She ate my asshole like it was her job. I mean, she really devoured the thing. She told me she 'Googled,' How to eat a mans asshole. Best advice she got was eat it like you'd eat a pussy. She'd done this before, and liked it, so she knew right what to do.

April was her name. We'd met online just weeks before meeting, and now there she was in my bed, about to go down on me. She was 54 at the time. Thin, long lush dirty blonde hair, huge tits, and very nice. She told me she'd been raped her whole life. First by her father, then her first boyfriend, and then her husband. When we met, her now ex-husband had just died and she was ready to move on. She was a hurt soul, so I let her have her way with me. I introduced her to new and exciting things, but let her choose 100% what she wanted to do with me. And what she wanted to do was eat all my cum, and suck on my asshole for days. I thought, okay, we can do that.

I don't know how, but I've always gotten the best woman, and they always do the naughtiest things for me. I think my favorite was the gal who drank my piss from the toilet by putting her head in the toilet and drinking it. She said it wasn't her favorite thing to do, but thanked me for it. I mean literally thanked me for my piss. Fucking, wow. Remarkable, truly.

April and I first met in a public park in Colorado where we both live. I was sitting at a picnic table when she came up behind me. A total biker chick, her bulging tits were packed tight in a small leather jacket zipped up half way, and black low cut t-shirt with sequins spelling out something like the word "Pink." She sat down next to me stalling the bench, and put her hand on my thigh. The first thing she said to me, I mean the very first thing was, "I kind of want to suck your cock right here." Man, I could have bent that fantastic bitch over where we sat. And if it hadn't have been for the kazillion kids and parents just twenty feet from us, I would have let her. I mean, even fifty feet and I would have considered it, but they were so close to us I was even concerned one of the mothers heard her say that. I guided her hand to my cock anyway, and let her rub me. We didn't do anything that day, but eat lunch and talk. If you feed a bitch a cock on the first day, she ain't coming back. And I wanted to see her again and again. So I restrained her on that day from eating the cum she'd expressly asked for.

The next time we met was in a remote location up a scenic dirt road. The tits came out, and so did my cock. Again we sat at a picnic table next to a beautiful river. It's always interesting finding out what a girl will do, what is her proclivity toward sex. And there are subtle indicators she will give you along the way. And if you are looking, paying attention, she'll tell you what she wants. April wrapped her mouth around my cock but through my jeans. That's a naughty girl. I cam in her mouth that day.

We spoke on the phone a bunch after that. Our conversations becoming exponentially more explicit, she told me she wanted to eat my asshole. I invited her to stay at my house for the weekend. Now don't get me wrong, I liked April. I liked her a lot. Contrary to popular belief, I wouldn't just let anyone play with me. In fact, I've turned down some smoking hot bitches before, because aside from being attractive, they were assholes. But what's more, they had issues they weren't willing to deal with, and that shit comes out one way or another. April on the other hand was fucked up and knew she was fucked up, and wanted to spend time with me regardless; getting to know me and enjoying each other's company. Now that's a woman. This other retard I once had the chance to fuck but didn't, begged me to do anything I wanted with her, so I went in for a kiss. She winced and told me she doesn't like that. That's not for me. Self awareness is what I'm after, and April was an open book.

She arrived to my house in a quad cab truck with a nine foot bed and ran over my garbage can trying to park that thing. This instantly endeared me to her. Bitch has no idea what she's doing, but she's trying like hell.

Her pussy was off limits to me. Not because she requested it, but too much trauma to just ram your cock in and begin fucking. She needed lubricating, and I don't mean KY. She needed to be able to express herself sexually how she wanted, on her terms, and like no man had ever given her the opportunity to do so before. She needed control, and I was happy to give it to her, or better said, give her space to do so. And as it turned out, April felt control with her tongue in my ass. Here we go!

I asked her if she wanted me to fuck her pussy. She told me maybe, but go slow. We never actually got there, but I massaged it a bunch, ate it and spit on it for her. I think she preferred that. But then she told me to come here. Here being my cock in her mouth. She swallowed it no problem. Told me she had gag reflex issues (I believe she was being humble) but I picked up on none. Just entire cock right down the hatch. And then she tasted my balls. She also smelled them which I thought was wonderful. I'm a clean man, a fit man, I take pride in my appearance. I'm also warm and inviting, and kind of cuddly and close. I like petting and kissing and compliments too. It doesn't hurt too that I have a wonderful cock, beautiful big and shaved balls, and a gorgeous asshole. I don't know what it is, but women like to eat my asshole. And most of them make themselves cum from doing so. Incredible! But April was no exception.

April ate my asshole for an hour. Taking breaks to smell and taste my balls, and lick my pre-cum when I made it available. I have this thing where I can slowly make myself cum a little at a time. I edge myself for hours if necessary. And women eat it all up as I do so. Usually while rubbing themselves down there. I love it.

But boy was she good at my hole. She spread that thing open and stuck her tongue in it. And then she began talking about food. "I'd like to spread it with whipped cream and berries," she told me. I had none. You'd think one might run directly to the store. But try pulling a tongue out of your ass to do anything else. It ain't easy. House on fire? It'll wait.

'What idiots,' I thought. All these years people have been taking advantage of her, and all she wants to do is lick your assholes. And so there she was talking to me about eating food off of my asshole. I almost couldn't think of anything better. My sweet clean asshole thought so too. So, gently I mentioned, taking it slightly one step further, eating berries Out of my asshole. She replied, "Do you have any?" Motherfucker, I don't!

April told me before arriving that day, she wanted two things; to eat my asshole and seven loads of cum in her belly. I gave her ten. Why seven, I asked. She chuckled, because it's better than six? That it is, my friend. That it is.

Life has a great sense of humor if you can think of it that way. I never did get to feed April food from my asshole. Things between us quickly took a different turn. She was going through a lot right then. I usually come into peoples lives when they're going through significant changes. I facilitate in that way their growth, and mine. I couldn't say I've never had a better ass eater. One bitch used to talk to it. Tell it she loves it in the first person while eating it. 'Bitch was hungry. Bt I believe April truly took it to a next level when she started coming up with different things she wanted to eat from my asshole.

She met a guy closer to her in proximity and age shortly after coming to visit me. I told her she should. She wanted me, but he was better suited for her. And we parted on good terms. Great, actually. She told me she'd call me if it didn't work out with him. I told her, anytime, my asshole is here for you. She told me next time it's macaroni salad!

Thx

my ex best friend’s slut dirt ass slept with my boyfriend 

I’ve done some shameful things in my past. Looking to confess to someone, so that they have dirt on me, and I would be your abject slave forever.

straight male, 33.

