My wife is an idiot. She was over an hour late when I called her Tuesday. she answers after 4 rings and starts yapping answers before I even finish asking questions...strange. Was mixing answering questions with things she has to do tonight, like as if she was high or something and having multiple thoughts at the same time. Then she says she's in the parking lot of JC Penny and needs to return an item to another store and that she's sorry she didn't call. Very odd. So I know something is up but I play it cool. She comes home about an hour later and is trying to keep a straight face, but keeps TOO straight a face. Goes right on into the bathroom to take a shower. I go about my business helping the kids with their homework and then start watching television on the couch. She comes and lays her head on my chest quietly avoiding eye-contact and rubbing my stomach and legs for a few minutes before getting up and making dinner. She seems off, but towards bedtime seemed to become normal. Kids go to bed, and we get into bed and without a word she tries to pull off my boxers like she's gonna blow me. I'm like, "WHOA, hold on...I didn't shower tonight" and resist, but at that second she just pulled down the front part only and started goin at it. This was very odd for two reasons. One, neither of us go down on each other unless we're freshly showered, and two, I don't like blowjobs with boxers on. I like being naked and loose in bed. Call me kind, I also wouldn't want her to suck on a dick that I've been pissing out of all day and in smelly underwear. Anyway, it goes on for a bit and I start feeling her ass and ask if she wants it in her now. She says she's not in the mood really and just wants me to lay back and enjoy tonight and whatever. She's usually, not always though, facing me when she blows, but tonight her head is facing away with her back towards me and not bobbing up and down but just keeps my dick deep in her mouth and just playing with her tongue. I don't cum with just a blowjob, I need to fuck or be jerked off every time until the last second, then I spray wherever... but tonight her tongue was way awesome like a different mouth alltogether and soon I bust all in her mouth. She swallows, which she hasn't done in months. She told me months ago my cum has started to taste different and that she's kinda grossed out about it. Anyway, that night she swallowed it all and just lays there, with my dick still in her mouth as it slowly goes limp. I tell her not to move for a minute (because of the sensitivity). After a minute, she sucks all the residual cum, wringing up from the base to get everything out, and rests her head on my stomach. Now I know something's up, but I keep cool. Swallowing cum from a non-washed dick is not like her at all. Looks like an I'm-sorry-I-cheated-on-you blowjob that you'd see in a movie. She never cheated on me that I knew of and certainly never acted like that night in 8 years of marriage. I pretend to start deep breathing like I'm about to snore and she rolls off of me and keeps her back to me. I start thinking about what she's been up to. After like 15 minutes I fake a gasp (like I just woke up) and slowly get up to go piss for real. The laundry basket in the bathroom has some clothes in it, and the towel she used earlier is on top, neatly pressing and tucked into the edges containing all the clothes underneath, it looked like there was a big bubble in the basket contained by the towel. So I pull up the towel and see her clothes there and way deep inside is her underwear. I'm real suspicious now so I pull them out and look inside. Sniffing never tells you anything I think, but there was definitely a shit odor and a minor wet skid mark, ok she sharted maybe, but the pussy part was very moist in the middle and almost crusty hard at the edges. I know dried cum when I see it. When we have sex, I always clean up my cum with my underwear and it looked just like that. I'm not sure if women's cum is the same though. So I put everything back and quietly go back to dwell on it overnight. She looks like she's awake, but pretending to sleep. I don't say a word and lay there thinking. The next morning I take the minivan, the vehicle she had the day before. In the garage I noticed both front windows open all the way and the back windows opened on their hinges (they don't go down). It also has a funky odor to it. A light vaseline smell to be more precise. I get to work at 6:30 and I get a phone call at 8am from her asking why I took her van instead of my car. I told her I wanted to pick up new mouldings from the Home Depot for the hallway. She started acting weird again, saying how she just vacuumed the van yesterday at the car wash (among her other bullshit "trips" yesterday) and now I was going to get it dirty and how she hates driving my car to work (since when? I thought) and how I should've told her I was going to take the van. I told her I didn't think it mattered much and reassured her that I was just going to get new clean moulding after work. Lunchtime, I go out to the van and start scouring around for evidence. Yes, the van does look cleaned, freshly vacuumed carpet, but what the fuck is that vaseline smell? It was more pronounced with the windows closed all morning. And what the fuck is that smearing on the side rear window? I get in the back seat and the smell when I got there was overwhelming. and that smear on the back window was slightly greasy and a thin film, like something was wiped away. with the right light, it was definitely something that was attempted to be cleaned...and there's the cloth she used packed in the cupholder. I open it up and I smell a mix of windex and vaseline. It is a neon-yellow rag we use for windows and WOW, I see at least 6 short curly hairs stuck in the cloth. These are definitely black men's hairs, afro or whatever. We are white, we have no such hairs. I look on the seat and sure enough I find a few more on the fabric of the seat, at that same corner. I know what happened now. I move a bit to examine the rest of the seat and right where my knee was was a wet spot. This was cleaned at the same time it seems as the window. Must've been the cum drip spot she must've attempted to clean but it didn't dry all the way after less than a day. Then I found the smoking gun, a nice black metal comb, with the name "Jamal" etched in silver. It was wedged between the seat part and back part where the seatbelts come out. This was why she was upset about me taking the van. She/they couldn't find this guy's comb when they were done, so she was forced to do a thorough cleaning of the van before she came home the day before. What to do? I put the comb back, and left about a quarter inch sticking out from that fold where I found it and went back to work. I go to home depot and get the moulding after work and head home. Aha, she came home early today and was all too eager to help me pull the 5 pound moulding out from under the seats. I go inside and put the moulding down and look out the window of the house and see her in the backseat of the van and catch her at the exact moment when she found the comb. she shook the van with excitement getting out, putting the comb in her pocket on her way back to the house. She thinks I don't know anything. Do I return the favor and fuck someone else? Do I confront her? Or do I start cracking jokes over the next few days about black people to see her reaction? I don't know.

