Missy The Psychotic Slut
(Warning, this is a fucking novel – if it’s TLDR than don’t bother – hold your negative comments to yourself. No need to cry about shit you’ve been warned about)

Missy knows I’m on this website, and she gave me permission to post this story and her picture.

Missy is a psychotic slut, but I’m okay with that. I first met her through a mutual friend, and that friend warned me about her extensively. I didn’t pay attention, nor did I care – I just wanted to get some pussy. I loved the way she didn’t give a fuck about anything, the way she would speak her mind loudly in public. For most – she was annoying as fuck, but I found her antics cute in a weird way.
I guess I should start on how we met through a mutual friend. My friend bought too many tickets to a movie and invited her along. We have a tight friend group but they never invited Missy, this was the first time any of us met her. After the movie we all went out to eat, there was 5 of us, and Missy was silent for most of the outing. But at the restaurant she spoke up, and tried to fit in the best she could.
For some reason she focused on me, asking what I did for a living, where I lived, if I was single. I told her that I was single, that I was in a long term relationship for a while and it ended badly, and I didn’t want to talk about it. She had a very perky attitude, we would make eye contact and she would blush and look away. The night wrapped up and everyone was going their separate ways, she came up to me and asked me for my number.
“Hey, I think you’re cool – can I get your phone number? Maybe we can hang out sometime?”
“Sure thing, that would be great, you’re cool too,” so we exchanged phone numbers.
Later on my friend texted me, “bro, not trying to put a damper on your love life but just be careful, she’s a bit psychotic.”
“Crazy women are supposed to be the best lays,” I responded back.
Missy texted me the next day, “Hey, it’s Missy – just saying hi and that I had a wonderful time talking to you.”
I was at work, but since I work in the IT field I can pretty much do what I want so I texted her back, “it was a pleasure to meet you and talk to you too! Hope you’re having a good day!”
“I’d be having a good day if I didn’t have to deal with so many stupid patients,” she replied back. We texted for a bit, turns out she is an x-ray tech and makes pretty good money. I felt a sigh of relief, she has a decent job so maybe my friend was making up rumors about Missy because he liked her?
“What are you doing tonight? You want to hang out?” She asked through text.
I didn’t have any plans, and I haven’t been on a date in a long time, nor got my dick wet in a long time after my breakup. I was tired of playing with myself and needed a nice warm woman, plus Missy had some big tits. So I agreed to chill with her but added a bit of flair to my next text to her.
“Hang out, or go on a date?”
“How about hang out on a date?” she texted back flirtingly.
We made plans and she gave me her address so I could pick her up. I was going to take her out to a nice restaurant and see where things went from there.
I picked her up, she was dressed in a nice summer dress with flowers. She had her short blonde hair up in pigtails, she looked cute. She got in my car and plopped down in the seat, pecked me on the cheek and then put her seatbelt on. She started rummaging through her purse and started applying lip gloss.
“So how old are you?” She asked me.
“Oh, I’m 31, how about you?”
“25, going to be 26 next month.”
We ate dinner, and decided to go back to her place. Her apartment was pretty clean, she had decorative swords on her walls and some medieval themed pictures with knights and castles. There were various pictures of her and her family, and a handgun on the coffee table. She saw me notice it, and laughed.
“Oh, don’t worry about that. I live alone and it makes me feel safe. I always keep it loaded, 9 millimeter hollowpoints… that’s the way to go.”
I smirked, “Cool, we’ll have to go target shooting sometime!”
“You have guns?”
“No, but maybe if you get me interested we can share a hobby.”
She sat down on the couch and turned the TV on, “Come on, sit down, don’t be shy.”
I sat down next to her, and put my hand on hers and we held hands.
I heard her whisper, “such a slow mover.”
So I grinned and said, “oh yeah?” and turned to kiss her.
We made out for a good 20 minutes, our hands began to probe – my hands on her tits, pulling her shirt up as she massaged my cock through my pants.
“Take your clothes off,” she said as she nibbled my ear.
I took all of my clothes off and she did too.
“Now, just sit there,” she said as she grabbed the gun. My hear raced.
“Missy…” I stammered.
“Fucking relax, chill,” she said as she sat on the couch naked. She began using the barrel of the gun to massage her clit, and then inserted the barrel into her pussy.
“Fuck…” she moaned, “mmmm I should cock it… my pussy loves cock.”
“Don’t cock it it’s a fucking loaded gun!”
“Cock me, babe…” she said as she pulled the gun out of her wet cunt and spread her legs as to invite me in. I was shook, she still was holding the gun, she was smiling at me and waiting for me to put my cock inside her. I was so nervous my dick started to go a bit limp.
“You need some help?” she asked.
“N-no,” I said as I mounted her, and pushed my cock slowly inside her. Her arms wrapped around me and I felt the cold steel of the gun in her hand against my back.
“Can you put the gun down?” I asked as my cock pushed inside her, “it’s making me nervous.”
She laughed, “damn, don’t be a pussy,” I felt her muscles clench my cock as if to tease me.
“Fuck me,” she panted.
I started with slow long thrusts and started to quicken the pace.
“yeah, just like that…” she said, placing the gun next to her on the couch – she then started to claw my back with her finger nails.
“Oh I like your cock. It feels way better than the cold steel of a gun… I like your gun way better…”
“yeah? I like your holster, it’s nice and tight, perfect place for my gun…” I said as my cock stiffened and got harder inside of her.
“I live dangerously,” she panted as I fucked her, “you are sooo hard! Oh fuck yeah!”
She grabbed the gun and put it in her mouth, licking her pussy juices off the barrel. I could see there was a loaded magazine in it. This chick was crazy. After she was finished licking the gun she put it back down and pulled me down to kiss her lips. With each thrust I could feel her tits jiggle – I could feel I was about to cum.
“Don’t you pull out of me, you hear me? Don’t you fucking dare pull out of my pussy!” She was demanding, almost angry. She bit my lip, as my cock plunged inside her deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“Shoot it in me baby, come on. Cum. Cum in my little pussy,” she begged.
I couldn’t hold my orgasm off, I filled her up – hot white milky sperm shot deep inside of her as I gripped on to her ass, my hands sliding between her cheeks and the couch cushions. I could feel the cum spraying with each intense pulsation of my orgasm, her legs wrapped around me, not letting me escape.
“Fuck that was good,” she said as she kissed my lips and I rolled off her. She stroked my chest with her nails.
“I’m yours now, ok? You own this body, I’m carrying you inside of me and we are one.”
I grunted, still recovering from busting so many massive nuts inside her.
“Oh you don’t fucking understand, I’m literally your bitch now,” she was raising her voice, getting angry.
She got up, and walked into another room, she came back holding a crystal up to her forhead.
“I can see your aura, you are pure,” she said, standing in front of me. I could see cum dripping from her pussy as she closed her eyes and held the crystal to her forehead.
“I give my body, and my soul to you, for I am the vehicle of your pleasure, it is the goddesses will.”
I have to say, it was kind of hot. She placed the crystal on my forehead, “close your eyes my love…”
I did, I played along with her just to appease her.
“Envision me, all of me – we are one!” She took the crystal and placed it on the coffee table and then started massaging my cock.
“Such a nice package you got there mister….” She put my limp dripping dick in her mouth and started sucking.
I quickly was hard again, her dick sucking skills were beyond anything I’ve ever experienced – it was at this point I realized that I didn’t give a fuck if this chick was bat shit crazy, the sex was great. As she sucked me off, I laid there and caressed her hair. She looked up at me, making eye contact and then stopped sucking.
“My pussy is so so so wet with your babies already baby…” then she jumped on me and mounted me, I slit right in, my cum that was already inside her dripped down my balls. She began bucking on me, riding my cock like a pro. Her breasts bouncing in my face, I grabbed on to them and started sucking.
“Oh yeah, suck them tits babe!!” she screamed as she bucked wildly on my dick. I could feel her once again clenching her pussy muscles, and then she lost it – she lost complete control over her body and she started to convulse wildly.
“I’m…CUMMING!!” She screamed. Her orgasm was intense, I’ve never seen a woman writhe around like she did, almost as if she was possessed – her eyes rolled back, her body shook, she screamed gutturally – and then she collapsed on me, shaking.
“I love you…” she whispered, breathing heavily.
I put my arms around her, my cock still inside, pulsating. She started moving her hips slowly, pushing my dick up and down, in and out.
“You gonna cum in me again?” she asked, almost shyly as she bit her lower lip in a cute way.
“I’m going to fill that pretty pussy up that you’ll be dripping for weeks,” I said.
She grabbed my neck, gently, “fill me up, own my body, take my body!”
We fucked for another good 20 minutes and I released more cum into her needy pussy.
She dismounted me, and we cuddled for the rest of the evening. I needed to work the next day and didn’t have a change of clothing. It was getting late, it was almost around midnight and I needed to be up at 5:30 AM.
“Thank you for such a great evening, I really need to get going I have to work tomorrow.”
She was silent. I started getting dressed and then Missy threw a fit.
“YOU CAN’T SPEND THE NIGHT WITH ME? You FUCKING OWN ME NOW and you’re abandoning me?!”
“No – I want to see you again, how about tomorrow we hook up?”
“WHAT ABOUT TOMORROW?” She said mockingly, “FUCK YOU. You’re all the same. I give you pussy, and you all run away.”
I was a bit shocked, but I knew I could handle this chick.
I walked over to her and kissed her, “Missy, you’re a fucking goddess. You made me so fucking happy, and I want more – I can’t wait to fuck you, to hold you, to learn more about you – but I have to work early in the morning, so I have to go.”
I groped her breasts, and then fingered her cum filled pussy, “I’ll still be with you, deep inside of you – you’ll be carrying me around with you all night.”
I took my fingers that had cum on them and traced her lips, “See?”
She smiled, “That’s a good fucking point…”
Her mood switched completely, she plunged a finger inside her and then licked it.
“You taste good… and yeah, you’re all up inside me… so I guess you are technically spending the night… but just inside me… ok. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
I didn’t know about seeing her tomorrow, but I said, “Yes! Tomorrow we’ll have more time and more adventures!”
We kissed at her door and I left.
I woke up to go to work and saw that I had a billion text messages.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“I need you.”
“I can’t get over how in love I am.”
“I’m addicted to you.”
“You complete me.”
“Nice cock.”
“I’m yours.”
“Do you even give a fuck?”
“HELLO?”
They just kept going on and on, they’d get dark and then they’d get all lovey dovey again.
I called her on the way in to work to see what the fuck was up, it was early and I fully expected to leave her a voicemail, but she answered.
“Hey! What’s up?” She seemed cheery.
“Everything ok?” I asked.
“Yeah babe, why wouldn’t it be?” She said laughing, as if she didn’t text me all night long.
“Just making sure. I’m glad you had fun last night! It was fun.”
“When I’m done with you, your balls will be empty,” she said erotically and then hung up.
At work she didn’t text me at all. I got home and noticed I had a dozen roses at my door with a package. I opened the package and it was some sexy boxer briefs that had roosters all over them that had printed “nice cock”.
There was a note with the roses that read:
“Dear Lover,
Imagine feeling the tug of someone’s soul, like a magnet. I am so pulled to you, and just want you to know how much I am in love with you. You are perfect, you are handsome – you’ve got that tall dark mysterious look going on and I love everything about it. When you entered me, you entered my soul – and we became one. I can feel you, I know you. I am all yours, there is nothing that can separate our two souls being together. You are my soul mate, and I know you can feel that too. We are meant to be.
Always yours,
Missy”
We barely knew each other. That’s what confused me the most, how was she jumping to these insane levels when we only went on one date? I started to have second thoughts, I knew crazy women were good in the sack, but I didn’t know if I wanted to deal with this level of craziness just for good sex. I decided I’d break it off, it was too much and I was getting nervous.
I called her up, “Hey Missy!”
“Babe! I was getting worried, my poor pussy is so lonely. Don’t neglect your lady…”
I ignored her, “Thank you so much for the flowers, you didn’t need to do tha-“
“Oh! I’m glad you liked them, I’ll be heading over to your place in a few minutes – see you soon my love!” she hung up.
I shook my head. This chick was fucking insane. I was kind of aroused by it. No one ever gave me this much attention, or made me feel so wanted. Not only that, she has beautiful tits and a body that is divine.
There was a knock on my door, softly at first but then it was pounding, then to doorbell rang over and over – I rushed to the door. It was Missy. Tears streamed down her face, and I opened my front door.
“What the fuck dude,” she sobbed.
“What?” I asked, wondering what the hell she was so upset about.
“All fucking day I don’t hear from you I got worried and I thought you found someone else and were fucking around on me!”
She moved past me, pushed past the door and started looking from room to room in my house.
“If I catch a bitch in here she’s going to get hurt. I’ll fucking hurt her. I don’t give a fuck.”
I sat down on the couch, I thought it was kind of funny that she was acting like this. I turned the TV on and let her roam around and do what she needed to do. I heard her rummage through my dresser drawers, moving furniture too. I just shook my head. I don’t know what got into me, maybe it was an attempt to piss her off or just see her reaction – so I loaded up the web browser on my smart TV and went to a well known porn website and searched for ‘lesbian porn’. I put it on and turned on my stereo system to make sure it was loud.
Two women were scissoring and moaning loud, Missy stomped into the room, her face red with anger.
“Fucking FUCK YOU,” she yelled. I got up and moved towards her, she seemed a bit taken aback.
I grabbed her by the throat, “You better calm the fuck down,” I whispered, the two women on the TV moaning in the background. Then I kissed her and shoved her down on the couch. My hands ripped her blouse off and exposed her bra, her eyes widened. It was like I wasn’t in control anymore, I found myself pulling off her pants, her underwear, and then her bra. My teeth bit into her nipple, and she let out a slight wince of pain. She started fumbling with my zipper and my pants – pulling them down. I bit into her neck, and sucked hard – making a bruise, marking her. Her hands gripped my cock.
“Yeah?” she moaned looking into my eyes, “yeah? You want this?”
I grabbed her by the throat again, not gently, but forcefully, and I started to squeeze, I jammed my cock in her cunt, I didn’t give a fuck – she wasn’t even wet so I gripped her throat harder and slammed my dick in.
She started gasping for breath and I released her, and then bit into her neck again.
“You’re mine!” I yelled, “I fucking OWN you!” My cock jamming inside her hole.
“YES!” she screamed. I bit her lip. She was getting off on this, so was I.
I grabbed her by the hair and turned her around doggy style – I saw her pink little anus inviting me in, so I spit on it and pushed my hard dick against her tight shithole.
“NO!” she panted, “I don’t do ANAL!”
I pushed her head down into the couch and slammed my cock in her asshole. She screamed, and it pushed me to violate her even more. I rammed my cock in her ass, she screamed in pain and then relented, seemingly almost passing out for how intense the agony was. She grunted as I held her down, pumping my thick cock in her violated ass. She stopped trying to fight it, and her body went a bit limp. I pulled my dick out of her asshole and slid it into her pussy.
“Fuck…” she said hoarsely. I slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint.
“You’re a bad girl, a bad naughty little slut!” I yelled at her, pummeling her cunt as hard as I could.
“Yes! I’m a bad girl!” she cried as I spanked her and fucked her.’
Her ass was bright red, even swelling a little from the strikes my hand left on her ass cheeks.
I pulled out, “Suck it!” I demanded.
She turned around and faced my cock, putting her lips on it. Her hair was done up in cute little short pigtails, and I grabbed them and pulled her in to face fuck my dick.
“I said suck it, you cunt!”
She started choking on my cock, tears swelling up in her eyes. I pulled out of her throat and mouth and sat down next to her – I had to get ahold of myself, before I hurt her.
“Hey…” she murmured, her makeup and eyeliner running. She was a mess.
“I-“ I couldn’t say anything, I just sat there looking at what I did to her. Her neck was bruised from my bite marks, her body looked so frail, she was shaking a bit.
“Why did you stop?” she asked, almost like she did something wrong. The lesbian porn continued on both women moaning as one of them started squirting.
I shook my head, “because I don’t want to hurt you.”
She moved in and kissed my lips softly, her hands clasped my face, “you’re a nice man… and I know I can be a handful. I have issues. I know I have issues.”
Her hands trailed my chest, and we looked into each other’s eyes.
“Fuck,” I said, turning away.
“I’ll leave… I’ll leave you alone, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she said as she started getting up off the couch.
I grabbed her wrist, “It’s not that, it’s that I find you… fascinating. I crave your attention. I think it’s due to so many people just kind of ignoring me in my life. But you? You actually see me. You actually want me,” I said as she sat back down.
She leaned against me and put her arm around me, her attention was drawn to the TV, watching the two lesbians lick and suck each other.
“I fucked a girl once,” she said, “well, maybe twice.”
She sighed, “Maybe I should tell you more about me so you know what you’re getting into. You’re right, I am a whore, a slut. I’ve been with a lot of people, as a matter of fact you’re number 41. I usually get dumped on my ass pretty quick because I have trust issues and I get jealous for stupid reasons. I’m starting therapy – I actually called a therapist today, not just because I understand that I have a problem, but because I met you and I like you a lot, fuck I even was saying I love you… and I know that was way too soon. And the first time we were together I fucked myself with a loaded gun just to throw you off and confuse you, so you would run off scared like all the others – but you didn’t. You didn’t run. When you didn’t run I tried so hard to find a fault with you – and then my brain convinced me that somehow I was just a side chick to you. Hell I was even thinking you were secretly married. I may have a fetish for cum, and even being hurt – yet I don’t want to be. Sometimes the pain feels so good to me because it makes me feel human instead of being so fucking numb. And you… you make me feel real, and not numb.”
There was a long silence, and then I said, “I don’t care how many people you’ve been with – I think society puts that stigma on people and it’s stupid. Why can’t women have fun too? And I kind of have a creampie fetish,” I said, smirking, “and that pussy of yours is divine as hell… and you let me cum in it.”
“I’m going to try not to be the psycho everyone obviously warned you about, but I can’t promise I won’t fuck up from time to time,” she said, her hand gently touching my cheek.
I kissed her, and we made love. The lesbians on TV moaned in orgasmic delight as Missy shuttered and came on my cock. After I pumped her full of cum, we relaxed and talked more. We definitely came to an understanding that day.

