Does anybody else here think Millie Bobby Brown just basically dresses like an off-duty pornstar now? More power to her. She can do whatever she wants. But just for how famous she is, she isn't being modest. It's kinda trashy. Either way I like it. 

I searched the groups for women from specific states and found that there was not one for Tennessee. As anyone who has made a new group knows you gotta have at least 5 members before it'll go public. This is your call to duty Volunteer State. Join up so we can gather up some West, Middle, and East Tennessee ladies. ( Though not necessarily lady like )

Looking for a homemade video of a guy fucking his girlfriend(also in the ass) while shes laying on her stomache playing a video game (Call of duty i think)
thanks

Always remember.... Being a good whore takes work and dedication.... Lack of Self-improvement, and dedication to your duties is not an option, you will be discarded ....

I've been married to Jacqui for five years. We'd been dating for a couple of years before that. Jacqui married me when she was nineteen. We met through our interest in amateur dramatics. Jacqui joined a small theatre company that I was a member of. We rehearse once or twice a week. It wasn't until last year when we got a new director that we started performing more interesting plays. Before it had all been musicals etc, but now we moved onto more adult themes. It wasn't suddenly all sex and violence, but we started doing plays with a bit of nudity or bedroom scenes.

We all enjoyed the change. At first it didn't really affect Jacqui and I as we normally only had small roles but things changed last year when Jacqui was given an important role in a new play. It was only late one evening while we were reading through the script at home that we realised that the role called for Jacqui to appear naked in some scenes. In several others she was required to only wear underwear and towards the end of the play she would get involved in a love scene with the leading actor which would mean him stripping Jacqui first down to just her panties and generally groping her all over and then removing her panties and supposedly making love to her in a bed.

This caused both of us to think deeply as to whether we wanted to be involved in this. In the end we decided that as the play was in good taste and that the love scenes had artistic merit it would be foolish and prudish for Jacqui to say that she wouldn't do them.

I think it actually added a bit of spice to our relationship because certainly later that night as I mounted Jacqui my thoughts were of my pretty, young wife being naked amongst our fellow actors, some of whom we regarded as friends. I think Jacqui found it exciting too because she was very wet when I entered her but, unfortunately, the excitement was too much for me and I came in her after only a couple of minutes. I finished Jacqui off by using my fingers and tongue on her clit and pussy. This is very effective with Jacqui. She has very prominent pussy lips which are very sensitive, they hang at least an inch down from her hole, and her clit is also very visible, standing clearly out from the surrounding folds of skin even before she is aroused.

We both derive great pleasure from the attention I lavish on her pussy lips. I can spend hours sucking and pulling on them to elongate them even further. Jacqui often keeps her pubic mound shaved and this only accentuates her long, hanging lips even further.

It was while I was using my mouth on her that evening that I realised that not only would Jacqui be naked amongst our friends but she would also be revealing to everyone the fact that she shaves her pussy. Strangely I found the thought exciting. It had never occurred to me before that the thought of my wife being seen naked in public and being groped by another man would be erotic to me but we both had a good time in bed that evening.

Over the next few weeks we had many rehearsals and it was kind of strange to see my wife in the arms of another man, in this case the lead actor Ken. We hadn't had a dress rehearsal yet so Jacqui hadn't had to strip off in front of everyone but the thought of her doing this kept us very active in the bedroom.

We were both very excited after coming home one evening after we had spent a few hours rehearsing the scenes where Jacqui has her breasts felt by Ken in the play. Although she had her clothes on for the rehearsal and we were only really going over the dialogue, Ken still used to opportunity to give Jacqui a good feel. From where I stood at the edge of the stage I could see Ken caressing and stroking Jacqui's breasts through her blouse. At one point he ran his hands down over her ass and lifted her short skirt at the back and we could all see his fingers briefly slip inside the edge of her panties. There was no objection from Jacqui and certainly everyone else on the cast was enjoying seeing my pretty wife being felt up by her handsome partner on stage. I was finding this exciting too, and I had plenty of time to watch them as I only had a small part to play in this production.

Each evening when we came home from the hall where we had been practising we would go straight to the bedroom where Jacqui would immediately lay on the bed. I would spend the next hour or so with my face between her thighs as I gnawed and sucked on her juicy cunt lips. Quite often I would not even get to fuck her. Jacqui would have several orgasms while I ate and sucked at her sweet pussy.Sometimes she would rub me off afterwards, sometimes not.

Eventually the time came where we had a full dress rehearsal, or in Jacqui's case it should have been undress rehearsal as she spent most of the day and evening absolutely naked. It was mid morning on a Saturday and the first scene we went through was where Jacqui gets naked out of a bed to meet her on-stage lover Ken. Jacqui arrived on stage wearing a loose gown which came down to mid thigh. I had wondered why the hall was so busy on that morning as at least half of the men present had no real need to be there. I then realised that they had turned up to see my wife strip off on stage. All eyes were on Jacqui when the time came for her to shed the gown and get under the covers. I thought she might have slipped into the bed while still wearing it and then taken it off under the bed covers, but no, she removed it in front of us all and actually stood facing us absolutely naked.

I knew that all the men in the hall were looking at her body, there were about fifteen of us hanging around that Saturday morning. As she stood before us, raised as she was a few feet up on the stage, I knew that I wasn't the only man to let his eyes drift down past her full breasts to her shaven pussy with her cunt lips clearly hanging down between her white thighs.

Jacqui seemed to revel in the stares of the men and was in no hurry to cover herself up. Eventually, however, she got into the bed and the rehearsal commenced. For the rest of that day until we went home in the evening Jacqui didn't put her clothes back on. All the men were treated to the sight of my wife displaying herself openly. The bedroom love scene with Ken is only a couple of minutes in the play but seemed to take hours to rehearse that day as Ken was allowed time after time to feel her breasts and ass and then lay her on the bed and eventually lie on top of her to simulate sex.

I'm sure all the men watching were turned on by the action on stage, because every man loves to see a pretty girl being made love to. I know I was turned on too by seeing my young wife naked with another man. Several times I had to adjust my trousers, especially when Ken lay naked on top of Jacqui and began moving his body up and down for realism. We all noticed that Ken was sporting a semi hard on when he dismounted from Jacqui each time and on one occasion I could see his thickening member lying between her engorged pussy lips, which was partly due to Jacqui raising her legs around Ken's waist, which wasn't actually called for in the script.

Our director called for a coffee break as Ken lay between Jacqui's spread thighs, his buttocks rising and falling gently. It was my duty that day to do the coffee and it was a peculiar feeling handing mugs of steaming coffee around as my wife lay in bed with another man. As I took theirs over to them I noticed that Ken had pulled the covers over their naked bodies but that he was still lying on top of Jacqui. I also noticed that Ken's body was still moving up and down in the simulation of sex, perhaps more so than it was earlier. Ken turned to me and grinned as I placed their mugs by the side of the bed. I knelt down by the head of the bed intending to talk to Jacqui during the break and it was then that I noticed the flushed look on her face. It suddenly dawned on me that they weren't simulating sex, Ken was actually fucking my wife as I knelt beside them. I felt such a fool for not realising sooner what they were doing. I felt humiliated and didn't know quite what to do. In the end I did nothing and just knelt there as Ken's movements under the sheets became more and more obvious. At one stage Jacqui began to make small crying noises as Ken brought her to a climax. It is to my shame that it was me who covered her mouth with my hand to quieten her. With my hand on her mouth I could feel her shudders as the orgasm took her, I could also feel the vibrations as Ken ejaculated into her at the same time.

It must have been obvious to everyone else in the hall what was going on. I felt totally humiliated by the situation but I also had a raging hard on in my trousers. Ken actually said thank you to me as I took my hand away from Jacqui's mouth. There was further *********** as, a few minutes later, Ken pushed the covers back and lifted himself off my wife. I think all the men present probably saw him slip his long cock out of Jacqui's hole. He certainly wasn't hiding anything as he walked across to the front of the stage to talk with his mates. His foreskin was pulled back and the head of his cock was glistening with his and Jacqui's love juices. There was even a small string of cum still hanging from the tip of his cock. He was making it clear to all his friends that he had just fucked my wife.

Like the cuckolded husband that I was, I helped my freshly fucked wife to her feet. Worse was to follow, as I took her hand to lead her away to the cloakroom I noticed that there was a large wet stain in the centre of the bed. Ken's cum had already started to run from my wife's stretched pussy and more of it ran down her thighs as we walked to the side of the stage. At one point Jacqui actually put her hand between her legs to stop the flow dripping onto the wooden floor of the stage. Her hand came away coated in Ken's cum. I was shocked when she absentmindedly put the fingers to her mouth to clean them.

My face was burning with embarrassment at the episode but I was also so turned on that when we reached the cloakroom I pulled Jacqui inside and, without bothering to close the door properly, I turned her around and bent her over the wash basin. I kept one hand on her back as I released my penis from my pants and in one movement I slipped straight into her from behind. I couldn't believe how wet she was. I was also amazed that she seemed so loose, there was little or no feeling from the walls of her cunt. Ken must have really stretched her when he fucked her because my rock hard cock was hardly touching the edges. I thought I might have difficulty cumming in such a large, stretched hole but it was when I glanced down and saw my cock covered with another mans cum that I suddenly started shooting my load into her.

Jacqui and I got ourselves cleaned up after that. We had a quick kiss and cuddle and she said she was glad that I'd fucked her after Ken because it showed that I wasn't mad at her. We kissed again and made our way back to the stage.

The remainder of the day went by fairly quickly. It was later, when we got home, that we next spoke about what had happened. I admitted that it had turned me on. Jacqui, for her part, admitted that she found Ken very attractive and had been fantasising about him for some time. She apologised for acting like a slut in front of our friends, but I surprised myself by saying that I liked her acting like that. I asked Jacqui what it felt like to have had another cock inside her as she had been a virgin when we had met. She told me that although she still loved me, she also loved the feel of Ken's much larger cock inside her. She said he had really filled her and that she could actually feel him inside her which she couldn't always with me. We made love well into the night with Jacqui eventually bringing me off with her hand because she said she felt too sore to have me inside her.

From that Saturday onwards there was very little pretence that Ken wasn't actually fucking my wife at every opportunity. Whether it was as part of the rehearsal for the play or during the breaks in between Ken would shove his fat cock up my darling wife. After each rehearsal of the bedroom scene the sheets would need to be changed as Ken deposited his spunk up my wife and a spreading wet patch would be evident on the bed.

Often I would go home on my own as Ken drove Jacqui off to his flat to continue their lovemaking on into the night. She would come home to me in the early hours of the following morning with his cum still running down her legs.

