Question for you: what would you do in my situation?

My wife has recently picked up a sexual appetite way beyond her normal one. I mean, from once a month or less, to every night. I know she's going through a mid-life crisis, and she's challenging herself in every way possible - especially sexually. She's gone from very vanilla to, well, a lot less vanilla, but not anywhere near as kinky as I'd like, but hey - it's a very pleasant change.

I've found out that her appetites have changed about the same time as she's started having a bit of a thing for a work colleague. She's clearly interested, as is he - and I suspect that sooner or later it'll develop into an affair, if I'm honest. Now the sex doesn't really bother me - one of my kinks would be to get more into the whole swing/swap scene, but the dishonesty/emotional connection side of things does have more of a concern for me. I'm all for her fucking other guys, but only for the fucking, not because of the deeper side of things - which I worry is more what she's looking for. Clearly I'm not fulfilling something in her life, but after 8 years of marriage I guess the romance gets replaced with a comfort thing, which can be easily overlooked in favour of a new guy with a poem and a bunch of cheap flowers.

Her friends have talked to me because I think they recognise she's on the verge of going "off the rails" and, in their own words, it's not because of something I've done, but just because she's hit that point in her life where she's wanting to go crazy. I'm an innocent bystander, they say. They want me to come over all the romantic hero, and sweep her off her feet so she stays loyal: but the kinky dog in me wants something else :)

Personally I'm no angel. I've been with prostitutes; I've slept around on one night stands; I've hooked up with people I've met on work conferences and screwed around. So don't picture me as the guy on the moral high ground. No way.

My personal thought on all this is: I don't care if she screws around, and I might get her to agree to some kinky shit that I've wanted to do for some time (threesomes, foursomes, outdoor group sex with strangers and more). I might think about discussing an open relationship with her, which she might actually go for as she'd be given by me an open invite to follow up on the attraction she's got with the guy from work.

So - what would you dirty minded fuckers do? (and it makes a change that there's nobody under-aged involved, which disappoints me deeply: I love "fucking reported" guy and hope he posts on my thread just for me). Thanks, pervs.

Erotic massages got me into a lot of trouble because I spiralled from there into fucking prostitutes...even while newly married. I actually fell into it by accident when a girlfriend got tired after a long day in downtown. We found a Thai place and wanted a couples massage but they didn't have a room for 2 so we had 2 rooms side by side. I arranged for a massage for each and got this beautiful, young girl while my gf went in the next room with another masseuse. Had 45 mins of the massage when to my surprise the woman asked if I wanted extras. I literally didn't know this was a thing at that point and asked more. Then agreed for a cheap hand job despite my gf being in the room right next to me, probably in ear shot. Just as I was turning around with excitement I saw the masseuse left and in came a much older woman but dressed nicely with a tight body. She said only she did the extras so I was disappointed but still went with it. Even told her my gf was in the next room and she giggled and said she would be quiet. Anyway had a great wank and spewed everywhere. Once massage was over my gf came over and said how was it with your cute masseuse. I know she just meant the massage but it was hot to have cheated on her like that. Anyway that got me into erotic massages and it developed into an expensive addiction ending up in me hooking up with prostitutes on the regular. I still do massages post marriage but stopped the prostitutes after the wife found out a week after we got married. Managed to save the marriage but still have my not full sex fun apart from the first massage I went post marriage where the girl was actually a prostitute and refused to massage me and just wanted me to fuck her. Her pussy felt super warm and was tight. Regret that but not the massages.

It was one of those shit days at the office. The incompetence of management was setting in, you know the type of incompetence; last minute shit that could have been planned weeks if not months ago.
My office is on the ground level, the windows are tinted with reflective glass so I can see everyone walking on the sidewalk or whoever is coming into the building. I noticed a minivan pull up and this woman start fumbling through her purse. She was pretty. Low cut top, cleavage, Hispanic. Her hair was in a ponytail but still was long enough to reach the middle of her back. She was thin but had a little tummy, most likely from having a kid. Eventually she got out of her vehicle and headed toward my office. Her tits giggling, damn – she wasn’t wearing a bra at all. Sweet! I wanted to take her picture but she made it to the door really quick. Now, I work on the first floor so people always make mistakes and open the door to my office. She did too. The door opened.
“Hi, I’m here to pay my husband’s dues,” she said with a very sweet voice. She dropped her keys on the floor and bent over to pick them up. When she came back up one of her beautiful breasts was exposed. My mouth was on the fucking floor, my eyes locked on the glorious tit that was right in front of me.
I reflect back on it now and it was one of those “slow motion” moments that you will never forget.
“Um, ma’am,” I said and looked down, now thinking, “oh fuck I could lose my job.”
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, “I’m so sorry!” I looked up and she was covering it back up. Her face was red and I am sure mine was too.
I looked directly into her eyes, our eyes were locked. Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever had that feeling – where you know for a fact that you could ‘hit that,’ but I had that feeling. Maybe it was just an instant crush – but it was like we were looking into each other’s souls. Weird, I know. We just fucking met but my pheromones were all like, “oh hell yeah bro, she’s into you – you can hit that pussy.”
Her face turned even redder.
“Due payments are upstairs,” I said still blushing, still looking her right in the eyes. My eyes wandered to her full red painted lips, her chin, her neckline… her breasts – and quickly back up to her eyes again. She noticed.
“Hey, thank you. I’m sorry about… well you know…” she said with a shy smile, she was inviting me into a conversation about her tits. I obliged.
“I don’t need any sexual harassment suits going on here, but you have absolutely nothing to be sorry or ashamed about,” I said with a smile.
“Thanks,” she murmured and turned around to open the door. That ass. Damn. I was erect as hell, sitting behind my desk watching this goddess walk out of my office.
I heard her climb the stairs; she was up there for quite a long time. I was getting a little nervous. That is all I needed was this woman telling my bosses that I was looking at her tits. Eventually she came back down but I didn’t hear the front door open and I didn’t see her leave. She was standing outside my office, right by the door. For what seemed (to me) an eternity she stood there. I heard her keys giggling in her hands, her shoes shuffling on the floor and finally a light knock on my door.
“It’s open,” I called.
She opened the door and didn’t want to look at me for some reason, her eyes focused on the ground, or when she looked up, she looked past me – she didn’t want to make eye contact. My heart was racing like crazy.