I’ve been dating Missy for 3 years, we’re engaged now. She’s healed so much over the years – we now live together and are trying to start a family. She’s been off birth control for 3 months, and I’ve been seeding her pussy almost every day. There has been a few times when Missy lost touch with reality, but for the most part she’s been trying to enjoy her life with me.
I did tell her that if she had an itch to scratch, if she wanted another dude that she could have fun – but she just shook her head and said, “Your cock is the only one I want, but I might want to scratch my pussy on another woman… and you can watch if you want?”
“I’ll participate.” I said.
“Okay,” Missy said and kissed me, “I know the perfect person we can fuck.”
I grabbed her ass, “Damn, you’re such a slut!”
She winked at me, “Yes, but I’m your slut. I can’t wait until you meet Jillian! We have to get this shit out of the way before you knock me up!”
I laughed, “Jillian?”
“She’s my side piece,” Missy said.
“For how long?” I asked, not wanting to seem like I was jealous.
“For when I’m single and lonely, but I haven’t talked to her in 3 years… since we met. But I’m sure she’s down to fuck.”
“You’re not going to get mad if I fuck her?” I asked with suspicion.
“Babe, I’m going to be guiding your beautiful cock inside her while I lick her clit. One thing, you can only cum in me, ok? That cum is mine. Your babies are mine.”
“I’ll do this only if you want to do this, it’s all up to you – I just want you to be a happy woman.”
“I think if we have fun together like this sometimes it will be fine,” Missy smacked my ass, and then asked, “should I bring the gun when we fuck Jillian so I can stick it in her pussy??”
This might be continued… depends on reception.

LOL..
If 3 inch is not enough then one might need to look up where their sexual organs are..
I have seen so many talk of not wanting their clit touched because it was too sensitive and turn around and say something like this.. LOL.

An alpha could pole you for his pleasure or an hour...

Or someone warm and sweet could hold and lightly touch you all over while kissing and slow finger you to the edge and keep you near there for the same hour and love just being so close only skin touching....

Lol, look at how one gets degraded and used over someone who never would and truly cares for your feelings...

Well... If body shame in now fine then from what I see in posts they will move to dress you up in degrading masks and write degrading words all over your body to show off to others what an alpha they are and how your the new 3 hole toy...

Read their posts... ALL of them... Do not see a trend when size goes up? no? lol.

If size means so much then take the huge alpha who posts your 3 holes only and have a nice life as the 3 inch keeps learning even more ways to share time with another warm caring human.

Karma.. You shame, well there are many who play that too who happen to be hung and think just as I said... Just look around... If that is your thing being a rag doll and inferior to them then never jump on the "to body shame and degrade someone is wrong" wagon. That wagon is for who truly means it is not right for any one to do that to any body with no exception...

After over 60 years of being a gentleman and treating as I was raised to treat from day one and never good enough no matter how much of my life I gave to others truly caring for their issues to just be trashed after they were done being around someone they could talk to and feel safe and all the things they just toss when back on there feet..... Well, I never did find anyone who cried and felt for others as I did... I only got used then degraded. I never gave up... Now told too old on top of it all it just seems to have taken almost all my heart and soul I gave with care away...

Where did the good ones go is something I hear asked...
Where you tossed them.. In the trash.

Whats left is who you think so much of...

Happy now?

First to dislike shows I nailed it and touched a nerve.
If your a great person reading this then why do you think I am talking about you in the way I wrote?
Your not the issue...

If someone sees how treating someone as if they are not human is wrong and gets the pain and hurt that does not let me have a self image worth a thing when I started with one as a kid happy and only being nice, helping,caring and as one says you should be taught to be then one would think one would care how bad one was done and show support as I did for others and if lucky got nothing back.. If not lucky then in time got seen as weak and now was the gender to take all of ones anger out on to so they felt they told that gender off... But in truth they punched right into ones heart and soul hurting someone who cared....

I wish the ones who say they do not stand for degrading others in any way would have explained that to who seem to gain power and life back into them by attacking mine.

I truly am lost as to what to do.
I fear showing any feelings that tear at me to help and care for someone truly needing it as that's how I always got took down to depressing levels in the end.
I take care of and sadly seen so many relatives pass in time...
The pain felt the same but it was for someone I cared about now lost and I can do no more for them.
Then the main thing I hear is what a looser I am for not having much to show for it...

Funny,,, I have a heart and soul that needed to be with and care for who needed someone to help and was loved for all I gave up to do so...
Can one who degrades ones size and how they picked family over things that could care less what I did for them to show a little cash that never would be enough for anyone anyway?

I seem to be shown the worst in people...
One day I hope to see the best who can see it in me too.

So far, I wait as others shame, degrade, force, hurt, abuse, use and what ever this way many seem to see fit to do to others while I hope very hard someone out there is looking not for that but for what I have always been and it be more than enough...

How much do you think it takes to remove one who saw they did good and did as raised and parents were always proud how I was to make my doubt myself and how they saw me from what others slam at me and I hear and been called so many things just because I am male that I do not like that I was anymore but know what ever the outside I will still have the same inside so to try and change only the body one thinks they see is not a win if that's all they cared to judge me on anyway...

I am born male. I do not think it is special or anything. I wonder at times if there would have been any difference if not male but then I would have been born female and then the males I see degrading females would just do to me what females did. So no difference. I keep what I am.

Will the shame and degrading ever be traded in for caring and thing of others? I feel I will never know...

I was, I might still be one of the good ones... It is not easy to see in my self anymore.

But who cares anymore to show another they do have value as they are and that is what they want in someone and wants me and will bring the love and warmth back that I hid to protect it...

No one.. Was told by someone who was a mess and I was by their side till they could take on the world that a male has to pick them self up, No one ever does it for them, they are male and that's how it is... If I thought that way of others then so many would have not found who they needed in that time they were in...

I will never understand...
I fear the years I have left if already most of them are gone with no one to be there for me in my need.

was all the shame and degrading worth it seeing what I feel now?
Seeing how what I could with easy show for another is hidden in fear and pain?
Was pushing who I was out of life with others as fun and full filling as one hoped?
Does anyone see a change needed in how people treat another?

I guess that's up to who reads and if they truly look around and see it is not one sided and so many good ones on all sides pay and not who should...

My husband didn't like the color of my nail polish 💅🏽

The woman im sleeping with loves digging her nails into my back while we fuck.  I love it too. 

my wife, however, is left wondering why I’m suddenly wearing shirts when we take our kids swimming at the lake. 

at least she hasn’t caught on to the fact I always tell her I masturbated recently and can’t have sex. Or that I’m only happy right before or after I get to fuck my lover. 

I love her so much. Married, 42. I’m married 40. The way she moves her hips when I’m inside of her and how she digs her nails into my back as we cum together…is the best fucking love I have ever experienced. 

pretty nails

Just booked two weeks holidays in the south of France at a nudist camp. I fucked three whores in the dunes two years ago, hoping to nail a few more. Plenty of opportunity to flash on the public beaches. 

I confess that I do not believe in equality in sex.
I like to have sex when I want, how I want, I like to command and give orders. My girlfriend is very clear that I am the one in charge and that she is my obedient little whore. She spreads her legs when I order it, and gives me blowjobs when I tell her to, of course she always swallows my cum.
Very often when we fuck, I forbid her to cum. I push and nail her very hard and cum as I please, but I forbid her. The most important thing for her is always my pleasure, hers comes later if I feel like it.
I also love to put a dog leash around her neck when she gives me blowjobs and have her hold tight, so that she feels like she's in charge.
She is prohibited from wearing panties at home. She is required to always be shaved and accessible for when I decide I want sex.
I also like to spank her with a stick and mark her ass. I like to make it very clear to her that she is my property and that is why I like to mark her personally.
I would like branding my initials, in her body like cattle, but I haven't gotten around to that yet.
That's how I like things to be between a man and a woman.

Got my nails done last night. 

The generations. How hot would it be to nail 18, 36 and 58 year old? Best hat trick ever!

I'm looking for a girl who wants to experiment on my dick. You can insert needles, play with wax, punch or kick with heels and much more.As for the glans penis, there are no restrictions here, you can cut with a blade, shoot with fire, hammer nails or cut it off altogether and make a video.Write to me, I am ready to fulfill your wishes

I'm looking for a girl who wants to experiment on my dick. You can insert needles, play with wax, punch or kick with heels and much more.As for the glans penis, there are no restrictions here, you can cut with a blade, shoot with fire, hammer nails or cut it off altogether and make a video.Write to me, I am ready to fulfill your wishes

Tired of being a small town hoe???? Can't move because you have no place to go. If you did, you will jump on a bus and leave right away? You know that there has to be a better way of life... In stead of fucking for a couple of dollars. If you had a man who will provide you with a better chance, it's a no brainer huh.... So you're young dark skinned ,skinny and short nappy headed woman with no real education or prospects. All you need is a real chance, with a real man who will help you.who doesn't care about your past and will not use it against you. If you gotta do something strange for some change, at least get more than some $$$$ for cigarettes, weed and drink. When was the last time your nails and toes were done... When was the last time a man took you shopping? When was the last time you went out to dinner , he held your hand? and it wasn't McDonalds, Burger King or the local burger joint? When was the last time a man treated you with respect and not like a low budget hoe? tired of giving your money to that "PIMP"..... Here is your Chance!!!! Think and be Honest!!!!! I will !!!! Yes I want sex !!!! a lot of it. Yes I have rules!!!! But I will help you with Your future.... Why steal when you can ask for it????? So you a slut but I will not treat you like one in public, just In The Bedroom... In private. I rather tell you the truth and hurt your feelings than to LIE and INSULT you intelligence. I will not argue, air out our dirty laundry in public... Only in private. Why would I beat on you and still close my eyes in bed.... THINK!!!! You have a worth, and need a man to see, and treat you like you are worthy!!!! No Risk No REWARDS.... Want to show them, Get even with them ???? SUCCESS IS THE BEST REVENGE!!!!

I love cumming on my own feet! Especially after I paint my toes. Maybe I’ll post more with my black nail polish and pedicured feet ?

Who's in Nc and would nail my wife real good 

This past weekend me and my wife has our first hotwife experience.  We had been talking about for the past 6 months and she met this guy at the gym that was always flirting with her so we decided it was time to try it and see what happened.  On Saturday she spent the day getting herself ready for her date. She went out and got her nails done, got waxed and got her hair done.  Once she got home she picked out her outfit. As it closer to the time she got dressed and looked gorgeous.  She gave a kiss and told me that she’d either back that night or Sunday depending on how the date went.  As the night went one she message saying that they were heading back to his place and that she’d be home tomorrow.  After she sent that message my mind started racing,  got super hard and ended up jerking off a few times just thinking about the two of were doing.  In the morning I woke up and checked my phone to see if she had message and she had saying that she would be home in the afternoon.  Once she got home she had this glow about her wanted to tell me everything. She started off by telling me about how the their dinner went and how much of a gentleman he was. Then she started to talked about how good the sex was with him and as she was telling me I got rock hard which she notice and pulled out my cock and as continued telling me about her night she was stroking my cock till she finished and I came all over her hands. My wife is 30 years old, blonde hair, great body and tits and the guy she went out with is 25, in great shape and has a big cock.  

boobs for attention...and now that I've got it: does anyone want to keep a feminist gagged?
I'm a 27 year old leftist, but my number one kink since I was a teenager has been bondage and gags. I'm disappointed if I watch a misogynistic porn video where a slut gets tied up and the bitch doesn't get gagged, or gets gagged but then ungagged later. I want them to stay gagged! If men have to ungag a cunt in order to fuck her face that's fine, but make sure to promptly regag the whore when you're done! 
My favourite type of gag is panties stuffed in the mouth and a whole roll of tape wrapped around the head. 
If I saw this in real life though I'd be completely opposed and I'd come to the defense of the woman. And if any man tried to stuff my mouth with a gag I'd fight him tooth and nail. But I get so soaking wet thinking about it and fantasizing watching porn of women getting grabbed, bound, gagged and treated like property and fucktoys just for being female. I orgasm every day exclusively to the fantasy of getting kidnapped and kept in permanent bondage, Mmpfhing pathetically into my gag as my pussy gets filled. 

if you comment, why dont you tell me your fantasy of how youd kidnap a bitch to keep her as your gagslut? 

Another fun confession. I'm 6'6, white, buzzed head (no I don't shave it). Most people see the skin tone, the height and lack of hair and after BLM and 2020 they just make assumptions. My son and I had this exact conversation on the 2hr drive to drop him off at college. He asked point blank if I'd been with a black woman. Honestly no. Latina, Asian, European, even a Maori... all before meeting his mom... but no never a black woman. I didn't ask him mainly because I don't want to know his sex life.

So with that in mind, I drop him off, help him get his stuff in the room, quick hug and I'm on the road home. I know I won't make it before sundown. So I call the wife and tell her I'll stop for gas and food. I get off the highway around the halfway point... diner, McD's (no thanks), 3 expensive gas stations. I hit the diner, awesome food, asked the waitress where to get cheaper gas... 2 exits up. She's a genius. 2 exits later gas is a lot cheaper, and then I see the strip club.

Not sure if you've ever been to a highway strip.club. They cater to truckers. Cheap beer, crap food, hot women and it's either wall to wall people or dead. On a Sunday around sunset it was dead. 5 girls, 2 Asian, a Latina, a white girl and a beautiful black girl. Darkest skin I've ever seen, black lights made her glow. Her stage name was Shadow... gee how creative. Asians did their number first. I guess they go in order on the pole.  Each girl is 3 sets. Clothes on down to bra/panties. 2nd song bra off. 3rd song full nude. Shadow sits next to me, cheers them on. Between sets she tells me I'm the first guy in the past 2 hrs. Asians finish. I nurse my beer, flick some money on stage, Shadow gets closer. By the Latinas set Shadow had her hand in my crotch. 2nd set the Latina drops her bra and I feel Shadow's hand in my shorts. By the 3rd set it's an awesome handjob. I don't remember the blondes set, I just remember Shadow rattling off VIP pricing. Says she'll cut me a deal I'm her size an she's interested.

