Nice vs- Brest

Eb from my spin class at gym

I wonder what's hidden in this image? Something is there, look at the file size and the IPTC is garbled code.

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This sounds kinda racist but until last weekend I didn't really think black girls were that attractive. But last weekend I started talking to this one girl I know and I didn't even know she was black at all she had such a white voice. We started texting and all and then she called me and later that night we had phone sex and as far as phone sex goes, it was really fun. Then she started being more of a girlfriend-like figure towards me and we started to get going and then her mom cancelled her phone. Though we started messaging on fb I feel down. We told each other we love each other and then on fb said, "i couldn't stop thinking of you... i think i'm actually in love with you"

she replied saying

"Awe well you shdun't be man.I"m nto gujnn eb good enough for you..Shh ik what ur thikin wtf.. just listen to me..just pretend you never knew e or met me okay?"

she lives quite a ways away from me, at the edge of town and I don't know what to do any more. I'm a sad panda.

i am 22 and she is 21, we are in the new york area and want to try a threesome. we have never done anything like this so we want to talk before hand and at least prove that you are real and safe. we have pics for trading for prove of us, we ask you do to. please only female respond and eb in the ny area. we are looking forward to hearing from you

I have a bit of a situation here, and thought I would solicit some advice. Im not completely sure I did the wrong thing, but I may have, and its bugging me a bit.

Heres what happened:

My wife had a business trip to make last week, and as we were loading her things into the truck for the run to the airport, a neighbor came by, walking her dog. Sally and her husband live around the corner from us, a few houses down. We dont know her well, other than from other times like that, when she stops to chat for a couple of minutes. We talked about the usual things, commenting on the weather, etc., and she said something about the suitcase I had just put in the truck. We explained that my wife was headed out of town for work, and her gift to me, since she had to be gone, was to arrange for the kids to spend a few nights with their friends, so Id have a break. We said goodbye to the neighbor and hurried on out to the airport.

I headed on into work and put in a full day, made longer than usual, it seemed by the number of fires I had to put out niggling little things that various staff members called about or came by to discuss. I was so glad to get home to the quiet and settle back with a glass of Scotch and see what was happening on ML.

I had just begun to settle in when there was a knock at the carport door. I set the MacBook aside and went to see what was up. You guessed it standing at my door was the dog-walking neighbor. She was holding a plate and, as I opened the door, she walked right in and set it on the kitchen counter.

Brownies. Just made them. I figured somebody should take care of you while youre home alone. Did you just get in from work?

Im not much on sweets, but I did the right thing and thanked her for thinking of me and said yes, that I was just settling down from long day and was glad to be home. Being generally hospitable, I asked, Can I get you something to drink? I know we have some Coke and Sprite, and maybe a couple of other things. (I wasnt going to offer her alcohol, because I remembered that she was in AA, because we had discovered that we had a mutual friend who was in her group.)

Honestly, that looks a lot better right now, she said, pointing to my Scotch. What are you drinking?

I was a bit surprised, but I figured that she was an adult and could make her choices.

Scotch.

Yum. What kind? She stuck her nose over my glass.

Laphroiag. Its pretty smoky I have some other things you might like better.

No, that smells perfect!

I have to admit I was impressed. It seems that not so many people like Scotch, and certainly not the strong, peaty stuff that I favor. Ten-year-old Laphroiag cask strength whisky cant be beat. Whisky Magazine awarded it Best Single Malt in the World. (I know you think Im off track by now, but this relates to my dilemma!)

Anyway, I poured her a single shot, not wanting to overdo it, given her history. I moved my computer from the chaise lounge where I had been sitting earlier, and we sat down. Sally is easy to talk to, so we sipped and chatted about the weather, work, kids, etc. Shes also pretty easy to look at. Standing probably 57, she has shoulder length auburn hair, a fairly fit body, with nice curves. Im not great at describing women, but you get the picture I didnt mind too much that I was suddenly hosting my vanilla neighbor for an after-work drink. It was actually proving to be better entertainment than I expected. Looking at the way she nicely filled out the tank top she had on, revealing rather larger nipples under the thin, taut fabric, I realized I was getting hard.

I quickly averted my glance from her breasts to her face and found her looking straight at me I had been caught! She gave me a quick wink and turned to take another sip of Scotch. Then she said, Looks like somebodys pretty happy to be here, and stretched a hand over and laid it across the bulge in my crotch!

Oh, shit! I thought, but before I could say anything, she had turned to fully face me, covered my mouth with hers, and began to kiss me passionately as she massaged my cock through my pants. She was quite a kisser, and between that and the work her hand was doing on my, I was as hard as a rock.

