My (former) wife to be didn't want me to invite my brother and his husband to the wedding.
Easy choice.
I hope she marries some closeted guy who comes out after being with her. She probably doesn't let the dogs on the furniture.

I confess that I just hate these god-damn niggers running around. A few days ago I had to go to the bank to cash a check. It was a sizable amount so had to go inside instead of the drive-thru. I went in and stood in the long ling waiting for a teller while looking around. I haven't been in there since last month and the place looked like shit! The nice furniture they had before was replaced by some mauve upholstery and the nice shiny stone floor was replaced by this ugly tan carpeting!

When the line moved up, I got closer to the tellers. Three were humans and one was a big fat sheboon with corn rows and a gold front tooth. I thought it was a male at first but two saggy mountains were attached to its chest! I silently prayed that I would get one of the humans, 3/4 odds isn't bad odds. Finally, the lady in front of me was called up by a man and the nigger was the only one open. It hollered "Next?! C'mon up he-re Mista!". I pretended like I didn't notice since I wanted to wait for a human but they were busy with customers.

The idiot behind me tapped me on my shoulder and said "That lady on the left is open, sir." Then I just decided to go up to the sheboon as I was too considerate of others to hold up a line like a nigger would. I went up to the sheboon and presented my check to it.

"Is this real?" it asked me with an odd ball glance. I nodded silently but was thinking "of course it is you stupid ass nigger!" Then the sheboon typed into the computer and had me give my ID. I been a customer of this bank for 12 years and this was the first nigger who serviced me. I had given it a form so it would deposit most and I wanted two thousand eighty in cash. I was given a receipt that showed the money was now in my account.

The nigger started counting out the cash I was owed and when finished, gave me it. I counted it to myself because I didn't trust this nigger and sure enough I was about two hundred short! I axed the sheboon that it made a mistake and I needed two hundred more. "But Is counted it, mista!" it yelled out. I said "No, when I counted there was two hundred missing. Can I see the manager!" The nigger snarled and yelled back "You musta hid it in yours pocket! I counted the change right!"

All the commotion had alerted a security guard who came over and demanded to know what the problem was. I told him that this sheboon took $200 from me. She screamed that she counted it fairly and that I was hiding it. The manager finally came over from hearing the loud fuss the sheboon was making and asked what was going on. I filled him in while the sow began squealing that she counted it right. I gave him the money and he counted it. Sho nuff, there was $200 short. He told the sheboon so but she yelled "He musta hided it!" I said that the sheboon saw me count the money right in front of her and I had no time to hide anything. I said they could even look at the surveillance camera if they wanted.

After I brought up the camera, miraculously the sheboon put $200 on the counter saying it fell on the floor while she was counting. I didn't buy it at all because niggers are criminals. I don't know how this one got a job at the bank unless AA or a liberal was responsible. The manager apologized to me and gave me a free tote bag that they give out to those who open new accounts. I didn't accept and told him that I wanted to close my account. This one niggerfuxated experience was enough for me!

I then left the bank and got into my car. I then called a friend to tell him of what happened. Twenty minutes or so later, I started to pull out of the parking lot but then as I'm driving away I see that sheboon with two security guards outside the building! I think it got fired or arrested..or both . I won't be going to that bank again. If they are stupid enough to hire one nigger then more and more will come in eventually. My friend recommended his bank that doesn't have any nigger tellers at all and that's where I opened a new account that very day.

Anybody else ever have coon-tact with niggers, and it just ruins your day?

As of last week I have now seen a bottomless or more naked woman in all my neighbors houses to all four sides of my house. And in three of the houses I've seen two or more woman over the years. But I was never very close to any of the windows. I saw all of them but the newest one from my patio furniture where I always go to smoke like 20 times a day so I'm pretty sure they knew there was a good chance I would be sitting the most of the time and got dressed in front of the window on purpose. One of the girls I ended up sleeping with off and on for a few years till she moved. The newest girl was my neighbors college daughter who is home for covid evidently.