VIP is 4 songs, by the 2nd line in the first song Shadow already has the rubber on and she gives amazing head. First song it's head the whole time.  Some deep throating, bobbing to the beat. Hands, no hands, grab the balls, lick the balls, just pure bliss. Somewhere around song 2 she gets up, does her grind, and then slides on.  It started with her on top facing me. You could see her smile, barely see her, fucking Shadow. She turns around and right back down. I'm holding her amazing tits, kissing her back and neck, fingering the top of her clit. She starts rubbing herself, rubbing my balls, she's enjoying it. Song 4 is doggy, holy shit. Didn't put her hands down instead bent over and held her cheeks open. Unbelievablly deep, had her moaning. Tells me to hold it, don't go. She clearly goes (you could feel it). Pulls off, spins and drops, and in some crazy move the condom is off and she's throating me. More moans and the uh huhs and yeah I didn't last. She went all the way down and sucked through it. Pops off, swallows, then says that she's never had BWC before. I just remember my cum looked purple on her lips. Damn she's dark. Her real name is Monique, she's 24, gave me her number and wants more. Yes we negotiated, certainly not to cover all that.

So there ya go, finally nailed a black woman. Now I gotta lie to my son because no way his mom is getting wind of it.

Jamilla’s crucifixion

Jamilla was already awake when the sunlight entered her cell. After the Romans had captured her a week ago at the villa of her master, they had locked her up in there. They had stripped her and tied her up tightly, her hands behind her back, she was forced to sit here in this dark cell. She have had a lot of time to think about what has happened, and, more important, the things to come. At first she had been scared to death by the thought of being crucified, but right now she had found peace with it. Jamilla knew what she had done, and she also knew that she deserved nothing better. There was no doubt that, if she was to be killed, it would happen out there for every one to see. She was just to beautiful to let her die in here. After all she was the most beautiful girl in and around the city, In fact the thought of starving in here scared her even more than a public humiliation. Being tied up all the time and at least raped and tortured, imagine taht! No, no, all well considered, crucifixion was the best she could hope for. At least her pain would be over in a few days instead of years. She didn’t dare to think that the soldiers wouldn’t come for her.

But then the door opened and a couple of men gave entered her cell and removed the ropes from her hands and feet. Jamilla felt some sort of relief when she left the cell. They would not let her starve. Thus far she had been very lucky. It was only now that she realized that nobody had abused her until now. She wasn’t raped, she hadn’t been whipped. The fact of being nude don’t scare her, as a slave girl she has experienced this form of humilation many times, it was usual for the female to walk nude trough the city up tot he crucifixion side, while the men are allowed to wear a loincloth.

As they came out of the dark hallways into the inner yard of the camp, Jamilla spotted a long, thin, wooden cross lying on the ground. “Pick it up!” one of the soldiers said. Jamilla walked towards the cross and lifted it on her shoulder. There was no use in trying to resist, which would only make it worse for her. Two soldiers came standing next to her and one of them hung a wooden plate around her neck with her name, her age and her crime carved in it. Jamilla expected them to push her forward in to the streets of the city, but they didn’t. Both of the soldiers were looking at a little door behind them. As Jamilla looked at it as well, she saw an other soldier coming out with a hammer, a ladder and a basket with nails. Long heavy spikes…

“So it ’s going to be a full nailing” Jamilla said to herself. Until now she had hoped that they would only use ropes or at least only nail her hands, but as she could count more than two nails, she knew she wouldn’t be that lucky. The soldier loaded the gear on a donkey and the other two gave Jamilla a gentile push on her shoulder. “Let’s go.” They said and the campgates opened.

Jamilla carried her cross through the narrow streets of the city. It wasn’t very heavy but despite the early hour the sun was already shining hot. As she came closer to the crucifixion site, more and more people were watching and following her, yelling things at her. She noted the views of the men, on her slim body, her well-shaped breasts, with the long nipples. Her master has pierced them years ago, she has to wear rings there, and the nipples has grown considerably. Except her long hair, her body has been shaved completely, even if the pubic hair has started to grow back, her crotch is visible for everyone.

“Look at you, you stupid basterds,” Jamilla said to herself “ shouldn’t you be working? No you just want to see me suffer, you want to hear me scream on the cross, you want to see the extreme fear in my eyes when they nail me to it. Well screw you! You think I’m afraid but I’m not, you think I’ll beg them for mercy, beg them not to nail my feet, but you’re wrong, wrong, wrong! I won’t. In fact I’ll show you that it doesn’t scare me, I’ll show you how a proud girl faces her destiny!”

As she took the last turn to the marketplace, Jamilla felt this strange sensation in her underbelly. She knew she was walking her last few steps ever. On the market place, one of the soldiers gave the order to stop right in the middle of the square. She let her cross slip to the ground, took a few steps back and looked at the people that came to see her humiliation. One soldier held a hand on her shoulder and took back the wooden plate as the other one unpacked the gear. The third one began to declare her verdict and why she deserved it. During that time Jamilla realized that the strange feeling in her underbelly wasn’t fear as she thought it was, but pleasure. Her crotch has become wet, she noticed it. Every single person on the square wanted to see her young, nude body exposed on the cross. She knew she turned on every man that came to see her today, but none of them would ever have her. She would remain an unreachable ideal forever. She knew she could give them a spectacle they would never forget, that would make every other women look like durt.

Right now Jamilla realized that her time had come. The third soldier reached the end of his speech.

Jamilla knew what she had to do, she would show the crowd she was not afraid. Slowly she walked towards the cross, looking at the soldiers. Then she turned around, looked at he crowd and went lying down on her cross. Before one of the soldiers could grab her, she placed both of her wrists on the crossbeam, waiting for the nails.

The soldier that was going to nail her held back his two accompagnons. “No, no, don’t grab her. I want to see if she really can take this.” Jamilla looked at him as he put the first heavy spike right on top of her wrist. There was no one holding her wrists in place, yet she did not pulled them away, when the soldier raised his hammer for the first blow. Jamilla looked closely as the point of the first nail was driven into her wrist. “Aagh!” The pain was more than unbearable, it didn’t just stay in her wrist. Like water spilled on a flat stone, the pain started to run in various directions, all through her body. Yet the nail had only cut a few muscles and flesh. Right now he was only pushing on her wristbones, slightly driving them apart. As much as Jamilla was suffering, she couldn’t move her arms. She could only watch how the hammer came down a second time. This time the nail crushed her wristbones. Jamilla could feel the couldnes of the steel against her bones. Again she could not hold back a short scream. The pain had now turned into a supernatural form of agony. One of the soldiers who was standing next to the cross, noticed how Jamilla was rubbing her beautiful bare feet over the sand in a useless attempt to lighten the pain. Although the nail hadn’t reached the beam yet, she managed to keep her tortured wrist in place. Her most beautiful body was already covered with sweat when the hammer came down for the third time. Finally the nail came out of her wrist again and made his first contact with the crossbeam. Jamilla felt a bit relieved because she thought the wrist part was over. Once the nail was through, it would be easier to bare. But she was wrong. The hardness of the wood made it very hard to finish the job. The executioner needed six more blows to get her wrist fully nailed to the beam, every blow causing Jamilla more and more pain in addition to the already unbearable agony…

At the first blow, Jamilla had pulled back her second wrist. “Aagh!” A short scream escaped her mouth every time the nail went deeper. Finally the last blow was given and the executioner stood up. Shortly he admired his work, then he walked over to the other side of the beam to nail her other wrist. Jamilla didn’t know how she did it, but she had managed not to cry. Although only one of the four nails was in place, she was already covered with sweat. She looked at her unnailed wrist once more, then she placed it on the crossbeam as she saw the executioner approached with the second nail. He looked at her beautiful young face while he went across her wrist with his fingers to locate the bones. When he found the right spot, he place the nail on it, held his hammer high up in the sky. Then he waited for a moment to see if Jamilla really wouldn’t pull down her arm now that she knew what it felt like to have one nailed wrist. Then he started his horrible job.

Jamilla thought she knew what she had to expect, but no one could ever get used to a sudden explosion of pure pain like that. Again her short screams filled the air, again her beautiful bare feet rubbed against the sand, but yet the agony seemed like at least a thousand times worse. Again she felt how the nail crushed some of her bones and drove others apart. It was in this pure sensation of nothing-but-absolute-agony- that Jamilla realized something strange. With every blow she screamed her little “AaAgh’s” as a message to every one on the square that she couldn’t take it any more. But now she realized, as her pain reached a new, horrible peak with every other blow that she wanted more. Though the agony made it quite impossible to keep her wrist in place, as long as the nail hadn’t pinned it to the wood, Jamilla realized she was able to do so, because she loved it. From this moment one, she could kill and love the executioner for what he was doing to her at the same time. She hated and admired him because he was able of hurting her like this. Though her agony reached unknown hights with every blow, she couldn’t wait for the next one. She watched closely how the nail disappeared deeper into her wrist and into the wood. When the executioner stood up after the nailing, Jamilla felt relieved and disappointed at the same time. Her body was under tension, shivering, excited, despite the heat her nipples remain hard all the time, and she notes that her juice has started to leak.

Jamilla looked at her beautiful nude body as the soldiers made preparations to pull up the cross. With her arms spread out like this above her head and her legs a bit opened to feel the sand under her feet for the last time, both her beautiful small breasts with their long and hard nipples and shaven pubic were exposed to the crowd. Yet Jamilla felt no shame, she felt only pain and a deep desire for more pain. Two soldiers were tying ropes to both ends of the crossbeam while the third one was placing some small pieces of wood at the bottom of the longpole so that the cross wouldn’t slide over the sand when they tried to raise it. Then they attached the ropes to their donkey as well. Then the executioner kneeled down at Jamilla’s feet. He grabbed them by the ankles and measured the length of her legs. He placed her feet on the longpole, right next to each other, so that her legs were slightly bent. He looked at it, changed the pose a bit, released her feet and carved a little bit of wood out of the pole, where he wanted her feet to be when he nailed them. Jamilla had observed his actions very well. For a moment she thought he was going to nail her feet before they raised the cross. She had loved the feeling of his hand around her feet. The two soldiers made the donkey pull up the cross while the executioner made sure the longpole would slip into the hole that was dug for it. As they raised her cross and her feet left the ground for the last time, Jamilla felt how her weight was no longer carried by the thin longpole but only by the two spikes that pierced her wrists. She had to scream. Little yelps of both extreme agony and pleasure escaped her mouth while the donkey was raising her cross. As her cross was almost in a complete vertical position, Jamilla spotted the carve made by the executioner to indicate the intended position of her feet. While the soldiers were making sure the cross wouldn’t fall back if they cut the ropes, Jamilla tried out her final footpose. With her feet against the longpole and her legs opened widely because of the roundness of the longole, she decided that it was both a humiliating and an exciting pose. Jamilla looked at her elegant ankles and her adorable toes. Soon her most beautiful feet would be nailed. To feel once more the pain of really hanging on a cross, she moved her legs away from the longpole, so that they were just hanging on either side of it. Now the executioner placed his ladder against the cross and climbed up to fulfill his duty.

As the executioner reached the final step of the ladder, Jamilla lowered her left foot and placed it right on the spot the executioner wanted it to be. He put the nail right on the most central spot of her foot, slightly adapted its pose so that the toes were really pointing towards the ground. Then he began the nailing. Once again Jamilla experienced a wave of fresh agony running through her body. Again she felt how the nail pushed against the bones of her foot and crushed them with the second blow. Again she let out her little yells every time the nail went a bit deeper. Even when the nail entered the wood after the third blow, she didn’t dare to put any weight on it. Her foot was causing her the same amount of agony as both her wrists. Oooh, she loved crucifixion right now; She thanked the people that invented this heavenly torture from the bottom of her heart as the final blows were given. As the executioner finished the nailing of her left foot, Jamilla felt a bit sad. Now her other foot was the only thing left. After that, her agony would slowly fade away … So she put her other foot right next to her nailed one. The executioner brought out the last nail. Jamilla closed her eyes as her bully raised his hammer. Very intensely she tried to analyze the waves of pain that were caused by the final spike. As the bones of her right foot were crushed she couldn’t hold back a small yelp. Also when she felt how the nail tore the skin of here sole apart, she simply had to release a little “ Ôah!” As the nail was driven further into her foot and the wood of the longpole, Jamilla first realized she was being put to death in the most cruel, horrible and agonizing way known in the whole of the Roman Empire, and that she just loved it. The soldier smashed the nail a bit deeper for the last time. Then he went down a few steps and nailed the wooden plate that quoted Jamill’s crime, name and age to the longpole, right underneath her beautiful, nailed feet. “Jamilla, twenty one year old, blonde slave, murder, theft and arson.” Then he stepped down, took away his ladder and together with one of his fellows he went back to the camp. The third one staid to guard Jamilla so that no one would get her down of there.

Although it had seamed a lot longer, her crucifixion had only taken half an hour. Now most of the spectators resumed their work on the market. For Jamilla, the real horror of crucifixion was about to begin. Right now she realized that the pain in her wrists became too much to bare, even for someone who loved it, so Jamilla had to push up on her feet. Putting her entire weight on the nails piercing her feet caused her a wonderful amount of pain, yet she had to let go, if she didn’t want to faint, and she fell back on her wrists. But very soon, again, the pain in her wrists forced her to retry the push up. The Romans had spiked her in a very ingenious way. By bending her legs just a little bit, Jamilla had to face the problem where to put her weight, but she couldn’t suffocate that easy. As she looked around to see what the other people who had watched her crucifixion were doing. Some people were still looking at her, pointing out to each other how well she was nailed. Jamilla herself was also admiring the work of her bully. While she was at it, she saw that she wasn’t bleeding as much as she thought. The only blood Yamilla saw was the blood that had run out of the wounds when the nails were still driven in. Meanwhile the soldier that staid behind walked over to the fountain and took a drink. He didn’t return to the cross but went strait to one of the stalls on the market. He decided to watch over her from there, in the shadow. On the cross, Jamilla was exposed to the sun. Very slowly her bronzed skin was burning. As she saw the guard take a drink, Jamilla became aware of her own thirst. She wondered whether she could ask for some water as well. After a while her thirst became so big she decided to risk it. “Can…can I have some water to, please…?” she moaned. The guard fulfilled her request and put a cup filled with water on the top of his spear. Jamilla drunk it all and asked for more several times, especially around noon when the sun was burning every drop of liquid out of her.

Jamilla now realized that the pain wasn’t fading away at all. She didn’t know why but the spikes kept hurting her as much as they did when they were driven into place. She looked once more to the nails piercing her body. As she could clearly feel, al four of them were smashed through some bones. “I wonder…” she thought. Jamilla tried to move her fingers, but some of them didn’t react to her command. Also her toes weren’t completely movable. The sight of the spikes entering her feet and wrists fascinated her. Jamilla tried to reach the head of the nails in her wrists. Her fingers could only touch the top of the nails. Her excitement still remains, and her crotch has started to leak, she notes the liquid running down the lips, and the it drops down to the sand.

As the sun went down and the market became empty, Jamilla first realized she would never leave her cross again. Even her corpse would be left up there after she died. She wondered what it would be like, if she died. Would she pass out and never awake again? She didn’t know.

Jamilla’s first night on the cross was filled with agony. There was now way of getting some sleep up there. If the pain didn’t keep her awake, then the coldness of the night would make sure she didn’t sleep. The hours passed slowly, way to slowly, but when Jamilla finally thought she was used to it, the first rays of sunlight announced a new day….

As the market became crowded again, people returned to her cross to see how she was doing. "You 're realy enjoying this, aren't you?" Jamilla managed to ask her public. Of course they did. "Guess what," Jamilla moaned as a reply, "so do I..."

