Is she a looker ? 

So today I stalked someone for sex. I know how that sounds, but read on.

I was sitting on the bus back to my place from uni, I don't have a license you see, plus there's always a few chicks you can check out as you ride. Now we stop at a shopping centre and a few folks get on, and one of them caught my eye. She wasn't pretty by any means, she was middle aged, wearing clothes for a woman about half her age, with some reddish dye streaked through her frazzled blonde hair. She looked sort of haggard. The best way I could think of to describe it would be someone who used to be addicted to crack and has recovered, but the damage is slow in reversing. Anyway, she got on the bus and cracked open a can of bourbon and coke when she sat down near me.

Now I'm no great looker, my features are average but given my shaved head and my goatee and my rather large build, I look like a biker. Still I don't have too much trouble getting girls, some of them like that dangerous look. But anyway, it'd been a while since I'd gotten laid, and with this haggard lady, no wedding ring, drinking bourbon at 2 in the afternoon? I figured I knew where she would be heading once she got off the bus, and I could practically smell the opportunity to get some pussy.

For some reason, I don't know why, but I decided that I wanted this used up woman. Something about her, maybe the hint of good looks that she'd obviously had in the past but lost, drew me in.

So I sat on the bus and stared, the bus stopped in an area I know pretty well and she hopped off, I jumped off and followed her, forgoing the trip home. As I suspected, she made her was to a bar. I followed her in and ordered a beer and watched as she proceeded to get steadily more wasted as the afternoon dragged on.

I made my move around 5ish and offered to buy her a drink. She was flattered, some young guy paying attention to her? Which shows how shit faced she was, since I look hella intimidating even if I am in my twenties.

We get to talking, by which I mean she talks and rants at me while I pour more booze into her and listen. She tells me her name is Lyn, and she's obviously into me since she finds almost any excuse to touch me, so I lean and whisper into her ear, "I'm going to take you home and fuck you till you can't stand." Not the best line obviously, it's a gamble whether it works or not, I find chicks who are really desperate for it will go for it, and tonight luck was on my side. We leave the bar, although I buy a bottle of some whiskey for the road, and we begin walking back to her place. She lives nearby, but it takes a good twenty minutes to walk there since she's stumbling all over the place, while I continued drinking and making her drink.

We get to her house and Lyn tells me to be quiet because her kids are probably asleep. I'm not a parent, but if she has kids that go to sleep at 8pm then they must be the wussiest bunch of brats to ever walk the earth.

We creep into her room, or rather I creep, Lyn clomps, and fall onto the bed. I become like an animal, I tear off her jacket and shirt and start sucking and biting her nipples while she tells me to stop and close the door, but I don't care. I pull down her skirt and leggins and her pussy is hairy as fuck. If I wasn't so damn horny I would've walked away right then, but I don't care. I bury my mouth into and go to down on her.

She lies there moaning like crazy and keeps trying to shove my head away while telling me to close the door, finally I stand up and position her so that she can't see the door, while I can, she asks if it's closed, and I say yes. Then I unzip and pull of my pants, I'm hard as a rock and ready to go. She stares up at me all bleary eyed and asks if I have a condom, which I don't. I tell her its on and shove in. She gasps and stops asking me stupid questions and focuses on trying to thrust up at me.

I begin thrusting, hard. I'm strong, really strong. So the bed starts squeaking and making noise while I ram away in her and she starts moaning and telling me to stop being so rough but I don't care at this point. I'm so horny that I've gone mad. I keep thrusting away, shaking the bed when I hear something. I look up and in the doorway are her kids. She had a daughter about who looked about twelvish and a son who was younger. They stood there watching as this stranger was screwing their mother. It made me even hornier. I bent down, keeping my eyes on the kids and start biting their mum's nipples and sucking on her tits. They just stare at me going to town on their mother, before finally I can feel my balls a ragin'. I'd thought I was banging her hard before, but for the last two minutes I begin slamming into her so hard the bed moves around the floor, she begins crying out as she orgasms and a few moments after she finishes, I cum inside her. The kids are still standing there and even though I just came, I'm still hard as shit, still in case she sees, I stand up and walk over to the door, my cock clearly visible, the daughter couldn't take her eyes off me while the son just looked away. I smiled down at the daughter and batted my wet, slimy cock against her cheek and over her lips before closing the door. That was pretty weird for me, not into the sort of shit personally. She was very cute though.