Now, I’m all alone on the first floor of this building. The only cameras are upstairs and there are only 3 other people working here usually.
I didn’t know what to say to her, awkward silence. I have to keep this professional.
“What can I help you with?”
“You’re going to think I’m crazy,” she said and started to turn around to leave.
“No, what is it?”
“Did you feel that connection we had?” She asked, now she was looking into my eyes again. Fuck. She’s married, I’m married. I have permission to have fun. She most likely does not.
“Absolutely, I did,” I told her.
“What time do you get out of work?”
“In about two hours, but I could take off early. What do you have in mind?”
“My husband is working out of state which is why I had to come in and pay his dues… “
HOLY FUCK.
No fucking way this is happening to me, this never ever fucking has happened to me in my entire existence. This is bullshit; this is a fucking setup (that is what I was thinking).
“Let’s go out for coffee, let me call up stairs,” So I did.
I followed her to a Dunken Donuts (yeah, weak coffee but she likes it). We chatted there for about three hours. Her sister was babysitting her kids, so she was free to do whatever she wanted until about 6pm. I laughed because I told her that my wife gets off work at 6pm but I could call her and tell her what was up.
She seemed shocked.
“Your wife lets you fuck around?”
So I told her about my wife, and that my wife had a girlfriend and that we sometimes go out and have fun on our own but that we’re both safe and secure in our sexuality and we’re both the primary focus and everyone else is secondary.
Information began to flow freely from her sexy lips. Turns out before she was married she had threesomes and even foursomes with women, she’s been in orgies. My mouth was on the floor. She even said, “I’ve been with 37 guys, you’ll be 38.”
I don’t believe in slut shaming, not one bit. If a woman wants to fuck, good for her – just means more men will get some pussy in their life. Hell, even in my open marriage I can only count that I’ve been with about 15 ladies. This woman was way ahead of me with notches on her belt lol.
Turns out she hates her husband, but being a Hispanic Catholic she didn’t want to disrupt her family life. He’s an abusive alcoholic. She’s one of those women who’s been hurt, bruised, hit, punched – calls the cops but doesn’t press charges.
“How old are you?” I asked her.
“29, and you?”
“44…”
“Looks like I got myself a daddy.”
Instant erection.
We decided to get a cheap ass hotel, $50 special and have fun for a few hours before we needed to get back to the real world.
We made out; my hand groped her sexy tits which turned out to be lactating. I licked and sucked on them, drank her milk, fingered her pussy. The foreplay was going on what seemed like forever.
“Fuck me,” she moaned.
I did. I mounted her and slid inside her hot warm pussy. It wasn’t super tight, but it was just right. I squeezed her tits as I pounded her, driblets of milk giggled on her tits with each thrust. Her hips swiveled with an erotic dance as we fucked. This was fucking beautiful.
“Let me ride you,” she moaned.
She hopped on me, I grabbed her tits and sucked on them. She bucked, swiveled and rode me like a pro. After 15 minutes, she was screaming and convulsing – her eyes rolling back. She went limp. WTF.
I freaked out. I checked her pulse, she was okay – she was still breathing. I moved her off me and put her head on a pillow, grabbed a pillow and elevated her legs. Shit. What do I do call 911??
I was up and about wondering what to do when I heard her moan. I was still naked.
“Are you okay?” I asked, “What happened??”
Her eyes slowly opened, “I pass out when I cum,” she whispered, “my body feels all tingly.”
I kissed her lips. She mounted me again and started doing her swivel hip maneuver which looked like she was belly dancing on my cock with her pussy. It felt perfect.
“Let me cum in you,” I said.
She didn’t answer but quickened her pace, leaned over and I felt her sexy tits bouncing on my chest as she bit my lip. I squeezed her tits and milk sprayed on my chest.
My cock was getting stiffer, and stiffer – testicles getting tighter with each and every plunge inside her. I grabbed her hair and stuck my tongue deep inside her mouth and felt my cock begin to spurt deep in her. This is when it got interesting. I felt her pussy actually tighten up around my shaft, like a suction machine that was meant to extract cum. She stroked it over and over with her pussy, milking every last eruption of cum from me.
We exchanged numbers, email addresses etc. I am definitely going to hook back up with this Hispanic raven haired babe.
I picked the wife up from work, got home and she was like, “hey, can you take a shower? You smell like sex.”
I looked at her, "I gotta confess, it was pretty good too." This was the first time I've ever had to milk some tits. Wife can't produce milk, and I felt a little left out on the whole lactation / sex thing. I plan to milk this woman's tits as often as I can, and I'm planning on asking her to be my girlfriend. She's a freak, so if she lets me take pictures - I will post them. Just cross your fingers and hope I wasn't just a notch in her belt and she continues on without me. :P

So I had some jumk appliances and stuff that I needed to get rid of. Normally I'd have to pay someone to take this stuff, but I found a woman online who will pick it up for the scrap value. So I arrange to have her come pick up the stuff.

She arrives in the evening with a big, battered old Dodge Ram with her little daughter in the front with her. The scrap lady is pretty rough looking, heavyset, with plain features, but sturdy, with a sweet disposition. The daughter is throwing a fit, having spent about an hour riding in the old truck with it's broken AC. She's about 2, with wild mane of long blond hair which hangs down her back in shining spiral curls.

I help the junk lady load the stuff into the truck while we make some boring smalltalk. After about 10 minutes the girl, Celia, finally gets out of the cab of the truck and whines around, fussing at her mother. While the mother works on strapping down the load, I find a bottle of soap bubbles and sit on the porch to distract the girl. She's immediately fascinated and calms down. She plops down on the sidewalk with the bubbles and starts blowing happily, legs spread wide, showing off her training pants and creamy-white thighs under her powder-blue sundress.

I get up to go lean against the truck while the junk lady finishes up. After a brief slience in her prattle about helping me out by taking the stuff for free, the junk lady offers up a somewhat suggestive "Maybe for a little extra I could help you out with something else?" She nervously licks her lips a little too slowly, sliding her tongue over her disgusting teeth.

This is unexpected. I was expecting to just unload some junk on her, not unload my junk in her. Thinking fast, I look in her eyes and respond with "Maybe so." Then I look down at her daughter playing on the sidewalk beside us, "What did you have in mind?" I let my gaze linger for a moment on the delicate depression along the inside of her hip, then look up again to the junk lady.

There is a bare flicker of comprehension in her dull eyes, but it is drowned out by doubt and fear. "Thirty dollars?" she offers hesitantly, then: "Covered."

The thought of her nasty mouth around my cock is a little repulsive, but I know she caught my suggestion, she just isn't sure that I meant what she thinks I meant. Maybe there is some potential here.

"Make it twenty and bareback and you've got a deal." I counter. She agrees immediately and we leave her truck to drip it's foul black oil on my driveway and head inside. I sprawl out on the couch and push the coffee table back out of the way with my foot. Celia follows the junk lady into the living room, clutching the bottle of bubbles and her mother's paper-thin skirt, wide-eyed as she takes in what to them is probably a pretty high-class bachelor pad. I'm not rich by a long shot, but I'm a total neat freak with a taste for decorating with only really nice stuff.

The junk lady kneels in the thick carpet between my wide-spread knees and reaches for my belt. I stretch my arms out along the back of the couch and nod at Celia, who is standing there in the middle of my gleaming living room with her bubbles, watching us.

"What about her?" I inquire.

The junk lady glances at Celia. She seems a little unsure of herself. I'm getting the impression that she doesn't have much experience as a whore. "Sit down and play, honey," she says, "Mommy has," she hesitates again, looking me in the face guilty for a moment, "Mommy has some work to do before we go."

The junk lady has my fly open and is tugging down my shorts with her pudgy hands. My cock flops out over her rough knuckles as she awkwardly tries to hook my waistband under my balls, accidentally snapping the boys with the elastic. I'm totally flacid, but she starts stroking it gently, making a point to keep her chin down and her eyes on her work. At least she has that part of being a cheap whore right.

Celia is still standing there watching, but now she has a finger up her nose. I wink at her and she grins back. I can feel my cock chubbing up while I watch her shining curls, and shortly the junk lady opens her plaquy maw and drop it down over my less-than-eager knob.