Finally, broke the kiss and she came up for air. Maybe taking care of you should involve something better than brownies. With that, she slid down onto her knees in front of me, and began to undo my pants.

Some of you have been in this kind of situation before, I assume. If you have, you realize that once a woman has her hands on your cock, common sense can go out the window. Not only did I not try to stop this supposedly vanilla neighbor whose husband I had never met, but I raised my hips so she could slide my trousers and underwear down and off.

She grinned as she squeezed my cock. It was already leaking old-cum heavily, and as a large drop began to run down the front of it, she darted her tongue out to catch it, looking into my eyes.

Mmmm. Lets see what else this thing has in it, she purred, as she slid her full lips over me, engulfing the head and sliding all the way down. She made only the slightest gagging sound as I hit the back of her throat; she pressed on, and the next thing I knew, her lips were encircling the base of my cock. With my tool completely stuffed down her throat, she looked up again. Her deep brown eyes were wide. She batted her lashes at me and slid back.

I think I can work with this, she said. Lie back and relax!

For the next fifteen minutes she gave me one of the best blowjobs I can remember and Ive have some good ones, many from women on this site. She worked my cock over with her mouth, sliding up and down, augmenting her efforts with expert twists of her hands over my shaft below her lips. Occasionally, she would lick the length of it, from balls to the glans, taking the head in her mouth and swirling her tongue around the ridge of the corona. Turning her head sideways, she slid her wet tongue and lips up and down the front of it, alternately taking the frenulum gently in her teeth, and then sucking it as she ran her tongue along it.

At one point, she stopped to wet a finger and began to work it up my ass, as she continued sucking. With long, slow strokes, she took my entire shaft again and again, while massaging my prostate. It was incredibly intense, and I could tell that the impending orgasm would be huge. My balls felt like they were boiling. I lay back, warmth rising in my chest, watching her at her work. Up and down, rolling her tongue across the front of my cock with each stroke.

Finally, I erupted with huge contractions six or eight strong jets of cum shot into the back of her throat. She kept sucking. Up and down, up and down. As my spasms ebbed and my body began to relax, coming down from its high, she squeezed everything out of me with her mouth, not losing a drop. Not until my cock began to wilt did she release me, giving the head a final kiss and looking up with a smile.

Better?

All I could do for a minute was nod. With a big grin, she said, Good! Ill be over to check on you again tomorrow and Ill have more time to take care of you thoroughly!

We stood up, and I pulled my pants on again and walked her to the door. A nice hug and a kiss, then she was on her way home.

So, heres the question that Im trying to resolve in my mind. Was I wrong to give a shot of Scotch to someone whos in AA?

I'm a little shy...

Update on the cock craving I posted about last month.



It turns out I didn’t have to look too far. I have a woman friend. We’re not physically intimate. Never have been. But we get together every so often for a beer and to swap stories. She knows about my early experiences with guys so it wasn’t odd that I would tell her that I was thinking about getting some dick for the first time in years. The problem is that I work, recognizably, at a public job, for uptight people, and it wouldn’t go over too well if they heard I was trolling for a fuck on Tindr. Worse if it was Grindr.

She kinda chuckled and told me she thought she might have just the guy for me. A friend of hers in Colorado Springs, about my age, happily married for about three years but kinda sexually stifled by a wife who, while she liked the ‘normal’ stuff, was a real 3 Position Sally, blowjobs (no swallowing) on his birthday, nothing kinky, kinda person. Lovely woman. I’ve met them both at her house, so they weren’t strangers, but I knew precious little about them.

Long story short, they were up a couple of weeks ago and I got to ‘bump into them’ as if by accident. My lady friend had texted him and asked if he remembered me. He did. Was he still thinking of finding someone to play with? He was. Was he still interested if it was a guy? Depends on the guy. Remember Val? VAL?! He had no clue I would consider a guy.

 We chatted for a minute in her back yard about ‘the next Bronco season’, and made a plan.

His wife works four 10 hour shifts a week at a hospital. Sometimes she’s off Thursday-Saturday. Sometimes Sunday-Tuesday. Some of those don’t overlap with his work schedule. He’s a 9-5, Mon-Fri guy. So, on some Fridays and Saturdays, there are about 12 hours a day, if you include the commute, that he has free.

Free to meet someone in a motel. Someone who also works 9-5, Mon-Fri.



He got a room in Denver and was waiting when I pulled up, delayed by Denver’s monstrous rush hour. I knocked on the door and he answered, dressed almost exactly like me. T-shirt. Sweat pants. Athletic shoes. Same colors even. We laughed and then I asked if he was still up for it. He dropped his sweats to his ankles and asked if that answered my question.

