Filthy slut Shauna fucking both her greedy holes for your viewing pleasure

So I started embracing my bi fantasies about three months ago, watching a ton of gay and trans porn. I'm a little shy, so I had not sought out being with a guy or trans. However, I have had a really filthy fantasy of going to one of our local porn stores and having some fun in the video booths and theater. I was hesitant until recently, when a conversation I had with another bi guy got me so horny I said "Fuck it, let's do this." Last night, I got up my nerve, slid on some a little too tight pants with no underwear and went to my local joint.

I've been in before just to jerk off to movies, but I was here for a different reason this times. I went to the desk and got about $20 in tokens and proceeded to the back where the booths are located. These are decent size booths that have holes big enough to allow comfortable access to cock and balls, as well as ass. Several guys were hanging around outside the booths, and other booths were occupied. None of the guys were what I would call very attractive, but that was fine because I'm not either. I made eye contact with several, then went into a booth, popped in my money, and immediately got naked. I felt so dirty and elated, just couldn't wait for the action to start.

It didn't take long. A stubby, fat cock appeared in the hole, nice big balls. I touched it, loving the feel in my hand. The guy stuck his hand in and fondled me as well. He whispered for me to turn around, and then he groped my ass, sliding a finger into my crack. It was fucking amazing for a guy who had only used a small dildo back there before. The desire to suck him overcame me. I dropped to my knees and started licking his cock and balls before taking his whole cock in my mouth. I was in heaven. I sucked him hard, slobbering all over his dick. I must have sucked his cock for 5 minutes, enjoying the feeling in my mouth. Then he whispered he was cumming. I kept licking and waited for the shot. When it came, it surprised me at how hard in hit my throat, and I nearly gagged. But I chugged a nice load. I have tasted my own cum, so I was prepared for the saltiness, and it was SO FUCKING GOOD. He pulled out, then whispered if I wanted some. Never one to turn down a blowjob, I stuck my cock through the hole. He was all over it, sloppily licking my balls before throating my cock. His technique was damn good, his tongue wrapping around my dick. It was the best BJ I have ever had. I moaned and shot my load down his throat within a couple of minutes. He whispered thanks and was quickly out the door.

I didn''t have to wait long for more fun. I learned not to lock the booth door if you were interested in a more ... personal ... experience. Just as I was finished cumming in the strange mouth, I heard the door open behind me. I turned to see a guy who appeared to be in his mid 50s. He was rubbing his bulging pants, looking at my ass. I knew what he wanted, and I was ready. I pulled away from the hole and started rubbing his bulge. I turned my back to him in away I could still rub him but give him access to my fat ass. He groped the hell out of me, grabbing my cheeks and sticking a finger up my hole. I writhed with pleasure, then begged him to fuck me. He unzipped and dropped his pants to reveal what had to be at least a 7" cock. I smiled devilishly, then got on my knees in that filthy room. I have never felt more like a fucking slut. He got down behind me, no condom, and licked my asshole, spitting in it. He spit several times on his cock, then slid in my tight ass. A small amount of pain shortly turned to absolute euphoria. I WAS GETTING FUCKED! He was slow at first, then sped up. I could feel his balls smacking my cheeks as he buried himself all the way in my man pussy. I groaned as softly as possible, loving every inch of his dick. He seemed to pound me for hours, though it was probably only about 10 minutes. I heard his breathing get faster, and I knew I was about to be bred. He got to the breaking point, stopped stroking, and with an audible "Oh fuck baby" he blew a huge load up my no longer virgin asshole. It filled my bowels, all warm and sticky. I was on cloud 9, so euphoric. He stayed in me until he got limp, then he pulled out and wiped the remaining cum on his cock on my ass cheeks. I immediately wiped this up with my hand and licked it all off, loving his jizz. He whispered thanks baby and told me how good a fuck I was, then left. I stayed in that position for a few seconds, loving how slutty I felt and reflecting how in the space of 15 minutes I had given my first blowjob, received my first from a guy, and gotten fucked for the first time. I felt filthy and happy..

The story is getting long, so to keep it short, I actually got fucked one more time that evening, taking a short cock from a fat guy. It wasn't quite as good as it was a little shorter than the first guy, but it still felt good, and he shot an even bigger load. This time, as it leaked out my ass, he fed some of it to me. Yum. I also got to give three more BJs and swallowed one small load and two large ones that nearly choked me. So my tally for the night: four loads of cum in my stomach plus the remnants of two more; two cocks in my ass that left two fucking huge loads; one very happy fucking slut.

I'm not done with this place. I'm going back this weekend. I think I may have also worked up the nerve to meet guys one on one. I'm looking into Grindr and other apps/sites that offer hookups. I just want to be as filthy and slutty as possible.