I had stopped fucking Jacqui myself by this time. First of all she was getting no pleasure from it because she couldn't feel my little cock inside her stretched hole anymore. Secondly, she had developed a habit of sliding her shaven pussy over my face as soon as she returned home to me and I would shoot my load onto my stomach as I sucked her long cunt lips into my mouth. The taste and feel of Ken's spunk as it ran from her hole and dripped from her raw looking lips onto my face was too much and my hand would drift down to my hard cock and I would bring myself off with a few strokes.

It had taken only a matter of a few weeks for me to change from a normal married man to this stranger who waited at home while his wife went off with her lover and then performed oral sex on her after she returned. Our week long stint at the local theatre went well and we got rave reviews from the local press. Apparently they liked the realism of some of the scenes. Jacqui was now a changed woman. She loved the attention she was getting and she admitted later that exposing herself on stage before a couple of hundred people really turned her on. I'm not sure if the audience realised that she was getting fucked on stage each night but the rest of the cast and stage hands certainly knew. I only found out later that she had let two other men have access to her body during the run of the show. One was the director, Gavin, the other was Ted who worked the curtains.

Since that show approximately half the cast have had sex with my wife, some on a regular basis and others as a one off. All our friends are aware of Jacqui's infidelities and most of them are also aware that my sexual preference these days is to use my tongue on my wife's well fucked cunt. There is nothing more pleasurable than the feel of Jacqui straddling my face with her slimy cunt and seeing her raw red pussy lips running with another mans cum.

What's the best job for a slut that seems normal/innocent to outsiders but gives the ability for a woman to offer up her body during the day? Do I just need to find a boss who doesn't worry about sexual harassment? Seriously looking for a job and want to have sex as part of my work or duties. I'd be a good secretary LOL and I don't care about fucking married men either, so all men or women could play with me.

Any ideas?

This is relatively tame for here, but I guess that comes with being honest with the story.

I was roped into doing chaparone/bouncer duty by a friend of mine for a party her younger sister threw. The younger sister's 18, and the guests were a bunch of high school seniors.

It was loud, but I brought earplugs. The music was crap, but I brought earplugs.

There was a lot of drinking going on, and I could tell by the odor floating through the house that some of the guests had brought weed. Considering that my friend's parents are stoner as stoners can be, I didn't raise a fuss. I was there to collect the door fee, keep people out of the mechanical room, and make sure some idiot doesn't try to jump off a balcony.

Despite some very low bustiers and short skirts, which I certainly did enjoy, I didn't see a single bit of skin that wasn't meant to be shown all night.

What was hot as could be, however, was going to find the 18-year-old hostess to ask a question, and finding her in a passionate kiss with one of her female friends. The crowd had their phones out to record it. I'm still prowling the net looking for one of those videos.

20M looking for a consistent older man in DFW that wants to feminize me slowly, i’m looking to visit over night regularly, mail my lingerie there, and preform any house duties assigned to me, in DFW, black bi and vers

I've lurked on this site for a long time and just spent a while reading these confession posts. I thought I'd share an experience I had with my ex a couple of years ago - it's certainly not as depraved as some stories here, but 100% true, which I doubt could be said for the majority.

To give some background, when these events happened we'd been together a little under a year and living together for 6 months or so. We had a very healthy and active sex life, a little kinky (anal, toys, porn, etc.) but nothing that would probably even feature on the radar of the majority of posters here. I was in my early 30s, and she was in her mid 30s, very pretty, very petite, dyed auburn hair, perky C cup breasts. There will be no pics to preserve the anonymity of all parties, so don't bother asking.

She had been away for a few days visiting relatives, and she was always very horny after she had not seen me for a while. She texted me on her journey home to say that she wanted me, or words to that effect. I could tell she was a little tipsy from drinking in the buffet car on the train, and I had also probably had going on a bottle and a half of wine earlier that day. I was really horny and was looking forward to her return, so I replied "When you come in, don't say a word. Go to the bathroom and freshen up, then take off all your clothes and stand in the hallway facing the front door. Keep your glasses on. Start playing with your pussy. When I come out, do what I tell you." She replied "Yes Sir", so I knew she'd be game - but she had no idea what to expect.

I turned on the heating in the hallway (wouldn't want to get cold!) and set up my laptop on the table, with a porn clip on freeze frame with a girl getting fucked in the ass really hard. I didn't know exactly when she'd get back, so I just stayed in the living room, drinking a bit more and watching TV.

An hour and a half so later, I heard her come in and go into the bathroom. I waited till I heard her came back out and after a minute or so I came out into the hallway with a vibrator and KY jelly, which I placed on the table next to the laptop. She was already moaning lightly from rubbing her clit. I didn't say a word and came up behind her. I cupped one of her tits with one hand while sliding my finger out of her already wet pussy with another and kissing her on the neck to get her warmed up - gentle to start, in preparation of what was to come. Then I noticed she wasn't wearing her glasses, so I took off my belt and spanked her ass fairly hard. She jumped a little with each stroke of the belt. "Where are your glasses?" "Sorry sir, I forgot". "Go and get them", and she dutifully did.

I soon as she came back from the bathroom with her glasses on, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. "On your knees" I said sternly. She did as she was told. I took my cock out and started roughly thrusting it into her mouth. It quickly got rock hard (I'm about 7.5 inches) and I grabbed the back of her head so that I was getting the full length in with every thrust. She gagged a little but couldn't speak to complain due to the fact she was getting her face roughly fucked. After a couple of minutes of this I pulled my cock out and started jacking it over her face. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out without me needing to tell her, and pretty soon I shot a 3-roper over her face and glasses and in her mouth. Usually she would clean up after this point with a napkin or a towel, but I had other ideas.

"Get on all fours in front of the laptop" I instructed. She did and I hit "play" on the video, with a woman moaning loudly with pleasure and pain as she got roughly pounded in her ass by a guy with a big cock. As she is on all fours watching this video with my cum dripping down her face, I spanked her a couple of times more with the belt, harder this time. "You know what's going to happen next?" I asked. "Yes sir" she whimpered.
As I was waiting to get hard again I would wipe some cum off her face with my finger and feed it to her. It didn't take very long at all before I was again in full tumescence. "Up back in front of the door" I told her. She stood up and faced the door again as my cock got harder than I imagined possible, with thoughts of what an obedient little slut she'd become. I came up behind her and handed her the vibrator as I lubed up her tight asshole with the KY.

Without much fanfare, I jammed my cock into her ass. She jumped and whimpered but didn't say anything. As I started thrusting and her ass become more receptive, I put my arm around her neck, choking her lightly. "Put the vibrator in your pussy" I ordered. We had tried this before but hadn't managed to get it to fit because she was so petite and tight and couldn't take my cock in her ass and the vibrator in her pussy simultaneously. This time she was so horny and wet that she managed to get it in with little difficulty.

She moaned as I continued fucking her, making sure to get the full length of my cock inside her with each reciprocating motion. "Where's my cock?" I asked. "In my ass, sir" came the whimpering reply. "Are you a little slut who likes getting double penetrated?" - I pulled her hair back again. "Yes sir" she replied subserviently.

Very soon she was experiencing wave after wave of orgasm, and between the idea of my cum still dripping down her face and my cock rubbing against the vibrator through the "wall" I couldn't hold much longer either. Soon I was filling her asshole up with streams of cum. As I came I loosened my grip on her hair and took my arm off her neck and she almost collapsed from all the sensations she was experiencing. I pulled my cock out of her ass, turned her around and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. "Good girl, you've been a very good girl" I said. "Now go and get cleaned up." As she ran off to the bathroom, I could see she was on the verge of tears, clearly confused about how to feel about what she'd just experienced.

I cleaned myself up in the kitchen and waited for her to rejoin me. After she came back she wanted to cuddle and wanted me to be gentle with her, which I of course did. "Oh, by the way, hello and how was your trip?" I smiled.

That day opened the door to avenues of role play and domination that I had not theretofore experienced, but I'll save those stories for another day. Hope you perverts enjoy the story, and if there are any girls on here looking for similar treatment, hit me up!

Daddy made me post these for everyone to enjoy, he said that it’s my civic duty as a nigger slut. 

55 M here. Looking for a FEMALE 18-25 who's willing to be my 24/7 fuck toy. You wouldn't have to work but you'd of course still do all the female duties of cooking, cleaning, etc.
Must be willing to relocate to me.
DM me if you're serious.

Preparing to Duty a Whore

Confession: Everytime my guy friends or guys at the cigar lounge enjoy a cigar, I'm restraining myself not to offer them a blowjob. If a man is enjoying a cigar and scotch, I feel like it's my duty to pleasure him while he's relaxing.

55 M. Looking for a younger Female(18-25ish) to be my 24/7 fuck toy.
You won't have to work. I know there are some females out there who want this.
You'd do all the female duties. Cook, clean, etc. Must be willing to re locate to me.

DM me only. SERIOUS REPLIES ONLY.

Any input on this story I'm writing about a teen gangbang?

I was always a horny girl, but the dirtiest night of my life was shortly after I turned 18. I had just graduated from high school, but I had only had sex twice. Both times, it was fantastically awkward and I loved it. Most recently was at the start of Senior year, and now I was getting ready to leave the state for college. I felt wild, I wanted to hit my new school with a sexual gusto - I needed experience. I had been fantasizing for a couple years of a gangbang. Through my two sexual encounters and a few blowjobs and handjobs, I had learned that I loved to please others. The idea of being able to please a group of men all at the same time excited me in a special way that nothing else did. I wanted to be a memorable experience, I wanted to be the girl that no one forgot.
I have always been a tiny girl. Short and petite. Small, B-cup breasts with perky pink nipples. My ass is small, but round. I have dark red hair that goes down to my nipples. While I wouldn’t say I got no attention in school, I wasn’t exactly popular. One night that summer after graduation, I was hanging out with a girl I barely knew for the first time, and some guys from school invited her to a party. She asked if I’d like to go, and we reasoned that we had nothing better to do. It was a long drive, though, about 45 minutes out of the city. On the way there, I started thinking about fucking a guy at the party, and I decided that my opportunities to be a freak in my home town were dwindling. I decided that I was getting laid that night one way or another.
When we got to the party, it wasn’t much of a “party”, but just a group of guys hanging out and drinking out in the boonies. The house was secluded, with very few other homes around - a recent development. There were eight of them, and we were the only two girls in attendance. After a courtesy beer, the girl I was with pulled me aside and told me that she felt outnumbered and awkward and she was leaving. We had just driven so far that I wasn’t ready to turn around and head home. After a short argument, I told her that she should leave me, and that I would get a ride home from one of the guys later that night. A good friend never would have left me alone with eight guys that night, but luckily for me she wasn’t a good friend, just an acquaintance.
I started to think about ways that I could go wild and felt myself getting wet. I was young and naive and didn’t know how to come out and say “Hey, I want to have sex with you guys!”. I decided to pretend to get extremely drunk, figuring that if they thought I was blacking out, I couldn’t be held accountable for my actions.
After my friend left, I nursed a single beer for about an hour, but pretended to be increasingly intoxicated. Once I felt my act was in good standing, I decided to make my move.
One of the guys was sitting alone on the couch, so I cuddled up next to him and pretended I was passing out. He asked if I wanted him to take me home, but I didn’t respond. After a minute or two I laid down on the couch with my head in his lap. He began stroking my hair, which made me feel like I was in good hands. I could feel a moisture spreading throughout my panties.
Growing hornier by the second and desperate to move things forward, I began to nuzzle my face against his cock, feeling it slowly grow hard and press against my face. He cleared his throat nervously.
Another guy must have started to notice what was happening, and sat by my feet. He put a hand on my foot at first, then sheepishly moved it up the back of my leg until he was squeezing my ass. They started to murmur about me, and the rest of the guys were gathering around.
I started teasing the second guy’s cock with my foot. They were all talking about me as if I wasn’t there, calling me a drunk slut. They thought I had blacked out. Playing the role was turning me on, I liked hearing what they really wanted to say about me, not what they thought I wanted to hear.