 He wasn’t huge. 4 1/2, maybe five. Cut. Small in the balls. Thick in the shaft.



I gave my first blowjob as a teenager and I didn’t mind swallowing back then. But after the few I had given as an adult, I wasn’t too hip to the idea. When he asked if I was going to swallow, he didn’t know that I knew that his wife didn’t. I told him I would and guided him to the desk chair. 

I worried that maybe I wasn’t going to be good enough at it. I was when I was much younger and my one real gay affair had never complained. But doubt does creep in. I started slow. Licking, tonguing, kissing the shaft while pumping with a loose fist. Then I had the head in my mouth, paying attention to his breathing and his hips. When we got to ‘Aw fuck, aw fuck, aw fuck!”. I pumped harder, took him in deeper, and when his hands took hold of my head, I pumped until I felt those few drops of cum and took him all the way down.



So much cum.

Swallowed every drop.

He asked what he could do for me and I was honest with him. I have a history of spinal injuries. As I’ve aged, my ability to get and maintain an erection has ebbed and now, at nearly 60, a real hard on is rare. So while I wouldn’t mind, I just really wanted to get him off and would he want to fuck.

 His answer was to strip completely, as did I, and I knelt on the edge of the bed.

I’ve always been iffy about rimming someone. I’ve done it but it’s usually in the shower. He, on the other hand, wanted to do it to his wife and she wouldn’t let him. With finger and tongue, he took his time and got me well and truly ready. Then pushing me forward on the bed, he knelt behind me. He’d come prepared. I heard him putting on a condom and there was the click of a lube bottle cap. 

Friends, I was right to want to get fucked. He didn’t go as deep as maybe I would have been able to take but he was thick enough to stretch me wide and make it sting. That man could fuck.

Where the blowjob might have taken about 4 minutes, he stirred me up for about 20. When he grabbed my hips and stuffed all of him in me and came, he was wheezing so hard that I thought maybe I’d coronaried him. I don’t know where he got it all but when he pulled out, even after all the cum he’d fed me, that reservoir tip was full.

He looked at mine, dangling there. “Because of me?”

“No,” I replied, “Because of me. But believe me, hard cock or no, that fat thing of yours felt sooooo good in me!”


We showered together and when I lathered his privates, he stiffened up again. He’s almost my age and where hardness is difficult for me to achieve, it seemed that he was built like a teenager.

We dried off in a hurry and I laid down on my back, pulled my knees up, baring my asshole, and said something like, “You had better make this one memorable. It’s gonna need to last,”



”Until next time?”

“Until next time.”



When he came this time, it was the last gasp of empty balls. He pulled off the condom and came on my soft cock and balls. Even that felt good.



Will there be a next time? With him? Maybe. He’s good but he’s married and while we were talking he admitted that this could be a one-time thing. But even if it’s not him, I could see me playing with the right guy. I don’t mind swallowing as much as I thought I did. And I definitely enjoyed being fucked.



I still enjoy and prefer the company of women. And if I can get hard enough to fuck, I’d rather share it with a woman. But somehow, getting another guy off is something completely different and I’ve still got a craving for it. If I do it again, I’ll let you know.

The Drive Home…

 Confession....

My girlfriend's name at that time was Carly, and when I think back, I'm pretty sure that the reason I liked her was that she was filthy. She loved to fuck. She loved sucking my cock and swallowing my semen. She loved having her pussy licked and cuming on my face, and she was always up for trying new things sexually.

Carly was perfectly built. She was a semi-professional ballerina, and although only 5'2" tall, she had the physique of an athlete. She had little pretty feet with painted toenails, strong, slender legs, a tiny waist, and a strong torso with high, firm 30B breasts. I could hold her arse cheeks in one hand. She had a cute pear-shaped face with big blue eyes. All this was topped off with long curly blonde hair and surfer-tanned skin! She would turn the head of any man.

I think that the best thing about Carly was that she had a very confident attitude towards sex. If she thought something would be fun or feel good, she would do it. She didn't let silly things like inhibitions or embarrassment get in the way.

I'll give you an example.

After one of our very first dates, I was driving us home from the cinema. It was after midnight, and the summer night air was cooling down the heat of the day. As I drove, Carly started rubbing my thighs and leaning over and biting my ear. This was a sure sign with her, and she told me that she was mega horny and wanted me inside her. I was obviously happy to oblige, but couldn’t do anything as we were on the motorway. She flicked on the car's interior light and sat back in her seat. She turned so that she was facing me with her back against her car door. She kicked off her shoes and lifted one of her pretty little size 3 feet with red toenails onto my shoulder and the other onto the dashboard of the car. Then she hitched up her bum and wriggled out of her skirt and underwear and immediately plunged two fingers into pussy. I could see that she was clearly soaking wet and needed no extra lubrication. Her pussy took her fingers easily, and she began rolling them around and pumping them in and out.

