Looking for a video featuring a white woman in a pig mask being fucked by a black dude. Found it posted in several places under the name "slut wife used and abused by big black cock," but the video seems to be taken down everywhere. It was just a clip, but I'd LOVE to find the full thing. Either way the clip version will do.

I'm not quite sure how to react or to believe what I have just been shown by my ex-brother-in-law, Donald,
He showed me a video that a woman who looked like my current live-in girlfriend, was in.
He had this video, he said, because he recorded it as he is an enforcer for a money lender (loan shark). This money lender is loaning money as a sideline, he has a very successful group of restaurants. The loanee has to put some worth while as security, House,Cars, Motor Cycles,etc
If the loanee does not have such items, then they can put their body up, which will be used in a sexually deviant way.
My ex brother-in-law said that this woman had loaned money on a few occasions, but stupidly loaned more so she could afford to make payments on the previous loan, but it had got out of hand and as she had no Security, she had to use her body, now to repay this money, she had agreed to let the loan shark recover his money by selling her sex holes all 3 of them, and she would repay in sessions of 4 hours twice aweek, He told me the price that each hole was worth, she could pay it of quicker by doing DP and even quicker by doing gangbang parties,
He left me with five four-hour recordings to watch, and said by the time she had repaid the monies owed in full, there would be a total of 12 recordings, four hours and one of a three-hour session, but he joked that by that time she would have had her hole destroyed and she wouldn't be any good to any man.
Now my live-in girlfriend, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, said for the coming 3 months she would be working double shifts at the hotel she manages, which would give her the excuse to do the repayment sex.
I watched her suck fuck guy after guy, in all her holes. 1st recording was 1 on 1 only and had her getting fisted in her asshole and pussy, and 1 or 2 lesbian scenes. From then on, she was doing plenty of raw anal and DPs, and as the sessions went on, she progressed to gangbangs, even bachelor parties. She even consented to getting fucked by dogs.
Now, as I said at the very start, I didn't know how to react or to believe, but after seeing those recordings, I had to believe,
My reaction at 1st was to confront her, or just kick the whore into touch, but i kind of felt slightly guilty, as I knew she had never met the money lender, in person, which I know I was 100% sure about,
As I was that money loaner (loan shark), and the Hotel she was the manageress at was one of the businesses in my portfolio
I did confront her, she of course tried denying any knowledge of things, then I put one of the recordings on, she immediately cried and confessed everything, then begged for my forgivness, she had paid the price and had no choice to do those things, i asked one question in 2 parts, Did you enjoy what was done too her, and would she do that kind of thing again, She gave a yes I enjoyed what was done to her, and no she would never do again,
I asked why she needed that kind of money, as she was paid an absolute fortune as the manageress of the Hotel, i didn't get an answer she just broke down crying again, I said why didn't you come to me, you knew i had the money, all her reply was, yes i know but i didnt want you to think i was only with you for your money, as she wanted to prove it was about real true love not money or possesions,

That is when I had to confess I owned a rather large portfolio of Restaurants and Hotels, along with other businesses, and without her or myself knowing, I was the one who had loaned her the money.
She stammered, said you, you, you, are the loan shark I got the money from, you made me do those things,
YES & NO, The money came from me, but you asked my Night Club manager for the money. If you had given him your real name, he would have told me, and I would have refused the loan. As for forcing you, that's a big No! You were the one who kept borrowing until you couldn't make the repayments. You were given the option: repay in full, 1 payment, or you could let us take your house, your Car, and your motorcycle. But you had none of the those things to use, so you signed your body over to repay what you owed, and you also agreed we could record what you did and sell the recordings,
which I can stop happening

We will stay a couple and you will be my wife on one condition,
She looked at me with sad eyes and said What is that condition,

Well, I entertain a lot of foreign clients, who, you know as most stay in the hotel. and we have a party function room that is secure, which gets used very rarely, in fact it has not been used in the last 4-5 years,
I am having it converted into a private gemtelmans exclusive only to men. There will be a big bed built on a central stage, a new bar and comfy seating, and 4 private rooms, and the deal is that when I bring my foreign clients into the club, you will put a full face mask on and you will be the entertainment.
You did say you enjoyed what happened to you. I confess I enjoyed seeing those things happen to you. Nobody will ever know it is you, except me and you. If you agree, we will
Get married all recordings will vanish.
She asked about my brother-in-law, as he had the recordings. I made 1 phone call I simply said Bring me all the recordings i didnt want any evidence, and if he wanted to keep his job, he would forget everything. and to ask no questions,