“I bet I could get her to suck my dick.”

It was the first guy. His friends started egging him on, they wanted a show. He reached down, unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly, then his dick came out. I immediately gobbled it up. It wasn’t particularly big, so it was easy for me to take deep, even at 18. After ramming it down my throat, I backed up and went for a slower method. I wanted to give these boys the show they wanted. I liked the idea of being the girl they would never forget, giving them an experience they would masturbate to the memory of for the rest of their lives.
I gently kissed his balls, followed by a long, wet lick up the shaft. I alternated between vigorously licking the underside of the head, and shoving the entire cock down my throat. The guys started to cheer, and I was feeling like a real champion. When he announced that he was going to cum, I doubled down on his cock and let the full length of his shaft rub against my tongue. He came like a geyser, there was so much that it started spilling out of my mouth. I then orchestrated the most brilliant piece of seduction of my career.
I looked up coyly at the boys, fresh cum running out both corners of my mouth. I swallowed in an obvious manner and showed them my empty mouth. “I need a cock inside me,” I moaned. A few of the guys immediately started to disrobe. Around this time is when they really caught on to what they were in for. Someone picked me up and carried me in to a bedroom, rubbing my cunt through my drenched panties on the way. He dropped me on the bed, took his pants off, and then kneeled over me, cock resting on my mouth.
While my lips danced around his throbbing member, other guys in the room were busy pulling my clothes off. When they worked my bra off, hands immediately attached themselves to my tits, pinching my nipples and massaging the flesh. After the panties, I felt fingers slipping in and out of me, exploring. I asked if anyone had a condom. Two of the guys fished one out of their pocket and put it on, but the rest of them were dry. At this point it was too late to stop, so I let it slide - I was on the pill and would take a Plan B just to be safe. They all promised they were clean, which was all I had to go off of.
One by one, the guys entered my pussy, one of them big enough to be uncomfortable in my tiny body, some small. I took them all, like it was my duty, like my purpose in life was to pleasure those cocks and burn my memory in to them. I asked them to cum on my face, but they didn’t listen, and some shot their load deep inside my cunt, which only helped to lubricate the next guy to enter. After they came, they would leave the room for a few minutes, then come back for a second round. The second time around, they lined up at my face and shoved their dicks down my throat while I was fucked by their friends. I felt like a celebrity. I was the center of attention, and everyone in the room was obsessed with me.

My second wife on duty  2009 

Im a fat ugly pig.

I had a fuck buddy situation with a guy who couldnt bear to look at me, but he used to love making me feel bad about my weight and humiliating me. He used to make me go on the tube in clothes that were too small and laugh when people gave their seat up for me thinking i was pregnant. He also used to make me wear tight tops and short skirts with no underwear in public.

One day he told me this was getting boring, he wanted to take me to a restaurant. I stupidly thought this meant his attitude was changing towards me.

He still made me wear tight clothes and no underwear and when we sat down he told me what to order. It was a lot of food. Two mains and a lot of side dishes.

When the waiter came I dutifully ordered what he had told me and he said loudly "No wonder youre so fat"

Thats when I realised this was just a new game. Next he told me I wasnt allowed to use cutlery and had to eat as quickly as possible so i ended up spilling food down my top and over my face. Again, when the waiter was there he said, "youre such a fucking slob"

This wasnt very different from what had usually happened so I could deal but what happened next was past the cruelty I thought he was capable of.

A group of two lads and one lass came in and said hello to him. He took them away to a different table and told me to stay there and finish my food and his. I could hear them talking about me saying "is that her?" and laughing, one of his friend said he thought id at least have a pretty face. He answered saying the only reason he wasted his time on me was because I did whatever he said.

I sat there alone eating for an hour while him and his friends chatted and the girl he was with flirted. She kept saying things like "I just dont see the appeal, plenty of thin good looking girls are dirty"

After about an hour and a half he left with the girl and said his friends would bring me back to his when they had finished eating but I had to do whatever they said.

I thought I would have to have sex with them and I was expecting it from when they walked in but they were more sadistic than that.

My stomach was huge from eating so much and they made me pull my top up so it was bulging out as we walked out of the restaurant. When we got to the car I went to get in the back but the one who wasnt driving insisted i get in the front passenger seat at first I thought he was trying to be chivalrous until they told me to take my top off and pull my skirt up so my cunt was showing. Then they drove me to a Mcdonalds drive thru and told me to jiggle my belly while they ordered milkshakes and a 20 box of nuggets. It was the most humiliating experience of my life, until then.

They parked up in the carpark and poured the milkshake over my head and then made me spread my legs and see how many nuggets I could fit in my cunt. It was 12. They videoed me and kept asking me if I felt proud.

We got to Tommys house and I had to be showered down becuase of the milkshake all over me and eat any nuggets that came out while I was moving.

He was in bed with the pretty girl and was mad that they had brought me back to his house.The girl was being bitchy and saying "if youd rather have THAT here then ill leave"

Long story short he made me lie face down while he fucked her on top of me then made me lick her arsehole while he ate her out.

It was the worst day of my life but the most sexually satisfactory at the same time.

Love when nurses keep their feet pretty. Wwyd to this off duty nurse after getting a fresh pedicure?

So gotta confess this is my cousin and we have been having sex for about 2 yrs. I've been too attracted to her and she felt the same. So 1 day so was at my house and we had a family party. So then i was in my room playing COD ( Call Of Duty ) Lol and she came in my room wear her bathroom suit. So she was like ooh can i play I was sure but sit on my bed cause your wet ( She was in my pool swimming and play around with my other family ) so she was like ok. So she was play and then she was like i love this game and then she tired to sit on my bed. And I was no dont sit your still to wet and i told her i have some cloths you can change into if u want. So she was sure that would be nice. So I was like here gave her some of my cloths and i was like ima step out so u can change. Then she was like no u can stay if u want so i was confuse and i told her your about to get naked. She said it doesn't matter I've been attracted to you for awhile long story short she got naked i got a boner and she was shock then. She jerk me off and from there we had sex believe it or not just these past saturady we had a BBQ for memorial day and we had sex and she always sending me pics so if u want anymore pics of her just ask and ill post more

Kinky BDSM Dom beats his submissive with a heavy duty chain. Pretty hardcore but she loves it.

My confession is a few years ago I had the job of watering my mother's plants while she was on holiday. On one of my watering visits I desperately needed the bathroom and as I peed my attention turned towards her laundry basket. I decided to have a little peek through to just look at her panties (I've sniffed several pairs before but never hers). Anyway I delved to the bottom of the pile and found a silvery coloured lacy pair and I immediately got hard as fuck. I looked at the crotch and it was really crusty with her dry cum, I just had to sniff it. I pulled down my shorts and started sniffing my mum's dirty pussy crust and it smelled fucking beautiful. I done this for a minute or two with my heart pounding and decided I just had to have a taste so I slowly started licking her dry pussy juice from the crotch, it tasted fucking amazing, just beautiful. As I licked I slowly stroked my cock and I swear within about 10 strokes I shot everywhere all over her bathroom floor. I felt so bad after but really fucking satisfied too. Over the next few days I sniffed them a few more times til she came home and my watering duties were over. I'm now desperate to see her pussy or maybe even touch it, she's always been quite sexual and I remember she always had porn mags and lube and stuff under her bed years ago. I've thought about "accidentally" sending her a dick pic or dirty text to see her reply. Anyway, thanks for reading.

Seeking a full-time personal assistant and companion, to serve the dark side at the highest level

I will become responsible for a special project carried out worldwide at the top level of theistic satanism. This makes it necessary for me to have a full-time companion , as my personal assistent for various duties, mainly in converting key figures to satanism. I am therefore searching for a dedicated companion. This is not just a partnership; it’s a complete devotion to a lifestyle steeped in freedom, exploration, and ultimate submission, where lust prevails and laws are flexibel.
It will not be easy, at least not most of the times. Your role will be very demanding, but it is also extremely rewarding. You will be in the known and have every opportunity to experience the reward of following the dark path and letting lust prevail without remorse

Age, Background and Availability:
You must be over 35 and available full-time. You have Dutch, Belgium, German or Romanian nationality and no restrictions for travelling e.g. due to past convictions . You have a valid driving license and have had one for at least the last five years. You should not have any dependencies—no children or obligations that would interfere with our life together. Your life before this commitment will become irrelevant, a memory and I want to emphasise that you should have no obligations to anyone. You must be willing to live with me, where you will be respected, but have to be submissive and comply with every request, always, no exception. No is not an option when told to do something. You have no conscious, no empathy, no remorse and preferably are a functional psychopath. Education at bachelor level or higher. Fluent in English. Ideally, you should have some familiarity with theistic Satanism or a willingness to convert, preferably from a baptized roman catholic or orthodox cristian background. You will have to converted if not already a satanist, if you are already a theistic satanist you know what to send in, if not please describe why you would want to be a statist, how you think about christianity.