Then I returned to the bed and grabbed Lyn and flipped her over, I pull her ass up and shove my dick in her again. I start banging her away why she starts moaning into the bed. Or maybe she's crying, it was hard to tell. I just keep fucking her. I take forever to finish this time around, it begins to make my cock hurt with how long it takes for me to come, finally I do and her butt collapses onto the bed as soon as I let go of her waist. She lies there, breathing heavily like shes run a marathon, I'm not in much better shape, but I haven't finished yet. I start jerking off trying to get hard again, but its not easy. I think about what I did to her daughter and suddenly I start to harden, once again I found that odd since I generally go for women my own age.

I walk up to my cock sleeve, who's still lying there like she's dying. I pull her ass up again and this time, I spit on her ass crack. I grab my dick and rub the spit up and down her butt. I spit two more times before my mouth feels a little too dry for more, all the while rubbing the spit against her hole. I'm not big on anal without a condom, it can lead to urinary tact infections and all sorts of shit. But tonight, I just don't care. I grab my dick and begin pushing in. She's tight. Really tight. Maybe even an anal virgin, but probably not. She begins squealing, or at least as best she can, before finally I'm in and she gives this little scream of pain before just shutting up and taking it. I begin sawing in and out of her, she's so tight it feels like the blood can't get to my dick, it actually sort of hurts, which was rough as my dick was pretty tender by that point.

Still I don't stop. I keep fucking, trying to bust a nut in this lady's ass. She starts moaning again, which makes me even hornier. I keep fucking away and she begins to grind her ass against me, the slut likes it! The first fuck had probably taken ten minutes, the second one maybe forty. The third one, I have no clue. It feels like it took hours though. I was screwing her for so long, I lost count of her orgasms after three, and still I couldn't finish. I reached around and began playing with her slightly saggy tits. About C-cups, there was enough of them for some fun. I begin pinching her nipples and tugging on them really hard while I whisper in her ear what a dirty bitch she was. How she'd probably fuck her son just to get off, and she begins crying that no, she's not like that, and I tell her of course she is, she's a filthy whore.

And still I couldn't get off. My dick hurts not, my abs ache and my back feels like I've slipped a disc. I still fuck her, but it's not nearly as fast or as hard as the earlier ones. I spit on her, I degrade her as much as possible without going into scat or pissing on her, because that shit grosses me out. Finally I wrap my hands around her neck (which wasn't easy from behind with her face down on the bed, but my hands are just big enough to make it work) and choke her a little, which makes her tighten up even more, but for some reason it gets me going a little bit. I start choking her in earnest and she starts fighting back against me, I start fucking harder, the pain in my muscles burns and my dick feels like its going to drop off, but still I fuck. I plow her and scream obscenities in her ear while choking the shit out of her and finally I cum.

I blow my load deep in her ass, and I have no idea why but it was far larger than the previous two I'd left in her pussy. It was possibly the most incredible ejaculation of my life, and it was with this used up broad whose pussy was covered in hair, and a disgusting ass and slightly saggy tits.

I pull out, and my dicks got a bit of brown on it, luckily she has a small en suite which I use to clean myself off, when I come back out she's lying there face down on the bed, not even moving beyond panting like a bitch in heat. I spit on her again and put my pants back on. I was done here. I open the door, her kids are still there, although the son had fallen asleep. The girl gave me a frightened look and I just smiled back. Then I left their home, went back to the bar, called up a mate and got a lift home.

And that's my story, anyone else ever done something like this? As in gone home with some middle aged chick who's past her hotness date and just fucked the shit out of her?

A long time ago, the strangest thing happened to me, I still think about it fairly often over the years. Lately it's been back on my mind a lot, for whatever reason.

