Philosophy of Sex

"I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy."
�Tom Clancy

"You know "that look" women get when they want sex? Me neither."
�Steve Martin

"Having sex is like playing bridge. If you don�t have a good partner, you�d better have a good hand."
�Woody Allen

"Bisexuality immediately doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night."
�Rodney Dangerfield

"There are a number of mechanical devices which increase sexual arousal, particularly in women. Chief among these is the Mercedes-Benz 380SL."
�Lynn Lavner

"Leaving sex to the feminists is like letting your dog vacation at the taxidermist."
�Matt Barry

"Sex at age 90 is like trying to shoot pool with a rope."
�Camille Paglia

"Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation. The other eight are unimportant."
�George Burns

"Women might be able to fake orgasms. But men can fake whole relationships."
�Sharon Stone

"My girlfriend always laughs during sex�-no matter what she�s reading."
�Steve Jobs (Founder, Apple Computers)

"My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch."
�Jack Nicholson

"Clinton lied. A man might forget where he parks or where he lives, but he never forgets oral sex, no matter how bad it is."
�Barbara Bush (Former US First Lady � and you didn�t think Barbara had a sense of humor)

"Ah, yes, divorce, from the Latin word meaning to rip out a man�s genitals through his wallet."
�Robin Williams

"Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month that I can be myself."
�Roseanne

"Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place."
�Billy Crystal

"According to a new survey, women say they feel more comfortable undressing in front of men than they do undressing in front of other women. They say that women are too judgmental, where, of course, men are just grateful."
�Robert De Niro

"There�s a new medical crisis. Doctors are reporting that many men are having allergic reactions to latex condoms. They say they cause severe swelling. So what�s the problem?"
�Dustin Hoffman

"There�s very little advice in men�s magazines, because men think, I know what I�m doing. Just show me somebody naked."
�Jerry Seinfeld

"Instead of getting married again, I�m going to find a woman I don�t like and just give her a house."
�Rod Stewart

i confess i lied to you all about being a writer for TWD. but i assure you, I AM a janitor at AMC and i happened to find an editor's script of the season finale. MASSIVE SPOILERS:

Rick's group decides to booby-trap the prison using explosives taken from Morgan then leave. The Governor and his men arrive and furiously attack the prison with heavy weaponry. seeing no one outside the go to the door, Allen opens it triggering an explosion. only a few more troops remain. They, along with The Governor, reach the holding cells inside. The Governor finds a note written by Rick that reads "Welcome to the Tombs". a close up shot of the emotionless face of The Governor, then cut to a shot the prison exploding. the note was a booby trap. Rick's group arrive at Woodbury. dialogue of surviving, how bad The Governor was, a new beginning etc etc. a truck arrives. its a severely burned The Governor. he reveals has Daryl tied up then, in front of everyone, angrily shoots him.

My mother and father were broken up before I was born and my mother's hatred for him was so great she did everything she could to keep me from knowing him. It wasn't until the courts stepped in at age 13 that I ever had any contact with him. This was also when I found out I had a 9 year old sister. Even though she's technically my "half" sister we never split hairs or any of that, we've always just been brother and sister, fuck the half bullshit.

Having spent the first thirteen years of my life not knowing I had a sister it was strange meeting her for the first time. My brain didn't connect the dots that this was blood to me and all I could think about was the cute little blonde girl who lived with my dad. Over a little bit of time as we got to know each other we began to goof around and play like brothers and sisters do. One of the ways we played was wrestling around a bit. One of our female cousins (a cute, chubby redhead) began joining in on the wrestling. My father and his brother were both a couple of grade A perverts, something I think rubbed off in the family DNA because at some point in time the wrestling game became a game of the girls trying to get to my junk. I would valiantly fight them off but on a couple occasions they managed to sneak a peek at my package. It only became worse the day they realized they were making me hard, causing them to double up on their efforts. Knowing they were turning me on seemed to give them a charge and a twinkle in their eyes. Although I never did manage to get a peek at any of my cousin's goodies I was lucky enough one day to pull my sister's top enough to get a full on view of her budding little boobies in all their naked glory. This is an image that has burned in my mind ever since.