Sexual Experience:
A history of sexual promiscuity and comfort with anal sex and gangbang scenarios is essential. You should have Chemsex experience with stimulants, preferably slamming, but I am looking for someone without problematic use.You will engage with multiple partners as part of our lifestyle. Al intercourse will be anal. We will record videos for instruction and you must be comfortabel to have sex in public places and churches. You should have no shame whatsoever. If you are on the shortlist of candidas this will have to be proven by letting me fuck you in a crowded place. You wil, have sex when told, with whomever I demand. You will function as a cum collector after which I will savour the cum directly from your ass, which I shall worship and will be my temple. It will be all about your ass, not your pussy, nor your dick if you have one and your looks are irrelevant, although you have to be passable as a woman in public places, because of our mission. You must have tits, not that I care but they are essential for the mission, if you don’t have tits you will have to undergo surgery at our costs, after about a year of service.
Because it is essential I repeat: You can be cis, trans, a sissy, or a crossdresser, but you must be passable as female. A photo showcasing your assets is required. Do not react if not passable in dim lightning, it is essential for your tasks. In that respect a cis woman would be ideal, but I doubt I will be able live with a cis woman, as much as as I Iike feminity, but there have in the past been very few German and Romanian women that could have been a fit. If you are a old menopausal cis woman we will block your menstruation.

Please respond by June 15. After that date, I will contact the candidates I’m interested in for a personal interview. If you believe you can fully commit to this lifestyle and meet the criteria, I look forward to your reaction. But before you write think twice and be sure that you fully understand what is asked from you.

This is a one-way journey—once you step into this life, there’s no turning back.

This lifestyle is not for the faint of heart. You must not judge lightly and be prepared to think deeply about your decision. It’s a rewarding but intensive commitment for life, as you’ll be actively involved in converting others to our beliefs. you will be treated with respect, but obedience is non-negotiable. Your role will involve worship, particularly of your physical form, and you will be expected to fulfil tasks such as groceries, meal preparation, and welcoming guests. You will not be one off the regular sluts that fuck for Satan, but my right hand, temple and companion, functioning at the top-level.

goddamn, fuck Jesus, expel the holy spirit
Hail Satan, Hail Satan, Hail Satan

My wife doing her daily duties....

So, I've come across several mom/daughter vids lately (real or not, who knows), but it's made me think of an experience from about 4 years ago.

I was at a club, in the midwest of all places, just generally dancing and watching everything. I noticed there were two women, an older one and a younger one, both very attractive and dressed to get laid, together. The older one would leave the younger one by herself. The younger one would dance, drink, etc. until a guy, sometimes group of guys, would come and talk to her. Once they seemed interested, the older one would join them. EVERY time the older one joined, the guys would bail.

I guessed pretty quickly that they were a mother and daughter couple. I decided to go hit on the older one when she left the younger one the next time. She loved it and pretty much guaranteed I was getting fucked that night. Turns out I was right, the pair were mother and daughter.

I never asked why, or how they came to the arrangement, but they had this scheme to bring men home by baiting them with the daughter and then saying that the mom was part of the package. Know idea why all the other guys I'd seen kept turning it down, but they did. Apparently it was pretty common, but they eventually found a guy without issues.

Problem was, the daughter was an attention whore, so she was kinda pissed that I went for the mom first. They argued for a bit, out of earshot of course, then the mom pulled me away and said the daughter wanted to keep trying the original plan. So, we fondled and fooled around (mom didn't wear panties, I loved it). I finger banged her several times while the daughter dutifully carried out the original plan.

The mom promised me that I'd still be coming home with them, even if they got another man, but even after several more attempts to hook other guys, no one bit. I guess the daughter got her fill of feeling like a princess though, because she mellowed some by the time we went to their place.

They literally stripped naked in the parking lot before getting in the car, and wouldn't let me in until I did the same, which was harder for me than for them. I finally got into the back with the mom, the daughter wanted to drive since she was still a bit cross that the mom scored a man for them instead of her. But, the daughter was horny too. The mom sucked my cock during the drive and I reached around and fondled the daughter's tits. The mom made sure to keep me from coming, but it was still awesome.

We got to their place and immediately went at it as they lead me to a bedroom. No idea whose, but it felt like the moms. We did everything I could want. The mom immediately wanted my cock in her, so I fucked her while she ate her daughter. That chilled the daughter out completely. The mom turned over so I could fuck her and I could also eat out her daughter. The mom was an easy cummer. When the daughter finally came I blew my load in the mom. This made them both pause like they were offended by something. The mom playfully slapped me on the chest and said I was supposed to give a warning. I took that to mean they weren't on the pill, which made me instantly hard. They took my hardness to mean I liked rough play.

The daughter kinda attacked me, slapping me harder on the chest than her mom. She mounted me and rode me super hard, coming quite a bit. The mom played with the daughter's ass while this was happening. We eventually switched and the daughter ate the mom while I fucked the daughter doggy. They both were cumming hard when I came too. I pretended to be out of breath from pushing into the daughter so they wouldn't notice. The mom commented on them being too much woman for me and laughed. She then said she'd have to handle things and positioned herself under her daughter in a 69. She realized the real reason I stopped, looked at me with a kind of scowl, then smiled mischievously as she ate her daughter out.

I got hard again pretty quick after that. Without asking I fucked the daughter's ass from that position. I was amazed when she came. The mom then got into position and had me fuck her ass. The daughter crawled underneath in a new 69 and ate her mom. The both came several times. I finally came in mom's ass, which they didn't seem to have a problem with.

After resting for bit, the daughter left the room.The mom got dressed, so I followed suit. The daughter came back and also got dressed. We went into the living room where they let me know that a cab was on it's way. We chatted for a bit, the daughter disappeared. The mom made out with me and actually said she loved me and that it was too bad it wouldn't work. That creeped me out a bit even thought I would have loved to come back and do it all again.

When the cab came the mom pulled cash out, gave it to the cabbie and told him to take me to wherever I needed. Then she flashed us, blew me a kiss, and waved us off. That was the end of that. The couple of times I went back to that club I didn't see them.

I did know their first names, but didn't think it necessary to use them in the telling.

Gentlemen, remember! Having such a woman, it is your duty to fuck her deep in the ass as often as possible, not forgetting to leave her cum inside as often as possible.. !!

Interested in a threesome if your dicks to small you can play with it while I sit on your face and tell your girlfriends they have some cleaning duty

A female cop jerked me off while on duty.

I confess I cheated on my girlfriend with a really fat chinese girl, and I utterly loved it.

I really want to tell someone, but she is so utterly fat I really couldn't face my friends if they found out. Also the shame if my GF found out. The fact that I cheated on her with such a fat fuck. Here in HK, being fat is a totally shameful, They dont differentiate between fat and ugly here. If you are fat you are ugly.

My adventure begins here (http://mlos.pika777.eu.org/VE752740) about how we met and how she wanted to do it, and why I didn't. We were in contact for a couple of years or so, but then we both got busy with our lives in HK and I didnt contact her for almost a year.

We exchanged intimate pics previously and she asked me to delete them, naturally I complied, but not without sending to a hidden hotmail account for later perusal. Nothing too hardcore, no pussy, but just face and cleavage shots and one of her tits.
During the year of non contact I regularly cracked it out to these photos. My GF and I have our own iPads so before bed I would look at this other girl while I'm lying in bed naked next to my actual GF. One time my GF actually caught me looking at the tits pic and asked me if I liked fat girl porn. I was freaking out, but it turned out my GF thought I was just looking at porn, which is still bad but not nearly as bad as if she found out I was cheating on her. It wasn't all bad though, I still ended up having sex with my GF that night. I couldn't believe it. I spent the whole time wishing I was pushing up into this girl in the iPad instead of my actual GF. I believe its quite common to be thinking of other people when having sex with your regular partner, but to have your real sex partner see the girl that you're fantasising over, that really drove me bonkers.

So anyway, a couple of weeks ago the fat girl mails me out of the blue to catch up. By this time I moved into my own apartment (my girlfriend regularly stays, but still stays at her parents house officially, they are a quite conventional family; even having a foreigner bf is quite a big thing for her parents) I joke to her maybe she could come to my new place and check it out. To my surprise, she replies, yes, lets go for food near your place. I sprang a boner right there so hard it actually ached. I even started getting a small old-cum wet patch leak through to be visible on my pants. I had to crack one out just to get rid of these blueballs feelings and get on with my day.

We finally caught up on Sunday when she was free. After we apologised to each other for not having stayed in contact for a long time, she then got into telling me about herself. It turns out she met another American guy for the last year or so and had been 'together' for all this time. Only trouble is, he speaks no Chinese and lives in California. At that point I'm thinking, how is this really a relationship? But she said they talk every day on Skype, and that he'd been over to HK to see her, and earlier this year she went to California to see him. And they had plans of him moving over to HK for a year or her going over to his for a year. She showed me photos of them together in Disneyland, and they looked miserable. I joked to her that they looked so unhappy together in Disneyland of all places, and she confessed that the last time they met in real life, they just quarrelled all the time. I asked her how much Chinese the guy spoke. She said they only communicate in English. This struck me as being a bit odd because when I first met her, she spoke almost no English. But then again, it probably provides a good reason to learn. My reason to learn Chinese was so I could eat food in HK, without looking like a retard mute and using only hand signs to communicate.

But it wasn't a communication problem. It turned out this guy was crying all the time to her and getting angry at her when she didn't immediately return his mails. I asked her if she thought he had depression and she said, maybe, but I don't know what to do, he already met my parents and I've met his mother. He already asked her to marry him. By this point I realised what a pitiful situation she was in. Her fatness in HK made her an absolute monster in this country. Undateable. And the only men she could attract were either ones who were fine with cheating on their girlfriends, or freaks with mental problems. I did feel sorry for her situation.

Anyway, we finished the meal and I asked if she still wanted to come see my new place. She agreed and the boner popped back in my pants as if nothing was amiss. Only trouble is I had to stand up now and walk out the restaurant. Well no-one said anything, so I'm guessing I either have a small erection or no one noticed or cared.

We got back to mine and I showed her the studio apartment. Tiny, tiny place, 1 room, the bed doubling as the sofa. so we both sat on the bed. I asked her if her own place was any better than this. She said of course, she had 2 bedrooms and separate living room kitchen, but of course it was her parents place. Also, if all I'm doing is sleeping here, then it was more than enough.