I try to ignore the misshapen lump of woman bobbing her head between my knees and fill my attention with the svelt, if grubby, daughter standing not 5 feet away. The junk lady actually has the mechanics of dick-sucking down pretty well. She fondles my balls and works the head for a bit, then takes a breath and takes the whole length of my shaft into her mouth while she works her throat.

"Mmm," I address the 2 year old while her mom deepthroats me, "that feels great!" I tell her. Celia's eyes flick down to her mom's head, then back to me. "Yeah, just like that," I tell her and nod with a smile. She nods back.

The blowjob continues like this for a while, the junk lady has her face down working my cock, and I make the usual sexy dirty talk one expects, but the whole time I'm talking right to her daughter, who drinks up every word.

When I was getting close to blowing my load over the junk ladies tonsels I may have gone a little far when I said "Oh, babe, I want you to get up here and ride my cock." Of course I was looking at and talking to Celia, who took a hesitant step forward, not sure what riding a cock was about, but knowing how to 'get up here', but the junk lady thought I was talking to her and she lifted her jagged teeth away from my hard rod, probably figuring there was another 50 bucks in it for her.

My terror at the thought of the junk lady's shuddering, shimmying bulk thrusting her flab-shrouded hole over my cock would have stolen my erection, were it not for that hesitant step by the daughter. That pushed me past the point of no return. I could feel the pre-ejaculatory gathering, I only had a moment. I jumped up from the couch and stepped one foot up on the edge of the coffee table. Gripping my cock with one hand and and fistful of the hair at the back of the junk lady's head in the other, I half squated, pulling her hair hard down toward the floor, forcing her to lean backwards under me, off balance.

"Eyes closed." I grunted as I pumped my fist around my dick. She snapped her eyes shut tight and her mouth open wide. I aimed for her eyes. The first contraction expelled only juicy precum which landed in her light mustache. The next contraction blasted a hot stream of ropey cum across her ruddy cheek and into her eye. She flinched, but could do nothing as the huge gob settled along her eyelid.

Celia stood quietly watching intently as I jizzed on mommy's face. I fired 2 good solid shots onto her ugly mug and another one onto her waiting tongue. Before I was done, I told her "Don't move, I'll get you a towel," then I dropped her and my cock as I stepped over her. I stood in front of Celia with my cock hanging there a few inches above her eye level, twitching and jerking, squeezing out the last few strings of cum, which dangled from the end, dancing wildy with each twitch.

I wanted to poke the head into her open mouth to see if she'd copy mommy, but I figured I'd pushed my luck far enough. Instead I just patted the top of her golden head and told her "Almost time to go, honey, mommy just needs to clean up a bit first."

I sat across the living room while the junk lady toweled my cum off her face. She had been forced to lie there on the floor with her eyes tightly closed while I rummaged up a towel for her. I didn't make her wait too much longer than it took me to get the towel.

While I waited I pulled out a well-worn twenty and gave it to Celia. "Would you take this to your mommy please?" I asked her. She was happy to give the whore her money.

I know I'm risking having to stick my cock in the junk lady, but as she sat in the truck ready to haul my load away, I told her that if she's interested I'd have (glancing at the daughter) another load ready (back to mom) in a few days.

I'll have to see what I can do to make it easy for her to think it's her idea.

So i own my own condo, and i have a new roomate moving in, she is absolutely GORGEOUS... like ridiculously fuckin hot. an easy 9-10.

What i wanna know is what is the best way to get a hidden camera in her room?

I am willing to pay whatever it takes to ensure i don't get caught. I have seen those ones that look like alarm clocks or coat hooks, but those just seem cheap, and although the alarm clock is a great idea, i don't know the quality.

Anyways , any help would be appreciated.

Thanks!

About a year ago, I was trying to talk my wife into telling me any sexual fantasies that she's ever had, or still has. She pretended not to have any at first. After much prodding and reassurance, she finally admitted that she's always wondered what it would be like to fuck a black guy. I was like, okay, I'll find some porn with black guys in it and we'll watch it together. I tried it out with her, but she wasn't into it for some reason. I tried again and again, but she always shut me down. I really wanted her to get into it, but it did nothing for her.

Like a good husband, I didn't give up. I figured it was just a matter of finding the right actor. There had to be someone that she'd take a shine to, there just had to be! I devoted myself to the cause, every night staying up late trying to find the perfect actor in the perfect scene. I amassed a huge number of bookmarks and subscribed to a number of black guy-centric websites. I downloaded so many scenes, I had to go out and get a 4 TB external storage thing to hold it all. My wife wondered what I was up to, but I didn't want her to feel pressured or uncomfortable about it, so I just fibbed and said work was busy, blah blah blah, whatever.

She started getting really suspicious after a while, though, so I decided that instead of doing research at home, I would buy a laptop and go to a motel. I found a cheap one on the edge of town and used it often. It was a sketchy neighborhood, with drug users and prostitutes of every sort frequently making noise in adjacent rooms. There was a cheap soda machine out in the parking lot that I used every once in a while to refresh myself after a long bout of furious jerking off. It was there that I was approached by a flashy, cologne-wearing young white guy with tattoos. After a few minutes of being interrogated by this guy, he managed to extricate the real reason behind my frequent visits. He nodded and laughed, but wasn't off-put or dissuaded. He promised to "hook me up". I went back to my room and resumed my research.

30 minutes later, there came a knock on the door. I swung the door open and couldn't believe my eyes; a big, strapping black man stared back at me, smiling. He was much, much taller than me, with big, rippling muscles barely contained by his t-shirt. "How's it goin, man?" he asked off-handedly and walked right in. "I'm Taireek, Victor's friend. He said you were doing some research for your wife and might want to see what all the fuss is about." I nodded, barely able to speak for some strange reason. "All right, cool. How about...' he grabbed me by the arm and guided me to the bed. The next thing I knew, his dick was in my mouth and I was naked and greedily working it over like the girls in the videos. It was incredible!
I went home that night and told my wife everything. I was sure she would want a turn with Taireek. To my utter surprise, she was furious and took off in the car to her mother's house 3 hours away. I was stunned. But then I realized: I had the house to myself, and her full wardrobe at my disposal!

I hopped in the shower and shaved my whole body, then dressed up as pretty as I could with perfume and makeup and everything. Taireek came over every night, even bringing a friend or two on occasion. He liked my new look and treated me like a sexy lady, cumming on my face and slapping my ass with abandon after getting his fill. My wife called and I just let the machine get it. She returned to find me in her red sequin dress, sucking 2 black dicks on our bed.

"You're missing out!" I called after her as she ran crying out of the house. "Thank you, honey! I would have never found this without your help!"

"Shut up and suck it, fuckin' white boy"

I was 19 and in a used bookstore in a town I went to college in in Kansas. I spent most of my time looking for good sci-fi or good recent fiction but they had a few shelves near the front where the owner could keep an eye on them. That was where the Beeline novels were and the stacks of old Hustlers and Playboys. You could browse all you wanted, but the owner was always nearby, presumably to avoid theft and ‘bad behavior’.

I’d been in often enough that he didn’t pay much attention to me. I wasn’t much of a threat to his stock. So when I spent a few minutes near the adult shelves, he barely gave me a second look. I always paid for my purchases and sometimes that’s where they came from.

On this particular day I think I had a couple of adult westerns and some old Heinleins, or something like that. My usual. And now I was looking at the ‘good stuff’. I picked out an old Hustler to jerk off to back in the dorm and took that and my other books to the counter.

