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Once again an Ashley Madison contact turns out to be fake. What a shock! This person, who went by the name "Vanessa," sent me a message and we traded four or five emails over the course of a week. She sent me five pictures in all, which I'm guessing came from some random Facebook account. She told a pretty convincing story: forty years old, in the midst of a divorce, born in Scotland and brought by her parents to the States when she was still a child. The parents died in a car wreck some years back. She was a freelance makeup artist who mostly worked on movie locations and, in this particular instance, was on a shoot in Turkey but planned to be back in our home town in about a week.

Her emails were long and personal, explaining that her husband had booted her out for a younger woman and how she hadn't had much luck on A/M until I responded to her initial inquiry. She also hadn't had sex in about a year, etc. But there were a few red flags that told me, pretty much right away, that this was going to be a scam. First, she never discussed what part of the city she lived in, while also mentioning nothing that would have indicated her familiarity with the area, despite my questions along those lines. And while her vocabulary was sophisticated, she occasionally used words that weren't quite what she meant, or expressions that seemed stilted. I've been an editor for many years and have a pretty good ear for when people are writing in English but it's not their first language. That was definitely the case here. Finally, her emails got sexual fairly quickly, as if we'd skipped a few steps in the normal man/woman getting-to-know-you phase.

I was curious to see where this would lead. So even being 95 percent sure this was bogus, I went along and provided equally engaging replies, while making sure not to give away any specific personal details. With her alleged "return to town" just a couple of days away, I was ready for the hook. And sure enough ...

In her final email to me, she wove a tale of woe that was equal parts entertaining and absurd. She claimed she needed to retrieve her makeup shipment from a local source, but the supplier had raised his prices and she didn't have enough cash to make up the difference. She claimed to ask the film production company to "give her a raise" but in the same sentence insisted they would only pay her upon completion of the job. She ended her email like this:

"What hurts most is that I do not have enough money on me to sort the bill and really hate myself for what I am about to do. I am at a crossroad, can you possibly lend me some money? I will pay back once I return home."

You see what I mean by the odd syntax?

OK -- there are so many things wrong with this scenario. First, if she was only retrieving her makeup supplies now, a couple of days before leaving for home, what the fuck had she been using on the movie set up to that point? Second, who goes to some foreign location as a makeup artist without having one's supplies in hand, since you could hardly expect to find the unique items she claimed to require in some random place in Turkey. Third, what kind of company that deals in such exotic items -- she insisted this was all custom stuff -- does not also take credit cards or, conversely, who goes overseas without having the means to withdraw funds from an ATM. It's fairly certain most places in Turkey are somehow connected to the international banking system, right?

Here was my reply:

Hi Vanessa:

No.

Nice story, though. And by the way, we say "crossroads," not crossroad.

Love,
Zac

Naturally I did not receive a reply. But just to play with this person's mind a bit more without giving away too much of my game, I sent this email the following morning:

Hi Vanessa,

So -- does this mean we're NOT getting together when you "return"? That's a shame. I was looking forward to sliding my talented tongue into your sweet "Scottish" pussy. Does it taste like haggis? LOL!

Your friend,
Zac

I've always had a fantasy of being a hotel room slut, but I've been thinking recently of all the ways I could be even more degraded during it. I always thought I would need to wait for a safe person to be with me and make sure I stayed safe and people followed the rules, but I realized I don't care about any of that any more. 

I want to just put an ad out and rent a hotel room and leave the door open for whoever wants to use me. I don't need someone to keep me safe because there's nothing I don't want done to me. whatever gets the person using me off turns me on. I want all my holes wrecked. I want to be covered and filled with cum. I don't care about the possibility of getting pregnant or beaten or drugged or filmed. I don't care about morals or hesitation or STIs or being permanently injured/disfigured.

feels like my life purpose, to be a good little fuck slut, used and discarded. it's all I'm good for.

I fuck this sissy crossdresser quite often. His face is not passable and he doesn't put much effort into dressing. With that being said I still get rock hard and get great cumshots out of it fucking him doggystyle. I've always been a guy who likes more slender built women even if their faces weren't the hottest so this works out pretty well for me. A lot of times I enjoy putting him all fours with porn playing and I just wreck his pale ass. It feels wrong because I've only been with women however I can't stop going back to fuck him.

I want to hate fuck and wreck this little slut. Whos with me?

