunning blouse you are wearing." or "I love those glasses." and "That hair style looks great on you."

She loved the compliments so much she started walking in and asking, "How do you like this shirt?" or "What do you think of this neckless?" Eventually, her questions got to "Do you think this is sexy?" and "Do you think this is hot looking?"

Then one day she took those daily exchanges to a whole new level. As she was walking out of my office, she turns her head, looking over her shoulder at me with her hand on her hip and asks, "Does my ass look good in these pants? I'm not wearing any panties." I just about dropped my teeth. She walked out with a devilish grin on her face.

From that day forward, she started to get more bold in her approach to me. A few days later she is wearing a white, button down shirt that is sheer enough that you can see she is wearing a lacy bra. She walks into my office, puts the expense reports in front of me on my desk and asks if I can sign them right away, as she waits. I, of course, comply.

As I'm looking over them, she leans over placing her hands on my desk and asks, "Do you like my neckless?"

I look up, and her neckless is hanging perfectly in front of the cleavage between her breasts and I can see right down her blouse at those magnificent tits. I smile ear to ear and nod gleefully. She asks, "Do you like anything else that you see?" All I can say is, "Oh yes." She then says, "I wore this shirt just for you today. The lacy bra is a little extra I threw in for your viewing pleasure." I can't stop smiling. I can feel my face getting beet red. She then turns and walks out with that devilish grin on her face again.

Later that day, I have to leave the building for a meeting. As I step out of my office she says, "Are you leaving for the day?" I tell her yes and she follows me to the elevator. When the elevator door opens, it is empty and the two of us step in. When the doors close, she turns and plants a passionate, lingering kiss on my lips. The door to the elevator opens and she exits saying, "Have a nice day." with that devilish grin again. I am blown away and she is all I can think about for the rest of the day and night.

I'm an early bird and always get to the office by 6 am, way before anyone else does. It's my most productive time of the day before others start arriving by 7:30 am and fills up by 9:00 am. Everybody in the office knows my routine.

The morning after the elevator kiss, I'm in by 6 am as usual. About 6:15, I hear the unusual sound of another person entering the office. I hear the elevator bell. I hear the sound of footsteps on the hard lobby floor. I could hear some shuffling at a cubicle common to one arriving for work. I note that it is unusual so early but keep working at my computer that faces away from my door.

The next thing I hear is "Good Morning" in the sweetest, seductive tone. It is Sylvia at my office door. I turn around in utter shock. There she stands in my doorway wearing one of those wrap around dresses that is propped open by her hand on her hip as she leans on the doorway with her opposite shoulder. It was the most seductive, sexy pose. She is wearing the sexiest lace bra and panties. Her tits are huge. I am speechless.

Without saying a word, she walks in, closes my door, turns off the light, walks behind my desk, spins me around in my office chair, kneels down in front of me and starts undoing my belt and pants. By this time, my cock is rock hard. As soon as she pulls it out of my pants, she goes down on me. Once soaked in her spit, she draws back, unsnaps her bra at the clip between her tits, and starts giving me a titty fuck while looking up at me.

No words have been spoken. The only sound is heavy breathing and moans. Once done with the titty fuck, she stands, turns around facing away from me, lifts her dress to expose her ass, reaches around to pull her panties to the side, and lowers herself down on to my cock.

The sensation of her pussy fucking my cock was amazing. I've never seen a woman get so wet. My cock is quickly covered with her creamy wetness. I can't believe this is happening to me.

I whisper, "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum." She quickly stands up, turns around, drops to her knees in front of me, looks into my eyes and says, "Cum in my mouth." Down she goes and boom, I explode in her mouth.

She took every drop of cum and kept sucking until I was drained. When it was clear I was finished and my cock already starting to soften, she stands up, straightens up her panties and bra, quickly closes the wrap around dress as if nothing had just happened, looks at me and says, "I like a certain kind of cream in my coffee. Now that I've had it, can I bring you a cup?" I nod in agreement, she turns to walk out, blowing me a kiss.

I shall title this confession post:

When Your Hooker Has A Surprise For You (And It's Not a Penis)

I have made a post or two about a blonde MILF hooker (escort, technically) I've been seeing on occasion by the name of Savannah.

The last confession about her that I posted was after going to a strip club. I was drunk, horny and had her roleplay as a stripper that takes me into the vip. That night we sucked, we fucked and in the heat of the roleplay when I wanted to fill her up... she sank into her roll and told me that she wasn't on birth control and that if I wanted to cum in her I would have to fuck her in her ass (she's actually fixed).

She ended up riding me reverse cowgirl with my dick buried deep in her ass. I took in every moment, slowly climbing to a huge orgasm, filling her shitter with my seed. I didn't think I could cum as much as I did. I will never forget the feeling as I erupted deep in her, I wish I could properly describe it.

Tonight was my 8th time going to see her (I believe). I wanted to cum in her ass again, so I told her I wanted that same roleplay.

After seeing her many times I've come to accept that she is always "running late". She leaves me sitting in the driveway while she is preparing for our time. She actually cares about what I want and I have no problem waiting for her to put on outfits, makeup... whatever. I've come to expect the wait.

Same thing this time, no surprise. As per usual she told me that she was getting ready and it was worth the wait.

Then she tells me that she was ready and I went to her door.

I walk in to find her and another, younger hooker dressed up like strippers with a chair in her living room for me to sit in. I'm in shock as I realize that she was setting me up with this girl as well. I didn't bring enough to pay both, but then I gathered that they expecting nothing additional in return. I was in awe of this young, skinny, sexy brunette who keeps starring at me up and down. She seems excited, but I was the one in heaven.

