About a few months ago I used to live in a small town,I lived with a roommate and we sometimes threw parties mainly with some of her friends from school. We all did mostly was drink,I wasn't much of a drinker,we had a few girls there some guys, our place wasn't that big so some slept in the guess room and some on the couch. I passed out on the couch and woke around 1 or 2 in the morning,there was me and 3 more people on the couch,one of my buddies was on one side and a girl on the other. I knew this girl pretty well she wore jean short shorts and a black top. I was a kinda drunk, I was a feeling horny and saw the way she was laying,she was in her back with one leg off the couch and other was behind my back the whole time when I was sleep. I just looked at how she slept as she breathed I saw her breasts go up when she inhaled the down when she exhaled,I couldn't help but touch her pussy even the jeans blocked my access,I didn't wanna wake her so I gently rubbed the outside of her jeans then saw I could enter inside through the shorts from the legs holes. I gently created my hand up her shorts then slowly rubbed her pussy outside her panties. I got horny and a bit worked up then couldn't take it anymore, I carefully unzipped her shorts, and slowly and carefully slide them down. I loved the view,she was wearing frilly looking black panties that were a bit transparent to see her pussy. I got a bit closer only face, I was breathing a bit hard and so was she,I kinda thought she was a wake but I didn't care that much,I rubbed her a bit more the pull her panties down a bit and rubbed more direct. Her pussy was so warm and I could feel her getting wet the more I rubbed,soon I couldn't help it,I started to lick her pussy. As I licked I was jerking off too,she soon came and that didn't wake so I carefully put everything back on her,I was still hard so I went into my bathroom to finish off I cane back out to see she was in a different position this time both legs closed and her butt sticking out and with me still feeling horny I sat on the couch and rubbed her butt(taking off her shorts and panties again) and jerking off too. When I finished I cleaned up and fixed her up too and in the morning it was like it was dream. I did wake up with a kiss imprint on my cheek.

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I confess, my mom was in her PJ's tonight, with no bra on. I kept staring at her hard nipples poking threw her top. we where watching TV and she put her feet and legs of on the couch arm rest, and I was sitting a few feet away from the couch in a recliner, and I just kept staring at her ass and her her pussy, the imprints of her vagina, and how her PJ's where wedged in her ass.

I want to fuck her so bad, but I dont know how to approach the situation, everytime I see her the only thing on my mind is how I would kill to kiss every part of her body, head to toes.

So, it's finally over with the side chick, the 28 year old big titted round assed Latina slut. It was a mutual break, kind of - she was pissed I wouldn't leave the wife. I'll sure miss that tight pussy but it is for the best. She actually confessed something to me when we ended it which was quite ... interesting and perhaps awkward.
When we fucked (or "made love" as she called it), she loved to be spanked REALLY hard doggie style. I was afraid that I was hurting her, I'd leave hand imprints and bruises sometimes but she loved it. I'd start off slow and build up the pumping action as I'd slap her ass until I was slamming it into her HARD.
"Oh papi!" she'd scream and moan as she came, I'd usually bust a nut in her right after she came - because holy fuck - that pussy was perfect for me.
"You know, when you bent me over and spanked me and I called out papi? I was imagining you were my father fucking me from behind. That is how I was able to cum so damn hard, I've always had a thing for my father. That's why I wanted you, the 'older man' - we're done now, it's over. I would have left my boyfriend and married you... You're the only one that saw me for me, not just another pretty face, not just another piece of meat."
The thing is, her parents are swingers. The mother and father go out and fuck at swingers clubs all the time, her boyfriend wanted to have her join a swingers club so they could have fun too but she said no because she was "in love with" me. I don't have any problems with her pretending I was her father, she could have told me earlier - I wouldn't have cared, that pussy was just so fucking sweet tasting - just perfect in every way. IT was a bit hairy, and she didn't like to trim the bush - so sometimes I'd get some rug burn from it.
So since she's made that confession to me, I told her that maybe she should ask her father to fuck her since he is a swinger - she got pissed off. I don't get it. It's like she "wants daddy to fuck her" but when the suggestion comes up she gets offended LOL.
This chick has been in threesums, foursomes, has fucked a ton of guys and girls, claims she isn't bisexual yet gets pissed off after admitting she was pretending I was her father and I tell her she should go fuck daddy - what gives with that??