The mall was a shithole, its flickering fluorescent lights buzzing like a dying wasp nest. Alex, 19, fresh off volleyball practice, strutted into the Victoria’s Secret PINK section like she was daring the world to fuck with her. Her father, Greg, trailed behind, cursing under his breath. He’d lost a stupid-ass bet—naming every goddamn Pixies song—and now he was stuck in this neon-lit cesspool of lace and cotton, his boots scuffing the grimy linoleum.Alex had just showered at the gym, her skin still slick, her hair dripping with that cheap coconut body wash that smelled like a tropical dumpster. But the shower didn’t scrub away the raw, feral energy of the court—her eyes fucking burned with it, sharp as broken glass. She zeroed in on a rack of PINK thongs, snatching a pair so goddamn skimpy they looked like they’d disintegrate if you breathed on them: hot pink, strings thinner than dental floss, with a cotton gusset that was more of a suggestion than actual fabric. “These,” she snarled, tossing them at the cashier, some dead-eyed hag who rang them up like she was already half-buried.Back home, Alex vanished into her room, the door slamming like a fucking sledgehammer. Greg collapsed onto the couch, the TV spitting static, the air in the house thick as shit, like something was breathing down his neck. He tried to shake off the mall’s sickly glow, but it stuck to him like sweat.Hours later, Alex sauntered out, her volleyball spandex shorts clinging to her thighs—black, glossy, so fucking tight they were basically see-through, the hot pink thong’s outline taunting him through the sheer fabric. She flicked something onto the living room floor: the PINK thong, crumpled, soaking wet, its strings frayed like they’d been chewed up by something alive. The cotton gusset was stained dark with sweat and grime, smeared with a yellowish muck that made Greg’s stomach lurch. The smell hit him like a punch to the face—musky, primal, a fucked-up mix of coconut body wash, volleyball court sweat, and something darker, like wet earth mixed with sweet, rotting fruit. It wasn’t just dirty; it was alive, burrowing into his lungs, making his head spin like he’d snorted something bad.Alex leaned against the doorway, her spandex shorts glinting under the flickering lights, the pink thong’s outline mocking him. Her lips curled into a smirk that screamed fuck you, her eyes glinting with something too goddamn sharp. “They’re fucking wrecked,” she said, her voice low, like she was laughing at the universe. “Practice was a bitch. Gonna need more.”Greg’s jaw clenched. “Alex, what the fuck? And where’s your goddamn homework? You think you can just skip that shit and leave your nasty-ass laundry everywhere?” His voice cracked, but his eyes were glued to the thong. The frayed strings twitched, the smell growing thicker, sweeter, pulling at something sick and wrong inside him. He wanted to scream, to throw the fucking thing out, but his body wouldn’t listen, his breath hitching as the scent clawed into him.She didn’t answer, just stood there, smirking, her see-through spandex shorts a fucking taunt. The room felt like a furnace, the walls sweating, the air pulsing with that smell—coconut, sweat, and something that wasn’t fucking human. Greg’s hands shook as he grabbed the thong off the floor, the strings slick and frayed, the gusset heavy with that rotten, intoxicating scent. He couldn’t stop himself. He brought it to his face, the smell flooding his senses—musky, sweet, metallic, like a fever dream you can’t wake up from. His mind screamed what the fuck are you doing?, but his body didn’t care.Then, rage kicked in. Alex’s smug-ass smirk, her skipped homework, the way she stood there like she fucking owned him—it was too much. He spat on the thong, a thick glob hitting the stained gusset, mixing with the wet grime. He tossed it back to the floor, cursing under his breath, thinking she hadn’t seen. But the smell didn’t fade; it got stronger, mocking him, curling around him like a noose. Alex turned and walked away, her spandex shorts glinting, leaving the thong there like a fucking landmine.The next day, Alex wore the same goddamn thong. Greg didn’t know how she didn’t notice the spit, the grime, the way it was falling apart. She strutted around in those see-through spandex shorts, the pink thong’s outline glaring through the fabric, wet and clinging like it was part of her skin. She went to volleyball practice, came back, and tossed another ruined thong on the floor—always wet, always stained, always reeking of that same sickening smell: coconut, sweat, and that sweet, decayed earthiness that made Greg’s head swim. Her smirk never faltered, her eyes glinting like she knew something he didn’t.It became a fucking ritual. Every day, Alex would shower, pull on those see-through spandex shorts, and leave a new PINK thong on the floor—wet, frayed, the strings curling like they were alive, the gusset soaked with sweat and grime. And every day, Greg would pick them up, cursing her for skipping her homework, for being such a reckless fucking mess. But he couldn’t stop himself. He’d sniff them, the smell hitting him like a musky, sweet, metallic, rotting, alive—pulling him deeper into something he couldn’t name. He’d spit on them sometimes, furious at her, at himself, but the thongs kept coming, always wet, always reeking, always there.One night, Greg stood over the latest thong, his hands shaking, the smell so thick it felt like it was choking him. Alex stood in the doorway, her spandex shorts glinting, the pink thong’s outline a fucking curse through the sheer fabric. “You’re so fucking pathetic,” she whispered, her voice echoing in his skull, layered with something that wasn’t her. The room tilted, the walls dripping, the thong’s strings writhing on the floor. “Keep sniffing, Dad. You’re already fucked