So I confess that this fantasy came from my head...

Sitting at the end of the block I could see the driveway of the boy's parent's home. It was about two hundred yards down the little street, and I was excited to see the boy peek out from the driveway and walk towards the car. I had brought a small camcorder to record the boy's walk from his house, and also to record the boy telling me out loud that he was going to totally submit to my will twenty-four hours a day, three-hundred and sixty-five days a year, until I see fit to release him from his enslavement.

Just eleven days ago he had been a completely naive, virgin, eighteen year old boy who struck up a conversation with an older man on a random chat site just because he was horny and wanted someone to talk to.

He had no idea what he was getting himself into during that online conversation, stupidly agreeing to come to my front door with his thin body shaven totally hairless to let me use him "however I wanted to." I can still picture the boy pulling that tight black winter hat over his eyes, unknowingly enslaving himself to me. He'd probably thought that the wildest thing he was going to do that night was pull his pants down outside the entrance to my place so I could look him over through the peep-hole. As he found out almost immediately, he was very wrong

Over those ten days the boy was changed permanently. As soon as he had entered my home he was restrained, collared, and very deeply ass-fucked while blinded by the hat with his arms secured tightly with handcuffs behind his back. He was then asked if he consented to what was happening to him while being video recorded to which he responded that he was. As soon as he nodded his consent he was throat-fucked and made to drink piss while kneeling in the shower. For the remainder of those ten long days, the boy was totally restrained, drugged, abused, and manipulated by multiple men, women, and toys.

I had kept the boy blind and deaf the whole time, making the young teen wear a video headset that forced him to watch and listen to a continuous feed of severely degrading and depraved bondage porn. whenever he wasn't blindfolded and being used by anyone, he would be tied up tightly in one of many painful positions, then he would have large rubber dildos and butt-plugs taped tightly in his mouth and perfectly shaved asshole that were meant to choke and gag his throat and keep his asshole stretched wide open.

I saw the boy at the end of the driveway looking around and realized he had no idea what my car looked like, he had been blindfolded the entire time. I waited till he looked back in my direction, then flashed my lights several times.

The boy turned and began walking towards my car slowly. As he walked he hung his head, completely disgraced and feeling totally worthless. I turned on the camcorder and began to film the boy's slow walk. As I filmed my little teenage slave walking towards my car, I narrated.

�This pathetic skinny boy walking towards my car turned eighteen a couple weeks ago. That means he's legally allowed to consent to all kinds of kinky sex. This is the same boy that has appeared in all of the teen slave video I made recently. This morning, I dressed him in tight young girls clothing and put him in very uncomfortable bondage, tying him to the bed in his bedroom at his parents home just before they arrived home from a vacation they had been on since before I even met this boy."

I paused in my narration and zoomed in on the boy's ashamed face.

He had obviously been found by his parents in the tight bondage I'd left him in this morning. The look on his downturned face was a mix of shame, obedience, and fear.

I then continued to narrate the video I was making as I recorded this boy choosing completely voluntarily to contact me again, completely cementing his position as my permanent, live-in slave boy who I could treat however I wanted.

"I gave him the choice of staying with his family, or coming with me. It looks to me like he's chosen to give his life to me, but I'll ask him once he is sitting in the back seat of my car so I can have videotaped evidence that the boy is totally consenting to what I want to do to him. If anyone comes looking for him, all I have to do is show them the video, that's why I've chosen to explain all this on video.�

Finishing my narration, I continued to film the small boy walking closer to my car, the limpness in his body and the shame in which he hung his head conveyed to me that his will and his self-esteem were just about gone. As the boy walked up to my car, I reached back and unlocked the back door. He got inside the car and shut the door.

I noticed that he was wearing sweats, and wondered what exactly had happened in that house over the last few hours. I mentally reminded myself to videotape a full confession of the boy later, explaining exactly what had happened when his parents had gotten home and seen him tied to the bed wearing the tight black shirt that said �Whore� on it and the little white spandex shorts that were probably supposed to be worn by a 14 year old girl playing volleyball. They were stretched so tight around his crotch that his little shaved cock made a large bulge. I wish I could have been there to see the reaction of his mother and father.