I had this friend that I was infatuated with for a long time. She was around 5'10, tall for a girl, really thin, but she had amazing eyes, brown hair, and always wore this strawberry lotion for VS that drove me crazy. One night she called me, crying, saying her and her friend didn't have anywhere to go. She was staying with her friend and that girl's dad had gotten upset at them about something and kicked them both out. I didn't have a room, but I had a couple of couches, so I said yeah, I'd come and get them.
When I pulled up, the friend was absolutely gorgeous, too. She was shorter, around 5'4, blonde, with a chin dimple, and curves. Brought them out to my house and told them to make themselves at home. Figured I would give them a week or two to figure out something permanent. They don't put much effort into it. They don't look for work, don't look for a place to stay, and aren't cleaning up after themselves. The only benefit of it was that we would go out and they would wear these amazingly skin tight tube dresses, the kind that don't have shoulders and arms. Always the same two dresses, and they'd alternate which one wore which, but definitely got me attention with them on my arm.
One night we were driving home and they started dancing to the radio seductively in the truck as I'm driving down the road. The fried, Amy, peeled her dress down, but had a strapless bra and her tits were huge, definitely a D cup. It was a wonder I didn't wreck because I kept looking over hoping a nipple would fall out. They were just teasing, giggling and getting within a couple of inches of each other's lips. We got home and they passed out; I went to my room to jerk off thinking about them.
Lounging around the house, Amy would wear these loose tops and her boob would fall out. Her nipples were really dark, much darker than I expected, but the shape of her tits was incredible. They are still the best tits I've ever seen to this day. I would point out that a titty came out but she'd laugh and say she didn't care. One day I was talking to her in the hallway and she went to go into the bathroom and opened the door. Tiffany, the one I knew first, was standing there naked in the shower. No one noticed for a second and then Tiffany screamed and Amy laughed and went in and shut the door. More jerking off for me. Tiffany was so tall and slender, tits were maybe a B cup, but it was her legs and wet hair that I thought of.
After around two weeks, I start hinting around, asking if they had found a place. They said they hadn't, but we all knew I wasn't going to kick them out. They could just flirt and tease with me and I'd be all excited about that instead. One night we were sitting around the house drinking and it got to the point that they were talking about sex, how much they liked it rough. "Necessary pain" was the term they used. At some point we started taking body shots where I would take shots from their cleavage and them from my crotch. They then ran into my bedroom for a minute and came out wearing matching underwear. They jumped up on my coffee table and told me to put some music on. I did and they told me sit down on the couch. They danced together, a couple of kisses here and there, and would pull the bra straps to the side, but wouldn't take them off. Amy's ass was perfectly round; more jiggle than I expected, but still nice. Tiffany had an ass that was super tight. After what seemed like forever, it was clear that they weren't going to take off anything, just bending over and giggling to each other. I sat up and said I was going to lay down. Then Amy said, we know you're going to jerk off! My face turned red. Older now, I realize that it was obvious and shouldn't have been anything to be embarrassed about, but at the time it was as if they had discovered my darkest secret. What are you talking about?, I asked. Tiffany said, It's fine. We know you do it thinking about us. I said whatever and went into my room. I was laying in bed thinking there was no way I could ever masturbate now, they had ruined it and would think I was a pervert.
That is when there was a knock on my door. Come in, I said, and they both came in. Amy jumped on my bed, sitting on her legs and Tiffany stood by the door. Amy asked if I was jerking off yet. I said, No, I told you I don't do that. Amy called me a liar. She punched my leg, laughing, and then said she wanted to watch. I said no way, but Tiffany had this look in her eyes. Fuck it.
I asked if they were going to help and they both said no (fuck my feelings). Amy said they would dance for me. They stood in the middle of the room and started dancing. My cock was hard, but I was reluctant to touch it. Then they kissed... a long kiss. Amy's hands reached up and grabbed Tiffany's head, Tiffany's hands grabbed Amy's ass and squeezed. That was enough to make me grab my dick and start stroking underneath the covers. Amy moved behind Tiffany, both of them facing me. Nuh uh, I want to see it, she said. I told her they didn't get to me if I didn't get to see them. They both kind of giggled and Amy reached up and grabbed the cups of Tiffany's bra - you mean these? as she pulled them open. Tiffany reached up to cover her nipples, but I saw them. I pulled the blanket away and showed them what I was doing. Tiffany bit the bottom of her lip and Amy smiled. Amy reached behind her back and unclasped her bra and then undid Tiffany's. They both stood at the foot of my bed, barely dancing, but watching me until I came. Then real quickly they said goodnight and left my room.
A few nights later we had gone out to drink and when we got home, they both passed out on the couches. As I was walking to my room, I could see Amy's tit hanging out of the side of her shirt. I stared at it for a second, my dick getting hard. I pulled it out and stood over her, jerking my cock. I couldn't resist and reached my hand out and felt her nipple between my fingers. She didn't move, so I bent down and licked it. I put my mouth over her nipple and sucked, circling the nipple with my tongue. Right as I was about to come, Tiffany stirred on the other couch. I jumped up and jumped into the hallway, frozen, afraid I was busted. But she was only adjusting. After a while, I walked back into the living room and stood over Tiffany. She had an a t-shirt, so not as easy access. When I pulled her blanket back, though, she had these satin panties with thin strings over her hips. There was tape on the sides (is this a thing?) but I pulled them to the side and saw her pussy. My cock was hard again, so I pulled it out. I was debating whether to try and fuck her, but it was way too risky. I tried to move to a position that I could put my dick in her mouth, but because of the furniture, I couldn't get in the right spot to squat down enough. I went back to Amy and put her hand around my dick, using it to jerk off as I stared at her tits until I came.
The next few weeks were uneventful, arguing about their mess, not working, etc. There had been an evening when they were trying on bathing suits in my room and modeling them for a couple of my buddies that were over. I took that opportunity to sneak into the backyard and watch them changing through my window; didn't get to cum though. Then came the day that they needed a couple of favors.
Tiffany had ridden with me to town and asked to borrow $20. I asked her how she was going to pay it back. She wasn't borrowing, she was asking to have $20. She laughed and said yeah, but I told her no. She begged and I said I'm not giving money away for free. She tried to negotiate with housework, but I said that was going to be done anyway before the weekend or they were out. About a mile from the house, she asked if I wanted to jerk off to her again. I said yeah, we could do that, but then she clarified that she wanted to borrow the money for something before we got to the house. So I pulled over and told her take her tits out. She leaned back in the seat and pulled her shirt up. I pulled my cock out and looked at her. I told her to rub them and she did. I asked her for her hand and it was so sexy the way that she kept kinda pulling back and then deciding yes as it got closer to my dick. Then she was jerking me off and I was squeezing her tit with my hand. I asked her to suck and she just made the sound that means no without saying it. I was going to just take the hj then, but I wasn't cumming. I reached behind her head and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her down gently and said, Come on, just for a second. She opened her lips and slid it into her mouth. That did the trick. I don't think I lasted thirty seconds in her mouth. She sat up, opened the door, and spit it outside. We headed toward the house and I left the truck running. I gave her $40 and told her she could have it and get two of whatever she was wanting, but not to be gone too long with my truck.
When I got inside, Amy was CLEANING the house with music blaring, wearing a black nightie and in her own little world. I got a nice view of her ass cheeks while she was bent over dusting and startled her when she turned around. We laughed for a second and she asked where Tiffany was. Told her she was making a run to town. I'll finish the story if there is interest.