Many of my adolescent masturbatory fantasies involved my sister and cousin. If they only knew how badly I wanted to put my cousin's round fat ass in the air and pummel her pussy while she licked my sister to an earth shattering orgasm...or how badly I wanted to lick sis to an earth shattering orgasm myself...

At the time I didn't know what to make of my feelings towards my sister. I just knew they were considered "taboo" and I couldn't speak of them to anybody. I also noticed as much as I wanted to bang our cousin hard, my threesome fantasies became one on one fantasies with cuz being the odd girl out. It wasn't a matter anymore of just wanting to fuck my sister, I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to hold her, caress her, kiss her, do all the things with her a romantic couple would do together. I secretly wanted her to be my girlfriend.

Only three short years after meeting my sister I was moved away to another state to be near other family who was living there. It would be another three years before I saw my sister again, sadly, at our father's funeral. By this time I was 19 and she was 15. Something I've always remembered from that time is seeing her standing in the lobby of the hall where the after funeral gathering was held. As I walked into the building she was standing there, alone, trying hard to be strong. Even under the circumstances I couldn't help but think how stunningly beautiful she looked. Knowing how badly she was hurting I wanted to take her in my arms and comfort her, the way a husband might comfort his wife. I settled for a simple brother to sister hug.

Shortly after that we lost track of each other. My stepmother and I never had the greatest relationship so I wasn't very much of a priority to her. She especially couldn't be bothered with me living in another state. I re-entered my sister's life a few years ago when I started wondering whatever happened to her and went searching for her online. I found a couple Facebook profiles that might have been her but I couldn't be sure because there were no pictures visible. Finally I found a profile that did have pictures and lo and behold, it was my long lost sister. A few years older, but still as hot as ever. I learned she now has three kids, the youngest and oldest being boys with a daughter in the middle. The daughter is damn near the spitting image of her grandmother, who despite our rocky relationship had the kind of body that made me fully understand why my father wanted to bang her.

During some of our conversations since being back in touch with each other my sister managed to rekindle a lot of what I felt when we were kids. One of the things she did in the beginning really had my head twisted around though. She would make comments to me that had sexual overtones, the kind of comments a woman would make to a guy she wanted to tease but certainly not to her brother, right? Being intrigued by the thought of my sister flirting with me and the possibility of some long standing fantasies becoming reality I would try to give her carefully crafted answers that could be taken as either naughty or innocent, depending on which way her responses drifted. Many times after fanning the flames she would respond with something like "EWWWW, INCEST!" after which I would explain the "innocent" version of my comment and ask her why she was the one thinking dirty like that. In the meantime I was a walking hard on thinking about the dirty ways my sister's comments to me could be taken and how many dirty ways I could take my sister. Just to make sure it wasn't me reading what I wanted to be into her comments I forwarded some of her text messages to a female friend who was well informed about my lust for sis. Even my friend said my sister's comments sounded more to her like she was trying to feel me out for a fuck instead of innocently talking to her brother. Over time the teasing comments died down, but just recently she did make a veiled comment about where her mind goes, hinting that her thoughts weren't very innocent.

Over the past several months my thoughts about my sister have increased. A lot of this is due to the fact that I'm now living near her again. Very recently I had the opportunity to see her again for the first time in about 20 years. As always she looked absolutely delicious. I couldn't help but run my eyes up and down her curves when she first stepped into my view. I also couldn't help but notice her "budding little boobies" are now far beyond budding and much larger than I remember them being at 15! I finally got to meet my nephews and niece in person and saw first hand that my niece has a body built for fucking that none of her pictures do justice to. Just what I need, another family member to have filthy incestual fantasies about lol