For now, I turned the camera to face the boy. He was sitting quietly in the back seat, his head hanging low as he stared down at the floor of my car. I pointed it at him for a few moments without him noticing and filmed the small, thin teenager sitting there cold and scared, then shut it off.

�Boy, I see that you have made the right choice. I hope you know that you are totally my property now, and that all of the perverted, painful, and horrible things that I've been doing to you so far are going to continue for as long as I want. In a few moments I'm actually going to allow you to talk, so listen very carefully to what I'm about to say.�

I grabbed the boy roughly by his neck and squeezed it tightly with one hand while yanking his hair back with the other, forcing him to look me directly in the eye. In this car was the first time he had seen me without a hood covering my face. Looking at him coldly, I spoke firmly and without emotion.

�You are my possession now. I own you. You are going to do whatever I tell you to do, right?

The boy nodded his head up and down, knowing that he wasn't allowed to talk until I told him to.

�I am going to turn on this camcorder and point it at your face. You are going to look directly into it and say your full name, your age, and your parents home address.�

The boy nodded his head up and down as he listened.

�You are then going to say that you consent to become a 24/7 slave to me, and that I permanently own you. You are going to say that you like being tied up and abused by older men, and that you will let any man who wants to abuse your body have full and total access to do whatever they want to you, as long as it's OK with me. You will tell the camera that you want nothing more than to be abused and bound and fucked in your little teenage mouth and that tight little asshole of yours. Do you think you can remember that?�

The boy nodded his head.

I took the camera, pointed it at him, and turned it on. He began to talk, but his head was still bowed in shame. I shushed him, then I put my hand under his chin and raised his face to meet the camcorder head-on. In the camcorder viewfinder you could see his face being lifted gently towards the camcorder by an obviously older and mature man's hairy arm, but nothing more. This was the first time he had been allowed to speak in my presence. His voice was high-pitched and very soft, almost like a young girl's. I nodded and he began to speak.

�My name is Jesse Rogers. I am eighteen years old, and my birthday is March 3rd, 1994. My parents live at 5429 Birmingham street in Royal Oak Michigan.� He paused.

I gave him a very dark and somber look because of the pause, and then I saw tears begin to form in his eyes. It was at this moment that I knew I had total control over this little teen boy. Not wanting him to cry on camera, I smiled at him and saw a calm look enter his face. He began to speak again.

�I give my full consent to become a 24/7 slave to my master, and he now permanently owns me. I enjoy when he ties me up even though it hurts a lot and gets really scary when he blindfolds me, and I love when him and his friends abuse me and choke me and put their cocks into my throat and my asshole. I promise that every man who wants to fuck and abuse my body will be allowed to do whatever they want with me as long as it's OK with my master.�

The boy fell silent. I turned off the camera and put my large hands around the boy's soft neck. As I felt the smoothness of his eighteen year old skin on the palms of my hands, I began squeezing his throat tightly while I looked him in the eyes.

His face began to turn a dark purplish red and he started gasping for air and struggling around on the back seat, terror growing in his eyes. I held his throat tight and yelled loudly at the little teenager who was struggling not to pass out.

�You forgot the best part boy. I'm going to turn on the camera again, and you are going to look right at it and say that you want nothing more than to be totally abused by as many men as possible. Say that you want to be bound and fucked hard in your throat and asshole. Tell me that you want men to choke you unconscious while they fuck your shaved little eighteen year old body. Say that you are totally worthless, that you were born to be a slave to a man, and that you will do anything I say.�

I released the boy's neck as he began to lose consciousness and he slumped over in the seat. I leaned over the front seat and slapped the boy hard repeatedly on his cheeks and face until he fully regained consciousness and sat up in the seat. I turned the camera back on and zoomed in on the boy's face, which was now bright red from getting choked almost to the point of blacking out and being slapped so hard over and over. The boy began to speak again in a very submissive, pathetic voice.

�I want nothing more than to be totally abused by as many men as possible.�

I nodded.

�I want to be bound, and then fucked hard in my throat and my asshole.�

I felt my erection growing in my pants.

�I want men to choke me unconscious while they fuck my limp little eighteen year old body. I am totally worthless. I was born to be a slave to a man. I will do anything you say.�

With that, I turned off the camera and took the hood from the front seat. It was a very tight leather hood with only a large mouth-hole. I put it over the boy's head and strapped it tight around his neck, plunging him into the familiar darkness. I took my handcuffs and secured the boy's wrists tightly behind his back, then I took a thick leather dog collar and strapped it tightly around the boy's neck. I leaned down and attached the collar to an O-ring I had installed in the floor of the back seat. I then drove straight for home.

Arriving at my place, I parked and got out of the car, then went around the side and opened the rear door. The boy was curled up in the fetal position with his neck attached tightly to the floor. I reached in and unlatched his collar, then roughly dragged him out of the car. I walked him to my front door, opened it, and led him inside.

I closed the door behind me, and turned to face the boy. He was wearing a sweatsuit, the collar, and the hood which made him look like the perfect example of a helpless young boy. I grabbed him by the hair and dragged him roughly towards the basement.