They gave me a hot double lapdance and made out with each other. The young hooker started kissing on me. As things heated up Savannah, taking to her character, says we need to go in vip if we want to keep the fun going because they will get in trouble on the floor. Before long they both have me by a hand and are dragging me into the vip (bedroom). They undress me before Savannah gets down and sucks my cock while the younger girl made out with me and rubbed my balls. After while she joined Savannah and they took turns sucking me taking little breaks to make out.

I laid down on the bed and my [new] favorite hooker jumped straight to sucking me off. She gave a much better blowjob than Savannah. A lot more tasteful use of suction and tongue.

As she did so, Savannah played with and nibbled on my nipples before looking me in the eye and told me that I need to pick one of them to fuck from behind.

I thought about it and had to clarify... pick one to fuck "first". I was correct, they both wanted to fuck. I was getting ready to fuck Savannah when she stops me me. "One thing different this time..." she reached for a condom and told me we were going to be using rubbers.

Savannah and I had not used a condom since our second time together. By the third meet I was exploding deep in any hole I wanted... down her throat, in her pussy, and in her ass. I wasn't excited about using one but I agreed.

Two naked whores in front of you, you don't complain.

The brunette put the condom on with her mouth and I was staring down Savannah who knew I wanted her. Before I could fuck Savannah the younger one was already telling me that she wanted to go first. She hadn't got the vibe that I was ready to fuck savannah first, but I liked that she was eager to fuck me. I looked at savannah as the brunette took position bent over with her ass in the air, face in Savannah's pussy. She liked to keep her legs together for doggy style, so I slid between her skinny thighs and started fucking her pussy from behind.

It was a beautiful sight, as I'm sure you're imagining right now.

But the rubber was having negative consequences. After a little while I was having a bit of difficulty staying fully erect due to not being able to feel her pussy around my cock. Savannah knows this is not normal and she looks up at me saying "your dick just doesn't like condoms, does it?".

No, no it doesn't.

Savannah tells me that I can take it off and she would fuck me. Apparently the condoms were just for the younger girl.

I get ready to pull it off when I hear the younger one talking to Savannah saying that it was okay and that she wanted to take it too. I could see Savannah giving her a serious look as she says "are you sure...? I guess if you want to, you're the one who knows your cycle." I hear this and before I even have confirmed that was fucking her raw also I had the rubber off, was at full erection and positioning to fuck her, completely ready and go.

This sexy skinny brunette with a beautiful tight ass looks back at me as I line up to enter her bareback. With the look of approval, I slide in and feel everything. She was way tighter than Savannah and I truly loved the way her pussy gripped my hard cock as it began to get more and more wet.

After while I had her pushed down flat on her stomach as I pounded away, making her squirm under me as she came. Her pussy overflowed , contracting in all different ways. I pushed myself to the edge a few times. I began pulling out to where just my head rested inside of her opening, in order to control my orgasm.

There were definitely a few times that cum was leaking out of my overe-stimulated dick into her pussy. After pulling out to my head a few times I remark at how badly her pussy makes me want to cum. Savannah tells me to make sure that I don't and tells me to save it for her.

She obviously didn't want her younger hooker friend to get knocked up.

I fucked her for another 5 or 10 minutes before telling Savannah that I wanted her to ride my dick.

I slid out from behind her young friend who was panting, covered in sweat (both her own and sweat i was dripping down onto her) and laid down on the bed. Savannah took position and slid onto me. I began thrusting upwards, pulling her down as I pounded up into her. I made her squirt on me and her friend remarks at how hot this was to watch. I fucked her into three squinting orgasms, completely soaking me. Her friend assumed position at some point during this to lick my balls. Next thing I know I feel my orgasm building... I smack her ass as I grow closer and closer, finally throwing my arms around her back, digging my nails in and flood her pussy with my jizz. I lay there with my pulsating dick buried in her as her friend cleans the leaking mess, remarking at how she was content and that was "the biggest dick she had all day". It being just before midnight, this gave me a nice boost. After 5 minutes or so Savannah climbs off.

We began to talk as I tried to get dressed. It turns out that she asked her friend to join us for two reasons: she loved my dick and told her friend how much she appreciated me for being cool, and having a dick that was "something special". I first heard those words come out of her mouth the first time we met and I made her cum over and over, nearly to the point of her passing out. Also, it wasn't a good day for her when it came to anal and she thought this might make up for it.

It did.

Savannah mentioned one thing that caught me off guard but really turned me on.

The first time we fucked bareback I tried to get her roleplay mom/son with me. She wasn't comfortable with it, but agreed to stepmom/stepson. After we got together for it, I didn't think she was that into it... but on this night she mentioned how much it turned her on and that she didn't expect it to.

I think it might be worth trying to convince her to do mom/son. Maybe mom/son/daughter, if that sexy young thing can get kinky with us.

What I do know is that I will at least definitely be filling my stepmom's ass with a nice big load very soon here. I really want to see if I can push her boundaries even more and go full mom/son.

i confess: me and my korean gf were going on a trip to visit her grandma. we went to her moms place first to have my gfs 14 yr old sister get the suitcases. her sister is a dorky virgin christian girl but she is tall, slender, and hot. she had just got off school and was in pjs and a tank top, no bra. when she bent over to put the suitcase down i saw her amazing perky c cups, nipple and all.. i felt dirty yet lucky that i happened to glance over at the perfect time and accidently got flashed. she doesnt know i saw them... and now it gets even more bizarre, a couple days later we at her grandmas and my gfs sister is sitting across from me in a lazy boy chair. she is wearing short shorts and when she changed positions she spread her legs apart and i saw her hairy korean pussy in the leg hole of her shorts... now i dont like underage girls but damn that was lucky lol. she doesnt know that her sisters bf was the only guy to ever see her naked like that... once again, i dont like underaged girls but accidental flashes are hot.. especially by prudishtvirgin girls that happen to be the sister of the girl ur dating