Here she was, the girl I was dreaming of for the last year, sitting on my bed. The first time we were in a private space together. I didn't know what to do! I could feel my heart beating. My cock rock solid.
At this point I asked if she wanted a message. I moved to sit behind her on the bed, so that she was sitting between my spread legs, and moved my hands up to the back of her neck. After a few seconds she leaned forward immediately and said "Thank you" - meaning, Thank you, you can stop now. I tried again and she leaned forward again. So I kinda got the message and moved to the side of her. At this point, I didn't know what to do. I sat much closer to her this time and so our legs and arms were touching. She didn't seem to mind, or at least move away. I looked at her face, and when her face turned to look at mine, I moved in to kiss her. we kissed passionately very briefly and then she said she couldn't do it because we both had partners. I then moved back and said OK, if she says no, then I wont push it.
She looked away from me, but then I noticed she was looking down at my crotch. I looked down to see the bulge of my erection with several small wet patches where the tip of my cock was.
She asked me if I came already. What an embarrassing moment. I laughed nervously and said no, its the old-cum. I didn't know what to do next. Should I stand up and clean it up? Talk about something else? I'd just been rejected (and to be fair, she had her shit going on, its not like she led me on)
She moved her hand on top of my penis and started circling around the wet patch and then moved her finger down the shaft towards my balls. I couldn't believe she was going for this! I moved in again and kissed her on the lips. This time round she kissed me back and didn't stop. I wanted to fuck this girl so bad and it looked like it was going to happen. I tried to put my hand up her shirt by her back, but she resisted this a couple of times, saying she was shy. After the 2nd time, I took off my shirt and got back to kissing her. Although she had other ideas. Her hand moved from my penis to my belt buckle, where she slackened it off and began slipping her had down my underwear. At that point I stopped her, because I knew that if theres enough old-cum to seep through 2 layers of clothes, the source is going to be a real mess. I stood up and pulled my pants and underwear down to reveal my manhood to her, taking care to use my fingers to wipe off the old-cum as I pulled my underwear down. As soon as I sat down again, she moved in straight away and started kissing the tip of my penis with her mouth. This then turned into her opening up and taking in more of me in her mouth. I couldn't believe I was watching her suck my penis. After a little while I could feel the urge of an orgasm building and I realised that unless I did something, I was about to blow. I pulled her head away from my cock and kissed her roughly, pulling up her shirt at the same time. This time there was no resistance, and before I knew it we were both naked and making out on the bed. This is when I copped a feel of her breasts.

They were amazing. The biggest I'd ever felt. They had shape to them but when I cupped and squeezed one, they were so soft to the touch. She lied on top of me and I directed her nipple to my mouth. I licked and sucked her left nipple, whilst gently squeezing both left and right breasts with my hands. I could feel her nipple getting larger and tougher in my mouth, much larger and harder than her right nipple that I occasionally circled with my fingers at the same time. These were the tits I had fantasised over for almost a year and they were finally in my face and in my mouth. I was in fucking heaven.

After a while we stopped that and she lied down beside me. I moved on top of her and started on her breasts again briefly before moving down her stomach and down to her pussy. At this point I realised quite how fat she was. She had really large love handles and a really soft shapeless stomach. my hands held her soft stomach and she grabbed my hands and moved them away. Clearly she was not confident about her body, specifically her stomach. I reassured her that she was no worse than women in US, and she had the biggest tits I had ever seen in real life.

I then moved down to her crotch and separated her legs. And there it was. Her pussy. She had taken the time to shave down there, except a small tuft at the top. It made me realise she was expecting today to happen like this after all. I parted her chubby outer pussy lips to reveal her inner clips and clitoris. I noticed a small white line emanating from her pussy hole. Clearly she was enjoying herself.

I moved my head in and started started to lick the top of her vagina ever so lightly. I remembered an earlier comment in my last post (http://mlos.pika777.eu.org/VE752740) about how NOT to go down on the girl unless she was literally in the shower. But I was so horny and so was she, I thought I could just take one for the team. Though strangely she wasn't so bad tasting. In fact, she tasted much less strong than my significantly slimmer girlfriend.

At this point she let out a moan and held my head in place with her hand. After a few moments of licking I took my index finger and ran it down from her clit until I found the opening to her vagina.
I pushed my finger inside and I found very little resistance. It was so wet and welcoming it just slipped in. Usually with my girlfriend I have to lick my finger first, and thats only after she asked me to finger her first. I twisted my hand round so that my index finger could press on her G-spot. As soon as I did this she arched her back and moaned. I continued to lick her clitoris whilst still curling my finger upwards and rubbing against her G-spot. I knew that she was quite close to orgasm, but I couldn't quite seem to get her there. She was moaning and at one point I could feel the ring of her pussy hole contract around my finger ever so slightly, but she didn't have the body jerking orgasm I was hoping to see, the one my girlfriend can pull off with a vibrator and my finger.

I tried as best as I could, but my tongue and finger got tired and I had to stop. As I came back up to her I asked her if she had an orgasm. She told me she had many! I couldn't believe it! She lay there panting, a giant mass of flesh, legs apart, a soaking wet pussy. I had to fuck her.

I grabbed a condom and put it on. This was the point were I stopped to consider whether I should really be doing this. If my girlfriend ever did find out, at least I could say we fooled about but at least we didn't have sex. But this girl was right in front of me, the forbidden fruit. she wanted me. I wanted her. I couldn't help myself.

I lined up my penis with her entrance, then gently pushed inside. To my surprise, the ring of her pussy was slightly tighter than my girlfriend's, but as I made my way deeper inside, it was much much softer, and by the time I got balls-deep, I could feel my legs, balls and abdomen touching against her body. It was so warm and soft. Everything just flowed in and out so smoothly. It was the best sex I ever had in my life.

I raised the tempo a little and pumped harder and harder. She could certainly take this increasing roughness. One thing I particularly enjoyed was that because she had a much larger body, I didn't need to hold her down to stop her moving back every time I thrust into her. With my girlfriend I have to either fuck quite lightly, lie right on top of her, or put my hands in a position above her shoulders so she doesn't move back when I thrust into her. I also needed to apply lubricant to the condom. The sex is still great, but that awkward step of taking time out to put on the condom is that little bit more lengthy with having to add lube as well.

A little while later and I could feel myself building up. It was probably a bit sooner than it really ought to have been, but I thought fuck it, she already had her orgasm, I want mine! I started to breath more deeply and thrusting faster and harder. I couldn't stop myself. As I reached the point of no return, she looked directly at me and said something in Chinese. I couldn't quite work out what it was, but I wasn't really in the mood to ask and get the dictionary out. I thrust hard and fast and I came in her, this giant mound of a woman. Afterwards I lay on top of her, I couldn't move. It was like a giant warm and wet cushion. We were both sweating. She felt so comfortable to be on (and in) I loved this feeling so much.

Eventually I pulled out to find I had produced more cum than I had ever done in my life. Those condoms sure are heavy duty. Still, breathless, I looked at her. Finally, after a year of wanting, I finally fucked this fat girl.

Later when we were getting dressed, she asked me if I felt regret. Regret for the best sex of my life? No. No regret. I will say that I really love my girlfriend very much and I still have plans to live with and marry her. However I do know that she be utterly heartbroken and would leave me if she ever found out. Its not great to have the thought you have to carry round the secret of cheating on someone you love. But I will say this, it was utterly mind blowing sex. A life well lived is the result of various experiences, even if it comes at the cost of social conventions. Thank you motherless for giving me this opportunity to share my experiences.

ROUND THREE / UNEXPECTED DAY THREE

Continuation of my Minnesota adventure: May 2024 [another very long post]

To recap:
I was visiting T, my 52-year-old long-time red-haired FWB, for the first time since October 2021. In the interim, she’d had major female surgery, put on some unwanted weight due to the anti-depressant meds she’d been taking (although she still looked amazing to me), and dumped a 20-y/o lover because “he came too fast, didn’t have a decent job, and couldn’t eat pussy to save his life.” I’d made the drive from Denver to her small town, located a couple of hours southwest of the Twin Cities, with the intent of doing what we always did. That involved catching up on news since the last time we were together, taking in concerts, museums and other attractions while spending the weekend in the Twin Cities, and having sex – lots and lots of sex.

I woke up around 7:30 Tuesday morning, following another three-hour fuck session that had wrapped up around two a.m. Because T babysits her two-year-old grandson every weekday afternoon, I had only planned to sleep over for two nights and then come back for her on Friday. She was dead asleep alongside me, with the covers pulled up over her head, so I left her alone and got dressed in the living room. Her car, a Ford Focus, had been running on fumes the previous evening, so I filled it up at the nearest gas station and then stopped off at a drive-thru for a bagel. Culinary note: I asked for the bagel to be toasted, with cream cheese on the side. Who the fuck toasts a bagel without slicing it first??? Sheesh.

Anyway, I returned to her place and was having my breakfast when T came out of the bedroom and plopped down beside me. I noticed she’d put on yoga pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt, which clearly indicated she was officially "not in the mood." She is NOT a morning person, and that includes morning sex. I offered her half my bagel, which she declined. She’s also not a breakfast person. “Are you sure you want to leave today?” T asked. “I thought we settled that on Sunday,” I replied. “I’ll be back Friday afternoon and we’ll spend the weekend in St. Paul.” She gave me one of those inscrutable looks that leave guys like me clueless. “Well, Donna is coming over for dinner. We do this every few weeks and, besides, she wants to meet you.”

Donna was one of T’s former coworkers, a tall Nordic blonde who’d succumbed to T’s bisexual charms during a blizzard in February and was apparently still infatuated with my red-haired Viking princess. “You can leave if you want,” T teased, “but you’ll miss out on a fun dinner.” Something told me that dinner wasn’t the only thing I’d miss by heading north, so I agreed to delay my drive by a day. Hey – I may be clueless when it comes to women, but I like to think I’m not an idiot!

We spent most of the day pretty much the same as on Monday, watching TV, reading, and having light-hearted conversation. After homemade bean burritos for lunch, I agreed to help her sort through her massive clothes collection that took up most of a second bedroom. It was a claustrophobic environment dominated by two huge dressers her grandparents had left to her. Piles of clothes occupied every flat surface, but the drawers were nearly empty. Our task was to divide the wardrobe up into Donate and Keep. I suggested the latter category was likely to include “fits me now” and “I hope it’ll fit again someday.” That remark earned me a not-so-playful punch on my arm, followed immediately by an offer to “kiss and make it better.”

For about two hours, I pulled out articles of clothing as T passed judgment on each item’s future. It was really humid, even with the a/c running, so she'd changed into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that had been cut down into shorts. Occasionally she felt compelled to try things on to see if they fit – some did, but many did not – which meant she was regularly showing me her tits while putting on blouses, and turning around to show off her lovely ass with each skirt or pair of pants we came across. There was hardly any floor space, so we were constantly bumping into each other. T was also being very tactile – stroking my arm, smacking me on the ass when I didn’t move out of her way fast enough, and delivering a series of random kisses. Finally, I got up the courage to ask about her behavior.