Once we reached the basement room I got behind the boy and pushed him so his face was pressed tightly against the concrete block wall. I tugged his sweatpants down to his ankles and was amazed at what I saw.

The boy was still wearing the little white shorts I had put on him this morning! I reached down into the back of the shorts with one hand and felt my huge butt plug still in his asshole. He must have had in the entire time, so I put my hand around it and slowly began to work it in and out of his cute little bubble butt as he began shake and cry. After moving the plug around in his ass for a moment, I grabbed tightly and pulled hard.

I felt his asshole try desperately to keep the plug in, so I pulled harder until the boy began screaming and I heard a pop as the plug came out of his ass. I pulled it out of the white boy-shorts and threw it in the corner. With my other hand, I reached down into the front of the shorts and grabbed his hairless little cock. He still had the tight cock-ring on his hairless little teenage penis but it had gone kind of soft.

I knew he was still on the two Viagra, so I began to fondle him with my one hand while the other was holding his head tightly against the wall. I could feel his soft little cock getting harder in my hand and I squeezed it tighter and tighter until it was rock hard.

I could hear the boy whimpering through the leather hood, So I leaned in behind him and put my elbow around his throat, holding him tightly against me as I abused his teenage cock. Putting my lips to his ear, I whispered to him.

�It turns me on so much to see how scared you are boy. I am so glad that you chose to become my slave. I can't wait to see how the torture affects you, I'm going to do things to you that you will never forget.�

I felt as the boy's muscles became rigid, and his body began to shake.

�I'm going to choke you now. I'm going to put my hands around your neck and choke you until you are unconcious. Then I'm going to hang you by your collar from the ceiling. I am going to slap your body until you wake up from the pain, and right when you wake up I am going to force feed you the stimulants that I kept you on all week, but I'm going to give you a very high dose. After that, I am going to invite all of my friends over to have a little party. I am going to fuck your throat with a dildo until you can't breathe while my friends take turns fucking your little asshole and shoving toys inside of you.�

The boy was sobbing heavily through the hood, and as he cried I ripped the rest of his clothing off of him. Once he was nude, I unlatched one of his wrists and quickly re-latched it in front of his torso. I grabbed hold of the boy and lifted him a few inches off the ground, then attached the tight handcuffs to the large hook I had in the ceiling.

With the boy hanging by his wrists, I stood behind him and noticed that with the him hanging at this height, my cock lined up perfectly with his ass. The boy was crying loudly through the mask as I stuck my fingers into his mouth and gagged him while gathering up his saliva in my hand. I reached down and coated my hard cock in the teen's saliva, then grabbed him by the hips and slowly pushed myself into his hairless asshole as the boy cried and moaned

Once I was as deep as I could get in the boy, I took one hand and reached around the boy's smooth waist and began masturbating his little shaved cock. The boy was still crying, but I could tell he was becoming more calm. I wanted to make the boy terrified, so I squeezed his cock extremely tight as I began to fuck his asshole as hard as I could. The boy began flailing around and sobbing louder, and as I fucked and groped the teen I took my other hand and brought it up to his neck.

As I fucked the boy brutally, I began to choke him by his throat, stopping his airflow and sending his body into a state of panic. I was getting very close to cumming, so I choked the boy with both hands as tightly as I could and felt his body begin convulsing. As he struggled and shook, I felt his asshole begin to tighten around my cock every time he tried to breathe. As his asshole convulsed around my cock, I felt his body begin to grow limp.

Just as the boy was making his last attempts to breathe, his asshole clenched tightly around my cock and I couldn't hold back any longer. I gave the boy's throat a last squeeze and felt his body go slack as I pumped my cum deep into his eighteen year old ass. With the boy unconscious, I slowly pulled out of him, then grabbed a large leather belt and began slapping him all over his body. When he woke up, I wanted every inch of his body to be in excruciating pain, so I spent a good ten minutes whipping the boy's hairless body as it hung from my ceiling.

By the time I was finished, the boy had dark purple welts running up and down his entire body. I took a few pictures of the boy, then went upstairs to print them and put them in the mail to be sent to the boy's parents. Along with the pictures, I had previously written a well though out thank-you note to this boy's mother and father. I read the letter to myself out loud.

�Dear Mr. and Mrs. Rogers,

Thank you so much for raising such wonderful son. He is everything I could ever want in a teenage boy-slave. I have included several photos that I have taken of your son since he left your home to live in my basement and be a fuck-toy for my friends and I. He will be kept in severely painful bondage whenever he isn't having his throat or his asshole fucked, will be permanently collared.

I hope you enjoyed finding him when you arrived home from your vacation. Being tied up in your home was entirely his idea by the way, he didn't know how to tell you his true feelings about his love of submission so he decided it was best if you just found out accidentally.