When I first met my wife and we were dating she would do some modeling. She did nude modeling not necessarily porn, but nude sexy modeling. She works with a photographer for a few times who would do bondage. He would tie her up naked in a bunch of different positions using those Japanese ropes. She's always had a great body and made really good money when we were first starting out dating. I went to a lot of these shoots.
The second time she worked with this one particular photographer once they got started, she'd be bound up tied into positions and he'd take photos. Then untie and move to another position and different ropes. Nothing super restrictive just more sexy than anything else.  After a few weeks or months with these photographers they'd send a copy of the photos digitally.  I just found out 10 years later, looking through a DVD of some old photos, that I never went through, that I could see her pussy getting super wet in one of the series. I have a photo of him zooming in on it, as it dripped to her thigh. Then he obviously said something because the next few pics, she's laughing. Then kneeling, then he's resting his cock, pulled from is jeans on her face. The next photo is her bent over the bed, soaked, he's close, hard AF, and the final pic she's reaching back between her legs aiming him in. Time stamps show 11 minutes later and she's tied up on the bed posing again, but her pussy is a wreck. She's obviously been fucked. Apparently right after sucking him. 
I was literally in the next room. She never told me and we have a great marriage. No cheating or any real issues at all. Until I discovered this. Do I tell her? Do I leave her? She sucked a dick and got fucked, with me 50 feet away, but we were only dating not married yet.
What do I do? I've attached a photo but removed her face.

I'm not sure if this is incest or cuckold or anything between that but I have this persistent fetish of watching my mum get fucked hard by my friends, a stranger, coworker, boss, teachers, bullies, whatever. I want to watch my mother on all four like a slut in heat worshipping a big dick like a whore sucking on a taxi driver's cock, riding my bestfriends with her wedding ring on or begging my aggressive bully to cum inside her womb and call him daddy.

Anyone got any leads on what this fetish is or what its called? Any idea on the subject or any comment on how you'll wreck my mum's cunt until she's enslaved to your cock is welcome as well.