I admit that I seduced my prudish girlfriend on our first date.
I met her on a dating site and agreed to pick her up from her house. she still lives with her dad and I live with my parents as well. I took her to the nearest city with a downtown area and we walked.

It honestly wasn't that hard, I just used a few tips I had picked up from reading pick up forums a couple years back. I made her laugh, flirted lightly, and took her hand on a gamble as we crossed the street. It stuck, and we were holding hands the rest of the date. I even took her to the top of a parking structure where we made fun of people and I massaged her back and shoulders.
She is black, around 5'4 with a nice ass. she has voluptuous curves but isn't fat, has decently firm c-cup breasts and a very cute face. I'm white, 6'4 and athletic because I move furniture.

We eventually came back to my house and made a fire and started making out. I picked her up from the fire and took her up to the treehouse in the back yard and eventually had her clothes off as we made out. I didn't fuck her that night, she wouldn't let me, but I fingered her.

She's had one other boyfriend and he was the only one she slept with before meeting me. Until then she'd never been seduced.

No pics of her face, but if you ask nicely, perhaps tits.

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.

There were two slutty chicks in college who probably fucked every straight guy in school. We'll call them M and C. I was friends with M. She made it clear she loved sex. Of course we fucked but it was weird fucking her and knowing that pretty much every kid I knew probably fucked her. After graduation she vanished. Relocated. I guess she needed to start over.
I wasn't friends with C. She was a rich kid whose daddy paid for her own apartment. She had practically no furniture. She had a revolving door of guys who would fuck her on a mattress on the floor. I didn't fuck her. She insisted on condoms, and M hated them, as do I.

I've been spying on my neighbor all summer while she's been doing yard work .

So many loads dumped watching those floppy tits flop around .

It's so hard catching the nipple flashes in the moment , but she's been flash those tits all summer .

I've moved my lawn furniture over just slightly for her sitting where she could see directly up my loose shorts exposing my semi hard cock .

Pretty sure she's seen , we've exchanged a couple smiles here and there , she's alot older then I am and a fat fuck but that ass ain't no joke , ide fuck the shit outta this fat bitch and slap those floppers around .