The owner looked at my stack and asked, “Want to see something special?”

“Sure.”.

He reached under the counter and pulled out three of the real porno mags. Full penetration, money shots, the whole deal. I’d never seen one up close. This was Kansas after all. Early 80s. He flipped it open and there they were, guys, gals, fuckin’ and suckin’. I was hard almost immediately. Which he noticed.

Now I was pretty shy about the subject of masturbation. This was the early 80s. Guys who did that were called names and they made fun of each other. Even those of us who sometimes jerked off with a friend. We all did it. We just didn’t talk about. it. So when he said, “Ever see anything like that?” I said, “No.” To which he replied, “Sure would be good to jack off to. You must do it a lot, you buy enough magazines.”

I was 19. He was maybe mid 30s, and kinda creepy. Getting creepier by the minute.

“Nah. Got a steady girlfriend who takes care of all of that for me.” A lie.

He chuckled. He could tell I was lying. “Well I do.”

He casually reached over, flipped the Out to Lunch sign, locked the deadbolt, and stepped out from behind the counter, blocking any thought I might have of unlocking the door.

Looking me squarely in the eye, he unzipped himself. He pointed at me and said, “Would you like to? She’s not here.”

It was summer and I was wearing cut off jeans and no underwear. It was obvious I was aroused.

“Ummmmm. I .. . . uhhhhh”

He reached into his slacks and pulled out his own penis. I know now that it wasn’t huge. It was on the small side of average, in fact. But it was bright red and throbbing. I had no explanation for why my own got harder when I saw that, but it did. He went back around the counter and turned the page on the magazine. “C’mon.”. He dropped his pants and stepped out of them, then turned another page. Then he reached out, hooked a finger in my belt loop, and said it again. “C’mon.”

When I was closer, he lowered my zipper and undid the button. Parting the waistband, he pulled out my cock. “Niiiiiiiice! Lemme see you touch it.”

I looked at the magazine, looked at his eyes, now locked on my cock, and I did as he asked. I was blushing and shy and watching his cock bounce as it throbbed. I took hold of my own and gave it a stroke.

“I knew you’d be into this,”

He turned another page and I distinctly remember the scene. Two young women, one doggy style while the other was on her back, legs spread, the first girl’s face buried in her pussy. Behind the first was a burly man, hands tight around her waist, obviously buried in her.

“Ever see anything like that?”

“No.”. And I hadn’t. I’d still yet to experience my first threesome and this was my first real porno mag.

“How you feeling down there?”

“Uh, yeah.”

I was still shy and he was focusing an awful lot on me instead of the magazine.

“Here. Let me help you.”. He stepped behind me and giving my shorts a push, they fell to my feet. He pressed himself up against me and feel him hard against the cheek of my ass. I jumped.

“Hey. Hey. I’m not into guys!”

He shushed me and I could feel his breath against my shoulder. He reached around me and took hold of my cock, which grew harder, to my consternation. Then he began to stroke me. And it felt so good.

The pages turned, the young women on the pages took turns taking that fat cock in every orifice, the hand on me began to stroke harder and within a minute or two, I was shooting a puddle of cum onto the hardwood of the floor. When I did, his cock, now sliding up and down in the crack of my ass, pushed up tight against my asshole, without penetrating, and I could feel it pushing, pushing out his cum against my hole.

“Ahhhhh, daaaaaamn, daaaaaaaamn,” he whispered in my ear.

Reaching under the counter, he took out a roll of paper towels and handed it to me. “Here you go.”

I stepped out of my shorts, now dotted with cum, and standing with my feet spread wide, I began to clean up the cum that was running down my thighs. He stood in front of me, naked from the waist down, still semi-erect, still dripping. He’d shot an enormous load and didn’t look like he was done. “Damn that’s hot. You sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m sorry about the mess. Yeah. No. I’ve never done anything like this.”

“Wanna do it again?”

“What?”. I was nervous and shy and didn’t know yet that I was bi.

“Wanna do it again?” He took a stack of probably a dozen more magazines out from under the counter. “I have time if you do. It’s my store. I can be closed all day if I want to. And I kinda want to.”

He was fat, and sweaty, and balding. Wore thick glasses, had a small cock, and he was leering. He smelled of cheap soap and Old Spice, and cum. If I had been out looking for guys, I doubt he was what I’d have looked for. I know he wouldn’t have been. But I’d never looked for a guy. Far as I knew, I was straight, except for a few experiences when I was younger. To me, him and that twig of his were pretty okay. On the rare occasions I want to be with a guy all these years later, I still prefer chubby, geeky, men, small cocks are a plus.

“Uh. I have class this afternoon. Summer classes. College. Sophomore. Like to be a junior. You know. Girlfriend later. Movie. Can’t. But thanks. Thanks. Gotta go.” Honestly, I was making up excuses. I knew I liked what had happened and sure, I wouldn’t mind doing it again. But here? This was a public store. Broad daylight. People had been walking past that locked door the whole time. And this guy had just locked me in his store for sexual purposes and jacked me off. That couldn’t have been legal, could it?

“Tell you what. I close at 8.”. He knelt down and licked the head of my cock, which was rising. His was already hard. “I close at 8. Be here when I close,” his hand slid up my leg and his index finger touched and tickled my asshole, “I’ve got these magazines and more in the office. We can have a really good time.”. His finger pressed a little harder. “You can bring that girlfriend of yours if you like.”

“I. . . uh . . . I don’t have a girlfriend,”

“Yeah. I didn’t think so.” His finger slipped into me to the small knuckle and I was as hard as I ever would be again. He gave me one more flick of his tongue and pulled his finger from my backside. “No one to jerk you off. Shame.” His finger slipped back in to the second knuckle and his mouth was around my cock to the root.

And I missed class.