According to some spectators who had seen a few crucifixions already, Jamilla was “dancing” real nice. She was pushing herself up on the spikes piercing her feet and falling back on her wrists al the time. Even if she didn’t had to push up to get some fresh air, she still forced herself to do so. It largely increased her pain. It was her second day on the cross, but Jamilla felt far from exhausted. Now she knew why she hadn’t been raped or whipped: If she were still strong when they nailed her to her cross, she would last longer. Once again Jamilla looked at her beautiful body. The nails fascinated her, how they disappeared in her wrists and feet. Only four nails, but they put her in hell. Right now the thought crossed her mind that despite of the fact that she had been drinking quite a lot yesterday, she didn’t have to pee. The sun burned away every single drop of liquid, even the water from the fountain. In the afternoon, Jamilla felt how she was becoming weaker and weaker, how the pain slowly faded. Right now she wished she could live through it al again, from the cell, to the first nail, the moment of triumph when she exposed her completely nude body to the overwhelmed crowd, the nailing of her wrists and feet, her complete crucifixion. Later that day Jamilla lost conscience. She didn’t saw how a rich salesman paid of the guarding soldier and ordered his men to get Jamilla down from her cross. She didn’t even realized the nails were pulled out.

Jamilla looked out of the window as the sun came up. Six months had passed since her crucifixion. Her wounds had completely healed. The salesman had dropped her of at one of his houses in a small village while she was still unconscious. An other girl slave had told her everything. She had never seen him until now. He was standing in the inner yard, saying goodbye to someone. Then he entered Jamilla’s room. “You’re so beautiful” he said. “You’re so beautiful that you can ask me anything. Ask me and I’ll do it!” Jamilla looked at him as he touched her face. “Well, there is one thing you could do…” She answered.

Later that morning, the entire village watched how Jamilla publicly undressed herself. Completely nude, she walked over to the cross and went lying down on it. She smiled at the salesman as he approached with the hammer and the nails. “Nail me!” she said.

I painted my nails

Friend hooked me up with this hottie, texted her, she got fresh and started sexting me. Told her I'd love to suck on those tits, and pin her legs back and cum in her, she seemed very accepting of everything we talked about.
We got along really good - went out on a date, took her to a nice restaurant, drove her back home and she invited me in. I end up nailing her on the first date. She didn't even ask me to wear a condom, we just started fucking. I got her off - she came pretty hard, and figured it was my turn to nut. No discussions about pulling out, birth control - nothing. So I'm on top of her, and she's so damn sex I just start kissing her lips and thrusting deeper in her and I nut, inside her. I start groaning and pumping, and then she loses her shit.
"What the fuck are you doing? Are you cumming in me??!" She pushes me off any my cock is still twitching and dripping cum as I get off her.
"You fucking asshole!"
I'm stunned. What do you say to someone freaking out during an orgasm.
"You never said anything," I told her.
"It's literally our first fucking date and you came in me? You should have asked!"
She's getting dressed, swearing, "fuck I feel so fucking dirty."
I watched the cum leaking down her leg, just shaking my head, "I thought we were getting along just fine, not sure what this is all about."
I started getting dressed, "I guess you want me to leave."
She was silent, "I didn't give you permission, that's what this is about."
She was visibly upset. As if I inflicted some kind of trauma upon her.
I thanked her for a wonderful night, and left. Haven't heard back from her. I'm thinking I dodged a bullet.

Dollar Tree Girl-Masturbates in car on break. A little long video but the end nails it!

Big convention in Vegas. I end up paired up with my married coworker crush. We flirt all the time but it never goes anywhere, and here I am in Vegas paired with her at the booth. If you've never worked a convention it's 12hrs on your feet saying the same shit. By the time you're off you just want to change, soak your feet, and drink. Some people go in big groups to dinner, or gamble, others just go to their rooms. Cindy asks what I'm doing, back to room to change out, no plans after. She says she's the same, maybe meet in the lobby in an hour? I agree and back to the room I go.

A hot shower does wonders after being on the floor. No shame, 30 minutes of bliss and you know I was jerking off to Cindy. It may not go anywhere but I'm walking into it completely drained. I get cleaned up, get dressed, phone buzzes with a text. Cindy's wondering what to wear out. Are we doing a bar? Nice restaurant? Buffet? on property or uber or walking? I text back to wear something nice, keep options open, no walking we'll Uber if need be.

Secretly I wanted to try something but wasn't sure how she'd react. I'm sex positive, I know an awesome buffet but it's a members club. I'm nervous at what she'd think, nervous about taking a coworker there. We meet in the lobby. I pull her aside and explain that this place is probably out of her comfort zone. She says she's game. I press, explaining it's a private club, sometimes there's nudity, sometimes there's sex. Her face doesn't even flinch but she asks why I'm taking her and how I know about it. Awesome food, literally restaurants cater there, oh and I'm sex positive. Nothing personal but I may hook up there, hopefully this doesn't change how you see me. She's in, I'm kind of in shock, not sure if she knows how hard I crush on her but she's already got an uber.

For those unfamiliar with Vegas there's known sex clubs, and more underground discrete clubs. The club I took her to was very clean, well catered, I know the community and it came recommended. Couples are cheaper for the night. Women are free. Men are members only or invite only from members. They always give a tour. Awesome buffet/dining (must be clean and clothed, nothing gross). Dancing in 2 areas, clothed and unclothed. Massive play room (literally half the club). Towels required in the play room. Cindy was a bit shocked to see people fucking as we toured that area.

I knew Cindy was married. I knew taking her here broke a lot of rules. I knew it risked my job (people never look at you the same), and I knew hitting on her would either work or be really creepy. So my comment was "Whatever happens tonight, not talking about it again, it stays here. Not telling coworkers, or husband, it stays here. Be safe, if you need me find me, everyone here respects No. I won't leave without you, if you decide to leave please let me know." She nodded and we got some food.

10 minutes into eating her hand was on my crotch rubbing. I reminded her no play in dining. She took my hand and we hit the dance floor. It's a bit blurred but after a few songs we went to the other dance floor. Cindy has a massive rack and those beauties came out real quick. She peels a shirt off me and unzips the pants. We're got hands everywhere and we're surrounded by half naked dancing people. And she pulls me in for a kiss, while also stroking me. We end up in back, grab towels on the way and put our things in a locker. She's so horny and I'm just stunned. Great head, so many positions, so many sounds and sights and just a room full of sex. I made her go a couple times, first with my fingers and then with my tongue. She then returned the favor, but struggled because I'd jerked off earlier. To her credit she didn't quit. That hard earned nut was swallowed and a few people around us cheered. I guess we were a show. We kept at it. Several asked to join. I had a woman kissing my back while her partner fucked her senseless. I kept fucking Cindy while she kissed another woman as she jerked off the woman's partner. After the kiss the woman starts blowing her partner and Cindy just fingers her to an O. We fucked the whole time. I'd go, or she'd go, just amazing. My final nut was fucking her tits, riding her fits really, while another woman kissed me. Cindy ended up with a massive facial, just nailed her nose, forehead, chin. Put it in her mouth after so she'd suck out the rest.

We cleaned up, showered, ate, danced, fucked again. Made it to our rooms sometime around 4am.

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I confess that I spend the last three weeks becoming a sissy fuck slut for my trucking mentor.

It started about five days into the training when I noticed him stroking his cock under the blanket in the cabin while we were laying down to rest for the night.

I'm married, but have always wanted to suck and fuck a big hard cock. I've often snuck out downstairs after bed to jerk off to cocks on the internet.

I finish the truck school and am assigned a middle-aged, average build black guy, a few inches taller than me. The night before we set out, I actually ended up masturbating thinking about taking his cock in my mouth and ass while my wife was at home doing the same with someone.

Anyway we had been laying there for maybe 30 minutes the fifth night, when I hear the sounds of rubbing against the blankets. I look over and he's very visibly erect under the covers and stroking his cock slowly. I continue to pretend to stay asleep, but my heart starts absolutely racing and my cock starts throbbing.

I continue peaking over watching him, and he moves the covers completely away after a minute, exposing his full hard cock. I almost let out an audible moan at the sight of it.

He keeps stroking for another minute before suddenly calling out to me. I'm totally frozen and don't know how to react. He calls out again. I sort of shake awake and say "what, what's going on?"

"Why don't you come over here and train on this a little bit?"

I stared at him and his cock for a moment, and then crawled over to his bed and wrapped my hand around it. I stroked it up and down and then put my mouth on it. I was in heaven, licking and sucking and moaning. After probably five minutes of stroking him into my mouth he finally tensed up and shot cum straight into my mouth.

He did not say one more word to me and laid back and went to sleep. I went back to my bed and laid there for a moment before jerking off and cumming all over my naked stomach and chest.

After I wiped the cum off, I picked up my phone and had missed an "I love you" text from the wife, which made me instantly horny again thinking how she probably sent it as this man was about to cum in my mouth.

The next several days and weeks quickly evolved. He made a stop at a sex shop, and brought back out for me fishnet stockings, girls underwear, two different slutty sleepwear-type dresses. He sent me into a Walmart at one point and made me pick out nail polish to paint my nails with too.

That night the moment we stopped he told me to change into the outfit he bought for me. I put the fishnets on and as I'm trying to slide the underwear on he spanks my ass and throws me down on the bed. I felt so submissive and feminine when he did this, and let out an loud moan. He turns me over and sticks his tongue deep into my mouth. I suck on it and start kissing him. He lifts back and I spread my legs apart inviting him into my ass. 

He ends up fucking me passionately while we make out, and finally cums inside of me. 

The next three weeks basically accelerates like this. A few days after he first got my uniform he started making my wear it during the day while I was the passenger. He took lots of pictures and video of me gagging on his big black cock. 

I was totally owned for like five weeks, getting filled up with cum dressed like a slut and my wife won't ever know. She looks up to me as a man but doesn't know how I was dressed up like a bimbo kissing and sucking and fucking and begging to get filled up by daddy.

Little married goth slut from a few years ago I got to know told me to take her to a forest and fuck the shit out of her. I was single at the time, and would hang out at this punk/goth bar. She was usually at the bar on Fridays, and I'd chill and have a few drinks with her - so I complied. We made plans to get together the next day (Saturday). At first she wanted me to wear a condom, but was like, "you know what? I hate condoms." Thing is, her husband knows she does this - and it's just such a turn on to me that I was fucking this beautiful young married woman. It was a one time deal, they hop from town to town. If you ever see this chick, she'll probably fuck you (or at a minimum blow you).
She's such a freak, she's the one that suggested taking this picture! I totally forgot I had this pic because this shit happened a while ago and since then I got married. My wife and I are on the same iCloud and it transferred to the iCloud and my wife was like "who the fuck is this?"
So I had to explain what happened and showed her the date of the photo (which was 1 year before we got married). I think it kind of turned my wife on, because she fucked the hell out of me after showing it to her.
"She's pretty," my wife said after we fucked, "did you cum in her?"
"No, honestly - I mean I wanted to, but instead I came in her mouth."
"Tell me about what you both did... like what positions..."
"Oh come on babe, don't be jealous."
"I'm not, I just like hearing about your sexual exploits..."
"Well, fine. I fucked her doggy style for a bit, she pushed me down on the ground, sucked my dick, then got on top of me, rode me and I felt like I was going to cum and told her, and she clawed into my chest with her nails, got off and put my dick in her mouth and I came."
"Did she take that little skirt off when you fucked her?"
"Um, no - she was wearing a thong under it - and honestly when we got out of the car I was a bit embarrassed because people were staring at her... but all she did was move the thong over and, well - we fucked."
I just find it weird that I forgot about that picture, because she was a pretty good lay. I told my wife I would delete the picture, but she said "It's a memory, I'm ok with it - you didn't do it when we were married, plus she's kinda cute!"
So yeah - that's that. I figure most people keep posting the same pictures and same bullshit to this site I should try to freshen thing up. I really wish I had more pictures because she was absolutely phenomenal and honestly I kind of wish she never moved away because I would have used that pussy so much more lol.