My fantasies of sis have never stopped, but since we've been back in contact they've become more frequent again and been infiltrated by the new details of her life. I find myself daydreaming about catching her oldest son fucking her and blackmailing her to let me join. I've fantasized about catching her sucking her daughter's juicy little twat, and I've even joined the two together and fantasized about catching her son fucking her while she goes deep sea pearl diving with her daughter. My number one fantasy about her though has nothing to do with anybody else, just me and her. If I could live any fantasy I wanted with my sister it would be to take her out on a dirty date in public. In my daydreams we go out for dinner, maybe a movie, and end up someplace like a bar or some other type of "adult entertainment" establishment. Nobody around us knows we're brother and sister. Nobody would even imagine we're related watching us carry on like a real couple instead of siblings. I'd have her sitting in my lap, grinding her ass against my cock while I kiss her, nibble on her neck, and sneak a rub between her legs every now and then, checking to see how much wetter her panties are than the last time I checked. I've had two different endings to the fantasy, the first being that our evening would end in a motel room, so turned on by the thought of playing with each other as brother and sister in front of an unsuspecting audience that we rip each other's clothes off as soon as the door is shut behind us and spend the rest of the night sucking and fucking each other's brains out like we really are boyfriend and girlfriend. The other ending to this fantasy is that we end up in a secluded corner surrounded by a bunch of horny boys and girls watching us fuck for them, cheering us on, having no clue they're watching a real life brother/sister show.

Although realistically I don't ever see anything happening between us I still have a part of my mind that holds out hope, given the teasing she did early on in our online reunion, and my friend's opinion that my sister is interested but afraid to follow through. I've only seen my sister once since I've been near her again and I really want to spend more time with her, but honestly, I'm afraid of what might happen if my friend is right and she really does harbor some of the same desires towards me that I do towards her. Right now it's only fantasy, but I know if by some twisted stroke of fate anything ever should happen, once we cross that line we'll never be able to come back. I also know if she ever does try to cross that line with me I'm going to do very little, if anything at all, to stop her.

Back in the 70's my parents were swingers. One day while searching dads darkroom for pot I ran across a big box of pics of mom in action. Most of them were lez action and some solo. In fact there was only a few pics of her with a guy, I could identify 4 different women. One of the women in the pics was my aunt (mom was adopted, so not real incest)

I used to jerk off to these several times a week starting when I was about 14 until I was 18 or so. At that time my parents got divorced and mom burned most of the prints.

Jump forward about 25 years and while cleaning out dads belongings I ran across a stack of old negatives and found a few (very few) of the lost images

Anyway let me know what you think, mom is the darker skinned woman in the pics

What the hell is wrong with people on this site? I'm a man, and I quite enjoy looking at Porn. But some of the shit I see on this site is ridiculous! A couple days ago I see Photos of a woman with her head severed. Tonight I get on and there's video of people killing dogs. I really wish I knew who did that to those dogs, they would all eat lead. Also the video of the American Soldiers throwing the puppy off the cliff. That's bullshit, those guys were pieces of shit. They need to be in Jail. Also all of this child porn and pictures of children on this site. You really need to see a Doctor, what you do is not normal. Or do you not know that? I really hope you all burn in hell.

I desperately want to set one of my farts on fire but I heard about people getting severe inside burns by doing that. How to do it safely?

We have to check in and out of our building with security at work, and there’s this cute young black girl who started working as a security guard a few months back. She is light-skinned and pretty and just a tiny little thing. I don’t have any pictures of her, but the one above is her “type”, to give you an idea. We have joked around with each other a bit over the last few weeks. She always calls me “Mister [my last name]”, and I call her “Miss [her first name]”. On Friday afternoons, I have been telling her about how I’m so ready to go get a beer. “Where’s my beer?” she asks me. When it happened again last Friday, I said that we should go get one together. She told me that she is only 18 and not old enough to go to the bar. I felt bad and figured I’d be nice, so I went down the street to buy her a 6-pack. I brought it back and told her to put it in her purse for later. She laughed and thanked me, and I told her to let me know if she needed any help drinking them. That sounded fun, she said. For the hell of it, I asked her when she was getting off work. She said was getting off work soon, and I told her that I would just wait in my car in the parking lot while I finished up on some emails.