A gamer friend of mine called me up, he wanted me to go with him to do some live action roleplaying for Halloween. I told him I wasn’t interested, that I was just going to chill at home with my wife. Wife told me to go with him and that she was going to chill with her girlfriend anyway (she’s bisexual). I shrugged. No big deal, it was a pretty boring Halloween so far.
I arrived at my friend’s house and followed him to some rented out warehouse.
“We’re playing Vampire the Masquerade, there are a lot of sexy women here bro, so if I disappear I’m nailing one of them,” he said with a smirk. This peaked my interest, and rightly so. I would come to find out that geeks are more open (or perhaps desperate) for sex than your average person at a bar. It was surreal.
My friend helped me make my character sheet. I had reservations about this, it seemed very silly and immature for a guy of my age to be doing.
“Remember, you’re Bruja – the Anarchist Vampire class,” and he rambled off a bunch of shit that I can’t even fucking remember. Red wine was prevalent. There was a $15 fee to enter but you got a plastic goblet and as much red wine as you wanted. I looked around, women in tight black corsets with milky white cleavage, black lipstick – some fat, some skinny, some voluptuous – all sexy as fuck.
I was dressed all in black, hair slicked back – and had a full goblet of wine. The wine was pretty sweet, I liked it. If I didn’t watch myself I could easily get hammered.
My friend knew people at this event, so he decided to flutter off and do his own thing leaving me to pretty much stand there and do nothing. I didn’t even know where he went off too.
I felt really fucking stupid.
“What do we have here,” a skinny guy said, eyeing me, “a piece of shit bruja out of his cage? Well? Speak when spoken to zealot!”
On his side he was flanked by two very sexy women. One was completely dressed in a black flowing dress while the other wore a red and black corset; a black miniskirt and thigh high fuck me boots. Damn.
“My apologies, I’m new around here. A friend left me to wander around and I can’t seem to find him.”
Well, that was the end of my short life as a vampire it seems. This guy was some super powerful ‘elitist vampire’ and knew I was a total newbie at the game and decided to kill me for experience points. Something I found really funny was the “rock paper scissors” game that determined if you hit the other person or not. Anyway, I lost and I was slaughtered. The girl in the miniskirt frowned, shook her head and then winked at me.
“Out of character: You can create another character,” the guy said as he walked off with the two hot ladies.
I did, I created a new character - but I decided to fill my goblet again and just sit down and do some people watching. A few people wandered up to me and talked to me.
One thing they would say if they wanted to talk normal to you is “Out of character before saying what they had to.”
Across the warehouse I notice a woman pull a tit out and a guy sink his fake vampire teeth into it. Interesting. Two vampire ladies were holding each other close romantically and kissed.
I looked down into my goblet of wine, thinking how much of an asshole my friend was for ditching me.
“Out of character: Are you still dead or did you create a new character?” I heard a soft woman’s voice say.
I looked up, it was the hot woman with the red corset. She had short black hair, pale white skin with dark red lipstick. Her tits were popping out of the corset with a passion, it was definitely too small for her. She was stunning. Her eyes were a cold blue, fake contacts but hot as hell. She smiled at me, showing me her damn near authentic looking fangs.
“Out of character: I made a new character, damn those fangs look real!” I said, blushing a bit because she obviously caught me checking her body out.
“I’m a oral hygienist, I work at a dentist’s office and crafted them myself! A lot of people here get me to make them for them, I charge from $300 to $500 depending on what people want done,” she said looking into my eyes. Then she added, “they’re sharp enough to actually work too. Glad you made a new character, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to play with you!” She laughed.
“Name is Megan,” she said smiling and shook my hand. I told her my name too.
She flicked one of the teeth with her pierced tongue. I wondered what she wanted from me.
She grabbed my hand, “let’s play.”
We walked around for a few hours, she introduced me to different people. My friend was nowhere in sight so I asked Megan about him.
“He’s probably involved in the blood orgy,” she said, “he usually is. I don’t like that aspect of it. I’m kinda shy and like my fucking to be a bit more personal, one on one… you know?” This is when she turned and looked directly into my eyes, it was a ‘fuck the shit out of me’ look and there was no denying it.
What in the actual fuck did I stumble into here? A LARP swingers group??
Her cobalt blue eyes pierced my soul as she looked at me. Holy shit, she wanted me to kiss her. My heart was beating insanely. My mouth met hers, our tongues intertwined. Instinctively I reached for one of her breasts, so soft and perfect. She moaned. She grabbed my hand and led me to ‘her lair’ which was a room (an old office?) that didn’t have any windows and a door that could be locked. She shut the door and lit a candle. Her hands fumbled to unbutton my pants; she pulled my pants and my underwear down and was immediately on her knees taking my dick inside her mouth. The teeth were sharp as fuck. Not going to lie, it hurt.
At that moment, guilt set in but not for me – just because I thought she needed to know that I couldn’t date her because I was a married man. Her mouth moved up and down my shaft, those teeth lightly grazing my cock, she’d bite down a bit sometimes.