I warned my wife 5 years ago that I would cuck her out to a younger guy on our 25th wedding anniversary. I'm 50 and any guy at 50 knows things start going awry with your cock after 45. While I absolutely do take cialis, it's just not the same. Perhaps it's just all psychological but I do have prostate issues too. She kind of brushed it off until I brought it up again a week before our anniversary.
"There's no way I'm fucking another guy. Is this a test? This is stupid."
"I want that to be my anniversary gift. I do, I want you to fuck some other guy without a condom, I want you to feel a hard cock inside you, cumming in you - I love you I just want you to feel good."
So we got into a bit of an argument, but I went through with finding a well-hung dude that would bang my wife. I wanted to be jealous. It took me a few days - but I found a few swingers groups and a 26 year old buck. The dude's cock was at least 3 inches bigger than mine (I'm at 6 1/2 inches). I showed my wife his picture and she said he was cute but still didn't think it was a good idea. I showed her a pic of his cock and her eyes got wide. That was the dude.
"I'll contact him and let him know it's on."
"Can't we just have a nice romantic evening by ourselves? Why do you need to do this, I'm happy with you, don't do this."
"After he fucks you, we'll have a romantic evening by ourselves and I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
"Wait, you're going to fuck me after he does? What is wrong with you? What if he has a disease? Did you even think this shit through?"
She was pissed.
"You can't just give my body to other men. If that's how you see me, as some object maybe you have the wrong idea about our marriage."
"NO. I don't see you as an object. I understand that my performance in bed is getting pretty shitty because of my age, and I've lost my youthfulness. I'm not that rock hard 20 year old you met way back when, and when we have sex I have issues sometimes. I just want you to feel that again, because I love you. When he's fucking you, remember how hard I was, think of me pumping in and out of you when I was younger... that's all... I just want you to feel good."
She paused for a minute.
"Have you ever been unfaithful to me?" She asked.
"No, I haven't - I could have a few times, but I never did because you give me everything I need."
She looked down and sighed.
"This is the only time I'll do this. This won't be a thing. I want us to meet with him first, there will be rules. Are you going to be there, watching?"
I was shocked, "ok - I'll send him an email. Yeah, I'd like to see a nice big hard dick in you - but if I get jealous I'll walk away."
"He's not going to last long in me... Tell me about this guy, is he married, you said he belongs to some swinger club?"
He probably wouldn't last long in my wife. She had absolute control over her pussy. I told her he was married and that his wife was ok with it and that we'd meet both of them. I set up a date to meet with the bull and his wife. They seemed a bit nervous.
His wife was a pretty petite blonde with small breasts and a cute frame. She was 23 but looked younger. The wife seemed a bit interested in us, asking questions about our marriage and if this was our first swinging experience. I told her we'd been married for 25 years (coming up soon) and that I just wanted my wife to experience a youthful cock. She didn't seem too shocked at all but rather supportive, telling us that her hubby can get the job done no problem.
Hitting on my wife, his wife looks her directly in the eyes, "I swing both ways, so if you want me there to make sure he's behaving, let me know!"
My wife blushed, "Well, I really didn't want to do this but I'm doing it because my husband thinks it will help... my needs."
So my wife started with the rules. No kissing, no anal, the safe word was my name, this was a one time deal, no further contact after the act, as soon as he cums he leaves. I had to put my two cents in, saying he needs to cum in her, and I want her pussy dripping with his cum. The wife smiled and told me "that should be no problem for him, he'll leave a mess."
I got a bit jealous, because I wanted to be him - youthful, strong, ready to fuck if a light breeze crossed my cock. His wife seemed a bit perky, and into him actually fucking other women.
"Do you ever get jealous of him fucking other ladies?" I asked.
"Oh, hell no. I have a fetish - and when he's done with your wife I get to taste her on his cock. I love tasting other women on his cock. So, when he's finished with her, I get him and he loves every fucking second of it. It's too bad your wife won't let you fuck me while he's fucking her, you'd like my little pussy."
My dick throbbed. "I'm old, it doesn't work as well as it used to."
"Nothing my mouth can't solve," she snapped back and I caught a glance of anger from my wife.
So I gave them the date and made reservations at a nice hotel.
On the way home my wife was silent. When we got inside our house she let loose.
"You totally wanted to fuck that slut, didn't you!"
I laughed, "No - I mean she was cute, but she's totally not my type."
The day came and my wife was starting to oppose going through with it.
"You sure you want to do this?"
I nodded. We did.
I went into the room with her. The guy showed up a half an hour late, and I thought he was going to bail on us but he didn't.
"My wife's waiting in the lobby for me." He said, trying to break the ice.
My heart was pounding, my wife was blushing and looking very nervous.
I walked over to my wife and slid her shirt off, and unbuttoned her bra.
The guy looked at her breasts, "You've been blessed," he said smiling.
My wife blushed more, "Indeed."
She was ridged and stern.
I unbuttoned my wife's pants and kissed her on the lips, my tongue entered her mouth. I pulled back and whispered in her ear, "it's going to be ok. Pretend I'm fucking you. Pretend I'm fucking the shit out of you babe..."
She sat down on the bed, removing her panties. She closed her eyes.
I stepped back and let the guy take over. He took his clothes off and walked over to her sitting on the bed. He caressed her cheek gently, took her hand and placed it on his cock. Immediately his cock grew, she kept her eyes closed. She leaned forward and put his cock in her mouth and started pumping him with her hand.
"I'm going to take a picture!"
My wife opened her eyes and was looking at his cock, then looked at me. She put his dick in her mouth again looking at me seductively. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him into her mouth deeper. With one hand she began to finger her pussy, and then stroke his cock with the other.
She stopped sucking on him and laid back on the bed.
"Fuck me," she told him.
His cock was massive. He mounted her and she groaned with pleasure. She looked him directly in the eyes.
"Fuck me with that big dick. I want all of it in me. Fill my cunt."
He started pumping, and she started matching his thrusts with her own. Their eyes were locked.
She grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper with each thrust. Then unexpectedly, grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a passionate kiss.
I wasn't jealous. I realized I wasn't jealous but I was horny as hell. I wanted to join them. I wanted to whip my cock out and fuck her at the same time he was, but that wasn't part of the deal. My dick was throbbing with excitement as my wife moaned and moaned.
"Let me get on top, let me ride the massive cock," my wife told him.
And holy fuck did she ride his dick. I've never seen her move in that way, ever. Her beautiful ass would bounce and grind on his dick, taking every single inch inside her up to his balls and then she'd pull up to the tip of his cock and repeat. She'd lean low and their tongues would meet in a flicker of delight. He would grab her by the neck and their eyes would lock deeply in passion.
She called his name, "Fuck my pussy, fill her up baby, give me your babies... come on ohhh yeah come on baby, I'm going to cum all over this beautiful dick, ohhhhhh".
They both came at the same time. I watched her cream filled pussy convulsing with pleasure as his cum dripped out. She collapsed on top of him, kissed his lips, his chest.
I was stunned.
"I told you you needed some young cock."
She didn't answer, only gently pulled his cock out of her pussy and kissed her way down and put it in her mouth. Her eyes met mine, her ass was in the air and my dick was throbbing through my pants. She started licking and sucking his cum coated cock. I got behind my wife, watching cum leaking from her freshly fucked cunt.
"Fuck it," I said. I pulled my pants down and mounted her from behind while she sucked on him.
I slid right in. I started pumping in and out, and could feel her wet pussy dripping with cum coating my cock. I didn't care - I didn't even care that some other guy fucked my wife, I was just happy she was turned on. She started moaning as I fucked her and she blew him. He was moaning and panting too. With each thrust I felt my cock getting even harder, I felt like I was 18 again.
"Oh god baby you're so hot, I can't wait to fill you."
"yeah fuck me baby, give me your cum. I want all of your cum in me."
Her cunt was so wet, cum and the combination of her pussy juice ran down her leg and I couldn't hold off. I pumped my cum deep in her, thrusting deeper and deeper with each ejaculation. My wife's pussy was completely full of cum.
I pulled out and she stopped sucking him. He got up and started getting dressed, kind of like "well the job is over I better get the fuck out of here."
My wife got up and gave him a hug, and kissed him.
"Tell you what. Tell that little wife of yours that we'd like to borrow you from time to time, and she's welcome to join us, and my husband would like to fuck her - and I'd like to watch."
I was speechless.
"Wha-?" I tried to protest.
"If we're going to do this kind of shit, we're gonna do it right. And it's time for me to be honest. You asked if I was always faithful, I lied. I had an affair once because you were having problems with your dick, and I felt horrible. I only fucked the guy once, but it relieved a lot of sexual frustration but also caused me a lot of pain and anxiety, that's why I needed to go to therapy a while back."
I felt betrayed, but I understood, I looked at the other guy, "I'd 100% like to fuck your wife if you'd let me."
I was pissed... but I still loved my wife too.
She walked over to me and hugged me, got on her knees and started licking my cock.
"I'm your little whore now, and that will never change."
I jammed my cock into the back of her throat as the guy just stood there and watched. He didn't know what to say to the entire situation.
Finally, he said, "I'll talk to my wife about it. You want me to text her?"
"Yeah, text her and tell her to get up here if she wants some old man dick."
He chuckled.
She came up. Both my wife and the guy sat on the sofa, watching me nail his wife.
She was a freak in the sheets. She had a "breed me" fetish, and was constantly telling me how fertile her little pussy was. She was probably the tightest pussy my cock had ever been in. It was the tightest pussy I've ever came in.
My wife and I are still happy, and understand we're getting older - but we'll have as much fun as we can as long as we can. We're swingers now and regularly meet with the other couple for 'breeding meetings'. My wife and his wife actually like making out and eating each other out, especially after we cum in them. Good times. I never new how fun this lifestyle was until I became a part of it. Happiest I've ever been in my marriage too.

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Before I begin this, my wife is fully aware of my sexual activities - we are in an open relationship. My wife is bisexual and we've had threesomes with other women, and she lets me do my own thing as long as I'm 100% honest with her.

My wife was on the rag last week and I was horny as fucking hell. I'm 50 years old and sometimes I think I'm way too sexual at my age. Sure, age sometimes hits me and I get a little ED now and again - but I can usually finish with no problems. I went online to various websites looking for an escort in my area and they all seemed to either be way too pricey or upsellers, or even scams.
I came across this one very light skinned beauty with dark black hair and blood red lips - my dick twitched. I decided to text the number on the website and waited for a response. Nothing. I continued looking but couldn't find anyone I really thought peaked my interests. An hour goes by and my phone gets a text message and it's the escort.
"You'll need to verify, we can meet at my hotel - I'll give you the room number after you verify and after you text me to tell me that you're in the hotel parking lot"
Ok - no problem. I verified with her, gave her my full name, and age and even my address. She called me up on the phone and gave me the address of the hotel she was staying at. Told my wife where I was going.
"How much is she?" my wife asked curiously.
"Says $150/half hour and $250 for full hour, full service."
"You have condoms?" She said grabbing my ass.
"Always babe."
"If she's bi - let me know," my wife said kissing me goodbye.
We have a weird relationship. We're best friends, we're in love - but we also recognize that we can't be 100% everything we sexually need for each other.
So I got in my car and went to the address she gave me, I texted her I was there and she texted me the room number.
I brought $300 with me, extra money for a tip.
I was a bit nervous - you never know if you're going to be meeting a cop on the other side of the door.
I went to her room and knocked. She opened the door and was wearing a black robe.
"Hi," she said, she had such a sweet voice.
"Hello, I hope you're having a good evening - I'm a bit nervous."
"Come on in, please"
I did, and walked over to the nightstand and put down an envelope with a 'donation' in it and then sat on the bed.
She opened the envelope and looked at the contents, didn't count the money and then slipped her robe off to reveal her beautiful naked body.
"So what would you like to do first?"
"Well, what's off limits?"
She paused, "really - nothing is, I'm not into pain - but I can roleplay."
This woman was so beautiful, I was already hard thinking about pumping my cock in her pussy.
"Are you in town for long?" I asked trying to break the ice a bit more.
"I usually don't travel - I live around here, I just get the hotel for escorting."
"The ad you put up says your 25, but you look a bit younger," I joked.
"I'm 20," she chuckled a bit. She came and sad down next to me on the bed. Her lips had dark red lipstick and her makeup was perfect.
"Let's see what you're hiding under there," she said, unbuttoning my pants.
She slid my pants off, then my shirt - I only had socks on and my cock was throbbing.
Her hands wrapped around it as she looked deep into my eyes, "you like that?"
I nodded.
She slowly kissed my chest, as I laid back, her mouth made it's way down to my cock and she started to slowly suck on me. It was odd for an escort to give bare back blow jobs without discussing it with the client, but I didn't complain.
My hands groped her soft breasts, her nipples were hard - she was horny. My hand started to caress her inner thigh and I felt her wet little cunt. I plunged a finger in her, she was tight. I slipped another finger in and it was cramped, I could barely move my fingers.
She moaned and kept sucking my cock.
She stopped, and looked at me, her hands massaging my chest, "I'm not a clock watcher... can I ride you? I love riding, I cum really quick when I ride a nice cock like yours"
"Fuck yeah you can ride me honey," I told her. She got up and went to the dresser in the room and got a condom. She unrolled it on my cock and gently kissed the tip.
She spread her long legs over me and slid my cock inside her. It was way too tight, there was no way I was going to last 10 minutes inside this gorgeous lady. She began pumping up and down, sliding me in and out of her. Her nails sunk into my chest as she started quivering and moaning.
"Oh your cock feels so fucking good baby, it's filling my pussy up, yeah stretch me out, stretch this young pussy baby!"
I felt her juices gush all over my cock and balls as she shivered and collapsed on me. She caught her breath.
"Holy fuck, your cock fits in my pussy perfectly!"
I chuckled, because I knew it was part of the act, "You say that to all the guys!"
I was still inside her and I felt her clench down on my hardness.
"No, I never cum with clients. In fact, I can only cum if it hits just right and wow, yours hits just right."
She pulled my cock out of her, and reached down and pulled the condom off and slid my dick back inside her.
"You get a special treat for having such a nice cock baby."
I was shocked - everything was running through my head at this point - Am I going to get a disease? Is she trying to get pregnant? What in the actual fuck?
Her tight cunt clasped down on my hard cock, and I could feel how wet and warm and tight she was.
She started moving my cock inside her slowly as I cupped her lovely breasts. Her lips kissed mine (another no no!).
"I want you to drain that cock in me, I want every drop of cum in my tight little pussy!"
I didn't know what to say, so I joked, "If only my wife was here to eat it the cum out of you, she'd like that!"
"oh yeah? I'd like that too - maybe we can include her next time??"
She started going off on my cock and I couldn't hold off. I let loose deep in her, cum gushed and gushed - she drained me.
I looked at my watch - only 20 minutes! LOL.
I laid back on the bed and she cuddled into me.
"Were you serious about your wife joining in?"
"Yeah, we're in an open relationship, she's bi - she doesn't have a girlfriend atm, but you're 100% her type. She's 47, but she's very pretty."
She smirked, "I don't believe you for some reason."
"I'll call her right now, you want to talk to her?"
"Wait, she knows you're with me?"
"Damn right she does."
I got my phone and called her, put her on speaker phone. We chatted for a while - turns out this woman didn't even like what she was doing and wanted a regular job, and my wife works in the same industry as the career this woman wants - and my wife is a high-level manager.
So after all was said and done, a dinner date was set up for all of us to meet this Friday.
I got dressed, and the woman gave me a big wet kiss and a hug.
"Totally a fantasy of mine," she murmured.
"Huh? What?"
"Oh, it's a fantasy of mine to hook up with a couple and be their little fuck toy - I won't even ask you to pay - I just hope I fit in at your wife's work!"
"You will, and yeah - we'll see how everything goes - I'm sure my wife will adore the hell out of you. She has a thing for sexy goth girls."
She laughed; we parted ways. My wife and her have been chatting, I've been chatting with her too.
While I'm down for everything - threesomes etc. - I'm just a bit worried - not sure about what.

An update to my Amazon post yesterday. We've been texting. We met up last night. She is on scholarship for sports. School gave her a ride for sports and she picked them for their Science program. She's highly intelligent. The fact that we can talk intelligently, and I'm her size, that's what sealed it. 6'5, most guys her height are jocks and she hates jocks (I know ironic).

She's a magnet for short guys. She joked that it's like a Chihuahua trying to fuck a Great Dane. There's a lot of effort and a little squirt gun goes off but to her it's useless. They have to be on top. If she tries to be on top she either does the splits (painful) or you need big pillows under his ass so he can reach her. We joked about phone books on the seat for Thanksgiving... If she bends over standing he can practically lick her without even bending down. If she's doggy on the bed it's the same height, basically there's just no way...

She said it felt good to vent to someone "her size", that telling short guys would be ego crushing and she's not a bitch. I joked about tall girls being insulted when I dated shorter women... now it makes more sense. Height and dick size aren't always the same, but people are normally proportional... I joked about not fitting in a few shorter women. She joked about " hotdog in a hallway" with a few shorter men.

So yeah she's ok with the age gap. We're FWB. My height means shower sex, means doggy, means her on top, means feeling normal instead of Amazon. She joked about how just hugging a short guy was cumbersome, and no standing handjob unless she sat down. First thing she did on the trail with me was kiss and reach down an stroke. Just being able to do that was awesome for her! She has 44D's but they look like a B/C because of her height. No strings, no commitment, just lots of sex with a woman half my age and a cool friend that is highly intelligent

The fuck on the trail really got her. It relaxed her, cleared her head. She nailed 2 exams this morning. Her actual comment to me "I barely felt sex before. Usually I'd ride their face to get off. Maybe jerk them a little to be nice. Sticking it in was meh. With you, holy shit I got fucked. I got so fucked. Like I've never had a guy go that long. You fit, and we can do a lot. Holy fuck, I got fucked. Yes I hit an O. Did you see me stumbling around. It was like drunk fucked, like fucked that hard I was light headed. You up for that again?" So we did more at my place and we'll keep doing more.

She's not into oral. Obviously she loves getting it but she's not into giving it. Which is odd because she's already blown me several times. She even admitted she doesn't normally suck dick but she's cool doing it if I'm into it and it leads to more.

Shoeplay strangler. I spotted my victim at a local grocery store. I was minding my own business looking at the grilling items when she walked past me. Attractive middle aged milf with red curly hair and a flowery dress and beige high heels on. I looked as she stopped just a few steps and what do you know her tired foot came sliding right out of her heel. I was locked in and immediately grew hard. It was almost like she knew it turned me on. I kept watching following close behind. Not as too be too obvious but pretty close. She went up and down the isles stoping sliding her foot in and out of her shoes. Oh she just doesnt know what she has done. I had to have her i had to and there was no waiting. I couldnt. As bad as i hated to i left my buggy in the isle and left out of the store so i could go to my car and grab supllies as she wasnt going to make it out of the parking lot. I waited and watched the doors for her to come out i finally seen her. Luckily for me it was dark and i could slip over pretty un noticed. She placed the few groceries she had in the back seat on one side and returned her buggy thats when i made my move to the back seat. As she climbed in i could smell her perfume and i couldnt hold on any longer as she closed the door i reach around and put my hand over her mouth and held a gun to her neck and told her if she screamed she was done. She started to cry and shake as i told her to drive. I knew a spot just around the back of the building where i could do what i wanted in peace. She drove around and parked. Now i could see who was coming or going all around. I put my arm around her neck and dragged her to the back. She had a van so we had plenty of room. I moved the seat back and made her lie on the floor of the mini van. Plenty of room to do what o wanted comfortably. I told her to put her hands behind her back and that i was going to tie her up. She pleaded with me not to but i told her to shut up and do it or else and she asked if i was goi g to hurt her. I told her no and again to shut up. I bound her hands with black electrical tape. She whimpered but kept calm. I reached down and slowly took her heels off. The sweet sweaty aroma i got from them was breathtaking i smelled her shoes for almost 5 minutes before i burried my nose into her soft pretty feet. Red nails shined like she had just gotten them done. Oh how invigorating it was. I tied her feet at her ankles with the black tape and took my cock out . She said i will do anything just let her go. I reached up and cut her panties off and stuffed them in her mouth. She whimpered and choked as i shoved them deep. I started to stroke her pretty feet with my throbbing hard cock. I stroked and stroked about 2 minutes and i couldnt hold on any longer i exploded all over her feet and up her legs. Now an even more fun part. I rolled her over on her stomach. I told her that this was the end for her and she started crying and kicking her muffled nooos were making me hard again. How lucky can i be for her to had bought some new pantyhose in the store i ripped the package open and wrapped them around my fists and wrapped them as tightly as i could around her neck. Oh the feel of her bucking under me and kicking her feet. As her muffled strangling screams came from her mouth. As i oulled tighter and tighter she kicked and gurgled. Her eyes started to bulge out of her head oh myy i couldnt keep it in i exploded again inside my pants. After about 3 minutes she finally started to slow down. Her flailing body turned into just slight twitches. She was finally done after about 5 minutes. I grabbed a grocery bag and put it over her head just in case and pulled the pantyhose as tight as i could get them around her neck and knotted them. I grabbed her heels for a souvenir and headed back to my car. Oh what a night. 