I honestly wasn’t hitting on her or anything. I just wanted someone to go have a beer with before I went home to the wife and kids. When she finally came out, I told her to get in my SUV and we drove to a nearby park. We walked from the parking lot to a secluded bench by the lake there and sat down next to each other. We both opened a beer and we shot the shit before she eventually started telling me about her life. She still lived with her mom, and there was no dad or boyfriend in the picture. She didn’t have many friends, and no real close ones. She had moved around a lot as a kid while going to mostly white schools, and it was always hard for her to meet new people. She told me that she is afraid to get close to people because either she leaves or they do. She said that she had been feeling isolated and lonely during all this COVID stuff, and that she had no idea what to do with her life. Most of her high school classmates had gone onto college and she just felt left behind. It was all pretty raw, and while I felt dirty about it, her vulnerability and overall awkwardness was starting to turn me on.


I changed the subject by telling her that she was pretty and that I was sure that the boys all liked her. She said she’d never even been on a date before. I was incredulous, and started asking her more questions about her sex life. She had only kissed a few boys before and nothing came of it. I asked her in a teasing way if she was still a virgin, and to my shock, she said that she was. I told her it was fine to be a late bloomer but joked that she must be burning through the vibrators. She said that she had never even used one before. We laughed a bit and I joked about how all these young guys were sleeping on the job. I told her I would be all over her if I were her age, and that you’d need a crowbar to get me off of her. She giggled and there was an awkward silence.


I noticed that we were both out of beer and so I opened another one foreach of us. I started telling her a little about my life, but nothing too intense. Just a few funny stories from my past to lighten the mood. She laughed and told me that I was crazy. We eventually finished our beers and it felt like things were wrapping up a bit. I told her she was a beautiful young woman and that all those young men out there were fools for not seeing that. She thanked me and there was more awkward silence.

I stood up from the bench and pulled her up by the hand. I went to give her a hug and she just fell into me with one hand on my chest. I wasn’t expecting it at all, but sparks were clearly flying between us. We just stood there holding each other without saying a word for the next few minutes. I put my hand on her face and she looked up at me. I kissed her softly for about 15 seconds and then stopped. We looked at each other without saying anything. My cock stiffened up and I am absolutely sure that she could feel it pressing into her stomach. It was such a hot moment and we were both breathless and unsure what do do next. An older married white man and a lonely young black teenager half his size. Even when flirting with her, this had never even dawned on me as an actual possibility.

I told her to come with me and took her by the hand. We grabbed the other two beers and walked back to the parking lot together. No one else was around. I put the rear seats down and we laid down in the back of my SUV together on top of a blanket and just cuddled each other for a bit in the dark. I soon started to move my hands all over her to feel her young body. She was nervous but didn’t stop me. It felt like I was back in high school. I couldn’t believe it was happening. We kissed some more and I eventually started taking our clothes off. Once I got her naked I was blown away. It had been so long since I had been with a young woman. She had a super tight body and it was sensitive to my every touch. Skinny and petite with a bubble butt and perky tits. She had tight abs and you could see her hip bones sticking out.

I started to suck on her rock hard nipples while she moaned and then asked her if anyone had ever licked her pussy before. She said no, and I slid down and started kissing her stomach and inner thighs. Her body trembled with each kiss. I then sucked on her clit for several minutes. Her young pussy was shaved and she was soaking wet. It tasted so good and fresh. She eventually shuddered and I knew that she had cum for me. I asked her if it felt good and she said that it had. I moved up to rub my cock on her clit and she shuddered again while I did. I just kept sliding my cock up and down on her clit and eventually, the tip of my cock slipped into her pussy. She didn’t say a word and I just kept putting it slowly in and out. I asked her if it felt good and she nodded. 