Chapter 3
This isn't a progressive prison. Quite the opposite. They aren't interested in rehabilitation, only punishment. As a result the guards carry a number of different weapons. Non-lethal but still damn effective. And they need to practice with them regularly. Your prescence offers them a unique opportunity to train using a person, rather than manniquins.
You're walked, naked, through the prison and out into the yard. During the walk your slutty fag body is seen by almost everyone. The prisoners taunt you and mock your tiny fucking clit. They promise that if they ever get their hands on you they'll rape you unconscious and cover you in the cum of real men.
Once in the yard you're hand cuffed to the chain link fence. Both wrists and ankles. Spread eagled. You're completely vulnerable. The warm sun offers a small amount of comfort.
The guards explain that they are going to practice their riot suppression techniques on your sissy body, beginning with nightsticks. They already know they can shove them up your boipussy whenever they want so instead they're going to beat you with them. They focus their attention on your titties. They're dying to know if the nice big implants Daddy bought you are as sensitive as real titties. It turns out they are. Repeated blows to your tits rain down. The pain is incredible. Your crying and begging for mercy has no effect on them. The bruising starts to set in immediately. Just when you think you'll pass out from the pain it stops.
The beating only stops because they're moving on to the next weapon, not because they give a damn about your suffering. The guards unholster their tasers and you realize what's in store for you next.
They each take turns shooting the electrified darts into your soft, girly, body and running the electricity through you. You dance and writhe in place. The pain is excruciating and yet your clit is growing. It has a mind of it's own and it's enjoying the humiliation, torture and pain. It knows this is what you crave. What you deserve.
The guards grow bored simply shooting the tasers at you and decide they should hook them directly up to your useless balls and run the electricity into you. The darts are stabbed into your sack and the trigger pulled. Hundreds of volts run through your pathetic balls and throughout your body. Over and over. Your cries only make them laugh. Your begging for mercy only makes them do it more and more. Eventually you lose control and piss yourself prompting howls of laughter. The humiliation makes you blush from head to toe. It also makes your cock start to grow again.
The next weapon to be unleashed is the bean bag shot gun. Bonus points are going to be awarded for anyone who hits your tits and even more points for hitting you in the clit and balls. There's a very brief conversation among the guards about the risk of doing permanent damage but it's quickly decided no one gives a damn. The first two shots hit your tits knocking the wind out of you. The third shot hits your throat making it almost impossible for you to scream anymore. After that each and every shot is aimed at your clit. Round after round smashes into your crotch. Each one feels like being kicked in the balls. Your legs go limp and you're left hanging by your wrists from the fence like a depraved piece of meat.
A bucket of ice cold water splashes over you, snapping you out of your stupor. You can barely feel your clit anymore. Your balls are swollen to the size of oranges.
The next weapon to be used is rubber bullets. They aren't utilized very often on the prisoners because of the damage they can do. No one cares about the damage they'll do to you.
Again, bonus points are available for hitting you in the tits and crotch. This time around the discussion about damage is a bit more serious. It's agreed a direct hit could destroy your balls. The consensus is that if that happens they'll take you to the prison doctor and have him remove your balls completely. They'll turn you into a total fucking eunuch.
The first couple of shots hit your thighs and stomach. the pain rips through you instantly. The swelling and bruising is also instant. As is the perverse enjoyment you're feeling. Your depraved mind has decided you both deserve and enjoy this treatment. As before, your clit starts to grow at the thought.
Inevitably two shots, in quick succession, hit your balls. Your screams can be heard throughout the entire prison before you fall unconscious.
It takes two buckets of ice cold water splashed over your limp body to revive you this time.
The guards examine your almost ruined clit and balls and decide the doctor can, probably, save them.
That being decided they go get the guards that ride horseback and oversee the prisoners working the farm.
Those guards need practice with their whips. They don't get to use them as often as they'd like so practice is always welcome and you're perfect for their needs.
You're unshackled from the fence and turned around, facing it, and reshackled. The two horseback guards flip a coin to see who goes first. The winner uncoils his 8 ft whip and begins swirling it in the air. With a quick flip of his wrist the whip leaps out and bites your ass. Your screams echo across the yard. Another swoosh and the whip crosses your back. Bright red welts form immediately. The burning sensation radiates out across your back. They start coming faster now. Most of them hit your thicc ass, making you dance and quiver and shake and scream. Eventually it becomes so intense you go numb. Your ass is on fire but now you simply accept that this is what you deserve because you're a sissy slut, pain whore.
After what seems like an eternity you're unshackled and turned around again. The bite of the cuffs into your wrists and ankles is inconsequential compared to the pain rushing through your ass and back.
The second guard begins his turn focused on your titties. Your plump, sensitive, titties feel the sting of the tip of the whip. He's incredibly accurate. Hitting your nipples over and over. They all laugh as you cry and beg him to stop. Instead they encourage him. They want to know if he can make you scream even louder.
He's confident he can. He says he doesn't want.to hit your ball because they're really close to being completely destroyed but he's sure can hit your clit.
Turns out he's right
The whip bites into your useless cock over and over.
Your screams carry for miles. As does their laughter. The worst part though, is that throughout the entire whipping, you cock has been seeping cum. And now that they are done they notice it for the first time.
It's then that they realize what they have on their hands.
Chapter 4
The fact that the prison is also a working farm results in some unique opportunities, and challenges, for the men working it.
The farm provides vegetables and meat for the prison.
It also provides sadistic guards with some creative ways to torture sissy sluts.
For example, the guards know your boipussy can take it deep, because they shoved a whole nightstick up your slutty ass, but they got to wondering how fat a zucchini they could stuff in your gaping hole before you passed out or ripped. Turns out the answer is 10 inches before you screamed so loud it could be heard miles away, and then you passed out. What confused them was that you seemed to be enjoying it up to that point.
They also discovered that your useless faggy body could be used to solve practical problems.
The prisoners were running into issues with fire ants in the soil they were working. The guards realized that you could be used as bait.
You were stripped naked, yet again, (At this point it was rare for you to have clothes on at all. Much quicker to rape you if you're already naked) and taken to the farm field. The walk past the prison yard was both humiliating and thrilling for you. So many men wanting to fuck your sweet little holes. Potentially so much cum for you to swallow or be covered by. So many hard cocks for you to suck. All you could ever want. And you wanted them all.
Just before the guards lead you outside the fence they tie your hands behind your back and put a collar around your neck. A rope is passed through the ring on the collar and handed to a guard on horseback. You can feel the hot sun making your big, fat, titties redder and redder.
The horse starts walking forward and you follow along behind. The rider picks up the pace and you have to start running a little to keep up. The heat and the running has you sweating and gasping.
The rider speeds up a bit more and you have to run hard to keep up. The guards in the truck following you, and rider are laughing at the way your clit is bouncing around as you run. They're also laughing at the way your titties are slamming up and down.
Again the rider speeds up. This time you can't keep up, you stumble and fall. They don't stop. You're being dragged through the dirt into the field. The rocks, gravel and dirt are scraping your titties and, especially, your clit. It hurts so good. You feel like an animal and deep down, much to your shame, you're enjoying it.
Just when you think you can't take anymore it stops.
You're in the middle of the field. The fire ant hill is mere feet away.
They flip you over and cut the rope around your wrists. The guards in the truck get out and rummage around in the back of the truck. They pull out four stakes, a length of rope and a hammer.
You lay, gasping, in the hot southern heat. The scrapes all over your body are on fire. Your clit is throbbing, both from the pain, and the shameful pleasure your feeling. Being exposed and used by these strong, cruel men is making you feel more and more like a sissy fucktoy. Completely empty of masculinity.
The guards have pounded the four stakes into the ground around you. Ropes are wrapped around your wrists and ankles and your stretched, spread eagled, as they tie them to the stakes. You're unable to move, except to wiggle a little. Your pathetic attempts at struggle make your clit flop around uselessly which elicits more laughter. They put a burlap bag over your head and tie a rope tightly around your neck to hold it in place.
The guards have been working quickly. They don't want to be swarmed by the ants, that's your role.
One of the guards grabs a long stick and, just for laughs, hits your clit with it, just ot hear you cry out, before heading toward the ant hill.
He begins poking the hill with the stick. The ants come swarming out and all the guards run for the truck. The guard on horseback takes off at a gallop.
The ants don't take long to find you. Crawling over your arms and legs they begin heading toward your scraped clit. Within seconds they've completely cover your useless clit and begin burrowing down into the shaft.