“Out of character: I’m married,” I said as I gasped.
She stopped sucking on me, “Same. Here, in this world – you’re dead as am I, relax and let the world of the living slip away.” She gripped my cock and started sucking the tip, and flicked her piercing on the head. I wanted to bust a nut all over her pretty face, but I held off. My hands fingered through her silky black hair, I pulled her up to meet my lips once again. My hand went under her skirt, pushing the thong she wore to one side and I plunged a finger into her wet pussy. She moaned and bit my neck. That would leave a mark. I gripped her breast with my other hand and pulled it out of her corset. She undid her corset and let it fall to the ground, she slid out of her skirt and thong. She was naked all but the fuck me boots, her body was that of a goddess. Perfectly proportioned, I’ve never met a woman that I’ve fucked in real life that measured up to how perfect this woman was. She had a little tuff of black hair above her pussy, her skin was so milky white – it wasn’t makeup, Megan actually didn’t get a lot of sunlight.
She laid down on the ground and spread her legs, inviting me in. I mounted her missionary as she wrapped her legs around my back. Each and every thrust I felt her moving in synch with me, perfect rhythm and timing. Her soft tits were giggling with each thrust as my saliva dripped into her mouth with each kiss and lick. She grabbed me by the neck and pushed me to the side and mounted me. Her tits bounced up and down on my chest. I grabbed her beautiful round ass cheeks and spanked her as she moaned, riding my stiff cock. I grabbed at her full breasts and sucked on her rock hard nipples. I could feel her wetness dripping out of her pussy down my balls. She rode me for a good 20 minutes and suddenly started shaking, bucking and convulsing with one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever witnessed. She screamed with pleasure.
“Holy fuck,” she said, nearly breathless. Megan started bucking on my cock again, “your turn.”
She leaned down and kissed me with her soft red lips, then bit my neck again. I could feel her fake porcelain teeth puncturing my skin and I moaned. Her sharp blood red nails dug into my sides as she tried to hold me even closer. She felt how hard my cock was, and knew I was about to explode.
She looked into my eyes, “it’s okay,” she whispered, “I want your energy inside me,” and that did it for me… WAIT… ENERGY?!? I literally began to ejaculate load after load inside her as she bucked and fucked my cock like a pro. My stiff cock jumped inside her, hot pulsating shots of cum spraying deeper and deeper within her vaginal cavity. I let out a guttural grunt and moan with each and every ejaculation. Her pussy gripped me, like it knew exactly how to make me feel, like it knew how to keep my cock spraying cum for an eternity. I couldn’t stop cumming. Even when she dismounted me, my cock was jumping and cum was still dripping out of it. I can’t remember cumming so hard, ever. Who was this chick??
I felt her mouth take my cock, she cleaned me off. Megan rested her head on my chest.
“I’m in an open marriage in the land of the living,” I said, my body trying to get me to shut down and sleep.
“I’m not, I’m married to an asshole cop who is a drunk,” she whispered, “he fucks other women I’m sure of it.”
“My wife has a girlfriend, she says I can have one too. I mean, I know we just met and we just had sex…”
“I’ll give you my email address, not my phone number. God help you if we fall in love. I’d be that home wrecking bitch all you bastards are afraid of,” she said laughing.
“I won’t leave my wife, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you at all.”
We got dressed. We were only fucking for about an hour and people were still about. Megan showed me where the ‘blood orgy’ was taking place, and sure enough there was my friend – passed out with two naked women next to him. I laughed.
Megan looked at me, “what’s so funny?”
“Who would have thought that going to a roleplaying game on Halloween would end in getting laid and witnessing an orgy. You guys know how to party that is for sure.”
I kissed Megan goodnight, she held me tight and told me she didn’t want to let me go. I left my friend Kevin behind to sleep between to naked ladies. What an evening.
I got home and my wife was waiting up for me, “damn, you had fun!“ she said laughing and looking at my neck. “They think they’re real fucking vampires or something?”
“Maybe, but there sure was some real fucking going on,” I said. My wife smelled me, she could smell Megan’s perfume. She reached down the front of my pants and felt my cock, still damp from fucking and smelled her fingers, then licked them “I’d eat her out, she tastes nice,” my wife said kissing me on the lips.
“Yeah, it turns out – geeks have fun after all…”
I really want to date Megan. I don’t have a girlfriend, but Megan… oh Megan, I want more of her.
Not only did I get laid, but there was lesbians and everything under the sun going on at this event. It sparked my intrigue. Best. Halloween. Ever.

I can’t stop stretching and wrecking my hole. 🙈 I know it’s such a sloppy, ugly bucket hole now… but I can’t stop! It feels way too good to fist and open my cunt. Mmmmmm, fuck!

This msg board aint nothing but pathetic incel cuck boys talking to each other pretending to be women what the fuck is wrong with all you fucking fagots... Come on here to see some pussy and depraved women and you are all running around showing your loose wrecked ass holes and tiny pathetic little  dicks like any one wants that if a woman wont fuck you what makes you think a man will you stupid fucks keep that faggit shit on faggit threads. Nasty ass fucking fat fucking  fags