As an older married man, it felt wrong on several levels. I knew that I was exploiting a vulnerable teenager’s innocence for my sexual pleasure but I just didn’t care. At least she was 18. I thought of stopping for a minute but there was just no way that was going to happen, even without a condom available. She was so tight and fresh, and I was too turned on. I’m pretty thick and didn’t think I would fit inside of her tiny body. I slid into her slowly. It would only go half way in and I just kept sliding it in and out. I started going a little harder and she winced a bit. I told her she was doing ok and that I would try not to hurt her. Eventually, I broke through her hymen and was able to slide all the way inside of her. It was so hot all the way inside of her and I could feel her blood leaking out onto me. I asked her if she was ok and while she was clearly in some pain, she nodded. I kissed her passionately and she wrapped her arms around my back and held me tightly. I kept going slow and it was sensuous. She was gasping for breaths and letting out little whimpers right into my ear. I had never taken a woman’s virginity before. I was so tempted to just hammer her roughly, but I honestly just didn’t want to hurt her and felt like her first time shouldn’t be like that. I told her she was beautiful and just tried to make it nice for her somehow.

She was shaking beneath me and grabbed at me while I continued to fuck her gently. I have never been inside a woman that was anywhere near as tight. It was like her pussy was grabbing at me, and I could practically feel her heartbeat on my cock. With each thrust, I had to push and pull just to get in and out of her. I tried to last as long as I could, but I was so worked up after a while that I just blew inside of her as hard as I have ever cum before. I fell on top of her and we kissed for a minute. I tried to slide my cock out of her and it had gotten so tight it was like her pussy didn’t want to let go of me.

We got dressed and went to the restroom in the park. While I was wiping her blood off of my cock in one of the stalls, it started to dawn on me what I had done. I had just just blown one of the biggest loads of my life inside of a confused teenager less than half my age while taking her virginity. That was a problem. I started to panic a little and couldn’t believe how stupid I was. It could easily wreck my marriage and even my job if I impregnated her. When she got back to the SUV, I asked her if she was on any birth control, and she said that she was not. I immediately drove her to the pharmacy to pick up some Plan B. I made her take it right in front of me in the parking lot just to be sure, then dropped her off just down the street from her house. I kissed her goodnight and told her she was beautiful again as she walked off.

I thought about her all weekend. What had just happened? Was it a one-time thing? And if not, what was it exactly? When I saw her at work on Monday, a few of us were checking in at the same time. I could tell right away that she was nervous. So was I, and I could feel the butterflies in my chest. I let the others check in first, and once it was just us alone, I told her I just wanted her to know that I really enjoyed seeing her the other night and getting to know her better. She was shy but smiled at me. I told her that I would love to spend more time with her sometime and she said, “I’d like that.” I could tell right then that she was probably already falling pretty hard for me. She could barely even make eye contact. That feels a bit weird and surreal as a married older white man more than twice her age, but I guess I was her first, after all. I asked her if she would let me take her out to dinner on Friday night, and she smiled and nodded. I asked her if she had a dress to wear. She said that she did. I told her to bring it to work with her, and that she could go change before we went out for an early dinner.

I booked us an early reservation for tomorrow night at nice restaurant that is in a fancy hotel near work. What I didn’t tell her is that I have also reserved us a nice room upstairs for afterwards. I made up some story for my wife about having to cover for a coworker out of town at some function on Saturday morning and am ready to stay the night. I’ll have some champagne and wine and some sex toys ready for us, and plan on taking a handful of viagra and expanding her sexual horizons all night long if she will let me. I think she is probably already starting to develop strong feelings for me as she undergoes this awakening about sex and love. I’m not dumb enough to think it can go anywhere beyond a fling, but I really do like her. She’s such a sweet kid and it is already some of the hottest sex I have ever had. I feel like I’m just going to ride it out and help to teach her about what sex and love are all about before turning her over to whomever life has next for her. I think it will be good for the both of us, and am grateful for the opportunity to cherish her for however long it lasts. In the meantime, she’s basically a blank canvas that I think I am going to be able to do anything I want with. We will work up to the kinky and rougher stuff soon enough but I don’t expect that to be a problem. If all goes well, she’ll be submissive putty in my hands to teach and mold as I please.