The guards are about a hundred yards away and yet they can hear you screaming, crying, pleading and begging for release. There's no help coming. You're at the mercy of the insects who are beginning to bite your useless cock and push their way into your sissy ass. It's so easy for them to crawl up your boipussy. It's been fucked so often lately it gapes. They march right up you effortlessly.
The intensity of the pain in your clit and ass has distracted you from the dozens of ants devouring your fat, soft titties.
They're everywhere. On you, in you. Using your useless fucking sissy fag body for their needs. As it should be. Your thicc, feminine, slut body exists only for the pleasure of others, and that includes insects.
Because you're a depraved pain slut your clit starts to grow, making it easier for the ants to enter you.
The guards can't believe you're getting hard. They're glad they decided to record the whole spectacle because otherwise no one would believe it. They can't wait to show it to everyone down at the bar.
Right about the time you start to pass out, from the pain and the exhaustion of screaming and crying non stop for almost an hour relief comes.
They need you alive. Damaged is fine but alive. A 2" hose sprays you with a deluge of cold water sending the ants flying. The hose is shoved into your pussy to flush them out. The Icy cold water shoots into your guts with incredible force.
A stick is pushed into the end of your still hard clit to kill the ants inside. The pain of the stick being jammed into your useless cock makes you finally pass out but not before you hear the guards say they can't wait to do this again with different insects.
Chapter 5
The sunlight through the infirmary window wakes you. You're not sure how long you've been there. You feel good though. There's no signs of the ant bites so you figure you've probably been there a few days.
When the nurse comes in you ask her a few questions. Turns out you've been there three days. They kept you sedated and medicated. That didn't stop the guards from occasionally coming in and sodomizing you anyway. Apparently you moaned like a little bitch even though you were almost completely unconscious.
The knowledge that they used your ass for their amusement and pleasure while you slept, without giving a damn if you enjoyed it, filled you with both shame and arousal. You were a human flashlight for three days, for god only knows how many cocks.
You notice that your skin seems softer and smoother. At first you thought it was because of the treatment for the ant bites. You ask the nurse about it. She says, no, they have, in fact, been pumping you full of hormones. She says she's never seen doses that large before. You lift the sheet and look at your cock. To your shock, surprise and shame it's even smaller than before. So are your balls.
You drift off back to sleep feeling more like a girl than ever before.
Chapter 6
Your recovery is progressing nicely after the ant torture. You've been given a break for a week.
The break consisted of only having to suck every cock put in front of you (dozens and dozens) and being fucked repeatedly, all day and night. Usually one at time but occasionally being gang banged. 6 or 8 cocks filling your boipussy with their hot cum. So much cum it would still be leaking out of you hours later.
It's pointless for you to put clothes on most of the time. When you are allowed clothes they are femmy as possible. Short skirts, crop tops that don't really contain your fat titties, garters and stocking and nothing else. Essentially, they dress you like a sissy slut whore.
At this point you're not even sure you remember your own name. You've been called everything but. Fucktoy, cumdump, meat puppet, whore, slut, faggot, sissy, girl, fuckface, useless, pain pig, ant girl, and a bunch more.
It's reached the point where you don't feel right if you're not sticky from cum or your boipussy is empty. It's come to feel completely natural to be impaled on a real man's cock.
Chapter 7
There's a problem down in the barns. One of the stallions is in heat and there's no mare to breed him to. It will be at least two weeks before they can get a mare in to breed with him. He's become damn near unrideable.
The guards have been discussing it and you're the solution. It's even decided that you are going to suck the stallion off. Some of the guards wanted to let it fuck you but.others were concerned it might destroy you. Not that they give a damn about you. They don't. They just want to keep you alive so they can continue to torture and use you. You're a slutty, depraved, amusement for them.
You're marched down to the barn. Almost every guard on staff has come along to watch and record the perverted spectacle. This is filling you with mixed emotions. It's completely humiliating to be forced to serve the sexual needs of an animal in front of a large crowd of people. On the other hand it's a dream come true to serve the sexual needs of an animal in front of a large crowd of people.
The stallion is walked out into the corral so that the guards will have a good view of your depraved cock sucking. They weren't kidding when they said he was horny. His cock is already getting hard and you haven't even touched it yet.
You drop to your knees beside the stallion and tentatively reach out for his growing cock. It's already 18 inches long and it's only half hard. Stroking it makes it grow quickly to its full 3 foot length. It's beautiful.
The guards are growing impatient. They're yelling for you to quit screwing around and start sucking.
You pull the massive cock to your lips and kiss it. Swirling your tongue around the tip produces pre-cum and the horse starts to settle. You stretch your mouth wide to take as much of the massive head as you can into your slutty mouth. To the surprise of the crowd you can get it in your mouth. Sucking as much as you can, tasting the musk, feeling the heat, hearing the guards calling you filthy names is all combining to turn you on. To your shame, and the amusement and disgust of the guards, your clit starts to grow.
A few more minutes of worshipping the big animals cock and you can start to feel it throb. No one has told you if you're supposed to swallow the cum. You decide that if you're going to be the best, most depraved piece of fuck meat you can possibly be, you should swallow.
With a loud grunt the horse begins to cum. So much hot cum gushes into your mouth. Too much to swallow. It shoots out of your mouth, out your nose an all over your tits. Sputtering, coughing and gagging, on your knees, in the dirt, covered in horse cum, in front of a crowd, you lose control and begin to cum too.
The guards howl with laughter and heap verbal abuse on you.
All you can do is hang your head in shame. And pure, perverted, satisfaction.
Chapter 8
You awaken the next morning, still flush with excitement and shame from yesterday's bestiality show.
The memory of your depravity, and the unbridled lust and perversion, makes your cock start to grow again.
You sucked off a horse in front of a large crowd. You savored its cum in your mouth. Your tits were coated in his hot, sticky jism.
Rather than being repulsed you realize you want more.
Unfortunately for you, today's plans don't include the animals.
There's a section of farm land that isn't draining properly and has become swampy. The prisoners don't want to go in and drain the water because it's full of leeches. That's where you come in.
The guards could bait the leeches with fresh pork but why waste good meat when they can use you.
Once again you're marched, naked through the prison and out to the road to the farm. The name calling and abuse as you pass the prisoners is as vile as ever. Rape threats, humiliating comments about your pathetic little cock, reminders that you are definitely not a man anymore. You're a faggy little sex slave for an entire prison and the people who run it.
As you walk through the fields with the guards, toward the swamp the hot sun beats down on your naked body. It occurs to you, and makes you blush, that you don't have to worry about tan lines.
As you approach the swamp you realize it's bigger than you imagined. There's got to be hundreds of leeches in it.
The guards tie your hands behind your back and order you to start walking into the water. You hesitate momentarily. The slash of a whip across your back gets you moving quickly.
Too quickly. You lose your footing in the thick mud, stumble and fall face first into the water.
Your struggles to turn over roil the water and stir up the mud, releasing the leeches and other bugs living there.
The guards yell at you to get further into the water and to get on your back with your legs spread. This time when you hesitate a rubber bullet is shot at you, hitting you square in the ass. The pain is excruciating and the swelling starts immediately. But you move.
You wade into the water and find a spot where you can submerge your body and still keep your head above water.
It only takes a couple of minutes for the leeches to find you.
At first it tickles as they begin to crawl over your naked, slutty, body.
Then they start to latch on. Initially it's on your thighs and stomach. Then it's your arms and tits.
Eventually they find your cock and your boipussy.
As the first one starts slithering up your cunt you realize they're not just going to use you externally. With your hands tied behind.your back there's no way for you to protect yourself.
There are a least a dozen on your titties. Biting and sucking on your nipples, areola, and soft tit meat.
You've lost track of how many have slipped inside your cunt. You can feel them working their way deep inside you. There's so many it feels like a cock. A live wriggling, biting, cock working deeper and deeper into you.
The assault on your cock distracts you from the damage being done to your boipussy.
At least three of them have worked their way into your urethra and have latched on. The pain is unbelievable and your screams and pleas for mercy echo across the swamp. All it gets is laughter and mocking from the guards. They remind you that you're nothing but meat and this is what meat gets used for.
For three long hours you lay in the water, a fucking plaything for insects. The heat and the loss of blood start to take a toll. Your head is getting light. It's about then that you realize that this is your destiny. A sex slave for vicious perverts. Rape meat for horny prisoners. A fucktoy for an entire barnyard full of animals. A piece of meat, so depraved and filthy that being sexually abused by insects, letting them destroy your ass and pathetic sissy cock, feels right.