There are men I’ve wanted and then there are the ones my body answers to.
The ones whose presence feels like a command before a word is spoken. The ones who carry a gravity that pulls at something low and ancient inside me, something that remembers how to kneel long before thought catches up. A man like that doesn’t just enter a room—he alters it. The air grows thicker. My pulse stumbles. My breath shortens like my body is preparing to give itself away. Being near him feels like stepping into a shadowed sanctuary, one where desire is not loud but inevitable, where everything in me quiets, sharpens, and waits. He becomes the axis around which my hunger circles. There is nothing light about what I feel for him. It’s deep, dark, consuming—the kind of desire that pulls obedience from the bones, that makes surrender feel less like yielding and more like instinct carved into flesh. When he stands before me, I feel myself tilt toward him like something consecrated. My head lowers. My lips part on a breath that shakes. My body softens in all the places he dominates with nothing but presence. I don’t offer myself to him casually. I present myself—slowly, reverently—as if every movement is part of a ritual meant for him and him alone. A ritual of hunger. A ritual of giving. A ritual of worship disguised as need. The darkness between us hums with tension, thick and intoxicating. I feel him in my chest before he touches me. I feel him in my stomach, my throat, the back of my mind. An imprint without hands. A claiming without words. And when I finally lower myself for him—when I bow, when I submit, when I give everything in me over to him—it feels like an offering soaked in devotion. Not because he takes it but because I need to give it. There is something sacred in the way he receives me—slow, steady, unhurried—as if I’m a hunger he’s been waiting to taste properly. As if he knows exactly how much of me to take and how much to leave trembling in the dark. With him, my surrender is not a weakness. It is a choice. A vow. A kind of worship that borders on ruin in the sweetest possible way. And I give it all—every breath, every shiver, every quiet, desperate ache—because there are some men who don’t just awaken desire—they awaken devotion. The dark, holy kind. The kind I fall into with open hands and lowered eyes, grateful to be undone by him again and again.

So I came home from work, at dinner with the family, put the kid to bed and sat on the couch drinking a beer and watched some TV.
My wife called my name, so I got up and found her in the bedroom in a Catholic school girl uniform. At first I was like W T F because that just isn't her at all - I was shocked.
"I've been a naughty girl," she said lifting her skirt up to show her shaved pussy.
I immediately got hard.
"I need you to fuck me, I've been really naughty daddy."
Then I was even more confused, she wasn't into incest and hated her father.
She walked over and unzipped my pants and bent down and started sucking my dick like a pro. She could barely fit it all into her small mouth but her efforts were commendable.
I decided to play along, "You've been naughty? You're a bad girl," I said as I grabbed a hand full of her hair and jammed her mouth deeper onto my cock. She gagged and coughed.
I could see her fingering her pussy under her skirt, and I wanted it bad. I pulled her by the hair off my cock and bent her over the bed and slid it in her. She was warm, clenching me as I thrust it deeper in her.
"Spank me, I've been so bad," she muttered.
My hand slapped her milky white ass hard, the imprint turned bright red. I spanked her harder as she moaned and I could see her creaming on my cock as I jammed it in and out of her.
"I've been so fucking bad, I'm a little whore," she screamed as I spanked her. My cock was hard, ready to burst.
"My pussy likes cum," she moaned as I fucked her harder, "yeah mix your cum with his - I'm a fucking whore."
I stopped, "His?"
"I let Art cum in me, I couldn't resist him," she panted, crying.
My heart sunk, but my cock bulged. I beat on her ass with my open palm and jammed my dick into her harder then I've ever did before. My cock slammed into her cervix, her ass was red and bruised.
"You fucking slut, let me see your face," I yelled at her as I turned her over and pushed her on to the bed.
I mounted her and grabbed her throat. I was pulsating inside of her, and my heart was filled with rage. The bed shook to each heavy thrust I pumped her with. She looked into my eyes as tears rolled down her cheek.
I emptied myself deep in her cunt, each ejaculation feeling like hot lava exploding from my loins.
"You fucking cunt." I said looking at her.
I grabbed her neck and forced her to suck my dick, "lick it clean, filthy fucking trash."
She did, her tongue rolled around my cock, cleaning up my sperm, and Art's.
"Clean it up you bitch."

I need my wife to cheat on me more, the sex was fucking epic. I can deal with the jealousy, but there is something about jacking a pussy that already has cum inside it. It was erotic as fuck.
I talked to my wife about it, she says I can fuck someone else too if I want, so I get a free pass on that - but what I really want is her to be filled with cum and treat her like a fucking whore. I've never done that before, it was so powerful emotionally and sexually.

yes keep on wondering why the world laughs at you America. all the grease and sodium is seeping out of your eyeballs you cant even see the mode of your own nations demise. just like Rome, you too will fall. except it wont be the trojans that destroy you, itll be fucking chickens. what an imprint you'll leave behind

*eye roll*

disgusting.