I can't wait for tomorrow.

Rose sprawled across her king-sized bed, her voluptuous figure hugged by a sheer black lace bodysuit that accentuated her D-cup breasts and flared hips. The busty brunette's long waves tumbled over her shoulders as she thumbed through Bumble, her profile a siren call for no-strings hookups. At 28, with an hourglass shape that screamed temptation, she fired off invites to a string of matches: 'Over now to pound me doggy and fill me up. Door's unlocked.' Replies pinged back fast, and she lined them up tight, starting at 8 PM, one every half-hour.

Jake burst in first, spotting Rose on all fours at the bed's edge, the bodysuit's crotch snapped open to bare her slick folds. The tall jock wasted no words, shedding his jeans to unleash his rigid length. He gripped her hips, aligning his tip with her entrance, and drove forward in one forceful shove, burying himself to the root. Rose gasped, arching as his girth split her walls, the lace clinging to her swaying tits. He hammered into her from behind, balls slapping her clit with each brutal thrust, her ass rippling under the impacts. She clawed the sheets, pushing back to take him deeper, the bodysuit's fabric rasping against her skin. 'Breed me,' she panted, and Jake obliged, his cock swelling before unleashing thick jets of cum straight into her core, the excess oozing out around his shaft. He pulled free with a slick pop, zipping up as she stayed bent over, semen trickling down her thighs. 'Send the next,' she murmured, and he was gone by 8:25.

Mark arrived at 8:30, the inked bad boy eyeing Rose's posed form, ass high, bodysuit framing her curves like a second skin. He dropped trou, his curved rod springing erect, and mounted her immediately, plunging into her cum-smeared pussy with a grunt. The angle let him grind deep, his hips pistoning against her plush cheeks, churning Jake's load into a creamy froth that leaked with every withdrawal. Rose moaned, her heavy breasts straining the lace as they jiggled forward, nipples peaking through the mesh. His fingers dug into her waist, yanking her onto him harder, the room echoing with wet smacks and her sharp cries. She clenched around him, milking his impending release, and soon he tensed, flooding her depths with fresh spurts that overflowed, dripping onto the mattress. By 8:55, he was out, leaving her quivering, the bodysuit damp with sweat and seed.

Tyler knocked at 9:00, the stocky brute finding Rose already repositioned, knees spread on the bed, the open snap exposing her puffy, glistening slit. He freed his stout cock, rubbing it along her folds to coat it in the mingled mess, then rammed home, stretching her anew. Rose bucked back, the pounding making her tits bounce wildly within the lace confines, her brunette mane whipping across her back. He rutted like an animal, hands spanning her ass to spread her wider, his thickness battering her cervix while prior cum squelched out in rhythmic pulses. She reached between her legs to circle her clit, heightening the burn, begging for more as pleasure coiled tight. Tyler's pace faltered, and he buried deep, roaring as ropes of hot semen erupted inside, adding to the sloppy fullness until it seeped past his base. He withdrew at 9:25, and Rose collapsed briefly, only to rise for the next, her body humming with excess.

Alex showed at 9:30, the polished suit stepping in to see Rose braced against the headboard, bodysuit taut over her flushed skin, rear presented invitingly. His trimmed shaft throbbed as he approached, sliding into her drenched heat without pause, the easy glide thanks to the building reservoir within. He gripped the lace straps crossing her back, using them for leverage to thrust long and steady, her ass cheeks flushing red from the slaps. Rose's walls fluttered around him, the friction sparking sparks as mixed loads bubbled free, coating his balls. She twisted to glance back, urging him on with husky demands, her breasts heaving against the fabric. As climax gripped him, he slammed forward one last time, pumping viscous cum into her overflowing channel, the warmth spreading deep. Out by 9:55, he left her panting, the bodysuit's lace now sticky and translucent in spots.