Female state prison

Now she is a prisoner here in the Female State prison since two month, sentenced of after driving drunk causing an accident with many injuries. The judge wanted to set an example and punished her hard, twenty years of prison. She was cared and desperate, later they made her an offer: Her sentence would be reduced by half if the conditions of her prison stay would be harsher. She agreed without a thought and has to stay in this special part of the prison, deep down the surface, for ten years. She lives now in a small single cell, with no privacy, furnished with a plank bed and toilet. The door was made by bars, so the guards can watch her all the time, using the toilet, cleaning herself and being nude during the washing every morning. But more molesting to her is the fact that she is barefoot all the time, since the day of her the intake. They made her to strip completely and handed over to her the prison uniform, a pair of wide pants and this ugly sweatshirt. There was underwear nor footwear and the guards explained her that it not allowed to the inmates in this part of the prison. Usually being barefoot never was a problem for her, she has enjoyed it until now. But in the prison, things were different. Her bare feet are unprotected and vulnerable now, so she started to move more slowly than she was used to be, without wearing a restraint, her tender soles now tormented every day by the cold concrete floor of the cell, and each day she has to leave the cell, walking along endless floors and hallways, and climbing many stairs made from hard metal grid. Her feet started to ache, every step was painful, especially outside, when she had to walk around in the compound for one hour as physical activity. Unfortunately the surface was covered with small sharp-edged gravel stones. Her feet are adapting slowly to their new life, her soles had become calloused now, and really dirty, even when she tries to clean them, only a small amount of dirt can be washed away, the rest has just penetrated in the skin. Within a few months, her soles will turn completely black like they have done in other prisoners, she has watched them outside.
Another problem for her are these ugly cuffs that she has to wear. Her ankles remains permanently shackled, by normal cuffs connected with a chain which is 30 cm long. In the morning after sleeping nude in the night, they unlock the cuffs, for a few seconds, so she can put on a new trouser. She wears these cuffs really all the time. Her wrists instead are cuffed only half of the time, mostly during the night. So she is able to eat and drink, wash herself and take her clothes on or off. The cuffs are closed as tight as possible. The metal cuts in the skin slightly so she tries to avoid every movement of her hands and fingers. After removing the cuffs, deep impressions remain in the skin for hours. After two months of treatment, there is a swollen painful ring of swollen and redden skin around every wrist. Her feet are even worse. The permanent pressure of the cuffs has damaged the skin around the ankles, it is not only swollen and painful, but yet bruised with sores around her ankles. She is able to move the shackle, to change its position a few millimeters up and down. This maneuver helps a little bit, but the area of damaged skin is now brighter than the width of the metals surface of the cuff. Small crusts appear at the undiscovered, bruised skin, but they are rubbed away by the cuff when it is moved by here to this area. So the skin at her ankles is permanently swollen and inflamed at a width of two centimeters. Every step is painful now. She is desperate, she has to spend many years like this!

Mail Order Bride: My Experiences
This is probably going to be a long read.
I'm not sure if anyone on this site has delved into mail order brides, but if you've got the money and you're lonely - it's not the worst thing in the world to do. I've always had several fetishes for oriental and even Russian ladies. So after grieving for a few years after my wife left me for another woman (yes, that fucked with me in so many ways), I decided to try the dating scene. I'd make matches, sometimes even hook up with the lady but nothing really ever clicked enough for me to have a long term relationship with the women. It was date, fuck, on to the next. It got old fast and I was looking for something more, looking for a woman that was actually in to me. So one day I decided to try it.