How many beers would it take for you to nail this?

I cut my nails so I won't scratch your back and leave marks, daddy.

I have nothing to do today so I lay in bed. Which is nice because I had a busy week (there were working men in my house 3 days this week). So I painted my nails pink. Normally I paint them black. I don't like pink anyway. But the combination black + pink works very well. When I was a young girl my mother always wanted me to wear pink dresses but I didn't like it. I thought it was too girly. Nowadays I mostly wear black and also I paint mostly my nails black.

New Over the Road Trucker

So I've always liked big rigs, when I was younger I worked at a truck leasing job, and got to drive them around the lot. When I got older I got a desk job, and got married. A few years ago I started studying for my CDL (Commercial Drivers License). They're not easy to get, lots of tests etc. 5 Weeks ago I went in, took my test and passed. I got my CDL! I started applying at a few companies and matched up with a good one, but it was strictly over the road. My wife kind of protested, and brought up "there's a lot of hookers who want to fuck truck drivers, if you run into one - I know it get's lonely on the road, so if you do end up fucking one, wear a condom, ok?"
"But I'm not-" I started to defend myself.
"You're a man. You're going to. Just promise me." She said.
"Ok, I promise babe."
I never really gave it much thought after that. Once I started hauling, I'd stop at rest stops and get some sleep - even put at "no lot lizards' sign in my window so no one would bug me... but they still did. Most of the ladies of the evening were unattractive meth / crack addicts with missing teeth. I turned all of them away. No way am I about to stick my dick in that.
One night I was getting ready to sleep, logged my driving hours - and brushed my teeth. I was looking at a few maps on my phone to see if I could get to my drop off quicker. There was a knock on my cab door. I ignored it, I thought it was just another meth head looking to suck someone off for $20. Again there was another knock.
"Hello?" A soft voice asked in the darkness outside.
"No thanks!" I said firmly.
"Sir, I need a ride can you give me a ride to Minot North Dakota? Look, I'm 24, alone and honestly just need a place to crash for tonight."
She didn't sound like a meth head. I walked upfront to the cab and looked out the window.
This raven-haired, pale beauty with glossy blood red lipstick looked up at me with desperation.
She was very attractive, with B cup tits, a very tight pink shirt with no bra, a backpack, tight ripped jeans and tennis shoes. I opened the door.
"Ma'am, I'm-"
"Yeah you're married... good." she said, climbing up. I got out of her way by going into the sleeper. She shut and locked the door. My wallet was safely locked in a small safe I have hidden under the sleeper, so I didn't have to worry about her stealing anything worthwhile if she was a thief.
"Do you do this all the time? Just come inside a stranger's truck?"
"Most of these bitches are out here sucking cock for drugs. I don't do drugs. I just need a ride. Yeah before you ask, I used to be a 'normal' girl, had a good job - but also had an abusive husband who was fucking every pussy in town. He knocked up 4 different women until I finally told him to fuck off. Marriage means shit to most men."
"Well, I'm married and I love my wife," I told her.
"That's good." She said, and took off her shirt revealing milk white perky breasts. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off, along with a pair of white laced panties. She was completely naked.
"Are you serious, look you're attractive but..." I stammered, looking at her perfect body.
"How the fuck else am I going to pay you to get me to Minot?"
"WHAT? Usually men pay for sex, not the other way around."
She opened up her backpack and pulled out a condom.
"I'm going to be frank with you mister, I have a mental condition - most women like fucking, I need fucking. Most of these ho's out here make money by having sex, I don't. I just need a ride. I noticed your sign, that you don't like lot lizards. Well, I'm not a hooker, nor a lot lizard."
My dick was hard.
She started to pull my shirt off, laughing, "come on, it will be fun! I'll be your little fuck toy all the way to Minot!"
So I fucked her. Hard.
I massaged her pussy, which had a tuff of black pubes. Her pussy was already wet. I slid two of my fingers inside her and I immediately knew this was going to be the tightest pussy I've ever fucked. Her legs were spread, as I finger banged her and I she started kissing my neck. I felt her teeth clench on to my flesh as she began to buck up and down, back and forth on my fingers. Her hand gripped my erect dick and she moaned, "oh this is going to fill my little cunt all the way to the top baby..."
I pulled my fingers out of her and she went down on my cock, she could barely fit it in her mouth. I'm not a big guy, only 7 inches rock hard - but she was a tiny thing, mouth and all. Her lipstick put rings on my cock, she struggled to deepthroat me, but it felt good regardless.
I pushed her down on the bed and mounted her missionary. My cock sliding up into her cervix.
"HOLY FUCK" She screamed as I started railing her, in and out, pulsating through the condom. I could feel her every muscle twitch inside. Her pussy was quivering.
"Yeah fuck me, come on babe, fuck that pussy harder."
I was slamming into that pussy full force. Any harder and I would have probably busted her pelvis. I could feel her juices dripping on my balls. She arched her back as I continued fucking her tight little pussy. Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper inside her. She came. She was a squirter.
I never had any experience with a woman who squirted, only through porn - but gushes of her juices soaked my cock. She was panting.
"Holy fuck you hit all the right spots..."
I licked her pink nipples and she quivered in delight.
"I'm on the pill mister..." she said at almost a whisper.
I pulled out of her and sat back, watching her. She got up and crawled towards me and took the condom off, her tongue licking the tip of my cock, cleaning off the precum. One arm pushed me down and she mounted me. Her tight little pussy was so warm as she slid me inside. I cupped her tits and she leaned in to kiss me on the lips, her tongue deep in my mouth, probing.
She started riding me slow, I could feel the tip of my cock tapping her cervix, and she'd grind right on that spot for a second and pull up, stroking the shaft of my cock with her tightness and then plunge all the way down until I was once again massaging her cervix. She did this over and over but quickened the pace. I grabbed her ass, it was so fucking soft, softer than her tits!
"Give me that nut, come on babe, I want it right fucking there... yeah, that's it I feel you getting even harder, give me that cum, I need it..." She was moaning, begging for my cum and I was on the edge.
Her cunt squeezed and stroked me, her cervix was like a suction cup pushing deeper on the head of my cock, a few times it felt like I even poked through, or I went past her cervix. That's when I came.
Balls deep, her tongue in my mouth, I emptied everything in my nuts inside her. My cock throbbed and exploded as I moaned, and twitched in a perfect orgasmic eruption. I grabbed her waste and thrust harder upwards as her finger nails clawed into my chest.
"YES! YESSS!! OH IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD BABY!" I must have came for a good 2-3 minutes inside her. At least it felt that way. Once I pulled out of her, the stream of cum dripped like a flowing river.
"Damn Mister, you sure came a lot! That's so fucking hot. God if you weren't married I'd follow your ass home. That's a nice cock."
We chatted a bit and fell asleep. A day later we were in Minot. I fucked her 3 more times after the initial encounter.
She kissed me on the lips and gave me a piece of paper. I looked at it.
"If you're ever through these parts again, give me a call! I'd never turn down that dick!"
It turns out, she was going to live with her sister after she got divorced from her husband. I dropped her off at her sisters house, kissed her goodbye and went on my way.
Every time I'm on the road, and I'm going through North Dakota (which is about twice a month), I'm dropping my seed inside Mindy. I've fucked her more than I can count now, and honestly I think I'm falling in love with this chick. That's pretty much it. Random encounter with a pretty lady has me with butterflies every time I think about her.
Yes. I told my wife about her, and shockingly my wife is fine with it - as long as it doesn't get out of control and wreck our homelife... but I think it might, because I've pretty much fallen for this little nymphomaniac by the name of Mindy that lives in Minot North Dakota.

Bi guy 49 here. Oh yeah and a bear to boot. This happened some years ago and back then I was a slut, and I will gladly admit that. Having said that, I was the bottom and I like it that way. 
Although I was not on Grindr, i was on a similar site.
I had for some time been looking for a guy to fistfuck me. Obviously he couldn't have hands that was too big. I mean, I did want to be able to walk properly after that, so I passed on a few guys. But I never let them leave without a blowjob. I mean, so sue me for loving to suck cock and from what I have been told, I was pretty good.

Then about a month goes by without a prospective lover looking for someone to fistfuck. Out of the blue, I get a message from a guy in Oslo, who wanted that ans so much more. He felt that his boyfriend running around was ruining their relationship. So, I said sure, come on over. I gave him my adress and on the dot the next day, he came. He had driven for over 2 hours to meet me.
We had agreed that I would meet him naked.
I was fine with that. Not the first time.
Although I was shocked to find that he was someone I already knew, I still let him in.
He was also stunned when he realised who I was.

I asked him, if he was uncomfortable with me, he said no. I told him that I would do whatever he wanted me to do, except scat and wet.  Even though we had been friends in college, we never knew about our kinky selves.
We were both pretty straight in college.
Anyway, I told him to strip and be naked with me.
He acquiesced and stripped. I could tell that he had showered just shortly before he came to me.

I like that in a partner. I gingerly leaned in to kiss him on the cheek and he turned his head quickly, so I ended up kissing him on the lips.
Apparently that was all it took.  He just looked at me and just asked if I was willing to be fucked by him. I said yes, obviously and then we went to the bedroom.
We laid down and he started to kiss me and I loved it.
He started to kiss my lips and then my nipples. He then took my cock and started to jack me off before he went down on me and as I came, he sucked me dry before he licked my cock dry. Don't get me wrong, I love getting my dick sucked. 

After he did that, he told me that he did it because he wanted to fuck my brains out, as well as fistfuck me.
By now, I was just in a daze. He could have called in a football team to fuck me bareback and I would have done it, no questions asked.
He was liberal with the lube, thank goodness. It turned out that he had a sleeping monster between his legs. And when it woke, I was in for the fuck of a lifetime. 
He let it gently slide into my butthole and away he went. 
First slowly, then like a jackhammer.
My ass was seriously pounded. And when he finally came, I got a warm feeling. He was into some seriously weird things, as he pulled out and started to rim me.
He was licking my ass clean. 
After he was done lickiing me, he took a piece of bubble gum and kissed me.
Was I any good,  I asked him. He said that he had secretly wanted to nail my ass in college. So yes, I was apparently everything he wanted. 

Bare in mind that I was still sort of recovering after that jackhammer pounding. 
I told him to fistfuck me if he wanted to.
Again he lubed up and carefully started.
The first two fingers went in easy, as did three and four and eventually all five. Then he got all of his hand inside me. I was getting high from this, seriously.
He started and after a while my ass was literally numb and I loved it.

Somehow he was able to activate his phone. And as he was fistfucking me, he called a friend and he had apparently been in the car with him. He had apparently been waiting this whole time while we were busy. 
He came into the bedroom naked and while my friend was fistfucking me, he asked me casually if I wanted to suck cock and I just nodded. I had a fist up my ass and a cock in my mouth. He even deep throated me to the point of me almost choking but I was so high, for lack of a better word, that I was fine with it, as bizarre as that might sound.
He ejaculated and I swallowed everything. Afterwards he bent down and kissed me.
My friend changed out his fist with his dick and I was like a junkie getting his fix.

I ended up being fucked to the point of exhaustion. They left a little over a hundred pounds on my nightstand before they left, with a note asking for a repeat in the future. They also included a phone number for me to call, when I was ready.

I am more than well aware of how this all sounds, but it's true.

I believe I have developed a foot or shoe fetish or maybe toes and ankles, I'm not to sure, never got excited about feet until this weekend. We had a family get together and my wife , her sister and their aunt when they decided to try on different shoes. Good lord, the legs and painted toe nails and sexy feet and different sandles and open toe things! Fuck me ! My dick was seriously solid all night after that! I love aqua or teal toe on a woman (especially panties!) and my wife's sister had teal toes! Just WOW!

I bought new hand gloves today. I am very happy. They have no fingers but they match the color of my nails