Derek pounded the door at 10:00, the burly laborer entering to claim Rose on hands and knees once more, her form a debauched display in the clinging black lace. His enormous cock, veined and heavy, nudged her entrance before surging in, the stretch drawing a throaty whine from her lips. He dominated the position, broad frame eclipsing hers as he pounded relentlessly, her body jolting forward with each powerful drive, tits threatening to spill from the bodysuit's cups. The accumulated semen frothed around his invading length, slicking their union, while Rose ground back, chasing the edge amid the fullness. His callused palms kneaded her ass, spreading it to watch himself disappear inside, grunting promises of breeding. She shattered first, pussy spasming, and he followed, unleashing a torrent that brimmed her to bursting, rivers of cum cascading down her legs as he finally eased out.

Dequan arrived at 10:30, the towering black man with a massive, thick cock that strained against his pants as he locked eyes on Rose's cum-soaked form, still arched on all fours in her black lace bodysuit. The fabric clung transparently to her sweat-slicked skin, her ass cheeks parted slightly from the night's fucking, pussy lips swollen and leaking a steady stream of mixed semen. He stripped quickly, his dark shaft springing free, long, girthy, and veined, easily the biggest she'd taken yet. Without a word, he positioned himself behind her, gripping her hips firmly and pressing his bulbous head against her drenched entrance. Rose whimpered in anticipation, pushing back as he thrust forward, his enormous cock spearing into her pussy inch by inch, stretching her walls to their limit around the slick reservoir of prior loads. The intrusion pushed out globs of cum that splattered onto the sheets, her body quaking from the fullness as he bottomed out, his heavy balls resting against her clit.

He began pounding her doggystyle with raw power, each slam jolting her forward, her D-cup tits swinging heavily in the lace cups, nipples scraping the fabric. Rose cried out, her fingers twisting into the bedding as his girth battered her depths, churning the accumulated semen into a frothy mess that coated his shaft and dripped from her folds. She rocked back to meet him, the burn of his size igniting fresh waves of pleasure, her pussy clenching greedily around every ridge and vein. Dequan's hands roamed her body, one sliding up to squeeze her breast through the bodysuit, pinching her nipple hard, while the other spread her ass cheek wider for deeper access. The room filled with the obscene squelch of his cock plunging through the sloppy wetness, her moans turning to screams as orgasms ripped through her, walls fluttering wildly.

After several minutes of relentless pussy-fucking, Dequan pulled out with a wet slurp, his cock glistening with the cocktail of cum and her juices. He didn't give her time to recover, instead aligning his slick tip with her tight asshole, the pucker already loosened from the night's exertions but still resistant to his immense size. Rose gasped, nodding eagerly as he pushed forward, the head popping past her ring with a pop that made her arch sharply. Inch by agonizing inch, he sank into her ass, the stretch burning deliciously as her body adjusted, the black lace bodysuit framing the erotic sight of his dark length disappearing between her pale cheeks. Fully seated, he groaned deeply, then started thrusting, slow at first to let her acclimate, then building to a punishing rhythm, his hips slapping against her ass with hard impacts.

Rose's body trembled, the dual sensations of fullness in her ass and the lingering ache in her pussy driving her wild. She reached down to rub her clit furiously, the added stimulation sending her over the edge again, her asshole spasming around his invading cock. Dequan gripped her waist tighter, pounding harder, the friction in her tight channel making his balls tighten. With a guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her ass, the excess bubbling out around his base and mixing with the streams running from her pussy. He held there for a moment, grinding deep, before withdrawing slowly, leaving her gaping and overflowing, semen from both holes trailing down her thighs.

Rose remained on the bed past 10:55, her busty silhouette sheathed in the rumpled black lace bodysuit, thighs slick with the night's collective deposits now amplified by Dequan's massive loads. Her pussy and ass throbbed, sated yet sparking ideas for another rapid round on Bumble, the thrill far from over.