He is mine now. I am going to abuse your son in every way I can think of. I'm going to put a plastic bag over his head and tape it tightly around his neck, then watch as he struggles to breathe. I'm going to take him to an adult movie theater that I know of, and I'm going to chain him by his arms and legs to a small table, then videotape different men fuck him in his ass until he screams. When he screams, a man will shove his cock deep into your son's throat and hold it there as he gags and slobbers all over it. I am going to attach muscle stimulators to your son's shaved little teenage body and turn the electricity all the way up. I can't wait to see his little body tied tightly to a table, convulsing as the stimulators torture his weak muscles until he can't even stand. I am going to take your son to Mexico with me the next time I go too. I've been wanting to make him fuck different things, and I know some men in Mexico that can help me with that.

Anyway, thanks again for raising the best slave a man could ever want, I will use him well.

Sincerely,

Master

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One of my oldest friends is the girl who lives next door to me. Well, woman. Let’s call her crystal. She just turned thirty along with myself and the rest of our circle.

For the entire time I’ve known her she’s been a total square, just like the other girls in our group. I’m the only guy. One of very few black guys in this town on top of that. I’m kind of like their mascot. It’s been that way forever.

They’re a bunch of half assed Japanese speaking white anime fan girls who think they have a mean streak and aren’t growing out of anything. I get a pass on being edgy and shit just because this town has only ever seen like three of us since prohibition ended. So as far as they see it I'm thug as fuck.

They tease the ever loving shit out of me and I get to play the fool ass mother fucker who loves blue balls. Yeah I Cop a feel here and there, and the resident attention whore is always down to get “wasted” and show off (I love you Lizzy).

I get mine, just not from these girls.

I do my thing, lift weights,take care to stay lined up, keep it looking good so I just Show up to the party sacked or strapped and it’s like I’m their delinquent hood fantasy or something. It’s always been that way. I love this small town white trash sex haven.

So crystal is the hardcore Virgin, straight edge, no swearing, probably wears granny panties and she dresses like she’s afraid someone will notice she has a body. Oh shit does she have a body.

She’s thick I guess with Curly blonde hair, green eyes, librarian glasses, and no makeup ever. She’s baby fat soft, but plump and obsessed with aerobics. She hates her body and being “fat”. She thinks of fat people as being weak in general. No self control. Her sister is a cute plush cupcake with nothing to be ashamed of, but crystal will scold her to tears over her eating habits.

Anyway.

So we’ve known each other forever. We Grew up living next door to each other in a tiny town so we were best friends. Her mom’s been getting on her about meeting a guy and doing the good mom thing so she can have grand kids. This freaks her the fuck out, because well, that’s how she is.

So that brings us to about a month ago. I own the house I grew up in now. I bought it off my folks a few years ago. (Go Legal weed and housing crash) She still lives with her mom next door. It’s raining cats and dogs, (Finally, the drought is over) I’m doing dabs in my living room watching Hentai when the doorbell rings. I shut off the Tv and go answer.

It’s crystal. Soaking wet and looking more pissed than upset; dressed in her usual baggy hood and cargo pants. (Dumpy as fuck I’ve never even seen this girl in a t-shirt at this point)

She just blurts at me like I’m wasting her time. “I need to get high!”
That caught me way off guard, because that’s not something this girl does. I thought maybe she snapped and was having some kind of quiet one style psychotic episode.

“Well?” she follows up with. That snaps me back and I invite her in like a good stoner.

I ask her if she’s for real and what’s happening.

She tells me her mom started an online dating profile for her and was posing as her to set up a date.

“She said I needed a little push!” She was like cry yelling it.
She’s gone from furious to that creepy desperation hysterical crying where they’re like bawling, but laughing and talking shit to themselves about it.
Yeah, this girl needs to get high. I’m not trying to do her wrong, she’s my friend after all, so I pack her up a bowl of some monster cookies with some space queen cold water sprinkles on the roor and I start playing the flight attendant. You know, buddy system.

“Check it out this mix is super mellow, super euphoric, super creamy warm root beer.” I’m trying to make her laugh so she can relax a bit before her first session.

“It’s super strong so go easy and just do you.” Again trying to do her right.

“I just inhale?” She doesn’t look nervous, but she clearly has never been around the block.

“Yeah”

“OK, light me”

So I spark it and she starts the draw. It takes what feels like forever but she cashes the bowl in one big ass hit. Biggest I’ve ever seen in my life. I pull the carb and then we just wait…and wait…and wait…

“Breathe girl!” I kinda yell at her. Then she just sighs a cloud that fills my living room and says pack another.

I thought to myself no way you’ll want another in a minute so I’m packing it for me, but then I’m loaded up and she grabs the bong from me. I’d be mad, but it’s her so I’m just curious as fuck.
She burns that one down too. Same shit. Then she just kinda leans back and blows it all in my face.
I take the bong, reload, and do me. She’s couch locked hard while I smoke up with some oil in the salad.

Then I ask if she wants to watch something .

She nods hella faded and I ask her what.

“Porn!” she yells. Fuck it. The Girl’s having a midlife crisis. I stop acting shocked, this is how I live so whatever.

I pop the TV back on and my Hentai flick is still going.

We stayed like that for a minute. She was just leaned back on my couch guppy mouthed and Chinese eyed, I was just watching the porn wishing I could jerk off or hit that.
The she sits bold upright like she just remembered some shit. I pause the movie to see what she does next and she asks me “You know what sounds awesome right now?”
I’m expecting her to say something like deep fried ice creams sandwiches or something.