I've just turned 50 and with that age bracket - there comes problems, the main ones being an enlarged prostate and erectile disfunction. I've got some Cialis and sometimes I wonder if a lot of the ED isn't psychological. My wife and I have been in an open marriage for a few years, she's bisexual and I love the fringe benefits of it. One night she went to a bar and brought back a very attractive female, who was about 45 years old (same age as my wife).
They were both tipsy, and my wife introduced me to Jessie, raven haired, medium sized tits and a nice tight body. They sat down on the couch and invited me over. Small chit chat ensued. My wife poured her some wine, and she drank some too - I refused because I knew that just in case I was going to get lucky, drinking wine would screw with my ED. I stepped away for a minute and went into the bedroom and took a Cialis, got a drink of water and chugged it. I went back into the living room where they were sitting and they were making out. Jessie noticed me, and stopped kissing my wife.
"Oh, I'm sorry I thought you were going into the other room to give us privacy..."
My heart sunk, looks like I wasn't going to be sticking my dick into Jessie tonight.
"My bad," I said, looking down - defeated.
My wife saw that I was a bit hurt and explained, "Jessie is a lesbian, she isn't into men... she doesn't mean any disrespect..."
I should really give them their privacy, I thought...
"Ok, cool - I'm going out."
So I got in my car and drove around, no destination - but then I thought about it, I just took a Cialis. Pretty soon my cock would be begging for some wet hole to fuck. I guess I could get sloppy seconds once my wife is done with Jessie... but that could be a while, so I decided to go to an adult bookstore a few miles from my house. Weird shit popped into my mind, "Maybe there's a hot chick I could fuck in a glory hole, I've never done that... or maybe I can get an escort or hooker..."
All kinds of shit was going through my mind. This bookstore is a 24 hour store, so I went in and it was busy as fuck. All I wanted to do was ask the guy behind the counter where to find a lady of the evening, but too many people were around him. I noticed two women looking at toys and giggling, the looked like they were in their mid 20s, so I tried to blend in and started looking at masturbators. The small version of the Fleshlight was 79$?! I was taken aback and shaking my head. I was trying to maintain the "no eye contact" creed while I browsed all kinds of toys. I stopped in front of the 'prostate massager' section, all shapes and sizes - I never had a massager or anything anal but I heard of the wonders of prostate massages. Too bad my wife and her new friend were fucking around or I'd definitely try to experience something like that. I heard a little whisper behind me, something like "you ask him..."
I turned around and it was the giggling ladies. One was a brunette with very dark brown eyes, the other woman had purple and white streaks in her hair, but had cool blue eyes. Both were very attractive.
"Hmm? What's up ladies? I asked.
They blushed, "ummm, are you gay? No offense if you are... we're just wondering about the prostate massagers..."
I blushed, "OH, NO NO! I'm not gay, I'm straight..." so I did something that I never did with a stranger, I opened up, "I have ED, and I've done some reading and some people say these things help. I just turned 50 a few days ago, and my wife is at home banging her girlfriend and I'm just here... browsing because - well I just took a damn Cialis and ... well that's that. Sorry if it's too much information... I'm not a creep or anything."
The brunette smirked, "You don't look 50 at all, I thought you were about 35 or 40 at most."
Purple haired girl nudged her friend, "he's cute for a 50 year old..."
They both giggled and blushed. I didn't know what to say, this was odd because I've never talked to anyone in any adult bookstore given the exception of the checkout clerk. They saw I was struggling too, and the purple haired one spoke up.
"So you let your wife bang other women? That's kinda hot... I just broke up with my boyfriend, and Amanda just doesn't like dating at all so we're both kinda of single but we keep each other company if you know what I mean?"
My dick twitched.
"I'm Mike," I said, extending a hand out to the purple haired girl. She took it, and replied, "I'm Mary and this is Amanda, nice to meet you Mike."
Amanda's face was turning a bit red, "Mike, since you don't have anything else to do, you want to join us for some coffee? There is a cafe just down the street!"
I agreed, and started walking towards the door when Mary said, "Mike, aren't you forgetting something?" while pointing to the prostate massager.
I picked up the smaller one, $45... and headed for the check out. I paid for it and the clerk put it in a black bag. I turned around and Amanda and Mary were gone. Well there goes that. I left the store and walked to my car.
"Mike!" I heard a call from a distance, it was Amanda waving from across the parking lot.
"Oh I thought you both bugged out," I laughed.
She took me by the arm, "oh hell no, and miss the chance to hang out with a sexy 50 year old with ED??"
We both laughed. Mary, Amanda and me walked down the street arm in arm to a cafe. We sat down and talked for what seemed to be hours. These two women were not only attractive, but smart as hell too. I asked how old they were.
Amanda spoke first, "I'm 23, just turned 23 in January."
"I'm 26," Mary said sipping her coffee.
I laughed, "you're both half my age!"
"Older men are sexy, our generation likes older men. You guys know what you want and you're not complete idiots, or assholes," Amanda said.
Again, my dick twitched.
Mary looked me in the eyes, "we're freaks in the sheets, Mike."
I couldn't help myself, "is that an invitation?"
Amanda put her hand on my knee, "why would two girls in their 20's be hanging out at a bookstore at night unless they had an agenda? You were the first decent guy that came in there and we were in there for a while..."
My heart started racing.
"We're gonna put your little toy to the test, if you let us..."
I was in for an adventure of a lifetime.
We went back and got in my car, I drove them to Mary's apartment, and we all went inside. There really wasn't any wasting time. They stripped me down as soon as the door was shut. My cock was in Amanda's mouth as Mary's tongue probed my throat. My hands wandered from Mary's sexy tits, down to her dripping wet pussy. My cock was rock hard as Amanda shoved it all the way in her mouth to the hilt. I'll admit, I don't have a huge cock, I'm just normal - but the way she was sucking my dick put me on top of the world. They led me to the bedroom and Amanda pushed me down on the bed. Mary unwrapped the prostate massager and started playing with it using her pussy. She let it slip inside her.
I got kind of worried, I never had anything going up my ass before... so my erection started going down.
"Oh, baby - nothing to worry about - just relax..." Mary said.
Amanda climbed on top of my face and I started licking her pussy, she smelled really good, and her pussy tasted sweet. Amanda started moaning and I grabbed on to her nice soft ass to steady her.
I felt Mary playing with my cock, pumping it with her hand, then I felt her mouth around it and I was hard again. As Amanda rod my face, Mary mounted my hard dick and I felt how tight she was. I moaned as her pussy stroked me up and down.
Amanda came hard on my face, squirting a little - but I didn't mind at all. I held her against my mouth until she almost passed out.
Amanda crawled off to the side, and shivered. I could see Mary in all of her glory, bouncing on my cock, smiling. Her nails sunk into my chest as she rode me, moaning. Amanda got up and started fingering Mary's clit and licking her tits as she rode me. Soon Mary came hard, and I could feel her warm pussy juices dripping onto my balls.
"Your turn," Amanda said to me as she grabbed the prostate massager and rubbed it on her pussy.
"We gotta get it nice and wet Mr. Mike..."
Mary spit on her fingers and started rubbing my asshole and Amanda slowly pushed the pussy juice soaked massager in. I moaned in pain, that shit hurt...
"It's ok Mike, we're going to go slow..." and they did.
Mary started sucking on my cock as Amanda slowly used the toy on me. I tried my best to relax. I was trying to focus past the pain... it took a while but Amanda started hitting something that felt so good.
"That's it Mike, relax... we're going to drain those balls..." Amanda said, pushing the toy in, and pulling it slightly out. She started going faster, and then faster as Mary moved her mouth up and down on my pulsating cock.
"Give us all that cum babe, come on..."
I had these two young women fucking the shit out of me... and I felt this weird feeling starting to erupt around my entire body, like all of my nerves were electrified (but in a good way). Suddenly my cock erupted as Mary stopped sucking both of them literally started making out as cum exploded on their tongues and faces. They moaned, they licked my cock and more cum sprayed out. Mary deep throated me, then Amanda did. Then they kissed deeply. I was on the verge of passing out.
"Did you like that, Mike?"
"HOLY FUCK LADIES" I gasped.
They both laughed. They took the massager out of me and put it in a bag.
"I'm going to give you my number, I really hope you call me... I wouldn't mind having more adventures with you..."
"Did you think this was a one time deal old man??" Mary joked.
"You can spend the night with us if you want... no strings, just chill and cuddle and sleep..."
Amanda lit a joint and took a small hit, passing it to me. I took a hit, held it in and let it go as I passed the joint to Mary.
"I'd love to spend the night," I said as we all laid in the bed together.
When I woke up in the morning, both of these babes were cuddled into me. I woke them up and told them I had to go home. They both kissed me goodbye, we exchanged information and they promised me that there were a lot more adventures to come.
When I got home, my wife was passed out in bed with Jessie. Both were naked. Jessie had a tit hanging out of the covers, it was a little saggy compared to the ladies I just spent the evening with.
I started cooking some eggs, but couldn't help of thinking of Amanda and Mary.
I have to confess, I think I am falling in love with two women I just met at an adult bookstore... I've never been treated like that in my life, I felt like a king. Not only was everyone sexually satisfied, we all got along great. Maybe I'm just too deep into a fantasy with two young ladies... but honestly I want more of them. Not even concerned with fucking my wife at this point.

What ever happened to the dude trying to nail his buddy's wife by having her clean his place?

Was meint Ihr? Soll ich den Nagel durch meinen Schwanz schlagen?
What do you think? Shall I drive the nail through my cockhead?

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Nadeln hatte ich bereits einige in meinem Schwanz. Meine dickste Nadel war 2mm. Der Schmerz ist ist auszuhalten, geil ist aber der Kick, wenn sich die Nadel durch meinen Schwanz bohrt und ihn dann vollständig aufspießt.
Als Steigerung habe ich jetzt schon seit längerem im Kopf, meinen Schwanz mit einem 4mm dicken Nagel aufzuspießen. Bisher habe ich mich allerdings noch nicht getraut es zu verwirklichen.
Würdet ihr das gerne sehen, wie meine Eichel von dem Nagel durchbohrt wird? Habt ihr Ideen oder Wünsche wie es passieren soll? Oder gibt es hier sogar eine Frau, ein Pärchen oder eine kleine Gruppe, die das machen würden?

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I have already some experience with needles skewered through my cockhead. The biggest one was of 2mm thickness. The pain is bearable, but it is always incredible when the needle skeweres my dick completely.
As a next challenge I have the idea to drive a 4mm nail through my cockhead already for a while. But until now I did not find the courage to bring it to reality.
Would you like to see my cockhead completely skewered by this big nail? Do you have any further ideas or wishes how I should make it? Is there any woman, couple or small group who would like to make it?

Been trying to nail this married bitch for a while, add her to the tally

My girl met a tattoo artist through a friend and has now been driving 80 miles every weekend for 3 months. She said he did all this and more on the front for a couple hundred bucks and that humanely just wants her to model his artwork for a magazine he wants to start. She says she's not fucking him but she has came back twice with no new work. She said he got walk-ins and never got to her and she called him on speakerphone and said he is married and she's beautiful but he's not fucking her. She also never told me he was black but he obviously was when I heard his voice. His social media is private and he won't add me.  We've been having great sex lately and she's been getting her nails done and bring some sexy outfits she buys for the photoshoots so I'm more attracted to her than ever. Accusing her of cheating didn't go well for me but it's bothering me, what should I do, and do you think she is or not?

Since a while im interested in Crossdressing.New Year is soon so what better way to start then making it a new Year resolution. 
If I manage to gatter enough Corage, I will by some Items. I wish some Crossdressers, and Trans People would give me a little bit of Feetback. We can also talk a little if you want.
If your just horny for femboys, your welcome to.
I made a few Pics of me you can check out on my Profilpage.
And I can make more if you need more Context. But if I paint my Nails, what would you recommend for me? I was thinking of Green, or Blue. 

For me dressing, I found this super cute Item.Pink would be to pale on me I fear. https://www.ebay-kleinanzeigen.de/s-anzeige/dessous-lingerie-unterwaesche-reizwaesche-erotik-neu/1954879510-154-3417
And I allways wanted to wear Suspenders.https://www.ebay-kleinanzeigen.de/s-anzeige/strapsguertel-nylon-strumpfhalter-dessous-reizwaesche-gr-36-38-neu/1915286572-154-941whit that Tangahttps://www.ebay-kleinanzeigen.de/s-anzeige/damen-tanga-slip-neu-/1960703061-154-2829I souldnt forget looking up the Sizes later.

So ahem, so yeah, from the little you saw, would I look cute in it? And which Colore would fit me?

Which Nails do you like the best????

Nails Option 1

Nails Option 2

I painted my nails pink. Normally I paint them black

GERMANY 1944 - A MOM-DAUGHTER STORY OF SEX AND VIOLENCE

Paola, the chief interrogator for Himmler’s SS, was the perfect example of that. She had no limits to her depravity. No loyalty even to her family would stop her from following the orders of her Nazi masters. It was rumored that she was once one of Himmler’s own mistresses. She may have been too hard even for him. Two bodies of young beautiful victims were once seen being dragged out of the Himmler’s bedroom after Paola had had her fun with them. Both were gutted from crotch to sternum. A sign of torture all over their bodies and obviously torture was focused on their genital area. This was her reputation but could even she be as demonic as what she was accused of doing to her own daughter?

As a test of her loyalty, Paola was told that her daughter was seen talking with resistance leaders and was suspected of being a spy. He wanted to know the truth and if the daughter was a traitor did that mean that the mother was too? The best way to find out was to have Paola do the interrogation.

Paola had her daughter, Daniela, dragged to her basement interrogation area. Her henchmen had the young girl tied up her arms over her head wrist tied to a ring in the ceiling.

Paola was alone with her. She simply asked her daughter if the rumors were true and Daniela of course denied it. This response pleased Paola because she now had a reason to torture her own daughter.

She started by showing Daniela a foot long sharp knife. She held it up to the girl’s face and enjoyed watching the terror in the young girl’s eyes. Paola pressed the knife to Daniela’s belly then under her shirt she ripped up tearing the shirt in half, exposing her daughter’s firm young breasts. The girl screamed and pleaded ‘how can you do this to me, mother?’ That was all music to Paola’s ears.

“Because I like it” she said.

Her daughter’s nipples were hard and pointed due to fear no doubt. Paola pressed the sharp end of the knife under her daughter’s right nipple. She could feel the slight pressure and then a shape pain as the edge cut into the little nipple and caused a small amount of blood to seep out. The girl screamed. Paola laughed. “Just tell me the truth and all this will stop. You have been seeing some traitors to your country have you not?”

Daniela denied it and screamed “no”. With that Paola simply pulled the knife blade up and in one smooth move cut her daughter’s right nipple off at the base. The nipple flew off and landed on the floor and Daniela screamed in pain, fear and despair. Her own mother had just disfigured her and insured that she would never suckle a baby at that breast or feel a lover suck on that perfect tip on her tit.

“The truth now, Daniela?” Paola said.

Daniela almost fainted and shook her head no.

Paola suddenly stabbed her in the belly an inch below her belly button right though her cotton trousers. The foot long knife slid right into her tight teenaged belly and ended only when the hilt pressed against her skin. She twisted the knife to the left then the right. She watched her daughter squirm and twist her body trying to move back but her tied wrist held her in place. “Wrong answer baby.” The evil Paola showed no emotion other than pleasure as she worked at painfully killing her own daughter. She would prove her loyalty to Himmler. She yanked the knife out of her daughters belly and a spray of blood followed. A loud ‘umph’ grunted out of Alessandra’s throat.

Paola pulled down Daniela’s pants and her panties. Leaving her naked and a steam of blood flowed down her belly and into her sparse pubic hair.

Paola took the bloody knife and ran the point up and down Daniela’s bush, gently scrapping it though her nether hair, not cutting her but terrorizing her in the process. The point ran over her daughter’s tinny clit and then down between her cunt lips to her virginal opening. She very carefully inserted the knife into Daniela’s cunthole. She was careful not to cut her inner walls but slid the knife deep up inside her daughter’s twat. Half way up the length of the blade.

At this point Paola was so excited that she did not care about the truth of the interrogation she only thought about the thrill of the fact that she was about to continue to torture and kill her own daughter.

Daniela was crying and begging and denying but none of that would stop Paola. She pulled the knife out a few inches then suddenly she shoved the knife way up deep into Daniela’s cunthole. She pulled the knife half way out and thrust it deeply back into her belly through the vaginal sleeve. She was knife fucking Daniela. Blood poured from between Daniela’s legs. Paola stood back to enjoy the sight. She saw the knife sticking out of her daughter’s cunthole. It was right up to the hilt buried deep into the young girl cunt.

Daniela was beyond protest. She screamed and wiggled her body twisting around taking the hard knife up her snatch.

Paola then pulled the knife up. The sharp blade cut her clit in half and then her bladder, intestines, through her belly button until it stopped at her sternum. Paola watched as the new cunt slit she created up her own daughter’s body spilled her intestines all over the floor.

She looked into Daniela’s pretty eyes as they looked at her in confusion and fear and then faded to a glassy stare as the life left Daniela’s body.

Paola reached under her short dress and fingered her own cunt to a full satisfying orgasm.

What Paola did not know was that she was doomed to her own deadly fate regardless of that occurred in her attempt get her daughter’s confession. I was the one who would give her that gift.

Paola now lay back, still splattered with her daughter’s blood. She pulled out a long cigarette lit it and took a deep breath. She felt satisfied and complete. She was wearing a black leather outfit. Paola still wore her German coat with the symbols of Nazi Germany resplendent on the epilates on her shoulder and the swastika on the arm band. She wore matching panties and bra. A swastika emblazed right over the crotch of her leather panties. As she reviewed the killing in her mind, she found her hand wandering around her body touching her breasts and then down her belly to the spot she favored between her legs. She slid her hand under the tiny bikini bottom and felt the sparse dark hairs between her legs over her mound until she reached her long smooth wet little slit. She thought of the knife shoved up her daughter’s twat and rubbed her clit again. She circled the little knob over her hood and slipped the side of the panties aside and slid in a finger from her other hand. She began to slowly fuck her cunthole as she manipulated her throbbing clit with the other hand.

That’s how Sabrina found her. Sabrina stood at the door way. Paola was oblivious of her presence. Sabrina watched as the smoke from the cigarette drifted up from Paola’s open mouth to ring over her head. Her legs were spread wide. The crotch of her Nazi uniform panties was pushed to the side showing her naked pussy, so wet and dripping and pink as her fingers raced in and out and her other hand rubbed her sensitive clit.

Sabrina hated Paola not because of Paola’s sadism since Sabrina was trying to outdo her on that point. She hated her because Paola had risen so far of the power chain and Sabrina being so young would have to wait a long while, as long as Paola lived, before she could take that position.

Sabrina walked into the room and got on her knees between Paola’s legs before Paola suddenly perceived that she was there. “Oh, Sabrina, what a surprise are you hungry girl? If so you may have desert first.” She spread her legs wider and pulled the panties crotch band further apart so that her spread open cunt slit was so evident. Taking both hands, Paola spread her lips apart showing the wet pink interior glistening with the juices she had just brought forth.

“Have a lick, girl.”

Sabrina tipped her head down and licked the full length of Paola’s sweet slit form her taint to the clit and back down again.