Bearing in mind this was only our second or third date, it's what happened next that surprised me.
The only way I can describe it is: have you ever seen Winnie the Pooh eating honey from a honey pot?

I nearly crashed the car as this fiery little 22-year-old hottie sat in my passenger seat, pumping her two fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy, then lifting them straight into her mouth to drink her juices. Over and over she did it. Fingers pumping in and out of her pussy hole, once, twice, and after the third time up to her mouth.

I have never seen anything like it. She was really going to town on herself.

In, out, in, out, up to her mouth and hungrily sucking and cleaning her fingers. She was grinding herself and making a low primeval growling noise from her throat.

By now, her face and chin were getting as wet as her pussy. Her pussy juices were literally dripping off her chin, mouth and pussy holes were soaking.

I still had 5 miles until the next junction where I could exit the motorway, so I did my best to watch her show whilst trying not to drive into the central reservation.

After a few more minutes and repetitions of the pussy fingering and the sucking clean, she started moaning more loudly and groaned, saying she was going to cum. Her eyes rolled in her head as she worked herself hard now. Hard, fast and deep. I watched her legs start to shake, and she focused her hand action on her G-spot now. She left her fingers inside her pussy and pumped her pretty digits back and forth to get them deeper. I could hear the wet squelching as she ebbed, nearing her orgasm. Faster and faster she worked at herself, clearly knowing how to work her genitals to maximum pleasure until she tensed. She squeaked a high pitch, and I watched as she emptied a huge amount of liquid from her pulsing pussy onto the car seat. She flooded her seat.

These days, ‘gushing or squirting' is a thing that lots of people are aware of, but back then in my early twenties and before 'internet porn’, I'd never seen a girl do this.

I was amazed to see this clear liquid spurting from her hole. It splashed me in the face and soaked my clothes and the car. I felt it hot on my face and on my lip. My tongue automatically darted out of my mouth and tasted her juice. It was salty with a musk not dissimilar to my own semen, but it also had a slight urine aroma. It was heaven.

For a moment, I was just shocked and took a second to refocus. I checked the road and panicked, thinking about how long I had been distracted.

When I looked back at Carly, I saw that she had moved both her hands to form a little cup beneath her oozing pussy hole. I thought that she had been attempting to catch her mess as it had flooded from her. But then she carefully raised her cupped hands upwards, being careful not to spill the pool of liquid she had in her hands. She raised it to her mouth and drank it coolly down. She clearly savoured and enjoyed the special liquor that she had produced with her genitalia. She closed her eyes and relished her special potion, being careful not to spill a drop.

As she finished her elixir, I saw that I was only a couple of miles from our exit from the motorway.
She sat purring with contentment in the passenger seat with a satisfied glow and a silly grin. Her face was flushed red, and her breathing was beginning to calm. She did not attempt to close her legs, which were splayed wide with her soaking wet slit naked and exposed to my eyes. Equally, she did not attempt to clean her face, which was shinning soaked. Sticky liquid hung from her chin, and I noticed how wet her hair was from all of the frantic splashing of her juices.

I asked her, "Babe, that was so fucking sexy, have you done that before?"

She smiled and answered without any hesitation or bashfulness, "yeah loads. I used to do it a lot growing up". She giggled and continued, "I used to masturbate by rubbing my hairbrush on my pussy, but then I found this weird thing in my mum's bedside table which had a curve at the end and would hit me inside in a whole new way". She giggled again.

I raised my eyebrows, intrigued, "Right, go on”, I said. I was loving this.

She smiled, acknowledging my excitement. "So basically I used to use using my mum's vibrator, as a sex toy, but I didn't know that it was actually a sex toy. I'd do it until it made my legs shake, cause I didn't know that was an orgasm". She laughed like she was telling me a pub joke! My wide-eyed, open-mouth expression must have encouraged her to continue.

She went on, "The silly thing was that I couldn't actually fit it into my pussy at first, so I used to rub my pussy with my fingers and would push my mum's vibrator into my arse". This made her really laugh again. I was amazed. She had no embarrassment at all.

"So, I would literally bounce up and down with my mum's vibrator in my bottom, and one day I got so carried away that I missed and hit my pussy and it went in! I think that I took my own virginity that day." Again, she laughed.