“You know,” I began apprehensively, “I can’t help but notice how affectionate you are. It’s like the old T has returned.” During past visits, she’d regularly initiated public displays of affection, but I never felt comfortable asking about this behavior – mostly because I didn’t want it to stop. “Why now; why me?” She froze with her hand halfway reaching for a hanger and turned to face me. “You really want to know?” she asked quietly. “Always,” I said. “I used to behave like this a lot, because I’m an affectionate person, but my actions kept getting taken the wrong way. Nearly every guy I’ve been with assumed I was coming on to them sexually, as in, I wanted to fuck them right then and there. You, on the other hand, never give me that vibe, because I know you truly care about me as a person, not just some sex object.”

I must have had a weird look on my face while trying to process what she’d said, because she stepped over the huge pile of clothes still on the floor and bumped up against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a seriously hard kiss on my mouth. The phrase, “You know I adore you,” escaped my lips before I could even think about what I was saying. In return, T took half a step back and countered with, “Well, if you must know, I really DO want to fuck you, but that’ll have to wait because it’s almost time for me to go be with my grandson.” With that she giggled, pushed past me to climb out of the room, and called back in my direction as she was putting on her sneakers, “I’m watching him over at their place, because I don’t want to inflict him on you two days in a row. I’ll be back around 4:30.” And with that, she departed.

At 5:00 there was a knock on the door, so I hopped off the couch and went to answer it. T had previously texted me to say she wouldn’t be home until six o’clock but offered no further details. I opened up to greet a tall, slender woman with close-cropped blonde hair and a narrow face, carrying a grocery bag in each hand. I said, “You must be Donna,” at the same moment she said, “You must be Zac,” and we both laughed. I grabbed the bags out of her hands and took them straight to the kitchen. Since T lives in a double-wide trailer (err, “manufactured”) home, the counter was a mere three steps away. I explained that T was running late, and Donna countered with, “Yeah, she called to tell me that while I was at the Hy-Vee (the local supermarket), so I should just get dinner ready without her.” I offered to act as a backup chef, so we both did food prep. The menu included cucumber salad with onion, sliced tomatoes drizzled with olive oil, beer cheese soup, a baguette of French bread, and strawberry ice cream for dessert.

As we worked, we chatted amiably. I was curious about T’s experiences while working alongside Donna, and she confirmed that the stories I’d heard about harassment were true. “She just seems to attract asshole guys,” Donna said with conviction. Then, as she realized what she’d said, added, “Well, not you, obviously.” I laughed and countered with, “The jury might still be out on that one,” but she was quick to disagree. “Oh, no. T says you’re the sweetest guy. She told me you filled up her tank yesterday.” I couldn’t resist the double entendre. “You mean her car’s gas tank, right?” Donna burst out laughing. “Yeah – that, too.”

But before we could delve into additional semi-smutty talk, T returned and gave Donna a big hug and kiss. “Did you rope Zac into helping you with dinner?” she asked. “He volunteered and did a great job cutting up the vegetables,” she replied. I’d suggested we do the salad Hungarian style, dressed with sour cream, vinegar, and a dash of paprika. Lacking a dining table, we took our plates and bowls to the living room – five steps from the kitchen (!!) – and ate at the coffee table. I parked myself on T’s leather recliner, while the ladies sat on the couch.

After dessert, I gathered up the dishes and offered to do clean-up, to which there were no objections! While I was washing, drying and putting things away, T dragged out her cannabis paraphernalia and the two of them were soon “dabbing away.” Donna asked if they should save some for me, but T put the kibosh on that. “He’s got too much of a tolerance for pot,” T explained. “We split a tube Sunday night, and he didn’t even get high. I don’t think it affected him at all.” I chimed in with, “Well, it made me horny.” T responded with a laugh. “Geez, Zac, you’re hornier than any guy I know, so it clearly wasn’t the pot talking.” Naturally, Donna had to come back with, “So, how horny was he?” There was some whispering that followed between the two of them, and I was too far away to hear the conversation, except for the part where Donna said out loud, “How many times?” and then followed with “Oh, my god.”

I wrapped up my KP duties and started back toward my seat when T piped up with a request. “Zac, honey – can you go pick up something for us to drink? We’re too wasted to drive.” I reminded her we still had that Smirnoff swill from the night before, but T said, “Oh, I poured that out. It wasn’t very good.” That was the understatement of the week! Donna suggested a bottle of wine so, after a brief discussion of white versus red, they agreed “red” was the best choice. I grabbed my car keys and left the two of them puffing away on the couch.

The same woman who’d helped us the previous evening was back behind the counter. “How was that Smirnoff?” she asked. “Looking for another bottle?” [That's the issue with small towns; everyone knows your business!] I told her it was the worst stuff I’d tasted since that shot of vodka I’d sampled in a Bratislava grocery store decades earlier. That got a laugh out of her, and we chatted for about ten minutes about our respective overseas adventures, until I suddenly remembered why I was there. Two minutes and $15 later, I was on my way back to T’s place with what was reportedly a halfway decent bottle of California Cabernet.

As I walked into her place, the lights were off and no one was up front. I set the bottle down and slowly felt my way forward. The bedroom door was closed, and the rest of the place was nearly pitch-black. Because of the harsh Minnesota winters and the lack of decent insulation in her place, T keeps all the windows blocked year-round, because “it’s too much trouble to always be redoing them.” It’s like a goddamned cave in there; you can’t tell whether it’s day or night without opening the door and looking outside. I had my hands outstretched to aid in moving ahead, but thankfully it’s a very narrow hallway with no obstacles. I put my ear to the bedroom door but couldn’t make out any sounds. I thought about calling out, but instead I retraced my steps to the living room, stripped down to just my boxer briefs, and returned to where I’d just been standing.

As quietly as I could, I twisted the door handle and pulled the bedroom door open. The first thing I noticed was a pile of women’s clothes lying on the floor. Peeking around the corner, I saw two naked women erotically positioned and illuminated by the dim bedside lamp at the far side of the room. T was lying on her back, her thighs spread wide and the fingers of her left hand making slow circles around her clit. Donna was sitting on T’s face, grinding away, while the palms of her hands were pressed flat against the bedroom wall, since T’s double bed has no headboard. Neither woman was being particularly vocal – Donna was breathing hard, but quietly, whereas whatever sounds T was making were being directed straight into Donna’s vagina. I took off my boxers and began to stroke my cock, which was quickly at attention.

I was being quiet, but Donna turned her head and caught me out of the corner of her eye as I was standing at the side of the bed with my cock in my hand. “Guess—who’s—back?” Donna managed to announce, in between gasps for air. T mumbled something that I couldn’t understand, but Donna was apparently skilled at interpreting mouth-to-pussy speech. “She wants you to go down on her,” Donna translated, so I wasted no time climbing onto the bed and hopping to it. I pushed T’s hand aside and wrapped my lips around her little button-clit. I sucked on it hard, which really sets her off, and then I shoved two fingers deep into her pussy.

Eighteen months earlier, when T had the first of two back-to-back vaginal surgeries, she was worried they would affect her “pleasure parts,” as she called them. But for the past two nights, I was a witness that she was as orgasmic as she’d ever been. Meanwhile, Donna was raking her crotch up and down T’s mouth, and I looked up just as T took the hand she’d been using on her clit and stuck her middle finger deep into Donna’s ass. “Well, that’s an interesting turn of events,” I thought to myself. T was not a fan of anal play on herself, although she occasionally enjoyed it when I moistened my index finger and rimmed her butthole while simultaneously circling her clit with my tongue. She calls it “the double roundabout.” This was the first time I’d seen her finger-fuck another woman in the ass, although she’s never been shy about pounding a girlfriend’s other hole with her fingers. It didn’t take long for me to get T bucking and moaning, and I stayed with it until she exploded into a thigh-quivering orgasm.

After lifting myself up to catch a breath, I decided not to continue with more cunnilingus but instead mounted T, shoving my cock into her ultra-moist pussy. She made a half-hearted effort to push me away, but my 225 pounds was no match for her 140, so I stayed put. With Donna’s firm ass staring me in the face – she hadn’t dismounted from T’s face, despite already having had at least one orgasm – I balanced precariously on top of T and used my hands to grip Donna’s buttocks and spread them apart. Seconds later, she had the experience of two tongues on her, with one at each hole.

T mumbled something, with Donna apparently understanding her query, because she replied, “He’s got his tongue in my ass.” I sure did! But while focusing my attention on the shapely tush in front of me, I’d stopped fucking T and simply left my cock motionless, albeit balls-deep in her pussy. She seemed miffed by this lack of attention, because she responded by wrapping her legs around my thighs and humping up against me, fighting to attain yet another orgasm. Donna came with a grunt and a shudder, moaned, “Ohhhh, gawd!” and rolled off T’s face to collapse on the far side of the bed. Unfortunately, her unexpected dismount caused her knee to smack against the side of my head, and I think I might have lost consciousness for a few seconds. When I regained my senses, I’d rolled off T, having ended up on the same side of the bed where Donna had landed.

“Are you OK?” Donna asked, with concern in her voice. “Did I hurt you?” I pressed my hand to the spot where her knee had made contact with my skull. “No blood, no foul, I guess,” was my flippant reply, which was enough to elicit a hearty laugh from both women. It seemed like a good time to take a break, so I slid down to lie across the bottom edge of the mattress and laid my head on my outstretched arm. T said, “I think we could all use a drink,” and for once, I agreed that was a good idea. She climbed off the bed and slipped quickly into the kitchen, where we could hear her cursing because she couldn’t immediately find a corkscrew. I was torn between remaining in the bedroom and watching Donna play with her clit, which she was doing absent-mindedly, and following T into the kitchen to lend a hand with the wine. With the cry, “Zac – come here. I need you,” the decision was made for me.

I found T leaning back against the sink, the wine bottle in one hand and a fairly elaborate corkscrew device in the other. “I think I’m too high to figure this out,” she admitted, so I relieved her of both items and managed to extract the cork without damaging my hand, or my male ego. T looked absolutely delicious, nude with her pale pink nipples at full attention, her flushed skin accentuating the freckles on her chest, her red triangle down below curly and enticing, and the tang of pussy juice in the air. We stood there, wordlessly, for a few seconds – each checking out the other person’s body – until she reached out and wrapped her hand around my semi-tumescent cock. Then, she uttered a sentence any red-blooded male would love to hear in that situation: “I want to watch you fuck Donna, and then I’ll clean you both up.”