The sign up fees are stupid and can range from $70 - $200 a month depending on the package you select. I figured I'd make quick work out of it and find someone I was interested in and exchange personal information with them. SO I signed up.
A lot of these girls look like 10/10 models - they all have professional pictures taken and I was like "well I just got scammed, they're all fake as fuck." Seeing all of these flawless women was a bit of a turn off for me - being in my late 40s, I knew I wasn't a bad looking guy but these women - all of them were way out of my league and I had my doubts, especially because I know a majority of them are after citizenship. I felt like I made a big mistake.
I contacted a couple of the ladies, usually didn't get a response. One day I logged in and this very attractive Filipino lady left me a message, just saying "Hi. Saw your profile."
I went to her profile and looked at her pictures, and just kinda shook my head.
I was talking to other women on there, but nothing really panned out. A lot of them barely spoke English.
So I chatted her up. I told her that we had an obvious age difference, and that I didn't know if she'd be comfortable with that. She replied back, "Most Filipina ladies like older men, it's kind of a cultural thing. I like older white men."
So we hit it off. We decided to exchange personal details and I called her up and we'd talk on Skype too. We'd laugh, joke, and just talk about everything under the sun - including her past relationships. She was engaged to be married but the guy got another woman pregnant and the marriage was cancelled. She talked about some of her boyfriends being abused and drinking all the time. She told me about her parents and how she moved out of the house at a young age and supports herself by having a masters degree in economics and works in Manilla and helps with city planning. We talked for months and months. We'd get intimate on Skype, she'd start fingering her pussy, moaning that she wished I was inside her.
"When are you coming, or should I come visit you?" she asked.
My heart raced. So I made plans to take off work for a week and fly out to the Philippines. It's a long flight and I couldn't even sleep - but when I got on the ground I got off the plane, and went outside the airport and called her. She was waiting for me and saw me standing by the road, and honked her horn. She got out of her car and ran up to me, gave me a great big hug and kissed me on the lips. Holy fuck she looked better than her pictures, she could have easily been a model. I loaded my luggage in her car and hopped in the passenger seat. I'm used to order, at least somewhat order - but driving in the Philippines scared the ever fuck out of me. It was very unnerving. From nice paved roads to roads cratered with massive potholes then to dirt roads - we finally made it to her small house that she was renting. We talked all the way to her place, I was so shocked I finally got to meet her - because I didn't feel like it would ever happen.
I was nervous and didn't want to push myself on her, I was worried that maybe I was ugly to her in person.
We got inside, and she made me feel right at home.
"You must be hungry! I cooked this yesterday for you, I'll heat it up, and I'll get you some tea!"
She spoke perfect English, with a small accent from Tagalog.
I told her not to worry. I felt a bit nervous - all the discussions we had, all the cybersex we had - I felt out of place.
She called me over to her small little kitchen table and had a plate prepared for me, with hot peppers, fish and some other ingredients. I have no idea what it's called (even to this day).
"You said you like spicy babe," she said smiling.
I took a few bites. My mouth was on fire, tears ran down my face.
"Holy fuck!" I said, "It's perfect."
She giggled, and her small firm chest bounced at bit. She caught me looking.
"Now now, there's enough time for that later. You still think I'm attractive right? I was so worried that you wouldn't think I'm attractive... "
I looked at her, "You're beautiful, absolutely stunning. Of course I'm attracted to you - physically and mentally. Hopefully I'm not ugly to you..."
Her eyes widened, "Oh, you're fucking hot dude, I'm still very interested in you!"
So we watched some TV, she obviously was horny, as I held her hand she guided me down her shorts to reveal a shaved and dripping wet pussy.
I haven't had sex in a long time. I didn't last long at all. Just how tight she was, how perfect her body was, and how beautifully she looked right into my eyes while I was inside her. I felt her touch my soul so deeply.
"I always imagined this moment, just like this..." she said, smiling.
"Oh, I thought I'd last a lot longer than I did, it's your turn to cum..."
She moaned as she played with my cum dripping out of her swollen pussy. Her fingers spread her dark brown pussy lips aside, showing a beautiful pink inside, as white dribbles of my sperm leaked onto her couch.
My mouth found her small supple tits, licking and sucking - I worked my way down to her dripping shaved pussy, and started massaging her clit with my tongue.
She moaned and grabbed a fist full of my hair, pulling me closer as her hips moved back and forth as I ate her out.
"I'll always be yours, I love you..." she moaned.
"I love you too," I said taking a quick breath.
She began to buck and moan, "Fuck..." she whispered, releasing my hair from her grip.
"I'm not going to want to leave you here," I admitted.
It got late, we ate dinner and went to bed. We fucked again before falling asleep.
We were to lovers who seemed obsessed. She took the week off of work so she could show me the sites around Manilla.
While she took me around to see the sites, something popped into my head - "just marry her already."
I went into a jewelry store by myself (she had errands to run) and got her a nice engagement ring.
The next time she took me out on the town, there was this big beautiful fountain (not sure of the name of it) and I got down on one knee.
"You bring so much life to me, my mind body and soul would ache without you being in my life, will you marry me?"
Her eyes widened, and she looked right into my eyes. There was an uncomfortable silence which seemed to last for an eternity.
"Of course I'll marry you!"
People around us clapped and congratulated us.
I didn't know how easy it was to get married in the Philippines. It's almost like Vegas but without Elvis overseeing your vows.
We fucked every single day, sometimes twice to three times in the same day. We discussed that she was going to quit her job and move with me to the USA. So I helped her pack a lot of her stuff in boxes and we mailed the boxes to my address. She talked to her landlord who owned the property and told them she was leaving at the end of the week, so she can move to the USA with her husband.
The landlord congratulated her and wished her well.
I've been married to her for 15 years and she is still the most amazing woman I've ever met in my life.
We've had 2 kids together and her body snapped right back into shape. She's as beautiful as ever. A timeless beauty. So yeah. Sometimes those crazy mail order bride sites actually work.