"Anyway, I told one of my friends about it, and she told me that she rubs herself in the same way, but she really wanted to see this magical device from my mum's bedroom drawer. So we arranged a sleepover, and I showed her how I use it. She sat watching me plug this hard pink thing in and out of myself. I could tell it was exciting her by the way she kept wriggling around and adjusting her skirt and underwear. This just spurred me on. I guess she got to a point where she needed some personal satisfaction, and she asked if she could try. One thing led to another, and we ended up rubbing our pussies together, but that time when my legs started shaking, I became super wet down there. But it felt great. My friend asked me if she could kiss me, down there, and I agreed if she'd let me kiss her back, and I just liked the taste after that". 

I was stunned by Carley’s candidness.
"So after that, I would rub myself loads, every morning in bed and in the bath at night and any other opportunity I had. I learned how to make my orgasm wet, cause that's what felt the best and every time I'd lick my fingers or try to catch it and drink it". She told me proudly.

Only now did I notice how hard my cock was and how it was straining against my jeans.
As I finally exited the motorway, I pulled into the first lay-by I could find and stopped the car.
I looked back at Carly, who had now assumed a mischievous grin and who said coolly, 'Get out of the car.’

I did as I was told and immediately started surveying my surroundings. I was looking for a little wooded area or maybe a bus stop to dart behind. My eyes were like a radar system scoping a suitable target.

Carly's car door opened too, and she followed me out of the car. She had taken an extra moment whilst I assumed she had straightened herself up a little. However, when she emerged, I saw that she was now completely naked.

If I'm honest, I felt a small amount of panic at her nudity in such a public place. Yes, it was late at night, but every few minutes a car would exit the roundabout, and either head left away from us or circle the roundabout and head past us in our lay-by.

“Babe, seriously?" I stammered as I watched her sexy, tight body slinking towards me.
"Don't be such a prude”, she giggled back as she took my hand and led me to the front of my car.
She spoke again in a firm and controlling tone, "Bend over with your hands on the bonnet".
I did as I was told. She stood behind me, and I felt her hands encircle my waist and expertly undo my belt and jeans. She pulled them down, which wasn't easy as I was bent forward.
As my jeans hit the floor, a car whizzed past us. I turned my head to watch the car's brake lights flash on as the driver's brain momentarily attempted to compute if what they thought they just saw was actually real or if their brain was playing tricks in the darkness. The brake lights went off, and the car carried on into the distance.

Carly now hooked her fingers into the waist of my boxers and she quickly whipped them down, allowing my heaving blood-filled cock to spring free into the cool night air. It felt good.
I could feel her kneeling behind me, and she reached her right hand around to grab my aching cock whilst her left hand came up between my legs to grasp my hefty ball sack. 

Carly loved my balls and would play with them all the time. She said that she loved the way they felt in her hand.
She used her left hand to squeeze and pump my bollocks while her hand began a steady back and forth on my heaving cock.

I saw another car exit the motorway and watched with relief as it took the first exit left from the road, away from our 'not too secluded lay-by'.

As I watched the car move away, I felt a new sensation. Carly's hot breath on my asshole changed from exciting warm air to a hot, wet tongue.

I moaned with immediate enjoyment and allowed myself to push back slightly onto her face. She surely took this as a positive sign and increased her efforts. I had never been tongued in the arse before, and Carly clearly wanted to satisfy.

She pumped my balls, worked my cock, and hungrily ate my arse.

I lay farther forward so that my elbows were flat out on the bonnet, which lifted my arse higher and more open to her work.

Again, she increased her tempo, acknowledging my pleasure.

A car flashed past us, which I hadn't even seen leave the motorway.

My orgasm was very close. Carly could feel the tightening in my balls and hit top speed with her hand on my shaft and her mouth on my arsehole. I came hard. My spunk is hitting my car bonnet. I could feel her tongue deep inside my back passage. She pumped each jet of spunk out of my cock with her hand from the front, whilst she squeezed my balls on each spurt and pushed her tongue into me from behind. As my climax subsided, she slowed her hands and removed her face from between my cheeks. She milked the last few drops of spunk from my cock with an expert hand. I breathed heavily but managed to stand up and pull my underwear and jeans up over my wilting cock.
We both shuffled around and fell into the car. Our breathing was returning to normal, and I turned the key to start the engine.

Carly did not attempt to put on her clothes. She sat naked in her seat until we got back to my flat. I parked and watched as, without a care in the world, she picked up her clothes and sneakers and got out of the car. She walked up the stairs toward my door with my eyes burning into her tight toned tanned thighs and arse cheeks that were milky and sticky from her sex waters and as I fumbled with my key to open my door she said cooly and with a smile, "hurry up please, I'm dying for a piss and I want to do it all over your cock and face".





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