Not my video
decided to share a confession of my own.
When my first wife and I married we weren’t very old. We were just starting out in life and didn’t have much money. We wound up moving to another town because I was able to find work there. Because of our lack of funds at the time we wound up renting a room at a seedy motel that offered weekly rates. It was also the kind of place that didn’t take checks so I would have to cash my check every week and go to the office and pay in cash.
After we had been there for a few weeks I came in kind of late one Friday as I had to work a bit late. When I got there my wife told me that the office had already called our room wanting the weeks rent. I wanted to take a shower as I was sweaty and dirty from working so I gave the rent money to my wife and asked her to go to the office to pay while I cleaned up. Let me describe my wife at the time. She was very petite at 5’1” tall and right at 100 lbs.
She had small perky tits and a very shapely ass that looked really good in jeans. Most young women back then didn’t wear a bra very much and she was the same. While her tits weren’t large it seemed like her nipples were perpetually erect. She also wore just plain white sleeveless t-shirts which further showed them off.
Any way back to the story. I heard her come back into the room while I was still in the shower. When I came out I asked her if she got the rent paid and she said that she had. She told me that because it was late on a Friday there were lots of people there and she had to wait in line. The crowd that lived there were mostly guys working construction or oil field so she was the only female down there.
She told me that while she was waiting in line the guy behind her started a conversation with her. She said he was a bit older than we were at probably 35. Kind of short and stocky and muscular. She said his conversation turned sort of “flirty” and that she had caught him staring at her tits several times. She said he wasn’t even trying to hide it.
She said she finally got up to the desk and paid our rent. As she turned to walk away she told him “see you around”. When she said goodbye he reached out and grabbed her by the hand that was holding our receipt. He took out a pen and wrote his room number on it and told her to come see him sometime.
I was still standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror shaving while she was telling me all this. I have to admit that it was starting to give me an erection hearing about this guy flirting with her. She noticed this and with a devilish grin on her faced she asked me if it turned me on to think about another guy coming on to her. It would have been ridiculous to deny it at this point as I was fully hard by now. Of course she noticed this, moved behind me and reached around me and started stroking my hard dick. She was lightly kissing my back and telling me that it had turned her on too when he was flirting with her. She said she couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like naked and how big his dick was. My dick was really hard now. I asked her “well, you have his room number. Why don’t you go find out?”
She asked me “do you really want me too?” I said that the thought of that really turned me on. I asked her if he seemed like a nice guy? I wanted to be sure that he wasn’t dangerous or anything like that. She told me that he was very nice to her when they were talking and wasn’t pushy at all.
I had never been a part of anything like this and I was very excited and I told her I wanted her to go visit him but that I wanted to hear every detail. I turned to face her as she gave me the wettest, deepest kiss, winked and told me “see ya in a bit” as she turned and walked out of the room. I had never been so horny in my life. Cell phones weren’t common then and she had taken the receipt with the room number on it with her so I was totally out of control of the situation at this point. My wife was on her way to fool around with another guy with my encouragement and I didn’t even know which room she was in or how long she’d be gone. This only served to heighten my arousal.
After a bit over an hour I heard the key in the lock to our room and saw her walk in. I was still naked, laying across the bed jacking off. Imagining what must be going on.
I still vividly remember her walking into the room. This was a cheap motel in the summer and the air just worked so so. She walked across the room and jumped on the bed laying next to me. She started stroking my dick while kissing the side of my neck and my ear. She whispered in my ear “have you been waiting for me?”
I remember the skin on her face felt clammy and sweaty and her thick brunette hair was sticking to the side of her face.. I could smell him on her. I told her “ Yes I have. Did you have fun?”
She laid back on the bed, undid her pants and slid her jeans off. I noticed she wasn’t wearing panties and asked her about it. She told me he wanted to keep them for a souvenir as she slid her t-shirt up and over her head. She laid back on the bed beside me spreading her legs. She grabbed my hand and pushed it between her legs and onto her pussy. She was sopping wet and smiled at me asking me if I thought she had had a good time?
I was so turned on by this time. I rolled over on top of her kissing her while she guided my hard dick inside her. It went all the way inside her with no resistance. I started slowly fucking her, kissing her neck and telling her “tell me everything “.
She told me she had walked to his room and knocked on the door. He answered and she said that another guy was there and they were having some drinks out of a bottle of Jack Daniels. He invited her inside and then told his friend to stop by later on and he left.
She said he offered her a drink which she accepted. She had told him earlier that she was married and he asked her where I was? She told him that I knew she was out but that I had no idea which room. She said she showed him the receipt that he had written his room number on.
He was sitting on the bed and she was sitting in the only other cait in the room. She asked him if she could use his restroom to which he agreed. When she was walking past him on the way back to her chair he reached out and grabbed her hand pulling her towards himself telling her to sit next to him which she did. She said he asked her if she minded if he took a shower and she said she didn’t. He asked her why she had come to his room? She said she didn’t answer him but just smiled. He then got up and went into the bathroom to shower.
She said she poured herself another shot and sat back down on the bed. When she looked towards the bathroom she could see him reaching in and turning on the water. He then began to strip out of his clothes, looking out the door at her the whole time until she could clearly see him standing there naked. She said his body did not disappoint. He was short and muscular. She also said his dick was very fat, uncircumcised and had a set of balls the size of tennis balls. She said she loved the sight of his firm ass as he stepped into the shower.she said the alcohol and the sight of this naked man was turning heron and she said she began to trace her fingernails against the material of her jeans against her inner thighs.
She said after just a few minutes he stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and began drying himself right in front of her. She said he was beginning to get erect. She said he was about seven inches but that it would be hard to reach around it.
He walked over to where she was sitting on the bed throwing the towel back into the bathroom. Without a word he reached down to her sides and grasping the bottom hem of her t-shirt slid it up her body and over her head exposing her erect tits. He reached between them and started pinching her nipples. She said she was just staring at his now erect dick.
He asked her if she liked what she saw? She said she just nodded yes. He told her”then don’t be bashful” as he placed his other hand on the back of her had and pulled her face into himself. He was moving the underside of his dick and his balls up and down against her face. She said she just instinctively started kissing and licking his balls as she reached behind and grabbed his ass with both hand pulling his gyrating dick into her face.
He then grabbed her upper arms and lifted her to a standing position. He hard dick was rubbing against her belly while he started to make out with her. She said she loved the way his body felt against hers.
He then told her to take her pants off. She complied and tossed her pants and panties on the floor beside the bed. He sat down on the bed. She started stroking his dick while the licked and kissed the head when it would peek out of his foreskin. He bored with that quickly and told her to open her mouth. When she did, he pulled the foreskin back one pushed the head of his dick into her mouth. She said it was so fat that she couldn’t get much more than the head of it in her mouth. She said she pulled her lips tight under the crown and licked the head of it inside her mouth. She stroked him while he slowly fucked her mouth.
He then stopped and knelt down on the floor in front of her. He placed his hands on the back of her thighs pushing her legs back until her pussy and her asshole were exposed to him. He started licking her from her asshole to her pussy stopping to suck on her clit.
He then told her to scoot up onto the bed which she did. He laid between her legs, kissing her, as he guided his hard dick to the entrance of her wet pussy. The head of it went in easily but she was not accustomed to his girth. He kept pressure up trying to push it in all at once.
She said she told him that it hurt but that he told her to “take it and shut up”. He told her “ you know what you came here for so be a good little whore and let me fuck your pussy”.
She said after a few minutes he was completely inside her. At the time she said it was the biggest dick she had ever had. He picked up the pace hooking his arms behind her knees and fucking her harder. He was telling her what a whore she was and that he could fuck her anytime he wanted to. He told he might even loan her out to his buddy that had been there earlier. She said when he came in her he flooded her til it was running out onto the bed.
He got off of her and got another shot. He told her she could go now but that when he called our room she better come.
I came in her harder than I ever had.