She agreed to my offer, we got married, she entertained my foreign clients all her hole were use Dp and Gangbanded, and we both enjoyed i joined in on a few occasions.
We remain happily married today, and our business portfolio has grown into a small empire

THIS IS JUST A FANTASY. NOTHING WAS REAL. IT ALL CAME TO ME IN A DREAM

Here's my confession. My wife was raped a couple year into our marriage. It was a single guy breaking and entering. We don't know if he knew anyone was home or not. But either way, when she came down stairs thinking it was me, he pounced. He threatened her life with a gun, which pretty much shut her up and kept her compliant. He had her take him to the bedroom where he forced himself on her. At that point she started to fight, thinking she was going to die anyway. He beat her pretty bad, and just flat over powered her.

When he was done, he threw her in the shower and told her if she turned off the water or came out he would kill her. I came home and found her there, curled up in a ball under freezing cold water. We still don't know how long she was in there, but we think it was around an hour or so before I came home. The shower ruined pretty much any chance we had at any sort of DNA match. They did the kit thing anyway, and never had any matches. She was, however, left with gonorrhea. Thank God it's curable. But, it did add to the physical and emotional struggle she had in the aftermath.

She sought out counseling afterward. Shortly after I joined her in counseling as we noticed it was impacted more than just her. It was nearly 2 years after before we even attempted sex again. She just wasn't ready before that, and I wasn't going to rush her. And, before you question whether I was faithful, let me tell you - I was. I love my wife, and would NEVER betray like that. I'm not saying cheating is the worst thing in the world, but cheating on your wife that was raped, that's pretty low.

Anyway, fast-forward to about 2.25 years post-incident: our current therapist is relocating, and recommends us to a new therapist. He's relatively new, but had personal or family connections to the therapist we were seeing, so we took the referral. By the time we were seeing him, the issues we were really still having at that point were sexual in nature. More-so hers. She was in a place where she was able to cope with what had happened, but our sex life had suffered tremendously. After a couple sessions he brashly recommend that she reenact the rape. I thought this sounded fucking insane, and quickly protested. She wasn't too keen on the idea either. But, by the next session she told me she wanted to give it a shot, and after much persuasion I finally gave in.

She set the ground rules. She didn't want to know exactly when it was going to happen, but she stated what could and could happen. As well as things that should and shouldn't happen. She wanted it as close to the event as she could. The more she described what she wanted, the more turned off to this whole idea I became.

But, after about another week I decided to just go for it. I worked myself up in my head, got myself in that mentality, told myself I was doing this for her - and set the stage. I had a relative watch our kids for the weekend, and I waited for the second night. I took off work, but told her I was going to work. When I doubled back an hour later and proceeded with the reenactment, it was on.

I'm normally a laid back, somewhat passive guy. But for some reason I just snapped into this crazy mind set. It was pretty brutal. Obviously my wife knew it was me (no face masks was one rule), but personality-wize she would not have known it was me. I got what I thought was way to rough. I pulled her hair, threw her down. Smacked her repeatedly, and even punched her in her stomach a few times. There were a few moments I considered stopping, and to be honest a few moments I almost threw up thinking about what I was doing. But I kept going. After I was able to subdue her I moved on to fucking And she did actually put up a crazy amount of fight. I had to work to keep her pinned down. When I started fucking her, I fucked her so hard and fast. It was so overwhelming for me I came way quicker than I thought I would. What normally takes me 20-25 minutes took me about 5 of serious hard pounding.

I came inside her, and she just melted. She wrapped her whole body around me, and held me so tight. I collapsed on top of her. She kept whispering "thank you. thank you. thank you." And started saying "I came. OK, just want you to know. Fuck I came." It was massively intense.

We didn't go back to the therapist for about a month. But when we finally decided to schedule a follow-up with him, we learned that he had been shut down, and was under investigation. Apparently, in the short time that this guy was a shrink, he had exploited several women. He utilized his position to get them to do things, or to identify easy targets for him to pressure into sexual favors. He ended up losing his license to practice, and ended up serving a couple years in jail. He got a pretty good plea bargain though.

Anyway, since then, my wife will ask me for this a few times a year. I used to hate the idea - before I tried it the first time. Now, I'm fucking hooked. I would never really rape someone. I know the emotional carnage that happens afterward. But a forced sex fantasy - one of the hottest things in the world. She wants to step it up now, and possibly try with a stranger or a close friend. She would prefer a close friend, but we don't know how to exactly approach that with anyone we know. She's also told me I should seek out another woman that has the same fantasy. She's told a few of her friends about what we do, to see if any bite on the bait. Unfortunately none have. But she said if any do, she would give me full permission to "let them see just how amazing that can be."