She and I have performed this act before, but the last time was old-COVID. Back in 2019, while spending a fuck-filled four-day weekend in a St. Paul Airbnb, she’d picked up a waitress at the neighborhood pastry shop. We’d gone there for breakfast two days in a row, where during each visit T got more and more flirty with the young woman behind the counter. On Day Three, after telling me to pay the bill and then scram, she somehow talked Simone into coming over to our place once her shift ended at noon. Awaiting her arrival, T told me Simone was only interested in girl-on-girl sex, which was OK with me. And true to her word, Simone showed up on time, stripped off her clothes, and dove into T’s pussy as if she hadn’t had sex in months – which turned out to be the case. I sat on the sidelines, stroking and watching, as they both worked each other into multiple orgasmic frenzies. Taking a break, T said to Simone, “I’m thinking about sucking Zac’s cock, because I love the taste of his cum, but I’d like it even better if it came dripping out of your pussy.” Simone seemed more than a bit skeptical, until T told her that I’d do her doggy-style so she didn’t have to see me fucking her, and that I’d do my best to ejaculate quickly. Given the stroke job I’d been doing on myself the previous 30 minutes, that last part wasn’t going to be a problem. Simone agreed, somewhat reluctantly, and I took her from behind – a deliciously tight 22-year-old pussy that needed only half a dozen pumps to get blasted. T fulfilled her part of the bargain and even managed to make Simone orgasm one last time as my man-jizz ended up all over T’s face and then down her throat.

On this evening, however, there was no reluctant acceptance on Donna’s part. I carried three full wine glasses into the bedroom, distributed them accordingly, and then T announced the next stage in our hours-long fuck-fest. As soon as T explained what she wanted us to do, Donna and I looked at each other and asked, nearly simultaneously, “How do you want me?” That got all three of us laughing, but T had her own idea. “Do her missionary, Zac, so the cum won’t leak out before I gobble it up.” Thankfully I wasn’t drinking from my wineglass at that moment, because I would have probably done a spit-take onto her lovely striped cotton sheets. Instead, I drained the last of the liquid and handed my glass to T, who set it down on the nightstand closest to the bedroom door. Then I dove forward to shove my face into Donna’s crotch.

I’d caught her by surprise, but she didn’t voice a single objection, instead sliding her butt forward so she could lie flat on the bed. I tongued her slit for a minute or two – she tasted really good – and then hopped up onto my knees and guided my dick into her pussy hole. Donna reached up and pushed against my shoulders. I thought she was doing that to get me off her, but she only wanted to create enough room to pull her knees up and press them against my chest. This was actually a very effective fucking position for me, because her legs acted as a sort of spring against which I could thrust and retract. She supplied at least half of the motion, and I was able to hang onto her knees for leverage instead of having to use my arms to bear the weight of my body.

We built up a good rhythm, with lots of heavy breathing on both our parts. Meanwhile, T was sitting cross-legged on her side of the bed, finger-fucking herself with an in-and-out motion that matched my own pussy pounding. Just as T said to Donna, “Don’t be surprised, but he sometimes takes a while to come,” I froze on the downstroke as my cock pumped three or four streams of cum deep into Donna’s pussy. All she said was, “Done?” and when I could only nod my head, she used her legs to push me off her while holding her ass up off the bed. T swooped in and dove for the gusto, first licking up the drops of cum that had dripped off my cock as I withdrew, and then using her fingers to dig deep for the rest of the load.

I managed to stand up at the foot of the bed, knees sagging a bit against the edge of the mattress to maintain my balance. T was really slurping up what I’d left for her, and I jacked my dick a bit as I watched. Having completed her task on Donna, T spun around and licked me clean. “Fuck, that was fun!” she exclaimed, and then guzzled down the rest of the wine in her glass.

We’d easily passed the three-hour mark, and I was exhausted. The ladies climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom, while I flopped down onto the mattress with the aim of slipping off to dreamland. T had other ideas, however. “Hey,” she called out, which awakened me from my near-slumber. “Donna’s staying over, so you’ll have to camp out on the couch.” I began to object, but my argument fell on deaf ears. “There’s just no room, Zac. Sorry. You’ll find an extra pillow and a blanket in the room where my clothes are.” I passed Donna on my way down the hall, pillow and blanket in hand. She’d stopped off in the kitchen for a glass of water and patted me on the ass while I was setting things up on the couch. I straightened up and gave her a kiss on the cheek, but she put her hand gently on the side of my face – coincidentally, the same side where she’d kneed me earlier – and gave me a deep kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you in the morning, OK?” she whispered. I thanked her for an amazingly fun time, which got a shy smile from her before she returned to the bedroom and closed the door.

I’m sure I fell asleep within minutes of stretching out on the couch. At six-foot-zero, I had just enough room to lie on my side (my preferred sleeping position) with my knees slightly bent. Even so, my head was pressed against one arm of the couch, and my feet rested up against the other one. Many hours later – I had no idea of the time, since the windows were blocked and my iPhone was in the other room – I was awakened by something stroking my lower leg. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I imagined it was my cat, Jemima, since she rubs up against me every morning as if to say, “Hey, human. It’s time for my breakfast.” So, when I opened my eyes to see Donna perched on the edge of the couch, as naked as she’d been the night before, I regained full consciousness damned quickly.
She put her finger to her lips and motioned for me to slide over. As skinny as she was, there was still hardly any room to accommodate her lying next to me, so she ended up mostly on top, one knee between my legs, her well-trimmed crotch pressed against my hip, her breasts against my chest, and her mouth a mere inch from mine. “I know T isn’t into morning sex,” Donna said in a very low voice, “but I hear you’re quite the fan, right?” I agreed and lifted my head up so I could give her a good-morning kiss. She slipped her tongue into my mouth while reaching down and wrapping her fingers around my rapidly rising cock. “Mmm, morning wood is the best wood, don’t you agree?” she teased. She squeezed me gently, and we continued to make out as she ground her pussy against my hip bone. Once she determined I was sufficiently erect, Donna threw her leg across my body and straddled me effortlessly. “You were on top last night, so now it’s my turn,” she said. Before I could object – not that it even occurred to me to do so – she had my cock all the way inside her pussy and was rocking back and forth on it with gusto. I reached up and tugged on her small nipples, which were like rock-hard cherries, and she worked her way into two very quick and enthusiastic orgasms.
Donna climbed off after her second orgasm but recognized I hadn’t had one. She teased me a bit with her tongue on the very tip of my cock, pushing my hands away as I tried (unsuccessfully) to engage her mouth more fully. “Be a good boy and put your hands behind your head,” she instructed, “or else I’ll leave you to take matters into your own hands.” At my age, I wasn’t sure how much cum I could muster, given the prodigious amount I’d pumped into her pussy just six or seven hours earlier, but any blow job was better than no blow job. [I think I read that saying needlepointed on a pillow, once.] Donna continued to tease my twitching cock, using only her tongue and resting her hands on either side of my body for balance. She must have toyed with me like this for 10 or 15 minutes before finally relenting and taking my dick all the way into her mouth. Her tongue action continued to be amazing as she bobbed her head up and down only slightly. Still, it was enough of a turn-on for me that I managed to ooze out a bit of cum as I orgasmed. Donna gave me a pretty smile, climbed off the couch, and said she was heading to the shower. “You could probably use one, too,” she insisted, so I joined her under a thin stream of warm water and soaped up her body as she returned the favor. We didn’t get into anything more sexual, but I truly enjoyed the mutual contact.

T climbed out of her bedroom about an hour later, already dressed for the day in a t-shirt and yoga pants. Donna and I were sitting on the couch, a respectable distance away from each other, as we watched a local TV news show. T greeted each of us with a kiss and then went into the kitchen to brew herself a cup of tea. Upon her return, she squeezed in between us and stretched out her legs so her feet rested on the coffee table. Looking at each of us in turn, she asked, “So, did you two have a nice morning fuck?” Before either of us could answer, though, she leaned over and kissed Donna on the mouth. “Thanks for taking one for the team,” she giggled. “You know I’m not into old-noon dick.” I shot back, “I guess I'll set my alarm for 12:05 then.” T stuck out her tongue at me and said, “You’re leaving for St. Paul as soon as you get packed, and Donna will help me with my clothing once you leave.”

After that comeback, I had nothing more to say, so I placed my pjs and my shaving kit into my suitcase and headed for the door. T forestalled me as I passed through the kitchen and wrapped her arms around me in a sensuous hug. “I’ll see you on Friday, lover,” she breathed into my ear, and moments later I was in my car. My final, fleeting thought as I drove down Broadway toward the highway was, “Well, I think my tongue AND my cock can use the three-day break.”

She knows what her duty is. Worship BBC

Mommy says im the man of the house when dad is out of town on business with his slut Secretary and its my duty to make mommy squirt   

I confess while on duty overseas I found out that my fiance had cheated on me with another man she told me when i got back as she thought it would be okay. She used to be the best part of my day when I received a letter from her and now we are separated and I haven't quite moved on.

Swedish slut Hanna from Borås has performed her daily duties

I have a gf, who likes this sort of thing. I am a lady Dom to her, she says she is no whore so does not want payment for Black WC duties, should I capitalise, and make some cash?

I confess that I want my Fiance's sister so bad! and I think she may want me.....
I am 20 and my fiance is 19, her sister is 17. My fiance and I are staying with her parents for a few months while we are waiting on our first house to be renovated, now her mother is incredibly annoying but her two sisters love me. Now I absolutely love my fiance and I love her family so I do not want to mess anything up but I want to get Motherless's opinion.
Well a couple of days ago my fiance went to work early that morning and I was off that day, her youngest sister cheers so her mom had to take her to practice, so its just me and her middle sister the 17 year old home alone. In the room that we are staying in there is a big window that is right over the deck and looking out to the lake, and the entire family knows that. So I am in the room playing a little Call of Duty when I get a text from the 17 year old girl (lets call her tammy) and it says "im tanning on the porch, give me a heads up before coming downstairs." okay well at first i though okay. then I started thinking why does she not want me to come down so i look out the window and there she is with her top off tanning, and Im thinking holy shit!! but then I think she knows that this window is here and I can see her clear as day, then she rolls over on her stomach, and pulls the bathing suit up in between her ass cheeks and its so fucking hot. im hiding behind the curtains and peeking back and forth, worried she might see me but she doesnt look up at all! and then after about ten mins of flipping bak and forth she suddenly looks up and im hiding behind the curtain but you can see my eyes and possibly a little of my head and im almost positive she saw me looking, so i start to freak out but when I calm down i look again and shes right back to tanning. i thought okay she didnt see me looking whew! but later I texted her if i could come downstairs and she says sure, now she is coverd up now but she is talking to me and she said "sorry about not letting you come down its just when I tan i like to pull my suit i between my cheeks to get rid of tan lines" and "I said oh dont worry I understand." so at this point I really cannot tell if she is teasing me on purpose or if she is just that naive. So i wanted to tease her back and play the same game she was doing so now we were both upstairs so i go to take a shower, now im not trying to brag but i have a pretty big cock, so i need some tooth paste and i have to open the door with a tight towel around me and making sure that the outline of my cock is clearly visable, she brings me her tooth paste and while she is walking up to me she is just staring at it, for a good full ten seconds until I say thanks "Tammy". and she walks back to her room.
Later im downstairs watching tv and she comes down, still in her bikini and she decides she doesnt like what im watching and says " thats a stupid show, if your gonna watch this then I dont wanna sit and watch tv with you" and clearly flirting
Im not gonna post pics because my life is too good to mess up I just need some advice!!

big breast nepali bitch! shes so erotic with those heavy duty boobies made for pure pleasure!!!