I confess I've been fucking a homeless woman for the past 5 days, and have been paying for her cheap hotel room, buying her food too.
It all started last Friday on the 11th of June. I went to the store and this woman was on the sidewalk, her head between her hands looking down at the ground. She had a small sign that read, "hungry and homeless please help." She had dark brown hair, tan skin - and from what I could see a nice figure. She looked to be in her mid 20s, and I approached her, put $5 in her cup and turned around to go inside the store.
I heard a soft, "thank you."
Not looking back I casually said, "no problem, I hope things get better for you."
I went in the store and bought some items, but also thought I should get her something to eat too. So I did. They had sub sandwiches for $5, and I got her one, plus a box of chocolate chip cookies as a desert.
I got out of the store, and she was still there, head between her hands. I placed the sandwich and box of cookies next to her and turned around to walk away.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" she asked, with her soft voice.
I turned around and she was no longer sulking, or hiding her face. She had no makeup on, but was absolutely beautiful. Her blue eyes penetrated me, and then I noticed she had a black eye and a few bruises on her neck.
"Holy shit," I was horrified, "are you okay?"
"I- I am fine. I don't need your pity. This is what happens when you hook up with an abusive asshole. Thank you, god bless you for helping me."
"Look, whoever did that to you..." I searched for the right words, "I hope you don't have any contact with them anymore."
"I don't, that's why I'm homeless. I don't want to go to a shelter, I tried that and someone stole everything I had."
Someone walked by smoking a cigarette, and she asked to bum one.
"Get a job," the guy mumbled.
I pulled out my wallet, "here's two dollars for a cig."
He stopped and pulled a cigarette out and gave me one.
"Be more empathetic," I told him. He shrugged and walked away mumbling under his breath.
I handed her the cigarette, she already had a lighter and with a tiny flick of her thumb it was lit.
She inhaled it deeply, and I noticed she seemed far off and distant for a second as if she was thinking of a better time.
"Not too many people give a fuck about people like me..." she said.
"I try to - but the way society is, well we're all pretty much fucked." I told her.
"Yeah, well you probably got a white picket fence and a house, and me - well I make a lot of bad decisions, as you can tell." She lifted up the cigarette gesturing that smoking was one of them.
My dick started thinking for me at this point. She was pretty, had a nice body, nice tits. Her face was rounded with nice cheek bones. She was a bit dirty. Her shirt was stained, and she obviously wasn't wearing a bra. Her jean shorts were faded and ripped.
I was attracted to this woman, and blurted out, "If you need a place to stay..." I stopped myself. I didn't know her, and certainly couldn't invite her back to my place.
She looked me in the eyes and I could tell she was about to cry.
"If you need a place to stay I could get you a hotel for a few nights. Get you some food, try to help you get on your feet. Help you apply for jobs."
She smirked as a tear rolled down her dirty face, "No. I don't need you to be my savior. I'll be okay, really."
"I'm not looking to be your savior, nothing like that. I try to help people as much as I can. I don't have anyone in my life that I have to pay for, I'm a 38 year old loser to be honest. Sure I have a good paying job, I have my own place - but... well. What do I have to show for it."
"You have a house, probably a wife, kids..." She said looking down at the sidewalk.
"I don't, that's what I mean - I don't have anything to show for all of my accomplishments... so if I can help you, it makes me feel better about my life. Understand?"
She put her cigarette out on the sidewalk, grabbed her backpack and got up. She was sexy, with toned legs, nice hips, perky full breasts - her nipples poking through her stained shirt. If she took a nice hot shower, she would clean up well. Perfect 10 in my book.
"I'm in a bad situation, I guess I need all the help I can get at this point."
We walked to my car and I opened the door for her, she laughed a little.
"And they say chivalry is dead," she said as she shut the door.
I got in and started my car. I knew there was a cheap hotel a few miles down the road. We had a bit of small talk, she said she went to college for finances but dropped out because she met her ex that she 'fell madly in love with,' but that the relationship turned out to be a complete nightmare.
I asked if she had parents, or siblings that could help her out, and she got pretty quite.

"When I was a teen, my family went on a road trip that I refused to go on. They didn't even leave the city and their car was hit by a drunk driver. I lost my mom, my dad and my brother. The police showed up at the house and that's how I found out. So I got put into the foster care system until I reached 18... then I left. No aunts or uncles, nobody. Grandparents passed when I was a child, I don't remember them. I'm all by myself, and I have been since my parents died. My foster parents were loaded. They paid for all of my college, but when I dropped out because of my ex, they pulled all their funding and disowned me... which is completely understandable but I just can't forgive them for turning their backs on me. I know I'm not even their own flesh and blood, so they didn't even need to pay anything after I left."
I didn't say anything. I felt bad for her. She was completely alone.
We got to the hotel, $55 a night, which wasn't bad. I could surely afford to house her there for a few days.
I went in and paid for 5 days. With tax it was just under $300. I got the key and went back to my car and handed it to her.
"It's all yours. Just don't trash the place okay?" I said laughing.
She laughed, "Hey you're welcome to come in, I like talking to you. I haven't talked about this shit in a very long time."
My dick woke the fuck up, "Sure, it's good to get bad things we've experienced out of our systems. I'd be happy to talk to you about anything you want!"
We went to the designated room and she unlocked it, she went in first and I followed her.
Someone had the air conditioner cranking full blast, and the room felt like it was 50F degrees.
She turned it off, then turned around towards me.
"Look at me, inviting a guy to a hotel room and I don't even know his name..."
"I'm Jason, nice to meet you..." I left it open because I didn't know her name either.
"Judy," she said as she plopped her backpack on the bed. She opened up her backpack and pulled out some red and white underwear and walked over to the sink. She turned on the water and soaked them, using soap to scrub them.
"Ugh, I barely ever get to wear clean clothes - so I do my best to keep at least my underwear clean!"
"I mean, yeah - I'd probably do the same thing too if I was in your situation."
She stopped washing them and hung them over the ledge of the counter near the sink to dry. Judy tried to fix her hair up in the mirror as best she could, but she really needed a brush.
"Hey, if you want I can buy you a brush or whatever... do you need anything else?"
She paused and looked in the mirror at my reflection still standing by the door.
"Am I a kept woman now? Are you going to buy me all these things and keep me locked away in your tower?" She seemed a bit agitated.
"No! I'm not like that, I just wanted to help you out. Look, I'll let you be - I just really understand how things can really get bad."
I turned to open the door, "Take care of yourself, ok?"
"Hey wait, I'm sorry... I'm just... No one has ever tried to help me like you have... tell you what, you can get me deodorant and a brush. Maybe some red lipstick and some blush? A toothbrush and toothpaste? See, I'm getting greedy now." She was smiling.
"Ok, consider it done!"
"I'm going to take a shower, clean up - can you go get that stuff? I'd love to sit down and talk to you more."
I did. I went to a store and got her everything she asked for. I thought about getting a pack of condoms but then thought there wasn't any point. I was there to help her, not fuck her. Yes I wanted to fuck her but given she was abused, she's probably not going to want to have sex. So about 25 minutes later I was back at the hotel room, and knocked on her door.
She opened the door, her hair was still wet, she changed her shirt to a black shirt that revealed a lot more cleavage, and I could see a perfect outline of her tits. Her nipples were very obviously erect. She also changed her pants to jogging pants. She smelled of hotel room soap and shampoo. Her eyes caught me checking out her tits, but she didn't say anything at all. She was very beautiful all around.
I went in and sat down in the single chair that occupied the hotel room. She bounced on the bed and found the TV remote on the side table, clicking the TV on. She flipped through some channels and then turned to me, ignoring the TV.
"So what's a nice guy like you single for? I mean not that I'm any catch or anything like that... but honestly - no girlfriend? No wife? What's up with that?"
"Judy, sometimes life throws bullshit at you, ya know?" I said, kinda looking down, a bit embarrassed about being single.
"I was engaged once. I was going to marry someone but she decided she liked a fat tow truck driver instead... so one day I came home early from work and this fat greasy bearded ugly dude was fucking my fiancé, right on the bed. She yelled at me like it was my fault. Her tow truck driver fuck buddy got off her and charged at me, so I got into a huge fight with him. He fractured 2 of my ribs, I busted his eye socket and jaw. Cops came, he was arrested for assault. That was 10 years ago."
"Oh damn Jason, I'm so sorry. People are such assholes."
"That, they are."
She pointed to her black eye, "see this? This is what happened to me when I caught my ex doing meth. I smelled something funny and when I found him he was smoking it. Something broke in him, idk what happened because the next thing I remember I was waking up on the floor with a pounding headache. That was a few days ago. I packed a bag and left. It's not like things were good between us anyway. He was fucking this other woman, I really didn't care because I'm bisexual and ok with open relationships, but he started paying more attention to her. Turns out she was doing heroine, and he started to do it too. Then they got into meth, and I warned him that I'd leave him if he didn't clean himself up. It got worse, and I fell out of love with him. I just stayed there because I had no where else to go, and no one else to turn to. Well, after waking up when he knocked me out I knew it was time to leave." Judy looked sad as she remembered the traumatic events.
"Hey, I'm sorry that shit happened to you, but you're safe now ok? Judy look at me."
She did.
"You are safe now," I said again.
"Hey Jay, come over here and join me on the bed so we can watch some stupid program that we don't even give a fuck about," she said wiping a tear away.
I sat on the bed, away from her.
"Get over here!" she pointed to the empty spot next to her, "damn you're so fucking shy it's cute!"
I moved next to her. She put my arm around her and snuggled into my chest. She put the remote down and looked up at me, and kissed me. I felt her bite my lower lip, and then her tongue (which was pretty long) push deep into my mouth. My tongue found hers, and I pulled her body close to mine. My cock was throbbing hard. Poking through my jeans. I didn't want to make any moves, I wanted to take things slow, out of respect for her - but she had other plans.
Her hand found my cock, she unzipped and unbuttoned my pants. She took her shirt off revealing perfect breasts. I slid my pants off, then took my shirt off as we passionately embraced each other.
She took off her jogging pants, revealing that she hadn't shaved her pussy in a while.
"I haven't fucked anyone in 6 months," she panted. I laughed and she gave me a confused look.
"I haven't fucked anyone in over 5 years," I told her.
Our lips met again, my hands cupping her breasts. They were so soft! My hand glided down to her beautiful round ass, which was just as soft as her succulent tits! She pulled away from my kiss and licked and sucked my neck. Judy pushed me down on the bed and engulfed my cock in her mouth.
She moaned as her mouth slid up and down my shaft. My hand found her pussy and I slipped a finger inside her. She was soaking wet and dripping. Judy began to ride my finger, and I put another one inside her. I felt her muscles clench around my fingers as her tongue licked and flicked the tip of my cock. Then she mounted me. When she did, she screamed with pleasure. I grabbed on to her waist, looking up at her perfect body.
"Oh Jason, yessss" she moaned.
I was already feeling like I was going to cum, it was building up and my dick was getting even harder inside her.
"Oh Judy, slow it down babe, it's been a while..." I panted.
She sped up, she tightened her juicy cunt around my cock and smiled.
"Ohhh you're going to like this Jay..." she said, sliding me in and out perfectly.
And I did. I liked it. I came so hard in her I nearly passed out. All of my nerves convulsed, I could feel each ejaculation pumping inside her, filling her."
She could feel me too, and she loved it. She kept bucking as I came, and moaned louder. My erection didn't go down and she kept fucking me. I turned her over and started drilling her missionary. I kissed her lips as her nice tits bounced to each thrust I pumped inside her. I must have cum inside her a lot, I could feel it dripping down my balls.
"Oh right there," she moaned.
So I kept pumping her in the same spot. Her body twitched and her eyes rolled back.
"JASON, I'm going to cum all over that cock!" I increased thrusts and started pumping her harder and harder, I was going to cum again, I was going to cum too!
I filled her again.
We laid down and held each other for hours.
The first thing out of my mouth, "obviously you're not on the pill..."
"Obviously," she said as if it was a stupid question.
I stayed the night in her arms. Saturday, Sunday, and Monday I fucked her and came inside her even more. I offered to pay for her hotel a few more nights, but then decided to let her stay at my place.
"Would you like to come home with me? I mean, I just am offering..."