Nope. I ask her “What you fiending for?”

“I need to suck your dick.”

Holy fucking shit. I ask her. “Are you serious? You’re high as fuck right now.”
She just yells “DICK!” It startled the shit outta me I whipped it out.

Time and money are something I'm lucky enough to a lot of. I've got over ten racks in gold and diamonds in my dick. Six bars for a ladder, and two bars crossing the head. I don't fuck with squeamish fake teaser bitches.

She says out loud “Fuck yes!” then just drops her face down in my lap while she lays on the couch and starts fucking snacking on my dick. It was honestly kinda humbling.

She has no clue what she’s doing, She has clearly never done this before. Honestly though this shit wasn’t even about me, she was just working out a craving and I was the lucky fucker kicking back while she…buffet styled my dick. Like, she wasn’t sucking me off, she was licking all over it and trying to stuff it all down her throat. She kept gagging and coughing and snot was bubbling out of her nose. Nasty as fuck, but I’m in it for the long one now.

After a bit of her licking all over and testing the fit she just fucking throats me down. Oh my fucking god. She starts lurching and wretching I was positive she was about to fucking puke all over my lap then one fucking dry heave and she blows a huge wad of slime out her nose and she pulls off to get a heaving breath like she’s been drowning and like a whole other pint of goop just pours out her mouth and all over the front of her shirt. Now she looks like she’s gonna cry. My Dick is just standing there messy as fuck and in need of handling. She looks like she’s trying to process the mess she is and then blurts out “High is Awesome! Being high!” and has a laughing fit that goes on for way too long while I try to figure out if she’s done or not.

I bust out the rig for a dab while she makes up her mind and that snaps her out of her fit. I do mine still with my dick out, hard and nasty. She asks for one.

I tell her this shit is space case pro grade.

She says “Get me higher.”

Fuck it. She takes the dab just as easy as the bong load, lets it off. Then she says. “Lean back, more dick.”
With that she busts off the soaked fucking hoodie she was wearing and she didn’t have anything on underneath.
Then I seem them. They’re just there.
I wasn’t ready. She went from total unknown girl next door bate crush to one of a kind world record porn star tits staring me in the face, right there in front of me. The biggest tits I have ever seen on any women in my life. I thought she was just a plumper like her sister. But it was all tits. She was fit under all that.

It clicks for her what just happened too and she says. “H cup. I buy bras through the mail.”
Then down she goes. She works out her issues on my dick for like a half hour before she pops off my cock all a sudden then says ”Pussy Now.”
I’m like fuck, I guess I’m done. But then she takes off her pants and panties then crawls back up on the couch and leans over the arm rest with her ass pointing at me.
“Pussy now!” She barks it out like it’s all she’s ever said to me and I figure she wants it all now.

I’m not worried, I cut my shit years ago. Guess it’s time for pussy now.

I’m all throat slimed up so I know I’m good. But I don’t want to wreck this vibe so I get in to eat that pussy from the back and she freaks the fuck out when I get my tongue in there. (Power muff FYI)

“What is that doing?” “No Gross! No don’t! “ she fights it for maybe five seconds.
Then all she can say after that is “I love my pussy.”

It was a little weird, but I got used to it.

She was just chanting it the whole time.

“I love my pussy.”

Once she’s all sauced up and sloppy She just says, “Break it in”

Fuck yes. I lay it in her and I’m not gentle about it.

She’s still chanting, but now it’s all “Pussy! Oh Pussy! My Pussy!”

It’s hot, but also, I don’t know If I’m good with pussy for a bedroom pet name, you know?

She’s calling for her lost pussy to come home while I’m rock hard stone bonin’ her from the back.

I know I’ve hit something special because she starts throwing it back at me and her pussy chant is now “Big dick” She barks it every time she bottoms out and I can feel her cervix knocking my cock.

Not long now. She Keeps slamming back into me harder and harder then it happens.
She starts yelling pussy again, she stops throwing it and just rests with me balls deep in her and I can feel her pussy having a fucking seizure on my dick. She erupts all over the fucking couch. Just fucking gushes buckets.

She starts rambling, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry ,I’ll clean it up!”

I tell her not to trip and I need to get mine.

She says ok.

I waste no time and I give it to her like she owes me on a pound.
She’s not asleep, but she’s clearly out of whatever energy was pushing that episode. i get to drunk fuck her for a few minutes then I blow my load in her pussy just for the cheap thrill of being first.

I passed out on the couch with her and when I woke up later that evening she was in my shower.
She came out naked, “My clothes have, stuff on them. Can I wash them?”

I tell her yeah, then I ask “So what was that and what’s up now?”

She kisses me on the nose and says, “You’re mine now.”

My first instinct was "Say what now bitch?"

But, I have no desire to resist this woman.

It’s been about a month now and we’re still dating.

She’s changed though. Still dresses dumpy as fuck, but she is a stone cold party girl. Loves to get fucked up and dicked down.

She says I'm the only one that can get it.