I have a confession.
My older brother and I were at a rodeo in west Texas. We weren’t competing or anything just watching the show. Anyway, there was this nice looking young brunette working the concession stand and I started flirting with her. I wound up getting her number.
I called her a few days later and we made a date to go out. I picked her up and told her that there was a party at a friend of mines house that I wanted to take her too. Her dad made us take her little brother Glen along with us. I guess he thought that would keep me from trying to fuck his daughter. She was a cute, petite brunette with a small ass and these very firm, very large tits that I couldn’t wait to get my hands on. Anyway the three of us went to eat at a local restaurant and then off to the party we go.
We get there and there are a number of guys, probably 7or 8 and just two other girls besides Kathy. I was looking for a way to get her alone and there were these two guys playing a video game in the living room. I introduced her brother to them and left him in there with them.
There was a card game going on at the kitchen table and Kathy and I got involved in that. There was a bottle of Jack Daniels being passed around the table as well as a couple of joints and it wasn’t long before we were pretty high.
I asked a buddy of mine named Larry if I could use his bedroom for a bit to which he agreed. This was a well known party house and this was not uncommon.
I took her back to the bedroom and it wasn’t long before She was naked sucking my dick and then spread her legs to get fucked. We were pretty stoned and I guess I went to sleep.
I was awakened to the bed moving a couple of hours later and when I rolled over there was my buddy Larry laying on his back with this little whore riding his dick for all she was worth.
I gathered my clothes and got dressed with him still fucking her. I walked back to the kitchen and got a beer. Everybody was pretty much crashed by then. I guess Glen heard me in the kitchen and walked in there to see what was up. I told him to come here I want to show you something. We walked to the bedroom door and he could clearly his sister bouncing up and down on Larry’s cock.
I told him I was heading out and asked if he wanted a ride. He said he did and we left her there and I dropped him off in front of his house before going on home myself.
The next day her dad called me wanting to know where his daughter was. I told him that her and a friend of mine seemed to hit it off so I left her with him. I even gave him the address in case he wanted to go see for himself. I understand that he went by there and tried to get her to come home with him. I guess she had some daddy issues cause I heard she told him to go fuck himself and stayed with Larry.
I saw Larry in town a few days ago and he told me he had bored with her pretty quickly but she seemed to like the availability of plenty of weed and alcohol that was always there. He also said she seemed to be enjoying the large variety of hard dicks that were always coming through. From what I hear she had been fucked by between 12-15 different guys before they all bored with her and dropped her off in front of her dad’s house.
Fast forward about 2 months and I guess my older brother had bumped into her somewhere and he is dating her. I told him about her time at the party house and he confronted her about it. She lied to him and said it never happened and that I was just jealous because she didn’t want to go out with me anymore. I told him whatever and just let it go.
Next thing Iknow he has moved her in with him. I didn’t say anything else about it to him. I guessed he’d figure it out soon enough.
The town we lived in was kind of small and it was difficult to not bump into people. I was working nights on drilling rigs. I got up about noon on a day off and decided to go have a couple of cold beers. There was a small bar I used to go to. As I was pulling in to park I noticed a couple fooling around in the front seat of a truck around the side of the building.
It was a dirt parking lot and small so I walked right past where this was going on as I went into the bar.
I could see that the passenger door was open, there was a girl on her back with her legs spread outside the truck and a guy between her legs fucking her. The guy noticed me but I just gave him a quick thumbs up and kept walking.
I sat down on a bar stool and ordered a beer. After it was about half way gone I notice the guy from the truck outside walk in. And lo and behold this little whore that he had been fucking followed him in. And, you got it, it was this gal that was living with my brother.
She noticed me too and came over wanting to talk. The guy didn’t seem to give a shit what she did as he ordered a beer. I told her I didn’t want to talk about this in public and told her let’s go outside.
We walked out to my car and sat down in the passenger seat. I walked around and sat in the drivers. She started chattering something about please don’t tell your brother.
While she was still talking I unzipped my pants, reached over with my right had and pushed her face into my lap. I was pushing her head down and raising my hips while I fucked her mouth until I shot my wad down her throat.
When I was done using her mouth I told her that if she wanted me to be quiet that she would be doing whatever I told her to do. She agreed and for probably close to a year from then I would fuck her mouth and pussy any time I wanted. Hell, I even loaned her out to friends at times.
After a while my brother caught her fucking around and tossed her out.
The last I heard of her she was going into the Navy. Bet all those sailors were loving her.

truckstop2...continuation

I stumbled down that dirt road on wobbly legs feeling exhausted. I almost fell a couple of times and when I squatted to pee. I went directly to my car and drove home. When I arrived home, I fell into bed and slept until mid afternoon. The first thing I thought of when I woke-up was that I missed work. It was too late to call-in and it would be considered a "no-show". I was also aware of my ass burning from its whipping, and the pain in my boobs and pussy. I got up, took off my dress, and looked in the bathroom mirror. I saw welts everywhere, on my boobs, stomach, legs, and back. My ass was almost blistered; but, there was no blood. I turned on the water in the bathtub and took a long hot soaking bath with lots of suds. As I soaked, I remembered the whipping, and hanging upside down sucking their cocks. Their cum was running into my sinuses and burning; so, I had swallowed as much as I could. After my bath, I applied a generous amount of aloe to my welts and had lunch.

I had to ask my Saturday night date for a rain-check because I didn't want him to see the welts on my body. We had fucked on the last date and I knew he would be expecting it again. The welts faded away early in the following week. At night, I was having reoccurring dreams of being horse-whipped with the whip coiling around my body. Then the end of the whip turned into the head of a snake; and, I would wake up as it was about to sink its fangs into my boob. I tried to rationalize what had happened in that barn. Was I raped? No, I walked into the situation to get fucked, knowing that it could get rough. Was it frightening, yes; but it was also exciting. Would I do it again, that was the unanswered question.

On Tuesday, I received a "get well" card in the mail from a John Smith, who I didn't know. The card simply said to check my sent emails. When I did, I found an email sent to John Smith thanking him for the wonderful time. There were three attachments. The first was an image of my drivers license, the second was an image of me sucking someones cock, and the third was a clip of a woman being fucked on a bale of hay, clutching her partner and begging him to make her cum. That woman was me. I was shocked! They obviously knew my address and had pictures. I didn't know what to do. I checked the pics on my phone and found the same ones. The next day, after letting it all sink in, I added a password to access my cell phone. Then, I emailed John Smith asking what he wanted. He replied saying that he hoped that my bruises had healed satisfactorily. He continued that, with the wrong people, I could have been seriously injured. But,he said it was apparent that I enjoyed the evening, even if it wasn't what I expected. He went on describing pleasure and pain and how they were related. Then he said he would like to meet with me again Friday night. I realized how dangerous that night could have been. Also, I had learned the impact of pleasure and pain. I thought about it for a day; then emailed back that I would see him Friday night with the conditions that there would be nothing extreme or that left permanent marks. He directed me to meet him at a "park and ride" lot near me at 7:30pm. He said to wear the same dress with pink heels and no underwear.

When I arrived, I saw a black pickup truck waiting. I parked, clutched the mace in my purse, and walked over to it. He put the window down and I saw Mike alone. He said to get in, which I did. As we drove away, I was thinking that leaving my car behind made me feel helplessness but excited from not knowing what would happen next. He complimented me on my attractiveness and how sexy my body was. He said that he couldn't stop thinking about me. Then he asked me how I felt when he whipped me with his belt. I said that I was frightened and that it hurt, but not too badly. He said to pull up my dress and show him my bare cunt. I did. displaying my freshly shaved pussy. I use the words boob and pussy; he uses tit and cunt, which seems a bit crude. He asked how I felt hanging upside down sucking cock; I replied that I truly love sucking cock. Then he said that it was obvious that I enjoyed being fucked. He said that there were lots of things he wanted to do with me as long as I was willing. I repeated that I would try as long as he gave me no permanent marks or did anything extreme. When we arrived at his farm, he took me into his house and not the barn.