I had been swimming with my friend Nicole, and afterward we decided to go back to her place and hang out. We got there and there was nobody else home, so we grabbed some snacks and soda and headed to her room.

We had been casual acquaintances for a couple years, but we became better friends the beginning of that summer. I hung out with her brother sometimes, mostly in the computer room, but I had never been in her room before.

I remember she had bunk beds for some reason, the weird kind with a big bed on the bottom and a slightly smaller bed on top. I have no idea why, either. She had siblings, yeah, a brother and a sister, but they had their own rooms, and her sister was a lot older, by maybe seven years or so. Older to the point where I was surprised she was still living at home. I could only guess that maybe they were a holdover from some time she shared a room with her older sister or something, I never asked and never found out.
I was also extremely jealous because she had a cable box, in her room! Even if my mother could have afforded such a thing, she never would have let me have one, I was stuck with cable coming straight from the wall, like a chump!

She said she had to wash her hair and left to go take a shower. I was sitting on her bed, flicking through channels, watching Nickelodeon or MTV or whatever. I won't lie, I was thinking about her in that shower. We were friends, and I had no delusions of us being more, but she was quite a looker.

Eventually she returned to the room, wearing only a towel... on top of her head! Otherwise, completely stark naked! I tried not to be noticeably surprised, I tried not to have her catch me gawking like a geek, whatever, but she didn’t pay me much notice. I expected her to, like, shriek and back out, like she forgot I was there or something, but she just came in and closed the door.

It wasn’t anything sexual, either. She didn’t come on to me or anything, she just went about her way, casually getting things out of her dresser, looking in the mirror, moving stuff around on her vanity, holding a casual conversation about what was on TV or whatever, I could barely think because I was so distracted. She was acting perfectly normal other than the fact that she was naked.

I couldn’t help but sneak peeks, and longer looks whenever I got the chance, not like I had to worry because it wasn’t like she was trying to catch me or anything, but I was still worried she might. I had no idea what was going on, still don’t to this day. Her family weren’t nudists or anything, as far as I had ever known. I had been to her house before, nothing like this ever happened.

I fully believe she wasn’t coming on to me or trying to entice me in any way, either. I've told a very few people this story before, and they all seem to think I missed my cue, like she was giving me a signal, but I sincerely doubt it. She never gave me any kind of look or approached me in a proactive way or anything, there wasn’t anything sensual or cloying about her manner. She acted the same way she acted while clothed. I’m pretty sure if I had tried to hit on her or touch her or anything, she would have thrown me out. I didn’t so much as comment about her nudity, for fear of ruining anything.

Instead I just accepted the strange luck I had been given and let my eyes absorb everything. For a good while she stood in front of her big vanity mirror with her back to me, giving me a good look at both sides. The mirror wasn’t full length but it was big enough to let me see everything. I remember her wispy blonde pubes, thin enough to let me see the lips of her vulva beneath. I remember her holding the towel with her left hand while bending over to retrieve something from a low drawer. The dimples on the sides of her butt.

Eventually she took the towel off her head and dabbed at her legs and backside a bit with it, before brushing some kind of products through her long blonde hair, still nude the entire time.

I tried not to be visibly excited but I was exploding, in my mind. She shook her still damp hair and retrieved some more things from her bureau.

Eventually she put on a white, lacy bra, not see through but frilly, and then some shiny, slightly blue panties, I watched her pulling them up the entire time, wishing I were them. She finished getting dressed and opened her door, then came and sat beside me on the bed, her hair was still slightly damp.

We sat there watching TV and chatting, eventually her father came home and greeted us, soon enough the rest of her family was there, as well. I was still running her previous nudity through my mind the entire time.

After who knows how long, it got dark, I left and went home. She and I were still cool that entire summer, still hung out at the pool a lot, but there were no more nude house visits after that. I hung with her at her house a few times after that, sometimes we were alone again, but they were all normal, fully clothed hangs. Much to my chagrin.