Turns out her mom isn't happy i'm the one getting it though. She says she's voting trump or some shit.
Bitch.

Crystal says not to trip on it though. She says I don't belong to her.

I think I'm in love. I hope it lasts.

*Erotica, all individuals are adult age 18+*She walked home from class past my house every day. She was soo punctual that I could have set my watch to her arrival, I would come outside and fiddle around in the yard about 3:50 because I knew that when would show up at 4. It started as just admiring her body as she walked but a few weeks back I had become braver and started striking up conversations with her and it has now become a daily ritual. I learned her name was Beth, she was 20 and in her sophomore year of college. Over the winter she usually wore a heavy coat and tight jeans that concealed her body but as summer was upon us now she had shed the coat for camis and little shorts or thigh length sundresses. She always loved to tease with her summer outfits as her DD tits were usually on display, bouncing while she walked as her tops struggled to contain her amazing looking breasts. Her hourglass figure shown perfectly going down to a bubble butt ass connected to long legs. Her long blonde hair in a high ponytail would dance around her back while she walked. When she stopped to talk it felt like her blue eyes would pierce my soul and see through whatever bullshit I had brought up in conversation seeing the lust that hid behind my eyes. Usually our conversations were short but the last week they had gotten longer and it felt like she was lingering around just to tease me. I caught her shoe untied yesterday and when it told her she immediately got down on one knee to tie it revealing that she wasn't wearing underwear as her tight little pussy played peekaboo with me while her tits spilled out of her top. I looked at her lustfully trying to hide my gaze as she finished and stood back up. She has the kind of beauty that causes boys to walk in to things and fall over as she struts down the street but lacks the perception of the world around her and the confidence in herself to see what effects her little outfits have on others. Today was different, I had recently bought a van for work and I was cleaning it out to stock it with supplies I needed throughout the day. I had noticed the metal rings bolted to the floor for securing cargo in the back of it, one of the reasons that I had bought the vehicle initially because I was tired of things sliding around while I drove, but my mind had wondered what other uses I could make with them as my mind wondered lustfully about the daily visitor I had. Today I was in and out of it putting things away as she came strolling by. We started our conversation in the usual way exchanging pleasantries when she offered to help get things out of the garage and put them in the van with me. I couldn't refuse and seeing her dress ride up her fantastic ass as she bent over to grab boxes out of the garage then again when she leaned in to the van pushing the boxes to the back drive my desires. Her back was to me as I dabbed some cleaning chemical on a rag and followed her to the Van. She put her load down and when she stood back up she stood on to me. My left arm wrapped around her stomach and the rig in my right hand covered her mouth and nose. She struggled for a moment trying to scream but all that came out were well muffled shrieks. Before her body went limp. I quickly attached a color around her neck locking it in place so it couldn't be removed, a 10 foot chain attached to the collar was then locked to the cargo ring in the back of the van. I had made sure to remove the inside lock slider on the side door and closed it with her laying in back. My heart was racing as I frantically scanned around to see if I had drawn any attention, to my relief I found the street empty.  I climbed in to the drivers seat and drove out in to the boondocks 20 minutes away from my house. I knew the area well as I had come out here many times to relax and enjoy the scenery. I'm my many trips to this spot and hours at a time I had spent here I knew that no one would be around. During the drive I could hear her coming around and shuffle herself as I parked the van and shut it off I looked back to see her rubbing her head and eyes realizing something was around her neck. I got out and went to the side door, opened it up to see her on her ass with her legs bent under her. Her blue eyes looked up pleading at me clearly confused about what was happening. I told her to get out of the van and she stood there in front of me trembling. I looked at her lust filled as the chain dropped over her shoulder as she stood there while I admired her body. She had a confused look in her eyes but clearly realized what was happening as the affects of the chemical cleaner wore off. My hands on her shoulders I played with her dress straps and slid them down her arms her dress dropped down her body to the ground. I pushed her to her knees in front of me feeling slightly guilty about what I was doing to her innocence but I couldn't stop myself. "Scream of you want, no one will hear you. We're not leaving until I'm finished!" I tell her, watching the tears streak down her face. She mumbles something under her breath, to me it sounds like she says good but I can't really make it out for sure. She stares straight forward at my cock bulging against my pants as I grab her hands and place them on my belt "undo my pants and have a closer look" I command. She does, fumbling around with my belt before she unbuttons and unzips my pants. She guides them down my legs, I watch her intently as my cock pops out, she stares her eyes get wide clearly conflicted by the amazement of seeing my cock for the first time as it stands throbbing in front of her and disbelief of what is happening. My hand wraps around her ponytail as I guide her head towards me and I tell her to open her mouth. The head of my cock slides between her lips as the press around me. I can feel her nervousness as it slides in and out of her mouth. She doesn't know exactly what she's doing and it shows as she's just taking her ques from me. I try pushing in deeper with every stroke and as I get about 3/4 of the way in she chokes and puts her hands on my thighs pushing me back as I watch her tits bounce while she coughs around my cock. I guess instinct kicked in at that point as she wrapped her hand around my cock to