So that's where I'm at. She agreed to give it a try, to see if it will work out. I asked her to be my girlfriend, she said yes. Today is Wednesday, she's at my house - I'm at work. She's looking for a job.
So what do you think? I've never been with a woman that is so sexy. She cleaned up really well. I've gotten her more clothes, and she puts makeup on even though I tell her she doesn't need it.

I do have feelings for her, and even my brain is teasing that I have a future with her - maybe even marriage... but I asked her something...
"Why would you even be interested in me, I'm not handsome."
"Feelings have nothing to do with looks, and honestly you're not ugly at all, give yourself some credit. Plus, I have a fetish for older guys and you fit my fetish quite nicely, daddy."
I laughed.
"No, I'm serious - it's a kink. If we're going to be together we need to be open and honest with each other. If you ever want to fuck another woman, now that we're in a relationship, we'll have to have that talk ok? Don't get me jealous, it's hard to do but being deceitful will wreck what we have."
"Honestly, you're the first woman I've been with in a very long time Judy."
SO that's where we are at rn. In some ways, I kind of hope I got her pregnant... but I'm also worried that she's gonna run back to her old boyfriend and leave me. I know it's a long story, and for that I do apologize... peace.

Wasn't quite sure what category to put this in. It's not really a confession, or a hook-up really. Anyways the subject of my story is that women (sisters in general) can be complete assholes who want to ruin your life.

Flashback 5 years ago, I'm living at home with my parents, just turned 18 and graduated High school. Thinking about college choices, fighting with my then GF...the usual shit. My parents are out for the weekend and my GF is working, so I'm just hanging out when buddy comes over with these two girls we know. They are sisters and we'll call them Bitch 1 and 2.

So we're all hanging out at my parents place, drinking, listening to music and playing this drinking board game called "Pass-Out" (we played this often with girls as it had playing cards that made you 'kiss the girls' as you went around the board. - Cheap/easy way to get some action-) About an hour or so into the game, Bitch 1 (Older sister) asks my buddy to bring her to the store to get more cigarettes, leaving Bitch 2 (younger sister) with me.

Almost immediately as they walk out the door, Bitch 2 gets up, straddles me in my lap and we start making out. She pulls off her shirt and I suck and bite her hard perky breasts and nipples. Without a word, she slides down between my legs, undoes my shorts, pulls My hard cock out and starts sucking away. (She was NOT very good. too much teeth. Not very experienced) I tell her....."I want your pussy" and she stops!

She says...."Look, I'm still a virgin and want to stay that way, I can blow you, or you can have my ass, but no pussy!" (I'll never forget that!!)

Like it was even a choice, I said...ASS. she drops her shorts, bends over and gets her ass all lubed up with spit on her own, using her fingers...and after several minutes of pushing and working it in...my cock finally pushes into that ass. I wanted to take my time, fuck her slow...I never did anal until that night, my GF would never let me! But she would push into me hard, so i fucked her hard, pounding into her asshole as she moaned for a good 5 solid minutes until I nutted inside her ass. She got up, walked to the bathroom..cleaned up...came back and we started kissing again. 10 minutes later My buddy and Bitch 1 come back, she jumps off me and pretends like nothing was happening.