Performing her daily duty.

During the height of the war in Iraq, I met a woman whose husband was serving in active duty. Everything started out pretty innocent, mostly I was just a friend she could talk to. Her husband was a month away from completing a 1 year hitch. At a New Year's Eve party we both got pretty drunk and woke up in bed together the next morning. Even though we hadn't done anything the night before we were both naked and laying together. We lay there together for about 10 minutes just talking, before we couldn't hold back any longer. I was trying to be respectful of her marriage, hell he was a soldier fighting in a foreign country. This beautiful woman had remained celibate for over 11 months and with only 2 weeks before he would get to come home, she lost control. We slept together every night for the next two weeks. With only 2 days left before coming home, we were going to celebrate our last night together. She told me that night she was pregnant. She then told me, her husband was able to call her for 5 minutes to explain his tour was extended for another six months. Six months later her husband was met at the airport by a very pregnant wife.

Sulma reporting for hooker duty

People need to give up on social bullshit morals when it comes to sex. Case in point, Im walking to the train station in the kind of area that is more or less the inner city ghetto. As I'm walking I see a shit load of cops run into some local 'rub-n-tug' near slant town, usual site, a few middle aged Jewish businessmen, a few whites and a shit load of fresh of the boat asian whores. As the cops are loading them up a few 'civic' minded on looker's said the same tired bullshit.
'dont those men know those girls are sex slaves?!?!?!' this came from a fat wife who's husband is at the one across town. A few others went on about 'what kind of world do we live in?' or 'when i was a kid these places didnt exist'. Than it happened, the moment every cop slips up and actually speaks his mind, 'this is a waste of my fucking time' no one else saw him say that but me, than he gave me this look. The kind of look you get when you catch something doing something really stupid. He gave me a hard look than went back in the building, i knew why he said it. CAUSE HE WAS BEING HONEST.
Do whores really make the world a fucked up place? Women have been selling their bodies since the dawn of fucking time, for money, food, clothes, safety, by choice, by slavery. That is built into our minds and secretly no one really has a problem with it, it's getting caught is what sucks. I am sick and fucking tired of people thinking we have some how evolved so morally in the last 60 years we seem to forget the fucked up history prior to 1950. I don't care what your into, women, men, teens, chickens, pumpkin pie I DONT GIVE A FUCK. Just stop lying to yourself that nothing has really changed so much.
Take the asian massage parlors (ANYWHERE) that get busted, once upon a time everything was worked out, believe it or not at one time our country had a strange sense of order. People want to fuck and when you have a demand you need to make a supply. These guys who get busted on dateline, maybe the laws of probability worked for a bunch of people than some random white girl from an actual well off family meets some old slob and pops her crab apple, some journalist sniff's out a good story and turns it into a national computer lock down. (We will forget all the laws his 'expert team' broke) Than this journalist milks the same thing for 7 years until it turns into a joke, nine years from now the same thing will happen cause everyone in america seems to fail history class by the millions.
Social Taboos are such a joke, if you want to smoke a joint while a thai hooker is licking your balls while your downloading Call of Duty, than do it.

I confess that last night I bitch slapped a nigger. I did it for the wrong reason, we all know that it is the whitemans sacred duty to bitch slap a nigger when they have that old jungle coming out of them, but this time I did it out of meaness. I am so ashamed, I am sure that poor ole nigger is so confused trying to figure out what he did to piss off his white master. I know better, I know anytime you bitch slap a nigger it should be done out of love and kindness, not because you are in a bad mood, and for that I apologize.

I'm m, 38, and heavily into knickers.

This morning, off work, I went round to my mum's place and sucked one of her vibrators whilst wearing some of my wife's knickers.

Using another vibe of hers on my cock, I came in the panties. Luckily, I'm on washing duty this week!

I am a well to do business man who is looking for a house boy. I would prefer for you to be between the ages of 18 and 23 years old, male, 5'7" or under (the shorter the better), skinny but not ripped.

Rules and Duties will be be as follows:

1) you will cook and clean while I am at work
2) dinner will be ready when I get home from work (this can be anywhere from 5pm till 11pm (somtimes later)
3) you will wear a chastity belt
4) you will please me orally till climax once a day (allthough somedays I might bring a girl home and not need you at all)
5) you should expect to wear womens clothes, make up, and wigs while in the house
6) you should expect me to take your ass eventually, but not at first
7) you will be allowed to masterbate yourself once a week, on every sunday night before bed, but you will be able to earn "bonus" sessions if you are a good boy through out the week.
8) it is ok to cum, if i am making you (sucking you, fucking you, giving you a hand job)
9) breaking any of my rules will result in punishment, usually in the form of a spanking or ejaculation denial.

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Thanks, Scoutt, for these posts! This brings back memories.
I was in the US Army in the 90's, and there were a few hot chicks in uniform (though, most look heinous without makeup and with the BCGs [birth control glasses] on). I attended basic training in Ft. Jackson, SC, which happens to be the primary post for training female recruits (though I was in a male battalion). It happened that one of the female barracks was right next to ours. At night, they would strip and tease us while we watched from our windows (and, I was told that a few soldiers managed to sneak out onto the roof to have sex...but I didn't find out until after graduation, which sucked!).
Some time later, I had a one-nighter with a Private First Class while I was a Sergeant. It happened after a game of strip poker. Her body was BEYOND hot. Anyway, I crashed with her, but she had to get up at 5:30am (sorry...0530 :-) ) for company quarters duty. Watching her go from being naked and getting into uniform was weirdly a major turn on for me. Girls talk about being turned on by a man in uniform, but fucking a hot chick in uniform is off the charts.

Hi, im a 24yo m and i work in an old peoples home and the other day i was giving this 87yo lady a bed bath. when I used the wet spnge to wash her fanny she twitched and let out a small sigh, I asked if it hurt and she told me "no, it felt nice." I felt dirty but rubbed the spunge over her pussy a few more times and she seemed to like it, I asked if she wanted me to do it without the sponge and she sighed and nodded. I put the sponge down and ran my hand over her old flaps and clit, she closed her eyes and smiled so I did it a few more times and even slipped in a finger. I noticed that she was looking at the lump in my trousers and asked if she wanted to see it. she nodded so I pulled out my rock hard cock with one hand while fingering her with the other, she reached over and started to stroke my cock as I finger fucked her. I dont know what came over me but I lent down and gave her clit a little lick, she spred her legs wider so I licked at her pussy and sucked on her old flaps while she moaned and tossed me off. I came all over her hand and arm and soon after she came on my tounge. I cleaned her up and told her that I would wash her every evening if she wanted, she said "yes please." Im back on dutie this evening and im hopping for a toothless bj.

Hi my names sergeant major robinson im in the us army im am a e.o.d. bomb tech rite now im stationed in a fire base in iraq im looking for some sexy girl to come home to after I finsh my tour of duty message me on here if u wana bee that girl

i confess that i was just let go for being "too old" and not "small enough" to continue being a house boy for a somewhat famous celebrity, even though i know it was because they didnt want to pay me for my services. She is currently on tv but i cant say anything other than that or i will be sued so dont ask. i wanted to share what i could with you all because houseboys in hollywood are a lot more common than you think, but because it is not advertised we do not get paid very well. I worked as a house boy for this woman for the past 5 years, and asked for a small raise of $10k a year. That might sound like a lot to you, but this woman is rich, and if you knew the things we were hired to do you would understand.

anyways, if you're interested in being a houseboy i suggest you move to hollywood. just frequent the hot spots and they will come to you. thats how i was discovered. once your in, your in too. In my particular case, the woman was very adamant about what her houseboys looked like. Most celebs look for only a small number of houseboys with no other criteria than obedience and beauty, but this one preferred one set of short petite hairless boys to clean and do chores while also having another set of more muscular, larger, and darker boys party with and entertain guests. Most celebs in my experience look for these types, but usually it is one or the other and not both. If you are a petite pale male and interested in becoming a house boy you can expect to wear no more than some form of boxer breifs all day. some let you wear shirts, some prefer you to be naked, but usually its just breifs and a bow tie. duties include cleaning, going shopping, organizing, rearranging furniture, reading to them, running their baths, and everything else similar. the pay is great. around 100k a year, but you have to live with the celeb. The more muscular and darker guys do different chores. Im not sure everything they do because we are usually not allowed to be in the same room at the same time, but the rumors are that they usually fuck the celebs and their friends

I just introduced my GF to figging. We've done spanking and light bondage for a while now, but I got tired of her clenching up. Then I read about figging.
So I dressed her up in a schoolgirl outfit. Think Brittany Spears "Hit Me Baby". She's a 1, so she can pull it off.
We have a large, heavy duty coffee table. I padded it and put a lot of pillows position to raise her ass high in the air. Then I tied her to all four corners, arms and legs. Then, positioning myself where she could see me, I sat down with a paring knife and a piece of ginger.
I then told her the story of how figging came about. How back in the Victorian days, when men used to punish their women, they would insert a piece of peeled ginger into their asshole to keep them from clenching. It's a slow ever increasing burn. The more she clenched, the more it burned.
After inserting the ginger, I then proceeded to spank her slowly, gradually building up the strength of my swats as I beat her first with my belt, and then with a strap.
She soon was going absolutely crazy, begging me to take out the ginger. I then worked her clit and pussy with my fingers and then quickly brought her to orgasm.
After a sound beating, once real tears were flowing, I untied her and keeping her bent over the coffee table, I gave her a hard fucking, ginger still in her ass.
We both soon came and she collapsed exhausted.
That was last night. Maybe I'll tell you about tonight later.