keep me from pushing in too deep again. Her lips tighten around my cock and I can feel a slight suction. My cock feels rock hard in her grip as she starts working her mouth up and down my shaft on her own, but now she's clearly figured out what I meant when I said we're not leaving until I'm finished but it seems that she hasn't had much practice at giving blowjobs as hers is mediocre at best ans and to me this is only the appetizer of the evening. She works her mouth around my cock as her hand slides up and down the shaft now with vigor and I can feel it throbbing with her touch. I pull back on her ponytail pulling it out of her mouth and I pull her back up to her feet, her perfect naked body standing in front of me as her chest pokes out towards me. My hands on her tits and I fondle her pushing her back I lift her in to the doorway of the van, her feet resting on the step as I push her on to her back. Her legs are spread giving me a view of her tight little pussy, I stroke my cock slowly as I admire the view for a moment before I slide down to my knees to start kissing her thighs. She whimpers and moans as I slowly kiss a path to between her legs and around her little slut. Her body starts to betray her as she rocks herself back and forth gyrating her hips while my tongue teased her. Her moans come in to rythim with her body as my tongue slides up and down from her ass to the tip of her pussy, while I look up at her I see her hands clutching her breasts. My cock twitching between my legs at the sight as my tongue pushes her apart and starts to explore her. I find her clit as I slowly flick it with the tip of my tongue her breath becomes heavy. Her hands on her stomach as she continues to roll her hips bucking again me I feel her body tensing up and releasing as she moans louder with her body shakes. I feel here hands move to my head as my finger starts to slide in her pussy, I feel her contractions around it as I add a second finger, I worked it in but she's tight. Her pussy leaking lubricates my fingers entry in her, her breath becomes labored moans becoming almost constant as I slide my fingers in and out of her. She puts her hands on top of my head pulling me in as she starts violently grinding her pussy against my tongue and starts screaming "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" her pussy clamps down hard on my fingers and juices staring shooting from her pussy as she rolls her hips. I try lapping up ever drop as she comes hard for the first time rolling right in to a hard second orgasm then an even harder third orgasm releasing even more juices every time. Her hands pushing my head back from her pussy as she tries to regain her composure. Her hips still rolling as I kiss the top of her pussy making my way back up her body as my lips land on her nipples my cock slides against her pussy, parting it with my shaft as she pushes back grinding herself against me. She wraps her legs around me and I make my way up to her lips, her arms wrapped around my neck as she pulls me down and we kiss deeply as we continue to tease each other. I know I need to quit for a minute to get the condoms out of the glove box I put there for this occasion but I can't stop myself and she shows no signs of releasing me. Her moans are intoxicating making me loose whatever control I have left as we slide her pussy up and down against My cock.she pushing herself up and I pull back just enough that the head of my cock finally finds her sopping wet pussy entrance the head of my cock starts its journey inward. She has a tightness o hadn't felt in many decades since I was her age as I push myself forward she squeaks with pleasure as she grips my cock tightly and releases it with every inch until I'm as far as I can get inside of her. Slowly, gently I pull out to push back in, her pussy gripping my cock swallowing it before she releases so I can pull back out. Every thrust is met with her pushing back as her legs pull my body in to hers. My pace slowly increasing with her moans, her contractions begging me for more and trying to coax the cum from my body as my hips slap in to her thighs. Her breathing become heavy, labored with my thrusts as she starts to orgasm wildly and I push in harder. Her tits bounce with every thrust and she pulls me down for another kiss before pushing my head towards her breasts, gripping one with my hand while I suck the nipple of the others I continue thrusting in to her. I can't last much longer at this pace as the pressure builds iny balls, she's become a savage begging for my cock to fuck her harder while she orgasms, shooting squirts of juices against my body. I know I shouldn't cum in her but there's nothing I can do to stop myself as she grips my cock, her legs pulling me in and with a final push deep I release myself, squirt after squirting ejects for my cock shooting ropes of cum deep within her as I push in hard moaning. Her eyes looking up at me grow wide as she figures out what I have just done. A worrying look overtakes her face for a moment before she tightens her legs around me and finishes orgasming herself. I pull out and push in her a couple more times as she releases her grip from me. When I finally pull my deflating cock out of her a stream of cum flows out and down on to the van step. Sle lays there looking at me in disbelief of what just happened rubbing her sore used pussy. After a while of rubbing herself and cooking she speaks "this isn't exactly what I had imagined things would go, but I was starting to wonder how long it would take you to get the hint and make a move, I've been trying to tease you for weeks" In disbelief I mutter that it's been hard to resist. She grins at me and says "you can take the chain off of the collar, I'm not going anywhere anyways in the middle of nowhere" she giggles "but I'm keeping the collar." I release her from the chain, we both get dressed. She sits in the front with me on the way back to my house, her hand on my thigh playing with my.cock the whole way home. As we pull in she leans over and gives me a kiss before saying "we should go on another ride again soon. As she gets out her dress comes up showing off her perfect ass, she pulls up her dress for another view before she walks off going home. I go in the house and stroke off another load thinking about everything that just happened and I can't wait to see her again walking back from class tomorrow wondering what she'll be wearing.