We play the game for maybe 30 minutes when Bitch 2 asks my buddy to bring her home, because she's tired. My buddy is pissed because he just got back, and it's only 9PM! Bitch 1 doesn't want to go, she wants to keep hanging, so off my friend goes to bring Bitch 2 home. Bitch 1 starts asking me about my GF, how are things....I kind of exaggerate the fight we were currently having, saying it's probably over etc, and I add..."No more sex for me for a while!" She says, "Well I'm not to sure about that" and motions me to come over. So I do, and we start kissing. (Bitch 1 has a killer body and is wearing a tube top and tight blue cotton shorts. Flat stomach showing, perfect C Tits popping out. I pull the top off and go to work on her nipples.

I slide my hand down her tight cotton shorts, and her pussy is bald and soaked! I work my finger into her as she moans into my mouth. I slide down, pull her pants off and dive into her pussy, sucking her clit like I'm trying to suck it right off her body., I finger and suck her until she cums, her hands on the back of my head pushing me into her pussy as I push my tongue inside her as she cums.

She pushes me off of her, and I fall backwards onto the floor, she stands up over me as I furiously get my shorts off. she squats down and sits right on my cock and rides me. Her pussy was soaked and tight and felt so fucking good. She road me hard, telling me to tell her when I'm about to cum. (Was taking longer than she expected I guess...lol, little did she know, I just came 45 minutes ago!!) I finally feel me getting close and I tell her.....She hop off and swallows my cock, sucking me so fkn good. (way more experience than her sister!!) Hands pumping, twisting, mouth sucking, and I cum right as I push into her throat. She gagged and coughed a little but swallowed every drop. We both laid there for a few minutes, her occasionally sucking on my cock again or licking it.. Just to tease me. And we talked for a few...future plans, etc. She finally got up and we both went into separate bathrooms to clean up.

No more than 5 minutes after sitting back down together, my buddy pulls in the driveway and Bitch 1 gets up and gives me a kiss and says, she's going to get him o bring her home too. She leaves and I can see them arguing. My buddy comes in asks if I will wait up and hang, I said OK, and he left.

He comes back and just wants to start pounding beers. I decided not to tell him about the fun I had.

2 days later........

Bitch 1 Calls me and flips the fuck out on me screaming on the phone about me fucking her sister, and why didn't I tell her I did that. I had my cock in her after it was in her sisters ass etc. (Oh she was FUMING!!!!, I was kind of laughing under my breath) Apparently her sister really likes me, and was telling Bitch 1 all about me, and she'd like to date me, etc etc. So.......Bitch 1 proceeds to tell her sister that I raped her she home. She told me that she told her sister that I tied her forced her!! I was like...you said WHAT?? And then she proceeded to say she was going to tell everyone that.......WHICH SHE DID!

For weeks no one I knew would even talk to me. I kept saying....if it's TRUE, why doesn't she call the cops??? she's making it up...I told everyone everything that happened.

Finally....Bitch 1 came clean and told the truth but the damage was/is done.

So back to the present...5 years later, I've since moved away from home, I'm currently in college in a completely different state for some post graduate work and haven't talked to or seen Bitch 1 or 2 since that whole fiasco. That is, until 2 nights ago, when Bitch 2 was at a Fraternity/Sorority Mixer and told 2 people I know, how I raped her sister!!!!!!

I approached her immediately and told her how she knows none of that BS is true and if I hear her say anything about it, I'm going to sue her!

She apologized and we parted ways.

I haven't heard anything else yet. But now I'm afraid this BS story is going to follow me everywhere. All because of some bitch who didn't like the fact that she sucked my cock after it was in her sisters ass!!!

I secretly hope Bitch 1 does get raped so she can experience the difference!!

So I've got a slave... let me catch you up to now, and we'll take it from there. I had been interested in her for more than a year but had a girlfriend at the time. She wears lots of short skirts and has a lot of cleavage to show off, and for a long time, the occasional accidental flash of her g-string popping out the back or her skirt or a bit of bra when she bent down kept me more than satisfied. But as time went on, I was getting more interested and less patient. At the peak of my fascination with this woman, I went as far as to turn my camera phone onto record and hold it underneath her skirt while she was distracted. After a few failures, I was eventually rewarded with an awesome shot of her perfect ass on my phone- and spent a lot of time jerking off to it.

For a variety of reasons, she and I lost touch for a while. And then, a few months ago, I got a text asking if I could come over and help her fix her xbox. Given the xbox is a closed system and outside the scope of my techie abilities and she knew it, I found her motives a little suspect. That said, I don't consider myself an above average guy, and think she is a way above average girl, so I brushed off the possiblity of a hook up and headed to her place to offer some assistance.

We had a few beers and I pretended to know something about the pile of PCB and electronic detritus that was previously her friend's xbox, and after several beers and several laughs, I said I had to go home and started heading for the door. We started to hug goodbye, but after about 20 seconds, she still hadn't let go... so I hugged her back, and started running my hands across her back and nuzzling my face in her neck. She moaned and then I knew it was on. Our slow hug quickly turned to furious kisses- I pushed her back against the wall and started to run my hands up the sides of her skirt and shirt, waiting for her to come to her senses. When it became clear that I was fully in charge of the situation, I quickly pealed off her shirt and pulled her thong down from below her skirt. She wasn't on birth control, and I didn't have condoms, so while we spent a little time fucking, most of our time was spent with her sucking me and me finger fucking her. This went on for hours- until I had to go home for the night, so we quickly made plans to pick up where we left off the following evening.

This time, we skipped any xbox-derived pretenses and we got straight to fucking around. Again, mostly fingering and oral. And as we got to know each other better, it became clear to me that she liked to be dominated. It started with some occasional choking, and once I saw how much she was getting off I added slapping to the mix. And she would just moan and beg for more. This kicked off a host of intimate 5-minute conversations (we didn't allow ourselves much downtime between orgasms) where I learned the extent of her submissive tendencies- where I told her I've always wanted a slave for a day, and she told me she's always wanted to be a slave.

Fast forward 2 months, and our master/slave relationship has led to some amazing experiences. When I read someone eles posts, I'm a big fan of details- so I apologize in advance for racing through this list. If there is an event you'd like to hear the details about, let me know and I'll tell you the story:
- she always asks me for permission to cum when we fuck.
- she is expected to send me three pics from her camera phone a week, and understands that failure to make the minimum will result in additional punishment.
- I generally get head whenever I demand it. On the occasions where I'd prefer to jerk off without her around, I still have the option of walking up to her and cumming in her mouth. This isn't planned or approved- I just show up and tell her to open her mouth and she complies.
- On a recent road trip, we stopped in hotels to use the bathroom (so much better than restaurant bathrooms) and then went into the hotel stairway where I would pull her skirt up, stockings down, thong to the side and fuck her.
- she will write whore, slut, and other humiliating words on her thighs and breasts and let me photogrpah and fuck her.
- I have made her spread her legs for me while I'm driving, so I can finger her (we are hoping to give a passerby a cheap thrill, but that hasn't happened yet)

As an added bonus, my slut craves the attention of other men (and occasionally, women)- and that's where you come in. Let me know if you have any requests and I'll instruct my whore to fulfill them. This includes Q&A, stories, posing, and maybe even video (no face shots- everyone's got an IRL identity to worry about). So motherless- show me what you got? Help me make my whore work for my affection.