I sat at our little high-top table near the back of the crowded bar, nursing my whiskey and watching Christine like I always did — with that perfect mix of pride and hunger. It was New Year’s Eve, the place packed with people laughing, music thumping, lights flashing. She looked unbelievable in that black dress she’d picked out just for tonight  DRESS — the one in the photo you just saw. The deep V-neck plunged between her full breasts, the lace panels on the sides teasing glimpses of skin, and the scalloped hem barely reached mid-thigh. Every guy in the place had noticed her, but she was mine… at least until she wasn’t.Around 11:45 she leaned over, kissed my cheek, and said, “I’m going to grab us another round, babe. Be right back.” I watched her weave through the crowd toward the bar, hips swaying in that tight dress, long brown hair cascading down her back, black glasses perched on her nose. She looked so classy yet so fucking sexy.I lost sight of her for a minute in the throng, then spotted her at the bar. Some tall, good-looking guy in a crisp button-up shirt had slid in beside her. He was confident, smiling, saying something that made her laugh — that bright, genuine laugh I love. They started talking. He bought the drinks. I could see her body language shift: she tilted her head, touched her hair, leaned in a little closer. My stomach tightened, but my cock twitched too. I knew that look.Then the music changed to something slow and sultry. He offered his hand. She glanced back toward our table for half a second… then took it. They moved onto the dance floor, right in my line of sight. He pulled her in close — closer than a stranger should. Her arms went around his neck. His hands started on her waist, then slowly drifted lower. I watched his palms slide over the curve of her ass, squeezing gently at first, then more boldly as she didn’t pull away. She pressed her body against him, her breasts crushed to his chest, that deep cleavage on full display. They swayed together like they were the only two people in the room. His fingers traced the lace edges of her dress, dipping under the hem just a little. Her head rested on his shoulder, eyes half-closed. I could see her biting her lip.The countdown started. Ten… nine… eight… The whole bar roared along. At midnight the room exploded with cheers, confetti, kisses everywhere. But my eyes were locked on them. He tilted her chin up with one hand, and they kissed — deep, hungry, tongues clearly involved. Not a polite New Year’s peck. A full-on make-out, his hand still firmly on her ass, pulling her tighter. She kissed him back just as hard. My heart hammered. I was rock hard in my jeans.When the song ended he took her hand and led her toward the side door. They slipped out together before I could even stand up.A couple minutes later my phone buzzed. A text from Christine: “Hey babe, stepped out for a quick smoke. Be right back! Love you ❤️”Ten minutes passed. No sign of her. I finished my drink, heart pounding, and headed outside.The night air was cold. I stepped out the side door and froze. There they were, maybe thirteen feet away under the dim glow of a security light. Their backs were mostly to me. His arm was wrapped around her waist, hand resting possessively on the curve of her ass, fingers gently kneading. They were finishing their cigarettes, heads close, whispering and laughing softly together like old lovers. She looked so comfortable against him. Then he pulled her in and they kissed again — slow, deep, his other hand sliding up her back.I stepped back into the shadows by the door so they wouldn’t see me. My breath caught as they laced their fingers together and started walking, heading down toward the darker end of the building where a narrow alley ran between the bar and the next building.I waited a minute or two, pulse racing, then followed cautiously, staying in the shadows.The alley was pitch black except for one dim yellow light mounted on the brick wall about halfway down. I moved forward slowly, ears straining. I heard soft moans, the rustle of fabric, heavy breathing.I crept closer, heart slamming against my ribs, and finally saw them.Christine’s back was pressed against the cold brick wall, right under that single light. The tall stranger had her pinned there, his body flush against hers. His hands gripped her hips tightly, fingers digging into the lace of her dress. He was kissing her neck — slow, open-mouthed kisses, sucking and licking the sensitive skin just below her ear. Her head was tilted back, eyes closed, lips parted in a silent moan. One of her hands was in his hair, the other clutching his shoulder. The front of her dress had been tugged lower; one breast was nearly spilling out.I stayed hidden in the deeper shadows, cock throbbing painfully as I watched my wife give herself over to this stranger in a filthy alley on New Year’s Eve.His hands slid down, bunching the short hem of her dress up around her waist. I saw the flash of her black lace panties before his fingers slipped inside them. She gasped loudly, hips bucking against his hand as he started fingering her right there. “Oh fuck…” she whimpered — loud enough for me to hear. He kept kissing and biting her neck, whispering something dirty that made her moan louder.Then she dropped to her knees in the alley dirt, right in front of him. I watched her unzip his pants with eager hands, pull his hard cock out, and take him into her mouth — deep, sloppy, enthusiastic. Her head bobbed, glasses fogging up, saliva glistening on her lips. He groaned, tangling his fingers in her long brown hair, guiding her.After a few minutes he pulled her back up, spun her around so her hands were braced on the wall, and hiked her dress all the way up. He yanked her panties down just enough, spread her legs, and thrust into her from behind in one smooth motion. Christine cried out in pleasure, pushing back against him. He fucked her hard and deep against that brick wall — the wet sounds of it echoing in the alley, her moans getting louder and more desperate with every thrust. Her breasts bounced free of the dress now, nipples hard in the cold night air. He reached around to rub her clit while pounding into her, and I watched her whole body shake as she came hard, biting her lip to try to stay quiet.He didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through it, faster, until he groaned and buried himself deep, filling her as he came.They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, his cock still inside her, kissing lazily over her shoulder.I slipped back into the shadows before they could notice me, my own cock aching, mind spinning with everything I’d just witnessed.Christine eventually straightened her dress, fixed her hair, and gave him one last deep kiss. Then she started walking back toward the bar… back toward me.I beat her inside, sat down at our table like nothing had happened, heart still racing.When she slid back into her seat a minute later, flushed and glowing, she smiled at me innocently and said, “Miss me?”I just smiled back, knowing exactly what had just happened… and already wondering if she’d tell me later — or if this would be our dirty little secret forever