After that summer we were still cordial, but she was already moving on to different friends, mostly girls, generally stuck up snobs. We would see each other in the hallways and be cool, but we weren’t really hanging out anymore. I still hung out with her brother sometimes, but she would only barely acknowledge me when I was over.

We fell even further out of touch after that, maybe an acknowledgment in the hallway, head nod or a smile, but no more friendly stop and chats.

After a while I realized I stopped seeing her or her brother at all and found out months after the fact that they had moved to another city, entirely! Didn't even think to tell me about it, the last time I had hung out with her brother, nobody had mentioned anything about moving.

I never found out what was going on that day, never found out if hanging out naked was something she had done with other people or something, like it was just normal for her, never found out if she thought I was gay and that’s why she was fine being naked around me, never found out if I was actually totally wrong about it being innocent casual nudity, nothing.

Even to this day I would love to ask, if I somehow got back in touch with her. If she would even remember at all, or if she would remember but pretend not to, or if she would think/pretend I was making it up and being some kind of freak for even bringing it up. Like I was trying to get with her or something. Maybe be freaked out that it's been on my mind this many years later. I just want to put an end to my nagging curiosity, is all.

The whole thing was very weird, and she’s almost become a bigger part of my memories, than she ever was a part of my life, which is sad when I think about it, especially with how important it all felt back then, friends seemed like the biggest thing in your life, people you would know forever, and then one day you just, never see them again. It's an odd feeling when a memory seems more real to you than the person the memory is about, has a bigger impact on your life than the person it's about.

No not a looker but that ass!! Would you pound?

I'm 18, bi, and male
I confess I want a guy, or even multiple guys, to fuck me to their heart's content in any way they wish
Completely used however they want. Even if they're old, fat, and ugly, I don't care!
Hell, my boyfriend isn't much of a looker either

I sometimes fantasy of being taken while out in the middle of the night and just raped rough and hard until the rapist fills me up
When I'm horny, I don't think there is ANYTHING sexual I'd object to!
If you want to tie me up, have a dog fuck my ass, and have me fuck a 5 year old while you film it and jerk off I'D BE FINE WITH IT!

Though only that far when I'm horny - or if my boyfriend wanted it. Of course, I'm horny most the time anyways. I constantly think of being brutally fucked and used if not just fucking some small adorable young girl myself. I masturbate with a vibrator in my ass and I make sure to cum at least 5 times in any given day.
And for a long time I thought 5 times was barely more than average! I thought 3 times a day was average. Morning, mid-day, and before bed.

When I'm not horny, I still love physical contact, but in the form of cuddling.

I confess i fucked this pig.....

no looker.. but man could she suck cock

My marriage is dead, my husband doesnt see me anymore, and as I approach 40, I have been feeling bad about myself. He was never a looker, neither was I, but he has let himself go completely, to that point, that I feel disgusted by the thought of him touching me. He doesnt even try, and that makes me feel relief, and anger at the same time.

I have always been petite, never pretty, but I kept my body in shape. After two births, I gained some weight, and started running. Found my bliss there, and now, I am even doing marathons.

A man hasnt noticed me for ages, but my running partner did. A man like him, without a similar interest, would never give me any attention, I am fully aware of it, so I clinged onto him, started making up scenarios in which we would train together, outside of our little group. I have noticed his touches, and I wanted him to take me.

When he made his move, I kind of backed out. I was overwhelmed by emotions, pictures of my family were in front of my eyes, and, it was awkward. He backed off, and avoided me, but I was so persistent to get him back, that he gave in.

Winter came, and we had to move back indoors. I was doing everything to continue our time together, that I was all over the place, researching runner friendly gyms, where we could go together etc. Then he suggested that we can run at his place.

His ex was a runner two, and she eventually ran off with some lawyer. He still had two treadmills in front of a big tv, where they ran together.

That night, he made his move, again. This time, I didnt hesitate, I kissed him back. Didnt want to sleep with him, so I gave him a hand job, after a lots of snogging. Couldnt believe that a hand job can be that sexy - the way he moaned, looked at me, the intensity of his orgasm...