His house was an older type farm house with wood siding that looked freshly painted. There were area rugs over a hardwood floor; and, his furniture was upholstered and just a little dated. He said for me to sit on the couch and went into the kitchen to get two glasses and a bottle of red wine. He sat next to me on the couch and explained that our relationship was very personal and that, when there, he expected me to call him Sir, and be obedient to his commands. Then he asked me if I liked being naked, to which I said yes. His first command was to take-off my dress. I did, becoming naked except for my heels. Next, he told me to walk around the room and to jiggle my boobs. I did. Then he said to sit down next to him and he fondled and squeezed my boobs and pulled at my nipples. They always respond to treatment and he was pleased. Then he squeezed my nipple hard and twisted it. I gasped but didn't resist. He opened the drawer of the end table and took out a plastic 12" ruler. He bent it back and let it slap my boobs just under my nipples, on the sides, then on my nipples. My boobs turned pink and my nipples were hard. He stuck his finger in my pussy and pulled it out wet. He had me lick it clean. It wasn't the first time I had tasted myself and I do like the taste of cum. Then he attached a paper clamp firmly on about an inch of each nipple and areola and attached a chain to each one. He pulled on the chain. It was painful; but, my boobs are wired to my pussy and it began to itch. Then, he said to spread my legs and he slapped the inside of my thighs. Then he knelt between my legs and began softly biting and sucking my thighs and pussy lips, and licking my pussy, while tugging on the chain and pushing a finger in my ass. When I was almost ready to orgasm, he stopped and slapped my pussy hard, saying its not time yet. Then he took the clamps and chain off my boobs, licked them with his tongue, and sucked them softly. He led me to the bathroom and handed me a fleet enema and told me come out when I was finished. When I walked back into the living room, he was sitting on the couch with his pants off. He told me to kneel between his legs and suck his cock. I did. It was already hard and a bit thicker and longer than my exes. I licked his cock and hairy balls before I began to suck. He stopped me before he came, once again saying that it wasn't time yet. There was a dog collar laying on the coffee table with a gold metal label that said "Pet". He told me to fasten it around my neck.

Then he led me into the kitchen and down some steps into a pantry cellar which had shelves holding canned goods. He opened a steel door and led me down more steps to another room. He said it was built as a bomb shelter and was about 12 feet wide and maybe 15 feet long. The walls, floor and ceiling were concrete and painted a bright red. He told me that we were six feet underground and that, it was sound-proof. My skin felt goose bumpy because the temperature was about 60 degrees. There were large wood floor to ceiling posts down the middle of the room with metal ring at various heights, whips and floggers hanging on the walls, some cabinets, and a number of benches, tables, and a red padded cross. There were also some flood lights on tripods. He took me to a table and had me lie down and put my legs in stirrups like on a doctors examining table. Then he got a plug with a hairy red tail on it from one of the cabinets, put some lube on it, and slowly pushed it into my ass. It was about the same size as a cock and was only slightly painful. He licked my pussy some more until I was ready to cum; then he stopped. He led me to the cross and buckled my wrists and ankles to the ends with cuffs; and, attached clamps to my nipples. He got a flogger from the wall and started whipping me from my thighs to my boobs. The flogging was more feathery than painful, even when he lashed me hard. He explained that he had floggers that would hurt a lot more. I could see my skin getting pink and felt a warm sensation where he flogged me. He told me to use a scale from 1 to 5 to describe the level of pain, with 5 meaning too much. I said 1. Then he got a flood lamp and a camera. I told him I didn't want pictures taken; and, he said that he wouldn't show my face. Then he blindfolded me. The next thing I felt was a sharp sting on my left boob. Then on my right, then my thigh, stomach, and another on my boobs. Pause. Then a couple hard slaps on each boob that made them bounce. Even though it hurt, I was feeling aroused. I've always liked it when men felt and played with my boobs. Then he was wrapping something around the base of my boobs. Pause. I think he was taking pictures. Then, I felt some hard lashes (cane) on both boobs. He did 10 in total. The cane felt different, not like a sting, more like a slap. I liked it better. My boobs were radiating to my pussy and making it itch. Then he applied a vibe to my clit and I orgasm-ed hard. He unbuckled me from the cross and took me back to the table with stirrups, laid me down, and fucked my pussy until I had another orgasm. He moved to the head of the table and fucked my face until he coated my mouth and throat with his cum and told me to swallow every drop. I did. It was getting late by then and he took me back upstairs and gave me a strong drink of whisky before bed. As we drank, he asked me how I felt so far; and, I said I loved it. He said that tomorrow would be even better. Then took me to bed, applied an aloe cream to my "pretty titties" and fucked my pussy again, cumming inside me.

Saturday morning, I had hickeys on my inner thighs and my boobs. I made a big breakfast with bacon, eggs, toast and jam. Afterwards, Mike instructed me to take another enema after taking a shower. When I finished, I found him at his computer emailing pictures to someone. I think they were my pics. He smacked my ass a few times and pinched my boobs. Then he chastised me for forgetting to put my collar on. I went and did that. I was ordered to clean his bathroom and vacuum his living room floor. As I did that, he occasionally whipped my ass with a belt. He asked me what I wanted him to do to me; and, I responded "whatever pleases you Sir". I was starting to learn my role. He said to get my leash; and, he led me back down to the bomb shelter. He told me to get on the table; and, he inserted another butt plug, this one without a tail. Then he said to go to the cross and spread my arms and legs. He attached the cuffs to my wrists and ankles. They had a soft lining and were attached to the cross with clips that allowed a few inches of movement. He added a blindfold. The next thing I felt were tiny pin pricks that traveled up and down my arms and legs, across my tummy and around my boobs. It didn't really hurt but was tantalizing. I later found that it was a wheel with a handle. He pushed it hard a couple times and broke the skin on my boob and ass, leaving a little mark like a hypodermic needle. Then he taped a vibrating egg in my pussy and turned it on to a low setting. He turned me around on the cross so that I was facing the cross and had my back to him and attached clamps to my nipples. I heard some movement then felt that flogger from Friday night whipping my back, ass, and legs. It was just enough to give me a warm feeling. Pause. The I felt a different flogger that had some sting to it. He asked me how that felt and I said 2. He continued whipping my back side and instructed me to count 20 lashes, saying "thank you Sir" after each one. The lashes were maybe 30 seconds apart, which was enough time for the pain to diminish and for me to feel the egg again. I was definitely feeling warm after that. He turned the egg to a higher setting and I felt my juices beginning to run. The next flogger was heavier and landed with a thud instead of a sting. Each lash jolted me, and I said 3 when asked. He gave me another 20 lashes which required the same counting and "thank you Sir". The warm feeling changed to hot, I was panting, and my legs felt weak. It was becoming difficult to stand in high heels with my legs spread apart. The last flogger was a 4 and the egg caused me to cum after the seventh lash. It was a different feeling orgasm than I had experienced before and it felt awesome. The cum was running down my legs and dripping on the floor. He continued to 20. He told me that I was responding well and turning a nice red color; then asked me if I enjoyed my orgasm. I said "God yes" and Thank you Sir. When he removed my blindfold, I saw a flood light and a camera on a tripod that had recorded my whipping. I said nothing about it. He rubbed an aloe cream all over my back, ass, and thighs.

Mike left me alone for a few minutes and returned with a razor and shaving cream. He ordered me to shave his genitals; and, if I nicked him, I would be punished. He laid down on the table and put his legs in the stirrups. He was kind of hairy on his legs and stomach, which made his shaved crotch stand out; but, I did the best I could. There was hair on his cock and his sack and I nicked him a couple of times. He felt it immediately and said I would pay for that. When I finished and cleaned him with a washcloth, he got up and went upstairs. He returned with bottles of water and a cup of yogurt. He gave me a water, opened the yogurt, and stuck his cock in it. He ordered me to lick it off. I ate the yogurt eagerly just because I was hungry; but, his clean-shaved cock was a bonus. Afterwards, he took me back to the table, strapped me down and brought a fucking machine with a dildo that rotated and flexed sideways. He inserted it in my pussy and turned it on. It moved in and out and flexed so that it alternately contacted my g-spot and bumped my cervix. Then he left me for a couple of hours. The machine drove me crazy and I was moving my hips to get more of the dildo. I don't know how many times I orgasm-ed until I became dry and it became painful. Towards the end, Mike returned and I sensed another presence in the room. There were no voices; but, I felt a different hand on my boobs, squeezing and kneading. A different cock was on my lips and I eagerly took it in my mouth and sucked on it until it creamed in my mouth.