I confess that we are a mature professional couple who met because of our mutual interest in perverted, nasty sex. Our lives have now taken a path I never considered would happen but am very happy it has. I have always been attracted to women that are sluts and like being fucked by lots of cock. I've shared any woman I've had a relationship with since my early 20's. I have fucked many wives/gf's with and without their hub/bf present as well. When I met my GF several years ago, I quickly learned she was the most sexual woman I've ever met. She is a very horny slut that has regularly fucked new men since she very young.The more she shared with me about her sordid past the more I was attracted to her and fell in love with her.I encouraged her to continue fucking anyone she wanted even if I wasn't there. (which is often due to business travel) The large majority of our swinging was getting her fucked and used by other men, preferably groups of men and especially if they are black. So I pretty much made myself a cuck because nothing turns me on more the seeing the joy the woman I love gets out of being used like nothing but fuckmeat and a cum receptacle for most anyone. The one thing that was always an issue between us was her telling me she no longer could do a lot of the filthiest acts of debauchery without me being there, at least not as often or perverse. Our mutual favorite perversion is my eating her used cumfilled cunt after being fucked. She also LOVED my not having a problem with sucking cocks that were ready to or had just fucked her. She is so turned on watching me lick clean cocks that just dumped a load in her and suck them hard so they could fuck her again. It was much more of a turn on for both of us when I suck big black cocks. Whatever label that gives me I don't care. My sole interest in being a cocksucker is to give her pleasure. I have no attraction to men or their cocks other then to fuck her like she loves. Neither she or I consider me bi as some of the many self proclaimed experts that love dispensing their "wisdom" polluting sexually oriented sites. I certainly am a cocksucker and proud of it. Or should I say a cocksucking cuck like the love of my life loves me to be. Fortunately only of couple of men had to shown that it doesn't mean I am a wimpy, tiny dicked, sissy. Or that because my lady loves being a filthy, no limits cumpig it is an invitation to cause harm or injure her.
Here is where the change in our lives cums in. Whenever I return from out of town I encourage her to show up having been recently fucked and filled by one or preferably several men. And during our passionate sexual reunion have her give me the details. She did it sometimes but always made it like she only did it for me and that she couldn't think about other cocks fucking her the couple of days prior to my return. It has always caused friction as well as suspicion on my part that she had tempered many of her preferences. I just found my suspicions were more true then I could imagine as a result of her confession. Much to her relief I am more turned on then ever. What I didn't know about her is how much it turns her on to cheat and get over. Not only am I a willing cocksucking cock now but I accept that her body is owned by a couple of BBC Dom's who use her anyway they wish and let others do the same. I am a cocksucking cuck who has been eatiing strangers cum out of her just fucked cunt every single time I returned and didn't know it. And sometimes while I was eating their cum, they were watching me. As we speak she is out with her BBC Dom doing filthy depraved acts. And when she returns I will have to clean her and them before I can fuck her myself. For those who are into similar hot nasty fun I am willing to continue as well as share pics. I just hope the open minded perverts outnumber the pathetic moral cyber sluths that abound here.

What dream scenario cums to mind with her middle-aged natural pleasure fest of womanly beauty?

Describe where your fantasy would lead from these pics, as filthy and kinky as you like!

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