I don't want you all to think this is my way of exploiting my wife getting raped. Seriously, there was years of emotional damage to both of us. But, I will admit - our sex life has NEVER been better. Yes, I trully think we could have discovered forced sex fantasy without her getting raped, and probably be in the same position that we're in now. But this was our path. So, I guess I'll take it.

Anyone else lucky enough to have a wife or GF into forced sex fantasy? Or any guys actually do this? Like through Craigslist. I always see the ads.

"The witch is chained to the torture bench, the mask of shame covering her face. Her interrogation has been going on for three hours now, and has already left heavy marks on her voluptuous body. The pear of anguish stretched her cunt to the point of tearing, while she was whipped and beaten with heavy metal rods all over her body, shattering a few bones in the process.
Now the pear has been replaced by a glowing metal rod to cauterize the wounds on her cunt."

Check out the other photo manipulations and stories (in comments!) in this gallery.

Nasty comments, vicious and violent fantasies about her and contributions (photoshopped pictures of my busty MILF wife in raped, torturede, snuffed) are very welcome, original pics of her in my other galleries.

I confess that I would love  to organise a home intrusion where I’m made to watch 5hung nasty guys brutally fuck and degrade my so called respectable little wife. Respectable until she gets high aa fuck then spreads her legs on cam her hairy wet cunt to anyone. Love to find out that her work colleagues or family wanked of to her unaware who she is. She keeps her face out of shot or masked.  But still very recognisable 

My wife's niece is staying with us for the summer while she is on break from college since her dad and mom are presently stationed overseas for work. She isn't what I would call super hot, but she is attractive and curvy in all the right places and I can't stop thinking about her. Probably mostly to do with her just being a young, carefree college girl more than anything else. Her and some of her friends were lounging by our backyard pool this weekend and I couldn't take it anymore, so I had to go inside and jerk off thinking about all of them. It reminded me of the scene in fast times where he is jerking off watching the girl from the bathroom window. God I miss being young and having a tight bodied female to fuck.

Well, I work from home and nobody else is around during the day so today curiosity got the better of me. I went into the guest room where she is staying and started going through all her stuff. Mostly pretty typical. Some underwear from tame all the way to thongs and lingerie. Definitely sniffed her dirty panties in the laundry basket, god they smell so good. And then I found the motherload in a large shoebox that knee-high boots would typically come in that I found in the closet. Multiple vibrators, dildos and butt plugs, an eye mask, cuffs, a little feather whip thing, and a strap-on harness! I am floored. I knew she is clearly sexually active, but wasn't expecting this. So I know this part isn't for everyone, it is just my taste, but I can't contain myself and as I type this I am rock hard sitting in my office chair with one of her vibrators on full in my ass. I love ass-play but knowing it is her vibrator and maybe, just maybe it will be in her pussy tonight is such a rush. I am going to cum buckets any minute!

I just turned 32 and my bosses wife is about 57. Nice Italian brunette big breasts and a really fat ass. Has one of those body’s that look like they have a lot to grab onto and is real soft and cushiony. 
Any ways her Name is Sue and she has more recently asked me to sell her coke behind his back and she pays me a very generous tip to “not tell Dave” she stashes it in the bathroom and tells me it is normal for me to go in there so that will be our hiding spot. He is an asshole to me and always yelling at me and withholding money and the idea of having her suck my cock and take my load is so hot. He’s working in Tampa and I’m not gonna be with him so me and her would have all the time in the world. If I do get the chance I’m gonna ask her if I can post her on her spread eagle with a mask over her face. 

Hey ML, Im 21 and pretty cute guy.

I really REALLY want to suck a cock. However im not too much into how the rest of the male body looks. Also i really like snow. So i have a solution. Sometime when im home alone, we can work it out through messages or whatever, you can pick me up in central ny state, we can share some yayo, you can ware a mask and a wig, or take me to a glory hole and i will slober on your cock for hours and hours.

Also for anyone who is into that sorta thing, yes i will fuck your hot wife while you watch.