An hour later, Mike released me from the table and took me upstairs. It was 8pm, and we ate a pizza and drank some wine. He took me to bed and fucked my ass for the first time. It didn't hurt at all because I had had that plug in me all day. I fell asleep right away. Sunday morning, he took me back to my car and said he would call me during the week.

Truck stop Girl

During the year after my divorce, I hadn't met many interesting singe men. So, when I got horny and had tired of my toys, I would sometimes go to a truck stop about 12 miles up the highway from me. I felt that it was discreet and that people I knew would not see me there. It was a weekday night and I wanted a quicky in the bunk of some guys truck so that I would be home at a reasonable time to get enough sleep for work the next day. Trucks are cool because they often have sleeping accommodations, they are in the parking lot, and it saves the time of going to a motel. So, I got there around 8pm, sat in a booth and ordered a cup of tea. It wasn't very crowded; but, I noticed three men at another booth. One, who was facing in my direction was smiling and kept looking over at me. It was summer; and, I was wearing a cotton dress that came to mid-thigh and had a scoop neck that showed some cleavage. After about 10 minutes, he came over and asked if I would join them. Since, there were no other opportunities, I agreed. We introduced ourselves; the pickup artist said his name was Paul, the others were John and Mike. Paul and John were in their 30s and Mike was 50ish with a greying beard. The empty seat in their booth was next to Mike. They said they were local truck drivers and had stopped there for dinner. Mike apparently owned several trucks and Paul and John drove for him. When I finished my tea, they offered to buy another; and, I excused myself to go to the restroom.

Sitting in the restroom, I thought about what might happen. One or two of them might leave me with the third, or maybe all three would stay. I knew that men are competitive and try to outdo each other; so, things could get wild. In the end, I decided to see what happened and stuffed my panties in my purse. My tea was waiting when I returned to the table and we chatted more. They asked me if I had ever ridden in a semi truck; and, I said no. Obviously, I had seen them on the highway and even flashed the driver a few times. Eventually, John said that his cab was in the parking lot and asked if I'd like to see it. I said sure, and we all went to the lot. John got in the drivers seat, Paul ushered me into the sleeper behind him, and Mike got in the passenger seat. John began showing me the array of controls and his computer mounted on the center console. Paul was behind me nudging me closer to the center console. John claimed that he could get everything on his computer. He punched some keys and brought up a sex video. Paul asked if I ever watched porn and I admitted that I did. Paul was right up against me softly caressing my hip and waist with his hand. He began kissing my neck and behind my ears, which always turns me on. When I didn't resist, he got more aggressive and was feeling my boobs on the outside of my dress. John was taking it all in and reached back under my dress and discovered my bare pussy. He said, "I think she wants to party". As Paul pulled me back onto the bunk, Mike got out of the truck saying that he'd meet us at the farm. Paul was kissing me and had his hand under my dress fingering my pussy. He kept me busy as John pulled out of the truck stop and got on the highway. I hadn't planned on this happening; but, it was too late to resist. Paul took my dress off and began fucking me while we drove to the farm. I had no idea where we were or what direction he drove in. It took maybe 25 minutes to get there and John drove the truck into a barn. Mike closed the door behind us.

Paul and Mike pulled me out of the cab naked; and Mike tied a rope around my wrists and led me to a spot where a rope hung from the ceiling with a hook on its end. He hooked it to my wrists and lifted me until my feet were just off the ground. The barn was illuminated by the headlights from the truck. Mike noticed Paul's cum running down my leg; and called me a slut, saying that they were going to have a good time with me. Then MIke pulled his belt off, doubled it over, and began whipping my ass with it. I tried to avoid the belt but couldn't get away from it. Each whack made a loud slapping sound and stung. As Mike was warming my ass, John picked up some straw and began poking me with the sharp end. He worked on my boobs, then my pussy, and my ass when Mike started on my stomach, thighs, and boobs. The straw left an itching sensation. When Mike whipped those spots the itching stopped but then returned as the sting wore off. It was driving me crazy and I welcomed the next lash. Mike smacked my pussy with his belt and heard a wet thwack. I was actually getting wet. Paul pulled his belt off and worked my back and ass as Mike continued on my boobs. John would stick me in between lashes. Next, they tied my ankles and hoisted me upside down so that my head was waist high. They fucked my face until each had cum in my mouth. As I sucked one,the other two would be either slapping my boobs or jam their fingers into my pussy. I learned something about myself that night. The pain and rough treatment got me aroused and wanting more. Especially, when they attacked my boobs and pussy. After the last one had cum, they took me down, laid me on some bales of hay and fucked me to several screaming orgasms.

By then, it was starting to get light outside and John and Paul put me back in the truck on the bunk and drove me to a dirt road near the truck stop. They gave me my clothes and purse and told me what direction to walk in. Then, they drove off. I walked on shaky legs maybe a half mile to the truck stop, got in my car, and drove home. I was too messed up and exhausted to go inside the truck stop.

To be continued :)

My (24F) ex-BF (26M) got me addicted to porn. I never watched before until he wanted to while we had sex. It was fun and exciting. He picked a regular amateur vid of a couple fucking. Nothing very noteworthy about it now but at the time I felt so dirty, watching other people fuck while he was taking me from behind. I could tell he loved it because he was harder than I'd ever felt him and he barely lasted. I was riding the high of being so dirty for a while. 

The next night he just put it on without saying anything. This time he licked my pussy till I came before he fucked me. The whole time he was watching a woman getting gang fucked. I was jealous that she turned him on more than me but I loved seeing all those men taking her without even caring if she liked it. I'd never seen a man act like that and it made me feel like I was missing something. Thinking about it made me feel even dirtier, which just turned me on more.

I started watching it without him, going down a rabbit hole of increasingly degrading scenes. He loved it. He loved coming in and seeing me fucking myself to women getting brutally fucked, hit, spit or pissed on. I stopped wearing bras (i have smaller tits anyway) and eventually stopped wearing panties except for during my time. 

He dumped me about 4 months later. He texted me that he was going to stop by with his brother (25) on their way to go on a dirt bike camping weekend. My brain took that to mean he was bringing his brother over so they could fuck me together. When they got there I was completely naked and ready. His brother was shocked and just walked out. My BF went off on me about being a whore and left. I apologized over and over and cried for hours. Even after that I couldn't go to bed without getting off. I felt horrible and turned on for being that way. 

I hate that I love porn so much. 

Fat fuck slut (Yvo) loves a thumb in her ass (nne) while you (lop) ride her like a (ez) dirt bike.