I confess that I am a sex addict. I have taken multiple tests to determine if I am just overly horny, or indeed a sex addict, and on every test my score is at the extreme end of addiction. Sometimes I wonder how I am still alive. This is one true story:

I was driving west from the Chicago loop to the near west suburbs after work on Roosevelt Rd. The street cuts through the Pilsen neighborhood which is heavily Latino and ridden with gangs. Visually it is not a slum, quite the opposite. There are huge murals, Latin museums, and the food is awesome. There are ghetto used appliance stores and stuff, and I wouldn't want to live there, but it is not bad.

I was at a light and saw an attractive, yet rough, woman walking in the direction I was driving. Long cotton summer dress, mid 30's, blondish hair pull into a ponytail to keep her neck cool. She had on these huge dark sunglasses. I was staring at her because those few blocks always have streetwalkers on them. Making eye-contact is the initial sign that you are looking. I wasn't there because I was looking, but being a sex addict if the opportunity arises I can't pass it up. As she waited for the light to change so that she could cross I sensed she was looking at me, but hard to confirm.... until she smiled.

The light turned green and I drove off but parked in an open space on the next block ahead. I watched in the side mirror as she approached and instead of just coming up to my window she walked past me but made a slight gesture pointing to the next side-street. I rounded the corner and again parked and waited. This time she jumped right in and said, "Sorry, but there are undercover cops patrolling the area." She said that she had a place and guided me.

She pointed down an alley and to the side of brick three-flat that had a gravel driveway/backyard. In the alley were three or four gang-bangers which she said hello too. I should mention that I think she was white, but maybe half Latina. She said to park here. Thoughts did enter my mind that this was a planned robbery/murder, or that I would come out (if I came back out) and my car would be gone. The prize of potential pussy outweighed the risks. There were signs upon signs that this was a bad situation that could get worse, but I stayed.

She led be through a boarded-up door and down a short flight of concrete steps to the basement where I think she lived, or was more likely just squatting at. No lights except the natural light coming through spaces in the boarded windows. There was a twin size hospital bed and a metal rack with clothes hanging on it next to it.

Finally I was able to check her out and I noticed the track marks on her arms. Full junkie or crackhead. She took off her dress and her body was actually really nice: nice natural tits, maybe a C cups, not a washboard stomach but only slightly doughy with a c-section scar. Great ass and a nice pussy that was fully shaved. That was when I came to realize that those living conditions and the summer heat squatting in a burned-out hot and humid building made her pretty grimy and gross. The risk of disease, death, murder, arrest were all strong possibilities, but I still didn't stop.

She pulled out a condom, slipped it on, and started to give head while she was sitting on the bed and I was standing next to it. It took awhile to get it up, likely because I was more focused on my surroundings and if I was going to be attacked by someone lurking in the dark corners. After a few minutes she stopped and laid on the bed. I wish I had a lot of good details in this part but I don't. We did missionary, she got on top for a bit, and I hit her in doggie, but I wasn't able to cum. We actually had sex for quite a long time but my mind wasn't in it.

Have you ever wanted to cum so bad that you try to focus on the feelings, but you realize you are just focusing on staying focused? That is where I was mentally. She stunk, the room stunk, and we were both sweaty gritty messes on a sheet-less mattress that was just as damp and gross as we were. I asked her to finish (try) me off with more oral and she tried, but no avail. Several times I felt like I had reached the point were I was going to cum, but lost that feeling. After several more minutes I said that she could stop and that I wasn't going to cum.

I wiped off sweat and crime with a towel that was laying there, which was likely a previous John's cum rag. We got dressed and I realized that we never once discuss a fee. I had about $80 in cash on me and gave it to her and she said "thanks". I wonder if she would have been OK with $20 or nothing at all. Once dressed we walked out together past the gang-bangers that didn't so much as bat an eye at me. She asked me to drop her off near where I first saw her and I did.

I drove that way countless times again on my way home but never saw her again.