My best friend went off to college 2 months ago. We are both 18. About a week after he left his mom called me and asked if it would be possable to help her move some shit in her house. She is divorced so alone now. I agreed and went over later in the day and helped her move some furniture around. It was impossable to miss her big nipples poking out her t-shirt and it gave me a little woodie but then I am thinking whoo dude that is your best friend mom. After we were finished she starts talking about how she missed her son not being there to help. I told her to call anytime.
A few weeks later she called again so I went over to help but this time she was in a swimsuit with a shirt over it and looking fine and tanned. After we finnished she asked me to stay and go for a swim. I was wearing shorts and was hot so I told her ok. She pulls off her shirt and is in this white swimsuit and jumps in. I soon followed and things we ok until we went to get out. Her swimsuit was totally see thru. Yeah I stared. She looked at me and asked if I saw something I liked. I just smiled and went over and kissed her and ended up with a nice fuck out of it. I could not believe when she told me it was her first time in 5 years. Since then I go over 3 or 4 times a week. She is only 35 so still a hot MILF and I do

My cousin pushed me in the bathroom, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she said grinning.
In that “what the fuck” moment she shut the door behind her, and exposed a perky B cup which made my mouth water and instantly gave me wood.
I’ve always been kind of flirty with my cousin, but never thought anything of it because she’s family. Perhaps the last instance of truth or dare we played put us over the edge?
“I dare you to kiss Sandra,” my sister suggested. No, not cool sis, what is this high school? We were drinking and started acting like idiots.
“What are we living in a trailer park in the south?” I asked.
“You forfeit?” my sister slurred in her drunken stupor.
I leaned in to kiss my cousin Sandra who was flush with either alcohol or embarrassment, perhaps both. I moved in for the cheek but she turned at the last second and kissed my lips.
Maybe it was that kiss that did it, but Sandra was off the hook.
She stood there, looking at me with her tit exposed and smiling. I didn’t know what to say or do so I tried my damnedest to undermine the conversation.
“It isn’t that big, nothing special,” I said.
“Let me see it,” Sandra pleaded her breast still exposed.
I pulled my shorts down so she could see the tip of my erect cock.
“The whole thing!”
My penis was so fucking hard, pulsating, anticipating Sandra’s touch. I slid my underwear down to reveal myself to her and blushed.
“It’s bigger than what I’m getting,” she said as she looked at it.
Sandra is an Italian beauty, dark black hair, golden brown eyes, B sized tits with a slim waist and her lips are soft and pucker perfectly. She’s engaged to a cop and I’m married to a teacher, I had to put a stop to this or we both risked a shit ton of drama that neither of us could afford.
I pulled my pants back up, “listen cuz, you’re hot as hell but we can’t do this.”
“Do what? I just wanted to see your dick!” she said seemingly offended that I would think that we were going to actually fuck.
She put her perfect tit away blushing.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you Sandy,” I said looking into her eyes. She moved towards me, and hugged me tightly. Surely she felt the bulge between my legs throbbing against her stomach with anticipation. She looked up at me, and her lips touched mine. Her tongue passed between my lips and intertwined with mine.
“Bill is working tomorrow if you want to come over and help me move some furniture,” she whispered.
“You’re going to cheat on him with me?” I asked.
“He’s fucking every prostitute and woman he can. He’s always coming home smelling like a French whore house. Like I wouldn’t notice.”
“If our family finds out, your mom and my father… holy shit, you know the consequences.”
“They won’t. I’ve always wanted you. I need this. I’m on the pill, so we can do whatever,” She said.
Now SERIOUSLY. My cousin, holy fuck. My mind is still blown away. I’m married and so is she but I don’t know how to even approach this shit. I mean, yeah – I’m a guy and my cousin is a perfect 10 in my book. If I wasn’t related to her I would have railed her right then and there in the bathroom and bragged to my wife about it. I work at a job where I can easily take off and do whatever I want. I don’t think I’ll ever have the chance at being with a prettier woman in my life – unless I pay for it by using a high priced escort lol. What should I do? I know many are going to be like “bang her!” but seriously – put yourself in my situation for real. This is my first cousin.

I confess I have sex with my stepmom often.

Her and my dad were having problems in the bedroom. I was living with them for a short time. I came home kinda drunk one night and was talking with her in her bedroom. Eventually the conversation turned towards the problems she was having in the bedroom. I told her maybe I can help her with that.

We ended up fucking all night with me shooting every drop inside her. After that we take opportunities to fuck and suck anytime we can. I remember getting a blowjob from her 10 feet away from her son's room while he was inside. She especially loves trying out new positions, and fucking where we can possibly be caught, like on her outside patio area with her bent over furniture and me ramming her while people in golf carts pass by.

I have pictures on ML of her. Happy hunting.