Paola threw her head back mouth open smoke enveloping her head and smiled. She grabbed the girl’s head and pulled Sabrina into her crotch forcing her twat against the teenagers face. She rubbed her cunt all over Sabrina’s face loving the dirty feeling it gave her. She then took her cigarette and quickly placed the flaming head on the back of Sabrina’s head. Sabrina’s scream was muffled since her mouth was pressed so tight against Paola’s crotch. Paola came at that moment. Her whole body tingled and jerked as she humped the girl’s face and pressed the hot tip of the cigarette into the back of the girl’s neck. A torrent of fluid flowed over Sabrina’s sweet face.

Sabrina managed to pull back breaking Paola’s grip. She sat back on her knees. Her butt on her heals. Her hand went to her burned neck. There were tears in her eyes. “Why the fuck did you do that, auntie?”

Paola answered, “Because it felt good to me to do it. It is a learning experience for you my little slut niece. By the way dear, I would not complain if I was you. I just killed your cousin, my own daughter. “She then laughed at the surprised expression on the little girl’s face.

“Yes she is hanging in the next room with my knife shoved up her cunt. I was thinking that a matching pair of knife fucked teenaged cunts would look nice in my photo album. You do look a lot alike. Stand up and take off your clothes or I’ll kill you right now.”

Sabrina quickly stood and just as quickly stripped off her clothes. Paola looked her body over up and down and admired the small pert tits with their stiff nipples pointed at the sky. She had a small tight belly slimming down to a prominent pubic mound covered with some light blond hair. Her cunt was almost invisible it was so small and had such a tight slit but her clit was visible at the top, much larger than normal.

Paola stood up and suddenly grabbed the girl between the legs and squeezed the delicate cunt with her right hand. She then dug in her nails on either side of the lips and pressed.

“I could rip your little snatch off with my hand before you could move. I know you don’t like me so it will not bother me a bit to ‘de-cunt’ you. Spread your legs child I think I will taste you instead. I am a fickle woman. “

The girl did as she was told and Paola expertly ate her twat. Sabrina came in Paula’s face. Paola licked up all the cum from Sabrina’s little pussy and gave her large clit a few extra sucks to get it all. She then bit the girls clit so hard that she cut it in half with her teeth stepping back to watch Sabrina’s reaction.

This was to scream again and again her hands went to her bleeding torn clit.

Paola stood there her legs open her uniform shirt bristling in all its Nazi glory. Her legs spread and the swastika between her legs twisted in such a way that her wet pussy was exposed and still dripping. She threw back her head and laughed again.

Sabrina noted the distraction in the evil yet beautiful woman. Just as Paola’s eyes returned to her, Sabrina reached over to Paola’s side table. She grabbed a stiletto left carelessly on that table. She quickly thrust it up and into Paola’s firm mound. Paola’s mouth opened in shock, surprise and pain. Sabrina followed up with an upward thrust ripping Paola’s mound open penetrating her bladder and spilling blood and urine on the floor before Paola could even scream.

Sabrina stepped back leaving the knife stuck deep in Paola’s belly. It looked obscene like a large black cock sticking out of Paola’s cuntmound.

Paola looked down and instinctively grabbed the handle she tried to pull it out but the pain intensified. She staggered backward still gripping the handle of the knife stuck deep in her lower belly.

Sabrina looked around and found another object. It was a curved sword of a Mideast origin. She grabbed it and ran at Paola again and again aimed at her crotch. She shoved the sword right up Paola’s cunthole deep to her womb.

This time Paola screamed and fell back on the floor.

Sabrina had let go of the sword too and watched as Paola withered on the floor one hand on each instrument of death sticking from her ruined crotch. Her clit had been cut directly in two by the sharp edge of the sword as traveled up her body into her womb.

Sabrina felt her orgasm building even though her own clit had nearly been severed by Paola’s teeth. She was about to cum watching her aunt die in agony and humiliation.

She got down on her knees next to Paola’s face. “How does that feel in your cunt Aunt?”

Paola was in terrible pain, she knew she would bleed out if she didn’t get help right away. But her hatred for her niece was stronger than her fear or her pain. She reached behind her back as her niece was focused on Paola’s pain ridden face, and touched the handle of the knife hidden under the band of the back of her leather panties.

“Look what you did to me you bitch. How could you do that to your own family?” Paola ironically screamed.

Sabrina took her at her word and turned her head actually turning her body. With her head just over Paula’s belly and her eyes staring at the blood pouring out of Paola’s crotch she said “yes I see what I did and it is absolutely beautiful. Too bad you can’t see the steel deep in your cunt.” She laughed but not for long.

Paola’s hand came from behind her back and thrust the knife into the left side of Sabrina’s ribs. The six inch knife when right between two ribs and stuck deep into the teenager’s heart. Sabrina felt the stab and the pain and knew she was a dead girl. She was defeated at the last second of her victory.

Sabrina’s body collapsed over her aunt. She died in seconds.

Paola’s body guard finally heard the commotion that made him think this was not the usual torture session of his mistress. He then ran into the room and saw the terrible mess in front of him.

Paola sighed with relief. Her wounds, as terrible as they felt, would not kill her if her trusted guard would get her to a doctor and save her.

He ran over and saw the opportunity he so often wished for and took advantage of it.

“Mistress I’ve always wanted to rape you and kill you but now your cunt is too messed up to do that. I might cut my dick if I fucked your evil cunt” he laughed, “but there is an alternative” he said as he unzipped, his large Nazi cock popped out. He also took his army issue knife out. He grabbed Paola’s hair and wrapped it around his cock and started jerking off on Paola’s face using her hair as a sort of lubricant. He held the knife to her neck and when he came, shooting hot sticky cum all over Paola’s face and in her hair, and he shoved the knife deep into the side of Paola’s throat severing her jugular. Blood shot out all over and mixed with the cum on her lips her cheeks, her hair and her neat Nazi jacket.

Paola was dead, humiliated, a sword up her cunt and deep into her womb, a knife in her sex mound and covered in the seamen of her favorite trusted body guard. Good help is hard to find even in Nazi Germany in 1944.

I always liked my brother's fiancee. We got along nicely and talked about everything very openly. One day she expressed a certain curiosity for the stuff I'm "into", so I showed her my collection of sex toys. Her eyes widened with excitement ... my brother's? Not so much. He is and always will be the vanilla guy. She asked me what this and that is for, how you use it and so on. Some months after that we talked again (this time privately) about her own collection, that she since got and how she wishes to use it. She said, that my brother tries his best, but just isn't into it at all. Her fantasies were quiet hot to be honest - the usual stuff, but she told them in a way that got me instantly hard. You might want me to tell you that I took her right then and there, but no. I'm not the kinda guy, that fucks his brother's fiancee just because it would be fun.

So I watched those two over the next couple of months while they somewhat drifted apart. He got more into his hobbies than spending time with her, which led to him breaking of the engagement. I asked her how she is doing and she seemed quite ok with it. She also thanked me for showing her a site of herself she never knew she had and wished to stay in contact with me.

A few weeks later I get a call from her inviting me to her new place for a chat and some tea. As soon as I arrived and enter her apartment, I knew what was up. She wore her tiny skin-tight shorts and sports bra, sweating from her work-out. My brother got her into sports and damn the results spoke for themselves. She always had a great figure, but now she just looked like a freaking model. I asked her if she forgot our meetup and if I should come back another day, but she simple replied with a little wink and a "I just needed a quick work-out". Immediately I got an erection that was pretty hard to hide, but I tried. She let me in and asked if I wanted something to drink. I just looked down and back up at her and said that a tea would be fine. While we waited for the water to boil, she sat opposite me at the table and started some small talk. I think she recognized I wasn't really listening, so she stood up and pointed at a few clothes that laid on the floor. "Sorry for the mess, I still haven't really moved in you know". I looked around the flat and saw, that it was absolutely clean and tidy. If she didn't place those items right where she knew I would be sitting, I will eat a broom. "Just let me put those in the washing machine really quick and then we will have our tea." This is the first time I really looked at the items as she walked over. It were her god damn used panties! All crusty and dirty. What I would give to just be able to sniff those for a minute... She bend over and down to pick them up ... in the perfect height for me to just tear down those shorts and put my dick right into her if I wanted. And what an ass she got! If you saw it on a tiny figure like hers you would think that those would be implants. Just thick enough on a petite one like her. Then she stood up and went into the bathroom, while I was still staring at the place where her ass was just a moment ago. At this point I was just horny, plain and simple. Should I just walk into the bathroom and take her? My conscience got the better of me and figuratively glued me to my chair.
She came back out and prepared the tea for us. As she walked over to the table, she sat down on the chair next to me and spoke about some work-related stuff. My "mhm"s and "yeah, that's tough"s seemed to be enough for her for now, but in my head the only thought I had was "fuck her, fuck her, fuck her". This chant was interrupted by her mouth close to my ear whispering "What else do I have to do for you to finally put your cock in my mouth?". For a second, that felt like ten, I just sat there and her words simply did not compute. I felt her hand on my thigh slowly finding it's way up to my cock.

That's the moment I pulled my chair back and looked at her. "Oh don't tell me you don't want me to get you off? I have always seen how you looked at me." I felt caught for my glances in the past at her cleavage and by my own general horniness, but that didn't matter right now. "No, I just wanted to make space for you". I stood up, pulled down my pants and sat back down again. She immediately looked at my cock and I could see the slight hint of disappointment in her eyes. "You know, I always wondered what your cock would look like. Your brother is an inch or two bigger than you." She grabbed it and gave it a few strokes. With my dick still in her hand and a cheeky little smirk on her face she got close to my ear and said "But now that I have it in my hand, I can feel that your's is thicker than his" and started to kiss my neck. I can't believe she remembered my sexual weak spot from the talks we had way back. A little moan escaped my mouth, which just encouraged her. I could feel that my initial doubts and resistance started to fade away and I just enjoyed what was happening. In one fell swoop I grabbed her neck and abrasively pulled her face in front of mine. "You want my cock in your mouth? Then open it." With a slightly confused but aroused look she did as told and open her mouth with a little pop sound. The forceful push I gave her head on my dick was met with almost no resistance at all. I laid my head back and closed my eyes as I could feel her relax and just going to town on my cock. The small dribble of saliva flowing down my shaft towards my balls felt amazing and her slick moves with her tongue incredible. It's like my brother always told me: This girl loooooves giving head and does it with a passion shared by few others.

"Get up!"
If I didn't already knew it from our previous conversations, her rapid movement told me, that she always wanted for a sexual partner to talk to her like that. She stood in front of me, eagerly waiting for further instructions.
"Take off your clothes ... slowly"
A faint strand of spit in the corner of her mouth glistened in the evening sun as she smiled and started to gradually pull up her sports bra. Her two perky breasts stared right back at me. "I always wondered what your tits may look like. I have to say, I'm not disappointed at all." Button-like nipples and puffy ghost areolas with some freckles on a B cup. Still mesmerized from this sight, I began to stroke my cock. She dropped the bra on the floor and pulled down her shorts. Underneath it was a freshly-trimmed pussy with large outer labia, hiding the rest of it. What could not be hiding was the fact, that she was wet as fuck. No wonder her other panties looked the way they did. "My brother once told me, that you already come from blowing a guy. I think I believe him now."

This perfect image of a woman now stood in front of me and zealously glanced at my cock. "Oh, you want it that much?" Just a simple nod and a lick over her lips confirmed it. "Then kneel with your head against the wall". She got into position as did I. Standing above her with my dick right in front of her head I slowly pushed it towards her mouth, till the back of her head touched the wall. "Now open up". As soon as she did, I almost violently shoved my cock in her mouth and started fucking it. I could feel her gasping for air, but right now I didn't care. When I finally let her breath, small trickles of tears ran down her cheeks and my cock was almost as wet of her spit as it would have been fucking her. I could see some drops of liquid were forming under her pussy. As soon as she regained her breath, I just started again by grabbing her head and just violating her head against the wall. Her ecstasy reached a level where I could hear her moan and gag simultaneously. I pulled back out to let her breath, but she only said "no, keep going! I'm almost there." My balls were now so wet as well, that you could hear the sound of them clashing against her chin. The nails of her fingers almost drilled themselves into my ass as she was grabbing it towards her. She wanted every single inch of me in her. My movement was as fast as my body would let me and with a loud moan I came in her throat. With a gulping sound she swallowed every single drop she could get and even tried to suck for more with my cock still deeply buried in her mouth.

"Are you happy now?" I asked while pulling out of her. She looked on the floor towards the now quite big lake of her pussy juice, looked back up at me. "You have no idea how happy I am now." My cock still dangled on her face and she smiled. With her tongue she clean my cock and licked everything dry. I pull her ponytail and forced her to look up at me. "Don't forget the floor." She began to lick her own juices from the floor, ass up and nipples barely touching the ground. I sat back down on the chair with my now flaccid cock. "If you liked that ... there are many more things you could like that I could do to you. If that is what you want?" She crawled on all fours towards me. "Show me. Please."

I think that is enough for one message. btw, if you haven't guessed already, this is just a made-up story that I had to get off my mind.

Fuck thats a big cock for that girl https://xhamster.com/videos/nailed-by-monster-xhrFAf6

oke guys. My boyfriend wanted that I have pink nails. But I wanted black nails, I have to stand up for myself and not care what my boyfriend says. It isn't always easy and I'n not a feminist but sometimes I want to do what I want.

I made my nails black. By boyfriend didn't wanted this, he wanted my nails pink.

I painted my nails pink

Which one would u choice right or left titty to put a nail thru

Last night was incredible. I am fifty three years old and between houses, so I stayed at an ex, who was now, just a friend. It also happens that her complete Goddess of daughter, is also there, even referring to me as her long, lost uncle, to her friends and such. This same little twenty seven year old hottie got a bit drunk last night, and confessed her dirty thoughts about me, to me, and got roughed up, a bit, enjoying coaxing two loads into her amazingly talented, little mouth. It was sweet beyond description. I cannot even begin to describe how fucking beautiful and how beautifully fuckable, this gorgeous girl was. We swore we would keep it a secret so we dont  ruffle any feathers with her mom, and promised each other we would do it again. She feels so good. The best I have ever had, hands down...and so willing to do anything, and I mean anything, to turn me on. It feels surreal. She is amazing and I cannot wait to be with her again, soon. I just pray her mom doesn't find out. She is kinda bat shit crazy and I hate to think of what she is capable of doing, but I am sure she would find something pretty messed up for me, if she ever does find out. Fuck it, though, because it is worth it to be able to nail her hot daughter, no matter what she does

The wife side hustled CS nails. During one of her live sessions her best friend Dani called me. Dani asked which set I liked? We've been fucking for months now, I said I didn't care. She asked which set I'd like to see wrapped around my cock? I told her to pick a set, I'd get her a matching collar and leash. A few minutes later I hear my wife rattle off two sets that Dani just bought. I don't know the names, ones electric blue, the other is bubble gum pink. Petco has matching collar and leash in electric blue. I'm now trying to find a hog tie kit in pink. This bitch is literally paying my wife to fuck me...

Best part was the end. My wife says "please post photos of your manicures". Dani asks me " think she'd recognize the flesh tone of your cock if I did a selfie?

LENT
I give up jesus for Satan
I give up on the holy spirit for Satan
Blaspheme each of the 40 days for the glory of Satan
I shit and piss on jesus and the holy spirit
I give all praise to Satan
Pursue Depravity and Lust each day
Sin each day to drive the nails deeper
Take Pleasure in the pain
Make Pain your Pleasure
HAIL SATAN
He is the One to guide me each day
Renounce jesus and the holy spirit each day
HAIL SATAN
NEMA

Wife sells color street. I thought it'd be fun to remote toy her during nail parties. We did a couple quick audio checks to make sure the mic doesn't pick up the vibe. We decided on a safe word and then she went live for the party. She definitely had a lot more energy and enthusiasm in that party. You have to do it enough to tease, but not so much that she fucks up and costs us a sale.

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Good Luck with the exam, I am sure you will nail it.
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