No fattys no offence

get at me love

My wife must ask permission to leave the house. She is required to dress like a slut and wear a mask (picture attached)
its not that she is ugly, but she simple does not need to have any identity other than her cunt, ass and tits.
she is also my personal urinal

PRETTY




Pretty house, pretty flowers, and all the pretty people. That could be the start and end to the story there. However, what story wants to just be pretty? You can have your pretty dress and pretty white stallion, but in the end, the stallion just drops dead.
So, imagine this scene. You have two people, let’s say Steve and Martha. They've been together since high school and raised two pretty girls who are almost through high school themselves. Steve has his perfect dream job as a novelist. Plus, he has his fucking millionth copy sold party next week at The Garches. Martha stays at home, the biggest fucking prettiest house in the Upper Valley. She probably just lays around and suntans all day, trying to be that much...prettier for her husband. Not that it would matter much, they've already been to Hawaii twice this year, and it's only March!
Oh wait, sorry, getting a bit off topic there.
So, back to the story.
The couple Steve and Martha then go to Steve's millionth copy sold party, which they just decided to call their "Zeroooooo" Party. Of course they did. Here's where the story gets a little more interesting. So, their eldest daughter, a pretty little thing, just turned 18, let’s just call her Belle to simplify things. Well, she has this boyfriend, jock, quarterback, straight “A” student. A nice guy really. However, unknown to Steve and Martha, she decides to date this other dude. Well, dude not exactly anymore. Sex change, though, would have just been a little prettier. Let's say he is a "duder". As in, all grapes add the "r" when they become raisins. The duder is about 65 now, which only gives him a couple more years before he can retire from the exotic books business. The party is also going to be the platform for Steve to announce his new book. The duder goes up to the stage, and pulls back the curtains to the new jacket cover. Let's just skip all the pretty words, and the fight, don't forget the arson and the restraining order. However, let's not forget Steve and Martha's new jobs at Feed Freddies, the move to Downton Street, and the divorce. Also, Belle's perfect quarterback boyfriend broke up with her when she started wearing more clothes than Queen Elizabeth to school. At very least, the strip club is getting even busier with the Belle, sorry royal ass Eliza, running the show.
Pretty ending to that story, eh? Well, that's just the beginning. This is all just hypothetical, of course. Let's not forget that.
Now, imagine this strip club in the Lower Valley. It’s already been established that pretty young Eliza would be the up on stage shaking her two big moneymakers. You got to love the girls with daddy issues! Let’s say that her tips are pretty good, but it is never enough. Eliza then starts taking the men back stage for her fucking specialty. OK, probably shouldn’t go there.
There is this one fucking ugly duder that would always come in with the prettiest flowers, lilies to be exact. He had a fetish of making Eliza into his pretty yellow picture. Sure, things are going pretty and well for Belle, sorry Eliza, but why does the story have to end there.
So, her estranged father, Steve comes in during one night in carnival. Oh, that place is decked out in all kinds of pretty, from the pretty beads down to the pretty masks. Steve has a right old time, drinks some beers, has a couple nice views. He goes home later and neither of them are any the wiser.
Then, it is a week into Lent that something really happened. The duder is busy working with his Eliza canvas when in walked Belle’s former quarterback dude and his buddies. OK, true, they aren't 21 yet, but who cares when they come in with some perfectly pretty fake I.D.’s. Imagine it going down like this. The dude tries to cop some feels from his former girlfriend when she is covered in all the lilies. Naturally, Eliza tries to cover herself and run. Here’s the best part. The duder fucker grabs her ankle and trips her. He then pulls out a gun and tells her to don’t fucking move again. Before he can start arranging his flowers again, the dude grabs the duder. The dude then gets shot in the head, and so does pretty little fucking Eliza when she goes to help out. The old fucker runs and gets away.
Don’t you just love where these are going? At very least, it would sound better for the story if Belle/Eliza and the quarterback didn’t die.
OK, maybe it is time for a little change of pace, maybe something a little prettier. It probably would be a good idea to give this second duder a name, to make things a little easier to remember. His name will be Ralph, after this guy...Oh never mind. So, Ralph escapes from the Lower Valley. Let it just be said that he does get away with murder. OK, so, Ralph then goes to Amsterdam in the Netherlands. Flowers, flowers everywhere, but so are the pretty people. He especially loves frequenting the Red Light District. That old fucker does what he wants. So, the moral of the story is that Ralph finds a little money on the streets, goes and buys some dope, does it up with a cop outside, and gets arrested.
Justice served, well no.
Actually, there is an explosion the next day in the lobby of the jail. All those mother fuckers die but Ralph. He escapes and no harm done. Then, he goes out and buys a lottery ticket and make some good dough. Next, he invests some of that, and due to a great surge in the economy, he brings in all the big bills. Afterwards, he starts a modeling agency, where he can look to his hearts desire, each of which become a canvas of his own. His business goes under in a couple years, but would cares; Ralph got to live his dream. That is so much prettier than all those people.