Then, he started avoiding me, again. Blocked my number, I couldnt get a hold of him in any way. I literally had to corner him, in front of his building. He said, that he knows it is wrong, that I am married, and he wants to make love to me, because he is in love with me.

I told him that I am in love, too.

That night, we ran together. After the shower, I rode him, until he came in me. I was in heaven, from the sex, all the sexy things he told me, all the lovely things he said about me, the way he looked at me, the way he touched me...

I never saw him again. When I got back home, saw my husband and kids, I decided that I cannot be that woman. So I stayed. I am regretting it every second, and I will regret it till I drop dead, but that was the only choice that I could make.

Ok, This is just a fantasy of mine, but I have a former co-worker that I often fantasize. She is a beautiful older woman and a betting man would say she has been enhanced. She has a natural bubble butt and overall looks good. She has two adult daughters (one is strikingly beautiful, while the other is also a looker). I often fantasize of turning all three into my harem and breeding them all, keeping them lactating, and only allowing them to wear thigh high stockings and heels while in the house. Wouldnt even know how to even attempt.

How is this for a bit of randomness

Back in the mid 90s when I was in my early 20s when I still fancied myself as a bit of a stud which to be honest I wasn't I did all right but was no player one of my conquests was an older woman in her mid 40s Redhead great tits and ass and even after 3 kids she still had a very nice pussy to slide my cock in just the right tightness and juiced up nicely with a bit of fingering was defo one of the best fucks I ever had.

I met her as she was out jogging and as she was caught out by a sudden rainshower I could see her trying to shelter inside a shop doorway from across the road where I was parked after dropping off my then current GF at her work.

I shouted over to her she could shelter in my car till the rain stopped and she accepted and we got chatting and within a half hour I had discovered she was in a hateful marriage to the first guy she had dated and married young and so on and on,

Anyway after an hr she realised the rain had stopped and she was late getting back so I left her home and cheekily suggested getting a drink sometime and she accepted so we met up a week later and after a few weeks I eventually bedded her and we carried on like this for about a year and a half when I moved away for a few years before coming back and this is where it gets bizarre.

Five yrs after I came back I met my wife still going 12 yr on anyway we dated for about 3 months before she intro me to her parents and you don't need to guess who her mum was now in her 50s but still smoking hot don't know who was more shocked

So good news my GF now wife has never found out and within a yr off meeting her mum we were knocking boots again usually when wife was on her rag or working evenings and it is really only last few yrs now she is mid 60s that my interest in her has faded.

So who was best tbh her mum my wife is now the age her mum was when I first met her mum and whilst still a looker her mum beats her every aspect looks tits legs ass and was even a better fuck.

So that's my confession just wondering who else has had a sim experience maybe 2 sisters or a daughter or as in my case her mum looking forward to hearing from u

We are together for over five years. He is older than me, by a decade, and I am in my early 40's. Not married, we do not live together, since he had a bad experience from his first marriage, and our relationship is mostly about sex, and we do enjoy good cinema, but that is pretty much it.

I was never a looker, so I learned, early in life, to embrace that which has been offered to me, and this situation is pretty much a result of such thinking. I started visiting this place, together with him, but now I do it on my own, in spare time, while he became addicted to cam sites.

We have been doing many things, sexually, but the latest, and the kinkiest, is swapping. We have done it with two couples, first one was a bitter disappointment, but the second couple, we have been doing this with them for almost a year now, once or twice a month.

I am not good at writing, so I won't go into details, but straight to my confession - I am in love with him. He is my age, but so handsome, and such a great lover, that I found myself wanting to please him, not being able to sleep, the night before, etc.

We do it in separate rooms, we can hear each other, but we are still not ready to do it in the same room, and I never want it to happen, since my man would see how I look at him, how good I feel when I am with him, and so would his wife.

I even went so far, to be the one to initiate anal, only to pleasure him. He loves ending inside me, that way, and I cherish how happy it makes him feel.

If we do not end this, very soon, I feel something bad might happen.

My g-friend loves it when I cum in her mouth , in fact insist that I do .

Should I keep her even though she is not much of a looker