That's it, done; let's end the story right there. There were rich people who found out their daughter was fucking some duder. Don't forget the naked cover. It doesn't matter too much, those people got what they desired anyway. Then, the next scene had that pretty girl from the first tale who works at a strip club. She doesn't even realize when her own shithead father comes into the place and takes a couple peaks. Her promiscuity at least was the end of her anyway, when this God awful duder shows up. Shoots her and her ex boyfriend. The story ends on a high notes when the duder travels to Amsterdam, and makes lots of money doing what he loves.
That could be the end of it; it just could. However, why do stories always have to end just when the going gets good? There are always those hardworking people out there that want to make more money. Those are good people and their work have to be honored.
More, more, more, that is all anybody wants now a days. Let's give the people want they want.
OK, imagine this girl...since this is a sequel, it would make sense to bring back at least some of the characters from the first part. So, this girl is Steve and Martha's other daughter...Trudy. She may not be the prettiest girl, but everyone says she's beautiful on the inside with doves flying out of her ass at least twice a day. Trudy is two grades younger than that ex-stripper sister of her's Eliza, Belle, whatever her name is. It doesn't matter anymore. The dove girl sings to all the other birds and dances on the moon. Well, at least before that was before her slut sister was rightly shot in the head. Then, Trudy becomes very introverted, thinking more about her pretty self than to that cruel, ugly world out there. She ends up dropping out of school as soon as she turns 16, and emancipates herself from her now deadbeat parents. Don't worry, she has a perfectly good job next to Feed Freddies at a place called Happy Harvey's; it's a pub. No, she doesn't serve the drinks. Instead, Trudy works at the daycare in the back watching over all the pretty children.
Not long after she started working there, she began to wear this pretty sequenced red dress everyday. That was the only dress she could afford anyway. She did it for this regular that would come in, taller, youngish. He made Trudy feel beautiful again. This dude was not a pervert; he would never touch her. Well, that was until she turned 18, and then they humped it out like hippos.
One day, she over hears him saying he lost his job, so she offers for him to stay with her. He was too much of a mutch not to take it. They lived, they humped, oh life was good. Things soon got more serious, and prudy Trudy was finally falling in love. Ah, isn't that sweet. Let's fast forward now to the part of the story where she finds out he is already married. The mutch only thought she was his friend. Trudy beats the shit out of his pretty head for that. It's pretty, no, beautiful seeing the sight of the bastard afterwards. He must have lost at least 100 pounds with all the stuffing knocked out of him. Now, his wife cop from down in the Lower Valley may have not fucked or, for that matter, seen the fucker for awhile, but she is definitely the daughter of a bitch. Saying she got even is good, but retribution sounds much better. Oh, that poor girl's beauty was just pouring out of her, glistening like a rainbow.
Let's make one this perfectly clear, Trudy does not die EVER! For, that girl's hind is as tough as her hippo brethren. Oh course, that girl did have to go to some physical therapy afterwards. With her new training she can consider herself equal, and close brethren to the asses.
So, imagine a pretty physical therapy center on the edge of suburban bliss. It is a place where stallions run as free as well, stallions. OK, the fence probably keeps them a little more contained than that. Anyway, the center uses the stallions as part of the therapy. Trudy loves the new freedom and the fucking feeling of wind running through her hair. There was just one snitch in her new found happiness, the stallion, Woody, collapses onto it's side while she is riding him. Trudy's other leg is crushed and then amputated. Oh well, lesson learned.
She returns to the therapy center a while later, overjoyed to find Woody is being helped right beside her. He is slowly becoming lame. It doesn't take long for Trudy to start to hate the pretty white stallion. She is becoming Woody's bitch, lower than an animal, as it turns out. Nobody could stay mad at those bit brown eyes for long and soon she no longer minded her pretty third class status. Even more pretty was the sight of her in her red dress, which now made her look like a fruity flamingo.
Enough, enough, story time.
So, uh, losing her leg doesn't stop her from riding Woody all she wanted, slowly of could, he was just too big, and one more blow would spell the end for each of them. The riding slowly got faster and faster as they grow more used to each other. Soon, it was love, big old stallion love. To put it a big more blunt, Woody is soon getting plenty of fill from his sweet little flamingo. So much so, he fell down again during their faster riding sessions. He cracked a couple of his pretty ribs, fractured his big old pretty skull. At very least Trudy continued living, but perhaps not too happily ever after.
Oh come on, the beginning did say exactly how the story was going to end. Get a pretty fucking grip!

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